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stolethekey · 4 years

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all i’ve ever known is how to hold my own (but now i wanna hold you, too)

for @caniwritemywayout as part of @b99fandomevents!

Charles grabs Jake’s arm, ignoring his profuse questions and demands, and drags him to the side of the room. On the way, he gestures at Rosa, who is currently in conversation with a woman Jake has never seen before.

“That’s Amy,” Charles explains unnecessarily. “Santiago. The new teacher.”

“Yeah, I got that.”

or, the high school teacher au

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preview under the cut, but full fic is only on ao3 because this guy is LONG!!1!

Jake Peralta hates the summer.

It’s hot and muggy outside, which he hates more than anything, and it’s the opposite of Christmas, which means it’s the opposite of Die Hard and holiday parties and free-flowing booze.

Plus, if he’s being honest, he misses his job.

John Roebling High isn’t exactly an exceptional school; it’s solidly average on every list ranking Brooklyn high schools, and in most ways, it is precisely what one would expect a conventional American high school to be.

Except his colleagues are awesome, and so are his kids, and every day he spends with them makes him a happier person.

So he hates the summer, and he wiles away the hours movie-hopping and sipping large orange sodas with Charles, reminiscing about the semesters past and looking forward to the semesters ahead.

“Gina said there’s gonna be a new teacher this year,” Charles says conversationally, wincing slightly as they step out of the air-conditioned theater and onto the sidewalk. “Some Ivy-league grad. She’s teaching classic literature, or something.”

Jake stops to throw his popcorn bucket into the trash and raises his eyebrows. “We never get new teachers. And classic lit? Why do we need that when we already have AP Lit? What is this, some kind of private religious school?”

“You teach film,” Charles reminds him. “That’s not exactly standard public-school fare, either.”

“I—well, I just don’t get why an Ivy grad would ever want to teach at John Roebling. Not because we’re not awesome, but because—”

“We’re too cool for that stuffy, snobbish shit. Yeah.”

There’s a beat, and then Charles says, “Holt invited her to our school-year kickoff party.”

Jake nearly spits out his drink. “He what?!”

“It makes sense, I guess. She’s a teacher. All the other teachers go.”

“All the other teachers are friends,” Jake grumbles, and privately he wonders if this is the year the magic dies.

Raymond Holt’s school-year kickoff parties are Jake’s favorite part of summer.

They’re as close to ragers as is appropriate for a bunch of high school teachers and their principal to throw, which is to say that they’re not ragers at all—but both alcohol and warm conversation flow freely and abundantly, so who is Jake to complain?

He maneuvers around Holt’s house with practiced ease, smiling at his colleagues and stopping by the shrimp platter a little more often than necessary. At one point, Hitchcock corners him in the kitchen and bestows upon him an incredibly long, scripted pitch for what is clearly a pyramid scheme. Jake pops Skittles into his mouth one at a time, nodding with what he hopes is believable interest, and once his bowl is empty he decides it’s time to leave.

“That sounds great,” he says, patting Hitchcock on the shoulder and ducking under his arm. “I’ll let you know.”

“But I didn’t even finish—”

“Sorry!” Jake calls, spotting and making a beeline for a familiar shade of khaki in the living room. “Boyle needs me!”

Charles turns at the sound of his name, rolling his eyes as he waits for Jake to approach. “Did he give you the Nutriboom pitch too?”

“Yeah, it was terrible—”

“Well, good, because that’s gonna make what I’m about to do seem a lot better.”

“That’s Amy,” Charles explains unnecessarily. “Santiago. The new teacher.”

“Yeah, I got that.”

His first thought is that she’s younger than he expected. His second thought is interrupted by Rosa and Santiago’s conversation.

“You have a lot of opinions on this,” Rosa says gruffly.

“I’m just saying!” Santiago’s voice is bright, and her eyes are shining with the excitement Jake reserves exclusively for sour candy and action movies. “Emily Brontë is the worst Brontë sister and that is entirely because she wrote Wuthering Heights, which sucks ass.”

“I’ve gotta say,” Jake says loudly, sidling up beside Rosa. “I never thought I’d hear such a boring topic discussed with some enthusiasm.”

Santiago turns toward him, her voice indignant when she answers. “I teach classic lit, I should hope that I’d care about it.” The indignation fades she takes him in, replaced by a recognition that Jake finds slightly unsettling. “Oh. Holt told me about you. You must be Jake.”

“And you must be fun at parties.”

She shakes his outstretched hand, her mouth twisting into a wry smile. “I was under the impression that I was currently at a party.”

“I—you are,” Jake stammers. “This is.” He glances at Charles for help. Charles beams at him. Jake wrenches his gaze back towards Amy, who has allowed a slightly smug expression to float onto her face.

“Well, you let me know whether your prediction turns out to be true,” she says evenly, then nods politely at Rosa. “I’m gonna grab another drink.”

Jake glowers at her back until it disappears into the kitchen. When he turns, Rosa has a supremely superior smirk on her face.

“What?” He demands.

“Nothing,” Rosa says, her smirk growing even wider. “I’m just excited for the year.”

