* one day ... i am gonna grow wings. a chemical reaction.
independent + private multi muse featuring various characters from first responder shows, canons + crossovers + original characters. fandoms such as: the rookie, one chicago, the pitt, grey's anatomy and more. there will be triggering content present. there will also be cops, so follow at your own discretion. dni if you're below the age of twenty one. please check carrd for muses + rules. ( general rules can be found under the cut ) there's cops on this blog : but i don't support any current events going on + they will not be a plot point on this blog.
highest muse: gabriela dawson ... jay halstead ... josephine wilson.
nav: carrd. memes. connor. kelly. kim. tim.
this is a blog that is high dynamics driven - i will prioritize dynamics that i have plotted, or talked about ooc. this means i'm always willing to yap about our characters. i don't need every thread to be plotted out, i'm a big fan of vibes, but i love knowing your character(s), especially when i write them with mine.
expectations: if you follow me and i follow you, i expect interaction - ic or ooc. i want to write here, and i followed you, it's because i would love to write with you. i'm a big fan of ooc communication too, on dash, in dms. if we've been mutuals a while - and we don't interact? i will softblock you. i'm not here to hoard followers, but to create new writing partners.
i will not follow blogs: i will not follow blogs who do not have: age, alias, the character they write and usually not someone who doesn't have rules either. do not keep refollowing, that will get you hardblocked on the spot. i most likely will not follow first; considering i have cops on the multi and i don't know if that is your vibe.
trigger warnings: i will try and be as mindful as i can, but i will not tagging main things from the character's show. i will tag any visuals, but send me a message if there's a trigger you need me to tag.
do not interact ( character version ): i will not write with any hank voight, sylvie brett or christopher herrmann.
i will not accept: any form of fetishizing. i am all for writing queer characters. i love them. but if you change every male you write into a gay man just to ship them with more men? i'm sorry, but that's fetishizing and i will not be here for it. i also won't be writing any 15+ years age gaps.
a note: i've seen around that some people don't think you should write a minority if you don't belong there yourself, and i couldn't disagree more. i'm all for writing an array of characters, and not everyone's sexuality, race or backstory will fit with mine. it's my responsibility to look into what i'm writing and do it justice. but i think it's only complimentary - when we branch out and try to understand people who aren't like ourselves. if this isn't for you, this blog won't be for you either.
maggie didn’t speak at first. just watched nadia close the notebook like she was putting something away that still burned to the touch. she knew what it meant to carry a name like that — yates — in your margins, in your chest, like a splinter that wouldn’t work its way out. knew what it meant to still be standing afterward, even if the ground never quite stopped shaking. she gave a small nod. not pity. not concern. just recognition. ❝good, ❞ she said finally, her voice low. ❝that you’ve got someone to talk to. & that you’re not pretending it didn’t happen. ❞
she let out a breath through her nose & looked down at the space between her boots. ❝my thing?❞ she repeated, like the question tasted strange in her mouth. a bitter little smile tugged at the corner of it. ❝not sure i’ve earned one. ❞
leaning back slightly, she braced her hands on the bench behind her, gaze going distant. ❝sometimes i think it’s the job. but the job doesn’t show up when it’s dark. the job doesn’t ask if you’re sleeping, or if you ate, or if you’re about to break apart in a stairwell. ❞ she glanced sideways at nadia. ❝the job just asks for more. ❞
there was a beat of silence before she added, quieter this time, ❝i’ve got three dogs at home. rescue pits. big, loud, needy. they don’t care who i am at work. or what i’ve seen. they just want me to throw the damn tennis ball. ❞ she gave a faint shrug. ❝maybe that’s something. maybe it’s enough. ❞ when she looked at nadia again, her eyes were steady, clear in a way that wasn’t often easy for her. ❝you’ve already done the hardest part. you stayed. now just don’t forget — you get to decide what comes next. not him. ❞
nadia understood that, but she's also quite sure maggie is missing her own point. you didn't need to earn a thing, a thing that keeps you alive and sane. everyone should have one of those, right? especially good people; and maggie was good people. so nadia gives her a small smile, slipping the notebook of nightmares into her bag again, pushing yates to the back of her mind. he was dead now. erin had shot him, but he'd escaped. and she had felt like she was dying again. like someone was actively trying to kill her - and honestly, he probably would've. swallowing the thick in her throat, she lets out a small breath.
