#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. ❤️ 😊

[leslieseveride]

stella: *opens her mouth*

kelly: 😍😍😍

[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.

———————

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.”

———————

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.

[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…

[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.

[shewholovesall]

The Keeper of the Stars

The Keeper of the Stars

Song by

Tracy Byrd

It was no accident Me finding you Someone had a hand in it Long before we ever knew Now I just can't believe You're in my life Heaven's smilin' down on me As I look at you tonight

I tip my hat to the keeper of the stars He sure knew what he was doin' When he joined these two hearts I hold everything When I hold you in my arms I've got all I'll ever need Thanks to the keeper of the stars

Soft moonlight on your face oh, how you shine It takes my breath away Just to look into your eyes I know I don't deserve

A treasure like you There really are no words To show my gratitude

So I tip my hat to the keeper of the stars He sure knew what he was doin' When he joined these two hearts I hold everything When I hold you in my arms I've got all I'll ever need Thanks to the keeper of the stars

It was no accident Me finding you Someone had a hand in it Long before we ever knew

Kelly and Stella were in the Captain’s quarters on the Tourist boat that they just got married on.  Kelly looked over and saw that Brett had brought something that Stella grabbed and then Brett left them alone again.

“What do you have there Mrs. Severide,” Kelly asked, slowly saying her new name. Stella turned around and kept the surprise behind her back; her smile was as big as possible. Stella didn’t think she’d ever stop smiling. “While we’re alone I wanted us to have a drink not only together as husband and wife and someone else too.” Stella brought a bottle of Tequila from behind her back. Kelly could feel his face show confusion. Stella liked cocktails and would add Tequila o drinks but straight tequila wasn’t her favorite and it wasn’t his either.

Stella looked at Kelly and took his hands so he was brought back to her attention and he squeezed her hands and rubbed his fingers over her wedding ring. “I thought we should have a drink with Shay. This was her drink right? I think it’s the right brand. It was hard to figure that out. Especially without asking you, because I wanted it to be a surprise.”   Stella looked at Kelly who was looking at her like he wasn’t quite sure what to say but she saw his eyes shining, he looked like he was tearing up. “I’m sorry babe. Maybe I should have asked you. But I know that Shay is so important to you and I know it’s  hard for you to talk about her but I wanted her to be here in some…” Kelly pressed his lips against his wife. Kelly would never get tired of that. Stella Kidd was his wife. His hands moved from hers to frame her face as he kissed her. Stella kissed him back and smiled into the kiss. “ Stella. Take a breath, honey. I.. I love the idea. And it is her favorite brand and even if it wasn’t…you thinking about it. I appreciate it so much.” Stella smiled as Kelly talked about her surprise. He took the bottle and he poured both shots.

Kelly knew he didn’t talk about Shay a lot. The pain of her loss was more intense when he talked about her than when he didn’t.  “I know Shay always wanted me to find someone. She was never into the girls I used to date…Anyways…” Kelly stopped; he didn’t want to talk about the other woman he’s been with in the past. But he wanted to share something with Stella about Shay because he knew that Stella was patient in regards to him not communicating a lot about shay. “ I want you to know.. That I think .. no, I know she would have loved you.”

Stella’s heart fluttered at him saying that. Magic is what she told him he was to her. To have Kelly tell her that his best friend would have loved her made her feel even better about today if that was even possible. She felt her smile grow bigger, she was also just happy that he was sharing a part of Shay with her. “I mentioned you to her once. After that training course. And after I broke into your house. She told me I was insane and that I sholdn’t have done that and lucky that I didn’t get arrested.” Stella laughed. “You told her about me?” Stella couldn’t believe it , Shay knew about her existence but hat was when she was till in the other unhappy marriage. “I did. She told me that I needed someone like you. She made fun of me due to my crush on you. She also told me that we’d meet again and said that it sounded like we were meant to be in each other's lives. Then when you came to 51 after you left him and your house got closed. I thought she was right, and I also thought…. I think Shay helped bring us together.” Stella had a watery smile, but she was so content in this moment. She lifted her hands to cradle Kelly’s face and leaned up and kissed him. “Thank you for telling me that. I love you so much. And I wish she was here physically here for you today. I love the fact that you feel that your best friend would have loved me. Thank you for sharing Shay with me today.”

