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sheetsonfire · 2 years

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The Wrong Door

Fandom: Chicago PD

Pairing: Jay Halstead x GN Reader

Genre: Humour, fluff, romance

Word Count: 3643

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, Stel’?” You answer quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh god. No. No way.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” You ask, somewhat curious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fin.

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thena0315 · 11 days

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Chicago PD Season 11 Wrap Up Party

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adri-2022 · 2 years

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Uninvited Guest

Fandom: Chicago PD

Characters: Jay Halstead / Daughter!Reader / Hailey Upton / Will Halstead / CPD / CFD / MED

Warnings: Slight swearing/ mention of depression/ mention of addiction/ mention of abandonment

Word count: 2040

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A/N: Hello beautiful people! Here is a request from @hngbrooks . Hope everyone likes it.

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Walking across the stage of your high school graduation ceremony you felt blessed. Looking through the crowd for your family and beaming as you made eye contact with your dad. Jay felt proud of you, as proud as he could be, his daughter had accomplished one life goal in a long list of good things to come. Right at his side was your uncle Will and Hailey -your dad’s girlfriend- the other two people who meant the absolute world to you right here sharing this moment with you. As the students reunited with their families you ran to yours tackling your dad in a big embrace which he returned immediately.

“There’s my girl. Let’s get to Molly’s” he whispered the first part to only you and looked at his brother and girlfriend nodding as a sign to leave.

“Wait Molly’s?” you asked confused as Hailey threw her arm around your shoulders guiding you out to the parking lot

“Yep, Trudy and I went all out on your celebration party. Everyone put a little of their own help in it” she said chuckling as she remembered Trudy barking orders at the girls from Med, PD and CFD

“You guys didn’t have too, honestly” you said shyly as you all reach your dad’s truck. Smiling slightly as you heard your uncle scoff from beside you

“Nonsense, you deserve it” Will responded winking at you and kissing your head before you all climbed into the truck pulling off to the familiar bar.

You couldn’t be more grateful because even though life had thrown stones in your way you had finally graduated from high school and one step closer to your life goals. Knowing you owed everything to your dad who hadn’t given a second thought to always saying present to every moment of your life. You were blessed to have not only your immediate family -uncle Will, your dad and his girlfriend Hailey- but you were also part of a bigger family which was your Chicago chosen family.

Here's the thing, a little back story, when your “mother” found out she was pregnant she made it clear from that moment that she wouldn’t be a part of your life. You knew that a couple of weeks after you were born she packed her stuff and left with no trace behind. Your dad had shared the story when you were mature enough to understand both sides of the story and to know that it hadn’t been your fault she left, making sure you knew you weren’t guilty of it.

She had her own struggles with depression and addiction but that’s a story for another time, she wasn’t prepared to be a mother period. Jay tried looking for her but at the end he gave up if she didn’t want to be part of your life then that was on her. You thrived nonetheless, which brought you to the now, all of your family in one place. Each people in their own conversations but nonetheless being in the moment to celebrate you.

“Here’s to my beautiful, smart and not so baby girl. I’m so proud of the young woman you turn out to be. I couldn’t be happier to call you my daughter. To Y/N!” Jay spoke raising his beer at you as the Intelligence table -plus Will- cheered for you.

“Thanks dad” you said as you wrapped your arms around his waist tucking yourself in his chest as he pecked your head.

“Love you baby” whispered as he caressed your back slightly

Because you had turned out better than he initially thought possible. Even if most times he doubted himself as a single father you both managed to make it work and today was prove of all of it.

Everything was going smoothly, you had gone around the bar sharing laughs with some of 51 and med. Until a strange and uninvited guest appeared through Molly’s door, Jay instantly tensed up at the sight of the woman. She must’ve been familiar to the people on the bar because everything went silent and there was an uncomfortable feeling lingering. As she made eye contact with you, she proceeded to get closer making you take a step back -you didn’t know who she was-. Your dad and uncle took a step in front of you, Hailey rushing to your side while you took her hand.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Jay harshly said,

“Y/N baby. It’s me, mom” she ignored Jay, talking directly to you.

At the words she spoke your eyes widened looking at the back of your dad’s head. He shook his head, jaw tense and a glare on his face -not believing the audacity of the woman-. How dare she? Come back after 17 years and pretend nothing happened. No one dared say anything but you knew the feelings were all mutual, everyone felt some kind of way towards the woman standing a couple of feet in front of you.

“You lost that privileged a long time ago” Will said, glancing over his shoulder making sure his niece was alright

“Sarah, I think you should leave” Kelly spoke trying to de-escalate the situation. There were too many emotions running high and he wanted to protect you from it all, as everyone else.

“C’mon Y/N. The least you can do is help me! I’m ready to be your mom.” she said almost hatefully, making you flinch slightly

“Hey, cut it out-” Jay yelled said before being interrupted by you

“Seriously!” you said tears in your eyes that you refused to let free as you looked at Sarah, a relieved look crossed her face -she really thinks I’ll pretend too- you thought

“Honey-” she said trying to reach for you being met with Jay pushing her hand away

“Don’t even think about it” he said warningly, towering over her shaking his head

“I’m her mother, besides I just need a couple of dollars” she said scoffing, which broke your heart along with the shaky breath that left your lips.

She wasn’t here for you, she just needed money. It made you sadder at the thought of looking at the woman who gave birth to you standing here and not feeling anything familiar towards her. She was a stranger, a stranger with a biological tittle that at the end of this night didn’t mean anything at all.

“No. It’s too late. Are you serious right now?” you exclaimed a pissed look on your face mixed sadness

“Get over it Y/N, I wasn’t ready” she said rolling her eyes

“And you think dad was!? Do you think he was ready to be a dad and a mom for me! Do you think I was ready to grow up without a mom. Huh?”

“Y/N, I’m here now, am I not?” she answered nonchalantly shrugging her shoulders

“You don’t get to abandon your daughter and then show up 17 years later pretending it didn’t happen! Are you kidding me Sarah” the situation was turning into a screaming match and everyone knew it wouldn’t end well.

“I’m your mother!” she yelled pointing at you stepping towards you

“Hey! Don’t yell at my daughter” Jay shouted on top of her screams putting his hand in front of you to prevent her from coming any closer. Sarah was about to say something to Jay when you interrupted her

“No! You are selfish! Not everyone that gives birth is a mother you’re living prove of it! She is my mother, she is my mother too and her, and her. Every woman in this place is my mother! I don’t need you to come and try to fix things and pretend we’re family…can you please leave!” you exclaimed as tears rolled down your cheeks

“You!” she pointed angrily at Jay and then looked at Hailey with hatred in her eyes. She saw how you held hands with her and she felt replaced, not that it mattered.

“You made my daughter cry. You better leave now!” Jay pointed towards the door before starting to go back towards you

Now standing next to you his arm around your shoulders running his hand up and down your arm as you rested your head on his shoulder. The others tried to slightly guide Sarah out of the bar, but of course she didn’t want to leave without making a scene.

“You think you’re special. What are you, my replacement!” she screamed at Hailey, as Will and Kelly tried to guide her out of the bar. This made the detective leave her spot from beside you stepping towards Sarah, now toe to toe with the woman. The force of Hailey’s glare made her recoil slightly, Hailey was intimidating when she wanted to be.

“There was nothing to replace. Leave. Now” Hailey said in a tone so cold it made shivers go down your spine.

“I’ll kick her ass if she doesn’t leave chuckles” Trudy said unamused as she stood next to Hailey arms crossed matching her usual cold tone and stoic face

“You won’t be doing it alone, Platt!” Leslie said from the bar, making Gabby and Kim nod in agreement

“Damn right!” Maggie commented from one of the other tables agreeing with her friends

If Sarah wanted to make a big deal, they were ready turn it into a big deal. You had practically the whole city at your corner and they would have your back no matter what. Because while the man were “politely” trying to get Sarah out the woman were ready to jump the woman.

With one last look towards your figure tucked at your dad’s side she scoffed turning around and leaving.

“And…the witch is gone!” Adam yelled, making everyone chuckle slightly, including you.

“I think you meant the bitch!” Leslie muttered but since the bar was so silent her comment was heard by everyone in the bar.

Gabby elbowed Shay giving her a ‘are you serious’ look and gesturing towards you. Because after all she was still the woman who gave birth to you and the last thing they wanted was to offend you or make you feel worse.

“Shit. I’m sorry Y/N, she’s not a bitch” she shook her head raising her hands in surrender as you gave her a small smile.

“Nah I think she is a bitch” you agreed,

“Hey. Swear jar miss” Jay said looking down amusedly at you while everyone tried not to laugh, slowly returning to their own conversations.

Jay guided you to the table and sat next to you thinking how Sarah had ruined the night for you, he wished he could change things like this, but sometimes they were inevitable. Hailey sat on the other side taking your hand and giving it a slight squeeze to which you smiled before letting go.

“Damn sarge. I wanted to see you throw hands” Kevin said to Trudy as she passed next to the intelligence table ruffling your hair teasingly and winking before walking back to Mouch.

“Even I was ready to throw hands and I don’t even know the woman” Vanessa said raising her hand, while you laughed.

As the table started talking between themselves Jay glanced at you caressing your head at the contact you too glanced at him.

“You okay, hon?” he asked low enough to just be heard by the both of you. You smiled nodding

“So that’s Sarah, huh” you sighed, Jay following suit

“I’m sorry” he turned his eyes away sadly before meeting your eyes again

“Don’t be dad. Now that I met her…I’m really glad she didn’t raised me. I wouldn’t change my life for anything dad. You are the main reason I am, who I turned out to be today” you said resting your head on his shoulder as he sighed. Resting his head on top of yours and closing his eyes trying to hold the tears,

“And you are my greatest accomplishment. From this point on I’ll just be prouder of you than I already I’m” a smile on his face, that you matched. As your head still rested on your dad’s shoulder your eyes casted around the bar, looking at the faces and all the people that had made your life as blessed as you could’ve wished.

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Tacones Rojos

Fandom : Chicago PD TV Word count : 4,242 words Pairing : Jay Halstead x reader Author's note : This is the sixth one shot of "Will you follow through if I fall for you" fic continuation. It would be better if you read it first. But if you don't, here's the quick summary. Warning : There is an implied/referenced suicide here. I won't be offended if you back away from the fic because of this. The reference is tiny, non explicit. But it's better to be overcautious than underestimating a possible trigger. I love you, please take care of yourself!

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Jay opens the door and lets himself into the house. It has been a good day at work. For once, Chicago's finest criminals are not making too much fuss. The Intelligence Team could get off of work before sundown. They decide to go out for dinner to celebrate Voight’s birthday, which should have been last month, but they were just too busy before.

"Babe?" Jay calls you out.

"Bathroom!" You holler back to let him know where you are. "Thank god you are here early. I thought I had to pick you up at the precinct."

"You haven’t had dinner yet, have you?" Jay walks further into the house. "The team is..." He pauses at the bathroom door, whistling at the vision in the mirror.

There you are in a black dress, sporting a low neckline. The dress has tiered skirts that fall above your knees. It looks lavish yet still modest. Jay fails to figure out how you do it. All he knows is that you look stunning.

Standing behind you, Jay wraps his arms around your waist. "Hi, gorgeous," He kisses your neck. "God, you smell wonderful." Jay moves to kiss the other side. "Not that I mind this lovely welcome, but what's the occasion?"

