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Chapters: 47/? Fandom: Chicago PD (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jay Halstead/Hailey Upton, Kim Burgess & Adam Ruzek, Stella Kidd & Kelly Severide Characters: Jay and Will Halstead's Mother, Maeve, Jay Halstead, Hailey Upton, Natalie Manning, Will Halstead, Trudy Platt, Hank Voight, Adam Ruzek, Kim Burgess, Kevin Atwater, April Sexton, Ethan Choi, Violet Mikami, Stella Kidd, Maggie Lockwood, Owen Manning, Randy "Mouch" McHolland, Kelly Severide, Joe Cruz (Chicago Fire), Christopher Herrmann Additional Tags: Jay Halstead/Hailey Upton Fluff, Domestic Jay Halstead/Hailey Upton, Marriage, Love, Best Friends, Multiple Partners, Detectives, Happy, Sad, Angst, Heartbreak, 21st District Police Station (Chicago PD), Family, Children, Celebrations, Reunions, Adoption, Violet - Freeform, Violet Upton, past trauma, Jay Halstead and Hailey Upton get their shit together, ronald booth - Freeform, A happy ending upstead deserve, Wisconsin cabin, all the feels Summary:

When a what-should-be typical case sends Hailey's haunted past flying into her life once again, how will she deal with it? Hailey wants to be able to make amends for her past regrets and make a life that is full of happiness, joy and love, but will she be able to do it? With Halstead and her work family by her side, let's follow Hailey as she navigates life with an unexpected twist.

[annieradcliff]

Forever and always our boys.

Kol’s morning walk with Halstead brothers

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sooo weird someone commented on one of my posts and then blocked me. what the fuck did I do

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Hey Kit! I have tell you that you were my inspiration for starting my blog- @willhalstead-rhodes ! Your writing is mind blowing! I would love to get a review from you!

Oh gosh that's so sweet!!! Thank you so much for reading, and I'm so glad you liked it!! I checked out your blog, and I absolutely loved the little ficlet you wrote for @daniacat 's prompt! I can't wait to ready more!!

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WITSEC Part 3: Truth be Told - Will Halstead x Reader

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PREQUEL - MOMENTS  (NSFW) - Why did you and Will break up?

Part 1: Got You - Will and you come face to face after a traumatic event.

Part 2: Phoenix - Will contemplates the events that led him to this moment.

You’ve been back six weeks when a suspect takes you over the edge of the fire escape with him. The two of you had been grappling and before you knew it, the rusted guardrail gave way, and you were tumbling towards the concrete below. It wasn’t high enough to kill you, but the perp had broken his leg and you thought from the agony that lanced through your left shoulder that you may have dislocated it. Which was why you were now sitting in one of the trauma rooms in the Chicago Med waiting for the pain killers to kick in so Doctor Choi could pop it back into the socket.

You would have preferred to be anywhere else right now, but protocol dictated that both you and the perp were taken to the nearest hospital. Being back here without Will was strange, you swore you could feel his ghost haunting the trauma bays as you lay on the bed staring at the ceiling.  You wondered what people thought of you, of this situation. Will leaving just as you came back from your tenure in the FBI. Did they think you had a part to play in his disappearance?

You heard the curtain draw back and tipped your head expecting to see Ethan, instead you were confronted with the stoic expression of Natalie Manning.

“I thought the two of us should have a chat.” She said as she drew the curtain shut behind her.

“You know what Nat? I’m really not in the mood.” You informed her, gesturing at your arm.

“You’ve been dodging my calls.” She said, coming to stand alongside the bed so the two of you were eye to eye. “And if this is the only way the two of us get to talk so, be it.”

“I forgot how much you enjoy a captive audience.” You snarked, meeting her ferocious gaze with one of your own. “And we both know why I haven’t been picking up the phone.”

“Things have changed.” Jay told you back in a hospital room in Virginia. “He’s getting married.”

It had been a blow, you had to admit that, but you swallowed down that anguish because Will deserved to be happy. You were glad that he’d found someone to love him, to care for him, someone who could put him first.

“I’m pleased he found someone.” You told Jay. “Someone to look after him.”

Jay shook his head, before his hand came to rest on yours, squeezing lightly.

“No, you don’t understand.” He said quietly. “It’s Natalie, he’s marrying Natalie Manning.”

It had been like someone had stabbed you right through the heart and twisted the knife because Natalie had been a friend, a close one. It was Natalie you had first told about the job you’d been offered, Natalie who had encouraged you to take it because this was a once in a life time opportunity, Natalie who had told you not to worry, she would keep an eye on Will.

“You can’t be mad at me for falling in love with him.” Natalie said softly.

