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nctafraid · 2 years
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@chicagosfincst​
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Hunter had been living in New York for a while. And while he had seen Sebastian from time to time as he worked on cases that Hunter had solved that ended up in court, he didn’t really spend a lot of time associating with anyone from his past. But in trying to take this suspect in, they had pushed Hunter down the stairs, and landing on his ankle was very painful. After his partner had arrested the suspect, he came back and helped Hunter out of the building. Well, Hunter tried to push him off but the guy was too damn stubborn. Of course he knew that Casey was always that way, and it wasn’t going to change. Something he appreciated. What he didn’t expect though, was to see Nick Duval, as the paramedic his partner was taking him to. “No way in hell.”  He started. “I’m fine.” 
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labyriinths · 2 years
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@chicagosfincst​​  Ted and Elyse ❄️
send “❄️” for our muses to experience the first snowfall of the year together
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He’d been away at a conference and came back just in time. There were rumors a snow storm was headed their way, and he had to start a bad weather protocol for his veterinary clinic. There were some long term residents in there, and if they couldn’t go out to buy more supplies, he’d have to stock up soon. But that was for later. Right now, he had someone to see. Taking a cab straight from the airport, he appeared on her doorstep, and smiled fondly at her after having knocked at the door. “Surprise. Got back early. They say there’s a storm coming in, but I say, what the heck. Let’s go to Hyde Park and indulge in some way too expensive hot chocolate and pastries before we get snowed in.” he chuckled.
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intellizek · 2 years
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Sign Me Up! !
quick and easy forever starting call!?
// ah, the one who made me create the blog in the first place! fantastic! c:
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punnyskipper · 3 years
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💛 - We don’t interact, but I’m trying to figure out a way for our muses to meet!
@chicagosfincst | positivity meme | always accepting
yes please! i'd love to write with you!
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herheroics · 3 years
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@chicagosfincst​ gets a starter
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        SHE DIDN’T think this would ever happen but when when it did... well when it did, there were two people that she had thought of that she needed to tell. One, she pretty much saw the next day and didn’t even have to say anything because the moment she saw Stella.. she just seemed to know and asked her the moment she saw her. But Sylvie didn’t care, she was going to tell her otherwise. But the other person..the other person she had to tell was Emily. She’d sent her other friend a message saying she had to see her and it was a needed conversation, that had to happen in person. So that’s where she found herself, she’d given Matt and kiss before heading home to get things ready for when she came over. She’d just finished plating up their dinner when she’d heard a knock on THE DOOR.
     MOVING TOWARDS the door, Sylvie pulled it open to reveal her best friend. “Emily!.” the blonde grinned as she wrapped her arms around the other, hugging her tightly. “I’m glad to see you, I feel like I haven’t seen you in far TOO LONG.”
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magicandmayhcm · 3 years
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@chicagosfincst asked: “ you wanted to see me ? “ elyse to brandon
“yes, come and sit down, please.” he’s been reviewing her latest ultrasound, and he’s noticed an abnormality on it. “listen, there’s no easy way to say this - i think we need to run some tests on you and the baby. there’s some markers in your last ultrasound that i’m concerned about.” 
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adptations · 3 years
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 @chicagosfincst​​   //   𝚍𝚛. 𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗.
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a  tired  expression  rested  on  the  redhead’s  delicate  features,  sixteen  hours  into  her  shift  &  ready  to  do  nothing  more  than  curl  up  on  the  couch  with  her  daughter.   she  leaned  into  the  nurse’s  station  counter  for  a  brief  moment  of  reprieve,  gripping  onto  her  coffee  to  take  a  long  sip  of  it,  long  cooled.   “i  am  so  ready  for  all  this  allergy  nonsense  to  die  down.”   she  could  do  without  feeling  short - staffed  for  just  a  little  while.
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mcmachine · 3 years
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@chicagosfincst​   //   matt casey.
