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I loveloveLOVE when a prisoner with their hands bound behind their back gets constantly shoved around by their captors and keeps falling to the ground because they can’t catch or balance themselves.
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the classic "are you hurt?" but the whumpee is the one saying it. slurring the words through a hoarse throat and numbed lips, their eyes are glazed and their hands are shaking, frantic at the blood soaking the caretaker's shirt and too delirious to realize it's all their own.
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~ gonna need more behind the scenes upstead to make it until january 6 ~
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I am not immune to injured sad man unconscious on the pavement in the rain
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like you wanted it forever - chapter 6
TGIF!! Thank you so much for all the love for this fic and for Hotshot and his sweetheart. 🥰 This chapter is a bit of a doozy and it is a long one, so buckle up, friends.
Hope you enjoy!! 🏒📸✨
Read on AO3
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#ChicagoPD || Ruzek and Halstead. Yes please. @jesseleesoffer
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JESSE LEE SOFFER acting his talented heart out in the worst ever episode of CHICAGO P.D. (10.03 "A Good Man")
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Will can barely stand it, being in the same room as Hank Voight. It’s almost surprising. He wasn’t expecting such a visceral reaction, but here it is. He clenches his hands into fists at the charity event—digging little half moons into his palms—when Voight pats his shoulder at the drinks table like they’re friends, asks him how he’s doing, if he’s heard much from Jay.
“Don’t talk to me about my brother,” he tells him. He gives Voight enough time to look stricken, to scoff.
“Excuse me?”
“I know what you did to him,” Will says. “I’m not even sure he knows. But I do.”
He turns away, writes a cheque at the door for all the money he can spare this month, and walks out. He leaves, knowing Goodwin is watching from across the room, that she’s disappointed but won’t say anything about it tomorrow. And he leaves, knowing Voight is staring after him, speechless.
Good, Will thinks. Fucking good.
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Whumpril 2024 - Day 21
"Just Hold On"
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Bridget Halstead hates Emergency Rooms and the way that it takes forever to be seen. But she's never hated them as much as she does right now with her three year old son crying in her arms.
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Me, after seeing something horrifying in a piece of media: That's horrifying.
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Me, opening up my docs: So how do I make it worse?
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On a crowded street in 1944 - bonus chapter
Summary - The four walls of Upton’s General Store were all Hailey knew although she longed to see what else life had to offer. When a handsome soldier walks through the door, she thinks he might just be the answer to the life she wants to have. But it was 1944 and the country was at war. Would fate smile on her or would her heart be another casualty of the war?
Chapters - 16/16
Notes - and with this chapter, this story has come to a close. Thank you all so so much for reading along and I hope you enjoy this final snippet ❤️ AO3 Link
He knew he had been cheeky, pushing the boundaries of what was acceptable in society by asking for her to send a photograph. They had only been on one date, had only shared one kiss. It didn’t matter that he knew he loved her, knew he wanted to marry her and to make her his, he still felt like he might have crossed a line.
In his response he had apologised and said he hoped he hadn’t caused offence and that night he had prayed twice over that she would forgive him and respond to his letter just as quickly. It was her letters that were keeping him sane over here. The things he had seen, the things he had to do. Well, dreaming of her blonde hair, her pretty blue eyes and the way her cheek dimpled when she smiled - those are the things that Jay chose to focus on instead.
Those were the things that were going to keep him safe and let him keep his promise. His promise that he would come home to her and she would someday be his wife.
As Jay lay there, or more accurately, sat with his back propped against the densely packed mud, his friends tucked in close on both sides, he realised he hadn’t actually told her that he planned to marry her if, no, when he returned to home soil. He had thought it was a given. He wasn’t the type of man to kiss a girl and then not want to follow it through. He’d never kissed a girl like that before in his life.
Sure, in school, they had played spin the bottle in the school yard, tucked behind one of the old classrooms that was never used. So Hailey hadn’t been his first kiss. That had been a slightly mousey girl called Ally, and their lips had barely touched. But he intended for Hailey to be his last kiss.
He smiled morosely at himself as he realised that no matter which way this war turned out for him - that statement would be true.
When he closed his eyes and tried to ignore the sounds of the bombs or the echoes of the screams of those who would never make it home to their sweethearts, pictures in their pockets or not, it was Hailey’s face that swam through his dreams. It was her lips that sang him to sleep.
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Post deliveries were both a highlight for the boys in the trenches but could also bring heartache.
There would be those overjoyed that a loved one’s letter had finally arrived, and those whose eyes would fall to the ground when told there was no post for them. There were those who had brothers, dads, uncles or friends in other platoons or other battalions who were waiting for news, and those who would receive a photo from their sweetheart and beam from ear to ear looking like a love sick puppy.
And then there were those who would receive the letter no one ever wanted too. The ‘Dear John’ letter.
