#kevin atwater drabble

[witchygagirlwrites]

Cinder-Part 2

Kevin Atwater x Reader (nicknamed Cinder)

So, maybe you do like Kevin???

Warnings: Cursing and some violence, adorable dorks flirting

You parked your jeep and climbed out, grabbing your bag to head into the precinct. You heard a whistle followed by someone calling your name. You spun around to see Kevin walking towards you. “Morning Atwater” he grinned “Morning Cinder..I got you something” you raised an eyebrow “You got me something?” he nodded and reached into his jacket pocket and held out a duck that was dressed like Maleficent. Your eyes lit up “Holy hell! Where did you find this!” 

He grinned “Can’t be giving you all my secrets quite yet, now can I? Just wanted to show proof that detectives in the twenty-first are cool. At least in Intelligence anyways” you grinned and took the duck then unlocked your jeep and leaned back in to put it with the others. When you climbed back out you smiled at him “Now I feel like I need to one up you and surprise you with something” he shrugged “I ain’t gonna turn down a present from a pretty woman but don’t stress yourself either”

You shook your head as you fell in next to him, both of you walking up the steps into the precinct. He held the door open for you then once both of you were inside he nodded towards the stairs leading up to Intelligence “I’m gonna head up, see you around” “See you around” you replied with a smile. You headed to the locker room to get changed.

 “Son of a bitch” you muttered under your breath, as you chased a guy down an alley. Billy had gone wide in an effort to cut him off while you stayed on his ass.

You and Billy were tasked with chasing this guy down in ties with one of Voight’s cases and apparently he knew something good because the moment he saw the uniforms this guy had decided to give the freaking flash a run for his money.

You slid around a corner and managed to slam into the guy, knocking him full force down to the concrete at the same time Billy caught up. “STAY DOWN” you both yelled in unison.

You shifted to have your knee in the guy’s lower back and cut your eyes up at Billy “Got me?” He nodded, gun out and pointed down but ready “I got you” you took some of your weight off the guy to reach for your cuffs. “Now, you’re under arrest for suspicion of drug smuggling, human trafficking and just being an asshole” 

“Man I don’t know nothing about none of that” he argued as you snatched him to his feet. Billy nodded “So the foot chase was you making sure CPD got our exercise in for the day?” The guy had the nerve to grin “Yes sir officer, just doing my civic duty” “You stupid bastard” you muttered and shook your head.

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Ronnie Gore. Some low level runner. The thing was he knew basically every step of Jones' business. If Voight could flip him it could help a lot. 

Everyone was in the bullpen when the gate popped and Voight walked out of his office “We got Gore” “Who is we?” Kevin heard your voice and couldn’t help the smile that slipped onto his face as you made it to the top of the stairs, shoving Gore in front of you.

Voight crossed his arms “Officer Platt, Officer Martell. Good job” he saw the smirk that you and Voight were both trying to hide as you passed Gore off to Halstead. “All I ask” you told Voight with a grin. Lindsay shook her head because she knew you could get by with it like she could. 

You turned to leave but cut your eyes at him and smiled before slapping Martell on the shoulder and the two of you headed down the stairs. “Man don’t do it” Adam’s voice hit his ears and he turned to look to see Adam was grinning at him “Do what?”

“The way you’re looking at Platts niece?” Adam offered and he scoffed “I ain’t looking at Cinder no way” Adam grinned “And I don’t look at Kim no way, Jay don’t look at Erin no way” Kevin shook his head “Man shut the hell up” and that just spurred Adam to start laughing “You’ve got a thing for her, don’t you?”

“She's nice, that's all” he tried but Adam shook his head “Platts niece. Damn kev” 

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“I’m not saying don't do it but you do know with him being in intelligence there may be some mouth running?” Billy said as the two of you finally sat down for lunch. “What are we talking about exactly?” You asked and he rolled his eyes “You and Atwater! The way you can see the little cartoon hearts floating around when you two are near each other? The man bought you a fucking duck for christs sake!”

“The duck was more than likely because he found out I’m Trudy’s niece” you reminded him and he shook his head “I know you’re Trudy’s niece and I don’t care” you rolled your eyes “I didn’t accuse you of being an ass the first day we met because I ran into you like I did him?” You reminded him and he nodded “And the way the man looks at you?” You shook your head “He doesn’t look at me any type of way Billy”

“You’re both damn good cops! How are you so oblivious?” He asked and you shook your head “Eat before I take your fries” 

You had gotten roped into going out. Well Erin had showed up to your apartment with Jay in tow and said “Grab your jacket” that was the end of that. You knew her better than that so you did indeed grab your jacket.

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You walked into Molly’s and Jay looked back “What ya want Cin?” “Just a beer?” You asked and he nodded “Got ya” and pressed a kiss to Erin’s temple before he headed to the bar and she dragged you to the corner where their unit was. You spotted Billy and a few other patrolmen “I’m talking to my partner Linds” you told her and she nodded “Ok”

You walked over and he grinned “Out with the big boys” “I will kick your ass here and now” you swore and he winked at you “No you won’t. You don’t know what kind of partner you may get next” ok, he had you there. “Where’s your boyfriend?” You asked and he nodded to the bathroom where Lyle was headed to the two of you then he cut his eyes back at you “Where’s your boyfriend?” 

You glared at him then he looked towards the door and grinned “Oh, there he is” you turned to follow his line of sight without thinking and had to bite your damn cheek to not smile when Kevin walked in. He noticed you and a smile slipped onto his face and you lost the fight with not smiling then and there. 

“Aww that’s adorable” he teased and you rolled your eyes “Bite me William” he grinned “I’m certain Atwater would prefer that task” you shook your head as Kevin made it to the two of you and luckily did not hear Billy’s teasing. “Sup cinder? How did they get you out tonight?”

You looked around then pointed to Erin “I was kidnapped by two of your unit” he shrugged “I’d say something but I got to see you so I can’t be too mad now can I?” Billy made a sound behind you so you told Kevin “excuse me” then turned and punched Billy’s arm and told Lyle hey before saying “Ok, Jay has me a beer anyways so let’s go”

You lead the way to the corner where intelligence was taking up a couple tables. Jay held your beer out and you smiled when you saw he had a napkin over the top of it. “Thank you sir” he nodded “You’re welcome ma’am” “Aren’t they adorable?” Erin teased and Kevin shook his head “Cinder? Sure. Halstead? Not so much”

“I’m hurt Kev, really I am. I’d call you adorable” you laughed as the two of them started playfully arguing so you sat down between Erin and Kim.

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Kevin didn’t miss how Adam kept giving him looks every time the two of you would start talking. He was not flirting with you, you were not flirting with him. Dammit y’all were just talking. 

