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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.

tags: @resanoona - @dumb-fawkin-bitch - @enchantedblackrose - @elius-learns-to-write

#resa.3kfiestabingo #resanoona #jay halstead x reader #one chicago #chicago pd

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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

#resanoona #winchest09 answers

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seatsbythepit · 3 years ago

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Anna!!! Your writing, I'm officially obsessed!!! Sorry I took so long, I don't have a lot of energy to read long fics sometimes, but I just read We'll Always Need Each Other, and I was sucked in totally. You're amazing!!!!

resa i'm so over the moon that you like my work, I have genuinely admired your creations for so long and to know that you feel even remotely interested in MY stuff is just lovely! thank you so so much for your high praise, it means a lot coming from you! i hope to have more of We'll Always Need Each Other out this week!

#resanoona #i literally got home from work and had to show my family the lovely stuff resa said about my work :))))) absolute joy

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fighterkimburgess · 4 years ago

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Yes we should!! It still blows my mind that you follow me because you’re so lovely and talented, and we need to talk more.

friends/intimidation ask game: send an emoji on anon or not to tell me what level we are on!!

#cíara answers #resanoona

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supernatural-jackles · 4 years ago

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Hi Jen, am just dropping by to say that I really enjoyed 'Marlin and Nemo'. It was the comfort fic I definitely needed!!! I mean I know I already said this in my reblog just wanted to drop by and say again that I really like your writing! Sending love!!

Thank you so much, Resa! I loved what you said in your reblog! You are way too kind to me! I totally creeped your blog so you know and I see that you are also a fic writer so I might just be checkin’ back in ;)

Thank you for the love!! 💜

#Fic love #Jen loves Resa #resanoona #Jen Answers Asks

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jensentheking · 4 years ago

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storiesofsvu · 2 years ago

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Learn to Share

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol consumption, smut, dirty talk, some dom/sub dynamics, nothing too crazy this time lol. Covers the "only one bed" square for xmas bingo and the "forced proximity" for @resanoona 3k bingo! Also covers a prompt requested by anon.

It was honestly a miracle that the BAU had managed to not only wrap their last case, but get home, finalize paperwork and have nothing else come up before Christmas Eve. Everyone was beyond thankful for that since it was the night of the annual Christmas at Rossi’s party, nothing too fancy, or too huge, usually just the team and any respective partners that wanted to come maybe a few extra agents or assistants that helped them out majorly through the year. The evening was full of laughter, amazing food, fancy wines, expensive bourbons and an all around sense of family and quality relaxation time.

Once dinner was finished, dishes were left for the morning and the party would end up spreading its way through the house. There were often cigars being smoked out back, Dave wandering through the rooms showing off any new fancy things he’d collected over the year or telling stories of his wild days. As the night wore on and the candles began to burn low the crowd would begin to dwindle, people slipping off into the night after a quiet goodbye and Merry Christmas, knowing they had family to see early the next morning. Eventually it was only Dave, Spencer, Tara, you and Emily left in the living room, fresh glasses of wine poured, alcohol flowing through your veins, keeping you warm and relaxed, helping everyone let go a little bit more than normal. Dave always extended the offer from dinner to everyone able to stay overnight, considering just how much alcohol he had provided it was the smart choice. Spencer was tipsily rambling on about one theory or another, pulling laughter from the girls as Rossi drained his glass, letting out a small groan as he stood from the couch.

“It’s late. You kids know where the guest rooms are.”

There was a chorus of goodnights as he reminded everyone they were more than welcome to stay as long as they wanted and breakfast would be available in the morning before he disappeared down the hall. Spencer’s theory finally wrapped up a bit later and Tara finished her drink, moving to put her wine glass in the sink.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Emily protested with a laugh and Tara chuckled.

“There’s four of us and only three rooms, I just bunked with Reid all week, it’s not happening again tonight. Besides, you two had private suites, learn to share.” She teased.

Emily let out a mock offended scoff as Spencer tried to object and you laughed rolling your eyes at Tara as she flashed the group a smile and a wave along with good night. It didn’t take much longer before you were yawning, doing your best not to lean into Emily’s shoulder as you finished your drink.

“Guys…” you started, “never thought I’d be this person, but I think it’s bedtime for me.” You sat up stretching your body out with a soft groan, “see you in the morning.” You shot Emily a lingering look as you moved from the couch, your glass finding home on the kitchen island before you wandered down the hall.

You would forever and always be thankful for Rossi and his level of hospitality extending beyond anyone you’d ever experienced. There were unopened toothbrush packages and makeup wipes in the en suite you were able to help yourself to, along with some cozy clothes stashed in the guest room’s closet. You simply tugged down a comfy cotton t-shirt, pulling it over your bare body before plugging in your phone and letting out a happy sigh as you shifted under the covers.

You weren’t surprised at the small murmur of voices in the hallway before the light flicked off, the sound of the other guest room door clicking shut and the door to your guest room opened, Emily slipping through it with a grin on her face, the soft lamplight washing her in a golden glow.

“You coming for a sleepover?” You greeted with a grin and she laughed quietly.

“You heard Tara.” Her hands moved to her shirt, sliding down the buttons she undid them, “apparently it’s our turn to share.”

“If only they knew just how much sharing we had done this week.” You purred, sitting up as you shifted onto your knees and Emily chuckled.

“Are you gonna be quiet this time?” She raised a brow, beginning to crawl up the bed, “because I’ll only touch you if you’re quiet…. I don’t want you to risk waking anyone up again.”

“I’ll be good.” Your breath caught in your throat, “I promise…”

“Good.” One of her hands wrapped around the back of your head, pulling her to you, her lips brushing against yours when she spoke, “such a shame there’s only one bed.”

“It is a king… could build a wall of pillows?” You offered with a grin and Emily chuckled, her breath warm on your skin.

“I was thinking we could take advantage of it….”

“Hmm… I do like the sound of that better.” You barely had moment to let out a huff of a laugh before Emily’s lips were on you. Your hands fell to her bare waist, wrapping around her and pulling her body tight to you while her hand wove into your hair.

The kiss built up, starting slow, a familiar dance between all too familiar lips until Emily’s tongue slid across the seam of your lips, her teeth nipping into your lower lip and you groaned. She took the opportunity to sink her tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch of you she could while her free hand started to toy with the hem of the shirt you had on. Your hands drifted upward, swiftly un doing her bra and she tossed it to the floor before her hands tickled up your bare thighs, tugging at the hem of your shirt. The kiss broke long enough for her to pull the garment over your head and it joined the growing pile on the floor.

“So fucking gorgeous.” She cooed, nudging you backwards towards the pillows, “lie back for me baby.”

You did as she asked, getting comfortable on the bed as she stepped off it to rid herself of the rest of her clothing, smirking at the way your eyes lingered on her body as if you were trying to memorize every inch. A hand on the mattress she settled over you, lips meeting yours again, this kiss deeper than the last while her hand snuck between your legs. The tips of her fingers began to play with your pussy, trailing through them feather light, teasing you, leaving you whining for more.

“Quiet…” she warned, “can’t have us getting caught…”

“Sorry M’am.” You murmured in return as Emily kissed across your jaw, her lips trailing down your neck, teeth scratching at your skin ever so lightly until she bit deeply into your pulse point and your hand flew to your mouth to muffle the gasp escaping your lips.

“That’s my good girl.” Her lips curved into a grin against your skin as they trailed across your body, her tongue swiping across your collarbone before her lips wrapped around a nipple, sucking it into her mouth while her tongue flicked across it. Her finger tips continuing to tease you, the heel of her hand randomly pressing against your clit as your hips rocked upwards in need of more.

She sunk lower on your body, lips leaving little kisses and love bites on your hips and thighs until she was settled between your legs. Her hand ran up your cunt, smearing wetness across it while her fingers widened, spreading you open for her and you let out a breathy sigh. It was only a moment later her mouth was on you, kissing at your folds, tongue slipping as deep into as you could and you bit back a moan, your fingers clenching into the bedspread. Emily continued to eagerly lap at your pussy, groaning into it, the vibrations pulling quiet whimpers from you as she buried herself between your legs. You were doing your absolute best to keep quiet, knowing just how easy it would be to be overheard by any of the others. But when Emily’s hand snuck up to join her mouth, her lips shifted up wrapping around your clit and she sucked, hard and you weren’t expecting it.

