#stella kidd the woman that you are

[sailingfireshipz]

Her coming to the realization that she much rather noooot talk about Pascal is hilarious 😂 like immediate switch in face & mood.

CHICAGO FIRE (2012 -)

– 13x05, Down the Rabbit Hole

[sailingfireshipz]

I'm just stopping by to say i love & adore Miranda Rae Mayo & the beautifully flawed character that she has brought us in Stella freaking Kidd. 😍

Just watched an old interview & her spirit is just so pure & authentic & i hope to meet her one day to experience it in person. ❤️ 😊

[timothyslucy]

stella: *opens her mouth*

kelly: 😍😍😍

[witchygagirlwrites]

Connor Rhodes x Reader

You loved Connor but when you noticed him getting close with Ava you knew something was off. He can't make up his mind who he wants so when Sam Carver asks you out, you accept. By the time Connor figures out he does truly love you, it's too late because that ain't his truck in your drive anymore.

Connor Cheats, Carver gets the girl

The sound of the alarm had you burying your head further into the pillows. You heard Connor chuckle lightly behind you as he reached over you to kill the alarm, kissing your bare shoulder as he did so. “Come on sweetheart you gotta get up” you groaned and stretched out. At least he’d stayed at your place the night before so that meant you didn’t have to go home to grab anything. You rolled over to face him and he smiled, pulling you into a kiss “I love you” 

You grinned “I love you too” he kissed you two more times before moving to climb out of the bed, grabbing his jeans from the night before. You tossed the blanket off of you before climbing out of the bed yourself. You had to be at work in an hour. If you were late Violet would never let you hear the end of it. 

You walked to the dresser to pull your uniform out along with a bra and panties. By then Connor was fully dressed so he walked over, pulling your still bare frame against him “I’ll see you later” you cut your eyes over your shoulder at him “Probably in a couple hours at most” he laughed lightly “That is true. Be safe” you nodded “Always”

He let himself out, locking the door behind him as you headed for the shower. 

You parked your car next to Stella’s jeep and headed into the station house. The moment you walked into the bays Violet was running at you “You’re late woman!” you glanced at your watch “One freaking minute!” she laughed “A minute is a minute”

You shook your head “Christ, let me put my stuff in my locker and get some coffee before the crazy starts babe, ok?” She rolled her eyes “Fine” and slipped her arm into yours. The two of you headed to walk inside about the time Sam was coming out so he held the door open “Thank you Carver” you told him and he nodded “You’re welcome Darlin”

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You and her headed for the locker room and you tossed your bags away then you headed for the kitchen, hoping like hell Capp and Tony hadn’t drained the coffee yet.”So, how are things between you and paging Dr sexy?” she asked with a smirk. You shrugged “Fine. He stayed at my place last night” she nodded “He better play nice. I’d hate to have to make it look like an accident” 

“Violet” you gasped and she shrugged “What? Don’t act like you wouldn’t do the same for me” you shook your head “Of course I would but I’d never risk saying it outloud. Don’t know who might be around and hear it” “Hear what?” Stella asked, walking up behind you. Violet grinned “That if Rhodes doesn’t act right with our girl I’ll make it look like an accident” Instead of Stella reprimanding Violet any she grinned “Oh yeah, I’d help you” and nodded at the coffee pot in your hand “Is there enough I can get some?”

You nodded “Yeah, I swear I’m best friends with two maniacs” they both smiled “But we love you” you laughed “and for that I am forever grateful” 

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The three of you were sitting together out in the bays watching Cruz lose miserably to Kelly in a card game when a call rang out for an ambulance to respond to seventh and wabash to a heart attack. You slapped Violet’s leg  “C’mon babe” 

You winked at Stella “Catch ya in a few Kidd” before the two of you jogged for the rig. You slid into the driver’s seat and Violet hopped into the passenger seat. 

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The patient obviously needed to be transported to Med so you radioed in while Violet rode in the back with her. When you pulled into the ambulance bay you backed in and spotted Will come out to meet you. You hopped out and walked to the back to open the door then climbed in to help her get the gurney out “Female patient, forty nine. Presented with pain between the shoulders and a headache. Luckily her sister knew the signs of a heart attack in a woman versus a man”

You pushed her inside with Violet next to you as you told Will what was already done on the ride. “Take her to trauma one” Maggie hollered so you nodded. You pushed her in, April coming in to assist a transfer from your gurney over to one of the hospital beds. Once she was secure you nodded to Will “Catch ya later Halstead” then looked at your patient “And hope everything goes well Miss Moore”

You walked back into the hall and was almost out the door when you glanced up to see Connor talking to the new doctor. What was her name? Ava, Ava Bekker. Normally it wouldn’t bother you but that? He was leaning on the counter, body turned towards her. You felt your stomach twist. You hadn’t realized you had stopped moving until Violet called your name. She turned around and followed your line of sight “Oh hell no”

She started in that direction but your hand shot out and grabbed the back of her shirt “No, let’s just go back to house” she waved a hand “Babe, that’s fishy” you shook your head “We could be reading it wrong” she raised an eyebrow “And fifty shades of grey could be a self help book. Let me slap him” You shook your head “Please. For me” she huffed “Fine but if we aren’t reading it wrong, I’m slapping him”

You looked back once more and saw Ava laugh and put her hand on his chest. Your heart dropped. You had to be reading it wrong. Connor loved you, didn’t he?

You were half asleep across your bunk when your phone lit up with a text from Connor Will said you were in Med three times today. Why didn’t I see you? You hadn’t realized Violet was awake and had basically climbed over into your bunk. “Maybe because she saw you with another woman yesterday” she whispered and you shushed her, looking around. Sam was asleep right next to you and god you didn’t want to wake him up.

Shift’s been hectic you texted back and could practically hear Violet roll her eyes. You laid the phone down and she cut her eyes at you “Let’s go to the roof” you nodded and slid out of the bed, grabbing your phone and jacket as you did.

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You pushed open the door to the roof and laughed when Kelly and Stella separated like two kids getting caught by their parents “You two are married. It’s cool if you make out” Kelly grinned then looked from you to Violet “Uh oh. If you both are up something is wrong so I’m gonna head in” he kissed Stella once more then winked at you and Violet before heading inside.

Stella turned her attention to you “What’s up” Violet waved a hand “Tell her or I will” you sighed “I think we saw Connor flirting with Ava Bekker” “You think or you did?” she asked, cutting her eyes at Violet who answered “Did”

“That son of a bitch” she cursed. You felt your face warm in embarrassment “I can’t break off a two year long relationship on thinking I saw him flirting with someone else” she crossed her arms “You do realize I’m an expert on shit relationships and making excuses for them? That’s the first red flag sweetie” you sighed “I know” about the time another text came through from Connor Ok, I love you

Violet read over your shoulder and reached for your phone “Let me call him” you pulled your phone back “Down girl” 

You had two days off but apparently Connor was busy. You were watching a movie when Stella called you “Where’s Connor?” you paused your movie “Said he had something with that father of his” she scoffed “Unless his dad has gotten a lot shorter, younger and turned female no” 

A photo came through on your phone and it was Connor at a local coffee place, talking to Ava. “I think you may have to call a cat a cat” she spoke gently” you swallowed hard.”Thanks Stel. I’ll um talk to you later” you hung up and sat there staring at the photo before forwarding it to Connor then turned your phone off.

About half an hour later there was a knock at your door so you uncurled your legs from under you and walked over to the door. You checked the peephole and wasn’t surprised to see Connor on the other side. You opened the door and crossed your arms “Yes?” 

“Baby I ran into Ava at the coffee shop. I don’t know who sent that photo to you but that’s all it was” you nodded slowly “Then why do you look worried?” his tell when he lied was his eyes got wider and boy was his eyes wide. “I love you” you nodded again “And yet you were too busy to see me today until I sent you that photo” “Yeah because someone is trying to make it seem like I’m doing something I’m not” he replied and you nodded “Ok, I’ll believe you this time” he stepped forward “Can I kiss you?” you put a hand against his chest “This is the last time I’ll believe you Connor” he nodded “I promise you, I just ran into her” then brushed his lips against yours.

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You were half asleep when Connor’s phone woke you up. You sat up and looked to see he was getting dressed. “Where are you going?” he held up his phone and you saw it was med’s number “got called into surgery” you nodded sleepily “Ok” and brushed a kiss against his lips “lock the door when you leave” then rolled back over and was asleep before he got out of your apartment.

“Kelly took you dancing?” you gasped and Stella grinned “He did” you fell over against the couch dramatically “I love going out dancing” Violet who was still very much in the “let’s kill connor” camp cut her eyes at you “The good doctor doesn’t take you anymore?”

You shook your head “Seems like anytime I’m off he’s working” “Hmm” she replied, rolling her eyes. Then turned to face you “I love you” you nodded slowly “I love you too” she smiled “You do know that he’s bouncing between you and Ava, right?”

“What?” you asked and she nodded “Ava told a friend of mine Veronica who works in Pediatrics how she has to call Connor from Med a few nights a week so he can get out of his father’s because then he thinks it’s work. I got her to be nosy and babe they all line up with your days off” you blinked back tears “So he’s been fucking me then leaving my bed to go to her?” she nodded “And taking her out on actual dates while he’s not making time for the woman he swears he loves and that he’s been with for two years”

You nodded slowly and she grabbed your hands “Talk to me” you shook your head “I um I’m gonna get some fresh air. Thank you honey, truly. I love you but I can’t be around everyone right now” 

You stood up and quickly walked outside, through the bays and didn’t stop until you were across the street under the trees, only then did you actually cry.

