#matt casey x reader

[poppadom0912]

Request

Matt Casey and Wife Reader

There’s a big crash and 51 gets called out to it and they find Matt’s wife’s car in the crash all smashed up and Matt’s pregnant wife unconscious and hurt inside with their toddler son Jack who is crying. So Matt and the 51 guys do their best to save the family of their own Captain.

Warnings: Car crash, canon-typical injuries, death.

A/N: Once again, one month later. Life is not vibing right now but it's okay. I hope anyone who celebrated Eid had a wonderful time! very belated Eid Mubarak.

I hope this suffices and meets your expectations. I know this was sent ages ago and I apologise for the very long wait, I've just had zero inspiration and drive to write. This month has been very stressful with exams but please do enjoy!!

Matt was angsty and restless ever since his 24-hour shift started. There was no reason as to why he was but no matter what he did, he couldn't get rid of the feeling. He tried sleeping it off, eating lunch and even calling you when they weren't busy, but he still felt unnerved.

Just as he was about to text you, wanting to quickly check in again, something he'd been doing much more regularly now that you were pregnant along with looking after your toddler, the bells rang.

Internally groaning, Matt tried ignoring whatever his body was trying to scream at him and rushed towards the trucks, everyone quickly getting their uniform on before jumping into their 'allocated' seats.

It didn't take too long to arrive at the scene, the mess being much larger than what they anticipated. But maybe this was good, the more work he had to do, the less time he had to himself and to contemplate on whatever was bothering him today. The scene was one large mess, cars mangled together for what seemed like miles.

Maybe this was the exact distraction he needed.

Boden began shouting orders, Kelly and him following as they too started to delegate roles between their own respective crews. With equipment in hand, everyone scattered to hopefully start minimising this massive mess. From the looks of it, several casualties were to be expected with many more injured.

Squeezing between cars, Matt looked through broken windows looking for anyone who was stuck or left behind, also keeping an ear out for any shouts of help. Only, he didn't hear anyone shouting for help, but he heard crying.

It wasn't piercing like a newborn; he knew that sound well, but it sounded like a child and that made his heart skip a beat. Ever since Jack was born, calls involving kids become infinitely worse to handle.

Running towards the crying, Matt held his breath in an attempt to hear better, but his feet suddenly came to a stop before his brain could even register what was happening.

That was your car that along with many others, was laying on its side.

Matt vividly remembered you telling him your plans for the day this morning while he got ready for work and you fed Jack. You were going to run to the office to pick up some bits before taking Jack out to the trampoline park with some of his friends and other mums.

Apparently, you never made it to the park.

The crying continued and everything came crashing down on him. It wasn't just any crying, he recognised it easily now that he was closer.

Rushing forward, Matt ignored the broken glass and dropped to his knees as he looked for his family.

He saw you first. Your eyes shut, blood trailing down your forehead, head slumped to the side and seatbelt digging into your body that sat unmoving.

He then looked in the back where the crying hadn't stopped, Jack's eyes screwed shut as he wailed, the occasional 'mama' audible between cries.

"Jack. Daddy's here Jack." Matt forced out, his throat constricting at the sight of his hurt family. First things first, he had to get Jack settled and out the car before he could get you out. "Jack, it's me."

His crying calmed down, eyes peeling open as his crying slowly eased when he found his father.

"Are you okay Jack? You hurt anywhere baby?" Matt asked, easily taking apart the door and getting in besides the car seat.

"Daddy." Finally having one of his parents with and responding to him, Jack started to cry again, making grabby hands towards Matt as his words went through one ear and out the other.

"It's okay. I've got you now." Matt cooed, unbuckling from his car seat and before he could do anything, Jack launched himself into his dad's open arms.

A small oof was forced out of Matt from the sudden force of Jack catapulting into him. But he tightly wrapped his arms around his toddler nonetheless, his chest somewhat lighter with his boy safe in his embrace.

"Matt, is that- oh shit." Kelly swore as he rounded the car, eyes going wide as he saw father and son.

"I'm taking him to Sylvie." Matt started, holding out Jack for Kelly to take so he could jump out of the car that was still on its side and creaking with every movement he made. Without another word, Kelly took his godson and waited for Matt to get out before handing him back over.

"I'm waiting on Cruz and Violet." Kelly said, his eyes remaining on the father and son duo, both of their arms wrapped tightly around the other in fear of being separated again. "We've got Y/N, I promise."

Matt didn't even bat an eye when his best friend made a promise, one of which they were never allowed to make as first responders.

With another glance at your unconscious body, Matt held his breath as he stepped away, his heart constricting when Jack realised what was happening, trying his best to not crumble at his toddler's cries for his mama who wasn't responding to him.

*****

Somehow, Jack came out of the crash relatively unharmed besides the few cuts and bruises. He was for sure to be sore for the rest of the week. You however, your physical state was harder taking into account your pregnancy and they could only do so much in an ambulance.

It took them some time, but they had gotten you out safely, laying down still unmoving on a backboard. There were two of you but only one of him and with the way Jack was gripping his uniform jacket, there was no way he could leave, especially when he'd whimper at any movement he made, in hear his father would leave him alone.

Boden had dismissed him from the scene, giving him the permission to ride in the same ambulance as you, Jack not once letting go of him.

The hospital was in its usual disarray but Matt's concern was so high for you and your unborn child that he didn't even bat an eye at all the doctors and nurses running around ragged.

Natalie had seen you immediately, wasting no time in checking your physical state before scanning your stomach.

Matt could've cried when Natalie confirmed there was absolutely no harm caused besides whatever had been inflicted upon you.

After a few more checks and tests, Natalie turned to him with an understanding smile.

"She most likely has a concussion, some bruises that will definitely be sore for few weeks but nothing internal or severe."

Matt sighed in relief, his entire body deflating as he slumped back in the chair, Jack moving with him from his now permanent position in Matt's lap.

"You can go sit with her."

And so he did without any further prodding.

Walking back into the room, Matt looked your unconscious figure over, confirming with his own eyes that everything was indeed fine and you were in fact healthy.

Manoeuvring the sleeping toddler in his lap, Matt sat down and placed your hand in his. His fingers gently caressing the scars and scratches on your hands, knuckles raw and red from the sudden impact.

Closing his eyes, Matt lightly pressed a kiss into Jack's hair, his eyes stuck on you.

His little family were all safe and with him here where he wouldn't let them out of his sight. If his throat got tight and his eyes watery, glistening in the bright hospital lights, no one saw.

No one would blame a man who almost lost all his family before he could even meet its final member.

Matt sniffled, shaking away such unnecessary deprecating thoughts. You were all here now, unharmed for the most of it, and you were back with him. That was all that mattered.

[deanstead]

Worth It

Pairing: Matt Casey x Reader

Requested: no

Summary: Y/N struggles with demands from a friend, and Matt solidifies the fact he will always be in her corner.

Word Count: 2.6K+

Warnings/Tags: toxic friendships

A/N: something bugged me recently so here’s a fic! This can be a bit of a controversial take based on the context but didn’t want to go full on in the fic so anyway~ just needed to get this off my chest.

“Baby, I’m…” Matt’s voice drifted off slightly before he completed his sentence, “…home.”

You could only imagine being Matt and coming home to this sight.

You were seated in the middle of the living room in the apartment you shared with Matt, surrounded by yarn, bits of fluff stuck in your hair, sheets of sketched designs strewn across the floor.

You could feel the panic rise even more as you took in the look on Matt’s face. Especially since you couldn’t read his emotions as the anxiety clouded your brain.

“Matt, I…” 

You couldn’t continue as you felt your chest tighten just a little, the anxiety and panic clawing its way to the surface and rearing its ugly head at you. 

This had all started with Amy.

Amy.

She was a friend you’d known for almost your entire life. You’d laughed together, cried together, dreamed about the future together and talked about those dreams. Along the way, you both had stumbled, you saw less of each other, and Amy reached out less, sometimes forgetting to respond to your messages. Despite what everyone told you, you convinced yourself that it was just how life was and you made excuses for Amy’s growing absence in your life.

Then, she’d reached out to tell you she was getting married.

You felt the excitement first, remembering it like it was yesterday, how you had both talked excitedly about how you would be each other’s bridesmaids. It wasn’t a conscious memory, but it was like your brain had pulled it up, triggered by the words Amy was saying.

You didn’t even feel any apprehension when she asked if you would make the flowers for the bridesmaids. You weren’t too confident because crocheted flowers weren’t really your thing. In fact, you’d only tried it out once. So you’d told Amy you’d give it a shot, make a prototype and see how it went.

You could tell Matt hadn’t been thrilled with the idea but he didn’t say much, only offering opinions when you asked for them and keeping most of his comments focused on the task rather than Amy. Yet, you knew he was holding back. You knew Matt didn’t feel great about Amy, mainly because of the things he’d witnessed, in particular, the way she blew back into your life when it was convenient for her.

But things had been going downhill ever since you’d made the first prototype. She kept changing what she wanted, and even you were getting a little frustrated, mixed with a desire not to disappoint her.

So, having Matt stand there with a surprised look on his face in the middle of an extremely messed up living room only added to your current panic.

You felt your breath quicken and very soon, Matt’s figure was clouded by the tears you didn’t realize had pooled behind your eyes.

Without saying anything, Matt dropped whatever was in his arms, heading straight for you and folding you nice and tight into his arms. 

“Y/N, it’s okay. It’s okay.” Matt whispered quietly, and you felt the rumble of his chest before your breathing slowly evened out once again.

Matt didn’t move immediately, but his fingers brushed off the residual tears that were rolling down your cheeks.

“Sorry, I don’t…” 

Matt just tightened his arms a little and pressed a kiss firmly to the top of your head.

“Sorry,” You mumbled, scrubbing off the remnants of tears on your cheeks before glancing up at him.

Matt shook his head and leaned down for another kiss and you leaned into his embrace, temporarily forgetting about the mess in the living room.

By the time you woke up the next morning, there was barely a trace of the mess last night. The yarn was back in the boxes you had in the corner of the room and the half done flowers were laid out neatly on the kitchen counter.

No one else would have guessed what had happened the night before. 

Matt was almost on his way out, draining the last sip of his coffee and smiling as you walked into the kitchen.

He didn’t ask but just studied your face for a little longer than usual.

You smiled back at him and nodded. “Go on, I’m fine.” You assured him, even though you stepped toward him and nuzzled your face into his shoulder.

Matt pressed you lightly against him and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You know where to find me if you need me.” Matt whispered gently into your ear.

You smiled into his shoulder with a small nod before both of you pulled away and you let Matt go before he was late for shift.

Even as the door closed behind Matt, you felt it rear to the surface. This time, the feeling was different. It wasn’t even residual anxiety from the night before. You couldn’t put your finger on it but it was bugging you.

Deciding that it might be good to have a change of pace, you grabbed the materials you needed, slung the tote bag over your shoulders and left the house, figuring you’d find a nice cafe to work out of.

So you did and you had been right. A change of environment had done wonders for you and you finally had a final prototype for the new flower idea Amy had had.

You snapped a photo and sent it to Amy, quoting as reasonable a price you could for the materials and stitches. You even gave her what she called a ‘friend discount’. 

But for someone who sometimes took days to respond to you, her response was quick now.

It’s a little out of my budget.

Thereafter, she proceeded to give you a price she was willing to pay that was such a lowball, you almost dropped your phone.

It took you a moment and another few breaths to register that feeling bubbling up in your chest now. You recognised it as a more intense version of what you had been feeling that morning. Now, you could indeed put your finger on it - Disappointment.

It was disappointment that raged within you. Especially when you’d always treated Amy like a sister.

You felt it swell as you thought about the effort you’d put in all these years, even just the effort in designing flowers she would want for her wedding, and then you remembered the many times she’d blown you off, and when she’d been dating that toxic ex of hers and had cut you out of her life for more than a year until the break up.

Resisting the urge to send her a scathing reply, you stuffed the rest of your belongings into your bag and headed out the cafe, only realizing where your legs had taken you when you looked up at the firehouse in front of you.

The trucks were all parked which meant everyone was around. 

Now that you were here, you had second thoughts and you were about to retreat, thinking you’d talk to Matt during breakfast the next day when you heard an all too familiar voice call out to you.

“Y/N?”

Of course today would be the day Kelly came to get something out of his car.

“Hey, Kelly.” You greeted back, your voice sounding weird even to you.

Kelly either didn’t notice or chose not to mention it. He just smiled and nodded. “Come on, Casey’s in his office.”

You didn’t protest, letting Kelly lead you in as if it was your first time visiting the firehouse.

Everyone called out toward you with smiles and you waved back at them as you made your way through the common room and toward Matt’s office.

“Look who I found,” Kelly called with a casual rap at Matt’s door.

Matt sat up, glancing at you before smiling. “Thanks, Sev.”

Kelly winked, more at you than him, before leaving the both of you alone.

Matt got up to close his door and glanced at you. “Everything okay?”

After all, you rarely came to the firehouse without a call beforehand. Usually, you were worried about being in the way so you only came to bring them some food, especially when you’d heard it was a difficult shift.

You nodded. “Nothing big, I just…”

You held back a heavy sigh and just handed him your phone.

Matt’s eyes moved across your phone screen as he read the message and you could see the slight darkening of his expression, even though he was trying to keep it under control.

Matt looked back up at you and handed your phone back to you. “So what are you thinking?” Matt asked.

You shouldn’t have been shocked by Matthew Casey’s complete focus on your feelings, but you couldn’t help the little jolt of warmth that still filled you even though you and Matt had been dating for a long while.

You shrugged and Matt gave you a look, which just made you smile.

“Fine, I’m annoyed. It’s like every single moment with her has been flashing in my head since I got that message and the annoyance has been piling. That’s why I haven’t responded.”

“Go for it, babe.” Matt said, matter of factly.

You glanced at him with half a smile.

“You deserve to be treated with respect and I think it’s high time someone told her. And if you don’t want to do it, I’d be happy to.” Matt said, his voice laced with a subtle protectiveness.

You pulled him toward you, just so you can lay your head against him and smiled. “Thank you.”

The conversation had gone about as you’d expected. 

You tried your best to keep your side as light as possible while remaining firm, and ultimately, the decision had been for you to try to do little flower wristlets for Amy’s flower girls, instead of a large order of flowers.

You weren’t too thrilled to do it anymore, but a part of you felt obliged to, so you’d agreed.

It was only two days later that you had run into Amy when Matt had taken you out for dinner.

“Hey, I…” You greeted her even from a distance, trying to keep things as normal as possible.

But you didn’t miss the look on her face as she turned away, as if she was pretending not to see you.

Instinctively, you glanced up at Matt, your expression one of disbelief.

Matt just squeezed your hand but you could see the strain lines on his face which were a clear telltale sign he was using all his effort to hold back.

Matt was trying to reassure you, but the only thing you felt now was anger.

There was no more second-guessing on your part about whether you had been too harsh or too mean. You knew the answer. 

You were about to open a small side business for your crochet. All your friends, including Amy, knew that.

In fact, anyone who tried to ask you to make something for them had always offered you more than what you quoted, reminding you that friends didn’t take each other for a ride.

