#severide drabble
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"What is this?" (for a 5 line fic)
A/N: Set after the hospital bomb in season 3.
“What is this?” Kelly straightened as much as his injuries would allow and pointed a finger in the direction of the hospital room’s opening door. “You,” he said with a momentarily stunned breath of amusement, “are definitely not supposed to be here.”
The wheels of the IV pole squeaked as you slowly moved with it into the room, your slippers shuffling across the floor. At Kelly’s words and the finger he still hadn’t dropped, you offered an exhausted smile. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
“I might have to if you collapse.” He pushed the sheets off and heaved himself up a bit more. His chest protested sharply to the movement and he clutched at it with a hiss through his teeth, letting out a short laugh after. “Look at us cripples,” he said. When he glanced up again, you had stopped in the middle of the room, your body slightly hunched over. Kelly sobered. “How’re you even standing?” He made to get up, ignoring the fact it had only been six days since the hospital explosion and his injures were just as severe as yours, but you took another step before he could swing his legs over the side of the bed.
“Perseverance is a powerful tool,” you spoke through a clenched jaw, pressing forward.
Kelly’s brows rose. “Not that powerful,” he said. “You fractured your ribs, Y/N.” And dislocated your shoulder, received a concussion, and got pierced in the stomach by a nasty shard of glass, he thought to himself with an inward sigh.
You stopped by his bed, situated the IV pole, and sat on the edge with a huff that almost had you toppling off. Kelly put a hand on your back and briefly considered calling for a nurse, but in all reality he’d been just about ready to escape his own room to find yours. Knowing you were somewhere in the hospital but he couldn’t see you had been more gruelling than he’d let on. It hadn’t been enough for Matt to just give him updates on your situation. He’d shoved you away from the suicide bomber before shoving the bomber himself. Guilt had been one of multiple emotions he’d felt after waking, though Matt had done a good job in ridding him of that.
“I just wanted to see you,” you told him between breaths.
“Alright,” Kelly said, “and I wanted to see you, but—” He glanced at the IV pole and then at the catheter in your wrist. “You didn’t unhook yourself from anything, did you?” At the small shake of your head, he nodded. “Okay. How’re you feeling?”
“Tired. In pain.” You rubbed at your eyes. “Wanna go home.”
“You and me both.” Kelly shifted to make space beside him and pulled the sheets back up. “C’mere and lie down.” You gradually lay back, your face contorting into many expressions as you worked around your battered body. Eventually, you found a comfortable position tucked against his side, your head on his arm and the rest of your body stretched out towards the end of the bed. You squeezed your eyes shut against the exertion and focused on your breathing, a daily thing you’d had to become accustomed to in the past week.
“How are you?” you mumbled after a short while.
Kelly brushed his fingers across your shoulder. “I’m getting there,” he said. “Looks like we both are. It won’t be too long until we can go home and get back to work now, huh?” A brief smile flit across your lips and he bent to rest his cheek against you. “Man,” he spoke under his breath, “it’s so good to see you again, Y/N. You had us all worried.”
“So did you,” you said. “They almost lost you.”
Kelly opened his mouth to argue against that, but you weren’t wrong. You had been hurt, perhaps more than him, but they’d stabilised you quickly. His own journey had been rocky, or so he’d heard. In some morbid way, he was glad it hadn’t gone in the opposite direction. Waking up to hear of your injuries had been bad enough, but seeing you close to death on the operating table would have messed him up.
He shook the thoughts from his head and subconsciously tightened his hold around you. “We’re still here,” he reminded both you and himself.
You moved your head to lie against his chest, the dull thump of his heart soothing you. “Good,” you whispered.
It was then that the door handle was pushed down, and your eyes shot open. You briefly glanced up at Kelly, then shut your eyes once more. “I’m asleep,” you said hurriedly.
Kelly didn’t have much time to consider your words. When the door opened and a nurse walked in, stopping suddenly when she clocked the extra body in the bed, Kelly shrugged.
“She’s asleep,” he said.
The nurse shook her head but a small smile pulled at her lips. She checked your vitals first before moving to do the same for Kelly. “And why is she asleep in here, and not in her own room?”
“Ah.” He smiled. “She’s got a mind of her own, this one.”
“Looks like she gets it from her family.” Stepping back, the nurse sighed but obviously couldn’t not relent. “Alright,” she said. “Anything happens, call for help immediately.”
Kelly nodded. “Got it. Thanks.”
The nurse looked far from convinced, but she left all the same, likely to make everyone on the ward aware that the girl with the broken ribs and the healing wound in her side had escaped into the fire lieutenant’s room, and she had been too much of a pushover to grab the nearest wheelchair and take her back.
You opened your eyes and peered victoriously up at Kelly, who laughed and shook his head. “Get some real sleep now, conspirator,” he said.
Chicago Fire Masterpost
send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five
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Stella was on a cleaning spree.
She had the whole day with no plans and Kelly was due at the academy all day she wanted to do something, but also not go out, because it was cold as hell out there.
And so what started as picking up a few bits of clothing in the bedroom had ended with her moving the whole bedroom round, deep cleaning it all and shifting the furniture. She hoped Kelly would like the new layout because she didn't fancy shifting it back again.
She didn't stop after that and moved on to the living area. The place was still very much to Kelly's taste. It wasn't a cosy little space that she might have picked but she loved it still. It was spacious yet still casual. She didn't think she needed to move anything around out here but she wanted to deep clean the whole place still and then meant moving things out of the way so everything would be cleaned. When the pizza guy knocked on the door, she had piles of junk from one of the cupboards stacked on the floor. She took a dinner break and planned her next move.
But once she got back into it and started moving the contents of one of the drawers back, closing the drawer once she finished, something clattered to the floor that caught her attention. Seems like it had fallen from a cluttered drawer some time ago and got wedged in the back of the cupboard. She picked up the clear CD case and saw a disc with 'The Contract' written on it.
