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dandelionfairyyy · 1 year ago

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Messy G. G.

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

Pairing: Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz x fem!reader

Wordcount: 7,193 (I’m sorry 😭)

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dad!"

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

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

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

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

They cannot hurt you. They cannot hurt you.

They know nothing about you...

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

Shit!

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't give me any ideas."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smirk.

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

Instead, you focus on the food.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe you should make a change?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Worth a try, isn't it?"

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

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

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

"Some people I just like to take care of.

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

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

"You got it, boss."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nice to meet you too."

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

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

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

"I would rather say business partner.”

You look at him curiously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you selling them?"

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

"What happened to that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"God. I'm so pathetic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your kiss is gentle, careful and sensual.

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

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

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

You blow out the smoke upwards with relish.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One more time you have to take a deep breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Maybe," Mouse replies with a grin.

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

"Are you coming?"

"Where?"

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

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

"Where are you going?" he just asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sigh and lean your head against his shoulder.

"I hate it," you admit.

In response, Mouse squeezes your hand.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What happened?" you ask cautiously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes. Maybe..."

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

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

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

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

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

You get into the lift.

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

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

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

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

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

Again you giggle at his silliness.

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

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

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

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

"Just take any."

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

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

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

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

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

Mouse nods in understanding.

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

You had painted an avenue where people were walking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where?"

"'I’ll think about it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mouse... thank you..."

"For what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your excited moan shoots straight between his loins.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What was that?"

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

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

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

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

A small smile also appears on his lips.

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

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

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

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

…to be continued

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

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

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

Investment…

ROI…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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witchygagirlwrites · 6 days ago

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Patience

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader

@desimarie12 requested our favorite guy with the song Patience by Take That as the vibe

“Hey man, I found you a job” the call from Jay couldn’t have come at a better time. He was struggling again, he didn’t want to admit it but the truth was there. The silence was starting to be too much, allowing the past to creep up in his head and overtake the present. He needed structure, some sort of purpose. That was what led Mouse to the twenty first precinct.

He was sitting at a desk talking to Jay and two more members of his unit when Jay’s sergeant Hank Voight came walking out of his office, trailed by a woman Mouse hadn’t ever seen before. He knew because he would’ve remembered her. She was absolutely beautiful and wore a detective shield at her side.

“Voight, this is the guy I was telling you about Greg Gerwitz a.k.a Mouse” Jay introduced him and he saw a slight smirk slip onto the woman’s face “Mouse huh?” he cut his eyes at her “It’s a silly nickname I know but I’ll be the first to admit it..” she cut him off by tapping on the paper in Voight’s hand “What’s this about a truck of blueray players?”

He grimaced “Well see that case was actually expunged..I was actually..” Voight cut him off then “And busted for hacking a D.O.D com satellite in 09?” damn if this was how these two handled perps he saw why intelligence was so good. He dipped his head slightly “For that I take full responsibility”

“Sarge, I know he doesn’t look great on paper. Just wait till you see what he can do” Jay spoke up and cut his eyes at him. He knew what he was doing so a few key strokes later he looked up ��Excuse me, Sergeant Voight sir?” Voight cut his eyes at him so he motioned to his phone that was on his side “Would you mind taking a look at your cell phone?”

“My cell phone?” Voight asked so he nodded. Voight pulled his phone out and looked where he’d changed his wallpaper to a photo of himself “Cute” the woman whose name he’d yet to catch looked over Voight’s shoulder then back at him “Really cute”

He ignored the flush that wanted to creep up his neck to say “You see, I was able to crack that in about two seconds. Imagine what a hacker could do with a day” Voight looked from the woman to Jay then shrugged “Fine by me but Platt has to sign off on it too”

That day seemed like years ago and yesterday at the same time. When he and Jay had retreated to the tech room at the end of that day you’d ended up down there as well.

Jay had questioned why you hadn’t gotten out of the precinct at the first sign possible like you normally did and you had laughed “I was a little hard on the newest member of our unit, so I thought I would properly introduce myself and welcome him to the team”

By the time you’d wished him and Jay both a goodnight he knew he was gone. He also knew it was impossible. Jay clocked the way he looked at you, he knew it when he saw it. He hadn’t asked about you, he really hadn’t but when Jay offered the information he hadn’t refused it either.

You’d been plucked out of the academy for undercover work, exceeded at it and that was how you originally met Antonio. When the intelligence unit was formed he was the one who brought you on board.

You were always partnered with either Antonio or Erin, you lived by yourself with a cat that had three legs named Penny that you rescued as a kitten after a drug bust. You had your life in order and was one member of the unit that always seemed to be wrangling the others when they got out of line, Jay included.

He couldn’t want you. What the hell could he offer you? Hell when you met him he could barely carry on a conversation without trailing off midway. The first time it happened you were talking to him about a piece of surveillance equipment.

He hadn’t even realized it until your hand was gently touching his arm and you lightly spoke his name, his actual name. Instead of the usual look people had at that moment you instead wore a small smile “Happened to me a lot after my first bad bust. I know it’s not the exact same thing but I know touch helped ground me. Was hoping it would work for you”

He knew he was frustrating at times with rambling and trying to get his brain to work the way it did before, it frustrated him. He knew what he wanted to say, the point he wanted to get across but getting it out proved harder than it should. He noticed that when those moments happened your eyes would remain on him even when you would be listening to whoever was talking.

You would always purposely walk close enough to him on the way out to let your hand brush against his. When you were talking to him you never tried to rush him to the point, you invited him out with the group and always seemed to go out of your way to include him in anything and everything that happened at work and outside of work. He told himself it didn’t mean anything. You were the caretaker of the group. He was just the newest and most broken member.

Everyone was walking on eggshells around him and Jay. The newest case handled an IED being used and a vet being killed by it. He could imagine that while everyone trusted Jay to not fuck up they were simply waiting on him to. He’d abandoned his desk on the floor with the rest of the unit to retreat down to the tech room. If he was needed they could call him up.

He was taking apart a radio Kevin dropped two days before to see if he could get it repaired just to have it as a backup. He didn’t currently have anything to do, the computers were set up to alert him if the suspect's car popped up on any traffic cams or if his cell became active again.

