“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 high-school-like crush on Severide in a playful manner.

“Oh just fuck him already, Y/N! 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. You’re a hot piece of ass!” she questioned.

You chuckled at her flirtatious comment. “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??” You questioned, suddenly becoming very invested in the conversation and her response. 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 the key. 

“Oh cmon, Shay!! Help a girl out” you moaned in defeat, knowing that what the 2 roommates discuss is not for you to know. 

Shay was actually the person who got you and Kelly close to begin with. Being that you and her were ambulance partners, you went over to their place a lot, so you see him just as much as you see her (pretty often). 

“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 find out. 

“Oh this conversation isn’t over" you responded, pointing your finger. You weren’t ready to drop the topic anytime soon, but you were back at the firehouse. 

Before you could pester her with more interrogations, you saw a figure as she was pulling into 51.

“Who is that? He’s standing in the middle of the ambulance bay!” Shay exclaimed, confused that her driveway was being blocked. 

You squinted your eyes, confident that they were playing tricks on you based on who you were registering to be there. Once Shay had driven as close as she could without running them over, you knew without a doubt who the person standing before you was.

“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 conversation with your father, and Shay confused as to how she can 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 emotional 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 you a job at his firehouse, but you had always loved Chicago and decided to bite the bullet. It was time for a change. 

“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.” He scratched the back of his neck, a hint of nervousness evident. 

You could hear the sounds of squad and truck rumbling down the street from afar, and you knew that you needed your dad to leave before the entire house got back. 

“Yeah things sure as hell are different, I left before I literally suffocated in that house, and you couldn’t give a rats ass where I ended up. Until apparently today, a random Saturday morning 2 YEARS after I spoke to you last. I want you to leave, NOW. And 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 take quick glances over to you, not wanting to make it obvious that he was eavesdropping. 

“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, people’s attentions were getting grabbed, and heads were turning over to observe the interaction.

“I gave you 1 too many chances, and I’m done. I’m not too sure how you didn’t get the hint that I want nothing to do with you when I moved countries, but I’m now verbally letting you know that this relationship is over.” 

At this point, a few members of 51 had filtered into the lounge, knowing that they probably weren’t meant to hear what was going down. Others took their sweet time getting undressed, most likely because they were trying to keep an eye on you.

Severide continued to tune into the conversation, 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 very secretive, but recognizing what an abusive father is like, he stood near.

“Cmon, Y/N, you’ve always been so damn stubborn. Do you really need to act like this when I’m trying to prove to you 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.

Shay shot Severide a look that read ‘what do we do?’. 

“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 a mix between wanting him to stand up for you, and proving that you can fight your own battles. He stepped closer towards you, and Shay took a couple of steps back, knowing you had even extra protection now. 

“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. “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 possibly 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 your father as if he had no fears in the world, something you wish you could’ve warned him about before doing. You were grateful your dad appeared to be sober, because if he had come inebriated, a brawl would’ve already broke out between them.

“Y/N has been nothing but a talented 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 here- she did that all by herself, no thanks to you. Now get out of my firehouse before the chief gets back and this gets worse for you.” 

You were absolutely blown away by Severide’s words, unaware of his thoughts regarding your time at 51. He managed to respond to your father’s comment in a professional yet serious way, and he did it with ease, appearing completely unbothered with confrontation. He was still face to face with your father, not ready to back down for nothing and no one. 

“Whatever.” Your dad hadn’t let Kelly escape his gaze for even a millisecond. “I came here as part of my 12 steps anyways. 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 seriously only 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 of your father. 

Your arms and legs were still thrashing about, despite your father being away from your grasp. “Come here, get off of him. It’s okay.” Severide tried to console you, but you were absolutely furious. 

“Y/N! Enough, he’s not worth it!!!” You heard Shay shouting from behind you. 

Once Severide knew you were done putting up a fight, he planted you back on the floor. You adjusted the stray hairs that had fallen all over your face and 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 catch your breath, and resisting 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 immediately went into the driver’s seat of the ambulance to fully park it into the bay, as if your father were never here. 

Kelly put his hands on his hips, hanging his head low and then glancing back up towards Shay and Casey, squinting at them. 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 haven’t been confessed. 

