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hanna-writess · 22 days ago

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It's falling faster than the way you love to shut me down

Pairing: Adam x Fem!Detective Summary: when you can't have someone, you find yourself taking in the little details about them- hoping they don't notice, however it's impossible when the deed is mutual Prompt: Sunglasses! Day 6 of @summerinwayhaven prompt list :} Tags: pining, unresolved feelings, idiots in love Disclaimers: angst, requited love, hurt/comfort, bittersweet ending Word Count: 1186 A/N: I would say the direction this one went in was unexpected but the banner isn't exactly sunshine and rainbows! I apologize in advance for how unbearable they are

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ Cherise watched Adam in the short distance between them, his usual plain clothing, same aviator glasses, entire frame tense, as if ready for anything.

She had a feeling he would look nice in colors, besides shades of grey, navy blues, black. Never such a thing was voiced though.

He did nothing different- even in the unforgiving heat of summer.

The sun glinted in the reflection of his glasses, and she hoped he didn’t notice her stare through her own.

If it wasn’t patrolling, a mission or training, they were rarely alone. Wherever they went, excruciating silence followed. Or they conversed as if nothing was wrong, like what was between them was perfectly fine.

“You’re unfocused,” he remarked, like it was something anybody would have caught onto.

“I can concentrate just fine,” she answered, short and not so sweet.

“I did not say it to upset you,” there wasn’t any heat to his tone nor defensiveness to his words.

“I know.” Seemed all she could conjure up to say.

She hadn’t been able to help her reaction, the snap that happened before she could stop it. Cherise would love to think it was unlike her, but that was merely hopeful thinking. Everyone had those unforeseeable moments.

He seemed to bring out the frustration in her, and it all fell into his lap- whether she meant for it too or not.

The chance of what could be was like freefalling, internally hope to be caught or feel like you’re flying until the bone crush.

“It seems both of us are not at our best.” He admitted.

While the tension wasn’t as taut, it was still palpable. A line one of them had to cross first, or it never would be. Crazily enough, it was him that had lately.

“Are you hungry?” he asked after a stretch of silence.

Surprise took her over, as there was little that he allowed to interrupt patrols. Willingly offering such a thing caught her off guard.

“I could go for something to eat.” She said softly.

It seemed her answer pleased him.

The chaos he unleashed on her senses never failed to knock her off balance, she realized, as they walked together. Enough space to be polite, too close to be casual.

His blonde hair had grown slightly, so light in the gleam of the sun, his green eyes hidden behind the shades of his glasses, flashes of pale skin on display, his hand almost brushing hers.

The sun brought out a warmth in his skin, a dusty flush of color.

Funny how he could have her fuming or filled with admiration.

Color livened all its surroundings, but their dynamic seemed to have left them in grey scale. There were only flashes and touches of shades when together.

Whenever she glanced away, to peer into shops, admire her surroundings, say hello to whoever’s attention caught, he was watching her- unseen. For someone looking in from the outside, it might have been painfully obvious.

She just missed it, not meant to catch what would turn into a spiral. Oblivious in a way that spared her feelings, that saved his from being acknowledged.

Adam had berated her before, to be safe, for being careless, to pay attention to her surroundings, anything he thought wasn’t right. When in truth, it was rather fear driving him. The underlying need to protect her, when he had failed to do so other times.

Something that haunted him, forever would.

Their footfalls brought them to Haley’s, as if instinctively. A familiar path they had walked times before.

Before she had the chance, he had already reached for the door, held it open for her.

He could be a royal pain when he wished to be, or a perfect gentleman. The contrast was bewildering.

They made their way inside, and Cherise greeted Haley as always, ordering her usual while Adam declined anything.

Settling into her favorite table, with the window side view, looking out onto Wayhaven with the flurry of summer. Families, friends, strangers, couples.

Once again, the bakery had changed again for the season, different decorations, bright colors. Themed sugar shakers and other tableware.

He never understood the need for change. Something that was new, invited danger. Uncharted waters were something he would never explore.

She leans back into her seat, hands rested on the table. Her painted nails were already wearing- as she had done them on a whim.

Her side was blanketed in shade, while Adam’s was bathed in sun. It didn’t seem to faze him, at least in this moment, vulnerable in the rays of light. If she’d said it aloud, steam would already be coming out of his ears by the implication.

“You’ve been quiet as of late,” he comments, unassuming.

“I don’t think there’s been much to say,” she replies in kind, not daring to steal a glance at him, rather than risk the fragile walls she’s built.

Less she hoped for him to have a change of heart, that when she reached out for him, her love wouldn’t be brushed aside. Overlooked in the name of fear. Of a refusal to even entertain the notion of what could be.

There seemed to be a retort on the tip of his tongue, one he couldn’t bring himself to say. It never manifested into anything more than her speculation.

