#dawson x casey

[cas-kingdom]

"You are being stupid and reckless"

For your Chicago fire family! ❤️

“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.

Chicago Fire Masterpost

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[lovelymary]

A/N: This is set during episode 7.16. What if Matt actually called Gabby like he wanted to after the chaplain left? This is my first time writing Dawsey so please be kind. Hope you enjoy it!

“If you won’t talk to me, talk to someone. Anyone. I promise you, it will help.” 

The chaplain’s words echoed in his head as he reached for his phone, only to quickly set it back down on the coffee table as he started to pace back and forth across the living room. There was only one person that Matt wanted to talk to right now, only one person who he knew would be able to help him quiet the racing thoughts that had taken over his mind. 

He slowed his steps in front of the coffee table and picked up the phone again, pulling up Gabby’s contact page. His finger hovered over the screen, still unsure about whether or not he should just give in and call her. They hadn’t spoken in months, it wouldn’t be fair to seek her out now just because he needed her. He’d worked so hard to try and move on, he couldn’t just go back now. 

He knew he shouldn’t, he knew he had to learn to live without her, but right now none of that seemed to matter. Right now, all he wanted, all he needed was to hear her voice. He quickly hit the call button before he could talk himself out of it. 

He held his breath as he waited through one ring then another and one more before the line finally clicked open. 

“Hello. Matt? Is everything okay?” her soft slightly groggy voice greeted him and Matt silently cursed himself for not checking the time first. 

“Gabby, hi. I’m sorry, I uh…didn’t mean to call so late.” 

“No, no it’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Are you alright?” Her voice was much clearer now that she was fully alert and the initial shock was starting to wear off.  

The last thing that she had expected was to get a call from Matt. It had been months since they last had any contact. Ever since their divorce had been finalized, it was like they’d just been cut out of each other's lives. She knew that was how divorces usually went, but it still hurt her soul to think that she and Matt would no longer be a part of each other's lives. Even though they had split up before, they had always had work and their friendship to connect them, but now even that seemed to be gone. 

“Yeah I’m fine…um everything is alright. I just uh…I just wanted to…” he stammered nervously. Why was this so damn hard? Talking to Gabby used to be the easiest thing in the world and now he could barely get through a sentence without stumbling all over his words. 

“Did something happen Matt?” she gently prompted him. It wasn’t like Matt to have so much trouble expressing himself, not with her anyway. Or at least he never used to, but maybe this unusual awkwardness was just another sad part of their new reality.

Matt took a deep breath and sat back down on the couch trying to gather his thoughts. 

“We had a tough call last shift,” he started. “It, uh, was a suicide call. We were brought in to assist the police with a forcible entry. The door was barricaded, so they needed us to get them inside. When we were able to get the door open, they went in and the guy was already dead from a gunshot wound.” Matt sighed and took a second to compose himself.

“As we were leaving the house,” he continued. “I heard a noise, so I went back to check and this guy just came out of nowhere. It turns out it was the victim's brother. He had a gun and was just going on about how he made him do it and I was trying to get him to calm down and talk but he wasn’t exactly receptive. We, uh, scuffled a little and he, um, he took a shot at me.”

“What?” Gabby gasped as she immediately switched the call to FaceTime. 

Matt winced a little as he quickly accepted the FaceTime call. He should have known she wouldn’t take that part well. 

“I’m fine, Gabby. Really.” He said as soon as her face came up on the screen. 

“Well, forgive me for needing to see for myself.” Gabby was relieved to see that Matt wasn’t calling her from a hospital bed, so she knew he likely wasn’t hurt. She truly believed in her heart that Matt wouldn’t have kept something like that from her, but she needed to actually see him to reassure herself that he was physically okay. 

“And you might not be injured, but that doesn’t mean you’re fine,” she continued. She could see the pain in his eyes. He was obviously struggling with something.

He sighed and looked down. Even after all this time, after everything that had happened between them, she could still see right through him. He looked back up at her and swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat.

“The shot that missed me,” he started, his voice cracking a little as tears started to prick the corner of his eyes. “That was the second time he pulled the trigger. The first time, I was staring down the barrel and the gun jammed.”

Gabby gasped softly and her hand shot up to cover her mouth as she realized just how close to death Matt had come. But she couldn’t let herself fall apart right now, not when Matt needed her. She had to be strong for him. There would be plenty of time for a breakdown later. So she quickly regained her composure, and held his gaze as she waited for him to continue.

“That’s the only reason I’m alive right now. A one in a thousand chance…” he trailed off, still struggling to comprehend how that could have happened. “Why didn’t it go off the first time? How am I still here?” he sighed and shook his head, letting a few tears escape his eyes before roughly wiping them away.

Her heart broke for him. While this certainly wasn’t his first close call, it was obvious that it had shook him to the core. She hated seeing him in so much pain, hated that she couldn’t hold him, comfort him the way she had done so many times in the past. 

“Matt, baby,” the term of endearment slipped past her lips before she could stop it. “You can’t think of it like that. The gun jammed because it wasn’t your time.”

“It can’t be that simple, Gabby,” he shot back with exasperation. 

“It has to be that simple, Matt,” she replied emphatically. “Otherwise, you’re going to drive yourself crazy trying to find an explanation that just isn’t there. Believe me, I know. I’ve been asking myself the same kind of questions for over four years now.” 

Shay’s death wasn’t something she spoke about often, but the truth was that she had never truly been able to shake the guilt that she felt over it. She’d moved on, accepted the fact that she had survived because it hadn’t been her time yet, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t still plagued by “what ifs”. What if she hadn’t told Shay to switch places with her? What if she’d been able to get to her sooner after the blast? What if she’d never decided to go to the Fire Academy to begin with? It was an albatross she wouldn’t wish on anyone, especially Matt. Matt was kind and caring and devoted to helping others any way he could. He survived because the world needed more people like him.

Matt sighed as he let Gabby’s words sink in. He knew she was right but he couldn’t help the unsettling feelings that had taken hold of him. 

“Matt, look at me,” she continued, waiting until his eyes met hers. She could see him retreating into himself, and she needed to be sure he was really listening to her. They locked eyes through the screen and she continued gently, “I know it feels like there should be more to it, but the truth is, you survived because you weren’t meant to die that day. All you can do now is accept that it was a blessing, be grateful for it, and make the most of it. It’s the only way to keep moving forward.”

“Is that what you did? After Shay?” he asked carefully. He knew Gabby didn’t like talking about Shay’s death and he’d never pushed her before, but right now he felt like he really needed to know.   

Gabby let out a shaky breath and thought about the best way to answer. Opening up about Shay’s death had always been hard for her, even with Matt. She loved Matt more than anything, but being vulnerable like that had always been a struggle for her. Ever since she was little, whether it was holding her own in a fight with Antonio or going toe to toe with the mean girls in school, Gabby always took pride in being able to take care of herself. She’d always felt that her fierce independence was one of her greatest attributes, but she’d come to realize, maybe a little too late, that it was also her achilles heel. She’d never quite figured out how to strike the balance between allowing herself to be vulnerable without feeling like she was losing herself.

“Not at first,” she confessed quietly. “But eventually, I just had to accept that I’d never be able to explain why I was still here and Shay wasn’t.” Her voice faltered a little as tears sprang to her eyes. She cleared her throat and pressed on. “The only thing that I could do, was make damn sure that I made my time here as meaningful as possible. It’s not always easy, you know. Some days are harder than others, but I figure if I can have a positive impact on the world, then that has to be reason enough. Every save I make, every person I manage to help in some way, is a reminder of that.” 

He nodded slowly and gave her a small smile. “Thank you for sharing that. I know how hard it is for you to talk about this stuff.”

“Yeah, well I’m working on it,” she teased with a smirk to try and lighten the mood a bit. “I hope I was able to help a little.”

“You did. More than you know.” He could already feel his anxiety slowly starting to dissipate. There was just something about talking to Gabby that always helped. No matter what was bothering him, no matter what he was going through, she always found a way to make things better.

“Good. I’m glad,” she smiled softly. 

“I mean it Gabby, thank you. Thank you for being here for me. It means a lot,” he said gratefully.  

“I told you a long time ago, that would never change,” she reminded him. “I meant it. I’ll always be there for you, Matt.” 

He gave her a shy smile and looked down a little. He remembered when she made him that promise. They hadn’t even been together yet. He’d thanked her for always being there for him and she just smiled and said “that’ll never change” as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. It wasn’t some big declaration or grand gesture. It was just a fact, plain and simple. But that seemed like a lifetime ago now. Nothing between them was plain or simple anymore. It was messy and complicated, and he still couldn’t wrap his head around how they’d gotten here. How everything had fallen apart so quickly.

He looked up at her, really looked at her for the first time since the call had switched to video. She looked different, but still as breathtaking as ever. She’d cut her hair short, probably in deference to working in the hot Puerto Rican sun all day. It had that tousled freshly washed look and he could almost feel its silky softness under his fingers. He remembered how he used to spend hours running his fingers through her hair, gently lulling her to sleep as she curled up next to him on the couch after a long shift. 

Her eyes glistened in the darkened room, and he let himself get lost in them, lost in the rich brown flecked with gold that always spoke volumes to him. He could see hesitation and a flicker of sadness in them now. But there was something else beyond that, something that was just out of reach. He could have sworn it was wistfulness or maybe longing, but he couldn’t quite tell. Whatever it was, it disappeared before he could fully grasp it. 

He was staring at her, his piercing blue eyes looking straight through to her soul. Her heartbeat quickened under his intense gaze and all the feelings she’d worked so hard to bury came rushing back. She knew in her heart that she’d never love anyone the way she loved Matt, but life had pulled them in different directions and in the end, they’d both just let go. She’d finally convinced herself that it was probably for the best, but deep down she knew it wasn’t true. All it took was looking into Matt’s eyes to remind her of how much she still loved him. She bit her tongue a little to keep her from telling him that she missed him, that she wished things could be different, that they could work things out. But she knew it wouldn’t be fair to him, and she couldn’t bear the thought of hurting him anymore than she already had. So she quickly tucked all those feelings away, hoping her eyes wouldn’t give her away. 

They stayed like that for several more moments, staring into each other's eyes through the screen. Neither knowing what to say next and neither wanting the call to end just yet. 

“What the hell are we doing, Gabby?” Matt finally broke the spell. 

“What? What are you talking about?” she asked slightly bewildered. 

He knew he probably shouldn’t have said anything, should have just let sleeping dogs lie. But he was tired of lying to himself, tired of pretending that he’d moved on , and that’s exactly what he’d been doing: pretending. Because there’s no way that he could ever move on from Gabby, it just wasn’t possible. He knew in his heart that she felt the same way about him. He could see it in her eyes despite her best efforts to hide it. 

“When I was staring down the barrel of that gun yesterday, I truly thought that I was about to die and all I could see was your face, all I could think of was how I would never get to see you again,” he revealed, knowing that was a big part of the reason why he’d been feeling so unsettled. “How did we just let it all fall apart?”

Gabby took a deep breath and fought back the tears that were threatening to fall. “You know it’s not that simple, Matt.” 

She’d pictured this moment thousands of times in her mind. How she and Matt would somehow find their way back into each other’s lives again. How they could try to find a way past everything that had torn them apart. But she never dared to think that it would actually be possible, that they could ever go back to how things were before. 

“Look, I know we have a lot of things to work through. I get that.” He conceded when he saw her hesitation. “But don’t we owe it to ourselves to at least try?” 

“You really mean that? Even after everything that’s happened?” she asked, still not quite believing that this was actually happening, that it wasn’t all just a dream. 

“It’s the only thing that makes sense, Gabby. That hasn’t changed either,” he smiled as he reminded her of what he told her all those years ago, when he vowed that he would never let her walk out of his life again. He’d failed to keep that promise, but he was more determined than ever to make up for that mistake. 

“So what do you have in mind exactly?” she asked, still trying to process what this all meant. How were they even going to do this when they were thousands of miles apart? 

“What if we start slow?” he suggested. “Like, maybe I could call you even when I’m not going through an existential crisis?”

“I’d like that,” she admitted with a smile. “And maybe I could call you, just because…”

“I’d really like that too,” he smiled back and felt a rush of relief wash over him. For the first time in months, he finally felt like everything would be okay. He saw her stifle a yawn and realized just how late it was. “It’s getting pretty late. I guess I should let you go and get some rest.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. I do have a pretty early start tomorrow,” she admitted.

“Well then, that settles it. Time for bed young lady, no arguments,” he playfully scolded her and was rewarded by the sweet sound of her laugh.

“Okay, okay,” she put a hand up in surrender. “I guess we should call it a night. But we’ll talk again soon right?” she asked hopefully.

“Definitely,” he assured her with absolute conviction. They were getting another chance and he wasn’t going to waste it. They would find their way back and come out stronger than ever, he was sure of it.

“Alright then, goodnight Matt.”

“Goodnight Gabby,” he replied softly. “Talk to you later,” he added as he got ready to end the call. It was something he’d taken to saying ever since she’d asked him to never say goodbye to her again.

“Talk to you later.” She returned his promise before reluctantly ending the call with a small wave and a sleepy smile.

