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100 Compliments - #72 "You always look good."

Brian “Otis” Zvonecek x fem because Otis always does look so good in everything he wears 😍

You Always Look Good - Brian 'Otis' Zvonecek

Summary: Otis dresses up for a shift at Molly's in hopes of impressing you.

A/N: Sorry this took so long to write! School has been crazy!!

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"Look at you," Stella teased, pinching Otis' side as she walked past him behind the bar at Molly's . 

Otis flinched at the feeling, shoving her hand away, as his cheeks reddened. "I look the same as I always do," he defended. Still, he straightened the button down shirt that he was wearing, navy with little pineapples printed all over it. 

Stella was unbothered by Otis' defensiveness. She stopped and looked back at him, eyes traveling up and down as she assessed him. "I don't know, something different 'bout you tonight," she replied, "you do something to your hair?"

"No," he insisted, running a hand subconsciously through his hair. 

Sensing his unusually high nerves, Stella offered him a smile, "okay. I'm not trying to give you a hard time, I promise." 

Just like she knew he would, Otis deflated, leaning against the bar and looking toward the door of Molly's before looking back at Stella. "I've been...putting feelers out...I met someone, here. She works at the hospital and she's...she's awesome. Incredible. Gorgeous. And I just wanna ya know, look good."

Before Stella could respond to his spiral of nerves, a voice cut in from the other side of the bar, "you always look good."

Otis' eyes went wide and he turned quickly to see the very person of his affection, you, standing there smiling at him. 

"Hey," you gave a small wave, leaning against your side of the bar as if that might lessen the distance the wooden countertop created between you and Otis. 

Stella backed away, smiling from ear to ear and no doubt going to find Herrmann or Mouch (or anyone that she could gossip with about you and Otis and how red he had turned when you told him that he looked good). 

"Hey," he replied, mimicking your wave but quickly lowering his hand in case you could tell how clammy his palms felt right now. If Cruz was here he would definitely give him a hard time for acting like this. Not that anyone could accuse him of being suave but he wasn't lacking in confidence either. Well, he was lacking in the kind of confidence Severide or Casey possessed but he had a decent amount. "Can I, uh, get you a beer? Or something?"

"A beer is good," you replied, taking a seat on one of the stools and watching Otis as he grabbed a bottle of Blue Moon for you, "so...I'm awesome?" 

"And incredible," he admitted, a smile creeping onto his face, "and gorgeous." 

"A triple threat," you teased, "guess we're evenly matched then?"

It took a few seconds for the words to process in Otis' head, the recognition slowly taking over as he nodded almost dumbly, full on smile breaking through and ears going as red as the rest of his face was. "Yeah?" He meant to sound less like a question but he couldn't help the way his voice raised at the end of the word, turning it into uncertainty. 

"Definitely," you replied holding up your pointer finger as you listed out the first of three things, "awesome: you watched all the Star Wars movies with me in one sitting -"

"I mean, you can't not celebrate May 4th correctly."

You held up your middle finger next, ignoring him, "Incredible: you literally save people's lives like, on the daily," finally you held up your thumb, "Gorgeous: self-explanatory. Look at you."

Otis leaned against the bar, trying to look casual and not completely flustered by your comment.  "Well, I can't argue with that."

You laughed, "oh can't you?" and leaned over the rest of the way to kiss him. 

"Hey! No PDA with the customers Otis!" Herrmann shouted from the other side of the bar. 

You pulled away trying to fight a smile as you looked down the bar to Herrmann, Mouch, and Stella, who had obviously been watching you and Otis the entire time. 

"How late are you working then?" You asked, "I mean, how many bartenders does this place need tonight?" You glanced around Molly's, slow for a random Tuesday, and then back to Otis, "not that I'm suggesting you ditch your job."

"No, of course not," he said, already turning to Herrmann, "I'm gonna head out, seems like you and Stella have it covered."

"Whoa-"

"Have fun!" Stella cut in, smiling mischievously, "be safe!"

"Oh god," the pink cheeks were back on Otis as he rounded the counter to meet you on your side. 

"Hey, she didn't pay for her beer!" Herrmann realized as he watched you and Otis make a break for the door. 

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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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Right in front of you | Leslie Shay

Pairing: Leslie Shay x Reader Reader pronouns used: she/her Prompt: "Is that a hickey?" Masterlist | Chicago Fire masterlist | Words: 1k

You loved to cook at the firehouse around the corner, on your days off from the family owned restaurant you worked at. Besides loving to cook, it was also a way for you to see your girlfriend when she was on shift. The environment at 51 was also not bad, you loved being around the people that Shay called her family, even though most of them didn’t know you and Shay were a thing. The two of you didn’t mind people knowing, you just didn’t want to make telling people such a big deal. Severide and Dawson knew for sure as they were her best friends, and maybe some other people had guessed and just never mentioned it. There were however also a few people that were definitely still clueless, like Cruz and Otis, as they were about to prove to you once again, you realized when you saw them walk in with their eyes focussed on you.

“Good morning boys, how was the call?” You ask as you put some scrambled eggs and bacon on a plate for each of them. Cruz was quick to give you an answer, priding himself on saving the day. “I rescued an old lady from her house before it was engulfed in flames.” Otis quickly chimes in, “Not before I located her and told you where to find her.” It was adorable how hard they were trying.  “Sounds like a great start to the day, then.” You smile. 

You had been coming to prepare food at the station for a few months now. When Shay had breakfast duty one day she asked if you could prepare breakfast for take out at the restaurant, after she relayed the many compliments the team gave to the food, you had suggested coming over to cook breakfast in the firehouse once a week, much to Shay and the team's liking. 

Not a day at the firehouse went by without Cruz and Otis trying to flirt with you. Not responding to their flirts or not showing the same interests back didn't stop them from trying every time, though. You had mentioned it to Shay after the first time it happened, wanting to be open about it. She just laughed at their antics with you, before she pecked your lips and told you, “You just tell them off or tell them about us if it gets annoying, okay?” So far, you had just found it funny, and decided to see how long they were going to keep this up, still not in any way giving them a signal that you were interested in them, of course.

You were still making scrambled eggs when Shay and Dawson got back from their call. They walked right up to you for their food, a cup of coffee, and of course they started a conversation with you. When they sat down with the rest of the team Shay overheard Cruz and Otis whispering amongst themselves. “We should start a bet on who will be able to get y/n to go on a date with them first.” She exchanges a look with Dawson, both of them working hard on keeping their laughter in. Shay, like you, thought their antics were hilarious, so she didn't stop them, unless you would get uncomfortable by it. 

Shay joins the conversation of their other teammates. She gets tired of her hair in her face so she puts her hair up in a quick messy bun. “Wow, Shay, is that a hickey?” Mills gasps. Dawson turns Shay's head her way so she can see for herself. “Sure looks like a hickey, Mills, never seen one before?” The brunette jokes. The rest of the team starts bombarding your girlfriend with questions, you look over to the group as it starts quite the commotion. “Okay, okay, calm down. You all get one question.” Shay says, knowing these people well enough to know they were going to drop it.

Capp starts off the questioning round. “Is she hot?” He immediately gets a shove to the shoulder by Tony, “Was that seriously the best you could do?” After he shrugs, Shay answers, “Yes, she's very hot.” Mills goes next, “One night stand?” She shakes her head, “No.” The team shares a look before Casey asks the next question, “Does Severide know who it is then?” Severide answers that one, letting the team know that he does. Otis decides to ask the next question, “Do we know her?” Shay noticed that you were walking towards the table with your own plate of food. “Yes, you do.” She says. You can see their brains working overtime, and have to try to hold in your laugh, as you sit down besides Shay. 

You share a look with Shay, letting her know that however she wants to handle this, it is okay with you. She smiles and puts her arm over the back of your chair. “It's really not that hard to think of a person that you all know.” She says, pulling their eyes back to her. The arm on your chair makes its way to your side, as she pulls you closer to her. “She's literally sitting right in front of you.” After finishing her sentence she places a kiss on your forehead and keeps holding you close. Most of the reactions to the news were comments along the lines of that’s great, congratulations, or you’ve got to keep this one around followed by Mouch pointing to the food and then giving a thumbs up. Of course, those reactions were all great, however, your favorite reactions were those of Cruz and Otis. Their eyes widened when they realized they had been flirting with Shay’s girlfriend for weeks. 

The newly found information made the team quickly forget about the hickey that started the conversation, as the team was happy to see Shay so happy with you. They continued asking you both questions, how did you meet? and how long have you been together? until the alarm rang and all companies were being called to a scene. Shay kisses you before getting up, “Thank you for breakfast, baby.” 

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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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TRUE COLORS - BRIAN "OTIS" ZVONECEK

'Cause my boy Otis deserves better

Summary:When you spend your time at 51, you draw Otis on the sly. Everyone notices it, except him. Until fate gets in the way

Word Count: 2.5 k

Maybe it's the way he moves his hands. Maybe it's how he moves the dark curls from his face. Maybe it's the way he wrinkles his nose when he's tired after the shift and starts working at Molly's, tirelessly.

Or it's the way he writes, with his head slightly tilted to the left.

It could be just the way the light fits between his features and makes him pure, bringing out his light skin stained by many small moles. Perhaps it's his dark eyes.

You really don't know. You just can't help but drawing him.

You'd like to draw his eyes after you've seen them even closer and realized how deep they really are, because you're sure they are, more than anything else in the world. Or, again, maybe it's the way he curls his lips as he smiles.

It's probably all together and he doesn't even realize it while a few meters away you're crouched on a chair, in a corner of the 51, almost invisible and your hand moves over a sheet and captures his image, without mistakes or smudges. You could be drawing Brian with your eyes closed by now.

"Are you still here?" Your half-sister, Leslie, asks, noticing you. You've been spending a lot of time at the 51 lately (and equally at the Molly's) officially because you're soon to be Boden's new secretary, secondly to spend time with Lesley. What you didn't expect was to find yourself spending most of your free time observing Brian, scribbling his face here and there, forcing yourself from time to time to portray other colleagues as well so as not to arouse suspicion. "Let me work Lesl" You reply, letting the pen run across the paper noisily. "Our Little Artist" Kelly teases you, ruffling your hair.

"When will you set up an exhibition with our portraits?" Herman asks, chuckling. "That wouldn't be a bad idea you know" Mills replies, winking. "Think about it y/n" You smile uneasily.

"I should find better models" You reply as Cruz and Otis - Brian - shake their heads. "Listen to the nonsense" Your eyes meet and you smile at him and he reciprocates before the siren of the imminent call forces him to leave. You sigh.

