Em

she/her born in 99

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I've been working on a wolfstar daughter fic for a while but I'm struggling to decide whether to make it a reader or an OC fic. The thing is that I kinda have an OC already... BUT I could still make it as reader if I didn't include details about her appearance and all the headcannons I already have about her.

What bothers me is that I want to do both, but I'll have to choose... UGH!

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Pathetic Bloke - D.M. x Fem!Reader

Draco reminisces about the first kiss with the girl he dreamed of, but could never truly have.

wc: 1318. third person, no use of y/n. reader's house and blood status is not specified, but it’s implied she’s either a half-blood or a muggleborn who’s not in slytherin.

Draco stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He's been in that same position for half an hour, trying to find traces of himself in that reflection. 

There was no explanation for any of it. He tried so hard to make excuses, to mask that feeling just like he masked everything else. But this was different.

The more he stared at himself, the less he understood. He felt humiliated, ashamed. How could he let it get to that point? He should have ended it before it even started.

The memory was so fresh in the front of his mind that he could see his cheeks flush involuntarily. 

“Malfoy.” 

He turned around, wand raised in her direction. 

“You, again?” he lowered his wand, faking annoyance to hide the fact that her presence had caught him off guard.

“You, again?” she echoed it. “You're the one suspiciously walking around the castle alone after dark.” 

Draco noticed she had pocketed her wand in her robes, so he did the same. 

“Suspiciously? Have you run out of things to do in your rounds? Go and find a first year to terrorize.” 

“Am I terrorizing you, Draco? How sweet,” she said ironically. 

Draco opened his mouth to reply until his eyes locked with hers. It wasn’t the first or the second or even the third time he stared at her eyes. He always turned his stare away instantly, desperate to hide the weakness in his eyes. 

Weak. That was how he felt every time his thoughts navigated towards her. Unconsciously, with no apparent reason. Her presence bothered him. Not only here, during the prefect rounds, but everywhere. During classes, meals, meetings, and trips to Hogsmeade. Even during Quidditch Games, where so many things happened at once, his mind still found a way to put her at the front of his thoughts. His eyes would find her in the crowd, cheering loudly, but never for him. Of course not. Some nights after a game, he found himself thinking about her before falling asleep, imagining her celebrating with him. Or comforting him, if he had lost. Every time his mind betrayed him with thoughts of her and his body reacted accordingly, he felt utterly and deeply weak. And he knew she could see it in his eyes. 

She was speaking now, telling him he was pathetic. Laughing at him.

He hated her. His body started to react, like it always did when she was around. When she spoke, when she breathed, when she existed too close to him.

In anger, he reached for his wand. She did the same, her hand flying to her own wand. 

And then… she was down.

“God! What the- PEEVES!” she shouted. Ink. That's all there was. All over her back, soaking her robes. She had stumbled from the force of how it hit her back.

Peeves passed through them in a flash, aiming ink pellets at them with a peashooter. Draco ducked out just in time to avoid being hit in the eye, ink staining the wall behind him. 

Swear words flew out of her and Draco's mouths as the poltergeist continued the attack on them. They ran in the opposite direction, robes flying behind their backs. When they turned to another corridor, Peeves didn't follow, apparently satisfied with his results.

Draco rested his back on the cold wall, assessing the damage on himself while she did the same beside him, staring at her own robes. When Draco looked up to meet her face again, he froze. 

She was too close. Too close. He could count the little moles on her neck and feel the scent of her perfume. Her eye color never seemed so clear to him until that moment, when they were shining at him from such a small distance.

She stared back at him, watching him intently, as if trying to understand the look in his eyes. But she couldn't, Draco thought, despite the brilliant mind he knew her to have. She couldn't understand how he felt. 

The corridor was deserted, and the only sound was the fire burning in the torches. Draco was thankful no one was there to witness his weakness being displayed so openly. 

They kept studying each other's faces. Draco watched as her eyes followed from his hair down to his eyebrows, meeting his eyes again. He wanted to smile, satisfied to have her eyes on him like that. But before he could feel smug about it, his eyes found what he was trying so hard to avoid. Her lips. The shape seemed so inviting, as if begging him for attention. His mind replayed thoughts he's hidden for so long. Nights when he pictured her lips on his, imagining the taste.

Then, she did a dangerous thing. Her lips parted, probably to try to say something to break whatever that moment was. But no words came out of her mouth, because Draco gave up on hiding what he wanted.

His lips found hers desperately, a gasp leaving them both with the contact. A long press of lips followed before Draco stepped back. His breathing was irregular, his heart hammering. 

She was watching him in what Draco could only think was horror, her eyes wide and her expression confused. He was again frozen in place, his lips tingling to feel hers again. The peck did nothing but madden him. He needs more. So much more.

He stepped back close to her, and her hand instantly rested over his chest. He was sure she could feel his ragged breath and his erratic heartbeat. He watched her own chest now, going up and down just like his. Her touch only made things worse. He laid his hand over hers, keeping it there. She could touch him all she wanted, everywhere she wanted. But did she? Want him? 

He looked for it in her expression, her eyes, the way her body reacted. It could be shock or even fear, the way she was fighting to breathe more slowly. As if to answer all his questions, her other hand touched the nape of his neck. Draco shuddered at the touch, feeling her nails scratch slightly at his skin. He fought the urge to roll his eyes back at the sensation, his body once again scaring him with such reactions. But he wasn't imagining her touch this time, it was real. 

“So all this time, that's what it was?” she said in a murmur, looking between his eyes and his lips. 

Draco didn't answer because that was all the confirmation he needed. He kissed her again, now determined to make it last, to taste her properly. Their joined hands fell from his chest, and he held her by the waist at the same time her arms encircled his neck.

His brain was foggy, occupied by the taste of her lips, the smell of her perfume invading his nostrils as their bodies pressed closer. Their mouths fit perfectly, quickly finding a rhythm together. She was the one to shudder when Draco grazed his tongue over her lower lip softly, an invitation she accepted without a second thought. 

As their tongues met, any scrap of restraint left disappeared. Their grip on each other tightened, hands caressing and moving over any parts they could reach. 

The memory dissipated, and he was staring at himself again. 

The mirror showed him the signs of his weakness once again, all the involuntary reactions he tried so hard to hide. As he replayed the memory in his head, the feeling of her touch hit him like a bludger.

Draco stared at himself in the mirror, a scoff leaving his mouth as he noticed. His eyes were watering. He was… no, not really. Was he crying? 

Her voice rang in his ears, calling him pathetic over her laughs. He couldn't deny it now, watching a tear slip over his cheek.

What a pathetic bloke he was. 

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Cute

@wolfstarmicrofic - 579 words - wolfstar girl dads

“Dad, are you sure this is all really necessary?” 

Honeydukes was as full as expected three days before Valentine's Day. The shelves were loaded with hundreds of heart-shaped sweets, from blowing gum that filled a room with hearts that didn’t pop for a week to chocolate bars that serenaded whoever took a bite. Sirius was holding about ten different types of chocolate, trying to balance the bigger boxes on one hand while reaching for a dark chocolate bar on a pile next to the door. 

“Help me with these, will you?” he gave her all the chocolate frogs and the chocolate cauldrons and started to pile the chocolate bars on top of the other boxes he was holding. “To answer your question, all of this is absolutely necessary.” 

“Why did you get so many chocolate frogs? Does Papa have any collection I’m unaware of?”

“What? This isn’t too many, it’s exactly the right amount.”

The thirteen-year-old stared at him, trying to decide whether to tease him or to get worried about the number of things he was buying. 

Valentine's Day has always been an important date for Sirius and Remus. When she was four, a year after the adoption, Sirius showed her all the gifts he and Remus had given each other over the years, since they had started dating at Hogwarts. Back then, she thought everything was so beautiful and red. She wasn't old enough to understand what it meant, the fact that they were together for that long and still enjoyed giving each other gifts on Valentine's Day. Now, all she could think about was how utterly cute they both were, and still are.

The door announced someone’s arrival and they both looked up to see Remus, who was carrying a small package from Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop. 

“Surprise!?” Sirius smiled sheepishly as he made eye contact with his husband.

“Sirius? What's all that for?” Remus asked. 

