#chicago pd prompt

[samantha-chicago]

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)

[youngeditor1999]

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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.

[hazel-eye-coffee-shop-girl-blog]

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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[crinkled-emotions]

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

[artiekareestories]

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…

[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.

[teaandfiction-28]

I was one of those that guessed correct 🙌🏼 Could I request smut 1 please? Honestly enjoying your writing so much 👏🏼

Well-guessed @r3dskywaterfall 💛

Thank you so much for the lovely comment - I'm thrilled you're enjoying these stories!

I'm not sure why but Hank Voight losing his virginity has been a little plot bunny bouncing around in my head for *years* 😂 So here you go - hope you enjoy!

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Prompt: “Staying quiet was never your strong suit, was it?"

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Smut, First Time, Language [18+ only]

Timeline: Set during C31 of ‘Brand New Day’.

“Hank, do you remember your first time?”

It was almost midnight on Christmas Eve and, after finally getting an overly tired Alexis to sleep, Hank and Kate had collapsed into an exhausted tangle of limbs on the sofa, two half-empty glasses of wine on the coffee table and ‘It's a Wonderful Life’ on the TV.

She wasn’t sure where the question came from but she supposed that it stemmed from her incessant desire to know everything there was to know about Hank Voight. In her eyes, no piece of knowledge was trivial when it came to the enigma that was her husband but, when his body tensed beneath her and her question was met with complete silence, Kate lifted her head from his chest to peer up at him, curious hazel meeting startled russet. 

“That’s a subject I ain’t touching with a barge pole.” He eventually grumbled with a huff of amusement, prior experience dictating that these conversations were better had when their house was void of both Erin and their daughter but, undeterred, Kate continued to gaze up at him expectantly. 

“Honey, why would I let you get upset about something that happened long before you were born?” He challenged, more than a little baffled at her left-field line of questioning but, when she jutted out her lower lip and muttered a quiet ‘please’, he rolled his eyes and caved like a house of cards. 

“Summer of ’84. Prom night.”

Kate pushed into a seated position at his side and instantly he regretted indulging her when she robbed him of the warmth of her body, the soft cotton of his t-shirt instantly becoming cool without her touch. 

“I’d had a great football season my senior year of high school and Northwestern had offered me a full scholarship. I guess as a promising Quarterback, I was like catnip for the girls who wanted to hang off the arm of a football player.”

Of course she knew he had snubbed both college and a career in football to follow in his father’s footsteps but she couldn’t help but imagine a young, inexperienced version of her husband in a darkened classroom, locking lips with his giggly date as he battled with the ruffles on her dress with shaky, unsure hands.

“Hank Voight, the cliche.” She teased with a smirk but the cute montage playing in her mind soon came to a screeching halt when provided some clarity on the identity of the young woman with whom he’d cashed in his v-card. 

Turns out, it wasn’t his prom date after all. 

“Wait…you lost your virginity to your Spanish professor!?” She balked, her jaw going slack and her eyes widening comically when he hiked a casual shoulder as though it was commonplace to loose your virginity to a woman who was probably old enough to be your mother! 

“After I took my date home like the perfect gentleman I was, I headed back to school to meet some buddies and she was, uh, waiting for me under the bleachers.”

His teacher was waiting for him under the bleachers!? Part of her wanted to hunt this woman down and knock her teeth down her throat for taking advantage of him but she wasn’t naive enough to believe that even a teenage Hank Voight could have been forced to do something he didn’t want to do. 

So instead of letting her fiery protectiveness ruin the rest of their evening, she simply cocked an eyebrow and levelled him with a serious look. 

“So…how was it?”

Biting back the clipped bark of laughter that rumbled in his chest, Hank shook his head in disbelief. Of course she would want to get right down to the horny details. 

“Fast.” He admitted with a snort of amusement, vaguely recalling how he’d almost ruined his dress pants when his busty, olive-skinned instructor had propositioned him with a lascivious glance over her shoulder, blood-red lips quirked into a coquettish grin as she slowly lifted her tight skirt up and over her hips.

It had been over almost as quickly as it began, stumbling away from her on trembling legs as he fought to catch his breath, his heart jackhammering against his ribs. But she had simply shimmied her skirt back over the voluptuous globes of her ass, pecked him on the lips and left him standing awkwardly in the darkness with her sultry adios cariño echoing in his ears.

When he caught Kate’s pensive expression out of the corner of his eye, he idly wondered what she was thinking. Was she imagining him pinning a faceless brunette against a jagged beam, their quiet moans interspersed with the sound of flesh meeting flesh? Or perhaps she envisioned him looking utterly terrified as a Mrs Robinson-type character dropped to her knees at his feet and proceeded to blow his innocent little mind into the next solar system?

Either way, he couldn’t contain the quiet sigh of relief when the corner of her mouth tugged into a wry grin, her eyes sparkling with genial mirth as she met his gaze from across the couch.

“Well, it’s good to know you weren’t always a stallion in the sack.” She teased with a wink, a pleasant sensation blooming low in her belly when his eyes darkened with lust, a fission of sexual tension zinging between them like an electric current. 

