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Love at First Meet

Pairing: Greg Gerwitz x reader

Summary: Y/N gets invited upstairs to help Intelligence with a case, and Jay introduces her to his best friend, who just might change her life

Requested: No

Warnings: slight swearing

Word Count: 1,203 Words

“Hey, Sarge, I need you to buzz me upstairs,” I tell my desk sergeant as she typed away at her computer.

Platt chuckled. “Nice try, L/N. If you think you’re going to sneak away from patrol again, you’re dead wrong.”

“Jay, er, Detective Halstead, asked me to help Intelligence with a case. Come on, Sergeant. Please,” I beg her. “All Maloney does on street patrol is park on an abandoned street and take a nap. For once, I’d like to catch a criminal, and this is my chance.”

“Sorry, L/N, but it’s a no go from me. I can’t trust you after the shenanigan you pulled last time,” Platt spoke. I sighed and kicked the front desk with the tip of my right foot. I wanted to be a cop so that I could catch bad guys and put them away, not so I could sleep an extra 4 or more hours a day. Just then, a man I had never seen before entered the lobby and headed towards the gate. He placed his hand on the palm scanner, and after a few seconds, the gate buzzed and the man pushed it open. That’s when an idea hit me, and it might get me in big trouble, but at the moment, I didn’t care.

“Hold the gate!” I shout to the stranger and sprint in his direction.

“L/N! Get back here!” Platt called after me. But she was too late, because as soon as I passed the gate, I shut it behind me and bounded up the stairs and into the empty bullpen.

“Let me guess,” the stranger said and appeared behind me. “You’re not allowed up here.”

“Technically, no. However, Detective Halstead asked for my help on a case, but Platt wouldn’t unlock the gate for me, so you were my way in. Thanks, by the way,” I murmur.

“No problem,” the man replied. That’s when Jay came from the direction of the interrogation room, and when he saw me, he smiled.

“Hey, Y/N. Was that you causing a ruckus in the lobby?” Jay asked.

“You know it,” I answer.

Jay laughed. “Well, I see you’ve met Mouse, our tech guy. Mouse, this is Y/N. She’s a patrol officer for the 21st district.”

“Nice to meet you,” Mouse greeted.

“Mouse?” I question. “Is that like a nickname or something?”

Mouse nodded. “I got it from being a Ranger. The name’s Greg Gerwitz.” At that moment, everything clicked.

“Oh,” I realize. “You’re Jay’s best friend. He’s told me so much about you.”

“Wait a minute. You’re Officer L/N. Jay always tells me about how much trouble you get into with Platt,” Mouse admitted.

“What can I say? I’ve got a knack for that sort of thing,” I confess.

“All right. So, Y/N, I need you to help Mouse listen into some phone calls for me. We’ve been trying to track our dealer, Trevor Jackson’s, next supply drop, and right now, we’ve got nothing,” Jay informed me.

“Sounds good to me. I’ll do anything to get away from Maloney,” I state.

“Maloney?” Mouse quizzed.

“I’ll tell you about him on the way downstairs to the tech room. I’ll talk to you later, Jay,” I say to my friend and begin to walk down the stairs with Mouse. “So anyways, Maloney is my patrol partner. He’s this older guy who’s just looking for a way to get money, so he volunteers to go out on patrol, but all he does is park the car and sleep. Anyways, this one time, Maloney was taking a nap, and a dude ran past us holding a gun, so I busted the window on my side of the car, climbed out, and chased after the guy. I gave him a pretty nasty bruise when I tackled him to the ground too.”

“No way. What happened after that?” Mouse asked as we got situated in our seats.

“I was punished for chasing after a criminal without my superior officer. So, nowadays, Maloney parks in the less crime-ridden neighborhoods on abandoned streets so that there’s no way I’ll break the rules again,” I explain.

“He sounds like an ass,” Mouse commented.

