#i am once again my brettsey feels

[rainydayhues]

Look, I have no idea how this plays out. Maybe we get them leaving together in 12x01, maybe they stay on a reoccurring/guest basis, maybe we get a time jump and they're already gone, who knows! Currently, I refuse to entertain anything other than a resounding yes to that proposal (because otherwise what was the point?)

I just know it's been a ROUGH season of CF overall and so I am going to live in the thrill of a Brettsey happily ever after (for now).

#brettsey #chicagofire #i am once again my brettsey feels

[justoneofthoseghosts]

Brettsey + 'that was supposed to be a surprise!'

"That was supposed to be a surprise," Stella mentions as she folds her arms around her chest before sighing.

Sylvie looks at the firefighter then at the supposed surprise in front of her. She blinks a few times to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

Matt was standing in front of her, smiling shyly.

She was at the loft with Stella binge watching season five of Friends when she mentioned something about needing to go to the bathroom. For some reason, Stella tried to steer her into the bathroom in their bedroom but she just laughed it off, saying that she was fine with using the bathroom she always did when she came around.

Huh.

At least now she knew why Stella was acting shifty all afternoon when Sylvie stopped by unannounced with a bag filled with all junk food imaginable - ice cream, brownies, gummy bears, chocolate and a couple of bottles of wine. It had been a week since Stella and Kelly's wedding and exactly a week since she and Matt decided to take a break.

It was a tough decision and all she wanted was some girl time to take her mind off of things and also, maybe to keep her from drunk dialing his number and telling him how much she missed him. She reminded herself that it was for the best. Matt was happy in Portland. He was thriving even. He loved Griffin and Ben and in the short span of time that he had been out there, managed to turn things around for the boys.

Which really did not explain what he was doing here in the middle of a bathroom at the loft in Chicago.

She continues to stare at him wide eyed before Stella sighs again.

"You know what, I think Kelly needs some help at the Academy today so I'm just going to go help him," she says loudly to get both of their attentions.

Sylvie knew it was just an excuse to leave and she begins to feel panic.

"What?" Sylvie questions, whirling around to face her best friend, silently conveying how she could not leave Sylvie alone with Matt. It had only been a week after all. The wound was still fresh. It hadn't even scabbed over yet.

Stella shrugs, "I think Casey has something he needs to tell you in private so I'm just - yeah, I'm gonna go."

Before Sylvie can stop her, Stella grabs her keys and makes her way out, smirking at them before she closes the door.

"I - I think I should go too," Sylvie whispers more to herself really as she looks around.

"Please don't go," Matt replies.

Sylvie glances at him. She can see the vulnerability in his eyes. She knows he's nervous by the way he jams him hands into his pockets.

"What are you doing here, Matt?"

He rakes his fingers through his hair and Sylvie notices how he cut it short again, almost the same length he had before he moved to Portland.

"I came to Chicago to see you but then I realized it would have been stupid to just show up at your door without a plan so I came here instead hoping to convince Severide and Stella to help me out," he informs her.

"Help you out with what?" She asks, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"To think of a way to show you that I don't want to take a break. Stella suggested flooding your apartment with 5,000 daisies but I don't think it would have been very practical," he remarks before chuckling.

Sylvie starts to imagine what 5,000 daisies would look like in her living room before she manages to register Matt's first few words.

She blinks before responding, "you don't want to take a break?"

Matt shakes his head, "I realized right after I left that it was a mistake. Portland is a pit stop, Sylvie. It's a change of pace for sure but it's never going to be my home."

"But you're doing so well there," Sylvie reasons. She's seen first hand how he fit into Oregon - with the Darden boys and at his new firehouse. He had created something so special there.

"I am but it's not the same because a part of me was and is always with you," Matt confesses, "I can spend two and a half more years in Portland because I know that when that ends and hopefully, it ends with Ben in college, it will mean that I can come home - to you. That's always been the plan. My goal was always to come back and spend my life with you."

"Matt."

"I understand if you need some time to think about it. It's a big ask but I love you and I couldn't live with myself if I didn't at least tell you this. I should have told you this when asked me how long we could keep this up at the wedding. Believe me, I'm still kicking myself at my reply. Maybe it was just me spinning out that night - being at Stella and Severide's wedding made me a bit reflective and maybe I thought you deserved more than what I could offer you but then I realized that maybe I could be a bit selfish about the things I want. We've spent so long circling each other and so little time together before this big change but I know what I want," he says as he takes a step closer. When Sylvie doesn't back away, he walks even closer until he's right in front of her and Sylvie can see the freckles on the tip of his nose.

"And what is it that you want?" She asks, her voice challenging.

"You - I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Sylvie and if that means that we need to come up with a weekly FaceTime schedule or I need to book airline tickets 10 months in advance to come to Chicago to see you, I'm willing to put in the work because you are worth it. You are so worth it, Sylvie."

"You flew all the way to tell me this?" Sylvie wonders.

Matt nods, "I didn't want to say it on the phone or through a text because I wanted you to hear it from me personally. I love you, Sylvie."

"I love you too," she replies. She didn't mean to say it but it just slips out. It was so easy to say, like breathing, because it was the truth. She still loved him and the only reason why she asked for a break was because she didn't want some vague future, a perpetual question mark. She didn't need a play by play of the next three years but she at least wanted to know where they were headed and if they were even going in the same direction.

Matt grins at her but she can see that there was still a question in his eyes, "does this mean -"

"Yes," she says.

"Thank God," he utters before leaning in to kiss her.

The next two and a half years would by no means be easy, Sylvie knew, but at least now they were on the same page, reading from the same book.

"Would the 5,000 daisies have worked?"

She laughs, rolling her eyes at him before pulling him back in for another kiss.

#brettsey #fanfic prompt #I am once again in my feels #and this is a mini fix it #just because I love them a lot

[kim-ruzek]

Review of 11x22

I haven't done a fire review since 11x2 lol, but this finale was so amazing I'm going to do it once more. And because then all my incoherent brettsey thoughts are all in one area.

I'm going to talk about all the non brettsey stuff first before getting down to that.

I loved that we got my favourite trio all talking and being friends at the beginning there. I just love seeing them be talking and discussing things, especially as that's the thing Fire gets right over the other OCs. And then I also loved seeing Stella and Sylvie talking at night too. AND then them going to see Amber for Sylvie.

I also loved seeing Stella and Casey, one of my favourite friendships ever. I loved seeing Casey reassure Stella and him immediately coming over to help. (Although Dylan is definitely right, Matt being there wasn't just because of that, but Sylvie too).

As soon as Herrmann got that reading my mind went straight to "mouch is getting hurt" and I really wish I was wrong about that. That ending with Mouch, oof it hurts my heart so much and I swear to god they better not kill him.

Although that shoot out!! Intense and amazing. I loved Matt going to distract and telling Boden he's not his boss anymore technically especially because of Boden's face. I also loved Stella going with, and her two truck boys immediately being like yep us too.

I did also really like Stella talking to Boden, even if I'm not totally fine with why. Although I do like that because of what Kelly's mom said to Stella, it makes sense that this is where her mind would go. I also loved that helping Sylvie with Amber made Stella realise she shouldn't just sit and wait, but that she should go to Kelly. And I really hope TK doesn't decide to leave permanently so that we can see Stella hauling Kelly's ass back to Chicago.

Although I am a little worried that if he does, they're going to try and do a little love triangle-esque thing with Violet, Carver and Stella.

And I adored Ritter being a source of reassurance to Kylie AND that she got into the fire academy!!! My girl is going to be a firefighter!

Brettsey

It is so nice to see that this time Matt gave Sylvie a heads up and then seeing his response to her wanting to adopt Julia and him just immediately getting it and supporting her. And I adored how Matt straight away went with them to go talk to Amber and everything he said to her. That man loves her so fucking much!!!

I also loved that it was clear there's still those lingering feelings. Sylvie talking about long distance with Stella and then just all the looks Matt gave Sylvie. And the way he looked when he heard about the breakup. And oof the look when Sylvie got the good news and how he so clearly wanted to be part of that hug and wanted to be her Person again.

And then that ending scene!!!! Matt talking about their first kiss, and then saying he got the ring a year and a half ago! That it wasn't just a recent purchase but that it was when they were still together.

And I'm just going to cry forever about him saying three kids 😭. Him including Griffin and Ben and also just so immediately accepting Julia. And it's in total parallel to Dylan; Matt is at the same place as Sylvie, he wants a family now and he wants it with her.

Literally at the start of this season I never EVER thought we'd get an ending this fucking perfect. That Brettsey will get a proposal!!!

They obviously still have a lot to talk about, and work out, but I definitely think their time apart, and now with Sylvie starting this journey to be Julia's mom, means that they'll be able to work a game plan going forward. Plus, in a year both darden boys will be in college, they've also settled in so it's not like Matt can't visit a bit more, and they can just have a longer engagement and build up their future together, however that may look. If Sylvie moves to him or he comes back ect.

#ree has thoughts #brettsey #chicago fire #chicago fire spoilers #sylvie brett #matt casey #Stella Kidd #Violet Mikami #is it too soon to start tagging Julia Brett? #or will it be Julia Casey 👀

[deanstead]

I am here for Week 2!

Under the cut, because it got long

CHICAGO MED 8x02

Will with a kid!!!!

I do get why Will's so frustrated that everyone keeps telling him to just give up on his building though? Like all the money he invested? (is resa going into protect will halstead mode again? shhhhh) But the ending makes me just think they're finally writing Will properly lol

Always liked seeing Ethan with the juniors (interns/residents). Reinforced only by him seeing the problems the new resident had and giving him boot camp, that was nice to see!

Not sure what I feel about the Maggie drama though. I like that Vanessa finally saw how uncomfortable Maggie was. But I actually expected Ben to be more reassuring to Maggie so that part where he walked away was a little meh for me though maybe he just needs some time to wrap his head around it.

Also Kai makes me want to punch him everytime he appeared on screen. YES BUT I LOVE SAM. And the "It's Dr Marcel"??? Crockett handled the whole thing really well, though. Kai deserves a punch honestly, why do we have to put up with a character like this.

once again, fk Archer, everytime i think he's stabilizing, he opens his mouth and i want to punch him.

Also, just want to once again say idk why we had to lose Dylan. I miss him already :(

CHICAGO FIRE 11x02

Javi being at the firehouse is !! And I liked that Kelly picked up on Cruz's feelings and told Javi the story about Cruz. And Herrmann's "Nobody can" when talking about competing with Severide HAHA.

