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study-coffee-chicago · 1 year

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Trifecta from Hell (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister Imagine)

A/N: I’m finally posting this here because I got my laptop back! And, it’s unedited because at the time I posted it on Wattpad, my laptop was still being fixed and I hate writing/editing on my phone.

Anyway, sorry it's taken me so long to update! I haven't been watching PD since Jay left, so I didn't really have any ideas for a bit!

But, I have some now and have an idea for a fluffy Thanksgiving and Christmas imagine, so keep an eye out for that in the coming weeks!

Anyway, please remember to reblog and comment!

Enjoy!

Today had been fine...at least it had been until you got out of work and were stopped by one of your coworkers practically screaming at you. And, this wasn't where you typically worked, they were just really short staffed, so you were constantly pulled over here. But, you didn't have access to things that their normal staff did—you worked in mental health, so the most important thing you needed access to were updates on clients...which you didn't since you weren't this places full time staff—and since you were here so much, they were starting to think of you as their normal staff.

But, without access to everything, mistakes were bound to be made and you were the one getting blamed.

And this was what you had ranted to Jay about on your way home.

You were still crying after you hung up the phone and knew you were on the verge of a panic attack. But, you were on the highway and you couldn't easily just pull over.

So, you used a coping skill that you hadn't used since middle school: you dug your fingernails into the skin on the inner part of your wrist. Hard.

You removed your right hand from your left wrist—your left hand still being the one holding the steering wheel during this—and put it wheel and once again drove with both hands. But, you kept crying. So, you continued the process until you were just short of making your wrist bleed.

***

When you got home, you told Jay about your wrist and assured him you hadn't cut yourself, just dug your nails into your skin. And then, well, you broke down.

"Everyone fucking leaves!" you yelled. "What's the point of being here anymore? All I do is work! I have no friends, except for like two, Emma texted and told me she didn't want to be friends anymore! Everyone fucking leaves, Jay! And—" Your voice cracked. "Maybe it's me! Maybe I'm the fucking problem! Maybe it would be better if I was dead!"

Jay stood up. "You know you don't mean that. And, all the stuff with Emma, something else had to have been going on. You just have to get out more, make some friends. The pandemic definitely hasn't helped because you didn't get a full college experience, but—"

"What's the point, Jay? If everyone just leaves, why am I wasting my fucking time? I don't wanna be here anymore!" you cried as hot tears rolled down your face.

Jay opened his arms. "C'mere."

"No." You turned. "I'm going to bed."

Hopefully I won't wake up you thought to yourself.

"Y/N—"

"I said I'm going to bed!" you yelled and grabbed your backpack and made your way to your room.

Then, you cried yourself to sleep.

***

That was how you found yourself sitting next to Jay in his truck as he drove to the district the next morning.

"I'm 22, Jay. Just let me stay home," you pleaded for the billionth time that morning.

"After yesterday, me and Will feel it's safer if you're not by yourself."

"C'mon, I'm not gonna kill myself," you told him.

"After yesterday, well, me and Will aren't so sure."

"I just wanna sleep."

"And you can," Jay told you. "On the couch in the break room."

"Ugh." You leaned your head back in your seat in frustration.

When you pulled into the district, you figured it was better for you to walk inside because right now, you wouldn't put it past Jay to physically force you out of the truck and carry you inside.

"Chuckles Jr," Trudy said from the desk as she put the phone back in her cradle when you and Jay entered. "What brings you here?"

"I'm here against my will," you told her and Jay just rolled his eyes.

"She's here because it's safer for her," Jay said.

At this, Trudy's eyes widened. "Safer how? What's going on Halstead? You know between me and your sergeant upstairs, we have eyes everywhere."

"It's nothing like that," Jay said, assuming Trudy meant that an old case or collar was coming back to bite him in the ass. "She's just got some personal stuff going on, so I brought her here to keep an eye on her." And with that, Jay started walking towards the stairs, and you started following, still sulking.

"Sensitive case, Halstead. Y/N can't be up there. Intelligence and yours truly only," Trudy said, causing Jay to turn and look at her and you to throw your head back in frustration.

"Sarge, can you watch her for the day?" Jay asked.

"She's an adult, Halstead. Can't she look after herself?" Trudy asked, throwing him some of her signature sass.

"Thank you!" you said and pointed a hand towards Trudy. Finally, someone was on your side. It was like a breath of fresh air after arguing with Jay all morning.

"Can I talk to you?" Jay asked Trudy. He looked around at all the officers milling about. "Privately?" She nodded and the two moved to the door of the office. Jay gave you a pointed look and nodded to the bench before him. "You move from this bench, I will put you on a psych hold."

You went and sat down on the bench and Jay heard you mutter something about how fear tactics don't help in these kinds of situations, but, for once, he figured it was best to ignore you.

***

Ten minutes later, Trudy and your brother came out of the office.

"C'mon, kiddo. I'm bringing you to 51. Figured it would be much more fun for you to hang out with them than to sit behind that desk with me all day."

"Lucky me," you replied sarcastically.

"Hey, watch the--"

"Halstead, go upstairs and do your job. I'll take it from here," Trudy said, effectively cutting him off.

"Don't do anything stupid, Y/N," he told you. You huffed and rolled your eyes and then he shook his and turned around and jogged upstairs and into Intelligence.

"Ever ridden in a patrol car?" Trudy asked. You shook your head. "Then today's your lucky day because me and you are gonna go grab the best on from the CPD lot and we might even stop for donuts, give you the full beat cop experience."

"Lucky me," you said sarcastically and shrugged.

Trudy just looked at you and pursed her lips, trying to figure out what had you so down.

***

"Listen kid," Trudy said when the two of you got back in the patrol car with a box of two dozen donuts and coffee for you and her. "I'm not giving you a donut until you tell me your side of the story. I've heard your brother's, but I wanna hear yours. What happened at work that made you feel this way?"

You sighed. "It's not just work. It's everything."

"Work was just the tip of the iceberg then, huh?"

"Yeah," you said feeling yourself get choked up. "It's just- everyone leaves, so what's the point of trying to make friends, you know?"

"Kid, when you're as old I am, I can tell you one thing, if people aren't meant to stay in your life, they won't. But, maybe try hanging out with Ritter and Gallo and Violet at 51. They're close to your age, right?"

"A few years older," you answered. "They'll probably just look at me like Jay's little sister like everyone in Intelligence does."

"Hey, you'll never know unless you try."

"I guess," you shrugged. "Can I have a donut now?"

***

When you walked into the firehouse, you appeared fine, maybe a little sad, but fine nonetheless.

But, when you saw the number of firefighters in the common room, you started to become hyper aware of your surroundings and your breath caught in your throat.

"Hey, mini Halstead!" Kelly exclaimed from where he was grabbing breakfast. "What brings you here? C'mon, come get some breakfast, kid!"

You just looked him and then quickly shook your head.

"Gotta go to the bathroom," you said quickly and then turned around and calmly walked out of the common room and then speed walked down the hallway and into the bathrooms.

You could do this...there weren't that many people...there were, what? Four on squad, two paramedics, which made six. Then there was Chief Boden which made seven. Then there was Stella, which made eight...then there was—

Fuck! Who were you kidding? This was way too many people! And Jay thought this was a good idea?

You rested your head against the bathroom stall that you had locked yourself in and then pulled out your phone and sent a text to Jay with shaking hands.

There's too many people here. I hate you

He responded within thirty seconds.

Love you, too. Just making sure you're safe.

If your phone was indestructible, you would've thrown it on the ground.

You pocketed your phone and leaned your head back on the stall door.

Fuck.

This was going to be a long day.

***

You didn't know how much time had passed, but it hadn't been a lot, probably only five or ten minutes, when you heard footsteps coming towards the stall you were currently standing in.

"Y/N? It's just me," you heard Stella say. "Trudy told me, Kelly, and Boden what's going on. Can you please come out?" You didn't. "Can you at least say something? So I know you're okay?"

You sighed as frustration bubbled up in your body. That's what they all wanted to know: that you were okay, that you were safe.

You flung the door open. "I'm okay! I'm alive, aren't I? That's all you guys want, isn't it? Just to make sure I'm alive even though I'm fucking miserable?!"

Stella quickly backtracked and slammed the door to the bathrooms closed and then stood in front of it, effectively blocking your path to get out of here.

"Hey, I know feelings are something you Halsteads have a hard time expressing--at least your brothers do--, but I know you're hiding something under all that anger, Y/N," Stella said gently but firmly.

"You- you do?" You definitely weren't expecting that.

"I do. Now, I'll stay here while you calm down, and then how about we go kick Kelly out of his office so that I can braid your hair? Does that sound okay?"

"Really?" you asked. "Don't you have Lieutenant stuff to do?"

Stella waved her hand. "That stuff can wait a few hours. Plus, I'm still waiting on my office to get finished, so I can always use that as an excuse if I need to. Now, take some deep breaths, splash some water on your face, and I am going to give you the best damn braids in the whole CFD."

***

"You wanna tell me what's going on?" Stella asked when she was halfway through braiding your hair. The feeling of her fingers in your hair made you relax. It reminded you of when Erin used to do your hair for school picture day when you still didn't know your way around a straightener yet.

"I dunno," you answered truthfully.

"You don't know if you wanna tell me or you don't know what's going on?" Stella asked as she continued braiding.

"A little bit of both, I guess."

"Anything I can do to help?"

"Doubt it. Unless you can make some friends for me appear out of thin air."

"You'd be surprised at what I can do, Y/N."

***

"Violet!" Stella yelled fifteen minutes later when she told you she needed to go dig some more hair ties out of her locker...which was a lie.

"Yeah?" Violet asked and looked up from where she and Brett were watching an episode of House Hunters: International on her phone.

"Do you and Brett mind making a supply run to Med or something in like half an hour? It's just that when I was braiding Y/N's hair, she said something about wanting more friends. And, I figured going on an ambulance ride with you two would be more friendly that taking her in one of the trucks, so—"

"We'll take her," Sylvie chimed in. "Maybe even stop for some food on the way back. Everyone needs a friend once in awhile."