Amy was the exact opposite and what really grinded at you was the fact that she thought she was well within her rights to be angry at you.

You were a little confused but the anger had swallowed it all up.

“You want to go elsewhere?” Matt offered.

You glanced up at him.

If this had been anyone else, it might have made you avoid the situation altogether. But right now, the indignant feeling had turned into anger.

“Why should we? You put in so much effort into trying to get a reservation here. Let’s just have a good dinner.” You answered.

 This felt like a huge breakthrough moment for you, even Matt felt it - you could do anything you had set your mind to. 

You sat down with Matt in a corner of the restaurant, pretty sure that Matt had used one of his superpowers to get the both of you a great table and you turned your back on Amy, focusing all your energy and attention on the one person who was worth it.

Once the appetisers were served, you’d thrown Amy to the back of your mind, sinking into Matt’s company and enjoying the date night that both of you deserved. 

It was just as the both of you had stepped out after paying the bill when someone grabbed your arm. 

“Food’s great here, isn’t it?”

You blinked back in disbelief at Amy, who was smiling as if nothing had happened.  

It would have been much better if you hadn’t met her in front of the restaurant earlier. Now, you were just wondering what the hell she was doing.

Matt didn’t say anything, just stood by your side and waited.

“What are you doing?” You asked, unable to hold it back any longer. There was a slight tremor in your voice that no one but Matt picked up on. 

The saddest part was Amy used to be able to. Now, she just didn’t care.

That realization hit you hard but also allowed you to look her straight in the eye.

Frustratingly, Amy was staring at you as if she was confused by your question.

When you didn’t offer her any explanation, she swallowed and spoke, “Come on, Y/N. I told you I was on a budget. You’re my friend, I didn’t expect you to try and profit off my wedding.”

You glanced up at Matt just a little and he merely nodded in encouragement.

“Profit? Amy, you agreed to pay! You are literally the only person that has lowballed me for anything crochet related. I’m not even asking you to pay me for the prototypes or the materials used for it. Have you looked up the prices online? I’m profiting nothing.” You paused and looked her directly in the eye. “Look, I think this isn’t a good idea. “

“What are you saying? You don’t want to talk about it?” Amy asked, and you could hear the tone in her voice change slightly.

You sighed. “I’m saying I don’t think I can make anything for your wedding, or be your bridesmaid. I’ve said everything that needs to be said.”

“Y/N, you… What am I supposed to tell my family?”

You couldn’t hold back the chuckle that escaped your lips. You shouldn’t have expected anything else but the fact that she was more worried about having to explain what had happened to her family members who had always treated you as one of their own, spoke volumes.

“You can tell them what happened, Amy. Just remember that if anyone calls me, I’m telling the truth.”

Matt smiled and slung an arm around you, turning to lead you away before he paused.

He glanced back at Amy before he spoke, “She cared. She really cared and you threw it back in her face. She deserves someone who treats her as a friend.”

You tugged at Matt’s arm and Matt sighed before taking you away with him.

The journey home had been pretty silent and Matt only broke it as he closed the door behind the both of you and hung both your jackets by the door.

“You okay?”

You glanced up at him and nodded before you pulled back again and shrugged. “Kind of, you know? I’m upset but like it also feels lighter? If that makes sense.”

“It just has to make sense to you. The only thing important to me is how you are feeling right now.”

You stepped into Matt’s embrace and smiled against him. 

“With you? Matthew Casey, I’m on top of the freaking world.”

Matt smiled, leaning back enough to take a look at you before pressing his lips gently to yours in a deep kiss.

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[bellarkeselection]

Can you write a Matt Casey x female reader story?

Matt Casey is married to his dead best friend Andy Dardens little sister. Y/n is the PIC on ambo 61 and her partner on ambo is Gabby Dawson.

Y/n and Matt are taking care of Ben and Griffin since Heather is in prison. Everything is good between Matt and y/n, they are doing the best they can with taking care of two boys.

Y/n finds out that she is pregnant and one evening when the boys are asleep y/n tells Matt that she’s pregnant.

A little smut if you can get that in to the story, and of course if you feel comfortable with it.

Aunt & Uncle to Mom & Dad

Here's my first Matt request! Comments really appreciated ❤️

“Thanks Gabby. I’ll ride back to the house with Matt.” I called over my shoulder getting out of the passenger seat of our ambulance truck. She waved bye to me as I quickly went inside the school. Moving down the hallway I found my brother's older son Griffin sitting outside the principal's office. Putting a hand on my hip I shook my head at him asking. “Is Casey already talking with him?”

“Yes, aunt Y/n.” Griffin nodded before I opened the door and shut it behind me seeing Matt was already talking with their principal and hadn’t noticed I was there just yet.

“Believe me, Griffin and I are gonna have a long talk the minute I get off shift. This won’t happen again.”

The principal sighed heavily sitting at his desk. “I have to say, Matt. This whole childcare situation doesn’t exactly instill me with confidence.”

“We’re making the best of it.” Matt told the principal simply.

“And who exactly is we? If you don’t mind me asking?”

Waving to the pair I finally introduced my presence in the office, walking up to the principal I shook his hand sitting down beside my boyfriend. “I guess it’s time I introduce myself, I’m Y/n, Y/n Darden. Ben and Griffin are my nephews. My brother Andy was also best friends with Matt here, that’s why we were both asked to take care of them by their mother Heather.”

“And how exactly do you know Mr. Casey?” The principal shifted his gaze between the two of us.

Gently looping my fingers through Matt’s I responded knowing this all is a bit much, especially considering we aren’t even married yet. “He’s my boyfriend. And as I said a minute ago my sister in law Heather asked both of us to watch out for them until she gets out.”

“Well it’s good to know that neither of you is having to raise these two young boys by yourself.” The principal nodded and thankfully he let us take the boys home after that. Matt and I had called into our captain and let him know we weren’t going to be able to finish out our shifts tonight but that we would them up another time.

Once we all had finished eating dinner I sent the boys off to get ready for bed. Matt was cleaning up the kitchen while I went to check on the boys, finding that Ben was asleep but Griffin was still awake so I whispered into the room getting his attention. “Can’t sleep, buddy?”

“I miss my parents.” He sniffed beginning to let some tears fall down his face.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed I gently ran a hand down his back knowing it always made me feel better when my brother would do it when I was upset. “Yeah. I miss your father too, Griff. I’m going to tell you something that most people say but when I say it you should know that it’s the truth.”

“What’s that, Aunt Y/n?” Griffin asked me, looking up at me.

Tracing patterns on his back I sniffed back some tears that were appearing in the corner of my eyes when I began explaining to him. “The same pain that you feel about missing your father I feel it too. I lost my brother. A lot of people will try to understand or claim that they know what you’re going through and some do and then some don’t. But I can tell you right for certain that I understand 100% what you are feeling when it comes to missing your father.”

“Thank you, Y/n.” Griffin spun around and flung his arms around my neck, crying some happy tears.

Wrapping my arms around his waist I kissed his forehead gently holding him tightly against my body until I smelled the fabric of his shirt suddenly feeling sick to my stomach for some reason. “You’re welcome - urgh!” Separating myself from the kid I dropped down on my knees grabbing his trash can in the corner and puking the dinner that I had eaten.

Griffin jumped down from his bed running over to me with concern. “Aunt Y/n, are you okay?”

“Uh - I guess dinner isn’t setting right for me.” Wiping my hand across my mouth I cleared my throat, sending my nephew a weak smile. “I’m alright. You don’t need to worry. Now get some sleep, you’ve got school tomorrow.”

He nodded going back over to his bed and climbed underneath the covers. “Goodnight Aunt Y/n.”

Leaving the two boys' bedrooms I entered my shared bedroom with Matt going directly to the bathroom. Rummaging around in the cabinet until I found a box of pregnancy tests I had recently bought at the store. Locking the door I sat on the toilet peeing on the stick and waited for the results, hearing a knock on the other side followed by my boyfriend’s voice. “Y/n, Y/n, are you okay. Griffin told me you got sick a few minutes ago in his room.”

“Give me a minute, Matt.” I called back to him, reading the time on my phone and seeing the test should be ready. Slowly opening the bathroom door I found my boyfriend leaning in the doorway until he saw me holding a pregnancy test in my hands. “There’s something I gotta tell you. I know that you’ve always talked about having kids and I know we haven’t really been trying but it’s -“

“You’re pregnant.” A huge grin crossed Matt’s face, stopping me from finishing my sentence, scooping me up into his arms and connecting our lips in a passionate and slow kiss.

Matt signaled me to jump and I wrapped my arms around his waist still holding the test in one hand. He walked me over to the bed and I tossed the test onto the bedside table. We fell down onto the mattress finally breaking the kissing to catch our breath. “So you’re happy, Mathew?” I giggled watching him begin to remove his shirt and I shrugged my own over my head throwing it somewhere onto the floor.

“Hell yeah I’m happy.” He chuckled, nuzzling his nose with mine, helping me remove my clothes and I did the same thing to him until he was hovering over me completely naked. He scanned my face more so asking about me having his kid then having sex. “Are you okay with all this? I know your nephews are enough of a handle right now.”

“We’re first responders, Matt. Having a baby has to be easier than the things we face on a daily basis.” Laughing playfully I wrapped my arms around his neck drawing him in for a kiss. He slowly slid his body into mine and the maitress began squeaking underneath our movements.

Matt bent his head down leaving kisses down my neck until he reached the crook of my neck, I moaned instantly when he kept kissing that particular spot. “I love you, Y/n - you’re gonna be a mama.”

Grabbing the sides of his face I pressed his forehead against my own. “Love you too. You’re going to be a daddy, Matt Casey.”

Matt smashed his lips upon mine with my back being pressed against the mattress some more. “Our next goal is finally getting your name changed to Mrs. Y/n Casey.” I threaded my fingers into his already messy hair, our bodies molded together letting us get lost. Our family of four would soon become a family of five and we couldn’t be happier.

[shadowbriar]

is One Chicago fandom still alive? I've been rewatching PD and Fire and been itching to write for these characters, but I'm unsure if there'll be anyone reading..

[spncrscasey]

Mine (m.c.)

Fandom/Characters: Chicago Fire - Matt Casey x Fem!Reader, Sylvie Brett, Stella Kidd, Kelly Severide, Blake Gallo, Wallace Boden, Christopher Herrmann, Joe Cruz, Darren Ritter

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: You and Matt Casey had been secretly dating for a while, and it had gone smoothly since you worked at different firehouses. However, you were offered a job at 51 which despite seeming like a great idea, only made everything complicated.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, a bit of angst, a bunch of fluff, pet names, mention of anxiety, protective matt, kissing, happy ending

a/n: my first fic!!!!! (on tumblr that is lol) i used to write a lot on another platforms but haven't written for fun in forever (other than for school, ew lol.) so i might be a bit rusty so just yk excuse that until i get back into my flow :) anyways i hope you guys like it <3

For the last three years, you've been working as a paramedic at Firehouse 20 alongside Violet Mikami. During that time, you've come to know Blake Gallo as a result of his on-and-off relationship with her. Although he's a great guy, what made him even greater is the person he introduced you to about a year ago— your boyfriend, Captain Matthew Casey of Firehouse 51.

Where could you possibly start? His mesmerizing, smile and his charming personality drew you in in an instant. You never realized how the occasional encounters, transformed into intimate late-night conversations. And before you knew it, those late-night talks grew into romantic dinners and memorable dates.

After months of both of you dancing around one another, he finally masked up the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend. Without a moment's hesitation, you instantly said yes.

Six months have passed since then. Both of you had mutually decided to keep it private for some time in order to prevent any interference with your jobs. The only individuals who had known were your respective Chiefs, just in case something happened.

Your Chief also knew you could handle a busier station such as 51. So, he had just offered you the vacant paramedic position that was left after Foster left for Med School.

Initially, you were excited about the offer because it meant working with your boyfriend. However, now you're uncertain about accepting it as you're not sure how he’d react. While you believe he'd be as thrilled as you are, there's this nagging feeling that it would complicate things.

So you decided to call him.

"Hey Matt," You said once he picked up.

"Hi babe, everything okay? You rarely call me during shift." He replied, voice laced with concern.

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine." You assure him before nervously adding, "It's just... I have something to run by you...”

"Go ahead sweetheart, what's up?"

"You know how Foster left and ever since then there's been an open paramedic spot at 51 for a while now?"

He hums encouraging you to continue.

"Well, my Chief spoke to Boden and they both agreed that I could fill that spot if I wanted to."

"That's fantastic news!" He said excitedly. "Do you want to?"

You sighed. "I do want to. I think it would be nice to work with you and the experience of working at a busier station? That would benefit me, by a lot. I’d be able to learn so much."

"Then what's there to run by me? This is your decision Y/N." Matt questioned.

"It's your house! I don't want to interfere with the little family you all have built and make things complicated considering we'd be working together while dating and what if they take it the wrong way thinking I only got the spot because I'm with you-"

"Hey! Y/N, sweetheart, breathe." He says cutting off your rambling, trying to calm you down.

"What?" you ask, voice exasperated.

"Baby, no one's going to think anything like that. You're an amazing paramedic and you earned your spot because you're good at your job. Also, no one knows that we're together so they won't suspect a thing. We don't even have to tell them yet if you don't want to.” He said reassuringly before continuing, “And you wouldn't be interfering with anything, I can assure you that we'd all love to have you at 51. This is completely your choice though, so whether you want to transfer over here or not, you have my full support, regardless of what you decide."

You smile at Matt's words. "Thank you." You pause for a moment before resuming happily, "Okay I'm going to go tell Chief that I'm accepting the position! I'll talk to you later Matt."

"That's my girl." He says smiling before hanging up.

You swiftly head to your Chief's office and let him know that you completed the transfer paperwork and are ready to begin at 51 as soon as possible. He nods, smiling, and assures you that he will push the request forward.

It was now Monday. Which also happened to be the same day you started your first shift as the new paramedic of Firehouse 51.

God were you nervous.

You had spoken to Matt multiple times and he continuously reassured you that you had no reason to feel anxious because everyone would adore you. So why were you still panicking?

Matt liked you, Gallo liked you, and so did Boden after the short interview you two had.

You had also heard a lot about each of them through Matt, and they all sounded like wonderful people. So the odds of your new coworkers welcoming you with open arms were pretty high.

Yet despite your best efforts, you couldn't shake the feeling of anxiety that was coursing through your veins, leaving you a nervous wreck.

You let out a sigh, trying to calm your nerves as you approached the Firehouse. You bumped into Gallo on the way which instantly relieved your worries. Seeing a familiar face put your mind at ease, melting your fears away, even if it’s only for a moment.

The two of you engaged in an easy conversation as you walked into the building together.

Upon entering, you spotted a table near the rigs with several individuals seated around it. Gallo eagerly ushered you towards them, quickly introducing everyone.

"Squad, this is Y/N Y/L/N, our new paramedic!" He said as you smiled, waving at them.

Gallo then pointed at a tan, blue-eyed man who was sitting at the head of the table. "That's Lieutenant Kelly Severide. Head of Squad and those are his Squad members."

He quickly got up and shook your hand. "Nice to meet you Y/L/N."

