#chicago Fire Drabble

[kiddbegins]

Massage - Leslie Shay

Requested: yes

Word count: idk

Warnings: none?

Masterlist

Can you stop moaning? I’m trying to help you relax but you’re making it hard for me to concentrate.” “Sorry, your hands just work a little too good.” “I’m going to pay for a masseuse next time if you keep doing this.” [shay]

Working at the fire station meant long hours, heavy lifting, pulling, pushing. And basically just pushing yourself to your limits whenever you were on shift. And being at 51 just made it worse.

The house of all houses. Crazy calls. Crazy people. It was like Chicago+ when it came to the type of incidents your team got called to. And to add to that, being on squad which takes care of all the unique and extra types of rescues?

You were achy. Very achy. Especially after the call today which included a little boy and a vat of chocolate and a very precise and awkward lifting position. Luckily though, you had a loving girlfriend.

“Baby?” You’re voice was soft as you made your way into the bedroom where she was laying, looking at something on her phone.

Leslie shay was probably one of the best paramedics you’d ever seen. Since the day she joined 51 you knew she was gonna fit in instantly. And she did, meshed with the team perfectly and it didn’t take long for you to get a big huge crush on her.

She hummed questionably, dropping her phone the second she saw you, giving all of her attention in your direction. “Do you think you could rub my back? It hurts like a bitch after today.” You muttered, crawling onto the bed.

Of course she nodded, a smile pulling onto her lips, “Sure, c’mere.” Leslie shifted out of the way, patting the mattress. She even smoothed out the blanket, sliding a pillow so you could rest your head against it.

As soon as you were laying in the right spot she moved to sit on your lower back, sliding her hands up your spine with just the right amount of pressure. “Think it would feel better without your shirt in the way?” Her tone innocent, as she leaned back to pull at it.

You shifted up, pulling it off before laying back down, able to feel Leslie’s usually cold but now slightly warm hands on your skin.

“Damn baby, your back is tight as hell.” She muttered, kneading her palms into the muscle behind your shoulder blade. Slowly she twisted her hands, pressing her thumbs into your skin, hitting one of the worst spots.

A slight moan left your lips, cheeks going red as you tried to keep your face hidden, ignoring it. Leslie on the other hand heard and couldn’t hide the light smirk that grew on her face.

She made her way down, shaking her head as another groan left your lips, “Can you stop moaning? I’m trying to help you relax but you’re making it hard for me to concentrate.” Shay spoke with a light laugh, your face growing even hotter.

“I’m sorry, your hands just work a little too good.”

“I’m going to pay for a masseuse next time if you keep doing this.” She pretended to threaten, your eyebrow lifting slightly, unable to look back at her.

Slightly you let out a breath, “And I would have no qualms. I do like your hands more though,” You spoke as she rubbed at the bottom of your ribs, hands slightly going around you.

Leslie nodded to herself, “Mhm, I can tell you do,” She teased, slowly and precisely massaging a knot out of your muscle.

“Okay you did that one on purpose-“ You mumbled into the pillow after a guttural moan grew in your throat. Shay leaned forward, kissing your back lightly.

“You have no evidence for that claim.” She whispered, pressing another kiss right below that one before she sat up, continuing to do what she had promised to do.

You rolled over when she was finished, your hands finding her instantly. “That felt amazing, thank you,” You spoke softly, grabbing one of her hands to kiss the top of it.

She had other plans, leaning down to press into a kiss, her hands pulling away to grab at your face. You hummed quietly, holding her sides as she leaned over you, looking up at her when she pulled away.

“That is for being such a tease just now.”

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[deanstead]

Matt surprizing his wife with a puppy 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Pairing: Matt Casey x Wife!Reader

Word Count: 340

Warnings: none

A/N: Sorry for taking so long just to give you this drabble LOL.

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“Y/N?” You heard Matt’s voice travel into the house shortly after the sound of the door opening.

You smiled to yourself, glancing up at the clock. Matt was a little late but you’d timed dinner just about right, as the oven dinged.

“Kitchen!” You answered, turning towards the oven to take the roast out, just listening quietly to the familiar sounds of your husband putting down his bags and settling back home after a long shift. Until there was an unfamiliar sound - it sounded like a little patter.

You glanced around but Matt wasn’t looking at you, so you headed out around the counter to check out what was going on.

“Matt? Is everything…” You paused mid-sentence as the puppy he’d been looking at shot towards you, its tail wagging furiously as it fought for your attention now.

Your eyes lit up, as Matt smiled and you glanced back up at him. “Matt. I thought you said…”

You’d had this conversation with Matt not a few months ago, about adding a little furry kid to the house but between the shifts both of you had at each of your jobs, Matt hadn’t seemed to be too keen on it. So you’d dropped it.

But now here you were, standing in the middle of the apartment, a little golden colored puppy jumping at your legs as you smiled, and Matt looking back at you, echoing your smile.

Matt shrugged. “I know this family and they were leaving Chicago and couldn’t take him with them. So I thought…”

You smiled, picking the puppy up with one hand and pulling it close to your chest.

“You thought right.” You answered, smiling, as the dog licked your chin affectionately.

Matt smiled, stepping towards you and pressing a kiss to your temple. “As long as you’re happy.” He whispered.

You smiled, turning back to glance at him. “Matt Casey and a puppy? What more could a girl want?” You answered cheekily, grinning as Matt leaned in closer now to press his lips onto yours.

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Before a night out with Jay would include:

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Requested?: Nope!

Warnings: N/A

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*****

- was it even a night out if you didn’t spend the whole day dwelling on what you were going to wear?

- you’d grab a simple black dress out of the closet, staring at your reflection in the mirror as all of your insecurities scream back at you

- Jay would run a hand along your back effortlessly as he walks past, unaware of your inner demons rattling through your head

- ‘look at you’ he mumbles, pressing a kiss to the crook of your neck before grabbing a towel and tossing it over his shoulder

- you force a smile, watching as he circles back to you. His hand falling to innately rest on your hips as he pulls your hair to one side, exposing your shoulder for him to drop a soft kiss to your skin

- ‘what’s going on?‘ he didn’t expect an answer, just continued to reassure and plant delicate kisses along your arm to hope you see yourself the way he sees you

- ‘get in the shower, we’re gonna be late’ you lightly push back against his chest, feeling it vibrate in a huff of laughter as he presses one last kiss just below your ear, letting it linger slightly as he inhales your fresh scent

- ‘yes ma’am’ he marches off ‘can always join me if you want?’ He throws you a wink that you chuckle and roll your eyes at before tossing the towel at him that he had thrown on the bed just a few moments earlier

- you stood in the kitchen, anxiously tapping your foot as you sipped on your drink, you hated to be late and Jay always kept it close to the mark

- ‘waiting for you’ he remarks, smirk pulling on his lips as he tugs his jacket from the hook

- ‘you’re worse than a woman, Jay’ you throw the rest of your drink down the sink before joining him by the door, putting the last minute essentials in your bag

- he opens the door, ushering for you to exit first and then locking up. Naturally slinging his arm over your shoulders as he hums in amusement ‘gotta look good for my girl’

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[winchesterszvonecek]

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

Matt Casey x reader or Brian Zvonecek x reader

Tease - [ Matt Casey] 18+

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

Word Count: 1211

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

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

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

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

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

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

Again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Same time next shift?”