"As long as the place has better coffee than here," Violet said.

"Thanks, you guys. You're the best."

Stella started to walk off to go finish your hair, when Gallo and Ritter turned around from where they were making sandwiches at the counter.

"Everything okay with Y/N? Anything we can do to help?" Ritter asked.

"I think she just needs some friends," Stella said.

"Well, lucky for her, me and Ritter are some of the friendliest people you know," Gallo chimed in, causing Ritter to roll his eyes.

"What he means is, we'll figure something out. We all know how it feels go be lonely sometimes."

"Just don't do anything too crazy," Stella warned. "I'm looking at you, Gallo."

Then, Stella left the common room and went to her locker to retrieve some more hair ties and then went back into Severide's office to finish braiding your hair.

***

"Want some coffee?" Gallo asked when you walked back into the common room after Stella braided your hair.

"Gallo, this stuff tastes like tar. Nobody likes this. Don't poison the poor girl!" Ritter exclaimed, which caused a ghost of a smile to appear on your lips. But, it disappeared as quickly as it came.

"Well, lucky for her, we are going to grab some supplies from Med and she is just the person we want for a ride along," Violet said cheerfully.

"And we're stopping for food and coffee on the way back," Brett said. "61 is officially out of service for the next two hours."

"You really want me to go?" you asked. "Because I get carsick easily."

Brett waved her hand in dismissal. "We won't be turning on any lights and sirens...and we'll make Violet sit in the back."

"Rude!" Violet exclaimed. "But, let's get going. We're only out of service for a couple hours."

When you left the paramedics, Gallo turned to Ritter.

"I have the perfect idea," he said.

"Oh, no," Ritter groaned.

"What oh no? My ideas are great, thank you very much."

"Yeah? Says who?" Gallo said nothing. "My point exactly."

"Do you want to hear my idea or not?"

"Fine. What's your idea, Gallo?"

"Instead of going to Molly's tomorrow night, maybe you, me, and Violet can meet up at my apartment and drink and play some poker or something? And we can invite Y/N? I just know that when that guy jumped off that ledge when I thought I had a save, that I needed some friends. Sounds like she does, too."

Ritter smiled. "That's actually a great idea, Gallo."

***

A few hours later

It was around 7pm and everyone had gone out on a call. You were just sitting in the common room on the couch reading.

Then, you went to the bathroom and planned on coming straight back to the couch and your book, but your body had other plans.

You looked down and immediately relief washed over you.

You had gotten your period.

Sure, you had been diagnosed with depression and it was the beginning of winter in Chicago, which meant some seasonal depression sprinkled in there, but now you had a reason. An in-your-face reason that you were feeling this way: you had been PMS-ing.

You made your way out of the bathroom to grab a pad or tampon that you had thrown in your bag for emergencies and then went back in the bathroom and finished up.

When you came back out, you saw that 81 was back from the call.

"Pssst, Stella," you hissed.

She turned and walked over to you. "What's up?"

"Do you by any chance have some tampons?" you whispered.

"I do. Follow me."

***

Jay picked you up half an hour later.

"Have fun?" he asked.

"A bit," you answered. "Me and Sylvie and Violet went and got lunch and coffee. We went to this really good sandwich place."

Jay smiled. "Good. I'm glad you're doing better."

"Yeah, I got my period so it all makes sense now."

Jay had learned long ago that you did not care if he and Will knew you were on your period. And, while Jay was weirded out by it at first, he quickly realized that he couldn't be because he was the one responsible for buying you pads and tampons.

"Do we need to stop at the store?" Jay asked.

"No. But it all makes sense now! That's why I was depressed. Or it was the trifecta from hell."

"The what from hell?" Jay asked.

"Trifecta," you answered. "Clinical depression, seasonal depression, and PMS all at once."

Jay laughed. "Guess so."

"It helps when I have a reason for it. Don't know why, but it helps."

Jay nodded. "You're not too tired, are you?"

You shook your head. "No...why?"

Jay smiled. "You'll see."

"What is it?" you asked excitedly.

"You'll see when we get home."

"Jay," you whined. "C'mon! At least give me a hint!"

"You used to do this in school."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "What? That doesn't make any sense!"

"Exactly."

***

"So, what are we doing?" you asked as you got up to the door of your apartment. Jay knocked on the door. "It's your apartment! Why are you—"

"All set up in there?" Jay yelled.

"All set!" Hailey yelled back.

"All set with what?" you asked.

"You'll see when I open the door," Jay told you. "Patience, young grasshopper."

You rolled you eyes as Jay unlocked the door and followed him in.

Inside, the lights were dimmed and there were were four mugs on the bar and also four wine glasses next to a bottle of wine.

On the kitchen table was a spread of your favorite snacks including Oreos, Tim Tams, and Goldfish. There was also a tin of tamales with all the toppings with all the fixings and chips and homemade salsa from Mama Garcia's.

Then, in the living area, there were books stacked on the coffee table and blankets laid out on the couch and even a few pillows on the floor.

There was a pumpkin scented candle sitting on one of the end tables.

Finally, propped up against the TV, sat a mini white board reading Reading Day 2022.

You broke out into a giant smile. "How did you guys even come up with this?"

"Me and Will remembered you'd get so excited when you'd have that one reading day in March in elementary school when you'd just read and eat snacks all day, so we figured we'd recreate it," he answered.

"And we made the adult version," Will added. "Which is why there's wine...and I may or may not have put some Bailey's in the hot chocolate."

"Will!" Jay exclaimed.

Will put up his hands in a sign of surrender. "In my defense, I was unsupervised."

"Y/N, if you want hot chocolate without the alcohol, I'll make you some," Jay said.

"Nah, I think I'll take the spiked version," you answered.

"And, I brought over some books that were on your TBR that I grabbed from the library," Hailey added.

"Wait," you began as you furrowed your eyebrows, trying to put the pieces together. "I thought all three of you were at work?"

"I worked an eight hour shift instead of a twelve today," Will explained. "That was planned anyway since we're short staffed."

You nodded. "And, what about you two?" you asked and looked towards Jay and Hailey. "I thought you had a super sensitive case or something?"

"Turns out criminals are really stupid," Jay answered.

"We caught the guy at like three in the afternoon," Hailey explained. "And Voight said we could just do the paperwork tomorrow so Jay started thinking—"

"Oh no!" Will said dramatically and threw himself down on the couch. "He's gotta be so tired from thinking!"

Jay scrunched up his face and quickly flipped Will off, hoping that you wouldn't notice, but you had.

"Anyway," Hailey continued, annoying Will's antics even though everyone could see how she smiled when Will made that joke...she just didn't feel like laughing at her boyfriend. She figured three against one wasn't the fairest ratio. "Jay said he had this idea and told me about it, so I said I'd go on your TBR on Goodreads and try and find some books for you and that we'd need two cars so I could get the food while he picked you up."

"And then Jay called me and told me I was in charge of the alcohol," Will said.

Jay gave him a pointed look. "He really wasn't," Jay said. "He just put himself in charge of it."

You hadn't stopped smiling throughout the entire explanation of how this all came together. "Either way, thank you guys. So much."

"Pick a book and I'll grab you some food," Jay said.

"Everything on the tamales. Cheese, sour cream, sal—"

"I know what you like, Y/N. But, wine or the spiked hot chocolate?"

"I'll start with wine," you answered and the wandered over to go pick out on of the many books Hailey had brought over.

For the rest of the night, you, your brothers, and Hailey read books and ate good food and drank. The four of you also may or may not have built a blanket fort. And, you may or may not have cried when Violet texted you and asked if you wanted to meet up with her, Gallo, and Ritter tomorrow night and play poker. And, when you said you didn't know how, she said that they'd teach you.

This is what it felt like: to have people in your corner. And, even though Jay was being dramatic and overprotective when he made you go to 51 earlier to have people keep an eye on you, you knew it was just because he and Will cared about you so much that they couldn't bear to lose you.

And they wouldn't lose you. They had proven that they'd make damn sure of that.

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lily-174 · 2 years

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my masterlists ♥️

My prompts list is missing, I can’t find it

PSA! my masterlist wasn’t working i have done my best to fix it now but it’s a bit messy

Request are open!!!

i only do x reader requests!!!

chicago pd

chicago fire

chicago med

criminal minds

outerbanks

teen wolf

911

stranger things

spider-man

law and order svu

the walking dead

the hunger games

my wattpad oc books <;3

shows i take requests for but haven’t received any yet;

cobra kai

hawaii five O

the maze runner

once upon a time

station 19

fast and furious

Shatter me (book series)

Windy city (book series)

pretty little liars

shadow hunters

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taliaaurora · 2 years

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Day 06 of me sharing my Redbubble shop 🥺

Chicago Fire - Sticker Edition

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procrastinatorimagines · 2 years

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Cuddle It Out

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Series: One Shot

Pairing/s: Blake Gallo x Reader

Warning/s: bad language, drunk driving

Word Count: 918

Request: Could you do a Blake Gallo imagine where Y/n was treatened by someone during a call and she and Blake cuddle it out?

Masterlist

You'd been on truck a couple of years, joining 51 as the new candidate fresh out of the academy, taking the title off of Gallo in the process. Not that he'd minded that, or your arrival.

Stella had taken you under her wing almost immediately, and you'd bonded with Gallo, Ritter and Violet faster than you'd expect. You'd heard that some firehouses were like a family, but actually experiencing it was something else entirely.

Since you'd been at 51, and especially since you'd started seeing Gallo, you felt like you were on top of the world, everything was exactly as it should be.

You were on a call, a routine traffic collision, Truck, Squad and 61 on scene dealing with a drunk driver speeding through a red light and hitting a truck driving in the opposite direction.

Miraculously, no one was badly hurt, and the fire that started after you'd pulled the drunk driver out had been pretty quick to put out, though the car was beyond salvaging at this point.

