#jay halstead headcanons

[study-coffee-chicago]

Just went to get some coffee and the barista wanted to make sure I’m good with 4 shots in the latte bc I asked for an extra shot. I said yes bc I have finals and research and papers to do. Then, she had another shot when she was done and asked if I wanted it. So, needless to say, I have 5 shots of espresso in my PSL and have already had a cup of coffee today.

I can only imagine how this would go down via text with the Halstead siblings.

Y/N: I’m drowning in hw so I got a pumpkin spice latte with 5 shots of espresso in it ☕️🎃

Will: 5 SHOTS?!?! ARE YOU CRAZY?!?

Y/N: Will, I’m fine. If I start feeling it, I’ll save the rest for tomorrow.

Jay: Didn’t you tell me you stayed up for almost 72 hours straight when you were studying for boards? How much coffee you have then, huh? 🤔

Will: That’s beside the point. This is about Y/N, not me.

Jay: Well, I’m making it about you instead.

Will: I seem to recall one time you called me freaking out bc you drank 3 energy drinks in one day and could, and I quote, “see colors and feel every fucking beat of my heart, Will”.

Y/N: JAY! YOU TOLD ME I CAN’T HAVE ENERGY DRINKS, BUT YOU CAN?!?!

Jay: And why do you think I said that?

Will: Jay, stop egging her on and let her go study.

Y/N: Yeah. Let me go study with my 5 shots of espresso *turns group chat on mute and puts phone on dnd*

[americaswritings]

When we fall | Part 3

Warnings (for all parts): Fluff, angst, description of injuries and blood, gun use, cursing, probably unaccurate policing/medicine

Summary: You moved to Chicago to start a new life. Working as a doctor alongside your brother Connor you make new friends and although you swore to yourself not to let any man in your life at least for a while, your promises fail when you lock eyes with a handsome stranger in a bar.

Words: 6k

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Doctor!Rhodes!reader

A/N: And here is the last part of the short series. The events are inspired by a chicago med ep. I really hope you enjoyed it :)

Part 1 | Part 2

“We’ll take care of you and your daughter.” You smiled at your patient reassuringly, noticing someone moving towards you in corner of your eye. Turning your head you saw a man with tousled hair standing at the threshold, his eyes almost hazy as his gaze skipped around the room.

“Where’s Leah?!”, he barked out, his eyes only focused on your patient. Your gaze flickered towards her, taking in the fear in her eyes and the gasp that left her lips. “Jake? How did you find us here?”, she whispered, oblivion dripping from her voice.

“Did you really think you could just leave and take our daughter with you? She’s my daughter too!” He took a threatening step closer, eyes narrowed. “Now, where is she?!”

Your patient’s breathing had quickened and a look at the heart monitor told you she was about to have a panic attack. “Sir, I need you to calm down and take a step back”, you said forcefully, drawing his attention on you. His eyes jumped to you, anger brimming in them.

“Like hell I will! I’m taking my wife and my kid home now!” Your eyes flickered towards the nurse, giving her a little nod to signal her to call the security service, before you met his again. “I can see you’re upset. But your wife and your daughter are sick. They need treatment and rest-”

“Shut up!” You flinched as he yelled at you, his loud voice alarming multiple people around you. “Everything okay in here?” Will appeared at the door, his eyes scanning the room until they landed at yours, staying there as he waited for an honest answer.

The man shook his head furiously, but he took a step back. You almost exhaled in relief. “I want to see my daughter! Now!”, he demanded, but before anyone could gave him an answer, he turned and ripped open the curtain to the next room.

You heard squeals, alarmed voices mixing with the sound of another curtain being ripped open. “Sir, I need you to leave now!” Will leaned forward to grab the man’s shoulder when suddenly he yanked out a gun, twisting around and pointing it right at Will’s chest.

A gasp escaped you as you watched Will stumble back, his hands raised. “Look man, we’re just trying to help, okay?” But the man, Jake, didn’t seem to hear any of it, his eyes filled with hatred and something that scared you even more; desperation and determination. A dangerous combination.

He wouldn’t leave until he got what he wanted.

“What’s going on here?” You heard Connor’s voice, saw him step out of a patient’s room and move towards the intruder. From his angle he couldn’t see the gun, couldn’t know the severity of the situation.

“Connor, no!” Your legs moved forward at the same time as the man turned around, the gun pointed at your brother. Everything seemed to happen so fast and in slow-motion at once as your body reacted purely on instinct, the fear for your brother carrying you forward.

You didn’t know if he meant to pull the trigger or if it was out of reflex, but you had no time to think about it as a shot rang out.

You would have screamed, but no sound left your mouth as the impact hit you, sending your body tumbling backwards until it hit the wall. Only moments before your feet had carried you forward, but now they suddenly couldn’t take your weight anymore, your body sinking to the ground.

Around you screams were erupting, but they sounded drowned out, as if you were underwater. Your name was being called, but it all seemed to blend into a haze.

You tried to peek at where you felt a sudden pressure in your body, shock mixing with confusion as you saw blood staining your clothes. Just seconds ago you had been standing in a patient’s room and now you were on the ground, your own blood pooling around your feet. It didn’t make sense.

From the periphery of your eye you saw people running. Some moved towards you, but most of them the opposite way. Away. They were running away.

And they were pushing, tripping, falling over each other. “Put down the gun!” You saw one of the security men approach, his own gun drawn at the attacker. Another shot cut through the atmosphere, but to your horror it was the security man that fell, blood splattering from a wound to his front.

“Everyone just back off!”

Jake’s sharp voice snapped you out of your shock and all at once reality hit you. Pain sank in, slowly at first and then in a stream of hot sensations. Tears formed in your eyes at the burning pain and you grit your teeth, trying to will it away, because you knew you needed to be aware of what happened next.

Lifting your head slightly you found the ER had mostly cleared out, only a few people remaining. Among them were Will and Connor, both of their bodies’ turned towards you in a way that suggested they had tried to get to you, their hands raised.

“Just let me get to my sister, okay? I’m a doctor and she needs help.” You stared at Connor, seeing the panic he tried to restrain as he appealed to the man reasonably. Jake’s eyes flickered towards you, hesitance written over his face.

“You didn’t want this to happen, do you?” Connor asked, his voice strained. “So let me make this better. Let me help.” He was pleading now and another wave of panic filled you as you realized he was only mere seconds away from doing something reckless.

For a moment you thought you were going to throw up from the sickness that cursed through your body, but you feared you wouldn’t even be able to move your body in the state you were in.

Jake let out a frustrated breath, gesturing towards you with his gun. “Okay. Okay!” Connor rushed over to you immediately, his concerned eyes meeting yours. “Are you okay? How do you feel? Can you tell me where you’ve been hit?”

You tried to follow his questions, your mind spinning. Instead of an answer you let out a groan as Connor found your wound, pressing down on it. “We need to stop the bleeding.”

Now that he was here by your side a weakness took over your body and you welcomed it. Welcomed the dark, because it felt easier to lean into it than fight it. But it never swallowed you. As much as you wished you could just pass out, the pain didn’t end, keeping you caged in your body.

You didn’t need to ask him how serious your condition was. The urgency in Connor’s movement alone was enough for you to confirm it was bad, the seeping hot pain a further indicator.

You saw Jake still waving his gun around, speaking in an animated tone with Will and Maggie. To your left someone had crouched down next to the security guard and you felt a flicker of relief when you saw it was Ethan.

A cough rose up your throat and your body shook, sending an ache through you. When you wiped your mouth you noticed your skin had turned red.

“No, no, no”, your brother whispered, his eyes frantic. “Connor”, you said, your voice a little hoarse. He paused for a moment, both of you locking eyes in a quiet exchange. “I’m scared”, you whispered, feeling a few tears escape your eyes.

Connor swallowed, his eyes filled with desperation. “I know”, he leaned closer, “But you will be okay. I will fix it, okay?.”

You nodded slowly, needing to cling to his words. To hold onto the reminder that you would be okay. That your life wasn’t over when you hadn’t even started fully living yet.

It didn’t make sense. You had woken up a few minutes before your alarm clock, had been in an oddly good mood as you had gotten ready for work and even your patients had been unusually patient and grateful. Today was a good day. Not a day that could turn into such a catastrophe in the blink of an eye.

This didn’t happen. Maybe in books or on tv. But not here, not to people like you.

“Hey!” Dr. Goodwin appeared in your vision, bending down to Connor and you. “What’s the status?” You hadn’t seen her before, but knowing she was here already gave you a sparkle of hope. As the hospital’s executive director it was her job to find solutions, even in the face of the worst possible events. She would get them out of here, somehow.

“She’s been shot in the abdomen. No exit wound so the bullet is still inside. I believe she’s bleeding internally.”

You saw a shadow cloud Dr. Goodwin’s as she looked at you and it was as if you could see the wheels in her head turning as she assessed the situation.

“What’s going on?”, you asked weakly, needing to know if the others were safe. “Mr. Whitman demands to take his wife and daughter and leave. I was on the phone with the Chicago police department. They told me he’s got a history of domestic abuse and violence. The wife filed a report on him and moved states to get him out of her life.”

“And he found her now.” You gulped, slowly piecing the pieces together. Dr. Goodwin nodded, graveness written over her face. “So what’s the plan?” It was Connor, his voice urgent.

Dr. Goodwin sighed, taking off her glasses and pinching the brick of her nose. You had never seen her like this, so defeated, and it filled you with unease.