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#b99 summer 2020 fic exchange #b99fandomevents #my b99 fics #my fics #sorry y'all i am not posting the entirety of this 33-page monstrosity on tumblr #but i will say that i had so much fun writing this fic #more fun than i've had in a long time #and it made me sad that law school is so all-consuming that my writing may never see the light of day again #anyway #i hope u like #b99 fanfic #jake peralta x amy santiago #peraltiago

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writefasttalkevenfaster · 3 years

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hi! i’m sabina (or sab) - i’m a writer who spends far too much time thinking about fictional characters, and this blog is very multi-fandom.

status: hiatus

current obsessions: ben barnes, andrew garfield, anime, criminal minds, law and order: svu, 911/911: lone star, star wars, mcu, parks and rec, b99, tgp, tua, etc

quick links: masterlist / about me / fic recs

newest fic: dancing with our hands tied (part two) / waiting (buck x reader)

upcoming: august (part ii) (hotch x reader) / take my whole heart too (TMH - sonny) | dancing with our hands tied (part three) (hotch x reader)

note:

you can request away but no promises I'll get to it

i post fics on mondays generally

send an ask! i love to chat :) (responses may be delayed based on my mental health)

I make announcement posts for my fics before they go up + build a tag list based off likes/reblogs/comments

minors do not interact with 18+ content, the content warnings are there, and if i see any minors interact with any 18+/NSFW posts, i will block you.

tags: wftf talks, wftf answers, wftf watches _____, novel tag, law school tag, fic: ______, wftf celebration

#wftf talks #i made this b/c i got a very large amount of followers last night and i've been meaning to do this so :)#intro post #i may change that header lol #i'm so terrible at making things lol

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flufflepuffle296 · 4 years

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B99 x MIRACULOUS

Ok this is one of the dumbest ideas I’ve ever had but shut up. Also I’m not American so sorry if I get the geography wrong. Also I’m sorry but I’m on mobile so can’t add the “keep reading” tag and this is a long post so sorry if you don’t like b99 xxx.

So there are a lot of “class goes to Gotham and leaves Marinette behind and she gets adopted by the Wayne’s” Fics. I was thinking about Brooklyn 99 and was thinking if a similar thing could happen?

Soooo......

Bustier’s Class goes to NY and tours around the cities, seeing sights and meeting people (Lila bragging about knowing everyone oh so humbly in the background).

On the day that they’re supposed to leave from Brooklyn, Lila makes Marinette miss their flight, and Bustier just accepts that everyone’s there and leaves without her.

Marinette wakes up and PANICS because SHE’S ALONE IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY WITH NO WAY OF GETTING BACK.

She calms down and after consulting the hotel staff, heads towards the nearby police station to get some help.

CROSSOVER TIME

She meets the squad, and Santiago starts gushing over how sweet she is.

Rosa even smiles...

She explains the situation, and Santiago is quickly on the phone screaming at some poor man about how Flight 749675 to Paris should legally turn around!!!!!

In the meantime....

Marinette starts talking about Lila and the class, which leads to Rosa teaching her how to throw knives (“SHE NEEDS TO LEARN TERRY”) and Holt teaching her how to be an ice queen towards her class as they converse in French.

Boyle and Marinette exchange recipes and critique each other’s paella.

At some point Gina gets called in because there is a young girl who needs to think better of herself and be told she’s a Britney Spears equivalent and should act like one a few times.

Jake gets her to set up pranks with him on Santiago, who’s reciting part B subsection D of Brooklyn aviation protocol angrily to a TSA Agent now.

At the end of the night, she still has no way of getting back home any time soon, or anywhere to stay, so Terry and Sharron take her in for the night. She is really good with the kids, and they are all quiet.

Terry nearly cries with joy at the silence.

About a week later, she’s learnt how to throw knives, axes, use nunchucks, how to shoot a gun, stab someone AND get away with it from Rosa, as well as improved her English, learnt a little Flemish and learnt how to become an Ice Queen from Holt.

She’s made $150 just from keeping Terry’s kids quiet, and from helping Boyle create a new sexy cat costume.

Santiago makes sure she and Jake don’t eat too much sugar, and she officially knows how to walk down a runway for when she reveals herself as MDC thanks to Gina.

She becomes best friends with Hitchcock and Scully because a) she and Scully both speak French and b) she lives in a bakery and promised them free treats if they visit, at one point even challenging them to an eating contest...

...and it ended in a tie....

Ladybug helps them as a vigilante now and again (Jake nearly passed out at the thought of a superhero bug helping them).

They finally manage to take Marinette back home, and escort her back to school.

When they finally reach Bustier’s class, they overhear Lila ranting about how Marinette is clearly skiving off school and should be suspended to the teacher (or rather Holt, Scully and Marinette translate for the group.)

Terry breaks down the door at this, closely followed by Rosa holding SEVERAL DAGGERS (which Holt was not pleased about!)

Bustier’s shocked to say the least, but needs to make a good impression on these people, so starts reprimanding her problem student Marinette for lying and truancy.

Santiago starts smugly ranting in French to the teacher, listing what she’s done wrong and how she could be tríaled under both French and American law (and yes, she did learn as much French as possible specifically for this rant).

Bustier tries to excuse herself by blaming Marinette, but Gina comes swooping in, criticising Bustier’s fashion sense and exposing her with stuff she found out about her from when she was 7 (of course Bustier is terrified).

When they arrive back at the bakery, Jake gets adopted by Tom immediately and Sabine helps Boyle with his cooking blog, as well as discussing Martial arts with Rosa and being given all the tips on how to sue Bustier from Santiago.

