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yourforgottenbookshelf · 3 months

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Undercover – Louis Vega x Detective!Reader

Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

Fandom: Chicago P.D. / One Chicago

Pairing: Louis Vega x Reader

Summary: The Reader is an undercover detective. However, after getting to know Louis, they develop feelings for each other.

Trigger warning: 18+ content

Word count: 557

Your tongue traced Louis’s abdomen veins as you slowly unbuckled his belt. He had a firm hold of your hair, and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were hella turned on.

“God, you’re so hot,” he breathed, tightening his grip on you. You felt your blood painting your cheeks red as if you were a high school girl that had just been invited to the dance by her secret crush.

When you suggested to Voight to go undercover, ending up in Louis Vega’s bed wasn’t exactly what you had in mind. However, to say you weren’t satisfied with how your night had progressed would be a lie.

He let out a moan as your tongue started making slow circles around the top of his dick. His pre-cum was already on your lips, and you couldn’t help but moan as well. Admittedly, you enjoyed giving him head as much as he enjoyed receiving it, if not more.

He grabbed the sheets when you proceeded to fit his full length in your mouth. Deepthroating was more difficult than expected, yet you blew him as if your life depended on it. He ejaculated hard into your mouth after a few minutes, and you swallowed every drop of it, feeling proud of yourself.

He was still breathless when you returned from the kitchen, two glasses of water in your hands. “Thank you,” he murmured, emptying it in seconds. You let out a soft chuckle as you slowly drank yours. His eyes were fixated on your bare skin until you finally placed the glass, half-full, on his nightstand.

He wasted no time getting on top of you. He softly kissed your neck while his fingers traced patterns on your thighs. By that point, you were a whimpering mess, practically begging him to fuck you.

It took about five thrusts for you to cum all over his cock, and you pleaded he’d go on until you couldn’t take it anymore.

Three rounds later, he laid exhausted next to you. Nothing could be heard apart from your shaky breaths and the raindrops hitting his window.

In that quiet moment, the weight of your underground work pressed upon you, as you realized the lines between professional and personal life had completely blurred.

Louis turned to you, his eyes carrying a mixture of exhaustion and something deeper- an unspoken connection which went beyond the confines of your role.

“I’d love if we kept seeing each other,” he simply said.

You met his gaze, a surge of conflicting emotions rushing through you. The clandestine nature of your work made relationships dangerous, but in that moment, it felt like the rules didn't apply. The connection between you two seemed to defy the constraints of your undercover identity.

A soft smile touched your lips, and you nodded, your heart heavy with the weight of unspoken feelings. "I'd like that too," you admitted, realizing that the lines between your secret life and the potential for something real had become even more blurred.

As the rain continued to tap against the window, a silent agreement hung in the air—a shared understanding that, despite the risks, the connection between you and Louis was something worth exploring beyond the confines of your undercover role.

#carlos miranda #carlos miranda x reader #one chicago #one chicago imagines #chicago pd #chicago pd imagines #chicago pd x reader #louis vega #louis vega chicago pd #louis vega x reader #chicago pd fanfiction #carlos miranda fanfiction #theo ruiz #theo ruiz x reader #theo ruiz imagines

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annemiek19 · 2 years

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Visiting him on set - Jesse Lee Soffer

Being the girlfriend of an actor wasn’t always easy. He was gone for most of the day, and sometime you wouldn’t even see each other for a whole day. He would come home so late that you were already in bed. Jesse Lee Soffer is your boyfriend, and he is currently filming the newest season of Chicago P.D. You moved to Chicago with him so you would be closer to him, but most of the time, you were by yourself.

This week had been the busiest so far. They had scenes which they had to shoot at night, but they would also shoot scenes during the day. It had been two days since you had seen your boyfriend. After a long day, he decided to sleep in his trailer for a few hours before they had to start filming again. You texted when he had time, but it wasn’t the same. You just wanted to see him, even if it was for 5 minutes.

Today you decided to visit the set. You always had access, so you could go whenever you wanted. Walking towards the trailers, it was quiet. You would see if Jesse was here. Otherwise, you would look around.