"You don't remember?" You look to your side without moving away from his embrace.

Jay frowns, "What? I didn't forget your birthday, did I?" He jokes.

You turn around, resting your hip on the bathroom counter. One of your eyebrows raises, full of judgment.

"I'm pretty sure it is not our anniversary?" Jay asks meekly.

Now both of your eyebrows turn into an arch.

"Well, I'm sorry I don't remember," In an attempt at his apology, Jay brings your hands to his lips. "Please..."

"I have this invite from The Tribune, a dinner party for their contributors," You let go of his hands. Turning back to face the mirror, you put on the last touch of your makeup. "I told you about this, right? They invited me since I am writing for their music column now."

"Ah, yes," Jay grimaces. "That is tonight?"

"Yeah. I thought you were here early because you remembered."

"Sorry," Jay shrugs his shoulders. "I was going to take you to the Chop House. The team is celebrating Voight’s birthday tonight."

"Wasn’t it like a few weeks ago? I remembered sending him a bottle of malt for a gift." You glance at Jay's reflection in the mirror as you put on a pair of earrings.

"It was, but we haven’t had the chance to celebrate it until tonight."

"Well, I guess we have to skip his party then." You usher Jay and walk with him to step out of the bathroom.

"Let’s go to Chop House first, just to say hi. Then we will go to your party." Jay proposes his plan.

You scoff at his idea. "It is not my party. It is the Chicago Tribune Contributors Dinner." You sit carefully on the couch before putting on a pair of red strappy heels. "It is a formal dinner, Jay. Suit and tie and invites and all." You gesture to your whole look from top to toe. "You cannot be as late as you want."

You stand up and continue your ranting. "Seriously, I don’t know why I expect any difference this time. It is such a classic thing Jay Halstead would do. You always think about your team first. Everything else comes second."

"Hey, that’s not true!" Jay snaps back. "Look, I’m sorry I forgot about your dinner invites, but it doesn’t mean I care more about my job than about you." Jay is perplexed to find out how dinner invitations could turn into spats. Is it so unforgivable to forget something?

"I tried, Jay. I tried as much as I could to understand that your job comes first. I accepted that your team is your family. I get it, Jay! I wish you could give me even a tiny part of that same devotion you have for them."

"Well, it seems you understand nothing, huh, Y/N?" Jay gets provoked by the high tension. "Because all I heard here is that you complained about all the time spent at my job. Do you want to talk about my work? Then I should have brought about your job in the first place." Jay points his finger in your direction. "I never say anything when you have gone abroad for weeks to make some music and million dollars. So maybe, it is you who is not devoted to this relationship."

You feel enraged by his accusation. You wanted to fight back, but fighting with words is not your best forte. You would only end up choking and crying, which you have no time for now.

"You know what? I cannot do this with you right now." You check your purse. "I’m almost late. Please send my apologies to your team." You grab a coat on your way out. "Don't forget to lock up when you go."

With that, you leave the house and your angry boyfriend in it.

◢◤

“What are you doing here? I thought you had an important dinner date with your Dancing Queen?” Hailey asks Jay when he comes to the steak house by himself.

"Stop calling her that." Jay scolds his partner.

"Well, she danced, and she acted like a diva. I'm just calling what I'm seeing." Hailey shrugs.

"You never saw her dance, you liar!" Jay laughs. "For a DJ, she is an awful dancer."

"But you agree that she is a diva wannabe," Hailey points out what Jay left out.

"No, she is not. Just because she is the only famous musician you met doesn't mean she is a diva." Jay rolls his eyes. "You should give her a chance, Hailey. You keep offending her like this without getting to know her personally. It is not fair, you know?" Jay defends his girlfriend.

"Well, if she were here now, I would." Hailey takes a sip of her beer.

“No, you would not,” Jay calls out her bullshit.

“No, I probably wouldn’t,” Hailey admits with a cunning grin. “So you bailed on the dinner date, huh?”

“It was more like I forgot. But apparently, that is a punishable crime.” Jay frowns in disgust.

“Ah, lovers’ quarrel. I will not touch that with a ten-foot pole." Hailey raises her hands. “You guys are fun to watch, like a teenage drama. Sickeningly sweet in one episode, then broke up in the next one.”

Jay rolls his eyes, “We are not breaking up. We are just having a spat.”

“The fact that you pointed it out makes you sound like a teenage boy,” Hailey teases him. “Relax. The thing about a diva is that they are fickle. By tomorrow, you will be madly in love again."

“Ergh, I don’t know why I bother to talk to you about this.” Jay waves his hand, terminating their conversation. "You are not helping,"

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Two hours into the event, you are getting bored already. The party is fun, and the food is alright, but your heart's not in it. Mostly, it was because you left home with a bitter taste of fighting with your boyfriend. Deep down, you understand that you are not being fair to Jay. His job is hard on your relationship, but your frequent trips abroad for your job are also not easy to handle. Neither of you nor Jay is entitled to feel singled out. This evening spat was just you losing grip of your insecurity, and you lashed it out at Jay.

However, you are too upset to admit that you are in the wrong as much as Jay. Right now, your fight response still runs high. It is almost 9.30 PM. It would be too late to visit your usual jiu-jitsu dojo. The one near Grant Park might still be open, though, you remind yourself. Sparring for an hour and a half would be good before you face Jay. That way, you hope to get rid of any negative energy. Then, you can talk to Jay more openly.

You leave the party around 10 PM. Instead of calling a cab, you walk to the bus stop. There is a gas station and a minimarket across the street. You decide to drop by for a bar of chocolate. It is far from the artisan dark chocolate you have at home, but you always have this craving for chocolate at an upsetting moment. Chocolates, and physical fights, are now becoming your antidepressant.

You smile at the middle-aged guy at the cash register who hands you your purchase. The bell above the door clinks as three guys step into the store. They go straight to the alcohol section.

The guy at the register sighs loudly. He looks about the same age as Jay’s brother, Will, but the suffering on his face might add a few years more. “Delinquents,”

You nod your understanding and offer him another smile in farewell. “Have a good night,”

The street is pretty deserted as you walk to the bus stop. Not a lot of people walk around. There are only a couple of cars passing by. You open and take a bite of the chocolate bar, waiting for your bus to come. You notice the guys are leaving the store with beer bottles in their hands. They cross the street and hang around the bus stop.

Before long, the catcalls begin.

“Where are you going, long legs?” One of them asks you. “Those heels, woohoo. I could climb those legs forever,”

Ignoring them should be the right way to go, you think. As the wind picks up, you tighten your coat to warm yourself.

“I wonder, what's under the coat? What do you think, dude?” The punks talk to each other.

“Tight dress,”

“Lace,”

“Nothing, maybe?”

"Eeeey!" They trade high fives and cackles, supporting the others' wild imaginations. All while they are stepping closer to where you stand.

From across the street, you hear the cash register guy shout, “Hey, leave her alone, you scoundrel!”

You understand how this looks. Some crooks are harassing a woman. People with high morals will try to help, of course. It is normal to assume a young woman will be helpless. But this time, they have the wrong assumption. Because as far as you can see, there are no vulnerable women around here.

Honestly, you feel giddy. You might not have to go to the dojo for a fight after all.

“What are you gonna do, old man?” One of the punks challenges him. He dares to grab your ass, taunting the cash register guy.

Yes, you got your fight! You are fist-pumping internally.

In a blink of an eye, the guy who touches you drops down on the pavement, holding his hand in pain. His friends look shocked for a moment. But being beaten down by a girl would be embarrassing.

“You, bitch!”

Naturally, they quickly strike back.

The fight is pretty one-sided. Three street thugs are no match for one jiu-jitsu purple belt. A throw down this way. Another sweep that way. One chokehold here. Lock that arm there. If they resist, then broken bones are unavoidable. It is not your fault that they decide to disturb a woman who just happened to be a jiu-jitsu student.

Until the punk that first went down gets back up to point a gun at you.

You let out a groan, “Seriously?” You hate guns. It is not because you are afraid of them or have any doubt about your bare hand fighting skill. You know it would only take you five seconds to unarm that guy. But firearms are loud and they tend to get messy. The ringing in your ears, the smell of powder residues, not to mention the blood stains. Ughh.

You make a side step forward as the man pulls the trigger. A slight miscalculation on your side allows the bullet to graze your arm. But in 20 seconds, the gun finds its way to your hand. The previous holder of the gun is down on the pavement with his palm under your pointy heels. The guy yells in pain, calling all deities and dirty words in the same sentence.

“Drop the gun!” You look up to find a cop car on the side of the road, and two police officers point their guns at you. “Drop the gun and show your hands!” The officer repeats.

You release the magazine from the gun before tossing it to the ground. That skill you learn not from the dojo but instead from your boyfriend. One of the officers then moves to secure your hands behind your back with cuffs.

“Oww,” You moan once you feel the wound on your arm.

◢◤

Trudy Platt is doing a crossword puzzle at her station when she sees a couple of her patrol officers bring a familiar face into the station. She stops the officers on their way, “Hey, Reyez, what happened here?”

“Dispatch called for a possible assault at South Western Avenue. Found this lady beating down three guys. All of them were at The Med now. One was unconscious. Another one ended up with a broken arm. The other’s leg was…” The officer shivers as he remembers the abnormal angle the guy’s leg was.

“Have you asked her to explain what happened?”

“She refused to talk outside this specific precinct, Sarge,” Officer Harris answers the sergeant.

Platt throws a disbelieving look at her officers and you.

“Hi, Sergeant Platt,” You grin at Trudy. “I’d wave, but…” You wiggle as much as you can, being restrained by Officer Harris.

“Why, you little diva,” Platt sighs out loud. She returns to her desk to make a phone call.

“Should I continue to process her, Sarge?” Officer Reyez asks.

Sgt. Platt waves her hand dismissively, “Just put her in the holding cell for now,”

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The ringing of Voight's cell phone interrupts the laughter at their table. Their meals have been polished by now. They are still around for glasses of wine, fingers of bourbon, and lots and lots of beer. They might've as well moved to a bar, but they're too full to get up from their chairs.

"Voight," The leader answers his phone. The team watches him, hoping they don't get called for a case.

Voight listens in silence for a few moments until he lets out an "Excuse me?" in an indignant tone. "What was that again?"

It seems the person on the phone repeats the same message because Voight shakes his head as if to disagree. "Okay, just stay put. We'll be right there,"

"Please don't tell me we got a case, Sarge. My ribeye has not fully digested yet," whines Adam as he pats his stomach.

"No, no. We're still on stand down. It's just Platt needed me back at the station," Voight pushes himself out of the chair. He opens his wallet and hands his credit card to Kim. "One more round, then wrap this up. Can't let you alcoholics break my wallet," The team laughs at him. Voight nods his head in Jay's direction. "Halstead, you need to come with me,"

"Sarge?" Jay stands up from his chair, confused.

"Good night, guys. See you tomorrow," Voight waves goodbye and leaves the table. He doesn't wait to see if Jay follows him. Voight expects him to.

Jay looks around questioningly at the table. However, the rest of the team is as perplexed as him.

"Go." Hailey ushers him to follow their leader. "Give us a call if you need help,"

"Hopefully you won't, but yeah, man, let us know if you need anything," Adam echoes the sentiment.

Jay quickly catches Voight on his way out of the restaurant.