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“i  feel  like  i’ve  seen  you  way  too  much  today.”  it  had  been  a  long  shift  for  her  &  she  was  meant  to  have  been  on  her  way  out  an  hour  ago,  but  she  hadn’t  been  entirely  willing  to  leave  the  trauma  department  in  the  hands  of  her  residents.   it  was  more  of  a  testament  to  her  own  anxieties  than  it  was  their  skills. but  with  as  busy  as  gaffney  was,  she’d  definitely  seen  him  more  than  she  thought  she  ought  to.   “shouldn’t  your  shift  be  over  by  now?”
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heart-on-her-sleeve · 3 years
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@chicagosfincst​ asked:  [ DROP ] : SYLVIE unexpectedly collapses in front of KELLY, having suddenly received a serious wound. (x)
What could only be assumed as arson at this point after a string of cases, they’d cleared the abandoned building quickly before working to knock the fire down.  At the mercy of the elements, all companies were ordered to evacuate as the wind picked up in the windy city of Chicago, and Kelly took his place beside Sylvie, near a group of shady individuals that elicited a bad feeling within the Lieutenant. With a small amount of chit chat between the firefighters, a loud and large explosion drew everyone’s attention back to the fire. “What the hell?” Kelly muttered eyes squinted as he looked toward the blaze.
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As the explosion caught everyone’s attention, an up-and-coming gang member closed the distance, plunging a knife into the paramedic’s side before running off before they could get caught in the act.
When Kelly moved a few steps back toward Sylvie to continue their conversation, his boot ran into hers. “Brett? You okay? Brett!?”
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prettytragcdies · 3 years
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🏁
Send “🏁” and I will write a headcanon, profile, drabble, sample interaction, rp starter, etc. for a new character/OC I’m interested in roleplaying! Help the mun decide if this muse is right for them, or just help them flex their writing muscles a bit!
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Katherine Elise Mackenzie was born to Karen and Mack Mackenzie on August 31st, 1985. Growing up in Knots Landing, California ( a suburb of Los Angeles ), she had a pretty normal and happy childhood. Well, minus having to have her appendix taken out when she was seven and her mother being held hostage by someone during the days when she hosted her own talk show. Basically, her parents' marriage was the envy of everyone else on the cul de sac, as they were the one stable couple. A lot of the time, she'll go by her nickname: Katie. It started with her parents and just kind of stuck. She's not really all that much of a fan of Kat, Kath, Kit-Kat, etc., though.
Personality wise, Katherine is incredibly sweet and down to earth. She's always there to lend a helping hand when needed, and when it comes to friendships, she's the ride or die type. She can be a bit of a goody two shoes at times, and she doesn't necessarily handle things well when they're out of her control. She's also a stubborn as hell social butterfly and a definite Pollyanna. With both of her parents originally hailing from the east coast, she's easily a fan of Broadway, and the family has spent many a road trip singing showtunes rather than listening to the radio. Once upon a time, Katherine thought she wanted to take gymnastics, but it quickly became obvious she was mainly interested in the floor routines, so she switched to dance instead. Karen always got her ready for recitals, and she was always the classroom mom at school, too.
Katherine's best friend is Betsy Ewing ( think Karen and Valene 2.0 ), and she once had a crush on Betsy's twin brother, Bobby. It was pretty easy to find them at each other's houses, given that their families were neighbors, Gary's ranch ( Westfork lol he didn't even try to be creative when naming it ) riding the horses, or the beach. That best friendship was tested when Katherine was fifteen and almost completely cut Betsy out of her life in favor of a new group of friends, though. Needless to say, they were the wrong crowd, and it led to Katherine experimenting with drugs a couple of times. If it wasn't for a much needed heart to heart with her cousin who once dealt with substance abuse issues herself and a reminder of her own mother's former dependency issues, things could have been a lot worse.