He heard boots headed his way and recognised them before you ever knocked on the open door. “I’m fine,” he spoke without looking up. A part of him hoped you’d walk away but the other part was silently begging you to not. He heard you take another step in the room as you fiddled with the bracelet on your right wrist “Jay’s not. I know he’s trying to bury it but to any of us that knows his tells it’s blaringly obvious”

He stopped his movements and cut his eyes up “Did you come down to get me to check on Jay?” of course. No one would want to check on him. He wasn’t really a member of the team, was he? “What? No” you replied, leaning against the wall about three feet from him.

“Then why are you down here?” he regretted the words and tone he’d used the moment they slipped out of his mouth.

He’d seen you go toe to toe with bangers twice your size and not blink an eye. He’d seen you stare down the barrel of a loaded gun and smirk but for the first time since he’d known you he saw an honest look of hurt flash across your face “Maybe because I realize this case could trigger something for you the same way it has for Jay and I wanted to let you know that you don’t have to shoulder that burden alone any more. I didn’t realize I wasn’t welcome down here, I apologize”

You turned to walk out and when he called your name you froze in the doorway “It’s fine Mouse. Forget I ever came down here, ok?” You hadn’t called him Mouse besides over the coms in months. “I’m sorry sweetheart” he whispered and you shook your head, not turning around “I get it, I do” then walked away.

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How could he continue to fuck up? Even after all this time, he just couldn’t help himself. The idea that you were honestly just worried about him was a little too hard to wrap his head around. His heart had gone through the wringer so damn much along with his head, he didn’t know how to start something new.

After you’d left the tech room every memory since he met you flashed through his mind. Time and again you offered that hand out to him and he hadn’t taken it, yet you still stood there holding it out. Why? He wasn’t worth the effort. You were everything good and he was broken, barely stitched together.

Mouse watched you help Kim put away the gear and long guns that had been taken out when the unit rolled on the suspect. He’d admitted guilt but had also committed suicide by cop after turning his gun on the unit. His bullets had landed squarely in yours and Adam’s vests. Luckily you both escaped with only bruised ribs. Hearing Voight call officer down was enough to make his heart decide to start back working at the thought of losing you.

Kim cut her eyes over at him then whispered something to you before smiling at him and heading upstairs. You didn’t turn around but he knew from the way you were slightly turned into yourself that you were hurting more than you’d let on.

“Can-can we talk?” he mumbled and when you finally turned around he saw the tears in your eyes “If you’re here to accuse me of not caring about you again can it wait until I don’t feel like a truck is sitting on my chest?”

“I’m sorry” he whispered and you shook your head, moving to brush past him. His hand flew out to grab your wrist “I’m sorry” he repeated, more firmly this time.

You swallowed hard then grimaced slightly “Greg, all I’ve done since meeting you was try to be your friend. I’ve cared about you from the start because that’s what I do, I care about my unit and you’re my unit. I never meant for it to go deep enough that you could hurt my feelings but it did and you did”

“I never meant to hurt you. I’m just not used to people caring” he whispered, both of you standing close but not looking at each other. “I just want to be there for you, in whatever way you need me” you admitted and his hand moved from your wrist down to lace his fingers with yours “And I want to be there for you but sweetheart you’ve got to have a little patience with me. There’s still parts of me healing and I can’t guarantee how long that’ll take. I care about you so much more than I ever thought about caring for someone. When Voight called officer down and your name? My world stopped. I want to be able to figure out a way to move forward, to let you be there like you want to be and to be there for you. This is me trying”

Your fingers squeezed his gently “Promise to meet me halfway. If you need breathing room just tell me. I’ll get it. If I need breathing room I’ll tell you”

“Promise” he swore and you gave him a small smile “Wanna come over and watch a movie? I may fall asleep from the meds Will gave me, fair warning” a smile slipped onto his face “I’d love to, but can I change the movie once you’re out? Because I can only watch the Mummy so many times” you nodded with a laugh “Yeah, I guess”

Maybe he could find a way forward, after all he had people like you and Jay willing to hold a hand out whenever he needed a way up. People he could offer a hand to as well. Wasn’t that what life was about? Finding your team, finding your family, finding your person.

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carnationworld-writings · 4 years ago

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Being pregnant with Greg ‘Mouse’ Gerwitz’s baby

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Paring: Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz x Reader

Universe: One Chicago

Word Count: 2759

Warnings: mention of PTSD, pregnancy, child birth, pain, therapy, overprotectivness, fem!reader

If I forgot about anything feel free to write to me. Your wellbeing is important to me!

Summary: How your pregnancy could be when being in a relationship with Mouse and as a member of the Intelligence Unit?

You met at work. You were a detective in the Intelligence Unit and an old friend of Jay Halstead when Mouse started working there. You immediately found him very sweet, and very often, you couldn't stop smiling when he couldn't stop talking or did his tech magic.

You spent a lot of time talking. It was common to find both of you together. When you needed a moment to calm down after a case, you hid downstairs with him. When you all talked about new evidence in the case, he would lean against your desk. When you came back from the call, he ALWAYS came to check on you.

You became closer after Nadia's death. Being a female cop was hard. You offered to help her, and that allowed you to spend a lot of time together. Her death hit you hard. (Not so hard like Lindsay, but still.) He had seen how different cases affected you. However, he had never seen you crying so hard, like in the moment when news about finding Nadia's body reached you. You collapsed in his arms, and he held you for hours.

You started dating sometime after that. You both knew Voight's rule about no dating in the unit. Because of that, at your request, when you were sure about this relationship, you told him about this. You were sincere about everything, showing him that your relationship didn't affect your work.

Everybody said that you are a perfect couple. Of course, you argued, but you always tried to understand the other person. Sometimes he was a little overprotective. Sometimes you were pissed off when he shut you down. But at the end of the day, you always tried to make up. Life was too short, especially when you were a cop.

Pregnancy definitely wasn't planned. You realized that you were late on your period, and you told Mouse about this, even if at the beginning you thought that it was because of stress. He offered to go for a pregnancy test. When you waited for results, you saw how anxious he was, so you just held his hand. The test came positive, and you watched how he freaked out. He was afraid that he can't be a good father, that because of his PTSD, he could hurt the baby.

