#because i know will halstead better than anyone

[kiddbegins]

Will Halstead deserved to come home in season 4 to someone that would love and support him through all of his trauma. Not someone that would kick him out of the house his first night back because he bought a gun.

Not that i dont understand why natalie would be hesitant about it but the way will was moved to phoenix for months. from what he said, not able to talk to many people so he was pretty isolated and you can almost 100% bet that all that he could think about for at LEAST the first few weeks was his friend getting killed right in front of him.

he knows that friend’s brother blames him and wants vengeance for it so when he gets back to chicago theres only so much safety he can give himself while looking over his shoulder so of course it makes sense that hed want that protection. now i dont think hed ever actually use the gun. its just not in his nature. he isnt the type to shoot someone, hes the type to save the person that just shot at him.

i dont know. i was looking at the season 4 mid season and return for med and thinking. like will went through hell that season. his dad dying, his friends being criminals under watch of the fbi snd being FORCED to work for them to get the dirt. being taken and almost killed by said friend. witness protection. then he comes back, expecting natalie to fully be there for him and she freaks out that he has a gun and later on breaks up with him.

i know she didnt break up with him bc of the gun itself but will wouldnt have felt like he had to lie about getting rid of it if they hadnt been able to just talk it out and her understand why he wanted to have it.

anywho blah blah blah will halstead deserved better, i love him and i could write him a better love interest and i am

[deanstead]

Low Effort

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: no

Summary: Y/N gets a surprise visit, which triggers some unpleasant symptoms

Word Count: 1k+

Tags/Warnings: mentions of stomach cramps, slight allusion to anxiety, negative emotions

A/N: Long time no see! This is a thing I needed to get off my chest and needed to get the emotions out, so it’s just some Jay comfort/fluff. Also, a warning that I haven’t written in so long, this kind of feels a bit meh, so I hope I haven’t lost too much of my writing touch LOL

JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

You closed your laptop shut, just as your phone lit up with a notification about a new message from Jay.

Sorry, got held up. 10 minutes. Tops.

You smiled, typing a quick response of acknowledgment to tell him not to hurry before you got up, grabbing your bag. You were too fried to continue anything else so you figured you would just go and wait for him. Fresh air was better than whatever was coming through the office vents.

As the glass doors of the main entrance on the first floor slid open and you felt the chill of the Chicago winds hit your face, you sighed. Fresh air was definitely better.

“Y/N.”

You glanced up, your eyebrows naturally bunching together at the sound of a woman’s voice.

As your eyes met hers, you froze for a moment, your brain still processing the fact that she was here.

“Amy?” Her name slipped past your lips before you could stop yourself, even though the only emotion you were feeling at this moment was surprise. There was nothing positive or negative about it.

Amy could feel it in your voice as well. “Can we talk? I’ve missed you.”

You frowned as a cramp shot through your lower abdomen.

“I thought we were better friends than this. Low-maintenance, remember?” Amy said, and you could hear the tone in her voice, the one she used when she was upset or disappointed.

The feeling of indignation shot through you once again.

“Yeah, low maintenance, not low effort.”

Your voice was low but you didn’t let the emotion sway it. You spent years telling yourself that it was just a low-maintenance friendship, that you were both just busy, but you couldn’t ignore the way she’d reappear in front of you only when she needed your support, or when the guy she was seeing was out of town.

You glanced up at the street but hadn’t seen Jay’s car yet.

You exhaled. “Look, Amy. You have your priorities, I get it. Just don’t expect me to drop mine when you blow back into town or when your boyfriend doesn’t have time for you. It doesn’t work that way.”

You felt the cramps intensify and knew what it was. You called it “emotional cramps” with Jay, joking that as long as he kept you happy you’d be fine. Yet, here they were again. Maybe it was because you hadn’t had them in a while, you felt them more intensely now.

You put a hand on your stomach as you looked up at Amy. As expected, she had an indignant look on her face.

“How could you say that, Y/N? I know the fact that I was seeing Trevor was a sore spot with you because you weren’t seeing anyone so I didn’t want to make things harder for you. But now…”

You couldn't even respond as the pain ripped through you once again and you bent forward slightly, your knees buckling a little. You braced yourself for the impact of your knees hitting the concrete sidewalk when you felt his arms around you.

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

Jay.

Amy seemed stunned for a moment before she spoke again, “It must be her…”

“Why’s it acting up?” Jay asked, his entire focus on you as you glanced up at him and quietly shook your head.

Jay glanced up at Amy. They didn’t know each other since you’d met Jay sometime after contact between you and Amy had dwindled to almost nothing. By the time you and Jay had started dating, you’d made up your mind to let go of Amy and this friendship, and it had merely nagged at you a little at the back of your mind from time to time so you hadn’t brought her up.

“Come on, we’re going to Med,” Jay said quietly, pulling you upright.

You glanced at him. “Don’t you dare carry me,” You warned.

Despite the worried look in his eyes, Jay smiled. “We’re going to Will.” He repeated, almost like he was daring you to argue.

You didn’t argue. Partly because all you wanted to do was get out of there but partly because you knew it was useless. Besides, the pain was more intense than you remembered.

Without a second glance back, Jay helped you into the car and drove off, both of you leaving Amy still standing on the sidewalk.

You knew what had triggered the attack, so after getting medication for the pain and cramping, you’d been feeling much better.

“You know I’d be feeling even better if you would stop hovering, Detective.” You said, directing the comment at your boyfriend.

Will smiled as he tapped on the iPad in his hand and glanced at his brother. “She’s fine. Her tests are normal, and it was probably just a one-off stress-related attack.”

You nodded. “I’ll follow up with my therapist, I promise.”

Will ruffled your hair affectionately and you growled because he knew you hated it.

“I’ll get the discharge started.”

Jay was quiet as he leaned over you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You sure you’re okay?”

You nodded, before you glanced back down.

“Amy’s an old friend.” You said, after a while. "At least, she was."

Jay didn’t say anything, so you continued, telling him about how Amy was when she started dating anyone, and it only progressively got worse. “And it’s not about seeing her often, you know? It’s just…”

Jay nodded. “You didn’t feel like she cared.”

You sighed quietly. “I just… it got to a point where I realized she didn’t care. I was a friend when she needed me, and when she didn’t, I just… didn’t exist. And apparently, to her, that’s me being sore.”

Jay just took your hand in his, gently stroking your fingers.

“But I just realized it was better to have no one than to be treated that way, so I just…”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” Jay said quietly. “Listen, someone who gives you low effort doesn’t deserve you. I don’t care who they are. Anyone who makes you feel this way doesn’t deserve even one percent of you.”

You looked up at him and smiled, a little sadness hidden behind it.

“I guess seeing her today just brought it all back, you know? And then it triggered all those emotions and then my stomach cramps decided to join the party.” You made a face.

Jay smiled quietly back at you. “But you know what? You’re not alone. At least not anymore.”

You smiled and leaned forward for a hug. Jay perched by the edge of the bed, pulling you gently into his arms and you buried your face into his shoulders, feeling his arms encircle your entire body.

“I know.” You whispered.

Jay kissed the top of your head. “Good.”

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Second Time Is the Charm

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Word count: 1,211

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Summary: Jay meets the Reader, Hailey's best friend, when she's meeting Molly's for the first time after having moved back to Chicago.

Disclaimer: I don’t 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: Still not in my best writing but I hope you like it!

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

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"Hey, guys! This is my best friend, (y/n) (y/l/n), who I told you about! She just moved to the city a few weeks ago, so, be nice!" You heard your long-time friend, Hailey, warn her coworkers, who she always swore by to be some of the very best people in Chicago.

"Whatcha sayin', Detective Upton? I'm always nice!" a tall guy, who you recognized as being the one Hailey'd had a fling with some time ago, exclaimed, feigning offense.

They all are very sympathetic to you and you can see how they managed to get Hailey's friendship so easily. But there is one person who stands out from the rest of the group. And you just can't help yourself but to stare at the handsome guy who Hailey said is her partner. The famous Jay Halstead. You do know that it's impolite to basically ogle him like that but you. Just. Can't. Stop. He might just be the most beautiful man you've ever seen and that's saying a lot since you'd already lived in many places and had already met lots of hot guys.

Maybe you were dreaming or something but it seemed like he, too, was taking a few glances at you. But you must've been imagining 'cause he never made a single move your way — not that you were dealing any better with this sort of crush.

The hours ticked by faster than anyone there would've imagined with all the friendly chit-chat and the stories being told but, when you noticed the time, you decided it was time to go home, so you announced: "Hey, guys, thanks a lot for tonight! It was really nice meeting you all, I had a blast! But now I think I'mma head home."

"What? No! I can drive you there later," Adam started but you cut him off:

"No need for that, really. I live nearby and the walk home is gonna be good for me!"

"But going alone this time of night…" Kevin trailed off.

"Well I was thinking about heading home too and I'm also gonna walk. So maybe we can go together?" Jay asked, speaking directly to you for the first time in the whole night.

Not really knowing how to politely decline that one, you accepted: "Oh, um, okay, that'd be nice."

"It's really nice of yours to offer to walk me home, Jay. Thank you again." You said in an attempt to break the ice.

"Yeah, no problem. You know I like making myself available for the community!" He said with a wink? Was Hailey's partner seriously trying to flirt with you? "So, back at Molly's everyone explored a lot why you came back to Chicago but I wanna know what made you leave it in the first place, 'cause you went to college here, with Hailey, right?"

"Uh… yeah, we were roommates, actually. But I left for many reasons, the main one being a wish to see what the world had to offer. Which wasn't very hard since I can easily get a job pretty much anywhere I want…" You answered, leaving out the part about how your ex had humiliated you into leaving the city just to put as much distance between the two of you as possible.

"Hmmm, I see. But you said work had you moving back?"

"Yeah, well this was an exception because I was being offered a better position in case I came here." And because now you'd already gotten over what happened with your ex.

"Then which one is your favorite city so far?" There he got you, you always had a hard time picking favorites…

"Hmmm, maybe Amsterdam?" You thought that it would be a smooth way to do some flirting of your own. "It can be a very romantic city…" You started, "and I've always seen myself as a romantic, hopeless or not…"

"Oh, is that right?" The detective asked.

"Yeah, well, what can I say if everything romance just makes me happy?" You said, looking up brightly at him. Before he could muster up an answer though, you realized where you were, "Oh, that's my building right there!" You exclaimed pointing at the building across the street. But just as you said it you found yourself being sweetly and longingly kissed by Jay, which caught you completely off guard.

"So…" You started without really knowing how to continue after the kiss.

"So…" He imitated while nervously scratching the back of his neck. "I guess it was a bit awkward to just kiss you like that-"

"No! I, uh, I liked it!" Gosh, you sounded like a teenager, " I mean it wasn't bad or anything."

"Then maybe you'd be okay with giving me your number?" He asked.

"Yeah, sure!" Once again, teenager, dammit! "I, uh, what I mean is that I wouldn't mind it if you wanted to call me sometime, detective. You know, just making myself available for the community." You repeated his previous words with a wink.

"Huh! Careful with those empty promises, ma'am," Jay said playfully.

"Who said anything about empty?" You countered.

"Okay, then… Just know that you might be getting a call from me sooner rather than later." He half confessed while shaking his head.

"Looking forward to it!" You shot back and turned around to walk towards your building. Just as you were about to take the first step though, you decided to take a last glance at him, saying: "Have a good night, detective." He didn't answer, you didn't give him time to. But, as you were almost at the building's door, you heard your phone starting to ring and decided to pick up, since it wasn't very common for you to get calls at that time of night. "Hello?"

"Hi, uh, is this (y/n) (y/l/n)'s phone?" You heard Jay's amused voice on the other end of the line and instantly turned back around to see him, still standing on the other side of the street, purposely in your eyesight.

"Really?"

"You said to call at any time-"

"Hmmm…"

"And I just couldn't wait!"

"Are you making fun of me right now?"

"Not at all!" He quickly responded. "I am, actually, inviting you to grab coffee with me one of these days." At that, your heart started beating faster and you could only hope that he wasn't able to hear it through the phone. "Or, you know, lunch, dinner, whatever you prefer!"

"I, uh, I would love to, Jay." Was all you could answer, as the flirty banter suddenly seemed pointless. "I would love to grab coffee or lunch or dinner with you sometime!"

"Okay. That's, uh, that's great! So, maybe this Saturday? 9 o'clock?"

"Yeah, sure! That sounds good! Just let me know where you wanna me-"

"Nope, nuh-uh, that's not happening! Just be ready by then and prepare yourself to be surprised!"

