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dandelionfairyyy · 1 year ago

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Messy G. G.

Summary: just two lost souls finally finding peace in each others company

Pairing: Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz x fem!reader

Wordcount: 7,193 (I’m sorry 😭)

Triggerwaning: 16+ because of slight mention of: blood, torture, GSWs, panic attacks, use of drugs, underweight, mental struggle, trauma and death as well as explicit described sexual acts and possible incorrect description of certain things/feelings and possible writing mistakes

A/N: this piece turned out longer than I expected but I hope you still like it. And as a disclaimer or something: just to make it clear, I didn’t experienced any of this so I apologize for incorrect descriptions.

Red-stained water flows from your hands as you look at yourself in the mirror. Your face bears more stains and you have to close your eyes for a moment and breathe deeply to push back the memory as you continue to wash the red from your skin.

It's like dejà vu. Every time you clean up after painting, you feel transported back to the night three months ago.

There was red everywhere, as if one of your colours had tipped over, but your Ma had been clear when she had forbidden you to paint in the living room. And you had kept to it.

Your gaze wandered through the room of chaos and your breath was taken away when you spotted someone.

"Dad!"

You go down on your knees in front of him, pressing your hands on the gunshot wound in his chest from which blood was still running. Tears now ran down your cheeks as you remembered your mum and siblings.

"Where's Ma? And Olivia? And Wesley? Dad!"

Your dad made a strained groan and mumbled something. You moved your ear closer to his mouth and heard, "They took her... They wanted... Documents... Ma doesn't know anything about it... Bank... 273B..." You couldn't make sense of it, to you it all sounded like the confused ramblings of a dying man, but soon you realised that he was actually serious.

Agitated, you wash the red colour and salty tears from your cheeks. Your hands clench around the ceramics of your sink in an attempt to push back the panic attack.

They cannot hurt you. They cannot hurt you.

They know nothing about you...

With shaky hands, you open the small medicine compartment next to the mirror.

Shit!

You had smoked the last one the day before yesterday... frustrated, you slam the door again and grab your fanny pack with your money before heading to your new friend Johnny. The shivering slowly subsides. The cold winter air seems to help.

"Hey Sugar," he greets you with his typical flirty smirk.

"Quit it. I'm not in the mood. I need another five...'

Johnny looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "When we met you didn't want to know anything about the drugs and now you're one of my most loyal customers? What the hell happened to you?"

"Let's not talk about it," you suggest and take a few dollar notes out of your pocket.

Johnny presses the little bag into your hand and takes the money from you. "Hey, if you ever need something stronger, let me know."

"Don't give me any ideas."

Johnny playfully raises his hands defensively. "Just an offer." He looks at you again with concern. You've known each other for a few years now, travelled in the same circles and he's taken you to his heart. But you've only really had closer contact since the incident. That's why he was worried about you now. You hadn't told him what happened, you'd just asked him three months ago for something to quiet the mind and let you sleep. "Sugar, there's a party at one of my boys' on Friday night. Do you want to come?"

"I'll think about it." With those words, you turn around and make your way back to your little flat. Your flat... It belonged to your parents. It was bought as an investment at the time. Along with two others. For you and your siblings, should you want to move out. Now you have three flats and a house, as well as a flourishing family business worth millions, and you don't know what to do with it. And that's just what you know.

When you check the letterbox, there is another letter from your family's lawyer. You know what it says. That you should accept or reject the inheritance listed. That you have to take care of so many things you never wanted to worry about...

Closing the flat door with one foot, you make your way to the couch.

It doesn't take long and you have your "medicine" in stock again and you reach for the lighter on the small table.

The herbal taste spreads through your mouth after the first hit. After the third, you finally start to feel the marijuana. The comforting blanket wraps around your thoughts and they finally quiet down. The traumatic images from three months ago blur into a simple mist in your mind and you breathe a sigh of relief.

Knowing that hunger will soon set in, you make your way to the kitchen with the joint between your lips and take a look in the fridge.

Margarita, your parents' housekeeper, who is now looking after you, has put something in the fridge for you. Reading the little message lying next to it, you start to heat it up in the pan.

Because I know you won't cook anything anyway, I took the liberty of preparing something for you. You really should eat more, child.

You smirk.

Margarita has been working for your family for more than twenty years, taking care of the household and you and your siblings as children. Now there is only you left for her to take care of. You take another drag and these thoughts also fall completely silent.

Instead, you focus on the food.

Margarita's food was always incredible, but with the effect of the marijuana it is even better. Smiling contentedly, you eat in complete silence before fatigue sets in soon after.

Yawning, you plod barefoot from the kitchen back to the couch.

Next to the pillow lies the little sheep that you have had as a cuddly toy since birth. If someone asked you, you would deny that you still sleep with a cuddly toy, but since what happened three months ago, the little sheep has given you comfort when no one else could.

You lovingly hug the fluffy thing to you and finally close your eyes to fall asleep shortly afterwards.

Your flat actually consists of three rooms. A bedroom, a study and a living room.

But two of the three rooms are empty. The walls are bare and there is not a single piece of furniture in them. Only in the living room is a couch where you sleep and a table next to it. Otherwise, the boxes that Margarita packed for you from the house are standing around. You haven't even opened most of them. Everything in them reminds you of something that is no longer there.

Friday morning you finally stand in front of the mirror and look at yourself. You have lost a lot of weight after the incident, but thanks to Margarita, who forced you to eat more in the beginning, your clothes start to fit again.

You no longer wear your belts in the last hole, your T-shirts no longer hang down like sacks. Your hair looks fuller and healthier again.

Maybe you should make a change?

After a moment's thought, you call Margarita. And only thirty minutes later she is standing in front of your flat with hair dye.

"Are you sure, dear?" she asks in her Russian accent for the third time and lowers the scissors again. "Your beautiful hair..." When you were little, she made you pigtails every morning. Sometimes one, sometimes two. Sometimes braided, sometimes not. And every day she admired your full and soft hair.

By now you can do most of the braids on your own. But in the last few months you have neglected yourself. This is also noticeable in your hair.

"Yes, Margarita. I'm sure of it. And don't worry. It will grow back anyway..." you reply with a grin and watch as she takes a strand of your hair, applies the scissors and squints. You hear the sound of the scissors cutting through your hair. There is no turning back now.

Three hours later, you're standing in front of the mirror again and looking at your new hairstyle.

The dark brown has turned into a light blonde and your hair is much shorter. Before it almost reached your bottom, now it doesn't even reach your shoulder. The end just hovers over it. You didn't know how heavy hair can actually be.

"Wow...", you say and run your fingers through your new hair. You part your hair in the middle, make a side parting, and finally bites your lower lip with an admiring smile.

"You look great, love," she confirms to you and as you turn to thank her, she sees for the first time the glow in your eyes again for three months.

She hopes so much that you will slowly get back on your feet. You are like a daughter to her. She has watched you grow up and looked after you when your parents were busy again. So it hurts her heart every time to see you the way you are. You are lost. Lost in a world where you don't belong, where you never wanted to belong.

How she would love to take this burden off your shoulders, but she could not. All she can do is stand by your side and help when it is needed. But first you have to find your footing again.

After another look in the mirror, you decide to go to that party Johnny invited you to. While Margarita tidies up the flat again, you carelessly go through the boxes of expensive clothes.

Finally, you're back in front of the mirror in a pair of ripped jeans and a crop top. You look at yourself with a smile.

"You look like an angel," Margarita says as she leans against the doorframe, watching you.

You would not describe yourself as an angel, but as beautiful.

It has been a long time since you felt yourself to be beautiful. You see in the eyes of your old friend and housekeeper the hope that you wanted to feel so much. You no longer want to be this wreck, this shadow of yourself. But you are now in this new world where you never wanted to belong. And you don't know how to find your footing in it.

Shaking your head, you push the thoughts aside and thank Margarita again with a kiss on the cheek. You still ask her for one last favour, because you have to get to the party somehow.

"Sugar, what a surprise. I didn't expect to see you." "Well, if you want, I can leave again..." you joke.

Johnny smiles and grabs your hand to pull you into the house and his arms. "You look hot by the way", he whispers in your ear and places a kiss on your temple.

"Whatever," you dismiss the compliment with a little laugh and let yourself join the group of other partygoers.

"Hey guys, this is Y/N," Johnny introduces you and drops onto one of the couches. He pulls you with him onto his lap.

"You wish, Johnny. Keep your hands off. I am your customer, not your girlfriend, Sugar." You emphasise the pet name, which he always uses for you, especially.

"Worth a try, isn't it?"

You let your gaze wander around the room. Apart from Johnny, there are four other men sitting in the room. spread out the couches. "You call this a party? Or is this just the warm-up round?" you finally ask.

"I didn't know if you'd really come and how much of a party animal you are." Had he really done that just for you?

"Since when do you care how I am?" you ask him, poking him in the side.

"Some people I just like to take care of.

You look at him with raised eyebrows and don't respond further to his comment. Instead you say, "You didn't answer my question?"

