#cíara's follower extravaganza

[fighterkimburgess]

a prompt of your and Kelly's son taking over the squad table as you and Kelly's son both visit 51

"Dad! Dad!" You had no hope of keeping your son beside you as soon as he spotted Kelly, and you watched as he toddled across the app floor. Kelly was quick, turning around and lifting him up.

"What're my two favourite people doing here?" He asked, pressing a kiss to your temple as you joined them.

"I have to drop something off to Sylvie, and when I mentioned on the phone that I had to give her something, someone insisted on coming too. I'm gonna grab her before bells go, can you watch him?" You watched as Tony, Capp and Joe started playing with your son, smiling as you went to find your best friend.

You spent ten minutes gossiping with Sylvie, showing her the "my dad's a CFD firefighter" onesie you'd used to announce your pregnancy that she was getting to use this time. You were thrilled for your friends, and excited to see them be parents. The two of you wandered out to pick up your son and leave, but instead you stood there awestruck.

The four tough guys of the CFD Rescue Squad Three were essentially a human cradle, holding onto your son where he'd crashed in the middle of their table. None of them noticed you taking a photo, and you came over grinning at the people you'd lucked into being a family with.

[fighterkimburgess]

I do not know which prompt fits best so you get to chose, Kelly comes home from shift to find you in the kitchen talking to your baby bump telling your child to stop kicking so you can eat breakfast

I'm not even picking a prompt for this, it's just too sweet.

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You stared down at your bump, the skin moving every time your child moved. You were convinced you were carrying the next generation of Severide firefighters, there was no way this baby wasn't going to be active. The door to the loft opened, but you ignored it.

"Come on, please? I need to get food into me, because otherwise you're going to kick even more because you'll be hungry. Please give it a rest, Bean?" You weren't above begging. You were thirty five weeks pregnant, and instead of the baby kicking your bladder, they'd perfected how to kick your stomach.

"Bean still at it?" Kelly asked, wrapping his arms around you.

"I would kill to just eat a meal. Even a bowl of rice." You grumbled, leaning back into him. He moved around, squatting down to be face to belly.

"Bean, give your mom a break? She's doing so much for you already, can you please let her eat? It's a good thing." His words made them immediately calm down, and you sighed as you ate a bite of your muffin.

"You know this child is going to have you wrapped around their little finger, right?" You asked as Kelly stood back up, his hand still on your belly.

"What a hardship that'll be," he replied, kissing your cheek.

[fighterkimburgess]

Kelly with his child - grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something

You are so amazing with all those drabbles 😍

Thank you so so much! This is a super short and sweet one.

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"Dad!" You walked in to see Kelly pull your eight year old back.

"What's going on?"

"Dad grabbed my arm! I was fine, I'm not a baby." You looked where he was standing, realising just how close to the edge he was.

"Baby, you're too close to the lake. Trust your dad, ok? He knows how to stay safe here. Please?" He sighed, but moved back to where you were. Kelly linked your hand, not letting go even when you sent your son to the playground.

"Flashbacks from the call last week?" You asked, running your fingers through his grey hair.

"Yeah. I just...that kid was his age, you know? And I don't have any equipment, nothing. I couldn't risk it."

"I know. And one day, when he knows everything that you do, he'll get it. But right now we can protect him from himself."

[fighterkimburgess]

Kelly and Matt losing a bet to you and Sylvie and being forced to do kitchen duty for an entire shift, angst prompt 3

3: "What would you do if I didn't come back?"

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"It's simple, the Colts are going to beat the Bears. I might be marrying a Chicago boy, Matt Casey, but I still love my hometown team." You rolled your eyes at Sylvie's words. You didn't support either team, but whenever the Colts and Bears played each other tensions rose.

"Not gonna happen. The Bears are having a winning season."

"Fine. If the Bears win, my partner and I are on kitchen duty for a full shift. If the Colts win, you and Severide are on for it." Your eyes widened, and you backed away slowly.

