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“I break my own heart by expecting people to be as attached to me as I am to them.”

— Unknown

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“If hurting me doesn’t hurt you, don’t tell me you love me.”

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“Long after I’ve given up, my heart still searches for you without my permission.”

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Valentine’s Day/Romance Prompts

Everything is covered in pink hearts and glitter again, which can only mean one thing. 

Person A and Person B are friends and neither of them have a date for Valentine’s Day, so they decide to order takeout of some kind and watch a movie together. At some point, hidden feelings are revealed. 

“ Happy unimaginative, consumerist oriented and completely arbitrary, manipulative, and shallow interpretation of romance day.”

Person A has been in love with person B for years and is trying to work up the courage to ask them out on Valentine’s Day. 

Person A is friends with Person B and Person C and believes they belong together, so when Person A and Person B agree to set each other up on blind dates, Person A sets person B up with Person C.

“I know a Valentine’s Day proposal is cliche, but won’t it be romantic?”

“ This Valentine’s Day is officially Pal-entine’s Day.” “ Isn’t that the emperor from Star Wars?” 

 “I’m not good with feelings, but here goes nothing. My life sucks less with you in it.”

Person A plans the most romantic day ever, not realizing Person B hates Valentine’s Day. 

Valentine’s Day break up.

“ I don’t even want to hear about Valentine’s Day, okay? The love of my life is dead.” 

“This holiday is so pointless.”

“Do you maybe want to go to the Valentine’s dance with me??

Person A and Person B were going to have the most amazing date ever, but there was a snowstorm and now they’re stuck at home. 

“You still have your Christmas lights up? It’s February! Get your life together!”

Person A and Person B have to spend Valentine’s Day apart. 

“What? I do not like him/her/them! We’re just friends.”

“Wow, you suck at flirting.”

Person A is stood up for a date. Person B, who is secretly in love with them, does everything in their power to cheer them up. 

Quarantine Valentine’s Day. 

Person A and Person B debate which fictional couple they would be. 

And there was only one bed! 

Person A doesn’t know Person B and Person C are together, until Person C walks into Person B’s room on Valentine’s Day without knocking. 

Person A sets up a romantic scavenger hunt for Person B. 

Person A is late for a date with Person B. 

Person A accidentally buys Person B a gift they are allergic to. 

A carriage ride at sunset. 

“Hey, we should play spin the bottle!”

A date gone horribly wrong. 

“I need help picking an outfit for a date tonight.”

Person A and Person B make a bet. If Person B loses, they have to go on a date with Person A. 

Stargazing.

“I got a new dress. Do you like it?” “I’ll like it better when it’s on my floor.”

Medieval royalty romance AU

Person B is in love with Person A, who agreed to go out with Person C for Valentine’s Day. 

Romantic getaway.

Personalized candy hearts. 

Person A and Person B are on a date when they run into Person A’s ex.

Person A confesses their love to Person B, who does not return their feelings.

Person A and Person B decide to platonically go on a date. 

Everyone spends the whole day trying to get Person A and Person B together. 

Person A and Person B get into a situation in which they think they are going to die, so they pour their hearts out only to be rescued at the last minute. 

First Valentine’s Day as a married couple. 

Person A tries to prove they aren’t in love with Person B by setting Person B up on a date. 

A picnic in the park, but it’s snowing. 

Person A gives Person B a romantic gift and Person A vows to keep it forever. 

Caught cheating on Valentine’s Day. 

First kiss. 

“This has been terrible, but at least I’m with you.”

Person A has a surprise planned and Person B is dying to know what it is.

Person A and Person B are on a date and discover Person C and Person D have secretly been together for months. 

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It’s good for the soul okay

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Physical Contact Starters

No explicit NSFW, but some could be interpreted that way. Alter as necessary!

SOFT

“Your hands are so warm.”

“Ah, that feels good…”

“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”

“Is it okay if I lean on you?”

“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”

“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”

“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”

“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”

“Be gentle with me.”

“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”

“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”

“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”

“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”

“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”

“I could kiss you all over.”

“That tickles!”

“Mind washing my back for me?”

“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”

“I love how soft your lips are.”

“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”

“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”

ROUGH

“Ow! That fucking hurt!”

“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”

“You stepped on my foot!”

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Please be more gentle next time…”

“Don’t squeeze so tight!”

“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’ll make you bleed.”