You knew how empathetic Will was, how understanding, how compassionate. He dived into everything with his heart and his soul, and it was invigorating to be around someone who lived like that, who wasn’t scared to be honest about who they were and what they wanted. He was easy to love.

“But I can be mad at you for pursuing him.” You retaliated. “Tell me, were you in love with him the whole time we were together or was it just after I left?”

Natalie’s lips clamped together, her gaze lowering. And you knew, you fucking knew.

“The whole fucking time?” You whispered. “Was our friendship even really about me and you?”

“I liked you.” she shrugged. “I cared about you.”

“You just cared about him more.”

Natalie said nothing, you sat there reeling at the information. You had suspected of course but suspecting and knowing were two different things and it felt you had been doused with ice water, your brain couldn’t function as you backtracked over your entire friendship with Natalie.

“Why did you come back?” she asked you. “Why now?”

You clenched your jaw, you could feel that pain and that anguish building up inside of you, you’d lost everything. Your lover, your friend and almost your life and Sarah, you had lost Sarah. It was acute and violent the grief, it washed over you like a wave.

“I didn’t come back for Will.” You fold her.

Her shoulders seem to relax at the statement, her fingers twisting the engagement ring on her finger. The one you’d found in his jacket pocket, the night you had told him about the job.

“Did you know about the investigation?”

“No.” You said honestly. “I got back a couple of weeks before it went down. It wasn’t even on my radar until that night.”

You didn’t tell her you had been on medical leave until the day it happened. Your first day back in Intelligence was when you realised something was going on with Jay. You’d been the only one left in the Squad Room when he had gotten that phone call, you’d heard Will’s name and you knew, you just knew something was horribly wrong.

Tell me, you had begged him. Jay could never lie to you, he knew you were the only one that was as invested in saving Will’s life as he was, that wasn’t focused on taking down a target. He filled you in on the way over to Med, you watched as he persuaded Connor to bring his informant out of sedation and you thought of the toll it must have taken on Will. How much pressure he had been under, how sick he must have been to be involved in something like this to have to hide it from the people around him, to balance so precariously on a knife edge of two lives.

When you’d seen him standing there, covered in blood you thought he’d been hit, and the air had rushed out of your chest. When he moved towards you, his hands running through your hair with that wrecked expression you couldn’t help but fall for him all over again. Those feelings you had buried, they never really went away. All you could feel was relief. Relief that he was alive and standing there before you and for the first time in two years you felt like you could breathe again.

“He’s moved on.” Natalie’s voice penetrated your thoughts drawing your attention back to her.  She fixed you with a hard gaze as she walked back towards the curtain, one hand gripping it. “You should too.”

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If you were marrying Will Halstead, what color would you have your bridesmaids and what flowers would you have? Also tagging @bullet-prooflove @writercole @willhalsteads @deanstead @squadmuse, @halsteadgifs @halsteadlover @allthosedarlings!

I would probably go with a neutral color like this. I don't know why but brightly colored bridesmaid dresses always look so bad and cheap to me.

Thank you for sending me down this wormhole though. Googling that was a lot of fun. <3

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Some Will girls to follow!! @deanstead @writercole @halsteadlover @halsteadgifs @escapingrealtiylovinginsanity @kiddbegins @annieradcliff @squadmuse @willhalsteads off the top of my head enjoy 😉

ty I think I follow a couple already, I’ll have to follow all of them so I can be officially converted

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quinncaseyprivate this is why i was late lol. also thanks matty for being on clean up duty @/mattcasey @/kellyseveride

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kellyseveride LOL. It’s fine. We love Peigh

mattcasey I got you new containers for sugar so this doesn’t happen again.

quinncaseyprivate awwww you love me

jayhalstead Future detective?

quinncaseyprivate in your dreams

willhalstead Or doctor

otis Or a firefighter!

sylviebrett Or paramedic

quinncaseyprivate or you know an heiress to the company

mattcasey I like that idea. Least dangerous.

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locked down with you (1)- jay halstead

jay halstead x fem!reader

summary: a series of scenarios between y/n and jay whilst they quarantine together

requested?: nope but requests are open :)

warnings: language but basically just fluff

a/n: still being in lockdown has made me think about what it would be like to be living with jay during these times. the following is just a strange combinations of scenarios i have thought about. not sure i how i feel about them :/

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day 1 of lockdown

“is that the last box?” jay called out as he reappeared from his room with a sweaty brow and a large smile on his face. he wasn’t sure if he would ever get used to seeing your clothes hung up beside his own in his wardrobe, or your shows lined up beside his by the door. it was strange, but it felt... natural.