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[cas-kingdom]

"What is this?" (for a 5 line fic)

A/N: Set after the hospital bomb in season 3.

“What is this?” Kelly straightened as much as his injuries would allow and pointed a finger in the direction of the hospital room’s opening door. “You,” he said with a momentarily stunned breath of amusement, “are definitely not supposed to be here.” 

The wheels of the IV pole squeaked as you slowly moved with it into the room, your slippers shuffling across the floor. At Kelly’s words and the finger he still hadn’t dropped, you offered an exhausted smile. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“I might have to if you collapse.” He pushed the sheets off and heaved himself up a bit more. His chest protested sharply to the movement and he clutched at it with a hiss through his teeth, letting out a short laugh after. “Look at us cripples,” he said. When he glanced up again, you had stopped in the middle of the room, your body slightly hunched over. Kelly sobered. “How’re you even standing?” He made to get up, ignoring the fact it had only been six days since the hospital explosion and his injures were just as severe as yours, but you took another step before he could swing his legs over the side of the bed.

“Perseverance is a powerful tool,” you spoke through a clenched jaw, pressing forward.

Kelly’s brows rose. “Not that powerful,” he said. “You fractured your ribs, Y/N.” And dislocated your shoulder, received a concussion, and got pierced in the stomach by a nasty shard of glass, he thought to himself with an inward sigh. 

You stopped by his bed, situated the IV pole, and sat on the edge with a huff that almost had you toppling off. Kelly put a hand on your back and briefly considered calling for a nurse, but in all reality he’d been just about ready to escape his own room to find yours. Knowing you were somewhere in the hospital but he couldn’t see you had been more gruelling than he’d let on. It hadn’t been enough for Matt to just give him updates on your situation. He’d shoved you away from the suicide bomber before shoving the bomber himself. Guilt had been one of multiple emotions he’d felt after waking, though Matt had done a good job in ridding him of that.

“I just wanted to see you,” you told him between breaths. 

“Alright,” Kelly said, “and I wanted to see you, but—” He glanced at the IV pole and then at the catheter in your wrist. “You didn’t unhook yourself from anything, did you?” At the small shake of your head, he nodded. “Okay. How’re you feeling?”

“Tired. In pain.” You rubbed at your eyes. “Wanna go home.”

“You and me both.” Kelly shifted to make space beside him and pulled the sheets back up. “C’mere and lie down.” You gradually lay back, your face contorting into many expressions as you worked around your battered body. Eventually, you found a comfortable position tucked against his side, your head on his arm and the rest of your body stretched out towards the end of the bed. You squeezed your eyes shut against the exertion and focused on your breathing, a daily thing you’d had to become accustomed to in the past week.

“How are you?” you mumbled after a short while. 

Kelly brushed his fingers across your shoulder. “I’m getting there,” he said. “Looks like we both are. It won’t be too long until we can go home and get back to work now, huh?” A brief smile flit across your lips and he bent to rest his cheek against you. “Man,” he spoke under his breath, “it’s so good to see you again, Y/N. You had us all worried.”

“So did you,” you said. “They almost lost you.”

Kelly opened his mouth to argue against that, but you weren’t wrong. You had been hurt, perhaps more than him, but they’d stabilised you quickly. His own journey had been rocky, or so he’d heard. In some morbid way, he was glad it hadn’t gone in the opposite direction. Waking up to hear of your injuries had been bad enough, but seeing you close to death on the operating table would have messed him up.

He shook the thoughts from his head and subconsciously tightened his hold around you. “We’re still here,” he reminded both you and himself.

You moved your head to lie against his chest, the dull thump of his heart soothing you. “Good,” you whispered.

It was then that the door handle was pushed down, and your eyes shot open. You briefly glanced up at Kelly, then shut your eyes once more. “I’m asleep,” you said hurriedly.

Kelly didn’t have much time to consider your words. When the door opened and a nurse walked in, stopping suddenly when she clocked the extra body in the bed, Kelly shrugged.

“She’s asleep,” he said.

The nurse shook her head but a small smile pulled at her lips. She checked your vitals first before moving to do the same for Kelly. “And why is she asleep in here, and not in her own room?”

“Ah.” He smiled. “She’s got a mind of her own, this one.”

“Looks like she gets it from her family.” Stepping back, the nurse sighed but obviously couldn’t not relent. “Alright,” she said. “Anything happens, call for help immediately.”

Kelly nodded. “Got it. Thanks.”

The nurse looked far from convinced, but she left all the same, likely to make everyone on the ward aware that the girl with the broken ribs and the healing wound in her side had escaped into the fire lieutenant’s room, and she had been too much of a pushover to grab the nearest wheelchair and take her back.

You opened your eyes and peered victoriously up at Kelly, who laughed and shook his head. “Get some real sleep now, conspirator,” he said.

Chicago Fire Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

[justoneofthoseghosts]

Brettsey + any prompt you want

Ok, after that last one, I need to write some fluff!

I used a randomizer (lol), plugged in 1 to 50 and got this one:

16. "Would you like to stay?"

This one takes place sometime after the end of season 8.

It's been two weeks since Julie passed. Sometimes it still feels like a dream, or more aptly, a nightmare, to Sylvie. Her relationship with Julie was only beginning. They were supposed to have years not months. She barely got to know her birth mother.

Possibly the only silver lining in the situation was her baby sister - happy and healthy. She had been to Rockford twice to visit Scott and Amelia. Scott sent her regular updates on her sister, saying she looked more and more like Julie everyday with her blonde hair and big, blue eyes.

She rearranges herself on the couch. The one at the loft definitely wasn't as comfortable than her own but she didn't want to be alone right now. She didn't want to be in a crowd full of people either so when Matt invited her come over and watch a hockey game, saying that Stella and Severide were spending their 48 hours off shift at the cabin, she agreed.

She saw right through it though. It wasn't like she was a huge hockey fan. There wasn't even an Indiana NHL team but she knew it was because he was worried about her. Despite his subtlety, she noticed his concerned glances whenever they were on shift, how he checked in with her more frequently than usual since Julie's death.

