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If CPD were dogs

I posted a while ago, but since I lost my other blog I tought about re-posting this because it’s fun

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Jay Halstead (Platonic! Will Halstead): Not What It Looks Like

Warning- Hint of potential violence between siblings

This was just a quick little blurb that popped into my head, and I had to write it down for me. I thought you guys might enjoy it too.

You realized you had made a mistake the moment the door had swung open. Not because you were doing anything wrong but because you knew how it looked. Jay’s face said it all and then some. The fatigue from all the overtime melted from his face, a brief flash of shock and disbelief stonewalled by anger.

And you couldn’t blame him. Walking in to see your long-term girlfriend’s shirt unbuttoned down to her navel with nothing underneath, and your older brother's hand fondling her breast? It had all the makings of a domestic incident.

Jay didn’t stay still for long. His long strides were heading towards you and his brother. Will had, thankfully, removed his hand and you grasped your shirt closed. You called his name as Will gave out a desperate but all-too-cliche “It’s not what it looks like.” You winced as Jay looked even angrier. Will had stumbled back a few steps and Jay had his arm raised like he was ready to punch his brother clean across the face. “No, really it’s not!” Will continued.

You don’t think as you grab the arm that Jay has cocked back ready to swing. He already had his momentum going so you swing forward with him a step. He breaks off and doesn't follow through and Will puts the island between him and his brother. You know it so he doesn't accidentally hurt you. Even at his angryest, you knew he couldn't bring himself to. Will, on the other hand, you weren't so sure.

“Jay wait!” He looks back at you before yanking back his arm trying to force you to let go. You allow your hand to slide down his bicep and forearm to grab his hand tightly. He tries to pull back again but you tug back, “Stop, please. Just stop for a second.” He won't even look at you, his full attention still on his redheaded brother. You finally get his hand on your left breast. The one Will had been fondling. You press his hand down purposefully on a single spot.

Jay freezes. All the fight leaks out of him as he turns to look at you, searching your eyes. You swallow thickly. You feel bad for him having to find out this way. You had been embarrassed and asked Will to check you out at the house because you hadn’t wanted to go to the hospital. You hadn’t wanted to make a big deal out of something that wasn’t. But you had heard the stories about their mom. About her cancer. It all started with one little lump in her breast that wouldn’t go away.

You saw the pleading in Jay's blue eyes. The slight mist of unshed tears. You couldn’t do anything but pull his hand up place a soft kiss on it and whisper,

“It’s gonna be okay baby.”

#whoa that was good #intense but so well written #jay halstead #chicago pd #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x you #jay halstead x reader #will halstead

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The storyline of making Jay look like a villain who doesn’t love his wife, barely communicates with his wife, and has stopped fighting for their relationship is complete and utter BULLSHIT. Fuck whoever wrote this shit. That is not the Jay Halstead we know and love…

I’m not even remotely religious but I am PRAYING that for Hailey’s final episode, (that Jesse is directing!) when she leaves Intelligence that Jay shows up out of the blue from his I guess you could say “deployment”, and Upstead gets to walk off into the sunset together. We all know and believe that they deserve it! Just let us have this ONE good thing 🥺

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Jay Halstead 🔥

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Hank Voight and The Crackhead Detective

It is finished! I am on the waitlist for an AO3 account, and will promptly post it when I am able to! Until then, I have it printed and bound! 🩵🩵✨✨

This piece is co-written with @creativeimagination206 - It has been a wild journey. We have had so much fun writing this. Once it’s posted, I hope everyone else loves it as much as we do!

Below, you can find an excerpt! (I don’t own any of the memes or quotes used, this is all for fun!!)

Some time passed, the Chicago traffic heavier than usual due to tourist season. Voight wasn't in too much of a hurry this time, seeing as Kate hadn't said much since they'd left the crime scene. He visibly relaxed as he moved into his "zone,” pondering on the case.