You recognized him now. He was Matt's best friend, they'd been through thick and thin together. It was sweet actually, finally getting to put a face to the name you've been hearing so much about.

Gallo took his time introducing you to the other members of Squad, all of whom greeted you with kindness and respect.

As he slipped into conversation with them, you took the opportunity to excuse yourself and find your partner, Sylvie Brett, who you’d be spending most of your time with.

She stood out easily, being one of only two women in the house. You spotted her in the kitchen, chatting with another girl who you figured must be Stella, Severide's girlfriend. Matt had spoken to you about how amazing they were as a couple, and it always made you happy to hear about them. With a deep breath, you made your way over to them.

"Hi!" You smiled. "I'm the new paramedic here working with... Sylvie Brett?" You ask unsurly, turning your head to glance at the blonde hoping you're right.

"Yes, that's me! Hi!" She answered enthusiastically, hugging you. Matt had mentioned how sweet she was but the embrace still caught you by surprise. Regardless, you hugged her back, accepting the kind gesture. Once you pulled away you waved at the other woman who smiled back at you, introducing herself as Stella Kidd.

After conversing with them for some time and getting to know one another, you headed off to the officer quarters with the hope of seeing your boyfriend.

Once you approached the office that was referred to Matt Casey, you knocked.

"Come in." You heard so you stepped inside, closing the door behind you.

"Hi baby," You said, smiling at him. He looked up from his desk, features softening as he noticed you.

"How's my favorite girl doing?" He asked standing up to give you a brief kiss on the cheek.

"I'm great! Everyone here is so nice and fun to talk to. They've all been so welcoming." You answered excitedly.

"See, I told you everyone would love you. What's there not to?" He asked rhetorically, making you smile as he placed his hands on your waist pulling you in closer. Matt's inability to keep his hands to himself never fails to make you laugh. It was all quickly forgotten though when he drew you in for a more passionate kiss when he noticed that there weren't any prying eyes on you.

As time passed, days turned into weeks, and before you knew it, you had seamlessly become a part of them. Each member of the group welcomed you with open arms, and it felt like you had found your place within the close-knit family they had formed at 51. It seemed like you had found a lasting bond and a sense of belonging with everyone there, envisioning a permanent future among them.

You became good friends with Sylvie and Stella, established a nice mentorship with Hermann, and created a sibling-like bond with Severide.

Most importantly though, to your knowledge, no one had suspected your relationship with Matt.

You wanted to say something, you really did. You didn't want him to think you were ashamed of being with him. But you didn't want the people you had grown so close to to think that you were only offered the position because of your relationship with him; even if you were confident that they weren't the type of people to believe that.

It was an ordinary day. You and Sylvie had just returned from responding to a call— nothing too serious, just tending to a man who had been cut by a broken mirror. Together with Sylvie, you bandaged him up and sent him to Med for stitches, wishing him a speedy recovery.

You were restocking the ambulance when Sylvie spoke up, "So, did you see the way that guy looked at you?"

You almost choked on your spit at her statement, not expecting it. "How did he look at me?"

"Oh c'mon- there were literally hearts in his eyes every time you spoke up while bandaging him!" She exclaimed a bit too loudly making you shush her.

"Who had hearts in his eyes?" Matt chimed in as he walked up to you and Brett, joining your conversation.

"No one," You say brushing him off but Sylvie interjects. "This guy we were helping earlier, he totally had the hots for our new paramedic over here." She said, nudging you with her arm in a teasing manner.

"Oh, did he?" Matt asked in a tone that sounded like he was joking but you could see the way his body tensed.

"It's whatever, nothing serious. It's not like I'm going to go on a date with him." You roll your eyes trying to dismiss the situation.

"You should!" Sylvie replies happily, "You're pretty and single. He wasn't bad on the eyes either, if you know what I mean. Go have some fun girl! Who knows, he could be the love of your life." She adds, winking.

Matt gave a half-hearted smile and walked away without acknowledging Brett, leaving her looking up in confusion. "What was that about?" She asked.

"No idea," You say shortly, despite knowing exactly what was going on.

Matthew Casey was jealous.

It was quite surprising because he had never shown signs of being the jealous type. In the past, if another man approached you in his presence, he would politely ask them to leave you alone, making it clear that you were already taken. Or he’d simply put his arm around you in a protective, not-so-friendly manner, letting everyone know that you were his. It never bothered you. You found it cute, actually.

But this? This was different. He had never acted this way, which concerned you.

After you were done restocking the ambo you made your way to his office, hoping to ease the tension.

You sighed as you knocked, hearing a quick come-in before stepping inside. You noticed he had his head buried in paperwork, not even acknowledging you as you came in.

"Matt, honey, what's wrong?" You asked, worried when he still didn't look up at you. You waited for a moment before continuing once he didn't reply, "Baby talk to me."

He sighs before finally looking into your eyes. His ocean blues never failed to make you weak in the knees. So intimidating but beautiful nevertheless.

"I don't want to keep this a secret any longer." He eventually replied, motioning between the two of you.

"I don't want to either but you know we can't."

"Why can't we?" He said, tone a bit sharp, causing you to flinch for a second.

"Because-" you were cut off by a knock on Matt's door making you straighten up.

"Sorry to interrupt, but there's someone here to see you Y/N." Said Severide as he poked his head into Casey's office letting you know before heading out.

You quickly glance at Matt sighing before leaving his office, silently apologizing. You hated leaving mid conversation but this could be important. You noticed him trailing behind you as you walked out but chose not to comment on it.

Once you were outside, you recognized him as the man you had sent to Med earlier. The same man who had 'the hots' for you apparently, according to Brett.

This was going to be a long conversation.

"Hello!" He said, way too ecstatic for someone who had just been discharged from a hospital.

"Hi there, how are you feeling?" You asked, keeping the conversation polite.

"Better thanks to you, you saved my life."

"Oh, you know, no big deal! Just doing my job."

"Well, I was hoping to take you out on a date as a way of saying thank you." He said with confidence, catching you off guard.

"I'm very flattered sir but you don't need to thank me, let alone take me out on a date. I'm happy to help, love what I do." You say, hoping that gets rid of him.

By now, you were fully aware that most of the members of the firehouse were watching the interaction occur from behind you. Hence why you were aiming to wrap it up as soon as possible.

"No, no, I insist. We'll have a great time together!" He pushes.

"Like I said, thanks for the offer but I'm going to have to decline. Feel better." You say, turning around.

Before you had a chance to walk away, he grabbed your wrist harshly. Pulling you backward, making you lose your balance, and almost causing you to fall.

"Woah woah woah-" "Back off!" You hear the men hurriedly interject pushing him away from you before Matt yells, in a tone that sends shivers down your spine. "Get your hands off of my paramedic before I call the authorities. You have no right to touch her, especially after she said no."

Boden hears the commotion and steps out of his office. "What's going on over here?"

"This man put his hands on Y/N after she rejected him Chief. He was just leaving though weren't, you?" Matt replies, glaring at the man making him quickly walk away.

The second that he was out of sight, everyone turned to you. Stella speaks up, "Are you okay?"

"Don't worry guys, I'm fine." You say looking around at all of them, reassuring them that you're okay. "Thanks for the help. I'm sure he won't be coming back any time soon, especially after the way Casey glared at him." You add chuckling, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere around you.

"You'd almost think you guys were dating with the way he attacked him to defend you," Severide commented casually, using a tone that sounded like he knew something. Which you decided to ignore for the time being.

At the mention of your boyfriend though, you looked up hoping to catch a glimpse of him but noticed he was nowhere to be found which alarmed you.

As the crowd dispersed and engaged in their own conversations, you discreetly slipped away and made your way to visit Matt in his quarters, marking this as your second visit there in the last half hour.

This time though, you didn't even bother knocking and simply walked in.

When he noticed it was you, he quickly stood up concerned, “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

“Oh, I'm alright. Don't worry, it was nothing I hadn't dealt with before in this line of duty, you know how men can be sometimes.” You answered, nonchalantly.

You both stayed quiet for a moment, not knowing what to say. Finally, you decided to break the silence, “I'm sorry, Matt. I don't want to argue with you, so if it'll make you happy, we can go tell them right now.”

He sighed, turning around in his chair to look at you, “Y/N, this isn't just up to me, we’re in this relationship together. We have to make decisions like these as a team. I love you and I want everyone to know that but if you're not taking this seriously and want to go on that date instead then-”

“No! This is serious to me Matt, I love you and you know that.” You cut him off before he's able to finish the sentence. “I have eyes for you and only you, no one else matters to me but you, Matthew Casey.” You add firmly, making sure he understands that.

“Then what’s the issue here?” He asks, tired of the constant back and forth you've been having today.

You sigh and sit down on the edge of his bed before replying, “I just- I've become so close to everyone here in the last few weeks and I don't want their opinion of me to change after they find out that you and I are together. I don't want them to think that I'm only here because of you.”

“Baby…” He says in a softer tone, getting out of his seat to come sit next to you.

You don't look at him once he's sat beside you, opting to look at the floor instead.

“Hey, look at me.” He gently says taking your hands in his, grabbing your attention.

You hum as you bring your eyes up to meet his.

When he's sure you're not going to look away, he starts speaking, “Listen to me, everyone here? They're the most amazing and supportive group of people you'll ever meet. They won't dare say anything of the sort because they'd be beyond happy for us. And if they slightly even think about it, I won't hesitate to go all ‘Captain’ on them.” He says, making you chuckle.

“Besides, I don't want idiots like that guy who can't take no for an answer, hurting you again for a nonexistent chance of taking you out.” He adds.

You lean forward, pressing your forehead against his, and after a moment passes, you mutter a simple, “Okay.”

“Okay?” Matt questions.

“Yeah, okay, let’s tell them.” You reply, nodding enthusiastically.

“I want everyone to know that this handsome man right here,” You say pointing at his chest with a teasing tone, “Is of the market and mine only.”

“Yeah?” He grins.

“Mhm,” You say with an even bigger smile, before leaning in to press your lips against his.

As your lips finally touch, a wave of stillness washes over you. It feels as though the entire world has come to a halt and all that exists is the shared connection between the two of you. At that moment, nothing else matters except for the feeling of his lips against yours.

His delicate hand caresses your face, making you smile into the kiss as you pull him in closer, wrapping your arms around his neck. There's no need to hide your love for each other anymore, allowing your affection for one another to be expressed freely without the fear of secrecy. The rush of emotion flowing through you is intoxicating and God, it is an exhilarating feeling, one that you had never felt before.

Before the kiss could progress any further, you heard cheering outside making you pull away. You glance out the window to understand what the fuss is about when you notice that the blinds were left open, meaning that all of 51 just saw you kissing Matt.

Your cheeks flush with warmth, causing you to bury your face in Matt's shoulder as he laughs at your reaction. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer in a tight embrace.

You look up at him, mouthing an ‘I love you,’

He whispers back, “I love you too.”

He quickly leans in for one more peck against your lips, before bracing himself for all the questions you're about to receive once you head outside.

“You guys were betting on us?” You asked amused, raising your eyebrows at the exchange of money happening right in front of your eyes.

“Well, what were we supposed to do!?” Cruz exclaimed defensively, earning a giggle from you.

“I mean, we all knew you guys were head over heels for each other, that was obvious. We just didn't realize you had been together prior to all of this.” Added Ritter, shrugging.

“I can speak for everyone though when I say that we are all very happy for you two.” Said Herrmann, making everyone nod in agreement.

As soon as the initial stage of shock died down, Stella and Sylvie rushed over to you, enveloping you in a group hug, requesting all the juicy details. While Kelly simply gave Matt a supportive pat on the back, smiling at his best friend.

Soon, the questions regarding your relationship began pouring in. Matt drew you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist as he answered each of them one by one. You rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes briefly, basking in the serenity.

And at last, you found yourself finally feeling at ease. Your family knew, and they were happy for you. Which is all you could ask for.

[sevasey51]

Safe In Their Care

Summary: While on shift at the firehouse, a severe migraine hits you hard—accompanied by the dreaded aura and vomiting. Matt and Kelly know exactly how to help, offering support and reassurance when you need it most. Though you insist you’re fine, they refuse to let you push through the pain alone, guiding you through the worst of it and making sure you rest.

Warnings: mentions of vomiting, nausea, needles and injections

It started as a dull throb behind your eyes, a familiar feeling that you tried to ignore. You had learned to push through migraines on shift before—after all, being at the firehouse was no place to show weakness. But today, the pain crept in faster than usual, quickly escalating into something unbearable.

The flashing lights and the sounds of the firehouse faded into the background as your vision started to distort. It was a warning sign that you knew all too well: the aura. Your hands shook as you tried to keep your composure, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Each throb in your skull felt like an electric pulse, and the nausea was a relentless wave that threatened to overwhelm you.

You staggered to the back of the station, hoping to escape to a quieter area. But as you walked, the world around you spun—spinning faster than you could control. Panic crept in as you fought to steady yourself, but it was a losing battle. You could feel the sweat on your skin, the tightness in your chest. Then came the dreaded sensation of vomiting—your stomach turning in knots before you finally doubled over.

“Y/N!” The voice that broke through the haze was Kelly’s, followed by the sound of Matt’s heavy boots pounding toward you.

You managed to look up just as they reached you, concern written across both of their faces. Kelly was the first to reach you, gently guiding you into a chair while Matt held your shoulders steady, trying to keep you from collapsing under the weight of the pain.

“Hey, hey,” Kelly said softly, his hand warm and steady on your back. “Breathe. We’ve got you.”

You blinked up at him, the world still swaying and your vision a blur, but you didn’t want to show how bad it was. “I’m fine, Kelly. It’ll pass. I just need a minute.”

Matt crouched down in front of you, his hands on your knees. He was more than familiar with migraines—he knew how they could escalate in an instant, how they could leave you feeling completely helpless. “Y/N,” Matt said gently, his voice firm yet comforting, “I know it’s tough, but we’re not letting you push through this alone. It’s not worth it.”

You shook your head, trying to argue, but the words fell short. The aura was still making everything feel out of focus, and the nausea continued to roll in waves. Your stomach churned with each passing second, and the dizziness made it impossible to think clearly. You took a deep breath, still unwilling to admit just how bad it had gotten.

Matt didn’t push back. He knew you hated when things got out of control, but he also knew the signs. He looked at Kelly, and the two of them exchanged a silent understanding. Kelly nodded, then turned back to you.

“Y/N, you need to take your sumatriptan,” Kelly said, his tone calm but insistent. “It’ll help. We’ll make it as easy as possible for you, but you have to take it now.”

You looked at the small injection in Matt’s hand, the familiar sting of the needle already making your body tense. You hated the idea of taking it, the vulnerability it made you feel, but deep down, you knew it was the only thing that would give you any relief. You gave a reluctant sigh, not wanting to admit how bad the pain really was.

“Fine,” you muttered, holding out your arm, not meeting either of their eyes. “Just… just get it over with.”

Matt’s expression softened as he prepared the needle, then gently administered it into your arm. The sting was sharp, but it was over quickly. He didn’t say anything at first—he just sat back and rubbed your shoulder, letting you adjust to the sudden wave of warmth that came with the medication.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice strained and hoarse from the vomiting. You hated that you needed the help, but it was a relief to know that Matt and Kelly were there, that they wouldn’t let you fall apart alone.