“Are we still going shopping tomorrow?” Kim asked you and that got his attention back on the conversations happening around him. “Yeah, I mean unless Adam decides he doesn’t want to share you” you laughed, cutting your eyes at Adam who winked at you “Anyone else? No. You? I’ll let it slide this once” 

“Erin?” You asked and she nodded “Sure” you had moved to sit between Kevin and Kim after you had gone to the bathroom so every time you moved you were either bumping against him or just leaning around him to talk. “You need to trade places short stuff?” He asked with a grin and you playfully glared at him “No, I’m fine. Not everyone is as big as you are Mr Atwater”

“I’d say I’m sorry but I ain’t never had no complaints” he had not meant for that to slip out. Everyone cracked up laughing and your eyes widened before one eyebrow shot up “I bet you haven’t” and that made his face warm because he had definitely not been expecting you to say that.

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“Ok Cin, Erin come on you two” Jay was rounding you and Erin up like he was herding cats. You weren’t even drunk. You just weren’t listening to him. “Fine, take me home Halstead then go ravish your girl” you laughed and waved to the rest of the unit “Bye, Kim see you tomorrow. Adam you’re a dick but I like you, Kevin you’re a sweetheart”

Jay shook his head “I really don’t feel like carrying both of you but I will” Erin grabbed your hand “He means it” you both ran out to his truck, laughing.

“This is dumb, god this is dumb” you touched the keychain that was in your pocket and not for the first time considered just giving it to Trudy. “No, you’re giving it to him” Billy urged you and he grabbed your arm, waving at Kevin to hold up before he walked into the precinct.

Kevin walked over to the two of you “Morning” Billy smiled “Morning Atwater, Cinder got you something” then he damn near ran up the stairs inside.

Kevin watched him go then looked at you with a smile “You got me something?” “It’s dumb, you can tell me it’s dumb” he nodded slowly “Can I see it first?”

You pulled the keychain out. It had a tiny little duck at the end that was dressed in a uniform that looked nearly identical to the one you were wearing. “This for me?” He asked and you shrugged “I saw it and I already have too many keychains, any more and I’ll hurt my ignition. If you don’t like it it’s ok. I can give it to Trudy or Billy can give it to Lyle or….” He cut you off by saying your name lightly.

You looked up at him and he held his hand out “Can I have my keychain?” You put it in his hand and he pulled his house keys out of his pocket and immediately put them on it. “See? Now my favorite little patrolman can watch my house keys for me” 

You felt your face warm “You don’t have to use it Kev” he smiled “You got it for me angel, it’s cute and looks like you. I’m gonna use it because I want to” “Ok” you finally said and he smiled “Thank you by the way” “You’re welcome” he held out his hand “Come on, niece or not Trudy is gonna get your ass if you’re late to roll call” 

He pulled you up the stairs behind him and dropped your hand to open the door. You walked in the threshold in front of him. When you got to the front desk he veered off to go upstairs while you veered off to go behind Billy. 

“So?” Billy asked and you smiled “He put his house keys on it” “You two are fucking adorable” he laughed and slung his arm around your shoulders “Come on, let’s get to work”

Part 3

@elvenpirate51

[hotchstead]

Sleeping - Kevin Atwater

Requested: yes

word count: 397

warnings: fluff

a/n: sorry this is short, ive never like written kev before so this is me getting a feel

Morning afters at Kevin’s were probably your favorite thing. Actually, they were. There was genuinely nothing better than waking up next to him with his chest to your back and his arm over your side. 

Truly even sex itself would never come up to par with simply sleeping next to the man you loved. And Kev agreed fully. Half the time he opted for laying together, talking, running his hands through or over your hair.

Talking about anything and everything from work, to the sports game that was gonna be on the next night or that had just ended. Those late night conversations were the culprit of you convincing him to do facemasks and such with you as well.

They were heaven. And it always, always ended in the best night sleep of your entire life. As if each night together one upped the last. Falling asleep to his body heat, the way he softly hummed if he could tell you were still awake.

Everything about sleeping together was just… heavenly. Being with him in general, was straight up heaven. No seriously, you’ve heard his morning voice and truly nothing was sweeter in your ear. “Did you sleep well?” The same question every morning followed by a light kiss to your shoulder.

He did it without fail each time and no matter what it made your heart flutter. As usual you twisted under his hold, looking at him when you were finally eye to eye. “Always do with you,” You slid a hand up his arm, resting on his cheek. “You’re like the god of good sleep or something.” 

The man chuckled, turning his head just slightly to kiss the palm of your hand. “Yeah, you’re pretty comfortable too,” A slight grin cracked onto his mouth. “Helps when you tire me out,” Kevin teased, his hands snaking over you.

“Oh my god.” You muttered, face flushing before you curled into yourself, face against his chest. “Shut up.”

“Am I cliche if I say make me?” He countered, your head lifting to nod, leaning forward to press a firm kiss to his lips regardless. The man would always be a morning flirt and honestly, you’d never change it.

That was just another thing you adored about him. Always had been and always would be.

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home life with them! | multi 🏠

A/N: because being booed up can be fun & this is just a quick little thing I’ve been thinking about and decided to write for shits and giggles tbh!

WARNINGS: language, usage of the n-word, fluff, bickering, talks of intimate moments, Mary being delusional, & modern times with Smoke & Stack?

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~ KEVIN ATWATER ~

Slow Sundays were a thing in your household…except it really wasn’t with Kevin?

Usually it’s his only day off and sure he may lay in bed a little longer with you propped up on his chest but when the man was ready to work? There was no stopping him.

Basically he was like that parent that loved waking your ass up on a Saturday morning with the vacuum cleaner and old jams bouncing off the walls, except in this case…it was a Sunday!

Majority of the time he would let you sleep in, might even start off a little quiet but you should have known that was short lived and him trying to soften the blow by pressing lingering kisses at your brow and squeezing your shoulder before he let go of you.

“Babe! Have you seen my—oh my fault I found it.” — as if he hadn’t been knocking stuff over in the room for about five minutes now, always apologizing each time as you tried to sleep.

He’ll get some laundry going, even throw a few of your pieces in too—although you may have had more time to get through your laundry during the previous week—the man is just considerate like that.

“Babe, whatchu want for breakfast? My famous pancakes or something else?” He’ll question poking his head back into the room. You’ll lift your head out from over the covers, if you’re not a morning person (like me) that look says it all.

Eventually you’ll make your way to the kitchen, the aroma of food luring you out. Your attempts to sneak up on him, hugging him from behind and burrying your face in his back always makes his heart swell. He knows your footsteps well and it’s pros of being a cop, so you sneaking up on him? Never works in your favor but sometimes he doesn’t mind playing along.

Definitely the type to stop what he’s doing to press his hand on top of yours as you hug him.

“What you want to do today after this house work? Movies? Dinner at the diner? Head to Kim and Adam’s? You need to make a grocery run for something?” He’s ranting as if last Sunday wasn’t ridiculously busy.

You’re seated at the island counter pressing your cheek into your hand just gazing at him, “I just want to look at you, flash.” You say giving him that old silly nickname since he used to be on a track team in his high school years and you were postive he’s done a lot of running around in the IU…which is always a little funny to picture with his long legs.

Kevin shares the same look of love in his doe eyes as he looks up and over at you after flipping a pancake over, “Well in that case…I’m all yours if you want me, you got me.”

“There’s never a day that I don’t…even when you wake me up too damn early on a Sunday.”

Kevin shrugs, “You love me, though.”