"Hey Timothy, send out a message that there's a party here at short notice," Johnny gives to one of the other guests.

"You got it, boss."

"You'll have your party in an hour," Johnny promises and you smile. He leans forward a little and finally presses his lips to yours. You allow it for a few seconds before you release and place a finger on his lips, shaking your head.

"Nice try." You turn away from him and disappear into the bathroom.

A few deep breaths, a little water over your forearms and you're all better.

When you come back, you don't sit down next to Johnny again, but on the sofa opposite him. You need some space between you and him.

You like Johnny, he's a good friend, you can count on him, but he wants something from you. He makes no secret of it, but he doesn't understand that you don't want anything from him.

Now you are sitting next to a lanky young man, about your age, maybe a little older. With your back against the armrest, you casually put your legs diagonally across his, eliciting an overwhelmed "oh... okay" from him before you say, "Johnny didn't introduce us. I'm Y/N." You reach out your hand to him.

He takes it and introduces himself as "Mouse". You look at him in amazement. "Mouse?"

"Actually it's Greg, Mouse is a ridiculous nickname, but I've come to terms with it. Nice to meet you, Y/N."

"Nice to meet you too."

As Johnny promised, less than an hour later there was a party going on in the house. Music booms muffled from the big room into the smaller one where you are still sitting on the couch with Mouse. He's thawed out enough by now that he had his hands on your thighs to keep your legs from sliding down.

You feel Johnny's jealous gaze on you, but try to ignore it as much as possible.

"Hey Mouse. Are you also part of Johnny's business?" you finally ask curiously. To be honest, he doesn't really look like a dealer, more like a customer.

"I would rather say business partner.”

You look at him curiously.

"He introduces me to people who I then work for. I'm a computer crack."

"Oh. That's cool. I don't have anything to do with it. I'm totally incompetent at it. My talents lie elsewhere."

"It's not that hard. What do you do?"

"Y/N has divine hands...", Johnny comments and one of the men laughs quietly in the background.

"You bet," you hear and roll your eyes. Thanks to a former girlfriend, you now have that reputation gone...

"So I'm an artist," you clarify. "Johnny also introduces me to people I work for. I've painted one or two forgeries of famous works of art. There's even one hanging in the museum here in Chicago." You wink at him with a proud grin. "But most of the works are my own."

"Are you selling them?"

"Some. I was organising an exhibition where I could sell the works. Sort of a silent auction." You shrug your shoulders as if to dismiss the subject.

"What happened to that?"

"Something's come up," you dodge the question and instead reach for his beer bottle to take a sip of it.

As soon as the tingling liquid hits your taste buds, you contort your face.

"Yuck. How can you drink that. That's super disgusting."

Mouse laughs and takes the bottle from you again to drink a sip from it himself.

For the rest of the evening you talk about different things. It feels easy with him, like you can finally be you again. As if you had found an anchor to swim back to the surface. But you push back the budding sense of security. People come and go all the time. You've had to learn that the hard way. And they always want something from you.

"Hey, what's with the sad face all of a sudden?" asks Mouse in a soft voice, lifting your head with his index finger under your chin until you look at him. You have the feeling that he is really interested in your answer. It has been a long time since a person was really interested in you. So far, they've all wanted something from you in return. To buy something, to borrow money, to introduce someone to them, to sleep with them. But Mouse seems to be interested in you and you alone.

Tears come to your eyes and you have to take a deep breath. You put your head back and have to blink a few times until you can control yourself again.

"Do you know when the bad thoughts get too loud? And you don't know where you are, what's real and what's imaginary? What exactly is your mind playing you now and what is really there?"

"That pretty much sums up what I went through some time ago."

The tears were back and burning in your eyes, threatening to run down your cheeks.

"Have you figured out how to get rid of it?"

He shakes his head. "Not really. But it gets easier with time, you learn to live with it. I can promise you that." You nod and look at him with a sad smile.

"God. I'm so pathetic.

"Hey, don't say that. You're amazing. From what I've heard of you so far." With more affectionate words he tries to make you feel better and the only appropriate response that comes to your mind is to kiss him.

You lean forward and simply place your lips on his, silencing him.

You sense that he is surprised and overwhelmed by your reaction, which is why you withdraw again.

"I’m sorry," you say apologetically and pinch your lips together a little. Actually, you're not sorry, it felt too good.

"Don't be," he replies now, putting down his beer bottle and pulling you closer again.

His hands on your cheeks, he puts his lips on yours again and begins to kiss you.

You change position a little until you are sitting astride his lap. His hands now on your back and in your hair, your arms around his neck, your hands also running through his hair, you kiss each other deeply.

You dare to let go. You feel that it's okay, that it's the right thing to do, you just let go and the tears trickle down your cheeks while Mouse holds you, is your anchor to reality, so that you don't get lost in the whirlpool. The images you constantly see in front of you just pass by this time, have no effect on you, because Mouse's is stronger. You feel light, safe and secure in his arms, even though you hardly know him.

Your kiss becomes more intimate, more demanding and you receive his tongue with yours. Then your head is empty.

There is nothing more. Just you and this stranger who has this incredible effect on you.

Finally, you break away breathlessly and just look into each other's eyes. You notice that he can't hold eye contact for long, but that's okay. You know... you have experienced first-hand the effects trauma can have. Your fingers begin to trace his contours.

He makes you feel like you've never felt before. You don't have to say a word. It is as if your looks communicate everything.

Gently he wipes your tears from your cheeks. You nod slightly at his questioning look. Yes, you feel much better now.

"Thank you," you form with your lips. A small smirk settles on his and you lean forward again to kiss him once more. This time it's different. You no longer seek a hold on him, this time it's a "thank you".

Your kiss is gentle, careful and sensual.

If someone had told you this morning what was happening, you would have said that they were nuts. You still can't quite understand how this one person can have such power over you. That this one person can simply silence your thoughts like that.

Time passed, you're sitting next to Mouse again. Your legs crossed his as Johnny brought you not only a cup of Coke but also a joint. You throw him a kissing hand.

After lighting the cigarette, you hold it out to Mouse, offering it to him. He takes a drag while you hold the joint before you take one too.

You blow out the smoke upwards with relish.

A few puffs later, you lean forward again a little until your lips are almost touching and you inhale his smoke before exhaling it back upwards.

"Hey Y/N...", you hear someone's voice before the owner enters the room, just as you inhale Mouse's smoke one more time. "..Johnny said you were here... And apparently you're busy."

You make a grumbling noise, detach yourself from Mouse and blow the smoke back upwards. "Just what I need..." you mutter, before turning to face her. Even through the wonderful fog of the Weed, you are pissed off by the presence of this horrible person. Inconspicuously, you squeeze Mouse's hand tightly, again looking for support, before finally letting go and standing up.

"Genevieve..." you reply, looking at her with a fake smile.

"It's good to see you again. Hey. I'm sorry about what happened."

"Please, don't talk about it and say what you want." Your voice is cold and distant.

"I wanted to apologise for my behaviour. I know it was not correct of me."

You laugh in disbelief. "You embarrassed me in front of everyone, Genevieve. That's not something you just shrug off with an 'I'm sorry'."

"I know that. That's why I want to make it up to you. Tell me what to do."

"Would you do what you put me through?" She remains silent and you snort snidely before taking another step back. You need distance between you. "Of course you wouldn't. After all, then your great image would be tarnished. The great benefactor Genevieve..." you scoff, before adding: "You make me sick."

You see her expression stiffen. "And you are a slut! You slept with my boyfriend even though you knew he was MY boyfriend!" There she is, the real Genevieve, as she lives and breathes. You knew she had this side in her, but you never expected to feel it yourself.

Your hands clench into fists and you feel your fingernails digging into your skin. The pain helps you to stay calm as much as possible.

"Excuse me? That was some pretty lie he breathed into your ear. I told him I didn't want anything from him! Do you think he cared? You know what he told me? That you were too innocent, too willing. Too boring. I slapped him and told him not to talk about my best friend like that in front of me. He then tried to rape me! So much for your perfect Richard and the evil evil Y/N!", you rage.

Shocked, she looks at you before regaining her composure. "Liar!" she hisses, then looks at Mouse. "Have fun with that bitch. Make sure she doesn't end up cheating on you with your best friend."

You gasp in indignation and shock at her impudence. Your former best friend turns around and disappears again.

One more time you have to take a deep breath.

"Wow... that was intense," you hear Mouse suddenly standing behind you. You notice how you immediately become calmer as soon as you feel him behind you.

"Welcome to the young high society of Chicago," you murmur and turn to him. "I'm sorry you overheard that."

"Hev. I want you to know that I don't believe a word she says."

You smile sadly. "Then you're the first. Even Johnny thinks I'm the evil whore in the story."

"Well. I think you're just lost and need someone to believe in you again."

"And you're saying that someone is you?"

"Maybe," Mouse replies with a grin.

You have to laugh and gently bite your lower lip, slightly swollen from your kiss, as you look up at him.

