Would you be open to writing Jack Abbott x reader! Maybe she’s Robby’s ex or franks ex something juicy that causes some tension! ILY!
Oh anon! Thank you for the kind words.
Let me work this!!!
"I don't like the way he's looking at you."
A/N: Okay, it's not Robby or Frank because that seems like more mess than Jack would want (TO ME) so and I don't know what has crawled into my mind because GIMMIE THAT TRAUMATIZED MAN (the age gap is so ILLEGAL)
Warnings: Jack and reader are in a weird limbo relationship area, reader works in the Pitt, fem!reader, reader is the ex-girlfriend of a doctor, Jack Abbot is JEALOUS, miscommunication in a way, arguing, reader has boundaries™, ex-boyfriend is closer in age to reader and he's a general surgery guy (I'm boring I know), cursing, reader drives Jack up the WAZOO, kissing
Request status: OPEN!!!
Music: Jealous by Nick Jonas
Summary: Reader is the ex-girlfriend of a random doctor but it ended amicably. Jack's not exactly down with that despite you not being not his.
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Jack had no right to be jealous. None. You weren't his girlfriend so he couldn't be jealous when your ex came down to the Pitt for a consultation on a fucking bowel impaction. The guy was young and charming, he made you laugh. Laugh like a lovestruck puppy at some mediocre joke.
Jack kept giving Logan or Luke, whatever his fucking name was, a look of contempt despite the surgeon not even looking at him. McSurgeon was too busy looking at you.
So yeah his boxers were in a bit of a twist. No one has to know that though.
Shen and Parker weren't idiots. Hell no, Jack Abbot was their attending for crying out loud. The man who donated blood while working on someone during PittFest, the man who shut up a drunk man with a single look during a full moon. They were small potatoes compared to the badassery of Jack. Still they noticed the way he looked at the surgeon and the way he looked at you. Contempt one second and adoration the next.
"Five bucks that they're already dating." Shen comments and Parker smirks.
"If they're not they will be by tonight. You're on." Parker says and they shake hands before going their separate ways.
Logan left the Pitt after his consultation on the patient with the impacted bowel and said the patient would be in line. You had thanked him and laughed at an inside joke between you two. Your relationship hadn't ended horribly, you two just didn't fit and agreed on that like grown ups.
You look over at Jack who was glaring daggers at the back of Logan's head like Logan had slapped him across the face. It made you mad. Logan had a fiancee, a wonderful woman because you had met her at a donor ball. They were going to get married soon.
Jack hadn't even defined your relationship with him. Stuck in a weird relationship purgatory.
You scoff at the stupidity of it. Logan was at least a decade younger than Jack and yet Logan had the balls to propose to Penelope.
Jack had grabbed your wrist and tugged you into an empty room before locking the door.
"Scandalous." You snark and rolling your eyes. It was low hanging fruit but you were petty.
"That's not what's happening here and you know it." Jack says before leaning against the door.
"Pretty sure this is hostage taking. Let me out, I have work to do." You say, trying to shove Jack from the door.
"Do you love him?" Jack asks, still blocking the door handle. You laugh.
"He's engaged. We broke up over three years ago. Contrary to popular belief not all relationships end badly. So if you'll excuse me!" You say before trying again to shove Jack but it was like trying to shove a brick wall.
"You didn't answer the question." Jack says and you sigh.
"No. I don't love him, I care about you but you refuse to even define what we are which makes me sound like an insecure twenty year old. I don't deserve to be stuck in this weird limbo where you get jealous and then refuse to even call me your girlfriend. That's juvenile and I will not stand for it. I don't care how happy you make me." You say, Jack had to know that you weren't a doormat.
Jack turns his head to the side before looking at back at you. "Okay, then. Will you be my girlfriend?" Jack says, stuffing his pride down even though he's a middle aged man asking you to be his girlfriend. It felt humiliating but he wasn't going to lose you.
