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xofeno · 2 years

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one chicago appreciation week // day 2 // fave character JAY😍HALSTEAD

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uptonhalsteads · 2 years

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ONE CHICAGO APPRECIATION WEEK ↳ Day Four || Favorite Ship → Upstead (insp)

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enchantedblackrose · 2 years

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We Need You

Pairing: Kelly Severide/Fem Reader

Summary: Kelly responds to a fire at your workplace

Warnings: ? lmk if I'm forgetting something

A contribution to One Chicago Week 2002. Prompt used: chills. Huge shout out to @resanoona for helping this actually get edited. I thought I had a cute idea and this was a pain to write so I hope ya"ll like it.

Part 1|| Part 2

We Need You Part 1

It should have been a day like any other. But being a squad lieutenant at one of the busiest firehouses in Chicago didn't exactly promise Kelly Severide "normal" days. Or maybe what made this day worse than others was that Kelly was in love with you.

Bells rang at Firehouse 51. A building fire demanded truck, squad, and ambo. There was a slight hesitation in Kelly's pace as he kept going over the address in his head. Then, he felt his heart sink to his stomach; that address was your workplace.

For Kelly, the ride felt like it took an eternity. In reality, squad arrived at the scene in under three minutes.

The ten story building appeared to be engulfed by flames from all sides. Dark, heavy smoke poured out of windows. People were still exiting the building, but many were gathered just outside coughing, crying. Paramedics ushered everyone they could and began triage nearby. Kelly, hoping against hope, scanned the crowd for your face.

"Severide. Severide!”

Kelly's attention was pulled from the group of unknown faces to the man that just hollered his name. Casey gave him a quick 'what's the matter with you?' look.

"Y/n works here. Seventh floor."

Understanding and worry washed over Casey. "We'll find her, Kelly. She'll be okay." Kelly, not trusting his voice, only nodded in response. Casey resumed speaking to a man about the fire. Kelly listened while his eyes focused on the door, willing you to walk through it unharmed.

“Any way of knowing how many people were present?”

The man shook his head no.

“Know how the fire started? Did you smell anything, see anything?”

“I’m sorry, no. I can tell you the ground floor is just washrooms now and custodian closets. And the top two floors are completely vacant since-” The man erupted into a coughing fit.

“Thank you, sir for that information. Let’s get you checked out.” Sylvie appeared at the man’s side and escorted him to the ambo for a quick assessment.

Civilians stopped exiting.and Casey started giving out orders. Kelly instructed squad to gear up when a sudden blast of flames overtook the entire eastside of the building.

Kelly could not let any more time pass. His first instinct had been to run into the building, straight for your office. He tried to remain calm, assess the fire with Chief and Casey, and stayed outside as long as he could. Kelly would not wait any longer. He raced towards the building ignoring the protests of both Boden and Casey.

"Y/n could be in there!" he yelled back to them before disappearing into the smoke.

“Severide!” Boden barked.

“I’ll get him, Chief!” Cruz appeared on the other side of Casey, mask ready.

“No.” His voice made it clear there was to be no arguing. “We stick to the plan.”

“Copy that.”

“Excuse me? Are you in charge?” A woman in her late 40’s approached Boden and Casey.

“Yes, ma’am. I am,” Boden nodded.

“I spoke to all the other office managers and shift supervisors from the entire building. Everyone is accounted for except a woman…a y/ln from the seventh floor.”

~*~

The day was unseasonably warm, so when you were offered an early lunch break, you took it and taking advantage of the break in the weather, walked to your favorite pastry shop nearby.

You casually strolled back to the office, happily munching on bits of your chocolate croissant. As you neared the building, you were shocked to see a number of firetrucks and ambulances surrounding the street in front of the building. You had heard the sirens going while you were at the pastry shop, but you had no idea they had been called for your workplace. The sight caused chills up and down your back despite the warmer temperature. The chocolate croissant fell to the ground, as you felt your heart plummet. You spotted a face you knew, a face you never wanted to see at a fire. You saw Chief Wallace Boden.

Kelly's chief.

And that could only mean…

Suddenly you were running towards the trucks. It didn’t matter that firefighters you didn’t know stood in your path acting as a blockade. You would make it through. You would get to Kelly. You were instructed not to come closer. But the commotion warranted the attention of the Chief.

Boden’s eyes fell to you. A visible sigh of relief left him as he hollered for the firefighters from another company to let you pass. He had already previously radioed Kelly informing he was free to search for you and only you as all others had been accounted for. He wanted to give Kelly a time limit, but because it was you that Kelly was looking for, he hadn't wasted his breath. Casey, Cruz, and the other members of 51 were itching to get inside the blazing building, to safely retrieve both you and Kelly. The decision weighed heavily on Boden. He had been about to give an order when he had spotted you about to argue with those other firefighters. The timing was truly serendipitous.

When you reached the chief, tears had already started to fill your eyes. Boden placed a hand on your back.

He radioed. "Severide? She's here. She's alright. Do you copy?"