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Sam stood in the bays, watching you wanting nothing more than to go after you but he didn’t want it to seem like he was taking advantage of a bad situation. “You’ve had a thing for her for a while” Violet spoke from behind him and he turned to face her “You’re a creepy little thing, sneaking up on people like that” 

She laughed “Says the man harboring a crush on my best friend and watching her cry over her cheating boyfriend” he looked back over his shoulder at you “She deserves so much better than that asshole. His heart’s split but if that woman gave me half a chance mine would be hers fully” Violet stared at him for a minute then nodded slowly “She wants to go dancing. I’ll get her to that bar on fifth street Friday night. You just be there” he raised an eyebrow “What’s that?”

“You heard me. I love that woman like a sister. I’m sick of seeing her hurt. If you mean that, truly mean it then I’ll get her there” he smiled “I mean it” 

“Vi, I don’t know about this. Hell I haven’t even broken up with Connor officially yet” she nodded as she pulled you into the bar “Yeah, cause you can’t get the asshole to make time for you. Now come on!” you let her pull you into the door. She’d done your hair and makeup and even thrown you into low heels. It was the first time in a while you’d had a reason to get all done up and you had to admit you felt good.

She pulled you behind her to the bar and you figured she wanted to order so you stepped up next to her and started to look around then your eyes landed on Sam and a smile slipped onto your face “My oh my Carver. You sure do clean up pretty”  He was wearing a black button up shirt and dark blue jeans and with his build you had to admit he looked fucking gorgeous. Hell Sam Carver was a fucking beautiful man inside and out if you were being honest.

Violet leaned over your shoulder “You wanted to go dancing. I found you a partner that may appreciate you a little better” you looked from her to Sam. He stood up off the bar stool and offered you his hand “I know Rhodes has dragged your heart through the mud darlin. I ain’t trying to romance ya, well not tonight anyways” he shot you a smile before adding “I just want to dance with you and see if I can put a smile on your face because it’s been a little too long since I’ve seen a genuine one out of you”

You put your hand in his “Ok”

Why hadn’t Connor been able to see it? What the hell had he been thinking? He loved you, he’d loved you for years. He never should’ve crossed a line with Ava. He’d tried to call you so many times over the last couple weeks but you never answered. When you rolled into Med and he happened to be on duty Violet would put herself between the two of you and usher you out of the door.

He had to see you, had to explain and beg for another chance. He’d fucked up so bad but he could fix it. He stopped when he got in front of your place. Sitting in your driveway, next to your car was Sam Carver’s pickup. The living room shade was up and he could see the two of you through it. Sam spun you around, a laugh falling from your lips as he did. He sat there watching as you danced with Sam. You looked happy, you looked in love. You looked at Sam like you used to look at him,before he fucked everything up when you were his. 

When you pulled Sam down into a kiss he felt his heart crack, finally realizing just what he’d done to you. How dare he come here asking for a second chance. He didn’t deserve it. He couldn’t even try to screw up your life anymore. If he had ever cared about you the best thing he could do was leave you alone, let you be happy and you obviously were. 

Carver's POV

[stellarfire]

good morning y’all !! now that i’ve had time to sleep on the crossover… oh my god ?? and i mean that in the best way possible. this was everything to me omg

although there were some things i lowkey wish we could’ve seen (i.e., more kelly and voight tension, potential my miracle parallel with stellaride), not getting them honestly didn’t take away at all from how much i loved this? more thoughts below the cut bc i got very rambly (and spoilers i guess ??)

starting with stellaride bc they’re my lovelies, obsessed with literally all their scenes. the intro? perfection. stella telling kelly to be careful without knowing she would be the one in the most danger the whole time? o w. “stella kidd, report back right now”? O W. and the more i think about it, the more i’m almost kinda glad we didn’t get the my miracle parallel? i mean sure, the absolute emotional gut punch would’ve done wonders, but there’s something that feels so much more intrinsically them about refusing to say goodbye to each other (namely stella refusing) and instead maintaining that fierce hope that everything would sort itself out and they’d be back together. on top of that, their little reunion with kelly being like “let’s get out of here tonight” like YES please go on that goddamn vacation now you two deserve to go to cancún something awful. what we did get may not be as heavy of a punch, per se, but at least to me, it hit all the same, and my god was i a lowkey mess hearing kelly’s message to stella being what she told him that morning😭 “we gotta make the time” what if i collapse huh then what

i think this has the potential, judging by the promo as well as this article, to be such a good segue into them finally getting into the real deep conversations and i’m really curious to see how it plays out over the rest of the season. i know some people think there could be a “but…” to this, but even if there is, i don’t think it will be as major of one people might worry it could be. that said, will it be an easy path? definitely not. i know we’re about to get some semblance of drama before the end of the season (and i’m prepared)😭 but all things considered, we’re heading in the overall right direction !!

secondly, plouch. oh my god plouch. i haven’t gotten more emotional watching this show in so long than i did last night watching those two. mouch talking to trudy before she went under for surgery? nobody touch me i’m STILL recovering from that one😭 christian stolte the actor that you are WOW, he put 200% into that and it SHOWS

thank GOD tho she lived holy SHIT i was fucking petrified ripley and lenox were gonna come out and say she didn’t make it omg

just as i predicted too, burzek gave me emotional damage !! ruzek refusing to say goodbye and being insistent he would be home for dinner ?? letting mak pick it ?? the way kim literally BOOKED IT to him at the end and he picked her up ?? i can’t stop watching that it’s so so perfect😭

stella and ruzek was such an incredible duo too, i need more of them asap actually. the way they balanced each other out and relied on each other and just worked so seamlessly as a team by the end of it, despite not being super familiar with each other? SO GOOD

what stella did to duffy when he had her at gunpoint??? first off i’m stunned that happened i wasn’t expecting that shit literally at all and god was i living in fear for a few moments there. but secondly, i’m floored omg, STELLA KIDD THE WOMAN YOU ARE. we all knew how badass she was before this, but that was something else. i think i just fell in love with her all over again but i digress

also one last thing, pascal’s reaction to stella not answering ?? i could go on and on about kelly’s obviously but pascal’s honestly caught me by surprise considering how frequently they’ve butt heads this entire season. the genuine concern ?? OUCH. there’s hope for them yet !! seeing that side of him, even if brief, was a good emotional punch. that mf truly does fascinate me as a character. will be thinking about that entire sequence for a while

i won’t keep yapping; i think all of that about sums up what i can manage cohesively LMAO. was this crossover perfect? no, but you truly can see just how much love and care and effort went into this entire thing from everyone involved. and i think as much as i do love the infection crossover, i gotta say, i think this one takes it as number one for me. i will be watching all three episodes so many more times

one chicago my beloved <3

[sevcasejay1chicago]

Welcome home- Matt Casey x Darden!Sister

Authors note: Sorry that it’s been so long since I posted!!! It’s been a crazy few weeks and I honestly just haven’t had the motivation. This is a continuation to a story I wrote a while ago containing these two love birds.

Summary: Kelly and Stella finally bring you back home.

Warnings: NONE; possible spoilers maybe.

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You and Matt Casey kept your relationship going even through your move to Portland to be with your nephews, the Darden boys. When Matt had the weekend off, he would often fly over to Portland and help you out with whatever you needed. Sometimes, all you needed was him.

About three years later, Stella called you and told you about her engagement to Kelly. You were thrilled. You always knew that they would get married. You never knew Kelly to love someone and to be so devoted to them like he was to Stella Kidd. That woman had Kelly Severide wrapped around her finger.

When you got a call from Matt later on in the night, you were surprised to find that this FaceTime was filled with many familiar faces.

“Hey Darden!” Kelly yelled over Matt’s shoulder.

Clamoring could be heard as Jay Halstead, Mouch, Hermann, Sylvie, and a few others from intelligence and 51 tried to get in the frame to say hi. You giggled as you watched Kelly take Jay in a headlock and demand your attention. Everyone was clearly VERY drunk.

Matt chuckled as he watched the scene unfold on his end, but most of his attention was on you and your giggling self. He has never heard a sound more beautiful than your laugh or seen anything brighter than your smile.

Once Matt was able to break away, he stepped outside and sat at a picnic table far from the outdoor bar. He stared at you for a moment as you wrote something down, biting your lower lip in concentration. All he wanted in that moment was to rub the knots, that he knew were on your shoulders from stress, away and catch your bottom lip in his.

You noticed him staring after a minute or two and immediately blushed, hiding behind the sleeves of the hoodie Matt left you the last time he came out to Portland. “What?” You giggled, pushing your reading glasses up while you hid behind your hands.

Matt shook his head and chuckled. “Nothing. Nothing. You are just too damn adorable.” Matt smiled shyly at being caught, but he was also doing his best to hide what you were doing to him just by being you. “God. I miss you.” Matt breathed, leaning against the picnic table and setting his phone against the napkin dispenser to rub his hands together in an effort to warm them back up.

You smiled sweetly back at him. “I miss you too honey.” You whispered, flopping back into your pillows. “Sooooo, did Kelly ask you to be his best man?” You asked, wiggling your eyebrows.

Matt chuckled, missing your antics. “Of course he did! Who else would be able to deal with Groomzilla?!” Matt joked, causing you to burst out laughing.

“True. True.” You said, struggling to catch your breath. “Stella asked me to be a bridesmaid, but I don’t know what things will look like around the time of the wedding, so I had to decline.” You explained, pouting slightly.

Matt hummed. “Well, I’m sure it’ll all work out. We have time.”

You nodded in thought before flipping onto your side and settling in for the night. You placed your phone on its upright charging port as you stared at Matt. “If you can, leave me on. It’ll be like I’m part of the fun.” You whispered, hiding a yawn behind your sleeve.

Matt knew you wouldn’t last much longer, so he easily agreed, standing up and carrying his phone around as he re-entered the crowded bar filled with your family.

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The day was here. Stella and Kelly were finally getting married. As far as Matt knew, you had to stay in Portland because Ben got himself into some trouble. Matt was kinda thankful for you not being here in this moment as everything seemed to be falling apart and he just knew you would be frantically trying to fix everything if you were here.

“Hey guys! A party boat just opened up and we can have the wedding there!” Cruz yelled from halfway down the block.