She knew straight away that it wasn't Kelly's handwriting. He had a very distinctive 'E' for a start.
She moved over to the TV and popped the disc in and pressed play. She waited a moment while the disc span before Kelly's face came onto the screen. She heard a woman talking off camera, clearly, the person filming and they bantered together as they readied themselves to record their 'contract'.
Kelly made the first couple of rules. The first was about not getting into one another's business and the second one was not bringing work home.
Stella smiled. That sounded exactly like the things Kelly would still say if he had to come up with a roommate's contract now.
Kelly told her it was her turn and he took the camera.
Stella had seen photographs of Shay before but seeing her on film she was blown away by her beauty. Shay expanded on Kelly's idea of not bringing personal life into work as what they did was bigger than that. Finally, she says that they promise to be there for each other. They both say always. And then it ends.
Stella takes the disc out and puts it back in the slightly cracked old case and wonders what she should do with it.
Assuming that Kelly put it away a while back because it had bad memories for him, she wonders if he watched it now, maybe he'd get some sort of comfort from seeing Shay again, hearing her voice.
But on the other hand, maybe it would just bring up a lot of bad memories. This is a puzzle she couldn't solve alone.
~
"So, what do you think I should do? Shove it away like I never saw it or say something?" Stella asked.
She was at Molly's. It was close to closing time just a few of the regulars and some of the crew from 51 who she was relying on to solve this for her.
"Where's it now? 'Cause if you didn't put it away already- problem solved!" Mouch said.
"It's in my bag because I panicked and thought what if he saw it in my stuff and thought I was being weird about it."
"You are being weird about it," Herrmann corrected. "What if he looked in your bag and saw it instead? That'd look weird too."
"Well, he's not here so it's fine," Stella said. "And you know the help part of this from you guys would really be handy about now."
"My opinion? Put it back where you found it and leave it alone. You don't want to be responsible for rocking the boat." Mouch suggested.
"Nah. Just tell him you found it. No big deal. 'Hey, look what I found when I was clearing up today?' If he doesn't wanna deal with it, he can just put it away himself. If he's been looking for it or wants to see it, then he can. Even if it's not with you."
"That does make sense. Just, don't make a big deal about it, right?"
~
Kelly was still up when Stella got home.
He liked to go to Molly's when she was running a shift but he'd been beat after helping out at OFI until late after a full shift at the academy and had just wanted to unwind with a beer at home.
He was glad to hear the door unlocking as Stella got home.
"Hey," he greeted her. She responded likewise. "How was your shift?"
"Yeah, it was pretty quiet tonight but you know how it is. Mid-week can be like that." She joined him on the sofa and kissed him. "So listen I was having a clean up-"
"Yeah, I noticed. Trying to tell me something?"
Stella smiled. "I just wanted to do a deep clean. Felt like it was a good use of my time. Listen, I found something while I was cleaning up and I didn't know what to do with it."
"Okay."
Reaching into her bag, Stella took out the DVD case and handed it to Kelly. "I thought that it might have been put away for a reason and I didn't want to..." She realised she'd gone off her planned casual discussion about it. "I can put it back away again if it's not something you wanna deal with right now."
"No, it's-" he paused as he took the item from her and looked it over. "It's been a while since I watched it. Did you watch it?"
"Yeah. Is that okay?"
He smiles. "Course. Nothing's off limits to you." He put the disc back down. "I don't think about her so much any more. And then when I do, I feel bad because I wasn't thinking about her as much."
"That's normal. Doesn't change how you felt about her," Stella said. She moved closer to him and put a hand over his. She didn't want to smother him if he wasn't feeling up to it but he moved his hand so he was holding hers. She leaned in closer. "I wish I'd known you then. I wish I could have helped you through it."
She knew how Kelly coped when Benny died. She didn't expect that he handled Shay's death a lot better but he wouldn't have had such conflicting feelings with her. Both deaths were tragic in their own way, but Benny held a lot of unforgiven hurt for Kelly something that would never go away. With all the time in the world, Benny could never have made those wrongs right to Kelly.
He kisses her. It's soft and affectionate rather than passionate. He's not instigating things, he's thanking her wordlessly. She pulls him into her, cradles his head to her body and he shifts himself so he's laying on the sofa, head in her lap.
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Babysitting
Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader
Requested: yes, by anon
Summary: Kelly tries to convince Y/N to let Capp and Tony babysit their daughter so they can go out for date night.
Word Count: 1,392
Warnings: none
A/N: Feels like I haven't posted a Kelly fic for a while so I decided to put this out today! I was going to make this into a drabble but after talking to @mertes4cker this is where we are HAHA. (thank you bb!)
KELLY SEVERIDE MASTERLIST
You hoisted Anna up more securely against you and frowned at your husband as you stood at his squad table.
“I thought you said everything was taken care of.”
Kelly glanced back up at you. “It was but the sitter bailed on us at the last minute. But I have taken care of the problem. Date night is still on.”
God knows you and Kelly both needed it but getting a reliable night sitter always seemed to be a problem.
You raised your eyebrows.
“Capp and Tony can babysit tomorrow night.”
You let out a short laugh before you realized your husband wasn’t making a joke. “You’re serious?”
“What? They joke around a lot of the time but you know Capp would totally be on Anna’s wavelength. They’re available and willing and…” Kelly argued.
You glanced back around, where Tony and Cruz were currently trying to jam a firefighter’s boot onto Capp’s head, just to prove it could be done.
“You want to leave your daughter with them for the night to see if our house burns to the ground?” You asked. “Kelly, I love you and your guys are great people. You know I know that.”
Kelly put a hand up, taking one last glance back at them. Of course, they’d be doing the world’s stupidest thing right now at this moment for you to see.
