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Laughing - Will Halstead
Requested: yes
word count: 454
warnings: none
note: i do not like this im sorry-
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laughing when one drops their phone on their face? Will Halstead
Will laid on his back, elbow tucked onto his chest as he scrolled through the stupid videos his brother had sent them. You were laying on your side, head latched to his bare and warm shoulder as he laughed softly, tilting the phone so you could see the screen better.
“I swear, Jay finds the stupidest shit.” He muttered as you watched the short video on his screen, laughing along as it played.
“Yeah no shit,” You scrunched your nose up as it looped over. “Why doesn’t he send me funny videos?” You jokingly frowned, nudging Will’s arm.
In doing so, Will’s phone slipped out of his hand, hitting him right on the lip. With a quick laugh you leaned up, “I am- I am so sorry,” you couldn’t even say it without laughing, the man covering his smile with his hand, checking to make sure he was in fact not bleeding.
He rolled onto his side, pulling you underneath him and tickling his way up your stomach, “No! No no no!” You tried to move into the fetal position, aka the only way you knew to get your stomach covered but Will rolled with you.
“No, this is karma,” He said through his own laughs, his hands reaching the one spot on your sides that made you jolt up.
“William Halstead I swear to god-“
He raised his eyebrows at you, fighting wrapping his arms around your torso, his chin resting on your chest, “Yes?” His eyes were wide and he was giving you the most obvious puppy eyes.
With a sigh you looked back at him, “Get off of me, I didn’t mean to knock your phone out of your hand-“ You couldn’t help but crack a smile at the flash of the face he made when it hit him replaying in your mind.
“Are you laughing at my misery?”
“No…”
“YOU ARE!” He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your chest before blowing out a raspberry and flipping onto his back, dramatically crossing his arms. “I’m officially offended by all of this and noooot talking the rest of the night.
He not so inconspicuously glanced over at you, fully still wanting your attention. Which you gave him as you rolled on top of him, looking down at him. “I don’t mind not talking if you’ll still hold me,” You offered, innocently smiling widely at him.
Of course he couldn’t say no to that so he sighed softly, opening his arms, “C’mere.” Will spoke softly, wrapping his arms tightly around you when you laid against his chest, his phone lighting up with another text from Jay.
“You should watch it.”
“Maybe when you’re not in the bed to make it hit me.”
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Tuesday (A Halstead Headcanon)
This imagine wasn’t a request, but I heard the news of the dog that plays Tuesday passing away, so I decided to write a little something about it.
“Aw, shit,” Jay groaned as he walked down the stairs and out of Intelligence.
“What?” asked Hailey.
“Kelly just texted me and told me Tuesday passed away this morning and Y/N loves that dog. What am I supposed to tell her?” he asked as he rubbed his forehead. Tonight was Wednesday, which was always mac n cheese and movie night. And sometimes, when Will could make it, he’d come over. Jay decided on doing this once you hit kindergarten because then it was halfway through the week and would give you something to look forward to. He knew your little brain didn’t comprehend school stress and burnout yet, but he figured it would be good to have in place because, once you hit middle school, you might begin experiencing that school stress and burnout albeit in small doses than in high school or college.
“You can’t keep it a secret from her forever. You’re gonna have to tell her,” Hailey answered.
“I can’t just ignore it?”
Hailey closed her eyes and sighed. She couldn’t believe she was having this conversation with her husband. “No, Jay. You can’t just ignore it. Because one day, she’s gonna want to see Tuesday, and then you’re going to have to explain to her that he died.”
“So, how do I start the conversation?” Jay asked.
“How did you and Will have the conversation with her that your dad died? You do that same thing, but put Tuesday’s name in it.”
“This is not how I wanted to spend my night.”
***
“Can we have cheese popcorn for the movie?” you asked excitedly as Jay helped you buckle into your car seat when he and Hailey picked you up from daycare.
Hailey gave Jay a look. He knew he had to do it now.
He unbuckled your seatbelt. “Y/N, do you want to go on a little walk with me and Hailey really quick? We can go on the trail you like.”
“Yeah!” you exclaimed and quickly jumped out of your car seat. Jay was about to help you out of his truck, but you remembered something. “Wait! Can Teddy come, too?”
Jay smiled despite the conversation he was going to have to have with you in a few minutes. “Teddy can come.”
“Yay!” you cheered and quickly grabbed your stuffed bear from your little purple backpack.
He helped you out of the truck and you quickly ran up to Hailey and held her hand.
“Guess I’m the favorite today,” she joked.
“You always my favorite,” you said, which caused Hailey to smile.
“Hear that, Halstead? I’m her favorite.”
Jay quickly stuck his tongue out at his wife, which did not go unnoticed by you.
“It’s not nice to stick your tongue out, Jay Jay!” you told him sternly and he had to try and hold back his laughter. “You gotta say sorry!”
