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It’s an off-duty shooting, something that no one expects to happen, least of all Greg.

You’d caught the bullet when you’d stepped out of the precinct, hurrying down the steps because you were running late to meet him at the observatory.

The stupid thing?

It wasn’t even meant for you; it was meant for the officer two steps behind you.

Greg remembers listening to the voicemail you’d left him that day. You’d been locking away your case files when you’d left it.

“Sorry Greg, I’m running late again. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Love you.”

He listens to that voicemail in the dead of night when he lies there in bed alone, staring at your pillow.

As he sits in the church, his gaze on the coffin in front of him, he recalls that morning. The sunlight playing across your bare skin as you made love to him for the last time. He remembers the way your fingertips traced over his scars, the noise that left your mouth when you hit that high. He relives every single one of those moments when he’s in the shower praying for a miracle.  

When the curtain sweeps around the coffin, he feels the agony tearing in his chest because he knows what happens next. You’d made your wishes very clear when you’d talked about it one night.

Scatter me in the lake by the cabin, you’d told him.

His chest had gotten a little tight then because a lot of your special moments had happened up there. The first time he’d said I love you, the night he’d proposed.

I want to live in on those memories, you had explained.

 Jay’s hand comes to rest on his shoulder, and he inhales, trying to stave off the stinging in his eyes. He promised himself he wouldn’t cry today, that he’d get through the funeral and grieve on his own terms.

A bottle of booze and a couple of pills to take the edge off. He’d slipped back into old habits since you’d been gone. He thinks about the gun in his nightstand, the one he’d bought from his dealer two days ago.

Tonight he’s going to do it, tonight he’s going to join you.

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Brandon "Mouse" McHolland (for @highclasstrashposts, who did most of this worldbuilding, honestly)

In the summer of 1985, a basket was left in front of Firehouse 51. Inside, there was a baby, and a blanket, and a note pinned to the fleece. There was no explanation, no number to call, no indication that whoever had left him there would return.

take care of Brandon for me

There weren't many people to take care of him - between Herrmann's new marriage and Boden's crumbling one, the number of homes he could go to was slim. But it would be worse if he was put into the system, being passed from one foster home to another without any kind of stability. If they wanted to follow the single instruction left in the note, and take care of the child that was left in their care, he needed a good life, someone constant in it, a support system he could always rely on no matter where life took him.

So, even if Mouch was the one who took him in, gave him food and a roof, it really did take a village to raise a child. While his name legally became Brandon McHolland, he had an entire firehouse to call family. He had uncles and cousins, even if none of them were related to him by blood. He had as many people to go to for advice as he could imagine, and plenty of space to roam around the firehouse when he started walking and saying more than babbled syllables.

When he still had trouble repeating a few names he heard around the firehouse, with the ch coming out closer to sh, he got his own silly nickname that wasn't far off from his adopted father's. By the time his age reached double digits, he answered to Mouse more than he answered to Brandon, and he almost preferred it that way. Even if they weren't family biologically, having a name, no matter how silly, that could be easily mistaken for another felt important to him. It gave him a connection to the most important person in his life beyond the same address and last name.

"No one cares more about abandoned babies than me."

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[dandelionfairyyy]

Messy G. G.

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

Pairing: Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz x fem!reader

Wordcount: 7,193 (I’m sorry 😭)

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dad!"

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

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

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

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

They cannot hurt you. They cannot hurt you.

They know nothing about you...

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

Shit!

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't give me any ideas."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smirk.

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

Instead, you focus on the food.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe you should make a change?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Worth a try, isn't it?"

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

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

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

"Some people I just like to take care of.

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

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

"You got it, boss."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nice to meet you too."

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

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

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

"I would rather say business partner.”

You look at him curiously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you selling them?"

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

"What happened to that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"God. I'm so pathetic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your kiss is gentle, careful and sensual.

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

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

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

You blow out the smoke upwards with relish.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One more time you have to take a deep breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Maybe," Mouse replies with a grin.

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

"Are you coming?"

"Where?"

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

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

"Where are you going?" he just asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sigh and lean your head against his shoulder.

"I hate it," you admit.

In response, Mouse squeezes your hand.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What happened?" you ask cautiously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes. Maybe..."

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

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

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

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

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

You get into the lift.

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

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

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

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

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

Again you giggle at his silliness.

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

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

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

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

"Just take any."

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

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

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

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

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

Mouse nods in understanding.

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

You had painted an avenue where people were walking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where?"

"'I’ll think about it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mouse... thank you..."