"Hey. I don't have a horse in this race, don't get me involved," you said, before Sylvie burst out laughing.

"You did a horse pun, you're now a Colts fan. Rules are rules."

While the game was on you weren't called out, and in a surprising turn of events the Colts actually won. Sylvie was dancing around the common room at everyone who'd dared to disparage her beloved team, while the Captain and Squad Lieutenant were looking flustered.

"Don't worry," you whispered into Kelly's ear as he had his arms around your waist. "I'll give you my recipes for cooking for the firehouse. What would you do if I didn't come back and rescue you?"

"I would be in trouble," he replied, kissing your cheek in thanks.

[fighterkimburgess]

I'd like to ask for Kelly Severide, hand holding prompt 36 + touching prompt 10

Thank you so much!

36: unconsciously searching out each other's hand while sleeping 10: spooning at night

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You knew you should get out of the bed. It was late and you both had shift in the morning, and you hadn't revealed your relationship to anyone in 51 yet. But you had a spare uniform in your car, and Kelly's warmth as he spooned you was too nice to ignore.

But you had to leave. So you carefully lifted his arm, sliding out from under it slowly so he didn't wake. Once you were out, you gently let go of his hand.

That lasted for all of five seconds until his hand sought yours out, holding tight. You could tell he was still asleep - his breathing hadn't changed - but he was gripping your hand even tighter. So with a soft smile you curled back into him.

The looks you got from your coworkers, and the shout from Tony that he won the pool, were worth all of the anxious moments in the car about walking into work hand in hand.

[fighterkimburgess]

Washing each other’s body with Kelly? Sorry I live for soft!Kelly like I can totally imagine him washing your body in the shower when you’re too tired to do so :)

AH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH.

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Exhaustion didn't even cover how you felt. Your job was difficult, you saw bullets flying more often than not. But today it was too close, and your stomach would be black and blue for the next two weeks with the three circular bruises the bullets in your vest had left. Just kevlar and nylon stopping them from entering your body.

Standing in the shower you were about to switch it off, too tired for more than just a rinse, when Kelly stepped in behind you.

"C'mon, under the water. Let me wash your hair." You did as he said, letting the water soak your hair before he shampooed it, lathering up your hair and rinsing it clean. You watched the water turn grey with dust before clearing again. He repeated the motion before putting your conditioner in.

In the three years you'd been dating Kelly had learned your shower routine, so once your conditioner was in he put your favourite fancy shower gel on the sponge, washing your body. It could have been sexual or it could have made you feel ashamed, but it was just love flowing between the two of you. He made sure you were clean before directing you under the spray again, making sure the bubbles were gone and your hair was fully rinsed.

Even when you got out, Kelly grabbed your favourite one of his CFD shirts for you to put on, and a pair of comfortable underwear. When you dressed he sat you in front of your vanity, combing and drying your hair before helping you into bed.

Normally you'd sleep on your stomach, curled into his chest, but your bruising meant that couldn't happen. Instead Kelly played big spoon to your little one, wrapping his arm around your hip and holding you tight. It had been a hard day, but with him beside you you could get through all of them together.

[fighterkimburgess]

you and Connor filling out charts for your surgical patients, hand holding prompt 10

10: happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don't have to let go.

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You were filling out charts on your iPad, Connor's hand firmly in yours as he did the same. People on the surgical floor were used to the two of you like this - it was an ongoing joke that if they needed to find you, just look for Connor and he'd be holding your hands. But it was the first time your friends in the ED had seen it.

"Are they...?" April asked Ethan, watching the two of you.

"It's adorable but also sickening. Want to try it? Or would it be too annoying?" He asked, watching as she crinkled her nose.

"I just don't know how they can. But it's very sweet."

They watched as the two of you put down the iPads, standing to get coffee before going back to charting. But every move was done with your hands still linked firmly.