Gabby sighed and set her phone back down on the nightstand, still reeling from everything that had just happened. Feelings of relief, gratitude and hope all hit her at once and unleashed the tears she’d been holding back until now. She gently wiped them away as she laid back against the pillows and settled in for what promised to be the most restful night’s sleep she’d had in months. She knew she and Matt had a long road ahead of them, but for the first time in a long time, she truly believed that they would be able to find a way to make it through. 

“If you won’t talk to me, talk to someone. Anyone. I promise you, it will help.” 

The chaplain’s words echoed in his head as he reached for his phone, only to quickly set it back down on the coffee table as he started to pace back and forth across the living room. There was only one person that Matt wanted to talk to right now, only one person who he knew would be able to help him quiet the racing thoughts that had taken over his mind. 

He slowed his steps in front of the coffee table and picked up the phone again, pulling up Gabby’s contact page. His finger hovered over the screen, still unsure about whether or not he should just give in and call her. They hadn’t spoken in months, it wouldn’t be fair to seek her out now just because he needed her. He’d worked so hard to try and move on, he couldn’t just go back now. 

He knew he shouldn’t, he knew he had to learn to live without her, but right now none of that seemed to matter. Right now, all he wanted, all he needed was to hear her voice. He quickly hit the call button before he could talk himself out of it. 

He held his breath as he waited through one ring then another and one more before the line finally clicked open. 

“Hello. Matt? Is everything okay?” her soft slightly groggy voice greeted him and Matt silently cursed himself for not checking the time first. 

“Gabby, hi. I’m sorry, I uh…didn’t mean to call so late.” 

“No, no it’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Are you alright?” Her voice was much clearer now that she was fully alert and the initial shock was starting to wear off.  

The last thing that she had expected was to get a call from Matt. It had been months since they last had any contact. Ever since their divorce had been finalized, it was like they’d just been cut out of each other's lives. She knew that was how divorces usually went, but it still hurt her soul to think that she and Matt would no longer be a part of each other's lives. Even though they had split up before, they had always had work and their friendship to connect them, but now even that seemed to be gone. 

“Yeah I’m fine…um everything is alright. I just uh…I just wanted to…” he stammered nervously. Why was this so damn hard? Talking to Gabby used to be the easiest thing in the world and now he could barely get through a sentence without stumbling all over his words. 

“Did something happen Matt?” she gently prompted him. It wasn’t like Matt to have so much trouble expressing himself, not with her anyway. Or at least he never used to, but maybe this unusual awkwardness was just another sad part of their new reality.

Matt took a deep breath and sat back down on the couch trying to gather his thoughts. 

“We had a tough call last shift,” he started. “It, uh, was a suicide call. We were brought in to assist the police with a forcible entry. The door was barricaded, so they needed us to get them inside. When we were able to get the door open, they went in and the guy was already dead from a gunshot wound.” Matt sighed and took a second to compose himself.

“As we were leaving the house,” he continued. “I heard a noise, so I went back to check and this guy just came out of nowhere. It turns out it was the victim's brother. He had a gun and was just going on about how he made him do it and I was trying to get him to calm down and talk but he wasn’t exactly receptive. We, uh, scuffled a little and he, um, he took a shot at me.”

“What?” Gabby gasped as she immediately switched the call to FaceTime. 

Matt winced a little as he quickly accepted the FaceTime call. He should have known she wouldn’t take that part well. 

“I’m fine, Gabby. Really.” He said as soon as her face came up on the screen. 

“Well, forgive me for needing to see for myself.” Gabby was relieved to see that Matt wasn’t calling her from a hospital bed, so she knew he likely wasn’t hurt. She truly believed in her heart that Matt wouldn’t have kept something like that from her, but she needed to actually see him to reassure herself that he was physically okay. 

“And you might not be injured, but that doesn’t mean you’re fine,” she continued. She could see the pain in his eyes. He was obviously struggling with something.

He sighed and looked down. Even after all this time, after everything that had happened between them, she could still see right through him. He looked back up at her and swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat.

“The shot that missed me,” he started, his voice cracking a little as tears started to prick the corner of his eyes. “That was the second time he pulled the trigger. The first time, I was staring down the barrel and the gun jammed.”

Gabby gasped softly and her hand shot up to cover her mouth as she realized just how close to death Matt had come. But she couldn’t let herself fall apart right now, not when Matt needed her. She had to be strong for him. There would be plenty of time for a breakdown later. So she quickly regained her composure, and held his gaze as she waited for him to continue.

“That’s the only reason I’m alive right now. A one in a thousand chance…” he trailed off, still struggling to comprehend how that could have happened. “Why didn’t it go off the first time? How am I still here?” he sighed and shook his head, letting a few tears escape his eyes before roughly wiping them away.

Her heart broke for him. While this certainly wasn’t his first close call, it was obvious that it had shook him to the core. She hated seeing him in so much pain, hated that she couldn’t hold him, comfort him the way she had done so many times in the past. 

“Matt, baby,” the term of endearment slipped past her lips before she could stop it. “You can’t think of it like that. The gun jammed because it wasn’t your time.”

“It can’t be that simple, Gabby,” he shot back with exasperation. 

“It has to be that simple, Matt,” she replied emphatically. “Otherwise, you’re going to drive yourself crazy trying to find an explanation that just isn’t there. Believe me, I know. I’ve been asking myself the same kind of questions for over four years now.” 

Shay’s death wasn’t something she spoke about often, but the truth was that she had never truly been able to shake the guilt that she felt over it. She’d moved on, accepted the fact that she had survived because it hadn’t been her time yet, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t still plagued by “what ifs”. What if she hadn’t told Shay to switch places with her? What if she’d been able to get to her sooner after the blast? What if she’d never decided to go to the Fire Academy to begin with? It was an albatross she wouldn’t wish on anyone, especially Matt. Matt was kind and caring and devoted to helping others any way he could. He survived because the world needed more people like him.

Matt sighed as he let Gabby’s words sink in. He knew she was right but he couldn’t help the unsettling feelings that had taken hold of him. 

“Matt, look at me,” she continued, waiting until his eyes met hers. She could see him retreating into himself, and she needed to be sure he was really listening to her. They locked eyes through the screen and she continued gently, “I know it feels like there should be more to it, but the truth is, you survived because you weren’t meant to die that day. All you can do now is accept that it was a blessing, be grateful for it, and make the most of it. It’s the only way to keep moving forward.”

“Is that what you did? After Shay?” he asked carefully. He knew Gabby didn’t like talking about Shay’s death and he’d never pushed her before, but right now he felt like he really needed to know.   

Gabby let out a shaky breath and thought about the best way to answer. Opening up about Shay’s death had always been hard for her, even with Matt. She loved Matt more than anything, but being vulnerable like that had always been a struggle for her. Ever since she was little, whether it was holding her own in a fight with Antonio or going toe to toe with the mean girls in school, Gabby always took pride in being able to take care of herself. She’d always felt that her fierce independence was one of her greatest attributes, but she’d come to realize, maybe a little too late, that it was also her achilles heel. She’d never quite figured out how to strike the balance between allowing herself to be vulnerable without feeling like she was losing herself.

“Not at first,” she confessed quietly. “But eventually, I just had to accept that I’d never be able to explain why I was still here and Shay wasn’t.” Her voice faltered a little as tears sprang to her eyes. She cleared her throat and pressed on. “The only thing that I could do, was make damn sure that I made my time here as meaningful as possible. It’s not always easy, you know. Some days are harder than others, but I figure if I can have a positive impact on the world, then that has to be reason enough. Every save I make, every person I manage to help in some way, is a reminder of that.” 

He nodded slowly and gave her a small smile. “Thank you for sharing that. I know how hard it is for you to talk about this stuff.”

“Yeah, well I’m working on it,” she teased with a smirk to try and lighten the mood a bit. “I hope I was able to help a little.”

“You did. More than you know.” He could already feel his anxiety slowly starting to dissipate. There was just something about talking to Gabby that always helped. No matter what was bothering him, no matter what he was going through, she always found a way to make things better.

“Good. I’m glad,” she smiled softly. 

“I mean it Gabby, thank you. Thank you for being here for me. It means a lot,” he said gratefully.  

“I told you a long time ago, that would never change,” she reminded him. “I meant it. I’ll always be there for you, Matt.” 

He gave her a shy smile and looked down a little. He remembered when she made him that promise. They hadn’t even been together yet. He’d thanked her for always being there for him and she just smiled and said “that’ll never change” as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. It wasn’t some big declaration or grand gesture. It was just a fact, plain and simple. But that seemed like a lifetime ago now. Nothing between them was plain or simple anymore. It was messy and complicated, and he still couldn’t wrap his head around how they’d gotten here. How everything had fallen apart so quickly.

He looked up at her, really looked at her for the first time since the call had switched to video. She looked different, but still as breathtaking as ever. She’d cut her hair short, probably in deference to working in the hot Puerto Rican sun all day. It had that tousled freshly washed look and he could almost feel its silky softness under his fingers. He remembered how he used to spend hours running his fingers through her hair, gently lulling her to sleep as she curled up next to him on the couch after a long shift. 

Her eyes glistened in the darkened room, and he let himself get lost in them, lost in the rich brown flecked with gold that always spoke volumes to him. He could see hesitation and a flicker of sadness in them now. But there was something else beyond that, something that was just out of reach. He could have sworn it was wistfulness or maybe longing, but he couldn’t quite tell. Whatever it was, it disappeared before he could fully grasp it. 

He was staring at her, his piercing blue eyes looking straight through to her soul. Her heartbeat quickened under his intense gaze and all the feelings she’d worked so hard to bury came rushing back. She knew in her heart that she’d never love anyone the way she loved Matt, but life had pulled them in different directions and in the end, they’d both just let go. She’d finally convinced herself that it was probably for the best, but deep down she knew it wasn’t true. All it took was looking into Matt’s eyes to remind her of how much she still loved him. She bit her tongue a little to keep her from telling him that she missed him, that she wished things could be different, that they could work things out. But she knew it wouldn’t be fair to him, and she couldn’t bear the thought of hurting him anymore than she already had. So she quickly tucked all those feelings away, hoping her eyes wouldn’t give her away. 

They stayed like that for several more moments, staring into each other's eyes through the screen. Neither knowing what to say next and neither wanting the call to end just yet. 

“What the hell are we doing, Gabby?” Matt finally broke the spell. 

“What? What are you talking about?” she asked slightly bewildered. 

He knew he probably shouldn’t have said anything, should have just let sleeping dogs lie. But he was tired of lying to himself, tired of pretending that he’d moved on , and that’s exactly what he’d been doing: pretending. Because there’s no way that he could ever move on from Gabby, it just wasn’t possible. He knew in his heart that she felt the same way about him. He could see it in her eyes despite her best efforts to hide it. 

“When I was staring down the barrel of that gun yesterday, I truly thought that I was about to die and all I could see was your face, all I could think of was how I would never get to see you again,” he revealed, knowing that was a big part of the reason why he’d been feeling so unsettled. “How did we just let it all fall apart?”

Gabby took a deep breath and fought back the tears that were threatening to fall. “You know it’s not that simple, Matt.” 

She’d pictured this moment thousands of times in her mind. How she and Matt would somehow find their way back into each other’s lives again. How they could try to find a way past everything that had torn them apart. But she never dared to think that it would actually be possible, that they could ever go back to how things were before. 

“Look, I know we have a lot of things to work through. I get that.” He conceded when he saw her hesitation. “But don’t we owe it to ourselves to at least try?” 

“You really mean that? Even after everything that’s happened?” she asked, still not quite believing that this was actually happening, that it wasn’t all just a dream. 

“It’s the only thing that makes sense, Gabby. That hasn’t changed either,” he smiled as he reminded her of what he told her all those years ago, when he vowed that he would never let her walk out of his life again. He’d failed to keep that promise, but he was more determined than ever to make up for that mistake. 

“So what do you have in mind exactly?” she asked, still trying to process what this all meant. How were they even going to do this when they were thousands of miles apart? 

“What if we start slow?” he suggested. “Like, maybe I could call you even when I’m not going through an existential crisis?”

“I’d like that,” she admitted with a smile. “And maybe I could call you, just because…”

“I’d really like that too,” he smiled back and felt a rush of relief wash over him. For the first time in months, he finally felt like everything would be okay. He saw her stifle a yawn and realized just how late it was. “It’s getting pretty late. I guess I should let you go and get some rest.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. I do have a pretty early start tomorrow,” she admitted.

“Well then, that settles it. Time for bed young lady, no arguments,” he playfully scolded her and was rewarded by the sweet sound of her laugh.

“Okay, okay,” she put a hand up in surrender. “I guess we should call it a night. But we’ll talk again soon right?” she asked hopefully.

“Definitely,” he assured her with absolute conviction. They were getting another chance and he wasn’t going to waste it. They would find their way back and come out stronger than ever, he was sure of it.

“Alright then, goodnight Matt.”

“Goodnight Gabby,” he replied softly. “Talk to you later,” he added as he got ready to end the call. It was something he’d taken to saying ever since she’d asked him to never say goodbye to her again.