“Oh, believe me, he is,” I exclaim. Mouse laughed and pulled 2 beer bottles out from under the desk, handing me one. “Dude, we can’t drink. We’re on shift.”

“It’s one beer,” Mouse pointed out. “And I won’t tell if you won’t.”

I smiled and took the bottle. “I guess one beer couldn’t hurt.”

“So, you’re good friends with Jay then?” Mouse asked and took a sip of his beer.

I shrugged. “I wouldn’t say good friends. I’ve known him for like a year, but only because he works in the district. We haven’t done much work together either. I’ve been on like one call with him, and I saved his ass, so he owes me. So, from time to time, he invites me up to work with Intelligence.”

“I’m surprised Jay didn’t introduce us sooner. You seem really cool,” Mouse told me.

“You do too,” I agree and take a swig of beer.

.......................................

“Uh,” I groan and spin around in my chair. “Why hasn’t anything important come up?”

“It can take awhile,” Mouse informed me. “We could be here for hours.”

“This feels like patrol. I don’t know how you do this all day,” I say.

“Usually it’s painstakingly slow, but you’re here today, so it’s slightly more bearable,” Mouse responded.

“That’s probably the sweetest thing someone has said to me all week,” I confess. “Thanks.” Before Mouse could reply, another phone call popped up on our screen, and it was from an unknown number. Trevor was getting a call from a burner phone.

“Hello?” Trevor asked into the phone.

“Hey, Trev. I’ve got the weight. I’m ready to meet if you are,” the voice on the other end spoke.

“Yeah, okay. You tell me where and when, and I’ll be there,” Trevor answered.

“How about tonight, 7 o’clock at that abandoned warehouse on 42nd? That work for you?” the stranger questioned.

“Definitely. See you tonight,” Trevor said and hung up the phone.

“And bingo. We’ve got something. Lets go tell the rest of the team,” Mouse stated and stood up. After we told the team, and they intercepted the deal, my shift was over, meaning it was time to go home. I made my way down to the tech room, hoping to catch Mouse before he left, and thankfully, he was still there. “Hey. Nice work today,” Mouse noted.

“You too. I just came to say goodnight. I’ll see you later,” I murmur. I then turned around and went to leave the room, but something stopped me. “Actually,” I begin. “I uh, I know this may sound weird, seeing as we just met today, but would you maybe want to hang out sometime?”

“Like a date?” Mouse asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Yeah,” I decide. “Like a date.”

“Sounds fun. I’m in,” Mouse declared. 

“Cool. We’ll talk next shift. Have a good night, Greg,” I say.

“It’s Mouse,” Mouse pointed out with a grin.

“Not to me it isn’t. See you tomorrow Greg,” I call out as I walked out of the tech room.

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[somethinginthethunder]

Almost There (Paul McCartney x Reader) Part I

Summary: Miss Y/n L/n of New Orleans has been working day and night as a waitress to get her dream restaurant. Of course, being a ‘”little” woman of such a poor background, it’s been hard on her. People left and right telling her what she can and can’t do, but she’s still kept going year after year, believing that the harder she worked, the more her dreams would come true. But that may change once a charming young man comes to visit her warm little town.

AU: Princess and the Frog (Disney)

Word Count:  1323

Notes: UGH I LOVE PRINCESS AND THE FROG YOU GUYS DON’T EVEN KNOW-- But the reader is, obviously, Tiana, and Paul is Naveen. I didn’t explicitly mention that the reader was African American specifically, because I want everyone to see themselves in the reader’s shoes. I’d love to hear feedback/comments/reblogs/whatever, and I hope you enjoy, everyone! Please message me if you have any issues! I also did take an idea of making Y/n a cat. If the owner of the idea would like to message me about it so I could give you credit, that’d be great! Or if you’d like me to change it to them just being frogs, that’d be okay, too!