“The police is here and a squad team too. But there is no way we can let them inside or get someone outside right now without Mr. Whitman noticing. Right now they are preparing for getting just one person in. Unarmed.”

“What help is that going to be?” Connor let out a scoff and it annoyed you how quick to judge he was, and more so, that you agreed with him. What would another person talking to Jake change?

“It would be a trained officer, who has the experience and skills to deal with these kind of high pressure situations. The plan would be for him to try and talk to Mr. Whitman first and if that’s not effective either, assess the situation and make a move or get back to the team and share valuable information with them.”

You could see Connor still shaking his head, but Dr. Goodwin stood again. “It’s the only thing Mr. Whitman has agreed to. You know I would prefer to get everyone else out, but he has been clear. If one person leaves, he is going to make use of his gun again.”

“And what are we supposed to do now? Just wait?”

“Connor”, you tried to calm him, but his eyes snapped to yours. “We need an OR now! Monique!” The blonde nurse standing next to Ethan looked over. You could see the fear written all over her face. “Can you take over for a moment?”

She gave a nod, her eyes flickering to Jake who didn’t let them out of sight. Crouching down next to you the two quickly exchanged their hands applying pressure onto your wound, the sensation making you let out a groan.

But you pushed away the pain, trying to focus on Connor. “What are you doing?”, you hissed as you watched him get up, wishing you could hold him back.

“Dr. Rhodes, we should wait for the officer to arrive. Right now the situation is stable and I can’t risk-” “Stable? Is that what you call this?” Connor pushed himself fully up now, the movement catching Jake’s eye.

“Sit back down!” But Connor lifted his hands, taking a cautious step forward. “My sister likely suffers from an internal bleeding. We need an OR to-” “No! Nobody goes anywhere!”

Connor’s face fell, his shoulders sinking, but he took another step forward. The grip the fear had around your heart tightened. “Please, I need to stop the bleeding. You don’t want her to die, right?”

Jake stared at you for a moment before his attention was back on your brother. “I just want my daughter and my wife!”

“And we get that. We do. But she-”, he turned halfway towards you, his eyes not leaving Jake for a second, “has nothing to do with this. Let me save her life.”

“I said no one goes anywhere! You save her here or you don’t save her at all. It’s on you!”

You watched Connor open his mouth again, but before he could say another word Jake stepped forward, his gun pointed directly at his chest.

“Do I look like someone who’s joking?!”, he yelled, making everyone around him flinch. Connor made himself a little smaller, taking a small step backwards while shaking his head. “Yeah, so you better listen to what I’m saying! No get your ass back down there!”

You didn’t have the heart to watch Connor when he returned to you, to see the defeat and hopeless on his face. The fear.

He had barely sat down again when another turmoil broke loose, gaining everyone’s attention. It had to be the officer Jake had allowed in, though you didn’t want to know what he would get in return for the favour.

Although you didn’t feel much hope regarding the plan, you trusted the police to make the right choice. This couldn’t be their first hostage situation, so they knew what to do, right?

What you hadn’t anticipated was that the officer coming in could be someone you knew. Someone you knew very well.

Jay.

No.

You blinked a few times, but it was unmistakably him.

His voice. His physique.

A touch at your hand drew your attention away from him for a moment and you noticed Monique had reached for it. Only now you saw you had balled your hand into a fist, all the tension left in your body visible in that one grip. Slowly she loosened it, taking your hand into hers instead and squeezing it in reassurance.

You didn’t know the young nurse so well- she was a little more on the reserved and quiet side- but the gesture filled you with deep gratitude, giving you the strength to look up again and face this new reality.

Jay hadn’t noticed you yet, his whole focus on calming Jake enough to make an uneventful entrance. When he seemed confident in the situation he scanned the room, assessing the conditions they were dealing with.

He did it with a professional calmness you wished you could have right now, his face only giving away his emotion when they fell on his brother. “Hey, man. You alright?”

He stepped forward, avoiding any rapid movements and Will nodded. “I’m okay. But Mrs. Kaden is in a bad condition. The stress on top of her physical state worries me.”

He said something else, but he had lowered his voice that it was impossible for you to understand anything. Jay nodded. “What about the two victims?”

“The security guard got hit at the shoulder. He’s stable.” “And the other one?” Will shook his head, his eyes filled with sadness. “She’s over there with Connor. It doesn’t look good, Jay.”

It was strange, listening to them and knowing they were talking about you. Waiting for the moment Jay’s eyes fell upon you.

You didn’t know what kind of reaction you were anticipating, but nothing could have prepared you for the utter shock that filled Jay’s face as he looked at you.

You watched him do a double take, every trace of his confidence and expressionlessness gone, replaced by a turmoil of emotions. He almost lunged forward, stopping himself when Jake’s warning voice filled the air.

You could see Connor’s questioning gaze on you, but you were focused fully on Jay as he made his way over to you with careful movements.

When he crouched down in front of you, he was close enough for you to see a hint of fear in his eyes. “What happened?”

Your petty argument, the distance, it all seemed forgotten as you stared at him, not strong enough to hide your own fear. “I got shot.”

Although it was obvious, it was the first time you had said the words out loud, had acknowledged the fact that this was really happening to you. It felt surreal, even with the burning pain spreading through your body, making it impossible to keep your composure.

Jay’s eyes softened as he heard your husky voice, the effort it took you to form the words another sign how bad your current shape was. For a moment his eyes drifted over your body, his face twisting in pain as he stared at your blood, before he looked up again.

“He said he’s going to kill us if he doesn’t walk out of here with his wife and his kid.” Jay nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line. “I know.”

“But- you’re here now…right?”

“Yeah, I am.” Jay tried to force an encouraging smile on his face, but you knew him well enough to know it was strained.

“You’re here”, you repeated relieved, your voice almost giving up at the end and you coughed. Jay stared at you, his eyes a little widened, his pupils dilated in fear.

He was scared. For you. He was scared for you.

“Her pulse is up to 120 and she’s sweating.” It was Monique and you saw her exchange a look with Connor. “What’s her condition?” Jay was talking to Connor now, as if he had only now realized he was there.

Under different circumstances your brother wouldn’t have let go what had just happened right in front of his eyes. He would have teased you until you would have told him the truth about Jay and you. But now he did, just like that, knowing there was no time for it as yours was running out.

The thought sent another wave of fear through your body, but with the hot pain and the growing weakness you felt too overwhelmed to do anything about it. So you tried to focus on the feeling of Monique’s hand holding yours, on Jay’s closeness and your brother’s words.

“The bullet likely caused internal bleeding. She’s losing too much blood.” Connor almost ran a hand over his face like he always did when he was stressed, stopping himself when he saw your blood on his hands.

“What do you need?”

“I need an OR. I need to find the bleeding and stop it.” His voice was a mix of desperation and determination and Jay listened intensely. His mask of professionalism was back in place, the sight having something grounding to it in the midst of this chaos, but you could detect a few flaws where his emotions threatened to pour in.

“I’m here to negotiate”, he began, eyes cast towards Jake, continuing lowly, “but really I think this will take a different ending.”

You wanted to ask him what that meant, but it seemed too difficult and you were forced to watch him get up instead. As Connor tried to get up too you tried to catch his wrist. You failed, but the movement still let him pause.

“Don’t go, please”, you whispered, your body shaking. You wished you could stop it, but you had lost all control over it, and when had it become so cold?

You felt Jay’s eyes on you as Connor leaned down to you, placing his hands on the sides of your face. “You’re sweating and your pulse is way up. Your skin is ice cold and you’re pale. I don’t need to tell you what that means. We need to do something now.”

You felt tears run down your cheeks as you tried to shake your head, silently pleading him to stay. He had already risked it with Jake once. What would he do when Connor tried it again and this time he wouldn’t give up?

“I’m coming back.” Connor stroked your cheek once before pressing a kiss against your forehead. Then he was gone, his touch only a faint memory as your head sank back against the wall.

As the two walked away from you they blurred into nothing more than silhouettes. Muffled voices filled your ears, but they were too drowned out for you to understand anything. Monique was speaking to you too, the level of her tone indicating she was saying something to soothe you, but her words never reached you either.

A part of you wanted to pass out. As much as you wanted to know what happened, with Connor and Jay not by your side any longer all your fight had left you. The pain felt unbearable now, as if someone had lit your body on fire and the flames were eating at you, slowly burning you alive.

Your throat was closing and it was getting hard to breathe. Every once in a while you choked on air, raspy coughs escaping your mouth. And it was so cold. Colder than the winter in Chicago.

The last sound you heard before the darkness finally swallowed you was a gunshot.

-

The first thing you felt when you woke was the heaviness of your body, as if an invisible weight had been placed upon you.

You could hear the steady beeping of a monitor, the sound having something reassuring to it. You listened to it for a while, too tired to pull yourself out of the haze yet.

But then the events of the day came crashing back to you, the image of Jay and Connor both leaving your side to get Jake to let them save you. The sound of a gun going off.

You blinked your eyes open, your vision only slowly clearing. But eventually it sharpened, revealing the inside of a hospital room.

You weren’t surprised at the sight, but you still paused when you took in the IV you were hooked upon. “Look who’s awake.”

Turning your head you found April at the door, a smile on her lips. But you could see it wasn’t as effortless as usual and you wondered where she had been when all of it had happened.

Had she gotten out, left to wonder about Ethan’s and everyone else’s wellbeing? Or had she been hiding in one of the other patient rooms?