Years later Marinette becomes a fashion designer in New York, and is advertised on Gina’s blog. Jake and Amy find out she’s Ladybug (Holt figured it out immediately) and she helps them all with cases, and helps out the kids that come in.

#lila salt #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous #mlb #miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #bustier salt #bustiers class #class salt #b99 x mlb #ladybug #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #miraculous lila #ml lila #brooklyn 99 x miraculous #mlb crossover #miraculous crossover #marinette deserves better #ml prompt

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anotheronechicagobog · 4 years

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Bulletproofness and Playing God Jay Halstead x reader

written by: @anotheronechicagobog

requested by @confusedpimp, I hope you like it!

warnings: swearing, addiction, Hannah Asher is NOT porprayed well in this you have been warned, malpractice, emergency c-section complications, involves Chicago Med episode ‘Do No Harm’, police being idiots and assholes, warrants served incorrectly, drugs, drug dealers, bad neighbourhood created by systematic oppression and gentrification, Will is a prick with issues, and canon compliant violence

A/N: I am very sympathetic and supportive of people who have addictions because not only are there a tone of genetic factors that weigh in on it, but environmental factors that most people have very little to no control over. That being said, I am strongly against people with addictions working in healthcare, first responding, and/or law enforcement who spend most of their time with vulnerable people who don’t have much of a choice about whether to trust them or not. If someone works in an area where they have someone’s life in their hands they cannot be addicted to a substance that will control their ability to make judgements, affect how/their ability to work, and function as a whole.

In the past eight months, a warrant has been served to your apartment twenty-one times. You haven’t done anything wrong, the name on the warrants was always for your upstairs neighbour, did this make being woken up and the fucking crack of dawn and being interrogated (sometimes arrested) any easier? Not even a fucking bit. So you weren’t surprised when at 3:28 am, your door was busted open (again), heard shouts of “Chicago PD!” (again), and heard your house being “cleared” (again). You groaned and sat up, holding your hands up. Your bedroom door was thrown open with a bang. “I am unarmed, Marcus Evans lives in the apartment upstairs, and I have no association to him.” In the blandest voice possible, you recited the statement the legal aid at your university wrote you. “Uh... Sorry? Hey, Sarg, I think I’ve figured out why there were so many unsuccessful warrants on this place.” The blonde man was still pointing a gun at your head, but more members of his unit came to surround him.

“Can I put my hands down now? I have documents that prove I am innocent, that the warrant was served to the wrong address, again, and that the only connection I have to Marcus Evans is that he is my annoying upstairs neighbour.”

They all sheepishly looked at you. The Latina woman spoke up, “the apartment is clear of anything even remotely illegal. Well, aside from the power lines attached to her box outside that show that her neighbours have been stealing power and internet from her.”

‘Sarg’, an older man with silver hair with a surprised look on his face nodded. “Alright, put ‘em down and get us the papers.”

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Despite all the evidence that the warrant wasn’t meant for you, they still insisted on taking you down to the station. You refused since they couldn’t arrest you and had no grounds to hold you on, and Sergeant Voight did not like that. “I’m too tired to give a shit about what you want. I have three jobs, student loans, and university to deal with. The only things of value in my apartment are my crappy laptop and internet access. The only time I am ever here is to sleep. You already disturbed what little sleep I was able to get, and I have work in... Forty-five minutes. Just great. Please leave, and can one of you, for the love of all things holy put a note in the system that this is NOT Marcus Evans’ apartment?!” Everyone flinched at your outburst, all looking both sympathetic and annoyed except for Detective Halstead, he just looked very sad for you. “Of course,” he said as he handed you a business card, “if you could call me when you have time, we have some pretty important questions.” Sargent Voight shot him a look, one that clearly said ‘what the fuck are you doing? That’s not your call.’ “Okay. Now seriously, please leave.” Irritated and muttering under their breath, barring Halstead who gave you a smirk and a wink, they all left stepping over the splinters of the door you replaced three weeks before.

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The next day after entering your sparsely decorated apartment, dropping dead on your bed/couch, you heard the distinctive sounds of a door being broken down, followed by the police announcing themselves, and an apartment being searched... Above yours. They finally got the right apartment! Despite the ache in your muscles and bones, you jumped up and cheered. Complete and utter elation surrounded you and your soul. A few minutes into your dancing and celebrating there was a knock on the door. Smiling brighter than you had in years you answered the door. “Good morning detective!”

“Well, good morning to you too, Ms. Y/L/N. You’re in a much better mood.”

“To be fair, you guys busted into my apartment at three in the morning, again, and I just heard everything that happened upstairs, you guys finally got the right apartment!”

“Hey, we never served more than one warrant here.”

“Your unit only served one, but your brothers in blue served twenty-one. Destroying property, unlawful arrest, causing severe anxiety, and just general harassment for eight months. The only reason I didn’t move was because I couldn’t afford to. I’m just happy it’s over now, I’ll never have a Marcus Evans warrant served at my apartment again!” Halstead looked happy when you opened the door and your conversation began, but when you finally took a breath you noticed how guilty he looked. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, looking like he was in physical pain, before he nodded at you and walked away, leaving you feeling incredibly confused.

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Two days later you returned from two ten-hour shifts to Jay Halstead in front of your door. “Detective?”