"Jay, I-"

"Not taking no for an answer! Goodnight to you too, (y/n)." He said and hung up, waving at you as he continued his path. Meanwhile, you went upstairs thinking about Saturday and about how you'd snatched a guy like that on your third day back in the city. Maybe Chicago wasn't as bad as you remembered it anymore...

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Who is a girl dad and who is a boy dad: Matt Casey, Kelly Severide, Brian Otis Zvonecek, Jeff Clarke, Sam Carver, Will Halstead, Ethan Choi, Connor Rhodes, Crockett Marcel, Jay Halstead, Adam Ruzek & Antonio Dawson?

Before I answer this I want to remind everyone that I don't currently write for Chicago Fire. I probably won't ever do reader inserts for it just because I'm not a huge fan and I feel like that show died a painful death around season 4. But I will attempt some of the headcannons that hit me the right way. This one was just too fun to pass up.

I didn't do Sam Carver-Sorry I didn't make it to season 11- I stopped at 6/7ish.

I also want to say of course I think they would be good with the other gender too. I just wanted to pick one to be fair to the question. I spent way to much time on this and made them way longer than necessary lol. Hope ya'll enjoy and thanks for the ask <3

Will Halstead: Boy Dad!

I think Will needs to have a son. I think raising a mini version of himself is exactly what the doctor ordered (pun completely intended). We all know that Will has a stubborn streak a country mile wide and that when he gets an idea in his head, he can't let it go. Could you imagine that in child form? His red headed little boy going through a stubborn streak where is sure that any green food is icky because he didn't like peas. How about when he wears his basketball shoes to bed every night of the season because he is sure if he doesn't his team will lose? A son would teach Will to be more flexible in his viewpoint because his son will challenge his- well everything. The questions his little boy will ask with have Will rethinking things he never thought to question.

The main reason I think Will needs a son is that he can heal the wounds his dad carved into him. He gets to understand the struggles of raising a child with a personality like his own. It helps him better understand his father's frustration but he also never felt more disconnected from the man. Because Will could never understand the need to make his child feel the way he did growing up. Disconnected and a disappointment. Will raises his son the way he would have wanted to be raised- with understanding, acceptance, and praise. No one is prouder of their son than Will Halstead is. And with all that love, attention, and support Will gets to see his son not only live his life but thrive in it.

Ethan Choi: Girl Dad!

I don't think that surprised anyone. Ethan is a hardass veteran. He is all structure all the time. He kept getting better as time when on but you know what would push him along and make him absolutely melt? A little girl with dark hair and lashes. He thinks he will be a strict parent-and when it comes to school and safety he is. She will learn how to protect herself and have good enough grades to do anything she wants when she graduates.

But when it comes down to the little things Ethan has a hard time saying no to his little girl. Because she is warmth and innocence. She is the biggest smiles and climbing onto his lap to cuddle. So does it really matter if her clothes don't match because she loves them. And who really cares if they have dessert before dinner on occasion. And how can anyone say no to her staying up late so that they can have father daughter time- even if it is just them rewatching Star Wars for the millionth time.

Connor Rhodes: Girl Dad!

Connor absolutely spoils his little girl- not with money- but with attention. He doesn't want a nanny or money raising his baby. From the very beginning he makes a promise not to miss a single doctor's appointment and he nearly keeps it too- an emergency trauma caused him to miss one ultrasound. He takes the full paternal leave that is offered through work to bond with his blue-eyed little girl. He barely puts her down not wanting to miss a minute. His daughter is the biggest daddy's girl. Her first word is dadda and she says it nonstop for almost a month.

When he goes back to work, he books mandatory time with his daughter. He goes to at least three tea parties a week. When she gets a little older, they share a hobby of making food. It starts out with her helping him cook and trying recipes together. When she starts forming a preference for baking the dynamic changes slightly. They teach each other recipes and are a dynamic dinner duo. There are some growing pains. Connor struggles with his little girl not needing him anymore. He has tears in his eyes when she tells him, "I will always need you daddy."

Crockett Marcel: Girl Dad! (This is also just true to the show)

Crockett cherished every moment with his little girl. When she is a newborn, he holds her constantly and lets her sleep on his chest. Then he starts using a baby wrap to carry his daughter and be hands free. The long stretchy cloth was supposed to be a gag gift and obnoxiously bright fluorescent colors with a bold feminine print, but Marcel wears it with a smile. (It was a gift from Ethan to welcome him into the girl dad club. He included a gray one too, but Marcel only wears the bright on around work and his collogues.) The constant affection because a habit and his little girl has a hard time falling asleep anywhere but daddy's chest.

Crockett is a constant picture taker as his daughter grows. He phone memory is maxed out with pictures of her. He teaches her to speak Farsi. Every important or emotion filled conversation between the two is spoken in Farsi. Every tragedy, accomplishment, argument, exciting news, heartbreak and success. There is a comfort in words and bond the word share between the pair.

Jay Halstead: Girl Dad!

Jay fully embraces being a girl dad. He dresses her in the cute girly outfits. He learned how to take care of and do her hair. He never found a braid or hairstyle he couldn't master that his little girl wanted. He even kept extra hair ties in his wallet because she was constantly loosing or breaking them. He let her paint his nails bright pink and yellow while he watched the sea hawk's game. He always got up to do the dance parties and twirl her around. He never complained about playing dress up or wearing a taira or a brightly colored feather boa. And he was always willing to give up his half of the bed so that she could cuddle up with him after a nightmare or just because she got lonely in her room by herself.

Jay is a supportive dad. He does everything in his power to give his daughter the confidence to do anything and everything that she wants to. He wants her to feel safe enough at home that she can be daring (but not unsafe) in her choices. She can go against the grain, and he will still be proud of her. He supports her when she wants to play softball instead of do ballet. Then supports her when she decides that she like science and then when she hates it. He just smiles and buys her lava soap and Gojo pumice hand cleaner when she decides to take an automotive class instead of economics. The only thing that Jay struggles to be supportive of is when his little girl starts dating. He reconned her first date he watched her twist the guys wrist back when he tried to grab her butt then storms away after giving him a piece of her mind. Jay is proud of her boundaries but feels guilty for spying- even though he didn't get caught. He stops spying on dates but can never stop himself from giving them the talk with his gun and badge on his hip (Even well into her twenties).

Adam Ruzek: Boy Dad!

Adam had a good relationship with his dad growing up. He knows what a good dad looks like. His father sacrificed a fulfilling career to be able to be there for his son. Adam struggles with not being able to do the same. He misses games and holidays. His son says he understands but it is clear in his eye that his is disappointed when Adam doesn't show. But he makes up for it because when Adam is there- his all in. He helps his son practice his slap shot and cheers the loudest at his son's hockey games, he helps him with homework (even when he doesn't understand it and has to google it, gives him advice on girls (even when he doesn't want it), and checks him when he needs it.

It takes a lot for Adam to hard check his son. His son is a good kid- even if he does tell him at 10pm that he needs a posterboard for his school project that is due the next day and it is worth 1/3 of his grade. But when his son vandalizes a store with an Asian owner to get in with the "cool" crowd Adam loses his shit. He might even be madder than the store owner. His son thinks he is kidding about the consequences- Adam is a cop surely, he can get him out of trouble. Adam makes him stay 24 hours in holding, then has to apologize to the store owner. The owner doesn't press charges. He has to clean up his mess and the rest of the store and work to pay off any damages- even those caused by his "friends", and he is grounded indefinitely. His son learns the lesson the hard way, but it sticks with the added bonus of falling for the storekeeper's daughter.

Antonio Dawson: I cheated with this one because he actually has a son and a daughter. So instead of picking I'm doing a paragraph for each.

Antonio is from a large tight knit family for better or for worse. That means for the first few months his fighting to be the one that gets to hold his little girl. He practically has to steal her from his mom, Gabby, and all the other female relatives. The only thing that is to his advantage is that his little girl loves him. Whenever she sees him she is always saying and reaching for daddy. She is a beautiful, happy baby with dark curls and brown eyes. Antonio buys a new gun and then another, and then another. He figures he will need them all by the time she finally finds someone worthy of her to settle down with.

Antonio raises his son with the expectation that someday he will be the man of the house. He wants his son to know responsibility and how to take care of himself and other. To stick up not only for himself but for others that can't. He teaches his son to be aware (but not fearful) of his surroundings. Antonio's son takes all of it to heart. When Antonio gets a call that his son had laid out a bully for teasing a shy bookish girl. Antonio doesn't scold his son whose suspension ends up being more of a vacation. He just asks if he put his weight behind it and pats his son on the shoulder when he said he had. When the shy girl starts coming over to help his son with his homework almost every day, he isn't surprised to walk in on them making out on his couch. He is, however, surprised when his son brings her to his boxing gym to show off and that shy little girl throws one hell of a punch.

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz: Girl Dad! (I added this one)

When he finds out that you are pregnant Mouse is afraid when he finds out that the baby is a girl, he is terrified. His daughter is so small and fragile. When she is placed gently in his arms his world changes. He has spent enough time at war to know that it is always the woman and girls that are at most risk. How could he possibly protect her from everything when there were so many bad people in the word. Mouse dotes on his little girl but keeps her close. He has worries that civil fathers don't. When she becomes weary of other people and children at age two clinging to his leg he wonders if it was his fear that was passed onto her. Even when people assure him that it was the typical age for stranger danger. Mouse painstakingly (and with Jay's help) starts to change his behavior. He doesn't want his little girl to have the anxiety and hypervigilance that he has to deal with. As Mouse eases up he watches his little girl's personality bloom.

She gets downright spunky. She is curious too. She learns technology with a swift ease. She spends a good deal of time on her daddy's lap and the clicking of a keyboard is relaxing. Mouse had found that it could help put her to sleep even on her crankiest days. He doesn't scold her when she starts taking things apart to put them back together. And while he does help and assist, he swears his daughter picks up most of her coding knowledge from just watching him. As she gets older he starts hacking her computer and phone to leave her cute little messages. When she is a teenager, she finally manages to hack his highly secured system back (She had the advantage of him being the one who taught her) When she goes to Tech school she is leaps and bond ahead of her classmates. Nobody is surprised when she ends up on government watch list and is soon offered a job. They want her on their side.

Matt Casey: Boy Dad!

Matt's son is his little buddy. Matt has wanted a baby for so many years that he is ecstatic when last little bundle is put in his arms. He does everything he can with his son and his son wants to do everything he does. He is his son's idol. He always wants to be at the fire house. He dresses up as a firefighter for Halloween for five years straight as kid.

Matt tries unsuccessful to keep his sons interested broad. He wants his son to at least consider other options, maybe going to college. His son is hellbent on going on being a firefighter. And Matt stops pushing after he threatens to go to the police academy instead. His son excel at during his training and Matt is so proud when his son graduates the academy.

Kelly Severide: Boy Dad!

Kelly's son is a mini version of him. Full of energy, testosterone, and charm. Kelly raises him with good manners, treat woman right, and to be respectful of authority. He also teaches him to question and act when the authority isn't doing their job, or something doesn't make sense of needs to be changed. Kelly's son is popular and plays football. Kelly goes to every game, and he know his son has a real chance at football scholarship but knows he is does not want to further his education and that he wants to follow in Kelly's footsteps to be a firefighter.

Kelly's son is a player. He goes through the girls in his high school (and multiple others). Kelly doesn't say anything- how could he when he had his own Casanova phase that took up a large portion of his life. His son should have fun as long as he is using protection. His son never brings any of them home for him to meet. None can seem to hold his son fickle attention. When his phone rings at midnight he expects a slurred request for a pickup not a fully sobered "I found her."

Jeff Clarke: Girl Dad!

Jeff's daughter is his princess. She is a tenderhearted happy little girl. He calls her the light of his life. They live in Hawaii, so everything is a slower pace. Jeff gets to enjoy the time with his daughter with nothing to rush him. They spend hours in the sun and on the beach playing in the sandy and splashing in the waves.

When his daughter is five, she demands to learn how to surf after a friend takes her out on their board. Jeff thinks it might be a phase- her just wanted to do it because she sees it every day. It becomes apparent very quickly that isn't the case. His little girl loves the ocean and asks him to go nearly every day. Jeff does one better than just taking her and learns how to surf too so they can do it together. He isn't great and she is much better, but she loves going out with him. He just loves seeing her so happy and at peace. It doesn't hurt that it he can keep an eye on the surfer boys that get more and more interested in her as she not only gets older but better on her board.

