#will halstead fan fiction

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Set Up For Failure - J. Halstead

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prompt: "I Warned You"

synopsis: Life with Jay had never been easy, and you knew that being with a police officer wasn't going to be easy. But when a newly released criminal starts repeating the same patterns that got him put behind bars, Jay starts to worry about your safety.

warnings: cursing, robbery gone wrong, attempted murder, mentions of large amounts of blood, crime scenes, pregnancy, kidnapping, mentions of a non-consensual c-section.

word count: 2.9k

Being married to a cop wasn’t easy. Being married to a detective that belonged to Hank Voight’s Intelligence department wasn’t easy either. When you first met Jay, he did everything he possibly could to shield you from the life that he lived. In fact, you didn’t even know his name was Jay until about six months into your relationship. It was by accident that you had figured out his name, who he was and what he did for work. 

At first, you were pissed, you didn’t talk to him for about two months, completely cutting him off. How could you be with someone who had lied to you so easily? Who didn’t think you were worthy or trustful enough to tell you what he did every single day? Jay had groveled, showing up at your apartment every day with a bouquet of flowers, begging for you to talk to him. You had got so annoyed that you left a note on the door telling him to take the flowers and donate them to the nursing home. But after the third month of him waiting outside your door, you finally decided to hear him out. 

“I have an explanation,” He started. You crossed your arms over your chest, “Everyone who has been close to me ends up getting hurt or worse. I couldn’t let that happen. Not to you. I have been living in this darkness for so long, and you come and. . . you brought the light back,” Jay shook his head, “I was terrified of what would happen if the light went away.” 

“No more lying,” You said, pointing at him. 

“None, I swear,” Jay said, putting his hands, “Does this mean I am forgiven?” 

“This means you are on probation.” 

Four years later, you were now Mrs. Halstead, and in your final month of pregnancy. Life with Jay had been everything you dreamed of and more. He was attentive and caring, always calling you on his way home from the station, or texting you if it was going to be a late night. He did everything he possibly could to provide for you, buying a small fixer upper house near Hank’s place. Will had accepted you as his sister-in-law almost instantly, loving to have someone on his side during petty arguments with Jay. The whole squad had basically adopted you as one of their own, even though you didn’t have a single thing to do with the police force. You had been a teacher until you got pregnant, and decided to spend the first year of your baby’s life at home. 

"There's been a series of break-ins in the Sunset Hills neighborhood, which has residents on alert. Channel 10 news is-"

The TV had clicked off from behind you, causing you to gasp and look over your shoulder at your husband. You smiled sheepishly before turning back to the pile of baby clothes that you were folding. 

“You’re home early,” You said. 

“Mhm,” Jay answered, crossing his arms over his chest, “What are you doing?” 

“Oh, you know,” You lifted up a pile of folded onesies, “Kid has more clothes than me.” Jay’s eyebrow raised, “And I was just catching up on the local happenings. . . have I told you how much I love you?”

Jay huffed, shaking his head, “I told you to quit reading into that. There’s nothing to worry about.” 

You sighed looking down at the pile of clothes, you had been caught yet again. Ever since the first break-in in the neighborhood, you had been on high alert, even though both Jay and Hank assured you that it was nothing to worry about, but you still felt uneasy every time you were in the house alone, which happened to be a lot. Hank told you that the thieves weren’t hurting anyone or going to houses where they knew people were home. The only thing they were guilty of was breaking in and stealing thousands worth in property. 

“I have the right to know what’s going on,” You crossed your arms over your chest, “I need to know what is going on in case-“ 

“Nothing is going to happen,” Jay walked over towards where you sat on the couch and kneeled down in front of you, “Nothing is going to happen to you. We have the best security system money can buy. We are blocks away from the station, uniforms are doing patrols up and down this street, hell, Hank lives right next door,” You chuckled at that. Jay’s large warm hands landed on your belly, gently rubbing over the stretched skin, “You are safe, I promise. I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” He placed a kiss on your forehead, “To both of you.” He then placed a kiss on your belly, earning him a kick in response, “Chill out in there, rambo.” 

“She gets excited when you’re around,” You smiled, “She can hear you.” 

Watching Jay become a father has been your favorite thing in life. From the moment you stood in the door of your shared bedroom, tears running down your face as you told him, you knew he was going to be the best dad ever. The next day he went out and bought as many books as he could on parenting. You had to basically force him to keep his mouth shut from telling the squad, as he wanted to shout from the rooftops he was going to be a dad. Now it was count down mode until his little girl could be in his arms. 

— — — 

“It’s going to be a late night,” Jay huffed out from the other end. You could hear the faint sound of a radio, and knew he was probably sitting in his patrol truck, Hailey next to him, waiting for some movement or clue. 

“This past week have all been late nights,” You sighed, letting the warmth of your bath water seep into your bones. In the past week, it seemed as though your baby was getting ready to make their move to come into this world. Your last appointment your doctor pointed out that your belly had started to drop a bit, which sent Jay into a full on panic. Your back had been killing you, and the only place that seemed to help ease the pain, was the clawfoot bathtub you made Jay put in the bathroom. 

“I know, baby,” Jay sighed. He hated the late nights just as much as you did, especially being so close to your due date. He knew that Natalie and Will were right down the street, and would be over in a flash if you ever needed anything, but Jay hated the fact that he couldn’t be right there. His paternity leave wasn’t set to start until after the baby was born. 

“Just tell me, you’re going to catch whatever bad guy you are after,” Although you still disliked some aspects of Jay’s job, you loved that he was part of keeping the beautiful city safe. 

“Always, baby,” Jay smiled on the other side of the receiver, “I promise I’ll be home as soon as Hank cuts us loose. Tell Rambo she can’t make her appearance tonight.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Quit calling her Rambo.” 

Jay’s smooth laugh filled the air, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sound, “I love you, Y/N. I’ll be home soon.” 

You spent probably another half hour, until the bath water had run cold and the candles burnt out before you climbed out of the bath. You grabbed a pair of Jay’s boxers and one of his Chicago PD shirts, which seemed to be all that fit you at this point, and some of the only things that felt comfortable enough to wear. You propped the pillows up behind your back as you climbed into bed. Most nights you would fall asleep in the recliner, sitting up nearly straight felt better than laying in a bed. But for some reason, you felt safer lying in your shared bed than being out in the living room. 

Sleep didn’t come easy to you. Being almost 40 weeks pregnant, moving around trying to get comfortable wasn’t something new to you. But it wasn’t the feeling of your daughter kicking your ribs that kept you awake. You couldn’t turn your mind off, every slight howl of the wind or the creek of the old house had you jumping slightly, and looking around your dark bedroom. At some point you had drifted off to a light, fitful sleep, but were awoken by the sound of smashing glass. 

You gasped, looking around the room, your hand on your pounding heart. You sat still in your bed, straining your ears to hear if maybe it was Jay. But the sound of a groan, had you climbing out of bed, going straight to the safe in the closet. You punched in the code quickly, grabbing the gun and the magazine that Jay kept in there. You had only ever loaded a gun a handful of times, and prayed that you had done it right, as you grabbed your phone, and locked the bedroom door. You dialed 9-1-1 with shaky hands as you heard footsteps and a male grumbling. 