Hailey cocked an eyebrow at him. “I’m sorry, Hailey,” Jay apologized.
“For what?” you asked. He always said that to you, so why couldn’t you say it to him?
“I’m sorry for sticking my tongue out at you,” Jay finished.
Then, you were happy so the three of you started on your walk to the trail.
***
“So, Y/N, I need to tell you something,” Jay started as the three of you were almost done walking the short trail.
“Okay,” you said and looked up at him with Teddy swinging from your hand.
He crouched down to your height. “So, Tuesday–”
“The firefighter doggie?” you asked excitedly. Maybe you’d get to see her today!
“Yeah, the firefighter doggie,” he confirmed. “So, you know how Mommy and Daddy are up in heaven.” You nodded. “Well, animals have to go to heaven too when they get old or something is wrong with them. And, Y/N, Tuesday went to heaven today.”
For a minute you just stood there, your little brain trying to process what he said. “So- So I can’t see Mommy and Daddy because- because they in heaven, so I can’t see Tuesday anymore?” you asked as your lip started to tremble.
Jay nodded. “Tuesday’s with Mommy and Daddy.”
Then, you crashed into Jay’s arms and just started bawling. You loved Tuesday!
“It’s okay. It’s okay, kiddo. She’s in a better place with lots of toys and treats.”
You shook your head. “No!”
He rubbed your back as you continued to cry.
***
On your way home, you passed a pet store and you had an idea.
“Jay Jay?” you asked.
“Yeah, kiddo?” he asked.
“You know how I- how I gave Daddy a pic-ure so he could have it in heaven?”
“Uh-huh,” Jay answered.
“Can we give- Can we give Tuesday a toy to bring to heaven? Then Mommy and Daddy can play with her.”
Hailey put her hand over her mouth. Your little heart was so good. She looked over at Jay and gave him a nod.
“Yeah, I think we can do that.”
So, he turned around and the three of you went to the pet store.
***
While in the store, Jay had texted Ritter and asked if it would be a good time to stop by and whether or not he had buried Tuesday yet.
He said he was still at the firehouse and planned to bury her tomorrow. He said it would be a good time to stop by, though.
So, the three of you made your way to the firehouse.
Once you got there, you walked in holding a blue bone-shaped chew toy that squeaked and also had a white ribbon wrapped around it and tied in a bow.
“Hey, mini-Halstead, what can we do for you?” Kelly asked and crouched down to your height.
You just hugged Jay’s leg.
“We have something to give Ritter to give to Tuesday,” Jay answered.
“So she can have a toy in heaven,” you explained and held out the toy.
“Oh, wow! I think she’d love that! I think Ritter’s in the common room.”
“Thanks, Kelly,” Jay said.
The three of you walked into the common room and you found Ritter sitting at the table with Gallo and Violet.
“Hey, Darren,” Hailey greeted. “How you holding up?”
“As good as I can,” he answered. Then he saw you and jumped out of his seat. “Hey! How’s my favorite girl?”
“Rude,” Violet said. “I thought I was your favorite.”
“You don’t hold a candle to Y/N. Sorry, Vi,” Ritter apologized. Then, he saw your hands. “Y/N, Tuesday–”
“She knows,” Jay interrupted. “You wanna tell him why you have the toy, kiddo?” Jay asked.
“I thought- I thought Tuesday would want a toy to play with in heaven. Then she can play with it with my Mommy and Daddy,” you said.
Ritter smiled and took the toy from you. “Thank you. I’ll make sure it will get to him. He’ll love it.” Then he paused. “Wait a minute. I’ll be right back.”
Then he ran off, leaving you, Hailey, and Jay confused.
When he came back, he was holding one of Tuesday’s collars. He always kept a spare one at the firehouse in case her normal one broke. “I think Tuesday would want you to have this,” he explained as he crouched down to your height and handed you the collar. “And I know that she’ll love the toy. You’re so thoughtful, Y/N.”
You blushed and hid your face in Jay’s leg.
“What do you say, Y/N?” Jay asked.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Then, you had another thought. Jay always said that you couldn’t have a dog because you had Tuesday. “Can we get a doggie now, Jay Jay?”
Jay laughed. “We’ll see. But, say bye-bye to Ritter, okay? It’s almost time for dinner.”
You gave him a hug and then left the firehouse. That night at home, Jay nailed Tuesday’s collar to your bedroom wall so that you would never forget her.
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My aim is so true... (the Med AU, includes characters from The Gypsy Warriors, Black Sheep Squadron and Chicago Fire and PD, as well as original characters)
Please do ramble about this gigantic monster idea! That's a crossover of epic proportions!
Imps have been waiting for this moment. They have. One day I will kick my executive dysfunction in the butt and will answer the asks when I get them. Maybe I am on a good path of doing that.
Thank you for this ask, you do know how to always get me rambling about stories that are dear to me.