Soon enough, they'd passed by a Target store. Kate's lips pulled up in a small smirk, then she started speaking in an announcer-type voice, fairly loudly, so as to interrupt the silence engulfing them. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-TAAAAAARRRGEEEETTT!!!" Then, she went completely silent, her face deadpanned, as if nothing had even happened.

Voight had been startled by the sudden shift in noise, but moreover, was terrified of the deadpanned look after, as if he had imagined the whole thing. He blinked and looked at her for a short moment as they stopped at a traffic light. "What the hell was that?"

She looked at him, as if she had no idea what he was talking about. "What?"

He blinked at her, furrowing his brow. "Just now. When you screamed."

Kate hummed, looking as if she was trying to remember something from years ago, then shrugged, looking back out the window. Voight stared at her with intensity, but she didn't falter, looking out the window and practically ignoring his burning eyes. It wasn't until someone behind them honked to let Voight know the light was green that he looked away to drive again. He continued on, inwardly wondering what he had done to deserve this kind of treatment, and if she was insane.

They came to a stop at another light, Voight trying to find the words to say. He looked at her. "Listen, if you want this to work out, you can't be acting like this, it's-" He was cut off by two patrol cars speeding through the crossway of the intersection.

"You stirred up all the wee-woos! Here come all the wee-woos now!" she practically yelled in a vaguely southern dialect. Voight was about to retaliate when she continued, obnoxiously waving her arms as she made the sounds in time with the squad cars passing by. "WEEEE-WOOOO, WEEEE-WOOOO, WEEE-WOOO," She continued with the sounds until the sirens were completely out of earshot, before letting her hands fall into her lap, dropping her face again, and looking back out the window.

Hank had since gone through the green light, driving and looking over at her every so often, wondering what drugs she was on. He didn't talk to her anymore, trying to focus on the case instead.

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When they pulled up, the two of them got out and walked to the house. Kate rang the doorbell, humming as she waited, glancing at Voight. He tried not to make eye contact, fearing some other bullshit would come out of her mouth, but when he chanced a sideways glance at her, she retaliated with a quiet but very offended, "bombastic side-eye!" and a small huff afterward. Although confused, he was glad she didn't scream it this time. He tried to comprehend her words but couldn't as the door opened.

The elderly woman who answered it smiled at them. "Hello, dears. What can I do for you?"

"Chicago PD, ma'am," Voight said, holding up his badge and clearing his throat. "Is that your car?"

"Why, yes," she said, furrowing her brow. "Is something the matter with it?"

"No, ma'am," Kate replied with a gentle smile. "Were you driving it this morning?"

"Oh, well, no, my son had the car all last night and this morning. He's just upstairs." She turned around and yelled into the house. "Travis?! Travis, come down here, please!"

Kate peeked into the house as Greta stepped aside, seeing someone come down the stairs. The man was young and lanky, but when he saw Hank and Kate or rather, their badges, he broke out into a run toward the back door.

Without a word, Kate ran down the front stairs, sprinting around the house to catch him. Voight sighed, quickly moving through the house and to the back door, chasing after Travis. There was something slippery on the back steps, Voight immediately falling flat on his ass on the stairs. He groaned, muttering expletives beneath his breath and just sitting on the stairs, defeated. As if this day couldn’t get any worse. He hurt his back or tailbone, and he wasn't sure which. Of course, this had to happen when he was paired up with this twenty-something year old detective, who was absolutely off her rocker. He would much rather get the grief from Olinsky or even Trudy than listen to Katelyn's reaction.

Katelyn came to the backyard, furrowing her brow. She'd lost Travis down a set of alleyways and circled back to find Voight on the back steps of the woman's house. She could barely keep herself together as she caught sight of him. She ducked behind the fence to gather herself, taking a breath before she appeared in his line of sight, walking over and looking down at him.

"I don't want to hear-"

"Miss Keisha. Miss Keisha... Miss Keisha!" She looked down at Voight, making direct eye contact. "Oh, my fucking gosh, she's fucking dead."

Voight groaned, letting his head lay back on one of the steps. He may as well have hit his head, since it was pounding with a migraine from listening to the complete nonsense this woman constantly spoke.