“Y/N,” Tracy, who played Hailey Upton, smiled as soon as she saw you. “What are you doing here?”

You hugged her. “I’m looking for Jesse. I just wanted to see him, so I decided to stop by.”

“So cute. I think he’s in his trailer. We just wrapped up another scene.”

“Thanks. I’ll talk to you later.” You made your way to Jesse his trailer. You knocked before you opened the door. Jesse looked up from the bed, and his eyes lit up as soon as he saw you.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

You kicked off your shoes and laid down next to Jesse. “I came to see you,” you said before kissing him.

“God, I missed you,” he mumbled.

“I missed you too. How is it going so far?”

Jesse wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer. “Good. I only have one more scene before I have two days off. I now have a two-hour break before I head back on set.”

“Good. The apartment is quiet without you.”

“I doubt that. You probably have the music a little bit louder.”

You chuckled. “You know what I mean.”

“How have your days been? Probably more exciting than mine.”

“You shoot people for a living. I stayed home and read some books. I went grocery shopping and book shopping.”

“Another one?”

“Three, actually.”

“My goodness, you have a problem,” Jesse laughed.

“I can’t help it. Those books were just screaming my name.”

Jesse laughed. The two of you continued talking for a while until you were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“You decent?”

“Depends on how you define that,” Jay yelled back.

The door opened, and Nick Gehlfuss, who played Will Halstead, stepped into the trailer. “Y/N! I haven’t seen you in a while!” Nick hugged you and sat on the end of the bed.

“Yeah, way too long. You should come over for dinner when you have time!”

“I would love to! Are you here to annoy Jesse?”

“Always. Two days without torturing him was just too long.”

Nick laughed. “I bet. Sorry to break up the party then, but they need us sooner.”

“Alright. Let’s go,” Jesse said. He turned to you. “You want to watch?”

“Yes.”

#imagine #one shot #jay halstead #jay halstead imagine #jesse lee soffer #jesse lee soffer one shot #chicago pd #jay halstead one shot #one chicago #chicago pd one shot #chicago pd imagine #jesse lee soffer imagine #jay halstead x y/n #jay halstead x reader #one chicago x reader #chicago pd x reader

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adoreeenina · 19 days

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🌷🌸”The tough experiences in life are what make us girls prettier”🌷🌸

‘Welcome”

-Avatar-

•I Wanna Be Yours

(Ongoing)

-(Recom! Miles Quaritch x Sully! Reader x Recom! Lyle Wainfleet)

•In which two recombinants falls for the eldest daughter of Jake Sully.

•I Loved Her First

(Coming soon)

-(Recom! Miles Quaritch x Avatar! Reader) (Past! Human! Lyle Wainfleet x Human! Reader)

•”you were supposed to be mine”

-Chicago P.D.-

•Darlin Can I Be Your Favorite

(Coming soon)

-(Sargent Hank Voight x Latina! Thick/Curvy! Reader)

•“Do you have a thing for older men or something?”

•Forbidden Attraction

(Coming soon)

-(Hank Voight x Plus size! Justin’s ex girlfriend! Reader)

•”There’s something about you that’s so fucking addictive.”

#masterlist #I wanna be yours #I loved her first #darlin can I be your favorite #forbidden attraction

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dangerpronebuddie · 18 days

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Nine people you'd like to get to know better

Tagged by @ronordmann thank you darling!🥰💜

Last song: Haunted by Taylor Swift

Favorite color: pink! (The other day I felt like Sharpay Evans. Pink phone case, pink nails, pink travel mug, etc. It was excessive 😅😁)

Currently watching: 9-1-1 (no surprise there 😁). I'm watching the new season while also rewatching season 6 with dad. Also The Rookie. I need to watch Chicago P.D. (haven't started the new season yet). Shakespeare and Hathaway.

Sweet/savory/spicy: spicy! Sweet is a close second, but I do love spicy food.

Relationship status: this pringle is very single 😊

Current obsession: my blorbos don't let me rest for a moment. I was awake for 43 hours when 7x04 aired. I'm exhausted still.

