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All Day - Brian Zvonecek | 18+

Requested: yes

Word count: 2,788

Warnings: smut [dirty talk, dry humping, fingering, unprotected sex (womp womp), creampie?], aftercare <3

A/n: yeah idk hi

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“Imagine how I good I’d feel inside you.” + “I didn’t know you were like this.”

Being with Brian was probably the easiest thing you’d ever done. Easily. He was kind, and gentle, and loving. Just overall a sweet charmer. Working together meant a lot of your time together was spent on calls. 

And today had been intense, a helicopter crashing because of a couple of boys flying a drone was not something either of you expected from the shift but regardless of working on different companies, you and Brian saved a lady’s life. 

And god did he look good doing it. No seriously, seriously, if it wasn’t the life or death situation of a lady you would have been ogling over him the entire time, but you know, professionalism and all. Regardless, the way he took control over all of it? Knew what he was doing? 

Hot. Just so extremely, extremely hot. And it had been on your mind all day. Especially now as you were in the passenger seat of his car on your way to his place. It was difficult keeping your thoughts to yourself, but part of you worried that he’d be, weirded out? That you were turned on by him just doing his job.

So you sat, legs pressed together and your hand innocently in his. Even now as he drove your eyes shifted up from where you two were connected, over his arm, his partially covered bicep that now out of his uniform was only covered by the short sleeve of his button up, and over his face.

“I can feel you staring.” Brian spoke suddenly, glancing over without as much as a turn of his head. Instantly your cheeks went red, turning away from him with a shake of the head.

“I- No, I was just, admiring.” You blubbered out, shifting slightly. Getting caught looking was one thing but getting caught looking because you were having a million and one thoughts of him on top of you was embarrassing to say the least.

Brian turned his head to you briefly, “Mhm, well stop doing that. Hair on the back of my neck is standing up. Tickles,” He chuckled faintly, squeezing your hand. He was very obviously kidding but still, you turned your eyes to look out the window

If you didn’t look at him then maybe you’d be able to control yourself. Except when you got home and he instantly fell onto the couch with his shoes kicked off, you couldn’t help looking over him. 

This time your lingering gaze was not ignored, Brian twisting to look right back at you, “If you’re gonna stare, at least do so over here so I can hold onto you while you do,” He muttered, his hand stretching out lazily.

You sucked in a deep breath before walking over to him. “Maybe I want to admire you from afar.” You teased, grabbing onto his hand. The warmth of his palm made you sigh, instantly being drawn towards him.

“You could but,” Brian yanked your arm just slightly, pulling you onto his lap. “I couldn’t do this,” He smiled, eyes sliding over your face. With your legs around him, you bit your lip, shrugging just slightly.

It took nearly everything inside of you to not grind down against him, instead putting your arms over his shoulders, one hand slipping into his hair. “Hm, you’re right. I like this,” You grinned, feeling his hands sliding up your thighs. “Yeah, like this a lot.” 

Slowly you leaned forward, pressing your lips to him, giving up on whatever control you had over yourself. Brian was just too damn intoxicating and you couldn’t ignore it anymore. Apparently he was on the same page though, his grip going to your hips just tightly enough to push you down against him.

A soft groan rumbled through you, repeating the motion, this time without any outside force needed. As soon as you pulled back his lips were on your neck – hot open mouthed kisses going across your skin. “God I’ve wanted this all day,” You muttered out, tugging just slightly at his hair.

The tickle of his mustache always made you squirmy, that on top of the annoyance in your pants made you rock down against him steadily, not caring how needy it made you look. “All day?” Brian muttered, pushing your shirt off your shoulder.

“Well, since,” A moan cut you off as he sucked a mark onto your collarbone. “Since that helicopter call.” You weren’t going to say anything but as soon as it came out, his hands slid up your sides, one staying splayed out on your back.

Brian’s eyebrow lifted, confused on how you decided you wanted him like this on a call of all places. “The helicopter call?” He questioned, tucking stray strands of hair off of your face. Softly you hummed in response, scratching just slightly at his scalp.

“Mhm, watching you take everything apart, and lifting it. I don’t really know. Did something to me.” You burned red as you admitted it to him. He instantly shifted to grab the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up and off of you.

The sudden coldness of the room made you suck in a breath, his lips immediately connecting to your chest. You held him to your chest, the growing bulge in his jeans giving you more friction, his hands grabbing wherever they could.

Your sides, hips, thighs, ass. Everywhere. If he could touch you everywhere all at once he would. “You know,” You breathed out, looking down at him. “When I first met you, I didn’t know you were like this.” 

Honestly, meeting young Brian Zvonecek his first year on truck was crazy. He was a goofy guy. His hair was still unruly, he’d gotten better at styling it now but you liked it before either way. He’d filled out his uniform nicely, again, not that you weren’t infatuated from first sight but it was more so the growing together that got you. And you were thankful for that daily.

Brian’s hands went back up your thighs, squeezing as they did. “Yeah, and I didn’t know I was like this, either. And I thought you were shy when I first met you... Now look at you, huh?” He always did manage to have a sort of cocky attitude when he had you like this. Which, lucky for him, was pretty often.

You left out a soft whimper at his tone, biting your lip. Brian reached up more, moving to unbutton your jeans, looking up at you. Easily you shifted enough to get them off, not caring that you were just in your underwear and bra, not when his eyes hungrily grazed over you.

Your fingers found the clasp of his belt and button of his jeans, looking over his face, “You’re overdressed for the occasion.” You leaned forward into his ear, whispering softly. Without any hesitation, he shifted you off of him, standing to shove off his pants, the buckle hitting the floor with a clang.

No matter how many times you saw his body it alway, always made you want him more than you originally did. Though, watching the button up hit the floor was always a bit upsetting, you always loved them. Especially this one, red, birds all over it. He was wearing it the first time he fingered you so it always brought back memories to say the least.