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5 Stages of Grief

When you accidentally write the 5 stages of grief into a 5-day story...

Well, Hank Voight and the Crackhead Detective is going to be very interesting.

Also, how did this become a lowkey AdamxOC story?? And why do I ship them so much??

Also, also, Day 5 is almost finished, then I have three epilogues to write, then I have to proofread it. I will be printing myself a copy and getting it bound at Staples this weekend! I am so, so excited! :)

I really hope others like this story. It will be too long, by far, to post on Tumblr, so I will make an AO3 and post it on Wattpad too. :)

@creativeimagination206 co-wrote this story!!!

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Still doing my Chicago PD rewatch. I’m finally on season 10… and it still kills me to see how they RUINED Jay’s storyline. Watching him turn into a version of Voight and witnessing his policing style and even personality do a whole 360, tears my heart to pieces. Even Hailey witnessed it and was like WTF!?!? This was not the man she married and fell in love with… it’s like he starts avoiding her or just completely disconnects from her. Always with Voight.

The whole plot of CPD was Jay completely disagreeing with Voight and his policing style, then after everything happens with Hailey, Roy, and Voight, he wants to protect the woman he loves but also ends up shifting everything about him entirely.

His last episode hurts not only my heart but my soul too… he ends up going in and doing an unlawful search that he never would have done prior to all this shit, gets attacked by one of the criminals and ends up killing him. Of course, Voight covers it up and Hailey helps (because she loves him). It kills me that this is what it took to make him realize he couldn’t do this shit anymore… and he resigns then decides to go back to the Army to “fix himself” and get back to some sort of order to get back to black and white and avoid the gray areas. Him and Hailey’s goodbye is GUT WRENCHING 😭 I’m practically sobbing all over again.

AND THEN… when he decides to leave Hailey in Chicago to return to working with the Army, they make him into an asshole who won’t even talk to his wife. Leading to her sending him divorce papers. I mean… what the actual fuck?

I understand Jesse wanting to leave the show to go and do new things, but his character arc deserved/deserves so much better! Upstead deserved/deserves better!

Does anyone agree? Give me your thoughts. 💭

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IT'S YOU ━━ Antonio Dawson x fem!reader

author's note; hi! it's been a while since i actually wrote something and i really wanted to start again so here we are. first time writing for my man antonio and i hope it's good and liked <3

prompt; "what do you i've been doing this for?" from this list

summary; after a pretty messy breakup, she ends up crashing at antonio's. and she ends up moving in — but they're just friends.

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Antonio had known her for years. When she first moved to Chicago and became Gabby's partner on Ambulance 61, he was one of the few people that welcomed her from outside the firehouse.

Since then they'd been good friends, usually hanging out at Molly's or helping each other with mundane things. She was even good with Eva and Diego which always helped lessen his load after the divorce. There were times when she helped watch over the kids when Gabby couldn't and Antonio was stuck with a case while his ex-wife was traveling the world with her fancy new boyfriend.

He wasn't sure when it started, but at some point he felt it. The way his excitement grew at the prospect of seeing her again even if just for a drink with their circle of friends at Molly's. Or if they bumped into each other while on scenes. Or the few moments he'd get roughed up on the job and would come to her instead of an actual doctor or something.

But when he realized the way he was leaning onto her more than he probably should, he still couldn't stop it. Which was probably why he immediately offered her a place to stay when she broke up with her boyfriend whom she'd been living with.

“The kids are at a sleepover this weekend, but you don't need to worry about them,” he said as he brought two bottles of cold beer out for them.

She was on his couch, wrapped up in one of his hoodies as she curled up. Her boyfriend of four years turned out to be sleeping with his secretary. Cliché, but god she never expected it.

“You're sure they're gonna be fine with me staying?” she asked, wiping her nose with a tissue since she'd just stopped crying as she took the beer he offered.

In all honesty her heart was crushed. Who wouldn't be? She'd trusted her boyfriend only to find out he'd been stepping out on her.