I hope all of you bear with me, because I am about to launch on a big ramble about this project that it's so dear to me and will have so many layers and so many of my favorite people.
The story behind this AU that is dubbed the Med AU ever since its conception, is the fact that the show kept beating down on Will with zero respite or him learning something from all those experiences. Then you and I had a talk about a potential AU and the rest is history.
There was a point during the initial brainstorming for this fic where we added Teddy and Shelly (The Gypsy Warriors). Teddy as a Fire Inspector and Shelly as a doctor and Will's best friend. That boy needs people to stick with him and be in his corner so I gave him Shelly. It is fun exploring this dynamic and I wish to write more of it in the future.
Then along came Rory, the Halstead youngest. Once again, she became part of the story in a capacity of the youngest sibling able to keep both Jay and Will in check, but at the same time she would be your worst nightmare if you hurt them in any way. She is fierce and protective and tiny and she is Teddy's partner in the fire investigation unit.
The next question the imps had was about seasons and events that will happen in them. We decided to keep the show format of seasons and the chapters being the episode. There will be a huge flip up of what happened in s4 vs s2 in canon, and each season will have a challenge the boys will have to face. I am proud of the storylines being more or less plotted out. Now I can only add to them and it will be amazing once I write everything.
Last but not least, I added Jim and Greg to the mix (Black Sheep Squadron). Greg is the adoptive Halstead sibling and Jim is Shelly's cousin. They were both POWs while still in the service. They are a couple. I love them so much.
This story will be so good when most of the big parts are written.
I reached 50k words on it awhile back and that made me extremely happy.
#asks#answers#WIPs#my wip#my aim is so true#chicago med#one chicago#chicago pd#chicago fire#black sheep squadron#the gypsy warriors (1978)#crossover#AU#my fic#my ramblings
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First of all, I’m glad it made you smile because the joy and comfort your writing has brought me on numerous occasions is absolutely UNMATCHED so you deserve a little bit of that joy and love in return (especially when the internet is as much of a cesspool as it can be sometimes 🙃). Your writing has completely changed the trajectory of my day or week on multiple occasions and I wish I could thank you in some way other than screaming in your ask box about asshole Jay and what my currently weekly schedule is 😂
That being said, I am definitely going to take you up on screaming at you some more because I’m not just invested… I’m ✨too✨ invested 😂
You’ve somehow managed to take all of my favourite tropes in writing and combine them into this incredible fic and I can’t handle it 90% of the time because the spiral is real!! Everything about that conversation at dinner absolutely sent me and I cannot wait for more Jay/Adam/Kevin conversations surrounding Hailey. Jay being an absolute douche canoe but knowing that underneath all of his hurt is the worlds largest teddy bear who just wants a hug (couldn’t help myself 😂) makes me lose my shit thinking about where you are going to take these characters. Protective older brother Adam is absolutely everything and Hailey telling him to step back because she is a grown ass woman was… uuuuugggggghhhhhh. The spiral is R E A L, Morgan, it’s real 😂
I can’t wait to see what happens with Hailey and mama Halstead because I just know you’ve included her with all of the chaos up your sleeve and I’m definitely not ready for it but I’m also so ready for it.
I’m also obsessed with all of the ways you’ve written Hailey challenging Jay and giving it right back to him, often better than she gets it. This new arrangement they’ve entered into is going to kill me. And then I’m going to come back from the dead to read the next chapter, and it’s going to kill my ghost. Even though Hailey ultimately initiated their fun time at wedding, and Jay made her admit that she wanted him (dead. I’m dead again just thinking about it), I CANNOT wait for Hailey to jump him out of the blue because of their new arrangement. Whether it’s at his office or the club or his place or wherever it ends up happening, I am ready for her to seek out Jay and initiate it completely and his response to that will kill me.
Hope you don’t regret inviting me to yell some more 😂 I reread the entire fic today and I’m spiralling and now you’ve gotten paragraphs of my word vomit thrown at you 😂🤷🏼♀️ the overarching gist is that I’m losing my shit over your story and I’m super grateful you are continuing to write and share 💕
Wow. You truly are invested and I was stunned for a moment when I saw this message, and then I teared up as I started reading.
Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
I shall continue this below the cut so I don’t annoy anyone with our musings my friend. 😅
I’m always here for yelling and for chaos of any kind. I don’t know why, but I truly thrive in the chaos. It really is my brand and I don’t think that will ever change. 😅😂
The dinner scene in the last chapter was so much fun to write!! I had this very vivid picture in my head of it playing out and all of them sitting around the table and the scene unfolded just I had hoped. I’m so, so glad you enjoyed it!!
There will definitely be more scenes and conversations involving those three!
Describing Jay as a teddy bear who just wants a hug made me giggle. You’re not exactly wrong there, but it might take a little while before he gets his hug. That guy has got some walls up for sure that need a wrecking ball to be knocked down.
