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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 1 month

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Jay Halstead: Sensory Overload

I’m not sure how I feel about this one...But I spent the time writing it so you might as well get the option to read it. It was definitely better in my head.

Warnings- Mentions of sensory overload, minor violence

There is now a part two To Be Continued

You continued tugging Jay down the hallway of the police department. He and Adam had just gotten into a loud and unnecessary fight. Jay had been irritable for the last few weeks from the pressure of this case that involved an old military buddy of his and Mouse weighing heavily on him. He had crossed the line when he had swung at Ruzek connecting firm with a well-aimed hook that had knocked the other officer flat on his ass.

Jay hadn’t protested when you had grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out of intelligence and down to the locker rooms. But he did when you pulled him through the room and into a smaller hallway out the back. “I know, I know I shouldn’t have hit Ruzek-” You snort at that. “I said I know I fucked up.” You open a half-empty supply closet, and the lights flick on automatically. You pull Jay into the room and the door slams closed behind you. “What the hell. If you're looking for a hook up all you had to do was-”

“Shut up Jay,” His eyes meet yours before you reach back and flip off the light switch. He expects a forceful kiss and you to start tearing at his clothes. Why else would you possibly take him into a secluded room and turn off the lights? Jay wasn’t complaining. You were an attractive woman, and he would have to be blind not to notice. He is taken aback when instead you release your grip on his forearm, and he feels you shift back a step. “Just take a few breaths,”

“I’m not having an anxiety attack.” Jay shoots back his voice bouncing harshly off the walls. His skin crawled when he thought others viewed him as vulnerable.

“I know,” You soothe, “Just for once listen to me. Take a minute.”

Jay scoffs, muttering to himself as he shifts on his feet before reluctantly doing as you say. He is already here, standing in the dark, feeling more than a little bit ridiculous. He might as well oblige you. It takes almost a full minute before he understands. He can feel his body reacting to the change in stimuli.

When he had been up in the intelligence bullpen it had been stiflingly hot with the air conditioner being broken down. His clothes had clung to him making his skin feel too tight and like his nerves were trying to crawl their way out of his flesh. The florescent lights had been making his eyes burn and he swore the hum from them was echoing through the room. Everything was loud in that room. It seemed like everyone was yelling instead of talking, the noise reverberating through his head and making his head and behind his eyes throb.

This room is cold and dark. The only sound is the two of you breathing and the hum of the air coming through the vent. He could feel his irritation calm. His body was relaxing, the throbbing in his head dulling. It was as if a dial had been spun down to the lowest setting on everything. Jay sunk into the feeling.

When his thoughts returned to him, he wasn’t sure how long you had both been standing in the dark room. “How did you know to do that?” He had whispered but it sounded louder, breaking through the silence.

“It helps me, I was hoping it would help you too.” You whispered back. “Sensory overload can be completely consuming.”

“Sensory overload,” Jay repeats trying to think if he had ever heard anything about it when he had done his mandatory counseling in the army. It sounded vaguely familiar but nothing concrete when it came to information. That's when it occurred to him. “Is this where you sneak off all the time?”

You hum in agreement, “It helps when I’m having a hard time. When I need a minute to myself before I get back to it. I hope it helped you too.” You feel slightly awkward. You had been so sure that it was what Jay had needed when you had drug him down here. He sounded better but you couldn’t be sure. The two of you weren’t close. It was mostly your fault. You were on the shyer side, not a detective but a forensic scientist for the department.

Jay was cocky and sassy, always sure of what he was saying. It was intimidating. Not to mention you found him just a few degrees too high in the looks department. Despite that, he was a sweet guy. He had, on more than one occasion, stopped people from talking over you or butting in when you were laying out forensic information. At first, it had been awkward knowing you had everyone's full attention on you when giving your reports. In the end, it gave you a confidence boost.

You hadn’t been thinking when you had grabbed his forearm and yanked him to follow you after he had laid out Adam.

“It did,” Jay rasped, “Thank you.” He was closer to you now. You could feel his body heat like a walking furnace burning next to you. You trembled as you thought of the implications of the two of you being locked in this room together. His own words about hooking up ring back through your ears. You had flushed brightly with embarrassment that he had blissfully missed because of the darkness you had blanketed the two of you in.

“We should probably get back,” It had been a significant period, and you were starting to lose your rationality of the relationship you two had.

Barely friends, maybe not even friends.

You heard his agreement, his focus returning to the case at hand, and felt him take a few steps to the door. He was reaching for the light switch when the impulse overtook you. You grabbed his forearm again to stop him from turning on the light. You pressed up on your toes and pressed a full but gentle peck on his lips. It was quick and chaste. Your confidence had died off quickly leaving you feeling embarrassed.

Your heels had barely touched the floor again when Jay’s body was wrapped around you. His lips captured yours in a heated, lingering kiss. It was the only thing you could focus on. The intensity was wild and burned through you singeing all your senses.

When he pulled back, he traced your bottom lip with his calloused thumb, “To be continued.” He promised.

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fangirlfrom-hell · 6 months

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One of Those Days || Jay Halstead x Halstead Sister

We deserved more interactions between Kim and Jay, that's all I'm saying.

I was thinking about this day where I was feeling super shitty at school, my self harm habits were horrible back then and I always wanted to cry. Since my mom was working, I texted my aunt and she took me to her house. She knew I was pretending to have a headache, but anyway followed my game. My little cousin lend me her bed to lay down and she decided it was a good idea to read The Little Prince for me to fall asleep 💕

“Do you want me to call your dad?” The receptionist at school asked the girl infront of her. Her head was slightly lowered and her hair covered a good part of her face.

“Can you call my brother instead?” Becca asked in a low crackly voice.

The receptionist sighed, “Sure. But you know I can’t let you go without your dad’s permission”

The girl nodded and sat in the hard plastic chairs of the office to wait while the woman spoke on the phone.

“…Yes, she has a headache…She’s alright, but seems like it’s getting worse. The nurse checked her, but can’t really do much. Sure, she’s at the office. Thank you, Mr. Halstead”

“Becca, your brother will be here as soon as he can. Go get your stuff, I’ll call your dad to let him know”

She didn't really have a headache, but it seemed like "fake it 'til you make it" was a real thing because she was now starting to feel discomfort in her head. Although it might have been because she was struggling not to cry in front of everyone. Her nose was now red, and her eyes were watery. Everybody thought it was due to allergies or the flu, but in reality, she was swallowing hard, trying to retain tears rolling down.

“Let’s go, Beccs”, Jay said while picking up his sister’s backpack from the floor.

The walk to the parking lot was silent; she knew that if she talked, she would burst into tears. A hole in her chest appeared the minute she saw her brother, and now it was growing fast inside of her.

Jay was eagerly typing on his phone, dealing with work issues he couldn't leave for later. He was worried; since he received the call from the school, his gut told him Becca's emergency wasn't about being sick, and now, even looking at her sideways, he could confirm it.

