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quartzalynlove · 7 months

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The Hands We're Dealt

Pairing: Cherokee bill x black fem reader

Summary: Bill wanders into your town just to see you

Warnings: angst and use of the n word

A/N: finally watched The Harder They Fall and I still can't resist a man played by my future husband

It hadn't been your week recently. After all the years, the law was finally catching up to you and your gang. After all you sacrificed to build this town where your people could prosper, the man was finally coming to collect.

It started with the law responding just a bit too quick after your hits. That morning, a general of the U.S. army stepped into your town and gave the gang until next week to disperse before his men dealt with you themselves.

You sat with your brothers and sister that had been with you from the start. You would never surrender to the white man, but there was still only so much longer you could run. If there was one thing you hated, it was running, but even if you killed the whole fleet of troops the army sent, you'd never be safe in your town again. Your name would be all over the west.

Tina got your attention, the first to provide a solution instead of just talking about finding one.

"Law's not bad just two counties south from. We could set up there."

You waved your hand dismissively, reaching for the glass of whiskey on your desk.

"The further we run the further they'll spread. Do we keep runnin' til we're in the goddamn ocean?"

The room fell silent as defeat finally sunk into the air. At this rate, the only thing that could help you was a night in the saloon.

Suddenly, the call of a bird echoed into the night, and the corners of your mouth twitched. Everyone looked around curiously.

"That damn bird again."

"Where does it come from?"

They'd only hear it about once a week, but no one ever managed to see it. However, you knew exactly where to find that bird.

You stood from your chair, breaking the murmurs of confusion. "Y'all turn in; I'll deliberate overnight. Keep your senses sharp and your spirits high. I'll die before I let this town burn."

Everyone gave you a nod as they walked out. No matter how stern and sure you were, they all knew what was coming for them. In the empty room, you let out a heavy sigh before downing the rest of your drink.

Bill had waited a while at the back of your office building. Just as he was about to call again, you finally met him, walking slow as the distance closed between you.

"Cherokee Bill," you all but whispered. "In my town?"

A small smirk rested on his face as he leaned against the building. "I must've lost my way, ma'am."

You stared into each other's eyes for a moment before leaning into each other. Bill's hand rested on your hip as he kissed deep into you, hungry for you. You knew that kiss, and you knew the look in his eyes when you pulled away.

"How's Trudy?" You asked.

Bill shrugged. "Still Trudy."

"And Buck?"

"Do you really care?" Bill gave a dry chuckle

"No," you shook your head. "But I need somethin' to talk about, and I can't count on you for that."

Bill smiled as he crossed his arms. "I'm fine, by the way."

You mimicked him as an act of defiance. "I know you are; you better be."

"How are you?" Bill asked sincerely.

There were so many ways you could answer him, but what was Bill going to do about it? Even though you weren't fine, after those fifteen minutes he'd go back to his town and you'd go back in yours to fight your own battles.

"I'm fine," you said. "Need a favor though."

"Anything."

You stiffened a bit in front of Bill. Meeting like that was supposed to be a chance to unwind for the both of you, but you couldn't afford to not think of your work.

You looked up, staring Bill in the eye. "Next time Buck gets a score, make sure it ain't my fuckin' money."

Bill looked down and nodded slowly. A week ago, Buck's gang robbed a train whose company was in business with you, and Buck knew it. You hated how Buck pushed every other gang around like they weren't his people with his goals. He may have been big enough to get away with it, but you weren't going to let your buttons get pushed again.

Bill started to reach into his coat, "That's right," he pulled out two stacks of cash and held it out to you. "Here, it's my cut."

Just managing to hold back your scowl you lashed out at Bill. "I don't need your money, Bill."

"You just said it was yours." He went back at you in that exasperated tone that irritated you.

"And now it ain't," you couldn't yell and get caught with Bill in your town, but the intention came across crystal clear. "The last thing I need from you, Bill, is your pity."

Bill squeezed his eyes shut and faced up at the sky as a frustrated sigh left his lips.

"Take the money, Y/N," he stretched his hand further, his jaw visibly clenched. "You think I agreed with Rufus takin' that money from you. I'm just tryna make somethin' right."

Your face was stone as you huffed at Bill before snatching the money out of his hands, not waiting until later to count through it.

"What's the matter with you," he asked sincerely, scanning over you as if he'd find the answer in your features. "We're not in trouble, are we? I'd rather you step into Redwood and shoot me than let me ride all the way out here to chew my ear off."

As you put the money inside your own coat pocket, you dropped your shoulders. You were still livid, but you stopped directing it at Bill.

"Seventy grand, Bill. That's how much y'all took from me," you waved his finger at him. "I can't run my town off two grand and bank heists. I'm runnin' out of white folk to rob this far west."

