#chicago pd prompt

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Chicago PD Masterlist

Reaction (Will Halstead, Adam Ruzek x Everleigh Lindsay)

Photographs (Antonio Dawson, Intelligence x Reader) 

Baby (Adam Ruzek x Reader)

Panic (Adam Ruzek x Reader)

Shooting (Adam Ruzek x Manning!Reader)

Saving Him ( Reader x Adam Ruzek, Alvin Olinsky, Intelligence, Med)

Back Home (Jay Halstead x Halstead!Reader (Wife), Adam Ruzek, Kevin Atwater)

Back In Town (Reader x Adam Ruzek, Kelly Severide, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz, Jay Halstead, Will Halstead, Intelligence + More) Part I Part 1 *NSFW*  Part 2

Blood (Kevin Atwater x Reader)  

No Air (Adam Ruzek x reader, Kelly Severide x sister!reader)

That's Alvin Olinksy (Leslie Shay x Halstead!Reader)

Meet The Boyfriend (Dante Torres x reader)

Protective *NSFW* (Dante Torres x Atwater!reader)

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KILLING ME — DANTE TORRES: [Spring Prompts]

A/N: idk just looking at how pretty Dante’s eyes are always reminds me of spring. I’m still annoyed with the direction they took him in a few episodes ago and that comes into play here for reader :) this is a contrast to my previous spring piece on Dante but it’s nice to switch things up no? Also happy first day of spring ⭐��🌾!!!

WARNINGS: Language + angst ofc!

PROMPT IS FROM HERE + I’m using: 10.  “Somewhere over the rainbow, I give a fuck.”

˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀˚˙⊹⁺.

The house is too quiet for your liking, which is why you usually have your attention on something else to fill up the white noise. You’re just getting off FaceTime since your parents, who started busting out into some soul train moves (you actually expected them to be in bed)—you were just relieved neither of them pulled a hamstring—when there’s pounding at your door.

Sighing, you place your night time skincare routine down on the counter and exit the bathroom upstairs and down the steps across the hall, which lead downstairs to the main floor. As you made your way through the home towards the front door, you’re not entirely sure who could be outside at this time of the night. You just got home from your good friend’s charcuterie board birthday party (which was actually in January but they decided to go live in Ireland with their situationship turned fiancé) and was not up for company.

Peeking out the window around the corner that shows the side view of the front stoop, you exhale at the side profile of the familiar face. Yanking the curtains back into place, you make your way over and unlock the door.

“Dante,” you state as he welcomes himself inside, “I didn’t get a text you were coming over.”

He blinks, which he does a lot when he’s tired or his mind is racing, “yeah, sorry about that. I just assumed you’d be up.”

“Uh huh,” you cross your arms, “I was just getting unready…you alright?”

Dante lifts his shoulders, “why wouldn’t I be?”

You stare at him and reply, “I don’t know…you hardly ever show up here without a text or call and I think I know you pretty well so…how was work? Something go down?”

Dante needs to keep his hands busy, so he’s pulling off his puffer coat and tossing it on the two-seat sofa against that side window you just peeked out of. He hates that you sense that something is up but he doesn’t want the focus to be on him, although he appreciates the sentiment deep down.

“Sorry,” he apologizes again while you sigh and wave your hands upwards, silently announcing that you were heading back upstairs, “…you just get in?”

You’re leading the way back up the first set of stairs and make your way over to the master bathroom. Dante leans in the doorway as you go about your business, headband keeping your hair out of your face, wristbands on to catch the water that always tends to race down your forearms, and just watches you as you take your time.

You were a little tipsy from your good friend’s sangria’s, you preferred white over red since the red tended to have you swaying a bit more but you pulled it together with lots of water despite your tongue still feeling tingly.

“Yes,” you say after awhile of washing your face that Dante wondered if you would ever say anything, “I went to that party Seán was throwing. Remember? I asked you weeks ago if you wanted to go but work came up.”

Dante dipped his head at the mention of your old college friend. Seán was a character and always spoke his mind, picking up on the vibe between you two before anything ever transpired. You and Dante were the typical high school friends that were always around each other while also getting into some mess and had your share of hard upbringings.

You were there through Juvi and after, (although he desperately tried to push you away once he joined that gang and he thought once you went off to college in Indiana, that it would be easier to no longer be friends. Ha!) which seemed like nothing could break your bond. At times it felt like that’s exactly what people wanted but these challenges held no weight against the storm of you two.

“Right, so how was it? Get into trouble?” He inquires, resting his head against the door frame.

You snorted as you glanced over at Dante, “I could ask you the same thing.”

Dante smirked, “fine then, spare me the details.”

“You’re welcome.” You smile as you return to your work, “…did you eat?”

Dante raises his brows with amusement in his voice, “do you honestly think I’m going to turn down any food if I did?”

“Fat ass,” you muttered, dodging the jab Dante sent at your hip, “I’m just saying if you plan on staying the night, I don’t want you reporting back to mom in the morning that I lack hospitality.”

Dante rolls his eyes as you start brushing your teeth, “Ma knows you won’t ever do me wrong…so I’m gonna raid that fridge while you finish up.”

Giving the thumbs up, Dante leaves you be as he heads back down stairs letting his thoughts hit him again. He’s not sure how long he’s had the fridge open, just staring in it until you’re sneaking underneath his arm to pull out the aluminum pan for him and hand it over.

Taking a seat at the opposite side of the island, you watch as Dante moves almost in autopilot, going through your cabinets for a plate, drawers for utensils, and into the microwave for a late night dinner. He slides the plate onto the island and leans his body against it, fork pushing around the little leftovers you made for the party, which was a hit so you knew something was up.

Tapping your fingertips against your cheek you press, “Tay…you’re killing me here. What’s up?”

His green eyes flick to yours briefly before they’re back down on the plate, “Nothing—

“I feel like you’re lying though, just to be honest.” Your eyes are in slits as you let the irony slip through your lips.

Dante snickers at this, “that’s funny.”

“Yeah well sure,” you answer, “but don’t try and deflect! We’re each other’s person and we’re supposed to be able to tell each other things and I don’t feel like you’re holding up your end.”

Dante frowns, “since when?”

“Since now,” your words are instant as you chase his eyes, “at exactly 11:18pm.”

Dante decides to finally put some food into his mouth and takes his time chewing. “…what if I say it’s work stuff?”

“Then okay.” You exhale, “Just tell me what you can if it’s bothering you so much.”

Dante is quiet, which isn’t unusual but it’s the way he’s quiet this time; to the point it’s so loud like your home often is. “I can’t tell you about the case but I can say it reminds me of past times…and it’s bringing out a side of me that I thought I buried.”

That statement alone makes it feel like the temperature inside of your home went cold just like the spring weather dropping outside. When Dante made the decision to get involved in the CPD, you weren’t exactly thrilled just like Mama Catalina but you supported the purpose Dante had. You were aware this career path resulted from his upbringing, you were right there to witness most of it (even being in the crossfire a few times) but you always knew there would be cases that could trigger old habits.

Perhaps they weren’t old habits after all.

“Most things can’t stay buried…they eventually come back to the surface based on situations you’re in, no?” You speak, which is exactly why you didn’t want Dante to work in that field, however he always saw it from a different perspective.

It was a power trip in a sense and you weren’t sure if this was the right way to go although you understood, which you voiced but the thing about Dante is he’ll always be persistent.

Dante stares at you, “guess I didn’t bury it enough but I can’t be ashamed of anything if it’ll get me somewhere.”

“Well where exactly are you trying to get?” You quiz, brows furrowed.

Dante is back to playing with his food, “I’m just trying to solve the case.”

“You expect me to believe that’s all this is?” It’s your turn to lean your elbows on the counter, “when I know it isn’t so, be real with me here.”

Dante runs a hand over his buzzed head overwhelmed, “I don’t know how or if I should even say this to you.”

“Why?” You’re confused and it’s when Dante blinks his stare back at you, you read him quite well, “oh…it’s a woman.”

“I—

You’re filling in the gaps, “And she reminds you of everything back home.”

Dante’s analyzing your face now but you don’t give anything away. He doesn’t have to say anything yet because you’re putting the pieces together pretty quickly. It was extraordinary work, really.

“You connect with her.” You breathe, “…What’s her story?”

He says your name in warning but you fan your hand about.

“I know it’s confidential but quick notes wouldn’t hurt.” You pry.

Dante knows there’s only two people in his life that he can trust and that’s his Ma and you. So in short, he gives you the quick run down of him meeting a woman while undercover who’s also involved in the drug dealing business with her abusive husband.

“And I crossed a line that I don’t think I can come back from.” He whispers to you as you nod.

You swallow as you casually say, “like what? Sleeping with her?”

When Dante doesn’t respond you cough out some laughter, “oh wow…I might actually be drunk because did you just confirm in that Dante way that you had sex with Mrs. Cartel?”

He wasn’t sure how you figured that out.

“…it just happened.”

“Well I don’t know about you but I didn’t just let myself fall on your dick a couple of times.” You rant, “and you and I? Don’t just let things happen.”

Dante widens his eyes at your bluntness and starts to figure that maybe he should have continued keeping this to himself. “I don’t know what you want me to say here. You wanted me to spill and I did.”

Gold star for Dante everyone!

“You’re right because I figured it was eating away at you the moment you walked through my door at ten o’clock at night but it was all because you were eating away at someone else.” The passive aggression was coming in a bit, you acknowledge that with a wince.

