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another day on the job, another group of assholes who act like they get paid to make women grimace. and she was grimacing. hard. because there was nothing charming or interesting about their lame attempt at getting her attention. erin was just going to let it go, get back in the shop and go. but her partner couldn't let anything go. not when it came to her. "jay," she said quietly, shaking her head and rolling her eyes all in the same movement. "you really don't have to do this," she continued, barely even a whisper. but he was already handing her his gun and his badge. so he could say he wasn't a police officer, he wasn't on the clock. he was just a guy trying to prove something that he didn't have to prove.

so she exhaled a sigh in resignation and watched the little battle of the macho men happen. she could have lied and said she was unamused but . . . she was a little amused. and jay was incredibly sexy when he got into a fight. annoyingly so. she could watch him fight all day, she just didn't like watching him get his ass kicked. he didn't. not by these guys. she handed him his gun and badge back and said those two words. there was a hint of sarcasm there, but also a note of something else. "uh huh," she nodded, lips jut out a little. "thought you were going to kiss me when you walked back over here, but you only wanted your gun back," she teased. "i would actually pay to see you fight for olinsky's honor."

erin lindsay ( @1stresponders ) : my hero.

they were at work. jay always tried to reel in his feelings for erin when they wore the badge ( okay, on the clock ) because they always wore the badge, and when jay gets home, he likes to ... lean into it. likes to let himself feel the way his heart flutters when she sends him something on their stupid phones. they talk a lot. she's his best friend. he shouldn't feel this way about her. usually he does a good job at hiding it - except when a guy they'd asked some questions ( with his group of friends ) start to make hints at wanting to fuck his girl. not fucking cool. so jay starts to remove his gun - handing it to said girl. who wasn't really his - but he was about to prove to these fuckers she was.

after handing it to their asses, jay walks back to his girl. reaching for his gun, putting it back in it's holster. there she is: my hero. and if that doesn't make his heart pound in his chest. so he shrugs his shoulders, looking away ... trying to play it cool. erin lindsay knows him though. she's going to see right through this. knows him better than anyone. that was his person right there. "that? that was nothing. you should see what happens when they hit on olinsky."

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severide laughed, and that was the most comforting sound. no one would ever call kelly a ray of sunshine. he was more overcast, like a rainy day. but sometimes the sun peaked through the clouds and she got to see little glimpses of that. as his friend, she loved those little moments when he warmed up. because kelly severide? he was one of the good ones. one of the best, really. he had a big heart, and there was no one more loyal to the people he cared about. except intelligence, but after seeing the way firehouse fifty one looked after their own? they were comparable to her own unit. she was happy that severide had that support.

and when he needed a little something else? she was happy to provide that distraction for him. she squirmed like she was trying to shimmy away from him, but just ended up snuggling closer. he was warm and, somehow, hard and soft at the same time. all muscle but still something comfortable to lay her head on. "hmm," she pretended to think about it, tilting her head one way and then the other as she considered her answer. "there's nothing to fear. if i don't show up to work today, you're already dead," she teased, like there wasn't an entire unit that would come looking for her. but olinsky wouldn't be at the forefront of that missing persons' case, jay halstead would be. "you have a shift too," she reminded him. "so we should probably get out of this ridiculously comfortable bed."

erin lindsay was a fun girl, but she was also his friend. a close and good friend, one he trusted and knew he could rely on - for more than just the physical comfort she'd been offering him for weeks now. they didn't date. they weren't dating. lindsay was in love with halstead, it was clear; and severide's broken heart belonged to someone he'd met a long time ago. someone he wasn't seeing anymore. someone he hadn't seen in a long time. stella kidd, and sometimes a touch of leslie shay. the same roommate who was going to rip him one for spending another night with erin, maybe he'd even get a little squeak, a shoulder slap and a: 'what are you doing with your life, kelly?' which would've sucked had it been anyone else, but leslie? she could tell him anything she wanted.

while erin is a fun girl, he doesn't expect her to call herself the iceberg that sank plantanic. so he laughs, loud and from his belly. wrapping both his arms around her belly, pulling her back against himself when she kisses and bites his shoulder. "on a scale from one to i should fear for my life.. what's the consequences from your boss if i keep you here today?" he knows that olinsky is like.. some kind of dad to erin, more than just your regular boss. she's oddly protective of him - everyone in intelligence was. but he doesn't ask too many questions, if @1stresponders wants to talk, she'll tell him. instead he lowers his head and kisses her neck - then placing a bite of his own.