The wedding party all went running, eager to get there and get everything arranged. Once they arrived, Matt was pleasantly surprised and confused with how nicely the boat was decorated in line with Kelly and Stella’s wedding theme. That was, until you popped up behind him.

“Hey handsome.” You whispered, wrapping your arms loosely around his waist.

He knew those hands and that voice anywhere. He immediately turned in your arms and lifted you into his own, twirling you around. “Oh my God!” Matt yelled, chuckling as he spun you around. Once he sat you down, he swooped in to kiss you deeply. He only pulled back when he was desperately in need of air. “Wha- how?!” Matt asked, still trying to understand how you were here.

“Welllll.” You drawled out, leaning back slightly to get a better look at him. “I was really busy moving my stuff back into your apartment while you were at Kelly’s last night. Stella held her bachelorette party there while we unpacked my stuff.” You smiled, proud to have pulled one over on him.

Matt gawked at you, absolutely speechless.

“Then, when I went to start decorating this morning, I realized that the church was double booked and had this set up. Everyone helped get you here. We figured you deserved some good news after the tough year you’ve had.” You explained, smiling as everyone around you agreed.

“Plus, this is like the best wedding gift EVER. THE BAND IS BACK TOGETHER!” Stella yelled, pumping her fist in the air.

Everyone chuckled and immediately agreed.

Matt wrapped his arms tighter around your waist, burying his face in your hair. After a few moments, Matt pulled back and kissed you on the forehead before shouting, “LETS GET KIDD AND SEVERIDE HITCHED!”

As everyone began to walk to their seats or to their places, Matt pulled you into his side and gave you one more kiss. “Welcome home baby.”

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At the reception, Matt has you sitting in his lap with his arms wrapped around you. “So, where are Griffin and Ben?” Matt asked, kissing the side of your head.

“So, here’s the thing.” You began, turning in his lap to look Matt in the eyes. “Griffin got accepted into Northwestern and Ben was okay with moving home with you, so I brought Ben with me and Griffin is staying on campus.” You explained, toying with your necklace as you spoke.

“Wait, so Ben is here?!” Matt asked, immediately ecstatic.

You chuckled, calming down now that the biggest secret was out. “Yeah. Griffin is at the apartment with him now. He will be staying for the night before going back to his dorm so that we can have the night out. He expects Uncle Matt’s famous eggs in a basket tomorrow morning.” You chuckle, shaking your head at the fact that Griffin remembered his favorite meal that Matt made him as a kid.

Matt beamed, kissing you on the temple. “He can have anything he wants.” Matt assured, smiling proudly at the fact that Griffin remembered things from their time together. For the first time since you left, Matt was finally content.

[shewholovesall]

Okay, so to go along with @sailingfireshipz post here

with the line of Stella's. Thinking of a life without you was not life at all.

I"m going to try and put this in a condensed way and not so rambly but it might be rambly. Because I read her post and then I thought of Stella as an individual. We know when she was doing/studying for the Lieutenants test she said she had to be at work because she'll go crazy at home by herself. Also what we know of Stella is she didn't have cheerleaders growing up, she didn't have someone in her corner. It seems not to disconte the rest of 51, but the first people actually in her corner that are healthy people are Boden and Kelly.

So here we have this bruised and battered woman (because she was abused by Grant whether or not he did the choking out doesn't mean he wasn't an abuse, anyway I digress) and she talked about how her parents did not have a healthy and happy home. It can be assumed and is by me that no matter what type she got to her Aunt Laverne who always had her back , for lack of a better phrase the damage was done. Stella even tells Kelly about the test "I have a build in armor that you will never understand."

NOt in the test way but Stella had to have an armor, she didn't have people in her corner, she could only count on herself. She even impled she felt indebted to Grant since he got her trough highschool Kelly while his parents are not picture perfect, he left and him and STella do vulnerability different ways. Stella still has that zest for life, not that Kelly doesn't but I hope you all know what I mean. Stella wants a family as bad as Kelly does.

So sory, I'm relaly digressing from my point. Stella is very vulnerable with Kelly from the beginning, he knows things bout her history Grant that she maybe never wanted to tell people. Stella doesn't want to feel like a burden on people or let people down. IN S10 she tells Kelly after she gets back and before the initial quote "I want to be the perfect one for you."

Stella Kidd is a hyperindependent indivudal. I think when she felt that way after Kelly almost drowned in that boat rescue, it scared her those intense feelings for him. Kind of like it scared him after she got shot at in the house fire. I think when she first thought those words of

"Thinking of a life without you felt like no life at all"

So for someone who has depened on herself her entire life who even with all the stuff she has been through can see the silver lining that would scare the living crap out of her. She knows and is verbaliing to him that he is the one who has the power to hurt her. that's a way I've heard being in love is, you give your heart to someone trusting them not to break it. And I think with her noticing this about herself could be why she hesisted and didn't answer Kelly's call because she was probably thinking about herlsef. Even Kelly aid it, she had said before she never wanted to get married again because she couldn't be in a relationship where she couldn't just leave. It doesn't mean she wanted to leave but I think in her own way Stella was scared the way Kelly got scared before proposing to her.

And we don't know all the things Grant said or what her parents said or her family said about her. So she did what we've all seen Stella do is overthink things and I do belive on some level Stella has low self-esteem. So I don't know what you guys think but I think this is part of the reason why she went MIA, again she shouldn't have done it but I wonder if it was fear on her part. She probably came to that conclusion missing Kelly since by the time she gets back she tells Kelly "You are the one thing I'm sure about always."

What do you all think? It just came to me and I've been thinking about this for like a day or so.

[cloveroctobers]

STRAWBERRY CRUSH — STELLA KIDD [Spring Prompts]

A/N: alright, alright you caught me! I may or may not have a crush on Stella and thought it was only fair to write a little something since I am binge-watching after all—currently finishing up season six as I write this! In short: Yes we love Stellaride over here but this one specifically is for my wlw, you’re welcome!

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE + I’m using: 6. “I am going to have a magical picnic and you can’t do anything to stop it!” “Yeah, but the bugs can.” + 16. “Your beauty outshines all the flowers.” “Are you sure? The flowers are really pretty this year.” 

WARNINGS: reader is a southern plant/earth lover, this is what it’s like to see Stella crushing but unsure, + written in MY version of HC’s/note form.

᠃ 𖡼᠂ 𖥧⚘ 𓅪 ⚘𖥧᠂ 𖡼᠃ ˖𓍢ִ໋ ᠃ 𖡼᠂ 𖥧⚘ 𓅪 ⚘𖥧᠂ 𖡼᠃ ˖𓍢ִ໋ ᠃ 𖡼᠂ 𖥧⚘

Strawberries require well drained soil, they must be placed on a gradual slope, and receive full sunlight in order to experience successful growth.

That’s something your grandfather first told you, once you were old enough to get into farming.

It’s never left your mind even with his passing and you always had the best eye when it came to picking produce.

Granted, picking that particular item in a mini mart in the city might not be the best choice but Stella made sure to put the red berry on the list.

She wanted the best snacks or else she would leave you hanging on this outing—just like she ditched her second date with the guy from 98–to be with you.

Stella can’t help but to catch a glimpse of you at the end of one aisle, you’re by the freezers now and you’re standing on your tippy toes, teal silk shirt raising above your fitted jeans and revealing tatted skin as you grab a beverage.

The height difference is something she has to get used to and often caught her mind thinking about whenever you were face to face and she would have to play it off as her being tired instead of daydreaming about what your lips would feel like.

“You ready, Stella star?” Your hip is bumping against hers before you carry on towards the registers.

It’s your own personal nickname for her and it has a cuteness to it with your contrast of a southern twang. However when each of you are out fighting fires, you on squad and her on her truck 81, she has to learn how not to miss it as much, as you go forth with using her last name like everyone else.

The man at the register jokes, “You ladies buying the whole store?”

You rack your red nails against the counter, “hm…you sell lottery tickets? My friend here is feeling lucky.”

“I mean, with a babe like you, who wouldn’t be?” He winks at you while Stella raises her brows with a cross of her arms.

He rings up two tickets before continuing with the rest of the items.

You and Stella are grabbing the bags before you say one last thing, “also it’s mango season so you may want to step it up with your mangoes since yours are rottin’ in the back, the last thing you want is for the insects to spread to the rest of the underwhelming products. Now, that’ll be all! You have a good one.”

Stella winks at the man for good measure who scowls at the both of you on your exit.

“His store is crappy anyway.” Stella sasses as the both of you load up her car some more, “There’s a way better one downtown, closer to lake shore.”

“Noted for next time.”

“Ohhh, look at you already thinking about spending more time with little ‘ol fabulous me?” Stella places a hand on her chest dramatically while she makes her way over to the driver’s side.

You smile as you open the passenger side, “what can I say? Maybe I just can’t get enough of you, Stella-Star.” Before climbing into the vehicle, leaving the dark haired woman to be impressed at your charm while also feeling her cheeks warm.

The drive to lake shore drive is full of Chicago’s vibrant buildings and singing along to the radio while you both smoothly move along with the traffic.

The ride felt shorter than it was, like time often felt between the two of you when you had the chance to have it.

Stella was definitely in her head about this, wondering if it was a date and knew chatting about it (unwillingly) with Otis and Joe was a lost cause so she chose to hit up your shared girl friends to see if you gave them any insight.

Gabby and Sylvie were 1000% sure it was a date—although they claim you didn’t say or gave much away when you causally brought it up. Stella even went as far to pick Cap and Tony’s brain before Severide could get a whiff and tease her about how awkward she was being.

Kelly was actually the first one to pinpoint that Stella was “drooling” over you and kept pushing for Stella to just go for it.

He would hint at things and then act like he wasn’t and that left Stella thinking maybe he was trying to set her up! to make a fool outta herself but she believed Kelly wouldn’t trick her like that, especially if this had the potential to be serious.

