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Distraction - Matt Casey | 18+

requested: yes

word count: 2,204

warnings: smut [unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk, lowkey think some of it counts as a breeding kink? I don't actually know???]

a/n: ... jesus christ

Masterlist

[“You’re the worst type of distraction, you know?” ]

Matt was probably the most supportive boyfriend you had ever had. He’s had your back since your first day at 51. He wasn’t a lieutenant yet but he still had enough pull at the house that he was able to get some asshole off your back in the first hour.

And since then he’s been at your side. You were a paramedic, so it wasn’t like the crush that had grown between you two was against the rules. And you didn’t even get together for… a while. For lack of a better word. But once you guys were, it was the strongest bond anyone had seen.

Nothing but loyalty, trust and support. Especially now. You’d had enough of being a paramedic. Not knowing what happened to patients after you brought them in. Not being able to use the copious amount of medical knowledge you had in the field. All of it was so frustrating.

So you decided to go to actual medical school. Which was going well. No you weren’t the top of your class but you were pretty high in the ranks. Half of the younger students ignored the embarrassment they put on themselves to ask for your help, knowing that as a paramedic you must have known a fair amount of stuff.

Which you did. But that wasn’t without the excessive cramming you did in between shifts. Like right now. Matt had been asleep for a few hours by now, expecting you to join him by the time it hit midnight.

It was 2:30 in the morning now.

And even though you knew you should go to bed, you couldn’t. Not when you still didn’t know what the hell to look for on an MRI. “Baby, why are you still awake?” Matt’s groggy voice was followed by the scuffle of his feet across the floor, making their way down the hallway.

You glanced over at him, a pen tucked behind your ear and hair tied up loosely. It was neat before but strands were slowly falling out of it the more you tilted and turned your head. His voice made you jump slightly, eyes too focused on some highlighted words in your textbook.

“Huh?” He sat on the couch behind you, gesturing to the skewed papers. “Oh, studying. Go back to sleep,” You gave him a soft smile, feeling his arms go around your shoulders, pulling you towards him.

Matt placed a kiss to the top of your head, “Come to bed with me,” He muttered, his hands sliding down your arms to push a different pen from your hand, grabbing it in his. You laughed softly, feeling him kiss from your cheek to your jaw.

Lightly you hummed, giving way to him, “You are the worst type of distraction you know that?” You muttered, twisting your hand to hold his. Matt nodded faintly, leaning more to kiss your shoulder.

“I know, so let me distract you more, in bed, and you can pick this back up tomorrow. When you’re more rested, and relaxed,” He slid his other hand over your shoulder, squeezing softly. It was damn near impossible to say no to him. Actually, completely impossible.

Matt was addicting. His touch, his words. Everything. He always has been. The first kiss you ever had sparked something deep inside you and since then it was like you were insatiable when it came to him.

Being at work was hard enough to control yourself, and his office only went uninterrupted for so long before someone knocked on his door so quickies were nearly off the table. Nearly. But at home, and when he was lazily kissing at your neck like he was now?

How could you even imagine declining his sweet offer?

You shifted onto your knees, turning to face him, pressing your lips to his. Matt’s hands abandoned yours, instead swooping around your waist, gently holding onto you. “That a yes?” He questioned smugly, already knowing the answer. He was well aware of the pull he had over you.

It was balanced perfectly, your presence having the same effect on the lieutenant as he on you. You hummed softly, pushing yourself up and off the floor, not without leaning forward to give him another firm kiss.

Moments like this made you thankful he was the type to only sleep in pajama pants, his chest bare for you to run your hands over. “Mhm,” Now impatient, you grabbed his hand, pulling him up, feeling him bump into your back as he followed you back into your bedroom, textbook and studies at the back of your mind.

You turned back to him the second you heard the door click behind you, hands finding the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. Any sleepiness that was in his body when he woke up was now gone, completely replaced with you, your lips and your body.

“You can’t just,” You firmly kissed him, “Come out there,” Another kiss. “And distract me.” And another. Slipping words in between them. Matt’s hands on your hips pulling you closer.

He reciprocated each kiss, his tongue fighting to slip into your mouth each time, slowly he pulled away, not caring about the line of spit that connected your mouths. “Seems I can though, doesn’t it?” His cocky words driven by the horniness that was clouding his mind, the ever growing bulge in his pants pushing the sarcastic side out of him.

Usually you were able to wrangle him in, get things done but when he started talking back? That’s when you knew to just let him do his thing. Cause damn was he good at it. “Is that so Lieutenant Casey?” You ticked an eyebrow up, overly softly gazing up at the blonde man.

Matt nodded, your tone catching his breath, “Mhm,” He nudged you back, slowly getting you to the end of the bed. “Cause look where you are,” His lips pressed to the bottom of your neck, “With,” Matt nipped right below your ear, “Me.” His breath sent a chill down your spine.

You closed your eyes, tilting your head to the side, letting the man kiss back down your neck. His hands slid up your sides, under your shirt and pulled it off. Matt turned you, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling you onto his lap.

Slowly your hands went over his shoulders, wrapping your legs around his waist. His arms wrapped around you, leaning up to catch your lips again, pulling you into a deep kiss. It was slow but heated, all of the lust and passion wrapped into each twist of your lips together.

Each brush of your tongue against his made him grow more and more, grinding his hips up into yours. “You can take my clothes off you know,” You muttered into the break he took to catch his breath. Matt’s eyes found yours, loosening the grip on you to lean back onto his palms.

“Or you can do it for me,” He mumbled, eyes dragging across your bare chest and the pajama pants you had put on hours ago. Your cheeks burned as you lifted from his lap, making a show of pushing them off, going to return to your spot when he held his hand out in expectancy.

You tilted your head slightly, Matt raising his eyebrows at the floral underwear you still wore. Oh. With a slight smirk you pulled them off, tossing them to the side, accepting Matt’s grasp as he brought you back towards him.

“That’s my baby girl,” He muttered, his hand going to your hair while his other gripped your hip, rocking up against you. Lightly you moaned, head leaning back as he did it again. His bulge rubbed right against your clit, making you pull your lip between your teeth.

Matt wanted you to beg. You knew that and you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of it. So instead, you leaned forward, kissing along his collarbone. Aka his hot spot that always, always did the job in getting you what you want.

And it did. As you sucked a mark into the spot just above his collarbone he stood, his arms tightly around you before he gently placed you on the bed, standing back up to pull the rest of his clothes off. In seconds he was back over you, his hand on your cheek.

“You want me to get you ready or do you think you can handle it?” Matt asked softly, his other palm pressing over your chest sensibly, just lightly running his thumb over your nipple as he spoke. You couldn’t wait any longer than you already were so, even though you weren’t sure you could, you nodded.

“I can handle it,” You put a hand on the side of his neck, holding onto him as he nodded, slotting himself between your legs.

Even when you’d done this million times, the warmth of Matt’s skin always made you twist and turn, the anticipation of feeling him grew like a hot air balloon in your stomach. “Okay, tell me to stop if it hurts too much.” Even in his lust filled mindset his first thought was always you.

No matter what, Matt did what he could to make sure you were having as good of a time as he was. So his eyes trained on your face as he pushed in, soothingly running his thumb across your cheek as your face screwed up.

Matt wasn’t big by most means but he was big enough to stretch you out, sending a burning sensation through your thighs every time he entered you. The pain never lasted long, usually subsiding within the first few seconds. But that was also after he’d already fingered you.

This was probably the first time he went in without the foreplay and honestly, you might have regretted it a smidge but the second the pain subsided the doubt went out the window and a moan left your lips.

“You alright?” He asked softly, yet to move his hips.

“Mhm,” As soon as you nodded Matt pulled back, slowly rolling his hips back into you. Your eyes were still squeezed shut but as your body loosened, he continued to move. With Matt it was always, well, at least usually, sensual. He liked taking his time.

Liked moving that one way that had your toes curling as you tightened your legs around him. And this was no different. Strategically he thrust into you. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling them as close as he could get as he leaned down to kiss you.

His lips always felt amazing, even more so when he was deep in you and hitting every spot perfectly. It was like his kisses could coax an orgasm out of you the same way his tongue around your clit could.

Something about Matthew Casey was just so perfect that he molded perfectly to you every time, every night. Your hands grasping his face tightly pushed his movements to grow faster, losing himself in the heat of your body, wet skin slapping together roughly as each moan went right to where you two were connected.

“God I love you,” He muttered roughly into your ear before biting at your lobe, his eyes fluttering shut. Matt was trying his hardest not to cum yet, making sure you were first was also something he always did. Very gentlemanly, of course.

Your head went back as he spoke, your eyes darting across his blissed out face. “I love you,” All of your emotions managed to come out when you were together, and this was no different. The serotonin or dopamine or whatever it was that spilled into your brain was always met with Matt’s touch and love.

Matt’s hand slid between your legs, slowly rubbing at your clit the opposite of his thrusts, relishing in the way his name slid off your tongue at the newly added sensation. “I love you so much. My girl,” He spoke, knowing his loving words and tone always made your stomach pull into knots. “Gonna be with me forever, hm? Always with me. Gonna get married,” His fingers sped up slightly as you gazed up at him, eyes locking.

“Gonna have my babies. Have a family. Always going to be mine, huh princess?” His last couple of thrusts sent you overboard, eyes failing to stay on his as they squeezed shut, backing lifting off the bed as you saw stars.

Matt took the opportunity to wrap his other arm around you, fingers slowing until they stopped, allowing himself to focus on working you through your own high and finally releasing inside of you. His chest rose and fell quickly, gently pulling himself out and off of you as your hand trailed up his arm and to his face.

“You better make good on those promises.” You muttered, stroking a thumb across his face. Matt tilted his head slightly, mind clouded by his orgasm, all he could think about was you.

Softly he hummed and you smiled softly, keeping your eyes on him. “Marrying me.” He leaned down, catching your lips in his once more, slowly moving against them.

"I plan to."

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[sylkiddsey]

Proving A Point

Sylvie fixes Matt a drink and joins him in the living room. Julia’s been going through a sleep regression, and they have both realized they aren’t falling asleep anytime soon. Instead of struggling to get her to sleep, they’ve decided to let her stay up.

It’s easier and this way, they can spend extra time together. The boys are both staying with friends, so they like to take advantage of the quiet.

“She’s out,” Matt whispers.

The problem is, she fell asleep in her swing chair. They both know if they move her, she’ll wake up screaming.

“At least she’s finally sleeping,” Sylvie replies, sitting on the couch. “We’ll just keep her there for now.”

Matt climbs off the floor and joins her. He grabs her legs and swings them into his lap, massaging her calf. “I think that’s wise.”

Sylvie cuddles into him, resting her head on his shoulder. “I miss this.”

“Staying up till three in the morning?”

She chuckles. “No. Not that. You and me. You know, just us together without any distractions.”

Matt kisses her. “Me too. Now that we have all this down time, I’ve been meaning to ask how the new candidate has been?”

Sylvie grabs his hand, intertwining their fingers. “He’s great. He seems really nice and he’s also freakishly strong.”

“What do you mean freakishly strong?” Matt asks.

“The guy is very muscular, Matt. He’s jacked. He practically lifted a car on his own,” Sylvie explains.

It was super impressive. The new guy, Denny, isn’t even in his thirties yet and he’s already ripped. She didn’t know a human could be that strong.

Matt scrunches his face. “You sound so surprised a firefighter could be so muscular.”

“Trust me, you’d see where I’m coming from if you met him. He bench pressed my partner at the station like it was nothing. He did like fifty reps, Matt.”

Denny offered to lift her, but she politely declined. It felt too awkward when she barely knows the guy.

Matt squeezes her thigh, grazing his fingers against the skin exposed from her night shorts riding up. “Should I be worried you’re so impressed with this guy?”