She's grateful for his presence, for being there for her, because he understood what she was going through - how grief showed up during the strangest moments, how grief never really fully went away.

She glances at him now, at the concentrated look on his face.

"So, who's winning?" She asks before taking a swig of her beer.

Matt grumbles out a response, "St. Louis."

She lets out a snort, "I'm guessing that's a bad thing?"

He turns to face her, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, come on, Matt," she says, swatting his arm, "you had to know I'm not that much of a hockey fan."

He shrugs, letting out some non-committal noise before grabbing his beer bottle and taking a long pull.

She takes that as enough confirmation.

"Would you rather we watch HGTV?" He inquires.

She shakes her head, "no, it's fine. You want to watch the hockey match."

He chuckles before reaching for the remote. Sylvie guesses she didn't sound convincing. Well, HGTV was her weakness after all.

He flips the channel in time for the middle of a Property Brothers episode Sylvie's probably watched a hundred times.

"Thanks, Matt," she tells his softly, "and not just for changing the channel."

She sends him a loaded look, one she hopes conveys how truly thankful she is for him.

He scoots closer to her, "how are you, Sylvie?"

She sighs, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "fine - I think. I still miss her a lot. It's crazy because we barely knew each other but I really, really, do miss her."

"It's not."

She furrows her eyebrows at him, "not what?"

"Not crazy - she was a part of your life and it's not crazy to miss her. It's never crazy to miss someone you loved deeply no matter how long you knew each other."

He smiles softly at her, eyes extremely sincere.

She feels that swoop in her stomach, the one that's become a regular occurrence whenever Matt so much as looked at her. Over the past two years, they began to grow closer as friends. She leaned on him during tough moments and he did the same.

She knew she was teetering on dangerous ground, maybe a tightrope even. She shouldn't be feeling these types of feelings for him but as the days pass, her fondness for the Captain continues to grow, inching in small increments.

How could it not? He asked if she wanted to hang out so that she didn't have to swimming in a sea of her grief alone.

No, she really shouldn't be giving into this. He was simply being a good friend.

Yes, that was it. Matt Casey was always dependable - he was sweet and caring to all his friends, not just to her. She feels her resolve building back up again.

"Thanks, Matt. I really appreciate it," she tells him.

They end up watching a few more shows on HGTV. Sylvie sees him looking at scores on his phone, insisting that they switch the channel back to ESPN so that they could catch the latter part of the game. Matt teaches her a bit about hockey and by the end of the match, she's cheering along with him as the Blackhawks win by the skin of their teeth.

It's a fun night for sure, one she didn't want to end but it was getting late.

"I should go," she says, getting up slowly from the couch, "it's getting late."

"Would you like to stay?"

Her eyes go wide at his request. It takes her a moment to process, unsure of what to say. Sylvie thinks there's a bit of hopefulness in his voice but she shrugs it off. She must be imagining it.

"I -"

His eyes go wide too at the realization that it sounded not so platonic, stammering out an explanation.

"I mean - stay for one more episode of House Hunters maybe?" He questions, shooting her a look that she could no longer deny was a hopeful one.

She gnaws on her bottom lip. She should not be feeling these feelings for him, she reminds herself. Matt was off limits but then he exudes earnestness that she feels that carefully rebuilt resolved crumbling.

"Okay - one more episode," she relents.

He grins. Her heart skips, no, it gallops in her chest rather.

One episode turns into two then there's this movie she can't believe he's never seen so she makes him watch it. They end up falling asleep on the couch, her head on his shoulder, his arms around her, like he was protecting her. By the time they wake up, it's early morning.

He sends her a sleepy smile that she finds really, truly adorable. It's this side of him he rarely shares with other people and it makes their friendship all the more special.

Maybe, when she looks back on it, it's this one moment that tears down her walls completely, the one where she figures out that even through continuous cycles of denial, her feelings for Matt have already changed and crossed over to the realm of romantic.

"Breakfast?" he asks, voice still laced with sleep.

She considers her options before nodding. He grabs his phone, looking for a restaurant that's open at 6 in the morning. She notices how he invades her space once more, not that she minded, while he scrolls through the delivery app.

"Bagels okay with you?"

"Yeah - and coffee too."

"Light and sweet right?" He asks.

She blushes, not realizing he's memorized her coffee order.

'Yes, that's right."

He beams at her, proud, before going back to his phone.

She glances at him furtively, the crease in between his brows appearing as he looked through options.

Yeah, she's definitely crossed over all right.

She hopes it's a secret she can keep.

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𝐇𝐢𝐢𝐢𝐢 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 👋🏽! 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧! 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬:

-𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 (𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞: 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 + 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬)

-𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 @ 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 @ 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟎 𝐩.𝐦.

-𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰

-𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

-𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞! 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 🥰

-𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞!

-𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 (𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐥)

𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐉𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 🍿

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨: @withmyteeth @darqchilddaydreamz 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 🧡

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐞𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐊𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐑𝐮𝐳𝐞𝐤

𝐒𝐎𝐀 𝐉𝐚𝐱 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐩𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐳 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐰𝐦𝐚𝐧

𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐌𝐂 𝐄𝐙 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐚 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐳 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐨 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐳 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐳

𝐅𝐁𝐈𝐬 𝐎𝐀 𝐙𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐒𝐕𝐔 𝐉𝐨𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐃𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐨

𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐚

𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝐆𝐮𝐧 𝟖𝟔'/𝐌𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐉𝐚𝐯𝐲 "𝐂𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐭𝐞" 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 "𝐏𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤" 𝐅𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 "𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐧"𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 "𝐁𝐨𝐛" 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐦 "𝐈𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧" 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐲

[keanureevesisbae]

Peter Mills x fem!reader

Summary: When your sphinx cat gets stuck in a tree, firefighter Peter Mills saves the unusual creature.

Wordcount: 1k

Warnings: None

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Your sphinx cat Imogen isn’t allowed to go outside. Normally, you were very precise with the way you left the windows open, the nets in front of it so she couldn’t escape. But somehow she managed to turn into Houdini and got out.

The best part about this story: you know where she is.

The worst part is: the little idiot got stuck in a tree.

To call the fire department was your only option and you saw Truck 81 of the CFD arrive not long after you called them. You made your way over to truck, hearing poor little Imogen cry out. She was an indoor cat. You had no idea how she managed to get out there, but your cat had managed to do so.

‘You called?’ one of the fire fighters asked. You had seen him on television a few times. If you remembered correctly, his name was lieutenant Casey or something like that.

‘Yes, I’m so sorry to bother you. I just am so afraid. My cat… She’s stuck in that tree.’