I like that they finally remembered paramedicine LOL. They neglected this storyline for too long. And honorary mention to PLOUCH yaaas. The Brettsey thing still hurts, but I hope they let Sylvie shine in her own right as Sylvie without a love interest for now!

Hawkwami is adorable, i love them

And in the scene in Molly's? RITTER'S FACE HAHA. He picked up on it like immediately i love it!!! I hope there's more scenes for Ritter this season because seriously there's so much more they can give Ritter!

idk still meh about Carver, not super invested in this storyline, but maybe I just miss Mason.

CAPP BEING AN ABSOLUTE IDIOT IS MY FAV

CHICAGO PD 10X02

"like you're late to work but you're building a birdhouse" CAN YOU TELL IM ALREADY SPIRALING

The way Adam jumps at the word 'if' because it isn't the first time feeling like Kim was questioning him

SHARING CUSTODY OF MACK IS EVERYTHING

Just making me want Sarge Halstead more when they hit the motal rooms and I hate it here

Sorry but Will calling Hailey and having Jay glance at his wife while his brother calls her? Is this another level of weird ass crack

Half expected Adam to charge his way in but when he backs up and Kim goes ????

Adam putting Kim behind him cos he's wearing a vest !!!!

I BELIEVE IN YOU ADAM

MOSTLY FOR MAKAYLA

Kim acknowledging Adam's feelings about how Kim doesn't trust him? And apologizing for it? YES

The whole Jay thing is sad, and kind of sus, because idk Jay is suddenly doing everything different. I mean I can get on board if it means something, but with like what, one episode left for Jay (?) I'm not sure why we're on this trajectory since it's like there's not much time to build up such a storyline idk?

Ask box is open for thoughts, comments, etc!

#chicago pd spoilers #chicago fire spoilers #chicago med spoilers #chicago med #chicago fire #chicago pd #resa watches one chicago

[sylvies-chen]

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

[itwasallbydesign-taylorsversion]

Brettsey Appreciation Week

Day 1: Favorite Episode(s): 9x15 & 9x16 

I finally feel as though I am in a place where I can express my thoughts about Brettsey getting together and figured there was no better time than Brettsey appreciation week! 

Warning: long post ahead

9x15: A White-Knuckle Panic 

THIS SCENE. We had BTS pics from this scene weeks before the episode aired and many of us thought it might be Matt confessing his love to Sylvie. I definitely fell into that boat but let me tell you this scene was so much better than I could have ever imagined. 

Not only did Matt finally find his words, he made sure that he was absolutely and undeniably clear with them. He refused to let her walk away assuming that the conversation with Gabby was great for any other reason than giving him that final clarity about HER. About moving on with her. He also didn’t just say “I love you, Sylvie” he said “in love with” and I love that so much. It leaves absolutely no room for misunderstandings or doubt about the intensity of his feelings for her. 

Which then brings us to his next line, and the line that made the scene for me. 

“Even if that doesn’t change anything for you, I needed you to know it.”

Guys. This is HUGE. And I honestly believe it was this that proved to Sylvie that she could trust his words. Every single relationship Sylvie has been in the men have always made her mold herself around them and/or their lives in one way or another. She has never been the one with the ball in her court. She’s never been the one to be put first. This season she finally put her foot down and said no more to that and I am so proud of her. She knew she deserved more and Matt finally gave that to her. 

Matt truly and unselfishly wanted her to know that she was LOVED. That she was cared for. Even if she didn’t feel the same way. Sylvie has never had a man show her unselfish and devoted love in the way Matt does here. Which explains why she is speechless. He’s not begging her for another chance, he’s not giving an ultimatum, he’s simply and clearly telling her that no matter what she is LOVED by him. 

Honestly this is one of the most beautiful Brettsey moments in my opinion.

9x16: No Survivors 

Having to wait an entire week between these two episodes was TOUGH. But something in me knew that we’d get our Brettsey in the season finale. However, nothing could have ever prepared me for what actually happened. I think I’ve had the most difficulty expressing my thoughts on this episode because my brain just couldn’t comprehend what happened. 

For starters, Matt completely spiraling out over Sylvie was one of the most adorable things I’ve ever seen. He didn’t tell her about his feelings expecting something in return, but this man is so in love he can’t help but look for her around every turn. He just wanted to know how she felt. Even if it wasn’t what he felt. 

I don’t think we’ve ever seen Matt spin out like this over anyone else he’s been romantically involved with and to me that just shows the depth of his feelings for his Sylvie. And then, just when he’s finally surrendered to the fact that he has made things awkward again and made the decision to let this go once and for all, our beautiful girl shows up. 

I just want to start by saying that I LOVE that this scene took place in the middle of the night at the firehouse. They had the privacy they needed but this confession happened in THEIR home. Where they grew closer, bonded over cases and patients, where she trusted him with the letter from her birth mom, where he supported her and watched her shine as PIC. I just LOVE that we got this scene and the love scene separate. 

“We belong together”

 She just jumps in headfirst with this line. it’s short and sweet but holds so much weight. This is her voicing out loud for this first time that everything she’s been feeling for years makes sense. That no matter what may be in their past they are meant for each other. They belong to one another. And he provides that assurance by simply stating “We do.” It wasn’t a question. He believed it just as much as she did and needed her to know it. 

 “We’re right for each other” 

This is her finally voicing that who they are as people, how they care so selflessly for others, makes them the perfect fit for each other and again he so simply confirms this for her. 

“When you know, you know.” 

Then finally she fully lets go. She fully embraces the undeniable connection, the fierce love she has for this man and lets go. She just KNOWS. So does he and it is just beautiful. 

I so love that Matt gave her the time to voice these truths to him and that he gave her the reassurance she needed. 

I also love that he didn’t need to hear her say the words. He was already walking towards her and kissed her before she could even get all of the words out. This man KNOWS that Sylvie Brett loves him. He’s seen it in the way she so selflessly puts him first. Something no one has done for him. He has been starved of her for months. Physically and emotionally. And now that she is finally telling him that she believes all the things about them that he does, he doesn’t need to hear the words. Yet she still manages to get most of them out before his lips are on hers and I absolutely love that she mirrored his words. 

“I’m in love with you.” 

There is no room for miscommunication. No room for doubt. These two beautiful humans are in love with each other. Belong to each other. Are right for each other. And they both KNOW it. 

I have so many feelings about their love scene. These two have had so much built up sexual tension and emotional investment in each other for so long. It would have been so easy for them to have just fallen into bed the first second they could, and who could blame them. But they didn’t. They took their time. They revealed in each others closeness. They danced. They took time to just BE in this beautiful bubble of pure and unselfish love that neither of them thought they would ever find. 

Even when they moved to the bedroom, he took his time undressing her. And when they finally became one, they savored it. Holding tight to each other as the rest of the world fell away. it was just them loving each other so tenderly and completely. 

The love these two have for each other runs so deep and is probably the most selfless love we’ve seen on the show. 

Sylvie Brett finally got everything she ever wanted. Because it’s what she deserves. 

Matt Casey finally has the love, partnership and connection he has always craved. 

They both finally have the one person who will love them as deeply and as selflessly as they love the other. 

The matching piece of the puzzle. 

Always 

#This post got out of hand #I just have so many feelings #and i was finally able to articulate them #i'm not crying #you're crying #brettsey appreciation week #Day 1: favorite episode #brettsey #sylvie brett #matt casey #it's always been you #we belong together #we're right for each other #when you know you know #matt casey is in love with sylvie brett #and no one else #sylvie brett is in love with matt casey #not my gifs

[alittlextrathatway]

So I had a thought...

Season 9's miscommunication was totally foreshadowed in 8x09.

And by foreshadowed I don't mean because Gabby came back and that's the source of the problem.

Some people may not find this shocking because, like me, you head canon that 8x09 was closure for Matt and Gabby, but I'm here to propose that it's not just a head canon or an "interpretation".

Because I'm here to say, it was literally closure and the first time Brett put a meaning behind Casey's words that he didn't intend to fit her own assumptions about his feelings for Gabby.

Let's look at that scene between Brett and Casey at the end of the episode, shall we?

"Hey!"

"Good morning."

"How'd it go with Dawson?"

"Great, actually."

"Oh, that's...so so good to hear."

"Thanks for talking me into that."

That was it. That was the extent of the conversation. And Sylvie's response is to assume that being with Dawson is what made Matt happy which, in turn, allows the audience to assume that as well.

(Inserting cut here because this is gonna get long.)

But I'm here to suggest (as I've done in fanfic time and time again) that being with Dawson isn't actually what made Matt happy. (Not that he'd explain that to Brett and certainly not with Foster standing right behind her.) What made Matt happy is finally achieving closure with Dawson. Why do I think this was closure even though Derek wants us to think it wasn't?

Well, for starters, both Monica and Jesse have called it closure.

But aside from that, before their hook up Gabby asks if it's a mistake because she's leaving in the morning and Matt says, "I know and I'm staying. But that doesn't make this a mistake."

That is not something you say when you want to seriously rekindle a romance, guys. That's something you say when you know you're in the middle of a one night only event. Both Gabby and Matt knew this one night wasn't going to lead to anything else. Nothing had changed between them since she left at the beginning of season 7.

Gabby is living a life that makes her happy far away from Chicago and she's very successful at it so why would she stay? Matt is settled in Chicago. His family and work family are there along with the job that he loves. Why would he leave? This wasn't some romantic reunion intended to be the beginning of them fixing their marriage. This was the goodbye they never got the first time around, for Gabby at least.

For Matt this was a chance for him to have a say in how their story ended. He chose to go to Gabby's room and he also chose to leave without saying goodbye the next morning. Also not something you would do if you were wanting to rekindle a relationship.

Matt closed the door on Gabby that night and decided to move on with his life. That is the real reason he's happy when he shows up at the Firehouse. So, when he thanks Brett for talking him into it he's actually thanking her for helping him achieve closure only she doesn't know that because, once again, Matt answered the "How'd it go?" question in the vaguest terms possible.

Does that remind anyone of "You were right. I needed to hear it."? Or is that just me?

The more I think about this the more I am convinced S8 was about Matt achieving closure and finally moving on. As much as S9 has hurt my heart, it is slowly allowing me to see the larger journey from a different perspective (When Derek says Brettsey is years in the making I truly believe him. The evidence is all there.)

S7 was about proposing the idea of Brettsey to both characters. By the end of it, Sylvie thinks she's reading too much into it and I think Matt thinks Sheffield's return is a sign that he and Sylvie should stick to being friends.

