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THE BEAR — 1
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"What about Jason?"
"Jason Halstead?!"
The two of them shared a serious look that soon turned into an amused one, the soft grin on their mouths quickly replaced by a loud snicker that echoed within the walls.
"Might as well call him Loser," Jay mumbled once they calmed down, watching Hailey cross that name off the list with her pen.
"That's mean," she commented, "But you're right," she couldn't help but agree with him.
They were not naming their son... That.
— or, Hailey and Jay's unexpected journey to parenthood.
A/N: hello, Upstead cubbies! 🧸 Chicago... The Bear... I had to make it about Upstead somehow! I'm so excited to share this fluffy short-fic with you, and I hope you enjoy it. Can't wait to read what you guys think of it 🤗
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Everything seemed perfectly normal in Eldritch Hollow, until some strange things started to happen. The missing person cases had increased in the last few months and no one seems to be able to find out what is happening.
Hailey Upton had always loved this town, it was the first place she actually felt safe. She dared to hope that the curse that had tormented her family for centuries had finally come to an end, since she passed the age of 25 this time. But with the last events, she wasn't sure for how long their fragile peace would last.
Jay Halstead was back from his mission overseas, he couldn’t wait to be back in Chicago, with his family, until he found out that his father had sold the house and was now living in the middle of nowhere because of his brother. Deep down he knrew this was probably for the best, since what happened in Chicago was one of the reasons why he decided to leave.
The town’s dark secrets begin to unravel, intertwining their fates with the mysterious disappearances and Hailey’s own secrets. In Eldritch Hollow, what seemed like a fresh start quickly reveals itself as a complex puzzle, where everyone at point everyone will have to confront the shadows of their own pasts.
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#upstead in the series finale CHICAGO P.D. / 9.22, "You and Me" (2022)
#where you go i go#the end#although the acting in those bonus au eps was phenomenal#chicago pd#jay halstead#hailey upton#upstead#jesse lee soffer#tracy spiridakos#cpd#cpd 9x22#mine#upsteadedit#haileyuptonedit#tracyspiridakosedit#cpdedit#jayhalsteadedit#jesseleesofferedit#S9
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Witches AU (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister Imagine)
A/N: I'm back! Sorry, it took so long for an update. I moved out of state for grad school a few months ago and I'm working 30-35 hours/wk on top of a full graduate-level course load. Because of this, this imagine is not proofread because I wanted to get this out to you guys. (I also wanted to post this before Halloween, but I had a ton of exams, so I'm just getting it up now.)
Anyway, enjoy!
Math has always sucked. It's confusing and why do you even have to know all of this stuff?
Wasn't this stuff just made up thousands of years ago? So why do I even need to know it? Isn't it all fake anyway. Like, maybe it's not even real and we're just learning stupid shit to learn stupid shit, you thought to yourself as you stared at your math test in front of you.
You looked around the room. You knew you weren't supposed to do this, but you muttered a transference spell under your breath to transfer the information from deep inside your brain where you couldn't find it onto the paper.
Hailey Upton was watching from her teacher's desk out of the corner of her eye, obscured by a book so her students wouldn't know that she was watching.
She knew a witch when she saw one.
***
Will might call his little brother, Jay, overprotective, but at the moment, Jay didn't care. His witch's mark burned, alerting him that either you or Will had just used magic.
Typically, this didn't happen, but there was a potion one could make so that one knew when another person used magic. Jay knew his mom used this on him and Will when they were younger even though she had never told them.
The most important ingredient in this potion was blood from the person who you wanted to know was using magic. This had been easy enough for Jay to come by. All he did was break open your razor, take out a blade, then quickly dip it in the mixture.
Jay had shuddered to think about where the razor had been when he took the potion like a shot a few minutes later. Then, he quickly brushed his teeth to rid himself of the taste of the potion.
Jay glanced at the clock.
You were in math class right now. He knew this because whenever he needed to text you, he made sure to do so during your lunch period, and a lot of times you'd text him back and say something along the lines of gotta go. Math class with a crying emoji.
And, you had been telling him for the past few days how you had a math test.
The man was both a witch and a police detective.
He easily put the pieces together: you used magic to cheat on a math test.
You broke the rules.
Do not use magic in your profession unless it is for the greater good.
Since your profession was currently a student and there was nothing at school that would really be for the greater good, Jay and Will had discussed it and had deemed that you weren't allowed to use magic at school.
Jay made a mental note to prepare a truth serum for you to drink when you got home from school.
***
"Jay, she's a kid," Will said when Jay called him later that day when he was on his way home from work.