“How are you feeling?” She stepped into the room, beginning her check-up on you. You let her do it, squinting when she shone a bright light in your eyes. “I’ve felt better before”, you answered truthfully, growing slightly more aware or the pressure in your abdomen.

At least it didn’t hurt yet. You didn’t want to think of the moment the pain meds would wear off.

“Where’s my brother?” April had finished her tests, squeezing your hand. “He’s still in the hospital. I told him to go home and get some rest, but he insisted on staying.”

April shook her head, clearly disapproving of your brother’s choices. “But I did get him to take a shower. He should be in the on-call rooms right now. Do you want me to go and get him?”

You thought about it for a moment. “No, let him sleep. It’s been a hell of a day for him too.”

April nodded, a small smile on her lips. “What about detective Halstead? Do you want me to send him home too?”

You stared at her in surprise. “He’s still here? Wait- how much time passed?”

“5 hours. And yes, he’s here. Actually, he just got himself a coffee. I might have forgotten to mention how disgusting the one from the vending machine is.”

“You’re evil.” You narrowed your eyes at her, chuckling. April shrugged. “Can’t have anyone know our secrets. So what is it with you and the other Halstead. Is he the one you’ve been texting this whole time?”

You hesitated, ready to deny her words, because you were used to keeping it a secret. But you weren’t sure that was possible after today, and honestly it all seemed so unimportant know that you had almost lost your life.

“We were. But things are kind of- complicated between us so I’m not sure where we’re standing.”

“Well”, April walked towards the door, a smile on her lips, “whatever it is it can’t be so serious. You should have seen the way he looked at you when you came out of surgery.”

Your chest tightened as a wave of emotions flooded you. “He really stayed for me?”

April grinned. “He might have claimed there to be paperwork at first. And then that he wanted to look after his brother. But Will went home hours ago and guess who spend the whole time of your surgery pacing the waiting room.”

April winked at you. “I’m going to search for Ethan now. I wanted to wait for you to wake up before leaving.”

Warmth filled you and you had to blink away the tears, touched by everyone’s concern for you. But the mention of Ethan’s name had also reminded you that you hadn’t been the only one hurt today.

“Is everyone okay? The security guard, did he make it?”

“Oh yeah, we’re all okay.” Before she could say another word someone else appeared in the doorway and April left, a knowing smile on her lips.

“Hey.” You didn’t think you had ever heard Jay speak so softly. It made you want to pull him close and snuggle up beside him, be safe in his arms and forget everything else.

“Hey”, you said, trying to sit up a little, but realizing it was a pointless mission.

You supressed a grin when you noticed the coffee cup in his hand, but Jay had followed your gaze, lifting it up. “That’s the worst coffee I’ve ever had”, he declared, “and we’ve only got a new machine at the precinct last year.”

You chuckled lightly. “We have the good one hidden in the break room. But don’t tell anyone I’ve told you that.”

Jay grinned. “Your secret’s safe with me.” Pulling a chair to your bedside and setting his cup on the nightstand he sat next to you, his eyes flickering over your face.

“I prefer when I am the one taking the bullet.”

He smiled, but it was a sad smile, the stress from the past hours visible on his face. “What can I say? You made it seem so effortless.”

But Jay didn’t seem amused, his eyes heavy. “When I heard about the hostage situation, I hoped you weren’t on shift. I called you, but you didn’t pick up.” He blew out a breath.

“And my brother didn’t either so-” He ran a hand over his face. “It’s why I needed to be the one going in. I needed to know if you were okay.”

“And they let you?” Although you knew they had, you were surprised Jay had been chosen. You didn’t doubt his capability as a cop, but just like you weren’t allowed to be on a personal case you had believed Jay’s involvement would have been a red flag as well.

“Not at first, no. But I was very convincing. And Voight’s not too strict about the rules anyway.”

You didn’t want to imagine the length Jay might have gone to, to get what he wanted. Especially with Voight, who didn’t appreciate anyone speaking up against him or acting out of line.

You stirred a little, your body beginning to ache. “What happened after I passed out?”

Jay’s brows drew together and you could see the graveness in his eyes. “He wouldn’t let you go.” His jaw hardened. “Like I said, negotiations didn’t work with him.”

“Does that mean…-”, you trailed of, your heart heavy. Jay gritted his teeth. “Our backup plan was for me to lead him somewhere the squat team could take the shot.”

“So he’s dead now?” You didn’t know what to feel when Jay nodded his head once. Certainly not regret, not after what he had done, but there was no relief either. Instead you just felt numb, like the turmoil of emotions you had experienced in the past hours had left you completely empty.

“And the mother and her kid?” “They are okay.” Jay seemed as relieved to deliver those news as you felt and for the first you truly allowed yourself to take a big exhale. “As okay as they can be under these circumstances.”

“How could he even walk in with a gun?” You shook your head in disbelief, wishing for answers you know you would never get. “The hospital’s head launched an investigation”, Jay told you and you imagined the stress Dr. Goodwin must be facing even now that it was over.

“That’s good I guess”, you muttered. “Yeah.” But Jay seemed somewhere else with his thoughts and for a moment you feared he would go back to being distanced towards you.

But to your surprise he leaned forward, his hand almost touching yours on the bed. “What happened?”

You scrunched up your nose in confusion. “To you. What happened to you? How did you get shot?”

You took a deep breath, knowing you would have to face that question again once Connor was up. He would be upset, but as much as you regretted your action, wished things had gone differently, you couldn’t say it had been a mistake. Not if you had prevented something worse, like a bullet hitting your brother.

“It all happened so fast.” You closed your eyes, trying to recall the moment. But your memories were hazy, the images blurry, only in fragments.

“I saw Connor coming out of a patient’s room and he- he couldn’t see the gun. Jake would have shot him. He- I- I had to do something.”

When you opened your eyes again you saw Jay’s green eyes staring intensely at you, his brows furrowed deeply.

A shadow covered his face, but it vanished before you could ask about it.

“So you’d rather get yourself killed?” It sounded a little accusing and your face fell, anger filling you. “Don’t you think I know that now? But you would have done the same for Will. I know you would have.”

Jay shifted. “That’s different”, he said, but you tilted your head at him. “I’m too tired for that conversation.”

Jay looked hurt and disappointed, but you didn’t regret your words. You couldn’t take his arguments now, not now when you were still coming to terms with the reality that you had almost lost your life.

“I didn’t know you were so selfless. I mean-”, Jay rubbed the back of his head, “I knew, because of your job and how you treat your patients, but taking a bullet for someone else? I didn’t know you were a hero.”

He was smiling now, trying to loosen the atmosphere, but this words had the opposite effect on you. “I’m not”, you said quietly. “I didn’t even mean to do that. My body just- reacted. That’s not bravery or selflessness.”

This time Jay touched your hand, the unexpected gesture drawing your attention back to him. “It’s always an instinct. It happens too quickly for anyone to make a conscious decision. It can be a reflex and still be brave. Because you didn’t hesitate.”

You hadn’t thought of it like that before and you started at him, your thoughts swirling in your brain as the desire to be close to him clouded your mind once more.

“Does it ever get easier?” You blinked, a little scared to be so vulnerable in front of him. “On tv they are fine after that. They are so cool about it. But what if I’m not fine? What if that was probably the worst thing that ever happened to me and I’m so scared?”

You bit your lip, forcing back the tears. But the truth was you weren’t ready to die yet. And coming so close to death had left its marks on you. You could feel it everywhere, as you gazed around the room, took in all the sensations you could feel, looked at Jay beside you. It was all so much.

“Hey.” Jay squeezed your hand. “That’s acting. It’s fake. You almost died. You’re not supposed to be fine right now.”

A tear escaped your eye and you wiped at it, trying not to be furious at yourself for losing your composure in front of Jay. “I don’t know how you do it. Getting shot at and still running towards danger and not away.”

Jay seemed sheepish out of a sudden, no hint of his usual confidence and wit. “It’s my job. Just like I could never do what you do.” You felt yourself smile a little, his recognition making you feel a little less small in the hospital bed. “And sometimes there are- things that happen on this job that you don’t just get over. We all have things we’re dealing with. Even I.”

Now you squeezed his hand, trying to show him you were there if he ever needed to talk to someone. Jay looked at you with gratitude in his eyes. He understood, even without words.

Silence settled in, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable. There came no pressure to come up with something to say, no need to say anything at all and you could see it was the same for Jay, his thoughts drifting.

“So Connor huh?”

You hadn’t expected the question, drawing your brows together. “What?”

Jay licked his lips, inhaling. “I saw you two together. And then today-”, he trailed off, gazing to the side as he collected himself.

“I don’t know what you saw-”, you began, but Jay raised a hand. “Don’t deny it. I’m not blind. It’s obvious how much you care for each other.”

You started at him, rendered speechless as you tried to imagine what he could have seen. But it didn’t matter, because Jay was- “You’re jealous!”

He twisted in his chair, pulling his hand away. “I’m not jealous”, he said, but you shook your head, grinning. “Yes, you are.”

Annoyance flashed over his face. “I just don’t like to be played with.” Your smile faded a little, but the relief you felt only grew as your slowly began to piece it all together.

“That’s why you acted so cold towards me out of a sudden. You saw me and Connor and you thought-” You almost let out a laugh, only suppressing it as you took in Jay’s unamused expression.

“Well detective Halstead, Connor is my brother.”

You watched with delight how his face turned into confusion, surprise and then hope. “He’s your brother”, he repeated in disbelief and you nodded. “I told you I came to Chicago, because I have family here.”