Brain "Otis" Zvonecek: Boy Dad!

Otis is a nerdy dad. He is the dad that does the Starter Pokémon test when he started to crawl (Charmander) and pick his Hogwarts house (Hufflepuff). Otis starts him young on all the classic movies and shows. Otis buys Legos for the two of them to build together (way before his old enough to really help. Otis reads to his on every night that he gets to put him to sleep. They start with short stories but as he gets older, they quickly switch to chapter books and Manga.

Otis doesn't know what to do when his son starts having trouble in school. When he is told that his son has a learning disability, he doesn't know what to do. Otis never had a hard time with academics he blew through his classes without much effort. He can see the absolute frustration in his sons face when he is struggling to read. Otis tries to help but his son, but it only seems to create more friction making the problem even bigger. The break though comes when Otis finds out his son's anger is a cover for his embarrassment and feeling like a disappointment. When his son accuses him of thinking he is stupid Otis' heart shatters. His eyes are water when he tells his son that he is one of the smartest people he knows- he just learns different his son breaks down and hugs him tightly.

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13 - Greatest Date Ever

Part 14

Dr. Redheaded Neighbor

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Slipping on a light red dress that fell down to my ankles Will and I had called into work for the evening so that we could have the whole time to ourselves. Maxon was being watched at the Firehouse by Brett so we had no real worries. Hearing a knock on my door I pulled it open shaking my head at him. “You know you wouldn’t have to knock if we were living together.”

“I know but I like the idea of coming over and not knowing what you’re gonna wear on date night.” He chuckled standing in the doorway. “You look beautiful by the way.”

“You look nice too.” I eyed him and down dressed in some dark blue jeans and a black dress shirt. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in a full on suit but I bet that is a sight to see for sure.

Will held out his hand for me to take. “So shall we head out for dinner?”

“We shall, Dr. Halstead.” Placing my hand in his he rolled his eyes.

“I’m not at work, Mal. Just call me Will.”

Clicking my tongue I closed my door and locked it behind us before we headed down to the lobby area of our apartment building. “Uh Will we might have a slight problem.”

“Shit!” He cursed under his breath running a hand through his hair. “This is not what I had planned for tonight at all.”

Raising a brow at the auburn haired man beside me. “What’s so special about tonight?”

“I wanted to take you out to dinner. I wanted to buy you your favorite dessert before we went to the fairs wheel that you’d told me you’d never been on. And then I’d - it’s not gonna be here. Come on.”

I giggled when he grabbed my hand dragging me back to the elevator and we headed right outside our apartment doors. “Will! What are we doing - what are you - oh my god.”

“Mallory, I know you haven’t been in my life since we were kids. But it feels like I’ve known you my whole life. You know me better than I’ll probably ever know myself. You are beautiful, smart and funny. And I’ll never get tired of your sarcastic remarks. But all in all, it’s your kind heart and love for helping people that drew me towards you and Maxon. So will you please marry me because I love you so much.” He had himself down on one knee with a tiny black box opened in his hands

Covering my mouth with my hand I laughed through happy tears I couldn’t truly believe this was happening right now. “Yes. Yes, Will.” He slides the ring on my left hand that he was holding onto.

Will rose up from the carpet floor kissing me deeply. “You’re not thinking we’re going too fast I’m guessing.”

“Not at all. Now kiss me, Halstead.” Looking up into his eyes I wrapped my arms around his neck bringing him in for another kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist where we just held onto the other, deeply kissing and pulling at the clothing of the other until we broke the heated kisses for air.

Will held my face in his hands seeing a weak smile cross my face. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Will , I’m there’s something I need to tell you before we do anything further.” He nodded opening the door to his apartment where we stood near his bedroom after removing our coats and boots at the door.

“What do you need to me, Mallory?”

Closing my eyes I paused for a moment worried that he would laugh at me or worse. Regardless of him being my best friend I knew that he had slept with other girls. I mean he’s attractive and an ED doc at Med, what girl wouldn’t want to be sleep with him. “Will, I’ve never slept with anyone before. So, before we went any further as an engaged couple, I thought you should know that I’m a virgin.”

“Mallory don’t think for a minute that it’s a bad thing. You’ve been waiting for the right person.”

Draping my arms over his shoulders I sent him a genuine smile. “And now I have. It’s you, William Halstead.”

“You’re my person too, Mallory Easton.” He leans down cupping my face in his hands and I deepened the kiss threading one of my hands into his ginger hair.

I broke the heavy kiss nuzzling my nose with his whispering up to him. “Will, I – I want you to take my virginity tonight.”

“I’d say we should wait until the wedding night, Mal-“

Cutting him off I passionately kissed him, gripping the fabric of his dress shirt in between my fingers until I broke the kiss declaring to him. “I love you, Will. I don’t want to wait till the wedding night. I’m not worried we’re going too fast, we’ve spent a long time to get to this moment. So I wanna sleep with you tonight.”

He kissed me back passionately and he gently dropped me down to the bed. My back hit the soft silk sheets before I rose up from the bed staring at him softly and brought a hand to his cheek stroking it softly. He leaned into my touch, and he lifted his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground.

"I'll go slow with you." He reassured me, grabbing my hand with his. "We can stop anytime if you want. I don’t want to make you do anything you’re not comfortable with."

"I want to do this." I said, wishing my heart would stop beating so rapidly like I was scared.

My best friend still silently looked at me, slowly kicking his shoes off. "You're sure you wanna do this?”

"Yes. I want you to be my first." My hands started to trace his form, I began to run his fingers up and down his chest softly while I began to feel his hand start to crawl underneath my shirt. He lifted my shirt off my head, throwing it to the ground only once breaking the kiss

He hovered over me and brought his lips down upon mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and embraced more into the kiss. I felt a hard rock positioned at my lower religion, he placed his member at my center and looked up at me. "Babe, this will hurt a little. Just tap my shoulder twice if you want to stop."

He nodded and aligned himself against me before thrusting into me softly , I hissed out in pain as I felt him breaking through my wall, tears began to well in my eyes. "I’m sorry, Mal. I promise once the pains gone you’ll enjoy it." He moved slowly against her, I bit down on my lip hard trying to bear through the pain.

Within moments I felt the pain suddenly vanish and began to feel pleasure. I began to move against him and leaned up pressing my lips down upon his. I came moaning out loudly as I felt a wave of pleasure come over me. He came seconds later as I felt him emptying inside of med, both moaning and groaning until we fell back onto the mattress together.

"Will, can I ask something of you now that I’m your fiancé?” I whispered cuddling up into his chest giving us time to catch our breath.

Will stopped moving his fingers through my tousled hair. “Anything.”

“I don’t want to wait for the off chance that I may or may not come back from serving for our country again. I want to marry you before I am deployed. I want to become your wife when I have to leave with Maxon. Can you do that for me?”

Will’s soft gaze scanned over my face before he touched the side of my face bringing my lips up upon his gently. “I’d want nothing more than to call you Mrs. Halstead as soon as possible.”

“There is one more thing that we need to take care of. I’m finally gonna have to meet your brother Jay.” We kissed for a few minutes until a thought came to my mind where I broke the kiss running my hands up his bare chest.

Will tilted his head suggesting a place to start. “How about we have him meet us at Molly’s?”

“That sounds like a great idea.” I grinned up at him before he placed his hands on my hips, rolling himself onto his back so I was on top. Connecting my lips with his again we got lost in one another for the rest of the evening.

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Will- Babies Birth Alphabet

A= Aftercare After Birth (How they act after you finish giving birth?):

Will would hold the baby in his arms refusing to put them down after they were born. He was just so in love. He also wanted me to rest up as much as possible.

B= Baby (Who is the baby more like? The baby's personality?):

The baby is the complete opposite of what Ella was like when she was born. The baby is quiet and only really grumbles when hungry. Looks wise I can definitely see more Halstead genes in them.

C= Care Taking (Who takes care of the baby more? Do you have someone else take care of the child?):

We take turns as much as possible but with Wills job it's hard since sometimes he will be working late or early or even through the night. Ella is fantastic though always wanting to help.

D= Delivery (How they act when you are in labor, do they stay in the room or outside the room?):

I managed to have a water birth which was so much better than when I had Ella in the hospital. My midwife came to mine and Wills house when I went into labour. Will took Ella to Jays place to stay the night and the next day. Will having done this before was great. It was like having two midwives with me rather than one.

E= Emergencies (How do they act when something happens to the baby? If something happens during labor how do they react?):

Delivery went well. The baby was born healthy.

F= Friends/Family (Who visits you in the hospital?):

Since we had the baby at home, Jay and Ella are the first to come over, followed by Erin shortly after. After giving Ella a week to adjust we allow more of our friends to come over a few at a time.

G= Gender(s) (What do you have?):

The baby is a boy that we named Alex.

H= Hair Color (What hair color does the baby inherit):

Alex definitely inherited Will's hair and eye colour. Definitely a Halstead boy.

I= Illness (How do they react when the baby gets sick for the first time? How about when the baby is ill for a while?):

After a few months Will and I notice a few red spots developing on both Alex and Ella. Chicken pox. Much easier to deal with when it comes to Alex, but Ella won't stop scratching so we make them both wear mittens.

J= Job (When do you go back to work?):

I go back to work 6 months after giving birth. Alex goes with Will to the day care at Med.

K= Kisses (Do they kiss the baby?):

Yes Will loved showering the baby in kisses, so does Ella, but both of us won't let anyone else kiss Alex.

L= Love (Do they fall in love with the baby right away? What do they love the most about the baby?):

Yup. Even Ella fell in love immediately (even though she wanted the baby to be a girl).

M= Movement (How do they react to baby first crawling and walking?):

It was just as magical as when I first saw Ella crawl and walk. Will worries about the house being properly baby proofed.

N= New People (Taking baby to meet the rest of their/your work colleagues.):

I took Alex to meet my coworkers when he was 5 months old. I wanted to wait until the chicken pox had cleared and then time just slipped away.

O= On Time (Are they there by time you go into labor? Do they arrive before or after the baby is born? How do they feel if they are late? Is the baby on time?):

He was there the whole time. I was induced so within 2 days baby was here.

P= Pain (How do they react to seeing you in pain due to the contractions? How do they handle seeing you in pain during labor?):

Will was fantastic giving me words of encouragement. He would wipe my forehead with cool cloth.

Q= Questions (Do they ask the midwife a lot of questions? Do they keep asking if they are doing something right when they are doing something with the baby?):

No he knows what's happening and what to do.

R= Resting (Do they get a lot of rest when the baby is born? Do they stay awake at night worrying about the baby?):

We both rest well. Neither of us worry to much because what's that going to do? Baby sleeps in our room with us until they are a year old so we can keep an eye on him.

S= Singing to the Baby (Do they sing to the baby, or do they listen to you sing to the baby? What is their favorite song to sing to the baby?):

Both will and I sing to the baby. Ella loves singing any Disney song she can think of not only to Alex but to me and Will as well.

T= Talking to the Baby (Do they use baby talk?):

Will definitely uses baby talk when he thinks no one will listen.

U= Underneath the Man/Woman's Heart (How do they truly feel about having a child? Do they feel as though they are ready for a baby?):

Will loves being a dad. He said he felt ready the moment he met me.

V= Vision as in Supervision (Do they keep a close eye on the baby? Do they have someone watching the baby at all times?):

Yes, but not in a overbearing way. If Alex has a cold Will knows exactly what to give him to make him feel better.

W= When the Baby is Born (What day is the baby born. Are they off work? At work?):

Baby was born on a Tuesday at 8:32pm

X= X-mas (What's their first Christmas like?):

Our first Christmas was magical. Ella and Alex both got spoiled rotten by me Will and all our friends.

Y= Yawning (How tired do they get when dealing with the baby? Their reaction to the baby yawning?):

I get more tired than Will does. When Alex yawns Will puts him down for a sleep and makes sure that me and him take a nap (although Ella wants to usually play, she will come and join a nap for an hour or so).

Z= ZZZ (How much sleep after the baby is born?):

We all sleep pretty good.

[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

For the Anonymous Ask that sent in the question about if I'll be continuing the Herrmann/Halstead Production series: Tumblr posted my answer before I was ready and then it kept not letting me reblog with my full answer so I'm going to give it a try here! Short answer: yes - I have many plans for this series and I will slowly, but surely, continue to work on it. I updated the latest installment last week. Click here to read it in case you missed it.

