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loverboytorres · 1 year

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☽ at the end of the day

pairing ☾ alvin olinsky x gn!reader

word count ☾ 0.5k

genre ☾ fluff

summary ☾ after a long day at work, you and alvin share a sweet moment.

It’s a little past eleven by the time Kim finally rises from her chair across from you, and through a jagged yawn bids you goodnight. You wave her off as she lumbers down the stairs and out of your sight, and it’s only when you hear the security gate fall shut behind her that you finally let yourself relax.

With a groan of relief, you push aside your keyboard and the tedious stack of files and let yourself slump forward on crossed arms. The creaky, unyielding plastic backing of your desk chair has done your already sore back no favour, and a low grumble arises in your throat as you gingerly stretch out as best you can within the confines of your space.

The tension headache that the harsh fluorescence of your computer monitor has started to give you is blossoming at the base of your skull, taking root in your aching shoulders and spreading all the way up your neck. It’s a prick of a headache, the kind that only a quiet night’s rest will fix, and though you know any other efforts are futile you still reach back and massage the site numbly with your fingertips. It lessens the pressure slightly, and the prospect of sticking it out just a little longer to finish out your work starts to feel less daunting - before a pair of warm hands land gently on your shoulders from behind.

You jolt with the fright, an exclamation starting in your throat before the hands acquiesce and lessen their hold on you. Coaxing slowly up your shoulders as you shoot upright, they stop just at the base of your neck and start to rub soothing circles into the nape of your neck where your hand had just been. That, and the familiar scents of gun oil and coffee are what ultimately relaxes you, and is what emboldens you enough to slap at one of the offending arms.

“Jesus, Al.” You scold, fear seceding and making way for relief as you look back to be met with a warm, fond smile from Alvin as he looks down to you. “Don’t do that!”

“Sorry, honey.” He apologises through a soft smile, not sounding in the least bit sorry. His hands stay gently massaging your neck, doing an awful lot better of a job than you’d been doing and it makes you relax back into his presence. “You feelin’ okay?”

“Better, now.” You tell him, though he doesn’t look convinced. A noise of disagreement rumbles through his chest, and he’s standing so close to you that you can nearly feel it - and you quickly take the opportunity to change the subject. “I wasn’t expecting to see you again, I thought you’d left for the night.”

“What, without you?” He arches an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he squeezes your shoulders reassuringly. “Like hell.”

A warm kind of bashfulness flushes through you, and it forces a blush onto your cheeks. Alvin must be feeling merciful as he decides no to poke fun at your state, and instead leans down to wrap his arms around you and pull you into a warm, protective hug.

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bullet-prooflove · 2 years

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Love: Al Olinsky x Reader

Rated M for SMUT

Tagging: @marij0o @storiesofsvu

Part 1: Changes

Part 2: Rise & Shine

Part 3: First Date

Al hated the idea of disturbing you, but he needed you right now. He needed you to take away the pain that nestled deep within his heart. The funeral today hadn’t been easy, burying a brother in arms never was. The grief ate away at him.

He stood outside of your apartment door, still in his dress uniform rapping lightly, with the crook of his finger. It was a few minutes before you opened the door.

Al's breath caught in his throat at the sight of you standing there. Your hair fell around your face in loose waves. Your black jeans hugged your sensual figure, countered by the off the shoulder, black sweater you were wearing. Your dazzling eyes filled with a fire he'd never seen illuminate another woman before. Your cheeks were flushed pink, and your mouth curved into a sweet smile as you looked up at him.

"I thought you weren't coming tonight." You said, opening the door wider and gesturing for him to enter.

"I had to see you." he told you truthfully, closing the door behind him.

He took in the open laptop on the glass coffee table. The single glass of red wine perched next to it, the stereo on in the background playing Missy Higgins. Songs that he had never known the words to until he'd met you.

"I was doing some Internet shopping for our weekend away in Wisconsin." You said as he took a step towards you.

Your hands came to rest on his chest. He could feel your warmth as you looked into his eyes.

"How was it?" You asked quietly.

"I'm ok." he said softly, responding to your real concern.

His fingers were brushing the hair back behind your ear with a tenderness he held only for you. His fingertips glided over your skin as he cupped your face in his hand.

"I love you; you know." he said hoarsely.

Your fingers laced around his neck as you stood on tiptoes, your faces were close together, your lips barely apart. Your body brushed against his, his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you steady.

"I love you too Al." you whispered.

Your lips met, yours were soft and teasing. He felt your warmth flowing over him as your tongue sought out his, deepening the kiss. His hands roamed down your back, resting on your hips as the numbness inside him began to seep away, filling him up with something else. Something fierce and heated. He knew what it was already as your teeth bit down on his bottom lip as you pressed urgently against him.

He wanted you, like he'd wanted no one else. This was love and he desired it. His palms trailed up underneath your sweater, smoothing over the soft bare skin of your back. Your breathing quickened as his mouth broke from yours.

His stubble grazed your slender throat as your fingers made light work of the buttons of his uniform. He broke away again to pull your sweater from your torso and was surprised to find that you weren’t wearing a bra. The mere sight of you made the need to take you right here and now even worse. Your delicate hands pushed the dress shirt down his shoulders.

Your hands ran over his biceps, tracing the inside of his forearm, your fingers played along the raised skin of his Celtic Cross tattoo that stretched from wrist to elbow. The middle was new, the skin puckered and red over the heart, and the hands.

"It' a Claddagh, a Celtic symbol for love." he told you as you studied it.

"I wanted to always have a part of you with me." he mumbled into your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of jasmine on your skin.

"You'll always have me." You whispered into his ear, your hands tracing patterns over the scars on his back.

He almost asked you to promise him that.

Your lips began to creep across his collar bone. His hand rested on the nape of your neck as you nipped at his shoulder. Al drew back, his finger undoing the button on your jeans before guiding you down towards the floor. He wanted to take his time with you tonight. He wanted to hear you whimper and moan as he pleasured you in ways that only he knew how. The carpet was comfortable underneath him, as he stripped off your jeans leaving you vulnerable in a pair of lilac sheer Victoria's Secret panties.

He covered your body with his own, relishing the skin-on-skin contact as you arched beneath him, your fingers unzipping his own trousers. He kissed your lips, your jaw, your throat. His tongue traced a path down your neck as his warm hands cupped your breasts, thumbs teasing each nipple as he licked the space between them.

You gasped, wriggling underneath him to rub against the erection in his trousers. He made eye contact with you as his tongue veered downwards. His teeth grazed the top of your panties as his gentle hands caressed up and down your thighs. He knew you'd never had such attention lavished on you; you had always been the giver.

He kissed you through your panties. Your hips bucked as his hands slid over your underwear grasping your ass before he slid the panties down your thighs and pressed his mouth against you. An illicit moan erupted from your lips as his tongue began to trace your shape before he let himself taste you. He felt your muscles begin to tighten as you whimpered under his ministrations. Your fingers tangled in his hair urging him on.

Al withdrew, kicking off his trousers and underwear as he settled between your legs. He looked down at you, your face flushed, your lips parted in desperation as he rubbed the tip of himself against your wet core. Your hands rested on his shoulders as you tried to take him inside, but he resisted, enjoying you writhing underneath him.

"Please." You begged, grinding your hips against his.