"Yeah, and? Mom and Dad took our magic from us when we tried to throw a basketball game in our favor."
"Yeah because we were basically trying to injure the other team."
"Fair point. But, if we let her get away with it now, she'll think she can get away with it all the time and next thing you know, she's cheating on her SATs."
"Fine. Just give it back to her by the end of Halloween."
"Will, I'm not that stupid. I'll make sure she gets them back by then. Don't want her losing her powers forever."
The rule was, and always has been, if a witch loses their powers and still doesn't have them on the night of Sanheim, the night when the spirit world and mortal worlds collide--which is now called Halloween--they would lose their powers forever.
Will and Jay lived in fear whenever they did something wrong during the month of October that their parents would take their powers from them, but luckily, they never did anything that stupid...at least, not during the month of October. November and December, now those months were different stories.
"Might make her wait until the last minute until she gets them back, though," Jay said.
"Just, make it at least an hour before midnight. We don't need any issues."
"Yeah, yeah. And, before you mention it, yes, I'm giving her truth serum when she gets home in case I'm wrong."
"Good. I'll be expecting a phone call from her."
"Why?"
"We both know she calls me when she's pissed at you," Will said. "And then she'll want me to call you and tell you to give her her powers back. Or, she'll beg me to override your spell."
"Please don't give in, Will. I know how you get."
Will rolled his eyes. "I won't. Unless you start cutting it close, then I might have to. But, we both know how hard eye of newt is to get these days, so please save me the money."
"Don't worry. Everything will be fine. But, I gotta go. I have a truth serum to make."
"She's gonna know what you're making the minute she walks into the house. That one smells terrible."
"Oh, trust me, I know.
***
When you saw Jay's truck in the parking lot of your apartment building, you thought nothing of it; you just thought he and his team had finished with a case early.
But, when you walked in, you gagged and dry-heaved.
"Oh my god," you groaned and plugged your nose. "Jay, what are you cooking? It smells like burnt, day-old, rotten fish."
Jay walked out of his room with a clothespin pinching his nose closed.
"I'm giving you one chance to come clean or else you get to taste it."
"Come clean about what?" you asked while you set down your backpack so that you'd have something to do with your hands.
"Cut the crap, Y/N. You have one chance to tell me why my witch's mark burned when you were in math class today or else you get to taste the truth serum. And, just a heads up, the taste is worse than the smell and the aftertaste is even worse. And it's slimy."
"You charmed my magic?" you asked.
"Was that a confession?"
"No!"
Jay walked further into the kitchen and opened a drawer that contained silverware. He pulled out a spoon and then made his way to the pot that was bubbling on the stove. "Last chance, kid."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me." He stuck the spoon in the potion and dished some out.
You unplugged your nose and smelled. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. And then, you dry-heaved and started to feel the snack you ate in your second to last class churn in your stomach.
"Fine! I used magic to help me with one problem on my math test, happy?"
"Very." Then, he snapped his fingers and the pot disappeared, taking the smell with it. Then, he snapped again, but this time, he did so with both hands and made a gesture with his arms from you to him.
You hoped he was taking the nausea from your body.
You swore you could still it, though, so you walked over and opened the pumpkin spice candle that sat on the kitchen counter. Maybe he just wanted you to admit that you were guilty and all of this would blow over...it wasn't like Jay, but, he had gotten out of work earlier than usual, so maybe he was in a good mood.
You pointed your pointer finger at the candle and muttered the spell.
Nothing happened.
"Yeah, you're gonna need this," Jay said and then made a lighter appear on the counter with a snap of his fingers. "Your finger's gonna be out of commission for a while."
"What do you..." Then, your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. Will always told you stories of when Mom and Dad took his and Jay's magic away when they used it when they weren't supposed to. "You didn't!"
"Don't cheat on your math test."
"Jay! It was one question! And, I just couldn't remember the formula! I didn't even use it for the problem! Just the formula! You gotta believe me! I promise!"
Jay muttered something under his breath and then stared right at you, just above your head.
Unbeknownst to you, he had made a puff of smoke pop up above you, which said truth or lie...and you were telling the truth. Despite this, Jay wasn't going back now. He had to teach you a lesson. And, he'd make sure to give you your powers back by Halloween.
"Thank you for telling me the truth," he told you. "But, you have to understand, that magic is a slippery slope. You can't just use it for your own gain all the time. Mom always said that magic is for the greater good, and what you did today was selfish--"
"But--"
"No buts. You'll get your magic back when I say you can have it back."
"But Sanheim's in two weeks! If I don't get my powers back by then, I'll be mortal! Please, Jay! Give them back!"