“Y/N, they’ll be fine. And we need to do this for our own sanity.” Kelly gently prompted.
You sighed, leaning in to press up against him gently. “I know, baby. But do you really think I’ll be able to have date night wondering if that is happening at home?” You pointed gently back towards them now, where the boot seemed to now be stuck on Capp’s head.
Kelly let out a grimace, as he put an arm gently around your waist. “I swear they’re not always like this.”
You laughed. “I know. But I’m having a hard enough time leaving my daughter behind to go for date night. I’m not trying to be difficult or insinuating that they’re not good people.” You glanced at Anna, who was extremely distracted now with your hair. “I just…”
“I know. I know.” Kelly assured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “If it makes you feel better, I made them sign something?”
You looked up, your interest piquing, as Kelly smiled and handed you a piece of paper before he plucked Anna out of your arms to your daughter’s obvious delight.
Your eyes scanned the words on the paper in front of you, which said in not so many words that they’d keep their crazy business nowhere near the house you and Kelly shared, and even further away from your daughter.
You glanced up at Kelly with a small smile. “Okay, maybe this makes me feel a little better.”
You had given in.
While not exactly representative of how they would take care of Anna without you and Kelly there, Kelly had still arranged for some type of supervised play time for Anna, where you and Kelly were practically invisible. So just that day, you'd sat at the kitchen island drinking from the cup of coffee that Kelly had put in your hand and watched Capp and Tony be absolutely adorable with your daughter.
So that’s why you were now sitting across from your husband in a restaurant. Not just any restaurant, either. The restaurant that held special memories for the both of you.
“It isn’t any special day today.” You’d told him, frowning just a little at the entrance, combing through your ‘mom brain’ to see if you’d forgotten anything.
Kelly just smiled and threaded his fingers through yours. “Reservation under Kelly Severide.” He told the host before the guy nodded and led you both to a table.
“To make up for all those things we kind of lost.” Kelly said, smiling. “Look, just because we have Anna doesn’t mean we can’t do things like this. Date night traditions are important.”
You let a soft smile flit across your face as Kelly reached forward for your hand on the table, his thumb running gently across your knuckles.
Kelly had, of course, been right. You’d both really needed this and while your mind still lingered on how Anna was doing back home, you resisted the urge to bring it up, reminding yourself that Kelly needed this as much as you did.
But, as soon as your plates were cleared, Kelly glanced up. “Should we skip dessert?”
You pressed your lips together to try not to betray a smile.
“This was your idea.” You reminded him, revealing the small smile to him now to let him know you were teasing him.
Kelly rolled his eyes. “I know. But it’s too quiet, and I just…”
You let out a small tinkling laugh. “Yeah, let’s get some waffles to go on the way home and we can have dessert with Anna instead.”
Kelly agreed way too quickly, grabbing the bill and heading towards the front. You smiled, catching yourself once again marveling at the fact that Kelly Severide was actually your husband.
Thankfully, the place with Anna’s favorite waffles opened late - it was one of the regular places that you and Kelly had frequented when you’d been dating, so it’d felt really special bringing Anna there. And, as expected, Anna had fallen in love with their waffles, and only theirs.
You wanted to laugh at the way Kelly seemed to be balancing his veiled worry with trying to act nonchalantly but you kept quiet, as Kelly opened the door.
But what greeted you was a weird sight that you didn’t know what to make of.
Capp was crawling along the ground, peering under the sofa, just as Tony emerged from one of the other rooms. “Capp, she’s not…”
Tony froze as he saw you and Kelly standing in the doorway.
“Hey guys.” You called, a little warily. “Everything okay?”
Both Capp and Tony glanced at each other, as Capp got off his feet.
“What?” Kelly asked, the tone of concern ticking up in his voice.
“Okay, don’t get mad.” Capp said, standing up with his hands up.
Kelly narrowed his eyes.
“We can’t find her.”
“You what?” Kelly shot back.
You frowned before you glanced at Tony. “Did something happen? Was she upset?”
Tony shook his head. “I swear she was fine. She asked us for something and by the time we turned back around…”
You broke the climbing tension with a chuckle, as Kelly looked at you like you had lost your mind.
You didn’t say anything to them. Instead, you raised your voice a little, your voice echoing around the apartment. “Ms Anna? Ms Anna Severide? Could we interest you in waffle time?”
It took just another second before a little body zoomed out from one of the rooms. “Mommy! Daddy!”
Capp glanced back at Tony incredulously as Kelly scooped Anna into his arms and you smiled. “Anna knows all the best hiding places here. She just needs… the right motivation.”
Capp let out a breath. “God, she really freaked me out for a bit, I thought I might actually have to give up being a firefighter.”
You laughed, as Kelly cracked a smile.
“Thanks for your help today, guys.” You said, smiling. “Drinks are on Kelly and me for your next Molly’s visit, alright?”
You thanked Capp and Tony as you saw them out, turning back to glance at your daughter who was no longer paying attention.
“Anna, you know you’re not supposed to scare people like that.” You said, although you were still smiling.
Anna just grinned cheekily back at you, chocolate already smeared across her lips from the waffle she was stuffing into her face.
Kelly smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Anna’s head, and reaching over to drape his hand over your shoulders.
“Date night was a good idea, though, right?” He asked you in a low voice.
You smiled and nodded. “But next time, maybe we should choose a date night when the Herrmanns are available.” You paused. “Just so we can have dessert.” You teased gently.
Kelly pretended like he didn’t hear you, reaching over to swipe a bite of waffle straight from Anna’s fork, her peals of laughter and sounds of protest filling your house and just making you smile.
