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A Home in His Heart

Request: You know what would be so cute 👀

A Severide x daughter fic 

I feel like he would be the best dad to a foster teen and I know you’d write it so well ❤️

Pairings: Kelly Severide x Foster-Adopted Daughter!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing

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A/N: I loved this so much that I might consider making this into a universe....

Not many people knew but Kelly Severide was a foster parent. He had been since he turned the legal age to become one. He's had kids of all different ages come and go but none of them stayed, it seemed like once they got there, they were gone. He tried not to get attached but that never was the case especially with his newest foster kid, you, that had just begun to stay with him.

You had been bounced around from foster home to foster home and it really bummed you out. Once you got comfortable in one you were being pushed into another, whether it be that they didn't want to be foster parents anymore or they claimed you were too difficult or they were abusive. You weren't a difficult child, you weren't far from it, until you started being bounced around so you held your emotions back and started acting out. 

You had been placed into foster care when you and your parents were in a car accident and it sadly took them away from you. You were the only one to have survived and you had no living grandparents and your aunt on your mom's side couldn't leave her busy life time as a lawyer to actually raise you, her job was more important than you. Your dad didn't have any siblings so that was out of the question so foster care it was. You loved your parents with all your heart and it hurt when you learned that they passed away. That was 4 years ago when you were 8 years old, now you're 12 years old. You just wanted a stable household.

Currently you are in the car being driven to your next foster home. Your social service worker, Zoey, was the one driving. You loved her and she loved you, she has kids of her own and you often asked if she could adopt you but she just gave you a sad smile and explained calmly why that couldn’t happen. She actually loved her job and she loved helping the kids. She felt so sympathetic for you after she heard your story. You were currently stopped at a stoplight and she looked over at you and saw that you were pouting and moody and she sighed this was to be expected. The last foster home practically kicked you out because they didn’t want to be foster parents anymore. “Y/N.” Zoey said in a caring soothing voice and you turned to look at her.

“Yea?” You asked 

“This one is going to be different.” She said and you looked at her and rolled your eyes.

“You always say that.” You said and she smiled and moved one hand from the steering wheel and put her hand on yours.

“Yes, I know but this one is going to be so different.” She said and she turned her attention and hand back to the steering wheel as the light turned green. 

“How?” You asked

“Well for one his name is Kelly Severide. He’s a firefighter and he loves kids.” She said as she pulled up to his house and it was nice. 2 story brick house with a truck parked outside a garage and a spacious front and backyard. He did have an apartment but when he started to foster, he figured he should invest in an actual house with a yard. You really liked the house. Zoey parked by Kell’s truck and killed the engine and turned to you. “Please give this one a try.” She said and you looked at her and nodded in agreement.

“Ok.” You said and she smiled and leaned over and hugged you. When she released you the both of you got out and you both grabbed your bags and headed to the front door. Zoey rang the doorbell and you stood there with your head down. After a minute the door opened to reveal a nice-looking man, he looked so kind and looked like he cared for everyone.

“Hi.” He said 

“Hi, I’m Zoey. We talked on the phone.” Zoey said and he smiled and nodded and this, she said pointing to you, “This is Y/N.” Zoey said and you looked up and he smiled and you actually felt safe with him.

“Hi, I’m Kelly.” He said with a kind voice and you smiled but didn’t say anything and he didn’t push. He stood back from the door and you both walked in. Once in he shut the door and you all walked into the living room and sat down on the couch and he in a chair. “So what hobbies are you into?” He asked looking at you and you looked up at him, that was new, you looked at Zoey and she gave you a nod and an encouraging nod. You turned to look at the man.

“I like taking pictures, hiking, reading, and helping people out, I used to do it with-.” You said but trailed off.

“Hey it’s ok.” He said

“With my parents.” You said and he smiled and nodded. 

“Do you play any sports?” He asked and you nodded eagerly.

“Soccer and softball are my favorites and I love playing them.” You said and he smiled.

“I used to play baseball when I was younger.” Kelly said and you looked at him.

“Really?” You asked and he nodded.

“Any foods you dislike or allergic to?” He asked and you thought about it and turned to Zoey for help.

“She’s allergic to nuts and shellfish.” Zoey said as she handed him a file, one you’re used to. He nodded.

“I don’t like most fish but that is probably because I never found one, I liked or it wasn’t cooked right.” You said trying to remember “I’m not really picky.” You said and he nodded and smiled.

“Anything you absolutely love?” He asked

“Sushi, as long as there is no shellfish, pizza, steak, love steak, and the list goes on.” You said with a smile.

“Why don’t I show you your new room and let you settle in while Zoey and I talk?” He asked and you nodded and you all stood and before Zoey or you could grab your bags, he grabbed them all in one go, the other foster homes would’ve made you carry them on your own. You walked up the stairs and two doors down he opened it. “We can paint it whatever color you want and decorate it however you want.” He said and you looked up at him.

“Really?” You asked shocked and he nodded and you ran to hug him. Something that surprised him and Zoey but it wasn’t unwelcomed and he hugged you back. You released him and started unpacking some things. 

“We’ll leave you to it.” He said and he and Zoey walked away and back downstairs. “Anything else I need to know?” He asked once they were in the kitchen.

“Her birthday is Y/B/D, which is next month on a Saturday. Also, her parent’s death anniversary is coming up on Friday in 2 weeks, she usually gets moody and acts out during this time.” She said and she watched him take out his phone and program the dates in his phone, something she hadn’t seen any other foster family do before. Just then you came down smiling and they turned when they heard you and smiled. 

“All unpacked?” Kelly asked and you nodded “Good. Tonight Firehouse 51 is having a cookout and everyone is looking forward to meeting you and you’re going to love them. They're all just children inside adult bodies.” He said and everyone chuckled.

“With that said I should be going.” Zoey said and you frowned and walked over and hugged her and then quickly released her. She looked at the both of you. “You both have my numbers so don’t hesitate to call day or night.” She and you both nodded. She gave you one more hug and then hugged Kelly and you both walked her to the door and she turned to you both again and mainly spoke to Kelly. “I’ll be back soon to see how everything is going.” She said and you looked at her.

“Will you be here for my birthday?” You asked and she smiled and looked at you.

“Of course, as long as it is ok with Mr. Severide.” She said and you looked at him and he looked at you as you gave him a puppy dog eyed look and he smiled.

“Of course it is ok with me. Also please call me Kelly. Mr. Severide was my father.” He said looking at Zoey and she smiled.

“Of course, Kelly. Well, I better be off. Y/N be good for Kelly and do everything he asks. Ok?” She asked and you nodded. She smiled and then she turned towards the door and opened it and walked out. You and Kelly watched her get in her car and back out she waved and you both waved back and then she was on the street driving away. Kelly turned to look at you. 

“So, what do you want to do first?” He asked

“Can you help me rearrange my bedroom?” You asked shyly and he smiled and nodded.

“Of course. Let’s go. We have some time before we have to be at the cookout.” He said as he and you walked back into the house and he shut the door and you both headed upstairs to your room. The both of you had spent time rearranging your bedroom and helped you hang stuff that you wanted hung. Kelly looked at his watch and he smiled and then looked up at you. “Why don’t you go and freshen up and then we can start heading our way to the cookout.” He said and you smiled and nodded at him. “I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” He said and you nodded and gave him a smile. You looked at yourself in the mirror and decided that you desperately needed a shower so you grabbed your clothes. You were quick to take your shower and get changed quickly and headed downstairs, something that was trained in you from bouncing from foster home to foster home and you hated it. 

“I’m ready.” You said when you joined Kelly in the kitchen and he turned and smiled.

“That was fast.” He said and you nodded and smiled sadly at him.

“Yea, my other foster homes made us take timed showers…” You said and trailed off not looking at him and that broke his heart. He walked over to you and lifted your head up gently.

“Hey, look at me.” He said and you did and you saw him smiling at you “You can take your time here. I want you to enjoy your time here. My home is your home.” He said and you nodded and he smiled and let go of your face and pulled you into a hug.

“Thank you, Kelly.” You said into his chest and he hugged you just a little bit tighter and kissed your head.

“Anytime kid.” He said into your hair. The two of you broke apart and he nodded and then grabbed his keys and the two of you were off heading to his truck. You started to get in the back but he was quick to shut the door and you looked up at him “You sit up front.” He said and you looked at him surprised, when you were at the other foster homes, they made you sit in the back no matter what. Zoey always had to tell you to sit up front as well.

“Really?” You asked and he smiled and nodded and then you went around the truck and opened the passenger side door and climbed in and settled in like you were meant to be there. He got on the driver’s side and started the engine. You wanted to turn the radio on but was hesitant and he saw this. 

“You can turn it on if you want and listen to whatever you want.” He said and again you looked at him surprised, you got yelled at if you tried to turn on the radio and listen to whatever you wanted. You smiled and were quick to turn on the radio and turn it to a country station. “Country is a favorite of mine.” He said and you looked at him with all the love in the world and he loved that he smiled and then put the truck into reverse and started to head to Herrmann’s place. 

“Have you always wanted to be a firefighter?” You asked shyly now second guessing if you should have said anything “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.” You said after a minute of silence and he shook his head.

“Hey, no. I love when you ask questions, ask away. To answer your question, yes, I have.” He said and your eyes widened.

“That is so cool. I have so much respect for cops, firefighters, EMTs, and doctors. They saved my life and tried to save my parent’s life too.” You said and then got quiet and he was quick to notice that.

“You’re allowed to talk about them and to them. It helps with grieving.” He said again you were practically shut down when you started to talk about your parents. “I’m not trying to replace them and I want you to know that.” He said and you looked at him with tears in your eyes and he looked over at you when he was stopped at a stoplight and he smiled softly at you.

“Really?” You asked in a watery whisper.

“Really, Kiddo.” He said and then you hugged him the best you could. 

“Thank you.” You said and he smiled and kissed your head.

“Anytime, Kiddo. Anytime.” He said and then he turned his attention back to the road as the light turned green.  

“What is the rest of the firehouse like?” You asked curious. 

“They're goofy. Easy to get along with. We have several females on the team so you will most definitely not feel left out.” He said turning into a neighborhood. You nodded taking the information in.

“Are you seeing anyone?” You asked genuinely curious.

“No, I'm not.” He said and you knew he was hiding something.

“Do you like one of the girls?” You asked and he stayed quiet and he was blushing?

“No.” He said in a higher pitched voice.

“You do! You totally do!” You said and he blushed even harder. 

“Oh, look we're here!” He said trying to end the conversation as he parked and killed the engine.

“I'm gonna find out who.” You said with a mischievous grin and he looked over and smiled.

“No, you won't.” He said 

“Yes, I will.” You said and then got out of the truck and him following your lead. He already loved you; you were perfect and fun to get along with. Kelly was quick to catch up to you and he knocked on the door and after a minute it was opened and a man was standing in the doorway. 

“Kelly! Welcome!” He said and then turned to you. “Hi, I'm Christopher Herrmann and you must be Y/N.” He said and you looked down shyly and nodded.

“Hi.” You said and he smiled.

“Come on, give me a hug. You're family now.” Christopher said and pulled you into a hug which you shyly hugged back and then you two broke apart. “Get in here! Stella and the girls are dying to meet you.” He said and turned and you looked at Kelly. You were smiling when Stella’s name was mentioned and you smirked and he looked down at you.

“What?” He asked, “Stop looking at me like that.” He said and you shook your head as he started walking in and you followed suit.

“I'm closer to figuring it out. I already have a name.” You said and he turned to you.

“Don't you say anything.” He said pointing at you but you knew he was being playful.

“My lips are sealed.” You said making the motion and smirking. He shook his head and smiled; he really did like you. You followed him out to the backyard where a lot more people were and you started to get overwhelmed and stopped and he took notice of this especially when you stopped in the doorway.

“Hey,” He said, turning to you and getting serious and getting down to your level “if you start getting overwhelmed or want to go home, just tell me and we'll sort it out or go home. You're in control here.” He said and you nodded and he smiled and stood up and you clung to him. You liked Kelly a lot, he was so different from the last foster homes. You wanted to stay with him forever. 

Kelly walked over to someone with you in tow. One of the girls saw him and smiled “Kelly!” She yelled out and hugged him and he hugged back and then they released each other.

“Gabriela, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Gabriela Dawson she is a paramedic on Ambulance 61.” Kelly said and you shyly waved at her and she practically squealed with excitement.

“Kelly has nonstop talked about you and how excited he was. You’re gonna love it here and you’re gonna love it with him.” She said and hugged you and you hesitantly hugged her back.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You said when she released you.

“Come on, the others are dying to meet you!” She said and started ushering you and Kelly to the others. You arrived over to the group and Kelly greeted everyone and then he started to let them introduce themselves to you and you back to them. There were a lot of people and you were overwhelmed at first but throughout the cookout and playing games you slowly started to detach yourself from Kelly and started to hang out with more and more people. Kelly took note of this and was really happy at what he was seeing. One person seemed to be missing in the group and you saw Kelly looking around until you heard a female voice sound from near the house.

“Sorry, I’m late. I had some things that absolutely needed to get done.” She said and you saw Kelly light up like a Christmas tree, so this must be Stella you thought to yourself and smirked you figured it out.

“That’s ok. Herrmann just now started to cook.” Kelly said and hugged her “Oh! I want you to meet someone. Y/N!” He shouted and waved you over and you made your way over after excusing yourself. “Stella meet Y/N. Y/N this is Stella Kidd.” He said and he saw you smile and wave at her and she smiled back.

“Nice to meet you, Kelly has told me so much about you!” She exclaimed and hugged you and you hugged back and then looked at him with a smirk on your face and he knew that you knew that she was the one he liked.

“It’s nice to meet you too. I’ve been hearing a lot of good things about you from Kelly and the others.” You said and she smiled and then she was being called over to someone else and you looked at Kelly.

“Don’t.” He said and you smirked.

“Don’t what?” You asked, still smirking “Now I know who she is. This is gonna be fun.” You said and walked away to join Stella, Sylvie, and Gabriela. Occasionally you would look up at Kelly and smile sweetly at him but he knew what you were doing and he would just smile and shake his head. It was like you really were his kid.

A few hours later and the cookout was dwindling and you were spent and ready to go home. You made your rounds of bidding everyone that was still there a goodbye and then you were walking back to Kelly’s truck and hopped into the passenger side seat. You let out a sigh and relaxed into the seat. “Did you have a good time?” He asked as he turned the engine over and reversed the truck and you nodded.

“A really good time. Everyone is so nice. It was refreshing.” You said and let your eyes slip closed just now feeling how exhausted you were. Kelly put the truck in drive once he was on the road and looked over at you.

“I’m glad you had a good time. Everyone really liked you.” He said and you smiled and cracked your eyes open at him and then let them shut again and you were out before he even started to move. He turned the radio down and started heading home. It didn't take you both to be home, Kelly pulled into the driveway and killed the engine and looked over at you still sleeping away and he smiled. He got out and walked over to the passenger side door and carefully opened it. He undid your seatbelt and took you in his arms and carried you to the house and inside. He quietly shut the door and carried you upstairs to your room, he gently laid you down and took your shoes off and covered you up and made sure you were comfortable and headed out of your room and to the kitchen. It was late when you both got home so he understood why you had fallen asleep. He tidied everything up and then went upstairs and checked on you one more time and got ready for bed himself and in no time, he was asleep with a smile on his face. He was so lucky to have in his life, he knew you were it for him. He even is having thoughts about adopting you and that was rare for him but you just completed him.

The next morning you woke up confused but well rested. You yawned and stretched and then you smelt something that made your mouth water and that had you getting up but not before you changed out of your jeans and into sweats and threw on a hoodie. You walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where Kelly turned when he heard you. “Good morning. Sleep well?” He asked and you nodded.

“I did. Thank you for carrying me in last night.” You said and he smiled at you.

“You were sleeping well; no way was I going to wake you up. I’m strong enough to carry someone.” He said chuckling and that made you chuckle.

“Can I help with anything?” You asked, he shook his head.

“Nope not unless you want to but you’re not obligated to.” He said and you nodded. “You can just sit tight and breakfast will be ready, now.” He said as he turned off the stove and put pancakes and bacon on a plate and walked it over to the table. “Dig in.” He said and smiled and that is what you did. His cooking was delicious, more delicious than the other foster homes you’ve been in. 

“This is so good.” You said taking another bite.

“Thank you. I’m so glad you liked it. Just wait until you have food at the firehouse, you’ll fall in love.” He said and you smiled at him.

“I’m so looking forward to it.” You said and he smiled and took a bite of this food. 

You really loved it here. Zoey was right, this foster home was different and you were going to give him a chance.

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Throughout the two weeks that you were there you met a lot of people and you had fallen in love with each and every one of them. It was Friday the day your parents had passed away and it was hitting you hard to the point where you were acting out against Kelly but he never once got frustrated with you or threatened to send you back, he was patient with you. 

One day you had left school during lunch, you had started school the week before after being signed up by Zoey. Everything was too much and everything was too much, you were a bright intelligent girl and you loved school but you just needed away. You were also quick to make friends, two that you made friends with were named Sam and his boyfriend Cooper. You also made friends with a girl named Aubrey. They saw your look and became worried. “Everything ok, Y/N/N?” Sam asked and you looked at him and shook your head.

“No, today is just a good day.” You said hoping to leave it at that and they sensed that. “Hey I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” You said easily and they nodded and you headed out but instead of heading towards the bathroom you steered towards the entrance of the school and since you were allowed to eat outside nobody thought anything of it. You were quick to take off school grounds and headed your way to the park, thankfully you were from Chicago and knew your way around. Once at the park you sat on a bench with your knees up. Tears slowly started to spill out of your eyes. “Why? Why did you have to leave me?” You asked nobody in particular.

Back at the school lunch had ended and classes resumed but you were nowhere in sight and this worried the teachers and they had called the front office and they were quick to call Kelly. 

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Kelly and Stella were confused when they heard his phone ring, he had his ringer on in case it was your school trying to reach him. It rang twice before he picked up. 

“Kelly Severide?” Olivia, the front desk receptionist asked.

“This is he.” He answered “Is everything ok?” He asked if he looked at Stella and she could see the panic on his face. 

“This is Olivia from Chicago Middle School. We have been notified that your daughter has not been seen since lunch.” Olivia said and his blood ran cold.

“Thank you for letting me know.” He said not really knowing what to say.

“You’re welcome Mr. Severide.” She said and then they hung up the phone and he just stared ahead and then his mind began to race.

“Everything ok?” Stella asked concerned.

“Y/N isn’t at school. Nobody has seen her since lunch.” Kelly said. What if something happened to you? What if you were in danger and needed him? “I need to call Jay.” He said just then his phone rang and he looked at it and saw that it was Jay.

“Jay.” He said “Y/N isn’t at school.” He started to panic.

“I know.” Jay said 

“What if something happened? What if she needs medical assistance? What if- wait, how do you know?” He asked just now, hearing what he had said.

“She’s with me. I was on patrol with Hailey looking for someone and found her sitting on a bench in the park. She looked upset.” Jay said and then it hit Kelly.

“It’s the day her parents died. Zoey warned me she would be acting out. Where are you now?” He asked

“Still at the park. She’s in the truck with Hailey in the heat.” Jay said and Kelly nodded.

“Don’t move. I’ll be there soon.” Kelly said

“You got it.” Jay said and they hung up.

Kelly was so relieved; you were with someone he trusted and hopefully you trusted. He sat there for a few minutes. “Jay and Hailey are with her.” He said to Stella and she looked relieved.

“Oh, thank goodness. Go.” She said after she saw him just sitting there and then he got up and went to Boden and told him what was going on and he was quick to give him the keys to the truck and he was on his way to you.

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You were sitting there thinking about how stupid it was that you didn’t contact anyone especially Kelly and you were regretting it but you didn’t move. “Y/N?” You heard someone call your name and you turned around and saw that it was Jay Halstead, a friend of Kelly’s and you really liked him.

“Jay.” You said and turned back around as he came and sat next to you.

“What are you doing out here kid?” He asked 

“I walked out of school.” You said not looking at him.

“Why did you do that?” He asked

“I just got overwhelmed. I couldn’t take it. It’s not a good day.” You said and he nodded.

“Why don’t you come back to the truck? Get out of this cold.” He said and you nodded and you let him lead the way. When you got to the truck, he opened the back door and you got in and then noticed Hailey. “Stay here and I’m gonna call Kelly.” He said and you and Hailey nodded.

“Everything ok, Sweetheart?” Hailey asked looking back at you and you shook your head and she left it at that not pushing and you appreciated that. “If you need anything you can come and talk to any of us.” She said and you nodded. Just then Jay opened the driver’s side door and got in. 

“Kelly will be here in a few minutes.” He said looking at you and you nodded. Small talk was made and then they started talking about the case and this got you interested. 

“Have you thought about why he has been staying around this area?” You asked and they turned to look at you.

“No, we haven’t. What are you thinking?” He asked

“Maybe he has a family here and doesn’t want to leave them although the girlfriend or ex-wife doesn’t want him around and has moved on. Maybe he is killing for revenge.” You said with a shrug of your shoulders and they stared at you.

“We never thought about that. We’ll definitely have to look into it.” He said and then he saw the chief fire truck roll up and Kelly got out and you were quick to get out and run to him.

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry that I ran away from school. I’ll never do it again. Please don’t hit me.” You said and pleaded and that broke Kelly’s heart.

“I’m not going to hit you. I just want to know why you ran away from school.” He said and kissed your head. You looked up at him from your hugging position and he looked down at you.

“I just got overwhelmed. I couldn’t take it anymore so I left.” You told him and he nodded. He looked up at Jay and Hailey and nodded and Jay flashed his police lights at you both and they were gone. 

“Come on. I wanna take you somewhere.” He said and you nodded sniffling. He led you to the truck and you got in and so did he and started to drive. You were confused.

“Where are we going?” You asked

“You’ll see.” He said and you nodded. 5 minutes later he was pulling into the cemetery and he drove around until he got to the spot where he wanted to be. You realized where you were, you were at your parent’s grave. He stopped the truck and put it into park and turned to you. 

“Kelly?” You asked with a watery voice and he smiled at you and nodded and you got out and went to them and he was soon following. 

“You can come and visit them anytime you would like. Just tell me and we’ll find a time to come.” He said and you started bawling and hugged him.

“Thank you so much. This means so much to me.” You said and he smiled and hugged you back and kissed your head. “Stay as long as you want.” He said and you nodded and then he walked back to the truck and got in leaving you alone and you turned towards the graves.

“Hi mom and dad. I miss you so much. It’s been tough not having you here but I think I found a really great foster home this time. You would really like him. He’s a firefighter and he loves kids. I really like him. He reminds me so much of you dad. I wanna call him dad but I don’t want to feel like I’m replacing you dad. I know it sounds silly.” You said you felt like someone was touching your cheek almost like telling you it’s ok, you shivered “I really hate to cut this short but I’m starting to get cold. I promised to come back and talk to you soon. I love you both.” You added and kissed the headstone. You turned back towards the truck and got in and Kelly turned to look at you.

“You, ok?” He asked and you smiled and nodded.

“Thank you. Nobody has done that for me before.” You said and he smiled.

“Like I said, anytime you want to come out here just tell me.” He said and you nodded “I also called the school and explained everything. You’re coming back to the firehouse with me.” He added and you nodded.

“I’m sorry for doing this to you.” You said and he smiled and ran his fingers through your hair.

“Just please don’t do it again. Next time, call me.” He said and you nodded your head.

“I will.” You said and he smiled.

“Good now let’s go.” He said and headed back towards the firehouse. 

Kelly was definitely different and you loved him for that. He didn’t try to push you into anything and he took time to listen to you. You didn’t want to leave him. Ever.

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A month has passed and you and Kelly have truly bonded unbeknownst to you he and Zoey have been talking about him adopting you. Everything was falling into place and he was really happy about it. He had several people back him that he would be a great father to you. He couldn’t wait to give you the news on your birthday as a birthday present. 

Y/B/D had finally rolled around and you were excited you had planned for your friends and their parents, Firehouse 51 and families, Intelligence and families including Will, Connor, Zoey, and few others were there. The party was going to be held at Kelly’s house. It was time for the party to start and everyone had shown up and the party was in full swing. There was chit chat around everywhere and everyone had brought presents for you. Everyone was wishing you a happy birthday and all the kids went and played together. 