"i don't think it's something you earn. i think it's something you've got to take," nadia admits. she'd learned the hard way that nothing in life came for free - not even good things or good people. not even saviors without wings like erin lindsay. nadia had to give up her best companion for years for erin. she had to say goodbye to the drugs. and she did. she survived that too, but not without failing first. she had stumbled and fallen so many times, she'd ended up on erin's couch with bleeding knees and a metaphorical black eye. but she hadn't even squinted at her. she let her in - and now she was still staying there.
"if the dogs are ever not enough to scare the scary bits away - i'll be your thing, i'll be your friend. i'll hold your hand." and she means it. everyone deserves that.
they have already been here once before. and she didn't take it so good, finding out what was wrong with her son, she knows that. but she needs to know that everything is the way it should be this time, and who better to check than addison montgomery. maybe she should be . . . telling someone else first. like one of two dads. eventually. she'll do that, but right now she just need addy. she needs to know that everything is develping the way it should. hands are clutched at her sides while watching addison closely. feels better than watching the screen, where there is a grey blub and maybe she see something wrong. something that shouldn't be there.
amy was pregnant. again. but she was clean this time. she was clean, but there was no derek. so when amelia called addison? she jumped the first plane she could. that's her sister, no matter who her brother was married to when he died. a loss everyone in their family still mourns, so if she could be there for amy when she needs it? she damn right would be. there'd been a kiss to her head before addison had sat down at the machine, a knot in her stomach too - for the expecting mother whom she loves more than most. she remembers last time too. she remembers christopher, he has a name, and they should say it. whenever amelia wanted to, and was ready to. addison looks at the screen, moving the wand over her stomach - she could do this in her sleep, but she's more careful, more thorough, this time. and then she looks to amelia with a smile. "everything looks perfect, amy. do you want to hear the heartbeat?" looking to her sister with a proud smile. almost tearing up.
lucy wanted to argue that it wasn't like she gave birth to her adult daughter. she was fourteen when tamara was born, but tamara was seventeen when they met. lucy was in her thirties. but she felt like she had known tamara her whole life. and in any other situation? she would have argued that she gave birth to tamara herself. even if the math wasn't mathing. she didn't like reminding tamara that there was a time before she was lucy's. or tim's. she was their daughter. full stop. "that's not true," she teased instead, fingers moving through tamara's hair. "you get to see your best friend lucy every day at work." angela was the one who got to hog tamara all day though. it wasn't fair. she wouldn't trade liam for the world, she had a great rookie. but she still missed her daughter. "tamara," she complained, closing her hand around tamara's little pinch before she even finished the insult. "i'm not old. your dad's old. i'm just . . . not old." why wasn't there a word for the in between?
she loved when tamara curled up in her lap like this. the moments were few and far between, and only happened when some kid named diego flores wasn't within a one mile radius of the bradford household. "i'm always on your side," she promised. and she wasn't even saying to say it. the girl always missed the boy more. lucy missed tim more and tamara missed diego more. it was just scientific fact. tamara frowned and it was so cute that lucy had to resist the urge to smile. "i know honey. bailey did have her son for twenty four hours. and now he'll have forty eight hours off. and you—" she trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence. because a police officer's schedule was different. they didn't do the whole twenty four on, forty eight off thing. "you will get your bestie time in that forty eight hours." that part she knew was true. they were always joined at the hip, but after forty eight hours apart? they would be stuck like glue. she nodded with a small smile. "dad should be home within the hour. he went to the grocery store. so you might want to call or text.