Everything came to a head when a bag of pills was found in her school locker, and that was when she officially hit rock bottom. They might not have been hers, but it didn't mean she was off the hook. During her mandatory suspension from school, Katherine began her internship at her father's private law practice. She apparently needed a refresher course on how the rules worked and what the consequences were when you broke them. What started out as a punishment had eventually turned into something fun, and for awhile the then teenager thought she might actually follow in her father's footsteps career wise.
Yet another curve ball came when Katherine was seventeen. She was abducted for a short time by a slightly older classmate who had developed a sick obsession with her when she was a freshman. Seven is just not her lucky number, apparently. On a much more positive note, Katherine was a model student, as well as captain of her high school drill team during the fall and tennis team during the spring. The latter got her awarded a scholarship to USC where she ultimately decided to study medicine.
Katherine is now a well respected pediatric nurse practitioner and very much loved by her patients and their families. She enjoys cooking and baking during her spare time, and she’s actually pretty good at it. The most ironic part of her career choice, though, is the fact that she's unable to have any children of her own. It took awhile, but she's made peace with it, and maybe one day she'll consider a few of her other options. As if that wasn’t enough, she also just recently lost her father this past autumn. Needless to say, she no longer handles heart attack patients very well at work. As for which hospital she practices at, it's completely up to who I'm writing with. Her home is in California, but it's very easy to say she matched at Chicago MED, Grey Sloan Memorial, etc.
Also, bonus points if Wilson Bethel or Scott Porter is used for Bobby. Well, or even another guy from Katherine's past that's now a lawyer and maybe still kept in touch with Mack for awhile. Also, lol if Bobby and Katherine ever did actually get married, because that would make her related to Scarlett by marriage, and it's also just amusing because of how DALLAS Bobby and Katherine turned out. Speaking of Scarlett, Katherine is basically the polar opposite of my dysfunctional southern belle. This is why Katherine needs to accompany the twins to Texas and experience the Ewings for herself, because all she has right now is stories from when J.R., Bobby, Kristin, Christopher, etc. visited.
To make a long story short, Katherine Elise Mackenzie is a Knots Landing based original character, but since the fandom barely exists around here, you can all consider her a fandomless original character. Well, either that or a DALLAS original character, since her show was a spinoff of it. But yeah, please feel free to throw things at her, especially if your muse is also based in California. I've never seen the 911 shows, but I really want to interact with those people, so give me all the inspiration to watch. Kthnx. That's all.
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protectxthem · 3 years
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@chicagosfincst asked: ❝ i’m not changing my mind. ❞ Brett @ kyle
THINGS THAT ARE HARD TO HEAR. | Accepting
“You’re so damn stubborn. You know that?” Kyle spoke, shaking his head; folding his arms over his chest. “Please, you have to change your mind. For me?”
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labyriinths · 3 years
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@chicagosfincst
»  👶 for a mo.odbo.ard about my muse’s childhood / adam (no longer accepting)
[x]
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alittlextrathatway · 4 years
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places list 3
A/N: these places prompts are different. I like them!
Next up: 3) the kitchen
You can find more information about the Brettsey prompt game here.
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“You know you really didn’t have to do this for me, Sylvie. Both of you have done so much already.”
“Oh, please, Mr. Larson, it’s my pleasure. You’ve been in that hotel so long, and you deserve a nice dinner to celebrate you and Dusty coming back home,” Sylvie assures the elderly man as she walks him to the edge of the open kitchen. “Now, go take it easy. I’ve got this totally under control.”
Matt watches in amusement as Mr. Larson dutifully heads toward the living room and takes a seat in his recliner. The adoring smile Larson tosses at Sylvie as he leaves is no surprise to anyone. The old man dotes on Sylvie as if she were his own daughter. Casey can understand why. There’s no one more giving or caring than Sylvie Brett. She deserves to be universally admired for her ability to bring out the best in almost anyone.
“The renovations look great, Casey,” Brett says idly as she checks whatever dish she’s preparing in the oven. He was too busy watching her try to charm Larson out of the room to pay attention to what she brought over. “The upstairs looks good as new.”