Bill nodded in understanding as he brought a hand to your arm. "I know, baby, and I'm sorry."

His hand traveled the length of your arm, and your gaze finally softened. Seeing your curls in the moonlight, Bill brought his other hand to cup your cheek as he leaned in to kiss you once again.

You loved Bill more than anything. In a perfect world it would just be you two as outlaws together. But your hands were already dealt, and you had to see them through the end of the game.

With his hand snaked around your waist, Bill pulled you flush against his body; your hat fell to the ground as you put your arms around his neck. Softly, he pushed you against the wall as his hands and lips started to travel. As he started to push your coat off, he felt your hands on his chest.

"Bill," you called him, staring into those big brown eyes that you knew held your reflection inside. "The army's after me."

A worried crease put itself between Bill's brows. "The army."

"Yup," you said softly before picking your hat off the ground. "General gave us a week before he came back to shoot us niggas down himself. We're thinkin' of runnin'"

"To where?" Bill asked knowing the same thing you did.

"I don't know where, but..."

Bill called your name, and you knew by the look on his face exactly what he was about to say. Usually, he was only dumb enough to say it half drunk off his liquor or love for you.

"Don't you look at me like that, Bill."

As if he knew how stupid what he was thinking was he hesitated before speaking. "I want you to be safe; you and your folks."

You got angry again, stepping closer towards Bill. "And we'll find a way, but I am not moving to Redwood."

Bill just shook his head. "If I talk anymore, you'll shoot me."

"Then hold your tongue."

But he couldn't. Bill couldn't leave your town without trying everything in his power to keep you safe. He knew this ended with you dead, and so did you. For the past few years, a good part of his world lied with you, and he didn't know what he'd do if he lost it.

He said it anyway, talking fast so you didn't have long to act on your reactions. "We've got more men, more resources, and half the state's law work for us. You'd be safe in Redwood."

Bill was right; you were stuck between smacking him across the face or putting a bullet in his leg, but you stayed still with your hands balled in fists.

"Who the hell do you think you're talkin' to?"

"The woman I love—"

"Shut your mouth." The distance closed between you and Bill again, but this time the air around you turned threatening.

"I'll put a bullet in my own head before I work for Rufus Buck, stealin' from and killin' my own kin."

"Buck is building a promised land." Bill remained calm.

You spoke through clenched teeth. "He is building a dictatorship."

Bill looked away and put some distance between you two, "I don't wanna lose you, Y/N." Was all he said with a tired voice.

"But you don't ever think about what I'd lose," your words bit. "You want me to tell my gang that we'll follow the orders of the man who wronged us, and we were forced to wrong back? You ain't thick in the head, Bill."

Bill had nothing to say for himself. He thought it best just to let you talk yourself out.

"You said you didn't agree with Buck stealing from me, yet once we're done here, you'll go running back right to him."

"If I leave Rufus, I'll be on the run for the rest of my life."

"You think I can't protect you?" You cocked your head to the side.

"And what about the army," Bill started to lose his temper. "I want you in my life, Y/N. Since that shoot out in Odessa, all I've wanted is to see you next to me in the morning and take a ride out with you at night. I know how selfish I am to ask you this, but I don't care."

Your lips were in a tight line as a shuddering breath escaped you and tears pricked your eyes.

"You think I don't want the same? Sometimes all I can wonder is how easier things would be if you were here, but these are the hands we've been dealt. You make all this talk about choices, but don't ever make one yourself," you turned from Bill, starting back to your house. "Go on outta here before I shoot you dead."

As Bill watched you walk away, your dress flowing in the wind, he felt part of his spirit die. He didn't have to wait for you to get killed, he lost you all on his own. As he unhitched his horse from a tree nearby, all Bill could do was pray that you'd make a way out of this mess like you always seemed to before.

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incorrectsibunaquotes · 4 months

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There’s Snow Place Like Anubis House

Sibuna Secret Santa gift for @house-of-secrets / @find-y0ur-j0y 🎄❤️🫶🏻 I was your Secret Santa! I hope you enjoy this one-shot as much as I enjoyed writing it for you! Merry Christmas, Evie! 🥰

Summary:

“It didn’t snow nearly enough at Anubis House in Alfie’s opinion. Of course, it snowed sometimes, but never enough.”

OR... Anubis House finally gets a snow day

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52499344

#house of anubis #sibuna secret santa 2023 #sibunasecretsanta2023 #sibuna #alfie lewis #amber millington #jerome clarke #joy mercer #patricia williamson #mick campbell #mara jaffray #fabian rutter #victor rodenmaar jr #trudy rehmann #tess writes #sibuna secret santa

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heatherfield · 1 month

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Walk Me Home | A “Headless” Fic Chapter Forty-Seven

Story summary: Brom and Matilda find their relationship status is more complicated than ever after the explosive reveal of a year’s worth of secrets. How do they navigate their way forward when they struggle to know what’s true? And yet, to their friends, some things couldn’t be more obvious. (Explores what happens in between the climax of the finale and the epilogue of “Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story”.)