“A stallion, huh?” He growled, caging her between his arms as he planted both hands on the cushions either side of her hips, inching forwards until her had her pinned between the pillows and his warm body.

Capturing her lips in a searing kiss, Hank settled his weight in the cradle of her thighs, her long limbs instinctually winding around his body like ivy to draw him down until they were pressed together from chest to thigh. 

“You know I saved my best work for you sweetheart.” He rumbled when his mouth left hers in favour of tracing hot, tongue-filled kisses along the line of her jaw and down the slope of her neck, grinning against her heated flesh when she mewled in response and her hips jerked against his in search of sweet friction.

Whatever smart-assed response she had in mind died in her mouth when Hank slipped a hand along the soft curve of her belly, fingertips gliding over the smooth flesh to slide beneath the elastic of her sleep shorts. 

“Hank, we can’t…Erin’s upstairs.”

Her protest fell on deaf ears when his deft fingers dipped between her legs to trace slow, teasing circles around her swollen bundle of nerves with the pads of his fingers. 

“Better stay quiet then.” He whispered with a smirk, clearly having forgotten how they had both almost perished with embarrassment not too long ago when they were caught in flagrante by his pseudo-daughter. 

While at least they were still fully clothed, it was a bad idea. It was such a bad idea. But all thoughts of trying to persuade him to wait until they were in the privacy of their bedroom left in rush when he slipped first one, then a second thick digit inside of her, the rough pad of his thumb taking over the rhythmically stroking of her aching clit. 

“Fuck Hank!” She whimpered, hands scrabbling to find purchase on the soft cotton of his t-shirt, the fabric bunching in her vice-like grip as she used his body as a counter-balance to her own undulating hips.

“So good for me.” He husked, adjusting his weight so that he could shove her t-shirt up and over her chest, lips quirking into a grin as her dusky nipples instantly pebbled when bared to the cool air. 

When he drew one tight bud into the warm cavern of his mouth, Kate released her grip on his shirt in favour of frantically clutching at the back of his head with one hand, the other flying to her mouth in an effort to muffle the tight whine of pleasure that was threatening to escape unbidden in response to his masterful stimulation. 

Before long, Kate was dancing along the precipice of bliss, her chest damp and heaving as she gasped for breath, desperate for him to push her over the edge. Releasing her nipple with a quiet ‘pop’, Hank increased the pace of his once-languid movements, propping himself up on one elbow to watch her lithe body bucking and writhing beneath him, face contorted in pure ecstasy. 

“C’mon baby, let me feel you.”

He could sense her climax coming long before her slick walls began to pulse and throb around his fingers, giving him ample time to knock her hand out of the way and seal his mouth over hers when she came with a sharp cry, suppressing the instinctive, guttural groans that followed before she woke up the rest of the house. 

Easing her back down to earth with slow, steady strokes and soft, easy kisses, Hank was watching her intently with an expression of smug satisfaction plastered across his handsome face when Kate eventually managed to force her eyes open, the flushed skin at the base of her throat pulsing rhythmically in time with her rapid heart rate. 

When the fluttering around his fingers eventually ceased, Hank withdrew his hand from her shorts and, with his eyes still locked on hers, lifted his arousal-slicked digits to his lips, sliding both fingers into his mouth with a hum of delight. 

Ignoring Kate’s breathy “Jesus Christ” at his salacious display, he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the very tip of her nose, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he peered down at her. 

“I guess staying quiet was never your strong suit, was it?”

[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.

[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

[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]

[cloveroctobers]

FEEL LIKE HOME — Dante Torres [October Prompts] 🧡

A/N: The new season just started and I’m already happy seeing my man again. Also??? Kev getting a new love interest? Will it be permanent this time around?? Anyways it’s cozy (also spooky ofc) season so why wouldn’t I write for my man?

PROMPT IS FROM HERE & I’m using: MURDER HOUSE: we just moved into a new home and foolishly staked all of our savings into it. surprise! it's haunted beyond belief. how are we going to turn this house into a home? alternatively one of our muses inherited the house from some distant relative. they just didn't know they'd inherit the ghost living within it too. + GENERAL VIBES: if it’s dark, don’t shine your flashlight into the trees.

WARNINGS: some language, some fluff + spooks! Small talks of religion and practices but I’m not religious or go too deep on it if you’re the same & a somewhat lengthy read!

<- read my previous October anthology prompt here.

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HANK VOIGHT

Dante’s sergeant of CPD’s Intelligence Unit

“People don’t just disappear, you understand me?” Hank Voight exasperates to the producer behind the camera, “I don’t believe in ghost stories and there’s always a explanation for everything.”

The producer questions as the camera crew zooms in on the older man’s face, “If that’s the case…don’t you think you would have found them already?”

Voight tightens his stare and it’s as cold as frostbite from him, for at least a minute before he states, “Who says I won’t?”

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You’re sitting on the set of stairs, knuckles tucked underneath your chin as your eyes zone out on the odd claw? markings on the wall in front of you. You’ve already envisioned placing an old wall clock that you’ve bought from a tag sale there but it definitely wouldn’t be long enough to hide the markings.