As soon as he was sat back on the couch, the only thing covering him being his boxers, he reached his hand out again. Easily you crawled back onto his lap, lips crushed together the second you could. 

Every movement together made him groan, his hands reaching around to finally unclasp the bra that covered your chest. As soon as it joined the other clothes on the floor, he slid his hands up your chest, cupping each breast in his hands.

Your back involuntarily arched towards him, his fingers tweaking your nipples as you did. A low groan bubbled in the back of your throat, bucking your hips down against him. “God Bri, you feel so good.” Each word was mumbled but he understood each of them, his mouth coming up to your ear.

He pressed a kiss right under it, still feeling you up, “Imagine how good I’d feel inside of you.” The words came out before he could even think them over, the pure lust and horniness front and foremost in his mind.

Neither of you were even sure what to say, you out of pure shock at his confidence and how much that turned you on and him out of slight embarrassment. Regardless it went away within seconds, you shifting onto your back and pulling him on top of you.

“Say that again.” You muttered, craning your head up to kiss his neck. He shook his head slightly, going to decline. “Brian, that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth. Say it again.” 

That was enough to spark something inside of him, his fingers walking up the inside of your thigh, “Well in that case, I said, imagine how good I’d feel inside of you.” His index finger danced along the top of your underwear, agonizingly slow over the exact spot you actually wanted him, your eyes hooded as he looked over you.

Impatiently you tried to lift into him, his touch pulling away as you did. He kneeled back onto his knees, fingers racing up to loop over the band. As always, he hesitated, waiting for a sure nod and yes before doing anything. “Go ahead,” You spoke firmly with a nod, already lifting your hips up for him to remove the last layer of your clothing.

Brian pulled them off, his hands going right back to the upper most part of your thighs. Gently he nudged one of your legs around him, propped up under one of the pillows on the couch. “I ever tell you how beautiful you are?” He muttered, trailing a finger through your folds, collecting as much of your arousal as he could.

You nodded quickly, your hands balled into fists to try and keep yourself still for him. Not that he was much of a tease, not on days like this. He was always the type to give you just what you wanted, it was in his blood. He was a pleaser. And boy did he please.

So it was no surprise how quickly and easily he pressed his middle finger into you, curling it up like he had done this a million times. Your eyes glazed over his body, trickling down to where he moved his digit inside of you. “Fuck, Brian,” His name practically dripped the same way you were out of you.

He watched how you reacted to each movement, slipping his ring finger in as soon as your hips bucked up, unable to stay still anymore. Every pump made a disgusting squelch but he was hitting the exact spot, your hand coming up to grab onto his arm.

“Just- just like that,” You groaned out, nodding tightly. There was an attempt to keep your eyes on him. Really, but as soon as you started to clench around him and the outer edge of your vision went white, you scrunched your eyes closed. 

Brian slowly slowed inside of you, making sure to ride you out of the high entirely before he leaned over you, making a show of licking over his fingers. “For someone so gorgeous, you taste just as good.” He spoke, leaning down to kiss you before you could even say anything back.

Granted no words were even coming to your mind, just overwhelmed with the pulsing in between your legs. That and the bulge that was still hidden away. You reached between the two of you, palming at him. 

“I think these should come off.” You sighed out, him kissing your cheek, and then jaw before sitting back like he had before, this time discarding his boxers. Instantly you felt yourself clench around nothing, always a mess for him. “God, please fuck me.” You muttered, more so under your breath and to yourself but not unheard to the man above you.

“Trust me. I plan to,” He hummed, sliding his fingers through your mess, using the wetness to get himself ready, not that he wasn’t already completely swollen and dripping his own precum. You whined faintly, sensitive to the touch as you tried to push closer to him.

He leaned down, kissing your lower stomach before gently sliding inside of you. Your mouth gaped open as he did, your hand once again found his arm, wrapping around his forearm. Slowly he started to thrust into you, planting himself on either side of your head.

Your gaze would have stayed on his face if you weren’t distracted by the way his bicep tightened as he held himself up. And you were sure if you could see the way his back muscles looked right now, you’d be a complete and utter mess. Well, more so than you already were.

“This what you wanted from me all day?” Brian noted the way your eyes were locked on his arm. “For me to be on top of you like this?” His hips snapped up, the usually gentle man unable to help how turned on he was.

Having someone be so attracted to him that they were thinking about him at work? When they weren’t being all coupley at home? When he was just, being Otis? Just being Brian? It worked its way into his mind and each hit into you was enough proof you needed of that.

Your eyes went back up to his face, eyebrows pulled together as you nodded, “Yes, god, yes it was.” You moaned out, the way your mouth hung open the perfect chance for Brian to run his thumb over your bottom lip.

“How bad?” You didn’t answer right away, making him lean closer to you. “How badly did you want me to fuck you while we were at work?” He repeated, his palm pushed to the side of your face, holding you there.

The knot in your stomach was already tightening, everything about how he was acting simply sent you over. “So bad baby,” You whined, “So so bad.” A breath caught in your throat as you dug your nails into his skin.

Before you could give warning, your back lifted, electricity running throughout your entire body as you tightly clenched around him. “Bri-” His name didn’t even come out louder than a squeak as he kept his pace up, chasing his own release.

It wasn’t far behind yours, the man only stilling with a groan as he came, filling all of you up. Your eyes locked on one another, his thumb lightly gracing your cheek. Once you’d both pulled yourselves together he leaned down to grab his boxers, putting them underneath you before pulling out.

That was the only thing that kept your mess from getting onto the furniture but he leaned down, peppering soft kisses over your face, the hair above his lip making your nose scrunch up. He waited a couple moments before pressing a long and firm kiss to your lips. “You alright?” Brian made sure to question, taking your soft nod as a good enough answer.