“Talk to you later.” She returned his promise before reluctantly ending the call with a small wave and a sleepy smile.

Gabby sighed and set her phone back down on the nightstand, still reeling from everything that had just happened. Feelings of relief, gratitude and hope all hit her at once and unleashed the tears she’d been holding back until now. She gently wiped them away as she laid back against the pillows and settled in for what promised to be the most restful night’s sleep she’d had in months. She knew she and Matt had a long road ahead of them, but for the first time in a long time, she truly believed that they would be able to find a way to make it through. 

[toasttt11]

goodbyes

April 6, 2023

The Umich Hockey team was getting up about to head out onto the rink about to play the Frozen Four game against Quinnipiac.

Sebastian stood up and saw Luke across the room still sitting on his stall and fiddling with his gloves. Sebastian walked over letting everyone else walk out and the room was empty besides Luke and him.

He sat down next to Luke and put his arm around Luke bringing him into his side, “I know my love.” Sebastian mumbled comforting Luke kissing the top of his curls. Sebastian knew how nervous Luke was for this game because so was he. If they lose they were leaving tonight to head to New Jersey and signing their entry level contracts.

“I’m gonna be sick.” Luke mumbled resting his head against Sebastian’s chest listening to the even sound of his heartbeat and taking slow deep breaths. Luke has never been this nervous for a game before but this game was a lot in general and adding the pressure of the signing and joining the NHL after put a lot more pressure on it.

“I know.” Sebastian and pressed another soft and long kiss to the top of his head, “Let’s go out and enjoy this.” Sebastian gently stood up and held out a hand for Luke to take.

Luke grabbed his hand and stood up and looked at Sebastian’s soft and comforting eyes and reassuring smile and took a deep breath breath and nodded dropping his boyfriend’s hand.

Sebastian and Luke walked through the halls and jumped onto the ice warming up their team not knowing it would be the last time.

The game started and it was tense from the start, the first period started and Quinnipiac scored first and then Seamus got a goal making the score a tie before Quinnipiac scored once more before the period was over.

Luke knocked his helmet against Sebastian’s as they stepped back onto the ice for the second period.

Luke passed to Sebastian who passed the puck to Adam leading to Adam scoring a goal and making the score tie once more.

Sebastian and Luke shared one more soft look as they stepped back onto the ice for the third period.

Luke passed the puck to Sebastian making him shoot the puck and getting a goal, and making Michigan lead for the first time all night.

“Let’s go baby.” Luke cheered as he knocked his helmet against Sebastian’s smiling widely as they celebrated the goal.

The happiness didn’t last long.

A few minutes later Quinnipiac scored again. And again.

Michigan lost 3-5 to Quinnipiac.

Sebastian watched as Luke tried to hurry off the ice towards the bench and quickly realize what was wrong, he rushed over grabbing the bucket and held it for Luke while blocking him from all of the fans and camera.

“Sssh let it all out.” Sebastian softly cooed and gently rubbed Luke’s back as he puked into the trash can Sebastian was holding. Sebastian was just as upset as Luke but was better at hiding it.

Luke went to try to speak but Sebastian just gently shushed him understanding how upset he is.

Sebastian gently wiped off Luke’s face and grabbed his water leading him down the rest of the tunnel and through the halls catching up with their teammates.

Sebastian sat with Luke in his stall not wanting to leave Luke alone and not wanting to be away from Luke.

Mark pouted and walked over sitting on the floor in front of Sebastian and Luke leaning his head on Sebastian legs, Ethan looked over and quickly walked over sitting down next to Mark on the floor. Mackie was sitting on the other side of Sebastian and Dylan sitting on the other side of Luke.

Sebastian could honestly say he had no idea what their coach said as he was just playing with Luke’s fingers the whole time.

Players started slowly shuffling to the showers and Luke gently stood up and pulled Luke with him. Sebastian wished he could shower with Luke but knew he couldn’t hear so he guided Luke to a shower and took the one next to him.

Sebastian quickly took a shower and threw on a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt, he waited outside the showers for Luke, who did take the longest out of everyone and most of the team was back in the locker room already.

Luke looked sadly towards Sebastian and could tell his boyfriend was struggling too, Luke walked over and pulled him into a gentle but tight hug letting Sebastian burry his head into Luke’s neck. Luke could feel the shaky sigh he let out.

“Me and you?” Sebastian soflty mumbled against Luke’s neck.

“Me and you always.” Luke reassured him and pressed a kiss to the side of his head and reluctantly let Sebastian go and stand back up.

They shared one more look before heading back into the locker room that was just a sad atmosphere, The two saw their suitcases that they brought by their stalls with their hockey bags all packed up completely.

Sebastian let the freshman tackle him into a hug and he fondly rolled his eyes but group hugged all of them back, he wouldn’t admit but they all grew on him.

Luke was saying his goodbyes to the older players before Sebastian came over and Luke went to their freshman group.

Once Luke and Sebastian said their goodbyes to almost the whole team expect their grade, Mackie, Dylan, Ethan and Mark.

Mark lunged forward and tightly hugged one of his best friends, “Don’t be a stranger alright.” Mark mumbled as he tightly hugged Sebastian.

“Never.” Sebastian promised hugging back someone he’s always going to consider a best friend.

Dylan and Luke were hugging each other tightly. Mackie and Ethan watched sadly.

Mark reluctantly let go of Sebastian and let Mackie and Ethan hug him at the same time.

Sebastian let out a fond sound and hugged the two tightly back.

Mark walked over and hugged Luke tightly, “Take care of him?” Mark whispered.

“Always.” Luke promised, once he was jealous of the relationship between Sebastian and Mark but he realized Mark and Sebastian understand each other in a way no one else does and Luke knows now that the two are truly just platonic, platonic soulmates.

Dylan walked over and pulled Sebastian into a tight hug, Dylan took a deep breath trying not to cry as he was saying his goodbyes to his two best friends, not sure when they would see each other again.

“Thank you.” Sebastian mumbled hugging Dylan back, Dylan was surprising but he crept into Sebastian’s heart and became needed Sebastian knew he always needed.

“Always bud.” Dylan sadly mumbled back and reluctantly let go of him.

Dylan and Sebastian looked over seeing Luke just getting out of the hug with Mackie and Ethan.

Sebastian and Luke shared a look and nodded they both turned around and grabbed their bags. The two started walking out of the room and looked back once more at the team before starting to walk away.

Luke and Sebastian both nodded many goodbyes to Michigan staff as they walked through the arena and to the outside where the car was waiting to take them to the airport.

They gave the bags to the driver and Sebastian opened the door letting Luke hop in first, Sebastian got in after him shutting the door.

Luke gently grabbed Sebastian’s hand and fiddled with his fingers the whole drive to the airport, Sebastian leaned against the window looking out the car the whole time and gently rubbing Luke’s hand with his thumb.

They thanked the driver and headed through the airport, through security and headed to their gate, they got there just at the plane was boarding and walked right on.

Sebastian let Luke take the window seat as he put their hockey bags in the overhead before sitting in the middle seat and putting the arm rest up between them. Luke held onto Sebastian’s hand tightly as they sat there waiting for the plane to take off. Lucky for them no one sat next to them and it was just the two of them in the row.

Luke let out breath he was nervous but he had Sebastian and that made all the fears go away because no matter what he had Sebastian with him.

Sebastian scooted and found a comfortable position and rested his head on Luke’s shoulder closing his eyes.

Luke let his head fall onto of his boyfriend’s head and closed his eyes.

Sebastian slowly woke up at the shake and felt the plane landing on the ground, he opened his eyes and looked at the screen seeing they just landed in New Jersey.

“Lu baby.” Sebastian gently cooed running a hand through his curls softly, Luke mumbled shuffling closer to his boyfriend warmth, “Come on we landed.” Luke slowly peaked his eyes opened and nodded lifting his head up and rubbing his face.

Sebastian stood up and grabbed their bags for them and let Luke walk down the row first and off the plane.

They headed down the pick up their checked bags and quickly grabbed them and walked through the airport to the outside where Jack was picking them up.

Jack was waiting in the pick up lot and smiled widely as he saw the two walking to him, he was ecstatic when Luke got drafted to the Devils and it only became better when Sebastian was drafted too. Jack has know Sebastian for so long now he’s become a younger brother to Jack. And Jack has always been glad how good of a best friend Sebastian has always been to Luke.

Jack and Luke quickly hugged other tightly, Jack softly ran his hand through his bag brothers curls before reluctantly letting him go and pulling Sebastian into a hug as well.

Sebastian bent down slightly and hugged Jack back, Sebastian would never admit it to anyone besides Luke but Jack is someone he sees as a brother and so is Quinn.

“Come on let’s get you guys home.” Jack giddy smiled, he helped them put all of their bags into the car and then the two hoped into the backseat while Jack drove them.

Jack had recently moved before the start of the season to a a lot bigger apartment, with alot of extra rooms and space because he knew the two would stay with him at least a year and he wanted to be able to have alot of guests but be able to let any other teammates stay with him.

Sebastian had wanted to get his own apartment with Luke but Jack all but begged that two would stay with him at least for a season as he wanted them to stay with him so badly.

Sebastian knew that Luke missed his brother and he did miss Jack too so it wasn’t hard for Jack to convince them to live with him.

Jack yapped for the whole drive back and pulled into the parking garage, he parked the car and they all got out.

Luke and Sebastian grabbed their bags and followed Jack through the building and elevators up to the floor, Jack led them down the hallway and to the apartment door and opened the door.

They walked in after Jack, Jack lead them down a hallway, “Here this is a Jack and Jill rooms so i thought they would work good for you too? And my rooms across the apartment.” Jack opened the door to one of the rooms and led them in.

“It’s all good Jack thank you.” Luke smiled patting his brother on the shoulder.

“Alright i’ll let you to settle in.” Jack smiled once more and walked out of the room closing the door behind him.

Sebastian walked to the bathroom and opened the second door and it connected to his room, which was convenient for them. As Jack still has not realized that Sebastian and Luke are together.

Luke walked through their bathroom into Sebastian room and grabbed his hand pulling him to the bed, Luke pushed his boyfriend onto the bed and quickly climbed on top of him and laying down on him.

Sebastian just wrapped his arms around Luke and gently played with his curls.

Luke let out a long breath and held onto Sebastian tighter.

[sevcasejay1chicago]

Matt Casey x reader

Casey and his wife are expecting there second child, they have been married for three years. Y/n are working at the same firehouse as Casey but she is the paramedic for Ambo 61 and partner with Brett.

Gabby Dawson is still working at firehouse 51 but as a firefighter for truck 81. Y/n and gabby used to be partners for Ambo 61, they two are best friends.

Casey are really nervous to become a father to two kids, they already has a boy who is a toddler now and they are expecting a baby girl.

When Casey and y/n were expecting there boy they wasn’t together or married, but they got together when he was born. But they used to be a couple before there boy was conceived, but work got in the way.

Casey is really nervous, and the only one that he have told is Severide and Dawson. But Y/n finds out about how Casey feel about having a second child. Y/n gets mad at Casey for not telling her and they starts to fight. Even if they both know that they want to have another baby and to give there boy a sibling.

Scared- Matt Casey

Other Characters: Kelly Severide, Gabby Dawson, Sylvie Brett

Summary: Loosely based off of the prompt above, once the fight between you and Matt break out, you almost faint, causing everyone to rush to your aid.

Warnings: Mentions vomiting/morning sickness, dehydration, loose and possible wrong medical terminology.

Y/s/n = your son’s name.

Authors note: sorry I haven’t posted in a while! It’s been crazy and I’m not doing great in any capacity, but I’ve been trying to get something out and also trying to do your requests. I hope you guys enjoy it and thank you for your patience and support! Love y’all!

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You and Matt have been married for three years. Despite once being in a relationship with Matt, you quickly befriended Gabby when you were her partner on 61. Now, Gabby is a firefighter under Matt and you are partnered up with Brett. Through all of the awkward moments between you and Gabby when it comes to Matt, you are still best friends. Gabby was one of your biggest supporters when you were pregnant with y/s/n. You and Matt had recently broken it off because of his alderman duties when you started getting violently sick. As your roommate and fellow paramedic, Gabby was obviously very concerned until she connected the dots.

Now, a little over three years later, you and Matt are married with a baby girl on the way. The morning sickness has definitely been the worst during this pregnancy, but Matt, Gabby, Kelly, Brett, and Stella have been nothing but supportive. As of right now, you are laying in Matt’s office with a trash can by his cot while Brett and Gabby are trying to calm you down as Matt rushes around to grab a few things. Kelly finds Matt pacing in the locker room, running his hands through his hair.

“Woah man. What’s wrong?” Kelly asks, coming to stop Matt and try to calm his best friend.

“God Sev.” Matt mutters, tears threatening to spill. “She is just so sick and I hate seeing her like this. I mean, I was talking to Gabby the other day and I don’t know.” Matt said, shaking his head and lowering himself to a seat on one of the benches.

Kelly sighed as he lowered himself to the bench beside his best friend. “You don’t have to be afraid Matt. You are already such a good husband and father. Adding one more will be a piece of cake.” Kelly soothed, patting Matt on the back.

