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HAPPY STAR WARS DAY! | May 4th, 2025

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I just want Aragorn or Obi-Wan to be my boyfriend. Is that too much to ask for?

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Sam Carver Masterlist

The Evidence Locker - Sam realises his feelings for you might be reciprocated.

Scars - Sam thinks his emotional scars are too much for you.

Playing For Keeps - Sam regrets what he said about your first night together.

Past Life - You finally tell Sam about your past.

Wallet - Your relationship with Sam is discovered when he forgets his wallet.

Big Heart - Sam takes care of you after noticing you're in pain.

Five Stars (NSFW) - Sam's realises his handyman skills do a little something for you.

Scary Movies - Sam divulges a secret during movie night.

The Darkest Hour - Sam comes home to find you in a troublesome position.

Crisis Point - Sam begs you to get the surgery you need.

HCs:

Dark Secrets

NSFW Alphabet:

Aftermath

Alone

Clothing

Dominance

Kissing

Marks

Quiet

Turn On

Zones

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Baby? Baby Stay With Me 4/4

Pairing: Sam Carver x fem!reader

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“Mayday, mayday, firefighter down, L/N's been shot. Ambo's on its way. Carver, get your ass here right now.”

Sam's heart pounded as he bolted off that rooftop and raced down the flights of stairs. You got shot, where? When? Kidd had shown him the bullets this organization was armed with. The thought of one of those monstrous bullets hitting you made him sick.

Although those things didn't matter so much, all he knew was that you were in pain and he needed to get to you.

When he ran out of the building, he heard the blaring sound of the ambulance. “Y/N!” Sam yelled desperately, seeing the paramedics load you into the ambo.

“I'm riding with you to med,” he stated, about to hop in with you.

A paramedic tried to stop him. “Sir, I need you to step back-”

Sam's anger grew, and he snapped at the guy, “She's my girlfriend, I'm not leaving her!” Not waiting for any further response, Sam jumped into the ambo and quickly took your hand in his.

Your eyes were closed, and your complexion was already pale, which sent a chill down his spine. With some coaxing, Sam got you to open your eyes. He saw the terror in them, but you merely gave him a small smile. That broke him. You were trying to be brave for him.

Sam couldn't prevent the sob that escaped him when you told him you loved him. This couldn't be the end. It wasn't right. Wasn't fair.

You were still unconscious when the ambulance pulled into Chicago Med. Despite his attempts to stay with you, Sam was forced to watch Marcel whisk you into the hybrid OR.

“Dr Marcel is one of the best surgeons out there, Y/N's in the best hands,” Maggie said to him softly as she escorted him to the waiting room.

Sam didn't respond, instead choosing to glue his eyes onto the ed doors. Why couldn't it have been him instead? You were his entire world, without you…there was no saving him from the anguish.

~8~

“The bullet was close to the liver, but thankfully, there was no damage done to it. We extracted it and repaired some blood vessels. We're gonna move her to the ICU so we can monitor to make sure there's no post surgical complications,” Marcel informed.

“But she’s okay, right? She's gonna pull through?” Sam questioned frantically.

Marcel smiled gently, “She's got a tough road ahead and isn't completely out of the woods yet, but yes, she should make a full recovery. I'll have a nurse take you up to see her,” he said. Sam shook the surgeon’s hand, graciously thanking him.

Sam followed the nurse up to the ICU, and she pointed over to a room before leaving. Sam cautiously walked over to the glass door and looked at your sleeping form. Your hair was messy and strewn all over the pillow. Your complexion was still a little pale, but he could see you regaining your color. His chest retracted, seeing the nasal cannula giving you oxygen.

Despite all these things, you were absolutely beautiful to him. More importantly, you were alive.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he checked the caller ID. It was Stella. Seeing you still peacefully asleep, Sam answered but refused to avert his gaze from your moving chest.

“Hey lieutenant,” he greeted.

“Carver. We heard about Y/N, thank God. Everyone sends their love and will be visiting when she's up to it.”

Sam cracked a smile, knowing how happy you'll be at seeing your family at 51.

“She'll love that. Please tell me you have some good news on the guys we took down,” he inquired, his fist clenching.

“The guy we caught spilled his guts in an FBI interrogation room. Gave up the location of their safe house. They intercepted the sniper there a few hours ago. And they're getting lots more info on the rest of the organization. It's over.”

The bastard that shot you was behind bars. There couldn't have been any greater news than that.

He conversed with Stella for a couple of minutes as she brought him to speed on some other stuff at 51. Including how she was going to Alabama to bring her husband back home, which meant she wouldn't be able to visit soon.

“Y/N will understand. She's been rooting for you to drag his wandering ass back. Her words, not mine,” Sam said, making Stella chuckle.

“I believe you. Keep an eye on her for me, Carver. That's an order.” She commanded seriously.

“Copy that lieutenant,” Sam replied, mirroring her tone before ending the call.

Quietly, Sam slipped into your room and took a seat on the chair next to your bed. He took hold of your free hand and squeezed it lightly. He wished for you to open your gorgeous E/C eyes.

As if hearing his thoughts, you shifted on the bed, letting out a small groan as you did so. Sam eagerly watched as you opened your bleary eyes.

“Hey sweetheart, welcome back,” Sam greeted lightly, giving your hand a kiss.

You looked at your surroundings, wondering why you were at the hospital. Oh. You were shot. It was all slowly coming back to you.

“How are you feeling? Do you need me to call a nurse? I can go grab someone,” Sam rambled.

You hummed, “Fine. Just loopy,” you answered, making your boyfriend chuckle and remark how the hospital was pumping you with drugs. You didn't care. The excruciating pain was gone.

“Everyone at 51 was worried, so I hope you're up for a bunch of visitors soon,” Sam warned you with no actual seriousness.

“Always,” you mused, growing excited about seeing your other family. You could already hear Herrmann and Mouch voices echoing in your mind.

“So…I suppose Ms Doreen was right,” Sam commented innocently, making you huff, trying not to laugh knowing it may hurt.

“Don't even bring that woman up. I'm going to be extra superstitious now, babe. It's not funny.”

The next hour, Sam spent telling you about all the good news that happened at 51, hoping it would cheer you up, which it did. Hearing the guy who shot you behind bars was uplifting.

When Sam told you about Sylvie's success at getting Julia to become her adopted daughter, your eyes lit up.

“I'm glad.. Sylvie's been working so hard… she deserves this. She's….she's gonna be a great mom,” you said through heavy breaths, your words slurring a bit towards the end.

Sam was instantly alert, “Sweetheart, you okay?” He noticed your eyes drooping as you struggled to stay awake.

“Just a little lightheaded,” you mumbled, trying to sound reassuring. It didn't work as your boyfriend grew even more worried.

“You do look a little pale,” Sam noted, glancing at the help button, wondering if he should press it.

You took a deep breath in. Why was that hard to do now? “My side..it..kinda feels off,” you added weakly. The aching started minutes ago, but you didn't really pay much attention till now.

Sam glanced down at your side and froze. There was a small patch of blood staining your blanket. He lifted the blanket. “No,” he whispered breathlessly, eyes widening in horror. Your wound had reopened with blood spilling out from your stitches and bandages. Your entire side was covered with the crimson substance.

Everything came crashing down with full force. Your eyes closed as you slanted over unconscious as your vital monitor started blaring, showing all your stats dropping.

Sam leaped out from his seat and cupped your face trying to wake you, “Baby? Baby, stay with me,” he cried out desperately.

“HELP! I need help here!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, praying a nurse or doctor had heard him.

A swarm of nurses and an on duty doctor ran into your room, and Sam was immediately forced onto the sidelines as they worked on you. “She's rebleeding. Let's get her to an OR,” the doctor announced.

Before Sam could even blink, you were being rolled out of the room back into surgery. As he stood in the now empty room, he saw the puddle of your blood left on the floor from the corner of his eye.