“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”

“Hey!! What was that for?!”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”

“You almost knocked me over!”

“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”

“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”

“You broke my nose!”

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I'm not trying to be rude, but I'd let Spencer Reid slap me in the face and use me the way he wants to.

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So like, I haven’t written in months but I’m still getting some notes on some stuff so that makes me think y’all like what I’ve written. Would anyone be interested in some new writings?

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When You’re Ready

“I’m always here if you need it, day or night.” Those words from Elliot resonated with me. From the time I started SVU he admitted he didn’t want me to get jaded to the turmoil we encountered regularly.

I don’t know what Stabler saw in me but he was a damn good partner and he always had my back, even when I transferred to homicide. He was always there, particularly after his divorce. He’d regularly text me in the middle of the night and ask if I wanted to go get pizza somewhere since he knew I didn’t sleep much.

Anyways, lately my boyfriend and I had stayed at each other’s throats. He wasn’t a fan of my job and I wasn’t a fan of him being an outright jackass any time he didn’t get his way.

I had had this particularly awful case, a perfect hardworking family man killed because he was mistaken for someone else. It was terrible watching the man’s children cry, but what pissed me off was the defense attorney’s attempt at condoning what happened.

I came home absolutely irate, and my bastard boyfriend had already gone to bed when I got there. By then he had ceased trying to stay up for me so I didn’t really pay attention.

When I made my way up to the bedroom though I could have sworn I’d heard something. I had my hand placed tightly on my gun, ready to draw if needed. But as I got closer to the bedroom I was able to train my ears on what I heard.

Moaning. It was moaning I heard, a woman moaning. I could have slipped out quietly but that’s not really my style. I violently kicked open the bedroom door, turning on the light.

Immediately the pair sat up, the whore trying to cover herself with my bed sheets.

“Fucking really?” I questioned coldly. I had had so much of him, I didn’t even feel like yelling at that point.

He stammered something out about how I worked so much and I never had time for him or his needs.

“Listen, I don’t care. You have an hour to pack your shit and get the fuck out of MY fucking house.” I stated. “And take your slut with you.”

I turned on my heels, trying to fight back tears until I got out the door and back to the security of my car. The second I was back to my car I texted Elliot. I don’t know why, I just needed my friend.

To El 🤟🏻9:36 pm: “Hey... can you meet me at Giovanni’s? :(“

El 🤟🏻9:36 pm: “Yeah let me get dressed. You ok?”

To El 🤟🏻 9:40 pm: “Not particularly. Caught Isaiah in bed with another girl. Will give you the details later.”

El 🤟🏻9:40 pm: “Want me to just pick you up? You don’t need to be driving if you’re upset. Don’t want you to wreck.”

To El 🤟🏻9:41 pm: “Please 😢. You know the address.”

El 🤟🏻 9:41 pm: “On my way.”

About 15-20 minutes later Elliot’s car pulled up into my driveway, he got out and started making his way to my door when I stepped out of my car.

“Don’t bother, they’re still in there.” I said quietly as I stared at the ground, wiping my teary eyes.

Elliot turned to the sound of my voice, approaching to wrap me up in a hug.

“I should go and kick his ass just for making you cry like this..” he muttered under his breath as I buried my face in his chest.

“I just don’t get it... he said it was my fault...” I sniffled.

Elliot stroked my hair, shushing me as I cried. When I pulled myself together enough he ushered me to his car, he even turned the heat on and put on my favorite music.

I turned my body towards him as he drove, leaning my head against his shoulder. Elliot shook his head as I told him about the entire altercation, about everything that had been happening between me and my now ex boyfriend.

“A. It’s not your fault, he’s the one that decided he wanted to break your heart. B. I should still kick his ass.” He said sternly. He really was not a fan of him.

When we got to the pizza place Elliot parked but didn’t budge. I was still a sniffling mess with my head rested against his shoulder. Instead he took his left hand to stroke the side of my face, planting a kiss on the top of my head.

“Look, I don’t wanna take advantage because you’re in a really vulnerable spot right now. But you deserve a lot better than that. You’re worth so much more than how he treated you, I promise.” He whispered.

I looked up at him, “you mean...?”

He smiled down at me warmly, stroking the side of my face with his thumb. “Yeah, when you’re ready.”

I nodded my head as he hummed along to the music on the radio.

“When I’m ready. Hope that’s soon..” I thought to myself.