Matt shook his head. “I never really had a father figure growing up. I’m scared I’m going to mess up and they are going to leave. Gabby tried to talk me down too and nothing…”

“Excuse me?” You croaked, leaning heavily on Brett as she helped steady you on the way to the bathroom while Gabby stayed behind to change Matt’s sheets.

“Y/n.” Matt sighed, standing slowly and coming over to you.

“No. You talked to Gabby and Kelly, but not your own wife? The mother of your TWO children!” You exclaimed, starting to shake as you began to yell.

“Baby. It’s not like that at all.” Matt plead, hands out to steady you, but you tumbled back, only being caught by Brett.

“You don’t get to be scared Matt Casey.” You whispered. “You and I are suppose to be in this together. I’m terrified every single moment since I’ve been pregnant. You know I have a fear of vomiting, yet I go through this because I love you and I love y/s/n and I want him to have a sibling.” You wept, closing your eyes as the world stared to tilt.

“Y/n!” Matt, Kelly, and Brett yelled.

You pushed back at Matt when he tried to touch you, letting Brett and Kelly lower you to the floor.

“Go get a sick bag, a water, and Gabby. Have her bring the go bag.” Brett said, feeling for your pulse.

“Shhhh. Breathe.” Kelly instructed, taking your face in his hands. “Everything will be just fine.”

“What if he leaves?” You sobbed, grabbing onto Kelly for dear life. “I need him. I’m just really hurt that he won’t talk to me but I need him.” You sobbed, not realizing that Matt was standing behind the three of you as he waited for Gabby clutching a sick bag and a bottle of water.

“Baby, no.” Matt whispered, coming to crouch in front of you, handing what he had off to Kelly. “Yeah, I’m scared and yes, I should have talked to you. But understand this: I. Am. Not. Going. Anywhere.” Matt emphasized, looking you dead in the eyes. “Both Gabby and Kelly found me in a panic and that’s why I told them. You are dealing with so much right now and I don’t want you to worry about me too.” Matt explained, wiping the tears from your face as Gabby came in with the go bag, slipping the pulse ox on your finger and the BP cuff on.

“How we doin?” Gabby asked, seeing your heart rate elevated and your oxygen levels at 95.

“Nauseous and dizzy.” You explained, leaning into Matt’s hands as he held your face.

“BP’s low.” Brett announced, grabbing the Iv kit from the bag. “I think you’ve got yourself dehydrated. I’m going to place a line.” Brett said, already prepping your arm.

Your eyes widened as you looked between all of your friends and your husband. “No way. Nope.” You said, trying to stand, but quickly falling back down into Kelly with Matt guiding your decent.

“You aren’t going anywhere. Relax.” Kelly said, squeezing your upper arms.

“Matt, please.” You begged, tears streaming down your face. You were starting to turn grey as the nausea built along with your anxiety.

“Shhh. It’s gonna be alright.” Matt soothed, kissing your forehead before turning to Kelly. “Switch with me. Let me hold her, it normally calms her down. Get the sick bag ready.” Matt instructed, quickly switching with Kelly as the man did what he was instructed to do. Matt sat with you in between his legs so that your back was pushed to his chest. He rested his chin lightly on your shoulder as he whispered in your ear. “Shhhh. It’s for the best. I’m sorry baby. I’m so sorry. I love you. I’ve got you.” Matt whispered as you began hyperventilating from the panic of the rising nausea and the impending IV.

“Look at me. Just look at me.” Kelly said, kneeling in your line of sight. He waited until you opened your eyes to meet his own. Kelly smiled at you as he started breathing in time with Matt. “Just relax. We gotcha. We gotta do what’s best for you and the little princess, right?” Kelly said, smiling wider when you nodded. “That’s right. Just breathe. Follow us and focus on us.” Kelly instructed.

Matt noticed you starting to follow, but saw Brett going in with the needle. Matt and Kelly made eye contact as the needle pinched your skin. Kelly saw your change in color as Matt felt your gasp and then gag harshly.

“Shit. Okay, here sweetheart. Hang in there.” Kelly said, placing the bag under your chin as Matt pulled your hair back once more and held you steady around the torso.

“I’m gonna flush this, then give her some Zofran. We gotta get this under control. You cool with that and then some fluids for her Matt?” Brett asked, flushing the IV as she spoke.

“God yes. Whatever you have to do.” Matt instructed, hating how you were squirming and panting in his lap. You shook like a leaf as Matt held you on the cold tile floor.

“Gabby. Can you run and grab a blanket and a wash rag? She’s shaking like a leaf.” Kelly asked, not daring to move the sick bag too far. You were only panting right now, but you had no color to your face.

“On it!” Gabby replied, hurrying off.

“Alright. You know this might sting just a little. Then I’m gonna flush it and then run the fluids, okay?” Brett warned, speaking directly to you now. Once you nodded, Brett administered the medication and did everything else she said she would do before standing up with the bag of saline.

Gabby came running back in as Brett stood up. You were still shaking, but you felt comfortable enough to push the sick bag away. Once Gabby helped you clean your face and wiped the sweat off of your face, she wrapped the blanket around you. A silent decision was made to move you, so Kelly pulled you up and steadied you until Matt stood back up and picked you up, carrying you back into his office.

You groaned, throwing your head back. “Can someone PLEASE get me some mouth wash or my tooth brush. I can’t take this taste anymore.” You whined, shoving your face into Matt’s neck as he sat with you in his lap on his cot.

You didn’t notice Kelly depart from you guys as the lot of you left for Matt’s office. He came back in seconds later with mouth wash, your tooth brush and tooth paste, another bottle of water and another sick bag. “I figured you would want to get the taste out.” Kelly said, confused at the laughter coming from everyone else.

“Thank God. Someone with some sense.” You muttered sarcastically, making grabby hands for the items.

Matt and Gabby muttered “I beg to differ” at the same time, causing everyone to laugh. God, you couldn’t do this without them.

[sjhhemmings]

Evermore pt.3

OC!CassidyVoight x Mouse!Endgame, OC!CassidyVoight x Jay Halstead, OC!CassidyVoight x Connor Rhodes

a/n: sorry this was kind of a filler chapter until the good stuff starts in the next part ;) hope you guys are enjoying this so far, let me know what you think by commenting, and reblogging ❤️

warning: description/ mentions of su!c!de, swearing, alcohol, (it’s not as bad as last chapter but still if anyone needs help feel free to reach out! ❤️

word count: 2.4 k

wattpad: sjhhoran

The sound of the diner door rang through Cassie's ears snapping her out of her trance.

Looking down at the warm coffee she's had her hands cupped around for the last twenty minutes she frowns as she realizes it's grown cold.

"Hey, sorry I'm late." Jay says sliding into the booth across from Cassie.

"Hi, no you're good. No worries," She says with a small smile looking at the man.

For the last five months Jay and Cassie have spent every morning in this diner. Talking, sitting, bonding. Ever since the night Jay found Cassie, he's refused to leave her alone. He's vowed to never let Cassie get to the point again, and if she does it would have to be over his dead body.

It took awhile for Cassie to understand why he would care about her so much. Why he put so much effort into making sure she was okay, but eventually she quit asking questions and let him in.

*5 months ago*

"Do you want to grab a coffee?" Jay asks as he clicked Cassie's floor in the elevator.

"Uh, yeah, I'd like that. But um, how did you know what floor my apartments on?" Cassie asked skeptically looking at Jay.

"Oh, I didn't. I guess we live on the same floor." Jay says with a shy smile.

Cassie followed Jay out of the elevator confused again when he stops outside her apartment.

"Okay, this is getting weird Jay." She says chuckling and nervously rubbing the back of her neck.

"What? Why? This is me," He said unlocking the door to the apartment across from hers.

Rolling her lips into a line out of embarrassment, she pointed at her apartment door and muttered, "This is me..." Earning a snicker from Jay.

Eventually ending up in a small diner down the street from their building, they were both relieved when they saw the 'Open 24 hours' sign in the window.

"So, what were you doing up there?" Jay finally asked taking a sip of his coffee.

Met with silence he took a breath before continuing, "Look, I told you why I went up there. But you never told me why you were there." He said looking at Cassie.

Biting her lip, she didn't even know where to begin.

"Can we start with something else?" She asks looking back at him.

"Of course."

"I'm a paramedic at firehouse 51,"

"I thought you were a cop?"

"Used to be," Cassie said with a smile repeating what she said before. "How'd you figure that out anyway?"

"Glock 19. Most cops use that as their sidearm. Lucky guess." Jay said smiling back at her.

"Are you a cop?" Cassie asked curiously

"Detective. I work in organized crime over at the 21st."

"Ah. I didn't really make it past the patrolman stage over at the 31st." Cassie said with a sigh.

"But you're a paramedic now?"

"Yes, figured the education could be useful and then I fell in love with the rush. I just don't think I'm made for the streets." Cassie admitted finishing her coffee.

"I bet you'd thrive as a detective in a special unit. Not very many cops enjoy uniform."

After deciding that ordering food would be a good choice, Cassie and Jay continued talking and getting to know each other. But Cassie knew what she needed to tell him.

"I was up there because I ruined everything." Cassie started immediately hooking Jay's attention.

"I just fuck everything up, and I guess I couldn't handle it anymore. I convinced myself that the world would be better off without me..." Cassie said tearing up again, flinching a little when Jay placed his hand over her's.

Once Cassie explained everything that's happened, she felt relieved that she was able to open up to someone. That she didn't have to bottle it up and keep to herself. But when she looked up and saw the very prominent look of pity plaguing Jay's face all of the horrible feelings rushed back.

"This was a mistake." Cassie admitted quickly getting up.

Following her, Jay threw some money down on the table and basically chased her out of the diner.

"Cassie! Wait!" He said getting a little dejavu from just a few hours before.

"Jay, I'm broken. I've ruined everything, and there's nothing anyone can do to fix it. I'm lost cause just let me go." Cassie said stopping on the sidewalk turning around to face him.

"If you want me to let you go, why did you turn around to spare my feelings?" He asked confusing her.

"What?"

"If you truly felt like you were a lost cause, you would've kept walking. You wouldn't have stopped and turned around to tell me to let you go. You would've ran." He says stepping closer to her frozen figure.

"Let me help you. We're friends now, whether you like it or not. Im not leaving you in the dust... Let me help you." He says again now reaching for her hand.

Taking a shaky breath, Cassie had no more fight in her. It was either this, or death. And she knew she couldn't choose the latter.

Muttering a quiet, 'okay', Cassie took Jay's hand and sobbed into his shoulder once he pulled her in.

*Present Day*

"How've you been?" Jay asked thanking their waitress as she set down his usual.

"I've been okay. I guess my dad is getting out of prison soon. Everyone at the firehouse is mad at me." Cassie said sighing and stirring some sugar into her cold coffee.

"That's not your fault though? Why are they blaming you?" Jay asked making her smile.

"Exactly my thoughts." She admitted.

"How are things going with your undercover thing at Molly's?" Cassie asks earning a knowing look from Jay.

"You know I can't tell you, but I feel bad for Gabby. I hate going behind her back like this." Jay says getting an eye roll from Cassie.

"But in the end you're helping her. Everything with this Arthur guy will be over and she'll have her bar back. I think she'll get over it." Cassie says diverting her attention to her phone which pinged with a text. A text from Erin.

Frowning and picking up her phone, she looked back at Jay who waved her off.

"Go. If you need anything, reach out. Love you Cas." Jay says standing with her and giving her a brief hug.

"Will do, love you too." Cassie said with an eye roll and exiting the diner.

To say Cassie had anxiety would be an understatement. She hasn't talked to Erin in over 6 months, and now she's reaching out. Cassie replied to her first message as she left the diner, but nothing prepared her for Erin's response.

Erin: "I'm at your apartment. Where are you?"

Cassie: "On my way. Had a breakfast with a friend. 3 minutes out, sit tight?

Erin: "I let myself in."

Cassie never bothered to take the notes off her kitchen island. They were reminders as to why she stayed. If Erin found those...God, Cassie really hoped she hadn't.

"Hey," Cassie announced as she walked into her apartment with her voice immediately trailing off at the sight.

Freezing in her doorway, she was starting to feel the same exact way she did when she last saw him. Trembling and on the verge of collapsing.

"Cassidy." She heard as she watched the man she once considered her father turn around, with a paper in hand. Jeez where was Jay when she needed him.

"I uh, I thought you weren't getting out for another few days..." Cassie managed to say as she got herself to move. Slowly walking over to her kitchen island, where two of the five notes were opened. Shakily setting her keys down on the countertop, she looked up finally seeing Erin.

"Got out on good behavior. I guess it could be considered the easy way out. You know how that works, don't you?" Her father asked raising the note in his hand slightly to show he was using it as an example. He was using her weakness against her.

Cassie, visibly shaking now, turned her attention back to Erin who was wiping tears from her eyes. Yeah Cassie wasn't going to be able to get through this sober. Turning around quickly and grabbing the bottle of liquor she hasn't touched since the night she wrote those notes, she quickly got the cap off and drank straight from the bottle.