 Stella picked up the glasses and handed one to Kelly. She held one up and then decided to talk directly to Shay “Shay, I know we never got to meet but I want you to know that I will do my best to keep this man out of trouble to the best of my ability which I’m sure you did as well. Thank you for keeping him in one piece and thank you for bringing us back together.’

Kelly just listened as Stella spoke to Shay as if she was there with them. He did feel Shay here today. He lifted him and before he touched his glass to Stella, he decided to say something to Shay while Stella was there. “Hey Shay, I …I hope you like that we’re going to drink Tequila straight. I wish you were here but I hope you are happy wherever you are. With you I learned what it means to be a true friend, even if you are not with me, I love and miss you more than you know. You are my best friend today and always.” Kelly finished with his voice breaking at the end.  Stella took Kelly’s free hand, and they clinked the glasses together as they said: “To Shay.”  

After they both took a drink. Kelly used his arms to bring Stella closer to him and he kissed and squeezed her hips as he did. While he brought her closer, She moved her arms around his shoulders to bring him close to her as they kissed.

Stella and Kelly both looked towards the door when they heard a knock. “That would be Brett. Our alone time for now is over. Now we’re supposed to celebrate with our other friends. Kelly nodded as she said that. Stella knew that Kelly was never a man of many words and he said a lot she knew he was happy about their wedding and also sad so she didn’t mind that he just nodded. Kelly opened his mouth as he wiped at his eyes where some tears of happiness and sadness pulled. As long as I get to be married to you. I’m good with wherever and whatever I need to do.” Stella smiled and grabbed his hand grabbed the tequila bottle and left the captain’s quarters to continue their reception with the rest of their family and friends.

[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.

[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.

[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

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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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[spexialvixtimxunit]

From Behind

Day 3.) From Behind - Top!Stella Kidd

Warnings: Slight angst to mild NSFW, Top!Stella Kidd x Black!Afab!Female!Reader, angry sex,

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*there are writing mistakes in my works, I don’t proofread!*

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"And he had the nerve to tell me that I was less of him because he was a man and that my job wasn't harder than his because I'm supposed to stay in my place." She blustered at you, making sure you heard every word.

"I mean, what kind of person says that?" Stella paced with anger around the living room in your shared apartment, getting everything off of her chest from the shift before she came home.

She didn't even have a chance to change clothes, as she was still in her lieutenant's uniform which was surprisingly clean. She would usually come home with soot or dirt all over herself from a long day of nonstop calls.

"I am a lieutenant for god sake! I worked my ass off just for some chief to tell me that I don't deserve my spot because I'm a woman?" She growled. Her body was tense and you could tell she needed to calm down.

"Stella, maybe you should relax a bit. The shift is over and we can worry about this guy tomorrow." You said getting up from the couch and going towards Stella, trying to place your hands on her tense shoulders but she was quick to recoil.

"Stella, what-" You couldn't even finish before she stormed off into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. You let out a sigh and tried opening the door but it was locked. "Stella, honey." You expressed while knocking on the door, but only to hear rustling from the other side.

"Open the door, okay? I can understand why you're so upset but baby you need to open the d-" The door swung open, with a disheveled Stella on the other side. She was quick to pull your body close to hers, engrossing you in a vigorous kiss.

Your attention was taken with force from the kiss she locked you in and it was a short but quick detail to notice something pressed against your inner thigh.

You let out a moan as she began to attack your neck, ravaging the skin. "Stel, what are you-" You said in between whimpers. "Just let me do this. Please." She held you close within her grasp, digging her face into your neck.

You now realized that the thing pressed against your inner thigh was a bulge from Stella's uniform pants. “I never wanted to fuck you more than I do now.” She said while pushing you onto the bed.

Stella hovered over your body, unzipping her uniform jeans to release the bulge from underneath, exposing the plastic strap. I guess that was why she locked the door on you. “I can’t wait to have you scream my name. Don't worry, I'll make sure you'll love it.” She growled while flipping you over and pulling your sweatpants and underwear off of your legs.

Stella leaned in forward and your breath hitched as she whispered in your ear, "Your safe word is butterfly." She was quick to pull your hips towards her waist as she trusted herself inside of you.

Her pace was fast and rough and you both were enjoying it. You could tell how tempered she was just by her thrust. Soft whimpers spilled out of Stella’s mouth, you could tell how desperate she was in wanting you to cum.