He fascinates you just like he torments you, you long for him and at the same time you are afraid to get to know him better. There's something sweet, genuine about him and you admire his courage and his work, but at the same time you're terrified because deep down what do you have to offer? What can make you interesting to him? You're just a failed student who needs to work here to make some money, a failed artist who has lost her inspiration, who can't help her sister in a difficult moment, who didn't get a degree, who can't control the emotions.

"You never color it" Boden has noticed one day, admiring your drawings. "I think it would ruin it" You have replied. The truth is that you are convinced that to do this, especially when it comes to Brian, you should need to see the color gradations of his skin, his face, his freckles or his eyes. It is incorrect to portray a subject and complete it inaccurately. You will use color on his drawings when and if you can see him at very close range. Closer than the Molly's counter or the 51. For now you settle for pencil or pen.

Sometimes you dwell too much on his well-defined lips. It's one of the parts you like to draw the most, after the eyes. Then you look at the finished drawing and wonder if you are experiencing something that will never happen, or not experiencing it at all. And with every call they come back with wounded expressions from a difficult intervention and some new scar on the body or the soul ans you wonder if it really makes sense to waste all this time.

It must be said : fate works in a curious way at times.

You're -again- drawing Brian, he's wearing his uniform and he's approaching the truck laughing with Mouch. The 51 is quieter than usual today and there are few calls, an unusual thing but you don't mind. You smile when Brian turns to face you and pretend to be focusing on someone else, momentarily terrified that he will think you're crazy. You place your pen on the table in front of you, tie your hair into a spooky ponytail, then start over with the care you reserve for important things. Brian  sighs, turning back in your direction, Mouch's hand on his shoulder as he shakes his head repeatedly. You wonder what they're talking about, you get the distinct feeling that it's you, and you feel your heart pounding in your chest.

Stupid little girl.

" Someone has a crush" it's a voice behind you. The worst voice you could hear in this situation: Joe Cruz. Brian's best friend, roommate, his other half.

"Of all of us Otis? Why?" Cruz sits across from you, a hand under his chin and an inquisitive expression on his face that does not hide his happy grin. And you're terrified, now there's no way Brian won't know about it now. "I don't have a crush. I draw all of you Cruz" you reply, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks.

"Yeah sure. You draw me once in a while, once of Herman, maybe three times of Kelly because it's particularly handsome, but I'm sure most of them are about Otis." You shake your head.

"What makes you think that?"

"I've been watching you Little Shay. You know, it's pretty obvious. You're not as good as you think at hiding." You open your eyes suddenly and feel your face get hot with embarrassment. Brian's eyes are still fixed on you and this with Cruz's words short-circuit you.

"If I were you I'd make a move" You need some fresh air. You get up and head for the exit, forgetting the notebook with your drawings on the table in a hurry.

When you come back for it, an hour and two cigarettes later, it's gone.

Two days, seven hours and a new notebook later, your half-sister has abandoned you at Molly's, a beer in front of you to finish and the light chatter of the last remaining customers. Someone sits next to you and lets their chair clatter to the floor. You don't turn around and stay focused on the beer because you know all too well who's next to you. Your senses alert, your heart furious. Brian.

"It's amazing" the voice is warm, but slightly high in pitch and secretly insecure. You shrug. "Thank you" you reply. Your brain is so muddy that you don't even wonder what it's referring to

"This is yours" now you look up and you see it. Brian's hand just reaching out to give you back the notebook. You stare at him dumbfounded. You admire the way the light falls on his face, how he smiled lightly and the lips you've always drawn so carefully, even more beautiful at that non-distance. For several seconds you don't say anything, but you stay still to study him, to study his colors, his embarrassed, sweet expression. Everything seems to stop to you.

"Otis, can you close?" Question Herman before leaving the pub, making you awaken and ashamed at the same time, realizing what you're getting into. You take the notebook without saying a word and start to get up and leave, but the boy's hand stops you, gently grabbing you by the wrist. It is soft, despite the hard work his skin is not rough. His warm skin seems to burn yours, leaving invisible marks.

You look at his fingers wrapped around your wrist, then at him, his dark eyes still fixed on you. He lets you go slowly, almost reluctant to break the contactn and you realize that he has the power to make you sit back, without saying a word.

"Sorry," you say sheepishly, looking away and letting your hair fall in front of your face to cover the blush on your cheeks.

"You shouldn't apologize" He replies, continuing to observe you. You feel his hand approaching your face, his fingers lingering near your hair, and you know what he's about to do, and you wish he would. You would like to him slowly pull your hair back, put it behind your ear, to let his big fingers slide against your skin and you would like to tilt your head to one side, to let yourself go to that contact. But he doesn't.

After a few moments he pulls his hand away, thinking maybe he's going too far.

Sure, your notebook is filled with portraits of him, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything.

"You're good" He whispers. "You're really good little Shay, you shouldn't waste such a talent." You just smile, let a sheepish chuckle leave your lips. Brian doesn't say it, but he feels like he's never heard a better sound in his life. He wonders how he didn't notice it before. Of course, as soon as you arrived at 51 he immediately set his sights on you, but he never really did it with an intention: partly because you are Shay's little sister, partly because he never thought he had any chance despite what Cruz said.

In short, Cruz doesn't always have brilliant intuitions when it comes to women.

Maybe Dawson's jokes could have enlightened him, sure, but anyway...Brian has never been a phenomenon with girls, in a barracks full of men like Kelly Severide why would you have to look at him? And instead you looked at him all the time, drew him so much that it filled entire pages, tracing his features with a pen and making him look much more handsome, bold, courageous, appreciable than he probably was. Because you see him this way.

"At first I didn't know whether to come to you or keep the notebook," he admits. "Then I thought it was a good excuse to talk to you."

"You don't need an excuse to talk to me Brian" you answers automatically, without thinking. He smiles, feels his heart melt in his chest. Hardly anyone calls him Brian, especially at the station.

"I needed to find the courage" he murmurs, clearing his throat. "It's easy in the barracks, between one joke and another but talking... I mean for real... It is different. Especially with someone like you"

"Someone like me?" you raise an eyebrow as he smiles. He is impossibly beautiful as his cheeks turn pink.

"An interesting girl, a curious one. An artist y/n"

"You're the only one who thinks of me like that. Artist."

He shakes his head. "That's not true, we all think so and if you start showing your drawings the whole world would do it" You shyly grab his hand which is still on the table.

"Thank you, you don't know how much this means to me." He hold yours back and intertwines his fingers with yours. He seems made to hold your hand, he seems born to grab you, to keep you close. And you wonder if hugging him gives the same effect, if even his lips are made to kiss yours.

"Listen, y / n ...." he takes on a serious tone of voice and you almost worry.

"Why have you never colored me? I mean, do you see me in black and white somehow? Does my aura tell you something? I'm not an artist, so I don't really know how these things work, but it scared me to death. Do you see me in any strange way?" he looks nervous

"Is that what worries you?"

"What else should?"

"I mean you find the notebook of someone who drew you too many times to count and you're worried about the fact that I don't color you?" you use a hint of sarcasm, realizing this confuses you.

Part of you feared there would be a different reaction, not anger knowing Otis, but at least a detachment, a rebuke. Anyone else would have been upset, but not him, he seems happy. He studies you carefully.

"You think I haven't seen you?" Your eyes widen and total silence envelops you. "What?" You're the one who doesn't understand now.

"Do you really think I haven't noticed that you spent your time looking at me and drawing me?" he shakes his head, amused by your shocked expression  "You've been going on like this for months, aren't you going to pretend that you don't believe me?"

"I..." You can't say more. He laughs and you look at him, and then start laughing , because Brian has written "liar" on his forehead. "No, you didn't understand a damn thing my dear Brian" You retort.

"Oh I don't, but Cruz does. It was just hard to believe"

"And why?"

Brian doesn't answer, he caresses his goatee thoughtfully and you understand that you won't get the truth. Not yet. "Because you're beautiful y/n, people like you fly too many meters higher then me. In short..."

"I've looked at you from the start, Brian." You confess, this time without shame, your will to make him happy is stronger than any embarrassment. You know he needs to know it, to realize his value, for once to be the protagonist, the hero of your story, of your drawings, of your life. Him and no one else.

When silence returns, he turns to you again.

"So? Why didn't you color me?"

"I've never colored you because... I had to see you up close, really close, to be able to color you the way I want" you simply reply and he opens his mouth to say something, but he can't formulate anything, not when you continue. "Modigliani painted empty eyes, without pupils, because he couldn't paint what he didn't know: the souls of the people he was portraying. He only painted those of his partner Jeanne. I suppose it's the same for me. I can't color you without knowing the your true colors, without knowing what undertone your skin is or the paths that the veins form on your body."

Without realizing it, you've started to run your fingertip along his wrist, where the vein pulsates under the skin.

"Do you think." His voice is hoarse, scratched with emotion and excitement. "Do you think you'll give me the chance to let you find out?" He asks shyly. You nod with a slight smile.

"Are you asking me out Brian?"

"I'm asking you for dinner, then let's see what happens."

"Only one?"

"Maybe more than one"

[nineteen-nineseven]

part 3. beyond (final) inspired by this and this

941 words.

Glimpses of the last hours floated through his memory like clouds on a warm summer day. The taste of liquor burning the back of his throat. His sore muscles. The sound of heavy breathing echoing inside the room. Did all that really happen? The first rays of sunshine gently caressed his eyes, awaking him from his slumber as an invitation to see with his own eyes that yes, everything had really happened. 

He slowly returned to his senses, only to realize that the room he was in was not his. In fact, it was an entirely new place. The sun shone directly in front of the tall windows that faced the bed, slowly lighting up the room as it rose in the sky. Before he could properly make out the silhouette sleeping beside him, a gust of wind gently blew a lock of her hair over his face. She twitched at the cold morning breeze hitting her skin and instantly pulled the covers over her shoulder. Brian watched the peaceful scene as his memory recalled the events that led to this moment.

He was still confused from one of his best friends confessing to having feelings for him. In fact he was even more confused after waking up on her bed merely a few hours after said confession. He wasn’t the type to be a jerk and take advantage of her feelings for him. Then why the hell did he sleep with her? He questioned himself while watching her move in her sleep. “Do I like her? I don’t wanna hurt her feelings…” his mind raced with thoughts, making his heart beat faster too. She was a fantastic girl. Truly, one of a kind. And they had such a great connection too. What was not to love about her? 