"You good to drive, Halstead?" Voight asks him.

"Legally? Probably, no. But, I'm good, Sarge," Jay admits to his leader. He might be a little tipsy, but he drove in a worse state before, and it was fine.*)

"Okay then, meet me back at the station," Voight orders him. "Safely, Jay," He emphasizes his point.

"Yes, sir. Can I ask what this is about, Sarge?" Jay cannot hold his curiosity.

"I'll tell you when we get to the precinct," Voight leaves Jay with that.

◢◤

"Ah, good, you're here," Trudy greets them from her desk as soon as she sees Voight and Halstead. She hands a piece of paper for them to read.

Jay widens his eyes as he reads the report, "What the fuck is this?"

"You sort it out. It's not like I have no other papers to file anyway," Platt waves them to the holding cell direction.

"Sarge, this cannot be true, right?" Jay questions his boss.

"Let's ask Y/N," Voight leads them to the temporary cell.

They walk inside the precinct and stop in front of the iron bars. There is only one person there, and it's you.

"Y/N!" Jay calls your name. "You okay?"

"Hi, Jay! Fancy seeing you here. I'm great! Bullet wound and all," You grin from the bench inside the holding cell. "Oh, good evening, Sergeant Voight," You wave to the elder man.

"If you don't want to come to my birthday dinner, you should've said so, Y/N. No need to make some fuss with this arrest." Voight quips.

You snort a laugh, "Sorry, sir."

"Can we not joke about this? I thought you were at the Tribune party, Y/N. Why are you on the street getting shot and beating people up?" Jay sounds agitated.

"Well, they were bothering me with the catcalls. It was creepy as hell. Then one of them got physical. So I got physical too, you know what I mean?" You shrug your shoulders.

"Yeah, I know. I read the report," Jay huffs in exasperation.

"In an actual, official report? Oh, wow. I didn't expect that." You sound impressed with yourself.

"Of course, there is a report. You almost killed three men!! Do you understand that??" Jay is getting more hysterical.

"Almost is the operative word," You calmly point out.

Jay pinches his nasal bones in distress. "Can I get her out of here, Sarge?" He finally asks Voight.

Voight watches their banter with his hands in his pockets. He takes a moment to ponder.

"Hey, Y/N. What brought up this urge to kill?" Voight questions you.

"Sir?" You don't catch what he meant.

"I know you hold a purple belt. You practice jiu-jitsu a lot. Usually, you are more patient and tolerant than this," Voight elaborates. "So, I asked again, what happened tonight?"

You know what happened tonight. Pent up frustration at Jay and at yourself that has been left unsolved. If you didn't leave the house angry at your partner, you probably would not have to spend the night in a police station.

You keep your mouth shut, not interested in letting Voight know the truth. You look down at your feet, breaking eye contact with the sergeant. Your feet are bare since the officers asked you to take your heels off. Assault weapons, they said. You stepped your weight on someone's palm and broke their fingers along the way. Killer heels indeed.

Jay also decides to look away from you and Voight. The sergeant notices this. So both of them understand the reason, which clued him in on why this happened.

"I see how it is," Voight exhales. "Alright, I give you an out this one time, Y/N. Next time you beat thugs on the street, try harder not to kill them, okay? Refrain yourself to bump and bruises only,"

Jay gapes at his leader, "Sarge!" He cannot believe Voight is validating your violent action.

You throw a half smile at Voight, "Thank you, sir,"

"And make sure you come to the next team hangout, whenever that happens." Voight continues his order.

"I'll try, Sarge,"

"No, no. Don't just try. You have to be there," Voight corrects you. "First third rounds shall be on you. That's the least you can do after crashing my party," Voight then leaves the couple to sort that damn paper Platt has on her desk.

Jay goes with him to find the officer who holds the cell key. When he gets the door open, he notices your feet are bare. "Where're your shoes?"

"Don't know," You shake your head. "Evidence, maybe?"

"What the fuck are your shoes doing in Evidence?" Jay mutters as he steers you to Sgt. Platt's desk.

"You need to sign this," Trudy pushes some papers towards you. "And these are the rest of your belongings,"

First, Trudy puts a plastic bag that holds your purse and its content. You only bring your phone, your ID and a few notes. They are all there.

Then she follows with your shoes. You groan in regret at the sight of your poor shoes. One of the heels broke. The intricate strappings are all snapped and tangled. You have no idea if they are salvageable.

"They are my favorite stilettos," You pout.

"Should have thought twice before aiming that blade into someone's hand," Trudy tells you straight, sans empathy.

She finally puts the last item on her desk, which is your coat.

The coat has a new decoration now. There is one bullet hole in the left upper arm. You remember being grazed by a bullet earlier this night. A paramedic tended your wound at the crime scene. You can still feel the twinge at the bandaged arm even now.

Your eyes begin to tear up upon seeing the state of the outerwear. It was a gift from your dear friend who took his own life a few years ago. It saddened you to find his last gift was ripped by common thugs on the street. It felt like you tainted his memories for something mundane and avoidable. If only you agreed with Jay this evening, none of these would happen. You quickly wipe the corner of your eyes before the tears fall.

Jay doesn't miss that. Without saying anything, he brings you into a hug. Jay never met that friend, but he knows how important he was to you. His sudden departure shook you hard. It made you stop working for months. Until Jay forced you to speak, telling him how you feel, what your thoughts about it. They discussed how to move forward. How wilting away in sorrow was disrespectful to that friend’s life and legacy. Only then you were willing to enter your studio to make music again.

"Shh, it's okay, Love. You're okay," Jay whispers sweet nothings in your ears. He peppers your head with comforting kisses. "We can fix it," Jay promises. You know that he is not just talking about the torn coat.

Not knowing the story behind the coat, Trudy asks rudely, “What? Was it a $30k coat? Yeah, I would cry over that too,"

Above your head, Jay glares at Trudy’s insensitivity. Instead of being sad, her comment makes you laugh. You let go of Jay’s embrace and put on the holey coat. “Nah. If the coat were that expensive, those guys would be dead already,” You retort.

“New house rule! No more violence from you except at the dojo!” Jay points a finger in your direction, enforcing his words. “No assaults, no slaughters, especially over a piece of clothes!”

“We’ll see about that, babe. We’ll see…” You pat him on the shoulders, unconvinced by his rule.

“I don’t need to know your household issue. Get out of here, you rascals!” Trudy shoos them out of the precinct.

◢◤

At home, you and Jay are back in the bathroom. Still wearing your party dress, you sit on the closed toilet. Jay crouches next to you as he repatches your bullet wound.

“Sorry, sorry,” Jay whispers when he sees you wincing.

“I think that is my line,” You tell him.

“Huh?” Jay asks, distracted as he tightens the bandage. “All done,” His face is still hovering around your shoulder, checking his handiwork.

You look to your left. Without prompts, you catch Jay's lips in a kiss.

“I’m sorry,” You murmur. “for tonight. I should not be angry at you for such trivial things,”

Jay shakes his head, “No, I’m sorry I forgot. I should have paid better attention to you and our relationship,”

“I didn’t mean it when I said those things. I was just upset. Not a great excuse, but I’m still sorry. I know you are in this 100%.” You tell him, still in a quiet tone. As if increasing your voice would break the mood. “And so am I. Please, believe me,” You grab his hands to convince him.

Jay shushes you, “I know. I should not accuse you like that. I know it was wrong, I’m sorry. You should know that I have never doubted you, your love, or your commitment,” He presses his lips to yours in assurance. “Ever.”

You twitch your lips, smiling, “I guess both of us have apologized and forgiven, then?”

Jay nods, “Uh huh. You know what to follow, right?” He replies with an indecent grin.

“I’m not sure,” You play along. “You better show me what it is,” You wrap your hands above Jay’s shoulders, placing your palms behind his neck.

Jay pulls you up to your feet. His hands wander from your back to your hips. “I will. As soon as I find the damned zipper on this dress.”

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↳ ❝ [a love story - 21.] ¡!❞

Hank Voight x Kazuha Takahashi (asian ofc)

Summary: Kazuha lets Hank in on her baby fever.

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 0.7k

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I let the whole ‘I want a baby thing’ marinate for approximately five whole weeks. My period came and went, but my desire of wanting a baby stayed. This idea is staring to consume my daydreams. I’m thirty three now, close to thirty four, an age where people start their families.

But there is just one thing that I continue to worry about.

Hank.

He is a little older than me, and while that isn’t necessarily a bad thing, he already started a family way back. He has been through this.

Does he want to do it again?

But I know really well that pondering over this by myself, isn’t the way to go. So, when we’re cooking one night, I decide to just go for it.

‘Hank, can I ask you something?’

He nods, as he is stirring through he pan. ‘Sure thing, what’s up?’

I hold his hand and he gives it a reassuring squeeze. ‘Well, it’s kind of a question, with a little prologue, so to say.’

Now he appears to be a bit confused. ‘Okay?’

‘Well, a while back, I had a pregnancy scare,’ I tell him. ’Turns out I wasn’t pregnant, obviously, but ever since, I’ve been thinking about it. Kids.’

He turns off the stove. ‘You had a pregnancy scare?’ he asks. ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

‘Well…’ I say, ‘it was negative and I don’t know… I’m sorry.’

Hank places his hand in the back of my neck. ‘You can tell me everything, right?’

‘I know,’ I quickly say. ‘Gosh, I don’t even know why I didn’t tell you in the first place.’

He presses a kiss on my forehead. ‘Don’t cry.’

‘I’m not crying,’ I say, but the break in my voice and the warm tears on my cheeks is clear evidence I actually am. ‘I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you,’ I sniffle.

‘Don’t be sorry,’ he says. His strong arms pull me flush against his chest and he whispers: ‘But what was your question?’

‘I just… I just wanted to know if you and I are on the same page. Because,’ I say, swallowing away a sniffle, ‘the longer I think about it, the more certain I become. I’m sorry.’

‘No, no, no more apologizing,’ he says.

‘But… It’s a lot of information. We’re dating for around eight months. It’s probably way too soon to think about these things. I bet it is. I’m so— Sorry, I won’t apologize anymore.’

‘Can I say something?’ Hank asks.

‘Yeah.’

‘I want kids with you too, Kazuha.’

I gasp at hearing this sudden revelation. Am I hearing what I’m hearing? I pull back and ask: ‘Seriously?’

Hank nods. ‘Seriously. I never thought I would get a second chance, but I would love to start a family with you. To be quite honest with you, I have been thinking about it for awhile. When I was at the cafe and there was a little boy ordering a babycchino. You were so patient and wonderful and the thought crossed my mind every so often since then.’

‘Oh my goodness, Hank, this is… Amazing!’ I let out a squeal and give him a kiss.

‘There is just one condition.’

I bet it has something to do with naming our kids. Oh my gosh, our kids. ‘Okay.’

‘And that’s if you marry me.’

‘Marry you?’ I parrot. Like that is a punishment. ‘Are you for real?’

He nods with a shy chuckle.

I smile. ‘This is your proposal?’

‘I was hoping for something more romantic, with a ring maybe. Shit, I’m so sorry.’ From the looks of it he is beating himself up for this very impromptu proposal, however little does he know it’s actually all I ever wanted.