“I’m armed and calling 9-1-1!” You yelled out, hoping to scare off whoever was in your house. The trill of the line seemed to go on forever, until you were met with the sound of a dispatcher. 

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” 

“I think someone broke into my house,” You said, trying your best to keep your voice steady, “I-I’m Detective Halstead’s wife.” 

“Alright Mrs. Halstead,” The operator said, “Can you tell me where you are at?” 

“I’m in my bedroom. I locked the door and hid in the closet.” 

“Are you armed?” 

You looked down at the black gun on the bedroom floor, tears filling your eyes, “Y-Yes. But please hurry, I think-” 

The sound of the bedroom door banging opened caused you to gasp. You clamped a hand over your mouth as the footsteps grew closer to you, and prayed to anyone listening that you were going to make it through this. 

— — — 

Jay felt like he was about ready to fall asleep. The unit had been tasked with trying to find out who was behind a series of break-ins. It wasn’t their normal gig, break-ins were unfortunately common in their district, but the last two break-ins resulted in two homicides. Hank was going to right off the two homicides, saying that they still didn’t catch the eye of the intelligence unit, but the last two crime scenes had similar patterns to a case that Jay had worked several years ago. 

“Have you guys settled on a name?” Hailey asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence. 

Jay shook his head with a smile, “She’s still set on Ophelia. But I think Sammy is better.” 

“Sammy?” Hailey asked, already guessing what Jay’s answer was going to be. 

“For Sammy Sosa!” 

Hailey shook her head, “Yeah, I agree with Y/N on this one.” Jay scoffed, and the silence stretched back across the cab of the truck, “Why do you think this is a revenge thing?” 

“I don’t know if it is a revenge thing, but I have a feeling it is,” Jay sighed, “The pattern just fits. 13 plain home invasions, then two homicides. The writings in blood on the walls of the crime scene? That wasn’t public knowledge.” 

“But why would Roger Sterling wait this long? What has it been, six years?” 

Jay nodded his head. It was one of his first cases in the intelligence units, and Hank was right when he said the first one sticks with you. Jay thought he had the facts right out in front of him. Roger Sterling checked all of the boxes for the home invader turned murderer, except one. The night of the third homicide, Roger had a solid alibi that was backed by his wife. But not having an alibi for two out of three murders was good enough for the jury to convict, and sent Roger to prison for two years. That was, until the conviction was overturned on the grounds of ‘not enough solid evidence’. Roger was let go, but he held a vengeance for Jay. 

“I don’t know,” Jay ran a hand down his face, “I’m guessing he was probably stewing in his anger. He was proven innocent of all the crimes, but that still doesn’t give him a clean bill. He’s probably been angry for years and is now acting out.” 

“It just doesn’t make-” 

“All Units, All Units, we have an active call for a home invasion and the sound of gun fire.” 

Jay cursed, grabbing his radio, “This is 5021 George, what’s the address we’re in route.” 

“Address is three-twelve south Cleveland street.” 

Jay felt like his heart had stopped in his chest, as his radio fell from his hand. The only sound in his ears was the sound of his blood, roaring in his body. Everything had frozen, his hands began to shake and his vision went black. He couldn’t even hear or feel Hailey shaking him out of his trance, trying to get his attention. It was like Jay’s body moved on autopilot, as he pulled the truck out of park and sped towards his house. 

His house. 

The house his wife and child were home alone in. 

The house where there were gunshots fired. 

Jay barely put the truck in park as he arrived on scene, and didn’t even bother to shut the door as he jumped out and ran up the yellow police tape. The bright lights and sounds of sirens were making his head pound as he tried to push his way through to his house. He was brought out of his trance when he felt a hand on his chest, stopping him from approaching. Jay looked down, anger coursing through his bones. 

“Let me fucking go,” He sneered at Hank. 

“I can’t let you do that,” Hank’s gravelly voice sounded out. 

“That’s my wife!” 

“And this is a crime scene,” Hank barked back, “My crime scene.” Jay felt like he was going to throw up, as his knees gave out. Hank quickly wrapped an arm around him, helping him down to the curb. 

“Is she-” 

“She’s alive,” Hank responded, “But barely. They took her straight to Med, I called ahead and told Will to meet her there.” 

Jay felt like he could breathe a little bit better, knowing that his baby brother was going to be in charge of his wife’s care. It was as if Jay’s mind went blank, a factory reset as he looked at the members of his unit jump right into working the scene. 

“I need to see it,” Jay said, his voice lacking any emotion. Hailey, who stood behind him, gave Hank a look, but the older man knew Jay well enough. 

“C’mon,” Hank turned and walked towards the house, Jay hot on his heels. The two of them pushed through the yellow police tape, and Jay felt his heart tick again. 

The perfect house that Y/N had spent so much time on, was destroyed. Pieces of glass from the windows littered the floor, pictures on the wall had been skewed, bloody footprints left on the hardwood floors that took Jay way too long to fix up. 

Jay clenched his jaw, “Where was she?” 

“Perp came in through the back,” Adam explained, pointing to the open back door, “Looted around down here for a little bit, from what we can tell, nothing was taken.” Jay couldn’t even focus on seeing if anything was missing, he was more concerned on how Y/N ended up the victim. “Then he went upstairs,” Adam nodded his head towards the bloody footprints. 

Hank then led him up the stairs, where more uniforms stood around taking pictures, and putting numbered yellow place cards on the blood splatters. Normally, the coppery scent of blood didn’t bother Jay, but this had him feeling sick as he approached his bedroom. 

“The 9-1-1 call was dialed from in here,” Hank said, “Her phone was found in the closet along with a nine mil.” Jay felt some sense of pride that Y/N knew to get the gun from the safe. He could remember the day he had first brought it home and how much she had protested having a weapon in the house. But Jay promised it would be the only weapon they had and it was going to be under lock and key at all times. 

“Did she fire it?” Jay asked, his voice barely above a whisper. 

Hank nodded, “Bullet embedded in the wall.” 

“She missed,” Jay shook his head, his blue eyes looking down at the huge blood spot on the bedroom floor. “Is th-that her. . .” Hank nodded his head again. Jay let out a shuddering breath as he sat on the edge of the bed. It was as if time had finally stopped, and Jay came to a sickening realization about the blood on the floor, “The baby. . .” His eyes widened as he looked at Hank, who had a grime expression on his face, “Where is my baby?” 

Hank looked at Adam, who stood in the doorway, “We have an amber alert-” 

Jay stood up from the bed immediately, but Hank put a hand on his chest, “Get your fucking hand off of me.” 

“We found this next to her,” Hank handed Jay a note. 

Jay took the yellow piece of notebook paper, which was folded in half and a polaroid picture was in the middle. The picture was of Y/N, and it looked to be taken not that long ago, her round pregnant belly protruding out as she stood in front of the large bay window of the living room. Written in what Jay prayed was red ink were the words: 

“I warned you.”

[realityescapee01]

A Little More Often Than Usual

Jay Halstead x Reader

Y/N is the new caretaker of the records downstairs. She was briefed and trained properly to follow lawful procedures, but she was also told that that isn't always the case. Sometimes, detectives need data without a case number to solve an urgent case. And sometimes they need it for personal reasons.