Sylvie nudges him. “Oh come on, baby. You know it wasn’t like that. I just didn’t know a human could do that so easily. That’s all.”

“Okay, I’m starting to take offense here,” he chuckles. “May I remind you that your husband happens to be a pretty capable firefighter?”

He’s such a dork. She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him until she needs air.

She brushes her nose against his. “You definitely don’t. I know just how capable you are. Denny’s just younger. He probably has more stamina.”

Matt scoffs against her lips. “Hang on. First, you're talking about how jacked this guy is and now I’m old? Yes, I’m probably quite a few years older but I’m not ancient.”

Sylvie can’t help but laugh at the genuine offense on his face. She didn’t mean it like that.

“I never said you were,” she says. “Matt, I’m just saying that Denny is in his twenties. He has youth on his side but you’re not old. Not old at all.”

“You honestly believe I can’t do what he did, can you?” He asks.

Sylvie doesn’t say anything. Matt’s very strong. She knows that but he’s also a bit older than the candidate. It doesn’t make him inferior, just a little bit at a disadvantage.

Matt moves her legs off his lap.

“Hey, where are you going?” Sylvie asks, slightly panicked. She thought they were just playing around but maybe he’s genuinely upset? “Matt, please.”

He stands and holds out his hand. “I’m proving to my wife that I’m not a washed-up firefighter.”

“I never ever said you were.”

He flexes his fingers. “Stand up, babe.”

She grabs his hand and lets him haul her to her feet. “Matt, you don’t have to do this. I think you are incredible. This is silly.”

“I need to get that other firefighter out of that ridiculously beautiful head of yours.”

“He is not in my head. Trust me, you are the only man on my mind. There’s no reason to get jealous.”

He gives her a look and then sits down on the rug. “This isn’t about jealousy, Sylvie.”

It sure looks like it. She has no clue what he is trying to prove from the floor.

Matt grabs her hand and tugs her down with him. She gasps in surprise when she lands on his chest.

“What on earth are you doing?” Sylvie laughs, trying to keep her voice down. “Is this what sleep deprivation does to you?”

“I’m proving a point,” Matt grins. “Lay flat.”

“I’d rather lay like this,” Sylvie charms, hovering her lips over his. “We could make out like teens on the living room floor.”

“Yes, to that but we’re doing my thing first. I’m benching you. Stay still.”

Before she can process, Matt has one hand under her breasts and the other on her thigh. He pushes her into the air which leaves her giggling. She goes up and then back down against his chest.

“You are crazy,” she laughs. “And your grip on my thigh tickles.”

“Still thinking about the candidate?” Matt teases, pushing her above his head.

“I was never thinking about him, but I am impressed.”

“I might push around a lot of paperwork these days, but I still have a few moves.”

Yeah, she’d agree. Although she never once thought he was losing his skill.

“Will you put me down?” She chuckles.

“Not until I out do that amateur.”

“Baby, I can’t make out with you and prove to you how impressed I am from the air. Put me down so I can kiss my hot firefighter husband.”

He lowers her onto his chest, wrapping his arms around her. “That’s more like it.”

“You know I love you.”

He nods. “Yes, I do. It just doesn’t hurt to remind you that I’m not that old.”

Sylvie kisses him, moving her lips to his neck. “I have never thought that. You look as good as you did the day I met you.”

“Okay, now you’re definitely sweet talking me.”

“Okay fine. That’s not true.” She skims her fingers through his hair. “You actually look better. I’ve always been a huge fan of distinguished Captain Matt Casey.”

He smirks. “Is that so?”

“Yep.”

He runs his hand down her back, resting it on her ass. “I happen to really love PIC/hot mom Sylvie, so I guess we are on the same page.”

He knows how she feels about his hand placement. He’s starting something they probably won’t finish.

“How long do you think we can make out before our sweet daughter ruins the fun?” Sylvie asks.

“Probably five minutes if we are lucky.”

She pulls him closer, mumbling against his mouth. “Oh well. I’ll take it.”

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[strwbrrykss]

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Happy Spooky Month! Below the cut are the 31 prompts I’ll be using for my very first Kinktober! Thank you to everyone that has requested a character for these prompts to fill out the list, I hope you all enjoy this smutty buffet!!

All works are 1000-2000 words, with little to no plot - just straight up smut [by default these pieces will be f!reader but if there’s any that you want to see as afab! or gn!reader, let me know!]

all kinks + pairings were chosen by me; based entirely off what I felt comfortable writing. If anything from the below list makes you uncomfortable, I strongly advise you not to read it

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Dry Humping - Eddie Munson

Sometimes you’re both just too tired to get completely down and dirty, but Eddie has a new approach to an old problem

Hide N Seek - Dean Winchester

It started as a stupid game, something to keep you entertained whilst exploring an abandoned mall with Dean. And transpired into much more.

Begging - Benedict Bridgerton

You both knew it was frowned upon to leave a party early, but sometimes, you just want to hear your husband beg for your attention behind closed doors.

Masturbation - JJ Maybank

After a day spent out on the water in your new swimwear, JJ just can’t help himself and takes matters into his own hands... Literally.

Daddy Kink - Kevin Atwater

It came about by pure chance in conversation, what he wanted you to call him, and now you say it almost as much as his real name.

Overstimulation - Bucky Barnes

There is nothing Bucky loves more than to push you over and over to the edge of release... Except for watching you fall apart when he finally lets you finish.

Praise Kink - Anthony Bridgerton

Despite thinking you knew Anthony better than most, there’s still one more thing you’re yet to learn about him and it’s... Surprising results.

Dacryphilia - Robert “BOB” Floyd

Sweet as he may be, Bob loves nothing more than to see your makeup streaked down your face and he has plenty of methods to make it happen.

Mirror Sex - Eddie Munson

Eddie wants to show you just how pretty you really are, especially when he’s rocking your shit for the fifth time that week.

Cockwarming - Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Sometimes, all he needs is to be as physically close to you as possible, and you’re all too willing to help him out.

Facesitting - Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

There’s very little you haven’t tried with Bradley, even with your status currently undefined, there’s one thing he can’t stop thinking about.

Lingerie - Matt Casey

At the end of a stressful week for you both, you decide to surprise Matt with some new additions to your wardrobe.

Breeding - Nomad!Steve Rogers

You thought you’d seen the last of him after the fiasco with the Accords. Steve has other plans now that he’s no longer America’s Golden Boy

Threesome - Pornstar!Jay Halstead + Pornstar!Adam Ruzek

After you revealed that you’d always been interested - or at the very least curious - to try a threesome, Jay brings home the perfect solution; a costar.

Food Play - Derek Morgan

Trying to cook a nice meal for yours and Derek’s anniversary doesn’t exactly go as planned... And leaves more of a mess than either of you want to admit.

Car Sex - Adam Ruzek

Adam always looked forward to seeing you on his lunch break, but when you proposition him, he isn’t going to refuse.

Toys - Pornstar!Jay Halstead

Jay confesses he wants to try something new - something that he might be able to add to his - not exhaustive - resume, you’re all too happy to oblige.

Uniform Kink - Jake “Hangman” Seresin

There’s just something about seeing a man in uniform that makes your blood run hot. Jake is no exception to that rule, despite your rocky relationship.

Morning Sex - JJ Maybank

In the Summer following graduation, you and JJ spend your time one of three ways; surfing, smoking and fucking.

Phone Sex - Steve Harrington

A town-wide curfew puts a damper on your date plans with Steve, so you find other ways to spend some quality time together.

Unprotected Sex - Will Halstead

After a lengthy discussion over the course of several weeks, you and Will decide that it’s time to ditch the condoms.

Clothed Sex - Dean Winchester

The last thing you expected whilst Sam was out on a solo hunt was for tensions to break between you and Dean after all the pining, teasing and flirting.

Sensation Play - Connor Rhodes

Candles and ice cubes seemed like mundane things in your relationship with Connor, until he has an interesting suggestion one night.

Quickies - Lip Gallagher

A surprise visit from your boyfriend at work, prompts you to take your lunch break a little sooner.

Pegging - Connor Rhodes

When your “present” for Connor arrives earlier than expected, he’s more than eager to put it to use as soon as possible.

Thigh Riding - Sierra Six

You’re feeling particularly needy and Six knows exactly how you can get your fix and it’s no longer just a quiet night in.

Anywhere But The Bed - S1!Sam Winchester

A long weekend with Sam on a hunt turns out to be just the push you needed for the levee to break and hormones to run rampant.

Semi-Public Sex - Billy Hargrove

Billy just can’t wait to get his hands on you, regardless of the fact that you’re in no suitable place to meet his demands, he’s quick to find a way around it.

Hair Pulling - Dean Winchester

Who knew that just a playful tug on Dean’s hair could change the mood so drastically? You certainly didn’t and you wish you’d done it sooner.

Accidental Stimulation - Roommate!Luke Hemmings

Movie night was a Friday ritual for you and Luke, until one too many chance touches alters the dynamic between the two of you.

Pool Sex - John B Routledge

A sure-fire way to get petty, self-indulgent revenge on your Kook ex-boyfriend? Fuck John B in his pool when he’s not around.

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[alittlextrathatway]

Line: "There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have." Location: hotel room

Part 2 of my HGTV AU

You can find part 1 here.

***

Their season premiere is set for next Monday and they've had this round of daytime talk show interviews scheduled for months. Matt knew he'd be sharing a hotel room with Sylvie and had plenty of time to prepare. It would go the way it always did. He would insist she take the bed, despite all of her determination not to, and then find himself somewhere else to sleep.

Luckily, this time they were in New York for a full week and the network had sprung for a suite with a pull out couch. In the early days of their show, he'd had to pile up extra pillows in a bathtub more than a few times. A pull out couch wasn't great but it was better than a porcelain tub.

He had emotionally prepped himself for being allowed to be physically close to her during the day while being apart from her at night. In the interest of maintaining his standing as a courteous and considerate person, that distance was important. Sylvie's comfort always came first.

But what he hadn't prepared himself for was watching the cohost of 'Great Morning USA' blatantly flirt with Sylvie during the commercial breaks of the live broadcast. The man, Greg Grainger, flirted like he knew the truth of their relationship -- like it was obvious she and Matt weren't really a couple. He knows that can't be. The network would've been on their asses if that were so. No, it must be that Greg is a moron and an asshole.

Matt hates him before the first interview question is even asked. On camera, he manages to be perfectly pleasant, but once the cameras are off all of his carefully crafted filters fail him. It's true. Matt can't have Sylvie, but as long as they're pretending to be engaged Grainger can't either. Not only that, but he's not really with Sylvie. He has no reason to be jealous. And yet...

He's snappish and curt and generally hostile toward the Greg Grainger all morning. To his shame, Sylvie witnesses all of it while pointing more than a few scolding glares his way. It doesn't stop him from treating Grainger like the gum he stepped on the sidewalk outside the airport yesterday. It should. What Sylvie thinks of Matt means everything to him -- has from almost the moment they met -- but today he has no energy to adjust his behavior. It is what it is.

She huffs from her side of the hotel elevator. There's a gulf of space between them since she's pushed herself into the furthest corner, arms folded over her chest with a cross look on her face. The silence that's grown between them is oppressive. He doesn't know what to say to explain himself and even if he did...it doesn't seem like Sylvie wants to hear it.

When the doors open she stomps ahead of him, busying herself with pulling their hotel room keycard out of her purse. He should say something. At least try to apologize. Even though he's not entirely positive he's sorry. For all Grainger knew, he was flirted with an unavailable woman.

But that's beside the point at the moment.

"Sylvie, I--"

"Nope, save it for inside. We do not need anyone else overhearing the fight that's about to happen."

Fight? Ah, shit. He's really stepped in it this time. He presses his lips together and nods, head bobbing as the door finally opens. She holds the door open and motions him ahead of her. Once they're both inside she closes the door and turns the lock. He gulps anxiously.

