pairing: Jay Halstead x Female Reader (ft. Kelly Severide)
requested: no
word count: 1.2K
warnings: attempted carjacking, physical assult (non-graphic), brusing, minor injuries, emotinal distress, comfort after trauma, anxiety
summary: After an attempted carjacking leaves you bruised and shaken, the first to arrive is CFD and Kelly Severide. The second is the only person you want.
The first thing you remember is the sound.
Your own breathing.
Too loud. Too fast.
The alley had been quiet when you parked. Just a quick stop. In and out. You’d done it a hundred times.
Then the passenger door yanked open.
A stranger’s hand grabbed your arm.
“Out. Now.”
Your brain didn’t even process it at first. You froze. The smell of gasoline. His grip tightening. Your pulse roaring in your ears.
You tried to pull away.
He shoved you back against the car hard enough that your head clipped the window.
Your phone slipped from your hand and hit the pavement.
“Keys.”
Your fingers trembled. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t do anything.
A siren wailed in the distance.
The man swore and bolted.
You slid down the side of your car, legs giving out, staring at nothing.
Someone nearby must have called it in.
And because it was Chicago… the cavalry came fast.
Red lights bounced off brick walls as Chicago Fire Department rolled in first.
Truck 81.
You barely registered it until boots hit pavement.
“Hey! Hey, we got someone over here!” one of the firefighters called.
Then you heard his voice.
“Y/N?”
You blinked.
Kelly Severide was suddenly crouched in front of you, turnout coat open, helmet off, eyes scanning you from head to toe.
“What happened?”
You tried to answer, but your voice cracked.
“He…he tried to…”
Severide’s jaw tightened instantly. His hand hovered near your shoulder but didn’t touch until you nodded.
“Okay. Okay. I’ve got you,” he said, calm but firm. “You’re safe. You’re okay.”
Another firefighter checked your head gently where you’d hit the glass.
“Minor bump. No bleeding,” they reported.
Severide didn’t look away from you.
“Did he have a weapon?”
You shook your head no.
“Just… grabbed me.”
Sirens again.
Different tone.
Different urgency.
Severide glanced toward the street.
“Intelligence’s here.”
And suddenly your heart jumped into your throat for a completely different reason.
Chicago Police Department SUVs screeched to a stop.
Before the vehicle had fully settled, the door flew open.
And there he was.
Jay Halstead, your boyfriend.
He didn’t look at anyone else.
Didn’t wait for a briefing.
Didn’t even shut the car door fully.
His eyes found you immediately.
And something in his expression broke.
He crossed the distance in seconds.
“Y/N.”
Your composure shattered.
“Jay.”
He dropped to his knees in front of you, hands immediately on your face, scanning for injuries.
“Talk to me. Are you hurt? Did he touch you? Did he…”
“I’m okay,” you whispered, but your voice trembled.
His hands slid to your shoulders, grounding you.
“I’m right here. I’m right here.”
Severide stepped back slightly, giving space, but stayed close enough to hear.
“He ran before we got here,” Severide said quietly. “She hit her head, but she’s alert. Shaken.”
Jay nodded once, tight.
“You scared me, I heard the call come in over the radio.” he admitted under his breath.
You let out a shaky laugh that immediately turned into a sob.
“I didn’t even think. I just, I just wanted you.”
His arms wrapped around you instantly, pulling you into his chest like he was afraid you’d disappear.
“I’m here,” he said into your hair. “You’ve got me.”
Behind you, Severide stood, arms crossed, eyes scanning the alley.
Protective. Silent.
Watching Jay just as much as he was watching the scene.
“Witness said the guy ran west,” one of the officers reported.
Jay didn’t move.
Another detective approached cautiously. “Halstead, we can…”
“Two minutes,” Jay said without looking up.
It wasn’t a request.
The detective backed off.
You clutched Jay’s jacket like it was the only solid thing in the world.
“I couldn’t breathe,” you whispered. “I froze.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you.
“That’s not weakness,” he said firmly. “That’s survival.”
Your eyes were glassy. “I was so scared.”
His thumb brushed under your eye, catching a tear.
“I know.”
Severide cleared his throat gently. “Ambulance wants to take a look at you, just protocol.”
You nodded.
Jay looked back at you.
“They’ll just check your head and for any bruising, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”
A few minutes later, you were sitting on the back step of the ambulance while a paramedic shined a light in your eyes.
Jay stood directly in front of you, one hand resting on your knee.
Severide leaned against the truck nearby, watching both of you with a subtle, protective presence.
“Concussion unlikely,” the paramedic said. “But if you feel dizzy, nauseous, call it in. We also noticed some bruising on her shoulder and hip. She’ll be sore but she’ll be okay.”
Jay nodded.
Severide finally stepped closer.
“You sure you’re good?”
You managed a small smile. “Yeah.”
He looked at Jay. “You good?”
Jay’s jaw flexed.
“I will be.”
Severide held his gaze for a second, a silent understanding between them.
Then he clapped Jay lightly on the shoulder.
“We’ll hang around until you’re clear.”
Jay gave a small nod. “Thanks, Sev.”
Severide shrugged like it was nothing.
It wasn’t.
When the scene finally started to quiet down, Jay crouched back in front of you.
“Do you want to go home?”
You shook your head slightly, leaning into him again, exhaustion settling in now that the adrenaline was gone.
Severide watched for a moment longer, then stepped back toward his truck, giving you privacy but not leaving entirely.
Jay pressed a kiss to your temple.
“You don’t ever have to go through something like that alone,” he said softly.
You tightened your hold on him.
“I know.”
And for the first time since it happened, your breathing slowed.
You were shaken.
But you were safe.
Later, Jay’s Apartment
The city was quieter here.
Dim lights. Soft shadows.
You were sitting on the edge of Jay’s bed while he knelt in front of you again but this time with an ice pack.
“Let me see,” he said gently.
You slid your jacket off.
The bruise on your shoulder was deepening, purple already spreading.
Jay’s jaw tightened again, but he kept his voice soft.
“He grabbed you here?”
You nodded.
“And here,” you added quietly, lifting your shirt just enough to show the faint mark along your hip.
Jay exhaled slowly, like he was holding back everything.
He pressed the ice gently to your shoulder.
You winced.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
His hand never left you. Even while holding the ice, his thumb brushed small circles against your arm.
Grounding.
“Talk to me,” he said.
You hesitated.
“I keep replaying it.”
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t know what to do. I froze. It all happened so fast.”
“You survived,” he corrected.
Your eyes welled again.
“I just wanted you.”
His composure cracked a little at that.
He set the ice aside carefully and stood, pulling you up with him.
Then he wrapped you in his arms.
Fully, protectively.
Like he could shield you from the world itself.
“You have me,” he whispered into your hair. “Always.”
You pressed your face into his chest.
His heartbeat was steady now.
Strong.
“Stay here tonight,” he said.
“I am.”
He helped you lie down, adjusting pillows so your shoulder wouldn’t ache.
Then he slid in beside you.
One arm around your waist.
The other resting lightly over your bruised shoulder, protective but gentle.
“I love you, Y/N”, he whispered.
Your breathing finally began to even out.
“I love you too, Jay.”
Down the block, sirens wailed faintly in the distance.
drunk & disorderly (alternate ending) (Kelly Severide x Reader)
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Synopsis: Your alcoholic father shows up at the firehouse, persistent on making amends.
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol abuse, violence, swearing, Kelly being protective AF <3.
Word Count: 2.7k
*This is an alternate ending for one of my imagines: drunk & disorderly. They can be read separately and in interchangeable order. Link to my master list."
