#reader x arnott

[dreamingnights]

I've just finished Line of Duty's second season and I must admit that Lindsay Denton's character fascinates me! She has it all: incredibly smart, cat lover, morally gray but willing to make criminals pay for their crimes. I don't understand the lack of content about her, so let's remedy it!

How about a somewhat inexperienced young cop who awakens a special tenderness in Lindsay after discovering that she also plays the piano? And is great at it🤩

Pd: this gif is gonna be the death of me!

[kino-rogers]

Chapter 3 is up now! Read it here!!

It’s basically a long ass interview but I had so much fun writing it, hope you guys like it! And I hope I have the characters down alright as well aha

[chicken-poncho]

Dot x Steve x Male! Reader Headcanons

God knows how but it just works

You met the boys while they were out at the pub after a late shift (Ted dragged the whole team there, put money behind the bar and left)

Steve caught your eye first, he was laughing loudly with Kate and some of the team

You thought he was just gorgeous and sent a drink his way via the bartender

You met Dot in the toilets, he was coming out and you were walking in

You kinda just bumped into each other and stood there looking at each other for a few seconds

It was so intense, Dot just stared into your eyes like he was about to eat you

Dot just grinned and pushed his way past you

You walked back into the pub and saw the two of them whispering to each other, you knew some sort of game was on

Walking over to the bar and they sidled up to you, one on either side

It soon turned out that they were actually together

They hadn't been together long mind, they'd started out looking for someone else and figured after seeing you they'd see if you were interested

You agreed, and the three of you left the pub and went down to a small cafe a few streets away to get to know each other better

It all kicked off from there

Dot, it turned out, was a prick with a (very small) heart of gold

Steve was the human embodiment of a golden retriever- fiercely loyal and dangerous when crossed

The two of them obviously worked together, but you soon were made aware of their fears about Hastings finding out and any consequential disciplinary action against them for seeing each other

They had to keep their own relationship underwraps- but they were happy to be open about you

After a few separate dates (the boys insisted on getting to know you on a one to one level*) they were happy enough to properly give it a go

*dot took you for a chinese, steve took you for an indian and you took the pair of them to a foodstand by your work which sold incredible pizzas and kerbabs

Steve had moved into Dots place before you had joined them so you pretty mich spent most of your time round theirs

They'd try not to spill too much about work (confidentiality and all that) but eventually they literally didn't care and would keep you posted on their cases

Dot was more closed off at first, but eventually he began to trust you more and open up

Steve tried to not overshare and tell you about things but he just couldn't help it

With Sam it had been very much 'she's in another department, mustn't talk about work' but then he'd get home and you and Dot would be sitting on the sofa and he'd be filling you in about any new findings and Steve just had to tell you about his day too!

You'd originally thought Dot was easily spooked- he'd check the locks, keep an eye out for certain cars and would be wary when you and/or Steve were out with him in public

One Friday evening, Steve had picked you up from work and the pair of you walked into the flat to see Dot looking stressed as hell and making a batch of chilli

Obviously you were confused but mainly concerned- Dot was usually so controlled in his emotions but you could feel the nervous energy radiating off him

Steve explained he 'just got like that sometimes' and jumped into the shower like nothing had happened- clearly Dot had at some point asked him to leave him be

You weren't having it

Softly approaching Dot and trying to make him explain whatever was bothering him

He promises to explain over dinner - hence the chilli

Once Steve was dressed and joined the pair of you at the table, Dot proceeded to slowly explain his ties and involvement to the OCG- how they had groomed him into the force, manipulated him into feeding them intel and how he was now effectively running the cutaway group

By the end of it, none of you were hungry and Dot was sobbing

He was so scared of losing you both over his involvement

You both assured him neither of you were going anywhere

Steve started asking questions, trying to figure out what the next steps were

Obviously you both had to keep him safe, but he could hardly step down from the OCG or you'd all be targets

You'd sat there, listening to Steve do his job and be a detective whilst you just sat, silently raging

Dot wasn't giving Steve much- he'd slowly stopped sobbing but his throat was horse from it so he resorted to just shrugging and shutting down any of the suggestions

'Mate, i can assure you I've already thought all options and there's not much of a chance of us getting out alive if i leave'

'but what about-'

eventually you cut in and told Steve to leave it

Getting up from your seat and wrapping Dot in a fierce hug from where he was still sat

He clung to you, softly whimpering and crying again about how scared he was and how he couldn't lose either of you

Steve started clearing the plates away, kissing Dots cheek softly as he walked past to bin the now very cold abandoned chili

Steve returned with a glass of water and tissues

You had to slightly peel Dot off your torso as Steve got him to drink the water

Steve concluded going to bed was probably the best thing right now- staying up talking about it and rehashing all the same ideas Dot had probably been had would do more harm than good

Seeing as Steve had already showered, he urged you and Dot to get cleaned up before bed

Dot was completely drained and you and Steve were scared shitless of leaving him on his own in his current state

Eventually- after Dot wouldn't physically let you go (he'd become very attached to your side) - it was decided between all of you that Dot was too exhausted to shower alone

You and Steve had to drag Dot into the bathroom and sit him on the toilet seat so you could undress him

Dot's lanky frame wasn't helpful, he was all limbs and his limbs were currently behaving like they were boneless