He had her back and she had his…they were good friends like that.

So when you approached after an extremely long shift with this idea, Stella almost collapsed to her knees.

The both of you rarely had alone time together, it was always in group settings but when you did share conversations privately—Stella felt something shift between you two recently and she was still trying to pinpoint when exactly that happened.

See…there she was being too much in her head about it!

“We should have brought some bikes out here,” Stella comments as she carries her portion of bags, glancing at the chicagoans who flew by on the biking path.

You shrug, “here’s the thing…I never could get that down.”

“What?!”” Stella is shocked, “aren’t you from the south? Don’t tell me you ran or walked everywhere with those roads? Or wait…rode horses?”

You snorted, “I never was much of a horse girl either since my ass and thighs always ended up hurting afterwards AND i watched one kick the jelly out of my Grammy! Call me traumatized from that point on. I left those things to my gramps and brothers to deal with while I spent time with the chickens and cows.”

“And the yams and green beans.” Stella jokes while you walk side by side, scoping out a good spot of greenery.

Pointing up ahead at a hill like portion that had a great view of the water and also the buildings behind you, ending up being the winner as the both of you headed towards the incline.

“I have you know that my family has won competitions for the best veggies! And if my Grammy was here, she’d show off her mountain of photos to you.” You’re stretching out some blankets, one of them being a incredibly soft birthday gift from Brett who claimed that she purchased it from a Portuguese woman who handmade it at the market.

“I’m not arguing with ya there,” Stella raises her hands in surrender, “you country folk are built different…can’t exactly say better but different!”

You scoff with a shake of your head, “you city slickers.”

Stella laughs to herself as you make yourself comfortable, sitting crossed legged before pulling a full on woven basket from behind you.

“Where the heck did you hide that?”

“Can’t reveal all my secrets can I?” You grin, happy that you could surprise her, “I am going to have a magical picnic and you can’t do anything to stop it!”

A picnic on lake shore was not entirely what Stella was expecting…honestly she had no clue what this day entailed besides the fact that all she needed was good snacks to be all in.

She’s getting ready to sit across from you but not without saying, “yeah, but the bugs can.”

“Don’t tell me thee Stella-Star is an afraid of a little green friend.”

“That ain’t no friend of mine,” Stella’s face is scrunched up as she watched the grasshopper get comfy on her portion of the blanket, “…can you uh—get it?”

You laugh, “really?” As you lean forward, holding out a bottle of water so the insect can crawl onto before you lead it elsewhere, “there. Nobody was harmed and everyone is safe.”

“You’re lucky I like you, otherwise I would have stomped its ass out,” Stella huffs as she plops down now staring at the bottle you used, “also that one is yours.”

“Understood,” you laugh once more before opening up the basket to reveal it contents, leaving Stella further impressed as she peeks inside.

It’s such a good day in Chicago, little birds chirping along, the spin on the bike wheels in the distance could still be heard up on the slope, while the wind brushes by from the lake and the sunlight still shined bright although the city’s buildings were as tall as they could be.

There’s a brief silence as you dive into the snacks and take turns from the jug that contained a berry lemonade you actually made, before falling into natural chatter.

It felt right being here with each other and it’s something you already knew that you would want to do again.

You never doubted that.

The sunlight was behind Stella whereas it shined over you. The both of you found that each of you were a beautiful sight to witness and Stella was just glad she chose to wear her hair back into a ponytail since the spring wind picked up every so often.

Soon you’re laying side by side now, just a inch of space in between your heads but close enough to feel the warmth from each other and for you to smell the amber, Tonka, and plum that radiates from her frame.

“You smell good, girl.” You comment, pulling yourself from zoning out while making Stella pry open her eyes.

The way you’re peering up at her, almost makes her choke on her own air. “Thanks,” she manages to wheeze out, “I picked it out myself!”

Stella knows she sounds silly but you find amusement in her pride nonetheless.

So she attempts to clean up, arm cradling the back of her head as a smirk appears on her lips at her next best idea with the compliment flying out of her lips, “Your beauty outshines all the flowers.”

There’s barely a daisy embedded in the grass somewhere up ahead but it’s the first thing that comes out of her pretty pouty lips.

You squint up at her as you question, “Are you sure? The flowers are really pretty this year.” 

You would know better than her with what’s in season and what not but something tells Stella, just by the way you break your stare that you may have some flaws you’re not too proud to speak about and that alone makes Stella frown a bit.

Before she can register what she’s doing, her fingers are reaching for your jaw, pulling your attention back to her’s, “are you kidding?! I’m damn sure and as corny as this is going to sound: you’d be my first flower I’d pick out of any garden. Anybody would and that’s because I said so! My word means a lot ya know?”

Your eyes shine like water but you don’t hold back a snort, “is does huh? Well I guess I have no choice but to believe you then.”

Stella’s chewing on her bottom lip now because there’s something in the air that’s telling her to just plant one on you.

“Stop me at any time,” she starts with a deep inhale, catching your eyes briefly on her mouth.

The corner’s of your mouth lift as you whisper, “do your worst, Stella-star.”

And with her lips on yours, you exhale as Stella breathes you in. Both hands are cupping your face as your lips move together in perfect unison and your hands shift from grasping her shoulder then down to her waist.

She’s watching your face in complete bliss when she decides to pull away but not fully, “was that okay?” She says against your lips.

“More than okay,” you nod at her with a beam before moving forward with another, “and I don’t think I said i was finished.”

Which leads into a full makeout session, and that’s something Stella is usually down for—especially if she’s had some drinks in her system but without the alcohol—she wouldn’t mind being drunk on you.

She’s on top of you now, and it quickly becomes a challenge of who gets to hold that position for the longest, erupting laughter between you two and Stella decides to cave once you both knock forehead’s.

You’re both panting now but there’s still laughter in your lungs and Stella is staring up at you adoringly, rubbing her head, while you caress the shape of her mouth, “what?” You quiz.

“You taste sweeter than I imagined.”

You smile, “so you thought about me in that way? I guess that means you really like me.”

“I couldn’t tell if you liked me!” Stella ran one hand over the top of her hair, clearly frustrated.

You snicker, “I thought I was pretty open with my flirtations but…I really like you too.”

And that’s all that matters to Stella as she’s pulling your face right back to hers.

Strawberries require well drained soil, they must be placed on a gradual slope, and receive full sunlight in order to experience successful growth.

᠃ 𖡼᠂ 𖥧⚘ 𓅪 ⚘𖥧᠂ 𖡼᠃ ˖𓍢ִ໋ ᠃ 𖡼᠂ 𖥧⚘ 𓅪 ⚘𖥧᠂ 𖡼᠃ ˖𓍢ִ໋ ᠃ 𖡼᠂ 𖥧⚘

Continue with my spring anthology prompts here.

[chicagofires]

a good rant to start the morning because i have thoughts about something

i think it’s insane when people who hate stella say “we should be allowed to dislike stella without being called racist or misogynistic!” and it’s like… in theory they’re right! disliking a female character or a POC doesn’t inherently make you misogynistic or racist! if you have valid criticisms toward them that’s obviously fine and no one would be mad at you for it except there’s no such thing as a valid criticism against stella because she’s perfect. but the issue arises when your “criticisms” are actually just microaggressions😭. because what do you mean you hate stella because she’s “aggressive” or “bossy” or “too masculine”. just things that would never be said about a man or a white person. and you hate her for these things to the point that you PUBLICALLY post that you want her to brutally die in a fire… weirdo behavior

i know we say this all the time but it bears repeating: stella would never in a million years get away with half the stuff the white men on the show do. kelly severide would hate seeing how people spew hate toward his wife while worshipping him despite the objectively worse things he’s done

and let’s talk about how the two most widely loved women on the show- brett and shay- also happen to be the only white women to be series regulars (until novak came at least). and the most widely hated female series regulars (stella and gabby) happen to be the WOC who have been on the show the longest. not only is that alarming in and of itself, but i also find it interesting that, unlike stella and gabby, shay and brett were never firefighters. on the show at least, paramedicine is portrayed more as a “woman’s job” and firefighting more as a “man’s job” and therefore paramedics might be “less threatening” in the eyes of misogynists. maybe i’m wrong but that seems like a red flag. plus like brett is super traditionally feminine and cutesy and sweet. and shay frankly wasn’t around long enough for people to stop liking her. i am by no means saying if you like brett and/or shay you’re racist or misogynistic. obviously that’s not true. but it is an alarming pattern i see in stella haters

so yeah… if we call you racist or misogynistic for hating stella kidd it’s because you probably just are…

[twistnet]

sights to behold [ stella kidd ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; there’s something absolutely magical about getting to see the woman of your dreams come around from behind the divide to show you her wedding dress for the first time -- and to think in a little less than an hour, you’ll get to call her yours for all eternity

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader + fluff [ weddings, loving and soft moments, some tears -- all happy, hand holding + sweet kisses ]

you stood in front of the floor-length mirror, hands brushing down the front of your dress almost as if to smooth out any wrinkles. letting out a nervous breath, you couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. dressed in a breathtaking ivory gown, intricate lace detailing accentuating your every curve. the gown flowing down behind you gracefully. all made just for you. it was a symbol of your love and commitment, and the embodiment of your dreams.

just down the hall of your dressing room, sat all your friends and family gathered together in one room mingling with the murmurs of excited anticipation. as today was the day you would exchange vows with the love of your life, stella.

violet had only exited the room moments ago to grab your soon to be wife from her own dressing room. the bridesmaids face bright with a smile at the prospect of the two of you getting to see each other’s dresses for the first time.

a gentle knock interrupted your thoughts and with a fluttering heart, you turned to see stella standing in the doorway, a nervous smile on her face as she step further into your dressing room. she wore a pristine white wedding dress, a perfect match to your own, but with a touch of her own unique style. the dress hugged her figure elegantly, and her radiant smile outshone any sparkle in the room."hey, beautiful," stella whispered, her voice filled with awe as she drank in your breathtaking appearance. "i can't believe we're getting married today."

