#Chicago PD Imagines

[chloe-skywalker]

Bullying - Hank Voight

Hank x reader daughter

Warnings: bullying

Word count: 1,221

Requested: Hank Voight x teen daughter reader, he finds out she's being bullied at school. - @meyocoko

Authors Note: Thank you so much for the request! This is my first Hank Voight Imagine, so I hope everyone likes it (that likes Chicago P.D.). My Hank Voight stuff will probably only be the reader being his daughter. Just FYI.

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“Any cases?” Jay asked as he sat down at his desk.

Erin shook her head. It had been a slow day for the intelligence unit. “No its been a slow day.”

“Hmmm.” Voight hummed also listening to Erin’s answer. Even Voight was getting bored.

But when Trudy came up the stairs with concern on her face, that got everyone's attention. “Voight. Y/n’s principle is on the phone.”

“Thank you, Trudy.” Voight nodded and headed into his office and picked up the phone. “Hello.”

“Hello, Mr.Voight. I’m sorry for calling you at work.” Y/n’s principal apologized over the phone.

“It's not a problem. What's going on? Is Y/n alright?” Voight spoke with a tight voice. It was rare when the school called him so he was really worried but trying not to show it.

There was a pause on the phone before the person on the other side cleared their throat. “That's why I called there was an altercation and Y/n got very hurt so we’ve sent her to Chicago Med. We wanted to let you know and we also we’re hoping you could send down someone to talk to the kids responsible.”

“Yeah, I can do that.” Voight stated after a moment of silence. After that, the phone call ended and Voight shook his head trying to control his anger before exiting his office. “Ruzek and Linsdey head down to Y/n’s school and bring in the kids they’ll have there waiting for you back here to talk. Burgess call their parents and let them know that I’ll be pressing charges.”

“Voight, what happened?” Erin asked as her and the others started on their orders. All of them were now concerned about the teen girl they had all come to love and be very protective of.

“Some kids hurt Y/n bad enough that the school has sent her to Chicago Med.” Voight explained gruffly, trying to keep his worries and anger in check.

“What?!” Adam raised his brows in shock and he felt anger bubbling up on the inside. Much like everyone else in the room.

“Seriously? They just what? Let that happen?!” Jay was furious, he hadn’t known her the longest but even with his problems with Voight. Jay and Y/n had become close. They’d hang out, and go do things together. It bonded them. They’re friends. Y/n is like a little sister that Jay never had.

“Apparently. Look I’m going to Med to be with my daughter.” It unnerved the unit with how calm Voight seemed to be.

“I’ll come with you.” Jay said getting up to follow the older man.

“Let's go.” Voight nodded, he knew how close his daughter was to Jay. He might bring some comfort.

Everyone else headed off to do what they needed to do.

Once they arrived at Med, they went straight to the ED. Upon seeing his brother Jay called out. “Will!”

“How is she?” Voight asked as the redheaded Halstead appeared and stood in front of them.

Will let out a sigh, looking between his brother and Voight. “She doesn’t need surgery, which is the good news.”

As much of a relief that was it still left a question. “An the bad news?”

“About 70% of her body is covered in bruising, and she has a broken wrist, a few cracked ribs, and a laceration above her eye.” Will gave them a sad look. He to like a lot knew Y/n, and Will felt for the girl. She didn’t deserve this.

“Jeez Will.” Jay felt like throwing up. How could the school let it get this far? Or happen at all.

“I know.” Will nodded, he felt just like Jay.

“Where is she? Can I see her?” Voight asked keeping his feelings at bay for the time being. He was feeling to many things at once anyway.

“Yeah, right this way.” Will stated, leading them back to the trauma room Y/n Voight had been assigned to.

As they reached the room and saw y/n sitting up in the bed slightly leaning back. Probably to take pressure off her ribs.

“Hey, how about we go get copies of the injury reports and give them a minute?” Jay suggested with a tilt of his head. Wanting to give the father and daughter some space.

There were some moments of silence as Voight moved to sit down in the chair next to the hospital bed. It got to the point that Voight needed answers to keep his brain occupied. “Kid-”

“I know,dad.” Y/n cut him off nodding. Already knowing what he was going to say.

“What exactly happened?” he asked. He needed to know for many reasons but his main one and his focus now was just why and how this happened to his little girl. “Y/n.”

Y/n let out a sigh, knowing she had to tell him cause it was going to far and out of hand now. “It’s not the first time something happened.”

“You mean-”

Y/n nodded not looking at him. She couldn’t look at him. Not in the eyes. “It's normally not this bad.”

Now Voight was having an even harder time keeping it together. How could he not notice? How come she didn’t come to him? “Why didn’t you tell me? Or anyone?”

“I've tried before. To tell teachers bit either they do nothing or it just makes it worse.” She had thought about telling her dad or even Jay but if the school wouldn’t help how could they?

Voight shook his head reaching out for her hand, trying to get her to look at him. “I could’ve done something.”

“As a dad. Not as a cop. It wasn’t bad enough for cop involvement.” Y/n gave him a tight lipped sad smile.

She had a point and it bugged him cause he knew it was true. But now, this. This meant he could get involved as a cop, and a dad. “Well now it is and you can bet your ass I’m gonna do something about it.”

Y/n cracked a smile at him. “I don’t know who they should be more afraid of. You or Jay.”

“Combined force, sweetheart.”Voight gave her a half smirk half smile. Voight know she was right, he saw and could feel the anger coming off of Jay on the ride over to Med.

“Ohhh, deadly.” Y/n giggled wiggling her eyebrows and laughed. Even though they knew it was true.

Voight squeezed her hand for comfort before speaking. “You know you can talk to me right? About anything?”

He truly hoped she knew that. That she could come to him about anything and everything.

“I didn’t want to worry you.” Y/n shrugged but looked down feeling a little ashamed. That she didn’t tell him and that it happened at all.

“I’m your father. I worry even when your okay.” he told her sternly. He cared about her more than he could ever tell her. Or show her.

“I love you dad.” Y/n smiled at him grateful to have this off her chest, for him to know, and that he was by her side.

“I love you too.” Voight was gonna take care of this. An no one was gonna get in his way.

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[uptondixon]

Unaccountable Pain

This is a Upstead x Platonic reader based on Season 7 Episode 13 "I Was Here". Reader is a patrol officer, she was with Kim in the motel room. This idea came to me after watching the episode recently. It's also my first time writing for One Chicago so tell me what you think!

"It wasn't your fault, sweetheart," Hailey's voice sounded calm, low tone intended to keep your worries away, but that was impossible.

Kim lost her baby today. You saw it, you were there when her whole world came falling down. You were supposed to back her up.

You had entered the motel room with Kim, ready to save the young girl from that monster disguised as a man. But none of you expected a second man to be on the inside. He came for you, twice your size, a scream of "I got him" from you urging Kim to go forward, reaching the bathroom where the girl was being drowned.

"It was," you cried out to Hailey, her own unshed tears shining on the dimly lit hospital room. The pain experienced today was unaccountable. With you and Kim in the hospital, Hailey and the whole district were devastated.

Hailey stepped closer to your bed, wiping the fallen tears from your bruised eyes. The door opens, and Jay enters with a sorrowful look, closing the door behind him.

"Hey, how are things here?" His voice carried the same tone as Hailey's, worried and caring for you.

Hailey looked at him with a sad smile, a smile that Jay was, unfortunately, used to seeing it. It meant she was sorry. It meant things were going to be okay but not exactly right now.

"You're going to be okay, Y/n. We're here for you." 

A couple steps and Jay was on your other side of the bed, staring down at you.

You don't remember feeling this broken in a long time. Like nothing in the world could fix you up. But looking at the two detectives beside you, you knew you weren't alone. You didn't have to go through this alone.

The tears you've been holding from the moment they took you from that filthy hotel room come crashing down, two pairs of arms instantly holding you close. 