Hailey is a queen. I don’t know what else to say about her. She’s just wonderful and I love her. We always love a good spiral. 😉
Mama Halstead. I love her. I LOVE HER. I will forever be bitter about the fact that we didn’t get to meet her so I had to include her somehow, some way, if not for my own sanity and headcanons. I have absolutely included her for reasons which will be shown soon. Or soonish?
Hailey challenging Jay and throwing it all right back at him is some of the most fun I’ve written in fic. She’s just so sassy and stubborn, and she takes no shit. Not very different at all to how she is on the show honestly, but it still somehow feels a little different. If that makes sense.
Oh it is for sure Hailey’s turn to seek him out. Better be careful what you wish for friend. 😉
I never regret yelling about fic or Upstead or both. Those idiots have the tightest hold on me and I fear they ain’t ever letting go.
Your messages have made my night, my week, my everything. The response to this story has been so incredibly mind blowing and I cannot thank you enough for reading it and loving it and caring about anything my brain comes up with. Seriously. Thank you. 💜💜
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requesting rules
A/N: I've had a couple people ask what kind of genre/topics that I will write so here's a list of requests that I won't accept as of now!
♡ no smut
♡ no reader / main char. death
I know I've written main character deaths before but those really need to come from my own brain and not from a request, it's just easier that way. Sorry!
Everything else is probably ok or I'll consider them on a case by case.
List of people I write for:
♡ Chicago P.D. — Erin Lindsay, Jay Halstead, Hailey Upton
♡ Chicago Med — Natalie Manning
♡ Chicago Fire — Sylvie Brett, Leslie Shay
♡ Grey’s Anatomy — Addison Montgomery, Teddy Altman
I will update the above if I expand to other characters :)
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Brush with death
hi, would i be able to request an imagine where reader is jay and wills little sister? and she is a firefighter at 51, she gets badly injured on the job and it’s very angsty and they are really scared for her while they are waiting at med? you can finish it how you want idm. thank you!! love your writing ❤️
Jay Halstead x Halstead!Reader, Will Halstead x Halstead!Reader.
Warnings: Near death experience.
Summary: After falling out of a window on a job, Will and Jay’s sister Y/N ends up being rushed into hospital. When they realise how bad her injuries may be, they realise they need to lean on each other for support.
(GIF’s not mine)
Will’s POV
“Will! It’s Y/N!” Natalie shouts as a stretcher gets rolled in with my little sister laying unconscious on it.
“What happened?” I ask Kelly as he runs in with the paramedics who were bringing her in.
“She fell from the second floor window.” He tells me, eyes still fixed on Y/N.
“I have to ring Jay.” The realisation hits me that the young lady lying in front of me wasn’t just any patient. It was my little sister. The glue that holds the family together. Jay needed to know. He needed to be here.
“I’ll get started.” Natalie tells me and I nod.
“Hey, Will. Can this wait?” Jay answers the phone.
“Jay.” I breathe out as his cheery voice hits my ears.
“Woah. What’s wrong?” He asks suddenly sounding serious.
“Can you come to the hospital?” I ask.
“I mean I’m a bit busy. I’m at work and we’ve just.” He begins.
“Y/N’s hurt. It’s really bad.” I cut him off.
“What?” I hear as his breath gets caught in his throat.
“Just get her as soon as you can. Please.” I beg.
“I’ll be right there.” He hangs up.
“How is she?” I ask as Natalie rushes out of Y/N’s room.
“It’s not looking good.” She frowns.
~
“Where is she?” Jay rushes through the doors towards the desk.
“Jay, wait.” Natalie tells him.
“Where is she?” He repeats before spotting her through the glass.
“Jay!” I manage to intercept him before he gets through the open door but he pushes me out the way as the tears spill from his eyes.
“Y/N.” His face drops when he sees her there unconscious.
“We had to put her in a medically induced coma.” I finally manage to tell him.
“She’s going to pull through though.” He turns to me.
“She’s got a good chance if we keep her in this coma for a little bit longer.” I nod.
~
“You should go home and get some rest.” Natalie walks in the room looking between Jay and I.
“Is Y/N waking up and coming home?” Jay asks.
“Well no it’s..” She begins.
“Looks like I’m staying then.” He shakes his head.
“Okay.” She nods and smiles sympathetically at us both before leaving.
“How long will she be like this?” He looks up to me.
“We don’t know yet.” I shake my head.
“Will she be the same when she wakes up?” He asks.
“We won’t know if there’s any brain damage until she wakes up.” I tell him.
“How can you just shut off your emotions? You sound like you don’t even care. Like she’s just another random patient and not our little sister!” He snaps slightly.
“I do care, but someone has to be the calm and stable one around here and it certainly isn’t going to be you.” I shake my head.
~
“Jay, Will.” I recognise the voice that wakes us both up.