"Are you coming?"

"Where?"

"Get some fresh air, go to the other side of the world, or go to a diner and eat something. Just get away from here."

He takes your hand in his again and intertwines his fingers with yours.

"Where are you going?" he just asks.

You feel a tingle in your stomach as he smiles at you and you have to swallow.

You say goodbye to Johnny with a simple wave before leaving the house with Mouse by the hand.

A car on the other side of the road flashes its lights as soon as you are out of the front gate and you roll your eyes, while you mumble, "Margarita…”

Nevertheless, you walk with Mouse towards the black car with the tinted windows.

"Wow... are you super rich or something?" asks Mouse wryly.

"Please don't remind me,” you only reply, as Peter, your family's long-time driver, gets out and holds the door open.

"Miss Y/L/N," he greets you with a nod as you tell Mouse to get in. "Hey Pete," you say back and get into the car as well.

"Where to, Miss Y/L/N?"

"Hannah's Diner," you reply and Peter nods before pulling out of the parking space.

Next to you, you sense that Mouse would like to bombard you with a thousand questions, but he refrains.

You sigh and lean your head against his shoulder.

"I hate it," you admit.

In response, Mouse squeezes your hand.

You never wanted your family's money. Even though you got a lot of pocket money, you never touched it. Since you were 16 and allowed to work, you worked in a diner and earned your few bucks. Everything you bought since then, you always bought with your own money.

Until the incident three months ago, you worked at Hannah's Diner. But since then you have hardly left your flat. Hannah, who has become a friend over time, has been there for you and said that you can take as much time off as you want and when you are ready and willing, you can start working for her again.

Together with Mouse, you sit down at one of the tables and wait for Hannah to come

It was already late, but the diner was open 24/7. "Okay. What do you want?" you ask, "it's on me." Seeing the look on his face, you add, "Do me a favour and let me pay." After another look into your eyes, he nods. "Okay."

You are suddenly absolutely exhausted. The encounter with Genevieve has robbed you of all the strength you had today.

"Y/N. Good to see you again," you are finally greeted by Hannah with a smile. You return it and stand up to be pulled into a hug.

"How are you?" she asks, looking at you with concern.

You shrug your shoulders. "I'm still alive..."

Hannah's smile turns sad and compassionate. "Well, that's a start." She puts a hand on your shoulder as you sit back down across from Mouse. "What can I get you two?"

Once your milkshakes and fries are brought, Mouse begins to tell. "I was in the army, 3rd Battalion 75th Ranger Regiment. I did two tours in Afghanistan. When I came back, my best friend who I met on deployment and I were a total mess. There are things I don't want to think about anymore, there are things that are constantly in my head. You learn to live with it. The images eventually become less deterrent."

"What happened?" you ask cautiously.

"During my last tour... there was a convoy... Jay and I were in the first Humvee and then..." You can see him bobbing his leg restlessly as he tells the story, his fingers drumming on the table. "I thought that was it for me. Jay and I are about the only ones who got out of there alive."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that." You are silent for a moment and take a deep sip of your Strawberry milkshake before you decide to tell him about you.

"My family is... was...", you correct yourself, "actually super rich. The company my dad started after he invented something for computers or something that's now in pretty much every mobile device is incredibly huge. I honestly have no idea about the whole… thing" you run your fingers through your hair. It's still unfamiliar that it's now so short and, more importantly, so light. "He produces it himself, sells it himself. At least he did... He was tinkering with something newer, better, when he got mugged." You start to stir your milkshake with the straw, totally captured in your thoughts. "Someone tried to steal his designs. When he didn't hand them over, they shot and kidnapped my Ma and siblings. They blackmailed them to get the designs. But they knew nothing about it. Dad had never said anything about it." Tears burn in your eyes again. "I’ve found them...” Mouse carefully reaches across the table for your hand and brings you back from the memory.

You lift your gaze and meet his bright blue eyes. "Now I've inherited everything and have no idea where to go or what to do," you admit quietly. "The police never found the… offenders”

Mouse said nothing. He didn't have to say anything. Because nothing he could have said would have made you feel better. So you both remained silent for a moment while he still held your hand and gently caressed your skin with his thumb.

"Thank you for telling me," he finally says and you can't help but smile sadly at him.

"Okay. Let's talk about something else. Something nice..", you finally change the subject and force a liberated smile on your lips. "Tell me about your friend you mentioned, Jay. He seems important to you."

Mouse's expression brightens and he begins to smile honestly.

"Jay... we met in the army. Now he's with the CPD. He's managed to land on his feet. I.. well.."

"You can do it too. You just need someone who believes in you and gives you a chance."

"Yes. Maybe..."

"Okay. Crazy idea: we help each other get back on our feet." "And how do you imagine that?" He looks at you with interest.

"I don't know yet. But you can try, can't you?" "Okay. Let's try.”

After you have eaten and paid, you leave the diner again. "Do you want Pete to take you home? Or you can come upstairs. Then Pete can call it a night..”.

"Would be interested to see what an artist's flat looks like."

You snort in amusement. "Yes, don't expect too much. The artist hasn't moved in yet."

You get into the lift.

"Okay. All expectations are at zero. I promise," Mouse replies now and you have to laugh.

It's the first time in three months that you've really had an honest laugh.

"You have a very nice laugh," Mouse now says quietly.

"Thank you. I think that was the first time I laughed since the incident."

"Then I am honoured to be the first to hear it."

Again you giggle at his silliness.

The lift has arrived at the floor with your flat and you pull Mouse behind you down the corridor.

Once in your flat, Mouse looks around a bit. There is not much to see.

"I... haven't gotten around to decorating the flat yet," you now admit a little uncertainly and disappear into the kitchen.

"Since I don't drink beer, I only have wine in the fridge. But you get to decide which wine we head." You list a few varieties and as you look up, you meet Mouse's puzzled gaze, which makes you grin in amusement again.

"Just take any."

With a bottle of lovely white wine and two glasses in your hand, you go back into the living room and flop down on the couch.

"Sit down. I honestly have no idea what it is, Margarita got it for me...", you admit, and hand Mouse a glass with the alcohol.

Instead of sitting down, Mouse looks at the canvases that are standing around. Still lifes, landscapes. Chicago's skyline, portraits.

"That looks incredible. You should definitely exhibit it."

"Sometime, maybe. My parents were organising something when... well…”

Mouse nods in understanding.

"Hey, you want to try painting something?", you ask

"Oh no. I'd rather stick to my computer stuff."

"Come on. I'll help you." You direct him to the small stool that stands in front of your easel. "This is what I'm working on right now."

"Woah, no, I'm not touching that."

"No really. It didn't turn out so well anyway. I'll probably paint it over later."

"What?"

"Yeah, go on. What would you say is missing from this picture?"

You had painted an avenue where people were walking.

"Maybe make flowers out of the greenery? Then it doesn't look quite so gloomy.

"Okay." You stand behind Mouse, prepare the mixing palette and select a brush. "You do the flowers with dabs on the side."

You put the brush in his hand, put yours over it and guide it. Dab, dab, dab.

After a few dabs, you look at it and say with satisfaction: "Here. Now you try it on your own”

When Mouse did it alone, it didn't look as good as when you did it. But it wasn't a complete disaster either, which you consider a victory.

At some point, he taps his finger in the pink colour and taps you on the nose with it.

Outraged and surprised, you look at him before doing the same to him until you are both full of colour and end up laughing on the floor.

Over the next few weeks you and Mouse meet more often, regularly, sometimes he just sits on your couch and watches you paint, intently sticking your tongue out slightly, sometimes you watch him hacking in with ease somewhere to do something for Johnny's friends.

One day, your family's lawyer is at your door.

"Miss Y/L/N. It is time for you to attend to your duties. There are legal matters that we need to clarify." Mouse puts on his jacket and wants to leave, but you grab his hand. "Please stay." A look into your eyes is enough for him to nod and hang his jacket back up on the coat rack.

"Y/N. Once again, I would like to express my fullest condolences for your loss and for having to burden you with the legal stuff now."

"Thank you."

First he addresses the fact that you have still not accepted or renounced the inheritance. He lists all the things that are involved.

The house, the flats, the business, all the money of your parents and siblings. Mouse's ears almost fell off when he heard the buzzing.

"We can of course sell the house as well as the flats and the business."

"No. The company was Dad's life's work. It should continue to bear the name Y/L/N. Just hire someone competent to handle everything so far."

"I'II take care of it," promises Felix, the lawyer. "Then the properties." "Let's rent them out to people with little money..." Felix also makes a note of this.

"I want to donate most of the money..."

"Where?"

"'I’ll think about it.”

"Alright. Then I have everything for now. I'll get back to you." "Okay."

"You really are super rich”, Mouse said as soon as Felix was out the door.

"I don't want the money... What am I supposed to do with it? I can't spend as much as the company takes in. I probably donate monthly to women's shelters and children's homes or something.”

Mouse gently reaches for your hand and finally pulls you into a hug before the tears start running again.