Slowly he stood, grabbing onto your hands to help you up and into the bathroom. “Here, go to the bathroom, I’ll start a bath for you and go clean up okay?” His voice was soft, planting a gentle kiss to your forehead as you sat on the toilet.

Without another word he turned the water on to get warm before disappearing from the room, reappearing a couple minutes later with a new set of clothes for both of you nicely folded. “You want help getting in?” Brian offered, gingerly taking your hand to help you stand and step into the bathtub. 

The two of you sat there for a bit, Brian washing your hair for you while leaving more and more kisses over your shoulders and the back of your neck. Once you were out, dry and clothed, the two of you moved to his bed, his arms wrapped around you.

Slightly you shifted to face him, placing your hand on the side of his face, “Can I tell you a secret?” You asked, a smile fighting to grow on your face. He nodded instantly, mumbling an ‘always’ under his breath. “I love you.”

A blush crossed his cheeks as he thought for a second. “Can I tell you a secret?” He countered, raising his eyebrows together. With a giggle you nodded, already knowing what was going to be said. 

“I love you too.”

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are you trying to get us in trouble?

Otis x 51 gf yup

Trouble - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ]

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Prompt: “Are you trying to get us in trouble?”

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“Are you trying to get us in trouble?” Otis whispered, after allowing you to pull off his t-shirt in one quick motion, dropping it by the shower drain as you planted your lips firmly on the nape of his neck.

You said nothing, instead grazing your teeth gently over his protruding collarbones, in a way that had a shudder rattle up his body and escape into the air, making you smile smugly to yourself as you always did like to bask in the way you made him feel.

“You're not worried, are you baby? That someone might catch us in here?” You whispered, the heat of your breath puffing over his skin in a way that gave him goosebumps as your mouth worked its way back up, your hands running equally as slow up the length of his muscular arms.

“No.” Otis scoffed out, ignoring the slight touch of worry deep in the pit of his stomach over the very idea of getting caught. He swallowed thickly, pushing those nerves down further as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, angling his head a little to allow you better access to his neck. “I just don’t want anyone seeing parts of you that only I get to see.”

“Is that so?” You chuckled, guiding your mouth all the way towards his ear, pressing kisses over every inch of him that you could before you reached your destination, tugging gently on his lobe in a way that had him huff out a breath before you whispered. “Well perhaps I’d be better suited pinned to the wall, that way… No one will be able to see much should they find us.”

In one quick motion, you found yourself pressed up against the shower wall, your legs wrapped tightly around Otis’s waist as he held you in place. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers threading through the softness of his hair as he kissed you like a starving man, with such intense heat that it felt like there was steam in the air and yet there was no water to be seen.

“There… Now no one will see you.” Otis breathed out, taking your lips in his again as he rocked his hips against yours, a soft whine escaping the back of your throat as that hardness beneath his pants. “But that doesn’t mean they won’t be able to hear you.”

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Field Trip

Kelly Severide X Daughter!reader, Firehouse 51 x Severide!Reader

Summary: House 51 finds out you're being bullied after your class comes to the house for a field trip.

Warnings: Bullying

Reader's Age: 8

A/n: My first Chicago fire fic! This takes place season 4. There will be a second part.

Kelly packs your lunch while you got dressed. He looks toward your room to see you if you were coming out yet.

"Y/n! Hurry up! We're going to be late." He shouts zipping your lunch box up and reaching for your backpack.

"Coming!" You shout. He goes to set the lunch box in you bag before he notices a crumpled-up paper. He grabs it and uncrumples it before reading what it said. It was a field trip permission slip? Why didn't you tell him yet? He knows you, he knows how excited you get about field trips you'd never forget.

"Okay I'm ready." You said coming out of your room.

"Hey why didn't you tell me about this field trip?" He asks reading the paper over figuring it might be somewhere you wouldn't think he'd allow you to go. It was to fire house 51, why would you hide that from him. He had known there was a class coming to the house but he didn't know it was yours.

"Cause I don't want to go on it." You shrug putting your shoes on. He grabs a pen so he can sign it

"Why not bug? You love coming to the house." He says, as he signs the permission slip.

"This is different then going there with you." You say grabbing your bag. He looks at you questioningly.

"Please come. The guys would be so excited to see you." He says as Matt walks into the kitchen. You guys were still sharing a place with him. "Matt wouldn't everyone be excited to see y/n at the house today?"

"Yeah." He says confused.

"Dad, Uncle Matt it's not the same." You claim as he hands you the permission slip.

"I don't know what we're talking about." Matt says going around the counter to get a drink.

"Her class is coming on a field trip to the house today and she doesn't want to go." Severide says.

"What? Why not?"

"I just don't want to. Can we go now?" You ask putting your backpack on.

———

You sat on the bus on the way to the firehouse. You knew this was a bad idea but you were doing it cause your dad wanted you too.

"Hey Y/n?" You don't respond. "What? Cats got your tongue?" The guy behind you pushes your head.

"Leave me alone Brad." You mumble glaring at him.

"No what are you going to do cry to your mommy? Wait you don't have one." He laughs looking at his buddies.

"At least I have a dad that isn't a drunk." You quip back at him. He glares at you but sits back when the teacher looked your way. You looked out the window watching the building pass. It doesn't take long until the bus pulls into the firehouse. You stand up putting your bag back on and looking at your teacher.

"Okay everyone! Stay together no wandering off, listen to the firemen. They didn't have to let our class come by to see the firehouse but they did so be on your best behaviors. We're going to have pairs, that I'll be picking. So-." She goes through the names in alphabetical order by last name which was how she did the pairs. You crossed your fingers, Brad is right before you when going alphabetically. "Brad and Y/n." You groan looking at him and he just smirks. She eventually gets through all of the names. "Okay stay with your buddy at all times. Now single file let's get of the bus."