A longer explanation here:

I realize that was a yes or no question which is why I put the short answer above, but here is the nuance, not just for you, Anon, but for anyone else who might have been wondering:

I know that there was a big gap in the updates for this new installment and updates will continue to be slow. I definitely got a bit burned out on the series - I love it, but writing almost 400K in less than two years was a lot. Creatively, taking a break was good for me. It gave me a chance to rethink where this installment was going and I feel like I have a better plan in place going forward. I've also had a lot going on in my offline life - family and work stress - and that made it harder to get in the mindset for the series, especially for the tumultuous part of the storyline that we're in.

And yes, I also fell down a bit of a 9-1-1 rabbit hole writing BuckTommy fic. I can't help myself. They're really fun to write for. Which brings me to the really, REALLY honest part of this. I got burned out and I also got a bit disheartened. I know that the OneChicago fandom is small and getting smaller every season with how some of the canon storylines have been going, but it can be very tough to be a fanfic writer in that space. I sincerely do not want this to come across the wrong way because I am so appreciative of everyone who has given the story a chance and been on this whole adventure with me and Bex. But part of the truth is that I started to get sad.

Every time I posted a chapter from the recent installments, it felt like interest was going down. There are a couple of true blue regulars who always leave a comment or do delightful reblogs on Tumblr (you know who you are and I hope you know how much you mean to me) and a small, regular crew of readers who leave kudos. But I kept seeing the hits for each chapter be around the same amount and the number of comments decreasing. (I know kudos is a more complicated metric which is why I'm focusing on comments here, but they've decreased over the last few installments too.) It left me feeling like either:

people weren't enjoying the story anymore and had stopped reading which is totally their right

people were reading it out of habit and not engaging as much any more

people were still reading it and enjoying it and just not responding as much anymore for whatever reason (Just getting used to chapters appearing maybe? Because there's been so much of the story?)

As far as the first option goes, it bums me out when people lose interest and I worry about it being a reflection of my writing (there's definitely been some spirals), BUT people have every right to move on when a story isn't working for them anymore. I do the same thing as a reader. It is what it is. Thinking that it could be the second or third options, however, really started to get me down. I know there's been a lot of the story to get through and I hope if you're still reading that you've been entertained.

The thing is: I do this for FREE. In my spare time and I share it with you all because it's fun and I hope you'll get some enjoyment out of it as well. It's supposed to be fun, anyway. It started to get less fun (because of all of the reasons and worries listed above) which is a good part of why I slowed down. And then I wrote that first fic for 9-1-1 on a whim and I kept on writing over there because holy moly, were people ever responsive. I know it's a bigger fandom, but people comment on ao3 and reblog on Tumblr! I was shocked at the response.

That's what fandom is supposed to be though! Sharing and talking with each other. Creators don't put stuff out there just to be silently consumed by others. They need to get that energy back in some way or the well runs dry. If you enjoy something in a fandom, you need to TELL those creators. Writers, artists, gif-makers, video-editors - everyone. Again, this is NOT directed at those of you who have been engaging with the H/H Production series. If that is you, please know that you are a large chunk of the reason why I WILL keep working on the series. We're in it together at this point. 😂

If you're someone who has been reading this whole time and has rarely/never left a comment or reblogged with tags or engaged in other ways, I'm not telling you all of this to make you feel bad. I just think that people don't always understand the effort that goes into writing these stories and how even the smallest comment can go a long way.

I don't need a novel as a response. I truly just want to know that you liked it. Or if a part made you laugh. Or if you have a guess about what's going to happen next. Anything.

All of that being said, I have a plan - I have story lines that I do want to see through so I'm going to continue. (Mouse and Bex need to get that date at SOME POINT.) The pace is just going to be considerably slower. I'll work on it as it sparks joy and sometimes that might mean it'll be a few weeks before an update. I've got real life deadlines I have to meet so those take priority and like I said, I'm also having fun splashing around in other fandom waters. I'll probably keep bouncing around WIPs for the foreseeable future. The H/H Production series will always stay in the mix though. I can promise that.

I hope this explains things. I realize it's a lengthy reply, but it felt like one of those moments where I really wanted to share a bit more about life on this side of the screen. Thanks for the check-in. I hope you stick around for more of Bex's adventures and please feel free to say hi anytime. ❤️ Kay

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Can you do mouse agender please?

"Hey, Jay?" He says the words slowly, carefully, unsure of himself even in this moment where's he's decided he should tell someone, and if there's anyone in this world he trusts the most it's Jay Halstead.

"Yeah?"

"Can I talk to you? Uhm, about something kind of important."

Jay is halfway through his lunch, and there's a smear of sub sauce on his cheek, and it's so fucking endearing.

"Yeah, man, absolutely. You know you can talk to me about anything."

Mouse knows, unfortunately, how categorically untrue that is, because they don't talk about the war, or Mouse's addiction, or his parents, or Jay's mom, or Jay's dad, or - but this, maybe, this is something they can talk about. It's a relatively safe space, even in a relationship filled with land mines from traumas left behind.

"That's the thing, actually. I don't think I'm a man."

"Eh?" is all Jay says, and Mouse chuckles.

"Yeah, well, I've been thinking, you know, and it's hard to explain, honestly, it's just something I feel. When I think of, you know, men and the idea that society wants to put us in, or, me in, I don't want it. I don't want to be seen as a testosterone-crazy masculine figure. But, I also don't want to be a woman. I've never thought that, but I also have never wanted to be a man. So, I did some googling, and some research, talked to some friends down at Sidetrack, and they mentioned being agender?"

"A gender? Yeah, man, that's what anyone is."

"No, not, not separate words. Agender, one word. Meaning, like, without gender. Like asymptomatic or asymmetrical, you know?"

"You don't feel like you have a gender?"

"Yeah, I guess? Like I don't fit into all these preconceived notions of who I should be based on the body I was born into, like I could be masculine and feminine without it meaning I'm a man or a woman?"

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah, Mouse, I don't get it, but I don't have to, do I? It's not my gender, or whatever. If this is who you say you are, then that's fine. That's who you are. I've never had a problem with that, you know that. You're Mouse, and you're my best friend. If you change your mind, or find a better term, or want to go by something else other than Mouse, let me know."

"No, Mouse.... Mouse is who I am. I think that's why I've kept it, even after we were discharged. It's been my little flag of something different. I'm not a Greg, but I am Mouse, this something outside the norm."

"Alright then. Sounds good to me. Can I finish my sandwich now or do you have any other revelations you need to drag out of the closet?"

"No, that was it. Oh, uhm, I'm still using he and him for my pronouns, but I wouldn't be offended if someone used others for me, like she, her or they, them."

"Noted."

"Hey, Jay?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks, man."

"You don't have to thank me, Mouse. You decide who you are, it's my job just to be here for you."

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DON'T BLAME ME || 4 || Jay Halstead x Thea Rhodes

Synopsis: Theodosia Rhodes, the youngest daughter of a big-time Chicago CEO, needs a husband of her own choice before her father makes that decision for her. Jason Halstead, newly-made Intelligence detective, needs a wife to inherit his portion of his mother's inheritance.

Warnings: Allusion to smut, but nothing outright excluding sexual thoughts. Mentions of arson, kidnapping, murder, rape; allusion to childhood trauma, suicide, cancer-related death; descriptions of vehicular accidents including, but not limited to, car-on-car collision, car-on-truck, train; outright familial/parental pressure; portrayal of misogyny and misandry; Elli's speech downgrades and upgrades a lot because I'm not around kids 24/7 (thank god). Read ahead at your own risk.

THEA

The socialites I grew up with always were—and likely always would be—gossip mongers. When they weren't out spending Daddy Dear's money, they gossiped about the lives of others.

Half speculated Jay had gotten me pregnant, and to keep up Dolan Rhodes' public image, he married me so the child wouldn't be born out of wedlock. The other half suspected he was after my money—why else would a "no-good rat with nothing to show" marry into one of the most prominent businesses in Chicago?

Most Chicago socialites shared one braincell and smarts rarely worked in that one cell. Most, because I still had good friends from high school that were smarter to think I was pregnant, or my husband wanted my money. Especially a detective.

Jay was a kind man, better than half of high society's socialite boyfriends or fiancès. At least he had some decency to make it clear he didn't love me like a husband should, nor would he take advantage of the fact we were married to get into my pants.

"You know if I was him, I would've slept with you in an instant." Shay insisted, leaning against the back of the sofa as I scrolled through articles on my laptop. I'd originally been ordering new air masks for the team, but Shay wanted to snoop on the society I grew up in.

Gabby snorted, "you would've slept with Teddy even if you weren't married to her."

I had to agree with her. While I was into women, Shay was too close for me to think about a romantic relationship with, even just as friends-with-benefits. And considering we worked together, things would've ended awkwardly in the long run. We both knew that.

"Told you he was a good one." Gabby pointed at me. "Makes a good husband by the sound of it, and your family's alright with him. Your sister likes him, and your father hasn't said anything."

"Because he knows I'd just ignore him. As far as he's concerned, I'm in love with Jay." I snorted, turning back to my laptop. "Nothing beats a love match in high society."

Otis pointed at the articles popping up at the bottom of the website open. "You didn't say you're an heiress."

DOLAN RHODES HEIRESS FINALLY MARRIED.

RHODES HEIRESS MARRIED TO A DETECTIVE.

WHO IS DET. JAY HALSTEAD? WHY HAVE WE NEVER HEARD OF HIM?

The last title piqued Cruz and Otis' interest, both nagging me to click on it. As we do, photos the press took from the wedding infiltrate the screen.

"The wedding Theodosia Rhodes and Jason Halstead has been the talk of Chicago lately, with many speculating that Detective Halstead married into the Rhodes family for a piece of the money. Why else would a Canaryville native marry one of the richest young women in Illinois?" Cruz read out loud.

"Because he needed a wife?" Gabby deadpanned.

Cruz continued. "Dolan Rhodes doesn't hire just anyone. Marrying the second child of CEO Cornelius Rhodes would certainly give Detective Halstead the jump into getting his own store.

And let's not forget the dramatic difference on childhoods between the married couple. Detective Halstead grew up with one older brother in Canaryville, while Lieutenant Rhodes grew up as the older of two twins with an older sister. Rhodes' mother died by suicide when she and her twin brother were only ten years old, and Halstead's mother passed when he was 23 and deployed."

"Of course, my mother is brought up again." I grunted, sitting back as Otis took my laptop.

"Detective Halstead is made out to be a loving husband, but would he be there if something happens to the lieutenant?"

"Like any of these pampered poodles would be there if something happened," I rolled my eyes, watching Mouch jump channels.

Most calls happened during the day—people were awake then, and more likely to get in trouble. So we had the night to ourselves.

Which, with firefighters, meant sleeping.

Unless you were a 20-something newly-married lieutenant with a pile of paperwork to do that should have been done when you were on your honeymoon, but wasn't.

I needed popcorn to get me through it, since having Pride and Prejudice playing on my computer required popcorn. I knew we had some left over from a few days ago, so I snatched it from the shelf and put it in the microwave.

"Rough night?" I heard Herrmann's voice ask from behind me. When I nodded, he continued. "How's the marriage going?"

"In all truth, Herrmann, I don't know how it's meant to go. I mean, my mom and father's marriage was pretty much so there'd be good-looking kids guaranteed and a smart heir to the company."

He raised an eyebrow with concern etched on his face. "Is that what you want?"

I shrugged. I didn't know. "Jay told Brooklyn he wanted an amicable partner and a fine marriage that his mother's lawyer would believe, just in case that it took forever for the will to be done. I just wanted my father off my back."

"Do you want a fine marriage, as Halstead calls it?"

"What's with all the questions, Herrmann?" I frowned, taking the popcorn bag out of the microwave and emptying it into a metal bowl.

"I just worry about you, kid. You know you and Gabby are like daughters to me." Herrmann sat with me at the round table. "I can tell something's bothering you, and it's a different look to just paperwork."

I sighed. "I don't know how to be a good wife, much less a good girlfriend. I broke up with Chief Jones' son purely because my father didn't like him being a firefighter."

"I think that break up was more than your father's opinion."

"I don't know what I'm doing, Chris." I stuffed a few popped kernels in my mouth. "I offered myself up for him to sleep with me on our honeymoon and he turned it down."

Herrmann gave me a sympathetic smile. "He's a good man for you, Teddy. He's not taking advantage of a situation he knows you don't know anything about." He grimaced briefly. "Cindy might have mentioned your lack of...preparedness of marriage."

"Gee wow. I love Cindy and all, but—wow."

"She was hoping he'd take it as you only wanting your father off your back and nothing else, and it worked." He excused. "He knows you're doing as well as you know how. I'm sure he'll say something if he wants more out of this arrangement of yours."