“Who was that?” Casey asked, looking between Shay and Severide as if the answer lay between them. Severide gave him a ‘I’ll tell you later look’, motioning towards you with his eyes. 

Once you had parked, you opened the ambulance doors and began doing inventory. This was always how you distracted yourself against your mental struggles; pouring yourself into your job (and vodka into shot glasses). 

Severide knew you were going to say you were fine if he asked - even though you weren’t - so he gave you space. Severide and Casey headed into the firehouse, and Shay joined you in the back. She sat down on the stretcher and looked at you hesitantly. 

“Let’s just get through the rest of this shift, Shay” you looked at her, feeling her eyes burning into you with concern. She nodded in agreement. 

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“Oh myyy- Shay!!!!!! Do you remember that call- that- that” you couldn’t even get the words out, your drunken self barely able to comprehend reality. You completely forgot what you were saying because you were trying very hard to focus on pouring your shot. 

You had went back to Shay and Severide’s place after work, ready to get fucked up and forget about the day’s events.

Once you had finished pouring a - very large - shot, you walked back over to the couch to continue your story. “Kel, you’re going to pee your pants when you hear this.” You looked over at him and he nodded, anticipating your story. What your beer goggles were concealing was the look of concern on his face.

He was leaning back into the couch, one arm around the back of it. His other hand held a bottle of beer, which he had barely taken a sip out of- intentionally staying sober given your altered state. 

Shay got up as soon as you made it to the couch, grabbing the vodka bottle from the counter in an attempt to hide it. Severide saw what she was doing and attempted to distract you. “Okay, tell me this story Y/N” he chuckled, motioning you to sit down and face him. 

“I need more alcohol in order to get this out” you chuckled in response, clinking your shot glass against his very full beer - causing both your drinks to spill - and sending your head flying back to down the Ciroc. Severide rubbed your back when you were done- seeing the look on your face he knew it couldn’t of gone down well.

It’s not that they wanted you to get to these state of drunken toxicity- they didn’t want to send you in spiral by telling you to stop. You were a party girl, but they had never seen you get to this point. 

“Shay! Shay, I’m about to tell the story” you eagerly called her over, your hands signalling that you wanted her to come closer. 

The sudden eager movements you made caused the room to spin, despite you being seated, and you felt a wave of nausea. “You okay?” Shay asked, walking over as you had asked, and immediately noticing the pale look on your face. 

“I’m-” you were interrupted by a burp, and the urge to spill your stomach’s content. “I’m fine- help me tell this story” you giggled, ignoring the sick feeling. If you paid too much attention to it, you knew it would make you feel worse. 

“And what story is that, Y/N” Shay looked over to you, a smile on her face as she brushed a stray hair out of your face. She was worried about her best friend, and she could tell that Severide was too. 

“A coupl- Oh god” You didn’t even hesitate, you just made a run for the closest bathroom, knowing it was inevitable. You made it to Kelly’s en-suite and un-ate the pizza slices you had a few hours before. Kelly immediately ran after you, seeing you crouched next to the toilet bowl. He knelt down to gather your hair in his hands and began to softly rub your back. “It’s okay” he whispered soothly.

Shay was leaning against the door frame of the bathroom with a glass of water. She leaned over and handed it to Kelly, who encouraged you to drink your first non-alcoholic/ caffeinated beverage of the day. “Here love. Drink this.” He held up the cup to your lips, helping your weak body to drink. 

The sudden influx of liquid triggered your stomach to un-eat a second time. Severide was right behind you the entire time, making sure your hair was out of your face. “Can you wet this Shay?” He handed her a face towel from his towel rack, planning to put it on your neck and cool you down. 

Once you were done, you felt absolutely exhausted. You leaned back onto Severide’s chest, your head falling to the side and your eyes closing. He looked at Shay with a look of worry but also relief, knowing that sleeping was a better result than putting yourself at a higher risk for alcohol poisoning.

He picked you up and walked over to his bed, gently placing you in the middle. Grabbing a blanket to drape over you, he made sure you were on your side in case you got sick again. 

Him and Shay both walked out of the bedroom, deciding to let you rest. 