“Please, I want you to cum so hard on me. I’m going to make you cum really hard.” She whined pitifully while picking up her pace, digging her nails into your hips, making you moan out her name, laying your face into the pillow beneath you.

Looking back you could see a frustrated Stella with her braided bun now messy, coming undone with a few strands out. Her face was flushed and you could tell that she was close to getting off just by looking at you.

Your mind was distracted as you came all over her. “I love it when you moan my name.” She let out, her hips slowed down before completely stopping.

The storm was over and Stella realized how tight she was grabbing at your hips. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" She said slightly out of breath. You shook your head 'no'.

She pulled out and flipped you back over on your back. You were out of breath too. "Your hips are all red, I'm sorry. I guess I got too angry." You sighed as you gave her a soft smile.

“I really didn’t mean to hurt you, baby, I got ahead of myself.” She said while taking off the strap and all of her clothes, except her with a t-shirt on. She flopped down on the bed next to you.

You looked at her, admiring her beauty. She smiled as you straddled her lap, just to cuddle with her. “You know, I gotta admit that is was kinda hot that you were all hot and bothered, fucking me with your uniform on, lieutenant.” You teased.

Stella scoffed with a smirk. You smile and just embraced her warmth, looking out the window with the snow all over the ground.

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[morganupstead]

Chicago Fire 11x13 thoughts:

The Hermans. that's all.

Carver is really giving me bad vibes. He kind of always does, but right off the bat this is just annoying.

HUH??? I'm so confused. Sylvie loved Matt at first sight??? Okay, we really are throwing previous storylines out the window now. (I'm not anti brettsey, but like make it make sense they worked together for years before they didn't start showing feelings til like season 8 or 9???) and Violet is giving logical advice and I admire that view.

I will always take more Sylveride team-ups if they are going to be like that. The best parts of an ensemble cast are the mix in partnerships!!!

Hermann, there is nothing wrong with accepting help, and I hope Gallo and RItter conspire to do something kind for them because they are really good guys. Ugh, they are so trying!!!

OH, WE ARE NOT DOING THIS CARVER. that smirk needs to go, I'm so glad I still don't like him because now I can see where this is going and I'm not about this.

Stella is doing what every good lieutenant would do; keep an eye on her team.

I'm supposed to remember that Kelly and Sylvie can't take gifts right??? this is a question for @agent-bash. That also seemed like a veiled threat right?? This might come back and bite them later on?? I'm not sure

Stella knows complicated pasts like no one else. But I just have a bad feeling about how this relationship between them might develop going forward. It could be good, but with Derek spearheading this I don't trust him.

The Hermanns need help. They need their firehouse family more than anything else. Stella's "this is what you did for my wedding" ugh THE FOUND FAMILY THAT I LOVE

Okay, this Sylveride gift thing is good. It's funny.

CHIEF THAT WAS SO OMINOUS WHAT DID YOU GIVE STELLA!!!! please be good please be good.

oh, lovely Hermann I'm sorry you walked in on that, and CINDY HERRMAN I LOVE YOU!!!!!

Severide messing with bows is adorable. Sylveride being friends is actually a good thing, it keeps Casey closer to both of them. Yea he might not be close to them right now but they have each other.

I'm concerned about Stella playing wingman with Carver. Do I agree that she is trying to do the right thing because he needs someone to ground him?? Yes, but in the mystical land of One Chicago I don't see this going all sunshine and rainbows. I'm proceeding with caution.

FIREFIGHTER AWARD OF VALOR!!!!!!! let's go lieutenant KIDD!!! (and carver yes he did well too but the guy freaks me out) Hold on his name is Sam??? have we established that already or did I just forget.

Sexy Stellaride!!!!!!! I really appreciate Stella being self-aware enough to understand and say that. And Kelly recognizes that even though they do things differently that's okay??? That's the communication that fosters a good marriage. It's so great to see this for them. TALKING. not assuming.

The Hermann kids in this episode are really really great. I hope they stick around more often now.

Stella backstory??? This I'm here for. Long time coming too.

All of these camera pans to Carver and Stella make me nervous. It screams foreshadowing of something we're not gonna see coming. OH NEVER MIND I SEE IT AND I ABSOLUTELY HATE IT. Carver is catching feelings for a married woman and I want to throw up. I had a gut feeling that I was begging was wrong. Carver THAT'S A MARRIED WOMAN IT'S GROSS.