Looks like they're in for a cage match.

Fan-freaking-tastic.

"What the hell was that?" She asks, throwing her purse down on the couch. "You were antagonistic with Greg the entire morning."

"Oh, it's Greg, is it? You guys are best buddies now?" He regrets the words the second they leave his lips. Why can't he keep his mouth shut today?

"I see. This is about him flirting with me?"

Matt glances away from her, shamefully staring at his shoes.

"Did you notice how I didn't flirt back?"

Yes, he did. He wondered about that. She could have -- off camera anyway. "Didn't stop him from trying."

She rolls her eyes at him and heaves a weary breath. "You know, lots of women flirt with you every damn day and I never act like this. I don't turn childish and petty. Ever."

Yeah, well, the difference between them as far as that goes should be obvious. He's in love with her. She isn't in love with him. All because her ex-fiance is a cheating asshole who let her former best friend steal all of Sylvie's clients. These days, she's too spooked to mix business and pleasure. At first, he agreed with her. Gabby left him with a mess to clean up and if Sylvie hadn't come along he's not sure he would've made it through. But over the years, he began to wish he never agreed with her on the "Business vs. Pleasure" pact. It completely backfired. He's head over heels in love with a woman and he can't do a damn thing about it.

"I don't think we can compare the two," he mutters, grabbing a beer out of the minibar. If they're gonna have one of their once a year fights then he's gonna need a drink.

"Oh no? And why's that?" she asks, taking the unopened beer bottle out of his hands. Finding the bottle opener, she pops the top and then takes a big swig before handing it back to him. "Because 'boys will be boys'? Because men have made dick-measuring contests socially acceptable displays of aggression?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Matt asks, face pinching in disgust and confusion. "When have I ever used the justification of 'boys will be boys'? You know that's not me."

"That seemed to be you today."

"No, it wasn't."

"Then what was it? Because it sure seemed like you were pissed off at the appearance of him trying to take something that everyone thinks is yours. Your manly pride couldn't take the blow. Nevermind that our romantic relationship has always been for show."

"Oh for fucks sake," Matt exclaims with a bitter chuckle. "My attitude toward Greg had nothing to do with my manly pride and everything to do with you."

"Me?" She asks, brow furrowing and voice raising in outrage. "What did I do?"

"Nothing! You did nothing except sit there and be the gorgeous, charming and effortlessly generous woman I've been in love with for over two damn years! It was all me, okay? All me and my stupid insecurities because I know you don't love me and you would probably be happier if we'd never decided to play along with this stupid fake engagement. But we did and now I'm sitting next to you ruining everything for you and I've put off trying to fix it because I'm a selfish asshole who didn't want you to leave."

He's panting by the time his outburst is over. There wasn't a whole lot of breathing happening during his rant and he's feeling it now. Also...what the ever loving fuck did he just do? It almost feels like he lost consciousness while he was yelling. He remembers it but none of it is clear. There's a panicked haze covering his awareness.

Shit! Shit, shit, shit. Shit!

Did he just blow up his entire lift before taking even one sip of his beer? Yep, seems likely.

"You...you love me?" Sylvie asks, eyes wider than he's ever seen them.

He could take it back. It wouldn't look great, but he could do it. There's a moment where he debates whether or not he should, but while it might save him a small amount of face it would be a lie. He's never lied to Sylvie and he doesn't want to start now. "I realize my timing is screwed up and you'd rather not mix our personal and professional lives. I'm not expecting you to--"

She cuts off his attempt at letting her off the hook. "Matt, stop. Just answer me."

He swallows thickly and nods, meeting her big curious eyes. "Yeah--yes. I do. I love you. I have for a long time."

Sylvie's eyes water and her hands cover her mouth. Just when he thinks he's destroyed everything they've built over the last three years, she laughs. No, not laughs -- giggles. It's a wild, disbelieving, high pitched giggle. The last time he heard it, she was drunk off her ass. She's a lightweight sure, but one sip of beer isn't going to get her drunk. That can't be what caused it this time.

When her hands fall from her face, she's beaming at him so hard and wide that her eyes look like little half moons. It's honestly fitting considering she's glowing as if she's the only star in the middle of a long and dark night. Jesus, he loves her so much she makes his chest ache for no real reason at all.

"I love you too."

He goes still, unable to process the words that left her lips. "What?"

"I love you too," she repeats, taking the beer bottle out of his hand a second time. This time setting it down on a coaster. "I have for a long time."

It's the mimicking of his own words that finally does it. Everything clicks into place. He breeches the small space between them and yanks her forward by the pockets on her well pressed black blazer. She laughs and lets herself fall into him, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. "You love me," he states, needing her to confirm it one last time.

She nods. "And you love me."

"I do. I truly do."

"Good," she states, releasing a slow, relieved breath. "You should probably kiss me now."

"Oh, so the cage match is over?" He asks, teasingly.

She grins wickedly, leaning forward until her nose bumps against his. "Yep, and I won."

"I'd argue the point," he begins. "But I'd really like to stay out of the doghouse."

"Matt, shut up and kiss me."

"Yes, ma'am. Copy that."

When his lips find hers, every muscle in his body relaxes. The holes in his heart, leftover from years of neglect, fill in and start to heal as her lips part for him. This kiss is better than any he's had before. Sylvie's giving it everything she's got, grasping the hair on the nape of his neck and pushing herself flush against him. Tongues tangle and taste, hands wander, blazers and jackets are dropped to the floor. He guides her down to the couch, pressing her back into the cushions while he stretches over her.

They still have a lot to figure out -- like how are they going to proceed with the network, what do their feelings mean for their professional relationship, and does he still have to sleep on the pull out?

But all of that can wait for a while. Right now, he wants to enjoy this moment with her and revel in the possibilities. They love each other, and that's all that matters. They'll figure out the rest later -- the way they always have.

Together.

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

[starset21]

Blazes and Bonds Masterlist:

As the firefighters, rescue squad, and paramedics of Chicago Firehouse 51 forge headfirst into danger, the choices they make can mean the difference between life and death. But from the relentless pressure of saving lives, an extended family is forged.

Based around my original character Dani and her relationships within this universe. You don't have to read them in order and there will be time skips between each one. I've been super into the Chicago universe, specifically Fire and Med so here this is haha.

Individual warnings will be put with each chapter.

New House, New Start 

A Heavy Weight 

A Dark Day 

Always 

Collision Course 

The Apocalypse 

The Return

Going to War 

When to Let Go 

Looking for even more content? Check out;

The Out Takes (Events that I started to write but decided to go in other directions)

#starset writes #one chicago #kelly severide #matt casey #chicago fire #kelly severide x oc #kelly severide fic #dani halstead #jay halstead #will halstead #halstead sister

[afriendlyneighborhoodhufflepuff]

Valentines Day

Ship: Brettsey

Word count: 394

Authors note: not proofread and only slightly based on canon cause I said so. Enjoy!!

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Matt watched as Julia laid on her back, playing with the mobile toy above her, smiling as little noises came from her. He got down on the floor of the living room and laid next to her, gently grabbing onto her kicking feet.

“Hey baby girl. Having fun?” He asks, as she squeals in response to hearing her dads voice. They stay like that for a while until Matt hears the front door open, and sees Sylvie’s boots. “Hello my valentines!” Sylvie exclaims, as she takes off her shoes and leans to pick up Julia. Matt makes his way back to standing, with a slight groan as his knees popped (getting older wasn’t supposed to feel like this right?), and he meets Sylvie with a kiss.

“How’d the ride along go with Griff?” “Great actually. He stayed calm and collected until we got back to the station and then he had his freak out. Thankfully it only happened once and let’s just say Hermann and Boden went into dad mode.” Sylvie says with a small laugh as they head into the kitchen.

“Griffin doesn’t freak out over things unless it’s bad. Like enough to make me squeamish. What happened?” “An elderly person at one of those old people apartments fell and hit their head pretty hard. Lots of blood. And a broken arm. I think it was the shock of what he saw and how he handled it in the situation that made him freak out.” “Ok well that makes sense. Especially if it was his first time. I won’t tease him about it.” Matt replies, as Sylvie gives him a knowing look.

Sylvie puts Julia in her high chair, as Matt sets the table. “I know it’s Valentines and all but we both know it’s just another day for us, so I didn’t do anything fancy, unless you want to call a heart shaped pizza fancy.” “I love it.” She replies as she grabs the jar of baby food and a spoon, and begins feeding Julia. After the three eat, and Julia is bathed and down for the night, Matt and Sylvie curl up next to each other on the couch, House Hunters playing in the background.

“Happy Valentines Day babe.” Sylvie says, kissing his cheek. “Happy Valentines love.” Matt says, pressing a kiss to her lips. It was the happiest line yet.

#brettsey #matt casey #sylvie brett #chicago fire #friendly neighborhood hufflepuff speaks #friendly neighborhood hufflepuff writes

[cobrakaisb]

matt deserves more hype🙌🏼🙌🏼

i’m thinking something where the boys don’t believe yn is dating matt bc he never a posts on insta, but one day he makes a sweet post dedicated to her and tags her and all the younger boys are like 😦

i like the way you think

“um y/n?” gavin asks, walking into your room at the senior house. “thanks for knocking,” you reply, turning away from your desk to look at him. “sorry,” he answers sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck. at this point you notice that there are a handful of freshman boys standing in your room or doorway.

“can i help you guys?” you ask, eyebrows raised. “we were just wondering why matt boldy posted a photo dump of you?” rutger asks. “he did?” you say, a soft blush creeping up on your face. “um…yeah. did you not know?” seamus says. “no! matt never posts either, he’s more reserved out of the two of us. we balance each other out in that sense i guess,” you mumble, scrolling through instagram.

“so you’re actually dating him?” luca asks, a certain sadness in his voice. “yeah. did you think i was lying?” you answer, a soft smile on your face as you scroll through the photos. suddenly, your phone vibrates with a call from matt. you answer it immediately. the boys hesitate for a moment, listening to your cheerful voice and giggles. finally, they decide to leave, all of them feeling shocked and a little dejected.

#matt boldy #matt boldy x reader #matt boldy blurb #luca fantilli #seamus casey #gavin brindley #matt boldy au #cobrakaisb writing

[herosofmarvelanddc]

I just spent the last 8 hours writing 7k words of a Brettsey fic instead of studying or working on my project. So I really hope there is someone out there who is interested in a future Casey family fic with Amelia joining the family of 5

#brettsey #chicago fire #sylvie brett #matt casey #i needed more fam fics and and more amelia so i wrote my own #i dont know where the story ends but i know i still have a lot more to write before it could be at a nice stop point #so i really hope someone will want to read it and this isnt just for me #my writing

[sevcasejay1chicago]

Trying really hard to not think negatively.

I’ve been on a spiral recently and it’s starting to get bad again. Suddenly thinking of SH when I haven’t done that in a while.

The holidays suck man.

Please flood me with prompts (maybe mostly sick fics cause that’s my jam) to distract myself.

Love yall.

#seasonal depression #sh things #Sh thoughts #kinda hate life right now #love writing tho #just to escape reality #one chicago #one chicago x reader #matt casey #kelly severide #jay halstead #matt casey x reader #jay halstead x reader #kelly severide x reader

[kiddbegins]

He Was Checking you out - Matt Casey

requested: yes

word count: 1,085

warning: jealous!matt, ft some creepy bitch

a/n: tbh i forget it was checking you out and not flirting but i did what i had to do regardless lmaooo

masterlist

Matt Casey was easily the love of your life. Without a doubt. You’d known that since the day you met. You wanted to be with him and you knew he did too. So you asked him out, got drinks, then dinner and now you sat with him at Molly’s weekly for a drink.