I shake my head. ‘This is perfect, Hank. I don’t even want a fancy proposal. I want this, because this fits us.’ I wrap my arms around his shoulder to give him the tightest and biggest hug imaginable. I’m gonna marry the most amazing man in the world. ‘I will marry you on one condition, though.’

‘And that is?’

‘That we elope. I can’t have a party.’

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Merry December 2022 - Day 24

Hello, lovelies. So, the next two days will be insanely busy, so I decided to just post the last two stories today. Hope everyone has an amazing holiday, filled with love and laughter. :)

Day 24 of Merry December

Prompt: White

Fandom: Chicago PD

Pairing: Hank Voight x OFC (Lilly)

Words: 1297

T.W.: N/A

Summary: A little bit of hope.

The snow falls outside the window. Little snowflakes swirl close to the glass. Chatter, laughter and music fill the air. Memories flood Hank's mind like a wave. Memories of that first Christmas out of prison. Memories of an unwanted party. Memories of a snowball fight with Erin and Justin, the only piece of normalcy that day. Memories of reconnecting with Erin and Justin after that. So much has changed since that day. He now runs the Intelligence Unit. He has a team that are the best at what they do. He has a better relationship with Erin and Justin. He's found love, something he thought he would never find.

Meeting Lilly was a fluke. She had been his nurse when he was shot, as well as Al's. It seemed that every time that someone from Intelligence got hurt, Lilly was there to help. She even stayed with Burgess while she was in the hospital after getting shot and going as far as making house calls to help her with her bandages. It didn't take long for Hank and Lilly to fall in love. They've been together for three years now and it still felt new and fresh. He loved her with all his heart and knew she felt the same.

And now, there he was. Five years after he got out and yet another Christmas party filled with detectives and a few of the Brass. Only this time he had not only Erin but Lilly by his side as well. Hank was so lost in his own mind that he didn't hear Lilly approaching. Lilly snaked her arm under his and kissed his cheek.

- "You okay, babe?" - Lilly asked him. He must have looked a tad lost, for her to be asking him that. Hank just smiled and kissed her. He couldn't believe he could be this lucky. Something was bound to go wrong, he just knew it.

- "I'm okay." - He reassured her and led her back to the crowd of people where the Mayor was trying to make everyone feel welcomed.

Across the room, Hank saw Erin in the same spot he was in five years ago, looking out the same double doors that led to the street. He could tell all she wanted was to leave. That's when he decided some memories were worth repeating. Moving across the room with Lilly by his side, he stood next to Erin.

- " Planning an escape? If so, I’m begging you to take me with you." - Erin chuckled, remembering that those were the exact same words that she had said to him all those years ago.

- "As if we could. The Chief knows better than to let us out of her sight."

- "If you remember, last time you said something like that, we were still able to escape."

- "You think you can pull that off again? Love to see you try. Only this time it would be the three of us, not just you and me." - Erin nodded towards Lilly, still holding on to his arm, looking oblivious to the conversation.

- "If we move quickly, the Chief is about to go greet some people by the bar and we'll have an opening." - Lilly said, obviously tuned in on the conversation. Apparently, she had been observing their boss and was waiting for the right moment to let them know when to escape. "That's my girl.", Hank thought, smiling at her.

Sure enough, the Chief excused herself and headed for the bar. Erin opened the doors and the three of them quickly traded the warmth of the room for the coldness of the street. Lilly shivered when the cold air collided with her skin and Hank took his jacket off, wrapping her in it, kissing her in the process. Erin wasn't feeling the cold. She must have been planning this escape since they heard about the party, because under her uniform she was clearly wearing a polar jersey.

Hank saw Erin approach Lilly and ask her if she was okay. He was always amazed at how quickly Erin welcomed Lilly into their crazy, mismatched family. They had a true sisterly bond from the moment they met. It was safe to say that Erin looked up to Lilly and Lilly felt the same about Erin. Between the two of them and Burgess, they had a bond that he was sure nothing could sever.

Lilly whispered something in Erin’s ear and next thing he knows, he’s being attacked with snowballs. The grin on each other’s face was undeniable. He quickly grabbed some snow and made two balls from it. Throwing them in quick succession, both hit his intended targets: Erin’s stomach and Lilly’s shoulder.

The girls didn’t back down. Grabbing some more snow and throwing it at him, soon enough Hank was covered in snow. They would run and hide behind the small bushes for protection, a makeshift barrier between them and Hank, in an attempt to protect themselves from him, as they ran down the street, but he was a sharpshooter, hitting them with each snowball he would throw.

Their laughter was contagious and could be heard over the street noises, overpowering the music, chatter and cars that were driving by. Hearing such laughter, people started gravitating towards their large windows and were presented with the sight of two decorated detectives, plus the oldest detective’s girlfriend, in an intense snowball fight.

Hank didn’t care that everyone was watching. He was having too much fun to bother with some disapproving looks and a few chuckles. Making a run for it, he caught Lilly in his arms. Erin was nowhere to be found. Turning her in his arms, Hank pulled her closer and kissed her. Lilly returned the kiss, her cheeks red from the cold and all the running. Breaking the kiss, he looked into her eyes and smiled fondly at the woman that stole his heart.

- “I love you so much, Lilly Richards.”

- “I love you too, Hank Voight.” – Lilly answered with a smile, before kissing him again.

A kiss that was interrupted by a snowball right in both their cheeks. They laughed wholeheartedly and Erin’s laughter joined theirs. Hank signaled to her to join them. When Erin was at arm’s reach, he pulled her close. It must have been quite the sight, all three of them, standing in the snow in a small grass covered area, hugging each other’s close, completely covered in snow. He didn’t care. He was happy.

The moment, however, was quickly interrupted by the Chief’s assistant’s voice calling out to them. Hank saw Lilly’s face reach a new level of redness and Erin rolling her eyes. Turning his head towards the man, he nodded towards him before releasing both girls from his arms. Lilly tugged at his jacket, clearly feeling embarrassed. Hank simply kissed the top of her head before taking her hand in his and taking both her and Erin back towards the house.

They all made their way back inside, unable to hide the grin on their faces. Reaching the second floor of the Mayor’s mansion, Erin took Lilly to one bathroom so they could dry off the best they could. Hank went into a different bathroom and did the same. Looking at himself in the mirror, he just stood there, thinking of how much his life had changed and how much happier he was now.

Life wasn’t always easy for him, in the more recent years, but now he had, once again, found true happiness. Happiness provided by a single person: Lilly. She made everything worthwhile. That’s when he made a decision. He wasn’t gonna lose her. He wasn’t gonna take that chance. He knew what he had to do.

Hopefully, by the end of the year, Hank Voight will no longer be single. Hopefully.

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Two Month Flirtation

Erin Lindsay x fem!reader Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption, smut. thatesqcrush asked for some Erin Lindsay Xmas Smut but it didn’t make the cut before I got overwhelmed and her response was “good thing Valentine’s is coming up” so…enjoy some pwp for Det Lindsay. Also there’s basically no plot because I haven’t watched PD in months, esp ones with Erin…so…don’t hate me. Also I kinda just tagged random ppl for this one, lmk if you want to/don’t want to be tagged for Erin!

Erin was thankful for the fact that Molly’s didn’t decorate for Valentine’s Day, the fact that it was still just a regular bar for anyone who was trying to avoid the consumer prompted holiday. Slipping onto a stool at the bar she thanked Chris as he slid her a beer ‘on the house’ with a warm smile. As she sucked back a rather large gulp she glanced around the room, it was relatively empty aside from a handful of regulars. Her eyes swept down the wood of the bar and she spotted you, half empty glass of scotch in front of you while, unsurprisingly, you were bent over what looked like paperwork, eyes flitting back and fourth between it and your phone.

Her mind wandered back to the Chicago P.D Christmas party, to help save on budget most of the specialized units across the city had been shoveled together into one event. She’d briefly been introduced to you by Voight, you’d worked with him helping to form the Intelligence Unit before she came along. Now, you’d climbed through the ranks and were the Lieutenant over at Major Crimes running your own unit. It was impressive, you were younger than most Lieutenants, though she’d heard you’d graduated early, jumping straight into the academy while you pusued a criminology degree, and were quick to be pulled into UC ops.

Then there was New Year’s Eve, underneath the twinkling lights of Molly’s you’d joined a few friends in the bar, making sure to stop in to say Happy New Year to Hank. Erin had caught your eye that night, you’d chatted briefly, dare she say it, flirted even. You’d been mid conversation, about to offer to buy her a drink when your phone went off, with a frustrated groan, you left the bar to head down to a crime scene.

But tonight, tonight had potential to be different. Erin watched as you flipped through a couple of pages, appearing to double check some last minute changes before flipping the entire thing shut, shoving it back in your bag. You smiled as Chris poured you a fresh drink, laughing at something he said before he turned to another customer. As if you could feel eyes on you, your head turned toward Lindsay at the other end of the bar. Catching her eye she felt her cheeks flush, wishing she could’ve glanced away but she knew she was too late. You smirked, raising your glass to her with a wink, she shot a flustered smile back before returning the salute and swigging back her drink.

She was busy distracting herself with her phone, not noticing you were approaching until you had one arm looped around the back of her chair, the other resting on the bar.

“It appears you spend all your major holidays here.” You greeted with a grin.

“Lieutenant…hi..” she fumbled and you chuckled.

“You can call me y/n, I’m not your supervisor.”

“Right.” She took a swig of beer, “how are you?”

“Meh,” you shrugged, “it’s another day.”

“I feel you.” Erin drained her beer, your eyes watched the way her fingers delicately wrapped around the neck of the bottle as she placed it down.

“Listen, I’m not going to beat around the bush, we’ve been playing at this game for nearly two months already.” Her eyes darted up to your, a curious expression on her face, “I’m going to walk out those doors, I’ll wait in my car for three minutes for you to catch up if you’re interested in coming home with me. Otherwise, I’ll see ya around detective.”

Some people would have thought you were taking way too far of a risk with the blunt way you’d approached Erin, but you had more than enough confidence that after the last few parties, you knew what the outcome was going to be. And you weren’t surprised when she sped out of the door a few minutes later.

You were surprised once the door to your apartment had been swung shut and she pounced, the previous bashful personality she’d shown around you dissolving for one much more dominant, one you knew had been lingering just beneath the surface. Her lips met yours in a fiery kiss, hands wrapping around your waist, tugging you tightly to her. Her hands started to toy with the hem of your shirt, fingers tickling patterns along your bare skin in the same moment that her tongue traced across your lips, begging for entrance. You slipped your tongue out, dancing against hers, massaging into her mouth, groaning at the taste, hands curling into her hair, tugging at the roots, pulling a whine from the blonde.

A flurry of arms and clothing moved down the hallway while you tore fabric from each other’s frames, hands tugging the other back to you for heated kisses. Teeth nipped into lips, sinking into the tender skin of a neck, lips sucking at pulse points, smirking at the feeling of blood throbbing just under the skin. Breathy moans began to bounce off the walls as hands cupped at chests, pinching at nipples, eager to bring them to hardened peaks.

You wrapped an arm around Erin, backing to the bed until you collapsed down to sitting on it, shuffling backwards with her in your lap while you nipped at her jaw. You shifted so she was straddling your thigh, her pussy resting against yours, your other leg wrapping around her hip, tugging her to you, your hand cupping at her ass.

“Oh fuck…” she muttered as your hands guided her to roll against you, her clit dragging right against yours.

