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deanstead · 2 years ago

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Model Husband

Pairing: Connor Rhodes x Reader

Requested: yes, by @lelaartt

Summary: Stressful day, but at least there's Connor.

Word Count: 819

Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship, mentions of death

A/N: I know I haven't posted in a while, but this has been sitting in my drafts for... forever lol. Please bear with me, this semester is kinda crazed.

CONNOR RHODES MASTERLIST

It had been a long day. A long draining day and Connor was just looking forward to seeing you and having a quiet night together.

Figuring he’d check if you were ready, Connor left the doctor’s lounge still in his white coat, taking the lift right up to the ICU.

As he stepped in, he caught sight of you immediately, running towards one of the rooms where there was an obvious code blue, a rush of staff heading towards the room.

Connor stood to the side against an empty side of the station, quietly watching as you worked quickly to assist the doctor standing next to you.

It must have been a tough day for you too, Connor caught himself thinking as his eyes followed you. Anyone else would have missed it - the slight droop in your shoulders, or the way you stood telling him you had that persistent ache at that one point on your shoulders that kept coming back to haunt you.

Connor looked down as he picked up on the sounds of “Clear!” from the doctor that was working on the patient. But Connor also knew well enough the chances…

He held back an audible sigh as the faint sound of a flat line made its way out to him. Now, the look in your eyes told him he really needed to get you out of there.

You looked up, catching sight of your husband now. Even just seeing him from afar made you want to cry, so you gave him a small smile and he nodded, telling you not to worry and that he’d be right there waiting.

If anyone asked how you’d gotten from the hospital back home, you’d have to ask them to ask Connor.

You were drained, both physically and mentally. The knotted ache in your shoulder that was consistently giving you issues was acting up again, you felt dead on your feet and the ICU had lost three patients today.

You weren’t exactly emotionally attached. You were an experienced enough nurse to handle that well, but even so losing patients was draining no matter what.

“Here.”

Connor handed you a plate and you smiled up at your husband from where you were seated with your legs crossed on the couch.

Like a model husband, Connor had insisted on preparing dinner while you took a hot shower which had definitely made you feel a lot better even though the knot in your shoulder was still there.

“Thanks, babe.” You answered, not realizing how hungry you were until the smell of pasta reached you as you took the plate in your hands.

The both of you ate in mostly silence, but Connor sat close by and that in itself made you feel better and you glanced at your husband, who returned you a smile.

Connor took the empty plate out of your hands and you frowned.

“You already cooked.”

Connor shook his head. “Just fulfilling my husband duties.”

“I knew I married you for a reason.” You announced in a sort of teasing fashion that would have been more convincing if you weren’t so exhausted.

Connor just smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head before you heard him patter off to the kitchen, flipping on the stereo on his way.

Music was now playing softly in the apartment and you closed your eyes for a while, the faint sound of running water from the kitchen mixing together with the soft music tones. This was the kind of evening you needed, especially today.

You opened your eyes again when you felt Connor’s hands touch your shoulder from behind you and you glanced up at him.

“What’s going on?” You asked with a smile. “Is today a special day I don’t know about?”

The words were barely out of your mouth before your brain started working, trying to figure out if you had forgotten a date or something.

Connor shook his head. “Relax. The ache’s been bothering you today, hasn’t it?”

You felt his thumb press firmly against the knot, and you exhaled, the stress seeming to leave your body almost instantaneously.

You closed your eyes, feeling Connor’s fingers seemingly press out all the negative feelings and stress from the day.

Angling your head upwards again, you reached up for his hand. “You must be tired too, come here.”

“You sure?”

You smiled, tugging gently so that Connor would make his way back around to the front of the couch and next to you.

“This is the best way you can help me recharge.” You said, fitting yourself right into his arms , both of you sprawled on the couch.

Connor smiled, his arms looping around your body. “Me too.”

You chuckled, resting the back of your head against his chest, feeling the edges of Connor’s stubble against your temple and knowing this was the perfect way to end a stressful day.

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sheetsonfire · 2 years ago

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The Wrong Door

Fandom: Chicago PD

Pairing: Jay Halstead x GN Reader

Genre: Humour, fluff, romance

Word Count: 3643

Summary: The reader opens the wrong door after a night out, but it turns out it actually might be exactly the one they should have opened.

A/N: Part of @resanoona's #resa.3kfiestabingo. This fic fills the "Woke Up Next To Each Other" square. Thank you so much, Resa, for your input on this one, it finally got me to the finish line!

“Are you seriously going to try and hike in…” Stella pauses as she drunkenly squints at her phone, “In… 4 hours?” Her eyes are impossibly wide, brows the highest they can go, seemingly mind-blown that you could even think about hiking right now.

“Stellllaaaa, you’re not helping, I promised Jay we could go. He’s been needing this, and who am I if not a very very very good friend?” You shrug, huffing out a laugh as you realise just how drunk you’d gotten, the cold night air now letting it hit you.

Stella snorts, wrapping you up in a hug as she pouts affectionately, suddenly deciding she wanted to hold your face. “You are a very very very good friend.” She repeats back, breaking out into a fit of her own giggles as she practically throws you back into her embrace. You wrap your arms around each other, swaying together as the other bar-goers spill out for closing.

You feel the alcohol weigh your legs down as you drunkenly pace the sidewalk, clutching to your companion as you wait for the taxi that you and Stella had booked.

Matt had already picked up Sylvie, but you and Ms Kidd hadn't been ready to say goodnight to the party. Kelly was out of town at a firefighting conference with the chief, so your list of available drivers had been shortened significantly.