“That I do.” You sigh but perk up as he slides you a bowl of cut up fruit.

Kevin presses his teeth over his bottom lip with a smile, “Feelings mutual, baby. Now you eat up, we got a day ahead of us.” He starts, easily picking up on the blank look you send him, “I promise it’ll be a good one. Not too much.”

You hum as he comes around to smack a kiss against your cheek, squeezing at your hips.

~ DANTE TORRES ~

Dante’s not much of a tv person, never has been but when he starts dating you and divides his time between yours and his childhood home, he starts to be? Sort of.

You quickly learn during your sleepovers that he doesn’t do much sleeping in the first place…even if you end up tangled through the sheets and put through a mattress…the man hardly sleeps.

He’ll nap at best and when you question him about it, he tells you he’s always been that way, always had trouble with insomnia since he was a kid. There were countless times where he would stay up at night to make sure he didn’t hear his step-father hurting his mom. His sleeping habits got even worse once he ended up in juvi.

Ofc it broke your heart and you always told him he was safe here with you. This he knew but it still felt nice to hear it.

He found it odd the first time he stayed over, learning that you liked to sleep with the tv on. You peered over at him before climbing into bed, “I’ve been in this place by myself at night for awhile…I need the noise as a distraction. When it’s too quiet, it makes me anxious.”

Which lets Dante know that you’re not that much different at all. “Guess that means I need to be over more.” Before he fully enters the room, making you smile at the thought.

You’re into those trashy dating reality shows, where you’ll give your own commentary, really getting into it like his ma when she’s watching those soaps. Dante finds it humorous himself, watching you get all riled up at the couple where the other half just found out their significant other tried to gaslight them after finding out they were cheating.

“Can you fucking believe this guy?! He’s GARBAGE.”

“Absolutely.” Dante quietly says with a nod of his head as you look over at him, “He shows no respect.”

“Thank you!” You exhale before flopping back against your pillow as Dante is up on his elbow staring more at you than the screen.

You’re aware of it, it’s something he’s always done and at times it did make you self-conscious but when you were slightly distracted you just viewed his eye contact as sunlight.

You tune it out once you’re so deep into a show, looping your arm with Dante’s as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head before focusing back on the show with you.

Some months later into your relationship, you end up with a cat (or any other house animal if you’re allergic or don’t like them)…much to Dante’s surprise. Yes you mentioned getting a pet before in the early stages of dating and even showed him the one you really wanted but it was a good two hour drive away. He didn’t actually think you would end up having a spur of the moment…that was more his thing.

“I…guess that means the girls weekend trip went well then.” Dante comments, looking at the odd looking feline that made it’s self comfortable on his spot on the couch.

It’s rocky at first, the lykoi cat (that you named Britain after the film “An American werewolf in London”) tried to get used to the home and Dante. Yet it loved you…as it should!

Britain even started to piss on Dante’s white shirts. The first time he stole it from one of the lounge chairs Dante tossed in your room.

“What’s his problem?” Dante questioned with a deep frown as he held the stained shirt up, “I’ve been nice to the guy since he’s got here and all I got in return is a scratch to my hand, my shirts ruined, and hissed at when i stay over and try to hold you at night.”

Your attempts to hide the bubble of laughter in your throat does not go unnnoticed as you wrap your arms around Dante’s neck, “Don’t take it too personal honey, he’s just a baby.”

You already planned on getting a bunch more white tees and leaving them here and out of reach from the kitten.

“Well I was your baby first.” Dante mutters as you laugh, running your thumb over the tattoo on the back of his neck.

Dante soon comes to a understanding with the Lykoi. He’s saying at your place but you’re at an event for your friend and just let him know that you’re on your way home for the night. He realizes that you left the tv on in the living room and turned it off with no sign of the cat. This time.

Dante’s upstairs, already undressed for the night and set his timer estimating what time you should be here and when he would go back downstairs. Dante decides to turn the tv on in the room, getting caught off guard as Britain hops onto the bed and turns into a loaf at the end of it.

After a few moments of silence, the cat meows looking over its shoulder at Dante and Dante cautiously changes the channel, earning more meows until he finds something he likes.

“Wooow.” Dante laughs to himself after the cat goes quiet and he hops into bed, ready to text the guys about this since they already witnessed the nasty scar on his hand from the wolf looking feline.

That same scar (which resulted in stitches) he got when he turned off the tv one night in the living room where you fell asleep with the cat nearly sleeping on your head.

Dante gets comfortable on the bed, clasping his hands on top of his head shifting his gaze from the screen and the cat, making sure to keep his feet away from Britain as well.

When Britain gets up to stretch, Dante holds his breath as his yellow eyes pour into his hazel ones. The lykoi is on the prowl, taking cautious steps and Dante would really hate to have to harm your cat with a lamp if he decided to claw at his face this time!

Instead the cat purrs taking a spot right on your pillow, meowing as he turns his attention back to the tv.

Dante with his guard still up slowly relaxes when the cat moves again, nudging its head against his shoulder, demanding pets.

Which he ends up giving, “Oh we’re homies now, huh?”

Leading to the pair falling asleep together with the tv on.

Leaving you a smirking mess as you snap a picture once you get home, already finding it odd that Dante wasn’t downstairs waiting up for you.

This would be your new screensaver…until you realize the two bastards were up watching your show without you.

~ ELIJAH SMOKE MOORE~

“We really about to go to this dumbass party?” Smoke asks you for what felt like the millionth time, standing behind you in your walk in closet, after putting the custom made necklace he got for you one Christmas around your neck.

You laugh in the mirror, “Of course we are, it’s for Stack.”

Smoke rolls his eyes, “It ain’t even that nigga’s birthday—even though he think it is. And trust me, I would know.”

You snicker, “Didn’t we promise…RSVP to this thing a month or two ago?”

“I never promised nothin’. I helped with the set up and planning along with Bo n’ them, that should be good enough.”

“Not you complaining about having a night out to support your twin’s success! We’ve been homebodies ever since you put this baby in me.” You turn around pouting a little as you play with the collar of Smoke’s shirt.

It’s true, ever since y’all got married you’ve been on the go. Now with your first baby on the way, the both of you definitely slowed down.

Smoke had no problem showing you the world just enough to share one once he knew you were his. It wasn’t easy getting him to open up due to the trauma of being a vet along with his childhood and all that but you were a light in his world that he wanted to keep close.

He preferred roadtrips whether that meant he drove or catching a train or hell even cruises he was cool with! He was not big on airplanes and none of that air shit. Which meant you were limited for certain destinations but one day you were going to get him on a plane.

Being at home was no thing to Smoke since he already co-owned a very busy successful club with Stack that started in their home town back in Mississippi. (Which was now looked over by Bo and other trusted workers but the man was still about his business. If there was an issue he couldn’t handle over the phone then he was there!)

Stack managed the second club in Chicago mainly and just started his own brown liquor brand: Clark Striker which was the reason for this night out.

You and Smoke resided in Tennessee (with a property managing business) and made this special trip out to Chicago for stack. You knew how much Smoke loved Stack, that was his baby brother after all and he would do anything for him…he just preferred not be around a few of his friends he’s made out here.