One of the boys, Isaac, who usually bunked down a couple of people over from Jay and his buddy Mouse had received one two weeks prior. They had all read it, he’d passed it on as soon as he had read the words. It was curt, blunt, and broke the man's heart in two sentences flat. Isaac had barely spoken since. Jay prayed he would never receive one, that his and Hailey’s love could overcome the distance and pain that war would bring.
Today’s mail package looked a little smaller, fewer letters and fewer smiles on their faces. He wasn’t expecting a response from Hailey just yet, he doubted she had even received his letter yet. That didn’t stop him being hopeful that his name would be called and an envelope shoved into his hand.
It wasn’t his turn to smile however, it was Mouse’s. And as much as he was desperate to read Hailey’s newest thoughts, he was pleased for his friend. If they didn’t share in each other’s joy over here, well, it was one of the quickest ways to spiral.
‘She wrote me back!’ Mouse exclaimed as he tore the envelope open. ‘I only wrote on the off chance.’
‘Told you she would,’ Jay said with a smile as he thumped him on the back. ‘It’s the uniform, the ladies love it.’ It was a forced joke, an old tale with only a hint of truth to it. If any of their ladies could see them now, they wouldn’t nearly be so smitten.
‘She said she’s been thinking of me,’ Mouse muttered as his eyes skimmed quickly down the page. ‘Said the street’s not been the same without me.’
‘I bet it’s a hell of a lot tidier without you loitering on the corner,’ Jay scoffed but Mouse was too enraptured by the words on the page to hear anything Jay was saying.
‘She’s been thinking of me,’ Mouse repeated, his eyes glazing over with a love struck shine as he clutched the letter to his chest.
‘Better get you home in one piece then Mouse,’ Sergeant Platt said as he walked past them. He was a stern leader but he wanted the best for his men and Jay would follow him into battle come what may.
‘Preferably as good looking as when I left Sarge,’ Mouse chirped as the rest of the team laughed. It was easy to forget where they were when they were laughing and joking, they could have been boys in a school yard. But later that day when the fighting would resume, there would be no forgetting it. Jay didn’t think he would ever forget it. This was was becoming a part of him whether he wanted it to or not.
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‘Halstead!’ Jay turned his head quickly, it was mail call and his name being called could only mean one thing. ‘Letter for you.’
Jay accepted it with a small smile. He was normally over the moon to receive post, it was always from Hailey but this time, after his possible overstepping, he was concerned for what it might contain.
‘Is it from your girl?’ Mouse asked from his usual position, on Jay’s right hand side. They stuck together like glue now. Their unit was smaller now, Isaac hadn’t put his helmet on when they went over the top. Jay believed he might have forgotten on purpose but he kept that thought to himself. He wouldn’t taint Isaac’s memory for his family with a hint of cowardice. Although Jay thought it had more to do with the letter he had received rather than the horrors of the war. A battlefield wasn’t a place for a boy with a broken heart.
‘Yeah,’ Jay breathed out, his fingers brushing over the now familiar loopy writing of Hailey’s pen.
‘What are you waiting for you muppet,’ Mouse nudged him.
‘Nothing,’ Jay said, delicately opening the envelope so he’d be able to slide the letter back into it.
As he unfolded the writing paper, his heart skipped a beat. There, looking back up at him was a smiling picture of his love, his Hailey. Frozen in time in a black and white image, but her eyes were just as bright even from the page.
‘Damn Halstead,’ Mouse puffed, glancing over Jay’s shoulder. Privacy and the trenches were two things that didn’t go together. ‘How’d you get a girl that looks like that to agree to walk out with your ugly mug?’
Jay ignored him, focusing on Hailey’s words instead but his gaze kept dancing back to the photograph.
My dearest Jay,
There was no offence taken at all, I simply had not found a way to get a photograph taken, but with a little help, please find it enclosed. I hope this is what you wanted and it makes you smile.
Of course you have my heart, I hope it keeps you safe over there.
I miss you more than I ever thought a heart could miss someone.
I pray each night that you’ll come home safe, to me.
Yours forever,
Hailey.
He hadn’t offended her, and she had sent him a photograph.
It was the greatest gift he ever could have received.
‘Look everyone, Jay’s girl isn’t imaginary after all!’ Mouse exclaimed loudly and for once Jay was grateful for the layer of grime that coated his face to hide his blush.
There was a chorus of cheers from his friends and neighbouring units - a moment shared.
Jay knew it now, he knew in his next letter he needed to lay it all out. Tell her that he intended to marry her. He couldn’t keep it within him any longer. A girl like Hailey deserved to know how he truly felt.
He lifted her picture to his lips and kissed it softly before tucking it safely into his breast pocket, right atop his heart. It was where she lived anyway. Who’d have thought the girl he met in the general store would go on to mean so much to him. Someday that girl would be his wife. He tucked that thought away with a smile, when he got home, he would ask her in person to marry him. And if her letters were anything to go on, he didn’t need to pray she’d say yes. He already knew it.
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I don't care what kind of smarts they have but competence in something is sexy. And it makes everything better.
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