Upon reflection, I think the early part of S8 was about Matt trying his damndest to stay friends with Sylvie Brett. Likely because he wasn't sure if he was ready to move on or completely over Gabby. So early in the season we see him hooking up with Smart Girl and then trying to simply be a good friend to Sylvie. We see a little jealousy with Ryan but ultimately he does encourage her when it comes to him and then continues to encourage her when things with Ryan come to an awkward end.

We all love what he says to Sylvie there but I think we can agree that while it shows how much he values and respects her, it's a largely platonic sentiment. He's trying to be her friend despite the crush we can obviously see he's still harboring (though this is the only episode in the early part of the season where the crush truly shows itself).

Gabby's return is only a couple of episodes after that. Matt is hesitant to go to the gala and I think that's because he's not sure it'll help him achieve the closure he wants. He may have a bit of a crush on Sylvie but above all else they're friends and he trusts her to give him fair and accurate advice. So, in my opinion, he goes and finds out it was exactly the closure that he need it. (Except for that voicemail which I am convinced is Derek ship baiting again as he did in 9x09 and probably also him planting the seeds for the doubt that caused Matt to say "I don't know" in 9x02.)

Now, what begins to seriously happens after Gabby leaves?

Yep, you guessed it, Brett and Casey begin to grow closer. Matt begins to seek out reasons to spend time with Brett and actively invest in their friendship. It slowly develops into a deep connection that is well beyond platonic as the season progresses. To me, it appears that he's leaning into his feelings and beginning to let himself move on. Maybe he doesn't realize that's what he's doing as it happening but that's definitely the end result.

It is not a coincidence that all of that begins to happen after his one night with Gabby. He was holding back in 8x01-8x09 but after he gets his closure all bets are off. He wants to be around Sylvie -- to be near her, talk to her, and learn everything he can about her.

The timing of that should not be lost on us and that timing means that 8x09 is actually the very first time Brettsey miscommunicated and is, in fact, the source of all our problems in S9.

My theory: Derek brought Gabby back not to further Dawsey but to cause a complication for Brettsey.

I am convinced and I will remain convinced until the show explicitly tells me I'm wrong.

Derek has been playing the long game with them this entire time. He'll continue to mess with our heads however he can because that's simply what he does, but it's clear he truly has been planning this journey between Sylvie and Matt for years. Brettsey endgame is coming, but Derek's gonna drag us through hell to get there so buckle up, guys.

Buckle. Up.

Sorry, this got so long, but I had an epiphany today and had to type all of it out immediately to get it out of my head. I found it very encouraging so hopefully someone else will too! <3

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Home  1.8K  Brettsey  Continuation fic for 9x12 (Natural Born Firefighter) AO3

“-ger dropped a few things by for you before you got here. Said you’d want them back? What happened?”

Matt freezes as he walks out of the restroom, shifting so he’s not seen. He’s never been one for gossip; actively avoids it, and he’s sure he’s being creepy right now, but he doesn’t want to interrupt by having to walk between the two women. At least, that’s what he’s going to rationalize his actions with. Waiting with bated breath, the Captain hears Sylvie shift and give a sigh.

“We….” a pause, and then- “I never really told him that it was Matt, that I was helping through some personal stuff. I said it was a friend. He found out, said I should figure some things out.”

The world gives an odd tilt. Grainger and Sylvie aren’t together anymore. It hits him then, that this is the second breakup he’s caused for her, and wow does he feel like an asshole.

“You don’t seem too upset.” Stella’s voice is curious, and Matt’s sure she’s giving the blonde a skeptical look, something she’s good at.

“Does it make me a bad person if I say it’s kind of a relief? I felt bad knowing he was way more into me than I was to him. He was a great guy, just not-“

“Casey.”

If Matt was drinking beer, he’s sure he’d be choking right now. Obviously Sylvie was interested in him, she wouldn’t have kissed him back months earlier. But if she’s still interested? Maybe he does have a fighting change. Grainger had been a wrench in his plans to get her back, to make her understand she was the only one he’d been thinking about for months now. He wasn’t going to actively flirt with someone who had a significant other, no matter how much he wanted to.

“...yeah. He’s not Casey.”

“Girl, either you two need to talk again, or we need to find you some strong vodka and send your ass to a club.”

Not waiting to hear an actual response, Matt steps out, hoping he looks like he’s not just been standing there for minutes eavesdropping. Giving them both a smile, the Captain slides past them and towards the bar, deciding it’s time to get his ass into gear. He’s not going to let her slip through his fingers again. He can’t. Firefighting may be his whole life, but Sylvie has made her way into it too, and since he’s already getting to keep one, he might as well fight for the other.

The night wears on. Sylvie doesn’t seem upset about the Grainger situation, and Matt tries very hard not to watch her walk around and talk to their friends. Kidd keeps shooting him looks, though he doesn’t try to read into them, not right now. If it’s really that important she can come tell him. He spends another hour floating through conversations and sipping his second beer, and by the time he’s at the end of it, the firefighter is ready to head back to the loft and sleep, the day's events; no matter how good, wearing on him.

“Hey, I’m going to head out soon, do you want a ride back to your place?”

Sylvie’s sitting with Ritter, Gallo and Mikami, and they all look up when he asks. He notices briefly that Gallo and the new paramedic seem to be sitting close together, but decides it’s not his business- he doesn’t want it to be. Sylvie looks up and smiles, eyes brightening.

“Yeah, that sounds good. Lemme just say goodbye to Stella.” The blonde stands, and Matt watches her go. Violet looks at him and smirks the same way that Kidd always does to him. Why can’t girls leave things alone? Why do they all have to know everything?

“I’ll see you guys next shift,” the Captain offers and then walks back to the front of the bar, clapping Severide on the shoulder and letting him know he’ll see him and Kidd when they get back home. Sylvie appears at his side and soon they’re making their way out and down a few parking places to his truck.

The ride starts off quietly, but, against his better judgement, Matt takes a breath and speaks. “I uhm...I kind of overheard you and Kidd talking, earlier.” Figuring it’s better to be honest, he licks his lips and his eyes dart over to her, noticing her sudden, somewhat stiff posture.

“I didn’t mean to stand and listen like a creep, but I didn’t want to interrupt,” he adds lamely, biting his lip. “ Anyway… .I’m sorry, about you and Grainger. I really am.” He means it. Even though he disliked the man, and thought he should be able to act more professional, Matt liked Sylvie being happy, more.

“Oh.”

“I wanted to let you know. I don’t feel comfortable acting like I didn’t hear you, I don’t want to keep things from you,” he explains, hoping she’ll understand.

“No, I get it. Thank you, Matt, for letting me know.” She turns to look out the window, and Matt frowns. This isn’t going the way he wants it to. She doesn’t sound upset, but he can tell she is. Upset, or at least annoyed.

“I have a few things I wanted t-“

“I think maybe we should wait until we’re parked, for any big conversation.”

She’s right. She’s always right.

Nodding, Matt lets the music take over, and the next seven minutes are spent in somewhat awkward silence. He doesn’t ever want anything to be awkward between them. When they pull up to Sylvie’s apartment complex, she turns to look at him, blue eyes watching.

“Do you want to come up?”

It’s a surprise to hear her ask, after the last time. Eyes snapping up to hers, Matt nods, turning the engine off. “Sure.” Swallowing, the firefighter feels his skin buzzing as he follows her into the elevator. The air feels thick, and he wonders if she feels it too. “Thank you again...for coming with me, and for not taking no for an answer,” he says after a second, doors closing. Sylvie gives him a smile.

“I’m going to be there for you no matter what Matt. And I’m sorry if I’ve made you think otherwise.”

Their eyes linger on each other for a moment more, and then the door is opening again. As they pass the threshold and enter her apartment, the buzzing under his skin intensifies. He’s not sure if he feels uncomfortable or hopeful. Maybe both. His mind flashes back to the words he’d heard earlier. He’s not Casey. Sucking in a breath, Matt suddenly feels every single thing he’s been thinking about the past weeks bubbling to the service, the need to break free overwhelming. He clenched his hand that’s shaking, heart beating fast enough the Captain almost feels like he needs to sit down.

“Sylvie.”

The paramedic looks up, eyes finding his own instantly. Sylvie moves forward an inch, her expression indicating she knows something is happening.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not communicating properly, that night, the past month. I’ve been trying to work on it all, trying to figure out how to be clear. A few weeks ago you told me I was still in love with Gabby, that my actions had nothing to do with you. But you’re wrong. My actions had everything to do with you.”

Nervously, Matt grabs her hand. She doesn’t pull away, but her expression is unreadable.

“I’m not in love with Gabby. I haven’t been for... god , for a long time. I think maybe even before she left, I just didn’t realize it. I’ll always love her. We’ve been through a lot. But I’m not in love with her. I thought you knew, but I was wrong, and I should have addressed it when you asked me that night. Your question caught me so off guard, one second I was kissing you and feeling on top of the world, and then it was like everything got pulled out from under me.”

Sylvie opens her mouth to speak but Matt, for once, shakes his head.

“I need to get this all out, please .” The last word is desperate as it falls from his mouth. When she nods, eyes wide, he starts again. “You’ve been the only one on my mind for months. You’re the only one I want to be with. Gabby is in the past, and that’s where I want her to stay. Even if she came back tonight, I’d tell her no. She asked me twice, you know? She asked me as she was leaving the first time. She left a voicemail the second. And there was never a doubt in my mind- she’s not it for me anymore. You said you’ve wanted this for a really long time, and so have I. Please know that.”

A swallow, a hard blink, and he gives a tiny, self deprecating smile.

“I’ve probably blown it. I should have fought for you, should have gone after you even when you said you needed space. But I was a coward, and scared if I did, things would be irreparable. I can’t lose you Sylvie, I can’t not have you in my life, not again. If all you want is to be friends, then I’ll suck it up and deal with it. But I need you to understand that I don’t want that. I want you, all of you, only you. ”

When he finishes, Sylvie’s still staring at him, and Matt fidgets in his spot, feeling like he might have just fucked this whole thing up. If he has he’ll never forgive himself. She moves forward, one hand touching his jaw delicately, like the whole moment might shatter if she presses any harder, like it’s a dream they’ll wake up from.

It’s like a movie. She leans forward and their lips meet, both pairs of eyes closing. Matt let’s go of the hand he’s been holding to wrap his arm around her waist. Before they go any farther, she pulls back.

