#on the other hand?? the way that Y/N would step into the overprotective partner role so well?? unmatched 😮‍💨

[arewecoolio]

okay, but can we consider angie being the one who has the babies???? cuz that would be like seeing her being bossy and bothered x1000000 n then r is the only person that can make her feel better, yk 😮‍💨

literally I hadn’t considered it but immediately as soon as I read it I knew Angie would try to explode peoples heads at least once during that pregnancy 😭 Y/N would be on everyone’s speed-dial at that point (ik it’s the 70s so no speed-dial but yk what I mean).

[adri-2022]

Have your back

Fandom: Chicago PD

Characters: Jay Halstead x FemReader!Sister

Warnings: mention of self harm, depression, etc/ slight swearing/ angst

Word count: 1320

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Being part of a team meant being an asset as well as an irreplaceable part of it, big brothers and sisters but having your actual brother working with you was another thing, more so on days like this.

“Alright everyone, you can go home. Great job, Halstead” Voight said from the door of his office.

“Thanks Sarge. Appreciate it” Jay answered gaining a chuckle from the team, before looking at you being met with your middle finger and a sarcastic smile.

“You wish you were getting praised, J” you said rolling your eyes, while he stuck his tongue out.

“Get her checked” Voight told Jay pointing at you with a serious look, before retreating back into his office. Getting a hold of his things Jay made his way over to your desk and helping you stand up. You had taken a suspect down on your own, safe to say it was a hard one.

“Shit. Everything hurts” you groaned and winced as you stood up

“I know. Lets get home and check you over” he said while furrowing his eyebrows in concern.

As you both stepped in your shared apartment, you went straight to the bathroom with Jay following in tow.

“Up” without a second thought Jay made you sit on top of the counter, given your height didn’t come with the Halstead gene package.

“You shouldn’t have taken that guy on your own” Jay said while shaking his head and reaching for the first aid kit.

He was always overprotective, not only because you were his sister, but you were the only person apart from Will who kept him together when Hailey took the FBI job years ago. No one felt any resentment towards her, it was a great opportunity, and it gave you the chance to join the unit after she left. But that meant Jay worried ten times more now that you were in the unit, both Halstead’s as partners was either a recipe for disaster or it would work out perfectly.

“Why? Cause I’m a woman?” his head snapped towards you, while you jokingly squinted your eyes at him.

“No. Cause he was twice your size. That’s why we have Kevin” he said in a matter-of-fact way. You both laughed -well you winced- at the mention of your friend. Kevin was a big teddy bear -don’t tell him that though-.

“Shirt” you obeyed carefully taking your long sleeve shirt -forgetting a big detail in the process-. Blame it on the pain, the exhaustion or on plain stupidity. When you registered what you were doing it was far to late, he had seen them. Both frozen on spot.

When you tried to hide your arms, Jay gently reached for both of them looking at them with wide concerned eyes -well shit- you thought. You had never shared this secret with anyone other than Dr. Charles who had taken the role as your therapist on a weird night on a coffee shop. You wanted to share this with him, but not like this, now he knew, and you had no idea you could hate yourself even more, the look on his face made you want to hide and cry.

“I’m sorry…” you cried, breathing quickening. At the sound of your voice, he looked towards you. His scared eyes trying to meet yours, immediately he started shaking his head,

“No, no, no. Hey. Look at me…” one of Jay’s hands went to your face in an attempt to make you look at him, but you were avoiding his gaze like the plague, you didn’t want to see the disappointment in them.

“I didn’t know what else to do” you kept on repeating in between sobs. You felt pressure on your chest, and you knew you were struggling to breath, but you couldn’t control it.

Without you noticing Jay pulled one of his hoddie’s over your head trying to give you a sense if security and privacy -since you were wearing a sports bra-. Before he pulled you into his chest in an attempt to calm you down.

“Hey. Y/N. Deep breaths, that’s it match my breathing- you’re doing great babe” you followed his instructions.

“I’m so sorry” you said pulling back when you built the courage to look at your big brother. When your eyes locked, Jay gave you a sad smile, rubbing your shoulders and shaking his head.

“Can we talk… you know- do you?” he stuttered, -God, he’s awkward. But at least he tries- you thought to yourself as you chuckled quietly.