Smoke lifts his chin, “Who even gon’ be there?”

“Me,” you laugh, “All you gotta do is focus on me. And you know we can always use the truth of me being pregnant to slide whenever we want.”

Smoke grinned at you then as you did a spin for him in that dress. You were in your second trimester, the first had you sick as a dog with a bad attitude but your second? Had you beaming with a burst of energy. You looked as if you were ready to tear it up on the dance floor already, having plenty of playlists as you started getting ready three whole hours before this function was even supposed to start.

Smoke found it unnecessary and barely needed a hour to get ready. He knew how to clean up well and Stack always told him he had him to thank for that or else he would, “still be walkin’ around this bitch like G.I. Joe. You not gonna embarrass my ass.”

“You embarrass me every day, nigga so what’s your point?” Smoke would snap back as Stack rolled one up for them to share, while they sat on the back patio together.

It was a rule, any smoking would be done outside of the house. You did not want your house smelling like that. It also applied to you too if you were a smoker—unless you were down for edibles instead then it was free game.

It brought you pride whenever someone visited and stepped into your shared home with smoke, that people were not only impressed with the architecture (s/o to Terry Richmond’s contracting and building company: Timberline Ridge Renovations) but the way it always smelled so good.

Of course smoke knew how much appearance was important, especially for events and owning multiple clubs. Yet he was also comfortable in his own damn skin and if anybody had a problem with it, he would take it up with their kneecaps.

You informed after getting a notification on your phone that sat on the cabinets which contained your other jewelry, “C’mon James St. Patrick, the traffic is picking up a little bit on the main route.”

“Then we ain’t goin’,” he starts up again and catches your eye, “That route. I’ll find another.”

Ofc he would! He always found secret ways and sometimes they always felt longer. When it came to trips, smoke was always looking for different directions with less people, best deals, and professional customer service or else things would be said.

Making sure the both of you had every thing and receiving a call from stack on your way out, who asked where y’all were at, “It ain’t no surprise y’all didn’t leave the damn house yet. Stop being whack and get your asses here.”

Having a house in three different states was a lot, to the point Smoke even considered selling your smallest one in Chicago or turning it into a Airbnb (you didn’t want anybody living in your house—smoke wasn’t the only stubborn one—and stack had no problem looking after it even with smoke’s bs demands) but you both made it work.

“You sure you got everything, woman? Cause we know you’re sometimes forgetful and then I got to come back.” Smoke states as you left the front door open, standing on the steps as he got ready to set the alarm.

You scoff, looking up from your phone after texting some friends that you two were leaving now, “Don’t work my nerves, Elijah. You’re just looking for any excuse to stay here. Four hours won’t hurt us too much.”

Smoke sets the alarm and makes sure the door is locked, plucking the gift bag you were obsessing over for him to hold instead, “Who said four? I thought we compromised on two. The good thang is you’re not drinking so it won’t be a full shift tonight.”

Scrunching up your nose, you take his hand nonetheless as you go down the steps together. It was no secret, once you got drunk that meant you loved to dance. Now you were on a cleanse and wouldn’t be indulging in that brown liquor but would sip on a pretty mocktail.

“Keep throwin’ shots at me and Ida-May will learn just how mean her daddy is being to her mama. Keep it up.” You sass as you hop up into the “family car.”

Elijah snorts to himself, placing the gift bag by your legs but not without placing his hand on your belly and whispering, “Don’t listen your your mama girl, it’s all lies—you know she crazy already just from livin’ inside her don’t cha?”

A kick is felt right against his hand, making him grin wildly while you suck your teeth, already convinced those two would team up against you.

“Let’s go already.” You order while Elijah stands up with a dip of his head.

“Yes ma’am,” he responds closing the door and jogging around to the driver’s side but not without glancing at your house, smiling to himself at this lifestyle, before getting into the car.

~ ELIAS STACK MOORE ~

“Sign here.” You can hear just as a KAYTRANADA track on a shuffled playlist faded out.

You spent the last hour working out downstairs in the gym.

“Didn’t I just tell yo ass we didn’t order nothing?”

Which automatically made you pause a upcoming song, making quick work of walking around the corner to the front entrance of your home.

The mover just got finished saying your name, after shuffling through papers and you grinned as you stepped up behind Stack who spun at your presence.

Plucking the clipboard from one of the movers you quickly scribbled your name down, apologizing for your man’s behavior.

Confusion was clear on Stack’s face who began folding his arms and mean-mugging the man that sized him up before he spun around to bark orders at the other workers.

“Mind tellin’ me what the hell is goin’ on?”

You’re all grins as you hold out your arm pushing Stack back against the wall and also stepping out of the way as the head man popped back into the home.

“Dinning room is just towards the back there across from the kitchen.” You told the head mover who nodded his head, peeking around the home—which didn’t sit right to Stack—because wtf was he plotting?

Bouncing on your toes you say, “I’m gonna take a shower while you play nice with the movers.”

“That’s coo and everything but what they bringing into the house? Which I know nothing about.”

“Oh that’s just our new dining table that you’re going to put together.” You respond with joy in your tone, “Annie, Uncle Slim, and I went and picked it out weeks ago, it was on back order because I switched to a different wood that was imported from somewhere…I can’t remember. All I know is that it matches better with the emerald green walls we got going on in that space.”

Stack scratched at his nose now, laughing a bit in disbelief but not really because he knew his girl as his grills were flashed at you while he did so, “Were we not supposed to pick that shit out together?”

“And the day we were supposed to, you got a call the night before and booked a ticket back to Clarksdale that same morning for what? Five days. Business is business right? So I handled ours here.” You went to pat his face, smug smile on your lips now.

Stack snatched your hand from his face and gave you a warning look but you’ll be damned if you feared a man.

“Behind my back? You deadass?”

“Just like you allowed that bitch into our home that day and she thought she could walk out of this house untouched.”

Stack held his head back in annoyance puffing out air from his nostrils, “You still actin’ like I asked Mary to bring her ass here when I don’t even know how she got our address.”

Probably snooping through Annie’s phone if you had to guess.

You met Annie and the Moore twins at Annie’s establishment actually. They just moved in from Mississippi but the twins were already familiar with Chicago. Smoke barely liked staying here in the first place but it sounded like they needed to get out of the delta.

Annie was originally from New Orleans, which didn’t take long for you to guess. Smoke was actually trying to convince her to move back there but she was content taking “vacations” there instead. Her beauty shop also consisted of oils, incense, and some home products. Annie Moore was a true boho goddess who practiced hoodoo.

When you met Stack, you were in there getting your hair done and he was ready to cut up as soon as he laid eyes on you. Making Annie interrupt as you sat with her homemade conditioner and steam treatment. “Boy, if you don’t get out of her face before I mop the floor with yours!”

That didn’t stop stack from kissing your hand and winking at you, saying he was sure he would see you soon. And every other appointment you had, you did.

This relationship wasn’t a breeze by any means and part of it had to do with Stack’s ex, Mary. Who couldn’t let him go despite the amount of times he told her he’s moved on and didn’t want her ass no more.