Carefully he pulls you with him to the couch and onto his lap.

Shortly after your tears have dried up, Mouse feels you fall asleep and he smiles slightly.

In the last few weeks you have become so important to each other and you feel you have never told Mouse what it actually means to you that he is with you.

"Mouse... thank you..."

"For what?"

"That you're here. I... I was lost. Lost my footing and then I met you and... you became my anchor. I'm... I'm starting to be me again. Finding myself again."

He looks at you for a moment before he takes your hand and pulls you to him. The next moment his lips are on yours.

It doesn't take you long to recover from the surprise and you return the kiss. You open your lips slightly and receive his tongue, just like the night you met. But this time, when his tongue touches yours, a soft moan escapes you. You feel his little smirk against your lips. But at this moment you don't care.

Your hands run over his upper body and finally disappear under his T-shirt. You explore his chest and trace the contours of his muscles along his stomach. You tug lightly and he takes the hint and takes off his T-shirt before kissing you again without hesitation. His hands now roam over your body as well. Exploring every inch with such attentiveness to your reactions that you feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Finally, you take off your T-shirt and Mouse takes a few seconds to admire your body. Your breasts are still hidden in your favourite bra.

Mouse lifts his gaze to your eyes. "May I?"

Your heart does a somersault. Mouse is not the first man you have slept with, but he is the first to ask you if he can do something. Unable to speak, you nod and bring his hands to your breasts and behind your back. Even though he can't look you in the eye for long, he watches your reaction very closely and as he slips the straps off your shoulders, goose bumps spread over your arms as his fingers touch you.

Kissing you again, still so lovingly, as if he were afraid you would break if he were too forceful, his hands wrap around your breasts and he begins to massage them.

His thumb strokes your hard nipples and you let out another moan as you begin to explore his mouth with your tongue.

Your excited moan shoots straight between his loins.

God, he wants you, so much, but even more he wants you to feel good, which is why he ignores the pulsing in his pants and continues to focus on you.

His hands go under your thighs and he looks at you briefly, the sign that you should jump. You wrap your legs around his hips and feel his hardness pressing against your middle.

The next moment, Mouse holds you between him and the wall, his lips now exploring your neck. With your eyes closed, you put your head to the side a little to give him more space.

He sucks a little on your skin, and leaves a little hickey.

An excited gasp escapes your throat and in response, he presses his hips a little harder against yours, only to have you moan lustily this time. "Fuck, Mouse..." you breathe as his lips reach your breast and cup your hard nipple.

Your head is swept clean as he begins to gently nibble, suck and lick over it.

Your hands are in his hair again, already you are searching for support in the storm of lust that threatens to take you in and you haven't even really started yet.

Each of his touches sends flashes of pleasure through your body, gathering in your centre and making you so fucking wet.

Finally, he sets you back down on the floor and his lips continue to travel down your body, over your belly to the waistband of your pants.

A loud shrill sound snaps you out of your frenzy of lust as a mobile phone begins to ring and you make a soft, agonised sound.

You want to ignore it, but it won't stop ringing.

Finally, Mouse, visibly annoyed about the interruption, breaks away from you and reaches for the phone on the table. "You've picked possibly the worst possible time, Halstead. I hope it's urgent."

You have to stifle a laugh as you hand him his shirt and put yours back on as well.

"Yes, in ten minutes, l'lI be there," you hear him say before he hangs up and looks at you apologetically. "Jay has some problem I need to help him with urgently, which of course couldn't wait." You nod in understanding and give him a breathtaking kiss goodbye.

The more time you spend with Mouse, the more you become yourself again. Margarita notices this too and confronts him when she happens to be in the flat while you and Mouse are there.

"Child, don't you want to start making your flat a home so that you no longer have to sleep in a storeroom?" she asks you, pointing to the boxes still standing around.

"Yeah, maybe I should start doing that, shouldn't I?"

When you then go to the kitchen to get something to drink, Margarita confronts Mouse: "If you hurt her, I'll make your life hell. She likes you and you are good for her, so don't ever let her go."

Then she turns to you as you re-enter the living room and says: "A nice young man you've caught yourself. I'II leave you to it then. Food is in the fridge, have a nice day." With a frown, you watch the woman scurry out of the front door.

"What was that?"

"I don't know what you mean," Mouse replies.

You shrug it off and change the subject. "Hey, about the flat furnishings...maybe you'd like to come with me?" You look at him with begging puppy eyes, which you know by now he cannot resist.

Your parents always had designer furniture everywhere and everything was made of very expensive material. You don't care, if you're honest, which is why you just decide according to what looks nicest to you. You notice how you think of your parents and don't immediately lose your grip. A small smile comes to your lips. Of course you still grieve and miss your family, that probably won't change, but it no longer paralyses you. You learn to live with it.

And Mouse has contributed a great deal to your healing, you are very sure of that, which is why you now take his hand and intertwine your fingers

A small smile also appears on his lips.

When you arrive in the bed department, you stand in front of a model and bite your lower lip, an idea forming in your head before you look at Mouse

"You know, you can't really try out the beds here. Just imagine, when you get home you realise that it's totally uncomfortable or impractical? If only you could try it out...." You look up at him meaningfully and he begins to laugh softly.

He understands what you are implying and looks at you with a raised eyebrow, before suggesting, "What do you say we come back later?"

"I think that's a great idea," you reply, stealing a small kiss from his lips.

…to be continued

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samantha-chicago · 8 months ago

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Who I Write For

These are all the characters I write for. Please keep this in mind when requesting anything.

All requests will be written in a female POV Many Thanks

Chicago P.D.

Adam Ruzek Jay Halstead Kevin Atwater Dante Torres Hailey Upton Kim Burgess Greg 'Mouse' Gerwtiz Hank Voight (Not Romantically)

Chicago Fire

Kelly Severide Joe Cruz Matthew Casey Blake Gallo Stella Kidd Randall 'Mouch' McHolland (Not Romantically) Sam Carver Brian 'Otis' Zvonecek Christopher Herrmann (Not Romantically) Wallace Boden (Not Romantically) Sylvie Brett Violet Mikami Leslie Shay

Chicago Med

Connor Rhodes William Halstead

911 Lone Star / 911

Evan Buckley Eddie Diaz TK Strand Carlos Reyes

S.W.A.T

Christina 'Chris' Alonso James 'Jim' Street Victor Tan Dominique Luca Daniel 'Hondo' Harroldson Decon 'Dec' Kay (Not Romantically)

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stefanmikaleson1864 · 2 years ago

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Every Version Of You

Jay Halstead X Reader

Requested by anon

When jays best friend who he always loved even before the rangers gets honorably discharged from the rangers and comes working beside him and mouse at the district he realizes how innocent romantically she is and why she wouldn’t ever be with someone while they were serving because that meant comments being made an he finds out she’s always been in love with him like he has been with her and turns to putty when she looks up At him after a case

A/N: I hope you like this ! I am so sorry that It’s taken a while to write it but I am working through my request.

If you like my work please comment like and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work.

Jay’s POV.

Me and and Y/N have been best friends our entire lives. We went to the same school together and we really always kept to the side

.we never really had any other friends so it was always just us. Where one was the other one was as well. We also happened to live on the same block as each other.

When things got rough at home we always had a spot where we would meet up together.

A park down a couple blocks from each other. It was pretty run down and gross so no one ever went there which was good for us.

It was our place and our safe haven. It’s where we could spend hours talking to each other or really say nothing at all.

All i knew was when ever I was there with her I always felt safe. That everything was going to be okay.

During one of our long talks there we talked about the future and what we wanted out of life. We both wanted.

We wanted to join the army and get out of town and serve a high purpose in life.

To be able to help people in need to look back and know we made a difference. Not to mention when we left we would have hella benefits to set us up. It would mean we didn’t have to come back here.

We would be able to start fresh out there and create a new life.

When we finally made it out of high school we graduated and right away we enlisted.

We went to boot camp about a month later. Y/N was excited but I had more worried about her than myself.

I know it’s what we wanted but now that we were there I couldn’t help but feel scared.

What if something happened to her. The thought of loosing her tore me up inside. I couldn’t loose someone else.

Boot camp was rough. Both physically and mentally it was the hardest thing I had ever done. Y/n was feeling it to. But there were some good things that came along with it.

We meant a lot of new people and became friends with them. Were really building our community.

One person who really stuck with us was this quiet guy named Greg.We gave him the nick name mouse and he hated it but we didn’t care.

The three of us were a trio and were always together. Mouse was the first person to call me out on my feelings for Y/N. I didn’t even realize it at first.

That I was in love with her. He just flat out asked me one day because he was going to and I told him no she was completely off limits.

I never really thought about it before like that. Being in love with her because there is a different type of feelings that come along with that.

But once I realized it I felt so different but a good different.

Our time in the Military had come and gone and I was the first one to leave. My deployment ended first then Mouse.

After 3 tours we finally decided we were done and hung up our hats.