Before Sirius can answer, Remus notices the cauldron cakes and chocolate frogs and his eyes instantly soften. Memories of him and Sirius at the Gryffindor common room cross his mind. Sirius made it his life mission to bring Remus chocolate every day after a meal. They used to sit by one of the dark windows, talking about anything and everything while Remus savoured the chocolate.

“I was going to ask them to prepare a basket for you,” Sirius said.

“Probably a heart-shaped one, just like everything else in here today,” she murmured, sounding more annoyed than she intended.

Remus laughed at her lack of patience. He shared a look with Sirius that said ‘thank Merlin she’s still in her dating is gross phase’.

“Well, I would still very much appreciate the basket,” Remus smiled and helped them carry the chocolates to the counter, where Mrs Flume arranged all into a beautiful wooden basket (which surprisingly wasn't heart-shaped).

By the time they left the store, the three of them were thirsty and decided to have a drink at Three Broomsticks. During the short walk there, Remus stole a small kiss from Sirius’ lips, “Thank you for the chocolate, I love you.”

Sirius, in response, smiled so big that anyone could count every tooth in his mouth. 

“Can you two stop the cuteness for a second?”

“If we’re embarrassing our daughter, then I believe we did something right,” Sirius said, leaving Remus' side and hugging their daughter close to his chest.

Remus chuckled as he watched them both, “We love you too, sweetheart.”

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Hello everyone! It's been a while since I came here. I'm probably the most inconsistent person in the world when it comes to writing. This account is the most consistent I've ever been, and I miss it a lot.

I still love one chicago and the walking dead (what I wrote for here) but I'm not that active on the fandoms anymore.

Currently I'm deep into the Marauders/HP fandom, so who knows? Maybe my inconsistent ass will post something.

Anyway, I hope everyone is well. ♡

Love, Em

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Chicago P.D's Men as Your Older Brother

Wordcount: 1547. 230-290 each.

Reader's age and gender are not specified. The timelines may give a hint about the age differences, though. 

Kevin Atwater

Raising 3 siblings was definitely not in Kevin's life plan. He has always been a good brother, but there's a huge difference between a brother and a father. Despite his insecurities, he did a good job. Kevin raised you, Vinessa, and Jordan with all the love in the world. Food, clothes, toys, birthday parties, doctor appointments, school work, he did it all. And he would do it again and again if it meant seeing you and your siblings growing up happy and healthy. When your father came back from prison, it took a toll on all of you. While Kevin tried to deal with his own unresolved feelings about your dad, you had a weird feeling growing in your chest.

“Who is this man? He is not my father, at least I don't feel like he is,” you told Kevin one afternoon after he mentioned your father wanted to meet. Kevin and Vinessa agreed with you, not really knowing how to feel towards the man.

“You raised us, Kev,” you said, looking into his eyes. “We never called you dad because you've always been Kev, our big brother. But you've been a dad to us all along.”

Later that night, you all got to an agreement: to give your father a chance. But he would never be number one. Ever. Kevin is and always going to be number one in your hearts.

Jay Halstead

It's no surprise to anyone that being a Halstead comes with a package: a talent for trouble and two very, extremely, unnecessarily protective older brothers. Jay and Will made sure everyone knew not to mess with you or things would get ugly really fast. Kids at school knew you had a cop and a doctor as your brothers, and you knew that was the reason no one ever laid a finger on you. This whole protective thing goes both ways, though. Jay will never forget the day you got home from a party with a busted lip. The reason? Apparently, to defend him.

“What?” the look of disbelief on his face was priceless. If this wasn't a serious conversation, you would be laughing your ass off. “Defending me? What do you mean?”

“We were talking, and suddenly the conversation shifted to police. This guy started shit-talking that all cops were dirty and did nothing for the city. Never in a million years could I stand there and say nothing!” you said in exasperation. “I told them how my brother saves lives every day and how much you and your team sacrifice for this city.”

Jay just stood there. His fingers came to rest on the bridge of his nose. Damn, he couldn't say he wasn't proud, but at the same time…

“Kid, that's nice and all, but would you mind not getting into fights on my behalf ever again? Jesus!”

Antonio Dawson

The Dawson siblings… your parents had no idea they would have to deal with 3 souls that feared absolutely nothing. Being the youngest definitely helped you feel even bolder. Having Antonio and Gabby protect you from everything and everyone made you feel like the safest person on earth. Growing up is never easy, but being a Dawson prepared you for a lot. With Gabby being in CFD and Antonio in CPD, your parents wondered if you would follow your sibling's footsteps. When the moment came to choose your profession, they were worried that would be the case. You, however, have no idea where your passion lies.

“You don't have to be so worried about this, kid,” Antonio said from his spot on the couch.

“How can I not, Tonio?”

“Come here, sit down,” he said, patting the spot beside him. You went and sat beside him. “It's perfectly normal to feel lost about all this. It's not an easy decision. “

“It was easy for you and Gabby. You always knew what you wanted to do.”

“That means nothing. Do you think we never had doubts? That we didn't struggle?” Antonio held your face in his hands. “You have our support. Always. It doesn't matter what you choose to do.”

“He's right,” Gabby said, having arrived in the room just now. “We love you, and we're going to help you find your way.”

Hank Voight

Losing a parent is something that can change someone’s entire life. You and Hank had to deal with the loss of your dad when you were both too young to even understand why he died. You and Hank were really different, but you both shared the wish to become police. To protect the city like your father did. Being the oldest, Hank became a mentor to you. He was there for you in every step of your career, being your biggest supporter. Being police somehow strengthened your bond and you guys grew closer as the years went by. You could be yourself without any fear with him, and he felt the same. When your brother lost the love of his life, his wife Camille, you were the only person he would open up to.

“I don’t know what to do,” Hank stared at you for the first time that evening. He’s been avoiding you since the funeral that morning. You knew he was scared to pour out his emotions, afraid he wouldn’t be able to keep going if he let himself feel all that pain.

“I’m here, Hank,” you held his hands that rested on the table.

“Do you remember how you felt when dad died?” Hank asked you.

“What? No… We were so young.”

“Exactly. I don’t remember hurting his much, you know?”

You felt your eyes fill with tears at his words. You got up and embraced him in a hug, hoping to pass him some comfort. “We’re going to be okay, brother. I got you.”

Adam Ruzek

As surprising as it may sound, having an older brother who never leaves you alone and is devoted to annoy you is not that bad. You were a really introverted kid, and for years Adam was your only friend. You were still a baby when your parents divorced. This made things even more complicated between them, but Adam has always been there for you. He held your hand when you walked for the first time. He taught you how to ride a bike and how to play football. Your dad always watched you two with fondness in his eyes. The three of you were pretty close. Bob was not perfect, but he tried his best. He knew that Adam felt like he had to protect you from everything, but sometimes that went too far.

“Adam, for the last time, tell me where the hell are they!” Bob was starting to lose his patience.

“Dad, I told you I don’t know.”

“You’re 20, for god's sake! You should stop covering for them.”

Adam choose to stay silent this time. They’ve been at it for 30 minutes now, and he already used all his excuses.

“Fine, you want me to go to the police station? I can find them and cause a scene, sending police cars to wherever they are!”

Adam’s eyes widened at this, he knew it was a lost battle now. He told your dad about the party you went to, already feeling sorry for all the scolding you’d get the next days. Later that night, Adam apologized for not being able to hold your dad longer.

You looked at him with a big smile on your face, “It’s okay, Adam. Do you wanna know how my date went?”

Dante Torres

Life could be hard. Too damn hard. You and Dante knew that very well. From a young age, both of you had to learn how to survive in a world where kids like you two were constantly thrown under the bus. Being a foreigner in the US was hard enough, but also being poor and living with an abusive stepfather made things worse. Dante had to grow up faster than usual. He had to become someone that you and your mother could rely on, even though he was way too young for any of this. Juvie. Gangs. You never lost hope that Dante would leave that life, find a good job, and be happy. The day he got into the academy was one of the happiest days of your life. Seeing him later in Intelligence made you so damn proud.

“I can't believe they're giving you a permanent spot!” you were jumping into his arms before he could cross the threshold.

“You saw my message?” Dante said with a smile, hugging you back.

“Of course I did! You got the job, I'm so proud of you!”

“Where's mom?” Dante asked, stepping back from the hug and closing the door. You could tell he was a little overwhelmed with the news himself.