"Cassie, it's 11 a.m," Erin said finally speaking up.

"Well. It's 5 o'clock somewhere." Cassie said chuckling and taking another drink. Finally setting the cap-less bottle on the counter, Cassie made her way out of the kitchen and into her living room.

"If either of you would like a drink, help yourselves. You're pretty good at that right? Helping yourselves?" Cassie asked almost furiously and sitting on her couch. She did not do all this work for the last 5 months for it all to go down the drain the second they come back. Jay would be proud right?

"What are you doing?" Hank finally asked as he watched his daughter.

"Waiting for the lecture." She said sighing and earning a scoff from both of them.

"Cassidy, what the hell is this?" He finally asked grabbing one of the chairs and sitting it across from Cassie who's on the couch.

"A letter." She said belching and looking over to Erin who hasn't moved.

"Come sit. We're having a family reunion, or just reunion since I'm not considered family."

"Cassie, if you need help why didn't you reach out." Erin said finally walking over to them.

"I was told that I actually wasn’t allowed to do that.” Cassie said pressing her lips into a line.

“Do not play that card. You know if you ever needed help, we would’ve been there in a heartbeat.” Her father said sternly.

“Yeah. Right. Also those are from a few months ago, so if you guys had a plan to try and talk me off the brink of suicide, you're a little too late." Cassie said a matter of factly with a shrug.

“Cassie this isn’t some joke, you need help.” Erin said earning a scoff from Cassie.

“You know what? Screw you guys. You do not just get to break into my apartment, dig into my personal belongings, and then lecture me about how i’ve lived my life since you’ve been out of it.” Cassie now said with tears running down her face.

“You’re right. We’re sorry.” Is all her father said on the matter leaving an uncomfortable silence between the three of them.

Rolling her eyes at his apology Erin moves to sit next to Cassie. Taking a breath, Erin touches the side of Cassie’s face, wiping a tear out from under her eye.

“We shouldn’t have opened the letters. It was an invasion of privacy and we had no right. But Cassie, the world would not be a better place without you.” Erin says crying completely now.

“Cassidy. I love you more than words would ever be able to describe. You’re a spitting image of your mother and that scares me. Especially after she passed, the way you talk, the way you dress, even the way you style your hair is just like Camille. I was a coward, and I shut you out. I dove head first into work. I expected too much from you, and I’m sorry. You were right about Justin, he did need help, and you opened my eyes. We came here to apologize, Cas. I would’ve came sooner but I figured with me in prison and you needing time…I thought it would be better this way. You will always be apart of this family if you like it or not. Family does not turn their backs on each other, and I did just that. It was wrong.” Trailing off with his words Cassie’s father hangs his head in shame. Cassie has never seen her father cry, and probably never will. But this is pretty close to it.

“I can’t just forgive you guys like that.” Cassie admits stubbornly. “But I appreciate the apologies.” She adds again looking at the ceiling.

“That’s fine. It’s a start. How about you come over for Sunday dinner?” Erin asks combing Cassie’s hair with her fingers again.

“So you don’t feel left out, we haven’t had it in a few months. With Justin and I locked up…” Hank trails off looking at his daughters.

“I’d like that.” Cassie says taking a breath. She never thought she’d see the day they made up. Hell, the Cassie 5 months ago never thought she’d see any day again. But thanks to Jay, she’s still here. Alive and well. Shit, Jay. She’s really going to have to fill him in tomorrow.

The next few shifts at the firehouse were bearable. Yeah the silent treatments and the whispers were a little annoying, but what was she going to do? Her father is her father, she can’t hate him forever. Sorry Casey.

“How are they allowing him back out on the streets, let alone allowing him to run a special unit for the CPD? He’s a dirty cop, and he’s dangerous. He hates Antonio yet tried to recruit him for this and-”

“Gabby, there’s nothing I can do. If anyone hates him it’s me, trust me. But there’s nothing we can do.” Is all Matt says in response.

“I don’t know how Cassie can just let him back in her life like that though. He put you through hell-”

“Sorry Gabby, but i’m not going to never talk to my father again just because he had a fight with Matt Casey.” Cassie interrupts walking into the locker room.

“Well it was more than a fight, he harassed Matt for weeks,”

“And how do you think he treated my ex boyfriends? The man will do anything for his kids, even if it isn’t the right thing. I get that he put you through hell Matt, I really do and I’m sorry. But I did my time. I didn’t have any contact with my family for 6 months while I stood by you with that report, so sue me for eventually making up with my father. Now I would appreciate it if the whispers, and looks of resentment or pity would end, and you guys would stop having my families name in your mouth.” Cassie says leaving the other two in the locker room flabbergasted as she walked out.

The next day when Cassie was off shift and meeting Jay for their daily coffees, to her surprise Jay was there before her.

“Good-morning sunshine, you’re not late today!” Cassie congratulated as she slid into the booth across from Jay.

“Gabby’s not happy with you.” Is all he says with a sly smirk making Cassie roll her eyes.

“Oh boy!” She says with fake enthusiasm as she thanks the waitress for her coffee.

“Yep. Gabby also found out i’ve been undercover this whole time.” He admits anxiously looking at Cassie.

“Oh. You really like her, huh?”

“You jealous?”

“Absolutely not.” Cassie says unconvincingly as she sips her coffee.

“I have to meet Arthur in an hour, I’m hoping this will be the last time and I’ll be able to get a confession for the Game Day fire.” Jay says like he’s stalling.

“That’s good.” Cassie hums skeptically, not really caring about this whole undercover operation anymore.

“But Cas, um, your father reached out to me.” Jay finally admits catching Cassie’s attention for real now.

“Oh? What did he want?” Cassie asked suspiciously.

“He said you mentioned me. Said that made him look into my background and he wants to recruit me for this Intelligence Unit he’s starting at my district.” Jay says with his eyes not leaving Cassie’s.

“Wow, that’s, good? That’s an upgrade from organized crime right?” Cassie asks not sure if Jay is happy or not.

“Yeah, yes. It is.”

“Are you going to do it?”

“I don’t know. Should I? I mean, I don’t know much about him as a cop besides rumors and what you’ve said.” Jay admits mindlessly stirring his coffee.

“He’s a good cop, he’s cleaned his act up since he went away from what I know. I know that he closes cases and puts the bad guys away. I don’t know much about his strategy, but I think it would be a good opportunity.” Cassie says honestly wanting the best for Jay.

“Okay. I’ll think about it some more. I have another question though,”

“Shoot.”

“What did you say about me?”

“Well, this last Sunday we had our first family dinner in God knows how long. I told him how you helped me get better. That you’re the only reason I’m still here today and that I value our friendship a lot.” Cassie said placing her hand on Jay’s on their table.

“You’re my best friend, Cas. You know that right?” Jay says with a smile.

“Oh don’t get all gushy on me, Halstead. But you’re my best friend too.” Cassie says with a reassuring nod at the man in front of her.

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[persage]

TRUE COLORS - BRIAN "OTIS" ZVONECEK

'Cause my boy Otis deserves better

Summary:When you spend your time at 51, you draw Otis on the sly. Everyone notices it, except him. Until fate gets in the way

Word Count: 2.5 k

Maybe it's the way he moves his hands. Maybe it's how he moves the dark curls from his face. Maybe it's the way he wrinkles his nose when he's tired after the shift and starts working at Molly's, tirelessly.

Or it's the way he writes, with his head slightly tilted to the left.

It could be just the way the light fits between his features and makes him pure, bringing out his light skin stained by many small moles. Perhaps it's his dark eyes.

You really don't know. You just can't help but drawing him.

You'd like to draw his eyes after you've seen them even closer and realized how deep they really are, because you're sure they are, more than anything else in the world. Or, again, maybe it's the way he curls his lips as he smiles.

It's probably all together and he doesn't even realize it while a few meters away you're crouched on a chair, in a corner of the 51, almost invisible and your hand moves over a sheet and captures his image, without mistakes or smudges. You could be drawing Brian with your eyes closed by now.

"Are you still here?" Your half-sister, Leslie, asks, noticing you. You've been spending a lot of time at the 51 lately (and equally at the Molly's) officially because you're soon to be Boden's new secretary, secondly to spend time with Lesley. What you didn't expect was to find yourself spending most of your free time observing Brian, scribbling his face here and there, forcing yourself from time to time to portray other colleagues as well so as not to arouse suspicion. "Let me work Lesl" You reply, letting the pen run across the paper noisily. "Our Little Artist" Kelly teases you, ruffling your hair.

"When will you set up an exhibition with our portraits?" Herman asks, chuckling. "That wouldn't be a bad idea you know" Mills replies, winking. "Think about it y/n" You smile uneasily.

"I should find better models" You reply as Cruz and Otis - Brian - shake their heads. "Listen to the nonsense" Your eyes meet and you smile at him and he reciprocates before the siren of the imminent call forces him to leave. You sigh.

He fascinates you just like he torments you, you long for him and at the same time you are afraid to get to know him better. There's something sweet, genuine about him and you admire his courage and his work, but at the same time you're terrified because deep down what do you have to offer? What can make you interesting to him? You're just a failed student who needs to work here to make some money, a failed artist who has lost her inspiration, who can't help her sister in a difficult moment, who didn't get a degree, who can't control the emotions.

"You never color it" Boden has noticed one day, admiring your drawings. "I think it would ruin it" You have replied. The truth is that you are convinced that to do this, especially when it comes to Brian, you should need to see the color gradations of his skin, his face, his freckles or his eyes. It is incorrect to portray a subject and complete it inaccurately. You will use color on his drawings when and if you can see him at very close range. Closer than the Molly's counter or the 51. For now you settle for pencil or pen.

Sometimes you dwell too much on his well-defined lips. It's one of the parts you like to draw the most, after the eyes. Then you look at the finished drawing and wonder if you are experiencing something that will never happen, or not experiencing it at all. And with every call they come back with wounded expressions from a difficult intervention and some new scar on the body or the soul ans you wonder if it really makes sense to waste all this time.

It must be said : fate works in a curious way at times.

You're -again- drawing Brian, he's wearing his uniform and he's approaching the truck laughing with Mouch. The 51 is quieter than usual today and there are few calls, an unusual thing but you don't mind. You smile when Brian turns to face you and pretend to be focusing on someone else, momentarily terrified that he will think you're crazy. You place your pen on the table in front of you, tie your hair into a spooky ponytail, then start over with the care you reserve for important things. Brian  sighs, turning back in your direction, Mouch's hand on his shoulder as he shakes his head repeatedly. You wonder what they're talking about, you get the distinct feeling that it's you, and you feel your heart pounding in your chest.

Stupid little girl.

" Someone has a crush" it's a voice behind you. The worst voice you could hear in this situation: Joe Cruz. Brian's best friend, roommate, his other half.

"Of all of us Otis? Why?" Cruz sits across from you, a hand under his chin and an inquisitive expression on his face that does not hide his happy grin. And you're terrified, now there's no way Brian won't know about it now. "I don't have a crush. I draw all of you Cruz" you reply, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks.

"Yeah sure. You draw me once in a while, once of Herman, maybe three times of Kelly because it's particularly handsome, but I'm sure most of them are about Otis." You shake your head.

"What makes you think that?"

"I've been watching you Little Shay. You know, it's pretty obvious. You're not as good as you think at hiding." You open your eyes suddenly and feel your face get hot with embarrassment. Brian's eyes are still fixed on you and this with Cruz's words short-circuit you.

"If I were you I'd make a move" You need some fresh air. You get up and head for the exit, forgetting the notebook with your drawings on the table in a hurry.

When you come back for it, an hour and two cigarettes later, it's gone.

Two days, seven hours and a new notebook later, your half-sister has abandoned you at Molly's, a beer in front of you to finish and the light chatter of the last remaining customers. Someone sits next to you and lets their chair clatter to the floor. You don't turn around and stay focused on the beer because you know all too well who's next to you. Your senses alert, your heart furious. Brian.

"It's amazing" the voice is warm, but slightly high in pitch and secretly insecure. You shrug. "Thank you" you reply. Your brain is so muddy that you don't even wonder what it's referring to

"This is yours" now you look up and you see it. Brian's hand just reaching out to give you back the notebook. You stare at him dumbfounded. You admire the way the light falls on his face, how he smiled lightly and the lips you've always drawn so carefully, even more beautiful at that non-distance. For several seconds you don't say anything, but you stay still to study him, to study his colors, his embarrassed, sweet expression. Everything seems to stop to you.

"Otis, can you close?" Question Herman before leaving the pub, making you awaken and ashamed at the same time, realizing what you're getting into. You take the notebook without saying a word and start to get up and leave, but the boy's hand stops you, gently grabbing you by the wrist. It is soft, despite the hard work his skin is not rough. His warm skin seems to burn yours, leaving invisible marks.

You look at his fingers wrapped around your wrist, then at him, his dark eyes still fixed on you. He lets you go slowly, almost reluctant to break the contactn and you realize that he has the power to make you sit back, without saying a word.

"Sorry," you say sheepishly, looking away and letting your hair fall in front of your face to cover the blush on your cheeks.