I offered him some of the warm popcorn. "Thanks, Herrmann. You have some good advice—some."

"I'll take it." Herrmann shrugged. "Finish that and get some rest, kiddo. Can't have our Lieutenant Rhodes falling asleep on a call."

"You and I both know I could never!"

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JAY

I knew the apartment would be quiet without her home, but I didn't think it would be quiet enough to hear a feather drop. Especially with housekeepers around.

I couldn't help but call Brooke. I needed someone to talk to and staring at the roof was driving me crazy.

"It's 3-freaking-am. You better not tell me someone's been murdered, because that'll be Voight in half an hour." Brooke's voice hissed through the phone. She was a cranky one whenever she got woken up from her sleep.

According to Thea, that was all Severides. Including Brooke's niece, who slept near all day anyway. Severide was alright with me taking her for the 24 hours he and Thea were working, but so long as Brooke was around and Elizabeth had gone back to Brooke's after we spent time together.

"Is that Mommy's husband?" And to say that little girl loved me was an understatement. Thea had been cautious about introducing me to her so soon, but Elizabeth had delighted over the wedding, and Brooke had to stop her from running after Thea's car when we left for the cruise.

"Yes, say hi to Mr. Jay."

"Hi, Mr. Jay! Do you miss Mommy too?"

I laughed at her question. Not because it was an outrageous thing to think, but it was true. I slept in the same bed with Thea for three nights, and I was missing her. A large, quiet apartment was a lonely one. I was used to living in my own, but I guessed that expecting someone home soon was what made me uneasy.

"I do. Your mommy's fun to be around." I answered truthfully.

Elizabeth let out an agreeing hum. "Mommy is fun. She lets me dress up and do things Daddy won't let me do."

"That's because Daddy says no, and you go to Mommy and she can't say no to you." Brooke snorted, and I listened to their play tussle over the phone. "Thea says she's always wanted a daughter, so when she and Kelly met Elle at the hospital, she immediately offered to help raise her. When Claire met her, she'd mistaken Elle as her sister's baby.

"Apparently Elle looked like Thea when she was a baby." It made sense, she still looked like her mother. Even if Thea didn't give birth to her.

Brooke excused herself, putting her phone on her bedside table, as she took Elizabeth back to bed. When she came back, she was getting a call from Kelly and said goodnight.

So I went back to staring at the ceiling. Then I looked at the bookshelf, glancing over the book spines. I recognised a couple Thea had been reading last week, and there were a few gaps between the book sections. Of course, separated by genre because—as Thea put it—she's not a monster.

I remembered her tour she gave of the apartment, and her showing me the spot on the balcony I was absolutely not allowed to stand on at any given time because the wild birds that visited her claimed that is their spot and she usually left seed out in the mornings she had work.

I'll put some out when I wake up, so she doesn't have to worry about it when she gets home.

One of the other bedrooms—there were five—was turned into her office where, if she wasn't doing CFD paperwork, she was reviewing store reports or resumes for potential store employees. The other four were the master bedroom—hers—mine, Elizabeth's and a spare room. We'd briefly discussed it'd be our future child's room, but she promised she wasn't expecting anything right away.

"CFD Firehouse 51, Lieutenant Rhodes' office." The house phone blared, and I almost forgot it did that. I rolled over to answer the phone on the bedside table.

I was expecting it to be her assistant when I'd answered, but her voice was instantly recognisable. "Did I wake you up?"

"No, I haven't been able to sleep." I excused. "How's work?"

"It's the usual, kid up a tree or in a hole he dug himself." She let out a breathy laugh. Thea went quiet for a moment, "lost a vic earlier."

"I'm sorry, Thea. That's rough."

She hummed. "I figured if anyone understood, you would." I couldn't argue with that, even though if I had to be called in, it was too late. We talked about stuff like that. "We have an engagement party to attend next week, an old friend of mine from high school. Loose term."

"Do you want me to buy an engagement gift?"

"No, no, she's got everything she could ever want and if she didn't, she could just ask her fiancé for it anyway. Just wanted to make sure you knew." I'd imagined social events would be a key feature of this marriage, and Thea had told me as such, but I'd figured nonsensical, baseline events like charity fundraisers where we'd only run into a few people she knew through her father.

She knew the engaged couple, so I'd have to act like I know her more than I actually do.

Make Brooke write a list of everything she knew about Thea.

"You can just wear a dress shirt and pants with your work shoes if you want," she continued, sitting her phone up on the desk as she opened her laptop. "What colour shirts do you have?"

"Uh, blue, black, and white—the one I wore at the wedding."

She hummed, and seemed to scroll through a website on her laptop. "We'll go with the white—if you don't mind—and I'll see if I can find a dress to match."

"Don't you have a dress picked out?" I asked, and Thea explained couples matching was the bride-to-be's thing. And likely the theme of their wedding. "Do you need me to do anything else?"

"Act like you're in love with me. I don't know how hard it could be, but I'm sure you'll find out."

The firehouse bell rang, and Thea said goodbye before hanging up. Act like you love me.

If I needed to put on a show in front of rich people, I could at least embarrass myself in front of friends first.

Brooke liked the idea of taking Elizabeth to see her mom and dad after work, so I convinced the girls to come buy flowers for Thea. Elizabeth led the way, of course, pointing out that her mother loved pink flowers and we settled on roses.

"Do you like Mommy?" Elizabeth asked, as Brooke strapped her into her seat. "Daddy says he likes Mommy a lot, and I asked him why he didn't marry her, but he doesn't like her that much."

"Because your mom and dad are best friends, like Mr. Jay and I," Brooke reasoned. "They love each other just as much as they love you, but it's a different love than you're thinking of, Sweet pea."

"Mommy and Daddy are best friends?" She looked at me with her little brown eyes sparkling. "Are you and Mommy best friends?"

"Someday, maybe. But we are friends. I used to be with Aunt Gabby."

Elizabeth giggled, "Auntie Gabby is funny. That's why Mommy likes her so much. Do you still like Auntie Gabby?"

"She's a Severide, naturally curious." Brooke smiled, sitting in the driver's seat. She looked at her niece in the rearview, checking if she was ready to see her parents.

When we arrived at the firehouse, only a few of the crew were sprinkling out and I recognised a few from the wedding. Thea's team, if I remembered them correctly. Elizabeth bounced at my feet, waving at her mother's team who happily waved back, and Brooke scrolled through her messages.

"They always take the longest; doesn't bother Elli though." Brooke snorted, playing a video showing her niece. Before long, her little voice squealed as Kelly and Thea walked out the apparatus doors with Casey and Gabby in tow.

As she ran towards them, Thea crouched down and opened her arms. "Principessa! Do you come to pick us up with Auntie Brooke?"

"And Mr. Jay has something for you!"

"I don't think you were supposed to say that, Elle," Kelly laughed, playing with her hair as Thea held her. He smiled at Brooke and nodded at me in greeting as we stopped in front of them.

"Aren't they pretty, Mommy?" Elizabeth meant the flowers, but Thea kept staring at me.

Kelly slipped his daughter from her arms with a "Tedd, I'm not an expert with romantic gestures, but I think you're meant to say something."

"Thank you," she squeaked. With a cough, this quiet Thea faded away. "You didn't have to."

"You're my wife."

Gabby practically squealed with Shay—Elizabeth's godmother—behind her and she gave them a side glance.

"I don't think I can do a big grand gesture every time I pick you up, but I can at least bring you flowers in a colour you like." I reasoned. Husbands who liked their wives did romantic gestures for their wives all the time, right? Sure, Thea was a means to an end and so was I, but it didn't mean I shouldn't bring her flowers or make her breakfast when I could.

Thea smiled, letting out a breath, before pointing at her BMW parked in front of the house. "I drove here."

"That's fine, I'll take Kelly and Shay home," Brooke laughed, passing Elizabeth to me. "Since it's your 48 hours with Elli, I'm sure Kelly won't mind her being with you."

Kelly and Thea gave each other silent looks—one which likely said I'd be a dead man at some point—before he agreed. He said goodbye to Elizabeth, and waved a goodbye to me as well.

Elizabeth fiddled with my collar as we walked to Thea's car. "He'll get used to you being around Elli. We agreed it was up to her if you're in her life, and she wanted to meet you, so he's adjusting."

"I'm fine with him not wanting me around Elizabeth, I understand. I wouldn't want a man I barely know around our young daughter either." Our?! Why did I say our?! Why did I assume we'd have a daughter?

"Mr. Jay missed you last night, Mommy. I bet it was really cold at Mommy's House without you there." She looked at Thea from the back seat. "He called Auntie Brooke because he was lonely."

"Because he and Auntie Brooke are best friends, principessa."

The ride home was mostly quiet, the occasional mention of something random from Elizabeth in the backseat. When she asked for snacks, Thea reminded her that there were snacks at home.

Getting to the apartment was less of a hassle with her around, since Doorman Willy recognised her from a mile away. There wasn't any triple checking to make sure we lived in the apartment, and Elizabeth enjoyed her lollipop as we rode the elevator.

Thea let out a sigh of content as she dropped her bag beside the door in the entry, fumbling with her keys to hang them on a hook with T etched into the holder. She'd gotten a J put above my key hook once I'd gotten the spare key, and a new spare was being made for her to give Elizabeth in ten years.

"Jay will put a show for you, and I'll get some snacks ready, okay?" When she received a nod, Thea headed into the kitchen. The apartment wasn't overly big, the kitchen and living room being open, with three bedrooms on the main floor and a loft above the kitchen. A laundry room was across the corridor to Elizabeth's bedroom along with a bathroom between them. Thea's ensuite was between our bedrooms; mine would become the spare bedroom whenever someone outside of Firehouse 51 and the unit would come by, and we'd move some of my things like photos into her room.

Thea set down the snacks in front of Elizabeth. "I'm going to figure out some dresses for upcoming events. You're fine to watch Elli for a few minutes, right?"

"Mommy runway!" Her daughter cheered, holding a carrot stick in one hand and a cookie in the other.

"Okay, let Mommy pick out a few dresses and you and Jay can rate them."

Elizabeth wiggled up onto the sofa, patting the cushion beside hers and eagerly signalling for me to sit down. Her mother had skipped off to get into some dresses.

The first was a pink off-the-shoulder dress that reached her mid-thigh, with bubblegum-like sleeves connected over the chest. It complimented her skin tone well, and thanks to her morning runs and her job, her legs worked with the dress rather than against it.

"Pretty Mommy!" Elli clapped her hands together excitedly.

Thea thanked her, giving her a curtsy as well as the dress would allow.

"It looks beautiful on you." I agreed earnestly. There was no point in lying—especially since she was warming up to me—and even a toddler could see she was beautiful.

We continued Thea's fashion show before Elizabeth became sleepy and was put to bed. "She was probably keeping Brooklyn up all night," Thea laughed, making sure the bedroom door was fully closed. The in-house chef mastered away at lunch, as we settled on the sofa.

We decided on a movie to watch, and sat in silence. Nothing inherently big happened, and we swapped watching the movie to being on our phones occasionally. "I've got a new candidate," Thea grunted, slumping further into the sofa.

"I thought Casey got the candidates."

"I sometimes get the chiefs' kids or the captains' brothers. They'd rather their candidate family members get 'better' training from a 'higher' officer." Thea rolled her eyes. "It's a load of bull, but at least it gives us something to do. Someone new, as well. Chief Jones' kid."

Why'd that name sound familiar?

Thea nodded beside me, "yes, one of my exes' little sister. She's a total sweetheart, but I think having a chief for a dad and officers for brothers gets to her head a lot of the time."

"You'll knock her down a few pegs, and get her into shape." I tried to reassure her, but I don't think she wanted it as she kept looking at her phone. I just thanked God that I wasn't in-charge of anyone too, and continued watching the movie.

