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Holiday Away (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister Imagine)

A/N: I figured I'd write a festive imagine! Don't forget to vote and comment!

Enjoy! 

"Hey! The Halsteads are here!" Hermann exclaimed as you, Jay, and Hailey walked into Molly's.

"Three-fourths of us," you answered. "Will's at work."

"He'll be here later though, Hermann. Don't you worry," Jay reassured him.

"Good," Cindy said. "We have more than enough food.

"Where's everyone else?" you asked, meaning the rest of 51. You knew that everyone's schedule always got screwed up during the holidays, so some people on their normal shift got stuck working a different one.

"Pretty sure Stella and Kelly picked up a bit of overtime, so they should be here soon. I don't know when all the rest of them will be here," Herrmann answered.

 "Well, I went out with Gallo, Violet, and Ritter last night and Gallo and Ritter were three sheets to the wind when we left, so they're probably sleeping off hangovers," you said.

At this, Jay's eyes widened. "You didn't tell me that. Did they get home okay? I told you to call me or Will if you needed a ride home."

"Violet said she'd get them back to her apartment at least. And, she texted me when she was back, so don't worry. Jeez, have a little faith in me, Jay."

Jay rolled his eyes.

"Guys, we can continue this conversation when we have some food," Hailey said.

Jay nodded. "Good point."

The three of you grabbed Thanksgiving food with all the fixings from the bar and sat down.

The minute you sat down, in waltzed Adam, Kim, and Makayla followed by Kevin and... you gasped.

"Vanessa?!" you exclaimed and jumped up.

"Looks like they pulled it off," Kevin said as you ran up to her and gave her a hug.

You pulled away and gave a confused look to Kevin. "Pulled what off?"

"We all knew for months that she was coming home for Thanksgiving, but we decided to surprise you."

"Well, consider me surprised!"

"Alright, grab some food and then you can catch up!" Hermann yelled. "Cindy will murder me if all this food she and her book club made goes to waste!"

"Christopher!" Cindy yelled.

Hermann shrugged. "What? It's true."

You all laughed and then let the rest of Intelligence fill their plates while you helped Jay push together a table so that you could all sit together.

When Vanessa sat down, you decided it was time that you broke out your Spanish...despite how rusty it was from two years of online Spanish classes plus your current gap year between undergrad and grad school.

***

Half an hour later, Kelly and Stella walked in. And then, fifteen minutes after them, came Gallo, Violet, and Ritter.

"Hey!" Stella yelled. "If anyone wants drinks, c'mon up to the bar!"

"They ain't free, though!" Hermann yelled again. Cindy gave him a side-eye. "Fine. Fifty percent off, but only because it's a holiday. And, Lee Henry will be here with the other kids soon, so if he wants a drink, don't give it to him! He's still a few months away from the legal drinking age."

A few of the first responders laughed and then you waited for a few people to get up and go to the bar and then you went up.

When you ordered your drink from Stella, you had to yell over how loud it was starting to get. Some of the doctors and nurses from Med had just walked in, so there were even more people here. You couldn't believe it had only been you, Hailey, and Jay just a little over an hour ago.

"Hey, Y/N," Stella greeted. "What can I get for you?"

"Something fruity and a bit strong," you said.

Stella raised her eyebrows and she shared a look with Kelly who was sitting at the bar right next to you.

"Everything okay?" Kelly asked.

"Yeah, everything's fine," you answered. "Just started to get a bit crowded in here and I know my social meter will go down in about an hour."

"Your what?" he asked.

"I won't feel like being around people in an hour," you clarified.

"Fair enough," he said.

Then, Violet came and stood next to you. "Hey, Y/N. You hungover at all from last night?"

You shook your head. "I only had two drinks last night, remember? And they were super spaced out. You have any trouble getting Gallo and Ritter back to your place?"

"The hardest part was getting Gallo in and out of the car and up the stairs. Luckily Ritter wasn't as drunk as Gallo so he helped me with that part."

"Good. He drinking anything tonight?"

Violet smiled. "Well, he said no more drinking last night, but in about hour he'll probably break that. But, Ritter promised he'd only have two drinks tonight so I don't have to deal with both of them like I did last night."

"Well, that's good."

Then, Stella came out with your drink and you handed her some money. When you got back to your table, Makayla asked if you'd play her in Trivia Crack, to which you happily obliged.

***

You had been here for a little over three and a half hours and to say it was loud would be an understatement. Stella and Kelly were here, and so was Gallo since they didn't have close family to go to. Violet and Ritter had left a while ago to go spend some time with their families and Adam, Kim, and Makayla had left so that they could break into the pie that Makayla and Kim had made last night and Adam promised that they'd decorate for Christmas tonight, too. Will was here and since he had to drive himself home, he was capping himself at two drinks, so he wasn't as loud as Jay was because he was officially three sheets to the wind as of two drinks ago (Hailey had officially cut him off and Stella would now be serving him soda water with a splash of alcohol on the straw so that he assumed the drink was alcoholic). And there were lots of first responders who you hadn't met who were on shift and just stopped by for a Thanksgiving meal because they weren't able to spend the day with their families since they were working.

Unbeknownst to you, Hailey had had many a panic attack in her life and had been watching your body language. She had noticed how your brow was slightly furrowed all the time and how your eyes seemed to be hyper-focused on your drink in front of you and how your foot was bouncing on the leg of the chair.

"Can we go home soon?" you asked.

"I just got here," Will said. Then he caught your gaze. He too noticed your face. "Okay, how about we leave in an hour?"

An hour. You could do that.

"Okay. An hour. Yeah, that works," you agreed.

***

At least, you thought you could do an hour. Everything was normal and then you had to use the bathroom. You didn't go in there to avoid people, but to actually use the bathroom. But, when you were walking to the bathroom, you finally grasped how many people were there when you had to squeeze past people and were constantly saying excuse me and sorry.

There were too many people here and they were judging you. They were looking at you, talking about you.

You finally made it into the bathroom and, by some miracle, it was empty. You stood at the mirror and gripped the sink as hard as you possibly could because you needed to get out of here and you needed to do it now.

You couldn't go back through the crowd, but you didn't have your phone to text Hailey. It was still back at the table.

You still needed to pee though, so you made your way into a stall and you tried to focus on your breathing.

Was it getting faster? Shallower? Or was that all in your head?

Fuck, you didn't know anymore. You didn't know anything. You didn't know why you were feeling this way and why you always dreaded having to be around people and why you hated the holidays, but it happened and it always happened. And every year, you forgot how bad it was and then you agreed to do things and then Thanksgiving rolled around and you knew you were in a hellish month and a half of having to do too many things and see too many people and wear too much makeup and—

Oh, God. Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.

It was happening.

You weren't to the point of hyperventilating, but you knew that in about a minute your breath would be coming out in gulps.

You grabbed your left wrist with your right hand and dug your nails in as hard as you could. You hissed at the pain, but it gave you something else to focus on. You needed to get out of here and into Jay or Will's car before you became the talk of everyone's next shift.

"Y/N? Is that you?"

Shit. Stella.

"It- It- I'm fine," you said. But, even you wouldn't believe that statement.

"Doesn't sound like it. Are you sick? Do you want me to get Hailey? Or Will or Jay?" She asked.

"H- Hailey. Get Hailey."

"Okay. I'll be right back. Just, stay here."

Then, you heard footsteps and the sound of the door opening and closing.

Oh, no. Stella knows. Now people are gonna know you can't even handle seeing people for dinner and what if they tell people? What if they check you into the hospital for a psych eval? It wouldn't be crazy since you were around doctors and nurses. Or worse, what if Jay, Hailey, and Will didn't want to deal with you since you ruined Thanksgiving and they put you on a 72- hour psych hold? What if they—

"Y/N, hey, it's Hailey," Hailey said gently. "Stella's outside the bathroom. She's just telling people that there's an issue with a toilet so they don't come in." She paused and you looked down and saw that her feet were right outside your stall door. "Can you open the door?"

Slowly, you opened the door.

Hailey's eyes wandered down to your left wrist, which she saw was scratched up and she made a mental note to make sure it got cleaned when you got home. But, she knew that the important thing to focus on right now was your breathing.

"Y/N, I know these suck, okay? But, I'm gonna have you squeeze my hand and just focus on my breathing, okay?"

You nodded. "Sit- Sit down?" you asked.

"Sure, we can sit down."

You moved about ten feet and then slumped against the bathroom wall next to Hailey. She knew the floor was probably filthy, but she didn't care. All she cared about was making sure you, her little sister-in-law, was okay.

It took multiple tries and squeezing Hailey's hand as hard as you possibly could, but you eventually got your breathing back to normal.

Hailey wrapped an arm around your and pulled you into her as you finally began to cry.

"It's okay," she said gently. "It's okay."

You just continued to cry.

You had ruined Thanksgiving.

"Do you wanna go home?" You nodded. "Do you want me to have Stella take you out the back way and then Will can meet you there? I would take you, but Jay's drunk and he'll be more likely to listen to me than to Will when I tell him we need to leave later." A ghost of a smile appeared on your lips as you nodded. "There's that Halstead smile. Now, I'm gonna go get Stella and then have her stay in here with you and I'll talk to Will, okay?"

You nodded one more time and she squeezed your hand once more and then stood up and left the bathroom.

Not fifteen seconds later, Stella walked in, taking Hailey's place.

"C'mere," Stella said and held her arms out.

You stood up and hugged her as the last of your tears trickled down your cheeks.

"Let's get you outta here, kid," Stella said and quickly got you out of the bathroom and thorough a door marked employees only which was a door five feet to the left of the women's bathrooms. Then, you and she weaved your way through the many boxes in the back until you finally made it to the back exit.

When you got out, you were met with the smiling face of your oldest brother.

"Hailey said it would probably be best if I took you home and I think I agree. I don't need a shiner from having Jay punch me when I'm trying to shove his drunk ass in my car."

Will expected a laugh from you, but when nothing came, he just thanked Stella and led you to his car...which was parked half a block away.

"What do you say I stop at the gas station and grab us each a pint of ice cream, hmm?" Will asked when he started driving.

"We already had pie," you answered, your voice monotone.

"It's Thanksgiving. No one's counting. And, I think we should."

You shrugged. "Okay."

"And Jay doesn't get any because he'll just puke it up anyway."