"You shouldn't apologize" He replies, continuing to observe you. You feel his hand approaching your face, his fingers lingering near your hair, and you know what he's about to do, and you wish he would. You would like to him slowly pull your hair back, put it behind your ear, to let his big fingers slide against your skin and you would like to tilt your head to one side, to let yourself go to that contact. But he doesn't.

After a few moments he pulls his hand away, thinking maybe he's going too far.

Sure, your notebook is filled with portraits of him, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything.

"You're good" He whispers. "You're really good little Shay, you shouldn't waste such a talent." You just smile, let a sheepish chuckle leave your lips. Brian doesn't say it, but he feels like he's never heard a better sound in his life. He wonders how he didn't notice it before. Of course, as soon as you arrived at 51 he immediately set his sights on you, but he never really did it with an intention: partly because you are Shay's little sister, partly because he never thought he had any chance despite what Cruz said.

In short, Cruz doesn't always have brilliant intuitions when it comes to women.

Maybe Dawson's jokes could have enlightened him, sure, but anyway...Brian has never been a phenomenon with girls, in a barracks full of men like Kelly Severide why would you have to look at him? And instead you looked at him all the time, drew him so much that it filled entire pages, tracing his features with a pen and making him look much more handsome, bold, courageous, appreciable than he probably was. Because you see him this way.

"At first I didn't know whether to come to you or keep the notebook," he admits. "Then I thought it was a good excuse to talk to you."

"You don't need an excuse to talk to me Brian" you answers automatically, without thinking. He smiles, feels his heart melt in his chest. Hardly anyone calls him Brian, especially at the station.

"I needed to find the courage" he murmurs, clearing his throat. "It's easy in the barracks, between one joke and another but talking... I mean for real... It is different. Especially with someone like you"

"Someone like me?" you raise an eyebrow as he smiles. He is impossibly beautiful as his cheeks turn pink.

"An interesting girl, a curious one. An artist y/n"

"You're the only one who thinks of me like that. Artist."

He shakes his head. "That's not true, we all think so and if you start showing your drawings the whole world would do it" You shyly grab his hand which is still on the table.

"Thank you, you don't know how much this means to me." He hold yours back and intertwines his fingers with yours. He seems made to hold your hand, he seems born to grab you, to keep you close. And you wonder if hugging him gives the same effect, if even his lips are made to kiss yours.

"Listen, y / n ...." he takes on a serious tone of voice and you almost worry.

"Why have you never colored me? I mean, do you see me in black and white somehow? Does my aura tell you something? I'm not an artist, so I don't really know how these things work, but it scared me to death. Do you see me in any strange way?" he looks nervous

"Is that what worries you?"

"What else should?"

"I mean you find the notebook of someone who drew you too many times to count and you're worried about the fact that I don't color you?" you use a hint of sarcasm, realizing this confuses you.

Part of you feared there would be a different reaction, not anger knowing Otis, but at least a detachment, a rebuke. Anyone else would have been upset, but not him, he seems happy. He studies you carefully.

"You think I haven't seen you?" Your eyes widen and total silence envelops you. "What?" You're the one who doesn't understand now.

"Do you really think I haven't noticed that you spent your time looking at me and drawing me?" he shakes his head, amused by your shocked expression  "You've been going on like this for months, aren't you going to pretend that you don't believe me?"

"I..." You can't say more. He laughs and you look at him, and then start laughing , because Brian has written "liar" on his forehead. "No, you didn't understand a damn thing my dear Brian" You retort.

"Oh I don't, but Cruz does. It was just hard to believe"

"And why?"

Brian doesn't answer, he caresses his goatee thoughtfully and you understand that you won't get the truth. Not yet. "Because you're beautiful y/n, people like you fly too many meters higher then me. In short..."

"I've looked at you from the start, Brian." You confess, this time without shame, your will to make him happy is stronger than any embarrassment. You know he needs to know it, to realize his value, for once to be the protagonist, the hero of your story, of your drawings, of your life. Him and no one else.

When silence returns, he turns to you again.

"So? Why didn't you color me?"

"I've never colored you because... I had to see you up close, really close, to be able to color you the way I want" you simply reply and he opens his mouth to say something, but he can't formulate anything, not when you continue. "Modigliani painted empty eyes, without pupils, because he couldn't paint what he didn't know: the souls of the people he was portraying. He only painted those of his partner Jeanne. I suppose it's the same for me. I can't color you without knowing the your true colors, without knowing what undertone your skin is or the paths that the veins form on your body."

Without realizing it, you've started to run your fingertip along his wrist, where the vein pulsates under the skin.

"Do you think." His voice is hoarse, scratched with emotion and excitement. "Do you think you'll give me the chance to let you find out?" He asks shyly. You nod with a slight smile.

"Are you asking me out Brian?"

"I'm asking you for dinner, then let's see what happens."

"Only one?"

"Maybe more than one"

[fire-for-you]

5 times gabby didn't realize kelly and matt were dating (and 1 time she did) - FINAL PART

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pairing - m. casey x k. severide

rating - teen and up (unrequited love, implied sexual content, hurt/comfort, minor violence, kidnapping, happy ending)

word count - 2,745

summary - for part six: andddd the final chapter. what could possibly be the next adventure for this duo? is Gabby still clueless or will she finally come around?

a/n: we do a little 'napping. time to pick on matt!

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"Hey, sweetheart." Kelly purrs, flopping on the couch and throwing an arm around his boyfriend.

Matt slowly looks up from his paperwork; his eyebrows furrowed together in a blatant show of judgment. "Alright, what is happening. The last time you called me that, you had accidentally bought a car."

Kelly smiles a little wider. "Do you want to go out for dinner tonight?"

The Captain sets his files down beside him and shifts his body to face Kelly. "Yeah, could be fun. Should we go to Molly's or maybe that one trivia bar? I could call Brett-"

"No, let's go somewhere new, just us." The other starts to play with the hair at the base of Matt's neck. "Maybe a fancy, romantic dinner? Think about it, the last few months have been consumed by my injury. When's the last time we had fun?"

Matt pauses. "Well, two weeks ago, we had some wine, and I think you were pretty happy about it." He glances down casually and squeezes the hand suddenly on the brunette's thigh.

Kelly hums, remembering. "Mmm, yeah. I would still like to go out. What do you think?" He pulls Matt onto his lap, linking their fingers together.

"Sure, sounds fun. Where do you wanna go, exactly?"

"Oh, no, it's going to be a surprise. Gotta keep you guessing."

Matt smirks, pressing closer. "Okay. Then you better be ready for heart-racing, bed-breaking, ecstasy-type- fun." He delivered each hyphenated phrase with a sultry breath and an inch forward.

Kelly just looked at him. "Jesus, Matt. I don't know if we'll make it that far. You are really sexy when you wanna be, did you know that?"

The blonde laughed, pulling his partner in for a suave kiss.

Matt slipped off the taller's lap, grabbing his files to place them on the kitchen island.

"I'm gonna change quick. After that, I have to pick up something from a friend, and then I'll come back to pick you up. 'Kay? Dress nice." Kelly spoke, already walking towards their bedroom.

Matt nodded his acknowledgment before burying himself into the paperwork again.

-

A bell dinged as Kelly entered the jewelry store, glancing around for his favorite attendant. "Ah, Mr. Severide. I was wondering when you were going to come back. Have you finally decided?"

He sighed in relief. "Kenny. Yes, I have. The light silver band, did you hold it for me?"

"Against my better judgment, yes. I just like you, Mr. Severide."

Severide grinned. "Kenny, stop. I'm practically an engaged man."

Kenny smiled back. "Let me get that ring for you, sir."

-

Hours later, after a fancy, romantic dinner, with expensive champagne and delicious food, Kelly and Matt are walking down a well-lit path close to the loft. The blonde is cuddling his partner's arm, their hands locked at Kelly's side.

"Mmm, I missed this," Matt says, tightening his grip slightly.

"Missed what?"

"Just us. It's been crazy these past few months with your injury and work. It felt like any time we wanted to be alone, there was this third person in the room, making it awkward."

"Let me guess, the sprained ankle? I couldn't walk for days." Kelly smirked down at Matt.

"Ugh, whatever."

Kelly stopped in the middle of a clearing, a quiet road a few feet away. He put a knuckle under Matt's chin, tilting it a little. "No, I know what you mean. I felt the same way. But we got over it, right? We're here now-"

They heard screeching up the street, like tires leaving marks on the asphalt. Matt left Kelly's grasp and walked forward, more into the light of a street lamp. The noise continued to get closer. Suddenly, the vehicle came into sight, a white van.

Matt shrugged and turned away from the street. When it came to an aggressive halt, two men slammed open the side door to step down from it.

"Matt!" Kelly immediately started rushing forward, but the men in black hoodies and ski masks already had their hands on Matt, pulling him into the van.

The blonde started to fight against them, but the taller pulled out a cloth and put it over his face. His eyes started drooping as the door closed behind them.

"Go, go!" The vehicle took off, barrelling down the street as Kelly ran behind it.

"Matt!!"

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"I'm sorry, what?" Boden asked.

"Matt got kidnapped! Right in front of me! I didn't even get to fight the dogs that took him." Severide started to break down. "He's gone, he's gone. My whole world is gone." Wet streaks began to run down his face.

Boden sat him down on a nearby bench in Voight's office. "Alright, Kelly. Deep breaths. Why don't you start over?"

Severide sniffed. "I wanted to propose tonight." He looked up with watery eyes. "We went out to this fancy restaurant and had a romantic dinner. It was perfect. And then we were walking in the park near our apartment-" A fresh wave of tears cut the man off as he sobbed quietly.

"Severide, we can't find Casey unless you give us all the details." Voight reminded him.

Jay offered him a tissue box before leaning against the desk.

Severide recovered somewhat and continued. "We heard this screeching up the street, and then this white van came into view." He paused, closing his eyes. "And they took him. Two guys, average build. Ski masks and everything. They even had chloroform. I, um, got a partial license plate." He pulled out a scrap of paper and handed it to Jay. It was four symbols long. 5B7I

"Thank you, Severide."

Voight spoke up. "Was there anything unusual about them - tattoos, did they speak, stuff like that?"

"I was a little busy watching my boyfriend get kidnapped." Severide snapped.

"Just trying to get it while it's fresh in your mind," Jay said gently before laying a hand on Voight's forearm, shooting him a disapproving look. The Seargent mouthed a 'What' back.

"No, I told you everything I noticed."

"Okay, thank you again, Severide. This should be good information to get started with. Chief Boden, why don't you take him for a cup of coffee?"

Boden sighed. "Yeah, come on, Kelly." He put a hand on his lieutenant's shoulder, ready to pick him up off the bench.

"No."

"Kelly?" Boden questioned.

"I'm not going anywhere while my Matt is still out there. You're gonna let me help you, or I'm gonna help myself." Severide stared Voight in the eye as he stood.

The Sergeant sighed. "Look. I don't want to step on your toes, but this isn't exactly your area of expertise."

"I know, but. Just- let me help. Because if I don't find Matt, if I don't get him back-" Severide started to choke up again. "My life will be over. I won't-"

Voight didn't say anything for a few seconds. "Fine."

-

The last thing Casey remembers was seeing Kelly's face as he ran towards the Captain. He shook awake with the moment still imprinted on the whites of his eyes and was greeted by a dim room. He was sitting on a metal chair facing a blacked-out window. Pulling on his wrists made ropes tighten against Casey's arms. He groaned in frustration when the same happened with his legs.

"Hello?" He called out. "You're not scaring me! I like being tied up!" Which was untrue, but they didn't need to know that.

A man with unkempt hair and a 5'clock shadow emerged from the semi-darkness. "So, you're Kelly's new boyfriend."

Casey's eyes narrowed slightly. "I'm sorry, who are you?"

"Eric Sutton. Kelly never mentioned me?" Eric's sinister smile drooped slightly.

"Was he supposed to?"

"We dated for almost two years. I imagine it would have come up." Casey analyzed the man, noticing the imprint of a switchblade in his left pocket. "My hair used to be lighter, if that helps."

"Nothing comes to mind."

Eric sighs, disappointed. "Well, it doesn't matter. You will have to remember me after this."

"What are you gonna- " Casey is cut off by a powerful punch to his jaw. He tastes copper as another fist is driven into his stomach. Tears spring to the blonde's eyes as the chair tips to the right and falls. Eric starts kicking him in the gut, barely missing his crotch.

"See how Kelly likes you now." The man says before Casey blacks out.

-

"Okay, first, who would kidnap Matt and why? Does he have any enemies who might want him dead?" Voight asked Severide.

"Well, it's Matt; he has a tendency to rub people the wrong way." Severide took a drink of coffee, accenting the shaking in his hands. "He thought he had a stalker, though. Said a couple of times earlier this week he would see an unmarked white van outside before it drove away."

Jay's ears perked up. "Yeah, Matt called me and asked me to look into that. I hadn't gotten anywhere."

Voight nodded solemnly. "Did we get a hit on the license plate yet?" He asked his partner.

A small ding answered the Seargent's question. "Registered to a Simon Towers. Two priors: attempted kidnapping and aggravated assault. Ooo, and he had a partner for both of them: James Towers." Jay looked at the man standing over him.