You wouldn’t admit it out loud but you were feeling a way about it—as if that wasn’t obvious. Of course you and Dante had your intimate moments but it was him who didn’t want to continue because he felt like he couldn’t give you the love you deserve then. Which you strongly disagreed with but why fight for something that felt one-sided? Dante’s always had a rebellious streak but the intention was never to use or break your heart which is why he had to put an end to that aspect of your friendship.

These are just things you bury right? Most friends can’t come back from taking that step but if you don’t have a genuine friendship as the foundation of a relationship, how do you expect to get through anything?

“Why are you giving me shit right now?” Dante tightened his jaw, “why can’t you just be my friend and listen?!”

Scoffing you say, “you didn’t come here for me to listen and give advice because Dante Torres is always going to do whatever the hell he wants! you came here for comfort because you made that choice to slip back into the dark and I’m realizing hearing the bits you just told me, that I can’t give that to you. Not tonight.”

And it wasn’t in terms of anything sexual. When Dante stood on something, he wouldn’t change his mind. He knew he loved you but he also knew he wasn’t capable of giving more to you and the moment you wouldn’t accept that, he vowed that he wouldn’t take advantage of your heart any longer when you felt so strong about what you could be romantically.

You’re kicking yourself because you knew you should have been prepared for this. It was certainly a possibility that Dante could have met someone on the job but not like this! Seán pushed for you to go on dates and although you knew you had a lot to offer, it still stung sometimes. Most of those dates didn’t measure up, except for that older guy on the SWAT team (what was it with you falling for the law enforcement?!) who was divorced and also unsure about the dating scene that you didn’t mind laughing and texting with from time to time.

Dante didn’t approve and you noticed how his eyes tightened at the corners whenever you brought up the older man but you brushed that off as Dante simply being protective. How silly of you to think otherwise!

It also wasn’t your job to figure out Dante’s demons for him but you still loved him anyway.

“…Are you mad at me?”

“I’m D. For all the above!” You throw your hands up in the air, “I can’t believe—actually I can but you chose me to tell instead of Atwater or Ruzek?”

Dante shrugs his shoulders, “they’re not you…and I expected—I don’t know what I expected with you.”

“I’m not your mother, Tay. I’m not gonna hold you to my chest and tell you it’s all going to be okay when it probably won’t. Everything is unpredictable with that kind of danger! It sounds like you’re going down the wrong road with that one and I know you see that now so I can’t.” You step down from the barstool.

Dante is frowning now, hating how you were taking this screw up so personal. You shouldn’t be involved. He was good at holding everything in but not when it came to you. And Dante couldn’t even lie and say it was an ego thing either, he wasn’t like that, he respected you too much but Gloria had his head spinning.

He let her in and that can be his own downfall.

“What do you mean?” He moves with you.

You sigh, “it means that I’m not ready to listen to you get taken advantage of by someone that feels normal. Your Version of normal. I’m no therapist, just some nerdy chemist but it sounds like you’re trying to find an escape in her because it’ll help you to keep burying everything you won’t resolve.”

He’s shaking his head at you not wanting to believe any of that, “It’s just my job that I’m handling? and i get that I had a weak moment…I shouldn’t have told you and wouldn’t have told you if it has you acting like this. The last thing I want is you taking this to heart.” Dante grips your wrist, scanning your face which is not hiding anything now.

Your face burns and you use your other hand to massage the space in between your brows, “well sorry, Somewhere over the rainbow, I give a fuck. I can play poker face for awhile but the truth is I’m not over you and to hear that it took a case for you to move on—

“Wait, hold on.” Dante’s eyes are a dark mossy green now , “You’re acting like I’m telling you that I’m running away with her to elope or something and that’s not it.”

“She’s married so,” the response is sarcastic as you’re ready to walk off but Dante pulls you back to grip both sides of your face so you meet his gaze, “it still meant something.”

He wasn’t so sure but he didn’t want to pick your brain further on that in fear that he’ll upset you more. Dante just knew it wasn’t love like you may have thought…it was just a case that he needed to solve and never planned to take it that far.

Dante sighs and wraps his arms over your shoulders, pulling you against his body, pressing the sides of your heads together, “I fucked up and didn’t think, once with her and twice with telling you, knowing our past which is most important to me. You don’t have to worry about any of it, I’m not going anywhere and won’t ever leave you behind.”

It is possible that both you and Dante maybe in too deep and killing each other slowly over time with these unresolved feelings. The push and pull that’s always lingering and the avoidance definitely holds some weight but both of you didn’t ever imagine giving this up.

That’s just not what this relationship required.

You muffled, “…are you staying?”

Now knowing or having a feeling of what Dante was dealing with, you didn’t feel comfortable letting him leave to ride the streets alone—although there was no doubt he can handle himself—you felt better if he stayed.

“I don’t know if I should.”

“Well,” you sniffed as you pulled back, “you know where your room is if you decide to.”

Tonight Dante hates to watch you walk away from him so he softly calls out to you again as you halt on the back stairs, “Goodnight.”

He wants to tell you that he loves you at the end, which you’re already aware of but it hangs on his tongue unsaid. Dante knows it wouldn’t make you feel any better and wouldn’t erase your frustrations so, he’s content staying in the room not far from yours, keeping you company—even if it had to be at a distance for the night.

˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀☁︎˚˙⊹⁺. ˙⊹܀˚˙⊹⁺.

-> Part two!

Continue with my spring anthology prompts here.

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Alright I need some help getting my confidence back to posting my kinda okay writing. So I am asking you all to fill up messages/asks and send me requests for one shots or short stories that may or may not spiral into a series, or which of my series do you want a new chapter written?

I guess I should also mention my second page @coffee-shop-girl is where I would post my stories under and that is where they all live. Now you’re probably wondering why I am not posting this on that page? Well I don’t know how to get my message/ask section back. It seems to have disappeared a while ago and that kind of when I stop writing and posting. So for now this page still has access to messages/asks so fingers crossed I don’t lose it on this page.

So what fandoms do I write for?

* Supernatural

* Chicago Fire, P.D.

* Animal Kingdom

* Leverage

* 9-1-1

* Suits

* The Walking Dead

Are my top fandoms, but send me anything, it will be good exercise in the creative process. So read through my meteoric work, see my style of writing, and send me a prompt.

I am tagging a few accounts that seem to have recently found my works, or that I have started following or that use to follow me. hope you don’t mind, I just really want to get eyes on this. I promise I will only tag you in posts moving forward if you want to be.

Thanks again for reading

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She's baaaaaack...? kinda

As I'm sure some of us have heard, @sicktember is finishing up this year and I'm SO sad but as a thank you to all of their hard work, I thought I'd do something a little different!

Until September 30th 2024, I'm opening requests for me to write any of the prompts from 2021-2024's Sicktembers! You can see the lists under the cut :) (also all credits to the creators of Sicktember!)

You'll also find the characters/ships I'm open to writing about!

I haven't had enough time/motivation to write lately and I'm hoping this will get the ball rolling again.

Thank you so much to the creators of Sicktember for all of their hard work and great prompts for the last 4 years!

Think I'm missing someone in my list? Send me an ask or DM me!

The characters I'm writing for:

Tyler Owens (Twisters)

Jake "Hangman" Seresin (Top Gun: Maverick)

Jay Halstead (Chicago PD)

Evan Buckley (9-1-1)

Eddie Diaz (9-1-1)

Sonny Carisi (Law & Order SVU)

Looking for ships?

Tyler Owens/OC (Tyler/reader) (not written in second person)

Tyler Owens/ Kate Carter

Hangman x OC (Savannah/reader) (not written in second person)

Jay Halstead x OC/reader (unnamed) (not written in second person)

Evan Buckley x OC/reader (unnamed) (not written in second person)

Eddie Diaz x OC/reader (unnamed) (not written in second person)

Evan Buckley x Eddie Diaz

Sonny Carisi x OC/reader (unnamed) (not written in second person)

Evan Buckley x Tommy Kinard

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Well, several years after I created this account for my original story, I’m giving it a shot for my Chicago One (mostly PD - Jay Halstead!) fanfics…

This weekend I created my own Whump Bingo, and I’m going to share it for anyone who wants to play along with their own stories or follow mine…

I can’t decide on the first prompt, so until then… here’s the Bingo card and hopefully the link to my AO3 profile.

Please forgive my newness to Tumblr, I don’t use social media much outside of personal messages…

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Hello amazing author! I was just wondering if you could do smut prompt #7, please! :)

@cwilliams23-blog1 - thank you so much for the request!

I apologise in advance for the length of this...it’s essentially a chapter all on its own! 😅

So I glossed over it in ‘Perfect Storm’ and only kinda eluded to it at the tail end of ‘Brand New Day’ but I think it’s about time we found out how that very first night went!

Really hope you enjoy 💛

P.S - an early post because I’m sat at O’Hare on my way home feeling very sorry for myself!!

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Prompt: “If you don't hurry up, I'll do it myself."

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Language, Smut [18+ Only]

Timeline: A continuation of C8 of ‘Perfect Storm’.

“Who says I want you to behave?”

The growl that tore from his throat was nothing short of feral as he gripped a handful of curls in a tight fist and fused his mouth back to hers, eager to feel her warm, pliant lips beneath his own. 

But as eager as he was, there was no denying that it was such a bad idea. She was his subordinate. She was twenty years his junior. He shouldn’t even be thinking about her like this let alone be seriously considering taking her home. But right now he was doing way more than considering it. And, if he was being honest with himself, he’d been thinking about it for far longer than he was comfortable admitting. 