“Hey.” A gentle tone, you pick up on gets your head turning but it takes more effort to get your eyes to focus on Dante.

A small smile appears on your lips as you respond, “Hey.”

“Adam and Kevin are grabbing the last of the boxes,” he informs as he stands on the steps that lead right to the entryway and living room, “you okay? Kev thinks you’ve finally crashed out.”

You roll your eyes with a snort of laughter, “I’m fine. Just taking in how real this is…and why i didn’t see any boxes of your own in your car?”

Dante raises his brows, resting his elbow on the side banister, “I…didn’t think you were serious? Just assumed that was tipsy talk.”

Which was fair, you said a lot of things when you had drinks in you. It wasn’t something you did a lot since you were a lightweight but being in a social setting you sometimes engaged and definitely got emotional and touchy.

Pushing off the steps and moving to your right, you hold your hand out as you walk down the few steps that kept you two apart. Dante doesn’t hesitate to grab your hand, holding onto you until your face to face.

“I was—no—am dead serious,” you tell resting your hands on his hips while you stare into his green hues, “You’re the only person I want to make this feel like a home with.”

Dante reaches for your face, pads of his thumbs caressed your skin as his heart began to hammer in his chest, “yeah?”

“No bullshit,” you answer with a shake of your head and a grin, “Even talked it over with Mama Torres.”

There’s a hint of worry that passes over Dante’s eyes and you almost want to laugh in his face as he exhaled, “huh?”

“What?” You head tilts to the side, “You think you’re the only one that gets to be her bestie?”

It’s Dante’s turn to shake his head, “now that kind of makes me nervous.”

You laugh, “Would it make you feel better if we were beefing?”

“Hell no.” Is Dante’s immediate response, “…I do wish I was part of that conversation though.”

“It wasn’t me being sneaky, I promise! I mentioned bringing it up at dinner before as you know…yet a few of your cases took longer some days. So I ended up blurting it out since Mama Torres brought up a certain topic.”

Dante closed his eyes only imagining what his dear mother said to you, “oh no.”

“Relax courage.” You tease, “It’s a valid topic.”

“Which is?” He pressed, peering at you from underneath his eyelashes.

“Our future.”

He’s goes quiet, rubbing at the back of his neck now, feeling some pressure about that. Dante’s always been a go with the flow kind of guy and you’ve been together for about two years now. He would be a foolish man if he said he never thought about what a future with you would look like. You were both in your thirties and although you had a somewhat traditional way when it came to marriage, you weren’t asking for a ring yet…just another level to your relationship is all.

Continuing on you ask, “Yup…so you’ll think about it? Mama Torres gave her stamp of approval and already said for you not to worry about her but knowing you, you’ll need more reassurance from the source.”

Dante breathed out a smile, “Guilty. You know me so well.”

“I do.”

Dante hums, reaching out for you again. He lightly grips your chin, “Getting to share a whole house with you…is a big step. I wouldn’t mind that and it wouldn’t be much to think about, honestly.”

“Yeah?”

He presses a tender kiss to your lips, almost savoring the taste of you, like he commonly did. “Yeah,” he repeats, “No bullshit.”

You both laugh into each other’s faces before some clearing of throats are heard behind Dante. The buzzed haired man turns as if he’s just been caught red handed while you keep one hand rested behind his neck, finger tempted to trace one of his many tattoos.

“Now that you’re done eating each other’s faces,” Adam starts while Dante rolls his eyes, “We came to let the Missus know, our services are done for the day—

Kevin knocks his knuckles against Adam’s shoulders, “uh uh you’re not supposed to say for the day man, you gotta really sell it so she don’t ask for nothing else.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right, my bad.”

“You two ain’t shit, you know?” You joke, moving to get off the steps, “whatever happened to, ‘whoever Dante loves, we gotta love and consider them family too?’”

Adam frowns looking over at the brown skinned man, “I don’t recall ever saying that, your ass must have said that.”

Kevin pushes his lips out in thought and then admits, “I may have said that once.”

“Ah, so this is your fault?” Adam points with a laugh.

Kevin places his hand on his own chest, “there ain’t nothing wrong with spreadin’ the love, something Dante here isn’t afraid to do clearly.”

Dante scoffs, “alright, you two need to get off our backs.”

“You should really start a hugging and kissing business.” Adam instigates, “Seems like you really know what you’re doing.”

Dante smirks, although his cheeks are burning, “yeah, I think I could teach you a thing or two. You are the one that’s getting married and I’m sure you want to stay married, right?”

“Got ‘em!” Kev laughed into his balled up fist while Adam sends Dante a playful middle finger.

Adam scoffed while Dante held out his hand for them to embrace each other by the chest, “Kim don’t got any complaints, trust me.”

“Ew alright, we’ve both heard enough! Thank you.” Kevin cringes as he refers and glanced at you, “we just wanted to let you know you’re all clear, good luck with all those damn boxes you got over this place. Whatchu thinking about doing? Opening an outlet mall here instead of a home?” He pokes fun at you while you mock him talking with your hands, “Anyway! We got to get down to the station and I’ll be sending you my medical bills within the next two to three business days.”