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𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
This is just a fun little list I've compiled of Kinks/Kink-based prompts for you guys to submit + character(s) of choice! If you're unsure who I write for the (not exhaustive) list is below the cut too. Try to keep it to one prompt per ask and specify if you want a drabble, headcanons, thoughts/opinions on that character/prompt combo
THIS BLOG AND THIS POST ARE 18+ MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI
Mommy/Daddy
strap-on
Aftercare
somnophilia
mirror sex
thigh riding
dry humping
oral
dirty talk
corruption kink
lingerie
collar
handcuffs
blindfold
overstimulation
dacryphilia
choking
edging
praise
degradation
spanking
biting
hair pulling
phone sex
sextape
voyeurism
temperature play
mutual masturbation
orgasm control
punishment
face sitting
begging
cockwarming
cum play
squirting
breeding
period sex
shower sex
handjob/finger fucking
striptease
use of toys
against the wall
body worship
nipple play
morning sex
marking
possessiveness
size kink
public/semi-public
car sex
threesome
mirror sex
thigh riding
dry humping
voice kink
biting
masturbation
begging
against the wall
body worship
Robert "Bob" Floyd
Jake "Hangman" Seresin
Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw
Natasha "Phoenix" Trace
Dean Winchester
Luke hemmings
Rhett Abbott
JJ Maybank
John B Routledge
Rafe Cameron
Jay Halstead
Adam Ruzek
Kevin Atwater
Hailey Upton
Kelly Severide
Matt Casey
Leslie Shay
Sylvie Brett
Connor Rhodes
Will Halstead
Bucky Barnes
Steve Rogers
Eddie Munson
Billy Hargrove
Spencer Reid
Derek Morgan
#strwbrry prompts#bob x reader#hangman x reader#rooster x reader#dean winchester x reader#rhett abbott x reader#luke hemmings x reader#connor rhodes x reader#will halstead x reader#jay halstead x reader#kelly severide x reader#matt casey x reader#syllvie brett x reader#leslie shay x reader#kevin atwater x reader#adam ruzek x reader#hailey upton x reader#bucky barnes x reader#jj maybank x reader#eddie munson x reader#john b routledge x reader#prompt list#strwbrrykss#ask bait
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NAVIGATION
Introduction:
Hey everyone! You can call me Amara, and this is my fic blog! I’ve been writing since I was 14 (am 22 now) but this is the first time I’ve ever posted anything! I mostly write oneshots, but may publish a few long fics here and there! I also love writing headcanons and drabbles. Primarily, my writing consists of character x reader, but I will very occasionally write character x character. I enjoy getting asks so come chat anytime! Please read the rules before requesting anything :)
MASTERLIST
Fandoms I’ll write for:
A Court of Thorns and Roses
Throne of Glass
Marvel Cinematic Universe
Tolkien Universe
Chicago Fire
Characters I mainly write for [I will write others, these are just the main ones]:
ACOTAR
Nesta Archeron
Eris Vanserra
Azriel
Lucien Vanserra
Emerie
Gwyn
Feyre Archeron
ToG
Aelin Galathynius
Rowan Whitethorn
Manon Blackbeak
Dorian Havilliard
Gavriel
Lorcan
Elide
Lysandra
MCU
Loki Laufeyson
Bucky Barnes
Steve Rogers
Natasha Romanoff
Matt Murdock
Carol Danvers
Wanda Maximoff
Tony Stark
Thor
Valkyrie
Tolkien
Thranduil
Aragorn
Galadriel
Elrond
Maedhros
Feanor
Celegorm
Maglor
Fingolfin
Fingon
Ecthelion
Glorfindel
Sauron
Melkor
Finrod
Chicago Fire
Stella Kidd
Kelly Severide
Characters I will NOT write for:
ACOTAR:
people like Amaranthe, Ianthe, Beron, etc.
Amren
Rhysand
ToG:
Arrobyn
MCU:
Peter Parker
Sharon and Peggy Carter
Clint Barton
Tolkien:
Maeglin
Eol
Ambarussa
Celeborn
Chicago Fire:
Sylvie Brett
Matt Casey
RULES
I will write smut, but I will not write for the following: pregnancy tropes, CNC, breeding kink, depression/SH/ED/suicide, abuse/rape/torture
please do not ask me why I will not write certain characters, I have my reasons and would not like to start drama by stating those reasons
keep your requests within the fandoms listed
there are character’s I’m more likely to write than others, if you’re unsure just ask!
do not repost, translate, or reproduce anything without asking me first
if you’re under 18, please be aware I do write NSFW - I’d rather minors not be on my blog but obviously I have no way or knowing or controlling it
if you want to give feedback keep in mind I am fragile haha, just don’t be harsh about it please!
I will not write with anyone’s oc’s but my own, which will rarely happen as I mostly do x reader
#acotar#throne of glass#mcu#marvel#lotr#the hobbit#tolkien#chicago fire#a court of thorns and roses#sjm#marvel fic#fluff#smut#feysand#nessian#gwynriel#elriel#elucien#nesta archeron#eris vanserra#azriel#azriel x reader#azriel smut#nesta archeron x reader#eris vanserra x reader#lucien vanserra#emerie#feyre archeron#aelin galathynius#rowan whitethorn
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Little Pieces Of My Heart
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/LpBloIn
by Matthew_Severide
Sevasey! A collection short stories, drabbles, and scenarios about our two favourite boys! Silly, funny and cute moments between Matt and Kelly with all their 51 family. Never know what these two are going to get into next, but one things for sure, they will do it together!
Words: 643, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Chicago Fire
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Matthew Casey, Kelly Severide, Firehouse 51 Crew Members (Chicago Fire)
Relationships: Matthew Casey/Kelly Severide
Additional Tags: Getting Together, Fluff, First Kiss, Feelings Realization, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Romance, sevasey, autistic author
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/LpBloIn
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Chicago Fire Masterlist
KELLY SEVERIDE
Drabbles
Coming Soon...
One Shots
Coming Soon...