As the night went on you were smiling and having a blast. Food was eaten and then it came time for cake and presents. Everyone sang Happy Birthday to you and you blushed embarrassed and then you blew out the candles. “What did you wish for?” Connor asked and you looked at him.

“If I tell you then it wouldn’t come true.” You said with a smirk and everyone laughed.

“You got me there.” He said and then you started to open presents and you got a lot and you loved every single one of them. You expressed this to everyone. Kelly had gotten you a lot. You looked at him and he looked nervous. 

“I have one last gift for you. Y/N when you came into my life a month ago, I knew you were the one I wanted to keep and call my daughter, you complete me. You have been such a great kid and love that about you. Sure, you have had your days but what teenager doesn’t?” He said and everyone laughed and you smiled. “Zoey and I have been in contact with each other over this past month and we finally got confirmation that everything is a go. So, Y/N if it is ok with you, I would like to adopt you and officially call you, my daughter.” He said and handed you an envelope that had the words ‘ADOPTION’. You opened it and pulled out the papers and tears sprung to your eyes and you looked at him and then Zoey and she nodded. “So, what do you say? Is it ok?” He asked, still looking nervous and everyone was waiting for you to answer, you put the papers down and then practically lunged at him and hugged him.

“1000% it is ok.” You said tears falling and soaking his shirt and he smiled and hugged you back and kissed your head. 

“I love you kiddo.” He said into your hair.

“I love you too, Dad.” You said and you could’ve sworn you felt tears falling into your hair and then everyone was clapping and hollering. You two broke apart and looked at everyone. 

“Here’s to the now Y/N Severide!” Herrmann announced and everyone took a drink and you laughed and snuggled into Kelly and he wrapped his arms around you tighter. This was officially the best day of your life. The night went on and you barely broke away from Kelly’s, now your dad, side. 

When everyone left you helped clean up and then you both headed off to bed. “I’ll come check on you in a few minutes.” He said and you nodded and headed upstairs and got ready for bed and laid down just as soon as Kelly came in. He sat down on your bed.

“I had a really great time tonight. Thank you so much, nobody has ever done something like this for me before or even taken me to see my parents. Yet alone give me the option to go and see them whenever I want.” You said and he smiled.

“Anything for my best girl.” He said and you smiled “Now you get a good night’s rest and we can do anything you want tomorrow.” He said and you nodded and he kissed your forehead. 

“Oh, so how is it going with Stella?” You asked with a smirk and he blushed.

“Good night, Baby Girl.” He said

“Hey, we’re not done talking about this.” You said with a smile and a chuckle and he shook his head.

“I love you.” He said and then started to head out of your room.

“I love you too, Dad.” You said and he turned to you and smiled then turned over and fell asleep with a smile on your face.

Kelly walked out and shut the light off and shut the door. He stood there for a minute and let a few tears slip. He definitely made the right choice and he couldn’t be happier and neither could you. You both had each other and you both completed each other. Zoey was definitely right; this one was different and you would have to text her thanking her for giving you that push.  Without her none of this would have happened. 

You found a home in his heart.

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Casual (k.s.)

Fandom/Characters: Chicago Fire - Kelly Severide x Fem!Reader, Matt Casey

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Agreeing to a friends with benefits deal with Kelly Severide to blow of some steam after shifts seemed like a great idea in the beginning. What happens when one of you starts to catch feelings?

Warnings: 18+ (no actual smut written but don't read if implication of it makes you uncofmy) - slight ooc kelly? hurt/comfort, mention of child death, fires, angst, pet names, fluff, implied smut, cursing, mention of sex, drinking, arguments, kissing, happy ending

a/n: i’ve been a matt girl since the moment i started watching chicago fire but recently i’ve been obsessed with kelly so this fic is a result of said obsession! also this was a bit rushed so ignore that lol but it was kinda inspired by the song casual by chappell roan so if you want, give it a listen while reading :) oh by the way the gif??? it’s gonna be the end of me- my god. anyways, enjoy <3

You were at Molly’s, nursing your third glass of wine for the night, hoping to forget about the terrible shift you just had.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. It was supposed to be a quick in and out, but the universe had different plans. Thinking back, you start wondering what had gone wrong.

Truck and Ambo were called to a small fire at a local café. At first, it seemed like a minor incident, just burnt toast that had accidentally caught fire. What you hadn't realized, though, was that one of the stoves had been left on accidentally, causing gas to slowly leak out.

Upon arrival, your Lieutenant, Matt Casey, instructed Otis and you to escort everyone from the sitting area. Fortunately, there were only a few customers that day, making your job easier.

As you began ushering everyone out, a mother approached you and expressed concern that her six-year-old daughter was still inside. You asked Otis to stay with her before assuring her that you would locate her daughter.

Once the building was evacuated and Herrmann was preparing to hose down the kitchen, you radioed in about the missing girl and announced that you were going back inside to find her. Casey advised you to hurry up before the situation escalated making you nod and rush in.

Heading back in, you immediately began searching for the little girl. You called out to her, but there was no response. After checking the bathroom, you noticed her unconscious form lying under the sink. Your heart sank. You quickly checked her pulse and realized how faint it was. You removed your mask and placed it on her, hoping it would help her breathe. Once the mask was on, you swiftly picked her up and hurried towards the exit.

Passing by the kitchen, you didn't notice how the stove was on. You should have. You don't know how you didn't. It was your job to notice these things but you were in such a rush that it slipped your eye. The realization only dawned on you when you heard Herrmann yelling for everyone to exit the area because of leaking gas and by then, the explosion had already occurred.

The impact sent you stumbling backward, causing you to tumble to the ground with the girl in your arms. Casey’s voice crackled through the radio, but the ringing in your ears muffled the words. You couldn't seem to stop coughing and your head was throbbing making your vision start to blur. You felt yourself succumbing to the darkness, but you fought to regain your composure and struggled to stand up.

Once the initial shock had worn off, you quickly got up and made it to the exit, disregarding your injuries, only concerned about passing the girl off to Gabby and Shay. They tried their best, you know they did, but the girl was dead before you even got to them. The explosion had killed her. The explosion you should have seen coming.

That six-year-old girl passed away, and it was all your fault.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the sound of your name. It was Kelly, the Lieutenant of Rescue Squad 3, and one of your closest friends, whom you were currently sleeping with.

A few months ago, after a particularly difficult shift, Severide and you had accidentally ended up spending the night together. Since then, you two agreed to keep it casual— no strings attached, friends with benefits, if you will. Both of you promised to break it off if one of you started to catch feelings and that seemed reasonable to you.

“Rough day?” He asked taking a seat on the barstool beside you.

“Six-year-old kid died in my arms, so I'd say so.” You say looking down at your glass, twirling the liquid around mindlessly.

“Wanna talk about?”

“Nope, but I do want to get out of here. Your place? It’s closer.” You glanced at him, and he caught on to what you meant in an instant; you needed to let out your frustrations.

He nodded as you downed the rest of your wine and you two headed back to his apartment without any further questions.

You woke up the next day with an arm draped over your torso. You didn’t think much of it until you realized whose arm it was.

Shit.

You had never stayed over. You guys had never spent the night together to keep the feelings at bay. This was uncharted territory. So to say this was going to be awkward would be an understatement.

You attempted to quietly pull his arm away without waking him, but as soon as you made contact, you noticed him starting to stir.

“Good morning baby,” he voiced, groggily.

“Morning Kell,” You replied, blushing at the unexpected name.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, referencing the reason you were at the bar in the first place.

“Better.” You replied as you turned to face him. “Thank you.”

He didn't say anything, instead simply pulling you in for a quick kiss, letting you know he was there for you.

After pulling away, you decided it was time to get up. Popping the little bubblle you were in and ending the moment you shared.

“I'm gonna get dressed and head out, I didn't mean to stay over- just got carried away. I know we don't do that so I'll leave, sorry.”

“Y/N wait up-” He says, catching your attention.

“Yeah?” You turn around to look at him.

“I don't mind that you stayed, I know you had a tough day yesterday so it's fine. Make yourself at home sweetheart.”

The nickname caught you off guard once more. It wasn't unusual for him to shower you with praise and call you these names during sex. But afterwards? He'd never spoken to you that way and the sudden change was putting your heart in a whirl.

You sighed trying to regain your composure. “Yep, thanks. I'll uhh… I’ll see you at shift.” You brushed him off, smiling.

Since that day, the dynamic between you two has shifted noticeably. Others at the firehouse have started to take note of it as well. He's become more attentive. Making sure he has a meal saved for you when you're too busy to eat, accompanying you home from Molly's when you've had a few drinks, and checking in on you after difficult calls.

It wasn't just him, though. You’ve been overly caring with him too, more than a friend should be. When he discovered he had a half-sister, you stood by him. You supported him in reaching out to her. And when she was going through a rough patch after her kidnapping? You were the one on the phone talking her down when she made the decision to move to Colorado.

After all your help, his mother even invited you to her house as a token of gratitude. You never intended to become so involved with him and his family, it changed how you saw him.

You heard the rumors, you knew he was a player— a womanizer who didn't care about anything except his pleasure. But witnessing his interactions with his family alongside the kindness he's been treating you with recently? It was coming to be harder and harder to view him as selfish and uncaring.

The line between friends and lovers was becoming increasingly blurry. Yet you were still trying your hardest to avoid the development of feelings because you knew once you crossed that threshold, there was no going back.

You were walking towards the kitchen when you caught Casey and Severide engaging in conversation by the coffee pot.

You didn't mean to eavesdrop but hearing your name leave Matt’s lips made you stop dead in your tracks.

“What's going on between you and her?” He asked.

“Nothing. It’s all casual. She's nothing more than a friend, Case. We're not together.” Kelly replied, a little too firmly.

Ouch.

You knew nothing was going on between the two of you but hearing that coming from him? It hurt more than you'd like to admit.

You imagined sharing an apartment, perhaps a year or so from now and spending the coming years wrapped in each other's arms, building a family. You chuckled to yourself at the fact that you even thought that was a possibility at some point. Realizing now how naive it was to believe he would ever view you as anything more than a fuckbuddy. Oh, how you loved being stupid.

You spent the rest of the shift avoiding him. It wasn't fair to him; after all, he didn't know you had overheard. Your feelings were your problem, and it wasn't right to act as though he were responsible. Yet, facing him felt impossible without making a fool of yourself.

You found yourself at Molly’s again. Downing shot after shot. You knew you were way past your limit but the lack of Kelly Severide-related thoughts in your brain was encouraging you to continue.

It had gotten to the point where you noticed Herrmann giving you shots of water instead but you were too far gone to care.

You were about to request another real shot when you felt a presence next to you. You turned your head to the side and saw the one person you were trying to forget about.

Lieutenant Kelly Severide.

“You've been avoiding me.” He said, less of a question and more of a statement, keeping his eyes on you.

You hated how small he made you feel, like he could read you in just one glance. His intense gaze made you look away before trying to find Herrmann. “I have not. Now excuse me, I was about to order another drink.”

“You don't need another one.” He said, grabbing your shoulders and turning you back around to face him.

“What are you? My boyfriend? We’re just friends Severide, you don't get to make that decision for me.” You wouldn't have usually been that snarky but the alcohol in your system was giving you courage you didn't know you had.

He was taken aback by your response, you were never like this with him. It was worrying him.

He tried to help you stand up, “Y/N c’mon let's get you home.”

You reluctantly agreed. You knew you were going to regret this in the morning but at the moment, you didn't care. He started walking you towards the exit when you pulled yourself away from him and spoke up, “I don't need a babysitter. I can walk by myself.”

“If you actually think I'm letting you walk home, drunk and alone at this time of night, then you're crazy.” He replied casually while walking beside you.

You stopped abruptly and sighed, looking down. “Why do you do that?”

“Do what?” He questioned, placing his finger under your chin bringing your face up to meet his.

“Why do you act like you care?” You clarified, holding his stare, pretending his touch wasn't erupting fireworks in your stomach.

“I do care! I care more about you than you realize Y/N.” He said a bit too loudly, raising his hands in exaggeration.

“You're not supposed to!” You shouted back.

“Why not? Is it such a crime to care about my friend?” He replied, exasperated and upset.

There it was. The dreaded ‘friend.’ You knew it was coming. So why did it still shock you?

“I- I can't do this Kelly- I'll just call a cab to take me home, you don't need to walk me. Forget anything happened.” You said turning around, ignoring his objections, calling your name.

You spent your days off moping around. Kelly had called you multiple times and left countless messages, but you couldn't bring yourself to respond. You knew you were being childish, but it didn't matter. The thought of going back to work and having to face him filled you with dread but that was a problem for later. Right now, you have errands to run.

While you were getting dressed, you absentmindedly opened the drawer meant for Kelly. You couldn't avoid him, he seemed to be everywhere you looked. Your phone, your workplace, and now, your dresser.

You sighed. The fact that you two had separate drawers designated for one another at each other's homes, slipping your mind completely. Is that something friends with benefits did? Did they keep clothes at the other’s place to ‘make it easier for them to get dressed?’

Your thoughts were cut short when you heard a knock at your door. You weren't expecting anyone but opened the door regardless not guessing who you’d see on the other side.

You found yourself face-to-face with none other than the man who had been plaguing your thoughts nonstop. However, after avoiding him for so long, you didn't know what to say or how to act. You felt like you’d never been in such close proximity with him before, it was suffocating. So you simply stood there until he eventually spoke.

“We need to talk.” He stated simply.

“What's there to talk about?” You asked, avoiding his eyes.

“This. Us.” He said, motioning between the two of you.

You finally took a good look at him, you noticed the heavy bags under his eyes and the weary slump of his shoulders. It was clear that he was utterly exhausted, as if he hadn't slept at all in the last few days. And the simple thought of the reason for his exhaustion being you, made you feel terrible.

“Severide-” You couldn’t let this drag on for any longer without hating yourself, so you took a deep breath and continued, “I think we should end this arrangement that we have.”

“What?” He furrowed his brows.

“We agreed that once one of us starts catching feelings, we'd end it. So let's end it before it gets messy and hurts either of us more than it should.” You tried closing the door once you were done speaking but he quickly squeezed himself in, preventing your attempts at pushing him away.

“What are you doing?” You asked following him into your apartment.

“That's not fair!” He exclaims, “You don't get to ignore me for days and then just end our relationship and shut me out.”

“This was hardly a relationship.” You scoff, “But, what did you want me to do Kelly!?” You matched his volume, watching as he paced in the middle of your living room.

“I don't know, maybe talk to me about how you're feeling!” He said, tone dripping with sarcasm while glaring at you. If looks could kill, you'd be six feet under right about now.

“Oh, that's really mature coming from you! Mr. Expert at communication.” You replied with just as much pettiness as you could muster, stepping closer to him to prove a point.

He stood silent for a moment before taking a deep breath and approaching you, “Maybe you're right, maybe we do need to end this thing we have. I just thought we cared about us enough to at least talk it out.”

The two of you now stood face to face, your breaths labored and eyes locked in an unbreakable gaze. Silence enveloped the space between you, the tension so thick that it felt tangible like it could be sliced through with a knife.

“I’m sorry.” You said quietly. “I shouldn't have ignored you and I also shouldn't have just sprung that on you.”

Once you noticed he was letting you continue, you went on, “I just realized that I couldn't be as ‘casual’ about our relationship as you are anymore. I tried to hold my tongue and ignore the feelings I have for you, but it was getting harder Kelly. Nothing about our deal has been casual for weeks now and it was starting to affect me.” You finally let out.

He took in your words, shaking his head. “It hasn't been casual for me either Y/N. I love you, and have for a very long time.”

The force of his words hit you like a physical blow. Love? How did he claim to love you when he had not only never hinted at such feelings before but also dismissed Casey when he asked about it? You were confused and it was evident on your face with the way you looked at him, shell-shocked.

“You love me? But you told Casey that there was nothing going on between us and-”

You were quickly cut off by his hands on your face, pulling you in. The intensity of his lips against yours short-circuited your entire being. It took a moment for your brain to register what was happening, but soon you found yourself reciprocating his kiss.

While you and he had shared kisses in the past, this one was different. It wasn't hurried like your usual kisses but instead filled with a deep sense of passion, tender and slow, and brimming with love and adoration for one another.

He placed his hands gently on your waist, drawing you closer, deepening the kiss. You raised your arms, threading your fingers through his hair, feeling the slight tug as you did. It was as if your lips were pulled together by an irresistible force, making it difficult to part.

You wanted time to freeze in that beautiful moment so you could stay in it forever. You wished to remain embraced by him indefinitely. His touch was tender and affectionate, brimming with care. It felt as though both of you had shed all your worries and were completely immersed in the love surrounding you.

You tentatively ended the kiss and gazed into his eyes, which stemmed a love you had never felt from him before. For the first time, they didn't overwhelm you or make you feel small; instead, they enveloped you in a sense of comfort. And in that fleeting beat, his eyes spoke volumes even when his words remained silent.

“I love you too.” You said, sharing his sentiment, causing a grin to emit on both of your faces.

You felt like a teenager who was experiencing love for the first ever time; and you wouldn't want it any other way.

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Something to Live For

Summary: You get kidnapped by Derek Keyes.

Warnings: torture (not too descriptive), death (of course), use of (y/n), i'm not sure what else 🤣

Word count: 3386

Fandom: Chicago P.D

Pairing: Hank Voight x Reader

Erin was your best friend, to see her spiralling like this… it hurt you. It made you feel weak and powerless. It was like she didn’t care anymore. Like she’d do anything to numb the pain. She was slipping further out of reach, and you’d tried everything—talks, interventions, late-night phone calls that ended in empty promises. But now, it was different. This time, her pain had built walls so high you couldn’t climb them.

You were losing her in the worst way possible. She was physically alive, but it was as though everything that made her who she was had died. Ever since she turned in her badge, you had been partnered with Jay. You loved Jay, he was like a brother to you. A really annoying one. But the both of you had lost the same person. The only person who was as heartbroken as you two was Hank. Everyone in intelligence missed Erin, but it hit you three the most.

Your boss.

In a way, it was like he lost a daughter. A daughter who decided that she wanted to let herself fall into the hole rather than accept the help to climb out.

You’re supposed to leave your outside life at the door when you come in, but it’s hard when her empty desk is literally staring you in the face. Nevertheless, you tried. As hard as you could. You had to. Your mind had to be 100% on the case. If you didn’t then someone could get hurt.

 You had to be fully focused if you were going to take down Derek Keyes. A ruthless drug kingpin that you want to take down. That objective gets set into motion when his little brother, Benji, agrees to take you to him. You.

He would only go with you. Despite everyone else’s protests, you agreed.

“Come on, guys, you don’t trust me?” you asked, moving your eyes across each face of the team. Your eyes lingering a little longer on one face in particular. One that ushered you into his office moments after.

“You sure you wanna be the one going in?” Hank asked, his eyes looked straight into yours, as though he was trying to tell you something, but you couldn’t tell what it was.

You scoffed, looking away from him, “How long is it going to take for you guys to trust me?” Sure, you’d only been there for seven months, but surely, you’ve proven yourself enough times now.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,”

“Then what is it?”

It was on the tip of his tongue. Why couldn’t he say it? Did he not want to? Yes, he wanted to, but you might not want him. You would leave, he’d never see you again. All these things and more swirled through his head, reasons why he hasn’t told you how he feels for you.

He soon comes to regret not telling you when he sees Derek raise his gun at you and his brother.

“Whoa, so what man, you gonna shoot me?” you asked, looking between the gun and him. Before you could even process what happened, a body dropped to the floor beside you. You looked down, it was Benji. You internally started to panic. If this asshole shot his brother without blinking an eye, he’d have no problem disposing of you.

Technically, you had no backup. You were further from them than you’d thought you’d be. You were alone. But you were stubborn as hell, so you weren’t going to go down without a fight. Without thinking twice, you shifted, letting your elbow fly back and connect sharply with the nose of the nearest guy, making him stumble back and bring a hand to his nose.

Your fist connects with the guy to your left, and you land a few quick, brutal punches to his ribs. You thought maybe, just maybe, you could fight your way out, but what you didn’t know was that one of them had pulled out a stick taser. You soon found out when it was rammed between your ribs.

But then, a sharp, searing pain explodes in your side. One of them had pulled out a stick taser, and you feel the shock slam into your ribs, sending jolts through every nerve in your body. Just like that, your legs buckle beneath you as you fall hard to the ground. It's like thousands of needles piercing your skin all at once. All muscles are stuck together. Dancing against your will.

As you lay there, you hoped they’d get to you but as they grabbed you from the floor and dragged you towards the car, you knew that there was little chance they would. But what also alarmed you is why they hadn’t just shot you on the spot. It’s what you’d prefer if you were being honest.

-

As you predicted, you were long gone by the time the team arrived in the hanger. As you struggle to stay awake, one thing kept clutching to your mind. Well someone…

You realize now that you may not get the chance to tell him what you truly feel. you’ve wanted to tell him for so long, but there was always this voice in my mind that stopped me.

‘he doesn’t like you’

‘how could he?’

‘You’d have to leave’

‘You’d have to leave your friends… your family’

Those were just a few things that voice told you. You believed every single one of them. Of course you did. Hank Voight was quite possibly the sexiest guy you’d ever met, and you were supposed to believe you stood a chance? You? The rookie of Intelligence? Yeah right.

But you didn’t see him. You didn’t see the panic in his eyes when he got there and saw you weren’t there. The frustrated yell that came from him. The pacing back and forth. You weren’t there to see how much you meant to him.

-

The team were frantic, doing anything and everything to find you. Hank still hadn’t stopped pacing. He still was when Trudy come up to tell him that he had a visitor who insisted he talk to him. It was just a kid. A kid Derek had used as a courier to deliver something to Hank. What? A DVD of you… being tortured.

When the image first appeared, they couldn’t believe what they saw. They saw you. Dangling from the ceiling, your wrists bound. Your feet had long given up, both were now folded at your ankles. The only thing keeping you up was your wrists. Your shirt unbuttoned so the team could see exactly what they had done to you. A wound on your stomach that had formed due to the repeated trauma caused by the taser. Subtle bruises beginning to form from where they had hit you. Sometimes with their hands, others with wrench or some other tool.

They had repeatedly asked you for something. You had no idea what it was, you were in too much pain to process any words. But what you did know, was that no matter the question, you were going to answer with something random. Something completely bullshit.

At the beginning of the video, they asked the question again, to which you replied, “Pineapple doesn’t belong on a pizza” that earned a few more punches and another jab of the taser. They asked again but they are met with yet another random answer, "Why do we park in driveways and drive on parkways?"

And so the torture continues. Kevin and Adam pull their gazes away from the screen, not being able to you like that. Kevin sneaks little peeks, to see if you were still breathing. Antonio’s head drops toward the desk, he too not being able to see you in pain. Hank and Alvin’s eyes never left the screen. The pain in Hank’s eyes grew more and more obvious, but for now it went unnoticed.

The phone that accompanied the disc started to ring. Hank picked it up, staring at it in his hand for a moment before he answers.

“Voight”

"I’m pretty sure my toaster is plotting against me." He heard you say in the background, followed by a few more punches.

“You’re girl is tough,” the voice on the other side spoke, “She won't talk. Nothing of use to me anyway. You should be proud,”

“What do you want?”

“I want all of Intelligence's CI files in exchange for your detective. Bring the CI files to the corner of 39th and California. Send a lone female officer. No cameras, no wires, no weapons. Just a girl with a file box. You'll make this drop tomorrow at 9:00 a.m. in the morning, or Detective (y/l/n) winds up fertilizer in some cornfield in Indiana. We understand each other, Sergeant?”

Hank didn’t sleep that night, he sat in his office all night after a visit to the prison. He sat there, staring at your desk which he had the perfect view to. Remembering all the times he’d looked at you whilst you were working. Remembering how you bit your lip when you were in deep concentration. Whenever you do that, it pushes away any other thought in his mind, leaving only the thought of how he wanted to be the one who bites that lip. He didn’t know that you’d gladly let him.

The next morning, the fake files were ready. Now all they needed was a female officer just like Derek had requested.

“Okay, call Burgess. Tell her to come in,” Hank said, turning to look at Adam.