Chapter summary: Matilda's and Brom's lives continue to entwine, though past hurts threaten to encroach on their happy present when they meet with Trudy in a more official capacity.

Chapter Characters/Pairings: Brom and Matilda, Ichabod, Diedrich, mention of Trudy

Rating: Teen

Author’s note: More fluff! And angst! I'll stop before I write an essay of vague things that don't make sense in the notes. XD Thank you so much for reading!!

Link: AO3.org

#headless: a sleepy hollow story #headless series #fanfiction #bromtilda #brom bones #matilda bishop #ichabod crane #diedrich knickerbocker #trudy gardenier #abraham van brunt #walk me home fic #heather writes

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thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis · 2 years

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A Gentle Voice (Greg Gerwitz x Reader)

Word Count: 2,106

Pairing: Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz x Reader

Summary: You got kidnapped by members of an aggressive incel group, and thought that this was how you were going to die. But a group of the Chicago PD are able to save you; now you just need to help them find the group that did this. Only one problem: You can’t talk.

Warnings: Graphic details of beatings and abuse, mentions of blood, violence against women, and swears.

A/N: So this was based off an idea by an anonymous sender asking for more mouse imagines. And since I am on a break from work (i’m okay, I just work at an elementary school and its summer vacation lol) I thought I would get some writing done :) I hope you all enjoy, and if anyone else has ideas for imagines you want me to write, send me a message!

I’m going to die.

You still remember the moment where you knew something was wrong when you were walking home from your job at the tech firm. It was late, not crazy late, but late enough where the street lights started to flicker on. The clicking of your footsteps soon stepped in sync with someone else’s, and before you could pull out your phone or your mace, a bag was thrown over your head and with a hard hit with something, you were out.

Now here you were, who knows how many days have passed, in a jail cell of a room, trying to anticipate when your kidnappers would come back for another round of smacking you around with the assorted weapons at their disposal. This group has been trying to extract some info about a set of code you had recently written to help one of the biggest banks in Chicago with their security; you assumed to rob it. You’ve also heard murmurings from outside your door about how they needed the money, for what though you didn’t know.

While curled up in a corner, trying to prepare yourself for the inevitable; that you were not going to make it out, you were shocked by a big BANG that shook the walls that surrounded you. You could here shouting, many voices echoing around as the scuttering of footsteps getting closer and closer to where you were being kept. You tried to push yourself further into the corner, and as the door swung open your hid your head in your lap with your arms over your head for protection.

“Hello?”

Slowly, you raised you head and squinted as a flash of light caught your eyes. In front of you was three people; two men and a woman. They had guns in their hands and bulletproof vests labeled with POLICE.

“Ma’am? Ma’am are you okay?” The taller man asked, his brown hair slicked back and his blue eyes looking at you with concern. With a shaky nod, the woman cop slowly comes over to you and kneels down.

“Are you Y/F/N Y/L/N?” Another nod, and the woman cop looks to her friends then back at you, offering her hand. “I’m Detective Lindsay, and we’re here to get you home.”

A flood of tears well up in your eyes and you reach out and grab her hand, her grip firm and comforting as she helps you up and out of your nightmare.

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Hours have passed, and Detectives Lindsay and Halstead are standing outside a hospital room where you were sleeping off the meds the doctors had given you. Erin and Jay watch you through the window as the doctor walked over to them, clipboard and your chart at hand. “Detectives?”

“Yes.” Erin said, straightening up. “How is she?”

“Y/N is sedated now, but looks like she might be here for a couple days. With contusions on her legs, two broken ribs and a concussion, we would want to keep an eye on her before sending her home. We also had to administer a rape kit after seeing the bruising on her legs.”

“These guys really worked her over.” Jay murmurs, looking at you again before turning back to his partner.

“When she wakes up, please give us a call. We need to ask her some questions about the people that kidnapped her.” Erin hands the doctor her card and is about to turn and walk away when the doctor’s voice makes the cops’ stop.

“That might be an issue.” Erin and Jay turn back around and walk back to the doctor, looks of confusion present on their faces. “When she got to the hospital before being sedated, Y/N stopped answering any and all questions presented to her.”

“Like she’s refusing to talk? Why would she do that?” Jay asked.

The doctor shook their head and pulled their clipboard to their chest, “The head of psych, Dr. Daniel Charles, believes that Y/N has developed Psychogenic Mutism. Basically because of the trauma Y/N has endured, her mind has shut off that part of her brain that allows her to communicate. It’s not that she is choosing to not speak; it is that she feels physically unable to.” They explained, glancing over in your direction as she progressed.