Nothing. The answer was nothing. She was exactly the type of girl he would do anything for just to even look at him. And yet, why did it happen the other way around? Why was she the one that fell first? Why did he not notice her in that way before? Endless questions popped up in his head, as in an effort to make a decision before she woke up. He couldn’t have her feelings hurt once again by simply not having an answer. But how could he have an answer for her if he couldn’t even begin to articulate how he felt about her?

His internal debate was interrupted by her turning around to face him. He froze in place as she reduced the space between them. Her face was now close to his and her warm breath heated his already flushed cheeks. Her disheveled hair glowed as the daylight hit her brown, messy curls, making her look even more angelic. He sighed in relief as he noticed that she was still sleeping. His heart rate gradually came down as he watched her sleep so beautifully. And oh, was she beautiful.

More minutes had passed and the sun was no longer timidly lighting up the corners of the city. The day had already begun in Chicago. Voices could be heard on the street and the smell of coffee from one of the neighbors had filled the apartment. For Brian, however, things were still the same. He was lying on his back staring at the ceiling, his mind still spinning with thoughts and feelings. His thoughts were once again disturbed by the woman beside him moving in her sleep, except this time she seemed to be muttering words he couldn’t quite make out. He patiently waited for her to fully regain her senses, smiling at the scene. 

“...good morning” she finally said coherently, to which he chuckled softly. There was something almost adorable about the way her heavy accent came out in moments where she wasn’t policing her pronunciation to “speak perfect english”, as she would say herself. 

“How long have you been up?” the sleepy woman asked, rubbing her eyes. “Just a few minutes, I guess. I wasn’t really keeping track”. He adjusted himself to face her and pulled the covers up to his chest.  “Did you sleep well?” he asked, not really knowing what to say. 

She nodded. “I’d guess you didn’t, since you’re not usually up this early.” She teased, a gentle grin forming on her lips. “You didn’t give me much of a choice, really” he returned the comment, “you’ve given me a lot to think about”. 

She chuckled uncomfortably, looking down. “I’m sorry about that. Definitely there was a better way to do that.” 

“Don’t apologize. I never said it was a bad thing.” He moved a strand of hair from her face, placing it behind her ear. “I really like you, I would never get mad over that.” his hand gently resting on her face. 

Her heart sank a little. “Yes but… “ The words escaped her mind for a few moments. “It can be a one-time thing, if you want. There’s no reason to make it a big deal…” 

“But I want to,” he interrupted. “One of my best friends is in love with me. I can’t just ignore this.” Her eyes locked on his, as she was too stunned to speak. “Look,” he scooted closer to her, resting a hand on her lower back, “I don’t wanna rush things either, but… I also don’t wanna run from this, you know?” She sighed heavily and he placed a quick kiss on her lips. “I want to give us a try. I’d be foolish if I didn’t.” 

[libraryofloveletters]

oooo a Otis and Reader one where the reader is a new paramedic on 61 and Otis really likes her but keeps making jokes around her and flustered whenever she gets close to him until Shay and Matt knock some sense into Otis

Shut Up & Kiss Me 

Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek x Reader 

Warnings: little bit of awkward flirting, teasing from shay, matt and shay being the king and queen of advice that somehow works, alcohol and the consumption of, a lil bit of jealously from otis

Word Count: 3.1k

Author’s Note: this has been sitting in my inbox for like forever and I finally started watching cf again and I got the motivation for finish it soooo here we are 

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House 51 was on hour 16 of a 24 hour shift. Everyone was sprawled out across the house - some of the guys in the bunks, some on the app floor and the rest of you were in the common room. 

Otis walks from the kitchen towards the couch, you were sitting on the one seater because Herrmann and Mouch were on the other one with Pouch between them. He looked around before turning to head to the table with the bowl of popcorn tucked under his arms. 

“Otis!” you call, he stops in his tracks and turns to face you again. 

“Come sit beside me,” shifting towards one side of the chair, making space for him and patting the spot next to you. His brows furrow, hesitating before taking a seat towards you. 

You could feel all the eyes in the room shifting between you and Otis. There had been something between the two of you though you couldn't quite place what it was. 

You had started at 51 a few months ago and when you arrived, Otis was the first one to talk to you and ask you out for a drink but as friends, of course. It seemed that you made his fluster more than anyone else for some reason. 

“C’mon, I don't bite.. not unless you want me too.” you smile sweetly at the man standing across from you. 

His eyes wide as he lets out a breath. “I’m joking, come sit before your popcorn gets stale,” patting the spot beside you once more. Otis hesitantly joins you, but the chair is way too small for both of you to sit side by side. 

He’s awkwardly leaning to one side while you’re trying to keep to yourself and not squish him. Plus the heating in the house has been on and off all day and they can't get anyone to come fix it anytime soon, so everyone is bundled up in sweaters and the extra clothing is not helping right now. 

“Okay, you know what?” you say, getting up. 

You lift the bowl from his lap, taking a seat on his lap instead. Your back is against the arm rest and your legs are swung over the other one with the bowl of popcorn on your lap. 

“Much better.” Settling comfortably on his lap, you notice that he shifted slightly. “I’m not too heavy, am I?” you joke, Otis flashes you a smile. “No, you’re perfect.” 

One of his arms comes around and rests on the arm rest, the hand resting against your back. The other arm is tossed over your legs, ever so often reaching for the popcorn. Dawson and Shay were walking into the living room when they stopped.

“Well, what do we have here?” Shay smirks, walking over to you and Otis, Dawson only a step behind her. 

“Watching a movie, and right now you’re in front of the screen” Otis mumbles the last part, making you smile. You pat his cheek, hand caressing his face now. 

“I didn’t know you two had a call.” you look at the girls, “yeah, the old lady slipped and busted her hip. She’s over at med now” Dawson fills you in before grabbing Shay’s arm. 

“We should try and get some sleep, we’ll leave you two alone” 

“We’re not-” They’re gone before you can finish your statement and you realize that you two were alone. Everyone had seemed to disappear. Otis was comfortable and you were too so why say anything and ruin the moment. 

You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t have a little crush on him. 

The two of you flirted constantly but it was always followed by a “I'm just kidding” or a “relax, not serious” so you never did take each other seriously. Plus, he never really made it seem like he was interested in you in anyways so you just played along with it. 

Otis shifted in the chair, making himself comfortable before relaxing under you. You lean into him, your head on his shoulder. 

To anyone that didn’t know you two, they’d have to think that you’re dating from the way you were sitting. 

Not a word was spoken for the next hour, the two of you watching the movie that was playing on tv before deciding to get some sleep before the alarm went off. A night shift without an alarm is a rarity at 51 so they take it when they can. 

“I’m gonna put this in the sink,” you stand, bowl tucked under your arm. Otis stood, hands shoved in his jacket pockets. “I’ll wait for you.” 

You rejoined him by the couch before he gestured for you to go first. Smiling, you press a kiss to his cheek. “Such a gentleman, but I'm not walking through the house without you,” your comment makes him blush and he really hopes you can’t see it under the dimmed lights. 

You link arms with him, the two of you making your way to the bunks. 

The guys were tossed on their own beds, Shay and Gabby in their own bunks as well. Matt’s office lights were out but you could hear his little snores from the hallway and Kelly was dozed off with his head on his mountain of paperwork he had on his desk. 

“Uh-” Otis stood in front of the last empty bed. Your brows furrow, internally you were thanking whoever caused this. 

“How is there only one bed? I thought we-” 

“Clarke came in last minute” Otis whispers, not wanting to wake anyone. 

Walking past Otis, you kick off your shoes and get into bed. “I’ll take the couch,” he gives you a small smile, offering to do the gentlemanly thing. 

“Brian,” the sound of your voice put a halt to any movement he was going to do. 

“Just come to bed.” you patted the spot beside you. He paused for a second - it felt like there were butterflies in his stomach. 

Get it together man, you’re a firefighter and you’re all flustered over a person you work with ? Get a grip. 

“Are you sure?” he asked, he didn’t want you to feel like you had to offer him a spot just because there weren't any beds. Otis’s brows furrow once again- he could feel the lines developing on his forehead and you patted the space beside, his head tilted with a small smile on his face.

“Yes, now get your ass in bed before I pull you in here myself.” 

Otis mirrors your actions, taking his shoes off and getting into bed next to you. Frankly, the bed was too small for one person, let alone two. It took some awkward shuffling and you both seemed to settle into bed. 

Side by side, your arms were touching and you were both as stiff as a board. Turning your head to look at him, your brows furrow. “This is uncomfortable,” he admits, moving his arm to under his head. There was a bit more space now that his arm wasn’t right next to you. 

Neither of you had an idea why this was so awkward, it’s not like you hadn’t slept beside each other before. You’ve done it so many times unintentionally. 

“Are you comfortable?” Otis says quietly, as the two of you lay stiff as a board beside each other, it was uncomfortable because there was barely any space. 

“Uh-” you paused before speaking - you didn’t want him to feel like he should move and sleep somewhere else cause you’re uncomfortable. Otis took your silence as an answer.  

“Okay, hold on.” Otis rolled you over so your back was facing him. “What the hell are you doing?” you whisper before feeling him scoot closer to you. The two of you relaxed against each other, Otis’s face buried into your neck as his hand rested just under the hem of your t-shirt.

“Your tummy is warm” he sleepily mumbles. 

You smile at yourself - god he's adorable. You hum, now too tired to answer him as Otis pulls the blanket over the two of you.  

Otis hadn’t realized how tired he was until he got into the bed and although the bed was small, he would sleep much better there than he would have on the couch. His arm slung over your waist, something so normal to them yet it would seem so intimate to a passing person.

Your hand finds his hands now holding each other as your thumb caresses the top of Otis’s hand softly. You could now hear his steady breathing, telling you that he was asleep.  Leaning back slightly against his chest, you relaxed and settled into the bed, his arm tightening around your waist and the two of you drifting peacefully into sleep.

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The sound of giggling and snickering is what he awoke too. It was a little past 5 and there's 2 hours left on the shift. 

“Shay and Gabby standing by the edge of the bed, Shay’s phone in her hand so she can take pictures of the two of you. 

“What are you two doing?” Matt asks the two paramedics as he steps out of his office. “Come look.” Shay calls him over, smiling at the two of you. 

Matt holds back a chuckle, a smile playing on his lips when he sees the two of you cuddled up in bed together. Your head was on Otis’s chest with his arm wrapped around you. 

The sudden flash of light caused Otis to wake up, stifled giggles begging held back was the first thing he heard. “What?” he squinted from the sudden flash of light. He goes to sit up and realizes you’re laying on top of him, he decides to stay where he is and not wake you up. 