“i think so, wow is it sad that my whole life can be packed up into 5 boxes?” y/n asked, collapsing onto the sofa breathing out heavily. jay let out a small chuckle, before he joined her, melting into the cushions that supported their bodies. 

“well that’s not true, that was just your clothes, you still have an entire apartment of things waiting for you back home.” he corrected, with a smug smile pointed. the pad of it flicking her nose, making a childish giggle escape her parted lips. “but who knows by the end of this thing you might need to bring those over too.” jay hummed, leaning closer to her with lustful eyes. in a matter of seconds, his lips pressed lazy kisses against her neck, the sensation taking y/n’s body to a new level of euphoria

“just give it a week, halstead. you will be so sick of me you will have to kick me out.” she challenged, watching as he pulled his lips away from her skin for a moment. allowing their foreheads to rest against one another, eyes both equalling challenging the other to make the next mood. in a moment of weakness, it had been y/n to lean forward, igniting the warmth in their chest. 

“if anything, i don’t think i will be able to let you go.” his breaths were rugged, only parting to say the last few words before he reconnected their lips. his hands respectfully running over her body, admiring the way it curved and held its unique shape. 

he sure could get used to this.

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day 3 of lockdown

“jay!” y/n whined impatiently as she threw her head back to demonstrate just how tired she was becoming. a strange ache running up her spine from the position she was currently sat in. her back arched as she rested against the arm of the sofa. her fingers pinching a pencil as she looked between her sketchpad and the angelic man sat a few centimetres away. “i thought i told you not to move.” 

jay’s eyes narrowed in confusion, as he looked up from the pile of paperwork he had to complete by the end of the day. seeing his girlfriend sat in a large hoodie that she had stolen from their wardrobe and a pair of shorts, a look of boredom and frustration etched on her features, he had to question what the hell was going on.

“what are you talking about?” jay asked, in all honesty, he had been so focused on his work that he had tuned the woman out. from the look of art supplies spread over the floor, he could only assume she was occupying her day off with fulfilling her craving to be artistic. 

“you know what, it doesn’t even matter anymore,” she sighed, closing up the book in her hands. “it was stupid anyway.” she muffled into the sleeve of her sweater, attempting to walk out of the living room towards the kitchen, a place she had labelled her ‘happy place’ from the moment she stepped into the apartment. slight guilt seeped into jay’s mind as he pushed himself away from the sofa cushions and wrapped her up in his bulky, warm arms.

“i’m sorry.” he apologised, arms trapping her in what only could be described as a bear hug. from her small frame, jay managed to rest his chin on the top of her head, until he brought his face down to kiss her cheek softly. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry.” he repeated between each.

y/n felt her mood slightly, reminding herself of the effect the man had on her. she felt like mush in his hands that he was able to sculpt in whatever way he wanted and she had no objections. 

“now what do we have here?” he spoke more to himself as he took the sketchpad from her hands, his fingers playing with the edge of the pages until he stopped on a page with a rather large sketch. the pencil lines were faint, but it didn’t take jay a moment to recognise the large image illustrated on the page. “holy shit, y/n.”

feeling her cheeks heat up, she tried to hide her face with her sleeves. she didn’t like to share her work with anyone, with fear that she would be laughed out of the room. but listening to jay’s taken aback tone made the butterflies in her stomach jump without any consideration for y/n’s wellbeing.

“i know it’s not the best, but-.” she attempted to denounce her clear display of talent by breaking out the embrace, but jay only held onto her tighter. using what control he had to turn her around to face him. he had placed the sketch on the coffee table, so he could focus fully on the beautiful woman standing in front of him.

“it’s amazing,” jay assured, his gaze diving deep into the soul present behind the beautiful colours of y/n’s eyes. “you are amazing, i’m sorry i’m so busy.” y/n didn’t need an apology. she knew that jay’s job was much more demanding than her own. it just seemed being forced to do nothing didn’t feel as good as when she chose to do nothing before any of this quarantine business was mentioned. 

“do you want some help?” she offered, not wanting to intrude. her teeth brought in her bottom lip to bite in anticipation worried she had crossed the line. jay’s hand reached up to rest on the side of her face, his thumb resting on her chin as he brought it down to rescue her lip.

“you are the best, you know that?” 

“ugh, come on, romeo.” 

day 9 of lockdown

“okay-.” y/n began as she entered the bedroom, her body wrapped in a towel and her hair leaving water droplets behind her. it was sometime in the late afternoon and jay was laying on their bed. his attention had been caught by a book y/n had brought, but it had been stolen when she had entered the room.

“i don’t know what you’re about to say but i know it’s going to be a bad idea.” jay discouraged, he knew her. he knew her more than anyone else in this world. the way her voice had raised slightly at the end and she was currently avoiding eye contact with the detective, telling him that she was about to make to offer a foolish plan.