“Oh fuck!” The moan left your lips before you even realized and even faster Emily’s hand and mouth left your cunt, instead, her teeth quickly and sharply bit into your thigh, “oww!” You hissed in a whisper and she raised an unimpressed brow in your direction when she looked up at you. “That hurt!”

“And you had one rule sweetheart.” She husked back, “shame I can’t spank you, that certainly would call attention to what we were up to. Guess you’ll have to get that punishment tomorrow night. Now…another outburst like that and I’m shoving your panties in that dirty little mouth of yours, understood?”

“Yes ma’am…” your breath caught in your throat, hitching when her mouth returned to your pussy, slowly licking through you before gently wrapping around your clit once more. You tugged your lip into your teeth, holding back any noises aside from quiet whimpers as Emily’s fingers sunk into your pussy. She let out a quiet groan at the feeling of you tightly wrapping around her, how wet you already were, juices slicking her fingers within seconds. She twisted and curled them within you until she found that sensitive spot and your hips jolted up off the bed, a soft gasp leaving your lips and she smirked against your body.

“Right there?” She murmured, pressing on the spot again and you nodded, eyes tightly scrunching shut, “you like it when I touch you here?”

“Oh god Em!” It was barely above a whisper, a shuddering breath following it as she continued to brush against the spot, chuckling softly before her mouth returned to your swollen nub.

Her lips wrapped around it, sucking it into her mouth while her tongue flicked patterns against it, harder and faster until you were trembling under her. Her fingers worked in tandem, feeling the way your cunt began to flutter around her, your clit pulsing in her mouth in the same rhythm. Fire was burning through you, your body shivering with each touch of Emily’s fingers or mouth, each pass of either bringing you more and more pleasure. You let out a muffled cry when the fire broke the surface, biting down so hard on your lip you swore you’d broken the skin. Emily’s lips slipped from your clit when you orgasm hit, watching the way your juices lightly dribbled out of you, leaking down her wrist as your body shook on the bed.

“That’s my good girl… so pretty…” She praised before her fingers slipped out of you and she delicately licked around your pussy, cleaning up the smeared juices before she crawled back over you, straddling your hips and she extended her slicked fingers to you. You eagerly accepted them into your mouth, lips wrapping around them as you sucked them clean. “Taste so good sweetheart, thought I should share.”

“Thank you.” You breathed out and she chuckled at the way you dropped back against the pillows.

“Oh I’m not done. I know you can handle another one.” She sat up on her knees, shifting lower on your body as she swatted at your hip, “roll over.”

You did as she asked and she grasped at your hips, pulling you up on your knees while your head remained buried the pillows. Her knee nudged at your leg, shoving yours further apart so she was able to settle between them, a hand running up your back, pressing you into the pillows and you let out a quiet groan. Her free hand trailed up the inside of your leg, fingers brushing through your still dripping pussy before her thumb sunk in as deep as it could and moaned softly into the pillows. Your hips began to rock back onto her hand, fucking yourself on her digits as you moved and she leant over you, pressing a kiss to the small of your back.

“That’s my good girl.” Her fingers pinched your clit before they swapped places with her thumb, sinking deep into your cunt. With each thrust of her hand her hips rocked forward, body meeting yours as your hips thrusted back, eager for more, for her fingers to find that spot within you again. “Just like that… you keep fucking yourself on my fingers alright sweetheart?”

“Need more…” you whined softly and she huffed a laugh out, fingers curling within you as she picked up the pace, her body rocking into yours with more force, fingers moving faster and going as deep as they could into your wetness.

“I guess you’ve been good enough for a bit of a reward.” She purred, her free hand moving from your hip to the bag you hadn’t even noticed her bring into the room.

Your head dropped onto your arms, chest beginning to heave as your cunt fluttered around her fingers, your body burned, ached to be stuffed with her cock, but you knew that wasn’t going to be able to happen tonight. Though, you couldn’t really complain about that, Emily was just as good with her hands and mouth and judging by the punishment comment earlier, you would get everything you desired in the very near future. Her hand crooked within you, finding your g-spot once again and the pillows muffled your cry as your fingers tightened into the bedspread. You barely heard the click of the small vibrator being turned on but you certainly felt it as Emily pressed it onto your clit.

“Fuck…” you muttered, your hips jolting back towards her as it began to rub at your body.

“Give me another one, I know you’ve got it in you.” She practically growled, her fingers flicking faster within you as she turned the vibe up a notch and you gasped. She could see the sheen of sweat glimmering on your skin as pleasure rocked through you, your thighs had began to shake, your hips faltering as you continued to try to fuck yourself on her hand.

She picked up the pace of her hand, making sure she was giving you everything she could, pressing the vibrator harder against your throbbing clit before she turned it up to the highest speed. It was quiet, but the room was full of dirty noises, your squelching pussy, juices leaking down your thighs and onto Emily’s wrist, the quiet cries and whimpers muffled into the pillows as you tried to not moan, the whir of the vibrator.

“You’re almost there, I can feel it baby, let go for me.” She cooed, fingers brushing right over the sensitive spot, pressing harder and lingering for a second longer than the last thrust and you couldn’t help it, your orgasm tore through you like a wildfire.

“Oh fuck Emily!” The cry was louder than you’d intended and you winced the best you could as your body dropped to the mattress, shaking and trembling with pleasure. Emily clicked the vibrator off, her fingers slowing down, gently fucking you through your orgasm, watching the way your body twitched as she did so before she finally pulled them from you, sucking them clean. “Sorry.” You whimpered, little shivers and soft cries leaving you as pleasure surged through your nerves.

Emily’s hand softly ran up and down your back, nails scratching into your hair ever so softly as you continued to come down from your peak, a whimper escaping your lips whenever her nails traced over a sensitive spot of your body. A quiet knock on the door made both of you jump, Emily beginning to scramble to get the both of you under the covers as Spencer’s soft voice floated through the air.

“Is someone crying?” He asked and you stifled a laugh as Emily struggled to come up with an answer quickly.

“I—uh, accidentally elbowed her in the face, we’re fine.”

“You sure?” He asked quietly and you let out a quiet shriek at the sound of the doorknob turning.

“Yup!” You called back quickly, “totally fine, just hit the cheek. Serves me right for being a blanket hog.”

“…okay…” He replied and the two of you held your breath until his footsteps faded down the hallway. You heard his bedroom door click shut and a fit of quiet giggles took over you as Emily scowled down at you, swatting at your ass.

“I told you to be quiet.”

“Well then I guess I’m getting extra spankings for Christmas.” Your eyes sparkled with excitement as you looked up at her and she playfully rolled her eyes.

“Damn right you fucking are.”

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Rain Check

A/N: I finished a thing! For the first time in over a year! It is also my first time writing for One Chicago. Thank you @resanoona and @muchamusedaboutnothing for the beta reads!

Pairing: Halstead sister w/ best friend Kelly

Word count: 4,076

Square filled: Sick!fic for TMAS Bingo @supernatural-jackles

Warnings: illness, hospitalization, sibling bickering...

Summary: She says she’s fine. Luckily, Kelly and her brothers know when she’s lying.

Masterlist

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You heard your phone buzz from where you had dropped it on the coffee table three and a half hours ago when you got home from work.

You, me, Jay - Molly’s in an hour, you read the new message from your best friend, Kelly.

Groaning, you shifted to grab and unlock your phone. I feel like shit. I left work early. Rain check.

Another ding as a sad face popped up at the bottom of the thread. You sighed as you set the phone back down, wishing you felt up to hanging out.

You spent the next forty-five minutes tossing and turning on your couch in an attempt to find a comfortable position. The second half of Safe Haven played across the screen, but you weren’t really paying much attention.

Suddenly, you heard keys jingling outside your door before the deadbolt clicked open. The only other people who had keys were your brothers, and they never used them to come in while you were home.