you couldn't help the tears that gathered in your eyes as you smiled softly, "i feel the same way, stella. this is a dream come true."

stella takes a step closer, her eyes never leaving yours. "may i?" stella asked, gesturing to your dress. you nodded, letting her approach and watching as her fingertips lightly brushed the delicate lace on your gown. marveling at the craftsmanship, her eyes shining with admiration."it's perfect," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "just like you."

a surge of warmth filled your heart, and you reached out to take stella's hand. "and you are the most beautiful bride i could ever imagine," you replied, your voice filled with love.

stella's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, reflecting the depth of her emotions. "i am the luckiest person in the world to have found you, to be able to spend the rest of my life with you."

as your eyes locked, time seemed to stand still. the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you, connected by an unbreakable bond. in that moment, all doubts and fears melted away, replaced by a profound sense of certainty and love. "you're my everything, stella," you confessed, your voice trembling with emotion. "today and always."

with tears of joy glistening in her eyes, stella drew you into a tender embrace. in that embrace, you knew that your wedding day wasn't just about the fancy decorations, the flowers, or the guests—it was about the love you shared, the promises you would make, and the lifelong journey you were embarking on together.

leaning back just enough to hold your gaze once more, her lips spread into a smile as she asks, “are you ready?” and once she has your confirmation, hands link together and are brought up to allow her to press a soft kiss to the back of your hand -- too afraid to ruin all the hard work violet had done with getting your ready this morning.

hand in hand, you both stepped away from the mirror, ready to begin the next chapter of your lives. your families awaited for you down the hall, filled with the promise of forever. and as you walked down the aisle, side by side, in your matching wedding dresses, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude— for the love that had brought you here and for the love that would carry you forward into a future. 

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[sylkiddsey]

Prompt: “How did I manage to get you?”

Season 12

The last thing Matt expects when he officially moves back to Chicago is Sylvie needing emergency surgery at one in the morning.

Everything had been normal when her appendix burst. They had both been up too late, working on the new house when Sylvie had doubled over in pain right on the stairs.

He instantly knew it was more than just a terrible cramp the second he saw he. She was pale and in agonizing pain which scared the hell out of him. He had to rush her to the hospital in his truck after calling the neighbor over to watch Julia.

Luckily, it was just her appendix and not something more serious. Marcel assured him she needed a simple appendectomy, but they wanted to do it right away.

He barely had time to process any of it before they took her to surgery. The operation was a success, but Marcel warned him she’d be out of it for a while after all the drugs.

He’s been at her side, holding her hand and waiting for her to wake up for hours.

She finally stirs just as Kidd arrives with a coffee delivery for him and purple hydrangeas for his fiancé.

Sylvie blinks slowly, clearly unfocused and dazed. He doesn’t blame her. She was on anesthesia and a concoction of pain meds.

“Welcome back,” he greets, brushing some hair away from her eyes.

She still looks a little confused as she catalogues his face.

Kidd stands on the other side of her bed and squeezes her shoulder. “How you feeling, girl?”

Sylvie looks at her and pulls her friend closer. “Um, why is there a really hot guy sitting at my bedside?”

Stella looks at him and he can tell they are wondering the same thing. She never lost any oxygen to her brain so she can’t have memory loss.

Sylvie gives him a quick side glance and then tries to whisper but he hears every word.

She’s definitely super high on pain pills right now.

“He’s very seriously cute. Is he my doctor?”

He’s not in scrubs which is obvious to anyone who isn’t still half asleep on anesthesia.

Matt grins at her. “No, I’m not your doctor.”

She glances at him. “Oh, sorry. My nurse. Men can be nurses.”

“Brett, how drugged are you?” Kidd laughs. She reaches for her chart to study just how much pain medication she is on. “Yep, they have her on the good stuff.”

He had a feeling. He’s heard of these kinds of reactions to anesthesia. He just never expected Sylvie wouldn’t realize who he is right now.

Matt grabs her left hand and brings attention to the diamond on her finger. “No, I’m not a nurse either. I’m your fiancé, baby.”

Her blue eyes widen comically. She’s looking at him like he’s grown two heads. “You?”

Stella laughs again.

Sylvie shakes her head in awe and then turns back to Stella. She talks as if he’s not there again.

“I’m really marrying him? You’re telling me the cutest guy I’ve ever met is actually my fiancé?”

God, she’s adorable. He tries to stifle his laugh with his hand.

“Yes, Brett. This guy is your man. You’re really riding high on those pain killers huh?”

He chuckles, pressing his lips to her fingers. “Yeah, I’m your guy.”

“I…” she trails off and stares at the ceiling. Her drug addled brain stalls for a minute before she glances at him. She gasps like she’s uncovered some secret. “You are seriously very cute, and I really scored you.”

She’s very drugged and also incredibly biased. He goes along with it though because she’ll have no memory of this interaction after she’s fully alert.

“I’m definitely the one who scored, babe.”

She furrows. “How did I manage to get you? You’re so hot.”

Kidd snorts and rolls her eyes. Sylvie has said that multiple times now. He’s flattered but she’s actually the one out of his league.

“You are both the easiest person to love and the most beautiful woman in the world. I think that had something to do with it.”

Stella pats Sylvie’s hand. “Trust me girl, Casey over here is madly in love with you and you feel the same.”

Matt nods. “She’s right.”

Sylvie yawns, sluggishly rubbing her eyes. He can tell she’s about to pass back out for a little while and then wake up for real next time.

The drugs are still filtering in her system.

“I can see why,” she whispers, snuggling further into the hospital bed pillow.

Within seconds, she’s fast asleep.

“She’s definitely not going to remember that,” Kidd chuckles.

He nods and kisses Sylvie’s hand. “Yeah, definitely not.”

Kidd paces to the foot of her bed. “Are you going to tell her about all this?”

“I don’t know,” he replies. “Probably at some point.”

The other woman shakes her head. “She’s absolutely so obsessed with you in the best way, huh?”

She is and he has no idea what he did to deserve it.

A little while later when Sylvie is fully up and eating Jello, she asks if she said anything ridiculous while on anesthesia. He replies with a small shake of his head and kisses her.

Maybe he’ll tell her everything later.

[sailingfireshipz]

WHERE IS HER MEDAL?

MIRANDA RAE MAYO as STELLA KIDD in ONE CHICAGO CROSSOVER

requested by anonymous

[agentcable]

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.

[torreshalstead]

The Pretty Girl in the Club

Summary - Matt was seriously regretting his decision to join Kelly at the club that evening, that was until he saw a pretty blonde at the end of the bar. The pull she had on him was undeniable, he just hoped she felt the same way.

Rated T

Notes - Brettsey has taken up residence (more so than the normally do) in my mind and this is the result. I had a lot of fun writing this so I really hope you enjoyed! AO3 Link

Come to the club, Severide had said. We’ll have fun, he said. But as Matt sat alone at the bar whilst his friend was making out with a long legged brunette in the corner, he had decided never to listen to Severide about matters of fun again.

Matt had been in a grump for a few days; a couple of calls at work hadn’t gone his way and his prized candidate, Stella Kidd, had been transferred to public relations without the knowledge of anyone in the house. Matt was certain that Kelly’s behaviour tonight had something to do with that as well, everyone had noticed the sparks between the pair before she had been unceremoniously transferred out.

As he glanced around the dimly lit club, he felt completely out of place. Everyone here was either dancing, drinking or tucked away in a darkened corner and yet he was sitting here nursing the same beer he had been for the last 40 minutes. He had originally agreed to the idea, although somewhat reluctantly, as getting out of the loft had seemed like a great idea at the time. He was regretting it more with every minute that passed. The music was too loud, if you could even call it music. It was too dark, he was having to strain his eyes to see anything that wasn’t 5 feet in front of his face. And it was hot. He had gone for a dark blue button down, and he was thankful at this point that it was a dark colour and wasn’t showing how much he was sweating. It wasn’t pleasant.

‘Two cosmo’s please,’ a singsong voice broke through his old man grumpiness and he turned to see who had spoken. A couple of people down from him, a blonde haired woman was leaning against the bar ordering from the bartender. She was probably a couple of years younger than him and seemed to be having a much better time of it than he was. Her smile was the brightest thing he had seen in a while, stretching from ear to ear. Her blonde hair was tucked behind her ear but was shining in the spotlights that were positioned around the bar. Matt couldn’t see what she was wearing from where he was sitting, just that it had short or no sleeves as her bare arm was reaching out to pass her card over.

He shook himself and made himself look away, he wasn’t going to be that creep staring at a girl he didn’t know across the bar. He hated those guys, the ones that made women uncomfortable for just existing. He wasn’t going to that. He heard her call out thanks to the bartender and a small smile tugged on his cheeks. He hadn’t heard anyone ever be so happy about being polite at a club like this in Chicago.

He gave himself one more opportunity to glance over at her before deciding he wouldn’t do so again and noticed her walking over to her friend on the dance floor. Her friend had her back to her but when she approached she turned round and Matt was shocked. It was his candidate, Stella Kidd. A couple of thoughts ran through his head at the same time. If Stella saw Kelly making out with some random girl, drama would probably ensue. He wasn’t creeping on the blonde anymore, he was simply looking at someone he knew and the person she was dancing with. And if he drank one more drink, he might pluck up the courage to actually go talk to her.

From here he saw the blonde pass over the second drink to Stella, who paused her dancing to down a huge gulp and then grab her friend's hand and spin her around. He could see now that she was wearing a tight fitting navy blue dress, and his previous assumption had been correct, it was sleeveless and showed off her notably toned arms. Maybe she was also a candidate like Kidd, he thought to himself.

‘Having fun,’ he heard Kelly’s voice from behind him and felt him slap him on the back at the same time. ‘Oh, she’s cute,’ Kelly said, following Matt's gaze and spotting the woman it was currently locked on to.