"Get some for Hailey, too," you reminded him quietly.

Will smiled. He was just happy you were saying something instead of just answering questions.

"Do you know her favorite flavor?" he asked.

"Strawberry," you answered. "But, I think she only says that one's her favorite because Jay doesn't like it so he won't steal it."

Will laughed at that. "Okay, one pint of strawberry ice cream for Hailey, one pint of cookies n crème for you, and one pint of whatever looks good for me."

***

"Not so fast, missy," Will said after you walked in the door, grabbed a spoon from the kitchen, and made a beeline for your room. You turned to face him. "Gotta clean up your wrist first."

"How'd you know about that?" you asked. "And, they're barely even there. It's fine, Will."

"Hailey texted me about it while I was in getting ice cream and you were in the car. And, I don't care if they aren't deep. I'm cleaning them. Simple as that."

You knew there was no point in arguing with him and all you wanted to do was go to sleep after you ate your ice cream.

"Fine," you agreed and then put your ice cream on the counter and made your way to the bathroom.

You pushed yourself up onto the counter while Will busied himself grabbing supplies from the first aid kit.

"Jay really keeps this thing stocked, doesn't he?" Will commented.

"Him and Hailey are cops," was all you said to that.

Will just nodded, sensing you didn't want to talk that much, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't try like hell to get you to talk about what happened. After all, as the oldest, wasn't it his job to get to the bottom of it?

"Hand please," Will said after he got the alcohol wipes and bandaids out. You obeyed and held out your left hand, palm up. Will quickly inspected it. And, you weren't lying when you said the scratches were just superficial. "They're not deep at all."

"Told you," you mumbled.

Will busied himself with washing his hands and then opening the packet of alcohol wipes, hoping you'd say something. You didn't.

"This is gonna sting," He told you, and you bit your cheek as he wiped down your wrist. Then, he waited for it to dry and put a bandaid on it. "There. All better."

You got off the counter. "Can I have my ice cream now?"

Will knew bribery wasn't a good way to get someone to open up and though he would never use it on a real patient, you were his little sister, and therefore, that rule didn't apply to you.

"Depends," he began, "You gonna tell me what happened back at Molly's?"

"Nothing really happened," you told him. Because it was true. Nothing technically happened; your nervous system just decided to screw you over.

"People just don't have panic attacks for no reason, Y/N." He wasn't saying this in a rude way but in a caring way.

You sighed. "Jay's stubbornness is rubbing off on you."

"Good."

"Fine. There were too many people. I'm gonna go eat my ice cream now... in my room... alone."

"Just remember to throw it away when you're done," Will reminded you because he knew that was all he was going to get out of you right now. "Don't need an ant infestation in your bedroom."

You just nodded and made your way to the kitchen and grabbed your spoon and your pint of ice cream from where you had left them.

When you got into your room, you changed into a pair of comfy pajamas and then sat on your bed and opened your ice cream.

Then, you popped in your headphones and opened an audiobook on your phone, so that you had something else to listen to instead of your own thoughts, and started eating your ice cream.

Half an hour later, you had thrown away your empty pint of ice cream and laid in bed, ready for sleep to finally overtake you.

But, all you could think about was how you had ruined Thanksgiving and how you still had to somehow make it through Christmas and New Year's with all those people and parties without this happening.

Eventually, you cried yourself to sleep.

***

"How's the headache?" Will asked Jay the next morning.

"Will? What? I know you have a key, but—"

"I asked him to stay," Hailey said, walking out of the kitchen holding two cups of coffee. She handed one to Jay and left her cup of coffee on the table. Then, she pulled a bottle of Advil from her hoodie pocket and handed it to Jay. "Take 'em, mister."

"I will," Jay answered. "But, why'd have Will stay?"

"Well, between you being drunk off your ass and Y/N having a rough night, I can only deal with one thing at a time. He's here in case you were still drunk and Y/N had another panic attack."

"I'm gonna be honest here," Jay began, "I only vaguely remember last night."

Will and Hailey quickly filled him in, even though he remembered most of the night up to when you had to go home.

"So, did she talk to you?" Jay asked after he downed the pills and took a sip of his coffee.

"If you mean did she tell me anything useful, not really. She just said that there's too many people."

Hailey nodded. "That can happen. Overstimulation and stuff like that."

"Maybe I can get through to her," Jay suggested. "Sometimes I get that way with fireworks."

"That's a trigger, Jay," Hailey stated. "Not the same thing." She paused. "Or it could just be everything piling on together."

All of a sudden, something clicked in Will's head. He remembered working a case a couple years back where a woman came in and had chest pain. As it turned out, she was just having a panic attack. After speaking with Dr. Charles, they learned that the cause of it was the holidays on top of everything else happening in her life.

"Maybe it's all the people she has to see between now and New Years," Will suggested. "We had a patient come into the ED because of that once, thought the panic attack was a heart attack, happens more often than you'd think."

"Well, we can't force it out of her..." Hailey trailed off.

"True," Will agreed. "But I can phrase it as a yes or no question."

"And if it is, then what do we do?" Jay asked. "No Christmas parties? Just do Christmas with us four this year? Stay in on New Years?"

"We'll figure that out when we get there. But, start thinking of ideas just in case."

***

"Hey," Hailey said gently when she heard movement in the kitchen from her place on the couch next to Jay. She had been reading while Jay had been watching football highlights from the many games that happened yesterday. She nudged Jay and he turned his head to look at you. "You want some breakfast? Or, more like lunch now, I guess."

"I got it," you said. You knew if you talked any louder that you'd start crying, so you quickly made your way to a cabinet and took out a bowl and then a mug so that you could focus on making your breakfast.

You hadn't even had time to spoon yogurt into your bowl before Jay was up and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, talk to me, kiddo."

At that, you finally broke. You cried like you had last night. Except, this time, Jay wrapped his arms around you in his overprotective-big-brother way that always took away your bad dreams and worries when you were a kid.

"Let us in, Y/N," Jay whispered. "What's going on?"

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to r- ruin Thanksgiving!"

"Oh, no," Hailey said as she made her way over to you, holding a cold glass of water for you to drink when you could. "You didn't ruin in."

"I did! I'm sorry!"

Jay pulled away from you and put his hands on your shoulders. "Hey, look at me." You looked up at him. "You didn't ruin anything. And, even if you did, I didn't remember the second half of last night anyway."

The last part almost got a smile out of you. Almost.

"Do you know why any of this happened?" Jay asked.

Hailey sighed. Her husband obviously still didn't understand regular anxiety as she did. So, she decided it was time for her to step in. "What he's trying to say is, what was happening before you ran into the bathroom? What was the last thing you were thinking? Because sometimes it's not one specific thing that you can easily identify."

You looked down and thought for a beat.

"I was thinking that there were a lot of people."

"Okay, good. That's really good, Y/N."

And, I know that there's a lot of people we have to see and parties we have to go to for Christmas and New Years and- and I didn't want to tell you I don't want to go because you guys might think I'm stupid—"

"Whoa, hey," Jay said quickly, effectively cutting you off. "We'd never think you're stupid."

You wiped your nose as it started to run.

"You should. I think I'm—"

"Nope, none of that," Jay cut you off again. "How about you eat and then go take a shower and then we can watch movies all day? Because Lord knows this hangover's kicking my ass."

You nodded. "Yeah, yeah, okay."

Then, you took the glass of water from Hailey and chugged it before going to take a hot shower to wash away your multiple breakdowns from the past twelve hours.

***

"Hey, you—"

"I got something," Jay told Will over the phone as soon as he heard the water running. "And, as much as it pains me to say it, you were right, about the holiday anxiety thing."

"She told you that?"

"I don't know if she meant to say it or it just tumbled out, but yeah."

"So, what do we do?" Will asked.

"How much time off do you have saved up?"

Will sighed. "Jay, what are you planning?"

"I'm not planning anything. This just popped into my head, I swear. So, how much time off?"

"Enough. Now, what were you thinking?"

"What if we go up to the cabin, say on the 19th? We can spend Christmas and New Years up there. I'll ask Voight for furlough later and get back to you. I don't think it'll be an issue, though."

Will sighed. "Listen, that's two and a half weeks. I have enough, but everyone wants off for the holidays. But, if I can't swing it, you just bring Y/N up there and have Christmas without me."

"Will—"

"No, I'm serious. I'll be fine. I'm more worried about her." He paused. "Wait, how's she getting time off?"

"I'm gonna talk to her about going tonight so that she can request time off when she goes into work. It's easier for her to get off than it is for us, anyway."

"Yeah. Well, let me know. And, I'll talk to Goodwin tomorrow. Y/N's doing better then?"

"A bit. She was still upset, but then me and Hailey talked to her. She's showering now and then we'll see how she is."

"Okay, keep me updated."

"Will do. Let me know if you get the time off."

***

3 weeks later

"Why are we leaving so early?" you complained when you and Jay were carrying things out to his truck.

"Because we have to pick Will's sorry ass up. And, if you don't complain anymore, we'll stop for breakfast on our way to pick him up."

You looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "You're not lying to me?"

Jay shook his head. "Nope. Now, how about you jump in the trunk and I'll hand you everything?"

"We're covering this stuff with a tarp, right?" You asked.

"Oh, yeah," Jay agreed.

It was snowing a little bit right now, so you knew as you drove north, that the snow would only get heavier.

"Good." You looked at the boxes sitting on top of Jay's suitcase, duffle, and toolbox. "Are any of these presents?"

Jay handed you your suitcase and your set it down in the bed of the truck. "No snooping. Some you will get tonight, though."

"Tonight? Really?" you asked excitedly.

"Just a couple little things from me and Will."

"You wanna give me a hint?"

"Hmmmm, how about no?"

"How about yes?"

"No."

"Fine."

Ten minutes later, the truck was packed and you were doing one last double-check through the house while Jay said goodbye to Hailey. Voight said he needed at least one detective in Intelligence for the next few days, so Hailey was gonna fly out early in four days—on December 23–and then Jay would go and pick her up while you and Will stayed at the cabin and then she'd stay up there through New Years and ride home with the three of you.

Now it was time to grab breakfast, pick up Will, and then it was off to Wisconsin.

***

You thought that you were dying. Actually, maybe that was a little too dramatic. You just wanted to jump into an ice-cold lake. Maybe that would make your headache, dizziness, and nausea stop.