"No can do, kid. You made your bed, now you have to lie in it."
"I'm calling Will!"
"We already talked about this, so good luck."
You huffed and marched off towards your room.
"I hate you!"
"If you want your powers back by Sanheim, I'd shut up if I were you! And, make sure you wake up earlier tomorrow to pack your lunch for school because your powers can't do it for you!"
You threw your head back and groaned. If you had your powers, you'd seriously hex your brother right now.
***
"Y/N, can I talk to you for a minute?" Miss Upton asked at the end of your math class the next day.
Oh no. Jay called her. Now you were in trouble at home and at school.
"Sure," you answered.
Once all the students left, she closed the door and then gestured for you to sit in the chair across from her desk.
You were in deep shit now.
"Did you cheat on the test yesterday?"
"I--" You were about to tell her that you didn't, but you knew lying would just make it worse. It was better for you to just come clean. You hung your head. "Yes," you admitted reluctantly. "But, it was only the volume formula for a cylinder! I didn't use it for any number or anything! I just couldn't remember the formula."
Miss Upton nodded. "I see." She'd dealt with kids cheating before, so she knew that if a kid admitted to it, they were usually telling the truth about the cheating. They either doubled down on their lie or told the truth; there was no in-between. "Tell you what, since this is the first time this has happened and you only used it in the formula, I won't tell the principal, and I'll just adjust your grade and take off the points for that problem as if it were incorrect."
You didn't know what to say; you thought for sure that this was going to go on your record the second you admitted to cheating. So, all you could feel was gratitude. "Thank you. It won't happen again, I swear!"
"I wouldn't get too far ahead of yourself," Miss Upton warned. "I do need to have a conversation with your parents about this."
"My um, my guardian," you told her. "It's my brother who's in charge of me. My, um, my parents both passed."
"Y/N, I'm so sorry."
You nodded. "Thank you."
There was a lull in the conversation as Hailey processed what you had just said. She knew that your brother signed permission slips and all that for you, but she thought that was just because your parents were busy working. But, she knew she needed to continue this conversation.
"I'll need to have a conversation with your brother, then. I'll make the phone call during lunch. I'd like you to be present for the meeting."
"Okay. He already knows."
Hailey furrowed her eyebrows. Typically kids wouldn't come clean about this to their parents. But, she thought you were a witch; she just wanted to see what you'd say next.
"You told him?"
You shrugged. "Guilty conscience, I guess."
"I see." She paused. "Well, that was everything about the test. One more thing."
"Yeah?" You knew geometry wasn't your best class, but you didn't think there was anything else in this class that warranted your attention, much less would be brought to Miss Upton's attention.
"Agam ense?"
Your eyes widened, but you quickly recovered. She did not just ask you that.
Agam ense.
When flipped from its backward state, was Esne maga.
Are you a witch? in Latin.
No way Jay's giving you your powers back now.
***
What Jay did not expect to be getting was a frantic phone call from you at 10:06 in the morning.
"I gotta take this. It's Y/N." He told his team. Then, he walked into the break room, which was soundproof.
"Why are you calling me? Aren't you supposed to be in class?" He had already taken your powers, he really didn't know how normal adults disciplined their kids. Maybe take her phone? No, that would be a safety issue. So, what was he supposed to—"
"Miss Upton knows," you said.
"Knows what? That you cheated?" Jay asked. He hadn't even thought about telling your teacher due to the fact that he had been absolutely livid with you yesterday. Maybe he should've done that.
"Yes, but she knows that I'm..." you trailed off. Then, you whispered. "She knows I'm a witch."
Jay took a deep breath to avoid losing his shit. They were gonna take you from him and put you in a mental hospital. He'd have to get a lawyer ASAP. So, all he could manage was, "How?"
"She's one two. She even spoke bruja to me. That's how she asked."
"Did she show you her mark?" Jay asked.
"No. But she erased the board by pointing her finger at the board and making the eraser erase. I didn't believe her, so I told her my water bottle was empty, because it was, and with a snap of her fingers, it was full again."
"Holy shit," Jay muttered.
"I'm telling you in case she brings it up tonight when you have to meet her about me cheating. She's gonna give you a call in an hour during lunch."
"Okay. Wow, okay. I expected something bad, but not something like this."
You stayed quiet, waiting for Jay to lose his shit for being so careless. But, instead, you just got silence. "So, you're not mad?"
"If it was a mortal who caught you, then I'd be mad. But, a witch can find their own kind. So, in this case, I'm not mad. Plus, I already took your magic. I don't know if there's anything else I could really do."
"So, I'll get my magic back by Sanheim?" You asked hopefully.