The detective opened the car a few steps before they reached it. Both siblings went to the same side of the truck, the girl ready to jump inside, while her brother was putting her belongings on the back seat. When Jay closed the door, Becca was still outside waiting for him. She was scratching her eye, and as soon as their gazes crossed, she started to silently cry. Instinctively, brother and sister took a step forward to hug each other; there was no time for Jay to bend to her height, so she squeezed his waist tightly.

"Did something happen, or is it only the feeling?" He tilted his ear to be able to hear the answer.

Becca moved her head, saying no, her face still sunken in his stomach, "Only the feeling."

"Alright," he softly said. They stayed like that for a moment before actually going inside the truck.

With a mixture of affection and concern, Jay stared at his sister before starting the car. "Do you want to talk?" He spoke gently. Her delicate attempt to wipe away the evidence of her tears with the sleeve of her sweater tugged at his heartstrings.

Becca despised being seen in such a fragile state; the vulnerability on display only heightened her emotions. It struck her as ironic that the very person who made her feel secure and shielded, her brother, was the one in front of whom she felt the most exposed. In the tumult of her emotions, Jay remained her safe person, the only one she could trust.

"It's the pain in the chest, the black hole. It's growing."

He frowned with a slight nod. Jay knew perfectly what she was talking about, and he hated to be so powerless about it.

"I don't want to go home," she begged. Becca's face made Jay's heart drop; you could see the pain in her puffy eyes and her cheeks a bit swollen along with her pink nose.

He swallowed hard, "I honestly wouldn't take you there even if you asked me to. You are coming with me, but I still have things to do at the bullpen."

“I can wait”

On the road back to the 21st District, Jay’s phone never stopped ringing, but anyway he passed by a drive-thru to get an ice-cream for Becca, a nice attempt to cheer her up a bit.

“Feeling a bit better?” He asked before getting inside of the building. At least, the crying was controlled for a moment. “Alright, let’s go”.

It was obvious she had been crying, but nobody said a thing about it. All the cops, detectives and seargets greeted the girl with a warm smile and acted normal around her.

Becca stayed in the coffee room and never got out of there. After all the weeping, exhaustion took its toll, and she found herself drifting into sleep on the arm of the sofa. Jay periodically entered to check on her, his stress evident as he felt the weight of time pressing against him. The clock relentlessly ticked away, yet the workload showed no sign of diminishing.

Kim noticed, and after preparing to leave by taking her coat and bag, she approached her friend. "Hey! I'm already done here and heading home. If you want, and if she wants to, I can take Becca with me. I just need to pick up Mak from school, and then we'll be home."

The detective hesitated, “Uhm—“

"Look, I don't know what's going on with her, but at least she can properly rest there..." Kim's voice carried a note of genuine concern, her eyes reflecting a mix of empathy and worry for both of them.

They turned their heads to see how the girl was all tangled in her spot.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. That way you won’t have the pressure—I mean, you’ll still have the pressure, but it will be different knowing she’s comfortable in a safe place…I know the feeling, Jay”

After a few seconds of deliberating in his mind, he thankfully agreed only for his sister’s comfort.

“Don’t worry, don’t rush. You can pick her up whenever you can, doesn’t matter if it’s late”, Burgess said before departing and Jay knew she was honest, “I’ll take care of her”

Makayla was delighted with Becca's presence but was too shy to interact with her. Since they didn't have visitors often, this was kind of a new experience for her.

"Mak," her mom called, "Becca is not feeling very well, would you lend her your bed for a little while so she can rest?"

"Sure!" Despite her short life, Makayla's tender heart had already weathered enough storms, shaping her into a compassionate soul capable of understanding when someone else was beaten down or in pain. She sensed all that in Becca and was willing to make her feel good. "I can even lend her my stuffies," she added as an innocent gesture. Now addressing their guest directly, she continued, "They'll keep you company and won't be scary if you wake up in the dark."

Kim guided Becca to the room and arranged everything for her, picking up some clothes and toys that her daughter had left on the floor. Meanwhile, Makayla was opening drawers and climbing them to reach the highest shelf where the books were placed.

"There you go, make yourself comfortable," Burgess said while still fixing the unmade bed.

“And I’ll read you something to help you sleep”, Makayla approached holding a big book with her small hands.

“Mak, sweetie, no. We’re going out while she sleeps, okay? But you can read to me”, she took her hand to lead her out.

“No, mom. She doesn’t need to be alone right now”, Makayla’s big dark eyes were over Becca. “She needs a story, that’s what you do when I am sad”

Suddenly, the pain in Becca's chest intensified, and the gaping hole seemed to expand. It was as if her new little friend could read her mind. Becca yearned to be alone to release the pent-up tears, yet a lingering understanding told her that solitude might not be the best course of action.

“It’s alright, Kim. This her room, after all”

“Yas!” Mak jumped out of excitement. “Now, you lay down here and close your eyes. I’m going to read you a story that always make me feel better when I am not happy…”

With a smile and slowly going out of the room, Burgess leaved the two girls alone.

“The Little Prince is one of my favorite books too, Makayla��

“I knew it” her smile was bright.

As Becca listened to the reading, she feigned sleep. A few tears escaped her eyes, but she skillfully concealed them. Eventually, the reading ceased, and Becca sensed Mak's tiny face drawing near, checking if she was truly asleep. The youngest Halstead heard Makayla's footsteps departing from the room, but then she returned, placing a stuffed animal between Becca's arms. "Don't leave her alone, Buttons," she whispered before descending the stairs with her mommy.

Slowly, Becca opened her eyes and as soon as she made sure she was alone, she started an intense crying, trying not to make a lot of noise. She turned to give her back to the door, hidding in case someone came in. Clutching the stuffed animal tightly, she cried until exhaustion enveloped her, eventually lulling her into a fitful sleep.

She awoke in Jay's bed, disoriented about how she got there, a Mak's plush toy still nestled between her arms. Rising from the bed, a sudden wave of dizziness hit her, her head throbbing, and the discomfort in her chest persisting. When she emerged into the living room, her brother was seated on the sofa. Becca raised Buttons with one hand, a question mark etched on her face, silently seeking an explanation.

“Makayla insisted you should take it for tonight”, he answered simply.

“Oh. That's sweet”

"How are you feeling?" Jay asked, standing up to approach her, but she just shrugged. "Stupid question?"

"It's just—"

"One of those days," he completed. "I know."

"A terrible one, and it's not over yet" There was a long silence and Jay knew she was trying to say something, so he gave her time. "I was scared, Jay."

Those last words sent shivers down his spine, he understood what she was referring to and was also frightened but couldn't admit it in front of her. He masked his concern, assuring her, "You should never be scared, I'm here with you."

"I know", she gave him a hug.

"Do you want to talk now?" Becca hurriedly said no only with her head, and her brother understood.

