#severide x reader

Jay took it slow as they drove around, listening the y/n as she leaned against the back seat, her eyes closed as she gave directions. Antonio sighed, grumbling as they came to a stop in front of an apartment building. Jay gave him a look as he opened the door to y/n, allowing her to stand still before walking to the entrance of what looked like an abandoned building. Jay grimaced as he looked around at the walls, following y/n as she muttered under her breath. He nearly bumped into her when she came to a stop.

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader

Warning: none

A/N: English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes. I hope you have a nice day/night and enjoy this! 💕

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It felt a little strange. You couldn't remember when was the last time you had seen him or even heard someone mention his name. Yet he was here, face to face with you, after all those years.

"What are you doing here?" Severide asked. His voice brought you back to the present. By the look on his face, you could tell he was surprised. If it was a good surprise or a bad one, you couldn't tell. He’s always been really good at hiding his feelings. "I thought you had moved to Florida." 

"I-I did." You smiled, nodding your head. "Couldn't get used to the weather, though." You confessed, earning a short laugh from the firefighter. You stared at him for a few seconds, lost in your thoughts, not knowing what to say next.

“So,” Severide tilted his head to the side. “What brings you back to Chicago?”. He curiously asked. “Don’t tell me it’s because of the weather.”

You laughed, then flashed a weak smile, looking at the paperwork in your hands. “Work, actually. A new school just opened up and they got in touch with me. Apparently they heard about the work I was doing down in Florida and wanted me to be part of their team.”

“That’s great.” Severide smiled. “I’m sure you're the best person for the job. You never loved anything more than teaching.”

The way he said it made your chest hurt. Your smile instantly faded away. “Kelly…” You took a step closer, trying to keep the conversation private. “Don’t do this. You know I loved you. Right?” You gently squeezed his arm.

“I know that.” He nodded, looking away before meeting your eyes again. "I know you loved me. I just don’t understand why you didn’t love me enough to stay."

The words caught you off guard. Before you could say anything back, he softly touched your hand on his arm and wished you goodbye.

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Kelly Severide- Baker

All my life I have been baking. I learn from my nan who used to look after me during school holidays while my parents had to work. My mom is a nurse and my dad is a police officer. This means I was very close to my nan until she passed away. I then decided to go to university to complete a course in hospitality and catering, then I progressed to a certificate in baking. Then finally I managed to buy property to have my own bakery, named after my nan.

At the end of the day I often have left over cakes, pastries, bread and other sweet treats. So instead of throwing them away I may give them to the homeless or anyone else who may be in need of a pick me up. But I alway make sure that there are some left over for firehouse 51, which is where my boyfriend Kelly Severide works.

With Chicago Fire?❤️

The silence of the derelict building had since been broken only by the moving of burnt furniture and blackened bits of ceiling as you cautiously picked your way through what had been the kitchen before five hours ago.

You bent over your target in the middle of the room and silence reigned once more. Then, naturally:

“Y/N? That you?” 

Your refusal to turn at your brother’s voice—though you were so engrossed in whatever you were doing that it was possible you hadn’t even heard him—prompted both Matt and Kelly to exchange looks of confusion and slight concern. It wasn’t often they found Casey Jr. in beaten down houses, despite their job.

Glancing around the room, mentally mapping the likelihood of it caving in around them, Kelly took a few steps forward, Matt following behind. “Y/N, what’re you doing here?” he asked gently, though urgency reared its head all the same. “It isn’t safe.”

It was then that you stood, your mind set. “It’s arson.”

The men stopped. Casey dipped his head a little, an eyebrow raising. “What?”

You turned. The resolution was clear on your face, a determination to get your point, whatever it was, across. “It was arson,” you repeated.

There was a moment of processing. You were a young woman now, accepted into the fire academy and due to start your training as soon as your college exams were done, but you had been part of the firehouse and the institution as a whole your entire life. You’d grown up with Matt as your guardian and the members of 51 your multiple aunts and uncles. If anyone was going to have mountains of fire knowledge, it was the girl who’d been raised by firemen.