#elliot stabler #law and order svu #law and order: special victims unit #elliot stabler x reader #christopher meloni #chris meloni #elliot stabler imagine #elliot stabler fanfic

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Sentence Starters

“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!

ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” 

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

MISC

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.” 

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

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Dude... Really?

Ruzek!Sister x Reader

Soo.... I suck right but this was requested and I really hope you like it.

Ruzek!sister x Voight

It’d been about a month or two after first meeting Hank, we had spent a lot of time together and I really enjoyed being with him. Always a stoic man but he had a little soft spot for me, and he somehow made time for me no matter how crazy his day had been.

He was really like no other man I had dated previously, only problem being the whole he’s my brother’s boss thing. We hadn’t even told Adam about it. We figured we’d wait and see how things went first. Other than that- I was on cloud nine.

Hank had decided to come over for dinner that evening, he was all wound up from work when he got to my apartment, but that was nothing new.

He sat on the couch as he started to relax, I came up behind him to rub his shoulders for a moment before leaning down to give him a kiss on his cheek. He smiled a little bit at the attention, watching me as I came around to sit next to him.

“I missed you.” He said quietly as he held my hand, tracing the lines of my palm with his fingers. He’d been a little busy for the past couple days, of course I missed him but his job and his team needed him, and this was what I signed up for. It was alright, but I was glad he was there now.

“I missed you too,” I smiled as he bit his lip quietly. Hank wasn’t much of a talker and I was fine with that- neither was I. I just liked to appreciate his presence.

He smiled back warmly as he reached to put his arm around me and pull me closer, and I laid my head against his chest.

“You’re really warm,” I muttered, resting my hand on his belly. Hank twirled my hair in his fingers as he loved on me while watching the tv, we’d watch anything but the news.

I blushed a little when a sex scene came up on the tv, turning my face away and burying it in Hank’s chest to cover up how rosy my cheeks had turned. He laughed at the act, knowing I’d been a little shy about sex.

He ruffled my hair, kissing the top of my head. “Cmon sweetheart it’s okay” he chuckled. I looked up at him, giggling a little bit myself.

The moment grew quiet and he still stared at me, he looked at me like he was trying to memorize every little detail and all I could do was stare back. Like he was looking right through me.

He bit his lip, leaning his head down a bit so that his forehead leaned against mine. His free hand was brought up to rest against my jaw, his thumb gently tracing over my cheek, whispering “You know, I’m a very lucky man.”

We sat caught in the silence of that moment, I didn’t want to move and ruin it so I stayed frozen in place. I just wanted that moment to last as he planted a kiss on my lips. The way he held me there, the way he touched me I didn’t want him to let me go.

The moment he pulled away I pulled him back into another kiss, this one a little heavier, a little breathier than the last. When we pulled away I had this evil grin on my face, I bit my lip and Hank seemed a little surprised.

He raised his eyebrows as he tried to read my face,” You wanna...?” He questioned.

I nodded quickly, moving to straddle his lap as I spoke and gripping his shoulders to steady myself. “I’m ready baby, I want you.”

His eyes darkened, reaching up to grab a hand full of my hair as he returned to kissing me. It didn’t really hurt, but I knew he was in control. His lips left mine, traveling across my jaw and down my neck, eliciting a small moan as he found just the right spot.

His free hand roamed all over me, until I choked out a small “Hank baby please”. I just wanted him. On me.. in me. He smirked, moving his hands to hold me steady as he picked me up, my legs locked around his waist.

“Be good sweetheart, let’s take this to the bedroom” he whispered while I kissed at him and nibbled on his ear.

He nudged the door open, laying me down on the bed gently. He actually took a bit of care to not just throw me onto the bed. This was the first time I had been this intimate with a man in a long time, Hank knew this and I suppose he wanted to show me he knew how special that made the whole thing.

Before I knew it he was kneeling between my legs, I pulled his shirt off over his head. By then I was already halfway stripped and Hank was ogling at the lacey pale blue bra and panty set I had on.

Before I had a second to undress him any further he pushed me back, and pulling my panties off of me. To my surprise before I could move Hank pushed me so that I was laying back completely, and he wrapped his arms around each of my legs to hold them in place. He was slow and methodical, kissing down the inside of my thighs and just teasing enough to illicit a small whine from me.

Then all at once he ducked his head in between my thighs, working me over with his tongue. To say Hank was good at oral would be an understatement.