“Good girl.” You murmured, “just like that.”

Your hand encouraged her hips to roll again, gasping at the contact as she brushed right up on you. Erin’s head dropped back in a breathy groan, grinding against you harder this time, sparks racing through her body at the contact of the sensitive nub. Doing your best from your sitting position to thrust your hips up to meet hers your lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking the supple skin into your mouth. Tongue dancing and lapping at the pert nub, tracing patterns around it while your teeth gently scraped over it. Erin’s breathing picked up, panting out a litter or swears as the speed of her hips continued to increase.

The hand that was tangled into your hand shifted around to your chest, pushing you down into the bed, giving her more leverage to move her cunt against yours, chasing her own release. You swore at the friction, hips jolting up toward hers, your lips swiftly catching hers in another kiss. It was hot a breathy, full of gasps and moans as you whimpered practically into each other’s lungs.

With the new angle you were able to slip your hand around her hip, fingers easily sinking into her dripping pussy. Erin moaned at the sudden intrusion, burying her head into the crook of your neck as your hand began to fuck her in rhythm with her hips. Your fingers twisted, curling to search for the spongey sensitive spot within her fluttering walls. You felt your pussy clench around nothing as Erin ground heavily against your clit, her teeth sinking into your neck, beginning to suck and lick a heavy mark on your skin. Your free hand wrapped into her hair, pushing her deeper against your body, your own hips gyrating up to meet hers, your skin could feel the fire burning within you, building with each roll of your hips.

Your fingers pumped easily into her, scissoring, dragging across every inch of her walls, her moans getting louder with each thrust, even if they were muffled by your shoulder. Erin began to shudder against you, thighs clamping down around yours as she started to stutter, her pussy fluttering quicker and tighter around your fingers. You increased the pressure as you curled your fingers inside her, grinding your hips up against her clit the best you could while she yelped out, reaching her climax.

It only took a moment for her to take a shaky breath, body shivering as she pulled off you, ducking down quickly. You cried out in surprise as her fingers plunged into you with ease, lips wrapping around your clit. She could already feel how close you were from just having her body on you, from the way she’d scissored into your cunt. Groaning at the taste of your juices she lapped them up, circling around your clit with her tongue. Her fingers curled perfectly, hitting your gspot and you moaned loudly, your thighs trembling around her head. The coil burned deep within you, racing to the surface as she sucked heavily at your clit, pulling it into her mouth, teeth scraping against it just the perfect amount and you swore loudly, body shaking, jolting to a still as your orgasm shot through you.

The hand in her hair relaxed as you dropped down into the pillows, panting for breath, tugging Erin up next to you. Your arm wrapped around her, encouraging her to curl around your body, hand coming up to gently play with her hair. Her nails softly traced patterns in your bare skin, giving you both a comfortable silence to come back to earth. She hummed pleasantly at the feeling of your lips meeting the top of your head.

“Well that was worth the wait.” She teased, murmuring into the room. You chuckled, swatting at her ass.

“It was.” You tilted her chin up, “but I’m not waiting another two months of bullshit flirting at company parties to do it again.”

“Who said you had to wait at all?” Erin smirked, laughing at the way you yelped as she flipped you back over, the smile evident on both of your lips as she met yours in a slightly more gentle kiss this time.

It may have taken a while, but at least you were most definitely on the same page now, and more than ever willing to keep the fun going.

#erin lindsay #chicago pd #erin lindsay x reader #erin lindsay smut #erin lindsay one shot #one chicago

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queseraone · 7 years

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halsteadandlindsay replied to your post: Because I’m a masochist / garbage person I’m...

The writers probably forgot about it.

Truth bomb.

But they showed it in the “recap” montage at the beginning.....? So maybe it will come up later? I have no idea what to think anymore

(Also I feel like that “recap” would be better described as let’s pretend to give her the send-off she deserves but actually we wrote out the best female character on television with the most backwards, bogus, heartbreaking, unfair, undeserved, out of character bullshit exit possible.......)

#bitter party of one #clearly i will never get over this #linstead #erin lindsay #jay halstead #they were so fucking perfect #i can't wrap my head around the fact that they're done #i refuse to accept it #REFUSE #they will be together in the end #that is final #fuck this noise #chicago pd

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imaginingyourfandom · 3 years

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christmas prompts masterlist.

1. “Merry Christmas bitch” - Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

2. “How many Christmas lights does one person need?” - Kevin Atwater (Chicago PD)

3. “Shut up! Santa is real” - Chris Halliwell (Charmed)

4. “Why does the house smell like Santa threw up?” - Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

5. “Roses are red, violets are blue, merry Christmas bitch, I love you” - Jay Halstead (Chicago PD)

6. “Oh my god I haven’t got you a present!” - Kenny Crosby (FBI Most Wanted)

7. “It’s Christmas today?!” - Reggie (Julie and The Phantoms)

8. “No seriously I swear I saw Santa” - OA Zidan (FBI)

9. “Omg it’s a fucking reindeer” - Prince Caspian (Narnia)

10. “This tree’s bigger than my future” - Oliver Wood (Harry Potter)

11. “Why do you have playlist with just ‘all I want for Christmas is you’ and ‘last Christmas I gave you my heart’?” - Miguel Galindo (Mayans MC)

12. “No you don’t understand I need a picture with Santa!” - Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza (Mayans MC)

13. “I can’t reach the top of the tree to put the star on.” - Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

14. “Oh how convenient, some mistletoe” - Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf)

15. “Let’s binge watch Christmas movies!” - Connor Rhodes (Chicago Med)

16. “I can’t believe we’re going to A&E on Christmas Eve” - Charles Xavier (X-men)

17. “Do you wanna build a sno-“ “no don’t you dare finish that” - Angel Reyes (Mayans MC)

18. “SNOW BALL FIGHT!” - Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

19. “You murdered my snowman” - Five (The Umbrella Academy)

20. “I don’t like hot chocolate” - Minho (The Maze Runner)

21. “Christmas isn’t just about the presents” - Angus Macgyver (Macgyver)

22. “You look like this ginger bread man” - Wendall Bray (Bones)

23. “Go to sleep, Santa isn’t real” - Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley (9-1-1)

24. “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas” - Matt Simmons (Criminal Minds)

25. “Did you just put fake antlers on the dog?” - Matt Simmons (Criminal Minds)

26. “I love Christmas more then anything” “what even more then me?” - Steve Mcgarrett (Hawaii Five 0)

27. “It’s official I hate Christmas shopping” - Derek Hale (Teen Wolf)

28. “I can’t ice skate I’ll break all my bones” - Conrad Hawkins (The Resident)

29. “Don’t you dare buy me that” - Adam Ruzek (Chicago PD)

30. “Stop smashing my ornaments” - Charlie Baker (Cheaper By The Dozen)

31. “That is the ugliest decoration I’ve ever seen” - Jace Wayland (Shadowhunters)

32. “You’ve burnt the turkey?!” - Kelly Severide ( Chicago Fire)

33. “Thoughts on Brussels sprouts?” - Ezekiel Jones (The Librarians)

34. “Fuck it let’s just get drunk” - Kelly Severide ( Chicago Fire)

35. “I don’t know how to wrap presents” - Malia Tate (Teen Wolf)

36. “This is the worse and best Christmas ever” - Prince Caspian (Narnia)

37. “Honey, where is my Santa suite?” - Bruce Banner (Avengers)

38. “I don’t think we can fight Santa” - Brooke Davis (One Tree Hill)

39. “What no that’s not daddy, that’s Santa” - Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

40. “Oh so we’re putting beer out for Santa now?” - Steve Mcgarrett ( Hawaii Five 0)

41. “I can not believe our car broke down in the middle of nowhere 3 hours before it’s officially Christmas.” - Jennifer Jareau & Her Kids (Criminals Minds)

42. “I hate work Christmas parties” - Adam Ruzek (Chicago PD)

43. “What do you mean you’re working on Christmas?!” - Matt Simmons (Criminal Minds)

44. “Babies can’t eat mince pies” - Geralt (The Witcher)

45. “You look like an elf” - Jim Street (S.W.A.T)

46. “The babies crying, the foods burning, the dogs are fighting and your calling me to see what time my family’s coming at?” - Eddie Diaz (9-1-1)

47. “I don’t like spending time with your family at Christmas” - Josh Matthews (Girl Meets World)

48. “I refuse to have a baby on Christmas” - Matt Casey (Chicago Fire)

49. “How many advent calendars does one person need?” - Bill Weasley (Harry Potter)

50. “I’m freezing, you’re warm. Hug me” - Thomas Magnum (Magnum PI)

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imjustwritingg · 12 days

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✨THEM✨

📸: Angelica Santoyo

#tracy spiridakos #jesse lee soffer #trasse #chicago pd wrap party

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ambiguousdisorderken · 2 years

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u know how there are these shows chicago pd chicago med chicago fire tied with law and order and whatever whatever? i think spn should do that. like sure i love the boys but i wanna see and learn more of the other characters as well. i wouldn't mind like seeing alex tired in scrubs and ponytail wrapping up a shift at the hospital waiting for her coworker slash maybe something else because they're going to her mom's friends' bbq party. half an hour tops because they're Dead and they got an early start tomorrow, normal lives with normal problems but still good and interesting lives. and then the car stops and it's just.. it's dean and cas' place. the big patio with the super nice garden, the grill on making the air smoky and savory, low music and string lights turning the evening hazy and soft and homey. it's all very fucking domestic and gay as shit. her gay as shit uncles -ish. and she says hello, kisses them on the cheek, hugs them. they're family. the coworker looks fondly at the uncles, at alex. and then, after an hour at least, they just leave and we continue with alex' pov and her own story. but we got a glimpse of dean and cas doing all right,, yk living, existing. busy doing their own thing. and maybe it happens again, some other character will mention dean or cas in passing no big deal, they're alive and well and they're a couple and they're happy. i think that'd be neat.

#im a bit jealous actually. spn why can't u do that???#oh wayward sisters what u could've been.....#i want no killing 'monsters'#i want the boring shit. give me the boring shit please. even the cw with its empty af pockets would be able to afford it #spn thoughts

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iamwhoami · 3 years

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Kissing Santa Claus (Chicago PD)

25 Days of Christmas - Day 7

Chicago PD

Y/N and Jay’s daughter is asleep on Christmas Eve and the grown ups have some present wrapping to get done.

Warnings: None

Requested = No

Y/D/N = Your Daughter’s Name

Well, this turned out to be complete crap.

“Alright!” Jay exclaimed, “Let’s get this party started.”

You quickly shushed him, “I just got Y/D/N to bed. Don’t wake her up now.”

Y/D/N was five and knew perfectly well that tomorrow morning was Christmas. She was so excited for the presents that it had taken over an hour to try to get her to fall asleep.

“Okay then,” Jay put his hands up, making sure to keep his voice hushed, “We’ll make this a quiet party then.”

You just shook your head as you started pulling out the different patterned wrapping papers from the box you guys had been storing them in.

“Just start wrapping,” You couldn’t help but smile as tossed him a roll of red and white striped wrapping paper.

“Aye aye Captain,” Jay smirked and caught the roll with one hand.

You took a roll of wrapping paper as well and picked one of the presents for Y/D/N out of the bag you had hidden in your closet.

“You know, sometimes I miss being a kid on Christmas,” You sighed as you started to cut the wrapping paper.