“no fair, you have to at least hear me out!” she whined like a child, searching around for her bras that were normally flung in different directions, thanks to a little too happy detective. jay watched her with a loving grin, she made him feel so alive. 

“okay, proceed.” he gestured as though he was king of the castle ordering his servants around. flicking her middle finger up at the man, disappearing into the bathroom once again, but her voice could still be made out.

“i want to dye my hair!” jay couldn’t see her face, but he could imagine the little hop she had done in excitement at telling him about her idea. “or maybe shave my head, you know, since lockdown could go on for the rest of the year, it’s not like anyone will see it.” 

letting out a deep chuckle, he waited until she reappeared to respond. her body, cladded in sweats (for once ones that belonged to her), collapsed down beside him. curling into the side of his body. she stared up at him dazedly, trying to read the thoughts behind his eyes.

“it’s your body, your choice,” he shrugged, his right hand coming to his side so he could grab ahold of her own. when interlocking their fingers, he made sure to run his thumb over her knuckles comforting. “i don’t care if you shaved off all your hair and your eyebrows whilst wearing a potato sack, you will always be beautiful to me.” 

“i love you.” she hummed, leaning up to kiss his lips.

“i love you too.” 

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day 16 of lockdown

“y/n hurry up it’s on!” y/n heard as she grabbed a few beers from the fridge. as she reached the living room, she grinned at the sight of kevin, kim, adam, will, natalie on the computer screen. 

“hey guys!” she squealed, giving jay a beer before putting the rest on the coffee table that the computer currently rested on. 

“oh shit, now i owe kevin 10 bucks.” adam whined, his image slightly pixelated from his poor connection. frowning, y/n looked towards jay that was equally as confused. they then turned their gaze towards kevin, who wore a large smug smirk.

“ruzek here betted me 10 bucks that you two would have killed one another by day 14.” y/n let out a snort of laughter, throwing her head back in amusement. of course, kevin had bet in their corner, had it not been for him, jay and y/n wouldn’t have been together in the first place. 

“honestly i wouldn’t have blamed you, y/n,” will spoke up, “it takes a saint to deal with jay’s slobbiness. i think i have only ever seen jay clean his room twice, mom always took pity on him.” will chuckled, making jay cower in embarrassment. y/n had seen first-hand jay’s ability to create a mess in a matter of minutes. a stray sock here, an empty pizza box there. before she knew it, they were eligible for Hoarders USA. 

“shut up, will, are we starting this quiz or what?” jay changed the subject, trying to get over the embarrassment of being laughed at by their closest friends. in an attempt to cool him down, y/n hooked her pinky around his. offering him a soft smile when he looked up in her direction.

“hope you guys are ready to lose.” she teased, turning back to face the screen. jay watched the way she acted so freely, a kind smile never slipping from her face, her touch soothing his soul. at that moment he couldn’t help but think ‘this will be the woman i marry’

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day 34 of lockdown

“-alright, alright i think he’s on his way. i’ll see you later.” y/n rushed out as she jumped off her position sat on the edge of the bed. her heartbeat was thumping against her chest as she shoved her phone back into her pocket, aware the sound of water had fallen silent. 

it was jay’s birthday and y/n had been planning it for the past two weeks. unfortunately, it was well known that y/n y/l/n was awful keeping secrets. it was as though when she knew something, good or bad, she felt an immense amount of pressure, which ended in her exploding and spilling all to the one person she normally wasn’t meant to. but she was determined that this would be like the other times. she had gone the extra mile in avoiding conversation with jay, knowing one slip and her whole plan was ruined. 

“hey, baby!” jay yelled, y/n’s body jumped in shock. his footsteps growing nearer until he appeared in front of him. his muscled torso on show as his bottom half was hidden away by a large grey towel. jay noticed y/n’s jumpy behaviour immediately, his eyes drawing nearer as he examined her face. “what’s wrong?”

“wrong? with me? pfft, nothing’s wrong with me. absolutely nothing. w-what’s wrong with you?” she rushed out, leaning her weight against the dressing table until her hand slipped and she quickly caught herself before hitting her head on the wood. jay shook his head in amusement, he had been worried for the past few days that he had upset the woman. she was unusually quiet, which normally indicated that something was wrong, considering she hated silence. 