You managed to get him undressed and into the shower - Steve left to lock up the flat and get stuff sorted for his 10am shift the next day

Steve appeared at the door just as you were towel drying Dots hair while he sat on the toilet seat and brushed his teeth

The domesticity of it all- despite the obvious exhaustion from the evenings expose- hit Steve like a tonne of bricks

He really loved you both

Eventually the three of you ended up in bed, your hair still damp from the shower and Dot smelling faintly of Steve's bodywash as his had run out

Dot was in the middle of the three of you- Steve slept on his front and had to be up early anyway so you just clung to Dot and wrapped yourself in him

You were woken up the next morning by Steve kissing your head and whispering a quick goodbye as he walked out the bedroom

You sleepily admired Steves ass in his suit pants as he walked away until Dot groggily whispered 'somethings never get old'

The pair of you stayed in bed most of the day, eventually getting up mid afternoon and finding a note on the fridge from Steve saying he loved you both and he would get more milk on the way home

You let Dot use the last of the milk for his breakfast as a sorry about your trauma i really love you gesture

At some point, you had to do some work so you grabbed your computer and sat on the bed whilst Dot dosed off with his head on your legs

Steve got home later with a bag of Chinese Food and a bottle of wine

After a glass of wine, Dot declared he couldn't leave the OCG but he'd try and take a backseat and divert operations more away from AC-12 and Steve

You all relaxed after that and spent the rest of the night watching some shit film and pointing out the plot holes

That evening you had to leave the to go back to your flat as you had work on the Monday

Dot and Steve decided right there they had to ask you to move in

The flat felt weird when you weren't there- the boys obviously knew how to survive on their own (they'd been doing fine before they met you!) but it felt like something was missing

The next weekend you were over, they asked you and you accepted immediately

They helped you move all your stuff into boxes and then move it into their flat

Well, it was now your flat

The three of you consumating the move in

You woke up the next morning feeling sore and loved

Dot had been up for a while and when he walked into the bedroom to check on you both he could hear you and Steve laughing softly

He cracked open the door slightly and saw you and Steve all cuddled up, hair a mess and the duvet spread haphazardly across both your legs

Dot was, as he had been many times, struck by how much he loved you both and how much he was glad Hastings had put money behind the bar that one night

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my heart hurts, but what can i say?

its 12:22am as I'm posting this- big love to everyone and anyone who enjoyed this fic!

drop me a comment- I'd super appreciate it 😍

[cloudywithachanceofjam]

Steve Arnott - Smut Alphabet

Ok so I started this earlier but tumblr deleted from my drafts.  I know it’s an old trend but I had fun.

Basically I had a couple of requests for Steve smut, but wasn’t sure how to approach it since our boy is still suffering from series 4 and I haven’t done the research to cover that yet (if anyone has any advice please drop me a message/ask). So this is all pre-series 4.

Obviously, NSFW under the cut. Enjoy ;)

A = aftercare

He’s surprisingly sweet and cuddly, nothing like the grumpy man you first met. He has slept around enough to have learnt to be attentive, he almost seems to read your mind but always checks with you anyway. Tries his hardest not to fall asleep until you’re settled, bless him.

B= body part

He’s an arse guy. An arse and thighs guy. So you can imagine his delight when you wear tiny little pyjama shorts around the flat. It usually results in him hauling you off to bed, not that he needs much encouragement to do that anyway.

As for himself, he’s pleased with his shoulders. He likes the way you brush specks of imaginary fluff off of them when you greet him, he likes the way you run your hands over them as you kiss him, he likes the way you dig your nails into them when you’re underneath him. 

C= cum

He’s not messy. Usually uses condoms.

Unless you ask him not to, in that case he’s happy to help clean you up afterwards, especially if it means he gets to shower with you.

D= dirty secret

Steven Arnott has fucked you at work before, and Steven Arnott will fuck you at work again. AC-12 just has too many quiet little office rooms to enjoy.

Hastings nearly caught the pair of you last time, however.

E= experience

Lots. He is a known ladies man, after all. You were a little intimidated by his extensive experience at first, but he knows just how to make you comfortable.

In fact, he knows exactly what to do, and he does it very well.

F= favourite position

Steve adores variety, but he does have a few favourites.

First of all, he likes you on top. He’s obsessed with the way you look when you ride him, he can admire all of you, touch all of you at once. It’s intoxicating.

Then again, he loves doggy. He is an arse and thighs guy, after all.

He also had you up against the wall once, you bracing yourself with his shoulders, him gripping your thighs. It was exhausting, but he thinks about it often.

G= goofy

It depends. He seems to alternate between keeping things serious and being more than a little cheeky. Have you seen that grin?

Some nights he’ll huff out a laugh as he gets his feet tangled in his trousers, both of you messy and amused. Other nights he’s serious, intense, and entirely wrapped up in you.

H= hair

He’s neat. Keeps things tidy down there. Bit vain, really.

I= intimacy

At first, he struggled with it. Perfectly attentive, really passionate, but still just a bit distant. As you both got more comfortable with each other, he let you in, and you let him in too. He’s quite the hopeless romantic under all the arrogance, and he displays his adoration through every touch, every caress.

J= jack off

If you’re away from him, or if he’s working on a case at all hours, then he can’t help himself. It’s stress relief, especially if he imagines you whilst he does it.