[fighterkimburgess]

a prompt where Matt tells you he is worried about being a dad because of his childhood and the way his parents were

You were lying in bed, curled up together. Matt had his hand on your tiny bump, gently rubbing it.

"I don't know how to be a parent." His words were quiet, and you turned to face him.

"Neither do I. We'll figure it out, Matt," you said, looking in his eyes.

"My mom...my dad...they weren't exactly role models. My childhood wasn't healthy. And I've done therapy, I've built coping mechanisms. But I'm so scared I'm gonna fuck up this kid. I don't want to hurt our baby."

You leaned in to kiss him, so proud of him for opening up.

"You won't. We've got so many friends who will be involved with this baby. It takes a village to raise a child, and we've got two of the strongest villages I've ever known. Between all the parents we know, do you think they'll let us fail? Cindy Herrmann's already invited me out for lunch so we can talk and I can ask her questions. I wouldn't have chosen to have a baby with you if I didn't know you'll be a fantastic father." You watched a small smile reach his face.

"Really?"

"Really. If Adam Ruzek can keep a kid alive, we can do it."

[fighterkimburgess]

Connor comes home to find you and your newborn asleep in bed, hand holding prompt 36, touching prompt 9 and 28

36: unconsciously searching out each other's hand while sleeping 9: listening to the other's heartbeat 28: feeling for each other in the dark

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The apartment was silent when Connor got home, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He loved you, loved David, loved your little family, but you'd been so stressed that he hoped some sleep would help.

He came into your bedroom and stopped, taking a photo of the scene in front of him. You were lying on the bed, propped up on pillows, while David lay on your chest. The two of you were fast asleep, and he needed a copy of this to see when he needed it.

In a practiced move that would make you think he'd been a dad for five years instead of five weeks, Connor picked up David and put him in his cradle. The boy didn't wake, so Connor kicked off his scrubs and crawled into the bed beside you, feeling for you in the dark. Your hands met his, and he pulled you close.

The movement made you stir, and you shocked awake. "David?" You asked, but Connor ran his fingers through your hair.

"He's asleep, you're fine. Go back asleep, Baby." You laid your head on his chest, letting his heartbeat soothe you back asleep.

[fighterkimburgess]

Hey not sure if you write about this topic but I was hoping for something like reader finding out she’s pregnant but telling jay she doesn’t want to keep it? With angst prompts 45 and 13 ��️

Gonna throw this all under a cut folks, tw for abortion mentions and termination decisions. (Also there's a really weird irony that this is getting scheduled to post at the exact moment polls closed three years ago in the Irish abortion referendum. Really. Weird. Irony.)

13: "If I told you I hate you, what would you do?" 45: "Would you hate me?"

You were at Jay's door, not sure what to say. Even if you should knock. The only thing you knew was you had to tell him, he deserved to know.

You knocked, and he answered straight away. "Hey, you didn't text, what's up?"

"Can we talk?" He welcomed you in, and you sat on his couch. How did you tell your fuck buddy that both forms of birth control had failed and you were pregnant?

"Want a beer?"

"Nah." You stayed quiet till he sat down, and then you decided to word vomit. "I found out I'm pregnant today. Would you hate me if I told you I'm not keeping it?" His face paled, shock evident.

"If I told you I hate you, what would you do?" He asked, taking a long drink.

"It wouldn't change my mind, Jay. We're...whatever situation we are. I've my PIC exam next month. I can't be pregnant right now, and I'm nowhere near stable enough to raise a child." You wished you had a beer bottle in your hand, but even with the abortion booked you still felt like you shouldn't.

"I don't want you to change your mind. We have fun, but we've always been clear it's casual. And bringing a kid into this...Ruzek and Kim might have been able to do it, but they have history, we don't. When's it happening?"

You gave him the details, and he put it into his phone. "You're not going alone. I'm half the reason this is happening, we'll go together." You stood to leave, and he wrapped you in a hug.

"Is it weird to say that as much as I wish this wasn't happening, I'm glad it's happening with you?" You asked, and he laughed.