One of those detectives is Jay Halstead, Y/N's crush. Gave Y/N "bribes" in form of chocolates.

Y/N worries because the under the table requests from Jay became more often than usual.

In Chicago PD, patrolmen and detectives asks favors around, sometimes favors that doesn't really follow the proper procedures.

And sometimes personal favors.

Y/N's mentor taught her how to do the job well and also taught her that sometimes, under the table requests happens.

For them to search or give out data, they need a case number for it. Sometimes, officials asks for data search without a case number, and that it is in their discretion to do it or not. But be careful and cover records that prove the search.

And Y/N did a few favors like that, mostly for the Intelligence Unit. Quite a lot of times from Voight and Olinsky, and sometimes, from her crush - Jay Halstead.

Jay first came to Y/N for a database search for a girl named Cherry. Then another one for a Jimmy Sanguinetty. The first request was valid, case linked. The second wasn't. Because Jay offered a handful of kitkat chocolates.

Probably picked it up from the other detectives that had asked her favors like this before.

Not that Jay had to do that, because Y/N would happily do it without the bribes.

Y/N has had a huge crush on Jay Halstead since she saw him. She'd get all happy and giddy whenever he sees him. And specially so when she sees him in full gear when they have an operation.

They had a few interactions outside of work, mostly at Molly's when there's a PD celebration. Just small talks. But Y/N considered those big things already.

Jay was kind and courteous most of the times. Short talks with a group, little laughs here and there.

They also bump into each other in the cafe near the department. Sometimes in the diner near too. They'd talk there and then. They became quite good friends.

But now, the requests became more often. Y/N got worried about Jay. She really hoped Jay is okay and also has not become a dirty cop. She just doesn't believe it.

So lunchtime came, Y/N was in line at the foodtruck.

"Hey."

Y/N was startled a little bit. A guy from behind suddenly talked to her.

"H-Hey, Jay. Buying lunch too?" -Y/N was glad to see and talk to Jay. She doesn't always get to lately, Intelligence Unit was quite busy.

"Y/N. Yeah, they say food here is good."

"It is. I vouch." Y/N smiled and laughed a little. Jay laughed with her too.

Y/N got her food. "Hey, Jay. I'm heading back."

"Yeah."

Y/N was a few steps ahead when Jay chased her.

"Hey, Y/N, uhm, later... I'm gonna need some files."

"Oh... okay."

"Yeah."

Y/N walked again but she went back because she was worried. She asked Jay about it.

"Jay, are you okay?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" -Jay was genuinely confused.

"You're asking files quite often... and... we all know you could get in trouble. I can get in trouble."

"No. Everything's good. Just... We have some time sensitive cases lately, paperworks are late. Don't worry about it." -Jay assured her.

"Okay."

"Hey, later still good?"

"Yeah."

Y/N went back to the department and had her lunch. Worried and thinking what files she'd be printing for Jay this time.

It's well past 4pm now, Y/N's about to clock out when Jay stepped in.

"Hey, uh, you stepping out?" Jay was rubbing the back of his neck and was hiding his other hand behind his back.

Probably the chocolate bribes in exchange for whatever files he needs from Y/N.

"Yeah, about too. So, what do I search?" -Y/N sat in front the computer, ready to type.

"Uh, yeah. About that."

Jay stepped closer to the counter, closer to Y/N, and placed the bribe on it.

This time they aren't chocolates.

They are flowers. A small, cute, rose bouquet.

"J-Jay? What the hell?"

"Yeah... I figured the chocolates ain't making it clear."

"W-What... what is this, really? Are you-"

"I like you and would like a date... I thought I was being obvious."

"The chocolates? In exchange for files isn't exactly obvious."

"Yeah, I figured this lunch when you asked me."

"So, those files you asked, you don't really need?"

"Yeah, excuses to give you chocolates." -Jay had a sheepish smile on.

"A very risky excuse."

"Sorry."

Y/N looked at the roses on the counter. She couldn't believe it. She reached for it and grabbed it and looked up at Jay.

"So, is that a yes?"

"Yeah."

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[adri-2022]

Promise

Fandom: Chicago PD

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

Warnings: fluff/ platonic

Word count: 1745

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kev-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“…Y/N-”

“I’m sorry for intruding-” “It’s-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[kiddbegins]

INTO FOLKLORE | W. HALSTEAD

Tracklist via the characters:

Will “One single thread of gold tied me to you”

Mirrorball

Seven

This is me trying

Invisible string

Peace

Exile

Connor “It would have been fun, if you could’ve been the one”

The 1

August

Epiphany

Hoax

The lakes

Olivia “Look at this godforsaken mess that you’ve made me”

Cardigan

The last great American dynasty

My tears ricochet

Illicit affairs

Mad woman

Betty

Exile

[ragingphantom666]

DC Dimensions project plan: The Hellblazers (Vol. 1)

This series is not an assured project. It is a concept that can still be changed or scrapped.

Synopsis

After years of fighting demons wanting to take his soul, John Constantine has found some semblance of a happy life. He lives in Shadowcrest Manor with his wife Zatanna, his son Zachary, and his adopted daughter Rachel. However, a forgotten enemy has returned to torment the family by putting them into a fantasy

Characters

John Constantine - A retired occult detective and former member of Justice League Dark. He has many enemies on Earth and in Hell.

Zatanna Zatara - A retired stage magician and former member of Justice League Dark. She is the inheritor of Shadowcrest Manor.

Rachel Roth/Zee Constantine/Raven - The daughter of the interdimensional demon Trigon. She was adopted by John Constantine and Zatanna. She used to be a member of the Teen Titans.

Zachary Constantine - The son of John Constantine and Zatanna. He has a talent for the magical arts and an interest in the darker side of magic.

Charlie Halstead - A villain that once crossed paths with John Constantine and Zatanna. He is a telepath and was humiliated by John, who defeated him just by knocking him out in one punch. He has returned to get revenge by trapping Constantine and his family in a pleasurable fantasy world created by the Black Mercy.

More Information

The inspiration for this story did not come from Marvel Studios "WandaVision," but rather the episode "For the Man Who Has Everything" of DCAU show "Justice League Unlimited."

[andreafmn]

12 Days of Ficmas - Day 2

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): i broke my ankle slipping on ice but hey at least the ER nurse/doctor is cute

Word Count: 1.5K

Story Description: (Y/N) truly believes working the night shift is a cursed practice. Every time she's scheduled during that time she has some sort of accident. This one just so happened to land her in the hospital.

Fandom: Chicago Med

Pairing: Will Halstead x Fem!Reader

A/N: sorry, I posted so late. Was busy taking care of my grandma. But enjoy this short, cute story 💖

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No More Night Shifts

Working retail during the Christmas time was one of the most stressful things anyone can do. From the hustle and bustle of living in the city, to getting to work early and leaving late at night, to the freezing weather of the Chicago winter. It took a lunatic to agree to pull double shifts.

That crazy person just so happened to be (Y/N).

Her boss had asked her to fill in for a colleague that had come down with a very bad cold and could not make it in for her night shift. In the spur of the moment, she had said yes. But as she walked, the cold wind nipping at her skin, her feet sliding on the icy pavement, she contemplated returning home.