Adam’s eyebrows scrunched up slightly, “What for?”

“Keyes requested a female officer deliver the files,” Hank replied simply.

Adam looked around him, then shook his head, “No, you find somebody else.”

Hank stepped forward, closing the distance, “You got a funny way of saying, ‘Yes, sir,’” he shot back.

Adam stood his ground, no matter how close Voight got to him, “There is no way I'm losing a partner and my fiancée on the same day...”

“I said, get Burgess.” Hank repeated, getting dangerously close to him.

Antonio rounded the desk and stood between the two men, “Hey, I'll pull up Rivera from patrol.”

“I'll do it.” Erin’s voice cut through the three of them.

Hank looked at her and then Antonio, “Get her out of here,” he ordered before he walked away.

She followed after him, “Hank...”

“You gave your star back,” he reminded her, stopping to look at her just outside his open office door, “Or don't you remember?”

“Can we talk?” she asked,

Hank walked up to her, “You know, you made it clear which direction you want to go in, which is down. I've accepted that. Now get out,” he said gesturing towards the exit.

“This isn't about me. This is about getting (Y/N) back,” she stated “This guy wants a female courier. You and I both know it should be me,”

“I keep thinking... I mean, I keep... I keep thinking... This never would have happened if I had another pair of eyes at Midway, your eyes. Then I'm not watching (Y/N) being tortured like an animal,” that’s when the team finally see it. The pain and the worry in his eyes. The aura around him that told the others to tread carefully around him or he might fly off the handle. It was you. He’d called you by your first name. Something he was very careful not to do, at least in front of the others.

“I'm asking you. Let me make this right. I will do the drop.”

--

You’re startled awake by the sudden opening of the door and footsteps. You looked up to see one of them coming towards you, “Ugh what do you want now?”

“Get up,” he barked, yanking you up by your forearm.

“What a gentleman,” you remarked with a roll of your eyes.

The walk felt long, even though it was probably only about 30 seconds, but your legs felt like you’d been walking for days. Before you can focus too much on the pain, you’re thrown onto a couch, with a woman sitting beside you. You look up, trying to focus your eyes. It wasn’t until she spoke that you knew who it was.

“My god, (y/n),” she said, brushing the hair away from your eyes.

Your eyebrows screw up, it can’t be, “Erin?” you asked, you must be dreaming, or hallucinating. It wasn’t really her.

“Yeah, I’m here,” she replied. You smiled at her, but still you weren’t too convinced. Is she real?, “come on,” she said as she went to pick you up.

“Sit down,” a voice from behind her said. You heard the click of a gun, “You ain’t going nowhere until these files check out,” He left and you turned your head to look at Erin.

“How are you here?” you asked through gritted teeth as a jolt of pain went through you. You could feel tears pricking at your eyes but you didn’t want to cry but pretty soon you weren’t going to have any control over it.

“Alvin called me,” she replied, pulling you into her side, her hand gently caressing the sweat stained skin of your arm, “Said you were in trouble,”

“you...” you paused, words getting trapped inside your throat, “you came back for me?”

“of course I did,” she said, pressing a kiss to your hair, “you’re my best friend,”

You smiled at her, a smile that didn’t last long because the guy came back saying the files were fake and before you knew it you and Erin were fighting. Fighting for your life. Its hard. You barely have any strength. You were in immense pain but you weren’t about to let her be alone like you were. You punch and punch and punch until the guy below you doesn’t fight back any more. You look up to see Derek has a gun pointed at Erin. She has her hands up in surrender.

Hell no were you going to allow this. You reached down, grabbing the gun from the man you had taken out.

“Good night” he said as his finger touched the trigger.

The sound of a gunshot echoes around the room. Erin screw her waiting for the bullet that never came. One by one, she opened her eyes to find Derek on the floor with a wound on his head. She looked down at you. The gun was still in your shaking hands. She knelt down beside you, unwrapping your hands from the gun and gently placed it on the floor.

It was then the dam finally broke and the tears you had kept pent up for however long you were here. You had no idea how long it had been. You cry and cry until eventually your eyelids grow so heavy, you can’t keep your eyes open anymore.

Erin holds you, her arms wrapped around you, your head resting on her shoulder. All up until she heard it. The gravelly voice yelling CHICAGO PD

She got up and headed towards the door. She opened it and is met with the sight of the team. They all looked at her, fearing the worst when they see her covered in blood.

“She needs an ambulance”

Hank shoots past her and into the room. His eyes darting everywhere until he saw you, on the floor. He decided that he didn’t want to wait for the ambulance. He picked you up and rushed out the room.

“Come on, we got to get her to hospital,” he said charging past the team, both Erin and Alvin follow closely behind, whilst the others clean up and take the other minions to the station.

-

Beep… beep…beep

What the fuck is that?

Beep… beep…beep

Will you cut that shit out?

Beep… beep…beep

Stop it!

The noise continued and it was starting to drive you insane, that was until you felt a hand sneak underneath yours, gently clasping around it. Who is that?

“She gonna be alright?” a voice from beside you asked. Where the hand was.

Wait… you know that voice. You should, you think about it all the time.

Hank?

“She’s going to pull through,” another voice replied.

You try to look around but all you can see is darkness. Where am I? Were you not still in the Kingpin’s hideout? No stupid, Erin was there. But was that real or a dream? Is this real or just a dream. Were you just so much in pain that your mind had totally checked out of reality?

You feel the thumb caress the back of your hand. You knew that voice but seriously… was this actually happening?

“I’ll be back to check on her in a little while,” Will said as he left you and Hank alone.

Another set of footsteps came towards you. Your immediate thought was to panic. But you didn’t when you heard another familiar voice.

“You really care about her, don’t you?”

Alvin

Hank didn’t answer. He just continued his gentle movements of his thumb.

“Well good for you,” Alvin replied to his silent answer with a little laugh, “You going to tell her?”

“No”

A look of confusion crossed his face, “What? Why?”

“Maybe because she’s 20 years younger than me, because there’s no way in hell she’d feel the same way for me,” Hank listed, the pain, hurt of him knowing he could never have what he wanted, who he loved evident in his voice.

“Do you love her?”

Hank kept opening and closing his mouth, he wanted to straight up deny that he loved you. But he couldn’t. His heart wouldn’t let him.

“You do,” Alvin admitted for him.

That was enough to wake you up, “You do?” both heads snap towards you, surprise on both their faces.

“Do what?” Hank asked, a little forced laugh escaping his lips.

“Love me?”

Again, Hank wanted to deny it, but you looking at him, awaiting his answer, he just couldn't.

“yes”

Alvin quietly slipped out of the room, a small knowing smirk on his lips.

“really?”

“yeah, really,”

You smile, turning slightly on your side, wincing at the pain that shot through your body but you continued anyway, despite Hank’s protests.

“How long?” you asked, Hank shook his head. He was unable to know exactly when he fell for you, having told himself that he wasn’t in love with you so many times. But also, a part of him still wanted to back away. To protect himself from hurt, “First time we did an interrogation together,” you added.

Hank’s eyebrows shot up, a silent question of “huh?”

“When I fell for you, was the first time I saw you in interrogation,” you replied, contradicting everything that was swimming around in Hank’s mind.

“Y-you? You love me?” he asked, you nodded shyly, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink, “But I’m-“

“-Incredibly hot and sexy?” you cut him off, “Yes I know,” you added, bringing your hand up to stroke his cheek.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” you whispered, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“That makes two of us.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “When I saw you weren’t there, everything else just...stopped.” There was a vulnerability in his eyes you hadn’t seen before, as if he were afraid to let you know how much he’d cared. “I kept thinking about...all the things I never told you,” he murmured, He gave a half-smile, watching his thumb dance across your skin, “I’m not exactly the easiest guy to get close to, huh?”

You managed a small laugh, feeling your eyes sting with tears. “Guess that makes two of us,” you whispered back.

His hand tightened over yours, “Then let’s change that,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “No more waiting. No more ifs or buts,”

He leaned in, slowly, giving you enough time to react, to say no. But like hell you would. You moved in as close as your body would let you. After what felt like forever, your lips finally meet in the softest, sweetest kiss, something you wouldn’t have expected from him.

But of course, that was only the beginning. He has more in store for you when you are back to 100%

@unhappy-hannah I hope it's not too bad 🤣😱

[masterlistmaker]

Special Agent Lokitty Masterlist

This blog archives all of @specialagentlokitty 's works into masterlists so they are easy to find. Please read through the Navigation section to help you find the fics you're looking for!

Updated through: end of 8/23

Navigation:

Under the cut, you'll find the list of fandoms that Lokitty writes for (or previously wrote for). The link will take you to a second masterlist of character x reader ships. This is where it can get tricky:

reader lists are lists which have character x reader works

specific!reader lists are lists which have character x reader works where the reader's relation to the character is more specified (ex. daughter!reader, student!reader, etc.)

all readers lists are lists which have character x reader and character x specific!reader works.

NOTE: Characters that have all readers lists will NOT have reader and specific!reader lists. all readers lists contain all the works for that character and are sorted by relation. What list a character has is entirely dependent on the number and type of works Lokitty has written.

From there, you can pick the character-reader relation, open the list link, and find all the fics you're looking for! If you're confused, play around with the links. You'll find what you're looking for.

If you're looking for crossover fics, pick one of the fandoms in the crossover. At the end of that list there is a Crossover Works link. You should be able to find the fic there.

other important notes:

some lists are short and list all the characters and their works without having extra links. These are easy to navigate.

reader traits such as male!reader and autistic!reader are listed next to the fic title and DO NOT have seprate lists.

all fics are (generally) listed from oldest to newest.

I tried my best to sort out all the crossover works, but this was already a huge project and some probably slipped through the cracks. I sorted everything to the best of my abilities, but it would have been impossible to read through every single work (and I'm unfamiliar with most of these fandoms). If you find a fic that isn't where it belongs or is missing lables/ wrong labels, please message me to let me know.

Lists are always under light construction. As Lokitty writes, sometimes things must be reorganized. Any major changes to navigation will always be noted above!

Fandom List- Sorted

Movies

Avengers/Marvel

Harry Potter

The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings

Twilight

Kingsman: The Secret Service

DC Batman

Avatar (film series)

TV Shows

Crime Drama:

Castle

Criminal Minds

The Mentalist

NCIS

NOLA

Sherlock

Fox 911

Bones

Comedy Dramas:

Ackley Bridge

Brooklyn 99

Friends

The Big Bang Theory

Downton Abbey

Sci-Fi/Fantasy:

Doctor Who

Lucifer

Merlin

Supernatural

Teen Wolf

The Vampire Diaries

Wednesday

The Witcher

The Umbrella Academy

Fate: The Winx Saga

Medical Drama:

The Good Doctor

Grey's Anatomy

House M.D.

Chicago Med

Anime:

Attack on Titan

Avatar (ATLA and LOK)

Blue Exorcist

My Hero Academia

Naruto

Tokyo Ghoul

Castlevania

Durarara!!

Kuroku's Basketball

Haikyuu

Others

MeChat

Percy Jackson

Skyrim

Buzzfeed Unsolved

[adri-2022]

Whatever it takes

Fandom: Chicago PD

Characters: Jay Halstead x FemReader / OC Dahlia "Lia" Halstead / CPD

Warnings: angst/ swearing/ violence/ kidnapping

Word count: 3054

Jay Halstead Materlist

A/N: Hello my beautiful readers. I worked really hard on this one and I'm really excited for you all to read. Portraying Dahlia "Lia" Halstead is Abigail Cowen. Here is a request from @hngbrooks

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Part II

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It was the call you never expected or wished to have, your daughter screaming at the top of her lungs. Nothing was supposed to happen she was at her friend’s house for a sleepover, it was supposed to be a calm and quiet night. Now a couple of hours after the horrible call, the team had reunited at the district to take on the case. You and your husband both replayed in your heads her words and the desperation that came with them.

You and Jay laughed as you sat in the living room both appreciating the night alone and off work. Your 16-year-old daughter Dahlia -Lia as she likes to be called- was currently at her friend’s house. Her parents had planned it for Lia and Lucy -Lia’s friend- and since you had interacted with them before, you both agreed to let her go. It was approximately 11pm when Jay’s phone rang Lia’s face popping on the screen, he answered putting it on speaker.

“Hi honey. Everything alright” Jay asked between chuckles as he laughed at something you said

“Dad…” the tone of her voice made both of you freeze and sit up straight on the couch

“Baby what’s going on? Everything okay?” you asked leaning slightly towards the phone on Jay’s hand. Shallow breathing could be heard from the other line, along with silence.

“There is someone in the house” she whispered. At this your eye widen as your hand on reflex grabbed your husbands forearm, his hand falling into the grasp

“Lia. Listen where are Lucy’s parents?” Jay asked trying to maintain calm during the situation but inside he was as panicked as you were

“I don’t know. I think they left without me. There is no one here, not even Lucy… Dad I’m scared, I don’t know what to do” her voice broke as she still whispered into the phone. You shared a look with Jay before you both jumped into action, grabbing your keys and rushing to climb into the truck.

“Lia babe. Where are you?” Jay asked as he pulled out of the driveway

“I’m in Lucy’s room” she said as you heard her shuffle around the room silently

“Jay-” you started to talk before getting quiet as you heard noise from the phone. There was a banging on the other side of the line that made you jump, a small cry followed by hurried footsteps.

“Dad- they’re here. I locked myself in the bathroom. But I think they saw me” Lia sobbed as she panted panic invading her senses

“Baby, listen to me alright. We’re on our way. I promise. Stay where you are. We’re coming to get you” Jay said sternly at the thought of something bad happening to his daughter

“Mom” Lia cried into the phone as screaming was being heard, a banging noise after making your heart drop.

“I’m coming Lia. I swear” you exclaimed, making Jay go faster as you both heard struggle from the other side

“MOM! No. Let me go. Dad. DAD!” Lia screamed before there was a thud on the other side. You thought they had done something to make her quiet, but Lia exclaimed one last time.

“Three guys. Dragon tattoo on their necks!” before you heard a slap over the line and silence after that.

Jay started cursing, his hand hitting the steering wheel as your eyes stayed on the screen of the truck her name still there. Hearing shuffling which you could only imagine was her being dragged away. As you arrived at Lucy’s house you both entered guns pointed in case they were still in there. But luck wasn’t on your side, clearing every room you both arrived at the bathroom. The door was ripped from the hinges and there were clear signs of struggle.

“Shit” you barely heard Jay’s curse, as you shook your head. The denial.

“No” you whispered as you frantically moved to look around the bedroom again, almost hoping she was hiding somewhere. Your husband noticed your panicked state so he went towards you.

“Hey Y/N. Listen we’re gonna find her” Jay said cupping your cheeks as your breathing picked up

“You don’t know that Jay” you cried, as he brought you into his arms whispering reassuring words. But nothing made it easy for either of you.

An hour later you were sat at your desk your head in your arms as you silently cried. Jay stood next to you a hand on your shoulder for support as the team was silent, none knew what to say to their friends. Being woken at almost 1am by the news the team didn’t hesitate to spend extra hours trying to find Lia. By now everyone had changed into tactical uniforms prepared for anything that could come up.

“Anything on camera?” Jay asked Kim, the brunette shook her head painstakingly

“She said they had a dragon tattoo on their necks” you said, as you straightened yourself sniffing

“I’ll look into it” Kevin answered as rushing to his desk.

Hank called both of you to his office after he finished his call, neither taking a sit arms crossed with a mixed of concerned and pissed looks on both your faces. 

“Patrol found Lucy’s father, Jason. But. Before we take on this. Are we doing this my way or yours?” Hank asked looking between you and Jay. Nor you neither Jay said a word looking straight at the sergeant, he nodded.

“I don’t give a flying fuck how we do this. Just bring my daughter back. You bring her back” you said jaw tensed as tears burned your eyes.

“Whatever it takes” Jay nodded beside you agreeing with you while he gently squeezed your shoulder.

The older man nodded gesturing to both of you to follow him down to the garage. As you three entered you saw him sitting inside the cage. As he made eye contact with you, you fasten your steps grabbing a bat and opening the door with a swing. Jay wasn’t going to stop you, and neither would your sergeant.

“Where were you? Where is she?” you asked inching yourself closer to him, he shook his head in response

“I SWEAR I’M GOING TO SWING THIS BAT INTO YOUR SKULL!” you screamed, before you raised the bat, he recoiled raising his cuffed hands -you weren’t gonna hit him, not yet at least-

“Where is my daughter, Jason? Talk you coward piece of shit” Jay said next, standing in front at the door of the cage

“You know who has her” you said pointing at him threateningly

“I don’t know what you mean” he said looking directly at you, trying to hide a smile. When you saw this you felt helpless, he was supposed to look after Lia while she was in his house and here he was nonchalantly like he didn’t care.

“You were supposed to look after her, why didn’t you?” Hank asked inching closer, Jason shrugged his shoulders, turning his head avoiding all eye contact 

“Why did you leave her alone at your house!?” you continued grabbing his jaw harshly and turning his head back to look into your eyes. You were met with Jason’s stoic unbothered face.

“I swear to god! I don’t even care if I go to jail” in a swift motion Jay pushed himself of the door and grabbed Jason by the collar of his shirt pulling him to his feet and into the wall behind.

“Talk. Or I’ll let her swing. You wanna play tough, huh, how about now” your husband said grabbing his gun and pointing it at Jason’s throat

“Okay. Okay, I’m sorry I owe them money” Jason said trying to wiggle out of Jay’s hold,

“And you left my daughter at your house! You knew they were coming after you. You ran like the coward you are, taking your family. What about mine?! You left her there! You should be grateful I don’t put a bullet to your fucking head” Jay exclaimed before smacking Jason with the gun.

“You’re going to regret doing that” your husband said putting his gun away grabbing Jason’s arm pulling him off the ground fixing the latter’s shirt. Standing toe to toe with him, face inches away.

“You can’t. You’re a cop” Jason said eye wide as he looked between the three

“Who’s going to stop me” Jay said in a tone so cold it made shivers run doing your spine, he turned to looked towards you taking the bat from your hands.

“Go upstairs” Jay said as you looked up at him with a confused expression on your face. Before you gazed at Hank,

“Go Y/N” the older man said nodding to the stairs

“Jay-” you whispered shaking your head, you were both in this together

“If things go south, one of us has to be out of the loop” Jay gazed into your eyes, making you shake your head in protest

He wanted to make sure that if this got out, somehow, that you would be clear and Lia wouldn’t be alone. Before you could object, you shared a look with your sergeant who nodded encouraging. Hank Voight wouldn’t let anything get out; he would have both of your backs.

“Trust me. He’s gonna talk” Jay said tightening the grip on the bat. You looked towards Jason’s frozen form; he didn’t know how much and with whom he had messed up.

“Do it” you said looking back at Jay and nodding once, before rushing upstairs.

At the same time in some place in the city of Chicago a 16-year-old girl was sitting in the dark, knees pulled to her chest as she laid her head in them. She was tired, confused and scared.

-Who are this people? Are they after my parents?- these were one of her many questions. She was pulled out of her thoughts as she saw the doorknob shake slightly before a man walked in.

The way he held himself made Lia understand he was important, his face was still in the shadows so Lia couldn’t see who it was, the only visible thing was his blonde hair. The three men that had dragged her out of Lucy’s house -thing 1,2 & 3- still wore their ski masks as they stood behind him. Lia recoiled to the corner of the room, silent tears ran down her face as she waited for the man to move or say something.

“YOU HAD ONE JOB” the new voice screamed.

He had an accent that Lia recognized -Russian-. She sobbed silently daring to raise her eyes slightly, confused as she saw that the man wasn’t looking at her instead she was staring at his back as he raised a finger towards the other man.

“Sir?” thing 1 said but was interrupted,

“Who is this kid?” blonde man asked looking over his shoulder at Lia who immediately snap her eyes down, before he turned back to the three.

“That’s-. That’s Jason’s kid. I thought you wanted us to bring her here”

-So, he’s the boss- Lia thought as the kidnapper laughed slightly thinking his boss was joking -oh but he wasn’t-. As she gazed at them again the blonde started laughing making the thing 3 laugh nervously. He turned to Lia,

“Little lady cover your eyes” he said, Lia confused followed what he said putting her head back on her knees. Jumping and covering her ears as she heard a loud popping sound -gunshot- she thought

“You DUMB FUCK” he screamed at the bleeding body.

“God damnit! I gave you a picture. She’s a redhead! Jason’s kid is a brunette, you dumb assholes” he screamed rubbing his forehead, biting his lip as he raised his fist like he was about to punch the other two guys.

“You both are gonna fix this. Now. I’m not happy” the blonde man said as he turned around at the teenager who’s arms covered her head, before he shook his head. The sound of gunshots were heard between the silence.

Back at the district you sat at the edge of your desk. It felt like it had been hours since you left the cage but in reality it had been 20 minutes. Being pulled out of your thoughts when you saw Hank walking into the bullpen, Jay trailing behind

“We’ve got a location. Let’s go!” not a second was waisted after hearing those words as everyone ran to the cars. Jay drove both of you, you took a shaky breath that broke into a sob. You felt your husbands hand on the back of your neck thumb caressing it as you cried.

“Please let her be okay” you kept repeating between sobs bending forward slightly.

Still rubbing his hand on your back Jay was no longer trying to hide his tears. You were both emotionally exhausted and the uncertainty of Lia not making it was destroying you from the inside out. As you arrived at the abandoned building the team dispersed, you followed Hailey as Jay went with Hank.

The place was cold, wet and dark it made you tear at the thought of your daughter being in this place, alone. Room by room, you felt your hope disappear at the emptiness of each of them. The team had cleared the rooms on their side and were coming towards you and Hailey for backup.

“It’s the last one” you whispered voice breaking, Hailey took a deep breath before turning the doorknob and pushing the door open. Both gasping at the sight in front of you.

“Lia. Let her go!” “Drop it!” both Hailey and you exclaimed as you saw a blonde man pointing a gun at your daughters head while she sat tide to a chair tape on her mouth. You could hear her muffled screams and the tears running down her cheeks at the sight of you -her mom- but you were unable to understand anything.

“No, I think I won’t” the man said, as you barely heard Hailey

“There’s bodies” she whispered to you as you flickered your gaze to the floor looking back at your daughter as she closed her eyes

“Lia. Baby open your eyes” you said taking your eyes off the man threatening the life of your only daughter and looking directly at her.

Lia followed what you said making eye contact with you as you gave her a reassuring smile. She knew you were going to save her because, if there was anyone in this world that could do it. That would be you and her dad.

“How cute. You must be mom” the man laughed nudging the tip of his gun into Lia’s head

“You wanna know what your biggest mistake was?” you clenched your jaw as you spoke to the man

“Sending this dumbasses to do a job I could’ve done” he asked humorously

“Yeah- and taking my daughter you asshole” you said before firing your gun.

You breathed out as you ran into the room to your daughters sitting figure. Her eyes closed tightly afraid to open them. As you slowly took it off the tape on her mouth and arms, she started crying in relief

“Mom” “Hey sweetie. You’re okay” you said pulling her to her feet and hugging her tight, hearing heavy footsteps from the hallway.

“Jay! She’s in here” Hailey screamed at the latter who had come into her view.

The rest of the team following closely behind guns raised since they had heard the gunshot echo through the building. Your husband ran like hell towards where Hailey was pointing. He thought of all the possibilities, all of the outcomes and prayed.

As he came into the room he sighed in relief before running towards you engulfing both into his chest as he kissed Lia’s forehead. After a minute you pulled away letting Jay wrapped Lia into a bone crashing hug. His hand protectively tucking her head into his neck your daughter sobbed as she buried herself deeper into her dad’s arms while you caressed her hair.

“You guys came for me” she cried in Jay’s chest, making tears escape your eyes

“Of course, we did” you whispered

“Hey sweetheart. Did they hurt you?” Jay said in her ear desperately, as he silently prayed they hadn’t laid a finger on her hair.

“No. I’m okay” when you heard Lia’s confirmation, both you and Jay breath in relieve as the team closed their eyes relishing in the same feeling.

“Halstead let’s get her to Med” Hank said as he made eye contact with you

“Just give me a minute to hold her, alright” Jay said voice breaking as he locked eyes with the older man who nodded, signaling the team to give you some privacy.