Usually doesn’t feel the need, however, you’re almost always eager to help him out.

K= kink

He’s curious and willing to get busy with you in almost any way you desire.

But he knows you like his dirty talk, and he enjoys the way he can make you squirm with just his voice. Some of the filth he murmurs into your ear, in between pressing kisses to your neck, your jaw - it makes you flush scarlet just to recall it the next day. He loves knowing that you’re thinking about it.

He also likes leaving marks. Nothing too much, just several lovebites, wherever he can, thighs, collarbone etc. Seeing you come into the office wearing a turtleneck and being the only one who knows what you’re hiding just does it for him.

L= location

Anywhere.

No, seriously. He is a shameless bastard.

He’s told you that he’s not into voyeurism but you hardly believe him with some of the stunts he’s pulled.

AC-12 office, twice. His service vehicle. Every single acceptable location in your flat (kitchen counter, wall, the bath, the shower, the couch). Kate’s flat (you pair crashed there after a night out).

He does like being comfortable though, he has no aversion to the bed.

M= motivation

It doesn’t take much. 

If he sees you in anything that isn’t your usual office-wear (though he thinks you look great in that too), it gets him going. Whether that’s a formal floor-length dress for an event, or just some cute pyjamas, he doesn’t mind. Just seeing you confident, comfortable, and happy is so sexy.

Equally, if he catches you when you’re really focused on something, head deep into your work, he finds it a challenge not to bother you since you just look so intense and dedicated and oh no....

Also, he can’t help himself if you’re flirty with him at work, or if you get sassy mid-conversation, especially if it’s in front of other people. Kate has called him “hopeless” after witnessing such an incident before.

N= NO

Whilst he is more of a classic man, there’s not much he wouldn’t try. However, he draws the line at anything too dangerous. He always requires a very enthusiastic “yes” and a discussion (however awkward he can be in such conversations) before the pair of you try anything new.

He also doesn’t like being tied up/chained down, it brings up bad memories. He’ll do it to you if you ask, and even enjoy it, but it isn’t something he wants for himself.

Finally, he would never share, but that feeling is mutual.

O= oral

Loves to receive, but always, always returns the favour. And does so with enthusiasm. He’s sweet with you when you suck him off, fingers threaded into your hair, never rough with you. The coy looks you give him, the flush on your face, its a wonder he ever manages to last long.

P= pace

Once again, it depends. 

If he’s stressed from a case, he tends to be fast and rough, pounding into you hard as he murmurs filthy praise into your ear. Leaves you sore and a little bit dazed.

Other nights he’s slow, setting a languid pace. The sheer adoration with which he looks at you, the depth in those dark eyes, it’s enough to leave you breathless. And it does, frequently.

Q= quickie

Oh yes. He’d much rather take his time with you, but he will never decline a cheeky quick one. 

This is how the service vehicle incident happened, all you said was that you couldn't wait to fuck him later. It’s not your fault that he decided that later meant now.

Despite his dedication to his job, he doesn’t mind being five minutes late to work if he spent those five minutes in you.

R= risk

He already has so much risk in his job that he likes to keep you safe. He’s not adverse to being rough with you, but he knows his/your limits.

He likes risky locations, though, and takes absolute delight in having you wherever he can manage to.

S= stamina

When working on a hard case, he keeps things short and intense. It’ll still be raw and passionate, often dizzyingly so, but it won’t last hours and hours.

However, when times at AC-12 are easier, he can come home from work and give you a night that never seems to end. The way he’s able to go on and on and on is overwhelming. Taking you in every position you can think of, having you pressed up against the furniture in every room of the flat until you’re exhausted. And then treating you to a bath so the pair of you can recover, only for his hands to slide under the water...

T= toy

As said, he’s a classic man, but he’d be up for trying out any toys if you ask him nicely.

U= unfair

His wonderfully filthy dirty talk often expands into shameless teasing. If he knows that you’re already desperate for him, especially if he’s been teasing you gently all day, he’ll go the extra mile just to make you beg.

He’ll see what he can get away with if you end up visiting the office, a sweet compliment accompanied with a long, slow look up and down your body, a casual shoulder touch that lingers just a little too long, tucking a strand of your hair out of your face but tugging it gently first. 

He knows it drives you mad.

V= volume

Initially, he was reserved and distant, just. As the pair of you have gotten closer (and he’s sorted out some of his intimacy issues) he’s become far more vocal. Sometimes its hushed praise and dirty words, other times it is the most divine growls.

W= wild card

He likes having his neck and shoulders kissed. You only found this out when you decided to turn the tables on him constantly peppering your collar with kisses. He’s so sensitive, and so responsive to your touch when you suck at the hollow of his throat. 

He may be the more dominant one in the bedroom, but having you nibbling at his shoulder leaves him shaking.

X= X-ray

Steve Arnott is a short king.

(Guys, he’s 5′8″, that’s not even that short).

But height is absolutely no reliable indicator, clearly. Not far past average length, but definitely larger than average girth. Surprising.

Y= yearning

Horny. Just like... feral uni student levels of horny. How does this man function when he can barely keep it in his pants? 

He’s worked on his self-control, he is disciplined, but his sex drive is just... high. Thank god you’re around to help him out, huh?

Z= Zzz

Unpredictable. 