(Y/N) hated working the night shift at the store she worked in. Customers were rude, management always expected her to stay overtime without pay, and for some reason, she always got into some sort of accident when she was going back home.

And just as she had thought, the shift was a nightmare. She filled up her bad customer bingo. Which went something like this:

Mister ‘It doesn’t scan so I guess it’s free.”

Miss ‘My coupon is expired, but I’m gonna try to use it.”

The ‘You don’t mind using your employee for me, right?’ person.

The family excursion troop.

The no receipts returners.

And the people that think you’re a personal shopper.

By the time three in the morning rolled around, (Y/N) wanted nothing more than to collapse on the floor. Her whole body was sore and her eyes were tired from sleep. She cursed past her for agreeing to pick up that night shift.  She thought of being on her couch, a hot mug of tea in her hands, and bundled up with her thickest blanket with her boyfriend. She would be warm and comfortable, instead of absolutely miserable and cold.

But her daydreaming took a turn for the worst.

As she neared the bus stop, she didn’t notice the big puddle of sludge that had formed on the sidewalk. She slid on the pavement and her body collided with the frozen ground. One second she was walking and the other she was in the hospital.

***

In the Emergency Department of Gaffney Chicago Medical Center, doctors and nurses were up to their necks with patients. With the weather going down, many people succumbed to the illnesses the cold temperatures brought. Cases of colds, flu, and pneumonia trickled in and out of the hospital at a fast pace. The ED was never empty.

“How’re we doing, Maggie?” Will Halstead asked the charge nurse of the department.

“Well, we keep filling beds as soon as one empties,” she sighed. “It looks like it’s gonna be a very long winter season. Although it looks like tonight might be slowing down. You going home yet?”

 “I was just getting ready to do so,” he smiled tiredly. But the two were interrupted when the brick chirped. The doctor let out an exasperated sigh, knowing that his plans to finally lay down were just trampled. “Let me have it.”

“Incoming,” Maggie announced. “Trauma 1.”

“Talk to me,” Will told the paramedic as they walked in. That was before he took a good look at the patient.  “What happened?”

“Unconscious female, visible ankle fracture. Witness said she slid on ice and fell to the ground. She’s been in an out of consciousness. We have stabilized the right ankle with a splint and there is no sign of a spinal injury. The ID in her bag says her name is (Y/N) (Y/LN).”

“I know,” he breathed. “She’s my girlfriend.”

They all entered the room, other staff following suit. Tension built into the space as everyone noticed who it was. If they didn’t know (Y/N) personally, they knew of her and her involvement with the ED’s attending physician.

“Alright everyone, on my count,” he told the paramedics and nurses that would help transfer the woman from the gurney onto the hospital bed. “One, two, three.”

They all took hold of (Y/N)’s body, careful not to disrupt her ankle or any other injury she might’ve had. Behind them, Nurse Doris rolled in the X-Ray machine, handing Will and April a lead apron before she instructed the rest of the staff to exit the room, as well as the paramedics.

“So, it looks like it’s a bimalleolar fracture,” the doctor announced as the image came up on the screen. “Thankfully, the ankle is not dislocated so immobilizing it with a cast should do the trick.”

“Alright, I’ll get the kit.”

“Okay, let’s also get a full blood workup, and a head CT,” Will told April. “Now, pupillary response is good. Heartbeat is steady. She’s breathing on her own which is a good sign. Let’s start an IV drip with 2.5 mg of morphine…”  

 “Wait, Will, look,” she said. “She’s waking up.”

(Y/N)’s eyes started fluttering open, the bright lights worsening the headache she already had. Her whole body felt mangled and sore, and she was sure it was not from the long day at work.

“Hey, welcome back,” a voice said. “Can you tell us your name and where you are?”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I’m in a hospital because god doesn’t exist.”

When she finally opened her eyes, she suddenly did not mind that she was in the hospital. Before her, she was met with a handsome red-haired doctor. He smiled at her and she could feel butterflies forming in her stomach.

But her pleasantly surprised feelings quickly shifted to ones of embarrassment, when she noticed who it was.

“He-ey, doctor,” she stammered. “Funny running into you here.”

“Good to see your sense of humor wasn’t impaired,” he chuckled brightly. “Now, do you remember what happened?”

“I was walking to the bus stop to go back home when I slipped on a puddle of sludgy ice and now I’m here.”

“Okay. And other than your ankle and your head, does anything else hurt?” 

“My pride,” she grumbled. “I told you, the night shift is cursed.”

“It sounds to me that you were distracted and you fell,” he laughed. “I don’t think there is any curse.”

“Yet you all believe people turn crazy because of the full moon.”

“Well, your memory seems to be okay. So, I’m gonna leave you with April so she can get your bloodwork to the lab,” Will told (Y/N), a kind smile on his face. His initial panic subsided when she woke up and recognized who they both were.

“Can you stay?” (Y/N) pleaded softly.

“I promise to be gentle,” April chuckled. If there was one thing she knew about her friend it was how desperately afraid of needles she was. “I’ll draw your blood really quickly and then I’ll sneak in the IV. How does that sound?”

“Like you’re gonna still gonna stick me with needles.”

“At least the pain in your ankle is gonna stop,” Will offered. But (Y/N)’s fear was still evident on her face. “Alright, just focus on me, babe. It’ll be over before you know it.”

“Just don’t let go of my hand.”

April quickly got to work as Will distracted (Y/N) with mindless chatter of what they would do during Christmas – spend the day in pjs, drink hot chocolate in front of the fire, and exchange gifts even though they told each other not to get presents. And before she knew it, the IV dripping pain medication into her system has started doing its job.

“There,” April announced, calling the couple’s attention. “We’re all done. I’ll be back soon to take you to the CT scan – for precaution -- and to bring your results. I’ll bring by the kit in a bit.”

“Thanks, April.”

The nurse smiled back at the couple in response, closing the curtains on them as she exited.

“So, what’s the verdict, doc? Am I gonna lose my leg?”

“Nah, just 9 to 12 weeks with a cast. You’ll have to come in a coupled of times to do x-rays, just to make sure the bone’s healing as it should,” Will explained. “But don’t worry, we don’t have to amputate.”

“Well, no late-night shifts for me in a while,” she joked. “Maybe that’s what I needed to break the curse, huh?”   

“What?” he laughed. “Slipping on ice and spending your morning in the ED?” 

“Hey, at least the doctor is cute,” she said before she placed a kiss on his lips.

“I’m just glad you’re okay, baby. It was pretty scary to see you unconscious on a stretcher like that.” 

“Oh, don’t you worry, Halstead. It would take a lot more to bring me down.” 

“Alright, (Y/L/N). Settle down,” he smiled at her. Will had been terrified that something worse would have happened, but if a little slip is the worst that could happen, he could live with that. “Take this as a little Christmas gift – you won’t have to work for some time.” 

“NO NIGHT SHIFTS!” (Y/N) exclaimed excitedly. “It’s a Christmas miracle!” 