“doesn’t matter.” 

seeing jay withdraw from her made her want to reach out, but her mind already ticked over to something else. running into the guest room, she reappeared with a shoe-like box. not knowing what to say, she shoved the box in his direction innocently. jay pecked her lips lightly, taking the box and taking a seat as he ripped the sparkly paper she had found in a random drawer.

removing the box lid, he peered into the box with curiosity. in a matter of seconds the teasing look fell from his face, replaced with a loss of words. in the box resided memories that up until that moment had been in the back of jay’s mind. letters that the pair had sent back and forth all those years ago when he had been enlisted in afghanistan. photos from jay’s police academy graduation, dates, christmases anything that held a sentimental feeling y/n wished to recreate. 

“y-you kept all this stuff?” he asked, his fingers grabbing a small blue teddy bear that’s fur was slightly matted from the dust that had tainted its texture and colour. the very bear y/n had brought jay the time he had broke his arm back when they were kids, she had forced her mother to buy the bear from the giftshop knowing that it would cheer the boy up. she was right, of course she was right.

“of course i did,” she whispered, resting her chin on his shoulder, watching him study each individual object. “throwing away any of this stuff made me feel like i was throwing a bit of us, you know?” y/n felt stupid, but only the slight blush on her cheeks gave it away to anyone that looked close enough.

“thank you, thank you for everything.” snaking his arms around her, he brought his chest close to his chest. sometimes he felt like they were still the kids that would climb through each other’s windows just so they could hold one another and remind the other they weren’t alone. “i love you so much, i’m so happy i have you in my life.” 

the tears brimming in y/n’s eyes were not missed by the detective, he didn’t miss anything she did. she was like art to him, something beautiful, at times a little misunderstood, but beautiful nevertheless. lifting his head to connect their lips, the two took their time, slowly allowing the lust to push its way through. before it could progress any further a loud blare made them jump apart.

“what the-.” jay began, watching as y/n pushed her way off the seat and running out the door. hesitantly he followed, leading his way out of the house until he found y/n grinning childishly. 

“happy birthday, man!” pulling his eyes away from his girl, he found the familiar cars driving slowly down the road. the lights on the large black cars blaring as kevin leaned out the front car, whilst adam and kim leaned out the second. with the confusion seeping into the feeling of surprise, he felt y/n leave his side before reappearing. this time, her arms held out a large cake that had clearly been homemade considering the way the lettering that spelt out ‘happy birthday, jay’ slowly got smaller towards the end.

“you did all this for me?” he asked astounded, despite y/n being the most affectionate and loving person he knew.

“of course i did,” she responded as if it was the most ridiculous questions she had ever heard. “i meant what i said jay, i love you. this is the least i could do considering all you do for me.” the heart to heart was rudely interrupted by the blaring of a car horn.

“you guys can do your thing later, just blow out the candles!” adam complained, earning a thwack over the arm by kim. “i mean, totally up to you, buddy. happy birthday!” 

jay chuckled, as he took in a deep breath and blew out the many candles that sprinkled over the sweet treat. before he ignored the cheers of his friends and kissed y/n passionately. 

“this might just be the best birthday ever.” he grinned. 

“happy birthday, baby.”

[attempting-to-write]

One Shot: Mass Casualties

Summary: What happens when the younger Halstead visits the park when there is a mass shooting. Based on Chicago Med S03E18. Characters: Will Halstead, Jay Halstead, Reader Halstead (sibling) Trigger Warnings: Mass shooting, death, blood, violence, injury, swearing.

Word Count: 2,558

Y/N = Your Name

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Chicago characters, those are owned by Dick Wolf.

It was a normal day for you, you had gone out to visit the block party at millennium park with some of your close friends. There was a band and concert playing in the distance, you hummed to the music as you felt the nippy breeze that touched your skin ever so softly.

“Y/N, we are going to get some food, do you want to come?” One of your best friends asked you as they started to walk in the opposite direction to you.

“No I’m ok, I’m just going to stay here.”

“Alright then” your other friend sighed, leaving you so that they could go seek out some kind of delicious snack.

You had already eaten before you came out as you were a bit short for money considering the predicament you had found yourself in, the predicament is the fact that you were living with your brothers.

You stood acknowledging your surroundings, breathing in the fresh air, listening to the ruckus and chatter around you. Everything was peaceful until a single shot rang out and everything around you went into slow motion. You froze unsure of what to do, your heart racing, your feet firmly planted on the ground as you looked around you. People began dropping like flies as the single-shot turned into a rapid-fire. All around you, everyone began to run pushing you out the way as they scrambled for their lives, leaving the less fortunate on the ground to fend for themselves. 

Panic rose in you as all hell broke loose, still, you could not find yourself moving until you felt a firm hand grab you, you looked at the complete stranger who  didn’t seem to be in as much shock as you were in. “We have to go” he shakily spoke as though he wasn’t just witnessing what you were. You nodded briefly noting the fact that pretty much everyone around you was on the ground or had cleared the scene, leaving you out in the open.