“That was bad, Kelly.” Shay started pacing around, running her hands across her face and through her hair in stress. “I’ve never seen her get like that.” The two friends looked at each other, unaware of how to best support their friend. 

“We have to make sure he never goes near her” Kelly said, looking up at Shay with a look of anger on his face. It was your decision to get that fucked up, but it was ultimately your upbringing and your father’s re-appearance that encouraged the excessive drinking that night. Whoever’s fault, he knew that you would be okay if it weren’t for the guest appearance you had to deal with. 

Shay nodded in agreement. She began to clean up their place, white claws and packs of cigarettes, and rolling papers everywhere. You enjoyed rolling when you were drunk. 

“I’m gonna run by her place, pack her a bag” Severide announced to Shay, who supported the idea.  

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Severide pulled up to your street in his Mustang, reaching for the spare bag he put in his passenger’s seat. He was about to get out until he saw a familiar vehicle he had seen at the firehouse earlier that day- a grey Honda civic. He was almost positive it belonged to your father, because he had watched him leave the firehouse to make sure he had truly left.

He made a phone call. “Hey man.. yeah everything’s okay, I just need you to do me a favour. Can you run this plate? It’s CD 37846.” As soon as Jay confirmed what Severide somehow already knew, he hung up and got out of the car, gunning it for your dad. 

Tapping on the window aggressively with his knuckle, he motioned your father to roll the window down. As soon as it came down, the smell of alcohol flooded his nose. 

“You have 1 minute to drive away, and if you ever come back here, so help me god you’re going to regret it” Kelly spat out, trying to comprehend that this was his reality, and also trying to keep himself from beating your dad to a pulp. 

Your dad chuckled with amusement, laughing at the threat that was made to him. He took a swig from his Whiskey bottle, almost as if to calm him down. “You may tell my daughter what to do, but you sure as hell don’t tell me what to do” your dad looked over at Kelly, making it very clear that he was unfazed by his comment. 

“We’ll see about that” Kelly tapped the window, making his way up your front steps. He didn’t want to give your dad the time of day- he didn’t deserve it. 

“That girl has commitment issues, so I would watch it if I were you. She’s a whore just like her mother, don’t be scared to hit her if she falls out of line.” It didn’t even take your dad finishing his sentence for Kelly to walk back to the car, open the driver door, and drag him out onto the floor. 

He began throwing punches, and couldn’t even make out his surroundings while doing so. All he focused on was how good the anger felt as it seeped out of his skin, blow after blow. The pain his shoulder felt was the least of his concerns. 

The anger completely overtaking him, he didn’t even notice Jay arrived, attempting to disrupt his punching spree. “Kelly! Hey! Stop it, man! Don’t to this.” Kelly was grabbed by Jay, and once he contained his anger he was let go. He spat on the floor right next to your father. 

“Kelly, who is this? What’s going on man?” Jay asked, slapping Kelly’s chest as if to reprimand him. 

“Y/N’s father. He’s stalking her, I don’t even know how he got her address. He was at the firehouse earlier today and wouldn’t leave, he has a bottle of whiskey in his car.” Kelly began pacing around, trying not to look at your father because if he did, he’d want to hurt him even more. “He hits women, Jay. I can only imagine what he’s done to Y/N.” He began pacing around even more once he imagined the possibility of you getting hurt at the hands of your father, the man who was supposed to be your ultimate protector. 

Jay nodded in understanding, thinking about what the next steps are from here. 

“I’ll book him for the bottle, and I’ll say he got into a bar fight. D&D.” Kelly nodded. 

Jay turned your dad over and put cuffs on him, helping him stand up. When they walked over to the cop car, your dad made one last remark.

“That was nothing... I hurt them even worse than that” Your dad showed Kelly a toothy, bloody grin, chuckling in content with what he said. Kelly knew that if he ever saw him again, he couldn’t keep himself from killing him then and there. Jay roughly put him into the back of the car, and slammed the door. 

“I owe you Halstead.” Kelly said, and Jay quickly nodded his head. 