How she wished it were different..

“As do I.”

Apparently it was harder to keep things in then she thought once upon a time.

That recurring silence found them once again, just as unendurable as the last times.

Cherise stared off into nothing, wishing for the ground to swallow her whole, into the depths of darkness, where this wasn’t happening.

Except a warm hand pulled her right back. Hesitant in its outstretch, just a whisper of a touch.

There was a voice in the back of her mind, telling her to retreat before it was too late- while she had listened to it not long ago, now she couldn’t bring herself too.

Her fingers gently curl around his, afraid to scare him away. Adam only stares at the entanglement, frozen and not taking a single breath- or at least, that’s what it looked like.

Whichever one of them held their breath longer, who knew.

“Here you go!”

At the slight interruption, Cherise’s attention is all Haley’s, thanking her for the dish and her signature drink. Whether she had no clue of what she was interrupting- or simply used to it. Cherise had no idea if the former or latter was worse.

Just as soon as she appeared, Haley’s presence was gone.

Instead of snapping his hand back, like he was burned, he lingered.

A flicker of hope tugged at her heartstrings, tearing at them.

Adam’s touch acted as a balm, soothing what he had left behind.

Green met grey, blending and intermingling as they stared.

And by some miracle, silence didn’t hurt so much.

They could have this, for now. An end with them holding hands, a small gesture of affection, that won’t go mentioned again after this.

Her appetite fades, while she longs for something else.

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#summer in wayhaven #a du mortain #adam du mortain #cherise olsen #adam x detective #twc detective #the wayhaven chronicles #twc #first adam fic ever!#i fear its not too surprising it's not perfect

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chicago-pd-is-weird · 1 year ago

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Hank Voight x Fem!Reader - Pt. 2

Request for @maximeseveridecaseyc - I hope you like it!

Synopsis: Part 2 of THIS request - Reader and Voight are taking the next step in their relationship! :)

Eight months went by, your relationship with Hank growing deeper and more passionate every day. Your bruises had healed, and you’d naturally gained some weight, but it was good weight. You were happier and despite still having nightmares, Hank stayed by your side. You often spent your days in his house, as you felt safe there. He urged you to go out on your own, because he didn’t want to restrict you. When you did leave, you went to Molly’s and worked a weekend shift, especially when Hank was wrapped up in a case.

One day, Hank came home to you, a wide smile on his face. It was rare to see him in such a good mood due to his line of work. You walked to the door and greeted him.

“Hey baby,” you said softly, waiting for him to strip his outer jacket and shoes before wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

He looked down at you, his smile only growing. “Hey there,” he replied. “How was your day?”

You laughed. “It was good. Looks like yours was too.”

He kissed you again, rubbing your waist. “Even better now that I’m home with you.”

You smiled, putting a hand up to his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “Seems like you’re extra happy today.”

Hank hummed, turning his head to kiss your hand, using one hand to take it and hold it. “Come on, let’s eat dinner. I’m just so happy to see my girlfriend.”

You laughed, using your free hand to rub his chest before he whisked you away to the kitchen. The two of you decided to cook spaghetti. You and Hank worked together on the meal, Hank playfully getting some sauce on his finger and pressing it to your nose. You gasped and laughed, getting him back by saucing him in the cheek. You both laughed, the happiest people in the world in those moments. The rest of the world didn’t exist as the two of you laughed and wiped the sauce from one another’s faces.

You wrapped your arms around his torso, pressing your face into his chest. “You know, when I first met you, I never thought that you’d be such a softie.“

Hank couldn’t help but blush when you called him that. “I hope you don’t go around telling people that. I have to keep my hard-ass reputation.” He laughed, stroking your hair as he held you close.

“No, it’s just for me,” you whispered, pulling back and kissing him deeply.

Hank smiled down at you when you parted. “Yeah, it is.” He reached into his pocket, pulling something out after a moment and keeping it hidden in his hand. “Look, (Y/N), you’re the first person to make me happy since Camille passed on. I want to make sure you stick around. I know it’s really informal but… I want to ask you if you’ll marry me.” Hank opened his hand to reveal a simple engagement ring.

You blushed deeply, gasping softly when he asked, tears welling in your eyes. How could you say no to him? He made you just as happy. You slowly took the ring from his hand, nodding as you looked up at him, slipping it on your ring finger. “Yes… Yes, Hank, I’d love to marry you.” You pushed closer into his embrace as he pulled you as close as possible, kissing you deeply, passion and love pouring from his soul, directly into yours. You felt completely fulfilled by this moment alone.

You wrapped your arms tightly around Hank, practically jumping into his arms. He smiled and pulled you up, setting you up on the counter as he turned off the stove. “You know, I didn’t plan to do this until after dinner, but it was so… perfect.”