Everyone leaves the bus and finds their buddy. You stand before Brad frowning. Kelly and Matt were waiting to see if you'd come. Kelly hadn't mentioned it to anyone else. Matt was just curious mostly as to why you wouldn't want to come. Boden stands outside to greet the students and notices you rather quickly.

"Ms. Gates. Hello I'm chief Boden."

"Hello Chief nice to meet you. This is my class." She motions to the 12 3rd graders including you. You looked at squad table where your dad was grinning having seen you.

"Hello kids." He smiles. He decides not to greet you by name but he smiles back at you when you nod hello to him. "Welcome to firehouse 51. This is Otis he's going to be giving you a tour." Otis scans his eyes over the crowd of kids noticing you.

"Why do they call you Otis?" A girl in your class asks him.

"It's because I am the elevator guy." He explains.

"Oh." She says though she clearly still didn't understand.

"Okay lets start the tour!" He grins. You don't really pay attention since you've grown up in this firehouse. Brad seemed interested in it which meant he wasn't bullying you. Which means no one here knew you were being bullied. You had it handled, you didn't need to tell your dad.

You were intently listening to Otis talk about things you already knew. It was better then staying at the school you guess. Soon the tour was pretty much over. But because of Brad you got separated from the class. He got distracted looking at something, you tried to tell him to hurry up because you didn't want to get in trouble when Ms. Gates couldn't find him. He didn't listen though so now your separated from the group.

"This place is small I can find my way around it without Otis." He claimed after you pointed out that your were "Lost" you were you knew where you were but he didn't. "Now hurry up the teacher is going to notice cause you walk so slow."

"Uh huh." You mumble.

"Couldn't hear that." He teases laughing.

"You're just making us more lost." You say as he continues you taking you everyone except where you should be.

"Shut up. I know what I'm doing." He scoffs.

"Sure you do. Your just an idiot." You say under your breath. You didn't think he could hear you but he did.

"What did you say?" He asks halting his steps.

"I said you're just an idiot." You said a little louder. You looked around to see if anyone was around but nope of course not.

"Whatever at least I have a mom unlike you." You didn't say anything just walking toward the common area since you knew at least Mouch would be there. "Don't ignore me!" He says chasing after you pulling on your backpack to stop you.

"Hey." You yelped you didn't notice that Herrmann and Mouch were walking down the hall and saw you, they couldn't hear you guys but could see everything. They already knew you were here, they saw you with the class but they just waved. They didn't want to bother you when you were with friends. Well herrmann wanted to but Mouch stopped him. "Let go."

"What're you going to do huh? You're weak you can't do anything." Brad laughs in your face pushing you to the ground, you were quick to get up about ready to tackle him. The bullying was never physical it was just insults and stupid comments. You kicked him in the crotch causing him to fall to the ground. This was their cue to break it up.

"Woah there kids." Herrmann pulls him back right before he can fight back while mouch holds you back when he notices you try and swing at Brad.

"Why are you fighting?" Mouch asks, looking between you both.

"She kicked me for no reason! I was just trying to find someone cause we got lost." Brad lies.

"He pushed me! So I fought back." You said hoping they'd believe you. They knew the truth but you didn't know that. What you just did was starting to settle in and you were worrying about your dad's reaction.

"Okay kid." Herrmann looks down at Brad. "I'm gonna need you to tell the truth."

"I just did!"

"No you didn't! You pushed me I was just fighting back!" You argue. Mouch tightens his grip on you to make sure you don't try to fight him again.

"You're the liar. You kicked me for no reason!"

"Alright! We saw it happen. We want to know why it happened." Herrmann says sternly. You grew silent not wanting to admit it.

"She called me an idiot."

"Did you y/n?" Herrmann asks loosening his grip but keeping his hands on brad's shoulders so he could stop him if he did try anything. Mouch did the same with you noticing you calmed down a bit.

"Yeah I did."

"Wait how do you know her name?" Brad questions.

"Why did you call him an idiot?" Mouch asks ignoring Brad.

"He keeps commenting about how I dont have a mom... And he got us separated from the class and he claimed he knew what he did. And he is one!"

"Am not!" He argues.

"Yes you are!" You say before he tries to fight you again. Herrmann holds him back though while you lean back into Mouch to farther yourself from Brad.

"Take him back to their class. I need to talk to Y/n." Herrmann says to Mouch.

"Seriously how do you know her name?"

"My dad works here." You say. Brad's eyes widening but Mouch started leading him away before he could respond.

"How long?" Christopher asks you kneeling to be eye level with you.

"How long what?" You ask even though you knew.

"How long have you been being bullied and does your dad know?" He clarifies studying your face.

"Uncle Chris it doesn't matter." You say, you didn't want to talk about it.

"It does matter." You're family. Kelly is family so you're family. Maybe even a little more than kelly, you're his daughter's best friend and spend a lot of time at his house. Cindy watches you sometimes when Kelly is on shift, you have a nanny so normally your with her but when you can't be then you're with Cindy. "Even if you dont tell me I have to tell your dad."

"You can't! Uncle herrmann I have it handled."

"Handled? That didn't look handled."

"I just handled it. Please don't tell dad." You beg him. He shakes his head, he wants you to trust him, but he'd want kelly to tell him if he found out one of his kids were being bullied.

"You have to tell him or I will." He says before standing again. "I can be with you when you tell him. Now let's you get you back to the class."

"Okay." You mumble looking at ground.

"Y/n! I said no wandering and to stay by your buddy." The teacher says as you and Herrmann walk up.

"That's my fault Ma'am I had to talk to her about something so I sent her buddy back so I could." Herrmann explains to her.

"Okay. I guess that is fine then."

"Bye Uncle Chris." You say trying to shoo him away.