The three of you stayed like that, holding each other for God knows how long. And in that moment, you truly felt like everything would be okay.

[justanoasisimagines]

Fluffy Headcanons

Requests are open! Credit to @cafekitsune for the divider and the banner

❀If you work with Kevin at the station. He'll purposely stop at your favorite coffee shop to pick you up your favorite hot drink and a pastry.

❀Kevin is someone who will hold open doors for you. He's going to walk subtly quicker so he can reach the door before you.

❀If Kevin leaves before you, he'll take the time to write you a note before he leaves. The notes always contain something sweet; a memory, a compliment or a plan for after work.

❀If Kevin makes you lunch for work, he'll also leave a note within your lunchbox. He wants to provide you with a pick-me-up throughout the day.

❀Kevin's the type of boyfriend to randomly surprise you at work. Kevin rarely gets off early, but when he's able coming to meet you is one of his favorite pastimes.

❀Kevin loves nothing more than curling up on the couch with you watching TV or a movie, especially after a long week.

❀If you don't work together, Kevin checks in with you whenever he can. Some cases are particularly channeling and some leave psychological scars. Kevin checks in to remind himself what's waiting for him at home.

❀Kevin finds himself singing along to the radio quietly. Moments like this often remind him of when you're in the car with him doing the same thing.

❀Kevin struggles to make date night a regular occurrence. However, because of this Kevin makes date nights as special as possible. He'll take you to dinner, to the movies, plan dates out for you etc.

❀Kevin's absolute weakness is when you come up behind him and begin to massage his shoulders. He enjoys the way your hands feel on his body. The softness of your touch while you work through the tension.

❀Kevin uses plenty of nicknames for you; darling. baby, sweetheart, angel etc. Nicknames become so frequent between the two of you, that it catches you off guard when he does use your name.

❀Kevin has a picture of the two of you as his home screen. He likes to unlock his phone so he can look down every so often while he's doing paperwork. The reason you're not his lock screen is to lower the risk of someone coming after you for being associated with him.

[yourforgottenbookshelf]

Undercover – Louis Vega x Detective!Reader

Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

Fandom: Chicago P.D. / One Chicago

Pairing: Louis Vega x Reader

Summary: The Reader is an undercover detective. However, after getting to know Louis, they develop feelings for each other.

Trigger warning: 18+ content

Word count: 557

Your tongue traced Louis’s abdomen veins as you slowly unbuckled his belt. He had a firm hold of your hair, and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were hella turned on.

“God, you’re so hot,” he breathed, tightening his grip on you. You felt your blood painting your cheeks red as if you were a high school girl that had just been invited to the dance by her secret crush.

When you suggested to Voight to go undercover, ending up in Louis Vega’s bed wasn’t exactly what you had in mind. However, to say you weren’t satisfied with how your night had progressed would be a lie.

He let out a moan as your tongue started making slow circles around the top of his dick. His pre-cum was already on your lips, and you couldn’t help but moan as well. Admittedly, you enjoyed giving him head as much as he enjoyed receiving it, if not more.

He grabbed the sheets when you proceeded to fit his full length in your mouth. Deepthroating was more difficult than expected, yet you blew him as if your life depended on it. He ejaculated hard into your mouth after a few minutes, and you swallowed every drop of it, feeling proud of yourself.

He was still breathless when you returned from the kitchen, two glasses of water in your hands. “Thank you,” he murmured, emptying it in seconds. You let out a soft chuckle as you slowly drank yours. His eyes were fixated on your bare skin until you finally placed the glass, half-full, on his nightstand.

He wasted no time getting on top of you. He softly kissed your neck while his fingers traced patterns on your thighs. By that point, you were a whimpering mess, practically begging him to fuck you.

It took about five thrusts for you to cum all over his cock, and you pleaded he’d go on until you couldn’t take it anymore.

Three rounds later, he laid exhausted next to you. Nothing could be heard apart from your shaky breaths and the raindrops hitting his window.

In that quiet moment, the weight of your underground work pressed upon you, as you realized the lines between professional and personal life had completely blurred.

Louis turned to you, his eyes carrying a mixture of exhaustion and something deeper- an unspoken connection which went beyond the confines of your role.

“I’d love if we kept seeing each other,” he simply said.

You met his gaze, a surge of conflicting emotions rushing through you. The clandestine nature of your work made relationships dangerous, but in that moment, it felt like the rules didn't apply. The connection between you two seemed to defy the constraints of your undercover identity.

A soft smile touched your lips, and you nodded, your heart heavy with the weight of unspoken feelings. "I'd like that too," you admitted, realizing that the lines between your secret life and the potential for something real had become even more blurred.

As the rain continued to tap against the window, a silent agreement hung in the air—a shared understanding that, despite the risks, the connection between you and Louis was something worth exploring beyond the confines of your undercover role.

[midnightsconspiracy]

Perception

Perception - @midnightsconspiracy

Summary: Sometimes you need to put your heart before your head, especially when it comes to Jay Halstead.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 744

Requested: No

A/N: IM BACK BITCHES!!!

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Jay Halstead was a menace in your life, because, despite everything your head was telling you, you knew you would somehow end up in his bed sooner rather than later. He was just always there, with his stupidly handsome face and that annoying smirk he'd reserved only for you. And although you knew the rules Voight had laid out, 'no in-house dating', when he was standing there, looking so god damn good, your alcohol-fuelled brain just couldn't resist making a move.

And so that's where you found yourself, at god knows what time in the morning, carefully trying to manoeuvre yourself out of bed without waking the sleeping man. Wincing every time he stirred, you slowly managed to lift yourself off the bed, quietly reaching for your clothes that lay scattered around the room. Sneaking out of the bedroom, you made your way toward the kitchen, needing to find anything that would stop the incessant pounding headache that signalled your impending hangover. The water did little to quell any of your pain though, instead, you stood there squeezing your eyes shut, hands braced against the kitchen countertop.

In your moment of weakness, you failed to hear the slow footsteps coming up behind you, only realising once two arms found their place wrapped around your waist. Tensing up at the feeling, you opened your eyes, leaning into the man behind you.

"Jay…" you whispered, this wasn't the type of affection you wanted if you were to remain impartial, but you'd already given in. Sleeping with him once you could say it was a mistake, but twice, now that would be harder to justify. Plus this was just a one-night stand after all, wasn't it? You'd heard what he was like with other women as well, especially cops in your unit. And you weren't prepared to be just another Erin or Hailey, dating the man for a while until an inevitable break up. Or one of the many women he'd pick up at whatever bar he'd chosen for that night.

Reaching down, you pried his hands from around you, dropping them soon after to turn to face him. Though you'd originally expected him to bear a lusty face, one begging you to come back to bed, instead painted a picture of concern and disappointment. It was if somehow he didn't want you just for sex, and actually cared for you. But no, this was Jay Halstead after all, and you were nowhere near his league. Or were you?

"What are you doing up? I was hoping you'd stay the night at least," he asked, caressing up your arms in an all too affectionate way. "Really?" Now your head and heart were really torn. One way telling you to just let go, go back upstairs with him and just relax, have fun. But logistically, what if it didn't work? Then you'd have to return back to the unit as just another one of Jay Halstead's conquests, tarnishing the reputation and respect you'd fought so hard to gain in the first place. Pulling you out of your thoughts, he tilted your chin up initiating the eye contact he so needed to gain your trust. "Yes, I didn't just invite you out tonight for friendly drinks. Can't you see I like you?"

Retracting back into yourself, a confused look settled on your face. Not once in the thousands of scenarios you'd ran through your head was this a possibility. Him rejecting you, ignoring you, even humiliating you in front of the rest of the unit, those are the things you'd imagined, but not this. Your brain was struggling to comprehend the situation as he stood before you looking so genuine. He liked you? YOU!