Stella was called over to discuss overhaul with Kelly, leaving you to roll up the hose by the car.

It was all so routine you weren't really paying attention to what was going on around you until you heard someone yell from behind.

"Hey!" Came an angry voice, causing you to drop the hose and swivel on your heels, coming face to face with the red faced, staggering drunk driver.

He must have left the ambulance while Sylvie and Violet checked on the driver from the truck, and he was not happy.

"I-" you opened your mouth to say, something, but he yelled over you before you could get the chance.

"The fuck did you do to my car?" He demanded, slurring the words as he pointed aggressively at the burned up wreckage behind you, so close to you you could feel spit on your face as he spoke.

"We put out the fire-" you began, pointing behind you in the general direction of the car, not wanting to look away from the man. Just your luck, he seemed to have only just noticed the extent of the damage, and you were the only one in the vicinity for him to blame.

"You destroyed it!" He seethed, "you'll pay for that bitch."

Before you can say more he makes a grab for you, but he's so drunk his lunge causes him to get off balance, giving you a chance to duck out the way, causing you to fall backwards onto the group.

You try to shuffle backwards as he comes for you again, towering over you with a face of pure rage.

Thankfully, this didn't go unnoticed, and by the time he reaches for where you are frozen in place in shock and fear, Kelly and Joe have him by an arm each, hauling him backwards away from you.

"You okay Y/L/N?" Kelly asked over the man's yells. You just nodded, not trusting your voice.

Gallo slid to a stop next to you, helping you to your feet as your eyes stayed wide and transfixed on the man being dragged to where the police were rolling up. He looked at you with concerns, his arms around your shaking body.

"Get him out of here," you heard Kelly tell the cops as Sylvie went back to check on him, although she didn't look happy about it.

"Hey," Gallo nudged you with his forehead against the side of your head lightly, arms still around you for support, you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good," you turned to face your boyfriend and put on a fake, wavering smile. He didn't buy it for a second.

"Hey, Gallo!" Stella called, pulling your attention. "Need you over here!"

He looked reluctantly between you and Stella until you nodded and lightly took his hands from you, giving him permission to leave you.

He gave your arms another squeeze before he did, kissing you quickly before heading off.

You could stand on your own two feet now, you weren't shaking quite as much, but you still had no idea what to do with yourself.

Even after the call, when you were safely back in the firehouse, sitting on the edge of your bed in the bunk room, you were still shaken by the incident. It was the middle of the day, so no one else was there, which was what you needed at the moment, you didn't want anyone else there.

Well, not anyone.

Gallo found you easily, giving you a warm but worried smile as he took a seat next to you.

"You sure you're alright?" He asked, putting one arm around your shoulders and one on your leg.

"Just scared me I guess," you admitted with a shrug. You'd never been threatened on a call before, and after the adrenaline had gone down you'd found yourself struggling to breath, remembering how close the driver had gotten to you, the rancid smell of alcohol on his breath.

You took a deep breath, and look to Gallo's face.

"What do you need?" He asked, his voice low and soft as he stroked your arm.

"A hug?" You smiled and he let out a slight laugh, pulling you closer as you buried your head into his chest. You let out a shaky, relieved breath and sunk into him as much as possible, letting his warmth cover you as he wrapped his arms tightly around you.

There was nothing being with him couldn't fix.

#blake gallo #chicago fire #one chicago #blake gallo x reader #blake gallo imagine #chicago fire imagine #blake gallo imagines #chicago fire imagines #blake gallo one shot #chicago fire one shot #one shot

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detectivehailey · 8 months

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Recommended Reads

These are fanfictions both full length a stories and one shots that I have really enjoyed. Come from several different platforms. Also including a couple of authors on platforms that I have enjoyed. The bulk of this is from the One Chicago fandom but some other fandoms are also included. Also note that some of these stories and one shots are found on multiple platforms and not just ones that I provided. Hope you find this useful.

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Chicago Fire

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#Chicago PD #Chicago Fire #chicago med #onechicago #One Chicago #upstead #jay halstead x reader #adam ruzek x reader #blake gallo x reader

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jinxytheshippr · 2 years

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So Much For a Movie Night

Warning: Mild Smut Request: None (Requests open 24/7)

"Have fun!" Andrea, Y/n’s roommate, said as she opened the door to their apartment.

Y/n waved back, “Remember, back by two!”

Andrea rolled her eyes. “Yes, mom!” She mocked, waving again.

Y/n waited until the door was locked to dive over to the oven and steal one of the brownies for tonight.

Y/n had planned a movie night so she could get to meet the first responders at 51, at least, the ones her age; Ritter, Violet, and Gallo. She had just finished her first shift on Squad 3 and thought she should have them over. All three had agreed to come over at eight, but Ritter had canceled about an hour ago and Violet said not to count on her. So she was left with Gallo, no problem, right? He was just the most handsome, adorable, smart, funny- the list goes on. Yes, Y/n had developed a crush on him. Love at first sight, one may call it.

She took a bite of her brownie, then nearly spit out the fiery bite of chocolate. She put her brownie in the fridge, hoping to cool it to a somewhat edible temperature. She walked over to the living room, sat down on the Arnow couch, and turned on the television. She had a Jurassic Park marathon planned if anyone came.

Someone knocked on the door. It was still a quarter to eight, so she assumed Andrea forgot her car keys again or something. Y/n stood up and walked over to the door, taking her time to open the lock.

"Really, Andy?" She asked as she opened the door, then nearly jumped out of her skin as she realized it was Gallo. "Sorry, Andy's my roommate-"

"It's fine," he shrugged, peeking beyond her into the apartment. "Am I too early?"

"Oh, no. Come on in!" She opened the door a little wider to let him through. "Any news on Violet?"

"I think she left for a date or something. That's what Ritter said, at least," he walked in and set a 6-pack of beers on the island. Y/n didn't recognize the brand, Fire-Goat must be a Chicago craft brewery or something.

"Well, more for us, I guess. There’s brownies over here," she motioned for the steaming tray on the oven. "Be careful, they're nuclear-hot."

Gallo chuckled, looking around the place again. His eyes locked on the floor and his face broke into the sweetest smile Y/n had ever seen. "Who's this?" he bent down beneath the island and came up holding Jinx, Y/n's newest kitten.

"Oh, that's Jinx. Andy's cat is running around here somewhere, too," she smiled.

"Strange, I always imagined you as a dog person."

"Well, that's what happens when two bisexuals share an apartment," she worried for a moment about how he would react, but he smiled back at her.

"Really? I'm pan," he lifted Jinx, whose little black tail was flailing around like a whip, closer to his face.

"Neat," She responded, walking over to the couch. "Well, if nobody else is coming, we can get started?"

He set down the cat, grabbed two beers from the case, and then sat down on the other side of the couch. Y/n realized how small their couch was as he handed her the beer and settled back on his side.

Y/n grabbed the remote, sipped her beer, and then set the remote down again. "Gallo, where did you find this stuff? This is like, the best beer I've ever tasted?"

His eyes averted from the tv. He grabbed his bottle, pointing to something on the side. "I made it, actually. I run a micro brewery with Violet and Darren."

Made by firefighters, for firefighters. Y/n found the motto on the side, Gallo's number underneath it.

"You can call me Blake, by the way. When we're off shift at least."

"Okay," she responded, picking up the remote again. "Ready for some Jurassic Park?"

The mood changed as soon as the score started up. She couldn't quite place it, but the temperature in the room definitely elevated. She could feel the same uneasiness coming from Blake, but it seemed rude to ask, somehow.

"Clever girl," Muldoon said in a breathy voice, unbeknownst to anyone in the apartment.

Y/n didn't hear the line leading up to the attack, and nearly jumped into Blake's arms, had he not jumped into hers.

The heat sizzled under Y/n's clothes, seeing how close he was to her. He was also scared by the velociraptor and must've leaned in a little closer. Now their faces were nearly touching, the discomfort in the room now a blaze of emotion.

She didn't know what to do, and he didn't either. Y/n pulled her legs in closer, grazing her knees on his thigh. Both of them shuddered, and Y/n finally pulled away.

"Can I get you a brownie?" she asked, starting to stand up.

He hesitated. "Nope, uh, I'm good," he turned away from the tv, watching Twix, Andy's cat, leap onto the counter and roll around on the island.

"Okay," Y/n responded, sitting back down, but allowing herself to get closer to him.

He did the same, allowing himself to drift within a throw pillow's length of her.

Now Y/n felt cold, but her sweatshirt was in her room, which would make this situation even more awkward if she tried to retrieve it. Her knee bumped against his, and she bit her lip but didn't want to apologize.

"You're cold," said Blake, unzipping his sweatshirt. "You can take this if you need it." he set it around her shoulders, and the heat washed over her senses once again.

"Thanks," she nodded, trying to smile up at him.

What was that? Is that normal? Am I wearing his sweatshirt? She cleared her throat, doing just about anything to kill the silence as the credits started playing.

Blake let his arm spread across her shoulders, and she finally pinpointed the feeling in the room. She looked up at him. "You know, we," she moved closer still, letting instinct take over. She had never done this before, not for real.

He turned to look at her, pulling his arm back to his side. A cold feeling fell over the place where his arm had been, only confirming what she wanted. "Yes?" he responded, his eyes nearly burning with the same feeling.

She moved a hand to his shoulder, letting it drag down his collarbone and chest. She tilted her chin up again. "Why don't we turn the tv off, I think part two can wait. . ." she said with her best attempt at seduction.

He didn't say anything, just nodded slowly, letting his eyes stray over her body. he leaned in closer, his nose nearly brushing hers.

She closed her eyes and leaned in, finally letting their lips touch. A feather-light kiss that somehow packed enough emotion to heat the room again. She leaned her head back again, looking up at Blake. Was that the right move?