"Greg… I know this is hard, and I'm not ready either. But I can't… I can't abort it." her voice cracked, and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "I know that you will be an amazing father. I know it because you already took good care of me. You are so caring and generous. And I know that you would never hurt them. It will be hard, but I'm sure that together we can do it, like we did with so many things. But if you don't want it… I won't force you to stick with us. And I won't be mad if you walk away. Maybe I'll be a little hurt, but I will understand, Greg." She felt tears in her eyes when she looked at him. She could tell that he was thinking about her words. And then he came closer to her and took her in his arms. He held her tight, and she let her tears run on her cheeks.

"I could never walk away from you. And you're right. We can do it. I'll go for a therapy or support group to keep my demons under control."

She didn't know what to say, how to show him how grateful and happy she was, so she just took his face in her hands and kissed him.

You made an appointment as soon as possible. That day, Mouse called Voight that you felt unwell and he'd stay with you. You went to the doctor's office together. When they did an ultrasound, he held your hand so tight and couldn't stop bouncing his leg. You both couldn't tear your eyes from the picture of your baby on the monitor. When your doctor asked if you wanted her to print it and how many copies you want, he just said: "As many as you could give us."

You told Voight about your pregnancy as soon as it was confirmed. Actually you called him after you left the doctor’s office to meet him. You didn't want to risk the baby's life because of your work. When you told him, he really surprised you. He was so happy for both of you and hugged you. Immediately he put you on desk work for the unit - you worked for him so long that he knew that there is no power in the universe to stop you from working.

You tried to hide it for the rest of the team as long as you could. You wanted to wait for the end of the first trimester, and you used an old wound as an excuse.

After you found out about the baby, Mouse called Doctor Charles and started therapy again. He really wanted to be the best version of him for both of you. You always assured him that you are very proud of him and that you see everything he'd done.

After your first appointment, Mouse became a little overprotective. He checked if you were not hungry and drank enough water. He made sure you didn't drink too much coffee and tried to get you to give it up.

When the possibility of miscarriage went lower, you decided to announce pregnancy to your team. It was so hard to hide your pregnancy, especially when Ruzek and Atwater's lunch choices made you sick. You also were sure that Serge Platt knew about the baby or at least suspected something. This woman always knew everything, but she never said anything.

Y/N and Mouse came to work a little earlier that day. She was glad that only Voight was in the bullpen. Mouse put your enlarged ultrasound on board and you wrote next to it: "Backup is on the way! Baby Gerwitz coming *due date*" and then turned the board to hide it, waiting for the rest of the team. She sat behind her desk, patiently waiting for everybody to come to work and slowly starting paperwork. When everybody came, Mouse went for Trudy, telling her that they needed her help with a case. When they all were on their spots, Voight went out of his office. A few days before, they asked him for help with the announcement, and even if he acted tough cop, he was honoured. He looked at Y/N, and when she nodded, feeling Mouse's hand on arm, he got the unit's attention.

"Listen up, we got a case." He turned the board, and three of them watched the rest of this chosen family. Trudy was the first who gasped, looking at the young detective and then quickly came to her, taking Y/N in her arms. Y/N couldn't stop her tears at the amount of love from this family. She happily accepted every congratulations and hug. When she leaned on Mouse slightly, answering Erin and Antonio's questions, she missed the proud smile that Voight, Trudy and Al exchanged.

Since that day, Halstead, Ruzek and Atwater went overprotective of you. You often found on your desk some healthy snack, they brought you something to drink before you could stand up from your chair. If you only mention food that you craved, often one of them found a way to bring it to you. If you frown because of a cramp or because the position you were sitting in was not comfortable, they immediately asked if you were alright or needed to see a doctor. If they only could, they would put you on bed rest - much to Mouse happiness. And when they were too much, and your threats to kick their asses didn't work, only one look at Olinsky or Lindsay was enough to put them in line by one of them. Trudy welcomed you every day with a big smile, asking how you and "Baby Mouse" were feeling. She always made sure that you didn't carry anything looking heavy and made one of the patrol officers bring it upstairs. She loved hearing news about the baby, and when she found out that they started kicking, she was more than happy to feel it on her hand.

You and Mouse spent a lot of time at home. He loved holding you in his arms, caressing your belly. One of his best memories from pregnancy was when you both felt them kicking for the first time. He bent on his knees to place a kiss on your stomach, and then he felt it against his lips. He gasped with wide-open eyes, and with chuckles, he kissed it again, whispering how much he loves them.

Mouse didn't let you do anything in the nursery. Of course, you could choose everything and decide what you want it to look like, but you couldn't even wash off the dust. With help from Jay, he made everything there, and you could go inside only when everything was ready. The effect exceeded your expectations.

Pregnancy also affected your sex life, especially in the second trimester. Your hormones made you so horny, and after calming Mouse that sex is safe in your condition, you tried new positions and other ways to reach the pleasure.

Mouse made sure to be at every doctor appointment. He loved seeing your child on ultrasound and hearing their heartbeat. He also went with you to childbirth classes. Actually, it was him who asked to go there. He just wanted to know what he should be prepared for.

He didn't complain about helping you when you couldn't sleep at night. He would go to the grocery if you had some weird cravings. He would rub your belly, talking to the baby, when they were moving too much. He would do everything to make you comfortable. He would rub your leg when you woke up because of contraction or massage your back. He tried to be patient with you, and your moods swung. He would calm you down with a smile after you started crying at Ruzek's comment about how big your belly became. He always assured you how beautiful you were in his eyes and how much he loved you and your changing body.

You didn't make it to maternity leave when your waters broke in the middle of the bullpen. Everybody knew that you wanted to stay as long as you could at work. It was your first child, and you were a little afraid to be alone too long, and your sight also calmed down Mouse. You were alone upstairs when it started. Very calm you came to your desk and called Trudy, who were downstairs at the front desk. When she packed you to the car, you texted Mouse to meet in the hospital.

You were already changed in a hospital gown and slowly walking through the hospital corridors, leaning on Trudy's arm. She held your hand and slowly rubbed your backs whenever you stopped because of contraction. You both talked with Maggie from ED when you saw him running in look at you. You smiled at him and leaned against him when he hugged you.