You dared not call Jay, not when you had been so enthusiastic about the hike. He had been drowning in caseloads the past month, and with it finally letting up some time out at Starved Rock - a state park not too far outside Chicago - was the answer. Fresh air, the wilderness, open water and a way to let all of that stress go.

Even more importantly, you had been rooming with Jay since your apartment got flooded months ago, and making sure he got some clear headspace was the least you could do.

The last thing you were going to do was let him know you’d made a mistake, if there was still hope of you bullshitting your way through the day, albeit extremely hungover, you’d chance it.

As you feel your adrenaline start to dwindle, you see the headlights of the taxi approaching you and Stella, thanking the deities that your ride was finally here.

The sooner you could get to bed, the better. Taking a deep breath, you detach yourself from Stella and climb into the back next to her, both of you letting out groaned laughter, a mix of exhaustion and delirium.

Once you exchange a brief conversation with the driver about your drop-off points you sit back in your seat, letting your whirring mind think about absolutely nothing.

You stroke through Stella’s wild curls, admiring your friend's beautiful face, making her giggle even more. You could be really affectionate when you were drunk. “You gonna be alright at the apartment? You can stay with me and Jay if you like, he’s got a pull-out couch or you could share with me?” You knew Stella could handle herself, but with Kelly being away you wanted to make sure.

“I’m all good, I got the key, I got painkillers and I got a big ass bed to pass out in. S’not my first rodeo… You of all people know that.” Stella gives you a look, alluding to all the time you’d spent together during your time at the fire academy, both studying and enjoying the Chicago nightlife. You had come all the way up together, eventually ending up at the same firehouse, Fifty-One.

“True, that is true.” You nod comically, squeezing Stella in another cuddle as you both sigh.

There’s a beat of silence and then Stella speaks up again, “Y/N?”

“Yeah, Stel’?” You answer quietly.

“You know you’re not gonna be able to hike, right?” You can hear the smile in her voice and you playfully smack her arm.

“Hey, that’s not very ‘best friend’ of you! Why aren’t you hyping me up?” Your face falls into grumpiness, pouting childishly.

“Sweetie, the only thing that would hype you up tomorrow would be a literal bump of cocaine.”

You start laughing again, “Hm, interesting suggestion, not really sure it’s an option given who my roommate is…Ugh, Stella, I’m such an asshole, what am I gonna do?”

“I would take painkillers, load up on some water, pass out, fake illness and hope Jay doesn’t know what time you got in.”

You scrub a hand at your face, you refuse to admit defeat, even though you knew Stella was most likely right.

“Okay, pills, water, pass out, fake a non-alcohol related illness, beg for mercy… I got it.”

Stella rubs your back, glancing out of the taxi as she sees you’ve arrived at Jay’s apartment building. “You got it, babe. Go on, good luck!” She encourages, scooting you out of the taxi as you give the door a firm slam shut, waving and blowing kisses as Stella moves on for home.

It takes you twice the amount of time it should have to make it to Jay’s floor, but eventually you do and as slowly and as quietly as possible you let yourself in, carefully closing and locking the door behind you.

Then, you place your bag by the couch and sit your swaying body on it, unstrapping your shoes and toeing them off as best you can, inching stealthily into the dark of the apartment. Not daring to even turn on a light.

Tip-toeing to the kitchen area for some painkillers and water, effectively taking both of those before stopping off at the bathroom for a pee. Luckily on the back of the bathroom door, your nightshirt is still hanging up, and you’re able to free yourself of your bar clothes, slipping right into the soft and comforting fabric of your tee.

As far as you can tell you’re doing an amazing job at getting to bed without Jay hearing a thing, and you can’t wait to text Stella about your phase one victory. Totally forgetting that you’d left your phone in your bag by the couch.

From the bathroom it’s on to the bedroom, slotting yourself inside and pressing the door carefully shut. Again, you don’t waste time with lights or anything else as you walk to the bed, placing your water on the bedside table without so much as clink or clank. Then, you crawl into bed, burrowing yourself under the covers. You let out a happy little sigh as your body begins to sink, feeling the plush of the pillow and the duvet supporting your body.

“Mhm, toasty.” You murmur to yourself, relishing with surprise that the bed is really warm, a stark contrast from the chill you’d come from.

It’s not even a minute before the exhaustion sets in, the cosiness and security of being home with Jay in the room next door lull you to sleep almost immediately.

Jay wakes up just before his 6 am alarm. Some might baulk at the idea of getting up at 6 am on their weekend off, but Jay had fallen asleep supremely early by his standards, at 10 pm. He was feeling rested and ready to enjoy the sunshine out at Starved Rock with you.

In the layers of fog, before awakeness reaches Jay, he doesn’t clock the warm weight pressed against him, nor the soft huffs of breath tickling his arm. In a tangle of his duvet and the extra blanket at the foot of the bed, it doesn’t quite register that any of the sensations on his skin are human.

He could be forgiven for not being more his usual aware self, it had been a long month, after all.

It’s not until he tries to sit up and wake up properly that he realises something is stopping him. Or rather, someone is stopping him.

“Wha-" He groggily murmurs, turning in his spot to see what was intruding on his personal space.

“Y/N?” He asks your sleeping form, not having been nearly loud enough to wake you. You’re sprawled in your spot in Jay’s bed, snoring softly, hugging loosely at his bicep which you’re using as a pillow. You’re drooling onto his arm, and Jay catches a whiff of the alcohol.

Clearly, you, Sylvie, and Stella had made a whole night of it.