"Okay", Jay sighed, "You haven't eaten a thing all day. Food should make you feel better. What about pizza, a movie, and the company of your favorite brother, hm?"

"What? Is Will coming?" Becca teased him, finally smiling.

"Ha! A joke, that's a sign that you are already feeling better."

The evening unfolded and laughter echoed through the room as they enjoyed the movie. Yet, even in her weariness, Becca managed to stay awake for a fleeting moment. As she drifted into sleep, the pain in her chest, a constant companion throughout the day, was miraculously eased by the gentle touch and care of her brother.

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halsteadlover · 1 year

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Locked In pt. III

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x F!Reader.

• Requested: yes by anon.

• Warnings: angst, lots of swearing.

• Word count: 4198.

• A/N: so this is 3rd and last part of Locked In and I want to apologize in advance for how this turned out. I hope you’ll like this one and if you want please comment, like and reblog, it’d be amazing. Thank you so much for your support, constantly, you are all serious the best I can’t express in words how happy you all make me with even a reblog or a comment! Love you all so much ❤️

<- Part one - part two

Four days passed since your assault in the prison and you’ve never been happier in your life to go back home, starting to lose your mind in that hospital room.

That bastard had really messed you up: head trauma, rib fractures, bruises around your neck and all over your face, split lips, bad knuckles, internal bleeding. The pain relievers and meds were helping to keep the pain at bay a bit but they certainly couldn't stop the twinges between your ribs every time you stood up or even took a deep breath.

You were so excited to go home, although aware that weeks of rest lay ahead, weeks in which you knew you would certainly lose your mind.

And the situation with Jay didn't make things any better.

After the bomb he had thrown at you, in fact, Jay had completely disappeared.

It was no use writing him message after message, calling him and every time the robotic voice started the voicemail when you called him, you felt the anger growing more and more inside you.

He never came back to see you, not even once and this, in addition to giving you uncontrolled anger, made your heart break, because you’d never, ever have imagined he’d behave like that.

Your mind travels in every direction during those four days, you thought of every possible scenario but none of them helped you find a plausible explanation that could have justified his behavior.

His words kept running through your head for every second in the days following the attack and, given the evolution of the situation, you began to think they were just a lie, a dirty lie.

He said he loved you, he said he had feelings for you, what kind of person acts like that? What kind of person confesses their love and then run away like a coward and disappears?

You couldn't help but cry, God, you cried so much in those days, tears you didn't even know you had. You cried because you felt like an idiot, because you felt so vulnerable, because of the fear that ran through your veins when that prisoner kept hitting you again and again, because you needed him so much but he wasn't there next to you, you needed one of his hugs, because you loved him so much it started to make your heart ache and your stomach twist, because the only person who could make you feel better was the very person you were crying for.

You were standing in front of your hospital bed while packing the last things in your bag when suddenly you heard a knock on the door of your room. You quickly wiped away your tears, trying to act like you weren’t just crying.

“Come in.”

The door opened and your heart started pounding as your subconscious hoped it was Jay. That hope, however, quickly vanished when Voight’s figure appeared in front of you.

For an instant you felt so stupid for even one second hoping it was Jay.

“Good morning sarge,” you greeted your boss with a slight smile as you closed your bag's zip.

“Good morning to you. How are you feeling kid?” Voight asked, hands thrust into his pockets.

“I've been better,” you replied with a light laugh “But med’s are working so it will get better.”

“I'm sorry,” was all your boss said. “But you're about to get out of this horrible place. Come on, I'll take you home.”

“Oh, no, no, you don't have to sarge. I can ta-…”

“I won't take no for an answer kid, I didn't drive here for nothing,” he interrupted and you could tell from his tone there was no room to argue.

“Okay,” you sighed “Thank you,” you continued, slightly embarrassed.

Since you were hospitalized Voight – as well as the rest of the team – came to see you every single day, always asking how you were and if you needed anything.

“You didn't have to come, really, I could’ve taken a cab home,” you said as you and Voight walked to the car. Needless to mention he even insisted on bringing you your bag.

“It's not a problem for me Y/N, after all it's my fault you got yourself into this situation.”

You turned your head to the side and looked at him in confusion. “It's not your fault sarge.”

He sighed, looking at the ground for a moment before returning his gaze to the road. For the first time since you started working in the unit you saw a side of him… Did he feel guilty?

“Yes it is, Halstead was right, it was my fault I decided to send you alone, if there had been someone else with you this probably wouldn't have happened.”

You tried to ignore the thump in your heart just hearing Jay's name provoked you. “No sarge. You have no idea of the chaos there, you’d most likely have been dealing with two injured agents instead of one, there is nothing you or anyone else could’ve done to prevent what happened. It was just bad luck that I found myself there at the very moment of a riot.”

He looked at you for a moment but didn't answer. He just nodded.

“Sarge can I ask you something?” you asked. You were in the car, en route to your home.

“Sure.”

“Jay…” you whispered, almost afraid to ask about him, “Did you hear from him?” you continued, playing with the fabric of your jeans and nervously torturing your nails. You looked down, as if you were afraid of his answer.

There was a moment of silence before Voight answered. “He just texted me four days ago to say he needed a few days off, but I haven't seen him or heard from him.”

You sighed, not knowing whether to be worried or just angry at that point. You had a whirlwind of emotions circulating inside you that you didn't even know what to listen to first. You were so mad at him for the way he was acting, for the way he walked out on you without even giving an explanation, and you were damned worried at the same time, because it wasn't like him to disappear like that.

When you got home, Voight insisted to walk you to the door and at that point you figured the guilt he was feeling must be really strong.

But when a “Surprise!” literally made you jump on spot as soon as you entered your apartment, you really understood why Voight had insisted on accompanying you. The whole team, along with Trudy, friends and other colleagues from the department were there to welcome you back.

One by one they hugged you and you couldn't hide the emotion especially because the person you most wanted to hug, unfortunately, wasn't there.

The following days were pure hell.

Although staying at home allowed you to rest, you began to terribly miss going to work, catching criminals, chasing them and even starting to count the days until you returned to the district.

You hated sitting and lying on the couch every day and zapping from one channel to another became unbearable.

And not hearing any news from Jay made you even more furious and angry towards the world. You found yourself checking your cell phone every minute of the day with the hope of finding a notification of a call or a text but nothing.

What if something happened to him? What if he's not okay?

These thoughts continued to haunt you and not having your mind busy during the day made these thoughts and your worry even more amplified. You were so anxious to the point that, desperate, you decided to go looking for him.

You dressed quickly and with no little effort you left the house, heading towards your car. You drove to his house but Jay wasn't there, neither was his car. You went to Molly's but he wasn't even there or in the other usual bars he used to go to.

At that point you went to his brother's house, the only person who could know where he was.

When Will opened the door he was surprised to see you there. “Oh, hi Y/N, how are you? Can I help you?”.