“The two of you slept together ?” Shay asks, wiggling her eyebrows at the man in the bed. Gabby laughs, smacking Shay’s arm, “don't ask him his business, you know he gets all shy.” 

Otis is sure his cheeks are as red as the trucks on the app floor right now but he rolls his eyes at Shay’s question. “We slept together.. in the same bed. That’s all.” he tells her, his arm still around you. 

You stretch for a second, snuggling closer into his side. It was still relatively cold in the house but not as much as it was last night. “Shut up.” you mumble into Otis’s chest, tossing a leg over his. He looks down at you, a smile on his face and a look of love in his eyes. 

Shay takes another photo, her hands raised in innocence when Otis looks over at her with an are you serious look on his face. 

“You’re gonna thank me for these pictures when you two start dating.” She smiles, linking arms with Gabby before the two of them walk out. 

Otis laid there, his arm around you, smiling at the fact that you hadn’t woken up during Shay’s teasing because he wasn't sure how he’d live that down. Matt smiled at the sight in front of him; young love - as if he was some old man himself. He remembered when he and Gabby were like that, they were still like that truthfully but just not in public. 

“Okay, c’mon now. Time to get up.” Matt calls, grabbing Otis’s foot over the blanket and shaking it. “I’m sure the alarm will go off any moment.” Matt jokes, walking out and leaving the two of you there. 

Otis knew he should get up and wake you but he didn’t have the heart. You looked so peaceful. 

But as Matt’s words were spoken, the alarm did go off. You sat up the moment you heard the blaring. “Damn that fricking alarm.” you grumble, get out of bed to put on your shoes. 

“Ambulance 61..” you flopped back onto Otis when you heard that it wasn't you two that were needed. “Morning.” your hand pats his shoulder or some part of his upper half, you weren't looking. 

“Morning, how’d you sleep?” he asks and you hum, “fine, you?” 

“Yeah, same.” he answers as you get up. Otis watches as you walk off towards the bathroom, you pause by the doorway. “You know, you’re a very touchy person.” you call out to him. 

Otis sits up, looking over in your direction, “what ?” “I’m just saying that you like to cuddle, not that I mind.” you smile, walking off and leaving him there. 

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It's a little past one in the morning and Molly’s is still full and lively. Gabby convinced Herrmann to let her host a salsa night and now no one is ready to leave. Otis wasn’t working tonight but Gabby was, she slid another bed over to Matt who was sitting beside Otis and made her way over to the other patrons at the opposite end of the counter. 

Otis’s eyes were glued to you, watching as you spun around, hips moving to the beat of the music. You and Shay were dancing, you had been since the moment the two of you arrived and it was only when Joe made his way over to the two of you, that Shay excused herself. 

“Gabby!” the blonde shouted as she reached the counter, standing between Matt and Otis. “A shot for me and one for the lieutenant!” she slung an arm over Matt’s shoulder, the other hand sucking Otis in the arm. 

“You want a shot?” she shouts to him over the music and laughter of the bar. Otis shook his head, turning his attention back to you and Joe. 

Joe’s hands were on your hips, the two of you way closer than Otis would like. Your chest was pressed to his as the two of you swayed to the music. Joe took a step back, his hands in yours as he spun you around. 

The smile on your face tugged on Otis’s heart- that should be him. 

He watched as Joe pulled you back, your back to his chest this time. Joe’s hands are on your hips, he leans to your ear and whispers something to you that makes you laugh and your head leans back onto his shoulder. The two of you move in sync like you had practiced it a million times. 

Shay nudges Matt to look over at Otis. The look on his face practically matches the green of his shirt. “Dude!” She smacked his arm again, pulling his attention away from you and Joe. “You look so pathetic right now.” she laughs, Otis’s face twists as he looks at the blonde. 

“What are you talking about?” 

Matt speaks this time, “if you like them, go tell them. You think they flirt with you for fun?” he laughs. 

Otis’s face twists once again, brows pulled together as he glances at you and Joe. The sight of the two of you so close made his stomach twist. “They flirt with everyone, they flirt with you.” Otis brushes off Matt’s comment. 

“Yeah but Shay flirts with me too, you think I take either of them seriously ?” Matt shakes his head. “They look at you differently man, they like you.” 

Otis sighs, taking in the lieutenant’s words. “Otis, c’mon man.” Shay downed the shot she had in her hand. She took the one that was for Matt and handed it to Otis, she gestured for him to drink it and he does. 

“We’re going dancing.” her hand is in his, pulling him off the stool before he could protest. 

Shay pulls his hands to her hips and Otis stands across from her awkwardly. “Dude, work with me here.” she shouts, moving to the music and Otis slowly starts moving with her. 

Shay groans loudly, “Joe! Come dance with me! Otis is not doing me justice right now.” She walks over to Joe. “You don't mind if I cut in, do you?” she looks over at you, you shook your head. 

“Go ahead.” You smile, stepping away. Your back bumps onto someone and you turn to face them. “Oh sorry- Otis, hey!” you smile, throwing your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. 

His arms wrap around you, holding you close. “Can we get some air?” you lean in and whisper, Otis nods and the two of you head towards the door, stepping out. 

You let out a breath, leaning against the cold brick. “It's hot in there.” you pull your shirt back and forth a few times, letting the cold air pass through. “Yeah, well you’ve been dancing so what do you expect ?” Otis chuckled. 

You hum, sliding down the wall to sit on the sidewalk. “Honey, come on,” Otis sticks his hand out in front of you, “the sidewalk is disgusting.” 

“Shut up and come sit with me.” you grab his hand and pull him, he turns and sits beside you. 

His back pressed to the wall, your arm links with his and you lean your head on his shoulder.  Otis looks over at you, brushing your hair away from your forehead. “Why’d you choose to dance with Joe ?” he blurts out, curiosity and a hint of jealousy getting the best of him. 

“He came over to him. It’d be rude to decline plus have you met him? Your best friend can dance.” you chuckle. Otis hums, “can I tell you something ?” 

You nod, looking up at the man next to you. “I like you.” he admits, “like a lot and it irritated me that you danced with him, like that.” 

“Like salsa dancing, Otis?” you teased, nudging him with your shoulder. Otis sighs, disappointed that you brushed off what he admitted. “About time you admit it.” you smile. 

“I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way.” he whispers. “I always have, I wasn't sure if you felt the same way.” you laugh. 

Otis’s hand reaches for your cheek, cupping it. “I do, I promise I do.” 

“Good, because I do too.” you lean in, lips almost touching his when Shay and Joe tumble out of the bar. “Oh!” her hand covers her mouth, holding back the giggles. “Sorry, sorry. Go back to what you were doing.” She giggles, her and Joe walking down the sidewalk. 

“Go get ‘em tiger!” Joe shouts over his shoulder as they head around the corner. 

Otis rolls his eyes, forehead pressed to yours. “God they’re so annoying-” 

“Brian, shut up and kiss me.” you lean in, closing the gap between the two of you. 

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[anotheronechicagobog]

Wow Leslie Shay x Fem!Reader

Written by @anotheronechicagobog

Coming out as gay to your family was traumatic and painful. The only relative who still kept in contact with you was your cousin. Being cut off from your normally welcoming and somewhat overbearing family took a lot of getting used to, and even though it’s been three years, you still hadn’t adjusted. You sighed as you were handed your morning tea. Another thing you still hadn’t adjusted to was no coffee. You wanted a family, all of your past relationships had been absolute trainwrecks, so you decided to do it yourself. You found a sperm donor and after two tries you were artificially inseminated. You simultaneously loved and hated pregnancy. You loved the feeling you got from carrying a little person inside of you, but the swelling and morning sickness had been killing you. “Here you go, Y/N, one large ginger tea.”

“Thank you, you have no idea how much I need this.”

“Oh, believe me, I do. Have a great day.” You smiled, waved, and left. 

Your office had been busy all day, you were a divorce and family lawyer, and you were ecstatic when your lunch break came around. “Excuse me, Y/N? You have a visitor.” You groaned and your secretary Michelle gave you a sympathetic smile. “Don’t worry, it’s not that kind of visitor.” Before you could ask her what she meant your cousin Brian walked in. “Brian! What are you doing here? Seriously, what are you doing here, you're in your firefighter gear and you smell like smoke.”

“Just needed to see you, it’s been a tough shift.”

“Ouch. When do you get off?”

“In two hours.”

“Wanna get dinner?”

“Can’t, I got a shift at Molly’s. Why don’t you come though? Come by, see Zoya, get a drink, spend time with me?”

“I can’t.”

“Why not? We’ve got Russian vodka.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, wow! Really? But, uh, you’re gay, so how did that happen exactly?”

“I got a sperm donor.”

“You know my co-worker, Leslie, she tried that, too. She just announced that she’s pregnant. We’re throwing a shower for her tomorrow. You could come to Molly’s you know, you don’t have to drink, I’ll make sure that we’ve got some snacks for you. I just miss you and Zoya... she’s been talking about you a lot, too.”

“Alright, I'll come to Molly’s. What time should I be there?”

“Nine.”

“Alright, I’ll see you then.”

When you walked into Molly’s you were nervous. Zoya hadn’t been too kind when you came out. “Y/N!” Zoya ran up to you and wrapped her arms around you in a hug. “I am sorry. Love is love.”

“Thanks, Zoya.”

“You feel different...”

“Yeah, well, that’s what pregnancy does to you.”

“Pregnant? But...”

“Sperm donor.”

“Ah, well, congratulations! Come, are you feeling ok? Hungry?”

“Starving.”

“I made borscht, wait here.”

“Oh, Zoya, you didn’t have to.” She had darted into the kitchen and you were left standing there, surrounded by firefighters and paramedics. “Hi, I’m Leslie, Brian told me that you’re pregnant from-”

“Oh, Leslie, Brian’s told me about you. It’s nice to meet you.”

You and Leslie sat at a table eating borscht and talking for hours, it wasn’t until Kelly, the best friend, roommate, and sperm donor Leslie talked to you about, walked up to the two of you. “Shay, I’m gonna get going, you gonna stay longer?” His eyes darted to me and I couldn’t help but blush a bit. “I should get going, it’s late and I can feel him getting grumpy at me for not being in bed. It was really nice talking to you Leslie, we should hang out sometime.”

“Yeah, definitely.”

You and Leslie had become ‘pregnancy pals’ as dubbed bu Mouch and that friendship didn’t end when both of you had given birth. Now, when both of your kids were born, something was a little different. During your eighth month, you, Leslie, and Kelly found a great house to rent. Five bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, and a small backyard. It was perfect. Now with three adults and two babies in the house, things were a little bit hectic, but the three of you were able to manage. 