His lips fastened on to yours, his tongue seeking yours as he thrust into you slowly. He felt every inch as you took him, gasping as he filled you up. He moved inside you with slow, deep strokes. Your legs fastened around his hips, allowing deeper access. Your nails raked his back, your face buried in his shoulder as you tightened around him pushing him to the edge. You moaned suddenly as your muscles clenched him like a velvet fist. Your name was on his lips as you climaxed.

"Jesus." You muttered, spent and unable to move as Al removed himself from you.

His fingers traced a pattern over your stomach and torso as you lay there flat on your back blissfully naked.

"I think I have rug burn." you commented, your eyes closed as you breathed in deeply.

His lips brushed your hairline as you snuggled closer to his body, rolling on your side. The feel of his skin on yours felt glorious. You pressed a kiss to the space above his heart before resting your head in the crook of his arm.

"I think you need to carry me to bed." You told him, all the energy had disappeared, flooding your senses only with contentment.

"I can do that." he murmured into your ear before lifting you up into his arms and carrying you into the bedroom.

He set you down before drawing back the sheets. Al curled around you, spooning your body lovingly. Your hair tickled his chest as he pulled you close drawing you against him. His body heat warming you underneath the coolness of the sheets. You were already drifting into a happy, contented sleep, wondering how lucky you could really be.

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samantha-chicago · 1 year

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Chicago PD Masterlist

Reaction (Will Halstead, Adam Ruzek x Everleigh Lindsay)

Photographs (Antonio Dawson, Intelligence x Reader)

Baby (Adam Ruzek x Reader)

Panic (Adam Ruzek x Reader)

Shooting (Adam Ruzek x Manning!Reader)

Saving Him ( Reader x Adam Ruzek, Alvin Olinsky, Intelligence, Med)

Back Home (Jay Halstead x Halstead!Reader (Wife), Adam Ruzek, Kevin Atwater)

Back In Town (Reader x Adam Ruzek, Kelly Severide, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz, Jay Halstead, Will Halstead, Intelligence + More) Part I Part 1 *NSFW* Part 2

Blood (Kevin Atwater x Reader)

No Air (Adam Ruzek x reader, Kelly Severide x sister!reader)

That's Alvin Olinksy (Leslie Shay x Halstead!Reader)

Meet The Boyfriend (Dante Torres x reader)

Protective *NSFW* (Dante Torres x Atwater!reader)

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fromasgardandback · 2 years

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Detective Halstead’s Girl

Jay Halstead x Olinsky!Reader

description: Jay falls for Olinsky’s daughter.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: stalking, creepy men, step-parent hate, car accident, boyfriend Jay

masterlist | oneshots

Y/N Olinksy, the woman that Jay Halstead had fallen in love with. He didn’t know Alvin had an older daughter, but he did. They were young and in love when Y/N was born, and before he met Meredith. Not that Y/N had any distaste for her stepmother at first, but she did notice something off. Meredith would try to get in the way when she would come and spend time or even the weekend with her father. It got even worse when Y/N had to move in with her father. She had a good relationship with her sister, but because of Meredith, she spent most of her time outside of the home. That’s where she meets Jay, at Molly’s Bar on a Tuesday night.

“Hi.” He smiled his charming smile at her. “Thought you could use another round,” Jay set the bottle of beer down next to the drink on the counter. “I’m Jay.”

“Y/N. Thank you for the beer. I definitely needed this.” She smiled lightly at him. She wasn’t in the mood to talk, but with a handsome man standing beside her, she’d forget about her woes for the night.

“Would you like to talk about it? Maybe take your mind off of what’s bothering you?” Jay sat next to her, not waiting for her answer.

“I’d like that.” Y/N smiled softly. “It’s a family thing, well, a stepmother thing. I live with my dad for the moment while I’m apartment hunting and his wife is quite possibly one of the worse people you could meet.” She grinned, trying not to bring Jay down with her.

“I’m really sorry to hear that. If you’d like, I could help you find an apartment. Actually, my brother owns and building and so does my co-worker.” He smiled proudly.

“Are you serious? Yes, I would love to check out both of them. Thank you so much!” Y/N's smile widened, immediately lifting her spirits.

They spoke the rest of the night getting to know one another before they said goodnight. Jay gave Y/N his number promising to give her Will and Kevin’s contacts in the morning. Which he did, bright and early the moment he woke up. She thought it was sweet that Jay was still thinking of her even when he just woke up. Some women would have thought that was creepy, but not Y/N. It was kind and thoughtful.

A couple of weeks had gone by and Jay and Y/N have been on a few dates but made nothing official yet. Y/N was like her father in that way, mysterious and keeping people on their toes. But when she called Jay in the middle of the night scared, he didn’t hesitate to call in back-up for his girlfriend.

“Y/N!” Jay ran towards her as she stood outside the front of the local bagel place near her father’s home.

“Jay!” She sighed in relief hugging him as he held her closer into his frame.

“What happened, darling? Are you ok? Did they hurt you?” Jay took a step back to scan her face and body for any signs of injuries.

“No. No, I’m physically okay. Just scared and freaked out.” Y/N sighed, still slightly trembling.

“Talk to me, what’s wrong?” Jay led her to his car.

“I don’t know. There’s just this guy I’ve seen wherever I go. I didn’t pay any attention to it at first cause it’s a semi-small neighborhood, but then it started to get everywhere I went. To the gas station, the grocery store, the post office, the bank, and even outside the building I work in. I’m pretty sure he’s following me.” She sighed a single tear falling from her eye. Y/N didn’t dare mention anything to her dad. She knew that she wouldn’t be “allowed” to go out alone or to be stuck at home with Meredith. She wanted freedom and promised herself to be careful, but now she wishes she told Al. It was starting to get out of hand and terrifying her by the day.

“It’s alright, baby. I’ll protect you. No one is going to hurt you.” Jay held her close again, gently rubbing her back to calm her down.

Now it was taken to a new level of scare and threat. Y/N walked outside of her office building and to her car. A small fire started in a car parallel to hers in the parking garage. She panicked and dialed 911 to notify them of a car fire. She then ran towards the stairs to grab the fire extinguisher and put it out. Once she met up with the owner she left knowing they’d take care of it. But as this was happening, her stalker put a tracker on her car. As she was leaving, there was a blue sedan following her one car behind. She noticed a couple of turns with this guy but didn’t make the connection until she was mindlessly driving around Chicago. Where she went, he went. Now Y/N was terrified and shaking. She knew what to do now, but all common sense ran out of the window and was replaced with anxiety. She fumbled to call Jay or Alvin. She hit a random number and heard the dial tone.

“Y/N?” No answer from her. “Y/N, sweetheart what’s wrong?” She heard Al’s voice on the other end of the phone.

“Dad?” She sighed shakily into the phone. “Daddy, there’s someone following me. I think it’s my stalker, I don’t know what to do.” Y/N sighed trying her hardest not to panic anymore and break down into tears.

“Y/N, listen to me. Do not go home. Come straight to the district.” Alvin said.

“O-ok.” Was the last thing Al heard before the sound of a car crash and tires squealing.

Y/N sat in the banged-up car, bloody and confused. Trying to move, she saw a man slowly getting out of his car. She recognized the blue sedan and struggled in fear to escape the wrecked car. Her seatbelt was stuck and there was no way she would be able to get out of there without any help from the fire department. Sirens blared in the distance as the man walked closer to her. She saw a slight glimpse of something in his hand, and before she could register what was happening, gunshots went off.