Jay let out a groan, the previous tension melting from his body as your words sank in. “But Will-”, he paused, clearly rethinking something his brother had said to him, “that bastard. When I saw you together I asked him about you and he warned me not to try anything, because of Connor. He never thought to mention once that he’s your brother.”

“You asked Will about me?”

Jay narrowed his eyes playfully. “That’s what you’re concerned about?”

You let out a laugh. “Not concerned, no. I just- you asked your brother about me.”

Jay raised his brow. “Why is that so hard to believe? I mean, you asked him about me too.”

Your face flushed. “I did not!”

“Yes, you did!” Jay chuckled, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. “Will told me about it. It’s why he got so suspicious so fast when I brought you up.”

“And then he mentioned Connor and you figured-” “he said that if I tried anything with you I would have to deal with Connor Rhodes. And it’s not like you two have the same last name.”

“Different moms”, you explained and he sighed. “I should have just talked to you, but I got so mad and then I heard you two talk and I just- reacted.”

“You should have”, you agreed, “but I should have been more open with you too.”

“So, let’s try again?”

His voice sounded so soft when he said it you felt yourself melt under the covers. “If you’re ready to deal with Connor Rhodes”, you pointed out playfully and Jay shrugged, his natural confidence back.

“After I helped save your life I’m pretty sure I’m well in with him. Which reminds me, you owe me three times now.”

You rolled your eyes, feeling the tiredness return to your body. Soon enough you would be drifting off again. “It’s twice, considering you cancelled our first date.”

Jay grinned. “Fair enough. But I’m taking you out once you’re out of here.”

You smiled. “I’m counting on it.”

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Would the Chicago PD characters have tattoos?

This is all my own thoughts and headcanons, lol and just pure fun.

Alvin Olinsky: He would. He'd definitely get something to honor Lexi after she died. Like her birth flower or name or something. Al probably also had like a back tattoo of some sort that nobody, except Meredith and probably Hank and Trudy know about. Like a snake.

Trudy Platt: She would. But like only one tattoo and it's across her ribs and that similar to Al, nobody knows about it and she never told Randall until their first time having sex together. Trudy smirked while Randall looked at it.

Hank Voight: No. But he thought about it after Camille died and than again after Justin. But he never figured out an idea that he thought would truly honor them. Hank, Trudy and Al almost got a matching tattoo drunk more than once tho.

Antonio Dawson: Yes. He has a lot. Antonio's very much a "every major (and sometimes minor) life event deserves a new tattoo" person. He definitely got Eva and Diego's names and birthdays tattooed like three days after they were born.

Erin Lindsay: YES. Like 18th birthday she got her first tattoo kinda gal. Partially to rebel against Hank and Camille, and partially to finally have control over her own life.

Kevin Atwater: Yes. Several. Mostly on his legs though he has a few on his chest. Kevin has a thigh tattoo as well.

Adam Ruzek: Yep, absolutely. Similar to Erin, he got a few when he was young. Probably drunk and got some dumb tattoos and regrets them sometimes. More recently though he got something for Makayla and Kim. Like their names or flowers or something cheesy. Adam also definitely has a banana tattooed on his arm for Al. 100%.

Kim Burgess: She didn't for a while, but after she adopted Makayla, Kim probably got like the adoption date or Makayla's birthday tattooed. Kim probably also did that one trend, where people have their partners/kids draw them hearts to get that tattooed. She definitely did that with Adam and Makayla.

Hailey Upton: She has like some small flowers on her shoulder or ankle. Hailey and Jay also got matching tattoos of the date they got married. Hailey got hers covered up after the divorce, but she always knows it's there.

Jay Halstead: The matching one with Hailey. Jay never covered it up there and it's a constant reminder of what he lost. He also has a small stupid one he got matching with Mouse one night, that while he'll tell people he regrets getting, he secretly loves.

Mouse: He has the one matching with Jay. Mouse also has a small Mouse tattooed on his arm.

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Hank Voight and the Crackhead Detective: NOW POSTED!

It is finally posted! @creativeimagination206 and I have edited it and made it even better for all of you lovely people!

I am so excited to share this work. If you're new here, let me tell you about it: It's about an interim detective in Voight's unit who will NOT stop quoting memes!

You can find the full synopsis below the cut, along with the link. I really hope you love it, and please feel free to leave us feedback either here, in my DMs, in my inbox, or on AO3!

Detective Katelyn Meyers was “highly recommended” by Trudy Platt, but when Voight meets her for the first time, he has no idea he is in for a wild ride.

Everywhere he turns, she’s there, and has something to say. Typically, these quips don’t make sense to Voight, who has no idea what a meme or vine is. But to Adam, Jay, and others, it is hilarious to watch their Sergeant be tortured to his breaking point by a young detective. She not only continuously quotes memes and vines, but she helps them solve the case. She is a great detective, who nobody can figure out, and it drives Voight to the point of (almost literal) insanity.

Will Voight ever understand what a meme is? Will he be able to intimidate Katelyn and make her back off? Or will she call his bluff and stare him down? Will he actually go insane? Read on to find out.

[luckyj111]

I've been binge-watching the One Chicago shows recently and since there's no confirmed age for the Halstead brothers (that I can find) I have this little headcanon

Jay and Will Halstead are fraternal twins and y'all can rip this from my cold, dead hands, okay.

i can't find any confirmed ages for the two, when Will was introduced in PD he was the younger brother but at some point after Med started they switched it and now Will is older than Jay. the two actors are close enough in age that I'm very willing to say that they're twins and it just hasn't come up at all.

[gregorygerwitz]

Hailey "I'm going to be sick" plzzz

38. "I'm going to be sick."

The hospital seemed too bright, like the fluorescents were intent on making her headache even worse. Between not sleeping enough the night before and the added stress of how the afternoon was going, all Hailey wanted to do was curl up, preferably with her boyfriend, but the circumstances made that rather impossible.

Because Jay was in surgery down the hall, with a new round of wounds that she didn't even want to think that hard about. It was like she was fifteen again, waiting for news that may or may not be good. Only, this time, she wasn't injured right along with him. There wasn't a bullet in her leg, and she wasn't dizzy from blood loss, and the person who did it wasn't a dead body they could block out in their memories. And that made it all so much worse.

It meant she was looking over her shoulder every time the automatic doors slid open, as if whoever was haunting them would walk through them and try to finish what they started. It didn't make any sense, not when there were so many people around and someone would surely notice a masked attacker in the middle of everything. At minimum, one of the many trained cops in the room would notice, and it wouldn't take long at all for them to react, especially if the events of the day were anything to go by. There had already been shots fired at whoever was behind this new wave of attacks, even if they didn't seem to do anything to slow them down. Voight had made sure that they didn't get away without some repercussions for their actions, but no blood besides Jay's at the scene didn't give them very much to go on.

Especially when the weapon already had his blood on it to begin with.

Letting out a heavy sigh when another glance over her shoulder revealed only another soon to be patient coming through the doors, Hailey squeezed her eyes shut and put her head in her hands. The artificial darkness didn't do much to help her headache, or her anxiety, and it certainly didn't help that all she could hear was her own heartbeat in her ears and the steady footsteps pacing back and forth in front of her. She understood why Mouse was pacing, and that getting him to stop would be impossible until they had more news, but she needed it to stop, if only so that she could try to keep herself together. Because she wasn't exactly succeeding in that effort when her stomach was flipping and churning as much as it was, some combination of nerves and terror. It was supposed to be over almost a decade and a half ago, not still haunting them when their lives were finally settling into place.

"I'm going to be sick..."

The muffled words were barely out of her mouth when the pacing stopped, a gentle hand finding her knee. The touch made her lift her chin again, and the eyes that met hers were familiar ones, easy to read even when he was trying to hide everything behind them. That was familiar, too - Mouse did that often, hid his own feelings in favor of taking care of those around him. She still remembered what happened when they were kids, when he stood between them and danger until help arrived, with a gun in his hand that he didn't know how to use, and what happened afterwards. He hadn't spoken to anyone in months, had completely shut down, and no part of her wanted to experience that again. He was her best friend, the only person she trusted when everything was falling apart, and there was no way she would let him go through that hurt again.

"Hey... deep breaths, right? That's what Dr. Stone tells us. Panicking doesn't help us, and it doesn't help Jay." Mouse gave her knee a gentle squeeze to keep her focus on him, holding her gaze. It was careful and steady and controlled, exactly what it wouldn't be as soon as the sanity of multiple people wasn't on his shoulders. This was temporary, but she wanted to cling to it anyway, as if his odd optimism could actually keep everything from falling down around them. "He'll be fine, alright? Connor's got him, and he'll be out of surgery in no time. Everything's going to be fine. We'll catch this guy, like we always do, and we'll go home, and everything will be okay."

[ hurt/comfort prompts ]

[a-little-bit-of-tradition]

Hello! Some of you may have seen me around. I'm technically a nobody in this fandom on here as I like to keep to myself, but am taking a plunge and getting this off my chest now that the show's over for me. I don't see myself as a writer, but I have my own headcanons now for how I would have taken the Upstead story that I've written out and thought I'd share in case it helps other people. I've lost a lot of ships in my time! It never gets easier, you just learn new coping mechanisms. Will continue posting/reblogging content of older seasons to remember what we had. 💕

As I mentioned here in tags, events may have given them a nudge, but all their decisions were made out of love. They may have experienced trauma and their own demons that influenced their methods, but this relationship and being together was always where they wanted to be. Their relationship was never a trauma response. Immediately leaning on someone else is a trauma response.