He moved forward again, and Y/n leaned in to meet him. Their lips touched again, the kiss already more intense than the last. He sucked on her bottom lip, requesting to go further. She wasn't sure what to do and opened her lips just enough for his tongue to slide in. Y/n moaned in surprise and pleasure as he pushed forward, straddling her on the couch. She moved her hands around his neck, and couldn't help but wriggle as he ground against her.

He pulled away for a moment, the intense light in his eyes dying down with worry. "Is this okay? Are we going too fast?"

She took a moment to respond, not because she didn't know the answer, she was just surprised.

Blake started pulling off of her. "So-"

She pulled him in again, kissing him deeper. He didn’t wait a moment more and straddled her once again. Y/n broke away for a moment, breathing heavily. “Wait, not here. Andrea would kill me,” she gasped for more air, moisture accumulating on her forehead.

Blake smiled, his hair tussled. “If you say so.”

Y/n tried to get out from under him, only for him to pick her up. She giggled and held onto him as they started kissing on the walk to the bedroom.

Y/n opened her eyes, still convinced that it had been a dream. Jinx was sleeping on her stomach, purring in his sleep. Y/n gently grabbed the kitten, moving him next to her so she could get a drink of water. Then she saw Blake next to her, his chest exposed and facing her. Y/n blushed, suddenly remembering what happened.

“So much for a movie night,” she mumbled to herself, slinking out of bed. She grabbed a random shirt from the floor and made her way to the kitchen.

Then someone started banging on the door, scaring Y/n into dropping the glass she was holding. She swore under her breath, dancing around the glass shards and walking to the entryway. She peeked through the peephole in the door, coming face to face with Andrea.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, checking the time. 1:45. She opened the door.

“That was a little too close for my liking, Andy,” Y/n said.

“Yea, well-” Andrea looked at Y/n. “Y/n, whose shirt is that?”

Y/n looked down, realizing that she was wearing his v-neck from earlier tonight. “Umm-”

Andrea smiled devilishly. “Does he have any tattoos? I can kick him out for you,”

“What? No. Andy, go to sleep. I should, too. I already broke one thing,” Y/n closed the door behind Andy, rubbing her eyes.

“Okay, but I get to meet him in the morning,” Andy reasoned, walking down the hall to her room.

“Fine, just shut up,” Y/n said, then walked into her bedroom.

Blake was awake now, propped up on one shoulder and petting Jinx, the black cat who was rolling around and purring as loud as an old Harley-Davidson Dyna. Y/n crawled back into bed, still wearing the v-neck.

“I like that shirt on you,” Blake smiled, picking up the kitten and moving him closer to her.

“It’s nice. Definitely something I could get used to,” she smiled back, petting Jinx as he closed his eyes again.

“Me too,” Blake leaned forward and kissed her lightly.

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themultifandomgal · 5 months

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Hello, it's me.

I'm not sure if you can accept another request from, but this time I have a scenario in mind.

I don't know if you can write something about Blake Gallo x fem!reader, where they both have a relationship, and one night, as a joke, while Blake was sleeping, the reader writes on his cheek "Property of (reader)". The next day, Blake is running late for work and hurriedly leaves without noticing the writing on his cheek. At the station, the others won't stop teasing him about it, even after he cleans it.

I don't know, it's just something I thought of, but feel free to change anything or however you like.

Thanks. <3 <3 <3

Blake Gallo- ‘Property Of YN’

So sorry this is so late. Hope you enjoy!

Blake and YN have been together for a few years now. They first meet when Blake arrived at Mollys for the first time and they hit it off straight away. From the moment they started dating, they had a playful relationship. They often played little trick on each other, but always knew not to take it to far.

Blake lays in bed, snoring softly making a wide awake YN smile. Blake had not long fallen asleep after telling his girlfriend about his day at work that day. Apparently he had saved a woman from a burning building a couple of days ago (nothing new), but this woman turned up at the fire house with cookies. Now YN isn’t a jealous person, she knows that transference is a real thing and that woman (and men) may fall for her boyfriend, but YN trusts Blake more than anything. That though doesn’t stop YN from deciding to grab a pen and write on her boyfriends forehead ‘Property of YN’.

The following morning Blake wakes up panicking because he was running late for work. Slowly YN wakes up to see her the back of her boyfriend running around the bedroom

“Come back to bed” YN groans completely forgetting about writing on his forehead

“I can’t. I’m sorry I’m late for work” Blake turns around just at YN closes her eyes. She feels him place his lips on her forehead giving her a gentle kiss “I’ll see you later” YN hums in response and listens to Blake leaving their shared apartment. YN pats there for a few minutes soaking in the warmth of the bed when she suddenly remembers what she had done the night before. Surly though Blake has looked in the mirror and wiped it off right? But then again he didn’t say anything to her, but he was running late for work. Maybe he will mention it when he comes home.

Blake arrives at the firehouse in a rush, running past Matt and Kelly to go to the locker room. Of course the two lieutenants frown at each other then smile seeing the writing on Blake’s forehead

“I’m guessing he doesn’t know” Kelly says

“I’ll go and find out” Matt walks away and follows Blake. He walks into the locker room where Blake is putting away his things

“Gallo”

“I know I know I’m late. I’m sorry I over slept”

“That’s not what I was coming to you about. Have you errm checked in the mirror this morning?”

“Why have I got toothpaste around my mouth”

“No but errrm just have a look in the bathroom” Blake frowns at Matt confused but does as he says. That’s when he sees what his girlfriend has wrote on his forehead. Matt was expecting Blake to be a little irritated, but instead he watched Blake laugh shaking his head. That’s when Blake’s phone rings, the familiar ring tone that’s set up for his girlfriend only plays. Laughing Blake answers the phone

“Hey babe… yes I know. I’m looking at it now… it’s ok. I love you and I’ll speak to you later” he puts the phone down and turns the tap on to scrub the writing off his face.

That evening YN apologises to Blake many times. He of course tells her each time that it’s ok. YN falls asleep early that evening, so Blake uses this time to get his own back, writing the words ‘property of Blake’ on her forehead.

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amsgrey · 1 year

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Why would i lie to you?

AUTHORS NOTE: I started hating this like halfway through and I just kept going? but I hate this so if y'all do too I couldn't even blame you. This was supposed to be a request but I don't even like this enough to say it is.

synopsis: You and Gallo are targeted after accidentally coming across something you shouldn't.

warnings: some VERY bad writing, canon-typical violence, mention of kidnapping, head injury, very bad medical understanding, kind of meh ending

Working in CFD meant every shift had the potential to be crazier than the last. You were always expecting something crazy to happen that would spin the entire day into chaos.

The last thing you were expecting on a seemingly random Tuesday was to walk straight into a drug den. You and Gallo were ordered to clear the house next door and ensure no sparks would ignite the abandoned building. You both had to pry the door open, making your way through the front room to check the side for any signs of smoke. As soon as you made it through the front room you were greeted by the sight of enough fentanyl and cocaine to kill the entire house.

You quickly stopped Gallo from barreling in after you, aware of all of the powders around the room.

"Is that...?"

"Yeah," You whispered, hands shaking as you radioed Kidd.

"Hey Lieutenant, do you copy?"

"I Copy, what's up Halstead?"

"We're gonna need CPD and decontamination down here," You replied, "I think we just found a trap house."

There was a pause, you and Gallo looked at each other nervously. You could hear Severiade ordering what you asked for, no doubt also radioing Boden.

"Are you and Gallo okay?" Kidd finally said.

"Yeah," Gallo nodded, "We're good, Lieutenant."

"Gallo," You caught his attention, pointing out the powder on both of your turnout gear, "We need to get out of here."

Gallo nodded, clearly trying not to breathe too deep like you were.

"Lieutenant, we have an unknown substance on our turnouts," You informed, "We need might need Brett and Violet standing by, from the looks of this set-up, I think it's Fentanyl."

"Okay, Copy that," Stella rattled off what she wanted you two to do. She ordered you both to leave the house, following Cruz and Severiade to the hasty decontamination that had been set up. Cruz had all but said that it was CFD policy and you two would be fine, but everyone was still on edge. You and Gallo had to strip down to your underwear, washing any exposed skin that wasn't covered by your turnouts.

"Hey," Kidd entered the tent as you and Gallo wrapped yourselves in Towels, "CPD just confirmed it was fentanyl in that room. They're calling in intelligence."

You and Gallo shared a look.

"Well, do we get to have some real clothes? Or do we have to wait around in towels?" You finally asked.

Kidd shook her head, "Protocol says we have to take you two to Med to get checked out-" You and Gallo groaned "-I'll bring you some clothes there."

"We really have to go to Med?" Gallo pressed, both of you trailing behind Stella as she headed for 61.

She scoffed, "Uh yeah. Now get in."

Violet chuckled from inside the rig, pointing at the two spots next to her, "One of you get the gurney."

"Not me," You snapped, playfully jabbing at Gallo before climbing to sit next to Violet. Gallo grumbled about it being unfair, but climbed into the rig and sat on the gurney anyway.

When you walked into Med, they were already waiting for you. Maggie and Will stood at the ambulance entrance with stupid grins when they saw your frustrated pout.

"You always find trouble?" Will joked, gesturing for you to sit on the edge of the bed in Bay 3.

"I just thought I'd come to see you," You told your brother, giving him a massive fake smile.

Will rolled his eyes as he ran through his checks, "How do you even accidentally find a drug den?"

"Yeah, I'd like to know that too."

You and Will looked over to see Jay leaning in the doorway, an amused smile on his face.

"We hadn't caught up in weeks, so I thought Halstead Reunion, ya know?" You replied, laughing as Jay tried to ruffle your wet hair.

"You look like a drowned rat," he laughed, wiping his hand on the towel around your shoulders like it was disgusting.

"Wow, that's the thanks I get for doing your job for you?" You retorted.

"Settle down, Children," Will waved Jay away when he started getting in the way.

You had to sit for almost an hour waiting for Med to go through the checks. When they were done, Kidd gave you CFD sweats to change into. When you were sufficiently dressed to look like a cadet, you joined Kidd and Boden to see what CPD wanted you to do.