“Sorry for popping up unannounced Will, but have you seen Jay by any chance? I haven't heard from him in days and I'm a little worried.”

A totally surprised and confused expression came over Will's face at the same time, as if he had no idea what you were talking about. “What?”

“Will, if you know where he could be please tell me, he doesn't answer calls and messages…”

“He called me a week ago telling me he was going out of town and he needed some alone time,” Will replied. “But I thought you knew that.”

“No, he ran away shortly after I woke up in the hospital and I haven't heard from him since.”

“He usually goes to the family cabin in the woods when he doesn't want to be disturbed.”

“Can you give me the address please?”.

“Y/N…”

“Will please, I would never ask you that if I wasn’t so worried. I just need to know that he's okay,” you said, a lump in your throat as you tried not to let your emotions overwhelm you.

You avoided telling Will you would’ve most likely strangle his brother as soon as you saw him.

He looked at you for a moment, watching your features contracted in a worried expression and finally nodded. “I will text you the address.”

The car ride to this cabin would’ve been quite peaceful if it hadn't been for the incessant rain that prevented you from seeing even a meter in front of you. It took about thirty minutes to get to this cabin and you internally breathed a sigh of relief when you saw his car parked in the driveway.

“Fucking asshole,” you muttered through gritted teeth, already feeling the anger building inside you.

You parked your car behind his and got out. From your car to the cabin it was only a two minute walk but that was enough for you to get wet from head to toe, given the intense and excessive rain.

You knocked on the door of the cabin and if you hadn't been so angry, you would’ve taken the time to admire the beautiful view that surrounded the house.

Jay was lying on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, one leg resting on the other and his hands intertwined on his stomach when he heard a knock on the door. He was lost in his thoughts and the sound of the rain against the windows was the only thing that kept him company.

Dazed, not expecting anyone to visit, he walked to the door but when he opened it he expected everyone to be in front of him, but not a soaking wet, furious but mostly beautiful you.

His expression turned into one of pure bewilderment, so much so that he couldn't even formulate a single sentence that made sense.

“Are you fucking kidding me Jay?! Are you serious?!” you exclaimed loudly and if that cabin hadn't been the only house within miles, everyone would’ve heard you.

“Y/N…-“ he stammered, not knowing what to say, totally bewildered.

“Y/N?! That’s all you have to say?! Are you out of your fucking mind disappearing like this?! Do you have any fucking idea how much I was worried about you?!”

“I know but listen to me for a moment please…-”

“No! Like hell I'm listening to you! I don't want anything to do with you anymore!” you yelled in anger, your hands in the air and trying to ignore the pain that your injuries caused you “I can't understand how you were able to disappear like that without giving a damn about anything or anyone…-“

“Y/N, please…” he tried to speak, but in vain. He'd never seen you this angry, not once in all the years he'd known you. You were a fury.

“No, no ‘please’ Jay! You have no right to ask me please, you have no right to ask me to listen to you not after what you did! Do you remember what the fuck you told me?!”

“Of course I remember Y/N how could I not?” he replied, “But let’s go inside please, you're soaking wet and I don't want anything to happen to you.”

“Why do you care?! Do you care the slightest about me and what happens to me?! I'm not going into your fucking cabin!”

“Of course I care about you Y/N what the fuck are you saying?!” this time it was he who raised his voice.

“Great fucking way to show it you asshole,” you spat, running your hands over your wet face in frustration “You know what Jay? Fuck you, I don’t want to see you ever again.”

You began to walk away towards to your car, intending to leave. You were so angry that not even the heavy rain could distract you.

“Y/N! Wait damn it!” exclaimed Jay as he ran after you, instantly soaking himself from head to toe. “Y/N please let me talk to you!”.

“No Jay I won't let you talk! I've called you a thousand times, sent you a thousand messages and you haven't bothered to answer me not even once! Not even to know how was I! What if I was dead? Huh?” you exclaimed stopping abruptly and turning towards him. You tried to ignore how beautiful, disarming and bloody breathtaking he was even in the pouring rain, with his hair soaked, his clothes clinging to his body, water droplets falling on his face.

“I'm sorry Y/N! I know I was an asshole but there hasn't been a second I haven't thought of you believe me...”

“Believe you?! Are you serious?!” you laughed ironically “No I don't ducking believe you Jay and I can't even believe you could even say such a thing! I don’t believe a words that’s coming out of your mouth. You confessed your 'love' and ran away like a coward, when I needed you most Jay! How can I trust you?!” you nearly screamed, trying to hold off the tears that threatened to stream down your face. Some managed to escape, but they mixed with the water on your face. “Did you even think what you said?!”.

“What the hell are you saying?! How can you even think that! Of course I love you Y/N how the fuck can you doubt that!? Do you think it was that easy for me to say or admit it?! Huh?!” he exclaimed, waving his arms in the air, also getting angry.

“And where the fuck were you Jay?! Where? Where were you when I needed you? You abandoned me damn it, you don't do something like that if you love someone!” you yelled “And don't you dare try to blame me now! You're the one who ran away, you're the one who left me in a hospital bed knowing I couldn't follow you!”.

“I'm not blaming you, my god,” he sighed in frustration running his hands through his hair “Y/N can we talk for a second without yelling at each other? Please? I want to explain everything to you…”

“No,” you replied in a dry and decisive tone “I don't want to listen to you Jay, I don't care what you have to say and the fucking excuses you want to give me. I just came all the way here to see if you were okay but you seem to be doing more than perfect so I'll get out of the way.”

“Sorry Y/N! You’re right about everything! I was…”

“A fucking bastard that's what you've been!”.

“I know! I know damn it, you're fucking right!”.

You interrupted him again. “I don't care Jay! I don't believe a single word you say! I'm not going to stand here and get dumbfounded with few sweet words and get mocked by someone who pretends to profess love for I don't know what kind of reason!”

Jay looked like he'd just been stabbed in the chest—in fact, those words were more painful than any stab wound would ever be. He was silent for a few moments but that silence infuriated you even more.

“I hate you so much Jay Halstead, I'm hating you so much right now because you're a fucking bastard! Because I cried so much for you and I was so scared that something had happened to you, because I thought I could always count on you, that I could always find you next to me when I needed it most,” you cried, now completely lost of control of you “I hate you because when I was in that damn prison and that bastard was beating the crap out of me all I could think of was you! How much I love you and how I would never be able to tell you and if only you weren't ran away like a coward I would’ve told you! That I love you so much and I was fucking scared of ruining everything!”.

Jay was paralyzed as he felt every word you spoke cross his heart and enter him. His eyes never left you for a second as he scanned every inch and inch of your face, the way the water slapped the hair against your forehead, the way your brows furrowed with anger and the way where your lips moved as you spoke.

He felt like such a piece of shit.

And you were right.

You were right that anything he said would’ve been of no use at the time.

So he did the only thing he thought it was right, the only thing he'd wanted to do ever since he'd set his sights on you.