“Shay, we are never drinking that much the night before a shift again. I’m so hungover” you groaned, throwing your head back in exasperation in the passenger seat of the ambulance. You were returning to the station after the first call of the day, and the pounding of your temples was exacerbated with every bump in the road.
“Oh c’mon, Y/N, we can handle a lil hangover” she said jokingly. “Besides, wasn’t that drinking game fun?” She asked in a suggestive tone while wiggling her eyebrows.
“I’m not sure, I can’t exactly remember last night’s events” you giggled, trying to rack your brain for a hint as to how the evening played out.
“Well, what I remember extremely vividly is you and Severide not being able to stop flirting with each other,” Shay said this without taking her eyes off of the road, but you knew she wasn’t as annoyed as she was making herself out to be. She loved the idea of the 2 people she loved the most being together.
“I can’t confirm or deny my actions or the events that occurred last night” you led in a serious note, trying to cover up your schoolgirl crush on Severide in a playful manner.
“Oh, just fuck him already! Blame it on the alcohol!” Shay encouraged, using her hands to help communicate the message. “I know you like him, and who’s to say he doesn’t want you?” she questioned.
“I’m not sure Shay, you would know the most given the fact that you live with him, wouldn’t you? Has he said anything to you??” Turning your entire torso towards her, you suddenly become very invested in the conversation. You had made comments to Shay about how hot Severide is, but you’ve never fully expressed your interest in him.
“My lawyer says no further comment” Shay responds, zipping the imaginary zipper on her lips and throwing away the key.
“Oh come on, Shay!! Help a girl out” you moaned in defeat, crossing your arms in front of your chest despite knowing that what the 2 roommates were discussing was private.
Shay was the person who got you and Kelly close to begin with. Being that you and she were ambulance partners, you went over to their place often, seeing him just as much as you see her.
“He may or may not have said some things about you, but that’s all I can say!” Shay spat out the sentence, picking up the speed as it went on as if the faster she said it, the less of a chance Kelly was to somehow find out.
“Oh, this conversation is NOT over" you responded. You weren’t ready to drop the topic anytime soon, but you had arrived back at the firehouse.
Before you could pester her with further interrogations, you saw a figure as she was pulling into the ambulance bay.
“Who is that?” Shay exclaimed, confused that someone was blocking her.
You squinted your eyes, confident that they were playing tricks on you based on who you were perceiving to be there. Once Shay had driven as close as she could without running them over, you knew your eyes were not deceiving you.
“My dad” you spat angrily, upset that this was your current reality; that a member of your toxic family had followed you to the one good thing in your life.
You were both frozen in the ambulance; you, unsure how to avoid this interaction, and Shay, confused as to how she could help you.
You got out of the ambulance and began making your way inside, pretending that your dad was an invisible man and that his presence had no effect on you. Shay followed suit.
When you walked past him you heard him scoff, and he threw his hands up in the air, resembling confusion.
“You’re just gonna walk past me. No ‘Hi dad, how are you? Long time no see.’” You couldn’t believe what you just heard, but once you partially processed it, you decided that this was indeed your battle to pick today.
You had moved to Chicago from Toronto after applying to the academy, deciding that between your narcissistic and emotionally abusive mother, and your alcoholic dad, it was time to leave; not to run away, but to survive.
Your older brother is a firefighter in Toronto, and you easily could’ve gotten a job at his firehouse, but you had always loved Chicago and decided to bite the bullet.
“You have some nerve.” Slowly turning around to face him, you tried to keep yourself from seeing red. He didn’t deserve to know he got a reaction from you. “Showing up at my place of work unexpectedly and expecting me to give you the time of day.”
“I just want to talk, Y/N.” You started hysterically laughing once you heard what he had said, the anger presenting itself through laughter. Your father was confused as to why you were reacting this way, and quite frankly, so was Shay. She had never seen you so upset.
“Get out of my firehouse. You don’t deserve to be here.”You pointed towards the street, urging him to get out of your sight.
“Y/N just hear me out. I know I don’t deserve it but it’s been so long and I just want to be a part of your life again. Things are different now.” The pounding in your head was starting to become excruciatingly unbearable the further this conversation continued.
You could hear the sounds of squad and truck rumbling down the street and you knew that you needed him to leave before the entire house got back.
“Yeah, things sure as hell are different, I left before I suffocated and you couldn’t give a rat’s ass where I ended up. Until today, a random Saturday morning 2 YEARS after I spoke to you last. I want you to leave, NOW. Don’t make me escalate this situation.” You were sick of people walking all over you- blood-related or not, and you weren’t going to have any of this. Especially not in front of your 51 family.
By the time you finished your spiel, truck and squad were both parked and beginning to filter out, undressing from their turnover gear.
Severide hopped out, pulling his turnover gear down to his waist. He was wearing his lieutenant shirt with suspenders, and his squad 3 baseball cap. He would make subtle glances over, not wanting to make the fact that he was eavesdropping obvious.
“I’m not going anywhere until you decide to give me another chance. Until you let me make things up to you” he pleaded, reeking of desperation.
At this point, heads were turning to observe the interaction.
“I gave you one too many chances, and I’m done. I’m not sure how you didn’t get the hint that I wanted nothing to do with you when I moved countries, but I’m now verbally letting you know that this relationship is over.” You had thought about simply walking into the firehouse but you didn’t want to risk finding out whether he had the gall to follow you.
At this point, a few members of 51 had filtered into the lounge, knowing that they probably weren’t meant to be listening to the conversation. Others took their sweet time getting undressed to keep an eye on the situation.
Severide was especially lingering, always having an urge to protect you against harm’s way. He didn’t know much about the situation given that you kept your past secretive, but knowing how abusive fathers can be, he stood near.
“C’mon, Y/N, you’ve always been so damn stubborn. Do you need to act like this when I’m trying to prove to you that I can be better?” Your dad was genuinely curious as to how you could be so cutthroat towards him as if his drinking didn’t ruin the first 2 decades of your life.
“I don’t think you need to prove anything to her. It’s pretty clear you’re not a part of her life and that she wants it to stay that way.” You didn’t expect to hear Kelly’s voice from behind you all of a sudden.
“Kel, it’s okay. I got this.” You felt torn between wanting him to stand up for you and telling him you can fight your own battles. He stepped closer toward you, and Shay took a couple of steps back, knowing you now had extra protection.
“And who are you?” your father asked, not breaking eye contact with you. His hands were placed on his hips, and by his body language, it was evident that he was not leaving without a fight.
“Lieutenant Severide of 51, and respectfully, I’m asking you to leave my firehouse” Severide stated in a calm but straightforward manner. He crossed his arms and waited intently.
Your dad chuckled in what seemed to be astonishment while shifting his eye contact repeatedly from you to Severide. “Sleeping your way to the top; very typical of you Y/N. I thought you would’ve changed your ways by now” your dad scoffed.
You were beyond pissed off that he was even here right now, but that comment officially made your blood boil. Thinking about what you could say in response, your dad decided to speak up once again.
“Let me ask you, how long have you been fucking my daughter, lieutenant?” He said the last word as if it was dirty.
Kelly stepped right up to him as if he had no fears, something you wish you could’ve warned him about before doing. You were grateful your dad appeared to be sober because if he hadn’t, a brawl would’ve already broken out between them.
“Y/N has been nothing but a talented and competent paramedic with a great amount of expertise in her field. She‘s proven time and time again that she’s a necessary addition to this team, and deserves to be a part of this family- she did that all by herself, no thanks to you. Now get out of my firehouse before the chief gets back and escalates this even further.”