“How long will that last?”

“It could be days, weeks, or it could go on for years. This type of trauma response is very unpredictable because we are not just dealing with the health of the patient. We are dealing with their mental health and it they feel safe and secure enough that their mutism can subside.”

Erin looked over at you again and sighed, hating that not only had the people responsible hurt you and taken away your feeling of safety, they also somehow took away your voice.

Over the next few days, it was explained to you that an investigation was open on your kidnapping and subsequent abuse. A Dr. Charles also visited frequently about what he called your “mutism”. He ended up giving you a whiteboard and marker so you could write, but whenever he brought up your attack, it was like your brain would shut down. The first time it happened, you woke up to Dr. Charles standing over you, telling you that you had a panic attack and passed out. After that, Dr. Charles and others were very careful what to bring up around you.

Eventually, you were released from the hospital and given your own police protection detail just incase those guys tried to take you again. The Detectives that found you, mainly Detective Lindsay, would visit and say how you were, and if you had thought of anything useful to help the investigation, but it was no use. One one day, you were asked to come to 21st District to look at some pictures of possible perps, and you were dreading it. It was the first time you had left the house since being released from the hospital and you had made your apartment your safety bubble; essentially everything in the bubble was good, and everything outside was dangerous. But some righteous part of you wanted to see the people responsible for your attack put to justice, so you got into the police cruiser of one of your protection detail, and made your way to the 21st.

Inside the district, you were met with a sturdy-looking older woman behind the desk of the main floor. She looked like the one in charge, her eyes never wavering even when you walked over to her. The officers with you, you think their names were Burgess and Roman, explained who you were, and you were buzzed up to the upper level which was explained to you that was where the Intelligence Unit was. After arriving to the office space, officers Burgess and Roman were called over their walkies, the sudden noise making you jump.

Officer Roman moved to answer the call as Burgess moved closer to you, “Sorry. It looks like we need to go. Lucky though you are in the safest place for you to be right now.” she said with a reassuring smile. “There is a civilian who works for the unit; he is their tech expert and used to work with Detective Halstead when they were Rangers. We’ll get him to come up and stay with you until the unit comes back.”

You nodded as Burgess and Roman walked down the stairs back down to the main flor of the district, leaving you alone for what feels like the first time in weeks. You took a seat at one of the desks, and fiddled with your hands as the silence around you started to press down on you.

I’m alone...The last time I was alone I was taken...I-I don’t want to be alone...I-I-I

Suddenly the room felt like it was moving, a swaying motion that didn’t bring you any comfort. Your lungs felt like they couldn’t get enough breath as you tried to get more air into them, and slowly your brain realized that you were hyperventilating. You were so concerned with trying to breathe that you didn’t hear someone enter the space you were in or how they moved closer to you quickly. It wasn’t until there was a hand falling on your shoulder that made you jump out of your seat and look up.

In front of you was a man with combed back brown hair and striking blue eyes, wearing a spotted black-and-white button-up shirt and jeans. The look he was giving you was full of concern, but not edging on pity which was mostly what you’ve seen since your attack. It took a second to realize that his mouth was moving and words were leaving his lips.

“-ear me? Hey, can you hear me? You need to breathe, okay? Match my breathing.” He said, his tone calming and rumbling like a faraway thunderstorm. Slowly, you were able to take deeper and deeper breaths, your heart slowing down until the panic attack subsided. Tears started to drift into your vision as a wave of exhaustion encompassed you all the way to your bones. “Its okay, its always a bit overwhelming after an attack like that.”

You nodded as you wiped away your tears to try and regain some composure, but the man didn’t seem bothered by the tears. He gave you a small smile and patted your lap before getting up and heading to the side kitchen. There was noise of ceramic clanking together and the sound of water, and a couple of minutes later he came back with a cup of tea. “Tea really helps. I have a cup after I have my panic attacks and its a nice calming drink to help ground me.” He explained, handing over the cup.

You sip from the cup, the smell of flowers of some kind and the taste of some kind of sweetener warmed your chest and let a small smile appear on your face. The man smiled at your calm exterior before pulling over a chair and sitting next to you, “Officer Burgess explained they were watching over you but had to leave, I’ve been helping the unit on your case so I know you can’t speak. That’s okay though. I’m Greg, by the way. Greg Gerwitz, but everyone calls me Mouse.”

You look over with a confused look on your face, which made Mouse laugh, “Its a very long story, trust me you don’t want to hear it.” You smiled again, a little bigger than before, and you two spent the next few minutes in conversation. Well, with Mouse talking and you listening, but it was the closest to a normal conversation you’ve had in weeks.

“-and then Jay, Detective Halstead, started running around like crazy, shucking off his shirt in the barracks looking for the spider.” Mouse said, laughing at the memory of Jay freaking out because of a spider. You were smiling and before you could even notice, your mouth was moving.