"Brothers." He scoffed.

"Address is in West Englewood."

"Let's go."

-

"Alright, Boden, Severide, stay in the car; we'll be right back." The brunette said, glancing in the rearview mirror as he and Voight exited the vehicle.

The officers pulled their guns and stood on opposite sides of the doorway.

"On my count, one, two, three."

Jay kicked open the front door, immediately scanning the first room with his gun raised. "Clear." He called. Voight entered then, moving forward into what looked like a kitchen. They cleared the entire first floor and were making their way up the stairs when they heard a thump. On the right side of the house, garbage cans were kicked over as whoever fell was trying to flee. Jay made it out a side door and gave chase.

"Hey!" He shouted. Severide, much closer to the running man, flung open his door, whacking one of the brothers flat on his ass. Jay just got over to the felon as Voight exited the house, leading a man in handcuffs.

-

Casey spits out more blood, watching Eric take his phone from his pocket. "What do you want? Money?"

Eric laughs. "No, honey, I just want to see Kelly suffer. Should we call him? What's your password?"

"I think you broke my arm." The Captain says.

"Oh, don't be such a baby." Eric faces the phone to Casey's face. It unlocks with a quiet click. "Wow, didn't expect that to work. Alright, Kelly, Kelly." He scrolls through the other's contact list, pressing the video call button when he finds Kelly.

Kelly blinks twice when he sees Casey's profile picture pop up on his phone.

"Who's that?" Boden asks.

"It's Casey; he's trying to video call me."

"I'm gonna get Voight."

The Chief comes back with Voight and Jay before Severide answers the phone. The Seargent instructs Severide to face away from the inside of the station and not to talk like anyone else is there.

"Matt, baby, are you okay?" Severide says, practically hysterical.

"Hi, Kelly." Eric appears on the screen, grinning wide.

"Eric? What the hell? Where is Matt?" Severide starts to ball one of his fists.

"Oh, he's right here, sweetheart." Eric turns the phone, snuggling up against Casey so the firefighter can see them both. "Remember when you broke up with me, and I said if you ever find another boyfriend, I'll kill him?"

Casey's eyes widen as he struggles against the tape across his mouth. "I really don't."

"Well, guess what I'm going to do." He pulls out his switchblade and playfully drags it across the blonde's throat before the call ends.

"No!" Severide exclaims, putting his head in his hands.

Voight storms back to the interrogation room and slams his fists on the table. "Where is your boss?!" He yells. The brothers - with fear in their eyes - start to talk quickly.

He re-enters the large room and grabs hold of Severide's shoulder, dragging him to the car as the others follow. Jay calls for backup on the drive as the sirens blare out. Soon enough, they are pulling up to an abandoned building.

Voight instructs the other officers to go around the back as they surround the property. He looks to Severide, who is leaning against the car. "Stay back, okay?"

Positioning himself on the side of the doorway, the man holds up his radio. "On my count, one, two, three." The Sergeant enters the building with the others and raises his gun. Severide is a few steps behind him. Within minutes, after maneuvering many empty rooms, the pair stumbles upon a large room.

Eric stands over Casey with his knife raised. "Eric Sutton!" Jay calls. "Put the knife down!"

"Now, why would I do that?" He brings his arm down just as a shot rings out. Casey falls with Eric, landing in his pooling blood. Still strapped to the chair, he can't move away from the liquid soaking into the blonde's clothes. The wound on his neck from the other's knife starts to leak as Kelly runs up to Matt. Matt's eyes slip closed as he feels Kelly's fingers on his face.

-

"Well, Matt. We have to stop meeting like this." Doctor Halstead said, fixing Matt's IV drip as he slowly opened his eyes.

Matt blinked blurrily, looking around the room for Kelly. "Where's-"

"Severide? He went out for some ice. I'm sure he'll be back soon." Doctor Halstead smiled.

"How long have I been here?" Matt asked, sitting up on the bed.

"Few hours. Broken arm and a few cuts and bruises. Plus a black eye. Severide was really worried about you."

"Thank you, Doctor." He left, giving Matt a little wave.

Eventually, Kelly came back and almost dropped his ice cup as he saw the Captain's weak smile. "Matt! You're awake!"

"Hey, baby."

Kelly rushed forward and dragged him into a long kiss. He pulled back reluctantly, pressing their foreheads together. "I thought I lost you."

"I'm here."

"I thought I was never gonna see you again; I thought I was never going to kiss you again; I thought I lost you." Tears sprung from Kelly's eyes.

"I'm here, Kelly. I'm not going anywhere." Matt reassured him, eyes boring into his own, green on green. "Kiss me."

The brunette did as Matt pulled him onto the bed, and they laid together, sharing soft kisses.

Minutes later, the firehouse got there - minus Gabby and Sylvie, giving Matt hugs and clutching their hearts in relief.

As the crews got caught up in their talking, Severide cleared his throat. "Uh, Matt. I have something to ask, and I think this is the best time, in front of the house. In front of our family." Kelly glanced at Boden, and he nodded.

Matt tilted his head slightly.

Gabby and Sylvie finally snuck in as everyone's eyes were on Kelly and Matt.

The lieutenant took his partner's hand. "We've had a lot of scary experiences lately, and I just can't stand not having my forever on your finger anymore."

"Kelly. What are you doing?" Matt asked, his voice breaking.

Kelly laughed slightly, pulling out a box from his jacket pocket. Everyone gasped.

"What's happening?" Gabby whispered to her friend. Sylvie shushed her.

Severide popped the ring box open. "Matthew Casey, you are the air I breathe, the food I eat, the water I drink. Yours are the lips I kiss; yours is the body I worship." The house groaned at that. Kelly rolled his eyes before continuing. "Yours are the eyes I adore. Matt, you are everything to me. Will you-"

"Yes, yes, Kelly Severide, yes! I'll marry the hell out of you." Kelly grinned and roughly kissed his new fiance.

"When did this become a thing?" Gabby asked Sylvie, pulling her back from the group flocking the couple.

"Severide and Casey have been dating for months. How did you not know this? They told everyone at once."

"I must not have been there. I- are you serious?"

"Yes? They just got engaged, do you need any more proof?" Sylvie sassed, going up to congratulate her friends.

"I love you," Kelly sweetly whispered before kissing his partner again.

"I know," Matt whispered back.

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It's just a dance

Pairing: Matt Casey x Reader

Warnings: mention of alcohol, swearing.

A/N: Hey, everyone! I'm sorry I've been gone for a while, it's been a though semester at uni. I'm thinking about making some short dialogues/one-shots and post here on Tumblr since I don't have time to write long one shots right now. I'm probably going to do more of these, so feel free to send me some feedback. Love u 💖

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You couldn't avoid rolling your eyes as you watched Dawson dancing with Casey in the middle of the ballroom. CFD was throwing a charity event, and since your boyfriend was the Captain at 51, he dragged you here with him. You knew Dawson would be here, but you didn't expect her to stick around Casey the way she did.

As you made your way to the bar, hoping a glass of dry whiskey would ease your nerves, you noticed a familiar figure sitting on one of the stools.

"Tell me about prison." You said, leaning on the bar and catching Halstead's attention.

"... Why?" He smiled, letting a short laugh fall through his lips. You turned around, leaning your back on the bar, and stared at the crowd, your eyes fixing on the two firefighters dancing happily around the room. Halstead turned around and saw what was making you so mad.

"Because I'm probably going to be going there in a bit and I want to know what to expect." You finally confessed, before taking a seat on the stool and resting your arms on the counter. Turning to your friend, you shook your head in disbelief and whispered through gritted teeth. "I'm gonna kill that bitch. I swear to you-…" You stopped on your tracks once you felt a warm hand brushing your shoulder. Before you could turn around to see who it was, you felt a warm breath over you ear.

"Babe, c'mon." Casey whispered, pulling your hand. "I want to spent the rest of the night dancing with you."

"Why?" You quickly turned around to face him. "Is Dawson busy??" You mocked, flashing a fake smile.

"No, but I don't wanna dance with Dawson. I wanna dance with you." His hand traveled up to your cheek and he used his thumb to caress it. "I know you don't like Dawson, but she's my friend. She just asked me for a dance, there's nothing wrong about that . Babe, come on..." He leaned down for a kiss but you pulled back.

"Yeah, there's nothing wrong about dancing with a friend." You smiled, taking Halstead's hand in yours and pulling him off the stool. "So you don't mind if I spend the rest of the night dancing with Jay, right!?" You flashed Casey a smiled before disappearing in the middle of the crowd, dragging Halstead with you.

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- Antonio Dawson

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- Will Halstead

- Natalie Manning 

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- Stella Kidd

- Gabby Dawson

- Leslie Shay

- Matt Casey

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- Derek Morgan

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[cas-kingdom]

"Did you just throw that at my HEAD?"

With Severide CF? ❤️

“Did you just throw that at my head?” You directed your stunned words at Kelly, who had, believe it or not, thrown something at your head. That something was still to be determined as you rubbed the sore spot on your temple, twisting in your position on the couch between Matt and Mouch to gape at the offender, who looked anything but regretful. In fact, he looked especially unimpressed.

“To monogamy or not to monogamy...”

All heads in the common room turned towards Matt as he picked up the object Kelly had tossed, a short stack of stapled papers, and read the title. It was in that moment, after he’d read the final word and the unimpressed expression on Kelly’s face darkened, that you had to bite your tongue to keep from snorting laughter, despite the situation you seemed to have landed yourself in.

Others had more trouble keeping their amusement at bay, a chorus of laughter echoing around the room as Matt continued to read.

“‘Lieutenant Kelly Severide would argue for the latter. Though he may seem like a family man, willing to settle down with a wife and a couple kids—’” Matt held a fist to his lips, his chest jolting with supressed laughter— “’he is in fact the opposite.’”

Hermann slapped the back of his chair with a guffawing laugh. “The hell is that?”

Kelly uncrossed his arms to grip his forehead, dragging a tired hand down his face. “It’s a smear campaign against me, that’s what it is.”

Your brother seemingly engrossed in the remainder of the sheets’ paragraphs, intermittently snickering to himself, you turned to fully face Kelly and rest your arms on the back of the couch. You attempted to appear somewhat serious, very aware Kelly was taking it as such, but every time you tried to school your features, a sentence you’d written or a word you’d typed after chuckling to yourself for a good minute floated back in your brain, and Kelly’s face suddenly seemed far more comical than he definitely intended it to be. 

Mouch leant over to peer at the sheets of paper, and Cruz and Otis rushed to read over Matt’s shoulder. Kelly looked hilariously betrayed, and you knew you had to speak before you burst into laughter.

“Okay, hear me out, hear me out,” you deadpanned. Otis snorted at a particular line beside you and you clamped down on your tongue. “I got nothing.” Kelly lifted a finger to point at you, dangerously dipping his head, and you grinned, shaking a hand at him. “Joking! I’m joking! We had to write a journal article on something funny, okay? It was just practice for exam season.”

Kelly tossed his arms up in obvious protest. “So why not write about Otis’s pink underwear? Or—Mouch’s infatuation with stamps?”

Otis was too engrossed in his new reading material to object, but Mouch ripped his attention from the article for a single second to correct him. “Collection, Severide. It’s a collection.”

You allowed Kelly to see your grin. You certainly hadn’t intended on him getting hold of the article, but you could only blame yourself for that, having worked on it earlier in his office while he finished paperwork. Really, you should have set yourself a reminder to take it with you when you left, knowing Kelly liked to read your schoolwork, but Cruz had called for lunch and you’d unapologetically raced to the kitchen before the others were given the chance to eat it all.

“It’s not going anywhere,” you assured him. “I’m not gonna hand it in.” Boden walked in then with his empty plate, not bothering to ask what was going on but moving to peek over Matt’s shoulder all the same. “Did you even read it?” you asked. “Gabby says it’s good.”

Gabby glanced up with a mouthful of tomato pasta. “What?” she asked with a shrug when Kelly turned a raised eyebrow on her. “It is.”

"Yeah,” Kelly said, “I read some of it. Stopped after ‘Kelly likes to blast Britney Spears’s Womanizer when he drives to work.’”

“Spoilers!” Cruz yelled. “We’re not there yet!”

Kelly ignored him. “Is my life a gag to you?”

You contemplated that. “Your love life is.”

Not a single person reading your article reacted when Kelly strode forward and bent over the couch to grab you. You scrambled backwards, shrieking after you seemed to forget the couch ended at some point and toppling backwards onto the floor. Again, nobody moved a muscle to help. Mouch shifted into the space you’d left to gain better access to the article, and Kelly rounded the couch in quick pursuit of you.

“Casey,” he yelled as a tussle broke out between you, “rip it up!”

If you could have seen behind the arms you were shoving back and the legs you were lifting to kick at his chest, you would have seen the men’s looks of horror at Kelly’s orders.

“But—but—” Mouch quickly verbalised his panic at not yet having finished the article.

“Aw, come on,” Matt said, “it’s a work of art.”

“Don’t worry, guys,” you ground out between clenched teeth as you grappled for the upper hand. “I’ll email you the copy on my laptop!”