“Of course, Bug,” Kelly said, his voice soothing as he ran a hand through your hair. “We’re here. You just need to rest. It’s okay to take a break.”

Matt stood up slowly and gently helped you to your feet, his hand never leaving your back. “You’re not going back to work, Y/N. Not while you’re like this. Let’s get you to my office so you can rest.”

You tried to protest, tried to tell them you were fine, but your body wasn’t listening. The medication was kicking in, but it hadn’t fully taken hold yet, and the pain was still strong. Kelly and Matt didn’t give you the chance to argue. They guided you to Matt’s office, a quiet, dimly lit space away from the chaos of the firehouse. Kelly helped you settle into the worn-out couch, his touch gentle as he tucked a blanket around you.

“You’re going to rest, okay?” Matt said, sitting beside you. His eyes were soft with concern. “I’m going to stay right here with you. You don’t have to push through this on your own.”

You closed your eyes, trying to block out the world. “I’m fine,” you muttered again, but the words were weak, and you knew they weren’t true. You could feel the exhaustion creeping in, the relief slowly beginning to take hold.

Kelly smiled, his voice warm as he gently rubbed your back. “We know. Just close your eyes. We’ve got it from here.”

Matt pulled up a chair beside the couch, never taking his eyes off you, staying vigilant but calm as he kept a hand on your arm. The minutes passed slowly, but gradually, the world started to return to its usual clarity. The sharp pain in your skull began to dull, replaced by a softer ache. The nausea, too, began to subside.

“Better?” Matt asked quietly after some time, his voice full of that unspoken care you had come to rely on.

You nodded, your body feeling lighter, the worst of the migraine now behind you. “Yeah,” you whispered. “Much better.”

Kelly’s hand stayed resting on your shoulder, his touch still warm and comforting. “You just needed a little time, Bug. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

Matt smiled softly, his gaze steady on you. “You’re strong, but it’s okay to lean on us when it gets tough. We’ll always be here.”

As the pain receded and your body began to relax, you allowed yourself to sink into the softness of the couch, comforted by the presence of Matt and Kelly. The firehouse might be busy, chaotic, and loud, but in this small, quiet space, you knew you were safe. You weren’t alone. And for once, that was enough.

Guys I’m back kinda, I thought I’d share this - since I haven’t been all that active I’ve been back at work. Only a month to go! But I hope you all enjoy this and thank you for all of the continuous love on my other Chicago fire fics! 🫶🏻

[witchygagirlwrites]

Fix You-Part 1

Kelly Severide x Reader x Matt Casey/ Sevasey x Reader

You get sent to Firehouse fifty one as a temporary placement when a paramedic is needed. Your first day you meet the house Captain and Rescue Squad Lieutenant.

“Where’s your placement?” your sister asked as you balanced your phone between your ear and shoulder, trying to gather everything you needed to get out of the door. “Firehouse fifty one. They need a new partner for Brett after Dawson moved. I’ve worked with the rig in passing but this will pretty much be my first time working with the truck or rescue squad” you told her as you rushed out of your apartment, locking the door behind yourself.

You’d met with Chief Boden already along with Sylvie Brett but when you’d met with the two of them it had only been them. Today would be your official introduction as a temporary member of the house. You knew most of the firemen by name and face at the very least but you would be there for ten months. You’d hopefully build at least a few friendships.

You parked your truck across the street where Boden told you it was ok then grabbed your gear and headed over to the station house. Sylvie spotted you and stepped out of the bays to meet you halfway “Hey Y/N” you grinned “Sylvie! Glad you’re here already. I would’ve hated to walk into this without at least one friendly face at my side” she laughed and slipped her arm through yours “They’re not that bad, really”

You raised an eyebrow and she shrugged “Ok, well they’re not worse than any other house” you laughed “Now that I believe”

The two of you walked into the bays and you spotted a few men sitting around a table, one in a freaking recliner. “Who’s the grandpa?” you asked without thinking about it and when he turned around you wanted the floor to open up and swallow you. It was Squad Three Lieutenant Kelly Severide. A grin slipped onto his face as he stood up to face you “Who’s the spitfire Brett?”

You recovered from the embarrassment fast enough to smirk “Spitfire huh? I kinda like that. Name’s Y/N. I’m the temp paramedic here as a partner for Brett until Boden finds someone who’s a fit” he nodded as you held your hand out. He shook it then winked at you “Think I’ll stick with Spitfire, suits ya just fine” 

Matt Casey, the house Captain, walked out behind him and put a hand on his shoulder “Is this idiot bothering you ladies?” you shook your head “My fault really, I called him a grandpa” 

A grin split Matt’s face at that as he cut his eyes at Kelly, affectionately running his hand over the other man’s grey hair “Grandpa huh?” “Don’t you dare babe” Kelly replied then nodded at you “This is Y/N, the temp para but I think we’re gonna call her spitfire”

Matt looked back at you “Spitfire?” you shrugged “I like it” he nodded “Then it’s settled. Sylvie will show you around, get you a locker. If you need anything feel free to holler at me or Kelly” you nodded “Thanks”

Within about a week or two  you were on a first name basis with everyone you were on shift with and knew everyone who worked out of the station house. It was a family of sorts and even though you were only a visitor they were welcoming you in with no hesitation. 

“Why are you working as a temp?” Cruz asked one day when all of you were picking at breakfast before any calls had come in. You shrugged and sipped the coffee in your hands ���Haven’t really found a house that fits me. This way I’m still doing what I love and helping houses that need it in the meantime” Kelly leaned back from where he was sitting across the room next to Matt and you knew the moment he grinned he was about to tease you “So you’re a stray sniffing around for a home?” 

Matt slapped him behind the head then looked at you “I’m sorry. I’ve been trying to house train him for years but it hasn’t taken” you laughed as Kelly rubbed his head and cut his eyes at his boyfriend. “It’s fine Matt, he isn’t wrong really”  “Think you may stay here?” Sylvie asked and you shrugged, feeling very much like you were in the hot seat “I don’t know yet. I mean I like working here so far but it’s a little too soon to tell”

Matt met your eyes and you knew he could tell you were uncomfortable because he cleared his throat “That’s enough with the twenty questions” you shot him a small smile as a thank you as everyone turned their attention back to their food or other conversations. 

A call rang out for a structure fire needing the truck, rescue and ambulance so everyone was on their feet and in motion, any semblance of breakfast long forgotten as you headed for the bays. 

You ran past Matt and smiled “Thanks for that” he nodded so you hurried to hop into the driver’s seat of the rig as he ran to the truck and Kelly ran to the rescue squad. Sylvie cut her eyes at you as you fell into the line of vehicles as they pulled out onto the road “I think you’ll end up staying”  You laughed lightly “That you thinking or hoping Brett?” She shrugged “Little bit of both?”

You walked into your apartment and considered for a second just crashing across your couch instead of making it to your bed but your phone chimed with a text from Sylvie We’re going to Mollys. You in?

You were tired but it was a friday and you were off the next two days…screw it. You texted back Meet ya in twenty? And she replied See you there!

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You walked into Mollys and spotted Sylvie sitting with a few women from med and the twenty first so you headed towards her. You smiled when Kim Burgess greeted you “How’s fifty one treating you?” you cut your eyes at Sylvie then nodded “Best partner I’ve had yet” and Sylvie grinned broadly. You looked around “Where is the rest of your unit Burgess?” she shrugged “Adam is currently retrieving our drinks, we got you one too. Jay and Mouse are over there in a booth with Fireball” she nodded and you saw the men in question with their girlfriend. You knew Fireball well, she was a trauma nurse at Chicago med. One of the best you’d seen. Probably from her time as a combat medic, from what you’d gathered that was how the three of them had met.

“Where’s the other two?” you asked and she grinned “Kevin has a date with that new nurse from med that just moved here from scotland and Firecracker stayed in tonight with Will and Connor”  you nodded as Adam made it back to the table carrying the drinks and passed them out, shooting you a smile “Here ya go spitfire. If it’s not right, blame your partner” you laughed “It’s fine Adam. A free drink is a free drink. Especially one I know I can trust”

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You and Sylvie had Adam and Kim laughing about a call you responded to where a frat guy got his head caught in a stair railing. “He was breathing fine, not in distress but I swear it reminded me of something that would’ve happened in a movie from the eighties” you laughed around your drink.

You’d only drink two with alcohol then switched to soda but the company was good so you were still enjoying the night out. “There’s our medics” you heard Matt’s voice and cut your eyes up with a smile “Captain” he shook his head “We’re not at work, just call me Matt” you nodded “Ok Matt” Kelly grinned at you from next to him “And you always call me Kelly anyways” you laughed “That’s cause Matt always acts like a captain. You only act like a lieutenant when we’re actively on a call”

They nodded to the table “Can we join you four?” you shrugged and looked around. Sylvie shrugged and Adam patted the table “Sure” Kelly went to grab them drinks as Matt sat down next to you. “So, spitfire, how long is your contract for anyways?” you grinned “Trying to get rid of me already?” he raised an eyebrow so you grinned “Ten months unless I put in a request to stay. Boden said I’d have that option as soon as six months hit”

Sylvie gasped “You did not tell me that” you grinned “Because I don’t want the twenty question game to start back up” Matt shook his head “It won’t. I won’t let it” “Thank you” you replied and turned back to your previously abandoned conversation with Sylvie and Kim as Matt started talking to Adam then Kelly came back over and joined their conversation as well. Maybe you could find a place at Fifty one? 

It was still a little soon to tell but it was starting to feel like home already.

@desimarie12

[ramblings-in-imagination]

Stay With Me

Wind whipped across the water as Squad 3, Truck 81, and Ambulance 61 arrived on scene. A boat had capsized just off the pier — multiple people thrown into the water. Screams echoed as bystanders gathered.

“Victim spotted near the rocks!” shouted a patrol officer.

“Squad with me!” Severide barked, already shrugging on his drysuit.

You knelt beside the dock edge with your trauma kit, reaching for a dazed man who had just been pulled out. He was coughing up water, disoriented, combative.

Jay Halstead, already soaked from dragging him in, leaned over. “We need to sedate him. He’s not stable.”

You tried to keep the man calm. “Sir, it’s okay—you’re safe. You’re out of the water—”

But he flailed, panicked. And then—

CRACK.

His leg shot out in a wild kick—striking you hard in the temple.

You gasped as the world spun.

Your head hit the edge of the dock.

Then everything went black.

Below the Surface

You sank fast.

Your limbs barely moved. Blood from the gash on your scalp swirled in lazy clouds around you.

Somewhere far above, voices were shouting. Sirens were wailing. But down here, it was quiet.

Your body begged you to surface.

But your mind whispered: “It’s okay to let go.”

The pain throbbed behind your eyes. Darkness pressed against your ribs. You wondered: What if I just stayed down here?

You thought of Severide’s laugh. Matt’s overprotective texts. Jay’s dumb jokes and coffee runs.

You missed them. You didn’t want to leave.

But maybe it was easier than fighting…

Topside – 17:49

“WHERE IS SHE?!” Severide’s voice cracked as he bolted across the dock.

Jay shoved the combative patient into the arms of two uniforms and spun, panting. “She went under—he kicked her. I didn’t even see her fall—”

“Diver in the water!” Severide yelled into his radio. “NOW!”

But he didn’t wait. He yanked off his coat and dove in.

Matt Casey pushed through the crowd just in time to hear it.

“What do you mean she went under? That’s my sister!”

Cruz held him back. “They’re looking, Matt! Severide’s down there!”

You floated like a puppet without strings.

But then—

Strong arms wrapped around you.

You didn’t have to open your eyes to know who it was. You felt the heat of his chest even in the freezing water. You heard his voice even through the pressure of unconsciousness.

“Come on, babe. Don’t do this. I got you.”

He broke the surface with you in his arms.

“CLEAR THE DOCK!” someone shouted. “GET THE STRETCHER READY!”

Back on the Dock – 17:52

They hauled both of you up. Severide didn’t let go. He was shouting your name over and over, even as Brett started compressions.

“She’s in PEA!” she yelled. “We need to push Epi, start bagging!”

Casey stood frozen—helmet off, eyes wide in horror.

Jay was next to him, soaked, gripping his shoulder. “They’ll get her back. You know they will.”

“Why the hell wasn’t I there?” Matt choked out.

Severide knelt beside you, drenched and shaking. “Please,” he whispered, brushing hair from your bloody temple. “You don’t get to leave me like this.”

The monitor blipped—

Then again.

And again.

Pulse restored.

Ambulance – En Route to Med – 18:04

Your eyes fluttered. Gurgled breaths. Then a cough.

Severide leaned in, gripping your hand tightly. “Hey. Hey. Look at me. You’re okay. You’re back.”

You blinked slowly, dazed. “Did I mess up the rescue?”

Jay laughed — watery and strained — from the corner. “Only a little. But I’ll give you a pass.”

Matt’s voice came through the radio on speaker. “Tell her I’m gonna kill her for scaring me.”

You smiled faintly, then winced. “Head hurts.”

Brett looked back, relieved. “Yeah. That’s the part where you got kicked in the face, remember?”

You gave a breathy laugh.

And clutched Severide’s hand tighter.

[sevcasejay1chicago]

Life Lines- Severide x Casey x reader

Summary: Multi-car pileups and morning sickness do not mix.

🚨Warnings: Illusion to people/ children dy!ng, possibly violent descriptions of vomiting, Needles mentioned. 🚨

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Calls with kids were always rough, but even worse since you found out you were pregnant. Right now, while you were pregnant at least, you are driving the truck and operating the aerial. You were to help ambo on any calls that did not impose a safety concern to you and the baby.

On this particular call, truck was called out to assist in a major car accident. Squad was tied down elsewhere, so you guys were it. Upon arrival, you all sucked in a huge breath.

“Holy shit.” Gallo muttered, staring right past your shoulder at the scene you were pulling the rig up to.

This was a multi-car pileup. Bodies were scattered around. Bystanders were helping wherever they could until help arrived, but you could tell some were a lost cause. As soon as you put the rig in park, the back cleared pretty quickly. Matt grabbed your arm from across the console.

“Hey.” Matt whispered, lightly rubbing a hand over your arm. “You can stay here or help ambo. No heavy lifting, okay?” Matt asked, slightly concerned with the paleness of your face.

You nodded, not daring to open your mouth. From your vantage point, you saw a small body in the street. As soon as you approached, your eyes landed on him and you knew that kid was in bad shape. It made you physically sick. You could tell he hadn’t been properly buckled, which means someone fucked up and that made you angry and sick all at the same time.

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Once the call was over, Matt decided that Mouch needed to drive back. The crew was extremely concerned by how pale you had gotten and Stella was in charge of keeping an eye on you on the ride back. Matt messaged Kelly, knowing that he was already back at the station, to give him a heads up and have him meet them on the app floor.

So, once Mouch had the rig still, Kelly was waiting for you to hop out of the rig and into his arms. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was for you to run past him and toward the bathrooms. He was quick on your heels, putting the situation together pretty quickly.