“She will be back soon. We have a surprise for you,” you said nonchalantly.

“What? You guys didn't have to give me anything.”

“Don't worry, bald head,” you used the nickname he hated so much. “We want to treat you, for everything you did for us.”

You approached him again and held his hand, “We love you, and we're so proud.”

“I love you guys too.” Dante smiled down at you. “But never call me bald head again.”

“Okay, bald head.”

Please accept this post as my apology for being MIA… I had this idea the other day so I decided to write it.

I’m aware that Adam has a sister that was mentioned in the show, but I don’t remember much about her, so that’s why she wasn’t mentioned. The same goes for his mother. For the others, I tried to include their parents and siblings as much as I could.

Chapter 4 of Upstead Foster Daughter is half written because I want it to be longer than the others, but inspiration hasn't hit me in a while.

Thank you again for all the love on my fics. It means a lot to me seeing all the likes and reblogs ♡

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𝗦𝗘𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

ATTACK ON TITAN:

Onyankopon

Birthday Wishes — @pynkfairyheart ༝༚༝༚

Smart Mouth — @dilfl0v3rss ༝༚༝༚

Ony x Social Outcast!Reader — @bladebarbie ༝༚༝༚

FOOTBALL:

Jude Bellingham

Pretending — @latin5mamii ༝༚༝༚

Don’t Touch Me — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Every Night — ^ ༝༚༝༚

The Boy is Mine — @lettersofgold ༝༚༝༚

Shea Butter — @kairawrites ༝༚༝༚

Hey There, Delilah⎢ Part 4⎢ Part 5⎢ Part 6 — @emjayewrites ༝༚༝༚

Make Believe — @starlitmelanin ༝༚༝༚

Velcro — @henneseyhoe ༝༚༝༚

FORMULA ONE:

Charles Leclerc

The Prettiest Girl— @delewlew ༝༚༝༚

Can You Watch My Boyfriend For Me — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Lewis Hamilton

Brown Sugar — @saturnville ༝༚༝༚

It’s Sir to You — @bbreezyxoxo ༝༚༝༚

The Darker the Berry, The Sweeter the Juice — @peyiswriting ༝༚༝༚

Just One More Part 4 — @henneseyhoe ༝༚༝༚

Enemy Lines — @kairawrites ༝༚༝༚

Off Track — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Watch Him Rise — @itsmrshamilton ༝༚༝༚

Max Verstappen

Love Story — @algae-tm ༝༚༝༚

I’ll Kick Your Ass, Verstappen — @delewlew ༝༚༝༚

Oscar Piastri

Hot and Ready — @httpsserene ༝༚༝༚

Butterflies — @hookhausenschips ༝༚༝༚

Nasty Girl! — @ham1lton ༝༚༝༚

ONE CHICAGO:

Antonio Dawson

Baby Daddy⎢ Part 1⎢ Part 2 — @daydreamkisses

Jay Halstead

Heavy Sleeper — @uptondixon

Kelly Severide

Unexpected — @poppadom0912

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𝗝𝗨𝗟𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝟭

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

a/n: to all of my formula 1 authors, your work has gotten me through this summer semester and i thank you 🫡. what started as a curiosity, grew into a love for a sport i didn't know existed until a month ago and i love you all. (also i apologize for spamming y'all, pls don't block me 🙏🏽🩷)

ATTACK ON TITAN:

Multi-Character

You Went Out Looking a Lil Bit Too Good — @morgluvsconnie ༝༚༝༚

Singing “I’d Rather Fuck on My Ex Again” and Posting it on Your Story — @loveforeren ༝༚༝༚

“But I didn’t shave” So what? — @tasiawrites ༝༚༝༚

“She’s busy”— @luvacookie ༝༚༝༚

Armin Arlert

Toxic!Armin⎢More Toxic!Armin⎢— @chrollohearttags ༝༚༝༚

The Baby Trapper — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Ms. Attitude — @pynkfairyheart ༝༚༝༚

Fatal Attraction — @luminiamore ༝༚༝༚

Stress Relief — @prettygirl222 ༝༚༝༚

Connie Springer

Messages w/ Connie as Your BF! — @morgluvsconnie ༝༚༝༚

Bound⎢ Ch.1⎢ Ch.2⎢ Ch.3⎢ Ch.4⎢ Ch.5⎢ Ch.6⎢ Ch.7⎢ Ch.8⎢ Ch.9⎢ Ch.10⎢ Ch.11 — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Positive — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Sundress SZN — @alanaaii ༝༚༝༚

Cookies ‘n Cream — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Touch Me, Tease Me, Feel Me Up — @loveforeren ༝༚༝༚

24 Hours, Someone There When She Need — @2neaky ༝༚༝༚

Eren Jaeger

Plug!Eren Being Such a Pornographic Whore — @merakidoll ༝༚༝༚

Rockstar Boyfriends!Eren + Geto — ^ ༝༚༝༚

#FREEHIM — @bladebarbie ༝༚༝༚

SUCKER — @luminiamore ༝༚༝༚

Driftin’ and Kissin’ — @st4rbwrry ༝༚༝༚

Eren Loves Thunderstorms — @bunnisari ༝༚༝༚

 Think She Grippin’ on My Dick but That’s My Gun Baby — @gloxk ༝༚༝༚

Spoil You — @backwzzds ༝༚༝༚

Telling Possessive!Eren You Need a Break — @roseloon ༝༚༝༚

Maybe Opposites Do Attract — @wintrrxxo ༝༚༝༚

Under the Influence — @chrollohearttags ༝༚༝༚

Why You Touchin’ Me — @monstas1ut ༝༚༝༚

Wax — @prettygirl222 ༝༚༝༚

Jean Kirstein

Size Kink — @co-psycho

Stalker!Jean HCs — ^

Parenting HCs — @ye4gerism ༝༚༝༚

Mikasa Ackerman

CHARM’D — @chrollohearttags ༝༚༝༚

Onyankopon

SOUL⎢Part 2 — @luminiamore ༝༚༝༚

TRIP — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Ony Fingering You — @hanwiore ༝༚༝༚

Sexy Hot Nasty Smut — ^ ༝༚༝༚

“Let’s Talk In Person” — @dilfl0v3rss ༝༚༝༚

Mutuals⎢ Part 2 — @anucalor ༝༚༝༚

On the Run — @xiamentshoneypot ༝༚༝༚

Don’t You Know I Love You — @wintrrxxo ༝༚༝༚

I’ll Miss You — @awill2live ༝༚༝༚

Accusations and Apologies — @pynkfairyheart ༝༚༝༚

What Goes Around Comes Around — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Prettiest Thing⎢Part 2 — @pwinkprincess ༝༚༝༚

Imagine Onyankopon as Your Boyfriend — @shaguro ༝༚༝༚

Missing Curfew — @klipkillakai ༝༚༝༚

Dad!Ony Blurb — @morgluvsconnie ༝༚༝༚

Any Means Necessary⎢ Part 1⎢ Part 2⎢ Part 3 — @cupidzboww ༝༚༝༚

BLEACH:

Kenpachi Zaraki

Make Me Feel Love — @actuallusaiyan

DC:

Multi-Character

Size Kinks [Bruce + Jason (SEPARATE)]— @arkhamslvts ༝༚༝༚

Batmom

Thunderstorm — @teddypines ༝༚༝༚

Batsis

Roy Asking Batfam Members for Their Blessings to Marry Batsis [+ Roy Harper]— @c-nstantine ༝༚༝༚

Bruce Wayne/Batman

PR Relationship — @c-nstantine ༝༚༝༚

Vampire King!Bruce Wayne — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Jealous!Bruce — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Bruce Being Lovestruck — ^ ༝༚༝༚

ONE CHICAGO:

Jay Halstead

Echoes of Redemption — @berberriescorner ༝༚༝༚

Jay Dating a Younger Woman — @cutielando

Upstead Foster Daughter⎢Chapter 3 — @uptondixon

Kevin Atwater

If I Took You Home⎢Part 2 — @megamindsecretlair ༝༚༝༚

PEAKY BLINDERS:

Thomas Shelby

Scary? My God You’re Divine — @kat-mobile

Tommy With a Wife Who’s His Complete Opposite — ^

Chance Meetings — @myers-meadow

No Negotiations — @fallatyourfeet

A New Day — @garrison-girl-08

Moved On — @storiesforallfandoms

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𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗘 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝟭

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

ATTACK ON TITAN:

Multi-Character

Two Men Who Just Wanted to Please You (Connie + Onyankopon) — @merakidoll ༝༚༝༚

Would You Still Love Me if I Was a Worm? — @huunni ༝༚༝༚

Connie Springer

Movie Night — @nysrage ༝༚༝༚

Thang For Ya — @morgluvsconnie ༝༚༝༚

Anything She Wants — @amesemii ༝༚༝༚

Allure — @luminiamore ༝༚༝༚

Eren Jaeger

Stress Reliever — @pynkfairyheart ༝༚༝༚

Good Girl ⎢ Boss — ^ ༝༚༝༚

One Born Every Minute — @greedyhoneyz ༝༚༝༚

Welcome to Wonderland — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Ex Who? — @luminiamore ༝༚༝༚

90s Love ⎢ Ch.1 ⎢ Ch.2 ⎢ Ch.3 — @aurasy3ag3r ༝༚༝༚

Jean Kirstein

Fickle Feelings Find a Way to Me — @captain-hawks

Jean + Daddy Kink — ^

Rodeo Night — @y3ager ༝༚༝༚

Onyankopon

Big Boy — @pynkfairyheart ༝༚༝༚

Need You — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Rapper!Ony x Singer!Reader — @zillatastic ༝༚༝༚

Reiner Braun

Not of Blood, But Solace — @marmilovin

Smut Blurb — @s1ckh1mb0 ༝༚༝༚

CRIMINAL MINDS:

Spencer Reid

Peace of Mind — @gardenof-venus ༝༚༝༚

DC:

Batmom

The News — @rogueshadow1124

Bullet Wound — ^

Cuts and Bruises — ^

To Be Mine ⎢ Eden — @battymommastuff​​

Things Batmom Has Said — @blackcupidangel ༝༚༝༚

Bribes — @mischieveousmayhem

Earned Position — @secretsandwriting

Jason Todd/Red Hood

Mafia!Jason Todd — @c-nstantine ༝༚༝༚

Cowboy!Jason Todd — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Joker

Brown Sugar ⎢ Ch.1 ⎢ Ch.2 ⎢ Ch.3 ⎢ Ch.4 ⎢ Ch.5 ⎢ Ch.6 ⎢ Ch.7 ⎢ Ch.8 ⎢ Hyperfixation ⎢ The Dark Knight ⎢ Surprise ⎢ Upset Joker — @halfofmysoulsblog ༝༚༝༚

Inhale. Exhale. — ^ ༝༚༝༚

JUJUTSU KAISEN:

Megumi Fushiguro

Childhood Friends-to-Lovers — @kirbyskisses ༝༚༝༚

ONE CHICAGO:

Crockett Marcel

Wildflower — @bullet-prooflove

Jay Halstead

Upstead Foster Daughter ⎢ Ch.1 ⎢ Ch.2 — @uptondixon

Will Halstead

Necklace — @escapingrealityandlovinginsanity

SONS OF ANARCHY:

Filip “Chibs” Telford

10 Years — @garbinge

Death and the Lady ⎢ Ch.15 — @tumbleweed-writes

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Upstead Foster Daughter: Masterlist

Did you ever wonder how Upstead would be as foster parents for a teenage girl? Like Hank and Erin, Hailey and Jay welcomed Olivia to their home when she was 16. Olivia holds a lot of grudges and is full of mischief, but she is also incredibly sweet and has a tremendous need to feel like she belongs. To her surprise, Hailey and Jay will give her exactly that.

Chapter One: Jay is shot and help comes from an unexpected source.

Chapter Two: No one expected to hear a stranger's voice through their radio, let alone saying that Jay was bleeding out on the pavement.

Chapter Three: Jay recovers well and three months later Olivia finds herself face to face with him and Hailey again.

Drabble One: This is the after of Jay and Hailey's conversation with Olivia in the district from Chapter 3. They drive Olivia back to her foster home and get to know her a little better.

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Heavy Sleeper - Upstead Foster Daughter Drabbles

These are some snippets of Olivia's relationship with Hailey and Jay that didn't make it into the main chapters.

This is the after of Jay and Hailey's conversation with Olivia in the district from Chapter 3. They drive Olivia back to her foster home and get to know her a little better.

"This car is nice," Olivia said all of a sudden. She was resting her head on the comfortable car seat, the warmth coming from the heater making her sleepy. Hailey and Jay were surprised she even said anything. Olivia was always quiet and it seemed impossible to get more than 10 words out of her. Their conversation at the district tonight was the most they had ever heard from her.

“You like cars?” Jay asked.

“Not really, I just think this one is comfy. I really like bikes though.”

“Really?” Jay asked in surprise. 

“Yeah, I would love to have one someday.”

“I had one years ago. I like bikes but it’s hard to drive one in Chicago winters.”

“I guess it’s just a matter of getting some serious winter gear,” Olivia replied.

“You’re right, but I always loved cars more. This one for example has always been my dream ride.”

“This car is his baby,” Hailey said. Jay chuckled and, surprisingly, didn’t say anything back. “See? He agrees.”

Olivia smiled lazily, her eyes were getting heavier and heavier. All the stress from the long day was catching up to her. This didn’t go unnoticed by Hailey or Jay.

“You can rest, we’ll wake you up when we get there,” Hailey said. 

20 minutes later, Olivia is still fast asleep in the backseat when Jay is parking the car in front of the house.

“Watch out for the—,” Hailey warned him, but it was too late, Jay had hit the curb with full force. Both Jay and Hailey’s heads snapped back to check on Olivia. 

“It wasn’t that bad of a hit, she didn’t even move.” Jay looked at Hailey.

“It was that bad, Jay,” Hailey grinned. “Luckily for you, she’s a heavy sleeper."

The next day, Olivia woke up with the faint memory of being carried and put into bed by a strong pair of arms. 

On the way back to their apartment, Jay and Hailey talked about the night’s events. It wasn’t the first time they met a kid in the foster system, but this time was different. This was not a case. She was not a case. She was a kid who unexpectedly came into their lives and now she needs their help.

“What are we going to do?’ Hailey asked him.

“I don’t know, but we’re gonna find a way.”

I’m alive everyone! Life’s been crazy for me these last weeks, work and uni are killing me so I’m not writing much but I decided to start posting the drabbles I had planned a while ago. Chapter 4 is not ready yet but I'm working on it!

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Upstead Foster Daughter

Did you ever wonder how Upstead would be as foster parents for a teenage girl? Like Hank and Erin, Hailey and Jay welcomed Olivia to their home when she was 16. Olivia holds a lot of grudges and is full of mischief, but she is also incredibly sweet and has a tremendous need to feel like she belongs. To her surprise, Hailey and Jay will give her exactly that.

Masterlist

Word count: 2k-ish

[Chapter III] “What if I'm far from home?”

Jay recovers well and three months later Olivia finds herself face to face with him and Hailey again.

“Hailey,” Jay’s rough voice woke Hailey from a light sleep on the chair next to Jay’s hospital bed. 

“Jay!” she got up and held one of his hands between hers, leaving a chaste kiss on it. 

“Hi, my love,” Jay smiled, the effort to do so appearing bigger than it should be. 

Hailey smiled back, “How are you feeling?”

He made a face and tried to change his position on the bed, a huff leaving his lips, “Everything hurts.”

“I’ll call the nurse.”

“No, wait,” Jay grabbed her hand. “Let us be for a while, it doesn’t hurt that much.”

Hailey stared at her stubborn husband. She knew he hated hospitals, and he also wasn’t known for admitting his pain, but she let him be for now.

“What happened?” Jay asked. “I mean, with my CI and the case?”

“What about hearing about yourself first, huh? The surgery was a success, but the doctor said you must take it easy for a while otherwise it won’t heal properly. You scared me, Jay. I can’t see you in this situation again.”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve waited for you. You’re my partner, we do this kind of stuff together.”

“I should’ve insisted on going with you. Maybe if you had backup…”

“You can’t know that for sure, Hailey. If anything, you could be in my place right now so I’m happy I was alone.”

“Jay…”

“Let’s leave the what-ifs behind, okay? I’m here and I’m not going anywhere,” he was the one to kiss her hand this time. “I love you.”