Y/N was right behind us after her 4th Y/n decided it was time to hang up the hat as well. When she came home I was able to get her a civilian job with us. She wasn’t ready to go out in the field.

The trauma of war really did a number on her and she needed to be able to work a more stable position.

She worked as a investigator for us. She really liked and she was such a huge part of the team.

Right now we were all gathered around in the pen working on our next case. We had multiple murders out on the west side and we were worried about more violence coming out.

We had exhausted all of our options and were left with really nothing. Expect one choice which was Mouse.

He was selling bootleg cd’s and stolen goods. He also had a hard time adjusting and couldn’t hold down a proper job.

“Come on we need something before there is more bloodshed out there” Hank said in a upset voice”

“I think I may have something” I said sitting up

Everyone looked at me with a confused look on their face.

“Mouse he lived there his whole life I know him he knows something” I said

“I don’t know if he would be the best help in his situation” Y/N said with a worried look on her face.

“Why what happened” Kim asked.

“He just had a hard time after we came home he never really adjusted” Y/N said.

“I Know but I think he can handle this” I said

“Look if he’s un hinge it could do more damage than good” Kevin said

“Look i trust him and I’ll watch out for him what ever happens is on me But I do think this is our best choice” I said

“Let’s do it” Voight said

Y/N looked at me a concerned voice so i reached over and gave it a comforting squeeze.

I didn’t bother to tell him I was showing up because I know him and he would have ran off. I went alone incase he got scared and ran off.

I made my way to him and like usual he wasn’t really even hiding what he was doing out that giant white van. I made my way over and banged on the back of the van.

“Hey Mouse open up” I yelled.

Slowly the door opened up and Mouse stuck his head and peaked around the door.. He looked scared like he was caught which I mean he was technically.

“Hey Uh Jay what are you doing here” He asked in a worried voice.

“Relax man I need a favor with something” I said laughing.

‘Don’t say that out loud man what the hell is wrong with you” Mouse said.

He grabbed my arm and drug me into the back of his van which is very alarming to most people.

We got in and it was nothing but stolen goods and food wrappers. And my god that weed smel was horrible.

We sat down in the two empty seats that was barely there. Mouse had to throw stuff around just for us to be able to sleep.

“So man hey what’s going on” Mouse asked bouncing around.

“Look man you gotta chill out you good” I asked placing my hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah Man I’m good what’s up” He said.

“I need your help with a case I know you know about these murders happening” I said

“Yeah But what’s that got to do with me” Mouse asked.

“Look I need to see if you can figure anything out I know you know everyone here okay you can figure something out” I said

“Yeah but If people figure out I’m helping you I can’t risk my business man” Mouse said.

“Man forget your business we got dead body okay innocent people are dying” I said.

“Okay alright I guess I can think about it” Mouse said

“Shut the hell up and let’s go and behave when we get there Y/N is already worried about you working this and I don’t want to worry her more or prove her right” I said.

“Yeah yeah Y/N i heard she was working with you how is she doing if you know what I mean” Mouse said

I looked at him with a confused and even a slightly annoyed face because he already knew what the situation was he was just instigating the issue.

“Y/n is fine and we work together and we are friends that’s it for that situation” I said

“You know what I mean” Mouse said shoving his elbow in my arm and laughing.

“Let’s go now” I said annoyed at him already.

I got out of the van and headed back into my own car. Mouse was following right behind me and we left headed for the district.

He was non stop talking the whole way and I tried my best to act like I was paying attention.

The only thing i was thinking was Y/n probably was going to be right that he wasn’t ready for something like this and I was pushing it.

If he blew up and this case blew up it means we loose our only chance to get a killer of the street and it means I loose my word that I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about.

The car ride back felt long but I knew it wasn’t and I was nervous about him meeting the team and seeing Y/N again. I didn’t want him to blurt out some dumb stuff.

When we got there we made our way in and I read him the riot act and pleaded with him to act like he had some kind of commonsense.

“Hey man I got this stop worrying when have I ever done something dumb” Mouse said

“We don’t have the time to run through that list” I said getting more mad.

We made our way back into the bullpen and everyone was sitting at their desk looking at their computer.

When we walked in they stopped what they were doing and looked up at us. Y/N looked happy to see him but also had worry all over her eyes. It was subtle but I knew her for so long that I could read her.

“Y/N my girl I missed you how you been baby” Mouse said loudly.

“I’m good I missed you too” Y/N said smiling and walked over and hugged him.

“ Hey everyone It’s nice to meet you all I promise to be on my best behavior” Mouse said

Voight walked out and walked over to where Mouse was.

“Listen I appreciate the help but if you fuck this up for us” Voight said

“No sir I am here to help in anyway I can” Mouse said.

I think it was the first time he actually stiffened up and seemed kind of nervous.

“Good so let’s get started then we don’t want to waste any time” Voight said.

“We got 4 dead on our hand we think we have a prime suspect John Roberts he hussles out the west side but we can’t prove anything” Y/N said

“What makes you think him” Mouse asked

“All 4 people who were killed their phones pinged out his night club , we know he is a known seller and has a violent streak” Y/N said

“So we need you to make a bid to be a seller for him and get him talking on a wire” Voight said.

“Um yeah I know this guy he’s dangerous and ruthless he’s just not going to open up to me” Mouse said.

“Look we know you got a rep in that area okay so you asking for this isn’t going to raise red flags” Jay said

“Fine but no way am I going alone” Mouse said

“Me and Jay can go were pose as customers in the club you know we got you” Y/N said

“Y/N you haven’t been out in the field.” I said worried about her

“I’ll be fine don’t worry about me i can handle myself” Y/N said a little defensive.

“Listen she says she’s fine I trust her it sounds like a good plan get it done” Voight said.

I didn’t say anything and we all went back to our desk to get everything ready for tonight. After a couple of hours we were putting the final touches on the plan.

Y/N went home and changed into something a little more appropriate for a club so no red flags would get raised.

I was currently helping to bug mouse and I could tell he was nervous but he wouldn’t say anything.

“Listen your good me and Y/N we got you like we always have before” I told him.

“Yeah yeah your right” Mouse said.

We finished up and headed out. Y/N was meeting us there. The car ride over was silent and we both had jitters.

When we arrived there Y/N was sitting outside and she had on this purple sparkly dress. She was all dressed up. She really looked beautiful.

I gave Mouse a squeeze on the shoulder and we headed out.

“Hey come on it’s going to be okay” I said

Mouse nodded and we walked over to Y/n.She looked up at us and smiled.

“You go in and were head in a little bit after so we don’t look like were together you got this Greg It’s going to be okay” Y/N said

“Yeah Thanks” Mouse said.

He went and in we stayed behind and I looked over at Y/N and I could tell she was nervous to.

“Hey there is no shame about being nervous It’s been a while sense you been out in the field but you got this I got you” I said

“I know I’m okay I’m good really Let’s go inside i’m freezing” she said looking up at me and smiling.

We walked in and grabbed a drink from the bar and headed to a table we where we could see mouse without being to noticed.

“So how’s things been with you” Y/N asked

“What do you mean” I asked

“I mean you haven’t been dating anyone sense Erin and we haven’t been able to talk in a while what’s going on” She asked.

“Not much haven’t been in the mood to date sense she left” I said

“Come on handsome guy like you it’s impossible to stay single for long” She said smiling.

“I think I have someone in my mind but it would never go anywhere so i’m working on getting past that” I said honestly

“Who do I know her” She asked

“Uh yeah but don’t worry about it” I said

“Okay fine sure be secretive or what ever” Y/n said taking a drink.

“How we looking up there” I asked the team out there.

‘Good mouse is being talkative but John has no clue were on to him. This might actually work” Kevin said.

“It’s Mouse he always has a way with words” I said laughing.

“Hey at least he talks to people” Y/N said

“Damn Jay what did you do to her” Adam asked

The conversation fell flat after that and I felt bad because I didn’t want to think I was pushing her out.

Mouse was up there a while and he was doing okay so hopefully it was a sign we got everything we needed.

After a little bit he headed down and we watched him leave. We again waited a few minutes before we also left.

When we went outside Mouse was sitting in the back seat of the car and we walked over and got in.

“Hey how did it go” I asked

“Good I am now a seller a little bit see how it goes but we got our way in” Mouse said

“OMG I told you that you could do this , we got a way in” Y/N said

“Thanks Now let’s get the hell out of here” Mouse said

“Alright let’s call it a night and we all meet in the morning” Voight said.

Mouse was a little quiet and I could tell he was nervous about this. But I knew it was all going to be worth it once we catched this son of a bitch.

We drove off and I dropped Mouse off at his apartment. Me and Y/n left and it was quiet in the car after.

I drove to her place and I parked the car and we both just sat there for a second before sitting in silence.

She didn’t get out right away and I didn’t know what was wrong but I decided to break the silence.

“Hey I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to ice you out or anything” I said

She looked over at me and smiled.

“It’s okay I just wanted to make sure everything was okay” She said.

“Listen I need to be honest because if I can’t be honest with you then nothing else matters” I said.