"We'll see. Now, get to class, kid."
Once he hung up, he sighed. He was about to leave the break room and get back to working on his current case, but then he remembered that he needed to call Will to tell him about the latest development in your cheating and powers saga. Sometimes, he wished he were mortal. But then, he remembered he didn't have to wait for the coffee to brew in the morning because it was done with a snap of his fingers...literally.
***
"What did Will say?" Jay asked when he walked into school that afternoon, half an hour after school had been let out for the day. He had told his team he had to talk to your teacher, and, since the case was close to being closed, they let him leave early.
"Left me a voice memo. Almost made me go deaf because I had my headphones in when I played it," you answered.
Jay winced. "That bad, huh?"
"I'll let you listen to it when we get home."
"Nah. Don't think I need to. I called him after you called me and he basically told me what he was going to say to you...thought he would've cooled off between then and talking to you, though."
"Definitely not. He even mentioned experimentation, the pyres, hangings—"
"Yup. He told me that's what hew was going to tell you. Definitely didn't cool off. Maybe he needs to take a walk before recording those."
You agreed, then took a deep breath. "Let's get this over with." Then, you led the way to Miss Upton's classroom.
"Mr. Halstead, Y/N, please, take a seat," Miss Upton said and gestured to the two chairs that she had placed in front of her desk.
"Please, call me, Jay," Jay said when he took a seat. "I'm too young to be addressed as Mr. Halstead."
"In that case, call me Hailey," Miss Upton said.
"Alright, Hailey, where would you like to start?"
Hailey opened a drawer of her desk and pulled out a few pieces of paper, which were stapled together. She laid it out in front of her and you could see that it was the test that you had taken yesterday. "So, Y/N told me that she had a guilty conscience so she came clean to you yesterday that she cheated." She flipped to a page of the test. She only cheated to get the formula for this problem. And, since this is her first time being in any sort of trouble, I've explained to her that I'm only going to take off the points for the problems where this formula was used and I'm going to refrain from telling the principal."
"Yes, she told me," Jay confirmed. "And, I can promise you, that it will not happen again."
"I'd hope not. I just want to go over next steps with you if this were to occur again..."
You zoned out at this part because you knew this wasn't going to happen again, not after Jay took your powers away. Now, if you had gotten away with it, then this might be a different story. But man, that consequence really made you rethink your actions.
"Just remember, Sanheim," Miss Upton said.
The mention of the ancient festival that Halloween is based off of made you refocus.
What about Sanheim?
"I know. I won't be too hard on her."
You assumed the two had quickly discussed that Jay had taken your powers...or, Jay hadn't mentioned a single thing and Hailey had just mentioned that as a reminder. Maybe she had been rebellious during her teen years and had a scare just like you had.
Jay's phone buzzed. "That's probably work," he said. "Is this all? If not, we can continue this conversation later. Maybe, over coffee?"
Your jaw almost dropped, but you refrained from doing that. You knew Jay was a flirt, but this was a whole new level.
"That was all. And, coffee would be nice. But, let's continue this later. I have other tests to grade."
She shot you a wink, and you were grateful she understood that you were weirded out by this whole interaction.
Then, the two of you began to walk out of the classroom, but not before Jay snapped his fingers.
He paused a second and you continued to walk out of the classroom. Obviously that was something for Miss Upton.
"I'll see you then," she said.
And then Jay came out in the hallway.
"What did you do?" you asked.
"Just had a sticky note pop up with a time and a coffee shop. We're meeting on Friday before school."
Then, once you were safely out of the building and into the parking lot where no one would hear you, you said, "Please don't date my teacher...at least wait until I get my powers back. Or, wait, maybe date her. It might get my grades up."
Jay rolled his eyes. "I'll do what I want, thank you very much. Plus, she's a witch, so if anything happens, I don't have to have that conversation."
"Always easier dating a witch than explaining things to someone. How do you think the Salem witch trials started?"
"Exactly. Now, I gotta get back to work. See you later."
"See you. Can I have my--"
"No."
"You don't even know what I was going to say!"
"You were going to ask for your powers back. It hasn't even been 24 hours. No."
You walked away, but not without muttering, "I hoped because you're going on a date you might be in a good mood. Guess not."
"I heard that!"
***
10 days later, October 28
It was 4 days until November 1. You had 3 days, 6 hours, and 37 minutes to get your powers back before they were gone for good. Jay was in a good mood after his not one, but two dates with Miss Upton, and hadn't worked any crazy cases at work. At least, he hadn't worked any that you knew of anyway.
Also, for the past two days, you had followed Will's advice: Maybe stop asking and Jay will give them back.