Headcanon 1: (personal fave) Tracy leaves first half of season.

In those 6 months, Jay and Hailey were talking and were both starting to open up and connect again. We learn divorce is brought up but they choose to work through it. Hailey was therefore feeling less pain and reintegrating herself back in the team. Jay lets her know that he has an end date and he wants to come home to her if she wants him too and that he's sorry. He thought that was what he needed but now knows all he wants is a life with Hailey.

Hailey decides that she's experienced enough in Intelligence and wants to try something new and lets Voight know she's leaving and that she and Jay are good. We learn Hailey and Jay have made plans to leave Chicago as they both have too many ghosts and need a fresh chapter. (Insert casual reference/joke to starting with a very belated honeymoon/reconcilation time, perhaps in a cabin in Northern Wisconsin if that still exists, or just anywhere).

Once Hailey has left, we later learn through a team conversation in passing, that they are in Seattle (humour me!) and she has taken up a new position in a role that's closer to the cop she wants to be. And Jay is doing something quieter in a more educator/training position rather than full combat. The two are happy and now prioritising their marriage and joining their lives together.

Headcanon 2: More in line with canon with my attempt to try and make sense of it...

Hailey and Jay are now divorced. Jay could hear Hailey was in pain in those 6 months and felt obligated as the cause of it to free her from him, even though we as the audience knew it was the opposite of what Hailey wanted from him which was to just come home. Hailey's mad because it's not how she wanted things to go but doesn't actually tell Jay that, thinking she has to let him go, so now has to bear a life without the man she loves and focus on the one thing she has avoided, (according to canon) herself.

Through talking with Kim she hesitantly decides to start therapy and in the next 5/6 months, slowly starts to think about who Hailey is and what Hailey wants. She decides that she's ready to leave Intelligence and try different areas of policing. She's a "good cop" but wants to be a better one.

Then in the last 2 eps, Hailey has reached out to Jay, to let him know she's ok and hopes he is too. He's thrilled to hear it as he didn't want to reach out in case it caused her more pain and feared she hated him. She's in a better place and at this point they can talk as old friends and she tells him she has a new job and will leave soon. Jay later mentions he has an end date and that he'd love to see her if that's something she'd want. She cautiously agrees, as she knows that is in fact what she does want, and they make plans to. We learn next season through the team that they are trying again with a fresh start.

💕

[witchygagirlwrites]

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader x Jay Halstead (Gerstead x Reader)

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader

Jay Halstead x Reader

Kelly Severide x Reader

Kevin Atwater x Reader

Antonio Dawson x Reader

Adam Ruzek x Reader

Hailey Upton x Reader

Multi-Character x Reader Headcanons

Hank Voight x Reader

Gabby Dawson x Reader

Connor Rhodes x Reader

Matt Casey x Reader x Kelly Severide (Sevasey x Reader)

Connor Rhodes x Reader x Will Halstead (Rhodestead x Reader)

Will Halstead x Reader

Joe Cruz x Reader

Stella Kidd x Reader

Erin Lindsay x Reader

Leslie Shay x Reader

Matt Casey x Reader

Kim Burgess x Reader

Sam Carver x Reader

Crockett Marcel x Reader

[enretrogue]

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Antonio Dawson

Hotheaded — @marshmallows2345

Spicy Sweet — ^

Messed Up — @bullet-prooflove

Leather and Cuffs — @poisonedjoinery

Baby Fever — @iamasimpingh0e

Crockett Marcel

The Box — @bullet-prooflove

Got a million numbers and they’re filling up your phone, boy — ^

Together — ^

The fire’s out, but it still burns — ^

One Day — ^

Bruises ⎢ Ch. 1 ⎢ Ch. 2 ⎢ Ch. 3 ⎢ Ch. 4 ⎢ Ch. 5 — @wellimaginethat

Little Green Monster — ^

Overdue — ^

Reckless — @sande5098

Not Happy To See Me? — ^

FBI Meets ED — @shelby-love

Finally — ^

Only Mine — @pumpkincandlesoup

Guilty Pleasure (Blurb) — @shelsgovroomvroom

Jealous Much? — @thebookreader12345

Jay Halstead

Melt — @starlost97

Kevin Atwater

Flawless Communication — @darqchilddaydreamz ༝༚༝༚

Will Halstead

I’d Do It Again — @kiddbegins

Aching — ^

Closed Off — ^

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Napping — ^

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Say It Dirty — @darklydeliciousdesires

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Thomas Shelby

Oh god, if you only knew the things I'd do for you. — @writeroutoftime

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I Got Your Six ⎢ Ch. 1-5 (Benny, Frankie, Santi, Will + Tom) — @l00na24

Benny Miller

Favorite Headcanon — @bullet-prooflove

Frankie “Catfish” Morales

All My Dreamin’ — @tightjeansjavi

Time of the Month — @endlessthxxghts

Hold Fast — @jeewrites

[runnning-outof-time]

K’s Reading List — FEBRUARY

Hey there! Thanks for stumbling upon this reading list! I figured that as a way to support the lovely writers within this fandom that I’d compile a reading list of all of the stories I read over each month.

February was a wonderful month filled with incredible stories. Below is the list of stories that I read. I hope you will find some that you like as well!

As always, please make sure you heed to the warnings on each fic!!

**some fics may no longer be available for various reasons**

💜 — denotes a story written for my 4k celebration

@fkmarrycill

The Promise of Spring - Tommy Shelby x Lizzie Shelby — 💜

@noforkingclue

Wrong Shirts - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@zablife

Tommy’s Obsession - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

Seamstress, Secretary, Sex-Worker, Spy - John Shelby x Reader headcanons

@garrison-girl-08

Daddy’s Princess - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Blind Date - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going series) — some chapters contain 🔞 NSFW themes!

@justrainandcoffee / @/raincoffeeandfandoms

I Do - Alfie Solomons x OC

Dream of Me - Luca Changretta x OC

@writeroutoftime

Tommy Shelby blurb

@userlando

baby, that’s the thrill - Steve Murphy x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes! — from the show Narcos

@little-diable

In My Arms - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@holacia3

Javier Peña blurb — from the show Narcos

@deanstead

Low Effort - Jay Halstead x Reader — from the show Chicago PD

@look-at-the-soul

Because of you - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader — 💜

@darklydeliciousdesires

Tommy Shelby Blurb — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@mayfieldss

Your needs, my needs - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@peakyswritings

Caught in ‘4-Cakes’ - Tommy Shelby x Reader — 💜

[study-coffee-chicago]

Halstead halloween headcanons based on ideas courtesy of @sorry-i-spaced

Jay always hated how Will got a pass on having to take you trick or treating because he was in all these fancy AP classes and stayed home to do homework…when really, he snuck out almost every weekend like Jay did to go to parties. And, Jay had no doubt that he would sneak out again this year. But, last year was the first and last time Jay went to a Halloween party because whatever was in that punch did not agree with him. Will told him not to drink it, but he did anyway because he was not going to listen to his older brother. And his stomach paid the price for it. He just told his mom in the morning that he ate too much candy.

But this year, Will was off in New York for medical school, you were friends with Ben, and he was dating Allie. So, he and Allie took you and Ben trick or treating. You guys were in a relatively safe neighborhood on the North side, so the two high schoolers figured that they could let you go a few houses by yourselves while they stood behind and Jay pulled out a flask that he had stashed in the inside pocket of his coat.

They stood closer to the trees away from the houses and he and Allie shared sips of stolen alcohol with some kisses in between.

That was, until Jay heard a scream. He thrust the flask into Allie’s hand and took off running because he’d know that scream anywhere.

You were standing in front of a house with tears rolling down your cheeks as Ben tried to tell you that it was okay and it wasn’t real.

“But they stole my candy!” you yelled.

“What? What’s going on? What happened?” Jay asked worriedly and crouched down to your height.

Allie quickly came up right next to Jay, with the flask safely hidden in her jacket, and scanned Ben for any signs of injury.

Then, you and Ben explained how a skeleton had popped out and scared you and you dropped all of your candy and the big kids (aka middle schoolers) had ran right up and took your entire bag of candy! Even the fabric Halloween pumpkin bag your mom had given you for trick or treating!

“It’s okay,” Jay tried to soothe. “We can get you more candy. And I’m sure Mom can get you another bag.”

“But I want mine!” you cried.

“I know you do but maybe Mom can get you a new one that looks like a spooky kitty cat.”

This, in turn, got you to stop crying. “Really. And not too scary?”

“Not too scary,” he confirmed. “Now, I think Kelly said that the firefighters have cotton candy at the firehouse. You wanna go there?”

“Will the doggy be there?”

“Maybe. But we won’t know unless we try.”

And then, the four of you took the EL back to your area of town (idk Chicago geography super well so idk if this is accurate) and went to the firehouse. Kelly was grounded, so he was stuck working there at Benny’s orders and when you saw him, you got super excited because you loved Jay Jay’s friends! Then, when he asked Jay where your trick or treat basket was later and Jay told him the story, he said he’d be right back. He went to his dad and told him the story and Boden overheard (at the time, Boden was only a lieutenant) and then, five minutes later, you and Ben were each handed a pillowcase STUFFED to the brim with candy.

Then, after getting cotton candy and petting the firehouse doggy, you went home. And, after hearing about what those kids did that night, your mom marched up to the north side the next day with Jay and demanded to know what house this happened at. Then, she calmly asked if they by any chance knew the kids that did this. They said they thought they did and gave your mom the parents’ numbers.

