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No worries take your time when ever you get time to. But would you be interested in doing one of severide and Casey living together still at the time and Kelly gets sick with the flu badly and Matt takes care of him until he gets better. Please.
Haha I actually just got a similar prompt on my other account but yeah, I’m all for it.
Are you taking requests right now by chance??
For the most part, yes, although it depends. Although, it may take me a bit because I’m pretty busy.
im obsessed with the resident right now!! here are some prompt ideas?? nic is sick and conrad takes care of her- nic gets hurt at work and conrad helps- conrad and nic have a fluffy first night at their new house :))
Hi! I don’t actually write for the resident anymore, sorry. Good luck, though!
Of course!❤😊❤ Thx!❤😊❤
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If anyone wants to take this lovely being’s prompt, feel free.
Hey! No it's completely fine!❤ and I completely understand!❤ Thank you!❤😊❤
Thanks for understanding. Good luck on your quest!
Hey! (I'm the person that sent in the ask about Josh Russo) It's ok I completely understand!❤ Maybe a request for Grayson from The Resident?❤ (If you write x readers) (I think there's more stuff about him but I completely understand if you don't want to write for him!❤
Hi! I’m so sorry but I don’t actually watch The Resident anymore. I’m also not really active on this blog (Mostly on @whumpkeys now). Sorry again and good luck with upyour request.
When ur in a manic episode and decide to attempt to write as many of the nov(emeto)ber prompts as possible in a day
This right here is a mood.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/20417456
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
https://archiveofourown.org/works/20417540
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I haven’t really been posting here very much and honestly, I kind of forgot about it until I got a barrage of notifications. I mostly post on my A03 (@/CottonCandyWhump) or my other tumblr (@whumpkeys) now.
It’s A Date
“Buck! Hurry up!” Bobby yells as the other firefighter tries to get out of the burning building. Just before the building explodes, Buck makes it to the door and is about to step out. The blast knocks everyone back a few steps but Buck gets the worst of it. Buck is launched into the side of the firetruck before falling to the ground, unconscious.
“Buck!” Eddie yells, running over to his friend. Buck opens his eyes and manages to look up at Eddie before they slide closed again.
“Nono! Hey, open your eyes Buck!” Eddie tells him, slapping his face lightly.
“Come on Buckeroo. Show up those baby blues!” Hen says. She only gets a groan in response before the paramedics get there and shove them out of the way. Hen and Eddie watch helplessly as the medics load their best friend into the ambulance and whisk him away to the hospital.
~~~
“Evan Buckley?” The doctor calls and the firefighters immediately look up. They had come straight from the fire, their turnout gear still on and their faces covered in soot.
“Is he ok?” Eddie asks, standing up.
“Mr. Buckley’s suffered a nasty concussion, two broken ribs, one bruised rib and a broken arm. We’ve wrapped his ribs but there isn’t much we can do but wait. We were able to get his arm in a cast so it and the ribs should heal in about six weeks. Mr. Buckley is awake now but I should warn you he is on a high dose of pain killers and probably isn’t himself at the moment,” the blond haired doctor tells them. The firefighters follow the doctor into the room and Buck immediately looks up, a big goofy grin on his face.
“Visiting hours end at six,” the doctor says before turning to leave.
“Hey, Buck,” Hen says, “You had us all worried. How are you feeling?”
“Hi Eddie,” Buck says with a grin, ignoring Hen.
“Hi yourself,” Eddie says, shrugging in Hen’s direction when she shoots him a confused look.
“Hen, guess what?” Buck exclaims, looking over towards Hen.
“What?”
“I have to tell you a secret!” Buck announces, reaching up to yank on Hen’s sleeve, trying to get her closer.
“What’s that?” Hen asks, putting her ear next to Buck.
“I think Eddie’s cute!” He stage whispers, “Don’t tell him I said that, though!”
At that, Hen and Chim burst out laughing and Eddie flushes bright red. Even Bobby cracks a smile. Buck sees them all laughing and glares at Hen.
“I told you not to tell!” He scowls at her before turning to face the wall.
“Aww, Buck. It’s ok. You know we’re all pretty accepting,” Hen says.
“I know that!” Buck says, rolling his eyes.
“So what’s the problem?”
Buck motions for Hen to come closer and she obliges, bending over the bed again to hear whatever secret he wanted to share.
“I want to kiss him but he might not want to kiss me,” Buck whispers so quietly Hen thinks she missed it.
“Ok. So ask him,” Hen says, motioning towards a bright red Eddie.
“Eddie, wanna kiss me?” Buck asks, grinning like an idiot.
Eddie gives him a smile in return before leaning over the bed to give him a small peck on the lips. The heart monitors in the room start beeping wildly and Eddie pulls away with a smile.
“Kiss me again,” Buck says, pouting.
Eddie leans in again, forgetting for a moment that there’s other people in the room. He’s certainly reminded by the whoops and wolf whistles and the sound of Buck’s heart monitor going crazy.
“Tell you what. When you’re off all these drugs, I’ll take you for dinner. That sound good?” Eddie asks. Buck nods excitedly and Eddie sits down with a grin.
“It’s a date, then.”
Domino
“Give it back, Sev!”
Mills looks up from where he’s showing the kindergarteners how to put the turnout coat on just in time to see Severide running past with something in his hand. Casey’s chasing after him, looking pissed. The two run towards the truck and disappear behind them only to reappear around the other side.
“Severide! Give it back!” Casey yells again before tackling the other lieutenant to the ground.