Hours later of rushing Lia to the ED and dealing with a panicked Will Halstead as he saw his niece in a stretcher with the whole team behind it. He had been informed of the whole situation briefly by Hailey, he had mixed emotions about it. He felt hurt Jay hadn’t contacted him as fast as it happened -maybe he could’ve helped- but Will understood the priorities, he knew he would’ve only been in the way.

Now you and Jay sat beside your daughters sleeping form. While she laid on her left side, one hand in yours and the other on Jay’s. Jay brushed the fallen hairs off her face with his free hand as you rested your head on his shoulder. Both looking at your most prized possession, a gift that could’ve easily been snatched from existence.

“I thought we were going to lose her” you whispered trying not to wake your daughter up. At your voice Jay turned his head slightly pecking your forehead before sighing.

“I know, me too. But she’s right here and nothing will ever happen to her. I swear on my life” Jay said as he continued looking at his daughter and brushing her hair.

Before she had fallen asleep Doctor Charles had visited. Lia told the three of you what had happened, what she heard and what the man said to her. You listened carefully; still on edge as parents hearing what she endured. The fear in her voice hunted you both even after hours of looking at her because after this, life would never be the same again.

[twwpress]

Weekly Press Briefing #56: July 16th - July 22nd

Sorry for the technical difficulties: tumblr's new post editor hates us apparently, but we love you and we are glad to be baaaaack! Welcome back to the Weekly Press Briefing, where we bring you highlights from The West Wing fandom each week, including new fics, ongoing challenges, and more! This briefing covers all things posted from July 16 - July 22, 2023! Did we miss something? Let us know; you can find our contact info at the bottom of this briefing! 

Challenges/Prompts:

No challenges or prompts that we know of this week. Do you have a challenge or event you’d like us to promote? Be sure to get in touch with us! Contact info is at the bottom of this briefing.

Photos/Videos:

Here’s what was posted from July 16 - July 22. 

Allison Janney posted graphics and photos of herself in SAG-AFTRA gear and on the picket line in support of the SAG-AFTRA strike: 1 | 2 | 3

Amy Landecker posted photos of herself with Brad and his daughter on the SAG-AFTRA picket lines. 

Bradley Whitford posted a photo of himself with his daughter and his wife Amy on the SAG-AFTRA picket lines. 

Dule Hill posted a photo of himself and his wife Jazmyn out with other actors on the SAG-AFTRA picket lines. 

Janel Moloney posted photos from her vacation in Brazil, including a selfie and photos of the Caiman Ecological Refuge. 

Josh Malina posted a video of himself in support of other SAG-AFTRA strikers from the picket lines. 

Marlee Matlin posted a video of herself at a Chicago Cubs game calling for the use of captions at Wrigley Field.

Marlee Matlin posted photos of herself and her son Tyler in celebration of his 21st birthday (and also a photo of how Gen Z celebrates). 

Mary McCormack posted a photo of herself with Beth Ostrosky Stern, her Private Parts co-star Howard Stern’s wife. 

Peter James Smith posted a photo of a residual check for $0.00 that he received in 2015 in support of the SAG-AFTRA strike. 

Richard Schiff posted photos of himself and his wife at a restaurant in Italy. 

Rob Lowe posted a throwback photo from the 80s of himself with George Michael and Demi Moore. 

Rob Lowe posted a photo of his wife in celebration of their anniversary. 

Donna Moss Daily: July 16 | July 17 | July 18 | July 19 | July 20 | July 21 | July 22

Daily Josh Lyman: July 16 | July 17 | July 18 | July 19 | July 20 | July 21 | July 22

No Context BWhit: July 16 | July 17 | July 18 | July 19 | July 20 | July 21 | July 22

@twwarchive: July 16 | July 17 | July 18 | July 19 | July 20 | July 21 | July 22

Edits/Artwork:

TWW x #Barbie [Josh x Donna] by @kennyharperz [PHOTO EDIT] #joshdonna: i just want to see you shine by @anidalakins [VIDEO EDIT] #joshdonna: come on baby come on over, let me be the one to show you by @iheldontoyou (twitter) / @sweetsouldhavernas (tumblr) [EDIT GIF SET]

Miscellaneous:

Happy birthday to Twitter user @schwifts! 

Editors’ Choice: 

Dear Readers, This week’s theme is epistolary fiction, or stories that are told in the form of letters, notes, messages, emails, or other written communication. We’ve also included some fics that are centered around correspondence, even if they are not only in letter form. If you want more, you can find stories we weren’t able to include this time under the Epistolary and Letters tags on AO3! 

24 Post-Its by isquinnabel for miss_slipslop | Rated G | Ainsley Hayes/Sam Seaborn | Complete | The last of Ainsley's cookie stash mysteriously vanishes.

dear donna by swancharmings | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | Josh tries to find the words.

The Inscription by sempreinsieme | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | Donnatella, As you may have noticed, this is not a pair of skis. A peek inside the front cover of The Art and Artistry of Alpine Skiing.

With or Without You by kiss_me_cassie | Rated M | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | Sleight of hand and twist of fate; On a bed of nails she makes me wait [Ed. Note: This is a story told in emails]

People Underestimate the Value of a Good Deputy by raedbarde | Rated T | Sam Seaborn/Toby Ziegler | Complete | An unsent letter from the Seaborn files: being Toby Ziegler's deputy has its own rewards

An Open Letter to the Man Who Loves Him Next From the Man Who Loved Him First by Lily_Padd_23 | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn | Complete | Josh writes a letter. Just in case.

for you i would ruin myself a million little times by crossingdelancey | Rated M | C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler | Complete | She’s in love with him, and he knows that well. He knows this from across the country, and when she kisses Danny Concannon, she’s kissing Toby Ziegler. They write letters, because emails are too easy. Too impersonal, and too traceable. She’s always been a writer. Not in the way Toby writes; eloquent and neat, but in scribbles and post-it notes and reminders to pick up oat milk. Danny hangs over her when she’s writing emails, but when she’s pressed into the side of the couch scribbling with a biro, he leaves it alone. —— the letters across the country, and the moments in between

Please hold for a reblog with this week's fics coming in the next minute or two - it seems we have run up against the maximum length for a tumblr post and tumblr is no longer letting us post the newsletter in full in one post! We know it's a bit of a hassle, and we apologize. If you happen to be a tumblr wizards and know of ways we can troubleshoot us, please send us a message! Thank you! This week's fics incoming:

[severidescigar]

Little sister, big problems - Kelly Severide

Fandom: One Chicago

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader

Requests: Can I request an imagine with Kelly severide? Your parents are non existent and you have to look after your baby sister and the babysitter falls through so u have to bring her to the station?

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Life hasn't always been the kindest to you. Your mom had you in her teen years and with your dad completely out of the picture she worked tirelessly to raise you on her own. Fortunately, she remarried and alongside your stepfather they gave you the most beautiful childhood you could ask for. It was later in your life when things started to go bad and everything became more complicated. You watched your mother go through fertility treatment after fertility treatment and it hurt you a lot seeing how unsuccessful they were, knowing your mom's biggest dream was to have two daughters. But somehow, by some miracle, it happened and you had a beautiful baby sister. Life had finally started to look upwards again when a drunk driver claimed the life of your parents on a random Thursday, when you offered to babysit your then one year old sister so they could go on a date night...and ever since it's been just the two of you.

You were in your 3rd year of med school when everything unfolded and ultimately you took the decision to drop out and find another career path, one which will not put you in debt and will allow you to go straight to work, so you could provide for yourself and for your little sister.

Fast forward a few years later you were now working as a paramedic on Ambo 61 and you finally found the balance you needed so badly. "How are things with Severide going? I haven't seen you at Molly's lately and I thoight something was up..." Sylvie said as the two of you were restocking the rig. "Oh no, nothing like that...we're doing great I just have to look after my little sister and since my cousin moved to another city, I need to call the babysitter everytime I want to go out." and just as you said those words you saw the babysitter's car pulling up in front of the firehouse sending you into a state of panic. You immediately dropped everything you were doing and ran towards them to see what was up. Passing the squad table, Kelly also got up noticing what was going on and decided to follow you.

"Hey, everything's alright? " you asked picking up your little sister, Bria as she seemed super excited to see you. "I'm sorry for dropping in like this, but my mom slipped on ice and she's in the ER so I really have to go be with her." The babysitter said handing you Bria's bag with her stuff. Nodding in understatement and after wishing her mom well you turned around to head back into the firehouse, just to find Kelly and Bria already laughing with each other at the Squad table. "Looks like you already made yourself at home, little lady." You said actually amused at how she already had the squad guys wrapped around her finger. "Come on! Let's tell Chief you're staying here this shift." You said extending your hand waiting for her to grab it, but instead she just wrapped her little arms around Kelly's neck. "I guess you're gonna have to talk to Boden alone." Kelly spoke and before you could answer, a call came in for Ambo. "Alright, you be good and play with your toys...they're in the bag." You quickly said while heading towards the Ambo. "Don't mind us, we'll be having fun over here!" Kelly reassured you and they headed inside.

While you were out on the call, Bria was quickly warming up to everyone at 51. She's been there before but only for quick trips and now everyone was trying to keep her entertained. "Do you want to go take a nap?" Kelly asked as he noticed Bria yawning and she nodded in agreement. Picking her up they headed to Kelly's quarters far away from all the commotion. "When is Y/N coming back? She always stays with me until I fall asleep." Bria mumbled while rubbing her eyes. "It might be a while, but I'll stay here with you until she comes back." He said dimming the light but not turning it off completely, as he already knew the little girl was scared of darkness. "Kelly can I ask you something?" Nodding in response he waited for her to continue. "Why don't you live with us?" Letting out a chuckle at the question, Kelly had to give it a second to actually find an answer to that question. "Why? Do you think I should?" "Well yes, you know Y/N makes me pancakes every morning so maybe you should make her pancakes in the morning too., so if you'd live with us you could do that." At this point Bria seemed wide awake propped on her elbows and demanding answers from Kelly who tried his best not to laugh at the fact that Bria was just a mini version of you. "Alright, then tomorrow morning I'll make you both pancakes...but you have to sleep now, it's getting late." He once again tried to tuck her in. "With blueberries?" Bria stuck out her pinky finger waiting for Kelly to do the same. "Yes with blueberries!" Once content with his answer Bria slowly fell asleep right when Y/N arrived.

"Did she give you a hard time?" you asked as Kelly carefully closed the door to his quarters and gave you a kiss. "Not at all, but I've been ordered to make pancakes for the two of you in the morning."

Bria slept through the entire night and thankfully there wasn't another call until the end of the shift. Once arriving home Y/N carried her little sister to bed as it was still early and Kelly made sure to fulfill his promise. "You really don't have to do that..." you said knowing how sassy but also persuasive your little sister was. "But I want to...and I also pinky promised so." Kelly spoke getting all the ingredients out on the counter and you wasted no time helping him.

You and Kelly have been dating for a while but sometimes you still held a wall up because one, you were scared of getting hurt again and two, you really wanted to focus on Bria and make sure she has everything she possibly needs to have a good and healthy upbringing.

"I smell pancakes!" the joyful voice of your little sister echoed throughout the kitchen as she came running in, cllimbing into her seat. As Kelly served her the plate of her favorite pancakes, Bria didn't waste any time and dug right in.

"I'll stick around for a while...if you don't mind." Kelly said wrapping an arm around you and placing a kiss on your temple. That's when you realized it was time to let your guard down and despite all the rainy days you had, the sunny ones looked like they were here to stay. "I'd love that actually!"

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With a Heavy Heart (Marc Spector x Reader)

this is part 2 to "Light as a Feather" based off an ask from my 500 follower prompt list!

This is a Marc Spector x Reader Angst!

Warnings: Angst, no happy ending for Marc.

It’s been years since you last saw Marc. 

Nine to Ten years at least, but of course you could only remember only half of those, considering that you were one of the billions blipped by Thanos during the Battle of Wakanda. One moment you and Johnathan, your long term boyfriend at that point, were having tea and reading while it rained. The next thing you know it’s a completely different time of day and instead of one cup of freshly brewed black tea and a copy of “Oliver Twist” in your hands, you hold nothing. And your apartment was empty, and Johnathan was standing a bit aways from you equally confused. 

Once you both were caught up on what had happened, a sick feeling wretched itself into your gut. Five years, five years had gone by and you had no idea what had happened. Johnathan had left to look for his daughter while you went to call your family in Chicago. 

Your father had passed and your mother was still at home, having retired just a few years after the Snap. After making sure your siblings were alright as well, your fingers lingered on the call button after putting in his number. But called anyways, the dial tone only ringing for a few seconds before light breathing could be heard on the other side of the phone. 

“Hello?” a tentative, posh british voice came through, you sighed a quiet sigh of relief in knowing he picked up. That somehow he had made it through the blip. 

“Hi,” You said, “I’m sorry I must have dialed the wrong number by mistake.” Although you had met Steven, Marc’s alter, a few times throughout your friendship Marc had warned you to keep minimal contact with him. Saying that his life and Steven’s life should never become intertwined if at all possible. Hell he even paid rent for a flat a block away from the one he and Layla shared so that way Steven would never know. 

“Oh,” his voice crackled, “sorry about that.” You couldn’t help but laugh, you just lied to him about calling the wrong number and yet he was the one apologizing. 

“It’s fine,” you said, “have a good day Steven.” 

“H-how did you-” You hung up before he could finish the question as you began to go down the list of people you wanted to check up on. 

Later on that day you and Johnathan met in the park, where it seemed that stations were being set up for the people who got blipped. You and Johnathan sat next to each other on a bench, a trauma blanket wrapped around you both. 

“Five years,” You said astonished, “I still can’t believe it.” 

“Ava is fifteen years old,” Johnathan said, staring off into space with you, “she hardly remembered who I am.”  you both just sat there, that sentence hanging in the air. The sun sets and the lights from the park light up as people continue to bustle around you. At this point you’ve seen maybe a few families being reunited in a heart wrenching sweetness as tears were shed. All of it was bittersweet, your family was way out in Chicago and Mira, Johnathan’s ex wife, kicked him out. 

“(Y/n)?” 

“Yeah?”

“Let’s get married.” 

You looked beside you to see his gaze on you, the street light glaring off of the reflective surface of his glasses just a bit, but you could still feel his dark eyes and the serious nature of the question. 

“What?” was the first thing to come out of your mouth, unfiltered. 

“I’m serious,” Johnathan insisted, grabbing your hands in his large ones, “this isn’t about the five year blip or me being emotional right now. We just lost five years and I don’t want to lose another one without being married to you, or at least risk asking you knowing full well that you can say no.” He touched your forehead with his. “But please… don’t say no.”

You looked at him, truly looked at him, the way his hair fell in front of his eyes and his eyes were closed. You knew Johnathan well enough to know when he was trying to be brave, and right now you could see it. He was being brave by being vulnerable to you right now, this was him loving and trusting you enough to not break him. Something he rarely did, seeing as Mira nearly destroyed him. You smile as you bring his hand to your lips, kissing his knuckles before gently cupping his face, his thick beard tickling the palm of your hand. 

“Yes.” 

—

It’s been three years since you’ve come back from the blip. After taking some time to recover from the fallout, you and Johnathan worked for a while before being able to afford a small wedding. Johnathan had taken time to get to know his daughter again, and you spent time with Ava as well, she was a great kid. She was smart and confident. You and her had similar tastes in books, leaning more towards the classic romantic type. So you gave her a few Jane Austen’s and mixed in a few Emily Dickinson poems for variety. It was something you and her bonded over, and while you and Mira didn’t see eye to eye on some things, you tried your best to keep the relationship between you civil. For Ava’s sake at least. 

However the gentle tussling from the crib next to you reminded you of the other reason you kept things civil with Mira. You let out a gentle smile as you saw your son's dark eyes staring widely at you, a gleeful, toothless smile stretched across his face as he saw you looking at him. He had been a surprise to say the least, Johnathan had nearly fainted from excitement though. He was doting and experienced in this, which you were thankful for. He loved your son very much, just as loved Ava, and honestly you were the same. 

You placed the bookmark carefully inside your book to mark your place as you set it aside to pick up the giggling infant in front of you. 

“Hey little one,” You cooed as you picked him up and placed him on your hip, “did you have a nice nap.” He clapped his hands excitedly as a response, he was always so lovely when he woke up from his naps. And for a baby, he was pretty even tempered, barely woke up in the middle of the night. 

After changing him out of his sweaty onesie and diaper and changing him into a pair of fresh ones you made your way to the kitchen and placed him in the highchair and gave him a few toys to occupy himself with as you started on dinner. 

You had no sooner put the water on to boil when the light ring of the doorbell rang through the house. You checked the time on your stove, only for your curiosity to grow further. It was far too soon for Johnathan to come home early, and even then he wouldn’t use the doorbell. 

Making sure your son was alright you went to open the door, the frosted decorative glass on the wooden door obscured your vision of the person as you opened it to reveal the last person you expected to see. 

“Marc?” “Hey…” Marc greeted gruffly, “Do you mind if I come in?”

“Umm,” You were still processing the fact that he was there before you answered, “sure just leave your shoes on the rack over there.” You half expected him to put up a fight, saying that it was ridiculous, only to be surprised by compliance instead. He wordlessly toed his shoes off before placing them neatly on the rack and closing the door behind him. You backed up to give him some room to maneuver. The home wasn’t large, but it was enough. With a room for you, your son, and Ava when she stayed over. The living room was made for half tv half library, there was even a bookshelf in the dining room filled from floor to ceiling of your books. You would have loved more room, but based on the academia lifestyle you both lived and what you could afford at the time, the place was lovely. 

“So wha-” You were cut off as two muscular arms enveloped you and the familiar smell of sea salt filled your nose. His embrace on your frame was firm and you knew Marc long enough to know that either he was dying or something absolutely terrible had happened. 

Because he never, not even after you were blipped, visited you in person. 

And he never initiated a hug between you and even if there was a hug it would be light, almost like he didn’t want to touch you. You tentatively wrap your arms around him as well and give him an almost awkward pat on his shoulder. 

“Marc,” You said, “you’re scaring me.” You broke out of his hold easily after that. You put enough space between you so that you could look in his eyes. “What was that about?”

He didn’t answer for a minute, almost hesitating, before saying, “I don’t know,” He said, “I guess I missed you more than I realize.” 

“Well it has been over a decade since we last saw each other.” 

“For me it has,” Marc said soberly, “for you it’s only been seven or so years.” 

“Still it’s been a while.” You said as you made your way to the kitchen, hoping that the water hadn't boiled over yet. You turn the stovetop off as you grab your son out of the highchair. “So what do you need?” 

You enter the living room where he sat on one of the couches, his eyes focused on the ground. You casually waited for a reply, expecting something along the lines of Moon Knight related business, but you watched as he takes one shaky breath in before removing his eyes from the carpeted floor below him to you. You could see his eyes widen at the baby in your arms, looking widely at him, curiously. You saw him blink a few times. 

“You have a kid?”

You laughed lightly as you lightly bounced your son getting an excited laugh from him. 

“Yeah,” You sighed happily and looked at him, “his name is Jeremiah.” You make your way to place your curly haired son on the play mat in front of him. 

You could see Marc staring at him, just as curious as he was, but you know Marc well enough to know when something was bothering him. His shoulders were forward slightly, almost huddling in on himself. 

You casually sat beside him on the couch and watched as Jeremiah chewed on the teething rings in front of him. 

“How are you and Layla doing?” You asked, genuinely wanting to know if Layla was alright. 

“We uh,” He hesitated and was shifting his eyes away from you, “we aren’t on speaking terms right now.” You put a hand on his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You apologized. 

“Don’t be,” He said, taking your hand off his shoulder, “it was my own damn fault anyways.” He fiddled with his fingers a second before asking, “where’s the father?”

“He’s at work actually.” 

“Anyone I know?”

“You might remember him,” You say faintly as you remember the night you met Johnathan. “You saw him walk me home that night.” A silence hung in the air for a moment. 

“Yeah,” He said, “I said he looked like he belonged at the bottom of a book avalanche.” You smile and giggle at the image that popped into your head of Johnathan getting into that very likely scenario. 

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” You said, “but why the hell are you here?” he was about to speak when you shut him up. “The truth this time.” Marc knew there was no way to win this fight. Not with you. 

“I don’t know where else to go.” He said, “I don’t have anyone else but you.” 

“You sure as hell don’t act like it,” You said as you let out a frustrated sigh, “same shit different story.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I called you after I got back from the blip, Steven answered, but later on, when you checked the news to see the snapped got snapped back you could’ve called me back. Talked to me. But you didn’t even care to send me a text message. I invited you to my wedding and you didn’t even show up.” Although you wouldn’t admit it it hurt when Marc didn’t show up it hurt. Marc hung his head in shame. 

“Something came up.” 

“Of course it did,” You replied as you breathed in deeply before letting out an exhale, trying to keep your temper in line. “Marc, if you’re looking for some kind of forgiveness I don’t know what to tell you.” You could feel his eyes on you as you kept watching your son play with the toys on the ground, completely oblivious to the somber tone of the conversation you were having. 

“I forgive you,” You let out, “but you can’t keep doing this. I’m not just something you can drop and pick up any time you want…Not anymore.” You smile as you see your family portrait hanging off the wall. You, Johnathan, Jeremiah, and Ava. “I have others in my life now, those who depend on me, and I on them. My life doesn’t revolve around you anymore.” 

Those final words hung there, heavy and you could see Marc shaking slightly. After a very long pause he spoke. 

“I’m sorry,” he said so quietly. If you had not been right next to him you wouldn’t have heard him. “I’m sorry for everything I put you through, you don’t deserve any of it.” 

“Thank you,” You said looking over at him and wrapped your arm around him in a half hug, “thank you for saying that.” 

Time passed on and you decided to order dinner instead. You had asked Marc if he wanted to stay for dinner but he declined. Something about an early flight back to London in the morning. 

Much unlike how he entered your life, that loud little boy that was your friend, he left your door quietly with a sad look in his eyes. 

Marc didn’t know what he was looking for when he came there. When the blip happened, he knew immediately you were one of them. That you were gone, it ate at him, he started getting more reckless and more unhinged. He stopped pulling back punches, he wanted to make everyone suffer. The image of you dusting away haunted him, much like your smiles and laughter. It echoed through his brain, even as he laid next to Layla, his heart hurt. 

What hurt the most, however, was how much more aware he was of how awful he was to you. He never texted you back, he didn’t even know you moved until a year had passed! He was cruel, keeping you close but never close enough to touch. He lied to you, he laughed at you, he manipulated you, and Marc felt sick to his stomach. Because you were never like that, not to him. You were kind, even as he was throwing up in the toilet hung over and shouting profanities at you, you stayed by his side so he wouldn’t be alone. You knew him, mind and soul. You accepted him for him, however broken and sharp his edges were. 

Marc had known deep down that you loved him, people don’t stick around for that long and not love them in some way. And that terrified him, so he kept pushing the thought away and married Layla. It wasn’t until the last night he saw you, he made up some stupid excuses to see you. He didn’t realize he missed you until you were gone, and when he saw you that night. Your hair done up and a carefree smile on your face as you walked with the man beside you. Peppery unkempt hair and a thick beard. Glasses resting on the bridge of his hooked nose, the way you both talked to each other, like you had known this man just as long as you knew Marc. The way your eyes glittered when you saw him and the way Marc saw the connection between you two, the level of understanding that he knew he would never have with you or anyone. His heart pounded and he resisted the urge to punch the man's glasses off his face. 

Marc thought he knew you, but you proved him wrong. You knew him, but he didn’t know you. It was like he was exposed, vulnerable, and he hated it. So he lashed out, like he always did and now he was paying the price. 

When he saw everyone got snapped back that day, and that for the first time in five or so years, your contact came up in his call history. He hovered over the call button but decided against it, he didn’t want to call and have it be some sort of cruel hallucination. He didn’t think he could handle it.

Then the invitation to your wedding came, you and Johnathan Levy. He spent that day in bed, staring out the window, feeling like a coward. He couldn’t face it, so much was already happening in his life at that point. He had just defeated Ammit, Steven knew about him, Layla signed the divorce papers. So that white paper on his table mocked him, calling him out on being a coward, because rather than putting on a brave face and congratulating you, he stayed in London and did nothing. 