Before you could further analyze the intrusion, Jay hollered through the barely-cracked door. “We’re coming in. Am I going to be scarred by anything I might see?”

You rolled your eyes and sat up, wincing at the flare of pain in your abdomen. “I’m not naked, if that’s what you’re asking. And who is ‘we’?”

“We brought you soup,” said Kelly from the kitchen. “I also grabbed tissues, cold meds, Excedrin, and Midol. I wasn’t sure what you might need.” You heard the rustle of bags and clunks of things being set on the counter.

“I didn’t need any of that, but I appreciate the thought. However, I don’t really appreciate you telling my brother I feel crappy.”

A moment later, Jay was snatching the remote from you. “I just came for the beer and the game.” You knew he came because he was worried, even though he wouldn’t admit that.

“Hey!” You reached to take it back as he lifted it over his head. “I thought you guys were going to Molly’s.”

Jay tossed the remote back once he’d turned on the hockey pre-game. “Kelly wanted to come hang out with you.”

“Wow. I love you, too, bro.” You carefully laid back down, shifting a few times until you found a somewhat comfortable position. “But since you are here… can one of you go grab my heating pad from my bedroom closet?”

Jay simply nodded before disappearing down the hall, returning a minute later with the heating pad in hand. He also had your favorite blanket tossed over his shoulder. It was his way of silently showing his concern. He plugged in the heating pad and tossed it and the blanket on the couch next to you.

“Thanks, Jay.” You smiled gratefully.

“Do you want the soup?” Kelly asked. ”Or we have pizza coming shortly, too.”

“Um, no. Nothing right now.” You shook your head. “I’m too nauseous. Thank you, though.”

Jay sat down in the recliner as Kelly came in and handed him a beer.

Kelly then lifted your feet and set them on his lap as he sat down. “You sure you don’t want anything else?”

You shook your head and pulled the now-warm heating pad across yourself. “This is all I need at the moment. But I’ll let you know if I change my mind.”

You made yourself comfortable as the two of them started to discuss the hockey game as well as how the rest of the season had been going. A little while later, there was a knock at your door.

Jay stood quickly. “I got it.” He returned a minute later with two large pizza boxes as well as a smaller box you suspected held cheesy garlic bread. He set the stack on the coffee table and slid one pizza toward Kelly before opening the other. “We got your favorite. We will try to save you some.”

You leaned up and punched him in the shoulder. “You’re so mean.” You tried your best to hide the wince from your sudden movement.

“Ouch!” he said, grabbing his arm dramatically. “If I was mean, I wouldn’t have offered to save you any.”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed. “You said try, not that you would save some.”

Before long, there were several slices missing from both boxes and the two of them were cheering and booing loudly at the television. You laughed and silently hoped they weren’t disturbing your neighbors too much.

During the first intermission, Jay’s phone dinged with a new message alert. He pulled it out of his pocket and quickly read the message on the lock screen before pocketing it once more. “Will is on his way over.”

Tossing the heating pad over the back of the couch, you rolled your eyes and groaned loudly. “Seriously? You couldn’t let me suffer in peace? He’s gonna be all doctory.”

Jay shrugged. “He wanted to watch the game. I didn’t even tell him you didn’t feel good.”

You scoffed. “Uh huh. You told him you were here instead of Molly’s so he already knows something is up.”

About ten minutes later, you heard your front door open without so much as a warning knock.

“Do none of you have manners anymore?” You asked him as he entered the living room. “And for the record, I am fine so do not ask.”

Will chuckled as he raised his hands in surrender. “Hello to you, too.” On his way to sit on your loveseat, he grabbed a slice of pizza. You watched as he and Jay exchanged pointed looks.

Over the next half hour or so, you noticed all three of them sending worried glances your way until, finally, you poked Kelly in the thigh with your foot. “Can I have that soup now? Maybe it’ll help my nausea.” You didn’t think it would, but it might get them to stop looking at you like you were about to break.

He nodded and got up, walking into your kitchen to warm it up for you. You shifted to sit up while you waited for him. Struggling to find a comfortable position, you noticed that Will was watching you more intently.

Kelly brought in the soup and sat down once more. “How do you want to do this?”

“Umm, can you pull the coffee table closer for me?”

Jay stood from his chair to push the end of the table towards you and move the pizza boxes out of the way. Kelly set the soup in front of you and handed you a spoon.

“Thanks.” You smiled as you slurped a spoonful of broth. Continuing slowly, you drank about half the broth and ate some of the noodles. Unexpectedly, your stomach flipped uncomfortably. You dropped the spoon back into the bowl causing a loud clatter.

All three sets of eyes were on you as you stood suddenly. You didn’t even attempt to hide the pained whimper that escaped with the movement.

“You okay?” Will and Jay asked in unison as Kelly reached out, prepared to steady you if necessary.

You groaned. “Yeah, peachy. Stay,” you directed them as you moved as quickly as you could to the bathroom. Flinging the door shut, you fell to your knees just in time to empty your stomach into the toilet. The pain in your knees was almost unnoticeable with the stabbing pain that flared through your right side. You tried to breathe through your nose as another wave of nausea crashed through you. Maybe you weren’t fine after all, but you weren’t ready to admit that to anyone, especially Will.

When you were pretty sure you were done, you flushed before sitting back against the wall. A knock broke you from your thoughts. “You alright in there?” Kelly asked.

“I’m fine.” You stood slowly and rinsed your mouth out before pulling the door open and meeting his concerned green eyes. “I swear. I’m really fine,” you lied. “I shouldn’t have tried to eat.”

Kelly’s hand hovered behind you as you made your way back to the couch. As you sat, you pulled the heating pad back over your lower abdomen, even though it’d done nothing to help the pain earlier. However, now you were chilly, and it would help with that.

“Is that normal?” Will asked. “Nausea and vomiting with cramps?”

You shrugged, debating what to tell him. “It’s happened before, but not always, no.”

He hummed, clearly deciding if he wanted to push. “Is anything else weird today?”

“Not really. Not unless you count being four days early.” Spinning to lie back down, you pulled your blanket over yourself.

“Are you cold?” Jay asked.

You glared at him. “Maybe a little. I just like to have a blanket when I feel crappy. Does that mean something to you? You’re the one who brought it out here unprompted.”

“Have you actually started your period?” Will asked.

Groaning, you asked, “Can we not have this conversation?” He just stared at you waiting for an answer. “Ugh, fine. No. No, I haven’t yet.”

Will stood and walked over to you. He placed the back of his hand on your forehead.

You knew there was no convincing them at this point, but decided to try anyway. “How many times do I have to tell you? I am fine!” Will narrowed his eyes at you before he walked away. You heard him opening the cabinet in the bathroom. Looking between Kelly and Jay you asked, “What is he doing?”

Jay shrugged. “How am I supposed to know?”

Rolling to face towards the back of the couch, you groaned.

Will was back a moment later. He knelt down in front of the couch and rolled you back to face him. “Open,” he directed, lifting your thermometer into your view.

“No.”

Will just sighed. “If you're right, then this will be normal and you can say ‘I told you so.’ Just humor me?”

“When I’m right, you are going to buy me dinner next week. Somewhere nice.” You held out your hand for him to shake.

He took your hand without shaking it. “I’ll buy you dinner next week, regardless, if you stop being difficult.”

“Fine.” You shook his hand, took the thermometer from him, and placed it under your tongue.

It was quiet as you waited, the game having been muted at some point. When the thermometer beeped, you pulled it out and handed it to Will, not even bothering to check it as you gave him a smug grin.

Jay leaned over to see the reading for himself as Will announced, “101.6, you have a fever.”

You shrugged. “So what? I have cramps and the flu or something. I don’t know what that proves.”

Will shifted to sit on your coffee table. He pulled off your blanket and heating pad despite your protests. He pushed just above your left hip bone.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Does this hurt?” asked Will. You shook your head as he pressed just below your belly button. He moved his hands over once more, and you started to shake your head again as he pressed down on your right side. As he started to pull away, you gasped, feeling a sharp pain similar to the one you had felt in the bathroom earlier. It was significantly worse, and you threw your head back hard against the armrest as you tried to recoil from the cause of the pain. “When did the pain start? Any other symptoms you aren’t telling me? How long were you using the heating pad?”