You were blown away by Severide’s words, unaware of his thoughts regarding your presence at 51. He managed to respond in a professional yet serious manner, and he did it with ease, seeming completely unbothered by confrontation. The two men were still face to face, and Kelly was not ready to back down for nothing and no one.
“Whatever.” Your dad hadn’t let Kelly escape his gaze for even a millisecond. “You know, maybe I’d have a bone to pick if I came here out of my own free will. This was just part of my 12 steps. Step 9: Make amends” your dad said with a smirk.
Despite not wanting to hear your father out for anything he had to say, the fact that he was here for his benefit and not out of sincerity was your final straw.
It took you a second to even fathom the possibility that he came here for selfish reasons, but once you did, you couldn’t stop yourself.
You lunged at him and began unleashing. “FUCK YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” Now you solely saw red. While you were attempting to physically release all of your pain onto him, you felt Severide grab onto your waist and rip you off.
Your arms and legs were still thrashing about, despite him being far from your grasp. “Come here, get off of him. It’s okay.” Severide attempted to console you, but you were furious.
“Y/N! Enough, he’s not worth it!!!” You heard Shay shouting from behind you.
Once Severide planted you back on the floor, and you adjusted the stray hairs that had fallen all over your face, you began to catch your breath.
“What the hell’s going on?” Casey shouted from across the apparatus, walking over with his arms out in question. “Is everything okay?” He glanced between Severide - who looked like he was about to punch a wall, his jaw clenched - and you.
“Nothing, he’s just leaving,” you said while trying to slow your breathing and resist the urge to fight once again.
Your father must’ve thought Casey was the chief because he put his arms up in surrender and turned on his heels.
You abruptly turned around and raced your way into quarters as fast as you could, not comprehending what just happened.
Kelly put his hands on his hips, hanging his head low and then glanced back up toward Shay and Casey while squinting. He knew what it was like when family troubles came into the firehouse, so he felt for you. He didn’t like to see you upset, even though his feelings for you hadn’t been confessed.
“Who was that?” Casey asked, looking between Shay and Severide as if the answer lay between them.
Meanwhile, you rushed through the doors between the apparatus bay and the inside of the firehouse heading straight for the bathroom.
Everyone sitting in the lounge immediately shot a glance toward you but didn’t interrupt- you were evidently on a mission, the anger you felt putting a fire under your ass.
You entered the closest stall and closed the lid, taking a seat. The second you did so, the tears automatically began to flow, anger quickly evolving into sadness.
You heard light taps on the stall, not even realizing someone had walked in. “Y/N?” None other than Severide.
“I’m good Kel, I promise. I’ll be out soon” you said, trying to keep your voice from quivering. You didn’t want the man you had a crush on to think you’re a damsel in distress who needs saving.
“Let me in, Y/N. Please.” You think he meant this literally and figuratively. He knew you were lying through your teeth when you said you were okay. “If you don’t want me to come in that’s fine, I’ll stand outside the door, but I’m not leaving you by yourself.” The door jolted and you could tell he was leaning against it, making himself comfortable.
You knew he wasn’t going to leave, given his stubborn character, so you dried up your tears as best as you could with 1-ply toilet paper and unlocked the door.
He stood up and turned around to face you noticing that your eyes were puffy and your face was red.
Kneeling between your legs, he looked up at you grabbing a hold of your chin.
“Are you okay?” He asked intently, scanning your face for any hints of distress.
“I just wasn’t expecting it, Kel. 51 is my only family and I don’t want him to jeopardize that…” Severide urgently nodded in agreement, a sympathetic look on his face. “He won’t” he stated matter o’factly. “I’ll make sure of it.” He was determined to keep you away from your father.
“I’m worried he’s gonna turn back up here, or worse, get you in trouble. It’s not worth you going to the review board because my idiot father reported what happened.” You looked down at him through wet eyelashes, upset that you indirectly put him in this situation.
“He was the unwanted visitor at the firehouse, and everyone can vouch for that. It’s his word against multiple others.” You nodded in hesitant agreement, not fully convinced by his statement.
“Stay at Shay and I’s for a couple of days, maybe reach out to your brother and see if he knew about him coming here. Or if you wanna stay home, I could get Jay to assign a covert car to your street.” Severide offering you options and comforting you is what you didn’t know you needed.
He looked up at you, glancing between each of your eyes while you attempted to make a decision.
“Yeah, I’ll stay with you both. If that’s okay” you responded, sniffling the leftover snot in your nose after finally calming down. Just being in his presence lowered your blood pressure.
He nodded his head. “You good to go back out?” He slowly got up and held out his hand for you to take.
“Thank you, Kel, seriously.” As soon as you stood up, you engulfed him in a hug, the combination of his natural scent and cologne flooding your nostrils.
He rubbed your back up and down, his chin resting on the top of your head. He kissed your head then said, “Don’t sweat it, sweetheart.”
Hey everyone! I no... long time no chat :( I've had this in my notes for a while and thought I'd post it while I write up some other stuff. I haven't watched the new season's episodes yet, so maybe that'll help the creative flow! I hope everyone has had a wonderful start to the new year :) Again, here is a link to my master list!
It was Monday morning and somehow everyone in the Severide household managed to over sleep.
Sadie rushed to get dressed, brushing her hair up into a messy bun. She saw a folded up piece of paper on her night stand and mentally kicked herself for forgetting.
Going into the kitchen where Kelly was making coffee to go she shoved the piece of paper at him.
"I need you to sign this!"
He quickly opened it up, glancing at the form.
"Report card huh? Why did you wait…oh hey! Great job Sades!"
He smiled as he signed the report card full of nothing but As and Bs.
"Thanks, hey I'm going to take the bus to school."
She mentioned quickly shoving the paper in her bag.
"You don't want me to take you?"
Kelly asked as she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"No, it'll make you late for shift. I'll be fine. I love you."
"Love you too…"
He barely finished the sentence before she was out the door.
Stella emerged from the bedroom carrying both of their bags as Kelly finished up with the coffees.
"Ready?"
She asked, grabbing her cup and handing Kelly his bag.
"Ready when you are."
He kissed her cheek before following her out the door.
As the pair walked up the apron to the firehouse Kelly's phone dinged.
Checking it, it was a text from Sadie.
Sades: Made it to school, wasn't late 🙃
Kelly: Good, have a good day. Love you
Sades: love you too, yall be safe ❤️🔥
The rest of the day passed rather uneventfully for both Severides.
Kelly sat at the squad table later that afternoon, glancing up every once in a while, knowing Sadie was due back from school but she hadn't arrived yet.
He pulled out his phone and checked the time, 4:30.
He sighed and tapped on Sadie's number, pressing his phone to his ear as it rang.
Intelligence pulled up to a fresh crime scene in their respective vehicles.
A city bus sat crookedly parked on the street, its nose crashed against a parked car.
As the group stepped closer they could see blood splattered against the windows which were also littered with bullet holes.
"What are we looking at?"
Voight asked the responding officer gruffly.
"Suspected gang shooting…everyone in there is deceased. No witnesses yet."
Voight stepped onto the bus. The driver was dead, slumped over the wheel. Looking around he saw a handful of bodies laying on the floor and across seats.
"Based on some of these tattoos I'm seeing it looks like something went on between the Latin Kings and the Black Disciples."
Atwater commented from behind him, looking at the bodies around them.
The floor was littered with brass bullet casings, blood pooled around where the bodies fell.