"For what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your excited moan shoots straight between his loins.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What was that?"

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

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

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

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

A small smile also appears on his lips.

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

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

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

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

…to be continued

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#mouse #mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz x reader #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #writing #writers on tumblr #short story #chicago pd #fiction #imagine #fanfiction

[most-mistreated-characters]

Round 1: Left Side - Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds) vs. Mouse Gerwitz (Chigaco PD)

#mistreated polls #poll #most mistreated characters tournament #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #criminal minds aaron hotchner #mouse gerwitz #chicago pd

[adarafaelbarba]

We're gonna close the curtains

"Greg--Come back to bed, it's still dark outside", you said sleepily as you curled up under the duvet. "Just give me a moment my love, just gonna close the curtains." You'd both forgotten them in the heat of the moment from the night before. And it wasn't the first time. When the two of you were together, especially after one or both had come back from overseas, it was a rush to get together and relieve the good moments, as well as take away the pain of what you'd both seen. "It's so cold here without you." He could barely hear you with how muffled your voice was in the duvet, but he smiled softly none the less and cuddled up close to you. "I'm here my love, and I'm not going anywhere."

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[crowdiminico]

We all love the "Mouse's found-family mother is Platt" idea because it feels so comfy, perfect and right.

But have we considered the other outcome that would naturally occur in this scenario; that would be hilarious, juxtaposing and brilliant...

"Mouse's found-family father is Mouch"

#hear me out #just think of the family dinners #“randall this is the mouse i was talking about” #“you mean you weren't talking about an actual tiny mouse living at the 21st?” #greg mouse gerwitz #mouse gerwitz #chicago pd mouse #gregorygerwitz #trudy platt #sergeant platt #randall mcholland #mouch mcholland #plouch #chicago pd #chicago fire #one chicago

[crazybagelbitch]

The fact that we never got to see Mouse, Jay, and Will all living together is a travesty. Two girlfailures in Jay’s life with housing insecurity? Put them into the world’s worst roommate situation

#Shitpost #mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #will halstead #jay halstead

[inside-district21]

Jay: Are you busy?

Mouse: Yes.

Jay: Cool, listen to this.

#chicago p.d. #chicago pd #chicago pd incorrect quotes #incorrect chicago pd #incorrect chicago pd quotes #incorrect quotes chicago pd #21st district #district 21 #incorrect 21st district #incorrect district 21 #jay halstead #mouse gerwitz #mousestead

[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

A Herrmann/Halstead Production: Series Rundown

Hello! Thought it would be a good idea to make a main post with all of the links for my OneChicago crossover fic series, A Herrmann/Halstead Production. (ao3 series link here.) What's the series? It's an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this original character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths. I pull some plot lines from the three shows to weave into the big picture storyline, but there will be a fair amount of differences. Hopefully you still check it out! Story Links:

All header artwork has been created by the awesome @sowrongitslottie!

Part One: Oopsie Baby

--Read it on Tumblr: Chapter One (Three chapters in total. Follow the links at the end of each post to read the next chapter.) OR -- Read it on ao3 --

Part Two: Promises Kept

--Read it on Tumblr: Chapter One (Three chapters in total. Follow the links at the end of each post to read the next chapter.) OR -- Read it on ao3 --

Part Three: Stop Adopting My Friends

--Read it on Tumblr: Chapter One (Three chapters in total. Follow the links at the end of each post to read the next chapter.) OR -- Read it on ao3 --

Part Four: If You Give a Mouse a Cookie

-- Read it on Tumblr: Chapter One (Three chapters in total. Follow the links at the end of each post to read the next chapter.) OR -- Read it on ao3 --

Part Five: Now Kiss!

-- Read it on Tumblr -- OR -- Read it on ao3

Part Six: Where There's a Will

-- Read it on Tumblr: Chapter One (Five chapters in total. Follow the links at the end of each post to read the next chapter.) OR -- Read it on ao3 --

Part Seven: First Rule of Game Night

-- Read it on Tumblr --OR -- Read it on ao3 --

Part Eight: A Fun Fair, An Alleged Flirtation, and a New Living Arrangement

-- Read it on Tumblr -- OR -- Read it on ao3 --

Part Nine: Will and Bex: ROOMIES!

-- Read it on Tumblr: Chapter One (Four chapters in total. Follow the links at the end of each post to read the next chapter.) OR -- Read it on ao3 --

Part Ten: Do Your "Grrr, We're Intelligence" Thing

-- Read it on Tumblr: Chapter One (Three chapters in total. Follow the links at the end of each post to read the next chapter.) OR -- Read it on ao3 --

Bonus Fic: IT'S DECEMBER 23RD, WILL!!!