Y/N woke up in a hospital bed, machines beeping, and a nurse checking her out. She let her eyes adjust to the light before looking over and seeing Jay asleep in the hospital chair next to her bed.

“Jay.” Y/N said hoarsely as he woke up, looking at her.

“Y/N. You’re awake. Hi baby.” He softly placed a kiss on her forehead, letting his lips linger a little longer.

“What happened?” Y/N looked tiredly at her boyfriend.

“You were in a car accident. But don’t worry we caught the guy. And yeah, he was your stalker, but he’s locked up now for a long time. He can’t and won’t hurt you anymore. I promise.” Jay slid into bed with her, letting her rest on him. “I got you now.”

“Thank you for saving me.” She cried into his chest.

“For you, I’d risk it all.” Jay kissed her forehead, cuddling his girlfriend.

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teaandfiction-28 · 2 years

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Fluff #1

I may keep sending requests til you’ve written all the prompts. 😊 Love these one shots!

Please do!! Thrilled you’re enjoying them 🥰

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Prompt: “Is that my shirt?”

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Language, Mention of Substance Abuse

Timeline: Set between C25 and C26 of “Perfect Storm.”

“Yo, I don’t think tha’s a good ide-”

Slamming her eyes closed, Kate tilted her face skywards and silently begged whatever deity that might be listening to please give her a motherfucking break! She stood stock-still, sweat trickling uncomfortably down her spine as she tried not to inhale through her nose but, despite her best efforts, the putrid stench of vomit was already making her stomach roil.

The mercury had been rising steadily all week and, while most of the city’s inhabitants had wisely chosen to keep out of the blazing sun, the gacked-out tweaker who appeared to have ingested a lethal dose of badly-cut dope that the Unit had been tracking for the last few weeks clearly wasn’t as switched on.

The skin on his face and arms was a tinged an unsightly shade of salmon, indicating that he had likely been in the sun for a good few hours before patrol found him but, as Kate valiantly tried to tug him towards a patch of shade, his face had drained of all colour and he promptly emptied the contents of his stomach all over her shirt.

“I told y’all not-”

“Kevin. I swear to God if you say another word, I’ll kill you my damn self.”

She lowered her chin and opened her eyes, sending a death glare in the direction of her partner who was standing a few feet in front of her, his lower lip tugged between his teeth in an effort to stifle his grin of amusement. By the time an ambulance arrived to take the almost-comatose man to Chicago Med, Kate’s shirt was saturated with congealed chunks of curdled vomit but, if Kevin’s retching was any indicator, it seemed like olfactory fatigue had finally set in as they headed back to the district because she couldn’t smell a thing!

"That stink’ll never come outta the upholstery!” Kevin moaned, tossing his keys onto his desk and dropping his weight down into his chair with a huff.

“Yeah, because I really wanted some strung-out crackhead to barf all over me Kev.” Kate hissed in response, rooting around in the drawers of her desk for a clean shirt and coming up empty. Slamming the drawer shut with a huff, she marched out of the bullpen and into the locker room, carefully drawing her soiled shirt over her head and tossing it straight into the garbage.

“I liked that shirt.” She muttered petulantly before yanking open the door of her locker in search of clean clothes but, to her horror, every little alcove inside was empty.

'What the fu-’

“Oh no.”

The reason her locker was empty was because she had taken the little black duffle bag she always kept at the district to Hank’s place a few nights ago when they had decided not to trek across town to her apartment after closing a particularly rough case. While she had a few things at his house, they spent most nights at Kate’s apartment and she was pretty certain that her most comfortable, tatty leggings and an oversized Harvard t-shirt wasn’t appropriate work attire so she had taken the bag with her.

“Please let this day be over soon.” She groaned, stepping a few paces to the right to root around in Hank’s locker, snatching the forest green t-shirt from the hanger and tossing it over a nearby bench before taking a quick shower.

When she eventually made it back to the bullpen, the rest of the unit had returned and Kevin was in the process of giving them an update. She had sidled up behind Alvin who greeted her with a quiet ‘Hey Kid’, his eyes taking in her unusual attire with a raised eyebrow but otherwise he remained silent.

The t-shirt hung loose on her frame but the soft, worn fabric was like a soothing balm on her frayed temper, simply because it smelled like him.

“...wasn’t much help. We found him bakin’ in the street so he’s at Med gettin’ his stomach pumped and bein’ treated for dehydration.”

Hank nodded, folding his arms across his chest as he turned away from the whiteboard to cast a glance over his team but, as his eyes settled on Kate, he found himself doing a double take when he realised she was no longer wearing the heather-grey shirt he had seen her in earlier that morning. He wasn’t sure if she knew the effect her wearing his clothes had on him but he could already feel his jeans tightening at the thought of her spending the rest of the day smelling like him. He was well aware that he had the tendency to be a possessive bastard when it came to her but who knew that seeing your woman wearing your clothes was such a potent aphrodisiac!?

“What next, Sarg?” He was snapped from his salacious inner monologue by Kim’s question, his newest officer evidently keen to put in a good showing.

“Al, take Burgess and get over to Med. I wanna know where this guy got his dope from. Might give us a clue to whoever thinks they can cook this crap in my city. Rest of you, keep digging.”

A ripple of nods followed his order as the unit began to disperse but, before Kate could take a seat at her desk, Hank had stepped forward and blocked her path so swiftly that she almost walked headlong into his chest.

He simply peered down at her for a few long moments, his tongue running over his teeth in a telltale sign that he was carefully considering something.

“Is that my shirt?” He eventually asked quietly, his eyes slowly roaming over her torso before they paused for a beat on the v-neck where she had left all three buttons undone, exposing a sliver of slightly damp, golden flesh.

“Yeah, sorry. Asshole puked all over me and I took the bag with my stuff in it to your place the other night.” She replied raking her hands through her hair, suddenly nervous that he might have a problem with her parading around the bullpen in his clothes.

But she needn’t have worried.

There was no mistaking the flash of heat in his beautiful russet orbs or the sexy smirk that tugged at his lips as he inched infinitesimally closer, leaning in so that his lips brushed against the shell of her ear when he spoke.

“Don’t be sorry, looks much better on you anyway.”

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fanficsforfun · 2 years

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A bad day

Pairing: Alvin Olinsky x gender neutral reader

Word count: 400

Warnings: none

Summary: You have a bad day but thankfully Olinsky’s there to make you feel better

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You leaned on your hands and stared at the papers on your desk with dark thoughts. You had already gotten reprimands from Voight twice in the same day and not entirely without a reason. It felt like you couldn't do anything right and if you could, you would have gone home right away. Unfortunately that wasn’t possible. You couldn’t just walk out in the middle of a work day, not when you had a tough case to solve.

In the middle of your miserable thoughts, you felt someone's hand on your shoulder.

“Hey kid, what’s the matter?” Olinsky asked quietly.

You looked up at him and saw a slightly concerned look in his dark eyes. After a moment of thinking you shook your head and replied: “I just have a bad day, that’s all.”

“Well, you look like you need a hug”, Olinsky stated. “May I?”

“Sure”, you replied with a smile and got up. The man wrapped his arms around you and stroked your back. You pressed yourself against him, closed your eyes and sighed. His touch made you feel better, though you still felt bad over the stupid mistakes you had made.

“Just focus on the case and leave your emotions out of it, okay?” He advised with a gentle tone. “I know it isn’t always easy but everyone's contribution is needed, especially now.”