A phone rang towards the back of the bus, Voight followed the sound of gentle chiming.
The phone was resting on the floor, partially covered in blood.
With a gloved hand he picked it up, the screen still lit as it continued to ring.
He stared at the screen, the name on the caller id read 'Kelly Bro' and a picture of Kelly and Sadie Severide stared back at him.
**I do plan on doing a book 2 to this story. So stay tuned for future updates!**
Summary: Your pregnant and you and your boyfriend Kelly Severide tell everyone through Halloween costumes
Pairing: Kelly Severide x reader, Firehouse 51,
Prompt: Halloween No.30. Telling people reader and (Character) are expecting with Halloween costumes
Request: No
Warning/s: None
You and Kelly had been planning how to announce your pregnancy for a while now but it was October and Herrmann was throwing a costume halloween party at Molly’s which is where you got your idea for how to announce it. You had saw a company making Baby Shark halloween costumes with the writing ‘Mommy shark do do do do do’ and ‘Daddy shark do do do do do’ on them so you ordered them.
Yous had arrived at Molly’s about 5 minutes ago but no one had picked up on your costumes. In all honesty they were a hoodie and a pair of joggers but it worked. You and Kelly sat down at a booth
“So you know this is the craziest idea you’ve had... like ever” Kelly said and you nodded
“Yeah I know it is” You answered taking a sip of your ‘beer’ which was a beer bottle that had been washed out with fanta inside to make it look like you were drinking. That wasn’t your idea that was Kelly’s
“Hey you two” Matt said sitting opposite yous.
“Hey Casey” You said
“That song is gonn- wait hold on are you two trying to tell us something?” He exclaimed as everyone gathered around. You lay your head on Kelly’s shoulder
“OMG Y/N IS PREGNANT” Sylvie shouted hugging you from behind causing you to grab her arms by force of habit cause the only people that wrap their arms around your neck are criminals who point a gun at your head as Kelly found out when you elbowed him in the gut for it one day. The rest of the night was spent celebrating and it felt like a big weight off your shoulders
NBC Is Not Ready To Let Go of Three Members Of The Chicago Franchise.
Chicago Fire Season 6, Chicago PD Season 5 and Chicago Med Season 3 have all been ordered at the network, but one series is ominously missing from the mass renewal announcement.
Synopsis: You disobey Kelly’s orders on a call, and he makes sure it’s your last time doing so.
Word Count: 5.6k
WARNINGS: MINORS DNI. Angst, smut, dominant and submissive, P in V, oral (male receiving), choking, overstimulation, edging, squirting, use of the word ‘slut’, daddy kink, lieutenant kink, use of a sex toy (vibrator), unprotected sex (wrap your willy, don’t be silly!!!), pure filth and shitty writing.
“You know what your problem is? You can’t follow orders!” Kelly huffed out, walking into your shared bedroom and ripping his squad jacket off in the process. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed” he spat angrily.
He was upset; there was no doubt about it. And could you really blame him? The man has lost more loved ones than most people would in one lifetime. His overprotectiveness and frustration at what he viewed as blatant ignorance was a direct result of the grief buried beneath him.
You sauntered into the room behind him, ready to defend yourself to no end. “Oh, so when you don’t follow orders, you’re brave and heroic, but when I don’t follow orders I’m just an idiot who’s risking their life?!” You sarcastically reasoned with your boyfriend, upset that this was even a conversation the two of you were having.
“I didn’t say that” he grunted with gritted teeth, sitting on the edge of the bed as he removed his shoes. “Is it become I’m a woman, Kel? Hm?” you asked, slightly taunting him with your hands crossed over your chest. You walked right up to him, attempting to tower over him but failing given he was bigger than you even when he was sitting down.
“Is it because I might land myself in a situation you don’t think I have the ability or strength to get out of? Do you not trust me?” You stared at him with a questioning look, waiting for his rebuttal. Severide had a tendency to go for naturally submissive women - not that there was anything wrong with that - but you personally think this is why he lucked out with you; someone has to give him the same energy back, at least outside of the bedroom.
“That’s bullshit and you know it. You being a woman has NOTHING to do with this.” He stood up to steal the height advantage, and he peered down to look into your eyes, wondering to himself what he was gonna do with you. You, on the other hand, didn’t even flinch by his sudden movement.
“Then what does it have to do with, Kelly? Because I know damn well if you had had the opportunity to go back into that house, you would’ve. So cut the bullshit” you retorted, sick of having to defend yourself to someone a thousand times more reckless than you’ll ever be.
“Maybe I would’ve gone back in, you’re right, but I have the experience that you clearly lack since you think running into a flashover will get you a valor medal rather than a cemetery plot!” He scoffed out. He didn’t understand how you couldn’t see how dangerous your actions were, how you didn’t seem to have an ounce of regret for risking your life.
“Well you’re my lieutenant, aren’t you? I was simply modelling what I’ve observed from your leadership” You said, landing your index finger right into his muscular sternum, but he didn’t move a muscle.
When you said ‘lieutenant’, you attempted to say it without faltering, a hint of seduction evident. What better way to relieve the work day’s stress - and the tension from fighting - than with even more exertion?
“You said it yourself. I’m your lieutenant. I ordered you not to go back in, and you disobeyed me!” He shouted back, flailing his arms out to the side for emphasis and dramatic effect. He clearly was NOT picking up on the hint that you were done with this conversation, ready to move onto less verbal activities.
“How about I make it up to you? Show you that I can listen to your orders…” You looked up at him with those irresistible doe eyes of yours, simultaneously twirling of strand of hair between your fingers. If the sexual tension from the arguing wasn’t solidified before, it sure as hell was now.
“C’mon, don’t wiggle your way out of this by pulling that shit. I won’t hesitate to take you off duty for a mandatory psych eval since clearly you have a death wish.” Sputtering his threat with sarcasm, he rolled his eyes, fighting the urge deep within him to pick you up and toss you onto the bed like a rag doll.
Putting one of your hands on his chest, you brainstormed a way to escalate this into your desired outcome. “Can my punishment be anything but a visit to the shrink’s office? I promise I’ll be good for you.” You tilted to your head to the side, anticipating his response. “Hm, sir?”
You KNOW he can’t resist when you stroke his ego by reminding him who’s in charge, even considering your disobeying of orders earlier that day. What better way to evoke the dominant side of him that you loved so much?
You knew you were putting him - and his dick - through the five stages of grief, because you saw a sudden change in his eyes and before you knew it, he was smashing his lips onto yours.
The force with which he grabbed your face startled you, but you quickly adjusted, kissing back with excitement that your master plan - which you thought about and subsequently executed 3 minutes ago - was being initiated.
You urged him to sit back down on the bed by pushing your body up against him and climbing on top of him as soon as you had the chance- your lips not once removing from his. You rubbed up on him like an unaltered cat in heat as if it would take off the layers that separated you from his already hard cock.
Your lips were devouring each other’s, the sense of urgency and desperation evident. He sucked in your bottom lips with his teeth, and then spit into your mouth as he let go of his sharp pull.
Pulling your face away from his with urgency, he gazed at you intently. It was as if you could see the metaphorical gears in his head grinding as he thought of a way to assert his dominance over you.
“On your knees” he uttered as he removed both of his hands from your face. You were taken aback. After all, you were the one hinting at your desire to get down and dirty, and you just weren’t expecting Kelly to give up on his lecturing so quickly. But this was your plan all along- get him distracted enough that he would forget about the stunt you pulled on shift (or, at the very least, postpone the reprimanding to a later date).