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"You are being stupid and reckless"
For your Chicago fire family! ❤️
“You are being stupid and reckless,” Matt Casey ground out through clenched teeth as he tightened his grip on your forearms. He turned then as you struggled futilely against him, dipping his head dangerously low in the direction of Gabby, Stella and Sylvie, who were snickering in a corner of the bar. “All four of you!”
Stella snorted, practically doubling over Sylvie. “What?” she called out, her words slurred. “Can’t handle as much drink as us?”
“Lightweights!” Gabby.
“Pussies!” Sylvie.
“I want a baby koaaaala!” you lilted, manging to wrench free and toppling back against Kelly, who’d stood from his bar stool the moment Antonio Dawson had entered Molly’s with you, Gabby, Stella and Sylvie trailing in front of him, your arms linked together like schoolchildren as you attempted to keep each other up. Apparently, Matt’s hesitation about agreeing to let the older ladies take his younger sister on her first pub crawl had been well suited. Not a single member of Firehouse 51 had ever seen you so...out of sorts.
“Wohoah, there! Slow down, madcap.” Kelly couldn’t help the grin that appeared on his face, an unfamiliar blend of both amusement and shock, as he caught your flailing arms. You seemed intent on getting to the ladies in the corner, reaching a hand out towards them like some crazed zombie.
“Hey, hey, Kidd!” As had been customary since the moment Stella joined 51, both she and you turned at what could have been either her last name or your pet name. Neither of you seemed to be in an answering mood, however. Hermann expertly slid across the bar table and grabbed the beer bottles that Stella had seemingly sprung from mid-air. “No more alcohol for you! Your livers’ll thank me for it later.”
“How much did you even drink?” Otis asked. His brows were raised so high they almost touched his hairline as he glanced between the last four women he’d expected to see this intoxicated.
“Oh,” Sylvie said with a laugh, “a lot. And I mean a lot, a lot.”
“A lot,” Stella mirrored.
“Like...a lot,” Gabby agreed with a defining nod, taking a step to the left and almost tripping over thin air before Otis leapt forward to catch her.
Matt’s expression was one of absolute displeasure, paired with a mortifyingly sinking feeling in his chest. He turned towards Antonio, who was still stood by Molly’s entrance, hands on his hips while he watched the situation unfold with what could only be intrigue.
“Antonio.” Matt threw his arms up in the air, defeated. “What can I say?”
Antonio shook his head and moved forward. “Look, man, I’m just as embarrassed over Gabby as you.” He opened his mouth to continue before sparing a quick glance at you, intoxicatingly determined to escape Kelly’s hold and grab his unfinished beer on the bar table. Kelly was clearly having difficulty figuring out whether he should be pissed or amused that the girl he’d helped raise was drunk out of her mind for the first time in her life. Later in the evening, when they brought you all home and put you to bed, they’d laugh about it until their sides hurt. For now, it seemed Matt was the adult in the situation.
“Has she ever had this much to drink?” Antonio asked, jerking a thumb in your direction.
Matt ran a hand down his face. “She rarely touches the stuff. To say I’m surprised is a...nauseous understatement. Where’d you say you found them?”
“Just down the street, on their way back here. Did you know they were going on a pub crawl?”
Before Matt could answer, Gabby and Sylvie stumbled forward, drunken laughter spilling from their lips. Stella had attached herself to Kelly, peppering kisses on his cheek as he attempted to keep both her and you in check.
Gabby stopped uncomfortably close to her brother. “Of course we were going on a pub crawl, Antonio,” she drawled. “The girl’s just turned twenty-one! Not every day that happens.”
“Yeah,” Sylvie piped up, aimlessly pointing a finger at the ceiling. “What’d you think we were gonna do? Sit around Molly’s all night for a tame evening of karaoke and board games? Hell no! That’s what the boys are here for!”
That had indeed been what the boys were here for. After shift, they’d met up at Molly’s to close it to the public and decorate the place in time for your birthday party that evening. 51 had had a great few hours together, but eventually Gabby had suggested she, Stella and Sylvie take you out for your first birthday pup crawl. Of course, the guys had insisted they join in, but the ladies had demanded that this was a girls’ night only, and you’d be back later to re-join the party. That had seemed a little unrealistic—Matt and Kelly knew all too well their girlfriends’ party potential—but every member of the family had subconsciously stuck around Molly’s to see that it came to pass, each one ready with a list of Chicago pubs in case you didn’t return by midnight.
Mouch gestured to the birthday cake, sent by Mills with the promise he’d come visit soon. “Have some cake, Y/N, it’s divine.”
“Oh, we’ve already had some,” Sylvie interrupted as she waved her hand in disinterest.
“Pink Moon were selling slices, three for the price of one,” Stella said, draping her arms around Kelly’s neck. “We got, like, six portions.”
“Seven,” Gabby corrected.
“Seven portions.”
“Hey, hey, get this!” Your stammering words broke above the discreet conversations echoing around the bar. You seemed to have tired of struggling, one hand grasping the wrist of Kelly’s arm wrapped around your waist to keep her steady. Still, you were in high spirits, your head lolling around as you grinned. “A police detective picks up four drunk girls from a pub, then brings them back to safety...at another pub. Suuuch a hypocrite, Tony.”
Antonio turned a dark glare on Gabby, who seemed to sober up for the briefest of seconds.
“I did not teach her that nickname,” she asserted, not at all assertedly.
“Yeah, okay.” Antonio’s words were laced with exhaustion as he shook his head at his sister’s lies and turned back to those he could actually trust. “Matt, are you good here?”
“I am if you are.” Matt glanced over his shoulder and nodded towards the firefighters behind him, each one obviously willing to help if the need happened to arise. That is, if you and the others were too much trouble for Matt and Kelly to handle alone, which they couldn’t honestly attest to just yet considering the unfamiliar grounds they were currently toeing.