"that's true i guess," she mumbles, but they both know it's not the same. best friend lucy she got every day, also at home. she was missing best(est) friend diego. moving her finger to play with lucy's shirt, it had some kind of frill on it that she could twirl her finger around, then she grins when her mom refuses to be called old. ( she kinda was, it wasn't tamara's fault.. just math ) so she looks up, arching a single brow at her mom. "not old ... just, mature? middle aged?" but she knows she's playing with fire, and she's in a very vulnerable position, so exposed to tickling and pinching. both things she wanted to avoid, so she's quick to try and fix it with a compliment. "but you don't look at day over twenty eight - really, you're right. dad's the old one. when are we sending him to a retirement home so we can have a walk-in?"
diego would have forty eight hours off ... "and i have my sucky job." she groans and throws her head back dramatically. "i'm just like ... eighty-six percent kidding. i love my job - don't tell grey, or dad. i just miss the days when i was young and i could sit on diego's lap and share every meal with him.. speaking of meals, what's for dinner?" and then she grabs her phone to send her dad a text saying : 9-1-1 need more snacks <3 and then putting it back down, grabbing lucy's hand, playing with her fingers, the one with her engagement ring on, twirling it a bit before kissing the tip of her index finger. "you're like, the best mom in the world. do you know that? i would probably be dead without you." it was meant to be funny? maybe she should add a classic: joke! but it was true. without lucy, tamara would've still been on the streets. she could've been the one left for dead like her former friend was.
some people might see it as a step down, and career wise, it was. she had climbed to be the head of the emergency department at new amsterdam, but it was slowly killing her. her addiction, rehab, getting injured, the surgery . . . the people at new amsterdam helped her through it. lauren and max made sure she came out the other end, but that place was a reminder of everything bad aswell. so she moved. she got a job at a different hospital, in a different town. found her AA meeting spots, found an apartment, found her favorite spot to buy coffee. this was her new start. gotten her badge and access information earlier today, and she'd made sure to be a little early to her first night shift. to meet people, figure out what kind of place this was. gaze slowly shift across the ER and it's different, but there is a sense of belonging. a sense of familiarity.
he had a new attending start today - someone who'd been a big gun, somewhere else. in her own ed. this was robby ( and dana's ) emergency room, they ran this lawless land, trying to make sure everyone got out alive, and mostly unscathed. including themselves, but mostly the staff. robby cares about every one of them. some of them have become like the family he doesn't have. he doesn't see himself as godly as he ( still ) considers doctor adamson, but he's trying his best. everyone in the ed were. or they wouldn't be there. there's a smile on his face when he sees a woman, looking a lot like the one he interviewed with gloria for the place. "doctor bloom?" he nods as he walks towards her, hand extended out.
this just felt . . . right. cooking with celina ( being very helpful as the taste tester ), eating with celina and procrastinating doing dishes with celina. he didn't know how to describe it. he just liked . . . existing with celina. going through all the motions. she was his best friend. and he would tell levi that too. what was ashton going to do, look him in the eyes and say that nia wasn't his best friend? peter and celina both worked long shifts and weird hours, neither had a typical nine to five job. so when they did have time off together? peter wanted to spend it all with celina. he shared her with others, he wasn't that selfish with her even if he wanted to be. he just . . . wanted to be with her all the time. so her moving in with him seemed like the perfect solution to her need for a place to live and his needy boyfriend problem.