“I’m not going to ask you again” he spat out, angry that you weren’t immediately obeying. You looked down at him, noticing his pupils had swallowed his iris’ whole; his eyes gleaming with lust and dominance. Removing your legs from around his waist, you lowered yourself down until your kneecaps were on the rug, your body in between his legs, and your face perfectly centred with his bulge.
He motioned towards his belt buckle with his head, a hint of annoyance that you didn’t automatically begin releasing him. You reached up, pulling the length of his belt from under the clasp and removing it from the notch. Sliding it out from under his belt loops, you were about to toss it next to you when Kelly motioned for you to give it to him.
You could already feel the moisture between your legs, and being face to face with Kelly’s manhood only increased your libido. You unbuttoned his work pants, dragged the zipper down, and reached within his underwear.
His cock was NOT hard to find by any means- you took it out and observed it with admiration, the pre-cum very pronounced on his red, bulbous tip.
Kelly had a very nice penis, and I think half of the women in Chicago could vouch for him. Not only did he have a cock with the perfect ratio of girth to length, but he sure as fuck knew how to use it.
Taking the tip of your tongue, you ran it along his head, collecting the white, slippery substance already beginning to ooze out. Goosebumps spread along every inch of his body; he was the one in control, but you always knew how to make him shiver.
Starting at the very base of his shaft and licking all the way up, you didn’t hesitate to take your time with him, the pure enjoyment of providing him with pleasure the motivation behind your performance. Once you made it to the top, you encircled his head with your tongue over and over, making him fling his head back.
After he recovered from your teasing, he decided to take matters into his own hands by grabbing the base of your scalp, urging your throat to engulf his entire length. “Take me like the little slut you are” he whispered dominantly, the hand on the back of your head guiding you up and down periodically, the other placed behind him for support.
When you had reached the very bottom of his shaft, the tip of his dick most definitely touching your tonsils, he pushed you down even further, urging you to choke on him. “Look at me. I want to see how beautiful you look taking all of me in your mouth” he commanded. You peered up at him through your eyelashes, and he couldn’t help but smirk, a smile fighting through the corners of his lips begging to be unleashed.
He looooved to see you take him, and once you had made eye contact as you were told, he was practically using every fibre of his being to prevent himself from sending his load down your throat. The heavenly combination of your gurgling noises as you choked on him with teary eyes caused him to release his hand from your head.
You suctioned his dick as you sucked up his shaft, letting go of him with a pop. A string of saliva connected your lips to his length, and he wanted to capture this moment for the rest of eternity.
You giggled as you observed the look on his face, and it only encouraged you to continue. However, as you were about to get back to pleasuring him, he stopped you by grabbing his dick before you could.
“Nuh-uh. Strip.” He ordered.
This time, you didn’t hesitate to obey his command, your clothes making you feel trapped. You always felt completely comfortable with and around Kelly, and it translated to the bedroom when you were in a naked, vulnerable state.
Grateful that you had showered at the end of shift, you started with your grey squad 3 t-shirt, crossing your arms to grab the bottom of either side of it. Peeling it over your head, you tossed it aside, revealing the grey Calvin Klein sports bra confining your chest.
You removed your leggings, and noticed that you happened to be wearing the matching underwear of the set.
Kelly didn’t take his eyes off of you as you undressed below him, and knowing he was watching your every move as you exposed more and more of yourself made your cheeks turn a crimson red.
You stopped when you were in solely your bra and underwear, expecting him to give you your next command, but he seemed annoyed rather than satisfied.
“I said strip, didn’t I?” he spat through gritted teeth, expecting you to be fully naked for him and wondering how you didn’t catch that the first time he asked you.
You were starting to get into your head, feeling vulnerable about the thought of being completely naked in front of him while he was fully clothed. However, you knew what you had suggested to him in exchange for his scolding to come to an end, and you wanted to follow through.
Turning your mind off, you immediately began removing your undergarments, your horniness beginning to overpower any insecurities you could’ve had about being bare.
As soon as you were fully exposed, you looked up at Kelly as if to tell him you were ready for what was next. His cock jolted, hardening as he looked you up and down, running his tongue along his lips without even realizing.
“C’mere” he muttered, patting the spot next to him. You stood up and you could just feel the wetness between your legs, knowing your slick was about to start dripping down.
Being at times uncomfortable with the amount of lubrication your vagina produced, Kelly always assured you that seeing you so wet filled him with the biggest sense of pride. Knowing he could physiologically alter the state of your body in a way that essentially prepared you to take him made him lose it.
You sat next to him and he once again grabbed your face, kissing you with such passion and force that he was smushing your cheeks together. You kissed him back with the same energy he was giving you; it was as if the rougher you moved your lips against one another, the more pent up sexual energy would be released.
One of his rough, calloused hands reached up to fondle one of your nipples. He rubbed the sensitive and aching bud between the pads of his index finger and thumb, knowing it would turn you on even more than you thought possible.
“Kel… fuck!” You threw your hand back as he began to leave sloppy, wet kisses down the side of your neck, and eventually on the base of your throat. Once his lips reached your collarbone, he found a spot to mark as his and began sucking on the thin skin.
At this point, both of his hands were fondling your breasts, kneading and rubbing them as if he had never touched boobs in his life.
He abruptly stopped sucking - a hickey in it’s very early stages appearing where his lips had been - and stood up.
You looked at him with confusion, a faint red ring starting to form around your lips from his beard brushing against your skin.
Standing at the side of the bed, approximately where you had been a couple minutes prior sucking him off, he ordered you to hang your head off of the bed, and you knew what was coming.
Kelly knew that this was one of your favourite ways to give head; the way it was easier to take him down your throat, the way you - or Kelly - could easily reach between your legs, the way the blood rushed to the top of your head; it was vulnerable, hot, and a perfect way to submit to him.
You spun around quickly and lowered your back onto the bed, shimmying until your shoulders were at the end of the mattress, and you slowly lowered your head back.
Your head was upside down, face to face with Kelly’s cock, and you couldn’t be more excited. He grabbed himself in his hand, and tapped his dick against your lips.
“Open.” And that you did. Your mouth opened to take him, and he slowly entered into you, allowing you to adjust. He didn’t go completely in, but he thrusted at a slow pace into your mouth.
Sure, he was in heaven; there was no doubt about that. But you, on the other hand, were in complete submission and sheer bliss as you engulfed his length. You knew that at this point, there would be a complete puddle beneath your heat by the time you were done, the oral you were giving him in this particular position turning you on indefinitely.
He began to pick up the pace, and you knew he was going to throat-fuck you soon, but he suddenly stopped, half of his dick still in your mouth.
“Spread those legs for me. I want you to touch yourself while I throat-fuck you.” It was as if he would never ask. You widened your hips, spreading your legs with your knees pointed up.
Reaching down you began to play with your pulsating clit, the excessive slick of your heat aiding in your masturbation, and Kelly continued sliding in and out of your mouth.
Finally being able to touch yourself practically had you on the verge of an orgasm, but you knew that when you were the submissive and Kelly was the dominant, he was the one who told you when to release.
He was moving in and out of your mouth much faster than before, and he decided that now was as good a time as any to grab both of your nipples with his fingers and pinch them. The combination of you playing with yourself, him entering your mouth at this angle, and him toying with your extremely sensitive nipples was a recipe for an orgasm, and he knew that.
So, he took himself out of your mouth quickly, a glob of spit connected his cock to your lips as he pulled out completely.