“Y/N!” Jay shouts and hugs her tight.
“Ow.” She groans.
“Sorry.” He pulls back.
“It’s okay.” She pushes a weak smile on her face.
“How are you feeling?” I ask.
“Tired.” She tells us.
“Tired? You’ve been asleep for a week.” Jay laughs slightly.
“A what?” She asks shocked.
“Do you remember what happened?” I ask.
“No.” She shakes her head before clutching onto it.
“You’ve been in an induced coma. We tried bringing you out of it last night and you’ve only just came around.” I tell her.
“Have I missed much?” She asks.
“Just when Kelly brought you these.” Jay points to the flowers and teddy next to her bed.
“That was kind of him.” She smiles.
“Natalie asked me to give you this when you woke up.” I tell her as I hand her a card.
“Is that all?” She laughs.
“You also missed Will marrying a potted plant.” Jay laughs.
“What?” She looks between us, confused.
“In my defence, I was very tired and I began to hallucinate and for the record I didn’t marry it. I just got down on one knee and asked it to be my wife.” I shake my head.
“Wow.” She laughs.
“I’m so glad you’re okay.” Jay grabs her hand.
“Me too.” I nod grabbing her other hand.
“I love you guys.” She tears up.
“I love you.” Jay and I smile at her at the same time.
“Halstead hug.” She smiles bright wrapping an arm around each of us. I wrap one arm around her and one around Jay and within a second I feel him do the same.
#Jay Halsted Platonic#Will Halstead Platonic#Will Halstead x Halstead!Reader#Jay Halstead x Halstead!Reader#jay halstead imagine#will halstead imagine#will halstead#jay halstead#chicago med#Chicago PD#chicago med imagine#chicago pd imagine
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Jay Halstead In Bed (Headcannon)
(Chicago P.D.) Jay Halstead x Reader
A/N: I’m sorry that this isn't very good, I’ve never done one of these before. I’m not sure if this is what you wanted but I hope you enjoy :) Thanks for requesting
Request:
anonymous asked: Would you be willing to write How Jay Halstead is in bed headcannon!? I know you’ve been writing a lot of Jay but you seem to actually take requests and other blogs never answer mine! It’s okay if you don’t wanna write this, just a thought I’ve had!
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* Going To Bed:
- He would tell you he loved you as you were climbing into bed
- Every night, often more than once
- “I know you told me like 5 minutes ago”
- “Just wanted to make sure you knew. I wouldn’t want you to forget”
- If he came to bed after you, he would try and sneak in to make sure he doesn’t wake you up
- If his stomping didn’t wake you up, then you always woke up when he climbed into bed, pulling you into his chest and kissing your forehead
- “I love you” He would whisper, thinking you were still asleep
- Would always tell you he loves you when he thinks you’re sleeping
- If you fell asleep on the couch Jay would scoop you up in his arms and carry you to the bedroom, trying not to wake you up
- He always thought you looked cute when you sleep
- You thought the same about him, he looked so peaceful
* In Bed:
- Jay would love cuddles
- ALOT, like he would never want to let go
- He’s like a big teddy bear, even if he tries to act tough at work.
- Jay would love to spoon
- Basically, anything that involves being close to you
- He would always be the big spoon
- No matter what position you were sleeping in, Jay would position himself in a protective way
- He wanted to make sure you always knew he was there
- He always made sure you felt safe
- “Quit hogging the blankets” Jay would whine, pulling the blankets back over to his side
- He actually thought it was cute the way you snuggled up in the blankets
- He thought everything you did was cute
- Jay waking up with nightmares
- The two of you sitting up until Jay was ready to go back to sleep
- Late night conversations
- But Jay would never talk about his nightmares, or what caused them, so you stopped pushing
- The two of you would just talk about anything and everything
- Jay holding you even closer while trying to fall back to sleep after one of his nightmares
* Sex:
- Used to be okay with meaningless sex
- But once he’s met you, he wants it to be meaningful because he loves you
- Would be really sweet and gentle at first
- It would be very passionate
- It would get pretty heated
- Especially if he was jealous about something
- Once he got comfortable, he would get a bit rough
- But would always make sure you’re okay and you’re comfortable
- He would never want to do anything to make you uncomfortable or to hurt you
* In The Morning:
- He would never want to get out of bed in the morning
- “Just a couple more minutes” Jay would say sleepily, as he tightened his grip on you.
- If you tried to wriggle out of bed he would just pull you down for more cuddles
- Once he finally lets you crawl out of bed he would still want more cuddles
- “Want me to cook breakfast” Jay would offer, laughing, as he heard your stomach grumble
- He loved to cook breakfast for you
- His specialty is pancakes
- Sleepy cuddles as he cooks breakfast
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Coming ‘Round
Well that premiere was amazing! Anyone else cry whenever Jay was emotional?! It was so heartbreakingly beautiful, so I just had to write a post-episode one shot!