Once you were in one of the stalls, you immediately projectile vomited into the toilet. If it wasn’t for Kelly catching you around the waist and slowly guiding your ascent to the floor, you would have slammed onto your knees and possibly hit your belly on the way down.

“Oh baby.” Kelly exhaled, kneeling behind you and rubbing your back with the hand that wasn’t secured around your chest. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

Matt came barging in after you started heaving the second round into the toilet. “I knew something was up, God babe. I should have benched her.” Matt couldn’t fit in the stall and he was growing antsy as he stressed over your well being. He paced back and forth, rubbing the back of his neck as he pondered on what his next move should be. “You got her Kel?”

“Yeah.” Kelly said, lightly squeezing the back of your neck and holding you by the waist. “Can you get some water and a wash cloth? Maybe see if Brett is here and can get her some Zofran?”

“I’m on it. I’ll be right back sweetheart.” Matt called, running out the door and toward the ambo that was parked on the apparatus floor. He wasn’t sure if you could hear him, but it made him feel less like he was abandoning you when you needed him.

“Breathe baby girl. Just breathe.” Kelly murmured, rubbing your back slowly. He didn’t like the pallor of your face or the way you shook in his embrace. He wants nothing more than to have shielded you from this or to switch places with you.

You were sweating and very uncomfortable. The nausea was hitting you hard and in waves. You were still in the first trimester and the morning sickness had been killer, but this was insane. Your emotions were making this so much worse. You gasped around a heave, shaking and crying as your body fought to rid itself of everything in your system.

“Baby. I need you to try and calm down.” Kelly whispered. “It’s okay. Try to take some deep breaths for me. You can do it.” He coached, hoping to help calm you down some.

You nodded to show Kelly that you heard him. You were really trying and you were hoping that Matt would be back with that Zofran soon. Everything was spinning. You were vomiting less, but your stomach kept heaving. You held your forehead with one hand and clutched Kelly’s arm with the other. You were doing your best to ground yourself, but it was a slow, and almost hopeless, process.

Matt came back into the room as you started just dry heaving. He had a needle full of Zofran and an IV with a bag of fluids in the other. “Kelly.” Matt called, grabbing his attention for long enough to hand over the needle.

Kelly gave you the shot of Zofran, took the sick bag that Matt must of pulled out of his pocket and put it in your hand. Kelly guided you out of the stall and lifted you gently to sit you on the counter by the sink. Matt flushed the toilet before coming back to you and Kelly with the supplies from Brett in his arms. You had the sick bag under your chin and your forehead resting on Kelly’s shoulder. Every now and then, you would gag into the sick bag, causing your forehead to bump into Kelly’s collar bone, but he held you steady and comforted you through it.

“Sh Sh Sh. Breathe sweetheart.” Kelly whispered, kissing the crown of your head and rubbing your back. “It’s over. It’s okay.” Kelly turned his eyes to Matt in the mirror. Matt was chewing on his thumb nail and studying you. “What is it?” Kelly asked Matt, drawing Matt’s attention to him.

“There was this kid on the call.” Matt said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I think that’s what started this.”

You nodded into Kelly to confirm Matt’s suspicions. You were breathing a little slower now, practically melting into Kelly. You were exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go home and snuggle with your boys.

Kelly nodded and kissed your head again. Since Kelly was sure you were done, he offered you some water to rinse with and some mouth wash. Matt switcher places with Kelly then handed over the IV to let him get the line in, seeing as Matt was shaking from the adrenaline high he was coming down from and did not have steady hands at all. You have always been a hard stick to begin with, so Matt wanted to save you from the torture of him digging for a vein and just let Kelly do it.

You closed your eyes, turning your face into Matt’s neck while Kelly did his thing incase you opened your eyes. You knew you needed these fluids now, especially after that episode and with the shot you were given. You didn’t like it, but it had to be done. Plus, the faster you complied, the faster you could lay down.

After the IV was in and the fluids were started, Matt held the bag while Kelly helped you change out and get into some sweat pants. The boys led you to their office, which they now shared. They laid you down and Kelly set off to speak to Boden about the rest of shift.

Matt sat down next to your half asleep form, pushing the flyaways off of your face. “Better?” He whispered, looking you directly in the eyes.

You nodded and hummed your affirmation. You were exhausted. You were fighting to stay awake to see what the rest of the shift would bring.

Kelly walked back in a few minutes later and found Matt carding his fingers through your hair. “Hey. Chief said that he called subs in for all of us. We can go home after you finished the drip or stay and sleep.”

“It’ll be quieter at home.” Matt said, looking down at you again.

“I’m scared to sleep. I don’t want to see it.” You whispered, covering your face with your hands.

Matt sighed and started pulling your hands away from your face. “I know. We will be there though.” Matt soothed, rubbing your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“Finish that and then we’ll go home. You and the baby need rest.” Kelly said, coming to sit next to you on the other side of the mattress.You nodded and reached for their hands, using them as your life lines.

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"When we get home, I'm gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy/ass so hard you can't see straight."

Matt Casey x reader or Brian Zvonecek x reader

Tease - [ Matt Casey] 18+

Prompt: “When we get home, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy so hard you can’t see straight.”

Word Count: 1211

Warnings: female!reader, smut - [ dirty talk, brief vaginal fingering, p in v sex ]

A/N: went with matt bc i don’t have much for him

Masterlist | Matt Masterlist

You’d never have expected Matt to have such a dirty mind, let alone a dirty mouth. But when you riled him up. Whether it be by flirting with him in the common room or purposely pushing yourself up against him in the locker room, he could get to be quite the filthy talker.

And that was evidently proven when he dragged you into his office after having had enough of your teasing for one day, deciding it was high time he did some of his own just to see how you liked it. He drew the blinds, inciting heat deep in your core as he only ever did that when he intended for things to get steamy.

Pulling you close to him, Matt fell back into his chair, which rolled slightly across the floor and banged into the wall. You were quick to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him deeply. Passionately. Enough that he almost forgot what he brought you in here for.

“When we get home…” Matt whispered, digging his fingers deep into the fleshed of your clothed ass as you ground your hips down against him, making him twitch beneath his pants and almost lose his train of thought.

Again.

His eyelids fluttered, breath hitching in his throat as he tightened his hold on you, stopping you from doing it a second time otherwise he’d never be able to actually get his teasing words out.

“Fuck…” Matt groaned lightly, his hold not quite tight enough as you managed to get one more grind of your hips in before he pulled you closer to his chest, feeling the soft mounds of your breasts pressed against him. “When we get home, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy so hard you can’t see straight.”

“Why wait? Why not do it now?” You replied breathlessly. Like a dog in heat. Practically begging him to pin you down and fuck you as the mere heat that had formed between your legs at his words was unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

You didn’t know if you’d have been able to wait so long to feel him absolutely destroy you, and perhaps you shouldn’t have been so intent on teasing him as you could tell he was trying to play a dirty game. Luckily for you though, you were great at games and oftentimes you got exactly what you wanted.

“You want me to fuck you now?” Matt questioned, grazing his knuckles down your chest and feeling the hardness of your nipples poke through your bra. He carried on, every inch closer he got to your lower half making your legs tighten around his. “Want me to pin you down on my bunk and fuck that tight little pussy of yours?”

“I want you to fuck me, baby.” You whispered, the desperation slipping shamelessly through your lips.

Especially when his hand delved beneath the dark material of your pants, working their way under the already soaked material of your panties. He began to drag his fingers painfully slowly across you, feeling just how wet you were for him and finding pleasure in the soft whine you let out from his touch.

“Fuck, Matt…” You couldn’t help the gentle moan from escaping your throat at the way he teased you. Pushing his fingers into your pussy barely a centimetre before pulling back out, in the exact way he knew drove you crazy and left you craving more. “God, please fuck me… Let me feel that huge cock inside me.”

You knew he couldn’t resist it when you talked dirty. Especially in that tone. That heated, whining, desperation filled tone that could have him leaking under his boxers the second it left those soft lips of yours. The ones that were currently exploring his neck, your hot breath puffing out over his skin as he continued to tease you, rubbing his thumb over your clit just lightly enough that it couldn't give you exactly what you wanted just yet.

Which is what Matt wanted. He wanted you like this. Desperate. Craving more and the second a throaty gasp left your lips when he applied just a touch more pressure, he was on his feet and tossing you down onto his bunk before you could comprehend what was happening.

“Forget waiting.” Matt practically growled, pupils blown wide with lust as he freed you of your pants. “I’m gonna pound that sweet pussy now.”

You could tell by his face that he was serious. That you were in for a rough time and it only turned you on more. You watched as he grabbed your panties, almost ripping them off you in attempts to get you out of them. He bunched them up, shoving them into your mouth in best efforts to keep you somewhat quiet as he didn’t think the firehouse would appreciate hearing him destroy you.

You spread your legs as wide as you could, riddled with hunger as you did nothing but watch as he pulled his cock from his pants. It sprang up almost instantly, rock hard already and dripping from the tip. He gave it a few quick pumps, biting back a moan as he stared directly between your legs.

“You ready, baby?” He asked, stroking his length a few more times before positioning himself on top of you. You nodded, your hand running down his still clothed chest, fingers wrapping around his cock as you gave it a gentle tug towards you, a deep, rattling moan escaping his lips as you did.

The muffled cry that erupted through the panties in your mouth as he bottomed out in one quick motion was enough to get Matt going completely. The speed at which he moved was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, his hips slamming against your thighs as he made good on his word of pounding your pussy until you couldn’t see straight.

You already couldn't see straight and it hadn’t even been a minute yet. But you loved every damn second of it. The slight hint of pain only added to that intense pleasure coursing through your veins. Your lower abdomen was on fire, tightening faster than ever with each thrust of his cock, reaching deeper inside you than it ever had before and sending you to heights you never thought you’d reach.

You made a mental note to rile him up like this more often as when your orgasm hit, it was as though you’d ascended to heaven. Like you were floating from your body and for a good thirty seconds, you saw nothing but white as Matt carried you through it, prolonging it to the point where you had to tell him to stop before you became too overstimulated that it started to hurt.

Luckily though, it only took Matt two more deep thrusts to reach his own end, collapsing on top of you as though he’d just ran a marathon and then fought a blazing fire. You were both sweating, unable to breathe let alone speak but that didn’t stop him from kissing you, pushing your hair back from your face as his lips worked lightly, gently, against yours before he whispered, smugly.

“Same time next shift?”

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Hey!

Can you do a Jesse Spencer x reader?

What if Jesse meet y/n when he started to work on Chicago Fire. Y/n was one of the make up and hair stylist, she was just in her early 20s.

Jesse and y/n started to date, after a few years they got engaged and eventually got married.

Now 2025 they are still married and they have a daughter who is almost 3 years old and another baby girl on there way.

Something about Jesse being an amazing father and husband.

Jesse Spencer- Take Care Of You

The sun was just beginning to rise casting a warm golden hue in the bedroom Jesse and his wife shared. They had met over 10 years ago on the set of Chicago Fire. Jesse being an actor while YN was the makeup artist on set. A friendship between the pare blossomed, which soon turned into romance. Their first official date was a simple affair, a cozy dinner at a local Italian restaurant. 6 years after dating Jesse propose and a year later they were married, little did the couple knownYN was pregnant and 8 months later YN gave birth to a baby girl they named Emma.

Now in 2025 YN wakes up to Jesse peppering kisses all over her face

“Good morning to you too” YN smiles “what time is it?”

“8:30”

“And Emma isn’t awake yet?” normally the young girl would be awake at the crack of dawn, jumping on her mum and dads bed

“She’s up, dressed and now watching cartoons” and there it is she’s awake “I thought you deserved an extra hour in bed, after all your working hard to develop our baby” Jesse’ s hand moves to cradle YNs small bump. She was currently 6 month pregnant with their second girl “Emma wants to go to the park, I’ve managed to convince her to at least wait until you were up and dress and we’ve all head breakfast” YN chuckles

“Ok I’ll get up now”

By 11am the couple and their daughter were at the park. YN had sat down on a nearby bench, watching her husband run around after their lovely 3 year old. She had always known Jesse would be a wonderful father, but watching him climbing up the slide with Emma made YN fall more in love with Jesse than she ever thought she could

“Catch me if you can, Daddy!” Emma called full of giggles as she runs away as Jesse is still at the top of the slide

“I’ll get you!” Jesse calls out. YN places a hand on her bump excited to see what the dynamic within the family will be like in 3 months time.

An hour later YN and Jesse decide to make their way back home

“Mummy I’m hungry”

“I’ll make some lunch” YN says taking her coat off

“Go sit down, I’ll make lunch for us”

“Thank you” YN kisses Jesse on the cheek and takes Emma into the living room where Emma gets out some blocks to play with. Jesse makes lunch for everyone, which Emma eats as if she’s been starved, since a baby she’s always loved food. After lunch YN heads into the kitchen to clean up, Jesse walks in behind her “before you say anything I’m fine. Washing up won’t hurt me”

“I know but I just like taking care of you and Emma”

“And I appreciate that, but while I wash up you should go and sit and relax for a bit”

“Ok” with that Jesse kisses YNs cheek and walks back into the living room, but of course he can’t just sit down and relax, he goes straight to playing with his daughter.

[deanstead]

Safe Space

Pairing: Matt Casey x Reader

Requested: no

Summary: After a bad day, Y/N returns home to her very own safe space.

Word Count: 800+

Tags/Warnings: fluff

A/N: Written for my best girl @seatsbythepit, I hope you like this!

MATT CASEY MASTERLIST

Days like these were the worst.

It was bad enough you’d had to cover for people who weren’t pulling their own weight in the team. But of course, like they said, bad things came in threes. At least it was never just one thing.

Everything that seemed to go wrong, did. Then, there came the finger pointing, the backstabbing, and your boss’ yelling.

You were practically drained by the time the office was emptying out.

Yet, the universe didn’t seem to be ready to let you off for the day.

You’d passed a cafe on your way back, grabbing an ice cream on a whim, hoping that your mood would have improved by the time you saw Matt that evening. You weren’t crazy about ending the day on a less than happy note, and you hated making Matt feel down with you as well.

You’d just taken two steps down the street with the ice cream in your hand when a guy had rushed past, practically crashing into you.

The force sent you stumbling at least three steps backward, and you’d barely managed to stay upright but your ice cream had ended up top down on the street.

“Would you at least watch where you’re going!” The guy yelled.

On any other day you might have ignored him, but you’d had more than enough unreasonable people in your face for the day.

“You bumped into me.” You responded, keeping your voice as even as you could. “And that’s my ice cream you knocked out of my hand.”

The man glared at you, flashing a rude sign at you and muttering about how you were lucky he was in a rush before he continued his way down the street.

That only served to worsen your mood but you headed home anyway, feeling the fatigue of the day start to hit you.

You stood outside the door of the apartment you shared with Matt for just a minute. You weren’t sure if Matt was already home. He wasn’t on shift today but he’d been working on a construction project and hadn’t been sure of his timing.

Just in case, you steadied your emotions as best as you could before you opened the door.

Matt was indeed home, and he heard you the moment the door opened.

“Hey babe!” You heard his voice first, before he appeared before you, leaning in to give you a welcome home kiss. “You’re a little later than usual.”