He doesn’t know whether to be annoyed or amused, the overriding emotion still remaining confused. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he notes that it doesn’t feel weird you’re even in the bed at all, only strange due to the fact that it was unexpected.

Jay’s not sure what to do, he can only guess that there was little chance of waking up any time soon, so he opts for trying to extricate himself and go to the kitchen to start breakfast. First, however, he’d have to get out of your grip on him.

He tries several times to let your head fall onto the pillow and pull his arm free, but each time you groan in your sleep and hold him tighter, nuzzling into his arm. It makes him chuckle softly yet slightly nervous, he didn’t want to have to confront you on the predicament. Still in disbelief that you’d somehow come home, got undressed, put a shirt on, and got into his room, into his bed, all without his notice.

There’s one more attempt, a quick pull and slip of the arm is what Jay goes for but he jostles you perhaps too much, his heart quickening as you huff, letting out a disgruntled whine as your bleary eyes peak open to assess the disturbance.

What a nice dream. You think. You liked the dreams where Jay was more affectionate with you. You had been wrestling with your feelings of late.

“Mhm, good morning, handsome.” You mumble, trying to cuddle into him some more.

Except, unlike your dreams, you notice a distinct look of confusion and something akin to alarm when you cuddle Jay. He murmurs your name, trying not to be rude as he frees himself out of your grip.

There’s something about the action that sends adrenaline through you, swallowing hard as nerves thrum wildly. You realise that you’re warm still, Jay’s bare skin brushing yours feels too smooth, too real… too…

Oh god. No. No way.

“Jay?” You utter, much more awake now even with the light of day hurting your eyes, the resounding stab of a headache in your temple.

“Yeah, it’s me.” He answers simply, scratching at his head. He feels like he should get up, but it’s his bed you’re in.

Realisation dawns fast, and in a second you’re up and out of the bed, scrambling to the side of the room near the window, your hands in your face in a mortified fashion.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened I- I thought this was MY room! Oh, Jesus, you must think I’m such a creep.” Your hangover makes your head spin, wincing at the discomfort in your stomach. “Oh god.”

Jay blinks at your outburst, simply watching you, there’s silence.

Then, his whole body is juddering, he presses a hand over his mouth, trying to stifle his laughter but he can’t.

You scowl, now certain he’s not at all offended but rather incredibly amused by your misfortune.

“Alright, laugh it up, Chuckles. I deserve it.” You motion with your hands in encouragement, letting him get it all out as you flop into the chair by his wardrobe, covering your face again, wishing the ground would swallow you up.

It takes a minute but eventually, Jay stops, catching his breath as he looks at you.

“Hey, come here.” He calls out, watching with a smile as you peek out from your hands, waiting for some kind of telling-off. You make sure to keep looking at his beautiful face, rather than letting your eyes wander over his freckled muscular chest or his wonderfully toned arms. It wasn’t news to you that Jay was good-looking, however, you never got to see him like this, in his own space, in the haze of sleep, with a bedhead.

It oddly made the whole thing almost too intimate, a pang of sadness rippled through you as you dwelled on the thought that this wasn’t your daily routine.

“Y/N, I won’t bite.” He teases, prompting you out of your own head, you hadn’t even acknowledged Jay’s request the first time. You sceptically move towards the bed, sitting on the edge you’d stumbled out of, with caution.

You can’t bring yourself to see his face up close, yet Jay reaches forward, his fingers clasping around your arm gently, just grasping to get you to look at him.

“It’s fine.” He reassures, making sure to be more serious now, eyes focused on yours. “You suck, and you so owe me for the hike I know we’ll have to miss, but you’re fine. I know you didn’t mean to sneak in here, although I commend you on the stealthiness.”

Guilt simmers within you, even when Jay had his plans upturned, he was somehow being gracious.

You shake your head, “Jay, I’m so sorry, we can still go. It’s my own damn fault, and I don’t want you to miss out.” You sit forward, giving him your full attention.

Jay shakes his head, teasing, “No way, I’m not letting you vomit on the beauty of the state park. Seriously, we’re good. We can do it next weekend, alright? Let’s just hang out today, we can have brunch, and watch a few movies. Maybe then we can take a walk around Lincoln Park later, and grab some dinner on our way back?”

Your stomach flutters for non-alcohol-related reasons, all of that sounded amazing and you were thankful for the compromise.

“Brunch, huh? Didn’t take you for a brunch guy, Halstead. That is absolutely a day I’d like to spend with you, and I’ll pay for whatever we do,” You can’t convey enough your remorse, smiling at him gratefully. “Whatever you want, you got it.” You add.

Jay nods, grinning. “Alright, that’s settled then.” His hand is still holding onto you, his thumb caressing your skin without thought, a natural instinct that makes your insides burn.

The both of you seem to realise at the same time, small laughs between you as Jay slowly releases you without making it too awkward. You smile in reassurance, you definitely hadn’t minded the contact.

He scratches lightly at the stubble on his face, stretching out the morning kinks in his back and shoulders.

You’re suddenly very aware of the fact you’re still just loitering in Jay’s room after sneaking into his bed. Now having moved much closer again, you feel self-conscious about trying not to show how much you wanted to stay. You make your exit as smooth as possible, standing back up to take a sip from your glass of water,

“So uh, I’m gonna…go, leave you to get dressed and whatnot, and I’ll uh, try not to lose my way back to my room?” You offer a sheepish smile, starting to head towards the door,

Jay laughs, “Sounds good. It’s fine, Y/N, just an accident. No harm, no foul.”