"i mean . . . yeah. of course i do." he laughed a little and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose, arms settling around her. she fit so perfectly there — in his lap and in his life and in their apartment. their apartment. he wanted it to be their apartment so bad. he nodded along as she spoke, saying things that he kind of expected, even though he didn't know what half she said meant. crystals, charms, sage, juju. no fucking clue. but he knew what vibes were, and celina juarez had the best vibes. "i like you a lot. you can do whatever you want. sage the crystals, charm the bad juju, whatever you need to do babe." he grinned, stealing a kiss. "move in with me," he said again. "be the hottest roommate ever."
they were supposed to be doing dishes, but dishes didn't feel important, not when you could be held in the sexiest firefighter's arms. melting into peter mills's touch, sinking further into his lap and she rubs her nose against his own. he wanted her to move in. they were going to do this - it was about time right? they'd been dating for months, her living situation was temporary right now, it made sense. it made sense to live with him, to move in with her best friend. but she arches a small brow when he completely misses the point - in the cutest way ever.
"alright -" putting a hand between them, right at his chest. "i'll move in with you, but there's a few ground rules..." she hums and nods, tilting her head to the side. "i don't want to be called your roommate. that's not ... i don't want to be downgraded to roommate. i'd like to be the girlfriend who finally moved in with you. and um, that's like my ground rule. singular, i don't have anymore. i love your cooking, you're not messier than me. i um, do you have any? any rules you wanna set? like do you not like the way i chew my food or when i leave hair in the drain? or worse! on the shower wall, come on, you gotta hate that, right?
might move connor and tim back to the new multi ( its easier when i'm mobile logged into kim and kelly y'know ) thinking thoughts.. this is next week's project!
isobel didn’t blink at the blurting — just held the space with the same steady presence she brought into trauma bays & boardrooms alike. she heard what was said & what wasn’t, the quiet thrum behind the words. fit to work wasn’t in question. ❝i believe you, ❞ she said simply. no challenge. no pity. her gaze remained level, but not unkind. measured in a way that gave jo the room to breathe, or not. ❝we all have our private weather, wilson. yours doesn’t make you less capable. it makes you human. ❞
a pause, then: ❝ & yes — the atrium. they’re gentle. patient. they don’t need you to smile or say the right thing. just show up. some days, a warm nose & a quiet space is the closest thing we get to grace. ❞ isobel studied her for a beat, then added, ❝if you’d rather not go alone, i’ve got ten minutes. we don’t have to talk. just … breathe near a dog. ❞ she didn’t move away. she stayed. waited. because whatever jo chose next — it mattered that someone didn’t rush her toward it.
it was nice. it was a comfort, to be offered company - some solace in the dark moments of life. it was necessarily one of the actual dark ones, more like cloudy and stormy. luna would be fine, and she has extremely capable parents. her dad was head of peds, she'll be okay. but either way, it just breaks her heart. it felt like her daughter was owed an easier start - she'd been through too much, and life just kept coming at her. like it always seemed to do in the karev family. so she smiles at isobel's words, and even more at her offer.
"thank you - for not judging me. i haven't made any mistakes, i wouldn't be here if i couldn't do my job. i just needed.." and then she says the exact word: breathe. she just needed a breather, and why not do that near fluff and fur? "i'd like someone to be there, if you have the ten minutes? i'm not stealing you away from your lunch or coffee break?"
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he chuckled when she wrapped her arms tighter around him. they were horizontal, laying down on the couch that was honestly only big enough for peter, but he wasn't complaining because his favorite place for celina to be? was laying on top of him. they were horizontal and they were hugging and it just felt . . . like the most natural thing in the whole world. like that was the place that celina was supposed to be : in peter's arms, on their couch, in their apartment. okay, maybe in their apartment for now. because eventually he did want to move into a bigger place. but he wanted to move into a house with celina. and if he was lucky? his forever roommate. because mills was 100% in this whole 'move in with me' thing.
his hands slid up the back of her shirt ( that was actually his shirt — and he fucking loved that ) not in a sexy way, but in an 'i want to be as close to you as humanly possible' way. an 'i want to share body heat with you in the most basic kind of way' way. almost like he could feel her heartbeat of he put his hand in the right spot on her back. and get confirmation that it beat the same as his, like they were that in sync with each other. "okay?" he chuckled through the word, sneaking in a kiss on the tip of her nose before she was kissing him again and everything else disappeared. the movie mouch recommended was forgotten— okay, that movie was forgotten almost as soon as they put it on. but the rest of the world disappeared until it was just peter and his girlfriend celina. "can i say something crazy?" he asked between soft kisses, even though he kind of already did.