You smiled back at Matt, feeling your emotions stabilize a little just by seeing him standing in front of you. “Yeah, I just took a little detour to pick up some things.”

Your words sounded lame as you heard them, but even so, you thought you’d handled it pretty well, considering.

Matt, however, seemed to pick up on everything. The look in your eyes, the tone in your voice, or the smile that didn’t fully reach your eyes.

Matt's brows furrowed, just a little. “Y/N?”

You weren’t sure what it was that caused the prick of tears. Maybe it was the soft tone of Matt’s voice, or just the fact that Matt was standing right in front of you.

“Yeah, I’m…” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before Matt pulled you into his arms, your face fitting snugly into his shoulder.

That was all it took before you were a mess, the frustrations of the day seeming to flow out with each tear that soaked into Matt’s shirt.

Matt didn’t ask you anything, merely holding you tight against him.

When your shoulders stopped shaking, Matt spoke, “We’ve got pasta and I can pop out the wine that Kelly brought the last time he was here.”

You smiled through the residual tears. “Sounds perfect.”

That’s how you and Matt ended up on the couch after the meal, the plates forgotten in the dishwasher as you cuddled into his side. The television was on, but you weren’t really paying attention, your head laying on Matt’s chest, close enough that you could hear the regular thump of his heart.

“You want to talk about it?” Matt asked quietly, adjusting the quilt he’d draped over you earlier.

You shrugged but told him anyway, starting to feel a little stupid about your mini meltdown.

“It’s not really a big deal, I don’t know why…”

“Hey.” Matt interrupted you. “If it's a big deal to you, it's a big deal."

You didn’t say anything, merely scooting closer.

Matt’s arm tightened around you. “But I’m glad you know I��m here. No matter what.”

That’s when it hit you, the realization of what had caused the onslaught of tears. The only place you could let go, be yourself and allow your emotions to take over was your safe place.

“Thank you Matt.” You whispered quietly, almost to yourself.

Matt pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “I love you too.” He responded.

This was indeed your very own safe place - Matthew Casey.

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You can take it - Matt Casey [18+]

Requested: yes

Word count: 3,072

Warnings:… smut [teasing, degrading, praise, overstimulation, choking, unprotected sex (wrap it), brief oral - f receiving, dirty talk, lots of begging..], cocky!matt 🫠

A/n: ohhhh my gooooood

Masterlist

Laying in bed with your boyfriend was the best part of your day. Always was. Especially when you just wanted to feel him around you in every way possible. Currently he had his arm under your neck, hand properly in your hair, just absentmindedly carding it through his fingers.

The opposite arm was resting on your hip, hand intertwined with yours as you let out a soft sigh. “You know what would look,” You started, pulling his hand just slightly up your side. Matt hummed faintly, glancing down at you regardless of the fact he couldn’t see your face. “Really good around my neck?”

For some reason just feeling Matt’s skin against yours had arousal bubbling in your abdomen, shifting just slightly to look up at him. His eyebrows were pulled together, eyes locked into yours. Gently you pulled at his fingers, the realization hitting on his face, “Oh-” In all honesty, he’d never even thought about choking.

Sure, he’d seen it done plenty of times in the porn he’d seen, but actually doing it? That was a different level. But as you nodded, dropping his hand and leaning over him to kiss him, he decided that he would do literally anything you wanted.

Not that that wasn’t already true. He’d find a way to walk on water if you had asked him to. But now, as your lips locked onto his, the roughness grew until he couldn’t stand being underneath you anymore.

Easily he flipped you onto your back, fingers trailing over your hips and up your sides. Matt slipped his hand under the loose shirt of his that you had on, “God you look so good in my clothes.” He muttered, leaving small marks from your jaw and down your neck that were certainly going to be there tomorrow.

That was his thing, he loved making sure everyone that worked with you knew that just because you were a bartender at a club didn’t mean you were free for them to grab at. You were taken and by a guy that would not hesitate to break someone’s face in for you.

“I think I look better without them,” You whispered in his ear, hearing the deep breath he sucked in. As smoothly as he could, he lifted the t-shirt, pulling it off and throwing it blindly to the side, face immediately going to your cleavage.

Now, you weren’t exactly cursed with a small chest and Matt would gladly live in the valley of your breasts if he could. One of his hands lifted, massaging one of them, his lips trailing underneath the other before they caught onto the nipple.

If he had the chance to get his mouth on you he took it and you adored every second of it. “Matt…” Your voice was breathy, back lifting into his touch as he softly sucked, a whine making its way through your lips.

Matt shifted himself between your legs, nudging them apart with his knee. Without much thinking you bucked your hips down, craving some sort of friction on your heat that only he could give you. And he did, moving his own down, the bulge under his sweatpants rubbing across you.

It wasn’t enough though, your hands snaking their way down, pulling him back against you with a press on his lower back. “You got yourself all worked up haven’t you?” Matt hummed, pulling away to get his own shirt off, a hand sliding over your shoulder.

He knew where you wanted him to touch you. And he could almost tell how badly but instead Matt pulled away, standing to kick his sweatpants off. You figured he’d come right back to you but instead, he grabbed your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

A gasp slipped from your mouth as he leaned forward, kissing along your stomach before reaching your mouth again. “Now where did you want these?” He mumbled against your lips, ghosting his fingertips over every possible bit of open skin he could.

Down your sides, up your thighs, just barely touching your skin as he slid his palm up your stomach. Every ghost of a touch brought goosebumps to your body. “Matt please,” You pleaded, the only layers of clothing on either of you feeling like a tease all of its own.

“Please what princess? Touch you?” Matt’s eyebrow cocked up as he pulled your hips flush to the end of the mattress. “Cause I can touch you.” He just slowly pushed up, his barely covered length rubbing against the exact place you wanted, no, needed him.

You let out a whine, squirming slightly which did nothing but make him push you down by the waist. “Oh c’mon, you can take my teasing can’t you? You’re usually so good about it.” Matt dragged his palm down, gripping tightly at your upper thigh.

His thumb slid up the soaking piece of clothing you still had on, circling your clit just slightly before he pulled away. “Or are you feeling like a little slut tonight? I mean coming onto me about wanting my hand around your throat? Can’t get any worse than that.” Matt watched as your face twisted up, aching for anything more.

As soon as you tried to rock up against him he sighed, “I guess that answers that question, can barely use your words and you want me to believe you can take it tonight?” The cockiness that came out of him when he was horny was something nobody would ever believe.

This was Matt Casey, Lieutenant Matt Casey that was nothing but a leader and front man for his firefighters. But when he was with you? The nastiest words that came out of his mouth felt like they were getting spit right onto your cunt and he knew it.

God did he know how you got when he spoke to you the way he was. “I can.” You muttered, breath already heavy as you tried to control the way your body felt like it was burning. Matt tilted his head, lifting an eyebrow.

“What was that?” He leaned forward, knowing that him pressing against you was only working you up more but that’s exactly what he wanted. “You what?”

Thickly you swallowed, throbbing against him. “I can take it.” You reiterated, voice filled with desperation. “Please, Matt.” You bit at your lip, hands planted on the mattress next to you to keep from traveling down your own body.

Softly he hummed, fingers finally looping into the upper band of your underwear, just slightly pulling at them. “Oh you can?” Matt spoke, pulling the final layer off of you, hands instantly going right underneath the wetness.

You nodded instantly, his fingers inching closer to your entrance and it felt like if you had to wait any longer you’d explode. “Yes, yes I can, Matt just – fuck please.” Your pleading only did so much, the man obliging in the slightest as he let just his thumb land on the sweet spot you’d been dying for him to actually touch.

He barely moved it, painfully slowly encircling you. It was obvious from the look on your face that it wasn’t enough, that you wanted more and more but with Matt, the build up was what mattered the most.

“I could see how wet you are without even having to touch you, such a dirty girl,” He mumbled, leaning over you slightly, “Aren’t you?” His words were rhetorical, eyes moving down your body, soaking all of you in.

Matt sighed, slightly picking the pace up as he touched you, unsure how long he’d be able to hold off, his cock already aching and no doubt bright red as he worked you over. “Matt baby, please, I need you.”

Him touching you could only go so far, you wanted him deep and buried inside of you. “I’m not exactly done with you yet,” He was quick to respond, too busy enjoying the way you were practically squirming trying to get more friction.

That of course only made his other hand grip at your hip, tightly pushing it down, “Stay still or you won’t get anything that you want.” His threat pulled a whimper from you, fighting to stop your movements. “There you go, such a good slut for me, hm?” He hummed, rolling his thumb over you quicker as a slight reward.

Just as soon as he’d done that he fully pulled his hands away, instead shifting to kiss down your stomach, eyes up on your face as your breathing picked up. He knew how worked up you got with his mouth on you.

So it wasn’t that shocking that you felt his hot breath on your already aching skin followed by his tongue gliding through your slit. “Fuck–” Your breath caught, forcing your eyes shut to keep your body from lifting or even moving against the bed.

It wasn’t easy, each movement pushed you closer to breaking his one request. “Matt please,” You could barely focus on his movements, his tongue coming up to flick over your swollen and red bud. “I can’t–” A knot slowly built itself in your stomach, willing to be pushed over the edge.

But just like he knew what got to you, Matt always knew when you were close. So with one last kiss to your clit he stood again, the air now cold where his mouth had been. “I guess you’ve been good enough tonight,” He stated, slipping out of his boxers, finally letting himself free.

You couldn’t bite back the whine of desperation that grew as your eyes fell on his length. A smirk grew on his face as he stepped towards the end of the bed again. “Now, if I’m gonna give you what you want, you’re gonna give me what I want.” Matt trailed his fingers up you, cupping your cheek.

“Anything, just please fu–”

“Fuck you, I know baby, and I will, as long as you let everyone know who is fucking you.” He slid his hand from your face to the side of your neck, leaning down to kiss you. “Can you do that for me?” His voice was raspy, so filled with lust that you could have came untouched just hearing it in your ear.

Instantly you nodded, willing to agree to anything if it meant him in you. “Yes, yes, I can.” You didn’t have a chance to get anything else out, Matt slipping into you slowly, your head falling back.

A low groan built in Matt’s throat, having to still inside you to keep from busting right then and there. “God, you always feel so good around me.” He leaned his head down, just slightly rolling his hips forward.

“Matt–”

He shifted slightly, letting his hand splay on your chest, just inches from where you wanted it earlier, and where you still wanted it now. But of course he wasn’t going to give in that easily. And you could tell with each painstakingly slow thrust that he was going to take his time with this the same way as he did his teasing.

Your hands went up to his arm, squeezing, finding anyway to ground yourself to him that wasn’t in the way of pleasure forcing itself through your body. But his every touch made your skin burn, like it was all on fire.

You were a flame and he was the oxygen that kept it going. He didn’t seem to mind the way you let your other hand slide across your chest, just wanting to feel something more, anything. And your fingers trailing over your boobs did just that, a guttural moan escaping your mouth.

“Baby please go faster,” Your words were low but he heard them, just slightly building himself up, your legs hiking up around him. Each thrust felt like he was trying to get you over the edge but none did it, the feeling instead coercing through your veins.

His name was pulled out of you again, louder as his free hand lapped at your clit, slowly and in the opposite way his hips moved against yours. “You like that?” Matt looked down at you, twisting his fingers around you as he did. “When I touch you like this?” He cocked his eyebrow up.

“Y- yes, god so much.” Your words were mixed with moans as he sped up, unable to keep up the teasing thrusts, his own arousal building as he let out a heavy breath. “God, Matt, you’re–” You got cut off with a scream as he shifted, hitting that sweet spot right inside of you.

There was no way those living around you didn’t hear the way his name flew out of your mouth, hell, it’d be insane if they couldn’t hear the way your skin was slapping together. The slickness doing nothing but making it easier for him to slide in and out.

Just as you started to build up again, you looked up at Matt, grabbing his wrist. It wasn’t enough, you needed his hand. Matt wrapped it just enough around your throat, using the grasp to brace himself as he jutted forward harsher, your entire body shifting underneath him.

You gazed up at him, entire body overwhelmed as you grew closer and closer, “Tighter,” You moaned out, his name following as you felt his grip tighten just enough that you instantly clenched around him.

His name filled the room, moans mixing together with his as he worked you through it. “You just love when I have my hand around you, hm? Love being here for my own discretion?” Matt leaned forward, biting at your shoulder. “Being a dirty whore for me?”

You whimpered softly, nodding. How did you end up here? Casually saying that hey, your hand around my neck would be nice to him pumping into you so hard you knew you were going to be sore before the night was even over.

Not that you were complaining, every movement that he did made your heart race, one final squeeze of his hand officially sending you over the edge.

Every part of you shook, your heels digging into Matt’s lower back as you lifted slightly, being pushed back down as he continued into you.

There was no way he was one and doning you, no, he had plans now. And it was obvious from the way he didn’t stop, didn’t slow that he was sure he was going to get you through it more than once. More than twice. Maybe even more than three times.

And that just made your pussy ache more than it already was. You were already dripping and the whoreish sounds coming from both your body and mouth practically shoved Matt over the edge.

His voice was low as your name slipped like honey off of his lips, his face pressing to your skin as he fucked you through his own orgasm. His warmth filled you up and you didn’t even care that he hadn’t pulled out.

You didn’t care if this ended with you pregnant. All that mattered was how good everything felt. And god did it feel amazing. Matt’s thrusts only slightly slowed in an attempt to catch his breath, his hands still clamped onto you.

That’s the only reason you knew he wasn’t pulling out anytime soon. And that you were definitely in for at least a handful of more rounds.

“You feel so fucking good Matt Jesus—“ You groaned out loudly, face red as you reached up and put a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

Your lips together always felt like someone set off fireworks and shoved you two together as they went off. Practically heaven on earth.

Plus when you were together at the same time? Matt was basically a fucking angel. Literally. He pulled back, pulling you up. “You still doing okay?” He whispered, making sure he wasn’t being too rough during all of this.

And he wasn’t. It was the perfect mixture of roughness that had you weak in the knees for him. And as you nodded he peppered an army of kisses over your face.

Gently he slid out of you, standing and holding out his hand to pull you to your feet. He was aware at how wobbly you were but in seconds you were pushed against the wall with his chest to your back, his arms wrapped around you tightly anyway.

His mouth left hot kisses over your shoulders, brushing your hair out of the way as he moved up to suck a mark onto your neck. “You’re so beautiful baby,” his words mumbled against your skin.

All you could do was hum, your body still sensitive as his hands caressed everywhere he could touch. “So, so beautiful.” Matt continued under his breath before pushing back into you.

A moan slid off his lips, reverberating on your skin as he trailed his hand back up your chest. “You have been doing…” a soft bite to the shoulder, “so good for me.” A firm thrust, his hand properly grabbing at your throat in time.

Your knees wobbled as you braced yourself to the wall, Matt’s thrusts almost bringing tears to your eyes. He relentlessly moved against you, holding onto you tightly, the exact way he knew you wanted.

Somehow the blonde was always, always so detail oriented. His fingers traced or touching exactly where they needed to, like he knew exactly what buttons to press to make you orgasm again and again.