“Please, call me Jay.”

“Alright, Jay, what are you doing here? Is everything okay with Marcus’s arrest?”

“Oh yeah, everything’s fine with that. I came here because of this.” He handed you a large manilla envelope. “What’s this?”

“Compensation. For everything that happened over the last eight months. And apartment listings in better neighbourhoods. Seriously, you need to get out of here, it’s way too dangerous.”

“Thanks for the advice, and the compensation, I’ll think about it. But it just might not be doable for me.”

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You couldn’t afford to move, something that irked Jay to no end. So he came around often. Dropping by with coffee and Irish breakfasts. Sharing his Netflix password and watching B99 together. Driving you home from work or university when it was late. The days grew shorter, and your hours of work grew longer. Jay worried. About you. About the number of hours you worked. About how much university work you had. About your health, how much (or little, really) you slept and ate, how you didn’t see the doctor as often you should (ironic considering you were in med school), and about how you never took time to relax, always jumping from one task to the next.

You slumped against the passenger seat of Jay’s truck, exhausted after working for thirty hours straight, ten at each of your jobs. “Okay, seriously, you can’t keep living like this. I have a spare room, I can get you a civilian job at my precinct. You are wearing yourself to the bone. Please, Y/N.”

“I get my residency assignment tomorrow. I quit today.”

“You did?”

“Yes.”

“All of them?”

“All three.”

“And you’ll move out of your apartment?”

“Nope.” Popping the ‘p’. Jay sighed and shook his head, before looking at your half-asleep form. “I’ll take you to the shithole you call a home.”

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TWO YEARS LATER

Jumping up and down you waited for Jay to open the door. The envelopes sitting on his coffee table glaring at you. You flopped onto his couch (that didn’t also double as a bed) and huffed impatiently. Fidgeting.

The door opened and you jumped up, startling your best friend. His cop/ranger instincts taking over. He stiffly dropped his jacket and yanked out his gun before aiming it for your head. Panic coursed through you, tightening your chest. Reflexively you put up your hands, not able to control the words that bubbled out of your throat. “I’m bulletproof... But please don’t shoot me.” Jay lowered his gun, laughing. “‘Bulletproof’? Really?”

“Hey, I panicked, shut up.”

“What’re you doing here, anyway? I thought you were taking another shift?”

“I was, but then Sarah’s plans fell through so she decided to take her shift back, plus I got my fellowship applications back!”

“Where did you get accepted?!”

“I don’t know I was waiting for you to get back to open them!”

“Well I’m here now, so open them!”

“Okay, okay, here we go; Honolulu general, accepted, Seattle Grace, no, but they had a bomb blow up there recently so I’m not heartbroken, Chicago med, yes, and Miami Dade Memorial, yes. Okay 3/4, that’s great! What do you think?”

“Well I’m biased, so Chicago Med, but it would be fun to visit you in Hawaii.”

“Hawaii is so expensive though, I’d probably have to have a part-time job to make rent.”

“In a decent apartment this time.”

“Two part-time jobs, then. So Hawaii is out, now Miami... It is hot there, beaches, the ocean, the food, but Miami Dade Memorial isn’t very prominent in the research department and the crime rate is awful in the part I’d need to live and work in. I mean I know isn’t a whole lot better but... It would feel a bit like moving from bad to worse, especially on my budget.”

“So that leaves Chicago...”

“It does, but I think I need to find a new place that’s closer to Med and filled with less dug dealers.”

“Please tell me this was a subtle way of asking if you can move in with me.”

“It wasn’t, but now that you bring it up, would that be okay?”

“YES! Oh thank fuck, you’re finally moving out of that rat’s nest! C’mon, let’s go get your stuff now!”

“But Jay I just paid this month’s rent-“

“Let’s gooooooooooo!”

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FOUR MONTHS LATER

Because your apartment was in such a “great location” (in the same building as three drug dealers) your landlord was willing to give half of your rent back. It had only taken you twenty-something minutes to pack your things and leave. Now you were starting your surgical OB/GYN fellowship, excited to not be working multiple jobs at once for the first time since you were twelve. While Jay’s brother, Will, worked at Med as well he worked in the ED while you worked in the gynecology unit and you were thankful you only had to work together for consults or in an all hands on deck situation because he could be a fucking prick. When you first met him years ago he spent two hours quizzing your medical knowledge, and he got annoyed when you got everything right and he couldn’t correct you. So when you got a consult from him your first week there, you were apprehensive. “Hey Y/N, treatment room four.”

“Thanks, Maggie.” You pushed back the curtain and were met with the sight of a pregnant woman clearly in immense pain and a frustrating ginger. “Dr. Asher is her OB but we can’t find her anywhere. She was on-call but I, and a couple of nurses, and her secretary have been blowing up her phone and we’ve got nothing back. This is her patient Sienna. She’s in a lot of pain but is refusing painkillers, you’ve been working with her a lot lately-“ You snorted. His facial expression hardened. “Just come out and say it Y/L/N.”

“First of all it’s doctor Y/L/N, second of all, I haven’t been ‘working’ with her, I’ve been taking care of ‘her’ patients because she’s almost never at work. She just cancels the appointments short notice and since these women are kind of on a timeline their appointments get reassigned to other doctors. She’s listed as their doctor on all the forms but she’s never even met half of them. Sienna is the only patient that Dr. Asher has seen more than once.”