The guilt ate him up, until there was nothing left. He tried everything he could, writing it out, talking to a therapist, but nothing helped. So finally, he listened to Steven and Jake and booked a plane ride to Boston. 

He was at your front door for seven minutes before he finally had the gull to ring the doorbell. When you opened it, it felt like he could breathe. You were young, you both used to be the same age but the blip changed that. Your hair was longer than he remembered and you had this glow about you that you never had before. It wasn’t until later it was because you were finally happy. 

His heart plummeted to his feet when he saw the baby on your hip, dark curls and eyes looking at him, reminding him that you weren’t the person you were all those years ago. You have changed. 

As you both talked his mind wondered, if he had been kinder, if he had been better, if he was someone else. Maybe this could’ve been his life, that would’ve been his kid and you his wife. But that was a far off dream now, one that he could never have. 

And as he closed your front door, after your talk, he told himself to let you go. He needed to let you go. You no longer needed him, you were finally happy and content, you made yourself a loving family and he needed to let you go. 

But each step he took away from your door, memories of your life together, from children to fighting deities together, flashed. Made each step feel heavier than the last, all he wanted to do was beg on his knees and tell you he was sorry, over and over and over again until he felt some sort of weight being lifted off of him. 

He closed his eyes and tried to remember the face you made, smiling as you held your baby in your arms, he tried to sear that into his memory. Every last detail. 

And then, with a heavy heart, he got on the bus to the airport, knowing he would never see you again.

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Rose

Fandom: Chicago Med

Pairing: Will Halstead x Reader

Genre: fluff, romance

Warnings: vague descriptions of childbirth

Word Count: 592

Requested by Anon: Will Halstead and his wife having a baby girl with dark red hair just like her daddy and they name her Rose 🥰

You lay prone on the bed, your entire body shaking with exhaustion, a sheen of sweat that didn’t paint you in your finest hour. You felt disgusting and euphoric all in one fell swoop, it felt so strange to no longer be carrying that weight inside you. That same small weight was now crying as you watched with unabashed joy and anticipation as the nurses checked, cleaned and swaddled your baby to hand her to you.

Tears fall freely from your tired eyes and you look to your husband, smiling almost deliriously as he’s crying too. 

“You did so well, sweetheart. I love you so much.” 

You sniff as you keep crying, chuckling at what an emotional wreck you were, leaning into his embrace, murmuring a weary yet sincere, “I love you too, so very much. Thank you for being here.”

Will almost laughs at the fact that you're thanking him, of course he'd be here for the birth of his child. You feel Will’s lips press to your forehead, a gentle hand stroking through your hair as he looks at you and then to your baby in utter disbelief. 

“I would never be anywhere else, ever.” He had been involved in so many deliveries of babies, but this would unquestionably be the most special delivery of all.

The nurse finally is able to lay your little girl against your chest, helping you tuck her securely into your arms. Your daughter’s cries have stopped and turned into gurgles and snuffles as she rests her soft cheek against your chest, you feel new shudders of joyful crying hit you, stroking the soft red hair that lays in fine ringlets on your newborn daughter’s scalp.

She smells like heaven. You look to Will, lost in his cherishing gaze for a moment as he lays a warm hand on yours, supporting your daughter together. You watch with your heart seeming to grow thrice its size as Will gently rubs a thumb over the curls too, clearly touched by the fact that his baby has his fiery hair.

You had been certain for a while now that Will was your partner for life, and you were also certain of what an incredible, doting, father he would be. 

“Do you have a name for this bundle of joy?” The nurse asks with an admiring smile. 

You and Will share a confident grin, turning to the nurse to instantly answer, “Rose Maggie Halstead”, to which the nurse smiles in realisation. Nobody needed an explanation other than the redness atop your daughter’s head to know where ‘Rose’ came from, and you’d clearly given your child a namesake from Maggie Lockwood in the middle.

You couldn’t wait to share this new life with your good friend Maggie, your daughter's soon-to-be godmother, with all of your other friends in the hospital, and of course with Jay. Jay had already bought enough presents to last your little girl a lifetime, and you had no doubts that he would continue to supply her with anything she could ever want or ask for, up to and including a very protective uncle.

-

Hours later when you had got a stream of visitors to coo over your new bundle of beauty, you found yourself now a bit more refreshed and peacefully dozing with your baby in the cot next to you.

You were so looking forward to getting home, but being held in your husband’s arms and listening to the soft puffs of your baby’s breaths was a moment you would want to stay in forever. 

Fin.

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Fight

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Series: One Shot

Character/s: Severide x Severide!Reader

Warning/s: Bullying

Word Count: 307

Request: Hi, can I ask for a Severide x daughter reader where he has to pick her up from school cuz she got in a fight (bad one like broken bones and missing teeth) and Kelly’s not happy but what happened was other kids was saying stuff about Kelly and reader just put them in there place you can end it however you’d like (reader was the outcome of a one night stand)

"A fight? Really? What were you thinking Y/N?" Your dad Kelly demanded as you got silently into the car, his uniform still on as he'd had to leave his shift to pick you up from school. "I raised you better than that."

"I know dad, I'm sorry," you replied genuinely, feeling bad about the whole ordeal, the other kid has lost a tooth afterall.

Kelly shook his head, saying nothing for a couple of blocks, the silence worse than anything he could say.

"You didn't hear what he was saying-" you tried to explain but Kelly cut you off with a wave of his hand.

"And I don't really care Y/N, you shouldn't have hit him," he told you, words final.

"They were picking on me for not having a mom okay? Making comments about how terrible you must be for her to leave," you said quietly. Kelly didn't stop you this time, knowing how much of a sore subject it had been with you since you were old enough to understand you weren't like other families.

"They said firefighters don't need to be smart, so you had the job because it was the only one you could do," you continued, noticing the way he gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. It had always been a sore subject with him too, forever being questioned on any parenting decision he made as a single dad.

"Well, I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself, but don't do it again alright?" Kelly said, anger replaced with understanding.

"No promises," you told him with a jokey grin, "I am your kid afterall." Kelly had once gotten physical with another dad over comments he made about your family.

"Yes you are, and don't forget it," he told you, ruffling your hair.

"Never," now that was something you could promise.

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It was her job (P1)

Note: Hi guys! This a tough one. I’d to split this fic in two parts cause it was too long otherwise. I choose Pelham cause he is the newbie and we have to give him material lol. This is like an intro cause P2 has more fluff and love birds. Enjoy xxx.

SIDE NOTE: My requests for Valentine’s day are open HERE if anyone wants to request something cause I’ll be writing those this week.

Summary: (Y/N) is Stevie Hammer's sister and when their mother returns to Chicago things get chaotic.

Fandom: Chicago Fire/ Chicago Med

Pairing: Jason Pelham x Hammer!Sister Reader.

WARNING: Mental health issues, homeless, wishing death, mental and physical abuse. 

DISCLAIMER: GIF IS NOT MINE. English is not my first language.

Word Count: 3,5K. 

You could feel your head almost exploding. It was the first call of the shift, but somehow you had had enough. Your mother came back to Chicago and, of course, she didn’t even have the decency to let her daughters know she had come back. It’s not like it changes you at all because in your head you stopped caring about your mother a long time ago. It sounded horrible, but that was how it was.

“I HATE YOU SO MUCH!” your mother yelled at the top of her lungs while you slid the stretcher into the ED with your paramedic partner. Despite being used to your mom’s tantrums; you couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed because the people you saw almost every day saw your mother like that. You didn’t want to imagine how your sister Stevie felt.

“I know that, mom, no need to scream,” you replied, rolling your eyes.

“I DON’T WANNA BE HERE” she yelled again, making you feel sick about this whole scene that she was playing.

“Well, you should have thought that before getting yourself into a street fight,” you told her while Stevie and Dr. Scott walk towards them.

“At my count, one, two, three,” Dr. Scott said as you noted that everyone in the ED seemed to know your mother and the trouble she always involved.

“What happened?” your sister asked approaching you “I thought she was on the road”

“Me too, but not only did she come back, but she got into a fight with another bum and it looks like she hit her head pretty hard and sprained her wrist,” you explained. Some people passing by had called 911 and as a paramedic, your ambulance had been called to attend to the incident. The idiot your mother pushed had passed out when he hit side of your mother's van. However, the other ambulance was already taking him to the hospital when you arrived on the scene.

“He was stealing from me!” your mother screamed, giving you an ugly look.

“I bet he was” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Something that your mother hated about you because you usually did it when you were tired of her.

“I HATE YOU SO MUCH” and then you didn’t see it coming. Your mother grabbed one of the medical trays and yanked it hard at you. When you turned around, the tray hit you square in the forehead and eye, causing you to lose your balance a bit and hit your head against the wall.

“Mom!” You heard Stevie’s scream, but you couldn’t move your head to look at her.

“I got the memo! You didn’t have to do that,” you complained, raising your hand to touch your forehead. You felt it wet and when you looked at your fingers, you saw that there was blood.

“Come on, I’ll look at that” Dr. Halstead approached you and you let him lead you to one of the empty exam rooms “Ok, let me see, are you ok?” he said as you felt the anger rising inside of you.

“Fine, I didn’t see it coming, that’s all,” you answered clearing your throat “Is this going to take a long time? Cause I’ve to take the ambulance out of service”

“I’ll tell your partner to do it,” He answered, leaving the room. You just sat on the table contemplating if suddenly the world wasn’t moving on its own. When Dr. Halstead returned a few minutes later you decided it was your head that was spinning and that nothing in the room was moving “Okay, talk to your partner about getting the ambulance off service, it looks like you have a pretty nasty cut so do you want me to do the stitches, or do you prefer Plastics to do it?”

“Stevie told me you dabbled in Plastics in med school so I have faith in you” Also, you wanted to have as little of a wait as possible so you could get as far away from your mother as possible from the hospital.

“Oh, ok, then I’ll do it but there are no refunds,” he gave you a smile

“If you give me a scar like Harry Potter, I won’t complain,” you added as you lay down on the stretcher “I’ve always been a fan“

“Do you feel any dizziness or nausea?” he asked as he picked up the suturing kit.

“I was wondering if it was me or if the room was spinning,” you told him

“I assure you that the room is not spinning so you may have a minor concussion after that hit, you need to rest so you should go home after this,” Dr. Halstead explained.

You sound a moan of frustration “Ugh, I’m so done with her tantrums”

“I’m sorry, Stevie told me about your mother and that sounds terrible “He gave you a rueful smile as he hovered over you to start things off “Stay still”

“She came back six months ago and I’m glad to have my sister back but mom lured her back into her nets,” You told him while you felt how the punctures began on your forehead, you tried not to wrinkle it so that the stitches would be as good as possible “I was happy for her when she left Chicago and started living her life”

“And you stayed here with your mother?”

“Yes, mostly took Stevie’s place, having everything under control” You shrugged

“I’m sorry”

“It’s okay, you know that Stevie always has everything together”

“Yeah, I know,” He said, giving you a lopsided smile “Didn’t know she had talked to you about me” You felt like there was something else behind his relationship with your sister.

“Not compliments, mostly told me how much of a pain in the ass you were in med school”

“In my defense, your sister is very competitive”

“I know she just loves to be right all the time,” You answered him while he cut the thread with the scissors

“Well, now you can go, check that pain, and if it gets worse, you need to come here,” He said, taking out his gloves “If not I’ll see you next week to take you those out”

“Thanks, I’ll get some rest. Sounds like a great idea right now” Your head was still spinning a bit, which you noticed right away when you got up from the table. You were going to have to take the ambulance ride back to the station and collect your things before you ordered an Uber to your apartment because you weren’t entirely sure you could drive without getting dizzy.

When you left the examination room, you noticed your partner was sitting at the nurses’ station looking at you with an understanding smile. You hated those smiles of pity, similar to the one Will gave you a few minutes ago.

“They told me I have to rest so I have to finish my shift early, I’ll call the chief when we get back to the ambulance to update him and get you a floater for the rest of the shift” Your partner nodded while you thought you had to text Jason to let him know you weren’t going to Molly’s that night.

“(Y/N)? A word?” your sister said, approaching you and pointing to the doctors’ launch. You smiled at your partner before following your sister into the room “Mom is stable”

“Fine,” you said before shrugging.

“Don’t you want to know the results of her scans or the labs?”

“Not at all” you answered shaking your head “I’m so done with her tantrums” you explained as you leaned against the table trying to concentrate on the conversation with your sister “and this time I’m seriously done with her, Stevie” you added your “nothing you say will make me change my mind”

“She’s probably going to need antibiotics, has an untreated wound on her foot that got infected, so we’ll have to watch her closely,” your sister said, crossing her arms.

“Didn’t you listen to me 10 seconds ago when I told you I was done with her?”

“We can’t just leave her alone, she’s mom,” Stevie explained.

You let out a sigh “I understand that you have always parented her and that you are used to taking care of her, but you have to let her be an adult and face real life”

“She’s sick, she tried but she can’t let go of old habits” You loved your sister more than anything but you hated it when she justified your mom’s actions.

“She just got back from a freaking road trip, Stevie! I’m sure she can decide for herself”

“You know she can’t,” Stevie said, and you decided you were losing patience.

“So, what are you going to do? Change her life? Get her van towed again so she can go back to live on your couch?” you asked, raising your brows.

“She doesn’t deserve to live under a bridge, (Y/N)”

“She doesn’t want to change her life, something that she has told you multiple times,” you pointed out while you scratched your forehead in a sign of concern.

“Then we keep insisting until she wants,” your sister refuted

“And how has that approach gone so far? You had his van towed and caused him to have an outbreak in the middle of your kitchen and run out in the middle of the night.” You didn’t want to sound harsh, but Stevie was ending up your patience and your head was spinning “It’s one thing to bring her food every week and quite another to keep pushing her to be something she’s not”

“Oh, sorry for not giving up so easily”

“Do you think I gave up easily? I’m tired of mom, I’m exhausted after taking care of her after you left,” you said and when you saw your sister open her mouth quickly, you added “I don’t blame you for leaving, I think it was the best thing you could have done”

“So we’re just supposed to stop trying?”

“The main difference between you and me is that you keep trying with mom and I already accept that nothing is going to change”

“The main difference between you and me is that I still care about what happens to her and I keep trying”

You stared at your sister briefly “I’m going to be inclined to believe that you didn’t mean that” you headed for the door before turning to look at her “Talk to later, Stevie”

After leaving Med, you kept thinking about how your mom always altered your life and your sister’s again. She always seemed to find a way to blame both of them for her misfortunes. Over time, you had understood that in reality your mother was used to living on the street and that she didn’t want to live any other way, either. She somehow found pleasure in finding a silk blanket in someone else’s trash or a feather pillow. Her mother viewed them as treasures, something she could simply afford if she had accepted their offer of a roof over her head.

Once you got to the station and headed to the locker room, you sat down on the bench. You were sure that the room was moving around. Otherwise, there was no other way to justify why your head hurt so much that you needed a few minutes before being able to gather all your things and put them in your bag. You went to your boss’s office to let him know you were already leaving, and I assure you he was going to take the ambulance out of service directly until the next shift. In the Uber on the way home, you called Jason, but you assumed he was on a call so you left him a voicemail.

“Hey babe, I guess you’re on a call” You were speaking as slowly as possible in an attempt not to get lost in your own words due to the headache “Uhm I had a little problem on a call today, nothing serious but it turns out that my mother is back in Chicago and had to give her a ride to Med” you sighed not sure whether to explain everything that had happened in a voicemail “Anyway, I’m on my way home now so call me when you hear this”

Once you got to your apartment, you curled up on the couch and made sure your phone was on ringtone before you started channel surfing. You woke up to the sound of someone knocking on your door and your dark apartment. A little confused, you took your phone to see the time and saw that it was already night.

“(Y/N) are you there?” You recognized Jason’s voice from the other side of the door. Throwing aside the blanket, you got up and opened the door.

“Sorry, I fell asleep, and then I didn’t hear the phone,” you replied, stepping aside to let him in.

“What happened to your face?” he asked a little louder than you expected, walking in and reaching out to touch your face. Only then did you feel how your face hurt on the right side where the tray had hit you.

“Wait, what?” You closed the door and approached the mirror that you had next to the door. Then you noticed you looked like shit. You had the stitches in the wound that your mom had left on your forehead and a bruise on the right side that went from the side of the eye to the cheek. If you didn’t know what happened this morning you’d think it was makeup “My mom and I had a fight today at Med and she got creative and throw a medical tray over my head”

Jason frowned, and you noticed the tension building between his eyebrows. “Are you okay?” he asked him and you knew he was not asking if you were okay physically but mentally.

“Yes, she threw one of his usual tantrums, that’s all,” you said, shrugging as you felt the pain in your head return. You knew that if Stevie would have been there, she would give you a speech about how bad it was to sleep when you had a concussion.

“How did she end up in the ED?” He asked, taking off his coat and leaving it on your rack.

“Some people who were passing by the bridge called 911 because of a bum fight, mom pushed one and then they pushed her, of course, she had come back without bothering to tell me or my sister” You explained “Classic Terry“ you added shaking your head “And she didn’t want to go to the hospital and had to make a whole scene about it that ended with her throwing a medical tray at my head”

“And your sister?” he asked, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“My sister and I are not on good terms right now,” you told him with a shrug “I decided that I’m done with my mother”

Jason gave a small nod and pulled you closer to him “How’s your head?”

“It hurts a little, now I don’t feel dizzy anymore, but when I left the hospital I felt as if everything was spinning,” you answered, laying your head on his chest.

“How sounds dinner? I can make something,” he offered

“That sounds amazing, I’m starving actually,” you said, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to take in his scent briefly before pulling away from him.

“I’m going to check the cabinets,” he said, and you nodded before shuffling towards the couch. One thing you liked about your apartment was that the living room and kitchen were in the same room, only separated by a breakfast bar. You mainly liked it because you could watch TV while you cooked.

“How about spaghetti with sauce?” He asked, showing you the box of spaghetti in his hand.

“Ugh, you know how much I love spaghetti,” you moaned with your head resting on the pillow with your eyes closed

“I know and since you are injured, I want to pamper you”

“I love you so much,” you moaned, almost imagining the smell of home cooking filling your home.

“We’ve been together for almost three years I thought you had a crush on me before spaghetti,” he replied, raising a brow as he got things out to make dinner.

“A little,” you replied, winking at him, “but don’t tell anyone”

“It’s good to know that you keep your sense of humor” he commented as you picked up your phone to see that you had a message from your sister asking how you were doing and updating you on your mother’s status, you ignored Stevie’s text since you didn’t feel like it.

“I’m sorry I didn’t answer your calls” you apologized getting up from the couch and approaching him

“Okay, I was worried and after leaving 51, I came here,” he explained.

“I can help,” you offered

“Are you sure? What about your head?”

“It hurts a little but I can’t go back to sleep either,” you took the board to cut the onion for the sauce. They both fell into silence for a few minutes until you broke it “I used to wish her dead, you know?” you said suddenly as you walked past him to throw the onion in the pan “I used to think that would end all my problems when I was younger, I was always waiting for that one call” you sighed leaving the table in the sink “That call that would tell me that mom had an overdose or that some bum killed her” you looked up from what you were doing to look at him “I wanted her dead so bad, I was so angry, for what she has done to me, to my sister”

“You were? And now?” Jason asked, putting aside what he was doing to look at you.

“It’s hard to explain, but she always used to go first, for my sister first and then for me, my mom always had problems we had to solve or fix” You never talked about your mother much, of course, Jason knew the whole story later of those years together but for you, it was still difficult to tell someone everything that had happened. Mainly because for a long time and especially when you were a teenager, you tried to hide it.

“She was the adult and she should have taken care of you”

“I know, the rational part of my head knows it but for a long time I justified her and her actions, my sister still does it” You sat on the counter “She acts like a child and I get it, she is sick” Dr. Charles had told Stevie that your mother possibly had depression, anxiety, and even possible bipolar disorder, confirming the suspicions both of you had always had about your mother’s mental health.

“You say your sister justifies your mom but you’re doing the same thing right now,” he replied, approaching you and placing himself between your legs “She was the adult and should have kept a roof over your head”

“She took away Stevie’s childhood making her take care of her,” you said as you rested your head on his shoulder “But she still cares, I mean she looks at her and she still loves her as her mother,” you added before surrounding him with your arms “I just, I can’t do that”

“You can’t blame yourself for not loving her,” Jason told you rubbing your back “She did nothing to earn your love as a mother either”

That was one thing that you had realized. In reality, your mother had simply never attempted to be your mother, nor did she did normal things like any mother. She had never held a job, hadn’t even done it for her two daughters and their well-being. Your mother had always been a disaster on her own.

“I know, but even when I promise myself I’ll cut off all contact she feels like it’s my fault like I should have taken better care of her somehow,” you muttered allowing yourself to close your eyes for a few minutes to inhale his scent.

“You are not her mother, she is yours,” he replied. It was as if Jason knew exactly what to say and that he wanted what you needed to hear. He put a strand of hair behind your ear before brushing his lips with your cheek and whisper, “You did everything right, everything”

It was as if suddenly he had taken a backpack of bricks from your shoulders and even though you were not completely sure, you believed in his words “Thanks, babe”

“It’s okay to let all of this go away,” he replied, kissing you on the forehead before separating from you to check the sauce.

You wanted to believe that you were doing the right thing, that for once in your life you were putting yourself first and prioritizing what was best for you before putting your mother and her mess before you. 

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Dr. Uncle Will

Request: Hey I loved your most recent Connor Rhodes x sister!reader!!! Could you write a littlest Halstead one where she gets sick and Jay has to call Will for help?

Pairings: Jay Halstead x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, sickness

Littlest Halstead

Masterlist

Jay Halstead was a great father to you, Y/N Halstead, and if you asked anyone if he was a good dad they would say that he's not just a good dad but a great dad. He has loved you ever since you were born and he thought he could spot anything since he was a detective but he was wrong and he found that out one night.

You were sick. You just felt run down and just overall felt like shit, especially when it came to playing your favorite sport, softball. Recently your entire 5th grade class had been going through a round of sickness. Some had the flu, some had a viral infection, and some just had a cold. You were lucky enough not to get anything until last week.

Jay had been busy with a case that he admits that he wasn't paying as close attention as he normally did. Even though he wasn't paying as much attention he did pick up some stuff like your lack of wanting to eat and you being really cuddly towards him, a movement that you only did when you were sick or getting sick. He wasn't concerned enough to call your uncle, Will Halstead, just yet but that would all change tonight.

You started to feel sick one Monday morning and it just progressed from there. Jay was in the kitchen preparing for his day at work and preparing your lunch for the day. He looked down at his watch and smiled when he saw that it would soon be time for your footsteps to start padding down the hallway. A few minutes went by and no sign from you which made him frown. “Wonder what the holdup is?” He asked himself as he put down what he was doing and walked to your room. He gently knocked on the door and usually he would get a response but he didn't. “Y/N/N it's time to get up for school.” He said using a soothing fatherly tone as he opened the door.

“Daddy?” You asked lazily looking up at him and he furrowed his eyebrows that's not like you.

“It's me, Baby Girl. It's time to get up.” He said coming to sit by you on your bed and just like a magnet you curled into him. He didn't think much of it, he just thought you wanted to be near him. “Are you ok?” He asked as he cuddled you and you nodded, you didn't want to inconvenience him.

“Yea I'm fine.” You lied easily. He didn't look convinced but went with it.

“Ok. We need to leave in 10 minutes so you need to get up and get ready.” He said and you nodded. He bent down and kissed your head and hugged you then he was getting up and leaving. Once he was gone you were sluggish to get up. It was like your movements were in slow motion and everything hurt but you powered through it. The time you got to the kitchen your father was already packing your lunch in your lunch box and grabbing your bag and waited by the front door. “Khloe and her mom are taking you to practice and I will pick you up after ball.” He said as he handed you some breakfast and your water bottle.

“Ok.” You said as you slipped on your shoes and then your backpack and took the lunch box from him. He nodded and then the both of you were out the door.