Gallo looked a lot better than you did, his hair had at least dried and the sweats were his size. You, on the other hand, did in fact look like a drowned rat. The sweats Kidd had given you were much too big. You had to tie the sweatpants to keep them sitting comfortably. Both you and Gallo had Truck 51 shirts on, the goat emblem on the chest making you look like candidates.

Will had given you a towel, helping you dry your hair while you waited. You looked less rat-like but still felt extremely uncomfortable. Will had jokingly said at least you weren't overdosing on narcotics and immediately apologized when you gave him a shocked frown.

"Alright," Jay said as he and Hailey walked up to your little gathered group, "We need you two to come down to the district with us, and go over what you saw one last time on record."

"Alright, then," Boden nodded, giving you and Gallo his 'please behave' look he reserved especially for the two of you. "Keep me updated."

"Will do, Chief," Jay replied, letting Hailey lead the way back to their car.

As you were walking back to the car you started giving Jay shit, "So, do we get badges now? Seeming we found you your case?"

Jay scoffed, "Yeah sure."

He opened the back door for you to get in, smiling smugly. He definitely got too much amusement out of putting you into the back of his car.

You narrowed your eyes at him, "Don't smile at me like that, Chuckles."

Hailey laughed, looking back at the two of you from the passenger seat.

When you were done at the Precinct, Boden had called and informed you and Gallo were off for the rest of the shift. Jay offered to give you a ride home, all but demanding it. As you were headed back to your apartment, you asked him about the case. He waved you off with a lie about it probably being something gang-related and an easy case. You didn't really care enough to press him any further. You had learnt a while ago that pressing Jay for information about the job wasn't worth it - he tried to hide most of the danger from you. At some point, you got so used to it that you always assumed whenever he was quiet it was worth just not asking anything more.

Eventually, he even stopped pressing you about the dangers of your job, it was a weird unspoken recognition between you and him. Not to ask too much.

When you jumped out of the car you wished Jay luck in the case, wanting nothing more than to go home and wash the day away. You were leaving the shower when your phone lit up. Clearly, Gallo had the same thought as you, what an awful way to spend the rest of an on-shift day.

Want to grab a drink?

You laughed, responding; only if you bring it here cbf going out.

Gallo let you know he would be at your apartment soon, no doubt bringing enough beer for you two to drown your sorrows about being benched.

Gallo arrived with a six-pack, putting them in the fridge and bringing two over for you both. He sat next to you on the couch, both of you silently watching the game and just trying to decompress from the day.

"I hate this," You finally muttered, sick of sitting doing nothing while your friends were at work.

"Me too," Gallo replied, looking as forlorn as you felt. After another moment of silence Gallo said, "When I was coming here, it was so weird, I could have sworn someone was following me."

You laughed, "Following you?"

Gallo turned to face you, looking extremely serious, "Yeah, following me. This black ford was behind me up to the store, I thought it was nothing but when I headed here it was two cars behind me, again."

You mirrored Gallo, turning to face him as he spoke. Any sense of drowsy self-pity had vanished and now you were growing concerned, "It followed you all the way here?"

Gallo shook his head, "No. It pulled off a couple of blocks before me, I figured it must have been someone taking the same route, but..."

"But?"

"it just felt strange," Gallo confessed.

You put your almost untouched beer on the coffee table, walking around the couch to grab your phone off the kitchen counter where I was charging.

"What are you doing?" Gallo asked, frowning at you, "You think it really was following me?"

"I don't know," You told him, "But I'd feel a hell of a lot better if Jay came and told us for sure."

You searched through your phone for Jay's name, quickly calling him and walking back to Gallo. As you heard it start to dial, you heard the unmistakable sound of a car screeching to a halt.

"Tell Jay what's going on," You ordered Gallo, shoving your phone at him for him to take. As Gallo rambled off what was going on to Jay, you slowly approached the windows. You pressed to the side of the window, trying to not be seen by anyone outside. You gently parted the curtains, glancing through the gap to see four armed men getting out of a black crossover.

You ducked away from the windows quickly, grabbing Gallo's arm and yanking him along with you to your ensuite. He handed the phone to you with a breathy, "Jay wants to talk to you."

You nodded, grabbing the phone off him, then pushing him into the bathroom, "Stay in here, get low and lock the door."

Gallo protested, "What about you?"

"I'll be fine, just do as I say," You snapped back shutting the door quickly and as quietly as you could.

"-Y/N? What's going on? Y/n!"

You held your phone to your ear with your shoulder, making your way back out of your bedroom and into the lounge to get a vantage point on the car in your street.

"Jay, there are four armed men outside," You weren't sure why you were whispering, the men hadn't even approached the windows so they wouldn't be able to hear you.

"Patrol is 5 minutes out, we're not far behind, okay?" Came jays response.

"Okay," You whispered. You ducked around your couch, using the furniture to hide your figure as you tried to look for a license plate on the car.

"Shit!" You cursed, barely having time to press yourself flush to the ground before three of the men unloaded their magazines into the front of your apartment.

"Y/N?" You could hear Jay's concerned voice coming from your phone, but it had skidded out of sight when you hit the ground.

The rain of bullets left your ears ringing, all around you were shrapnel of your apartment. Tiny fragments of glass mixed with the ripped-up wood of the floors, essentially creating one hell of a scene.

You dared raise yourself off the ground, getting to your hands and knees and psyching yourself up to crawl to the kitchen to hide behind the counter. The ringing in your ears subsided briefly for you to hear the crunching of footsteps approaching. The footsteps belonged to a pair of dark military-style boots. Before you could think too much about the fact, one of the boots came down on your back, kicking you to the floor and winding you.

You let out a puff of air at the force, gaping and hiccuping trying to regain your breath. The pair of boots were joined by another and you were hauled to your feet.

"Where is it?"

Both of the men were dressed in military-style tactical gear, all black aside from their vests which were camo. Their faces were covered by goggles and balaclavas. It was no doubt meant to be intimidating, but all you could think was what the fuck did they want with you.

"I don't enjoy repeating myself, where is it?" The man on your left snarled, he had a tight grip on your arms while the man on your right loosely trained his rifle on you.

You didn't know what to say, this was all so absurd. Instead of replying to the man you just laughed, a laugh of shock and surprise. The two men looked at each other, and then one of them punched you straight in the stomach.

"Jesus Christ," You swore, doubling over and struggling not to empty your stomach on their boots, "I don't know what you're talking about, okay?"

The sound of police sirens and the bright flashing lights were surrounding you at once. You could hear the patrol cops shouting orders at the men outside your apartment, then the repeated sound of gunfire.

"Last chance," He warned, "Tell us where it is, or we'll kill you."

You almost screamed when the man's chest exploded, his blood spraying over your face and chest. At least you were expecting it when the second man went down too.

"Chicago PD!"

In your line of work, you had been covered in other people's blood more times than you cared to count - but this was different. As you stood shell-shocked, a swarm of officers filled the room. The ringing in your ears grew and grew, all you could do was stare at your shaking hands that were covered in the men's blood.

Someone was grabbing your arm, pulling you towards the door and away from the bodies. Your legs shook so badly that had to support you as you walked. Your vision was blurring from tears that clung to your lashes, every step you took felt like you were slowly sinking into the pavement. You were led through the sea of CPD to an ambulance then gently sat on the back step. You could hear the rustle of action going on around you now, but the blood rushing in your ears drowned most of it out.

Someone was gently taking your face in their hands, guiding you to look up at them. Hailey smiled down at you, slowly talking you through the wave of panic that held you. She wrapped a thick blanket around your shoulders, tucking it under your chin as you sat immobile. Hailey sat down next to you, grasping your hand tightly in hers and rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back.

"Just breathe, you're safe," She kept saying, whispering it quietly into your ear as she soothed your hair away from your face.

Once you finally felt like the world had stopped shaking and the ringing in your ears subsided you realized what was really going on.

You let out a small sigh, turning to Hailey with wide eyes. You wanted to ask what the hell had just happened, to swear and shake the anxiety out of you. Instead, you just looked at her, distraught.

Hailey knew what you were trying to say. She smiled softly, her tone was so soft it almost made you feel warm and safe, "Don't worry about that right now. What matters is that you're okay."

You nodded, letting her pull you into a tight hug and hold you there for a moment. When you both pulled away, she waved over the waiting paramedics, who gave you a few damp wipes to clean your face.

Hailey helped you wipe the blood off your face and neck, watching you struggle to not be ill at the idea of someone else's blood covering you. She kept you calm and held your hand, reassuring you that everything was alright the whole time.

When you were done clearing your face, she took both your hands and started whipping your arms and hands. As she did, your eyes wandered to the scene around you. There had to be at least 6 or 7 patrol cars all parked haphazardly around the street. Uniformed officers were already setting up the tape and directing crowds and media away from the debris field. You could see Gallo sitting in a different ambulance, he looked unharmed, probably just as shaken as you were. Kevin and Kim were standing by, talking to him and the paramedics.

Voight was standing with the rest of intelligence and Trudy, commanding the uniformed officers and lab techs around the scene. As you looked over you spotted Jay, who was standing with his arms crossed over his chest. He glanced over as you were looking, making eye contact and breaking away from the group.

Voight and the others watched him approach you and Hailey. When he got up to you, he quickly pulled you into a hug. He was squeezing you so tight it was almost constricting. You didn't have the heart to tell him that. When he pulled away he forced you to sit back down next to Hailey.

"Are you alright?" He asked gently.

You couldn't find the words to reply, just shaking your head.

Jay grimaced, nodding in understanding. "Hailey is going to go with you to Med, yeah? I'll come as soon as we finish here."

You nodded, your voice still having not returned. Jay pressed a kiss to your hairline, helping you to your feet and into the ambulance. He sent you one last smile before he shut the doors and watched the Rig pull away.

"She okay?" Voight asked as he rejoined the gathered officers.

Jay sighed, "I don't think so, she's really shaken."