He hummed with contentment at my whimpers,”Gah...fuck baby that feels so good.” As I squirmed beneath his touch.

He took his time working me over, letting a free hand travel up to squeeze mine.

After this he leaned back on his knees, standing for just a second to relieve himself of his pants and boxers.

The second he freed himself from his remaining clothing my eyes grew wide, realizing that his cock was *that* big. I bit my lip as I grinned at him, he climbed on top of me but paused for just a moment.

“You’re ready for this?” He asked as he lined himself up with my entrance. I nodded , if there was anyone I wanted this with it was him. With one clean motion he thrust into me, he filled me up so well.

His thrusts into me were shallow at first, his breath heavy in my ear as he began to thrust deeper and deeper into me. I mewled his name, my legs wrapped around him to let him slam into me as deep as was possible. My nails scratched down his back the harder he slammed into me. “That’s right baby, Scratch my back... God you feel so good...” He grunted.

The pleasure he gave me was amazing, he’d transformed me into a soaked and moaning mess beneath him and I was loving every moment of it. I grew closer to the edge and as I did Hank’s thrusts got sloppier and more forceful.

He kept eye contact with me as we both neared our highs, I kept looking for him to give me some indication that I could cum. Finally when I felt like I was about to explode he nodded, pulling me into a kiss as I felt his cum spill inside me.

When we finally pulled away I grinned up at him, allowing him to fall beside me. “That was...”

“Wonderful” I finished his thought.

He smiled and pulled me into him, “yeah. Wonderful baby.”

He kissed the top of my head and pulled a blanket over us.

“I want you to be comfy,” he said.

We laid there for a while, kind of just enjoying each other’s touch before there was a knock at my door.

“Who the hell could that be?” Hank looked concerned

“You weren’t expecting someone?”

I shook my head no, and then came another knock at the door.

Hank got up, throwing some pants on and grabbing his gun before heading to the door.

“Wait here.” he instructed.

I’m not very good at following instructions though. I threw on a nightgown laying on the back of a chair and tried to lean my head around the corner to see who was at the door.

“Ruzek? What the hell are you doing here?” I heard Hank ask. Oh hell, Adam was here.

“Boss? What-what are you doing here? Why is your shirt off? Wait..” Adam sat with his mouth agape when I made my way to the door.

“Fucking seriously? You’re here screwing my little sister? Dude I thought you had more respect than that what the fu-“

“Adam shut the hell up and get your ass inside.” Hank commanded as he yanked him in the apartment.

“Boss seriously what the fuck? That’s my sister.” Adam kept raising his voice and I backed up, my anxiety beginning to be obvious.

“Adam, calm down. You wanna talk we can talk but you sitting here acting like a jackass is scaring her.” Hank’s voice was deep and you could tell he wasn’t playing games. I chewed on my lower lip, trying to keep my distance.

Hank took Adam and sat him on the couch, “Look, Adam. Your sister and I we’ve had a thing going for just a little while and we wanted to wait to tell you. Adam, she’s a special girl and you know I would never hurt her, but she’s an adult and she can choose who she wants to be with. And who she wants to be with right now is me. That’s something you’ve got to accept.” He said in a calm but stern voice.

Adam went to object but Hank stopped him to continue,” Adam, I’ll treat her right man.”

Adam looked back at me then at Hank.

“I’m not happy about this you know. At least... at least with you I know she’s safe I guess. Plus I know you and you know what I’d do if you ever laid a hand on her-“

“Adam, I know, I would never. I care about her too much for that... wait what were you even over here for anyways?”

Adam laughed, “I was gonna ask her if she was up for a blind date with one of

My buddies, guess that’s out of the question now.”

I laughed to myself a little bit before speaking up, “so... are we all okay now?”

Adam nodded and Hank motioned to me, “Yeah we’re okay sweetheart, c’mere.” I came to sit next to Hank and lay my head against his shoulder.

“We’re all good now, kid.” Adam assured.

#hank voight #hank voight x reader #hank voight fic

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So imma do a thing.

I’m gonna start writing for a show on history called Vikings. I really like it, idk if all of you like it but hey live and let live. I’ll still be writing for the shows I have previously, this will just be an addition ❤️

#vikings #vikings fic

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Hey Siri... Am I Pregnant?