He already knew she wouldn’t be like the other women he’d taken to bed over the last decade, where he would be itching to get out of the door as soon as it was over. 

If he crossed that line with her tonight, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to stop. 

As her unbelievably soft lips melded with his, tongue tracing every ridge and texture his mouth had to offer, he idly wondered when he had started viewing her as anything other than just another member of his unit.

Hank Voight was many things but he didn’t consider himself blind and nor did he consider himself stupid - and you’d have needed to be both not to notice just how gorgeous Kate Meadows was. But as the weeks passed and he began to slowly peel away the many complex layers that made her who she was, he was surprised to find that there were so many things about her that appealed to his heart just as much as she appealed to his eyes. She was kind, loyal, strong, but there was a femininity and vulnerability that called to him on a visceral level, compelling him to know her in every way she would let him. 

He recalled watching her march Gerald De La Croix through the bullpen, her beautiful face already dark with bruising and he had wanted to rip the bastard’s head off for laying his hands on her. As the tip of her tongue traced along his lower lip, her quiet groan of pleasure vibrating in his mouth, it suddenly occurred to him that that could very well have been the moment he had started falling for her. And now here he was, standing in the blistering cold coming to the very stark realisation that he was falling in love with his subordinate and, aside from the obvious physical attraction they had for one another, he had absolutely no idea if she felt the same. 

Was he just an itch she needed to scratch? Something she just needed to get out of her system?

But before he could analyse her intentions any further, his inner monologue was interrupted when she broke away for air, breathing heavy as her fingers toyed with the short tresses at the nape of his neck. 

“You wanna get outta here?” She whispered against his lips, her body trembling slightly in his arms but, whether it was with arousal or due to the polar vortex whipping around them, he wasn’t sure.

When he opened his eyes, she was peering up at him, eyes alight with desire and, before either of them could change their mind, he slipped his hand in hers with a mumble of acquiescence and hailed a cab back to her place.

The ride to her apartment was fraught with sexual tension and, although they managed to refrain from making out like teenagers right there in the backseat, they weren’t quite able to keep their hands entirely to themselves; the covert touches and whispered promises only serving to heighten the anticipation of what was to come.

When the cab finally rolled to a stop outside of her apartment, Hank handed the driver a few bills with a muttered thanks and allowed Kate to lead him out of the cold with her fingers intertwined with his, a heady combination of arousal and adrenaline surging through his veins with each step he took towards her front door. She tossed a coy grin over her shoulder when she dropped his hand and slipped the key into the lock, her eyes fluttering closed when his warm body pressed against the length of her spine, the familiar scent of leather, citrus and spices making her feel more lightheaded than the passable ninety proof at the gala ever could. 

The second the door was closed, Hank had her pinned against the cool surface, his hands braced on either side of her head as he mapped a path along her jaw with curious lips. Kate instantly dropped her purse and keys to the floor with a clatter, sliding both palms along the powder blue fabric of his shirt from his stomach to his chest, pushing his well-tailored jacket from his shoulders until it joined her belongings on the hardwood floor. 

“This is such a bad idea.” She whispered into the darkness, unknowingly paying homage to his own earlier hesitance and, even through the thick haze of lust clouding his vision, he needed to make sure she knew that she still had a choice. 

“We can stop.” 

His hands had wormed their way beneath her heavy wool coat but, as he spoke, he forced them still on her hips, refusing to pressure her one way or another but desperately hoping she wouldn’t come to her senses and send him home alone.

“God no, please don’t stop.”

He growled low in his throat the second the whispered plea left her lips, his cock throbbing almost painfully in his trousers as he returned to his task of pressing a series of hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck, pausing briefly to dip his tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat.

The moment her coat joined his jacket on the floor, Hank inched forwards so that they were pressed tight together from thigh to chest, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss just as he wedged a knee between her parted legs, groaning deeply when she instinctively ground down against him.

Her insistent fingers made short work of his tie before they moved on to the tiny pearl buttons of his shirt, the fabric gradually parting down the middle to reveal a firm chest with a generous smattering of wiry, yet surprisingly soft, salt and pepper curls. With a hum of pleasure, Kate ran her palms along his torso, her fingers mapping every patch of exposed skin as though trying to commit every brown-sugar freckle to memory. 

She was already tugging at the buckle of his belt when Hank’s lust-addled brain eventually caught up and he went in search of the hidden zip on her dress, craving the feel her warm skin against his own. Once he located the tiny piece of metal between her shoulder blades, he seemed to change tact and, instead of impatiently yanking down the zipper as she expected he would, he eased it down so slowly that Kate was sure they’d be ringing in the New Year long before he finally got her naked. 

“If you don’t hurry up, I’ll do it myself.” She warned, tearing her mouth from his as her head fell back against the door with a dull thud, eyes fluttering closed as Hank slowly peeled the top of her dress down to reveal a smooth, tanned décolletage. 

“You always this demanding?” He muttered against her skin, his lips tracing along her collarbones as gravity took over and Kate’s dress fell away from her body, hitting the floor with a quiet whoosh. 

Hank swallowed thickly when he found himself eye level with her spectacular cleavage, the perfect globes encased in what appeared to be expensive black lace but, all too soon, his lidded gaze was drawn back to her face by a gentle finger beneath his chin.

“You bet your ass I am.”

“Huh, why am I not surprised.” Hank growled with a grin, hinging at the waist to grasp the back of Kate’s thighs, ignoring her squeak of protest as he effortlessly drew both of her legs around his waist, straightening back up with her in his arms in a surprising display of strength. “Bedroom?”

Kate just about managed to whisper directions before she sealed her mouth to his in a lusty kiss, all wet tongues with very little finesse but this was exactly how she wanted him. Untamed. Raw. Passionate. The silent hallway was soon filled with quiet moans, sharp breaths and the telltale sound of lips meeting and parting until Kate found herself being gently deposited on the edge of her bed. Hank stood between her parted thighs, sliding his shirt from his shoulders while she tackled the button and zipper of his pants with slightly shaky fingers, carelessly shoving them to the floor to reveal a pair of plain black boxers beneath. 

Draping his shirt over the back of a nearby chair, Hank’s pulse quickened and his throat became dry as he watched her loop her fingertips beneath the waistband of his underwear, slowly drawing the fabric down his thighs until his thick length sprang free, flushed, throbbing and leaking with excitement. 

“I knew it.” She muttered coyly, the corner of her mouth ticking upwards as she peered up at him with a wry smirk, her warm palms gliding over his hipbones teasingly. 

“Knew wha- uhh, fuck!” 

Hank never got to find out what Kate knew because suddenly her mouth was otherwise occupied, dragging her tongue along the prominent veins criss-crossing beneath velvety soft skin and ending her inaugural tour of his sizeable package with a featherlight kiss to the trimmed nest of curls at the base. 

Taking him in hand, she continued her merciless teasing with light strokes and gentle kisses until Hank thought he might spontaneously combust if she didn't give him a little more friction. Carding his fingers through her hair, he secured the wavy locks at the back of her head in a gentle fist, his entire body vibrating with need when she blew a cool stream of air over his aching tip, glancing up at him through thick, dark lashes for a beat before taking the first few inches into her hot mouth with a hum of pleasure. 

“Christ Kate.” He groaned, his head dropping backwards at the incredible sensation of her mouth on his heated flesh and, for a few long moments, he stood with his face tilted towards the ceiling, heart hammering against his ribs as she lavished his body with her undivided attention. 

One warm palm was braced on the outside of his thigh while her other hand encircled the thick base, sliding upwards to stroke what she wasn’t able to fit in her mouth and Hank found himself throbbing with a surge of raw, masculine satisfaction at the mere thought. But when he dropped his burning gaze back to where her perfect lips were stretched wide around his cock, his breath hitched in his throat to find her already studying his face, soaking in every response to the subtle changes in pressure and tempo. 

“Taste so good.” She hummed when she drew back to give her aching jaw a rest, slick fist gliding from tip to base as she flicked her tongue against the sensitive underside just below the wide crest.

He wasn’t sure if it was because she was particularly talented or simply because it was her mouth reverently tasting him but Hank was somewhat horrified when the familiar sensation signalling his impending orgasm began to bloom low in his belly.

The thought of finishing in her luscious mouth flashed in his mind and he could vividly envisage her throat contracting in response to each thick spurt of release, greedily swallowing down everything he had to offer. But there was no doubt in his mind that he wanted the first time to be while he was buried deep inside her, her body clutching him in a vice-like grip as she fell apart in his arms.

Gently pulling her away from his body, Hank leaned down to cup her face between his hands so he could capture her lips in a soft, albeit somewhat messy kiss, before slowly easing her down onto the mattress with his weight braced on his palms either side of her head, his hips settling comfortably in the cradle of her thighs. 

“Who knew you had such a talented mouth, hmm?” He breathed in between kisses, smirking slightly when her back arched from the mattress with a keening groan.

“Who knew you were such a fucking tease?” She countered, hips rolling against him in a desperate bid for any kind friction against her throbbing bundle of nerves. 