Sucking your teeth at the man, you allowed him to embrace you, thanking him for his help while he’s the first to exit your house.

“No seriously? Why do you need so much shit?” Adam questions, holding you by the shoulders, “Maybe it’s time for a tag sale?”

You fire back at the brunette, “Are you going to help with that?”

The bearded man pretends to think about it, “how much profit we talking?”

He grins at you as you give him a blank expression before you hug him goodbye as well.

Letting out a sigh, you twirl around on one leg to face the living room. The couch and the sofa were all arranged the way you wanted them— after the first three arrangements. You had a tv stand that had barn doors that you really loved but started to think about what the tv would look like mounted on the wall and the floors? You wanted new floors as soon as possible, thankfully the man next door, who actually helped Dante a few days ago getting most of your items in while you had to work was a flooring and carpet installer. He gave Dante his business card so you figured you’d give him a call sometime this week if you didn’t run into him.

There were so many possibilities to this place. You never owned a home before and to have a distant relative that you met maybe once or twice at a family reunion years ago, really surprised you when you received a call that changed your life.

Hands tightly wrapped around you waist, caught you off guard before you felt familar lips kiss on your neck. “What’re you thinking about, pretty girl?”

Your hands go to rest along Dante’s, “that we have so much to do and I need to make a list like Kim suggested. She already helped me pick out paint swatches for a few of these rooms.”

“Course she did,” Dante comments with a laugh, his lips pressed against your temple, “you know we don’t have to have it all figured out today right? Things take time.”

“Well my great-great aunt Gladys didn’t have the time.”

“Wasn’t she almost one hundred and five?”

“That’s not—the point is time is an illusion.”

Dante frowns, “who said that again?”

“Albert Einstein.”

Dante nods, “okay my little theorist. I can sense that you’re about to stress yourself out and I think I can help with that?”

You whip around to face him, “you’ll start ripping up these floors for me?”

The buzzed haired man quickly shifts his attention to the floor, “that would be a negative on my part. I got a better idea and it starts with this.”

His hands rest low on your hips, fingertips touching your tailbone before he leans forward to kiss the corner of your lips and then over to your mouth.

“Oh…now I see where you’re going with this.” You laugh against his mouth, hands locking around the back of his neck before kissing him back. It’s truly magnetic, how you both knew how to set the pace and how it felt like your lips were made just for one another.

Dante hums as he pulls away to bury his face against your neck again. “I knew you would,” his soft voice is a bit huskier now that he set the mood, “Since I’m here and don’t have to be to the station until the evening…would you let me help you christen the place?”

You shudder feeling his tongue against your skin, hoping to it feel it much more anywhere else on your body as you say, “I thought you would never ask.”

He pulls back to grin at you, slight gap in between his front teeth gleam at you as he scoops you up bridal style, leading you upstairs to where only your bed and tons of boxes remained.

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ADAM RUZEK

Dante’s friend/co-worker at CPD’s Intelligence Unit

“Did you think there was ever any sense of regret from Dante taking on this big step?” The producer asks the man who’s seated with his elbow resting on the arm of the chair, fingers caressing his facial hair in thought.

Adam feels his brows trying to meet, “Regrets? No. He loves that girl. Worshipped the ground she walked on and she looked at him like he put the damn stars in the sky. Were there nerves on Dante’s part? Definitely since this is probably his second most serious relationship. He wanted to be there and loved that he had someone to get home to.”

“Is there a chance that it all got too much way too soon?”

“Meaning what?” Adam quizzed, “I hope you’re not implying what I think you’re implying.”

The set goes quiet before the producer expresses, “It’s just a thought and I would hope as law enforcement you all would consider the worst case scenarios…even if you don’t want to.”

Adam bites down on the inside of the back of his bottom lip, feeling the frustration in his veins, “As law enforcement, you should be lucky that any of us are even bothering to give you the time of day to discuss this on going investigation.”

They’re scrambling now, “We do appreciate you being here Officer Ruzek but is it truly ongoing if it’s been months? Shouldn’t you start considering that either they’re dead or Dante is behind—

“Okay, if you’re going to continue to disrespect everything I say, without knowing the first thing about Dante’s character, then I’m not going to do any more interviews. You can take these wires and shove em—

No signal is shown.

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Crossing your arms, you lightly twisted your body back and forth as you awaited for the inspector to get upright from the ground. Dante is squeezing your shoulders, running his hands down your arms trying to get the tension out.

It had been a month and a few weeks since he’s moved into the home and you couldn’t be more in bliss with Dante being here. Although you got to enjoy the house more so since you had a hybrid schedule, there was still a warmth inside whenever you got to see his face around the home. Majority of the time you tried to wait up for him but when you couldn’t, he always made sure to embrace you before eventually climbing into bed.

Him being here with you now as the fall foliage settled in, almost made you collapse backwards (into his arms instead of the leaves) once the man wrote down the estimate of the damage and held it up for you two to see.

“Three grand for that?” Dante inquired, keeping one arm around your waist and taking the yellow paper with his other hand.