He nodded. ‘Well, we’ll help her out. What color is she?’

‘Well, yeah, there’s a thing,’ you start. ‘Imogen is a sphinx cat, so she’s mainly pink, but because it’s so cold, even in my apartment, she’s wearing a brownish colored sweater.’ You could see the firefighter was a little overwhelmed by the information. ‘Please don’t laugh at me.’

Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t help but let out a tiny laugh. ‘That’s a first,’ he notes, ‘but she’ll be easy to spot. How’s she with people?’

‘I don’t know,’ you admitted. ‘She can be okay with people, but she’s not an outdoor cat, so there’s a possibility she’ll freak out.’

‘This sounds like a job for the candidate,’ he says. ‘Candidate!’

‘Yes lieutenant?’ 

Of course they’d send the hottest fire fighters to solve the cat problem you’ve got going on, but this so called candidate was the most handsome man you’ve ever laid your eyes on. 

‘There’s a sphinx cat named Imogen in that tree. Good luck.’ Lieutenant Casey slapped him on his shoulder and the candidate looked up.

Right at that time, Imogen meowed loudly.

Then the candidate looked at you and smiled. ‘I’ve got this covered,’ he told you. ‘Imogen will be alright.’

He climbed in the tree with a certain ease. In a soft voice he said: ‘Hi Imogen.’

The answer was a loud meow. You could see through the branches the way your sphinx cat nearly leaped in his arms and he cuddled her in his jacket. Carefully he climbed down and when he hit the ground, you made your way over to him.

Her cute head poked out of his coat. ‘Hi baby,’ you cooed, tears burning in your eyes. ‘Don’t be so stupid again, okay? You are not made for the outside world.’

The candidate handed you Imogen and you quickly checked her, thankfully not a scratch on her. 

‘You scared the shit out of me, so please don’t do it again.’ You kissed her face and was met with a meow. 

The candidate placed his hand on her little head. ‘She’s quite the cutie,’ he admitted. ‘Never thought I’d say that about a sphinx cat.’

‘Why not?’ 

‘Well, they look like cats, without the hair. Kinda freaked me out, but Imogen is a sweetheart.’

You chuckled. ‘Yeah, she’s great. Thank you for saving her.’

‘It’s my job, ma’am.’ He saw how Imogen was shivering and said: ‘Go back inside, she needs to warm up.’

‘Yeah, you’re right. Thanks once again.’

’Pleasure’s all mine,’ he said, patting Imogen one more time. ‘Stay indoors, Imogen.’

‘Meow.’

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

It’s been a few days since the Candidate saved your cat, so you naturally wanted to thank him. After you locked your house safely, so Imogen couldn’t escape anymore. You found out truck 81 belonged to firehouse 61. 

You made your way over and walked inside. 

‘Hello miss,’ the man with the bluest eyes you’ve ever said. ‘How can I help you?’

‘Hi, I’m looking for the guy who saved my cat a few days back.’

‘Well, we had a busy week, because we saved three cats over the course of a few days. What color was he?’

‘She was a naked sphinx cat.’

Instantly he knew what case you were talking about. ‘I see,’ he says. ‘You need Mills, our candidate. He’s in the back. Allow me to show you the way.’

‘Thank you.’

You followed him inside and the firefighter said: ‘Yo candidate, you have visitor.’

The handsome candidate looked up from the stove (which you thought was odd) and smiled when he recognized you. ‘Hey,’ he said, a crooked smile on his face. He dried his hands and walked over to you, placing a hand on your arm, as he lead you away from the nosy firefighters. ‘What’s up?’

‘I just wanted to thank you for the other day. I’m really glad she’s okay, thanks to you. I know this will never repay for what you did, but here.’ You handed him some cookies in a nice little jar. ‘I don’t know if you like this, but I wanted to do something.’

‘I love these, thanks. You really didn’t have to.’

‘Imogen is my baby,’ you admitted. ‘I’d probably die if I would’ve lost her.’

He smiled. ‘I understand. She’s really cute though.’

You looked at your watch and said. ‘I’ve gotta go now, however… If Imogen sneaks out again and climbs a tree, I’ll be calling Firehouse 61 again.’

He nods. ‘Good to know. I’m Peter Mills by the way.’

‘I’ll ask for you if it happens again,’ you chuckled. 

You walked away and made your way to the exit, when he caught up. ‘Wait, please,’ he said. ‘If I can have your number, I can… We can… Hang out. If you want of course.’ He rambled on, but then shook his head. ‘No wait, I’m sorry. I’m overstepping.’

 ‘No,’ you said, way too quick, because you were glad he’d chased you down. ‘I’d love to. I know Imogen would love it. She really did well with you.’

‘Cool,’ he says. ‘I really liked her as well.’

‘When does your shift end?’ you asked.

‘Tomorrow at seven in the morning,’ he said. 

‘Wanna have breakfast?’

He nodded. ‘I’m down for that. Only if I can see Imogen afterwards.’

You smiled. ‘That can be arranged, Peter Mills.’

[azurethevampire]

Drabble prompts open!

I'm travelling a lot this upcoming week so I thought what better way to spent the time not admiring the views than write 😄 Send me drabble prompts until I say to stop and I will try my best to write them up any chance I get - if not on my trip then very soon after I've come home.

Fandoms I'm currently in the mood to write for:

• The Walking Dead, Mandalorian (still haven't had chance to watch s3, though so no spoilers please!) NCIS, Chicago Fire, Chicago PD and perhaps Chicago Med, Doctor Who, Transformers and Red Dead Redemption video game

Maybe other fandoms I've written before, ask and I'll tell you if I'm currently in the mood for it!

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Note that I still don't write smut, romance otherwise depends if I'm vibing like it atm.

[kiddbegins]

Don’t Get Up - Leslie Shay

Requested: yes

Word count: 379

Warnings: sexual insinuation

A/n: sorry it’s short

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“We can shower together if you get up.”

“Don’t get up, please.” The first words out of your mouth the second you woke up wrapped up in your girlfriend’s arms. It was always hard to get up in the morning for you. 

Being a bartender meant getting home late, but considering Leslie Shay was a paramedic, on her shift days she was up with the sun. And to be honest she was even on off days but those days were more lenient. 

Shift days meant up and out of bed right away, but that never stopped you from holding onto her hand tightly as she tried to get up. “Baby please,” The second she shifted enough away from you, it was like coldness wrapped itself around you. 

Leslie chuckled faintly, turning to kneel onto the bed, a light kiss to your forehead, “Think about it, y/n. We can shower together if you get up.” Her lips lingered over your skin before she pulled back just slightly. 