You leaned your head against the window. You had taken Dramamine fifteen minutes ago when you three had stopped at a gas station to grab drinks and go to the bathroom, but it wasn't kicking in yet.

"Will," you groaned.

"You okay back there, Short Stack?" he asked and turned around.

"No. How long does this take to work?"

Will studied your face. "You look a little pale." He turned back to face forward. "Jay, take that exit up there and pull into the first parking lot. Y/N looks like she's gonna throw up."

Jay glanced in the rearview mirror. "I'll turn down the heat," he said and fiddled with the dial. "Five minutes, kiddo. Hold on for five minutes."

"It takes about thirty minutes to an hour to kick in, so when we find somewhere to stop, we'll stop for about twenty minutes, and then you should be good. Just close your eyes."

"Okay," you mumbled.

Will said something to Jay, but you didn't catch it.

"Yeah, I'll get it out when we stop."

"Okay, good," Will said.

You didn't know what they were talking about, but frankly, you didn't care. You just wanted the spinning to stop.

Five minutes later, Jay pulled into the first parking lot he saw, which happened to be one for a church. And there was no one in the parking lot other than you, which you were grateful for because you really didn't need other people seeing we you throw up the breakfast that you had eaten earlier.

The minute Jay put the truck in park, you were out of the truck and doubled over.

You heard a door slam and then Will was right next to you.

You dry heaved a couple of times.

"Ugh," you groaned. "I just wanna puke so that it'll stop, but nothing's coming out!"

"I know, I know," Will said. "But sometimes that's all it is."

You groaned again. "I wanna sit down, but I don't wanna sit in the truck because it's too hot."

Will looked around and he saw the church entrance covered by an awning, keeping the area below it free from snow. "How about we walk over to the doors and you can sit under the awning? How's that sound?" You nodded and started walking towards it with Will staying close to you in case you got dizzy or something like that. "Jay's grabbing you some Benadryl from the first aid kit and some water. Hopefully, that'll help."

"Yeah, because I'll be asleep until we get to the cabin," you said as you slumped against the building.

"Exactly."

Will was squatting in front of you, but you needed him to sit down next to you.

"Sit down," you ordered.

"Why?" Will asked, a smile appearing on his face. "So you can use me as a pillow?"

"Yes."

"Fine." He reluctantly agreed and slumped down against the building and you quickly leaned against him and closed your eyes. "Better?"

"Hmm, much."

You heard quick footsteps approaching and opened your eyes.

"Here," Jays said and squatted in front of you two and held out a pill and a bottle of water. "Take this. And then I gotta get a picture of you two to send to Hailey. You two are adorable."

You took the pill and water from Jay and glared at him playfully.

"Yeah, yeah," Will said. "Laugh it up, Jay. But, your ass is sitting in the back because I'm driving now and Y/N needs the front seat so she doesn't puke."

Fifteen minutes later, your Dramamine had finally kicked in and you were back on the road, this time with Will driving, you in the front seat, and Jay stuck in the back.

***

"Perfect. Got it," you heard Jay say as you were just starting to wake up.

You blinked and opened your eyes to see that you were exiting the highway and then you turned to see Jay throwing himself back into the seat where he had been sitting. That got your attention.

"What happened? What were you doing?" you asked and shot up in your seat. Your question was answered by Jay just smiling at you sheepishly and pressing a few buttons on his phone.

A notification popped up on both your and Will's phone.

"Check your phone," Jay told you.

You glared at him and reached for your phone.

It was a notification in the group chat between you, your brothers, and Hailey, which you had named Halsteads x4.

There in the chat was a picture of you sleeping with your mouth wide open and a spot of drool on the front of your hoodie.

You looked between Jay and Will twice and then looked down at your hoodie.

Yup.

The drool was still there.

You wiped at your face just in case there were drool marks near your mouth that the camera didn't pick up.

"That picture doesn't go anywhere except that chat. You hear me?" you ordered.

"Hmmm, I'll think about it," Jay said.

"Yeah, me too," Will agreed.

"You two are assholes."

Will laughed. "Love you, too."

Then, another notification popped up in the same group chat. It was from Hailey.

Awww, she drools almost as much as you, Jay.

"Ha! Shots fired!" you yelled. "I am so glad you married Hailey."

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Jay said sarcastically. "Just park up there," he told Will.

"What are we doing?" you asked.

"We're switching drivers," Jay answered. "I can maneuver this truck on the backroads better than Will. We don't need to run head first into a tree tonight."

"I drive fine, thank you very much," Will argued.

"You almost gave me a heart attack when you slammed on the brakes. Twice! I'm surprised you didn't wake Y/N up!"

"Well, I'm not getting out of the front seat, so you get to sit in the back, Will."

"You are so lucky you're the youngest," was all Will said to that.

***

"So, which one of you is checking for mice?" you asked when Jay put his truck in park in front of the cabin.

"I sprayed that place with rodent repellant and set so many mouse traps before we left in July, you'll be fine," Jay told you.

"No!" you yelled immediately. "You have to go check. I'm not gonna be screaming for one of you to come downstairs in the middle of the night to come catch a mouse for me!"

"Just go check, Jay," Will agreed.

"And you're not coming because...?" Jay asked.

"I'm the one who gets to tell you if your mouse bite is infected if you get bitten. And, you have a gun, I don't."

Jay sighed and unbuckled his seatbelt. "Yes, because if a mouse runs in front of me, I'm gonna shoot it, which is gonna put a hole in the floor. Think, Will!"

"I do more thinking at my job than you do!" Will argued.

You leaned your head against the passenger seat.

Hailey will be here in four days...Hailey will be here in four days..., you kept repeating to yourself.

"Just make sure there's no mice, please. You both do lots of thinking at your jobs. Just, go check the cabin, Jay."

You swore you heard him say that he hated being the middle child when he got out of the truck.

***

Half an hour later, you and Will finally entered the cabin. Jay had confirmed that there were no mice and he hadn't seen one...except for the one in the oven that he burnt to a crisp and then took care of it and put the oven on the self-clean cycle while he searched the rest of the cabin. And, if he did see any more mice while he was searching the rest of the cabin and had to get rid of them, well, he made sure not to tell you that because he wanted you to be able to sleep tonight.

"I get Mom and Dad's room, right?" you asked.

"Yeah," Jay confirmed. "Until Hailey gets here. Then you switch with me and get the loft."

"I should get to share a room with Hailey and you and Will should just stay upstairs," you said.

"I'd like to sleep with my wife, thank you very much." You burst out laughing and Will almost dropped the box he was carrying. "Not like that! Jesus Christ!" Jay tried to walk it back, but it was too late.

"As long as we don't hear any noises, feel free," Will joked with a shit-eating grin on his face. This, in turn, earned him a punch in the arm from Jay.

"I don't need to think about that, you nasties!" you yelled. "La, la, la, la, la, la!" you yelled as you made your way to your room to put down your suitcase and duffle.

Ten minutes later, you had everything inside and had just finished putting fresh sheets and blankets on your bed.

You walked out of the room and asked about the thing you wanted to do the most since you learned about it this morning.

"Can I open my presents now? Please?" you asked.

Jay and Will laughed. "It's like you're five," Will commented.

"At least I don't snoop for my presents. Jay," you said and turned and glared at him.

"That made me into the detective I am today."

"Oh, bullshit!" Will yelled. "But, yes, you can open your presents."

Jay walked upstairs to the loft and came down with two bags.

"Merry early Christmas, kiddo."

You took the bags from him and quickly opened the bigger one first.

Inside, were two Christmas sweaters. One was gray and had a pug wrapped in Christmas lights on it and the other was green and said Fleece Navidad and had a sheep with a Santa hat on it.

"They're so cute!" you exclaimed.

"We figured you needed something festive," Will said. "And, me, Jay, and Hailey all have the dog one so we can match."

"That part was Hailey's idea," Jay chimed in. You opened your mouth to say something, but Jay quickly cut you off. "And she's bringing them up with her. Our's are not here."

You gave him a fake pout, causing both he and Will to laugh. Then, you moved on to the next bag.

"A face mask...body scrub...shower fizzers...fuzzy sloth slippers...nail polish," you said as you took items out of the bag.

"Hailey had the idea for a little self-care kit for you," Jay explained. "So, most of this stuff was her idea."

"Um, I found the slippers, thank you very much," Will said.

You laughed. "Thanks, you guys. I love it."

"I vote hot chocolate and at least the first two Home Alone movies," Jay suggested. "Everyone good with that?"

"As long as you spike the hot chocolate with Bailey's," Will said.

"I second that!" you agreed.

Jay rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll spike the hot chocolate."

***

"Wake up. Y/N, wake up," you heard Will say as he began to gently shake your shoulder.

You rolled over and opened your eyes. "Hmmm. We're on vacation. Let me sleep."

"It's 2:00. You've slept like fourteen hours."

That got you up.

"What? How?"

"Well, you fell asleep on the couch last night—"

"I know that. I mean how did I sleep that long without waking up once?"

"You were tired. Now, get up and get ready. We're cutting down our Christmas tree."

"What? I thought there was a dinky fake one that mom and dad left in the attic from when you and Jay were little."

"Yeah, but we thought it would be more fun if we cut down a tree. It's cold out, so wear layers. And before you ask, yes, coffee is already made."

"Okay, I'll get ready. Hopefully, Jay doesn't hurt himself with the chainsaw."

"Better him than me."

"Will!"

He put his hands up in a sign of surrender. "What?" Will laughed. "It's true!"

You chucked a pillow at him. "Now get outta here so I can change."

***

"Wait!" you yelled as Jay turned on the chainsaw after the three of you picked out a tree.

"What? What's wrong?" Jay asked as he quickly turned off the chainsaw.

"I need you to pick up the axe."

"Why?"

"Yeah, why?" Will parroted.

"Just humor me and pose like you're gonna chop down the tree. Or whack it once. I don't care."

"Why?" Jay asked again.

"For an Instagram post."

"You're not gonna let this go, are you?"

"No."

He sighed. "Fine."

You took out your phone and filmed Jay taking a whack at the tree with the axe.

Then, you pocketed your phone and walked closer to Will. "We don't have a lumberjack, we have a lumber Jay."

Will smiled and shook his head. "That's what you're gonna caption it, aren't you."