"You alright, babe? You scared me…" he whispered in your hair.

"I'm okay. The baby just decided to come earlier. I think they couldn't wait to meet you." He chuckled, and then he looked at Trudy.

"Sarge, thank you for keeping them safe."

"Everything for that baby." She smiled at you and squeezed your hand. She stepped back to go to the district, where she could wait there for any news about the baby, but you held her hand.

"Sarge. Could you... Stay here?" If it didn't feel the wave of pain that moment, you could see tears in her eyes when she happily agreed.

He saw pain on your face and how you dealt with it. He felt so helpless, hearing your moans and grunts full of pain. He tried to do everything to ease it at least a little, but there was a moment when he felt so overwhelmed by this.

You watched Mouse, trying to breathe in the way they taught you in childbirth classes. You saw how his eyes became foggy, and he couldn't stop them at anything for more than a few seconds. You slowly touched his hand and squeezed it slightly.

"Greg, love... Maybe you should take a walk? Go check if the unit is here or go buy yourself something to drink."

He didn't say anything but nodded his head and then walked out to the corridor. He didn't know how he walked out in front of the hospital. Not long after this, Jay found him sitting there with his head in his arms. With a frown, he touched his shoulder. He quickly guessed that his PTSD was making itself felt.

"Mouse, something happened? Something with the baby?"

"She's in so much pain..."

"And she needs you right now. Y/N is giving birth to your baby. And both of them need you, man."

"What if I lose her? I can't..."

"And you won't. Y/N is the toughest cop I know, and she will survive this just like your baby. But she needs to know right now that you are with her in this. She needs all the moral support she can get, and you are the best person for this." Mouse nodded and took a few deep breaths.

"You're right. Y/N needs me." Mouse looked at his friend and quickly got up. He ran to your room again to hold your hand through all this.

Since that moment, he was by your side all the time, doing everything you asked him. When you started pushing, he held your hand and kept kissing your head. He whispered encouraging words in your ear, trying to be helpful for you. He couldn't count how many times he wished to take all your pain on him.

He started crying when he heard your baby crying. When they rested them on your chest, he watched them, carefully touching their backs. He laced a fond kiss on their head and then kissed your lips. You watched this little person snuggling to your body with an amused face expression.

After they checked if everything was okay with the baby and with you, they put you in a room. You sent Mouse to tell your friends that the baby is already in the world, and he did it with a proud smile. He asked them to give you some time, and then they could meet the youngest Gerwitz. He came back to you and then held your child against his chest when you rested a little.

After some time, full of watching your baby and daydreaming about their future, Mouse went for your unit family. You held the baby in your arms with a big smile when they came in. Erin, Kim and Trudy started cooing at the baby when the older of them took the baby in her arms. You watched them with a tired smile, couldn't help giggling when Mouse acted as an overprotective father. You looked up, feeling how someone squeezed your shoulder slightly, and you met Voight's eyes, who smiled at you and whispered: "Good work, kid. And don't worry. This will be the safest kid in the whole city." It just made you believe that the whole unit will have this child’s back no matter what. And for most of the afternoon, you sat surrounded by people who you choose for your family. You listened to how they promised your child what they would do together and how great it will be. You were moved how they already cared for this baby and you. You happily accepted every hug, especially the one from Trudy and Al, which were like parental for you.

When you were left alone, Mouse couldn't tear his eyes from your baby and didn't want to put them on that cold, plastic crib. He kissed your forehead with eyes full of love and let you finally sleep. In this room was everything that he ever wanted but didn't have enough courage to dream about this. So he watched the both of you, vigilant that no one disturbs you in your sleep. It was his life now, and he swore to himself that he would do everything to keep you both safe and happy.

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Author’s note:

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fuelled-by-fanfiction-archived · 5 years ago

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Imagine...going on a date with Mouse.

"I hate you!" Your scream was muffled by Mouse's sweater, your hands clinging onto his arms hard enough to leave marks. "If we die, I'm haunting your ass till the end of time!"

Mouse laughed. The ferris wheel slowed to a stop and rocked gently back and forth. Seizing the opportunity, he shuffled in his seat so that the capsule swung wildly.

"So let me get this straight, walking into gunfire on a daily basis is a just a part of the job but a ferris wheel is a death sentence?"

"Did I fucking stutter?!"

#chicago pd #chicago pd fanfiction #chicago pd imagine #mouse gerwitz #mouse gerwitz x reader #mouse gerwitz imagine #greg gerwitz #greg gerwitz x reader #greg gerwitz imagine

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thranduilsperkybutt · 6 years ago

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Gif source: Mouse | Will&Jay

Imagine being Will and Jay's little sister and finally telling them about your relationship with Mouse after you've found out you're pregnant

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The thought of keeping it secret was the first thing that rushed through your mind, but it didn’t stay any longer than the instant you thought it. Even though you wouldn’t be showing for the next couple of months, what good would keeping a secret do, other than the façade of avoidance?

Every fiber of your being tensed at the thought of talking about it with Mouse, but you knew you had to. So, with a deep breath to steady you, you had called him over to your place last night. You had to give the news in person, and figure this out together.

“I guess the 99 percent wasn’t in our favor,” you had said, but any humor you attempted came out meekly as Mouse took the moment to compose himself upon hearing you were harboring an accidental pregnancy in your womb.

“I guess we’re doing this out of order, then,” he breathed, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Didn’t figure we’d have kids so soon, but... I’m gonna’ be here for you both.”

“You... want it?” you tested the waters with your question, cautious despite the hand he had entangled with yours.

“I want you. And this baby, is something we both didn’t plan on, but it’s my responsibility, too,” Mouse’s voice was serious, with all the precision of a man who had spent a portion of his life in the military, his words filled with a sense of duty and honor that was part of the reason you had caught yourself falling for him in the first place. He calmed you, for a moment, as a sigh of relief filled your lungs, and he continued, “Guess it’s time to tell your brothers about us, huh?”

“I’ll handle it.”

Spending the night with Mouse had solidified your resolve. He had comforted you, helping you feel less alone in this, frankly terrifying, quest that was your pregnancy and sudden thrust towards motherhood. You were ready, finally, to let your brothers in on your private life, which was why you took Jay up on his invitation to Molly’s, knowing you would catch the two of them there.

