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Broken Bonds- Part 13
Former (ish) Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader, BabyDaddy! Jay Halstead x Reader
Adeline Halstead makes her way into the world (Dad! Jay Fluff)
Warnings: childbirth?
Jay shifted in his sleep, hand unconsciously reaching out to find you. When he didnât touch a shoulder or your stomach his eyes flew open. Your side of the bed was empty where just a couple hours before youâd been fast asleep even before he could get off the phone with Will. He knew he should probably have stopped staying at your place months before but heâd slept more the last few months than he had in years. If Mouse found out, well that wouldnât help his argument that anything between the two of you was simply your friendship and the baby. He really didnât want to hurt someone he loved as much as he loved Mouse any more than he had but you were to the point in your pregnancy now it was a little too late to stop staying with you, considering your water could break at any time.
He tossed the blankets off and threw his legs over the side of the bed. The bathroom door was open so that was out. He stood, wiping a hand across his face as he walked to the bedroom door to open it. The moment he stepped into the living room he knew where you were because the yellow glow of the lamp youâd picked for Addyâs room was shining under the door which was barely cracked open.
He walked past the couch and saw your favorite throw blanket which meant youâd been up for a while and hadnât woken him like youâd promised you would. He shook his head as he got closer and he could hear light music playing from your phone, you were going through her clothes for the thousandth time. He silently pushed the door open and leaned one shoulder against the doorframe to watch the sight in front of him.
You werenât ashamed of your pregnancy belly by any means but on a day to day basis you mainly wore work appropriate maternity attire. This though, this was what he loved to see. You moved around the room wearing a maternity camisole and a pair of sleep shorts. Maybe it was his âcavemanâ brain like you teased him about but something about seeing you, your stomach swollen big with his daughter and so damn relaxed with a small smile on your face, braids falling out where Stella had put them up a day before that tugged at him. You were always talking about how your body was never going to be the same but heâd never seen a more beautiful sight. Â
âMiss Kidd, are you planning to sleep any before Adeline gets here?â he asked and you looked over your shoulder at him with a small shrug âMy hips hurt too bad to lay in the bed too long. I tried going back to sleep but I kept moving around so much I was afraid Iâd wake you upâ âThatâs when you should wake me up!â he argued, walking further into the room âwhat if the hip pain was labor trying to start?â
You put your hands on your hips and raised an eyebrow âThen my god call Dr Asher! Iâve been in labor for months!â he shook his head with a laugh âOne thing for certain sheâs gonna be sarcasticâ you laughed at that before motioning at him âI know youâre not trying to say that gene would only coming from me Halsteadâ âMaybe a little would come from meâ he teased with a grin. You shoved his bare shoulder lightly, a smile slipping onto your face âIâm just putting up the outfits Chief Boden bought herâ
He nodded âOk, want some help?â you pointed to a pink gift bag sitting across the room âThereâs some socks and hairbows in there if you want to add them to her drawer. We really need to figure out a division of her stuff like that between here and your place. Maybe do a week by week thing? Or depending on when sheâs where?â
He nodded as he listened to you âWhatever you want to do. I think a week by week thing would be confusing to us thoughâ you laughed lightly âYeah probablyâ between both of you her stuff was put away in no time. Youâd already packed her hospital bag with so many outfits he was certain there was no way sheâd go through that many the three days youâd be in there but he hadnât questioned it.Â
Once you were satisfied he gently put his hands on your shoulders that were left bare from the camisole, feeling just how warm they were under his hands. One good thing about you being pregnant was before you were always freezing in cold weather but Addy had turned you into a human furnace. There were nights he tried to sleep in a shirt or sweatpants and nearly melted.Â
âCâmon. I need some sleepâ he steered you towards the bedroom and you let him but looked over your shoulder as you went, trusting him to guide you âYou can sleep without me Jayâ he nodded âYeah but I donât like sleeping knowing youâre up because what if something happened and I didnât hear you?â you rolled your eyes but he could see the tiny smile pulling at your lips âYouâre unbelievableâÂ
He grinned at you âI could also use the excuse that you donât want me tired when Iâm out in the field to guilt you into sleepingâ and that earned him a glare âIf you werenât my daughterâs father I swear there are times I may shoot youâ he laughed as he opened the bedroom door and steered you towards your side of the bed âNo you wouldnât because Iâve been a pain in your ass for years and yet Iâve never gotten shot well not from you anywaysâ you climbed into the bed and shook your head at him âAssâ he winked at you and climbed into bed next to you âNightâÂ
âArenât you supposed to be on maternity leave?â Kevin asked as he sat down on the edge of your desk while you typed. You shrugged âTechnically. Iâm not doing anything but desk work, not interacting with perps.No heavy lifting so the ivory tower doesnât really care since sheâs still snug as a bug inside meâ
âSnug as a bug? Really?â he laughed and you shrugged, biting back a laugh yourself âSo much baby stuff rhymes Kevin! So much!â he shook his head âIt is good to see you laughing. Iâm gonna miss seeing you at work while youâre outâ you grinned up at him âWell my apartment is on your way to and from work so you could always stop by uncle Kevâ he winked at you âBelieve me mama I will. Addy is gonna know my voice, wait till she cries for me over you or Jayâ
âThat ain't happening Kev, sorry manâ Jayâs voice drifted up from the stairs and you shook your head âI swear that man has sonic hearing when she is mentionedâ him and Hailey made it up and she grinned at you âAnd selective hearing when she isnâtâ you pointed at her and nodded âSee? Upton gets me on a spiritual level! If I am marrying anyone itâs herâ
âYouâd make a gorgeous june brideâ she told you with a wink as she walked past to her desk.Kevin looked from you to her then at Jay âMan I think you and Mouse both done lost a shotâ Jay shook his head âI was never trying to have a shot, Iâm just her daughterâs father. Mouse on the other hand, he may have to admit defeat to a better opponentâÂ
You shot Hailey a look and she cleared her throat âChange of subjectâ both Kevin and Jay nodded âI got access to that bank accountâ Kevin told Jay who raised an eyebrow âAnything out of the ordinary?â The two went into a conversation running down the deposits and withdrawals so you mouthed a thank you to Hailey who simply smiled. She was becoming a life line when it came to calming things at work.
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It wasnât that you minded Kevin joking like that, you knew him of all people didnât mean anything bad. It was just when Jay made comments like that, no matter how he meant them that same guilt would flare up in your chest. Jay was such a good man. He was strong, brave, handsome and already excited to be the best father he could be. You were bringing a life into the world with him, sharing a bed with him most nights and did have love for him but it just wasnât the same way you loved Mouse. How did that make him feel? What thoughts went through his head that heâd never give voice to for fear of hurting one of you?
You leaned back in your chair, running a hand over your stomach. The skin was stretched tight enough you were applying lotion multiple times a day to keep the skin from splitting anymore. The stretch marks you had were already astronomical. When Mouse had gotten the use of an office for a zoom call and seen your stomach the look in his eyes had been such a mixed bag;
 âWell, can I see?â Mouse asked and you raised an eyebrow âSee what?â he laughed lightly âThe stomach sweetheart. Always been curious what youâd look likeâ âOh, are you sure?â you asked, looking over at Stella who was across her living room watching you. She shrugged as he said âI mean if it makes you uncomfortable no but if you're comfortable showing me then yeahâ âOkâ you agreed and stood up.
You uncurled the blanket from around your shoulders and turned to the side so he could get the full effect. âDamnâ you cut your eyes back at the screen with a grimace âThat bad?â but he shook his head âYouâre absolutely beautifulâ the smile he gave you made your heart flip but his eyes still held that touch of sadness that tugged your heart. You ran a hand over the top of your stomach and Addy stretched her leg out causing your stomach to jump and he laughed âSheâs strong already, I saw that clear even over the screenâ âSheâs gonna be boxing by kindergartenâ you laughed and he nodded âNever doubted that for a secondâ
Even looking at your stomach swollen with Jayâs baby heâd told you how much he loved you before telling Stella to take care of herself and you then he had to end the call.Â
âShe kicking?â Kevin asked and you blinked a few times to get your mind back on the conversation happening around you. At least youâd been halfway paying attention to your computer. âIf you can call it kicking, sheâs almost out of roomâ you told him, cutting your eyes at Jay hoping he hadnât noticed your mind had drifted. You werenât conflicted like you had been or guilty like you had been.Â
You were still very much in love with Mouse, yeah but there were still months before heâd be home and you werenât sure if in action he could handle this. Besides, even when he got home he had to go to Georgia for training. You couldn't stand in the way of his career and you werenât being away from Addy or taking her anywhere that far from Jay so you and him would be separated for that time too. The fear still remained of him coming back just to officially walk away from you.Â
Jay smirked when he saw your attention was on him âWant me to talk louder so she moves even more?â you grinned âDonât you dareâ his smirk deepened âOh, that sounded like a challengeâ you shook your head âJay!âÂ
He grinned as he stood out of his chair and stalked over towards you âCâmon sweetheart I just wanna talk to my little girlâ you shook your head âNo, go sit downâ he mock pouted âThatâs meanâ you laughed âDonât do that pouting. You talk to her enoughâ he took another step towards you and you held up a hand âJay!â by then Hailey was even grinning at the show the two of you were putting on.Â
You shook your head âKim and Adam are due back anytime from talking to his C.I. and Voight should be off the line with his contact any minuteâ Jay nodded âEven more of a reason to let me talk to her! I may have to gear up and roll outâ your mouth fell open in shock. Was he really gonna do that? When you didnât say anything else he grinned proudly and closed the distance between the two of you, squatting to be in front of your chair âBabygirl, itâs daddy. Wake up and let mama know youâre thereâÂ
The moment he spoke it felt like she rolled her entire body. You groaned and he laughed lightly âIâm sorry sweetheart but I love how she reacts to meâ you glared at him, rubbing a hand over whatever body part was slamming into your side âSheâs always reacted like that to your voice but wait until she gets out. I get to hand her to you and take a napâ he rubbed a hand over your stomach before standing up then he leaned down to brush a kiss against your temple âI look forward to itâ
After Adam and Kim came back they had a cell number for you to run which gave a possible address. âOk, let's gear up and roll outâ Hank ordered once you sent the tracking to Haileyâs phone. Jay stepped over to your desk and leaned over you, running a hand across your stomach as he kissed the top of your head âPlease stay up here. Donât go downstairs unless Platt walks with youâ you rolled your eyes at the reminder but nodded nonetheless âI know this Jay, Iâm not trying to go into labor on the stairs. Be safe and get the team back in one pieceâ
He grinned at you âDonât worry, Iâll always come back to my babygirlâ and tapped his st michael pendant before following everyone downstairs.
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You were finishing up Adamâs and Kevinâs back reports for them. They hated doing them and you needed busy work. You ran a hand over your stomach, a gasp leaving you when a particularly hard nudge took your breath. âAddy calm downâ your hips were aching and your lower back felt like a truck was sitting on it.
Maybe you needed to move around a little? Maybe it would help the muscles in your lower body loosen up or even help her move around to a more comfortable position? You pushed back from your desk so you could stand up but the moment you did a gush of warm liquid rushed from your core, soaking your inner thighs and some of the floor under you. You stared down at it in shock for a moment before reality set in. Your water just broke.Â
Your water just broke, you were alone and Jay was in the field. Ok, Trudy. You reached for your phone as a contraction hit that nearly buckled you. You clutched the edge of the desk, concentrating on your breathing until it passed. You grabbed your phone and hit Trudyâs number âHey sweetheart, something wrong?â she answered and you laughed painfully, holding your lower back âIâm alone up here and my water just brokeâ âOh my god! Ok, Iâm coming!â you heard the gate pop as she spoke and laid the phone down.
You felt her hands on your shoulders as she eased you back down into the chair âJust breathe. Iâll call a busâ you shook your head âJayâs not hereâ She grabbed your phone and hit Jayâs number as she hit 911 with her own. She passed you your phone as she spoke into hers, it sounded like she was talking to Sylvie.
Tears hit your eyes when Jay answered on the second ring âWhatâs wrong?â âMy water broke Jay. Trudy ordered an ambulance but I donât want to go without youâ âShit, Iâm coming sweetheart.Iâll beat the ambo there I promise you..VOIGHTâ you heard him telling Hank what was going on and Hank telling Hailey to handle the scene and for Jay to get into his suv. âHey sweetheart, Iâm on the way to you. Talk to meâ
You laughed around the pain hitting you âI know itâs serious for you to ride with Hank willinglyâ âOnly for you and herâ he chuckled. Trudy had hollered downstairs for a uniform to let the ambulance up as soon as they got there. âTheyâre five minutes outâ she told you once she hung up âAnd your sister is coming with themâ you smiled at hearing Stella was on her way too.
âWeâre three outâ you heard Hank say and inhaled through your teeth âDo not wreck with Jay in the car Voight!â you heard Hank laugh âLove you too Kidd!â âDonât worry, Iâll be thereâ Jay promised.
Before another contraction could hit fully, you heard Jayâs voice from downstairs âMOVE!â the moment you saw him coming up the stairs a part of you relaxed. He was to your side in an instant, Trudy moving to let him take her place. âIâm sorryâ you whispered and he shook his head âFor what?â you laughed as a contraction hit âShe waited till you leftâ he slipped his hand into yours, urging you to squeeze as it hurt âItâs ok. Iâm here nowâ
You heard Stellaâs voice and leaned over onto Jay. âIâm scaredâ he nodded, kissing the side of your head âIâm not leaving your side, I promise. No matter whatâÂ
When Stella and Sylvie made it up the stairs she smiled âHey little sister. My niece ready to make her debut?â you nodded âI think soâ she looked at Jay âLetâs get her going. Iâll call Kelly to grab my keys and go get her bags from her placeâ âIâll call Will to get mineâ he added.
You were set up in a delivery room. Stella had helped you get changed into the gown while Jay called Will to let him know you were in the hospital and update the team. He came back in as Dr Asher was walking into the room âDetective Kidd, I hear we have a little one looking to make her debut?â
You nodded. She looked from Stella to Jay. âBirthing partners are aunt and dad?â you nodded so she asked âAre you ok with them being in when I check you?â âSheâs my sister and well he is the father so heâs seen itâ you joked, hissing through clenched teeth when a contraction cut you off. Jay was to your side, holding your hand the moment it hit. âSqueeze as hard as you need toâ he spoke into your hair, one hand smoothing down your back.
Dr Asher smiled âAs soon as it passes Iâll check and see how far dilated you are and weâll go from thereâ
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You were exhausted. Every inch of your body ached to the touch. Your hair hurt and you never even knew that was possible. Jay was behind you in the bed, you supported back against his chest.Â
Stella swiped a cloth across your face âYouâre doing amazing baby girlâ you shook your head, falling back against Jay âI donât feel like itâ Jayâs hands ran gently down your arms âAre you kidding me? You are amazing. Sheâs almost hereâ you felt him press a kiss to the side of your face and smiled weakly âJay Iâm so damn tiredâ he nodded âI know sweetheart. You're doing so good though,youâre so strong. You can do thisâ
Dr Asher walked back in and smiled âAre we ready for the final stretch?â you turned your head to look at Jay. His blue eyes held a layer of excitement to finally meet her but you could see the worry for you too. You smiled and pressed a quick kiss to his neck âLetâs do itâÂ
âHelp her move down the bed dad. Aunt, help keep her legs steadyâ Dr Asher gave them their marching orders then looked at you âAnd mom when you feel the need to push, get as much air as you can into your lungs then push with everythingâ you nodded and let Jay support your body as a hard contraction hit. You did like she said and filled your lungs then concentrated on pushing. A loud gasp of pain escaped you when a feeling like a truck running over your lower abdomen slammed into you.Â
You felt Dr Asherâs hands and the pain got bad enough you were sure you were going to pass out until it started to fade and a shrill cry filled the room. âCongratulations Detective Kidd, Detective Halstead. You have a beautiful baby girlâ âHer nameâs Adeline, Adeline Halsteadâ you were lying against Jay watching the nurse clean Addy and wrap her in a blanket then hand her to Stella.Â
Stella had tears coming down her cheeks by the time she made it to the bed. âSheâs so beautifulâ she transferred Addy to your arms and you felt tears spring to your eyes. âHey baby, Iâm your mamaâ you placed a kiss to her head then looked back at Jay and felt your heart flip when you saw the tears in his eyes âAnd this is your daddyâ âHey baby girlâ he spoke low, reaching one hand out to trace her face with a finger.Â
He was looking at her like he couldnât believe she was real, like she was the best thing heâd ever seen and you couldnât blame him you felt the same way. âSheâs perfectâ he whispered, kissing your temple. You nodded âShe really isâ you heard a photo snap and cut your eyes up to see Stella tucking her phone away âIâm sorry but that was adorable. Iâm leaving now to update the waiting room full of cops and firefighters. Iâll be back when youâre in a regular roomâ
You laughed lightly when she scurried from the room followed by the nurses saying youâd be moved to a regular room soon. Jay sat with his legs bent at the knees and his arms around you both as you held her âSheâs really here isnât she? We really made a babyâ he whispered and you nodded âYeah, we didâ tears slipped down his face and you felt your own start to fall âThank you sweetheartâ âFor what?â you asked and he shrugged âHerâÂ
You turned so you were laying with your head against his chest so he tucked his arms tighter around you and her âCan we stay like this for just a little while?â he asked and you nodded âOf courseâ
You watched as Jay introduced Addy to Will and Kelly first considering Stella was correct in deeming they had first dibs on meeting her. The smile he had on his face and how he held her like he never wanted to let her go made your heart ache but in a good way. âHeâs so proud and happyâ Stella whispered to you as she brushed and braided your hair for you. You nodded with a small smile watching Jay talk to Will and Kelly with Addy in his arms âHeâs wanted her since he knew about her and loved her since he felt her moveâ âItâs nice to seeâ she agreed as she got done and kissed your cheek âI love youâ âI love you too Stella bellaâ
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After Kelly and Will the unit met her. Jay let Kevin hold her, albeit for like fifteen seconds. Kim and Hailey gushed over her then moved to hugging you and asking what you needed brought back to you. Adam just kept staring at her and saying âSheâs so tinyâ in such an awed voice. Hank who kept emotions close to the chest, gently played with her fingers and said âHey kid, guess Iâm grandpa according to your parentsâ
Stella, you were certain had taken dozens of photos of Addy meeting everyone. Trudy managed to talk Jay into letting her hold Addy for a total of twenty seconds which was saying something.Â
By the time visiting hours were over you were barely keeping your eyes open. Stella was the last to leave. She hugged you and said âYou need anything, call me. Iâll be here in the morningâ âI will, I love youâ she smiled âLove you tooâ
She leaned over Jay who was sitting in the chair next to your bed feeding Addy âBye Addy. Aunt Stella loves you babyâ then to your surprise she tapped his shoulder âYouâre family too Jay so if you need anything by morning feel free to callâ âThanks Stelâ
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You watched her leave then looked over to see Jay was burping Addy like the nurse had shown the two of you. âYou know you look pretty good as a dadâ he smirked at you âOh yeah? You look pretty good as a momâ you motioned to yourself âSmoking hotâ
He shook his head with a laugh before saying âYou did amazing Y/Nâ you smiled âI had pretty good supportâ
He stood and walked over to transfer Addy to your arms âHere ya go mama, fed and changedâ you kissed her head and mock whispered âYour daddy is a really good man but donât tell him I said soâ he shook his head and leaned close to you to whisper âAddy, your mama is a really good woman and you can tell her I said soâ then kissed your temple.
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Frostbitten Love
Request: Ok ok now you got me jumping on the Antonio train as well đ„Â
Maybe an idea where you're working at Firehouse 51 and you both catch each other's attention when he visits Gabby and immediately somehow bond with each other, but due to bad experiences with guys in the past, you ignore your feelings as best as possible while Antonio always tries to get closer to you. One cold winter might, all the power wents off, leaving the district and 51 in nearly full darkness and coldness. A lot of helpers, including Antonio, come over helping the people out, and after some hours you all get a break and he finds you alone. So he sits with you and immediately cuddles you, keeping you warm, which also makes your heart melt and finally giving into him ? â€ïž
Pairings: Antonio Dawson x Firefighter!Paramedic!Reader
Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of abuse (verbal, physical, mental)
You moved from there to Chicago when they needed a temporary replacement and once the one you were temporarily replacing came back none of 51 wanted you to leave so after some begging from Chief Wallace Boden, and input from your team members and begging to Boden, you were a permanent member of 51 as a firefighter/paramedic. While you were in Colorado you were cross-trained to be a firefighter and a paramedic and this was your choice but it was also heavily suggested but your old chief, who you adored very much and he could say the same about you, of course he was sad to see you go but he understood that every firehouse wanted you and knew the day would come at some point. He heavily suggested it because when a paramedic or firefighter was out then someone could fill their spot immediately or if the ambulance couldn't make it to a scene quick enough everyone could do what they needed to do until they got there. So, when you got to Chicago and showed this it became a huge asset to them and that caused them to make you a permanent addition.Â
As you grew more accustomed to the city and your new firehouse you were quick to make fast friends with everyone and this extended beyond the firehouse, it extended to Intelligence and Med. You got to know them through being scenes or dropping patients off at Med. There was one person on your team that you made fast friends with and you would consider her as a sister, well you would consider everyone as your brother and sister but that is more in the first responder setting this went beyond that. Her name is Gabriela Dawson, she was the one to instantly connect with and she was dragging you to many events and not once you didnât complain. You learned a lot about each other like she had a brother in Intelligence and she learned that you didnât have any siblings and that you had just gotten out of a pretty nasty relationship, well all your relationships there were never great though some were good but most were nasty and left you with some crippling fear and some physical reminders of how bad it was. Along with becoming friends with Gabby you grew to know her brother, Antonio Dawson, and you must admit that he was very good looking, you so wanted to become closer to him and you wanted to even date him but that crippling always came back full force and it caused you to stay away.Â
You could clearly remember how you met Antonio; he had come into the firehouse looking for his sister for some police matter and ran into you. When he saw you, he instantly became entranced and wanted to get to know you more. He thought and still does think you are the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on and nothing you change his mind. You and Gabby had just come back from a call and Gabby had gone to talk with Matthew Casey about something while you took on the job of restocking the ambulance. You had your back turned to him to where the supplies were when you heard his voice and Kelly Severideâs voice. âHey, Kelly. You know where my sister is?â Antonioâs voice sounded and it was smooth and you instantly fell in love but you werenât going to show it.Â
âI think sheâs talking with Casey but I will go and get her.â Kelly saidÂ
âThank you.â He saidÂ
âNo, problem.â Kelly replied and now it was just you and him in the bay. He didnât speak but you knew he was still there but you werenât going to make a move. You had gone into your own little space and forgotten about him until his voice was right behind you.
âIâve never seen you around here before.â Antonio said and you jumped and turned around to him holding your chest where your heart is and breathing slightly heavy.
âYou scared the shit out of me.â You said taking your hand away from your chest.
âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to. Iâm Antonio Dawson, Gabbyâs brother. She has told me a lot about you but didnât tell me how beautiful you were.â He said, holding out his hand and you took your free hand that wasnât holding supplies and shook his hand.
âAll good things I hope.â You said completely ignoring the beautiful part. âIâm Y/N Y/L/N. Iâm the new firefighter/paramedic. Moved here from Colorado. She has told me many things about you too.â You said and smiled and then released his hand.
âWell, it is nice to meet you and I hope it was all good things youâve heard.â He said and was about to say something else but Gabby came over to the two of you.
âI see you two finally met. Kelly said you wanted me?â She had said pointing the last part towards her brother.
âOh yes. It was about your last patient.â He said and you looked at her.
âYou can tell him. Iâm gonna finish restocking.â You said and she nodded and then nodded to the kitchen area.
âIâll see you around Y/N.â He said and you smiled and nodded and then they went into the kitchen leaving you alone. Once you heard the door shut you turned around and smiled like a fool to yourself. Once the ambulance was restocked you had gone into the firehouse itself and went to the bunk area and laid down. So, you didnât get to see Antonio leave and you were somewhat grateful for that. As you laid you thought about him.Â
The next time you saw him was when everyone had gotten off shift and headed over to Mollyâs. Everyone had just finished a 3-day shift and you were very much looking forward to having a drink and then going to bed and sleeping for the next 2 days, not really but itâs going to feel so nice to actually sleep without bells ringing sometimes every second. âSo, what is your plan for the rest of your 3 days off?â Gabby asked as you grabbed your bag, she already had hers on her shoulder and she was just beginning to make her way to her car.
âWell, Kelly and Casey asked me to go to Mollyâs with the rest of you and I agreed, so that. Then afterwards Iâm going to go home and sleep in my own bed for three days and enjoy not having to get up a bell for what seems like every second.â You said and she chuckled.
âIâll probably be doing the same but I just know that Antonio will be dragging me somewhere.â She said as the both of you reached your cars. Your heart picked up just a beat at her mentioning her brother but once again you didnât let it show. âYou know he has not stopped talking about you.â She said.
âOh?â You asked and she nodded.
âEvery chance he gets heâs asking about you.â She saidÂ
âIâm not that interesting.â You said as you threw your bag into the back end of your car.
âHe begs to differ.â She said and you shook your head.
âIâll see you at Mollyâs.â You said and she smiled and nodded.
âIâll see you there.â She said and then you were getting in and starting your car up and then heading to the bar called Mollyâs it's mainly known as a first responder bar but everyone was allowed in, it was owned by Christopher Herrmann, Randall âMouchâ McHolland, who were two of your co-workers, and Trudy Platt, who worked at the precinct and somehow the two of you hit it off, and Stella Kidd, is a worker and manager. It wasnât a very far drive and you were thankful for that. You pulled into a parking spot close to the bar and under a streetlight. You were quick to get out and rush in like you could outrun the cold that seemed to take over the city quickly. When you were in you were instantly met with the heat and you basked in it until a voice was calling out to you that you recognized as Connor Rhodes, you looked up and smiled at him as he made his way over to you.
âHey.â He said and hugged you and you hugged you back.
âFancy seeing you here.â You said as you both released each other.
âJust got off shift.â He said and you were following him to where he was sitting with some of his fellow co-workers, some Intelligence, and some of your coworkers.
âSo did we.â You said and the talking, laughing, sharing stories, and cases went on throughout the night. You had volunteered to go and get more drinks and while you were up there ordering Antonio had walked in and when he spotted you, he smiled and walked up to you.
âSo, we meet again.â He said and you turned to him and smiled.
âSeems like it.â You said, the bar was busy and considering it is a Friday night you expected it. So, when it was taking longer to get drinks you didnât mind one bit. The two of you talked and he tried to get closer to you but you werenât allowing it. When you eventually did get your drinks, you were heading back to the table with him following behind carrying the rest. For the rest of the night everyone laughed and had a great time. Throughout the night Antonio did not take his eyes off of you and when it was time to leave, he was walking you to your car and making sure you got in safely and then watched you drive off.
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It was now December and Chicago was experiencing its coldest winter ever. The pipes were freezing and there were icicles hanging from the power lines and bringing them down enough that it was causing them to make power outages happen, some even breaking. No electricity meant no heat in peopleâs houses causing them to be without heat. When no heat was getting into peopleâs houses meant that the firehouse became a shelter. The firehouse being so big and an emergency center meant that there were some fairly big generators and several of them and considering you were from Colorado it just made sense.Â
The big power outage just had to happen when you were on shift. You had just come into work and everyone met in the meeting room. There was chatter when Boden walked in and everyone became silent. âAlright listen up. Itâs one of the coldest winters that Chicago has ever experienced. Electricity is going out which means that heat is going out and a lot of calls are going to be coming in so be prepared for that. For people that donât have electricity or heat know they can come here, shelters and the schools are opening up since generators are set up for here, shelters, and the schools. Blankets will be available and passed out and the bunks and any available space will have cots set up. Food and water will be passed out as well.â He said and everyone either gave a nod or gave their acknowledgement letting him know they heard him. As he dismissed everyone and started to set up cots and get supplies ready. As you were getting blankets out you looked up and saw Antoino and all of Intelligence coming.Â
âHey.â You said, you had gotten to know him over the months but still wouldnât get close to him but that might change tonight.
âHey, we decided to come down and help.â Antonio said and you smiled.
âThank you to all of you. We need some help moving and setting up cots and getting more blankets down.â You said and they nodded and then you were telling them where to go and who to ask about things. As everyone divided and went their separate ways but one stayed and that would be Antiono. As the time turned into hours and a bunch of people flooded in and some other first responders and medical staff had decided to come down and help. All of Intelligence had decided to come down and help, a lot of people were split up to help at the firehouse and others were sent to the shelters to help down there. You were becoming exhausted; you were non-stop going and Antonio saw this but even he didnât have time to go over and check on you since he was busy. After making sure you were doing ok from afar, he paid a lot of his attention to the people coming in.Â
âHey, Tonio!â Gabbyâs voice sounded to his ears and he looked up and smiled and saw his sister.Â
âHey, Gabs.â He said and hugged her.
âThe amount of people coming in is slowing down. So, why donât you go and take a break? Itâs bound to pick back up soon and throughout the night.â She said and she nodded as they released each other.
âI think I will.â He said and she smiled and walked away. He looked around for you but couldnât find you so he started to walk around. When he couldnât find you inside, he decided to look outside so he grabbed his coat and put it on and headed outside and that is where he found you, sitting on a picnic table looking up at the sky. The moon was full so the moonlight hitting you made you look like an angel, in his eyes. Snow was still following and it was following in your hat and that made him smile. He also noticed that you had your issued Chicago Fire Department winter coat and beanie on and that made him happy that you had grabbed it. He stood there watching you for a second before he decided to make his way over to you but you seemed to notice his presence.Â
âStaring is rude.â You said still looking up at the sky and didnât stop until he was sitting beside you.
âYouâre too beautiful not to stare at.â He said looking you in the eyes. âWhat are you dining out here? Itâs freezing.â He said as if he wasnât used to the harsh weather that Chicago threw at them from time to time.
âI needed a break from inside. Donât get me wrong I love helping people but sometimes you just need to get away. Plus, the weather and darkness reminded me of Colorado.â You said and he smiled and nodded and you turned to look out over the nearly dark city. It was silent for a minute and then he was talking again.
âCome here.â He said and you turned your head and looked at him and he had opened his arms up. You hesitated a beat having a mental fight with yourself and decided that this man had been so good to you and has tried his best to get close to you that you were going to give him a chance. All the months that he had been getting close to you or at least trying to you were falling in love with him.
âWhat made you become a firefighter/paramedic?â He asked and you looked back over at him and your cheeks were tinged pink despite you being bundled up and you Chicago Fire Department beanie on and him cuddling you. Maybe you were blushing but youâre going to blame it on the cold.Â
âWell, the firefighter part runs in my family and I never wanted to break that tradition. I love helping people in need and I love the adrenaline rush. My old chief pushed all of us to cross-train to be a paramedic just in case the ambulance couldnât be there in time or more were needed on scene.â You said and he held onto every word and you could tell and you appreciated that, none of your other relationships paid attention to you when you talked about your profession. As you sat and talked and looked out into the city watching the snowfall and covering the roads further the cold was getting hasher and actually getting to you despite the heavy winter coat you had on and you started to shiver slightly and he took notice of this. Antonio never once took his eyes off of you and he was smiling hearing you talk. It was silent again.
âCan I ask why you wonât let me get close to you?â He asked and you sighed and looked at him. You knew this was coming.
âWhen I lived back in Colorado my relationships werenât the best. Most of them cheated on me and most were abusive to me, mentally, physically, and verbally. After my last one I vowed not to get in a relationship not wanting it to happen again. But then I met you and everything changed and you made me see that not all men are evil. I didnât want to get close to you at first because of that fear but after getting to know you all these months and you holding me now is making me change my mind.â You were honest with him and he listened.