"Now was that so hard?" You grin before Jack kissing you.
"Smartass." He retorts but his words held no true bite, only adoration.
"Correction. Your smartass, get it right, Dr. Abbot." You say and then head out the door since Jack had vacated his post.
"Wouldn't dream of anything else." Jack says to himself before exiting the room as well.
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this is the only way i know to submit a request howevverrrrrr
can you do something with jay being his usual standoff-ish burly self in Intelligence, and the reader (or OC idc) is a firefighter/medic with 51? they work an arson case together tied to a gang they’ve been keeping an eye on. spin it however you want i just need jay like a crack addict.
So the vibe I got from this was closed off (ish) Jay and kinda bubbly paramedic.. and Anon you are so real for that last line
"You're too sweet"
A/N: Sorry if this isn't what you wanted..
Warnings: This might be kinda unhealthy so read at your own discretion, bubbly!fem!paramedic!reader, Jay's kinda an asshole, cursing, talks of arson, Erin and Jay used to be a thing (DON'T BASH ERIN), a mention of Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz, Station 51 calls reader "sunshine", not proofread, open ending
Request status: OPEN!!!
Music: Too Sweet by Hozier
Prompt: "can you do something with jay being his usual standoff-ish burly self in Intelligence, and the reader (or OC idc) is a firefighter/medic with 51? they work an arson case together tied to a gang they’ve been keeping an eye on. spin it however you want i just need jay like a crack addict."
Summary: You're sweet. Oftentimes too sweet. Jay thinks you're a little too sweet and tries to distance himself but you're a craving that he can't kick.
Divider belongs to Prue ( @xoxochb )
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How do you sleep well?
You always seemed to wake up with a smile on your face. You always had. People always commented on it.
"How are you so happy?"
"It's too early for this."
Those were common but you let it slide off your back.
You loved your job, your team, you just enjoyed life.
I think I'll take my whiskey neat
Jay was admittedly an asshole. He didn't used to be but life happens. Shit hitting the fan constantly takes a toll on you.
War takes a toll on you.
People leaving takes a toll on you.
So he stopped hanging out with the unit after work, heading home and watching hockey reruns.
He'd get letters from Mouse every so often but with Erin gone in New York, he was lonely. Very lonely.
I work late, where I'm free from the phone
An arson investigation is where he met you. A pure fucking ray of sunshine. It made him roll his eyes. No one was ever that happy.
No one.
"Sunshine, someone from Intelligence is here to interview you." Matt Casey tells you as you lean against Ambulance 61, you share a glance with Sylvie before following Matt.
"Jay, this is Sunshine. She's one of our paramedics." Matt says and you extend your hand towards Jay for a handshake which he does.
"Follow me, I'll take your statement." Jay gruffs and starts walking so you follow him to give your statement about what you saw.
You know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain
Intelligence was struggling even with OFI's help. Arson was already hard enough to prove, even harder when nearly all the evidence was gone.
People kept dying and no one could stop this from happening.
Jay kept seeing you at scenes, smiling despite the carnage around you. Did you just not feel pain or something?
It took Jay getting hit in the head to actually talk to you.
A suspect had hit him with a 2x4 from behind and Voight made him get checked over by the paramedics.
"Seriously, I'm fine." Jay swears, refusing to even be examined by you or Sylvie.
"Jay, you could have a concussion." Sylvie tries but he wasn't listening.
"SIT DOWN!" You shout, the sound making everyone around you stop.
You yelling was a one in a million event.
Jay slowly sits down on the bumper of the 61.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" You ask before snapping on a pair of gloves and poking his scalp.
You're too sweet for me
Jay was man enough to admit that he liked bossy women. Women who could match his temper and mouthiness.
He expected it even.
He didn't expect to fall for you. You had yelled at him once and he behaved like a damn dog.
You were too sweet for him.
You were sweet in the way that hurt his heart.