Part I: “Wishin’ Upon A Star”

The grand home was quiet all throughout, except for the excited squeals of Lucy as Mrs. L/n continued the story as she sewed on a piece of fabric to the sweet little girl’s dress. Lucy’s best friend, Y/n, sat beside her, her nose scrunched up as her mother told the story of the princess and her beloved frog prince.

“The beautiful, gorgeous princess leaned in...” the older woman said dramatically, pausing to fill in suspense.

“Oh, N/n, here comes my favorite part!” Lucy said quietly, leaning in as she waited for the last few words of the story’s sentence.

“...and kissed the slimy green frog!” Mrs. L/n finished, a grin on her face as she watched the two girls react in their own ways.

Lucy was ecstatic (even if she had heard the story a million times), clapping as she squealed in happiness.

On the other hand, Y/n gagged, sticking her tongue out as her mother chuckled, looking away from the worn-out book. She put her hands on her hips and said matter-of-factly, “There ain’t no way I’d kiss a frog! It’s got germs and slime and eugh!”

Lucy giggled, “I’d kiss a frog! I’d kiss thousands and thousands of frogs if it would mean I’d become a princess! Look at him on the cover, N/n, doesn’t he look handsome?” 

Y/n looked at the cover of the book. There was a picture of the kind-hearted princess and the handsome prince. Still, his good looks did not seem to sway her, as she still stubbornly said, “Still never gon’ kiss a frog!”

When the girl turned her head she saw Lucy put a green frog mask on her poor little kitten, holding him out to her.

“Oh, c’mon, N/n! Kiss him! Kiss him!” she laughed, chasing her friend around the room with the scared cat.

“Girls! Put him down, you might as well be giving him a heart attack!” Mrs. L/n scolded, taking the frog mask off of the scaredy cat.

At that moment, the door creaked open, revealing the tall figure of Mr. Edwards, a small smile on his features as he saw the two girls playing around.

“Good evening, M/n,” he greeted politely, great warmth and kindness radiating off of him.

“Evening, Lance.”

Lucy immediately dropped the dolls she was playing with and ran to her father, the man scooping her up in his arms as she cheered, “Daddy! Daddy! Oh- wait, Daddy, can I have a dress like that? Look at that dress!”

The blonde-haired girl pointed to the gorgeous pink dress the princess was wearing on the last page, her arm looped around the prince’s. 

Mr. Edwards clicked his tongue, setting his daughter down. “Now, Lucy, we’ve been over this. Missus L/n and Y/n are done with their hours for today, and you’ve already got a dress-”

Lucy, the spoiled but sweet little girl, frowned when she heard her father’s words. Her brows furrowed in disappointment as she gave her infamous puppy eyes.

“Oh, Daddy, please? Please?” she begged sadly, Mrs. L/n watching, amused as she gathered her things and helped her daughter put her coat on.

Mr. Edwards was silent for a moment before sighing, giving in. He put his hands into his pockets and looked to Mrs. L/n. “M/n, it wouldn’t be too much to ask for, would it?” he asked almost sheepishly.

“Oh, not at all. Especially to my most best customer,” M/n grinned, her head tilting to the collection of gorgeous dressed all in the back of the room, their glitter and sequins shining in the house’s light. “But it’ll have to be started tomorrow. Y/n and I have to get going now. Goodnight, everyone.”

“Of course, of course. Goodnight, M/n. And goodnight to you, too, Y/n,” he nodded, leaning down to shake hands with the young lady.

“Bye,” she said in response, grasping her mother’s arm with the one that was not already occupied.

As she left, she could hear the useless scolding of Mr. Edwards, and soon the barking of a puppy and the squeal of joy coming from her close friend. Inside of her, it felt as if a stone was placed inside her heart.

***

Y/n stirred the pot of gumbo, her eyes barely looking at the contents inside since she was so short (even with the aid of the stool below her). She felt the heavy footsteps of her father coming in, standing beside her.