âI understand but I will never hurt you and if I did then my sister, all of 51, Med, and Intelligence would let me have it. Youâve made quite a few friends.â He said and you chuckled. âWill you give me the chance and let me take you on a date and let me show you that I will never hurt you?â He asked and you had already made up your mind before he even finished his sentence.
âI would love that.â You said and he smiled.
âCan I kiss you? I know it is fast but I canât wait a second longer.â He said and you chuckled and nodded.
âYes.â You said and so he leaned down and kissed you softly and you kissed him back just as soft. Sparks seemed to fly when your lips connected and you knew this relationship would be different. You donât know why you waited for months. Maybe part of you wanted to protect you from getting hurt again and maybe it was the trauma that kept you from being loved. This kiss undid everything and you found safety within him. Youâve made up your mind and you were going to let him show you how it is to be loved and how a guy could be a great boyfriend to his girlfriend.Â
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Fall Into You
Pairing: Kevin Atwater x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female and male receiving) teasing/mocking, cum play, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, all consensual. Slight power imbalance, Kevin is a landlord and reader is the tenant. No sexual favors being exchanged.
Summary: Hoping to beat the storm, Kevin comes over to fix your sink. However, the power goes out and you get to know your new landlord a little better.
Word Count: 7,402k
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A/N: Hello, my loves. This has been on my brain for a while and a special gift for @babybratzmaraj. I guess I should stop apologizing for writing so much, the story gon' need what it needs. ONE SHOT. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!
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The doorbell tore you from your thoughts as you looked out of your window. The TV stated that the storm was only getting started. Only getting startedâŠ
You inwardly groaned and fixed your glasses, heading to your door and checking the peephole. Kevin Atwater stood on the other side and your heart fluttered just seeing him. You stepped back, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
âKevin! Thank you! You didnât have to come today. This storm looks nasty,â you said.Â
Kevin smiled and shook his head. He wore a black puffer jacket zipped up and carried a small toolbox. âNo problem, I promise. Chicagoâs seen worse and you need a working sink,â he said.Â
You stepped back and let him inside, hoping that your glasses didnât fog up from the sheer sexiness that entered your apartment.Â
âHuh, you decorated since last time,â he said.
You looked around at the cozy space. The walls were standard, plain cream, but you made sure to dress it up with paintings in soothing blue and ocean pieces that reminded you of your hometown. The boxes had been cleared away since the last time Kevin was over to fix your bedroom door.
âYeah, had to make it look like I actually live here,â you said with a giggle.Â
Kevin laughed with you. He placed the toolbox on your small, round kitchen table and took off his jacket. You busied yourself with tidying up your clean apartment. You picked up the bowl of fruit just toâŠput it right back down on the sink.Â
You had to look anywhere but at the deep burgundy button up he wore. Or the peek of a black tank underneath. His bulging arms or the way his hips sloped just so. You had to look away so that he wouldnât see the neon âhornyâ sign on your forehead.
You could not crush on your landlord. It was several kinds of wrong. But how could you not? He was so tall, charming, funny, and sweet. His juicy pink lips have been the star of multiple fantasies lately.Â
â...help you with that,â Kevin was saying.
âHuh? SorryâŠâ you said and gave him a sheepish smile. Your mind tended to go on little vacations. Especially where Kevin Atwater was concerned.Â
He smiled at you and began rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. âI said what did you do with the boxes? I told you I could help you with that,â he said.
You waved him off and dropped down into a nearby kitchen chair. âYou already do so much for me, Kevin. I really should be paying you,â you said.Â
âRentâs just fine with me. I told you to call me for whatever you need,â he said. His eyes lingered on you a second too long before he licked his lips and started rummaging around in his toolbox.Â
You were incapable of thinking anything but dirty thoughts when he spoke. Whether he meant it that way or not. He brought the toolbox closer to your sink. He flipped the faucet and the pipes groaned. A loud, groaning sound as if there were ghosts dancing in the pipes.Â
He flipped it back off and gave you a look. âYou ainât tell me it was making that kind of a noise,â he said.
âI told you it was a noise,â you said. You shrugged your shoulders and he chuckled, licking his lips as he went back to looking at the sink.Â
âI was thinking it was a small noise. Like something just needed some WD-40,â he said. âThatâŠsound bad, right?â He asked.
âYouâre asking me?â You shook your head dramatically. âIf I knew anything about fixing sinks, I wouldnât have asked you here during a storm.â You still felt guilty about that. You told Kevin that you could wait until it passed, that running water wasnât that important in the grand scheme of things. You had bottles of water and the bathroom sink worked just fine to wash your hands.Â
As your mind wandered, you werenât paying attention to Kevin getting closer. You didnât notice as he stood in front of you and dropped down to a squat to look you in the eye. You shrieked when you finally saw him as he seemed to have teleported from the sink.Â
âThere is no way in hell Iâma let my favorite tenant live here with no running water. So no more need to apologize, right?âÂ
His raspy voice made you lose all coherent thought. You twiddled your fingers since he was too close and you gave him a light, nervous giggle. âStop. Iâm not your favorite tenant. Iâve seen the way Mrs. Brennan looks at you. Like you hang the moon,â you said.
Kevin chuckled and stood up, going back to the sink with the toolbox in his hand. He hummed. âI helped her out with something and now she keeps trying to set me up with her granddaughter,â he said.Â
âOh? Does Kevin Atwater have trouble meeting women?â You teased.Â
He laughed as he opened the cabinet underneath. You hadnât had a chance to get to the store for proper cleaning supplies. So far, all you had was bleach and Pinesol, a small bucket, and a pack of sponges. It was on your long, long, long list of things you needed in order to feel settled in this place.Â
The wind roared outside and it shook the windows. It howled. The heater was on but did little to combat the chill in the air. You would never feel settled here. The winters were a different breed. Designed to freeze you to the toes and wrack your body with uncontrollable shivers.Â
âI meet plenty of women. But timing and circumstances are never there,â Kevin said. He settled onto his back and turned off the water to the sink. He began working, leaning forward to grab a tool and then use it under the sink.Â
His shirt rode up revealing a soft middle that you wanted to sink your teeth into. He was solid and stocky, built for sturdiness.Â
âWhat do you mean by timing and circumstance?â You asked.
âWell, I did have a thing with someone but wasnât exactly healthy. She didnât like that Iâm a cop,â he said.Â
âHate to break it to you, but youâll find that a lot of people wonât like that youâre a cop,â you said. For you, it was always, âfuck copsâ. After meeting Kevin, now it was, âwant to fuck that cop in particularâ.Â
You looked useless sitting there at the kitchen table, but what else were you supposed to do? You still had some unpacking to do but you didnât feel right leaving him alone. The place didnât feel like yours yet. Your manners prevented you from leaving him to it as if he were some servant only here to do a job.Â
âThatâs fair. But canât stop me from trying,â he said.
âThatâs the spirit. Are you a romantic?â You asked. You heard the words after you spoke them and shook your head, not that he could see. âSorry, thatâs rude. You donât have to answer that.â You pushed your glasses back up your nose and blew out a quiet sigh.Â
âNah, itâs cool. I guess, yeah, I would say Iâm a romantic. Just waiting for the right girl. How âbout you come help me? Hand me that wrench,â he said. He pointed to something in his toolbox.
You stood up and got closer to him, getting down to your knees and sitting back on your legs. You picked up the nearest wrench and handed it to his outstretched hand. You shared a look with him as he took it from you and began loosening a bolt on the pipe.Â
âYou? You into the whole thing about romance?â He asked.
âUh, yeah. I believe it exists. How anyone can find love here when youâre freezing your ass off is beyond me,â you said.
âItâs all about layers. Undershirt, thermal, overshirt, sweater, hoodie, jacket. Youâll be warm enough,â he said.
You giggled. âWarm enough? Iâd be sweating worse thanâŠâ You successfully caught yourself before mentioning sex. You bit the corners of your mouth to prevent you from giggling about that. Something about Kevin Atwater turned you into a giggling mess like some kid with a crush.Â
âWorse than what?â Kevin asked.Â
You glanced at him. His pink tongue poked out between his lips as he worked on the bolt. The screeching from the metal grated a bit and you winced.Â
âWorse than a sauna,â you finished lamely. He flicked a glance at you as if he knew that wasnât what you were going to say originally. He left it alone as he hummed and returned to the bolt.Â
âYou get used to it,â he said.
âThis type of cold? No thanks,â you said.
Kevin chuckled. He sat up from the sink and fixed his shirt, lowering it over the glimpse of his stomach. He looked at you and smiled. âThereâs more to Chicago than just the winter time. We have the best pizza. Everybody friendly, they just loud about it. Tell you what, why donât you finally take me up on my offer to take you to Mollyâs? Itâs run by a couple of friends. Theyâre nice people, weâd all protect you, and youâd be able to get out and enjoy some things around here,â he said.Â
âA bar full of cops, doctors, and firemen? Iâd feel so intimidated,â you said. You shook your head and giggled.Â
âDonât. You need to get out,â he said.
âPot, meet kettle. How many times have you been out this week?âÂ
âFair. But if you go out, I will too,â he said.Â
You held his stare and bit the corners of your mouth again. âI have so much to do here already,â you said. You didnât like that you kept turning him down but the thought of meeting that many people at once? You wouldnât survive it.Â
You knew Kevin would be nice and show you around but being at the center of attention was unbearable.Â
âOne day Iâll get you to say yes. If youâre gonna be here, you may as well make some friends. I think youâd get along with Stella. You remind me of her,â he said.Â
âYeah?â
âYeah, tough, no nonsense, funny, sweet,â he said.Â
âPlease,â you said and giggled. Was this Stella single? Did they have something going?Â
Kevin opened his mouth to say something else when the wind howled louder, tearing your gaze to the window. The window shook and the lights began to flicker before they spasmed out. You shrieked as you were shrouded in darkness.Â
The pale, white glow of the outside gave your apartment a blue and gray tint. Like waking up in the morning and the sun was still hiding behind clouds. You stood up and went to the window but you werenât sure what you were looking for. Only that the snow and hail seemed to fall harder, peppering the ground.Â
âShoot,â you said.Â
Kevin stood up and moved behind you, placing one hand on your hip while he leaned behind you to look outside as well. His warm hand scorched your skin as he looked one way and then another.Â
âLet me see if itâs just us. Lock this door behind me,â he said.
Youâd never seen this side of him yet. The kind that took charge. A new authority entered his voice, one that did not entertain disobedience. He turned and walked out and you followed behind to close and lock the door.Â
You paced your kitchen as you waited. You didnât know why. Lights went out all the time. He was perfectly safe going to the basement to check the circuit breaker. Minutes passed while you piddled around, cleaning up runaway socks on the floor around the hamper.Â
Still had things to unload in the bathroom, but without light, you couldnât see what you were pulling out of the box. It was too awkward holding your phoneâs flashlight and the items.Â
A knock on your door made you jump but then you checked the peephole. Kevin stood there with his hands in his pockets, glancing around. You opened the door and let him back inside.Â
âPowerâs out on the whole block. I already put in a call with utilities. With this kind of storm, thereâs no telling when theyâll get out,â he said.
You sighed. âOh, Kevin, Iâm so sorry!â You said. You should have pushed him harder to stay home. To fix it another day.Â
âHey, what did we say about apologizing?â He asked.
âSorry! I just feel so bad. Oh! I said it again, sorry,â you said. You slapped a hand over your mouth as you couldnât stop apologizing for trapping him here. Now what were you going to do? He couldnât fix your sink in the dark and there was no power to cook so you couldnât offer him a meal.Â
Kevin crossed towards you, invading your personal space. âNo more apologizing. Itâs okay,â he said.
âWell, I was going to save these until after. Since youâre stuck with me, we have cookies to hold us over,â you said.Â
âIf I had to be stuck anywhere, Iâm glad itâs with you,â he said.Â
You smiled and tugged on the sleeves of your purple shirt. Now that the power was out, that meant your heater was too. âShit,â you said, realizing.
You told Kevin and he nodded. âHave you unpacked something to drink? Iâll show you how us Chicagoans stay warm,â he said.Â
âThatâs the first thing I unpacked,â you said. You left his overwhelming presence and went to your kitchen. The plate of cookies were wrapped on the short sink so that he wouldnât have seen it. You wanted to surprise him with gratitude for all the hard work he did around your place.
You opened a cabinet and grabbed two glasses. They clinked together as you placed them on the sink and went to a small pantry, taking out a bottle of whiskey. Kevin joined you in the kitchen to help and he whistled at the bottle. âBasil Hayden?â He asked.
âDid you expect something girly?â You asked.Â
âNo maâam, just didnât take you for a whiskey type,â he said. He grinned and joined you at the table.Â
âNow, we donât want to get wasted but the goal is to keep a steady drink going to stay warm. So how âbout some questions to get to know each other? Since we got all this time,â he said.Â
âIs this an interrogation?â You asked with a giggle.Â
âNaw, just two friends getting to know each other. So we either answer truthfully or take shots. Up for it?â He asked.Â
âIâm game if you are,â you said. Kevin took the lead by pouring tiny shots for you both in each glass. He pushed your glass towards you.
âYou can go first,â he said.
You tapped the glass and thought about a good question to ask. âIâll go easy. Whatâs a secret youâve never told anyone?âÂ
âThatâs easy?â He asked.
You nodded. You pointed to his glass. âYou can always drink up if thatâs too hard on you,â you said.
He smirked. âA secret Iâve never told anyoneâŠI once met my celebrity crush at a mall signing. She signed a poster for me. IâŠstill have it,â he said and smiled.
âWho! Whoâs your secret crush?â You asked.
âAht, itâs my turn. Worst heartbreak?â He asked.
âEasy questions, huh?â You asked.
He shrugged. âYou donât become friends by finding out each otherâs favorite colors.â
You thought about it and nodded. You told him about your worst heartbreak and how you dealt with it. How difficult it was to move on from it.Â
You went back and forth asking safe, but deep questions that required more than yes or no answers. You learned more about him and if it was possible, you fell for him even more.
âHow in the world are you single?â You asked when it was your turn again.Â
Kevin chuckled and played with his glass. So far, you had taken a few shots too nervous to answer the questions he asked. He had only taken two. One for when you asked about his parents and one when you asked about his first love.Â
âI wish I knew. I date; you make it sound like I hide in my house after work. The shit I see every day, sometimes I just need to get it out of my head. Dating on top of that just seems cruel,â he said.Â
You nodded. You could respect that. You had no idea what it was like being a cop. Seeing the worst humanity had to offer and still have to come up with hope for the people who survived. Dealing with the press and the community painting cops as modern day boogeyman. Still. He was too sweet and strong to not have someone. It was criminal.Â
âHow come you donât have anyone?â He asked.
You fixed your glasses and shrugged. âMay be a surprise to you but guys these days areâŠnasty. They send unsolicited dick pics, they canât hold a conversation, and think women owe them something for buying them a drink. LikeâŠI didnât ask for the drink so why does that mean I have to open my legs or suck them off? Especially when they wonât even go down on a woman!âÂ
Kevinâs surprised face made you suddenly feel the alcohol loosening your limbs and warming you up. It definitely loosened your tongue. You groaned and rubbed your forehead. âSorry, thatâs TMI,â you said.Â
âI would say take a drink every time you apologize, but then this bottle would be gone.â
The word was on the tip of your tongue and you bit it to keep from speaking it. He smirked at your attempt and you rolled your eyes. âYou donât know everything,â you said. Well, the door was openâŠ
âWhat is your ideal woman?â You asked.
âIdeal? Shit, I just want someone I vibe with. That thinks like me. Has goals,â he said.Â
âBeauty? Brains?â You asked.
âWhy wonât you go to Mollyâs with me?â He asked.
You smiled, remembering that it was only one question per person. âI donât know anyone. Meeting new people sucks. I donât have the personality for great first impressions,â you said.
âYou know me,â he said. âI would make sure youâre good. And you are great at first impressions. I wouldnât have rented to you otherwise.â
âYou are just being nice like always. Why is it important for me to go to Mollyâs?âÂ
âI want you to feel welcome here. Feel like you belong so you can stay,â he said.Â
You ducked your head, playing with your glass. The soft slide of glass on the table was the only sound in the room. Outside, the wind continued to howl as the storm carried on. You shivered, despite feeling toasty from the whiskey. Your skin felt icy. âI moved here, Kevin. Thatâs about as permanent as it gets.âÂ
Kevin scooted closer. He had to spread his legs wider to accommodate your chair. The smell of him invaded your senses. The smell of whiskey on him made your head fuzzy. He brought his hand up to caress your cheek. He gently turned your head to look at him.
âThis may be the drink talkinâ, but you feel this too, right? Between us? If Iâm imagining it, let me know now,â he said.Â
You looked at his lips and then back up to his eyes. He caught the movement and did the same, his gaze drifting down your face and then back up again.Â
âYouâre not imagining it,â you said.Â
Kevin leaned over and captured your lips in a sweet, tender kiss that warmed you up quicker than the whiskey. You returned the kiss, sighing, tongues dueling with each other.Â
âHmm, knew youâd taste sweet,â he said. He pecked your lips once, twice, and then lingered on the third time humming.Â
Emboldened by his actions, you leaned out of your chair. You climbed into his lap, wrapping your hands around his shoulders. Kevin sighed and put his hands on your hips, squeezing every so often.Â
âYou donât have to do anything youâre not comfortable with,â he said.
You smiled and kissed him again, rolling your hips. He groaned and his hands went lower to grab your ass. He gripped and massaged your ass, squeezing painfully enough to make you cry into his mouth. He growled hearing the sound, kissing you with more passion after each kiss.Â
âI want you, Kevin Atwater,â you said against his lips.Â
âAre you sure?â He asked. He leaned back and looked into your eyes. âIf youâve had too much to drinkââÂ
âShut up,â you said with a grin and kissed him.Â
You had been playing this subtle game between each other for weeks as you signed your lease and moved in. The first time you called him to tell him about your stuck doors, he showed up the next day he was free. He made conversation easy as he fixed the doors. He immediately put you at ease.Â
He found that your closet door was stuck too but he didnât have time to fix it at the time. He told you that he would be back and again, he made it so easy to talk to him and time flew by when he was around. It was like you didnât have time to think about being nervous when he was telling you about must see attractions to Chicago. He kept talking about the pizza and promised to bring one over.
He made moving there for work not feel so lonely. You were worried if you would find friends outside of work. No matter what, work friends were not true friends.Â
You kissed him again, your hands drifting down to start unbuttoning his shirt. The alcohol wasnât affecting you in the way he thought. It only lowered your natural anxiousness about being bolder. Funner. More open. Going after what you wanted.
Now that you knew you werenât crazy, that he wanted you as well, a dam broke. Kevin matched your desperateness to get your clothes off as well.Â
âI know another way to stay warm,â you said.Â
Kevin chuckled. âI told you I can help with whatever you need,â he said. âI keep my promises.âÂ
You finally got his shirt loose and pushed it off of his shoulders. He had huge muscles, showing off a physique that made you lick your lips in anticipation. His thighs bunched underneath you and you moaned, rolling your hips against his pelvis.Â
His erection was thick against his jeans. Kevin grabbed the edges of your shirt and pulled it off you, revealing your bra. He moaned and kissed around your chest. His hands traveled up and down your back, warming it up just like he promised.Â
The black tank he wore underneath looked damn good on him but it had to go. He stopped kissing your chest long enough to let you remove it. Your hands explored his chest while he put his mouth over your nipple through the fabric.Â
You moaned, throwing your head back and giving him better access. He took the opportunity you presented and sucked on your titty until the fabric was soaked with his saliva. Your nipple became increasingly sensitive under his attention. You were hissing and shaking by the time he finally let go and admired his handiwork.
He switched to your other nipple, giving it the same love and attention as the first. You squirmed in his lap, unable to stop moving. Your hands moved to the back of his neck and held him to you. He groaned and continued to tug and suckle on your nipple until it was sensitive as well.Â
As a big girl, it was not easy to feel small. Dainty. Delicate. But you felt like that in Kevinâs capable hands. You felt worshiped. Adored. The soft light coming from outside made the room feel like a bubble. Like time stopped somewhere outside and you were free to explore. To breathe. To cherish this moment with Kevin.Â
He licked the swell of your breast outside of your bra and you moaned. He kissed up your neck until his lips found yours. Until he was nibbling on your lips and licking away the sting. He sucked on your bottom lip and you felt the tug in your pussy.Â
You were uncomfortably wet. You felt your arousal dampening your panties. You didnât know how much longer you would hold out. Or survive.Â
âYou squirming a lot there. You feelinâ good?â He asked.
âYes,â you moaned.Â
âWhat Iâm gonâ find when I take them panties off?â He asked.Â
âMe, excited. Ready for you,â you said.
âOhh, you a little naughty on top of being sweet?âÂ
You didnât have time to answer. Kevin stood up, holding you, cupping your ass so you didnât slip. He kissed you while he held you. But your heart was thumping. Thundering. âI got you, donât you even worry,â he whispered against your lips.
The apartment was small so he crossed the space in a few steps to get to your bed. He gently laid you down and stepped back to admire how needy you were. How you stretched out on the bed and made a sublime vision of wantonness.Â
He bit his lip with a smirk as he unbuttoned your jeans and tugged them off your hips. Your breathing was rapid, out of control. Your chest rose and fell in quick succession. Your skin felt alive and electric. Like he needed to enter you right this second or youâd spontaneously combust.
âLook at you. Needy little thing,â he commented. His hands spanned the expanse of your thighs, rubbing and kneading.Â
âOh, Kevin,â you moaned.Â
âSo you ready for me, huh?â He asked. You watched through slitted eyes as he tilted his head. How could he be in control right now? Had it been that long for you?Â
You were too busy packing and saying goodbye to family and friends to worry about getting your rocks off. You were too busy working and unpacking in Chicago to worry about finding someone to relieve the pressure. The past few weeks, it had been you and Roman the Rose.Â
âIâm so ready,â you said, making him chuckle.Â
He took off his shoes, socks, and jeans and you watched him unveil parts of his body you imagined. Lusted over. Pictured way too often to ever tell him the truth.Â
âMhm, we gonâ see,â he said. He joined you on the bed. Kneeling on it, the bed groaned under his weight and you smiled. Your bed had been previously unprepared for someone of his size. He dropped his lips to your chest slowly. When his breath fanned over your nipples, you moaned and twisted away from him.
He completely covered you, however, so there was no place to go. He licked the swell of your breasts again, glancing up at your reactions. You were mesmerized by him. Under his spell. One of his hands slipped up your thigh and you twinged. Goosebumps pebbled your skin but you felt like you were on fire.Â
He pressed a thumb over your panties and pushed in, digging the fabric past your pussy lips and groaned at the wet glide of it already. âOh shit,â you moaned.Â
âHm, look what I found,â he said against your skin.Â
His fingers played with your pussy over your panties and you kept moving, twisting, writhing against your bed and underneath him. Every so often, his thumb would grace your pussy lips. That hint of skin to skin contact made you hiss and roll your hips against his hand.Â
Kevin used his teeth to drag down the cup of your bra. He grinned finding your dark nipple and then he latched on, swirling his tongue around it in a way that let you know heâd do the same to your pussy when given the chance.Â
Your breaths were choppy. Belly flipping. Pussy throbbing. Hands clutching your sheets and yanking.Â
Your orgasm was tearing through you, stealing your breath like a thief. Stars exploded behind your eyelids as rippling pleasure traveled throughout your body. Kevin hummed through it all.Â
âLook so damn pretty when you cum. Gonâ look even better when I get in there. I bet youâre gonna feel good ridinâ this dick,â he said. His raspy voice was its own brand of magic. Your nipples were still sensitive under his ministrations and the painful tug felt delicious.Â
You whimpered. He used his teeth to drag down your other cup and gave it attention as well. His tongue flicking across the dark areola. âShit!â You moaned.
âMhm, let me hear it,â he said. His warm breath fanned across the wet spots he left behind and you shuddered.Â
âKevin, please,â you begged.
âNaw, that begginâ shit donât work on me,â he said.Â
You whimpered once more as he rolled your nipple between his teeth. His hand went back to rubbing your pussy but this time, he finally slipped underneath. His thumb teased the area around your clit, never quite hitting it and teasing you with no mercy.Â
âOh fuuck,â you moaned. You turned your head to the side and bit your sheets, turning distraught at the realization that he was going to take his time with your body. He was an explorer. He was a master conductor fine tuning your body and learning the sounds you were capable of producing.Â
He sucked hard on your nipple and your back left the soft sheets, arching away from the bed. âAugh,â moaned.Â
At the same time, he dipped a finger into your entrance getting his finger wet up to the knuckle. âNice and fuckinâ wet. Fuck,â he moaned.Â
You hissed as he moved his finger in and out. His thumb continued to tease your clit, never directly touching it. It was a dual sensation that drove you insane and contracted on his finger.
âYou gonâ feel this good squeezing on my dick?â He asked.
âUh-huh,â you said and nodded. Hell yes you would. He just needed to believe you and get inside you already. You moved your hips against his finger and he hummed in appreciation.Â
âOh, impatient too. You wanna cum again?â He asked.
You nodded. âYes, please, I wanna cum,â you whined, your voice tinny and weak.Â
âGood girl, using your words without me having to tell you. Aâright, Iâll let you cum,â he said. He pushed a second finger inside you and then began pumping in earnest. His thumb moved to rub circles around your clit and you came instantly, shouting and twitching.
âShit, shit, shit,â you moaned as you came, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Kevin placed kisses along your chest as you did so, keeping up his particular brand of torture. He slowed down as your breathing returned to normal.Â
âHmm-mm,â I can get used to that,â he said.
You struggled to your elbows and looked at him. âFuck,â you panted.
He grinned and stood up. He slipped his fingers out of you and then licked them one by one. He moaned, closing his eyes. Fuck. It was the hottest thing youâd ever seen. He licked his fingers like runaway scoops of brownie mix left on the spatula.Â
You were getting worked up looking at him. He was distracted. You smirked as you leaned forward and pressed kisses to his stomach. He tensed up at the contact and you looked up at him.Â
He grinned at you, grabbing you by the throat. Your eyes fluttered closed. He hummed. He pulled you into a kiss. A wet, sloppy, loud one that made you hiss and scoot closer to him. You were dripping, soaked. Every movement you made called attention to the fact that you were wet as hell.
âI got somethinâ for you, but I wanna eat first. We didnât get to them cookies you baked,â he said.Â
Your eyes turned watery. âPlease, let me touch you, Kevin,â you said.Â
He planted another kiss on your lips, lingering to swipe his tongue around your lips and diving inside. Your pussy ached. Youâd never felt so empty in your entire life. âYouâll get your chance to make sure my dick wet for you. I donât wanna hurt you when I finally fuck you,â he said.
You sighed painfully through your nose. Your vision swam with tears. You were beyond horny. You didnât think you were this insatiable. You had two orgasms already but you wanted more. You wanted more from him.Â
Kevin licked his lips and removed his hand from your neck.. He rubbed your lips with his thumb and then gave you a sweeter kiss this time around. âNow lean back and let me get to eatinâ,â he commanded.
You needed no further encouragement as you flopped back onto the bed. He peeled your panties off, cooing at the dripping mess you were. âHm-mm,â he sighed. He kissed your thighs as he slipped your panties off. He licked your calf. He threw your panties somewhere behind him and it landed with a soft, wet plop.Â
You would have felt embarrassed usually. But there was nothing but pure, uncut lust. You could taste it in the air. Feel it burning you inside and out.Â
Kevin hummed, stroking himself through his briefs. He spread your legs and watched as your arousal slowly leaked out of you. You felt it roll down the crack of your ass and shivered. Cool air blasted from somewhere. The wind continued to howl, adding to the soft orchestra of sounds you were currently making.Â
Kevin knelt down slowly and got into position between your legs. He put them over his shoulders and yanked you down to the edge of the bed. His arms hooked underneath your legs and spread you open for his meal.
He blew slowly across your wet clit and you shivered. The anticipation was worse. You couldnât stop moving, shaking, yearning. Kevin laughed and kissed your clit. He hummed. âTaste so fuckinâ good already. Youâre so wet, baby,â he said. âGonna drown in this pretty pussy.âÂ
âFuck, Kevin!â You shrieked.Â
He chuckled. âCalm down, what you cussinâ for? I ainât even do nothinâ yet,â he said.Â
You whined, rolling your hips. âPlease, please, please,â you begged. You couldnât take this teasing. You werenât used to it. Had you even had sex before this? You thought you had decent lovers before. Men who knew what they were doing and had you screaming until the cows came home.
But Kevin? Kevin eclipsed any man that came before. You were a virgin all over again. This was your first time and your partner was an expert. A sex demon sent straight from hell.Â
âThe more you beg, the longer I take,â he said. He licked outside of your pussy lips. He went as far as the seam and pulled back, licking down âtill he reached your entrance. His tongue just crested the surface of it.Â
âOkay, Iâm sorry! Iâm sorry!â You yelled and huffed.Â
Kevin continued to tease you, drawing curses and screams and yells as he explored your body. Your thighs shook violently. Tingles turned to pinpricks against your legs the longer he held them open.Â
Wave upon wave of desire flooded your system. Your hands played in his hair as he worked, savoring you. He hummed every so often when you tugged on his hair or made a sound that sounded like you were near death. Near leaving this plane of existence forever.
You stopped trying to plead with him. You become engrossed in the pleasure he was giving you. You and it were one and you surrendered to the feel of him. He finally pushed in further, drawing his tongue close to your clit.
âAuhh,â you croaked.
Kevin kept going, swirling his tongue. His sloppy, loud eating was seduction personified. He sucked so hard that he made noises with your pussy.Â
You couldnât say anything to let him know that you were enjoying yourself. You couldnât encourage him to keep doing what he was doing. Your mind was gone. Gone on a different trip this time.Â
He sighed against your pussy and then flicked his tongue on your clit. It was your undoing. You cried out, pupils blown wide as you came and came and came. Shivers wracked your body. Kevin held you down in his powerful arms, helping you weather the tempest rushing through you.
Your fingers dug into his wild hair and pulled. It didnât seem to faze Kevin. He continued to eat you out as if searching for the next meal course. He ate you on the way down from the high. You moaned and bit your lip, hoping pain would help dull this type of ecstasy. It did not.Â
Kevin smacked his lips as he slowly stopped, rolling his tongue one more time. He leaned back and surveyed his work. You heard him smacking his lips. âMakinâ such a big mess for me,â he whispered. He kissed your pussy and then leaned back.Â
Your eyes found his. He smirked. His beard dripped with your essence. Entire lower jaw was wet and you saw trails of your slick in his beard. He rubbed it in, moving his hand to work in what you left on him.Â
âHow you feelinâ, gorgeous?â He asked.Â
âLike I died,â you said.
He chuckled. âWell, now you got some work to do. Get this dick wet,â he said.
He helped you into a sitting position. You yelped, feeling the giant pool you made on the edge of the bed. You were definitely going to have to wash these immediately. He grabbed your throat, tearing your thoughts away from the bed and back onto him.Â
He leaned down and kissed you. Fuck, you tasted good on him. You smelled yourself and it only turned you on more. He sucked on your bottom lip and then swiped his tongue up. He made out with you and you somehow dripped more. You were a veritable slip and slide at this point. If he entered you, heâd face no resistance.
He pulled back and you smiled goofily at him. He smiled back. âEven better than I been dreaminâ,â he said. He leaned back and let you go. You watched as he removed his briefs. Your eyes widened at the size of him.Â
He was long and thick, a deadly combination. Maybe all the prep time was more from necessity. Had he tried entering you without lube or without foreplay, that shit would hurt. You were no punk though.