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Kelly returned to the apartment, a bag of your belongings in his hand. He headed straight for the fridge, actually ready (and feening) for some beer. He was glad Shay seemed to be asleep- he didn’t want to discuss the events that just took place.

He opened his bedroom door and peered in. You were laying on your slide sleeping peacefully. He walked over and took a seat right next to you, moving a strand of hair that fell in your field of view out of the way. Caressing your cheek, he thought to himself that his feelings for you were stronger than he had imagined. He ended up falling asleep right next to you- a safe place for you both. 

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A/N: I’m so sorry that took so long! I hope you all enjoyed, and to the person who requested this- thank you, and I hope I met your expectations! This was my first request so that's super exciting. I don’t know if I made Kelly wayyy too protective in this, but I love it just the same. Keep sending in some requests :)  Also, I'm going to try to set up a masterlist, so stay tuned for that.

Squad and truck had gotten back before you - given the fact that you had to drop a patient off at med - so luckily no one was there to witness your drunken-like wobble. Especially your overprotective boyfriend, Kelly Severide, who is ready to call a med e-vac when you get a paper cut.

You place both of your palms up on the side of the ambo, locking your elbows for support. Feeling faint, you decided to take some slow, deep breaths in an attempt to make yourself feel better.

You thought Gabby was in the back of the ambo, taking inventory, but you hear her voice come from right next to you.

“Y/N…? Are you ‘kay?”

This startled you as you hadn’t noticed her presence right next to you, and also because you didn’t want to attract any attention to your sudden ailment.

“Yeah Gabs, I think I’m just dehydrated honestly. I’m gonna go grab a drink” you said, brushing off her concern and undermining how you were truly feeling.

“I don’t know, Y/N” she crossed her arms, leaning her side against the ambo. “You don’t look so good” she said with a concerned look on her face.

“Aw, that’s so nice of you Dawson” you joked back in response, shooting her a sarcastic fake-smile. You decided to opt against telling the truth and to instead use your poor humour skills to distract her from your ghastly complexion.

“Cmon, you know that’s not what I meant Y/N. You better be telling me the truth” Gabby raised one eyebrow, as if it helped her get a better read of your poker face.

“I’m good I prom-” you were interrupted mid-sentence by the sudden urge to gag, and you began dry-heaving.

“Y/N!” Gabby rushed over to you and began rubbing your back. “Either you get in the ambulance and let me check you out, or I tell Severide.”

You looked up at her with an annoyed but thankful glance, given that she fought through your painful stubbornness to make sure you were okay.

Gabby led you into the ambulance and encouraged you to sit down on the gurney. She closed the doors behind her, and got right to work.

“I’m hooking you up to an IV.” She said, grabbing a saline bag.

“Yeah, I’d like to exercise my right to refuse treatment” you joked, earning a glaring Gabby who stopped what she was doing in order to fully display the annoyed look on her face.

“The quicker we get this done, the quicker you get out of here and the better chance we have that no one realizes we’re missing. She argued, searching for a vein in your arm.

You sighed in agreement, knowing there was no way you were going to get out of Dawson’s care.

When you felt your stomach rumble and another wave of nausea hit you, you knew the inevitable was going to happen.

“Gabby, I’m going to throw up” you stated matter o’factly, while looking at her with a startled expression. You motioned for the garbage can and she quickly handed it over to you. Had she done so 1 second later, you would’ve thrown up all over yourself.

“Now you definitely don’t look good” your best-friend said, trying to make light of the situation but still being in paramedic mode. You grumbled in response, refusing to admit you weren’t okay.

Once you were done, you set the can aside and laid back down, contemplating why you were feeling this way.

“I’m good now, I swear. Lunch just didn’t sit right with me. That’s the last time I eat food that Cruz has cooked.” You took the IV needle out of your arm, deeming that you didn’t need it, and began to exit the back of the ambo.

Dawson didn’t stop you this time. “I’m going to write in my chart here that the patient was unco-operative, and threw up in my ambulance” Dawson said, shrugging to herself.

You peeked your head in between the ambo doors before walking away, and said “this never happened.” Dawson looked at you with a disappointed look, but accepted the situation knowing that being caught could lead to ambo getting taken out of service, and - even worse - Y/N’s lieutenant boyfriend sending her home.