"Yup. Shocked you know what that is."

"Oh, Jay's gonna love that. And, I am not that old."

"I'd beg to differ."

"Can I use the chainsaw now?" Jay yelled.

"You're good!" you yelled.

"Will, get over here and direct me!"

Will walked over and you trailed behind him—at a safe distance—to watch this.

"Why am I directing you and not Y/N?" Will asked.

"You know how she is with directions. You're helping me shove this thing into the truck so I can back it up to the door of the house so we can get it inside, too."

"I have very valuable hands!"

"There's extra gloves. Now, c'mon! We're burning daylight here!"

You laughed. "Okay, now you are both officially old!"

***

Later that night after getting the tree inside and decorating it, Jay and Will were both immersed in their card game upstairs on the floor of the loft. They tried to convince you to come play with them, but they were playing Euchre and you had no idea to how to play, and to be honest, you had no desire to learn how to play.

So, you decided now was the perfect time to sneak off to Jay's truck and try and find the wifi password for it.

You grabbed Jay's keys off the hook by the door and then quietly opened the door and went outside.

You thought the smartest thing to do would be to open the driver's side door with the key instead of hitting the buttons.

You did this and then got in the driver's seat and looked for the wifi network.

Nothing.

You reloaded your settings and even turned your phone off and on again, but still nothing.

You turned the key in the truck and the engine quickly revved to life.

But, this alerted your brothers and they came running outside before you could even attempt to put the password in.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jay yelled as he yanked open the door. "Get out! Now."

"Jay, relax," Will told him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure Y/N has a perfectly fine explanation for this." He locked eyes with you. "Don't you, Y/N?"

"I wanted the wifi."

"For?" Jay probed and raised an eyebrow.

"To watch the Hawks game."

"To watch—" Jay looked down and shook his head and started laughing. "You wanted my truck's wifi to watch the Hawks game?"

"Yeah," you answered quietly. Even though you were 22, Jay could still easily change into the scary detective in front of you in a heartbeat.

"Why didn't you just come tell me?" he asked.

"Because I thought you'd say no."

"And you're right."

"Jay! Why would you—" Will started, but Jay quickly cut him off.

"Right that I won't let you connect to it. But, I'll pull the truck around closer to the cabin, put it in auxiliary, and then you can watch the game on my laptop. That sound okay?" 

"Yes!" You jumped out of the truck so that Jay could get in and move it.

At the end of the night, the three of you were all exhausted from cutting down the tree and the game was high scoring and went into a shootout that Jay almost forgot to go back outside and turn off his truck.

***

The next day was a very relaxing day. You used all your self-care stuff and read a book and drank warm wine throughout the day while Jay and Will spent time in the barn doing who knows what.

The next day was spent similarly, except for the fact that it was mostly Jay who was holed up in the barn all day while you convinced Will to make cookies and watch all of the Santa Claus movies with you.

Will periodically went out to the barn to help Jay, and even though you wanted to go in, every time you tried to, you were stopped by either Jay or Will—one time Jay had to actually carry you back inside the cabin—and they wouldn't tell you a single thing about that they were doing in there.

Now it was finally the 23rd and Hailey was going to be here soon. Jay had to wake up early to get to the airport to pick her up, but he had promised that he'd bring breakfast back for you and Will, mainly because Will couldn't cook and you hated cooking things for multiple people (you always made either too little or too much).

***

Once Jay got back with Hailey and the four of you ate breakfast, you quickly led Hailey into your room.

"What's the rush?" she asked with a big smile on her face.

"I need help wrapping Will and Jay's gifts and I need to do it before they make me go upstairs because Jay snoops and there's a lock on this door."

"Ohhh. I got it."

"Also, did Jay tell you what the two of them were doing in the garage? They've been holed up in there for two days and when I try to go in, they stop me."

Hailey shook her head. "Jay didn't mention that."

You crossed your arms over your chest and cocked an eyebrow. "Are you just saying that because he told you to say that or because you actually don't know?"

Hailey laughed. "I really don't know, Y/N. You look like Jay when you do that, though. He does that a lot in interrogations."

You quickly uncrossed your arms. "Please never say I look like him again."

Hailey shook her head. "Okay. Now, what are we wrapping?"

***

"You wake 'em up," you hissed at Will on Christmas morning.

"No, you," Will argued back.

"You've seen the body parts! I don't need to see a penis on Christmas!"

"Well, I don't need to see my brother's penis or my sister-in-law's boobs. Seeing a patient's for medical purposes is different."

"You're older!"

"That's seriously the best argument you could come up with?"

"Yes, now—"

"You know we can hear you, right?" Jay yelled from the living area below you. "Me and Hailey have been up for an hour."

"Oh, well this is awkward," you said quietly so that only Will could hear you.

"We're coming down now, Jay!" Will yelled down and then proceeded to get out of bed and walk downstairs.

When Will was downstairs, you made your way over to the closet and changed your shirt into the sweater with a pug with Christmas lights on it. Then, you grabbed Will's from the dresser and headed downstairs.

"You forgot this," you told Will.

You had suggested that all four of you wear your matching Christmas sweaters today and Hailey enthusiastically agreed. After that, Jay texted you that this would be Hailey's first Christmas where she's not alone or with her family and he wanted to make it as special as possible. And, it would be the first one where they were actually married.

Will quickly put on the sweater and Jay threw a Santa hat to you.

"You're Santa this year, kiddo," he told you, which meant that you would be the one passing out the presents.

"Ho, ho, ho," you said and placed it on your head.

Then, you grabbed your present to Jay and Hailey to give to them.

***

Half an hour later all the gifts were open and you thought you had done a pretty good job with your gift-giving this year. You had given Hailey and Jay a set of brand-new pots and pans since they were always complaining about the ones they had. And then, you added something small for each of them such as a pack of fancy face masks and tea for Hailey and a six-pack of beer from around the world for Jay. For Will, you had gotten him a customized stethoscope with the Blackhawks logo and their colors inscribed with his name. You reassured him that Maggie had helped you order so it was up to doctors' and nurses' standards.

"We have one more gift for you and Hailey," Jay said.

You looked around. "Where?"

"Grab your shoes and come out to the garage."

As the four of you walked out to the garage in the cold weather and through a dusting of snow on the ground, you asked Hailey if she knew what was going on.

She said she had no idea.

"Merry Christmas," Jay said with a huge smile on his face as he opened the garage.

Sitting in the center of the garage was what looked like a homemade hockey net, made out of what looked to be wood and painted red and black for the Blackhawks and then rope tied in small knots between the posts as the net. There were two hockey sticks and when you looked closer you saw that one said your first initial followed by Halstead on the shaft of your stick and then H. Upton-Halstead on the shaft of Hailey's. There were also two pairs of hockey skates and a burgundy bag filled with hockey pucks.

"Now you see what we've been doing in the garage for so long," Will told you.

"You two built all this?" you asked, astonished, as you picked up your stick.

"We just built the net," Jay answered. "Me and Will know a guy from playing pickup who knows a guy who makes custom sticks, so he made those." Jay looked at Hailey with a puzzled look. She looked like she wanted to cry. "You okay, babe?"

"I just- I don't know how to skate," she answered quietly.

Jay put an arm around her. "That's okay. I'll teach you."

"We thought of that," Will said and quickly came back with a folding chair. "You can bring this on the river to help keep your balance." He turned to you. "As for you, I'm teaching you how to hockey stop."

"Why?"

"Because, when we play two-on-two, you're on my team and I don't want to lose."

Jay scoffed. "We both know I'm the better shooter here."

"The rule is we have to keep the puck on the ground. No wrist shots, bud. I don't feel like having to do impromptu stitches."

"Hmm, we might actually win," you said.

"What do you guys say?" Jay asked. "After we have cinnamon rolls for breakfast, wanna start skating? And then we can come in and all work on lunch together?"

"You promise I won't have a broken arm after this?" Hailey asked.

Jay laughed. "I will try my best."

Then, the four of you went back inside and ate a breakfast of cinnamon rolls and coffee. Then, you brought everything down to the frozen river and started lacing up your skates for a day on the ice.

Over the next week while you were at the cabin, Hailey successfully learned how to skate and how to protect the puck with her stick, and Will successfully taught you how to hockey stop—you were better at stopping with your right skate forward than your left skate—and Jay taught you how to do a wrist shot. And, nobody needed stitches or broke an arm or any other bone.

You would say that this was a great way to spend Christmas away from everyone, but still with the people you loved.

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Chicago Fire Season 6 Ep. 19 "Where I Want to Be"

Casey is skeptical of Cordova after a lot of money was found missing from a fire at a drug cartel's house. Kidd makes a big decision.

If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

Otis is working hard in therapy. Chief Boden talked to Otis, who said he's frustrated and wants to keep therapy going. The team heads out to a fire.

Some heavy equipment overheated and it's an active crime scene. Inside, there are drugs and money. People are trapped inside. Stella is calling Cordova for help, but he isn't there. Cordova suddenly appears. Captain Casey asks where he was. Cordova says he saw something. The captain tells him to help out with Kelly and the team. Stella is still trying to break down a door when help arrives. A woman is rescued and taken to the hospital. After the fire, Chief thanks Captain for a good job.

The Chief asks how Cordova is doing. He says he's OK. Otis watches the news about the fire. Herrmann says drug dealers put all their money in one place. They need to diversify. Otis says they need Herrmann to manage their money. Herrmann says someone needs to teach them about money.

Sylvie asks Stella how life is with Kelly. She says great, then mentions something his mother said: he can be fickle about relationships. Sylvie says Kelly has changed since his wedding in Vegas. Stella wants to know more, but they get a call and have to go.

Sylvie and Gabby arrive at the scene of a gang hit. Five victims were killed and left on the back of a car trunk with the word "LADRON," meaning "thief," written on it. At the station, Antonio says, the cartel has been active since the fire. $100,000 is missing, and they'll search until they find it. It'll be a bloody month.

Kelly and Stella are alone. She asks if he was ever married. Kelly asks who told her, but she doesn't say. Kelly says it was a crazy time. They had both just lost people they loved. Stella says it would have been good to have heard about it. She asks if there are other secrets. He says no, he was young when this happened.