The inspector with the backwards cap and who loudly chomped on his gum scoffs, “You two must be new home owners. This house shit? Is never no walk in the park. This is an older home and they should have used concrete for the foundation instead of this crap. Then you’re going to need an exterminator to get rid of the termites in the cracks and crannies…so yeah three grand and that’s just for my part not including the service fee.”

“I’m going to be sick.” You pull away from Dante, moving to head up the stairs and through one of the doors to enter the home, leaving Dante to deal with the smart ass inspector.

You’re seated at the dining table, cheek resting in the palm of your hand and a mason jar full of water.

“Hey,” Dante greets sitting across from you, “it’s going to be fine.”

You shake your head in incredulity, “digging into my savings and yours isn’t fine to me. We’re remodeling and trying to make this feel like home but every time we try to do something new, it’s mostly a problem and it’s making my stomach cramp like crazy.”

Dante reaches for your hand to hold, “You know it doesn’t take doing all of this work to make a home right? It’s the people inside of it who know how to love and fill it up with love that make it a home.”

A crooked smile appears on your mouth then, “You’re not making my stomach feel any better with the cheese you just served me, Torres.”

“Maybe you should finally try those probiotics Violet and Lizzie left here then.” Dante suggests, which actually wipes the smile from your face while a sob rips through your lips instead.

They were your paramedic friends that wanted to throw you a house warming party but you kept telling them that the house wasn’t ready.

Bewildered Dante gets to his feet, pulling your head against his torso, “that was a stupid joke, I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for! It’s not your fault this house is as old as my great-great aunt.” You bunched up his white t-shirt, which you shouldn’t have been able to do if he had his jacket zipped up!

The temperatures been dropping nearly every other day and this man thought it was cool to just be outside in a shirt and jeans but you weren’t having it, you threw a puffer jacket over his face earlier just as the doorbell rung signaling that the inspector was here.

Dante frowns, “I thought this was built in 1952?”

You wail, which only makes Dante’s concern increase and he knows in this moment he can only shut up and hold you, hoping that at some point you’ll be able to laugh about this.

And that laughter would turn into fear, which beat sorrow any day.

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A week passed when Dante got a call one late night when he and Kevin stayed back to work on a case. He wouldn’t lie and say he and Kevin weren’t goofing off, for about ten minutes until that light hearted moment changed into something unexpected. It was after ten pm, twenty minutes until eleven when your face popped up on his phone.

“Hey baby, what’re you still doing up?” Dante asked, resting his elbows on his desk.

Kevin leaves to use the restroom, squeezing Dante’s shoulders on his way by as he calls out your name in greeting before carrying on.

“Dante…” there’s shuffling on your end and he figures you must have him on speaker phone, “you didn’t rearrange the recreation room did you?”

He shakes his head then remembers you can’t see him, “No…why?”

“I heard something when I was in the living room, coming from downstairs. I turned into you and investigated. Everything downstairs was rearranged: gym equipment and mini fridge.”

“…Are you pranking me?”

“No. Why would I do that?”

“Because you want me to stop working late hours to watch those scary movies with you…wait…that’s probably what this is. Your mind playing tricks on you and everything’s fine—

His phone pings and he has to look away to see that it’s a text from you. He sighs, putting his phone on speaker as well to check out the message you sent him. It was a photo of the lower level of the home and everything was in fact rearranged. There was a possibility that you could have done it, you had strength in you no doubt but a few of the more heavier equipment pieces were questionable.

“…I’d really like it if you stop telling me things are fine when it’s feeling like it won’t be.”

Dante pinched at the bridge of his nose, “okay…I hear you. Where are you now?”

“I locked myself in the room. I’m not going downstairs for anything else.”

He exhales, “okay good. Don’t. I’ll be home by eleven-fifteen.”

“Um Dante…there’s something else.”

“What is it?”

You’re staring at the living chair you pushed underneath the door knob, “it also sounds like there’s someone pacing the floor.”

Dante feels as if he stops breathing and his pausing didn’t ease the anxiety in you, “It’s an older home, you know the floors creak right? Even with the new hardwood floors. That’s probably just what that is. Stay inside until I get there though alright?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you.” Dante says in an attempt to lighten things up.

You swallow, keeping your eyes locked on the door as you sat up against the headboard of your shared bed, “I love you more.”

“Bullshit.” He teases.

A small smile graces your chapped lips, “No bullshit.”

“A little?”

“No but I love you right back.”

“That’s the answer I was looking for.”

“You’re annoying.”

“Sometimes. I’ll see you soon, don’t move.”

“Believe me, I won’t.” You say, eyes focused on the shadow that’s moving back and forth underneath the door frame.

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KIM BURGESS

Officer at CPD Intelligence Unit/Co-worker of Dante

“Did you ever witness what she was talking about when you visited the home?”

Kim sits up straight in the chair, “Did I ever see anything moving on its own? No. Did the house make weird noises? Yes. It’s an older home, something Dante also tried to justify. She never wanted Adam and I visiting when it got dark out. Especially with Makayla. I mean it’s Chicago so you can never be too sure but something else was going on with her. Whatever was going on in that house was draining her first and I hated that I couldn’t do more as a friend…for both of them.”