You can feel the pain in your eyeballs that reminds you you are absolutely not ready for the day, “You are actually the best...I think I'm probably gonna get a few more hours shut-eye, see you in a bit?”

He nods, “Sure thing, see you in a bit. Take some more painkillers before you sleep."

You crack open an eye from your pained expression, "Oh you can count on it, I will."

Jay sits in bed still feeling thoroughly surprised by the discovery of you next to him, the way you’d so naturally held on to him, and greeted him in the haze of dreaming sleep in a way that felt comfortably intimate. It had jumbled his thoughts more than he’d let on to you.

Those moments where you’d sat back on the bed, his own urge to encourage you to stay close, to sleep some more beside him. It was a desire that felt like a snowball rolling down a hill.

“Can of worms, Halstead” Jay grumbles to himself, finally willing himself away from the bed, ultimately still missing the proximity to you in those waking moments.

He hears your bedroom door shut, knowing it was clear to head to the bathroom and let his mind unscramble under the hot spray of the shower.

After a brunch that you had insisted be put together by you and you alone, the both of you decided to zone out for a while and watch the first Alien movie. The movie was a classic, one you and Jay both could watch time and time again.

It was a particularly cold day, and with your body still reeling from last night’s fun, you found it hard to warm yourself up, even with a blanket and warm clothes. You had complained several times about your cold feet before Jay insisted you plop your legs across his lap, he tugged another blanket off the back of the couch and draped it across the both of you, resting his hands on your sock-clad feet. It solved the problem instantly, yet created a new one.

You were finding it harder and harder to keep the line drawn between you and him.

At around 3 pm you both agreed it was time to get fresh air and see the light of day, which meant putting an extra pair of socks on your feet before leaving, complete with a scarf, jacket and hat.

Then, you were enjoying the crisp air of a walk around Lincoln Park as suggested, walking comfortably side by side through the frosted grass and trees. The sun was shining brightly, making everything under its light glisten ethereally.

Just as you had found it harder to stop thinking of Jay in a more romantically insistent light, Jay had encountered much the same problem. Holding onto you during the film, seeing the way you instantly relaxed under his touch, and now the feeling of rightness that came with spending time with you. It made his heart and gut all too clear to ignore.

Parking yourselves on a bench opposite a view out to the city’s skyline, your legs touched as you remained close. There was a silence between you as you simply took in the world passing by, the bustle of the city distant in the tranquillity of trees and water.

Without thinking you rested your head on Jay’s shoulder, instantly freezing the second your head makes contact with him, but before you can retract and apologise, you feel Jay’s arm snugly wrap around your waist, squeezing you gently into a side hug. His own beanie-covered head resting against yours.

He glances at you with a soft smile, “Thank you for today, it was, uh, it was better than a hike.”

You feel your heart skitter, and your stomach flutters in tandem. “Really?” Your brow raises, not convinced that this slightly more tame day could beat the wilderness escape you had planned with him.

“Really.” He confirms, looking at you in a way you’ve never seen him look at you, and to see it makes your breath catch in your throat.

Seconds tick by, the birds in the park chatter and chirp around you, some of them seemingly watching to see if one of you will make the first move. The wind rustles through the branches and dwindling leaves attached, it all seems to come to standstill.

Not even other passers-by filter into your periphery as you tilt your head up to meet Jay, wrapping an arm around him in kind as you hold each other close on the bench, feeling the warmth of each other as the kiss lingers sweetly on your pressed lips.

Eventually parting for a breath, giddy smiles and low chuckles escape the both of you, knocking foreheads gently as you stay in the embrace. Naturally resuming your heads resting against one another as you continue to take in the view, sitting in the silent reassurance that you were now on the same page as each other.

After a moment, Jay moves to look at you again, a slightly more mischievous smile on his face now,

“What?” You ask, somewhat curious.

“I was just wondering if you planned on getting lost again on your way to bed tonight.”

You snort, shaking your head in amusement, “Hm, I don’t know, I mean I am likely to be sober tonight… but who knows, if I forget to put the light on, I might just get confused again.” You enjoyed this teasing immensely.

Jay is only too happy to play along, “Mhm, that would be tricky, wouldn’t it? It’s a complex hallway after all.”

“It sure is.” You muse, sharing a look with Jay that lingers, one that says… Yes, you can kiss me again.

And he does, gently cupping the back of your head as he moves in for another kiss, you sigh softly into his touch, no longer affected by the outside chill. Breaking apart and glancing to see if anybody’s offended by your little makeout.

Jay’s nose is pink in the cold, matching his lips and cheeks, breathing a little harder, “Wanna head back? We can try finding the right bed together?” It’s the corniest line he’s ever used, but he wagers it just might work for the right person, for you.

You want to laugh at the line, but honestly, you are absolutely sold by it, giggling. “It’s an investigation I’m willing to take on, Detective. Come on.”

As you take Jay’s gloved hand into yours, internally you thank your and Stella’s tenacious urge to make the most of a night out.

Fin.

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winchest09 · 3 years ago

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

God - it's been eons since you sent me this ask my beaut but I'm finally covid free and hopefully getting rid of the brain fog enough to answer coherently. And tbh just remember that I still have asks to answer.

I know, I suck - i'm sorry! *hands head in shame*

But...five favorite fics that i've written? Offftttt - I've been asked this before but I can't remember what I wrote so it may be the same, it might have changed.

Life for Rent - this series took me down a path and to this day, I still love the story, the trailer the darling @evergreencowboy made for me, the song that became my official ost for it in my mind - just everything.