He even told you, “Not that I asked but Sammie told me that Pearline told him that Mary s’pposed to be datin’ some dude that looks like the dude who played in get out.”

Which had you looking at the invisible camera.

Mary even had the nerve to show up to your house and barge her way in. She didn’t expect you to be home, coming out of the half bathroom by the living room, which resulted in a beat down after she also had the audacity to wave her fingers at you, asking what was for dinner.

You didn’t have a dinning table for almost two months so you did the honors.

“And I also asked you if she was going to be a problem, for you handle it back when she was blowing up your phone, before she pulled that shit that she pulled. Regardless…I’m letting that go and finding my happiness in a much better table anyway. So get to it, Bob the builder.”

You’re ready to head upstairs as you see the men taking their time carrying boxes up the steps to your home.

“Got me fucked up. I got your Bob the builder, alright.”

“What was that?” You spun on the steps with a wicked look in your eye which Stack had no problem matching.

Stack gave a mocking grin, “I said I gotchu, girl.”

You took your sweet ass time in the shower too, not that stack expected anything different. Your routines were always as long as ever plus he had something to keep himself busy.

When you got back downstairs to the main floor, you let out a sigh of satisfaction at the sight of your new dinning table.

You mumbled to yourself, “Where are the chairs?”

“Ma, I’m workin’ on it, damn.”

You didn’t even notice stack lounging underneath the table on the other side, almost making you jump out of your skin.

“You did good baby,” you encourage as you watch him crawl out from the table to wipe the sweat off his forehead and kick the hammer to the side, “Want me to order from that East African spot you like for dinner?”

With your phone already out you pulled up the site to order online for delivery. Knowing his usual order of Luwombo you made sure to include what he vocally said, “And extra Injera and Boo sauce. Put it on my card.”

“Nope this one is all on me. The table was on you.” You wink over at him while Stack snorts out a laugh, knowing he should have expected that. And doesn’t bother to argue this time.

After confirming the order with no other added items, you walk over to the kitchen to hydrate the both of you. Meeting Stack in the dining room, which he leaned against he takes the drink from you, “if I don’t get to the chairs, I’ll definitely get to them next weekend.”

“So…that means Halloween?”

“Ah-ha! You got jokes.”

You smile as you sip on the sweet tea, “No, baby it looks great, just like i knew it would.”

“Yeah?” Stack questions as he looks back at it, running his hand over the material, “You made a solid choice if I do say so myself, I’ll give you that. Now how about we test it out?”

You frown, “How if we don’t have any chairs?” Missing the look in stack’s eyes and the lick of his lips as he reaches out for your waist.

Stack shrugs, “Ain’t no thang. I lay back and you just get on top.”

“Ohhhh,” you drag out catching on, “So now you want me to do all the work and then blame me when the table ends up broken, again?”

Stack smirks, “I didn’t say you had to bounce on it. My face is also the perfect seat.”

You shove him, sharing a laugh, before Stack is pecking your lips and letting a hand grip on your backside. Breaking away from him you point a finger at him in warning, while he bit down on his bottom lip before nipping your finger.

“We have like thirty-forty minutes until the food gets here, don’t we?” Stack was still trying to persuade you, making you laugh once more.

You nod, “Yes! That’s the perfect amount of time to get started on one of the six chairs.”

“Got damn, six!?” He raises his brow while you sip at your tea with a smirk, “Oh hell no you’re tryna work me to the bone, gal.”

You snort moving to take a seat at the small back table by the windows that had the view of the backyard, “When have you ever been afraid of a little work, Elias?”

“I think I’d be a little less afraid with that cat on my tongue instead of this brew.”

You gasp, “You’re so nasty!”

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” He clicks his tongue at you, pulling out a chair by the island to relax for a bit, daring you to tell him to get back to work.

The both of you playfully glare at each other, until stack cracks first, pecking his lips at you before turning his attention back to his phone and you gazing out the window.

𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎. 𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎. 𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎. 𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎.

FIN.

[nebulaoz]

freckles by kevin atwater is such a steddie song

especially if eddie sings it and uses his acoustic guitar for it

OH my god dude.

i can just imagine steve watching the show with tears in his fucking eyes

theyd drive back in his car, robin in nancys car. will, mike and lucas in steves car and max, el, dustin and erica in nancys.

the drive to steves house was almost completely silent apart from the quiet conversation of the kids in the back.

when they got home, steve let them put on a movie while he took a shower, eddie downstairs ordering pizza for them.

eddie heard the shower turn off, the movie 20 minutes in. after a few minutes, steve called eddie up to his room.

the walk up the stairs was anxiety inducing, a million thoughts racing around his mind. though still, a glimpse of hope in his chest.

the door croaked open, showing a damp-haired steve harrington sitting on the bed on the side of the room.

he looked up to where eddie was standing in the doorway, "i liked the song" he said with a gentle smile.

eddie chuckled and went to sit down next to him on the edge of the bed.

an awkward silence draped over them like a cold blanket, neither of them wanting to ruin the quiet moment.

after a while steve said teasingly, "you didn't have to mention the joni mitchell thing."

they both giggled.

steve spoke up again, "...i dont want to give you nothing." he turned his head to eddie.

eddie looked back at him, a glimmer of wonder in his deep brown eyes.

after another silence eddie simply murmured with a slight huff of air, "god, your so pretty."

they both simultaneously glanced at eachothers lips, locking eyes once more.

eddie couldn't tell you who did it first, but all of a sudden, steve harrington's lips were pressed gently to his.

his lips were soft, slightly chapped but tasted like mint chapstick.

the kiss was so gentle eddie thought he could melt like snow in a heatwave.

steve smiled against his lips and eddie grinned, the both of them giggling like school girls.

"stop laughing, im trying to kiss you." steve giggled against his lips, the position of them making half of the sentence sound smushed.

eddie pulled back and laughed, resting their foreheads against eachothers.

"okay okay lover boy, try again then." eddie giggled.

a hand was placed on the back of his neck, playing with the baby curls of his hair.

"as you wish." steve chuckled and kissed him again.

god eddie was going to marry that man.