‘Oh shut up,’ Matt said, turning away from the blonde and Stella and looking at his friend. ‘Did you see who she was dancing with?’ He asked in an attempt to distract Severide from giving him any more crap.

‘Oh shit, it’s Kidd,’ Kelly said, his eyes widening in realisation. ‘We should go say hi!’ He said excitedly.

‘What happened to your friend?’ Matt asked, raising an eyebrow.

‘She had to go home, she invited me to go with her but tonight's about you my friend’, Kelly said with a deep laugh. ‘And we are going to go get you introduced to Kidd’s pretty blonde haired friend.’

‘Severide,’ Matt said through gritted teeth as Kelly began to make his way towards the women in the middle of the dance floor. He had two choices now, follow Severide and look like his weirdo friend, or stay at the bar and look like his weirdo friend. Matt downed the rest of his beer in one gulp and got up, his weirdo friend that was not sat at the bar was the decision. The club was almost at capacity so making his way across the dance floor took some time, there were body’s pressing up against him on all sides and he didn't want to think about how much strangers' sweat was on him right now.

‘There he is!’ Kelly said loudly, trying to speak over the thudding of the music, ‘Matt, this is Sylvie, she’s Stella’s best friend.’ His friend shot him a wink and turned his attention back to Stella. Matt wasn’t sure why the pair had danced around each other as much as they had when Stella was stationed at 51. Maybe she didn’t want it to look like she was just sleeping with a Lieutenant, which he understood, but anyone who took one look at the two of them could see that they had something undeniable between them.

‘Hi,’ he said loudly, drawing himself slightly closer to Sylvie so she could hear what he was saying.

‘Hi Matt,’ she said, she was now close enough that he could smell her perfume, or was it just her natural scent. It was light and vanillary and Matt was sure if he spent too long breathing it in, it would forever be imprinted onto his mind. ‘You a firefighter too?’ She asked, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear whilst still swaying slightly to the music.

‘Yeah, yeah I am,’ Matt said with an odd little nod. He wasn’t sure why he had lost the ability to hold a normal conversation but there was something about Sylvie that was taking all the thoughts in his head and scrambling them up. ‘Are you?’

Sylvie laughed and Matt felt his stomach jump, her laugh had to be one of the most beautiful things he had ever heard, it was like birdsong on a summer's day. ‘No, I’m a teacher, second grade,’ she said with a smile. ‘Do you want to dance, or go get a drink?’ She asked, clearly noticing how Matt was still standing awkwardly on the dance floor. Stella had pulled Kelly deeper into the dance floor and there was no longer any space between them, her arms around his neck and his tight around her waist, his head tucked into her neck.

‘Dancing is good,’ Matt said and immediately wanted to kick himself. Dancing is good. Who says dancing is good. Clearly he did. Luckily, Sylvie let out another little giggle at his word and reached out to take his hands and placed them on her hips. Matt swallowed as she pulled herself closer and threw her arms around his neck, smiling as she ducked her head slightly and began to sway her hips. Matt happily let her take the lead and allowed himself to feel the movements of her hips in his hands then moved himself along with her. The proximity between them was not quite as non-existent as that between Stella and Kelly, but it was close enough that the vanilla fragrance from earlier, was now wrapped around them both.

The crowd bustled around them meaning that by the end of the song, his hands were now joined around Sylvie’s back and she was pulled closer to him. Their bodies were now moving as one, swaying to the beat of whatever music was playing. Matt couldn’t tell you what it was, his attention was focused on the woman in his arms.

As the beat picked up slightly, Sylvie spun in his arms and his front was now pressed to her back, his hands resting on her stomach as she brought one hand down from his neck to lace her fingers through his. The one that remained around his neck was tangling in his hair, tugging his head down slightly so it was only an inch or so from the bare expense of her neck. It felt like an invitation, an invitation for him to latch his lips onto her pulse point, and it took everything in him to hold back. If he was lucky enough to get to kiss this girl tonight, he was going to do it properly, and not just her neck in the middle of the dance floor. However, it didn’t stop him from pulling her a little closer so she was flush against his front. He was sure she could feel the effect she was having on him, but she made no comment, simply wriggled herself a little closer. She knew exactly what she was doing.

He continued to keep his movements in line with hers, increasing his speed as she did and slowing down slightly, squeezing her fingers when her movements slowed. He felt her lips close to his ear as the song drew to an end.

‘How’s that drink sound now?’ She asked, her breath warm against his skin.

‘Sounds perfect,’ he responded. Unwrapping his arms from her, but missing the contact immediately, he reached out to grab her hand and pull her towards the bar. He was only slightly surprised when she didn’t pull her hand out of his when they reached their destination, instead she wrapped her free hand around his arm, pulling herself to be even closer to him. This might be due to the number of people around the bar, but Matt hoped very much it wasn’t and that she was experiencing the same magnetic pull he was.

‘What do you want?’ Matt said, back to whispering in her ear again, it was slightly quieter at the bar than the dance floor but he hoped she would return in kind.

He was right to hope. ‘Mangorita please,’ she responded, quietly against his ear.

‘Coming right up,’ he winked at her. He wasn’t quite sure what had gotten into him, he wasn’t usually so brazen with his flirting. He turned to call the bartender over but kept a tight hold of Sylvie’s hand as he did so. Whilst he was ordering, he didn’t notice that a young man on the other side of them was attempting to strike up a conversation with her.

‘I’m with my boyfriend sorry,’ he heard her say and his heart started to race. He knew she had only said it to get rid of the unwanted attention but it still brought a blush upon his cheeks.

‘Boyfriend hey,’ he said as he passed her the drink she had ordered, a shit eating grin painted on his face.

‘Well it got rid of him didn’t it,’ she said with a smirk, taking a sip and licking her lips, never once removing her gaze from his. Matt swallowed deeply.

As they headed over to one of the vacant high tables at the back of the club, Matt felt a hand on his shoulder, turning to see Kelly with a grinning Stella tucked under his arm.

‘We’re heading off mate, you good?’ He asked, keeping a close hold on Stella as he did so.

‘Yeah, we are good,’ he said with a smile.

‘I’ll make sure Matt gets me home safe,’ Sylvie said, looking at Stella as she did so.

‘I expect nothing less,’ Stella said with a smirk. ‘See you in the morning then,’ she waved as Kelly led them both towards the exit. ‘Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,’ she called over her shoulder with a giggle.

‘I’d apologise for her but I hear you already know our Stella Kidd,’ Sylvie said, perching on the single empty chair and allowing Matt to lean up against the table, not quite crowding her space but giving him the opportunity should he wish to.

‘That I do,’ Matt said with a chuckle, resting his beer on the table. ‘She was my candidate up until recently, probably the best candidate I’ve ever trained but don’t tell her I said so.’ He tapped his nose dramatically in the universal signal for secret keeping.

‘Your secret is safe with me Matt,’ Sylvie smiled up at him. The lighting over at the tables was slightly brighter than that of the bar and the dance floor, and Matt was once again floored at her beauty. She really was stunning.

The conversation easily turned to talk of Sylvie’s job; she was passionate about teaching and Matt could tell she cared deeply about the children under her care. Matt learnt she had a younger sister, who had only just turned one, who lived outside of the city. She tried to visit as often as she could but still wished to visit her more. Matt in turn told her about his own sister, Christie, and his niece, Violet. He left out the slightly sordid information about his parents, that wasn’t a conversation topic when trying to impress the pretty girl in the club.

Talking with Sylvie was easy, she made him both want to talk about himself, something he wasn’t really a fan of usually, but also wanted to listen to everything she had to say. She told him that she lived with Stella, the pair meeting at a local Zumba class and when Stella learnt that she lived in a less than desirable neighbourhood had insisted that she move in with her. Matt listened carefully as she told him of her childhood, spending time with her parents and brother on their farm in Indiana. As they conversed, he slowly moved closer to her, more subconsciously than a conscious decision, until he was pressed against the side of her legs, his arm resting on the back of the chair. And if he started to wrap a single curl of her hair around his finger, who could blame him.

He told her how he met Kelly, the pair being in the same academy class with their friend, Andy Darden. He even told her of Darden’s death, how it had made him question his decision to be a firefighter but soon realised that wasn’t what Andy would have wanted. All three of them loved their job and serving the city, so instead he made sure to honour Darden in all his calls, doing for him what he could no longer do himself.

Sylvie, although unable to move closer due to her position on the chair, at some point had placed one of her hands on his hip, her fingers sliding through his belt loop, keeping him close. It was only when the lights were switched on and the pair looked around, they realised they had closed the club down.

‘Oh,’ Sylvie said, her mouth dropping open. ‘They are closing, what time is it?’

Matt pulled out his phone and glanced at the lock screen, ‘it’s 4am,’ he said with a smirk.

‘We talked all night,’ Sylvie said quietly, her cheeks reddening at the realisation.

‘Well the company was good,’ Matt said with a smile. ‘Do you want to go get something to eat, there’s an all night diner just round the corner?’ He hoped she would say yes, that he wasn’t pushing his luck. And when she smiled up at him and nodded, he realised he wasn’t at all.

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They sat in a corner booth, tucked in the back of the diner, and continued the conversation they were having in the club whilst ordering some bacon, eggs and toast. Both deciding they didn’t feel like anything too complicated, just something to soak up what was remaining of the alcohol in their systems.

It had been a long time since Matt had felt so comfortable around someone, so comfortable to be himself, to not need to hide behind his title or his profession, or being Kelly Severide’s best friend. Here he could just be Matt Casey, and Matt Casey was clearly someone who Sylvie was happy to spend time with. And she appeared to be equally comfortable in his company as well.

The conversation turned to deeper topics as the sun started to peek through the windows, Sylvie telling Matt about her adoption and Matt deciding to trust her with the topic of his parents when she asked.

‘What about your parents?’ Sylvie had asked innocently.