Hank voight x Reader

Hahaha you know it it’s another voight fic, this time with a pregnancy 😬

“You’ve got to be shitting me” The doctor showed me the positive results on her clipboard. I was 5 weeks and three days pregnant. What the fuck? I thought I had the flu, Hank insisted on me going to the doctor because I had been ill for a couple of weeks no signs of getting any better or worse. “I guess that explains it.” I thought to myself.

He was supposed to come with me but he got called away for work last minute so I just drove myself.

“Howwww the hell am I gonna tell Hank this?” I thought as I paced back and forth outside my car. I drove to the district, Trudy let me up and called Hank to tell him to be expecting me.

“Hey sweetheart what’re you doing here? Is everything alright?” I nodded as he hugged me

“I’m okay, but can we speak in your office?” I whispered in his ear

He still frowned with concern as he ushered me past the desks of his team.

He practically looked like he could throw up as he quietly closed the door and turned to face me, “what’s going on? Are you okay?”

“Hank baby I told you I’m okay, why don’t you sit down.” I said as I twirled my wedding ring around my finger

Hank sat, looking as if he was bracing himself for some terrible news.

“So I went to the doctor...”

“Yeah?” He kept looking more and more worried as he tried to read my blank expression, I know he must’ve been thinking back to when his first wife was diagnosed with cancer. I wonder how she told him...

I digress, I took a breath before I just blurted out, “I’m uh... pregnant.”

His eyes lit up, a little surprised.

“Pregnant? You’re...” He said motioning to my belly.

“Yep. The doctor ran blood work on me, turns out I’m pregnant.”

He smiled a little bit, trying to cover his excitement from his team members who were not so discreetly trying to peek through the glass and shades to see what was up.

“How far along are you?” He said as he held his hand over his mouth

“5 weeks, 3 days” I said quietly

Hank gently leaned forward and drug my rolling chair closer to him so he could wrap me up in a hug.

When he pulled away he was grinning ear to ear, not even trying to hide it anymore. He had tears in his eyes.

“What do you think?” I asked

“I think I’m both the luckiest ...and happiest guy in the world right now sweetheart.” He said as he pressed his lips against my forehead.

I smiled more now, realizing he wasn’t upset or particularly frustrated. I sat in his office for about an hour, we sat talking about the baby, pinpointing when we must’ve conceived, all that type of shit.

When I figured it was about time for me to get home and start fixing dinner I asked Hank if he wanted to walk me to the car.

“Actually I think I might go home with you. I’m done here for the day, you know? I can cook dinner too if you’d like..” he said as he grinned and rubbed my back.

“I’d like that. I’ve missed you.”

“I know sweetheart, let’s head home.” He said as he grabbed his coat.

#chicago pd imagine #chicago pd #hank voight fanfiction #hank voight fic #hank voight imagine #hank voight x reader #hank voight fanfic #hank voight

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Sonny Carisi fic?

I know a lot if not all of my fics have been centered around Chicago pd... I’m just wondering if y’all would like a sonny Carisi fic? I’ve got one typed up and ready to post If y’all are interested

Edit: ADDITIONALLYYY if y’all have any requests please send them I love doing requested fics

#law and order svu #sonny carisi fic #sonny carisi fanfic #sonny carisi x reader

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Detective Chuckles pt 3

Okay so I’m just a slut for Jay fluff

Jay Halstead x reader

“Hey, is this seat taken?” Jay teased as he waltzed over lazily to my desk, dragging a chair from Ruzek’s desk along with him.

“Looks like it,” I winked as I smiled at him. “What’re you doing up here?”

“Case took a turn, we ended up finding the kid faster than we thought. The parents were having custody problems and the kid’s mom had him kidnapped so she could keep him. We ended up finding him held up in a hotel room with the mom.”

Jay always liked to tell me about their cases, I never got to see much of the action as it actually went down. All I got to do usually was reading over reports and getting warrants, that type of menial shit. He knew I liked to hear about the cases that had a happy ending though. It restored my faith in humanity a little to be reminded that good things still do happen.

“So the boy’s okay?”

“Yeah, he thought he was just on vacation with mommy.” Jay assured as he drummed his fingers on my desk.

“Good I’m glad. I hate when there’s kids involved. I’ll be right back,” I told him as I rose from my seat.

“Hurry back or I might start messing with your stuff” he teased.

I sauntered over to Voight’s office with my handy dandy Manila folder in hand, “Hey boss man can I get you to sign these couple of things for me? It’s just the last couple of reports from the bank robbery.”