[proceduralpassion]

400 Follower Celebration Sleepover Masterlist

expose, stir, leadership | Stuart Scola

fear, love, emergency | Kevin Atwater

fluff, sick, kiss | OA Zidan

sister, protective, love | OA Zidan

scar, bench, entrance | Juice Ortiz

hands, love, tremble | Dante Torres

suit, soft, whisper | Robert "Bob" Floyd

protect, sacrifice, obligation | OA Zidan

cart, gravel, fish | Jax Teller

change, embrace, locked | Marcus Alvarez

scooting, deep, view | Nestor Oceteva

helping, collar, abide | Bishop Losa

pyramid, cycle, beginning | Dante Torres

frog, burial, play | Terry Bruno

village, panic, garbage | Mike Duarte

stadium, ally, chart | Kevin Atwater

tender, warmth, closeness | Scott Forrester

fight, dress, drive | Gilly Lopez

scoop, paralyzed, tug | Kevin Atwater

comforter, switch, trickle | Gilly Lopez

paint, leaves, chain | Gilly Lopez

[enretrogue]

𝗠𝗔𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC RECS M.LIST

ONE CHICAGO

KEVIN ATWATER

Badge of Honor — @keanureevesisbae

Torments — @proceduralpassion .☘︎ ݁˖

I’ll Be Seeing You — @proceduralpassion .☘︎ ݁˖

Just One Round — @yaachtynoboat711 .☘︎ ݁˖

Coffee Bae — @yaachtynoboat711 .☘︎ ݁˖

Can We Talk — @yaachtynoboat711 .☘︎ ݁˖

S.O.S. — @darqchilddaydreamz .☘︎ ݁˖

I Got You — @darqchilddaydreamz .☘︎ ݁˖

Daddy Kink — @strwbrrykss

Nothin’ I Wouldn’t Do For You — @libraryofloveletters

Won’t You Be Mine?— @ssahotchswifemain

Smoothie — @reelwriter19 .☘︎ ݁˖

Say It — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

Doctor’s Visit (Drabble) — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

Lucky Ones — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

Ready — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

CONNOR RHODES

Lunch — @collecting-stories

Model Husband — @deanstead

Money, Money, Money — @poppadom0912

Vows — @deanstead

In The Dark — @bullet-prooflove

JAY HALSTEAD

My Blessings — @halsteadlover

Mine — @onechicagolife

What Are You Doing? — @themultifandomgal

Never Been So Scared — @dlmlufics

Med Students — @poppadom0912

I’m Late — @dlmlufics

Domestic — @lily174

I’ll Look Out For You — @lily174

Birthday Surprise — @dlmlufics

I Promised You Forever — @dlmlufics

The Sister Halstead Materlist — @citygirlcharlotte

Baby Halstead — @dlmlufics

Mrs. Detective Jay Halstead — @dlmlufics

HANK VOIGHT

Keep You Safe — @poisonedjoinery

Filthy Secrets — @poisonedjoinery

Sweet Little Thing — @poisonedjoinery

The Family We Chose — @procrastinatorimagines

Hank x Deaf!Fem!Reader — @keanureevesisbae

Is That My Shirt? — @one-sweet-gubler

Slow And Steady — @smaoineamhsalach

Accidental First Kiss — @libraryofloveletters

TLOU

ABBY ANDERSON

Anything But Me (+ Ellie Williams) ⎢ Part 2 — @seattlesellie

Abby x Ticklish!Reader — @lolasimms

First Kiss — @millerssurora

Sleepy Lovemaking w/ Abby — @lolasimms

Scumbag!Abby — @canaidliafail

Uncharted Territory — @sweetercalypso

Abby Being Sweet w/ Crybaby!Reader — @sweetercalypso

Stressed Out — @ourautumn86

Tea Parties and Mockery — @lolasimms

Espresso and Hand Holding — @lolasimms

Abby and Reader w/ Toddler Twins — @lolasimms

Girl Mom!Abby x Black!Reader ⎢ More HCs — @theendofevangelionnn .☘︎ ݁˖

At Least I Got You In My Head ⎢ 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 2.5 ⎢ 3 — @whatwouldsylwrite

Camgirl!Reader x Camgirl!Abby — @deblklesb

Abby Making A Sextape With You— @deblklesb

Soft Ridges — @elsfairy

Discovering The Mommy Kink — @hope-drunk

The Late Shift — @pinknightsinmymind

Tan Lines — @sweetercalypso

Look, Wild Cherries! — @s-4pphics .☘︎ ݁˖

Sexting w/ GF!Abby — @ourautumn86

Jealous Sex w/ Basketball!Abby — @elsweetheart

Morning Routine — @lolasimms

Abby Teasing You — @strawberryjamheart

Stay Grounded ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 — @canaidliafail

Deep End — @angelkissiies

Stubborn — @darlingmisa

It’s Gonna Kill Me — @fleshwaters

Abby Anderson NSFW HCs — @pinknightsinmymind

Size Kink w/ Abby — @seattlesellie

Mom!Abby HCs — @lolasimms

Abby Helps You Squirt — @sweet-lover-girl

Mornings — @pinknightsinmymind

Wife!Abby and Reader ⎢ Part Two — @lolasimms

Modern AU: GF!Abby HCs ⎢ Part 2 — @hyperfixatesnwrites

What? Like It’s Hard? — @angelkissiies

Try Something New — @toasty-melons

Lemon Color, Honey Glow — @girldreaming

Munch! — @ourautumn86

Being Modern!Abby’s Girlfriend — @hope-drunk

Rugby Player!Abby — @abbysgirlx

Cooking For Abby — @darlingmisa

Hockey!Abby — @millersaurora

Serene — @elsfairy

Talk You Through It — @pinknightsinmymind

Text Messages (+ Ellie and Dina) — @onestopfanficshop

[lingy910y]

Joy List/Things I'm Excited About Today

aka current life events that make me happy, tagged by @iansw0rld and @heymrspatel

getting my cap and gown 😌😌 had to wait in line for an hour but getting them, a tassel and an envelope of an invitation, index card, and tickets was like getting christmas gifts

speaking of which - winning the lottery for an extra ticket. they only had 3 for guests bc there's so many ppl but i had to get an extra one for my family

tomorrow!!!!! i've hyped it up for 4 and a half years idc abt the heat wave

and getting enough motivation to finish the hw that i need to graduate 💀

my yearbook messages, i didn't know ppl i haven't talked to in a long time still think abt the time we spent together 🥺

playing jeopardy with my true crime class

all the junk food i ate at my spanish class' party

matching with a roomie and choosing our room (we saved 1k in exchange for no AC 💀)

i picked my classes for college already, i didn't know i could have only 5 classes??

playing games with my sister

meeting up with my friend who i haven't seen since elementary school and falling back into comfortableness so easily

songs that make me emotional and think abt life <3 ttpd, kevin atwater, and yorushika...

trash taste for making me laugh while i draw

writing an self-indulgent multi-chap fic (hopefully finished by gallavich week)

i finally did something for gallacrafts even tho idk if i'm satisfied

making art that will specifically make a moot crazy when they come back

all the gifsets that make me crazy and crazy shit ppl say in the tags of my art and drabbles (hi julissa specifically)

one of my best friends who lives all the way in malaysia, her boarding school takes everyone's phones so she can only come online for a week every two to four weeks so i miss her. but she is very sweet

tagging and sending love to @deedala, @energievie, @blue-disco-lights, @burninface, @vintagelacerosette, and anyone else who sees this

[endlesstwanted]

Warmth After the Blizzard

Double drabble for @augusnippets, day 3 (path of whumpeless whump) | blizzard. Read on Ao3 here.

Also created for: @sweetspicybingo, Hurt/Comfort Bingo | “I’ll always take care of you.”

Fandom: Chicago PD (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Kevin Atwater/Kim Burgess/Adam Ruzek

Tags: Cuddling, Forehead & Morning Kisses, Polyamory

Summary: Kim, Kevin and Adam wake up together after a blizzard.