-- Read on Tumblr -- OR -- Read on ao3 --

Part Eleven: Sometimes You Need

-- Read it on Tumblr -- OR -- Read it on ao3 --

Part Twelve: Reckless [With My Heart]

-- Read it on Tumblr: Chapter One (Six chapters in total. Follow the links at the end of each post to read the next chapter.) OR -- Read it on ao3 --

Part Thirteen: There's a Way

-- Read it on Tumblr: Chapter One (Seven chapters in total. Follow the links at the end of each post to read the next chapter.) OR -- Read it on ao3 --

Part Fourteen: Game Night 2: Fresh Blood

-- Read it on Tumblr -- OR -- Read it on ao3 --

Bonus Fic: The Grocery Story Trip

-- Read on Tumblr -- OR -- Read on ao3 --

Part Fifteen: The Centre Must Hold

-- Read it on Tumblr: Chapter One (Seven chapters in total. Follow the links at the end of each post to read the next chapter.) OR -- Read it on ao3 --

Part Sixteen: Congratulations on Not Dying (Happy Birthday, Chris!)

--Read it on Tumblr: Chapter One (Five chapters in total. Follow the links at the end of each post to read the next chapter.) OR -- Read it on ao3 --

Part Seventeen: Wingman? Wingwoman? Wingperson.

--Read it on Tumblr: Chapter One (Four chapters in total. Follow the links at the end of each post to read the next chapter.) OR -- Read it on ao3 --

Bonus Fic: I Am Looking Disrespectfully, Sir

-- Read on Tumblr --OR-- Read on ao3 --

Part Eighteen: Honesty. Horrible, Horrible Honesty. --Read it on Tumblr: Chapter One (Eleven chapters in total. Follow the links at the end of each post to read the next chapter.) OR -- Read it on ao3 --

Part Nineteen: 500 Miles --Read it on Tumblr: Chapter One (Sixteen chapters in total. Follow the links at the end of each post to read the next chapter.) OR -- Read it on ao3 --

Part Twenty: Game Night 3: It’s Bex Ball, Bébés --Read it on Tumblr: Chapter One (Two chapters in total. Follow the links at the end of each post to read the next chapter.) OR -- Read it on ao3 -- (Rules of Bex Ball found here.)

Part Twenty-One: That Herrmann/Halstead DNA --Read it on Tumblr: Chapter One (Seven chapters in total. Follow the links at the end of each post to read the next chapter.) OR -- Read it on ao3 --

Part Twenty-Two: Fine is a Four-Letter Word --Read it on Tumblr: Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three (ongoing) OR -- Read it on ao3 --

More parts to come! NEW: I've started a secondary series to go along with this AU called A Herrmann/Halstead Production - Not Fics and Ficlets and Fun Bits! I'm using it to store all of the little asides that don't fit into the regular series. I'll put links here for that series as well (unless it gets too big and needs its own post.) A H/H Production - Not Fics and Ficlets and Fun Bits 1. Thanksgiving 2014 The list of upcoming ideas for this series can be found HERE and you can feel free to make suggestions for it too!

I've also created a post with who I could cast as the original characters in this series and you can check it out HERE!

As always, my inbox is open if you want to say hi!

(And if you're on ao3, please feel free to say hi and leave a comment/question over there!) Thanks for checking out the series! :D

LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the gorgeous cover @sowrongitslottie made for this series:

#chicago fire #chicago med #chicago pd #one chicago #christopher herrmann #jay halstead #will halstead #halstead brothers #oc character #rebecca 'bex' herrmann #halstead sister #sibling bonding #found family #team as family #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #alternate universe #not canon #not beta read #my first fanfic series #A Herrmann/Halstead Production #rhodestead #connor rhodes #will halstead x connor rhodes #greg “mouse” gerwitz #greg gerwitz #greg “mouse” gerwitz x original female character #mouse gerwitz #herrmann family

[spiritcold5]

#greg mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #mouse gerwitz #chicago pd #one chicago #moodboard #felt angsty might delete later #be sad about Mouse with me

[bullet-prooflove]

Greg ‘Mouse’ Gerwitz Masterlist

Mouse x Reader

Sunday Mornings With Mouse - Waking up with Mouse on Sunday Mornings.

Mouse & His Sobriety - Reflecting on Mouse’s soberity.

Mouse On Reading - What Mouse loves to read.