You fixed your glasses and greedily took him into your mouth. You were not as nuanced as he was. You did not have time for games. You had been desperate to touch him, taste him, and explore him in the same way he did to you. You sucked the tip of him and he hissed, hands going to the side of your face.
You pushed past his hands, sucking as much of him down as you could. You used your hands on the area you couldnât get to. You spat on his dick and used it to let your hands glide better.Â
âSweet fuck,â he moaned.Â
You sucked on him, remembering to breathe through your nose so that you didnât pass out doing this. Your pussy throbbed as he continued to moan and throw his head back, rolling his neck. Your drool slipped past your lips and coated his shaft. You flicked your tongue across his tip and he jerked his hips forward.
His hands on the side of your head gripped you harder and pushed you down on his dick. Deeper than you would normally take someone. You had been worried that you would puke or something. However, you relaxed your throat and worked together to soak his dick with your saliva and make sure that he wouldnât hurt you on entry.Â
âFuck, right there. Right there,â he moaned.Â
You moaned right back, loving the way he took control of his pleasure and used you. âLet me cum in that pussy, baby,â he said.
You looked up at him and he licked his lips. You nodded. âYef,â you said around his dick.
He slipped out of your mouth and you sucked in deep breaths. Your head was light. Floating. Soaring. You licked your lips and rubbed your cheeks to get the ache out. But Kevin grabbed you roughly and flipped you over on the bed.
âOuee, shit,â you groaned. You sniffled. Fuck, he was ruining you for any other guy. You would never be able to have sex with anyone else ever again! Was it too early to propose? Was it too early to ask him to move into this tiny apartment with you and deliver this every night on demand? Would that scare him away?Â
His large hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you back. One hand left as he guided his dick to your entrance. You sighed. There was no reason to beg him not to tease you. He wouldnât listen either way.Â
Kevin shoved inside in one hard thrust that brought those stars back to your mindâs eye. âFuuuuuuuuuuuuh,â you moaned.Â
As suspected, he slipped in easily thanks to the foreplay and you sucking him off. He groaned as he was fully seated and began rolling his hips, giving you long, deep strokes. He grinded in your pussy and you began to shake and shiver on him.Â
âThrow that shit back like you want it,â he said.Â
You listened, throwing it back. He was stroking so hard that you couldnât brace yourself. You dropped down to your elbows and raised your ass higher. He moaned as he stroked deeper, hitting your sweet spot and making your toes curl.Â
âKevin, Kevin, Kevin,â you chanted.
âYeah, I know Iâm hittinâ that shit. Bounce it back,â he said.
You moved your hips faster, matching his pace. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked back. Your head snapped back, a bite of pain on your scalp. âAuh, auh, auh,â you croaked.
His thrusts made your ass clap on him. âMhm, gripping that shit,â he moaned. He twisted your hair again, yanking your head back a little more and stroking into you with precision.Â
âOue, baby, Iâm gonna cum,â you moaned. âIâm cumming, baby.â
âCum on then. Cum on this dick so I can nut in this pussy,â he said.
You cried. You exploded. You were ripped apart as the orgasm burrowed through your system. Your legs shook and twitched. Your pussy gripped him tight, making him snug as he pounded.Â
Kevin continued stroking until he groaned and busted inside of you. Hot pulses of cum signed his name in the crevices of your pussy and you moaned with him.Â
He slammed inside of you two more times and stilled, panting. He slowly worked his way out of you and you groaned. You immediately flopped onto the bed. Strength left you. Your energy was gone.Â
Kevinâs quiet huffs let you track him through the apartment. You heard water running and then he was back, cleaning you up. You whined, crying and pushing away from him. He cooed at you and gently cleaned you up.Â
Sleep tugged at you. You yawned. Kevin returned. You were putty in his hands as he moved you away from the mess you made. âI know another way to warm you up too,â he said.
âHm,â you sighed.Â
He chuckled as he got you out of the puddle. You sighed, curling up now that you were in a dry spot. Kevin placed something onto the wet spot and then got in bed with you, pulling your back into his chest. He spread out covers over you.Â
You had just enough thought to take off your glasses and put it on the nightstand next to you.Â
His hand came around to rest against your titty, still clad in your bra. He threw one leg over you and your body instantly warmed up. He was a space heater. You snuggled into his warmth and were out like a light, with a giant smile on your face.
The END.
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âLoud and Wrongâ
Characters: Kevin Atwater x Black!Reader.
Summary: Kevin and wifey have a minor disagreement.
Warnings: Fluff and a dash of spicy talk.
Word Count: 2,000+.
A/N: Well, lovelies. I've been having sleepless nights lately. Dealing with some ish. Life be life-inggg and it's keepin' my ass up at night *le sigh*. Tired of my mind racing. So to cut off intrusive thoughts I gave it a go and worked on some of my WIPS. My head quieted down enough for me to finish one. I've got some other things I've been working on as well. Fingers crossed I can finish some other worksđ€đŸ. This isn't heavily edited, but I hope you still enjoy it my lovesđ«¶đŸ. Here's to hoping I haven't lost my spark as a writer đ©đđ€·đŸââïž.
âThe disrespect in this household is at an all-time high. Just going to sit there and eat in my face like that.â
Your husband called you earlier as he was leaving the precinct. He informed you that Halstead, Ruzek, and Voight wanted to watch the game tonight. Kevin called to see if itâd be okay for them to watch it at the house. Once he had confirmation that it was cool with you, he mentioned theyâd be stopping for food. He offered to pick you up something as well, but you declined. You werenât feeling well, so you didnât have a taste for anything. Kevin asked if you were sure. After confirming, the call ended with âI love you.â Going against his better judgment, he found himself in the hot seat.
âWhat are you talking about, baby? How did I disrespect you?â Kevinâs senses prickled, and he braced himself for a lecture.
âSo, you didnât bring me any food? Give me some of your wings, babe,â you plead.
Not thinking it through, he let his temper get the best of him. Kevin fussed, âDid you, or did you not say you werenât hungry? No, baby, you do this every time. You shouldâve told me to get you some food. Why do you do that?â
Your eyebrows raised, âAm I not allowed to change my mind?â
âDonât answer that,â Adam fake coughed, âloaded question.â
Ignoring his best friend, you smirked as Voightâs hand met the back of Ruzekâs head, and he whispered an apology.
âIâm not even that hungry. I just want a couple of wings and some fries.â
âWhich means you want all my flats and the crispy fries. Thatâs the best part of the meal. If you changed your mind, there was plenty of time to call me back and ask for something. Why not do that? Am I right, or am I missing something here,â he directed the last question at the guys. They had been sitting in uncomfortable silence, trying to remain neutral. Neither Ruzek nor Halstead wanted any part of the exchange.
âKev, give that beautiful woman some food. Always keep your wife happy,â Voight replied.
âIâm not in it, Bro,â Jay replied, while Adam held his hands up, wanting no part of the conversation.
âYou should listen to Voight. Besides, I did text you.â
âNo, you didn't. I had my phone on me the entire time, love.â
âOh, so now Iâm a liar? Okay, bet,â you responded, tone clipped. You sat beside Kevin with your arms crossed, giving him the silent treatment.
It had only been a few minutes when it started driving him crazy. âHere, ma. Just take some. I guess I can order some more food.â
âIâm good. Liars donât get rewarded. Right?â
âMan, whatever,â he responded, kissing his teeth as he shook his head. âIâll gladly enjoy my food.â
His phone signaled a text from Halstead. The men made eye contact as Jayâs facial expression signaled for Kevin to read it.
âBro, are you crazy? Donât argue with a pregnant woman. Sheâs growing your child. The least you could do is just go with it, even if sheâs acting a little dramatic. Itâs not her, itâs the hormones, brother đ.â
Kevin sighed, knowing Jay was right. Not even bothering to respond, he backed out of the message. His movements halted as he noticed an unread message. Turns out you had texted him an order.
Feeling like a jerk, he locked his phone, sliding it back into his pocket. Not saying a word, he grabbed his to-go box, gently placing it in yours. His lips left a juicy kiss on your cheek, trailing up to the left temple before he spoke, âYou're right, baby. I shouldâve ordered extra food, just in case. Eat this, and Iâll just order some more.â
âMm, am I right? Or did you finally see my text message? Jackass.â
He couldnât even be mad because you were right. The doorbell sounded, leaving a confused look on your husband's face. Dumping the box back onto his lap, you turned to Voight.
âCould you help me up? Please,â you asked, voice soft and angelic.
Kevin quickly placed his food on the coffee table. âStop playing, mama. I can get the door.â You rolled your eyes, âIâll get it,â you snapped. Kevin stood there tilting his head to the side, burning with attitude. Voight inserted himself, âYou two play nice and put this to rest. Iâll get the door.â
âNonsense, youâre our guest,â you responded, but Voight was already up, halfway to the door.
Hank was only gone a few minutes. He returned to the family room, smiling and chuckling to himself. âMrs. Atwater. I never want to be on your bad side. KevinâBro. I don't know how you'll pull yourself out of this one.â
Kevin looked at Voight quizzically. He watched as his boss laid a fatherly kiss on his wife's temple. It fully registered for him as he witnessed the man hand her an Uber Eats bag. The same logo they had all gotten their dinner from was written in big, bold letters on the receipt attached. The two of you glared at one another as you dug in and devoured a handful of fries.
The room erupted in laughter as Kevin rolled his eyes. Unlike the other men in the room, he found nothing funny.
âWhen did you order food?â
âThe minute you called me a liar.â
Kevin pinched the bridge of his nose.
I love the hell out of this woman, but she gonâ drive me crazy.
âYou cannot be serious. Let's not pretend you didn't know Iâd give in and share my food. Why must you be so damn petty, woman?â
âJust hush. Itâs over. Sit down, eat your food, and enjoy the game. I know I will,â you responded with a devious smirk.
Kevin groaned in irritation as he reclaimed the spot next to you. You felt his pillowy, soft lips press against your cheek, moving to that spot behind your ear. He smiled at the shiver his actions pulled from you. Fighting back a grin, you playfully rolled your eyes. With a mouthful of chicken, you responded, âStill not forgiven. You'll have to do more groveling than that, boo.â
He leaned close, whispering in your ear, âThat's cute. Trust me, love. I have my ways. Daddy knows how to make it up to you. Wait until I get you alone.â
âBro! We can hear you,â Adam complained.
âIâm beginning to wonder how this isnât your second or third baby, Kev,â Voight teased.
Hank joked as the other two sat there, blushing like crazy. Covering your face, you awkwardly laughed with embarrassment.
âIâd get up and leave you to fend for yourself, but I canât exactly make a run for it these days,â you ribbed Kevin.
As you were about to shrink into yourself sheepishly, the doorbell went off, and you left Kevin to deal with taunts and teases from his work family. With a firm grasp of his forearm and shoulder, you lifted off the couch. Looks of admiration rained upon you as each man watched the cute waddle you made toward the entrance.
Damn near breathless from the short distance, you took a moment to catch your breath. âBaby? Are you good?â You waved him off, telling him to calm down, and pulled open the door. Burgess and Uptonâs eyes shone with excitement as they started to make a fuss over your growing baby bump. You chuckled as they questioned why youâd been the one to answer. The minute the three of you entered the living room, Burgess crossed the room, bopping Adam and Kevin upside the head as Upton chastised Halstead and Voight.
âLadies, please. Donât be too hard on the fellas. They all offered, but I refused,â you waved your hands. âYou guys know Iâm stubborn.
âAs hell,â Kevin interjected.
âYou want static with me so bad,â you sassed.
Kevin threw his hands up in surrender and bit his lip, slightly turned on by your attitude. Behind that sexy smirk was playfulness and something else you couldnât quite figure out. Adam cleared his throat, âLadies, not to be disrespectful, but can you stop giving us a hard time? We promise to behave if you just let us watch the game.â
Kim rolled her eyes, mumbling, âYouâre making it very hard to like you right now. The couch is calling your name.â
Before Adam could dig himself into a deeper hole, you directed the women toward the kitchen where your peace and sanctuary awaited you.
âIâll take this,â you said, snatching your wings from Kevinâs grasp. âIâm not sharing either,â you mocked. He nodded his head, sucking his bottom lip in. âAlright, ma. Keep it up. Iâm keeping a tally.â You chuckled, turning to head further into the kitchen. You had to have the last word.
âWhen will you stop with these hollow, empty threats, dear sweet husband?â
Kevinâs head pushed back into the couch cushion behind him as he watched you walk away. He groaned to himself, or so he thought.
âLeave that poor woman alone, bro,â Adam joked.
âI canât help it. That woman knows how to keep me on my toes, and I live for it.â
Every man in the living room had been hyper-focused on the game except for the man of the house. The sassiness you had given him earlier had heat simmering inside him. Your attitude always sparked a desire in him. His hands vibrated with a need to grab a handful of you. Kevin wanted nothing more than to have a moment alone with you.
Pulling himself from his lustful thoughts, he cleared his throat, âIâm going to go grab another beer. Anybody want one?â
The crew nodded âyesâ in unison, eyes still fixated on the television screen. Kevin leaned against the kitchen archway, listening to the animated conversation among the women. You could feel his eyes on you, and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips.
âIs there something that you need, Mr. Atwater,â you questioned with a playful edge.
Your eyes connected with his before slowly trailing down to his bottom lip, tucked between his teeth. Hidden behind the lip bite was a sinful smirk that screamed trouble. Kim and Haileyâs stares bounced between the two of you. Clearing her throat, Kim stuttered, âYou know think I hear Adam calling? Hailey, you want to join me? Weâll meet you two in the living room, yeah,â she questioned, both women not giving you time to respond.
âTraitorous heifers,â you mumbled under your breath.
You stood behind the kitchen island, arms crossed, watching Kevin make slow, calculated strides toward you. He stepped behind you, gently grabbing your waist and turning you to face him. The giant man towered over you, licking his soft, plump lips. The action alone caused you to bite back a moan. He bent lower as his mouth ghosted over your own.
âYou still mad at me, baby?â
âMad? No. Irritated, yes,â you finished, neck rolling a bit.
Kevin chuckled lightly, and in a flash, he grasped your hips, lifting you and depositing you onto the counter. Standing between your parted thighs, he leaned in and trailed his lips from your chest to the side of your neck. It slipped your mind that the house wasnât empty, and a moan escaped your lips.
âShhh, mamas. Donât forget we have company.â
âThen let me down,â you gasped as his lips gently suckled your flesh.
âNot a chance in hell. Got you right where I want you now.â
âK-Kevin, seriously. You're getting me all wound up. The baby finally settled and stopped kicking me every five minutes. Don't get her started up again. Down. I want too get down,â you whined like a toddler.
âTell me you're no longer irritated. I don't want to beef with you anymore, love. If you promise weâre good, I'll let you down,â he smirked.
âYou're so irritating,â you responded playfully, rolling your eyes. âFine, we're good!â
His hand cupped your chin as he pecked your lips continuously. It sent you into a fit of giggles. Your hand daringly wrapped around his throat to the best of its ability. Kevin groaned, pulling his plump lip between his teeth.
âI know that look. What you tryna do with a house full of guests, Mr. Atwater?â
Before your husband could reply, Voightâs voice boomed from the living room, âYou two aren't as discreet as you believe yourselves to be. Atwater, halftime is over. Leave that sweet woman alone.â
âYes sir!â
His lips landed a kiss on your forehead as he promised, âI'm taking your fine ass on a date tomorrow night.â
Kevin swept you off the counter, helping you find your footing as your swollen feet met the hardwood floors. He leaned in giving you one last sensual kiss, promising to ravish you once the two of you were alone.
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Whatever Comes
Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader
Word count: 2,147
Warnings: A lot of angst. Mentions of blood, life-threatening injuries, hit-and-run, fracture wounds, and miscarriage.
Summary: Doctor (y/n) (y/l/n) and Jay Halstead are secretly dating when there is a terrible accident involving (y/n) and a lot comes to light.
Disclaimer: I donât own any of the One Chicago shows, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way, or know anyone involved with it.
A/N: Okay, so this is my first fic in a long while and I don't think it's all that good but I had to restart somewhere, so I hope you like it anyway!
(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)
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You had just gotten out of your car across the street from the side of Med and, as you were making your way through the bit of road that led to the hospital, a car comes into the driveway â screeching tires, in full speed â and runs you over long before you could even see anything and, there, in the matter of a few seconds, everything goes black and youâre left bleeding out in the street.
Almost an hour later, after you had regained consciousness and had begun dragging yourself, very slowly, towards the hospital, Will and Ethan, about to go inside Med, spot you and run your way eager to help you out â even if they hadnât known it was you at first.
âOh man, itâs Dr. (y/n) (y/l/n)!â Ethan exclaimed.
â(y/n), can you hear me?!?â You sort of heard Will ask through your dizziness haze.
âWow, youâre actually shorter this up close than I had imagined at first.â You attempted a joke with your friend, momentarily gaining some clarity.
Ignoring you, Will just asked no one specifically, âoh Lord, how long has she been bleeding out here?â
Decisive as always, you heard as Dr. Choi commanded, âI donât know but, come on, Will, letâs carry her to the ED!â
As soon as your friends get inside the hospital with you, everybody stays in shock for a moment until Maggie yells: "get her in treatment 4, now!"
Following her lead, Will and Ethan get started on treating you, who has a few broken ribs, and free fluid in your belly besides from a punctured spleen. Having done their best in the ED, they decide to send your upstairs for surgery with Crocket.
Once you're going to surgery, Miss Goodwin tells Maggie and the doctors to call PD and specifically ask for Intelligence, since you were friends with the unit. As the cops get there, one stands out: Jay Halstead. He's frantic, devastated-looking, just completely lost, and desperate to hear more news about your condition. No one really understands why he is reacting like that, but all of them do share the fear of losing a great friend. Voight's giving out assignments to the team, so Jay knows that that's when he needs to speak up.
"Um, sarge?" All eyes are on him. "If you and the team don't mind running one man short today... I was hoping that I could, um, stay here with- with her?" Hank just stares at him, unlike everyone else â who are shocked â the older man's focus is on his detective's eyes, on the way he was so distraught from the moment they got the call about (y/l/n). That was the behavior, the look, of a terrified man. And, as everyone there knew, Jay Halstead â the freaking war vet â wasn't one to get scared easily. "(y/n) and I-"
"It's fine. No need to explain. You should stay here, Jay. Let us know, in case anything changes. And we'll catch the son of a bitch." He said firmly, making Jay feel as appreciative as ever, and, also, sending an implicit message to all the other members of the unit, one that said: we work this with all we got right now, for (y/n), and for Jay, no questions asked.
After the officers left the hospital, there was still a big commotion from everyone who stayed, because it was one of their own up there in the or. But, surpassing everyone else's, was Will's surprise by how distraught Jay looked, especially considering how his little brother wanted to stay at the hospital, instead of going to find who hurt you. So he comes to confront the detective about it. "So... You and (y/n) are a thing?" Will asked, trying to understand. Since Jay just nodded his head, he decided to push a little further: "And... Were you ever planning to tell me? What the hell, man?"
"Will, I-"
"She's one of my best friends, Jay! Not to mention the fact that I'm the doctor who oversees her work here!"
"Will you put it down?" Jay pleaded with his brother, motioning him to a more reserved corner of the waiting room. "I know, okay? I know. And I'm sorry if it upsets you, man, I really am. But this could've blown her career. That's why we hadn't told you yet." It was clear that Will didn't exactly like his brother's explanation, but he knew it was true.
"Just... How long?"
"Um, about six months?"
"Six months?!" The doctor yelled in shock, then repeated it in a lower tone. "But, six months?"
"Yeah, I know it's a lot of time keeping you in the dark, Will. But, trust me, we weren't thrilled about it. And we were hoping to tell you soon. I swear." Jay said, and his brother could, once again, see it was the truth.
"So, that means that when you started seeing each other she was still finishing med school?"
"Yeah, that's right. Which was, like, the main reason for us to keep it under wraps. An intern dating the attending doctor's little brother? Wouldn't look good."
"That's true..." At that point, Will took another look at his brother. Jay looked so worried and scared, even while trying to hide it. "So, uh, you guys are serious?" That question got a little smile out of the detective.
"Yes, we are. I know that it is new for you... But, I love her, Will. I really do." He took a moment to breathe, not being able to hold back some tears this time. âAnd, I canât lose her. I just canât.â
âJayâŠâ Will started saying but didnât quite know how to continue. What could he possibly say to comfort his brother right now? âWe just⊠We just gotta stay hopeful, okay? (y/n) is a really tough person and Dr. Marcel is a great surgeon, you know it. She is gonna pull through.â
A lot of disquieting hours later Crocket finally comes out of the surgery, just to be met by a very worried hospital staff and an on-edge Jay Halstead.
"Where is sh- How is she? Is (y/n) okay? Can I see her?" The detective hovers, not even taking a breath.
"Wow! Uh, you gotta calm down a little, buddy."
"Don't give me that crap! Just- just tell me how she is!" Jay shouts again, not giving a damn about what anyone was thinking. You were the only thing on his mind right now.
"Alright. But try to keep breathing, okay?" To that, the other man didn't even bother to answer. "Okay, um, it was a very complicated surgery, I had to do a lot of cleaning and moving around to get to the worst parts and-"
"Can you please just cut to the part where you tell me if she's okay? No offense, but you can fill me in on the details later." Jay stated nervously. It wasn't just that he wanted to know what was the result of all those hours in the or, but, also, because Jay knew he wouldn't understand half of what Connor was saying, even with the simplified language. You would. But not him.
"Right. Okay. She's, um, she's okay for now. We'll need to monitor her on an hourly basis, though." By that point, the surgeon could already see the relief on both Halsteads' faces, so he went on. "We controlled the bleeding, but, with all the blood loss," he stopped to take another look at the detective, "I'm afraid," another pause, because, sure he had delivered this kind of news before, but this time it was a lot harder, because those people were his friends. And, what they had just lost, he had just lost too, in a way, "we couldn't save the baby."
"The baby?" This time he got an answer from both brothers.
"Uh, uh... You, uh, you didn't know she was pregnant?" Crocket asked, kind of already guessing the answer while sharing a look with Will.
"Oh my God..." It was all the youngest Halstead managed to let out. Seeing how his brother was unable to react any further, Will decided to step up and ask the tough questions.
"So, um, if everything goes well from now on, you think that (y/n/n) will make a full recovery?"
"Ahhh, yes, actually. She was in great health, so, after making it through, uh, through the night, she shouldn't have any major issues." At that point, Marcel himself was trying to be as objective and as doctorish as possible, in order not to make things worse for the man who had just heard that he lost a child he didn't even have a chance to wait for.
"So, is it, um- is it possible that she didn't know about the pregnancy yet?" But, damn it, Will just kept asking all the impossible questions.
"Uh... It is, actually. Very possible." Hearing that, the detective immediately glued his eyes on him. "We estimate that the fetus was about seven weeks. It's very common that women on birth control haven't found out about it at that point." As neither Halstead said anything, Marcel continued, "well, she's up in the ICU now and in and out of consciousness but, if you want, you can see her for a few minutes."
Hearing that, the detective came out of his haze and said: "Yeah, I wanna see her!"
A few hours later, as Will Halstead gathered his things after finishing his shift, he decided to go check on you but got surprised when he realized that his brother was still there, in the waiting room. "Jay, what are you still doing here?"
"I'm waiting," he said simply.
"Jay." Will called again, "you can't do this, you need to go home, get some sleep, eatâŠ"
"I'm not leaving her alone."
"She's not gonna be alone, Jay." Not getting any response, Will decided to lead with something else. "You know, Voight called Goodwin and said that they're hitting a lot of walls in the (y/l/n) investigationâŠ" Measuring his brother's reaction, Will continued: "Maybe they'd have better luck working with the whole teamâŠ"
"Yeah, you're probably right. Tomorrow I'll tell Voight that I want in on the investigation." Jay said, not making any sign of wanting to leave.
"Jay, you can't work tomorrow after staying here the whole night!" Seeing his little brother still not intending to leave, he threatened, "if you don't go home right now, I'll call Voight myself and tell him that you're in no shape to work-"
"Oh, c'mon! You're gonna do that!"
"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you," Will said, looking as serious as they get. "Look, Jay, you know she's in good hands here. And, whatever happens, you'll be the first to know, I've made sure of it."
"But-"
"But nothing, Jay! It's time to go, come on!" Will pressed so much that Jay resigned himself to do as his brother told him.
For almost a week, you stayed in the ICU. For almost a week, Jay Halstead passed by Med on his way to work and on his way home from work.
Once you were moved to a room, Jay started feeling like he could finally breathe again, even though there was now the baby that someone had still to tell you. And, after chatting with Will and Crockett, Jay had already decided he was gonna be the one to deliver the news to you. So, one day, after Intelligence had already caught the drug dealers that were running away when they hit you, Jay asked Voight for the afternoon off to take you home from the hospital.
When you were at your place, you asked Jay what was going on: "Hey, you didn't say a word on the way here, is anything besides the fact that I just spent almost two weeks in the hospital and that everyone found out about us wrong?"
"Let's sit down for a minute, babe."
The minute he said that, you knew there was something really wrong.
"Okay, you're scaring meâŠ" You said while sitting down on the couch.
"I just- I have something important to tell you," and, like that, Jay proceeded to tell you the worst thing you ever heard. It's not like you'd been planning on becoming a mother or anything like that anytime soon but it was still a possibility that was brutally taken away⊠You and Jay cried together for the first time and, consoling each other, you felt your relationship growing stronger.Â
So much so that after some time you could start talking about the future that both of you foresaw with one another and, even though nothing was completely decided, there was one thing you knew for sure: as long as you were together, you could face anything.
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Upstead Foster Daughter
Did you ever wonder how Upstead would be as foster parents for a teenage girl? Like Hank and Erin, Hailey and Jay welcomed Olivia to their home when she was 16. Olivia holds a lot of grudges and is full of mischief, but she is also incredibly sweet and has a tremendous need to feel like she belongs. To her surprise, Hailey and Jay will give her exactly that.
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[Chapter I] "If I was dying on my knees you would be the one to rescue me"
Jay is shot and help comes from an unexpected source.
Blood was no stranger to Jay Halstead. Nor is being in the aim of a gun. But actually being shot, bleeding out? This is something you never get used to.Â
Jay had been lying on the cold concrete floor for about two minutes now, unaware that minutes had passed. Everything happened so fast. The bullet missed his bulletproof vest and hit his side, invading him with pain and knocking him to the ground.
Jay made an effort but failed to reach for his radio that he dropped when he fell. Being alone, bleeding out from a hole in your belly, is enough to send anyone into a panic. But not him, because Jay knew that was not how he would die, chasing a stupid drug dealer who shot him down an alley in the middle of the day. He wasn't even supposed to be there alone in the first place.Â
His team would find him. Hailey would find him.
Half a minute later, Jay hears footsteps coming from the other side of the alley. His hands loosened the hold on his side where he was stanching the bleeding with a piece of his plaid shirt. They got to him, he could relax now.Â
The footsteps were soft, they were probably from Hailey or Kim, even Hank coming-
âJesus Christ! Sir, what happened?â Jay's head moved in the direction of the voice so fast that he felt pain shooting through his entire body.Â
His vision was getting blurry, be he could make out a teenage girl who could not be older than fifteen. She was staring at him from 10 steps away and the strain his neck was doing to look at her was making him even more uncomfortable. He resumed his previous position with a loud groan, pressing the piece of fabric tighter against his side again.Â
The action calls the girl's attention to the wound, the amount of blood making her gasp and kneel on the ground beside the man. Although she had never seen a gunshot wound before, she knew it was one. She noticed his vest, his gun, and his radio on the ground. He was a cop and he was bleeding out on the pavement right in front of her. She had to do something.
Her hands flew to the wound, joining his bigger ones in stopping the bleeding. She took out her coat, pressing it to the wound.Â
âMy beltâ Jay said, reaching out to it. He had attempted to remove it earlier, but his hands were shaking excessively and he lacked the strength to do so. Just like he couldn't reach for his radio to call for help.
She got the message and took his belt. His badge and gunholder coming off in the process. The girl knew she had to do a tourniquet, so she wrapped the belt around his side, finding some difficulty in doing so, but still managed to succeed. More grunts of pain left Jay as she tightened the belt.Â
Her hands and clothes were covered in blood, and her face had some splashes from when she tried to get her hair out of the way.
What to do now? She couldn't carry him, she couldn't leave him here alone to die either.Â
âThe radio, take my radioâ Jay's voice was weaker now, he was using all his strength to not pass out.Â
She looked back and stood up to retrieve the radio. She came back and kneeled beside him again, waiting for more instructions. It was crazy how he could still think rationally in these conditions. She felt so powerless because he was the one dying, but he was still managing to tell her what to do. She knew, however, that he was probably trained for moments like this.
âWhat's your name?â Jay said after a moment trying to catch his breath.
âOliviaâ She answered, her voice shaking.
The girl glanced down at the name carved on his vest âHalstead, Intelligenceâ she read out loud.Â
âYeah, yeah, you-â he coughed. âYou pull this switch and press this buttonâ his blood-soaked hand showed her how to do it.
âCall for help, tell them the addressâ were Jayâs last words before he started to feel his consciousness fading away.
He turned his head to the side, feeling the cold on his cheek. His vision went completely black but he could still hear Olivia's voice in the background.
Jay could not make out what she was saying but the last thing he heard before passing out was Hank's voice through the radio âWho the hell are you?!â
You all recognize the lyrics from the title, right? Thank you for reading and let me know what you think! It's my first time attempting to write a story with multiple chapters so any form of encouragement is much appreciated âĄ
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Giggling - Jay Halstead
Requested: yes
Word count: 309
Warnings: none
a/n: sorry it's short
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âYou smell real good, love" They say while nuzzling their nose in your shoulder and you start to laugh because it tickles so much but they won't stop doing that to make you all gigglyâ
Being with Jay was nice. It was safe. It was cozy. You felt truly loved. And every night you were reminded of how much you loved him. Sure heâd come home late sometimes but you were always there to accept him into bed with open arms.Â
And days where he wasnât working, he would find you at some point throughout the day and shower you with his love and affection.Â
You were laying in bed, tired from the extra work you had put into your job yesterday, just trying to get your back to rest up a smidge.Â
Jay was on his side, eyes closed from the nap heâd been taking for a bit, and you sighed, deciding to flip onto your side and maybe catch some sleep too.Â
As soon as you rolled over, Jay looped his arm around you, pulling you to his chest. His breath tickled your neck as he hummed, âYou smell really good baby,â He murmured, rubbing his face into your shoulder.Â
A laugh left your lips as his breath tickled across your skin. âStop-â You managed through a giggle, attempting to cover your neck with your shoulder.Â
He chuckled softly, nuzzling his face further into your neck, peppering kisses along with them,âMmm, no,â Jay muttered, too distracted by the beauty of your laugh to stop himself.Â
âJayy,â You dragged his name out, moving a hand to the side of his face to push him back, rolling over to face him with a wide smile still on your face. âEnough,â You added, firmly but with no actual malice or annoyance behind your words.Â
Jay popped his bottom lip out, sending you big green puppy eyes with the pout. Lightly you leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. âThatâs for you to promise you wonât tickle me again.â
âI make no promises.â
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Just friends
Warnings: Swearing, minor violence
Chapter three
âSon of a bitch!â
âStop,â you hiss, smacking Adamâs hand away from your face. âTrust me, Iâm fine.â
You had gotten in between two drunken assholes when they started fighting in front of you while you were collecting dirty glasses from tables. You ended up getting punched twice in the face since both men swung at the same time; however, the fight immediately stopped when they realized theyâd hit the wrong person.
Two bouncers threw them out, and that was the end of it until Adam got involved. He got riled up, thinking he was going to have both of them thrown in jail.