Silence rang heavy through the air as you stood there working out what to say, your mind searching for the right words. "I don't understand, you want me?" Mumbling over your words, you somehow managed to form a cohesive sentence, watching as his face pulled up into a smile. Jay was surprised at the self-deprecating words that left your mouth, here stood a person so perfect in his eyes that he could fault a single thing, and yet you were surprised at his like for you. "Of course, I want you. Now how about we go back upstairs?"

Giving in, you let him grab your hand, leading you back up to his room to spend the rest of the night showing you just how much he liked you. Because maybe Jay Halstead was different from what you'd imagined after all.

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[adri-2022]

Promise

Fandom: Chicago PD

Characters: Jay Halstead x FemReader / Olivia "Liv" Halstead

Warnings: fluff/ platonic

Word count: 1745

Jay Halstead Materlist

A/N: Hello guys. So I’m not entirely in love with this, I’m sorry if it’s not that good and I'm sorry for being a little disconnected. As Olivia "Liv" Halstead is Maggie Elizabeth Jones. Hope everyone likes this original idea.

Don't be afraid to leave your comment!

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Being a kindergarten teacher had its perks. For once you worked with the young, creative minds and had the chance to potentially make a positive impact on them. But other times it really sucked, for example like a couple of hours ago.

You were in your classroom having lunch by yourself as usual. When one of your students Olivia came to you with a troubled expression. Obviously you thought the worst about it, call it instinct.

“Hi, miss Y/N” her sweet voice said as she took a seat in front of your desk. You smiled at her being met with a small one in return.

“Hello sunshine. Are you okay?” you asked immediately putting your lunch on pause and giving your full attention to her.

“I’m sad” she said casting her eyes down, this made you furrow your eyebrows

“Can I help you? We can talk about why you’re sad” you asked warily but gently giving her a sympathetic smile while you searched for her eyes

“I don’t want to make you upset miss Y/N” she said as she fiddled with her little hands.

Why would you be upset? But then again, Liv was probably the most selfless child you have ever met and obviously she would say something like this. Even in her short years of age she always thought of others first, she was a really empathic kid.

“Little miss Olivia. It’s alright to talk about feelings, they are valid, and you would never make me upset” you said in a serious manner as you nodded encouragingly

“Even if it’s sadness, Miss Y/N?” “Even if it’s sadness” you confirmed nodding

“I don’t have a mom for mother daughter day party” she said looking at you with big green doe eyes as if you held the answer to every question. But before you could say something, she continued.

“My daddy said my mom went to a place called heaven and that she watches over me” she said sighing as she crossed her arms over your desk placing her chin on top. At her words you sighed too

“My mom went to heaven too, when I was your age” you said lips tight as you tried to keep your emotions at bay

“Why?” she curiously asked, making you avert your gaze before looking back at her and mustering a smile

“That’s how life works. Sometimes heaven needs more people to help watch over us” you said taking a deep breath

But how could you explain the concept of death to a little girl. You were sure that her dad had done the absolute best at it. Although you had only briefly talked a couple of times between drop out and pick up, and at teacher parent conference day. Nevertheless never touching the topic about Olivia’s mother. Jay Halstead seemed like a really great father to this little girl and quite frankly you didn’t want to overstep. You were broken out of your thought as you heard a little sob,

“But I don’t want her there” Olivia said as her little voice broke slightly along with your soul.

“Oh Liv. I’m sorry. I promise you, it will be better, one day you’ll understand” you said as you reached her side. Kneeling to her height and caressing her head as you hugged her

That conversation going on in circles in your head as you waited patiently biting good mornings to each of your students and their mothers at the drop line. While there was another conversation taking place in a car, as the passenger was getting ready for the drop off at school.

“Liv I’m so sorry I can’t come to your get together” Jay said guiltily as he sighed looking at his daughter through the review mirror. He was heartbroken knowing he had hurt and possibly disappointed the only important person in his life.

“You promised you would come” Olivia sadly said as she blinked rapidly in order to not let the tears fall as she avoided her father’s gaze

“I know. I know baby. But I have to go chase bad guys remember” Jay said turning to look at her once he parked in the drop line. A pained expression took place on his face when he saw her little tears.

“Hey-” he started as he was about to reach for her hand, stopping

“I know…” she whispered disappointed brushing her tears away before Jay could see her, but of course he already had

Before Jay could muster a response the back door was opened, and Jay met your eyes. Big smile on your face as Olivia climbed out of the truck, hand in yours for support.

“Hello little miss Liv” you said enthusiastically but as a response Olivia mustered an unenthusiastic ‘hello’. You glanced at Jay again smiling sadly before Liv waved goodbye to her father still not meeting his eyes.

“Hi I’m sorry. She’s in a bit of a mood. I broke a promise” Jay said as sad eyes followed his daughters retrieving figure.

“No worries. I understand. I’ll look after her, she’ll have a good time, I promise” you said smiling,

“Thanks for that. Have a good day” Jay shared a smile as he shook his head before biting goodbyes

You both had a thing for each other, but neither had made a move upon it. You had always stayed professional for the sake of Olivia and so has he. There were always lingering looks at parent-teacher conferences, but they were ones of admiration. Add obviously the fact that you are his daughters teacher, so being in a relationship would stir up a lot of drama between the other parents including your superiors.

When you entered your classroom all of the mom’s were sitting with their kids already doing the activities and eating the snacks you had brought for the occasion. With the exception of Olivia, who was sitting at a little table all by herself and this stirred something inside you.

In the district Jay was struggling to concentrate and the guilt was eating him alive. The look and the tears that he saw on Olivia’s face hunting him relentlessly.

“Hey, didn’t you have little nugget’s mom-daughter thing today?” Kevin asked as he walked into the breakroom

“Don’t remind me. She’s gonna hate me” Jay said as he stirred his coffee

“Man. Don’t tell me you’re missing it” Kevin asked leaning besides Jay, being met with a hum in confirmation

“There will be more in the future, I just-” Jay was interrupted by the other detective

“Hell na, man. You go do what you gotta do” Kevin started looking at his friend like if he had grown two heads

“Kev-”

“Don’t let her down, bro. I’ll cover for you. Go” at this Jay looked at his friend trying to get his thoughts in place.

Kevin took a deep breath before taking ahold of Jay, dragging him into the bullpen and practically throwing Jay’s stuff in his arms before rushing him out to his truck.

“You go be a dad. I got your back” Kevin told Jay as the latter turned his truck on.

“Thanks, man, I’ll owe you big time” “Don’t worry about it, a beer at Molly’s can work for me”

Guiltily he thought of the brief conversation he had with Olivia and the mistake he would be committing if he didn’t make it. As he parked in the school he knew he wasn’t about to let his daughter be by herself, he wasn’t going to let her down.

Entering the classroom he looked over the heads and tables trying to identify his daughter. There she was on a table gluing something, but before he could move he saw you sitting beside her. Now noticing Liv’s laugh mixed with your own.

“So Liv, what’s your favorite color?” you asked as you colored the paper you had prepared for everyone, but Olivia didn’t respond. As you heard a gasp leave her mouth your head snapped up to her face following her eyesight to the door.

“He came, miss Y/N” Hazel excitedly said before leaping to her feet and running into her father’s awaiting arms, the latter picking her up kissing her cheek

“Hey baby!” Jay said with a smile on his face, as he saw how Olivia beamed happily

“Daddy you came” “Of course, I made a promise remember” he said matching her excitement.