Both you and Leslie were on maternity leave when it happened. Your son and Leslie’s daughter were finally asleep. Both of them. At the same time. Seriously, that never happened. You were both in the living room, curled up on the couch whispering to each other. You weren’t quite sure who initiated it, or how it was lead up to, but next thing you knew, you were kissing like your lives were depending on it. Wandering hands and tongues were interrupted by a cry erupting from one of the baby monitors on the table. You parted, foreheads resting against each other. Through heavy breaths, you were able to distinguish your son’s cries from the monitor. “I should uh, you know-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” There was lots of nodding and arm waving and eventually some scratching at the back of the head. Once you got to your son’s room and dealt with his dirty diaper you sat on the rocking chair, heart pounding, eyes looking directly into his. “Well, crap. What am I supposed to do now?”

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A/N

This is the first part in a new series, new parts for my other series will be coming out within the next three days. I’m also going to update my prompt list, and who I’ll take requests for since I was finally able to watch some of the earlier seasons on amazon prime. I am still taking requests, so feel free to send me one!

[collecting-stories]

Jealous - Brian 'Otis' Zvonecek

Request: I thought about Brian’s ex coming to town maybe Katie and reader gets jealous seeing how he reacted to her when she stopped by the firehouse. Fluffy ending of him putting her mind at ease that she’s his future and he loves her. Tysm for doing this❤️❤️ 

A/N: I found this in my drafts and realized I never finished it.

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“Look, I get it,” you stressed, trying to make your voice sound a nonchalant as you weren’t feeling, “Kelly’s dad died and that’s awful and of course Katie is gonna come to the funeral...I just don’t know why she had to come here. To 51. To see Otis.”  

From the look on Stella’s face you knew that your nonchalance wasn’t anywhere near believable. And how could it be? You remembered Katie from last time, something that you knew Sylvie knew just from the sympathetic look on her face when Katie came walking onto the app floor that morning. You and Otis were just friends back then but you’d had a crush on him, one that you were fairly certain he had picked up on until he’d announced to you and Cruz that he was dating Severide’s sister.  

“She told him she’s got a boyfriend back in...wherever. I’m sure this is just a nostalgic trip down memory lane.” Stella tried, really she tried, but the words weren’t going through. Sylvie had tried this morning when ambo got called out on a run before you’d even sat down for briefing. And Cruz had tried when you came back and found Otis in the common room laughing at whatever hilarious thing you were sure that Katie had said to him.  

Probably something along the lines of ‘breakup with your partner and date me instead. Remember how much fun we had together? And you didn’t have to explain the inner-workings of Catan to me.’ 

“It better be.” You grumbled, slamming your locker door a little louder than you meant to. There hadn’t been a call since the one that pulled you away from Otis and Katie’s initial reunion and in all honesty you were hoping there would be a call soon just to get you out of 51 and focused on work. Couldn’t some uncoordinated Chicagoan have a slip and fall or something? Anything to get you away from them and all the thoughts swirling in your head. You didn’t want to seem like you were lurking or eavesdropping on their conversation and you wanted to seem like the cool partner, the person who could let their boyfriend and his ex hang out without feeling any jealousy. But it was the exact opposite and if Stella knew, everyone else probably did too.  

You left the locker room still somewhat aggravated, talking to Stella had helped you vent but it hadn’t given you any peace of mind. You still didn’t want Katie there and you were still annoyed that Otis had been so happy to see her. It wasn’t really his fault and you knew that. If there was anyone in the world that was guaranteed to have positive, healthy relationships with their exes, it was definitely Otis. What wasn’t to love about him? But knowing that just made the feeling in the pit of your stomach ten times worse. Why did he have to be so nice? Couldn’t he just be an asshole? Or maybe just an asshole to Katie? No...you didn’t want that either.  

“Hey, there you are!” Otis’ voice startled you as you turned to see him standing there in the in the hallway outside of the lockeroom. No Katie in sight, thankfully. You’d heard him mention something about a tour of the firehouse (as if anything had changed since the last time she was here) before you’d snuck off to the lockers.  

“Where’s Katie?” You asked, glancing over his shoulder as if she would materialize.  

“Just in,” he pointed back to the common area, “wanted to make sure you were alright.” 

“I’m fine.”  

Otis looked immediately skeptical and you crossed your arms defensively, trying to play off you tension as calm, still hoping that the alarm would go off. Even if it was a fire, you’d rather everyone go than have to be stuck here one more moment with Katie and Otis. You definitely didn’t want to go back into the common room and have to sit there at the table and listen to the two of them share stories and reminise about the past.  

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded. It wasn’t even like you were being rational in your annoyance. Otis had introduced you as his partner immediately. The practical second after he said hello to Katie he was dragging her over to you and introducing you as if you were the best piece of his life in Chicago that he could share with someone. But still, you hadn’t been able to quell the voice in your head. “Fine.” 

Otis’ skeptical look turned contemplative, as if he was working something out. “Wait a minute...are you jealous?” He looked like he almost didn’t believe the words when he said them. As if it was such a crazy notion that saying it out loud made him feel like he was being ridiculous.  

You huffed, shoulders slumping. Otis’ mustache twitched as he smiled, correct in his analysis. “I really like Katie,” you defended, lowering your voice so no one would overhear. “She seems super nice and I can totally get why you went out with her.” 

“Can you totally get why I’m not interested in her now?” He asked, “Cause I love you and that’s not gonna change just cause my ex is in town?” 

“Yeah, yeah...I know.” You replied, defeat evident in your voice. “I don’t know I just saw her and you were so excited to catch up. It’s totally irrational, I know that! I just...ugh god. I can’t explain it.” You huffed. “Stop smiling me like that.” 

Otis’ smile didn’t diminish. He couldn’t deny that you getting jealous felt like a bit of an ego boost. That someone could love him so much that they were bothered by the idea of him hanging out with an ex. “Sorry, sorry, just kinda cute how annoyed you are.” 

“Oh yeah, how cute would it be if I had an ex come to town and spent the whole afternoon with them?” You asked, hands on your hips. 

Narrowed eyes, Otis’ smile turned to a slight grin. He knew what you were getting at and frankly, he knew you were right. Maybe it was silly that you were bothered by Katie but he knew if any ex of yours showed up at the firehouse he would be acting a lot worse. Less hiding in the locker room and more showboating. “Lets just not have exes, problem solved.” 

“Well I doubt I’ll have any more.” You replied, the alarm finally blaring in the background.  

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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

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“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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Lost & found | Sylvie Brett

Pairing: Sylvie Brett x Reader Reader pronouns used: she/her

Prompt: “They found out we’re dating because my lockscreen is a picture of you.”

Masterlist | Chicago Fire masterlist | Words: 814

Truck 81 was the first to arrive back at the firehouse, after a call that involved all 51 companies. Otis stayed behind in the truck for a moment to check some things out, while the rest of the team made their way to the canteen. When he got out himself, he noticed a phone laying on the apparatus floor. He picked it up and turned it on, surely he could figure out who’s phone it was from the lockscreen right? He felt proud of himself for thinking of that when he recognized you on the lockscreen. He pocketed the phone, since you weren’t back from the call yet, and followed the rest of truck 81 to the canteen.

Otis thought he heard Engine 51 come back in, so he walked back to the apparatus floor, only to find it was Squad 3 that had arrived back. “Hey, Otis, what’s up?” Cruz greeted his best friend. “Oh, nothing, I found Y/n’s phone on the apparatus floor and thought I heard Engine 51 come in.” They head back to the canteen together, Otis plopping down once again. The team was deep in conversation, so they didn’t hear when Engine 51 actually did arrive, until the doors opened and your team started piling in. Otis was about to stand up to head your way but Cruz stops him, “Look, she’s using her phone.” Otis frowns when he sees that you are indeed using your phone. “What made you think it was hers?” He grabs the phone out of his pocket and shows Cruz the background. “I figured that it was hers, because she is the lockscreen.” Cruz starts smirking, “Dude, that means someone else on the team either has a crush on y/n or is dating her. We have to figure out who this phone belongs to.” 

The two went on full investigation mode, with a notepad in hand they crossed out everyone’s name that they saw using their phone. Of course, not everyone was on their phones, but they were already able to cross a few names off of the list. They tried to get some other people to show them their phones, by asking to see a certain picture or asking to use their phone to call. Nearly everyone was now crossed off the list. Which made them spy around in the office as well, thinking that maybe it was someone that worked there. The office employees could also all be crossed out. 

It wasn’t until Ambulance 61 pulled in that they found out who the phone belonged to. Dawson left the ambo to go straight to the canteen, like all the others had done, but Sylvie stayed behind, looking all over the Ambulance like she was looking for something. The boys exchanged a look before they made their way over to Sylvie, “Looking for something?” Otis said, waving the phone in the air. “Ah great! I thought I had lost it. Where did you find it?” Otis explains where he found the phone. “It must’ve fallen out of my pocket on my way to the ambulance then.” You reach out to take the phone from Otis but Cruz is quick to grab it from his hand instead, “Not so fast, Brett.” She furrows her brow, “What do you mean? It's my phone?” Cruz smirks as he turns on the phone, facing the screen towards Sylvie, “I think you have some explaining to do.” Sylvie’s cheeks turn red.

Back in the canteen you watch as Otis and Cruz walk in full of excitement, talking amongst themselves, with a defeated Sylvie on their tail. Sylvie grabs a cup of coffee before she makes her way over to the sleeping quarters, without speaking a word to anyone in the canteen. You stand up and follow her, finding her sitting on her bed staring at her phone. “Hey, is everything alright? Did something happen with Cruz and Otis?” You sit down next to her, placing your hand on her thigh, your eyes filled with worry. “I lost my phone, and they found it.” You nod, hoping she would continue, because that didn’t sound too bad. “They found out we’re dating because my lockscreen is a picture of you.”

“Aw, Sylvie, I didn’t know you did that. That is so cute. Can I see which one?” Sylvie hands you her phone. “You’re not upset that they found out?” You shrug, “They were going to find out eventually, right? Plus, like I said I’ve never minded people knowing, it was just nice having us for just us for a while before the team knew.” Sylvie leans into your side and lays her head down on your shoulder. “Yeah, you’re right.” You kiss the top of her head, “Yeah, don’t worry about it, we’re good.” Before Sylvie can respond the alarm rings, and you’re both off to another call.