“I love you too, always.”

Jay smiled, “Where’s my kiss? Or do I have a bad breath? I don’t know how long I was out.”

Hailey laughed, kissing her husband’s lips softly. “It’s been a day and a half.”

“Wait!” Jay said. “What about the girl who helped me? Olivia. Is she okay?”

“She is, it’s a long story though. We found out she had run away from her foster family.”

“Why?” Jay asked with a frown.

“I don’t know, we talked with her social worker but nothing was wrong, it seemed like a teenager thing.”

“Really? You guys went there to check?”

“We did, Kev and I talked with her foster mom. She seemed good, and the social worker confirmed that.”

“Well,” Jay rearranged himself on the bed again. “Hopefully she will be okay. We can keep an eye on her just in case.”

“I exchanged numbers with her social worker. Told her to call me if anything happened.” 

“Of course you did,” he smiled, but then his expression became more serious. “If it wasn’t for her… I don’t even know Hailey.”

“Yeah, I was terrified hearing from another person that you were shot, but I was happy you weren’t alone.” 

“Me too, I still remember her eyes staring at me in a panic. She must have been so scared, Hailey. But she still did everything I told her to.”

“She was a little shaken up afterward, Kim and Kev said she barely said a word to them. But she was brave.” 

“Oh, about the case,” Hailey started. “It was closed rather quickly, I’m sure Platt and Voight pulled some strings,” she laughed lightly and so did Jay.

“The team found out your CI was still working for his old gang, when you called him asking for info on our case he told them and they sent someone after you.”

“Son of a bitch,” Jay said.

“Both your CI and the guy who shot you were arrested."

Jay looked like he wanted to ask a million questions but Hailey spoke before he had the chance, "But now I just wish to never think about this again, can we do that?”

Jay nodded, “You don’t have to, I promise this was the last bullet to my count,” he said with a smile.

“It better be, Halstead!”

⭑*•⊱ 3 months later ⊰•*⭑

Hailey's phone has been ringing for the past 5 minutes, her ringtone waking Jay up. Hailey came running out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, her long hair dripping water everywhere. Jay smiled lazily at the sight.

“I'm sorry Jay, I forgot to turn it off. I came in so desperate for a shower.”

It was around 1 am when she arrived home from an extra shift. There was a situation in a women’s shelter and she and Kim decided to go and lend a hand. 

Hailey did a double take at her phone when she saw the name ‘Martha’, she was Olivia's social worker. 

Jay noticed her shock and said, “You're good? Who is it?”

“It's Olivia's social worker,” she said while picking up the call. Jay sat up, all the traces of sleep suddenly vanishing from his brain. Something bad must have happened for her to call at this hour.

“Martha? Hi, yes I can talk. What's going on? Is Olivia okay?” Hailey said. She felt Jay's presence by her side. 

“Of course, no, don't worry about that it's not a bother at all. I'm glad you called, my husband and I are going right now, bye.” She hung up the phone and turned to Jay.

“What happened? Is she okay?” Jay asked straight away.

“She ran away again.”

2:00 am on a Wednesday, in Chicago. Jay is doing the best he can to avoid thinking about all the possible scenarios that could happen to a 15-year-old girl alone at night. He and Hailey drove around Olivia's foster family neighborhood, checking places she could have run to. No sign of her. After checking all the places the family said she likes to go, Hailey and Jay started to think further.

“Maybe we should call patrol to help out on the search? Call in the team?” Jay said, already sounding way more stressed than he intended to. He knew she wasn't missing long enough to follow all the missing person's protocol, it's been 3 hours. One of the kids that shared a room with Olivia woke up to drink a glass of water and didn't find her on the bed and her clothes were gone from the closet. However, Jay can't help but think the worst. A lot of things can happen in 3 hours, right? 

“Let's check the nearest bus and train stations, if she's not there then we'll see what we can do at the station,” Hailey said, her tone filled with worry.

They got nothing from the bus station, it was almost empty and no one saw a girl walking around alone. But their luck changed at the train station. They noticed her from a distance, sitting down on a bench, a backpack by her side. She was waiting for the train that would come at any minute now. Hailey and Jay looked at each other with relief, moving in the direction of the girl. 

“Olivia,” her head spun toward the feminine voice.

“Hailey? Jay?” Olivia stood up, putting her bag on her shoulders.

Jay immediately tensed up, afraid she might run from them. 

“Olivia we just wanna help, okay?” Hailey said with a small smile. “Come and talk to us.”

Jay watched in silence, hesitant to say anything that could scare the girl away. 

Hailey continued, “Please, Olivia? Whatever you're thinking, it's no good being alone in Chicago at night, we know you know that.” 

Of course, she knew. Olivia was scared, she didn't want to run away in the middle of the night, but it was the best time to do this so she had to gather the courage and go. Always looking over her shoulder the whole way.

“We're taking you to the station,” Jay spoke for the first time, “You're not in trouble, but we can talk there, you can tell us what's going on. How does that sound?” 

Hailey nodded in affirmation to Jay's words.

“Fine,” was all Olivia said. She followed them to the car quietly. The train arrived when they left. If they had got there 5 minutes later, Jay thought. 5 damn minutes and she would be gone.

Olivia did not say a single word on the way to the station. Hailey and Jay tried every possible topic of conversation they could think of but it was useless. She shut herself completely. Hailey was the one driving and after giving up the small talk, she and Jay were exchanging worried looks in silence. Jay, especially, was in a lot of thought. Of course Olivia shut them out, she did not know them. Between that day at the alley when they first met, Jay being in the hospital and Olivia being sent back to her foster family, neither he nor Hailey had a real conversation with her. Jay realized that he didn’t even thank her. 

“I never thanked you for saving my life, Olivia,” Jay said after a long silence.

“It was nothing,” Olivia answered in a low voice.

Jay looked at Hailey in surprise, he was not expecting an answer at all. “What do you mean it was nothing, I could have bled out if you hadn't called my team,” Jay looked at her over his shoulder. “Thank you.”  

It was around 3 am when they got to the district. The three of them went over to the Intelligence break room to talk. 

Olivia sat at the small table close to the window. “Are you hungry? Thirsty?” Jay asked.

“No,” Olivia mumbled without looking at him.

“I’m just gonna go straight to the point Olivia,” Hailey said, pulling a chair and sitting in front of the girl. “What’s happening with your foster home? Why are you running away?”

“You don’t get it,” Olivia said, still not looking at them.

“Then make us understand,” Hailey said calmly. She looked at Jay silently asking for help, he came and sat beside Hailey.

“We just wanna help you, but we can’t do that if you don’t open up to us,” Hailey tried again. Olivia looked up, looking between them both.

“You don’t know us and we don’t know you,” Jay started. “But we want to get to know you, we want to help you.”

“Why?” Olivia asked.

“Why wouldn’t we?” Hailey answered. “You’re a good kid, you deserve to be happy. If your current foster home is not giving you that then we need to know.”

Olivia thought for a moment. She never expected to see Hailey and Jay again, let alone have this conversation. They were nice to her and she knew they were grateful for what she did for Jay. They probably think they owe her something and that’s why they’re doing this. Whatever the reason, maybe they can help her.

“Fine,” Olivia said looking at the pair. “There is nothing wrong with the foster family.”

Hailey and Jay stared at her in confusion. They did not believe she was running away for the sake of it, it made no sense.

“They feed me, they are nice to me, they give me fresh clothes and a warm bed,” Olivia said. “But that’s all it is.”

“What do you mean?” Hailey asked. 

Olivia took a deep breath before saying, “I’m just another kid to them. They’re good people and everything but that is not my home. I feel like an intruder there. I know I should be grateful, a lot of kids are not this lucky when it comes to foster homes, but I can’t help feeling like this. So I made a plan.”

“A plan?” Hailey asked.

“Yeah, I planned to leave Chicago and the foster system behind. I would miss Chicago but at least I was going to be my own family.”

Hailey and Jay looked at each other in realization. So that's why she was running? She just wanted to belong. 

“I know the system's not perfect Olivia, but running is not the solution,” Jay said calmly. “How would you live? And the people who know you? They would be worried as hell.”

“We would be worried as hell,” Hailey said. 

Jay nodded, “We would be the first ones looking for you out there.” Olivia smiled softly at that.