‘It’s not usually a topic I broach on a first date,’ he said with a small smile.

‘Well if the first date was the club then surely this is the second date,’ Sylvie said, nudging his foot under the table with her own. ‘But you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,’ she added with a soft smile.

‘Well, my father has passed,’ Matt started and as he did so, he saw the sadness creep across Sylvie’s face. She reached out to rest her hand on top of his, a sign of comfort. So he flipped his over and laced his fingers with hers, taking confidence in the contact. ‘He was murdered. By my mother.’ He saw Sylvie’s mouth drop open, but instead of pulling her hand away as he anticipated she might, she squeezed his hand gently, an open invitation to continue. ‘He wasn’t a good man, he used to beat her, and me. I kept Christie away from it all but that was all I could do. It got too much for Mom, so she killed him. She’s in prison currently.’ He had been staring at their joined hands the whole time so when he finished he glanced up. Normally when he told his story, people just shut down or pitied him. But the look in Sylvie’s eyes wasn’t pity, it was warmth, and maybe an understanding of why he had held out telling her until now.

‘Do you visit?’ She asked, and Matt had to smile. Others would ask how she killed him or how much time she was given, but this was just proof that Sylvie was exactly who he thought she was, a caring soul.

‘Not as often as I should, I go with Christie when she asks me too, supportive brother,’ he chuckled sadly. ‘But really I just don’t think about it. And now you see why I avoid the topic on first dates,’ he said with a smirk, returning the squeeze to her hand.

‘I understand, well thank you for trusting me Matt,’ she said with a small smile and the pair settled into a comfortable silence, their hands still linked together on the table.

They stayed that way until the waitress brought them the check.

‘Will you let me treat?’ Matt asked.

‘I will, if you let me pay nex time,’ Sylvie responded with a smile.

‘There’s going to be a next time?’ Matt asked.

‘I think so,’ Sylvie said with a smirk, getting to her feet. ‘If you walk me home.’

‘Of course,’ Matt said with a smile before he went to settle the tab. His smile seemed like a new permanent feature pulling at his cheeks.

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Strolling through the streets of Chicago with the sun rising over the skyline, a beautiful girl clutching tightly to his hand, Matt thought this might be the happiest he had been in quite some time. They had opted not to get a cab, and walk instead. Sylvie had said it was only a 20 minute walk, and neither seemed inclined to cut their evening, or morning together, short if they could help it.

They didn’t say much as they walked, simply enjoying the company of each other with the odd comment made about a certain restaurant or park that they passed. They were content to just be together.

Their walking speed slowed as the 20 minutes drew closer to an end, Matt wasn’t sure if he was the one controlling the speed or if it was Sylvie, but he wasn’t complaining and seemingly neither was she.

‘This is me,’ she said a short time later, coming to a stop outside of an apartment building. ‘Walk me up?’ She asked softly.

‘I promised Stella I would make sure you got home safe, and I am a man of my word,’ he smiled as he opened the door for her.

‘That and you’re scared of Stella’s wrath,’ Sylvie chuckled as she walked through it.

‘Oh definitely,’ he laughed.

He followed Sylvie up two flights of stairs, both ignoring the elevator for the same reason they hadn’t called a cab. Sylvie stopped outside a door with a Hello! welcome mat, placing her key in the lock and opening the door slightly, she turned back to Matt with a soft smile.

‘Well thank you Matt, for the most wonderful of evenings.’

‘The pleasure was mine Sylvie,’ he said with a smile. He turned to leave, not wanting to impose, although the last thing on his mind was walking away from her right now.

‘Matt,’ Sylvie spoke from behind him. ‘Do you want to come in?’

Matt turned around slowly, walking back towards her before coming to a halt, just inches from her. ‘I want nothing more, but I have to be on shift in a couple of hours, and you deserve so much more than a couple of hours,’ he spoke softly, reaching out to push a hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear and cupping her cheek after.

‘So kiss me now, and come back when you have more than a couple of hours,’ Sylvie said, her voice thick with desire, her words barely more than a whisper.

‘Now that I can do,’ Matt said, his voice equally heavy. Keeping his hand on her cheek, he brought his head down slowly, pausing when his lips were within a hair's breadth of touching hers. ‘That I can do,’ he repeated before sealing his lips to hers. He felt her wrap her hands around his back and pull him closer to her. Their bodies pressing tightly together as their lips moved together in a slow dance. He swiped his tongue across the seam of her lips and was granted entrance immediately, he couldn’t hold back the moan when his tongue met hers, soft and warm. His hand moved to bury itself in her hair, the other resting on her back, keeping her firm against him. He could feel her hands fisting his shirt, causing it to rise up and reveal a sliver of skin between the cotton and his jeans. Her small hand worked its way up and under the material, her palm hot against his bare skin. The kiss grew hotter and faster, no longer a dance and becoming a battle between them. He was drunk on her, on her smell, her taste, the feel of her under his hands. He was equally drawn in by her hand against his skin, and the thought of those hands roaming over his entire body, with no material separating them, caused a rush of blood to his crotch.

Not wanting to cause a scene in the hallway, he pulled back gently, separating their lips and resting his forehead against hers. They both were panting, seeming to have forgotten to breathe throughout their encounter.

‘I should go,’ Matt said, trying to steady his breathing. ‘Before the police get called for indecent exposure,’ he chuckled.

‘Wouldn’t want that,’ Sylvie said, but kept her palm firm against his back. ‘Come over when your shift is done?’ She asked, looking up at him as she pulled back.

‘It’ll be done at 8am tomorrow,’ Matt said, disappointment flooding his system but only for a moment.

‘I’ll be awake for 8 then,’ Sylvie responded, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as her eyes roamed down his body, not a hint of embarrassment colouring her gaze.

‘I shall see you tomorrow then Sylvie,’ he said, pressing his lips gently against hers again in a chaste kiss.

‘See you tomorrow Matt,’ she smiled as she pulled herself back, reluctantly severing all points of contact. ‘Stay safe,’ she said as he walked backwards, wanting to remember this moment and how she looked, red faced and flushed in her doorway.

‘For you, always,’ he said with a smile. He prayed this shift would go quickly and he would be able to leave the firehouse at exactly 8am. He didn’t want to be apart from her for a moment longer than he needed to. She was something special and he intended to make sure she knew it. Many times over if she let him.

Turns out Kelly had been right, a night in the club had been what Matt had needed after all.

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Broken Bonds- Pt 4

Former (ish) Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader, one night stand- soon to be Baby daddy Jay Halstead x Reader

The news is out about your pregnancy, you find a new place with Voight’s help & you and Jay both start therapy

Warnings: mention of sex and violence

A/N: yall know the calm before the storm? Consider this chapter that calm

You knew everything would change the moment you and Jay told everyone outside of Stella, Kelly and Dr Asher. How could it not? When it was just the two of you and those three it kept you inside that little bubble and let you pretend for just a minute that your life wasn’t completely changed and would never again be on the path of what you thought it would be just a year or so before.

You were still a detective, that much would never change. Hank assured you that once you got too far along for field work you would be on desk duty then after you had the baby and was cleared to return to the job your spot in intelligence would be waiting because in his words “You’re one of mine Kidd”  

That helped some of your feelings on that front but it didn’t take long for word to start to spread and when word spread gossip quickly followed. About a week or so had passed since Hank had filed the necessary paperwork with HR and so far no one had the guts to outright say anything to your face but you saw the looks some of the uniforms would give you and had overheard Trudy threaten to “Make sure they couldn’t get a job working the gate at a petting zoo”

How did it look? They’d seen you with Mouse for over three years and during that time he and Jay were always shoulder to shoulder then he leaves and you’re pregnant with Jay’s baby.  The station house was a safe haven, Chief Boden ran a tight ship and any time you stepped foot in there no cross word or look was ever thought about being passed your way. You knew that was partially due to Kelly and Stella’s combined tempers but still it was appreciated.

You knew if you told Hank about any of the uniforms he’d handle it but what was that saying if you had to run to your sergeant to fight your battles for you? You hadn’t even told Jay or Stella about some of the comments you’d caught the rear end of. They didn’t need to know. You could handle it.

You weren’t going in until later in the day because you had your first appointment with Dr Charles. Jay had started his two days before you considering he’d actually gotten violent with someone on the job. Since the appointment wasn’t until ten you got up early and headed to the gym CFD used. You needed to get out some frustrations and Dr Asher said low impact workouts were fine.

You had your earbuds in as you hit the heavy bag. Every punch landed solidly, the muscles in your shoulders relaxing the more you moved. You weren’t sleeping worth a shit still but you were fairly certain that was because you were living alone for the first time in probably five years give or take. Once you’d dropped the baby bomb on Hank he’d called someone that knew someone and miraculously a place in a decent neighborhood within your budget opened up.

You were glad you found the place. You needed your own space with the baby coming and Stella and Kelly needed their own space as a married couple but it was too quiet at night without the rattle of Mrs Johnson’s washer or Kelly snoring and Stella threatening him through the wall. Hank told you to enjoy the silence before the baby got here but you couldn’t. Your mind moved too much to do that.

You felt someone touch your shoulder and spun to see Cruz jump back with his hands up defensively. You meekly pulled the earbuds out “Hey Joe” he smiled “Was my fault. Shouldn’t have spooked a pregnant woman beating the hell out a heavy bag. Shouldn’t be a clue to go away” You laughed at that and it felt good to see a friendly face that didn’t make you feel like you needed to hide anything “How ya been? How’s Chloe?” you asked as you started to unwrap your hands.