Antonio nodded and stepped back towards the door. He made a show of pointing a finger between all four drunkards. “Let this be the first and last time I bring you home to the adults while I’m off shift, ladies,” he warned. “That includes you, Gabriela. Be more careful.”
“You got it, bro.”
When Antonio left, the slightest sliver of a smile on his lips caught Matt’s eyes before he disappeared around the corner. He brushed it off and returned his attention to the situation at hand. “Okay,” he said firmly, in a tone you often called his ‘lieutenant-y alderman voice’, “I think it’s time we head home.”
Your mouth fell wide open in absolute disbelief as you hung limply over Kelly’s arm. “Uh, no!”
“It’s her twenty-first birthday!” Gabby yelled, slapping Hermann’s hand when he came to see if she needed help. Hermann immediately put his palms up and turned to walk off, way too incapable of dealing with a drunk woman at a time like this.
“Don’t be such pussies!” Sylvie agreed as Cruz crossed his arms beside her.
Arms draped around Kelly, Stella’s whining joined the protests. “Let us have fuuuun!”
“Oho, you’ve clearly had enough fun,” Boden spoke up from the back around his obvious amusement, quite unexpectedly really considering he’d been quiet since at his table with Capp and Tony. At the drunk glare each of you sent his way, he conveniently turned to his drink, snickering into the glass.
“Ugh.” Sylvie put a hand to her head. “I need air. Can you guys—”
With a strength most unbefitting of someone who’d stumbled into the pub not long ago, you finally escaped Kelly’s hold with a loud: “coming!”
Concern filled each member of firehouse 51′s gaze as the four of you clambered out of Molly’s. Once the doors shut and the muffled sound of loud laughter filled the tense silence of the pub, Kelly turned to the crowd, the first fragment of apprehension appearing on his face. “Should someone go with them?”
Outside, you, Stella, Gabby and Sylvie were in utter hysterics for reasons entirely against what one might assume, had they been in your presence for the past five minutes.
“I can’t believe—” Gabby was bent over from the exertion of her laughter, one hand on her knee and the other grabbing onto Sylvie for support— “you sure you’ve never been drunk before?”
You pressed your lips together in an attempt to keep from bursting once again. “I’m just a seriously good actor,” you said, then lost the battle and snorted.
Sylvie rubbed at her eyes, wiping away the tears. “Did you see the guys’ faces?”
“Never mind their faces,” Stella gasped, leaning against a lamppost for support. “Did you see Kelly when you went for his beer? Aw, man. This is exactly what we needed.”
You held up a finger. “This is exactly the payback we needed,” you amended. “They better never put toothpaste in my oreos again.”
“And in the donuts,” Stella added. “No one messes with a firefighter’s breakfast donuts.”
“They know what’ll happen if they put clear nail varnish on my soap bar again,” Gabby said.
“And if they ever put a live spider on the kitchen counter again...” Sylvie let the threat hang in the air just as you all burst into laughter once more. It had, of course, been a ruse. A clever one at that. If the guys had truly believed they could get away with pranking the four of you on April Fool’s Day without some sort of retribution, even if it came a few weeks later, then most sane people would be urging them to retake their mental fitness exam. You had been pondering over it for multiple shifts, figuring out what would draw the best reactions from the guys, and had eventually dwindled it down to this with great, great satisfaction. Because what could possibly boil a guy’s blood more than seeing their little girl completely, utterly intoxicated? And what could possibly feel better than having the guys dote on you the next morning while you ‘recovered’ from your ‘hangover’?
“I just can’t believe you actually got my brother in on it too,” Gabby admitted. She slung an arm around your shoulders and drew you into a side-hug. “He’s such a spoilsport, he would’ve turned me down immediately.”
You shrugged. “I told you I had a special charm.”
“He should’ve stayed for a drink,” Stella said.
Gabby scoffed. “Oh, that guy can’t play a prank to save his life. He left so he didn’t burst into laughter and give it away.” She suddenly swayed, her cheeks puffing up as the world’s orbit seemed to become that bit more obvious. “Ooh. Okay, I know we didn’t have that much to drink…”
“But we still drank,” Sylvie finished, swallowing down a thickness in her throat, “yep. I feel it too.”
You were standing pretty on two drinks, one from each of the pubs you’d pitifully crawled past before the anticipation of your prank to come had dulled your appetite for wine. Gabby, Stella (especially Stella) and Sylvie had obviously drank more in those two pubs, hence why their dramatics weren’t entirely dramatics, but you had based your performance entirely on the notes you’d mentally taken over the past years as you watched drunk men enter and leave Molly’s.
“Oh, oh, shit, abort,” Gabby hissed. You turned to see movement at the door. At the sound of it swinging open as Matt, Kelly and Cruz came out, supposedly to take you home, you put those notes to good use once more.
“Gabby! Stel! Sylvieeee!” you whined, hanging onto the others. “Why can’t I have a baby koala?”
“I’m gonna puke again!” Sylvie shrieked.
“I literally might faint,” Stella said airily, a hand against her forehead.
Gabby pretended to collapse. “My head feels like a construction zone!”
The guys, including Kelly, looked horrified, well aware they were in for a night and a half.
Payback was sweet.
Chicago Fire Masterpost
send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five
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Hi there 😊 would you do a Kelly Severide drabble where his sister (only a few years younger than him) gets trapped in a fire and he rescues her and then makes sure she is all fine and is just a cute brother?
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Could Never Forget
Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader
Requested: yes, by @enchantedblackrose
Summary: When Kelly doesn’t seem to remember Y/N’s birthday, she spends the day a little confused and worried.
Word Count: 1,469
Tags/Warnings: Established Kelly x Reader; vague mentions of explosion/arson
A/N: Hi Ashley, I wasn’t 100% sure what to do with this lol so sorry if it's no good, but I hope you like it anyway! I wrote a similar drabble before but this was still fun to write!