“Will you let us help?” Hailey asked.

“Mm-hmm, okay.” Olivia honestly had no idea how they could help, but it was worth a try, wasn’t it?

Here we go! How you guys like this chapter? Thank you again for all the love on the previous chapters!

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Give me everything tonight - Dante Torres x Intelligence Officer!Reader

During a late-night conversation in the locker room, you and Dante succumb to the feelings that are buried deep inside your hearts.

Word count: 1263

Characters: Dante Torres x You, Trudy Platt & Hank Voight

Warnings: Making out. They're horny. There's no actual smut tho.

“Dante,” you whispered.

“Yeah?” he answered in the same tone, his breath coming directly into your face. Shivers spread across your body and fog clouded over your mind. He was so close, you were not touching but his presence was so strong. You cannot help but want to touch him.

Dante's not any different, in fact, he is sure he has been dreaming about your touch for far longer than you could ever imagine. He has never been so close to you before. The fact that he could take another step closer and the distance between you would be nonexistent makes his hands shake lightly. 

How did you two end up in this position? Almost pressed together against the wall of the locker room in the precinct. Looking directly into each other's eyes and longing to finally feel the other’s touch. 

What is happening right now is nothing but months of pent-up feelings finally running free. You and Dante clicked instantly. When you first met in front of Platt’s desk, his eyes lit up like two full moons. He was a calm and collected guy, it was rare for someone to make him lose control of himself. The state of control he fought so hard to achieve. But there you are. Simply existing and still making him a mess of shiny eyes, shy smiles, and impure thoughts. He never met someone so stunning, someone who had power over him with just a look. 

You stared back at the man before you, vaguely registering Platt mention the name of the new addition to Intelligence. ‘Officer Torres’. Even his name sounds pretty, you thought. He was exactly what you always thought a handsome man should be. Your mind does nothing but put you in trouble with all the dirty thoughts clouding your senses. Thoughts of him. Only him.

“We cannot,” you said, louder this time. By changing the tone, you expected to break the atmosphere that had built itself around the room, but it was impossible at that point.

Keeping eye contact with him, you said, “You know how Voight feels about in-house relationships, and after what happened with Hailey and Jay…” 

“Don't. Don't discourage this, Y/n,” he said, his voice still low. “I get what you're saying, but for some reason, I can't bring myself to care.” 

“Dante!” 

“For real, I just can't. Don't you see it?” his eyes grow bigger in exasperation. “I want you.”

Three words. Three damn words. They start floating around your head like a drug being injected into your body and messing with your sanity. Your body reacts to him more intensely now, your hands slowly reaching for his but never actually getting there. 

“I always wanted you, mi amor,” he said, moving his arms to the wall behind you, his biceps invading your line of vision, and the first thing you do is reach for each arm with your hands, feeling his skin. Your body and mind slowly losing the control to stop yourself.

“Fuck you, Torres,” you said in a huff. For a second there you truly hated him. You hated him for being so damn hot for absolutely no reason, making this even harder for you.

That drew a chuckle out of him, “What?” he said with a smile still on his face. You stared back at him and he felt like he could melt right then and there. All the nights he spent awake thinking about you. Thinking about every single thing that makes you the woman of his dreams. Every thought he ever had of you led him to this moment.

“Kiss me, Y/n,” he said so softly that it almost sounded like a request. His eyes left yours for the first time since he backed you up on that wall, instead focusing on your lips. 

You felt your hands start to shake and your heartbeat rise. You were just getting ready to leave for the night, how the hell did the conversation you both shared about the day's work end up like this? 

Suddenly, your mind was consumed by just one thought: fuck it. Fuck the rules. He wanted you. 

He wanted you and that is all you needed to hear to convince yourself to finally close the distance between your lips. 

Dante's lips were exactly what you expected, so soft and warm. His hands instantly left the wall and held your body close, your hands flying to the back of his head.

The kiss destroyed any second thought or insecurity Dante ever felt about being with you, it felt so right to finally have you. Thoughts of not being enough or not doing the right thing seemed impossible now that he tasted you. 

You could not remember the last time your mind did not wake you up in the morning with thoughts of him. Kissing his lips felt like long overdue and neither of you could stop now.

What started with a rough touch of lips grew into a battle for control. Tongues meeting each other, looking for dominance. A bite here and there, accompanied by a softer peck to ease the pain. You both followed this ritual over and over again, not even thinking about where you were or what you were doing.

Hands were flying everywhere, to feel hair, neck, shoulders, and pretty much anything else they could reach. It was all becoming too much. You both were sweating and panting but did not show any signs of stopping.

One special scratch of nails on his shaved head made Dante snap, breaking the contact with your lips. He reaches for your thighs, lifting you up with ease. Your legs instantly wrapped around him and you both suddenly stayed still, enjoying the sensation of being in each other's arms.

You fit so perfectly in his arms and Dante felt like he could hold you forever.

However, you both realized where you were, your senses coming back for a moment. 

“We need to get out of here, amor,” he said, still holding you firmly. If you did not leave now Dante would take you right here and you sure would not complain.

Your hands caressed his head, smiling at him in response, “We do D, right fucking now.”

He smiled so big you could count every tooth in his mouth. You both started laughing and he put you back on the ground.

Smiles, intertwined hands, hearts full of love, and bodies full of desire. That's how you both left the district that night. 

Thankfully, you did not meet anyone on your way out. It was late and the difficult case they solved that day had sent everyone rushing home to rest. 

Rest. Something you and Dante would not be having tonight, and everyone who set eyes on you at that moment could see that. But no one did, thank God.

But it was not like they did not know already. It would be anything but a surprise for your friends and coworkers.

“Well damn. So much for no in-house relationships, right Hank?” Platt said laughing after you and Dante walked up to Intelligence after first being introduced to each other.

Hank ran a hand across his face, eyeing the stairs you both went up seconds ago. You literally just met, what the hell? He never has a moment of peace.

“If you ask me, this is all your fault, Hank," Platt said with a taunting smile, she loves teasing him about this ongoing Intelligence situation. “You always choose such perfect partners, they can't help but sleep with each other.”

Voight groans, “For goodness sake.”

I was hit with inspiration for my man, isn't he delicious? I love how this one came out! Feel free to reblog, like, and share your thoughts <3 Btw we need more Dante Torres fics!

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Upstead Foster Daughter

Did you ever wonder how Upstead would be as foster parents for a teenage girl? Like Hank and Erin, Hailey and Jay welcomed Olivia to their home when she was 16. Olivia holds a lot of grudges and is full of mischief, but she is also incredibly sweet and has a tremendous need to feel like she belongs. To her surprise, Hailey and Jay will give her exactly that.

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[Chapter II] “You’re on your own, kid, you always have been”

No one expected to hear a stranger's voice through their radio, let alone saying that Jay was bleeding out on the pavement.

“Who the hell are you?” Voight’s surprised voice came through the radio.

“My name is Olivia Rivera, I'm with your officer Halstead and he's been shot! I'm sorry I couldn't call an ambulance but I don't have my phone with me,” Olivia said everything so fast they almost couldn't understand it.

“Shot? What the hell?” said Hailey in exasperation. She was driving with Voight after Jay left by himself.

The whole team was checking the crime scene from their current case when Jay got a call from a CI. Hailey was busy interrogating a witness when he got the call. She told him to wait for her but he was so eager for whatever information his CI had to give that he decided to go by himself. Turns out it was a trap. Hailey did not know the details yet, but she couldn’t help but think that this would have not happened if she had been with him.

“Wh-where are you?” Hailey asked, already feeling her heart start to beat out of her chest.

Olivia told her the address as slowly as possible in her state; after that, Hailey started bombarding her with questions she did not know how to answer.

While they talked, Voight rushed in passing the address to dispatch requesting an ambulance and some patrol cars. The rest of the team followed behind.

“Is he conscious?” Hailey asked.

Silence followed her question, leaving them both tense.

“Olivia! Is he conscious?” Hailey repeated.

“I- He- He was until now when I called you.”

“Does he still have a pulse, Olivia?” Hailey guided her to check.

“Yes, he does!”

“Okay, okay, keep putting pressure on the wound.”

“What's the ambulance ETA?” Voight's rough voice questioned dispatch.