“Yeah, I know”, you said. “I really wanna get the bastard who did this behind the bars and I tried to straighten the corners because of it. Voight was right, I shouldn’t have done so.”

“I agree, but to be honest, Voight isn’t a saint either”, Olinsky noted. “Don’t beat yourself up too hard for it.”

You grinned since you knew that was the case. It by no means meant you could have behaved the same way Voight did, but at least you weren’t the only one who had done something wrong in order to make something right.

“All right then, get back to work”, Olinsky said after noticing the change in your mood.

“I will. Thanks”, you replied with a smile.

The detective squeezed your shoulder lightly before returning to his desk. You continued working the case with a much better mood. It wasn’t a big thing that he did, a hug and a few kind words, but it definitely had made your day. You were grateful for having such a caring mentor.

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coincidenceconnection · 2 years

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11. jay halstead or adam ruzek?

I have to go with Jay. Adam was just too wishy washy with Kim and while I love Burzek and they're never-ending love story I gotta say Jay. I feel like there's more of a grey side to his character while he does try to be the moral compass of the unit? So I find that more interesting I think. 🤔

12. kevin atwater or antonio dawson?

Kevin Atwater. I do love Antonio for the original link for the OneChicago shows but hate the way they just let his character fall apart. .I do miss him though.

But Kevin carries the damn department and he deserves a good love life. ❤

13. kim burgess or hailey upton?

Kim has my heart because we've seen her grow from patrol to where she is now. She deserves to be a detective please!!?

I was afraid Hailey was going to be some Erin replacement but I like that she's her own character, can't say I liked the whole turning into Voight then condemning Jay for the same thing and marriage under all that arc, but I do really like her as a character.

Wish we got more Kim and Hailey friendship scenes though 🥺 Hailey would be the best aunt for Makayla

14. hank voight or alvin olinsky?

Ooh the Al question, it's still too soon, I miss him 🥺

Hank. Even if he is fairly dodgy in his decisions his heart is usually in the right place? Plus by reading fanfics about him...He has become attractive... can't imagine Intelligence without him.

15. trudy platt or mouse gerwitz?

BRING BACK MOUSE PLEASE. I don't know why they ever let him go?? Like after losing the patrol storylines it was great to have someone thats not a detective on the cases. Him and Trudy would have been an epic team to help Intelligence in the last few seasons.

But I'm picking Trudy because she's still there and one of my fave characters in all OneChicago. Can put the fear in every character but is actually the Mom of the group, I adore her.

#chicago pd #one chicago asks #onechicago answers #onechicago #answers #ccanswers #intelligence

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marivelsblog1503 · 1 month

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🚑 Parte I: ¿Hasta dónde hemos llegado? 🩺

«— La vida es muy cruel, las personas pueden cambiar, algunas permanecen igual. —»

«— El dolor y la perdida son difíciles de olvidar, por más que lo intentes, nada puede reparar la grieta de un corazón, incluyendo la mente. —»

«— Algunos dicen que las pérdidas pueden ayudarnos a superarnos, pero, ¿Qué pasa si no es cierto?, ¿Qué pasa si solo te encierras en ese dolor? —»

«— Estás sufriendo y nadie lo nota, lloras en silencio y nadie te consuela, esta bien querer ser fuerte para no preocupar a las personas que amas, pero recuerda que ellos siguen en tu vida. —»

«— No te alejes de ellos, sigue adelante. —»

«— Ponte de pie y sigue luchando. —»

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Cast:

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|| Lilan Bowden como Dina Boden. ||

«— Chicago es mi hogar y no importa lo que otros digan, yo sé que soy una buena capitana para mi equipo en la 61, pero también una doctora. —»

|| Brian Tee como Ethan Choi. ||

«— Soy un veterano de la marina, seguí los mismos pasos que mi padre, sin embargo tengo recuerdos dolorosos de aquellos días y eso, las pesadillas me siguen atormentando. —»

|| Anna Kendrick como Carol Boden. ||

«— Esto es muy sencillo, yo te cubro y tú a mí, me cuidas todo el tiempo y ahora es mi turno de hacerlo contigo, estoy preocupada por ti y no quiero que te pase nada, no quiero perderte. —»

|| Eamonn Walker como Wallace Boden. ||

«— Aun recuerdo aquella noche como si hubiera pasado un día, y sin importar los riesgos, las volvería a salvar, me importa muy poco lo que digan, ambas son mis hijas. —»

|| Melissa Ponzio como Donna Robbins de Boden. ||

«— Aunque no las sostuve entre mis brazos cuando eran unas bebes, las tendré a ambas aquí conmigo, porque ustedes también son mis hijas, nada va a cambiar eso. —»

|| Sophia Bush como Erin Lindsay. ||

«— Atrapamos al maldito que provocó todo esto, sé lo que siente encerrarte en tu propio dolor y te culpas por no estar con aquella persona que tanto amaste, pero no te preocupes, ellos ya no estarán sufriendo ahora. —»

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Cast de los demás personajes:

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🚒 Chicago Fire. 🔥

|| David Eigen como Christopher Herman. ||

|| Robyn Coffin como Cindy Herman. ||

|| Christian Stolte como Randall “Mouch” McHolland. ||

|| Taylor Kinny como Kelly Severide. ||

|| Jesse Spencer como Matthew “Matt” Casey. ||

|| Monica Raymund como Gabriela “Gaby” Dawson. ||

|| Lauren German como Leslie Shay. ||

|| Kara Killmer como Sylvie Brett. ||

|| Joe Minoso como Joe Cruz. ||

|| Yuri Sardarov como Brian “Otis” Zvoecek. ||

|| Charlie Barnett como Peter Mills. ||

|| Randy Flager como Harold Capp. ||

|| Dushon Monique como Connie. ||

🚓 Chicago P.D. 🚔

|| Jason Beghe como Hank Voight. ||

|| Jon Seda como Antonio Dawson. ||

|| Jesse Lee Soffer como Jay Halstead. ||

|| Archie Kao como Sheldon Jin. ||

|| Elias Koteas como Alvin Olinsky. ||

|| Patrick Flueger como Adam Ruzek. ||

|| Laroyce Hawkins como Kevin Atwater. ||

|| Mariana Squerciati como Kim Burguess. ||

🚑 Chicago Med. 🩺

|| S. Epatha Merkerson como Sharon Goodwin. ||

|| Oliver Platt como Daniel Charles. ||

|| Marlyne Barrett como Maggie Lockwood. ||

|| Torrey DeVitto como Natalie Manning. ||

|| Nick Gehlfuss como Will Halstead. ||

|| Yaya DaCosta como April Sexton. ||

|| Roland Buck como Noah Sexton. ||

|| Colin Donnell como Connor Rhodes. ||

|| Rachel DiPilo como Sarah Reese. ||

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Playlist de esta primera parte:

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|| Arcade de Duncan Laurence. ||

|| Could Have Been Me versión Halsey. ||

|| Fight Song de Rachel Platten. ||

|| I’ts Time de Imagine Dragons. ||

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 4 years

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Title: Partners On And Off The Clock

Gif credit @imthehoneyyourethebee

Requested by @littlehalliewho. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for requesting.

Happy Reading Dollies

Taglist: @nocturnalherb16. @jesseswartzwelder

You know, keeping any secret is hard? Well try keeping that secret from your boss and friends/coworkers that you're not fucking one of their friends/coworker while seeing them everyday. Did I mention that the coworker you're fucking is also your partner. No, it's not really that hard. Nah, totally cool.