“What do you think happened to them?”

“I…don’t know but I know they wanted to reflect the home they found in each other in that house. It just didn’t work out that way.”

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“Everything good with y’all?” Kevin said in a hushed tone as he sat on the couch with Dante.

Dante hums, looking away from what he was writing down on the paperwork. Kevin stopped by to collect some of the files to bring into the station and Dante forgot to fill out the last section so he was trying to finish it up so it would all be good to go. “What do you mean?”

“You know…since the whole seeing feet underneath the door thing happened, however long ago?” The taller man peeks towards the kitchen, spying Mama Torres setting the table and you were nowhere in sight.

Dante looks up from the paper and says, “she…prefers to work at the office now.”

“Damn.”

“It works for her,” Dante shrugs, “But she’s also hanging out more with those paramedics, Violet and Lyla—Lizzie. Who like to have fun.”

Kevin nods, “alright…what’s wrong with that? Anything that gets her mind off whatever’s going on is good isn’t it?”

Dante looks off towards the dining area where his mom just moved from, “Yeah, I’m not mad at that. It’s just that when I am here, she’s not around and I don’t like that it feels like there’s distance between us when there shouldn’t be.”

“Kay…so why don’t you plan something? A weekend getaway, you don’t gotta leave the city or anything if finances are trash right now. Stay at a nice hotel or Airbnb and get that quality time back if you’re feelin’ some type of way.” Kevin encourages while Dante scratches at his head.

Kevin’s aware that something’s been on Dante’s mind. It’s been obvious although he’s good at hiding it but they were a team and each member always knew when something was up. Even if it was something minor, it was there.

“You might be right,” Dante rubs at his mouth in thought, “it could be just what we need.”

“Yup,” Kevin smirks as he holds his hand out for Dante to give him dap, “and you can thank me later.”

“Whatever man,” Dante chuckles before grinning but that is short lived as the sound of yelling and breaking glass is heard.

Both men jump to their feet, rushing into the dinning room and turning to their right. Mama Torres is on her knees in front of you, as you’re holding onto the back of your head crying. The side window in the kitchen is broken, some glass decorating the dark hardwood floor, which invited the crisp autumn air into the toasty home, the garbage can was knocked over on its side, and there appeared to be a strand of hair by your thighs.

“What the hell?” Kevin mutters before Dante springs into action.

Dante crouches beside the two women, glancing between both of them and his own mother appears to be shook herself. One hand touches his mother’s shoulder, while the other touches your knee.

“What’s going on? What happened?” He cross-examined both women but your eyes are clenched as more tears flood down your cheeks.

He turns to his mother, “Ma! What happened?!”

Her same hues meet Dante’s as she whispers from quivered lips, now holding onto the rosary around her neck, “Malvado.”

Which makes him glance back at Kevin who’s highly confused before Dante yanks you into his arms, tucking you underneath his chin, trying to ease your shaking.

Eventually Dante manages to get you up and through the dining room to the bathroom across from it. He gently closes the door behind him, getting you to sit on the toilet while leaving Kevin to talk to his mom.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay baby?” He kisses your cheek, rubbing soothing circles along your opposite jaw, “I’ll take care of you.”

He raised his hands to dig through your hair, to examine your scalp but you latch onto his wrist. Fearing that he’s hurt you, he stops his movements to peer down at your watery eyes.

“This isn’t home anymore, Dante.” You swallow the lump in your throat, “It never was.”

Dante didn’t want to believe that.

He knew you were first reluctant to take on this home, since you didn’t know much about this aunt in the first place. It was a huge question mark trying to figure out why she would leave it in your hands but everyone of your family members either told you to not question it and be thankful or that there were other family members that deserved it more. They could have it at this point! You’ve lived in apartments, condos, townhomes, and two-family homes before so to have a single family home underneath your belt was inspiring.

It was not written in stone that you had to keep it for forever but it was something to invest in. Little did you know that it would come at the biggest price.

Losing your sanity.

However there was so much that Dante couldn’t explain and he wished he could.

Dante wished he could make it better for you…no one can say he never tried.

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KEVIN ATWATER

co-worker at CPD’s intelligence unit/friend of Dante

“Can you tell us what you saw that Sunday you stopped by?”

Kevin deeply sighs, “I know that girl was hurt and everybody was freaked out. I know that Mama Torres told me what she saw since Dante and I were in the living room when it went down. Mama Torres said, y/n just came up from the lower level of the home where their gym and laundry room is at and was talking to her. Mama Torres was sideways facing the counter while y/n had her back to the side window.”

While he’s explaining, there’s pictures shown of the kitchen and a reenactment appears as Kevin gives details of the spooky occurrence that happened that day, “Mama Torres said it was something you would see out of those horror films. They were chatting and when she lifted her head to the right, the next thing she knows, y/n is being pulled back so hard that she was yanked off her feet. Her back hit the window but it wasn’t just her body that broke that window. It was some unseen force.”