He grabbed your hips and pressed his lips to yours and for the first time since you'd arrived at that cabin silence reigned supreme again, if it hadn't been for the sound of the rain.

It was all so surreal. It looked just like the scene from a romantic movie, the classic kiss in the rain. But there was more to that kiss than romance.

With that kiss Jay tried to express all his displeasure, he tried to tell you he too loved you more than anything else in the world, he tried to apologize because you didn't deserve to suffer, especially because of him.

Your lips were even softer than he ever imagined and no matter how many times he imagined what it would be like to kiss you, the imagination was in no way comparable to what actually kissing you made him feel and he knew right then that kiss would change his life forever.

You tried to fight it but you couldn't, because even before your mind could understand what was happening, your body had already reacted to that kiss and without realizing it you were returning that kiss you so ardently desired.

Your lips moved in harmony against each other, as if you did so many times.

Your body was boiling despite the cold and shivering that wet clothes and rain gave you and, God, that moment was even better than any scene in a romantic movie.

In a moment of lucidity, however, you broke away from that kiss by placing your hands on his chest in an attempt to push him away but his hands instead continued to squeeze your hips.

“Jay no, please don't do this to me…” you begged, crying as you pounded his chest as if to push him away, even though your subconscious wanted nothing more than to be close to him. “You're an asshole...”

“Shh, it's okay, come here,” he whispered, hugging you, one arm around your shoulders and the other hand resting on the back of your neck as he stroked your wet hair. “I'm so sorry, so fucking sorry, I hate to see you cry and know that I hurt you.”

You cried on his chest and it was absurd how the person who was causing your discomfort was the same one who was hugging you and whispering sweet words.

He broke away from that hug shortly after but his hands cupped your face, so that you were forced to look him in the eyes.

“I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry,” he started to speak “You didn't deserve this, especially at a time like this where you were vulnerable and needed me. But I was so scared Y/N. I got overwhelmed by the emotions of the moment, by the fear I had of losing you and never seeing you again. As soon as you woke up I let my heart speak for me but then I realized it was hasty and selfish of me, that you didn't deserve me to tell you I love you on a goddamn hospital bed and the thought that I could’ve destroyed the relationship between me and you, which is the best thing that has ever happened to me, drove me out of my mind and I panicked… The fact that you couldn't feel the same threw me into such a spiral of fear I didn't dare to even look at you because I knew I would be crushed to hear you say you didn't feel the way I do...”

His thumbs continued to caress your cheeks, as he felt tears streaming down his face. “I know all of this probably doesn't even make sense but please don't ever doubt what I've said to you because Y/N… I swear… No one has ever made me feel the way you make me feel and I love you in a way I never even imagined I could love someone. I know I was a piece of shit for leaving you alone in such a delicate moment, when you needed my support and I will never forgive myself for that. I've been a coward and there's no excuse for how I've acted towards you, you have every reason to be mad at me but please, please, you have to believe me when I tell you that I love you, that you make me feel things I’ve never felt before...”

You remained silent, not knowing what to say. You kept looking at him, your eyes alternating between his bright green eyes. You couldn't stop the tears and in that moment you thanked the presence of the rain.

“Please say something,” he whispered, his stomach twisting with anxiety. He had probably ruined the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to him, and he would never forgive himself for it. He understood even just from your look what you were thinking: you didn't believe him and how could he blame you, he had been a real coward.

“I…I have to go Jay,” was all you said, taking steps backwards. You stood there for a few seconds looking at each other. A sad and pained expression was painted on Jay’s face and it broke your heart seeing him like that. But you needed to be stronger, where was him when you were crying for him? Damn it, he didn’t even bother to ask if you were discharged from the hospital or not, if you were okay, if you were home or not, why would you believe him? What guaranteed you at the next hitch he wouldn't run away again?

“Y/N…” he whispered your name in a prayer as you slowly continued to back away. You wanted to go, you desperately needed to, but it was so damn hard, you couldn't walk away in cold blood like he had and you knew that broken look on his face would haunt you forever.

“No Jay, I can't. I can't believe you, I really can't. You are so good with words, messing me up and leaving me there without even an explanation, without even waiting for what I had to say, you thought what you wanted to think and now these are the consequences. Who guarantees me that next time I’ll need you, you won't run away again?” you cried.

“Y/N I swear I will do anything to make it up to you, I’ll prove how much you mean to me, how much I love you…”

“I don't care Jay,” you cut him off. Your gaze moved for a second to your muddy shoes and you took a deep breath to try to regain control of yourself, ignoring the intercostal pain that crossed you, “I'm leaving now. I’m happy to see you’re okay. Goodbye.”

And that was how you walked away, never looking back, because you knew if you did and you saw Jay cry as he tried to stop you, you wouldn't be able to do it and you probably would’ve fallen for it.

He stood there for quite some time after he watched your car pull out of his driveway cursing himself for probably forever pushing away the only person who knew him most, who had always stood by him, even when everyone turned their back on him.

He knew he ruined the best thing that has ever happened to him, you.

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Got Each Other's Back

In the gritty streets of Chicago, the lives of the officers of the 21st District Police Department were often entwined with a complex web of relationships. Among them were siblings Adam and YN Ruzek, both committed to the same cause but navigating their own challenges.

One evening, as the city's lights painted the pavement in a mosaic of colors, Adam found himself in a quiet corner of the bustling police station, his thoughts heavy with a recent conversation. YN, his sister, had always been his confidante, a pillar of strength in the face of adversity. But lately, a lingering unease had settled between them, casting a shadow on their bond.

Leaning against a desk, Adam's gaze fixated on nothing in particular, lost in his own contemplations. YN entered the room, her footsteps echoing softly. She looked at Adam, concern etched across her features.

"Adam," she said gently, breaking the silence that hung between them.

He turned his head to meet her gaze, his blue eyes clouded with unspoken emotions. "YNN," he began, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and vulnerability, "I just... I don't understand. Am I not good enough for you?"

YN's brows furrowed, her heart aching at the pain evident in her brother's words. She stepped closer, her expression softening. "Adam, that's not it at all. You know I'm proud of you, of the officer you've become."

Jay Halstead and Erin Lindsay, two of their closest friends on the force, observed the scene from a distance. They exchanged knowing glances, understanding the complexities that often came with family dynamics. Jay's hand found its way to Erin's, a subtle reassurance passing between them.

YN continued, her voice unwavering as she met her brother's gaze. "You're more than good enough, Adam. It's just... things have been tough lately. We're both under immense pressure, and sometimes that stress gets the best of us."

Adam sighed, his shoulders slumping as he absorbed her words. "I don't want us to drift apart, YNN. You mean the world to me."

Touched by his sincerity, YN closed the remaining distance between them and embraced him tightly. "We won't drift apart, Adam. We're family, and that means we'll weather these storms together."