He could never be as sweet as you. He snapped at people for little things, he had so much blood on his hands.
So he didn't talk to you anymore. Not when you waved him over at Molly's. Definitely not taking your statement at scenes.
Distancing himself from you before you could even get hurt.
Hey I have a request! I really love anything with Evan Buckley but can you do something with like a cop reader? I think he’s meant to be with one cause he loves solving crimes and things. Just something fluffy but also alittle angst lol thank you!!
This is A GREAT IDEA!
"Freight train to the chest."
A/N: I'm backkkk
Warnings: usual 9-1-1 stuff, cursing, fem!reader, reader is not from California, reader is a cop, ambiguous description, reader gets injured and Buck freaks out (justifiably so)
Request status: OPEN!!!
Music: FEVER DREAM by Alex Warren, Wait for Me from Hadestown: Live from London, and broken by lovelytheband
Summary: You met Buck after the earthquake and he fell from there
Prompt: Hey I have a request! I really love anything with Evan Buckley but can you do something with like a cop reader? I think he’s meant to be with one cause he loves solving crimes and things. Just something fluffy but also alittle angst lol thank you!!
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Something 'bout you hit me like a freight train to the chest
Buck had dealt with his fair share of cops, from high school parties getting busted to helping the LAPD with calls.
He knew Athena the best out of every cop he'd ever met but you changed that.
You had been a transplant from out of state who had been lucky enough to join the LAPD.
Buck met you when you were keeping the public back from the scene of twisted metal and exposed beams at a hotel at a near 45 degree angle after the 7.1 earthquake. He thought you were gorgeous even in your uniform.
"Buckaroo, focus!" Chimney snapped him from his daydream.
"I'm coming!" Buck groans before turning away from you.
Maybe it's fate, maybe it's late
Fate or whatever you want to call it brought him back to you.
More like Athena brought him, by the scruff of his neck.
Literally.
"What is happening?" You ask while looking at the sight of a grown man being handled like a misbehaving puppy by your sergeant.
"I need you to keep an eye on him." Athena says before letting him go and leaving.
"I'm Buck." Buck says, holding his hand out for a handshake which you do and tell him your name.
"I like that, it suits you." Buck says before looking around the station.
"What did you do to upset Sergeant Grant?" You ask and Buck sighs while rubbing the back of his neck.
"No comment. I can plead the fifth, right?" Buck jokes and that makes you laugh. Hard.
I'll be damned if you love me, damned if you don't
The two of you swapped numbers and became close friends.
You texted about anything and everything. It was nice to have someone to talk to, who understood the rough sides of being a first responder.
My loneliness left the room the second that you walked in
"Would you like to go out with me.. this Friday?" Buck asked you which made you double take. A lull in your shift had allowed you to get coffee with Buck from a cart near the 118.
"Sure.. that'd be nice." You say with a smile before your radio squawks.
"Duty calls." You sigh before accepting the communication and heading to your cruiser.
Wait for me, I'm coming
Wait, I'm coming with you
You knew better than this. Going into a fire without training or proper equipment? Dating a firefighter had reinforced that idea. One of the stupidest decisions you've ever made.
Of course you didn't think about that, you heard a cry for help. So you went.
The heat was blistering and the smoke was thicker than thick.
"LAPD! IS ANYONE THERE?" You shout while staying close to the floor and coughing.
"HELP!" A little voice proclaims from a room nearby so you move towards the room and find two little kids curled into a corner. A little boy holding a little baby girl.
"Okay, let's get out of here." You urge them, opening a window so the boy can climb out.
The little boy reaches for his sister once his feet are on the ground. You pass the baby to him before he takes off.
You check around the room for anyone else and find nothing but just as you move towards the window, a sudden gust of wind knocks you against a wall and you fall unconscious.
"There's a police officer in there!" A little boy wails to a firefighter which makes Buck look up. This was your area to patrol.