“Don’t talk about her like that, you don’t know-“

“That she’s an addict? The entire OB floor knows we just don’t have enough proof to do anything about it. And don’t get me wrong, I know that there’s a lot of genetic components to addiction and I would be sympathetic if she wasn’t responsible for multiple lives at a time on a daily basis.” You turned on your heel and entered the room, done with Will Halstead and his bullshit. “Hi Sienna, my name is Dr. Y/N Y/L/N, and I’ll be filling in for Dr. Asher, I understand that you don’t want any drugs and while that’s fine, if your condition gets bad enough we may have to intervene but we’ll do everything we can for you and your baby, okay?”

“Where’s Dr. Asher? I need her here, she understands!”

“Okay, we’re still trying to find her okay?”

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“So I heard that you and my brother locked horns today.”

“Your brother is a prick.”

“I know that he is, I’m just wondering what happened this time.”

“He’s doing this weird ethical-puppy love-guilt trippy-Romeo and Juliet level of doomed-unnecessary drama-thing going on and it’s completely affecting how he treats his patients. We already had one loose cannon we couldn’t disarm, now we have another. It’s come to the point that I’m genuinely worried about the patients that come into Med, and I don’t know what to do.”

“I’m sorry, I wish there was something I could do.”

“Just try not to antagonize Will, okay? He’s more on edge and that makes him erratic, I would really appreciate it if you wouldn’t make it worse.”

“Okay. I’ll leave him alone.”

“Thank you. I’m starving, what should we do for dinner?”

“Vietnamese is on the way.”

“Have I told you how amazing you are today?”

“Yes, but I would love to hear it again.”

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Dr. Asher’s medical negligence had finally caught up with her, and for once Will wasn’t even remotely involved. He and Asher were having one of their silent spats again when Asher dropped the ball, or baby rather, during an emergency c-section of a patient she misdiagnosed and mistreated because she was in need of a fix. The only reason the mother didn’t hemorrhage and baby didn’t crack his skull was because of your observations and quick reflexes. The baby was healthy and mom was recovering and you were fuming. After scrubbing out you approached the, understandably distressed, father and told him that on your best medical opinion he and his wife should file a malpractice suit for missing an easy and obvious diagnosis, screwing up a routine surgery, and almost killing his son seconds after he was born.

You met with him, his lawyer and Asher two days later in a conference room with Goodwin and Peter the Stressed Out Lawyer. You accused her of having an addiction. The father requested a drug test. Goodwin glared, you glared back. If she didn’t want it handled like this then she should have dealt with it months ago when you brought it up your second week at Med. She tried to approach you in the hall, condescension on the tip of her tongue when you levelled her with a glare so fierce it rivalled that of Godzilla. “You do not get to scold me like I am a child. I told you when I first got here that she has a problem. That she is a danger to everyone who comes into her care. That she is a danger to other doctors. That she is a liability. Do not bitch to me when I told a husband and father who almost his wife and son to her recklessness to sue. To get angry and fight back. Do not take that petty, catty, condescending tone with me because I went around you. You have absolutely no ground to stand on. Because. You. Were. Wrong.”

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You were surprised you had a job to come back to the next day. So was a very pissed off and ‘heartbroken’ Will Halstead. He kept running around to your colleagues, badmouthing you, trying to get them to join in and turn on you, but that didn’t happen. They not only agreed with you but rallied around you. Doctors are not gods. They do not get to ignore a patient’s wishes or act like they don’t have restrictions and limitations. It came to the point that Will told Jay he didn’t approve of you and that he had to dump you... Despite the fact that you weren’t dating.

Jay had rolled his eyes and pushed Will out of the apartment before giving you a hug and made you pancakes for dinner. “I’m sorry that I messed up your relationship with Will.”

“Don’t be. We’re brothers, we fight from time to time, and sometimes those fights are bigger than others and that’s okay. Will, well Halsteads in general, are pretty good at torpedoing any and all romantic relationships.”

“I’m sure that’s not true.”

“My parents only got married cause my mom got knocked up and fought non-stop, Will was and still is in love with Natalie but he was too controlling, secretive, and refused to tell her about Burke, and me... Lindsay and I were on a break before we left because my Vegas wife refused to divorce me and I didn’t tell her I had even been to Vegas.”

“Okay, so maybe it’s a little true, but it’s not because you’re bad people or Even just saying ‘yes there’s something going on but I don’t feel ready to talk about it with you’ would go a long way. Cause all you Halstead guys say is that you’re fine but you never are and if you lie to yourself you lie to your partner.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. And tell Will when his head is surgically removed from Asher’s ass. You’ve seen that he follows her around like a puppy, right?”

“Yup, everyone on the OB floor has been talking about it nonstop since he started his whatever it was with Asher.”

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EIGHT MONTHS LATER

Because of the suit, the hospital conducted an internal investigation in relation to Dr. Asher that pretty much everyone could confirm. Erratic behaviour and attendance, leaving other doctors to tend to her patients while keeping her name on the case files, and horrifying evidence of being high while working. Granted that had only happened twice and she literally just sat in her office staring at paperwork the whole time. Still, she was fired, the suit was settled, and Asher lost her license. You had destroyed her career and while there was a part of you that felt guilty, you knew that in the end she did the right thing. She refused help and kept carrying on in a way that would have been detrimental to more patients if other doctors hadn’t stepped in. Will still wasn’t talking to you and had started avoiding Jay recently because you two started dating.