You were skeptical about this advice, but you figured it was worth a shot. But, your patience was wearing thin.
He still hasn't given them back! you texted Will.
And he's still at work and you still have 3 days! he answered.
You sighed and flopped down on the couch. He'd give them back...right?
***
October 31
It was currently Halloween on a Saturday night. While all of your friends were out (underage) drinking, you were sitting at home, trying to focus on watching Hocus Pocus (even though it was definitely not an accurate portrayal of witches), and every five minutes you were trying to move something or get another glass of apple cider from the kitchen by using a spell. But, nothing worked.
You looked at the clock on your phone as the credits to the movie began to roll. It had just hit 11pm.
"How's it feel?" Jay asked.
"What?" you asked. You were too focused on how the hell you were going to live as a mortal. Because, if Jay hadn't given you your powers back yet, you'd never get them back.
"Your powers. I just transferred them back to you."
"No, you didn't. I didn't feel anything."
Jay furrowed his eyebrows. "Yes, I did."
You tried to fold the blanket by using a spell.
Nothing.
"Maybe I have to say it out loud instead of whispering."
He recited the spell which translated to: Now that she has learned to use her powers for good and not for selfish deeds, give her back her powers that she needs.
"Try something now."
You tried the simplest spell, a spell to levitate anything in front of you.
Nothing.
All your rage came flying out at once.
"I. Hate. You!" you screamed at the top of your lungs. "I won't get my powers back because you just had to prove a point and wait until the last fucking minute! Fuck!"
"Y/N, I'm sorry! They should be back, it's not midnight yet!"
"Well, they aren't back! I hate you!"
Then, you grabbed your keys and slipped on your tennis shoes, not caring that you were just in sweatpants and a hoodie despite it beginning to snow.
Normally, Jay would yell at you to come back, but he had more pressing matters to attend to.
He quickly pulled out his phone and walked into his room. After dialing Will's number and putting the phone on speaker, he opened his safe and then took out the false bottom where he kept the family's spellbook that had been passed down for generations.
"Hello?"
"Will I fucked up!"
Will looked at the time on his phone and his heart dropped. "You didn't read the fine print, did you?"
"What fine print? There's no fine print!" He flipped to the page where the spell was. "All the letters are normal sized!" He began to read the spell over the spell over the phone. "If not given back by the person who took these powers when Sanheim turns to the first of November under the dark of Boston's sky, then this witch will remain powerless forever."
"Boston, Jay! What time is it in Boston?"
"What are you talking about? It's--" And then it dawned on him: Boston was one hour ahead of Chicago; It was already November first there. "Shit."
"Keep looking through the spellbook," Will urged. "I'm on my way over. There is no way Y/N's losing her powers over a technicality."
***
You sat in the dark of the night, using your phone as the only light to look at your mom's gravestone. If she were here, this never would have happened. She would have given you your powers back earlier. And now, you were mortal. You could die of anything. And, without powers and your parents, was life even worth living at all?
***
"There has to be something in here," Jay muttered as he flipped through the spellbook from front to back once more.
Then, a knock sounded. "It's me!" Will yelled.
"Come in!" Jay yelled back.
The minute he heard the door open and close, he grabbed the spellbook and brought it out to the kitchen table.
"Last page. Everyone's notes," Will ordered.
"I already looked there!"
"Well look again!" Will ordered. He had half a mind to rip the book off the table and throw it at Jay's head, but he decided not to...but only because he didn't want to rip any pages and ruin the spellbook.
The two poured over the book for ten minutes and were about to flip the page when Will stopped them.
"Remember, blood is stronger than any spell," he read.
"Yeah, so? Family's stronger than magic."
"What if Mom meant blood, like actual blood."
Jay's eyes widened. "You're a fucking genius!"
Then, he flipped back to the page where the original spell was while Will grabbed a knife from the kitchen.
"You cast the spell, so it's all you," Will said.
Jay took the knife from Will and then cut his finger just enough that blood started to pool. Then, he held his finger over the page.
One drop...Two drops...Three drops.
The page turned black and white lettering began to materialize on the page.
"If ye be in dire need of thy powers," Jay began to read, "like this spell, thou shalt need three witches, one must be a descendent of those who were imprisoned for their crimes and could have perished in the pyres, by hanging, or drowning."
"Great," Will said. "So we need three witches and one has to be a direct descendent from either England or Salem."
"Hailey," Jay muttered.
"What?"
"Hailey Upton, Y/N's teacher. We went on a few dates, she's a witch, she mentioned she grew up out east!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You're dating Y/N's teacher? Since when?" Will asked while Jay ran to his room and grabbed his phone.