“Yeah sure,” he signed but stopped me before I could turn to leave.

“So how’s things going with uh.. you two” he motioned to Jay.

“Oh things are fine, nothing to eventful. But I’m happy, Jay’s good to me. Even on particularly hard days.”

Voight doesn’t smile much but he did then, “mm. Good. He’s really crazy about you. He’s focused in the field but he’s always glad to come back to the office to you. He thinks about you a lot.”

I smiled at the thought, I knew that Voight thought of Jay like a son but I never thought that Jay would confide in him about me. Well, maybe I did but it just never came to mind.

“I won’t lie I do worry when y’all go out into the field, about all of you of course but I worry about him the most. I always say a little prayer when you guys walk out that door.”

“So do I.” He said quietly.

As I walked back to my desk Jay was using my stapler to shoot staples towards Atwater. He was goofy but I liked that he wasn’t always so serious. His smile made me feel all warm and fuzzy.

“Soooo I’ve got a proposition for you sweet cheeks.” He teased as I sat back in my chair.

“Oh yeah what’s that?”

“You stay at my place tonight... I order a pizza and we can stay in and watch a movie?” He gave me his best puppy dog eyes as he asked.

“Sure, that sounds great actually.” I smiled back at him, he looked like a kid on Christmas. Even after dating for around 4 ish months he still got so excited whenever I’d agree to hang out with him like it was our very first date.

After work was all done and over with Jay drove us home to his apartment with a quick pit stop at my house to grab some stuff to stay the night at his place. For whatever reason I found it charming that he’d go inside and sit with me while I got my things together instead of sitting outside in the truck.

An hour later we were cuddled up on his couch, watching Saw and eating pizza from this little mom and pop joint down the road. I liked nights in like that with Jay, just laid up on the couch and enjoying his presence.

For a moment I found myself staring at him, thinking about my conversation with Voight. I always worried about him at work, but I always knew deep down that he’d come back alright. That didn’t stop me, however, from staring at him trying to take in every detail of the moment.

I wanted to memorize his face, his actions, everything right down to his smile sometimes just Incase that would be all I had left of him at the end of the day.

“Whatcha looking at babe?” He smiled a little

“You.” He held my hand for a moment

“I like the way your hand fits in mine.” He blushed as he said it.

“I do too,” I whispered as I planted a small kiss on his cheek.

“I uh... I’m not good with words but these past few months have been great. You make me feel like I’m on top of the world you know.” He said as he looked down at our hands intertwined.

I stroked his cheek for a moment with my free hand,” I know babe.” I whispered. With that he pulled me closer into his chest and we laid there just like that, until the both of us drifted off to sleep at last.

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[phantomtrashbag]

When Skies Are Grey

Wooo so guys imma warn you this fic includes a past abusive relationship and nightmares and flashbacks being referenced. Nothing graphic but consider yourselves warned

Hank Voight x reader

I tossed and turned like crazy in my sleep, I couldn’t get away from the yelling, or the hitting. I couldn’t get away from him. Even though it was a dream it even felt like my ears were ringing from the screams of “you stupid bitch, why do you make me do this to you, you’re a worthless whore...”

When I finally woke up it was like I could breathe again but I could feel my own tears streaming down my cheeks and my stomach turn in knots. I sniffed and wiped my tears some but they just kept coming, I couldn’t even keep myself from crying from the nightmare. I shook Hank trying to wake him, it took a couple of tries until he finally turned over grumbling about how it was too early to go to work.

“No..not time for work baby... I had another nightmare..” I sniffed as I wiped my eyes again. Immediately Hank sat up wide awake, pulling me into his chest.

“Hey hey it’s alright baby. It’s gonna be alright, you’re safe.” His skin grew wet from the tears dripping down my face. Hank knew about my past, my abusive ex. Lots of nights had been spent like this after flashbacks or nightmares.

“Why am I like this?..” I looked at him, his face grew sad as he processed what I had just said. He grabbed my chin and looked me in the eye.

“Look at me, you are perfectly fine just the way you are. Everything that happened... wasn’t your fault. You’re not bothering me right now either okay? I meant it when I told you to wake me up when you have nightmares. Look at me, please don’t cry sweetheart’.”

“Please don’t stop hugging me right now..I think if you did I might fall apart..” I whimpered out as I buried my head in his chest, I felt Hank’s big hands wipe my eyes.