“I wasn’t lying when I said that it’s always been you, Matt Casey. You’ve been there for me more times than I can count. You’ve been there every second, and I don’t want that to change. I don’t want to have to try and push you out of my mind anymore, or try not to look at you while you drink your gross whiskey. I want you too, all of you, only you.”

Matt feels a smile break out on his face, mirroring Sylvie’s, and then he’s twirling her around for the second time that day as she presses herself against him. It feels like the pieces of him that have been knocked loose from him these past months are reconnecting. It feels like coming home.

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It's All In Your Head (Chapter 2/2)

Written for @badthingshappenbingo​

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Characters: Matthew Casey, Sylvie Brett, Kelly Severide, Stella Kidd, Wallace Boden, Firehouse 51.

Prompt: It’s All my Fault.

Story Summary: Post-ep to S09E09 "Double Red." Casey's life continues to spiral as his friends worry around him; or what happens when no one notices Casey is struggling and our captain is too stubborn to ask for help. AKA, I enjoyed the ep but needed more angst, h/c, and Brettsey, so I'm fixing it.

Ch2 Summary: After the events of chapter one, Casey is not doing so well but Brett, Severide and the rest of his 51 family are there to help.

Links: ff.net - AO3

Chapter 1 Link

As the call ends, and the five vehicles return to Firehouse 51, Severide and Sylvie feel like they're getting their wish. Because Casey is standing in the apparatus bay, waving at them.

But then they get closer. And they see Casey stumble, what looks suspiciously like blood standing out on the left side of his head. He doesn't seem to be waving, but calling to them. He takes a tentative step forward, then wobbles, and his face scrunches in pain and something more. And then Casey is no longer walking towards them but collapsing towards them.

And before most everyone else has a chance to react, or even process what they're seeing, both Sylvie and Severide are out of their vehicles and running towards their friend. Severide is faster so he reaches Casey first. The squad lieutenant extends his arms and catches his best friend just before he hits the ground. Then Brett is right there, kneeling beside them.

"Matt, Matt! What's wrong? Are you okay?" Brett is practically shouting, then mentally berates herself for asking dumb questions. He's obviously not okay. And it's her fault.

But Casey doesn't respond. Can't respond. His eyes are shut tightly, his breathing coming in slow gasps.

Before anyone has a chance to say anything else, the paralysis that had seemed to overtake the rest of the house gets broken and everyone is moving and becoming part of the action.

Mackey gets out of the passenger seat, leaving Ambo 61 awkwardly parked in between the street and the apparatus bay. Moving to the back she grabs their med bag, ECG monitor, and oxygen, while Cruz gets the backboard.

"Severide, step aside," Brett directs as soon as she sees Mackey and Cruz standing next to them. "Now," she shouts after Severide hesitates.

Letting his weight fall backwards, Severide sits down and slowly backs away. Eyes wide as he takes in the scene before him. He's been a firefighter for a long time so he has ample experience with rescues, fires and emergency treatment, but it never gets any easier when said treatment is done on a coworker and friend.

For their part, Brett and Mackey waste no time in checking Casey's pulse, breathing and pupils. Getting their first warning sign as soon as Casey grunts when Brett shines a light into his eyes. "Mackey, check him over," Brett instructs, while she connects her patient to a monitor, sets him on oxygen and starts an IV, just in case. The patient, she inwardly chuckles at the thought. Knowing Casey is so much more than that. But trying to see him as just another patient is the only way she can think of not to be paralyzed with fear and instead be the PIC he needs right now.

"He has a cut here… but it's starting to scar so it didn't happen now," Mackey says, pointing to a cut and small lump on the side of Casey's head. "He probably just reopened the old wound."

"So this is because of that call," Stella says slowly, joining the scene for the first time. She kneels next to Brett, and grabs some gauze, setting it carefully over the newly bleeding wound on Casey's head. The crimson color taunting her, as Stella wishes she had called him out on his lie this morning.

"What call?" Severide asks, turning to his girlfriend.

"I told you about it, Casey tried to stop a drunk driver from fleeing the scene and he was thrown out of the moving car," Stella explains, not sounding defensive, just regretful and apologetic.

"You didn't make it sound as if it was serious," Severide continues, not sounding accusatory, just worried.

"It wasn't. He got right back up and started doing his job." Stella whispers, deep down knowing she had missed something and this was partially her fault.

Severide nods and turns back to his best friend. Brett is just finishing getting Casey strapped to a stretcher with Cruz and Herrmann's help. And that is what seems to bring him back from wherever his mind had gone to while everyone freaked out around him.

"I don't need to go to the hospital," Casey tries to argue. "I just lost my footing."

"Shut up," Brett says, no longer able to treat him just like any other patient. "You're going to get checked out and that's the end of this discussion. Cruz, Herrmann help me get him into the ambulance!"

"But really, I'm okay," Casey tries to say, but Brett's glare silences him up. Then he seems to realize there won't be a way out once Cruz and Herrmann finish loading him up into the ambulance. "Come on, hear me out. I just got up too quickly and got a little dizzy."

"How long have you been dizzy? What other symptoms do you have?" Brett starts questioning, not missing a beat.

Casey shuts his mouth, knowing he already said too much.

"Matt, please. Help us out here. What other symptoms do you have?" Brett more like pleads this time. "It's my fault this is happening. I missed it on our last shift. I don't want to miss anything now. So please, don't play tough right now and tell me everything."

Seeing the desperation in her eyes and pleading in her tone, Casey sighs and closes his eyes. "I have had a headache since our last shift… Also nausea, dizziness and ringing in my ears." Seeing everyone's eyes go wide, he opens his, trying to give them his best apologetic look. "But symptoms came and went, it wasn't always so bad," he finishes weakly.

"You're an idiot, do you know that? And an even bigger idiot than I thought," Severide says through gritted teeth, his voice raising with every word. "How could you not say something after what happened the last time?" He asks dejectedly, remembering the time a beam crashed into Casey's head and almost ended his career. "But I guess all this just makes me an idiot too, cause I'm your roommate and I missed it."

"You weren't even there," Stella adds sadly. "I was right there, so if anything, I'm more to blame than you."

Brett cuts everyone off with a humorless chuckle. "I'm the PIC in charge of the firehouse and I saw everything happen, so it's all my fault."

"You were taking care of the crash victims," Stella says, ready to defend her friend and stop her from blaming herself.

"Hmm, I think this is really Casey's fault. We wouldn't be here if he had just said something." Severide interjects, while he helps load all the equipment back into the ambulance. Not wanting either Brett or Stella to get down on themselves, and feeling the need to add some lightness to this moment. Because if they can joke about it, then everything will be okay in the end. Or so he tells himself.

"We shouldn't be blaming the guy in the stretcher," Casey mumbles from inside. "Besides, I'm really okay. I don't need to go to the hos…"

"Everyone please be quiet," Boden's voice booms from behind, successfully silencing everyone. "Casey, we will have a serious talk about what happened here, but now you're going to Chicago Med and getting checked out. Brett, Stella, Severide, this is no one's fault."

Everyone nods, as Mackey runs to the driver's side of the ambulance, and Brett gets in the back, next to Casey. The decision not even spoken out loud, both knowing that's just the way this needs to go.

"And… I missed it too." Boden adds to himself in a much quieter voice. If anything this is all my fault, Chief Boden thinks before his thoughts are drawn back to the present by the sound of Severide closing the double doors of the ambulance.

"Severide, you're in charge of the firehouse until I am back," Boden directs, then runs to his SUV so he can follow the ambulance to Chicago Med.

"I still think this is Casey's fault," Severide says quietly, trying again to add some levity to the situation, for his and his teammates' sake. "Everyone, time to get back to work. Tony, Stella get squad and truck parked properly. Gallo, Ritter get started on lunch. Herrmann, come with me so we can locate Casey's sister's phone number," Severide directs, even as he stays rooted in place, staring at the disappearing Ambo 61 and Battalion 25.

-x-x-x-

"This can't happen again," Brett says, as she sits inside Ambo 61, on the bench next to the stretcher.

Casey turns to Brett, but says nothing. They haven't been alone, together since that fateful night and his brain seems to be short-circuiting, and not because of the head injury. Because even if Brett's words and tone say that she's angry, her hand is still clutching tight to his and her eyes can't help but show the concern she's really feeling.

"I'm serious, Matt. This can't happen again. Whatever happened… or didn't happen, can't interfere with our jobs again. If you're hurt, you need to tell me."

Drawing the oxygen mask down, Casey sighs before he bravely, or dumbly (it could be argued either way), intertwines their fingers together. "I could have told Mackey, this has nothing to do with us," he explains, doing his best to sound like he believes his own words.

"Then why didn't you?" Brett challenges.

Casey opens his mouth to say something, then closes it again. And repeats the same pattern a few times until he finally whispers, "I was scared." He settles on a half-truth, cause he's in fact scared, but decides not to mention how he purposely hadn't asked Brett for help, even when Chief Boden suggested it.

Brett's first instinct is to respond that Matt Casey isn't scared of anything, but the still rational part of her brain realizes that won't help the situation, so she just raises her eyebrows in a silent question.

"I'm not supposed to have another head injury," Casey says softly.

"Do you think avoiding the issue will just simply make it go away?" Brett asks, the first of her barely suppressed anger and frustration beginning to filter into her words. "Because let me tell you, Casey, it won't. In life we can't just run from our problems. We can't just say things and then avoid the issue completely. We can do things that hurt people, then try to move on with our lives and hope time solves everything. Because, again, it won't! We have to fight for what we want and be brave enough not only to walk into a fire, but to handle the consequences of what happens next."

After the last word leaves her lips, Brett seems to deflate. The void left open by her departing anger and frustration now occupied by the concern and love she feels for this man. Because she can no longer deny what she's feeling is so much more than simple infatuation.

Staring at Brett with wide eyes, Casey almost bares his soul to the woman he knows he's in love with, instead he just breathes out a simple question. "Are we still talking about head injuries?"

Now it's Brett's time to open her mouth, then promptly close it again. They both know this is about everything but head injuries, even if they're both still worried about that, but Brett knows this is not the right time to get into it. But Casey's expectant, and slightly hopeful, eyes still stare at her, seemingly looking directly into her soul, so Brett parts her lips but before she's able to say anything, the double doors of ambo 61 open and just like that they're parked in front of Gaffney Chicago Medical Center, a group of doctors and nurses surrounding them.

Without even thinking of what she's doing, Brett jumps out of the ambulance, and starts to recite Casey's stats and everything she knows about this injury. Then he's gone. Wheeled inside the hospital, while she's left standing alone, not only to worry about his physical condition, but to think about the words she just spoke. She thought, or hoped, if only for the sake of her broken heart, that she was moving on with Grainger, but evidently her heart is still stuck on one Matthew Casey.