Barring the tension from all the Will stuff, your relationship was doing well. You had great dates (both out and at the apartment), were radiating happiness together, and Jay was taking your words about communication to heart. Not once has the phrase ‘I’m fine’ dripped off of his lips. If he didn’t want to tell you something or was more comfortable talking about it with his therapist or Upton before you he’d let you know. Most times he would just talk about what was bothering him, even if it was only bullet points sometimes you both felt relieved that functional relationships were actually possible.

You were on a date with Jay at your favourite Jamaican restaurant when you ran into Hannah Asher. She did not look pleased to see you and quite honestly you could have lived the rest of your life happily if you never had to see her again. After a few seconds of glaring at you and your boyfriend, an annoying ginger put his arm around her. “Hi Will. How are you?”

“My girlfriend and I are doing well Jacob.”

“Really Will? You’re using my whole name because my-”

“Okay, you know what? Let’s go our separate ways. It looked like you guys were just leaving, and we’re probably confusing our poor hostess. So let’s both just walk away.”

“You ruined my life.”

“Asher-”

“You took everything from me!”

“Do you have any idea how many patients you almost killed in your time at Med? Because I do, and it’s a triple-digit number. You shouldn’t have been practicing in your condition and you know it. So you need to drop the victim act and walk away.” You saw her face contort into complete and utter rage, then everything is hazy. There were lights, bright red ones, and screaming, you were pretty sure Jay was there, and there was... Copper? Why did your mouth feel like it was full of liquid pennies? There was gurgling, was there a baby? Were they okay? You tried to speak, get up, look around, but you were too tired. You were begging yourself to move, to do something, but it felt like your bones turned into melting iron.

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You didn’t remember waking up, or falling asleep for that matter, you were just looking at the glass door and suddenly it came into focus. You didn’t even know how you got to the ED, what happened at the restaurant. Dr. Choi entered your room apprehensively. “Y/L/N? How are you feeling?”

“Like I was mauled by a tiger.”

“That’s... Actually pretty close to what happened, honey.”

“Jay?”

“Hey, I’m right here. So, what’s the prognosis Choi?”

“Multiple contusions on the right side of the abdomen, lower back and around your neck, multiple lacerations all over your abdomen, forearms, and two on your head. Your liver was also perforated, we couldn’t stop the bleeding so we had to remove half of it, which you know means it’ll take a couple of months to grow back and you won’t be able to drink for around a year. We’re going to need to monitor you and run some tests, so you’re gonna be here for a few days.”

“Well I should hope so. What? Why are you two looking at me like I have eight heads? I could’ve died.”

“... You actually want to stay in the hospital and be cared for by your colleagues?”

“I trust you, besides I’ll only make things worse if I check myself out AMA, doesn’t matter how good of a doctor I am. It’ll be hard and I’m not going to enjoy it, but I have to stay here and get treated regardless so I might as well be as positive as I can about it.”

“You are officially my favourite patient.”

“And I love you even more.”

“Thanks guys, I appreciate it.”

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“What happened Jay? I don’t remember anything after telling her to walk away.”

“She went berserk. Attacked you. I tried to pull her off but Will lost his mind, telling me not to hurt her. I managed to toss him after a couple of seconds but I was too late. She’d already slashed you up and stabbed you twice. I grabbed her but she managed to get a bunch of kicks in while I was hauling her away from you all while screaming that she was going to kill you. I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect you. She’s sitting in a cell at the 21st right now with Platt breathing down her neck. We also did a drug test on her, she was high as all hell.”

“Please don’t feel bad Jay, I know that you reacted as fast and did as much as you could. And I know that Will did what he could to stop you. How is Will by the way?”

“He’s in the cell next to hers. He assaulted a police officer and was an accomplice in assault. Voight’s been asking if I want to drop the charges against him because he’s my brother. And I just don’t know, I wanted to talk to you first.”

“I don’t want to charge him. And I don’t want you to press charges either, but I won’t stop you if that’s what you want.”

“I don’t want him to go to jail, I want him to go to therapy. He needs it.”

“I wasn’t sure if I should say anything, but he really does. And I think you need to be the one to bring it up with him. We can do some research, too, and find psychiatrists that have their own practices so that it’s not connected to the hospital at all.”

“That sounds like a great idea, but I think you mean I do the research cause you are supposed to be resting and not doing any physically or mentally strenuous tasks.”

“Fine, fine. Just give Will a hug from me when you see him.”

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ONE YEAR LATER

The day of the trial had finally arrived and you were pissed off about it. The date of the trial was the same day as your due date. The defence had done everything they could to delay the trial, and when they finally settled on the worst possible day three weeks ago, you’d tried to have it delayed again because you didn’t want to give birth in a courtroom. The defence had convinced the judge to deny it, so here you were, sitting in a sweltering room that smelled like old wood and seventies carpet for five hours beside your husband behind the district attorney doing your best not to glare at the judge. “It’s going to be okay, honey, she won’t get away with anything, it’s cut and dry. The only real thing to do is to determine her sentence.” Jay kissed your forehead and placed his hand on top of yours on your protruding stomach. You winced. “She just kicked again, Jay.”