He tips his beer bottle at her and then shrugs dismissively. “Surprisingly, the fire didn’t do too much damage. Just had to make sure the floors and the walls would hold up. I really didn’t do a lot.”
She scoffs with a dry grin. “Right. Sure you didn’t. You know, you brush off every compliment I give you? You can take credit for things when you do something exceptional. You know that, right?”
He chuckles and shrugs again. “All the credit I need is in the paycheck.”
Her eyes narrow on him as she closes the oven and then she steps into his space, speaking up quietly. “But you don’t always charge what you should. I know what the insurance gave him and I have a rough idea of how much the work you did should cost. You definitely cut him a break.”
He shakes his head, clearing his throat before knowingly fibbing. “The price I gave him was competitive. If I gave him a deal it wasn’t a huge one.”
Liar. He’s a liar. No way he could charge Mr. Larson what he should have given the fact that the insurance company screwed him over and gave him as little as they possibly could for the repairs. Matt wasn’t one to do shotty work just to fit a budget, especially not in the aftermath of fire damage. If that meant a little of the cost came out of his own pocket – well…so be it.
Sylvie smiles warmly at him, causing something in his stomach to flip once or twice, and then squeezes his arm. “You’re too good, Matt Casey. Please never change.”
He releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding as soon as her hand leaves his arm. What was that about? He’s not a teenage idiot with a crush so why does he act like one every time Sylvie innocently touches him?
“You should go sit, too,” Sylvie encourages. “I’m just going to make a salad while the pies bake. I’ve got this.”
“You sure?” He asks. “I could help you with the salad if you…”
“No, it’s fine. I’m sure. Go sit. I bet Mr. Larson and Dusty would love the company,” she insists as her hands find his shoulders to gently guide him, backwards, out of the kitchen.
“Okay, alright,” he replies with a soft laugh as he holds one hand up in surrender. “I’m going.”
He’s still chuckling to himself when he takes a seat on the end of the couch closest to Mr. Larson’s recliner.
“Banished you too, huh?” Mr. Larson asks with a knowing grin.
“It appears so,” Matt replies, placing his half empty beer on a coaster on the side table.
“Gail used to do the same thing to me,” Larson admits with a fond grin. “She used to tell me I was a distraction. I’m sure it’s the same for a young couple like yourselves.”
Matt nearly distractedly nods in agreement until Larson’s words actually hit him. He pauses and then shakes his head. “Oh no, we’re not–Brett and I aren’t–that is to say, Sylvie and I are friends.”
Mr. Larson laughs and looks completely unconvinced. “For now. But I see how the two of you look at each other. Trust me, I’m old. I have insight and wisdom you don’t yet.”
Dusty hops up on to the couch and then sits on Matt’s lap. Maybe he’s losing his mind but the look on Dusty’s face seems to indicate agreement with his owner.
“And if you ask me, I don’t think you could find a better match than her, Mattew,” Mr. Larson tells him. “Or her a better partner than you. Good people deserve other good people, that’s what Gail used to say. She was right, as she so often was.”
Can he help it if his eyes drift to Brett as she’s chopping vegetables for the salad? It’s Larson’s fault. He kept talking about her.
“You should tell her,” Mr. Larson advises. “Tell her how you feel, and don’t tell me you don’t feel anything. I may have readers stashed away in every corner of the house but I’m not blind.”
“I–I don’t know,” Matt admits quietly. “We’ve known each other for a long time now and she was best friends with my ex-wife. Even dated my ex’s brother–”
“Doesn’t matter,” Mr. Larson interrupts. “You’ve only got a limited amount of time on this earth so when you find something truly good you need to grab ahold of it.” He meets Matt’s eyes before he continues and Matt can see the unshed tears lingering in them despite the kind smile on his face. He knows the other man is thinking of his late wife and Casey’s heart goes out to him. “You never know how long you’ll have to enjoy it.”