-x-x-x-

By the time Boden returns to firehouse 51 it's almost midnight, but he's not surprised to find the entire house sitting in various places in the common room as they wait for news. Usually they would have all been waiting in Chicago Med but protocols still limit the number of people in the waiting room so they had been ordered to stay home.

"How's Casey doing?" Severide asks as soon as he sees his chief walking in.

Boden sighs and lifts his hands in a placating gesture as soon as he's instantly surrounded by the expectant faces of the men and women of Firehouse 51. "Casey's stable. They did an initial CT, then just in case also an MRI since this is his second head injury and because he didn't go to the hospital right away after the hit to his head."

"Another epidural hematoma?" Stella interrupts anxiously. Remembering Severide telling her the story once, and not wanting Casey and the house to go through that again. Because when one of them is hurt, it feels as if they all are.

Boden shakes his head, but still looks troubled. "Not this time, no. But the MRI did reveal a very small bleed. That's why he seemed to be okay after the injury. But without any sort of treatment, it was always going to get worse with time. However small, a brain bleed can't be trusted to resolve on its own without medical supervision, especially given Casey's history. Dr. Halstead said if we hadn't taken him to the hospital when we did, his intracranial pressure could have continued to rise and we could have been sharing a much different conversation."

"So, what's the prognosis? Is he having surgery again?" Severide asks worriedly, thinking not only of his friend's life but also his career as a firefighter. They had once dreamed of ruling the firehouse together along with Darden, and even if their friend had been gone for a long time, Severide still hopes to someday retire alongside his best friend. But only after many years of Chief Casey and Captain Severide in command of 51. The thought making Severide chuckle inwardly. Because at one point in time, he would have imagined himself as Chief in that little scenario, but nowadays, he's just content with the idea of being to Matt what he's to Boden now.

"Hopefully not. Doctors are already giving him medication and they're hopeful this time it will be enough to reduce inflammation and pressure. They're leaving surgery as a very last resort, but Dr. Halstead doesn't think they will get there. They also did a neurological exam and cognitive testing as precaution, and these didn't raise any red flags. He has the typical symptoms of a bad concussion but nothing that won't go away with time and no memory or strength issues. Dr. Halstead did put in some stitches to the wound on his head as he kept reopening it." Boden explains, grateful the news he has are mostly good, or at least not as bad as they could have been. "He should have been okay. If he had gotten checked out and given treatment right away. The hit wasn't too strong, so there was no reason for his symptoms to get so bad. They think that's also what made him collapse. He had probably been experiencing the headaches, nausea and dizziness since he got injured and without treatment it was all bound to get worse."

Sighing, Severide closes his eyes, still not able to shake the feeling that he should have noticed and knocked some sense into Casey before his situation got this bad. What help would he be to a future Chief Casey if he can't even help ensure he lives long enough to make it to chief? But then he opens his eyes and turns to Stella, finding her hands closed into fits, a scowl on her face. And looking to his sides, he sees similar expressions all around him, every member of 51 feeling this way in some way their fault.

"I missed it too," Boden says, recognizing the guilt in the faces of all the men and women he sees as family, and wanting to draw their attention back to him and away from any self-deprecating thoughts. "We all did. But really, this is no one's fault. But it should be a lesson for all. I will speak to Casey about this once he's on his feet again, but since I have you all here with me, I might as well use this experience as a reminder. Regardless of how simple an injury seems, we have paramedics for a reason. Regardless of any worries you might have about time off or your careers, you can't help anyone if you first don't help yourself. You all know I trust you, and don't like to micromanage. But I will have to start, if something like this ever happens again."

A chorus of yes, Chief follows Boden's words as everyone nods their agreement. Shoulders sagging as everyone seems to deflate, because even if they understand this wasn't their fault, still no one can shake the feeling that they could have done more.

"Now, everyone go to bed, you all deserve to rest, too. Casey is okay and being taken care of," Boden finally adds with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Just then, both Severide and Stella realize Brett isn't with Boden. Mackey had returned after dropping Casey off but they hadn't seen Brett since she climbed into the ambulance next to their roommate.

Bumping their shoulders against each other, Severide and Stella share a relieved smile, before walking together to the officer's quarters. Both, happy their captain will be okay and silently promising to keep a better eye on him, God knows he needs it. But both also hoping they won't have to and wishing this is the push their respective best friends need to finally give in to their very obvious feelings for each other and give their relationship a real try.

-x-x-x-

Casey opens his eyes to the telltale signs of a hospital room... antiseptic smell, incessant beeping, colorless walls and ceiling… All things he hates, together in one room.

Closing his eyes again, he releases a sigh in frustration. Having enough presence of mind to admit to himself that he has no one to blame for single handedly landing himself in this situation. Well, okay, the drunk driver landed him on the ground, but as Halstead told him, what happened later could have been avoided if he had just gotten checked out quickly. Now he should just be grateful his stupidity didn't end his career as a firefighter, and trust his doctors' words that medication will be enough and he will make a full recovery.

Finding himself alone in the room, Casey also wonders if protocols are to blame or if maybe everyone is pissed off at him, and makes a mental note to apologize not only to Boden, Brett, Severide and Stella, but to the rest of the firehouse as well. He's supposed to be their captain, second in command, and needs to set the right example. Not only for doing the right thing, but also apologizing afterwards for a momentary lack in judgement.

Be brave enough not only to walk into a fire, but to handle the consequences of what happens next, Brett's words then replay on his head, and a treacherous smile escapes his lips as he remembers her worried blue eyes and the feel of her hand in his.

And just like that, the power of his mind seemingly conjures the one thing he wants most in the world at this moment. Because one second he's alone in his room, and the next, the door is creaking open and Sylvie is standing next to his bed.

"You came," Casey breathes out.

"Who said I ever left?" Brett shrugs but asks sincerely. And looking at her tired eyes and paramedic uniform, Casey takes her words for nothing but the truth.

"I thought you were angry at me," Casey says, wincing as he remembers her demeanor and words in the ambulance.

"I'm not mad, I'm just…" Brett begins but cuts herself off.

"Disappointed?" Casey provides helpfully, a childish grin on his face.

Brett has the sudden need to kiss the smile off his face, but instead seems to deflate as she decides to go for honesty. "Yeah, I guess that's the right word. I'm disappointed you didn't feel like you could trust me on this. I know I should have noticed something was wrong, and even more, I should have checked you out right after the injury, but that's my mistake and I will do better next time. But Matt, promise me you will never knowingly hide an injury or illness again."

"This is not your fault, Brett."

"Promise me," Brett interrupts before Casey can say anything else. "I can't lose you too, Matt. Even if we can't be more than friends, I still can't lose my best friend."

Casey wants to say he wants to be more than friends, that they still can, but he just sighs, knowing it's not the right time. "I promise, Sylvie," he says softly. "I can't promise nothing will happen, because that's just the nature of our jobs, but I can promise not to hide things again."

"Okay." Brett whispers, relief evident in the way her shoulders slump. Still her eyes look worried as she searches Casey's eyes and body for any signs that he's struggling or in pain. Eventually, her eyes settle on the bandage covering the left side of his head.

For the next few minutes no one speaks, as Brett and Casey just look at each other. Both their minds, lost in the sad memories of what happened last fall, worry for what could have happened today, and a small seed of hope for what they hope will happen in the future.

"Did you really believe I wouldn't come?" Brett asks eventually, when the silence stretches for too long.

Casey ponders the question for a moment, before a sad smile reaches his lips. "Yeah, I guess I did."

Brett smiles sadly in return, her eyes losing some of their spark. "I will always be here for you, Matt. Like you're always here for me. Regardless of our relationship status."

There's no regardless, Casey wants to say, remembering Brett's comment about Gabby, but he doesn't. They're here because of his inability to let go of the past, and commit to fighting for the future he wants, and Brett doesn't deserve him taking advantage of the situation to win himself a second chance. He still wants it, he just needs to stop being scared and find the right time and way to do it. Because Casey can't deny that he's in love with Brett, and God knows his feelings for her are not going away anytime soon.

"Besides, I'm not going anywhere. Dr. Halstead says you will need some help. You need rest to recover, and light and sound will still bother you for a few days, but you still need to eat and take care of yourself. I already told Severide and Stella I'm sleeping on the couch until you're back on your feet." Brett continues after Casey's silence, the words rushing out of her as soon as the first one leaves her parted lips, not wanting to give herself any chance to back down now.

"You can't just up and leave your apartment. You're a pet owner now," Casey teases in response.

"You heard about that?" Brett asks, blushing as she remembers how she ended up with Veronicat.

"There's a lot of gossip around the house," Casey says with a shrug, "it's hard not to listen."

Brett mentally wonders what other things has Casey heard, her blush deepening when she remembers her night with Grainger. Not surprised at the feeling of shame and regret the memory brings. Choosing not to say anything else she makes two mental notes, one to text Severide to find out if the Loft accepts pets, then to call Grainger and respectfully end what they have. He might be a great guy but her heart belongs to another.

"I won't be alone. Severide and Stella are almost always there. You really don't need to disrupt your life for me," Casey explains seriously this time, mistaking her silence for agreement, and still determined not to take advantage of Brett's good nature, even if he wants nothing more than to take her home with him.

"This happened on Severide's watch," Brett reminds him softly. Knowing there's no way she will leave Casey out of her sight so soon after this little incident.

"Don't you trust Stella?" Casey tries instead.

"I do, but she will be outnumbered. We need even numbers to fight the likes of you."

"Who says I want to fight you?" Casey asks, his treacherous eyes going from Brett's eyes directly to her lips.

Brett notices, and bites her own. "I don't want to fight you either, but I will, if you don't start taking better care of yourself." She answers, forcing herself to be professional and her mind to stop remembering the taste of Casey's kiss and the feeling of his hands on her.

"Do you go home with all your patients, PIC Brett?" Casey challenges, suddenly less interested in not taking advantage of the situation, and more into beginning to win his second chance.

"Don't be unprofessional, Captain Casey," Brett tries to admonish, but her tone makes it sound less like a reproach, and more like an invitation.

"I'm high on painkillers," Casey says innocently. "What's your excuse?"

His comment only makes Sylvie smile. And Matt does too. Their eyes locked as an intangible something passes between them.