"You have a firemen as uncle?" One of your classmates ask grinning

"All of my uncles are firemen." You say which was true, you've known most of these people your while or most of your whole life, so you call them aunt and uncle. Other than Mouch and Otis they're just Mouch and Otis but you consider them your uncles either way. Herrmann smiles before walking out to the apparatus bay.

"Why didn't you mention that?" Ms. Gates asks.

"I thought you knew my dad was a firemen." You shrug. The teacher nods.

"Y/n you didn't tell your class about us?" Otis asks acting offending.

"Sorry Otis." You shrug before he goes back to the tour leading you all back to the apparatus bay to teach you about the equipment.

"Your dad works here?" Nate, one of Brad's friends asks in a whisper.

"Mhm." You nod not taking your eyes off of Otis. You could feel Herrmann and Mouch watching you as you sat beside Brad and his friends. They wanted to tell Kelly but wanted to see if you would first.

"Then who is he?" Jackson one of his other friends ask also whispering.

"Kelly severide." You motion to the table. Kelly talking to Capp about something.

"Really? Then why hasn't he said hi to you yet or talked to you?" Brad asks in a taunt.

"I dont know. Shush I'm trying to listen." You whisper looking over at herrmann.

"I bet you're lying just to get attention." He says louder than he meant making Otis look at you guys.

"Keep it down please so the people who want to learn can."

"Sorry." You say.

"If he's really your dad you'll go over and say hi to him."

"Ms. Gates would be mad if I leave the group again. I'm not doing it leave me alone Brad." You mutter

"That's cause he isn't your dad. You're lying for attention I knew it." Jackson laughs. You try to ignore them listening to Otis talk about something.

"Her dad is probably just some loser that's why she's lying." You look over at Herrmann and Mouch. They kept their eyes on you and the boys but were talking to each other.

"Your uncles won't be there next time." Brad says looking back at the firemen who glared at him, he turns back to Otis.

——

"Didn't she tell your kids?" Mouch asks herrmann.

"Annabelle didn't mention anything to me. Cindy would've said something if Annabelle told her." Hermann says looking at his friends.

"Severide doesn't know?"

"No. I heard from Casey that she didn't even want to come on this field trip. I guess we know why now." Herrmann says as your class comes out on to the apparatus floor again.

They watch you sit beside Brad and two other boys who were talking with Brad. The two men keep an eye watching you four talk. Noticing how you'd look at them every few minutes or so. They could hear one of the boys say you're lying for attention. They glared at Brad when he looked back at him. Brad turn around quickly, Herrmann smirks, he's never been happier to have a kid scared of him.

"Why are you glaring at that kid?" Dawson asks walking over to them.

"We caught y/n getting into a fight with that kid." Mouch says.

"He's been bullying her. She hasn't told anyone though." Herrmann says.

"Oh." Dawson say looking over at you, you are currently whispering to the guys next to you. "Have you guys told kelly yet?"

"No I'm giving her the chance to first. For now we watch." He says leaning back on the wall.

"Cause that isn't creepy." She chuckles patting his shoulder before walking away.

——

"Okay kids lets eat lunch and get back to school?" The teacher's voice breaks your thoughts. "Find a place to sit and eat with your friends just stay out of the way of the firefighters please." You get up and walk over to Herrmann and Mouch.

"Hey kid. Everything alright?"

"I'll tell dad... Not right now though I'll tell him tomorrow."

"Tell me what?" Kelly asks as he walks up behind you.

"Uh.." You look at herrmann for help. He nods slightly and you look back at your dad. "I'm being bullied... I got into a fight earlier."

"Who? Those boys you were talking to?" Kelly looks at them.

"Yeah. But dad im fine! I have it handled.." You say.

"Have you told your teacher?"

"No.. I haven't told anyone. Only reason they know is cause they caught us fighting." You mumble looking at the ground. You know you should've told him when it started but a lot has been happening lately that you thought it was better not to worry him.

"Okay... I'll talk to your teacher. Go sit at squad table and eat your lunch." Kelly says. "And bug please tell me next time."

"I will I promise. But I did totally win that fight! Ask them." You say proudly.

"Uh huh." He chuckles hugging you.

"Thank you guys." You say to mouch and Herrmann hugging them before running over to say hi to Capp.

"Thank you two for helping her." He says to the older men.

"Of course, if you found out my kids were being bullied id want you to tell me and Cindy." Herrman assures.

"Of course we'd tell you. Also she really did do some damage to that kid." Mouch says grinning. Kelly smiles shaking his head.

"Okay I need to talk to her teacher now. Thanks again."

—

"Hi Uncle Capp! Hi uncle Cruz!" You smile as you take your book bag off your back and sit in Kelly's seat.

"Hey baby Severide." Capp smiles. "What do you got for lunch?"

"A sandwich. Dad can only make a basic lunches." You say pulling the lunch box out.

"That's why we don't let him cook for us." Capp jokes.

"Who were those boys?" Cruz asked you.

"The guys who've been bullying me. But I already told dad and he's dealing with it." You say pulling out your sandwich.

"You're being bullied?"

"That's what I just said." You mumble taking a bite of the sandwich.

"Why didn't you tell us? We could've rough him up a bit for you." Capp jokes.

"I already did. I faught him in the hallway earlier and I won." You say smugly.

"Way to go." Cruz grins high-fiving you. "How did gig do it?"

"I kicked him in the crotch." You whispered. Capp laughs high giving you.

"Good job." He grins.

"Thanks." You say with your mouth full. You look over at your teacher and Kelly. He seemed frustrated but you couldn't hear what they were saying. "

"He'll get the teacher to do something about it. If she doesn't, you have a bunch of firemen who can scare him off for you." Cruz grins. You nod looking down at your food.

"Hey Y/n how was the tour?" Otis walks over to the table smiling at you.