“Geez, one question at a time! It hurt a little, like barely even noticeable, last night around midnight. I don’t think so. And I don’t know, not that long. Why?”

Will stood. “Because it’s not cramps, it's appendicitis. We’re going to Med. Right now.”

“No,” you argued. You hated hospitals even more than Jay.

Jay pulled his keys out of his pocket. “I’ll pull the truck around.”

Will nodded to Jay before turning back to you. “This isn’t debatable. Sorry, kiddo.” He handed his keys to Kelly and bent over to lift you off the couch.

You grabbed his arm to stop him. “I can walk at least.”

Will proceeded to pick you up. “We don’t have the time to wait for you to make it down to the truck.”

Kelly flipped off the television and unplugged your heating pad before following you and Will out of the apartment and locking the door.

Will set you in the backseat of Jay’s truck and then ran around to get into the passenger side next to you. Kelly handed Will his keys as Jay peeled out of the complex.

“Jay, turn on the radio or something. It’s too quiet in here,” you complained.

Kelly looked over his shoulder at you. “Can’t take a comfortable silence with the three of us?”

“What part of this is comfortable?”

“It’s fine. We are only going to be in the car for ten minutes,” said Jay.

“Please? Just turn on someth—” you froze mid-sentence.

“Are you okay? Is the pain worse?” Will asked.

“Um, no. It actually doesn’t hurt anymore.” You frowned in confusion. “Why doesn’t it hurt anymore?”

“Damn it,” Will muttered. “Jay, go faster.”

Sinking further into the seat as Jay floored the accelerator, you glanced between Will and Kelly. “What? Why go faster?” You couldn’t help but finally start to worry.

Will took your hand in his and squeezed reassuringly. “Because if it stopped hurting, there’s a good chance your appendix just ruptured.”

“But that’s bad, right? Like, really bad?” You took a sharp inhale as the realization hit. “Like, I could die from an infec—”

Will squeezed your hand harder to get your focus back on him. “No. You’re going to be just fine.”

“I’m so stupid. Why didn’t I say something? I lied earlier. I’ve never had nausea or puking with period cramps. I knew I should have said something before you even came over because the heating pad wasn’t helping. The heating pad always—”

“Y/N, breathe!” Will interrupted your rambling.

Kelly reached over and squeezed your knee, almost painfully, in an attempt to ground you.

“It’s okay,” Will reassured. “You’re going to be fine. You are right—untreated, it can be very dangerous, but we are almost to the hospital. Look at me.” Your eyes met his. “Just take a deep breath. You will be fine, you hear me?”

You nodded and tried to focus on your breathing rather than the panic swirling through your mind.

Less than two minutes later, Jay was pulling up to the ambulance entrance to the ED. You barely even had time to open your door before Jay was there gently lifting you out of the truck and heading inside.

Connor saw the four of you enter, you in Jay’s arms, and immediately moved to meet you. “Hey, what’s going on, guys?”

You threw your head back in annoyance. “You could have at least gotten a freaking wheelchair. This is just ridiculous.”

Kelly just chuckled as Jay scolded, “I thought you agreed to stop being difficult so Will would buy you dinner.”

Will ignored the three of you in favor of answering Connor. “I’m pretty sure she’s got a ruptured appy. Pain onset was around midnight. She tried to eat some soup about twenty minutes ago and vomited. Temp was at 102, and she had right-sided rebound tenderness. About five minutes ago, she said it stopped hurting.”

“Let’s get an ultrasound to confirm.” Connor turned around to find Maggie. “Maggie, where am I going?”

“Treatment 3. Monique, you’re with Dr. Rhodes.”

Jay set you on the bed, kissed your forehead, and then shifted by the foot of the bed. He placed his hand on your shin. “Just let me know if I’m in the way.”

“No, you're good there,” said Connor. “Monique, let’s run a CBC and a BMP.”

Will handed Connor the ultrasound probe as Monique wrapped the blood pressure cuff around your bicep. She clipped the pulse ox on your index finger. To distract yourself while she placed the IV, you focused on Jay and Kelly, who was hovering in the doorway.

“It’s definitely a ruptured appy,” Connor announced, handing the ultrasound back to Will. “Let’s get her up to the OR.”

The panic you’d been trying to suppress since the truck bubbled to the surface again, and you started to hyperventilate. Jay stepped forward to take your hand.

Connor gently squeezed the opposite shoulder. “Just take a deep breath, sweetheart. I know you hate the hospital but I need you to try to calm down.” He shifted away to grab an oxygen mask before placing it over your face.

Will reached around Connor to take your hand. “What did I tell you? You’re going to be fine. Surgery and some antibiotics, and you’ll be good as new in a few weeks.”

You managed to take a couple slow, deep breaths. Locking eyes with Connor, you asked, “Can— Are you doing the surgery?”

“Yep, I’m all yours.” He and Will pulled the gurney out of the room and towards the elevators.

When they pulled you off the elevator, Jay squeezed your hand once more before letting go. Kelly took his place, kissed your forehead and squeezed your shoulder.

Finally, Will placed a kiss on your knuckles. “We’ll see you on the other side.”

A moment later, Connor was pushing you into the operating room. He pulled the oxygen mask off and set it beside your head. “These nurses are going to get you settled. I have to go scrub in and then I’ll be right back, okay?”

You nodded. Connor turned to leave, but you stopped him. “Wait! I’m gonna be all loopy after, right? Like all those videos online?”

Connor cracked a smile. “Probably. It takes a bit for the anesthesia to clear your system, and you’ll get some pain meds.”

You scowled at that thought. “Okay. Do me a favor—don’t let those three see me while I’m still drugged and loopy. If they end up with something to tease me about, you are dead to me.”

Connor laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”

The next few minutes were a blur, and before you knew it, someone was asking you to count backwards.

As you started to wake, there was a new, different ache through your abdomen. You groaned and peeled your eyes open, meeting Connor’s bright blue irises.

“Welcome back. How’re you feeling?” he asked.

Scrunching your nose, you considered how to answer. “Hmm, a little sore. Sleepy. And cold. Can I go home soon?”

“How about we talk about that later?”

“Can I have a blanket?”

Connor gave you a sad smile. “Sorry. Not right now. You still have a fever.”

“Please?” you whined. Before he could answer, another thought hit you. “Hey, where‘re my brothers and Kelly?”

“You threatened me to not let them in here yet!” Connor huffed. “They will be waiting for you once we move you out of recovery.”

You vaguely remembered what you’d told Connor. “Oh, yeah.”

“It’s late. How about you try to get a little more sleep?” Connor suggested.

You gave him a lazy thumbs up before quickly falling back to sleep.

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Connor found Jay, Will, and Kelly in the waiting room. All three were scrolling through their phones. “Everything went perfectly. She is in recovery now, and a nurse will come get you when she’s back in a room.” Connor explained.

Will huffed. “Why can’t we go see her now? Or one of us at least?”

“Nope.” Connor shook his head. “She threatened me to not let you see her while she’s loopy. So, no. You’re waiting until she’s moved. It should only be about half an hour.”

“Come on. She probably won’t even remember anything she says.” Will argued.

“She wasn’t worried about what she’d remember. Seems to think her big brothers might tease her,” said Connor. “I promise, she’s fine. She was sleeping when I left a few minutes ago.”

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About an hour later, Jay, Will, and Kelly were sitting around your hospital room, waiting for you to wake up.

You jerked awake suddenly with a gasp. The sudden movement pulled on your stitches. “Shit. Ow.”

All three guys were beside you in an instant, your brothers on either side while Kelly took up the space at the foot of the bed.

“Are you okay?”

“Did you have a nightmare?”

“What hurts?”

In your half-awake state you weren’t even sure who had said what as they spoke over each other. You simply groaned in response.

“Can I check your incision?” Will asked. “Need to make sure you didn’t just pop a stitch.”

“Not like you’re going to take no for an answer,” you said. You pulled on the gown to get it out of his way. Due to the sleepiness or the pain meds, maybe both, you were slightly uncoordinated. He helped you pull the fabric aside so he could get access to your bandage.