And the moment they share is not a guarantee for the future and their relationship working out. But a promise, that they will talk, and give what they have a real chance. Because they can no longer ignore they're in love, but they can learn from the past. Last fall, they kissed and tried to talk later. This time, they will reverse the order and make a different outcome. They owe it to themselves, their love, their friendship, and one another.

So this moment, more than anything else, is just that. A vow to fight, but only for each other.

#Chicago Fire #matt casey #sylvie brett #brettsey #brett x casey #kelly severide #stellaride #chicago fire fanfic #bad things happen bingo

[anna-justice]

so i was on a retreat for the last 4 days (covid safe), and i tried to keep myself away from all social media while there. getting back onto to everything this morning was crazy.

i know by posting this here i am really preaching to the choir, but i am so frustrated. laroyce’s comment put me over the edge.

1) sophia bush chose to leave CPD. she wasn’t happy and she wanted to move on. she doesn’t deserve to be pulled back into a universe she purposefully left because her once love interest is now with someone else. she’s had four years to make peace with the experience, it’s not fair that people keep drudging up the past.

2) jesse lee soffer and sophia bush dated in real life. i cant imagine how hard this is for tracy, with all the hate...but jesse is having to face the music over a real relationship AND an on screen relationship. half the people that are mad about upstead are jophia fans! jesse and sophia have been broken up a long time and again, we shouldn’t be drudging up the past! in addition to that, i’m sure it has put a strain on jesse and tracy’s friendship (which NO ONE wants). i think the upstead side of the fandom has been great about not shipping trasse, but i cant imagine that they don’t feel like people compare them to jophia.

3) TRACY SPIRIDAKOS IS A BEAUTIFUL PERSON AND IT IS NOT HER FAULT THAT JAY KISSED HAILEY. like even taking a step further to say that hailey admited her feelings, but jay kissed her. JAY kissed HER. if people want to be mad at someone, be mad at him!

okay i’m off my soapbox now. but come on, we love these actors and this fandom. if we want to keep it a happy place to work and thrive, we need to do better.

side note: i’ve followed tv show couples since i was old enough to, and for how (relatively) small the one chicago fandom is, there is SO much controversy over ships (mainly dawsey vs brettsey/linstead vs upstead). i mean this is stelena vs delena level stuff! there’s no need!

anyway, have an amazing day 🥰

#rant #one chicago #upstead #linstead #trasse #jophia

[anotheronechicagobog]

Fire Meets Fate - Brettsey - Chapter 1 - Violet Opens Her Big Mouth

warnings: swearing, mature themes, character death (Andy Darden), canon compliant tragedy

Summary: Violet Casey, Matt's favourite (and only) niece points out what Matt had been so blind to; Gabby Dawson has the hots for him. While he is engaged. While Matt is most definitely... Shocked at this news, he is in no way pleased. As a result, they never get together.

“I don’t like Gabby.”

“What? Why not, you’re always talking about how much you like her food.”

“Yeah, her food’s amazing- she isn’t.”

“Violet, why would you think that?”

“And that is why I’m bringing it up, you, uncle lieutenant, are oblivious. Gabby has the hots for you.”

“She does not.”

“Yes, she does! Ask anyone, ask uncle Kelly, ask Hallie, ask Gabby.”

“We’re friends and friends alone, Gabby does not love me.”

“I didn’t say ‘love’, I said that she has the hots for you, which is totally different. If she loved you she wouldn’t flirt with you every chance she got, including whenever you and Hallie are on a break.”

“She doesn’t-”

“Flirt with you? Yes, she does. She also makes puppy dog eyes at you and bites her lip whenever you’re not looking. Look, I’m not telling you that she’s not nice, or that you shouldn’t be friends with her, it’s just that I’ve noticed she likes you more than she should, and that sometimes her ‘friendship’ has an ulterior motive.”

“Violet-”

“Just keep it in mind, okay uncle Matt?”

And he did.

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You know how when you start learning to drive, and all the bad driving habits people had, like rolling stops, were pointed out to you? And how once the blinders were ripped off, you couldn’t unsee anything? Well finding out Gabby ‘has the hots’ for him had the same effect. Suddenly he couldn’t hold eye contact with her because he saw longing and lust beneath them, he heard the lengthy pauses and felt the weight of her gaze when anyone asked her about her love life, and whenever she spoke to him he noticed hidden and double meanings in her words. Honestly, it made him a little uncomfortable. And his niece was right, he was completely oblivious! So. Damn. Oblivious. But at first he thought that he was just seeing things, I mean, Violet was fourteen what did she know about non-platonic relationships. Wait... What did she know about non-platonic relationships?! She’s only fourteen! Casey’s horror-filled internal realizations were interrupted by Severide. The man who was once one of his best friends now seemed more like a mortal enemy. Picking fights. Doubting his decision. Second-guessing his judgment. Snide comments. Matt had truly forgotten just how sharp Kelly’s tongue was until they weren’t on the same side anymore. “What did you and Heather talk about at the barbeque?”

“Just about Andy and Griffin. Whenever someone asks, she says they’re holding up as well as can be expected, but I think there’s more going on that she’s not seeing yet because she’s still grieving too.”

“Well, maybe if Heather actually brought the boys around here, or me. There wouldn’t be an issue.”

“Okay, you know what? I’m done. I have tried to talk to Heather about bringing the boys here, about letting them see you, you think I haven’t? But she’s hurting and she blames you. I’ve tried talking her down, and I know that Andy’s death isn’t either of our faults, but I can’t control someone else’s emotions. So stop baring your teeth at me over it. I have tried, and failed, and I am tired, okay? I lost my two best friends in one day! And one of them is actually here, and alive, and safe but growls at me every time I walk near him!”

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In a blue tank top, jeans, and wedges, Gabby approached Matt in the locker room. “My brother called me...” Of course he did. If Matt had felt like he had any other trustworthy officers to turn to, he wouldn’t have asked Gabby to contact her brother. Nothing stays secret between those two. And this was something that only added to the feeling of centipedes marching up and down his spine. He didn’t want her to know about his private life before he did, he didn’t want her in the loop. He normally had no issue with criticism so long as it was based in merit and not bias. And lately he couldn’t help but feel that Violet was right about Gabby and ulterior motives.

“... You holding up alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. Good.” With a quick nod to her, he left. No long looks, no asking her what she would have done, no ‘honest answers’, no soulful eyes or parted lips, he didn’t want anymore personal, intimate, talks between them anymore. She may just be a friend to him, but he wasn’t just a friend to her, and he didn’t know how to handle that situation just yet. 

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Matt walked towards the kitchen, ready to get some breakfast and coffee after all the paperwork he had to do before eight in the morning. He winced internally when he saw Gabby crossing the room with arms full of Halloween candy packages. Even just looking at her now set him on edge. He didn’t have confirmation about Violet was right, but as time went on, her actions and her words and her body language, both past and present, were glaring confirmations. He did his best to blend into the background, fade into the noise of the firehouse, and it worked. Mills was getting more and more frustrated that they only had salt and pepper for spices, but then Gabby, still on the counter from putting the candy up high, laid her hand on his shoulder, and told him where she kept the spices she uses when she cooks. “... I used up the rest of the saffron the last time I cooked.” While Gabby didn’t look back at Mills as she walked away, burning a hole inside of Matt’s head instead, the candidate’s eyes followed her form as she walked away, amazement on playing on his features. Matt smiled, maybe her love of cooking would bring her and Mills together.

And then the bells went off.

Once on the scene, Casey was brought back to a phone call he had early in the morning with Luke Hermann.

FLASHBACK

“Hello?”

“Uncle Matt, it’s Luke.”

“Hey, Luke, is everything alright?”

“No. I mean yeah, at home, I mean dad did walk in on grandpa in the bathroom again, but things here are good, but no...”

“Luke what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“I don’t want my dad to die.”

“Oh, Luke... Hey, bud, it’s okay, don’t cry.”

“But he almost died, and so did you! When uncle Andy died it seemed so far away, like it couldn’t happen to my dad, but then...”

“Hey, I know. Everyone at the firehouse, we love your dad. And you. We’re all looking out for him and watching his back, okay? We always do everything we can to make sure he goes home to you.”

“But that’s not enough sometimes, is it?”

“Luke, your dad loves you more than anything, he will always do whatever it takes to make it through a shift and back home to the people he loves more than anything else in the world. And his in-laws.” The uncontrollable sounds coming from the boy had changed from crying to laughing, and Matt couldn’t help but crack a smile amongst his own misty eyes. Hermann really didn’t get along with his in-laws, did he?

FLASHBACK OVER

The call ended up being a small kitchen fire, minimal damage, no one was injured, but Casey remained in a sour mood. He couldn’t promise the safety of his colleagues in their line of work, and that was pissing him off more than usual today.

“Alright, everyone, today our own Jose Vargas transfers over from truck to squad.”

Casey and Severide were at odds, but that didn’t mean the rest of the house had to be, and it really was a tragedy that tensions spilled over quite a bit. So Matt made sure that he looked as genuine as he felt while shaking his brother in arms’ hand, “best of luck.”

“Thanks, lieutenant.” He still felt a bit like he was losing one to the enemy, so he retreated to his office. Which turned out to be a pretty bad move, considering all he could do was think about Voight. If he was being honest, Matt was afraid of what he’d gotten himself into. He knew it was the right thing, he just wondered if he’d make it out the other side unscathed. His mind kept wandering to those action movies about stopping dirty cops. Kidnapping, torture, death. He couldn’t help but wonder if that was Voight’s style.

“Hey.” And then suddenly Hallie was there, in a red sweater and black leggings. “Hey yourself, what are you doing here?”

“I just thought I’d come by for a visit, are you okay? You’ve been drifting off a lot lately.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

“Well, I have to admit, there’s another reason I stopped by. To see if you were up for something that we talked about but never got around to doing?” Playfully lust eyes met his as she shut the blinds on his door. And like magic, Matt’s day got a whole lot better.

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Closed doors didn’t always have connotations, but in the firehouse they did. Everything was based on context, sometimes it meant that whoever was on the other side was sleeping in their office. Sometimes it was paperwork, or alone time, or some not-so-alone time with a special someone. Or like now, where the chief ushered in a police captain, detective, and then requested his presence. Everyone was well aware by now of his debacle with Voight, so they stayed clear. Casey was seething. The ‘captain’ basically came all this way to tell them that IA was conducting a BS investigation and that despite the fact that he was Voight’s superior, he couldn’t do anything. And then Antonio spoke up. Volunteered. Matt looked him in the eye, and while he could tell the man was honourable and that he’d do everything he could, Matt couldn’t help but wonder if it had anything to do with Gabby.