And things were nice, “He nearly burnt his ass off, genuinely. That door was not going to hold much longer.” One of his coworker, Kelly, was going on about a house fire that they were called to that day and you felt a weight grow in your stomach.

You were aware he was a firefighter, putting himself directly in the line of danger was something he would do daily. But you still got antsy when it was brought up sometimes. Especially when Kelly whipped out the picture of the back of his jacket that nearly had an entire hole burnt through it. 

“Jesus, I’m gonna grab another drink, do you want one?” You questioned the man next to you, standing as he shook his head. 

“Nah, I’m alright.” Matt’s hand lingered on you until it physically couldn’t anymore, your body too far from his to reach. And you went up to the bar, asking for a shot or two from the curly haired bartender and downing them right there.

Normally you wouldn’t have been so abrasive with them, but it just needed to take the anxious edge off. Nothing more. “You alright there y/l/n?” Stella questioned, picking up a glass to polish it. 

The night had been pretty slow so there wasn’t much for her to do when she wasn’t actively pouring liquor into cups for customers. “Yeah, I just kind of got skeeved out over what they were talking about but, yeah, I’m okay.” You forced a small smile on your face. “Can I get a beer?” Just as you asked, the other man behind the bar came over, already having a bottle in his hand.

“From that guy over there.” Otis’ nose scrunched up, not having had it in him to tell the guy there was no use, instead just offering the drink up and turning back. Your eyes locked with the guy on the opposite end of the bar, that apparently being a sign for him to get up and move closer to you.

Stella gave you a look that silently said she’d have an eye on you as she stepped away, being beckoned over by Mouch for another drink. “Hey,” The stranger nodded his head at you, a tilt to his head as he leaned against the counter.

“Hi.” Short and sweet, attempting to cut the interaction short. “Thanks for the drink,” You added on, be nice and maybe he wouldn’t end up being some psychopath that followed you home.

“Yeah, no problem. I’m James.” He was very adamant on talking to you, not noticing the way you very fully were keeping yourself back from him, any conversation he tried to hold was met with short or dry answers. Not to mention the way his eyes dragged over you.

It made your skin crawl and you were trying to find a decent way to drop this interaction. The only thing that actually got you out of it, was Matt finally deciding he’d had enough of this guy eyeing you up and down and coming over, protectively putting his arm around your waist. “Hey baby,” He made a show of planting a nice and wet kiss to your lips.

Easily, your arm went around him, thankful that he decided to come over, a smile finally spreading onto your face, “Hi.” Your voice was small as the man you didn’t even want near you slinked away, obviously embarrassed.

As soon as he was away, Matt dropped his arm from your side, “We’re going home.” He muttered, pulling you out of the building with his jaw clenched. There was a look you had never, and genuinely you meant, ever seen on his face.

The ride was nearly silent, Matt’s hands simply holding onto the steering wheel, not in yours. Not on your thigh like he would usually on the way home from Molly’s. You would have said something but honestly, what do you even say when you don’t know why he was being like that?

Back at his apartment, you stopped as soon as you shut the door, “Alright, what the hell is your problem? Why are you so mad?” You finally spoke up, crossing your arms. The man had tried to simply go to the room, once again not stopping to say or even look at you.

He turned, raising his eyebrows, “He was clearly checking you out and you didn’t do anything,” His voice came out louder than he meant to, taking in a deep breath. “that’s why I’m mad.”

You pulled your eyebrows together, shaking your head, “I didn’t do anything because I knew I was going to go back over to you anyway, Matt. I’m female in my thirties, I’m used to men unwantedly staring at me.” 

That was just how it was for women and sure, you didn’t expect him to fully get that but being blamed for it was not something you were okay with. Even if you were in love with him. “I get that this is, still kind of new, or whatever you want to say about it, but if you’re going to get this worked up anytime a guy looks in my direction,” You cut yourself off, looking at him.

He knew what you were implying, and that alone had him walking over and grabbing onto your hands tightly. “I only did, because he was very clearly undressing you with his eyes, but if you don’t want me to, I won’t. As long as you come home with me at the end of the night, that’s all I care about.”

“And I will. I swear that I will. Always.”

“Okay, alright. I’m sorry.” He moved a hand to the side of your face to lean into a more gentle kiss than earlier, holding yours in his other one still. You interlocked your fingers together before looking up at him.

Slightly you shook your head, “Don’t be. You jealous was a bit hot.” You muttered, gazing up at him while biting at the inside of your cheek.

His eyebrow twitched up, looking back down at you, “Oh yeah?”

“Mhm. Just a bit though.”

“I’ll have to try better next time then.”

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[fangirlexpress]

Accepting fan fic prompts #OneChicago

I want to get back to writing regularly and I desperately need some inspiration. I am hoping you lovely people on here can help me! I am looking to create some one-shots and drabbles so please send me your prompts and requests for any of the following One Chicago pairings:

April/Ethan

Ava/Connor

Blake/Gianna

Crockett/Natalie

Sylvie/Brett

Violet/Sam

I would very much prefer *not* to write smut but might be willing to attempt it if need be. We'll see lol Request away!

#mancel #one chicago #natalie manning #crockett marcel #blake gallo #gianna mackey #chicago med #chicago fire #sylvie brett #matt casey #violet mikami #sam carver #brettsey #fanfic #writing prompt #accepting prompts #fanfiction #rhekker #chexton

[sylkiddsey]

Here’s a little snippet of an AU that has been rotting in my drafts forever and maybe posting a part of it will spark some inspiration again :)

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Prove It

Sylvie Brett moves to Chicago the second her divorce goes through. It’s inevitable she and Harrison split. He never understood her to begin with.

She wanted to work. He forced her home to cook and clean. She wanted a social life. He practically chained her to the front porch. She loved helping people. He loved destroying her spirit.

They lasted a year until she couldn’t take it anymore. She no longer cared if she disappointed her family. She didn’t care whether the town would gossip or how her life would be hell if she left him.

She serves the papers, signs them and leaves Indiana for Chicago. It’s the city of dreams after all and she’s sick of living a nightmare.

She obtains her paramedic license and starts floating around at the stations. It’s not a permanent position, but at least it’s something. She’s still able to do the job she loves even if it’s for one shift at a time.

After a month bouncing around firehouses, she impresses the Chief at house three. It’s small, consisting of one fire truck and one Ambo, and overpopulated by men, but she’s just happy to land somewhere.

Her partner, Chris Rosales is older than her and quite the showboat. He has a reputation for treating women like shit and it’s spot on. He’s either objectifying her or ridiculing her work. There is no in between, but she’s no stranger to interacting with jerks. Harrison gave her enough practice to last a life time.

He invites her to an event for The Gaffeny Medical Center. She’s worried it’s a prank, but then he produces the pamphlet out of his pocket. It’s a legit invite so she goes.

She squeezes into her favorite black dress, straightens her hair and applies a a pink shade of lipstick that’s strawberry flavored on her lips. Rosales of course whistles when she arrives and the rest of house 3 all make comments about how they’d pay money for her to give them mouth to mouth.

Safe to say, she needs a drink. She orders a martini, chewing on the olive while her parade of pigs engage in a conversation about sex and scoring.

“I bet Brett’s never made a move on anyone,” one of the engine crew says. He scratches his mustache and winks. “We all know you’re not bold.”

They don’t know anything about her. Hell, no one has ever asked her a single question in the last month and a half that didn’t have to do with her body. She feels like an object that all the guys chose so they could stare.

She wishes she had another woman at the small house besides Lucinda (who doesn’t like her either since Sylvie’s younger and the new eye candy).

She scoffs. “You’re wrong once again, Kipper.”

Rosales claps a hand on her back, stinging the skin and causing her to spill her drink. “Bullshit. We all know you’re a prude.”

A prude? She’s not that! Well, she’s not super flirty or anything, but she’s not timid either.

“What? You all think I’m a wimp?” She asks the table.

“Pretty much,” another man says. What’s worse, is he’s the most bearable one of the group. Sure, Max is just as sexist, but he never leers at her in the locker room like everyone else.

“You’re vanilla,” Chris shrugs, as if that’s the simplest fact in the world.

She took all those assumptions without a word in Indiana, but she’s not doing that again. She’s a new woman after moving to Chicago and frankly, she’s sick of their bullshit.

She tips the rest of the martini in her mouth. “Oh, you guys are so wrong about me. I’m not bland or a wimp.”

“Prove it,” Kipper challenges.

She sure will. She’s tired of being underestimated. That ends tonight. “I will. What do you want me to do? Climb up on the table and shimmy my hips?” She’s hoping that isn’t their plan, but she’s so fired up that’s she’s willing to do it.

“Hell, yeah,” Max grins.

Rosales nudges him. “Um, no. That’s too easy.” He looks around the room at the assortment of medical professionals dressed to the nines. She sees his wheels turning. “Ask one of these guys out. Better yet, make out with one of them.”

Of course the bet would be so sleazy. She shouldn’t have expected more from Rosales. “You’re not serious. I don’t know anyone and I’m not gonna jump them without consent.”

Her ambo partner purses his lips. “Vanilla.”

Nope. This is not happening. Screw the rules and common decency. She’s not about to let Rosales go home smug and gloating. She’ll grow a pair and kiss someone here. Most of them are probably doctors or rich donors anyway. She’ll never see them again.

Oh god, this is entirely crazy, but she’s not looking like wimp. She sets her glass down. “Fine. Prepare to eat your words.”

She leaves, shivering a little because their eyes are no doubt glued to her ass. Whatever happens next, they’ll see.

It’s just a random stranger. It’s fine. Most men here by themselves have to be single. She passes a few couples, searching the crowd for the simplest target.

She brushes past a man about twice her age because she’s not going to kiss someone so old. That won’t make her look great. She just needs to find a nice looking guy who won’t cuss her out for essentially jumping his bones.

Doubt creeps in as she navigates the crowd. Maybe she could cause some sort of scene to make them forget about this stupid bet? If she collapses, surely they won’t force her to kiss someone.

She’s planning the most believable way to fall to the floor when she spots a man leaning against the wall, separate from any crowd or beautiful girl.

He looks somewhat familiar, but she’s probably reaching. Maybe he’s a doctor? She could’ve seen him at the hospital.

He’s in a navy suit, sleeves rolled up with a glass of whiskey in his hand. Truthfully, he’s a very attractive man. She thinks if she kisses him, her annoying house will commend her for choosing someone out of her league.

He catches her staring, and she thinks it’s now or never. Screw it. Her reputation means more than one embarrassing kiss with a complete stranger. Well, a possible, but incredibly hot stranger.

His eyes track her movements, most likely expecting an introduction or conversation. He raises an eyebrow when she crowds his space.

Just do it, Sylvie. You have a lot riding on this.

She looks behind her shoulder to make sure they don’t miss her victory. There’s no way in hell she’s doing this twice.

She faces the attractive stranger again, who seems very confused by her actions. She doesn’t blame him and she hopes he doesn’t blame her for this.

Sylvie grabs the back of his neck and pulls his face to hers. She kisses him slowly, making sure Rosales can’t accuse her of chickening out with just a peck.

Cute stranger freezes, but quickly complies with her movements. He kisses her back and she takes it a step further, pushing them flush against the wall.

No way those idiots can ever refer to her as Vanilla.

She’s thoroughly enjoying this kiss. Mystery guy tastes amazing, like chocolate and whiskey. He smells great too so she’s in no hurry to end this, but she can’t breathe much longer without air.

She pulls away, gasping. And oh god, what is she supposed to say to him? She ambushed his lips out of nowhere. He probably thinks she’s insane.

She glances behind her shoulder again. Kipper’s jaw is on the floor and Max looks like he’s on the verge of tears. Rosales looks resentful and victory has never tasted so good.

Or maybe it’s the man out of her league that tastes great.