He walked away, spit trickling down the sides of your face. You knew you were most definitely sporting the raccoon look, remnants of your smeared mascara on your upper and lower lash line, but you also knew it was a sexy sight for Kelly to see. You looked ravaged, and knew that once he began to throat-fuck you, the mascara residue would be running down your face along with your tears of pleasure.
You knew better than to move from your fixed position without his permission, so you remained still, awaiting his return.
He came back, lowering himself into your mouth once again. When you heard a click and a buzz that followed, your eyes widened, and you withered beneath him.
It’s not that you didn’t want him to use the vibrator - you most definitely did. It was more the fact that you probably wouldn’t be able to last more than 30 seconds without violently cumming.
He touched the wand to your clit, and as he tapped your mouth with his cock again, you knew he was signalling for you to take him.
The vibrator hadn’t even been on you for 10 seconds and you were already squirming. “Colour?” He asked, removing the vibrator from between you and pulling out of your mouth at the same time. He always made sure to check on you as things began to intensify.
“Green” you breathed out eagerly, wanting him to continue what he was doing.
You used the basic traffic light system whenever you experimented in the bedroom, the both of you making consent the forefront of your sexual encounters. Green means you’re doing okay and are enjoying yourself, yellow means slow down or modify an action, and red was the danger zone, indicating a complete stop was needed.
“I’m going to throat fuck you now” he stated once he had received the all-clear from you.
Before he could even ask you to open for him, you were waiting with your mouth wide open, ready to take his length.
He put the vibrator back on your clit, and began fucking your mouth at a medium pace. The vibrator was operating at it’s lowest setting, but you were shaking like a leaf.
The tip of his dick was so far into your mouth, you wondered how he could go down any more. Once he did, you began to gag, producing an overload of saliva in the process; the sounds you were making music to his ears.
“Fuckkkk” Kelly moaned out, seeing the - stubborn - woman he was in love with sprawled out, legs spread open and head tilted back, taking him like such a good girl.
Usually, he would shower you with praise when your sexual activities erred towards the rougher side, but with the sheer stress and terror you put him under earlier, he was merely focused on having his way with you.
Once your legs began to shake profusely, he knew you were close which triggered him to remove the toy. This earned a moan of frustration and desperation to escape your mouth; the pleasure you felt was overwhelming, and the edging made you want to combust.
Making you gag on his cock a couple more times, he knew that he also couldn’t postpone his orgasm any longer. He desperately wanted to be inside of you, assuming that by now you’d be gushing for him.
He exited you for the last time, but kept the vibrator on you, wanting to torture you just that bit more. You whined out in pleasure, gurgling in the process given the saliva was dripping out of your mouth.
Shutting the vibrator off, he placed it on your bedside table, unsure about whether or not he’d decide to use it again later. He helped you in sitting up by lifting your shoulders, and you automatically scooted to the top of the bed, centering yourself.
Before he made his way over to you, he reached behind him grabbing the back of his squad 3 t-shirt and lifting it over his head. He revealed his beautifully sculpted chest, a sight you never got tired of seeing.
Finally, he slid his pants off, followed by his tighty whities that made his ass look like a peach. Kneeling onto the bed, he began towards you, the anticipation of the fact that he was finally about to have his way with you nearly killing him.
“How bad do you want this cock inside of your pussy, hm?” Kelly asked, running his thumb through your folds, applying pressure to your clit once he reached the top.
“Very badly” you whined, unable to sit still. Your eyes kept shifting between his, and his cock. His shaft was glistening, and his tip was so profound it looked like he was going to burst any second.
“Very badly what? What do you know to call me?” He gave you a questioning look as he ran his dick across your folds.
“Very badly, daddy. I want your cock inside my pussy very badly” you said, once again in a whiny tone as you peered up at him with glossy eyes.
You don’t know what had gotten into you, why you had the desire for sex more strongly than a drunk frat boy. But what you did know was that if he wasn’t fucking you within the next minute, you would probably disintegrate.
“Spread those legs for me” he commanded, and you did as you were told. Both of you were completely revealed for the other, a level of intimacy achieved that you never thought possible.
Kelly tapped his heavy cock against your folds before gathering your wetness with his head. With one hand on the headboard for support, he used his other hand to guide himself into you.
The feeling of him slowly sinking into you - stretching you out in the process - was well worth the foreplay you had just done. It was as if the buildup made the moment your bodies connected that much more pleasure-filled.
Once he was completely submerged within you, he looked up at you for reassurance and you nodded your head extremely quickly. You usually needed some time to adjust to his size, but you were so ready for him both mentally and physically that you didn’t need the warm-up.
Both of his arms propped his body up, each one planted on either side of your head as he slowly thrust in and out of you. You spread your legs even further as you took him, reviling in the immense euphoria you felt from him fully filling you.
The speed at which he rocked into you quickly hastened as he saw how much enjoyment you were experiencing. Your head was bobbling around as your eyes rolled back in pleasure and multiple gasps escaped from between your lips.
He roughly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. “I want you to look at me while I fuck you. You hear me?” Without breaking his pace, he asked if you understood what he was asking of you, and you nodded hastily in agreement.
“Yes, yes” you gushed, doing everything in your power to once again prevent your orgasm from erupting early.
His hand quickly grasped the sides of your throat, the lack of oxygen causing a sudden dizzy feeling that sent you even further into sub-space.
“Yes, what?” As he asked you, he released the grip on the sides of your throat to readjust, and once again squeezed, practically urging you to answer him.
“Yes, lieutenant.” He nearly came immediately inside of you at the sound of you sultrily stating his rank. But he wanted you to come first, not because you deserved to on this particular day, but for something else he had planned.
He quickly slipped out of you, releasing the grip he had on your throat which caused you to look at him in confusion.
He grabbed one of the pillows on your bed and lifted your hips, sliding it beneath you to gain leverage. He then reached for the vibrator, your eyes widening as you watched his every move.
“What colour?” He asked the question as if he were asking you what you wanted for dinner; the ease of his tone made you want to giggle.
“Green” you responded, without even thinking about your answer; you were beyond ready.
As soon as he got the all clear, he sank right back into your warm, wet heat, slowly regaining the fast pace he was fucking you at before he last pulled out.
He clicked the wand on and lowered it onto your clit, the dual-pleasure you received as he crashed his cock repeatedly into your g-spot while vibing you to the high heavens caused you to yelp. You were practically smelling colours, your senses overloaded in the best way possible.
Nothing but pure frustration was fuelling Kelly as he drilled into you; he wanted to fuck the stubbornness right out of you for scaring him the way you did on shift, and your refusal to see that your actions were reckless heightened his anger even more.
“Fuck, fuck!!!” Your face scrunched together as you tried to fight off the early stages of your orgasm. Kelly could feel you pulsing around him, knowing you had to be close.
“I want to cum, daddy, please, can I come? Fuck!!!” Keeping still inside you, he took the wand off of your clit to turn up the level of vibration, and then returned it back on your swollen bulb.
Pummelling into you with strokes so deep he must’ve been scraping your cervix, he commanded “cum for me, slut.” As soon as the words escaped his mouth you completely unravelled, the orgasm you had put off for what felt like an eternity suffocated your entire body in pure bliss.
You were shocked he had let you come first… you thought this was supposed to be your punishment for disobeying his orders, and you didn’t think being the first one to orgasm was on his list of ways to teach you a lesson.
But you had no idea what Kelly had planned until he was flipping you over onto your hands and knees, only to immediately thrust right back into you.
Your entire body jolted as he did so, given you were still recovering from your orgasm; you were so extremely sensitive, goosebumps appearing on every inch of your skin.