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the truth was, alex would rather stand in a torrential downpour with rain soaking through his most expensive suit, than be anywhere else with anyone else. alex would have been been perfectly fine cuddled up on the couch with cheap takeout and a glass of wine watching jeopardy and wheel of fortune in sweatpants and old tshirts. and he still would have preferred that to anything else. because jo was more than just his wife, she was his best friend. and his favorite person. and really, it was their fault for choosing to live in seattle when they could have been somewhere warmer and a hell of a lot less rainy. somewhere like los chicagoles.

alex swallowed jo's laughter and echoed that sound with a laugh of his own between so many kisses. his arm snaked around her waist to not only hold her in place and make sure she didn't slip in the rain, but also just hold her closer. like he couldn't get close enough. and with the rain soaking their clothes and making it stick to their bodies the way it was, they were very close. the laughter continued as she kissed all over his face, happy that she decided to have fun with this with him instead of letting it ruin their night. they were going to get wet either way, at least this way they got wet and kissed. "i love you more," he shouted over the deluge, kissing her again before she could try to lie to him and say something silly like 'i love you most.'

of course it had to be raining - some would argue that it was always raining in seattle ... but they'd been lucky this past week, the weather had been so wonderful. well, lucky might've been an exaggeration - because mr. + mrs. karev had been stuck at work for the entire work. they finally had their days off align, and it was like the weather gods were laughing at them. she eyes her husband - knowing the weather is testing his mood. they talked about postponing their date. while jo would've been fine cuddling up with a glass of wine in bed with her best friend ... she'd looked forward to their date - which he, of course, sees immediately, so off they go.

the date was amazing ... but in her opinion? they'd never had a bad date. there was something about alex karev she always found peace in. even when he let his mood run off, she always felt safe. so when it starts pouring down on them as they walk to the car ( parking in seattle is awful ) she turns to him, about to suggest they take off running, but @1stresponders had other plans. she sees the sparks in his eyes - and before she knows it, he's kissing her in the middle of a rain shower. jo laughs into the kiss, throwing her arms around his neck. her makeup was probably getting ruined right now, but alex karev? he'd love her even as a panda looking wife. so she peppers kisses all over his face, then finding his lips again. hands move to cup his face, pinkies rub over the stubble she finds. "i love you!" she shouts over the rain, which wasn't just wet, but also very loud right now.

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one of my favorite little things on pd is that vo*ght ( and all of intelligence tbh ) is always like “atwater you’re with me.” or “halstead take lindsay” or “olinsky and ruzek” and then it’s “antonio—” like, why is he the only one first named?

but this plays well into my own headcanons because cooper was a dawson in mine and ida’s rookieverse before we started watching one chicago but i love him in intelligence so much. so he becomes “dawson” and antonio is still “antonio” and in my head they’re partners but no one ever calls them the dawsons because he’s just antonio.

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she was trying not to let it show. this was a happy occasion. and she was happy. she was with the love of her life and they were dancing at some of their best friends' wedding. the bradfords— all of them now that lucy was officially changing her name—  were family. tim had been angela's family for a long time, ever since they went through the academy together. she was happy for him. and she didn't want anything to taint that happiness away. but yeah, of course she was thinking about it. how could she not? weddings were a little triggering for her now. and if hers hadn't been a literal nightmare, lucy would have looked beautiful in the same dress angela could never wear again. the bradford wedding was definitely bittersweet.

but each kiss from the love of her life made it a little sweeter. and she smiled when he echoed her play on words back to her. that was kind of their thing, making evers puns. it started with the whole 'best lawyer evers' bit, but that billboard had done wonders for his business. she tilted her head in consideration now that they were actually having the conversation they had avoided until this point. "yeah, i would," she agreed, then sighed dramatically. "not another husband? bummer. except that i already have the hottest husband evers." yep, she did it again. she couldn't help it. ever, singular, wasn't even in her vocabulary anymore. evers, plural, came out so naturally. "i would love to do a vow renewal," she continued to let him know she was serious, even if she was joking with him about it. "mmm, you had me at margaritas," she teased, nipping at his bottom lip playfully.