Try again on that.

"Your cheeks are really red today". Erin observed you as you poured a cup of coffee.

"It's a little warm in here". You tried covering it up.

"Not that warm. So spill, who is it"?

"What are you talking about"? You nervously chuckled.

"Well, yesterday you came in all cutesy and last week you had about four hickeys on your neck. So there is someone and you need to give me details".

"Erin, there's no one".

"Bull. Tell me. I want to meet him".

"Fine, he's really handsome and hes so smart. Super sweet, so funny and kind. God, the lips on that man melts me everytime he touches me. I cant get enough of him". You gushed, biting your lip.

"Awwww, you're in love".

"Stop". You laughed, shrugging it off.

"I know you so well, Y/N. You love this guy and you know it".

"Okay. I really like him but it can't go anywhere. Just spending some time together and that's it". You said as Alvin came in, his coffee cup in hand.

"So what's the drama today? Adam, staple his ass to the chair again"? Alvin made you spit out your coffee. It landed all over you and the table. You and Erin busted out laughing.

"Wow. No. Our little Y/N here has a boyfriend". Erin told Alvin before you could open your mouth.

"Is that so? Is he the one that's been giving you those hickeys". Alvin brushed your hair from your neck ,to show a slight purple spot below your ear.

"Okay. Stop. Enough with my love life and my neck. He's a guy that I like and that's all. Now please let's get back to work". You huffed and went back to your desk.

"She's in love with him".

"Really? How can you tell"? Alvin asked Erin.

"Well, for one she's is gushing over this guy and she admitted to me that she does in fact love him. But they cant go anywhere with the relationship".

"Hmm. Wonder why"? Alvin sipped his coffee.

"Don't know. But I hope he doesnt break her heart or I'll break his neck". Erin warned as she went back to her desk. Alvin followed.

You were being assigned to a robbery by yourself, your partner had things to take care of before coming to the scene.

Getting out of the car you saw the uniforms on the scene and went to speak to them before going inside.

"Who called it in"?

"The owner after he became conscious. The suspect hit him with a can of corn and bolted after he got the money".

"Well that's sweet of him. He didnt want to go to prison for a murder charge". You say before going into the store.

The place was trashed, the security tapes were being processed and finger prints were being done. You just looked over the scene and talked to the owner and witnesses.

"Did he have any tattoos or scars"?

"Ma'am, I was to worried about the .38 pointed at my face than looking at him. Sorry". The owner huffed.

"That's okay. The tapes will show us something and we'll get the guy. Don't worry". You reassured him and went to your car. Just as your partner pulled up.

"Hey". You say as you handed him your notes.

"Thanks. Sorry I couldn't make it on time. I had something to do".

"Its fine. There's nothing really for us to do. The officers on scene had everything covered. So I guess we can go".

"Alright, um. Can you ride with me for a minute"? He asked, looking around.

"Okay"? You were confused but got in his car and he drove off.

"Y/N, Erin told me what you said".

"Al, I know what you said when we started. We could never have this outside of the bedroom. I'm okay with that".

"No you're not. I know that. I want us to be something more so that's why i went to get these". Alvin handed you a yellow envelope.

"Divorce papers"?

"Yeah, I want something real with you and I know that getting a divorce will be the first step". Alvin pulled into a empty parking lot.

"If you're not ready, I dont want to pressure you".

"I'm ready. I want a life with you. I want you to be able to introduce me to your friends and parents as your boyfriend".

"Al, are you sure? This is a big step. We'll have to tell Voight and he'll assign us a different partner. I like being with you".

"But this means we can go out with friends and have a peaceful relationship. Not have to hide and have to worry that someone is going to find out".

"You're right. I want that more than anything. I'm so happy". You squealed, leaning over the console and kissing Alvin's neck.

"Are we celebrating right now"? He smirked.

"Maybe". You both quickly undid your pants and you got on top of him.

"I love you, Alvin". You said between kissing his lips.

"I love you too". He wrapped his hands in your hair and kissed you hard.

It was uncomfortable in the car but you were getting use to it, since that's mainly where you two had your sexy time.

"Fuck". You moaned as you sunk down on his cock. His bit his bottom lip, his hands on your hips as you started rocking your hips.

The car started rocking hard, the alarm went off. Alvin quickly shut it off as you giggled. It was so funny.

"I think the car is trying to get us caught, that's the third time it's done that". Alvin grunted.

"Let it, we're out now. Nothing to hide". You took your shirt off and put your breasts in Alvin's face.

"Definitely not". He mumbled against your skin.

You grabbed his shirt collar in your hands as you rode him. Alvin brought his lips to yours.

"I'm glad you're mine".

"Me too. Now I'll have to fight of the younger dudes for sure".

"No you won't. I have my anti-young guy propellant on. Only you can get near me". You gasped out when Alvin took over and quickened his pace.

He bucked his hips into you, driving his long hard cock deep into you. Making your orgasm build and build until you came crashing around his. Clenching around him, squeezing his cock.

"Fucking hell". Alvin growled as he was about to cum. He quickly pulled out and came on his stomach. You slid your pussy lips over his cock to help him release.

"Next time you're coming in me". You sighed a happy sigh as you got off him with a kiss to his lips.

"Why couldn't I now"?

"We have work to do and I dont feel like having you dripping down my leg or making my panties soaked. I mean they're already soaked everytime I think about you. So that's all the time. But it wouldn't be professional".

"We just fucked on the clock in a police car so I dont think that would be the problem". Alvin chuckled as he buckled his pants up.

"Funny. We should be getting back. They probably figured it out by now. Especially Erin, she is dead set on finding out who my mystery guy is".

"Let's see how long it will take her. This should be fun". Alvin kissed your lips and took his hand in yours, heading back to the station.

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shelby-love · 4 years

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ALVIN OLINSKY

Cut her some slack. He won't say it again.

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warnings: none

Authors note: An old request I decided to bring to life...finally!! As I haven't seen the episode in which Erin left for real real (therefore I don't know how the intelligence looked - who was in it) I decided to work my way around it.

"Alright people. This is detective Y/LN. She just transferred from Narcotics and is going to be with us until..."

The seated intelligence knew what he wanted to say. She's a new member of the team until she dies or leaves. Standard stuff.

As you stood there in front of them your mind raced. You thought you might get bigger reactions from them. It's not everyday someone from Narcotics manages to steal a spot at the finest unit in the Chicago police department.

You looked at every pair of eyes in the room and not one gave you the comfort you needed. And then your eyes landed on someone who was a big senior in your career path.

You recognized him. Like who wouldn't? Alvin Olinsky, a senior detective that's been doing this since you were in your diapers. He's also Hank Voight's best friend and colleague.

"Y/LN the table's right there. Make yourself at home." He said and strolled back into the comfort of his office.

Well there's no point in chasing after him, you thought and held the carton box tighter.

"Your desk is here." Olinsky made sure to extend his hand towards your desk in case you were dumb and couldn't find it. He wasn't that far off - your nerves were eating you alive.

"Thanks," You mutter and place the box on the clean surface. Glancing at the box that's filled with what not one more time you realize just how quickly clutter is going to attack your desk.

"Hi I'm Ruzek. But you can call me Adam." His voice is clear as day. This guy is flirting with you by just stating his name. Not knowing how to react to his flirty voice you shyly extend your hand and contemplate your next move.