Taglist: @beckiej0073-blog @thatgirljayy

[roadtogracelandx45]

Undercover| 1| One Chicago

masterlist coming soon

@prettyinpayne

Summary: Libby, Adam, Kevin and later Antonio have to go undercover with a crime family that had close ties to the Sanfino, the crime family that Libby’s deceased husband had been involved in and her twin brother Jamie had a hand in taking down. Set before the next volume of Thin Blue Line. 

Rated M For Mature

Word count: 

**** 

One 

“Alright listen up everyone!” Hank Voight said coming out of his office and looking at his team that was scattered around the bullpen talking lowly with each other as they worked on paperwork.  

“We have a major problem. The Sanfino Crime family has hit Chicago and hit us hard.” 

“Sanfino?” Libby Reagan asked pushing her chair away from her desk. 

Hank nodded his head and looked at her. 

“I know them. Michael was involved with them, he all but sold me to Noble.”

 “He did what?” Adam Ruzek asked looking at his friend who nodded her head, “he needed a date, and who better else than the wife of his friend and the daughter of the police commissioner? They thought if they had me under their control then it would be easier not to get in trouble.” 

Her husband Jay Halstead shook his head angrily, he had heard all about this when they first got together and it upset him. 

Her dead husband had taken advantage of her and even though she was a cop she was powerless to do anything.  

“But did it stop?” Alvin asked curiously, she only ever told stories about cases that her brothers or grandfather worked but none of hers.  It was like she wanted to hide it and hide everything that happened with Michael. 

“No. Most of them got locked up and the two grandkids fled New York.” She answered as she stood up and tapped her fingers against her thighs, “The one associate of Noble’s almost killed my twin.” 

“What else do you know about Noble?”

 “He is a druggie, he would do anything for his next hit.”  Libby said as she pulled open the bottom drawer of her desk and pulled out a notebook and handed it to Hank, “I kept information, that I could remember. I kept the notebook, Riker, my partner kept it with his files.” 

“Tell them why.”

 “I came into work on a Monday morning and someone had gone through my desk. It was Michael. After his first stint in jail, he became more paranoid, jealous, and angry. You name it he was. He didn’t like me working the night shift or working with Riker.” 

“How many stents did he do?” 

“3. The third one is when he got killed.” Libby answered leaning against Jay’s desk, his fingers catching hers and squeezing them.

 “I was at my dad’s house for Sunday dinner and I get this call from the warden telling me that Michael was stabbed and I needed to get down to the hospital. The perks of having the police commissioner as a father we got there at the same time he did. They pronounced him dead after they wheeled him by me.” Libby said using her thumb to move her engagement ring back and forth.

“My family was expecting me to lose control and start crying but I didn’t, I think I was more relieved than anything after everything that he did to me and put me through it was finally over.” 

“Did you lose control?” Adam asked. 

“Yeah, I finally did after the funeral when my bitch mother-in-law tried to tell me because I started divorce proceedings before Michael was killed that I wasn’t entitled to the life insurance or anything. I flipped.” 

“Antonio you remember when Danny was here and he pushed the table into Peter?” Jay asked as he leaned back in his chair. He had been there when that happened and was right there with Danny pulling her away from Marion.  Though they were all just tempted to let the fight go on. Let Libby get out of her system. 

“Yeah.” He remembered it all too clearly, he would have done the same thing that the oldest Reagan had done when he found out that Libby had walked into a trap and was almost killed. 

“She did that from what Will told me.” 

“I threw a drink in her face too. Lucky for her that my brothers were there and pulled me away. I would have started throwing punches.” Libby said. 

Carlie Rhodes looked up at Mrs. Halstead and laughed, “And she has a mean left hook.” 

“Yes, yes I do.” the former New York Detective said folding her arms under her chest, “So what do you want us to do Sarge?”  

Hank looked thoughtful before putting his hands on his hips, “Do you still have contacts within the family?”

 Libby nodded her head slowly, “Yeah Bianca, Noble’s sister texts me all the time, she just moved from New Hampshire.” 

“Good, reach out to her. Ruzek, Atwater, I want you two with her.” Hank ordered. “Got it, boss,” Adam answered as Libby went over to her desk and pulled her iPhone out of her desk, and turned it on. 

This was her old phone and number that she only used from time to time. 

It was a reminder of her former life, the life where she was Mrs. O’Malley, the wife of a prominent lawyer who gave her everything and lived a life that on the outside looked happy. But on the inside, it wasn’t.

 Michael was controlling, abusive and angry, and Libby who was taught how to defend herself and trust cops her entire life became sad withdrawn, and not even trusting her family who was cops.

 She was scared that if she got back into this lifestyle she was going to go back to that. She couldn’t do that not now that she had Jay. 

She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.  

** 

Seeing that Libby was engrossed in her mission of texting Bianca, Jay went over to where Adam and Kevin were at

. “Keep an eye on her.” He said, keeping his voice low so only the two men going undercover with her could hear. 

“Course man.” Kevin said glancing over at Libby and then back at Jay, “Was it really that bad?” 

“Worse. Ask Carlie or Will they will tell you. Being with Michael wasn’t good for her. She drank heavily, lost a ton of weight, and almost got kicked off of the force.” Jay answered, “I am worried that she will lose control if she gets into deep.” 

“We won’t let that happen.” Adam said, “We got her back.”  The former Army Ranger nodded his head before going over to his wife and leaning against her desk. 

“You okay?” “I will be okay. Kev and Ruze won’t let anything happen to me. I have too much to lose this time around.” She said softly offering him a smile.

  He returned the smile before looking at the screen of the phone that lit up. “Looks like you are to meet Bianca soon.”  “Then we should get ready. It will take me a while to go into Mrs. O’Malley again.” 

[nade2308]

Ever since I watched this episode sometime in the summer last year, I wanted more from it after the fact, like how did Will cope with being held as a hostage for the second time in months? How did it feel to literally keep his cool in a situation like that?

It always bugged me that no one checked on him the way someone would irl when something traumatic happens, so I wrote it myself.

Thanks @thethistlegirl for all the help.

@whumptober

[wafflesetc]

leave it all behind (and there is happiness) AO3

She looks up at her husband and sees the look on his face. She’s seen this look a hundred different ways, in all circumstances, and it’s one of the things that made her fall in love with him. He knows they’re just a few blocks away, that there are innocent civilians in the line of gunfire that they didn’t ask for - that he wants to drop everything they are doing and respond to this call. It’s the Jay Halstead special, him being so unselfish and willing to drop everything at any time to help those in need. She smiles, giving a small nod in agreement.

Special thanks to my girl @spiridakos for holding my hand. 🤍

[iantomckay]

What I want right now is an angsty slow burn Rhodestead fan fic with loads of H/C.

[heatherjimshares]

So I’m loving the whole Chicago PD fan fiction stories. But here’s a thought to those who write them. The person whose related dating or married to any member of Voights intelligence group should be a singer in a rock band. It doesn’t even have to be PD it could either be fire and med.

I’m crazy but I’ve looked everywhere and no one’s written on this topic yet!