Mission accomplished. She’s satisfied but also incredibly mortified because the poor unsuspecting party guest is staring at her in utter surprise.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, fixing her lipstick with her finger. She doesn’t want to explain to him how she kissed him to prove a point to a table of pervs behind her. “So sorry.”

She detangles herself from his arm, speed walking towards the table as fast as she can so she can grab her purse and leave.

“That too vanilla for you?” She asks the guys, stealing Max’s bourbon and chugging it in one gulp. “See you on shift.”

There’s no way she did that. She winds her way through the crowd and out the lobby doors. Harrison would go into heart failure to learn she kissed some random stranger for the hell of it.

Wow, she feels electric.

#chicago fire #my writing #writing wip #matt casey #sylvie brett #brettsey #season 5 #AU #so much potential #so little motivation

[masschase]

“White? I ain’t never fuckin’ seen her wearin’ white.” He shrugged. "Don’t know what to tell you mate; she was definitely wearing white.”

This is from chapter 22, context below, but my post about how Matt and Casey first met in person (as well as why he didn't recognise her despite the surveillance in 2014) is here.

Unsurprisingly this is a line from Matt to Johnny. It comes about after they time jump to 2006 Stilwater so Matt can get his fleur-de-lis tattoo and Johnny can get his Freckle Bitch's.

Johnny surmises that Matt might have a bit of a thing for the Boss because he gets a little smiley when Johnny mentions she'll be so happy he made it official.

Matt admits his attraction but that he's trying his best to shake it. When he can't seem to think of anything that can change Matt's feelings, Johnny advises they hide and watch the exit of the local brothel. Eventually a tall teenage boy comes out, goes into FB's to get food, and then comes out again, throwing Matt's tray aside angrily to sit at their table.

“Johnny, he’s going to see us.“ he whispered. “Why the fuck are we watching some kid eat Freckle Bitch's?” “Look at the kid properly, Miller.” the other man hissed back. He looked again, hoping the bush was camouflaging them sufficiently or they were going to get fucking arrested here. Skinny, delicate and kind of beaten up, short hair with a long fringe poking out of his hoodie, looking very much like a child despite Johnny’s assurance otherwise. Eating his burger and chips like he hadn’t had a meal in days. He looked up, almost straight at the bush where they were hiding. Shit, should they run for it? Or... Fuck. Those eyes. First time he’d seen those eyes and not found them attractive. Cute enough on a kid, but nothing more. Absolutely drop dead gorgeous on a woman, though. “Oh shit." “There ya go.” “That’s the Boss!” “Yeah.”

Johnny admits that whenever he gets into the "gee, my best friend sure has a nice pair of tits" danger zone, he reminds himself who she is, who she was when he first met her(of course, forgetting this when they reunited is precisely why Johnny slept with Casey), and it puts him off.

They end up returning to their own time after angry-2006-Boss nearly catches them. Johnny asks if it helped and Matt says this line. Johnny suggests he'll just have to control himself and reminds him to "side with the wife" because he's hoping to ask Asha to be his girlfriend. Eventually.

If anything, he and the Boss are flirtier than normal that night because it's been brought to the forefront of his mind and because they're drinking the wine Casey and Asha brought back from their time jump to a suffrage protest as shown here. Over their tea afterwards he makes the catastrophic mistake of looking into her eyes, and then decides Johnny's trick is worth a try.

Kid at Freckle Bitch’s. Kid at Freckle Bitch’s. Way too young kid at Freckle Bitch’s stuffing a burger in her mouth. Not hot. But then... woman on balcony. Woman on balcony. Most beautiful woman in the world on a balcony. Woman with a body like a fucking hourglass on a balcony. A woman he'd slow danced with. A woman who a few years later he hadn’t wanted to stop kissing because it felt so good. A woman he watched TV with and made tea for and joked with and touched more than he probably should and imagined in his bed. A woman whose gang's logo was permanently attached to his hip. A woman who he’d forever see in a long white dress. Side with the wife. Fuck. “I uh... I better go, Matty.” she said swiftly. The tea being decaf, it clearly hadn’t balanced out her tipsiness. She came up behind him and hugged him over his shoulders, kissing him on the cheek and smelling of wool and wine and cinnamon and burnt paper, and then she was gone. He waited until he had finished his tea to leave. Running into her outside their rooms seemed dangerous right now.

They managed not to see each other again that night. But that doesn't mean they managed to avoid making some unsuitable choices. They share a wall after all.

#i've just edited the quote bc i didn't want to mature tag 😅 #why did i write all this at 2am? the plan was to post the pic and go to sleep 🤣 #i seem to be constantly drawn to sr1 and sr4 casey i guess it's like a beginning and end thing #i have more wips that have that sort of theme to them #saints row #saints row boss #matt miller #johnny gat #sr boss: casey clark #saints row 4 #sr fanfic: out of time #stuff i drew

[alittlextrathatway]

Line: "I could show you incredible things." Location: ambo

Hm, let’s try an AU this time.

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Matt’s never seen the back of this ambo before.

He’s been parked on the back bumper of 61 many times. For a forced rest or to let Mills, Shay, or occasionally Dawson tend to him. But he’s never spared 36 more than a passing glance.

Until today when he stepped out of that apartment fire and struggled to breathe. The PIC on 36 had all but blackmailed him into taking a break.

She hands him a water, her blond hair french braided and pulled to one shoulder. “Better?”

“Getting there,” he admits sheepishly. He knows he snapped at her, at first. But his people are still fighting the fire and evacuating residents. They need his help.

She pats his shoulder with a gloved hand and nods. “Good. Wouldn’t want the captain in charge of the most infamous crew in the CFD to pass out. If what I’ve heard is to be believed, without you things would be pretty chaotic on 81.”

“Funny, you’ve heard of me but I don’t know you.”

“That’s intentional,” she says with a quiet chuckle. “Contrary to your ambo, mine doesn’t enjoy butting heads with Hatcher.” She removes her dirty gloves, covered in blood and soot from other victims, and then holds her bare hand out for a shake. “Sylvie Brett, Firehouse 40. Nice to meet you.”

Why did her chuckle cause a tightness in his chest and how is it possible that her eyes are so naturally bright? “Matt Casey,” he replies accepting her hand.

“I know. Everyone does.” The upward quirk of her lips, the small dimple on her cheek, and the teasing in her gaze has him entranced. He can’t look away.

“Right,” he says, blowing out a nervous breath. “Our reputation precedes us, I guess. How have I never seen you around before?”

“I lay low, do my job, and make very few waves,” she answers. He can respect that. He wishes his house would make one or two less waves.

“Casey!” Severide yells from the Squad rig. “You good?”

“Yeah! I’ll be right there,” he calls back. He looks back at Sylvie and points over his shoulder. “I should —“

“Go,” she urges him with a nod. “We both have work to do.”

They go their separate ways and Matt gets so caught up in the fire that he forgets all about the blonde medic who managed to save his ass and put him in his place all at once. At least until they get back to 51, and then he can’t stop thinking about her. While cleaning his gear, doing inventory, checking the compartments — through it all he keeps seeing her face.

“Dammit,” Kidd says as she closes the last compartment.

“What’s up?” Casey asks.

“Our K-12 is gone.”

“The saw?”

“Yeah, I think the Lieutenant from 40 borrowed it.”

Normally, this would piss Matt off, but at the mention of 40 he can’t help but perk up a little. “Then let’s go get it. We can’t work without our saw.”

“Right now?” Mouch asks.

“No, tomorrow,” Matt snarks. “Come on, load up. Let’s go for a ride.”

And that’s how he ends up waiting on 40’s apparatus floor while Grainger searches his rig for 81’s K-12. He spots 36, off in the corner. Leaving Kidd in charge of the search, he wanders toward it.

Sylvie turns at the sound of his footfalls, braid whipping around her head. “Oh! Captain, hi.”

“Hi,” he greets, nervously clearing his throat.

She sits and resumes folding towels, but nods to the empty spot on 36’s bench seat. “Come on up. What brings you by?”

“Your Lieutenant borrowed one of my tools and forgot to give it back.”

She winces. “That’s not good. I know how protective firefighters are of their equipment.”

“As long as they find it and get it back to me, it’ll be fine.”

“You’ll have to cut Grainger a break. He’s a bit of a mess right now,” Sylvie tells him, a flash of guilt in her eyes. “He’s, um, going through a break up.”

Based on the way Grainger has stopped searching his compartment’s and is now blatantly glaring at Casey, he thinks he knows who with. “Ah. I’ll keep that in mind.” He glances around 36 to distract himself from Grainger’s jealous staring. He notices this ambo is immaculate and every space is organized to fit maximum equipment and inventory. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen an ambo this easy to navigate. I know where everything is in one glance.”

“Good, then my system works,” she says, grinning boastfully at him. “I’m the queen of organization around here.”

“You’re that good, huh? You should give me some tips and tricks. I’m hopeless at it.”

“Oh, Captain Casey, you just said the magic words. I could show you incredible things.” Her eyes light up, sparking an even brighter shade of blue. “If you’re serious, that is.”

“Please, call me Matt,” he requests, trying and failing to hide his amusement at her enthusiasm to help him. “And I’m completely serious.”

She bites her bottom lip, cheeks flushing pink very slightly. “Okay, Matt.”

“Why don’t I buy you a drink sometime and you can tell me all about it?” He asks, hoping she doesn’t notice how sweaty he’s gotten since deciding to ask her out.

“Um, sure,” she answers, the wattage of her smile intensifies until it matches her eyes. She’s so gorgeous she’s practically blinding him. “I would love that.” She takes her phone out of her jacket pocket and hands it to him. “Here. Put your number in there and we’ll work out details.”

“Perfect.”

He didn’t have getting a date on his to-do list today, but he’s not complaining. When an opportunity like this falls into your lap, you don’t waste it.

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

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Going to War

Standard disclaimer: I do not consent to the posting, translating, or publishing of my work to any 3rd party site, the only place it may currently be found is on tumblr and Wattpad under the name @.itswildflower

A/N: We're skipping forwards a bit here but things will be filled in eventually. There will be a pt. 2

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Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: cannon typical depictions of fires/accidents and injuries

“Engine 51, Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61, Battalion 25,” the alarm rings out, forcing Kelly and Dani to break apart and head towards the trucks. “Sounds serious,” she comments.  

“Seriously fun,” Kelly quips. “Hey. You better bring that body of yours back in one piece, because I have got big plans for it tonight,” Dani tells him before heading to the truck, pulling her turnout pants on and climbing in the back of the truck with her jacket. “51, get me a water supply from the standpipe. Truck 81, Squad 3, I need search teams. Engine 37, get the hoses into the north stairwell. Ambulance 61, set up triage. Get ready, people. We're going to war,” Boden orders as everyone arrives and climbs out of their respective rigs. “Fire's on the 20th floor,” the building manager tells them as they walk in. “How many units on each floor, and where's your alarm panel?” Boden asks. “12. It's right over here,” the man led them over to it. “Mouch, you're on lobby control. Get the elevators down here,” Matt ordered. “You got it, Captain.”

   “Okay, fire is confined to 20 for now. We need to investigate the fire floor. Get to everybody trapped above it. I made at least four people signaling from their windows,” Boden tells the gathered firefighters. “We riding or walking?” Kelly asks. “Casey,” Boden turns to the captain. 

“Mouch, what's happening?” Matt calls into the radio. “I have control of one, two, and four, but the number three car is stopped on the 18th floor, and I can't get it moving. Can we get a look inside of that elevator?” Mouch asks. “Number three? Right here,” the building manager shows them. “The car is empty, Mouch, but keep trying,” Matt tells him. “Copy. Okay, heat is interfering with the electronics,” Mouch calls out after a few moments. “That settles it. You're climbing. To all companies, we can't trust the elevators. Use the stairs only. Stage on 19. Truck 81, give me a primary search on 20. Squad 3, take 21. Engine 37 will attack the fire. Okay, let's go, let's go, let's go!” Boden orders. “I don't mean to be in your way, Chief. I'm just here 'cause Commissioner Grissom wants me to be,” Gorsch tells Boden who glares when he almost runs into the smaller man. 