âIs there a problem here?â Jasper walks into the staff room and says, âI heard there was some kind of altercation.â
âI got caught up in a bar fight; Iâm fine.â
Since you were facing Adam, the owner couldnât see how swollen your eye had become or the blood gushing from your eyebrow.
Adam steps up towards the owner, but before he can say anything, you lightly shove him in the chest, gaining his attention again. âTommy, Iâm fine. Take a walk or go back to work.â
He lowers his head slightly. âIâm sorry, boss, I just hate seeing a woman getting beat on, you know? It sets me off.â
Jasper pats him on the shoulder and says, âI get it.â
At this point, you turn to toss the tissue in your hand into the trash and go to get another one. âI think Angel should go home,â Adam says. âHave you seen her face? Itâs a mess.â
âAngel, let me see.â
You turn and look Jasper in the face, and his jaw clenches. You were under no false illusion that he cared for you personally; rather, he cared about how you looked. He makes a tsk sound. âThis just wonât do. Princess,â Jasper clicks his fingers at a blonde dancer when she enters the room. âGo and find Gregg for me; tell him I need a word with him. Tommy, go back to work.â
âIâm not excusing him shouting his mouth off.â You top off the whisky in Jasper's glass with your free hand while the other holds ice over your eye. âBut one of the dancers told me his dad used to beat on his mom and sister as kids; he was just being protective. Which is more than I can say for the pathetic excuse of bouncers who let a fight like that break out.â
You felt guilty saying that Bob Ruzek was a good man, but you needed a cover story to excuse âTommyâsâ behavior.
âNo sweat, baby,â he motions for you to sit beside him. âHave you thought about my offer? More money, fewer late nights.â
âWhy did you pick me?â
Jasper chuckles. âYouâre the only one in here I trust to have my back.â
Adam and Antonio had been undercover for almost three weeks, and they were so close to making an arrest; they had found the stash house. They now just need to catch him handing the drugs over to his dealers. But now, his newest revelation was something you needed to discuss with Voight as soon as possible.
âGregg,â Jasper says, standing up.
âThe blonde girl said you wanted to see me.â
You hold back a snort. Antonio would go out of his way to call the dancers by their show names; whenever he heard someone being called Princess, Heaven, or Angel, heâd screw his face up.
Jasper pulls multiple twenty-dollar bills out of his pocket and hands them to Antonio. âTake our angel to the emergency room. Make sure they take good care of her.â
âThe bleeding has stopped,â Antonio says, tossing the bloodied cotton ball into the trash. âI donât think it will scar; just leave a nasty cut for a couple of weeks.â
âThank you.â
Instead of taking you to the emergency room, Antonio took you back to his apartment to clean up your wound. If you went to the hospital, youâd need to use your real name, which could blow the whole operation if Jasper caught wind.
Antonio disappears from his bathroom and reappears moments later, holding a bag of ice in one hand and a hand towel in the other. He says nothing as he places ice on the material, then holds it up to your swollen eye, causing you to flinch.
âSorry,â he mumbles.
Your fingers brush against his when you take the ice from him. You felt slightly uncomfortable; Antonio always seems wary of you. As if heâs expecting you to somehow betray him.
He leans back against the wall with his arms crossed. âDo you think Jasper bought the cover story you said about Tommy?â
âI think so. Although Adam looked pretty pissed,â
Antonio motions for you to follow him into the living room. âCan I ask you something? Sorry, gotta take this.â
He walks into a bedroom you presume is his own to answer his mobile and starts talking in Spanish. Every so often, his voice would become louder, so you would assume he was mad at something. You were grateful he cleaned you up but didnât want to impose, and you would probably leave once his call was finished.
Sitting on the couch, you glance around his apartment and notice the framed pictures on the table. One stands out more than the other; on one side of the frame is a happy-looking young girl surrounded by balloons and banners with the number eighteen on them, and the next one is Antonio standing between the same girl and a young boy with his arms wrapped around them. All three of them were smiling brightly.
Hearing the sound of a door closing, you look up and see Antonio coming out of the bedroom. Before you can say anything, he shoves his phone into his pocket and says, âSister.â
âAre these your kids?â
He nods.
âThey are beautiful.â
He picks up another picture frame and sits down beside you. The kids look younger in this picture, and there is a brunette woman hugging them. âThatâs my sister Gabriela, my daughter Eva, and my son Diego.â Smiling, he places the picture back down. âDo you have kids?â
âNone biologically, but Iâve been raising my nephew Eli since he was two; heâs just turned seven. The only downside to being undercover is being away from him.â
âYeah, I get you. When Laura filed for divorce, she took the kids with her, and it killed me. Eva did come and live with me for a while, but sheâs now at college, and Diego only stays with me the first two weeks of the month.â
It took you by surprise that he was sharing any personal information with you since you didnât really know each other.
âWhereâs Eli now?â
âIn our home with my dad. My dadâs a retired detective; he moved back to Chicago to help me with Eli.â You trace your finger over the thin red bracelet, a friendship bracelet your nephew made. âIs Gabriela your only sister?â
âJust the one sister,â he says. Antonio relaxes his arm over the back of the arm chair. âGabby is younger than me and is incredibly strong-willed. She is a paramedic firefighter.â
You smile seeing how his face lights up when he talks about her. âDoes she work in Chicago too?â
âShe did. She moved to Puerto Rico a couple of years ago. Do you have any brothers or sisters?â
âIâm the youngest of three girls. My oldest sister, Cherry, lives in London.â
âWhat does she do?â
âSheâs a sonographer. She moved to England to live with her husband and her stepson.â
âSo Iâm guessing sheâs not Eliâs mom?â
âNo, heâs my sister Amberâs son.â
He laughs, âYouâre kidding me? Cherry, Amber, and Viola?â
âYeah, yeah. My mom named us after her favorite colors.â
Antonio senses your change in emotion and, in a lighter tone, says, âSo, does Amber live in the city?â
âAmber moved to New York when she was pregnant. She died five years ago.â
âIâm sorry to hear that,â he says sincerely. âEli is lucky to have you; not everyone is willing to raise a kid; thatâs not there.â
Before you can respond, your work mobile vibrates in your pocket. You answer the call and put the phone on loudspeaker. âHey, Iâm guessing you got my voicemail?â
âYeah, I did. You okay? Adam said you got caught in a fight, and Dawson left with you.â
âIâm fine.â
When Hank doesnât seem to believe you, Antonio speaks up: âHank, we are sitting in my apartment; the bleeding has stopped.â
âOkay, good. So what was so urgent?â
You lick at your dry lips, mentally reading yourself to share the information you learned right before the fight.
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When we fall | Part 3
Warnings (for all parts):Â Fluff, angst, description of injuries and blood, gun use, cursing, probably unaccurate policing/medicine
Summary:Â You moved to Chicago to start a new life. Working as a doctor alongside your brother Connor you make new friends and although you swore to yourself not to let any man in your life at least for a while, your promises fail when you lock eyes with a handsome stranger in a bar.
Words:Â 6k
Pairing: Jay Halstead x Doctor!Rhodes!reader
A/N:Â And here is the last part of the short series. The events are inspired by a chicago med ep. I really hope you enjoyed it :)
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âWeâll take care of you and your daughter.â You smiled at your patient reassuringly, noticing someone moving towards you in corner of your eye. Turning your head you saw a man with tousled hair standing at the threshold, his eyes almost hazy as his gaze skipped around the room.
âWhereâs Leah?!â, he barked out, his eyes only focused on your patient. Your gaze flickered towards her, taking in the fear in her eyes and the gasp that left her lips. âJake? How did you find us here?â, she whispered, oblivion dripping from her voice.
âDid you really think you could just leave and take our daughter with you? Sheâs my daughter too!â He took a threatening step closer, eyes narrowed. âNow, where is she?!â
Your patientâs breathing had quickened and a look at the heart monitor told you she was about to have a panic attack. âSir, I need you to calm down and take a step backâ, you said forcefully, drawing his attention on you. His eyes jumped to you, anger brimming in them.
âLike hell I will! Iâm taking my wife and my kid home now!â Your eyes flickered towards the nurse, giving her a little nod to signal her to call the security service, before you met his again. âI can see youâre upset. But your wife and your daughter are sick. They need treatment and rest-â
âShut up!â You flinched as he yelled at you, his loud voice alarming multiple people around you. âEverything okay in here?â Will appeared at the door, his eyes scanning the room until they landed at yours, staying there as he waited for an honest answer.
The man shook his head furiously, but he took a step back. You almost exhaled in relief. âI want to see my daughter! Now!â, he demanded, but before anyone could gave him an answer, he turned and ripped open the curtain to the next room.
You heard squeals, alarmed voices mixing with the sound of another curtain being ripped open. âSir, I need you to leave now!â Will leaned forward to grab the manâs shoulder when suddenly he yanked out a gun, twisting around and pointing it right at Willâs chest.
A gasp escaped you as you watched Will stumble back, his hands raised. âLook man, weâre just trying to help, okay?â But the man, Jake, didnât seem to hear any of it, his eyes filled with hatred and something that scared you even more; desperation and determination. A dangerous combination.
He wouldnât leave until he got what he wanted.
âWhatâs going on here?â You heard Connorâs voice, saw him step out of a patientâs room and move towards the intruder. From his angle he couldnât see the gun, couldnât know the severity of the situation.
âConnor, no!â Your legs moved forward at the same time as the man turned around, the gun pointed at your brother. Everything seemed to happen so fast and in slow-motion at once as your body reacted purely on instinct, the fear for your brother carrying you forward.
You didnât know if he meant to pull the trigger or if it was out of reflex, but you had no time to think about it as a shot rang out.
You would have screamed, but no sound left your mouth as the impact hit you, sending your body tumbling backwards until it hit the wall. Only moments before your feet had carried you forward, but now they suddenly couldnât take your weight anymore, your body sinking to the ground.
Around you screams were erupting, but they sounded drowned out, as if you were underwater. Your name was being called, but it all seemed to blend into a haze.
You tried to peek at where you felt a sudden pressure in your body, shock mixing with confusion as you saw blood staining your clothes. Just seconds ago you had been standing in a patientâs room and now you were on the ground, your own blood pooling around your feet. It didnât make sense.
From the periphery of your eye you saw people running. Some moved towards you, but most of them the opposite way. Away. They were running away.
And they were pushing, tripping, falling over each other. âPut down the gun!â You saw one of the security men approach, his own gun drawn at the attacker. Another shot cut through the atmosphere, but to your horror it was the security man that fell, blood splattering from a wound to his front.
âEveryone just back off!â
Jakeâs sharp voice snapped you out of your shock and all at once reality hit you. Pain sank in, slowly at first and then in a stream of hot sensations. Tears formed in your eyes at the burning pain and you grit your teeth, trying to will it away, because you knew you needed to be aware of what happened next.
Lifting your head slightly you found the ER had mostly cleared out, only a few people remaining. Among them were Will and Connor, both of their bodiesâ turned towards you in a way that suggested they had tried to get to you, their hands raised.
âJust let me get to my sister, okay? Iâm a doctor and she needs help.â You stared at Connor, seeing the panic he tried to restrain as he appealed to the man reasonably. Jakeâs eyes flickered towards you, hesitance written over his face.
âYou didnât want this to happen, do you?â Connor asked, his voice strained. âSo let me make this better. Let me help.â He was pleading now and another wave of panic filled you as you realized he was only mere seconds away from doing something reckless.
For a moment you thought you were going to throw up from the sickness that cursed through your body, but you feared you wouldnât even be able to move your body in the state you were in.
Jake let out a frustrated breath, gesturing towards you with his gun. âOkay. Okay!â Connor rushed over to you immediately, his concerned eyes meeting yours. âAre you okay? How do you feel? Can you tell me where youâve been hit?â
You tried to follow his questions, your mind spinning. Instead of an answer you let out a groan as Connor found your wound, pressing down on it. âWe need to stop the bleeding.â
Now that he was here by your side a weakness took over your body and you welcomed it. Welcomed the dark, because it felt easier to lean into it than fight it. But it never swallowed you. As much as you wished you could just pass out, the pain didnât end, keeping you caged in your body.
You didnât need to ask him how serious your condition was. The urgency in Connorâs movement alone was enough for you to confirm it was bad, the seeping hot pain a further indicator.
You saw Jake still waving his gun around, speaking in an animated tone with Will and Maggie. To your left someone had crouched down next to the security guard and you felt a flicker of relief when you saw it was Ethan.
A cough rose up your throat and your body shook, sending an ache through you. When you wiped your mouth you noticed your skin had turned red.
âNo, no, noâ, your brother whispered, his eyes frantic. âConnorâ, you said, your voice a little hoarse. He paused for a moment, both of you locking eyes in a quiet exchange. âIâm scaredâ, you whispered, feeling a few tears escape your eyes.
Connor swallowed, his eyes filled with desperation. âI knowâ, he leaned closer, âBut you will be okay. I will fix it, okay?.â
You nodded slowly, needing to cling to his words. To hold onto the reminder that you would be okay. That your life wasnât over when you hadnât even started fully living yet.
It didnât make sense. You had woken up a few minutes before your alarm clock, had been in an oddly good mood as you had gotten ready for work and even your patients had been unusually patient and grateful. Today was a good day. Not a day that could turn into such a catastrophe in the blink of an eye.
This didnât happen. Maybe in books or on tv. But not here, not to people like you.
âHey!â Dr. Goodwin appeared in your vision, bending down to Connor and you. âWhatâs the status?â You hadnât seen her before, but knowing she was here already gave you a sparkle of hope. As the hospitalâs executive director it was her job to find solutions, even in the face of the worst possible events. She would get them out of here, somehow.
âSheâs been shot in the abdomen. No exit wound so the bullet is still inside. I believe sheâs bleeding internally.â
You saw a shadow cloud Dr. Goodwinâs as she looked at you and it was as if you could see the wheels in her head turning as she assessed the situation.
âWhatâs going on?â, you asked weakly, needing to know if the others were safe. âMr. Whitman demands to take his wife and daughter and leave. I was on the phone with the Chicago police department. They told me heâs got a history of domestic abuse and violence. The wife filed a report on him and moved states to get him out of her life.â
âAnd he found her now.â You gulped, slowly piecing the pieces together. Dr. Goodwin nodded, graveness written over her face. âSo whatâs the plan?â It was Connor, his voice urgent.
Dr. Goodwin sighed, taking off her glasses and pinching the brick of her nose. You had never seen her like this, so defeated, and it filled you with unease.
âThe police is here and a squad team too. But there is no way we can let them inside or get someone outside right now without Mr. Whitman noticing. Right now they are preparing for getting just one person in. Unarmed.â
âWhat help is that going to be?â Connor let out a scoff and it annoyed you how quick to judge he was, and more so, that you agreed with him. What would another person talking to Jake change?
âIt would be a trained officer, who has the experience and skills to deal with these kind of high pressure situations. The plan would be for him to try and talk to Mr. Whitman first and if thatâs not effective either, assess the situation and make a move or get back to the team and share valuable information with them.â
You could see Connor still shaking his head, but Dr. Goodwin stood again. âItâs the only thing Mr. Whitman has agreed to. You know I would prefer to get everyone else out, but he has been clear. If one person leaves, he is going to make use of his gun again.â
âAnd what are we supposed to do now? Just wait?â
âConnorâ, you tried to calm him, but his eyes snapped to yours. âWe need an OR now! Monique!â The blonde nurse standing next to Ethan looked over. You could see the fear written all over her face. âCan you take over for a moment?â
She gave a nod, her eyes flickering to Jake who didnât let them out of sight. Crouching down next to you the two quickly exchanged their hands applying pressure onto your wound, the sensation making you let out a groan.
But you pushed away the pain, trying to focus on Connor. âWhat are you doing?â, you hissed as you watched him get up, wishing you could hold him back.
âDr. Rhodes, we should wait for the officer to arrive. Right now the situation is stable and I canât risk-â âStable? Is that what you call this?â Connor pushed himself fully up now, the movement catching Jakeâs eye.
âSit back down!â But Connor lifted his hands, taking a cautious step forward. âMy sister likely suffers from an internal bleeding. We need an OR to-â âNo! Nobody goes anywhere!â
Connorâs face fell, his shoulders sinking, but he took another step forward. The grip the fear had around your heart tightened. âPlease, I need to stop the bleeding. You donât want her to die, right?â
Jake stared at you for a moment before his attention was back on your brother. âI just want my daughter and my wife!â
âAnd we get that. We do. But she-â, he turned halfway towards you, his eyes not leaving Jake for a second, âhas nothing to do with this. Let me save her life.â
âI said no one goes anywhere! You save her here or you donât save her at all. Itâs on you!â
You watched Connor open his mouth again, but before he could say another word Jake stepped forward, his gun pointed directly at his chest.
âDo I look like someone whoâs joking?!â, he yelled, making everyone around him flinch. Connor made himself a little smaller, taking a small step backwards while shaking his head. âYeah, so you better listen to what Iâm saying! No get your ass back down there!â
You didnât have the heart to watch Connor when he returned to you, to see the defeat and hopeless on his face. The fear.
He had barely sat down again when another turmoil broke loose, gaining everyoneâs attention. It had to be the officer Jake had allowed in, though you didnât want to know what he would get in return for the favour.
Although you didnât feel much hope regarding the plan, you trusted the police to make the right choice. This couldnât be their first hostage situation, so they knew what to do, right?
What you hadnât anticipated was that the officer coming in could be someone you knew. Someone you knew very well.
Jay.
No.
You blinked a few times, but it was unmistakably him.
His voice. His physique.
A touch at your hand drew your attention away from him for a moment and you noticed Monique had reached for it. Only now you saw you had balled your hand into a fist, all the tension left in your body visible in that one grip. Slowly she loosened it, taking your hand into hers instead and squeezing it in reassurance.
You didnât know the young nurse so well- she was a little more on the reserved and quiet side- but the gesture filled you with deep gratitude, giving you the strength to look up again and face this new reality.
Jay hadnât noticed you yet, his whole focus on calming Jake enough to make an uneventful entrance. When he seemed confident in the situation he scanned the room, assessing the conditions they were dealing with.
He did it with a professional calmness you wished you could have right now, his face only giving away his emotion when they fell on his brother. âHey, man. You alright?â
He stepped forward, avoiding any rapid movements and Will nodded. âIâm okay. But Mrs. Kaden is in a bad condition. The stress on top of her physical state worries me.â
He said something else, but he had lowered his voice that it was impossible for you to understand anything. Jay nodded. âWhat about the two victims?â
âThe security guard got hit at the shoulder. Heâs stable.â âAnd the other one?â Will shook his head, his eyes filled with sadness. âSheâs over there with Connor. It doesnât look good, Jay.â
It was strange, listening to them and knowing they were talking about you. Waiting for the moment Jayâs eyes fell upon you.
You didnât know what kind of reaction you were anticipating, but nothing could have prepared you for the utter shock that filled Jayâs face as he looked at you.
You watched him do a double take, every trace of his confidence and expressionlessness gone, replaced by a turmoil of emotions. He almost lunged forward, stopping himself when Jakeâs warning voice filled the air.
You could see Connorâs questioning gaze on you, but you were focused fully on Jay as he made his way over to you with careful movements.
When he crouched down in front of you, he was close enough for you to see a hint of fear in his eyes. âWhat happened?â
Your petty argument, the distance, it all seemed forgotten as you stared at him, not strong enough to hide your own fear. âI got shot.â
Although it was obvious, it was the first time you had said the words out loud, had acknowledged the fact that this was really happening to you. It felt surreal, even with the burning pain spreading through your body, making it impossible to keep your composure.
Jayâs eyes softened as he heard your husky voice, the effort it took you to form the words another sign how bad your current shape was. For a moment his eyes drifted over your body, his face twisting in pain as he stared at your blood, before he looked up again.
âHe said heâs going to kill us if he doesnât walk out of here with his wife and his kid.â Jay nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line. âI know.â
âBut- youâre here nowâŠright?â
âYeah, I am.â Jay tried to force an encouraging smile on his face, but you knew him well enough to know it was strained.
âYouâre hereâ, you repeated relieved, your voice almost giving up at the end and you coughed. Jay stared at you, his eyes a little widened, his pupils dilated in fear.
He was scared. For you. He was scared for you.
âHer pulse is up to 120 and sheâs sweating.â It was Monique and you saw her exchange a look with Connor. âWhatâs her condition?â Jay was talking to Connor now, as if he had only now realized he was there.
Under different circumstances your brother wouldnât have let go what had just happened right in front of his eyes. He would have teased you until you would have told him the truth about Jay and you. But now he did, just like that, knowing there was no time for it as yours was running out.
The thought sent another wave of fear through your body, but with the hot pain and the growing weakness you felt too overwhelmed to do anything about it. So you tried to focus on the feeling of Moniqueâs hand holding yours, on Jayâs closeness and your brotherâs words.
âThe bullet likely caused internal bleeding. Sheâs losing too much blood.â Connor almost ran a hand over his face like he always did when he was stressed, stopping himself when he saw your blood on his hands.
âWhat do you need?â
âI need an OR. I need to find the bleeding and stop it.â His voice was a mix of desperation and determination and Jay listened intensely. His mask of professionalism was back in place, the sight having something grounding to it in the midst of this chaos, but you could detect a few flaws where his emotions threatened to pour in.
âIâm here to negotiateâ, he began, eyes cast towards Jake, continuing lowly, âbut really I think this will take a different ending.â
You wanted to ask him what that meant, but it seemed too difficult and you were forced to watch him get up instead. As Connor tried to get up too you tried to catch his wrist. You failed, but the movement still let him pause.
âDonât go, pleaseâ, you whispered, your body shaking. You wished you could stop it, but you had lost all control over it, and when had it become so cold?
You felt Jayâs eyes on you as Connor leaned down to you, placing his hands on the sides of your face. âYouâre sweating and your pulse is way up. Your skin is ice cold and youâre pale. I donât need to tell you what that means. We need to do something now.â
You felt tears run down your cheeks as you tried to shake your head, silently pleading him to stay. He had already risked it with Jake once. What would he do when Connor tried it again and this time he wouldnât give up?
âIâm coming back.â Connor stroked your cheek once before pressing a kiss against your forehead. Then he was gone, his touch only a faint memory as your head sank back against the wall.
As the two walked away from you they blurred into nothing more than silhouettes. Muffled voices filled your ears, but they were too drowned out for you to understand anything. Monique was speaking to you too, the level of her tone indicating she was saying something to soothe you, but her words never reached you either.
A part of you wanted to pass out. As much as you wanted to know what happened, with Connor and Jay not by your side any longer all your fight had left you. The pain felt unbearable now, as if someone had lit your body on fire and the flames were eating at you, slowly burning you alive.
Your throat was closing and it was getting hard to breathe. Every once in a while you choked on air, raspy coughs escaping your mouth. And it was so cold. Colder than the winter in Chicago.
The last sound you heard before the darkness finally swallowed you was a gunshot.
-
The first thing you felt when you woke was the heaviness of your body, as if an invisible weight had been placed upon you.
You could hear the steady beeping of a monitor, the sound having something reassuring to it. You listened to it for a while, too tired to pull yourself out of the haze yet.
But then the events of the day came crashing back to you, the image of Jay and Connor both leaving your side to get Jake to let them save you. The sound of a gun going off.
You blinked your eyes open, your vision only slowly clearing. But eventually it sharpened, revealing the inside of a hospital room.
You werenât surprised at the sight, but you still paused when you took in the IV you were hooked upon. âLook whoâs awake.â
Turning your head you found April at the door, a smile on her lips. But you could see it wasnât as effortless as usual and you wondered where she had been when all of it had happened.
Had she gotten out, left to wonder about Ethanâs and everyone elseâs wellbeing? Or had she been hiding in one of the other patient rooms?
âHow are you feeling?â She stepped into the room, beginning her check-up on you. You let her do it, squinting when she shone a bright light in your eyes. âIâve felt better beforeâ, you answered truthfully, growing slightly more aware or the pressure in your abdomen.
At least it didnât hurt yet. You didnât want to think of the moment the pain meds would wear off.
âWhereâs my brother?â April had finished her tests, squeezing your hand. âHeâs still in the hospital. I told him to go home and get some rest, but he insisted on staying.â
April shook her head, clearly disapproving of your brotherâs choices. âBut I did get him to take a shower. He should be in the on-call rooms right now. Do you want me to go and get him?â
You thought about it for a moment. âNo, let him sleep. Itâs been a hell of a day for him too.â
April nodded, a small smile on her lips. âWhat about detective Halstead? Do you want me to send him home too?â
You stared at her in surprise. âHeâs still here? Wait- how much time passed?â
â5 hours. And yes, heâs here. Actually, he just got himself a coffee. I might have forgotten to mention how disgusting the one from the vending machine is.â
âYouâre evil.â You narrowed your eyes at her, chuckling. April shrugged. âCanât have anyone know our secrets. So what is it with you and the other Halstead. Is he the one youâve been texting this whole time?â
You hesitated, ready to deny her words, because you were used to keeping it a secret. But you werenât sure that was possible after today, and honestly it all seemed so unimportant know that you had almost lost your life.
âWe were. But things are kind of- complicated between us so Iâm not sure where weâre standing.â
âWellâ, April walked towards the door, a smile on her lips, âwhatever it is it canât be so serious. You should have seen the way he looked at you when you came out of surgery.â
Your chest tightened as a wave of emotions flooded you. âHe really stayed for me?â
April grinned. âHe might have claimed there to be paperwork at first. And then that he wanted to look after his brother. But Will went home hours ago and guess who spend the whole time of your surgery pacing the waiting room.â
April winked at you. âIâm going to search for Ethan now. I wanted to wait for you to wake up before leaving.â
Warmth filled you and you had to blink away the tears, touched by everyoneâs concern for you. But the mention of Ethanâs name had also reminded you that you hadnât been the only one hurt today.
âIs everyone okay? The security guard, did he make it?â
âOh yeah, weâre all okay.â Before she could say another word someone else appeared in the doorway and April left, a knowing smile on her lips.
âHey.â You didnât think you had ever heard Jay speak so softly. It made you want to pull him close and snuggle up beside him, be safe in his arms and forget everything else.
âHeyâ, you said, trying to sit up a little, but realizing it was a pointless mission.
You supressed a grin when you noticed the coffee cup in his hand, but Jay had followed your gaze, lifting it up. âThatâs the worst coffee Iâve ever hadâ, he declared, âand weâve only got a new machine at the precinct last year.â
You chuckled lightly. âWe have the good one hidden in the break room. But donât tell anyone Iâve told you that.â
Jay grinned. âYour secretâs safe with me.â Pulling a chair to your bedside and setting his cup on the nightstand he sat next to you, his eyes flickering over your face.
âI prefer when I am the one taking the bullet.â
He smiled, but it was a sad smile, the stress from the past hours visible on his face. âWhat can I say? You made it seem so effortless.â
But Jay didnât seem amused, his eyes heavy. âWhen I heard about the hostage situation, I hoped you werenât on shift. I called you, but you didnât pick up.â He blew out a breath.
âAnd my brother didnât either so-â He ran a hand over his face. âItâs why I needed to be the one going in. I needed to know if you were okay.â
âAnd they let you?â Although you knew they had, you were surprised Jay had been chosen. You didnât doubt his capability as a cop, but just like you werenât allowed to be on a personal case you had believed Jayâs involvement would have been a red flag as well.
âNot at first, no. But I was very convincing. And Voightâs not too strict about the rules anyway.â
You didnât want to imagine the length Jay might have gone to, to get what he wanted. Especially with Voight, who didnât appreciate anyone speaking up against him or acting out of line.
You stirred a little, your body beginning to ache. âWhat happened after I passed out?â
Jayâs brows drew together and you could see the graveness in his eyes. âHe wouldnât let you go.â His jaw hardened. âLike I said, negotiations didnât work with him.â
âDoes that meanâŠ-â, you trailed of, your heart heavy. Jay gritted his teeth. âOur backup plan was for me to lead him somewhere the squat team could take the shot.â
âSo heâs dead now?â You didnât know what to feel when Jay nodded his head once. Certainly not regret, not after what he had done, but there was no relief either. Instead you just felt numb, like the turmoil of emotions you had experienced in the past hours had left you completely empty.
âAnd the mother and her kid?â âThey are okay.â Jay seemed as relieved to deliver those news as you felt and for the first you truly allowed yourself to take a big exhale. âAs okay as they can be under these circumstances.â
âHow could he even walk in with a gun?â You shook your head in disbelief, wishing for answers you know you would never get. âThe hospitalâs head launched an investigationâ, Jay told you and you imagined the stress Dr. Goodwin must be facing even now that it was over.
âThatâs good I guessâ, you muttered. âYeah.â But Jay seemed somewhere else with his thoughts and for a moment you feared he would go back to being distanced towards you.
But to your surprise he leaned forward, his hand almost touching yours on the bed. âWhat happened?â
You scrunched up your nose in confusion. âTo you. What happened to you? How did you get shot?â
You took a deep breath, knowing you would have to face that question again once Connor was up. He would be upset, but as much as you regretted your action, wished things had gone differently, you couldnât say it had been a mistake. Not if you had prevented something worse, like a bullet hitting your brother.
âIt all happened so fast.â You closed your eyes, trying to recall the moment. But your memories were hazy, the images blurry, only in fragments.
âI saw Connor coming out of a patientâs room and he- he couldnât see the gun. Jake would have shot him. He- I- I had to do something.â
When you opened your eyes again you saw Jayâs green eyes staring intensely at you, his brows furrowed deeply.
A shadow covered his face, but it vanished before you could ask about it.
âSo youâd rather get yourself killed?â It sounded a little accusing and your face fell, anger filling you. âDonât you think I know that now? But you would have done the same for Will. I know you would have.â
Jay shifted. âThatâs differentâ, he said, but you tilted your head at him. âIâm too tired for that conversation.â
Jay looked hurt and disappointed, but you didnât regret your words. You couldnât take his arguments now, not now when you were still coming to terms with the reality that you had almost lost your life.
âI didnât know you were so selfless. I mean-â, Jay rubbed the back of his head, âI knew, because of your job and how you treat your patients, but taking a bullet for someone else? I didnât know you were a hero.â
He was smiling now, trying to loosen the atmosphere, but this words had the opposite effect on you. âIâm notâ, you said quietly. âI didnât even mean to do that. My body just- reacted. Thatâs not bravery or selflessness.â
This time Jay touched your hand, the unexpected gesture drawing your attention back to him. âItâs always an instinct. It happens too quickly for anyone to make a conscious decision. It can be a reflex and still be brave. Because you didnât hesitate.â
You hadnât thought of it like that before and you started at him, your thoughts swirling in your brain as the desire to be close to him clouded your mind once more.
âDoes it ever get easier?â You blinked, a little scared to be so vulnerable in front of him. âOn tv they are fine after that. They are so cool about it. But what if Iâm not fine? What if that was probably the worst thing that ever happened to me and Iâm so scared?â
You bit your lip, forcing back the tears. But the truth was you werenât ready to die yet. And coming so close to death had left its marks on you. You could feel it everywhere, as you gazed around the room, took in all the sensations you could feel, looked at Jay beside you. It was all so much.
âHey.â Jay squeezed your hand. âThatâs acting. Itâs fake. You almost died. Youâre not supposed to be fine right now.â
A tear escaped your eye and you wiped at it, trying not to be furious at yourself for losing your composure in front of Jay. âI donât know how you do it. Getting shot at and still running towards danger and not away.â
Jay seemed sheepish out of a sudden, no hint of his usual confidence and wit. âItâs my job. Just like I could never do what you do.â You felt yourself smile a little, his recognition making you feel a little less small in the hospital bed. âAnd sometimes there are- things that happen on this job that you donât just get over. We all have things weâre dealing with. Even I.â
Now you squeezed his hand, trying to show him you were there if he ever needed to talk to someone. Jay looked at you with gratitude in his eyes. He understood, even without words.