Gabby sees Marlena, the fire victim. She says she doesn't know about the drugs. Gabby asks if she knows who stole the money. Marlena asks Gabby if she knows what happens to people who talk. They cut off your limbs and your head. Marlena tells Gabby that someone tried to kill her. There was a lot of smoke, he was over six feet tall with a heavy coat, and he pushed her into the cage and shut it. She thought she was dead.

Antonio asks the captain questions about the day of the fire. The captain says Cordova disappeared for a while. Antonio looks like he knows something. The captain asks him to tell him if it involves his unit. Otis is at the bar. He tells Sylvie that HQ said he's training too hard. Sylvie says he should slow down and not risk his career. Captain talks to Cordova about the missing money. Cordova was the only person in the room. Cordova is angry and raises his voice. He says he wants the Captain gone because he's with his wife. The Captain tells him to calm down. Gabby tells Captain he was asking Cordova the wrong questions. She says she hasn't looked at this objectively because she has a past relationship with Cordova.

Herrmann's wife comes to the station and tells him that she was to talk about Lee Henry. He was watching porn in his apartment. Stella is checking the equipment. The Captain comes in and speaks to her. She asks if he knew Kelly was married. He says not to worry. Stella says Kelly always holds back from her. He says he deals with things like that and just tries to be patient.

The Chief and Captain call Cordova into his office. The Captain apologizes for the other night. The Chief tells Cordova this is off the record. Cordova says he saw someone in the fire and went after him, but couldn't get to him because of the smoke. He was a tall guy. He says he should have followed orders, but he wanted to prove he deserved to stick around. That's all he is guilty of. Cordova asks Gabby to stand by him, but she refuses. There's a call. It's an accident with a baby stroller on a bridge. IT was a drive-by shooting. The captain saves the baby while Herrmann and Cordova help.

Back at the station, Otis talks to Cordova. Cordova says he's been floating for two years and likes it here. Cordova says he's rooting for Otis on the next assessment. Otis tells the Captain that Cordova is a good guy and doesn't want to hold everyone back. If he doesn't get his clearance, he is going to step back. The captain asks Kelly for help with a file.

Herrmann takes the apartment from his son and might rent it. Kelly asks Herrmann if he's serious about renting the aparment. She might rent it from him and move out. Herrmann says it's hers if she wants it.

Kelly has found something in the home where the fire was. There is unaccounted space that may be enough for someone to hide. The captain, chief, and Cordova go over his steps. He takes them to a room where he followed the ghost. They find a trapdoor and a guy inside on the floor. They found the money on the guy's body. Antonio will tell people the money was found and ask them to stop the violence. Captain apologizes to Cordova for doubting him. He says he'll call HQ as soon as they have an opening.

At the station, Stella tells Kelly she asked Herrmann if she could move in with him. Kelly is surprised. She says she's concerned because he was only married for a month. Gabby looks mad at Captain when Cordova arrives. He says he can't join 51 because he doesn't want to cause trouble and wants to move on. The captain says he has to do what's right and will support him. Cordova says he's lucky. Captain says Gabby hears it and she's touched.

Otis is at the hospital. The team is texting him to support him It makes him happy. Stella is moving in with Herrmann. Kelly arrives and is surprised. She says it doesn't change how she feels. Kelly says he doesn't care where she lives.

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Mika - Brian Zvonecek x Reader

“Hey, did I just find your wife passed out on your bunk?” Herrmann asked, jerking his thumb towards the bunkroom. Brian glanced up; his son Mika nestled deep into the confines of his chest. At three months old your son was already a handful; Brian still couldn’t believe the two of you had made something so perfect. He brushed that flock of dark hair away from Mika’s forehead with gentle fingertips.

“He’s been keeping her awake all night while I’m on shift.” Brian explained, shushing the baby as he grumbled. “She brought him over to get some air and ended up falling asleep, I thought I’d let her get some rest before I give back this tiny tyrant.”

“He takes after you, you know.” Herrmann said, chucking Mika under the chin. “Always curious, wanting to know what’s going on in the world. I bet he’s been a terror, a tiny terror.”

Brian laughed, his fingertip trailing over that tiny rosy cheek.

“Sometimes he is.” He said quietly. “Sometimes like now, he’s an absolute dream.”

“Lee-Henry was an angry little thing.” Herrmann confessed to Brian, the left side of his mouth quirking up. “He used to keep Cindy up at all hours, screaming and crying, tantrums. We thought we were going to have to get him exorcized.”

“Trust me it’s Annabel you should be worried about.” Brian told him. “She tried to mouse trap me the last time I babysat. It felt like I was in a Home Alone movie.”

“Yea well, you’ve got all of that to look forward to.” Herrmann informed him. “This being a father thing isn’t easy, but you make it look like a breeze.”

“I think I underestimated how many big changes come with such a little guy.” Brian said, swaying gently from side to side. “It means a lot you know, coming from you. I just…”

Brian trailed off, blinking quickly as he gazed down at his son. He swallowed hard against the well of emotion in his throat. His eyes stung as he smiled down at the baby in his arms.

“I just wish that my dad could have met him you know?”

Herrmann’s hand came to rest upon his shoulder, squeezing lightly.

“You’re a great father Otis.” Herrmann told him. “I think your dad would be proud.”

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LOL it was Herrmann to Lee Henry in the 2nd episode during the CFD picnic

😂😂😂😅 figures he'd be threatening one of his kids

[byneddiedingo]

James Stewart and Kim Novak in Vertigo (Alfred Hitchcock, 1958)

Cast: James Stewart, Kim Novak, Barbara Bel Geddes, Tom Helmore, Henry Jones, Raymond Bailey, Ellen Corby, Konstantin Shayne, Lee Patrick. Screenplay: Alec Coppel, Samuel A. Taylor, based on a novel by Pierre Boileau and Thomas Narcejac. Cinematography: Robert Burks. Art direction: Henry Bumstead, Hal Pereira. Film editing: George Tomasini. Music: Bernard Herrmann. 

Yes, Vertigo is a great movie. No, it's not the greatest movie ever made, and to call it that does the film a disservice, inviting skeptics to investigate and overemphasize its flaws. The central flaw is narrative; Vertigo is at heart a preposterous melodrama, and the film raises questions that probably shouldn't be asked: How, for instance, did Scottie (James Stewart) get down from that gutter he was hanging onto after the cop fell to his death? How did Gavin Elster (Tom Helmore) arrange to be at the top of that tower with his dead wife at the exact time when Madeleine (Kim Novak) and Scottie were climbing it? Why is the coroner (Henry Jones) so needlessly hostile to Scottie at the inquest? And so on, until the screenplay by Alec Coppel and Samuel A.Taylor reveals itself to be a thing of shreds and patches. If it is a great film, it's because it had a great director, and that almost no one will gainsay. Alfred Hitchcock drew a magnificent performance from Novak, an actress everyone else underestimated. (And one that he, initíally, didn't want: He was grooming Vera Miles for the role until she became pregnant.) He helped Stewart to one of the highlight performances of his career. He inspired Bernard Herrmann to compose one of the most powerful and evocative film scores ever written -- one whose expression of erotic longing rivals passages in Richard Wagner's Tristan und Isolde. He worked with cinematographer Robert Burks to transform San Francisco and environs into one of the great movie sets. And he turned what could have been a routine thriller (which is what many critics thought it was at the time of its release) into one of the most analyzed and commented-upon films ever made. It will never be my favorite Hitchcock film: I place it below Notorious (1946), Rear Window (1954), North by Northwest (1959), and Psycho (1960) in my personal ranking of his greatest films, and I enjoy rewatching The 39 Steps (1935), The Lady Vanishes (1938), Foreign Correspondent (1940), and Strangers on a Train (1951) more than I do Vertigo. Yet I still yield to its portrayal of passionate obsession and its masterly blend of all the elements of cinema technology into a kind of Gesamtkunstwerk in which the whole transcends the sometimes indifferent parts.

[agendaculturaldelima]

#ProyeccionDeVida

📣 Kino Cat / Cine Tulipán, presenta:

🎬 “VÉRTIGO. DE ENTRE LOS MUERTOs”

🔎 Género: Intriga / Drama Psicológico / Thriller / Película de Culto

⌛️ Duración: 120 minutos

✍️ Guion: Alec Coppel, Samuel Taylor y Maxwell Anderson

📕 Novela: Pierre Boileau y Thomas Narcejac

🎼 Música: Bernard Herrmann

📷 Fotografía: Robert Burks

💥 Argumento: Scottie Fergusson (James Stewart) es un detective de la policía de San Francisco que padece de vértigo. Cuando un compañero cae al vacío desde una cornisa mientras persiguen a un delincuente, Scottie decide retirarse. Gavin Elster (Tom Helmore), un viejo amigo del colegio, lo contrata para un caso aparentemente muy simple: que vigile a su esposa Madeleine (Kim Novak), una bella mujer que está obsesionada con su pasado.

👥 Reparto: Kim Novak (Madeleine Elster, Judy Barton), James Stewart (John Ferguson), Barbara Bel Geddes (Midge Wood), Jack Ano, Tom Helmore (Gavin Elster), Ellen Corby (Administradora de Hotel McKittrick), Raymond Bailey (Médico de Scottie), Henry Jones (Juez de Instrucción), Lee Patrick (Dueño del Coche perdido por Madeleine), Konstantin Shayne (Pop Leibel) y Joanne Genthon (Carlotta Valdes)

📢 Dirección: Alfred Hitchcock

© Productoras: Paramount Pictures & Alfred J. Hitchcock Productions

🌎 País: Estados Unidos

📅 Año: 1958

📽 Proyección:

📆 Martes 30 de Julio

🕘 9:30pm. 

🐈‍ El Gato Tulipán (Bajada de Baños 350 – Barranco)

🚶‍♀️🚶‍♂️ Ingreso libre

[timeguardians]

@storminmyveins continued from X

He was always the idyllic and compassionate father-figure in Dawson's book. Christopher Herrmann was sentimental, kind, and attentive to his family. She had noticed the stark contrast to her OWN father almost immediately, for he was damn-near the exact opposite. Her own father was a wanton lush who walked out on her family at every opportunity to do so. So, when she denoted the expression, she KNEW she had to pry.

Casting aside the burdens of the latest call, she slunks down on the cot next to his. "College? Already?" Dawson unleashes a small, amused whistle. She was going to tack on a joke about Herrman's age, but this once, she refrains. "So? How are you and Cindy taking it? Does he have his options picked out?" She's genuinely interested in the venture.