Connor came into the room as soon as Will had pulled the gauze up. "I'm pretty sure that's my job."

“Sorry, she had a nightmare and jerked pretty hard when she woke up. I wanted to be sure.”

Connor checked the incision as well. “It looks good.” He turned his attention to you. “Scale of one to ten, how’s the pain?”

“Not bad. Maybe a three.”

Connor nodded. “When you need more pain meds, just use the call button or tell Will. I’m going to let you get some rest. I’ll be in to check on you in the morning.”

“Thanks, Connor.”

Jay, Will, and Kelly took turns shaking Connor’s hand as he headed out.

“Thanks, man,” said Will, following Connor to the door. “You here all night?”

Connor nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be in the ED.”

“Want to talk about it?” Jay asked as Will came back to your bedside.

“About what?”

“That nightmare,” Jay clarified.

“Oh. No, I don’t really remember most of it.” He looked like he didn’t believe you at all. You opted to change the subject before he could press. “Do I get to go home tomorrow?”

Will sighed, knowing you weren’t going to like his answer. “No. You’ll need IV antibiotics and monitoring for infection for at least a few days.”

“This sucks. What is the point of having a doctor for a brother? I want two fancy dinners.”

They all laughed.

“Sure. Next time you don’t feel well, are you going to just tell me up front?” Will asked.

“Eh, probably not.” You smirked. “But honestly, 9 times out of 10, it’s nothing.”

“Just continue to always tell me. I’ll loop them in if need be,” Kelly offered.

“‘If need be’?” You rolled your eyes. “You brought Jay over without even knowing anything!”

Kelly just shook his head. “I know you never leave work early. You had the stomach flu last year and didn’t even miss any work.”

“Well, clearly, you know me too well.”

“Clearly, it’s a good thing I do.”

“Alright, stop rubbing it in. You guys might as well go home and get some sleep,” you suggested despite not wanting to be alone.

“Nah, you’re stuck with us tonight,” Jay said.

Hoping your relief wasn’t obvious, you smiled. “You guys don’t have anything better to do than sit around and watch me sleep? Creepers.”

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Five days later, you were signing discharge papers as Jay and Will argued about which one of them you should stay with.

“I have a guest room,” said Jay. “You want to make her sleep on a couch?”

“No, jackass,” Will countered. “She can sleep in the bed, and I’ll take the couch.”

“My place means no one is sleeping on a couch.”

“Guys!” you interrupted. “I’m going to my own apartment.”

Will sighed. “You shouldn’t be alone, at least for a few days.”

“My couch is open,” you shrugged. “Fight over that, take turns. I really don’t care. But I am going home to my own bed.”

“I’m off tonight,” said Jay. “I’ll stay.”

“I’m off, too. I can stay.”

“Quit arguing,” you groaned. “I love you both, and I appreciate that you both want to help me. But I will kick you both out and call Kelly instead.”

“Sorry,” they said in unison.

“We will figure out a schedule,” said Jay.

“Awesome. Now, will you guys, please, get me the hell out of here?”

Will grabbed the wheelchair a nurse had brought in earlier. “Gladly.”

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Tagging a couple possibly interested people: @mertes4cker @halsteadlover @i-like-sparkly-things @hereforhalstead @fighterkimburgess @afriendlyneighborhoodhufflepuff @eagerforthesky

#halstead sister #Tell me a story bingo #jay halstead x reader #will halstead x reader #kelly severide x reader #one chicago #one chicago fanfiction #chicago fire fanfic #chicago pd fanfic #chicago med fanfic

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deanstead · 1 year ago

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Hello hello, I hope you're fine 🌸

I just had one little question for you, since I've just discovered your blog and I love your writing style. I wanted to read more but I can't access to any of your works from your old acount... It's pretty sad because they looked really interesting and great.

Do you know if I could read them or are they lost?

Sorry to bother you if you already answered this from other asks.

Have a lovely day~

Val 🌸

Hi Val, sorry for taking a while to get to this!

So I haven't updated all the links but for now the links work as long as you change resanoona to deanstead lmao.

Anxiety got to me so I had to get off tumblr for a bit but that's a short term fix you can use.

Thank you for liking my works! I hope to be able to continue writing soon!

#resa answers #lovelybaka

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enchantedblackrose · 3 years ago

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We Need You

Pairing: Kelly Severide/Fem Reader

Summary: Kelly responds to a fire at your workplace

Warnings: ? lmk if I'm forgetting something

A contribution to One Chicago Week 2002. Prompt used: chills. Huge shout out to @resanoona for helping this actually get edited. I thought I had a cute idea and this was a pain to write so I hope ya"ll like it.

Part 1|| Part 2

We Need You Part 1

It should have been a day like any other. But being a squad lieutenant at one of the busiest firehouses in Chicago didn't exactly promise Kelly Severide "normal" days. Or maybe what made this day worse than others was that Kelly was in love with you.

Bells rang at Firehouse 51. A building fire demanded truck, squad, and ambo. There was a slight hesitation in Kelly's pace as he kept going over the address in his head. Then, he felt his heart sink to his stomach; that address was your workplace.

For Kelly, the ride felt like it took an eternity. In reality, squad arrived at the scene in under three minutes.

The ten story building appeared to be engulfed by flames from all sides. Dark, heavy smoke poured out of windows. People were still exiting the building, but many were gathered just outside coughing, crying. Paramedics ushered everyone they could and began triage nearby. Kelly, hoping against hope, scanned the crowd for your face.

"Severide. Severide!”

Kelly's attention was pulled from the group of unknown faces to the man that just hollered his name. Casey gave him a quick 'what's the matter with you?' look.

"Y/n works here. Seventh floor."

Understanding and worry washed over Casey. "We'll find her, Kelly. She'll be okay." Kelly, not trusting his voice, only nodded in response. Casey resumed speaking to a man about the fire. Kelly listened while his eyes focused on the door, willing you to walk through it unharmed.

“Any way of knowing how many people were present?”

The man shook his head no.

“Know how the fire started? Did you smell anything, see anything?”

“I’m sorry, no. I can tell you the ground floor is just washrooms now and custodian closets. And the top two floors are completely vacant since-” The man erupted into a coughing fit.

“Thank you, sir for that information. Let’s get you checked out.” Sylvie appeared at the man’s side and escorted him to the ambo for a quick assessment.

Civilians stopped exiting.and Casey started giving out orders. Kelly instructed squad to gear up when a sudden blast of flames overtook the entire eastside of the building.

Kelly could not let any more time pass. His first instinct had been to run into the building, straight for your office. He tried to remain calm, assess the fire with Chief and Casey, and stayed outside as long as he could. Kelly would not wait any longer. He raced towards the building ignoring the protests of both Boden and Casey.

"Y/n could be in there!" he yelled back to them before disappearing into the smoke.

“Severide!” Boden barked.

“I’ll get him, Chief!” Cruz appeared on the other side of Casey, mask ready.

“No.” His voice made it clear there was to be no arguing. “We stick to the plan.”

“Copy that.”

“Excuse me? Are you in charge?” A woman in her late 40’s approached Boden and Casey.

“Yes, ma’am. I am,” Boden nodded.

“I spoke to all the other office managers and shift supervisors from the entire building. Everyone is accounted for except a woman…a y/ln from the seventh floor.”

~*~

The day was unseasonably warm, so when you were offered an early lunch break, you took it and taking advantage of the break in the weather, walked to your favorite pastry shop nearby.

You casually strolled back to the office, happily munching on bits of your chocolate croissant. As you neared the building, you were shocked to see a number of firetrucks and ambulances surrounding the street in front of the building. You had heard the sirens going while you were at the pastry shop, but you had no idea they had been called for your workplace. The sight caused chills up and down your back despite the warmer temperature. The chocolate croissant fell to the ground, as you felt your heart plummet. You spotted a face you knew, a face you never wanted to see at a fire. You saw Chief Wallace Boden.

Kelly's chief.