Jay looked up from his half-wrapped present, “Yeah?”

You nodded, “Yeah.”

“Why?” Jay asked, finishing wrapping the present. He was much faster at wrapping presents but yours always turned out neater with cleaner cuts and carefully placed pieces of tape.

You shrugged, “I miss that excitement on Christmas Eve, not being able to fall asleep. I miss believing that some old man came down our chimney to deliver presents.”

“Yeah, you know I miss that too sometimes,” Jay admitted and reached over to grab another present from the bag. “But I mean, I think that’s just in general with kids.”

“What do you mean?” You had finally finished wrapping the present and tossed it gently aside.

Jay didn’t reply right away.

“There are so many things you believe as kids,” Jay finally said, “An adult tells you something and you believe it because why shouldn’t you? Kids are so...”

Jay trailed off as he tried to think of the right word.

“Naive?” You suggested.

Jay hummed, “Not quite naive. I was thinking more...innocent. Untainted.”

“And then the world happens,” You sighed.

Jay laughed, “We’re getting so depressing on Christmas Eve. This isn’t right. Christmas is supposed to be such a happy time of the year and here we are, sitting here, wrapping presents and dwelling.”

You chuckled softly, “You’re right. There’s so much we should be thankful for. So much we take for granted every day.”

“We have a kid of our own,” Jay shook his head, as if he was still trying to believe that fact.

“Took you awhile to figure that out,” You joked, “You’re a little late on that realization.”

Jay laughed but then steered the conversation back towards a more serious tone.

“And you,” He whispered, “I’m so lucky to have you in my life.”

“Come here,” You stood up and opened your arms.

Jay walked over and wrapped his arms around your waist before leaning in to kiss you.

Your kiss was interrupted by a certain little human though.

“Mommy? Daddy?”

You quickly turned your head to see Y/D/N standing there with her elephant stuffy Ellie hanging from her hand by an ear.

“I got this,” You told Jay and left him to finish the wrapping while you walked over to Y/D/N and picked her up.

“You should be in bed young lady,” You chided gently.

You walked back to Y/D/N’s room and placed her on the bed before pulling the covers up to her chin.

“What were you and Daddy doing?” She asked, snuggling her head into the pillow.

While you tried to come up with something other than the fact that you two were wrapping her presents, Y/D/N seemed to move on to better questions for the night.

“Has Santa Claus some yet?” Y/D/N questioned.

You shook your head, “No, remember what I told you? Santa only comes when everyone is sleeping.”

“Then can you and Daddy go to sleep?” Y/D/N kept going with the questions.

You smiled, “How about this, I’ll make you a deal. If you go to sleep and promise that you don’t try to stay up for Santa Claus, Daddy and I will go to sleep so Santa can come.”

Y/D/N seemed to contemplate that deal. Finally she nodded.

“Okay,” She whispered and closed her eyes.

“I love you Y/D/N,” You said and leaned over to kiss her on the forehead.

“I love you too Mommy,” a tired voice replied and you quietly excused herself from the room.

You walked back to the living room where you and Jay had been wrapping presents to see Jay finishing up on the last one.

“Is Y/D/N asleep?” Jay asked as you took a seat on the couch.

You nodded, “I had to make a deal with her but yes.”

“What was the deal?”

“Well, we have to go to sleep so Santa can come and she’ll go to sleep instead of trying to stay up to see him,” You said.

Jay tossed the final wrapped present under the Christmas tree and got up.

“Then we should probably go to bed,” Jay said and turned off the lights, “Keep up our end of the deal.”

You and Jay went into your shared bedroom and you changed into your sleepwear before clambering under the covers. Jay leaned over and turned off the lamp before settling back down comfortably on the bed and pulling you closer towards him.

“I love you Y/N,” He whispered, just as you felt your eyelids start to droop.

“I love you too Jay,” You mumbled back.

#Chicago PD #chicago pd imagines #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd x reader #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead imagines #jay halstead x reader #25 days of christmas

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rubix-writings · 3 years

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Punisher Pt. 7

Seventh part of Punisher. I couldn’t stop writing so here’s another part. I included a dress as a suggestion of what Jo would wear to the renewal, I’m just so obsessed with that dress, but imagine it how you want! This is a Chicago PD/Fire imagine with an original character. I don’t own any of the plot points or characters from the show. Also, it doesn’t follow any particular season or sequence in the shows.

Series Summary: Josephine (Jo) never expected to find support and pure love when she left Los Angeles. She ran away to Chicago and was content with living an insignificant, hidden life. But everything changes when she walks into Molly’s to get a job.

Josephine (OC) x Jay Halstead

The italicized lines are internal thoughts of the character.

Warnings: language, mentions of drinking, mentions of domestic abuse

“It looks great, thank you Jo,” Trudy warmly grabs my shoulder. I smile and let her get back to her other guests. The ceremony was short and sweet, Trudy and Mouch exchanged the same vows they did years ago. Trudy looked like a badass with her white suit while Mouch wore his dress uniform. Since they got married at city hall they didn’t get to have the full experience and wanted to dress up to the nines for the occasion. Everyone, out of respect, dusted off their dress uniforms as well, even the Intelligence Unit wore their’s. That left the doctors, spouses, and me in our formal wear. I haven’t had to dress up for an occasion like this in what felt like years, Silvie had to take me shopping to find a dress since I had nothing. I grab a glass of champagne from the table and bring it to my lips.

“Trudy happy with the place?” Jay asks, I nod as I swallow.

“Yeah, she even thanked me,” I say proudly.

“Well, it looks like you owe me a dance tonight,” Jay leans down to grab a bottle of beer from the tin tub filled with ice.

“Oh yeah? How did you come to that conclusion exactly?”

“It’s simple really. I helped you decorate this place and Trudy loves it so it would be a thank you dance so to speak,” Jay smirks as he pops the cap of his beer.

“Well if I had known that there would’ve been strings attached, I definitely would’ve thought it through more.”

“What more do you need to think through?”

“You don’t seem like a good dancer if I’m being honest.”

“I’m a great dancer.”

“We’ll see,” before Jay can respond we are told to take our seats for dinner and toasts. I’m sitting with most of the Molly’s crew - Stella, Kelly, Hermann, Cindy, me, and Matt, while Jay’s table is all of the Intelligence Unit. Normally I’d roll my eyes if they put Jay and I at the same table, knowing that it was them mostly teasing us, but right now I deeply wish that we weren’t at different tables.

“Excuse me everyone,” Chief Boden announces. “I was asked by the couple to say a few words.” The room quiets to listen, there are only a few clangs of silverware since people are still eating.

“I’ve had the privilege to know these two separately and as a couple. And let me tell you, if you don’t believe in soulmates, these two will make you reassess. I remember when they first met - I’d never seen Mouch so giddy and Trudy so… quiet. It was like they knew what was about to happen.

“I’ve been lucky enough to be with my wife for some years now, and her love changed me. Just like I know your love for one another has changed each other. I think anyone can tell you that love is easy, sometimes it's so simple, just like you’re waking up in the morning. But other times…. It can get really hard. Love isn’t something of convenience, there's sacrifice and there will never be a ‘right time.’ But I can tell you it’s so worth it,” without thinking, I look at Jay.

“You two have something so fierce that cannot be copied, but hell we all will try. To Randall and Trudy,” Chief Boden raises his beer to the couple that snaps me out of my daze. Maybe, I’ve been wrong this entire time to push Jay away. Boden’s words sit heavy on my chest for the rest of the toasts. Is it okay to confide in Jay? I turn to look at him again and this time I meet his bright blue, ocean eyes. He doesn’t try to look away, he smoothly winks and smiles.

“Thank you all so much for being here. We know we surprised everyone when we got married nearly ten years ago. You are all so important to us, that we wanted to go through this with you. We love you, now drink up!” Mouch yells. People immediately get up to get more drinks and start mingling again. I shoot down the rest of my champagne and go behind the bar to get more.

“I think you’re off the clock Jo,” Will jokes.

“It’s like a safe space, a security blanket almost.” I gesture to ask if Will wants another beer and he nods. “So how’s everything going with you and Nat? I mean, your ‘guy’ and his girl?” I slide him the opened beer.

“What?” his eyebrows furrow.

“You and Nat? The girl that just went through the ‘massive life change,’ you know who you have feelings for?”

“What? I wasn’t talking about us,” Will begins to whisper yell.

“It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone.” I whisper back.

“No I really wasn’t talking about us. Why would you think I would be talking about us?!”

“Because her husband died a year ago?! And you’re shamelessly in love with her?! Also everyone knows that when they say ‘I know someone who’ they’re really talking about themselves!” I whisper yell back to him.

“I’m not shamelessly in love with her, please.”

“Yes you are.”

“No - I was talking about Jay!”

“What?” My voice sounds as if I was punched in the gut. Hearing that Jay wants someone else feels painful. It has to be karma for not speaking up sooner. I lost him.

Before Will can say anymore, Jay walks up to the both of us. He slaps his brother on the back and scolds us for not joining the party.

“I should get out there, thanks Jo,” Will stands up from the stool and walks away.

“What were you two talking about?” Jay asks through a laugh.

“Ugh… you actually.”

“Yeah? Whatever he said he’s lying,” Jay jokes, but I don’t laugh.

“He said you have feelings for someone, and it’s painfully obvious apparently.” “I wouldn’t say painfully -”

“But you do?” he nods. “I’m happy for you,” I plaster on a fake smile.

“You are?” he asks, almost confused.

“Of course, I’d love to meet her if I haven’t already,” Jay starts laughing.

“Jo,” he holds my hand. “I guess it isn’t so painfully obvious to one person. To the one person it matters.”

Oh shit.

“C’mon,” he doesn’t wait for me to speak. “I think you owe me a dance.”

Adele’s cover of “Lovesong” comes through the speakers as guests begin to couple up. Without a word I walk out from behind the bar and take Jay’s hand again. He strokes his thumb on the back of my hand as he leads me out to the dance floor. My other hand rests around his neck while his free hand wraps around my waist to pull me close. Our temples rest against each other as we sway to the music.

“I feel so stupid,” I whisper.

“Don’t, you needed time.”

“Thank you for giving it to me,” I pull away to look into his eyes.

“Of course, take all the time you need, okay?” I nod. “You look beautiful,” I can feel my cheeks flush.

“Thank you. You look…. Really hot in that uniform,” he laughs.

“Thank you,” we hold each other’s gaze. I watch as Jay’s eyes flicker down towards my lips. I look down towards our feet, not allowing the potential kiss.

“I’m sorry, it feels like everyone is watching us,” I whisper.

“You never have to apologize to me about that,” he whispers in my ear. “And you’re right, they are. Stella just gave me a thumbs up,” I laugh. Jay and I sway there for a while, despite knowing everyone is looking I never want to leave Jay’s arms. Luckily another slow song begins to play.

“I wanted to ask you something, um, police related,” he nods.

“I can’t get you out of that parking ticket Jo.”

“I paid it already,” he laughs. “No, I have this friend from back in LA and her boyfriend was horrible. He’s this drug runner, that would hit her so she got a restraining order. She moved to Boston to get as far away as possible, but would the restraining order still work in Boston?”

“Yeah, it should. Does she think he’d follow her out there?”

“Maybe? He’s unhinged and obsessive.”

“Well, I have some friends from the service that are now cops out there. I can give them her information to check on her.”