"It was good. Sorry I missed some of it. Brad the guy I was paired with got distracted by something.. And than he wouldn't let me lead the way back."

"It's okay."

"Hey Otis our little y/n here got into a fight today and won." Cruz smirks proudly.

"No shit. When?" Otis leans on the table.

"When we got lost."

"That's what herrmann was talking to you about."

"Yeah. Him and Mouch had to break it up." You say grabbing your cookie from the lunch box. "Dad is talking to Ms. Gates about it." You motion to where kelly was at.

"It'll end up okay." Otis assures. Kelly walked back over looking angry.

"She said she can't do anything." He says sitting down in one of the chairs.

"What? Why not?"

"Something about school policy and kids needing to handle it themselves I don't know."

"That's bull shit." Cruz says. You look over at Brad and the other two boys. You thought it would end not that you told your dad but it won't of course.

"Hey we'll get him to stop. I have one rule though you don't start any fight okay? But you end them okay?" Kelly asks you taking your cookie and breaking a piece off of it before handing it back to you.

"Yeah I won't start any fights I promise."

"Good."

"So tell my y/n how did you win that fight?" Otis asks.

"Fight?" Sylvie asks walking over.

"What happened?" Stella says coming over as well.

"Our little severide here got into a fight." Cruz grins.

Even if you are being bullied, you know you'll always have support here.

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Deep Cuddling #21

brian zvonecek x fem!reader

a/n: i should be writing requests rn cause they’re lowkey piling up butttt i wanted to write this rq hehe sorry guys

warnings: fluffy

“Do you want me to hold you closer?” Brian whispers as he’s the big spoon on this tiny twin size mattress in the bunk room.

“No that’s not it, ugh—I just want to curl up inside of you. Is that weird?” You whispered back a little more frustrated as you guys physically can’t be any closer than you already are.

He chuckles lightly in your ear before you finally just stand up.

He sighs now semi irritated because this is probably the fourth time you’ve readjusted your whole cuddling position.

“Okay, you’re going to lay like this and then I’m going to lay like that and here,” You lay back down nuzzling your face in his chest, “Okay now wrap your leg around mine.”

“Like this?” He asks a little confused.

“Yes” You say satisfied.

“Are you comfy?” You ask a few seconds later hoping he is.

“Yep.” He says totally not comfortable but he doesn’t want you to fuss anymore.

“Yay,” you say with an audible smile, making him smile.

“I love you.” You both say in unison making you draw your head back to make eye contact with him and kiss him passionately.

“I love you more though.” You say finally getting the last word and closing your eyes for your nap.

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if you see me rewatching this scene over and over mind your business

it’s for…personal reasons

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As Fast As I Can

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Series: One Shot

Pairing/s: Otis x Reader

Warning/s: pregnancy/labour

Word Count: 726

Request: Can you write something like Brian Zvonecek’s wife (the reader) goes into labor when he’s on call and when he’s told she went into labor he freaks out and rushes to the hospital?

@captainpicardsstuff 

Your pregnancy so far had been a nightmare; the aches, the pains, the morning sickness, the hormones, but after two separate Braxton Hicks scares, you were ready to take this baby out yourself.

Otis had been staying home since the first supposed labour, taking leave just in case, but nothing was happening. Honestly, you were both getting a bit stir crazy since you'd been put on bedrest, and Otis' constant worrying about every time you winced or groaned as you moved was driving you up the wall, rushing over to see if it was your labour finally starting.

So you sent him to work.

Kicked him out really.

You needed some you time and you didn't want to have to murder your husband to get it.

Honestly, a part of him didn't need to be told twice.

He was a couple hours into his shift, on call at a traffic collision, when you actually did go into labour. And of course, now he wasn't answering his phone.

You had everything prepared from the first two near misses, but this feeling, right now, you knew this was the real thing. So on your way you tried every number from the firehouse you had, which was all of them.

No one picked up, and your contractions were getting worse as the taxi took you to Med, the driver casting very worried glances back like you'd give birth on his backseat.

Eventually, you got Kylie on the line by calling the firehouse line. "Firehouse 51-"

"Kylie, baby, now," you made out as another contraction came on, the timing terrible.

She didn't need any elaboration. "I'll make the call."

You could hear her radio Boden down the other end of the line, not hanging up on you yet. "Chief, sorry I know you're on a call, but Y/N's in labour-"

"I'll get Otis," came the reply before she could even finish and you couldn't help but be grateful for the family you were about to have around this baby.

You were pulling up to Med, so you had to hang up, but you had no doubt Otis was speeding over as fast as he could.

-

"Otis-" Boden called over, the fire out as overhaul began.

"Chief," Otis looked up, the expression on his face enough as his eyes went wide. The baby was coming. He knew he never should have gone into work today.

Practically dropping his halligan he ran over to his chief, tripping over the firehose and stumbling around before he reached him, the others offering him cheers and congratulations as he passed.

"I'll drive you," Boden offered, taking in the frantic look on his firefighters face, and smiled.

"Thank you," he said, near launching himself in the passengers side of Boden's car, his helmet falling off in the process. He just had time to grab it and close the door before Boden sped off, sirens on as they made their way to Med, Otis' heart pounding in his chest.

He barely let Boden stop before he jumped out the car, rushing in and asking where your room was. The nurse didn't need to ask whether he was the father.

Otis burst in just as you were getting ready to deliver, running up the stairs to the maternity ward as the elevator was packed and taking too long to come back down, uniform still on, panting and drenched in sweat.

"Sorry I'm late," he said between breaths as he put his hands on his thighs and inhaled deeply.

"You okay?" You managed to ask, also covered in sweat and in copious amounts of pain, the nurses and doctors all pausing momentarily around the sudden arrival.

"I just-" he panted, "need a minute to catch my breath."