“Grab something to drink!!!” Gabby shouted after you. She couldn’t see you, but you simultaneously nodded your head and smiled to yourself, grateful to have a caring person like her in your life.

Walking into the lounge and towards the fridge, you noticed everyone was eating dinner.

“Hey Y/N. We ordered out tonight to treat ourselves for the long day, come grab a bite” Cruz said with excitement, opening up the pizza box and wafting the smell towards you. “Take a seat!”

You could never say no to pizza, but at this particular time, the scent you caught made the bile in your stomach rise once again.

“I’m not hungry right now, guys, but I’ll eat soon, I promise.” Cruz looked at you like you had 5 heads, knowing you could probably eat more slices than him if it came down to it, but he just shrugged it off. When you reached the fridge you opted for gatorade, knowing the electrolytes would help.

As you closed the fridge door, the room began to spin. You tried to speed walk to your bed to rest, but the change in pace made you feel even worse. Before you know it, you collapsed onto the floor.

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“Y/N?????” You woke up to multiple heads staring down at you from above, all with concerned looks on their faces. Once you regained vision, you made out the figures to be Cruz, Hermann, Mouch, Brett, and Otis. “Grab her some water!” Brett slapped Otis across the chest - concern evident in her voice - and he scrambled to the fridge.

“I’m fine everyone. I’m just dehydrated, I swear.” You lazily attempted to stand up, your body void of energy, but were pushed back down by everyone. “No no no, you sit your tush right where you are missy” said Hermann who was standing opposite of you.

You groaned in frustration, grateful that your family at 51 was worried about you, but hating that you attracted attention towards yourself.

“She’s over here” you heard distantly, eventually making out the voice to be Capp. He was directing Severide to you, and you assumed he grabbed him from his office.

“Y/N? What happened??” Severide rushed right over to you, kneeling next to you and checking you out for any injuries.

“I passed out but I swear I’m okay, I just gave myself whiplash because of how fast I was racing to my bed. I’m good I swear.”

“What the hell happened?” Dawson said as she stepped into the room and saw you lying down. “You told me you were okay, Y/N!!”

“You knew about this?” Severide snapped his head towards her, wondering why he wasn’t notified that the love of his life wasn’t feeling well, and upset that he didn’t help sooner.

Dawson replied, “She didn’t want me to tell anyone!”

“And Dawson, you are an excellent paramedic for that. You respected patient confidentiality, which I suggest the rest of you should do. For the last time, I’m fine!” you grumbled to everyone, feeling as though you were being babied by your team.

You swung your legs off of the couch, and stood up. Making your way to bed, you took the cup of water out of Otis’ hand, and disappeared into quarters. Everyone looked at each other with confusion at your sudden emotional outburst, given that it was out of character for you.

Severide was on his way to check up on you, when the alarm sounded once again.

You grumbled as you got up for what felt like the hundredth call that day, and began to walk towards the ambo.

“You gonna be okay?” Severide asked as he put on his overalls, watching you step into the ambo. “Yes, I promise” you responded, sending him a soft smile.

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On the way back to the firehouse, you felt Dawson’s eyes burning a hole into you.

You glanced over and looked between her and the road a couple of times before asking “Do I have something on my face?”

You looked at the rear view mirror and began fixing your fly aways, and inspecting your makeup- trying to make your actions theatrical to follow up with your sarcastic comment.

“Are you late?”

You snapped your head over to her, eyes popping out of your head, baffled that she would ask you such a (reasonable) question.

“What? My period you mean?” She slowly nodded, apprehension evident in her body language.

“No Gabby, I’m not. At least I don’t think I am.”

Her eyes remained glued on you, not believing your plead.

“Have your nipples changed colour? That’s supposed to be the first sign.” She said confidently and almost proudly, gleaming at this newfound possibility that you could be carrying.

“I’m not sure Gab, you want me to pull them out for you and the citizens of Chicago so you can check the colour of my areoles?” You said as you laughed. You took turns switching between focusing on the road, and being bewildered that you were having this conversation.

“Let me check your app” she placed her palm out towards you, waiting for you to pull out your phone and plant it in her hand.