KELLY SEVERIDE MASTERLIST
“Alright, I have to go.” Kelly glanced at his watch before giving you a quick kiss. “I’ll try to be back early. Have a good day.”
You waited, but Kelly didn’t say anything else, practically flying out the door.
You glanced back at the date on your lit phone screen, almost like you needed confirmation that you hadn’t gotten your own birthday wrong.
Blowing air out from your lips gently, you finished the coffee in the cup in front of you.
“Happy Birthday, Y/N.” You muttered quietly under your breath before you grabbed your laptop and headed out of the house.
You were kind of glad you’d decided to spend the day out of the house, even more glad that your work was mobile. But even so, as you glanced at your phone from where you sat in the café you usually were in, you realized that today, not even writing seemed to be able to distract you from the fact that Kelly had not once mentioned your birthday.
It wasn’t like you and Kelly ever had a big thing going on for either of your birthdays. It was usually just a dinner, a small celebration with friends. You didn’t even want him to spend money on flowers or gifts, you were happy just to have him.
So you weren’t exactly upset. More confused and to be honest, maybe a little worried.
The thoughts swept through your head as you glanced at your phone which had no notifications. Was Kelly okay? Was the OFI case he was on right now overly worrying him? Was something happening at the firehouse that he hadn’t told you about?
You glanced back at the blank document on your laptop screen and closed it with a sigh.
Just as you were getting restless, your phone rang. “Hey girl, happy birthday!”
Sylvie’s bright voice hit you even from over the phone and you smiled. “Hey Sylv, thank you.”
“Everything okay at the firehouse recently?” You couldn’t help yourself.
You heard the confusion in Sylvie’s voice when she answered. “Yeah, why?”
“Nothing.” You answered, quickly changing the topic.
“Wait, you’re alone?” Sylvie asked.
You nodded even though she couldn’t see you. “Yeah, Kelly had some business to take care of today, so I thought I’d get some writing done.”
“Nuh-uh, I’m coming now.” Sylvie answered, hanging up.
Kelly glanced at his watch.
It was bad enough that he had to make the decision to follow up on an OFI case on a day he wasn’t on shift, today had to be your birthday.
Kelly knew this case was urgent, and if they didn’t catch this bastard soon, another place was gonna be blown up. It was starting to piss him off because it felt like they were always one step behind him.
So he’d left the house in a hurry, only realizing that he hadn’t wished you a happy birthday before he’d left. It felt kind of weird to do it over the phone and technically he hadn't exactly forgotten. Everything for that evening was already ready, so he figured he'd make it up to you when he got home but…
This day was taking way too long.
He’d gone to interview one of the victims at Med and came back to OFI with a big fat nothing. So, partnering with one of the OFI investigators he normally worked with, they’d visited a few of the crime scenes and by some stroke of luck had found new evidence that they’d missed, which had pointed them right to the culprit.
At least we got him.
So he was now on the way to close the case but things had gone much later than he’d planned for. And he felt his heart give a small twist as he looked back at the reply you’d sent to him within just a minute after he’d told you he’d be late.
Ok. Be safe.
Kelly exhaled, just as they pulled up in front of the address they’d been heading for.
Kelly stuffed his phone back into his pocket, nodding to the investigator and climbing out of the car.
Sylvie had taken all of ten minutes to accost you at the café, taking your laptop hostage to make you go with her to shop, eat, have more coffee. It had been a much needed distraction so you were glad she’d done this.
Kelly, on the other hand, had sent you a few messages, as he usually did on any other day, checking in with you to make sure you’d eaten, to ask where you were but still, nothing about your birthday.
So when dinner time came around and you got a message from Kelly saying he would be late, you’d already stopped anticipating anything from Kelly today. Maybe he’d just genuinely forgotten, maybe he was worried about something that kept his mind preoccupied, but whatever it was, you just wanted Kelly to come home safe and sound, and you just wanted the day to end.
By now, you were pretty sure Kelly was dealing with something serious enough to keep his mind occupied so you weren’t really upset. Disappointed, sure. But you were just looking forward to seeing him, like any other normal day.
A normal day.
You’d dozed off on the couch while waiting, your eyes opening again when you heard the keys at the door.
You glanced up to look at the clock. 9 at night wasn’t that bad.
You got up to greet him, pausing as you saw what he was holding. A cake box and a bouquet of flowers.
“Happy Birthday, babe.”
It took you another second to process it.
“What?”
Kelly frowned, spinning back around to glance at the clock to make sure he was indeed home before midnight before he looked back at you.
“Okay, I swear I didn’t forget, alright? I could never. ” Kelly had barely finished his sentence when the bell rang.
Kelly turned back to open the door, taking another bag from whoever was at the door before the door closed again.
“Will you at least take the flowers?” He half-pleaded with you and you let out a smile, taking the flowers from him before Kelly moved towards the table.
Kelly glanced up at you as he pulled out food from the bag that had just arrived. “I had a plan, but I had to change it because of you know… OFI. And I’m sorry about this. I wanted to take you out for a nice meal but…”
“Kelly.” You interrupted him.
Kelly glanced up at you, trying to read you to see how mad you really were. “This is perfect.”
You stepped up to him now, putting the flowers on a chair, before you looped your arms around him. Kelly leaned down, his palm resting against your jaw like a habit before he pressed his lips onto yours, deepening the kiss.
“I don’t need anything. Just you.” You whispered, as he pulled away.
Kelly looked you straight in the eyes. “You’re not mad?”
You shrugged. “Worried is a better word.”
Kelly frowned in confusion and you explained. “I thought something might have been bothering you. That’s why you were preoccupied and all, you know?”
Kelly sighed, leaning forward to envelope you into a hug. “I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to worry about me either.”
You smiled. “I’m always going to worry about you.”