At the same time he walked to the table Olivia was occupying as you stood up looking at them with a shy smile. When they reached the table Liv sat down explaining to her dad what she was doing, to which he nodded smiling with excitement. You took that as your signal to go back to your desk,

“Hey, uh, Miss Y/N” Jay said as he walked over to where you had stopped and turned to him

“Just Y/N it’s fine” you waved him off with a kind smile

“…Y/N-”

“I’m sorry for intruding-” “It’s-”

“She told about her mom; thought I could help” you rambled with a remorse expression waiting as you felt a hand being placed on your shoulder

“Take a deep breath” Jay said as he chuckled, to which you scratched the back of your neck nervously

“Thank you, you didn’t have to- but you did, and I really appreciate it” he said smiling sadly as you both looked back towards Olivia, before you shook your head again

“She’s a great girl, really smart” you said smiling slightly as you returned Olivia’s wave

“Yeah she is. That’s all her” he answered turning back to look at you

“I deeply apologize, the school should really mind what they write. If it was up to me it should be parent-child day” you said as you tilted your head, before Jay could answer another voice interrupted

“Dad. Can miss Y/N sit with us? She was going to braid my hair next” Liv said excitedly as she looked up to Jay

“Sure. If she’s not too busy, remember she has adult responsibilities” he answered looking down at Liv’s big eyes

“She’s not! She can teach you how to braid my hair, dad” Olivia answered. You bit your lips trying to fight the laugh that was trying to surface when you watched Jay’s mouth hanging

“Damn, why do you have to wound me like that, pumpkin” Jay said looking at you to see if you had heard. Shaking his head as you placed a hand over your mouth chuckling.

[graveyardlifeguard]

Masterlist

Eddie Diaz (9-1-1)

Survivors: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Tim Bradford (The Rookie)

The Breakup

[thebookreader12345]

Anniversary

Pairing: Adam Ruzek x reader

Summary: It's Y/n and Adam's first wedding anniversary, and they want nothing more than to spend the night with the team

Requested: Yes, by anonymous

Warnings: slight swearing and hints at sex

Word Count: 1,367 Words

The smell of breakfast was what woke me up. The bedroom door was cracked open, and the delicious scent of blueberry pancakes wafted in from the kitchen. I stretched my arms above my head before climbing out of bed to see what Adam was up to. My husband was standing in front of the stove, humming to himself as he flipped the pancake that was in the pan in front of him. I made my way over to Adam and wrapped my arms around his waist, squeezing him softly.

"Good morning," I greet. "You're up awfully early."

"I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed," Adam countered. "But now you're out of bed, so I guess that idea is out the window."

"I appreciate the thought though, Adam. And you made my favorite," I notice.

"Of course I did," Adam confirmed and turned around to face me, pushing me back against the island that was right behind me. I was now trapped between Adam and the island, but I didn't mind. Adam then leaned down and pressed his lips to mine for a quick kiss. "Happy Anniverary, darling."

"Happy Anniversary," I return and pull him back down for another kiss. This one lasted longer than the last one, neither of us wanting to pull away. Suddenly, Adam slipped his hands under my thighs and lifted me up to situate me on the island. I smiled against my husband's lips, moving my own hands up to cup Adam's face. The feeling of his body pressed against my own and the way his hands grasped at my sides made me never want to pull away. But the scent of something burning hit my nostrils, and I distanced my lips from Adam's. "Adam? Do you smell that?"

"It's just the pancake cooking. Everything's good," Adam assured me as he kissed at my neck. It was then that I saw the smoke beginning to rise up from the pan on the stove, and the burning smell got even stronger.

"Adam, the pancake!" I shriek. Adam frowned, but when he turned around, he saw that the pancake in the pan was indeed burning. Quickly, he turned off the stove, and using a nearby rag, he lifted up the pan and set it in the sink, waving away the smoke.

"Okay, so this pancake is a goner," Adam admitted. "But the good news is I already made like eight, so we're all good."

"Imagine if you would've burned our apartment down on our anniversary," I joke.

"Ha ha. Very funny. That never would've happened," Adam claimed, and wrapped one arm around my waist to bring me off of the island and back to the ground. "So, what do you want to do tonight? Go out to dinner? Walk around downtown? Stay in and watch cheesy rom-coms? The choice is yours."

"What if we go out for lunch to your favorite sandwich place?" I pose. "Then we can spend some time downtown, maybe sit by the lake? And then later we can invite the team over for pizza and beers. I don't think any of them have seen the new apartment yet. That sound okay to you?"

"As long as I can get you in bed with me at the end of the night, I'm fine with that," Adam professed.

"Adam!" I laugh and smack his chest playfully.

"What? It's our anniversary," Adam defended. "If you think I'm not gonna get a little lovin' later...."

"Don't worry. You'll get plenty," I assure him. "Now come on. I'm starving. And the pancakes that you didn't burn smell amazing!"

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"I've got those," Adam spoke and grabbed the pizza boxes from the backseat of his Jeep before I could.

"Okay, then I'll get the beers," I say and head for the trunk.

"I can get those too," Adam insisted.

"Adam, you're not gonna carry the pizzas and the beers," I lecture him. "I've got it. Seriously."

"You shouldn't be doing any work on your anniversary," Adam said.

"It's your anniversary too," I remind him. "So we're gonna split the work."

"Babe!" Adam whined. "Why can't I just do one thing for you?"

"Babe, why can't I just do one thing for you?" I mock back as the two of us headed towards the apartment entrance.

Later that night, our friends shows up to the apartment one by one. Kim was the first person to arrive, which was no surprise. She was on time to everything. Then Jay and Hailey showed up, the two of them claiming they hadn't had a relaxing night off in a while. And shortly after them, Kevin came, giving me a bear hug and Adam a fist bump. So now us and all of our co-workers from Intelligence were sitting around the living room eating greasy pizza and drinking beer.

"Man, I cannot believe that you guys have been married for a year already," Kim commented.

"I know," Kevin agreed. "It feels like just yesterday Adam was having a nervous breakdown in the locker room over proposing to you."

"Hey man! It's terrifying, okay? Probably the scariest thing I've ever done in my life," Adam justified. "And until you've had to do it, I don't want to hear shit from you."

"You shouldn't have been scared though, Adam. I mean, we had been together for three years at that point, and we already lived together. I was gonna say yes no matter how or when you asked me," I tell him.

"I just remember the two of you walking into work the next morning, and just based off how the two of you were acting, I knew it had happened. I didn't even need to see the ring," Hailey claimed.

"And that was the moment I knew I had lost my best friend forever," Jay joked and took a sip of his beer.

I scoffed playfully. "Oh please, Jay. You could never lose me. I mean, sure, we haven't been partners at work in ages, but we manage to joke around every chance we get. Changing the subject, what do you guys think of the new apartment? I don't think any of you have seen it yet."

"It's amazing," Hailey remarked. "Seriously."

"And for only being here a month, you guys are all moved in. That's impressive, considering how lazy Adam is with that type of stuff," Kim pointed out.

"Hey! I am not lazy! I'm just slow to get things done," Adam corrected.

"Speaking of the new place, all of us decided to bring you guys something," Kevin announced and grabbed a bag from behind the chair he was sitting in.

"What! Guys, you didn't have to get us anything!" I exclaim and take the bag from him.

"We know, but we wanted to. Now open it," Jay instructed.

From where Adam and I were sitting together on the chair, we carefully pulled the tissue paper out of the bag. Pulling out the large item from the bag, I realized it was a frame. And inside of that frame was a picture from our wedding. Adam and I were front and center, and surrounding us were our friends and family. All of the Intelligence Unit was there, including Voight, and so was Adam's dad, Bob, and his sister and nephew. Then there was my mom and dad, plus my two brothers and niece. Intelligence was my second family, so seeing them standing alongside both me and Adam's real family was amazing.

"We know you guys have been wanting to get this picture framed for a while now but just haven't had the time, so we figured we'd get it done for you," Kim declared.

"This is awesome, guys. Thank you!" I chirp. "I can't wait to hang it up!"

"And I think I know the perfect place for it," Adam affirmed and stood up, taking the frame with him. He then walked over to the wall that the tv stand was on and held it against the large open space. "What do we think?"

"Looks perfect," Hailey piped up.

"It really does," I concur and stand up. "Adam and I really appreciate it, guys. You're all amazing. Now, who wants another beer?"