It was then that Kelly laughed, too taken by the situation and the pure gall of the girl he’d helped raise to not find the hilarity in it in the end.

“Absolute madcap,” he said around his laughter, reaching back to wrench the papers from an indignant-looking Matt and hitting you on the head once again. “You’re way too much trouble.”

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[toasttt11]

betrayal

April 28, 2023

Lucia let out a breath as she laid down on her bed after the crazy long day she has had. Lucia has been in New Jersey for four weeks now and she has played in multiple games already and she feels like she’s getting use to playing professionally.

They had just played the fifth game of the playoffs series against the rangers last night and had won 4-0. They are 3-2 in the series with the Rangers right now.

Lucia turned on her phone for the first time all day and frowned slightly seeing the hundreds of messages and missed calls but decided to not click on them assuming they were just group chats and the boys spamming her. She clicked on instagram and the first post she saw made her heart drop in her chest.

posted by becky.locktin and mackie.samo

liked by mackiesamo and 123,332 others

becky.locktin reunited with my boy❤️

tagged mackiesamo

She quickly sat up and looked at the screen intently, Mackie had a girlfriend? A girlfriend he was hard launching with. Did the girlfriend know about her. Lucia felt sick. She has the scratches and bruises from the last time she spent with Mackie still on her body and he’s posting with another girl.

Lucia quickly turned her phone off and tossed it onto bed before she hurrying up and rushing to her bathroom and puking out her guts. Lucia dry heaved as she tried to catch her breath.

Lucia didn’t know what to think. She’s been hooking up with Mackie for almost two years and she knows they officially never had a girlfriend/boyfriend title but they promised to not sleep with anyone else. Hell, Mackie introduced her to his friends from home calling her his girl.

Lucia could feel her skin crawling remembering his hands on her and wondered if he’s touching his girlfriend like he touched her.

She shakily stood up wiping the back of her hand over her mouth. She walked to her shower putting it on the hottest setting and quickly stripped out of her clothes and hurrying under the boiling water and starting to scrub at the places that still have any reminders of him left.

Lucia leaned her head onto the cold wall, a stark contrast to the boiling water. Her heart felt like it was chipping slowly and she hated it. She hated that someone could hurt her this bad. She hated that she trusted him enough to love him. She hated herself for falling for him.

She remembered when her mother talked about her first heartbreak and Lucia resented the fact she feels the exact same way as her mother described.

She wasn’t supposed to get hurt. She wasn’t supposed to care for him.

Lucia stumbled out of the shower and threw on random clothes not caring what it was. She walked over to her bed and flopped down staring at her ceiling.

She was glad Jack was out for the night and she didn’t have to deal with trying to explain anything about this to him.

Lucia ignored the vibrating of her phone and chose to continue to stare at her ceiling for hours.

She didn’t even realize she spent so many hours staring at her ceiling until the sun started to come through her windows and looked at the clock seeing it was already almost seven in the morning.

Lucia took a deep breath and sat up, she needed to do something to get enough of her emotions out for her to focus on her game tonight.

She put on a pair of running shorts and a hoodie, slipped on running shoes before heading out of the apartment into the gym in the building.

Lucia hoped right onto the treadmill and slipped her noise canceling headphones and just ran.

Running to get out all of the emotions and just staring out the window and running.

Lucia could feel the sweat dripping down her but it was a good distraction from feeling anything else.

Her phone buzzed with an alarm and she looked down still ignoring all of the notifications and saw she needed to get back and get ready for the game.

Lucia hopped off the treadmill and she realized she ran for three hours and didn’t stop.

Lucia headed back up to Jacks apartment and walked in seeing Jack chilling on the couch on his phone.

“Hey moosey!” Jack’s head snapped up at the sound of the door opening and saw Lucia in workout clothes and flushed in the face but had really dark circles under her eyes, “Hey did you get any sleep?” Jack looked at her in concern wanting to make sure her rookie year wasn’t getting to much already.

“Yeah i did must still be tired, i’m gonna try to get a nap before we leave.” Lucia smiled tightly and Jack nodded looking reassured.

Lucia let out a breath as she turned down the hallway, she didn’t know what hurt more. The fact she had to lie to her brother as they weren’t close enough anymore to talk to him about Mackie or the fact that Jack didn’t even know she was lying straight to his face.

Lucia walked into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror and groaned frustrated at herself, how could she fool herself into thinking he loved her back and why did she think it was a good idea to want to confess to him in the future but she obviously wouldn’t amymore.

Lucia ran a hand through her sweaty hair and decided to grab her phone that was still sitting on her bed and of course the first notification was from Mackie, she clicked on it wanting to know what bullshit he has to say.

He doesn’t want you anymore sweetheart. Block his number.

XO XO -Becky

“Bitch.” Lucia cursed as she realized his girlfriend knew about her and still was with him. Lucia shook her head and decided the two deserved each other.

Lucia saw she had thousands of messages from her three best friends and she knew they knew about this but she couldn’t talk to them right now, it would make it hurt all over again.

Lucia looked at her home screen and saw a photo of their group at Michigan and she angrily scowled at how she was in Mackie’s arms and the bright smile on her face, Lucia quickly changed it to whatever photo she saw first that didn’t have Mackie in it.

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Blind Dates

Kelly Severide X Reader 

A/N: This isn’t going to be super long just a cute little idea I have so I hope everyone enjoys it 

Y/N’s POV 

You woke up in the morning with a little pep in your step. You were excited about your blind date today.

 It had been a while sense you been out in a proper date. Working as a paramedic with the Chicago Fire Department had you hella busy. 

Also you just gotten out of a bad long term relationship. It lasted about 3 years and to say it ended on good terms was funny. 

It was so bad that it didn’t even make you want to date anymore. 

But it had been about 6 months since the breakup and Gabby was setting you up tonight. She didn’t even ask you,

 Just told you and honestly it was something you thought would be good for you. 

So this morning you woke up with a smile on your face. You had picked out a cute little black dress and some good heels. You were working morning shift today so you were able to go home and get changed. 

You were a little nervous because you knew nothing about this date. What he looked like or what he was into. Gabby only told you that he was a good guy and she knew it was a good fit.

You trusted her though and she never let you down before so you thought it would be good for you.  

Rolling out of bed you got dressed and ready for shift. Putting on those ugly blues with those stuffy pants. You never felt like changing at the station so you just got dressed at home. 

After getting dressed you ate some breakfast and then headed out for the day. You blessed music on the way to work your normal routine of getting pumped. 

You lived about 20 minutes away from the house but with traffic is was more like 40. You liked the ride to work it was like your time to be alone and recharge. 

Finally you made it to the station. You pulled into your normal parking spot and headed into work.

 Mostly everyone was there expect with a few people straggling in behind you. 

You made your way into the locker room to put your stuff away and there he was. Kelly Severide. That man was fine af and he was funny kind and everything else under the sun. 

You always had a crush on him. But he was such a player you never thought of letting him know. You were never the type to just hit and quit like he was. So you saved yourself from that struggle. 

He was wearing nothing but a towel when you saw him with the water beads dripping all over his beautiful body.  He saw you walk in and smiled at you. 

“Hey Y/N good morning” Kelly said 

“Hey Good morning” You said, trying to hide your heart eyes away. 

“You avoiding me or something” Kelly asked laughing 

You glanced over at him and smiled 

“Nope why would i do that” You said 

You threw your stuff into the locker and then headed out into the main room. Gabby and everyone was in there Capp and Tony were arguing about something. 

“Hey Y/N good morning hear try this it’s your fave” Gabby said handing you a plate of food. 

“Mm thank you” You said grabbing and sitting down next to Casey who also said good morning and smiling at you. 

Gabby sat down next to you a few moments later and she looked at you with a smile. 

“So are you ready for tonight” Gabby asked 

“What’s tonight” Casey asked 

You and Gabby looked over at each other and laughed. 

“I am setting up Y/n with a blind date tonight.” Gabby said. 

“Wow okay good luck with that” Matt said

“What does that mean” You asked

“Nothing” Casey said laughing 

“Come on it’s going to be fun” Gabby said. 

“Yeah hopefully i won't regret this” You said. 

Kelly walked in after that and he sat down next to the two of you and smiled

“What are we talking about ladies” He asked 

“Y/n has a date tonight “ Gabby said 

“Awe i feel bad for the guy” Kelly said laughing 

“What ever don’t be jealous” You said getting up from the table. 

You walked out to the ambulance and began your morning pre check. Trying to hurry the day along. 

The day was pretty quiet and you didn’t have many calls beside your regulars. Some older people and the ones wanting to get drugs. 

You were back at the firehouse now. Laying in the bunker room looking at your phone scrolling through social media.  

 You only had about an hour left before your shift was over. 

You prayed so hard that you wouldn’t get any more calls the rest of the day. Looking over, Kelly was in his office.

He was sitting at his desk doing paperwork. No matter how hard you tried to forget about him you never could. 

And trust me you tried hard to move on. Even getting into your last relationship. But part of you thinks that why it didn’t work. But you had to keep trying. 

So you turned your attention back to your phone and tried to turn your attention back to your phone.

 The rest of the hour was slow and finally it reached time to leave and you jumped up from the bed.

You ran into the locker room and changed before someone called you back to work. Gabby came into the locker room and laughed at you. 

“Someone’s ready” Gabby said 

“Hell yeah” you said 

“I am getting out of here before someone decides they need us” You said 

“Girl we gotta leave now then” Gabby said 

“I know right let’s head out” You said 

The two of you finished changing and headed out. Arm and arm you both walked to the car. 

Gabby hugged you and you hugged her back 

“I need to know all the details okay” Gabby said 

“Of course” You said 

You both went your separate ways and you hopped into the car and headed home. You were excited to go out. 

You blasted music all the way home getting yourself pumped for tonight. You made it home and went in and began the prep work. 

You needed a shower to wash away the day. It was a nice long one and then you got out and it was time for some self care. 

You began the prep and it sure did take a while. You had to make sure you looked hot af tonight. 

Finally when that was all over you began getting dressed. The butterflies were getting strong in your stomach. 

You honestly thought you were gonna throw up. You just tried to push it down not wanting to get in your head over this. 

Looking at yourself in the mirror you looked hot af. You felt soo good about yourself.  Gathering up your stuff you headed out. 

You were meeting at a restaurant and keeping it low casual. This time though you didn’t blast your music you were just focused on not freaking out. The dinner was at a nice steakhouse. 

You made it there and it was really nice and suddenly it hit you like a ton of bricks. You knew nothing about this man and he could have been a killer for all you know. It had been so long sense you even went on a first date. 

But you told yourself that it was all going to be fine and you honestly needed this. So you threw caution into the wind and headed in. 

The reservation was under your name. It was super nice inside and you knew it was gonna  be expensive. 

You walked to the hostess and checked in. 

“Hello i have a reservation under (your last name)” You said 

“Hi your other guest is here I will take you back” She said

You felt knots in your stomach and your hands were all clammy. It felt like she was walking forever. 

Then when you saw him you knew there had to be some kind of mistake because he even looked confused. She walked you up the table and told you to enjoy. 

“Kelly what the hell are you doing here” You yelled

“Me Matt set me up with a date what are you doing here”  Kelly yelled back. 

“Gabby set me up with a date you know that” You said 

“I see what they did they set us up together” Kelly said 

“Well I hate to disappoint I’ll leave” You said 

“Wait no stay please” Kelly said 

You sat down and that’s when it got awkward because no one was saying anything. Finally Kelly spoke up 

“You look beautiful tonight” Kelly said 

“Look I don’t mean to be rude but this isn’t what I want” you said 

“What are you talking about?” Kelly asked with a confused look on his face. 

“I know you, your a player and I don’t want that and we work together” You said 

“Ouch that hurt” Kelly said 

“I’m sorry” You said 

“Look your right but that’s not the life I want anymore and i’m guessing they know how I feel about you” Kelly said 

“How you feel about me” you asked heart racing 

“I think you are beautiful smart, funny and kind and I love you” Kelly said 

You were to stunned to speak and didn’t know what to say but you spoke from the heart. 

“I love you to and you make me laugh and your kind” You said 

“But we work together and what if it doesn’t work” You said 

“What if we do no one’s getting married so let’s take it slow okay I want that with you” Kelly said grabbing your hand. 

“I want that to and I guess we should thank Gabby and Matt for this” You said 

“Nah we can let them get cocky about this” Kelly said 

You both ordered dinner and even stayed for desert. Then drinks after just talking about anything and everything. 

Everything with him was just so easy and effortless and now you were glad it was him and not some random hookup. 

This is where you needed to be here right here with him

 When it was over Kelly walked you out to the car. 

“I had a really fun night” Kelly said 

“Me to and thank you for this I do want this to work” You said 

“So do I” kelly said 

Kelly leaned in and kissed you and you kissed him back butterflies erupting in your stomach. 

When it was over you both decided to go your separate ways not wanting to rush things. Before you drove off you got a text on your phone from Gabby

“Knew it would be a good match” Gabby said 

You texted back 

“Don’t be cocky maybe it did maybe it didn’t You teased 

You then drove off with a smile on your face knowing it was one hell of a setup.