“I’m going to make sure you never disobey my orders again” he stated matter o’factly, absolutely ravaging your pussy. Holding onto your hips for support, the pads of each one of his fingers dug so deeply into your skin you knew he was causing bruises to form.
“Fuckkkk” you let out, your voice faltering in the same fashion as his thrusts. You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut and keep your head down, attempting to ride out the overstimulation as he pounded out his emotions into you.
Without disconnecting your bodies from one another, he reached over on the bed to grab the belt you had removed from him earlier. He looped it underneath you, pulling up tightly as he snaked it around your hips. The cold leather made you shiver once again, a sensation that took your mind away from the second orgasm coiling in your tummy.
The belt allowed him to drill into you with an added force, and with his free hand he grabbed a fistful of your hair, bringing you closer to him.
Lowering his mouth down to your ear, he uttered “don’t you dare disobey my orders at work ever again. Do you understand me?!” The way his hot breath fluttered into your ear canal made you feel completely and utterly his, and you’re pretty sure that’s the effect he was going for.
“Yes, yes sir, I understand” you quickly responded, continuing to let him take you relentlessly. He let go of your hair and reached around you, grasping onto one of your tits. A pinch of your nipple sent what felt like a wave of electricity shooting through your entire body.
“God, you’re so fucking hot. You take my cock so well, huh?” He gave in and showered you with praise - though it was minimal - after you were being so good for him.
“Yes daddy, I take your cock so well. No one can fuck me like you can” you gushed in response. Your’s and Kelly’s sex life was always off the charts, but you believe this was the most mind-blowing sex you’ve ever had together.
You could tell he was close by the way he was losing his momentum, but he mustered up some strength to take himself across the finish line, hoping you would be right there with him for your second orgasm.
He released the belt from beneath you, tossing it to his side in order for him to reach around for your clit.
“‘M gonna cum. Fuck!” Kelly moaned out. “Cum with me darling. C’mon, you can do it” he encouraged, pushing your body to the brink.
“Fuck” he groaned out. As soon as you felt his hot liquid start to coat your walls, the coil forming your orgasm ruptured like the snapping of an elastic. “Oh my god” you gasped, feeling liquid rush down your legs.
Kelly looked down at where the two of you connected, and all he saw was a clear liquid begin to seep through the sheets.
“Did you just…” you were zoned out to the max, so clouded with intense sensation you could barely even hear him.
“What?” you whispered, turning around to look at him. When you saw he was staring beneath the both of you, you looked where he was and noticed the puddle you were hovering above.
“Oh my god. I think I just squirted” you gasped, nearly giggling. You had never done so before, and you were almost proud of yourself.
“That’s so fucking hot” Kelly whispered, slowly unsheathing his cock from your pussy. You flipped yourself over onto your back, letting out a breath from the exertion you had just been through before collapsing.
“I’ve never done that before. I honestly didn’t think I could” you admitted as he laid down next to you, propping his head up with his elbow. “Are you serious?” Looking at you like you had five heads, he scanned your face for any hint that you might be lying.
“You just fucked me into the abyss, Kel, yes I’m serious. That was so fucking hot” you breathed out, still attempting to catch your breath.
As silence filled the room for a second, the both of you entering recovery mode, you decided that now would be as good a time as any to apologize.
“I’m sorry, Kel. I didn’t mean to go against a direct order, and I sure as hell didn’t mean to scare you… I know that it’s not just myself I put at risk when I act on impulse, it’s the entire house, and if something happened to one of them because of me, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself” I admitted.
Kelly nodded as you explained yourself. “I really don’t want our relationship to get in the way of our jobs. Just know that if anyone else had pulled the shit you did I would be just as angry with ‘em.”
You nodded in understanding. You knew he was just trying to do his job, and it most definitely made his leadership abilities look questionable when you went against him.
“Understood lieutenant” you said with a wink and a smile, earning a chuckle from him in response.
“Was I too rough with you? You know you can always communicate with me if you need to, no matter how deep in the moment we are” he scanned your face as he asked his question with sincere concern.
“No, no, Kel. It was great. I would’ve spoken up if I couldn’t handle it. You always take such good care of me.” Staring up into his eyes with admiration, you were wondering to yourself how you go so lucky to end up with a man like him.
He caressed your cheek with the pad of his thumb before planting a kiss on your lips.
“I’m gonna go start a bath for you, m’kay? You relax” he stood up, leaning over to kiss you on the forehead before walking to your en-suite.
“Hey, Kel?” He turned around. “Yeah?” He asked curiously.
“If you fuck like that every time you’re angry, expect me to rile you up way more often from here on out” you giggled.
“Fuck off” he smirked, grabbing a pillow from the end of the bed and tossing it at you playfully. As he turned around continuing his walk to the bathroom he muttered “I don’t have to be angry to fuck you like that. Just say the word princess.”
EEEEEEEP I hope that was okay!!!!! This is my first time writing smut so PLEASE take it easy on me. This idea was brewing for a while and I feel as though I executed it poorly so please give me feedback- I’m more than willing to made edits! Let me know what y’all think and enjoy your St. Patty’s weekend!!!!!!
Also, if you’re waiting for me to write your request, your patience is beyond appreciated. I’ve been struggling tremendously with my mental health, and although that is not an excuse, I just wanted to provide a reason for the delay. Thank you!!!!🤍
Hi ☺️ could you write where reader is Severides roommate/best friend and fellow squad member and she has a nightmare and screams his name in her sleep so he bursts into her room to hold her and calm her down. Just fluffy/protective Sev vibes 💕
Close Call (Kelly Severide x Reader)
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Synopsis: You almost lose Kelly on a call one day, and it's all you can think about, so much that you have a night terror.
Warnings: Mentions of loss, swearing, shitty writing. (Let me know if I missed anything!)
Word Count: 1.9k
“If I’m on fire, you’ll be made of ashes too.”
“You okay?” You jumped out of your thoughts at the sound of Kelly’s voice. Removing your head from the palm of your hands, you turned your head to the side to look at him. “Yeah, I’m good” you said standing up, continuing to grab your belongings from your locker. “You?” you asked him curiously without looking at him, trying to brush off his concern and appear as unbothered as possible.
Things got serious on a call today. Being on squad for the past couple years has most obviously exposed you to some traumatic situations, but they usually didn’t involve one of your co-workers- this co-worker being your lieutenant, roommate, and the man you’ve grown to love. “Sore, but good” he responded.
“For the brush with death you had, I’m surprised you’re in one piece. Thought I was going to have to post a ‘roommate needed!’ flyer around the firehouse” you joked, as you sat down to tie your boots. The only way you knew how to cope with the fact that you almost lost the man you haven’t confessed your love for yet was through horrible ‘comedic’ small talk.
Severide chuckled in response, watching your every move as he waited patiently for you. “Will cleared me at med, I’m good” he assured you. “You told me you were ‘good’ today when you had an entire chimney crushing you. Just another day at the office though, eh?” you stood up and looked up at him with playful, annoyed eyes; this type of exchange was regular for you both. “You got it” he smiled back, putting an arm around you as he guided you out of the locker-room.
The drive back to your shared apartment was quiet. You and Severide were not ones to share your feelings with each other- you were merely friends; roommates; co-workers. You both had your own mental problems but being on squad definitely added to the pre-existing trauma-pile. You shared many similarities with Kelly – familial trauma, not telling anyone anything, being hard-headed – and this made it easier to keep your relationship on a platonic level. Only opposites attract, right?