I could feel the anxiety building up inside of me and I needed to say it to her. Don’t ask me why now seemed like a good time.

I guess after icing her out earlier maybe I thought I should tell her.

“Hey so this girl I like I need to get over and move on from it’s you. I love you Y/n I have for a while and I haven’t been able to say because I know you feel about dating and being deployed so i didn’t say anything” I said.

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship or change anything and I was scared” I said

“I uh” she said

I could feel the anxiety bubbling up inside of me and I was worried that I just ruined my only good thing I had going on.

She grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze and she looked over and smiled at me.

“I love you I really do and not just in a friendship type of way like romantic. But i’m scared because you are the only good thing I have but I have a lot going on mentally and I need time you know” She said

“I want to keep working on being the most best version of myself but I do want this so if we could work slow and build up” Y/N said.

I squeezed her hand back and looked over at her and smiled. I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

“I love every version of you but I want you to be the best version you can possibly be and I will be here for you on the other side when ever your ready I am here so take as long as you need” I said

“ I love you Jay Halstead and I can’t Imagine what I would do without you” She said

“Well you never have to know” I said.

“How about you come up and we watch the hockey game and beers” Y/N said

“I would live that let’s go” I said.

We got up and headed in. We watched the game and laid out on the couch together and nights like these are worth everything.

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bullet-prooflove · 2 years ago

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Return On Investment: Greg ‘Mouse’ Gerwitz x Reader

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“The boys I've been with say I’ve got no soul.” You revealed to Greg as the two of you sat in the cloakroom of the wedding venue. The two of you were sitting on the floor, shoulders pressed together as you leaned back against the wall sharing a bottle of Moet between the two of you. The litany of coats shielded you from view as you kicked off your heels and crossed your ankles in front of you.

"The key word is boys." Greg informed you, sipping from the champagne bottle before handing it to you. It was quieter here. The thrum of the music a low pitch on the opposite side of the wall. He appreciated your thoughtfulness. Sometimes the noise became too much, it struck some chord in his brain that thrust him back to another time, another place. You must have seen the wild look in his eyes, recognised it. There were few people who knew the extent of his PTSD, who understood it. He knew the stuff he dealt with; his history would send any other woman running away screaming but you it didn’t seem to phase. You took everything in your stride, that was just one of the things he loved about you. You had seen the worst of him, and you didn’t flinch.

"All the guys you've dated... " he paused, trying to select his words carefully. It was in his nature to be honest; it was the foundations on which your friendship was built. You didn’t shy away from the truth, and you valued his opinion. "They don't know the real you, and you don't let them. You want the companionship but not the investment."

Investment…

ROI…

All terms the last guy had thrown around before you’d cut him loose.

He was right of course. Nothing lasted more than a couple of dates in your world, you were tired, disillusioned. Romance was a fairy-tale for other people, ones who hadn’t been on the front line, one who still believed that there was something good in the world. Those boys didn’t have a clue how to deal with someone like you, you were messy, complicated, too much.

Of course, there was another reason for your disinterest. They could never live up to the man you really wanted. The one you thought of every single night before you fell asleep. It was unfair of you to expect it.

“They can’t love me.” You said quietly, setting the champagne bottle down alongside of you. “How could they? They haven’t seen the same things, had the same experiences. They don’t know what it’s like to be broken down, to try and put yourself back together again.”

“Do you think you’re too damaged to be loved?” he asked you, those stunning blue eyes of his burning with intensity as he lingered in your proximity. He could see the pain in your eyes, the agony, the loneliness and it killed him. He wanted to sweep it all away, to remind you that you were one of the strongest people he knew, that life was a battle, and nobody came out unscathed.

Your silence was an answer in itself. "You think I don't know how hard it is?" he asked you, his voice rough with emotion as he spoke. "To crave something so much but never allowing yourself to have it."

Your breath caught in your throat as his gaze lowered to your lips. His scent was in your nose, you inhaled the rich scent of sandalwood as he lingered in your proximity.

“I know you.” He whispered, his thumb trailing over the apple of your cheek as he looked into your eyes. “I’ve seen the darkness and I’ve seen the light and I know you are worthy of love.”

“Do you love me, Greg?” You asked him, your voice lowering an octave as the truth spilled from your lips. “Do you love me as much as I love you?”

“Baby, the two of us are meant for one another.” He smiled as his lips brushed over yours. “I want to spend the rest of the night showing you that.” Love Greg? Don’t miss any of his stories by joining the taglist here.

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Greg loves being with you, he loves how fun your relationship, how silly the two of you can be. He loves the feel of you pressed against him as he laughs, the way your own giggle vibrates through your chest as he kisses you until your breathless.

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midnightsconspiracy · 4 years ago

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Chicago Pd

Newbie - Detective Y/N Y/LN is the newest member of the intelligence unit only just transferred from her previous job at narcotics. It’s your first day and already some tension arises between you and the infamous Hank Voight.

Snooze - Your job takes so much energy from you daily, so five more minutes in bed is just what you need, right? But a certain someone seems to disagree.

Faith Restored - When an argument with your husband causes you to walk out, a vendetta against him leads to you being kidnapped. But will Hank find you in time to be reunited with him and your child?

Out of The Blue - After experiencing a hard day at work, your boyfriend decides to treat you to some of your favourite things. Although he may or may not have another surprise in store for you.

Insecurities - Hank seems to be jealous of a certain friend of yours.

The Missing Piece - Hank being jealous of your and Jay’s platonic relationship leads to a relationship of his own

The Missing Piece Pt.2 - Finally after confessing to you, Hank takes you on multiple dates, but will you finally become an exclusive couple

The Missing Piece Pt.3 - Now that you and Hank are exclusive, its finally time to tell the rest of the team

Tribute - Hanks job keeps him away at your biggest time of need when you’re in labour

A Single Glance - When Hank comes home in the middle of the night you’re left angry, but sometimes his affection can erase those bad feelings

Recollection - A drunk night ends with you in your bosses bed, but he won’t admit to it until someone else makes a move

Recollection Pt.2 - After that fateful talk in his office, your relationship continues to develop further

Stubborn - You and Hank as both so stubborn. So arguments can be tough, but eventually one of you always caves in

Grief - Stricken - Whether hank wanted a baby or not was a question that floated around your mind as you found out you were pregnant. But that didn’t matter now as you find out you lost the baby.

Grief - Stricken Pt.2 - The aftermath of losing your baby and how you manage to rebuild your lives up once again

Here Come Trouble - Date night gets ruined by some guys who couldn’t stop the temptation of flirting with you.

Loved up - Al loves the fact he’s played matchmaker to yours and Hank’s relationship

Blame - Having a baby without telling their father was hard, what was harder was when that baby’s father was Hank Voight

Finally - You’d never felt love in your previous relationship, losing trust in everyone, except for the mysterious detective who just happens to save you

Father Figure - Hank would never be a replacement for your son’s deceased father but he would that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t see him as a second dad

Sucker Punch - You've never really been one for a fight, but sometimes someone just pushes you a little bit too far

Stages of Grief - You’re there when Justin passes, and so you have to watch your husband go through the five stages as he grieves his son

Choose Your Lover w/ Jay - An Interactive Choose Your Own Path Story - Joining the intelligence unit is nerve-wracking, but what happens when you have a crush on multiple members and they seem to also make advances towards you

Her Knight In Shining Armour - You’ve told your daughter stories of the valiant Sir Voight, but what happens when she finally meets her hero

Disturbance - Sometimes you just need some alone time with your husband, but it seems like your son would disagree

Compromise - All you want is to sleep next to your husband, even if it isn’t in the most conventional way

Daycare - Hank finally gets to spend some quality time with his son, little did he know the boy had changed a lot since their last time together.

Realisation - He always took for granted the things he had before they're gone

Guaranteed - Sometimes life is not guaranteed, neither is Hank Voight

The Clothes Bandit - Jay's just finding out about your little secret, you love to steal his shirts.

Afraid - Erin left Jay completely heartbroken, taking him years to finally open himself up again. But when you enter a new fling with him, nobody would have guessed that some emotional trauma from it remained

Thankful - When you and jay finally get the news that yours pregnant, everything seems too good to be true. Until one day when something seems off, rushing to the hospital to try and figure out if your dreams were to be crushed

Reunited - You and Jay met during his time at the Rangers, establishing a relationship whilst you served. But now Jay’s gone and you remain, what happens when you finally get to go home?

Intrusive Thoughts - Jay had never previously opened up about his time in the Rangers, but when a scene on the tv triggers him, he’s forced to talk about it and face the realities of needing to break the cycle of pain

Frozen - A suspect says something that particularly gets under your skin, prompting Jay to help you get over it

Consolation - Jay’s perfect to you, but in your eyes, you’re definitely not. This leads you to distance yourself and prepare for heartbreak until Jay reassures you otherwise.

Battle Scars - Jay has a lot of memories from his time in the war, some that are on his body. One cosy night he decides that maybe he should tell you where they're from.

