- Chicago Fire (31)
The first time he saw her, he’d been in a rush and the sight of her sitting in an armchair by the window had slowed him further.
Not that he cared. He was too captivated by her to care.
This was his favourite coffee shop. It was equal distance from his home and the firehouse, and they did the best coffee and hot cocoa in the city. But in the few years that he’d been coming here, he’d never seen her before – and she was the kind of person you noticed.
She had a book on her lap and a mug in her hand and those two simple things somehow made her exude serenity. She looked like she could happily and peacefully sit in that spot for hours and feel no urgency to move. Unlike him. He always felt like he had fires to put out – figuratively and literally.
Brettsey AU one-shot
“Merry Christmas everyone!”
The members of 51 who were sitting in the lounge turned around at the sound of the little voice to see Charlie running in dressed up as a Christmas angel – tinsel halo and all - with a gift bag firmly in her grip. They all beamed at her and greeted her excitedly back. It was December 23rd, and despite being so close to Christmas, there was very little Christmas spirit in the room.
They’d had a busy day already and couldn’t quite find the energy to celebrate the holidays, but now Charlie was here, and her spirit could easily brighten up anybody’s day – especially her Christmas Spirit.
- Part 4 of Whirlwind
Six calls and it was barely noon.
Sylvie didn’t need this today.
As much as she loved her job, there were days when she just wanted to go home and curl up on the couch with something sweet and HGTV. Today was one of those days, and of course it would be a day that she and Violet were run off their feet. In a way, the distraction of work had been good, but not enough for her to be grateful for it. Not when she couldn’t still her thoughts no matter how hard she tried.
It had been this way for a few months now. She had a lot to think about, a lot to work on, a lot to consider – and it was the anticipation that came with it all that was causing her the most chaos in the life she had spent three years getting comfortable with.
Collection of Brettsey prompts and oneshots.
Matt opened his mouth to speak but then quickly closed it again. He wasn’t sure what to say. He then figured he should probably start with the basics.
“Are you alright?” he eventually managed to ask.
Sylvie frowned, “Yeah, why?”
“It’s just – you’re moving furniture, some clothes aren’t in the right place in your closet and your spice rack is mixed up.” He explained as Sylvie pursed her lips together.
“I didn’t notice the closet or the spice rack. Guess I have been a little distracted.” She finally admitted as she dropped her hands from her hips and surveyed the mess around her. “This is a distraction on top of the distraction…” she grumbled.
Matt gave her a sympathetic smile before he stepped into the room a little further. She was blocked off by her chest of drawers, but he stood opposite her and took her hand in his, resting them on top of the wood.
“Talk to me.”
Based on 10x09