"I wouldn't call it dating. We've only gone on two dates. I told Y/N not to tell you or else she wouldn't get her powers back."
"And now she might not even get them back! I'm calling Y/N to tell her to come home, you call Hailey. You sure as hell better hope that you're right about where she's from."
***
"A technicality!" you yelled when you walked inside your and Jay's apartment after getting that phone call from Will. "I lost my powers because of a fucking technicality?"
"Take a deep breath." You recognized that voice. But, why...
"Miss Upton?" you asked.
"We need three witches to break the spell and one has to be from Salem," Jay said.
"Or, a descendent of those who came from Salem. Technically, I lived in Boston. Then I moved here when I was twelve," Hailey said.
"Okay, so you guys can reverse it?" you asked. You really didn't care about the semantics right now.
"We think so," Will said.
Then, he grabbed one of Jay's hands and Jay took his other hand to grab Hailey's.
"Ready?" Jay asked.
"Yes," Hailey answered and Will nodded.
The three of them closed their eyes and recited the spell.
The second they were finished, you could feel the blood moving in your veins, almost like there were bubbles. Your fingertips glowed for five seconds after that. And then, you felt normal again.
"Did it work?" Jay asked.
"I don't know, it felt weird, but I don't know."
At this point, you were scared to try any magic because what if you just imagined those feelings? what if it was just your eyes playing tricks on you?
"Try a spell," Will urged.
You pointed your finger at the table and focused on thinking about an Oreo milkshake. And then, one appeared!
"They're back! They're back!" you yelled and grabbed the milkshake. Then you took one sip. But then, you remembered something. "Thank you, Miss Upton! You're the best teacher ever! I'm sorry I cheated and I'll never do it again! I promise!"
Miss Upton smiled. "I know you won't."
"I think," Will began, "this calls for celebratory IHOP."
"Yes!"
"I'm down," Jay said.
"Not for you, Jay. This is only for me, Y/N, and Hailey if she wants to come. You're the one who got us into this mess in the first place."
Jay rolled his eyes, but deep down, he knew he deserved it.
"I can make some really good pancakes," Hailey offered.
You might have just been in high school, but you knew where this was going.
"C'mon, Will, let's go," you said and pulled him out the door while drinking your milkshake.
"I don't have a tail or anything, do I?" Jay asked when you and Will had left.
Hailey laughed. "No, you don't."
"Good, because I'm sure those two are going to hex me one way or another. That's probably what they're talking about right now."
Hailey laughed. "I'm not saying you deserved it..."
Jay cocked his head to the side. "Yes, you are." He took a step closer. "Did I ever tell you how pretty you are?"
Hailey shook her head. "Is this your way of flirting?"
"Depends. Is it working?"
"Maybe," Hailey smiled. Then, the two began leaning in. Hailey could almost feel Jay's lips on hers when she noticed something and pulled back. "Why does your breath smell like toad?"
Jay threw his head back and groaned. "Will! Y/N!"
"I'm sure we can find a spell to fix that, c'mon," Hailey said.
Then, she grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to the kitchen table and their two spellbooks, which would eventually turn into one big one as the years passed and they fell deeper and deeper in love.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading and don't forget to reblog and comment! Even though I don't respond to a lot of the comments, I do see them and I love seeing them! Thanks again for reading! Also, if you want to be added to my taglist, just let me know and I can add you!
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ivy and friends part whatever
last part bc I don't feel like tagging every single part anymore.
#one chicago#chicago fire#chicago med#chicago pd#original character#willivy#upstead#stellaride#dawsey#twitter au#idk if this is an au#more than likely#on brand as hell#lets me real#anyway#will halstead#jay halstead#ivy sullivan#hailey upton#kelly severide#stella kidd#gabby dawson#matt casey#my family#might have others here and there idk
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Cozy Trio + Scream (inspired) AU
warnings: death, canon-typical violence, horror film-typical violence, blood, PTSD
It started in 2002, at a Halloween party, where teenagers were left alone in a house with no parents and easy to find alcohol. It was probably a bit more complicated than a coincidence, some stupid grudge and a window of opportunity. It was far too planned out for that.
If it was just a coincidence, they wouldn’t have had to fight off one of their classmates and some dirty cop just to stay alive that night. And they were lucky to even accomplish that. Only luck was capable of keeping Greg, Jay, and Hailey alive through such a violent attack, when the house was scattered with their friends’ bodies by morning. Such an ordeal left scars, of both the physical and mental variety - PTSD and paranoia were diagnoses that their therapists liked, and they were accurate, even after years of distancing themselves from everything that had happened.