"Buck, Eddie, go check for anyone inside." Bobby orders and Buck didn't need to be told twice before heading inside.
He finds you slumped against a wall with a gash on your face.
"Shit!" Buck curses before picking you up and climbing out the window to get you medical attention.
I could be lonely with you
Buck could talk for hours on end and then not speak for hours. It seemed impossible to others but it wasn't to you. The quiet wasn't smothering or uncomfortable, it just existed.
You enjoyed the quiet with Buck. It made everything seem like small potatoes.
okay okay I don't have much time to think sooo maybe the comforting prompt "i didn't have anywhere else to go." with any of your favorite characters/ships!!
congrats again that's so cool 😝
THANK YOU THANK YOU! Since you said any ship.. I will be doing a Yellowstone one since IT HAS INVADED MY BRAIN
"Did you lose a fight with a bull?"
A/N: If someone ever asked me to stop watching stuff like Yellowstone or Chicago PD for a million dollars, I would be broke.
Warnings: Potential inaccuracies, fem!reader, no relationship established yet but they kinda have a relationship if that makes sense, cursing, injuries, reader gets in a bar fight, reader works on the ranch, one singular kiss on a bandaged knuckle
Request status: OPEN!!
Music: Reflections by The Neighbourhood
Summary: You don't know why you were letting Ryan patch you up but you were.
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Every breath you took was painful as you limped to the bunkhouse. Blood was crusted under your nose and your knuckles were split open.
With a grunt, you enter the bunkhouse door and tried to walk past the wranglers and to the bathroom.
Of course they noticed and their poker game came to an abrupt stop as they survey you.
"What the hell happened to you?" Colby asks, turning his cards face down on the table.
"It's nothing." You say and head to the bathroom, wanting to clean yourself up.
A pair of footsteps follow you into the bathroom.
"Did you lose a fight with a bull?" Ryan asks you before grabbing the first aid kit and shutting the bathroom door.
"Something like that." You grit out as you ease yourself down onto the closed toilet lid.
Ryan grabs a washcloth and soaks in warm water before kneeling in front of you and gently dabbing the blood off your face.
"Sorry." Ryan apologizes when you hiss in pain before pulling the rag back.
"What happened? No bullshit." Ryan asks as he starts bandaging your knuckles.
"Fight broke out, got caught in the cross hairs, and learned not to do that again." You admit and Ryan looks at you with soft eyes.
"You need to tell Rip." Ryan advises you and you make a noise in agreement.
"I know." You admit and Ryan presses a kiss to your knuckle.
"For the pain." Ryan winks before tossing the trash away and helping you up.
"You should probably shower." Ryan says before heading out of the bathroom like he hadn't just kissed your knuckles.
You scoff before grabbing a change of clothes from your footlocker and going to shower.
A/N: This is so self indulgent because I am lifting the world (Greg Gerwitz x reader tag) on my shoulders (BRING ME THAT DORK BACK NOW)
Warnings: Cursing, talks of deployment, talks of sobriety and former drug use, fem!reader (in my mind reader works for intelligence but I left it vague for y'all), established relationship, pet names (honey), kissing, potential inaccuracies
Request status: OPEN!!
Music: WHERE IS MY HUSBAND by RAYE
Summary: When Mouse comes back from war, you obviously tell him off for leaving you alone especially since you got engaged before he left!
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Divider belongs to Prue ( @xoxochb )
The plane landed in Columbus, Georgia before the tired soldiers were taken to Fort Benning on a bus. Their Army issued gear was taken back and they were left with their rucksacks and personal items. Greg knew the drill, this would be his third time coming home from deployment. Only this time he had you.
One of the hangars bustled with spouses, children, siblings, fiances, and friends. All waiting for their person. The Georgia sun slanted against the floor as the afternoon wore on. Finally a few different buses roll up and the Rangers are released. Everyone scans for their loved ones.