celina was tucked in, right on top of her boyfriend. not really tucked in, but she was held. with his hand under her ( his ) shirt. she felt the warmth of the palm of his hand, spreading throughout her body. she loved to be comfortable right where she was. cuddled up and happy. she blinks a few times, maybe to fight sleep, the way his thumb kept doing the little rubs was slowly lulling her off - despite big conversations spoken between a pair of best friends, and lovers. so she presses a kiss to his chest, then moving to rest her chin there, looking at him with a small nod.
"yeah - you can tell me anything, but i bet you that i've heard crazier while at work. unless you want to tell me you robbed a bank on horseback?" wiggling her brows in a teasing like manner, but then she grows a little more serious, moving up closer, kissing his lips this time. letting him know she was listening - and she would be, to whatever he had to tell her. she'd be right there - prepared to hear more. "what do you want to say, pete?" she whispers, doubting that it could get crazier than it already was. she was moving in, they were making things the most serious.
samira watched jo melt into the pile of fluff, puppies climbing her like a living blanket, & couldn’t help the soft huff of laughter that left her. there was something ridiculous & tender about it all — the chaos, the joy, the way jo looked like she’d found religion in a golden retriever’s paw. samira’s eyes lingered on the mess of fur & limbs for another beat before she climbed over the gate, slow & careful, settling beside her with the precision of someone still unused to surrendering rest.
a pup barrelled into her leg, then another flopped against her thigh, & she exhaled through a half-smile. ❝i’m not taking one home, ❞ she said simply, not defensive — just certain. ❝nila would evict me. & i’m barely there as it is. ❞ she reached out anyway, fingers threading through soft fur. her touch was gentle, practiced, almost clinical — the same hands that sutured wounds, now grazing a round belly that kicked happily beneath her palm. ❝i already forget to feed myself most days. ❞ although she's gotten better at that, since she first brought amara home. since she realized she needed to step up, or no one would.
she let a pause stretch between them, the kind that didn’t need to be filled. the kind that softened the room around it. then, quieter, like the thought had settled into her bones before making it to her mouth: ❝i get it though. what you mean. it’s … tempting. ❞ her gaze flicked to jo, warmer now. ❝you should. luna would adapt. kids do, when they’re loved right. ❞ a beat. ❝me? i’ll borrow yours. ten minutes at a time. that’s the best i can offer. ❞
samira was right about two things. luna would adapt, and luna was loved right. she was loved loud and proud, by parents who allowed themselves to be silly, to goof around, who kissed in front of her - parents who never brought their fights home, never laid them out as a new family portrait at dinner time. they were gentle - they were giving her everything they'd both hungered for as starving children. children who needed the versions of themselves they are now. and to know that she's passing on that legacy? something better? that was worth everything. smiling to herself as she scratches a puppy's ear when the little blonde mess climbs onto her chest, nuzzling its entire face into her neck. she's prettyyyy sure the puppy is trying to eat her hair, pull it from the bun in the back.
"you gotta convince the man then." jo shrugs.
"if we're getting a timeshare puppy - we've got to get alex onboard. unless the pup only stays when he works." she laughs and shakes her head at @empitthy, eyes light and full of stars. she loves her husband, head of peds, but he did work a lot. so did jo, so it was never an argument, it was never something they didn't make work. they both love their family - but they also love their jobs, and they do good. they do better and make sure people like their past selves gets a fighting chance in life.