Either falls asleep immediately after making sure you’re alright and comfortable, all cuddled up to you.

Or stays up for hours talking, saying all the things he’d never say outside the bedroom, holding you so close that you can’t imagine him not being by your side.

He tries to stay awake, always eager for another round or just some time spent with you, but he’s usually exhausted.

[natacrat]

WHO THE FUCK IS STEVE

[whataloadofmalarkey]

OSCAR KILO (O.K.): steve arnott x oc

who here loves line of duty?

who loves our idiot son steve arnott?

who loves a slow burn romance?

who loves colleagues to friends to best friends to lovers fics?

exactly. we all do. so get reading!

just uploaded my latest chapter of this fic yesterday! thank you to everyone who has read and supported this work so far, I love you all so much!

warnings: some language, some descriptive detail of violence (as in the show) and a very, VERY slow burn

read here on ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25980916/chapters/63188119

or fanfiction.net:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13677602/1/Oscar-Kilo-OK

[hazinhoodies]

Dead Heat (H.O)

FireFighter!Harrison x Paramedic!Reader

A/N: so i saw someone ask for this pairing in @h-osterfield s asks so i wrote it.

Warnings: descriptions of injuries

Word Count: 3.4k (longest thing ive written as of now)

Late shifts weren’t too bad. The only calls were normally mundane things, well, mundane for a paramedic at least. The odd heart attack, seizure maybe, things that usually have an underlying medical cause already. Maybe it was anaphylactic shock or a paranoid couple whose newborn wouldn’t calm down. Of course, you can’t blame them for that, anyone would be scared if they didn’t know what was wrong with their two-month-old. For the most part, they were calls that didn’t even need an ambulance. Then there were the more exciting things, they weren’t necessarily good, it was never good when an ambulance gets called. Sometimes they have stories though, like the kid who snuck out to go see a cat, lost said cat, and then broke their arm when they fell off a fence while looking for the cat.

It’s the reason you became a paramedic, to help. Everyone has a story. a when you can’t save someone, their book is closed, no matter how many blank pages had yet to be filled. It hurt knowing that they never would. Some of them stick with you, no matter how much you didn’t want them too.

There was always the odd night shift where everything goes to shit. When the calls won’t stop. The sirens echo in your ears all night.

You sat at a table with the other paramedics, on your third round of poker for the night. Your cards are long forgotten, already folded. Luck wasn’t on your side, your two and seven mocking you of your third bad break of the night.

The alarm went off in the room, everyone immediately kicking into action, pulling their jackets off chairs and over their arms as they rush to the ambulances. You hop into the passenger side of your ambulance, Dylan Arnott already in the drivers' side as Rachel Wolff climbed into the back, slamming the car doors behind her. Arnott sped off, sirens blaring with the other ambulances following behind him. Your radio was going insane with information already.

You caught some of the information. The basic stuff at least. Skyscraper, fire, lot of damage. You took a deep breath to try and calm yourself down.

“Fire?” Rachel spoke from behind you, you nodded in response.

“Huge apparently. Had to evacuate the entire skyscraper” You chewed on the inside of your lip

“Well, in that case, I’m gonna take a wild guess and say its that huge tower of smoke that we’re headed towards” Rachel pointed out the windshield at the smoke that surrounded a tall mostly glass building. The black cloud swirled and billowed around it before thinning out past the roof only to be blown west by the wind. You could see the odd flame lick at the windows but for the most part, the rest of the fire was hidden by the city skyline.

You arrived on scene no more than a minute later, rushing out of the ambulance and pulling on a pair of gloves. You watch as Dylan and Rachal run over to the group of civilians standing off the property, checking if they're okay.

The commotion overwhelms you for a moment. The sirens fall silent in your ears but the lights still blare, blue and red and white flashing over and over and over again. You notice how the emergency service vehicles are gathered, PD and paramedics on one side of the main entrance and FD on the other. They blocked off the road for the most part, but two cop cars blocked it off further down the road. You’d done fire calls before but definitely nothing this big.

“Just gonna stand there or are you gonna help?” You hear over the sirens, your eyes meet familiar blue ones that start to approach you. “I know it’s a lot but you know what you're doing. It’s like every other call. Sure there's more going on but there's also more of us here too”

“Osterfield! What’s the holdup?” The fire chief yells from behind you.

“Nothing sir” Harrison pulls his respirator mask over his face and puts on his helmet as he starts to run into the building, you follow behind him momentarily.

“Thanks” You shout as you turn your attention to the person another firefighter had helped out of the building. You weren’t sure if he heard you but the nod you saw confirmed that he did. His partner ran up next to him before the two of them disappeared into the building

You were handing your fifth patient off to Dylan to handle when Harrison came out of the building, unconscious civilian in tow. You made eye contact with him again but this time you were the one that ran towards him.

“He was unconscious when I found him” Harrison spoke as you helped him lift the older man onto the gurney. “Twenty-ninth floor”

You nodded as you got to work, searching first on his wrists and neck for a medical tag, eventually finding one on his wrists for atrial fibrillation and a pacemaker.

“You doing alright?” You look up at Harrison for a moment as you attach oxygen to the man. You notice how he’d been gripping his left hand with his right and nod towards it. “Burn?”

“What? Oh yeah, it’s fine though. I should go back, Tom is still inside with some of the others” Harrison starts to turn away.