Needless to say, 48 hours later, you had your trick or treating basket back with even more candy than it had in it to begin with and an apology from the kids written on a sticky note taped to the side of the basket. And, your mom had been reassured by their parents that the kids who did this were grounded for the foreseeable future.

“All’s well that ends well, right?” Jay asked after it was all over.

“Correct. But don’t think me and your father don’t know about the flask and liquor you took, young man,” Mama Halstead said.

“But how…?”

“I have my ways. Now, go get me the flask. And, you’re grounded.” Jay opened his mouth to protest when his mom cut him off. “Don’t you dare ask how for how long. For the foreseeable future. The flask. Now.”

So, next year when Jay got stuck taking you trick or treating, he made sure, one, to skip the flask, and two, not to go to the North side and to just go to the firehouse instead. After all, after last year, Kelly told Jay that there would be a couple of king sized candy bars there for you courtesy of Lieutenant Boden.

[americaswritings]

When we fall | Part 2

Warnings (for all parts): Fluff, angst, description of injuries, probably unaccurate policing/medicine

Summary: You moved to Chicago to start a new life. Working as a doctor alongside your brother Connor you make new friends and although you swore to yourself not to let any man in your life at least for a while, your promises fail when you lock eyes with a handsome stranger in a bar.

Words: 4.5k

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Doctor!Rhodes!reader

A/N: Here's the second part :) I hope you enjoy!

Part 1

“Who got you smiling like that?”

You looked up from your phone, startled by the voice behind you. It was April, trying to glance over your shoulder to sneak a look at your phone screen. You immediately locked it, slipping it back into your pocket.

“No one”, you blurted out, biting your tongue. “I mean- just…someone.”

“No one or someone?” April wiggled her brows at you, her eyes shining with excitement. “I thought you said you didn’t want to date for a while.”

You let out a sigh. “I don’t”, you agreed, causing her to tilt her head at you in confusion. “But now there’s this guy-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence, interrupted by April’s squeal. “Oh god! Calm down!” You gazed around nervously, relieved to find neither Will nor your brother in sight.

“I don’t even really know him.” You feared if April got too excited over the news she had just gotten out of you, she would share them with Maggie. Probably the whole nursing staff too. And if there was one true thing to be said about hospitals, it was that nurses made the biggest gossips.

“But you like him.” It was a statement rather than a question, but still you thought over her words. April was right. You did like Jay. A lot.

He was funny, witty and sarcastic. Always quick with his remarks. Confident. But not in a macho kind of way, but more so that he knew who he was and what he wanted and that he didn’t fear speaking the truth.

And he was charming, if he wanted to be. A big flirt, but in a way that you could never be sure if he was just teasing you or if he meant what he said.

And he was brave. Courageous. He hadn’t given you many insight into that part of his life yet, but from the hints you had gotten you were fascinated by his drive as a detective.

Not to mention he was handsome. Unfairly so. Especially in that leather jacket you had seen him wear, although just a plain t-shirt was enough to show off his arms and- depending on the colour- bring out his eyes.

“Oh god what am I doing!” You let out a groan as the severity of your situation sank in. You were crushing on Jay Halstead, your colleague’s brother. A man you barely knew except a moment of eye-contact at a bar, a brief encounter at the hospital and a conversation outside said bar.

While the two of you had talked the whole way as he had driven you back to your apartment- your head spinning with the fact that he knew where you lived now- it had been mostly about unimportant things. What kind of sports team he liked, what the best food places in Chicago were, how cold it was supposed to turn at the end of the week.

But it had made you feel relaxed and even interested to get more hints into who this man beside you was. You had even been disappointed when you had recognized your apartment building, the exhaustion you had felt wearing off with him around.

Right before the two of you had parted ways Jay had stopped you, insisting on giving you his number. “In case you need another ride”, he had said with a wink.

That same night you had started texting, when you had thanked him for the ride home and you two had kept the conversation steady ever since. You even knew his break times by heart now, a smile stealing its way on your lips whenever you saw a new message from him.

Was it possible you were developing a crush for this man you barely knew?

“This won’t ever work out- I shouldn’t-” “Hey, take a breath.” April had stepped closer towards you, her brows drawn together in concern. “He makes you happy. It’s obvious. Don’t blow this off, because you’re scared what the future might bring.”

You swallowed, but you followed April’s words and took a deep inhale. “I just-”, you shook your head, the fear of the realization that had just dawned on you making your chest tight, “I can’t get hurt again. I just started a life here and I- I can’t.”

You blew out a breath, closing your eyes for a moment to collect yourself. “I’m not ready to get my heart broken again.”

April looked at you, empathy in her eyes. For a moment she didn’t say anything, the words hanging heavy in the air between you. Then she reached out, her hand covering yours. “No one ever is. But don’t jump to all the worst-case scenarios. What if it’s good? And it’s good now, isn’t it?”

You bit your lip, nodding hesitantly. There was no denying it; texting with Jay had become the highlight of your day.

“Then that’s all that matters now.” You nodded again, a shy smile forming on your lips. “Thank you, April.”

The dark-haired woman smiled at you in return, her eyes filled with a warmth you were sure made her patients feel reassured around her. “Always. But don’t think you can keep your secret long. I’m going to find out who that man is that makes you all lovey-dovey.”

-

“Hey!”

You almost jumped out of your skin, turning your head to see a silhouette pushing of the wall next to the hospital’s doors. You squinted your eyes, trying to determine who it was, waiting for you in the dark.

“Jesus”, you whispered, shaking your head as a relieved chuckle escaped you once the man stepped into the light. “You scared the shit out of me!”

Your heart was racing in your chest and you took a breath to calm it down, the shock slowly vanishing. Jay grinned, his dark clothes doing nothing to elevate him from the darkness.

“Sorry”, he said, stepping further into the light, “I didn’t realize you were zoned out like that.”

“Just thinking”, you muttered, straightening a little. “What are you doing here?”

“I was around here so I figured I would stop by after your shift.” You smiled, feeling warmth spread in your body that Jay had decided to come and see you.

“Are you off work too?”, you asked, your eyes drifting to the badge on his belt. You tried not to stare at the gun that was tugged beside it. Although it was covered by his shirt you could make out the outlines.

Your eyes flickered up again, feeling a little caught as you noticed Jay’s eyes on you. He looked so awake, so attentive, not how you felt after a long day in the ER.

“I’m not. Actually, Burgess is in the car waiting for me, so I should head back soon.” Your brows drew together, confused that Jay had still come to see you, even if he didn’t have much time. It was so unexpected and sweet that you felt a little overwhelmed trying to sort your thoughts.

“Kim’s waiting for you?” You were still having a hard time learning everyone’s names and faces, but you had seen her around the hospital. From what you could tell she seemed very nice. And stubborn, if necessary.

Jay followed your glance over his shoulder, where you could make out a parked black car in the distance. “Don’t worry about her.” He turned back to you. “She owes me a favour. She won’t tell.”

You didn’t know when you had decided to keep whatever was going on between Jay and you a secret, but you were glad he seemed to sense your hesitance of people knowing and respected it. Eventually you wouldn’t be able to keep it to yourselves anymore, you knew that, but for now you wanted this to be just between you and Jay.

Figure out whatever it was and what it could lead into before hearing everyone’s opinions. Especially Willy’s and Connor’s. The thought of one of them knowing was enough to send a shiver down your spine. “A favour?”

Jay shifted. “It’s a long story.”

“Well, I’ve got time, but I suppose you should get back. We don’t want to risk anything.” You almost sighed out loud, wishing for more time. But you knew Jay was as committed to his job as you were to yours and you didn’t want him to get in trouble.

“Right”, Jay muttered, but he didn’t move, his eyes on yours. You shifted, unsure what he was expecting you to do or say. “Well-”, you let out a nervous laugh, “why did you even come? I mean, if you don’t really have time.”

It wasn’t an accusation, only curiosity speaking. Jay’s lips curled up in an almost boyish way and he rubbed the base of his neck. “We haven’t talked about that date again”, he began and the words alone made your heart speed up. “I didn’t want to push you, so I thought I would ask you in person. And I just wanted to see you.”

Your heart swelled with fondness as you stared at Jay, his usual confident and casual demeanour replaced by what looked like uncertainty and maybe even nervousness as well.

“I came to Chicago to start over. And there are still some things I need to figure out.” You kept your voice calm and steady as you explained, hoping he couldn’t see how much strength it took you to open up. “It wouldn’t be fair to keep that from you.”

Jay waited, his face giving nothing away as he looked at you. Casting your gaze downwards you fiddled with your hands for a moment. “I don’t wanna screw this up.”

Slowly you lifted your head again, every fear you had thought of returning to you. What if you had scared him of? What if you were interpreting too much into this and Jay was only looking for some fun? What if you had already screwed this up?

His green eyes flickered between yours as you searched his face, trying to find hints to what he was feeling. Thinking.

“I don’t either”, he said seriously, clearing his throat. “Let’s just give it a try. Just one date, see how it goes from there.”

You looked at him, waiting for him to add something, but he didn’t, keeping the suggestion simple and undemanding.

“Okay.”

His jaw relaxed, his eyes lighting up. “Yeah?” You nodded, smiling yourself now. “Yeah. One date. Let’s do it.”

Jay broke into a grin, the sight enough to reassure you it had been the right choice. “I knew you would say yes”, he stated and you shook your head at him. “You’re persistent, Halstead.”