“Thank you, detective Dawson.”

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“Guys who assaulted you have a record. Guaranteed.” Matt was sore, but not sore enough to miss a shift, and certainly not sore enough to look at binders filled with the photos of known offenders with Antonio. Gabby entered to grab her stuff just as Matt got past the first page. Until  Matt’s rang with Hallie checking in he used that as an excuse to pretend she wasn’t even in the room. “Hey, just looking at photographs, tattoos.” 

“You never know.” Hallie was being the optimist for once, and Matt couldn’t be more grateful for it.

“That’s right.”

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” Even before he responded to Hallie Matt could practically feel Gabby’s sadness. It was palpable. He could actually feel the realization shift in Antonio Dawson. So when Matt hung up the phone, he didn’t look at either of them. He pretended that he didn’t see their facial expressions out of the corner of his eye, that he didn’t sense the longing in Gabby’s delayed departure from the briefing room, that he didn’t feel the weight in Antonio start to shift as he leaned on the table to watch Matt look through the binder. And then the bells went off.

#One Chicago #Chicago Fire #matt casey #matt casey x sylvie brett #sylvie brett #gabriella dawson #matt casey x hallie #gabriella dawson x peter mills #brettsey

[rainydayhues]

Happy One Chicago premiere day!

Excited to see where Med starts off considering the finale and so curious about PD's plans for Jay/Upstead.

As for Fire, I'm already preparing for the fact that Brettsey is going to break my heart tonight. I'm so looking forward to seeing my favorites again and Hawkami/Stellaride but that break up really is looming over. 🥺

#chicago fire #brettsey #hawkami #one chicago #stellaride #i am once again my brettsey feels #we almost had it all #chicago pd #chicago med

[justoneofthoseghosts]

If I'm dreaming, baby, please don't wake me up.

Brettsey

To Matt, it feels surreal to be standing at the end of the aisle.

It had taken them years to get to this point and as he pinches the inside of his wrist to make sure that he wasn't dreaming, he takes in their surroundings. It was a nice Spring day, not too cold, not too hot. They were in a garden, a small venue someone Sylvie knew recommended. It was the perfect place for their ceremony. There were tall trees all around providing ample shade. The seats were filled with their friends and family, all grinning in anticipation, waiting for the bride to arrive.

The road to getting married wasn't easy for Matt and Sylvie. There were a lot of bumps, or maybe more like roadblocks, along the way. They had spent the better part of three years apart due to Matt's commitment to the Dardens and had dodged an almost breakup the morning after Stella and Kelly's wedding. He wanted to kick himself when she looked at him sadly and he remembered how he told her he didn't know what was going to happen because while he didn't, he knew what he wanted to happen. He should have reassured her that while Portland was a nice place to live, one that had its own charm, it was never home because home was wherever Sylvie was and if she wanted to build roots in Chicago, he'd want that too.

He'd want anything with her because he was hopelessly, desperately in love with her. He told her everything that morning - how they would figure it out, how he loved her and still wanted to keep being them no matter how difficult it might get, how he was willing to put in the effort and show up for her because he knew she was the one.

It was all her could offer short of proposing on the spot. He wanted to but he knew it wasn't time yet.

Eventually, the right time did present itself once he moved back to Chicago. He snuck the ring in one of her coat pockets, the one she loved to wear in the winter and when she placed her lip balm in the pocket, she felt the small box. She pulled it out and looked at him like he grew three heads. He grinned before taking the box from her and opening it up, kneeling in front of her in the hallway of their apartment. He barely got the question out before he answer came, clear as a bell - yes.

It took a few more months longer to plan the wedding because life seemed to throw a few more curveballs their way, like a hospitalization in Matt's case and a long bout of the flu in Sylvie's but the day had finally arrived.

He takes a deep breath as soft music begins to play, signaling that Sylvie was about to walk down the aisle. He gazes as she walks, or maybe more like glides, his way in the arms of her father. She had on a simple white dress that shimmered when it caught the sunlight. Her hair was swept up in a low bun, not unlike the one she had during Stella and Kelly's wedding. Her eyes locked with his and he was glad that this was real life, that it was not merely a dream like the ones he used to have back in Oregon all the time.

He and Sylvie were about to be married and it was so much more than he could ask for. In all the things that have gone wrong in Matt's life, this was one of the few that finally went right.

#brettsey #drabbles #I am once again drowning in my feels #ask games #brettsey happy together 2022

[kim-ruzek]

I like Brettsey, but I'm not the biggest Brettsey fan because I'm not a big shipper, honestly (so I like Stellaride and Burzek as well and feel nothing for the other OC ships), but even I have to admit that they did them; the individual characters and the fans are so dirty with that break-up. I don't think the writers realise how shitty they have been with all the baiting and saying stuff they don't mean. I'm disappointed but not surprised, but honestly, this is how I've felt about OC for a while now:

Making Violet's whole storyline about two men-Gallo and Hawkins

The constant miscommunication or lack of communication with Stellaride and Brettsey

Dragging the slow burn with Brettsey on for way too long.

Replacing Mason (Chris Mansa) with a white male actor.

Saying they had no more storylines for Dylan Scott even though he's what made Med feel like it was worth watching again.

Pushing Ritter and Kevin to the background and only using Kevin for a race storyline.

Notice how it's the black characters they keep treating like crap.

The constant back and forth between Kim and Adam.

The lack of acknowledgement that Kim and Adam, two white cops, are raising a traumatised black girl (one acknowledgement isn't enough.

Having three opportunities during season 10 of CF to cast people of colour or LGBTQ individuals and instead casting 3 white heterosexual characters.

The list goes on.

I think that's when you really know that as writers when you've messed up, when people who like the characters but not really a big shipper can appreciate how dirty they've done them!!! The thing that annoys me most about all this bloody baiting and shit is that they had ample of warning Jesse was leaving, and yeah they probably wanted to see if he just wanted a year break or if it was indeed long term but there was plenty of time to do the storyline and have the conclusion be like this but in ways that actually makes sense with the bloody characters!!!

But yeah, as disappointed and frustrated it makes me, it unfortunately doesn't surprise me. But that kinda makes it more disappointing, that it didn't exceed the incredibly low expectation I have for these shows.

And YES omg the Dylan Scott thing has pissed me off so much, because I think a lot of the fandom can agree, that he brought a new life to the show and actually made med more worth it! But no, off he goes!

And don't even get me started on how they continually push Ritter aside-- literally did he have only one line (about violet's bloody love life at that!) last episode??

And pd continually just using Kevin for race storylines -- and then not even reflecting on the biases and problems poc face in every episode, just once in a blue moon when they remember Kevin is a character-- it just really pisses me off. I am hoping this season he gets a storyline outside of it, because he is so long overdue but I'm not very optimistic because I thought the Celeste storyline last season would be but nope!

I do agree they need to address the two white cops raising a traumatized black girl thing more, but that I'm even less optimistic about. The main problem is they decided to bring her in before burzek has sorted themselves out, which means, especially with too much focus on other characters, whenever any episode is on them, the writers decide to continue the insane miscommunication and conflict between them rather than idk, doing a much more interesting storyline about interracial adoption? My hope is that now it looks like burzek is sorting themselves out that we'll get more storylines around that but I very much doubt it since this is cpd after all !!

Tbh when I got into one Chicago I did get into it knowing that most likely it will not deal with race well but I am a huge shipper-- I watch things for the romance really, and that's everything -- so I accepted that but honestly it's-- ESPECIALLY fire bc pd has always been pretty damn shit and definitely has been since s5-- gone supeeeeer downhill recently and it annoys me so much!

Thank you for sending me this!!! Even if I got a little ranty! 💖

#ree's asks #chicago fire #chicago pd #one chicago spoilers #thank you for asking!!! 💖 #ree has thoughts

[dopemixtape]

What are some of your favorite brettsey moments so far?

I have really enjoyed their entire journey, anon! Slow burn friends to lovers is my jam, and I think the pacing has been really good on the show. (Though I am to the point where I’m yelling KISS ALREADY!)

On the surface this pairing, given their previous relationships, seems messy. I described it to a friend and I said, “I know this sounds a little soap opera-y, but hear me out.” I think it works so well because there was NEVER anything besides friendship between them while they were in other relationships. But after Matt got divorced and Sylvie’s relationship with Kyle fell apart, they gradually grew as friends first. I never even considered them as a ship until Gabby left, but once I considered it and the show started teasing it, I fell hook, line, and sinker. The show has been letting the story unfold organically, I think, and it’s been really fun to watch.

Some of my favorite moments (which are basically ALL of them): 

Sylvie approaching Matt at Molly’s and saying, “We should be dating!” His face was priceless. Loved the game night and how the woman Sylvie attempted to set Matt up with called her out about how perfect she and Matt would be together. Yes, sis. Sing it!

Matt seeking out Sylvie to change his bandage so she wouldn’t yell at him again, when we all know Captain Casey is perfectly capable of doing that himself. Subtle, Captain. The look they exchanged there was amazing!

Matt’s Oh shit! What have I done? face when Kyle proposed to Sylvie at 51. Dumbass! 

Matt’s agonized face and broken I’m sorry to her in the mattress factory fire once he realized she was hurt.

Matt being jealous of Ryan and asking Sylvie about her boyfriend. Then Sylvie snapping back at him. Matt lacks subtlety and I’m so here for it. 

Sylvie being a total badass in the field and awesome with kids. Matt’s eyes go heart-shaped every time he sees her with kids, which is a big neon flashing sign for me. Matt then turning around and using Sylvie’s trick in the field, which lead to him buying her a drink at Molly’s and delivering the best line. “My money is on you finding exactly what you want, because that’s what you deserve.” *chef’s kiss* That is the stuff of shipper dreams right there, you know?

Sylvie seeking Matt out to give him an update on victim, knowing he’d want to know because he’s “a little extra that way.” His answering smile made the angels sing, anon! Matt Casey deserves to smile more and Sylvie Brett makes him smile.

Matt Casey spending his free morning helping Sylvie look for a cat and their talk on the steps. Sylvie being so honest and seeking his opinion about the adoption intermediary contacting her. I loved it! Matt’s not used to his opinion being sought out, so I think he was honored that she trusted him with this. I also loved him telling her that he’s always been impressed by her ability to see the good in people, so if anyone can handle this bombshell, it’s her.

Matt not throwing out the envelope when Sylvie asked him to, and then going back to retrieve it even after she watched him toss it in the trash. Also his surprised face when she looped her arm through his. 