"You need a minute to catch your breath!?" You screamed in pain at your last contraction, the doctors ready for your final push.

That snapped Otis out of his shock and daze as he really took you in, "right, right, sorry, sorry."

He rushed over and took your hand, trying to hide his wince at the vice like grip you put on his hand.

"You ready for the final push?" The doctor asked you, looking up at your face to let you know it was now or never.

You looked to your husband next to you and smiled, "I am now."

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“If you want me, come and get me” “In which way darling?” ~ with Otis🤍

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thank you so much!! // prompt: “If you want me, come and get me” “In which way darling?”

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Otis sat on the bed in the bunk room, watching as you scribbled on the pages in front of you. “Quit staring.” you mutter, eyes glued to the papers. 

“Take a break, y/n. Your brain’s gonna explode.” He laughed, laying back on the bed next to you. 

“Otis, shut up.” You groan. “The lieutenants’ exam is tomorrow and I need to study for this shit.” The pages flipping and the highlighter running across the paper were the only noises filling the room for the next few minutes. 

The man's eyes were fixed on you, watching as you intensely studied the pages in front of you; how you put your everything into this exam. 

“If you don't stop staring, it’s gonna start to seem like you want me, Brian.” you say and the use of his first name shifts something in the man. 

“Maybe I do want you.” he hums, arms folded behind his head. 

“If you want me, come and get me.” you roll your eyes at your friend, highlighting a few more lines. 

“In which way darling ?” he looks over at you and he’d never seen you move your head so fast in your life, you probably gave yourself whiplash. 

“Brian!” you laughed, tossing the highlighter at him. “You’re disgusting.” 

Matt comes out of his office, looking around and spotting the two of you on the beds. “What's all the noise?” 

“Nothing,” you tell him, “sorry dad.” you joke, the captain rolling his eyes at the two of you, a smile on his face.

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Me having to narrow is down to four characters to write for next month

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I Can’t Lose You. - Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek

Requested: yes

Word count: 810

Warnings: arguing but it ends happy so 🤸🏻✨

A/n: I couldn’t get the linking a gif to work but this is @winchesterszvonecek ‘s gif from this post.. actually i got it (thank you laptop) but bff this is still for you

Masterlist

“I can’t lose you.”

You and Otis didn’t fight a lot. In fact it was super rare and usually not even a fight. Just an argument . The difference being the arguments were always silly. What flavor skittle was the best (the green one.), your favorite Star Wars movie (Revenge of the Sith), which kind of soda was superior (Dr. Pepper.)

But this was a fight. Like actual yelling, crying and all. Your obliviousness was your achilles heel. You weren’t used to, well, people most of the time. Growing up you didn’t have many friends, you didn’t go out places most of college.

The only examples of the social life had been since you started seeing Brian a couple years ago and he basically swallowed you into his friend group who were truthfully always together.

Not that you complained because you loved them but still, everything was new to you. How were you supposed to know the guy that came up to you at the bar was flirting? “Bri, you know I don’t pick up on stuff like that!”

He wanted to believe you, but his own insecurities in himself more than anything picked at his rational, shoving it out the door. “You picked up on it when I was the one doing the flirting. When I was the one passing you drinks ‘on the house’ which you knew meant I was buying for you.”

“Yeah because I liked you! I wanted you to be flirting with me. I didn’t pick up on it, I just gave you my own googly eyes back.” You ran a hand down your face. “Look I’m not arguing with you over this, Brian. Either you believe me or you don’t. Pick.”

Your eyes darted over his, the anger and honestly, the fear, fighting against one another inside of you. You weren’t a liar. And you wanted to yell that at him. Force him to believe you. Because you hated this. All of this. But the other part of you was worried if you pushed him too much he just wouldn’t forgive you at all.

Otis wasn’t like that but truthfully this was also your first real fight. How did you actually know what he was like in them if you never got into one before? “Please believe me.” You couldn’t bear it in yourself to keep up the shield of anger. Not when the one thing you hated most was not being believed.

Instead, your previous emotion was fully replaced with fear. Undoubtful fear. “Please believe me because I can not lose you.” By now there were tears actively sliding down your face. You loved him. God did you love him. Every little molecule that made him had you swooning, always.

He had your attention the second you ran into one another at a cafe, literally. Your coffee down the front of his work shirt and everything. One of the most stereotypical meetcutes you could ever have but with how sweet he was when it happened? How could you not agree to hang out more?

Were you meant to turn him down? “You swear you didn’t notice?” Otis asked, his voice softer than before, the anger seeping out when he saw how your face twisted with sadness. You were his soft spot just as much as he was yours.

“I swear, Bri. I love you. Nobody else could even get me to pull my eyes away from you.” Hesitantly you stepped closer to him, grabbing his hands in yours. “You’re the love of my life, okay? If that guy was flirting, I didn’t realize because I didn’t care enough to. I care about you. Only ever you.”

Your words admittedly brought tears to the man’s eyes, nobody had ever been as sweet and caring as you were with him. Most of the time he was the second, even third choice. Half of him expected you to drop your attention from him to one of the ‘more attractive’ first responders the first night he brought you to Molly’s.

But you didn’t. Your body was glued to the edge of the bar, talking to him for the entire night. You were his before he even knew it. “Alright,” He let out a sigh, pulling you into a big bear hug. “I’m sorry. I really am. I just couldn’t bear the thought of losing you to some guy.”

“You won’t lose me. Ever. I’m here for the long run.” You took a pause, “And I’m hoping that you’ll figure that out soon enough and get moving.” Otis pulled away with a look of confusion on his face.

With a soft laugh you lifted your left hand, wiggling the fingers on it. “By the end of the year I’m really hoping this finger won’t be bare anymore.” You teased, leaning up to kiss his cheek, just happy that that crisis was easily averted.