“It’s stupid…”

“Hey. None of that, what’s going on? Please, please talk to me” Jay whispered tucking one of your hands to his chest while he desperately tried to understand.

“I- it’s weird. I was fine…and all it takes is a bad case and I’m back there. You know?” your voice broke with every word. You wanted to say so much, but nothing wanted to come out, it made you feel stupid. Why could Jay be strong and move on and you couldn’t?

“Yeah…I know” he sighed, closing his eyes briefly

“Why can you take it, and I can’t? We were deployed together; we saw the same things. Why am I stuck. It’s bullshit Jay…” you exclaimed, you didn’t understand, why it felt like you were drowning when Jay was swimming perfectly. Unknown, to both you were the only thing keeping the other from drowning.

“I can’t either?” Jay said with a sad smile moving to sit beside you, your hand still on a death grip in his.

“What you mean?” you asked confused

“I’m not okay either. I’ve just learned to hide it. I guess you got that from me” he said the last part bitterly.

“I’m sorry for making it seem like I was okay, and making you feel broken. You are not, alright. I’m a shitty brother, sue me” you both shared a chuckle at the last part.

“I struggle too, in silence. But hey- hey- I don’t want you to struggle on your own alright. Please just- can you talk to someone?” he pleaded as you brushed your tears.

“I am. Dr. Charles is helping me. We’re…making progress I guess…” you said shrugging your shoulders dismissively.

“That’s- hey that’s great” Jay said nodding optimistically.

After a moment Jay pulled up the sleeve of the hand he was holding, looking intently at the scars, the silence was broken by Jay’s voice pulling you out of your thoughts.

“They look old. How long…” he trailed at the end. You pulled your eyes from the wall and followed his gaze to your arm.

“3 years. I stopped once a started going to Dr. Charles” you nodded pulling your arm from his grasp to trace them with your fingers.

“I take, it’s going good” he asked almost in doubt. He didn’t want to lose his baby sister, and he’ll be damned if he let you go through this alone. Not anymore.

“Yep. It’s relieving. But still after tough cases I usually have a session. So- you know…it doesn’t… yeah” you sighed finally looking at your brother.

“Are you hurt?” he asked -that’s a dumb question- you thought

“I mean-” you shrugged your shoulders

“Don’t. You know what I mean” you both laughed before you shook your head.

“Just my ego and my badass act”

“You seriously didn’t expect to take that 6ft tall guy with your 5’3 stature…” he couldn’t finish his sentence before you smacked his shoulder,

“Don’t even finish that sentence, Jay Halstead” as Jay made a move to stand up and leave, you grabbed his hand.

“Thank you. For everything, you have no idea how it feels- to not lie to you about this anymore” you sniffed, he looked at you for a moment, before sniffing.

“C’mere” pulling you back into his arms in the protection you always knew you would have.

“I’ll always. Always. Have your back no matter what!”

[midwinterblinder]

Arranged marriage

Part 2:

The door of the betting den is opened by a young man. Y/N thinks he must be in his late teens, maybe early twenties, either way he’s too young to be Tommy. She doesn’t have to wonder about who he is for long as he’s quick to step towards them and introduce himself as Finn Shelby, her soon to be brother in law.

Matthew and Y/N introduce themselves and Finn leads them inside where several men are working. It’s busy in the shop and the Thompson’s share a look as they remember the time their business looked like this. They follow Finn to an office. Just outside of the office is a woman behind a desk, Tommy’s secretary no doubt, who gives Y/N a filthy look. Y/N simply ignores the woman as she assumes that she’s just a secretary with a crush on her boss. Her eyes move back to Finn, who opens the door to the office. “They’re here, Tommy.” He announces.

“Send them in, Finn.” A deep voice sounds from the office and Finn steps back and gestures for them to go inside. The Thompson’s share one last look in which Matthew asks his sister if she’s really sure about this without using any words. Y/N simply nods; she’s sure this is the best option. Not just for her but for her family. She’s a single mother with two overprotective brothers who is successful in both legitimate and illegitimate business. There’s no way any decent man will ever propose to her again and she needs the security that a marriage will offer, both for her social status and for her daughter.

Matthew nods in return before he leads the way into Tommy’s office. Part of him wishes he could have married Emily off. His youngest sister is causing him serious headaches and he thought having Tommy Shelby as a husband might calm her down. The other part of him is glad it’s not his youngest sister that will be marrying the leader of the Peaky Blinders though. Emily is the baby of the family, the only one without blood on her hands and he would like to keep it that way.