You anxiously look for Greg, twisting the ring on your left hand nervously. Jay Halstead stood beside you, it was fitting since he was Greg's best friend and you were Greg's fiancée.
"I think I see him!" Jay says to you before in a scene straight from a movie, the crowd parts and you see Greg so you run to him.
"GREG!" You shout, wrapping your arms around him, a huge smile gracing your face.
"Hiya, honey." Greg smiles at you, he had some stubble on his jaw and his hair was a little grown out but he was here. He looked happy, like he wasn't going to relapse. He had been sober for years now. Something he was extremely proud of, he always carried the black NA coin on him. Two or more years of sobriety.
"I brought Jay along. Figured you want to see him." You explain, your left hand resting on his chest.
"I do but first." Greg says before kissing you, his hand resting on the nape of your neck. His lips were chapped and his stubble was itchy but it was all him.
You pull back and glare at him and lightly punch his arm and he gasps.
"What was that for?" Greg asks, somewhat offended by the 180 in your mood.
"For leaving me alone for eighteen months! While engaged!" You add another punch for good measure.
"Well the good news is that I'm off active duty. Going into the reserves so you got me forever and a day." Greg says before adjusting his rucksack and taking your hand.
"We better see Jay before he gets jealous." Greg laughs and that makes you laugh. Greg had to be exhausted but here he was full of energy for the people he loved.
Jay walks over and wraps Mouse in a hug. Greg returns it, letting go of your hand to slap Jay on the back when letting go.
"Good to have you back, man." Jay says and Greg nods in agreement.
"Good to be back." Greg replies before the three of you head to the parking lot where Jay's truck sat.
"You drove from Chicago?" Greg asks, shocked. He figured you two took a plane but instead you road tripped over twelve hours for him.
"Well Jay drove for most of it then we switched off." You admit as Greg puts his stuff in the back of the cab and climbs in the back.
"You hungry? There's probably a diner around here." Jay asks Greg who groans as he sits down on the leather of Jay's truck seats.
"Absolutely." Greg says before buckling up. You climb in the back with him and buckle as well.
Jay types restaurants into his GPS system before picking one that was close and had decent reviews.
"You better be ready for car karaoke." You say to Greg who smirks.
"Born ready, honey." Greg says before Jay laughs and heads out of the parking lot.
"You two are disgustingly cute." Jay fake gags and you laugh.
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A/N: Inspired how stupid my ass was on anesthesia when I got my wisdom teeth removed
Warnings: Kissing, Jay being a menace, shenanigans
Summary: Bekah's on pain meds and is unaware that she's engaged to Greg
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Rebekah had gotten hurt while chasing a suspect and had to undergo surgery. So when she was waking up from anesthesia, Greg was coming in to the room with a cup of shitty coffee for himself as Rebekah grins at him dopily.
"You're handsome, are you single?" Rebekah asks, clearly unaware of the fact they were engaged which made Greg grin.
"I'm engaged." Greg says before sitting beside her and taking her left hand when she groaned.
"I'm engaged to you, honey." Greg says and Rebekah's face lit up like a Christmas tree as Jay walked in.
"I'm engaged to you?" Rebekah exclaims happily, moving to kiss Greg while her heart rate spikes from joy.
"Whoa, easy there." Greg eases her back into bed before kissing her while Jay films this.
"Oh I am so showing this at the wedding." Jay comments with a chuckle.
Because I have an OBSESSION with Mouse, I noticed something when I was rewatching recently. In 3x3, "Actual Physical Violence" at the end of the episode when Voight calls Mouse into his office to question him about Frazier's weapon that had been unloaded.
When Mouse gets in front of Voight's desk, Mouse stands at parade rest. His legs slightly apart, hands behind his back. HE WAS STANDING LIKE HE WAS BACK IN THE RANGERS!!
I could spend HOURSSS talking about that underrated freak! BRING MOUSE AND JAY BACK!! I need Mouse as a main character DAMNIT!