Silence settled in, but it didnât feel uncomfortable. There came no pressure to come up with something to say, no need to say anything at all and you could see it was the same for Jay, his thoughts drifting.
âSo Connor huh?â
You hadnât expected the question, drawing your brows together. âWhat?â
Jay licked his lips, inhaling. âI saw you two together. And then today-â, he trailed off, gazing to the side as he collected himself.
âI donât know what you saw-â, you began, but Jay raised a hand. âDonât deny it. Iâm not blind. Itâs obvious how much you care for each other.â
You started at him, rendered speechless as you tried to imagine what he could have seen. But it didnât matter, because Jay was- âYouâre jealous!â
He twisted in his chair, pulling his hand away. âIâm not jealousâ, he said, but you shook your head, grinning. âYes, you are.â
Annoyance flashed over his face. âI just donât like to be played with.â Your smile faded a little, but the relief you felt only grew as your slowly began to piece it all together.
âThatâs why you acted so cold towards me out of a sudden. You saw me and Connor and you thought-â You almost let out a laugh, only suppressing it as you took in Jayâs unamused expression.
âWell detective Halstead, Connor is my brother.â
You watched with delight how his face turned into confusion, surprise and then hope. âHeâs your brotherâ, he repeated in disbelief and you nodded. âI told you I came to Chicago, because I have family here.â
Jay let out a groan, the previous tension melting from his body as your words sank in. âBut Will-â, he paused, clearly rethinking something his brother had said to him, âthat bastard. When I saw you together I asked him about you and he warned me not to try anything, because of Connor. He never thought to mention once that heâs your brother.â
âYou asked Will about me?â
Jay narrowed his eyes playfully. âThatâs what youâre concerned about?â
You let out a laugh. âNot concerned, no. I just- you asked your brother about me.â
Jay raised his brow. âWhy is that so hard to believe? I mean, you asked him about me too.â
Your face flushed. âI did not!â
âYes, you did!â Jay chuckled, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. âWill told me about it. Itâs why he got so suspicious so fast when I brought you up.â
âAnd then he mentioned Connor and you figured-â âhe said that if I tried anything with you I would have to deal with Connor Rhodes. And itâs not like you two have the same last name.â
âDifferent momsâ, you explained and he sighed. âI should have just talked to you, but I got so mad and then I heard you two talk and I just- reacted.â
âYou should haveâ, you agreed, âbut I should have been more open with you too.â
âSo, letâs try again?â
His voice sounded so soft when he said it you felt yourself melt under the covers. âIf youâre ready to deal with Connor Rhodesâ, you pointed out playfully and Jay shrugged, his natural confidence back.
âAfter I helped save your life Iâm pretty sure Iâm well in with him. Which reminds me, you owe me three times now.â
You rolled your eyes, feeling the tiredness return to your body. Soon enough you would be drifting off again. âItâs twice, considering you cancelled our first date.â
Jay grinned. âFair enough. But Iâm taking you out once youâre out of here.â
You smiled. âIâm counting on it.â
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What are some of your fav fics? Upstead or other ships.
Oh this is hard to answer! I don't really read about other characters, so these will be Jay/Hailey only. I will 100000% miss some.
I know the first Upstead story I ever read was your heartbeat on the high line (once in twenty lifetimes) by @fromiftowhen. I'll read anything she writes.
The concept I envy most is still All my Holidays by @anniesardors because I'm such a sucker for those stories where each chapter is rooted in the same theme over time.
I know I've read and enjoyed many of the multichapter stories in the fandom (basically the first few pages on AO3 when you sort by kudos), so I'm trying to think of one-shots that have stuck with me over the years.
I think Closer to Heaven, Closer to You by Onecpd is really sweet, Be Kind to Mama by Lady_RhaeShow18, One to Three by @agent-bash, Soon (Not Soon Enough) by @proseccoandpd (who also has a ton!!! of great post-episode fics), Shades of You by @anniesardors again is fun, somewhere in the haze (my hand was the one you reached for) by sumsflowers, Right Here with You by @justmypartner, and And darling I will be loving you 'til we're 70 by Odd_birds_and_booksellers is great.
To name a few. But really, this fandom has so many good episode-based fics from when Jay and Hailey got together, all of 9A, and fix-its from the season 10/11 mess that I can't possibly list them all.
Oh! And there's one on fanfiction.net called Extenuating Circumstances by anythinglikeiwrite that is a good read, and I always feel like Rose from Titanic saying "come back" pitifully because it's unfinished, but it's great.
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ABSENTIA | JAY HALSTEAD
Detective Jay Halstead is a senior member of the Intelligence Unit, where he is partnered with Detective Hailey Upton after his former partner went missing undercover. While he never wanted to give up hope, the CPD assumed her dead and he was resigned to accept it. Now, two years later, Jay gets a sudden phone call with news that changes his life forever. Avery Clarke is alive. want to be tagged? link in bio <3
Chapter 11
She couldn't get it out of her head. The image of Cam, staring into her eyes as the life left his own. Avery tried convincing herself that it wasn't realâthat it was something her mind made up to fill in the gaps. But that night, she saw it clearly as she slept, and she knew that it was a memory. She killed him, she knows she did. She just doesn't know why. Or how. How could she do something like that? Was it while she was undercover? Before, when she was trying to prove her loyalty? Did she really decide that saving herself was more important than everything she dedicated her life toâhelping people? She needed answers and had no idea how to get them.
But this is a start. Avery smiles at the officer as she signs into the evidence room before making her way through the shelves. She barely slept after coming home from work, she and Adam having spent hours gathering any information they could about Jose Santiago before calling it a night. Now, her eyes scan the case numbers in search of the one she has long since memorized.
Finally, she finds the bag she is looking for and breaks the seal for the dozenth time. When the feds took the Volkov case back, they released her belongings back to her, concluding that there was no more information to gain from it. Avery didn't want her things back, though. Even though she was wearing those clothes when they found her, they don't feel like hers. And some part of her thought that maybe keeping them logged as evidence meant that eventually, she would find something that they had missed before.
Grabbing the smaller plastic bag, Avery opens it and dumps its contents onto the table. A driver's license for Talia Peters, lipstick, a twenty-dollar bill, and a key chain. She had been hopeful about the keys, but it was a dead end. The apartment was cleared out by the DEA, she learned, and so was the car. Frustrated, she throws everything back into the back before focusing on her clothing. She ghosts over the crimson stain, fingering the hole in the fabric from the knife that stabbed her. Without really thinking about it, her other hand comes up to her side where the matching wound is etched in her skin.
Her breath hitches and she blinks, quickly folding the shirt back up. When she starts putting the clothes back in the bag, she accidentally knocks the jacket off the table. Avery bends to pick it up, brows furrowing when the way it fell allows her to notice a small bump in the lining she hadn't seen before. She runs her fingers over it, trying to smooth it out, before realizing that there's something there. Inside the fabric. Standing with the jacket in hand, she feels around for a seam that she can rip. She reaches for her keys, switching open the pocket knife and slicing open the fabric. Reaching inside, Avery feels around until her fingers graze something small and metal. It's a key. She studies it, waiting for recognition to wash over her, but nothing comes. It is oddly shaped, too small to be a house or car key. It almost looks like a mailbox key. She turns it over and notices a number etched into the metal. 271071004.
A voice calling her name almost makes her drop the key. "There you are," Hank comes around the corner.
"Sorry," Avery quickly pockets the key and glances over her shoulder, "What's up?"
The older man eyes her suspiciously, recognizing the clothes as she puts them back into the evidence bag, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing, just," she re-tapes the bag and stows it back on the shelf. Turning to face him fully, she does her best to seem nonchalant, "Nothing."
Clearly, he doesn't believe her whatsoever, but he pushes it aside for now. When he tried to talk to her about what happened the other day, she stone-walled him and insisted she was fine. As if she hadn't just had a panic attack while on the job. Hank has seen this all before, but he still doesn't know the best way to approach it without having her completely shut down. "Whatever it is, we'll talk about it later. But we got a case, so let's get back to work, okay?"
She nods, forcing a smile, "Right behind you."
Avery sits at her desk, her gaze fixed on the surveillance footage playing on her screen. She tries to focus, scanning the blocks surrounding their crime scene, but her thoughts keep drifting to what she found earlier. Her fingers falter on the keyboard when she hears Haileyâs voice.
âHey, have you guys heard from Jay?â the blondeâs tone is casual, but thereâs an edge to it as she walks into the bullpen followed by Kim.
Burgess shakes her head with a slight frown, âNo.â
âWe were supposed to get beers last night,â Adam chimes in, âbut he never texted me back.â He glances over at his partner, meeting her concerned eyes.
Avery stands, her stomach tightening. She steps closer to the group, unease simmering beneath her skin. Then their desk sergeantâs voice cuts through the growing tension.
âHey,â Trudy calls as she strides up the stairs, her gaze landing on Voight. âIs Halstead on a UC run?â
âNot that I know about,â Voight answers gruffly, his expression hardening.
That clearly isnât the answer that Trudy was hoping for given the thinly veiled worry on her face. She explains with arched brows, âState's Attorney is all over me. He's supposed to be in court right now.â
Averyâs fingers tighten around her phone as she pulls it from her pocket, quickly bringing up Jayâs contact. She presses the call button, raising the phone to her ear. It rings once. Twice. Three times. No answer.
âHailey, you know anything?â Voight asks, glancing at her.
She shakes her head, âNo. I called him a few times, butâ"
ââI did too,â Platt interrupts, her tone sharp. âNo answer. So, I ran the GPS on his truck. It's parked on a street in Englewood.â
Englewood? Thatâs the same neighborhood as their crime scene. But he left before anyone else did. âHow long has it been there?â Avery canât stop herself from asking, nerves bubbling in her stomach.
âAll night,â the older woman says grimly. âI ran the in-service calls to that block. There were two calls of suspicious persons at a house on that street.â
Her stomach twists in knots. Her eyes lock with Haileyâs, both of them reflecting the same sinking dread. Voightâs gaze flickers between the two women before he barks out, âCheck it out.â
The team mobilizes, racing toward the address Platt sent as fast as possible. Avery stays silent in the car, ignoring the worried glances Atwater sends her way. She doesnât want to talk about it. She doesnât even want to think about it. Itâs just a misunderstanding. It has to be.
But as she climbs out of the car and takes in the scene, her last shred of hope crumbles.
âHe left his badge and gun,â Rojas calls out.
Averyâs chest tightens as she pulls out her weapon, falling in step behind Hailey, who raises her gun and heads for the door. Avery glances back at Adam and Kim as they circle around the house, then focuses forward.
âChicago PD! Anyone inside?â Hailey shouts, failing to stop her voice from shaking.
They move methodically through the house, clearing it room by room. The silence is suffocating, broken only by the sound of their footsteps and the pounding of her heart.
When they reach the kitchen, Avery freezes. Her breath catches in her throat, her weapon lowering slightly as her eyes lock onto the floor.
Blood.
Avery glances over her shoulder, watching as Darius Walker approaches her and Kevin. He eyes them, lingering on her longer than she is comfortable with. She bites her tongue, knowing that they need him to find Jay. The chances of them finding him alive are dwindling with each passing second, minute, hour not knowing where he is. Itâs an eerily familiar feelingâbargaining for Jayâs freedom. Sheâs done this once before, with Derek Keyes, and she got him back. She can do it again.
âSo, where were you locked up?â Darius looks to Kevin, sizing him up.
Atwater shakes his head, âYou donât got to test me, bro. Iâm obviously good at this.â
âReally?â the older man scoffs. âYou were supposed to come alone.â He was, but no one was going to stop Avery from coming along. When she doesnât respond to the obvious goading, just crosses her arms, Darius continues. âPedroâs solid, soââ
âLetâs not talk about how solid he is,â Kevin cuts in, his jaw tight. âHeâs got one of ours.â They stare each other down for a few moments until Avery sees Silva approaching and she nudges Kevin with her elbow. She glances to her right, subtly signaling Adam and Kim stationed about fifty yards away.
They watch as Darius greets Silva, shaking his hand like old friends. âKeyshawn,â Darius introduces with an arm out towards the pair.
Kevin reaches out a hand, âThis is my girl, Mariah. Pedro, we appreciate you.â The way the man looks her up and down makes Avery sick. Knowing that this man has Jay is has her fighting back the urge to beat him to a pulp. Instead, she manages a polite nod of her head. Feeling the tension radiating off his friend, Kevin continues, âLetâs get right to it. My boy Jimmy and Angela violated. He got involved with some stuff he had no business getting involved in. I just wanna make peace with you.â
âItâs going to take a lot to make peace,â Silva grits out, his voice cold. âMy cousin got killed in that house.â
âI hate to hear that, and Iâm sorry,â Kevin inclines his head. âThatâs exactly why Iâm here to make it right.â
âHow are you gonna do that, Keyshawn?â
Kevin doesnât hesitate, âFirst thing Iâm gonna do is give you back everything thatâs yours. Jim and Angela had no idea what they were doing, who they were doing it to. They got played by a punk-ass wannabe gangster, Carlos.â
âYeah, I know,â Silva says darkly, âIâm looking for him.â
Kevin meets his stare evenly, âI know. Already took care of him for you. He in the ground.â
âHow do you know that?â
Avery pulls out her phone, her voice calm but firm, âBecause thatâs where we put him.â Silva eyes her with what almost seems like approval. She thumbs to the next photo.
âThat looks like your product, right?â Kevin asks. âNot a gram missing. Allow us to give it back to you. Iâll throw in an extra 50k. Thatâs out of respect for your loss. All I need you to do is hand over Jim and Angela.â
Silva pauses for a moment, his expression unreadable, âIâll think about it.â
He turns to walk away, and she knows that she is supposed to be the silent girlfriend just along for the ride, but she canât help herself. This man knows where Jay is, and this is a waste of her goddamn time. Avery takes a threatening step forward, âHey!â
The only thing holding her back is Kevinâs hand, his other reaching out to stop Silva, âCome on now. You canât just leave like that.â
âExcuse me?â he spits out, his glare cutting between them.
âI need you to tell me that my people are good.â
âYou donât tell me what to do,â the threat in his voice hangs in the air.
Kevin isnât buying it, though, and gets in his face, âIf you donât give me proof that theyâre good, then thereâs no deal.â
Darius can feel things slipping out of control and steps in, his hands raised in a placating gesture, âOkay, letâs take it down. Letâs take it down. Pedro, listen, the manâs got a point. He just wants to make sure his people are good.â
Silva considers it for a beat before holding up a hand and slowly reaching into his jacket, pulling out a phone and dialing. When someone answers, he snaps, âPut him on the phone.â
Kevin takes the phone from the manâs outstretched hand, holding it so that Avery can hear. She waits with bated breath as static crackles, followed by scuffling noises and muttered voices. And then she hears his voice.
âYou got Jim.â
Relief crashes over Avery like a wave, her eyes closing with a stuttered sigh. Jay. Heâs alive. Hurt, maybe, but alive.
âJim, what the hell did I tell you about grabbing whatâs not yours?â Kevin keeps up the ruse.
âI messed up, man,â Jayâs voice comes through, raspy and weak, âIâm sorry.â
âDamn right you did. But weâre gonna get the drugs back, then weâre gonna get you back.â
Swallowing, Avery canât stop herself, âJust hang in there, okay?â
Before Jay can respond, Silva snatches the phone back, his lip curling. âOkay, good?â he arches a brow, as if theyâre somehow being the unreasonable ones.
Kevin glances at Darius before nodding, âYeah. Yeah, weâre good.â
Those five wordsâJust hang in there, okay?âecho through Jayâs head, bringing him his first shred of hope all day. He can still hear Averyâs voice, her worry and determination cutting through the haze of pain.
âThat looks like itâs getting worse,â the man taunts, yanking him from his thoughts.
Jay watches the man squat in front of Angela, âIt is. She needs a hospital.â
âYou want a doctor? Is that what you want, sweetheart? How about I give you a kiss? That'll make you feel better.â
âJust leave her alone,â he huffs out, hanging his head. Hearing approaching footsteps, he looks up with one eye closed, the open wound above his eyebrow throbbing.
Quickly, the man punches Jay square in the nose, âShut up, bitch!â
âWhat was that call about?â Angela asks after the man leaves the room, interrupting his groans of pain.
Jay exhales slowly, trying to steady himself. He contemplates the best way to respond while keeping his identity a secret. âMy friend has their drugs. Heâs gonna bring âem to them, and theyâre gonna let us go.â
Her brows furrow as she tries to put the pieces together, âOkay, what? How did your people know where to find the dopeâor Carlos?â
âDonât worry about it,â he assures. Or tries to, at least. He can tell she isnât fully buying it, and he doesnât blame her. Jay sighs, âThat woman you heard? She'sâ" My partner. He bites back the words and continues, "She's not going to stop until she finds meâus. I can promise you that.â He has never meant anything more than those words. If he knows anything in this world, itâs that Avery will find him. And when she does, hell is coming with her.
Avery stands with her hands shoved into her pockets, scanning the warehouse. Her eyes find Adam where he is crouched behind a stack of pallets, his face grim but steady as he sends a quick nod of reassurance. Her chest tightens. They are here for Jay, and every second that passes feels like sand slipping through an hourglass she has no control over. The silence stretches, interrupted only by the faint hum of distant machinery. After a few minutes, Voightâs voice crackles in her ear telling them that Silva is here.
Kevin straightens from where heâs been leaning against the car, his body tense with a readiness Avery recognizes all too well. He casts her a brief glance, his jaw tight, before turning his attention to the approaching van. It rolls to a stop and Silva steps out, his posture casual but his sharp eyes scanning the scene. Another man follows him, flanking his boss while the driver stays put.
âAbout damn time,â Kevin quips, his tone edged with impatience as he steps forward. The words hang in the air, unanswered. Neither of them misses the way Silvaâs man glances around. Kevin narrows his eyes, âWhere the hell is Jim and Angela?â
âTheyâre in the van,â Silva replies coolly. âTheyâre nice and comfy, and theyâre gonna stay there until I see my product.â
Avery grits her teeth and clenches her fists inside her pockets, her nails digging into her palms. Every fiber of her being screams to demand they release them now, but she forces herself to stay still. To do her job. Thankfully, Kevin voices it for herâin a more tactful way. âLet me take a look at how comfortable they are to make sure that youâre all good.â
He takes a deliberate step toward the van, but Silvaâs sharp tone halts him, âYouâll see them after I see my product.â
The two men lock eyes in a silent standoff until Kevin relents, tilting his head toward Avery. She forces her hands to steady as she moves to the car, unlatching the trunk and retrieving the black duffel bag.
When Silvaâs man takes a step closer, Kevin raises a hand, voice sharp, âYou stay right there, home boy.â Avery unzips the bag, and he pulls out a white brick. âThis is it. Itâs all there.â Silvaâs eyes flick over the product, his expression unreadable. He nods, but his feet remain planted, unmoving.
âItâs all you, man,â Kevin says, tossing the brick back into the bag before Avery stows it back in the trunk. âOkay? Now itâs your turn.â
The other man turns toward Silva, and they stare at each other, the silence thick with unspoken tension. Something about the interaction feels off. Averyâs instincts scream at her, her eyes narrowing as she takes in their subtle shifts.
âKev,â she mutters in alarm.
The word barely leaves her lips before Silvaâs man whips around, a glint of steel flashing as he pulls out his weapon.
âGun!â Adamâs voice tears through the warehouse and chaos erupts.
Kevin moves in a blur, diving behind the car and taking Avery down with him. Her shoulder slams into the concrete, pain jolting through her body as the impact knocks the wind out of her. Bullets tear through the air above them, shattering the carâs windows and raining glass atop them. Her heart hammers against her ribs as Kevin shields her with his body, unable to return fire from his position on the concrete.
The sharp crack of a rifle echoes through the warehouse, Kim taking out Silvaâs man from her vantage point above. Silva keeps shooting, not giving anyone a chance to return fire before he turns. The gunfire finally falters and Rojas sprints after Silva as he disappears.
âGot one offender down! Silvaâs fleeing on footâheaded right for you, Sarge!â Adam barks into his radio, his weapon trained on the driver.
Kevin is already back on his feet, gun leveled, âStep out! Step out before I light your ass up!â
Taking another second to regain her bearings, Avery finally manages to drag herself upright as adrenaline dulls the ache reverberating through her body. She circles around the car and towards the van, her heart pounding.
Her partner gets there first, yanking the doors open. âNo, no, no,â Adam says, his voice rising with each word.
The panic in his tone makes Averyâs stomach twist, realization slowly washing over her. She rushes to look inside, only to be met with⊠nothing. The van is empty. No Jay. No Angela.
âThis canât be happening,â she whispers, her pulse roaring in her ears.
âJay and Angela are not in the car. Repeat, we do not have Jay,â Adam calls into the radio.
Avery stumbles back, her hands flying to her head as her fingers twist into her hair. âNo,â she gasps, her voice cracking as she blinks back tears. âNo.â
âAve,â Adam calls, stepping toward her cautiously. The raw despair in his partnerâs eyes cuts through him. Heâs seen it before, just days ago, when he found her covered in blood, shaking with a panic attack. âAvery, itâs okay.â
She shakes her head violently, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. âWhere the hell is he?!â Her voice rises, trembling with a mix of fear and fury. She spins away, needing space, air, anything to keep herself from spiraling. Leaning on the hood of the car, she sucks in shallow breaths, willing herself to focus. But the weight of it all crushes her. Her hands start to shake, her vision tunnels. She canât breathe. Not again. Her fists clench, and before she can stop herself, she slams them onto the hood with a roar. âFuck!â
âYo!â Kevinâs voice cuts through her haze, grounding her. She turns, chest heaving, to see him jogging toward her, urgency etched across his face. âThey got Silva.â
Avery stands rigid, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her eyes fixed on the cage where Voight delivers blow after blow to Silva. Each punch lands with a sickening thud, sending blood spraying across the cracked concrete floor. Voight grabs Silva by the hair, yanking his head back sharply.
âHuh, you done?â Silva sneers, blood trickling from his split lip as he spits crimson onto the floor.
Voight tightens his grip on Silvaâs hair like a vice and asks, âAre you talking?â
âOnly to my lawyer,â he quips, though his voice wavers, betraying the pain etched into every breath.
Voight arches a brow, unimpressed. âYeah?â he says, his tone almost conversational.
âHeâs on standby,â Silva continues, trying to summon bravado but failing to mask the desperation creeping in. âHeâs gonna be making calls, gonna want to see his client.â
Voightâs shrug is almost lazy, detached. âWell,â he says coldly, âmaybe his client resisted arrest. Maybe his client reached for my gun, so I had to shoot him in the face.â Without warning, he drives his boot into the bullet wound on Silvaâs leg and the man cries out in pain. Voight presses harder before he finally relents, letting Silvaâs head fall limp. He slams his fist into Silvaâs jaw, the crack echoing in the room. âYou are gonna tell me what I need to know,â Voight growls, his voice dropping to a menacing rasp. âDo you understand?â
âKiss my brown ass,â Silva spits out defiantly, blood dribbling down his chin.
Voight snarls, his arm cocking back for another blow. Before he can strike, Haileyâs voice cuts through the tension.
âSarge, take a break.â
He hesitates, his hand hovering mid-air. With a grunt of frustration, he holsters his weapon and steps back, his heavy boots echoing on the concrete as he follows Hailey out of the cage. Silva groans, his body slumping against the wall.
From the sidelines, Avery watches the scene unfold, her chest tightening with every second wasted. Why are they stopping? They canât afford to ease up on Silvaânot when time is running out to find Jay alive. Uncrossing her arms, she strides forward, her movements sharp and deliberate.
Silva flinches at the sound of her approaching footsteps. His head lifts just enough to meet her eyes, and a smirk curls across his bloodied lips. âWhatâs this?â he taunts, his voice rough but laced with mockery as his eyes trace over her form. âYou here to play good cop?â
Without responding, her fist snaps forward with brutal precision and connects with his jaw. Silvaâs head snaps to the side, a sickening crack reverberating through the room. Before he can recover, Avery leans in, grabbing his face roughly and yanking his head toward her. âWhere is he?â she snarls, her voice low and venomous. Her grip tightens with each word, her knuckles whitening.
Silva chuckles through gritted teeth, the sound wet and rasping. âYouâre never going to find him,â he growls, his boldness sparking her rage like gasoline on a fire.
Avery doesnât hesitate. In one fluid motion, she draws her gun and shoves the barrel into Silvaâs mouth. The metallic click of the safety disengaging fills the air, and Silvaâs wide eyes betray the first real hint of fear. âYou donât know me very well,â she hisses, her tone razor-sharp. The weight of her finger rests against the trigger. All she can hear besides the pounding in her head is Jayâs voice, weak and hurt on the other end of the phone.
Behind her, voices call her name, distant but persistent. Avery ignores them, her focus locked on Silva. Her breath comes fast and shallow as she leans in closer, âIâm not going to ask you again.â
âAvery!â Hankâs voice finally breaks through the haze, sharp and commanding.
Her jaw clenches as she tilts her head, barely glancing over her shoulder. The silent authority in her sergeantâs stance is undeniable, but every fiber of her being resists. After a moment, she exhales sharply, her nostrils flaring as she yanks the gun out of Silvaâs mouth. He collapses forward, coughing and sputtering as she re-holsters her weapon with deliberate force. Without another glance at Silva, Avery storms toward Hank, her movements rigid with barely contained fury. His eyes meet hers, concern etched into his weathered features. To her left, Hailey stands stiff, her gaze a mix of judgment and understanding that grates against her raw nerves.
âWhat?â Avery snaps through gritted teeth.
Hankâs tone is firm but careful, âWe have a plan, okay?â
âSo do I,â she fires back, her voice trembling with restrained emotion.
Hailey steps in, âI want to find Jay too, but we canât torture it out of him.â Her eyes bore into Avery, her own pain simmering beneath the surface. She is just as scared, just as angry, but she is trying to be rational. âItâs not going to work.â
âWe can try,â Avery bites out, her voice low and dangerous. The air hums with tension as the two women stare at each other, waiting for the other to break while neither bend.
Clearing his throat, Hank steps between them. âWeâre running out of time. Haileyâs rightâwe need leverage. This is the best plan weâve got.â
Averyâs glare doesnât falter for a long moment. Her fists clench at her sides, the rage coursing through her veins screaming for release. Finally, she nods, the movement small and reluctant. Without another word, she spins on her heel and stalks up the stairs, her footsteps pounding in her wake.
She doesnât think about where sheâs going. Her legs move on autopilot, carrying her through the district until she finds herself in the gym. The faint scent of sweat and leather fills the air, grounding her, and itâs exactly where she needs to be. The rage simmering in her chest is suffocating, threatening to crack her open, and she needs somewhere to put it.
Her gaze lands on one of the heavy bags swaying slightly from its chain. Without hesitation, Avery walks toward it, shrugging off her jacket and letting it fall to the floor before placing her gun on the bench. She doesnât bother taping her hands. Thereâs no time for that, no patience. Truthfully, all she wants right now is a stiff drink. Instead, she plants her feet, winds back her arm, and throws her fist into the bag. The sound of impact reverberates in the empty gym.
I just need to learn how to breathe again, and right now... I can't do that with you in my life.
Her own voice echoes in her head, the memory slicing through her like a blade. Tears sting her eyes as she recalls the look on Jayâs face that dayâhurt and dejected, before settling into resigned acceptance. She throws another punch, harder this time. The bag jerks under the force, the motion fueling her.
She told herself pushing him away was the right thing to do. Necessary, for her own sanity. After two years of being gone, it was impossible to fall back into the life sheâd left behindâthe life she now knows she chose to leave behind. The life she was building with Jay. He moved on, and that was what she needed to do too.
The past pulls at her, unbidden and relentless.
âHi, Iâm looking for Sergeant Voight.â
The voice was firm but polite, confident with just the slightest question. Avery glanced up from the file in her hand, following the sound toward the stairs. Her eyes landed on the man who just spoke, with his black leather jacket and duffle bag slung over his shoulder. She straightened, moving around the desk and taking a few steps toward him, âHeâs not here. Can I help you with something?â
âMaybe.â His lips curled into a half-smile, his green eyes sparking with a quiet curiosity as he took her in, âDetective Jay Halstead.â
Punch.
âAh,â she clicked her tongue, recognition dawning. There was something magnetic about himâan ease in the way he carried himself, like he was meant to be here. A little cocky, but still charming. âYouâre Antonioâs golden boy.â
He chuckled, a deep sound that sent a surprising warmth through her chest, âI am?â
âMhm,â she replied, her lips quirking into a teasing smile. âUndercover for Organized Crime, took out a major player, and took a bullet for his little sister. Pretty impressive rĂ©sumĂ© youâve got there.â
Punch. Harder this time.
âYâknow,â Jay raised an eyebrow, biting back a grin, âIâm really feeling a power imbalance here. You know my entire life story, and I donât even know your name.â
âWell, it really is your lucky day, Halstead,â she quipped, extending her hand. âAvery Clarke. Your new partner.â
Punch. Again.
I canât do that with you in my life.
The memory burns. Tears flow freely now, streaking her flushed face. Her fists keep swinging, driving into the bag over and over again until the dull thud of impact is accompanied by the sharp sting of her skin splitting open. Blood smears across the leather, but she doesnât stop.
She remembers the way they fell into rhythm as partners so easily, like theyâd been meant to find each other. She remembers when it became more, the moment she realized that he wasnât just her partner. She remembers when she was drowning after Nadia died, and it took him being taken for her to let him save her from herself. She remembers every single second spent with him.
Avery throws another punch, then another. The bag rocks wildly on its chain, her movements becoming more erratic with each strike. Her shoulders heave with ragged breaths as her anger spills out in sharp bursts, but itâs not enough. Nothing is enough.
Her knuckles throb, blood dripping onto the gym floor, but the pain barely registers. Her vision blurs, her heart pounding in her ears. Her breath hitches as she slams her fists into the bag one last time, collapsing against it as her strength gives out. Her forehead presses against the torn leather, her body trembling with exhaustion. She lets out a broken whisper of his name, almost inaudible in the stillness of the room.
She closes her eyes and all she can hear is his voice, see his face. His crooked smile, the way he used to look at her like she was the only person in the world. It feels impossibly far away now, like a dream sheâll never get back. He has Hailey now. Hailey has a plan. He doesnât need her.
But even as she tells herself that, her heart screams something else entirely. She loves him. No matter how hard she's tried, she hasnât stopped, and sheâs afraid she never will.
Avery thought she lost him before. But if she loses him now, really loses him, she wonât survive it.
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That Damn Chain
Jay Halstead x Reader
In which you blurt out things in the heat of the moment and reveal some things about yourself and feelings you'd buried for one of your partners
NSFW happenings
How was it that you and Jay had yet again drawn the short straw to go undercover? You loved your partner but you were so damn tired of playing arm candy. The last three undercover ops you'd been dolled out and while normally you would've loved the occasion pampering the fact remained you hated not being able to have a weapon of any sorts on you. That left not only yourself unguarded but Jay's back as well should something go south.
You knew without a shadow of a doubt heâd protect you with his life, same as you him but if something happened where you walked away and he didnât because he was protecting you? You werenât sure of a scenario that would end well. No matter how hard you tried to deny it to yourself your partner had won your heart quite a while ago. Youâd never admit it under threat of torture. Too much bad waters for him when it came to partners and too much to lose for you when he undoubtedly didnât feel the same.
âKim!â you flinched when she poked your eye with the eyeliner and she grimaced âIâm sorry honey!â Voight had lent you his office to get ready considering it had an actual locking door but it also didnât have a mirror so you had to rely on her help with makeup and hair. You let a small smile slip onto your face âDidnât hurt as bad as Adam getting the wire tangled in my hair the last timeâ she cracked a grin at the memory of you chasing him through the tech room and threatening to wax his beard off.