His “oh boy” when she shows up at his place and tells him she changed her mind. “Are you gonna yell at me again?” I loved that whole scene. How he tries to give her some privacy in his own living room, but Sylvie asks him to stay with her while she opens it. That look at the end...we should have had a hug there, but I digress.

How about the worried looks on Sylvie’s face while Matt was trapped behind that wall of fire before Severide and Cruz could shut it down? And then Matt immediately looking at her once he was safe? That’s a thing that just friends do, right? SURE JAN! 

Speaking of looks exchanged during harrowing situations, how about that very pointed one before Matt and Severide rush into that basement apartment? YOU BOTH FAIL AT SUBTLETY!

Matt driving Sylvie to Rockford, even though he knows she can handle it on her own. Being utterly charmed by her Disney Princess story. The worried face he gave her after Scott sent her away.

Matt seeking out Sylvie to talk after he called Severide off the search, telling her he’s having trouble shaking it. Her “talk to me” was perfect and I love that he opened up. Also showing him her baby picture and Matt saying, “Now that’s pretty cute.” kbye!

Matt meeting Julie at Molly’s, then he and Sylvie acting like a married couple springing into action. *tosses keys* “My car’s parked out front.” His FACE when Sylvie feels the baby kicking and he sees her bright smile. THAT’S LOVE, BITCH! Then Julie asking how long they’ve been dating. Bless Sylvie’s heart that she gets all flustered. Julie sees right through you, lady! 

Sylvie calling Matt while she’s worried about Julie, and how quickly he rushes to get to the hospital. 

Sylvie breaking down in his quarters and Matt comforting her. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve watched this scene. AN UNHEALTHY amount, anon, okay? The way he touches her hair? Light me on fire! I love the way he touches her hair. “Whatever you decide I’m here. Okay?” 

Walking down the aisle together at Cruz’s wedding and THEN sharing looks during the vows. This ship is SO CLOSE to setting sail. I can feel it! I’m bummed that it likely isn’t going to happen this season thanks to RONA cutting the season short. But it is what it is.

This got out of hand and ended up being longer than I expected. But I love them, your honor! I live for this ship! 

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[sylvies-chen]

Can you do 64 or 67 for brettsey please?

Prompt 64 can be found here!!

67. “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

Matt should have seen this coming.

His mom's not exactly young. He doesn't know where she's been or how she's been doing these past few years, frankly. He's had no record of whether she's been staying healthy-- through no fault of his own, seeing as how his mom's always been less than reliable since getting out of prison. Hell, even before getting arrested she'd been letting him and Christie down in smaller ways.

So when he gets the call that Nancy Casey has passed away from a heart attack at the ripe age of 68, he thinks it's just one more way in which his mother has let him down; one more member of the Casey family carrying their overwhelming amount of secrets to the grave.

He should feel sad, he knows that, but all he feels is numbness and a slight annoyance at having to deal with the funeral and all her belongings.

Her belongings aren't actually all that numerous, he realizes soon enough, which he assumes is a perk of being so flakey. All he gets is a box of things. He doesn't know what things, exactly. He'd gone to her place, shoved everything he could find into a cardboard box without paying attention to any of it, and left before he had the change to boil over with rage at all the things she'd kept from him and Christie-- the apartment included.

He should book time off or something. Or maybe visit her grave. He hasn't been there since the funeral a week ago (at which he, Sylvie, and Christie had pretty much been the sole attendants), maybe it'd do him some good in theory. But right now, every normal way of grieving flies out the door for him. He feels himself reverting back to the Casey family tradition: internalizing your feelings and keeping them secret until the day you die. Literally. It's not fun, not pleasant, and certainly not healthy. But in some weird way, it feels like his own way of honouring his mother, so he doesn't fight it. He should, but he doesn't.

Until Sylvie notices, and manages to tear down his walls in one fowl, beautifully agonizing swoop.

She picks up on it pretty quickly. He drifts off a lot during shift, he looks even more serious than usual, and he refuses to talk about it all that much whenever she asks how he's feeling-- which isn't for lack of trying, but how the hell can he put every complex little emotion he's feeling into words? Doing that will take time.

She's over to the loft one night, petting gently at his hair with her legs sprawled across his lap as they mindlessly watch TV, when she notices the box of his mom's things collecting dust by the by the basketball machine. Stella and Severide are out and Sylvie knows he's not paying attention to what's on anyway, so she turns the TV off. It manages to get his attention and he looks to her, confused.

Her attention isn't on him though, only on the box. Its flaps are taped shut at the top, his mom's name in black sharpie fading slowly. "You still haven't opened the box of your mom’s stuff?"

"No," he admits.

“Matt…” she sighs, taking her legs off his lap to sit upright on the couch. “You’ve been retreating into yourself ever since your mom passed away. Please don’t shut me out. I’m here, you know that, right?”

“I do. But Sylvie, I’m fine,” he insists. “My mom knew exactly what she wanted in life once she got out of prison and I wasn’t exaclty a part of that. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen her, I probably don’t know half of what’s in that box anyway. She hid her new life from me and Christie. She’s just next in a long line of people in my family who’ve taken their secrets to the grave, that’s all.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

Her tone is sympathetic but has a slight edge to it. She wants him to open up, he knows that. That’s, along with the surprising frustration in her eye, is enough to make Matt want to. So he tries.

“I want to,” he assures her. “But there’s nothing to say. She was gone before, and she’s gone now. It’s just more permanent now.”

“But don’t you think opening that box will give you some— I don’t know… closure?”

“I know it probably will, but I've been busy with contracting work and the firehouse has been busy and... I don't know, it just slipped my mind."

She gives him a look as if to say she doesn't buy it for a second, only it turns quickly into a look of sympathy. Because it always does. Sylvie, through thick and thin, good and bad, just always understands him. That goes both ways, which makes it even better, but it also means he knows exactly what she's thinking right now.

"What's keeping you from doing it now then?"

"Now?" His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, his arm stretching out against the back edge of the couch and rubbing at her far shoulder. "Well for one, I'm having a relaxing night with you, and I'd rather not ruin that with memories of my less than reliable mother. And second, I just... I'm...."

Matt finds himself choking on his words, unable to admit to himself the one word he's looking for. He doesn’t know where this sudden seriousness comes from, this abrupt inability to keep things in. It’s like an old habit, and normally those die hard. Except Sylvie’s lifting a gentle hand to caress his face, is giving him that warm and comforting look, and he knows exactly why it’s hard.

It’s hard because it’s her. It’s Sylvie, and trying to internalize things around her at this point is pointless— even if he wanted to. And he doesn’t want to. He’s stripped of all his walls when he’s around her and honestly, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Scared?” She finishes his sentence for him, giving him an expectant look.

He nods, because yes. Matt Casey, a firefighter who’s faced blazing fires and near-death experiences, is scared of opening a tiny little box. It takes a lot for him to admit that but he’s with her, which makes it ten times easier. “Yeah,” he confirms. “I know it sounds silly, but I can’t bring myself to look at all the things from her life that she left me and Christie out of. I’m scared I’ll look in there and realize just how much of a stranger she was to me— and of how much I miss her anyway.”

Sylvie exhales quietly, eyeing him achingly for a moment while she gnaws at her lip the way she only does when she’s thinking hard. Then, she gives his knee a comforting squeeze before standing up. He shifts on the couch, elbows moving to his knees as he scrunches his brow in a pensive and painful train of thought of his own. He thinks Sylvie is just getting a glass of water or a tissue or something else, honestly. But when he looks up from his brooding, he sees her over by the basketball machine, picking up the box and bringing it over.

“Here,” she says, placing it on the table in front of them and sitting back down in her spot next to him. Their legs press together, leaving no space between them on the couch.

“No,” he shakes his head as he responds. “No, I can’t do it.”

“You can,” Sylvie assures him. “We can do it. Together. You don’t have to go through any of this alone, Matt. So if you have to sit here for a minute before opening it, or ten minutes, or an hour even, then you can do that. I’ll be here the entire time.”

Her eyes twinkle kindly at him and Matt swears, in that moment, that he’s the luckiest man alive. Something about everything she just told him strikes him harder than usual, acting as a sharp and wonderful reminder that they’re meant for each other.

“I am so in love with you,” he utters softly.

Sylvie lets out a quiet giggle, moving to hold his hand and lace their fingers together. “I love you too.”

She presses a tender kiss to his cheek as he sucks in a sharp breath, his attention now turning to the box in front of them. The box looks back at him, almost as if challenging him. Only now, miraculously, it seems more manageable to him. It’s still scary, still carries a lot of emotional weight for Matt. But he feels Sylvie’s hand in his and it gives him the strength to do this.

He lets go of Sylvie’s hand for a moment to tear the flaps of the box open. His hand finds hers again as soon as its done, relying on her for more strength as he moves to peer inside the box.

His heart stops.

With his spare hand, he pulls out the first thing in the box, at the very top— the very thing that made his heart stop. Nothing else in the box matters now, he thinks. Because sitting there, in the palm of his hand, is a picture of him, Christie, and his mom. Nancy Casey sits in the center of the picture, with Matt and Christie at her sides. He remembers the day well; it was his fourteenth birthday, after all. There’s a cake in front of them in the picture to prove it. Matt doesn’t ever remember looking and feeling so young. Admittedly, he doesn’t remember being that happy around his family either. Normally, birthdays were sort of a mess for him, a constant struggle of battling with his father over how they should celebrate it that alwaus left Matt grumpy and hurt. But in the picture, his mom’s hand is tickling his side, as well as Christie’s, and the moment captures the exact moment that he and Christie reflexively lean into her chest from the laughter. His mom’s smile is bright and wide— something he rarely saw around his household.

They were happy once. They were a family, no matter how messed up everything got between them. Maybe Nancy Casey wasn’t such a stranger to him after all. That fact alone sends those million complicated little emotions swirling around in his chest.

Only this time, he doesn’t bury them. This time, they all come pouring out at once and the dam breaks. He doesn’t know when the tears started, but they flow now with a painful ease.

Sylvie lets go of his hand and pulls him in, holding onto him tight and close as his head rests on her chest. He feels tears of her own drip on the back of his head as she strokes his hair gently. He so rarely cries like this and yet now that he’s started— now that he has someone like Sylvie who lets him be vulnerable— he doesn’t think he’ll ever stop.

Only she tightens his grip on him, whispers soothing hushes and gentle reassurances that everything will be okay, and he knows that he’ll stop soon enough.

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