Hank didn’t know me when it had all happened, but he went absolutely ballistic when I told him about how my ex boyfriend used to scream in my face and smack me around when that didn’t work. For two weeks he hunted the guy down just to tell him if he ever came within a hundred feet of me, much less ever put his hands on me again, that he’d be a dead man. Ever since that Hank was dying for an excuse to lock the guy up for something, not like he wanted to be stuck in an interrogation room with Hank though.

Hank being Hank he never made me talk about it any more than I wanted to, but he always went out of his way to take care of me and make sure I knew I was safe with him.

“Shhh.. I’m here to protect you now baby. He can’t hurt you anymore. All of that is behind you now.” He whispered in his gravely sleepy voice as he kissed my forehead.

Hank rubbed my back as we laid there, quietly humming “you are my sunshine” in my ear as he lulled me back to sleep. He never went back to sleep though, he stayed up the extra couple of hours. “Just Incase you needed me.” He said

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[phantomtrashbag]

Detective Chuckles pt 2.

Jay Halstead x reader

Woooo lmk what y’all think guys. Depending if this goes well I might make a part three? Idk

10:30Am on the dot the knock knock Knock On my door came and upon inspection who could it have been but Jay.

“Two dates in less than 24 hours... what are the neighbors gonna say?” I teased as I swung the door open to greet him. He looked excited but 100% like he was up to something, concealing something behind his back.

“Whatcha got there?” I questioned as I tried to peer around him.

“Surprise, you wouldn’t believe how hard it is to get a wildflower bouquet in the city.” He said as he pulled out a beautiful haphazard collection of blue, white and purple wildflowers. My favorite, I had told him at dinner the night before.

“Oh Jay you shouldn’t have, they’re gorgeous” I exclaimed as I felt my cheeks flush. See, there was an important detail I had not told Jay.

“Ooh someone’s blushing” he teased as I lead him towards the dining room.

“I’ve never gotten flowers before.” I said shyly as my face continued to get hot.

“What? Nobody’s ever gotten you flowers?” He seemed surprised

“No nobody’s ever gotten me flowers before, I ought to go put them in some water though. They’re beautiful.”

As I turned to walk into the kitchen with the flowers he must have thought I didn’t hear him say quietly “not as beautiful as you..”

When I returned from the kitchen Jay was still standing there awkwardly, like he needed permission to sit at my table. “Sit deary it’s alright, sit wherever you like.” He took a seat at the head of the table, and I pulled my seat next to his.

I had French toast with strawberries on the side, plus eggs and sausage and some bacon fixed. I even went out on a limb and fixed some hash browns.

“This is all delicious... thank you for breakfast. I’d be lying if I said that I wasnt more excited to see you than I was to eat though. I was up at 5 this morning.”

He had obviously taken some time to get ready, he had a fresh haircut and smelt like good cologne. It reminded me of one such cologne I had smelt a long time ago called Bourbon.

He wasn’t overly dressed up, a comfy T shirt and jeans. He looked sharp even in normal street clothes though. Plus the obvious time he had taken to get me flowers told me that he wanted to make a good impression for our breakfast date.

His effort made me swoon a little, even if I was too bull headed to show it much.

“I was excited too, I’d been cooking since 8:30 this morning when you got here.” A moment of silence passed us by before he spoke.

“Sooo... two dates inside 24 hours you said. What do you think?”

“What do I think about what?”

He giggled a little as I cocked my eyebrow at him. “I don’t know... us dating?..” he blushed a little as he tried to gauge my reaction. “I talked to Voight about it and he says it’s up to us but he’s fine with it. He thinks you’re pretty great. I just ya know ... wondered what you thought about us “officially” being a thing?”

His face grew a deeper shade of red, the more he spoke the closer his face looked to the strawberries sitting on the table.

“You want me to be your official girlfriend?” I teased

“Yeah... I do. Just give me the chance I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.” The puppy dog eyes he was giving me did all the work for him.

“Alright Jay you got yourself a deal.” I hushed his apparent embarrassment as I stroked his hand.

“...you like me too?” He asked innocently

“Jay honey if I didn’t at least like you a little bit you wouldn’t be sitting in my house right now!” I teased as I stroked my thumb across his cheek

He smiled a little, “mission accomplished then?”

“Mission accomplished,” I said as I planted a kiss on his cheek.

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