“There she is,” you hear as you pass through the threshold, your eyes falling on Will, who shot you a grin before turning to Otis behind the bar, “Two beers, and a strawberry daiquiri.”

“Ah, make that daiquiri virgin for me, Otis!” you call quickly after, getting a nod and a raised brow from Jay. You answer it after giving him a quick hug, before wrapping your arm around Will, “I’ve decided to stop drinking.”

“Stop drinking? How long is that gonna’ last?” Jay teases, rolling his eyes. Otis sets the drinks in front of you, and you give him a thankful nod.

“Oh, for the next nine months, at least,” you comment offhandedly before reaching forward to take a sip of the virgin daiquiri, glancing between the two of them for a reaction. You watch Will’s eyes widen before Jay’s, but they both don’t take long to come to a conclusion.

“Wait. What?” Jay’s beer is left untouched as he turns towards you in his seat, leveling you with a look typically reserved for when he was in an interrogation, “Are you pregnant?”

“Great job putting two-and-two together, detective.”

“Don’t joke right now,” Will stops you, looking concerned. “How far along are you? How are you feeling? You need prenatal care.”

“Hold on, there,” you huff, rolling your eyes. There goes the good doctor again, “I have an appointment already for a doctor to take a look, so I don’t know how far I am yet.”

“Do you know who the father is?”

You give Jay a slight glare, “Of course, I know who he is! It’s... Mouse.”

Will and Jay loudly, and slightly off-beat, repeat at the revelation, “Mouse?!”

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sweetblink · 7 years ago

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Fight For Me.

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Mouse Gerwitz x Reader

Requested by: Anon

Can you please do prompt number 32 with Mouse from Chicago PD.

#32. "You walk out that door, and I promise you, I won't be here when you come back."

Warning: angst.

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To say that your relationship with Mouse was a little rocky, was false, it was immensely rocky, to the point that he doesn't even come home, you didn't know what, where and when it went wrong, but it just did.

"Hey, you doing okay?" you heard Jay ask.

You let out a small scoff, and turned to your boyfriend's best friend. "Peachy Jay, everything's peachy." you sneered to him.

Jay let out a sigh and sat next to you. "Look, I also don't know what's going on with him."

You let out a small sigh and turned to him. "I just... I just feel like we aren't even dating, he sometimes doesn't come home Jay, and just... I don't know what to do or say to him when he's home."

Jay placed a comforting hand on your back. "I wished I had someway to help you Y/N, I'm sorry."

You turned to him and gave him a soft sad smile. "It's okay Jay." You told him. You finished your beer, and turned to him. "Thanks anyways." and leaned down to kiss his cheek, you were about to grab your wallet, but he shook his head.

"Don't worry for it, I'll pay for it." Jay said, you just gave him a small nod, before you left he stopped you. "Y/N, I don't care that he's my best friend, but you deserve the world." and placed a kiss on your forehead. You just walked away after that small heart to heart.

You got in your car, and drove back home, hoping that Mouse would be home already. You quickly arrived home, and made you way up inside your home.

"Babe?" you called out, turning on the lights, you frowned when you noticed the empty living room, you checked the kitchen and it was also empty. Sighing you made your way to your bedroom, which was empty.

Tears started to form in your eyes, as you picked up a framed picture of you and Mouse, it was from the day you both were having a picnic date, and Jay had crashed it, with Erin, he took a picture when Mouse started to chase you around, and you decided to jump on his back. Your fingers traced the picture where you were both laughing and looking happy. You let out a broken sob and out of rage you threw the picture frame to the wall.

You watched it shattered, as you sobbed hard against the wall, sliding down to the floor. You heard muffled music playing upstairs and you let out a bitter laugh when you heard it was Too Good At Goodbyes. "This is so pathetic, its not even funny." You mumbled to yourself.

You got up, and headed towards the bathroom to take a quick shower, and dressed and grabbed your pillow and blankets, and made your way towards the living room, it hurt too much to lay in bed knowing that it was going to be another night sleeping alone in a huge bed.

Laying on the couch now, you stayed there until you finally fell asleep.

"Y/N? Y/N, you fell asleep in the living room couch." Mouse said, trying to wake you up.

You slowly opened your eyes and let out a small scoff. "No, I came and slept on the couch on purpose." you snarled at him.

Mouse flinched a bit at your words, but his expression quickly became blank. "Why are you sleeping in the couch on purpose?" he asked you.

Your jaw clenched tightly. "I don't know, maybe it has to do with the fact that I feel lonely. And you're never home." you snapped.

Mouse let out a small sigh. "I'm not gonna do this with you right now, I'm go shower and go to sleep." he said tiredly.

"That's all you have to tell me?" you snapped, following him as he made his way toward the bedroom, he stopped by the door when he saw the shattered picture frame of you both. Mouse turned to you, while you just looked at the photo. "It's funny you know, that shattered photo feels like it represents our relationship." You began, then you looked at him. "Don't you think?"

"What do you mean?" Mouse asked.

You let out dry laugh and walked in the bedroom. "Do you love me?" you whispered to him.

Mouse stood there frozen, his mouth open, finding a way to respond but he said nothing, which made everything worse for you, tears sprung to your eyes and you looked down, biting your lip to keep your from completely sobbing.

"Y/N, you know I do." he finally manage to say.

"Then why do I feel like you don't." you told him, now looking at him. "Mouse, you're always gone, sometimes you don't come home after two days, and if you are home, you don't talk to me or anything."

"I just, I'm just doing something." Mouse stuttered out, avoiding your eyes.

Nodding, you wiped your eyes and stood up. "Alright, well I'm taking the couch, you can take the bed." you told him, you started to make your way and paused to look around the bedroom. "It just doesn't feel like home anymore." you whispered and walked out the room.

"Babe, wait, no babe." Mouse tried, but you just ignored him and slammed the door closed, leaving him in the bedroom.

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"So, are you guys talking now?" Erin asked, both of you sipping on beer. You turned to her and shrugged.