Hank couldn’t help but chuckle, beginning a slow path of hot kisses along her jawline and down the graceful column of her throat, pausing to suck a deep bruise into flesh just below her left collarbone before continuing his journey south. With a bit of manoeuvring, he managed to work his hands beneath her body to release the tiny hooks on her bra from their counterparts and bare her beautiful, full breasts to his hungry gaze. Balancing his weight on an elbow, he cupped one fleshy globe in his palm before guiding the dusky nipple towards his waiting mouth, sucking the tight bud into his hot mouth with a satisfied groan. Kate raked her fingernails along his scalp, her muscles strung taut with pleasure as he turned his attention to its neglected twin.

“Hank…”

Her breathy moan stopped him in his tracks, his entire body falling completely still. Up until this point, she had always referred to him as ‘Sarg’ or ‘Voight’ but now he knew what his given name sounded like spilling from her perfect lips, he wasn’t sure how he could ever go back to just being either of those things.

Releasing her flesh with a quiet ‘pop’, he shuffled further down her body, the sound of her quiet moans of pleasure like the sweetest symphony as he tracked his lips down her smooth, toned stomach. Sliding the tips of his fingers beneath the soft lace of her underwear, he slowly drew them down her legs, tossing them haphazardly across the room before returning his attention to the task at hand, stretching out on his belly with her knees draped over his shoulders, his mouth inches from her glistening centre. 

It had been a while since he was last in this position. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy it, quite the contrary in fact. But if he was being truly honest with himself, he simply hadn’t cared enough to want to make any encounter last longer than strictly necessary. While he had never left a woman who came to his bed wanting, he couldn’t say that he’d really been making much of an effort either. 

Until now.

And right now he wanted to know exactly what Katherine Meadows looked like, tasted like and sounded like when she was in the throes of pleasure.

“Tell me what you need Kate.” 

Kate heard him loud and clear but she remained silent for a few long beats, one hand fisting the sheets in a white-knuckle grip and the other digging crescent-shaped marks into the bare flesh of his forearm where he had her undulating hips pinned to the mattress.

‘I-I need…” She stammered, trying desperately to find the words that would articulate just how much she wanted him; in every way possible. 

“C’mon sweetheart, you gotta tell me what you want.” 

His lips tracking nonsensical patterns along the silky skin of her inner thigh and the sound of his deep, gritty voice was so distracting that the only thing she could force out was a quiet admission that she was sure he already knew. 

“I want you.”

She felt his lips tug into a smug smirk as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the soft sliver of skin where her thigh met her groin, his tongue briefly darting out to taste her.

“You want me here?” He teased, pressing a firm but gentle kiss to the cropped thatch of curls covering her mons, eyes glancing up the length of her body to soak in the sight of her flushed cheeks and sweat-slicked torso. “Or how ‘bout here?” 

When he swiped the broad flat of his tongue along the length of her, a keening whine tore from Kate’s throat and the desire that had been simmering low in her belly suddenly exploded outwards, gooseflesh bursting across her skin as though she were caught somewhere between a bitter chill and an open flame.

He alternated between long, gentle laps and firm circles with the tip of his tongue, occasionally lifting his gaze to watch her throw her head back in bliss as he expertly brought her to the very edge. Pulling her aching nub between his lips, he slipped a finger into her molten heat, groaning despite himself at the impossibly snug fit. 

“Fuck Hank, right there!”

Her chest was heaving with each laboured breath, sternum glistening with sweat as she jerked and writhed beneath him. He knew she was close by the way her thighs trembled and inner walls clenched around him but, the moment he added another thick finger to join the first, she came with a sharp cry, her knees snapping together at the sheer intensity of the wave of pleasure that washed over her.

Hank adjusted both the pace and the pressure of his ministrations, opting for slow and gentle as he eased her down from her high and, when her thighs finally released their death-grip on his head, he slipped his fingers out of her and shifted upwards to drape his body along hers, their mouths instantly fusing together in a languid, tongue-filled kiss. 

“Inside me...right now.” Kate demanded in between kisses, apparently reluctant to draw her mouth away from his for any longer than strictly necessary. 

She could feel him at the juncture of her thighs, like steel clad in velvet as he leisurely thrust against her, the rigid length of him sliding easily through her drenched folds. 

Then suddenly he froze. 

“Shit, I didn’t bring���anything.”

She had no idea how he managed to be so fucking sexy and yet so endearing at the same time. The fact that he very clearly hadn’t planned to get lucky tonight made her feel surprisingly powerful, even more so now that he was gazing down at her with a slightly crestfallen expression at the thought of their night being drawn to a premature close. 

“Top drawer.”

Kate almost laughed out loud at his not-so-subtle sigh of relief when he leaned across her body and yanked open the drawer of her nightstand, pushing aside the charging cables, books and tubes of chapstick until he found a strip of square foil packets. 

As he tore one off with his teeth and tossed the rest aside, he reluctantly acknowledged the slight spike of irritation that lanced down his spine at the fact that she even had condoms in her possession in the first place. She was a grown woman with needs so it wasn’t as though it was a surprise...he just fucking hated the thought of her using them with somebody that wasn’t him.

Shifting back onto his knees, he carefully rolled the latex down over his rock hard length under Kate’s watchful gaze and, as her heated hazel eyes tracked each and every move he made, Hank couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so virile, so wanted.

Kate’s heart was pounding in anticipation watching the muscles in his arms and chest ripple as he sheathed himself with steady, sure movements. It was surprisingly intimate watching him prepare himself for her but the overpowering feeling of ‘rightness’ of being in the moment with him was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

When he was done, she welcomed him with open arms as he crawled back between her thighs, his mouth immediately seeking hers when his lithe body pressed hers into the soft mattress and, once again, Kate was slightly overwhelmed by how perfectly his body seemed to fit with her own. Her entire world narrowed to where his flesh touched hers; his belly pressed tight against hers, the soft hairs on his chest grazing her aching nipples, his tongue teasing hers lazily. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she slipped a hand between their bodies to take him in hand and line the thick tip of his cock against her.

“You sure about this?” He asked quietly, hips remaining completely still as he eased up onto his palms so that he could look her in the eyes. “There’s no goin’ back once we cross this line.”

They’d reached the point of no return. If they didn’t stop now, everything would change. But, in Kate’s mind, everything already had changed. It changed the minute he’d followed her out into the street and kissed her as though she was the oxygen he needed to breathe. 

Sliding the hand that had been gripping his shoulder to cup the sharp line of his jaw, Kate swiped the pad of her thumb over his lower lip, her eyes locked on his. 

“I’m sure.”

His warm russet orbs seemed to burst into flames as his mouth descended on hers and suddenly he was pushing inside her, their simultaneous groans of pleasure being caught in open mouths as he eased forwards until his entire length was sheathed in her tight, pulsating heat. Tearing his mouth from hers, he buried his face into the soft, lightly fragranced skin of her neck, holding himself completely still as her inner walls stretched and rippled around him, gripping his body as though she never wanted to let him go. 

“Hank?” 

Clearly he had been still and silent for just a beat too long but he soon became cognizant of her gentle fingers carding through the short tresses on the back of his head, the palm of her other hand smoothing tenderly over his bicep. Peppering a myriad of kisses to the tender flesh of her throat, he shifted her thigh a little higher along his ribcage and began a slow, steady pace, barely withdrawing before pushing back in the hilt. 

“Fuck!” Kate breathed, her eyes slamming shut and her head tilting backwards on a particularly deep thrust, fingernails raking the skin of his back leaving four, vivid pink welts in its wake.

“Mmm, that feel good?” He panted against her throat, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead as he steadily increased his pace, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the darkness. 

“God yes, do it again.”

She felt his lips pull into a grin against her throat, a mumbled “so bossy” muffled in the juncture of her neck and shoulder before he did exactly as she asked, grinding his pelvis against her slick core with each downward thrust. 

Kate was balancing on the edge of bliss when he slowed to a stop, his teeth nipping none-too-gently at her collarbones.

“What’re you-”

Her question was cut short when he slipped his arms beneath her body once more and rolled them both until he was on his back with Kate sitting astride him, her knees bracketing his lean hips. With a coy smirk, Kate braced her hands on his damp chest and leaned in to gently touch her lips to his.

“You want me to ride you?” She hummed, sucking his lower lip into her hot mouth, laving it with her tongue before straightening up and rolling her hips in smooth, slow circles, grinning when Hank growled low in his throat and his hands darted out to catch her waist in a tight grip.

The raging heat between them continued to burn as Kate undulated above him, sweat trickling down her spine as he met her thrust for thrust, the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in her belly. 

“You close?” Hank ground out through gritted teeth, his eyes fixed on where his slick length disappeared inside her tight heat until there was no space at all left between their bodies. All Kate could do was whimper and nod frantically, her nails digging crescent-shaped grooves into the firm muscles of his chest, occasionally catching on his sensitive nipples as she rocked against him.

Grasping one of his hands in her own, Kate pressed the tips of his index and middle fingers against her swollen bundle, guiding him into the perfect rhythm that had her vision slowly turning black and her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Watching her writhe above him, using his body for her own pleasure was like the most potent aphrodisiac and Hank was barely holding back the tides of his own powerful climax, desperate to feel her tighten around him before he allowed himself to tumble over the edge into euphoria. 

“Feel so good...come for me Kate.” He encouraged, sliding his free hand up over her rib cage to brush the pad of his thumb over the stiff peak of her nipple, cupping the ample flesh in his palm and giving it a firm squeeze.