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Invisible String, a Halstead!Sister fanfiction

Chapter 8 on!

[happyimagines]

Chicago PD: Jay/Reader

I was always told to never drive angry. I was told to take a deep breath, and then drive. And maybe if I did, I wouldn’t have had to skid and swerve and hit the curb with enough force to know that my car would need to go to a shop. The moon had taken its place in the night sky, and thankfully I had stopped on a street that was lit with enough lamps to feel slightly comfortable waiting for a tow. Slightly.

Taking a needed breath to calm myself, I went through my contacts. It was a night off, one that didn’t come around too often. And one that needed to be taken advantage of. That also meant that there was a chance that Kim wouldn’t answer her phone. After a few rings, it went to voicemail. Knowing that Adam and Kevin’s would do the same, I still attempted to call only to end up with the voicemail messages.

Finally, I called Jay.

The phone was answered after one ring.

“Aren’t you meant to be on a date?” He asked chuckling. Behind his voice, there were people singing karaoke.

“Supposed to be.” I sighed. “Look, I know it’s our night off, but I need help.”

“Are you okay?” There was an edge to his voice that told me the humour he answered with was gone.

“I’m fine. I hit a curb, and something’s wrong with my car. I called a tow and I don’t want to wait alone.” I took another deep breath.

“Okay,” Jay said after a beat. “Send me your location, I need to pay my tab. Do you want me to stay on the line?”

“Sending it now, and no, I’ll see you when you get here.”

Thankfully I hadn’t stopped too far from Jay’s location, probably Molly’s, as his car pulled in behind mine ten minutes after we hung up. I opened the car door and stepped out.

“What happened?” Jay asked as he met me at my car.

“To the car or the date?”

“Both!” Jay knelt down and began looking at my car to see what kind of damage I had done. As he did, I noticed him looking up from the car at my outfit from the date.

“Well, I think I damaged the axel. Something ran out, I think it was a cat or something and I swerved and hit the curb.” I kicked the tire lightly as I explained. “As for the date, we sat down, and then he got a phone call. Turns out that another girl he was interested in was free and he left.”

“Wait, he stood you up after you guys got to the restaurant?”

“Exactly! Thankfully we didn’t order anything, because I’m sure I would’ve had to pay his bill too.” I pinched my nose. “I basically got angry and left after him and I wasn’t thinking straight.”

“Makes sense. The guy’s an idiot by the way.” Jay offered with a smile. I smiled back and shivered as a gust of wind blew towards us. “Do you want to sit in the truck?”

“Yeah,” I nodded and followed after Jay towards his truck. He opened the passenger side door and gestured for me to get in. Once he got in, he started the car and the heating came on warming us.

“Thank you.” I said after sitting in silence for a few minutes. “I appreciate this.”

“Of course. I saw you calling Kim and Kevin and figured I’d be next.” Jay shrugged his shoulders and I looked at him. “They were singing at Molly’s when you tried to call.”

“Oh.” I nodded. “I thought that was a dying whale and you were watching a nature documentary.” I joked causing Jay to laugh. “But seriously, thanks.”

“You’d do the same if it were me.”

Before I could reply, the tow truck arrived. I began opening the door and as I did, Jay raised a hand to stop me as he got out and made his way to the tow truck driver. I watched as he spoke with the driver as the car was hooked up and he took the information as to where the car was going to be taken.

“I know a guy, and he’ll probably be able to get the car running back to normal by tomorrow night.” Jay told me getting back in. He handed me a business card of the garage he sent the car to. “I’ll take you there tomorrow.”

“Oh, thanks.” I took the card and put it into my bag. “I can just call a cab and I’ll let you get back to Molly’s.”

“Are you kidding?” Jay looked at the clock. “It’s like seven, if you want, we can get something to eat. You said it yourself that you didn’t eat. Besides, you’re already dressed for a date.”

“Is this your way of saying you want to take me on a date?” I teased. Jay rolled his eyes.

“How about we just get something to eat?” Jay asked before starting the car.

[ingeniousmindoftune]

The Runaway P2: the beginning

Description: In which you were a sex trafficked victim. Jay is undercover as Dorian when he meets you. Feeling unloved and distance between him and Upton, he forms a romantic and secret relationship with you. But, your romantic relationship could come at a deadly price.

Part One.

Warning(s): unconsensual sex, abuse, mentions of gore, triggering actions, trauma, adultery, double life, some Smut, some fluff, and more. If you aren’t the age of 18 do not interact. Negativity will get you blocked. Read at your OWN risk! 2,565 words

This story was written separately from this platform; with proof I’ve written. Do not plagiarize or steal my work. I do have a lawyer on standby and will gladly take your ass to court! DO NOT THINK ABOUT IT.

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The Runaway

(the beginning.)

“Hey, didn’t expect you here.” You spoke softly as you entered the kitchen, placing your clutch down on the island. Dorian was seated with some coffee and his breakfast. You’d just got in from an overnight with one of Kevin’s clients. You smelled of cigars and sex, unpleasant sex. You sighed. “Yeah, your husband asked me to come over..you look a little young to be married to Kevin?”

You chuckled. “Maybe I like my men older.”

“Even you can’t say that with a straight face. What is the deal between you two?” You took off your jacket, placing your jacket up on the coat rack. “You ask a lot of questions, Dorian.” He shrugged. “I’m just curious. The other day, the way he treated you wasn’t okay. No man should treat their wife like that.”

You shook your head. “You aren’t married, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Mm, I’ve had my fair share of marriage in the past. I understand the ups and downs of it, but I’ve never treated my wife the way I’ve witnessed Kevin treat you.” You sighed, shaking your head, turning on your heels to leave. “I’m going to shower.”

Truth was, although you didn’t know love and have never felt it. You knew that Dorian was right. But at the same time, there was nothing you could do about it. “Alright. I’m sorry if I offended you.”

You shook your head. “You didn’t offend me at all. What you’re saying is true. But it’s my life Dorian. You see how he is. There’s nothing that can be done, now if you’ll excuse me.”

You exited the room.

“You need to get her talking. Find out where the girls are being hidden, find out about Kevin.” His handler said into his invisible ear piece. Dorian (Jay) clicked his teeth. “I got this.” Finishing the eggs that was on his plate, he stood up wracking the remaining food in the trash, placing the dish in the dishwasher. He made his way down the hallway, to peep around and hide some bugs.

“Um, what’re you doing in here?” You ask him as you walk out the bathroom, naked and drying your hair with the white towel.

He stammered over his words, as his eyes met with your body. “My eyes are up here.” She snaps her fingers. “What’re you doing in my room, Dorian?”

“Im sorry. I didn’t know this was your room, I was coming in here to look for some paper and a pen, your husband’s office was locked.. you don’t share a room with Kevin?” He changes the subject. She looked at him grabbing the underwear that was laid out on the bed placing them on, her breast swung as she moves around. “Um, you mind covering?”

She laughs. “What? You don’t like the show?”

It wasn’t that he didn’t. He did. You were a beautiful woman to him but, he felt like this was.. wrong. Not to mention, you were covered in scars, bruises and some bite marks that were months or years old and it made him angry. He didn’t know why but it did. You had a small abrasion on her neck from when a John shoved you and you fell on the ground a few nights ago. “No, it’s not that.. just don’t think I should be seeing you like this.”

She chuckled. “Pretty much all of my husband’s entourage has seen me naked, more ways then one. I’m sure sooner or later, you will too.”

“What do you mean?” you sigh, grabbing a tank top out the drawer leaning against the dresser, your natural curls lying on your shoulders. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll open my husbands office and get the items you need.” Dorian sat on the bed. “That’s irrelevant right now, what happened there?” He pointed to the bite mark on your shoulder bone. “My husband likes to bite during sex. It’s nothing.”

Dorian laugh. “What he some kind of carnivore or something?”