“And I don’t know about you but I can think of a few things I wouldn’t mind doing to you in there.” Leslie made sure to add before pecking your lips chastely. “So I’ll be in there if you care to join.”

With a wide smile she popped off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom only seconds later. In an even shorter amount of time you were up and on her tail. “Now when you say that, you mean…” you trailed off, eyes on the back of her head. 

She hummed faintly, turning the water to the shower on. “Well I could mean a couple things,” The girl turned, facing you as she pulled her shirt off. No matter how many times you saw her bare chested it still made your heart race and a deep blush to cover your cheeks. 

“I-“

“God you’re adorable,” Leslie kicked off her pajama pants, holding her hands out. “Cmon, we’re working on borrowed time right now.” She grabbed your hand and pulled you closer, holding onto the bottom of your own tshirt as she did. 

As you looked at her she grinned, “Hope you don’t mind a bit of a shaky leg for a while though,” Leslie joked, tugging your clothes off and hopping into the shower, definitely making true to her comment. 

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Brettsey Drabbles: Relaxed

As Matt walked back from Boden’s office, he saw Sylvie near his office door; her gaze was outwards to the bunk room with a very concerned look on her face. He tilted his head a bit at the sight, unsure of what might’ve prompted her expression, and approached her.

“Hey,” he greeted her.

She kept the same frown as she briefly met his gaze and replied, “Hi.”

“Everything okay?” he asked with knit brows.

She kept her lopsided frown. “At this rate, I might just have to sleep on the locker room bench.”

Matt turned towards the bunk room and saw that all of the bunks were taken, some by their own shift but mostly by another shift from a different firehouse. The other firehouse had severe water damage from the sudden flooding that had happened a week prior and needed other firehouses to accommodate them.

Sylvie chewed at her bottom lip at the thought and instinctively rolled her shoulders a bit. She was definitely not excited about the impending backaches she was going to get.

“Maybe the app floor will be comfier,” she dryly added. When she met Matt’s gaze again, they shared a smile.

“Why don’t you sleep in my bunk?”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “And where would you be sleeping?”

He gave her a puzzled look. “Right beside you?”

She raised her eyebrows at that. “Wouldn’t that be unprofessional, especially when another firehouse is staying with us?”

He shrugged. “I’ve already cleared some things with Boden. He said some miscalculations happened and unfortunately his hands are tied. I also wouldn’t want my paramedics to get injured over a simple accommodation.” He affectionately bumped his shoulder against hers and continued, “Besides, it’s not like we’re hiding anything.” He flashed the gold band on his left hand that he vowed never to take off unless utterly necessary. Sylvie briefly beamed at the one on her left hand; she didn’t wear the actual wedding ring, but she wore a simple gold wedding band in its place. They’ve only been married for six months but the news seemed to travel fast as most of the Brass congratulated them in one way or another.

“That’s true,” she replied, still pondering his offer.

Before she could think about it any more, the bells rang out and called for Ambulance 61, leaving the blonde paramedic to relinquish all woes about her nightly accommodations.

She squeezed her husband’s shoulder. “I’ll let you know later? Thanks, Matt.”

“Of course.” He nodded as she started to walk towards the common room. “Be careful.” He saw her small promising smile and then disappeared behind the corner. Ever since they started dating, he’d tell her to be careful before she ran out to a call, assuming he was in the firehouse when they were called out. And she would remind him to refrain from doing any cowboy antics if possible. It became one of their things: a promise to come back to one another without saying it.

With ambulance 61 coming and going more often than the rigs, Matt didn’t see much of his wife; he saw her in the common room a couple of times but mostly to quickly get something to eat before they were called out again.

As the day winded down and neared midnight, he wondered if his wife really decided to sleep on the bench in the locker room or on the app floor. He told himself he’d check for her after he finished flipping through some of the furlough request forms.

Knock, knock.

He turned at the noise and happily smiled when he saw his wife. She looked exhausted and it was probably from all the running around.

“Hi,” he greeted her.

“Hi,” she replied before she covered a large yawn. “While I could definitely pass out on the bench or on the app floor at this point, I think my back would instantly regret it tomorrow morning. And I doubt you want to deal with a grumpy Sylvie Brett at home.”

He laughed and gestured to the bed. “I’ll join you in a minute.” He turned back to his desk and dimmed the lamp for her. He didn’t really need to because as soon as his wife climbed underneath the sheets and her head hit his pillow, she was out like a light. Sylvie wasn’t actually sure what made her fall asleep so fast; it was either her husband’s lingering scent on the pillow, the exhaustive shift, or maybe both. Either way, she fell asleep with a contented smile on her face.

When Matt finally finished his work, he shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack next to his wife’s paramedic jacket. He kicked off his shoes and slowly pulled back the sheets on his side. The bunk wasn’t exactly big enough for two adults, but they managed to make it work in the past through a lot of closeness and cuddling. When he slipped underneath the sheets beside Sylvie, it was like instinct took over because her body immediately scooted closer to his even though she was still sound asleep.

He beamed softly at the adorable gesture and draped his arm over his wife’s waist to pull her a little bit closer (and also to make sure she didn’t roll off the bed). She sighed comfortably against his chest and unknowingly nuzzled his collar. She slept with her hands resting between them and against his chest. With both their heads on his single pillow, he leaned in to press his lips against her forehead, silently and softly wishing her a good night’s sleep.

He wanted to laugh at the realization that their closeness was making his heart beat rapidly in his chest because after their two years of pining over each other, four years of dating, and a half a year of marriage, Sylvie Brett still had that effect on him.

He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so relaxed on a shift. He knew most, if not all, of it was attributed to his wife sleeping beside him which made him wonder why they didn’t do it more often.

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“You are being stupid and reckless,” Matt Casey ground out through clenched teeth as he tightened his grip on your forearms. He turned then as you struggled futilely against him, dipping his head dangerously low in the direction of Gabby, Stella and Sylvie, who were snickering in a corner of the bar. “All four of you!”

Stella snorted, practically doubling over Sylvie. “What?” she called out, her words slurred. “Can’t handle as much drink as us?”

“Lightweights!” Gabby.

“Pussies!” Sylvie.

“I want a baby koaaaala!” you lilted, manging to wrench free and toppling back against Kelly, who’d stood from his bar stool the moment Antonio Dawson had entered Molly’s with you, Gabby, Stella and Sylvie trailing in front of him, your arms linked together like schoolchildren as you attempted to keep each other up. Apparently, Matt’s hesitation about agreeing to let the older ladies take his younger sister on her first pub crawl had been well suited. Not a single member of Firehouse 51 had ever seen you so...out of sorts.