Last thing you googled: accidental in music

Tagging: @loveyouanyway, @lover-of-mine, @monsterrae1, @bidisasterbuckdiaz, @tizniz, @thekristen999, @daffi-990, @wikiangela, @steadfastsaturnsrings 🥰🩷

#tag game #Spotify

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maryannecrimsworth · 1 year

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Trainwreck

Pairing: Hailey Upton x OFC! Elizabeth "Ellie" O'Hara

Summary: O'Hara's undercover case is finally done: the attack was tracked, the boys were identified and the school got evacuated at time. But the teacher, Mrs. Baker --- Ellie's cover --- was caught by the last shooter. And he knows what she had done.

Author's note: Last week, many teenage boys attempted to attack schools of my country. They were stopped. Yet, I had this nightmare on April 20th, and I couldn't get it out of my mind ever since. I wrote this in order to get rid of my thoughts, and to thank all the police offers and people involved who were able to stop the attacks and help amidst all the violence and sorrow.

Warnings: violence; shooting; mention of school shooting; crying; panic attack

It felt cold. Icy. Empty.

It trembled and faltered as I tried to keep standing. The only thing I felt was my spine: the cold running up and down by it. I did not feel my skin, nor the tears soaking my face. I felt the cold, of my body and of the gun, aimed to my forehead, brushing it ever so slightly.

The kid did not even know to hold it. But he screamed and screamed – I could not understand what. He had said it, repeated it a dozen times, but I didn't reply. I heard the silence amidst his shouts: I knew what sound was about to emerge, and I waited for it.

It was the only thing that kept from bending down and begging for mercy. I felt limbs trying to make me knee, but I fought back. I fought, with my eyes closed and empty body, while his screams spread all over the classroom. Chairs and tables were thrown in my direction, yet I did not see it. Were they threats? Were they aiming at me, just like his gun?

A loud sound stopped his voice from rising again: his face turned white for a moment, then he smiled.

"It has begun." He spoke proudly. The revolver touched my forehead again. "You were useless. You are useless." The gun clicked, smoothly. "Your fucking traitor bitch."

"CHICAGO P.D!" The sound came as a divine response to him. The sound I waited so long for. "DROP THE GUN!"

I could hear him gasping. Finally, I could hear him – and I could feel my body. The cold was still there, but a burst of energy moved my arms in his direction. His panic became worse than mine – his hand faltered, and he nearly shot my head; if not for the sudden move I had made, I would be dead. The board behind me was hit and broken, the kid jumped with the powerful feeling of the gun kick in his hand and dropped it. It fired again, and hit a chair in the room. The metal echoed as the chair fell into pieces.

He was not strong. He could not be – he was a weak and small teenage boy, too tiny to fight back; bold enough to use a gun instead – he was a shooter. A bullied kid. A coward, in pain. I've seen it during all the months I've spent in his class, in his school – I became his teacher, in order to save him. Or to stop him.

But, today, he was no longer a victim. No longer a sad, suffering boy. Today he was a monster, a furious man, willing to kill. He had followers spread in the school. Followers that were now arrested, or killed. He was seconds away from paying for his crimes – for his plan to revenge and to murder.

He knew that he had lost. He knew that it was over. And all his rage came to the surface at once – he roared like a beast, and jumped over me as the steps reached the hallway.

He stretched and punched me, wildly, blindly, and I held his arms. I looked at his eyes as he screamed at me: his eyes. His eyes were...different. They didn't belong to my student, to a shy kid – they were violent. Vile. Evil. My body froze as I stared into his soul – it was like looking at the devil himself.

My ears sizzled while blood started to pop up from his blows. His fingernails pierce through my skin – he wasn't trying to escape from my hands. He was trying to hurt me. I could see it in his eyes: he wanted to kill me.

I did not hear the sound of the police stepping into the room. I did not hear her warnings. I did not hear the shot.

I only felt his weight and body in my hands.

Someone pulled me away – his body fell without my support. Lifeless. I wasn't able to hold him. I wasn't able to help him. No one was. Not anymore.