The only saving grace in all of it was that their friends’ weren’t the only bodies when the sun rose. Elliot Knox, an old classmate, was as cold and bloody as the knife that was still in his hand, the one that had been poised to go into Jay’s chest until a shot had rang out. It was from the gun that had been ripped away from a fallen cop’s hip while he was unconscious, the man who had been the driving force behind the attack on the house in the first place. Bob Ruzek wasn’t quite dead, but that hardly mattered, not when he would be locked up for the rest of his life if he even survived his injuries.
It seemed to be over as quickly as it started.
There were families to notify, and an investigation to wrap up, and injuries to tend to. The men who caused it all were the last thing three traumatized teenagers needed to worry about when their parents had other ideas - ideas that involved moving on, moving schools, even moving house. Anything to get away from what had happened, away from the blood and the fear that they’d experience for those long hours. And it worked.
Through their last semesters in high school, through Greg’s year long attempt at a college education, through the journeys to two detective badges, they were safe. They didn’t have to worry about having someone break into the apartment they shared with a mask and a knife to finish what had been started more than a decade before. They even worked in the same building as the very same people who had collected them, terrified but alive, from the Gerwitz property that morning that only existed in their memories.
And then a file landed in the stack of cases meant for Intelligence. It was the same story fifteen years later - teenagers having a party in an empty house, knives used to take nearly half a dozen lives. Only, this time, there were no survivors left to pick up the pieces of themselves. And, when the knife found at the scene matches one that went missing from their district’s evidence locker, the list of suspects gets surprisingly short.
It’s kept in house, as much as it can be. Between Voight, Olinsky, Platt, and the survivors of the original attacks who were far from teenagers, they didn’t need outside eyes to know what to look for. When a break in was reported at the old Gerwitz house, where the walls had once been bloody with evidence of a similar crime to the one they were investigating, it got more urgent. They needed to narrow down their list as quickly as possible while keeping one eye aimed over their shoulders so that they could avoid repeating even more of their history. But that meant private meetings, and watching their own team with an aura of suspicion, especially when one of them was the son of the very man who caused all their nightmares in the first place.
#one chicago#jay halstead#hailey upton#upstead#greg gerwitz#greg mouse gerwitz#mouse gerwitz#moustead#mouseupstead#cozy trio#cpd#chicago pd#scream au*#alex does moodboards#the chances of me writing this au are not zero#they're not high! but they're never zero#lots of thoughts#feel free to ask me about this#i'm going to be thinking about it constantly#i might redact the identities of the copycat(s) but#that's for potential fic reasons
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Tell me I’m safe, you’ve got me now
Hailey wasn't expecting a knock on the door early in the morning of her day off. She definitely wasn't expecting to be faced with her estranged husband's five year old daughter when she answered it.
Or a post season 10 AU where Erin had her and Jay's daughter after she left Chicago without telling him and now she's missing, Jay's deployed, and Hailey is the closest thing to a parent left to take custody of the kid.
The eighth and final chapter is up! If you’re still reading thank you so much for sticking with it, and I promise there will be more in this AU to come at some point.
Read it on AO3
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Hailey’s hand goes automatically to her neck, fingertips seeking for a second before she realises there’s nothing there. Her eyes widen and she grabs Jay's wrist.
“Remember that little heart locket choker I used to wear? I lost it somewhere along the way, but I still wore it when I first joined Intelligence, right?”
Jay’s brow furrows in confusion. "Yeah?" Hailey watches his expression change as the realisation dawns slowly. "Holy shit."
This week’s word is…
✨ SECOND ✨
Find the word in any WIP and share the sentence containing it. Reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private. All fandoms, all ships, all writers welcome.
#what if i made an au where jay was the one to give her that necklace years ago?#who's gonna stop me#upstead#reblog game#the doc title is “upstead magnum opus”#my fic writing#word game wednesday
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You And Me, Always Chapter 6
When Hailey's best friend convincing her to go to the season opener for their school's hockey team, she expects to be disappointed. And to be fair, their school's team really does suck. The guys from Canaryville aren't so bad though. But with a terrible secret that she's been hiding for years, can she afford to let the cute guy with breathtaking eyes in? The Upstead High School AU y'all never thought I would be the one writing.
Read chapter six on AO3 here.
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Lost Boy - a multi-chapter young #upstead AU
Coming to AO3 on Sunday March 3
I’ve been wanting to write this fic for several years but I never could figure out the plot. Until I was sitting in an airport over the summer and it all came to me. I’m so excited to start posting again and to share this fun journey with y’all. See you soon!