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“ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ”  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

“ why don’t we hang out tonight? like we used to, you know? order in cheap take-out, watch crappy movies, go for a walk… whatever you want, right? “

Otis x fem

Loudest Silence - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ]

Prompt: “Why don’t we hang out tonight? Like we used to, you know? Order cheap take-out, watch crappy movies, go for a walk… Whatever you want, right?”

Word Count: 1066

Warnings: female!reader, mentions of trauma

A/N: i feel like this sucks so if it does, sorry!

Masterlist | Otis Masterlist

It was part of the job description for firefighters to see things that most people were lucky enough to go their whole life without seeing, you knew that when you signed up. You knew you’d more than likely see something that reminded you of your own history, your own trauma and pain. But to see something that was pretty much identical to how your dad died. To see another father lie atop his whole family, shielding them from the flames that so quickly took his life, well it was rough. More rough than anything you’d seen on the job and honestly, you had no idea how you were even going to recover from this.

The second you went home you knew you wouldn’t be leaving the house until your next shift, if you could even manage that as you had no clue how you could even walk back into that firehouse after seeing what you’d seen. You’d managed to stay strong the rest of the day, only had a brief moment where you cried in the shower until the next call but the second you arrived back at your apartment, the weight of the incident came raining down on you like a ton of bricks and it was a rain that you just couldn’t seem to find any shelter from.

It had barely been an hour since you arrived home that you soon heard a knock at your door, a very specific rhythmic knock that made you well aware of who was on the other side without having to look through the peephole. You weren’t surprised that Otis had shown up, he was the only one who knew about your past after all, but you were just surprised at how long it had taken him to do so as you’d expected him to show up immediately after work. Hell, you were surprised he hadn’t been waiting inside your apartment having beat you there from the firehouse.

You knew you couldn’t ignore him, couldn’t shut him out like you’d normally do. He was your boyfriend now, someone you were meant to rely on, someone who was meant to comfort you in moments like this, which is why after the second, rhythmic, knock against your door you forced yourself up and onto your feet before shuffling slowly towards the thin piece of wood that stood between you and the only person you could ever want to see right now.

The fact that you even opened your apartment door came as a surprise to Otis, who had half expected to have to use his halligan to pry it open. He knew better than to badger you when you got like this, but what you’d all seen last shift was rough, especially for you, which is why he couldn’t fathom the idea of you dealing with this alone.

“Can I come in?” Otis asked hesitantly, catching the dark circles beneath your eyes that were even more prominent now that you’d taken off what had remained of your makeup.

You nodded, biting anxiously at the skin on your lip before you stepped back, opening the door more to allow him to step inside before you closed it behind him, quickly locking it so as to not end up with more visitors coming to check on you. You already had all you needed right now so you didn’t want anyone else sticking their nose in where it didn’t belong.

“You okay?” Otis asked softly, standing behind you as you slowly turned to face the room. Your eyes shifted around your living room, becoming glassier with each second of silence that passed and with the way your lip trembled furiously, Otis already knew the answer to his question.

“Not really.” You shook your head, a shaky, hitching breath leaving the back of your throat. “I can’t… I can’t…”

“Hey, shh, it’s okay.” Otis whispered, pulling you into his arms where you immediately broke down, his shirt already stained with tears and he’d only just wrapped his arms tightly around your shaking body. “You’re okay now.”

You clung tightly to him, your chest heaving with each pained sob that left your lips, breaking Otis’s heart the second they reached his ears. He didn’t like seeing you like this, crying so much that he thought you might throw up, but if he had to choose then he’d much rather have you cry like this while he was there to hold you, to comfort you, than to even have to think about you spending a single second by yourself whilst in this condition.

“Why don’t we hang out tonight?” Otis suggested when you’d finally pulled back, your face stained with tears which you tried to frantically wipe away before he took hold of your trembling hands, placing soft kisses on your knuckles. “Like we used to, you know? Order cheap take-out, watch crappy movies, go for a walk… Whatever you want?”

“I don’t know if I’d be the best company right now.” You whispered, sniffling softly as you gripped the sleeves of his jacket tightly, afraid that he’d take your words literally and leave you. Just because you didn’t think you’d be much fun to hang out with, didn’t mean you didn’t want him to stay with you.

“You don’t have to be, sweetheart.” Otis said assuringly, wiping your tears with his thumbs. “I don’t care what we do. I don’t care if you sit in silence all day and just stare at the wall because I’m staying with you… And I’m not leaving until I know you’re gonna be okay.”

“I don’t want you to leave.” You replied so quietly that it was barely audible, your fingers tightening around the soft material that covered his arms. “I don’t want you to ever leave.”

“Good, because I’m not.” Otis shook his head, pushing a few loose strands of your hair from your face before his hand settled on the side of it. “I’m gonna stay so long that you end up getting sick of having to see my dumb face.”

“Your face isn’t dumb.” You said softly, lifting your own hand to gently brush your thumb down the side of his moustache, feeling the way his cheeks lifted a little as he couldn’t help but smile. “It’s cute… You have the cutest face I’ve ever seen and I could never, ever get sick of seeing it.”

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otis has sensed something sussy among us 👹

[neapolitantoebeans]

well I’ve known that Otis was gonna die for a while but actually watching the episode for the first time is HEART WRENCHING

I got so distraught that now my cat is over here laying on me to try and calm me down

[badassbiburgerbob]

I like Gallo. I really do. But I will forever be pissed that they had to kill Otis to give us Gallo.

And I will never recover from losing Otis. Rewatching that episode is just as heart wrenching if not more so than the first time around.

Kinda how we had to lose Dawson to get Ritter. I personally despise how they went about writing her out. But Ritter is adorable and I will kill all who attempt to harm him. Definitely one of my faves.

Still forever mad that they killed Otis. Will legitimately never forgive them.

[redpool]

I love him so much.

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