“You’d do that?” he nods.

“She’s important to you and she must be scared out of her mind.”

“Yeah, she is. But it took a lot of convincing to get her to even let me ask you about it, so I don’t know.”

“Whatever she’s comfortable with, you let me know.”

“I will, thank you,” Jay spins me out and back, making me laugh. I’ve never felt a moment more perfect than tonight. I guess I’ll have to make Will that Manhattan after all.

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procrastinatorimagines · 4 years

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I Can Take Care of Myself

Fandom: One Chicago / Chicago PD

Character/s: Reader x Voight, Jay, Hailey

Warning/s: guns, blood

Word Count: 2,405

Request: Could you do a voight imagine where him and the reader are together and theres an age gap and she has to go undercover with jay and vought is hesitant but let's her go and he gets a bit jealous of jay and at one point Voight protectiveness gives it away to the rest of the team that they're together. Add a bit of fluff and a bit of smut if you can. Live your writing by the way ❤

Summary: Y/N and Jay go undercover to bust a wealthy criminal couple, but when the op goes a little sideways, Voight’s overprotectiveness becomes too much

You could tell Voight wasn’t happy about it, he’d been short with you all day even though he was the one who’d given you the assignment. Milling your way through a crowd of rich pricks on the arm of a tuxedo wearing Halstead you tried not to take it too personally, but Voight’s protectiveness was starting to raise suspicion in the unit as to why he was so against you going undercover as Jay’s fiance, especially when he’d seen what you were wearing. Did you wear a dress this low cut to piss him off? Maybe a little. Did he deserve it for being overprotective and jealous for no good reason? Yes.

You’d been with Voight a little over a year, and you’d managed to keep it a secret from everyone you worked with. Sure, there was an age gap, but most of the time it went unnoticed, at least to you anyway, it seemed to bother him more, especially recently as the two of you were starting to get more serious. He seemed to think you’d be better suited to someone more your own age, well, a guy like Halstead now you thought about it. Seeing the two of you together, even undercover, was making him a little more self-conscious than he would ever admit out loud.

It was a high end deal, a rich family, the Andersons, selling valuable stolen property had racked up a bodycount during a home invasion gone wrong, and so Intelligence had been brought in to take them down. Jay had already introduced himself as a potential buyer and the rich husband had invited him to a house party to do the deal, but he needed a date to blend in. That’s where you came in, Burgess and Upton had already interviewed various members of the family, so they couldn’t go with him, and Rojas was working a separate angle with Atwater to find the hired muscle responsible for the robberies. That only left you.

Voight hadn’t been to happy about it, he’d been hesitant to sign off, despite it being your best option to catch these criminals with their hands in the jewel encrusted cookie jar so to speak. But he still wasn’t happy, not when Jay had wrapped his arm around your waist as you took your seats with the theives on their ridiculously fancy sofas, and certainly not when he’d given you a quick kiss before heading off to fetch the first round of drinks.

Men, you thought, equal parts annoyed and amused by Voight’s reaction to you and Halstead, mostly because you didn’t view Jay in that way at all, and visa versa.

“You know what’s up with Voight?” Jay asked quitely as you guys stood waiting for your drinks at the bar. One of the three bars these people had in their house; throwing the cuffs on them was going to be so satisfying. You shrugged.

“Why would I know?” You asked, thanking the bartender for your drink as Jay raised an eyebrow at you, unconvinced.

“Well he seemed really against sending you in, anything I should know?” He asked.

“Not that I can think of,” you told him, suddenly finding the olive in your drink fascinating. There was a dinging of a glass on the otherside of the room before Jay could reply, Mr. Anderson was preparing to make a toast, then Jay was to follow him into his study to make the deal.

“Okay,” he shrugged, not believing a word you said, but there was no time to discuss it now, you had a job to do.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if I can have your attention for just a moment I would like to thank you for coming tonight, me and my wife so appreciate your company-” Mrs. Anderson took her place beside her husband and he gave her a kiss on the cheek, “-now, our servers will be bringing out some light hors d’oeurves and gifts to show our gratitude,”

“Now please, enjoy yourselves,” Mrs. Anderson finished and everyone raised their glasses,

“Here here, cheers everyone,” you all took a sip of your drinks, Jay nodding to you as he went to find Mr. Anderson.

His wife approached you at that point, inviting you into the drawing room for a chat while business was conducted; who the hell had a drawing room? You thought, feeling like you’d traveled back to the nineteenth century as you stepped in, not knowing whether to stare at the enormous portraits of the Mrs. Anderson lining the walls or the ghastly tastled curtains. You took a seat on an expensive looking chair opposite Mrs. Anderson.

“Now dear, while the men are discussing the dirty business, why don’t me and you discuss something else,” she smiled.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked, trying to do your best to sound like you belonged there.

“Tell me something,” she mused, raising from her seat again and heading towards a set of shelves behind her, decorated with a considerable amount of expensive looking items. No wonder they were commiting robberies, if this was where all their money was being spent, you thought bitterly as Mrs. Anderson ran her hand over an ornate box.

“Tell you... what?” You asked, unsure as to where the conversation was heading, you hadn’t even expected to be cornered by the woman, let alone interograted. She opened the box and pulled something out, but what you couldn’t tell.

“Tell me... how long have you been a cop?” Before you could react she turned around, pistol pointing straight at you, you barely had time to dive for the floor before the first shot rang, putting a hole through the back of the chair you’d been sitting on.

There wasn’t room for any consealed weapons in the outfit you were wearing, so you got up quickly, heading for some form of cover as she fired again; people were screaming now, you could hear them running outside the door, not knowing where the shots were even coming from. Where the hell was Jay? Was he okay? Where was backup? You had a camera in your necklace, surely they were on their way in.

You jumped up, grabbing a letter opener from a nearby desk, throwing it at your assailant. She ducked out of the way, giving you enough time to leap over the sofa now separating the two of you, grabbing her wrist as you both struggled for the gun.

Out the corner of your eye you saw Jay burst in, white shirt red with blood you hoped wasn’t his, just as you wrestled the gun from her hand, momentum causing you to lose balance as she kicked you back, causing you to fall and hit your head on a table, then everything went dark.

When you woke up you were still in the drawing room, you’d only been out a minute, according to Jay. Intelligence had come in at that point apparently and the Andersons were in cuffs, the husband suffering some laserations from a glass Jay had hit him with, the wife perfectly fine and cuffed in the back of a patrolcar.

“Easy, you good?” Jay helped you into sitting position and you winced, putting your hand to the back of your head, it was wet with blood but it wasn’t too bad, the pounding in your head was worse.

“What happened? What went wrong?” You asked him.

“Kev and Rojas got the hired muscle, but not before they alerted the Andersons that there were cops after them, we were the only new comers at the party so...” Jay told you as Voight came into the room.

“What the hell happened?!” He snapped at Jay. You shakily got to your feet to try and provide a buffer, stepping forward to slightly block Jay.

“We’re good, everyone’s good,” you said and Voight shook his head, “that’s what matters.” EMT’s tried to come check you out but you sent them away quickly, you’d get looked at once you knew Voight wasn’t about to give Jay a reason to need their services more.

“That’s what matters?! She tried to shoot you, you were alone and unarmed,” he replied, “where the hell were you?” He turned to Jay.

“Sarge I was doing to deal with Anderson, like I was supposed to, I didn’t know Y/N was even with the wife, I didn’t hear anything over the comms otherwise-” he tried to explain but Voight cut him off.

“Otherwise what? You would have done what you were supposed to?” He demanded.

“What I was supposed to?” It was Jay’s turn to raise his voice and you had a bad feeling about how this argument was going to end. “I was doing what I was supposed to, my job!”

“Your job,” Voight started, “is to keep your partner safe, to not let them go off alone where something could happen to them!”

“She-” Jay began but you interuppted.

“She can take care of her self,” you said, “and she doesn’t appreciate being talked about like she isn’t in the room.”

Jay sighed but nodded and backing off a little, but Voight stood his ground. “This is unacceptable, look at you, you’re hurt.” He moved closer, looking like he was about to reach towards you but caught himself at the last minute, but you could tell by the look on Jay’s face that he caught it.

“Look you want to place blame on Jay for not backing me up? Where was everyone else when she pulled the gun, why’d it take so long to storm the place?” You turned it back on Voight, not meaning to blame him but you could tell it stung a bit.

“We lost visual as soon as you entered this room,” Hailey said, approaching the three of you to see what was going on, “this room is teched out, no signals in or out of here. Robbery-homicide wouldn’t let us come in, Jay’s deal seemed to still be going smoothly so they said it was probably faulty tech on our end, told us to stand down.” A sideways glace at Voight told you he’d been vocally unhappy about that.

The EMT’s approached again, and you begrudgingly agreed to go to Med, still a little dizzy and definitely in pain, earning a considerable amount of looks from the rest of the unit when Voight insisted on riding with you to make sure you were okay. If they weren’t a little suspicious at the start of this op, they definitely were now.

So much for keeping work and personal life separate, you thought, out of the two of you you thought you’d be the one to slip up first, but Voight’s behaviour today had you refusing to even look at him in the ambo, and you’d asked your doctor to keep him out while you were being treated. You weren’t a child, you were a cop, this was your job, why was he suddenly not okay with that?

“If you’re not going to talk to me, at least let me drive you home.” He said once you were stitched up and ready to be discharged, a minor concussion but you’d insisted on leaving as soon as possible.

“Fine,” you said curtly, but only because you didn’t want to walk alone in the dark with a concussion, however mild.

Most of the ride was in silence, any questions Voight had about how you were feeling were met with equally short answers and eventually he gave up. As he pulled up outside you place you said: “at least let me walk you inside.”

“I’m good, thanks.” You brushed him off, going to open the doors only to find that he’d locked them.

“Hank let me out,” you said and he shook his head, “Hank, I’m tired and seriously not in the mood.”

“You’re angry with me,” he said.

“Astute observational skills, you should consider a career in law enforcement,” you replied sarcastically.

“Okay that’s enough, you got something to say, just say it,” he demanded. “What’s the matter?”

“What’s the matter?” You turned back to him, shocked that he didn’t know. “Hank you’ve spent the whole day treating me like I’m made of glass, you didn’t even want me on the op in the first place, nevermind that it isn’t something I’ve done countless times before, and then you go yelling at Halstead for not protecting me, like I’m not capable of taking care of myself?! I’m a cop, a good one for that matter, and the way you acted today, overprotective, jealous... it was out of line, and the whole damn unit saw it! That’s what’s the matter with me!” He blinked at your outburst. “Now let me out the goddamn car before I say something I’m going to regret-”

Before you could say anymore he was kissing you, but you pushed him away when you realised what was happened. “No, that... that doesn’t change how I feel, not now, it doesn’t justify how you acted today, I-”

“I love you,” he blurted out, stopping you in your tracks. Now it was your turn to look shocked, taking in exactly what he’d said, why he’d been acting differently recently... Voight was never one to express his emotions like this, so to say this caught you off guard was an understatement.

“Hank-” you began, not really knowing what to say but knowing you should say something. You settled for a kiss instead, pulling him closer to you and resting your forehead on his when you broke apart. “I love you too,” you told him, his relieved smile making your heart swell. “I-”

“It won’t happen again,” he promised, taking your hand, “I know what you’re capable of, it’s one of the many reasons I fell for you in the first place, so it won’t happen again.