There was static, coughing, and finally the voice you were so desperate to hear. "I copy, chief. The wall behind me collapsed. My exit's blocked. I have to go around."

Boden sighed, not liking that Severide needed the extra time. He offered you the radio.

"Kelly? You get out of there. I mean it. Whatever it takes, you do it. We need you.”

The radio crackled and then Kelly’s voice rang out. “No matter what happens, know I love you, y/n.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself not to cry. Minutes seem to go by. The fire was unrelenting. Scared for Kelly's life, you welcomed Boden's much larger hand in yours and held tightly.

Through the thick smoke, Kelly appeared where a glass window used to be. Though you were still frightened, it was a welcomed sight. Mouch worked to get the aerial to him and you watched without ever taking a breath. You didn't relax until he was on the ground in front of you. He stripped off his gear with every step towards you until you were within reach. You clung to him and he welcomed your tight embrace. You pulled away to look him over. Your hands roamed his face, chest, arms, unable to believe he stood before you unhurt.

"I'm okay, y/n. I promise."

"That’s good," you said through a sniffle, "because…we really need you."

Kelly stared blankly back at you, momentarily puzzled by you echoing the same sentiment you gave over the radio. He assumed you were referring to yourself and his 51 family. Another possibility occurred.

"Are you…?"

You nodded and Kelly instantly placed a hand on your tummy.

Boden did a double take. "Kelly Severide, you S.O.B." He said with only affection. Kelly smiled wide and Boden pulled him for a hug, clapping a hand on his shoulder. Boden hugged you next with sincere congratulations.

"It's still early, Chief," you said shyly.

"I won't say a thing until you’re ready." You smiled and thanked him for understanding. He waved you off. "Severide, take the rest of shift off."

"Chief, you sure?"

"Consider it a gift." Boden said as he walked away.

Kelly wrapped you in his arms and kissed the top of your head. “You have made what I thought was going to be my worst day ever into the best. I love you, y/n.”

#kelly severide x reader #kelly severide x you #kelly severide #onechicagoweek

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kiddstellas · 2 years

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ONE CHICAGO APPRECIATION WEEK day five: favourite look ↳ women of chicago fire

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a-little-bit-of-tradition · 2 years

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One Chicago Appreciation Week | Day 5

Favourite Look: 9.03 undercover Capstead

#onechicagoweek #jay halstead #chicago pd #jesse lee soffer #s9 #cpdedit

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haileysclara · 2 years

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One Chicago Appreciation Week

Day 4: Favourite Ship

∴ Hailey Upton & Jay Halstead

#Chicago PD #Hailey Upton #Jay Halstead #hailey x jay #cpd 8x11 #onechicagoweek

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spiridakos · 2 years

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ONE CHICAGO WEEK FAVORITE SHOW | CHICAGO PD

#onechicagoweek #chicago pd #cpdedit #uptonhalsteads #dailyflicks #dailycolorfulgifs #userstream #usercreate #userentertainments #useroptional #usersource #tvarchive #smallscreensource #*

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justmypartner · 2 years

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You’re my home now.

Summary: It started with one photograph—Jay’s attempt to give her something that would make her place feel more like home. Now, that photo and more line her walls, but the only thing that truly feels like home is him.

Read on AO3

#onechicagoweek #thanks Heather for putting this week together!!🫶🏼#upstead fic #upstead fanfic #upstead fanfiction #upstead #jay x hailey #hailey x jay #jay halstead #hailey upton #justmypartner fics #collection of em’s fics

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go-to-two · 2 years

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Still Waiting - Chapter 1

Jay always knew his first kiss with Hailey would be good. He was as sure of it as he was sure that they would have a first kiss at all. It was meant to be the start of something, and it was never meant to happen when she was leaving him.

My story for One Chicago Appreciation got kind of long, so I am splitting it into two parts- one today and one at the end of the week on premier day! I am playing fast and loose with the "photograph" theme as this story is based on the Ed Sheeran song by the same title. It is set at the end of season 7, and I'm afraid I've reached my melodramatic phase with this one.

Big thanks to @hillaryscotts for putting appreciation week together! This season won't look anything like what we all expected, but your work is appreciated nonetheless.

One Chicago Appreciation 2022

Theme: Photograph

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#onechicagoweek #upstead fanfiction #upstead fic #upstead #jay x hailey #hailey x jay #jay halstead #hailey upton #chicago pd #still waiting fic

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xofeno · 2 years

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one chicago appreciation week // day 4 // fave ship HAILEY UPTON 💘 JAY HALSTEAD

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uptonhalsteads · 2 years

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ONE CHICAGO APPRECIATION WEEK ↳ Day One || Favorite Show → Chicago P.D. (insp)

#onechicagoweek #tvedit #tvgifs #mediagifs #tvandfilm #tvcentric #cinematv #cinemapix #userstream #smallscreensource #tvarchive #tvfilmsource #userheath #useraayla #sincerelygabby #*

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enchantedblackrose · 2 years

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Easy (NSFW)

**Gif credit @theandrophile

Jay Halstead/Fem Reader

¡NSFW, 18+, minors dni!