The item flies out of Severide’s hand when he hits the concrete and lands near Mills feet. The candidate bends over to pick it up and frowns in confusion when he recognizes it as a domino. Mills puts it in his pocket with a shrug and turns back towards the kindergarteners, trying his best to ignore the two lieutenants wrestling behind him. It’s clear that he’s lost the kid’s attention as they stare, mesmerized, by the firefighters fighting between the trucks. Mills gives up on trying to teach them and instead joins them in watching the fight.
He watches as Casey flips them over so Severide’s beneath him. He throws a couple punches, making sure to keep them light, before Severide shoves him off and pins him. Casey scowls as he squirms, trying to get free. Casey somehow manages to get out from under his friend and rolls under the squad truck. Casey doesn’t seem to realize this as he tries to sit up and smacks his head with a clang.
Severide’s playful grin immediately morphs into a concerned frown as he pulls an unconscious Casey out from under the truck. Mills runs over when he sees the lieutenants eyes shut.
“Case? Hey, Matt?” Severide calls, tapping his friends cheek. He’s sitting on the ground with the top half of Casey’s limp body draped over Severide's lap. Casey opens his eyes with a groan just as Mills reaches them, snapping on some gloves.
“You ok, man?” Kelly asks, helping his friend sit up and ignoring Mills.
“My head hurts like a-,” Casey starts before Severide slaps a hand over his friend’s mouth, motioning to the kindergarteners watching, wide eyed.
“Come on,” Kelly says, looping one of Matt’s arms over his shoulders. The two head into the main room. Mills hears Casey mutter something about losing the domino to which Severide replies that they would find it later.
As Mills runs his fingers over the domino, he can’t help but wonder what’s so important about it.
Hey! Would you be willing to take a request for Josh Russo from 9-1-1? He's the guy who works with Maddie as a 911 operator.❤
I would love too but I really don’t know his character too well. I’m sorry!
Assumptions
“What the hell?!?” Kelly shouts when he walks into Matt’s office to see his best friend about to inject himself with something.
“Kelly, I swear it’s not what it looks like. I’ll explain in a minute,” Casey tells him, taking the cap off the syringe. Severide grabs the syringe out of his hand and holds it away from the other lieutenant.
“You’re doing drugs?!? What the hell Casey! Is this why you got Andy killed?!? You were high?!?” Severide shouts, quickly attracting the rest of the station.
“Sev, please! I need that back!” Casey says, already feeling his throat closing up.
“So you can get high and get the rest of us killed?!? I don’t think so!” Kelly yells, waving the syringe around. Casey looks behind Severide and sees his crew looking at him with a mix of disbelief, anger and betrayal.
“I’m not doing drugs! Just give it back! I’ll explain when I’m done!” Casey yells reaching for the syringe. He can feel his body starting to burn and he knows the hives are coming soon. It’s already hard to breathe, let alone carry on a conversation.
“Bullshit! If you’re not doing drugs then what the hell is this?!?” Severide asks, stepping back when Casey reaches for it again.
“Answer the question, Lieutenant,” Hermann snaps, stepping forward with his arms crossed.
“It’s my epipen and I need it right now!” Casey chokes out before his throat closes up and he passes out, falling to the ground. Kelly reads the label on the syringe and finds out that it is in fact an epipen.
“Oh shit,” Severide mutters as he quickly takes the epipen and jabs it into Casey’s thigh.
“Somebody get Shay and Dawson!” Herrmann shouts, kneeling beside the two lieutenants. Cruz runs off and returns a few seconds later with the chief and the two paramedics in tow.
“Mills, there’s an epipen in the top drawer of my desk,” Chief Boden says and the candidate runs off only to return a few seconds later, epipen in hand. The chief takes it and jabs it into the firefighters thigh, next to the other one.
“Dawson! Shay! Get the stretcher over here!”
~~~
Casey wakes up in the hospital a bit later and groans when he tries to move.
“You’re awake!” Severide says, smiling at him. Casey turns to look at him and is immediately reminded of why he was in the hospital.
“Get out.”
“What?” Kelly asks, his smile faltering.
“Out!” Casey snaps, the memory of the other lieutenants accusations too fresh in his mind. Severide glares at him and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
I just realized I posted this on the wrong blog so here you go...
I’m taking requests.
I’m in a writing mood but not sure what to write about... I will probably write anything at the moment... Just depends on if I’m comfortable writing it or not.
Fandoms:
Chicago Fire
Daredevil
911
The Rookie
The Resident
Genres:
Whump
Sickfics
Emeto
Angst
Fluff
Drabbles
If you’re unsure of something just ask. Also, I do have some OC’s that I want to introduce but I’m not sure how so if anyone wants them, go for it.
Z - Zen
Casey lays on the grass with his face to the sun, feeling the warmth on his face as he relaxes. It’s days like this that he remembers why he loves to be alive. It’s moments like these that remind him why-.
His thoughts are interrupted when his body erupts into hot pain and he screams. He opens his eyes to see that ambulance had driven right over his legs.
“Oh my god!” Shay yells as she and Dawson rush to get the gurney ready. He’s about to sit up when he passes out from the pain, his head smacking against the concrete.
Y- Yawn
Casey presses the back of his hand to his mouth as he yawns.
“Rough night?” Severide asks with a grin.
“Yeah,” Casey agrees, sending the squad lieutenant a small smile. Severide leaves and Casey sighs as he remembers waking up at two in the morning, screaming.