Though, if your words were anything to go by, it seemed your few visits to OFI headquarters with Kelly over the years had rubbed off on you the most.

The potential seriousness of the situation setting in, Kelly hurried his steps. “Show us,” he said.

You immediately knelt to the ground, resuming your previous position as Kelly shone his torch where you were pointing. You stretched your hand out and waved it over the ground. “Here. It looks like someone was trying to rub the trail from the ground but it’s obviously still there. It’s—looks like accelerant.” You pointed at a bar stool, its three remaining legs deformed and black. “That was pretty conveniently placed on top of it, too.” You shook your head and bit the inside of your cheek, staring at the dim line leading from the middle of the room towards the stove by the wall. You knew what you were seeing. It all added up.

Matt leant forward to peer closer, brows furrowing in concentration. “She’s not wrong,” he said eventually, brushing flakes of ash away from the trail to see the small grooves in the floorboards, careful not to ruin potential evidence. “See here...these scratch marks look purposeful. A nail?” 

Kelly shook his head. “Could be anything.”

“Not much else to think otherwise.” Matt fixed his eyes back on you. “What else you got?”

You rose your fist to your mouth, your confidence momentarily slacking. “Just hunches,” you admitted, “but you’ve always taught me to trust those.” You sat back and glanced between the two. “The family said they didn’t know what happened, right? The wife was cooking, left it for a moment, and it just caught fire.”

“That’s what he said,” Casey said, referring to the husband.

“He. Right. He was wearing gloves when you brought him out. I saw. He wouldn’t take them off and he wouldn’t let the meds take them off. Said it was cold and he was fine, they should be paying more attention to his wife.” 51 had found over the years there were multiple benefits to your placement as Boden’s shadow. You saw things others didn’t; that was your job, after all. Stand back and observe. Watch how they worked. Learn from the best, so when the Academy finally called you up, you’d be the best.

The earlier fire hadn’t been overtly suspicious at all. Apart from the gloves, and the way the man had reacted, everything was pure gut feeling. The house hadn’t been far from the station so you’d walked there the moment you could, eager to quench the inkling that something wasn’t right. It’d often been joked at that you were a Severide clone, not just in your mannerisms, which was no surprise considering the lieutenant’s influential hand in raising you, but also your affinity for fire investigation. It certainly wasn’t the first time you’d aided the OFI, and it would undoubtedly not be your last.

Kelly stood to his feet and shone the torch throughout the rest of the room. “He was wearing gloves at the hospital,” he said.

“You saw him at the hospital?” you asked.

Matt rubbed his palm across his forehead and leant his arms on his knees. “We went to check on the wife. That’s why we’re here. To find some family photograph the guy ran back inside to find after overhaul. Don’t even know how he got there, honestly.” He hummed absently and gazed back at the trail. “I guess he could have come back to rub the trail out. Used the photograph as a ruse.”

Kelly turned back with a frown. “He did make a lot of effort telling us not to go outta our way to get it for him.”

“The gloves, Y/N,” Matt said. “You think his hands are burnt?”

“I do. I think he, or someone, set that fire.”

There was a bleak quietude for a moment, the eeriness of the wind passing through the open door and across the burnt ground the only noise to interrupt it. Kelly eventually heaved a sigh and pulled his beanie down over his ears.

“Alright,” he said, “let’s head back to OFI now, give them your findings. Try and open a case.” As you stood up, he put a hand on your shoulder, a knowing smile spreading across his lips. “This is good, you know. Really good.”

“Yeah.” Matt finished taking photos of the little evidence you had found before he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you against his side. “We’ll make a firefighter outta you yet.”

You smiled. “I learnt from the best.”

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader

Requested: yes and yes, by anon

Summary: While on the way to meet Kelly, Y/N gets into an accident.

Word Count: 1,554

Warnings: car accident, canon-typical mention of injuries

A/N: I've had this for a while but I've been feeling pretty meh about what I've been writing for a bit (which explains the drought) but I figured I should just... post this, so here it is! I combined two requests, so you know the old line - don't kill me if this sucks haha

KELLY SEVERIDE MASTERLIST

You smiled as you looked across the road at the towering firehouse. Kelly had called you just a little earlier to see if you wanted to drop by for lunch since it had been a slow day and Matt was making meat loaf. To which, you had of course happily agreed, telling him you’d be there soon.