The sound of his voice, his warm touch and the incredible stretch of his thick cock had Kate in sensory overload and, before long, her entire body was going rigid above him as she came with a loud cry. Hank was right there with her, his hips jerking frantically against her until he spilled inside her with a feral growl, his quivering muscles eventually relaxing when Kate dropped down onto his chest, boneless, breathless and deliriously satisfied.

When Kate finally floated back down to earth, she became cognizant of his gentle fingertips tracing nonsensical patterns along the length of her damp spine, his free hand resting softly against her thigh. 

“Wow.” She breathed, eyes fluttering closed as the comforting sound of his heart thrummed steadily in her ear. Kate wondered when she had come to think of the sound of his heart as ‘comforting’? Had she even heard his heartbeat before now? She had felt it, that much she knew. She had felt it thudding wildly between her shoulder blades as she danced against him at the strip club and she had felt it again tonight; strong and steady, just like the man himself. 

Hank hummed in agreement, waiting patiently until she was ready to move and, when she did eventually shift above him, the movement was accompanied by a whine of displeasure when he slipped from her body. Despite not being intimately joined, Kate still remained draped across his body with her head tucked comfortably beneath his chin, content to simply bask in the afterglow of incredible sex but, before she could drift off into a sated sleep, his deep, rumbling voice pulled her back to the present moment. 

“What did you mean earlier? When you said that you knew?”

He felt her wry smile against the soft flesh of his throat, followed by a warm puff of air as she huffed out a light laugh. Lifting her chin, she nuzzled her nose against the underside of his jaw, pressing her lips to his Adam’s Apple before whispering softly in his ear.

“That you had the goods to back up the, uh, cocky swagger.”

Hank danced his fingertips over her dewy spine, grinning broadly as a tight whine escaped her throat when he rolled his hips against her sensitive, swollen centre, his softened length already twitching with renewed interest. 

“Give me a few more minutes and I’ll show you just how cocky I can be.”

[kitweewoos]

think it through

For @winterbonesthings

Mouse tries to stop Jane from having a conversation with Natalie after Will shows up on their doorstep heartbroken.

Part Two of Jane & Grace

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Alternate Universe - Always a Different Sex

Female Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz

Female Jay Halstead

Established Relationship

Natalie Manning Bashing

Protective Jay Halstead

this is an anti-Manstead household

Post-Break Up

[read it now on ao3]

[solesommerso]

blacklit paradise au! — aftermath —

“You’re smoking?” Jay startles at Sarah’s voice, quickly taking the cigarette out of his mouth, about to crush it out in the glass ashtray sitting on the small table he keeps on the balcony of his apartment but Sarah shakes her head to stop him.

“Don’t tell Voight.” She lets out a small puff of air, Jay thinks it’s an attempt at a laugh.

“Calm down I won’t tell your boss you’re smoking, your brother on the other hand…” Reese trails off and grins when Jay glares at her.

“Don’t you dare.” He points his two fingers holding the cigarette at her with a serious tone, though the smile on his lips cuts through it all. He’s just happy Sarah’s outside, and smiling.

“Your secrets safe with me.” The plastic chair Sarah pulls to sit in front of Jay makes a scraping noise against the concrete. It sounds oddly like the scrape of the dresser in front of the door the night Jay had to— he shakes the thought away, taking a drag of his cigarette and holding it a little longer than normal.

“Natalie went back to work today, I’m officially the last one left.” Sarah tries to sound nonchalant but Jay can see the hurt written across her face as she plucks Jay’s half drunk soda from the table, looking anywhere but at Halstead.

“You’re allowed to take your time, your stitches haven’t even healed.” He assures and leans his elbows onto his knees, a way to be closer to Sarah, as if some threat is going to pop out of nowhere and he’ll need to jump up to save her. God he feels like he did when he got home from Afghanistan, which is a scary thought he chooses to ignore.

“I know, that’s all anyone’s been telling me. I just- I’m staying in your apartment, waking up either panicking so bad I throw up or start sobbing, I can’t even look at my own clothes so I’ve been wearing yours and- I just feel so fucking broken.” Her chest heaves as she sighs, sipping at the coke in her hands, leg bouncing against the chair under her.

“Hey I haven’t gone back to work either, and I catch myself counting your breaths when you’re sleeping on the couch, and I triple check the doors locked after I come home, and I could keep going. The point is, we’re both going through a lot and that’s okay, we’re gonna be okay.” Their eyes meet and Sarah nods faintly before bringing her drink to her lips again.

“But stop stealing my drinks.”

[cynicalone94]

Human Shield

Read on AO3 here.

Every so often, a sting operation requires them to go in without a bullet proof vest.

Usually it’s one of the girls since the clothes they wear in the summer don’t exactly lend themselves to covering up the bulky garment.

Today it’s Kim.

It’s hovering in the back of the team’s minds that they really hope this goes according to plan with no bullets flying.

And at first, it seems to be working out. Kim talks to her contact, confirming weight and price.

But just as Jay unzips the bag to show the money that they’ve brought another man steps out of the car, a rifle in hand that he’s already swinging round to point at Kim.

“Move in. Move in!” Voight shouts over the radio and the team instantly scrambles from their cars.

Jay turns, tackling Kim to the ground and covering her with his own body.

She clings to him as the vacant lot erupts in gunfire and he’s clinging just as tightly.

What is this guy playing at?

Soon, everything goes silent and after waiting a beat to make sure it stays that way, he carefully rolls off of her.

His back hurts and he’s sure he caught at least one round to the vest but at least he’s wearing a vest.

She isn’t.

“You okay?” he asks.

“I… I think so.” she says, sitting up and checking herself for bullets with shaking hands. “Yeah… I… thanks.”

He nods, trying to sit up but his back screams and he drops back to the ground which only hurts more.

“Ah-hh. “ he gasps, eyes screwing closed.

“Jay?” she asks, scrambling up to her knees. “What’s the matter?”

His attempt at answering is cut off as Adam and Hailey come racing up to them.

“Kim? Kim!” Adam is screaming. “Are you okay? Did you get hit?”

“I’m okay.” she’s quick to assure, her attention focused on him. “But Jay… I’m not sure but something’s-”

Hailey cuts her off.

“I need you to roll over.” she tells him. “They would have hit you in the back.”

He lets her help him roll onto his stomach, feeling that sharp, stabbing pain that he associates with broken ribs.

Okay. More than one round to the vest.

“Think… the vest caught everything.” he mumbles. “Ga-ah.”

“Sorry.” Hailey whispers as she pushes up the light jacket that he’s wearing. “I should have – shit.”

“What?” he asks, trying to twist to see what she’s looking at.

“One dropped in below the vest.” she tells him, pressing her hand into his lower back, off to the left.

He groans, squirming under her hands.

“I know, partner.” she says softly. “I’m sorry.”

“Ambo is two minutes out.” Voight announces as he joins them. “He okay?”

“I’m counting at least eight rounds in the vest and one that snuck in below it.” Hailey says, her voice tight.

“What the hell was that?” Adam demands from where he’s knelt next to Kim, triple checking her for bullets.

“The shooter’s headed to the morgue and Dimitri isn’t talking.” Voight says. “But we’ll figure it out.”

“S’Kim okay?” Jay asks.

“I’m good.” Kim promises him. “Adam checked. You saved my ass.”

“Couldn’t let you win our competition.” he says, trying to force a smile. “Never catch up now.”

“Surely the ones in your vest don’t count.” Kim says, her voice tight.

“Extended my lead at least.” Jay says, reaching his hand toward her.

She takes it.

“Had a vest.” he adds, trying to ignore the increasing pain in his chest.

None of them miss the look on his face or the change in his voice.

“Hang in there, Jay.” Adam says. “Paramedics will be here any second now.”

“How’s your breathing?” Hailey asks.

“Hurts.” he admits. “Left side feels… tight.”

“Most of these bullets are on your left side.” she tells him. “So any broken ribs will be too.”

“Think the bullet hit anything?” he asks.

“Maybe your liver.” she says. “But its about the right spot for either that or your spleen and luckily you already broke up with that.”

“Always thinking ahead.” Kim jokes.

“Wish I could have planned ahead on that one before the IED.” he mutters.

The paramedics arrive and Kim and Adam back off to let them in but Hailey stays right where she is.

“Hey Jay.” Sylvie says as she kneels next to him. “How you doing?”

“Feels… like I been shot… in the back.” he manages, alarmed by how much harder it feels to breathe.

“He’s struggling to breathe.” Hailey tells them. “And it’s getting worse.”

“Hail?” he chokes out, hand searching for her.

She takes it.

“Hey, I’m right here.” she promises.

“H’rts.” he whimpers.

A sharp, throbbing pain spreads across his chest, ratcheting up from a seven to an eleven.

He feels like he’s had the breath knocked out of him but it’s probably more like the air let out of him.

His lung has collapsed.

He can’t even make a sound to tell Hailey and Sylvie that something is wrong though he’s pretty sure the increase in choking gasps as his right lung tries to carry the weight on its own and mostly fails are probably doing it for him.

“Jay!” Hailey says, her voice high and a little squeaky as she squeezes his hand.

The only response he can make is to squeeze back, eyes closed tightly again the pain.

Even the terror of not being able to breathe can’t disguise the stinging burn of a needle being inserted in his arm but he doesn’t even care for once.

As long as the IV brings desperately needed pain relief, he won’t complain.

For now.

He’s rolled onto his back and screams as weight is placed on broken ribs and bullet wounds.

A heavy weight settles over him and he wonders why he’s been given a sedative.

He thinks he’s been pretty calm considering the circumstances.