“What’s going on in that big brain of yours” Severide asked, earning a laugh from you in response. He had one hand on the steering wheel, the other on his gear shift. He looked over at you, scanning your face as if the answer was hidden somewhere on your complexion. “Nothing, Kel. Promise. Just a long day” you shot him a smile, as you once again pretended that you weren’t riddled with anxiety.
Playing repeatedly in your head were the events that had occurred just a few hours prior. You were pacing outside the burning house, resisting the urge to run back in and mentally preparing yourself for the possibility of losing another member of firehouse 51 (and coincidentally, another best friend) in the line of duty. You were attempting to envision a life without Kelly, and you just couldn’t. You had already written him into the rest of your life, he just didn’t know it.
First Hermann and Ritter ran out, then Cruz and Tony- with missing equipment. “Tony, where is your mask?!” the chief asked him in shock. Tony’s hands were on his knees as he attempted to cough out the soot in his lungs. “Kelly… he ran… out of air” he spat out in between. The chief clenched his jaw in anxiety, the expression of severe concerned plastered across his face. Seeing your chief unable to keep his cool always sent you into an internal spiral.
You whipped your entire body and started walking towards him. “Chief, please let me go in there, I don’t weigh as much, and I can help them” you walked towards him and begged; you felt useless. You would loathe yourself for the rest of eternity if you could’ve done something to save Kelly’s life and you didn’t. “I’m not risking another life, Y/L/N” Boden sternly said, with a hint of disappointment knowing there was nothing anyone could do but wait.
Before you were able to plead with him once again, an explosion had occurred, the sound and vibration echoing in your chest and bouncing off every wall inside of you. You wanted to scream in horror, knowing your best-friend’s last moments could very well be taking place in this burning house, but you were unable to produce any sound. Your eyes were locked on the front door in anticipation, and you could barely believe it when you saw Casey and Cruz emerge with him.
Running towards Kelly and engulfing him, you felt like you were dreaming; you thought he was dead. “Fuck, Kel. You scared me” you muttered into his shoulder, relief washing away your anxiety. Kelly had been in many dangerous situations before, but even he thought he wasn’t going to make it this time.
You snapped out of it once you heard his voice. “I can read you like a book. Why don’t you just talk to me?” Says him. “You… read books?” you put a hand up to your mouth for theatrics, asking him with exaggerated sarcasm which caused him to roll his eyes.
“Okay, keep joking around, Y/L/N” he chuckled to himself, knowing you weren’t going to crack anytime soon. He wishes you would just open up to him, but he knew it went both ways. “I think everyone’s going to Molly’s tonight, you want to go?” he asked you as he pulled into his parking spot. “I’ll see how I feel after we order some takeout” you winked, heading upstairs.
You and Kelly ordered some Chinese food, deciding to sit on the couch and watch the Bear’s game. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you attempted to slurp your noodles, which resulted in soy sauce splattering all over your face. He chuckled, and grabbed a napkin, dabbing the corners of your mouth. “You’re a mess, Y/L/N” he said, staring at you in admiration. “Hey, you knew what you were getting yourself into before we became roommates” you shrugged, watching him walk to the front door.
“I’m gonna head out to Molly’s, you comin’?” he said as he put on his leather jacket. If you were to be tempted with alcohol, the night would end with you in the back of an ambulance (and not ambulance 61). “Nah, I’ll pass. I’m tired” you spoke as honestly as you could get across. You did want to see your 51 family- they always cheered you up. But tonight, you knew you needed some self-care (if you count contemplating your entire existence as a self-care activity).
Kelly nodded his head, signalling that he understood. “Have a good night though, Kel. Be safe” you shot him a smile, and he saluted you on his way out. “Always, Y/N.”
It was 1:00am, and you were wondering what you did to deserve the tossing and turning you’ve been enduring for the past 2 hours. Perhaps all the melatonin had seeped out of your body being replaced by stress in the form of adrenaline. You kept replaying Kelly’s close call from that afternoon in your mind, a variation of ‘What If’s’ being overthought.
Kelly was your rock. You’d never admit that – especially not to him – but it was true. You were strong, independent, brave, and a plethora of other qualities that make up a badass female firefighter, but even resilient people need to be held sometimes.
By the time you had finally fallen asleep, your brain had decided to concoct a very vicious recall of events in the form of a vivid nightmare. Everything went exactly as it had in real life, except Kelly didn’t survive. He was pulled out by Casey and Cruz, and Capp, Tony, Hermann, and Ritter helped place him on a stretcher.
“Oh my… Kel??? Kelly. Wake up. Please, you have to wake up!” The chief was attempting to hold you back, but you broke out of his grasp in desperation. You vowed to stay right by his side as Brett and Foster went to work, but it was too late. And all you could do was let out an earth-shattering scream. “Kel… Kelly… WAKE UP!!!”
The sound of footsteps sounded into your room. “Hey, hey, Y/N. I’m right here. Hey, you’re okay” he cooed. You jostled awake and couldn’t distinguish reality from your nightmare- there was no way Kelly was right next to you, touching you, holding you; alive and well. “Wh- What? Kel?” You squinted and touched his arm, attempting to verify his liveliness. “It’s me, you had a bad dream. Everything’s okay” he assured.
Using the back of your hand to wipe off the layer of sweat that formed on your forehead, you looked down and realized you drenched the sheets with sweat.
You looked back at him, trying to convince yourself that he’s not just a figment of your imagination, but a real person. The second you saw his eyes glimmer in concern, you began to bawl, holding onto him with all your might. “I know… I know. Let it out. Everything’s okay. You’re safe.” Your head was nestled into his bare chest, and you knew you’d get tears and slobber all over him, but you figured you couldn’t embarrass yourself any more than you already have. His arm was around your shoulder, engulfing your entire body; no one’s ever held you with such fortitude.
After a 5-minute sob session, you reached over to grab a Kleenex from your bedside table. “I’m sorry I woke you up,” you sniffled, avoiding eye contact. The strong fort you put up had been knocked down by your own brain; you felt betrayed. “You don’t have to put on a façade, Y/N. Especially not around me. You don’t always have to be the strong one” he advised. “Kel- I’m” “That’s exactly what I’m talking about, Y/N. You’re not okay” he responded, grabbing your chin with his index finger so you’d look at him. “Let me help you” he nearly begged; he just wanted to see you happy.
Your lip began to quiver, and you felt tears reach the brim of your eyes once again as you quietly said, “I lost you, Kel. It felt so real.” You shuddered in horror, recalling what you just dreamt. He didn’t want to pry too much so he took what you said as a start. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” You nodded slowly, feeling like a helpless child.
The motion of him rubbing his large, calloused hands up and down your back restored your inner peace, and you felt the safest you had ever felt under his touch. Your eyelids grew heavy, a headache from your crying session already starting to develop. You began to drift off; with his arms around you, you felt like everything was okay, and that all that mattered was the present- you and Kelly together.
He wrapped his arms around you, keeping you in his hold and kissing the top of your head. He muttered an ‘I love you’, but little did he know you heard all 3 words; you were safe here.
Y'all... it's been too long. I'm truly sorry. School is killing me, and September was going well until I got into a car accident, and I've been playing catch up ever since. Just an extremely stressful time right now, so I'm very sorry- if you're waiting for me to write your request, I appreciate your patience! I really want this to be a fun thing for me rather than a chore, but with school, unfortunately I have 0 time for hobbies. But I am going to try. I hope this imagine was bearable- please comment any feedback/ what you thought! PS this is based on the episode where the chimney falls on Kelly in season 7.