[k-k0129]

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thank you for the tag lovely @pappydaddy

relationship status: single and ehhhh idk if im looking or not. Unless there's an opening to be a celeb crush of mines girlfriend

favorite color: Green!!

favorite food: Any pasta dish or a good chicken wrap

song suck in my head: Ladies in LA By Zachary Gordon (yes the kid from diary of a wimpy kid and hes hot now) and JAMEZ Or Scotty Doesn't Know By Lustra

the last thing you googled: How to make homemade alfredo

time: 6:39 PM

dream trip: England or Canada because I have online friends in both places and Id like to meet

last thing you read: Bitten series by R.L. Stine

last book you enjoyed reading: Fix her up by Tessa Bailey

last book you hated reading: Bitten Series by R.L. Stine which is unusual because Stine is a great author I just didn't vibe with the book as much as I had hoped

favorite thing to cook/bake: Tater-tot casserole because its so fast and easy to make and comfort food

most niche hate/dislike: Bananas. I absolutely hate bananas. no further questioning please

opinions on circuses: I was in a play about one and it was cool. I don't mind Circuses but sad they aren't super relevant as they used to be. I loved the one circus episode of criminal minds tho.

do you have a sense of direction: NO its better to leave me as your last option to find our way out of things. I end up finding my way out of things by accident.

d&d character: Sadly don't have one but I'd love to get into it because its honestly pretty cool. I played a demo campaign like two years ago that was really cool so I wouldn't mind it again.

Who should carry this on? I'm not going to to tag anyone but if you stumble upon this go ahead and do it!

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[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

How many kids do you see Will wanting with his wife

I ended up going way overboard with his. (sorrynotsorry)

Hmm, I always see him with at least two. When you grow up with a sibling I feel like you want your children to have the same exerperance. The good, bad, and ugly.

I think three would be his lucky number. Two boys and a girl.

The first boy would be Will's payback. He is stubborn, hardheaded, and a fast learner. When he is young, he will cling to his dad and become like a second shadow. He wants to be just like him. But as he gets older, he tests his boundaries and tests them hard. He is smart and has a sharp tongue and sarcasm that matches his Uncle Jay. There is never a doubt that they love each other, but the teenage years are rough. His firstborn is just a little too much like him and it causes them to bump heads more than once. He watches his son go through his rebel stage with absolute fear. He starts drinking and gets arrested at a party thrown in an abandoned building. Will was furious when picking up his son from the station. He would never admit the humor of watching his still-drunk son arguing legal logistics- and winning- with the arresting officer. Will isn't surprised when his son passes the bar and becomes a hotshot lawyer. Even all the sass and arrogance doesn't stop him from having a soft spot for the people who need him. He does more pro bono work than everyone in his firm combined and then some.

His second boy is wild. Will spent his first six years arguing with himself about whether he should put his hyperactive son on ADHD medication. When he takes his son in for a broken arm after trying to flip off the monkey bars he knows he needs to do something. He puts him on medication. And it works his son is calm and thrashing through the house like a hurricane and it is a breath of relief for Will. But his son is miserable and it doesn't take long for Will to see. His son stared blankly at the TV. Will talks to Daniel who poses a brilliant solution. Will signs his son up for gymnastics. The schedule is more than intense but it improves his overall quality of life. His grades improve, he sleeps better, and he becomes more engaged with his family. When he abruptly withdraws from the family Will becomes concerned. The conversation doesn't go as either Halstead expects. Because his son's dirty little secret isn't dirty at all. And Will couldn't think of one thing he could care less about than his son being gay. The partners he picks for his first few years, however, are less than desirable.

The girl would be the youngest and absolutely his little red-headed princess. A complete daddy's girl and Will would be wrapped around her finger. She was as sweet as her temper was bad- she is a ginger after all. Her face dotted with freckles and her hair a mess of curls. She was rough and tumble- having two older brothers to keep up with does that to you. A princess that fought and acted like a tomboy. Will couldn't get her out of her Halloween fairy wings for over a year. As she got older and started wearing makeup and liking boys. Her dad and brothers became unbearable. Nobody she liked was good enough. Then she decked Thomas Grant in her freshman year after he grabbed her butt. She got suspended but her dad and brothers gave her some breathing room to talk to boys. They tried not to hover too much- but they were still threatening anyone who made a move on her. She was Will's science girl. And unlike him, she applied herself through school. Will would have helped pay for it but she had a full ride to college. She ends up following her father's footsteps for emergency medicine but goes the surgical route.

[skilledxmarksman]

“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You did everything you could.”

Even after everything that Hank had done to them, everything he had put them through, Jay had still tried his damn hardest to save the man's life, to do what he could to keep him alive until help arrived. He'd even risked his own life to save Hank's and why? After everything the man had done and put him through. Because Jay Halstead was a better man then Hank Voight. But still the guilt ate at him. He blamed himself.

He stood, covered in Hank's blood, watching as the body bag containing the older man's body was now loaded into the ambulance. He wasn't really aware of his surroundings, his eyes not leaving the black body bag until the doors of the ambulance closed with a loud slam.

He looked like hell, covered in all that blood, none of it his own, but no one else knew that yet but him. He turned to find Hailey there, and of course she could tell what he was thinking, knew what he was feeling. She was his wife and his best friend and knew him better than anyone except for maybe his other best friends and part of Jay's unit, also on the scene but they hung back, knowing Hailey stood a better chance of reaching him now than even they did.

"I should have done more." He said, even though deep down he knew that he had done all he could. It just hadn't been enough.

[overnightheartbeats]

"Yeah, guess she can't," he concurred. Isaac could hear the hint of irritation in his voice. He couldn't blame him. Eli had retired years ago; they were adjusting to a semi-different life. Now, without giving them much of a choice, he dragged them back in. Not that Isaac was glad that it was his friends she chose to vaguely threaten, but he couldn't deny there was a bit of relief that her threat was not targeted at his sisters or aunt. These two, for better or worse, were better prepared at handling whatever it was. The girls? Not so much. "Like you said, we have the upper hand there. She doesn't know about your previous, or current, connections to the agency. Still, let's hope it doesn't come to that. I'll be on my best behavior." After all, that was the whole thing, wasn't it? If he got out of line or insinuated the wrong thing, then there was trouble. If he was the perfect boyfriend, then everything was back to normal, or as they knew it at least.

Isaac gave thought to his question, trying to think who else he had told. The list he was coming up with in his head was fairly short, but he still provided Eli the details in case he was not seeing something. "Well, you guys. Inez, Emma, and my aunt obviously. Unit Chief Halstead because I took some days from work, my partner Keating, and Director Weiss." All trusted people, according to Isaac. No reason to suspect anyone really. Brows furrowed in confusion as he tried thinking of possible reasons he could be the target, or what they could possibly want. The only thing he could come up with was his work on one of the last cases he took on. He hadn't uncovered anything significant. That's why the case ran dry, so it couldn't possibly be that. "I hope that's not the case." His vulnerable points were debilitating, more so than he should allow himself. "Life long commitment, and yet I don't see a ring on my finger," he mused dramatically.

She listened attentively while drawing loose circles on the back of his hand. When his mind began connecting dots, it was best to let him do so without interruptions. Though what he said, was making sense in her brain. With Isaac’s new information, it was certainly painting that way. She knew he was mostly thinking out loud, but the thought of someone threatening him made her tense up momentarily. He was right, it was an effective and quick way to get her to do anything. Because she would, for him. They had probably figured Isaac out in a similar way, long before he understood himself. "You're right. It’s all pointing to him, Nettie is looking more like wrong place, wrong time. Well, that and her previous connection to Jazz probably isn’t helping. Hm, they have more than they need. Nettie’s pain points, and his too, it seems.” Yet, she hadn’t struck. Things were technically still normal. The only reason they had even caught on was because Nettie told them about her past with Jazz. And so, that was the biggest mystery. What were they after and why play the long game? “Still, whatever it is, she’s really scared. That’s why she asked to stay tonight.”

"How many bottles caps do you have there?" he questioned in between chuckles as the second one landed on his head. If he wasn't hiding behind Laurel, he would've returned the favor by now. Laurel nodded and offered a small smile of encouragement to accompany Eli's words about how Nettie didn't hate him. "Certainly didn't feel that way tonight," Isaac challenged, though he knew that probably earned him another bottle cap. To that, Laurel chimed in. "Isaac, be serious. You parade Jazz around the apartment, and you still want her to confess her love and jump into your arms?" Not a bottle cap, but certainly hurt like one, Isaac thought. "Jealousy," he scoffed at the thought. "No. Just pointing out the actions aren't matching what I'm hearing here. But, say it was jealousy. What good is it now? I can't exactly break up with my current girlfriend, can I?"

"Of course," came the response from Eli. "It was either that or a spouse. Can't really threaten herself." His tone took on that trace of annoyance. If anything he knew this wasn't Issac's fault but it still didn't mean he couldn't feel annoyed at the fact that this was actually happening when he had left that life behind years ago now. "Well, looks like she's the one who should be careful not to throw that gauntlet. She strikes first we claim no responsibility to what happens after."

"Mm." Was all he said to that. "Could be in house. You gave your schedule to anyone else? Who knew besides us that you were heading back home again? Either you have something somewhere that they want or you're the target." He stopped playing with her hands and looked up at him. "Or just studied your most vulnerable points." Just like Eli, Issac's Achilles heel was family. People they cared about. He couldn't help but laugh. "Life long commitment to both of you."

"Unless, it's actually Issac and by proxy Nettie is the one caught in the middle. Think about it, if someone had beef with you who would they go for. You, the trained agent and person who knows the value of having just one bullet at the ready and meaning of sacrifice or the person you love who in their eyes is the sacrificial lamb. Quickest way to get you to do anything is threaten me." He was just talking it out loud with her, didn't have any real substance to how it'd actually go but in his mind it made sense. Why go to the harder target when the easy vulnerable one was right there.

Eli chuckled and threw a different bottle cap at his head. "She doesn't hate you. If she did she wouldn't stay here. She'd have left a long time ago. You're a knucklehead but hasn't turned her off. Bastian? Is that a hint of jealousy I detect?"

[urxsavingxgrace]

Muse: Jay Halstead

Plot: Jay is on Voight's shit list and he's benched from the current case because of prior incidents with the offender and a restraining order in place.

A/N: Kinda like that episode with that Ronnie guy the child abuser.

"This is bullshit! Voight benched me. I know this suspect better than anyone. He's a violent offender and he's walked on two charges already. This is not even remotely fair! Hank is a dick for benching me. Goddamn it!"

[poppadom0912]

Hi can you do 62 the reader has a 2 year old sister and Jay Halstead trite her like she is he’s

62 'Ladies love a guy who's good with kids'

Characters: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warnings: Very slight mention of a minor, minor death.

*****

Today was just a normal day but then your babysitter never showed up and just when you were going to leave the house, she texted saying she was so sick to the point her mother took her to the ER. You replied with a short but quick message, whishing she got better soon and there was no fault on her behalf.

Due to that little mishap, you were now an hour late to work and had no choice but to bring your sister in with you.

Your baby sister, Riley, was only two years old and has seen the district but never been there with you for the entire day, only visiting on occasions when desperately needed; a police station was no place for a baby.

You had never known your dad and never planned on getting to know him, but your mom had been a constant staple in your life, so when she suddenly died after giving birth to your sister, it took a lot to get back on your feet, but you did.

At this point, you were more of a mother than a sister to Riley, easily being mistaken as such by strangers but even the two-year-old knew that you were her big sister, the best in her eyes.

"Remember, you gotta be good, okay?" You crouched down, pushing back her loose strands of hair behind her ear while she nodded her head enthusiastically.

"Let's go!" You said encouragingly despite Riley already bursting to the seams in excitement since she knew she was getting to spend the entire day at work with her sister, something she never did.

Holding her little hand that clutched your two fingers, you walked her into the district that was bustling with life. The scene was nothing but ordinary for you but for a two-year-old, it was overwhelming so before anything drastic could happen, you quickly approached the front desk where 21st beloved Sergeant was standing, hands on her hips as her eyes zeroed in on you.

"Your late."

"I know, I know." You stressed, nodding your head down to the child besides you causing Trudy to lean over the desk, making eye contact with your kid sister who was staring up eagerly, her tiny hands waving at the older woman she recognised.

"Hi!" Riley waved at Trudy, smile brightening up the entire precinct and you bit back a smile at how fast Trudy changed up; Riley was one of her few weaknesses, everyone at Intelligence knowing Riley since the day she was born.

"She's with me today." You told the desk sergeant. "So, whenever we go out..." You trailed on, not mentioning leaving because as soon as Riley heard you were going to leave, she would become clingy and wouldn't want to let you go.

"I got her." Trudy nodded, waving her fingers at Riley as you thanked her, walking up the stairs as slow as Riley needed, her tiny legs only managing so much.

While her eyes were glued to her footing, you looked up as you entered the unit and smiled at the filled desks, everyone sitting around doing nothing but paperwork; it was a slow morning which was a good thing for you.

Before you could announce yourself, Riley squealed in delight, looking around the room and finding familiar faces that she grew to love in her two years of life.