Kim nodded, "Gallo told us what happened, she locked him in the bathroom like she knew they would open fire on them."

Jay remembered all the times he told you when you were younger - the safest place in that situation is in the bathtub. Seeming you didn't have one, the bathroom had been your attempt to make do with little resources. The team kept looking at him like they were expecting him to snap, such a brazen attack on his sister with so many witnesses meant there was something bigger at play here. Jay wasn't angry - he was seething. The white-hot fury that slowly burns away at your heart, that would make you act like never before.

Will was feeling something similar when he watched you walk into med for the second time that day. This time, however, he knew you were hurt. Hailey was holding you up, tightly gripping your forearm and steering you into the ED. You had refused to be wheeled in on the gurney, adrenaline coursing through you still, making you unable to feel the pain.

Will dropped his tablet on the desk, running over to you and taking your other arm as you pitched to one side.

"What the hell happened?" He asked, taking in the smudges of blood on your skin and the stains over your shirt.

Hailey answered for you as you fought to stay present, your mind wanting to swallow you whole and ignore the outside world.

Will helped you into the bed, the deja vu of the situation made your skin crawl.

"Hey, what's going on?" Dr Marcel asked as he wanted in, a nurse on his heels. Will looked at you to explain, but you were replaying the night before you. Watching your apartment rip apart again, hearing the crunching of footprints over and over.

"Y/N?" Will grabbed your hand, smoothing your hair back as he tried to calm you down. The monitors started to beep as your heart rate rose and oxygen levels dropped. "Try to breathe, squirt."

You shook your head, unable to slow your breathing or gather any control to do so.

"Can we get a cannula on her please?" Dr Marcel ordered. You could feel the tube being placed on your face, looped around your ears. It made you uncomfortable but there was nothing to do about it.

You gripped Will's hand even tighter, choking on sobs and your own gaps for air. Will watched helplessly, trying to calm you to no avail.

"Will," Crockett spoke, ".5 of versed?"

Will knew the last thing you would have wanted was to be sedated but your oxygen stats were dropping, even with the cannula. He nodded to Marcel, letting him know to go ahead.

He prepped the meds quickly and behind his turned back, when you caught on to what was going on you were already too far gone in your own panic attack to protest. Eventually, the versed did its job of calming you down enough to allow you to relax and feel safe.

"Sorry," You croaked, throat raw from the earlier events.

Will smiled, "You just had to see me again, huh?"

You laughed a little, the movement sending an ache through your stomach, "Don't make me laugh," You pouted holding your abdomen as if it would help.

Crockett watched you two with an amused grin, now that you had calmed down, he asked where you were hurt.

Will had to give you his stern 'I'm the eldest so you do as I say' look, knowing how you and jay both resisted hospitals greatly.

"My right side," You explained to Crockett, gesturing to your right ribs where you had been cruelly sucker punched.

Crockett gently lifted your shirt off the area, even through his gloves you could feel how cold his hands were. He pressed against one of your ribs, causing you to let out a strangled, "Fuck," at the sudden pain.

Crockett smiled sheepishly, "Sorry."

You scowled at him, "Yeah, sure you are."

"Glad to see your humour is still intact," Crockett joked, laughing at Will who looked less than impressed at the two of you bantering.

You smiled at your brother, trying to reassure him that you were fine now. Even though your mind was still full of fog. Every time you stopped to think about it, you were brought back to the events in your living room.

When Dr Marel finished his prodding, he said he would get you on the waitlist for a CT, but that it might take some time. You had to bug Will to go back to his shift, promising that you wouldn't pull a Jay and try to break out. He had only agreed after Hailey promised she wouldn't let you leave either.

"How's Gallo?" You asked Hailey, having not seen him since the ambulance.

Hailey smiled, "He's alright, Sarg took him back to the precinct until we figure out the best way to handle all this."

"Okay," You replied, sighing at the idea that this wasn't all over, just yet.

After the CT scan Dr Marcel assured you and Will - although mostly Will - that you had no broken ribs, but some gnarly bruises that might leave you stiff for a few days. You had grumbled about not being able to go back to work and Dr Marcel laughed at how irritated Will looked.

Hailey had helped you get dressed in some clean clothes, some of your sweats she'd nabbed from your apartment. She helped you put on a zip-up, apologizing at your winces when you had to move too fast. Will had given you a gentle side hug as you and Hailey left, promising that you could crash at his.

After you got done at the precinct and relayed your statement for the umpteenth time, Jay drove you to Wills. He hovered more than usual, giving you his jacket to keep you warm and letting you know he would go to your apartment and grab some of your stuff.

“You don’t have to go out of your way,” You laughed, letting him bring you a coffee.

“I won’t be,” Jay replied, gently squeezing your shoulder, “Working the case remember?”

It took a week for you to get back to work, the bruising had gone from purple to green, looking more gnarly than before. It didn’t hurt so much anymore, at least not enough that you couldn’t work. You walked into the firehouse at the start of your shift expecting the ‘surprise’, but it still scared the living daylights out of you. When you walked into the common room, there was no one around. Expecting them all to be gathering in the locker room like they normally did, you thought nothing of it.

When they all rounded the corner into the room shouting you jumped hallways to the roof.

“What on earth?” You asked, laughing as they handed you a small box.

“Ah,” Hermann waved his hand, “Just open it.”

You laughed, flipping the box open to reveal a plastic police badge. Immediately you burst out laughing, “A police badge?” “Yeah! Seeming you got Intelligence that case, you’re like a cop now,” Gallo joked, playfully elbowing you.

“Oof,” You grabbed your side, slightly doubling over where Gallo elbowed you.

Brett was at your side instantly, grabbing your arm and asking what was wrong. Gallo had gone pale, looking terrified he had just hurt you again.

“Are you alright?” Kidd asked, coming to stand next to Brett with her eyebrows knitted.

You straightened up, dropping your hands, “Yeah, I’m fine.” You grinned, “Just wanted to mess with Gallo.”

Everyone laughed, cheering about how it was good to have you back. Gallo grabbed you into a hug, complaining about how that prank was cruel. You sat down to have breakfast with them all, telling Gallo, “It’s payback for that god-awful date you set me up on.”

Being back to work was exactly what you needed. As much as you loved your brothers, they were hovering a lot and it was nice to get back to a little bit of normality. Your apartment was being repaired, the landlord taking her time and dragging her feet about the ordeal. So, living with Will had meant everything still felt strange. Your truck never treated you any differently though, being back sitting with Gallo and Carver in the truck was the best you’d felt since the incident.

After a couple of shifts, you’d fallen back into the rhythm of it all, you and Will worked differing shifts so you would often get home to him leaving for work or vise versa. The more you were back on the job the more you started to forget the whole incident. You were at Molly’s one night after shift when Jay and Hailey had come to chill. They had let you know if passing the case was still unsolved and that the police chief had set them up on another case seeming that one didn’t have any leads. You didn’t mind much, it was easier to leave it in the past. Besides, the men who had attacked you and Gallo in your apartment had been locked in prison out of state, you barely had to testify seeming the entire encounter was captured by your neighbour's security cameras. You had gone back to your normal life, responding to fires and car crashes and the occasional ‘how did they get stuck there’ calls.

“All Units, Structure fire, S Canal St.”

You all jumped into action, suiting up and climbing into the rig.

“S Canal street? Isn’t that warehouses?” Carver asked.

“Yeah,” Kidd replied, frowning at her screen.

When all the companies pulled up the address, all of you climbed out to see the seemingly abandoned area.

“Where’s the fire?” Severiade asked no one in particular.

You were all suited up, Truck, Engine and Squad prep with SCBAs with no fire to respond to.

“Spread out, see what you can find,” Kidd ordered. You, Violet and Brett walked around the side of the warehouse to see if you could find anything. As you were approaching the back of the building you saw a door left open.

“Lieutenant,” You spoke to the radio, “There's a door open on the B side near the back.”

There was no reply, you frowned and tried again. When there was still nothing you turned to Brett and Violet, “Maybe the radios are down?”

Brett frowned, trying her radio to no response.

“Help!”

You looked back into the warehouse, trying to decide what to do.

“Okay,” You sighed, “I’m going to go in, maybe you guys can go back and get the others?”

Brett looked apprehensive but agreed, telling Violet to go get Kelly and Stella while she grabbed the gurney. You walked into the warehouse, grabbing your tac light and turning it on to look around.

“Fire Department, Call out!”

There was no response, the warehouse was so quiet you could hear your footsteps echoing off the walls.

“Fire Department, Call out!” You repeated. This time you could hear a reply. As you headed further into the warehouse you heard a loud slam. You frowned, turning around to see the door you entered from was shut.

“Brett?” You spoke into the radio, “Anyone copy?”

You started to get uneasy, there was something wrong here. Turning back to where you heard the victim last, you came around a corner to see a room full of machinery.

“Fire department!”“Here!” As you stepped into the room, you knew for sure something was wrong. It felt like your entire body was charged with nervous energy, the hair on your arms standing on end. You had got to stop getting into these situations.

You raised your halligan a little higher, ditching your flashlight and opting for the more weapon-like thing you had. You tried to check every corner and crevice as you walked through the room, but there was nothing to see. Or nothing that you could see. You walked around the final corner where you saw a man lying on the ground, half under what looked like some kind of crusher.

“Sir?”

You took an apprehensive step forward, lowering the Halligan. As you did, you felt the smooth metal of a blade being pressed above your collar.

“Drop the bar.”

You did as you were told, letting the metal clang to the ground and offering the suspect your hands. The man who was on the ground got up, simply sliding out from where he was.

Just my luck.

The man lowered the blade and grabbed our hands, pushing you forward towards a door back to the main warehouse room.

“...stead… do you… rep…”

You were dragged from the first floor to the basement, zip tied at the wrists and forced to your knees. A man with a rifle stood at the doorway, wearing the same black military tac the men t your apartment were wearing.