Wordcount: 200

[witchygagirlwrites]

⁴⁾ “you’re shaking- come here.”

"Hey, you good?" You heard Kevin's voice from the breakroom door behind you and nodded without turning around to face him. "I'm fine Kev" everything was just a little too much with the case and past stuff that it was trudging up.

He stepped in the room a little closer "How about turning around, facing me and making that a little more believeble then I'll leave you to it" you took a deep breath and turned around. "Angel" he breathed and was across the room to you in a heartbeat "You're shaking, come here" you let him wrap you up in his arms, tucking yourself agaisnt his chest. "I can handle it Kev, I can" he nodded, pressing a kiss to the top of your head "I know but how about you let me help you handle it? Please"

You looked up at him and he smiled "I've got your back on anything and everything, let me" "Ok" you agreed before tucking your face into the bend of his neck. He tightened his arms around you, holding you close and for the first time in days it felt like you could draw a breath without it being a struggle to get it down. "Thank you" you whispered and he pressed a kiss to your temple "I'm always here for you angel, always"

[keanureevesisbae]

Kevin Atwater x fem!reader

Summary: Kevin Atwater loses his badge, however a very unexpected someone brings it to the station.

Wordcount: 742

Warnings: None

masterlist // one chicago masterlist //

Kevin hated himself for how he got so nervous around her, but after what happened today, he royally fucked up. He lost his badge. He has no idea how the hell he managed to lose his badge, therefore he also doesn’t know where to start looking. 

This morning he had it. Now he doesn’t anymore.

Kevin sits behind his desk, thinking about all the places he could’ve left it. 

‘Atwater,’ he hears the voice of Trudy Platt and he fears the worse. Her coming all the way up into Intelligence, she must’ve have something on his ass and if it’s badge related, he’s going to hear from it for eternity. 

‘Yeah, sarge?’ he asks, looking up from his work.

‘You got a visitor and she’s a cute one. Brought me a coffee, like the real saint she is.’ 

And behind sergeant Platt, the woman of the cafe he always goes to was standing. It was weird not seeing her wearing the cafe apron, but a thick coat over her frame, as it was freezing outside. ‘Hi,’ she says.

This is not the time to stammer, especially with the entire team, including sergeant Voight standing in the bullpen, watching his every move. ‘Hey,’ he says and he applauded himself for the good start. He stands up from his chair and makes his way over to her. ‘What… How… What are you doing here?’ Kevin asks as he’s closing in on her.

‘I figured your team could use some coffee. I brought a few different things,’ she says, holding up the carton holders. ‘I wrote down on each cup what it contains, so I hope I’ve got something for everyone.’ 

‘Yo Kev,’ Ruzek says, ‘where and why have you been hiding this girl. This is amazing.’ He’s quick to introduce himself to her and it’s actually the first time Kevin hears her name. 

He has been crushing on the woman behind the counter of his favorite cafe for quite some time now. He usually drops by Monday through Thursday, since she’s only working on those days.

As the rest of the team is introducing themselves to her, before they grab a coffee, she gently pulls him to the side. ‘I’ve got something for you,’ she says. She holds out something and that something is his badge.

The one he lost.

‘You found it?’ he asks, which is a stupid question. ‘Where?’

‘You left it on the counter,’ she tells him. ‘I managed to pry it out of a kleptomaniacs hand and figured you wanted it back.’ She lowers her voice as she adds: ‘Discreetly.’

He smiles in relief. ‘Thanks,’ he says. ‘This… This saved my ass.’

‘Well, thankfully I listened to you carefully, as you stuttered your way into impressing me every morning.’

He hated how accurate that was. ‘I see.’

‘Well, if your team asks about us,’ she continues, ‘and I suspect that they will, you can tell them how we’ve been on a few dates. So… It will not be awkward for you.’

Platt was right. She’s a saint.

‘Really?’ he asks.

She nods. ‘Yeah, I figure your team could give you a hard time for losing it. There is just one condition.’

‘Anything, I owe you big time.’

‘You’re taking me out, preferably tomorrow night, if—of course—you don’t have a case.’

Kevin has to admit: this woman is admirable. The more he gets to know of her, the more he starts to like her. ‘You think in solutions,’ he notes. 

She smiles. ‘Luckily for you, I do.’ She stands on her tippy toes and presses a kiss on his cheek, causing his skin to buzz. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow in the morning when you’re picking up your coffee. If it’s okay with you, I’ll be wearing a light green dress for our date.’ 

‘That’s all good,’ he says, feeling at ease with the woman, when usually he was nervous. She squeezes his hand, handing him a card with her name and number on it and then says her goodbye to the others. 

Kevin stares at the badge in his hand, together with the card, after he watches her go down the stairs. 

‘Kev, can we have her deliver coffee for us everyday?’ Halstead asks. ‘You get your kisses, we get our coffees. It’s a win win.’

Burgess smiles. ‘And maybe some more information about this mystery lady.’

He chuckles. ‘Let’s just solve the case and enjoy the coffee, ‘kay?’

+ + + +

Chicago PD taglist: @acdassenza // @wanniiieeee

[cloveroctobers]

Here you’ll find all spring works during the spring 2025 season! 🐝🌼🍯 🫧 🌳

DRABBLES > [Includes: Antonio Dawson, Dante Torres, Joaquin Torres, Kelvin Harrison Jr., Chad Meeks-Martin, Jey Uso, & Zilla Fatu]

~ NOT A PROMPT BUT OTHER SPRING WORK(S)…

WAIT 2 LONG > Dante Torres | Killing Me & Slippin’ series

ACT RIGHT > Stack | Sinners movie (2025)

JUST DIVE > Dante Torres | Killing Me & Slippin’ Seres

FORGIVE ME > Smoke | Sinners movie (2025)

YOU (HCS) > Kevin Atwater | Chicago PD

KNOW YOU’D KILL > Bo Chow | Sinners movie (2025)

JUST US > [Includes: Kevin Atwater, Dante Torres, Smoke, & Stack] ~ Chicago PD + Sinners movie (2025)

[slytherbun]

💦 Kevin Atwater + spanking 😩😩😩😩

kevin relished in the sounds of his palm repeatedly slapping down onto the soft skin of your bottom with a smirk.

tears filled the corners of your eyes due to the embarrassment of having your panties pushed down over your knees.

you laid over his lap on the couch of his apartment, making you wish you had listened today out on a scene.

"i don't hear you counting baby girl, you know the rules. if you don't count then i'll double the number." he tutted, rubbing your redness of your cheeks in between smacks.

all of a sudden you felt his hand disappear from your skin and a second later, his hand cracked down on your cheeks again.

"t-ten." you muttered and he looked down at your body, grinning in approval. "that's my good girl. see that wasn't so hard, was it?"

[proceduralpassion]

hey bff this is for the drabble event!! fear, love, emergency / kevin atwater

Rachhhh I feel mean for serving you straight angst but lowkey you asked for it 😶

It was today that Kevin realized his worst fear was losing the love of his life. The thought never occurred to him. He always assumed it was his life that was more than likely to be lost given the job that he worked.