That last sentence stabs right through Casey’s heart. The man in front of him is proof enough but he also forces Matt to think back on the friends and family he’s already lost and all the things he should have said to them but didn’t. The ways he took them for granted. The ways he’s taking Brett for granted right now. He keeps acting as though she’ll always be there even though he knows that’s not true, especially after she left with the Chaplain last year. The idea that she could leave or he could lose her isn’t an unfamiliar one.
Yet, here he is trying to deny something that he knows he feels. There’s a reason he acts like a teenage idiot with a crush anytime Brett touches him. Maybe he’s not a teenager, but he’s definitely an idiot with a crush. She impresses him every day – leaves him in awe more often than not – with her big heart, brave spirit, and quick thinking. With what they see every day, it would be easy to become jaded and cynical but she hasn’t. He hopes she never will.
Suddenly, he feels the need to tell her this. Maybe not the part about the crush but at least that he–
“Excuse me,” Casey says to Mr. Larson as he hands the old man his cat and stands up.
“Take your time,” Mr. Larson replies with a chuckle as he and Dusty share a look. Matt could be losing it, but once again he gets the feeling the cat is just as amused by all this as his owner.
Matt clears his throat to alert Sylvie to his presence as he enters the kitchen.
“Twenty more minutes,” she tells him. “Then we can eat and the salad’s done so I guess I am too.”
“Great,” he says with a nod. “So that means we have time to talk?”
“Oh,” Sylvie says in surprise. “Sure, yes. Of course.”
“You, um, called me too good earlier,” he begins.
“Yes, I did,” Sylvie says with a tiny questioning smile.
“Well, I didn’t respond and I should have. I should have told you that you’re ‘too good’ too and that I’m very glad that hasn’t changed since you came to Chicago because it easily could have. Or about how I think you make everyone you know, and even people you don’t, a better person because of that goodness. You give a lot of yourself to other people and I just want to make sure you know someone sees that and appreciates it.” The longer he talked, the faster he talked. By the end he sounded as though he were in a rambling rush. Last time he’d been this open with her, he’d had time to consider his words carefully, but this time he’s winging it and it shows.
Nervous rambling or not, Sylvie blushes and smiles bashfully at him.
“I, um–” She pauses and presses a hand to her lips, covering up a bright toothy smile and then tries to discreetly swipe that hand under her watery eyes. “Thank you, Matt. That means more than you know. But really,” she demures. “I’m just…treating people how I want to be treated. That’s all.”
He gives her a fond smile but an exasperated stare. “What was that you said to me earlier? You can take credit for things when you do something exceptional?”
“Turns out I’m not so good at that either,” she tells him with a watery chuckle.
He laughs and then surprises himself by take her hand in his as they stand across from each other in the kitchen. “Maybe we should make a deal then? You accept the compliments people give me and I’ll accept the compliments people give you. Sound good?”
She squeezes his hand and laughs with him. “Deal. I think I can handle that.”
It wasn’t the feelings he knew Larson wanted him to confess, but it was something. He didn’t want to take Sylvie for granted but he didn’t want to rush either. They can move forward one step at a time. Eventually, he’ll be brave enough to tell her what he wants, but for now standing in the kitchen holding her hand is all the progress he needs.
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astcriismarchive · 3 years
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“how did you get that?”  // @chicagosfincst​
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“uh,” howie’s eyes dart around the room. no one meets his eyes, all pretending to be busy with nothing. just great. “nobody hit me, if that’s what you’re asking.” which, yup, judging on the look on their face, his answer making the situation any better. 
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illuminatcd-arch · 3 years
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sylvie brett, will halstead, and stella kid?
𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄: 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐃𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆
catch me thinking about sylvie brett 👀
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herheroics · 2 years
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@chicagosfincst​ hit the 🎃 for a spooky starter
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          “SO BECAUSE this is obviously our first Halloween, as a couple, are you wanting to do that cliche couple thing and do matching costumes? Or are you feeling something a little bit more, well, whatever we choose to do INSTEAD?”.
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