But then someone is tilting his head back and sliding cool metal into his mouth.

Oh God.

Can’t they put him all the way out before intubating him?

But he doesn’t have the chance to ask, even if he could, before rubber is being advanced down his throat.

He chokes and gags on the intrusion.

“Easy Jay.” Sylvie says. “Let the sedative do it’s job. I’m sorry I can’t wait for it.”

He writhes, still choking against her efforts but he can feel hands pressing his wrists to the ground and in spite of his continued panic the sedative is pulling him under.

Finally, he gives up, drifting into the darkness.

Kim watches with her hand over her mouth and tears in her eyes as Jay finally goes limp.

It should be her laying there on the ground.

She was the one that asshole was aiming at.

This is too high a price for Jay to pay for protecting her.

Adam lets go of her hand to step forward and help them get Jay up onto the stretcher and she realizes that they’re getting ready to leave.

Part of her wants to ask if she can ride with him but she knows that Hailey won’t want to be parted from her husband.

Sure enough, as the stretcher is lifted up into the ambulance, Hailey is quick to jump up next to it, never letting go of Jay’s hand.

Voight is nearby, snapping off orders as he arranges the officer down detail and Kim wishes his words didn’t sound so familiar.

Why does Jay have to be so self-sacrificing?

She understands his reasons this time. She wasn’t wearing a vest.

But she has to wonder if it would have made a difference for him if she had been.

Could she have found an outfit that wouldn’t have made the drug dealers suspicious that could have hidden her vest? Or should she have seen something during previous conversations that would have tipped her off that things would have gone this way?

Because this shouldn’t have happened.

She shouldn’t have just watched one of her closest friends writhe on the ground while he was intubated while still fully conscious.

“Hey.” Adam says softly, jolting her from her self recrimination. “Let’s get to Med.”

She shakes her head, looking over at Voight.

“Is there anything else you need from us here?” she asks.

“Patrol is taking Dimitri back to the district but I figure he can stew over the fact that he was involved in something that ended up with a cop getting shot for a couple hours. But Adam is going to have to talk to IRT.”

Adam’s jaw tightens but he nods.

“This one should be quick.” Voight says. “He opened fire on two people, it’s pretty open and shut.”

“I can drive Kim.” Kevin offers.

“Make sure Hailey is okay.” Voight orders. “And stop beating yourself up, Burgess. There was no way to know this would go sideways. And Jay did what any member of this team would have done, what you would have done for him.”

She nods.

It sounds so simple when he says it like that but she can’t let go of the guilt so easily.

Kevin leads her back to his car, helping her into the passenger seat before getting behind the wheel.

The drive to Med is silent. There’s nothing he can say that Voight hasn’t already said and she’s lost in her own thoughts.

Hailey is pacing the waiting room, her hands and the front of her shirt still covered in blood, when they get there.

In her hands is Jay’s bullet proof vest, an item that Kim hates almost as much as she loves right now.

“Turns out the vest caught ten bullets.” Hailey says softly as they approach. “There’s just… there’s these two places where two bullets landed almost on top of each other. It’s a miracle the vest held up.”

“Yeah.” Kevin says, letting out a breath. “It did it’s job and did it well.”

“He’s gonna be so pissed he has to get a new one.” Hailey says with a small laugh. “He hates breaking them in.”

“Ugh.” Kevin groans. “That shitty period where it’s all stiff and sticks out at weird angles.”

Kim tries to force a smile but she can tell she didn’t really succeed when Hailey sets aside the vest and steps in to hug her.

“He’s going to be okay.” she tells her. “Re-inflating a lung isn’t that big of a deal.”

“He shouldn’t have had to protect me.” Kim says. “I should have found a way to wear my vest.”

“He would have done it regardless.” Hailey says. “It’s Jay. He can’t help himself. Pretty sure if the roles had been reversed and you were wearing a vest and he wasn’t he still would have jumped in front of you.”

Kim sniffles.

Hailey just hugs her tighter.

Adam shows up forty five minutes later having driven Hailey’s jeep from the scene and she finally slips away for a minute, returning wearing one of Jay’s hoodies with her hands and arms scrubbed clean.

Trudy arrives a little bit after that with coffee for all of them.

Two hours later Will steps through the double doors looking tired.

“He’s out of surgery.” he says, running a hand through his hair. “Again.”

Hailey offer him a weak smile and he nods.

“They put one plate in to support the rib that punctured his lung. The rest of it is either just fractures or non-displaced breaks that they aren’t worried about moving around providing we can keep him from trying bench press anything in the next six weeks.” he tells them.

“And the bullet?” Hailey asks.

“Came in at an upward angle, somehow missed his liver entirely and buried itself in the bottom- most rib on his left side. They had to patch up some intestinal damage but it was pretty minor, all things considered.”

“Kim needs to see him.” Hailey says, pushing her forward.

“What about you?” she asks.

“I want to see him.” Hailey says. “But I can wait. You can’t.”

Will smiles at her.

“I can sneak you into PACU.” he offers. “Might be fun to confuse the nurses. It’s usually Hailey.”

“I can wait.” she says.

“You are still tearing yourself up.” Hailey says. “He protected you. He’d do it again and he probably will. But he’s okay and you should go see that for yourself.”

Kim finally sighs and follows Will through the halls.

“He’s really going to be okay.” he says as they approach the PACU doors. “He’s still on a vent and they want to keep him that way at least twelve hours or so to help his lungs heal but the idiot was awake when I left to update you guys.”

Jay is in fact still awake when they reach his bedside in PACU though he’s clearly fighting an uphill battle to stay that way.

Kim shakes her head, taking his hand.

“Are you forcing yourself to stay awake until you see me?” she asks.

He nods slightly, the faintest ghost of an impish smirk on his face.

“Thanks.” she says quietly. “And thank you for saving me. I’m sorry you got hurt.”

His face softens and she smiles, for real this time.

“I know.” she says. “I won’t argue with your choice. It’s just going to take me a minute to wrap my head around it.”

He offers another tiny nod, squeezing her hand.

“But everyone is going to be okay.” she says. “So I guess its a good day.”

He nods again, eyes drifting closed until he fights them open.

“You’ve reassured me.” she tells him. “Now go to sleep you idiot.”

Another grin around the tube and then he lets his eyes fall closed.

[kamryn1963]

Chicago PD fanfic: Al, Hank & Trudy

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Chicago PD (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Alvin Olinsky, Hank Voight, Trudy Platt Additional Tags: Sicktember, Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, Vomiting, Illnesses, Delirium, Caretaking, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Cuddling, Trudy Platt supremacy, Just Trudy and Hank taking care of Alvin, Sick Alvin Olinsky Summary: Right now Trudy had two choices. Ignore Hank's call and carry on with her peaceful evening, or answer and spend the night in an urgent care with her two idiots of friends.

Of course she picked the second option.

Sicktember 2024- Day 24: Tales From the Waiting Room

Trudy had been home for fifteen whole minutes when she got the call. She’d changed and settled on her couch with a glass of wine and was currently searching for a movie to watch and thinking about what she wanted for dinner, when her phone began ringing. 

Trudy turned, seeing Hank’s name flash on the screen. She put her glass down and leaned against the couch letting out a deep sigh. She had a choice to make now. 

Either Trudy ignored the call and carried on with her relaxing peaceful night that was much deserved, or she answered and probably would end up spending her night in an urgent care with her two idiots of friends. 

Usually Trudy would be concerned about anyone, especially Hank, calling this late at night. But she knew what this call was about. 

Trudy had been around Alvin for enough years to know the signs of him being sick. She had seen his flushed cheeks and the way he kept blowing his nose and coughing, and had been for the last two days. Her and Hank had been keeping a close eye on him but Alvin seemed quite content to just ignore his symptoms. 

Hank calling now meant Alvin was too sick for him to ignore anymore, or for Hank to ignore which was the more likely option, and Hank wanted her to meet them at urgent care while they waited. It was probably going to be packed due to it being flu season and Trudy had no interest being around sniffling adults and gross children for hours. 

Not when she could drink her wine and watch some cheesy romance movie instead. Trudy’s phone had stopped ringing at that point, but she knew it was a matter of minutes before Hank called again or started texting. 

Sure enough a minute later Hank called again and against her better judgment, Trudy answered, putting the phone on speaker as she stood up to get her jacket and her shoes. 

“Where are you guys?” Trudy asked, skipping the greeting as she pulled her jacket on and made sure she had her wallet and keys.

“The urgent care near my place. I’ll send you the address”. Hank replied not asking how she knew. She could hear Alvin mutter something incoherent in the background that both her and Hank ignored. 

“How is he?” Trudy questioned as she headed out to her car and began driving once Hank had sent the address. 

“Sick, running a high fever and is pretty out of it. He almost fell down the stairs at the district which is why we're here. Despite the fact Al keeps protesting that it was just a dizzy spell”. Hank responded. 

“Is it busy there?” 

“Packed. It’ll be a while before they can see him but he needs to be checked out and we are not leaving until he does”. Hank responded firmly and Trudy knew Hank was saying that more to Alvin than to her. 

“You think it’s the flu he has?”

“I’m almost certain it is”. 

“Alright. I’ll be there in about ten minutes. Try to keep him in line until than”. Trudy said with a smirk as she stopped at a red light. 

“I’ll see what I can do”. 

They talked for a couple more minutes before Hank hung up and Trudy continued driving focused on getting to her friends. 