Both you and Kelly stayed like this for a while more, until Kelly broke away, turning to take out the steaks he’d ordered so that the both of you could have a nice meal.
It was actually a perfect night, probably more perfect than Kelly could have imagined. This was all you really needed - a nice dinner with just Kelly, followed by a little cuddling on the couch, some cake that he’d brought back. And then to top it all off, he’d taken you for a night ride, the wind blowing your hair backwards as he sped through the empty Chicago streets before finding a quiet place by the river where the two of you could take a small stroll, breathe in the cool air, and just be by yourselves.
“Sorry I was late.” Kelly whispered, his arms encircling you from behind as the both of you stood looking out across the Chicago river.
You reached down for his hand. “Kelly, this was more than enough. It was perfect.” You paused. “Did you finish what you’d meant to?”
Kelly nodded, nuzzling your neck gently from where he was standing behind you. “Yeah, I did.”
“Good.” You whispered, turning to face him now.
“Happy Birthday, Y/N. I love you.” Kelly whispered.
You reached up to put your arms around his neck now. “I love you too, Kelly Severide.”
Kelly smiled, reaching down to give you another deep kiss.
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Kelly wanting to get his new wife pregnant with female reader + slick thighs with the pregnancy/breeding kink
"mrs. severide, are you sure?" kelly asked with a smirk. he hovered over your naked body, gripping his cock in his hand.
you had told him earlier that you wanted to try and have a baby but he wanted to make sure this was what you really wanted, newly married and all.
you nodded eagerly and pulled your husband's body down to kiss his lips while he slipped his cock inside your tight wetness. "mmm you feel so good, squeezing me." kelly rasped after thrusting his length in an out of you a few times.
when your pussy eased up more, kelly started pounding inside, sweat pooling down his chest. he slicked the strands of your hair back before tilting forward to claim your lips again, clatching his teeth against yours.
you tried to circle your clit but kelly smacked your hand away, pulling away from your lips ro tut you in a playful disapproval. he slipped a finger in your mouth and you raised a brow.
"so i can rub your clit." he chuckled from the look on your face and reached his hips up to sneak a finger on top of your nub. as soon as his fingertip touched your sensitive, puffy clit you jolted under his touch and gasped at the feeling.
his pelvis repeatedly slammed against your hips, speeding up the pace with every stroke and flick to your abused clit. "g-gonna cum." you managed to get out, a moan slipping out as well.
kelly pulled out before slipping back in deep and impaling the head of his cock inside of you. kissing your cervix and walls with every push and shove inside of your cunt, he groaned before finishing with you, spilling his white spurts of cum inside.
your intense orgasm had your vision blurring which caused you to tug on kelly's hair, pulling the strands of his scalp. the everlasting effects were still there of his orgasm as the pain mixed with the pleasure while he stilled inside of your cum filled hole to catch his breath.
"if you get pregnant this time, i hope you know i'm doing this again anyways babe." kelly grinned, giving you a quick kiss before slowly pulling out despite your wincing so he could clean you up. and you shook your head with a smile, knowing you'd want him to as well.
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Who do you have drabbles for? Just so we can send a variety
On a free for all day (Thursday, Saturday, Sunday), I'll drabble for any of the following:
Luke Hemmings
Rooster
Hangman
Benedict Bridgerton
Anthony Bridgerton
Jay Halstead
Adam Ruzek
Matt Casey
Kevin Atwater
Kelly Severide
Connor Rhodes
Will Halstead
off the top of my head anyway! :)
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“When I said ‘whatever helps you sleep at night’, I didn’t mean this” #57 with Kelly Severide
I’m thinking his that best friend who will annoy the hell of out you and keep you up at night when he can’t sleep, He’s always looking to get your attention somehow … Also he may be harbouring a little crush on you 🤫😚
Kelly had sworn to you once when you were over his house that he didn’t do well sleeping alone. Having Shay, or any roommate for that matter, helped because then at least someone was around. He just didn’t like being by himself. Especially at night.
So you really shouldn’t have been surprised when you opened your front door to find Kelly standing there at 3am, sheepish smile on his face as he held up a tray of coffee and a bag with breakfast sandwiches. “Hey, sorry to wake you up.”
You hummed and nodded as if you actually believed his apology, “when I said ‘whatever helps you sleep at night’, I didn’t mean this.” You moved to the side so that Kelly could come into your apartment. “You know most people don’t wake other people up when they can’t sleep.”
Kelly had called before he’d come over, asking if it was alright with you if he stopped by. You were always too soft with him, at least that’s what Shay said, and you always ended up giving in. You weren’t above complaining though, as if he’d forced your hand. “At least I brought some coffee right?” He offered, setting both the coffee and sandwiches on the kitchen table.
“At least we’re off tomorrow.” You replied, rolling your eyes at him as you took your coffee off the tray. “Couch?”
You and Kelly always had a routine when he came over. You’d put on whatever show you were binging at the moment and both of you would settle on the couch, not fully watching the tv, and eventually Kelly would fall asleep. He never lasted through more than one episode but you didn’t actually mind the being woken up.
“I should take that extra bedroom you have, that way you don’t have to trudge all the way over here.” You remarked, settling into the couch with him, “or you should get a girlfriend.”
“Not really anyone who’s interested right now.” Kelly shrugged, casting a glance your way as you scrolled through Netflix.
“I find that hard to believe Kelly,” you replied, “when did you suddenly become so picky?”
“I’m not picky,” he laughed, “just waiting for the right person.”
“Not that detective?”
“No,” Kelly shook his head before turning his attention to the tv, “x-files again?”
“Did I come knocking at your door at 3am?” You nudged him, “when that happens you can pick the show.”
#Kelly Severide drabble#honestly been dying to write some of the fire guys but haven’t had ideas so thank you#sorry I forgot to post this yesterday#just realized this morning
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