Hello, Sailor - this series is just fluff incarnate. I don't know why I love this so much but...I dunno. Something about it sings to me. Maybe its because it's different? No idea. aha.

Almost - It was a oneshot that stemmed from a weird dream I had, and the only way I could get it out of my head was to put it down to digital paper. And it came out better than I had hoped!

Forever and Always - It wasn't something I usually wrote, and I had a bad day and just imagined what would happen if I was in that universe with Dean and how i'd like him to comfort me. It helped.

Lights Out - A series i'm currently writing and is not finished, but I am proud of certain scenes that i've written and where its going.

Thanks for the ask beautiful! It means a lot that you've thought of me <3

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halsteadlover · 2 years ago

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@resanoona DID I ALREADY SAY I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH 😭😭😭 you’re amazing seriously I don’t deserve you!!

No Time To Waste

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Adam Ruzek x Fem!Reader.

• Requested by @rsquared31: She and Adam are either still in the stages of flirting or early on in a new relationship together. Something happens to her and Adam rushes to get to her, but then internally struggles between going after the attacker or running directly to her - not wanting the asshole to get away, wanting to tackle him and make him pay for daring to hurt her, but also wanting to see if she was ok and be the one to help her. She’s taken to the hospital, where the injury was bad enough for her to be out/unconscious for a while? Adam stays with her and refuses to leave. He makes some admissions when she wakes up.

• Warnings: mention of blood, injury, drug, throwing up, tiny bit of swearing.

• Word count: 4456.

• A/N: this is the first time writing for someone who isn’t Jay and I’m so nervous 😭 it’s ugly as fuck but are we even surprised? I hope you like it anyway. please let me know what do you think and feel free to give me any advice or send me ideas for new stories! Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated ❤️ thank you so much for the amazing support you showed me and for encouraging me to challenge myself and write for other characters, I love you all xx

“Good morning darling,” a voice caught your attention.

You were in the break room pouring some coffee – which you already knew would be awful – into your cup. Before you even turned around a smile appeared on your lips, having recognized who that voice belonged to. You would’ve recognized it among another million people.

You turned your face to a smiling and impossibly handsome Adam who didn't even try to hide the cheeky way his eyes studied every inch of your body.

“Good morning to you handsome,” you returned his greeting trying not to stammer and blush in front of his intense and provocative gaze. But you couldn't hide the way your heart whirled in your chest, almost skipping a beat, or the way every cell in your body woke up from the excitement.

Excitement of what? He hadn't done anything but look at you and you were already a complete mess.

The power this man had over you.

“Indeed it's a really good morning,” he replied, hands in his pockets as his eyes looked you up and down your body without shame and restraint, stopping on your ass. His tongue wet his lips as he tried to suppress the ever-growing urge to get his hands anywhere on your body.

He confidently walked over you, your cheeks burning as he leaned against the edge of the kitchen right next to you. The way he looked at you, his head tilted slightly to the side, a winky smile on his lips, his light-brown eyes looking up at you so intently they seemed to want to read into you. God, you'd drop everything and get down on your knees.

“You know Adam, I'm not just a piece of meat,” you pretended to be offended, as if it really didn’t flatter you to know he was attracted to you, as if you didn’t crave his eyes on you every minute, every second of the day. You took a sip of your coffee, trying to mask your disgust.

Adam chuckled. “It's not my fault, I can't help it if you're so beautiful,” he replied flirtatiously exploding every ounce of self-control you possessed, “This is for me isn't it?” he pointed the coffee.

He smiled as he noticed the blush on your cheeks and the way you tried to hide it. God, that was one of the things he most loved about you. How could you be so beautiful? So hot and sexy but so cute at the same time?

Adam stopped trying to explain to himself what he felt about you long time ago, the way you drove him crazy, the way he was always thinking about you, continuously, always, constantly.

“Oh yeah it's all yours,” you said, handing him the cup of coffee without hesitation. His fingers brushed yours as you did so and a shiver ran down your spine, giving you goosebumps. You tried to stop yourself from giggling like a little schoolgirl, not wanting to show him the effect he had on you.

But he knew it all right, because that was exactly what happened to him.

“And by the way, you're not so bad either, Ruzek,” you looked him up and down and this simple sentence was enough for Adam to lose his head and feel his dick twitch in his pants.

Adam took a deep breath, looking at the ceiling for a moment as if trying to regain control of himself. “Y/N, Y/N…” he murmured your name like a prayer before returning his eyes to you. “What am I going to do with you?”.

“What are you talking about? What did I do?”, you asked in a dumb tone. He didn't answer you, but kept looking at you, studying every millimeter of your beautiful face, feeling his hands tingle from trying to repress the desire to touch you. The sexual tension between you two was so high it could fuel the entire city of Chicago, the air so tense anyone within miles would notice the way you looked at each other, how you were drawn to each other like magnets.

He set the cup of now-cold coffee in the sink before caressing your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You stopped breathing for a second as your subconscious kept hoping he'd kiss you until he took your breath away.

“Make me lose my goddamn mind.”

Oh God.

“I'm not doing anything,” you whispered, your eyes always fixed on his so lively and brilliant eyes. They were so bright, so full of life and joy that just looking at them was able to calm you when everything seemed to fall apart.

His eyes kept alternating between your eyes and lips. His mind raced as he tried to think of all the reasons why he shouldn't press his lips to yours, but right now he could only think of a thousand reasons why he should do it instead.