bailey and casey were destined to be in the same extended family. they were both at fifty one, even if they worked different shifts. gabby's brother antonio was in intelligence with bailey's husband cooper. hell, all of their last names were dawson. there was just always a red string of fate that tied their families together. and now, it appeared, that their sons were going to grow up to be the best of friends, so it all worked out. he nodded along with a little laugh. "yeah? i heard that too." but casey wouldn't have it any other way. it being a parent meant learning something new every day, he was okay with that. and he had the best partner by his side. "oh. i mean, yeah. they're adjusting. i knew griffin would be okay, thought ben would take more time to warm up to the idea. but he's already a little brother hog." his heart was so full, watching his teenage sons learn how to love their little brother. that was so important to him. he didn't know what they would have done if there was an issue there. "yes i did. because gabby and shay had a girls night last week and watched it. and i kind of crashed their bestie date night."
diego was the best big brother ever, but she'd seen the darden boys - and they came as a unit, right at second place. they were the leadership of their shift. casey was captain, bailey lieutenant on engine, along with their best friends ( lieutenants stella and kelly ) on truck and squad. it was family. and bailey loves her little joint family. they were home, and she loves that both her sons get to have so many people who love them. "ah, a little brother hog - i have one of those too, actually two. tamara hogs luke just as much. they're a little inseparable group. absolutely obsessed with each other - but i think luke is a little more obsessed with playing with louie. he's really fond of him." then bailey laughs, shaking her head when matt reveals that it was indeed a barbie reference. "you crash girl bestie nights often, matt?" arching a brow in his direction. that happened to bailey and stella all the damn time. either it was kelly or cooper, both equally bad.
he nodded and just kind of shrugged, wondering what she wanted to do with those two words : he's dying. and the sky was blue. and the grass was green. all of those things were true, and none of them were going to make xander lose any sleep that night. he knew this was complicated for danny, that was why he was there. to be there for her, because he knew as fucked up as everything was, she needed him there. so he was going to be there for her in whatever way she allowed him to be, even if that was across the room aching to hold her in his arms. what he really wanted was to take her way from this god forsaken hospital that left them both in ruins, and was burying danny even deeper beneath it's wreckage now.
he was already reaching for her when she came toward him, but he still didn't make the first contact, he left that up to her. after everything that happened, he needed to have her consent for . . . fuck, everything now. even to hold her hand, tuck that loose strand of hair behind her ear, pull her in for a hug. the latter? he wanted to do so fucking bad. he would do anything to hug her in that moment. but he waited, just squeezing her index finger with his own. because if that was the only physical contact she allowed, damnit, he was going to figure out a way to comfort her with it. he worked his neck, wondering why she was deciding to have this conversation now — in the same hospital that ruined them, in the doorway of the room of her dying father. it was almost laughable how fucked up it all was, but that was xanny, right? they were so fucked. he broke his own rules to tug her forward, one of his hands lifting to cup her face as he dropped his head down to kiss her forehead. "you can come home whenever you want to danny," he spoke against her head without lifting his mouth away from it because it was easier to say all of this without looking into the same ocean depths he used to get lost at sea in. it didn't matter if he was still a little pissed off at her, it didn't matter if he felt like she didn't know him at all. the love he had for her was bigger than everything else.
he's waiting, but she's waiting too. she doesn't know the extend of what happened - what kind of consequence it had on his heart. maybe he was right, maybe she doesn't know him at all - but she wants to. she wants to climb into his chest and settle for the winter, for the rest of her life. she wanted to go home, home into his arms. she wants to know every detail of him, she wants him to wear the shirt on her floor. she wants him to come home and let her in the shower with him again. she wants him. her vision turn blurry when he wraps his arms around her, and at first? she doesn't realize what's happening. doesn't realize it's unshed tears in her eyes, making everything fuzzy and unseeable. she just curls her arms into him, hands on his chest. she felt so small right now. she doesn't look up. she just feels the contact of his lips against her forehead.