“That’s seven minutes apart.”

“I’m in labour, we need to go.” Jay nodded to your lawyer who motioned to the judge for permission to speak. “Your honour, my client is in labour, may we adjourn so that she and her husband can go to the hospital?”

“Objection your honour!”

“Ms. Asher, do not interrupt the prosecution. I’ve heard and seen more than enough evidence. Ms. Asher, you are hereby sentenced to twenty-five years in prison for aggravated assault and attempted murder. The court now is adjourned. Oh, and Dr. Y/L/N and detective Halstead? Congratulations.”

#One Chicago #Chicago PD #chicago med #jay halstead #jay halstead x reader #will halstead #Hannah Asher #sharon goodwin

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bring-me-bellarke · 6 years

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rules: answer all questions, add one question of your own, and tag as many people as there are questions

i was tagged by: @dxrkartifices thank you! :*

tagging: @littlebellarkemix @and-now-youre-home @drogontamer @selflessbellamy @adancergirl @livinladolcevita @perhalta @nvermindiseeyou @bellarketrashaf & anyone who wants to!

@coke or pepsi: neither, i don’t drink pop.

disney or dreamworks: Disnayyyy.

coffee or tea: coffee keeps me alive.

books or movies: books

windows or mac: I’m a Mac whore, sorry.

dc or marvel: neither? idk im kinda clueless on superheroes, comix, etc. well i’m watching Cloak and Dagger, so i guess Marvel.

xbox or playstation: the last gaming system i had was playstation.

dragon age or mass effect: oh god i have no idea. I’ve heard of mass effect??

night owl or early riser: shockingly, im both.

cards or chess: i’m terrible at both.

chocolate or vanilla: chocolate.

vans or converse: converse

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: what the fuck are these?? HALP.

fluff or angst: I WANT BOTH AT THE SAME TIME, MY STANDARDS ARE UNREALISTIC.

beach or forest: beach...but i also love forests...

dogs or cats: dogs

clear skies or rain: RAIN

cooking or eating out: cooking

spicy food or mild food: spicayyyy.

halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: Hmm, Christmas.

would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: too cold.

if you could have any superpower, what would it be? ability to conjure any food.

animation or live action: live action

paragon or renegade: ?????

baths or showers: Hmm, showers.

team cap or team iron man: did y’all see the clueless about superheroes bit above?

fantasy or sci-fi: SCI-FI

do you have three or four favorite quotes? if so what are they: I do, but I’m honestly blanking rn. Urggghh.

netflix or youtube: netflix

harry potter or percy jackson: harry potter

when you feel accomplished: when my to-do list is. done

star wars or star trek: neither

paperback or hardback: paperback because they’re toit.

horror or rom-com: rom-com

tv shows or movies: TV shows

spotify or pandora: spotify

zootopia or inside out: Haven’t seen either.

favorite book: Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon.

favorite flower: orchid

what field of study are you in (or aspire to be in): Going to law school next month! :)

song lyric you really love? “In my head, I do everything right.” -Lorde

what’s your MBTI type? ENFJ

fave movie: this is weird, but i don’t have one right now.

favorite tv show(s): the 100, b99, stranger things,

top three authors: Isabel Allende,

favorite season? Fall

favorite high school musical? NONE I HATE THEM.

silver or gold? Gold.

favorite food? TACOS. AL. PASTOR.

dream vacation? oh god this is hard. A whole trek of the South American coasts or the coasts of Greece.

green vs. blue? blue

favorite film/literary/tv hero/heroine? Bellamy fucking Blake.

Who are your OTPS? Bellarke, Jeresa, Tandy x Tyrone, Jopper, Mileven, Nick x Jess, Waurel, Tiva, SethKate, Wynonna x Doc, and I’m blanking but the couple from The Rain! And lots more.

If you could be anything for a day, what would you be? (mine!) I’d be an actor.

#ask games #tagged

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hiraeth-doux · 6 years

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100 Questions

Tagged by one of my favourites @lunabelles

1. What is your nickname? I don’t have one

2. How old are you? Old …

3. What is your birth month? June

4. What is your zodiac sign? Gemini

5. What is your favorite color? Purple

6. What’s your lucky number? 13

7. Do you have any pets? 2 cats but they live with my mom now because bringing them with me to Australia would have been complicated

8. Where are you from? currently living in Australia

9. How tall are you? 5′2 (1,59m)

10. What shoe size are you? between 6 and 7, depending on shoes

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? About 12 maybe?

12. Are you random? oh yeah

13. Last person you texted? My telephone company (yeah....)

14. Are you psychic in any way? I don’t think so, I can be so incredibly clueless.

15. Last TV show watched? Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt

6. Favorite movie? Stardust

17. Favourite show from your childhood? Sailor Moon!

18. Do you want children? Nope

19. Do you want a church wedding? Not planning on getting married

20. What is your religion? Brought up an atheist and will keep it that way. I’m quite fascinated with Buddhism and Hinduism but I don’t believe in anything divine

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? Yes

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Running the red light, does that count?