Ten minutes later she was searching the busy parking lot of the urgent care, for a parking spot. She soon found one near Hank’s car and headed inside. It surprisingly didn’t take long to find Hank and Alvin. They were near the back sitting side by side in chairs with their jackets in an empty chair clearly saved for her. 

Trudy headed over, Hank looking up at her footsteps and giving a sigh of relief. 

“Thank you for coming”. Hank said as he stood up. 

“Not sure why I did”. Trudy said sarcastically as she looked at a clearly out of it Alvin who was leaning back in his chair and staring at the roof. 

“I think his fever is causing some delirium but he seems content like that”. Hank explained as Trudy moved Hank and Alvin’s jackets and sat down in the now free chair. 

“Content is good”. Trudy replied as she turned her chair so she could reach Alvin. 

“Hey, how are you feeling, idiot?” Trudy asked as she set a hand on Alvin’s arm causing him to look up at her with wide and glazed over eyes. 

“Sick… and I’m not an idiot”. Alvin grumbled as he pulled away and pouted. Not like Alvin would ever admit he pouted. 

“Uh huh. If you're not an idiot then why did it take me practically dragging you to get you to get medical care?” Hank asked with a raised eyebrow. 

Alvin only gave him a weak glare and muttered something incoherent before going back to looking at the roof again. 

The three of them sat in silence for another twenty minutes just watching as people came in and out. Alvin occasionally coughed or sneezed but other than that the trio didn’t say or do much. 

Until Alvin started complaining about how cold he was. Hank and Trudy both sighed but instantly jumped into action. Helping Alvin get his jacket back on didn’t seem to do much and eventually Hank came up with an idea that would hopefully work. 

Soon they had manovered their chairs so Alvin was leaning against Hank’s chest, their legs a tangled mess on the other chair. The goal was hoping Hank’s body heat would help warm Alvin up. And Alvin was pretty touchy when sick anyway so they hoped this would help with that too. . 

Trudy was holding Alvin’s hand, frowning at how sick her best friend was. “You know we could’ve avoided all this if you had just stayed home to rest and not pushed yourself this far”. Trudy teased softly. 

“That’s not fun”. Alvin mumbled, but he was smiling as he looked at her through half lidded eyes. 

Trudy was about to respond, when Alvin suddenly moaned, sitting up suddenly and clutching his stomach. His face was pale as he moved away from Hank and got to his shaky feet. 

“I’m going to be sick”. Alvin moaned. 

“This is all you, Hank. I don’t do vomit”. Trudy replied looking at Hank who sighed as he stood up and wrapped an arm around Alvin’s waist to keep him standing. 

“Thanks for the help”. Hank said sarcastically but there was no heat in his words as he looked around for the bathroom. 

“Anytime”. Trudy said back, chuckling as Hank flipped her off as he finally located a bathroom and quickly led Alvin to it. 

Trudy checked her messages, only looking up when Hank led a barely conscious Alvin back to his seat. Alvin instantly curled up on the two chairs and that’s when Trudy noticed the vomit on Hank’s shirt and his jeans. 

“You were supposed to get him to the toilet”. Trudy stated as she placed a hand on Alvin’s forehead, finding he was still burning up. 

“Thanks tips. They were all taken and I didn’t get him to a sink quick enough”. Hank explained, looking at disgust at his clothes. “I’m going to run home and change. Alvin needs a sweater too, apparently”. 

“He’s wearing a sweater”. 

“Alvin’s convinced he’s not and I’m not arguing with him”. Hank responded as he grabbed his jacket and made sure his keys and phone were still in the pockets. 

Trudy just shook her head with a fond look. “You go change, I’ll make sure he stays alive and update you if anything changes”. Trudy responded, getting a grateful nod before Hank left. 

“How are you feeling?” Trudy asked as she turned to Alvin who looked absolutely miserable. 

“Like shit. My head hurts, every part of my body aches, everything's spinning, I’m so cold one moment and then hot the next”. Alvin complained and Trudy sighed as she grabbed his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. 

“They should be able to see you soon, and you’ll feel better”. Trudy reassured. Over the last hour they’d been here, the waiting room had started emptying and it wasn’t as rushed and busy as it had been. 

“Will you stay?” Alvin asked and Trudy hadn’t heard him that vulnerable in a long time. 

“Always”. 

Fifteen minutes later a nurse came over to them and with her help, Trudy was able to get a barely responsive and cooperative Alvin to a room.

The nurse was setting up an IV for fluids, when Alvin threw up again this time without warning. All over himself. 

Trudy texted Hank that Alvin needed more than just another sweater now. 

The doctor confirmed it was the flu and after Alvin had received a bag of fluids and got some medication, Hank and Trudy had dragged him to the bathroom and were currently trying to get Alvin out of his vomit stained clothes and into the fresh ones Hank had brought when he came back. 

While they were in the handicap stall, there wasn’t a lot of room for three adults and neither Trudy or Hank wanted to be in there long and leave others waiting. Unfortunately Alvin could barely keep his eyes open at this point let alone lift his arms or get sweatpants on. 

“Come on, Al. Just a couple more minutes than will get you back to my place and resting”. Hank urged as he tapped Alvin’s face to keep his eyes open. 

Alvin looked around blankly not really seeing them as he groaned but listened the best he could. 

After longer than Hank or Trudy care to admit, Alvin was changed and his vomit stained clothes were thrown in the bag to be dealt with later. Hank had lifted Alvin up and led him out of the stall while Trudy grabbed a wheelchair and waited outside the bathroom, helping Hank get Alvin settled once they made it out of the bathroom. 

Alvin was asleep by the time they made it to the car, and it was easy getting him in and buckled. Hank got in the driver's seat while Trudy went to her own car and they headed to Hank’s. 

It hadn’t been discussed that they were going back to Hank’s, but it didn’t need to be. Hank’s house was the biggest and the one Alvin and Trudy had always felt the most at home with. Their apartments never felt the same as Hank’s house did. 

Trudy parked beside Hank in the driveway, opening the front door so Hank could carry Alvin in and get him upstairs. 

“We might as well put him in my bed. It’s bigger than the spare room and with the bathroom in my room it’s easier”. Hank said, shifting Alvin’s dead weight in his arms as he spoke to Trudy. 

Trudy nodded and headed in first to turn the light on and pull the covers back so Hank could set Alvin down. After he was settled, they headed downstairs. Trudy collapsed on Hank’s couch while Hank went to the kitchen. 

“Beer?” Hank called. 

“Yes please”. Trudy replied as Hank entered the room with a beer for each of them. They sat in silence for a bit, just sipping their beers and taking in the silence, before Hank spoke. 

“Another normal Friday”. Hank commented and Trudy rolled her eyes as she leaned her head on his shoulder, and closed her eyes exhausted. 

“You’d think he’d learn”. 

“You’d think but we both know it’s not going to happen. It’s been almost thirty years and Al still doesn’t tell us when he’s sick”. Hank replied with a sigh. 

“A girl can dream”. Trudy responded. Hank smirked as he finished his beer. 

Soon they both headed back upstairs and to Hank’s room. Trudy changed into a pair of pajama pants Hank had given her, and both got into Hank’s bed on either side of Alvin who stirred. 

“Hank…Trudy?” Alvin whispered as he looked at them, snuggling into Hank’s side. 

“Go back to sleep, Alvin. We're here”. Hank reassured, his voice gentle as it always was when dealing with a sick and out of it Al. 

“Gonna get you guys sick”. Alvin mumbled but he made no move to move them or himself away. 

“I think that ship has already sailed”. Trudy joked as she tucked the blanket around him. 

“I love you guys”. Alvin muttered as his eyes closed and his head lolled to the side. 

“We love you too Alvin”. Trudy muttered as she kissed his forehead and settled into the bed herself, Hank doing the same. 

Despite still craving that glass of wine and a peaceful evening, Trudy wouldn’t trade this for anything. These idiots were her best friends and that wasn’t going to change and Trudy didn’t want it to.

[gregorygerwitz]

"you did so well!" oooooooh but mouse saying it to jay!

I'm actually just here to write soft fluffy fics where the boys have a happy life with their dog

"you did so well!"

"Don't come in here!"

"Jay, it's an open layout. The second I leave the hallway, I will be in the kitchen."

"Then stay in the hall!"

He was too busy moving around in what felt like circles to check and make sure Mouse actually stayed put. But that didn't really matter when he was almost done, anyway. After spending the entire afternoon in the kitchen, it was warm, and there was a mess of dishes in the sink, but dinner was almost done. And it smelled good - he just hoped the taste of it lived up.

"This is ridiculous... I can smell the sauce all the way over here. If you're trying to keep it a secret, you're not doing a great job of it. And if I don't take him out soon, Ranger is going to pee on the carpet."

Jay let out a huff of breath through his nose, frowning while he turned around again. It really was almost done, and he wasn't exactly tryin got keep it a secret, but he would have preferred being able to keep it a surprise. That just wasn't entirely possible when they were both home and it was a little cruel to keep his boyfriend and their dog in the bedroom for so long. He grabbed a small container from the fridge before calling out again.

"Just don't look when you walk through."

The sound of Mouse's own sigh carried across the room, growing closer with the clicking that meant Ranger was right by his side. "I can see most of it without even trying, by the way. And- is that a slow cooker? Did you buy a slow cooker? Wait, no-"

Waving him out of the kitchen area, Jay shook his head. "Go. I'll set the table and everything will be ready to eat when you get back. Since you've ruined the surprise."