“You can’t be serious right now. I’m not late, I swear! See for yourself.” You lifted up your buttcheek and took your phone out from underneath you, handing it over in surrender.

“Flo says otherwise, Y/N.” You looked over in disbelief.

“How late?” you asked with a mix of hesitation and eagerness. “6 days” she responded, not sure what response it would elicit from you. Meanwhile, the pit - or baby - in your stomach was growing.

“Have you and Severide been, y’know, wrapping ‘er up” she asked with a questioning tone, whispering the last 3 words for comedic effect to make the conversation less serious.

“Yes! I mean, maybe. Well, sometimes. I don’t know Gab, we fuck like rabbits, I lose track” You squinted your eyes in embarrassment, and straightened your arms while steering, scared to hear her reaction. You went from acting as if Gabby’s original question were preposterous, to accepting that your carelessness with protection was exactly what landed you in this position.

“Oh, Y/N, you better take a test. Listen, have sex all you want, but don’t think the raw doggin’ won’t catch up to you” she joked. You nodded with a face that was scrunched up in discomfort, understanding it needed to be done but your anxiety getting the best of you.

“Tomorrow after shift we’ll do it. Since we’re off the day after tomorrow, we can spend the night celebrating… or not.”

“And which outcome would result in us celebrating. Hmm Gab? I hope it’s the outcome where I’m NOT knocked up!” I exclaimed, completing stressing out.

“Hey, I would love to see a baby combination of you and Kelly running around the firehouse, wouldn’t you?” She leaned against the window to face towards you, her chin being held up by her fist.

“Yeah, of course! But maybe in 5 years or something?! There’s no way either of us are ready for a kid- we’re still recovering from our childhoods, and I wouldn’t want to traumatize our child in the process. Oh my god. Our child. That sounds so weird to say!” you groaned out in anxiety, your leg beginning to bounce up and down while you were parked at a red.

“Y/N it’s going to be okay. I promise. We’ll do this together. I would at least tell Severide you’re late, he deserves to stay in the loop, which he seemed to be out of this afternoon.” She said, referring to your health predicament from earlier.

“Yeah… I’ll talk to him.”

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“Are you feeling better? Why didn’t you tell me you were sick” Severide asked you, concern written all over his face.

You were both walking to his mustang, ready to call it a day after a hellish shift for the both of you. For you, it was the physical - and mental - ailments; for him, it was being worried about his at times secretive girlfriend.

“I’m good Kel, really. I just wanna go home” you said to him from across the car, getting into the passenger seat.

“Why are you like this, Y/N? Why can’t you keep me updated about what’s going on. I’ve been worried sick all shift and all you can give me is an ‘I’m good’” he spoke as he began the drive home.

“Look who’s talking! I find out what’s going on with you through Casey or Boden most of the time! It goes both ways, Kel” you uttered in frustration and focused on the scenery outside, confused as to how your secretive boyfriend himself could be upset with you about this.

“Okay, but I tell you eventually? You’ve been beating around the bush all day when I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“My period is late.”

His head snapped over to look at you about as fast as you looked over at Dawson when she asked you if you were late.

Severide was speechless. He truly didn’t know what to say. You both went from disputing about your mutual secretiveness to drowning in the tension present in the car.

“How late?” he asked in a soft, curious tone, mad at himself for letting his protectiveness over you come out as anger.

“6 days. I’ll take a test soon” You replied, waiting for a response. But you didn’t get one. The rest of the ride home was silent, and Kelly hadn’t said a word. He was driving with a straight face, and as per usual you couldn’t detect exactly what was going through his mind. You once again peered out the window, and a lone tear slid down your cheek.

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You were on your way to Gabby’s house after the next day’s shift, deciding that you and Kelly needed some space. You had only seen him at work that day, and when you did it was an above-the-surface type of conversation- just so no one would realize something is up (even though the whole house knew).

You would be lying if you said you weren’t upset. You were expecting any other emotion from Kelly aside from the emptiness he was giving. Did he not care that he could’ve knocked you up? Was he going to break up with you if you are pregnant? Was he upset? You didn’t know. This obviously did not help the stress you were already under.