You laugh and smile, shaking your head. “.. he’s something.” You smiled. “You mind leaving my room now?” He nods standing up, he slightly bowed his head, walking out the room. She walked behind him, she smiled, before closing the door and locking it. He let out a sharp exhale as he leaned against the door. He was almost.. caught.

“My husband won’t be flying in tonight, he says you’re more than welcome to stay in the guest house out back and his sister will be accompanying us so you won’t become handsy.” You said walking into the room.

Dorian (Jay) looked over at you. “Oh no, it’s all right. I’ll be okay going home. But, you going to be all right here? It’s supposed to be a big thunder storm tonight.” You smile. “It’s okay. I’m a big girl.” Dorian stood to his feet to leave, when you grabbed his hand. “Hey, wait, where are you going?” He looked down at you as he towered over you. “Home.” You slightly tap his chest. “No need for that. I’m making dinner. Stuffed Chicken breast, asparagus and mashed potatoes. So, stay for dinner and then you can leave.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Hey, it’s the least I can do for you helping me the other night.”

“It wasn’t your fault you spilled that drink, Y/n. Speaking of, how’s your foot?”

You lean on your tippy toes. “It’s good, still sore but, I’m good.” You swayed away from him, starting on dinner. “Can I uh.. can I help?” You turned around only to be met with him, close. Body to body. Your hand touching his chest. “Oh uh.. no, but you can set the table for three- well four.”

“Who's the fourth?”

You didn’t answer. “You never answered my question, you know. I asked why you and Kevin weren’t sharing a room?” Dorian grabbed his second phone from inside his jacket. Texting Hailey that he wouldn’t be home tonight. She was responding but then left him on read. He just shoved his phone back in his pocket, knowing he disappointed her, yet again. But he figured she was out all night with Voight- like always.

“Kevin likes his space sometimes. So do I.” You answered not going into detail.

He nods. “Understandable, but separate bedrooms?” You walk over pouring yourself a tall glass of white wine. “Why are you so interested in my marriage? If you tryna fuck me just say that, it’ll cost you but, we can go in the bedroom right now.” You shrugged. Dorian frowned. “Huh?”

“I mean, come on.. I see the way you look at me. And almost all of my husband’s people have done with they want with me.. but for some reason, you’re the only one my husband hasn’t had me sleep with so, I’ll take my chances this time. I could use the cash.” Truth was, you were still trying to leave Kevin. You had been saving up all the extra money where and there for jons hoping that you could find some way to leave him without being harmed in the process.

Dorian laughs. “I don’t want to sleep with you, Y/n.” You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean? You don’t find me appealing?”

“It’s not that, I just- I’m not one of those men.”

You smiled. “Good to know. But all men are the same and all men want the same.” You shrugged, when the door opened and in came in Tonya, her red curls bounced. “What’s going on in here?” She looked at the two who were just inches away from each other talking as the food cooked. “Just talking.” Dorian smiled down at you then over at Tonya.

“About?”

Your smile faded. You knew Tonya deeply cared about you, she was the one who helped you escape her brother several times but, it wasn’t exactly easy. “Just dinner and I wanted to know his role.”

“Now you know my brother doesn’t allow his men to discuss business with you. Doesn’t matter how good you are in bed, they aren’t that stupid.” Tonya shook her head running her tongue over her rosy pink lips. “I’m aware of that, Tonya. Was that even necessary?” Tonya folded her arms. “Yes. Stop asking questions, I don’t want to see you hurt like last time. Ok?” Dorian raised an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t allow that.”

Tonya laughs. “You’re sweet but, stay out of this one and keep your hands to yourself. Okay, pretty boy?”

“Okay.” Dorian stepped back from you.

You shook your head at Tonya. “We were just talking.”

“And what happened to the last man you were ‘just talking’ to? Hmm?” You sighed and nodded your head, going back to cooking. You felt yourself becoming upset so you walked away, going to your room. “Tonya, man, what’s with the hostility? She and I were just talking, getting to know each other. After all, I’m in and out of her home.” Tonya stirred the mashed potatoes, looking over at Dorian. “Dorian, I actually like you. For some odd reason, I do. My brother is no saint. And he may not treat her right at all but he’s obsessed with her and very possessive when it comes to her. I just don’t want her hurt or you killed for any little thing that could be construed and taken out of context.”

Dorian shook his head. “He’s not here. She and I can be friends, Tonya. I don’t want to sleep with her.”

“We have company tonight. My brother got a new girl and he wants your opinion.” Dorian raised an eyebrow. “My opinion? Why mine? I’m just a weapons guy.” She shrugged. “I don’t know, all I know is.. he wants you to take the girl for a test run.” Dorian shook his head. “I’m not sleeping with some random woman.”

Tonya folds her arms. “You are, and it’s not a option. It’s an order.”

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-As Halstead-

Jay sighed heavily walking out of the home, his eyes locked with Yours as you watched him leave from the upstairs window, he buttoned up his shirt and shook his head. He didn’t sleep with the girl but made her pretend that he did. He couldn’t find himself wanting to do this job any more, the way things were done. This wasn’t what he was supposed to be doing. You smiled a tight-lipped smile as you looked down at you, tapping your hand slightly on the window.

He waved slightly.

Jay liked you. You had this innocence about you. You had this aroma that made him desire you. You were sweet, scared and damaged. You were broken, but you still managed to smile through the constant pain inflicted on you. He could hear Tonya yelling for her through the cracked window. He nodded at you, walking off getting in his undercover vehicle, driving to the hotel he was staying at during his undercover op. He sat in the garage parking lot for a minute just thinking about the op, you. And all what this entailed.

“Hello?”

He looked at the screen as Hailey answered, she was seated on their couch, propped up with a glass of wine in her hand. “Hailey..”

“Hey, Jay.”

He smiled. “What’re you doing?” She rubbed her eyes. “Just going over a case.” He nods, rubbing his shoulders. “You seem tired. I miss you.” Hailey was dry, to say the least but yet that’s how their relationship has been for months. He hated it. She changed. He didn’t like it but he put up with it because he loved her. “I am tired, Jay. Can we actually talk about this some other time? I’m just.. this case is important.”

“Hailey, you realize every time we talk you always rushing to get off the phone?!”

Hailey rubbed her forehead. “Jay, I don’t have time to argue with you. I’m busy just like you’re busy. If you would actually come home, you’d see that.” Jay clenched his jawline. “Hailey. You know I can’t just come home. I’m undercover. This is major for me. This man is a major player in the human trafficking and smuggling industry. I have to be smart about this. I could put you in danger if I were to come home. He has people watching me.”

“I-It’s fine Jay. I get it.” She fanned her hand.

He sighed deeply when their was a knock at his hotel room door. “I gotta go, Hailey. I love you.”

“Love you too, Halstead.”

He shook his head hanging up the FaceTime, hiding the phone. He grabbed his gun out the nightstand, making his way towards the door. Only two people knew this was his hotel. Tonya, and his handler. He swung the door open with the gun pointed. “Y/n.”

“Hi..” You pushed your way inside.

He closed the door behind him walking over and sticking the gun back where it was. “Y/n, what’re you doing here? How’d you even find out this is where I stay?”

“Overheard you telling Tonya. How was things with Miss.Sinclair?” You mouth off, sitting herself on the edge of his bed, crossing her leg over the other. “I don’t think that’s your business.. I should only be telling your husband that- why are you here?” you didn’t answer, she rubbed her hand over the bed, then glanced over at him. “You answer my question and I’ll answer yours.”

He shrugged. “It was alright.” You chuckled. “So, she wasn’t good?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “She was but, it just wasn’t me. I don’t like being pressured into doing something.” you fiddled with your coat’s strap. “Okay, well is she gonna be good for business?” He frowned. “I thought you didn’t handle your husband’s affairs?”