“Let me look at it” you say as you push the gurney away, handing him off to another paramedic. “Afib and a pacemaker, found unconscious”

“No Y/N I’m fine.” Harrison protests. You grab his right wrist, pulling him back.

“Harrison let me take a look. Please”

“Y/N there are still people inside. Firefighters and civilians. Tom is inside. And every second that I’m not in there is another second that I’m not helping put out the fire and doing my job” He was almost yelling. Your grip on his wrist loosens slightly as you sign.

“I’ll take a look after then. But don’t apply pressure. I know it hurts and you want to but if its second degree or worse then its probably leaking plasma, which will dry and act as a glue between your skin and the material of the glove. It probably isn’t third degree though if you can still feel your hand” You catch yourself rambling. “What I’m saying is be careful. Go save some lives” You let go of his wrist and he nods, immediately running off into the building again.

You became distracted again by the numerous people that various firefighters pulled out of the building. Some conscious and some not but the further it got into the night, the more of them were unconscious. Ambulances came and went, bringing people to the hospital with their families. As the group of civilians who had evacuated in the beginning got smaller, they started to worry more, when their respective family members were brought out, you couldn’t tell if they were relieved or more panicked. They aren’t dead at least.

It’d been at least two hours since you’d seen Harrison. Maybe three? You didn’t know. There was too much going on for you to bother checking. It wasn’t until Tom came out with one last civilian, letting the fire chief know that the building was entirely evacuated of civilians, that you even remembered that he was in the building.

Tom ran back in once again. Almost surely to help put out the fire. You looked up, there was less smoke than before, that was good. You would’ve thought that things were nearly finished up if it weren’t for the flames that suddenly burst out the windows on the thirty-third floor and the loud bang that ensued. The fire chief immediately radioed for another fire department. Your hand went to cover your mouth, hiding your gasp. Luckily, no one came down with the shattered glass.

You sat in the back of the ambulance, there wasn’t much you could do from the ground until one of the firefighters brought someone out for you. And in the twenty minutes, it’d been since the explosion, no one had. You weren't sure if the constant radio chatter was a comfort or if it worsened your fears

You’d known Harrison for a while now. You met during FD/EMS training, when you were partnered up, god, he sucked at keeping chest compressions in time. It was an attempt for the separate departments to get to know each other better so when a call actually came, you would know who you were working with and so that you’d learn to trust them and their decisions. As well as so the EMS wouldn’t resent the fire department as much when they took medical calls and solved the issue before medical even got there, but the higher-ups wouldn’t tell you that.

You’d been warned by girls from his station about his flirting. Told that he could be relentless sometimes. And sure it was annoying at first, but you started flirting back eventually. At first, it was just to gauge his reaction but turned to something more lighthearted. It’s been three years since then, and you two only continued to grow closer. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel something for the blond.

A hand on your back pulls you from your thoughts as Rachel hops up onto the ambulance as well.

“What’s on your mind?” She rubs your back soothingly. “Hero-boy?” Racheal uses her nickname for Harrison, one that she created three years ago, at the same training weekend, eliciting a laugh from you in return.

“You know he's not the only firefighter right? And people consider us heroes too” You turn your head to face her.

“No I know, but he sure as hell made you a lot more fun to be around on calls. So he’s my hero“ Rachal paused. “Even if he sucks at CPR. That boy couldn’t keep 100 beats per minute if life depended on it, and it does”

You can’t help but laugh and look up at the thirty-third floor again. The smoke had cleared away for the most part, no longer as thick, dense and dark as it had been before. It’d been another hour since the explosion, you hadn’t seen anyone come down, but there’d been radio communication pretty much non-stop. You heard the muffled voices over the chiefs radio for the billionth time that night.

“Fire’s out” The chief repeated, everyone on the ground erupted in either a cheer or a sigh of relief. It was nearly four in the morning now, your own pain and worry had finally caught up with you as the adrenaline had faded hours ago. You could see silhouettes approach the entrance of the building as a few of the firefighters came out and headed to the nearest ambulances. No Harrison.

Three more small waves of firefighters came, all varying in degrees of injury, and there was still no Harrison. Normally you would’ve waited for him before taking anyone else but with no sign of him, you signalled for one of the other firefighters to take a seat in your ambulance as you hopped down from it, ignoring the brief pain that shot up through your legs. You mindlessly ran through the procedure of giving her oxygen and checking for other injuries as you racked your brain, searching through your memory for any mention of Harrison's name over the radio in the past four hours. You thought you remembered something but you couldn’t be sure. Maybe you were imagining it, trying to justify it somehow.

You sent the firefighter away once she was all cleared. You couldn’t imagine how exhausted she was, running up and down stairs, taking people out of a burning building, in all that heavy gear-

A shout from the entrance grabs your attention, you and Rachel, who had also recently finished up with someone, ran towards the entrance where the shout had come from.

You spot a tired looking, beat up Harrison. Though he wasn’t nearly as bad as Tom, who Harrison supported, his arm wrapped around his back while Toms was thrown over Harrison's shoulder, gripping his shoulder so tight that his knuckles turned white.

The two stop in front of the few steps while you and Rachel sprinted up them. Rachel wrapped Toms empty arm around her shoulder while hers went around his back. You replaced Harrison, letting Tom rely on your shoulder for support.