Once outside and in his truck that you loved so much you settled into the passenger seat and got comfortable. As you started to move you started to feel better and your dad picked up on this so the concern, he had this morning went out the window. You ate all your breakfast sandwich that your dad made that you loved and drank some of your water. He was really a good cook even though he doesn't like to admit it. The truck ride was filled with low music and quiet laughter and smiles. You definitely felt better after eating something. He pulled up to the school and parked and you got ready to get out. “Remember Khloe is taking you to practice and I will be picking you up.” He said and you nodded.

“Got it, Dad.” You added smiling and he smiled and nodded then you were getting out and opening the backdoor to grab your softball gear.

“I love you.” He said as he looked back at you.

“I love you too.” You said and then closed the door. He made sure you were in the school before driving off. You sighed preparing yourself to start the long boring day and the dreaded practice.

Throughout the school day you were back to feeling sluggish and your nose started to run. You also just wanted to lay down on something cold and take a nap. “Ms. Halstead, are you feeling, ok?” Mrs. Jean asked while everyone was at recess, you had been staying close to the bleachers and the students, which wasn't like you, you took a minute to respond but you nodded your head. She came over to you and sat next to you. It took a minute for you to notice she was there and you turned to look at her.

“I'm ok.” You said in a quiet voice.

“You look a little pale. Why don't you head to the nurse to lay down?” She asked in a concerning motherly tone; she did have 4 kids of her own. You shook your head.

“I'm really ok.” You said and she smiled softly at you.

“Ok. I won't push you. If you start feeling worse let me know and you can go to the nurse.” She said and you nodded at her and then she got up and left.

Lunch came and you didn’t feel like eating so you hardly ate anything. You left the rest in the lunchbox and went on with your day. The rest of the day you just dragged throughout the day not having the energy to do anything. When it came to gym class Mrs. Link let you set out because she could see how much you were struggling today. By the end of the day, you were feeling worse and you just wanted your dad but first you needed to get through softball practice.

“Hey, are you ready to go?” Khloe asked as she came up to you with her bag and gear. You looked at her smiling and nodded.

“Yea, I’m ready.” You said and she smiled and the two of you walked out. You grabbed your water bottle and downed half of it as you got to her mom’s car. Drinking something helped so you weren’t too concerned.

“Good afternoon, girls. Did you have a good day at school?” Khloe’s mom asked.

“It was alright.” You said and she frowned.

“You look a little pale my dear. Are you feeling, ok?” She asked as she looked at you.

“She hasn’t been feeling good since this morning.” Khloe said and you elbowed her. “What? I could see it when you walked in and didn’t say hi to me.” She said and you huffed and sunk into the seat. Her mother nodded but you knew she was still concerned. The car ride to the field was filled with car music and Khloe and her mom talking and laughing. You would comment when needed but you were just trying not to throw up. When you arrived at the field all three of you got out. You and Khloe grabbed your gear and you your backpack and walked over to the dugout and started to get ready.

You went through the motions of practice not really putting in the effort and everyone could see that which is why you had gotten pulled over to the side by Coach Ludgate. “Sweetie, are you feeling, ok?” She asked and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Yes.” You said and she looked at you in a concerned fatherly look. “No.” You admitted and he smiled softly at you and nodded.

“I can tell. You’re red in the face and you look pale. You also don’t seem as energetic as other times. Why don’t you go sit in the dugout out of the sun and cool off? Can’t have my best player collapsing on me.” He said smiling and you smiled back and walked sluggishly back to the dugout and laid down on the bench and closed your eyes. You don’t know how long you had your eyes closed but you then felt something cool being draped over your head. Your eyes shot open quickly and you came face to face with your dad.

“Dad?” You asked and he smiled, running a hand through your hair.

“Hey, Baby Girl. Thought I would come early and watch you practice. When I asked where you were they led me here.” He said and tears welled up in your eyes. “What’s wrong?” He asked as you sat up.

“I don't feel good.” You said quietly and he nodded, smiling softly.

“Let’s get you home. How long have you been feeling this way?” He asked

“Since this morning.” You said as you got up and grabbed your stuff and he nodded. He turned to look at your coach and he nodded and so the two of you made your way to his car and then home.

“Why didn't you let me know?” He asked as he threw your bags into the backseat.

“You were busy and I didn't want to disturb you or put more on your plate because you had a sick kid.” You said and his heart broke. For such a young kid you were smart and very generous of people's feelings.

“I would do anything for you.” He said and you nodded and sank into the cool leather of his truck. The ride home was quiet and uneventful; you had actually closed your eyes and fallen asleep. The music was down low so as to not disturb you. Jay was beating himself up, he should've seen the signs, he should've asked questions, he's a detective he should be able to pick up on things especially when it came to his own daughter. But you were just like him and you hid a lot of things well and you didn't let emotions show. By the time you got to the apartment you were out. He parked the truck and turned off the ignition. He sighed “Looks like I’ll be carrying you.” He said, chuckling to himself. He opened his door and got out then went over to the passenger side first grabbing your backpack and slung it over his shoulder and then he quietly shut the door and opened the passenger door. He quickly worked to get you unbuckled and then he picked you up, you threw your arms around him out of habit and buried your head into his neck. The moment your head touched his skin he knew how sick you were. You were warm despite having the ac blowing in the truck. As he situated you in his arms, he shut the door and locked it and started to head to the building.

“Good afternoon, Jay. I see you have a sleepy one.” Mrs. Mueller Quell, your elderly neighbor, and Jay smiled and nodded.

“Yea, she's not feeling good at the moment. Going to get her settled.” He said and she smiled and nodded.

“You should make her your famous chicken noodle soup. I know me and Grant love it.” She said

“I just might do that. We'll see you later.” He said and she smiled.

“If you need anything let us know. We've taken care of a few sick kids.” She said as she began to walk away to the mailroom.

“I will be.” He said as he got onto the elevator and pressed the button for the correct floor. He was amazed that you had slept through that interaction. As the elevator went up and eventually dinged, he walked out. In just a few quick long strides he was arriving at the door. He skillfully got his key out and unlocked it making sure to quietly shut it as he walked in. He sat your bag down and kicked off his shoes. He walked over to the couch and gently set you down but you had a grip on him like no other and he chuckled. He gently pried your grip apart and then laid you down, took your shoes off, then covered you up with a light thin blanket. He went into the kitchen to grab the children's Tylenol and pulled up the right dose and walked back into the living room. He hated to wake you up but he needed you to take it. “Baby Girl, can you wake up and take this for me? I promise you can go back to sleep.” He said as you opened your eyes and took the medicine and went directly back to sleep. He walked into the kitchen and put the now dirty cup in the sink. He then went to your backpack and there he sat your shoes down. He picked up your backpack and set it on the table and started to unpack it. At first it was all normal and he saw all the work that was sent home but everything was done and he smiled. You always finished your homework early; he had asked why and you responded casually saying that if you got it done early you could have more play time. He was shocked but he understood it and it was actually smart. As he was going through your backpack his phone started to ring. The shrill of the ringer was loud and he was quick to take it out of his pocket and answer it without looking at it just to get it to stop ringing and not wake you up.

“Detective Jay Halstead.” He said quickly.

“Well hello Detective Jay Halstead.” Hailey’s voice came through with a chuckle.

“Sorry, Hails. I didn't look at my phone. What's up?” He asked

“I just wanted to see if you and Y/N wanted to go out to a movie and ice cream.” She said and he smiled at that and looked over at you still sleeping. He began seeing Hailey when you were 9 years old and had just turned 10 years old. She was making the effort to connect with you and it was working.

“We're going to have to take a rain check on that. She's not feeling all that great. Didn't even practice at softball.” He said

“Oh man she must be bad off. That's not like her. She loves the sport.” She said and he smiled loving the thought that she actually paid attention to your interests.

“Yeah, she does.” He said, chuckling.

“I could pick some stuff up and come over.” She offered

“I would like that and she would too. She's asleep right now.” He said

“Anything specific you need?” She asked

“I think I'm out of children's Tylenol, just gave her the last dose, and cold medicine, do you mind getting that?” He asked

“Not at all! I'll be over there soon.” She said

“Thank you.” Jay said

“Anything for my boyfriend and his lovely daughter.” She replied and he smiled and chuckled and then they were both hanging up the phone.

When Jay got your lunch box, he pulled it out and opened and was shocked that there was most of your lunch still left. You love your food and would take any chance to eat it. All this just told him how sick you were. “Oh, Baby Girl.” He said, sighing. He got all of the stuff out and put the items that needed to be refrigerated in the fridge.

“Daddy?” You asked sitting up and he was over to you in a matter of seconds bending down in front of you.

“Hey, Baby Girl. What's wrong?” He asked and you looked at him. Your eyes weren't as bright as they usually are and you overall just didn't look great.

“I'm hungry.” You said and he smiled and ran a hand through your sweat soaked hair.

“Do you want some soup and crackers?” He asked and you nodded.

“Please.” You said and he smiled and nodded. He had taught you to be polite from a young age. Before he left, he grabbed the remote and handed it to you. You turned it on and turned on Disney+ and turned on Wizards of Waverly Place. You settled in as Jay went to the kitchen to see what soup he had on hand in the meantime. He grabbed the saltine crackers and then some canned chicken and noodle soup. He would have to go to the grocery later, he would've had Hailey pick it up but there was more he needed to get and he didn't want her to pay for his groceries. He quickly got to work on getting your food ready and when it was, he brought it into the living room and you sluggishly sat up and he could see this. He sat down and then gave it to you. You instantly cuddled into his side.

“Careful it's hot.” He said and you nodded and then started to eat. You ate about half of it and 3 crackers before you were handing it back to him and he was sitting it on the coffee table in front of you, you snuggled into him and he instantly cuddled you. As he sat there with you, he could hear now that you had become congested, he brought a hand to your forehead and frowned you were warmer than you were when he got you out of the truck. “You really don’t feel good do you, Baby Girl?” He asked as you snuggled into him more.

“No.” You said in a quiet voice and his heart broke. He kissed the top of your head.

“Hailey is on her way over with some medicine.” He said and you nodded but continued to snuggle into your father. It wasn’t 2 minutes later that there was a knock on the door and he was getting up to answer it but not without you whimpering out for him. “I’ll be right back. I promise. Hailey is here.” He said and you nodded and you let him get up but as he stood up and second later you were standing up and tucking yourself into his side.

“I don’t want to leave you.” You whined, tears welling up in your eyes and threatening to spill and a sniffle from you being sick and the tears.

“Ok ok you don’t have to.” He said as he picked you up and walked towards the door. You snuggled into him and wrapped your arms around his neck and legs locked around his waist. Yup you were definitely sick you were being super clingy. He got to the door and unlocked it then opened it and there stood his girlfriend/partner with bags of medicine and a cup holder filled with three drinks, milkshakes to be exact.

“Hey you two.” Hailey said and Jay smiled but you had already fallen asleep.

“Hey.” Jay said and leaned in to kiss her and she ran a hand through your hair. “I think she is asleep.” He said chuckling and she nodded in agreement.

“Well, she can have her milkshake later. I thought something cold would be nice.” Hailey said and Jay smiled as he led her in.

“You didn’t have to do that.” He said

“I wanted to. I love her like she is my own.” Hailey said having not seen his face since her back was turned to him as she put things away and your milkshake in the freezer. His face was one of love and appreciation.

“I can’t even begin on how to thank you.” Jay said and she shook her head.

“No need.” She replied as she turned around to look at Jay holding you and she practically melted right then and there.

“I’m going to try and go put her down. Then I will be right back out.” He said and she smiled and nodded.

“Take your time.” She said and he nodded and turned heading to your room. Jay walked down the hallway into your room he walked you to your bed and started to gently lay you down and you whimpered.

“No.” You whined as he laid you down and sat on the side of the bed.

“You’ll be much more comfortable here than on me. I promise. I’ll be in the living room with Hailey so I’ll be able to hear you if you call. Ok?” He asked and you looked at him tiredly and nodded.

“Ok. Tell her I said hi.” You said and it ended with a cough and he smiled as he ran a hand through your hair.

“I will. Now get some rest.” He said leaning up and kissing you on your sweaty hot forehead.

“Ok.” You whispered as your eyes closed and you were out like a light. He tucked you in and gave you your favorite stuffed animal and headed out of your room making sure to crack the door slightly. He looked at you one more time and then he was walking back to the living room.

“How is she?” Hailey asked

“She’s warmer than normal and she coughed which was new. She ate about half of her soup and 3 crackers before she was putting it down and snuggling into me before you got here.” Jay said

“What do you think it could be?” She asked and he shrugged.

“It could be anything. There has been some sickness going around her class but honestly don’t know.” Jay said as he grabbed your half-eaten soup and package of crackers into the kitchen. He put the bowl in the sink and the crackers back in the cabinet then he walked back into the living room, Hailey handed him his milkshake “Thank you.” He said and sat down and turned on Brooklyn Nine-Nine, a cop show that they were watching together. Jay slung an arm over shoulders and pulled her into him and they drank their milkshakes. They loved to comment on everything but it was mostly a show they didn’t have to really think about but with them both being detectives they ran the cases that were showing on the TV. They probably got about 3 hours into it, it was 8 PM, before you started to cough more and more and that concerned him. He had decided that he wouldn’t be going into work tomorrow and had let Voight know beforehand and he gave his approval saying family came first. “I’m going to check on her.” He said as he paused the show and Hailey nodded and sat up for him to go to your room. As he was walking to your room you started to cough more and more. He walked into the room and you were still sound asleep but coughing a really deep cough. He walked over and sat down on your bed and rubbed you back as you were turned onto your stomach. “Baby Girl.” He said and started to wake you up and all he got was a cough that he could feel wracking your body. “Hey, wake up.” He said as he started to pick you up and you snuggled into him.

“Daddy?” You asked followed by a cough.

“Yea, it's me. Hey, do you want to come into the living room with us? You coughing is worrying me.” He said and you looked at him and your eyes weren’t as bright as they were when you weren’t sick.

“Please.” You said and she smiled and got up and went into the kitchen to grab the milkshake. She put it in the microwave to soften it slightly and then walked back into the living room and handed it to you as she sat down. You took it but you were shaking and that concerned them both. Whatever you had zapped the energy out of you. “Thank you.” You said and took a sip of it and she smiled.

“Yea.” You said followed by a cough and he nodded and then he picked you up and took you into the living room. He was quick to dim the lights until it was semi-dark and Hailey was already making a spot for you between them. “Hi.” You said when you spotted her but it wasn’t as energized as before.

“Hi Sweetie.” She said with a smile as Jay sat down then he disappeared to grab more children’s Tylenol and come back in. He sat down on the other side of you and you somehow ended up more on him. “I heard you weren’t feeling good.” She said and ran a hand through your hair and you nodded snuggling more into your father and she smiled “I brought you a milkshake. Do you want it?” She asked and you looked up at your dad and he looked down at you and you nodded. You looked over at her and she could see the nonexistent light.

“You’re welcome, Sweetie.” She said

“Here, take this and wash it down with the milkshake.” Jay said and you nodded and said what you were told. Then they were turning their attention back to the TV as Jay pressed play. You watched it but didn’t pay any attention to it, not even finishing your milkshake. You were falling back to sleep and he was taking the cup out of your hands and putting it on the side table.

“She only drank half of it. She’s definitely not feeling well.” Jay said as you let out a cough.

“I hope she feels better soon. I hate seeing her like this.” Hailey said and Jay nodded.

“Me too.” He said

Around an hour later Jay was putting you back into your bed and he was bye to Hailey and he was heading off to get ready for bed and when they were done, they slid in and fell into a somewhat peaceful sleep. You coughed and coughed throughout the night and it seemed like it got worse when you were laying down. Jay being your parent had parent ears on all the time and they never turned off so when you stopped coughing during the night he was instantly awake and sitting up. He walked into the room and he was instantly kneeling by your bedside and he could see you breathing and he sighed but he wanted to wake you up just in case. “Y/N. Baby Girl. Can you wake up for me?” He asked as he petted your hair and you let out a cough and slowly cracked your eyes as best as you could but they were almost like caked shut and he could see that. “Oh, Baby Girl.” He said as he started to take the goop away from your eyes. As you started coughing again you started wheezing and that brought a new worry to your father that was new. It was time to call Will. “Come here.” He said picking you up and taking you into his bedroom and laid you down on his bed while he picked up his phone and unlocked it and pulled up his brother’s contact information and pressing call.

“I’m sorry for waking you up but no everything isn’t ok. Y/N is sick and at first, I could handle it but then she started coughing and just a little bit ago she stopped and now her eyes are filled with goop and she is wheezing.” Jay explained keeping watch over as you slept and wheezed.

“Jay? It’s 4 in the morning. Everything ok?” Will asked, voice full asleep.

“Has she been running a temperature?” Will asked

“She didn’t even practice?” Will asked

“She’s been running hot ever since I picked her up from softball practice where she was lying on the bench.” Jay said

“No, she was pale and sweaty and red in the face.” He replied

“Oh, damn she must be really sick. Go get a thermometer and take her temperature and tell me what it is.” Will said and Jay did just that. “Have you given her any medication?” He asked.

“No, not recently.” Jay said as he walked into this bathroom to retrieve one of many thermometers. “She had a dose of children's Tylenol when we got home and then at 8 PM.” Jay said as he grabbed it and then walked back into the bedroom. “Alright, I'm taking her temperature now.” He said and put it in your ear and you didn't move you were so sick you didn't even care.

“Has she thrown up any?” Will asked, already getting out of bed and getting ready to head over to the other Halstead household.

“No.” Jay said as the thermometer beeped. “102.2.” He read it out loud.

“It should've gone down with the children's Tylenol.” Will said, worrying about his one and only niece. “Let me hear her.” He said and Jay put the phone on speaker and put it next to you. You coughed and started to wheeze and Will sighed. “Let me grab some stuff from the hospital and I'll be right over.” Will said.

“Ok.” Jay said “We'll see you soon.” He said and then they both were hanging up the phone. Jay was worried and now Will was worried. He hated waking his brother up after he worked a 24-hr. shift but he didn't know what to do. Jay laid down next to you and shut his eyes.

30 minutes went by and he was jerking awake by a knock on the door and he was making sure you were breathing before he got up. He was surprised you didn’t wake up to the knock because you were such a light sleeper much like him. You coughed and were still wheezing and that broke his heart. He was quick to get to the door and open it to reveal his brother. “Hey, how is she?” Will asked as he walked in and Jay closed the door.

“Still wheezing and coughing.” He said as he led Will to his bedroom.

“Has she had anything to eat?” His brother asked and he nodded.

“Half a bowl of soup, 3 crackers, and half a milkshake.” Jay replied

“Normally she would eat everything. She has a fast metabolism.” Will said as they walked into the bedroom and you were in the middle of bed.

“That’s what I’m worried about. What did you have to get?” Jay asked

“I went and got a nebulizer with some medicine that will help with the wheezing and hopefully it’ll help with the cough as well.” He said

“What do we do about the coughing?” Jay asked as he stood arms crossed watching you and Will was looking at him.

“You need to be careful not to suppress a productive cough too much, unless it's keeping her from getting enough rest. Coughing can be useful, it can help clear the throat and airway of germs, mucus and dust. If it doesn't go away or comes with other symptoms like shortness of breath, mucus production or bloody phlegm then that could be the sign of a more serious medical problem and would need to be addressed.” Will said giving out medical information easily and keeping it to where Jay could understand it. Jay nodded glad to have a doctor for a brother.

“What should we do first?” Jay asked

“I wanna assess her and then go from there and that means unfortunately waking her up.” Will said and Jay said and nodded and went and sat down on the bed and began to wake you up. When you were awake and looked at him confused you then spotted Will and gave him a weak smile and he sadly smiled back at you. He could tell right away that you didn’t feel good. He approached you and sat on the other side of the bed. “Hey, Kiddo. I heard you weren’t feeling good.” He said in a sympathetic voice he used for his younger patients. You shook your head and cuddled into your father.

“Yea.” You said in a quiet voice and that wasn’t like you. You then coughed and coughed until you started gagging. Will was quick to grab the empty trash can by the nightstand and thrust it under just in time for you to expel everything in your stomach, which wasn’t much. Jay held your hair and rubbed your back.

“It’s ok, Baby Girl. Let it all out.” He said and once you were dry heaving you practically collapsed into your father exhausted. “That was new.” Jay said and Will sighed he hated seeing you in such a state, you were naturally a strong-willed girl much like your father and to see you dwindle down to nothing saddens him. 

“I’m going to listen to you and take a couple of vitals. You don’t have to move from Jay, ok?” He asked

“Ok.” You said in a now hoarse voice. Having no energy you just sat there while Will checked you over, you actually started to fall asleep.

“Is she asleep?” Will asked and Jay looked down at you and your eyes were closed and head resting on his chest.

“She’s asleep.” Jay said, looking back up at his brother.

“She’s really is sick.” Will said and Jay nodded. “I want to get a dose of medicine from the nebulizer in her and I want her to be awake for that but if she falls asleep during it then it should be fine.” Will added and Jay nodded and once again he was waking you up and he felt so bad about it. When you were awake Will explained what the machine was and what it does and he could tell that you were listening but not fully there but enough to understand. He hooked the machine up and put the medicine in and then handed the piece to Jay who put it over your nose and mouth. At first you protested but when you started to feel better and not wheezing you embraced it and leaned into your father and started to fall asleep the brothers talked about whatever came to their mind mostly the recent Jayhawks game. Once the medicine was done, Jay, not having the heart to move you back to your room, tucked you into his bed and then the brothers were heading into the living room.

“How long do you think it’ll be before she gets better?” Jay asked

“I’m thinking and hoping in a couple days but it may take a week or two.” Will said and Jay sighed but nodded. Jay looked at his watch and saw that it was 5 AM. He looked up at his brother.

“I can either make us some coffee or we can try to get some sleep. Guest room is free.” Jay said

“I’m gonna get some sleep and I suggest you do the same.” Will said and Jay smiled.

“You’re the doctor, you know what is best.” Jay said a smile turning into a smirk and Will rolled his eyes but smiled. As they headed for the rooms Jay’s phone pinged and he looked at it. “Her school has been closed due to so many kids sick.” Jay said and Will nodded.

“That’s what needed to happen when all of this started.” Will said and Jay nodded in agreement. They walked into the rooms and Jay got into bed and somehow you sensed he was there because you were cuddling into him. He smiled and cuddled you kissing your head as he was doing so, he noticed that you weren’t wheezing anymore and the coughing had died down. Once he knew you were ok, he let himself relax and eyes closed and he actually fell asleep.

The next morning Jay was waking up and he was expecting you to be next to him but you weren’t and that made him confused until he heard the laughing coming from the kitchen and followed by your cough. He slowly got out of the bed and walked into the kitchen to find you and Will up to now good. “Good morning, Daddy.” You said in a hoarse voice when you spotted him and that made Will look over in his direction.

“Good morning.” Will greeted

“How are you feeling?” Jay asked and you shrugged. He could see your eyes were not as bright.

“Not great but not worse.” You said and coughed deeply and Jay was rushing over to you rubbing your back. After you were done you took a deep breath and nodded.

“You ok?” He asked and you nodded.

“I’m ok.” You said “We decided to make breakfast.” You said and he smiled and kissed your head.

“You’re actually trusting Uncle Will with the kitchen?” Jay joked

“Hey! I can cook.” Will defended

“No, that’s why I’m supervising.” You said throwing a signature Halstead smirk.

“Oh lord, good thing we have Firehouse 51 on speed dial.” Jay said and everyone laughed. The morning was filled with laughter and joking and eating and every now and then your coughs. By the afternoon you were in the middle of them passed out on the couch as they watched a random hockey game. By the end of the day Will had gone back home but he made Jay promise to keep him updated and he stuck to his promise. Throughout the next week you were getting stronger and light was coming back to your eyes. The coughing had subsided. Your school opened back up and Jay went back to work. You were actually able to get through a softball practice.

By week 3 you were back to normal. Your eyes were bright, you were eating like your normal self, and you were energized again. Everyone was currently at your softball game and of course you were winning. “She’s back to her normal self, I see.” Will said and Jay nodded.

“Yeah she is. I’m so glad about it too.” He replied

“She even had me worried.” Hailey said “I never have to worry about her, she is too much like her daddy that she doesn’t need to be worried about.” She added and everyone nodded in agreement. The crowd erupted in a cheer and they looked up in time for you to slide and steal home base to win the game. Everyone cheered and crowded around you. Once everyone cleared out and you grabbed your stuff you walked over to your dad, uncle, and Hailey.