He couldn't lose you. God, he couldn't bear it. Even just the thought shreds his heart into meaningless slices.

Ambulance sirens still echoed in his ear as he rushed into the emergency room, dreading what he would find. What news would find him.

"Kevin?" Maggie calls for him, staring alarmed.

"My wife- My wife has been shot."

Send in drabbles for the sleepover!

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Little Valentine's

Gif credit @hennwilson

Hope you all enjoy. Happy Valentine's day everyone. Happy Reading Dollies

Taglist @nocturnalherb16. @jesseswartzwelder. @writerwithasoul

"Mommy, Daddy. Look what I got at school today". Avery came running into the house. She had just gotten off the bus from school. It was Valentine's day and you already knew what she was excited for.

"What's that you got there, sweetheart". Kevin picked her up and kissed her temple.

"Valentine's day card. We made them in class today". She squealed handing you some and Kevin the others.

"Wow, you got a lot there didn't you". You said matching her excitement. Kevin not so much.

"Who's Darius and why is he sending you kisses? Wait, who's Mason and why is he giving you little x's and o's"? Kevin went into panic mode as he saw all the little boys giving Avery a Valentine's day card.

"Babe, their boys from her class. It's okay". You tried to hide your giggle. He was such a cute overprotective papa bear when it came to his cub.

"She's six. She cant have boys chasing her already. I'm not ready yet. I don't think I ever will be. Oh God, why if she wants to marry one of them"? Kevin started to hyperventilate in the kitchen.

"Kev, again she's six. You have a long time before thinking about marriage. They're harmless Valentine's day cards". You soothed him by rubbing his shoulders.

While all the thought about marriage and Kevin hyperventilating. No one saw Avery try and sneak away with one of the cards she was hiding in her pocket.

"Come back here, young lady. What's behind your back". Avery panicked and dropped the card when Kevin got on to her.

"Nothing". Averys eyes went wide when Kevin scooped up the card and opened it up.

"Harmless, you say. Here's a phone number for a Rusty. It says and I quote. Call me sometime, bae. What the hell is bae? Who the hell is Rusty"? Kevin read along. You jerked the card out of his hand and you felt steam come out of your ears.

"I'm calling this little punks mother and we're going to have a little chat about respecting women. Little twerp". You growled.

"No, he's my boyfriend. I love him". Avery jumped up and down. Throwing a tantrum as she followed you to get your phone.

"No, no and hell no. Boyfriends are for adults. Not six year old princesses. You will not have a boyfriend until your fifty. Wait, make that until I'm dead and gone plus six years. Make sure I don't come back as a zombie and eat him". Kevin threatened as he followed the two of you. He was going to make sure his little princess didnt have a boyfriend dead or alive. Nothing will stop him.

[imaginingyourfandom]

5. “Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.” 

When he had gotten the call that you were in the hospital, his knees had almost given out on him. You were his whole world and he didn’t know what to do. He was lucky that Adam had heard the phone call and was able to drive him to the hospital.

The nurses were quick to pull him aside and explain the extend of your injuries but that you were awake and responding so he could see you but that he had to make sure you didn’t strain yourself too much.

“How are you feeling, angel?” He asked softly as he walked into your room. You looked over at him with tears in your eyes, he hated seeing you hurt and clearly so upset.

 “Like shit.” You groaned as he sat down next to you. He couldn’t help the little chuckle that escaped at you admission.

He held your had before pressing a kiss to it, “I know. You should get some rest. The doctors said your body went through quite a bit but you’ll be fine. I hate seeing you like this.”

You held his hand tighter, “I know. I’m sorry.” You knew it wasn’t your fault, it had been a genuine accident and you were going to be fine but you hated seeing him beating himself up about it the way he was.

“I just... I can’t lose you. You mean everything to me, you’re my whole world. Home stopped being a place when you entered my life. I need you.” 

“I need you too, I’m not going anywhere.”

[endlesstwanted]

Sweet & Spicy, Hurt/Comfort Bingo Masterpost

My masterpost for the @sweetspicybingo Hurt/Comfort event. I had so much fun putting my faves through the horrors as well as giving them metaphorical hugs. Enjoy!

With Every Step, I Ran To You. Chapter 1: Carol and Goose

☂️ “How are you still alive?”

Fandom: Captain Marvel (2019) Goose & Carol Danvers | G | Drabble WARNINGS: Wandavision compliant Summary: Carol finds Goose after the Snap.

Harder Than It’s Supposed To Be

☂️ Bridal carry

Fandom: New Amsterdam (TV 2018) Casey Acosta/Lauren Bloom | T | 608 words WARNINGS: Episode: s03e12 Things Fall Apart, Asphyxiation Summary: After the pipe bursts, it’s Lauren’s priority to take care of everyone before her. Casey finds her when she collapses.

The Pattern Of A New Beginning

☂️  “It’s okay to be scared.”

Fandom: Immaculate (Movie 2024) Sister Cecilia & Sister Gwen | T | Drabble Summary: After the hospital, the first stop for Cecilia and Gwen is to buy regular clothes.

What’s Yours?

☂️  “You are not alone.”

Fandom: New Amsterdam (TV 2018) Kai Brunstetter-centric | T | Drabble Summary: Kai helps a transgender patient.

Warmth After the Blizzard

☂️  “I’ll always take care of you.”

Fandom: Chicago PD (TV) Kevin Atwater/Kim Burgess/Adam Ruzek | G | Double Drabble Summary: Kim, Kevin and Adam wake up together after a blizzard.

Muted Scream

☂️  Lost voice

Fandom: The Hunger Games (Movies) Peeta Mellark, Johanna Mason | T | Double Drabble WARNINGS: Non-Consensual Drug Use, Headaches, Bruises Summary: Peeta wakes up in the Capitol.

A Kiss For The Unwell

☂️  Checking in

Fandom: 9-1-1: Lone Star (TV 2020) Carlos Reyes/TK Strand | G | 1k words WARNINGS: Allergies (but they work the opposite way) Summary: TK suspects Carlos may be sick because of the pollen season, so he goes to check on him.

False Information

☂️  Scarring

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Natasha Romanov/Joaquín Torres | M | 871 words WARNINGS: Missions Gone Wrong, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood Summary: Joaquín ends up alone on a mission, and hides not to be discovered. It’s not his lucky day.

Blood Promise

☂️  Rescue mission

Fandom: Captain America (Movies) Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson | T | 426 words WARNINGS: Gunshot Wounds, Blood Summary: Natasha goes into where she shouldn’t go alone and blind. Sam rescues her when she gets shot.

One More Time, From The Top

☂️  Public execution

Fandom: Criminal Minds (US TV) David Rossi-centric | M | 572 words Summary: The endgame to get Lynch, Rossi knows, is to turn himself in.

I Have a Heartache that Won’t Go Away

☂️  Reassuring smile

Fandom: Chicago Fire Sylvie Brett/Joe Cruz/Brian "Otis" Zvonecek | T | 1k words Summary: With Sylvie in Fowlerton, Brian doesn’t know how to move forward with an empty room in their home. He talks to Joe about it, and they figure out their next move.