“We shouldn't be that close,” you muttered, your voice so low, not convinced by your own words. “I know, we shouldn't,” he whispered back but remaining in that position. His thumb caressed your cheeks softly, his touch so light and delicate that made you forget everything around you, “But I can't help it.”

A sudden noise immediately pulled you away from each other and you prayed with every fiber of your being it wasn't Voight.

“Finished playing lovebirds?” Kevin's amused voice broke that magical moment between you and Adam.

“Oh… Uhm… H-he was pulling an eyelash out of my eye,” you blurted out the first excuse that crossed your mind, ignoring Kevin's gaze. Adam was trying to suppress the smile that threatened to come across his lips as you stuttered embarrassedly. He had to resist the urge to pull you to him and hug you.

“Sure like you weren’t about to tear your clothes off,” Kevin laughed back.

“I… I have to go to the bathroom…” you stammered and then started walking away from the break room to finally be able to breathe.

“Not so fast honey, we have a new case, I came here to call you guys.”

Adam tried to suppress the annoyance that just hearing Kevin call you 'honey' gave him.

Fuck's sake get a grip.

How had he gotten to the point he even felt jealous of his friend calling you ‘honey’?

You and Adam had always had this kind of relationship, ever since you started working in the Intelligence. From the first moment there had been a feeling between you, a feeling you had few times in your life and that brought you closer to the point every occasion was good for you two to flirt and tease each other.

But over time, your relationship deepened and soon what was a simple flirting became something more, from both of you. Neither of you came forward with the fear of rejection from the other and that's how you ended up in this state of limbo, in which you both desired each other from afar, in which every time you found yourself close the tension skyrocketed.

You didn’t say anything, exited the break room at light speed while Adam obviously followed you with his gaze, watching you carefully. When you were out of sight of him, he glanced at Kevin who laughed at the sudden change of his facial expression. He had gone from a beaten and hopelessly in love puppy to a furious hyena.

“Thank you so much Kev,” he nudged him lightly.

“Hey! What did I do? I just came to call you, we happen to be at work in case you forgot. I know you are so madly in love with each other and bla bla bla but I want to remind you we are in the district, in our unit, with Voight.”

Adam rolled his eyes. “I'm not in love and… Fuck’s sake just mind your business.”

Now that was a good lie, he was very much in love with you, and a lot too.

“So you don't mind if I ask her out do you?” Kevin asked with mock seriousness just to test his friend’s patience and from the way he looked at him as if he was ready to knock him down, he knew he had managed to do it.

“Say it one more time and I'll punch you in the fucking face,” Adam said and for some strange reason Kevin figured he was serious.

He laughed and threw his hands up in surrender. “I was just joking man, I would never do it.”

The case concerned a large exchange of drugs that would’ve been made that same day and which an Antonio’s informant had told him about. With the whole team, you opted for a silent flash attack, in order to surprise the traffickers in the middle of the exchange and arrest them all.

You were all armed with shotguns and bulletproof vests and once you arrived at the place where the drug trade was about to take place, you split up as agreed: Kim went with Antonio and Voight, Jay with Hailey and finally you with Adam.

“Hey, be careful okay?” Adam had whispered in your ear just before entering. You turned to him and smiled. “Be careful too,” you replied.

The building where the drug trade would take place was abandoned and from the dust and the amount of junk it had been in disuse for many years. It was the perfect place for a drug trade, it was spacious, disused, isolated, no one would ever suspect the illegal activities that took place there.

After the team split up, you and Adam headed into the back entrance of the massive building, stepping in silently and fingers close to the trigger ready to fire whenever necessary. The traffickers worked on kilos of drugs and judging by the quantity present, it must’ve been worth a lot of money.

Your heart was pounding, so hard you could almost hear it in your ears. It didn't matter how many missions like these you had done, how many drug exchange attempts you had thwarted, the anxiety in those moments of suspense would always be present.

That was the perfect time to intervene, those men never expected the police to be there. You waited for Voight's signal from the headset transceiver connected to your ear, at which point you all exclaimed.

“Chicago PD! Everyone down and hands up!”

At that point chaos ensued.

The men wasted no time and immediately started to shoot, beginning a firefight that forced all of you to hide. You and Adam hid behind a wrecked car, firing your rifles. The sound of gunfire echoed in that establishment, bullet shells flew here and there on the dirty and dusty floor, and those traffickers had no intention of giving up. You hated to admit it, but they were giving you a hard time.

After unloading a full loader, you sat down to protect yourself and put a new one into the rifle. Adam glanced at you with the corner of his eyes before returning his gaze in front of him and firing a few shots and then bending down to shelter from the shots.

“Holy shit,” he cursed and you couldn't help but agree with him. It was a horrible situation.

You peeked out with your head and shot a trafficker who was about to shoot in your direction at the same time, whose body fell lifeless to the ground.

As you were about to take cover at that very moment your gaze fell causally next to Adam and with horror you noticed a weapon aimed at him, a man ready to shoot him.

“Adam! Get down!” you screamed and instinct prevailed. Before he could even figure out what was happening, you lunged at him, pushing him to the ground and shooting the man at the same time but not before he too fired a few shots as he fell to the ground.

Time stopped for an instant and everything went in slow motion. You didn't immediately understand what happened only when a throbbing pain went through your abdomen. You didn't immediately realize you'd been hit by a bullet.

Adam lifted himself off the ground only then realizing you were lying on the floor.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed in horror feeling his heart nearly stop in his chest. He knelt down next to you. “It's okay, it's okay baby, you’re gonna be okay.”

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed the criminal you shoot get up and run away.