“Great job, Kiddo!” Will said and brought you in for a tight hug.

“Thank you, Uncle Will.” You said and hugged him back.

“You did an amazing job, Baby Girl.” Jay said and hugged you after you got done with Will.

“You were amazing out there. I’m so glad you’re back to your normal self.” She said running a hand over her head and you smiled and looked up from your position from hugging your father and smiled at her.

“Thank you.” You said and then you snuggled into your father’s side and looked at Will. “Thank you for being Dr. Uncle Will.” You said and he smiled.

“Anytime, Kiddo. I hate seeing you so down.” He said

“We all do.” Jay said

You hated being sick and being down for so long. You hated not being up and doing something and you got that from your dad honestly. Hopefully you wouldn’t be getting that sick again but you never know what life would throw your way. Next time could be just a 24-hr. bug or it could put you in the hospital, you just never know.

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Hey this is my request

Where yn and Antonio buy a house and when the sell goes trough they give a house warming party and they get from Jay and Hailey matching bathrobes and from Hank and Trudy some pictures of yn and Antonio

The rest you decide with allot of fluff Thank you

Summary: You and Antonio have finally found your dream house. So you celebrate by having a party.

Warnings: suggestive, fluffy 🤣

Word count: 1807

Fandom: Chicago P.D

Pairing: Antonio Dawson x Reader

“What do you think, baby?” your husband asked as he walked up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist. He pressed his lips to the soft spot behind your ear, placing a gentle kiss. “Is it perfect enough for you?”

You couldn’t help but smile, sinking further into his embrace. “This is it. This is the one.”

“We’ll take it,” Antonio said, turning to the realtor.

You felt like you were going to explode with happiness—and maybe, just maybe, a little relief. The past few months had been stressful, searching for the perfect home for your family. Antonio had been more stressed than you, as he was determined to shield you from as much strain as possible. After all, stress is bad for the baby.

But this house… it was everything you had hoped for. And the most perfect part? The man by your side, the man you were lucky enough to call your husband. It was literally a dream come true.

“Mommy! Daddy! Look at this room!” Your three-year-old daughter came running toward you, tugging at Antonio’s pant leg. “Can this be my princess castle?” she asked, her eyes wide with excitement.

You bent down to scoop her up, her giggles echoing around the empty room as she wrapped her arms around your neck. “What do you think, sweetie? Is it the perfect castle for you?”

She nodded enthusiastically, clapping her little hands. “Yes! I love it!”

The next couple of months felt like agony—waiting to finally move in, then worrying about the logistics of the move itself. But you needn’t have stressed. The boys offered to help, though really, they were there to help Antonio. His overprotectiveness wouldn’t even let you carry a plant pot.

As a thank you, you headed to the best coffee shop in Chicago, bringing back coffee and donuts for everyone. Hailey and Kim dropped by frequently to keep you company while the guys worked tirelessly on the house. Antonio insisted on starting with your daughter’s room, wanting everything to be perfect for his little princess.

Jay and the girls took on the task of setting up the nursery for your unborn baby. You and Antonio decided to wait until the birth to learn the gender, but you didn’t want to wait to have the room ready. Kim had come up with the idea to surprise you by decorating it, and you weren’t allowed to peek.

You trusted them completely. Jay was the first person you met from the district, and he quickly became like a brother to you. Hailey came next, though there was a bit of a misunderstanding at first. Once Jay clarified that you were Tony’s girlfriend, you and Hailey became fast friends. Then there was Kim—sweet, soft-spoken Kim, who you learned had a fierce side after an encounter during a girl’s night out. Beneath her soft exterior was a woman who wouldn’t hesitate to stand up for herself.

Now, you couldn’t imagine life without any of them. They had become part of your family.

The housewarming party was your way of showing them how much they meant to you. Despite Antonio’s protests that a simple BBQ would be enough, you went all out, preparing different meals and drinks for each person—steak and whiskey for Voight, Chicago-style pizza and cold beer for Jay.

You even got a bounce house for your daughter and her friends, though you should have known that Adam would be the first to jump in.

Hank Voight, the first to greet you, wrapped you in a quick hug. “You didn’t have to go through all this. You should be taking it easy.”

“But you guys worked so hard, you deserved it,” you replied, smiling.

“We certainly don’t deserve you,” he said warmly.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit,” you were about to add more when the sound of shrieks came from the backyard.

“He’s never going to grow up,” Hank chuckled, nodding towards Adam, who was still bouncing in the inflatable castle.

“Don’t tell me you don’t want to go in there,” you teased, nudging him.

“I’m a little too old for that,” he laughed, raising his glass.

“So is he,” you grinned, nodding toward Adam, “Doesn’t stop him.”

As night fell and the air grew cooler, you brought the party inside. That’s when everyone began handing you gifts, much to your surprise.

Hank and Trudy gifted you beautiful picture frames, each holding a wedding photo. “Thanks, guys. You didn’t have to, but I know exactly where to put them,” you said, envisioning them above your new fireplace.

Hailey and Jay’s gift was a set of matching robes that said “Mr. and Mrs. Dawson.” Of course, Adam couldn’t resist giving you both some novelty items—two mugs, one reading “I like his…” with a bird picture, and the other, “I like her…” with a cat. Your daughter giggled, “But we don’t have a cat, silly Uncle Adam!”

Then there was the Christmas pajama set—one reading “Tickle my pickle” and the other “Pickle Tickler”—with red and black plaid pants to match.

Alvin’s contribution was a sign that read “Time Out Spot.”

“My princess is very well behaved,” Antonio protested jokingly.

“I never said it was for her,” Alvin replied, deadpan, before breaking into laughter with the rest of you.

“Don’t give her any ideas,” Antonio whispered to him, but you overheard.

“It’s not a bad idea, Al. Thank you,” you teased, smirking at your husband.

“I’m very well-behaved,” he grinned, giving you a playful wink.

The night continued for a couple of hours before everyone decided to head home. They did still have work in the morning after all.

You stood from the couch and started to collect all the dishes and glasses but a hand stopped, “I got this, baby,” he said, taking the dishes from your hand.

“But…”

“No buts,” he interrupted, “You’ve done enough today, I’ll clean up and I’ll meet you upstairs,”

You sighed, the look on his face, despite behind hidden amongst the tiredness, told you that he wasn’t going to budge, “Okay,” you folded, you looked down at your daughter, who had fallen asleep on the couch. You walked over to her, leaning down to pick her up gently in your arms.

You walked back over to Antonio, placing a kiss on his cheek, “We love you,” you told him.

“I love you two more,” he said, leaning down to place a kiss on your daughter’s head. He stood back up straight and pressed a kiss to your lips, “Go get comfy, baby, I won’t be long,”

“I hope not, Daddy,”

“And I need the naughty spot?”

“Fine,” you sighed, “But I still want cuddles,”

“You got it,” he said, giving you another peck on your lips. You said goodbye and headed upstairs.

You walked over to the room that was across the hall from yours. You opened the door and you’re greeted by the light pink and purple walls, with a brick like patten painted on it to give her a castle feel. Her bed has a pink canopy hovering above, with light purple transparent fabric cascading down like a waterfall.

You move further into the room and towards the bed. It only takes three steps before your standing beside it. You use one hand to move the covers to the side and gently lower her down onto the mattress. You grab the corner of the duvet and bring it back over to cover her. You tuck the duvet in around her, smiling when you notice the multiple different stuffed toys on her bed. Each from one of the team. You see she got her housewarming gifts last week.

You brush a stray strand away from her face and lean down to kiss her forehead, “Love you Princess,” you whisper.

You stood beside your daughter’s bed, smiling as you admired her peaceful appearance. Gently, you tucked her favorite stuffed bunny closer to her side, making sure everything was just right before you headed to the door.

But before you could move, you felt the familiar warmth of Antonio’s arms wrapping around your waist from behind. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his chin resting on your shoulder as he gazed down at your sleeping daughter, “She’s out like a light,”

You nodded, leaning back into his chest, “She loves her castle,”

"Only the best for my girls," Antonio said, as he pressed a kiss to your clothed shoulder.

You smiled, placing your hands over his as they rested on your belly. "We’re lucky to have you," you whispered back.

“I’m the lucky one,”

For a moment, the two of you stood in silence, simply watching your little girl sleep, bathed in the soft glow of her nightlight.

He smiled, cupping your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you softly. "Come on, let’s get you to bed," he said gently. "You wanted cuddles, right?"

You nodded with a contented sigh, letting him lead you out of the room. With one last glance at your sleeping princess, you quietly closed the door behind you.

Antonio continued to lead you towards your room, his arm still wrapped around your waist. As you entered your own bedroom.

“Let’s get you settled,” he said, guiding you toward the bed. You sat down on the edge as Antonio knelt in front of you, helping you slip off your shoes. His touch was gentle, the way he always was with you, especially now with the baby on the way.

“You spoil me,” you teased softly, running your fingers through his hair.

“You deserve it,” he replied softly, pressing a kiss to your ankle. He stood and pulled back the covers for you. “Besides, I need you well-rested.”

You gave him a curious but suggestive look. “For what?”

He rolled his eyes and smiled, “For all the cuddles you asked for.”

You couldn’t help but laugh quietly and somehow, you find yourself falling for him even more, if that was even possible. Antonio always had a way of turning even the simplest moments into something special. Sliding into bed, you watched as he joined you, wrapping his strong arms around you as soon as he settled beside you.

You nestled your head against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your cheek. His arms surrounded you and the whole world just disappeared.

“I’m so happy,” you whispered.

Antonio tightened his hold on you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Me too, baby,” he whispered back.

You smiled, resting your hand on your growing belly. Antonio’s hand joined yours, his thumb brushing over your skin in a soothing rhythm and you found yourself being lulled to sleep. The last thing you remember, is feeling a soft kiss in your hair.

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Daddy’s Little Princess

Fandom: Chicago PD

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Wife!Reader

Warning/s: Fluff, medical talk (nothing graphic)

Word Count: 1.5k+

Requests:  “Hi! I just saw you posting about your empty inbox so here I am... I was thinking maybe dad!Jay, anything would suffice, just overall fluffy. I'm in desperate need of some fluff and comfort.” And “Would you be able to do a Jay Halstead one-shot, please. There isn’t as much on him anymore” 

A/N: I hope it’s what you were expect. I tried my best to grasp Daddy!Jay concept and I’m hoping I did that. 

A/N: I woke up the other morning to 20 requests after making a post about my imbox being empty. That makes me so happy that I have the stuff to write now, and I will say that some of them were very similar to each other so I might combine those. Now I have a lot to get done, so bare with me while I work on them on as fast as I can.

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“Alright princess what are we coloring?” Jay walked over to Ava who was sitting at the kitchen table coloring. Jay placed a juice box in front of Ava before slightly lifted her to sit her on his lap.

“A picture for Mommy.” Ava took a sip of her juice before continuing to color. After a few minutes of coloring with Jay, Ava spoke up again. “Daddy, I want a sibling.”

Jay stopped coloring as he was in complete shock at what his daughter had just said. “You want a little brother or sister?” Ava nodded her head as she continues to color. Jay took that as his cue to let it be as he was still a little shocked about the conversation.

You had planned on being home for dinner tonight, but there was a pile-up on the highway, and the ED was flooded with patients. So, instead, you grabbed a quick snack in-between patients. It was now 7 pm and you were finally on your way out and you couldn’t wait to get home to your husband and daughter. As you headed out of the ED, you said goodbye to both Maggie and April and scurried out of the ED so you couldn’t be stopped by anyone else. After a 20min drive, you pulled into the driveway next to Jay’s truck and quickly headed into the house. The moment you walked into the house, laughter and screams filled the room which caused the smile on your face to grow even bigger.

You leaned against the doorway to the living room to see Jay on the floor tickling your daughter. “Daddy! Let me go!” Your daughter screamed as she tried to get out of Jay’s grip. Seeing Jay with your daughter made your heart swell in your chest. When you had found out you were pregnant with your daughter, both you and Jay had just gotten married and hadn’t planned on having kids so soon into your marriage, but the universe had other plans for the two of you.

“Mommy!” Ava managed to get out of Jay’s grip, sprinted around the couch, and hid behind your legs.

“Torching our daughter again?” You smirked at Jay as he rounded the couch to stand in front of you. You uncrossed your arms from your chest before rubbing your daughter's back.

“I would never.” As you turned around, you bent over and holstered Ava up on your hip. Jay reached over and tickled your daughter one last time.

“Daddy!” Ava wiggled around in your hands causing you to let out a small chuckle.

“Well now that you tickled her to death, I think it’s time for a bath.” Your daughter's face lit up like a Christmas tree. Ava loved taking baths she always has since she was a baby. “What do you say? You want mommy or daddy to give you a bath?"

“I want…” Ava paused for a moment, pretending to think who she was going to choose, even though you know actually who she was going to choose. “I want Daddy.” Ava reached out for Jay which he took as his cue to take her from your arms.

“Such a daddy’s girl.” You mumbled underneath your breath as a smirk formed on Jay and you knew he heard you.

“Don’t worry. Your still my number one girl.” Jay whispered against your ear as he walked past you and up the stairs.

“Ha. Yeah right. She’s got you wrapped around her finger real tight.” You chuckled as you headed into the living to see toys all over the floor. The place had looked like a mini-tornado had ripped through the small living space, which technically your daughter was a mini-tornado.

Once Ava was settled in the bathtub, Jay handed Ava her toys before sitting down on the floor. Jay loved being a father and to be honest he never thought he would become a father let alone a husband. Jay has had some rocky past relationships that he never thought he would find someone, but then you came along, and it changed everything. The first time the two of you meet was when you were a resident at Med, and he was a patrol officer and he had brought in a victim that needed medical attention. Jay smiled as he watched Ava splash around in the tub.

After Ava finished her bath, the two of them went into her bedroom to change her into PJs. “Okay, which Pjs, do you want to wear tonight?” Jay set Ava down on her bed with her still wrapped in a towel.

“Frozen.” Ava chirped up with a smile on her face. Frozen was of course Ava’s favorite movie at the moment, actually, any Disney movie was her favorite movie, but Frozen was number one at the moment.

“Of course, that’s the one you pick.” Jay let out a soft chuckle while grabbing the Frozen PJs from the top drawer of the dresser. Jay walked over to Ava and changed her into her PJs then moved on her comb her hair.

Once Jay finished with Ava’s hair, she went over to her bookshelf to pick out her bedtime story. “I wanna read this one.” Ava handed Jay a book before jumping on the bed.

“Okay, this one it is.” Jay pulled back the cover on the bed as Ava crawled to the top of the bed. Once Ava was settled underneath the covers, Jay sat next to her and started reading to her. Ava was 100% a daddy’s girl and Jay knew it and loved it.

While Jay was doing Ava’s bedtime routine, you had cleaned up the living room which had toys all over the floor then you had moved on to the kitchen which had dished piled high. After finishing the dishes, you headed upstairs to check on Jay and Ava. As you stopped outside of Ava’s bedroom, you leaned against the doorframe with your arms against your chest as you saw Jay laying the bed with Ava reading her a bedtime story. Ava was curled up against Jay’s side as he quietly read her favorite book. Jay was an amazing dad and husband, and you couldn’t imagine your life without him. After watching Jay for a few more seconds, you pushed yourself away from the doorframe and headed into the bedroom you shared with Jay. You headed into the bathroom, stripped out of your scrubs, and changed into a pair of shorts along with one of Jay’s old shirts.

You exited the bathroom to see Jay walking into the bedroom. “Oh, yeah. She not daddy’s little princess.” You smirked to yourself as Jay closed the door behind him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jay placed the baby monitor on top of the dresser before coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “No need to be jealous. Like I said earlier, your still my number girl.” Jay whispered.

“I’m not jealous of a three-year-old.” You leaned back in his arms just as Jay placed a soft kiss on the back of your head.

“So, I had an interesting conversation with our daughter today.” Jay unwrapped his arms from your waist, before stripping out of his flannel shirt.

“Well, any conversation with Ava is interesting.” You chuckled as you sat down on the edge of the bed while watching Jay empty his pockets onto the top of the dresser.

“Oh, well this one was very interesting.” Once Jay finished empty his pockets, he turned to face you. “She wants a sibling.”

“Oh.” Honestly, you weren’t shocked that Ava wants a sibling, she was an only child, and she has mentioned it a few times before. The truth was you have been thinking about having more kids lately, you just haven’t had the chance to talk to Jay about it, but maybe now was the perfect time.

“Oh? That all you got?” Jay crossed his arms against his chest while raising an eyebrow at you.

“Well,” you paused for a moment trying to gather your thoughts. “Maybe it’s time.”

“Are you saying what I think you're saying?” Jay uncrossed his arms while sitting down next to you.

You turned to face Jay while sitting crisscross. “Honestly, I have been thinking about it a lot recently and I know we haven’t talked about it in a while and-”

“I want another one, too.” Jay reached over your lap and grab your hand. “You know I love both you and Ava more than anything and I would love nothing more than to expand our family.”

A smile grew on your face before reaching over with your free hand and cupped his face. “So, we are doing this then?”

“Yeah, we are.” Jay leaned forward and softly collide his lips with yours. You smiled through the kiss as you wrapped your arm around his neck and uncrossed your legs in the process. You continued kissing him hungrily wanting more. His hands made their way to your waist and pulled you onto his lap. You wrapped your one arm around his neck while the other arm gripped his upper arm.

“I love you.” You whispered against his lips as you slightly pulled away.

“I love you more,” Jay whispered back before reconnecting his lips to yours.

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A good one

Fandom: Chicago PD

Characters: Jay Halstead x FemReader / OC Olivia

Warnings: fluffy/ slight swearing

Word count: 610

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A/N: Hey hey, beautiful readers. Here is a request from @onechicagolovr Based on the song 'The Good Ones' by Gabby Barrett

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You knew he was different from the first time you interacted with him. Meeting by your friend Kim, who is on the same unit as your boyfriend. And quite frankly you had given up on love, plus you had other responsibilities that not many people would accept. But he was unique in his own way a truly loving soul and tonight proved it, yet again.

Almost 10 pm and your 2-year-old daughter Olivia or Livy was not in the mood to sleep. You had been bouncing her in your arms and signing softly but she is stubborn so of course, not working. -God, sleep is glorious, why don’t you wanna sleep?- you thought to yourself

“Please Livy, I really need a break” you whispered as she cried her little eyes out your were getting tired and frustrated.

Just as you were about to call it quits the front door of your house opened making you sigh in relief as Jay walked in a bouquet of flowers on his hand, walking over to you kissing you softly.

“Hi beautiful. Hey- what’s wrong?” his happy expression morphed into concern as he saw your teared up eyes still bouncing Livy as she started crying again.

“I need to tap out. Please” you whispered trying not to cry, but it was frustrating and kind of heart breaking to not be able to get your baby to sleep.

Jay immediately understood nodding his head and taking Livy from your arms. As started biting your nails nervously tears now rolling down your cheeks. Livy had tucked her face in his chest and snacking her little arms around his neck and you were grateful. So, so grateful that this man had taken the role of a father even though his blood didn’t run through her veins.  

“Babe don’t cry” he said softly furrowing his eyebrows as his hand came to caress your cheekbone. He’s a good one for sure, which made you want to cry even more.

“I’m trying…I’m trying really hard” you breath out as you brushed the tears

“I know honey. Hey- I got her. Don’t worry. Take a breather” with that you went to the kitchen.

You busied yourself putting the dishes away. Not knowing how much time had passed when you only heard silence so you made your way back to the living room, confused. It was empty. As you were about to call for Jay a muffled voice and a set of giggles was heard from Livy’s room.

Coming to stand on the doorway your heart melted at the sight in front of you. Livy was fighting against sleep but it was clear sleep was winning. You chuckled into your hand as quietly as you could,

“My little angel” Jay said, loving eyes as he rested his head slightly on top of hers rocking her side to side

“Da-da” your heart stopped as you heard what your daughter had blabbered to Jay before she succumbed to sleep. You quietly looked at Jay, he hadn’t moved he only could beam.

“God, you’re killing me” he whispered before putting her in her crib pulling her blankie towards her. Pushing yourself off the doorframe you walked towards his hunched figure as he towered over Livy’s resting form. Wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing his shoulder blade which made Jay sigh draping his arms on top of yours while you both looked down at the little angel.

“God I love her. I’m so fucking grateful” he said in between chuckles, his gaze still locked on Livy as he smiled.

“She loves you more than you think, Jay. I love you” “I love you both”

[ikleesfiction]

Miss Americana

Fandom : Crossover Hawaii Five-0 x Chicago PD TV Word count : 5,610 words Pairing : Steve McGarrett x Danny Williams; Jay Halstead x reader

Summary :  You met Williams-McGarrett family in Los Angeles and they introduced you to Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. Your boyfriend, Jay Halstead, doesn't know anything about this. Yet.

Author's note :

This is the fourth one shot of "Will you follow through if I fall for you" fic continuation. It would be better if you read it first. But if you don't, here's the quick summary.

This happened after I listened to a few podcasts (1  🞂  2  🞂 3) of Scott Caan and Alex O'Loughlin, passionately talking about Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. 

This fic does not comply to the canon of Hawaii Five-0 or Chicago PD. So if you don't follow one of the other, it should not be a hindrance, I think. Here's hoping that I'm right.

Disclaimer

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"Would you like another cup of coffee?

You look up from the book in your hand to the waiter addressing you.

"Oh, I would love to. But it's already my fourth cup of the day," You grimace at him. "Maybe I'll take a bottle of water, please? Cold, if you have one."

The waiter grins at you, "Sure thing," then leave with your empty cup of coffee.

You are supposed to meet your friend, Tim, at his house on The Bird Streets to work on a song. However, he got a sudden appointment and asked you to wait for his call to reschedule. So here you are, sitting at a Cafe/Bistro somewhere in Los Angeles, drinking too much coffee.

You check your watch and your phone. It's almost lunchtime, but your phone is still showing nothing. Alright then, you thought to yourself, back to the book. Your eyes immediately find the last paragraph you read on Astrophysics for People in a Hurry.

Five pages later, the waiter puts a bottle of water on your table, "Here it is. You sure you don't want another cup of coffee?" He jokes with you.

You laugh in response, "No, really, thank you."

The waiter leaves with a smile and turns to the table across from yours. That's when you notice somebody's sitting there.

"Good afternoon. Only for two?" The waiter lays two menu cards on the table.

"Four. My husband and daughter are parking the car." The man answers him with a smile. He has a little boy sitting next to him. His son, you guess, since both of them have blond hair. Their noses look similar too.

"Danno, can I have ice cream for lunch?" The boy begs his father, pointing at one of the delightful pictures on the card.

"Hmm, maybe." The father hums his reply. He exchanges a knowing glance with the waiter.

"Do you want anything to drink while you're waiting?"

"Soda!" The boy yells from his chair, who laughs at his father's glare.

"How about two glasses of orange juice?" The father checks to his son before confirming it with the waitress.

"Okay, be right back with your drinks."

After the waiter leaves, the boy begins to prattle about everything to his father. About giraffes at the zoo ("They are so tall like Dad!"), about his favorite ice cream flavors ("Cookie Dough. But I like Kame's shave ice better, Danno"), about swimming at Venice Beach ("There's a lot of people there, Danno. I like our beach more")

The boy doesn't even look like he needs to breathe. You can't help but let out a chuckle. His father looks up at you and shares a grin. "That's great, Charlie," He comments to his son.

You let their conversation become a white noise while you read your book.

At your periphery, you see someone passes by. However, you don't expect a hand to suddenly sneak your phone from the table. Your hand instantly grabs that wrist, trying to stop it from stealing your phone. But the thief forcefully pulls his hand out of your reach and moves away.

Unfortunately for the thief, he runs straight to the father at your neighboring table. The man has no problem flipping the thief over and pushes him to their table. When the thief squirms away from his clutch, the man lifts the thief's elbow high up and turns it behind his back in a very painful lock. The unpleasant sound coming out of the thief's mouth proves how excruciating it is.

The man's eyes wander. Many shocked faces are staring at him, including yours. "It's okay, I'm a cop," He explains.