"I just I don't know what to do." You told her. "He doesn't want to talk to me, I made it clear at he beginning of our relationship that if he even wanted to talk to be about anything, I'd understand, not here we are, two years later, and I feel like I'm living with a stranger."

Herrmann came up to you both, smiling wide, and gave you both shots. "This is from those guy over there." he said, pointing at Jay and Will.

You just smiled a bit and send the brothers a playful glare. "Say why don't we ditch the girl talk and let's go join those two handsome hunks." you teased a bit, trying to lift up the mood.

Erin just chuckled and nodded, you grabbed your drinks, and both made your way over, you sat next to Will, while Erin sat next to her boyfriend.

Jay smiled at you, and Will have you a side hug. "So how are things going at your law offices." Will asked.

"Stressful, but totally worth it when I see sick people get sentence to jail." You told him.

"So how are things with Mouse now." Jay asked.

You tensed up and your jaw clenched, you downed the shot that you had, and grabbed your stuff. "I'm head home, thanks for the drinks." and left, quickly getting in your car to make it back home.

When you entered home, you noticed Mouse already making his way out. "Where are you going?" Mouse stopped and turned to you but didn't reply. "I asked you a question Mouse, where are you going?"

"I need some place to be." Mouse replied, shrugging.

"The hell you are, you just back home yesterday, and now you're leaving?" you snarled at him.

Mouse just let out a sigh. "Y/N you have to understand, I have to go."

"Why can't you just tell me where you're going? What's so damn important, that always keeps you away from me." You yelled, now crying. "Stay, fight for me, love me." you begged.

"I have to go, Y/N." Mouse said, avoiding what you just said.

You wiped your tears away, and you glared at him. "You walk out that door, and I promise you, I won't be here when you come back." Mouse froze at your words, and stood there at the door. "You walk out that door, and it's over. I'm sick and tired of you leaving, of not being happy, of not feeling home anymore. You walk out that door, and we're done, Mouse."

Mouse let his shoulder sag and tears sprung to his eyes, but still he opened the door, and left. You let out a broken scream, and grabbed the nearest thing closet to you and threw it at the door, the vase shattered, along with your heart.

You fell the floor, sobbing, staring at the door, feeling the pain, loss and finally after thirty minutes of crying you felt numb, you stayed that way until finally you looked away from the door, and left to your bedroom, and grabbed your things, understanding that he wasn’t gonna come back.

Once you got all your things packed and in your car, you carried the last box of your belongings, and made your way out, you dropped your keys, you walked out that apartment, and not once did you glance back.

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Well I’m ready to write more angst after that PD finale.

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fluffyximagines · 7 years ago

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A Silly Plan

(Chicago P.D.) Mouse/ Greg Gerwitz x Reader

Summary: You and Mouse both have feelings for each other, but he is too scared to go out with you because of his friendship with your brother, Jay. Erin comes up with a plan to make Mouse finally ask you out.

Word Count: 1123 Words

Request: Could you do a Mouse Gerwitz imagine of the reader being the youngest Halstead sister who's a lawyer and Erin realizes that you and Mouse like each other but will never make a move because of his friendship with Jay so she makes a lie that your dating Severide (because y'all are always flirting, even if it means nothing) to make him jealous so he makes a move??

A/N: Sorry this wasn't up sooner. Thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy :)

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“He still hasn’t asked you out” Erin asked, surprised.

“No and he won’t” You shrugged.

Erin was one of your close friends, she had been ever since she started working with your brother Jay. You were a lawyer and you worked at the state attorney’s office. You had met Erin when you went to visit Jay at work, just after they started working together, and the two of you quickly became friends. The two of you would often meet up for coffee or drinks at Molly’s. You were currently talking about Mouse, Erin’s favorite topic. She loved to tease you about your relationship, or lack of one.

You had first met Mouse when him and Jay would hang out, after they came back from the Army. You have had feelings for Mouse since you first met him, and as far as you knew, he had feelings for you too. The problem was your brother. Mouse would never ask you out because of Jay. He was worried that it would ruin their friendship. You knew this was crazy, Jay would be happy for you, but Mouse didn’t think so.

“It’s the 21st century Y/N, why don’t you just ask him out yourself” Erin suggested.

“Because he would say no. For the same reason, he would never ask me out in the first place” You explained. You looked up as you heard the door to Molly’s open, seeing a familiar face. “Hey” You smiled, standing to give Severide a hug.

“Hey cutie” Severide hugged you back.

You and Severide had known each other for years, and were very close friends. The two of you had a very flirty relationship and people often thought the two of you were dating. People would always tease the two of you about getting together, thinking that you liked each other, but both of you knew that the feelings were only platonic.

“You sure there is nothing going on between you two” Erin asked, once Severide had walked away.

“I’ve told you so many times, we are just friends” You laughed, “Plus, you know that I have feelings for Mouse”.

“About that, I have an idea” Erin smirked, a cheeky smile forming on her face.

“Uh oh” You joked.

The two of you sat there, as Erin explained her plan to get Mouse to finally ask you out. You though the plan was ridiculous, and you told her so. You sat there the whole time shaking your head and laughing, telling her that the plan would never work. Erin kept insisting that it would work, and eventually you gave up, knowing that she was too stubborn and would go through with the plan whether you agreed or not.

When Erin was at work the next day, she went to talk to Mouse, and put her plan into action.

“Hi” Mouse smiled, turning slightly in his chair as Erin entered the room, “What’s up?”

“Nothing, just wanted to say hi” Erin replied, “So, I had drinks with Y/N last night.”

“Oh, so you want to talk about that” Mouse replied, emphasizing the last word.

“No, I was just going to tell you that she said hello” Erin smiled.

“Oh, how is she” Mouse asked curiously.

“She’s good, did you know that she was dating Severide” Erin answered, starting to implement her plan.

“No, I didn’t know that, I thought they were just friends” Mouse’s face dropped, this news obviously bothering him.

“Apparently not anymore” Erin shrugged, “Anyway, I have to get back to work.”

The first part of Erin’s plan was complete. The plan was to tell Mouse that you and Severide were dating, even though you weren’t actually. Mouse was supposed to get jealous of you and Severide and finally admit his feelings for you. You had pointed out that if Mouse thought you had feelings for someone else then he probably wouldn’t want to tell you his feelings for you, but Erin had insisted that it would work. You had decided to trust Erin and her plan, she usually knew more about these kinds of things anyway.