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from nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno - #27 for one muse to take the other from behind (i think that’s right)

otis x fem please :)

Bucket List - [Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ] 18+

Prompt: For one muse to take the other from behind

Word Count: 1689

Warnings: female!reader, smut - [ dirty talk, vaginal fingering, brief handjob, brief mutual masturbation, penetrative sex, brief overstimulation ]

A/N: would this be classed as “from behind”? idk, technically, i guess… it sort of got away from me so hopefully you liked it anyway

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You’d been waiting all day to surprise Brian with this, practically radiating with excitement during the boring meeting you’d had earlier, where you’d turned yourself on just thinking about tonight.

You'd been planning this for weeks now and had only just managed to pluck up the courage to ask Cruz if he would sneak you Brian’s turnout coat after his shift. Cruz knew instantly what you wanted it for, which had you blushing furiously in front of him and wishing the ground would swallow you whole. But now, as Brian’s jaw dropped when he saw you in it, all that embarrassment was 100% percent worth it.

"W-W-Where did you get that?" Brian stammered out as he swallowed harshly, yet it did absolutely nothing as he was pretty sure there wasn't a single drop of saliva left in his mouth. But somehow, at the same time, he was practically drooling.

"Mhm, I have my ways." You hummed out seductively, the scheming glint in your eye causing Brian to let out a shallow breath as he all but fell into a lust filled daze.

Stepping forward once, you simply relished in the way he was devouring you with his eyes, tracing them up and down your entire body as he imagined all the different ways he could devour you in a more literal sense. Brian had no idea how you got his coat but honestly he didn’t care, not when he could feel himself getting harder by the second. And if he was being honest, this exact scenario had been one he’d imagined plenty of times before.

You walked over to him, hips swaying as you put on a show for him, loving the way he practically fucked you with his eyes. His pupils blew wide with lust as you stood before him, his hands fumbling to unbuckle his jeans in a haste to free his hardened cock, the one your eyes soon trailed the length of, licking your lips at the drop of precum that was sitting on the tip. Brian's hands soon trailed up your legs, pushing between them as his fingers slowly traced across your already soaking pussy.

“So wet already, baby.” He whispered, sliding them even slower over your slick slit, spreading you open as you gently moved your hips in motion with him.

A quiet, breathy gasp left your lips as Brian pushed a single digit knuckle deep into your pussy before slowly pulling back until just his fingertip remained. You fought the urge to crouch down, to ride his fingers before he added a second one, pushing them slowly back in and making you hum softly in response.

“God, you’re so fucking tight, baby…” Brian said around low groan, feeling as you clenched around him as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of you, fucking you slowly as his thumb rubbed small circles against your throbbing clit. “Gonna have to get you ready to take this cock, aren’t I?”

“Fuck…” You gasped, clenching your legs to tighten yourself around him more so that he’d only have to finger fuck you harder. “Spread me open baby, get my pussy ready for that huge cock.”

“You know I love it when you talk dirty baby… Gets me so fucking hard.” Brian all but growled, taking his cock in his free hand before you leaned forward, slipping your arms under his and lifting his hand away before wrapping your own around his length, making a deep groan rattle up his chest as his movements inside you faltered, his fingers nearly slipping out had you not clenched tighter to keep them in.

“Don’t stop…” You whispered as you began to pump him slowly, making him move his fingers in rhythm with you as you squeezed gently, your hand moving slowly up and down whilst your thumb traced over his leaking tip, smearing his precum over your skin before you pulled your hand away. You sucked the salty droplet off your thumb, moaning gently at the taste which only made Brian’s pupils blow wider with lust.

Desperate to feel you on him, Brian pulled his fingers from inside you and spun you around, pulling you down onto his lap where you could feel his cock sitting nicely between your ass cheeks, which you slowly began to move, feeling him throb against you as his fingers gripped the thick material of his turnout coat and he threw his head onto the back the couch.

You lifted your hips, angling them backwards a little before you slowly sank down onto his cock, gasping at just how much he stretched you open, once again pushing you to your limits as he became buried deep inside you, filling you up completely until you felt your ass press against his thighs.

“Looks like my fingers did nothing.” Brian groaned into your ear as you lifted your hips again until nothing but his tip remained. “Because you’re still deliciously tight around my cock, baby.”

An unintelligible drabble of Russian swear words left Brian’s lips when you simply sunk back down onto his length in response, feeling his hand grip your throat, forcing your back to curve against his chest as your head balanced on his shoulder. His other hand slid between your legs, giving your clit a few gentle rubs before it worked its way up, cupping your breast, causing a soft gasp to leave your lips as he began to pinch the hardened bud between his fingertips.

"Do you have any idea how turned on it makes me seeing you in nothing but my coat?” Brian moaned into your ear, sucking briefly on your lobe before he began to buck his hips, fucking his swelling cock up and into you.

The slick sound of your wet pussy began to fill the room as he thrusted mercilessly into you, pain mixing with the intense pleasure as you began to bounce up and down, meeting him thrust for thrust. Ragged pants left your lips, your body sweating under the thickness of his turnout coat and each time he hit that sweet spot deep inside you, you could feel the fire in your lower abdomen growing fiercer, about to flashover inside you and send you flying over the edge of your orgasm.

“I’m gonna come, baby… Fuck you’ve made come already.” You cried out, Brian’s hand dropping from your bouncing breasts to meet your throbbing clit, rubbing it furiously as he allowed you to come apart so quickly.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be coming a lot more than once.” He groaned, eyelids fluttering at the tightness of your orgasm around his cock, which you could feel pulsating inside you as he continued to ride you through your first high of the night.

Brian couldn't count how many times you’d come astride him, the evidence of them all shining over his thighs as you dripped down the length of his cock. He’d never seen you like this before, so out of it, so limp atop him as he fucked every ounce of pleasure into your body as he could, feeling it replace the tension you’d carried throughout the day.

"Fuck… I can’t… I can’t take it again..." You whimpered as you reached yet another earth shattering high, one you hoped would be your last as you didn’t have much left in you and your thighs were already aching around his. Not to mention your pussy which you’d never felt as sore as it was.

“Last one, baby.” Brian cooed into your ear as your back arched against him, making him slide his arm around your stomach to keep you in place as you rode his cock through your orgasm. “You’ve done so well, my love.”

Your hand flew back to grip his hair, feeling him press loving kisses against your neck as he angled himself deeper inside you. He wasn't far behind you this time, having held on long enough as he watched you come apart atop him. He could tell you were finished, reaching the point of overstimulation and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

So with one last thrust up into you, his release burst out of him, filling you up as your name left his lips in a moan, making your fingers curl tighter around his hair. You panted hard as you forced yourself to continue to bounce your hips up and down, wanting to add pleasure to Brian's own orgasm which you could feel dripping out of you.

Eventually you stilled, your body thick with sweat as you lifted yourself off him, wincing a little as he brushed over your sensitive clit, feeling the relief course through your aching body before you fell back against him. He pushed the collar of his coat down, pressing soft, sloppy kisses on the skin of your neck, the heat practically radiating off you as you melted into him.

“That was…” Your ragged breath tried to say, your lungs burning each time you opened your mouth to speak. “…amazing.”

“It was.” Brian nodded, rubbing gentle circles over your stomach with his thumb. “You did so good, baby.”

“Mhm.” You hummed, it being too much effort to thank him properly as you were all but ready for a bath and then bed. You hadn’t even had dinner yet but at this point you were too tired to even care.

“You know I always wanted to fuck you whilst you wore my gear.” He confessed, making you open your eyes a little more as you turned your head as much as you could to look at him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. “Guess I can cross that off my bucket list now.”

“I guess you can.” You smiled, kissing him again before you whispered. “Now please carry me to the bathroom so I can have a bath before bed.”

“Gladly, my love.” Brian chuckled, about to lift you into his arms before you stopped him with a hand to the chest.

“Oh, and make sure you wash this coat before your next shift… Otherwise there’s gonna be questions.”

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FORGIVEN- Brian Otis Zvonecek

Summary: You and Brian haven't seen each other for months, distanced by pain and resentment, but the past comes back to knock at the door a night like any other (but not without the help of Brett and Joe )

Warnings : Mention of Panic Attack and past abusive relationships

17.30 PM

"For the last time, Sylvie: I don't intend to come at any double date with... her." It's been about ten times that Otis has told her this, yet his friend hasn't stopped pestering him since the morning.

"It's not a double date!" Sylvie replies "You are just coming to the the Street Food Expo  with me, Joe and y/n."

"And I bet it's a coincidence that we are four people and two of us are a couple and then there's me and y/n. If this isn't a double date..." He mutters, shaking his head.

"Come on," She pleads "if you'll come, y/n won't be hanging around me and Joe all the time but at the same time she won't be in danger being alone at home. You know, since she has broken up with that asshole, Marcus, he follows her everywhere. He has even stopped by my apartment a few times, we haven't opened the door but it was scary as hell."

Otis tries to ignore the painful pinch in his chest at the mention of Marcus and the fact that he is now your ex. He tries to stop the anger that boils in his veins at the idea that someone could even think of hurting you. "Right, and you can't ask anyone else?"

This is not how he wants to say it, he doesn't know why words escape his lips like this. "No Otis, I can't and you know it too. You were her best friends, you still are." He shakes his head again, Brett nails him with an accusing look. "Come on, I'm begging you. If you don't want to do it for her, do it for me."

And truth is, Brian would do anything for you.

He has already done it, everything.

He has tired to save you for two years from that toxic and wrong relationship you got yourself stuck into, getting a door in his face and a broken heart in return. When Marcus has forced you to choose one day, you've chosen him.

"I don't even like the expo" He replies but now he's already convinced to come and Brett knows it.

"Pick us up at half past eight, be punctual and..." "But I do not -"

"Be on time and wear something nice, okay? You never know what can happen" After lingering for several seconds and insulting himself with at least fifteen different offensive expressions, in fact, Otis sighs and gives up.

"Alright then."

"Oh thanks!" Sylvie throws her arms around his neck, euphoric

"Thank you, thank you, tha –"

"Let's be clear about one thing, though" he interrupts her without breaking away "first: you owe me a favor, and secondly... You are aware that if this is a move to clarify things between me and y/n it won't work, right?" Brett giggles in amusement, pulling away but still holding him by the shoulders.

"Don't worry Otis, this night is for me not for you."

And Brian doesn't know why, but when Brett leaves a strange feeling pushes between in his chest and throat, something like an itch that he can not soothe. "But if you still want her, I'm sure y/n needs you"

This perhaps makes him feel almost worse.

9.15 PM

Friday night is almost as sacred to you as Christmas to your mother. Although practically everyone thinks of you as a pub girl, you love to spend Fridays at home, on the sofa wearing only a tank top, bra free, with sweatpants, a glass of wine and Marcus by your side back during the good old days, when he still was the guy you fell in love with in high school.