“Wohoah, there! Slow down, madcap.” Kelly couldn’t help the grin that appeared on his face, an unfamiliar blend of both amusement and shock, as he caught your flailing arms. You seemed intent on getting to the ladies in the corner, reaching a hand out towards them like some crazed zombie.

“Hey, hey, Kidd!” As had been customary since the moment Stella joined 51, both she and you turned at what could have been either her last name or your pet name. Neither of you seemed to be in an answering mood, however. Hermann expertly slid across the bar table and grabbed the beer bottles that Stella had seemingly sprung from mid-air. “No more alcohol for you! Your livers’ll thank me for it later.”

“How much did you even drink?” Otis asked. His brows were raised so high they almost touched his hairline as he glanced between the last four women he’d expected to see this intoxicated.

“Oh,” Sylvie said with a laugh, “a lot. And I mean a lot, a lot.”

“A lot,” Stella mirrored.

“Like...a lot,” Gabby agreed with a defining nod, taking a step to the left and almost tripping over thin air before Otis leapt forward to catch her.

Matt’s expression was one of absolute displeasure, paired with a mortifyingly sinking feeling in his chest. He turned towards Antonio, who was still stood by Molly’s entrance, hands on his hips while he watched the situation unfold with what could only be intrigue.

“Antonio.” Matt threw his arms up in the air, defeated. “What can I say?”

Antonio shook his head and moved forward. “Look, man, I’m just as embarrassed over Gabby as you.” He opened his mouth to continue before sparing a quick glance at you, intoxicatingly determined to escape Kelly’s hold and grab his unfinished beer on the bar table. Kelly was clearly having difficulty figuring out whether he should be pissed or amused that the girl he’d helped raise was drunk out of her mind for the first time in her life. Later in the evening, when they brought you all home and put you to bed, they’d laugh about it until their sides hurt. For now, it seemed Matt was the adult in the situation.

“Has she ever had this much to drink?” Antonio asked, jerking a thumb in your direction.

Matt ran a hand down his face. “She rarely touches the stuff. To say I’m surprised is a...nauseous understatement. Where’d you say you found them?”

“Just down the street, on their way back here. Did you know they were going on a pub crawl?”

Before Matt could answer, Gabby and Sylvie stumbled forward, drunken laughter spilling from their lips. Stella had attached herself to Kelly, peppering kisses on his cheek as he attempted to keep both her and you in check.

Gabby stopped uncomfortably close to her brother. “Of course we were going on a pub crawl, Antonio,” she drawled. “The girl’s just turned twenty-one! Not every day that happens.”

“Yeah,” Sylvie piped up, aimlessly pointing a finger at the ceiling. “What’d you think we were gonna do? Sit around Molly’s all night for a tame evening of karaoke and board games? Hell no! That’s what the boys are here for!”

That had indeed been what the boys were here for. After shift, they’d met up at Molly’s to close it to the public and decorate the place in time for your birthday party that evening. 51 had had a great few hours together, but eventually Gabby had suggested she, Stella and Sylvie take you out for your first birthday pup crawl. Of course, the guys had insisted they join in, but the ladies had demanded that this was a girls’ night only, and you’d be back later to re-join the party. That had seemed a little unrealistic—Matt and Kelly knew all too well their girlfriends’ party potential—but every member of the family had subconsciously stuck around Molly’s to see that it came to pass, each one ready with a list of Chicago pubs in case you didn’t return by midnight.

Mouch gestured to the birthday cake, sent by Mills with the promise he’d come visit soon. “Have some cake, Y/N, it’s divine.”

“Oh, we’ve already had some,” Sylvie interrupted as she waved her hand in disinterest.

“Pink Moon were selling slices, three for the price of one,” Stella said, draping her arms around Kelly’s neck. “We got, like, six portions.”

“Seven,” Gabby corrected.

“Seven portions.”

“Hey, hey, get this!” Your stammering words broke above the discreet conversations echoing around the bar. You seemed to have tired of struggling, one hand grasping the wrist of Kelly’s arm wrapped around your waist to keep her steady. Still, you were in high spirits, your head lolling around as you grinned. “A police detective picks up four drunk girls from a pub, then brings them back to safety...at another pub. Suuuch a hypocrite, Tony.”

Antonio turned a dark glare on Gabby, who seemed to sober up for the briefest of seconds.

“I did not teach her that nickname,” she asserted, not at all assertedly.

“Yeah, okay.” Antonio’s words were laced with exhaustion as he shook his head at his sister’s lies and turned back to those he could actually trust. “Matt, are you good here?”

“I am if you are.” Matt glanced over his shoulder and nodded towards the firefighters behind him, each one obviously willing to help if the need happened to arise. That is, if you and the others were too much trouble for Matt and Kelly to handle alone, which they couldn’t honestly attest to just yet considering the unfamiliar grounds they were currently toeing.

Antonio nodded and stepped back towards the door. He made a show of pointing a finger between all four drunkards. “Let this be the first and last time I bring you home to the adults while I’m off shift, ladies,” he warned. “That includes you, Gabriela. Be more careful.”

“You got it, bro.”

When Antonio left, the slightest sliver of a smile on his lips caught Matt’s eyes before he disappeared around the corner. He brushed it off and returned his attention to the situation at hand. “Okay,” he said firmly, in a tone you often called his ‘lieutenant-y alderman voice’, “I think it’s time we head home.”

Your mouth fell wide open in absolute disbelief as you hung limply over Kelly’s arm. “Uh, no!”

“It’s her twenty-first birthday!” Gabby yelled, slapping Hermann’s hand when he came to see if she needed help. Hermann immediately put his palms up and turned to walk off, way too incapable of dealing with a drunk woman at a time like this.

“Don’t be such pussies!” Sylvie agreed as Cruz crossed his arms beside her.

Arms draped around Kelly, Stella’s whining joined the protests. “Let us have fuuuun!”

“Oho, you’ve clearly had enough fun,” Boden spoke up from the back around his obvious amusement, quite unexpectedly really considering he’d been quiet since at his table with Capp and Tony. At the drunk glare each of you sent his way, he conveniently turned to his drink, snickering into the glass.

“Ugh.” Sylvie put a hand to her head. “I need air. Can you guys—”

With a strength most unbefitting of someone who’d stumbled into the pub not long ago, you finally escaped Kelly’s hold with a loud: “coming!” 

Concern filled each member of firehouse 51′s gaze as the four of you clambered out of Molly’s. Once the doors shut and the muffled sound of loud laughter filled the tense silence of the pub, Kelly turned to the crowd, the first fragment of apprehension appearing on his face. “Should someone go with them?”

Outside, you, Stella, Gabby and Sylvie were in utter hysterics for reasons entirely against what one might assume, had they been in your presence for the past five minutes.