“What happened after that?”

Mouse turned to you in shock, and you stared back wide eyed as your hand came up to your mouth. “Oh my god.”

“Did...Did you just speak?” Mouse asked, his full attention now on your next move. You paused, thinking that you had both imagined that, but then went to try to speak again.

“H-Hi.”

Mouse’s shocked expression turned into a smile, “Hi.”

Just as the two of you were in the middle of a moment, the gate leading to the bullpen downstairs clanged shut with the follow up sound of multiple footsteps coming up the stairs. Mouse and you both turned to see Detective Lindsay, Detective Halstead and a few others walking into the room.

“Y/N, sorry for making you wait. I hope our tech expert Greg wasn’t that bad of company.” Jay said jokingly, giving Mouse a smirk. Before Mouse could open his mouth to reply, you stood up.

“N-No, he was great company.” You said as you watched Detective Lindsay and Halstead’s jaws drop at the sound of your voice. “He even helped me find my voice.”

“So you can talk now.” A voice said as an older man walked out to the front of the group. Clearly he was the Sargent Voight Mouse had mentioned to you earlier, the head of the Intelligence Unit. “Does that mean you’ll be able to help us with your case?”

You looked back to Mouse who gave you a reassuring smile, then turned back to the unit, “I’ll tell you everything.”

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aromanticbuck · 1 year

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there’s no morning glory (it was war, it wasn’t fair) a platonic Moustead fic

Written as part of a Yule fic exchange with @konnfusion, @okayhotshots, and @thatdramabitchq.

Summary: After spending three years away from Chicago without a single attempt at communication, Mouse comes back. And his friend's first Christmas back in the city comes with more emotions and meddling than Jay is capable of dealing with.

Warnings: implied PTSD, mentions of a(n off page) life threatening injury, Thelma isn’t there physically but she is mentioned briefly in the context of Bad Parenting and general narcissism

Words: 9,722

Sneak Peek:

He didn't even know how he'd ended up there, sitting next to someone he once called his best friend and now felt like a stranger, driving toward downtown. Jay knew there were places to get bigger trees if he went outside the city, and Platt did say she wanted something big enough to display in the lobby, but that wasn't going to happen. If he did that, he'd have to spend more time with Mouse, and the silence was already awkward and tense, and he doubted either one of them wanted to put up with more of that than was strictly necessary.

After two months of working on the same team again, they hadn't actually fixed anything.

Things hadn't exactly ended well between them, when Mouse left. They'd fought, and the decision had been questioned from every angle, and one day... his best friend was gone. He'd shipped off to a war zone on the other side of the world without a proper goodbye. There were no letters, no skype call requests, no emails, no contact at all. Jay thought that would be the end of it. He didn't expect to ever see his best friend again, let alone wake up in a hospital room after getting shot in the chest, with a familiar face nearby. The only conclusion his mind could come up with at the time was that he'd died, that there was no possible way that Mouse was standing over him and making sure he was okay. But death probably wouldn't have hurt that much, if he thought about it long enough, and reality was all too obvious.

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#one chicago #jay halstead #greg mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #mouse gerwitz #moustead #trudy platt #the platt fam #cpd #chicago pd #cpd fanfic #cpd fanfiction #one chicago fanfiction #one chicago fanfic #alex writes things

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i-spaced-sorry · 1 year

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May challenge day 5! This idea came about from me asking my irl friend what I should write about and them saying “write about your favorite place!” I decided to make it Halstead Sister and decided to include the Science Museum (since I just visited and it would be a small child’s favorite place....at least it was when I was that age) Enjoy :)

Title: It Happens to Everyone

You were so excited! Not only were you spending the day at the best place on Earth aka the Museum of Science and Industry (according to your 3 year old self) but you got to spend 4 uninterrupted hours with your brother Jay!

“Jay Jay! Aren’t you so excited!” you squealed from your booster seat while you pulled into the parking lot of the Museum.

“I am! What are you looking forward to seeing?” your brother asked as he parked the car. He honestly couldn’t believe Voight, let alone Platt, allowed him to take a random Thursday off to take you to one of the Free days the museum was putting on.

“I think…I think….I think everything” you spilled out super fast!

Once entering the Museum, you took off immediately, then remembered you should wait for Jay, so you stopped in your tracks and turned around to see your brother trailing behind.

“Y/N, I know you're excited but this is a crowded public place. You need to stay near me, so you don’t get lost” Jay said as he steered you to the first exhibit - Locomotives.

“I know, I forgot” you said glumly.

Chuckling to himself, Jay replied, “that’s okay, just be careful!”

You then spent the next 20 minutes running around the exhibit stopping to look at all the model trains running around the miniature town. Jay read some of the plaques to you, but you really weren’t paying attention.