But then Alvin passes by. With a mug of coffee is his right hand he uses his free one to motion you to stop and not get involved with Ruzek. It's simple really - a palm by the neck and rapid movements that just scream don't do it.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N Y/LN." There's a knowing dazzle in Adam's eyes. It's like he knows why you haven't returned his flirt.

After he leaves you be you note that he's basically the only one interested in getting to know you. A latino sits at his desk, looking regal and dangerous - that's detective Dawson. You know him. A basical legend within his age group. He doesn't look angry or anything, you quickly realize that that's basically his swag. It's a part of him.

But then another dude that just across from you. He just looks angry. No angry looking swag - someone made the dude angry angry.

Then you look at Kevin who you already knew before the transfer. Being the great friend that he is he winks and gives you a thumbs up.

Everyone seems to be pretty possesive over their desks. You can almost see the red alarms on their desks. Having your own desk is a pretty big deal I guess.

You don't even try to excuse yourself as you stroll towards the break room. If Olinsky is going to be the only one that likes you then so be it. You're going to be his best friend.

"I'm sorry they're like that," With your back in front of him you turn around while you wait for your coffee. "It's embarrassing."

"Are they always like that?" You ask. You really don't want to be an outsider.

"They'll warm up to you don't worry. They just need some time."

"I came here because I was told I deserved the spot." You start reciting the day you remember like it was yesterday. "I don't care about who was here before me or what that person did. I'm here to to my job and not mess it up."

Of course you heard many rumours about what happened to the intelligence but you never pryed. It wasn't your place to do so.

"They're looking at me like I'm the one that hurt them. They won't even give me a damn chance to prove myself."

Alvin Olinsky sat there and listened. He knew where you were coming from. He knows how strong and determined you are. You were perfect for this spot and that's why he put in a good word for you.

Without another word he stood up and motioned you to follow him with his hand. Your coffee became a forgotten thing after you started waking next to him.

Now you're back in front of them all. But with a different air around you. "As you already know. This is detective Y/LN. One of the best the CPD has to offer.

I'm only saying this once. Stop acting like brats and cut her some slack."

He spoke with authority. He maybe doesn't speak up as much as some do but when he does he talks with a voice that says experience. He was on the field more than any of them combined and he knew that friendship and trust were the most important and needed things within an unit. Especially an unit like this one.

If they continued to picture you as Erin someday and somewhere you will get hurt because of that. Shot in the leg that kind of hurt.

He didn't go on with his words but what he said was already enough. The next thing you knew Jay Halstead was in front of you with his hand extended towards you.

"I'm Jay. Welcome to the family."

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wellimaginethat · 4 years

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Secret Admirer

Pairing: Alvin Olinsky x (female) Reader

Word Count: 1822

Author’s Note: So this is my first time writing for dear Alvin, I never thought of writing for him before I was asked if I would consider it, but not because I don’t love his character, I just worried that I wouldn’t get him right, so please let me know.

Trigger Warning(s): Language, mention of a case involving bombs

Disclaimer: I don’t owe nor am I affiliated with any of the Chicago shows, I just like to play with the characters

Summary: Y/N Y/LN is a badass police officer with the bomb squad. Alvin Olinsky has admired her from afar, never really talking much to her despite the one time that Intelligence worked with her department. Well when she’s transferred to Intelligence, she thinks he doesn’t trust her and confronts him.

Y/N = Your Name

Y/LN = Your Last Name

He admired you from afar. A quiet distance. He thought you didn’t notice him.

He was impressed by your skill set, it seemed like you could do it all. You were smart, strong, and beautiful.

Alvin found himself incredibly impressed by you, and he admired you. He wasn’t sure if it was just that he thought you were cool or if he had started to form a crush on you.

You had only ever exchanged a handful of words to each other, the one time your unit teamed with Intelligence for a case. While working with Intelligence, it just seemed like you naturally fit with the team.

You ended up being the one to crack the case and actually take the guy down, and that was when he became impressed by you. You were a woman that didn’t need a man to protect her.

So after that case, he admired you from afar. He’d see you in passing every once in a while and you’d give him a polite smile, but he never said anything to you.

“We have a new addition to the team, transferring over from the Bomb Squad.” The moment those words left Voight’s mouth, Alvin began wondering if it would be you or one of your teammates. He hoped it was you, but at the same time he didn’t want it to be you. He didn’t know how he’d work with you, not with whatever he felt towards you going on. Whether it was just admiration of your work or an actual crush, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to talk to you and not seem stupid.

And that was when you walked in, smiling like always. He didn’t know how you could do what you do and still stay happy, it was just another thing that he admired.

“This is Officer Y/LN.” Voight stated. “I’m sure you all remember her from that case a few months back.”

“Hell yeah, she’s a badass.” Jay was the first to speak up, standing up and walked over to you to shake your hand.

His comment only made your smile grow. “Well thank you, Halstead, right?” You asked as you shook his hand.

“Right.” Jay nodded.

“Glad you two seem to get along because you’ll be partners.” Voight informed the two of you.

You nodded to him. “Alright.”

“Cool.” Jay said as he took a seat at his desk again. “So partner, tell us about yourself. We know you’re a badass, but what else?”

You laughed some and shrugged. “There’s not really to tell, honestly. I’m divorced, have been for about a year now, and that pretty much sums up my entire life.”

Jay frowned. “Well that’s sad.”

You laughed again and shook your head. “Not really, dirty bastard used to sleep around behind my back while I was at work.”

Jay snorted. “You got any kids?”

“I have a dog that thinks he’s my kid.” You told him with another small laugh. “His name is Milo.”

Jay nodded some. “Well this has been interesting.”

“Are you two done playing twenty questions? We have work to do.” Voight’s voice stopped you just short of a sarcastic reply. “You can get acquainted with your new team later.” He told you.

You nodded to him. “Yes sir.” You switched to all business, serious and stoic.

As the case went on, you took notice that Alvin would keep looking at you. You assumed it was because he was judging you, and took it personally.

So after the case was closed, you cornered him after you thought everyone else had left. “Do you have a problem with me?” You asked him, frowning and full on glaring at him.

If he thought he would have trouble talking to you before, being on the receiving end of your icy glare made it that much harder. “No?”

“Then why the hell have you been watching me? Checking up on everything I’ve been doing?” You asked, crossing your arms and leaving absolutely no wiggle room. He couldn’t help but think that you would be a phenomenal interrogator.

“I haven’t been.” Alvin tried to talk his way out of it, remain cool but under your glare that was hard to do, he was certain you’d be able to get anyone to crack.

“Yes you have.” You huffed, keeping your voice level and low, it was an intimidation tactic you picked up over the years.

“Is there a problem out here?” Voight asked, stepping outside his office after noticing you glaring at Alvin through the windows.

“Seems like Olinsky doesn’t trust me.” You said, turning to face Voight, arms still crossed.

Voight was silent for a moment, his eyes trained on you. “I’m sure it’s just because you’re new to the team.” He replied curtly, leaving no room for argument as he headed back into his office, shutting the door.

You turned back to Alvin. “Stop double checking everything I do.” You said pointedly, huffing as you stormed out.

Alvin ran a hand over his face, so much for admiring you from afar.

You went to Molly’s after leaving and noticed your new partner sitting there. “Can I buy you a beer?” You asked him.

Jay turned to you and nodded. “I’ll never turn down a free beer.” He said, motioning to the empty barstool next to him. “So partner, how are you liking it with Intelligence? Think you’ll stick around and kick it with us some more?”

