Id Hit That

Must Love Dogs, A Series // Canon Divergent AU // Brettsey // Incomplete 

“No. It’s sweet, and I like it. And not too fast…not for me. You’re right, I have been there since the beginning. Only makes sense,” she says the last few sentences as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Mama and Papa and Beau.

[1] Runt 

Sylvie asks if he wants to volunteer at the animal shelter with her one Saturday when they’re not on shift. Matt’s pretty sure the word ‘yes’ comes out of his mouth before she’s even finished with her question, much to his embarrassment. Sylvie’s face lights up, she smiles her signature sunshine smile, and Matt feels vaguely weak at the knees. He’s acting like a school boy with his first crush, but he can’t bring himself to care. Sylvie isn’t like anyone he’s ever met.

[2] Like A Hallmark Movie 

A minute later he’s walking through the front door, pausing to look around in wonder. Growing up, his house hadn’t been anything special. Sure it fit both his parents (for a bit) and he and Christie, but they’d not had much extra room. Sylvie’s old house really does remind him of a house out of Hocus Pocus or The Holiday. Inside it’s warm and cozy, all wood and soft lighting, big windows that overlook the farm. The smell of food cooking hits him and he feels something he’s not sure he’s ever felt, a sense of true family, like something television has constructed, like a hallmark movie.

[3] Seventy Seven

“Captain? Are you okay?” Kidds voice cuts through the pain. All Matt can do is let out a breathy whine, curling into himself as much as physically possible, body bent in half. The pain intensifies, though Matt’s not sure how, and he stumbles, Kidd just barely managing to hold him upright. “Need some help here! Now!!” 

Chaos erupts. 

[4] Birthday Surprises

“It’s my birthday, and I say we stay in bed and have birthday sex,” the woman grumbles, pressing her face into Matt’s shoulder slightly harder, trying to get him to understand the seriousness of the situation. Matt laughs and she glares at him, though it lacks all heat. “Don’t laugh at me, s’my day.”

[5] Little Talks 

House meme: nine scenes - (5) 8×04 - Risky Business

Can you please write a fic about Julia’s first word? And it being something to do with either Matt’s fire truck or Sylvie’s ambulance rig and it’s just so cute

“tuck” as she points to the truck

“ambo” as she points to the ambo

I just see Brettsey playfully 'betting' about what one Julia loves more or what she wants to be if that makes sense?

Soooooo this went slightly off track of what you asked. I’m so sorry. 🤣 I hope you still enjoy Julia’s first word though!!!

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Julia’s only a few weeks from being one year old, and she’s just started walking, or rather, stumbling around. Matt loves her silly little unsteady gait that she has, and how she runs a little faster when she sees him or Sylvie.

Matt’s on shift at Firehouse 18, the firehouse he’s recently been redirected to. It’s the perfect fit. It’s as close to 51 as he’ll ever have. Everyone gets along, the three candidates they have remind him of Gallo, Ritter and Mikami. There’s two older guys on his rig and it makes him have dejavu of Herrmann and Mouch.

The apparatus floor is open, a light breeze reminding the crew that Spring is finally here. The Captain is shutting a side door on his rig when he hears a familiar voice and giggle. He spins around fast enough he almost loses balance.

“Hey baby!”

“What’re you two doing here?!” Matt picks up the eleven month old, pressing a kiss to her strawberry blonde hair.

“We thought we’d drop in. We went to Crave for some crepes- hence the strawberry stains on her shirt,” the blonde smiles, watching him and their daughter.

“Oooh, I’m jealous!”

Matt rolls his eyes fondly and laughs, looking over his shoulder at Driscoll, one of the candidates. Julia’s giggling, her little body wiggling around as she hears the voice. Driscoll is a favorite of the little girls.

“We’ll bring you some next time,” Sylvie chuckles as the red haired man beelines it for their daughter, making a silly face at her.

“Don’t you have cooking to do Driscoll?” Matt asks, wanting some alone time with his family.

“Don’t be mean, Julia loves him,” Sylvie shakes her head fondly. “Don’t you Julia, you love your Driscoll huh?”

Julia giggles more, arms half raised, obviously wanting up.

“Sco!!! Sco!!”

All three freeze. Matt looks at Julia, then Sylvie, and then the candidate. He groans while Sylvie squeals and cheers.

“My daughter’s first word is your name Driscoll, better live up to it.”

“Y-You got it Captain,” the man grins brightly, ruffling the tiny girls hair.

“Don’t be so jealous. It’s better than it having been Gallo,” Sylvie teases her husband, knowing he’d probably rather of had it be that.