“I can’t believe—” Gabby was bent over from the exertion of her laughter, one hand on her knee and the other grabbing onto Sylvie for support— “you sure you’ve never been drunk before?”

You pressed your lips together in an attempt to keep from bursting once again. “I’m just a seriously good actor,” you said, then lost the battle and snorted.

Sylvie rubbed at her eyes, wiping away the tears. “Did you see the guys’ faces?”

“Never mind their faces,” Stella gasped, leaning against a lamppost for support. “Did you see Kelly when you went for his beer? Aw, man. This is exactly what we needed.”

You held up a finger. “This is exactly the payback we needed,” you amended. “They better never put toothpaste in my oreos again.”

“And in the donuts,” Stella added. “No one messes with a firefighter’s breakfast donuts.”

“They know what’ll happen if they put clear nail varnish on my soap bar again,” Gabby said.

“And if they ever put a live spider on the kitchen counter again...” Sylvie let the threat hang in the air just as you all burst into laughter once more. It had, of course, been a ruse. A clever one at that. If the guys had truly believed they could get away with pranking the four of you on April Fool’s Day without some sort of retribution, even if it came a few weeks later, then most sane people would be urging them to retake their mental fitness exam. You had been pondering over it for multiple shifts, figuring out what would draw the best reactions from the guys, and had eventually dwindled it down to this with great, great satisfaction. Because what could possibly boil a guy’s blood more than seeing their little girl completely, utterly intoxicated? And what could possibly feel better than having the guys dote on you the next morning while you ‘recovered’ from your ‘hangover’?

“I just can’t believe you actually got my brother in on it too,” Gabby admitted. She slung an arm around your shoulders and drew you into a side-hug. “He’s such a spoilsport, he would’ve turned me down immediately.”

You shrugged. “I told you I had a special charm.”

“He should’ve stayed for a drink,” Stella said.

Gabby scoffed. “Oh, that guy can’t play a prank to save his life. He left so he didn’t burst into laughter and give it away.” She suddenly swayed, her cheeks puffing up as the world’s orbit seemed to become that bit more obvious. “Ooh. Okay, I know we didn’t have that much to drink…”

“But we still drank,” Sylvie finished, swallowing down a thickness in her throat, “yep. I feel it too.”

You were standing pretty on two drinks, one from each of the pubs you’d pitifully crawled past before the anticipation of your prank to come had dulled your appetite for wine. Gabby, Stella (especially Stella) and Sylvie had obviously drank more in those two pubs, hence why their dramatics weren’t entirely dramatics, but you had based your performance entirely on the notes you’d mentally taken over the past years as you watched drunk men enter and leave Molly’s. 

“Oh, oh, shit, abort,” Gabby hissed. You turned to see movement at the door. At the sound of it swinging open as Matt, Kelly and Cruz came out, supposedly to take you home, you put those notes to good use once more.

“Gabby! Stel! Sylvieeee!” you whined, hanging onto the others. “Why can’t I have a baby koala?”

“I’m gonna puke again!” Sylvie shrieked.

“I literally might faint,” Stella said airily, a hand against her forehead.

Gabby pretended to collapse. “My head feels like a construction zone!”

The guys, including Kelly, looked horrified, well aware they were in for a night and a half.

Payback was sweet.

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[justoneofthoseghosts]

Hello! Here's some bonus content for Once Upon a December. This was originally going to be part of the last chapter but I was hitting a wall. Please enjoy the belated Christmas treat! ☺️🎄

Three years later

“What about this one?”

Matt turns towards the tree Sylvie was pointing to.  It was around six feet tall.  He tilts his head to the side, examining it.

“It could work,” he tells his wife.

“Do you think we can get it into the living room?”  Sylvie asks.

He laughs.  Last year, they agreed on a much larger tree except that when they got back to their house, they found that they couldn’t get it past the foyer.  They ended up having to saw off some of the branches and a bit of the base.

“I think so.  If not, we’ll bust out the circular saw again,” he mentions jokingly.

She rolls her eyes at him before shaking her head.

Buying a tree had been one of their many Christmas traditions since two years ago.  Decorating it was always fun, Matt had to admit.  Last year, Violet, Griffin and Ben helped out, turning their tree into a very interesting one to say the least.

It had character was what Sylvie said after the kids were done.

They do end up buying the handsome Douglas fir tree.  Matt thanks the guy as he helps load it onto the truck, cranking up the heat as they got int the cab of the truck.

When they get home, they start to unearth the bins of Christmas decorations.  Sylvie grins as she finds the first set of ornaments she bought Matt at the Christmas market, showing them to him.

“Maybe we can go back next week and see if they have more of these.  They’ll look great on the tree,” she tells him, holding up a wooden snowflake.

He grins at her.  Over the years, Sylvie’s love for Christmas never faded and she had somehow managed to influence Matt.  They took turns planning wonderful Christmas activities for each other - two years ago, on their first anniversary, Matt surprised her with a weekend ski trip to a resort in Wisconsin.  Sylvie got him little presents corresponding to the twelve days of Christmas in return. There were weird presents like a can of pears but Matt loved them all the same. He loved the idea so much that when he proposed last year, he took a page from her book, this time giving her gifts based on the song 'Santa Baby'. He had to admit, he looked forward to Christmas because of her and her unending enthusiasm.

Even as she jams a Santa hat on top of his head to match the pair of reindeer ears she just put on, gazing at him innocently.

“You want some hot chocolate?”  He asks.

She beams at him and his heart just soars.

It’s that God damn smile that gets him every single time.

“Of course I do,” she states, “your hot chocolate is the best in Chicago.”

She says it as if it’s a widely known fact but he’s happy nonetheless at her sweeping statement.  It’s a big compliment coming from Sylvie, who loved anything that had chocolate in it.

When he gets back from the kitchen, Sylvie’s made much work of organizing the bins, arranging them based on the contents - Christmas lights, Christmas balls, other ornaments.  There’s even a bin for Christmas stockings that Sylvie’s family had gotten them last year, one for the each of them.

He hands her a mug, which was also Christmas themed, of course.

“Thanks,” she says before taking a sip and sighing.

He grins, taking a sip from his own mug.

“Anything you need help with?”  Matt inquires, looking around the room.

“Can you hang the Christmas stockings please?”

There’s a twinkle in her eye, like she’s in on some secret he isn’t but he doesn’t question it nor does he question the fact that the stockings were usually hung last - right before they lit the fire and cuddled up on the couch watching one of Sylvie’s many favorite holiday movies.  He grabs the first stocking, hanging it on the hook over the fireplace before grabbing the other one and doing the same.  He’s about to close the bin but something red catches his eye.