“Fuck,” you hissed in pain “Adam he is running away…”

“Like hell I'm leaving you alone,” he urged, pulling off your bulletproof vest and heaving a sigh of relief when he saw the bullet had been stopped by the vest. You pushed his hand away, trying to breathe deeply. “Adam go! I am fine just go!” you exclaimed aloud, making your pain increase.

Adam found himself conflicted, for the first time in his life unable to decide what to do. He didn't want to leave you alone, not when you were suffering like that and unable to defend yourself, but at the same time he wanted to take that son of a bitch, not because he was a criminal, but for daring to hurt you.

“Baby, it’s okay, I'm fine I promise,” you continued, patting his hand encouragingly noting his hesitation. “Go.”

Adam reluctantly got up and started chasing after the criminal – who wounded, didn't run very far – not before alerting your teammates you had been hit and were on the ground unprotected while he was doing the chase.

“Chicago PD! Stop!” yelled Adam as he ran after the man. He tried to increase his pace but the bullet that had hit him had weakened him a lot since, unlike you, there was no bulletproof vest to protect him.

It wasn't long before Adam caught up with the criminal. He threw himself on him causing him to crash to the ground and before he could even defend himself, Adam had punched him in the face.

Then another one.

And one more time.

He was blinded by rage, the image of you lying on the ground in pain as you struggled to breathe etched perfectly into his memory with every punch he landed.

“Son of a bitch!” he yelled in his face as another punch collided with the smuggler's face.

“Adam! Stop for fuck's sake or you'll kill him!” Jay exclaimed, running towards him and pushing Adam away from the man lying on the ground almost unconscious.

“Let me go!” Adam tried to escape from Jay's grip as he pushed him away from the man before breaking free and running to you, showing no remorse for beating the criminal.

He found you in the same spot, this time leaning against the car while Hailey was next to you. During the firefight almost all of the traffickers were killed, while some were handcuffed and arrested.

“It's okay, help is on the way,” she tried to reassure you even though the only person you needed was Adam. “Take small breaths, everything will be fine.”

“Y/N! Hey, hey, I'm here,” you breathed a sigh of relief if it wasn't so painful. She immediately knelt beside you, cupping her face in her hands, her heart in a vise as she saw you in so much pain.

“You'll be fine okay? Everything will be fine. How are you feeling?”.

“It hurts like hell,” you cursed. Damn it, you almost forgot how much it hurt a bullet hit.

Hailey at that moment said she’d walk away to help the others, leaving you and Adam alone.

“I know, I know it hurts, baby I'm so sorry” he stroked your face “Can I take a look?”.

You nodded and, trying to be as delicate as possible, he lifted your shirt, almost blanching when he saw the extent of the damage and the huge bruise caused by the bullet.

“It's that bad huh?”.

Adam had to swallow the lump in his throat, the guilt wearing him down because he knew that bullet was meant for him. God, he would’ve taken ten bullets rather than see you suffer even one second of your life. He hated seeing you like that, he hated not protecting you, he hated you took that bullet instead of him.

“I'm so sorry sweetheart…”

“Is this a way of saying 'thank you for saving my life'?” you tried to joke but the serious and destroyed expression on Adam's face suggested he wasn't in mood for jokes.

“It was meant for me, it should’ve been me,” he sighed and you took his hand with yours, stroking the back of it.

“It’s not your fault, I’d do it again thousand times.”

At that moment the paramedics arrived and after many oppositions you had yourself examined, under the inquiring gaze of Adam who never left your side.

Once you arrived at Med's it was Will who visited you. “How much does it hurt from one to ten?”.

“Four,” you answered but flinced when he gently patted your abdomen.

“Y/N.” he admonished you.

“Fine, shit,” you hissed in pain “Eleven.”

“Why are you cops so stubborn? I swear, you're all the same, always thinking you're superheroes.”

“I just want to go home Will, please give me a couple of painkillers and let me go,” you begged.

You began to feel dizzy and a wave of nausea washed over you as the pain gradually became more and more intense and unbearable.

“You're not going anywhere miss,” Will stated “Judging by the abdominal distension I'd say there's internal bleeding but I'll do an ultrasound just to make sure.”

“Will...” you muttered feeling the need to vomit “I have to... I have to throw-...” you couldn't finish the sentence you lifted up slightly and started throwing up, but the nurse present was quick enough to take a basin nearby and place it in front of you.

“It's definitely internal bleeding,” Will said after doing the abdominal ultrasound.

Your vision started to get blurry and your heart pounding so fast, you felt like it was about to stop.

“I can't... I can't breathe...”

Adam – who meanwhile was in the waiting room – had almost dug a trail in the floor due to his continuous back and forth, feeling anxious like never before.

He hated waiting, having to sit there with folded hands and not being able to do anything to help you while you were in the operating room and Rhodes was operating on you to contain the internal bleeding. The guilt was wearing him down even though rationally he knew it wasn't his fault.

He felt guilty because he had always promised himself he’d protect you from everything and everyone, he’d kill rather than risk someone hurting you, he felt guilty because he was the one who was supposed to be on the operating table.

The moment you threw yourself at him to protect him kept playing in his mind over and over again, like a videotape playing over and over again. Why had you risked your life like that to protect him?

He couldn't blame you, God he would’ve done the exact same thing, but he couldn't help but be mad at you for doing such a stupid thing. Why did you do it?

The surgery lasted about an hour and when you woke up the first thing – or rather person – your eyes rested on was Adam, whose arm was around your waist, his head resting on your belly as he embraced you, his eyes closed.