“The women, I do. I mean, it’s not like I want to. I have no choice. My husband puts me over them. He makes sure I find out if the men are satisfied, give the girls a few pointers in the bedroom and when it comes to hygiene, properly taking care of themselves.. I don’t pimp them out, I just ask the questions or join them.” you shrug. “You're saying that as if it's no big deal when it is.”

You shrugged. “Dorian. This is my life, okay? Kevin took me from the streets when I was just a baby. This is all I am and all I know. So spare me the guilt trips or the judgements.”

He walked closer to her. “What do you mean?”

“I got what I came for. I’ll be leaving now.” You made your way towards the door when he grabbed your hand. “Answer me.” You looked down at his hand linked in yours, then up at him. You’d had men be sweet and kind to you before, you’ve even had some obsessed with you. Promising to help you escape Kevin but what would it be like outside of him? And why was Dorian the one man you were feeling something you never felt before.. about. “No.” With that, you walked out. He rubbed the back of his neck, rushing over to his computer. He grabbed his phone dialing his handler.

He uploaded a photo he snuck of you sending it to his handler. “I just sent you a photo, run me everything you can on her.”

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[jayhalsteadsimp2019]

Dude, There’s A Cop

Summary: Lyla pulls Elleigh away from doing something stupid.  Little did they know, a police officer was watching the whole time.

TW: Suicidal Thoughts, Slight Language Warning

Word Count: Around 596

Note:  Hi!  This one was inspired by something that happened to my friend and I yesterday and she wanted me to turn it into a fanfiction.

FYI:  Lyla is Jay and Hailey’s daughter (when I originally thought of Lyla she was supposed to be Jay and Hailey’s adoptive daughter.  It went from that to biological daughter to Halstead!Sister, which you can see based on the other imagines I’ve posted.)

Also, Elleigh is pronounced Ellie, Elleighana is pronounced Ellie-Anna (If you couldn’t tell I love unique names/unique spelling.)

Should I write more daughter fics?  Also I do take requests, it just may take a while depending on how I feel writing it/if I feel like writing it.

I also may not write a request at all if I feel like I don’t have enough creativity or freedom if that makes sense.

Enough from me, I hope you enjoy!! (:

     “Come on, Elleigh, get out of the road!”  Lyla complained as she dragged Elleigh along, stopping her from standing in the middle of the road.  The car passed them, the driver looking at them like they were stupid.

     “They’re looking at us like we’re stupid.”  Lyla complained as the two of them walked along, Elleigh just laughing slightly and putting a different song on.

     They took a right and kept walking, eventually moving to the left to get onto another road by the bike trail.

     “Ooh, a car!”  Elleigh exclaimed kind of childishly, standing in the middle of the road and putting her arms out as if she wanted the car to hit her (hint, she did).   

     “Here we go again.”  Lyla thought to herself, grabbing Elleigh’s arm, practically dragging her away from the road, “Come on, Elleigh!  Stop standing in the middle of the road!”

     “Aww.”  Elleigh complained as the car passed them, Lyla rolling her eyes, clearly annoyed.  Elleigh would do this every time they went somewhere, and it honestly kind of got on Lyla’s nerves, because Elleigh wasn’t about to throw herself in front of a car on Lyla’s watch.

     The two walked up the hill, walking over the bike trail and back down the hill onto another road, jumping over a puddle as they did so.  They walked down a small street, standing in front of the highway at the end of it.

     “Wait.”  Lyla instructed, putting her arm out to stop Elleigh from throwing herself in front of the car.  After a moment, it was safe enough to cross.

     “Okay, now we can go.”  Lyla grabbed Elleigh’s arm, pulling her across the street, Elleigh struggling playfully against her.  They made it to the sidewalk, Elleigh trying to step into the road as more cars drove past.

     “Elleigh, stop.”  Lyla demanded, grabbing Elleigh’s arm as Elleigh stumbled to the side and almost fell, being the clumsy person she is.  Lyla shook her head, “People are gonna think you’re drunk!”

     “But I am.”  Elleigh replied playfully, Lyla just laughing at the comment.

     “Dude, there’s a cop right there.”  Lyla stated, seeing the truck parked across the street.  She looked at it as the driver stepped out, walking across the vacant parking lot and stopping at the end of it.  He looked both ways as if he was about to cross.

     “He’s coming!”  Lyla exclaimed, laughing slightly.

     Elleigh and Lyla watched as the officer crossed the street, and it was that moment Lyla realized who it was.

     Lyla burst out laughing, and it was when Lyla did so that Elleigh too realized who it was.

     “Oh my God.”  Elleigh muttered, “He’s gonna tell my dad!”

     “Hi Dad.”  Lyla greeted, Elleigh sending her a death glare.

     “Elleigh, what are you doing?”  Jay questioned, ignoring Lyla as he crossed his arms and stood in front of the two of them.

     “I, uh-”  Elleigh trailed off, not knowing what to say.

    Jay sighed, “Alright.  Just, stop doing that, okay?  Cars keep trying to brake because they don’t want to hit you.”

     “His breath stank.”  Lyla whispered, Elleigh sending her a death glare.

     She turned her attention back to Jay, “I’m sorry.  It won’t happen again.”

     “It’s okay.  I trust you.”

     “Good.  Just, please don’t tell my dad.”

     Jay chuckled, looking behind him, “I won’t have to.”

     “Elleighana Lin Voight, what in the world are you doing?”  Hank questioned as he crossed the street, an angry look on his face.

      Lyla snickered as Elleigh groaned in annoyance.  There was no way in hell she’d be doing that again.

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*Finish*

I hope you enjoy!  If you have a request feel free to send it!  (I am working on a request and I’m actually pretty happy about it.)

[jaysevhls]

We’ve missed you so much!! Is there anyway you could write a teensister!xjay halstead imagine where the sister is kidnapped and drugged by a suspect and the whole team is racing to keep her awake and alive when they find her? maybe they’re stuck somewhere having to wait for the ambulance so they have to step up as medical care? and have the rest of the team trying to help as well??

that's so sweet❤️ I've missed you all too! adding this to my requests, i will do my best to write it asap! <3

[i-spaced-sorry]

It Feels Like Home

A/N: I started writing this while I was waiting for my laundry to be done at a laundry mat actually! I'm thinking of making a second part that is whumpy/angsty but the fluff came oozing out of me, so to set the scene and reason for Jay going to a laundry mat is this! Hope you enjoy and feel free to leave feedback and reblog if you so desire!

Watching her boyfriend walk towards the front door of their shared apartment with a laundry sack thrown over his shoulder like Santa Clause, she called out, "where are you going?"

Turning around, Jay replied, "the laundry mat to do laundry," he said it like it was a no brainier.

Eyeing him Hailey questioned, "why?"

Throwing the sack of dirty clothes on the floor in front of him, Jay took a breath and responded, "it's Wednesday. I do laundry every other Wednesday. And before you ask, I go to a laundry mat because it's what we did when I was a kid and I'm use to it"

Stifling a laugh, Hailey smiled and asked, "can I come on this adventure to the laundry mat or would that be intruding on a Jay Halstead tradition?

Smiling, Jay nodded and replied, "let's go then" and as Hailey jumped off the couch to throw shoes on, Jay laughed and picked up the sack and threw it over his shoulder again.

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Walking into the florescent lit building, the sounds of several machines rotating in out of sync time could be heard and the sound of a trash tv show talk host could be heard from the singular television mounted on the wall.

"Welcome to the chaos" laughed Jay while walking over to an empty washer. Hailey watched as he loaded up the machine and inserted precisely 25 quarters into the machine.

She watched as two preschool aged children ran around them squealing with delight while they chased after each other. And the smile that danced across her boyfriend's face when he looked down at the kids didn't go unnoticed.

After the machine was started, Jay led them to the line of mismatched chairs. They both chose the school desk looking hard plastic chairs. While they sat, the screams of the children could be heard every so often.