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cat eyes sharp enough to kill a man - Chapter 1
Summary - She didn’t enjoy what she did, sourced no pleasure from it, but she did it for a reason. And that reason had been left in a lifeless heap 20 feet back. He would never lay his hands on another person again. He would never be the cause of the pain and fear that the young woman in the hospital emergency department had experienced. He would never fulfil the promise he had made that he would kill his wife if she left him. And that was because of her.
Because sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands to ensure the safety of the most vulnerable in society. Because if she didn’t do it. Who would?
Chapters - 1/?
Notes - Welcome to my newest Upstead AU! This is a little different to anything I’ve written before and I am so excited for you to read it. Happy Reading! AO3 Link
#upstead#hailey upton#jay halstead#chicago pd#upstead fic#hailey x jay#upstead fanfic#chicago pd fanfic#one Chicago#chicago pd fic#upstead fanfiction#chicago pd fanfiction
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stuck on my body (like a tattoo)
Summary: Jay has never really cared for tattoos until he sees Hailey's, and they become the only thing he can think about—they're stuck in his mind just like they are on her body.
A/N: hello, Upstead nation!
Blame Maroon 5 for whatever this thing is and... Enjoy! 😈
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what’s some favorite upstead fics of yours please🫶🏻🙏🏼
These are the ones I thought of off the top of my head. I’m sure there’s a whole bunch more, but these ten and anything else by their respective authors are a great place to start. Happy reading!! 💕
All of My What Ifs by gototwo // in-progress, post s10 that takes place 2 1/2 years into the future. I just started reading this one and got caught up last night and I am so far gone for it. this is one of the best fics to me right now, like in the top faves for sure. it is brilliant and painful in that sorta achingly beautiful way that you feel in the pit of your stomach. you know when you read something and you feel the sting of it shoot through your chest and down to your gut? it’s that over and over again and it hurts in the best way, but it’s just so well done and so damn good. read it. you won’t regret it.
cause even the stars they burn (some even fall to the earth) by dedeen // new, in progress; post s10/s10 rewrite. angst, spice and a great cliffhanger ending in the first chapter. a beautiful gem and I am obsessed with it!!
when i watch the world burn (all i think about is you) by Itsthatupsteadchick // in progress, post s10/s10 rewrite with all the feels and whumpy Upstead working on finding their way back to one another.
are we out of the woods? (are we in the clear yet?) by haileysuptons // in progress; also known as OOTW. another post s10/s10 rewrite fic that has had me in a chokehold since the first chapter, but hasn’t been updated in a while and I’m not sure if the author will finish it
I think there’s been a glitch by highest_water // in progress, almost complete; also known as Swat!Jay. another great fic that has me in a chokehold
it seemed like a good idea by Torreshalstead // complete; fake marriage/marriage of convenience with mutual pining and stupid idiots in love and a one bed trope…aka perfection
give me a day (or two) by sumsflowers // completed; an airport AU that I love more than I can put into words
To Protect You (Supposed To) by CosmosInMyPocket // a post 10x20 one-shot that was so good and has a closing line that completely gutted me
breathe again (the air i would kill to breathe) by DC_bookfanatic // nice and lengthy one-shot that takes place over the span of years. this fic has a death trope and does not have a happy ending, (I guess it has a somewhat kinda sorta happy-ISH ending depending how you look at it?). it is beautifully done, but it did collectively ruin the entire fandom when it was first published. it will ruin you too. you have been warned
From The Beginning by anniesardors // completed; kinda AU, amnesia trope, I will always love this one
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Thanks to @xofeno I shall now and forevermore refer to everything in season 10 as a “bonus AU ep”. And agree, he was gorgeous in them.
JESSE LEE SOFFER as JAY HALSTEAD CHICAGO P.D. – 10.01, Let It Bleed
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I know I said I’d probably get two imagines done this month (and 5 books, but that’s a whole other issue), but I’ll probably only get one done since we’re halfway through October and I haven’t even started writing (thanks grad school and work). Because of this, which one do you guys want: Pirate AU (with upstead + upton! Sister) or Witch AU (with halstead bros + Halstead! Sister)?
#jay halstead#chicago pd#chicago med#will halstead#fanfiction#fanfic#writing#imagine#halstead sister#Hailey upton#upstead#au#alternate universe
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Ivy and friends but its twitter.
pt. 2: tweets
i just think they’re funny people
pt. 1
#will halstead#jay halstead#chicago med#ivy sullivan#chicago pd#one chicago#willivy#hailey upton#kelly severide#matt casey#gabby#dawson#stella kidd#upstead#dawsey#stellaride#twitter au#kinda#again not technically an au
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