You and Jay were due at the club around ten to meet with Alex Henderson. A tycoon's son with too much money and not enough morals. Heâd gotten bored partying it up with small-time drugs and hookers and moved onto trafficking heroin, fentanyl and as of late people. You just needed to get him on tape making a sale and youâd have him for it all. Jay was set up through a C.I, to meet with Alex. Poe was a former friend of Alexâs and when heâd gotten rolled up for suspicion in his girlfriendâs death when she overdosed heâd cut a deal to avoid the death sentence.
âThere, youâre readyâ she replied after a moment and you smiled. Your breasts felt like they were directly under your chin with how high the combination of a push up bra and corseted top accented them. The skirt you wore barely skimmed your thighs and as for the boots, youâd arrested actual hookers wearing more. âDo I at least get a jacket?â you groaned and she held up the long coat. At least it looked warm âItâs linedâ she added as if she was reading your face so you smiled âYouâre an angel Kimâ
About that time there was a knock on the door followed by Voight asking if you were ready. You cut your eyes at Kim and took a deep breath before walking out. Hailey let out a low whistle âDamn Y/Nâ you winked at her âFrom you? Iâll take the catcallâ
Adam looked at Kim with wide eyes âThose are a bitâŠmuchâ Kevin and Jay walked around the corner and both stopped dead in their tracks. âJesusâ Jay muttered under his breath and Kevin grinned before slapping his shoulder âCâmon Jay. Thatâs your partner man. Am I the only professional around here?âÂ
You were too busy practically drooling over what Jay was wearing. He was wearing a suit, tailored to hug his shoulders and the gold chain Will had given him for his last birthday peeking out the collar. After the last time he got shot he swore it was a good luck charm and wore it however often he could. That damn chain was a hazard to your health. The thoughts it caused to pop into your head were never rated to be having about a coworker.Â
You plastered a smile on âKim wired me up. If everyone is through admiring my cleavage can we please get this show on the road?â Voight chuckled âYou heard the woman, lets get it doneâ
You walked into the club next to Jay. He had one arm tucked around your waist, fingers rubbing small circles onto your hip. You noticed he did that anytime you were supposed to be his girl undercover and it made you wonder if that was something he actually did or if it was just a thing to keep him in the mindset of the moment.
You covered his hand with yours and squeezed gently. âYou ok Johnny?" you cut your eyes up at him and he smiled âYeah baby, Iâm goodâ your heart flipped anytime he had to call you baby or sweetheart or darling on these things. You knew they didnât mean anything more than your false name at the moment.
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Alex stood outside the V.I.P. section with two thick necked guards âMr Reynolds!â Jay laughed âMan, call me Johnny. Only my old man goes by Mr Reynoldsâ the two shook then Alex looked at you âAnd the lovely Gwen is with you I seeâ Jay pulled you into his side âAlwaysâ
Alex motioned behind him âLetâs grab a drink and talkâ. You felt Jayâs hand slip into yours as the two of you followed him and the guards.Â
When you got to a booth Alex purposely sat where youâd have no choice but to sit next to him. Jay met your eyes before reaching a hand out, you took it and he pulled you down into his lap âAlways been your favorite seat, right baby?â you smiled âAlways Johnny" he looked over at Alex âNow, lets talkâ
The teamsâ voices through the com in your ear was your only grounding factor against the fire raging in your core every time Jay slightly shifted his leg. Did he fucking realize what he was doing? His hand slipped down to gently squeeze your ass all the while never missing a beat at backing Alex into the corner all of you needed him in. You bit down hard enough on your bottom lip that you tasted blood to be able to focus.
You knew the moment the sale was made the unit would come in along with the uniforms waiting around the block to not only clear the club of civilians but to make sure none of Alexâs business partners showed up. âSo what are we thinking here? Six kilos and five girls?â Alex said and you heard Voight give the order to surround the club.
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Jay cut his eyes at you as he pulled you down next to him, effectively shielding your body with his. âYeahâ âThat's a hefty price you sure you got it?â Alex pushed and Jay stood up, pulling you with him âLook man if you donât want the money just say soâ âI didnât say that. Iâm just asking if youâve got that funds for that much heroin and that many girls. It ain't cheap to bring either product in and I donât want to lose my invested time and money and from the looks of it you put enough money into Gwen here, I mean if you wanna offer a tradeâÂ
Alex took a step towards you and Jay stepped squarely in front of you âIf you want to draw another breath you wont even finish that thoughtâ âPoint takenâ Alex chuckled then looked at his guards âI gotta make some calls. Treat them wellâ
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When Alex left Jay eyed the guards then whispered âGo with itâ he grabbed your hand and winked at the guard âWeâll be back fellasâ the guards eyed the two of you so he slipped his hand down to grab your ass again and you gasped lightly then giggled to cover it up. The guards chuckled âBathroom is down the hallâÂ
âWhat was that?â you asked and he whispered âI think weâre made. He may not be thinking cops but he knows something is upâ âDo we need to come in?â Voight asked over the coms about the time the two of you made it to the bathroom. Youâd just closed the door when the first bullets hit just above your head before Jay tackled you to the ground, covering your body with his.
âCHICAGO POLICE DEPARTMENTâ you heard ringing out from around the club. Jay pulled his gun from his lower back and slowly crouched over you, his chain slipping free of his shirt to dangle in front of your face as he asked âAre you ok?â you werenât sure what the hell came over you but when you looked up into those blue eyes after such a burst of adrenaline with that damn chain dangling you blurted out âIâve had a few dreams in this position but they never started with us getting shot atâ
His eyes widened before a grin slipped onto his face âEither youâre fine or delirious. Weâll figure that out laterâ he pulled your backup from where heâd carried it in on his left ankle and pressed it into your hand. At your questioning look he shrugged âYou hate not having a weapon nearbyâ then pulled you to your feet so you could both go out and meet your unit.
 For the next few days you barely looked Jay in the eye, hoping like hell he had forgotten the dream comment. Maybe heâd chalk it up to weird shit people said when adrenaline hit?
You shouldâve known better when Friday night found you at Mollys. You were talking to Ethan and April at the bar while Stella made your drink. The week had been a little crazy so you were happy to relax.Â
You knew the presence anywhere the moment a hand slipped around your waist âHey partnerâ you cut your eyes up âHey Halsteadâ he nodded to April and Ethan before passing a twenty over your head to Stella to pay for your drink and his own beer. He leaned down close enough, his breath caused a shiver to run through you when he whispered âCan we talk?â
You nodded, thanking Stella for your drink and telling April youâd see her later. Jay kept his hand at your lower back as the two of you walked over to a booth in the far corner. You slid in and cut your eyes up at him âIs this you making fun of me? Because if so I swear..â he grinned âNo, this is me asking about those dreamsâ
You raised an eyebrow and he shrugged âWhat was I doing?â you leaned across the table to flick that damn chain out of his shirt before saying âWell that thing was dangling in my face for an entirely different reason besides you tackling me to keep me from getting shotâ he damn near choked on his beer at that.
You laughed âJay, chill. Itâs no big deal. People have weird sex dreams. Doesnât mean anythingâ his eyes flicked up to yours âSo you donât have any feelings for me? Because itâs been hard as hell acting like I donât have feelings for youâ âWhat?â you asked, sitting your drink down on the table.
He grinned and leaned over to grab your hand âIâve wanted you for so damn long but because of my past relationship with a partner..â you shrugged âJust because you and her didnât work out doesnât mean anythingâ he stared at you for a moment before saying âI want you so damn much but I donât want to rush thingsâ you smiled slightly âWell in our job we could get killed tomorrow?âÂ
He shook his head but that smile he gave you was nothing short of gorgeous âAre you trying to get me in bed?â you took a sip of her drink then nodded âYeah, I amâ he nodded then took a swig of his beer before standing up âJust making sureâ and grabbed your hand.
âYouâre sure about this?â Jay asked as the two of you stumbled into his apartment, barely breaking away from each other long enough to make it inside the door and get it closed behind you before he had you pushed back against it as his mouth worked the sensitive skin of your neck.
You gasped when he hit a particular spot, hands digging into the material of his shirt âIâm sure. Take your damn shirt off Jayâ he pulled away from you and grinned âYouâre always so bossyâ before slipping his shirt over his head and tossing it. You pushed him back from you a little and he looked concerned until you smiled and ran your hands over his chest âFuck Halsteadâ you couldnât help but to be a little dumbfounded at having him in front of you like this. He grinned âIâm yoursâ and pulled you back into his arms, dropping another kiss to your lips before tugging you towards his bedroom. âI think you said something about wanting to be in a position with my chain dangling in your face?â you fucking whimpered in response and he chuckled âOh Iâm gonna have fun with you baby. You make such sweet sounds to be so mean to me at workâ
He walked backwards into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you down into his lap. You straddled him and just the way he looked up at you couldâve made you come apart. His hands went to the hem of your shirt âCan I take this off?â you pulled it off yourself and tossed it across the room. He smiled âLook at you. Looks even better than that damn top was showingâ his mouth lowered to your clothed chest, kissing across the soft mounds of flesh âWhatâs better is only I get to see you like thisâ
He reached behind you and slipped your bra off with ease before his hands came up to cup your breasts. âDamnâ you moaned lightly at just how gentle he was being, like he was afraid youâd break. One hand left your breast to slip around your throat, not applying pressure just controlling your attention. âIf we do this baby, know it means Iâm yours and youâre mine. I donât share wellâÂ
You nodded and he shook his head âWords baby, I need wordsâ âIâm yours Jayâ you spoke and he leaned forward, just shy of kissing you before saying âDamn right you areâ he turned, flipping the two of you so your back was on the bed and he was on top of you. Your eyes flicked down to his chain and he chuckled âDoes that turn you on?â you nodded and he grinned âItâs turned you on the whole time Iâve had it, hasnât it?â
âIt hasâ you admitted and he grinned before catching your lips in a bruising kiss. He moved from your lips, across your jaw then down your neck. The stark comparison of the warmth of his lips with the cool metal of the chain had you squirming under him. One of his hands went to your hips, pinning them.
He kissed across your chest, taking his time to mark both breasts âSo everyone knows theyâre hisâ when he got to your jeans he looked up at you and winked before slipping them off your hips. He started at your left ankle, kissing up and stopping just shy of where you needed him before giving the right leg the same treatment.
Just when you were sure youâd die from teasing he licked one long stripe through your folds and when your hips bucked up and fingers went to his hair he kissed your inner thigh and said âThatâs my girlâ before diving in.
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Youâd had men go down on you before but Jay was an entirely different story. The way his tongue worked at your clit, fingers finding their way inside of you to move in tandem as he worked you over that edge back to back until you were pushing at his shoulders begging him âPlease Jay! Itâs too muchâ
When he pulled back to look at you he smiled before kissing your trembling thighs âHow ya feeling?â you curled a finger at him and his smile turned into a full blown smirk as he kissed his way up your body before finally making it to your mouth, letting you taste yourself on him.
You could feel his hard cock pressing on your thigh so you spread your legs a little further to give him the invitation. He pressed his forehead against yours as he moved one hand to line himself up with your opening before slowly slinking in. When he was finally bottomed out you both let out a moan.Â
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He held himself up once he was sure you were ready and gave a tentative thrust. When your response was to grip his shoulders he buried his face into your neck for just a breath before it was like a thought occurred to him. He pulled back and grabbed your hands then pulled them up over your head,holding them in place as his eyes met yours âI wanna see you fall apartâ he grunted and you felt yourself clench around him.Â
His eyes fluttered at the feeling âJust like that then huh baby?â he sat a rough pace that meant with each roll of his hips you could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he pounded into you. You were itching to touch him but he still held your hands, that damn chain in your face as he worked you closer and closer to that edge.
When his fingers found your clit and he started to rub tight circles onto it you felt that pressure that had been building inside of you burst and you came with a loud moan of his name. The feeling of your orgasm pushed him over the edge as well, burying himself inside of you with one final thrust.
He finally released your hands as he buried his face in the bend of your neck, both of you working to get your breathing back to normal. Your hands went to his shoulders, smoothing down the muscles as your lips kissed any skin you could reach.Â
He laughed lightly and leaned up to press a kiss to your lips âA damn chain got us to admit how we feltâ you shrugged and tapped it âI happen to like that damn chainâ he looked down to where he was still buried hip deep in you âYeah, I like it pretty good myselfâ
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Requests are opened!
This Masterlist does have 18+ fics in it so please heed the warnings.
All fics are separated but I do:
9-1-1
9-1-1 Lone Star
Brooklyn Nine-Nine
Criminal Minds
One Chicago (Chicago Med, PD, and Fire)
The Rookie
Top Gun
Top Gun Maverick
Twister
Twisters
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A/N: All fics not underlined means that they are planned and a wip this just helps me to keep track of what fics I need to do.
A/N 2: All fics are fem!reader unless stated otherwise or requested otherwise.
Series
Here Comes The Storm (Tyler Owens x Harding!Reader, Tyler Owens x OC!Son! Chase Storm Owens, Reader x OC!Son! Chase Storm Owens, Bill Harding x Daughter!Reader, Jo Harding x Daughter!Reader)
(On Hold for TBA) I'm Already There (Bradshaw!Sister)
My Daughter, My Heart (Jake Seresin x Daughter!Reader, OC!Elizabeth Taylor x Daughter!Reader)
Storm Warning (Javi Rivera x OC!Wife!Olivia Owens, Javi Rivera x Daughter!Reader, OC! Olivia Owens x Daughter!Reader, Tyler Owens x OC!Sister!Olivia Owens, Tyler Owens x Niece!Reader)
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Blizzard (IceMav x Daughter!Reader, Maverick x Iceman)
Firecracker (Evan Buckley x Daughter!Reader)
Little Birdie (Bradley Bradshaw x Daughter!Reader)
Littlest Halstead (Jay Halstead x Daughter!Reader)
Little Nash (Bobby Nash x Daughter!Reader)
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Mini TK (TK Strand x Daughter!Reader, Carlos Reyes x Daughter!Reader, TK Strand x Carlos Reyes)
Our Little Girl (Jake Seresin x Daughter!Reader, Bradley Bradshaw x Daughter!Reader, Jake Seresin x Bradley Bradshaw)
Our Future (Y/N Bradshaw-Seresin x OC!Mason Floyd, Jake Seresin x Daughter!Reader, Bradley Bradshaw x Daughter!Reader, Jake Seresin x Bradley Bradshaw)
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9-1-1 Lone Star
Brooklyn Nine-Nine
One Chicago
Top Gun
The Rookie
Twisters
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9-1-1 Lone Star
One Chicago
Top Gun
The Rookie
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The Rookie
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Fight to Survive (9-1-1 x Criminal Minds) (Evan Buckley x Nash!FBI!Reader)
Burning Jealousy (One Chicago x The Rookie) (Kelly Severide x Paramedic!Rhodes!Reader)
Love in the Danger Zone (One Chicago x Top Gun Maverick) (Bradley Bradshaw x Halstead!Pilot!Reader and Kelly Severide x Halstead!Pilot!Reader)
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If I Took You Home, Part 2
Pairing: Dom!Kevin Atwater x Sub!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. Food porn. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female receiving) teasing, masterbation (male), fingering (female receiving), cum play, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, all consensual. D/s dynamics.
Summary: Your friends were all in relationships so that meant it was time to bug you about your singledom. Your blind date went a little too well. You expected the magic of the night to give away to clarity in the morning. You didn't know if you were breaking some kind of one night stand rules by spending the night. You try to sneak out undetected, but Kevin only proves that he knows how to wear us down.
Word Count: 7,041k
AO3 Link | Part 1
A/N: Hello, my loves. This was long, long, long overdue! I wanted to finish this yesterday. Ah well, what a sweet lullaby muahaha. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, reblog, or unhinged ask.
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Some things became clearer in the light of day. As wakefulness encroached upon the sweet lullaby of sleep, you blinked your eyes sleepily at the unfamiliar room. Panic made your heartbeat increase as you tried to remember where the fuck you were.
You shifted on the bed, a particular ache between your legs making you wince. Oh yeah. Memories flooded you of every single nasty thing you did last night and let this virtual stranger do to you. The way he commanded, demanded, and delivered. It brought heat to your cheeks as you tried to think of how you could explain your night without breaking into song and dance.
Sex that good had to warrant a little bit of razzle dazzle right? A little bit of jazz hands. A little bit ohmygodwhencanwedothatagain?!
Kevin snored gently beside you and you half turned in the bed to watch him. He looked damn good up close and in repose. He had long eyelashes that rested against his cheeks. Juicy lips that puckered in his sleep. He slept on his stomach, hugging the pillow to his chest. His massive arms curled adorably beneath him.Â
In the light of the morning, or afternoon, whenever it was, your nerves came screaming back. What was the protocol here? Youâd never done anything like this and you were completely out of your element. Was it awkward to stay? Was it awkward to leave?Â
He asked you to stay, sure, but what if he changed his mind? You needed time and space to think. Preferably away from the sight and smell of him. It only served to confuse you. Get you thinking about forever, when this was only supposed to be something fun.Â
You felt like you should leave. Maybe it was you being nervous or those manners your grandmother beat into your head. You didnât necessarily want to leave Kevin, but you didnât want to make him go through the whole song and dance of exchanging numbers just because you slept over. Then wait by the phone for a thousand years before you finally catch on that he asked for your number out of a sense of duty rather than any actual interest.
Been there, done that. To hell with your friends. If they felt awkward because they were booed up and you were not, that was strictly a âthemâ problem. You took slow, measured breaths as you extricated yourself from the tangle of Kevinâs sheets and the warmth of his body. It was like sleeping next to a damn furnace.Â
You stuck one leg out of the bed and immediately snatched it back with a tiny yelp. It was freezing in his apartment! You looked back at Kevin to determine if your squeak woke him up. His cute face scrunched up but he returned to snoring. Your heart was hammering out of your chest. You felt like you were sneaking out after putting your hand in the cookie jar.Â
You looked towards the ceiling and took a few more breaths to calm yourself down. You stuck your foot back out, freezing cold air raising goosebumps on your leg.Â
You slid out of the bed and worried that Kevin would wake up and see your not so flexible acrobatics to get out of his huge bed. You already had to hop a little to climb out. You hopped from foot to foot as your feet touched the freezing ground.Â
It was bad enough Chicago was one of the coldest places youâd ever been. The way he kept his apartment, you might as well be standing on the top of Mount Everest. Your hair was probably a mess. Your breath worse. You cupped your hand to your mouth to check. Not terrible but could be better.
You inwardly groaned as you hunted for your clothes. Last nightâs game of undressing from room to room lit up in your mindâs eye. Rolling waves of heat rolled down your spine as you remembered the look in his eyes. You smirked as you found your panties finally and then your bra in the bathroom.Â
You hunted through the apartment, gathering all of your things and your heels. You placed everything on the back of his couch so that you could get dressed in peace. No sooner had you stuck one leg through your undies, did a deep voice clear itself behind you.
You yelped, spinning around to see Kevin leaning into the doorway. His eyes were half mast, sleepy, and he looked adorable rubbing his eyes. He leaned on one arm, his hip dipped as he leaned against the frame. Naked as sin and twice as fucking hot with his dick soft against his thigh.
âNo goodbye kiss?â He asked.
âYou fucking scared me!â You screamed. Your heart was already in your damn throat from sneaking about. Getting caught by Kevin somehow felt worse.Â
Kevin smirked at you. âStill waiting on that kiss,â he said.Â
You bit the inside of your cheek and looked at him. You wanted to be the cool one here. The levelheaded one. No, your world was not rocked last night. No, you werenât hearing wedding bells in your head already.Â
Kevin crooked his finger, beckoning you closer. The deep, subconscious desire to be commanded immediately obeyed, walking closer to him before you knew what the hell you were doing. Kevin watched you walk closer, not moving until you were close in front of him. Naked as the day you were born.Â
He used that same finger to lift your chin and look at him in the eyes. He stared for a moment, long enough to make you feel nervous. But all he did was look. âDo you want to go home? Did I scare you last night?âÂ
âWhat? N-No!â You stumbled over your words, emphatically shaking your head. Oh god. He couldnât possibly think you were leaving because of him? You shook your head again. âNo, no, I swear.âÂ
Kevin lifted an eyebrow. âWhy are you running then?â He asked.
You scoffed. âIâm not running,â you said and rolled your eyes. You were a grown adult. You didnât run from anything, least of all the likes of Kevin Atwater.Â
Kevin playfully frowned and looked from you to the pile of clothes on his couch. When he looked back at you, you giggled and crossed your arms. âMaybe, I just wanted my dress off the floor.âÂ
Kevin looked at you. âMaybe I was burning up underneath all your damn body heat.â You laughed but quickly stopped when you noticed that Kevin wasnât laughing with you.Â
âI had a fantastic night last night. Did you?â He asked.Â
You nodded. Fantastic wasnât even the right word. What would be better? Amazing? Mind-blowing? Phenomenal? Hell, the word you needed hadnât been invented yet. âIncredible,â you finally agreed.Â
âSo what are you really doing?â He asked.Â
Claire didnât mention that he was a damn mind reader. You looked at him and sighed. âI wanted to give you a smooth out, in caseâŠâ you shrugged. Fuck, this was hard. Why was this hard? âIn case you changed your mind.âÂ
Kevin nodded. âIâm pretty sure I promised a few things I still wanted to do with you today. We just met yesterday, but I think we really have something here. If Iâm wrong, let me know.âÂ
âYouâre not wrong. I feel comfortable with you,â you said. Mushy ass feelings just wasnât your jam. But you had to pull on your big girl pants and give it straight. âI get in my head sometimes. I didnât want you to feel obligated to keep this going if all you wanted was booty last night.âÂ
âIf all I wanted was some ass, I could get that day in and out. I want you. Do you want me?â He asked.Â
No hesitation. You nodded. âVery much so.â You smiled and he smiled back.Â
âGood. Is there anything you want to talk about last night? Anything you didnât like?â He asked. He grabbed your hand with his and pulled you closer. You looked down at your entwined hands, loving the absolute pretty picture you two painted. The joining of two brown hands like branches of the same tree.Â
Your eyes also clued in to the length of his dick, getting harder by the moment. Youâd seen him fully erect, he wasnât there yet. But it was damn close. âHonestly? No fucking notes at all.â You snickered as you remembered last night. God. It was like he reached into your head and read every single filthy thought that flittered across your mind.Â
When was the last time you felt like that with your partner? Probably never. You never felt comfortable handing your pleasure to a man. They never fucking listened. You could be moaning, âdonât stopâ, over and over and they took that as a clue to stop what they were doing. Or they began fingering you and got mad when you coached them on what you liked. The bar was truly in hell.Â
Kevin smiled. âI always want your honesty. Anything you wish I did different?â He asked. His fingers slowly stroked the back of your hand, playing with your fingers. How could he make something so mundane be the hottest thing ever?Â
With each glide of his thumbs on your skin, your legs tingled and your belly flipped. That inner sex demon stretched like a lazy cat inside of you. One touch. One look. You were down bad for Kevin Atwater. If heâd let you, this sexy ass man wouldnât be able to breathe without you.Â
You shook your head. âRemember when I said it was bad out here?â You asked.
Kevin nodded his head. âThat was putting it mildly. I have enough horror stories to fill a library with the fucking audacity of men these days. Iâm not saying youâre perfect, because I donât want you to get a big head. But itâs truly, truly mind-boggling how no one has trapped you in a marriage or a baby. âCause?â You fanned yourself for extra dramatics.Â
Kevin laughed, a full throaty laugh that came from deep in his soul. You could listen to him laugh for the rest of your life and never get sick.Â
âAinât nobody trap me âcause momma ainât raise no fool,â he said. âBut okay. I want to let you know that you are perfect.â
You pushed at his solid chest, rolling your eyes. âIâm serious. You bring out something in me. Something Iâd like to explore more.â He licked his lips and looked at you up and down.Â
He had to be doing this on purpose. Turning up his charm to a thousand and ten. You couldnât take it. He was too fine. Too hot. Quite literally chiseled by the gods. He couldnât be real and yet he was standing right in front of you, telling you that you were perfect. You pinched yourself to make sure you werenât dreaming.Â
You nodded. âIâd like to explore it too.â
âSo no running?â He asked.
You grinned. âI was not running!â Liar, liar. Kevin tilted his head. You rolled your eyes and fought a grin, not successfully. âNo running.â
Kevin nodded his head. He seemed to change right before your eyes. Turning from easy, sleepy, and relaxed right back to the man who was in charge last night. He stood up straighter. No longer leaning against the door frame, he reminded you with a simple action that he was tall. And big. A man.Â
Your breathing caught in your throat as your heart began beating faster. Your fingers tingled. He inspected you from head to foot, took in your stance, took in your nakedness. You should be nervous about him seeing you, but you were being truthful earlier. You really did feel comfortable with him. Like youâd known him far longer than just one day.Â
He clasped his hands behind his back and raised his chin, looking down at you. His eyes looked half closed from this position and you knew to interpret this as a warning. âIâm glad you said that. Because now, we have to talk about how you denied me the pleasure of waking you up with my tongue,â he said.Â
You rubbed your thighs together and swallowed painfully. Your mouth dropped open in a surprised smirk, tongue rubbing against one of your teeth. Damn. What the hell did you say to something like that?Â
You thought you had been playing in the big leagues with your level of nasty. Kevin showed you in so many subtle ways that you were playing with weak ass men before. Men who thought they owned something if money was involved. Whether itâs gifts, dinner, or quality time. Kevin just naturally oozed a lot of that masculinity that made you so attracted to men in the first place.Â
âI went to bed dreaming about what youâd taste like fresh in the morning. Of how youâd look when you woke up to an orgasm. That little bit of surprise,â Kevin said. He closed his eyes briefly and bit his bottom lip as if he were recalling the dream at the moment.
He stalked closer to you. Instinctively, you began to back away. He looked like a man on a mission. A deviousness played in his warm brown eyes as he looked at your body like he wanted to gnaw on you like a dog with a bone.Â
He took a deep, deep breath and let it go in one long sigh. âThe things I was finna do to you in that bed.â He shook his head like he mourned the lost moment.Â
âIâm sorry! We can go lay back down?â You asked. You continued to back away from his advancing form. Both scared and horny, you mentally kicked yourself. If you werenât careful, you could get sucked into the vortex of Kevin Atwater. You werenât entirely sure that was a bad thing.Â
Kevin shook his head. âNaw, donât work like that. Bad girls get punished,â he said. A downright wicked gleam entered his eyes with that comment. He reached out and grabbed your wrist, tugging you towards the couch. He sat down with you in front of him, in between his legs.Â
Out of the protection of his body, the cold air hit you once more in full force. It battled with the natural heat of your body, leaving you in a push and pull of dueling temperatures. Your nipples beaded from desire and from the cold air, practically poking out in invitation.Â
âI wasnât bad,â you pouted. Sure punishment sounded fun, but you wanted what he promised last night.Â
âI was gonna run you a bath, get you all nice and soapy and wet andâŠâ He let the thought drift away as he tugged you to kneel before him. The soft rug by his couch was padded enough that you didnât think youâd get rug burn, depending on what he had planned.Â
âAnd what?â You asked. Your pussy clenched. Fuck, that sounded amazing. Getting all soaped up with Kevin, washing each other down, playing in the water. You got a full tour of his apartment and knew that his shower was big enough for his ass. It would fit the both of you comfortably. You needed it.Â
Kevin smirked and grabbed his dick, stroking himself as he looked at you. You leaned forward, licking your lips. He was fully erect now. Thick and veiny, long. You licked your lips again, wondering what he tasted like.
âHands behind your back,â he said. His voice grew rougher as he tugged on his meat and adjusting himself on the couch.Â
You obeyed, putting your hands behind your back and grabbing your forearms. Your eyes never left his dick. His big hand gripped himself way harder than what you were ever comfortable with. Precum leaked from his tip. He gathered some of it on his thumb and swirled it around his tip.Â
You moaned softly, watching him, mesmerized. Your grip on your forearms slackened as you leaned in a little more, scooting in between his legs.Â
âStay right there. I got a feeling that youâd like if I spanked you. And Iâm not rewarding your rabbit ass with too many orgasms,â he groaned. He sank into his couch, groaning, as he pleasured himself.Â
Your eyes followed the glide of his hand. He still wore the bracelets around his wrist. The strings moved with the force of his hand. It was a hell of a way to hypnotize you. He could ask for the Krabby Patty secret formula and youâd find a way to fess up to it.Â
âIâll be good,â you said, still staring at the way he stroked himself. Youâd never been more jealous of a fucking hand.Â
Your essence dripped out of you, slow like honey. You were unbearably wet. You moved your hand, more than capable of taking care of yourself. Kevin growled. âDonât move.âÂ
You stopped and whined, adjusting your arms back behind you. Kevin groaned and leaned his head back against the couch cushion. After a moment or two, he collected himself and looked back at you. âIf you be good and take this punishment, Iâll make it worth it,â he promised.
âI donât even know what the punishment is,â you whined. Fuck being an adult. You wanted to take a ride on his dick and he was fucking playing games.Â
âIâm gonna paint that gorgeous face of yours,â he said. âYou donât behave, you donât get this dick. Fair?â He asked.
âNo,â you pouted, poking your lips out and everything. Maybe if you were cute enough, heâd lose his composure and fuck you silly.Â
Kevin only moaned, hand moving a little faster from all the precum leaking out of him. âKeep whining, it turns me on,â he said and winked.Â
You fought the smile. This was not amusing. This was torture. This was cruel and unusual punishment. This had to be illegal.Â
You were incredibly horny, sitting somewhere between too cold and too warm. Your body was confused. But your mind was far from it. You watched him like he was the single greatest porn scene youâd ever watched.Â
Kevin groaned. âI love the way you lookinâ at me,â he said. His voice was rougher, like heâd been running for a long time. He was out of breath, stroking himself nice and smooth. He had a patch of dark hair at the base of his dick. His dick smooth like velvet, hard as a brick.Â
âI could do a lot better than just look,â you said. You hadnât had a chance to show off your own moves. Too busy with getting caught up in the way Kevin took care of business. You leaned up on your knees, getting excited at the prospect of giving him the gawk gawk 3000. That had him rolling his eyes and singing your praises. The kind of slobbering that had you caught up a few times, with men who swore they were in love with you.Â
Kevin chuckled. âI bet you could. You look like you wanna eat me,â he said. His hips jerked as he said it, practically fucking his hand at this point. He let out a low string of curses as he closed his eyes briefly.Â
âYou have no idea how badly I want your dick in my mouth,â you said.
âYeah? Tell me how badly,â he said.Â
âI wanna taste you. I want to see how far back in my throat you can go,â you said, unashamed of your words. You were mad tripping earlier. That same connection you felt last night only seemed to strengthen in this moment.Â
Kevin groaned, bucking his hips against his hand like he truly was fucking. You could picture bouncing on his dick in time with his hips moving. Was it possible to cum from no stimulation at all? You felt like you could cum at this very moment. This may be punishment, but fuck if it wasnât beautiful to watch.Â
Kevinâs jaw began to slacken, eyes tightly closed. He was close. He groaned, the sound slithering down your spine. Your pussy throbbed. Clit swollen and weeping, crying out to be played with. To be touched. To relieve this fucking tension in your bones.Â
âCanât wait to feel that mouth on this dick. Wanna see you struggle to take me. Looking up at me with those sexy eyes. Fuck. Would you cry?â He asked. He seemed more like he was talking to himself. He worked himself up with that particular fantasy. He scooted forward on the couch, stroking his dick once and then twice before moaning as he squirted his hot cum all over your face.
It landed more so on your nose and cheek, dribbling onto your lips. âLick that shit up,â Kevin said, voice deep and raspy. Deep enough to make you whimper. You licked your lips, licking up his cum and swallowing him down.