Then the tears fell.

There was only one question flooding his mind: When was this nightmare going to be over?

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Baby? Baby Stay With Me 3/4

Pairing- Sam Carver x fem!reader

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“Truck 81, Squad 3, Engine 51. We got a possible fire on South Jefferson Street. Let's move.” Kidd's urgent voice sounded throughout the firehouse speaker. You abandoned your lunch along with the rest of 51 and ran out to the apparatus floor into action.

You noticed Boden and Casey getting into the Chief's car to assist the call. As Mouch pulled out of the firehouse, you looked over at your lieutenant, who seemed more tense than usual.

You shared a look with your boyfriend as you both came to the same conclusion.

This was the Homeland threat.

When house 51 arrived on the scene, there was a maintenance worker waiting and part of an electrical unit in sparks.

“That transformer's overheating, and I don't know why,” the worker said when Boden asked what was happening.

“Chief, you see the damage to the cooling fins? Looks like a large-caliber gun,” Casey pointed out, making you smile slightly. It was nice having him back for a call. You missed your former captain.

“I got dry chem and foam suppression units en route. They're about 20 minutes out,” Boden told the worker.

The worker shook his head gravely. “We don't have minutes. If that fire spreads to the other banks, the whole substation could go down. We're talking 8 million people in the dark,” he informed.

“We cannot spray water while that transformer is energized. Can your people shut it down?” Boden asked.

“I can do it manually from the inside,” the worker answered.

“Then do it,” Boden instructed. The worker nodded and walked over to the electrical unit gate.

Boden turned and addressed you all. “Okay, charge the hose line. Get ready on the deck gun. We're gonna wait for the…”

The Chief was cut off by a gunshot that hit a wall close to you all. Immediately, everyone ducked down.

“Get down! Get down! Take cover! The shooter is still on the scene!” Casey yelled out. As the rest of your crew moved behind the fire engines for safety, you saw the poor maintenance worker cowering by the gate.

You instinctively rushed over and grabbed him, ignoring the slight sharpness of pain that radiated from your side. You pulled the man with you behind truck 81, flinching as a bullet landed right behind you.

“What the hell is going on here?” Herrmann screamed from behind Bodens car.

Boden radioed in to dispatch, “10-1 10-1, we are under fire. There's a sniper in an elevated position. Respond with caution.”

“Everyone stay down!” He called out his firefighters.

“Shots are coming from the east,” Casey informed Boden, looking upwards at a building located east of you all.

“Hey, I can pull the engine forward, shield that gate. That way, we can get in there,” Herrmann suggested. He moved to get to Engine 51 only to slide back towards cover as a bullet nearly hit him. Another shot took out a wheel on Engine 51.

“I said, stay down!” Boden shouted authoritatively. “We have to keep the rigs in between him and us!” He said to Casey, who was beside him.

“Chief, these are massive, armor-piercing rounds. Even the rigs might not protect us,” Casey warned.

“That's all we got. We stay put, wait for PD,” Boden said calmly.

Using Truck 81's side mirror, Casey angled it and spotted the shooter. “I see him. He's on a rooftop about a block away.”

Another bullet penetrated the electrical unit, sending the part that was sparking now into flames.

“That's the cooling oil. It's gonna go up fast now,” the maintenance worker said to Boden.

“Chief, I can get to that rooftop and put an end to this. He can only fire one round at a time. If I can make it to that corner, I can get to him. Then all I have to do is keep him distracted until the police arrive,” Casey pitched, selfless as always.

Boden immediately shot down the idea. “No, you are not armed.”

“Chief, we need to get that fire out. All due respect, Chief, but I don't answer to you anymore. I'm going,” Casey stated strongly, already moving from his crouched position despite Boden calling after him.

“Chief, he's right. And we can't let him go alone. I'm going with him,” Kidd spoke up, with you and the rest of 81 volunteering to accompany her.

“Gallo, Carver, bring your irons. Mouch, you gotta stay and work the aerial for me. L/N, I want you to stay as extra support,” Kidd ordered.

As Boden grilled your lieutenant about keeping safe, you looked over to your boyfriend to find his gaze already on you. “Be careful,” you told him, hoping he got your true meaning.

Sam didn't have a chance to respond as Kidd and Gallo were already cautiously moving towards Squad with Joe, who volunteered to move the engine to give them longer cover.

You could only watch helplessly as he, Casey, Gallo, and Kidd ran around the corner in the direction of the shooter.

Minutes passed as you and the rest of 51 waited for any radio response from the others. Feeling a bit lightheaded, you dropped into a sitting position, taking a deep breath in to regain your bearings.

“Carver's gonna be okay, L/N, they all will,” Mouch comforted. You gave him a shaky smile, hiding the throbbing pain you were starting to feel as your adrenaline wore off slowly.

You couldn't focus on whatever you were feeling as Kidd's voice came through the radio. “Gun is down. Gun is down!”

“Kill that power now,” Boden ushered to the maintenance worker who quickly ran over to the electrical unit. Just then, two CPD cars pulled into the lot, sirens blaring.

“Herrmann, get ready with that water,” Boden instructed the lieutenant.

“Got it. Let's go!” Herrmann called out to his crew.

“The shooter is on that rooftop!” Boden yelled out to the officers, pointing to the building a block away.

Using Truck 81 to support yourself, you wobbled onto your feet. A burning sense of pain flared from the side of your abdomen. You gasped, crumbling against the fire engine.

“L/N? You alright?” Mouch called out to you in concern as everyone got to work putting out the electrical fire.

You placed a hand on your side and then peeled it away. It was covered in blood.

You looked over to Mouch with wide eyes full of fear. The shock sent your knees buckle, and you collapsed.

“L/N!” Mouch cried out and rushed over to you. He placed pressure on your wound as you continued to stare at your blood covered hand, paralyzed.

“We need an ambulance! L/N's been hit!” Mouch called out to Boden frantically. He called out your name repeatedly until you finally looked at him.

“Breathe Y/N, you gotta breathe,” Mouch instructed. You didn't realize you weren't. Every breath felt like a stab.

“Chief,” you whispered fearfully, tears brimming as Boden crouched down next to you and took your other hand in his, squeezing it.

“Ambo is on its way. You're gonna be just fine, L/N,” he assured. You nodded, tears falling down your cheeks.

You wanted- no, needed Sam by your side. You needed him to call you sweetheart and say everything was gonna be okay because he was the only person you could believe.

As if reading your thoughts, Boden radioed over the frequency everyone at 51 was on. “Mayday, mayday, firefighter down, L/N's been shot. Ambo's on its way. Carver, get your ass here right now.”

“Thhhannnks Chief,” you slurred, your vision growing hazy for a moment. God, you were so tired.

“Carver's on his way, L/N, you need to stay awake for him. Don't close your eyes,” Mouch instructed, seeing how droopy your eyes were becoming.

You swallowed and barely managed to nod. Everything around you became a blur. You heard the ambulances' sirens growing louder and felt Mouch and Boden help you up. You heard yelling, and before you knew it, you were being loaded onto a stretcher.

One of the paramedics placed hard pressure on your wound, causing you to cry out. You were in and out of conscience about to pass out when Sam's voice filled your ears.

“Y/N! Honey?.... I'm riding with you to Med….. She's my girlfriend, I'm not leaving her!”

You felt his hand slip into yours as he called out to you. “Y/N, open your eyes for me, come on, sweetheart,” Sam encouraged softly.

It took a lot of effort, but you managed to open your eyes, making Sam smile weakly. “That's my girl. I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here. Stay awake for me,” he pleaded.

“I love you,” you whispered so quietly Sam almost didn't hear you. You wanted to caress his cheek and were sad you couldn't. If you were going to die, at least you were with the man you loved with all your heart.

A sob tore out from your boyfriend, “I love you too, so much sweetheart,” Sam whispered back, choking up.