[topguncortez]

Blow to the Head - J. Halstead

whumptober masterlist || previous day

prompts: slurred words

synopsis: you had always dreamed of being a police officer, but one bad accident left you with a lifetime of pain. Luckily for you, Jay is the perfect person to be by your side.

warnings: car accident, swearing, mentions of child crimes, mentions of sex trafficking crimes, mentions of passing out, mentions of vomiting, slurring words, intense pain

word count: 1.9k

You knew from a young age that you wanted to be a police officer. Your father was, and there was something about watching him protect and save the people of the city that had you wanting to follow in his footsteps. He always reminded you that it was a daily sacrifice, that some days were easier than others. Some days, he got to do the easy things like write traffic tickets and do school yard crossing. Other days, he was arresting people for warrants or having to tell a total stranger that their loved one was killed. You were prepared to make those sacrifices, prepared for those tough days that came with the job that you so badly wanted. 

And you did get that job. You got to have your perfect job for three years. One of those years was spent in a patrol squad, before you and your partner, Jay Halstead, caught the eye of Hank Voight, the captain of the intelligence unit. You knew of Hank’s reputation from your father, and knew that he didn’t extend the invite to join the unit very often. You took the spot without thinking, easily falling into the groove of the unit. It was tough work, and sometimes the bad days outweighed the good by a long shot. But those good days. . . those good days were your favorite. 

It was one bad day that took your entire life from you in an instant. 

It was going to be a routine bust, you and Jay waiting in your jeep on the side of an abandoned warehouse, waiting for Hank’s call to move in. It had been months of creeping in on a local gang leader who had been involved in a sex trafficking ring involving children. To you, the cases involving kids hit harder. They were the most innocent group, and the easiest to be attacked. You had a chip on your shoulder the whole time while working the case, chomping at the bit to get this guy. 

“Come on, Hank,” You muttered, looking out your car window, “Come on, come on, come on.” 

“Patience,” Jay hissed, as annoyed as you are, “This guy is skittish. We move too early and we lose everything.” 

“Or we lose more kids,” You shook your head, going to reach for the walkie when gunshots fired off. 

“I lost him! Out the back!” Hank’s voice crackled over the radio, “Blue car! I got kids here!” . 

“Shit! I’m going in, chase after him!” Jay said, jumping out of the car, and running into the building. You quickly put the car in drive, going straight to the back of the building, easily spotting a blue car. You pressed down firmly on the gas, sending your jeep flying through the city of Chicago. You almost had him, closing in closer and closer, maneuvering the car so you could side swipe him. That was, until a black SUV came out of nowhere, plowing into the driver’s side. You felt your head slam against the airbag as it deployed in your face, your body jerking as the car came to a stop. 

The accident hadn’t totally crippled you. You had to have surgery to repair a broken pelvis, several painstaking months of physical therapy, and to pass the physical fitness test before you could go back to the team. Although your broken bones had been fixed, your doctor diagnosed you with arthritis, making almost every day a living hell. When you got the all clear to come back to the team, you did, for about a month, but the whole time you felt like such a burden. 

“I can’t do this, Jay,” You cried in the locker room, him kneeling in front of you, “I can’t run as fast as I used to, or jump things, or fuck, it even hurts to sit in a car on long surveillance. I can’t do this anymore.” 

“It’s okay,” Jay said, rubbing your knee, “I’m going to take care of you. We’re going to be okay.” 

Jay kept his promise to take care of you, moving you into his house almost as soon as possible. The two of you hadn’t really defined your relationship at that point, but you knew he was yours and you were his. Hank still had you somewhat a part of the intelligence unit, working more inside the house than out. It was easier for you, the days when your pain was really bad, you got to stay home and work from home. 

You knew that you were going to wake up in pain the next day. It was supposed to be an easy gym set, just some light leg work followed by a thirty minute walk on the treadmill. Usually, it wasn't an issue, you would wake up feeling that good type of muscle soreness. But the shift from warm late summer weather to the cooler fall weather had your bones feeling brittle.

You could hardly get out of bed, your knees and hips aching, your spine feeling like cement had been poured down it. It took you nearly ten minutes to pull yourself to your feet, and it felt like pins and needles. Tears filled your eyes as you shuffled your way to the bathroom to do your morning routine. You bit back a cry as you lowered yourself down to the toilet. 

Ever since your diagnosis, Jay has done all he physically could do to help you. He read nearly every article he could get his hands on, wrote down all the recipes he could find, googled all the best treatment options there were. On the days the pain was really bad, Jay would help you inject cortisone into your joints, hoping to help relax them and lessen the pain. He hated watching you like this. He hated that your careers, which had started together, had gone in such totally different ways. 

You let out a shaky breath as you tried to reach for the ginger tea on the shelf. You had already planned to take some Tylenol, and curl up with your heating pad. You texted your physical therapist and sadly she couldn't get you in for acupuncture. 

Your whole body felt weak as you picked up the tea kettle and poured the hot water into your mug. You very slowly walked to the couch, holding your mug tightly in your hands, worried that your hands could give out at any moment and send scalding water to the ground. You gently eased yourself down on the couch, letting out a groan as your body sunk into the soft cushions.

You weren't sure when you fell asleep, but you woke up to Jay's worried face in front of you, gently running his hand over your cheek. "Jay?" Your head was pounding as you looked up at him, the lamb behind his head making it look like a halo around him, "What are you-"

“You haven’t been answering your phone,” He said, “Hailey said that you canceled your lunch plans and then quit answering. I got worried.”

You nodded, “I just. . . hurt.” 

Jay’s eyes filled with hurt at your slurred voice, knowing that the pain is damn near unbearable if you canceled your plans with Hailey, “Show me where it hurts.” You closed your eyes as the tears started to fall down your face, “You should’ve called me.” 

“The case is important,” You sniffled, not wanting to look up at him. 

“You are important,” Jay said, bending down to place a soft kiss on the crown of your head, “How about a bath and a massage?” You nodded, "Alright. I'm gonna help you sit up." You nodded again as Jake put his strong arms under your back and arms, moving your body from a laying down position to a sitting one. You let out a cry and Jake pressed his lips to your forehead, "I know, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." 

“It’s okay,” You sniffled, taking in a short breath. Just that small movement sent a wave of pain and had stars dancing in your vision. It wouldn’t be the first time that you have lost consciousness from Jay trying to help you. The pain gets to be too much that your body just shuts down. You gripped Jay’s shirt tightly in your hands, willing the all too familiar feeling of bile rising in your throat to go away. 

“Do we need to go to Med?” Jay whispered. You hated having to go to Med when the pain got bad. You did everything in your power to stay away from taking heavy pain pills and going to the doctor for treatment. 

You let out a slow breath, “No. Just move slowly. Please,” Your voice cracked. 

Jay nodded his head, letting you sit up for just another moment, before sliding his arms under your legs and around your back. Another cry left your lips as Jay lifted you up and began walking to your bedroom. He hated causing you more pain, but knew that this was going to be the best place for you to get some reprieve. 

"I'll go draw your bath and change," Jay said, setting you down on the vanity chair. He moved around the room quickly, drawing your bath and adding some drops of essential oils in, as you tried to strip from your clothing. You tried to lift your shirt over your head, but even that caused you to cry out in pain. 

Jay stopped what he was doing and ran to you, "Hey, let me help you."