  “Extra air tanks get stashed on 19! We'll attack from the north stairs. Use the south stairs for evacuation. Hey, Chief, we're approaching the 20th floor,” Matt calls into his radio. “Go. Come on, come on, come on. Come on, Ritter, what's the hold up?” 37’s lieutenant yelled. “These threads are in bad shape, keep sticking,” the candidate tells him. “I thought I told you to clean the standpipe,” the lieutenant scolds. “I did, Lieutenant,” Ritter tells him. “Yeah, not with your hands, with a wire brush!” the lieutenant yells. “He used a brush. I saw him,” Herrmann speaks up. “All right, let me in there. I'll do it,” the lieutenant huffs “I got it. It's on,” Ritter tells him. “Well, then open the valve!” the lieutenant exclaims. “Hey, Paxson. Go easy on the kid. He's doing great,” Herrmann tries to defend the candidate. “Mind your business, Herrmann,” Paxson huffs, turning to the candidate. “Hey, put your mask on.”

  “Chief Boden!” Someone yells. “Halstead?” Boden turned, after hearing the familiar voice call out to him. “Where's the fire? What floor?” Jay asks. “20, why? What's up?” Boden counters. “My dad lives on 23. Dani doesn’t really have anything to do with him so she doesn’t know,” Jay tells him. “Casey, what's it looking like up there?” Chief calls into his walkie. “Hang on, Chief, we're almost in,” Matt tells him. “And we're hooked up. Let's do this!” Paxson yells, grabbing the door handle. “Hey, hold on, we haven't had a chance to-” Kelly is cut off by the door slamming open and the fire jumping out at them all. “Casey, the door!” Kelly yells. “Hey, Candidate. Hey, you're good,” Herrmann tells him, wiping his mask off. “Yeah. Fire's too advanced at 20, Chief. We can't get a foothold,” Matt yells. “Okay, new plan. Squad searches 21. Truck continues up to 22. Engine 37, get a hold of that fire floor,” Boden orders. “Copy that, Chief. Let's go.”

  “So you're not searching 20?” Gorsch asks. “You heard him. That hallway is fully engulfed. Where's your father?” Boden asks. “He lives in 23C,” Jay tells him. “Is he up there now?” Jay shakes his head, “I don't know, he's not answering.” He turns to the building manager. “Excuse me, have you seen Pat Halstead today?” he asks. “Sorry, I don't know him. There's over 500 residents in the tower,” the manager tells him. “Chief, my dad's got a heart condition,” Jay worries. “It's okay. We're working our primary search. 23 is next,” Boden tells him. “How can I help?” Jay asks. “Keep that doorway clear, would you?” Boden tells him. “Absolutely. Everybody back. Clear this door.” 

  “Check every unit! Open every door! Fire department! Call Out!” Matt yells. “Go, join the group. Right this way,” Dani tells the people coming out of apartments. “Follow them, please. Stay low,” Otis told them. They worked efficiently to guide people to the stairwells. “Chief, we cleared 22. Halstead, and I are headed to 23,” Matt calls into the radio. “Copy that. Casey, I got Jay Halstead here. His father lives at 23C. He's not answering his phone. Take a look,” Boden tells him. “On our way. Let's go,” Matt looked at Dani and nodded. Dani frowned as she followed him up the stairs to the next floor. “Hey, Chief. We pulled three victims off of 21. I still got a few more doors to kick in. We'll send these down with Truck,” Kelly calls into his radio. “Okay, hey, my buddies Otis and Stella are gonna take you the rest of the way down, all right? Just do what he says,” Cruz tells the woman he had been helping. “You're not coming?” She asks. “I gotta get back inside. You'll be fine. I promise,” Cruz tells her. “Be careful,” she tells him before taking her dog and following after the other people. “Excuse me, ma'am. All right, everybody, follow me,” Otis calls out, taking the lead with Stella. “The stairwell is so smoky. Are you sure it's okay to be in here?” A woman asks. “It'll clear up once we're below the fire. Let's keep moving,” Otis assured her. “It's a long way down. Can't we take the elevator?” the same woman asked. “The elevators aren't safe. I can hold your baby if you want. Hey, buddy. Hey, little guy. You wanna come to Otis? Hey, come on. Let's go,” Otis offers, reaching out to take the child. “I can carry him. That's not the point,” the woman huffs. 

   “Let's go. Folks, we gotta keep the entrance clear. I need you to wait across the street. Come on,” Jay yells over the crowd of people trying to push past him. “Let's get two more engine companies hooked up to hydrants in case we start to lose pressure. And move Truck 40 down to the corner. I want to leave a lane open for ambulances coming and going,” Boden orders. “Copy that, Chief,” someone responds. “Chief, we're inside 23C right now,” Matt radios as they sweep the apartment. “Dad! If you’re here, call out!” Dani yells. “Halstead,” Chief calls over Jay.  “Go ahead, Casey. What'd you find?” Boden asks. “Nothing. The apartment's empty. No sign of Mr. Halstead,” Matt reports when Dani shook her head, the apartment was clear. “Carry on, Casey,” Boden tells him. “That's good news, right?” Boden asks the detective. “Yeah, I guess so. Thanks, Chief.” Jay walks away from the fray and pulls out his phone. “Hey, man, they just made it to Dad's apartment. He's not there, you hear back from him?” Jay asks Will. “No. I just tried his cell again. Still nothing,” Will tells him. “Same. You think of anywhere else he might be?” Jay asks, “Well, the guy likes to stick to his routines. You know that. A walk in the morning, then home for lunch. He should be back by now,” Will tells him. “All right, well, I'm gonna keep an eye out. You just let me know if you hear from him. I'm guessing he'll call you first,” Jay tells him before hanging up. “You all right?” Goodwin asks Will as he tucks his phone away. “He'll turn up. Old man's a survivor,” he tells her. “If you want you can head over there and join your siblings,” Goodwin tells him. “No, but thanks. I'm good. Can do more here as they bring victims in.”

“All right. I want a secondary search of the last few floors. Make sure we found everyone that was trapped up there,” Boden calls out as Otis comes down with the group of civilians. “Okay, when you get outside, go across the street, check in with the paramedics, okay? Good work. Go outside,” Otis tells them but when he doesn’t see the mother and child he stops one of the others. “Hey. Where's the woman with the baby?” he asks. “She stepped aside to let faster people go by. I didn't see her after that,” the woman told him and he sighed. “Herrmann. The mom with the baby. Did you see her exit the stairwell?” he asks. “I thought they were up front with you,” Herrmann tells him. “We gotta go up and find them,” Otis sighs. “Right. Just let me swap out my air tank,” Herrmann tells him. “Otis, can you take a look at these controls?” Mouch asks. “I'm not on elevator duty, Mouch,” Otis huffs. “I know, but the number three car is still fritzing out. It was stuck on 18 for a while, then it went up to 24, and now it's stopped again,” Mouch tells him. “The mom. I told her we couldn't use the… God! Chief, do we have eyes inside the elevators?” Otis asks. “Camera's out.” Otis turns to Mouch. “Damn it. Okay, you go with Herrmann, I'm gonna work on the elevators, try a system reboot. If that mom took her baby onto the elevator they could be trapped,” Otis tells Boden. “All units above the fire floor, keep your eyes peeled. We are missing a woman and a young child. I want them found.”

 “Severide. I need to get up to 24 to check on that elevator. Can you guys finish out on this floor?” Matt asks. “Yeah, on it. Any word on the mom and her kid?” Matt shakes his head. “Boden's got companies searching from 19 on down, but no sign of them,” he sighs. “She came from 22, right? Halstead, you and Herrmann sweep that floor again just to be sure she didn't go back up for something. Mouch, come with me and we'll start a primary on 24,” Matt orders. “Herrmann. You're looking a little peaked. I mean, you sure you don't want to stop, take a breather?” Dani teases as they stop at the entrance to the 22nd floor. “Like hell. I could do 20 more flights… And still run circles around you,” Herrmann laughed. “No doubt,” Dani nudged him after she put her mask on. “Fire department, call out!” She yelled entering the floor. 

“Hey! You hurt?” Matt asks the candidate clinging to the stairwell railing, who shook his head. “Hey buddy, you okay?” Mouch echoed. “Kay, he's locked up. Took a fireball to the face earlier. Probably shook him up. Get him back downstairs,” Matt ordered. “You sure, Casey?” Mouch asked. “Yeah. He's in the way. Get him out of here,” Matt tells him before heading onwards. “What's your name?” Mouch asked. The kid just shook like a leaf so Mouch leaned over to see his last name on this helmet. “All right. Come on, Ritter, let's go.” The candidate shook his head and clung to the railing tighter. “Hey! My captain just took off by himself 'cause of you. You get to your feet! Lives are at stake!” Mouch yells at him. “Engine 37, talk to me,” Chief called into the radio. “We're still working our way in, Chief. It's an inferno in here,” Paxson yelled. “Engine 62, put another line up on 20,” Boden ordered. “Copy that.” 

“Any news?” Boden asks Jay as he comes back into the building. “Nobody's heard from him. I'm worried he's still inside somewhere. Come on, you must have seen this guy today. Pat Halstead. He's a crusty old pain in the ass. He never smiles. Loves to yell at people,” Jay tells the building manager. “Okay, yeah, yeah. I know the guy. I haven't seen him today,” the manager tells him. “Does he have any friends in the building?” Jay asks. “I see him sometimes pushing Mr. Strouse. He's in a wheelchair. Ronnie Strouse,” the manager rushes. “A guy in a wheelchair? What floor does he live on?” Jay asks. “Uh, 25C. Top floor,” the manager tells him. “That's where he went, for sure,” Jay tells Boden, going to step around the chief and head for the stairs. “Okay. Halstead. I can't have a cop get killed on my fireground. My men will handle it,” Boden stops him, grabbing his arm before he could get very far. 

“Fire department, call out!” Matt yells as he searches the hallway. “Casey, what's your location?” Boden asks into the radio. “I'm on 24 looking for the number three car. We can't open the doors. There's no drop-key access,” Matt reports. “Okay. You make your way to unit 25C. Look for a wheelchair-bound resident,” Boden tells him. “Copy that, Chief,” Matt replies and walks further down the hallway, only to be almost blown back by fire erupting. “Chief, I've got fire coming up through a mechanical closet!” Matt reports. “On 24?” Boden asks. “Affirmative! Repeat! The fire has reached the 24th floor! The fire is traveling through the electrical shafts!”

Boden turns to the building manager now. “Is the wiring in this building original?” he asks. “Uh, no, we did a big renovation a while back. Upgraded all the old copper stuff with fiber optics,” the manager tells him. “That stuff's a lot thinner. It leaves gaps. You're supposed to seal those gaps off,” Boden tells him. “Hey, I don't own the place. If they cut corners, I don't know anything about it,” the manager tells him in return. “This is not good. The fire's traveling faster than we thought. To all companies… We are losing control of this thing. Wrap up your searches, retreat below the fire floor until we get another hose line in place,” Boden says into his walkie. 

“Come on. Ritter, you heard the Chief. Time is running out,” Mouch tells the candidate, who shakes his head again. “Okay. Okay, Ritter. Here's the deal. I don't like to exert myself unless absolutely necessary, but you're not giving me a lot of options here. If you don't get to your feet…” Mouch trails off. “I'm not like him,” Ritter tells him. “What's that?” Mouch asks. “I'm not that tough. I can't do it. I'm not like him,” Ritter manages to tell him. “Like who?” Mouch asks him. “Uncle Anthony. I called him Superman when I was a kid. He fought fires like this. But my heart won't stop pounding,” Ritter tells him. “Hey. I'm scared too. Any sane person would be. Difference is, civilians panic. Firefighters react. And you are a firefighter. Now you get your ass off that ground and let's go,” Mouch tells him, offering him a hand up. 