23. How is life? ..... next question

24. Baths or showers? Showers

25. What color socks are you wearing? Black

26. Have you ever been famous? lmao no

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? Nope. I like being able to carry on with my life without being stalked. I’d love the financial side of it though

28. What type of music do you like? All kinds except the songs I don't like

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? I think so... I’m pretty sure I have but i don’t have a clear recollection

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 3

31. What position do you usually sleep in? My side or my stomach

32. How big is your house? It’s a studio. Decent sized for a studio but otherwise it’s pretty small

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Cereal or an omelette

34. Have you ever left the country? Yes

35. Have you ever tried archery? I think I had a toy bow because I liked Robin Hood as a kid, but not the real thing, no.

36. Do you like anyone? In a romantic sense - yeah, sort of. Otherwise I like my family and friends and my cats :)

37. Favorite swear word? Fuck

38. When do you fall asleep? Whenever my sleeping pills kick in

39. Do you have any scars? A few, have no idea how I got most of them though.

40. Sexual orientation? Pretty sure I’m straight but I hope I’m wrong

41. Are you a good liar? Maybe...?? How do you determine that?

42. What languages would you like to learn? Italian, Hebrew and Greek

43. Top 10 songs? I just played Tightrope from The Greatest Showman 15 times on repeat so I’ll go with it, x 10 lol

44. Do you like your country? It’s okay, although I moved here from Canada and I like Canada much more

45. Do you have friends from the web? Yes and I <3 you all!

46. What is your personality type? no idea, i took the test several times, each time with a different result

47. Hogwarts House? Ravenclaw

48. Can you curl your tongue? Nope

49. Pick one fictional character you can relate to? April Ludgate from Parks and Rec, or Rosa Diaz from B99

50. Left or right handed? Righty (sp??)

51. Are you scared of spiders? Not really. I find them disgusting but I can kill them without, you know, having to ask someone else to do it

52. Favorite food? Deep fried cheese

53. Favorite foreign food? Sushi

54. Are you a clean or messy person? A little bit of both??? I’m not the kind of messy that has week-old food just sitting on the table or has clothes strewn all over the floor, but I’m not a neat freak either, idk

55. If you could switch your gender for a day, what would you do? Probably try to understand why men are so obsessed with boobs. I don’t get it, it’s mostly just fat (that women are not supposed to have anywhere else on the body, right?)

56. What color underwear? Peach

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? Maybe 30 minutes, give or take a few

58. Do you have much of an ego? I have zero

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? Don’t like candy

60. Do you talk to yourself? If not me, who else? lol

61. Do you sing to yourself? Not really

62. Are you a good singer? God no, I went to a music school for 6 years and I know for a fact that I am tone deaf

63. Biggest Fears? Snakes and small/overcrowded spaces

64. Are you a gossip? Nope, but if people want to share - go ahead lol

65. Are you a grammar nazi? Pretty much, the way people speak on the internet is my nightmare

66. Do you have long or short hair? Long

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? I think so, I don’t think I ever tried

68. Favorite school subject? English

69. Extrovert or Introvert? Introvert

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? No, I’m scared of running out of air, and I am generally scared of water and drowning.

71. What makes you nervous? Everything. My anxiety, people, having to make phone calls, having to talk to anyone, not knowing what I’m doing with my life, my insomnia (and worrying about insomnia sort of leads to more insomnia)

72. Are you scared of the dark? No

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Depends. If I know that it’s vital, like idk, in an important document or something, but otherwise probably no. I would never correct them if I know it would embarrass them

74. Are you ticklish? Yes

75. Have you ever started a rumor? I don’t think so

76. Have you ever been out of your home country? Yes

77. Have you ever drank underage? Oh yeah, it’s basically the only time I drank lol I quit before it was even legal for me to drink.

78. Have you ever done drugs? Why? Never

79. What do you fantasize about? My fanfics, and that guy lol

80. How many piercings do you have? 6 - 2 in the left ear, 3 in the right and my navel even though I don’t wear navel jewellery anymore. I want to have my rook and helix pierced

81. Can you roll your R’s? lol I don’t know

82. How fast can you type? Not too fast

83. How fast can you run? Depends on what’s chasing me lol

84. What color is your hair? Natural - dark blonde, right now - auburn/red

85. What color are your eyes? Hazel/green

86. What are you allergic to? Nothing, to my knowledge

87. Do you keep a journal? Nope and never have

88. Are you depressed about anything? A lot of things

89. Do you like your age? I actually quite love it

90. What makes you angry? So. Many. Things!! Ignorance, people’s blind belief in something they don’t understand, racism, homophobia, when women are treated as lesser beings, bullying of any kind. I can go on for a while....

91. Do you like your own name? Not much. My mom wanted to name me Anna, I wish she did

92. Did you ever get a foreign object up your nose? No

93. Do you want a boy or a girl for a child? I don’t want to have kids

94. What talents do you have? Rumour has it my writing is decent, but I don’t know if it’s a talent or a skill

95. Sun or moon? Moon

96. How did you get your name? I think my father chose it which he had no right to do

97. Are you religious? Not at all. I guess I’m spiritual to a degree? I do believe in karma

98. Have you ever been to a therapist? Yes, and I am probably not done

99. Color of your bedspread? Beige with pink embroidery

100. Color of your room? My whole apt is essentially one room and it is light beige

tagging: @wonderrbat, @wondrousdianas, @crownstealer, @fybarnes, @betholsen, @thatgirlyouvenevertalkedto, @akastarlord, @dreamer-wisher-liar, @jessellin, @hufflehugg

#personal #no pressure if you don't want to do it :)

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