“Woah” you exclaimed mesmerizingly while staring at the video feed on the wall. Jay laughed when he turned his head and saw you standing there with your mouth wide open watching the trains go around in circles, but from the perspective of what a train operator would be seeing.

“Come on short stack, we have got more exhibits to see” your brother encouraged 5 minutes later, when you still had your eyes glued to the screen.

The next exhibit you visited was the Science Storms. Jay took note immediately that there were several class field trips going on and he tried his hardest to keep track of you.

“Woah!” you exclaimed while watching a rope spin in circles while dangling from the ceiling.

Crouching down to your height, Jay asked, “isn’t that cool?”

All you could do was bob your head up and down.

That was when things took a turn. Jay’s phone rang - which wasn’t unusual since as a detective he always had to be on call, but he assumed nobody would call him on his day off. Standing up, he looked at the number and decided that he didn’t need to answer it pressingly.

“Shall we move on to the next exhibit?” Jay asked while pressing decline. When he heard no answer, he looked down at where you were previously standing. But you were gone.

“Y/N?” he called. “Y/N” he repeated! Looking around the room, he couldn’t catch a glimpse of you. “Y/N!” he screamed while running around.

“This isn’t funny, if you're hiding, you better come out!” he exclaimed while searching for you.

Realizing you were gone, Jay pulled his phone out and dialed a number he knew would pick up instantly.

“Platt. It’s Jay…Yea, uh listen, I can’t find Y/N” and that was all it took for the dam to break, he fell to the floor, body racked with heavy shaky breathing.

That was how Hailey and Platt found him 20 minutes later. The rest of the team were out chasing a lead on the current case, but since Hailey had her gun recertification scheduled that morning, she was at her desk doing desk duty. Platt came because she had a soft spot for the baby Halstead and wouldn’t admit it but also had a soft spot for Chuckles.

“Hey, you're okay! We have beat cops scouring the museum grounds and the surrounding area looking for her. She couldn’t have gone far” Hailey soothed while sitting next to her partner.

“I’m a bad guardian. She should have been put in the system.” was all Jay could respond. He had been thinking about it for a while. With his long unpredictable hours and dangerous job, he felt like he wasn’t being a good brother or guardian to his sister and today just confirmed it.

“Hey, don’t think like that! What happened can happen to anybody.” sternly stated Platt from where she was standing.

“What even happened?” asked Hailey cautiously.

Taking in a breath, Jay told her he looked away for less than a second.

“That happens to so many parents. Jay, think about the amount of cases you have worked where a victim’s family says those exact same words. You can’t blame yourself and you're not a bad guardian!” stated Platt while she crouched down and placed a hand on her subordinate’s knee.

Just then, Platt’s phone buzzed. She took her hand off Jay’s knee after squeezing it tight and checked her phone. She smiled and stated, “Jay”

Looking at her in confusion on just saying his name, Jay was about to respond when he heard

“Jay Jay!” and his sister round the corner with a beat cop on her tail

“Y/N!” Jay exclaimed while clambering to his feet! You rushed into your brother’s awaiting arms and he hugged you so tight! “Where were you? I was so worried!”Jay asked frantically. “Are you hurt?” he asked while beginning to check you over.

You shook your head and just hung onto him! Lifting you onto his hip, he turned to the beat cop and asked, “Where did you find her?”

“Turns out, one of the chaperones for one of the several field trips, thought she belonged to the group, so she told Y/N to follow the group to the bus.” replied the cop - named Officer Murfy.

“Luckily, when you called it in, all buses were grounded for the time being and we easily located her,” he added.

“Thank you!” was all Jay could reply

Hailey, Platt, Jay, and You finished looking at some of the exhibits but to be honest Jay wasn’t in a good frame of mind anymore - he was still paranoid about losing you and thinking he was a bad guardian. And from all the excitement the morning had brought on you were struggling to stay awake. So after a quick look at the You and Health exhibit and the Flying exhibit, you all said your goodbyes and headed back home and back to the district.

That evening, after bath time and story time, Jay talked to you, “I was so scared this morning! I’m so glad you're okay! I’m sorry if I sometimes aren’t as present as you would like, but I’m trying my best! I love you so much and don’t want anything bad to happen to you!”

You just stared at your brother, then you threw your arms around him and exclaimed, “I love you Jay Jay! You're the best brother ever!”

And that was all the confirmation Jay needed to hear.

#jay halstead x reader #jay halstead imagine #halstead!sister #jay halstead x halstead!sister #jay halstead x sister reader #hailey upton #trudy platt #chicago pd x reader #one chicago x reader #halstead sister imagine #Month of May writing challenge

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ladyliesbeth · 1 year

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I really love the BMT-Fandom over at ao3. Everyone is so grown up an nice and cheering everyone making you just feel good. Also all the new fanfic’s are so good! All these little details…

But maybe that’s the perk of writing in a Fandom that’s old and not to popular- everyone is grown up and the people sticking to it just have read the books so often they can’t write something OOC.

