back from a tiiiiiiiiny two-year hiatus with a totally different taste in shows, but the same need to write nonsense about them 🫶
i’ve got a refreshed characters list - spanning swat (the absolute love of my life), the rookie, fire country and soa - and am dyyying to get writing for my loves!! for some inspo, we have;
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🎧 levels of intimacy prompts (NSFW)
🧸 inexperienced prompts (NSFW)
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🥥 setting prompts
the inbox is open and needs feeding - happy requesting!!
Sunlight streams in through the slatted blinds, casting the room in a warm golden haze. It has the whole room glittering with its light, especially the smooth gold band sitting atop the ring finger on Kim’s outstretched hand.
“I can’t believe it.” You murmur in disbelief, lips brushing against the bare skin of her shoulder and making her smile even wider. “We’re really married.”
“Well, you’d better.” She rebukes, reaching for your hand where it lays on her hip under the covers to skim her fingertips over the matching ring on your finger. “Too late to go back now.”
“Like I’d make it that easy for you to be rid of me.” You tell her through a smile, to which she laughs brightly and laces her fingers tightly with yours.
⋆ all of my fics, sorted by their characters & fandoms!
chicago pd
dante torres
loverboy
you and dante are stuck on a surveillance gig - but you manage to find ways to keep yourselves contented, even if it only means being in one another’s company.
adam ruzek
stay
adam makes an ill-fated attempt at convincing you to stay home with him.
alvin olinsky
at the end of the day
after a long day at work, you and alvin share a sweet moment.
kim burgess
sunlight
the morning after you and kim get married, you take a minute to affirm it for yourself.
summary ☾ after a long day at work, you and alvin share a sweet moment.
It’s a little past eleven by the time Kim finally rises from her chair across from you, and through a jagged yawn bids you goodnight. You wave her off as she lumbers down the stairs and out of your sight, and it’s only when you hear the security gate fall shut behind her that you finally let yourself relax.
With a groan of relief, you push aside your keyboard and the tedious stack of files and let yourself slump forward on crossed arms. The creaky, unyielding plastic backing of your desk chair has done your already sore back no favour, and a low grumble arises in your throat as you gingerly stretch out as best you can within the confines of your space.
The tension headache that the harsh fluorescence of your computer monitor has started to give you is blossoming at the base of your skull, taking root in your aching shoulders and spreading all the way up your neck. It’s a prick of a headache, the kind that only a quiet night’s rest will fix, and though you know any other efforts are futile you still reach back and massage the site numbly with your fingertips. It lessens the pressure slightly, and the prospect of sticking it out just a little longer to finish out your work starts to feel less daunting - before a pair of warm hands land gently on your shoulders from behind.
You jolt with the fright, an exclamation starting in your throat before the hands acquiesce and lessen their hold on you. Coaxing slowly up your shoulders as you shoot upright, they stop just at the base of your neck and start to rub soothing circles into the nape of your neck where your hand had just been. That, and the familiar scents of gun oil and coffee are what ultimately relaxes you, and is what emboldens you enough to slap at one of the offending arms.
“Jesus, Al.” You scold, fear seceding and making way for relief as you look back to be met with a warm, fond smile from Alvin as he looks down to you. “Don’t do that!”
“Sorry, honey.” He apologises through a soft smile, not sounding in the least bit sorry. His hands stay gently massaging your neck, doing an awful lot better of a job than you’d been doing and it makes you relax back into his presence. “You feelin’ okay?”
“Better, now.” You tell him, though he doesn’t look convinced. A noise of disagreement rumbles through his chest, and he’s standing so close to you that you can nearly feel it - and you quickly take the opportunity to change the subject. “I wasn’t expecting to see you again, I thought you’d left for the night.”
“What, without you?” He arches an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he squeezes your shoulders reassuringly. “Like hell.”
A warm kind of bashfulness flushes through you, and it forces a blush onto your cheeks. Alvin must be feeling merciful as he decides no to poke fun at your state, and instead leans down to wrap his arms around you and pull you into a warm, protective hug.
summary ☾ adam makes an ill-fated attempt at convincing you to stay home with him.
No matter how quietly you step nor how gently you pad around the apartment, it’s never enough to keep Adam from waking when you’re leaving for work in the mornings - and today is absolutely no exception.
A strong pair of arms wrap around your waist as you’re making your coffee, and pull you back against a broad chest.
“Good morning, baby.” You greet him through a smile, enjoying the warmth of his embrace as he leans in against you.
“No, it’s not.” His beard tickles your neck as he ducks his head down to kiss the side of your head, and his lips brush the shell of your ear as he speaks huskily against it.“You’re leaving already.”
“You know I have to.” You tell him pointedly as you twist around in his hold to face him. “It’s only my second week in the ED, I can’t have Will on my ass for being late already.”
He makes a gruff noise of dismissal, and rests his forehead against yours with a shake of his head. “Don’t worry ‘bout Will. Lemme talk to Jay, I’ll smooth that right on out.”
That makes you laugh, but you decide to entertain him as you loop your arms around his waist. “You’d have it out with Jay if it meant I’d get to stay in bed longer with you?”
He kisses his teeth at you, and with a sweet kiss to your forehead he pulls you in for one last big hug. “Darlin’, you don’t realise the lengths I’d go to just to keep you in my arms a second longer.”
summary ☾ you and dante are stuck on a surveillance gig - but you manage to find ways to keep yourselves contented, even if it only means being in one another’s company.
As far as stakeouts go, this one could definitely be worse. A comfortable car with a working AC, parked up next to a decent convenience store - even if there’s absolutely no activity surrounding the target, leaving you to count the rain droplets on the windshield in place of some proper entertainment.
“I don’t like this.” Dante hums under his breath, shifting unnervingly next to you in the passenger’s seat. Tugging at the neck of his jacket, he shakes his head as he looks to you. “Not one bit.”
Knowing his antsy nature is only down to nerves, you’re quick to rebuke him with a grumbled remark as you toy with a loose thread on the sleeve of your sweater. “You don’t like anything.”
That earns you a scoff in reply. You smile, relaxing into the driver’s seat and in your peripheral you can see him begin to do the same.
“Not true.” He states after a moment, with a faint frown on his face. That frown begins to morph into a humored smile as he leans across the center console, and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “I like you, don’t I?”
A groan of mock disgust leaves your lips and it makes him laugh as you swat him away with a small smile. “Like I could ever forget.”
⋆ this is me trying to make the mortifying ordeal of being known a little easier on myself
☽ my name is val, i’m 20 and i use they/them pronouns!
☽ i’m a student and work in a café to fuel my cinema and silly little trinket lifestyle
☽ aside from writing fic, i’m a huge hockey/f1 fan (seattle, edmonton and boston/max and carlos because i love pain
☽ i’m a massive bookworm too; my fav genres are litfic, historical fiction and current affairs nonfiction, but i’ll read anything if it takes my fancy. my fav reads this year have been lauren groff’s matrix, julia mayle’s pelican girls and nana kwame adjei-brenyah’s chain-gang all-stars!
⋆ here’s a list of the characters i write for & accept requests for. it will change based on my muse & who happens to piss me off in canon, so if you’re unsure about anything just shoot me an ask!
titsay
tangentwithtanner
2087
kianamaiart
prguitarman