And with that, you let go and fell into the eerie comfort of darkness.

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Baby? Baby Stay With Me 2/4

Pairing- Sam Carver x fem!reader

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Later that night on your bunk, you tossed and turned restlessly. No matter how much you yearned for peaceful slumber, it never came. Your lack of sleep was very evident the next morning, the bags under your eyes quite defining.

“Hey, what's wrong L/N, you didn't get yer beauty sleep or something?” Herrmann asked, after watching you grumble at the coffee pot being empty.

“Doubtful. Heard the mattress squeaking all night, almost kept me up,” Cruz remarked, giving you a slight annoyed gaze. You did not appreciate this gang up on you.

“Hey, you see how well you sleep after Ms. Doreen predicts a horrible fate for you,” you snapped.

Her prediction was quite literally causing you to go mad.

“I thought you said you didn't believe in that claptrap,” Mouch pointed out.

You crossed your arms defensively, “I don't-”

“Ms. Doreen's Psychic Parlor and Witchcraft Emporium,” Ritter interrupted, reading off his phone. You quickly rushed over to see.

“Oh, my God. Look at this website. Oh, come on, L/N. You can't take this lady seriously. Look at that font,” Gallo laughed. While he was right, the website looked very tacky, you dismissed its appearance and instead read the address.

“West Adams. I know where that place is,” you mumbled to yourself. You didn't really fancy seeing Ms Doreen ever again (which was the big reason as to why you didn't look her up prior), but if doing so meant you could finally get a wink of undisturbed sleep then so be it.

“Sweetheart,” Sam lectured, frowning, but you had already made up your mind.

“No, I have to get answers!” You exclaimed, walking out of the common area. Your shift was over anyway, and luckily, you always had clothes in your locker.

Walking along West Adams Street, you stopped in front of “Ms. Doreen's Psychic Parlor and Witchcraft Emporium”. While the outside was generic, the inside definitely highlighted its function. There were all kinds of bright, colourful rugs, candles, and mystic sculptures.

Once you stepped foot inside, your nose was immediately attacked with strong incense. You paused, put out by your surroundings, letting the door hit your back as it closed.

An associate of Ms Doreen's, who had been talking with the only other customer in the room, perked up when she saw you. She asked if you had an appointment with Ms Doreen. Feeling overwhelmed, you began to leave. “Uh, sorry, wrong place-”

Just as you opened the door, Ms. Doreen revealed herself by pulling away the high drapes that acted as some sort of wall.

“Y/N!”

You froze, screwing your eyes shut in dismay.

“I knew I recognized that voice. Come in, please,” Ms Doreen ushered, waving invitingly.

You internally sighed but complied. You came this far, might as well see how things played out. When Ms. Doreen asked what brought you to her emporium, it was like a bomb detonated within you.

“That damn reading you gave me! It's like I can't escape it. Your words are literally keeping me up at night from stress. You can't just say what you said to me and just leave me hanging like that! I feel like I'm going insane and so does everyone else in my life. I need answers!” You ranted frantically.

To her credit, Ms. Doreen was stunned and very apologetic. “I'm sorry. That was not my intention. Come, and we'll sort this out together, hm?”

You followed her through the curtain and dangling beads into the other side of the room, which was dimly lit.

“Okay. So what's the deal with this great pain that the universe has in store for me?” You questioned immediately. The suspense was killing you. At least you could prepare for whatever was to come if you knew what exactly was coming.

Ms. Doreen raised her hands placidly. “Let me give you a proper reading. Please, sit,” she encouraged, gesturing to the red velvet chairs and table in the center.

You did so and laid your palms upwards on the table eagerly. Closing her eyes and waving around a crystal in circular motion, Ms. Doreen said, “Clear your mind of all thoughts. Let the bad energy dissipate.”

You took a deep breath to relax yourself, closing your eyes and awaiting further instruction.

“Now we begin. Credit card or Venmo?”

Your eyes shot open, and you squinted at her. “What?” You squawked in utter shock. You thought this would be pro bono for saving her life!

“It's $75 up front,” Ms. Doreen continued, ignoring your outburst.

“I thought this was on the house,” you said, still dumbfounded at being charged, let alone being charged the regular rate.

“The first reading yesterday was gratis, but today's reading is $75.”

You ran your fingers in your hair, gripping it as you ducked your head, mentally beating yourself up.

You were an absolute idiot. Of course, this whole thing was a scam for people to just empty their wallets. Everyone at 51 warned you, even Sam, but no, you didn't listen. You should've just dropped this nonsense like any other rational person would've done.

“I'm so stupid. This was a mistake,” you mumbled, darting up from your seat.

“Y/N, please,” Ms. Doreen pleaded, looking up at you.

You smiled sweetly, barely concealing your anger. “Nope, goodbye!” You said before storming out of the emporium.

~8~

Back home later that night, you told Sam what had happened. To his credit, he held back his laughter as best he could, but a few chuckles escaped.

“Please don't tell anyone at 51, I can practically hear the taunts from Herrmann and Capp,” you begged your boyfriend as the two of you were preparing dinner.

“Your secret is safe with me, sweetheart. I'm just glad you're gonna bury this once and for all,” Sam said before taking a sip from his beer, eyes still trained on you.

“Yeah me too, I already feel be-ah!” You stopped mid sentence, as the knife you were using to cut a tomato slipped and caught your fingertip. As blood quickly drew, you placed your injured finger in your mouth.

“Why is it the little cuts hurt the most, dammit,” you complained, accepting a paper tower from your boyfriend.

“Maybe Ms. Doreen wasn't bluffing,” Sam teased, gesturing to your cut. You gazed down at it and rolled your eyes. All your worrying for a small cut that would heal in no time.

“Whatever. No more psychic talk,” you replied, smiling, throwing an oven rag at your cheeky boyfriend's face. He caught it with a shit grin, much to your annoyance.

Shaking your head, you opened the fridge to get yourself a beer. Once you opened it, you raised it in the air. “Here's to becoming sane again!” You toasted cheerfully, clinking your bottle with your boyfriend's.

After taking a sip, you placed it down and leaned against the counter. “So any updates on the bullet Kidd found last shift?” You asked.

Despite your almost mental breakdown, you did remember the other major discovery made on that call along with Ms Doreen. You also knew your boyfriend was a lending ear to your lieutenant.

Sam shrugged, crossing his arms. “Last I heard, Kidd sent her info over to Casey, although from the picture I saw, there's no way that monster bullet isn't connected to this big Homeland investigation.”

“Something will come up. It always does,” you mused.

Seeing your pensive gaze, Sam grabbed your waist lightly and pulled you into him. “Everything's gonna be okay. This will all work itself out soon, like this whole Ms Doreen thing.” You barked out a laugh at that.

Seeing you finally relax again, a sly smile formed on Sam's face. His fingers traced the bottom of your shirt, peeling away the fabric from your body. “How about we skip dinner and go just to the fun, huh?” He murmured.

You went on the tips of your feet and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Not a chance, pretty boy, I'm starving,” you answered sweetly, moving away and focusing back on preparing dinner. That earned a light, playful slap on your behind.

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Baby? Baby Stay With Me 1/4

Pairing- Sam Carver x fem!reader

Summary: After a psychic gives you an ominous reading after you help her, you can't help but feel on edge that her reading will come true....

Based on episode 11x22

Note: This can be connected to my other Carver fic (I Love You, I'm Sorry), but it is standalone. This story will have a open/ambiguous ending

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As you woke up, you became aware of the arm drape over your waist and a chest pressed against your back. Blearily, you opened your eyes, squinting at piercing sunlight. You let out a yawn, then smiled when you felt kisses being planted on your bare shoulder.

Your boyfriend snuggled himself further into you. “Good morning,” Sam greeted, his voice still gruff from sleep.