He wasn't really sleeping, in fact as he felt your fingers in his hair, he jerked up, his eyes widening when he saw you were finally awake.

“Y/N, baby, oh my god thank god you're awake,” he gushed, leaning down and hugging you. “I missed you so much, thank God you're okay.”

You smiled, returning that hug with all the strength you had in your body. “I missed you too.”

“How are you? Are you okay now? Does it hurt?” he peppered you with questions once you broke away from the hug. He sat back on the chair again, but entwined his fingers with yours, never letting go. Your heart almost exploded as he brought your hand to his lips leaving a small kiss on the back.

“I feel a little numb but overall I'm fine,” you replied. “Were you always here?”.

“Of course, I’d never leave you alone baby.”

It must’ve been the stun caused by the surgery but only then you noticed the scratches and small lesions on Adam's knuckles.

“My god Adam, what happened to your hands?”.

“Oh baby you realized it a little too late,” Adam chuckled.

“Adam.”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “I may have landed a few punches.”

“Adam!” you exclaimed raising your voice, a painful expression appeared on your face.

“Hey, hey, take it easy,” he spoke concerned “Y/N…” he sighed, “That son of a bitch hurt you, I… I completely lost control.

“Adam, you could get yourself into serious trouble.”

“Honestly? I don't give a fuck. If anything happened to you he wouldn't have to worry about just some punches.”

“Always acting like a macho huh?” You tried not to smile even though his protective side was one of the things you loved most about him.

“Don't even joke Y/N. When it comes to you I lose my mind,” he softly spoke “When I saw you lying on the ground, I feared for a second I lost you and I don’t want to feel like that ever again.”

You let go of his hand only to rest it on his cheek, gently stroking his cheeks and beard. “If something happened to you I would never have forgiven myself. Really Adam… When I saw that guy pointing the gun at you… I didn't understand anything anymore, I didn't want something to happen to you.”

“What you did is very stupid,” he scolded, his eyes watering as he leaned against your touch and you chuckled.

“You would’ve done the same.”

“Absolutely”

“So why shouldn't I?”.

“Because I need you Y/N, I can't think of being without you.”

This little confession cut the breath out of your lungs and the way he looked at you, God, it was so intense you could hardly maintain eye contact but something had bewitched you. There were so many things you wanted to tell him though, so many things you wanted to confess but your brain had shut down and not a single coherent, rational thought crossed your mind.

“Baby…” Adam whispered and that simple word sent a flock of butterflies into your stomach. “I can’t take this anymore…”

“W-what?”.

“Now I’m looking at you and… And you're so fucking beautiful even though you're on a goddamn bed and wearing a hospital gown and you… You’re looking at me like that… You make me lose my mind,” he blathered, not even knowing if whether or not what he was saying made sense but god he couldn't even think straight anymore, he felt so out of control and that was the effect you had on him. It didn't matter how or why, but you were capable of sending every single neuron of his brain into a tailspin, you were capable of giving him tachycardia when you even just looked at him, you were capable of making him forget the whole world.

“How am I looking at you?” you whispered.

“And when you play dumb like that, like you don't even know the effect you have on me, how you drive me crazy,” he went on “How you made me fall so madly in love with you.”

You widened your eyes and your mouth in shock, hardly believing what you had just heard.

You were speechless.

Completely speechless, and it was a rather rare occurrence.

You had dreamed of that moment for so long, you almost couldn't believe it. For a moment you even thought you were still under the influence of anesthesia and everything was happening was just a figment of your imagination.

“I'm sorry to say it like that, I know it must’ve been unexpected for you but after what happened today… I didn't want to waste any more time, life is so short and… Fuck… I know I probably screwed it all…-” he began talking again noticing your silence but you stopped him by placing your index finger on his lips.

“Kiss Me.”

Adam nearly had a heart attack, for a moment fearing he needed a hospital bed. Did he hear it right? Or was it just a hallucination?

You were about to speak again when he leaned towards you, pressing his lips against yours in a longed-for and much-desired kiss.

His hands cupped your face as he completely took your breath away. His lips were warm and soft against yours, just as you had imagined so many times. Your fingers were in his hair and it didn't take long because everything else disappeared, making you forget you were in a hospital room.

You bit his lip and he almost moaned at that sensation, this gesture further increasing the visceral need and desire he felt for you.

“Fuck don't do that again,” he murmured against your lips, finding it hard to control and stop himself. You didn't answer instead you kissed him again. You were so bewitched by Adam and as his scent flooded your nostrils, a thousand butterflies danced in your stomach.

All the pain you felt went in the background, only he existed at that moment, only his lips that continued to devour you in an intense kiss. Your head was spinning, your heart was pounding, your hands tingling, shivers ran down your spine.

“Stop, stop, Jesus Christ, we have to stop or I won’t control myself,” he whispered, pulling away from the kiss for a moment as both of your chests rose and fell as you caught your breath. “You drive me so damn crazy baby, I don't know what to do with you.”

Your eyes were fixed on his even if they alternated on his little swollen lips, red from the kiss. You were overwhelmed by the feeling you had for that man and you knew in that precise moment that a new chapter in your life had just opened, a chapter you couldn't wait to live. Your nose continued to slightly touch his, your lips brushing his, your thumbs stroking his cheeks.

“I'm so madly in love with you too Adam Ruzek,” were the first words you said after the kiss and just for the way he looked at you, you’d take hundred of those bullet and relieve the pain all over again, to see the expression of pure joy and the smile on his beautiful face.

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