Living With Mouse - What it’s like living with Mouse.

Married To Mouse - What it’s like being married to Mouse.

Nightly Routine With Mouse - What is Mouse’s nightly routine?

Small Gifts - Mouse asks you out after receiving a gift from you.

Stolen Moments - Mouse sends a little time with his and your daughter.

Anything But Casual - Mouse admits his feelings for you aren’t casual.

Honeymoon With Mouse - What it’s like being on a honeymoon with Mouse.

Friday Nights With Mouse -  How you and Mouse spend Friday nights.

Working in Tech With Mouse - Two nerds get it together.

Dating Mouse and Being Jay’s Sister - Mouse frets about telling Jay.

Aggressive Guy In A Bar - How Mouse responds.

Neck Kisses (NSFW) - Mouse loves lazy Sundays.

How Long Have You Been Hiding This - Mouse challenges you about something you recieved in the post.

7 Months - Mouse comes home to discuss the future. - Companion piece to  How Long Have You Been Hiding This.

Shaking Hands - Mouse tries to hide his shaking hands.

Anal Sex (NSFW) - Mouse loves your ass.

Bad Day - You and Mouse both have a bad day.

Rainy Day with Mouse -  You draw Mouse as he sleeps.

Seen - Mouse helps you recover after you are injured.

Return On Investment - Greg points out the problem with the guys you’ve been dating.

Empathy - You are there for Mouse when he struggles with depression.

Voice Mail - Mouse can’t face a life without you.

Suicidal!Mouse:

Falling - Mouse ODs on the beach.

A Safe Place - You return to the place where Mouse commited suicide. 

Series:

Placeholder - You don’t love your boyfriend and Mouse knows it.

Placeholder Part Two: Promises (NSFW) - Mouse comforts you during your break up.

PTSD!Mouse - Can be read as stand alone or part of a series (Completed)

Part One: Night Terrors - Mouse experiances night terrors as part of his PTSD.

Part Two: Making Plans - Mouse and you make plans.

Part Three: Reflection - Jay Halstead - Jay isn’t sure a relationship is a good idea.

Part Four: Coming Clean - Mouse comes clean.

Part Five: No Pressure - Mouse walks you home.

Part Six: Self Care - Greg Gerwitz  (NSFW) - Mouse has an experiance he hasn’t had in a long time.

Part Seven: Lucky - Mouse can’t believe how lucky he is.

Part Eight: Home - Mouse and you have the perfect first date.

Part Nine: Baby… - (NSFW) You give yourself over to Mouse.

Part Ten: His - The Morning After

Five Sentence Series: Addict!Mouse

stay up all night all alone waiting by the phone?

Holding on through, every night

I thought that I was the exception I could rewrite your addiction

“Well how the hell was I supposed to know that?

Thrashing the covers off

I was losing my mind

THOTS:

Fun - Mouse loves the fun the two of you have.

Mouse’s NSFW Dirty Alphabet:

Alone Time

Bondage

Crying

Quiet

X Dressing

Yes Sir

Zones

Chats

Discussing Mouse’s previous OD - Erin Lindsey x Greg Gerwitz - Friendship

Discussing the kiss - Greg Gerwitz x Reader

Olinsky catching up with your Dad - Al Olinsky x Reader - Friendship

Discussing Mouse Dating - Jay Halstead x Greg Gerwi

#greg gerwitz imagine #greg mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz x reader #greg gerwitz #mouse gerwitz #mouse imagine #mouse x reader

[aromanticbuck]

Erin: This is my boyfriend Jay, and his boyfriend Mouse. Voight: Oh. Wait, sorry, what's the situation? Erin: What do you mean? Voight: How does this work? Erin: Jay is gay, but he's straight for me, but he's gay for Mouse, and Mouse is really gay for Jay. And I hate Mouse. Jay: It's not that complicated. Mouse: No. Voight: Oh. Yeah. Sure. Voight, later, to Al: The thing about youth culture is... I don't understand it.

#erin lindsay #jay halstead #mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #hank voight #cpd #chicago pd #one chicago #linstead #mouselinstead #i turned on parks and rec because kit left me unattended

[kitweewoos]

Mouse: I will never judge your food opinions. I will, however, judge how you say "abominable."

Jay: Abomidable?

Mouse: There's no T in it.

Jay: I'm not saying a T.

Mouse: A D, then. Whatever.

Jay: Maybe?

Mouse: A bomb.

Jay: A bomb.

Mouse: In.

Jay: In.

Mouse: A bull.