"I can do this," You shook your head and Jay nodded. He had learned one thing over the years that you still wanted to do as many things as you could despite the pain. When you were fully naked, Jay helped you to your feet as you walked towards the bathroom. You could smell the lavender and rosemary oils. You gripped Jay's hands tightly as you stepped into the bathtub and he helped you gently lower yourself into the hot water.

Jay sat on the other side of the bathtub on the ground, and watched you. You let out a sigh as you settled into the water, feeling the ache in your joints go from a nine to at least a five. Everything still hurt but it was a bit more manageable.

“I’m still going to call Will and have him come see you tomorrow,” Jay said, grabbing a washcloth, soaking it in the bath and then gently rubbing it across your back and down your shoulders. “You can tell him to fuck off when he gets here, but he’s coming over.” 

A small chuckle left your mouth, “Okay.” You knew there was no arguing with him on that one. You were surprised that Jay hasn’t already invited Will over to come take a look at you. 

"Do you want to ice down after this?" Jay asked, gently moving his hand in the water.

"No. Just put the lotion in the fridge," You said and Jay nodded, "You already did, didn't you?"

He smiled, "Yeah, I did," He sat up on his knees and leaned in to kiss your forehead, "I rewarmed your tea and got you some more Tylenol. Your physical therapist said she can get you in tomorrow morning. I already got tomorrow cleared so I can take you."

"Jay-"

"In sickness and in health," Jay said, and caressed your cheek, "I made a promise. And I mean it." You nodded and Jay placed yet another kiss on your forehead, making you smile.

[adri-2022]

Happy Birthday

Fandom: Chicago PD

Characters: Jay Halstead x FemReader / OC Thomas "Tommy" / OC Gianna "Gia" Halstead / Will Halstead

Warnings: Slight swearing/ fluff

Word count: 1722

Jay Halstead Materlist

A/N: Hello guys! I hope everyone is doing okay. Here is an original imagine. Portraying Thomas "Tommy" is Jacob Tremblay and portraying Gianna "Gia" Halstead is Maia Mitchell. Sending love 💖

Don't be afraid to leave your comment!

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Your boyfriends birthday wasn’t something he made a big deal about. From a certain point in time to the present days it bargained him with the memories of all the people that couldn’t be there with him, the people that had to leave too early. But nonetheless you always tried to bring him joy on the occasion, since you had started dating Jay always made sure you knew that he didn’t expect something big or anything for that matter. The only thing he wanted was his little blended family.

In a really early morning, you had all woken up to get ready for the day. Laughter and jokes filled the small house you had bought together for you and your kids. Having breakfast, sharing plans and teasing one another. And even though it was his birthday no one had said anything about it yet, you all opted to have quality time before he left for work.

There was Gianna -or Gia- Jay’s 15-year-old daughter from a previous relationship. Her mom was still around and even if things hadn’t work out between her and Jay you were all friendly towards each other, she was a nice woman. This was the difference between Gia and Thomas -or Tommy- your 9-year-old son. He didn’t have any other male figure besides Jay, his father had left a long time ago.

So because of this other young humans beings you had been hesitant to try a relationship. Having been proved wrong because almost 5 years later you’re living together and giving each other a chance to be happy again. A chance to be complete.

Sitting at the kitchen table was Jay, Gia and Tommy while you stood leaning on the sink gazing at the people that meant the most to you. A sentiment shared by the young detective.

“Alright I’m leaving” Jay said standing and moving towards the sink.

“Be careful out there okay. Happy birthday” you whispered the last part as he hugged your waist

“Thanks. Love you” he muttered before pulling away and pecking your lips with a little smile that you matched.

“Love you more. Say hi to the team for me” you said as you pecked his cheek a couple of times making him chuckle

Then he moved to the table where Tommy and Gia were making the plans for their snowy day free from school. Their relationship was very cute and even though they weren’t related by blood, they both loved each other as if they were. After all they had been really young when they first met, so they had basically seen each other grow up. As he reached the table he bent to kiss Gia’s forehead before doing the same to Tommy and ruffling his hair.

“Love you both. Behave” he said looking pointily at Gia who raised her hands in surrender making all of you laugh

“Dear father you wound me. I always behave, right Y/N?” Gia said in a matter-of-fact way, making you nod as you hummed

“Yeah right. Stop covering for her babe” Jay countered back not fully convinced and raising an eyebrow towards you

“I’m not” you said between laughs as Gia smiled innocently at her father

“They so are” Tommy whispered squinting his eyes at his stepsister

“Hush Tommy. You on the other hand. Behave, be careful and stop giving Trudy headaches” the girl said raising an eyebrow at his dad to which he squinted his eyes at her going to say something before Tommy spoke.

“Good one Gi!” Tommy said smirking

“Which side are you on?” Gia said rolling her eyes jokingly

“I’m Switzerland” Tommy said winning a snort from the people present.

“High five?” he asked Gia innocently  

“You’re lucky you match my vibe” the teenager responded as they shared the high five laughing

“I’m getting bullied by my children, unbelievable. You guys are the worst” Jay said jokingly shaking his head

“You’re the one always getting shot” Tommy said between chuckles

“Not funny” you said looking pointily at Tommy

“Did he lie, though?” Gia pitched in, making Tommy point at her before nodding his head

“Okay, alright. Now I’m leaving love you all” he said walking towards the front door.

“Love you dad” the kids responded before Jay was out the door. There was a moment of silence before Gia decided to break it.

“So- what’s the plan?” she asked smirking slightly as your son smiled at his stepsister with raised eyebrows

“You shall know soon my young padawans” you answered all three exporting the same expression as you reached for the car keys.

Now hours later you stood in front of the cakes on display in the grocery store not being able to decide on which to order for Jay.

“I think this one is perfect Y/N” Gia commented pointing to a chocolate cake on display

“And I think great mind think alike. You are 100% right Gianna” you answered smiling at her as she told the clerk the cake she wanted.

“Got the balloons ma” Tommy exclaimed from behind the balloons as he walked towards the both of you

“Tommy!” you started laughing at the sight of all the balloons

“I didn’t know which to pick. So I got one of each” Tommy’s voice muffled behind the wall of balloons

“Did you use all the money?” you asked raising a hand to your forehead

“Maybe…” you heard him say in an innocent voice

“I think you might start flying Tommy” Gia said between chuckles as you shook your head with a smile

“Also, I might’ve dragged something from the shelves in isle 3”

“Oh good god. Alright. We got balloons, snacks, and the cake. That just leaves-” your sentence was cut by Tommy

“Mom can I hold the cake?” he asked innocently as you started walking out the store

“Sweetheart, Gia already has…”

“Tell you what. You hold the cake and I’ll hold the balloons. Yep- careful- so that way you don’t go floating away” she interrupted you as she slightly bent to pass him the cake and reach the balloons.

As you had reached the house you three started putting everything together for the little surprise, just to remind him of the good things in life. An hour later between break snacks and exploded balloons you had managed to finish the little details, climbing down the stairs.

“Alright” you clapped gaining their attention,

“Balloons?” “Done” the teenager answered with thumbs up

“Snacks?” “Ready” Tommy pointed to the table

“Movie?” “Set up” your stepdaughter answered

“Cake?” “Looks delicious” at Tommy’s response both you and Gia gazed at him with an amused look

“That leaves-” Gia started reaching for her phone before the back door interrupted her

“Hey! Sorry. Long shift. I parked my car in your backyard” Will, your brother-in-law and coworker said as he rushed into the house with a guilty expression. You waved him off as he proceeded to hug everyone in greeting before looking at everything he smiled.