You arrived at Gabby’s apartment and made your way up. Before you had a chance to knock on the door, she had already swung it open.

“Did you miss me that much?” I laughed, hanging my coat up.

“I’m eager, Y/N. I wanna know!! Did you tell Kelly? I bet he’s so excited. And nervous. I bet he’s nervous. I thi-” “Gabby!!” you exclaimed, walking over to her and grabbing both of her cheeks with your hands. “Please relax, you’re stressing me out!”

Her eyes widened as she realized she’s probably not helping the anxiety you were feeling, and breathed out while pulling down her shirt. “Yes, yes, of course, sorry, okay.” She clapped, “let’s do this.”

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“So he just… didn’t say anything?” she asked in astonishment, closing the bathroom door behind her and setting a timer for 5 minutes.

“Nope. Like a dear in headlights with his mouth open to catch flies, he just sat there.”

You both sat down on the couch, waiting for the test to run it’s course. Gabby had some spare tests in her apartment, being the prepared person she was.

“He’s probably just scared, Y/N. You know how his relationship with dad is. He probably can’t fathom being a father himself when he had Benny for a father. And to be fair you did keep him out of the loop the whole day yesterday, you blindsided the guy.” You peered up at your best-friend in astonishment. You were so preoccupied with the idea of being pregnant that you didn’t even consider how your announcement might’ve affected Kelly.

“Dawson. I’m a horrible girlfriend.” You looked at her with wide, glistening eyes, realizing how horrible you’ve been to not only Kelly, but your family at 51. You weren’t used to people being sincerely worried about you, but how you treated them yesterday wasn’t fair. Especially your own boyfriend.

“You’re not, Y/N. You’re just used to letting the wrong people in. Now that the right people are trying to get in, you just gotta learn to let them. Especially Kelly. He loves you. We all know that. You make him happier than any girl he’s ever been with.”

You nodded in agreement after listening to Gabby’s wide words, and tried hard to stop bouncing your leg in an attempt to calm yourself down.

Before you were able to respond to her, the timer went off.

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“Kel? I’m home” you shouted into your seemingly empty apartment

“In here!” he responded from the living room. You put your stuff down and walked towards him.

There he was watching the Chicago Blackhawks game with a beer in his hand, his legs spread, and one arm laying across around the back of the couch.

He put his beer down on the side table and stood up to face you. “I’m sor-” “No, I’m sorry, Y/N. I froze” he looked at you with a look of sorrow, upset that he let his girlfriend down when she needed him.

“When you told me you were late, my whole world froze. I was excited at the possibility of you carrying my child, but also terrified that I wouldn’t be capable of being the father you needed. Benny’s not exactly father of the year, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be. Whatever the results of the test are, I’ll be there for you. Doesn’t matter if I don’t feel ready, I’ll get ready. We’re in this together, Y/N.”

You were baffled that your boyfriend just poured his heart out to you. It was hard for Kelly to show emotion and let you in, but his commitment to try and to do better than his father warmed your heart, and you knew why he was the man you fell in love with.

You stepped towards him before you responded. “Kelly, I owe you an apology too. I should’ve told you I didn’t feel well. I don’t want you to favourite me and jeopardize your power just to cater to me. I want to keep work outside of our relationship, because I don’t want it to get in the way of what we have. Regardless of that, you deserve to stay updated about me, not as my superior, but as my boyfriend. And I vow to be less secretive with you. Also, you’re a hell lot more of a man than your father ever will be.”

He walked over to you and grabbed your face, commencing a passionate kiss.

“I love you too” you giggled, while he smiled in response.

“The test was negative, by the way. Which I had mixed feelings about. I want to carry your child but I know we’re both not ready. I can’t wait to actually make a baby though, I heard the process involves a lot of sex” you joked to him, earning a laugh in response.

“Let’s get a head start then.” He picked you up in a hurry and raced you over to the bedroom, ready for a long night of festivities.

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A/N: Hey everyone!! I hope you enjoyed that. I feel like I started off strong and then completely butchered the ending, but I hope it was a bearable read!! Send in requests/ let me know what type of imagines you want to see with Kelly.