The kid was dead.

"They're fine. They're fine." A voice tried to calm me down. Its hands moved me away, but my eyes stayed on the floor. On him. "The school was evacuated." Sargeant? It was him? Voight stopped the shouting? "No one got hurt." The cold came back. My spine -- the only thing I felt -- trembled and shuddered. I fell. I did not feel my knees hitting the ground. "Look at me!" His blood was spreading over the floor. I was too far away to touch it. The officers around him shook their heads in sync. An ambo was not needed. He was dead. "Look at me!"

"He's dead." I mumbled. "I did it– I did not–" I crawled towards him – the coldness moved me forward, the despair shook and drove me. "Jimmy is dead. Oh my god." My chest was crushed -- my own weight was too heavy. I fell again. "What have I done?"

"You saved a whole school." There were hands holding me. Keeping me from the bloodied floor and curious eyes of other officers. "Listen to me! You saved dozens of children. You saved them. You hurted no one." I wasn't able to look at him anymore. Someone was in front of me. "Look at me, O'Hara. Look at me." My gaze focused on the person ahead. Hailey wasn't shaking as I was. Her grip felt strange in my skin. "You did great. Everyone's safe because of you." She was smiling. Trying to. "You listened? You saved all of them."

"Not all." Her touch helped me to feel something besides the coldness. Soon I felt my body and I was able to control it again. I stood up. I walked away. I left the classroom with Hailey Upton's arms around my shoulders. She made me move. She made me, finally, step away from the kid. From the shooter.

His image was confusing in my head and heart – I was satisfied and sad at the same time.

I could not cheer as the rest of the police officers. I could not be glad because of my "good job". I could not accept Voight's compliments.

"Can I go home?" I asked as soon as he finished explaining the last details of the procedure. The numbers of dead and imprisoned. I watched all of them during the last months – I knew all of them. And I did not want to know. "Is it over?"

Part of the team widened at me, but Hank did not react. He nodded. So I left.

"Stay with her." He told Upton.

"Sarge, I don't think–" Kim said immediately.

"It's okay." Hailey cut her off. "I'm good."

"You're exhausted." Kim argued. "And so is O'Hara. It's–"

"Burgess." Hank deadpanned. "They both go, the rest of you will finish the inquest." The sargeant looked at all of them. "Now."

I think my mom was right. She said to me "You don't have to be a teacher. There's another way of helping people." She was a teacher herself, and I saw how hard it was. But I loved it – to teach, to guide. A teacher can change someone's life, and they have changed mine. So I wanted to do it too.

I still don't know how I ended up being a cop. She didn't approve of it either, nor did my dad.

What has changed?

What has changed since my mom's time?

She was never afraid of this. Her school was safe.

What has changed?

I didn't know what it was, but I recognized it. I felt it. It made me a cop and, yet, I didn't know how to stop it.

This time, however, somehow I did it. I stopped it.

Did I?

The kid was dead.

My student. My student was dead.

And there were so many others. There will continue to be, because of them — the ones I also taught. The bullys. No one could really blame them — they didn't shoot at anyone. But the pain in the boy's gaze started somehow. Somewhere.

So that was the way to stop it? To prevent kids from being stupid and committing mistakes?

Were they truly innocent kids?

The coldness of Chicago hit my face. I soon realized where I was: the streets were empty, but the neighborhood was familiar.

I had a house there. Not really me, but my cover did — the Mrs. Baker did. Some students also lived there. Right now, they were sitting in their living room, watching the news about the failed school shooting attempt. Watching about the casualties and how an anonymous tip saved the whole school.

Anonymous.

No one could know I did it. Besides the intelligence unit and some police officers, no one knew I was more than a teacher. Now I'm not even it. The cover was gone — the task was concluded.

My house would be empty by the weekend. My belongings — the teacher's belongings — would be given away.

I have no place to go.

The streets are still empty.

The question echoes in the air as I hear gasps and voices coming from the houses.

No one comes out. No one talks to anyone. The neighborhood remains frightened and lonely.