"Yeah, cause I kinda feel the same way too."

[fighterkimburgess]

Connor suggesting you guys lock yourself in his apartment for the day and ignore any hospital pages, basically him slyly saying "let just have sex today" hand holding 43 and touching 3, 14, 24

43: raising the other's hand to their lips to kiss it softly 3: hiding face in neck 14: putting an arm around the other's waist 24: whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

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You'd just finished making coffee, leaning against Connor's counter with the mug in your hand. You closed your eyes, blissfully happy. You had caffeine, you were wearing your boyfriend's tshirt, and there was nothing you wanted more than what you had right there. Until you nearly jumped at an arm going around your waist.

"I didn't hear you!" You exclaimed, taking a sip of your coffee. Connor took your free hand, lifting it to his lips to kiss you. You leaned into him, nuzzling your face in his neck. This was perfection.

"How about we just ignore the world today? You, me, the bed? Celebrate that we love each other?" His breath was hot against your ear, his lips pressing soft kisses on your skin.

"I need fuel before we do any of that. But after coffee, yes." You smiled at him and he leaned down to kiss you. You abandoned your coffee as he lifted you around his hips, barely making it to the kitchen island, let alone the bed.

[fighterkimburgess]

touching prompt 25 and 44, you visiting and brining your husband, Matt, a lunch and seeing his new chief office as you are on your lunch break from Med

25: stroking the other's arm soothingly 44: sitting on the other's lap.

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"Maggie, I'm taking an hour. Matt's on his first Chief shift, I'm dropping him lunch and making sure he's not too frustrated." The charge nurse nodded as you walked past.

"Enjoy!"

It was a seven minute drive to 51 from Med, and you did it with ease, pulling up in a parking spot. You could see Matt's truck in the space that used to be Boden's, filling you with pride. As soon as you walked into the house the guys at the Squad table rose to greet you.

"Doc! What's my favourite non firefighter doing here?" Kelly asked, giving you a hug.

"Figured I'd bring your new chief lunch. How's it been?" You gave Kelly an eyebrow raise, and he nodded.

"He's gonna be fine. In his own head, like normal, but he'll be fine. He's in the office now."

You left the guys, waving to everyone in the common room as you passed. Matt's office door was closed, his name hastily written on a piece of paper and stuck over where Wallace Boden's name was etched. You knocked, listening for his come in.

"I thought you could do with a treat, I picked up a meatball sub." you handed over the bag to Matt, who grinned, pulling you in for a hug. You could tell the stress he was under from how tense he was, and you ran your hand up his arm.

"Thanks. I just feel like I've been thrown in the deep end, and I don't know what to do." He leaned into your ribs, holding you close.

"You're gonna be fine, Chief Casey. They wouldn't have let you pass the exam if they didn't know you can do it. C'mon, let me sit down to eat my sandwich." You went to separate, but instead he pulled you onto his lap. his left hand around your waist.

"You can sit here. I can relax a little bit more when you're beside me." You leaned against his chest, taking comfort in him being there while you ate lunch.

[fighterkimburgess]

You and Casey having a argument because he called you and Brett off the fire scene and you saying he disobeyed your calls as PIC, but he only did it because he loves you. you chose the angst prompt

Letting me choose angst? Oh, anon, you know me so well. Let's go with 36: "Do you understand what you've done?"

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Sylvie could tell the rage simmering through your veins, and she didn't speak as you drove back to 51. She could tell there was about to be a very loud fight between you and the Captain of 51, and texted people to stay away from Casey's quarters and the bunk room when you got back. True to her texts, everyone was in the common room when you stalked through, looking for Casey.

"What the hell did you do on that scene?" You asked, looking at him sitting there so nonchalant at his desk.

"It was an uncontrolled fire, I pulled the untrained medics out of the fire. I don't know what you're expecting me to say." He stood, and if it was anyone else you'd think he was trying to use his height to intimidate you. But it was Matt so he wasn't.