Summary: 0 plot

Contribution for One Chicago Week 2022. Prompt used: chills. Thanks to @infatuatedjanes for reading this over and giving me the confidence to post it.

Easy

The soft, pale moonlight illuminates your otherwise dark bedroom. Jay’s fair skin appears to almost be glowing. You've been here before with him, but it doesn't stop you from admiring his perfect form. You're determined to memorize every inch of the man before you, from every freckle to every scar.

Jay catches your gaze and smiles. He grabs you by your wrists, gently pulling you into him. His fingertips graze over your exposed collarbone– clothing long forgotten in the hallway leading to the bedroom– down to your breasts, caressing them hungrily. His touch is light, but still sends chills down your spine. You’re unable to suppress the shudder and it causes Jay to smirk. His fingers play with your hardened nipples.

Your hands roam his bare torso, mentally marveling at his perfect physique.

"What are you thinking, baby girl?"

You shyly shake your head, refusing to speak. His hands leave your breasts and you whine. Jay laughs, before burying his head in your neck, nipping softly and placing kisses. "Then tell me what you're thinking."

Your hands go to Jay’s hair, grasping at the short stands. "I was…thinking how…," a moan escapes you. It's difficult to concentrate with Jay still attacking your neck. "How good you look."

He chuckles. One hand resumes a groping position on your breast, the other trails down to your entrance. "Is that so? Are you wet just thinking about me?" He palms you. A delighted groan escapes you and Jay repeats the motion before gently letting his thumb barely trace your folds. The sensation elicits a whimper from you and Jay laughs again. "You're so easy, y/n." You glare at him. Your hand wraps itself around his ready cock. Any hint of laughter disappears from his face. His eyes fall shut as you tighten your grip and move, tantalizingly slow, up and down his shaft, your own thumb brushing his tip.

“Mm, baby. That’s fair,” his voice is rough, hardly above a whisper. He works a finger into you and knowingly,curves it as he builds a steady rhythm against your sweetest spot. You quicken your pace as does he. HIs fingers work over your clit and it’s difficult for you to continue to pump him. Your hand leaves his dick and rests on his chest.

“Not like this.” And you push him down onto the bed. Jay moves towards the headboard and straightens out before grabbing you by your hips, pulling you down to him. You giggle and place quick kisses along his jawline. Then you roughly capture his mouth with yours. His fingers tangle themselves in your hair, deepening the kiss before you pull away. You give his cock a quick, playful tug before sliding yourself down onto him. Barely allowing any time to adjust to having him inside of you, you immediately start rocking back and forth and the contact makes you both moan.

“You feel so good, Jay,” you hiss.

“So do you, baby. You look good, too.” While you continue to ride him, Jay’s hands are roaming your body, groping anything he can: your breasts, your hips, your ass. You place your hands on either side of Jay and lower your chest to his. Jay rests his hands on your ass. His hips grind against yours.

“Please?” you beg.

Knowing what you were asking for, Jay’s one hand slaps your left ass cheek. You throw your head back in delight.

“Again.” He smacks you repeatedly three more times, then lovingly caresses the tender spot. He nibbles at your earlobe and whispers your name. That familiar knot starts to form in your stomach. You rock harder. You try to kiss him, but your mouth won’t stop moaning out his name. Your eyes flutter shut.

“Jay,” you pant, “Jay. J-” Your walls clench around his member. You ride him erratically until your orgasm washes over you. You collapse onto his chest, breathing ragged, but Jay hasn’t had his release yet, so you start moving against him, until he gently rolls you off of him.

He’s at your entrance. He casts you a wink then buries his face in you. Your hands ball into fists,yanking the sheets underneath you as he squeezes your thigh, before tasting you with his tongue. He licks and sucks greedily, and even spreads your legs further apart to get more of you.

Your back arches. A slew of curse words and incoherent sounds fly out of your mouth. Jay chuckles against your clit. Your fingers tug his hair. He's brought you close again so that you two could finish together so it's no surprise when stops.

Jay lines himself at your entrance as he has so many times before, easily sliding into you. Your legs hook against his hips in an attempt to have him even closer. He moves with precision, bringing himself almost completely out of you, before relentlessly slamming back into you. Over and over again.

Jay’s breathing is labored. He's ceased teasing and instead keeps bucking his hips. You meet him thrust for thrust.

"Baby girl," he warns.

"It's okay," you say. "Me too." With another thrust from Jay, you scream his name as your second orgasm comes over you. Jay comes after you with a few sloppy rolls of his hips. His head rests on your chest. You lovingly stroke his face until both your breathing returns to normal. Jay is slow to pull out of you.

As he starts to leave for the bathroom to clean up, you call out, "Jay Halstead, do you really think I'm easy?" You sit up, raising an eyebrow, anticipating his answer.

"Only for me, y/n Halstead." He winks before disappearing into the hallway. Satisfied with his reply, you fall back into bed, idly twirling the piece of jewelry on your finger.

#onechicagoweek #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead #jay halstead x you

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kiddstellas · 2 years

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