What has changed?

Hailey Upton rushed to the parking lot as soon Burgess stopped talking. In a blink of an eye, the barely moving undercover officer disappeared in the school hallways. There were cameras and journalists in the surroundings, and police men keeping them away. Some curious students and teachers were watching. Yet, O'Hara was nowhere to be found. This was usual since Hailey's and Ellie's academy days, but this time was different. This time Ellie was shaking and zoning out, totally detached from reality. Hailey had never seen her like that — therefore she didn't know what her long-date colleague was capable of.

She was supposed to be happy. Relieved, at least — but O'Hara looked more disturbed than ever.

Hailey arrived at the parking lot. Ellie's car was not there.

Ellie was not there.

"Upton!" A strong voice called from behind. "Hold on a bit."

Hailey turned back and saw Atwater approaching.

"I've got some news." He announced. "Her lead was right. There was a group." He smiled. "The police from neighboring towns already arrested the shooters."

"Any victims?"

"None. She might have saved hundreds of kids. O'Hara has to know it."

"Yes. I hope it will help her." Upton moved back. "Thank you, Atwater."

Has to know it. The phrase repeated inside Hailey's head. She has to, because she doesn't know it — the look in her eyes earlier, the way she glanced at the shooter. She was guilty.

And she would try to help until she succeeded.

Upton knew exactly where she was.

I didn't want to make a scene. I didn't want anyone to know. There were already a pair of detectives bringing up the news to her. Her kid was dead, and I heard her crying the moment she figured it out.

I wanted to step in. I wanted to go closer and say to her "I'm sorry." I am sorry.

No one else, no matter how tiny and close to each other the houses were, moved in the neighborhood. Part of it already knew: his face was already in the news. But no one walked outside. No one walked to her.

I did.

I used the open door and walked into the living room as I listened to the detectives speaking further into the house. Her sobs led me to a hallway. I stood there, between the two doors: in the left, the police men spoke and investigated his bedroom; in the right, her bedroom and screams, begging for her son. I stepped to the side, in her direction, and I was about to reach the hallway when my body froze again.

The coldness in the spine, the insensitive skin. Then, suddenly, the same hard grip that held me from the ground now held me again: the strong hands drove me away and out of the house, in complete silence. I could not fight it.

"Ellie." The voice spoke. "What are you doing? What are you thinking?"

"She--" I mumbled. "She needs a tissue." I stepped back to the house, but it held me again.

"No! You're done with this, you hear me?" I shook my head, trying to free myself. "You're done with it, Ellie, you can't get involved."

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why am I done?"

Hailey stared straight at me, and forced me to do the same: her gaze was confused and intense, it looked for an explanation and logic.

"They are all safe. All the schools of the region. You did it, you saved them."

"I failed him."

"You stopped a school shouting." She argued back.

"He's dead." I sobbed. The cold spread over my face, my cheeks got soak because of the salty tears. "Why couldn't I stop him? Why did he do it?

"Ellie–"

"I can't--"

"Ellie!" She shook me. I could no longer feel her grip, no matter how tight it was: now, I felt a different type of pinch. It suppressed my lungs, and the words coming out my mouth were nothing more than shaky breaths.

I couldn't breathe.

"It doesn't matter. You have to breathe." I closed my eyes and retreated, but her hands kept me from moving away. There was warmth in my face. "You're losing your mind."

"Please!," I breathed out. "Please, Hailey, just tell me why."

"You're asking the wrong question" I could hear a weak laugh. "as always."

I sniffed and tilted in response.

"The right question is: how do we stop it?" I grunted, but she went on. "And you did it. You stopped it. That boy chose this and there was nothing you could possibly do."

"He was my student." I broke down: Hailey hugged me and held me up. "He was–"

"I know, I know." She whispered. "You did your best. They're good now. Please, calm down." I was shaking under her embrace. "Please, come back."

I cried out loud as the police kept arriving at the scene: at the shooter's house. Upton stopped me from getting involved, just like she has done so many times before – she drove me away from the neighborhood. She drove me to a place I have never been before.