Over the next few days, you were busy with work, so you didn’t get a chance to see if Erin’s plan was working or not. You talked to Erin a couples of times, she insisted that the plan was working, and Mouse would soon be asking you out. Apparently, Mouse had asked Erin about you and Severide a few times, wondering how long you had been together and how serious you were. Erin was sure he would make his move any day now, but you weren’t so sure. Even if Mouse was jealous, and even if he wasn’t worried about how Jay would react, he was still quite a nervous person. You can’t imagine Mouse asking you out, he would most likely get too nervous and end up not doing it.

Finally, the day came, you were sitting in Molly’s having a drink with Mouse.

“So you and Severide” Mouse suddenly asked, looking down at the table.

“Yeah I guess” You shrugged nervously, not sure what you were supposed to say. You didn’t like lying to Mouse, it just felt wrong, and it felt weird to say you and Severide were a couple.

“Oh- that’s uh- that’s cool” Mouse nervously mumbled.

“Are you okay” You asked, trying to get Mouse to look at you.

“Yeah I’m fine” Mouse answered, trying to force a smile, “actually no, I’m not.”

“Why, what’s wrong” You asked, hoping this was only about you and Severide and hoping nothing more was wrong.

“You and Severide” Mouse whispered. “I thought you and I were, like, I don’t know, a thing. You know that I like you and I guess, I thought you liked me too.”

“I do” You started, getting more and more nervous, “I’m not with Severide. It was a silly plan that Erin came up with because she knew that I liked you and that I wanted you to ask me out, and she said that even though you liked me too, you might need a little push.”

“Wait, so this was just a plan to get me to ask you out” Mouse asked, a small smile starting to form on his face.

“Yeah” You shrugged, “I know it was a silly plan and I’m sorry but Erin thought it would work.”

“It did” Mouse smiled, grabbing your hand. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his as he held your hand in his. “Would you maybe go out with me sometime” Mouse asked, starting to get nervous again.

“I would love to” You smiled. The two of you sat there, hand in hand, looking into each other’s eyes, with huge smiles on your faces.

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i-spaced-sorry · 2 years ago

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So I had a prompt generator prompt that I had saved like months ago. It was for the Diagnosis Murder fandom but I never wrote anything for the prompt. I found it last night during a service outage that happened and ended up changing the prompt the match the Chicago PD fandom and my brain ran wild with this.

so enjoy whatever this ended up being!

Prompt: Mouse sits down with a dead look in their eyes as they set down their coffee and open their bag. Adam watches as they pull a Monster Energy drink out of their bag and pour it into their coffee. Mouse then says “I'm going to die.” and then proceeds to chug the whole thing.

It had been a rough night for Mouse and Jay. They had been up half the night each dealing with separate PTSD induced nightmares and they sadly fed into each other having panic attacks. When they arrived at the District the following morning, they both looked like Death ran them over repeatedly and then revived them to just run them over again.

“You two are messing up the architecture. What the hell happened?” Trudy called from her post at the desk. She watched as the two walked to her desk.

“We uh had a rough night.” was all Mouse could say and Jay just smiled.

Before they could be the butt of more of Trudy’s comments, they walked up to the bullpen.

The morning didn’t get better. There had been a shooting revolving around kids in West Pilsen. By the time lunch rolled around everyone knew to steer clear of Jay and Mouse. Well everyone but Adam. Adam had been out for most of the morning with Makayla at a doctor's appointment. So he only got the short summary of why he should steer clear of Jay and Mouse.

He walked into the breakroom to get some coffee when he noticed Jay and Mouse both sitting with cups in hand.

“Mouse, I thought you didn’t drink coffee” stated Adam while pouring himself a cup. He turned around and watched Jay pull out a can of Monster, crack it open, pour half the can in his cup and offer it to Mouse; who happily pushed his cup towards Jay. Jay poured the rest of the can in his cup and both of them looked Adam in the eye and stated, “We look like death anyway, why not just keel over to match” and then proceeded to chug the mugs.

“Hailey! Kim!” yelled Adam not peeling his eyes off the two.

The girls came running into the room and took the scene in. “What’s up Adam” sighed Kim watching as the two boys sat at the table were just sipping on mugs.

Adam took the mug out of Jay’s hands and helped him stand up. “This one, pulled out a can of Monster and poured half in his cup of coffee. Hailey, get him home to sleep” he said while passing the man off to Hailey for her to deal with.

He then walks over to Mouse and removes the mug from his hands and helps him stand, “and this one is drinking coffee with the monster that Jay so kindly poured into his cup. Please get him tea before his heart stops” he added while pushing the man towards Kim.

#jay halstead imagine #mouse gerwitz imagine #adam ruzek #trudy platt #jay halstead #mouse gerwitz #chicago pd #chicago pd imagine

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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 8 months ago

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Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz: Crazy

You stormed down to the tech lab anger and panic filling the space in your chest. You see your boyfriend sitting in front of a computer typing on a computer with headphones on. He is clearly absorbed in his work and doesn’t notice you until you make it into his peripheral vision. He glances up and into a window seeing your reflection behind him. He swivels in his chair, a smile on his face at the sight of you. It quickly drops off his face when he notices your expression. “Baby...?”

“When were you going to tell me?” You demand, stopping a foot in front of him. He sits up straighter in his chair and you can tell he is evaluating you. Your jaw is tight with tension, arms crossing over your chest in a distinctively closed-off position. Putting distance between you and him and defending yourself from the emotional blow you felt was coming.

When Mouse found no clues but anger on your face, he started searching his memory for things that could have brought on this confrontation. He came up empty-handed. You two had always had a very open way of communication, something Mouse wasn’t used to, that often killed problems before they had time to develop. “You know, I’m a lot better at this whole thing when I actually know what we are fighting about.”

You scoffed at him, shaking your head in disbelief. Your frustration and anger with him were building and you could feel it getting ready to explode through your chest. Mouse could see the emotions bubbling up inside you. He tried to defuse the situation. He stayed calm keeping his voice even as he slid his chair closer to you instead of standing to keep himself smaller. “Hey baby, c’mon now. Talk to me.”