(After remembering how long it had been since I’ve read the books the first time I am now feeling old myself)

#writing #author #writing fanfic #ao3fic #fanfic #akkarin #sonea #trudi canavan #black magic #the black magician trilogy

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lesbiankirisully · 10 months

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Happy Women of Pandora Week!

“Now ain’t that a sight?” The man laughed and shook his head. “Yeah, but you’ve heard what they say. All the savages and damned creatures in there don't make up for it lookin’ pretty.” His tone was playful, like he didn’t say the stupidest shit Trudy had heard in a while. And that was saying something—she was a woman in the marines. Stupid shit was what she heard on the daily. Savages, the men said over and over, the forest belongs to savages. Like their ancestors didn’t say the goddamn same thing about her own way back when.

for day one "forest" for @womenofpandoraweek

#womenofpandoraweek2023 #trudy chacon #grace augustine #paz socorro #miles quaritch #avatar fics #atwow #avatar 2009 #my writing

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sugarpopss · 2 years

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Chasing Frogs is a Dangerous Thing

Warnings: implied child abuse, semi-explicit child abuse, implied child neglect, swearing

November 9th, 1982

Bo spent the entire bus ride back to Ambrose stewing.

He was pissed that he and Vincent are stuck on the after-school sports bus with all of the asshole basketball kids, pissed about the detention that he had to stay after school far, which then nessiciated the riding of the sports bus. He was pissed that stupid Marty Waters barely got a scolding for spreading those bullshit rumors, but Bo didn’t even hit him and still got written up for ‘inappropriate language’. He was pissed that his folks were gonna blow a gasket when the school called, if they hadn’t already.

But he wasn’t scared.

No, Bo didn’t get scared anymore. He learned to push down that feeling years ago. It felt better to be angry than it does to be scared, and he didn’t have the time to be scared, anyway; not when he’s got shit to do. Not when he’s got brothers to protect-Vincent from the asshole kids at school and Lester from their asshole parents-and homework to finish and yelling to drown out and almost-teenage boy shenanigans to get up to. He was busy, dammit.

The bus stopped in the middle of Main Street. Bo and Vincent were the last off, lingering behind the rest of the rowdy, whooping middle schoolers. They immediately broke off from the group and started up Main Street. The Sinclair house sat tall and imposing across from the House Of Wax, practically looming over Ambrose. Looming over Bo, at least.

There was no Dad marching down the sidewalk towards them, which Bo took as a good thing. That meant the school hadn’t called yet, or at least if they did, no one picked up the phone. Thank god. He hated it when Dad got angry enough to ‘discipline’ him in public. It didn’t happen often, because people stared and sometimes attempted to intervene, quiet suggestions of “I don’t think you need to grab him around like that, Victor.” and “Boys that age swear sometimes, you shouldn’t get to upset about it, Mr. Sinclair.”

Dad hated that too, though; people meddling in his family's private business, talking like they know anything about anything at all. Bo hated that, too, but in a different way. He didn’t mind Mrs. Allistor gently telling Dad off in the grocery store, or when last years gym teacher noticed his raw ankles and asked if ‘everything was okay at home’. A small, secret part of him found comfort in it, in the knowledge that there were a few people in town who gave even a fraction of a shit about him.

It’s the other kids that really made him steam.

Vincent tapped him on the elbow before he could fall too far down that rabbit hole. He could always tell when Bo is going into that blazing, violent place in his mind. Sometimes he could even pull him out of it.

Probably 20 yards from the house, something burst out from the woodline, filthy and grinning and running at full speed.

“HEY!” Lester shouted, sprinting up to his brothers like there was a fire under his ass. He just barely stopped himself from slamming into Vincent, then began to ramble a mile a minute in that way small children love to do.

“On the bus Andy Beamer asked me if I wanted to go down to the creek with him and I did so we went and we caught frogs and I had this frog in my hand and it jumped out and landed on Andy’s chest and he screamed then it hopped away but I chased it and went over this log but I tried to jump and I fell and I got mud in my mouth and Andy laughed at me but then he had to go home so I came home but I saw these worms and-”

“Lester!” Bo exclaimed, cutting him off. God, he loved him to death but that kid could talk.

Lester stared at him with huge brown puppy dog eyes. Bo sighed through his nose.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah! Why?”

Lester looked at the twins like he hadn’t just told them he’d gone ass over kettle in the creek. Bo looked at Vincent, just to make sure that they were on the same page, but Vincent was zeroed in on Lester's bulging corduroy pocket. Come to think of it, that pocket did seem a bit odd.

“Are there worms in your pocket?”