You hummed, closing your eyes in peace. “Good morning,” you replied softly.

The two of you laid together for a couple of minutes. Knowing you had to get ready for shift, you moved to get up. Or attempted, as Sam tightened his hold, preventing you from moving.

“We're gonna be late if we lay here,” you remarked, chuckling at his actions.

“Not if we shower together, save some water and time,” Sam suggested with a smirk.

You turned in his arms to face him with a glint in your eye. “Oh you'd like that, huh?”

Sam nodded solemnly, “I would like that very much, if it means keeping you in my arms longer,” he whispered before kissing you.

An idea came to you making you smile in the kiss. You let your hands fall onto Sam's chest, deepening the kiss. This made your boyfriend's guard drop and subsequently relax his hold on you. Taking advantage, you quickly pulled away and rolled out of bed.

“Better get moving, hot shot,” you teased, giving your stunned boyfriend a triumphant smile before heading to the bathroom to get ready.

~8~

“Truck 81, Engine 51, Ambulance 61. Multi-vehicle accident, Roosevelt and Racine.”

Hearing alarm blaring and dispatchers' announcement, you raced out to the apparatus floor with the rest of the crew. You hopped into 81 with your gear and got yourself ready as you all rolled out of the firehouse.

Approaching the intersection, you exited 81 and awaited instructions from your lieutenant. The accident involved a boat stuck on the top of a car with two other cars strewn in the distance, no doubt from the main impact.

An injured man approached, with Herrmann catching him as he wobbled on his feet.

“It's my fault. It's all my fault. I tried to make a right turn from the center lane. It's just so stupid. I cut that guy off,” he ranted, pointing over to an SUV. “He clipped the trailer. The boat came loose and landed on this poor lady. Then that one, it bounced off her,” he finished, pointing at a Sudan in the distance.

“Let's get you checked out,” Herrmann interrupted calmly, gently pulling the man with him to Brett and Mikami.

“Alright. L/N, check the Sudan. Carver, go check on that SUV,” Kidd ordered.

“Copy that,” you stated with a firm nod. You rushed over to the Sudan's driver window to see a disoriented middle-aged woman.

“You okay, ma'am?” You asked softly, not wanting to alarm her any further than she probably already was.

“My ears are ringing,” she answered nervously, her body shaking from adrenaline.

“That's okay, that's from the airbag. It'll go away, I promise. Are you hurt anyplace else?” You questioned, your eyes searching to see any other apparent injuries. She had some minor bruises and cuts but seemed to be in good shape.

“I don't know. I'm... I'm... I'm shaking,” the woman stumbled. You saw her breath start to quicken and intervened.

“It's okay, all right? Take a deep breath,” you instructed, demonstrating with her.

The woman took a couple of deep breaths and gave you a small smile. “There you go. The worst part's over. I'm gonna get you out of here, and you're gonna feel a whole lot better,” you reassured.

Using your halligan, you pried open the car door and gently unbuckled the woman. Knowing a second ambo would be on the way, you staked out a secure place to situate the woman. Spotting a bench nearby just around her car, you helped her there.

“You’re doing great, almost there,” you encouraged, supporting her weight as she leaned heavily on you.

“Oh, thank you. I've never been so afraid in my life,” she said breathlessly.

“Well you're doing amazing right now,” you praised, keeping her spirit up as you helped her sit.

“The paramedics will be with you shortly, okay Ma'am,” you stated before turning to go back and help your crew.

You stopped as the woman caught your wrist. “What's your name?” She asked.

“Y/N,” you answered kindly.

“Y/N, thank you so much,” the woman replied, now grasping one of your hands.

You froze in confusion as she began ripping your glove off. “Uh Ma'am…”

“Ms. Doreen, I'm a medium, and you must let me repay you with a reading,” Ms Doreen inserted, tracing a finger along your palm.

You shifted uncomfortably, wanting to have your hand back to yourself. “Ah, that's okay, ma'am. You really don't need to do this-”

“Y/N listen to me,” Ms. Doreen interrupted seriously, making you stop. Your nerves grew as she gazed up at you with sadness.

“You are going to experience great pain very soon. I am so sorry,” she informed gravely, frowning sympathetically.

Alarmed, you quickly ripped your hand away. What the hell did she mean, great pain? “I, uh, I need to get back to work,” you mumbled, not even giving the woman a second glance as you walked away.

Pushing her ominous words aside, you pulled yourself together and reported back to your lieutenant. Kidd saw you approaching and asked, “Hey, how's that lady doing, okay?”

You nodded, cautiously looking in the direction of the medium. “Yeah she's okay. Uninjured, minus being shaken up.” And more importantly, crazy but you didn't voice that.

“Good. And what about the SUV?” Kidd asked Carver. Snapping your gaze away from Ms Doreen and onto your boyfriend, you listened to his report.

“I guess there was one occupant, but he fled the scene,” Carver answered with a huff of disbelief.

“Fled why?” you questioned, brows knitted in confusion.

“The accident wasn't his fault,” Kidd added to your point. “Why run if you aren't guilty?”

Carver shrugged, “No idea. The boat guy said he grabbed a big duffel out of the back and took off without a word,” he informed. Or maybe this guy was guilty of something else.

Having the same line of thought, Kidd looked over her shoulder to Mouch and asked, “Hey, we got a cop on scene?”

“Rolled up a couple minutes ago,” he answered.

“Good. Send him my way,” Kidd instructed before she walked over to the empty SUV to inspect it.

Once your jobs were finished on scene, Truck and Engine returned back to 51. The whole duration of the trip, you were quiet, staring blankly out the window. Ms. Doreen's words kept echoing in your mind.

“Hey, good run?” Cruz asked your crew as you walked past squads table

“Boat accident on Roosevelt,” Mouch informed, receiving surprised expressions from squad.

“Yeah, be glad you didn't get called out. A lot of bad vibes on that one,” you added, almost shuddering.

“What do you mean?” Cruz inquired, one brow raised curiously.

“I helped out this weird palm reader, and instead of just stopping at thanks, she decides it's a good idea to tell me my future sucks,” you ranted dramatically, throwing your hands in the air.

“Back up. You let her read your palm in the middle of the call?” Mouch interrupted. That made you gawk.

You spun around to him with an offensive glare. “She didn't exactly give me a choice, Mouch! Before I could process anything, she was feeling up my palm!” You defended.

It seemed your obvious distress was amusing to everyone, which made you angry.

“What's next after seeing psychics, L/N, meditation, rituals?” Capp teased, with Tony laughing at the remark.

“It's not funny. What she said was awful,” you stated seriously, glaring at them.

“What'd she say?” Gallo asked, a small amused smile on his face.

“Well, she said... You're gonna feel great pain very soon," you recounted, closing your eyes. A shiver ran down your spine.

Your crew members all frowned. “Yeah, that's kinda creepy,” Cruz agreed. Finally, someone who agrees with you!

You gestured to him, exclaiming, “Right? Who says to somebody they just met?”

“I think you can safely ignore any prophecies from a lady with a 'basic witch' bumper sticker,” Ritter cut in, making you sigh.

“I'm not saying I believe her, just that it was awful,” you announced. You weren't one to believe in mystic voodoo crap, and that wasn't gonna change now because of Ms Doreen…it's just taking you some time to get over her ominous words.

Needing a moment of privacy with your own thoughts and away from any future teasing, you decided to take a shower. The warm water brought a sense of comfort as you closed your eyes in relief.

A pair of arms suddenly wrapped around you, making you jump. You let out a gasp and craned your neck to see your boyfriend. “Give a girl a warning next time, will ya?”

“No can do sweetheart, besides that was payback for your little stunt this morning,” Sam laughed, spinning you around to face him.

You hooked your arms around his neck, smirking. “Oh yeah?”

Sam leaned in and captured you into a kiss. When you two separated, he asked lowly, “What's this I'm hearing about a psychic?”