There was another time then when your Friday nights - but also your Saturdays and Tuesdays - were the Mollys.

Brian, to be more specific.

Your Fridays has been Brian at one point. When with Marcus it was all ups and downs, all messed up and sad and pathetic, you have found yourself there more and more, with that sweet, nice fireman you had slept with once, during one of the many breakups with Marcus, and who then somehow had became your best friend.

A friendship you've always  paid dearly for.

A punch once. A kick in the ribs. A glass on the head yet another time. Every time Marcus has remembered that Otis was still  part of your life, it has gotten worse. And you have accepted everything, without saying anything to Brian, because you were sure that if he knew that what you were going through was somehow his fault - of his texts and his calls-  then he would have felt guilty forever and you didn't want to. Also he was going to kill Marcus, and you didn't want that too. He would have tried to save you. Indeed he did it to be honest, after two years of friendship, after two years of lies and subterfuge, after two years in which you swore you had left Marcus so many times.

"It's really over" but then you always came back to him and Brian could only watch you self-destruct in the name of your sick love, of a life you didn't deserve, a man who have convinced you that you're worthless without him.

And that's how you feel now: worthless and pathetic.

Brian has tried to save you, even putting Antonio in the middle and reporting Marcus.

He did it without your knowledge, while you were still unconscious in a hospital bed, after Marcus threw you down the stairs.

A concussion, bruised face, broken rib and arm. Even that wasn't enough to make you give up.

"I fell" You have said to the police, saving his ass again one time.

"You didn't have the right" you have yelled at Brian, later, with an IV still in your body. He couldn't look at your swollen and pale face, he couldn't touch your cold skin. He couldn't accept that the best person he knew, the only woman in the world from whom he had willingly accepted a friend-zone because he would have wanted you in his life in any way, the person he called at the end of every difficult shift and  knew how to calm him like no one else in the world, you, his precious y/n were a mess of bruises, tears and broken bones.

In his heart he blamed himself for everything, because he should have stopped it, he should have killed Marcus, he should have asked you out after your first -and only- night together instead of waiting days just to find you with him again.

He should have understood sooner that he was the right man for you, gathered courage and stepped forward.

Brian could not understand that you can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved.

"I can stand up for myself"

"Oh I. see it. Fuck I'm tired of finding you like this, I'm tired of standing still while you let that son of a bitch kill you."

He raised his voice and waved his hands in the air gesturing in a way that for some reason scared you and covered your face to protect yourself.. Your body instinctively reacted to the only thing it knew by now: violence and Brian looked at you with the biggest eyes in the world, scared of himself.. He brought a hand to his face, trying to hide how much that gesture of yours struck him, then he leaned towards you and gently as if you were made of glass, he embraced you.

It was the last time.

When you met again, Brian was at your door. When you met again, you had just discovered that no, he hadn't given up on the Marcus investigation and had continued to put Voight and his bloody cop friends in the middle.

"I did it because I'm your friend y/n fuck"

You opened the door just enough to see his face collapse as you yelled.

"Then maybe you shouldn't be. I don't need you"

It's been four months. Somehow you found the courage to leave Marcus when you saw him try to lay hands on Sylvie, one evening when she came by to see how you were doing. 

You've moved in with her, you've taken your life back in your hands . You've never seen Brian though.

"Hurry up y/n" Brett intimates.

"Take it easy, Joe will surely be late anyway" You reply, putting on your lipstick.

"There's been a change of plans," Syilvie says hastily, pulling on her black boots.

"Joe and Otis will be picking us up in a bit."

"When were you going to tell me he's coming too?" you scream, your voice  high-pitched, smearing lipstick in your cheeks in anxiety. You clean yourself quickly, so hard it feels like you want to peel off your skin and you try not to notice the way your heart has started pounding at the mention of his name.

You tell yourself that you can do it, that it's okay, that you're ready to see him again even if you know it's not true. For a moment a little voice whispers in you ear that you shouldn't go with them, but you can't: the idea of being alone still scares you.

"Please wipe that depressed look off your face" she begs.

"You know what's depressing? The fact that you have invited him because I can't be alone, at my age. It's all so absurd."

You shake your head, trying to smile

"Of all the people in the world you had to invite him? You couldn't invite... I don't know, Kelly? Dawson?" You ask, putting on your favorite jacket at full speed.

"Because he's your best friend and you miss him more than you care to admit and he's the only one you wouldn't be ashamed to tell what Marcus is still doing to you. Besides, I know he's the only one you could bear to spend some time with right now, he's special to you." she replies, bringing out the best of her innocent expressions, while you roll your eyes and just pray that it will end quickly.

You like less and less the fact that deep down you know how right Sylvie is: Brian Zvonecek is without a shadow of doubt the only person in the world who has managed to understand you, he was also the only one to touch the deepest strings of your heart when you thought it was made of stone after all the years with Marcus.

He has crushed your soul in a way no one had before and he did it with kindness and delicacy, without having to do anything more than be himself.

He has taught you to still believe in good people and in true love, the one made of caresses, of sharing, of sweetness.

You've figured it out too late and repaid him treating his like he didn't matter, like he wasn't important.

You know it's his greatest fear, being abandoned, being left behind, being less important to others, being the last wheel in the cart and you hurt him in the worst way.

No matter how much Sylvie and Joe keep telling you that it's not true, that in cases like yours it's a normal reaction, that Marcus has manipulated you for a long time, that Otis doesn't see it that way and that he will understand if you talk to him: you just can't look at his face now.

9.45 PM

"I still don't understand why I can't be in the front sit." Otis mutters, turning to look out the window at the Chicago nightscape.. It's just the beginning of the evening and he's already tired of the palpable tension between you two, he's tired of having to keep his head turned away because he can't bear the sight you, he's tired of feeling your eyes on him.

"Come on man. Sylvie 's my girlfriend it's normal that I make her sit here, Have you ever heard of gallantry?" Otis shakes his head. "Yes right, gallantry"

Sylvie turns towards you, she gives you a look to give you courage but you don't speak, you remain silent, you throw a few glances at Brian from time to time that he doesn't reciprocate and you are here, still, to torture your hands wondering if you should have stayed at home.

He hates you.

He hates you and you can't stand it.

When Cruz's car stops suddenly to avoid colliding with another car you are thrown forward hard. It's an instantaneous gesture, so quick, fast and natural that he doesn't realize it and maybe not even you. Not really.

In a second the fireman's arm is in front of you, as if to protect you, keeping you in your place, avoiding any kind of danger.

You don't even hear Joe and Sylvie's curses, you and Brian are still in your moment, still In the instant in which after so many months your bodies are touching again, and under layers of clothes you can both feel a shiver shaking your bodies .

"Everything Okay?" He asks, his voice shaking, realizing what he's just done. He withdraws his arm slowly, reluctantly. He hates to admit it, but he would like to stay like this forever.

This little contact, it seems enough for him and he feels like a fool.

A poor idiot in love.

You nod. "Everything fine?" You ask, looking directly at his face for the first time. You've missed his dark eyes so much that you can't quantify it in words, so much that the world exists only in his gaze and you wonder how you haven't realized before all this, how wonderful and big his eyes are.

How much you need his gaze on you.

He reciprocates with an intensity that scares you, that doesn't seem real. Marcus has never looked at you like that. Not even once.

Not even at the beginning.

Brian, he has looked at you like that all the time.

If he's still looking at you like that then maybe he doesn't hate you.

But then, as soon as he comes to his senses, his gaze returns hard, cold, distant, all hope is lost.

When the car starts again, he turns around and puts a distance between you two. The world is suddenly colder. He shifts his eyes to you, again and again, being careful not to be noticed.He thinks you are beautiful. He thinks you're beautiful and you seem better off without that asshole.

He can't help but be happy about it.

"It's going to be a long night," Joe murmurs softly.

I'm sure of that too, Otis thinks, still looking at you sideways.

He's never been lucky with love, of course, but with you it's something that goes beyond love, beyond friendship, beyond everything. Something he can't describe or name, but still hurts terribly

10 PM

Brian doesn't hate y/n, at all. He could never, not even when you  have decided to cut all ties. What makes him angry is never being able to fully understand you.

You are a mystery, even though he knows you so well. One second you're a strong and independent woman, the best he knows, the most talented, the liveliest and nicest, the next you're Marcus' puppet, silent at her side, submissive, afraid and dull.

Sure, it's not your fault, but he can't help but get angry to see how you let an ordinary man shut down someone as amazing as you, it angers him to know how little  respect you have for yourself to think you deserve something like this. No matter if it's over, Brian will carry this anger with him forever maybe.

Brett goes out of the car, clutching Cruz's arm, announcing that they're going to go for a walk on their own.

"No" You say instinctively. "I mean, I thought we were supposed to be together." You continue then, hoping you haven't offended Brian.

"We need to discuss something, then we'll catch up with you" Brett replies winking at Otis and walking away before he can reply.

Cruz doesn't know if his friend has the  strength to do it anyway. He is confused and upset to have you here again, Joe knows this and isn't entirely sure of Brett's plan.

"You're crazy" Joe whispers.

"They both need it, I can't take it anymore"

"You realize we're pretending to still be together just for them, Sylvie, you're crazy"  Joe shakes his head.

"it's crazy that those two don't talk to each other anymore"

Brian watches you, the way you bite your nails tense, the way you move your knee, and bite your lip. You are agitated and something more: scared. "Everything Okay?" He asks, his voice hoarse.

"Yes, yes, don't worry, it's just that I haven't imagine a night like this"

"And how have imagined it?" He asks. You shake your head, smile just letting your hair cover your face red with embarrassment.

"I didn't expect to see you Bri, I wasn't ready"And he almost wants to yell at you that you drove him away, and he doesn't need to talk. You know the face he makes when something makes him nervous, recognize it and remain silent. "I think we should go" he says he points to the stalls.. He starts walking then he stops and turns to you.

"I knew you'd be there, but it doesn't make it any easier"

You nod. "I'm sorry, I'd give anything to..."

The words dies in your throat.

"Me too y/n" he replies, hinting for the first time a smile under his mustache that you like so much.

"Come on, let's go get something to eat" he whispers.

You walk behind him.

It's not all solved, but it's a start and for now it already seems almost a miracle.

10.15 PM

You see him everywhere, it takes your breath away.

Marcus is in every shadow, in every man, in every corner and you can't help but tremble with every step you take. Your hands are shaking, your legs are limp and you're breathing hard but you don't want Brian to notice.

Marcus is in your head, just in your fucking head.