“There are!” Lester yelled, ratcheting up the volume again. “That’s what I wanted to tell you guys! I found these cool worms in the woods!”

Lester plunged his hand into his pocket and pulled out a handful of squirming, wriggling tan worms. Bo thought they just looked like regular old earthworms, probably washed up by the recent bout of rain. One look at Lesters excited grin, though, and he couldn’t stop himself from playing along.

“Those are cool, Les. You found ‘em in the woods?” Lester was always finding things in the woods, bones and bugs and snakes and old coke bottles.

“I did! They look like earthworms but I don’t think they are! Guess why? Because I found them all huddled together! Isn’t that weird?”

“It is.” Bo found himself leaning closer to look at the worms, and saw Vincent doing the same in his peripheral vision. Lester’s excitement was contagious.

Vincent pulled back from the worms and hiked his backpack further up on his shoulder. One look at him told Bo they were thinking the same thing.

“You can’t take those inside. You have to let them go.” Vincent said.

“I thought I could maybe keep one as a pet, or maybe two so it won’t be lonely. But I don’t think worms get lonely because Andy said his older sister said that worms don’t think and so they can’t get lonely.”

Bo, admittedly not an expert on earthworm psychology, thought that sounded pretty solid.

“Lonely or not, Mom will have a cow if she catches you with those. They’ve gotta go.” A big part of protecting his siblings was getting them to maintain a low profile. Coming home covered in mud and sporting pet worms were not a part of that low profile.

Lester’s face fell. Bo felt guilt creeping up his throat. He’s a little kid! He should be allowed to do gross little kid stuff!

Vincent tapped Lester’s wrist to get his attention. “You could put them in Mom’s garden. That’s kind of like having a pet that lives outside.”

Lester immediately brightened again. “I could!” He turned and raced the rest of the way to the house. Bo could see him crouched where the petunias bloom in the springtime, gently releasing the worms.

Vincent shrugged and started towards the house. Bo watched Lester in the garden for another moment, then followed.

“Come on, Les!” Bo called. “I’ll hose you off. You stink like frog shit.” They all knew that if Lester tracked mud all over the wood floors, it wouldn’t matter that he’d put worms down.

Vincent held out his hand for Bo’s backpack, then headed inside. Bo went around to the side yard, Lester trailing behind him.

Lester started talking again as Bo turned on the hose and let the water spurt over his hand.

“I heard too that when you cut a worm in half it grows into two worms! Isn’t that cool? I don’t know if it’s true, though, because I guess that means that one worm doesn’t have a face. I wouldn’t cut a worm in half ever, even if someone told me to.”

“Take off your shirt.” Bo said, turning the hose on his brother. “And flip down, lemme get the shit out of your hair.”

“It’s gonna be cold!” Lester whined, breaking out the puppy dog eyes again. Bo rolled his.

“You can wear my jacket if you want, just come here.”

That seemed to do it. Lester pulled his mud soaked shirt off and stepped forward, eyes and mouth shut tightly as he bent under the spray.

When Lester was decently clean and the water was turned off, Bo made to pull his sweatshirt off. It really wasn’t that cold, but Lester was wet and Bo had promised. Just as he was pulling it over his head, a scream that could shatter glass sounded from across the yard.

“Oh my God!” Trudy shrieked, dashing to Lester and grabbing him by the shoulders. “What’s going on here? Where’s your shirt? Why are you wet?”

She released Lester and rounded on Bo. Of course she did. Bo felt the anger he’d been stewing in since 2pm begin to lick up the back of his throat. He wasn’t scared, he was angry. He wasn’t scared.

“What the hell are you doing?! Are you trying to give him hypothermia? What the fuck is wrong with you?!” she screamed. Bo set his jaw and took it. This was the routine.

“I fell in the creek with Andy-” Lester began in a small voice. Trudy silenced him with a vague wave of her hand.

“Be quiet. Beauregard, do you think this is fucking funny?” Bo knew that questions were a trap when Mom was angry. Answer and get hit for talking back, be quiet and get hit for ignoring her.

Trudy didn’t give him a chance to respond either. She grabbed him by the bicep and began tugging him back around the front of the house.

“God, you’re in for it. Wait until your father hears about this, I swear! I work so hard, I leave to create fucking art and this is what I get!”

As Bo was pulled through the yard, he turned and saw Lester, holding his balled up, dirty shirt. When they passed through the front door and living room he saw Vincent, standing on the stairs, holding a clean towel. He’d get Lester, and they’d both be okay.

Bo set his jaw, tuned out Trudy’s soprano screaming, and was pulled into the kitchen.

#Posting this here too bc i love validation #house of wax (2005)#house of wax #house of wax fanfic #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #bo sinclair fanfic #slasher fanfic #my writing #trudy sinclair #shes in it so taggy tag tag

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