You smiled down at him, carting your fingers through his hair and rubbing the nape of his neck. “Yeah, it was perfect,” you affirmed. “I couldn’t think of anything better.”

The next day, you went with Hank into work, as you sometimes did, especially because you liked to visit the intelligence unit, who had come to be your close friends and practically family.

It was Antonio who noticed it first. He was a father, and he had taken on something of a parent role to you as well. He looked at your hand, then met your eyes and smiled. “Congratulations,” he said softly, so the others wouldn’t hear.

“Thanks,” you whispered with a nod as you walked over to see Erin and Jay in the break room. “Hey guys.”

Erin smiled when she saw you. “Hey, (Y/N)!” She walked over and gave you a gentle hug. “You seem different.”

You shrugged a little. “What do you mean?” You smiled at her as Jay handed you a cup of coffee, which you held with both hands as you sipped.

Erin hummed, looking you over. “You look like you’re glowing.”

“Well, I had a good night last night,” you said with a small laugh.

Hank came up behind you in the doorway, a rare smile on his face. Erin didn’t see him smile like that often, meeting his eyes for a moment before Hank looked down.

Erin’s eyes turned to you, gasping when she saw the engagement ring on your finger. “No way,” she said with a laugh. “Hank, you sly dog.”

Hank shrugged. “What can I say?”

Jay laughed. “Congratulations.” He walked over, giving you a small hug, then shaking Hank’s hand.

Erin came over and hugged you tightly. “I’m so happy for the two of you.” She smiled, then hugged Hank as well. “I’m glad you make each other happy.”

You turned to look at Hank as he hugged his foster daughter, a bright smile on your face. “Erin, I’d love it if you could be my maid of honor.”

Erin turned quickly to you, smiling. “I’d love to, (Y/N). Anything you need, let me know.”

Hank chuckled. “We talked about it last night. We decided we’d just have a small wedding and elope. Just close friends.”

Antonio walked in, smiling and shaking Hank’s hand. “Congratulations - both of you.” He hugged you tightly, kissing your cheek. “You both deserve it.”

You smiled and hugged Antonio tightly. “Walk me down the aisle?”

Antonio pulled back, looking at you with a look of surprise. “Me? Are you sure?”

“Who else?” You asked with a smile.

—

Three months later, you were dress shopping. Your wedding was set for a month out, making you both excited and nervous. It wasn’t a huge ceremony, but you wanted it to be just right. Hank was the love of your life, your first true love and the man who ultimately treated you like you were worth more than a passing glance. You weren’t a body with Hank, you were a person.

“(Y/N),” Erin said, gently putting a hand on your shoulder. “You ready?”

“Yeah,” you said, walking with Erin into the store, Jay right behind you.

When you walked in, you were greeted by a man and a woman, both of which would be assisting you.

After trying on eighteen dresses, you were exhausted. None of them were quite right. You liked a few, hated a few others, and were indifferent on the rest. You were upset that you couldn’t find one you loved and were going to settle on one of the ones you thought were okay instead. That’s when Jay popped out of the aisle. “Hey, (Y/N), try this one.”

“I’m exhausted, Jay,” you groaned. “It’s fine, I’ll just pick one of these.”

“No, I’m serious, this is the last one. Try it.”

“Jay…” you whined. “Come on…”

Erin walked over to Jay, looking at the dress he was holding, then nodding. “Come on, (Y/N), one more.”

You looked at the both of them, then sighed. “Fine. But this is the last one. Then I’m leaving.”

You got into the dress which fit you well in all the right places. You bit your lip as you looked down at it, wondering if it actually looked as good as you thought. When you walked out and stood on the podium, you looked at Erin and Jay on the couch first. “Does it look okay?”

Jay smiled brightly, nodding. Erin gasped and stood up, walking over to you. “(Y/N), you need to see it for yourself.”

You bit your lip as Erin helped you move around to the mirror, your eyes closed tightly. When you finally got the courage to open your eyes and look, you blushed, then tears welled in your eyes. You put your hands to your face, gasping as you started to cry. “It’s… perfect.”

“Told you,” Jay said, standing and joining Erin. “It’s always in the last place you look.”

You laughed, shaking your head and wiping the tears from your face. “That’s only lost things, silly.”

Jay shrugged and chuckled.

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You and Hank had decided at the last minute to have your wedding on the steps of the 21st district. Seeing as it was a weekend, the foot traffic could be routed through a different door. Trudy was able to take care of it for you. She was so happy for Hank that he had found someone new since Camille had passed. You, Erin, Stella, and Sylvie were a block away at Sylvie's apartment. The girls had personally taken care of your hair and makeup, styling it so that your face was perfectly framed. As you finished assembling your dress and got your shoes on, you looked in the mirror, biting your lip. Everything was perfect, and you were glowing. The engagement ring on your finger was sparkling brightly, and you couldn't help but smile, thinking about Hank, hoping he thought you were beautiful too.