“All companies, be advised. The missing mother and baby have been… recovered. Continue secondary search for additional victims,” Boden’s voice crackles over the radio. “Hey, how's your air?” Dani asks Herrmann as they walk down a hallway. “I'm good. I got a new tank downstairs. Why, are you low?” he asks in return. Dani looks down at her gauge before nodding. “I, uh… I got a few minutes left,” she tells him. “All right. You know what, forget it. This floor is clear. Let's get below the fire,” he tells her. “Copy that,” she tells him. “Casey, what's your location?” Boden asks. “Just reached the 25th floor, Chief,” Matt tells him, before continuing further into the hallway. He opens the electrical maintenance door and sees sparks fly. “Chief, 25's going to hell now, too. I can't stay long,” he calls out. “Copy that, Casey. Do what you can,” Boden tells him. “Fire department! Call out!” He yells, entering the apartment.

“Over here! Help! He came to get me, but then he collapsed!” a man calls out. “I'm gonna get you both out of here. Chief, I got two victims on 25, Halstead’s father and his friend,” Matt reported. “Good call. What's their condition?” Chief asks. “They're both conscious and responsive, but Mr. Halstead's in rough shape. I need a hand,” Matt tells him. “I'll see who's close by. Any available firefighter to the 25th floor to assist Captain Casey,” Boden called into his walkie. “Hang in there, Pat!” Matt yells as he preps to carry and drag them to safety. He gets partially into the hallway before he has to stop and readjust. “Chief! Is anyone coming?” he asks. “Casey, we're here!” Mouch yells, coming with Ritter behind him. “Mouch, hurry! Take this one!” Matt gestures to Mr. Strouse. “Ready to hoist him up. Okay, stay low!” Mouch tells Ritter as they pick him up and Matt hoists Pat over his shoulder, carrying him out. 

“Dad! Is he all right?” Jay asks, spotting them exiting the building. “He was above the fire floor. Swallowed a lot of smoke. Been in and out of consciousness,” Matt tells him. “Casey, thanks, man,” Jay tells him, patting him on the shoulder before looking up at the building, he had still yet to see his little sister in the fray, and tried not to worry, she knew what she was doing. He shook it off as the paramedics began to assess his dad. “Dad! Hey, this is my father. His name is Pat Halstead. He's 64 years old. Listen, he had bypass surgery a month ago. Dad, can you hear me?” he asks. “He looks hypoxic. Let's get him on oxygen,” one of them says. “We can do CO levels and EKG en route, rule out cardiac dysrhythmia,” the medic tells his partner. “I'm, I'm okay, Jay,” Pat Halstead wheezes out. “Dad, Ronnie looks like he's gonna be okay. You did good. You're damn lucky to be alive,” Jay tells him before they load him up. “Pat going to be alright?” Mr. Strouse asks. “They'll take good care of him,” Mouch assures the man before turning to the candidate. “All right, here we go. You just got your first save, pal,” he tells him. “If it wasn't for me freezing up, you would have got there sooner,” Ritter mumbles. “Hey, Ritter. You could spend your life on "ifs" in this job. Don't do it. You hear me?” Mouch tells him and Ritter nods. 

“Empty,” Kelly calls as he leaves a room. “Same here,” Cruz tells him. “All right, Chief, Cruz and I are finished on 23. We're coming down now,” Kelly calls into the radio. “Help me!” A faint young voice echoes. “Whoa, whoa, hey, Severide. You hear that?” Cruz asks. “Fire department, call out!” Kelly yells. “Help me, please!” the young voice called. “Where are you?” Kelly yells. “20B!” Kelly looks at the door they were at, 23B. “20B? That's three floors down, that's the fire floor.” Cruz tells him. “Hey, kid, what's your name?” Kelly calls into a vent. “Josh! My mom isn't here and I can't get out!” the kid exclaims. “Josh! Stay right where you are! My name's Kelly. I'm coming down to get you!” The kid yells back okay and the two rescue squad members are on the move again. “Hey, Paxson! Paxson! We need to get in 20B! Can you take us there?” Kelly asked. “We're low on air!” Paxson yells. “I got a young boy trapped inside solo!” Kelly tells him.  “We'll get you in, but my guys need relief!” Paxson yells and they begin moving forward. “Hey Chief, Cruz and I are getting the victim on the fire floor, but 37 needs relief on this side line,” Kelly reports. “Herrmann and I are on 19, we'll be right there,” Dani tells him. “All right, we're gonna have to cut across to get to the attack stairwell. Come on,” Herrmann leads. 

“Hey! Severide! She's alive!” Cruz yells after pointing out another victim. “All right, here. You take her down. I'll get the kid,” Kelly tells him. “Copy that, be careful!” Cruz tells his Lieutenant. “Hey, Josh, where are you? Josh!” Kelly calls out. “Over here!” Josh yells, coughing. “Hey, bud! Come on. Let me get you out of here.” The fire blazes in the doorway. “Hey. It's getting a little crazy out there, - but we'll get through it, okay?” Kelly reassures the kid. “Hey 37, we're coming out. You ready?” he asks. “Negative! We're pulling back! Stay where you are!” Paxson responds. “What does that mean?” Josh asks. “Don't worry. Help's coming. All right. Hang on a sec,” he tells the kid, going to investigate. “Hey 37, what's your ETA? It's getting a little stuffy in here,” he asks. “The fire is pushing us back! Come on!” Paxson huffs. “Cavalry's arrived. Sit tight, Kelly!” Dani yells as she and Herrmann take over from 37. “Hey, Herrmann, Halstead, I hate to complain, but I got a young boy here,” Kelly tells them. “This thing is a beast! We're coming as fast as we can!” Herrmann exclaims. “This isn't working. I'm gonna bail out,” Kelly tells them. “Kelly, don't do anything stupid! Second line is on its way!” Dani calls out, noticing her air tank warning alarm was beginning to go off. 

“What are you gonna do? What's happening?” Josh asks Kelly. “I don't want to wait and see if they can get to us before the fire does. So we're gonna perform what's called a self-rescue. Don't worry. I've done this a bunch. And when we're all done, you'll have a hell of a story to tell your friends,” Kelly tells the kid before prepping the ropes. “All right, come here. Your job is to hold onto me. My job is to hold onto the rope. You got it?” he asks. “I hold onto you and don't let go,” Josh repeated. “No way,” he mutters as he looks out of the window. “Keep your eyes closed,” Kelly tells the kid as he finishes up securing things. “Hey, Halstead, Herrmann, get out of there. Meet me on 19,” Kelly calls into his radio. “One more minute, we got this. Hang on, Severide!” Herrmann calls out. “All right, buddy, it’s all good,” Kelly tells Josh as he begins his descent. “Oh, God,” the kid mutters. “Almost there,” Kelly tells him as he tries to kick in the window but it doesn’t break. “What's wrong?” Josh asks. “Nothing. Nothing, I'm just getting a tool to break the glass.” Kelly breaks the glass and kicks it clear so he can slide in. “Hey, hey. You okay?” he asks the kid. “Severide!” Capp calls as he busts in the door. 

Dani could feel the effects caused by lack of oxygen beginning and let go of the hose, moving to try and remove her mask. She was unsuccessful and felt herself falling back before passing out. Herrmann turns to tell Dani to head back down and sees her down. “Mayday, mayday! Halstead is down! I need assistance on 20!” Herrmann calls out, removing her mask and placing his own on her face in the hopes that she hadn’t been down long. “Mayday, mayday!” Herrmann called out again. “Hey, what happened?” Kelly yelled as he got to them, Dani’s pass alarm blaring. “Listen. She ran out of air!” Herrmann tells him. “Come on!” Kelly grabs her by the straps and Herrmann does his best to keep the mask on her. “Okay, clear out! Give us some room! Come on!” Boden yells as he makes a path for his firefighters to carry the youngest Halstead sibling through. “Get her up,” Matt tells them, and the four carrying her lift her onto the stretcher and set her down. “I've got a pulse but she's not breathing. Bag her,” Brett tells Foster. “Got it,” the woman jumped into action. “Her air ran out and she just dropped,” Herrmann tells them. “Come on, Dani,” Kelly mutters as he steps back to allow for Foster to move in with the bag. “Start bagging her, please,” Foster tells Herrmann once she gets it into position. “You got it,” he nods. 

“Lieutenant, cut her shirt so I can get the cardiac leads on her,” Foster orders. “Come on, Halstead,” Kelly’s voice wobbled, his eyes glued to her form. “Tube's in. Let's hang a Cyanokit on the way to Med,” Brett tells Foster. “All right, guys, let's get her in the rig,” Foster tells them. They load her up. “Boden, you've done the heavy lifting. I'll take it from here. Go check on your firefighter,” another battalion chief stepped up. “You're sure?” Boden asks. “Go.” Boden nods and turns back to his crew. “Severide, Herrmann. Stay with 61,” he orders. “Yeah come on, let's move,” Kelly says as he climbs up in the ambo. “Come on. Give them an escort,” Matt yells to the others. “I'll drive,” Foster tells Brett. “Thanks,” Brett nods before climbing in the back of the ambo and shutting the door. 

“It's Dani… Halstead. She took in a lot of smoke,” Brett tells the emergency room nurses that were with Dr. Choi but chokes up a little. “She had a pulse but wasn't breathing. We intubated, hung a Cyanokit on the rig, her CO is at 40%...” Foster trails off. “Okay. We got her. Let's transfer on my count. One, two, three,” Choi calls out. “Thank you for taking over,” Brett tells Foster, still watching the trauma bay. “I get it. It's family,” Foster tells her, rubbing her shoulder. The rest of the house walks in, some hanging back as Matt goes to Kelly and places a hand on his shoulder. Kelly swallows before shrugging Matt off and turning to Herrmann. “How did you let this happen?” he asks the older man, his eyes watering. “Hey. Severide,” Matt tries to get him to back off. “Huh? You're supposed to have her back, Herrmann!” Kelly shouts. “She didn't tell me that her alarm went off,” Herrmann’s voice shuddered a little. “She was trying to save you.” 

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Request: Matt x reader : Matt’s wife ending up giving birth prematurely after an accident, he’s at the scene with the rest of 51 and delivers his own baby boy, wrapping him his firefighter jacket 🥺

Anon I literally haven’t stopped thinking about this. It was literally in my dream. Like vividly I kept seeing our favorite Captain Casey, so I hope you enjoy!

Just like any other day, Matt and Y/N woke up to the sound of an alarm clock. Both groaned at the rude awakening from a peaceful sleep. Well peaceful for Matt anyway. Y/N was 35 weeks pregnant and couldn’t sleep well most nights. “Was that my alarm or yours?” You ask as you feel the bed move with Matt’s shifting. “Mine. You go back to sleep, hun.” “Can’t. Mini Matt has said no to that. Dad is up, so I’m up.” You say as you bring his hand to the swell of your belly, where you both feel your son move. He leans over and gives you a peck on the lips before getting out of bed.

“You know he can’t be Mini Matt forever, right? We need to pick out a name soon.” “I know, I know. I was thinking of Dallin for a first name. And maybe Matthew as a middle name.” You reply, slowly getting up and walking to the dresser, wrapping your arms around your husband, your head resting between his shoulder blades. “I like the sound of that. Dallin Matthew Casey.” He replies, turning around to face you. “Dallin Matthew, it is then!” You say, a smile on your face. “As nice as this is, one of us does have to go to work.” Matt laughs as you pout, not wanting to leave his warm embrace. He holds you for another minute before getting ready for the day.