She nods, having once felt that way about Louie before he was ripped from her life. "Oh, come on, Herrmann, next thing you know Lee Henry will be passing you and Cindy grandbabies." Gabby remarks, as if, he wasn't already anxious enough about the passage of time. This time, it is annunciated teasingly.

At his inquiry, she nods. "Tell you what, why don't you let Sylvie and I babysit. You can take Cindy to the nicest place in town. I'm sure you guys could use the break".

[storminmyveins-archived]

Herrmann just gave a slight shake of his head. ❝ Ah, just the usual. Kids are growing, Lee Henry going off to college, just the usual family stuff.❞ he does smile though as there is one thing he takes a lot of pride in and that's his family. Both the one at home and one here at the fire house. ❝ You take pride in it, you know. Watching everyone grow but at the same time...you want to slow time down. Sometimes make it stop before it gets too far away from you.❞ now he knows he's sounding sentimental.

❝ Is it obvious that the youngest is keeping me up ? Because he's been keeping me up. ❞

❝ Talk to me. ❞ (Gabby to Herman - cause she NEEDS a good father figure) @timeguardians

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Saving Pegasus

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by angelgirl3686

When Atlantis is getting ready to head back to the Pegasus Galaxy, General O'Neill decides to stack the odds in their favor. It's time for Atlantis to become a fully functioning city and take the fight to the Wraith.

Words: 316, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Chicago PD (TV), Chicago Fire, Chicago Med, Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis, NCIS, Arrow (TV 2012)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Connor Rhodes (Chicago Med), Tommy Merlyn, Malcolm Merlyn, Jay Halstead, Will Halstead, Kim Burgess, Adam Ruzek, Makayla Burgess, Maggie Lockwood, Kelly Severide, Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz, Antonio Dawson, Laura Dawson, Eva Dawson, Diego Dawson, Alvin Olinsky, Meredith Olinsky, Lexi Olinsky, Michelle Sovana, Sarah Reese, Crockett Marcel, Christopher Herrmann, Cindy Hermann, Lee Henry Herrmann, Luke Herrmann, Max Herrmann, Kenny James Herrmann, Annabelle Herrmann, Stella Kidd, Gabriella Dawson, Anthony DiNozzo, Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson (Stargate), Vala Mal Doran, John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Ronan Dex, Teyla Emmagan

Relationships: Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz/Jay Halstead, Alvin Olinsky/Meredith Olinsky, Christopher Hermann/Cindy Hermann, Stella Kidd/Kelly Severide, Kim Burgess/Adam Ruzek

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, City Atlantis

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[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

My Best Friend's Family: MasterList

Christopher Herrmann x Teen!Fem!Reader, Herrmann Family x Teen!Reader

Summary: When everything seems to be falling apart your best friend, Lee Henry and his family are there to help.

Warnings: Single parent, death of a parent, child abuse, physical and mental abuse, adoption

Reader's Age: 16

Takes Place In Season 4

Playlist

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Finale

Taglist: Add Yourself Here

On going series

[anotheronechicagobog]

The Heroic Heralds of the Hectic Hermann Horde - Chapter 4 - The First Date

written by: @anotheronechicagobog​

warnings: none really

To the surprise of actually no one but Kylie, Lee Henry asked her out on a date after months of the pair denying the chemistry between the two of them. The news spread through the firehouse faster than any other piece of gossip had in years. Most thought it was cute, Stella and Hermann thought it was about time, Kelly was the only skeptic. The reason why was fairly obvious; the ex-player was afraid of his daughter being played. It didn't matter that Kelly had watched Lee Henry grow up, he was still a hormonal teenage boy, and Kelly knew all too well what teenage boys were capable of.

The night of the date was upon them much faster than Kelly would have liked. Stella, Sylvie, and Violet were helping an eager Kylie get ready while Kelly was prepping a little 'surprise' for Lee Henry at the kitchen table. Now, Kelly didn't have any guns to clean in front of him and no one in Intelligence would let him borrow any unfortunately, so he was instead cleaning Benny's old axe collection. After his father had passed and Kelly had been put in charge of the estate there hadn't been much he'd wanted to keep. Old files were given to OFI, furniture from everywhere but the cabin was donated, and his various old collections were sold, donated, or thrown out as necessary. The only collection that had actually caught Kelly's interest was of axes. From various fire departments, cities, and states. Benny's interest in axes would've been concerning had he not been a firefighter.

He was sharpening the third out of seventeen when there was a knock on the door. "Come in!"

"Hi Kelly, do you know if Kylie's ready?"

"Kelly is that Lee Henry? Tell him that she'll be ready in five minutes!"

"I won't have to, he just heard you bellow it across the loft!" He chuckled for a minute, able to see Stella's eye roll and smirk vividly, despite the brick wall between them. Lee Henry sitting across from him brought his focus back to the task at hand; scaring the crap out of this little bastard. Before Kelly could pull an ominous expression to his face or start to make vague threats while continuing to sharpen his axes, Lee Henry grabbed the second sharpening stone, an axe, and started to... Make small talk while sharpening an axe. This little punk was completely ignoring his attempts to threaten him! "... The donut shop Kylie works at just got some new flavours and she brought some over last week, I'm pretty sure that Kenny's addicted to blue cotton candy donuts now which is hilarious because his tongue's always blue-"

"Are you seriously talking about donuts right now?"

"Well, I hardly thought that you'd want to listen to me talk about how excited I am to be going out on a date with your daughter, but sure, I could talk about that instead."

"Are you out of your?!-"

"Lee!"

"Hey, Kylie, wow- you uh- you look beautiful." She did, she really did. The detailed orange dress suited her well, the white cardigan and brown flats she wore with it complimented it even more, and he did feel proud, knowing that she chose those clothes herself because he and Stella had earned her trust. He still wasn't happy she was dating, though.

"Thank- why are you and Kelly holding axes?"

"Oh, I don't know actually. He was sharpening them when I got here, and I figured I'd help until you were ready. We can get going now, though."

"Have her back by ten." Kelly's gruff voice stole the attention of everyone in the room, the older women rolled their eyes as Stella wrapped an arm around her sulking fiancé, "what Kelly means is, Kylie's curfew is 11:30 and that while we hope you have fun we want you to be responsible, and that he's sorry he tried to intimidate you with tools that can also be used as weapons, even though that backfired."

"That's what he was trying to do? I thought he was just making sure the axes were sharp, I help my dad with that all the time." Kelly's scowl only deepened as his fiancée, friends, daughter, and her date, laughed at him. He turned to glare and the teenage boy who was holding his daughter's hand, trying to burn a hole through him with his mind, as they laughed themselves out the door.

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"Kelly, are you still staring at the door? It's only been half an hour!"

"Stella, do you have any idea what they could be doing in half an hour? Never mind the extra time you gave them by extending her curfew?"

"Oh, if the teenage Kelly Severide could watch you now, oh how the tables have turned."

[milliondollarbaby87]

Vertigo (1958) Review

John “Scottie” Ferguson had recently retired early as a Detective for the San Francisco Police Department due to his vertigo. His obsessive nature will not work out well when he becomes involved with Madeline Elster the wife of his client Gavin.

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[agentcable]

Chicago Fire Season 5 Ep. 18 "Take a Knee"

Casey finds a new crack house with a female junkie; Dawson and Brett get a new trainee; Severide's father visits.

If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

Anna and Lieutenant Severide are at his home discussing a trip to a cabin. He gets a call from CPD's Sergeant Trudy Platt. Severide picks up his father, Benny, at the precinct. Benny was drunk and got into a fight. they aren't pressing charges, but Trudy says she won't call his son next time.

On the way to the firehouse, Gabby tells her husband Lieutenant Casey, that she has a trainee today. They see a house with people around it. Matt says it's a new crack house.

At the firehouse, Gabby and Sylvie meet their tainee for the day, Harris Thornton. Chief Boden orders the trainee to observe and not give medical advice.

Severide walks in with his father, who sits on the couch to sleep. The alarms go off. Everyone goes to a freezer where a man has been stuck for hours. They can only see his fingers. Severide and Matt give orders to their crews. Gabby takes Harris to get more blankets and fluids. Joe Cruz wants to save the man and his fingers in a different way. Severide agrees to try it. They hopen the freezer and find he has a pulse. Brett says she'll deal with his fingers on the way. Harris seems dazed, but Severide pats Cruz on the back for the good idea.

On the way back, Matt tells Otis to turn the corner. They check out the new neighbours. In front of the house is a locked car with a toddler inside. Matt breaks the window, but the mother comes running out and speeds off. Stella gets a picture of her license plate.

Matt tells Boden about the incident. Boden says he'll give the license plate number to the police. Benny jokes that in the old days, they had different ways of dealing with crack houses. They all laugh.

Cindy Herrmann comes to see her husband, Christopher Herrmann. She tells him their son was suspended for taking a knee instead of pledging allegiance to the flag. Herrmann is furious and tells her to drop him off at the firehouse after she gets him from school. He storms off and the others laugh.

Gabby tells Harris that after every successful run, they get junk food. The second rule is to take the job seriously. Otherwise, he won't last a year. Harris says his family doesn't support him. He wants to be a paramedic because of a bike accident he had when he was 12. The EMTs get another call.

They arrive at a restaurant. Three teens are on the floor, vomiting and in pain. Brett asks where the staff are. Gabby checks if anyone else is there. Harris crawals behind the counter and finds another person. He says the oven cleaner could have caused cyanide poisoning. Harris thinks he's having a heart attack and starts chest compressions. He stops when he thinks he killed him. Gabby says he has a pulse, but is mad at Harris for breaking the man's rib. She asks him which part of "Observe Only!" did he not understand?

After the run, she calls him a kid but says she would have done the same. Detective Alvin Olinsky talks to Matt about the drug house and the woman.

Cindy brings Lee Henry to his father. She says they raised the prices on the vending machines and he can say what he thinks. He can also choose not to pledge allegiance if he doesn't want to. Herrmann says, "He is a Herrmann before he is an American. He tells him what his rights are! Herrmanns don't disrespect things they love, like country, freedom, and history." The firefighters don't know where to go as Herrmann rants to his son.

Benny tells his son that Beth kicked him out months ago. He says Severide is just like him, willing to mess up for a woman. He says he isn't like his father. Benny wants to go to dinner so he can meet her.