And that could only mean…

Suddenly you were running towards the trucks. It didn’t matter that firefighters you didn’t know stood in your path acting as a blockade. You would make it through. You would get to Kelly. You were instructed not to come closer. But the commotion warranted the attention of the Chief.

Boden’s eyes fell to you. A visible sigh of relief left him as he hollered for the firefighters from another company to let you pass. He had already previously radioed Kelly informing he was free to search for you and only you as all others had been accounted for. He wanted to give Kelly a time limit, but because it was you that Kelly was looking for, he hadn't wasted his breath. Casey, Cruz, and the other members of 51 were itching to get inside the blazing building, to safely retrieve both you and Kelly. The decision weighed heavily on Boden. He had been about to give an order when he had spotted you about to argue with those other firefighters. The timing was truly serendipitous.

When you reached the chief, tears had already started to fill your eyes. Boden placed a hand on your back.

He radioed. "Severide? She's here. She's alright. Do you copy?"

There was static, coughing, and finally the voice you were so desperate to hear. "I copy, chief. The wall behind me collapsed. My exit's blocked. I have to go around."

Boden sighed, not liking that Severide needed the extra time. He offered you the radio.

"Kelly? You get out of there. I mean it. Whatever it takes, you do it. We need you.”

The radio crackled and then Kelly’s voice rang out. “No matter what happens, know I love you, y/n.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself not to cry. Minutes seem to go by. The fire was unrelenting. Scared for Kelly's life, you welcomed Boden's much larger hand in yours and held tightly.

Through the thick smoke, Kelly appeared where a glass window used to be. Though you were still frightened, it was a welcomed sight. Mouch worked to get the aerial to him and you watched without ever taking a breath. You didn't relax until he was on the ground in front of you. He stripped off his gear with every step towards you until you were within reach. You clung to him and he welcomed your tight embrace. You pulled away to look him over. Your hands roamed his face, chest, arms, unable to believe he stood before you unhurt.

"I'm okay, y/n. I promise."

"That’s good," you said through a sniffle, "because…we really need you."

Kelly stared blankly back at you, momentarily puzzled by you echoing the same sentiment you gave over the radio. He assumed you were referring to yourself and his 51 family. Another possibility occurred.

"Are you…?"

You nodded and Kelly instantly placed a hand on your tummy.

Boden did a double take. "Kelly Severide, you S.O.B." He said with only affection. Kelly smiled wide and Boden pulled him for a hug, clapping a hand on his shoulder. Boden hugged you next with sincere congratulations.

"It's still early, Chief," you said shyly.

"I won't say a thing until you’re ready." You smiled and thanked him for understanding. He waved you off. "Severide, take the rest of shift off."

"Chief, you sure?"

"Consider it a gift." Boden said as he walked away.

Kelly wrapped you in his arms and kissed the top of your head. “You have made what I thought was going to be my worst day ever into the best. I love you, y/n.”

#kelly severide x reader #kelly severide x you #kelly severide #onechicagoweek

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sheetsonfire · 2 years ago

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The Red Strokes

Fandom: Chicago PD

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Genre: angst, romance, fluff

Word Count: 4611

Summary: Wires are crossed and assumptions are made, can the reader and Jay resolve what has been left unsaid?

A/N: I'm finally posting again, hooray! This is part of @resanoona's #resa.3kfiestabingo! I'm using this fic to fill the "Fight That Ends In A Kiss" square!

Oh, the blues will be blue and the jealousies green

But when love picks its shade it demands to be seen

Oh, the red strokes

Passions uncaged

Thundering moments of tenderness rage

Oh, the red strokes

Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)

Burning the night like the dawn

The Red Strokes by Garth Brooks

You sit in the passenger seat of Kevin’s car on the way back to the 21st, your mind is a whir of clouded thoughts that morph from one thing to the next until you ultimately settle back on that one thing that sticks into you like the mother of all thorns.

“Hey, Y/N?” Kevin approaches gently, he and Kim had debated about it that very morning whether he should say anything at all, but given how you and Jay were bickering at the scene today, he felt it necessary to at least try and help somehow.

“Yeah, Kev?” You ask almost robotically, still transfixed to the outside world blurring at the same speed as those thoughts in your mind, your chest ached something fierce.

“You can tell me to mind my business, and I want you to know I appreciate you and respect you, but…” Kevin pauses, clicking his teeth as he hesitates to finish.

You owed Kevin this much, he was your partner now and it was important to not shut out the one person you so intrinsically relied on from day to day. The irony of that code of conduct was not lost on you, given how you and Jay treated each other at the moment. “It’s okay, Kev, you can ask whatever’s on your mind.” You sigh, smiling sadly, waiting for the words you knew might come next.

Kevin takes a breath, calculating his words carefully, “I get not challenging Voight on the change of partner, he’s got his rules and his own decisions to make. I just don’t get what’s happening to you and Halstead, right now. This isn’t you, and it sure ain’t him, you two seem to be arguing over sharing the air that you breathe”

There’s a beat of silence, and you swallow. You can tell Kevin seems to be worried he’s overstepped, but you hold out a hand with a small shake of your head.

“You’re not wrong, Kev.” You say quietly as if uttering the words would destroy the wall you'd built to keep thoughts of Jay out.

“Did you ever ask him what was on his mind?” Your partner’s tone is soft, it’s not laced with accusation, only a simple reminder of things you had ignored in cowardice and fear.

“I-... He never asked me either, Kev. He didn’t even fight it, he welcomed it, couldn’t wait to call her ‘partner’, and show her the great land of the 21st District like he was some royal prince who had found better blood to share the kingdom with.”

The lack of an answer from Kevin only makes your words feel as petulant as they had sounded and felt coming out of your mouth.

“I’m sorry, Kevin. I know, you’re right. I didn’t ask him, and he didn’t ask me. We let it go, we let each other go and now I don’t how to change that. I get so angry when I see them together. She’s an amazing detective and she’s been nothing but good to me, and yet…I can't seem to shake it. What if they’re good together, and not just at work? I’m not making a fool of myself like that, man.”

Kevin hums in thought, “I can’t prove 100% there ain’t nothing going on, Y/N. But I’ve known Jay for a while now, just like you have, and I think he’s trying real hard to not push it with you. He’s not letting go, I think he’s trying to hold on to whatever’s left and let you do what you need to do. And you can slap me for saying it, but it can’t keep on like this, Y/N, or you’re gonna lose all of it.”

The words linger in the car, and your eyes sting with the beginnings of unshed tears. Atwater wasn’t wrong on anything. You had been so busy focusing on what Jay was or wasn’t doing, that you hadn’t done anything to help this situation either.

You needed to fix it, and fast.

[Flashback Dream]

When Hailey Upton gets assigned to Intelligence it’s immediately easy to see why she had been handpicked by Voight. Her quick thinking, unrelenting energy and knack for being unphased by what others thought of her made for good police work. Hank had clearly thought so too, given that at the end of that first week he decided she should join Jay as the only other detective in the unit and be his partner. Instead of you.

Voight tells you and Jay in his office one morning, and more hurtful than the news itself is Jay’s lack of reaction. In fact, he seems all too happy to nod and say, “Of course, Sarge, she’ll fit right in.” This leaves you with no choice but to nod and say “Of course, Sarge.” too, even if you actually wanted to say “What the fuck, Hank?” and “What the fuck, Jay?”

Throughout the day you wait for Jay to tug you aside in the break room, or in a corridor, or strike up a conversation in the basement as you gear up for a scene, but he never does. He never tells you that he hates the decision, he never tells you that he would miss you, that he wants you.

Of course, you could have chosen to tell him first, but that felt like an unthinkable option. The vulnerability of such a situation didn’t seem possible, so when Jay’s first move still doesn’t come you tell yourself to keep your mouth shut.

She’s better than you, that’s what you decide. Your first instinct is to turn your frustration and hurt inward, you make yourself respect Voight’s decision and tell yourself that it’s what you deserve. To lose Jay is your own doing, you weren’t good enough to be Detective Halstead’s partner, whether that be personal or professional.

“It’s good to have you on board, Upton. Welcome to Intelligence.” Jay was as ever the professional, shaking Hailey’s hand as he spoke. You watched from behind your computer as he smiled at her. There was some sort of recognition or connection there as if they’d met before.