I just understood where I was when my blurred eyes gazed at the empty kitchen and messy living room.

"Is that–"

"It's okay." Hailey cut me off and quickly gathered the blanket over the couch. "Jay's away. Army's mission."

"I didn't–" I shook my head and stepped back. "I shouldn't stay."

"It's okay." She kindly smiled at me. "That's why I'm here, remember?"

"To stop my trainwreck of thought?"

She laughed as I remembered her stupid phrase from our academy days.

And then she repeated:

"To stop your trainwreck of thought."

Author's note for @wordsandupstead , @poppadom0912 , @amsgrey: I just wanted to show this to somebody. I'm not sure if I will write about One Chicago again, but I needed to do this.

#hailey upton #hailey upton x original character #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd x reader #hank voight #kim burgess #kevin atwater #adam ruzek #jay halstead #school shooters #original character #tribute to police

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sande5098 · 2 years

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Flight

Kim Burgess x fem. Reader

Summary: Kim asks you to help with a case and you make a big announcement.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1045

Gif not mine*

F/L/n - former last name

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“Come on N/n, please we need you for this case. You’re our last hope.” Your Wife begged, and you sighed your frustration through the phone. “Tell me what you need me to do again.”

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You had met your wife through a commercial flight that you had done together, her as an Air Hostess and you as the co-pilot, who was also an ex-Air corps pilot. You both hit it off at the bar with one too many drinks and ended up sharing a hotel room since you had both gotten so drunk that you ended up in the same room. And that’s how your relationship began, a couple years after that, you both got married and Kim told you that she wanted a career change. When she told you that she wanted to be a cop, you flipped to say the least. But no matter her choice you accepted it, she was your wife and if she was happy then so were you.

Her career as a cop and your’s as a pilot we’re not easy to work around, but you always made sure to take the same furlough off so you could spend at least a bit of time together.

You hated leaving Kim in Chicago by herself, you also hated leaving without her and not being back in Chicago for a week. And you couldn’t lie that it did put a bit of a strain on your relationship, but you two always came back for each other and that was what counted.

So whenever Kim asked you for a favour, you knew you couldn’t turn it down even if you wanted to and even if it was illegal. The pilot who was supposed to fly them out to New York had a family emergency. “What am I flying then?” You asked just so you would know and what controls it worked on. “It’ll be a Hawker 400XP, you good with that? Or we could always grab one off your friends airline company.” You hummed, while you had never flew one of them you had flew something like it, “no it’ll be okay, when do I need to be there by and where are we flying from and to?” “9 O’clock tonight at Chicago P.D’s Air Field to New York, I’ll have more details for you when we get there.” You nodded and yawned, “best get an early sleep then since I have to be up in two hours, I’ll be on the ground at 8:30pm meet me there, I want to spend a little time with my wife.”

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You were at the air field at 8:30 like you had said you would be with your small hand luggage, Kim arrived a little after you and she gave you a peak of the lips. You smiled at her, “last hope then?” Quoting their conversation “get off your high horse Y/n,” she laughed, slapping the back of your head lightly.

You both started walking towards the private jet that would be being used to draw in the criminals that would be doing the meet with the team to give information on a gang fight as long as he was out of state. “You think your ready to take this on?” You gave Kim a look that said, ‘really?’ And she smiled lightly, “yes I’m ready to take this on and meet your co-workers or whatever. Are you ready?” She grinned at you, pushing her soft lips on yours and into an intoxicating kiss. “More than ready, love.”

You smiled back at her as you both continued to walked to the plane.

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Whenever you got into the planes cabin, you saw Kim’s co-workers waiting with the suspect, “This is my contact, Y/n.” Kim introduced you, and you smiled, except your eyes met another man’s and you could recognise him anywhere. “Halstead?” You furrowed your eyebrows at the man, “F/L/n? Surprised you remember me from Afghanistan. How’s civilian life treating you?”