weddings were always ... a bit of a painful reminder. seeing lucy in her white dress, baby bump on display, they'd tried not to tell anyone - but it was tim bradford we were talking about, but wesley related. he couldn't shut up about his family either. yet seeing a pregnant lucy bradford in her wedding dress made wesley realize he never got to see his own wife in her wedding dress. leaving a slightly bitter taste in his mouth - but then his wife had found him. she had a way with timing, always knew when and where she was needed. especially when it involved mr. evers. so they go to the floored space in the bradford backyard, and wesley gets to dance with his favorite person in the entire world.

when @1stresponders speaks, he knows she's thinking about it too. the way they were robbed of their own dream wedding, so the lawyer leans down to steal another sweet kiss from his wife's lips. "best first dance.. evers." he nods, agreeing with her word play, but he holds her a little tighter at the thought. "would you want a redo? not another husband, i mean, that job is very much taken. but maybe ... a wow renewal? you're not pregnant, so it could involve free margaritas for everyone?" he tries to tease her with the last bit, but his heart is beating so fast.

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what if you liked this for a starter from will halstead specifically?

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who's naming their baby trudy?

-not!trudy

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as a first responder, leslie had seen a lot of unimaginable scenes, things she wished she could unsee. there were some things that you could never unsee. one of those things was a train derailment with cars scattered in a way that looked more like an abandoned toy set in a child's play room than real life. there was a car on it's side. they were all in various states of crush with broken pieces of metal strewn about haphazardly. it didn't feel real. but it was. and shay had only allowed herself three seconds to take in the scene around her before she zoned in on the task at hand. triage with doctor mohan, who she had brushed elbows with at the hospital in passing numerous times, but she couldn't remember a single conversation they had that wasn't about a patient. they were friendly but they weren't friends. and now they were working side by side. the world was funny like that.

this was a sensory nightmare and shay tried to quiet all the noise so she could focus on the patients. there were so many of them, and not enough medical professionals to triage them all. where was the rest of their help? she red tagged one victim and passed them off samira before moving onto the next. that was the rhythm they found worked best with two women doing the job of at least a dozen. shay was doing initial examinations and tagging. she was playing god, deciding one patient at a time who got to live and who was going to die. she had already black tagged two, and doctor mohan hadn't corrected her. "yellow," she decided in the moment. if they were the only patient, they would need immediate help, but there were others that were much worse off than this one. "i thought they were sending us help. there will be no transport if we don't get some more ambulances on scene."

trainwreck / @1stresponders

the screech of metal against metal still echoed faintly beneath the wail of sirens  &  shouting voices.  the train had derailed just minutes before,  cars overturned  &  mangled along the tracks,  scattering debris  &  injured passengers in every direction.  smoke curled up from a small fire near one of the wrecked cars,  mingling with the sharp scent of gasoline  &  dust.  emergency crews swarmed the scene,  lights flashing  &  radios crackling as they worked against time.  amidst it all,  samira moved with practiced calm,  already deep in triage mode beside paramedic leslie shay. 

samira’s breath came steady despite the chaos around her — the twisted metal,  the groans,  the flashing lights painting everything in urgent reds  &  blues.  she knelt beside the patient shay handed off,  eyes sharp,  fingers already assessing the signs that mattered most.  ❝their airway’s compromised,  we’re gonna need to secure it before transport, ❞ she said quietly,  voice calm but firm,  sliding the bag valve mask into place.  she caught leslie’s eye,  steady  &  focused.  ❝what’s the status on the next one? we don’t have much time. ❞

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ava was always on time for roll call, if not a little early. and as always, she was sitting in the front row where the rookies sat. liam always took the middle seat, to act as a sort of barrier between the two girls who hadn't figured out how to get along yet. and tamara sat by the windows. ava's 'assigned seat' was next to the aisle. she was in casual conversation with liam when she felt the presence of someone walking in, so she looked to see who it was. and she was a little surprised to see that it was alvin olinsky, head of intelligence. she immediately turned her head to look at her best friend, but he didn't say liam's name. he said hers. ava moreno. features twisted in confusion as she looked from liam back to sergeant olinsky.