“It was good love,” he said before pecking his lover on the lips and then retreating to the bedroom. It was unlikely Kelly to be so avoidant, especially given that he just got home and their opposing schedules makes their time alone all the more anticipated.

“Where are you going, babe? I missed you all day. I’m just about to make dinner.” Kelly heard y/n’s voice trail into the bedroom, and he knew he was going to have to tell her eventually. Given that he was sat at the foot of the bed, y/n took this as an opportunity to straddle him and then engulf him into a hug. This only elicits a wince from him followed by a grunt.

“Shirt off. Now.” Y/n’s face read ‘I’m not playing’ when she demanded her instruction. Wow she keyed in fast. “Sex before dinner? Yes ma’am” he says with a sly smirk, which earned him a glare in return.

When he removed his Squad 3 shirt, y/n peered over his back and widened her eyes when she saw it bandaged in gauze. “See what you did 2 nights ago? Next time just tell me how good of a job I’m doing instead of doing a number on my back would you?” No matter the circumstances there is always time for a sexual joke with Kelly Severide.

“Ha ha, very funny, Kel. Seriously. What happened? Why didn’t you call me?” y/n huffed out, peering at Kelly in concern while she waited for his response. She picked up the pendant on his chain and played with it, a nervous habit and comfort behaviour she’d picked up over time while listening to him retell what had happened on shift.

“House fire. We had gotten the mom out who was on the bottom floor, but her child was all the way upstairs. Once I got up to them, the floor gave out underneath me, and the fire got to me. I kept the child on the part of the floor that hadn’t fallen, but I was losing my grip. Squad knew I was still in the house so Boden sent Hermann to check up on me and he saw my feet dangling. It was a close one for sure but nowhere near as bad as some other times. The child made it to Med alive; that’s all I was really worried about” he said, returning his blue eyes to y/n’s.

“Brett and Dawson patched me up at the scene. I refused to get checked, I didn’t see it necessary. That’s why you didn’t find out.” Given y/n was Kelly’s emergency contact, if he gets admitted to Chicago Med, she’s the first to know (other than Firehouse 51, of course).

“Why are you so stubborn, Kel? The least you could’ve done is tell me when you got home.. why do you try to hide these things from me?” Y/n got up from Kelly’s lap and walked over to the linen closet where she kept a spare paramedic bag. “Because of how you react when you find out!” he chuckles in disbelief, wondering how his constantly worried girlfriend could ask such a question.

“Oh…!” she turned around from the hallway and peered over to Kelly. “Like a worried girlfriend who’s concerned about her boyfriend’s health and well-being? Forgive me Lord for I have sinned” she scoffed while rolling her eyes and walking back into their bedroom. “Give me a break, Severide. You know damn well if something happened to me on the job you’d want to be the first to know.”

She brought the bag over to their ensuite and zipped it open, and then grabbed the chair from her vanity and brought it into the bathroom. “I would, but what happened today is just part of my job, in other words, not a big deal. Plus, I didn’t want to worry you on your day off.” Kelly said, getting up from the bed and walking over to her.

“I’ll be the judge of that. Turn around” she said defiantly, while twirling her fingers to exemplify what she wanted him to do. “You know, for someone who’s such a sub in bed, you’re being very controlling right now” Kelly muttered, laughing to himself in the process. “I bet it turns you on” y/n teased in return, while sliding on her second medical glove. “I’d be lying if I said it didn’t” he chuckled in response.

“Okay enough with the innuendos mister, have a seat. This is gonna hurt; brace yourself” y/n said as she slowly began to remove the gauze on his burn wound. This made Kelly wince once again, but this definitely wasn’t his first injury on the job. “First and second degree burns, love. I’m gonna replace the gauze and then get you some Tylenol.”

He nodded in response, all the while admiring y/n through the mirror while she was hard at work. He was grateful to have such a wonderful partner for once in his life; it’s one of many added bonuses that she’s educated in attending to wounds. “You know I love you, right?” He said, eyes still locked on her concentrated face, noticing the different faces she made depending on the task at hand. “I love you Kelly Severide, even when you’re stubborn.”

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed my first imagine for Kelly!!! Feedback is appreciated and feel free to send in requests :)