Like how right now his grip was just tight enough that you were already building up a second time, the dopamine rushing through your veins. “Matt, Matt I’m already close I—“ Your word loud against the wall as his other hand snaked over your hips, holding you tautly to him.

“Go ahead princess,” He hummed, the breath on the back of your neck being the final nail as your knees buckled, vibrating against him as you fell into pieces under his touch.

Your eyes saw white as your orgasm crashed over you, forehead leaning onto the wall along with a string of profanities.

And he didn’t stop, face twisting up as he continued into you. “Matt-“

“You wanted this right? To cum oh so badly.” He hummed, the two of you ready for an incredibly long night that would have you aching for at least the next two days.

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[bellarkeselection]

Can you make a Matt Casey x reader story?

Matt Casey is married to Andy Dardens sister, and she’s the PIC on Ambo and her partner is Gabby Dawson.

After the death of Andy it has been rough between Casey and y/n, they are separated but still married.

Y/n is living with Severide as she’s still separated.

Casey is trying to do everything he can to get y/n back.

Eventuellt they get back together and are happily married.

Maybe som fluff and a bit of comfortable smut

You're my Rock

The doorbell of Severide’s apartment kept ringing for the tenth time tonight. Kelly was out tonight at the bar likely going to bring back a girl tonight or end up at her place instead. So I had no clue who would be coming to his - or should I say our apartment this late at night. Especially considering it was almost midnight.

Coming down the road staircase I shrugged one of my brother Andy Dardens old firefighter sweatshirts on and over my head. I crossed the kitchen area and unlocked the door swinging it opened, scowling at who I found standing in the hallway. “Mathew, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Y/n, don’t shut the door in my face please. Just hear me out this time.” He raised his hands up slightly, giving me a sympathetic look.

“Mathew, I know what you’re going to say. But it won't work this time.” Pushing the door closed I waited for the lock sound but h3 had stopped it with his foot. “Goodnight.”

He sent me the puppy dog eyes knowing I couldn't resist him when he looked at me like that. “It’s supposed to storm tonight. Do you want me to keep you company since Severide is out.” He knew I hated harsh storms, I had basically a fear of them starting when I was a child.

Now that my brother Andy was gone he couldn't call me and make me calm through thw night. Regardless that he had his own wife and kids to keep safe, he would still call me every time. When we were kids he would sneak into my room and we would share my bed and fall asleep. Matt Casey and I had only been married foe about to two years the day he died. Andy and Matt were best friends before they became brothers. So his death hit him almost as difficult as it had me.

“It’s a free country, Casey.” Throwing my hands down at my side I walked away from the door and over to the kitchen. Grabbing a beer out of the fridge I held it out to him, grabbing myself one in the process. “You want a beer?”

“Sure. Y/n, look I didn't come here to fight with you. I came here to get my wife back once and for all so we can start our life together like we talked about.” He took the beer and took a long drink sitting down at the kitchen table with me standing on the other side of it.

Sipping from my bottom I sat it down on the countertop. “I'm not your wife, Mathew. We're separated, remember.”

“Only by living under different roofs.” He pointed out to me. The main reason I had moved in with Severide was because I couldn't stand to be around my husband after he had been distant when I would have my mental break downs over missing my brother.

Matt sat down his drink and stared silently at me a few good minutes. “How many times can I say I am sorry. I'm sorry for saying that I wasn't struggling over his loss like you were.”

“You acted like he meant nothing, Matt! You made me feel like I was grieving the wrong way because you didn't seem to miss him as much as I did.” Raising my voice I snapped at him, slamming my hands down on the countertop.

My brothers best friend got up from his barstool and round the table so we were standing directly in front of us with nothing physically keeping us apart from one another. “I need to show you something.”

“I'm not going anywhere with you.” I scoffed at the thought. Matt has attempted to win me back on a couple of occasions. Sending me flowers at the police station, leaving me a voicemail apology over my phone or even trying to get our friends Brett and Jay to talk things out with him. None of them have worked like he thought they would.

Matt suddenly grabbed me by my hips and threw me over his shoulder carrying me towards the door. “Sorry honey. But you need to see this.”

“Mathew Casey put me down!. I am not going anywhere with you.” I hit his back with my fists yet he rushed to put me down till we reached his car. I screamed when he gently pushed me into the passenger seat of his truck and had apparently locked it when I pulled the door handle but couldn't get out. “So you're keeping me hostage now huh.”

He climbed into the driver's seat and didn't say another word until we walked inside the firefighter memorial building. “I'm showing you where I would go to grieve for Andy.”

“Matt, what is so important that you have to show me inside this building - is that my brother's picture?” Letting him led me by my hand intertwined with his we finally stopped walking and stood in front of a row of fire fighter pictures. Scanning over them I finally found my brother Andy among them and tears welled in my eyes.

Matt glanced over at me seeing tears in my eyes just like his own. “I'd come here to grieve over him being gone. I figured you didn't want to see me breaking down on you when you needed someone strong to come home to every night.”

“I've never seen his picture here until now.” I muttered to myself under my breath, listening to what my husband was saying.

Matt gently grabbed me by my shoulders, turning me so I was facing him. Our eyes locked on one another like our lives depended on it. “Y/n, listen to me. I will never fully understand how hard it is that you lost your brother. I can understand it hurts but never the full scale of it. And I should have told you that I came here in the first place and I should have realized that you wanted me to not always be the strong one around you. Now that I know that I’m here in front of you now saying that I am truly sorry.”

“Matt, I’m - I’m sorry I lost it on you. I just didn’t know how to handle losing my brother. And I took it out on you when I should have thought of how his loss affects you too. Can you forgive me for all that cause I don’t want you to think I hate you or something.” I sniffed through some tears. I raised my hands up, wiping away fallen tears until my husband intertwined my hands with his own.

Will reached inside his jacket pocket taking out a ring that I recognized as my wedding ring. The wedding ring was my grandmother's that he proposed to me with. “I haven’t ever been able to push you out of my life. The day I met you and Andy there was no way I could go back to the life I had. So will you truly be my wife again, Y/n L/n?”

“That’s Y/n Casey to you.” Leaning forward I connected my lips with his own where he wrapped his arms around my waist bringing me closer. Regardless of what we had faced Mathew Casey would always be my rock in hard times.

[sevasey51]

For the epileptic reader set could you do one where she and Jay are home and she feels in coming on and tells him so they prepare for it before it hits but it ends up being longer than 5 minutes so he calls 911 and Matt and Kelly both show up with Sylvie and Violet. Maybe an appearance from Sam the snarky neurologist while they’re at med...?

The Warning Signs

Summary: Jay Halstead and Y/N Casey have learned how to handle her epilepsy together—recognizing the signs, preparing for seizures, and riding out the storm as a team. When she feels one coming on during a quiet evening at home, she alerts Jay right away, and they go into action. But when the seizure stretches past the five-minute mark and doesn’t stop, Jay calls 911. Firehouse 51 responds with Sylvie, Violet, Matt, and Kelly, all shaken but determined to help. At Med, Connor is en route—but not fast enough to beat Dr. Sam Abrams, the notoriously snarky neurologist with zero bedside charm. With a mix of medical chaos and sibling emotion, Jay fights to stay calm while Matt and Kelly rally behind him, determined not to let Y/N face this alone.

It had been a peaceful evening—pizza on the coffee table, a fuzzy blanket over their legs, and reruns of Parks and Rec playing softly in the background. Jay had just refilled their drinks when he saw it: Y/N’s shoulders tensing, her jaw clenching the tiniest bit. She shifted on the couch, bringing her knees closer to her chest.

He was beside her in an instant. “Bug? You okay?”

She nodded faintly, blinking slowly as if underwater. “It’s coming,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “One of the big ones. I can feel it.”

Jay immediately went into action, as they’d practiced so many times before. He helped her lie down on her side, slid the cushion under her head, dimmed the lights, and grabbed the emergency pack. Her anti-seizure rescue meds were in the top pocket, just in case.

“You’re safe. I’m right here,” he said softly, brushing her hair off her face.

She gave the faintest nod—then stiffened.

The seizure came fast, violent and sudden. Her body arched, then dropped into rhythmic convulsions, her hands curling tight. Jay watched the clock. One minute. Two. He kept her on her side, keeping the airway clear, whispering her name even though he knew she couldn’t hear him.

Three minutes. He had the meds in his hand but waited—Connor had said to hold unless it stretched past five.

At four minutes, he was on the edge of panic.

At five, he administered the rescue med.

At six, nothing had changed.

At six minutes and forty-five seconds, he grabbed the phone and called 911. “Tonic-clonic seizure, lasting over six minutes. Rescue med given. No response. Patient has epilepsy—this is abnormal.”

Dispatch confirmed help was en route.

He hung up and texted Matt.

Jay: Seizure. Long. Rescue med didn’t stop it. I called 911.

The response was immediate.

Matt: On our way.

It was Sylvie and Violet who arrived first, sirens cutting through the night. Jay flung the door open before they could knock.

“She’s in the living room. Still seizing.”

Violet rushed to start vitals while Sylvie got oxygen and airway support going. “Let’s get her loaded. She’s in status—this isn’t stopping on its own.”

Moments later, Squad 3 and Truck 81 pulled up, and Matt was out before the engine even stopped. Kelly was right behind him.

“Where is she?” Matt demanded.

Jay’s voice cracked. “She’s still seizing, Matt.”

Matt’s expression crumbled as he crouched beside her, brushing her sweat-soaked hair back. “Come on, baby girl. You gotta slow down.”

Kelly’s jaw was tight, but he said nothing—he just helped secure her for transport.

“She’s going to Med,” Sylvie told them. “Connor’s been paged.”

Jay jumped into the ambulance with them. Matt and Kelly followed behind in their rigs, headlights glaring through the back doors like a beacon.

At Med, the trauma team was ready.

But Connor wasn’t the first one in the room.

It was Sam Abrams.

Dr. Sam Abrams, snarky, efficient, and terrifyingly brilliant, strolled in with a tablet in one hand and his trademark sarcasm already dialed up.

“Well,” he said, glancing at the monitor. “Someone decided tonight was the night to test how much cortical electricity the brain can handle. Bold move.”

Jay’s glare could have cracked glass. “Just help her.”

“Already am, Detective,” Sam replied coolly. “We’re stabilizing. Rescue meds failed, so we’re using IV lorazepam and moving to load with Keppra. Airway’s clear for now. MRI after we get her under control, unless Rhodes comes charging in and throws a stethoscope at me.”

Matt and Kelly burst into the trauma bay moments later.

“Abrams?” Matt asked, confused.

“He beat me here,” came Connor’s voice from behind him as he pushed through the door, gloving his hands as he moved. “And apparently still hasn’t learned empathy.”

Sam flashed a grin. “You want charm or survival? I’m here for the latter.”

Connor took over fast, coordinating meds and switching to neuro monitoring. The seizure finally stopped nearly 18 minutes after it began.

Jay collapsed into the chair beside her bed as they prepped her for a neuro ICU transfer.

Matt stayed close, a hand on Jay’s shoulder.

“She’s stable now,” Connor finally said. “It was a long one, but she’s coming around. We’re going to keep her overnight. Monitor for rebound activity.”

Jay nodded, emotion choking his throat.

Sam reappeared at the door, arms crossed. “You did good. Not every partner recognizes the onset cues like that. Most panic. You didn’t.”

Jay blinked in surprise at the rare praise.

“Don’t let it go to your head,” Sam added, smirking. “You’re still not invited to my poker night.”

As the doctors filed out, Kelly crouched beside Jay.

“You did everything right, man. She’s gonna be okay.”

Jay finally let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Then he turned back to Y/N, brushing her hair back again.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered.

And through it all—he never let go of her hand.

[witchygagirlwrites]

Sin So Sweet

Matt Casey x Severide Sister Reader (Nicknamed Sunshine)

You're younger than him and Kelly's half sister. Matt should know better

Warnings: age gap, NSFW

You glanced out the window at the road signs flashing by. Chicago. When your friend Eliza called you about an opening in her precinct you figured the move was the next step in your life. A phone call with the house sergeant Trudy Platt later and you were packing up what little you owned into your jeep and leaving your hometown in the rearview.

You didn’t have any close family. When your mom passed when you were seventeen your aunt and uncle had taken you in so you could finish high school and helped you get through the academy, after that you slid them some money for everything you knew they’d footed out over the years that they really didn’t have to foot out but did so because the only thing your dad had ever given you was his last name and a couple birthday presents.

Now you needed a new start and maybe just maybe this was it. You checked the directions to Eliza’s once more and hit your blinker to follow them. You changed lanes just fine and went under a green light. You saw the truck blast through the stop sign but didn’t have time to react before it smashed into you and everything went black.

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When the alarm rang through firehouse fifty one for a multiple vehicle accident the truck, rescue squad and the ambulance responded. When they rolled on scene they were met with a car that was badly dented, a mini van with a crumpled front end, the truck that was clearly the offending vehicle and a bright yellow jeep that still had someone stuck inside that would require the jaws to get them out of.

“Grab the jaws” Kelly ordered and walked over to the jeep, trying to get a look inside. A woman was semi conscious in the driver’s seat, blood pouring out of a cut on her head “BRETT” he hollered then leaned into the jeep. Before he could say anything however the woman’s eyes focused on him for a second and a clear look of confusion spread across her face “Benny?” then her head drooped over to the side. Benny? She called him his father’s name.

“Kelly” Sylvie was at his side trying to check on the woman. “She lost consciousness” he told her and she nodded, looking at the jeep “I need to get in to stabilize her while you work to get her out” he helped Sylvie in then him and the rescue squad went to work.

Once the woman was free and out on a gurney Stella walked over and leaned in the jeep, sunflowers decorated the seats and steering wheel cover. She spotted a purse down on the floorboard and whistled at Kelly “I’m checking for ID” he nodded “Go ahead” she picked up the purse and found a wallet then called his name again. “What?” he asked and she turned to license around to show him the woman’s photo and her name Y/N Severide    

“Do you know her?” Stella asked and he shook his head “No, but she called me Benny before she passed out” Stella watched the ambulance pull away then climbed out of the jeep “You need to go to the hospital Kelly” He nodded slowly “Yeah, I need to find out just who she is”

Everything hurt. Your head, your side, your back. You had some weird ass dream about some guy who had your dead beat father’s eyes, except that guy’s eyes actually held some care in them. 

You groaned as you tried to sit up and felt a hand reach out for your arm and a voice say “Let me help you” your eyes flew open at the very masculine voice and there was the guy from your dream “Who the hell are you and why do you look like my deadbeat father?”  

He grinned slightly “Well hello to you too Sunshine. Y/N Severide. Can I ask who your father is?” you shrugged “Benny Severide” he stared at you for a second before asking how old you were when you told him he nodded “You’re about ten years younger than me, makes sense with when he left” you raised an eyebrow “What are you saying here?” he stepped a little closer and offered his hand “My name’s Kelly. I’m your older half brother”

“I have a brother?” you all but whispered and he shrugged “Yeah?” and despite the pain you were in, a small smile slipped onto your face “and just this morning I thought I had no close family left” a look crossed his face “None? Who was your mom?”  “Penelope Killian. She died when I was seventeen and until about five minutes ago I thought I was an old child” you laughed.