"Do you prefer ketchup or barbecue?" Brian turns to you, wallet in his hands, an almost serene expression on his face. It takes you a while to answer, to understand. You remember that you're at the hot dog stand, that everything's fine, that you're talking to Brian and Brett and Joe will be back soon and it'll be even better.

"I ... Nothing" You whisper, your voice trembles, your eyes move from side to side looking for something that can justify your fear, the shiver down your spine.

"You sure? Oh girl that's fool" He comments, giggling. You place a hand on his clutching wallet.

"No Bri, there's no need"

You don't want him to pay. It's not right.

"Look, it's okay. I'm still mad at you, but I'm also happy to be here and it won't make me broke" You don't even smile, you keep looking around you and you feel the air getting heavy, almost oppressive.

"Dude" One of the guys from the truck intervenes."Watch out for your girlfriend, she doesn't seem so well" Otis doesn't bother to say that you're not his girlfriend, he gently pushes you out of line as soon as he realizes you're shaking like a leaf and looking paler than ever.

He hates himself for not noticing it sooner.

"Ei ei y/n, what's going on?" You shake your head.

"it's nothing, it's All Right"

You can't tell him. You can't reopen this wound. Brian would freak out, look for Marcus.

What if... If he is really here?

He would put himself in danger for you, you know he would. You can't let it happen.

"I just need some air" You move away but Brian, quick as lightning, grabs you by the arm.. The gesture takes you back in time, where the hands holding you are not those of the fireman and they are not delicate at all but mean, cruel. You stiffen and Brian realizes it without you having to speak.

He seems to read your mind, he's always been good at it.

"Sorry" he whispers.

"You didn't do anything Bri. I'm not made of crystal, you can touch me"

You start walking again trying to erase the fear from your heart and he stops you after a few seconds, looking you up with his big dark eyes as if the whole world dependeds on you and you alone.

"Don' t look at me like this"

"Tell me what you have then"

You feel the tears tingling in your eyes when yet another shadow takes the form of your ex and feel your chest tighten and you want to die.

"Why? Damn Brian you should hate me! Stop worrying about me, I don't need you"

The man looks away, his jaw clenched and his brow furrowed.

You realize what you've said:

I don't need you.

You take a step towards him and try to grab his hand.

"I...I didn't mean...I" And you wonder how it's possible to mess it all up again so easily.

Otis' hand trembles in anger under your fingers.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"I will never stop worrying about you okay? I've tried and I just can't! It would have been wonderful to do it, to forget about you in a hospital bed bacause of that son of a bitch but there isn't a single, fucking day that I don't think about it and there isn't a day where I don't wonder what I could have done to stop it. And God, there isn't a day that I don't regret not making you fucking leave him earlier. For months I've spent every fucking second wondering how you were doing. So no, it's not about you. It's me. I, I need to know. Tell me what's wrong with you." He raises his voice but Brian doesn't scare you.

Come on, he's different and the way he looks at you... he's not angry, not really, it's something different and maybe worse: disappointed, desperate, scared even.

Terrified of realizing how his life depends on you.

"I see him everywhere" You confess in a faint voice, looking at the ground.

"I see Marcus everywhere and I'm terrified that I won't be able to figure out when he's really there and I'm scared of him, and I'm with you and he hates you so much and I'm scared he might hurt you. To you and the others and me.... I just want to erase him from my life but he's everywhere no matter what.

I left him he's everywhere and he'll never stop" Brian pulls you to him without thinking about it, as if months haven't passed, as if not a single day has passed. He squeezes you tight, you melt into tears with your face against his chest, sobbing like a baby.

"I'm sorry for how I behaved"

"Shhh it's okay, it's okay I know, I know don't worry I'm not angry. I swear it's okay"

He kisses your hair, kisses your forehead and every piece of skin he can reach and you've never felt as much at home as with him now.

"Marcus isn't here, and even if he was I wouldn't let him get near you, ever" This is exactly what scares you, but you don't say it, you don't have the strength.

"I don't deserve it" He shakes his head. "No, you don't deserve it. But I would do it anyway, even if you were the worst person on earth. And you're not" You smile as he slides his fingers through your hair.

"I think that Brett and Cruz have abandoned us"

"Actually, I'm kinda cold and I've never finished Galactica you know? " You confess.

He laughs, just moves away from you.

"You're so full of surprises" He fixes your hair and dries your tears with his tumb.

"Wanna go home?" He asks."

"No, I...God I don't know. I...I want to be with you. It doesn't matter where." You reply. You don't wanna rush things. The smile he gives you is priceless, you would spend hours looking at him like this, perhaps all the rest of your life if possible. You only care about him, the way he gazes at you and is so close, the warmth of his skin and the sparkle in his eyes.

I love you, you think.

I love you, Brian.

The realization falls on you like a Boulder. How can you only notice now?

It has always been so clear.

"Oh, seriously?" Laughs Otis "So how about we take a Taxi?" You nod smiling.

"As I said I need to finish Galactica"

"But you hate Galactica"

"But I love you"

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"You know what? Save it. It's time for you to go." - Eps. 7.19 Rewrite

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by GreaserMcGoo

“You know what? Save it. It’s time for you to go.”

The second Otis turned his back to go alert his friends of the imposter, Garrett’s arm wrapped around his throat and Otis felt a gun against the side of his face. Alarmed, Otis’ hands tried to reach for the arm locked around his throat, faltering on his feet. Garrett tightened his grip to keep him from struggling, it all happening within a flash of seconds.

Garrett snarled lowly into his ear, keeping a strong grip on him. “You take one more step, and I swear I’ll kill you.”

Words: 3759, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Chicago Fire

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Brian "Otis" Zvonecek, Joe Cruz (Chicago Fire), Sylvie Brett, Matthew Casey, Christopher Herrmann, Randy "Mouch" McHolland

Relationships: Joe Cruz/Brian "Otis" Zvonecek, Joe Cruz & Brian "Otis" Zvonecek

Additional Tags: slight Crotis but they're not a couple here, Major Otis whump, Major depression/suicide/self-harm, Mental Health Triggers, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Lily is not in this story, Chicago fire characters - Freeform, Otis is the best Chicago fire character, there are not enough Otis fanfics out there, this fanfic is purely Otis centered, my first Chicago Fire fanfic

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/uvcHK3E

[kiddbegins]

Kisses - Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek

Requested: yes

Word count: 951

A/n: he’s so 🤏🏻

Masterlist

Leaning in without realizing and then stopping just before their lips are attached to look in the other’s eyes to see if they want this too’

You had been friends with Brian for too long. Not in the sense that you didn’t want to be his friend anymore. But there was only so much playing Catan, watching Star Wars and listening to the firehouse gossip that you could take without getting your feelings involved.

Things were normal for a while. Brian was just a friend. You liked that he was just a big a nerd as you were. Liked the constant tiny squabbles over the better shows or movies. All of it.

But somewhere along the way you felt something growing. Something you couldn’t ignore. So you made a plan. This Friday he was free, no firefighter duties to look forward to. No pre existing plans. So you invited him over for a movie.

Nothing crazy, the usual if anything. But you were going to put out some feelers. Instead of beers you’ll bust out some red wine. Instead of Star Wars or some other sci-fi movie, you chose some horror film you’d never seen.

Tiny changes, things that could set the mood and all that. Nothing totally big like candles and dim lights, well, the lamp in the corner had always been favorable over the ceiling light but regardless, still not a huge change.

The main hope of this night was to not look like a whole idiot. To actually get what you wanted out of it and that he hopefully did too.

So when it was Friday and you had everything set up, still in the usual casual clothes, you nervously paced the living room waiting for him. Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten so worked up, but it was hard.

Your mind was running a mile a minute, heart racing so much you would think you were going to develop an arrhythmia.

That only got worse when he knocked on the door. Any faster and you’d have left a trail of flames behind you as you raced to open it. “Hi!” Your voice just slightly more chipper than usual.

If he noticed he didn’t comment on it but you internally screamed as he stepped inside, letting you latch the door behind you.

“Hey,” The usual smile on his face brightened up the room, his eyes traveling over your face and the shirt you had on as he always did, unknowing to you.

You smiled back, “I hope you don’t mind but I made a couple changes.” Your hand grabbed his just slightly to pull him gently into the living room. “Wine that I need to drink and a horror movie I’ve been wanting to see.”

Those weren’t lies, that bottle of wine had been waiting to be opened since Christmas and the movie had been on the streaming site for a while, you just hadn’t had the balls to watch it yourself.

And hey, who could help deciding to watch it with their best friend that they had a crush on? You were guilty of that but honestly, who could blame you?

“That’s fine, hope you don’t get too scared though,” he chuckled, glancing over at you. You knew you wouldn’t but that didn’t stop you from shyly smiling, sitting down with your legs crossed and patting the spot next to you.

As soon as he was set you started the movie, knowing he usually liked watching it first before any real conversation, especially days where he had been working. He needed a buffer.

At some point in the movie you had moved closer, his arm over the back of the couch just slightly touching your shoulder now.

Usually that would go unnoticed but being hyper aware of it made that one small section tingle, wanting to get even closer but deciding that that wouldn’t be entirely inconspicuous.

A bit into the movie Brian got up to use the bathroom but when he came back it was like he decided to sit right next to you.

Leg pressing against leg level of next to you. You looked over at him, eyes glancing along the side of his face.

He was never too proud of how he looked, something he’d rambled on about more than once but to you he always looked amazing. Like nobody else you’d ever laid eyes on.

Brian looked like a beautiful wooded mountain range at sunset. Just so enticing to look at. “What?” His voice snapped you out of your thoughts, face going red as you got caught staring at him.

“Uh, nothing,” you attempted to lie, Brian immediately abandoning the movie, shifting onto his now bent leg and leaning his head against his palm.

“Nothing?” The man wasn’t stupid, he knew you were staring, he just didn’t know why. And the second you caught his eye, you were putty in his hands.

Just slightly you hummed in confirmation, shifting to mirror the way he was sitting. It was an attempt to make it seem fine and normal but without realizing it the two of you moved slightly closer.

It was like watching two magnets try not to snap together. Their poles reaching out for the other. The perfect otherside just for them.

Brian just nearly put his lips on yours, pausing at the last second to look over your face, the way you were looking at him and the way your eyes practically melted when he looked at you was enough.

With the slightest go ahead from you, he pressed his lips to yours gently. This wasn’t how you expected things to go. If anything you figured that you would be the one to kiss him.

Not him. But that did one thing for sure. Confirm that he liked you just as much as you liked him. If not, more.

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[winchesterszvonecek]

“ 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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