Her squeal caught everyone's attention, heads snapping up in your direction, smiles painted immediately.

Her smiled was blinding, letting go of her tight grip of your hand as she waddled over to the approaching group; arms wide open for anyone to pick her up, first come, first serve.

"Ay! Little Miss Riley, look at you!" Adam pushed his way to the front, lifting her off her feet and into his arms as everyone circled around to fawn over her.

"Hey." You smiled, nodding at Jay before your attention was solely focused on your baby sister so he couldn't see the pink on your cheeks that you got from looking at him.

Jay reciprocated the exact same feelings you had for him but due to life, and that the two of you were cowards when it came to love, neither of you confessed and it would remain as such till further notice.

Taking notice of his wandering eyes, Hailey elbowed him causing him to jerk, looking at his partner incredulously. He rubbed the 'sore' spot and asked, "What was that for?"

"You were staring." She pointed out the obvious, his attempts of covering himself up falling on deaf ears.

Jay rolled his eyes, looking back at the scene before him, watching Riley babble in Kevin's arms as she 'explained' a story no one could interpret, the man nodding and replying with nothing but enthusiasm as though he completely understood.

His eyes unconsciously drifted over to you, and if it wasn't for the loud babbles of Riley, he would've continued to stare. By no means was he a stalker or unhealthily infatuated by you but he was enamoured and wanted nothing more than to be by your side.

"Pro tip." Hailey said under her breath so that only Jay could hear, taking noticed of his green eyes glued to your short figure.

"Ladies love a guy who's good with kids."

Jay snorted with a hint of disbelief but as the next few minutes flew by, watching how you were basically a helicopter mom to Riley and wouldn't let her do anything remotely dangerous, he was starting to believe she was right.

Future Jay would forever thank Hailey.

[marshmallows2345]

impulsive (jay halstead x greg gerwitz x fem! reader)

summary: an impulsive confession leads to some office fun ;)

Content Warning: smut, oral sex(both m and f receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, creampies, office sex, Mouse and Jay being their lovely selves :)

a/n: this was almost 5k words??? huh?? oh well, enjoy! and requests are closed, at least until i get chapter one of my multi chapter(the first one for me!) fic "innocence" out !

Tagalong.

You had gotten that nickname in the Rangers from Jay and Mouse, because everywhere they went, so did you. All three of you were best friends, always getting into trouble together. The other members picked up on it, and before you knew it, that was your new name. It was stupid, but because it was cute, you let them call you it. The nickname grew on you though, and you ended up fully embracing it. You even started to miss it, when Jay and Mouse had gotten a medical discharge and went home early. Then, you were a lonely Tagalong, without anybody to tag along with. 

You came back home, though, and when you got back, your boys were there. Your boys missed you, you could feel it in the way they hugged you at the airport, how they wouldn’t let you go. They picked you up, helped you out when you were down. Through your struggles, they had your back, and you had theirs. Whatever you needed, no matter the hour, they were there for you in more ways than one. You were their Tagalong, and now, now you were back, with no plans of leaving. 

Now, you worked with both of them in the Intelligence unit within CPD. You were a good detective, and a good asset to the unit. You brought a certain spunk, a certain charm to the unit. When you got paired up with Jay, it was like fate had brought you two together again. Both he and Mouse called you Tagalong, but they made it clear that they were the only ones allowed to call you that. You backed them up, not wanting the nickname to come from anyone else but them. The team respected your wishes, especially given the fact that the nickname came from your time in the Rangers. 

There was one small problem with working with them. At times, the two of them could be a bit on the overprotective side. In the Rangers, you were Tagalong, the little sister of the group. But now, you were the same Tagalong, but you weren’t the baby anymore. You were new, but you weren’t a baby, and in Intelligence, there wasn’t room for that anyways. But Jay and Mouse were still protective of you. You’d never admit it, but secretly, you liked it. At bars, it came in handy to have one of them by your side. They always warded off creeps, and if any man tried to lay their hands on you, you wouldn’t even have to lift a finger. You could handle yourself just fine, but it was nice to not have to. 

One night, you went on a bust with Intelligence. It was a routine operation, the same procedure you had been following since you got there. You were partnered with Jay, and the two of you were the dream team. As you crept through the dark halls of the warehouse, goosebumps erupted on your skin, and your stomach started to turn. You remembered that Mouse was in the van, waiting for you and Jay to come back out. He wouldn’t be able to know you were alive, not until you stepped out of that warehouse. You could radio, but then everyone would know. 

You and Jay crept  through the hall, flashing your light at any door or window you could find. Just as you were nearing the end, suddenly, gunshots resounded from the next room. 

“Shots fired on the North Side of the building!” Jay said into his mic.

“Halstead, Y/n, move in!” 

Mouse was listening in from the van. His hands wouldn’t stop fidgeting, and he couldn’t stop chewing at his bottom lip. You were in good hands; there was nobody better than Jay. But there was still the unknown, the unpredictable. That was what scared all three of you the most. It didn’t matter what training you had; nobody could predict with certainty another human’s actions. As you and Jay moved in, Jay slightly behind you to watch your back, you prayed to get back to Mouse. 

“Mouse,” you whispered into your radio as you talked to him, “I gotta make this quick. I love you, I’m proud of you, and I’m always watching over you. I love you.”

Jay raised his eyebrow at what you were saying. This was not the time for a love confession, but at the same time it was. If you died during this, you wanted, no, you needed Mouse to know. Mouse was a blushing, worried, jittery mess. He needed to see you, needed to tell you that he felt the same. Jay, on the other hand, was crushed. He loved you too, but he could never tell you, not with his track record of dating partners. You’d probably think that you’d be another one of Jay Halstead’s conquests, when you were so much more than that. 

Neither of the men realized that you had feelings for both of them. 

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When you got out of the warehouse, Mouse ran over to you and wrapped you in the tightest embrace. He held you close to his chest, breathing in your scent. Nothing could have pulled him away from you in this moment. You were too important to him. Your arms were around his neck, tugging him close. Mouse’s arms were so warm and safe, and you wanted to stay there forever. 

“I love you too,” he murmured as he pulled away. “I can’t believe that your radio went dead.”

“It’s okay. Take it up with the tech people.”

“Good work today, y/n,” Jay said, playfully nudging your shoulder. “You did good.”

“Thanks,” you said as you smiled up at Jay, “it means a lot.”

When you got back to the District, you, Jay and Mouse were the only ones there. Everybody else had gone home, exhausted, but the three of you were still there. You were downstairs with the three of them, drinking a beer in Mouse’s office. Mouse was in his chair, Jay was sitting in the chair next to him, and you were perched on the desk in front of the two of them.You looked down at your boys and gave them a smile. All of you were together, and you knew that you had to come clean. 

“Jay, Mouse…you remember what I said earlier?”

“Yeah,” Mouse said, leaning back in his chair. “Why?”

“Well, it’s half-true. Not that I don’t love you, Mouse. I do, and in fact, I’m crazy about you. But…I’m also crazy about someone else. And I don’t know what to do, so I’m just going to come out and say it. I’m in love with the both of you.”

Both Jay and Mouse glanced at each other before then turning to you. They were intrigued. It wasn’t like the three of you hadn’t flirted among yourselves before, but this was different. This wasn’t just playful banter. You had just dropped a bombshell on them, a huge one at that. But then, they turned to each other with a wicked smile, and you were left in the dark on what they were thinking. 

“Are you serious?” Mouse said, raising his eyebrow. 

“Look, I know it-“ “No,” Jay said, standing up and coming over to you. “Don’t say anything.”

Jay got up, and he closed and locked the door to Mouse’s office. You looked between Mouse and Jay, incredibly confused as to what was going on. Putting your beer down, you said,

“What’s going on?”

Mouse pushed himself out of his chair and came to stand right in front of you, his face inches away from yours. You could see the way his lips parted, the way his eyes were fixated on yours. Jay came up behind you and swept your hair off your neck, his lips ghosting over your skin. It felt like electricity united the three of you, binding all of you together. 

They wanted you, too.

“Are you two sure about this?” You whispered as Mouse leaned in to kiss you.

You didn’t get a verbal response. Instead, Jay attached his lips to your neck, while Mouse kissed your lips. The small gasp that tried to leave you was swallowed by Mouse’s perfect lips. Your hands moved up his back, feeling the slender, yet taut muscles under his shirt. He was never extremely muscular, never the biggest guy, but you could feel how fit he was. 

“Mouse,” you breathed as he pulled away.

“Tell us, huh, Tagalong? How long?”

“I don’t remember…”

Jay chuckled against your skin as his rough hands snaked up the front of your shirt to cup your breasts through your clothes. You leaned back into him, and he playfully teased you,

“You don’t remember? Come on, Tags, use that pretty head..”

“Bet she gives it too,” Mouse quipped. 

Your mouth fell open, but was quickly closed by Mouse reattaching his lips to yours. Jay’s hands pawed at your breasts, and his lips sucked a trail of love bites up your neck. He pulled away and came around to stand in front of you with Mouse. The two of them looked incredibly good side-by-side, and you had to reassure yourself that it wasn’t a dream. They actually wanted you. Both of them, they wanted you. 

“What do you wanna do with her, huh, Mouse?”

“Well, let’s ask Tags that.”

They turned to you, and you swore that there was now a flood in your panties from the hungry way they looked at you. Their eyes were darkened with lust, and you felt like a lamb in between two lions. The use of your nickname made it that much more intimate, and it made you feel special. You looked up at the two men and flashed them a flirtatious smile. 

“I’ll do whatever you want. I’m quite adventurous in bed…”

“Oh?” Jay asked as he turned to Mouse and chuckled. “Mouse, you hear this?”

“I do. Why don’t you get on your knees for us?” Mouse asked as he cupped your chin. 

You licked your lips as you eagerly hopped down from the desk and got down on your knees. As you looked up at the two men standing above you, you wanted nothing more than to please them. They were your boys, and now, your lovers. 

“Jay, you go first, then I’ll go. Sound good to you, Tags?”

You eagerly nodded, moving to kneel in front of Jay. Your hands ran up his thighs, feeling his strong muscles. Jay looked down at you, seeing the way you were eyeing his clothed erection, and he knew that he was in for a treat. You undid his belt and his jeans, and you looked up at him for permission to keep going. 

“Go ahead,” Jay said, his hand resting on the side of your face. “Suck on my cock.”

You pulled out his cock, eyes widening at the size of it. He let out a soft chuckle, his hand brushing your hair aside. Mouse watched the scene with eager eyes, wanting nothing more than to be in Jay’s position. You looked over at Mouse as your lips wrapped around the tip of Jay’s cock. 

“Fuck,” Jay groaned as you started to bob your head on his cock. He turned to Mouse and pointed down to you and Mouse let out a chuckle. “She feels amazing…”

You looked up at Jay and wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, pumping whatever you couldn’t fit into your mouth. He let out soft groans, trying to keep quiet so nobody but the three of you could hear. As good as you felt, if the three of you were caught having sex in Mouse’s office, no amount of favors could get you out of that. You hollowed out your cheeks around Jay’s cock and swirled your tongue around him. He let out the sexiest groans as you sucked him off, eagerly working to please him. Your other hand rested on his thigh, feeling his muscles tense underneath you. Jay ran his hand through his hair, trying to keep himself in control. You felt so good, so warm around him.

Glancing over at Mouse, you looked directly at him as you sucked off Jay. You could see the bulge in Mouse’s pants, straining against his clothes. Mouse plamed himself through his clothes, desperate Turning back to Jay, you doubled your efforts to get him off. His hand found the back of your head and he guided your head up and down, biting his lip in an attempt to keep himself quiet. His cock twitched in your mouth, and within seconds, he was spilling his cum down your throat. Jay clamped his other hand over his mouth as his eyes closed, his release taking over your body. You smirked as you pulled off his cock, swallowing Jay’s cum and wiping your spit from your mouth with the back of your hand. He tasted so good, salty, musky, and you wanted to keep on tasting him. 

“You’re amazing, holy shit..”

You chuckled before motioning for Mouse to come over and stand in front of you. You turned to him and undid his pants, taking out his cock. He was incredibly hard, and the tip of his cock was angrily red. Mouse’s cock was slightly shorter than Jay’s, but the two of them were by no means small. Your lips eagerly wrapped around the head, and Mouse’s mouth fell open as he let himself get lost in the feeling of your mouth on him. 

“I told you she feels good, Mouse,” Jay chuckled as he sat in Mouse’s chair. 

“You didn’t say how good..”