He nodded “I responded to your wreck” the wreck. Fuck, your jeep. “My baby” you whispered and his eyes widened then he laughed slightly “You mean your jeep” you nodded “That was the only thing I owned” “You had insurance didn’t you?” you nodded then admitted “I’ve never had to file a claim” he laughed “I can help you?” you shook your head “Kelly, you’ve known me five minutes”

He cut his eyes at the clock “Seven”  “Excuse me big brother. Seven” you laughed, holding your side then groaned “Fuck i was supposed to start work monday” he raised his eyebrows “Where?” “As a patrolman at the twenty first precinct” he grinned “I can help you with that. I work with the house sergeant’s husband” you raised an eyebrow “Damn” 

He nodded “Um, Can I call my wife? She’s going to want to meet you” you ran a hand over your hair and he smiled “She was there when you got pulled out sunshine. She works with the fire department too” you nodded “In that case, call her down” he smiled “Ok” and walked out to call her.

You sat there staring at the door. Christ, you needed to call Eliza too and where the hell was all your stuff out of your jeep? You could ask Kelly you guessed. Kelly you had a big brother and apparently a sister in law. What was life? This morning you were an only child moving cities looking for a new start, now you had a totaled jeep and a brother. You were worried for tomorrow.

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The knock on your door made you cut your eyes at Kelly “Well I mean I’d get it but..” you shrugged and he laughed “You damn sure have the same attitude as me” you cracked a smirk “That a good or bad thing?” he shrugged “Guess we’ll see” and walked over to the door.

When he opened it a pretty woman wearing a CFD uniform came walking in. She smiled at you as Kelly said “Y/N this is my wife Stella, Stella this is Y/N…my younger sister apparently. I called Benny’s sister and turns out she knew about her but never told me because he told her not to” 

“That bitch” you and Stella gasped in unison then turned and grinned at each other. Kelly laughed slightly “Well you two are getting along” “While we’re at it, where’s all my stuff out of my jeep? That was literally everything I own” you questioned and Stella cut her eyes at Kelly before she shrugged “I took it back to the station house after I saw the last name Severide on your license”

You let out a sigh of relief “I love you already Stella” and she grinned. “Can I borrow someone’s phone? I was supposed to be meeting a friend to look at extended stay motels until I could get a place and she’s probably freaking out” Stella handed you her phone then cut her eyes at Kelly “Let’s give her some privacy”

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The moment Stella and Kelly stepped into the hall she spun around to face him “Oh my god. You have a little sister!” he nodded “And she’s a cop. She was supposed to start at the twenty-first monday. I got Mouch to call Trudy” her eyes widened “That’s handy. How do you feel?”

He looked back towards your hospital room “She acts like me, it’s weird how I can see that and we just met” she slipped her arms around his waist and laid her head over on his shoulder “You do know there’s no way I’m letting my sister-in-law stay at a extended stay motel without at least trying to get her to stay with us, right?”

He laughed and tucked her into his side tighter “I had some idea” she cut her eyes up at him and smiled “So, we calling her sunshine still?” he nodded “Definitely” and she shook her head with a laugh. 

When you were released from the hospital two days later Stella had talked you into staying in hers and Kelly’s spare room. “At least for a few days. Heal up, start working and get to know us” she’d said.

Considering you needed a ride just to meet with the local office of your insurance carrier wasn’t like you could turn her down besides you wanted to get to know Kelly. He seemed genuine about wanting to know you.

You followed them out of the hospital and laughed when you realized Stella drove a jeep as well. She cut her eyes back at you and grinned “It’s not yellow but it’ll do right?” you nodded “Yeah, it’ll do” Kelly shook his head “After we meet with the insurance they should have you a rental car ready in the next day or so. Then we’ll take you by the twenty first to meet Platt then if you want to meet the rest of fifty one?” you nodded “Of course.They work with you two and saved my life” 

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Considering your age you felt a little ridiculous sitting back and letting Kelly handle your insurance agents but he stepped in without a second thought and honestly Benny had never been a father and having Kelly be protective over you even in something that simple? It made you smile.

They were going to cover your jeep in full and drop a rental car off at Stella and Kelly’s until the check hit your account. After that they took you to the twenty first where you met Sergeant Platt, your house sergeant and even ended up meeting the whole of the intelligence unit. They were all welcoming even if they were a little curious about Kelly having a half sister no one had known about until now.

You were set to start work the following Monday now. You sat in the back of Stella’s jeep as she parked in front of their firehouse. You climbed out and fell in behind her and Kelly. “I’m nervous” you laughed and Kelly shook his head “Don’t be.They’ll be nice”

You followed the two of them into the bays and every eye turned towards you. Your eyes landed on one person in particular. He was freaking gorgeous, blue eyes, Kelly’s height and when he smiled at you damn. He was older than you of course. Damn near everyone here was. Kelly pulled you to the front “This is Y/N Severide. My younger half sister. She’s gonna be staying with me and Stella while she finds a place and Monday she’ll be starting as a patrolman at the twenty first. You can also call her sunshine” you shot him a glare and he smirk “Be welcoming or else”

Everyone introduced themselves with handshakes from the men and hugs from the few women.When the man who got your attention from the start introduced himself Kelly told you “This is the house captain Matt Casey, my best friend” of course. You’d get the hots for your newly founded older brother’s best friend. That was one guy code you knew. Little sisters were off limits and Stella had already pointed out that in her words “Kelly is in big brother mode isn’t he?”

Matt smiled at you as he shook your hand “Nice to meet you sunshine” “Nice meeting you Matt” you told him with a small smile yourself. 

Kelly put his hand on your shoulder “Come on. I want to introduce you to Boden too” you laughed and cut your eyes up at Matt “I feel like a shiny new toy to my brother” he grinned “He’s proud to have you though?” you laughed lightly “First time in my life I think anyone has been proud to have me so I guess I should enjoy it” and let Kelly drag you away but not before cutting your eyes back at Matt again and felt your heart flip when he was already looking at you and winked before walking away.

It was so weird having family that cared about you for no other reason than you were you. Kelly was really everything you ever would’ve wanted out a big brother and Stella was the best sister in law that ever existed. You’d been in Chicago a couple weeks and really it felt like you’d known Kelly for years. You were still staying at their loft while you tried to find your own place but you had finally talked them into an agreement that you were splitting bills and groceries with them.

 “I’m not staying for free Kel” you’d argued one night while you and Stella sipped wine around the island while he chopped vegetables for supper. He cut his eyes up at you and grinned when you called him Kel instead of Kelly and nodded “Ok sunshine. That’s fine” and that was that. It made you feel better about staying with them and in all honesty you loved staying with them anyways.

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You were slowly finding your footing, even if some things were still shaky. The gaps of anger towards Benny at the fact that you truly could have known Kelly your entire life if he would’ve just been a little less shitty. You wouldn’t have been alone so many years. It wouldn’t have taken you totaling your jeep for you to find a new start.

When you started at the twenty first you were partnered with Kiara O’Rourke. She was a lively brunette who kept everyone on their toes. You and her got along beautifully from day one to the point even Platt and Voight commented on how well you two partnered. You had a new jeep, this one was a burnt orange color to Kelly’s delight because he still insisted on calling you sunshine and it had stuck with everyone it seemed. Even officers around the precinct were picking it up. 

Matt still plagued your mind every time you saw him because he gave you that damn smile that spelled trouble but he was your brother’s best friend. You weren’t going to do that. No matter if he was gorgeous and older than you and could probably wear you out in all the best ways.

“So you’re going out with Kiara and Eliza?” Stella asked as you tried to find the keys to your jeep. She whistled and held them up from the counter. You grinned and took them from her outstretched hand “Yeah, it’s Eliza’s birthday and before Kelly freaks I have a strict rule of no more than two drinks then switch it out” she nodded “Good, because you know he’d freak”

You laughed “It’s sweet really. I’ve never had people care about me like I do now” she smiled “You’re family sweetie. We’re gonna care. Text me when you get to Eliza’s later tho.Just so I know you didn’t get in a bar fight. You do have that Severide temper” you cut your eyes at her with a smirk “Who was born one and who married one?” she nodded “Good point”

You slipped your jacket on and blew her a kiss “Love ya Stel. See you tomorrow” and hurried out of the door.

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“I’m telling you, the look on their faces when they realized two women took em down! Voight even cracked a smile”  you laughed and Eliza shook her head “It’s good to see the changes in it since you’ve moved here Y/N”  Kiara grinned “Yeah, I’m glad we got sunshine here” you rolled your eyes “I love Kelly but that nickname” she shook her head “You love it” you shrugged “Maybe” and they both started laughing.

You glanced up and saw Matt walk in the door of the bar and a smile slipped onto your face “Ohh” they both cooed and looked around “Who did you spot?” you shook your head “No one” Eliza nodded slowly then cut her eyes at Kiara “Twenty bucks says she goes to the bathroom then texts me in twenty saying she’ll be back in the morning” you felt your face warm “Will not”

But about that time you glanced up and made eye contact with Matt who nodded towards the barstool next to him so you looked between the two of them “I’ll be right back” they cracked up laughing as you walked away and you heard them go into another conversation.

You headed for Matt and he grinned when you slipped onto the barstool next to you “You summoning people now Captain?” he raised an eyebrow “Well if it works officer Severide” you grinned “How ya been?” he nodded “Decent. This has got to be the first time I’ve managed to catch you for five minutes without Kelly or Stella around” you waved a hand back towards where your friends were “Out with a couple friends or well friend and partner”

He nodded, eyes never leaving you “Glad to have caught you” you moved a little closer “And why’s that Matthew?” his eyes went from yours down to your lips then back up and you felt your face warm as he said “Because you are so damn gorgeous” you grinned “Thank you, you’re pretty good looking yourself” 

“Sunshine, I think you need to go back to your friends” he said after staring at you for a minute. You felt your face fall. “And why’s that?” “Because you’re my best friend’s little sister. You’re ten years younger than me. I should not be thinking about doing the things to you that I want to do” you swallowed hard, your thighs clenching together just from his words “I’m not some little naive school girl Matt. What if I want you to do those things to me?” his eyes met yours and he smirked slightly “Your brother will fucking kill me” you shrugged “Not if we don’t tell him” “Did you drive here?” he asked and you shook your head “I rode with Eliza” “Text her you’ll see her in the morning” he said then grabbed your hand and pulled you to your feet.

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The moment you stepped foot into Matt’s apartment he had you pushed against the door, his mouth against yours, his hands slipping under your shirt. “So fucking beautiful. Wanted you from the first day Kelly introduced you” he muttered, pulling back to slip your shirt over your head then attacked your neck, kissing the skin there and biting gently “No marks Matt” you gasped and he grinned against your neck “Don’t want big brother seeing, do we?” as he caught your legs behind the thighs and scooped you up into his arms, forcing you to wrap your legs around his thighs.

He walked through his place and the moment he laid you back on his bed his lips were back on yours. You moaned out his name as his hands explored your body, fingers finding the buckle of your jeans. “Lift your hips babygirl” he whispered and you did what he said which earned you a smile as he pulled them down your hips.

“Matt, you’re still fully dressed” you whined and he chuckled lightly “Sorry” and pulled his shirt over his head to toss it. He started at your left ankle,kissing his way up your leg, stopping just shy of where you wanted him the most then moved to the right leg to do the same. “Matt please” you begged, your hips lifting off the bed.

He pinned them down with one strong arm and grinned at you “Damn that patience” then lowered his mouth to your core. The first lick had your head falling back against the pillows and a low moan of his name falling from your lips. He plunged his tongue into you hitting that spot deep inside of you and you felt your eyes roll back slightly, fingers finding his hair to tug at the short locks. He moaned against you when you did before slipping a finger into you quickly followed by a second. His fingers worked at that spongy spot deep inside of you while his tongue and teeth worked at your clit pushing you closer and closer to that edge. When he rolled your clit into his mouth and sucked it between his teeth you felt that building pressure burst as you came, soaking his chin and the bed underneath you.

He kept working at you until you shoved his head away “Fuck Matt I gotta breathe!” he rocked back on his heels, laughing “Poor thing, can’t take it?” you glared weakly at him “That was fucking amazing” he grinned “You’re welcome” you shook your head “Come here” he crawled up your body, kissing and biting every inch of skin along the way until he got to your mouth, claiming it with a rough kiss. “Take your jeans off Matt, fuck do you have condoms?” he nodded and reached into the table next to his bed to pull a box of condoms out.

He grabbed one and tossed the rest back in before pushing his jeans and boxers off his hips. You cut your eyes down and knew your eyes got big “Fuck” he grinned “Dont worry, I won’t hurt you” you shrugged, cutting your eyes up at him and letting your fingers explore the skin of his chest “I mean I’d probably enjoy it”

He shook his head and rolled the condom down his hard length before lining himself up with your opening. He looked at you for the ok and when you nodded he pushed into you causing a moan to leave you both. He caught your lips in a lingering kiss, rolling his tongue against yours. You felt his hand slip down to hook your leg up around his waist before he looked up to you. “You can move Matt. Fuck me, hard” you begged and he groaned,dropping his head down to your chest as he gave a deep roll of his hips into yours and when your reaction was for your fingers to dig into his shoulders he groaned “Fuck Sunshine, you feel fucking amazing” should it feel weird your brothers best friend fucking you and calling you by the nickname your brother started? Probably. Did you care? Not as long as Matt Casey was that deep inside of you.

His hips snapped into yours, hard and fast. He was damn near pushing you up with the bed with every thrust but you could’ve cared less. It felt fucking amazing. “Please don't stop, please” you begged and he nipped at your neck “I got you babygirl” 

You could feel that pressure building inside of you with every snap of Matt’s hips and he must have been close too because he slipped his hand between you to rub tight circles onto your clit. Your orgasm slammed into you and you vaguely felt your nails bite into his shoulders as your legs clenched down around his waist and he chuckled, hips never slowly “There ya go sunshine, ride it out baby” his thrust got a little sharper, little harder until he buried himself deep inside of you with one final thrust and came with a light moan of your name.

Your heart was pounding in your ears, you felt like you’d just ran a marathon. Matt was holding himself up on one arm, looking at you “What?” you asked with a grin and he shook his head “You’re beautiful dressed up but holy shit are you gorgeous all fucked out”

You just fucked your brothers best friend. Not only that but it was the best sex you’d ever had. What the fuck were you gonna do now? He pressed a quick kiss to your lips then pulled out slowly, apologizing when you grimaced slightly “Sorry” 

He got up to throw the condom away then came back with a warm rag and bottle of water. He cleaned you up then helped you sit up to drink the water before laying down next to you “Can I?” he asked and you nodded so he pulled you over onto his  chest before laughing lightly “If your brother kills me for sleeping with you just makes sure my headstone says died doing what he enjoyed” 

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You shook your head “You’re insane” he grinned “You must like something to be in my bed” you rolled your eyes “I said you were insane, not that you were ugly” which in turn made him crack up before he said “Does this have to be a one time thing or?” you raised an eyebrow “I don’t think it does” and he grinned “Good, do you need to go right now?” you shook your head “They think I’m staying with Eliza” he pulled you over to be laying on top of him, hands spreading across your back “Lucky me” 

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