‘Is this about the drug den?” You demanded, “Because I told your buddies when they destroyed my apartment, I don’t know where the police put your stuff.”

One of the men walked up, your mind immediately started to go over the features you could see from how covered he was.

6’2”, brown eyes, white.

“I don’t believe you, Lady firefighter.”

Texan accent. Texan Accent?

“Why would I lie to you?” You snarled, “I really don’t feel like dying in the dirt and I’m clearly not a cop.”

You could hear the smile in his voice, “I don’t care about the product anymore, love.”

“Then what?”

“You got four of my best men locked up.”

“Clearly they aren’t the best if they got themselves locked-”

His fist slammed hard into the side of your face, sending your head snapping to the side. You could taste the copper in your mouth from the blood. You licked your lips, feeling the split that started bleeding.

“Halstead… …are you…”

Texas reached for your radio, he fiddled with the buttons as if trying to inspect its functions.

You pointed to the button on the side, “You hold that button to turn it off,” You told him, smiling pleasantly knowing it would irk him.

“...firefighter Hal… …respond… …you copy…”

Kidd was sounding more and more frantic in the broken bits you could hear.

Texas was clearly getting fed up with the interruption, he held down the button on the side. The radio crackled signifying it was relaying to the team.

“You know, they will call the cops if I don’t respond,” You said, trying to act casual.

“Let them,” Texas hissed, “You’ll be dead before they get inside.”

He let go of the button, frowning at it and waiting to see if there were any more responses.

“...Repeat that…”

“...CPD… the way…”

“You fucking bitch.”

You smiled, teeth stained red from the blood on your lips, “You really should know how to use a radio, jackass.”

Violet came running around the corner up the Kidd and Severide as they stood trying to figure out where the caller is.

“We found the entrance,” She told them, “We heard someone, Y/N went in”

“Alone?” Kidd demanded.

Violet nodded, gesturing to Sylvie, “Brett had to get the gurney, our radios aren’t working.”

Severiade gestured for Violet to lead the way to the door as Kidd rounded up the rest of the company.

When they all got to the door, they realized it was locked tight.

Severiade tried opening it, pulling it to no avail.

“We could force it open?” Stella asked.

Kelly frowned, gesturing to the door, “It’s an old-style security door, the hinges are on the inside.”

Kidd turned to him, “Something doesn’t seem right.”

“I agree,” Kelly responded, looking up the building for signs of other ways to get in.

“Can squad get the door open?”

“Yeah,” Kelly replied, “But it’ll take some time.”

As kelly started barking orders to the gathered firefighters, Kidd stepped back at tried the radio.

“Halstead,” She spoke into the radio, “Do you Copy? Report.”

There was no response.

“Our radios weren’t working at all before,” Violet offered, “Maybe there's some kind of interference from inside?”

The group watched as Cruz and Severiade made slow work cutting through part of the door, trying to find a way to break into the door. They had to keep replacing the blades to the saw that broke, making the job tedious.

“Halstead, are you okay?” Kidd tried again

She sighed, “Gallo, Carver, did you find any other entrance?”

Carver shook his head, “Only an old garage door, but it’s bolted up from what we could see.”

Kidd sighed, knowing the best chance would be to get you on the radio somehow.

“Firefighter Halstead, respond. Do you Copy!”

There was a crackle in everyone's radio.

“...know… …call the cops…”

Everyone grimaced at the sharp scratch the radios made.

“... dead before…”

“That wasn’t Y/N,” Mouch noted, it was definitely a male voice who spoke the second time.

“Y/N, can you repeat that?”

Silence.

“Dispatch, this is truck 51 requesting immediate police backup. We have a possible hostage situation here.”

“Copy that, Truck 51. Patrol is on route.”

“Halstead? CPD is on the way, what’s going on?”

Adam took the stairs two at a time, bounding into the Bullpen and telling them all to be quiet. He turned the volume up on his radio.

“...Units on the city-wide, any available units to 1399 S Canal St, Truck 51 reported a possible hostage situation with a firefighter.”

Jay stood up from his desk, grabbed his phone and called you. The phone rang and rang but you didn’t pick up. He frowned, searching through his contacts until he found Stella Kidd's name. He only had her name for emergencies and this was definitely one.

“Jay?” Kidd answered.

“Stella, what’s going on, we heard dispatch call for cars to your location.”

“Listen,” She responded, “Y/N went into a warehouse and the door locked behind them, we can’t reach them on the radio. We got a broken bit of a conversation, she said ‘call the cops’ and a man responded ‘dead before’.”

Voight immediately ordered the group to tac up and head to the location, knowing how important this was to them all.

When they all arrived, they joined the firehouse at the side door. By now, Squad had almost got the doors open, they only had to pry them open with the jaws before it would all be a go.

Voight ordered everyone but Severiade and Cruz back to the trucks, but the firefighters all stubbornly refused.

“We’ll stay out of the way but we gotta be close, what if they need us?” Kidd had argued.

Voight didn’t have time to argue, letting them stand far enough from the door that they wouldn't be in the line of fire if there was an offender at the door.

“Ready?” Severiade asked the gathered officers. “On three. One, two, three.”

He and Joe pulled the door open, getting out of the way for the 7 police officers to rush inside.

The team quickly and quietly cleared every room, making it around the basement until they found the stairs to the basement. Voight gave them the clear to make their way down the stairs, letting Kevin and Torres lead the way. At the bottom of the stairs there looked like there was nothing. The room was pitch black, the only light from the teams flashlights.

Kim sweaped her flashlight across the room, "Hey, Adam?"

Adam joined her side, "What is it?"

Kim pointed to a door, a large metal vault door similar to the one outside. It was cracked open slightly, sending a slight draft around the room.

Adam nodded, gesturing for Kim to lead the way to the door. Adam opened it and Kim lead the way into the next room. The room was less a room and more the landing to fire escape.

Kim called out to the rest of the team, they all gathered on the landing, coming to the same conclusion, the suspects had left the building and now they were playing catch up.

All you could think about was all of the times Jay told you about these kinds of cases, about how he and Atwater found Kim through Kim's persistent efforts. How most of the time victims had to fight to be found. He mentioned once how he responded to a call as a patrol officer, to find a women had jumped out of a moving car to avoid being kidnapped. At the time it was his way to teach you to be careful, but you were freshly 21 and laughed him off.

You really should have payed more attention.

It hadn't been long, definitely less than an hour since Texas had forced you out of a fire escape and into the back of a car. You'd given about as much trouble as you could, kicking him in shin when he'd shoved you into the care. You knew it had to hurt with your uniform boots, but he didn't seem too happy about it.

You had passed at least two blocks and tried to count, but the warehouses made it hard to focus. The driver turned down a street and then into a car junkyard. You would have laughed at the irony had it not meant upsetting Mr texas more.

When he and the driver got out of the car, they stepped away to talk to a new person you didn't recognize. She was at least dressed like a normal person if more fancy than you would have thought necessary for a junkyard.

As a last-ditch effort you tried the radio, "Lieutenant, do you copy?"

There was no reply. You were on your own.

The door was thrown open and you were dragged out of the car. As if they finally remembered they were kidnapping a firefighter, they roughly grabbed your SCBA and threw it to the side, ditching the equipment somewhere near a line of crushed cars. Texas and the driver grabbed you by the arms and pulled you along the gravel until you were towards the back of the yard. You kicked and screamed, trying to break the ties on your wrists or bring any kind of attention.

They threw you on the ground, Texas brandished his revolver and pointed it at you. All you wanted to do was scream and plead, but there was no time. The gun went off and you hit the ground.

The first thing you recognized was the PASS alarm. It was far enough away that it was slightly muffled, but you could hear it clearly through the yard. You hoped that maybe someone would hear it over the traffic noises going on around you. Any sense of fight had left, it was clear this wasn't a kidnapping it was an execution. Now all you could do was lay hopelessly in the dirt.

"Dr Acher, Dr Asher, we got incoming!"

"Brett, talk to me!" Hannah called as she joined gourney rolling through the doors.

"Y/N Halstead," Brett started to rattle off, "GCS 9, perforating head wound. CPD found her in a car yard, no idea how long she was there."

Will had to hold Jay back from barrelling straight into the room, trying to persuade him that it would be okay without fully believing it himself.

"Page Neuro," Dr Archer ordered, "Let's get a CT and push fluids."

Hannah's face was hovering over you, you could feel a sharp pain in your chest as she performed a sternum rub.

"Y/N?" She pressed, "How are you feeling?"

You groaned, trying to swat her hand away but being held back by the nurses. Everything was moving so fast, it felt like your head had been hit by a sledgehammer. Any sense of time or spacial awareness was gone. It was like an out-of-body experience, but not the fun kind.

When you were next aware of your surroundings, your hand felt clammy. You forced your eyes open and grimaced at the brightness. You pulled your hands towards your face, trying to block the light.

"No, hey, don't," Jay protested, grabbing your hands and pulling them away from the bandages on your head.

You frowned at him, unable to muster up any more energy to fight him. You were half asleep, the feeling of not knowing if your dreaming or not. Jay was at your side, holding your hand. You wanted to tease him about how clammy his hands felt, but talking was too much energy. Hailey was beside Jay, she smiled brightly at you and pulled a blanket higher around your body.

After a while Will came into the room carrying coffee cups, he grinned when he saw you half awake. He gently pulled you into a hug, helping you prop yourself up on the bed.

"I don't get a coffee?" You croaked, attempting a chuckle that ended in coughing.

Will helped you sit up, holding your arm as you coughed like a child.

He and Jay helped you lay back down, Will fussed over the monitors and jay pulled the blanket back up again. You lazily pushed his hands away mumbling about being fine and he was smothering you. Jay ignored you and continued fussing.

You spent 3 weeks in the hospital, Dr Abrams had kept telling you about how lucky you were to be alive - let alone spend such a short time in the ICU. During that time, Will and Jay were almost always around. If they weren't, it would be someone from 51 or all of them.