You nodded, “The normal, ya know. Would guess it would be about the same for you.” He nodded, and the air became awkward. “F/n, Kim filled me in on the details.” You started, purposely not introducing yourself with your last name. “Sergeant Hank Voight, this is my team. Halstead and Burgess you know apparently. This is Upton, Atwater and Ruzek.” They shook your hand and you smiled back at them. “Pleasure to meet you all. If you don’t mind, can I get started, just want to run the standard checks for fuel and tire’s.” “Voight nodded, if there’s anything you need just talk to Burgess, she’ll get you sorted.” You smiled, “I don’t doubt it.”

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When it came time to start making your way towards the runway, you started your general talk that you would on a commercial flight, “good evening people, my name is Y/n Burgess and I will be your captain for tonight.” You were smirking through the introduction and you knew you could hear some commotion in the cabin. “I’ll guess you know all the rules of flying but if you don’t… just read the card in front of you it has all the information you need. Now let’s get this party started.”

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As you made your way off the plane, Kim was waiting for you as was the rest of the team. “Burgess really?” You smiled at Jay, “yeah, we’re married” you said, showing your ring to them. Kim showing the one that she kept on a chain round her neck. Adam gaped at Kim, “how long was this a secret for?” Kim shrugged, “like 7 years.” She looked at you for conformation and you nodded. “And to think I tried to get with you..” Adam muttered under his breath, no one paying any attention to him.

Soon enough, you were heading home with Kim’s hand in yours her fingers intertwined with yours. She kissed you quickly as you got to the car and let you sit in the passenger seat, so you both could drive home and head to your soft bed for some much needed together time.

#female reader #reader insert #one chicago #chicago pd #hank voight #jay halstead #adam ruzek #chicago pd fanfiction #kim burgess #kim burgess x reader #one chicago masterlist #kim burgess x female reader #hailey upton #kevin atwater #sande5098

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gacmediadaily · 3 months

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Movieguide ®, the number one family review service for movies and television shows, has officially announced the nominees for its 31st Annual MOVIEGUIDE® Faith & Values Awards Gala & Report to the Entertainment Industry. Hosted by Great American Family stars Trevor Donovan and Danica McKellar, the Awards Gala will take place on Friday, February 9th at the iconic Avalon Theatre in Hollywood and will broadcast on Great American Family later this spring.

“Last year we saw a lot of strong and inspiring films and TV on the big screen and in the comfort of your living room, and we are excited to celebrate various bodies of work and talent,” says Robby Baehr, Movieguide® CEO. “To then be able to have the Awards Show broadcast on Great American Family is icing on the cake. We all share aligned visions to inspire and bring home to viewers, so this partnership is a perfect synergy.”

The event will honor the Best 2023 Movies for Mature Audiences, the Epiphany Prizes for the Most Inspiring Movie and Television Program, The Faith & Freedom Awards for Movies and Television, and the Grace Awards for Most Inspiring Performance in Movies and Television.

“The Movieguide Awards focuses on honoring quality family-friendly entertainment that deliver strong and inspiring faith-filled stories of faith, hope, joy, and redemptive love,” added Movieguide founder and publisher Dr. Ted Baehr. “We are excited to celebrate another year of honoring entertainment with faith and values.”

Here is the list of nominees for the 31st Annual Movieguide® Awards, in alphabetical order:

EPIPHANY PRIZE® MOVIES

AFTER DEATH

BIG GEORGE FOREMAN

JESUS REVOLUTION

JOURNEY TO BETHLEHEM

ON A WING AND A PRAYER

EPIPHANY PRIZE® TELEVISION

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A PARIS CHRISTMAS WALTZ

A THOUSAND TOMORROWS: Episode 1.3

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WONKA

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BOYS IN THE BOAT

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TETRIS

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Joel Courtney

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Fiona Palomo

Joel Smallbone

ON A WING AND A PRAYER

Dennis Quaid

GRACE PRIZE® FOR TELEVISION PERFORMANCE

A THOUSAND TOMORROWS: Episode 1.1-1.3

Rose Reid

DIVINE INFLUENCER

Jason Burkey

A CHRISTMAS BLESSING

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Jesse Hutch

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