His hands reached for your hips to try to soothe you. You push the folded paper against his chest a little harder than necessary. You pull your hand back and watch the paper drop into his lap. “I’m talking about this! I can’t believe you didn’t have the decency to give me a heads up, or I don’t know have a conversation before making life-altering decisions for us.” Mouse’s confused blue gaze stayed on you, as he grappled for the paper and unfolded it. He looked down to see what the fuss was about. He stilled when he saw the paper. “Well, say something!” You demand when he stays silent.

He looks back up at you, blue eyes soft. “Sweetheart, I think you have the wrong idea.” He says gently but it only has the effect of amping you up even more. It sounds like a brush-off- him condescending you.

“I’m not stupid. It’s a release to go back to your unit. The Ranger’s 75th unit.” Your voice is getting louder, and you are pointing at him angrily. He stays strangely calm as he offers the half-filled paper back out to you.

“Yeah, you're right. But sweetie look at the date.” His long finger taps the top corner of the page where the date is printed in black ink. You had seen it before it was dated out a month ago. But when your eyes scan back over the page you notice the year. The paper wasn’t from a month ago but a year and a month ago. Your mouth parts into a silent O as your arms drop down. You reach for the paper and Mouse hands it over without any resistance. You bring the paper back up to reread again to make sure that your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you.

This time when Mouse reaches for your hips you don’t take a step back. “I-wait what?” You mumble as you rake a hand through your hair. He smoothed his hands down your sides and to your thighs. He pulled you closer to him easing you down onto his lap. He traces his hand down your thigh.

“I was offered to go back to my unit last year. They needed a proficient comms tech. I was struggling with being out of the field here. I felt like...” He paused still struggling with emotions though it had become easier. “Like it would be best for me to go back. Back where I knew that I was the good guy.”

You searched his blue eyes, “What happened?”

“I had a felony.” You tried not to let the shock show on your face. You knew that he had done some sketchy things when he got back from the service, but you didn’t know that he had caught a felony. “It was nothing crazy. I was caught with a truck of stolen Blu-Ray players.” He coughs as he adds, “And hacking into the Department of Defense.”

“You what- why would you hack- you know what, it doesn’t even matter.” Mouse gave you a grateful nod- though he would have told you. “So, you couldn’t go.” He tilted his head back and forth indecisively.

“Not necessarily, I just needed to get it expunged from my record.”

“But you couldn’t?” You rub his arm comfortingly. You were trying to squash your gratefulness that it hadn’t worked out for him. If it had the two of you would have ever been here now. In the relationship with a man, you loved.

He smiled fondly at you, “I did actually.”

“Then why-?” He squeezed your thigh firmly.

“Well, I was on my way to convince Jay to help me get it expunged. When I bumped into this beautiful girl at the coffee shop.” The breath caught in your chest. You search his face, a warm loving smile on his lips. He cupped your cheek, tracing your cheekbone with a calloused thumb.

“You gave it up for a girl you just met? That crazy.”

“No, I still went through the motions to go back. Keep in contact with my supervisor, went through the process to get my felony expunged.” He paused seeing the tears mist your eyes. Wiping away the tear when it rolled down your cheek. “But I spent time with you too. By the time I got the paper signed for my record to be cleared, I didn’t want to leave you. I knew if I did that would be the end of it for us. And I knew something was there. You were a light in my life. Leaving that without giving it a real shot- that would have been crazy.”

I hate that Mouse left. Now I changed it so that he gets to stay. <3 I’m starting a tag list if you would like to be added, just leave a comment saying so.

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dandelionfairyyy · 1 year ago

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Writing my first Mouse-Oneshot…

I wrote nearly 4K words by now and I think the story didn’t even really started yet… 😂

So be ready for a very long but very beautiful Oneshot 😌

PS: my head is a mess now… 😂

PPS: the research for this was really fun tho 🤭😂

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bullet-prooflove · 2 years ago

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Empathy - Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz x Reader

Trigger Warning: Depression

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It was dark outside of Greg’s bedroom window, so dark that he couldn’t see any evidence of the street below. There was only his reflection. A sickly, hollowed man staring back at him

He tried to smile but the edges of his mouth wouldn’t comply, instead his lips pursed together forming a grimace. He couldn’t remember the last time he had smiled. It used to be so easy, so frequent…

He didn’t recognise that person anymore.

The one that sang in the shower, that took pleasure in the little things like that first sip of coffee in the morning, or the smell of freshly cut grass. His motions felt mechanical, as if his body were simply working through the same routine it always it.

“Greg…”

The sound of his name rolling off your lips drew him out of his thoughts. He glanced over his shoulder to see you standing in the doorway of the bedroom. You were wrapped up in a long woollen overcoat, your hair was damp, darkened from the rain outside Greg guessed.

He frowned turning his attention back to the window. He hadn’t even noticed it was raining. He could hear your movements behind him, the clatter of the spare set of keys on the surface of the dresser, the rustle of clothing. He was always aware of your presence.

“Greg, you’ve not been answering my calls.” You said quietly, your footsteps light as you approached. “I was worried.”

He hadn’t been answering anybody’s calls. He’d thrown his cell phone on the coffee table and not bothered to look at it since. Even the act of picking it up seemed exhausting.

“Greg…” You said once more, your hand enclosed on Greg’s shoulder.

Greg inhaled deeply at the sensation, entranced for a moment by the flush of heat that always seemed to resonate through his body whenever you touched him. He felt heavy, fatigued even as he turned to face you.

There was no question that you saw the anguish in his eyes. You mouth fixed in a grim line, vibrant eyes burning with empathy.

“Come here.” You murmured.

Greg found himself enveloped in your arms. He held himself stiffly for a moment, surprised by the reaction before he melted into the embrace, burying his face in the hollow of your throat. He inhaled the scent of your perfume, that soft floral scent flooding his sinuses as he gripped your coat in tightly bunched fists. Your palm came to rest on the back of his neck, your thumb softly soothing over the Greg’s sensitive skin.

“I’ve got you.” You whispered into his ear. “Whatever you need Greg, I’m here.”

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marshmallows2345 · 3 years ago

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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.

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