The song of when Jay walks around the empty apartment really struck me (Coming ‘Round by Rupert Pope and John Robertson) and that’s what this fic is based on.
I can feel it coming 'round again
Messin' with my head
Starting up again
Feels like something's spinning 'round again
Sinking in with me
I love you 'cause it's coming 'round
Let's take the time, and rewind
Start it over
Maybe if he could start it over again, he would make different choices.
Different choices like not going into the Rangers. Where he was forced to come back less innocent every time because his mind was forced into a state of trepidation. His mind, which never let him rest because it was plagued with images of that God forsaken desert; the heat, the sand, and all those deaths. The desert, where he made mistakes that would forever be etched into his memory. His mistakes, making him think that maybe going to college and medical school like his brother would’ve saved him from all that pain. But he made the mistake of making the wrong choice, and all he can wish for is starting over again.
Different choices like not signing up with the Chicago Police Department. Where he was forced to rip families apart due to suspected domestic abuse. Where he was forced to act out on split second decisions, and sometimes, making the wrong one. Like when he accidently shot a little girl. A little girl who had the potential to make it out of that neighbourhood and make a better life for herself. A little girl who missed the chance of having children of her own one day. A little girl who was at the wrong place at the wrong time. A little girl who died from a bullet from his gun. She was just a little girl. He can only wish that he could start all over again.
Different choices like not meeting her, even though she was the best thing that ever happened to him. Then maybe Abby showing up wouldn’t have made him lose his best friend. Then maybe he wouldn’t be wallowing in darkness that followed him around, feeling like he was swallowed whole and couldn’t find the light. And maybe, everything would’ve been a little bit better. But he made a different mistake; he walked away from her, and didn’t get the chance to make it right, and he wishes he could start all over again.
His vision was completely blurred by the time he made it back to his Jeep. He tried to keep his sniffling and cries inaudible, a mother was grieving the loss of her child; the loss he was at fault for. He was surprised when his hand didn’t shake as he extended Morgan’s necklace to her mother; the same one he had to beg his brother to retrieve for him. He decided that the least he could do was give a mother some piece of her child, even if it was just an accessory she wore. His talk with Upton after the press release didn’t help him feel any better, but it was the catalyst as to why he was parking his car outside near the assortment of flowers, pictures and teddy bears. His eyes surveyed over all the kind words before he bent down and gently left a lily in the middle. A white lily that symbolized Morgan's innocence.
Innocence he didn’t mean to take away.
His legs shook as he made his way to the doorstep, and he surprised himself when he had the courage to knock on the door. He wasn’t ready to speak when he looked up at Morgan’s mother and he knew his eyes were bloodshot from the burning sensation, but he wasn’t going to let himself break in front of her. He could hold it in for a few more seconds because one thing Jay Halstead didn’t do was break in front of people.
At least, he didn’t used to.
When he made it back home later, he drowned his sorrows like he always did. The new apartment was different. It didn’t have the brown, maple wood shelves on the sides of where the TV would go and it neither had the floor to ceiling windows. It didn’t have the couch or bed where many happy memories were made and it didn’t have the smell that was uniquely her. He welcomed the burning sensation down his throat, the one that messed with his head. But he knew even tonight, all the alcohol he could ingest wouldn’t take away his pain. This was pain he would always remember; pain he would have to suffer through until his last breath. Pain of making the mistake of shooting his weapon, even if it may have saved his life. Pain that was all too similar to when he killed, no murdered, innocents in Afghanistan so he could get back home. Pain that would never go away; pain that could only be numbed. Numbed by the sound of her voice.
So he called her.
He was forced to leave another voicemail when she didn’t pick up. Although not completely drunk, he knew he shouldn’t drive. It wasn’t worth it to wrap his Jeep around a tree or worse, head on into another vehicle. Head on, where he would not only take his own life, but the lives of those who had a family. A family that cared about them. And he would just be another Chicago police officer blamed for the wrongful death of others.
The picture stayed in his new apartment, he wanted to find a frame for it. He vividly remembered when that photo was taken. It felt like a lifetime ago. Everything seemed so perfect and happy, until she spiralled. But then the stars seemed to align in his favour, he got to move in with the girl of his dreams, only to have his entire world crash down on him.
As he made it back to their old bedroom, he leaned against the wall, allowing the weight of the day take over. His eyes glazed over the dusty floors and the couple of boxes left on the floor. Eventually his knees gave out under him and he slid down the wall, completely spent and hurt. The tears flowed freely, something he didn’t allow himself to do all day. Not when he found out his bullet was a match, not when that little girl died after Will said she would make it, not when he stood face-to-face with the mother of the innocent child he took away.
And maybe if he could start it over again, take the time and rewind, this all wouldn’t hurt so much.