You smiled up at him, using your eyes since your mouth was stuffed. He used his hand to help guide you up and down, as you hollowed out your cheeks around him. Mouse let out quiet moans, gritting his teeth to keep himself quiet. But you could still hear him, hear how good he felt because of you. 

“Fuck, Tags, you’re so good,” he moaned as you took him deeper. “Shit..”

You looked over at Jay, whose cock was already starting to harden again. He watched as you sucked Mouse off effortlessly. You loved looking up at him, watching the efforts of your work come to fruition. Your hand pumped whatever your mouth couldn’t take, wanting to give Mouse the same treatment you gave Jay. 

“Oh, fuck,” Mouse groaned, his head rolling back. “You’re fucking…” 

Your tongue swirled around his head before licking up the underside of his shaft. You sucked on him like he was a lollipop, wanting nothing more than to have him come undone because of your mouth. Your hands braced on his thighs as you bat your lashes up at Mouse. When he locked eyes with you, he nearly came at the sight. You just looked so beautiful, and it was only for him and Jay. Nobody else would see how pretty you looked like this.

Underneath your hands, you felt his muscles tense. As you looked up, his chest rose and fell rapidly as his breathing quickened. He let out breathier, higher-pitched groans as his release quickly approached. Your mouth worked twice as hard now, wanting to watch him come undone. If it was anything like Jay’s release, you would be in for a delicious visual treat. His cock twitched in your mouth, and shortly after, he spilled into your mouth, his hand tightening its grip on your hair. 

“Holy shit,” he groaned as you pulled yourslef off of him. 

You smiled up at him as you swallowed every last drop of his release. Like Jay, he tasted good: a bit salty, bitter, and yet, it was all of Mouse. You got up from your position on the floor, and Mouse’s hands undid the buttons on your jeans. He pulled your jeans and your panties down your legs, and he and Jay nearly fainted when they saw your exposed cunt. 

“I wanna taste her so bad,” Jay murmured.”

“Alright, I’ll finger her while you eat her out?”

“Let’s do it.”

Jay dropped to his knees and he positioned himself in between your legs. He blew a stream of cool air onto your cunt, sending a jolt through your body. Jay and Mouse chuckled at your sensitivity, and you pouted. 

“Jay,” you whined, “don’t be a tease..”

When his tongue licked a thin stripe up your cunt, your hands gripped the table to steady yourself. It was hot, not only because he was pleasing you, but because he wanted to please you and make you feel good. Jay’s tongue flicked over your clit, and you clamped a hand over your mouth to try and keep yourself quiet. Muffled moans escaped your mouth as Jay ate you out. His tongue was addictive; you had never been with a man that wanted to get you off as much as Jay did. Judging by how hard Jay’s cock was, he was enjoying this very much. 

Mouse kissed the back of your neck as his hand snaked down to your cunt. 

“You want this? Want my fingers buried in you?”

“Yes, oh God, yes!”

Mouse chuckled as he gently nibbled at your earlobe. You felt two of his long, slender fingers, the ones that would dance effortlessly over a keyboard, slide into your cunt. It was like the two men were angels, sent down to do nothing other than please you. You pushed yourself up so you were standing up, and you looked down into the prettiest pair of emerald eyes you’d ever seen. Jay’s eyes rolled back into his head as he ate you out, letting himself taste every drop you had to give him. 

“Ah! Oh my God,” you moaned as Mouse’s fingers brushed your g-spot. 

“This pussy feels heavenly, sweetheart. And from the way Jay’s looking? Bet it tastes just as good.”

Your face burned at Mouse’s filthy words. He knew exactly what to say to get you even more worked up. Jay’s mouth was preoccupied, giving you the best head you had ever received. He let out moans of appreciation as he tasted you, wanting nothing more than to stay buried in your pussy forever. One of your hands found his head, pushing him deeper into your cunt. Mouse’s expert fingers moved faster in you, and you were a mess between him and Jay. They were incredible; they knew how to please and how to make you feel good. 

You could feel your orgasm approach like a runaway train. Every nerve, every part of you felt like there was sparks of electricity running through it. The two men pleasing you let their free hands roam over your body, learning where all your curves were. To them, you were their princess. You were the object of all their affections, the girl who they wanted nothing more than to give everything to. You clamped your free hand over your mouth as you tried to keep quiet, but Mouse pulled it down. 

“Not happening. We want to hear those pretty moans, and if someone hears? Well, they’ll just know who’s making you feel good.”

You looked back at Mouse, who had the cockiest look on his face. But you couldn’t last, you felt the bubble that had been forming in your stomach grow too big. 

“I’m-oh my God!” You yelped as you came all over Mouse and Jay. 

Your orgasm came over you like a wave crashing on a beach. It was everything you could have dreamed of and more. You would never forget this experience, for more reasons than one. Mouse and Jay worked you down from your high, only stopping when the overstimulation became too much for you. You panted as they pulled away from you. 

“Oh my God..” you sighed out as you turned around and leaned against the table,still in your post-orgasm bliss. 

Mouse put his fingers in his mouth, cleaning them off and humming appreciatively at your taste. Your eyes widened as he looked directly at you, giving you a sultry wink. Jay got up from his spot on the floor, and he placed a deep, passionate kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself on his tongue, moaning softly as he kissed you and pawed at your hips. He pushed you onto the table so you were sitting on it instead of standing next to it. 

“She’s so sweet,” Mouse murmured as he wiped his fingers on his pants. 

“I know. Now, you gotta pick, baby,” Jay said, his lips inches away from yours. “Who goes first?” 

“Mouse. You got to get a blowjob first. C’mere, Mouse.”

Mouse had the most eager smile on his face as he came over and kissed you. His hands roamed your body, sliding up your shirt and cupping your breasts. You could feel him spread your legs, standing in between them. 

“You want this?” He asked as he lined himself up with your entrance. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I want this so fucking bad,” you replied, giving him your best fuck-me eyes. 

He slid one hand up and around the back of your neck, and his eyes locked on yours as he pushed in. But as he buried himself in you, you watched as his eyes softened and closed, trying to commit this feeling to memory. You looked over at Jay and pulled him in for a kiss, tugging him in by his shirt’s collar. 

“Fuck,” you murmured against Jay’s lips as you felt Mouse bury himself inside of you. “Feels so good..”

“You’re driving us crazy, Tags,” Mouse murmured as he kissed your neck. “So fucking good…”

When Mouse finally started to move, your breath was taken away. He slowly thrusted in and out of you, not wanting to hurt you. Jay’s lips trailed down your jawline to your neck, nipping at your smooth skin. He softly chuckled as you let out soft moans and whimpers as the two men had their way with you. Mouse started to pick up the pace, hitting your g-spot with every puncture of his hips. Your arms instinctively went around Mouse’s neck, and he pulled you close. 

“Jay,” Mouse groaned as his hands rested on your hips, digging into the soft flesh, “she’s so fucking tight..”

“Yeah?” Jay huskily whispered as his hand snaked up your throat. “You’re such a good girl for us..”

Jay’s lips laid hot, wet kisses up your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You dug your nails into Mouse’ back as he fucked you, hitting every single pleasure point inside you. His hands pressed into your hips, leaving marks you were sure would be there for days. He angled himself upwards, and your eyes widened at the new angle. Now, he was hitting a completely different spot in you, one that you hadn’t even known you had. 

“Oh fuck! Yes, yes yes!”

“Feel good? Yeah?” Mouse chuckled as he grit his teeth to try and contain himself. 

You felt so good, almost like he had died and gone straight to heaven. Your walls fluttered around him as you reached down and rubbed your clit. He kissed you, taking your lip in between his teeth as he pounded into you. Jay started stroking his cock, mesmerized by the way you and Mouse fit together. He was so turned on, watching his best friend and you fuck. There was no way he could wait to be inside you, not with how good you and Mouse looked together. 

“Look over at Jay, see how hard he is? Look, he’s jerking himself off ‘cause of you. Give him a kiss, Tags, cause after I’m done with you, it’s his turn.”

You whimpered as you kissed Jay, slipping your tongue into his mouth, bringing him close to you. Mouse kept pounding into you, and you pulled away from Jay, unable to contain your moans anymore. Your fingers rubbed quick circles on your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Every part of you felt amazing. Mouse’s chest heaved up and down, his breathing quickening again as he chased his high. Your walls fluttered around him, clenching down on his cock. He grit his teeth, saying,

“Holy shit, baby!”

You clutched onto him, mouth falling open in a silent scream as your orgasm crashed over you. Everything felt so good, so overwhelmingly good,a nd you ddin’t want it to stop. Tears pricked your eyes as your shaky breath slowly returned to normal and the electric feeling in your body subsided. Mouse kept thrusting into you, groaning out as your walls fluttered around him. You felt his thrusts grow sloppy, and he buried himself deep inside of you as he came. He bit down on your shoulder, making you cry out as you held him close. The two of you panted, and Mouse ran his hand through his hair as he slowly pulled out of you.

“Fuck,” you winced, missing the feeling of being full.

“How you feeling?” Mouse murmured, kissing your cheek. 

“So good…almost like I want a round 2…”

Jay chuckled and he took Mouse’s place in between your legs. 

“Wanna try a different position?” Jay asked, running his hands up your sides. “You bent over his desk?”

Your eyes lit up and you licked your lips, eager to try something new. You hopped off the desk and turned around, showing off your bare ass to Jay and Mouse. Jay positioned himself behind you, lining himself up with your entrance. You wiggled your ass in anticipation, looking over your shoulder at the handsome man behind you. Jay gave your ass a gentle slap, and you softly gasped. He leaned over and whispered, 

“You want this?” “Yes, please,” you begged, trying to push your ass on him. 

He smirked and slowly pushed in, groaning out at the combined feeling of your walls and Mouse’s cum surrounding his cock. Never did he think that he would enjoy this, but he was having the time of his life. Somethign about the idea of someone watching and also tag-teaming the same girl just made sex seem so much more adventurous and fun.

“Holy fuck,” Jay groaned, eyes rolling into the back of his head. 

“You’re so fucking good,” you whimpered, looking over your shoulder at him.  

You felt him slowly start to pick up the pace, knowing that you were already prepped from Mouse. He had one hand on your throat and one on your hip, and you moaned at the contrast of his rough, calloused hand, versus your smooth skin. Your hips met Jay’s thrusts, begging him for more than what he was giving you. Mouse watched you and Jay, big blue eyes admiring the two of you from his spot on his other table. You looked over at him and winked, before turning back to look at Jay. 

“You like that? I think you like when one of us is watching.”

You nodded, eyes widening when Jay gave a particulary hard thrust. He was thicker than Mouse, and you were whimpering at the stretch. Jay grabbed your chin and turned your face so you were looking at him. He chuckled at how adorable you looked, lips pursed together and eyes wide and pouty. Jay’s hips slapped against your ass, and he let his head roll back as he got lost in your body. He pulled you up so your back was pressed up to his chest, his breath fanning on your ear and the back of your neck. You bit down on your lip, struggling to keep quiet. His hand snaked down from its place on your hip and moved to rub your clit. Your body jerked in response, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Jay had been jerking himself off, too turned on by watching you and Mouse fuck to resist touching himself. He wasn’t going to last much longer, not with how you were clenching around him and how good you felt. If he never fucked any other girl, he would be perfectly fine with that. 

You let out strained whimpers, desperately craving the release that was fast approaching. Jay growled against your neck, his voive strained with need,

“Gonna cum? Fuck, I’m so fucking close..”

You nodded as you pulled him in, your lips crashing onto his. Your body was going limp, muscles weak from the complete ecstasy you had been in twice so far tonight. But the pleasure was so much more powerful than the weakness in your legs. Instead of fighting it, not wanting to deal with the inevitable shaky legs that would follow, you let it overtake you one last time, body lurching forward as another orgasm washed over you. You let out a sharp cry of pleasure as you released once more onto Jay’s cock, your juices exploding around him. He sharply thrusted into you, burying himself to the hilt as he released as well. 

The two of you panted, completely worn out. Your legs were shaky; you were like a human version of Bambi. Mouse and Jay helped you pull up your pants and underwear, which luckily, were only pooled around your ankles. They kissed wherever they could find bare skin, reducing you to a blushing, giggling mess. 

“Let’s get you home, hm, baby?” Jay asked, helping you stand up. “Have a beer, order some pizza?”

“Oh, I can get behind that,” Mouse quipped. 

You giggled as you leaned on them, letting them help you out. All this, because you had to be impulsive and confess to them. Though, you couldn’t complain, not after what just happened. The only thing you could do was enjoy the fun and love.