“Mm, mm, mmm! Smells good! What’re you making, sweetheart?” he grinned, savoring the smell of the food from where he stood.

“Gumbo, Papa!” Y/n answered. “It’s all finished now. You can taste it!” 

Her papa took the spoon she handed to him, letting some of the gumbo fall into it. He was about to eat it, but looked at her, playfully skeptical.

“You sure this is finished?” he grinned, an eyebrow raised.

“Yep!” she answered, her hands on her hips proudly.

“Alright... weeeelllll, I’m about to taste... this... sou-”

“Wait!” the bright young girl said suddenly, getting down from the stool. 

She looked through the contents of the shelf before pulling out the familiar bottle of red hot sauce. She added a few drops of it into her pot before placing it back on the counter, mixing it up again before saying, “Alright! Now you can taste it!”

Her father chuckled before tasting her creating, his face not reacting one bit. He was silent for a moment, his eyes on the pot. This made little Y/n nervous, her smile fading.

“Do you... do you not like it?” she asked anxiously.

“Darling, this is,” he began shaking his head before a smile broke out on his face. “the most amazing gumbo I’ve ever had! What a talented little girl I’ve got here, yeah?”

“You just noticed?” M/n snorted as she read the paper, a grin on her face as well as she looked up to see her daughter and husband in a tight embrace.

“Well, she can’t just keep her gift in the kitchen, now can she? We gotta tell the whole neighborhood!” F/n cheered, getting oven mitts to help take out the pot, M/n getting up from her spot to get her bowls and spoons.

Minutes later, the neighborhood was gathered around the L/n house, everyone chatting as someone played an upbeat tune from their harmonica. Everything was perfect.

***

“That was some good gumbo, wasn’t it?” F/n said, his voice low as he tucked his little girl into bed.

“Top of the class,” M/n agreed, kissing Y/n on the forehead.

“When I’m done with work, Y/n, you and I are gonna open a restaurant, yeah? Serve everyone everyday, making all the people happy with your special gumbo. How does that sound?” he hums, brushing her h/c hair out of her face.

“Like a good idea. You promise, though?” she said.

“Promise what?”

“That it’ll be our restaurant...”

“Oh, of course,” F/n chuckled.

The little girl suddenly sat up, her eyes catching on a new star in the sky.

“Look, Papa, Mama! A wishing star! Lucy said that, if you wish on a star, that your dream will come true,” she whispered.

F/n could only smile at her wonder. “You can wish on that star, N/n, but remember that it can only take you half the way there. You gotta remember to never lose sight of what’s important, and remember to work for what you want, too, yeah?” he murmured.

“Yes, Papa,” she nodded.

With that, her parents gave her one last goodnight and exited the room. Secretly, though, she wished upon that star, her eyes closed, hopeful and true. She wished her Mama and Papa would have eternal happiness, and that someday, just maybe, they’d get their restaurant.

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Wow! First chapter! Hope you liked it so far. This is more of a filler, and the next parts will be better and more... exciting, I suppose.

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congratulations izabella !  deliberating on EURYDICE was really intense for us because we got two applications that were equally beautiful. what stood out for us was how much of an individual you made this character in a way that made us believe she is the tragic protagonist of her own story. your passionate advocation for that came through in every section in your application, and while it was a tough decision, we know we ultimately made the right one. we’re happy to welcome you with your first faceclaim choice: BENSU SORAL.

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ  OOC INFO.

Hi there! I’m Izabella, I’m 22 years old and I currently live in CST. I’m super excited to apply, especially since I’m such a fan of greek mythology. I’m also a gif maker in my free time for the rpc!

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ  DEITY  —  GENDER. AGE RANGE.

Eurydice, Female, (23-27)

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ MORTAL NAME. JOB/OCCUPATION. BOROUGH/NEIGHBORHOOD.