Antonio could see the way she was hurting. And it filled him with a subtle rage. He wouldn't risk showing it though, all he did now was be there for her.

He let her curl up on the long couch as he settled in the armchair, watching her as she drank her beer.

“They love you,” he reminded her. “Eva would be happy to know you're here so she'd have someone to gossip with.”

They shared a chuckle over that. She did love the long chats with Eva about high-school drama. It was much simpler than her life now.

“You can stay as long as you need,” he added gently, a soft smile as he reassured her.

She looked at him, mustering up a soft smile of her own. How on earth did she get so lucky as to have a friend like him?

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She'd been staying at Antonio's for half a year by now. The search for a place of her own wasn't going so well. But Eva and Diego were pretty much doing everything they could to convince her to just stay.

Antonio's feelings had been all over the place now that she was literally in the room next door to him. Everywhere he turned she was there. It didn't help with the ongoing want to always be around her.

She was usually so sharp on social cues. She'd notice if her friends had crushes or admirers from miles away. But when it was her own case, she was practically blind to it. Which clearly showed now as she was helping Hermann bartend at Molly's and serving up a drink for Antonio.

“You know you've got a hot one eyeing you up on your four o'clock,” she teased, passing him a bottle of cold beer.

Antonio was aware of the other woman. But his eyes was fixed on the one behind the bar in front of him.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, picking up his bottle and bringing it up to his lips, “I'm not looking for that.”

She rested her hands on the bartop, tilting her head at him. Now that she thought of it, he hadn't been on any dates for a while now. Much less flirting with anyone. Well, anyone but her. But they always had their harmless flirty banter.

“Then what are you looking for?” she asked, leaning forward slightly as she questioned him.

He sighed, scratching his stubble lightly as he turned his head for a moment. God, he loved her but he wished she opened her eyes sometimes.

“I'm not looking anymore ‘cause I already found it,” he answered simply, turning back to her with a soft smile.

“Meaning?” she asked again, raising her brows.

“Well, there's this girl,” he started to say. He paused though, grinning when he saw her lean in slightly as if she was interested in some hot scoop of gossip.

“She got her heart broken a while back. Since then, I've been tryna make her feel better. Pick up the little pieces.”

She paused then, her brain picking up all the information piece by piece. For a minute, she felt like she made the connection. But she didn't want to jump the gun.

“You told her how you feel?”

“Doing that right now.”

There were a few seconds of silence. Both of them just looked each other in the eyes as he smiled softly at the way she simply stared at him like that. He knew she was picking it up now.

“Antonio—”

“It's you,” he cut her off, pushing his beer bottle aside slightly. His arms were folded over the wooden bartop as he spoke to her. “It's been you for years now.”

She blinked, completely dumbfounded. Her heart felt like it was fighting to break out of her ribcage.

He felt like the weight was finally lifted off his shoulders now. It was out. He couldn't take it back and he didn't want to.

“Why didn't you say anything?” she finally asked after a few beats.

“You were spoken for,” he replied.

She'd been taken for the past four years. And he respected the relationship, so he never said anything or acted on his feelings. He wasn't the type for it.

“Not anymore,” she then said.

He paused, his eyes locked on hers for a moment as he nodded slowly.

“Not anymore,” he echoed. “What do you think I've been doing this for?”

A soft smile pulled on her lips as she looked at him, finally realizing she was right. She had sensed the subtle hints, but she was too scared to properly read into it.

Now though, he was making himself clear.

“I like you,” he said properly, making her smile brighter which caused an immediate rise in his heart rate. “And I know you're in the room next door—”

She laughed softly at that, looking down briefly. She was still living in his place after all.

“— but if you'd like, I'd love to properly take you out,” he finally finished.

He was nervous. In all honesty, she made him so nervous it made almost no sense. But he had to take the leap. He'd been waiting for years for the chance and he'd be damned if he didn't take it now.

She smiled, looking at him with those eyes that always made him weak.

“I'll clear my Friday night.”

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It really is…