Tugging his hands into the pockets of his jacket Jay shrugged. “Comes with the job.”

Then he raised his phone. “I’m gonna text you.” You stared after him until the darkness had absorbed him, your heart pounding in your chest. But this time it wasn’t because you were scared or overwhelmed.

You would be going on a date with Jay Halstead.

This time, it was excitement.

-

Jay was taking you out Friday night.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t counting the days in your head, eager but also slightly nervous to meet him. Your encounters had been cut short until now, limited by either his or your work schedule.

Did he expect you to dress up or did he prefer a casual look? You wished you had someone you could ask about it, but you couldn’t tell anyone. Not yet.

In the end you decided it wouldn’t matter what choice you made. This wasn’t just about him, it was about you too and you wouldn’t make the mistake of changing who you were for someone ever again.

Still your thoughts were circling the upcoming date, so when Connor nudged you with his elbow to gain your attention, he wasn’t the first one to pull you out of your head that week.

“What are you thinking about?” You blinked yourself back to reality, closing the folder in front of you, which you had been bent over before your brother’s approach.

You didn’t see him much at the hospital, since he spend most of his time in the OR, but whenever your schedules aligned, he offered you a ride and you would spend the time in the car discussing your cases.

“Just how I barely see you these days.” Connor rose his brow. “What, you miss me?”, he asked amused and you shrugged, being serious. “What if I do?”

Living so far away from each other had meant you had barely seen Connor. Now that you had moved to Chicago the two of you had gotten to know each other much better and you had grown used to his presence, only recently moved out of his apartment and into your own.

Connor stared at you, obviously trying to determine whether you were making fun of him or being genuine. When you didn’t say anything, a sad smile appeared on his lips. “You’re right. I’m too busy these days. It’s just- everyone keeps asking me to do this and then that and-.”

“Hey,” you took a step forward, a smile on your lips as you nudged his shoulder. “I get it. You’re very popular here. No reason to get such a big head.” You were joking and Connor let out a breath, shaking his head in amusement. “You know that’s not what I was saying.”

“But it was what you were thinking”, you stated, enjoying it to mess with him. Connor’s face twisted unhappily and you almost giggled at the sight of it. A moment later his expression shifted, replaced by a mask of confidence. “Well, not everyone can be an amazing trauma and cardiothoracic surgeon.”

Now it was your turn to grimace and you scrunched up your nose. “Is that what you’re like when I’m not around? Because people kept telling me how strict and focused you always are that I almost ruined your rep.”

Connor smirked, before his expression turned serious again. “You are right though. You came to Chicago and I haven’t been around the past weeks. It’s not fair.”

You shook your head, your own amusement gone now too. “You don’t owe me anything. You already did so much for me and you know how grateful I am.”

“Dr. (Y/l/n)?” You looked up to where you saw Maggie calling your name. “Coming!” Turning back to Connor you sighed. “That’s my turn. How about you text me when you’re free and I cook for us? Because let’s be real your nutrition probably comes from the vending machine and the hospital’s menu these days and we both know neither is real food.”

Connor let out a laugh. “Doesn’t taste much different from what you cook”, he muttered, which earned him a jab to his shoulder from you. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that”, you whispered as you took off, pretending to be offended by his joke. “You’re going to have to make up for it with a lot of ice-cream.”

“And you talk to me about real food”, you heard his voice before you reached Maggie.

-

It was only Thursday afternoon when you saw Jay again, his casual stance something you immediately recognized as you rounded the corner. He wasn’t alone, a brown haired woman, which you figured could only be Kim Burgess next to him as well as an older man with hair almost cut down to the scalp.

He looked grim, his arms crossed over his chest as he talked to Ethan, who seemed just as tense and unamused.

It would be better not to interfere you thought as you watched them, but then you caught Ethan’s eyes for a moment and you knew it was only right to join him to try and solve the obvious tension.

Straightening yourself you marched up to them, forcing a neutral smile on your lips. “Hey, I’m doctor (y/l/n). Is there something I can help with?” You glanced between the older man and Ethan, waiting for one of them to acknowledge you.

From the side you could feel Jay’s eyes boring into you, but you tried to avoid his gaze, fearing you would give away how well you knew him, if you allowed yourself a look.

For a moment none of them said anything, until slowly the man’s eyes shifted towards you. It felt like you shrank under his gaze. It was cold and unapologetic, his icy blue eyes mustering you appraisingly. You didn’t know who this man was, but if you had to take a guess you would assume him to be Jay’s boss. The famous Voight.

Jay hadn’t talked much about him, always keeping his words vague, but it was clear the man in front of you wasn’t someone to mess with.

“We’re here to talk to one of your patients, Mr. Diaz. He’s a suspect and he might have valuable information for us.”

His voice was as cold as his gaze, sounding raspy as if he was hoarse from yelling too much. You didn’t want to imagine this man ever screaming at you.

Your gaze flickered to Ethan, silently asking him for his position on the matter. “And I already told you that’s not happening. The man’s straight out of surgery. We wake him now we risk a number of conditions such as brain damage and stroke. You’re going to need to wait.”

“I think you’re forgetting who you’re talking to.” Voight- it definitely had to be him- took a step closer, his voice threatening. A shocked breath escaped you as you watched the tension thicken, Ethan’s eyes narrowing.

“I know exactly who I’m talking to. But this is my case, my patient and my responsibility. We’re at the hospital, not the police station so it’s my call.”

Finally your eyes travelled to Kim and Jay, their faces both masks of conflict. Having felt your gaze Jay’s eyes shifted to yours, his expression softening when he saw the hint of fear on yours.

“How about we all calm down for a moment”, he said sternly, stepping between Voight and Ethan. You held your breath, admiring him for his courage but at the same time fearing the consequences it might meant for him. You didn’t want to imagine what Voight’s anger might look like.

“We all want the same thing.” Turning to Ethan he asked, “How long is it going to be until you can wake him up?”

Ethan stayed silent for a moment before he broke his stare with Voight and looked at Jay. “3 to 4 hours, depending on his labs. It was an invasive surgery.” Jay nodded. “Then we wait 3. If he’s not awake then, you will wake him.”

You could see Ethan’s jaw twitch, but he nodded slowly, accepting the peace offering before walking off. You felt your whole body relax, meeting Kim’s eyes who sent you a soft smile.

“Burgess, get back to the station! Halstead, a word!” Voight’s voice was as sharp as a knife and your gaze flickered to Jay’s, your nerves back. To your surprise Jay didn’t seem fazed in the slightest. He was tense, you could see it in his shoulders, but there was not a hint of fear or regret in his eyes as he followed Voight to the side of the hall.

“Don’t worry. Voight will get over it.” You turned your head to find Kim looking at you with sympathy in her eyes. “He looked like he’s about to kill him”, you almost whispered, scared to attract the man’s attention.

Kim followed your line of sight. “We’ve all been at the receiving end of Voight’s temper at least once. It’s no fun, but when working with him it’s inevitable. Jay can handle it.”

You didn’t doubt that. But he shouldn’t have to. It wasn’t fair. Sure, he had undermined his bosses authority in a way, but he had only done it to defuse a conflict. Something that could have ended a lot worse for everyone involved.

“I should get back now before Voight sees me chatting. But it was nice to finally meet you” Kim offered you a smile and you forced one on your lips as well. “You too.”

When she was gone you turned back towards the corner Voight and Jay had rounded, waiting for a sign of them returning. Although it didn’t take long for them to re-appear it was more than enough for your worry to make you a nervous wreck.

Both of them looked equally stoic as they walked through the hall, the tension between them evident enough for everyone to keep their distance. You looked at them from your spot at the nurses desk, trying to catch Jay’s eyes to silently ask him if he was okay. But he didn’t look at you, his eyes trained straight ahead.

At first you thought he did it because of his boss right next to him, but when the two of them parted ways, Jay still didn’t acknowledge you at all. “Hey!” Your hand shot out as he marched past you, grabbing onto his arm.

Jay stopped, turning to you with the same cold look he had worn before. The one that told everyone to get out of his way and not mess with him right now. You could imagine he was pissed, getting told off by his boss for trying to do the right thing, but you would have thought his expression would soften when he looked at you.

It turned out you had been wrong. For a second your eyes flickered over his face as you tried to get a read on him, but he looked so different from the last time you had been together that it was impossible. “Are you in trouble?”

Jay shifted, shaking his head once in an abrupt motion. “Don’t worry about Voight. He’s almost always pissed at someone.”

“But today that someone is you. It’s not fair. You were just trying to de-escalate the situation.” Jay let out a sigh that sounded impatient and you took a step back, taken aback by his reaction. “Anyway, thank you for that. I don’t know what would have happened if you didn’t step up. Ethan can be so stubborn too.”

Jay raised his brow, but it wasn’t in an amused or teasing way. he almost looked…annoyed. “Don’t thank me yet. As long as we get the information we need.”

You swallowed, your eyes flickering to your surroundings. “Are you mad at me or something?”, you whispered, unease filling you.

You couldn’t imagine a reason why Jay would act that way towards you. Even if he did it to avoid raising suspicions, it was very much over the top. No, you decided, there had to be more. Because you couldn’t imagine him speaking to Maggie or April that way.

“Why would I be mad? You told me there are things you’re figuring out. I just didn’t think you meant it so literally.”

You drew in a surprised breath, confused by his words as much as his passive-aggressive tone. “What?”

Jay let out a huff. “You know it all makes sense now. How you were so hesitant about a date, that you’re trying to keep this a secret.” Jay shook his head, his frustration turning into annoyance.