Adara Phillips, Cabaret Dancer & Waitress, Greenpoint

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ AESTHETICS.

i. The pale orange sky of a 5am morning ii. Flowers growing back as thorns iii. Ripped fishnets paired with boots iv.The lonely howl of wind through an empty apartment v. A single spark of hope vi. Smudged eyeliner vii. Standing in a crowd of strangers viii. Cracks on the ceiling ix. An old leather jacket, well worn x. The smell of hot coffee xi. Cherry lips, a smart mouth xii. A canary in a golden cage xiii. Guarded walls xiv. Winter snowfall on the city xv. The hazy lights of a club

☆ﾟ*・ PLAYLIST.

E U R Y D I C E; A playlist (listen here)

ft. H.E.R, Frank Ocean, Billie Eilish, & more

i.  Sweet, sweet fate I had about all that can take You’re my living in the breath that I make Is it yours? I wonder

ii.  Shower your affection, let it rain on me Don’t leave me on this white cliff Let it slide down to the, slide down to the sea

iii. Oh, Father tell me, do we get what we deserve? Whoa, we get what we deserve Way down we go

iv.  It’s seeming more and more Like all we ever do is see how far it bends Before it breaks in half and then We bend it back again

v.  I’d be the dreadful need in the devotee That made him turn around And I’d be the immediate forgiveness In Eurydice Imagine being loved by me!

vi.  But nothing is better sometimes Once we’ve both said our goodbyes Let’s just let it go

vii. And we were grown on the same round little blue dot Although the answers will take their time and the spinning won’t stop So could it be that the nightmare is upon us And heavy hearts can’t decide when they’ve had enough

viii. Two drifters off to see the world There’s such a crazy world to see We’re all chasin’ after all the same Chasing after our rainbow’s end

☆ﾟ*・ HOW WOULD YOU PLAY THEM?

( y o u t h )

Disillusionment. Adara is no stranger to the darkness the world has to offer, too many times has it plagued her path. Born into a poor family, each breathe was a struggle. There was never enough food on the table, never time for love to blossom when her parents were forced to work graveyard shifts. In a house that threatened to fall apart, Adara began to understand just who she could rely on: herself. Still, little inklings of childhood dreams would float into her mind. Was there a life out there waiting for her, warmth and yearning pushing her to try and find it. So she did- at the naive age of eighteen, she packed a bag of her belongings and disappeared into the world. The greyhound bus took her from her empty South Carolina town into the heart of New York City. For the first time in forever, she could taste a possibility on her tongue: the kind of future where she didn’t have to live day by day.

It wasn’t like that.

( n e w y o r k ‘ s l i g h t s)

She’d gone from place to place, landing in a rundown apartment that was far from being a home. The cracks on the ceilings mirrored that of the girl, each one growing more severe with every encounter. What money she had she hid under her mattress, the dollars beginning to dwindle under New York’s gaze. In an act of desperation, Adara found herself in an interview for a cabaret bar. The flier’s bold letters made a claim: be a star, shine like a dream. That was all she really wanted, a chance. So she took it head-on, promises coming back to tie a rope around her neck. Instead of a glimmering stage, she was tossed into the works as a waitress and dead beat dancer. The crowd was reminiscent of sharks in bloody waters- the disgusting comments made them high, all at the expense of Adara. And kindness? It was as prevalent as water in a drought.

Dreams withered away and the knife twisted in further.

( t h e h e a r t a c h e)

What little solace she had was in a neighbor. He’d introduced himself with a soft smile, eyes that shone like brilliant emeralds. It was hard not to lay all her hope into him, when every other hour spent was under the shadow of skyscrapers. Falling in love was something Adara had never done before, and it terrified her. We’ll run away from here, we’ll find something better. They were promises again, made under linen covers and the stars. Yet once she was ready to give herself away completely, heart in the palm of her hands, he left without a sound. No note, no word, nothing but the wind blowing through an empty apartment. It was a lesson learned- trust no one but yourself.