“Are you alright? Can you walk?” You said, looking over at Harrison.

“Yeah, yeah should be fine to walk��� Harrison spoke as he removed his helmet.

“You know the drill. Oxygen and I’ll be over in a sec” You and Rachel slowly started to descend the steps, taking your time so that Tom could keep up. Rachel removed his helmet with her free hand and let it hang around her arm by the chin strap while she started to undo the respirator as you approached a free ambulance. You still kept some of your attention on Harrison though as he walked over to your ambulance, taking a seat and putting the mask over his nose and mouth.

“You good now?” You ask Rachel once the two of you had gotten Tom situated and given him oxygen.

“Yeah, I should be okay here. Go take care of him” Rachel nodded towards your ambulance.

You started to walk over to Harrison. You hadn’t noticed the dwindling number of paramedics until now. There were only three ambulances left and a fourth that was packing up, cleared to leave by the fire chief.

“Any other injuries I should know about?” You spoke once you had reached Harrison and started to pull on new latex gloves. He pulled the mask off his face for a moment to speak.

“Just my hand really” He put the mask back on and lifted up his left hand.

“You know I have to check anyways right?” He nodded “Are you going to take off your jacket or do you want me to” He took the mask off again.

“I’ve got to keep this mask on. Cause you know oxygen and stuff. Besides, have a pretty girl strip me? As if I’d say no” He put the mask back on and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

You rolled your eyes and started to undo the zipper.

Harrison pulled off the mask again. “You know-”

“Keep the mask on or take off your own damn jacket Osterfield” You cut him off with a laugh while gently pressing the mask back against his face.

“Sheesh” Harrison let out a laugh, muffled by the oxygen mask.

You finished unzipping the jacket and pushed it over his shoulders, he pulled out his left arm, then his right, holding the mask to his face with his left hand while his right was preoccupied. He was left in the dark blue Station 38 shirt while you looked over him for other injuries, none to be found much to your delight.

You check his breathing, slipping the stethoscope under the collar of his shirt. He pulled it down, allowing you better access to his chest as he winced at the sudden cold. A small smile flickered across your face in thanks before you looked away to the ground, listening closely as he breathed. You moved to the other side before he finished exhaling.

“Why do you guys always switch sides so fast?” He spoke. You pulled the stethoscope from your ears abruptly

“Harrison, do you know how loud that is to me? Put the mask back on” Harrison laughed and gave you an apologetic smile as he put the mask back on. You finished checking his breathing as well as his blood pressure, all of which were in pretty good condition considering he’d spent the last five hours in a burning building.

“Hand” You placed your hand palm up in front of him and waited for him to place his hand in yours. You started to pull the glove off slowly. “Tell me if it hurts okay?” He only nodded. You got off about an inch and a half before he winced, immediately halting your actions.

“No no. Keep going. It just scraped a sensitive part is all” He had barely removed the mask to speak so his voice came out muffled.

“Okay. If it starts to pull you have to tell me” He nodded. Luckily it didn't. You placed the glove next to his helmet and respirator. You inspected his hand, the back of it was covered in one large deep red mark that had smaller white patches inside of it, some of which had started to blister.

“I’m surprised they didn’t burst honestly. Also, it's going to hurt when I touch it. Letting you know right now.” You kept his hand in yours while you reached into your med bag and pulled out some supplies. You started to clean the burn carefully, getting rid of any plasma that was on the surface before applying the burn cream and wrapping it up. You tried to ignore his winces and grunts as you worked, it was difficult to see him in pain, his adrenaline clearly wearing off by now, but you continued to work anyways. You paused for a moment, still holding his now wrapped hand in your own.

“What’s on your mind darling?” Harrison spoke, switching his left hand with his right, and squeezing your hand gently while his left now held the mask to his face.

You looked up at him. For the first time that night, you truly took in his appearance. His blonde hair was dishevelled, certainly from the respirator and helmet, and it was coloured slightly grey from the smoke. He had ash on his face, you could see the ring around his nose and mouth from where he held the mask, and he just looked exhausted, bags under his eyes, slouched slightly.

“You’re good with that now by the way” You removed it from his face, gently pulling it away from him until he let go and you could hang it up.“It’s just” you sigh and shrug, squeezing his hand in return. “You run into fires for a living. You put yourself in danger to save others. Like that explosion up there? That’s terrifying to me”

“Yeah, it um” Harrison chuckled “it’s scary sometimes. But we aren’t the only ones who save lives. We just get them out and know the basics of first aid. But you know so much stuff Y/N. It blows my mind.” you can’t help but smile. “We're all a team though. I think we are a bloody good team at that” he accents the we, pulling on your hand gently. He was talking about the two of you specifically, not emergency services. 

“What happened with the explosion? Like what caused it?” You ask, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“I’m not entirely sure. Probably some compressed gas is all. I got lucky though. I was behind a wall and barely got hit, gear protected me. Tom was right at the front of the blast though” Harrison trailed off

“Hey. He’ll be alright” You squeezed his hand again, his attention remained on where Tom’s ambulance sat a few minutes ago, it had already rushed off to the hospital. There was another moment of silence between the two of you, both of you just taking in the other's presence.

“Do you want to go to the hospital?” You spoke up suddenly.