As your feet started to pick up off the ground one by one picking up your pace, you heard another shot fire and the man who was merely in his 20′s, just a bit older than you dropped to the ground. You bent down to the guy, wrapping your arms around his shoulders getting ready to drag him when another shot came flying your way. The warm feeling of blood oozing out of your shoulder made you whimper, but you weren’t going to let go of the complete stranger who had saved you.

You managed to drag him, with much difficulty, behind a petite concrete wall, tall enough so that you could crouch unseen, but not tall enough so that you could stand. Will being your brother had taught you all of the basics of how to keep someone alive if you ever encountered this situation. You pressed your two fingers against his neck searching for a pulse, nothing. Pulling up his t-shirt you saw the bullet wound that had pierced his chest, almost definitely nicking his heart in the process. You shook your head as you let out a small sniffle.

It had only been a mere two and a half minutes before the shooting had started and you had already managed to get someone killed. Where were the police you thought to yourself, thinking they should be responding quicker than they were. Just two and a half minutes could change someone's life completely. Before you had time to attend to your own wounds you heard a soft whimper and staggered crying coming from somewhere in front out you. Peeking your head above the wall you saw a small boy crying over a lifeless figure, he could be no more than six years old. You ran over to him as stealthy as you could trying to ignore the shots that were still being fired.

“Hey,” you said placing a hand on his little shoulder as he sobbed. “I’m Y/N, what’s your name.”

“Hunter” he whispered back through his sobs. You looked down at the women who he clung to life to, a singular bullet straight through her head, you knew she was gone.

Glancing down to her hand you saw her clutching a car key. “Hey Hunter I need you to be really brave for me, ok?” he nodded in response. “Do you know which one’s your mom’s car is?”

“The red one” he pointed to a truck around ten metres away from where they were.

“And do you know how to unlock it?” his red-rimmed eyes met yours as he slowly nodded again. “Can you take your mum’s keys and run and put yourself in the car?” you asked hoping that the little guy would be up to it.

“Ok. What about mommy?”

Your heart broke as he said this, “I will take care of your mom ok?” he nodded a little bit more full of life this time. “Now go!” you urged, placing the keys in his hand and urging him to run.

You were so close to running after him, but the adrenaline coursing through your veins was enough for you to keep pushing on, keep helping as many people as you could.

You stood up darting to the next person you could, you felt a pulse and quickly dragged them behind the concrete block before doing it, to the next person that you found who had a pulse. Before your mind had time to process what you were doing you found yourself in the middle of the park, you stood frozen for the second time today as you saw the back of the shooter.

You knelt down and felt for a pulse in a person, there were no signs of life so you stood up. “Fuck this” you muttered under your breath, as you ran full pelt at the guy who had already taken so many lives today. When you were just under a meter away he spun around the barrel of his gun facing at you, stupidly enough this didn’t stop you, instead, it just fuelled the burning anger building up inside of you.

“You bitch” he yelled, he fired three successive rounds into your stomach before you were clutching the gun in a battle to survive, you were a lot stronger than he had anticipated, you both fought to push the gun to point at the other. You let out a scream as you pressed the trigger, this action causes the bullet to puncture his neck causing him to yelp out in pain. He fired another round into your stomach before he fled, mingling into the wounded.

The blaring of sirens brought you back to your senses as you pressed a jacket you had found on the ground to your stomach. Police started to swarm the area and paramedics were beginning to attend the wounded.

You ran as fast as you could get the help from a bystander who helped you load the two people you had dragged behind the wall into the car, where Hunter was waiting. You were a tough person someone who could handle a lot of pain, but this time you were surprised you were still standing. The people that helped you scurried off into their own cars helping others whilst you got into the driving seat of the red truck.

“Hunter do you have the keys” he let out a whimper nodding his head in response. You saw the blood trickling from his shoulder, you hadn’t realised that he had been shot, how could you miss that? 


You turned on the engine and stuck the car into reverse backing it out of the spot, before practically flooring it to Chicago med. The whole time you were doing this you were just praying to yourself that you didn’t lose consciousness as you could feel your forehead becoming clammy and your vision became more and more blurred.

You skidded to a halt outside of the hospital's entrance, where there were over a dozen ambulances, and nearly the same amount of police cars, as well as some random cars. Your stop wasn’t exactly graceful as you heard the people slump forward in the back of the car, realising that none of you had taken you time to put on seatbelts. Hunter climbed over onto your lap and you pulled him in tight, which helped to secure the jacket that you were using to apply pressure to your stomach with. You clambered ungracefully out of the car. “Can I get some help, please” you screamed using all your strength left.