As the siblings held onto each other, Jay and Lindsay shared a brief smile, reminded of their own journey through challenges both personal and professional. In the heart of Chicago, amidst the chaos and camaraderie, these intertwined lives forged bonds that could withstand even the harshest tests.

The city's pulse continued outside, but within the precinct's walls, the heartbeat of friendship and family remained resolute, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

The door to the precinct swung open, and Hank Voight, the grizzled and experienced sergeant of the Intelligence Unit, walked in. His presence commanded attention, a mix of authority and understanding that seemed to seep into the room.

Voight's eyes fell upon the scene before him – Adam and YN, locked in a heartfelt embrace. He paused for a moment, his stern demeanor softening imperceptibly. He had seen his fair share of family dynamics over the years, and he knew the importance of these connections in a world that often seemed devoid of constants.

Approaching the duo, Voight's gravelly voice broke through the silence. "Everything alright here?"

Adam and YN pulled away from each other, their expressions reflecting a mix of emotions – relief, vulnerability, and a hint of embarrassment.

"We're okay, Sergeant," YN replied, her voice steady. "Just working through some things."

Voight nodded, his gaze shifting between them. "Good. Remember, whatever's going on out there," he gestured vaguely to the bustling city beyond the windows, "you've got each other's backs in here."

Adam nodded in agreement, a newfound determination gleaming in his eyes. "Thanks, Sergeant."

Voight clapped a hand on Adam's shoulder, the gesture a blend of encouragement and mentorship. "And don't forget, Halstead and Lindsay here, they've weathered their fair share of storms too. Lean on your colleagues – that's what makes a unit strong."

Jay and Lindsay shared a knowing smile, their presence a testament to the bonds that had been forged through trials and triumphs. Voight's words hung in the air, a reminder that they were part of something greater, a team that extended beyond the confines of professional duties.

As the precinct continued its relentless rhythm, the interplay of relationships and camaraderie persisted, carving deeper into the souls of those who walked its halls. In the heart of Chicago, where shadows danced along the edges of the cityscape, the officers of the 21st District Police Department navigated the complexities of life, bound by the unbreakable ties of family, friendship, and a shared commitment to justice.

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rexferguson · 1 year

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so, you’re telling me that hailey, who didn’t take off her ring for the presumably months that jay didn’t answer his phone (not even when she found out he applied for an extension from his supervisor!), who never once talked shit on his name, who leaves him messages telling him she understands, who encapsulated their apartment from the time her husband left, who said “miss you, love you” maybe 24 hours before, just decided to take off her ring on her own accord and we’re supposed to believe that? that’s the storyline they think we’ll buy into? it’s not an honorable memory for jay halstead because jay halstead would never do that. it’s a shitty take on a couple who fought tooth and nail to be together when they were put through the ringer. two characters that stood by each other’s sides, brought each other out from the dark time and time again both as partners, friends, boyfriend and girlfriend, and husband and wife who were summed up to both doing something as an act of self preservation when their only form of actually self preservation in the shithole that is intelligence was ALWAYS EACH OTHER! hailey should have never been put in the position she’s in, but sadly, with the way the writing has been going for her all season… she’s a ghost of who she is at the core. she can’t just endure trauma after trauma and be expected to be okay at the end of it all. especially when the people she has in their life either 1) can’t be bothered to care about her at all (looking at the team who has known her for years tbh because what the fuck?) or 2) continuously abuse her vulnerability as a means to wear her down. the latter of which hank voight does all the time. he’s either scolding her or pretending like he cares, all in the name of achieving a certain outcome. sometimes both at the same time. last night was a perfect example. the hailey that sits and drinks with him and apparently takes relationship advice isn’t OUR hailey. it’s not the hailey who was pissed that this man was dragging her husband down with him like he also tried to do to her. so, who is this version of hailey upton aside from someone who thinks they deserve the pain they keep putting her through? how did “i swear to you that we’re going to get through this because you’re the love of my life” turn into ignoring phone calls and never coming home and “miss you, love you” turn into hailey taking off her ring? it’s a joke. it’s pain for the sake of pain. there’s no light that comes from any of this. it’s not growth or healing or digging yourself out from the dirt. it’s inexcusably bad writing.

tracy deserves better. jesse deserves better. hailey and jay, both as characters and as the couple we all know and love, deserve better. my heart hurts for them. and for us.

#long post for ts #chicago pd spoilers #chicago pd #hailey upton #jay halstead #i wrote this at like 3am and i wasn't going to post it but here we are. lol

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mel0809 · 1 year

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Unexpected Visitors

Pairings:

Jay Halstead x Ella Bennett(original character)

Background:

Jay Halstead, a dedicated detective on the Chicago PD, had found his heart intertwined with the beautifully stunning Ella. At 28 years old, Jay couldn't help but be drawn to her magnetic presence, her genius-level IQ, and her exceptional skills as an agent. Ella's life had been shaped by harrowing circumstances, forced to join the FBI and go undercover at the tender age of 12 due to her physically abusive and alcoholic father's involvement in drug trafficking.

As they navigated the challenges of their respective careers, Jay made it his priority to keep a watchful eye on Ella, especially during their undercover operations. Ella's constant movement and struggle to concentrate on one thing at a time were reminders of her troubled past. Jay's protective instincts kicked in, knowing the vulnerabilities that lay beneath her stunning exterior.

Ella's reputation as the best undercover agent on her team and her powerful connections made her a formidable force in the field. Her expertise in hand-to-hand combat, particularly her use of pressure points, was unmatched. But it was her brilliant mind, running a thousand miles a minute, that truly captivated Jay.

Recognizing Ella's need for physical activity to combat her restlessness, Jay often joined her on runs, providing both a source of companionship and a way to channel her energy. As Ella danced around the room, Jay couldn't help but be turned on by her uninhibited expression of self. Her grace and fluidity were a testament to her vibrant spirit, and it ignited a fire within Jay.

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One fateful day, while pursuing a suspect on the run, Ella found herself injured and in need of medical attention. Fear gripped her heart as memories of her traumatic past in hospitals resurfaced. Jay, knowing the depth of her trauma, was determined to be by her side and provide the comfort she needed.

As they arrived at the hospital, Jay held Ella's trembling hand, his touch speaking volumes of his unwavering support. Ella tried to muster the strength to convince Jay to help her escape, her anxiety heightening as they entered the examination room. A male doctor entered, ready to tend to Ella's injuries, but his demeanor quickly shifted from professional to inappropriate.

Jay's protective instincts surged forth, his jaw clenching as he observed the doctor's unwanted advances towards Ella. Jealousy flared within him, his grip on Ella's hand tightening as he prepared to defend her honor. Though Ella remained completely faithful to Jay, her cluelessness in such situations added to Jay's frustration.

In that moment, Jay stepped forward, his voice laced with a warning edge. "I think that's enough, Doctor. My girlfriend is here for medical attention, not for your personal interests."