"i ruin everything i touch," she whispers back to him.
you can come home whenever you want to, danny. he's inviting her in, but she wonders if she should take the invite. if she had already outstayed her welcome. if she messed up too badly to come home again. she has a hundred questions, if that could even begin to do. she had a million thoughts, and they were all racing so fast that she couldn't catch one and just hold onto it for long enough to realize what her heart and mind were trying to tell her. she hears tom do a groan behind them, so she clenches her fists around his shirt. "harper's gonna be mad if i leave.. but she hates me a little already," a nervous laugh. "everyone does." shaking her head, burying her nose in his chest. taking in a deep breath of xander's scent. they say if you like your partner's natural scent, you're meant to be. meant to last. danny doesn't know a single thing that smells as much like ... like home, than the way the love of her life does. "do you ... do you want to? leave with me?" she isn't sure what leaving means. leave the hospital? leave the state? flee the country? find a better place somewhere far away? somewhere she wasn't tom bradford's daughter, some place he wasn't a phillips. a place they were just ... xanny. finally she peeks up at him, and tears starts to flow. "it's okay if you don't, i can't promise i'll be less messy." another laugh, but this one sounds like she's in pain - not like anything else.
samira let out a soft laugh, eyes crinkling as she leaned her elbow on the table, chin resting briefly in her palm. ❝oh, they are drama queens. i’ve never seen anyone make carrying a hose look like a full broadway number, but somehow they manage. ❞ her tone was teasing, but fond, the affection threaded through every word. she took another sip of water, nodding slowly as gabby spoke, her heart twinging a little at the image of matt trying to keep her home — not out of control, but out of care. ❝i love that he told you to stay back. & i love that you didn’t. ❞ her grin widened. ❝we’re not made to be benched, even for good reasons. ❞
gabby’s words pulled something softer from her, though — that smile, the one about not leaving her girl high & dry. ❝you’re the definition of a ride-or-die, you know that?❞ samira said, nudging her gently with a fond look. ❝next time matt tries to keep you home, tell him he can stay & rub your feet when you get back. actually—no, tell him i said he should. ❞ the laughter that followed was easy, familiar, & carried the quiet bond of two women who understood exactly what it meant to hold everything & everyone together.
gabby’s next comment made her pause mid-sip, nearly choke, then burst into laughter. ❝oh my god, don’t let him hear that, ❞ she warned, swiping at the corner of her mouth with a napkin. ❝if he knows you noticed the heart-eyes, i’ll never live it down. he’ll pretend he doesn’t know what you’re talking about, & then spend the rest of the night texting me like, “so you do drop by just to see me?”❞ her voice dipped into a passable kelly impression, low & smug. ❝he’s the worst, & i’m keeping him forever. ❞
she bumped her water bottle gently against gabby’s in a tiny toast. ❝to being thirsty & in love — & to dessert. i’ll bring something sinful. the baby deserves it. ❞
drama queens indeed, but also the best firefighters in the entire chicago fire department, if not the country. gabby was so in love with her husband - endlessly proud of him too, for the way he did his job, for the way he was the best father for their sons ... for always using the big heart he was given. she muses a small smile at the mentions of him, nodding with a laugh. "i'll let him know that foot rubs and househusbanding is ordered by the doctor." she grins, finishing her water.
gabby loved being a ride-or-die for her girls. for leslie shay, for samira mohan. either way, she'd show up always.
the gala appearance wasn't just for samira, it was for casey too. he was the lieutenant, but also running for alderman, and he couldn't be here tonight - but gabby could. she could show up, put a smile on her face and pretend her shoes weren't killing her. that she didn't want to lie down and put up her feet, rest for what was left of the night - preferably with one of her boys cuddling her too.
oh, gabriela laughs at that. "ah yes - he would never shut up about that, you're completely right ... but wait, do you? show up just to see him at fifty one?" raising a single brow, before she starts wiggling both her brows in a teasing like manner.
"we want you to keep him forever too - we love you being part of our family, so does the boys, matt included." reaching out her hand, placing it on samira's wrist, thumb gently strokes over her skin. "oh fu- i really want dessert now. do we even know what they're going to offer for the most important part of the menu tonight?"