You sighed frustratedly, leaning your forehead onto his. “It's nothing,” you dismissed.

Sam quirked a brow. “Is it? Talk to me, sweetheart,” he prodded.

You faltered. “I..I don't know, babe. I know what she said was total nonsense…but I just can't shake this bad feeling that something might be coming. Something bad.”

You felt silly for saying it, but this bad omen, truthful or not, was putting you on edge, and Sam noticed. He had to say something to make you feel better.

“You want my advice?” Sam asked seriously.

“Always,” you mumbled.

“I think you should try and forget about it and not let it eat you up. If something happens, we'll deal with it together. How's that sound?” Your boyfriend proposed.

Without replying, you nodded and buried yourself further into him. You giggled as you felt Sam pressing kisses on your wet body.

He then pushed you up against the shower wall with a lustful glint in his eyes. “Now, where did we leave off this morning, hm?” Your laugh was cut off by his lips smashing onto yours. You clutched onto his back and hooked one leg over his for support. Trust your boyfriend to always lift your mood.

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I Love You, I'm Sorry (Completed)

Summary: Since Carver's arrival at 51, you and him had gotten close on Truck 81. But when his brother Nathan comes along, stirring up trouble, your relationship takes a turn.

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The rest of your shift was uneventful after that house fire call. Everyone at 51 was singing your praises at your daring rescue, with them all expressing their relief at your safety. While you did receive a small lecture from Boden about following orders, even the battalion chief praised you on saving little Mark.

Herrmann even gave you the night off at Molly's which was nice because after the day you had all you wanted to do was get into your pajamas and binge watch something on Netflix while stuffing your face with snacks.

Just when you were about to do said things, a knock sounded from your front door. Shutting off your phone, you got up from your couch and went to answer.

Your eyes widened, seeing Carver. “Carver…what are you doing here?” You asked after a beat, crossing your arms.

“I'm a jerk.” Carver blurted out bluntly, taking you by surprise.

“Not gonna argue with that,” you retorted, your brows furrowed in confusion.

“What I said to you last shift was horrible and uncalled for, and I'm so sorry for hurting you,” Carver apologized softly, his eyes trained on you with visible regret.

Of course you couldn't stay mad at him forever, it was impractical….but there was still something troubling you.

“But why? Why say any of it?” You asked, your tone pleading for him to tell you the truth. Something happened that made him say what he did, was it your fault? Did you pry too much?

You watched Carver crumble at your question. He sighed heavily, his back slumping against the side of your doorway. You waited patiently, watching as Carver showed you his vulnerable side once again.

“Because I was scared,” he confessed in a small voice, looking blankly ahead before moving his gaze back to you.

“Scared?” You repeated in a whisper.

Carver shakily nodded. “Of letting you in,” he answered, stunning you. He saw your reaction and continued. “When I moved to Chicago, I left my past behind in Texas. I spent years trying to dissociate from the Sam I was there to the one here. I didn't want my lives to mix…for the former to screw up the current one.”

Your heart ached at the revelation. The fact Carver felt the need to hide all that happened with his family to the point where he thought anyone knowing about his past would send everything crashing down. That was why he was so guarded. It all made sense now.

“I pushed you away because I was scared of letting you all see the real me. The real Carver, who isn't just some cocky firefighter in the CFD, but a guy riddled with a trunk full of emotional baggage and trauma. I couldn't let that part of me take one of the best things in my life, so it was easier to push you away than for you to realize how much of a burden I really am,” Carver croaked, swiping at his eyes as tears threatened to shed. One had already escaped and trickled down your cheek.

“Oh Sam,” you mumbled, barreling into his arms, embracing him gently yet firmly. Sam clung onto you, breaking out into quiet sobs. This lasted a few minutes until Sam began to calm himself, signaling to you he was ready to hear what you had to say.

You slowly pulled away from him, still keeping hold of his shoulders. “Look at me,” you ordered lightly. When Sam refused to, you raised his chin with your hand before resting it on his cheek.

“I forgive you, for everything. But let's make one thing clear: You are not a burden to me or to anyone else. So get that into your thick head, Carver, before I knock it in there,” you threatened, successfully getting a small chuckle out of him.

Unconsciously, you began stroking his cheek with your thumb. “You're a good man Sam, under all that bravado is a kind, compassionate guy who's not afraid to put his life on the line for the people he cares for, including me. That's the man I've fallen for. And if he comes with a crap ton of emotional baggage, then so be it.”

“You're in love with me?” Sam asked, raising a brow. You flushed but didn't shy away, instead you stood strong, nodding with a sheepish smile.

Sam laughed in both excitement and disbelief. He tucked a piece of stray hair behind your ear, making your heart flutter. You saw his eyes land on your lips and bravely inched yourself forward, your hands slipping onto his chest.

Taking the hint, Sam brushed his lips against yours, quietly whispering, “Good, cause I'm crazy for you,” before colliding your lips together.

Your hand came to grip the back of his head, drawing him closer to you. Sam hungrily kissed you more intensely as you raked your fingers through his dark brown hair. Before you knew it, the two of you were stumbling into your apartment with Sam kicking the door close behind him.

“Jump,” he instructed huskily, breaking away from the kiss. You obeyed, and he caught your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his middle.

You moaned as he began planting kisses along your neck. Sam walked you around your living room aimlessly as he realized he had no clue where your bedroom was. You chuckled breathlessly and helped direct him. When he eventually got you two there, Sam threw you down on the bed.

You quickly pulled off your shirt and watched him do the same. Your eyes roamed over his lean, muscular physique. Sam noticed your ogling and smirked. “Like what you see?” He teased, letting his own eyes trail over your lingerie covered body.

“I should be asking the same thing,” you replied with a lopsided grin. Your expression turned more lustful as you seductively asked, “Are you gonna unclasp this bra, or am I?”

You barely finished your sentence before Sam pounced on top of you. When your bra was discarded, he eyed your naked body with awe. While you two became more intimate, you made sure to also spare your attention on Sam's scar, kissing it gently. You wanted him to feel that every inch of him was loved by you.

Hours later, you found your head resting on Sam's bare chest as he lightly stroked your arm. The two of you were silent, basking in each other's presence and the pleasure that came with it.

“You know you scared the hell out of me today on that call,” Sam said, breaking the tranquil silence.

You tilted your head up to find him already looking down at you. “I scared myself too. But this job...it's who we are. We can't let whatever this is get in the way of that, Sam.”

As much as you loved him, you couldn't let your relationship with Sam interfere with your job as a firefighter. Thankfully, Sam seemed to be in agreement.

“I know. It's gonna take time for me to get used to the sight of the woman I love running into burning buildings and putting her life in danger…but I suppose I signed up for this the moment I kissed you huh?” Sam asked rhetorically, smiling.

You mirrored it, “You sure did, Carver,” you said before capturing him in another kiss.

A/N Hope you all enjoyed! I've been simping over this man since his debut, and all I have to say is that we need more fics damnit!

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“There you are, I've been looking for you,” you announced with a smile, seeing Carver sitting on the bench in the locker room.

Your smile fell when he didn't turn to face you. You slowly approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Everything okay?” You asked with concern. Your brows knitted in confusion when he moved from your touch. You saw the tension riddled through his body. “Did your brother reach out again?” You questioned.

“Everything's fine,” Carver answered curtly. He was obviously lying, but you decided not to prod him.

“All right,” you trailed slowly, taken aback.

Despite Carver's attitude, you plastered a cheery expression, “Come out to the app floor. Ride-along guys here. We're gonna make him feel like the man of the moment-” Your excitement was interrupted by Carver, who finally turned to face you. A hard glare in his eyes.

“I don't wanna do this happy family act, okay? This isn't my family. This is a workplace. And it's getting pretty damn suffocating, to be honest,” he snapped coldly.