In contrast to the crowd, the boy looks at his father in awe, gleefully clapping his hands.

"Charlie, why are you clapping? You're not supposed to clap at this. Oh my god, you are just like your father! Happy to see any aggression," The man rants as he takes out a cable tie from his trousers' pocket. You don't even know why he got cable ties in his pocket. He efficiently ties the perp's hands behind his back and forces him to sit.

Only then, the man addresses the crowd again, "Has anyone called 9-1-1?"

"I did. The police are on the way," One of the cafe's staff squeaks from the door, with a phone still in her hand.

"Excellent! Did you hear that? Your ride would be here soon," The man tightly squeezes the thief's shoulders. The thief could only reply with an agonized grunt.

Everybody else resumes their activities with a sporadic look to their table.

The boy picks up the stolen phone from the floor. It fell near his foot during the short scuffle. "Danno," He hands your phone over to his father.

"Ah, thanks, Charlie," The man ruffles the kid's hair and kisses the top of his head.

"I believe this is yours?" The man returns the phone to you. "Hope it's still working?" He cringes at the spiderweb marks on the phone screen.

"Thanks. Probably not. But it's alright." You smile at the man and offer to shake his hand, "Y/N Y/LN, thanks again for helping me,"

The man takes your hand, "Hey, no big deal. Danny Williams. And this is my son, Charlie," Danny brings Charlie in front of him. You extend your hand to Charlie as well.

All of a sudden, you hear voices yelling from behind you. "Danno! Charlie!"

You look back to see a tall, dark, imposing man and a beautiful teenage girl rushing in your direction. Charlie shouts back at them, "Daddy! Gracie!"

So you guess they must be Danny's husband and daughter.

This new man drops down to Charlie's level and checks on him, trying to see if he's injured. "Are you okay? Charlie?"

"Dad! Dad! Danno was soooo cool! He pushing and then flipping and then that man went aaargh!" Charlie re-tells the scene to his father, holding his elbow behind his back to show him.

Couldn't really understand his son's story, the man asks his husband to elaborate, "Danny, what's happening here? Why are you arresting this man?"

"I'm not arresting anybody, Steve. We don't have jurisdiction to make an arrest, you know? Since we are in LA, not Hawaii? I'm just holding this man until LAPD shows up," Danny clarifies to his husband, Steve.

"But why?" Steve is still confused.

"This guy here, what's your name?" Danny barks at the thief. But his mouth stays glued. "Really? Would you prefer my ex-SEAL here asking you the question?" Danny gestures in Steve's direction.

Steve stands tall. His hands are folded in front of his chest. His biceps bulge in his tight t-shirt. The thief's face turns green, looking fearful. Steve's scowl was probably not helping either.

"Danny?? What's going on here?" Steve begins to lose his patience.

"What?? It's no big deal, babe!" Danny yells back at Steve. "This guy here tried to nick this woman's phone. I'm just helping her," Danny motions in your direction.

"Y/N, here's my husband, Steve McGarrett, and our daughter, Grace," Danny continues to introduce you to his family. You shake their hands and exchanging simple pleasantries.

"As I said, I just helped Y/N to get her phone back. Now we are waiting for LAPD," Danny ends his explanation.

Shortly a police car comes, and two officers quickly take their statements. Initially, the police officers are bemused to find the thief already sat with his hands tied behind his back. After Danny explains that he is a Detective from Honolulu PD and how he prevented the attempted theft, the police officers understand the situation. They ask if you'd like to press charges on Tom Norris, that's the thief's name according to his ID. Considering you're not hurt, you decline on pressing charges. The police are gone with the thief sooner than you expected.

"Can I treat you lunch for your trouble? Shoot! A super late lunch?" You corrected after checking your watch.

"Hey, don't worry, it's no trouble at all," Danny says to you with a big smile.

"No, no, seriously. You guys were on holiday, I guess. But still bothered to help me. Lunch is the least I can do."

Before long, they arrange to get a table for five and talk a lot during the meal.

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"So you guys are from Hawaii? That's nice!" You tell the family.

"See, Danno? That's what you're supposed to say about Hawaii. You're the only one who describes Hawaii as a pineapple-infested hell hole," laments Steve to his husband.

"I'm just telling the truth, babe. How about you, Y/N? Where are you from?" Danny tries to find out.

"Originally from The Netherlands, Amsterdam. But I moved to Chicago last year," You reply.

"Now that, Steve, is a city that would appreciate seasonal changes," Danny nods his approval of Chicago.

"Only you, Danno, who whines about constant sunshine." Steve grumbles.

Grace and Charlie don't react much to their parents' bickering. Too used to their silliness. But you still find it quite funny.

"So you guys are here for vacation?" You ask the family.

"Kind of. We are on holiday. Also, we are visiting the colleges here for Grace, who will graduate high school next year," Steve throws his right arm around Grace's shoulder.

"Yes, we are on an excursion to prove to Grace that LA universities are not better than the University of Hawaii," Danny quips from Steve's left.

Grace whines at his father, "Danno..."

"Danny here doesn't want his children to be far away from him," Steve enlightens you. "But I think going to school in LA would be better than The Netherlands. Wouldn't it, babe?" Steve winks at Grace.

"Do not joke about that, Steven!" Danny elbows his husband hard.

Grace looks thoughtful for a moment, "Y/N, did you go to college in the Netherlands? What do you think my chance to study there?"

"Gracie, can I come with you to This Otherlands?" Charlie innocently chirps to his sister.

Steve is laughing so loud, even after Danny punches his arm.

"What about you, Y/N? What are you doing in LA? Are you on vacation too?" Danny questions you after the laughter receded.

"I'm here for work. Most of the time, I'd do it remotely from Chicago. But sometimes I have to make the trip here or to Amsterdam," You tell them.

"What do you do?"

"I'm a music producer," You give a simple answer.

"What instruments do you play?" Steve is curious. "Guitar?"

"Mostly piano and synthesizer. I do play guitar, but I'm just an okay guitar player. I wish I could play better,"

"Dad plays guitar too!" Charlie happily declares as he points at Steve.

You cheer at Charlie's enthusiasm, "Does he? That's great!"

"Yeah, he plays very well. Maybe Dad can teach you to play better," Charlie directs you.

"Oh, yes, that would be awesome," You wholeheartedly agree with Charlie, as the rest of the table laughing at the idea of Steve teaches music.

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"Danny, I was wondering if you could explain something to me," You turn to the man.

"Shoot," Danny nods as he puts down his juice glass.

"The arm lock that you did to the thief. Where did you learn that? Did Steve teach you that?" You ask him, genuinely want to know.

"Well, even though Steve here was the Navy SEAL," Danny glares at his husband, who replies with a smirk, "I have been working as a cop for more than 20 years now. I know some moves too,"

"But that's not a cop's move," You contradict him.

"How do you know any cop's moves?" Danny confronts you back.

"My boyfriend is a cop in Chicago," You give Danny a sheepish smile.

"Ah, I see. Did your boyfriend teach you self-defense?"

"He did. I'm nowhere near good as Jay. But it's a start," You answer Danny.

"Of course. If he's not good at it, then he's not a good cop," Danny comments without sounding too arrogant.

"Jay also taught me about guns. Personally, I don't like it, but he needs me to know about it, especially gun safety. So..." You shrug.

Danny nods his understanding, "Yeah. Be glad that he doesn't bring home grenades or other explosives," Danny gives Steve a stink eye. "Unlike some Super!SEAL here,"

Steve is immune to that look. It doesn't seem to affect him anymore.

You smile at their interaction, "Jay was an Army Ranger. After he came back, he went to Police Academy,"

"Really?" Steve looks interested.

"Oh, here we go," Danny sighs at his husband.

Steve grins but decides not to comment on it any further. He goes praising Danny instead.

"But Danny is being too modest here. He is a great fighter. Sometimes he's even better than me. Which lots of people find it surprising, considering I was a SEAL,"

"and don't you forget it, babe," Danny smirks at Steve, who returns it with a chaste kiss.

You sigh internally. Looking at the lovely couple made you miss your boyfriend, Jay.

"In all seriousness," Danny begins, "I practiced Jiu-Jitsu since high school. That's where the moves come from," He pauses to sip on his drink.

"I got my Blue Belt when I entered The Police Academy. For me, I think, I learned how to fight better in Jiu-Jitsu than what they taught us there," Danny continues.

"Do you also teach it to Grace and Charlie?" You ask the parents.

"Yeah. Danny taught them both as early as possible. Grace already got her Yellow Belt when we first met. Now she is working for her Purple Belt," Steve brags. Danny also looks so proud. Grace, though, tries so hard not to roll her eyes at her parents.

"Me too! I will get my Yellow Belt soon! Right, Danno?" Charlie exclaims.

"Of course you are kiddo. After that, you surely can beat your Dad here," Danny ruffles Charlie's hair. Steve offers his palm for a high five, but Charlie punches it instead. He giggles when Steve is faking to be hurt by Charlie's tiny fist.

"Do you think I could learn it too?" You inquire to Danny.

Danny and Steve look at each other. You're waiting for their answer, hoping that they will agree.

Before they decide anything, Grace interrupts, "We can go check out the place that Sensei Egan told us, Danno."

"Yeah, that's a great idea," Steve agrees to his daughter's suggestion. "We can check that dojo for Grace, meeting the instructor. Maybe could show some moves too for y/n,"

"Okay then. Grace, share the dojo address with y/n. We can meet you there tomorrow morning, what do you say, y/n?" Danny asks you.

You're supposed to fly back to Chicago next afternoon, but what the hell, you are very interested in this offer. "Yes, sure. If you don't mind me crashing your holiday plan again?"

"No, not at all. We need to check out that place anyway." Steve waves off your worry.

Grace passes her phone to you. "You can puy your number there. I will forward you the address,"

You tap your number to Grace's phone before groaning when you remember that your phone is dead. "Could you e-mail me instead? I don't think I could replace my phone soon,"

Danny doesn't even try to hold his laugh at your poor luck.

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The next day, you take an Uber to the gym. No, it's The Dojo. You correct yourself. When you step in, Charlie is shouting at you from across the room. "Y/N!" Standing next to his sister, Charlie crazily waves at you, worried that you could not see him.

You remove your shoes, placed them accordingly at the remarked spot. Walking towards Charlie and Grace, you see the Williams-McGarrett clan wear similar outfits with other people in The Dojo. The only differences between them are their belts. Danny wears a Black Belt with a red stripe, while Steve wears a Brown Belt. Grace has Blue Belt, and Charlie has a White one. Knowing that you will do some workout, you wear a black t-shirt and training pants. Definitely a contrast in a room full of jiu-jitsu outfits.

Danny and Steve are talking to a guy on the other side of the room. This guy has a Black Belt with more stripes than Danny's, indicating that he is the instructor here.

"Hey, guys. Good morning," You greet Grace and Charlie. They reply with a big smile.

"Just out of interest, do you guys always bring your uniform on your holiday?" You gesture to Grace's clothes.

Grace laughs at your question, "It is called Gi. Yes, we are always bringing them along on holiday," She laughs again at your shocked face. "No, I'm joking. It's because we know we will visit this dojo, so we have our Gi with us,"

Soon Danny and Steve come over to your side. "Hi, y/n. So I talked to Sensei Marcus there," Danny gestures to the guy he spoke to. "We are going to follow their training for today. You can watch from the side if you're not sure you want to do it. The first hour would be the class for Kids and Teens,"

You see Grace and Charlie lining up in the center of the room with other children. They seem to be divided by belts instead of age.

"The next hour would be the adult class," Danny pauses for a moment. "If you want my suggestion, I encourage you to join the Teens class. I hope you don't feel insulted by that."

You chuckle at his words, "Not at all. I understand,"

"If it's too much, don't hesitate to stop and move aside. Everyone will understand," Steve adds.

You exhale softly, readying yourself, "Okay," before joining the line.

The first fifteen minutes, they start with stretching. So far, you have no problems with it. You practice Yoga for the last few years. You know how to stretch.

The next one, they teach you how to fall correctly. Which turns out to be a hard thing to do. At first, an instructor's assistant helps you. After a few moments, she moves away to help others. But you're still not doing it right. So Danny pulls you aside and teaches you privately for the rest of the hour.

You fall so many times until it tired you out. You cannot even get up from the mat. Your shoulders would have been bruised with so many times you landed incorrectly.

"Still interested to learn this?" Danny grabs your hand to help you get up.

Even though the lesson exhausts you, you feel great. You learn a lot, even from doing the same thing over and over again. "Hell yeah!" You grin at Danny.

"Crazy woman!" Danny pats your shoulders. Right where it hurts the most. You can't help but flinch away.

"Hurt, wasn't it? Why don't you go sit down on the outside of the mat with Charlie?"

Charlie sits on one side of the mat, a bottle of water in his hand. He is watching Grace, who has her hands on Steve's Gi, trying to throw Steve down.

Danny silently pays attention to his husband and daughter on the mat. But you can see his hands slightly move as if he's the one sparring.

Shortly, Grace has a chance to push Steve. Steve lost his balance for a moment before countering her attack. Grace would've fallen down hard if Steve didn't hanging to Grace's Gi so tight to slow her fall.

"That's great, Grace," Steve says to his daughter as he helps her up. They bow to each other to end the spar. Danny is clapping from outside the mat, "Good job, Monkey,"

Of course, you and Charlie follow Danny's example to cheer for Grace.

You still sit on the side of the mat, now also accompanied by Grace. You watch the next class practice, where Danny and Steve spar with other students for about an hour.

After the class is done, Steve taps on Danny's shoulder, "Danny, could you help me with this move?" He nods in the direction of the mat.

Danny responds with rolling eyes at his husband's antics.

Grace runs commentary in the background, "Dad didn't actually need help from Danno. However, you're not allowed to ask a higher belt to spar with. It's a sign of disrespect. But Dad and Danno often work differently between each other,"

You see Danny and Steve taking place at a ready position. It takes time before anybody falls, or one locks each other. They move fluidly. When one throws the other, they quickly bring them down along then keep them in a lock. The locks are soon countered, and they back up again. The great thing is they look like they enjoy sparring with each other. They share a laugh whenever someone throws the other or someone holds the other in a lock. You find that very interesting.

The sparring ends when Danny makes a grappling move that Steve cannot counter, so he has to tap out.

After the sparring, Steve sits back with you and his kids while Danny goes over to Sensei Marcus. Steve asks your opinion about Jiu-Jitsu, whether you're still interested to learn it.

"Very much, yeah. The first thing I will do once I'm back in Chicago is to find a Dojo," You excitedly tell Steve.

"Well, lucky for you, Sensei Marcus here knows a lot of Jiu-Jitsu instructors," All of a sudden, Danny joins your conversation. Sensei Marcus stands beside him.

"Sure, if you want to keep learning Jiu-Jitsu, I will give you some references of my fellows in Chicago," Marcus informs you.

"That would be awesome!"

Marcus shakes your hand, "Good luck!" and moves to shake hands with the rest of the Williams-McGarrett family. "Thanks for visiting our dojo. Please come again whenever you're in LA,"

They all look tired, but their smiles beam as bright as Hawaiian sunshine.

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Two weeks later, in Chicago,

You see your boyfriend's truck parked in front of your house as you walk home from the bus stop. You walk much slower than you used to. Your body is hurting all over the place, but you feel elated.

The day after you came home from Los Angeles, Jay was caught in a hard case. He had to fly out to New York and liaised with NYPD SVU to solve it.

You missed him a lot, for sure. Jay called you whenever he could for these past two weeks. Texted you every day too. But you have not got the chance to tell Jay about your new interest in Jiu-Jitsu.

After your last trip to LA, you promptly checked out the Dojo that Sensei Marcus referred to you. You were thrilled to find out that it's only fifteen minutes bus ride from your house.

You met with one of the instructors there and asked for a private class. Because that's what Danny advised you to do. "After you have a better understanding of the lessons, then I want you to go train with other people at the dojo. But for the first five or six months, you might've been better with one-on-one lessons,"

The instructor, Professor Louisa, is delighted to provide. You work on a schedule three to four times a week. The professor initially suggested only two meets in a week. But considering your occasional trip abroad for work, you prefer to do more lessons when you're in town.

This is the third week you've been learning jiu-jitsu in Chicago. Scraps and bruises are inevitable. Jay would freak out if he saw them before you could explain to him.

Jay's flight back from New York landed about two hours ago. He must've been coming directly to your place from the O'Hare. The house smells amazing when you enter the room. Following your nose leads you to the kitchen. You find your boyfriend pulling out what seems to be garlic bread from the oven, "Hey, babe. You're back!"

"Hey, you! Perfect timing!" Jay secures the tray aside before stepping closer to you. He puts one hand on your waist, the other one on your back. Moving even closer to kiss you.

His passion makes you forget your bruises for a moment. When Jay pushes you playfully, your shoulder hits the nearest wall. You instantly cry out in pain. "Argh!"

"What's wrong?" Jay stops everything he's doing to you right away.

"Nothing, I just got some bruises," You rub the pain from your shoulder.

"How come?" Jay begins to take off your t-shirt to check on the bruises, but you move away from his grasp.

"Hold on. Let me take a shower. I must've been rank from sweat. Then I'll tell you everything," You kiss Jay one more time before going to the bedroom.

As you eat the pasta primavera that Jay made, you ask him about his case in New York, "How was it?"

"It's done. We did what we have to do,"

Not interested in talking about his case, Jay interrogates you instead, "So, where did you get the bruise? I swear, I only left the city for two weeks, and you're already in trouble," Jay shakes his head.

"I'm not! I just joined this gym. Dojo, I meant. I'm taking Jiu-Jitsu lessons!" You cheerfully tell Jay.

"You what?" Jay pauses from drinking his wine.

So you told Jay the whole story. About how someone tried to snatch your phone when you're in LA. How you met the Williams-McGarrett family from Hawaii. How they got you into jiu-jitsu.

"It's so fun, Jay. Yeah, sure, I got bruises and scraps. But whenever I got stuck with my work, I go have a practice at the dojo, and then I come home feeling energized," You confess to your boyfriend.

"Really?" Jay looks at you, disbelieving.

"Uhuh," You nod as you swallow your spaghetti. "You know what, you should come and see the dojo. It might interest you too,"

"I know about martial arts, babe. I taught you how to punch, remember?" Jay reminds you.

"Yes, you did," You say in giggles, "Professor Louisa said she won't teach me how to punch,"

"Of course, Jiu-jitsu has a different approach than other martial art, say karate. Or boxing," Jay puts down his fork on the empty plate. "You sure you enjoy it?"

You hold Jay's hand and look into his eyes, "I am. This is something I want to do seriously, Jay. I admit part of it comes from you and your job. Like you always said, I need to be able to defend myself. Because you think I could get drag into your case one day,"

Jay puts his other hand on top of yours, looking somehow regretful, "Babe..."

"No, no. But I also do this for myself. Even though my body hurts, I feel great about myself. I feel more confident. It's really inspiring,"

Jay brings your hand to his lips, "Okay then, as long as you're happy with it. But I'm still going to take you to the gun range,"

You roll your eyes in response, "Of course, you will,"

◢◤

A week later, Jay walks up to The Dojo on the second floor. Someone greets him at the entrance, "Hey, man. Can I help you?"

"I suppose to pick up my girlfriend. She is training with..." Jay tries to remember the instructor's name. "Louisa?"

"Ah, yes, Professor Louisa. You must be y/n's boyfriend. I'm Professor Andy, the head of this dojo," The man offers his hand.

"Jay Halstead," Jay shakes Andy's hand.

"I think she will finish in ten minutes. You wanna see her practice?"

"Sure. If it would not be disturbing?" Jay hesitates.

"Not at all. Y/n is the only one in there right now," Andy directs Jay inside the dojo. He asks Jay to remove his shoes before stepping into the room.

Jay watches his girlfriend silently. He winces a couple times when you fall down. But he is amazed to see you immediately stand up again.

"She's resilient, your woman is,"

Jay chuckles at Andy's remark, "Yes, she is,"

Shortly after you bow to your instructor, you see Jay standing on the side with Professor Andy.

You walk towards them with a smile, "I see you met my boyfriend, Prof,"

"I did, yeah," Andy nods. "I don't think Jay would be interested in jiu-jitsu, though," He comments.

"Correction, I'm not interested to see you got thrown down repeatedly," Jay points out.

"Hey!" You hit Jay's arms as both Professors laugh at you.

"But that's how we are supposed to learn. If you don't know how to fall, you won't get back up again," Louisa says serenely.

Andy hums his agreement before ushering you out. "Alright, get out of here, you lovebird,"

When you're in the locker room, changing your Gi, Jay approaches Andy again. But before Jay could say anything, Andy hands a leaflet to him.

"Y/N told me you're a police officer. You might be interested in these classes,"

Jay takes it with a laugh, "Thanks, man. I'll check it out," He puts the leaflet on his jacket pocket and pulls out his card.

"If anything happens when Y/N is here. Or if you need anything I can help with, please give me a call," Jay sounds solemn.

Andy takes the card, "Don't worry, man. We take good care of our students here,"

"I know," Jay nods.

Soon you come out with a gym bag on your shoulder. "See you next week, Prof!"

Andy waves to the couple, "Bye, y/n. See you again, Jay!"

◢◤

Two years later,

You step out of the record store in Pilsen empty-handed, failing to find the vinyl you're looking for. You start walking west to the bus stop when you hear a commotion ahead.

You see a guy pushing people out of his way. He keeps looking behind his back like he's running from something.

"Police! Get out of the way!" You hear other voices shouting.

So this guy seems to be running from the police, you thought to yourself.

The man tries to shove you aside, but your reflex is much better. Your hands instantly grab the front of his shirt. When he tries to push you away, your right foot finds his inner left calf and sweeps him down.

When he tries to move away from your grasp, you lean down and grip his right wrist tightly with your right hand. You put your right elbow beside his right ear while your left elbow is placed underneath his elbow. Your left-hand moves to hold your right wrist from below his right hand. His arm is essentially locked when your left bicep snugs against his right tricep. You raise your elbow slightly from the surface. The more he wiggles his way out, the higher you raise his elbow from the surface, the more painful the lock is.

You hear an impressed whistle from above. When you look up, you find Jay and Hailey standing in front of you. Jay gets a huge grin on his face while Hailey is sporting a shocked look.

"Nice takedown, babe," Jay compliments you.

"Thanks. You might wanna take over from here, though," You say to your boyfriend as you hear few more steps rushing towards you.

You loosen the lock after you are sure Jay gets his hand on the perp. He grabs the suspect up from the floor and pushes him towards the wall.

You find a hand extends in front of your face, offering to help you stand up. You look up to see it was Hailey. You take her hand with a soft thanks.

Once you're back on your feet, you look around to see the other members of the Intelligence Unit staring at you. Adam, Kim, and Kevin are mirroring Hailey's initial look of surprise. Jay's boss, Hank Voight, looks impassive as always. But you catch an amused twitch at one corner of his lips.

"Man, at least give me time to feel my hand again! That bitch could break my arm, you know!" you hear the perp complaining when Jay prepares to cuff him.

Without saying anything in response, Jay folds the perp's wrist inside. The perp yells even louder because of the wristlock.

Kevin moves to take the man away from Jay before any further damage could happen. He ushers the perp right away to a nearby cop car.

Jay turns to check on his girlfriend, "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good." You nod back at him.

"I didn't know you could do that, Y/N," Hailey tells you. "You never tell me that your girlfriend practiced any martial arts," She continues to slap Jay's shoulder.

You answer with a sheepish smile, "It's kinda new,"

"Blue Belt in Jiu-Jitsu is not "kinda new" babe," Jay elbows you playfully.

The team boss pats your shoulder once before walking back to his car, "Good job, Y/LN,"

Kim, who's partnered up with Voight today, quickly follows. But not before inviting you for drinks, "You have to tell me all about this over drinks!"

"See? Even Voight agrees. We'll make a cop-out of you soon, Y/N," Adam offers his fistbump to you.

You meet his with your fistbump but shake your head, laughing, "Not in a million years, Ruzek,"

He only replies with his laugh and walks towards Kevin and the perp.

Jay puts his arm around your shoulders with a huge smile, "C'mon, Kev and Ruz can take care of the perp for a while. Hailey and I will drop you home."