It's the same mistake that I loved to make
On a different day, but it still feels grey
I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna make more plans
I just wanna start it over, again
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hurry home, partner. [part 7]
- Surprise, my loves! I will admit my inspiration for writing hasn’t been what it used to be for obvious reasons but today during a really long shift at work I was hit with what I needed to write this next piece. So here’s the next installment and I hope this helps heal all hearts a little bit and thank you from the bottom of my own heart for enjoying what I write and for being a part of this fandom in the first place because you all are absolutely wonderful. <3 Please enjoy.
“I - thank you all so much,” Erin whispered, her throat scratchy with tears and her heart full of appreciation because here, right here surrounded by every single member of the team she had come to call family she knew without a shadow of a doubt that this baby girl was going to be loved. Loved, appreciated, cherished. Everything that she hadn't been growing up in that abusive and dark and dirty home and for that Erin couldn't be more grateful because Anabel would always have someone to turn to and would always have someone to tell her that they loved her when she needed it most.
It was dark, the dim glow from the lamps perched on the corners of everyone’s desks the only source of light in the room because it was well past the time everyone normally clocked out and well past the time everyone usually settled down on a bar stool at Molly’s and tried to erase the horrors of the day with a few bottles but tonight was special, and tonight was different because there was a pile of unwrapped baby gifts near Hank’s office door, and there was a pink and white frosted cake on Jay’s desk with the word ‘congratulations’ scrawled in an intricate cursive of pastel frosting and there was the constant, unwavering grin turning up the corners of Jay’s mouth as he tried really, really hard not to keep kissing the future mother of his child in a pure, overwhelming sense of bliss because his boss and her father figure kept edging closer and though in the middle of the sergeant’s speech his eyes had welled with tears at the mention of his future granddaughter and the reality of the only daughter he had ever known becoming a mother, Jay was all too aware of the fact the man had a mean right-hook.
Burgess raised her glass of good wine they'd all splurged on for the occasion in a toast next, and Ruzek followed suit and Erin was able to wrap her head around the fact that they had been side by side all night, and he'd edged closer to her amidst the flurry of wrapping paper and now his fingers brushed against his ex-fiance’s elbow every so often when he thought no one was looking. And yeah sure, maybe it was the happy buzz of activity in the bullpen or maybe it simply was the affects of the alcohol but nonetheless she was delighted to see the two of them getting along and not keep an arm’s length from each other as they'd tried to do since Adam had returned from his undercover assignment and Erin made a mental note to set up a double date when she was able to safely handle her booze again and could make it past the hour of nine o’clock without dozing off into contented snores.
The team erupted into a pleasant chatter and she finally relaxed because the attention was off of her and the focus wasn't entirely on her huge bulge of a belly and her tiny, delicate baby girl who was kicking and squirming and who apparently had her father’s liking for chocolate milkshakes because she was slurping away on her third of the night and trying and failing not to feel guilty or gross about the fact but she caught his familiar blue eyes from across the room while he was finishing up with Olinsky, and then he was at her side and snaking an arm around her waist and taking his own taste of the sweet treat and she couldn't help but giggle and feel a little less like a beached whale given his attention. “This is the third one I’ve had, and it's all your fault. She’s got a sweet tooth,” Erin murmured and she watched his eyes light up with wonder and love and adoration and she stood on her tiptoes to brush her lips against his cheek because damn, Jay Halstead kept getting better looking and more irresistible if that was even possible and she was going to absolutely maul him the second she could do more than waddle around their apartment with her hopelessly swollen ankles or lay in a heap of exhaustion amongst her pillows at night, fidgeting to try and get comfortable because she used to fall asleep on her belly and she was still trying to adjust her habits all courtesy of keeping Anabel comfortable and content.
“At least she’s got a sweet something,” he whispered in her ear, his warm breath drifting deliciously over her earlobe and she fiercely gnawed on her bottom lip to keep her impulses in check because they were, after all a mere few paces from Voight. “She's gonna get your stubborn streak and fiery personality so I’ll gladly take all the sweet I can get,” he teased with his signature smirk and she rolled her eyes good-naturedly because they both knew Erin Lindsay was all kinds of sweet when it came to Jay Halstead.
She was sweet in the way she always saved him the corner sliced of pizza whenever they ordered out because she knew it was his favorite what with the extra bit of crust and few extra slices of pepperoni.
She was sweet in the way she’d recently let him take over driving duties and even sweeter still because she'd promised that even after the baby was born he’d get to keep that prized position even after she was back as his partner and out on the streets again because she’d decided she throughly enjoyed admiring the way he looked behind the steering wheel.
She was sweet in the way she would trace gentle circles over his bare chest in the darkness of their bedroom, her hazel hues never leaving his blue ones because she still couldn't quite believe he’d chosen her and she still couldn't quite believe they were starting their own family.