You nodded slowly, pondering over your thoughts as you stared at your hands on the bar.

Jay watched you before bumping your arm with his. “What’s going on?”

You looked at him with a raised brow. “What do you mean?”

“I might not know you real well yet, but I can tell somethings bothering you.” Jay commented. “Come on, you can tell me, we’re partners.”

You laughed some but stopped short and sighed. “I know I’m new, but I thought that maybe everyone would be a little more welcoming and not so distrusting. You know, since I have teamed with you guys before.”

Jay nodded slowly. “And by everyone you mean…?” He trailed off, because everyone seemed to be nice to you.

“Olinsky.” You huffed, a frown gracing your features. “He’s been watching me and double checking everything I do like he doesn’t trust me.”

Jay watched you for a moment before laughing.

“What?” You asked, frowning at him now.

He took a sip of his beer and shook his head. “He’s not watching you because he doesn’t trust you.”

Your frown only deepened. “Then why is he watching me?”

“He’s admiring you.” Jay laughed.

Your cheeks heated up and you shook your head. “Impossible. You’re wrong.”

Jay continued to chuckle and shook his head. “I’m not. If you need someone else to confirm it, just ask his partner.” He motioned to Adam who was just down the bar from the two of you.

“I think I will.” You replied simply as you picked your drink up, stood up, and walked over to Adam. “Hey Ruzek.” You started sweetly with a smile.

He looked at you and raised a brow. “Yes, Y/LN?”

“Can I sit?” You asked, motioning to the seat.

He nodded slowly. “Be my guest.”

You took a seat and turned to face him. “Can I ask you a question?”

“You just did. Two actually.” Adam commented with a smirk but then nodded. “Sure, go ahead.”

“Your partner, Olinsky, what’s his deal?” You asked, not beating around the bush whatsoever.

Adam looked at you for a moment. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what’s his deal?” You asked again, huffing a bit. “He’s been watching me.”

“I’m sure that’s not-” You cut him off by holding up a hand in a stopping motion.

“Save it.” You said. “I already know he’s been watching me, I want to know why.”

“You’re new.” Adam tried.

You narrowed your eyes. “Is that it? I’m new and he doesn’t trust me?”

Adam watched you for a moment, trying to figure out what the best strategy would be in this situation. “I think you should talk to him about this.”

“I tried and that got me nowhere, he just denied everything.” You told him.

Adam sighed, uncomfortable with this whole thing, he didn’t want to betray his partner but he also didn’t want to get on your bad side, especially if you were planning on sticking around. “He admires you.”

You frowned. “That’s the same thing Jay said.”

Adam only nodded and turned back to his beer.

“Why?” You asked.

“Why not?” Adam asked. “He just thinks you’re cool. After that case you helped us on, with the serial bomber, he told me all about how you took the guy down and how it was an amazing feat.”

You frowned again. “Really?”

He nodded. “Really. I’m not trying to get him in trouble here, but I think the only reason he’s been watching you is because he’s amazed by you. Which is saying something because I don’t think I’ve ever seen him amazed by anyone before.”

You couldn’t help the small smile on your face. “Huh.”

“What?” Adam asked, looking at you.

You shook it off. “Nothing.” You finished your drink before going home.

The next day after work, you stopped him as he was getting ready to leave. “Hey Olinsky, wait.” You jogged over to him.

He looked at you, wondering if you were upset again.

“I’m sorry.” You told him. “About last night.”

Alvin nodded slowly.

“Can I ask you something though?” You asked after a moment, a bit nervous, which threw him off because he didn’t think you ever felt nervous. You continued after he nodded. “Why were you watching me?” You asked in a much nicer tone than you had the night prior.

“You’re a good cop.” He told you. “Actually a great one. You’re great at your job, not only from what I’ve seen but from what I’ve read.”

You tilted your head. “You read about me?”

Alvin nodded. “I read your file.” He cleared his throat, looking away from you and towards the door.

You hesitated. “I’m sorry, I’m keeping you.” You felt bad for keeping him since he seemed like he was in a rush to leave.

He shook his head and turned his attention back to you. “You’re not.” He assured you softly, then sighed. “I’m sorry I was watching you.”

“Don’t be.” You brushed it off. “Halstead and Ruzek said it was cause you were admiring me.”

“I was.” He admitted, causing you to look at him wide eyed. “Why wouldn’t I? Like I said, you’re a great cop.”

“Is that the only reason?” You asked softly, looking at him, unsure what you wanted the answer to be.

He shrugged his shoulders slightly. “I honestly don’t know.”

You smirked a bit. “You wanna grab a beer?”

He smiled at you and nodded. “Yeah, sounds good.”

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year

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Al Olinsky Masterlist

Al Olinsky x Reader

Ringside - Al Olinsky (Friendship) - Al thanks you for training Michelle.

Sacrifice - Al makes the ultimate sacrifice for you.

Changes Series:

Changes - Al realises you may be interested in being more than just partners.

Changes Part 2: Rise and Shine - Al is the perfect gentleman.

Changes Part 3: First Date - Al surprises you on your first date.

Changes Part 4: Love (NSFW) - Al can’t get enough of you.

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fangirlings-things · 4 years

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"This is not going to work, (Y/N)" he sighted heavily, while giving you an apologetic look.

He had never expected you to have feelings for him and yet you had just declared yourself, which honestly almost made him loose his mind.

"Al, this is not some kind of twisted Stockholm Syndrome, I meant what I said" you assured him trying to keep your cool, mistaking the surprise on his face for disappointment. Now, though, it was too late to turn back. "I love you"

His breath hissed and he averted his eyes from yours, passing a hand through his beard with exasperation and frankly, without knowing what to do.

When he finally brought his head up to look at you again, after what seemed like hours, you had no idea he was going to break your heart.

"We can't do this"

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gif credit: @alvinolinsky

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halstudandruz · 4 years

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It’s Different With You

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Alvin Olinsky x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Based on S3E11

Warnings: Swearing, panic attack, kidnapping, almost rape

You hadn’t been in intelligence that long, about 3 months, but you had quickly become part of the family. Not to mention quite fond of co-detective Alvin Olinsky. He may have been a little older than you, but the presence he brought about himself was beyond appealing and you didn’t bother hiding your attraction. Flirting becoming a normal interaction between the two of you. The case you had been working on was like nothing you’ve ever dealt with before. Something that hit a little too close to home with you considering you had little sisters of your own. Every day that passed you had gotten more sick to your stomach, what if you couldn’t bring justice to the Clifford’s? She was a 14 year old girl. She didn’t deserve this. But you finally felt you were getting closer. Tawney had seen them. She could identify them. This was your chance. You were going to win, and that’s exactly why you went to Tawney by yourself. You had suspects.

“Take your time.” You encouraged her, but seconds later your world went black. Waking up you felt dizzy, in pain, a headache raging. You winced opening your eyes realizing you were trapped unable to move. You could hear whispers from outside the room. Tugging on your arms you knew you weren’t going anywhere. Hearing shuffling you watched a tall guy walk through the door, smug smirk on his face. Closing you eyes and taking a deep breath as your heart began to race faster, jumping when you felt his hands on you. Your yelling muffled by the bandana wrapped around your mouth. A sick laugh coming from his lips as you wiggled trying to kick him away.