"Do you understand what you've done, Casey? Really understand? I was the PIC in charge of the scene. I'm taking the ambulance commander exam next month. And you pull me off the scene and send me away when I'm trying to run triage? When I'm trying to run my scene? You are not my boss, Casey. You are not the person I report to at the beginning and end of my shift. How dare you act like I'm incompetent. You've ruined any chance I had for that job, I hope you're very fucking pleased with yourself."

You went to turn away, feeling the angry tears about to leak out. The job you'd worked for for over a year, the job he'd told you you'd be a perfect fit for, was now gone because he thought he knew better.

"I couldn't lose you." The words were strangled, and you turned to look. "I saw you about to walk in there, and all I saw was Shay and Gabby walking into a building that looked fine and then both dead because a bomb went off. I saw the Arnow fire last year when Otis died. I can't lose you. I wouldn't survive it."

You shrugged, looking back at him. "I'm a PIC, Matt. It's my job. And anything could happen to any of us at any call. I could get called out later and be shot, you know how many times Sylvie and I have been held at gunpoint."

He shook his head, as if to make your true statement false. "That's not what I mean. I'm in love with you. And I can't watch you go somewhere and not be sure you'll come out."

[fighterkimburgess]

touching prompt 16, Connor massaging sunscreen on you and his hands trialing down to untie your bikini top and bottom

16: Massaging them

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You rolled over, letting the sun hit your back. You knew the risks of sunbathing, but when you were in Hawaii in the winter you were soaking up as much vitamin D as you could. And not the type Connor wished you were either.

"Can you do my back?" You asked him, and he immediately pulled out the sunscreen. You could feel him massage your back, and you groaned in pleasure when he hit a particular spot. You were comfy and nearly drifting off to sleep, when you realised your bikini top was unfastened.

"Connor, what are you doing?" You asked, refusing to lift off the towel.

"We've got a private beach, in the middle of the day, and I'm staring at my new wife who looks far too tempting. Can you blame me?" You laughed as he continued moving down your back, hooking his fingers into your bikini bottoms.

[fighterkimburgess]

a prompt where you and Nat cut your hairs in hope to get Connor and Will to make a move on you

You and Nat had insisted you hadn't specifically gotten a haircut for attention from two certain attendings. Why would anyone ever think that? Just because you had left the hospital at the end of your last shift with one hairstyle and come back the next shift with much shorter hair.

You'd wanted a change anyway, the split ends of your longer hair frustrating you. It was silky and healthy now, and you ran your fingers through it as you walked into the lounge to put your bag away.

"Hey," Connor said as he walked in. You turned to talk, watching as he walked into the coffee table.

"You ok?" You asked, brows furrowed.

"Yeah, fine...fine."

Maybe this new haircut was good for something.

[fighterkimburgess]

hand holding prompt 35 and touching prompt 12. Connor wants you to move in with him by telling you he does not want you to go back to your place just to get your necessity for the hospital. He wants all your stuff here.

AH I LOVE THIS!!! So much.

35: Grabbing the other's hand to pull them back to them 12: Pushing a strand of hair behind their ear.

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"I have to go, Connor! I need to do laundry, and I need clean scrubs." You pulled away, but your boyfriend pulled you back into him.

"Stay. I've a washer dryer, you can wash today's scrubs and they'll be clean." He pressed kisses to your jawline, and all you wanted to do was agree. But you needed to go home.

"Connor. I have to leave. I barely spend time in my apartment anyway, one night there makes paying rent worth it." You separated, standing and putting your shirt back on as he watched. Before you could get your coat on he was standing beside you, tipping your head up and putting a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

"Move in with me. You basically live here anyway. Move in. I don't want you going back to your apartment. I don't want to sleep alone. I don't sleep well if I'm not holding you anyway. Move in with me." You could see the truth in his words, and you reached up to kiss him.

"I will. But I'm still going back to that apartment tonight."