You were about to return to work, choosing to force yourself to get over the juvenile feelings of jealousy and resentment, focusing on the notes in front of you. However, from across the way, you hear those fateful words that send you right back into a spin.

“Come on, partner, let me show you the locker room.” The words flow with ease as he gestures for Hailey to go first, not even glancing at you as he walks away.

Hank seems to sense your gaze, focusing on you for a moment with eyes that are knowing, that feel somehow judging and reproachful, they seem to say “This is exactly why he’s got a new partner.” without saying anything at all.

The air leaves you a little and the sting of embarrassment knocks you for six. You were an idiot for thinking Jay really liked being your partner, and you were a bigger idiot for thinking that there was something between you and him that would somehow survive Hank’s law of no relationships. Ironic considering you and Jay seemed to be the furthest away from a relationship than you’d ever been.

You swallow the last bitter and cold drops of your coffee, losing yourself in the brightness of your screen and the dancing profiles in front of you.

Heartbreak was not on your agenda for today, no matter how much your chest hurt.

[End of Flashback Dream]

You wake up from the memories with a sharp intake of breath, the hurt in your chest proves to be in the waking world as your anxiety thuds out a wild rhythm with your heart. You're unable to stop replaying the day it had all started to turn sour.

Things felt particularly scary this morning, after your talk with Kevin in the car, you had decided to extend the olive branch to Jay. You felt a good portion of the responsibility for the current predicament, in the moments of clarity and hindsight you could see Jay was simply following orders and respecting the decision that had been made.

It was you that had let the jealousy consume you, it was you that had turned every action into a slight on you.

You could have just asked Jay what he thought or felt, then you would have had an answer to react to. Instead, you had let him think the worst, and he had let you run rampant with your indignation.

Today was going to be different, you were going to make sure of it.

Walking up the stairs to the bullpen you had coffees and pastries for everyone, spotting that you were on time but still the last to appear.

You give everyone a smile as you set down the goods, responding to the “Good morning”s and the “Hey”s you received.

You meet Jay and Hailey’s eyes, offering them the same genuine greeting, complimenting Hailey on her hoodie which really did look cosy.

You could at least commend yourself on the fact that you had never taken any of this out on her, in fact, you both got on really well. She had only the misfortune of walking into whatever was going on between you and her new partner.

“Jay, can I borrow you for a moment?” You ask as disarmingly as you can, finally striking up the courage to really look at him for more than a few seconds, mustering a smile that wasn’t so totally laced with fear or sadness.

Jay swallows, nodding, “Uh yeah, of course, Y/N. Let me just-”

It’s your miserable luck as Voight comes out of his office holding files with a look of immediacy on his face.

“We’ve got a case, and the wheels are already rolling on this one, robbery-homicide wants our help. It’s going to be undercover, got us some rich white folks getting ripped and killed in the process. Jay and Hailey will do the UC.”

All of your personal thoughts are swept by the tide of work from the minute Hank slaps the first few victim profiles on the whiteboard, along with suspects and locations.

The case is in full swing for most of the week, you make sure to be a partner Kevin likes having and one that he deserves. He had always been good to you ever since you were put in the unit, but especially now he had been there for you and that wasn’t something you let yourself forget. He could have easily chewed you out a few times here and there but he hadn’t, only extending you patience and understanding instead.

The real speedbump test of your sanity comes when Jay is finally put undercover with Hailey on the third day of the investigation. They were supposed to pose as a couple trying to rent a highly-priced apartment. They would meet with the realtor who was in cahoots with the suspected gang and would scope out potential locations for a robbery.

The idea was that new residents were naive enough to share secure and private information with their realtor, exchanging details about their routines and their valuables that they wouldn’t otherwise share. That information would then be passed on, and the new residents would become the next targets on the hit list.

Of course, being a couple meant Jay and Hailey were going to be doing and saying couple-y things, and that had been particularly daunting for you after weeks of concealed pining and missing your partner's proximity.

You listened on the wire with Adam and Kim in the van with you, on the monitor you could see Jay and Hailey holding hands around the tour of the apartment, discussing excitedly where they were going to put valuable pieces of art, sculptures and historical artefacts in the office space.

They would exchange doting looks and the occasional kiss, each gesture only serving to drive pressure into your forehead between your eyes. It was surely giving you a migraine.

Still, you stayed the course, you supported your team when they needed it, and you did everything you needed to put the job first. The rest of the day was spent trailing the realtor around and following their digital footprint until eventually, you realise you had caught them on a greedy day.

Jay and Hailey’s appointment with the realtor had been an information-gathering exercise, that rip wouldn’t happen for the next few days, you had expected the investigation to carry on until the week’s end, but it turned out that the gang were in a daring mood.

Keen to try a previously planned rip on a different home that same afternoon, the gang’s activity had Intelligence moving fast to the next location.

You held onto Kevin’s shoulder as you followed him down the corridor on the ground floor of a three-floor mansion that had just been renovated. The air still smelled of paint and plaster as you shuffled in the now-darkening rooms toward the back of the property where the gang’s commotion could be heard.

Your team moved in unison and unspoken communication as you, Kevin, Adam and Kim flanked either side of the property.

Jay, Hailey and Hank had moved to the back of the property, and each small team had officers from robbery-homicide with them.

It’s over almost as quickly as it starts, the open plan nature of the property and the countless windows and doors made it easy to see inside and attack from the most ideal points.

The masked figures guarding the family drop like flies as officers pick them off one-by-one. You and Kim move fast toward the twin girls in the family, untying their bonds whilst Kevin and Adam get the parents.

Behind you is the commotion of Hank, Jay and Hailey’s team taking care of the other gang members who appear from upstairs on the property.

You clutch the child in your care to you, shielding them from any wayward bullets or unseen assailants until a chorus of “Clears” is yelled out by each of the leading officers.

The smell of gunsmoke is strong, you and Kim wrap the girls in your jackets until ambos can arrive to check them out, carefully leading them to their parents who sob in relief when they see their children are okay.

You turn to Kim to check she’s all good, then you scan the room to catch the eyes of the rest of your team, glad to see that everyone was fine.

The eyes that you catch last are the green ones that make your body hot and cold, your heart constricts as it remembers the deed it’s yet to do.

Then, Hailey is in view and she’s slinging an arm over Jay’s shoulder, clearly and rightly satisfied with the results of the bust.

The eye contact between you and Jay is broken as soon as it’s even made, you watch as Jay wraps his arm around her waist, laughing at something she says.

You don’t waste any more time on the feelings that were fighting their way back to the forefront of your mind. Instead, you turn back to the others to discuss the cleanup and the procedure that follows a bust.

Unaware that those green eyes had returned to watching you as you head out to direct forensics inside.

It’s late in the evening when you finally have a cocktail in hand, sat next to Kim as the bustle of the bar surrounds you and your team.

Everyone from Intelligence, except for Hank, was letting the pressure of the week’s work decompress with a few rounds at Molly’s. So it wasn’t even like you were the third wheel with Jay and Hailey. Yet somehow after that moment between them back at the scene, your sour mood had returned with full force.

Once you’d changed back into civilian clothes at the District, you were back to driving yourself crazy with your own petty thoughts, wishing like hell you could just let it all go.

You had yet to even see the evidence of a relationship between them that wasn’t professional, friendly or strictly undercover related. Beyond a good rapport, sincere eye contact and the occasional hug or playful punch, there was literally nothing else to report. All things of those things you and Jay had shared at one time or another, but those small things, rightly or wrongly, had become something big to you.

You found it hard to keep that forced laughter going, found it hard to even look at Jay for longer than a few seconds. You’d caught the way his face dropped each time you made eye contact, the way he’d take a long swig of his beer to swallow down whatever was on his mind. His apparent indifference was maddening.

Everything Hailey and Jay said or did somehow affronted you, and the more you tried to get a handle on your emotions the worse it somehow felt. Kim had sensed your distracted and irritated mood, doing her resolute best to turn your attention to her, Kevin and Adam - it had little effect.