“Just stay still. I only need a minute.” He smiled kissing your jawline before the door was knocked in making you jump eyes meeting Alvin’s in a desperate plea noticing Hank standing beside him, but the man grabbed you as you felt a cold sharp object pushing into your airway making it harder to breathe.

“You move any closer and I swear I’ll kill her.” He warned gripping your body tighter, you watched as Al tensed. Trying to control your heart rate you counted in your mind knowing you were about to launch into a panic attack. Al noticed your struggle taking a step towards you as the man yelled at him beside you.

“Hey, [Y/N], look here. Look at me.” He said softly keeping your attention as Hank spoke beside him.

“Bro, I gotta tell you this seems like a terrible idea from your side.” Hank spoke, “Just put the knife down. Nobody has to get hurt. We can talk about this. We can help you, but you have to put the knife down.” Hank coaxed, but the man didn’t waver.

“Yeah right dude. We kidnapped a cop.” He laughed eerily into your ear.

“You didn’t do it though, right? It was all Spence. All you gotta do it put the knife down.” Hank tried again. The guys grip on you tightened even more. As the tears threatened to spill out of the corner of your eyes. Al mouthed the word “breathe” to you his eyes not wavering from yours, stance ready to take action. Until finally the pressure of the coldness had disappeared. Hank moved quickly forcefully throwing the man down on the floor kicking him in the ribs in the process.

“Ugh! What the hell!” He groaned.

“You think you can hurt one of my own and get away with it? Try again.” Hank growled throwing the cuffs on him as Adam and Antonio rushed through the door holstering their guns and the three of them hauled him away while Al appeared at your side gently pulling the bandana away from your face as your emotions boiled over. Sobs wracking through your body. He pulled your body into his as he worked on the ropes tied around your hands and feet finally freeing you. Your breaths were coming out raggedly, wheezing hard as you were unable to get a deep enough breath in tears covering your face.

“Hey I’m right here. It’s okay. You’re okay.” He promised sighing heavily, rubbing a hand up and down your back. A look of guilt and anger mixed in his features.

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That night after coming out of the locker room ready to head home Al pulled you into the break room. Nervously you fidgeted with your bag as he looked at you intensely, pulling your sleeves down further to cover your bruised wrists.

“Look I’m sorry.” You sighed not meeting his eyes.

“You shouldn’t have went there without backup.” He stated softness in his voice.

“I know. Obviously I never thought that would happen. I just...I didn’t expect it...I believed her you know?” You admitted falling down into the chair beside you head in your hands. You heard a chair being pulled closer to you, warm arms encircling you until your nostrils were filled with his scent head shoved into his neck.

“None of us did. Hey,” he whispered lifting your chin up to meet his eyes, “just because you still believe there’s good in the world doesn’t make you a bad cop. You need to know that.” He said. Smiling softly you looked down away from him.

“You know, if this was Ruzek you’d be reaming him out. Why aren’t you doing that to me?” You asked curiously. Sighing heavily he chuckled beside you.

“You and I both know it’s different with you, [Y/N]. I personally would prefer not to compare you to Ruzek.” He answered.

“Why...cause I’m a girl?” You smirked chancing a look at him making him shake his head.

“No… well I guess to be fair, I don’t think I’d be feeling this way if you weren’t.” He shrugged tucking a hair behind your ear. “Just promise me..you won’t do it again.” He pushed seriously. Nodding your head you took his hands in yours squeezing reassuringly.

“I promise.” You replied. Relaxing a little he pulled you up with him.

“Come on. Let’s go get a drink.” He shrugged his coat on leading you out of the room.

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Chicago P.D. Ship OCs

Tina Kunakey as Khadasiah Rosena Blaisie (Kuh-daa-sea-uh Rose-henna Blay-zee)

-Age: 28

~Shipped with Hank Voight

Khadasiah “Sia” Blaisie is one of the newest recruits to the Intelligence Unit. Her and Sergeant Hank Voight have gotten close in her time working for him, forming a sexual/romance filled relationship that no one else knows about. Before working for Chicago P.D., Khadasiah told Intelligence that her, her sister, and their friend (all who work for Intelligence currently) met and grew their skills in Boston P.D.’s homicide unit. This is where Alvin Olinsky met and befriended Sia when he was on a business trip there. No one in the Intelligence Unit knows her true status, all of it being classified.

Khadasiah Blaisie, also known as Special Agent 722, is a CIA Special Operative. She handled major undercover cases in France. Russia, Switzerland, Canada, and England. She is still formally a CIA agent, but has chosen to do regular police work as of right now. She knows that one day her past will come back to bite her in the ass, especially the one she left in France. The directors made her codename “Muse” for the fact that she is an image of inspiration and intelligence, and always gets the job done. They But she is glad that she is in Chicago and can put it behind her for the time being.

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Margot Robbie as Adelina Margaret Bishop (Add-elle-é-nuh Mawr-gah-rett Bih-shup)

-Age: 28

-Shipped with Antonio Dawson

Adelina “Addy” Bishop is a Massachusetts born former paralegal who works as a detective under Hank Voight in the Intelligence Unit. She was recruited due to Khadasiah Blaisie’s recommendation to Commander Perry, who unequivocally placed her in the unit alongside Sia. No one except them knows that they worked together before being assigned to Chicago, and they intend on keeping it that way. Hank often pairs her with Detective Antonio Dawson, and they have maintained a playful yet flirty relationship in the months that Addy has been in Intelligence.

Adelina Bishop, also known as Special Agent 446, is a CIA Special Operative. Like Agent Blaisie, she has handled major international undercover crimes, some of them also bring homebound in the United States. Her family is assured complete safety from the federal government, and her supervisor reassigned her to work in Chicago PD until they needed her for another case. Her codename is Pandora because of how much of a protector she is. She has a guardian-like persona and feels defeated when someone she cares about gets hurt.

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Lauren Lewis as Kataleya Maïka Blaisie (Cawt-uh-lay-ñuh My-kuh Blay-zee)

-Age: 27

-Shipped with Alvin Olinsky

Kataleya “Kat” Blaisie is the last of the theee newest recruits. Along with her older sister, she worked in Boston (Narcotics, although Sia worked in Homicide) before being transferred to Chicago. Since Olinsky is one of the last “old-timers”, Sia was a bit hesitant when Voight partnered them up, mainly because Kataleya is black and a female. Even though they bicker often because they were both so headstrong, Al genuinely cares about her. Even though he is trying to patch things up with his wife, him and Kat shared a steamy exchange during an undercover mission and they nearly continued after work hours. Kataleya is good police and always looks out for her older sister.

Kataleya Blaisie, also known as Special Agent 817, is a CIA Special Operative. Many of her major undercover cases were in England, France, South America, and Australia. She has versed herself in american-bound crimes and how they compare to their international counterparts. Her codename is Baby due to how many times she was called that undercover due to her age appearance. She was called once to pose as an estranged duchess in order to identify an assassin wanting to take a hit on a royal family. Kataleya wants to completely forget her undercover gigs and focus on her future at CPD. She eventually wants to leave the CIA and start a family, but she knows something bad will keep her from it.

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Since Burgess and Ruzek are a thing, I didn’t want to make him a ship. These three will be my main characters in doing short stories, imagines, one shots, and other things with Chicago PD. This information will be updated once I get better templates for the CIA dossiers, but this information is crucial to the short story i’m writing about them. It was originally supposed to be only Hank and Sia, but I decided to expand it.

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