PICTURES FROM DANTE’S PHONE ARE SHOWN NEXT: images of the broken window, specs of the glass are seen inside the kitchen and outside of the home in the backyard, along with the broken frame, the garbage can was turned on its side, a piece of y/n’s hair sat along the wall underneath the damaged window pointed outwards facing the kitchen, and a few drops of blood were also shown on the hardwood.

“A unseen force?” The producer asks, “How can that be? Are you sure Mrs. Torres wasnt also seeing things?”

Kevin lifts his shoulders, “see…we can keep saying that all we want but after a while that also stops making sense.”

ANOTHER SET OF PHOTOS UPLOADED FROM: Dante’s phone, shows photos of y/n after what took place in the kitchen that day. She’s seated on the toilet, the photo is shot from above showing the bald spot in her scalp along with the bleeding gash. The back of her neck and down towards her shoulder blade shows scrapes in her skin from the glass.

“Did Dante ever see anything?”

“Besides something hurting his girl? I’m sure he did but he never spoke on it. That’s something you’d probably have to ask his ma. All I know is that if they had to get away from that hell that was supposed to be their home? I wouldn’t blame them, not one bit. I just hope they’re alright and they’re far from North Ozanam Ave.”

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After what happened that afternoon, there were no objections about leaving the house behind for a while. If that happened during the day time, then you can only imagine what could have been going on at night. Dante was more in disbelief that he ignored the signs and although he still didn’t see many the actions take place, it was enough to just see the aftermath. The last thing he stared at long and hard (his arms full of duffle bags) was the mark on the wall at the end of the stairs.

His childhood home didn’t necessarily feel any safer, thanks to all the trauma his step-father played a part in but having both of his women under one household gave him some sort of peace. Dante was raised catholic and once he managed to get you to get some rest, he’s in the kitchen talking to his ma who’s got so much incense and sage burning that he feels a tickle in his throat.

“Ma!” Dante flinches once she whacks him for putting out her incense, “it’s getting to me.”

“Good.” She sasses, “whatever that was, I don’t want it latching onto you too.”

“What?” Dante turns his eyes into slits.

“You heard me. It’s connected, preying on her and I don’t want it leeching anymore. We go to church tonight and father will fix this.” The older woman decides.

Dante blinks, not knowing the last time he’s been to church. He had his faith, it’s been on his skin to guide him yet a part of him wonders if it’s all too late. “You don’t need to be out there with us so late.”

“Do you think I’m staying here by myself? No!” She dusted off her hands with a clap so loud it sounded like thunder, “you should have came to me sooner, we could have got a hold of this malvado. It will be work I’m sure but the most high has us all.” She pats his face before stepping back to grab the kettle to pour him some tea.

Being prayed over was not something you were used to but accepted. Your energy was low even with the lavender chamomile tea Mama Torres gave to you. The sleep in Dante’s room had you tossing and turning, covered in sweats but before you knew it, his kind face was a gift to see over these past weeks and you couldn’t help but to hold him and never let go.

You stood outside from the church in the night, while Mama Torres chatted with the father inside and Dante went around the corner to grab the car as the rain started to pelt down over you. Up your hood went as the wind started to pick up, rustling the trees and bringing a chill over your body.

The sound of constant pinging from your phone was heard, from friends checking in on you but you were tired of talking. However you still found yourself pulling your phone out, eyes searching through the rain as you looked out towards the trees. It seemed as if the harder you stared, the more you saw a figure perched between the leaves. With a shaky hand, you mess around with your phone to turn your flashlight on, pointed right at the tree across the street.

And what you saw the longer you kept your flashlight across the street, made you want to scream but no sound came from your lips as the figure seemed to jump down from the tree and onto the ground. Quickly looking from left to right with the flash still on, it felt as if it was moving too fast in a blur of black.

When Dante’s coming around the corner, he sees a hooded you running towards the trees. He looks to his right, seeing his mother standing in the doorway underneath the umbrella that the father is holding, both appearing confused as Dante puts his car in park on the side of the street.

“What did you see?” He yells over the rain.

“It lives in the trees. That’s its home.” The father announces, which makes Dante pull his weapon from his waistband.

He’s not sure what that means but all he knows is that you’ve run off and now he’s running after you.

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CATALINA TORRES

Mother of Dante Torres

The salt and peppered haired woman is seen with her hands clasped, peering down into her lap.

“In your perspective, Mrs. Torres, What do you believe happened to your son and his girlfriend after the night they ran off into the trees? And why did you hold off on this information when officer Atwater knew they were staying at your house?”

The woman lets out a long exhale with her eyes closed before they open and are watery underneath the lights, “Zechariah 11:2. That’s a verse from the Bible. It reads: ‘Wail, O cypress, for the cedar has fallen, for the glorious trees are ruined! Wail, oaks of Bashan, for the thick forest has been felled! Which means no power on this earth can go against God. We are all made from him, each seed he has planted blossoms into a tree. We can all crumble at his command. In simplest terms, he has the last say and that’s what exactly happened. I have faith that he saved my children from the evil.”