Bonding Time - In order to bring you and Jay closer you try and endure something he really loves, football.

Unwanted Return - Erin comes back to Chicago, wanting to reclaim the man she once had, the man that was now yours.

Comrade - You served with both Jay and Mouse but still serve after they are deployed, so you decide to surprise them at the district.

Instincts - Jay’s past has caused him a lot of trauma in the form of PTSD, and an episode finally breaks your bubble of perfection

High School Reunion - The one girl who hated you during high school just so happens to target your boyfriend during the reunion

Fight For You - Your break up with Jay left feelings unresolved, and so when he sees you on a date with another person he gets very angry

Betrayal - As he’s undercover Jay develops a relationship with a certain someone, little do they know a pregnancy will be a result of it

Limits - Jay cheated on you before and although he’d promised to never hurt you again, there is only so much you can take

Choose Your Lover w/Hank - An Interactive Choose Your Own Path Story - Joining the intelligence unit is nerve-wracking, but what happens when you have a crush on multiple members and they seem to also make advances towards you

History Pt.1 - You don’t know much about Jay’s family but there seems to be a reason for that

History Pt.2 - More surprised lie in wait for you that evening

The Other Woman - She had always been there despite him telling you otherwise

Perception - Sometimes you need to put your heart before your head, especially when it comes to Jay Halstead,

Office Romance? - It's Mouse’s first day in the 21st district. Jay introduces him to the whole team, except you who seems to always be out until you finally meet at Molly’s and completely hit it off

Bed Ridden - Mouse plays carer for the day when you wake up one morning with the flu

Public Opinion - Being a public defender made you rather unpopular, especially with your new boyfriend's co-workers

Night Terrors - One of Mouse’s nightmares takes him by surprise, leaving you to try and help him get through the emotional time

Decisions - Years after your all discharged from the Rangers you all reunite, some in better ways than others

Wake up Call - Kevin works hard at his job so he deserves all the sleep he can get, but sometimes you just want to see him before he leaves for the day.

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thebookreader12345 · 3 years ago

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Birthday Blurb (Greg Gerwitz)

"He's gonna hate us," Jay muttered.

"What? No he won't," I disagree.

"Y/n, he doesn't like celebrating his birthday. He's gonna hate us for doing this," Jay spoke.

"Technically we're not celebrating though," I bring up. "It'll just be him, his best friend, and his girlfriend having a few beers at Molly's. That's it. We'll be fine."

"If Mouse hates me after this, I'm blaming it on you," Jay told me.

"Greg will be fine with it," I state.

"You know, you're the only person that calls him by his first name," Jay reminded me.

"And his parents," I add and glance up at the door to the bar. "Look. Here he comes. Happy Birthday!"

Greg smiled and pecked my lips. "You didn't throw me a huge party? I'm impressed."

"Yeah, well, I figured just Jay and I would make you happy, so here we are," I say.

"Happy Birthday, man," Jay exclaimed and hugged his best friend.

"Thanks," Greg returned.

"First round of beers is on me," I declare. "But Jay, this is like a one time thing. So don't pressure me into buying you a beer every time we come here after work."

"I'll make sure he doesn't. Promise," Greg pledged. So, I went to the bar and grabbed 3 beers, bringing them back to the table in less than 2 minutes.

"I think this calls for a toast," Jay brought up.

Greg groaned. "No. Please don't."

"Shut up," I joke and shove Greg playfully. "No one else is gonna hear it anyways. All right. Here's to Greg, the best boyfriend and friend ever, who, no matter what, always has everyone's back. Happy Birthday."

"Happy Birthday," Jay cheered and clinked his bottle with mine and Greg's.

"I hate you guys," Greg murmured.

"What did I tell you?! I said he'd hate us after this," Jay commented.

"Whatever. Just be quiet and drink your free beer," I instruct.

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final-script · 4 years ago

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RETURN: (Greg Gerwitz x Reader)

Paring: Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz x Reader

Universe: One Chicago

Word Count: 607

Warnings: English is not my first language, I'm sorry if there are misspelled words

With a wounded arm, but finally at home. It had been six months very hard, but they had borne fruit. Your mission abroad had been a success, they had neutralized the enemy. (...) Days after I stepped down American soil, I decided to go looking for who had become a very important person, since our paths crossed in the fulfillment of duty. Greg "Mouse" Gerwits, What is the best person I could have met.

He is the person I would definitely entrust my life to. As it was Saturday today, I remembered that before we got back to the list and met, on Saturdays if they weren't in any case, they were meeting in a bar called Molly's in the evening to have a beer with their colleagues in the unit. So today, hoping they will continue their tradition, I decided to go and surprise him. With as much care as possible, I wore my sling and walked out of my department.

Fortunately the bar was just one street away so I could walk and I wouldn't have to use my car. I had to drive with a single arm and it is most uncomfortable. In a few minutes I was already at the bar. (...) Atwater: I just say, it's not the same.

Jay: And I support him brother, plus you've almost stopped spending your days off here in Chicago. Hailey:Will it be a girl perhaps?? (Mouse's face said it all) Jay: What!? how!? when!? where!? Gabby: Rachel?? (Everyone turned around to listen to the bomber) When turning around they met a beautiful girl at the entrance door, most frowned as they had never seen her.

Mouse: Rachie? ( all eyes now turned to the technology expert). Adam: Wait, you know it!? The boy didn't answer and he looked for the person he didn't see months ago. When I walked in immediately my eyes went to the big bar of the place, where I met who became someone very important to me, after I admitted my feelings for Greg. It was the one who helped me confess to the boy and that thanks to her we are together today.

We met, when she went to work in Washington, later I discovered that Gaby lived in Chicago and knew the intelligence team my boy worked on. Gabb: Rachel?? (Surrounding her bar to be able to hug me) Thanks to God you returned. Rachel: I'm back and this time to stay. The firefighter had no time to react as... Mouse: Rachie?? (coming to our side)

Gaby: I... I'll leave them alone (he said and returned to his place on the bar) Mouse: God, you don't know how happy you make me back (he took my cheeks and my kiss, leaving the intelligence members in a state of shock) Rachel: I came back, I returned my love and this time to stay (kissing it again) Mouse: Cu...when you returned ? how did that happen? (point my arm)

Rachel: On Wednesday, I know it was a long time ago but... I wanted to make sure I was okay to see you and as for my arm, things got a little complicated and I had to go down to help and good... it happened. Mouse: I will not say anything, because I already have you here with me. Rachel: Maybe not but... you could introduce me to your friends, who seem not to understand much My boy smiled at me, took my hand and took me with his friends.

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procrastinatorimagines · 4 years ago

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Officer Down

Fandom: One Chicago / Chicago PD

Character/s: Mouse x Reader

Warning/s: death, grief

Word Count: 2,580

Request: Hi! Can I request Mouse (if you write for him if not Jay) with the song Officer Down by Hannah Ellis? Also I love your work!!

Summary: Mouse gets shot in the line of duty - sorry this isn’t great!

“Why am I even here again?” You laughed, leaning over from the back seat of the squad car Jay was driving, Hailey in the passengers seat flipping through a case file on a perp whose house they were sitting on.

“This guy has a whole host of mental health issues,” Jay explained, looking back at you in the mirror, “figured a mental health professional would be the best person to try and help us bring him back in safely.”

You shrugged, “fair enough, I just wish you’d waited to make sure this guy was even home before you made me sit in the back of your car for hours,” you replied, slumping back in your chair in boredom.

“Sorry about that, but Voight didn’t want any surprises,” Hailey apologises, sipping her coffee as she kept an eye on the house a few doors down from where you were positioned, your car unmarked for the stakeout.

You looked idly at your phone, smiling to yourself as you read the messages from your boyfriend, Mouse, from the morning. You’d had to leave early for this case, and you’d decided to leave him sleeping before he had to head to the district. It wasn’t an overly special message, but he’d told he was proud of you for how far you’d come as a consultant with the CPD, and that he’d show you how much he loved you when he saw you at home later.

The radio sparked the life then, causing you to jump as you all listen. “10.1 10.1 shots fired at the 21st district, that’s shots fired at police, we have a man down, repeat man down, need an ambo and all available bodies to our location we are still taking fire!”

There was no hesitation as Jay peeled off down the road, Hailey radioing to say they were on the way. Shots fired in their house was personal, most of the unit was still there, including Mouse.

Red and blue lights cover 75 like a train Miles of cars, full of people with nothing to say The sun's out, you'd think that it's just another November day Oh and I can't help but be mad, knowing I'll leave and you're gonna stay

You looked at your phone again nervously, messaging Mouse to see if he was alright as Jay rushed to get to the district. It doesn’t take long for you to get there, along with half a dozen other vehicles, blocking the roads as 3 armed assailants try to escape on foot. They’re already being apprehended as the three of you rush in, very much aware of the ambulance and paramedics on the scene.

“Trudy!” Jay yells as they get closer, noticing the blood on her uniform as she stands outside, directing officers. She looks shaken as you call reach her.

“It’s not mine,” she says quickly before any of you could ask.