You moaned, finally getting to taste him. âOh, my, god,â Kevin said, panting from the force of his climax. He collapsed onto his couch, breathing heavily. A beat passed and then two, before he turned back to you with a wink.Â
He leaned forward, tugging you closer so that he could kiss you. You melted against him. He leaned back. âYou did so fucking well for me,â he said.Â
You whimpered. He helped you rise to your feet. Then brought you to the bathroom, where he rinsed off a washcloth and gently cleaned your face. He was not making it easy on you. In a minute, you were going to drop to your knees and propose to the man. He took such gentle care with you, cleaning your face softly. You watched his face. The absolute concentration. The little bit of tongue poking out between his lips.Â
Done, he tugged your arms behind his back and kissed the absolute daylights out of you. Scorching. Hot. Enough to completely daze you as he brought the kiss to an end, lips still pressed together. He slowly withdrew, opening his eyes and looking up at you even though he was taller.Â
âHow about you run a bath while I get some breakfast going for us? You good with an omelet?âÂ
You nodded. âThat sounds delicious,â you said. Your stomach rumbled, loudly, in the quiet bathroom. It was tastefully decorated in steel blue with complimentary towels. The rug underneath your feet was shaggy and comfortable, toes sinking into the fabric. You swayed a bit, suddenly so damn hungry you couldnât think straight.Â
Kevin kissed your cheek. âForgive me, Iâve been a bad host,â he said.Â
You smiled lazily at him. âYouâve been so amazing, Iâm starting to think Iâm having a really good dream or Iâm in a really bad coma,â you said.Â
Kevin chuckled. âNaw, baby. Iâm real,â he said. He grabbed your chin and brought you closer for a sweet kiss, a light smacking of your lips on his. âIâll come get you when the food is ready. Thereâs no rush.âÂ
Kevin left you with one final kiss, like he couldnât help himself. Then, he grabbed a towel, wash cloth, and hand towel from a cabinet in the wall. You asked about grabbing your panties first, but Kevin shook his head.
âNo underwear policy in this space,â he said.Â
âNow sir,â you said and giggled.Â
âYou see me wearing one?â He asked.Â
You looked down at his dick and licked your lips. Kevin grunted. âDonât get hurt now.â
You giggled and shook your head. âI canât walk around the apartment naked as hell. What about your windows?â You asked.Â
Kevin made a face but then sighed. âFine.â He walked out of the room without another word. You watched him cross the hall to his bedroom, opening his drawer, and pulling out a dark gray T-shirt. He returned to the bathroom and handed it to you. âNo panties.âÂ
You accepted the shirt and smiled. âThank you,â you said. âIâll behave. That punishment was bullshit,â you said. You turned towards his tub, reaching over to turn on the water and plug it up. Kevin smacked your ass, hard, the slap echoing off of the tile.Â
âWorked, didnât it?â He asked. He waggled his eyebrows and then left you alone in his bathroom. You pinched yourself. You quietly squealed, running in place. You had to get the jitters out of your skin.Â
No amount of pinching or screaming would convince you that this was real. That you were in this space, surrounded by this man that was a book boyfriend come to life. He said all the right things and did all the right things. Even when he was mean, he was still sweet and sexy. This connection between you was insane. Indescribable. How the hell would you even begin to try?
His tub was easy enough to work, the warm water filling up quickly. You raided his soap, looking for the one he used most often. He had a teakwood body wash that was almost gone so you helped yourself to it, wanting to smell like him. If this were a dream, then oh thee fuck well. You were never going to wake up from this. Never.Â
You washed yourself up, sinking into the warm water and living through flashbacks of last night and a few moments ago. The water felt so good on your skin, easing up any aches and pains accrued over the night and from kneeling for so long. You were good and pruney, practically falling asleep, by the time Kevin knocked on the door.
âOkay to come in?â He asked.Â
You sat up in the tub. âYep!â You called out.
Kevin entered and leaned on the doorknob. He hummed in appreciation. âGiving me all kinds of ideas about that tub,â he said.Â
âI aim to please,â you said and giggled.Â
âLater, beautiful. Foodâs up. If you need help drying off, just let me know,â he said.Â
You laughed. âIf you help me dry off, that food will get cold,â you said.
Kevin sighed but nodded with a small smile. âYou right. Come on, gorgeous,â he said.Â
The casual way that he dropped all of these terms of endearment only further solidified that youâd never find someone like Kevin. Out of the billions of people on the planet, you couldnât find someone like him. Even if you were to clone him, Kevin was unique. Different. The total and complete package.
Youâd have to find a way to abscond with Claire and marry her. Give her your first born. Something. How the hell had she been hiding all of this?!Â
Kevin knocked on the door and then partially closed it, giving you enough privacy to get out of the tub and drain it. You dried off, smelling his sweet scent all over your skin. You hummed as you pulled on his shirt, amazed that it fit over your curves and rolls. Huh. How about that.
Youâd never been able to experience the small pleasure of putting on your boyfriendâs clothes. It was always a smidge too small. And whoever you were with tried to make you feel better. As if it were their fault that their clothes werenât bigger for you. It didnât crush you, not really, but secretly you always wanted to. You liked the inherent pleasure in it. Like you were staking your claim with one piece of clothing.Â
Kevin was big enough that the arms of his shirt hung loose. The shirt came down to the middle of your thighs, looking like a dress that was almost too short. Too indecent if you were to wear something like this in public with no shorts or leggings underneath. If you bent over, heâd get a good view of your pussy.Â
You looked at yourself in the mirror, the smirk that never left your lips. Your hair was a little wild, but that was okay. You smoothed it down. You looked like youâd been fucked. And fucked good. You grinned to yourself and finally left the bathroom.
The kitchen smelled amazing. It was still warm from what he cooked. He sat on the couch with a plate in his hand. He had an area to sit in the kitchen, but he patted the couch next to him. Your thighs tingled remembering what he did earlier.Â
Your dress was draped across the accompanying recliner, laid out to smooth out the wrinkles that appeared because it had been bunched up all night. Your heels were on the floor and your purse was underneath the dress.Â
Strangely, you felt no immediate need to grab your phone. Fuck the world. You were having fun in your little bubble. Kevin handed you a plate as you sat down. It looked good enough to be in a food magazine. Oh and the taste.
You moaned, fork scraping against the plate as you dug for another piece and another one. The egg was fluffy, flavorful, filled with little pieces of ham, cheese, and tomato. You looked at Kevin, licking your fork clean. When you released it, you smacked your lips.Â
âOkay, this is really unfair. You look like that and cook like this? Fuck,â you said and shook your head.
Kevin laughed. âCouldnât let my siblings grow up on mediocre ass food. I can throw down a little,â he said, being modest and ducking his head as he dug into a bigger version of your omelet.Â
As you ate, you swapped family horror stories, both cracking up and nearly choking on food. Kevin ended up turning up the heater for your sake. You spent the late afternoon watching movies and pigging out on the couch. You found movies that youâd both seen so it wasnât a big deal if you missed some of the movie by talking.Â
And oh, did you talk about everything under the sun. Conversation flowed freely. The laughs were quick and loud. Sunlight filtered through his blinds, flecks of dust swirling in the beam. Your foot swung back and forth off of the couch before Kevin grabbed your foot and started to massage the heel.Â
You moaned, resting your head against the back of the couch. You smiled at him, eyes drifting close as he found a particular ache in the arch. A soft sigh escaped you as you moaned with pleasure. His hands were perfect. Absolutely perfect. Immediately zeroing in on your most sensitive spots.
âOh, that is so unfair,â you moaned.Â
âWhat is?â Kevin looked from the TV to your face. You studied his half side profile. The line of his jaw. The peek of his lips surrounded by a neat, full beard. The way his hair twisted. The kind glow of his eyes. You were simply obsessed.Â
âYouâve been doing nothing but making me feel good for the past day and some change,â you said.Â
âIâd like to do it for longer than that,â he said. He gave you a rare, shy smile. âToo soon?âÂ
You shook your head. You moaned around him digging his thumb in. You brought your arm up to rest against your cheek. âIt doesnât scare me.â
âGood. I donât ever want to scare you,â he said.Â
You spent a few moments staring into each otherâs eyes. His eyes reminded you of sitting outside a log cabin, crackling fire in front of you, bundled in sweaters and scarves. He was so warm. From the inside out. It made you feel lucky to be in his orbit.Â
âYou canât ever scare me, I think. Is that weird?â You asked.Â
âNaw, thatâs not weird. But you can always tell me if I do,â he said.Â
Kevin moved his hand, rubbing the top of your foot. His fingers brushed your toes and you yanked your foot back with a squeak. You could barely tolerate someone touching your feet. But touching your toes was out of the question.
Kevin gave you a funny look, reaching for your toes intentionally. You yanked your foot back, tucking it underneath you. You fought a laugh, fought the unbearable awkward sensation.
âYou ticklish?â He asked.Â
âNo,â you said and shook your head.
Kevinâs face dropped in realization as he began to find other places you were ticklish. You squealed with laughter. There was something terrible and wonderful about being tickled. Your body didnât like it but your brain recognized it as pleasurable. It was a weird headspace to be and you fought with all of your might against Kevin.Â
He stopped once you were hysterically screaming for him to stop, laughing so hard that you were out of breath. Kevin held up his hands, laughing with you. âMy bad, my bad. I ainât know,â he said, still chuckling at your wheezing.
You eventually calmed down, sobering up while looking at him. âYou are amazing,â you said.Â
âAnd you are perfect,â he said. He leaned forward on the couch, covering your body with his. His powerful arms were on either side of you. He did one half push up and began kissing you. His lips smacked over yours, light little hums escaping him as if he were tasting something delicious.Â
Your body lit up, warming from the inside out as you felt all of him imposing on top of you. He kept most of his weight off of you, but you wished heâd drop down so you could treat him like your personal weighted blanket.Â
You ran your hands over his shoulders, feeling his smooth, wondrous skin beneath your fingers. He smelled heavenly.Â
Kevin moaned. âYou smell just like me,â he said. He moaned against your lips, kissing down your jaw and across your neck. Liquid heat followed where his tongue licked against your skin. âThis was a turn on I didnât know I had.â
Your giggles ended on a moan as he licked across your rapid thumping vein. The space between your thighs warmed up, turning into an inferno all its own. Kevin slid his knee between your legs, spreading you open for him. He hummed, staring at you all smug and shit. The light hairs on his thighs rubbed in the most delicious way.Â
Your eyes fluttered, hands reaching out to push at his chest. Kevin used his imposing frame to lean down, putting pressure against your weak hand. Your hand dropped and Kevin smirked.
He knee was joined with one of his hands, gathering up your slick and juices, coating his fingers. He brought it to his lips, sucking on his fingers while he stared into your eyes. You stared back, watching him gather up as much as he could.Â
He moved down the length of your body, kissing in places and biting in others. Your sighs were choppy and quick, not allowing you to draw in a full breath. Kevin nosed through your wet folds, rubbing his nose in your pussy and humming to himself. His fingers dug into your thick, meaty thighs.
âGahh damn, beautiful. You fuckinâ soaked,â he moaned. He lifted his head, dragging his tongue along the slit of your pussy. You whimpered, legs dropping open further so that he had enough room. Kevin adjusted himself on the couch and then used his tongue to push between, finding your clit with a precise lick.
âOh, shit!â You cried out. Your nails raked across his back, digging in for purchase as he licked around your overly sensitive clit. His tongue flicked, dragging back and forth and made you speak in tongues. Your hands flew to his neck, pulling, pushing him down harder against your clit.
You gyrated your hips, fucking into his mouth. He moaned around you gushing around his mouth. The orgasm snuck up on you, too swift like a sniper. You moaned and cried against Kevinâs tongue, unrelenting, sucking harder.
âOh god, oh god, oh god,â you cried, panicked cries echoing in the room. The TV played in the background, some random ass movie or show. You werenât sure which. The afternoon light was gone, replaced with the warming embrace of night.Â
You felt this orgasm start in the base of your spine, shooting forward, racing towards the forefront as you came undone from Kevinâs tongue. âOh, shit. Kevin, Kevin, Iâmââ Words got caught in your throat as you came and came, a rolling sort of pleasure that was nearing painful.Â
You coughed and then gasped, pulling in lungfuls of air. You felt like your heart restarted or you blacked out for a moment.Â
Kevin moaned, looking up at you with your essence dripping from his beard. He kissed up your body, leaving sloppy wet kisses on your belly and chest. He moved himself forward, mouth latching onto your nipple. You cried, the nipple sensitive as hell.Â
Each pull of his tongue made your pussy clench. You had no moans to give and yet your moans escaped nonetheless. Your hands roamed over Kevinâs body. He grabbed your wrists and pinned it to the bed beside you, fingers squeezing and making you feel bound.Â
You moaned as Kevin released your nipple and then moved on to the next. He gave that one the same care and attention, pulling and tugging, and making you move your hips, feeling empty as hell.Â
You couldnât think straight. You were too blissed out on feeling good. All you knew was his hands on your skin, his lips around your nipples, his deep rumbling moans vibrating against you. All you knew was that there was no past, no future, no present that did not include Kevin Atwater.Â
Kevin moved up your body again, kissing along your chest until he licked a trail up your neck. He moaned, moving into position between your legs. You grew a little nervous. Even with all this foreplay, you werenât sure he would fit again. Last night had to be a fluke.Â
âEyes on me,â he commanded.Â
You dragged your eyes up to meet his. He smirked, kissing you and driving random thoughts from your mind. He lined himself up, dragging your legs higher on his hips. He leisurely slid inside of you, like he had all the time in the world.
He paused every so often, letting you adjust to his size and length. He sank deeper and deeper, stretching you to your absolute fullest.Â
âOh fuck, Kev, youâre so big,â you groaned.Â
âMade for me,â he said. He kissed your cheek as he began to pull out and then pull back in.Â
You practically growled in his ear as his tip brushed up against your cervix. He was so deep, filling up an essential part of you. You no longer felt empty. You felt so completely full that tears sprang to your eyes.
Your pussy clenched around his dick. Your loud squelching sounded painful, even to you. He groaned as you squeezed his dick, sliding out so slowly it felt like torture, before pushing back in.Â
Your orgasm was vicious, wild, and crazy. Burrowing through your veins and spreading throughout your entire system. Useless drabble fell from your lips. If you were trying to say something, then you had no clue what. You doubted he was any wiser.Â
âFuck, you feel so good. Feel so fuckinâ good. You were made for this dick,â he moaned.Â
âFill me up, Kevin. Please fill me up,â you begged.Â
Kevinâs strokes increased, pounding into you, ramming inside of you. Your ass slapped on his thighs. His balls slapped against your ass. Kevin gripped your ankles, pushing your legs against your chest and closer together.
He felt even bigger, sliding against your innermost walls and wrecking your shit. You pushed against his chest, tried to scratch at his hands around your ankles. âPlease, baby, please, please,â you moaned.Â
âDoing so good for me baby. Go ahead and let that shit go. I got you. Iâm right here,â he said. He whispered against your skin, leaning against your legs that were leaning against your chest.
He made it slightly harder to breathe, fighting for every rasp and gasp. God, you were feeling incredible. Out of your skin. Like your consciousness mixed into the universe and poured into a galaxy. âIââ You couldnât even get the sentence out before you were cumming once more, eyes rolling back into your head.
âThere it is,â he moaned. âThere it is. Donât that feel better? Donât I take care of you?â He asked.
He stroked once more before stilling, moaning, and spurting hot loads of cum inside of you. He bathed your insides, stuffing you completely with his seed.Â
âOhhhh, ohhh shit.
âOhh shit.Â
âShit.Â
âShit,â Kevin groaned, eyes closed, jaw slackened. He pulled out, wet gurgling following behind, before he slammed in. He repeated the action a few times. You groaned.
God, no more. No more. You didnât have another one in you. You simply didnât. Kevin collapsed on top of you, taking deep breaths and pressing into your skin. He rolled off of you, sliding out. He looked between your legs, pulling your legs apart to watch himself leak out. He hummed in appreciation and then got to his feet and padded away to the bathroom.
He returned with a warm washcloth and gently wiped up between your legs. He closed the cloth and then used the clean side to clean up lingering sweat. Done, he got rid of the cloth and then helped you to your feet.
You were too weak, too fucked out to hold yourself up. Kevin chuckled and swooped you into his arms without a grunt. He deposited you in the bathroom so that you could clean yourself up further. Then, he picked you up and put you on his bed and tucked you under the covers. Â
âYo ass better be in this bed in the morning,â he said. He kissed you on the lips and then joined you in bed. Even though he turned up the heater, you didnât know true warmth under his scorching chest met your frozen back. You moaned and snuggled further into his body.
âA nigga like to cuddle in the morning,â he said. He buried his face in your neck and kissed the back of your ear.
âMhm, yes, sir,â you sleepily mumbled before passing off into dreamland.
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âEchoes of Redemptionâ
Characters: Jay Halstead x Black!Reader.
Summary: After a tumultuous relationship marked by Jay Halstead's absences and affairs, you begin to rebuild your life.
Warnings: A smidge of profanity, a bit of humor, angst, anger, fluff, and a lilâ smutđđ.
Word Count: 5,000+.
A/N: This is my first Halstead fix, but hopefully you lovelies will love itđ©”.
Inspired Byđ©”:
Adam cradled your work bag and purse in one hand, his broad shoulders carrying the weight of your exhaustion. His free hand pressed the down button for the elevator, the soft ping of the mechanism cutting through the silence. You sighed deeply, closing your eyes for a brief moment, letting the weariness wash over you.
âTired?â he asked, concern lacing his voice.
âExhausted. I could sleep for days,â you responded, the fatigue squinting your eyes. A massive yawn escaped your lips as the elevator doors slid open. You leaned against the wall for support, stifling another yawn. âSorry,â you murmured.
âItâs all good. I hope you can get some rest once youâre home,â he said, as his voice comforted your frazzled nerves.
âThanks, Adam. For everything. You've all been so supportive. Even if it's a bit awkward.â
The elevator dinged, and Adam gestured for you to step out first. He spotted a nearby vending machine and asked, âDid you eat today?â
Not waiting for your answer, he walked over to the whirring machine and purchased a bottle of water and a bag of smart popcorn. You sank onto a bench, grateful for the brief respite. Adam returned, popping open the snack and handing you the bag and the beverage. The two of you continued on your journey to the parking lot.
âMaybe this can give you a bit of energy.â
âAdam, you don't have to make such a fuss. You, Kim, Kevin, and Voight have already done enough. I can't believe she made a time chart so everyone can take turns escorting me to these appointments. She even has poor Dante in on it. That baby has his hands full taking care of himself. Bless his heart.â
âAre you kidding me? You're family. Thatâs what you do for loved ones,â he assured you, his eyes steady and sincere.
âIs this not awkward for you guys? Haileyâs your friend too,â you grudgingly admitted.
âYes, but we knew you first. We're not going to abandon years of friendship over drama. We support her just as we do you. Jââ
âAdam, please don't. The thought of him is even more stressful. Thanks for the snack. I can finish this in the car. I'm ready to get home to my comfy bed. It's been a long day.â
You caught a flicker of emotion in Adam's eyes, but he quickly masked it. Clearing his throat, he agreed, âYouâre right. Let's get you home. Kimâs making me and Makâs favorite dinner tonight,â he bragged, trying to lighten the mood.
âYou bring baby girl next time. I miss her cute wittle face,â you demanded.
âYes, maâam.â
The walk to the exit grew quiet and tense. You glanced at Adam out of the corner of your eye.
âYou good?â
âY-yeah. Just thinking about a case,â he lied, his voice unconvincing.
As he opened the door, you started to press about the case. But your words caught in your throat at the sight of a figure standing across the parking lot. Your gaze locked onto the face, shock coursing through you. You spun around, the question about the case forgotten. "Tell me you didn't. What is he doing here?"
Adam scratched the back of his neck, looking apologetic. âSorry, sis. The moment Hailey found out, she said he deserved to know. It was either sheâd tell him, or Kevin and I. Kim was against it all. Voight was neutral.â
âI told you I would tell him on my own time!â
âWhen would that have been? You've been putting it off for three months now,â Adam argued.
âYou don't get it. None of you know the entirety of the situation. I'm not just some home-wrecking whore. If anything, my home was the one that took the damage. You might want to remind Hailey of that, given that she's out here giving an ultimatum based on my life.â
Your gaze fixated on the once-sparkling eyes that had the power to make your heart flutter. Now, those same eyes left your heart in ruins, a painful reminder of what was lost.
âWhy are you here? Shouldn't you be somewhere across an ocean or something?â
Jay walked up slowly like he was approaching a wounded animal. He stood a few inches away from you, hands buried in his pockets, looking down. âI just want to talk,â he begged.
âNow you want to have a conversation? Why, Jay? Why are you here? You made your choice.â
âDid I make my choice?â
âWalkingâsorry, runningâaway was a choice. Was it not?â
His eyes locked with yours as he pleaded, âI know you hate me, but please, just one conversation? I took leave as soon as I found out.â
âAre you supposed to get brownie points for that,â you snapped.
âSweetheartââ
âYou don't get to call me that,â you growled.
Adamâs hand rested on your shoulder, the turmoil between two of his dearest friends cutting deep. It reminded him of the trying times he and Kim had gone through. He held out hope that you two would find some resolve.
âYou know this exchange needs to happen. Maybe you'll find clarity,â Adam said, looking you in the eyes. âI'm sure heâs come to his senses over the past couple of months. Surely he realizes he could have handled the situation better and that he was being stupid.â
"Thanks, Adam. That's incredibly helpful," Jay retorted with a sarcastic edge.
Ruzek shot him a glare. âAs I was saying, this needs to happen. Do me a favor. Let him drive you home. Give him however much time you want to explain himself. Discuss the most important things. Then you can either reconcile or tell him to go to hell.â
Jay threw his hands in the air. Adam cut his eyes to him. âBeing my bro doesn't give you a pass. I'm going to call you on your shit. You know that.â
âReconcile? You must have confused me with Hailey.â
âDamn it, sis.â
âFine,â you snarled, turning to head toward Jay's truck.
âThanks! Love you,â Ruzek shouted as you flipped them both off.
Adam shoved your belongings into Jayâs chest. His voice dropped into a menacing, judgemental tone. âGlad to have you back, brother. Try not to leave things as messed up as you did the last time. When are you going to stop screwing her over and flipping her life upside down? You better make this right.â
âI will make it right with everyone involved.â
âNo, just her. You've got to choose, and it needs to be her.â
âWho says I hadn't already tried to do that?â
âYeah, and then you changed your mind.â
âThat's not what I meant to do. You know what, Ruzek? I know I screwed up. Can we pause this lecture so I can try and rectify my mistakes?â
Adam paused for emphasis. He needed Jay to listen to the advice he was about to give, to let it sink in truly.
"You messed up, Halstead," Adam said, his voice gruff but laced with concern. "But you gotta fight for her. Show her you mean it this time." Jay clenched his jaw, the truth of Adam's words scraping at his already sore conscience.
âI hear you, brother. Truly. Iâve been stupid far too long, and itâs time I get my life in order. I justâneeded to get away. To finish something Iâd run from for far too long. I took that time away to figure out how to stop sabotaging the things and people I love most.
Adam nodded his head before laying into him once more, âI swear to God, Jay Halstead, if you mess this up againâif you don't manage to pull your head out of your assâKevin and I are going to knock you out cold.â
âIt sure is good to be home,â Jay sighed, walking toward the passenger door. He unlocked it and helped you, vertically challenged as you were, into the monstrous truck.
The minute your butt hit the seat, you snatched away from him. He slid into the driver's seat, reaching across to buckle your seatbelt as he had in the past. He jumped back as you slapped his hand away.
âIâve got it. Just drive.â
Half the drive to your apartment was filled with tense silence. Jay couldn't take it any longer. He cleared his throat, attempting to engage in conversation.
âHow have you been? You look as beautiful as ever.â
Your head snapped to the side as if you had been struck. Jay kept his eyes on the road, but he could feel your piercing glare.
âLook, I'm trying not to raise my blood pressure these days. Do me a favor and keep the stupid ass questions to a minimum,â you hissed.
âJesus, Y/N. No matter what I say, itâs going to upset you. I admit itâs well-deserved, but can't we be civil until we at least get to the house?â
âCivil? Are you trying to gaslight me right now? You don't deserve civility. How about we ride in silence? Nothing I say to you is going to be nice, Jay.â
âSilence it is.â
The sight of your driveway eased the tension in Jay's shoulders. He shut off the engine, the rumble fading into the quiet hum of the neighborhood. Stepping out of the dusty truck, his legs ached from hours on the road, but he glided to your passenger door.
"Hey there," he greeted with a hint of breathlessness in his voice. He started to reach out, but you mumbled a quick "thanks" as you slid out and brushed past him, already digging in your purse for your keys.
Jay lingered on the curb briefly, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features before the familiar puppy-dog eyes returned. You rolled your eyes playfully, the sound masking the growing unease in your stomach. "Alright, alright. I'll hear you out," you conceded, finally finding your keys. "But I swear if youâ"
Your playful threat was cut short by the sudden seriousness in Jay's voice. He reached out, his fingers brushing against yours as he placed the keys inside your pants pocket. "I've got it," he murmured, his gaze dropping to the worn metal in his hand. He chewed his lip nervously a stark contrast to his usual confident demeanor.
"Why keep my spare key?" you asked, suspicion evident.
Jay hesitated, his shoulders slumping slightly. When he met your gaze again, his eyes were a storm of hidden emotions. Sadness mingled with something deeper, something you couldn't quite place. "I wasn't planning to leave," he admitted, his voice thick with regret. "Not for good, that is."
You sighed, the energy draining from your body like air from a punctured balloon. The weight of his words settled on you, heavy and unspoken. "Right," you said, your voice flat. "Just unlock the door, Jay. My feet are killing me."
As Jay unlocked the door and pushed it open, you stepped inside and felt a wave of relief wash over you. The familiar comfort of home was opposite the whirlwind of emotions you were feeling. You kicked off your shoes and trudged towards the living room, dropping onto the couch with a heavy sigh. Jay followed, lingering in the doorway as if unsure whether to stand or join you.
You looked up at him, the silence between you charged with unresolved tension. "You can sit, Jay. I won't bite your head off. I'll try not to that is."
He nodded and sat down on the opposite end of the couch, his posture rigid. "Thanks."
For a moment, neither of you spoke, the quiet settling around you like a heavy blanket. Finally, Jay broke the silence. "I know you're angry. You have every right to be. But I need you to know that I never meant for things to get this bad. Before I get into all of that. I have to ask. Itâs a stupid question, and I probably already know the answer. Why didn't you respond to any of my letters? Did you read any of them?â
âNo.â
âNot even the emails or texts?â
âNope,â you responded, emphasizing the letter p.
âIf you had read them. You would've known that I tried to explain myself even if they were selfish reasons. Part of you may have understood why I did what I did.â
âWell, I didn't, Jay. You left without even saying goodbye. You didn't deserve another moment of my time. Be grateful you're getting it now.â You glanced at him, your expression guarded. "Why did you come back, Jay? Really?"
He took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. "Because I found out you're pregnant."
Emotions crashed over you all at once. "So that's it? They tell you I'm pregnant and you come running back?"
"It's not just about the baby," he insisted. "I want to be here for you, for us. I realized that running away was a mistake. I thought I was protecting you, but I was just being a coward. I want to make things right, if you'll let me."
"Make things right?" you echoed, a hint of bitterness in your voice. "You think you can just come back and fix everything with a few words? Every time we've faced an obstacle, you've chosen everything over me. Your career, your fleeting moment of weakness for Hailey, even leaving to return to the army. How do I know this time will be different?"
Memories of your tumultuous past resurfaced. You and Jay had started dating years ago, your connection was instant and intense. Things got serious quickly, but Jay's fear of commitment led him to break things off and pursue a relationship with Erin Lindsay. When Erin left for an FBI job, Jay came running back to you, realizing he'd only gotten involved with her as a means to run from commitment as always.
You took him back, and things got serious again. Only that time his career became increasingly dangerous, and your constant fear for his safety caused a rift. He chose his job over you, and the two of you broke up. That time it hadn't hurt as much. You had no right to force him to choose between a career and the woman he loved. You took it as a sign that perhaps you just needed time apart.
After some time, you started to slowly rebuild your relationship, only for Jay to start having feelings for Hailey Upton. Though you know the responsibility lay mostly in your man. You still felt a way about Hailey deciding to pursue him anyway. She knew the two of you were amid reconciliation. Even with that knowledge, she still initiated the kiss and confession of attraction that confused Jay.
You argued over his feelings for the both of you and eventually, you broke up. Jay pursued things with Hailey, and while at first, it was just hooking up, things eventually got serious. Your weakness for him led to the two of you still sleeping together, but when Hailey discovered the two of you were still involved. Suddenly she wanted a committed relationship, Jay chose her. They got married (out of Jayâs perverse sense of loyalty and obligation to the team), and you tried to move on. But Jay's jealousy and selfish attempts to sabotage your relationships made it clear he was still not over you.
He soon realized he made a mistake getting involved with Hailey. You refused to take him back until he was a single man, and after a quick divorce, Jay struggled with wanting to serve a bigger purpose. It was as if he was in the midst of an early midlife crisis. Just as you two had started to rekindle your romance and rebuild, he up and left to rejoin the army.
As you were trying to pick up the broken pieces of your heart, you discovered the pregnancy. Jay found out from your friends and returned home to explain himself, determined to make things right this time. The touch of his fingers gliding across your cheek brought you back to the present. You tilted back from his touch.
âThat's what you always do, Jay,â you began, your voice trembling with suppressed emotion. âRun and leave me to deal with the fallout of broken promises and heartbreak. At every turn, you've chosen everyone, everything else, over me. Erin. Your job. Marrying Hailey! Not to mention she's not the first wife, but the second. What is it three times a charm? Youâve already knocked me up. Now all you gotta do is marry me and run. Just like you always do. Hell, you chose the military over me, Jay! So tell me, why? Why should I let you back in and risk you breaking this babyâs heart in the future? Why do you always run, Jay?â
His expression softened, his eyes filled with regret as he listened to your words. He reached out, gently cupping your face in his hands. The pads of his thumbs swiped at the tears rolling down your cheeks.
âBecause I was scared, honey,â he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. âScared of messing things up, of not being good enough for you. But I realize now that running away only made things worse, that I canât keep hiding from my mistakes. I want to be here for you, for our child. I want to make things right, to be the man you deserve.â
Jay met your gaze, his resolve hardening. "No more running," he vowed silently. The fear of losing you forever was a terrifying prospect, but it paled in comparison to the regret of never trying at all. He had to face his demons and fight for the future he longed for.
More tears fell as you looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of sincerity. And there, amidst the pain and regret, you saw it â a glimmer of hope, a flicker of determination.
The weight of your history hung in the air as you sat together, the past intertwining with the present. Jay reached out, his hand gently covering yours. âI know Iâve made a lot of mistakes, and Iâve hurt you more than I can ever make up for. But Iâm here now, and Iâm not going anywhere. I want to be a part of your life, and our childâs life, if youâll let me.â
âIâm tired of being hurt, Jay,â you whispered, your voice barely audible. âBut if youâre willing to try, if youâre willing to fight for us, then maybe... just maybe, we can find a way to make this work.â
Jay nodded, his grip on your face tightening ever so slightly. âIâm willing to do whatever it takes, sweetheart. I love you, and Iâll spend the rest of my life proving it to you.â
You looked into his eyes, seeing the pang of regret. âItâs not going to be easy, Jay. We have a lot to work through. But I want to believe that youâve changed, that youâre here for the right reasons.â
âI am,â he said firmly. âI know Iâve chosen wrong in the past, but Iâm choosing you now. Iâm choosing us.â
âOkay,â you said, your voice steady. âLetâs take it one step at a time.â
Jay nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. âOne step at a time.â
As you sat together, the first glimmers of hope began to shine through the darkness. It was a long road ahead, but with determination and love, you knew you could face whatever challenges came your way, together.