His words left you speechless, and you just stared back at him paralyzed. Swallowing, you cast your gaze downwards before promptly rushing out of the locker room.

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That event happened two shifts ago, and the next shift, Carver called in sick. You just couldn't understand what went wrong. Everything was fine between the two. In fact, you thought things had gotten better. Guess you were wrong.

At first, all you felt was anger. After all the support you'd given him, the comfort, this is how he repaid your kindness? By cutting your friendship off? You weren't just angry on your own behalf but on the rest of House 51, who had welcomed him with open arms.

Then came the hurt. Despite your avid disagreements and protests to Stella, Sylvie, and Violet, you did begin to want your relationship with Carver to go to the next level. The whole situation with Nathan cemented your feelings for the firefighter, but after his abrupt rejection, you didn't know how to feel. You couldn't just stop caring for him. Your feelings couldn't be turned off like a light switch.

Unsurprisingly, your inner turmoil made itself evident on shift.

Everyone at 51 noticed your withdrawn behavior. How you didn't join in teasing Herrmann with Ritter, Gallo, and Violet. How you barely listened to Joe telling you a story about Javi. You kept to yourself, and if you were around anyone, you were quiet. You made sure not to let your emotions cloud your mind when it came to the job. On calls, you were focussed and followed orders like normal.

It was so noticeable that Chief Boden called Stella into his office and asked if she knew what was going on. “I wish I knew, Chief. I have a hunch it has something to do with Carver, but it's not like I can ask him, and L/N isn't opening up anytime soon.” She told him, concern lacing her tone. She was worried about you, her closest friend.

“Well whatever is going on, I trust you, as her Lieutenant, to bring the L/N we all know and love back,” Boden said in a serious tone.

You didn't even show up to your shift at Molly's, calling in sick to Herrmann.

~8~

The next shift, Carver showed up without a trace of “sickness”. You froze when you first laid eyes on him. Despite knowing you'd run into him eventually, you hadn't actually prepared how to even remotely act around him. So when he made eye contact with you, you pivoted and walked in the opposite direction. Little did you know Carver was in the same awkward predicament as you. He had no idea what to even say to you.

Before he could chase after you, the alarm sounded. “Truck 81, Engine 51, Ambulance 61, residential fire. 2935 Point Street.”

Sighing in frustration, Carver ran out onto the apparatus floor and jumped into 81. As he got his gear on, he tried to catch your eye, but you were determined not to meet it. So you were definitely ignoring him now, not that he didn't deserve it. Although he couldn't dwell on personal feelings, he had to focus on the call.

When you arrived on scene, you exited 81 and gazed at the house that was engulfed in flames. Standing at a safe radius were a man and woman who was holding a little girl in her arms, all of which were covered in ash.

“Oh thank God! Our sons, Billy and Mark, they're still in there, you have to save them, please! Save my babies!” The mother pleaded desperately, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Chief Boden exited his car and ushered the family over to Brett and Mikami. “My firefighters are gonna do all they can Ma'am, now let's get you all checked out,” he said.

“Alright, Hermann, I need a line in there. L/N, Gallo, you two search upstairs. Carver, Mouch, you two with me on the main floor. Let's go!” Stella ordered. You quickly secured your breathing apparatus on your face before following your Lieutenant into the burning house.

As you charged into the building, the crackling blaze intensified, casting ominous shadows on the smoke-filled rooms. Your heart raced, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you maneuvered through the labyrinth of flames. You and Gallo quickly made it upstairs. “Fire department, call out!” You shouted as you combed through every room.

“Clear!” You yelled to Gallo, exiting the bathroom.

“This room’s clear too!” Gallo replied, walking out of the parents' room.

Suddenly, a deafening explosion echoed through the house, sending tremors beneath your feet. “Chief, we found one boy, Carver's bringing him out now,” Kidd reported. Half the weight was lifted from your shoulders at the news.

“I want everyone out of there that roof isn't gonna hold,” Boden ordered.

You grabbed your radio and spoke, “Chief, Gallo and I haven't cleared the entire second floor.” You had one more room to search through.

“That wasn't a request L/N, get yourselves out of that house right now,” Boden repeated sternly.

You gazed back at the bedroom, your heart breaking, knowing that little boy could be hiding in there. Gallo, too, wanted to argue but with Boden radioing again, and hearing the roof moving above…you both had no choice.

You and Gallo were halfway down the stairs when you heard it. A knock coming from the room. It was like you were on autopilot. Without notifying your partner, you sprinted back upstairs.

“Fire department, call out!” You yelled desperately, looking around the room frantically. A knock came from the closet, and you rushed and opened it to reveal a little boy hiding in a pile of clothes.

You crouched down and tried to provide some comfort to the fear riddled child. “Hi buddy, everything's going to be okay, I'm gonna get you out of here,” you told him softly, smiling.

You quickly took off your breathing apparatus and placed it on him. When you asked for his name, he answered Mark. “Okay Mark, I need you to hold onto me as tight as you can, like you're giving me a bear hug, got it?” You instructed, breaking off into a coughing fit from the smoke entering your lungs. Mark nodded and gripped you tightly as you picked up in your arms.

As you made your way out the door, your radio sounded. “L/N report!” Boden shouted from the other line.

Still keeping hold of Mark, you answered. “On my way Ch-”

You were cut off by the roof crumbling above you.

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After handing Billy over to Brett and Mikami, Carver moved to go back into the house when Boden made the call to evacuate. He looked up at the roof, which was going to fail any minute, and watched his crew exit one by one…except for you.

“Gallo, where's L/N?” Kidd questioned.

Gallo glanced behind him, surprised, making Carver's stomach drop. “I- she was right behind me. She must've gone back to clear that last room,” Gallo answered with wide eyes.

“I'll get her,” Carver volunteered immediately, already getting his breathing apparatus ready.

“No, no one's going in there. That is an order. Stand down, all of you,” Boden said curtly. Everything in Carver wanted to protest. You were still in there. What if you were hurt? What if you got trapped?

Ignoring his ansty firefighters, Boden calmly radioed you. “L/N report.”

Carver breathed out when he heard your voice sounding from the other line. “On my way Ch-”

You were cut off just as everyone watched part of the house's roof collapse. Without thinking, Carver started bolting towards the house only to be restrained by Mouch and Gallo.

“Let me go! She's still in there, we can't just leave her, she needs help! Y/N!” Carver screamed, tears brimming his eyes. He didn't get the chance to tell you how sorry he was for pushing you away. How it took his Lieutenant banging on his apartment door and lecturing him to make him realize how much he messed up.

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After calling in sick to Kylie, Sam spent the entire day just sitting in his apartment with a beer in hand. Your devastated face after yesterday's conversation haunted him. And each time it did, a beer bottle would shatter.

Just when he had the thought to clean up the mess of self-destructive rage, a series of hard knocks sounded from his front door. Composing himself to the best of his abilities, Sam dragged himself to the door, praying it wasn't you behind it. It wasn’t. It was his lieutenant.

Sam let out an irritated breath at seeing her. Stella glanced down at the beer he was holding. “Wow,” she remarked, disappointed.

“What are you doing here?” Sam questioned, almost fidgeting under her eyes.

“I came to check on you,” Stella answered. “And clearly, you're not okay,” she stated factually.

“I'm good. I... I just…” Sam stumbled, but Stella pressed on.

“You know you left me high and dry...no notice, no call, no text,” she listed stoically.

“I was sick. I told Kylie,” Sam defended.

But Stella Kidd was nothing if not a truth seeker. A bold one at that. “Do not lie to me. You are not sick,” she stated sternly. Sam looked away in slight embarrassment at being called out.

Stella sighed, and her tone softened, “I know the visit from your brother was rough, but this isn't the way to handle it.”

Sam was unsurprised that his Lieutenant knew about his business with Nathan. He wasn't naive to not believe you wouldn't share some details with your friends.