“He’s gonna love it” he said as he hugged you tightly.

When you opened your mouth to respond the sound of the front door filled the house. Everyone rushing around to the opposite side of the kitchen table to be facing Jay.

“Babe” your boyfriend called

“Kitchen” you shouted back hearing his footsteps heading to the spot you were all in

“Hey, did the kids open the fence to the back-”

“SURPRISE!” you all screamed. As Will blew an airhorn and the kids some cheering props

“Shit!” he said jumping startled putting a hand over his chest and closing his eyes.

You chuckled as you rushed to his side grabbing his face and smashing your lips in his, feeling how he relaxed before his arms circled you by the waist. When you pulled away you smiled before leaving kisses all over his face to which he chuckled.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY” Gia screamed pressing the air horn again as everyone laughed before Will reached to take it from her hands

“Let me take this- thank you. You are dangerous missy” he said making Gia scoff

“Happy birthday, dad. Thanks for everything” Tommy said hugging Jay’s waist the latter not doubting to hug him back

“Bud, you have nothing to thank me for” he whispered before ruffling his hair as Tommy tried swatting his hands away

“Love you dad. Happy birthday” Gia followed

“Thanks sweetheart” Jay answered as he reached for his daughter in a hug

“You may be older, but you just got handsome-ish” the teenage girl said hugging her dad with all her strength as Jay rolled his eyes. You followed the kids, leaning in the kitchen aisle as they hopped on to sit.

“Man. You get uglier by the year” Will jokingly shook his head at his brother from the other side of the table

“Guess what! I look like you” Jay responded smirking before he flipped his brother off

“Are we about to witness a fight?” Tommy whispered to Gia

“Maybe” she answered throwing candy in her mouth

“You know it’s the truth” “We can go outside” Jay and Will kept bickering as you lean to pick a candy from the bowl on Gia’s lap

“Hm interesting. Who would win, the doctor or the detective/ranger?” Tommy continued as he reach for a candy as well and munching it

“Think we should step in?” you asked looking at the Gia and Tommy

“Nope” Gia muttered as you snickered

“We’re not going outside; with your luck you might get shot” Will said pointing at Jay as the latter’s mouth hung in an offended manner

“Damn” Gia muttered eyes wide passing more candy to Tommy who gasped

“You’re right I might get shot. Bullets chase me. You can’t even keep a girlfriend” Jay countered back teasingly shrugging his shoulders  

“Uh. Low blow” Tommy said hand over his mouth, as Gia chuckled

“Real mature Jay” Will said throwing a cheering prop to his brother, being met with Jay’s mocking laugh.

“I am. Just got a lot wiser” Jay said in between laughs as he beckoned the kids to take pictures

Looking between the people that surrounded you in this kitchen you felt happiness. Jay’s smile as he took pictures with the kids and his brother would be ones of many. This memories lasting forever, saved in little polaroid’s on Gia’s memory box.

[kiddbegins]

Summary:

You knew it still hurts underneath my scars

From when they pulled me apart

But what you did was just as dark

Darling, this was just as hard

As when they pulled me apart

Fandom : One Chicago (character from Chicago PD, love interest Chicago Med)

Characters : Will Halstead / original female character, Connor Rhodes / original female character, Kevin Atwater & original female character

Relationship: m/f

Word count: idk

Warnings: fucking heart break? Idk,,,!:&/&/

A/n: idrk how I feel about how this came out but :)))))))))

[roadtogracelandx45]

Coming this weekend:

Part 4 of Currahee - Band of Brothers

Part 2 of Unexpected - Band of Brothers

Part 4 of Got You - Chicago PD x Blue Bloods

Part 1 of Someone to Love - Avengers x Gossip Girl

Part 1 of Fearless- Masters of the Air

Part 1 of Darkest Before the Dawn- Supernatural

Part 1 of On The Outside - the Outsiders

Part 2 of Royals- Harry Potter

Part 3 of All The Things That Once Were- Four Borthers

[earthtolottie]

@kitthekazoo - So, you know you told me to go for it when I messaged to say that the urge to write this was strong? Well... the good news is that I’ve made a start on it already but I may have gotten a little sidetracked and created this banner to accompany the piece; what do you think?

Random thought. Have you watched Criminal minds at all? Anyway the BAU team and Voight's team working together for some case and Will also pulled in for medical info. Penelope Garcia is a nick Namer and calls Will baby boy at 1 point. And Matt Cooper is involved in some way.

Hi Dania!!! I thought about this for a bit, because I love it, and it deserves that attention. Because, yes, I've watched a lot of Criminal Minds. It's one of my sister's favorite shows, and I've seen a lot of the episodes (some repeatedly). I imagine that kind of plotline is like...

Intelligence is looking into a serial killer in Chicago who is targeting single gay men, typically either using Grindr or just picking them up at the club, and it falls into their territory because it seems to be connected to a drug dealer, since the victims keep dying to a very specific laced drug that seems to be source-less. Unfortunately, the deaths are mounting up without any evidence leading them to the unsub, and they reach out to the BAU for help, and because of the death count, the BAU flies right out to investigate.

Jay, once the BAU lands and starts looking through the case, offers Will as a medical resource, especially given that he's been helping in the ED and drug clinics since this strain has popped up, and has been working with Intelligence to bring them more information about the drug and it's effects. He's more than willing to help, even as their tech wiz, a rival to Mouse himself, Penelope Garcia, calls him baby boy and sweetly Ginger Spice and makes him blush hot. (Jay teases Will for hours about the reaction, not realizing that Will isn't into Garcia, he's just easily embarrassed about someone seemingly flirting with him.)

Unfortunately, that does put a target on Will's back, and Will is the next victim, but Will, smart as he is, carries an antidote of sorts on him, that's not perfect but prevents him from overdosing and dying. It means he's in the hospital, unconscious, recovering but not able to provide them any information about what happened to him. So, Jay and the BAU have to connect the dots of Will's life, and surprisingly so much of his life has been hidden in shadow, and held a secret away from his brother and friends.

At the end of the clues, they find Matt Cooper. Jay knows him, vaguely, as the guy Moira almost married about a decade before, but no, he seems to have connections to Will, too, intimate connections, including videos of them together, and that's certainly not something Jay was expecting to see, or ever wants to see again. Matt Cooper, who has ties to a company known to Intelligence and the FBI for possible money laundering and mafia connections, was their number one suspect, considering the string of messages between Will and Matt recently, Matt inviting Will out for drinks the day he was drugged.

When they investigate Matt, they find more and more suspicious activity long before he contacted Will again, and Jay is sure he's their man. Following the lead of the BAU, they track him down and bring him in, but it seems, to Jay and to the agents he's dealing with, that Matt is not exactly who they're looking for. There's a whole web that begins to be revealed. This isn't just a serial murderer with a penchant for humiliating his victims and praying on men who were just looking for a hook-up. It's the start of something much darker, much deeper, and so much worse.

(it got away from me, no surprise)