“Hey, do you need an escape route?” Kim whispered, a gentle hand on the small of your back.

This would have been the moment to call it quits and head home for some much-needed sleep; but your nerves were frayed beyond the point of salvation, frozen in your seat and doomed to stew in your own jealousy, confusion and anger.

Shaking your head at Kim with a weak smile, holding onto the tattered shreds of appearing sociable and engaged, you take another sip of your cocktail. You focus on the tangy burn of the alcohol as you hear Hailey laugh at something Jay had said.

Adam gives Kim a look, and she worries her lip between her teeth. She couldn’t see how this would end well either, but you were nothing if not stubborn.

When it came down to it, this was all about your shaken confidence and your lack of ability to make the first move. You had tried so hard to protect yourself from your feelings towards Jay that now you were staring at a possible reality that you’d driven him away altogether.

You knew deep down that Jay had never pulled away, he was only keeping a respectful distance to honour the steps away from him you had taken - Kevin had been totally right about that, you were sure. You had wanted Jay to try harder, which wasn’t fair, and you hated yourself for it.

“-and that’s when Y/N said…well, Y/N, you tell them, you can do the story justice.”

Several seconds pass when your brain offers the information that someone had been talking to you. That someone is Adam. You snap your head up from your staring at the watermarks on the table, seeing that your friends were waiting for your input with expectant, somewhat waning happy faces.

“Uh, ha, yeah. So-... actually guys, I’m sorry, I need some fresh air. Be right back, you all get a round on me.” You stand, feeling the alcohol in your legs, still mostly sober but weighed down by everything else.

You’re haphazardly fishing cash out from your pocket, passing it to Kim with a nod as you wander hurriedly towards the front door of Molly’s, the panic and upset bubbling to the surface. You don’t look back at the confused expressions or the worried murmurs between the group and some of the other patrons who knew you.

As soon as you’re outside you feel the embarrassment wash over you like pins and needles, the pit in your stomach feels like it could devour you from the inside out. You’re feeling childish, you’re feeling wronged, you’re feeling stupid, and you’re feeling the fire in so many directions you’re not sure where it’s going to land first.

Unfortunately for Jay, he chooses that exact moment of your conflict to try and catch up with you outside.

“Y/N? What’s going on, come on, talk to me we can’t keep doing this-”

You know it isn’t his fault and not even close to the accuracy of the situation, but your mouth doesn’t get the memo and the venom passes your lips before you can stop it.

“Talk to you, Jay? Don’t even say that to me! You don’t look at me, talk to me, or acknowledge me for weeks, and now I’m supposed to talk to you? Did you suddenly get bored of playing house with Hailey? Am I going to be the next best option, huh? I don’t think so! I’m not stupid and I’m not something you can pick and choose when the mood takes you. So just go back inside and leave me be!”

The words linger in the cold air between you and Jay. You watch his eyes harden, and his jaw becomes terse in that you’ve seen many times before. In an instant you know you’ve struck a nerve, and Jay doesn’t seem to be feeling in the mood for coddling you and your sensitivities.

As if to confirm your thoughts he scoffs, looking away for a moment before turning back to you, fire in those green eyes that makes your heart thud nervously for what was about to be dished back to you. He steps forward, pointing an accusing finger that might as well have been a knife stuck into you.

“You’ve got guts, you know that? I didn’t split us up, Y/N, that wasn’t our fault but you let it be mine! I tried hard to be patient, to be understanding, I didn’t want to be someone else’s partner either. But you know what? This isn’t fucking high school, we’re adults, and you let it become something bigger than it had to be. I wasn’t the one who pulled away, Y/N, and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna stand here and be told that I don’t give a fuck about you when it couldn’t be further from the truth!”

You stand in silence, nostrils flaring as you flounder for a fight, flight or forgive response.

Lips pressed together, looking away as you kick at the loose stones on the sidewalk. “Well, that’s great to know, great to know that I could have been something to you this whole time, and now it’s tough shit because somebody else beat me to it.”

Jay scrubs a hand over his face, moving in one stride to tilt your chin and make you look at him, the hurt still laced with anger in his tone. “I never said I was with Hailey, and that’s because I’ve never been with Hailey! What do you want me to do, Y/N? What’s it gonna take to make you see? Why the hell do you think Voight split us in the first place, or did you forget how he treats partners who get too close? Did it ever occur to you that I didn’t fight him on it because it was the truth?”

He studies you and you study back, both of you are panting from the yelling and the adrenaline surging between you. You could see that he really was upset about everything you’d put him through, and you could feel the frustration with yourself bubbling over, you had put him through hell and for what? Your wounded pride had shown itself to be quite the problem.

When you don’t speak, Jay’s nostrils flare in dismay, shaking his head, “Say something, Y/N, I can’t-”

You’re done with talking, you’re done with dancing around it all, simply grasping Jay tightly by the collar of his jacket as you tug him those last few inches until your lips are pressed desperately to his, feeling him moan with what can only be described as a growl in his throat as he kisses back, hands gripping your waist roughly as he puts all of his energy into you.

The air outside is biting, but the heat of Jay so close to you is enough to make you forget. Your clutching fingers eventually relax to rest on his shoulders and neck, pulling back to look at him with wild and worried eyes.

You wait for the anger to remain, or for him to declare it “Too little too late”, but he doesn’t. Giving you the courage to speak as you see a smile start to grace his lips, “I’m sorry, Jay. I’m so sorry for everything.”

Your thumb strokes the nape of his neck as you wait for a reaction, Jay’s hands are holding you securely, virtually pressed chest to chest in the middle of the sidewalk with the world still spinning around you. Illuminated by the streetlights and the glow of Molly’s as he studies your face.

He leans in, kissing you softer now, peppered kisses to your jaw and to your cheeks, “I appreciate you’re sorry, and I’m sorry too…but, Y/N, I don’t need you to be sorry anymore-”

There’s a slight pause that makes your heart drop, maybe he was going to reject your apology and tell you that it wasn’t going to work. What if-

Jay’s quick to fill the pause and stop your anxiety dead in its tracks. “-I just need you to be mine, if that’s what you still want too.”

Your breath is caught, and your legs are jelly with the nerves and realisation that this was actually finally happening.

The sound of a door behind you is followed by Kim’s voice, “Are you guys good?” She tests, noticing quite smugly that you’re clutching at each other.

“We’re good, Kim. Go away now, love you.” You holler, still looking at Jay in awe.

You hear Kim’s laugh and the sound of the door opening again, “Going away, love you too!” Hearing the door clunk shut as if it put you back in the safe bubble with Jay again.

“So?” Jay asks softly, waiting with bated breath.

You swallow, nodding eagerly and unashamed of that eagerness. “I want to be yours, please. If that’s what you still want.”

Jay chuckles, “It is, it really is.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, letting you fold into his embrace as you hold him tight, nestling your cheek against his chest.

“Mhm, this is nice.” You remark, shivering in Jay’s arms. Jay snorts, “It is, but how about we do it in the warmth of my apartment? Or yours?”

You hum in thought, “Yours sounds good, you still owe me a drink and takeout from our missed hangout last week.”

Jay’s eyebrows go up in a silent point being made, the reason you hadn’t met up was that you were busy sulking.

“Yeah yeah, I know, it’s my fault… But I'm still sad we missed it, your couch is bigger than mine. Takeout’s on me this time, might be some dessert in it for you.” You tease, letting that innuendo sit.

Jay nods with a grin, “Sounds like a good deal. Come on, let’s go home.”

You reach for one of Jay’s hands, another silent squeeze of apology.

He holds your hand tight as you both cross the road to get to his truck, you had hitched a ride with Kevin and didn't have your car anyway.

You make a mental note to text the others later to apologise for bailing early and taking Jay with you.

You were sure they wouldn’t mind, instead being thankful that the war was over between you, in favour of you both being annoyingly in love and mercifully quiet instead.

Fin.

A/N: Whew, I hope the ending wasn't too lame! Here's to hopefully writing more stories to see the year out!

tags: @resanoona - @elius-learns-to-write - @dumb-fawkin-bitch - @enchantedblackrose

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