“What the hell happened?” Hailey asked, looking around at the chaos.

“It was so fast, they just walking in and opened fire before any of us could react, we have officers down and civilians and-” Trudy’s voice catches as she looks at you, like she hadn’t really noticed you arrive with Jay and Hailey until now.

“And what?” Jay tries but her eyes are still on you, her eyes full of sorrow and sympathy. You could guess what that meant, but you didn’t want to, it wasn’t possible. “Trudy.”

She’s about to respond when you get a phone call, pulling it out of your pocket quickly and answering it to find Maggie on the other end. “Hey Mags, this isn’t really a good time right now,” you tell her.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” she says and you know. Between Trudy and her you know.

“No,” you say out loud, shaking your head in disbelief as Maggie continues.

“They just brought him in, I’m so sorry Y/N but you should get here-” You can’t here her after that, or the others, even as Trudy tells them that he’d been shot, Jays face falling in horror as Hailey looks between the two of you. Your heart was too busy shattering.

They called me on the cell phone Telling me there's an officer down And we prayed for a miracle, but you didn't come back around I've kissed you goodbye a thousand times But never like I'm doing right now Oh with twenty-one shots going up for the officer down

“We need to get to Med,” she says, probably the only one of you thinking clearly right now, not nearly as close to him as the two of you.

You all take their car, not being able to get out of the road block without it as she drives, tears blinding your eyes as you try and focus, your eyes ringing, mind filled with thoughts and fears. You should have listened to Maggie, maybe she could have told you more about his condition, but it didn’t matter now, what mattered was getting to Med.

The car door was opening before Hailey had even fully stopped, running into Med and practically falling into Will. “Hey, hey, Y/N, stop,” he grabs your shoulders to steady you as you look around the crowded ED - where was he?

“Where-?” You begin as Jay catches up to you, Hailey close behind.

“Surgery,” Will tells you, “April can take you up but you’ll have to wait.” You take a step back, trying to control your breathing as Will put’s his hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“Do you know anything?” He asks.

“Not much, they brought him in with GSW to the chest,” Will explains, your hand going to your mouth in shock. “He’s lost a lot of blood, but I don’t know the damage, I’m sorry.” He wasn’t just saying sorry for not knowing more, you realised as April came to lead you upstairs.

And so began the longest few hours of your life. You sat on those waiting room chairs as doctors and nurses went by, as well as officers coming and going, paying their respects and checking in on their own. But you and Jay remained where you were, Hailey bringing you guys coffee and updates from the district.

2 dead at the scene apparently, 12 injured, included Mouse and two more in critical condition. but as the hours drew on, those numbers in critical dwindled to just Mouse, the cries of families and collegues haunting you as you waited for news, checking those texts from the morning over and over as you did.

Voight arrived at some point, just as Doctor Marcel was emerging from the operating room. You jumped up then, meeting him half way as he approached.

“He’s stable,” Crockett told you, but he looked solemn as he continued, “but... he lost a lot of blood, and he coded, twice, while we were operating. We have him on a ventilator for now...”

“When is he going to wake up?” Jay asked, practically reading your minds as you wiped your eyes.

Crockett hesistated for a moment, and then said, “I don’t- I don’t know if he will.” You sobbed then, Jay putting his arm around your shoulder as Crockett let you to his room.

Seeing Mouse lying there like that was too much to bare, machines beeping and breathing for him, keeping him alive where he couldn’t on his own. It broke what was still remaining of your heart.

“Y/N-” Voight tried as you sunk into the chair next to his bed, carefully taking his hand, eyes not leaving him for a second. “Y/N-”

“He’s going to wake up, he has to,” you said to no one in particular, or maybe it was to yourself. Why hadn’t you woken him up this morning? Said goodbye? You couldn’t actually remember what you’d said to him the last time you’d seen him in person, what, last night? No, he’d got back late from a case and you’d already been sleeping. You sobbed in frustration, why couldn’t you remember?

Voight kneeled next to you. “He dived in front of a civilian,” he explained and you looked to him, finally tearing your eyes away from Mouse. Jay looked to the ground from where he stood, his eyes closed as he listen to Voight, trying to keep it together. “Saved a pregnant mother,” he told you as you gripped your boyfriend’s hand tighter, cursing him for being so reckless but knowing he never would have done anything else in that situation.

“He’s going to wake up,” you repeated, unable to say anything else. Voight didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t say it out loud, what good would it have done?

Instead he squeezed your shoulder and stood up. “I’ll give you some time,” he said, giving Mouse another look before he left. You could tell he felt guilty, Mouse was his guy, and he was shot in his house, but you knew he couldn’t have done anything about it. Usually you’d be worried about what Voight might do to the men responsible for this kind of this, but right now you didn’t care if buried them.

You knew you probably should, but the man you loved was lying before you, unable to even breath on his own...

Eventually Jay asked for a moment alone to say his goodbyes and you let him, even though you still held onto hope that he’d wake up, but his stats weren’t improving. If anything they were getting worse, but stranger things had happened, there was still a chance, you kept telling yourself, even as Jay walked out, wiping his tears as he kept walking down the hall. He couldn’t stand to be there a second longer, you knew that, and with a nod to Hailey she headed off after him to make sure he was okay. How could he be?

With a deep breath you went back in, knowing you should say something but fearing as soon as you did you’d have to admit that it was over. It wasn’t fair.

You sat with him for a long time after that, remembering all the good memories you had together, trying to prepare yourself for the end. You’d first met him at the district, he’d helped you unlock a missing patient’s phone and asked you out for a drink after that. He’d always been kind, considerate, he made you smile, laugh, everything was better when he was around. What would you do when he was gone?

“Wake up,” you begged, your voice barely a whisper, but it was all you could manage as you pleaded with him, “please, just wake up.” This shouldn’t have been happening, he should have been meeting you at home, you should have been together.

“It’s time,” someone said from the door, had it really been that long? You heard them, knew what they meant, knew, somewhere deep down, that they were right. You’d been in there a long time, and he wasn’t improving.

You knew what he wanted, he’d made an advanced directive a long time ago, back when he was still in the army, and it was one he’d always stood by. Mouse didn’t want to stay alive like this, he’d never liked the idea of wasting away slowly in a bed. He’d want to be remembered how he lived, he’d gone out a hero, not hooked up to a machine.

“No,” you still said, wanting just a little more time, but how much would ever be enough?

“Y/N-” It was Jay this time, he must have come back and sat outside, letting you have your space. He approached you as you stood up from your chair, taking your hand in his own as you reluctantly stepped away from Mouse.

Crockett looked like he’d rather be anywhere else as he stood by the monitor on the otherside of the bed.

After a moment, Jay nodded to Crockett, and as much as you wanted to, you didn’t object. Every part of you hurt, but it’s what he would have wanted, and if you could do one more thing for him you would respect that.

You knew it wouldn’t be right away, he’d still technically be alive for a while after the monitors went off, so you resolved to stay with him as long as you could, at least you could do that for him.

The beeping that followed Crockett unhooking the monitors would haunt you, you knew it would, but the silence that followed him switching them off was deafening. Crockett said his condolences and left again, promising to be back soon when it was over.

Jay squeezed your hand before saying one last goodbye to his old friend, leaving quickly as tears fell from his face.

You didn’t know how long he had so you curled up on the hospital bed with him, head lightly on his shoulder, hoping he’d know that he wasn’t alone. “I love you,” you whispered to him, feeling the tears falling down your face, “I love you.”

I held ya tight when they told me it's time to let go And I know that somehow you knew that you weren't alone

His heart had stopped, you knew that, but you couldn’t tear yourself away from him, knowing that once you let got you’d never get to hold on again.

You were aware of Crockett entering the room and checking for a pulse, aware of him calling a time of death, aware of him trying to speak to you, but it all felt so distant. When were you going to wake up? Lying next to Mouse in bed? When was he going to wake up and tell you that you were having a bad dream?

But he never did.

Someone else entered then, Jay. “Y/N, come on,” he said softly to you.

“No, please, no,” you said as you felt Jay’s hands on your shoulder. Reluctantly, you let him help you off the bed, hand still in Mouse’s as you stood up. Jay kept a hand on your elbow and you were grateful, your legs threatening to give out.

Shakily, you gave him one last soft kiss, tasting the salt from your tears as you did. “Goodbye,” you breathed, unable to take your eyes off of him as you let Jay take you out into the hall, knowing it was the last time, the last goodbye.

You should have had more time, you thought, barely making it out into the hall before you collapsed into tears. Instead of trying to keep you up right, Jay fell down with you, the rest of the unit around you in the waiting room as you broke down into tears. Jay held you tightly, his own tears soaking your shoulder.

It was really over, he was really gone. What were you going to do now?

They called me and told me It's my officer down And I talked to you and begged you, but you didn't come back around I've kissed you goodbye a thousand times But never like I'm doing right now Oh with twenty-one shots going up I wish you had more time with us 'Cause thirty-three years ain't enough for the officer down

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