Two nurses came over as you directed them into the back of the car you had driven, they shouted orders to get a gurney as you stumbled your way to the entrance. You walked into the ED, looking around, the floor was caked in blood and the iron smell became somewhat pungent.

You briefly stood there looking dazed before a familiar voice greeted you. “Y/N?” Maggie looked at you putting one hand on your shoulder, which so happened to be the one where you first of all got shot in. 


You winced slightly at her touch, “He’s been shot” you bluntly stated practically shoving him into Maggie’s arms.

When you did this the jacket slipped to the floor as you picked it up before pressing it firmly against your stomach again.


Maggie’s eyes widened in horror at the situation before her. “Can I get some help over here” she yelled causing her fellow colleagues to become alarmed, Maggie always remained calm and practically never felt this panicked before. 



You began to feel light-headed, as your legs felt wobbly beneath you, you grabbed onto the counter before trying to pull yourself up. As you squinted trying to keep your eyes open you saw Dr Manning approaching Maggie.

“He’s ok. It’s a through and through” Maggie said reassuring Natalie, “You need to check on Y/N, though”, Maggie quickly pointed in your direction to where you were slumped over.

“Y/N?” Nat questioned almost in disarray, before running over to you and wrapping your arm around her shoulder. 


She helped you keep the pressure on your stomach, “It’s bad isn’t it.” She didn’t answer you, but at that point, you didn’t need an answer, you could see it in her eyes.

She guided you onto the bed and you stared blankly up at the ceiling, whilst medical jargon was being thrown around by the doctors. Trying to keep your eyes open you looked up at Nat who was just about to leave, “Nat” you whispered, the pain finally surging through your body. “I saw him.” Dr Manning looked at you with sympathetically, before rushing off into the ED.

The nurses had hooked you up to way too many machines to count, and they had started two IV lines, one that was giving you a blood transfusion and the other was a clear liquid, you couldn’t quite make out what it was, afterall you weren’t a doctor. At this point you found it very hard to stay awake, that was until a flash of red hair appeared above your face, you tried to focus your vision, “Will?”

“Hey it’s ok I’m here.” He brushed some of your hair out of your clammy face. “You’re going to be ok.” At this point it felt like more of a reassurance to him than to you. “You know three people wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for you” this time he clutched onto my hand squeezing it.  He paused before speaking again, “I love you”, his voice became raspy like he was trying to hold back his tears.

Your heart sank as you realised the real reason behind this speech, they didn’t think you were going to make it. “I love you too Will”, a tear rolled down your cheek, was this your goodbye. “Tell Jay I love him too.”

 

You could see his body sag as he realised that you knew what was going on. “I will I promise.”



“Hey Will”, a worried Natalie commented, “We’ve got to do this now.”

Will hovered over you again, his eyes fixated on yours as he let a stray tear roll down his cheek. “It’s going to be ok” he promised clutching your hand, but you knew that there was a large chance that this could be an empty promise.

As Nat pushed the meds in you felt your body slowly start to shut down, “His neck….. I got his neck” you murmured before slipping unconscious.

Will looked at Nat with confusion as she inserted the tube into your throat before scurrying out of the room when he saw Jay.

“Jay” he piped up, bringing his brother into an unexpected hug.

He pats his back before pushing his brother away from his, “Will I’ve really got to go.”


Will placed a hand on Jay’s shoulder before he had a chance to walk away. “Jay its Y/N.”



His eyes widened at the mention of your name, “What do you mean?” Will shook his head before he had a chance to explain you were getting wheeled out of the room heading towards the makeshift OR which was in the doctor's lounge. “Y/N” Jay gasped, not knowing what to do. “How bad?”



“It’s touch and go,” Will said his voice straining to remain steady and professional, “Y/N got shot five times by him…” Will could see that Jay’s blood began to boil as his hands clenched into a tight fist, showing the whites of his knuckles. “Jay she said something” Will stuttered before continuing, “Y/N said something about the shooter, Y/N got him in the neck I think.”

Jay’s eyes perked at this, as he ran over to Maggie, “Have you got anyone matching the description of a white male, brown hair, dark pants with an injury to the neck?” The desperation in his voice was evident.

“Yeah over there” Maggie pointed, catching onto what he was saying, due to the sense of urgency in his voice.

Jay stormed over to the cubicle to find it empty, and that’s when he saw Dr Charles coming in with the shooter on a gurney, he looked down at him with hatred and anger in his eyes. He went over to Dr Choi as he went into the room, “He’s the guy” he stuttered, “Don’t you dare let him die, he doesn’t deserve to get off that easy.” Jay’s face was ridden with pain as he stepped back to embrace his brother into a love ridden brotherly hug.