Ella, oblivious to the doctor's advances, looked at Jay with confusion before realizing the situation. A sense of relief washed over her, knowing Jay was there to protect her from harm. She clung to his side, finding solace in his unwavering presence.

The doctor, taken aback by Jay's protective stance, hastily backed away, stammering an apology. It was clear that Jay's presence and unwavering protectiveness had set a clear boundary. The doctor quickly tended to Ella's injuries with a newfound sense of professionalism, leaving the room as swiftly as he had entered.

With the doctor gone, Jay turned his attention back to Ella, his eyes filled with love and concern. “I’m gonna get a new doctor”

Ella nodded, a mix of gratitude and affection filling her gaze as she leaned into Jay's touch. In that vulnerable moment, she realized just how lucky she was to have him by her side.

While they were deep in conversation, a new doctor entered the room. It was none other than Jay's older brother, Will Halstead, who had recently joined the hospital staff. A warm smile spread across Will's face as he saw his brother and Ella together, relieved to see that she was in good hands.

Will immediately sensed the tension in the room, noticing Jay's protective stance and Ella's unease. He approached them with a gentle demeanor, assuring Ella that he was there to help and would ensure she received the best care possible.

Ella couldn't help but feel a sense of relief knowing that Jay's brother was now attending to her. She trusted Will and appreciated his presence, given the difficult circumstances. As Will tended to Ella's injury, Jay's jealousy was replaced by gratitude for his brother's expertise and genuine concern.

With his medical duties completed, Will decided to conduct some routine tests to ensure Ella's well-being. As he prepared to draw her blood, Ella's playful nature emerged. She feigned terror, begging Jay to help her escape the dreaded needle. Her words were lighthearted and filled with humor, a testament to her ability to find joy even in challenging situations.

Jay couldn't help but chuckle at Ella's antics, his love for her radiating from his eyes. He played along, pretending to be her accomplice in a grand escape plan. Their banter and laughter filled the room, momentarily dispelling the tension that had lingered just moments ago.

Amidst the jovial atmosphere, Will returned to the room, a wide grin on his face. Sensing something was amiss, Jay and Ella looked at him curiously. With a hint of excitement in his voice, Will delivered the news that left them both stunned and elated.

"Congratulations," he announced, his eyes shining with happiness. "Ella, you're pregnant."

The room seemed to stand still as the magnitude of the news sank in.

“Holy shit, I’m gonna be a dad!” Jay's joy knew no bounds as he wrapped his arms tightly around Ella, his heart filled with an overwhelming mix of emotions. A wave of love and protectiveness washed over him, his focus shifting entirely to the new life growing within Ella.

As they basked in the joy of the revelation, Jay, Ella, and Will shared laughter, tears, and heartfelt embraces. The hospital room transformed into a sanctuary of love and hope, where the past traumas and present worries were eclipsed by the promise of a bright and beautiful future.

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year

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TASTER: Perfume - Will Halstead x Reader

The door swings open, and he catches a glimpse of you at the bar, Matt Cooper’s hand resting on your hip. That diamond ring glinting in the light from above as he leans in close and whispers something into your ear, something that makes you tip your head back and laugh.

It crushes something deep inside of Will’s chest because you used to laugh like that with him. You used to curl up in his arms when you were feeling vulnerable, and he would know without a word what you needed. He wonders if Matt can give you that. If he can read you as well as Will could, as well as Will still can.

Perfume - Coming Out: Thursday 22nd June

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herrmannhalsteadproduction · 6 months

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Game Night 3: It’s Bex Ball, Bébés (Chapter Two)

Summary: This is Part Twenty of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: Swearing and threats of violence

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Statesville – Minimum Security Unit

Thursday night

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Ty lay back on his bunk, staring at the water-stained ceiling as he thought through his plan one more time. He’d been given a chance. He wasn’t going to blow it.

“Anderson,” a grizzled old guard, Mitchell, called out to Ty. “Heard you got lucky, asshole.”

Ty sat up to stare at the man—he’d learned pretty quickly it wasn’t smart to leave yourself in a vulnerable position around anyone in this place. Learned quickly and learned hard.

“Early release,” Mitchell continued, lip curled up in a sneer. “Place gets too crowded and their solution is to put pricks like you back out on the street.”

“Like you said,” Ty shrugged. “Lucky me.”

If you could call it that. He’d still have an ankle monitor and a parole officer breathing down his neck. And once his trial happened, he’d probably be thrown right back inside.

“Eh, we’ll be seeing you again soon enough,” Mitchell said, echoing Ty’s thoughts. “I know your type. Bastards like you just can’t help yourselves.”

Ty bit back the snarl of words that fought to break free. He’d never end up on the winning side of that confrontation. And it wasn’t worth messing up his release.

Not when he was so close.

He stayed silent, watching Mitchell whistle as he walked away. Once he was out of sight, Ty lay back down on his bunk and returned to reviewing his plan.

Step one, get released in the morning and take the bus back to Chicago.

Step two, do his preliminary check in with his P.O. and make nice.

Step three, ditch the ankle monitor and track down Emery.

Step four, kill the bitch.

She’d ruined his life. He wasn’t going to pass up the chance to make it fucking worth it.

Ty smiled grimly to himself.

Step one…

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cpd-55055 · 2 years

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the hugs that have existed so far (8x11, 9x01 or 9x09 as a deleted scene and 9x13) all came from and were initiated by jay... do you think we'll see hugs initiated by hailey?

I really hope we do! That's my hope for S10, more vulnerable Jay and more supportive Hailey. Let the tables be flipped! 🥺

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inagetawaycarxo · 2 years

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For fun fun Which do you think is sub dom or switch for one Chicago all the ones on your list 😈

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warnings: smut, 18+, errors I missed.

Kelly Severide; Dom but I personally think he is a switch...

Matt Casey; Without a doubt, he is a sub. Though I think he could be a Dom if you make him jealous.

Sylvie Brett; Switch.

Leslie Shay; Dom, but if she trusts her s/o or has been with her s/o then she will be more of a sub.

Gabby Dawson; major DOM Vibes from her.

Connor Rhodes; personally I think he is a Dom, enjoys being a sub on some occasions but is mostly a Dom

Will Halstead; switch, but more so a sub.

Ethan Choi; stuck between a Dom and a sub.I think he is more so a sub in vulnerable moments.

Crockett Marcel; more so leaning on a Dom, but he definitely is a little bit of a sub.

Natalie Manning; I don’t know with her; I’m stuck between a switch but I think she is more so a Dom.

Jay Halstead; personally I think he is a sub, like Matt I believe if he is mad or jealous then he would show a dominant side.

Greg ‘Mouse’ Gerwitz; Oh definitely a sub. Might be a Dom once in a while.

Adam Ruzek; personally I think he is a Dom or so he likes to think he is a Dom, till you become the Dom [that made a whole lot of sense in my head]

Antonio Dawson; Switch? But more so I think it really depends on n the situation at hand. Like I believe he would let his s/o be a Dom, I think he would find that a big turn-on.