But there was something Jay had kept from you, something he had been working on while he was away. As you looked into his eyes, you saw a hint of hesitation, a flicker of uncertainty.
âThereâs something else I need to tell you,â he began, his voice hesitant. âWhile I was deployed, I... I started talking to a therapist.â
Your eyebrows furrowed in surprise, a million questions flooding your mind. âA therapist? Did something happen while you were away? Are you okay,â you rambled as your mind raced with a thousand different scenarios.
Jay took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. âHoney. Honey, relax. I'm not hurt. I realized that I needed help and that I couldnât keep running from my problems. I needed to confront my past, to understand why I kept making the same mistakes over and over again.â
âAnd did it help?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded, a sense of relief washing over him. âYeah, it did. I learned a lot about myself, about the things that drove me to make those mistakes. And I made a promise to myself â and you â that I would come back a better man, that I would do whatever it takes to make things right. I'm going to continue my journey with therapy. After all the pain I've caused. I think it wouldn't hurt to do couples counseling. Only if that's something you're interested in pursuing.â
Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him, a mixture of relief and gratitude flooding your heart. âI'd like that. Thank you,â you whispered, the words barely audible.
Jay reached out, gently wiping away your tears. âIâm sorry for everything Iâve put you through. But Iâm here now, and Iâm not going anywhere. I love you and Iâll do whatever it takes to make things right.â
You leaned into his touch, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. The weight of the past slowly began to lift, replaced by a sense of hope for the future. It wouldnât be easy, you knew, but with determination and love, you were ready to face whatever challenges came your way, together.
Things grew quiet as the two of you looked longingly at one another. The faintest gasp slipped and you whispered, âJay, you can't look at me like that.â
His voice low and husky, he responded, âHow am I looking at you, sweetheart? I haven't seen or held you in quite some time. Admittedly, I'm the one to blame for that, but there isn't any other way I could look at you right now.â
âPlease,â you begged. âDamn it, Jay. Look at me like I disgust you. Just, anything but the way you're staring at me now.â
âYou want me to look at you with disgust,â he questioned, already shaking his head no. âThat's not possible, honey.â
âListen to me, Jay Halstead. I'm very pregnant and hormonal right now. I need you to be the bigger person and say that what I'm thinking is a bad idea. You need to be strong for both of us. Go home, Jay. If you donât, we may give in to temptation. Why did you have to wear that damn uniform?â
He gave you a megawatt smile, slightly nibbling at his lips as if he was embarrassed by your compliment.
âWhy, Mr. Halstead, are you blushing,â you questioningly teased.
N-No,â he spluttered.
A brief silence was followed by laughter. Once it ceased, Jay spoke in a soft, warm voice, âTo answer your question. This is home, sweetheart. It is in my heart.â
And then, in a moment of weakness, as the pregnancy hormones surged through your body and desire flared between you, you found yourselves giving in to the longing that had been simmering beneath the surface. In each otherâs arms, you found solace, comfort, and a renewed sense of hope for the future.
Jay didn't want to ruin things, but if something were to happen. He'd not only need consent and for you to set things in motion. He'd been given a chance to make things right. Jay wouldn't risk it all by making you believe this was the only reason he had come to talk.
âDonât make me regret this, Jay.â
Before he could answer, you surged onto his lap, kissing him with all the pent-up passion you could muster. You both sighed and moaned as your lips met. Pulling away briefly, you pressed yourself into him. "There's no time for foreplay," you murmured.
Jay groaned as his eyes snapped closed. He grabbed hold of your waist, anchoring you to his lap. Slowly, his eyes peeled open. They were filled with hunger and uncertainty. âAre you sure, honey? I'd understand if you wanted to wait.â
Your hand trailed up his back, sending shivers down his spine as it glided sensuously up his neck and into his hair. Your fingers tangled gently in his light brown locks, tugging playfully. Your other hand encircled his throat in a delicate caress, âThat depends. How badly do you miss me riding your thick, veiny, co-.â
Jay's growl silenced you abruptly, shattering his composure.âEver the little tempting brat. Aren't you, sweet girl?â
In a feverish rush, you tore at each other's clothes. Pushing Jay onto the sofa, you straddled him, reclaiming your dominance. You descended slowly, savoring the sensation. Your pants joined his symphony of groans as you moved your hips. Alternating between rocking and moving in a circular motion. Pleasure washed over you both, leaving Jay breathless.
âF-fuck. Baby, if you squeeze me any tighter, this wonât last long.â
Being the petty brat you are. You allowed your muscles to contract around him again. Jay couldn't help but shake his head from side to side and chuckle. His eyes found yours, turning dark as they simmered with heat. Jayâs hand collided with your soft, ample, flesh. He reveled in the half moan, half whine it pulled from your lips.
His hands pawed at your hips possessively forcing you up to his tip before quickly pulling you back down. You both cried out and you begged him to do it again. Jay repeated the motion as he freed one hand to toy and pinch at your bundle of nerves. With every pinch and circle of his fingers, you climbed higher. The closer you came to falling over the edge the more your walls gripped his flesh.
âLet go for me, sweetheart. Can you do that for me, sweet girl? Hmm? Yes, you can. Can't you, baby? Come for me, sweetheart. Soak me and this damn couch just like I know you can.â
Jay slammed you down one final time locking you into place as he circled your nub. Your face buried into his neck as violent shakes paired with sobs. You ground against his lap riding out the orgasm. Jay held you close as he left kisses against the side of your head. He talked you down from an intense orgasm. âYouâre okay, honey. You're okay. You did so good for me.â
He tensed hearing sniffles muffle into the side of his neck. âBaby? Are you okay?â
âPromise you won't leave me again, Jay.â
He lifted your head, his eyes filled with reassurance. âI promise, baby. Never again. Okay?â
You nodded in agreement as he wiped your face. He stole a quick kiss before pulling you back against him to cuddle again.
âJay,â your question muffled against his neck again.
âYes, baby-.â
His response caught in his throat as you clamped down on him once more. Your lips trailed from the side of his neck up to his ear. You playfully bit his ear and moaned, âYou didnât get to come.â
âKeep doing that and it won't take long, sweetheart,â he groaned.
The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room as you stirred in Jay's embrace. The events of the previous night played like a dream in your mind, a mixture of vulnerability, longing, and desire. You glanced at Jay, still sleeping peacefully beside you, and couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you.
As you lay there, basking in the afterglow of your shared moment of weakness, you couldn't shake the feeling of hope that filled your heart. Despite the challenges and uncertainties that lay ahead, you knew that you and Jay would face them together, united in love and determination.
With a soft smile, you pressed a gentle kiss to Jay's lips, feeling a surge of warmth and affection between you. The kiss pulled Jay from his slumber. Blinking a few times to clear the sleep from his vision, he rubbed at your small but noticeable bump.
âOh, I see put me back to sleep so you can nap some more,â you teased. âFine by me, Halstead.â Jay smirked and continued rubbing in circular motions. Just as you were about to drift off to sleep, there was a loud knock on the door, causing you both to jump.
Jay chuckled, planting a kiss on your forehead before pulling away. "I'll go see who it is."
As he made his way to the door, you heard familiar voices on the other side. "Come on, man. We gotta make sure Jay's still in one piece," Adam's voice rang out.
"Yeah, and see if they've reconciled yet," Kevin chimed in.
With a grin, Jay swung open the door to reveal Adam and Kevin standing on the doorstep, wearing matching grins and teasing expressions.
"Hey there, lovebirds. Just making sure Jay survived the night," Adam quipped.
Jay rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of amusement in his expression. "Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the concern, guys."
Kevin nudged Adam with a smirk. "Did yâall kiss and make up, or do we need to start planning your escape route? Blink twice if you need help bro."
You couldn't help but laugh at their antics, shaking your head in mock exasperation. "We're working on it, okay? Now, if you don't mind, we were kind of in the middle of something."
Adam and Kevin exchanged a knowing look before raising their hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. We'll leave you two lovebirds to it. But just remember, we're always here if you need a referee," Adam teased, earning a playful swat from Jay. Kim told me to say she expects a full run down over lunch tomorrow. She kept saying she wanted all the tea. What does that even mean?â
Kevin shook his head in disappointment. âCome on big dog. I'll have to teach you some new lingo on the way back to the precinct. Jay? Voight said you always have a job where he's concerned. Before you decline. Hailey is joining the FBI,â he finished with a wink toward you.
As they turned to leave, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the friends who always knew how to lighten the mood, even in the most awkward situations. As you snuggled back into Jay's arms, you felt a surge of passion coursing through your veins, igniting a fire that had been smoldering between you since the moment you first met.
With a mischievous glint in his eye, Jay turned to you, his gaze filled with desire. "Well, that was unexpected," he whispered, his voice husky with longing.
You couldn't help but smile at the intensity of his gaze, feeling a rush of heat spreading through your body at the thought of being so close to him again. "Unexpected, but not unwelcome," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
As Jay leaned in to capture your lips in a searing kiss, you melted into his embrace, the passion between you igniting like wildfire. In that moment, all the doubts and uncertainties melted away, leaving only the burning desire that had brought you back together.
âIâm insatiable, sorry.â
âNo need to apologize. That makes two of us, sweetheart,â he responded, brushing curls from your face. His heart warmed that he was able to hold you this way. Jay had missed the feel of your skin and moving the hair from your vision. âYou might want to put your bonnet on this time. I donât want to get in trouble for ruining your hair, love.â
âSmart man, Mr. Halstead,â you giggled, leaving feathery kisses along his jaw.
And as the passion between you intensified, you couldn't help but joke, "Maybe it's just the pregnancy hormones," eliciting a laugh from both Jay and yourself, knowing that the truth was far deeper than a mere hormonal surge.
How yâall feeling about this one? I hope I did Mr. Halstead justice. Be sure to comment and reblog loveliesđ©”.
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Maybe We Could Do It Again
Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader
Word count: 4,632
Warnings: bickering and fluff.
Summary: Jay meets the Reader as theyâre both babysitting Makayla for Adam and Kim and they end up tangled up on the ground and kissing.
Disclaimer: I donât own any of the One Chicago shows, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way, or know anyone involved with it.
A/N: Okay, so this is one of the longest fics Iâve written, which might be a little too long but I hope you guys like it and feel free to send feedback! By the way, this is the first time I insert Burzek in one of my fics but I think I got their energy right ;)
(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)
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âOh my God, Adam! I canât believe that even when youâre not supposed to do something you get it wrong!â Kim yelled at her boyfriend.
âWhat the hell-â He even tried to respond but got immediately interrupted for his bad language.
âAdam!â She hissed again, not believing how he could still curse so much now that the two of them had a child in the house.
âSorry, sorry!â He said, nervously raising his hands, as Kim already peeked through the kitchen doors to see Jay and Makayla pretend like they hadnât been listening to every word of their conversation in the living room. âItâs just⊠I remember you specifically telling me to find someone to babysit the kid, so I did it! How is it possible that Iâm the one who-â
âYes! I did ask you two to do that! On Monday! And do you remember what you told me?â He didnât dare to say anything. âOh, no? Because I do! I remember you saying, and I quote:â she said, even making finger quotes to emphasize the whole thing, ââWhere the hell am I supposed to find a babysitter for Makayla? None of my friends have any experience with kids!ââ Kim shoved it in his face, making a very good point for herself. But, as usual, Adam decided to go against any sign of good judgment and continue to defend himself. He knew he could never let Kim in on it, but Jay himself was one of those who had already heard the officer saying how much he loved bickering with his girlfriend and getting her all fired up against him.
âNo, uh! That wonât cut it! You told me, and I quote: âThen hire someone! I donât know! But youâre the one who came up with the date night idea, so donât come and throw something that should be your responsibility on my shoulders!â, so I knew that I needed to find someone! Kev and Vanessa are visiting his siblings this weekend, so I thought: why not Jay? Heâs good with kids, and he offered to help us with Makayla!â Adam concluded, absolutely proud of himself while Kim just rolled her eyes.
âOh. My. God!!! You do know he didnât mean that literally, donât you?â She was already fuming by that point.
âErr-â He had to admit that heâd never stopped to think about that possibilityâŠ
âNo one means that literally!!â She shouted, this time, making even the neighbors hear their arguing. âNo one means that literally, and, now, youâre just making us both look like the cops who canât take care of their own kid in front of the entire unit.â She stated, in a lower, tone while pinching the bridge of her nose.
âBut this is not the entire unit! This is Jay! Our friend Jay, who had offered!â Adam stood by that argument and Kim had already opened her mouth to shoot a remark back when Jay came into the kitchen.
âMakaylaâs distracted with the tv.â He started with that so that they wouldnât be worried. âUh... Guys, Kim, you donât have to worry about me telling anyone about this, okay? I wonât. Besides, I did mean what I said before. Iâm here to help. Whatever you guys need. Plus, for someone who had plans of watching a game rerun alone at home on a Friday night, babysitting that cute little girl is almost like hitting a jackpot!â Jay assured, giving them a small smile and shiny eyes headed towards Makaylaâs direction. Babysitting a kid, when he was probably never gonna have one of his own, was one of the things that he, personally, missed the most about when Will and Natalie were together. Back when Lindsay lived in Chicago, he used to be sure that, someday, he was gonna find someone. Settle down. Build a family. But, now⊠After everything that had happened, he couldnât help but feel like his time to do all that had run out. So, instead of mooning over it, he could gladly babysit Makayla.
âWell, um, thank you, Jay,â Kim started, nervously tucking a string of hair behind her ear, âthatâs really nice to hear. And we very much appreciate it. But-â She didnât get a chance to finish as the doorbell rang and Adam rushed towards the apartmentâs entrance to prevent his very excited little girl from opening the door by herself. When he got there, followed by the other two adults, Makayla was already standing on her tiptoes, hand-in-handle.
âHey! Watcha doing, you little adventurous?!â Adam asked while picking her up from the floor and tickling her sides, which made her become a giggling mess. âYou canât just open the door like that, darlinâ! You gotta check on the peephole first,â he said, as he lifted her up enough so that she could look through the hole, âlike this. See someone?â
âYes! Itâs (y/n/n)!â She squealed out. âCan we open the door now? Please, Adam?â Makayla asked, shooting him pleading eyes, while her body buzzed with happiness.
âAh, (y/n/n), right,â Adam said simply, opening the door and fearing that Kim would want to restart the whole discussion with him.
âHey, princess!â And that simple greeting was all it took for Makayla to throw herself from Adamâs arms straight to yours. âWow,â you laughed at her sudden movement, which had caused you to lose your balance a little, âyou excited to see me?â
âYes!! Did you bring the bakings???â She asked you eagerly, bakings being what she called your cooking utensils.
âNo, not today!â Your answer made her face, almost immediately, turn into a sad frown. âBut I brought this!â You told her while lifting up a box that read âkaraoke setâ, above a few drawings of a microphone and musical notes. Seeing that, Makaylaâs saddened expression shifted in two seconds, eyes lighting up.
âLook, Kim!â The little girl shrieked, more than ready to have what she already knew was about to be the time of her life.
âYeah, I see that! Seems like you girls are gonna have a blastâŠâ Your friend weirdly trailed off, as her mind tried to find a quick solution to the mess her boyfriend had made.
âUhâŠâ Was all that a very handsome man you hadnât met yet managed to let out.
âJay, um, this is my best friend (y/n). (y/n/n), this is our friend from work Jay. Iâm sorry about the mess, guys, itâs Adamâs fault.â Kim spoke again, bluntly accusing her boyfriend.
âMy fault??? Are you kidding??? You told me to find someone to watch Makayla 'cause you didnât want us to keep bothering (y/n)!â
âGuys! Itâs no bother at all, really. Hanging out with this little princess is in my best interest, believe me!â You said, quickly defending your case.
âWell, thanks for saying that, (y/n/n). What happened here is that Adam told me he wouldnât be able to get anyone,â Kim started while shooting daggers into her boyfriend with her bare eyes. âSo, since I wasnât about to just wait for a miracle, I called and asked you to do it. But someone didnât think about telling me that he had already gotten Jay to come. And now youâre both here, ugh!â She finished, rather dramatically, while pointing a finger at Adam.
That was, seriously, the best couple you knew when it came to bickering.
âOkay, so, um, itâs not gonna be any trouble. I can leave since your colleague got here first and you donât need to be stressed on your date night, friend.â You tried to bring things to a peaceful ending before Kim turned it into a murder scene.
âOh, I do need to be stressed! I need to-â She started to debate but got cut off by Makaylaâs cute pleading voice:
âBut you canât leave, (y/n/n)! Weâre gonna play karaoke!â The little girl clearly had already gotten worked up by your idea for the night.
âMakayla, baby, please donât be difficult. You hang out with (y/n/n) all the time, and uncle Jay is already hereâŠâ You watched as Adam tried to reason with his daughter while she held you really tight.
âNo, uhâŠâ Their friend started to say. Was it too weird for you to be thinking about how incredibly cute he looked when scratching the back of his neck like that? âRelax, man, I can go. I bet that youâre gonna have a lot more fun with her than with me, anyways, Mak.â He completed, talking to your little friend with a sweet smile, to which she reacted with a confused frown.
âBut- but why does Jay have to leave? Canât he play karaoke with us, (y/n/n)?â Makayla asked you poutingly.
âNow thatâs something Iâd like to see!â Adam started to mock but stopped when Kim punched him in the arm. âOuch! That hurt, you know?â
âI know! That was exactly the result I was hoping for!â She squealed out sarcastically, âMakayla, honey, you canât just ask both (y/n/n) and Jay to play karaoke, of all things, with you.â It was lovely to watch Kim interacting so patiently with her kid but the young girl still didnât seem to understand.
âBut why???â
âWell, they donât know each other, Makayla.â Kim tried again but Mak still wasnât ready to give it up.
âBut they know me!âÂ
âGood luck explaining now, ma.â As soon as the words came out of his mouth, all of you đ Adam himself included đ knew what was coming, fortunately, Kim just punched him in the arm again.
âYou know, guys, you donât need to fight over something like this, okay? Uh⊠Since heâs your coworker, Iâm gonna assume that heâs one of the good guys, therefore I wouldnât really have a problem with hanging out with himâŠâ You said because you were never one to say no to little kids. âI mean if thatâs okay with you, too, officerâŠâ
âItâs detective, actually. But you can call me Jay, uh, (y/n), right?â
âYeah, thatâs right.â
âWell, I donât have any problems with hanging out with you either,â Jay said and, Jesus, was that really his smile? âI mean, Mak should get all the babysitters she wants!â He told her with a wink. It was official. You were so done for the night.
âHa!â Kim nervously let out a laugh, âletâs go easy there, cowboy! You canât just come into my house offering the kid everything she wants.â
âOkay, okay,â the detective started to say with a gesture of surrender while the couple started to get out of the house to give you the space to properly go in. âSorry âbout that, ma!â You could have sworn that you saw him tremble đ just a little đ under the deadly gaze your friend sent his way. Adam, who seemed to be off the hook for the first time that night, took the moment to laugh and hope that his girl would forget she had been so mad at him.
âCâmon, darling. Letâs get going before we decide it isnât very safe to leave Mak with those two.â
"Yeah⊠I'm already deciding that but maybe they'll prove us wrong." Kim said, voice absolutely faithless. "You behave, Makayla!"
"It's more than obvious that she's going to be the best tonight. Get outta here already!" You heard Jay yelling a little in response to her, as you and Makayla started to get the karaoke set up.
But you, being the lucky person you were, obviously couldn't find your way around your friend's old stuff.
"Uh, you need any help there?"
âNo! No, not all! Um, I got this!â You quickly responded because you could be pretty skeptical when it came to admitting your weaknesses and, from your point of view, not getting a simple karaoke set to work was a huge one.
âAlright, thenâŠâ
âAre you sure you donât want Jay to help, (y/n/n)?â Mak asked, sounding way more reasonable than you, the actual adult there.
âUm, err, I guess maybe I could use some help⊠Itâs just that this TV setup is quite different from mineâŠâ You said, still unwilling to let how confused you were really show.
âYeah, I can help!â you heard Jay as he left his spot in the corner of the room. âI was just ordering us pizza but I can totally help out 'cause Adam and I actually shopped for these TVs together, so I have the same one!â He said, this time, already gently getting the device from your hands before you could even react, which was probably him sensing that you wouldnât give it up so easily, like he could see right through you.
âOkay, well, since you already ordered the pizza, Iâll go make us some juice.â As you said that you got both of your companions making weird faces at you, so you amended: âOr not, because you already ordered soda too⊠Just keep in mind that if Kim gets mad because of all the junk food that kid is eating, Iâm telling on you, detective!â You said, making a point to stare right into his eyes đ God, they were so beautiful, was there nothing but beauty in this manâs body?
âOkay, so I think weâre all good here with the karaoke! Who wants to go first?â Hearing that you came of your very dangerous thoughts and Makayla jumped up and down, screaming:
âMe! Me! Me!â
âAlright, little lady, then come pick a song!â Jay told her and stood by to help her with her choice.
About three hours later all three of you had already sung your hearts out đ Jay having had gone for ABBA, which surprised you and Mak, to say the least đ eaten lots of pizza, drunk lots of soda and had begun watching a movie, cause you told Jay that that always did the trick when it came to Mak falling asleep. But, God, it was hard to pay attention to the movie you were supposed to be watching when sitting next to a guy like that. And he wasnât just really handsome. He was sweet and kind and funny. Also, he was so good with Makayla. It was like everything youâd always imagined the perfect man being like was right there, reunited in the detectiveâs goof self. But you couldn't be thinking those thoughts about him. Not when he was so close. And definitely not when your best friend's daughter was lying on both of your laps.
So, in order to calm your thoughts for a minute, you gently put Makaylaâs head on a cushion as you got up đ because she was already asleep đ, and said Iâm gonna get started on cleaning over there.â It was indeed necessary since Mak had dropped all of the content of a big ice cream container near the dining table, the ice cream being very sticky and sort of liquid đ which was obviously beyond your understanding but who were you to judge Kim and her preferences?Â
"Oh God, lemme help you!" You heard Jay saying, as he quickly made his way from the corridor over to where you were cleaning the floor, by the dining table.
"Ah, there's no need for it. I'm used to spending time with Mak, and, then, cleaning up before Kim sees it." You told him with a sly smile.
"Ha! Well, I don't doubt it! You're really good with her."
"And she's really good at making giant messes."
"Right." He said, chuckling lightly. "But, this time, I bet you felt like there were two kids, huh?"
"Your words, not mine, detective."
"Anyways, I'll help. Don't tell Kim and Adam, cause they might spread it across the district, but I'm actually pretty good at cleaning. Especially, when compared to someone who's doing such a lousy job." At that, you instantly snapped your head in his direction.
"What did you just say?" You asked, pretending to be mad while standing up and raising your sponge, as if it was a weapon you were threatening him with.
"Uh⊠Uh, d- did you know that pulling a weapon on a cop is a crime?" He asked, trying to play along, but stuttering a little.
"And what are you gonna do?" Now that Makayla was asleep⊠"Huh? Arrest me?" Jesus Christ, you definitely weren't thinking straight, you thought as you watched Jay drop his mop, also spilling all the soapy water on the floor. He even motioned to take care of it but stopped when he realized that you were, now, standing closer. Closer than it was safe for him to be near a woman like you. So he decided to take a step backward, not remembering the floor situation and slipping. As a reflex, you grabbed his shirt when you were obviously not gonna be able to prevent him from falling.
So, you ended up falling with him. On top of him. Oh God, was that living room always so hot? Your thoughts were cut off by Jay's laugh, it was an open-mouthed laugh, just like when you two were interacting with Makayla. He didn't seem to be the kind of guy who got to laugh too much, especially given his job. But it definitely suited his features. His smile, that bright, was so beautiful.
"So you're seriously not even gonna try and get up? Just gonna stay there staring?" Hearing that, you blushed instantly, because you hadn't even realized you were staring.
"Ah, uh⊠Right." Now, that was your turn to stutter, and Jay was loving every second of it. He thought you looked absolutely adorable like that. Even more so than you had looked all night.
But you weren't feeling adorable at all. You were embarrassed. By the situation at hand, sure, but, also, by your entire behavior that had, pretty much, gotten the two of you in that position. What was going through your head? The answer was simple: nothing. Or, better yet, Jay's gorgeous face, body, and behavior. Just, Jay being gorgeous all night. Now, what really made you wanna dig a hole and jump right into it was when you tried to get up but the floor was so slippery that you just fell back on him.
Needless to say, he was having a playfield. Laughing like there was no tomorrow. In fact, he had relaxed completely under you, laying his head on the soaked floor.
"You know what? This is pretty comfortable. I think I'll stay right here." It was official: you had no self-shame.
"Are you serious?" He asked, trying hard to hold back from laughing.
"Look, I don't know what else to do, okay? And my brain is clearly affected by your little charm, because I just keep mortifying myself over and over-"
"So you think I'm charming, huh?" Damn it. A thousand times damn it.
"Uh⊠That's not exactly what I-" You couldn't finish your sentence, as Jay started pulling you even closer to him. Kissing you. Oh boy, how he kissed youâŠ
"Oh. My. God." Both you and Jay jumped away from each other, as much as you could, the second you heard Kim say that, her being followed suit by Adam:
"What the hell is that?!?" He half-asked, half-barked at the both of you, trying hard to not burst into laughter.
"Uh, it's, um, it's not what you're thinking, guys-"
"It's not what I'm thinking?!?" Yeah⊠It was safe to say that Kim was pissed. "Are you sure it isn't? Because the image actually seemed pretty self-explanatory to me!" As the both of you just kept working out a way to get up from the floor, she continued: "I come back home thinking that everything was gonna be perfect because my daughter had two adults babysitting her! People that I thought were quite responsible but, then, I come home to find those very adults making out on the floor in my living room! My very dirty living room! And, by the way, where the hell is Makayla?"
"She, um, she's in her bedroom. Asleep." Jay finally spoke. "And, about the mess⊠We were just, uhâŠ"
"Yeah, man, we saw what you were just doing," Adam said, looking like he was having the time of his life.
"No! That's not what he was gonna say-"
"Ah, so the two of you got along so well that now you even know what he was going to say, (y/n)?" Kim said, while glaring at you.
"All I meant was that, well, the place got a little dirtyâŠ" Jay started to explain but not fast enough.
"A little???" Kim was really, really mad, you realized.
"But dinner was great!" At that, both you and Kim just stared at him incredulously while Adam started laughing on his way to the kitchen.
"That's what you were going to say???" You ask him, not believing you'd just tried to defend him for some joke. "Kim, I'm sorry things ended up this unfruitfulâŠ" You began to tell your best friend, to try and patch things up, when Adam chipped in from the other room.
"You know, darling, Jay wasn't wrong! This pizza is great!" He barked, mouth full. And that's what got Kim to go over the edge.
"Don't you realize what just happened here, Adam??? And, you two! I still haven't heard an explanation on what the hell I just saw!"
"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry! We were cleaning up and then it just-"
"It just what, (y/n)??? It just happened? That what you were gonna say?"
"As a matter of fact, yes, it is! It just happened because you and your boyfriend made me babysit with this ridiculously hot guy and I'm human! Now, before you have another crisis, Makayla didn't see anything and I'm leaving because I just humiliated myself more than enough for a lifetime!" With that said, and your flight or flee instinct activated â cause you were never much of a fighter â, you did the smartest thing possible and stormed out of there, hoping to be able to get into some sort of protection program for embarrassment victims.
Meanwhile, Adam and Kim simply had to laugh, even more so when they noticed Jay's shocked twinkling expression.
"Jay! What is wrong with you?" Kim asked, taking him out of his daze.
"What?"
"Go after her! If I hadn't been so upset about the circumstances, I would've been the first one to say that what happened over there?" She asked, pointing to the floor. "What happened there was hot." The officer finished her trail of thought bluntly, as if it was the most obvious thing.
"But⊠What about your living room?" Jay asked, still unsure of what to do.
"Are you kidding me? Look, Halstead, if you promise not to break her heart⊠I won't hold it against you." Kim stated, making her stance on the whole matter very clear. She thought it was a good way to start apologizing to you after freaking out like that.
"Uh, uh, alright!" The detective rambled, looking like he had no idea of what to do next.
âGo!â With that last push, he left his friendsâ house to go try and get the girl.
âYou know, this is quite a mess but they do have the potential to be a great couple!â Adam happily pointed out, as he kept eating all he could find.
âHa! If sheâs as lucky as I amâŠâ Kim ironically muttered, as she watched her boyfriend impolitely shoving food in his mouth.
âThen sheâs a very lucky lady!â He confidently stated with a grin while all Kim could do was laugh at his messy childish ways.
Outside burzek's apartment â burzek being the ship name you used to tease Kim and Adam with â, you had been slowly walking towards the subway. You wanted to move faster but your mind was too full at the moment. And, sometimes, when you needed to get your head back on straight, you couldn't really do anything else, having a hard time concentrating on your flow of thoughts.
It was right when you were beginning to think you had stopped the spirals in your mind that you heard him: "(y/n)!" You recognized the detective's voice on the spot. How could you not, after how he had managed to disrupt your thoughts and actions all evening? But you weren't about to turn back around and have your very own movie ending with him. You just knew it wasn't gonna play out like that and decided to keep walking in order to preserve the little dignity you still had. "Oh, c'mon! Just give me a minute! Please!" That pleading made you turn around, to let him down more politely, which ended up with the two of you almost hitting each other. Once again, that same night, he was too close to you. The proximity with his body sending all sorts of heatwaves through yours. He seemed to be feeling it too, given the way he started to look at you, the damn smirk back on his lips.
"Nu-uh. You don't get to look at me like that. Not after what it did to me the first time."
"Huh. Care to elaborate on that? How exactly am I looking at you?" He asked, moving even closer to you altogether. "And, more importantly, what exactly did it do to you?"
"You don't need me to answer any of that." You pointed out, crossing your arms over your chest â clearly going into defensive mode.
"Maybe not," he started, tilting his head slightly â the damn smirks never leaving his face. "But. I'd like to hear it nevertheless."
"Well, you're not going to."
"Ah, okay." Wait, was he really giving up that easily? "Then maybe I can just try and see what it does to you one more time? For the sake of curiosity." All you could think to say was an enthusiastic 'Yes, please!' but, when he started leaning in to kiss you, you seemed to come back to your senses, pushing him away and taking some steps back of your own.
"Oh my God! Don't you get it? We can't be doing this right now. Not after the way I left things with Kim because of our previous, um, actions!" At that, Jay just gave you a confused look. "I stormed out of there but just because I was feeling too ashamed about it all and I honestly donât think that I want any more embarrassment for a lifetime.
âOkay, okay. I get that but maybe it would feel less embarrassing for you if you knew that I was feeling all of that too: all of that buzzing energy and the goddamn butterflies and everything. You were doing exactly the same I did to you to me. And, as embarrassing as it was to be caught like that by Adam and Kim, I still canât say I regret any of it. In fact, I was thinking that maybe we could do it again? You know, minus all the mess and the kid đ I mean, I adore Mak but that would be-âÂ
You didnât care to listen to the rest of all he had to say. Instead, you threw yourself into his arms, even making him lose his balance for a second, and started kissing him, except that this time it was a slow, hot, and thought-through kiss. And the second you did kiss him, you heard clapping and whistling from afar, as you turned to find Kim and Adam there, once again witnessing you and Jay kiss. And that had Jay whispering to you:
âLetâs get out of here?â To which you responded simply with a:
âYes, please!â
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