"that's me," she confirmed dubiously. he didn't sound too sure that he had the right person, but she had been around the twenty first district long enough to know that sergeant olinsky was the smartest man in any room. the roll call room was no exception even though she had never seen him there before. he told her to change into her civvies, and her brow knit in confusion again as she scanned the room, looking for her training officer tim bradford. he wasn't there yet, probably off with lucy bradford doing . . . what did tamara call it again? crimefighting? in the break room. "what?" she blurted out in surprise, looking first to sergeant olinsky, then to her best friend. and there was a smile on the edge of her mouth, but liam didn't look happy fro her. he kind of looked . . . pissed. "yes sir— thank you," she said, looking over her shoulder at him again before looking back to liam like she was waiting for . . . what, she didn't know? a congratulations? a 'we did it!' but she couldn't find any excitement in his expression.

ava moreno ( @oncalls ) : gets called out of her rookie year and is heading upstairs.

there's no smile on his lips when he walks downstairs ... ( save for the one he offers his wife at the front desk ) walking into roll call which hadn't started yet. not everyone was around. but the girl he was looking for was. ava had been here for three months, to the date. and olinsky had kept his eyes on her for the last nine - plenty of time, he waited long enough. not according to bradford - but alvin olinsky didn't obey orders from tim bradford. so he walks to the table of rookies. tamara colins, liam parker and ... "ava moreno?" he nods, looking at her like he's not sure - but he is. "you're not going on patrol today - go change into your civvies."

they didn't wear uniforms unless they were going undercover ... or someone died. let alone long sleeves. "you're going to intelligence, congratulations." and now he can't help it - his lips curve upwards in a small smile. but he doesn't miss how antonio's kind-of-step-son (?) is watching the exchange between al and ava. like he's dying for it to be him - or maybe he's dying to let her go. "if you could.. i'll give you a few to wrap things up. before roll call please."

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THE PITT ↳ 9:00 AM | 9:00 PM

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all these comic book muses following me make me feel like i should make a comic adjacent verse for some of my muses ( i know nothing about comics )

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hello friends i am currently on day 8 of working 10 in a row and losing my mind but i hope you’re having a better day lol i will be diving back into starters tonight !!

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for the portrayal prompt ... even though i am unfamiliar with a majority of the muses you write i still find myself reading your threads as they come across my dash. it's clear that you care a lot about your muses and you've put a ton of thought into your portrayals of them. from what i've seen, again even though i'm not super familiar, you hold true to aspects of canon while adding your own unique spin on things. you have inspired me to check out some new shows, like stuff in the chicago universe. you also have some fantastic well developed ocs, dude. so to sum it up: your portrayals are fantastic and uniquely your own!! (and you've also just been so kind, and i can't wait to write more with you in the future <3 )

CHUCK !! hello ?? this is so nice and it made my entire day when you sent it okay. even though i'm incredibly insecure about my writing and do not wish to be perceived ( jk jk read at your own risk lol ) i love that you read my threads because that's why we're here right? to write and to read and i really do love this hobby so much. PLEASE LIVEBLOG CHICAGO TO ME IF YOU WATCH and also add muses and verses thank you. i love following you and i can't wait to write with you and frank and anyone else you bring to the dash. thank you so much for your kind words !!

beep beep how's my portrayal?

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“  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”  linstead

los angeles was supposed to be a fresh start. something new. a change of scenery, and just . . . a blank slate. but erin was a cop through and through and she wasn't ready to turn in her badge. so she took a job with the los angeles police department, and when jay came too? she got her partner back. she missed intelligence. she missed her family. atwater and dawson and olinsky and ruzek. she missed them. she loved them. they were her family. but she could live without them. and it wasn't like she cut off communication. olinsky called her every day and she still talked to the others. she could live without them. but she couldn't live without her partner. he knew that. that's why he followed her.

she could, however, live without him seeing her like this, because that look on his face? she hated that. "i'm fine," she said, walking towards him in the hospital with her arm in a sling. "the doctor said i have to wear this thing for a few days but . . . i'm fine babe," she promised, cupping his face with her free hand— her left hand with his ring on her finger— so she could give him a kiss that was more for his comfort than her own. "if you think this is bad, you should see the other guy," she teased to lighten the mood. then she said those two words again : "i'm fine."

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send  “  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”  for  the  sender  to  find  the  receiver  injured  and  demand  to  know  who  did  it.

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also i'm working on a CI oc and it would be super helpful if y'all could give me some fc suggestions for someone that could pass for late thirties please and thank you!