“I have given you as much slack as I can, but, Carver, I am out of rope. If I can't trust you. I can't work with you. It's that simple. You either show up next shift, ready to be straight with me, or you are done at 51,” Stella warned. She started to walk away before pausing.

“And Carver?” She called out, making the man look up at her from his frozen position at his doorway.

“You'll be pleased to know that whatever happened between you and L/N has completely wrecked her. You know you can push me away. You can push the rest of 51 away, but not L/N. She doesn't deserve this. Not after giving her entire heart out only for it to be ripped into pieces by some inconsiderate idiot she really cared for,” Stella ranted, the protectiveness and anger she had on your behalf spilling through.

She knew her next words were cruel, but maybe they'd be enough to knock some sense into the firefighter.

“So congratulations, Carver, you effectively managed to wipe the smile off L/N’s face for an entire shift, maybe for the near future, and we both how it's nearly impossible to do that. I hope you're happy.” And then she left, leaving behind a shame ridden Carver hanging his head with utter regret over what he’d done.

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Was this some sort of punishment? To be held back from a burning building, forced to witness the woman he loved lose her life. An enraged scream tore from his mouth. He ignored everyone and everything, burning his gaze into the cold ground beneath. You were gone. You had died thinking he hated you and the fact was killing him.

“L/N!” “She's out!” “We got you!”

Carver's head shot up at his crew's exclamations, and he saw Gallo,

Kidd, and Mouch crowd you. Struggling to catch your breath, you handed Mark over to Gallo and let your Lieutenant look you over.

“L/N, you good? Any injuries?” Kidd questioned with worry.

Still expelling smoke from your lungs, you couldn't answer but merely shook your head as you coughed.

You were covered in ash but seemed to be physically fine. Once his eyes had searched every inch of you and found nothing wrong, Carver leaped to his feet, ran over, and pulled you into a tight hug. “Oh thank God,” he choked out, screwing his eyes shut in relief as your arms slowly wrapped around his waist.

“Alright, I hate to break up the heartfelt reunion, but we need to get you to check out L/N,” Kidd interrupted, barely containing the smile on her face.

Carver didn't leave your side as the paramedics checked you over. Luckily, you only had some minor smoke inhalation, which was an easy fix with some oxygen.

Carver cleared his throat, unsure what to say. This was your first time talking since everything, and definitely not how he pictured it. “You uh, had us worried there for a second. I was ready to drag you out myself,” he remarked light-heartedly. You merely stared back at him blankly, holding the oxygen mask over your nose.

Carver sighed, “Look Y/N I-”

You cut him off, lifting the mask and expelling some coughs. “It's L/N. We're still on call right now, Carver, and this is a workplace, remember?”

Your use of his words made him flinch. Seeing as you couldn't stand the sight of him, let alone listen to anything he said, Carver wordlessly walked away from the ambulance. But he was far from done at getting you to forgive him.

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Pairing: Sam Carver x fem!reader

Summary: Since Carver's arrival at 51, you and him had gotten close on Truck 81. But when his brother Nathan comes along, stirring up trouble, your relationship takes a turn

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Sam Carver was an enigma to most people at Firehouse 51. Except to you. Since his arrival and him subsequently joining your crew on Truck 81, you were the only person to slowly begin to crack the surface. But it wasn't easy.

Your first impression of Carver was that he was an arrogant, annoying prick - well, at least that was what Stella had told you. Thankfully, Carver appeared to have changed since his time at the academy with Stella. He was still a bit cocky, but he had heart. And other than his very concerning drinking habits, he was a good guy. He cared about the people he worked with.

Your friendship with Carver formed gradually with every shift and call. But even the budding relationship between you didn't make him open up more initially. Despite many offers from you to join the rest of the house at Molly's, he still declined. At first, it stung that he didn't want to connect more with you or the others, but you respected his boundaries and eventually stopped asking.

Everything between you and him changed one night when Carver appeared at Molly's. Stella covered for you at the bar while you went over and shared a beer with him. It was then he opened up about his past in regards to the scar he had on his upper arm that you had noticed and inquired about shifts prior. That night, you saw the more vulnerable side of the tough guy people knew him as, and you treasured the fact.

You promised to keep his secret, and you did.

Your obvious closeness didn't go unnoticed by your girlfriends as Sylvie, Stella, and Violet constantly teased you about getting with the fireman. While you had to admit Carver was handsome as hell, you repeatedly told the girls you were just happy that he finally let you in as a friend (or that's what you told yourself).

Violet was adamant you were crushing on Carver (which maybe you were), but you would merely roll your eyes every time.

“How she fairing?” You asked Carver, walking out on the apparatus floor. There had been a leak on Truck 81, and being the handyman Carver was, he volunteered to take a crack at tracking it down.

Hearing your voice, he looked over and smiled. “Traced the leak back to the hose. Think it just needed to be tightened up.” He answered, watching as you moved to face him on the other side of the truck's hose compartment.

“Lieutenant will be glad to hear that. I'm just happy we won't have to use a replacement truck if 81 got taken out of service,” you told him, grateful.

Carver waved a hand, “Nah, I can handle it,” he assured.

“Great. Care for some help? I don't know a thing about fixing shit but I've been told I’m mean with a wrench,” you boasted, making him let out a soft chuckle.

Before he could respond, Kylie interrupted your conversation. The two of you looked over to the young girl when she called for Sam's attention. “Carver? Your brother's here,” she informed.

You instantly frowned and looked over at Sam while he merely let out an incredulous huff. “I think you have the wrong firefighter. My brother is in Texas,” Carver replied, a small smile still resting on his face.

Kylie shook her head. “I'm pretty sure he was looking for you. His name's Nathan?”

The name wiped any trace of happiness on Carver's face. Kylie pointed outside, making the two of you look over to see a man waiting impatiently. “He's outside. Didn't wanna come in,” Kylie informed, unaware of Carver's inner turmoil.

“Okay. Thanks,” Carver said curtly, flashing Kylie a tight, appreciative smile before walking outside.

Now you didn't want to eavesdrop on a personal conversation, but knowing what you did about Nathan made you listen out of concern for Sam. You could only hear certain bits.

“You could have called,” Sam stated, narrowing his eyes at his brother.

“You would have said no,” Nathan replied.

As the conversation progressed, it became more heated.

“I borrowed from Mom and Dad to keep NC Consulting afloat, and it didn't work out. And I don't need you to gloat about it,” Nathan said, pointing an accusatory finger at his brother.

Carver scoffed, shaking his head, “You're a real ass, you know that?”

You moved a step when Nathan got in Sam’s face. As much as you wanted to go outside and sucker punch that asshole, this was something Sam had to handle on his own. It didn't mean you liked it.

“You're gonna let Mom and Dad lose their home? 'Cause what, you're a little sad sack?” Nathan insulted, smirking and poking at his brother's chest.

That comment pushed Carver over the edge. “Get out of here.” When Nathan refused to move even an inch, Carver pointed in the distance and repeated in a growl, “Get out of here.”

“I knew we couldn't count on you. I told them,” Nathan commented for the last time before he slowly turned and walked away.

When Sam reentered the house, you went to approach him. “Carver,” you mumbled and stopped when he merely gave you a look and left you on the floor.

~8~

Needing to vent to someone about the whole Carver situation, you went to your girls.

“Did Carver say anything when he came back in?” Sylvie asked as she, you, Stella, and Violet stood in the laundry room.

You let out a sigh at the question, “Not a word.”

“I've been talking with Kelly about Carver lately, and we both agree that it's best to give him a little space. This thing with his brother, it's personal business Y/N,” Stella told you.

“He probably wants to keep it that way,” Violet added, giving you a sad smile.

You wished you could remove yourself from this whole mess, but you couldn't. Carver may not admit it, but seeing his brother would have brought back all the emotional trauma he endured growing up. You couldn't, in good conscience, abandon him now.