Matt tells Gabby about the crack house. He couldn't get the image of the kid in the car seat. She says he did the right thing. Boden has the address. He can pursue it off shift. But Chief Hatcher is there to see Gabby and Brett about their last call.

Hatcher wants to know if Harris did CPR on a patient and broke a rib. If so, he'll be dismissed from the training program. Gabby takes the blame, saying she ordered him to do it. Brett says they both did it because there were multiple victims and it was Harris who figured out it was cyanide poisoning. Chief Boden stands with them. Harris is willing to admit his mistake. Brett and Gabby said one more mark on their file doesn't matter. Gabby says the most important thing is to save lives. They go their separate ways.

Herrmann, Mouch, and Boden are leaving the firehouse. Herrmann says they're meeting with school officials about the protest. Herrmann asks what he'll say. Boden says he should listen more than he speaks. Mouch says he should bring doughnuts. Herrmann and Cindy meet with the VP. He says their apology should be given to the whole school. He says they have a zero-tolerance policy for hate speech. The VP says their son learned this from them at home. Herrmann gets angry and starts ranting about American rights that protect people from bullies like the VP.

Severide tells Anna her father wants to meet her, but warns her she'll be disappointed. She says she has to work late on Friday but plans to learn everything about Kelly Severide. He says that's what he's afraid of.

Matt asks a neighbor if the police have been to the woman's house. Matt rings the bell. A man answers, holding a toddler. The woman rushes to the door, asking if she is dead. Matt looks confused. Matt sits with them as they explain that Chelsea, their 18-year-old daughter, is using drugs again. Her father says he's to blame because he kicked her out. When they called the police, Chelsea was arrested for dealing drugs. The courts don't want to hear she's a victim. The mother says the man controls her daughter. She says his name is Rico or Roho, and he threatened to kill her. The father says they lost their daughter. Matt knows how it feels. The mother wants to talk to her, but can't. They ask him not to call the police. Matt asks for a day.

The firefighters want to know what happened and joke that they will search the woods behind Herrmann's place. Herrmann says Lee Henry is smart. Stella asks if Herrmann heard.

Matt learns the CPD will raid the house in two days. Everyone will be arrested. Matt asks him to stop, but Olinsky says this was planned before Matt called. Matt explains about Chelsea. Olinsky promises to talk to his guy, but Narcotics is ready for the raid. It's hard to stop it.

Harris shows up at his shift, but he's not training with Gabby and Brett anymore. He thanks them for training him, but he's going to be a paramedic no matter what. Brett likes training, but Gabby says she shouldn't poke a bear because it will bite. They should be lucky. Gabby meets Matt in the hallway. He says the police are going to raid the drug house. She learns it's not good because there's a victim inside who could go to jail. He says he'll talk to Boden. She mocks him, saying he'll "Gabby Dawson" this.

Matt tells Boden what he learned from Chelsea's parents. He saw the guy holding her. He's bad news. He says they don't need to "burn anything down," but they're just going to "knock." The firetruck arrives. Matt and Herrmann say they smell smoke inside the house. He kicks in the door and orders everyone out. The dangerous man asks what they're doing with the machete. He holds a machete to Chelsea's throat. He tells the firefighters to leave because there's no fire. Matt says the fire is in the walls and orders them to get it. Otis and Mouch start spraying their fire extinguishers.

He attacks Matt with a machete. Herrmann sprays him with an extinguisher as Matt uses a crowbar to disarm him. They fight, but Matt tells his guys to leave. Chelsea is leaning against the wall as Matt promises to help. She yells that they don't know her. When her parents come in, she cries. Her father says he was wrong to throw her out. Stella says she's been there too. The only difference is her parents weren't alive to help her. Chelsea is surprised her mom came. She promises to hold her the whole time. Chelsea breaks down, saying she just wants to be free. Her parents hold her tight and tell her she is free. Boden says the police can come as soon as they leave.

Gabby learns Chelsea is in Chicago Med detoxing. Stella says her husband was amazing. Gabby says, "What else is new?" Chief Hatcher says Gabby and Brett have to go through retraining next shift. Gabby is angry but says she'll do it if they pay her to sit in a warm classroom.

Herrmann asks Mouch and Boden for a favor, but won't tell them what it is. Boden agrees, and Mouch does too. He takes them to a VFW breakfast to teach his son about rights. He introduces his son's military friends, who were injured in the line of duty. Everyone stands and holds a hand over their hearts as they pledge allegiance to the flag.

Chelsea and her parents meet Dr. Sarah Reese at the hospital. She tells Matt and Stella that she's physically fine but mentally it'll take time. She's optimistic though as she's going to rehab tomorrow. Stella says she's calling Gabby because she's buying drinks. Matt says he's texting everyone else because he's buying drinks.

Dinner with Benny is just what Severide expected. Benny brings Trish as his date. When Anna arrives, Severide is happy to find out she's a pediatric nurse. Anna watches, then leaves. Severide chases her. Severide says he's not Benny. He's always avoided that. She thinks moving to Chicago was a mistake. She feels they're wrong for each other and were idiots not to see it. Her family says she was making a mistake, and she is. She gets in a cab and leaves him standing there.

[sheetsonfire]

Ears and Tears

Summary: Time-rewind. A moment in the past where Kelly takes care of his little sister, Y/N, when she’s feeling unwell.

A/N: This is a time-rewind fic. A young Kelly Severide is due to start at the Fire Academy in the late fall, in the meantime, he’s been put in charge of babysitting his younger sister, the reader.

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Sister!Reader, Christopher Herrmann

Genre: Slight angst, humour, fluff

Word Count: 2612

This morning, you had complained about a slight ear earache, something you had often struggled with over the years. It was a throwaway complaint, something that would be remedied with painkillers and rest where the long shift at the firehouse allowed. Kelly had told you to keep him updated and to let him know if you were struggling, to which you kissed his cheek and ruffled his salt and pepper hair, smiling brightly at your big brother.

Now, Kelly was seeking out some leftovers from the fridge when he overheard Herrmann sharing an anecdote from one of Lee Henry’s childhood incidents, you were laughing and looking at Chris with fondness as he regaled one of the many adventures from fatherhood. Kelly never really mentioned it much to his co-workers and friends, but as your big brother, he had felt much like a father to you at times. Your earache as an adult took him back to one of your first earaches as a kid, a weekend where it was just you and him at home.

[Flashback]

Your Dad, Benny, was on yet another one of his fishing trips, avoiding the mess he had created back home. As such, your mom was also away on a ‘break’ at her sister’s in Michigan. This left you with your big brother Kelly for company which was, to be honest, the absolute freakin’ best.

You were the light of his life, the reason he stayed determined and motivated even all through the moments of trouble, rebellion, and uncertainty. No matter how many arguments he had with your dad he reminded himself that, despite his own bitterness, your mom was hurting too. As such, he put his focus on doing right by you whilst she took the time she obviously needed.

Which was why he was currently pushing you in the shopping cart, looking for supplies for the weekend.

“Do you want Cheerios or Wheat Chex, kiddo?”

“Cheerioooos!” You put your arms up, fists in the air like it was a sporting achievement to watch the Cheerio box get placed in the cart by your big brother. You had him chuckling as he continued pushing you and the groceries down the aisles.

You’re gawking at all the colourful packaging and choices that the confectionary aisle has to offer, breaking into giggles as Kelly ruffles your unruly short curls of hair.

“Have you thought about what movie we’re watching tonight?”

You place your hand on your face, stroking your imaginary beard, pondering the answer. This was a new thing you had picked up from the pirate in one of your Saturday morning shows. Again, it made your brother laugh.

“I wanna watch… Ju- Jura-sick Park!”

“Jurassic Park?”

“Yep!”

Kelly looks at you, uncertain, “Are you sure you won’t find it too scary, short stuff?”

You scowl at your brother, how dare he even suggest the notion?

“No, I love it, the T-rex stomps everywhere, and then the big ones eat all the leaves! I don’t like the ones with the big claws though, they’re too mean…”

“The velociraptors?”

“Yeah, the veci-raptors, they’re scary!”

Kelly smiles again, looking at you, your brown eyes full of warmth and wonder.

“I agree, kiddo. I agree.”

You’re nearly done with the grocery run when you start to feel a bit icky, your eyes are stinging from sleepiness, and you feel all wobbly in your head. You’re holding your stuffed Dalmatian, it’s got a ‘Fire Chief’ hat on its head, as the discomfort looms over you, you clutch the Dalmatian closer, hoping the bad feeling will go away. Kelly notices you’ve gone quiet, not answering his question about whether you still liked grapes or not.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He bends his knees a little to meet your eye level, rubbing your arms gently.

You shake your head, not sure what to say but definitely sure the short answer was indeed “No”.

“What’s the matter, are you sad?” You think on your answer for a moment, shaking your head again, “No”. You weren’t sad, because Kelly was with you.

“Does something hurt?” Kelly asks, now coming to pick you up out of the cart and hold you in his arms. You immediately seek solace on his shoulder, clutching the Dalmatian as you move to rest your cheek on him. You nod against him.

“What hurts, sweetheart?”

“My ears, I feel… feel…nas-... nas…”

Kelly admired your attempted use of a more mature word, like ‘nauseous’, but he could guess what you were getting at.

“Sick? Is it making you feel sick?”

“...Yeah.” Your voice is quiet, he feels you hold him tighter. His heart tugs, hating to know you were in any kind of pain.

“Okay, little one. How about we get you some medicine, pay for this stuff, and get you home?”

“M’kay…” You close your eyes, feeling better with the security of Kelly holding you.

“Let’s do that then, you can stay holding on to me, it’s alright.” This time you don’t answer, just screw your eyes shut as another ache pulls in your ear, your tummy rolling unhappily.

“Do you think you’re going to be sick now?” He queries, making sure he doesn't have to immediately seek a receptacle.

“No-No, I won’t… It just feels bad.” He smiles softly, proud of you for being so brave.

“It’s okay if you need to be sick, honey, just let me know, alright?”

“Okay, Kel…” You murmur, your arms wrapped around his neck, little fingers petting the back of his hair softly.