You had woken up one day to the entire lot of them crammed into the room, somehow managing not to wake you with their rowdiness. They had all teased you about the situation,

"Only you would get yourself in that situation, Halstead," Violet joked, playfully poking your arm.

You had shrugged and proclaimed you wanted the paid time off.

When you were released, Dr Abrams had schooled Will on everything to look out for, warning the both of you to be on high alert. You were expecting it, but still the scolding only made Will more protective.

He always doctored you and Jay, but now it felt like he was less your brother and more a live-in doctor. Staying with him meant you didn't have to worry about your own apartment - which you had essentially been evicted of. And gave both Will and Jay peace of mind. It also meant that Jay could come around whenever he wanted because he had a key.

Will had found you both on the couch one day after his shift. Jay was watching some rerun of a hockey game and you had your legs thrown over his lap, completely passed out covered in blankets.

Even after you had gotten much better, Will insisted that you stayed with him. Jay had teased the two of you were lonely and had gotten used to each other's company and neither of you could argue because he was right. You had been cleared by Abrams to do light duty and got to play Fire Cop alongside Lieutenant Seager. Joe hadn't stopped giving you shit about it. Every time you came to Molly's he'd declared, "The fire cops here!" and envelope you in a massive hug.

After almost 8 months of doing nothing and working a desk job, you finally managed to beg Boden and Abrams to sign off on letting you back on Truck. The company had been functioning without you for so long that you worried they might eventually have to replace you. It took more convincing Jay to let you go back to work than Will. Will knew you were stronger than ever - having come with you to most of your appointments. Jay however, was worried about you getting hurt again.

You had rolled your eyes and said, "what like you do?"

Hailey had to hold in her laughter at the stare off the two of you had.

You'd sworn your brothers and Boden to secrecy, knowing they would accidentally tell the house if you didn't tell them to keep their mouths shut. You'd even gone so far as to bum a ride off Will, not wanting to let them know you were there.

You'd walked into the briefing room when Boden was declaring there was a new addition to Truck. You hadn't known he had set you up for an entrance - which made it all the more amusing for you when you walked into the briefing room and they all but exploded with excitement. Violet and Brett were the closest to you, they both jumped out of their chairs and pulled you into a hug. When you pulled away, Gallo and Ritter were pulling you into their own hugs.

When the hugs and welcomes were done, you felt like you were finally home. Things were back to normal, sure they were different than before, but maybe even better.

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twistnet · 2 years

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Heey! You can write one with brian 'otis' zvonecek (if you don't write more about him it could be blake gallo) where he will respond a call that his girlfriend who called and getting there the team finds out he is dating and they are surprised for her be a "hot girl"

Sorry if got confused

i'm not entirely sure if you're requesting an imagine or a headcanon. if you could please specify, that would be great!!

however, i do want you to know that i'm only taking imagine requests for from this list

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lily-174 · 2 years

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Hi. Hope you're having a good day or afternoon or evening and staying safe. I wanted to ask can I request a Blake Gallo imagine with the prompt of I want to marry you where him and y/n have been dating for two years and Blake has been wanting to ask her to marry him but he can't find the right time. He also tells the 51 crew then he decides to propose to her at his apartment after work with candles and a romantic setting.

Of course, she says yes. Then, they tell everyone at 51 the next day by y/n showing off her ring and everyone is ecstatic. Thank you. ❤️❤️❤️

blake gallo ‘will you marry me?’

i don’t know if this is what you expected but i did try!

warnings: none? fluff, busy shift, proposing.

requested: yes

summary: blake gallo x reader! blake wants to propose to the reader but has no idea how so he confides in his colleagues for help then he proposes.

it was start of a normal day at 51, you and blake your boyfriend of 2 years arrived to the firehouse together, you being a paramedic on 61 and blake being a firefighter your relationship never really effected your jobs, boden trusted the two of you to be professional. and that was amazing neither of you wanted to leave 51 and you loved working together.

as soon as you and brett started your shift you’d barely sat down unless it was in the ambulance, it was one call after another. you knew fridays were busy but this was a joke. it was almost 1 and you guys hadn’t even eaten yet. before you had even got back to 51 you been called out again.

for the firefighters of 51 there’d only been 1 call and it was quick, while you and brett were on your 4th call of the day.

back at the firehouse blake sat in the common room staring into mid air, consumed by his own thoughts. he knew he wanted to marry you, he’d known that a while but he had no idea how to ask you. he wanted it to be special he wanted it to mean a lot to you. he wanted to make you happy. he needed help he wouldn’t be able to figure this out on his own. he needed help.

that’s when he saw stella walk into the common room. he stood up rushing towards her and ushering her out the the hallway.

‘gallo what’s up? i’m hungry’ stella sighed being dragged in the opposite direction of the food.

‘i need help. i want to ask y/n to marry me. i want it to be special but i just- i don’t know. how should i propose?!’ blake rambled panicking slightly as he said the words out loud, stellas face lit up and she pulled him into a hug.

‘that’s so exciting! i’m so happy for you! just do it in a way you think she’ll like. she loves you so much blake i don’t think it matters how you do it.’ stella explained knowing how much you love blake, stella was one of your best friends and she knew you so well blake thought stella would have an elaborate plan on how he should do this but that’s all she said.

‘thank you but stella how do i make it special?’ blake asked sighing and running a hand through his hair.

‘make what special?’ cruz and a few others came round the corner having overheard what blake and stella had been talking about.

‘you’re going to propose?!’ capp smiled widely, not exactly talking quietly as he should have been, and a few people in the common room heard capps loud announcement. then came the flood of firefighters surrounding blake asking questions.

“look guys, i just need help. i don’t know how to actually do it. i want it to be perfect.” blake explained and that was it. herrmann, mouch and ritter were exploding with ideas.

you and brett hadn’t had a chance to sit down you were utterly exhausted and were now on your way back to the house, you had both now been on 6 calls. 6! you pulled into the firehouse and got out of ambo, you and brett slowly walked through to the common room where everyone was smiling and talking until they noticed the two of you. then the all scattered like mice.

“hectic day?” casey asked, chuckling at the two of you looking exhausted walking through the house.

“don’t even wanna talk about it. what foods left?” you asked casey, you were starving you needed food before you passed out then you needed to go to sleep.

“not a lot, we need to do go to the grocery store” you and brett both groaned at his answer as you walked into the kitchen area grabbing a breakfast bar then walking to the bunk room. as soon as you got to your bed when your head hit the pillow you were gone. sound asleep.

at the end of your shift you had a few errands to do, drug store, grocery store then home. you were still exhausted apparently everyone in chicago needed an ambulance today. once you had finished running your errands you made your way back to your shared apartment with blake. when you got to the door you fumbled with your keys slowly opening the door once you opened the door, you noticed rose petals scatted on the floor, you followed them through the hallway leaving your bags at the door. they led to the living room, the room was decorated with flowers blankets laid out on the floor with all your favourite snacks laid out on them like a picnic, and your favourite movie ready to be played on the tv. the room was lit by candles, that fresh cinnamon and vanilla scent. then there was blake, stood in the middle of the room dressed in a suit.

“blake what is all this?” you asked smiling as you were sure you hadn’t missed an anniversary.

“come here baby” he responded smiling, you followed his instructions walking up to him to stand infront of him.

“y/n y/m/n y/l/n, you are the most beautiful women i have ever met. you’re so kind and caring. after what happened to my family i never thought i’d have anywhere to call home or a family again. but i met you and realised you are all i need. you are my home. you are my family. i love you so much, i want you, i need you. i want to spend the rest of my life with you. and after all we see and experience in our job i’m terrified of loosing you. so” he slowly got down on one knee, pulling a small box out of his pocket, one of your hands flew over your mouth tears burning your eyes.

“would you do me the honour of being the luckiest man in the world, will you marry me?” he asked looking up at you opening the box to reveal a beautiful shiny ring.

“yes! yes, of course i will!!” you smiled tears slowly rolling down your cheeks, he smiled wide standing up again slowly getting the ring out the box and sliding it onto your ring finger then hugged you tightly picking you up of the floor spinning you round.

“ i love you so much!” you smiled holding him tightly.

you and blake were so happy together, you spent the rest of your evening cuddling eating snacks, and watching your favourite movies, this was the perfect way to end your stressful day at work. you felt so peaceful and happy in the arms of your fiancé.

you laid their with blake admiring your ring.

“do you like it?” he asked slightly worried of what you thought about it.

“i love it baby, thank you so much.” you smiled leaning up to place a kiss on his lips.

“it was my mother’s engagement ring, i had it altered, to your ring size and stuff. it was one of the only things i had left of her after the fire. you mean so much to me y/n. i meant every word i said. you are my family.” he explained again bringing tears to your eyes.

“blake.. you sure you want me to have it?” you asked now knowing the emotion significance the ring had.

“of course i am. you’re the love of my life.” he replied kissing your head.

“you’re adorable you know that?” you smiled kissing him again.

as soon as you walked into the firehouse on your next shift you grabbed sylvie and stella and pulled them into the bunk room, so excited to tell them the news. stella had a feeling she already knew what you were going to tell her, but sylvie had no clue.

“what’s up?” sylvie asked seeing you all smiley after dragging them to the bunk room.

“ blake proposed!” you smiled happily pulling your hand out your pocket. both stella and sylvies faces lit up with excitement.

“congratulations!!” they both exclaimed bringing you into a hug, you hugged them back happily.

“let me see it!” sylvie exclaimed pulling back from the hug to look at your ring she smiled.

“oh my god y/n it’s gorgeous. i never knew gallo had such good taste” she smiled happily admiring your ring.

“it’s gorgeous y/n i’m so happy for you.” stella smiled giving you another hug. you then explained the story behind the ring and they were both shocked, you loved the girls although you missed gabby and wished you could’ve told her as well.

thank you for reading!! i hope this was okay! please give me feedback! also send more request they are open! ❤️

also it’s late i just finished this i haven’t proof read it so if there’s mistakes i apologise.

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