“I get it guys, it's none of my business, but he's the one who told me what his brother did to him. He knows I know! I'm not gonna force him to talk… I'll just keep a close eye out, make sure he's not too shaken up,” you stated resolutely.

Deep down, you were hoping Sam would come to you because with the way things stood now, there was no telling when he was going to go off.

~8~

You found Carver back at fixing truck 81's hose compartment and wordlessly grabbed a wrench joining him. He didn't react to your presence, which you took as a good sign. The two of you worked in silence for a couple of minutes, and during that time, the crease in Carver’s forehead grew more and more with frustration. This led to him getting distracted and hurting his hand.

“Damn it!” Carver yelled, throwing his wrench to the ground. You immediately flinched and stopped working. You knew he had a short temper, but you'd never seen it up close before. Carver saw your startled reaction and ducked his head bashfully.

“I'm sorry, that won't happen again,” he apologized.

“You okay?” You asked softly, setting down your wrench.

Carver knew what you were really hinting at but feigned misunderstanding. “I just... I just jammed it a little.”

“I'm not talking about your hand, Carver,” you clarified, giving him a pointed look.

Carver picked up his fallen wrench and approached you more calmly. “You are the only person who has any idea how crazy it is that he came here,” he confessed.

“So talk to me,” you pleaded desperately. Your eyes widened as you backtracked, “If- if you want to, of course,” you stumbled nervously.

Carver let out a heavy breath before diving into a rant. “Son of a bitch came here for money. I got as far away from that family as I could as soon as I was old enough. Talk to them once every few years, maybe. And when Nathan found out I was a firefighter, he called me a blue-collar sucker who'd never amount to anything. And now he's asking me for money? That psycho with the slick clothes and attitude to match, the one who shoved me into a fire just for kicks, is now asking for my life savings. Can you believe that?”

Boy, do you really wish you confronted Nathan when you had the chance.

“No. That’s insane. Why doesn't he go to your parents?” You asked curiously. His parents should be the ones dealing with their son's bullshit.

“He had his own advertising company, which I guess he ran into the ground. Drained my folks of their savings along the way,” Carver explained, running his hand through his hair.

Your expression dropped, “I'm sorry,” you sympathized. Your heart broke when he looked at you teary-eyed.

“For years, I've been having these dreams that Nathan and my parents are on a houseboat. Middle of Lake Conroe, near where I grew up. And the boat is sinking, and they are going to drown. I know it. And I'm standing on the shore, watching. And I could try and save them…But I don't. I just...I just watch,” he confessed, his voice wobbling in vulnerability.

It was hard seeing the usually arrogant man become so emotional and reveal his innermost dark thoughts. Eventually, you had to avert your gaze, or else you would've broken down with him. He took this as a sign of silent judgment.

“I know. Who's the psycho now, right?” Carver asked sadly.

Your eyes snapped back to his as you protested passionately, “Hey, having a dream about it doesn't make you a psycho. Your family has put you through so much, especially your asshole of a brother.”

“It... it feels like that's what's happening now. It's so damn strange. Despite everything, can I watch my parents go down, lose everything? I don't know. I... I really do not know,” Sam admitted, dropping his head in shame. He crouched down and resumed working on Truck 81's compartment.

Without hesitating, you rushed over to his side, crouching down to his level. You placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Obviously I can't even begin to imagine what you're going through, and I won't try to. And I know I can't force you to make any sort of decision, but what I can tell you, Carver, is that it's okay to feel conflicted. You're not selfish for feeling this way. Look whatever you decide, I'll back you one hundred percent. Even if I think that dick doesn't deserve a penny from you.”

That finally got a small smile out of Carver.

“Thanks L/N,” he whispered as he quickly began to compose himself.

“You're welcome,” you replied sincerely, giving his shoulder a squeeze before the two of you went back to work.

~8~

You let out a sigh of relief as you let your hair down once shift was over. As you collected your things from your locker, you saw Stella round the bend holding a brown package. “What's that?” You asked, slinging your bag on your shoulder and closing the door to your locker.

“This is actually Carver's official notification for the Firefighter Award of Valor for saving Pryma's life. Chief just gave me mine and wants me to pass Carvers on to him,” Stella informed as the two of you walked to the firehouse exit.

Your eyes lit up. “Oh wow, it's about time the two of you get the recognition you deserve for that call. I'm sure he'll be thrilled when you give him the exciting news. With all the family drama happening in his life right now that might just cheer him up,” you said.

Now outside on 51’s driveway and near your cars, you stopped Stella to ask, “Hey, um, I know this is technically Lieutenant business, but you mind if I tag along when you go?”

You hated the knowing smirk she gave you.

“Not at all. You have any idea if he'll be home tonight?” Stella asked.

You shook your head. “I doubt it, I think he's planning on meeting with his brother. I know his favorite bar, besides Molly's, he hangs around after shifts, that's our best bet.”

This time you shoved Stella when she gave you a suggestive look. Laughing, she started to head to her car, “I'll pick you up in a few!”

“Sounds good!” You yelled back, before getting into your car and driving away.

~8~

Hours later, in some more casual clothes, Stella picked you up at your apartment. And, of course, she took the opportunity to tease you. You gave your friend a lighthearted glare, “Will you stop! I'm just worried about him- as a friend!” You quickly interjected seeing her about to open her mouth.

“Alright fine, you two wouldn't be cute together, Carver's stubbornness combined with yours…the world would not be able to handle it,” Stella joked, pursing her lips with the shake of her head. You swatted her arm.

“How about you focus less on my love life and more on the road?” You grumbled, turning your attention out the window.

When you and Stella entered the bar, you saw Carver and his brother sitting at a table. Your blood boiled as you heard Nathan hurling insults at Carver once again.

“At least I didn't skip college and sign on for the fire department because no one else would hire me,” he sneered.

Carver's jaw clenched, but he didn't take the bait, “You know that's not why I joined,” he stated sternly.

Nathan rolled his eyes, “Come on, you could have made something of yourself,” he provoked with a huff of mocking laughter.

“Like you, bankrupting the family?” Carver snapped back.

You and Stella quickly made yourselves known before things could escalate further. You cleared your throat, drawing the men's attention. Carver's eyes widened in surprise when they landed on you. “Y/N!” He exclaimed.

“Sorry for interrupting the brotherly squabble, but our Lieutenant here has some news for you, Carver,” you informed, tilting your head over to Stella. Carver shifted his eyes to his lieutenant as if just noticing she was there as well.

“This is your boss?” Nathan questioned, looking Stella up and down, his brows furrowed in disbelief. You gave the man a glare while your Lieutenant merely ignored the rude comment and addressed Carver.

“Something important came up,” Stella announced and handed Carver his package. He slowly reached out to grab it and then opened it to reveal a certificate. You enjoyed seeing his eyes light up. “This is a notification that you and I have just received the Firefighter Award of Valor for saving Detective Pryma's life. We will get the actual medal from the mayor on awards day,” Stella informed seriously.

“You serious?” Carver questioned, a big smile stretching across his face.

“Mm-hmm, I wanted you to have it right away,” Stella answered.

From the corner of your eye, you see Nathan dropping his gaze onto the table. You couldn't help but rub it in his face further. “Your brother saved a lot of lives. This is a major honor from the city of Chicago. You should be really proud. Maybe treat him with a little more respect,” you spoke up, making sure every word made it through Nathan's thick skull.

Having completed the business you came for, you and Stella promptly left the bar. However, you missed how Carver's eyes trailed your back until you were out of sight.

A/N Decided to write my own Carver fics haha. Hope yall enjoyed.

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Can someone please write a Carver x reader fic 😫. This man needs more love and I am obsessed with him 😍

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Can someone please write a Carver x reader fic 😫. This man needs more love and I am obsessed with him 😍