-

You make it through the payment of the groceries, Kelly had asked a member of staff to help him with the packing so he could stay holding on to you, a warm hand gently rubbing in circles on your back as you fell into a half-sleep, the warmth of Kelly lulling you into a relaxed state despite your queasy and achy feeling. He had awkwardly smiled off some comments about how admirable he was being a “young father”, not really having the heart to correct them as he often felt like more of a parent to you.

Kelly sets you down in your booster seat, strapping you in, giving you some water to slowly sip on through a straw. Bottle in one hand, your Dalmatian in the other. He finishes loading the groceries into the trunk and carefully shuts it to avoid making too much movement or sound.

As he pulls into traffic he looks back at you through the mirror,

“How are we doing back there, sweetheart?”

“I’m… okay… I think.” Kelly winks at you and is satisfied when he can still make you smile even though you weren’t feeling great.

“Alright, partner. You let me know if you want me to stop, okay?”

“Okay.” You put your bottle next to you in the cupholder, closing your eyes as you hold your stuffed puppy close.

-

You wake up when Kelly opens the front door, eyes bleary from the 30-minute nap you had managed on the ride home. Your ears had taken the opportunity to ramp up the discomfort, and you whimpered in pain.

“Y/N?” Kelly questions, moving in careful strides to the big couch in the living room.

“It hurts, Kel. My ears… hurt.” His heart hurts as he sees tears well up in your eyes, gently reaching a thumb to wipe them from your cheeks.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. We’ll give you some medicine, and get you warm, you’ll feel better after a longer nap.”

You sniff, “Kay…”

“You’re a brave one, kiddo. Here we go…”

He sits you down on the couch, taking your shoes and your jacket off before placing a red fluffy blanket over you, settling you against the couch pillows, the blanket is embroidered with a cartoon-like shield that says “Junior Firefighter” on it. He places it just so your shoulders and little face are peeking out.

“Let me get you another drink and open the medicine, it’s gonna taste like strawberry, alright?”

You nod slowly, burrowing further into the blanket with your Dalmatian.

Carefully, Kelly measures out the medicine onto a spoon and comes to kneel beside you,

“Okay, Y/N. I need you to be really brave, it’s going to make you feel better. I promise.”

You eye your brother hesitantly, but even your young mind had already figured out that it trusted Kelly more than anybody in the world, and if he said the medicine was supposed to help then you believed it.

You nod meekly, sitting up just a little as Kelly swoops the spoon for you to swallow the medicine. Your nose wrinkles, not even the artificial strawberry can save the taste and you’re relieved when Kelly gives you a juice box to sip at.

“Alright, sweetheart. I just gotta pack the groceries away, you want me to put some Scooby-Doo on whilst I’m in the kitchen?”

Your sad little face perks up at the words ‘Scooby-Doo’, and you nod, snuggling back down to get ready. Kelly presses another kiss to your forehead, stroking some stray curls away from your forehead.

He slots a VHS in the machine and turns on the TV, smiling as he sees your sleepy expression despite being transfixed on the opening credits.

-

20 minutes later Kelly returns to find you half asleep, fighting drowsiness to continue watching Shaggy and Scooby running around in goofy terror as another masked ghoul chases them.

"Hey, short stuff. You wanna watch dinosaurs now?"

You yawn, rubbing at your eyes,

"Mh, dinosaurs. Okay, Kelly." He smiles, he knows you’d do your damn best to stay awake for dinosaurs. Figuring that he could put it on at least, and if you fell asleep he could rewind it again later.

As quietly as he can, not wanting to upset your aching head, he ejects the VHS and finds Jurassic Park to take its place. He hears rustling behind him, turning to see you whimpering and wriggling in discomfort, not able to settle. He toes off his shoes and comes to sit by you on the couch, wrapping an arm around you in reassurance.

“It’s alright, honey. I’m here, you’re gonna feel better soon…” He doesn’t even get the chance to ask before you do it of your own accord, climbing into his lap to cuddle him. Carefully he maneuvers you in his arms, cradling you at an angle that lets you watch TV and be held by him.

With one hand he reaches to bring the blanket back over you again, tucking your puppy into your arms as he rubs the side of your head, trying to soothe the ache from your ears. He knows it won’t be long til you’re back asleep. Knowing full well if you were awake and well you’d be asking all sorts of questions, and potentially dragging out your small library of dinosaur books that he had bought for you over the last year. You wanted to know anything that you could about dinosaurs, and Kelly was more than willing to help teach you.

-

It’s late afternoon when Kelly wakes up, he had fallen asleep too, long nights of studying for the Fire Academy and working during the week were starting to catch up with him. The toasty weight of your small body draws his attention, your cheek squished against his chest, little arms wrapped around him like he was a teddy bear. He looks at you with all the admiration in the world, pressing his hand to the back of your forehead, pleased to see that you only felt a little warm and not feverish.

He glances at his watch and sees it’s almost dinner time, choosing to enjoy these moments of peace and safety with you. He was excited to start his career as a Firefighter, but he had admitted to himself that he was worried about what might happen to you if something happened to him. Of course, your parents weren’t totally devoid of any skills as caregivers, but he knew that you looked up to him and relished him being in your life. Just as he relished you being in his. He only hoped that he could make you proud and be around to take care of you for as long as you needed him.

[End of flashback]

“Earth to Kelly, you’re a firefighter, dude. Not a spaceman, come back from orbit…” You’re waving your hand in front of Kelly’s face, he had been staring into the space where you and Herrmann were talking, taking sporadic mouthfuls of the Beef Chilli that Gallo had made.

“What?” He didn’t mean to sound so blunt, but he had been truly lost in the memory, coming back to reality as he took in your now-adult features, those eyes were still the same warm colour. He swiped at his mouth with a napkin, removing any sauce from around his mouth, catching you giggling at him.

“You were zoned out, Kel. You alright?” You’re watching him, half a smile, half concern. Herrmann had gone off to see Chief about something.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about when you weren’t even my waist height, fuelled by Cheerios and juice… How’s the earache?”

You laugh quietly, “The only thing different out of all those things is my height… yeah I’m okay, it’s eased off now.”

Kelly nods, smiling as he washes his dish and fork in the sink. You can see he’s still lost in a flurry of memories. You move around the counter, squishing your big brother in a hug, resting your head on the back of his SQUAD jacket.

“I remember it, Kel. I remember all the times you looked after me, especially when my ears were being a bitch. I remember grocery runs, park trips, getting paint everywhere, watching Jurassic Park until the tape was begging for death. I remember you taught me how to ride my bike, how to skateboard, how to tie my shoelaces, what to do in case of a fire or emergency…”

Kelly puts his dish and fork on the side to dry, facing you now with a glint in his eyes, dare you even say tears, still smiling as he listens, you hold onto his arms with a gentle squeeze.

“I remember how you learned to braid hair for me, parent-teacher conferences, taking me to Junior Firefighter Club because I begged even though you were so afraid I’d choose this career… I remember when I graduated, what you said, how proud you were of me… I remember everything you’ve ever done and I know I will remember everything you will ever do. And I really can’t thank you enough, I can only try to keep making you proud.”

Before you know it Kelly is returning the hug, squeezing you tight until you laugh and wriggle,

“Alright, alright… let me breathe…” Patting him on the back.

He looks at you, cupping your cheek affectionately, “You'll always make me proud, kiddo. Always.”

It’s then that you sense movement from across the room, both of you snapping your heads in that direction. Herrmann, Tony, Capp, and Mouch were standing in the entryway to the common room, letting out a collective “Awww” as you and Kelly break apart, shaking your heads with laughter.

Herrmann approaches, patting you both on the back. “That’s family for ya, kids.”

And as if the universe was commenting on how far the Severide siblings had come together, the alert sounded over the system,

“Engine 51, Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61…”

To which Kelly kissed your forehead, gesturing for you to follow towards the app floor “Let’s go, kiddo. Work to do…” Leading you into your next adventure with him.

-

Fin.

A/N: Bit of a cheesy ending, but I couldn't help myself!

[whorekneecentral]

Hehehe trying to make Matt hard in public sounds like the best domestic shit right now 😩

this is the oneeeee 

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You sat on the couch of Donna and Chief’s place. It was Terrance’s first birthday and everyone was over. 

The house was in absolute chaos. 

Most of the guys were in the backyard while the kids - mostly the Herrmann kids plus some of Donna’s work friends children - ran in and out through the opened backdoor. 

Terrance was on his mother's hip while all of you ladies were in the kitchen, drinking wine and gossiping. Total cliche I know but it’s the only time where all of you were in the same room without interruption. 

Cindy was telling Donna about Lee Henry’s terrible twos, Gabby and Sylvie laughing along as they listened. You were otherwise distracted, looking over your shoulder at your husband who was outside. 

He noticed you staring, he flashed you a smile before winking at you. You smile, rolling your eyes. 

You had an idea so you pull your phone from your pocket, slyly texting Matt under the counter. 

To Matt: don’t you think that shirt is a little on the tight side? 

You picked his shirt out for that exactly reason, you loved how it hugged his muscles. 

From Matt: you picked it honey, you tell me.

To Matt: my opinion, it’d look better on our bedroom floor. 

You hear Matt chuckling behind you though the opened backdoor. Glancing back, he had a wicked smile on his face. 

Game on. 

From Matt: why sit on the stool when you can come sit on my face? 

You nearly choke on your wine when you see the message pop up on your phone. Donna looks over at you, her brows furrowed. You wave her off before you pick up your phone. 

To Matt: is this what we’re doing? Fine by me. 

To Matt: why think about me on your face when you can see me on my knees for you ? I know how much you love seeing me like that 

From Matt: you know me so well. 

To Matt: Yeah, such a good girl for you aren’t I ? anything daddy wants, daddy gets. 

From Matt: y/n, don’t. this isn’t the time nor place 

To Matt: stop what ? you don't want me on my knees for you? Maybe I should find someone else who'd appreciate the view then 

To Matt: Perhaps Kelly :) 

Matt didn’t answer that text. Instead you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look behind you to see your husband there. You can feel his hard on pressed into you as he leans a little closer. 

“I just realized we forgot Terrance’s gift at home, we should go back for it” Matt says loud enough for everyone to hear. 

“We’ll be back in a bit,” Matt smiles at the women before pulling you away from the crowd. 

“Don’t you dare even think about Kelly. We both know he can’t fuck you like I do.” Matt whispers in your ear as the two of you walk out. 

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