“Not really”

“I’m going to write you a prescription then” You releases his hand and hopped up into the back of the ambulance searching for the pad of paper in the ambulance.

“Wait you guys can do that?” Harrisons brow furrowed.

“Mhm. As of April” You hopped back down from the ambulance and wrote across the pad, signing it and handing it to him. “Fill it as soon as you can”

“What's it for? And why’d you ask if I wanted to go to the hospital?” He took the paper from you, looking at it.

“One is an antibiotic and the other is an ointment. That burn should take a week or two to heal up but then you should be okay. And because i could either prescribe you that or a doctor at the hospital could.” You had packed up the back of the ambulance and were ready to go now, Dylan had been sat in the drivers side for a while now, he’d helped the fire department with their cleanup which had finished about ten minutes ago, the rest of the damage to be cleaned up at another time, certainly not four in the morning.

“You know I didn’t want to go to the hospital but-” Harrison started.

“Oh please do not tell me that you want to go now”

“No. I don’t” Harrison let out a small laugh Not unless it includes going on a date with you and I don’t think it does so its not worth it” he looked down at his feet

You hopped down from your spot in the back of the ambulance, closing the doors behind you. You walked up to him, stopping about a foot away from him

“I’m off this weekend” And with that you kissed his cheek, and hopped into the passenger side of the ambulance, another page written in your story with hopes of more to be added still. Dylan drove off leaving Harrison to go with the only other firefighter who was left on the scene. Poor guy just wanted to go home.

Taglist: @notimeforthemessenger @starkravingparker

[brightbutnolongerbulletproofboys]

I feel like Jungkook and I could become really good friends over a shared love for (original) pizza Shapes.

[goldeagleprice]

Great Aussie Coin Hunt Underway

(Images courtesy Royal Australian Mint.)

The Great American Coin Hunt coincided with the April 21-28 National Coin Week. It was an event meant to encourage people to begin collecting coins. A virtual treasure trove of ‘older’ coins and bank notes were released back into circulation by both coin dealers and collectors. 

The plan may be different, but the Great Aussie Coin Hunt that ended Oct. 21 had the same mission—to encourage the non-collecting public to participate in the hobby.

One big difference from Australia’s American cousin program is that the Australian hunt was initiated and sponsored by Australia Post and the Royal Australian Mint. The coin series features a virtual A to Z of what was promoted as an “iconic reflection of Aussie life.” Part of the circulating commemorative dollar coin program was released every Monday through Oct. 21. The coin subjects offer an eclectic mix of innovative reverses while retaining Queen Elizabeth II on the obverse.

Unintentionally, the coins were introduced following the release of 46 million ‘new and improved’ Australia $50 bank notes on which a typographically misspelling of the word ‘responsibility’ appears within a micro-printed quote made by Edith Cowan, Australia’s first female member of Parliament. This misspelling caught the attention of the public.

Australia Post’s Nicole Sheffield said the commemorative dollar coins offer “the opportunity for wonderful conversations about quintessential Australian life,” adding, “It’s a great way for grandparents to connect with grandchildren, and for all of us to share our own experiences and memories with each other – both here and with friends and family overseas.”

Australia Assistant Treasurer and Minister for Housing Michael Sukkar said, “We are excited that The Great Aussie Coin Hunt has now officially launched, giving families and all Australians the opportunity to participate in a fun and educational nationwide coin hunt.”

While in the United States, the program involved the release of older coins and bank notes into circulation, the Australian coins are new releases that were only initially available by receiving them in change when making a purchase at Australia Post. The number of coins given in change per individual was limited.

When challenged by a Twitter user with the question, “What can you actually buy from Australia Post?” the postal service replied, “Need some new stationery? A phone charger? Some lollies? Maybe an airbed or a sewing machine? There is a surprising array of gifts and goodies at your local post office these days.”

The commemoratives also benefit some commercial enterprises. Among the coin subjects is Sanitarium-owned breakfast cereal Weet-Bix, and the Arnott’s Biscuit and Seventh Day Adventist Church-owned Iced VoVo biscuit.

The reverse subjects appearing on the coins are as follows. Collectors may have to admit the subjects are “different” from the usual commemoration of something or someone out of the past. Readers can view the online site, auspost.com.au/great-aussie-coin-hunt, for an explanation of what some of the names mean in American English language.

A Australia Post B boomerang C cricket (the sport) D didgeridoo E Esky F footy G G’day H Hills Hoist I Iced VoVo J jackaroo and jillaroo K kangaroo L lamington M meat pie N Neighbours (television show) O Outback P platypus Q quokka (a marsupial) R Royal Flying Doctor Service S Surf Life Saving T thongs (the shoes) U ute V Vegemite W Weet-Bix breakfast cereal X Xantippe (township name) Y yowie, Australia’s answer to Big Foot Z Zooper Dooper

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[dreamingnights]

DI Lindsay Denton x f!reader Headcanons part 1

Disclaimer: Character DI Denton belongs to Line of Duty.

Also DCC Mike Dryden doesn't exist in my universe. Oue favourite morally grey DI deserves real Love. This story happens before the events of Line of Duty's second season.

Warnings: none.

You are a young police officer assigned to 4th Street Station, where you start working under DI Lindsay Denton's command.