He nodded “She’s good” . You put your wraps and earbuds in your bag and grabbed your water bottle. He motioned to your stomach “How are you?” you shrugged “About fifteen weeks so second trimester. Nausea has eased up and I'm starting to feel some flutters” he grinned “Really? That’s awesome”

You smiled and felt one of the mentioned flutters. It was weird like a cricket running across your stomach from inside. “And there it is” you laughed and his eyes lit up “Probably liking the heavy bag like their mama already. I’ll let you get going but if you need anything just let us know and when you find out you know Chloe will be buying outfits” you laughed “And I’ll gladly let them wear anything she picks out. She’ll probably be better at dressing them out than me”

You sat across from Dr Charles picking at the skin around your nails. “So, Y/N. When you and Jay met with me to discuss starting therapy in one on one sessions you hit a little on what you needed but I only got the jist of it. I spoke to him a couple days ago as you know and got a better understanding of what he needs during our sessions but now’s your turns”

“Yay” you whispered, barely raising your eyes. You respected Dr Charles, he was a good psychiatrist and a decent man but as much as you needed to do this the actual putting words out there part was giving you pause. “How’s the new place?” he asked and you nodded “It’s good. It’s quiet” 

He raised an eyebrow “Quiet” you shrugged “I haven’t lived alone in a long time. I was with Mouse..Greg for three years and before that I lived with Kevin for a few months then I’ve been living with my sister and her husband. The quiet is loud” he nodded. “Can we talk about Greg?”

You let out a breath “Yeah” he smiled “How’d you meet him?” you couldn’t help but laugh “Through Jay. They were in the rangers together. Served two tours in Afghanistan at each other's side before they were both medically discharged” “Why were they both medically discharged?”

“There was a convoy, they were in the lead humvee and well some bad shit went down..can I cuss in here?” you were talking without thinking by then and he smiled “If it helps by all means” you leaned back on the couch you were sitting on, absentmindedly laying a hand on your stomach.  “What was your relationship like?” he asked and you sighed “When we first met he was still not in a good headspace, going through alot but he’d just got hired at CPD as a civilian contractor attached to our unit. We hit it off pretty well considering. We became friends fairly easily”

“So your relationship formed organically?” he asked and you nodded “Yeah. It took months before we ever kissed” “You’re still in love with him” it was more of a statement than a question but you responded “Yes” regardless. “Why did you have sex with his best friend if you’re still in love with him?”

Your eyes widened at his words “Excuse me?” he sat back, clearly waiting for an answer. “He wanted to rejoin the Rangers. He wasn’t happy with where he was and it was affecting his mental state. With all he’d been through I chose to support him. I wanted to stay together and make it work but the thought of putting me through a deployment that he had no idea of the end date of didn’t set right with him so he told me he loved me and always would but broke things off before he left”

“So he broke up with you?” he asked and you felt tears spring to your eyes “Yes. Damn” he nodded and leaned up in his seat “If he would’ve stayed, would the situation ever have arisen?” you knew he meant you and Jay sleeping together. You shook your head “No. I love Greg. Jay does too, he’s like a brother to him. I’d never would have cheated on him and Jay would have never betrayed him”

He nodded again “Another question Detective Kidd. Had Greg not broken up with you do you think even in your less than sober state you would’ve broken his trust?” you thought back to that night that you and Jay had slept together. 

“Why couldn’t he leave me that much to hold onto?” your voice had broken on the last end of the question and Jay gave you a small smile “At least he told you to your face. Erin didn’t even tell me goodbye. I had to find out from Voight” you turned to swing your feet up onto his couch so he lifted them to put in his lap. 

You winced slightly from the large bruise that ran from your left hip down to the ankle and he grimaced when he realized he’d hurt you “Shit, I’m sorry” you laughed and motioned to the half drank bottle of bourbon on the table next to his arm “Pass that my way and it won’t hurt much longer” he shook his head but reached over and grabbed the bottle, taking a swig before passing it to you. His hand started to gently rub the damaged area,trying to soothe it along with the alcohol warming your system.

You shook your head to clear the memories and to focus on Dr Charles before saying “No. I wouldn’t have. We were getting drunk because we were hurt and both heart broken from the people we loved leaving us one way or another” he shrugged “Ok then. That’s a good first step”

“How’d it go?” Jay asked as you sat down at your desk. You cut your eyes up at him “Patient confidentiality Detective Halstead” he rolled his eyes “I mean, he pushes buttons doesn’t he?” you laughed “That puts it lightly but he gets you talking even if you don’t want to”  

Another little cricket movement ran across your stomach and he must have noticed you flinch because his eyebrows furrowed the way they did when he was trying to figure something out “You ok?” you nodded  “Yeah. Lil bit is starting to get active” his eyes lit up “Really” he reached across in an attempt to touch your stomach so you held up a pen threateningly “No touchy! You wouldn’t feel anyways. It’s not hard enough for anyone on the outside to feel yet”

“Did you just threaten to stab Jay for trying to touch your stomach?” Hailey asked from where she stood at the top of the stairs. The rest of the team were coming back from lunch and were behind her. You dropped the pen and smiled “I don’t like the belly thing. It’s not public property because there’s a little person in there. When he gets ok with people rubbing a certain body part of his saying look what you did then I’ll be ok with my stomach getting rubbed at random” 

Adam and Kevin burst out laughing and even Kim was smirking to hide her laugh. Hailey looked pure proud from the amount of sass you’d been showing and Hank walked up behind them all and simply shook his head at you “You sound like Camille. Everyone asks before you touch. Now let’s get some work done!” you smiled a thank you at him then jumped into the case you’d been working the last day.

You walked into the door of your apartment and closed it behind you, turning the locks. The furniture was there, everything was paid but damn it felt empty. It was so quiet even with the tv going. You sighed out a long breath and decided to take a shower then just order takeout. 

You hadn’t heard anything from Mouse since the email. He was more than likely still in the field. You wanted to hear his voice but knew you would break down. If you cried, would he assume you just missed him?  Dr Charles had struck a chord and you planned to keep seeing him. The guilt was a distraction and stress you didn’t need added onto you.

The thought still plagued you of just what this would do to his psyche? He’d been through one battle with PTSD and addiction before. Even if it would crush you, what if he moved on? If he found someone he wanted, would it hurt him as bad to see you with Jay’s child?

You’d rather have him whole and not love you anymore than to still love you and it cost him everything.

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Once you were out of the shower and dressed you heard a knock at the door and assumed it was your takeout, so you grabbed your wallet and went to pay. Instead of Carla the lady from the Chinese place on the corner it was Jay. He held up a bag with the Chinese place’s logo “I picked up your food” you gave him a look and he rolled his eyes “You’ve wanted Chinese the last three days”

You stepped back to let him in so he headed towards the kitchen and sat the bag down before turning to face you. You stood in the center of the living room with your arms crossed “You do know just because this” you waved at your stomach “Is half yours” you waved an arm around your apartment “Doesn’t mean this is”

He grinned “I know. I just wanted to check on you” you knew something else was on his mind so you uncrossed your arms “Speak” he laughed before rubbing a hand across his neck “I was um looking at some of those papers” “Oh boy” Dr Asher gave you two some papers with pregnancy milestones.

“And?” you asked and he laughed “We’re not those people that wait until birth to find out the sex of the baby are we?” Did he really come across town to ask you that? You laughed “God no! The scan is already scheduled! Check your phone! I added it to the calendar!”

He pulled his phone out and clicked a few buttons before looking up at you “How did you..” When it registered he laughed “What all did he teach you?” you grinned “Wouldn’t you like to know?” 

He shook his head “Well in that case, enjoy your food” he headed for the door but stopped with his hand on it when you asked “What are you hoping for?” He shrugged “I don’t really care as long as it’s healthy but if I had to pick? I agree with Voight. I much rather another you than another me” you shook your head with a laugh and told him good night then promised to relock all the locks.

Part 5

[fire-for-you]

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

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pairing - m. casey x k. severide

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

word count - 427

summary - (i'd say it's pretty self-explanatory) for part one: drunk gabby

a/n - do you want to read the rewritten version of this chapter? you can here :)

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Matt took a swig of his beer, looking at his boyfriend across the bar. He watched as Kelly laughed along with Capp at something Tony said. He was about to get up to sit by them when someone crashed into him.

Gabby almost banged her head on the bar before Casey caught her.

"Geez, Gabby, how drunk are you?" He asked, laughing slightly.

"Drunk? Who's she? I've never met her." She mumbled. The brunette raised her hand, signaling Stella over.

"Whoa-ho-ho. You don't need anymore. I better take you home." Casey looked to the bartender before him, "Kidd, can you watch her for a little bit, get her some water?" She nodded, grabbing a glass.

Matt headed over to Kelly's table, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Hey, I'm gonna take Gabby home; she's kinda drunk. I'll see you later?"

Kelly said, "Okay," before pulling him in for a chaste kiss.

Matt hummed a little, falling away from him and walking back to the bar.

Dawson was swaying along to the music, sloshing her water in every direction. Once she saw the blonde, she called him, "Casey! Come dance with me!"

"No, Gabby, come on. Let's get you home." He stuck out his arm, waiting for her to grab on. She did, after setting her glass down and saying goodbyes.

They walked toward the door, looking suspiciously like a couple.

Dawson leaned almost entirely on her friend. The walk to Casey's truck was quiet, the woman on his side drifting from closed eyes to open ones.

Soon enough, the door was open, and he was helping her inside, even buckling the seatbelt, before getting in himself.

Halfway to the paramedic's apartment, she spoke up. "Casey? How come you've never asked me out? I mean, I feel like it's inevitable. We're both hot; we gotta be bound to end up in the sheets eventually."

"Ah, well, I've never thought of you that way. And getting in a relationship with one of my subordinates is risky-" the sound of snoring cut Matt off, and Gabby slumped over in her seat. "Plus, I love Kelly." He finished quietly.

The rest of the drive was peaceful, the Captain turning on the radio and singing along. When they reached the complex, Matt gently shook Dawson awake, and she made her way to the door, assuring the other she was okay to get to her apartment. They said goodbye, and Casey drove off, making his way to Severide's loft.

After Kelly opened the door, he ensured that part of the night wasn't so quiet.

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