“We're close, hang tight Olivia,” Hailey said, trying to calm the girl and herself down. He would make it, he always made it. This was not his first time being shot, but she surely hoped it was his last. She couldn't do this last time and she especially can't do it now.

“He'll be fine, Hailey,” Voight's voice invaded her thoughts. “Halstead’s strong, he'll get through this.”

Olivia didn't like hospitals. She felt trapped, unsafe, and overwhelmed. Probably because of the amount of people coming and going, the voices overlapping each other. There was too much going on and she shouldn't even be there in the first place.

After Jay's co-workers got to them everything happened in a blur. The ambulance got there seconds later, along with the other members of the team.

When Hailey and Voight arrived, Hailey came running in Jay and Olivia’s direction. She stared at the teenager with a mix of desperation and gratitude. Olivia stepped away as Hailey took her place. As others approached, Olivia stepped more and more away from the scene, ending up a little far away from it all.

She watched the scene unfold before her eyes in a trance. Jay was put into an ambulance and taken to the hospital, with several police cars following behind. Should she leave? She wants to know if he is going to be alright, of course. On the other hand, she feels like she was not supposed to be there.

“Hey! Olivia, isn't it?” a tall man appeared in her field of vision, his eyes were gentle and his voice calm.

“Yes,” Olivia answered.

“Name’s Kevin, Kevin Atwater. This is my friend, Kim Burgess,” he pointed to the woman beside him, and she smiled softly. Both officers looked shaken but they masked well, Olivia thought. Of course, this was not easy for them. Seeing a colleague hurt like that, almost lifeless.

“There's someone we can call for you? Your mom or dad?” Kim asked.

The girl didn’t answer. Kevin and Kim exchanged a look.

“Well, just come to the hospital with us then, okay?”

Voight watched them from afar, getting ready to enter the car and head to Med. Jay was the priority now, but they all were grateful for the girl, she saved Jay’s life after all. He made a mental note to thank her personally later.

Olivia debated for a moment. She decided it was better if she went with them and found a way to leave later without them noticing.

She nodded and followed them to the car.

“You can get cleaned up there,” Kim said after getting in the car.

Kevin started the drive to Med. Olivia didn’t answer the officer, suddenly feeling hyper-aware of all the blood on her. The adrenaline was wearing down.

“Are you okay, Olivia?” Kim asked softly.

“Yeah, sorry… I'm fine.”

“It’s okay, we will get to the hospital soon.”

Sitting in the doctors' room in Chicago Med a couple of hours later, Olivia was clean and waiting for a chance to leave. The really nice nurse called April who helped her clean up and gave her some food came by minutes ago and told her Jay would be alright. She left again when another nurse called for her so now was the perfect time for Olivia to leave.

She did not need to be discharged since she was neither a patient nor a suspect, right? Olivia got up and left the room, bringing some of the snacks the nurse gave her.

“Don’t worry Hails, we’re getting the bastard who shot Jay,” Kevin said firmly, looking at a very distressed-looking Hailey. Olivia got to the hospital’s lounge and saw Jay’s team reunited talking. They had their backs to the door she entered and could not see her.

They started to talk about the man who shot Jay and what they were doing to find him, most of which Olivia did not understand or did not care to try to understand. She stopped paying attention and started to plan how she would get out of there. There was only one way out and she could not leave without them seeing her.

Olivia was scared. She knew she wasn’t in trouble or anything but they were still police so she might as well be in trouble if they got to know more about her. Hell, they might as well already know.

“Stay with your husband Hailey, we’ll get him,” Voight's words drew Olivia's attention. Husband? That explained why Hailey was the most distressed of them all. The look on her face when she saw him lying on the pavement.

“Oh! Olivia, there you are,” said April, the nurse who helped Olivia earlier. Olivia's name caught the group's attention and five heads turned to look in her direction.

“Olivia!” Voight said, approaching the girl. “How are you? I need to properly thank you for helping my detective, I don’t know what could have happened if you weren’t there.”

“I… well, he was…” Olivia did not know what to say, so she came with a simple “You’re welcome” and a shy smile. She didn't expect to talk with anyone, let alone have all the attention on her.

“Well, I’m Sergeant Hank Voight and this is my team,” he went on introducing each of them. “You met Officer Kim Burgess and Officer Kevin Atwater. Detective Hailey Upton was the one you spoke with on the radio. And that is Officer Adam Ruzek.” he pointed to each one and they gave her a nod or a small smile.

After the introduction, he turned to look at her again. He spoke in a more serious tone, “We’re going to need your statement.”

Shit. That is exactly what she was trying to avoid. “I can’t!” was the first thing that came out of her mouth.

“It’s okay Olivia, we checked your file and we’re going to call your foster family on the way to the station,” Hank said.

So they know about her foster family, but they did not know she had run away yet. That was why she was in that alley, in that part of town, by herself.

Olivia thought about running but she could never get far with this many cops around. On their way to the district, she thought about jumping from the moving car but that was too stupid even for her. She laughed at the thought. Sitting in the car with Kim and Kevin again, she accepted her fate.

All her effort running away was for nothing. She was back to square one.

Slow, I know, but this is me trying guys. I love this OC so I hope I can keep writing her story even though I'm slow af. Thank you so much for the likes and reblogs on chapter one! ♡

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"You can hear it in the silence" - Sam Carver x Intelligence Officer!Reader

I noticed there's a surprisingly small amount of Sam Carver fanfics out here so this was born!

Reader is an officer from the Intelligence unit, she and Carver have been dating in secret for a couple of months. After a tough call involving both Truck and Intelligence, Carver can't help but demonstrate his love for you.

One robbery in progress, a bomb, and a bunch of civilians hurt. That is not how anyone imagined a Sunday morning to go. 

After the mess was contained, two out of four offenders were dead after a shooting with CPD. The other two, however, disappeared among the crowd of civilians. Paramedics were handling the wounded in triage while the firefighters were dealing with the remains of the explosion. 

“Y/n?” Voight said, calling your attention to him. “What about the guard you talked with?”

“He seemed nervous Sarge, even scared, and it wasn’t because of the robbery,” you said, checking the information you wrote about the guard. “The story he told, it looked rehearsed to me.”

Voight nodded, “Okay, you talk to him again and see if you can get more info, meanwhile Kev and Adam can search his proprieties so we can try and make a connection—”

“Y/n!” a shout was heard from a distance, directing your attention towards the sound.

Sam’s figure came into view. He was dressed with his coat and helmet, his face carrying a mix of worry and relief. You couldn’t help but leave a small gasp, your face morphing into pure and genuine surprise.

“Carver! I—” you started but the words vanished when he hugged you. Your arms wrapped around him, instinctively hugging him back. The embrace was so strong it lifted you a little off the ground, making you smile.

“Sam,” you said, a smile still on your face. Breaking the hug was hard since he was holding you so tight, but he started to let go when you said his name. Your feet met the ground again. 

“I saw you in the middle of the shooting, I thought you were going to be shot!” Carver said, his hands holding yours. 

“I'm fine, I ducked in time,” you smiled at him again, trying to soothe his worries. “We all did,” you looked at your team behind you, Sam’s eyes following yours.

He suddenly went quiet, his eyes staring at your intertwined hands. Realization hit him that you two were in public. 

You smiled at him sheepishly, arching your eyebrows and holding his hands tighter for reassurance. You knew he was feeling shy, it was so cute the way his eyes shifted back and forth between your eyes and the ground. You were not any different, looking between him and your team. You both sure did not expect your relationship to be out like this, but there was no coming back now. 

Your team held both confused and smiley faces. Hailey and Jay were smiling so big you could count every tooth in their mouth. They have been suspecting about your relationship with said firefighter after catching you messaging him during a boring lookout late at night. Another one who had suspicions was Voight, he heard from Mouch one night over dinner at his and Trudy's house that he saw you and Carver talking at Molly's. On the other hand, Adam, Kim, and Kevin looked absolutely shocked. They appeared to be the only ones who missed any signs about this.

“Is everything okay guys?” Stella's voice brought you back to reality. She was more discreet with her reaction than the others, but you could spot a small smile forming in her mouth.

“Of course, Lieutenant,” Carver said, regaining his composure. “I’ll see you later, yeah?” he smiled that smile you love so much. Staring into his blue eyes, you smiled back. 