You said goodbye to your husband as he left for 51. You mentioned that you would be over to visit, and Matt couldn't help smiling at you. The house loved you, and you loved them right back. “Whelp, little man. It's you and me for the next 24 hours. How bout we see dad later today and then run some errands?” You say quietly, running a hand over your belly, feeling a sharp kick in response from your son.

At the firehouse, it's business as usual. Calls, drills, reports. Matt heard a commotion from his office in the common area and investigated. The sight he saw warmed his heart. You, Mouch, and Hermann were sitting on the couch going over some last-minute adjustments to the nursery that they said they would come over and do after shift. “Hi, love!” you exclaim, seeing him walk over to you. “Hi. Why don't you come to my office.” He whispers into your ear, helping you up from the couch. You wave goodbye to Mouch and Hermann, linking hands with Matt as he leads you to his quarters.

You reach the door to his quarters when a sharp pain runs down your body, making you gasp. “Y/N everything alright?” Matt asks, concern lacing his features. “Yeah, I’m good. We’re good. Just Braxton-Hicks like last week.” “Ok, well, I don’t want you standing more than you have to, so come on and sit down. We don’t have to talk or anything. I want to make sure everything is good.” Matt replies as you sit on the edge of the bed in the small room.

After spending some time at the firehouse catching up with your friends, you decided to head to the store to pick up some groceries and stuff for the baby. You were making a left-hand turn, and the next thing you know, you felt something hit you. It took you a moment to realize what happened, but then it came to you that you were in a crash. You were hit on the driver's side, and you couldn’t move. You felt pain in your abdomen, more intense than what you felt earlier, and you knew something was wrong.

The bells rang out in the firehouse, and everyone jumped into action, not knowing what the damage was. “Captain, are you ok?” “Yeah yeah, I’m fine.” Matt lied as he knew this was the route you took from the firehouse to home, and the store was in between. He didn’t want it to be you. He couldn’t lose you and Dallin. It would kill him.

They arrive on the scene, and everyone’s hearts sink. They see your car, driver's side crumbled. Matt jumps out of the truck and sprints to the vehicle assessing the situation, trying to keep calm and not freak out. “Gallo! Get the jaws! It’s Y/N. She’s not moving!” He yells as the young truck member grabs the equipment and the rest of the team helps to get everyone out. “Y/N, sweetheart. Can you hear me?” “Yeah, I can hear you. Somethings wrong. I think the baby’s coming.” You reply, tears in your eyes, as pain rolls through you again, as Matt watches helplessly. “Alright, we’re gonna get you out as quick as we can.” “Hurry. Please. I’m scared.” “I know. We’re doing what we can as fast as we can.” He replies, his hand on the window, trying to mask the fear on his face.

Gallo arrived with the Jaws and got to work. “Casey, do we need the saw?” Cruz asks, running forward. “Not sure. But grab it just in case.” He says as he watches the team try to get you out. “Y/N, we’ll need to get the saw to get you out the rest of the way. I will put my jacket over you, and Sylvie will be here, ensuring you don’t have any serious injuries.” Stella says as you grab her hand and Sylvie’s as the jacket is draped over you, so debris doesn’t fall on you. Matt watches as Severide and Cruz remove the car's roof and as Stella and Hermann extract you from the car and onto the stretcher.

“Matt! We need you!” Foster yells as she helps you sit up. He runs over and wants to cry when he sees the pain you’re in. “Hey, hey, baby. You’re ok. Dallin is ok. I’m here. You’re safe.” He whispers as you hold onto him, shaking from fear and pain. “My water broke after I got hit before you guys came. Dallin is for real coming.” You say, pulling away as you search Matt’s face. You see shock and fear, and you grip his hand as a contraction takes over. You both scan Sylvie and Foster's faces and realize you aren’t going to make it to Med in time.

“Kelly, get over here! And bring Stella!” He yells to his friends as you squeeze his hand harder than he thought you could. “What’s going on?” “Baby’s on the way, and there’s no way we can make it to Med,” Sylvie says, watching you and Matt. “What do you need us to do?” “Be with them. Be their support. That’s what you can do.” She says as the three walk over. “Hey, so Brett gave us the rundown. We’re here for you and only you. Foster is letting Boden know.” Severide says as you reach for his hand. “Son of a bitch, this hurts.” You say as you feel your son move down. “Ok, he moved down. Shit.” You groan in pain, and Stella gets onto the stretcher with you, helping you sit up a little more.

“Y/N, how you doing, sweetie?” Sylvie asks, walking over. “Well, everything hurts like a bitch, and I feel like I need to push,” you reply, fear lacing your voice, gripping your husband's hand and Severide’s for dear life, your contractions getting more intense each time.

“Hey, babe, look at me. Look only at me.” Matt says as Sylvie lifts your dress, covering you with a blanket, checking you quickly. “Matt. I can’t do this.” You cry, tears running down your cheeks. You feel Kelly press a kiss to your temple, and Stella rubs your arm, trying to comfort you. “Y/N, Matt. I can feel the head. It’s go time.” Sylvie says, giving you and your husband a soft smile. “Next contraction, I need you to push, ok?” “Ok. I think I can do that.” You reply with a laugh, reality sets in, locking eyes with Matt as he smiles at you.

You feel a wave of pain roll over, bring your chin to your chest and start pushing. You gasp at the intensity of everything and feel Matt’s hand rest on your knee, helping to ground you. “You’re doing great. There you go!” “God, this hurts. I’m not doing this again anytime soon.” You pant, taking a break, as you grab Matt’s free hand with yours. “That’s ok. I don’t mind. Let’s just focus on you bringing our son into the world.” He says as he tightens the grip on your hand as you start pushing again. You can feel your baby move forward and back for several minutes, and you hate it.

You lay your head back onto Stella in exhaustion. “I can’t do this anymore.” “Yes, you can, Y/N. Look at me.” Kelly says, gently turning your head towards him. “You deal with Matt Casey and the rest of the house daily. You can birth a baby.” He says with a grin, making you snort. “Excuse me! I’m right here.” “We know.” You and Kelly laugh while Matt shakes his head. “Y/N. I can see hair. This next contraction, I want you to give me the biggest push you can, ok?” Sylvie asks as she moves your legs apart some more. You give her a nod and wait for the pain again.

You feel the most intense pain and push as hard as possible, and you feel burning. You moan as you feel his head come out. “His heads out!” Matt exclaims, rubbing your knees. “I thought it was a foot.” You quip back, panting, and Matt guides your hand to your baby's head, and you feel the fuzzy hair and start crying. “Ok, now we have to do little pushes. This part will suck, but once we get his shoulders out, it’s smooth sailing.” Foster says as she takes over for Sylvie, who runs to the back of the ambo for supplies to clean the baby once he is out.

“Little pushes? Oh, hell.” You reply, giving her a look. She just nods and prompts you to push little by little. Stella lifts you, and Kelly rubs a thumb over the top of your hand, whispering encouragements in your ear. You can feel his shoulders come out, and he starts to turn. You feel as Matt’s hand leaves yours and your knee and can’t help but watch as he takes his turnout coat off, his white polo clean as can be. “Matt. What’re you doing?” You ask, voice quivering, wondering what the hell had gotten into your husband's brain. “Grabbing our son. I can see he’s almost here.” He replies as he places the coat on the stretcher.

You groan as you give a final push and feel your baby finally slide out. You lay your head down in exhaustion and feel tears run down your cheeks as you hear him cry. Kelly kisses you on the top of your head, and Stella does the same before they head to the ambo giving you guys a moment together. You look at Matt, who’s wrapped him in his turnout coat, walking to you, tears in his eyes. “You did it, baby. He’s here. Dallin is here.” He says softly, placing the bundle in your arms. “Yeah, he is. Our Dallin Matthew Casey is finally here.” You say, running a finger down the newborn's nose, lifting your head to kiss your husband.

You stay like that for a while until Sylvie and Foster come over with a clean blanket for you and a smaller one for your newborn. They gently lift him out of Matt’s coat and wipe him off and swaddle him. Sylvie gently makes sure you’re clean and ok and makes sure the blanket covers you. You don’t realize Boden had walked over until he speaks. “Congratulations, you two. I’ve gone ahead and called Med to let them know of the situation and that you were on the way. And before you ask, the other driver has been arrested for drunk driving. Not a scratch on him.” He says, voice gruff. Matt gives his chief a look having a conversation with their eyes. He receives a nod of confirmation and helps to make sure you and your son are in the ambo safely.

You arrive at Med and are taken to a recovery room while Dallin is taken to the NICU to be assessed. You can’t help but worry that your baby is ok. You know he’s early but wasn’t sure how it would affect him. “He’s going to be ok. I know he is.” Matt says, holding your hand, moving his thumb across the top of your hand. “Matt, he was early. Five weeks early. What if something isn’t developed all the way?” “Y/N. Brett and Foster would’ve noticed and mentioned it in the field. Trust me. I overheard the nurses, and they’ll be bringing him back in about 30 minutes.” He replies, giving your hand a light squeeze. You squeeze his hand back, letting him know you trust him.

After a while, the nurses return with the newborn, letting you and Matt know that everything looked normal and that he was the cutest patient. The two of you look at him fondly, his little body bundled up in a blanket from the hospital and a little hat on his head.

“Do you have a name for him? So we can write it on his bassinet card?” “Dallin Matthew Casey.” You respond to the nurse as a second nurse places him in your arms. “Just so we know, how are you wanting to feed him?” “Bottle. Definitely bottle. I can pump, but the thought of trying to get him to latch doesn’t feel right for me.” “Alright, we can work with that. I’ll get one ready for him with what we have, and we can go over the next steps in a while.” The nurse replied cheerfully before the pair left the room.

The small family is left alone until a knock on the door removes them from their thoughts. They see their family from the station and beckon them in. They quietly enter, and Y/N notices that Hermann and Mouch have paint on their clothes and tears in their eyes. “We made something for him. Last minute at the station after we got back.” Hermann says, voice breaking, as Mouch opens a small package and brings out a miniature wooden horse painted in a soft blue with everyone’s names written on it. You try to speak but burst into tears as Matt carefully takes your son from your arms, rocking him gently.

You eventually stop crying and wipe your tears away. “That’s so sweet. You didn’t have to do that.” “Yeah, he’s family, and family’s there for each other,” Hermann replies. “Plus, we’re going to head over to the house and get that ready for the three of you.” Ritter pipes up, earning the stink eye from Mouch. “Ritter. That was supposed to be a surprise!” Mouch says in exasperation. You and Matt both laugh, feeling the love from your friends.

Eventually, Foster asks his name since she realizes it’s never been mentioned, and Matt says it with pride. Dallin is held by his honorary aunts and uncles and only makes a sound when he needs to be fed. Y/N gives him his bottle and holds him for a moment.

“Hi, sweet boy. I’m your mom. You sure gave us a surprise today. But your dad and I are so glad you’re here. So are all those crazy people who just held you. Those are your aunts and uncles, and they might love you more than they love dad and me. Based on your surprise today, I feel we’re in for more over the years, but not anytime soon, ok? Mama needs to breathe from the first one.” You whisper to him as he stares at you with his dad's bright blue eyes.

You feel your husband staring and call him out on it. “Quit being a creep staring at a woman and her baby.” You grin at him as he sits on the bed next to you. “Mmm, I wouldn’t say I’m being a creep. Just falling in love with you more and more.” He replies, kissing you and placing a hand on Dallin’s head. “And seeing you today made me fall in love even more. I’m grateful for you, and I know Dallin is too.” You reply, leaning into him as he wraps an arm around you. You stayed like this for hours, not a care in the world. It’s just you, and your family, and that’s all that matters.

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