( t h e d e b t )

Money was what made the world around, and she never seemed to be able to get enough of it. Each dollar made was stuffed away, rent looming overhead, demanding to be paid. The first of the month would arrive with a fury, and Adara would struggle to make the payment. She’d fall short another hundred, and her debt would begin to rise. The threat of eviction notices began to pile up at her door, and she’d plead with the landlord to give her another chance… however the question remains, how many chances does she have left?

( e u r y d i c e & a d a r a )

What I wanted to do was have Adara’s life mirror that of Eurydice’s. I think that the original version is someone that was plagued in her own fate, a tragic hero that despite her hope, was taken apart by the world. She was known for being resilient and putting her faith in others, only to be betrayed. Such was the case when it came to Adara chasing her dreams and the man she was willing to fall in love with. I think a common thing between each character is their transition from innocent hopeful to a realist. Both approach life as a pragmatist, after understanding that in order to survive, they cannot hold onto things like hope… however being human, this is something that they desperately want in their life (despite not being willing to admit it). A sense of warmth, someone to hold. Adara, like Eurydice, carries the heavy burden of being alone and it’s an extremely tiring thing. They each trudge on because they have to, but if given a better option, both can be swayed into falling for a trap. For Eurydice, this is the encounter with Hades or even marrying Orpheus. For Adara, this was the lure of the big city and promise.

All of these factors determine how I would portray the character if given the chance, both Adara and her mythic counterpart: as someone whose weathered, someone who finds complications in giving away her heart too easy because of fear, someone who understands that the world can sometimes be a machine that takes people and spits them out… and someone who desperately wants this to not be true.

Personality traits

+ Resilient   +Independent  +Complex  +Fiery

+/- Cunning

-Desperate  -Unhappy  -Disenchanted   -Guarded

*please include both how’d you play their “mortal” version, as well as their original, unadulterated selves.

answer these questions: 1. are they more likely to stand with the pantheon or against it?  ( if you are choosing a god they may endeavor to dismantle it for whatever reason )

I think that Eurydice would potentially stand against the Pantheon, after all, she sees the gods and goddesses as beings who have everything. It’s their job to help take care of the mortals, but she herself has been left to the devices of the world. It gives her little to believe in, and if it’s beneficial to stand against the pantheon and serves her, then she would do it. 2. what is their stand on mortals?

Mortals are unkind. Mortals have been put through hell and back, Eurydice included. However if they can tap into their human nature, maybe just maybe, the world can begin to bloom again.

☆ﾟ*・ SAMPLE PARA (OPTIONAL)

A mosaic of pink and orange painted the sky, dawn falling on the city that never slept. For a moment, she could hold onto a sense of calm. No streetcar horns, no sound of the train rumbling past her apartment, no neighbors airing out their Saturday morning grievances. Peace. If only. It’d been another late-night shift at the bar, a job that left little to be desired considering the clientele. Come on sugar, how about you ditch the drinks? When she’d been younger, she always dreamed of becoming something great- one of those actors that shined under the spotlight. Maybe a dancer at the ballet. Unfortunately, life had cast aside dreams in favor of reality. There was no room for fantasies when she needed to survive. So, another grimy eight hour was another table set with dinner.

Cigarette extinguished into the ashtray, her eyes looked across the street at a familiar bedroom. The light was on, he was probably headed to work again. They’d met on the NQ train, each encounter furthering the blush that threatened to creep in her cheeks. But it was always the same. The minute life offered a warm bed and a hand to hold, a sense of doubt nudged her heart aside. There was no room for love, not for a woman who didn’t have the luxury of falling. Another person was a liability, and wouldn’t they only hurt her and disappoint her like the rest? Adara’s gaze lingered for a moment, the myriad of what-ifs swimming in her mind before she cast them aside. Life didn’t work that way. Life wasn’t kind.

☆ﾟ*・ ANYTHING ELSE?

here is adara’s muse tag