“I’m not blaming you”, he clarified, “weighing your options before you make a decision. We never defined what this is between us, so it’s on me if I expected something you clearly aren’t interested in. But I would prefer not be one of your games.”

“Excuse me?” You stared at him with wide eyes, your mouth hanging open in shock as your chest tightened. Something had gone very wrong, only you couldn’t figure out when it had happened and why.

Jay leaned forward, your whole body going stiff as he spoke close to your ear. “I’m out.”

Involuntarily a shiver ran down your spine and you flinched a little, hurt by his words that you couldn’t make sense of. Opening your mouth to say something you weren’t quick enough as Jay took a step back again, looking you straight in the eye. “Have fun.”

Then he turned, leaving you standing there staring after him in shock. None of it made sense, but his attitude had hit you so unprepared you hadn’t been able to defend yourself nor ask the right questions to figure this out. And you doubted Jay would answer your texts.

To hold back the tears that threatened to make their way down your cheeks you forced your teeth into your bottom lip, willing yourself to pull it together.

Maybe it was better this way.

Because you hadn’t even gone on one date with Jay and he had already crushed your heart, leaving you empty and hollow as the hurt spread slowly in your body.

You didn’t want to imagine the pain, if you had fully opened yourself up to him and he had rejected you. The heartbreak seemed unbearable.

But then why did it hurt so much already?

-

Needless to say you had been in a bad mood since your encounter with Jay at the hospital. He hadn’t texted or called you after that and you hadn’t done so either, not ready to hear his distanced voice again, his usually sparkling green eyes now hard when he looked at you.

Maybe he had heard what had brought you to Chicago and decided he wasn’t interested in dealing with someone like you, but you couldn’t imagine who he should have known from. And it didn’t seem like Jay to judge you.

It all seemed so out of nowhere, like something had changed between you from one day to the next. Maybe the signs had always been there and you had been too naive and overlooked them.

A part of you wanted to ask Will about his brother, if anything had happened he knew about, but whenever you decided to do it, you changed your mind again. Because Will had never mentioned Jay to you after you had brought him up that one time so he probably didn’t know anything about you and him at all.

But you missed him.

Missed his witty messages, updates from his day and questions about yours. They had given you something to look forward to in your day. Something that brought you joy and made you feel special. Now that it was over you were still checking your phone, your heart longing for a text from him.

Anything that showed you he still cared.

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Will Halstead Headcanons

middle name is patrick, after his dad: I have no doubt in my mind that pat halstead was the type of man that was ‘carry on the family namesake / legacy’ orientated. He’d 100% give his oldest son his name either first or middle and ofc this time it was middle.

Favorite color is blue: I don’t really… have a reason? I just for some reason see him being a like, navy blue lover

He has his mother’s eyes: this one could technically be canon. Jay and their father have the same eyes so it’s reasonable to think that their mother would have brown eyes like will. (Idrk how genetics work but yk, he got red hair which is recessive and jay got green eyes so)

He. Is. Sappy. And i mean like, saying the cheesiest thing in conversations. Constantly complimenting you. Everything. He is a nerd and he just loves love.

Lover stan. That is his fav Taylor Swift album. it ties into him being sappy and he just loves the album. his favorite song off of it is daylight though. (his favorite in general is ivy but thats more so my fanfic canon idk about ‘realistically’)

he’d be a superman kid. like, idolized superman as a kid because he helped people and stuff.

Allergic to bees, again. No real reason just… in my mind

[plotting-against-you]

Hi, how are you doing today?

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

��️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

For the ask game, please and thank you!

Thanks for asking me these! I love doing these things.

❤️ I have a few, but one I like for humor reasons is “First of all, I’m glad your aunt didn’t murder you.” (From my Supergirl/One Chicago fic)

💥 So many things, but one would be Jay Halstead (and now Hailey) leaving Chicago PD. They completely ruined everything with that change and it sucks.

✨ I was told once that a phrase I used in a story helped a friend of this commenter get through a really hard time. It made me feel really good. Another was this person who said to focus on my mental health and they’d be here when I came back, no matter when that was. I felt really supported.

👻 Oh man, probably that Clark helped the Danvers with the issues of raising a Kryptonian teenager. Like…she had to have issues with eating them out of house and home, adjusting to life, etc. I’m sure he helped a bunch. It’s not really a wild headcanon but I can’t think of one at the moment. Haha sorry.

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Lookie here! A new fanfic based off 2 headcanons I had this morning! 1. Jay went to summer school as a kid & 2. Jay has a learning disability!

Title: To Help you Succeed

"what took you so long, I thought with it being the last week of school you'd be itching to get out" stated Will when he finally noticed his brother walking down the steps of their middle school.

All Jay responded with was handing Will an envelope.

"What's this?" Asked the 13 year old.

Jay just shrugged, "Ms. Wilson says I have to give it to mom and dad. She didn't tell me what was in the envelope"

The boys began their walk home in silence. After a block of silence, Will spoke, "dad's not going to be happy with whatever is in this"

Looking in his brother's eyes, Jay pleaded, "can't you open it? Maybe knowing what's inside will soften the blow"

Will shook his head, "sorry"

Once home, Jay walked into the kitchen to see his mother happily turning the strawberries they picked the weekend before into jam.

"Ma," said Jay while taking a seat at the table.

"Jay!" She exclaimed while turning around. "How was the last full week of school?" She added while walking to the table after turning the stove to a simmer.

"Good!" Smiled Jay.

Before his mom could ask anything else her oldest walked in, "Jay I forgot to give this back to you" stated Will, while setting it on the table and hugging his mother. "Hi Ma"

"Will, how was the last full week of school?" She asked after her son finished hugging her.

"Good! Mr. Johnson gave me the Freshman year summer reading list! He thinks if I read some of the books on it by September that I'll be ready to take the honors English test and I'll be able to skip Freshman English!" Will beamed. With the joy that filled Will and his mother's eyes, neither of them noticed 11yr old Jay was sulking in his chair. He had been sitting and flipping ideas of what the letter inside the envelope could contain and he now has a good hypothesis.

Will quickly bounded out of the room to go hang out with some of his friends from school and Mary Halstead turned back to her youngest.

"That's for you" Jay glumly stated while pushing the envelope in her direction.

"Well, let's see what it says" she smiled while beginning to tear the envelope open.

Once the letter was released from its compound, Jay could read the beginning words as the light showed through the back.

"Jayson Alexander Halstead! Summer school?!? Really?"

"I'm sorry Ma, I did the work, honest! You can even ask Will, he would check over my homework sometimes. But the tests always were bad. And popcorn reading in class is the worst!" Explained Jay while sitting up in his seat, trying his best to defend himself.

Mary stared at her son for another second and then continued reading down the letter.

When she was done skimming, she looked up and said, "well it looks like your teacher wants you in summer school so they can help you with getting caught up for 6th grade. And while you're there, they want to test you for a learning disability"

"A what" shot up a bewildered Jay!

"I'm not dumb! I don't need special classes"

"Honey, no one thinks you're dumb, they just want to help you succeed. If you do have a learning disability, then they will give you tips to help you and you'll get extra time on tests and depending on the disability you might get to have someone read you the test out loud"

The reason Mary knew all this was she went to school for special education teaching but was only a special Ed teacher for a few years before she got pregnant with Will and decided to be a stay at home mom.

"Okay" replied a defeated Jay.

Present day

"Earth to Jay, yo. Halstead!" Shouted Adam, while waving his hand in his colleagues face.

Snapping back into reality, Jay shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut

"Huh" he asked when he finally opened them again.

"I asked, did you ever get summer school as a kid? Mac has Kim all freaked out because they want her to go, something about prepping her to succeed"

Sighing, Jay replied, "Yea, I went in the summer of 6th grade. Honestly it was the best thing my school could have done for me. Don't look at it bad man, like you said they want to prep her to succeed. And succeed she will"

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9, 10, and 16 for the choose violence ask game

Thanks for the ask!

9: worst part of canon

Seeing the direction a character is heading and knowing it's not what the fandom has come to see or expect from said character. Examples include: Eric from Boy Meets World. When we are introduced to him he is bright, has a personality, and well rounded 3demensional but later seasons he becomes 1 demensional and is dumb (like increasingly dumb as the seasons went on) that it's not fun to watch any more. Another example is Jay Halstead from Chicago PD. When we meet him he has strong morals and is seen questioning if his boss is a good boss. Later we see him get a love interest, but he is still a well rounded character with individuality. But as the seasons go on he and his love interest because one in the same (same could be said for Topanga and Corey from Boy Meets World) and by the end his morals are non-existent or are completely out of left field and he is following his boss blind.

10: worst part of fanon

I think the worst part is when people try to write a character that is not a good person in canon to be a good person and try to make them redeemable.

16: can't understand why people like this thing(trope, characterization, headcanon)

If a character in canon had more than one love interest (like in an early seasons they were with one love interest and then said person leaves the show, and they get another love interest in later seasons or the 2 people break up and see other people) why do fanfic writers have to bring the other love interest back and sometimes make them mean to new love interest and try to win the heart of the character back or sometimes they have the character leave new love interest for old love interest (I especially see this when the old love interest and the character were not compatible like unhealthy on both parties involvement) like leave them alone! Let them move on! I get that sometimes things like that do happen where 2 people get together think they aren't compatible and break up and then realize along the way they actually were good for each other but like the way these people do it is not that at all!!!