Kevin Atwater; definitely a Dom, but he doesn’t mind his s/o being a Dom 😉

Kim Burgess; more so a sub, occasionally a Dom.

Erin Lindsay; switch, thoughshe is a Dom,more than a sub.

Hailey Upton; she is definitelya Dom, but she doesn’t mind her s/o dominating her. Like Antonio, she finds that a big turn-on. she can't help but be putty in her s/o hands.

Hank Voight; Dom.

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fuckyeahkillianemma · 2 years

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The simple fact of thinking that Hailey can lose everything in the blink of an eye breaks my heart.

Because Jay is not only her husband, Jay is her best friend, her confidant, her safe place, the person with whom she can let herself to be vulnerable without fear. He is the person with whom she can talk after a heavy day at work, the person with whom she can talk about her fears and frustrations. He is the person she trusts the most - in all aspects of her life. He is the person she wants to hug at the end of the day and with whom she wants to spend the rest of her life. Jay is the person who respects her and treasures her. Someone who sees her wounds and doesn’t try to heal them but protect them. He was more than her husband, he was her home and future. I'm not okay!

Jay Halstead is her person. And to think that she can lose all this breaks my heart besucase after having a difficult childhood and life, she had finally found a man who was willing to give (and gave) everything for her, and that? That was the most selfless love you will ever know!

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hlstead · 10 months

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the best girl that could have

[will halstead x reader]

request by @zaidatorcuatomorgado

Zaida had always admired the early morning light. It painted the world in delicate shades of pink and gold, casting a warm glow on everything it touched. Today was no different. As the sun began its ascent, Zaida found herself standing before the door of her own little haven, a heart full of excitement and a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

Will Halstead, her beloved, lay asleep inside, completely unaware of the surprise that awaited him. With a mischievous grin, Zaida stepped inside the house and silently closed the door behind her. She tiptoed down the hall, her heart beating faster with each step, fueled by a mix of anticipation and giddiness.

She had managed to get home unusually early, determined to make the most of this day off that Will had in the Mediterranean. The plan she had concocted was whimsical and playful, a manifestation of her deepest desires to experience something out of the ordinary.

Slipping into a flowing dress that rustled with each movement, Zaida carefully padded her way into the bedroom. The gentle rhythm of Will's breathing reassured her that he was still lost in slumber. Her heart swelled at the sight of him, peaceful and vulnerable in his dreams.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she imagined his reaction when he woke up. The room was adorned with an enchanting charm, as if a slice of a hospital from the Mediterranean had been transported into their home. The bed was transformed into an examination table, complete with crisp white sheets and a pillow for a headrest.

Zaida's gaze traveled to the corner of the room where she had laid out a selection of doctor's clothing, including a white coat and a stethoscope. The idea had been born out of a playful whim, but now that it was taking shape, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through her veins.

Finally, the moment arrived. The world around her seemed to hold its breath as Will stirred awake, his eyes gradually opening to meet Zaida's sparkling ones. A wide grin spread across his face, and he blinked in surprise as he took in the unexpected transformation of their bedroom.

"You," he mused with a chuckle, "you've outdone yourself."

With a graceful twirl, Zaida presented herself, her dress flowing elegantly around her. "Doctor's orders," she said with a wink, her voice teasing and playful.

Will's laughter filled the air as he eagerly embraced the role. He dressed in the provided attire, the stethoscope hanging around his neck like a prized possession. Their day transformed into a delightful escapade, as Zaida became his patient, and he, her dashing doctor.

With a captivating mix of seriousness and charm, Will led Zaida through mock examinations, mimicking scenes from the Chicago Med that they had both enjoyed watching together. The atmosphere was electric, charged with shared laughter and the palpable connection between them.

As the day unfolded, they delved deeper into their roles. Zaida's heart raced as Will leaned in to auscultate her chest, the cold touch of the stethoscope's bell sending shivers through her body. Her heartbeat danced to a rhythm only he could evoke, her emotions laid bare with each tender press of the instrument against her skin.

She met his gaze, her eyes speaking volumes that her words couldn't convey. In that moment, it was as if the walls around them had disappeared, leaving only the two of them in a world of their own making. She could feel the weight of his attention, the depth of his care, and the intensity of his love in every touch, every gesture.

When the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the room, Will's expression turned more serious. He gently guided her to the edge of the bed, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. With a quiet reverence, he asked her to remove her dress for a complete auscultation, his voice a tender caress against her ears.

Zaida's heart fluttered in her chest as she complied, her pulse quickening as his intense gaze never left her. The stethoscope's diaphragm was cool against her skin, sending a delightful shiver down her spine. With a steadying breath, she closed her eyes, focusing on the sound of her heartbeat and the sensation of his touch.

First, he placed the stethoscope on her chest, directly over her heart. Her heart raced, both from the contact and the vulnerability of the moment. As she felt his warmth radiating against her, she couldn't help but open her eyes to meet his gaze. There was an intimacy in this act, a connection that transcended the physical, baring their souls to each other.

He moved the stethoscope to her back, his arms encircling her in a gentle embrace. With each breath, she felt his heartbeat and hers synchronizing, a symphony of emotions intertwining in the space between them. He asked her to take a deep breath, his voice a soothing cadence that eased her nerves.

In that intimate cocoon, Zaida found herself sharing stories, thoughts, and dreams. Their playful role had evolved into something profound, a journey of discovery that mirrored the depth of their feelings. And as she bared her soul to him, she realized that this day, this moment, was a culmination of their love—a love that was as vast as the Mediterranean sea and as timeless as the sunsets that painted its horizon.

But the day was not without its twists. As the hours passed, Will's doctorly instincts kicked in when he noticed Zaida's swollen left foot. Without hesitation, he became her caretaker, his genuine concern replacing the playful doctor's role.

He guided her to lie down on the makeshift hospital bed, his touch gentle as he cushioned her foot and applied ice. Zaida watched him, her heart swelling with emotion at his kindness. As he tended to her, she found herself sharing the stories behind her day, the feelings she had carried, and the simple joys that made her heart sing.

And in that vulnerable moment, as the day shifted into night and their roles faded away, they were simply two souls baring their hearts to each other. The stethoscope, once a playful prop, had become a conduit for their connection, a bridge that spanned the depths of their love.

As Zaida looked into Will's eyes, illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, she knew that this day had etched itself into their shared history. It wasn't just about playing doctor or enacting a fantasy—it was about the moments they had created, the emotions they had shared, and the love that had grown stronger with each heartbeat.

As they drifted off to sleep, their fingers intertwined and their hearts in sync, Zaida couldn't help but whisper her love into the stillness of the night. And in that moment, she knew that their story was more enchanting than any fairytale, more profound than any dream, and more real than anything she had ever known.

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