A knock came to the door. Erin walked over and cracked it open, then allowed Antonio inside. Antonio stepped in, nodding to the three bridesmaids, then to you with a small smile. "Beautiful."

"Thanks," you said softly, nodding back at him. "Is everyone ready at the district?"

"Yep, just waiting on you." He walked over, offering his arm. You took it, the two of you walking downstairs and out to his car. Erin, Stella and Sylvie got into another car, driving ahead of you and Antonio so they could get set up. Toni sat in the driver's seat beside you, waiting a few minutes before he started driving. He looked at you. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

You took a deep breath as your eyes shifted to his face. "Butterflies. Lots and lots of butterflies."

Antonio chuckled, gently taking your hand for comfort. "Hank feels the same way - he just won't say so."

"How do you know?" You squeezed his hand.

Antonio laughed. "I haven't seen Hank so frantic in my life. He knows this is a small event, but he wants to make sure it's right. For you. He understands you haven't been married before and he wants you to have a good day."

You smiled softly, thinking about Hank being frantic. You could barely imagine it. The level-headed man you'd come to love, hard on the outside and soft on the inside, how could he be so frantic? You looked out the window as Antonio drove you to the district, the butterflies in your stomach getting stronger with each passing minute.

When you arrived at the district, Antonio kissed your cheek, then got out and opened your door for you, handing you a bouquet he had grabbed from the back seat. It was made up of your favorite flowers. He helped you out, then the two of you walked across the street. At the top of the stairs stood Hank, Alvin and Jay beside him, a third spot left for Antonio. Chief Boden from Firehouse 51 was officiating your wedding, standing in the middle with a small smile. Erin, Stella and Sylvie had since taken their places on the opposite side of Al and Jay, a spot left for you. Each had a grin on their face, except Hank.

Hank's eyes moved all over you. He examined every part of you, from bottom to top. When his eyes finally met yours, he nodded a little, swallowing hard. You wondered if he wanted to back out, but as Antonio led you up the steps toward Hank, you could see he actually had tears in your eyes. You teared up as well, seeing that he was crying just looking at you. The two of you were overwhelmed with emotion as Antonio let you go and into Hank's arms, taking his spot beside Jay. Hank hugged you, mumbling in your ear. "You're beautiful... Inside and out... I can't wait to make you my wife."

You sniffled, trying not to rub your makeup on him. Al handed you a tissue, as if he knew you would need it beforehand. You took it with a silent thanks, pulling away from Hank to dab your eyes, then holding his hands. You barely listened to Boden until your part came, Erin handing you the wedding band for Hank, and Al giving the one for you to Hank. You repeated the words Boden asked you to, then Hank to you. The two of you were still dabbing your tears every so often, voices barely a whisper, as it was all either of you could muster without breaking into tears.

After you exchanged rings, you exchanged vows, promising to love and support one another - no matter what came your way. Each of you promised that your marriage meant more than just a body to sleep beside. Your marriage was the most important thing in your lives, come what may.

After exchanging the rings, Boden talked a bit more before the two of you were finally allowed to kiss one another. Hank pulled you close, a soft yet desperate pull. He touched his nose to yours, finally letting tears stream from his eyes. "I love you," he whispered softly before closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours, kissing you with the same passion, love and energy you had felt the first time he kissed you. You returned it all, holding onto him lovingly, clutching his jacket for life, as if he might leave if you let go. You finally had something good, and it was yours to keep. Love.

When the two of you finally parted, you whispered back, breathless. "I love you too." Finally, the claps and cheers of your wedding party and audience came to your ears. You smiled and faced the small crowd of friends, waving with your free hand, holding your bouquet in the other. You threw it out into the crowd, Kim catching it. She blushed as Adam laughed and put his arm around her shoulders. Then, Hank walked you down the steps, smiling like a fool. The two of you got into his Dodge Durango and drove away, waving. You went to his house, practically already both of yours. The two of you changed into something a little less fancy, but still nice. Then, you shared a few moments together, gentle and loving, before leaving and heading out to Molly's for your reception.

When the two of you arrived at Molly's, the party was already in full swing. Trudy and Erin made sure everyone was having a good time. You and Hank walked in, everybody clapping and hollering. Hank held your hand, smiling and even blushing. It was a blush he would pass off as it being too hot. Only you and a select few others knew that his blush was real. The two of you walked around, talking with everyone. Mainly though, Hank did the talking while you just enjoyed holding his hand. The two of you had some casual drinks, but you were already exhausted and looked forward to spending the night in his arms, leaning into him. He cast his arm around your waist and pulled you close, allowing you to lean further into his embrace. His embrace was the best place on the planet, and you never wanted to leave it.

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