“So that’s enough for you? That god has your son?”

“It should be, yes. As long as y/n is no longer hurting then neither is my son.”

“But why lie to those who are also close to Dante? They went back to that house, searched for any clues…when you and father Paul saw them go into the trees?”

She shrugs, “we do not know if they returned or not. Everything that goes up, down, or in between still has the chance to still lurk around this earth if they so wish. Which is what haunted y/n and that house. It gives me comfort, having that image of them at their happiest in that home, slow dancing not long after Dante settled in. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for my son and perhaps the cypress also gave him that.”

Those in the studio were still clueless about this entire episode they were filming for this documentary series but this was part of their job, to share the unexplainable stories.

“Has Dante ever mentioned any of his own personal experiences with that house? Outside of what was going on with y/n?”

Catalina looks almost offended, “Sure he did! The nights when he would be home there by himself, he always saw and heard it. He installed one of those doorbell camera things after the first weird thing she saw and called him about. Dante saw what I believed she saw in those trees that night she was prayed over on camera. He would not show me out of the sake of my heart but I believed him. He’s never given me any reason not to believe in or of him.”

A series of black and white video footage is shown next. It’s night time and the automatic lights flick on as a blur appears by and then on the steps. The tree leaves announce their strange happenings and it continues on with each footage that is shown but within each different date but similar time, the blur takes shape.

It has pointed skinny and many teeth that flashes the camera, almost as if it’s smiling as it shows itself right in front of the door. That image is put on pause, showing the viewers that whatever it is wasn’t human at all.

“My son’s always been a protector since he was young,” Catalina continues, “Always saw what was wrong or right pretty quickly and acted. That often led him into trouble but when he loves so immensely—which he does—he’ll do just about anything to make sure you’re safe.”

“Which is why he ran into the woods after her. Do you have any idea why she ran towards the woods instead of away? And again, why not mention any of this to the intelligence unit?” Another producer interrogates.

Catalina sniffs while pulling out some tissue, “They’re each other’s home and you don’t go knocking where you’re not welcomed. I understand that while many of you don’t and that’s okay. I did not tell the intelligence unit any of that because I know how it sounds. It’s easier just to make me out as a loony to make sense of my son’s whereabouts but the truth is: this is their story and they’re the only ones that know how it ends.”

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“Don’t tell me you’re quitting on me!” Dante says, coming into the living room to see you balled up on the couch, ready to fall asleep, “The night is still young.”

You’ve been unpacking and arranging all day, so a nap was needed.

“Babe.” You stare at him blankly although you’re whining as he puts on some music and loudly too.

Dante mocks you, grabbing onto your hands to pull you from the couch but you hold your ground, which makes him raise his brows at you. “Baaaaabe,” he mocks as he pulls you up by the waist spinning you before setting you down on your feet, “just one dance and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Just like I leave you alone about having more color in your wardrobe?”

He rolls his eyes but can’t help but to laugh right afterwards, “exactly.”

You groan, pressing your chin against his chest as you stare at him with puppy dog eyes. All he does is press a kiss to your forehead, which brings a smile to your face.

“There’s that smile I love so much,” he whispers as you lean back to put your hand in his and rest the other against his bicep.

The dancing always starts off slow before picking up pace but the closeness of the slowness is Dante’s favorite part. He sways with you to the guitar, staring at you lovingly while Mama Torres leans in the archway of the dining room to watch in adoration.

His heartbeat is your favorite tune as you rest your tired head against his chest for a moment, staring out at the window behind the couch, “I hope those trees don’t get any bigger…might have to call someone to cut them down some especially when the bad weather kicks in.”

Dante follows your gaze but you can feel him shaking his head at you, “That mind of yours is always turning, huh? Just relax and look at all that we did already. That’s good enough for now, baby.”

“You’re right.” You sigh, pulling back as he twirls you underneath his arm, “Thanks for being here with me.”

Dante kisses your lips as soon as he brings you back into his chest, “No need to thank me. I love you and I want to be here.”

“I love you right back.” You wink just as the tempo of the music changes to upbeat.

You break out into some moves, chest bumping Dante who actually stumbles back in shock at what you were bringing out. You needed to dance any bad thought that tried to enter your mind and just live in the moment.

So you did as the both of you invited mama Torres onto the living room floor with you and the wide grin that spread over Dante’s face, let him know that his dance skills can never match up to you two but he tried anyway.

Across the street and through the trees, there’s glowing yellow eyes that awaken to watch the family of three in the brick house.

As soon as some headlights from a passing car shines towards the trees, a snarl can be heard from the creature in the night as they recoil into a blur back into the leaves.

HAVE YOU SEEN…?

DANTE TORRES

If you have any info contact: The Chicago Police Department — The Intelligence Unit.

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Continue with my October anthology prompts here.

[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.

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Writing Requests

requests are now: OPEN

ships/characters i’m writing for:

NANCY DREW:

nace julie drew noa hardy the drew crew fanson

THE ROOKIE:

chenford bradford-chen family

HARRY POTTER

next gen

CHICAGO PD

upstead

prompt list i use:

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nace appreciation week: here