At the beginning your relationship is strictly professional. You think Lindsay is a good Detective Inspector and you admire her cunning, her determination and her genuine concern for the victims.

She treats you cordially and somewhat coldly. Thus, she seems to you a very reserved and mysterious person. Soon you start feeling anxious about making mistakes during the course of the investigations. You deeply want to prove your worth to her.

After some time, Lindsay tells you she wants to talk to you in private. At first you think she wants to blame you for some foolish mistake you've made, but you become surprised when she tells you to sit down, smiles slightly and starts talking with a very soft tone.

"Agent Y/L/N, you are young and still have a lot to learn. However, I would like to congratulate you on your immense work during these last few months. Without your collaboration it would not have been possible to advance so much in our investigations. I'd like to discuss your future career some day." After hearing these words you do not try to hide your enthusiasm.

One night you make a crucial discovery about a very important case. After calling Lindsay, she suggests you go to her place. When you arrive, you are surprised by the presence of a piano and an affectionate kitten that welcomes you with a purr.

You become closer. You're not exactly friends but somehow you're aware that Lindsay appreciates you even though she doesn't show it much.

Your suspicions are confirmed when you wake up in a hospital bed after being critically injured and see Lindsay quickly wipe away her tears when she sees you open your eyes. The nurse later tells you that your boss has spent the night next to you.

One afternoon, you and Lindsay talk about your future career while drinking coffee. She is convinced that you soon can become Detective Sargeant despite your insecurities. The conversation drags on and you end up having a glass of wine at her place. As you play a romantic Chopin piece on the piano, you notice the tenderness in Lindsay's gaze as it lands on your hands. When you say goodbye, you feel the electric tension between both of you. Lindsay looks at you deeply, she smiles slightly and she strokes you arm before closing the door.

During the following days, you notice a change in her attitude, which becomes colder and more distant. Although you are aware that you have feelings for her, you are convinced that you have not actively shown them. One afternoon she calls you and she notifies you that you have been transferred to another police station. "A place where you can develop your career."

You can't be more confused. Have you done something wrong? Did you exceed any limit?

You can't stand the idea of not working with Lindsay anymore and you decide to go to her place and tell her the truth. "Haven't you noticed? I don't eat, I don't sleep, I think about you all day! I understand that you don't reciprocate my feelings so you don't want me around anymore, but at least let's be honest!" You yell at her as your eyes fill with tears.

Lindsay tries to appear confused. The truth is that she has also developed intense feelings for you but her sense of duty prevents her from going any further.

Also, deep down she believes that she doesn't deserve to be loved and that you should be with someone much better than her. Despite this, your declaration of sincere love breaks her shell and she decides to take a risk. A hug, a caress and a kiss seal your future forbidden relationship.

[dreamingnights]

Attention: Spoilers! Line of Duty's third season ‼️

Although I loved the resolution of the Caddy's plot (the final scene was amazing), I am very saddened and disappointed by the death of Lindsay Denton...

On the one hand, perhaps it is a good ending for the character because she has shown us that she has been capable of fulfilling her duty as a police officer despite being at death's door. Yes, she took a bribe to kill a mobster and she was manipulative and cunning. However, I think she deserved a second chance to redeem herself...

And reading that no one came to her funeral broke my heart.😓😓😭

(In my fantasy world Lindsay has been able to become a Detective Inspector again and we live in a new house with another adorable kitty)

I repeat, why do all my favorite characters end up dying??? I hope Kate won't be the next one!

[chicken-poncho]

the idea of writing headcanons for a male reader being in a poly relationship w both dot and steve from LOD won't leave my head ffs

[cloudywithachanceofjam]

Ports in a Storm

SO I finally got round to writing some Steve Arnott fanfiction!

Here is the very first chapter of Ports in a Storm!

It’s a Steve x OFC fic, so check it out if you’re in the need for some Steve.

[whataloadofmalarkey]

ok. it is happening. I am writing a Steve Arnott x OC fic.

the outline plan alone is currently 30K+ so please prepare yourselves for looooong, slooooow burn goodness (hopefully).

not expecting anyone to read it but this fandom is dry as hell and I am here to quench our thirsts.

so drop me a message or reblog/like/comment to be added to a taglist for when and where I am dropping it!

[whataloadofmalarkey]

calling all line of duty fans! I want to write a steve arnott x oc fic because this fandom is DRY of them. are there any scenes or headcanons you would like to see?

[whataloadofmalarkey]

OSCAR KILO (Steve Arnott/Original Female Character) - BBC Line of Duty - MASTERPOST

Chapter One: AO3 / FF.net

Chapter Two:  AO3 / FF.net

Chapter Three:  AO3 / FF.net

Chapter Four:  AO3 / FF.net

Chapter Five:  AO3 / FF.net

Chapter Six:  AO3 / FF.net

Chapter Seven:  AO3 / FF.net

Chapter Eight:  AO3 / FF.net

Chapter Nine:  AO3 / FF.net

Chapter Ten:  AO3 / FF.net

Chapter Eleven:  AO3 / FF.net

Chapter Twelve:  AO3 / FF.net

Chapter Thirteen:  AO3 / FF.net

Chapter Fourteen:  AO3 / FF.net

Chapter Fifteen:  AO3 / FF.net

Chapter Sixteen:  AO3 / FF.net

Chapter Seventeen:  AO3 / FF.net