"I didn't realize it was supposed to be a surprise. I also didn't realize you were buying us a new kitchen appliance. Do you want me to pay you back for half or-?"

"No." Jay shook his head again quickly, trying to block the view of some of the counter behind him with his body. "Just take the dog out and stop snooping. Please. While there's still some level of surprise left in all of this."

"You're cooking a whole meal by yourself, completely of your own free will. Isn't that enough of a surprise?"

Narrowing his eyes, he pointed a finger toward the door. "Can you bully me when you come back? I have to get this all set out before it starts to burn."

Mouse was grinning while he grabbed the harness and leash from their hooks by the door so that he could get Ranger ready to go outside. It was something they could both practically get done in their sleep, if the excited puppy wasn't wriggling with barely contained eagerness that didn't fit into his body. Luckily, that evening seemed to be a calmer one, likely due to the sleepy look in the pup's eyes.

"I'm not bullying you. I'm teasing you, at most. I didn't realize this dinner meant so much to you. But fine, I will take the dog out so you can set the table in peace"

"Thank you."

He barely got the words out before lips found his cheek, the kiss soft and brief but more than enough for him to be aware of it. It was something that happened seemingly randomly, as out of place as him cooking and taking over the kitchen for hours at a time. It had never really been one of Mouse's habits, casual contact, touches that weren't completely necessary, little reminders of their relationship and their closeness that Jay usually had to initiate himself. The change was a good one, and his frown disappeared in an instant because of it.

"I'll make sure to walk him around the block so you'll have plenty of time. If we're not back in half an hour, our downstairs neighbor kidnapped me. You may have to call the team for back up."

"Don't get kidnapped. I did not take six hours making dinner to not even eat it."

"I'm going to lock that up and never let you use it again. Seriously, it's day one, and it's already changing you."

As soon as the door swung shut, Jay bit his lip to keep his smile from growing any wider. He had at least a few minutes to himself to get everything put together and the table set up. It should be easy enough - the plates were already on the counter, and the timer on the oven was beeping, and everything was done, he just had to make it presentable.

He took his time to make sure it looked good. The pasta went down first, with the slowly simmered sauce spooned out over the top of it. Then came the cheese sprinkled on top, and the slices of garlic bread that were artfully placed next to it all. It looked perfect, and he just hoped it would stay perfect until it made it to the table. That was all he asked for, just one perfect moment so that he could present his hard work before they dug into it.

Miraculously, he got exactly that. The plates still looked picture perfect, and the warm glow of the bulbs over the table just added to the atmosphere.

And the ceramic clinked against the wood just as the door opened again.

"Good news, I didn't get kidnapped."

"Better news," Jay called back with a wider small, gesturing with his hand to the display he'd set up. "Dinner is ready."

"I still don't know why spaghetti sauce took all day." Taking care of the leash and harness again, Mouse knelt down to scratch Ranger behind his ears. "But it smells really good. Can I actually come through the kitchen now, or are you going to scold me again?"

He rolled his eyes and settled into his chair, the expression on his face still something more than a smile. "Just come eat. There's plenty more after this, so you can have seconds, or we can pack some up for lunches, or whatever."

"I feel like I need to put it on Instagram."

The chair on the other side of the table scraped against the floor before the weight of a whole human being settled into it. Then there was only the clinking of forks against plates and cups on the table and the other noises that came with eating dinner - including the excited padding paws near their feet, their puppy hoping for some crumbs or a spill that a napkin couldn't quite catch before he got a bowl of his own food.

And a moan that was usually reserved for the bedroom.

"Oh my god..."

"Are you rethinking your plan to hide the slow cooker from me? Because I can't do this again if you lock it up somewhere."

"I want to lock it up, so I don't have to be bored for an entire afternoon again." A quick shake of a head and more clinking of silverware accompanied the words. "But... you did so well! Why are you making me choose between quality time with you and delicious food?"

Jay coughed out a laugh while he swallowed the food in his mouth. "You know... next time, you can just be in the kitchen with me. It doesn't always have to be a surprise. I just... don't cook very often. I wanted this to feel special."

"This is definitely special. Make it forever. I want to eat this every single day."

"Do you know how much work this took? No."

"Jay..."

[ praise and admiration prompts ]

[smilesstardust]

Dance company AU quotes

I’m getting to the end of the backlog of character backstories I have for this AU, so thought I’d start posting snippets. I’ve got a few and don’t really know where to start, so have some quotes and feel free to send me any you would like to see. The vibes of these are all slightly different, some are cute, some are sad, some are just dumb and mildly funny.

- You’re even more of an idiot than you come across if you actually believe that.

- Why me?

- But you’re my best friend

- Do I want to hear this before coffee? *handed a large* That’s a no then.

- Wasn’t that during the Summer of Sexuality Crises?

- I’m sorry, I seem to have missed where I asked for that

- Which one of you is he screwing?

- I’m not telling him you said fuck off, he hates you enough already.

- That was more help than I wanted

- I dated the man for over a year. Yes, I knew.

- You haven’t dropped me yet

- I think there’s been a mistake

- You tackled her last week.

- *Jay, in front of Will* Steves, you know you’re my favourite sibling right?

- No, I like gossip too much for that.

- And a one two three four and you are still getting it wrong

- Why the fuck am I getting phone calls from a film crew? Literally nobody has my number

- Have you tried sleeping with men instead? I find it’s significantly easier to navigate emotionally

- You didn’t listen to me, did you? How bad is it?

- He’s my boss, I can’t tell him what to do.

Ask me

[cloveroctobers]

Here you’ll find all summer works written during the summer season of 2024 down below🍦🏖️ 🌅

BURN > Dante Torres + Tv/Film + Chicago PD (NBC)

BODYGUARD > Vic Hughes + Tv/Film + Station 19 (ABC)

MAKE YOU FEEL > Rio + Tv/Film + Good Girls (NBC/Netflix)

CAMPING > Sydney, Carmy, Richie, Michael, & Luca + Tv/Film + The Bear (FX/Hulu)

NEXT 2 U > _Requested_Layla Keating + Tv/Film + All American (The CW)

DISTANCE > Armando Aretas + Film + Bad Boys: Ride or Die (Columbia Pictures)

SINNERS ON COURT > Art Donaldson x Tashi Duncan x Patrick Zweig + Film Crossover + Challengers/The Strangers (Amazon MGM Studios/Warner Bros. Pictures)

95 DEGREES > Armando Aretas + Film + Bad Boys: Ride or die (Columbia Pictures)

SITUATIONS > _Requested_Luca + Tv/Film + The Bear (FX/Hulu)

HAMMER TO THE HEART > Dante Torres + Tv/Film + Chicago PD (NBC)

COMEDY > Sydney Adamu + Tv/Film + The Bear (FX/Hulu)

TV ON > Richie Jerimovich + Tv/Film + The Bear (FX/Hulu)

GRANDMA’s > Armando Aretas + Film + Bad Boys: Ride or die (Columbia Pictures)

FALSE STARTS > Carmy Berzatto + Tv/Film + The Bear (FX/Hulu)

LOVE FOR A MINUTE > Armando Aretas + Film + Bad Boys: Ride or Die (Columbia Pictures)

TIGER EYE > JR + Tv/Film + All American: Homecoming (The CW)

NEIGHBORS > Armando Aretas, Rio, Luca, & Mikey Berzatto + Tv/Film + Bad boys for life, Good Girls, & The Bear

-> A SUMMER EP 🌪️

RODEO > Javi Rivera + Film + Twisters [2024] (Universal Pictures/Warner Bros. Pictures/Amblin Entertainment)

FIRST DAY > Armando Aretas + Film + Bad Boys: Ride or Die (Columbia Pictures)

BEST EXIT > Dani + Film + Twisters [2024] (Universal Pictures/Warner Bros. Pictures/Amblin Entertainment)

[tevantarlos]

Knowing and Seeing

Fandom: Chicago PD Title: Knowing and Seeing Characters: Jay Halstead, Hailey Upton Pairing: Upstead Rating/Warnings: PG. Het. Love. Summary: Jay knows how much his wife loves Christmas, but knowing and seeing it, are two very different things. Upstead. A/N: From now on, my fics will no longer be beta’d by other people. I’m going to use a spell checker, grammar checker, and a punctuation checker to check my works. Any errors that remain are my own. Thanks to anyone who reads, reviews, likes, bookmarks, or follows. Disclaimer: I don’t own CPD or anything you recognize and I don’t claim to. I make no money writing this story. Words: 939 without title and ending.

Written for the Chicago PD Christmas Bingo 2023.

Prompt: Christmas present shopping [4/4]

[azurethevampire]

Drabble prompts open!

I'm travelling a lot this upcoming week so I thought what better way to spent the time not admiring the views than write 😄 Send me drabble prompts until I say to stop and I will try my best to write them up any chance I get - if not on my trip then very soon after I've come home.

Fandoms I'm currently in the mood to write for:

• The Walking Dead, Mandalorian (still haven't had chance to watch s3, though so no spoilers please!) NCIS, Chicago Fire, Chicago PD and perhaps Chicago Med, Doctor Who, Transformers and Red Dead Redemption video game

Maybe other fandoms I've written before, ask and I'll tell you if I'm currently in the mood for it!

Now go fill my inbox with drabble prompts! 🤗

Note that I still don't write smut, romance otherwise depends if I'm vibing like it atm.