Jay: A bull.

Mouse: Abominable.

Jay: Abomidable.

Mouse: No.

#jay halstead #cpd #chicago pd #one chicago #mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #moustead #Alex made this post #(my phone is dying but i needed to roast Kit on main)

[marshmallows2345]

softie (jay halstead x greg gerwitz x reader)

Content Warning: smut, double penetration(both anal and vaginal), mouse teasing you, and oral (m! receiving)

a/n: i LOVE mouse and jay together sm like…omg

you had turned over a new leaf, started a new life.

when you left the rangers, you became a paramedic, dedicating yourself to saving lives instead of taking them. you also started a life with the two men who got you out of the valley, out of the death and destruction: greg, otherwise known as mouse, and jay, who you affectionately dubbed pretty boy. the two men were in love with both each other and you. it was heaven on earth, except when the three of you had first come home. but once you all became able to love again, you ended up moving in together.

jay and mouse nicknamed you softie. whenever you were with them, you were just a big ol’ softie. not that they minded; they found it cute. you were always clinging to one of them, usually jay, since mouse wasn’t one for PDA. jay, as much as he tried to play it cool, was the biggest teddy bear you hd ever met. mouse was next on the list, except he preferred to be clingy in private. he always had his head in your lap, much to jay’s dismay.

they knew you worried about them, both for their mental and their physical health. between the two of them, if you weren’t dragging one away from a stupid situation, you considered yourself lucky. you loved them, though, and no amount of antics could change that. it was why you worried so much, making sure they had a dinner every night, reminding them that water wasn’t an option, it was a necessity. they appreciated it, even if they constantly protested when you reminded them to take care of themselves.

your worries came to a bursting point when they texted you that they were both going to go on a bust. that was typical from jay, he was a full-on detective. but mouse? mouse was just the computer guy. he shouldn’t be out in the field. however, you knew better than to protest, and so you told them to come back home safe and alive. it was what you always said to jay, and now mouse.

for the first time, in a really long time, you were praying. you prayed your boys, the ones who kept you safe over in death’s valley, would come back to you. you couldn’t lose them, not after you had worked to keep them for so long. so, you prayed until you got the text from mouse.

“Hey-coming home w/jay, got a little beat up, but we r okay”

you sighed in relief. a little beat up was okay; that meant that you could fix them at home. now, you just waited for them to come home. they would come home to their “softie,” who was probably going to go grey within three years thanks to them.

they came stumbling through the door, bickering as per usual. you smiled at them and said,

“my boys!”

they piled onto the couch with you, tackling you in a sweaty bear hug.

“missed you, huh?” mouse asked as he nestled into your lap.

“my boys are back, and,” you said, trailing off as you noticed jay’s cuts and injuries. “what happened to you, pretty boy?”

“well,” mouse said, ���from what i heard, they said something about not letting him see his girl, cause they had-“

“i got it. tell me you cleaned them, jay?”

“paramedics did,” jay replied as he curled up with you and mouse.

“good. my boys,” you murmured, running your fingers through mouse’s hair and looking up at jay. “always keeping me safe. why don’t i repay them? give them something to reward them for all their hard work?”

both mouse and jay’s eyes darkened with lust as they read into the double meaning of your words.

“what’d you have in mind?” jay cooed as he slid his hand underneath your shirt.

instead, you got up and rolled off the couch. mouse whined in protest, missing the feeling of your hand in his hair, but once he saw you on your knees, he quickly shut up.

“this is just the beginning,” you murmured as you knelt in front of him and mouse. “it’s all about the two of you tonight.”

jay and mouse undid their jeans, and you licked your lips. you reached in and pulled out both of their cocks, feeling them harden underneath your touch.

“fuck, pretty thing,” mouse cooed as you stroked their cocks. “jay, she’s the best.”

you wrapped your lips around jay’s cock, watching as his head rolled back. your tongue swirled around the head of his cock as you smiled up at him.

“aw, come on, softie,” mouse whined, wanting to feel your mouth. “don’t give him all the fun.”

you rolled your eyes as you started sucking on mouse’s cock, stroking jay’s with your hand. the two of them were incredibly needy, and when they got needy, that meant the bickering would start. you took mouse deeper into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks around him.

“fuck,” he groaned. “can’t get enough of you.”

you pulled off of mouse and said,

“i love going down on you both, but i think we both know there’s something we all want a little more. don’t even worry about me. just let me make my boys feel good, huh?”

you tugged off your shorts and panties, leaving them on the floor. as you climbed onto mouse, you straddled his hips.