That doesn’t mean he’s glad Y/N will marry Tommy though. He knows his sister can handle herself and he appreciates the sacrifice she’s making for their family, but he’s a little worried about what will become of her once she’s Tommy Shelby’s wife. He’s not sure how Tommy feels about his future wife fulfilling an important role in the Thompson company and the High Rip Gang. He can’t lose his sister as a business partner, so he hopes Tommy won’t want her to resign. At the same time he fears what will happen when Tommy finds out what Y/N is capable of. If Tommy recognises Y/N’s talent for both legitimate and illegitimate business, his sister might get more caught up in Shelby business than Thompson business.

“Tommy.” Matthew nods at Tommy in greeting as he moves out the way so Tommy can see Y/N. “This is my sister, Y/N.” He says as he gestures towards her. “Y/N, this is Thomas Shelby.” He adds and Y/N’s eyes follow Tommy as he stands up from his chair and walks around his desk. She hadn’t asked Matthew what Tommy looked like, so she’s surprised by how handsome he is. She notices his very blue eyes, his fine bone structure, muscled physique and the rather attractive confidence he shows in the way he walks towards her. At least that means she won’t have to be ashamed be seen out with him.

“Good to finally meet you Miss Thompson.” He says as he holds out his hand, which she takes with a confidence that surprises Tommy. Tommy has to admit that everything about this woman surprises him so far. When Matthew told him he wouldn’t be marrying the youngest Thompson but the older one, he assumed she would be the ugly duckling of the family who never managed to get a husband on her own. But now that she’s standing in front of him he’s sure that’s not true. She’s absolutely beautiful. He can tell that she’s taking in his appearance, but he would be lying if he said he’s not doing the same. He’s pretty sure that walking into a room with Y/N on his arm will instantly cause envy among everyone else in the room. She has a certain aura around her that instantly captivates him.

“The pleasure is all mine Mister Shelby.” She smiles slightly as she lets go of his hand. A calloused hand, she noticed, one that has done manual labor even though the office Tommy resides in now seems to suggest otherwise.

“Have a seat.” Tommy says as he gestures to the chairs in front of his desk before he makes his way back to his own seat. “I’m sure there are some things you would like to discuss.” He adds and waits until the Thompson’s have taken a seat before he sits down himself.

“Just a few details.” Matthew speaks up as he crosses his legs. “You must understand, Tommy, that this matter must be dealt with discreetly.” He says as he looks at the man sitting across from him. This is Y/N and Matthew’s main concern; that Tommy won’t understand the part they will have to play if they want to maintain their social status, and if he wants to improve his.

The look on Tommy’s face is unreadable as he looks at Matthew, but Y/N can tell that her brother’s words will need some explanation. “What my brother means is that we will have to play the part of actual lovers before we can get married.” She explains as Tommy’s eyes move to her. “People will have to believe we married out of love and in order to do that we must be seen courting before we even think of planning a wedding.”

“Why?” Tommy asks, the same unreadable expression on his face. “The people in your circles are no strangers to arranged marriages.” He adds when he sees the siblings share a look.

Matthew is about to speak up and Y/N can tell that he’s about to give Tommy a lecture about not understanding the circles they move in, but she doubts that will prove to be successful so she quickly takes over the conversation. “Arranged marriages between people of the same social class, yes.” She draws Tommy’s attention back to her. “But not between people from different classes, especially not between a woman from a higher class and a man from a lower class. If people of our standings marry someone of a lower class it is out of love, because all it will do is lower their standing.” She explains and she sees a look of understanding appear on Tommy’s face as he nods slowly. “So we will have to convince them we’re in love or they will no doubt start to wonder what I could gain from marrying you, and I doubt any of us will want them to start digging.”

Tommy is silent for a moment. He figured he would have to act like he was enjoying himself on the wedding day and play the part at any social gatherings, but he didn’t think it would have to be too serious. In his eyes marriages between the wealthy were rarely out of love, but what Y/N said makes sense. They would assume there was another reason for their marriage and start to look into their affairs. He couldn’t have that, not when he was just trying to move his family up in society and make his business more and more legitimate. “So we will have to be seen courting.”

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