“See you around, Y/n,” Stella said, leaving with Carver following behind.

You nodded with a smile, walking back to your team. 

“Don't look at me like that, Adam,” you said pointing a finger at him. Adam was staring at you as if you had grown another head.

“Well forgive my shock, but is that the reason why you rejected all the guys I told you about?”

“Bro, I rejected them because they suck.”

“They do not suck, Y/N, they’re nice guys.”

“Well, would you date them?”

“Enough you two,” Voight said with a ghost of a smile. “Let’s get back to the case.”

After listening to the rest of Voight’s instructions you all left in the direction of the cars.

“Now, I’m your partner, how come I’m one of the last people to know about this?” Kevin said, getting into the passenger seat of your car. 

“Y’all need to share when stuff like this happens!” Kevin said through the window when Jay and Hailey passed beside your car to get to their truck.

All you could do now was laugh and get ready for the teasing coming your way in the next few weeks.

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Upstead Foster Daughter

Did you ever wonder how Upstead would be as foster parents for a teenage girl? Like Hank and Erin, Hailey and Jay welcomed Olivia to their home when she was 16. Olivia holds a lot of grudges and is full of mischief, but she is also incredibly sweet and has a tremendous need to feel like she belongs. To her surprise, Hailey and Jay will give her exactly that.

Masterlist

[Chapter I] "If I was dying on my knees you would be the one to rescue me"

Jay is shot and help comes from an unexpected source.

Blood was no stranger to Jay Halstead. Nor is being in the aim of a gun. But actually being shot, bleeding out? This is something you never get used to. 

Jay had been lying on the cold concrete floor for about two minutes now, unaware that minutes had passed. Everything happened so fast. The bullet missed his bulletproof vest and hit his side, invading him with pain and knocking him to the ground.

Jay made an effort but failed to reach for his radio that he dropped when he fell. Being alone, bleeding out from a hole in your belly, is enough to send anyone into a panic. But not him, because Jay knew that was not how he would die, chasing a stupid drug dealer who shot him down an alley in the middle of the day. He wasn't even supposed to be there alone in the first place. 

His team would find him. Hailey would find him.

Half a minute later, Jay hears footsteps coming from the other side of the alley. His hands loosened the hold on his side where he was stanching the bleeding with a piece of his plaid shirt. They got to him, he could relax now. 

The footsteps were soft, they were probably from Hailey or Kim, even Hank coming-

“Jesus Christ! Sir, what happened?” Jay's head moved in the direction of the voice so fast that he felt pain shooting through his entire body. 

His vision was getting blurry, be he could make out a teenage girl who could not be older than fifteen. She was staring at him from 10 steps away and the strain his neck was doing to look at her was making him even more uncomfortable. He resumed his previous position with a loud groan, pressing the piece of fabric tighter against his side again. 

The action calls the girl's attention to the wound, the amount of blood making her gasp and kneel on the ground beside the man. Although she had never seen a gunshot wound before, she knew it was one. She noticed his vest, his gun, and his radio on the ground. He was a cop and he was bleeding out on the pavement right in front of her. She had to do something.

Her hands flew to the wound, joining his bigger ones in stopping the bleeding. She took out her coat, pressing it to the wound. 

“My belt” Jay said, reaching out to it. He had attempted to remove it earlier, but his hands were shaking excessively and he lacked the strength to do so. Just like he couldn't reach for his radio to call for help.

She got the message and took his belt. His badge and gunholder coming off in the process. The girl knew she had to do a tourniquet, so she wrapped the belt around his side, finding some difficulty in doing so, but still managed to succeed. More grunts of pain left Jay as she tightened the belt. 

Her hands and clothes were covered in blood, and her face had some splashes from when she tried to get her hair out of the way.

What to do now? She couldn't carry him, she couldn't leave him here alone to die either. 

“The radio, take my radio” Jay's voice was weaker now, he was using all his strength to not pass out. 

She looked back and stood up to retrieve the radio. She came back and kneeled beside him again, waiting for more instructions. It was crazy how he could still think rationally in these conditions. She felt so powerless because he was the one dying, but he was still managing to tell her what to do. She knew, however, that he was probably trained for moments like this.

“What's your name?” Jay said after a moment trying to catch his breath.

“Olivia” She answered, her voice shaking.

The girl glanced down at the name carved on his vest “Halstead, Intelligence” she read out loud. 

“Yeah, yeah, you-” he coughed. “You pull this switch and press this button” his blood-soaked hand showed her how to do it.

“Call for help, tell them the address” were Jay’s last words before he started to feel his consciousness fading away.

He turned his head to the side, feeling the cold on his cheek. His vision went completely black but he could still hear Olivia's voice in the background.

Jay could not make out what she was saying but the last thing he heard before passing out was Hank's voice through the radio “Who the hell are you?!”

You all recognize the lyrics from the title, right? Thank you for reading and let me know what you think! It's my first time attempting to write a story with multiple chapters so any form of encouragement is much appreciated ♡

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Lilsis - Jay x Halstead!Sister

You and Jay were having a fight, again. Screams being exchanged in what was supposed to be a quiet afternoon.

"Yes Jay, I didn't study for the test, so what?"

It always started like this. You would give him a smartass answer, he would say he didn't like your tone. You would answer in an even worse tone. The discussion would begin.

"Y/n, It doesn't matter what you say to me, I'm taking your phone. This is the second time you have failed this class!"

The more he screamed, the more your patience run dry. You felt a fire building inside you and the words just slipped without your intention.

"God, I really fucking hate you right now."

Silence. That's everything that followed your sentence.

Jay stared at you, wide-eyed. "What did you just say?" He said softly, look of disbelief on his face.

Jay had never heard you speak like that before and he surely wasn't ready for it.

His tone surprised you, the weight of your words just now hitting you. You didn't mean that.

"You don't mean that" Jay says, as if echoing your thoughts. His voice is still soft, different from the stressed out tone seconds ago.

It was your turn to be silent. A million things going through your head.

Jay always had a way of making you feel safe, you could never quite grasp if it was because of his job or all the years he spent caring for you, but the man sure was the epitome of safety to you.

It was his arms you ran to when something was wrong, it's his comfort you seek.

One quiet "I'm sorry" was all you could muster, looking at everywhere but his eyes.

He closed the distance between you, hugging your thoughts away. His chin rested on your head and your arms circled his waist, just like he did when you were kids.

"I love you, Jay.”

"It's okay, I love you too lil sis."

Prompt by noahsresources

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Unaccountable Pain

This is a Upstead x Platonic reader based on Season 7 Episode 13 "I Was Here". Reader is a patrol officer, she was with Kim in the motel room. This idea came to me after watching the episode recently. It's also my first time writing for One Chicago so tell me what you think!

"It wasn't your fault, sweetheart," Hailey's voice sounded calm, low tone intended to keep your worries away, but that was impossible.

Kim lost her baby today. You saw it, you were there when her whole world came falling down. You were supposed to back her up.

You had entered the motel room with Kim, ready to save the young girl from that monster disguised as a man. But none of you expected a second man to be on the inside. He came for you, twice your size, a scream of "I got him" from you urging Kim to go forward, reaching the bathroom where the girl was being drowned.

"It was," you cried out to Hailey, her own unshed tears shining on the dimly lit hospital room. The pain experienced today was unaccountable. With you and Kim in the hospital, Hailey and the whole district were devastated.

Hailey stepped closer to your bed, wiping the fallen tears from your bruised eyes. The door opens, and Jay enters with a sorrowful look, closing the door behind him.

"Hey, how are things here?" His voice carried the same tone as Hailey's, worried and caring for you.

Hailey looked at him with a sad smile, a smile that Jay was, unfortunately, used to seeing it. It meant she was sorry. It meant things were going to be okay but not exactly right now.

"You're going to be okay, Y/n. We're here for you." 

A couple steps and Jay was on your other side of the bed, staring down at you.

You don't remember feeling this broken in a long time. Like nothing in the world could fix you up. But looking at the two detectives beside you, you knew you weren't alone. You didn't have to go through this alone.

The tears you've been holding from the moment they took you from that filthy hotel room come crashing down, two pairs of arms instantly holding you close. 

The three of you stayed like that, holding each other for God knows how long. And in that moment, you truly felt like everything would be okay.