"So, tell me again why you choose to come here and do laundry and not in the basement of our apartment building?"

Sighing, Jay thought for a moment and responded, "you see those kids over there?"

Eyeing the kids, Hailey asked, "yea what about them?"

"The girl is what like 3/4? And the little boy is what like 5/6? Based on the way the older one is engaging with her, they must be siblings. I remember growing up in going to a laundry mat down the street from us and also using the place as mine and Will's personal playground."

Smiling at the thought of Jay as a little kid, Hailey says, "that still doesn't explain why you like laundry mats. Plenty of people grow up going to laundry mats but when they are older they use what is in their building"

Sighing Jay thinks before saying, "when people see laundry mats, they usually see people who don't have enough money to have a washer or dryer in unit. But when I walk into one I'm transported back in time."

Confused, Hailey asked, "how?"

"All laundry mats are essentially set up the same and have the same florescent lights, one mounted television, and usually have carts that you can use to move your laundry from washer to dryer with. So when I walk into one and see the kids running around or the middle schooler doing homework at one of the plastic tables near the door, I'm reminded of when I was a kid, going to the laundry mat with my older brother and my mom every Friday. As elementary age kids, Will and I used the place as our playground. We use to play hide and seek, chase each other around, and sometimes Will would steal one of the laundry carts and push me in it. When we got older, I remember spending the 2hrs we sat waiting for our laundry doing homework and being embarrassed that i had to be at a laundry mat. But now that I'm older, I wish I could turn back the clock, cause it was 2 uninterrupted hours I got to spend with my mom and I wish I could spend another day with her." Pausing to swallow any tears that threatened to fall, Hailey understood,

"You come to the laundry mat not because you don't have a washer or dryer at home. But you come to be close to your mom."

"Yea, it's stupid isn't it" laughed Jay realizing his reasoning was dumb

Shaking her head, Hailey smiled, "I don't think that is dumb at all! I think it's sweet and I'm happy you felt you could share that with me"

And with that the two of them sat and listened to the squeals coming from the children, the sounds of the various machines, and the sound of the trash day time television tv host.

To anyone it would be irritating, but for Jay it felt like home. And Hailey was glad she got to be there.

[23victoria]

You’re literally so talented✨, wtf!!! This is so good!! I’m in love and obsessed!!! 😭🫶🏾💗💗💗

Come Back To Me Baby

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested by anon: Jay x reader where she has a car accident and Jay is all worried? Thank you xx

• Warnings: little bit of angst, mention of blood, pregnancy and injuries, curse words.

• Word count: 5820.

• A/N: what can I say I’m just a sucker for angst at this point 💀 I don’t like this piece one bit (shocking), but I hope you do. I couldn’t bring myself to proof read it so I’m sorry for any mistake. Comment, like and reblog if you want. Thank you so much for everything, my inbox is always open if you want to send requests or even just talk ❤️ Love you all 💝

You were absolutely in shock.

Your eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing as they kept staring at the test you had in your hands for what felt like hours. You couldn’t believe it, it all seemed to be in a dream.

But it wasn’t.

It was reality, it was really happening.

You were pregnant.

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[midnightsconspiracy]

CHOOSE YOUR LOVER

CHAPTER 4.2 - YOUR PLACE

Choose Your Lover - @midnightsconspiracy

Summary: Joining the intelligence unit is nerve-wracking, but what happens when you have a crush on multiple members and they seem to also make advances towards you

Warnings: None

Word Count: 981

Requested: No

A/N: THIS IS A CHOOSE YOUR OWN DESTINY STORY FOR EITHER HANK OR JAY DEPENDING ON WHAT YOU PICK. YOU’LL BE GIVEN TWO OPTIONS AT THE END OF EACH CHAPTER, SO CHOOSE WISELY.

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In the heat of the moment, your place sounded like a viable option, but it seemed your judgment may have been a bit off. Not only was the parking a nightmare and the place a total mess, you'd forgotten entirely about the person that was your roommate. Your house share was a situation of convenience really, both lacking the funds to live separately. And so with the sheer speed at which you were willing to move in, had the unfortunate circumstances of your living situation occurred. But, you hadn't always had such a complex relationship, in the beginning, you'd been friendly enough. You'd take turns cooking for each other, partake in the occasional movie nights and on multiple occasions she'd even invited you to tag along to a night at the bar with her friends. Things had gone south from there though, her once nice attitude had turned sour within a matter of hours, leaving your friendship broken without the possibility of ever being repaired. What had occurred that night that caused such irreparable damage you would never know, but still, you tried to be as civil as possible, going about your life without the need for conflict. It never occurred to you that bringing Hank back would be such a problem, you had your own room and were respectful of any boundaries she had set out. But as both of you came bounding through the door, smiles plastering your faces without a care in the world, her voice rang through the air, bursting your once perfect bubble.

"Y/N! What are you doing? I thought we'd established, no visitors on weekdays!" Screaming from the top of the stairs, she narrowed her eyes at you, completely disregarding the man beside you. Not only were you completely mortified at her lack of respect for you in your own home, but also for Hank, who awkwardly stood beside you not wanting to add any more fuel to the fire. Not caring about the consequences of your words or actions, you continued getting comfy in your own home, taking off your outdoor clothing while encouraging Hank to do so also. This woman was not going to ruin your chances of securing a date. "If you're going to create rules without me knowing, then expect me to break them." Grabbing the Sargeants hand, you quickly pulled him upstairs, giving a small wink to your roommate as you headed in the direction of your room.

Slumping down on your bed, you gave Hank a small smile, an apology that the night you'd expected to go so well had brutally turned in the other direction. Mortified by your roommate's actions, you stared up at the ceiling, embarrassment radiating off your body as you thought about what had just occurred.

Hank on the other hand felt quite amused by the situation. He, in the past, had experienced a situation quite similar, also having an equally distressing tenant reek havoc in his life. And so he wasn't going to let you dwell on it, instead laying down next to you, grabbing your hand to encase it in his own. The gesture comforted you slightly, thanking the stars he wasn't angry at you for ruining the evening. At that thought, tears pricked your eyes, your fresh start had been compromised against your will, and again you would have to find a new unit to join. You wouldn't be able to bear the thought of seeing him at work each day, the memories popping up at the sight of his face. And if he told the others in the team, god you'd be the laughingstock of the district. Y/N Y/LN, the person who tried to get with her boss and failed miserably.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, Hank held your cheek, rubbing away the tears as they fell.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He questioned, a comforting smile playing on his lips. "Im sorry," you cried, hiding your face in your hands. "I ruined everything by bringing you back here, and I made you feel so uncomfortable by including you in our drama, and you probably just came here to sleep with me and now im crying." Babbling on you failed to notice the amused grin that now graced the man's face, how you'd gotten everything so wrong. "Hey, hey, listen to me, you haven't ruined anything at all, if anything it was her fault, she had no right to intervene in your business." Pulling your hands away from your face, he proceeded to tuck your hair back exposing your red eyes and runny nose. "A-are you sure?" You mumbled back surprised at his actions. "Yes, I shouldn't have asked to come back here. You deserve a proper gentleman, someone whose willing to take you on a date first. I’m sorry if I made you feel otherwise." Tugging you towards him, he brought you into his arms, smiling down at your sad face. He'd never been one to sleep with someone before going on a date, and God did he want to take you on a date. In the heat of the moment, he'd just been so desperate to touch you he'd forgotten his traditional values, something his father had always drilled into him from a young age, that women were people to be respected. And to him, you were someone more than special, someone who deserved way more than just a one night thing. "Maybe we should just forget this all happened. Tomorrow morning I’ll take you on a date to my favourite place in Chicago. Sound good?" "Sounds perfect."

In the end, that night didn't go to waste. And so as you drifted off into a content sleep tucked up in the man's arms, you thanked the universe. Because although it works in mysterious ways, sometimes a bad situation will have a very good outcome.

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THE END