“come on, softie, don’t…”

“i won’t. don’t worry. jay, get the lube. i want you in my ass.”

his smile spread across his face in an instant, and he hurried off to get the lube. you lined up mouse’s cock with your entrance and slowly sank down on him. you let out the softest, prettiest whine as he bottomed out in you.

“oh, this never gets old,” jay quipped as he came back into the room with the lube. “you two look so good together.”

“thanks, jay, now come over and fill me up. please?” you asked, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes.

he softly chuckled and got his fingers slicked up before gently easing one into you. the stretch and feeling of being stuffed from both ends was almost overwhelming. jay eased in two, then three fingers, making you clench around mouse. you had done anal with the two of them before, but usually it was mouse taking you from behind. jay, you could tell, was very happy to be in mouse’s usual spot.

“i’m ready,” you whimpered as jay’s fingers scissored inside of you. “oh, please..”

“i gotcha, pretty girl,” jay cooed as he kissed your neck. “slow and steady. mouse, don’t move, just rub her clit for her.”

jay slowly edged in, making your eyes widen as you looked back at him. but mouse turned your chin, forcing you to look forward.

“eyes here. i wanna watch you,” he murmured as he rubbed your clit. your eyes fluttered closed as you softly moaned. “oh, that’s a girl, looking so pretty.”

jay’s hand wrapped around your throat, not applying any pressure, just keeping you in line. you felt jay bury himself inside you, hearing him let out a deep groan.

“oh,” you whimpered as the men you loved laid kisses all over your neck. “move, please, one of you..”

mouse gently thrusted into you, and your hands clutched onto his shoulders. as he pulled out, jay thrusted in, making your whole body jolt forward. you were at their mercy, and you loved it. mouse’s fingers worked at your clit, rubbing it in tight, quick circles, while jay leaned over and kissed you. you pulled him closer, as close as you could given the position. when he pulled away, he then moved to kiss mouse, something that seemed almost effortless. you felt jay’s lips then reattach yourslef to your neck.

your boys always took care of you. they always knew how to make you feel good, how to make you feel so safe and protected. you looked between the two of them and gave them each a smile.

“such a pretty thing,” mouse cooed as he and jay fucked you. “never felt someone better..”

your hips ground against the two of them as they picked up the pace. you clutched onto mouse’s shoulders as your hips jerked forward.

“oho,” jay chuckled as he thrust into you harder than before. “do you like this?”

you nodded, turning your head just enough to look at jay. his face was contorted in pleasure as he fucked you, and he let out the sexiest groans. mouse was underneath you, but he was biting his lip to keep quiet.

“c’mon, mouse. lemme hear you-ah!” you moaned as mouse roughly thrusted into you. “keep doinf that, both of you, please!”

you swore that you had never felt better as the two of them pounded into you. mouse was rubbing your clit, jay had his hand around your throat, and you were in between them, taking it. you could feel the bubble in your stomach start to get bigger and bigger, and as your muscles tightened, mouse and jay let out louder groans. you were clenching around them, holding them in tighter.

“she’s so tight-fuck!”

“mouse, you should feel her ass, oh god..”

“please, i-i’m so close,” you pleaded.

“cum for us,” mouse encouraged.

you fell over the edge, letting out a loud cry as the bubble popped. clutching onto mouse, your body shook as you released onto the both of them.

“that’s a good girl,” jay murmured, “now let us cum in you, hm?”

“yes, fill me up,” you breathed. “my boys…”

they smirked at each other before chasing their release, knowing you were there to satisfy. you felt them thrust sloppily into you before feeling the rush of their cum spill into you. jay let go of your neck and he kissed your cheek.

“hey, hey,” he murmured, “felt so good, huh?”

“yeah, yeah…”

“come on, then, baby,” mouse said, soothing you as jay slowly pulled out. “oh, that’s a good girl…”

jay pulled you off of mouse before helping you stand. you chuckled at the sight. all three of you were disheveled, clothes still on and messy, you were half-dressed, and both mouse and jay were sweaty and gross.

“might start calling you bambi,” mouse quipped as he tucked himself away. “let’s clean you up.”

you shot him an evil glare and stuck your tongue out at him before clutching onto jay. both jay and mouse helped you to the bathtub, where they cleaned you up. they were always so gentle with you, so loving. you never, ever felt unsafe or uncared for when you were with them.

“so, bambi, you wanna get to bed?” mouse quipped.

you slapped his chest and said,

“you are NOT calling me bambi.”

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