You smiled, “thank you. Now could you please unlock these damn doors so we can go inside?” You both laughed.

“I probably shouldn’t go up, we’ve got an early shift tomorrow, Superintendent’s giving up a case from narcotics to work,” he explained.

“And what, you’re worried what the unit’ll think if we show up together?” You asked, his shrug answering your question. “Like they don’t already know after today? Besides, if anyone’s going to get hell for it it’s me not you, you’re still their boss remember?”

You both laughed as you headed inside.

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 4 years

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Title: Caught Feelings

Gif credit @inlovewithtvmen

Hope you all enjoy

Happy reading dollies

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"Hey Hector, what's happening papi"? You greeted the handsome man coming into your bar.

"Nothing mamacita, where's Pablo"? He asked kissing your cheek.

"In the back, I must warn you he's on edge".

"What's up"?

"Cops. They came to the bar yesterday".

"They have a warrant"?

"Yeah, trashed the place and didnt find anything".

"Good. I'll see if I can calm him down. See you later". He walked away, turning his head and sending you a wink..

"Pablo. Woah". Hector nervously chuckled with his hands raised as a gun was pointed to his head, Pablo came out from behind the door.

"What the hell are you doing here? I wasn't supposed to see you until Friday".

"My guy called and said he needs some party favors for tonight. Hes throwing some kind of pill party. Where you put a bunch of pills in a bowl and you take what ever you grab. So he needs some oxy and whatever else you can throw in. He's already got the viagra". Hector laughed but Pablo was amused.

"Then you should have called. The cops raided the place yesterday. Arrested me and Y/N. Threw her to the ground. I will not be disrespected like this by no one". Pablo threatened.

"What do you have in mind"?

"I want to find this little rat that has been spilling my secrets. Feeding the cops with information. They just dug their grave. Find them and bring them to me".

"I dont think someone is feeding them information. They fear you and they like the money coming in".

"Then why are they at my door? I fly under the radar, I dont sell to gangster. I dont cook in Chicago. I just sell to junkies who so desperately needs it".

"I heard on the street that people are overdosing".

"Then they shouldnt get so greedy with the needle". Pablo laughed.

"Alright. I'll go ask around see if anyones heard or seen anything". Hector excused himself and closed the door behind him. Letting out a breath he was holding in.

"Everything okay"?

"Yeah, he's just worried". Hector walked up to the bar.

"We still on for tonight"? You asked.

"Yeah, I'll pick you up sevenish"?

"Sounds great. Be careful out there". You leaned over the counter and kissed Hectors lips.

"I always do". He said licking his lips with a smirk.

"Bye".

"Bye baby girl". Hector opened the door and walked out. This would be the last time you would see Hector again.

"Chicago pd, hands in the air". The cop yelled at Pablo to get on the ground.

"You piece of shit rat. I'm going to kill you". Pablo spat, putting up a fight to get in the handcuffs.

"You okay"? Someone asked him.

"Yeah. I gotta go". He quickly left.

You were getting ready when there was a knock at your door.

"Hector? It's early. Everything okay"? You asked as he came in.

"The bar was raided again and Pablo got arrested. They found twenty gallon bags of oxycodone and ten bricks of cocaine on him. He's going away for a long time".

"How do you know all this? Where you there? Why weren't you arrested"? You questioned but quickly realized. "You're the rat. How could you"? You felt sick to your stomach.

"I'm sorry. I had to do my job".

"You put my brother in prison for the rest of his life. What about me? You here to arrest me"?

"You had nothing to do with that and I cleared your name".

"Oh you cleared it? Did you tell them that we were sleeping together as well? Hmm"? He didnt answer "That's what I thought. You didn't want me to get arrested because you knew that they'd ask about us and you would get trouble. You saved your own ass".

"I'm sorry. I never meant for you to get hurt".

"I dont believe you. What's your name? Are you married? Did I mean anything or was it just to get close to Pablo"?

"You meant everything. I didnt lie about how I felt about you. That was real. I swear".

"Liar".

"My name is Antonio Dawson. I'm a detective at Chicago pd and I'm separated from my wife. I have feelings for you, they're real".

"Well Antonio, tell me when I can see my brother"?

"You can't. He has one phone call and he's already made that to a lawyer".

"You ruined my life. I have no family now. I have no bar, that I worked so hard at getting and keeping. Now I have no Hector. You took everything away from me when you decided to play dress up for the police". You started to sob. "Get out. Get out". You screamed.

"I'm sorry. I may not be Hector but I still love you". You pushed Antonio out the door and slammed it in his face. Falling to the floor. Your heart was broken but you couldn't let go.

Later that night you couldn't sleep. You tried everything. But your mind wouldn't let you. Usually you would call Hector up, sorry Antonio and he would talk with you until you were asleep. He made you feel at ease and safe. You had to get it in your head that he wasnt who he said he was. He lied. But you still wanted him after everything. You couldn't shake the feeling of him.

Calling up some people that Pablo knew you found out where Antonio lived and went to see him. It was about three a.m. when you pulled into his driveway. You knew this was a bad idea but you wanted to see him.

Getting out of your car you walked up the sidewalk and knocked on the door. It was forcefully opened with a man pointing a gun at you.

"Y/N? What are you doing here"? Antonio lowered his gun. You could tell you woke him up. He has sleep in his eyes and he was in a pair of grey sweats that you loved so much on him.

"I know I shouldnt be here but I can't lose these feelings I have for you. After everything you did I can just stop". Tears rolled down your face as you looked up at him.

"Come in". Antonio rubbed his fave with his hand, while closing the door.

"I'm sorry I came".

"How did you find me"?

"I know people".

"Now they'll come after me. Pablo will make sure of that". Antonio went to his window hiding behind the curtain and peeking through.

"I didn't tell them who you were. Your secret is safe with me".

"Why? Just a couple hours ago you wanted me out of your life now you're here. What do you want"?

"When you said you loved me and everything you felt was real. Did you mean it"?

"Yes. I shouldn't but I do. I lied to my boss, to my team and to the Chicago police Department. I could be in big trouble but that doesnt matter. I fell in love while undercover and that wasnt supposed to happen but it did. I love you and I can't change that". Antonio sighed.

"I love you too. More than any other person I've been with. I know it's stupid and you're probably thinking I'm an idiot because I'm here but I can't help it".

Antonio came closer to you, moving a strained of hair from your face. Taking his hand, grabbing your chin and making you look at him. "It's not stupid when you love someone". He leaned in and gently kissed your lips.

"Antonio"? It wasnt supposed to come out as a moan but it did.

"Do you want me to stop"? He kissed you again.

Shaking your head not breaking the kiss. You slid your hands down his bare chest, over his abs and stopping at his waistband. Antonio chuckled into the kiss as you snaked your hand into his sweats and grabbed his cock. Stroking him. Antonio broke the kiss and licked his lips.

"Do you want me to stop"? You asked with a seductive teasing voice, not missing a stroke.

"God, no". He roughly kissed you, his hand wrapped around your throat.

You pulled down his sweats and he stepped out of them. He was hard as rocks.

His grip on your throat got tighter as he backed you to the couch.

Quickly unbuckling your pants you threw your shoes off and your pants somewhere in the room. Lucky for Antonio you weren't wearing any panties. You spread your legs giving him a view. Bring your fingers to your mouth and sucked on them get them wet and dragging them down your body. You rubbed circles on your clit. From the pressure of Antonio's hand around your throat to you roughly rubbing your clit you were close to orgasming. Antonio saw it in your eyes as you were about to, he removed your and slapped your throbbing clit. It was missed between pleasure and pain.

"Did I tell you to cum"? He asked running his big thick fingers threw your wet lips, getting awfully close to your entrance. Just inching his fingers.

"No, daddy".

"That's right. No, I didn't". Antonio pushed his middle and ring finger inside you. Pumping in and out quickly. Binding his fingers inside you hitting your g-spot over and over.

"Fuck". Your body trembled as you couldn't contain yourself. The way he moved his finger was magic. He fucked you so good.

"Antonio, please"? You begged him to let you cum.

"Please what"? His forearm flexed those bulging arm veins you loved so much as he fingered you faster.

"Please daddy. Please". You moaned throwing your head back in pleasure. Your back arched off the couch as you came. Not letting Antonio give you a yes or no.

You squirted all over the couch, the floor and Antonio. He removed his fingers your juices running down them and his arm. You were a panting mess on the couch. Your heart felt like it would jump out of your chest and smack Antonio. But you were loving it.

"Good little girl". His hand squished up your cheeks as he kissed you. He took his tongue and licked along your lips.

Quickly removing your shirt he attacked your hard nipples. Taking on in his mouth and swirling his tongue. The nipping at them. Pressing down on it between his teeth. Your hands went to his hair, giving it a tug.

"I want you inside me". Your breath hitched as Antonio engulfed your breast into his mouth. You had big breast but some how he sucked the whole thing in.

Figuring if you wanted him you had to get him since he was occupied. Laying down on the couch, you pulled him along with you. He forced your knees open wider as he settled in between them. You grabbed his cock and lead it to your entrance and he eased in. But quickly picked up pace. Rocking his hips, you bucked yours trying to get as much friction as possible. You just needed him so badly. He was a drug that you couldnt stop taking.

"Shit". You gasped as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as hit a spot that you didnt even knew you had. Your nails raked down his back leaving red marks. Grabbing ahold of his butt you helped him push in deeper. His thrust were wild and deep. Hard and rough. Everything that you love.

Grunts and growls left Antonio's mouth his thrust became sloppy which sent vibrations threw your chest as he still had your breast in his mouth sucking.

"I'm going...to..cum". You warned him as you bit down on his collarbone. His hand wrapped around your throat, he released your breast with a pop and thrusted hard. Shock waves of pleasure rushed over you and your legs held onto him tight as you came.

Your legs shaked around him. Antonio was close to releasing. He pulled out and climbed on top of you. Bringing his cock to your mouth. You needily sucked his tip tasting yourself and him as he shot his load down your throat. You swallowed it greedy.

"Fucking hell". He panted, wiping the sweat from him brow. He sat between your legs, watching your chest go up and down.

"I didnt hurt you, did I"? Antonio sounded much less confident than Hector.

"I'm fine. You should be use to the roughness that I like". You huffed as you found your shirt on the back of the couch.

"Stay". Antonio rested his hand on your bare thigh.

"Where do you expect this to go? I cant be with you. You're a cop".

"We can work it out. I want to be with you and I know you do too. If you didnt you wouldn't be here".

"This was just a goodbye fuck. That's all. Just needed to get it out of my system".

Antonio scoffed. "Bullshit. You want me just as much as I want you. We love each other and theres nothing anyone can do about it".

"What about your boss, my brother? What are we supposed to say to them? I'm not lying or hiding. I won't".

"I'm not asking you too. I'm just asking you to give us a chance. To see where it goes".

"I just dont want either one of us to get hurt or worse killed". You sigh with worry.

"I'm not going to let anything happen to either of us. You have my word". Antonio pulled you into his arms as you both laid back on the couch. "So please. Stay".

"Okay, I'll stay". You said with a smile but deep down you knew that this relationship wouldn't last because either your brother would find out and kill Antonio or you both. His boss will find out and make you go away. Either way it wouldn't end pretty.

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