Carver you can just shut up if you want to be mad by yourself, don't drag the rest of the firehouse into your pity party. Firehouse 51 is a family whether you like it or not. You can't beat them down but you can join them.

I had a feeling that was Lana's Dad.......

Yes, Carver is a hothead. And Stella has learned as a lieutenant with him being on her squad. Stella and Kelly are both right. This is the turning point with Carver as a character I think. It's either he stays or he goes and I have a feeling I know where this is headed.

Again for the 1 millionth time, Chris and Cindy Hermann and the kids deserve every good thing in the entire world.

Overall: The episode was 7/10. The Hermann family and firehouse team up alongside the side Sylveride storyline were the best parts. I'm bothered by Carver, and I'm concerned about how this fledgling "thing" with Stella is going to pan out because I don't even know how to describe this yet. Stella is trying to be a good lieutenant, I don't know what Carver's deal is I can't read him. I'm more concerned because they have to write Severide out of an undisclosed number of episodes now, so if this is going to be the filler I'm not going to like it.

[chicagofires]

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i remember people were so mad at stella for this scene because they thought she was being mean but i agree with anon she’s got a praise kink and it makes sense when you think about how she didn’t hear any praises as a kid or with grant. so now she just enjoys hearing praises from kelly in her everyday life, including during sex.

also, for anyone who said stella was being too dominant for kelly, he was smiling the whole time so he loved it.

YES this is totally what i believe but you put my exact thoughts into words so thank you anon! is it really surprising that stella would have a praise kink when she has so much deep-rooted insecurity and trauma (specifically when it comes to grant, who is probably one of the few sexual partners she’s had besides kelly). it’s got to be so healing for her to hear the man she loves praise her

and YES like let’s be real, if kelly didn’t want a dominant woman, he would not have married stella kidd of all people. he loves her and finds her assertiveness attractive! i wish people could just let stellaride love each other in peace rather than being annoying, weird, and wrong about them

[samrsgyi]

Hi, haven't posted anymore Chicago fire content errr-... Context- . So these are dirty head cannons of if the the characters are top, bottom or switch

Characters- Stella, Sylvie, violet, Evan, Blake, Ritter, Hermann, Gabby, leslie, Giana, Emily, Matt

Stella Kidd

I Definitely, Absolutely see her as a switch. I mean she's a firefighter. ( If any firefighters are reading this please don't take the offense, and plus I'm not even trying to throw offense at your face. It all depends on her mood. Stressful day or gets back from a bad call, rough. If they had a good day and are satisfied with their call, soft. She'll let you take control of you're feeling powerful and strong, then yes. If soft shell take the lead.

Sylvie Brett

To be honest, I'm not gonna say this because she's a paramedic but-- i see her as a top. Yes, yes, call me a bitch if you want to. Whether you're feminine or masculine. She will dominate you-- she is a powerful woman who is not afraid to embrace her true emotions anytime while making love with you.

Violet Mikami

Same thing as Sylvie, I see violet as a top. Since she's always taking care of people and making sure they're not injured, she wants to take care of you to-- she wants to try and make you feel safe and loved. Please agree with me! In 11x8 on Chicago fire, you guys saw how she dominated Blake-- I mean you have to agree with me now, right? Same thing with hawkins. If she's going too hard please tell her and it'll be softcore.

Evan Hawkins

I honestly see him as a switch. Both top and bottom. If you make him feel good, he wants to make you feel good too. Loves taking care of you if you've had a stressful day. Could be rough or soft, depends on mood.

Blake Gallo

I see him as a switch as well. He's a strong man errr-, well a fireman. If he's had a nice day and is satisfied he'll go soft-- if it's a traumatizing experience he'll go hard and try to get it off his mind . If sex don't work, you don't know what do.

Darren Ritter

( Male!Reader or GN!Reader, Ritter is gay and will stay gay!!)

I believe that Ritter is a power bottom and a submissive top Ngl. Our boy Ritter would be difficult to handle if he was a power bottom but easy to handle if he was a submissive top. Difficult power bottom cuz of his strength. Easy to handle in submissive top cuz of submission.

Christopher Hermann