The slow rhythmic beeping noise woke you up as your eyes fluttered open catching your two sleeping brothers on either side of your bed. So many questions moved through your mind. How long was I out for? What happened? But those questions didn’t matter anymore to you as both of your brothers startled awake at your movement. “Hey” you whispered in a husky voice.

The two of them erupted into smiles when they saw you awake. “Here take this”, Jay handed over a glass of water to which you gratefully accepted.

“Did you get him?” You asked. Despite the fact, you had so many other questions this was the one that had been pressing at the forefront of your mind for so long.

“Thanks to you” Jay smiled squeezing your hand.

“How are you feeling?” Will asked starting to reach over to the call button.

“I’m fine, I’m just glad I have you two here.” You all shared the classic Halstead grin with one another and you knew that it was going to be alright.

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Only With You - Will Halstead x Reader (NSFW)

As requested by @cosmic-psychickitty a companion piece to Missed You

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Will’s hands were on your hips as he guided you into the bedroom. His lithe body fitting perfectly against yours as he kissed you with a heated lips and a desperate mouth. His fingers threaded through your hair, gripping it in his fist and drawing your head back so that he could meet your gaze.

“You want this?” he asked you, his breathing ragged as he stared into your eyes. “Do you want this as much as I do?”

“God yes Will.” You murmured, your palms running over the contours of his chest through his shirt. “It’s been far too long.”

Will breathed you in, inhaling that familiar scent of jasmine and daffodils. It was heaven, the undeniable aroma of bliss and ecstasy, it haunted his dreams whilst you were away. He kissed you fervently, like a man seeking out oxygen.

“Christ darling, I need you.” he whispered against your lips, his thumb trailing along the line of your jaw. “Need to make you feel good.”

He was falling all over again; he could feel it in the way his heart soared when he looked into your eyes. He savoured the taste of your skin on his lips as he laid you down upon the bed, his hips slotting perfectly against yours. He wanted this forever, the passion, the adoration, the knowledge that you loved him as much as he loved you. You didn’t say it, but it was there, in your actions, the way you touched him. He felt cherished and wanted.

All the other women he fucked in that year apart, they didn’t even compare to you. You were in a league of your own. He watched as you undressed him, his back against the headboard as he pulled you into his lap. It was a sensuous experience, a seduction, your blistering hot fingertips trailing over the dusting of hair on his chest as you unbuttoned his shirt. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t function, he could only allow himself to experience the pleasure you bestowed upon him.

When your hands raked through his unruly curls, tugging his head back he knew he was lost. You were the only person who had ever understood his needs. He whined as you kissed his throat, your teeth grazing over the sensitive spot just underneath the hinge of his jaw.

The things you did to him, he hadn’t experienced them in a such a long time, and they left him wanton and needy. His cock was leaking when you unzipped his jeans, a perfect droplet beading on the tip. You swept your tongue across the head, tearing a gasp from his throat as his hips bucked.

“Darling,” he whimpered. “I won’t last if you keep doing that. I want you with me.”

“Oh baby, do you need me that badly?” You teased as you straddled his lap, your moist core rubbing across his throbbing cock.

“Oh God darling,” he mumbled, his palms encompassing your breasts, his lips ghosting over one of your nipples. “Please just let me fuck you.”

“So beautiful when you beg Will.” You told him, gripping his unruly curls in your fist as his tongue flicked over that nub.

“Fuck you’re dripping all over me.” He murmured as he turned his attention to your other nipple, sucking it into his warm mouth. You cried out, as his fingertips tweaked your other swollen nub. “Still so responsive for me, even after all this time.”

“Always with you Will.” You said looking into his eyes. “Only with you.”

You sunk down slowly, ensuring he felt every single inch as you took him all the way to the hilt. He felt like he had died and gone to heaven, his hands came to rest on your hips, holding you in place so that he could savour the moment. You felt so good around him, so perfect. He wanted to commit this to memory, this sensation, this feeling. He didn’t want this to be a one-time thing, he wanted to be a part of your life. He wanted dinner dates that turned into early mornings, evenings that ended with the taste of whiskey on your lips as he kissed you. He wanted your highs and lows, your bliss, and your happiness. In short, he wanted you.

You made love slowly, driving Will to distraction, with your noises, your movements. He knew there was no way in the world that he could let you go again. You were his and he would spend the rest of his days making sure you knew that. When you climaxed, you took him over the edge with you, your cunt gripping him as he buried his face into the hollow of your throat and groaned. It was loud, the way it always was with you, it vibrated through his chest as he held you close, still rocking against you in the aftermath.

“I love you.” he whispered, his lips ghosting over your sensitive skin. “Darling, I never stopped loving you.”

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