You didn’t have a problem with Kelly doing shift work, but having the opportunity to see him when he was on a shift and where no one was in imminent danger was always a bonus. It wasn’t your first visit to the firehouse, but you just rather they extended it instead of you dropping in unannounced.

You’d barely stepped off the sidewalk when you heard the sound of screeching tires, a car hurtling towards you.

"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.

Paring: Kelly Severide x Female Reader

Summary: Kelly Severide was still looking for Mrs. Right. He already had many girlfriends. In the last few years they have come and gone. They were all somehow the same, great appearance but little substance. Deep down, he actually longed to finally find a woman to settle down with.

But he hadn't met the one ... until today.

You are the youngest child in an Irish immigrant family. Actually, you are absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. Not like your friend Susan, who looked like she was supposed to be on the cover of the Vouge.

Never before had a man shown more interest in you than friendship. Well except for once, but that was so long ago that you didn't even know if it had really happened. But that all changed when Susan took you to a bar one night, a bar called Molly's.

On this evening the course should be set for a whole drama.

Love, lust, jealousy, even murder.

Just one evening in a bar ... and your life was like a Shakespeare play.

Warnings: mentions of fire, accidents, blood and injuries, death, intrigue, smoking, alcohol, smut

A/N: This is my second fic and series here on Tumbler. I hope you enjoy this series. English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Chapter one: An evening in Molly’s bar

Chapter two: One of them

Chapter three: Running with the prospect of something new

Chapter four: Friend or foe?

Chapter five: Family always sticks together

Chapter six: Susans intrigue

Chapter seven: Meetings

Chapter eight: You can't choose your family

Chapter nine: Welcome in the family ... or not?

Chapter ten: Cold as a dog's snout

Chapter eleven: Who sows the wind …

Chapter twelve: … shall reap the whirlwind

Chapter thirteen: Silence after the storm

chapter fourteen: A part of you

chapter fifteen: Family needs to be protected

REQUESTED -  Hi there, can I request a Kelly Severide imagine with them going on a furlough together and driving up to the cabin. Thanks xx

Kelly Severide x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: After both being furloughed, Kelly decides it would be a good idea for the two of you to move in together and stay at his cabin. 

(GIF’s not mine)

“Here we are.” Kelly opens the door to his cabin with a huge smile on his face.

“Wow, it’s gorgeous.” I gasp as I take in the decor.

“Are you excited to live together now?” He asks.

“Very.” I nod pulling my suitcase through, leaving it just inside the door.

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Kelly was stood in the open plan kitchen which had a view of the living room.

“You comfortable?” He jokes, stirring the food again.

“Very.” I nod taking a sip of my glass of wine as I sat on the sofa watching him.

“Is there enough wood on the fire?” He asks stepping through for a second.

“It should be fine.” I nod as I watch the last log practically burning out.

“I’ll put more on.” He shakes his head grabbing a log throwing it onto the fire before using the poker to push it in properly.

“You’re gonna run out.” I tell him.

“You really haven’t lived the cabin life have you?” He smirks before walking back into the kitchen, washing his hands before stirring the food once more.

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“Goodmorning.” He smiles brightly the following morning as I walk into the kitchen looking for him.

“Goodmorning.” I smile back, noticing the way his muscles move as he pours a glass of orange juice for me while he’s topless.

“You’ve got a little...” He begins signalling under my lip.

“What?” I ask rubbing it.

“Drool.” He smirks, passing the glass of orange juice closer to me.

“Oh wow.” I laugh.

~

“Kelly.” I call out as I walk around the cabin, searching for him after my shower. I get my clothes on and head outside to find him straight away. Sweat glistening off him as he stood chopping wood.

“Oh, Y/N.” He smiles up at me as I just stare at him.

“Just as I thought you couldn’t get any sexier.” I smirk.

“You’ll see plenty of this while we’re both out of work.” He smiles.