He stares at it for what feels like ages because somehow his brain could not comprehend what he was seeing.

It’s a tiny sock, like those for babies.

But they didn’t have a baby yet.  They had been trying for a couple of months.

Did this mean what he thought it did?  He told her when she agreed to marry him that he was making all his dreams come true.  This one was like adding an annex to that dream, to the longstanding one he’s had since he could remember.

“You okay, hon?”  comes Sylvie’s sweet yet tentative voice, her hand on his shoulder.

He turns to face her, opening his mouth, waiting for words to form.

“I, uh, we -”

She patiently waits for him to get there, eyes bright, gnawing on her bottom lip.

“We’re having a baby?”  He finally manages to ask.

She nods slowly before confirming, “we’re having a baby.”

He launches himself at her, pulling her in for a fierce hug, spinning her around.  Her laughter is in his ear, musical almost.

“We’re having a baby,” he repeats in wonder.

“Merry Christmas, Matt.” she whispers, cupping his cheek tenderly.

He smiles back, “Merry Christmas, Sylvie.”

He sets her down, the two of them swaying, slow dancing in their living room while snow fell out side.

Matt holds Sylvie closer, still reeling from the news.

He glances outside, unable to keep himself from reminiscing about this cheerful paramedic who dropped by his firehouse.  He smiles at how far they’ve come.

To think, it all started one random day in December which turned out to be one to remember forever.

[severide-kelly]

Stella was on a cleaning spree.

She had the whole day with no plans and Kelly was due at the academy all day she wanted to do something, but also not go out, because it was cold as hell out there. And so what started as picking up a few bits of clothing in the bedroom had ended with her moving the whole bedroom round, deep cleaning it all and shifting the furniture. She hoped Kelly would like the new layout because she didn't fancy shifting it back again.

She didn't stop after that and moved on to the living area. The place was still very much to Kelly's taste. It wasn't a cosy little space that she might have picked but she loved it still. It was spacious yet still casual. She didn't think she needed to move anything around out here but she wanted to deep clean the whole place still and then meant moving things out of the way so everything would be cleaned. When the pizza guy knocked on the door, she had piles of junk from one of the cupboards stacked on the floor. She took a dinner break and planned her next move.

But once she got back into it and started moving the contents of one of the drawers back, closing the drawer once she finished, something clattered to the floor that caught her attention. Seems like it had fallen from a cluttered drawer some time ago and got wedged in the back of the cupboard. She picked up the clear CD case and saw a disc with 'The Contract' written on it. She knew straight away that it wasn't Kelly's handwriting. He had a very distinctive 'E' for a start. She moved over to the TV and popped the disc in and pressed play. She waited a moment while the disc span before Kelly's face came onto the screen. She heard a woman talking off camera, clearly, the person filming and they bantered together as they readied themselves to record their 'contract'.

Kelly made the first couple of rules. The first was about not getting into one another's business and the second one was not bringing work home. Stella smiled. That sounded exactly like the things Kelly would still say if he had to come up with a roommate's contract now. Kelly told her it was her turn and he took the camera.

Stella had seen photographs of Shay before but seeing her on film she was blown away by her beauty. Shay expanded on Kelly's idea of not bringing personal life into work as what they did was bigger than that. Finally, she says that they promise to be there for each other. They both say always. And then it ends.

Stella takes the disc out and puts it back in the slightly cracked old case and wonders what she should do with it. Assuming that Kelly put it away a while back because it had bad memories for him, she wonders if he watched it now, maybe he'd get some sort of comfort from seeing Shay again, hearing her voice.

But on the other hand, maybe it would just bring up a lot of bad memories. This is a puzzle she couldn't solve alone.

~ "So, what do you think I should do? Shove it away like I never saw it or say something?" Stella asked.

She was at Molly's. It was close to closing time just a few of the regulars and some of the crew from 51 who she was relying on to solve this for her.

"Where's it now? 'Cause if you didn't put it away already- problem solved!" Mouch said.

"It's in my bag because I panicked and thought what if he saw it in my stuff and thought I was being weird about it."

"You are being weird about it," Herrmann corrected. "What if he looked in your bag and saw it instead? That'd look weird too."

"Well, he's not here so it's fine," Stella said. "And you know the help part of this from you guys would really be handy about now."

"My opinion? Put it back where you found it and leave it alone. You don't want to be responsible for rocking the boat." Mouch suggested.

"Nah. Just tell him you found it. No big deal. 'Hey, look what I found when I was clearing up today?' If he doesn't wanna deal with it, he can just put it away himself. If he's been looking for it or wants to see it, then he can. Even if it's not with you."

"That does make sense. Just, don't make a big deal about it, right?"

~

Kelly was still up when Stella got home.

He liked to go to Molly's when she was running a shift but he'd been beat after helping out at OFI until late after a full shift at the academy and had just wanted to unwind with a beer at home.

He was glad to hear the door unlocking as Stella got home.

"Hey," he greeted her. She responded likewise. "How was your shift?"

"Yeah, it was pretty quiet tonight but you know how it is. Mid-week can be like that." She joined him on the sofa and kissed him. "So listen I was having a clean up-"

"Yeah, I noticed. Trying to tell me something?"

Stella smiled. "I just wanted to do a deep clean. Felt like it was a good use of my time. Listen, I found something while I was cleaning up and I didn't know what to do with it."

"Okay."

Reaching into her bag, Stella took out the DVD case and handed it to Kelly. "I thought that it might have been put away for a reason and I didn't want to..." She realised she'd gone off her planned casual discussion about it. "I can put it back away again if it's not something you wanna deal with right now."

"No, it's-" he paused as he took the item from her and looked it over. "It's been a while since I watched it. Did you watch it?"

"Yeah. Is that okay?"

He smiles. "Course. Nothing's off limits to you." He put the disc back down. "I don't think about her so much any more. And then when I do, I feel bad because I wasn't thinking about her as much."

"That's normal. Doesn't change how you felt about her," Stella said. She moved closer to him and put a hand over his. She didn't want to smother him if he wasn't feeling up to it but he moved his hand so he was holding hers. She leaned in closer. "I wish I'd known you then. I wish I could have helped you through it." She knew how Kelly coped when Benny died. She didn't expect that he handled Shay's death a lot better but he wouldn't have had such conflicting feelings with her. Both deaths were tragic in their own way, but Benny held a lot of unforgiven hurt for Kelly something that would never go away. With all the time in the world, Benny could never have made those wrongs right to Kelly.

He kisses her. It's soft and affectionate rather than passionate. He's not instigating things, he's thanking her wordlessly. She pulls him into her, cradles his head to her body and he shifts himself so he's laying on the sofa, head in her lap.