But most importantly, she was sweet in the way she sat every night in the nursery he had built with his own bare hands because he loved his girls more than life itself, rocking ever so gently in the rocking chair and humming sweet nothings to their daughter still growing inside of her, halting the tune only to whisper about her father; how he would always be her fierce protector, how mommy and daddy would both love her beyond any sort of measure, how with only a bat of her eyelashes she would be able to get him to do absolutely anything she wanted and standing there, in the shadows of the door frame so he wouldn't be spotted, Jay couldn't muster up an ounce of disagreement because Erin was without a shadow of a doubt right.
“Halstead. Lindsay.”
Voight’s gruff tone brought them both back to the bullpen and they widened the gap between their bodies and even though he'd given his blessings and even though they were here celebrating the baby they’d both created, Erin knew it was a respect thing to Jay when it came to interacting in front of him, and especially here in the work place, and she loved him even more for it. She watched him give a nod and a quick wink, turning straight into Ruzek’s rowdy hoots and hollers and claps on the back in congratulations and it took her a moment to remember that Hank was still there, quiet and brooding as ever but his eyes were soft and warm and welcoming and she remembered that stormy night he’d brought her home when she was a mere fifteen years old; how terrified and utterly distraught she’d been because she was damn certain she'd find a way to fuck this chance up, that she'd find a way to earn this kind man’s disappointment and disgust, but he’d grabbed her tiny, freezing hand in his bigger one and led her to Camille and to Justin and to the warmth of their living room and all the rest was history. He'd given her a family and now she was creating her own and so she couldn't stop the tears as Hank pulled her into his arms, shushing her and rocking softly back and forth to calm her down as he'd always known how to do.
“Hey, kid. Happy thoughts tonight, alright?” He pulled back, keeping his hands on her shoulders and she blubbered out a ‘yeah, yeah’ before he pulled her back for another squeeze, letting out a throaty chuckle. “I have something for you.”
Erin maneuvered away from him then, a soft hint of a frown furrowing her features because he’d already given what had to be a lifetime’s supply of diapers that she’d unwrapped, but he pulled a worn teddy bear from behind his back with a tiny pink bow wrapped around its neck and her eyes welled with tears for the hundredth time that night because she knew exactly where it had come from. Camille had bought him for Justin before her son was even born, and Erin had always been jealous of the fact he'd come into this world with a mother that cared enough about him to buy him nice things but she’d thought she'd hidden her ill feelings well from all those years ago because at least she now had warm meals to ease the painful stabs of hunger in her stomach and at least she now had a pillow to lay her head on at night. She should've known Camille would've picked up on what she really felt.
“She kept on me to save it, and even after she was gone it took me years to figure out why. And when Justin passed, it only seemed right to- well, I hope Anabel appreciates it just as much.” Erin gently took the bear from his hands and Hank kissed her cheek and gave her fingers one last squeeze before venturing over to Olinsky because he'd never been one for mushy except when it came to his grandchildren and Erin had a feeling there was going to be plenty more gifts where that came from.
“Last one, promise.” Jay was back at her side and she had to grin because he was wearing her favorite grey henley and a dark pair of jeans and his blue eyes were radiant the closer in proximity he got but she was momentarily distracted from his piercing orbs by the jangling in his hands. And then he pressed what felt like cold metal into the palm of her hand and her lips turned up into an even bigger smile despite the tears that began to drip down her cheeks. Jay wiped them away with the pads of his thumbs, letting his lips linger over hers for a brief moment before pulling away, his blue eyes twinkling.
“Dog tags,” she whispered. ‘Anabel Camille Halstead’ was printed on one side, with Jay’s fingerprint on the other. The quote ‘Home is always with you’ was scratched into another tag, with Erin’s fingerprint on the opposite side. Both were connected together by a thin chain.
“Next is an engagement ring. Don't think I’ve forgotten about your present,” he murmured, and she pulled him close and breathed in his delicious scent and she tried not to grumble as Will yanked his little brother away from her but she was soon comforted by Owen’s sweet greeting of a smile and Natalie’s welcoming embrace and Erin was certain she'd never been this overjoyed in her entire life. This was family. This was home.
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Finally - Chapter 6: Father’s Day
aka: 9 times Jay tries to win Voight over (intentionally and not so intentionally) and the 1 time he doesn’t need to.
Also on ff.net and AO3.
Many, many thanks to @justkillingtimewhileiwait for all of her help, listening to me bounce ideas off her, ramble on about what I wanted to write and mostly, the beta-ing. You are awesome! :)
Jay held his phone between his shoulder and ear as he opened the front door of their apartment, having returned home from his late morning run. He had spent the previous night out at Molly’s with his brother and the rest of the usual suspects, getting home early that morning and waking up with the remains of a hangover. Erin was spending the weekend in New York, accompanying her brother with tying some loose ends so he could make his final, clean break and start afresh in Chicago. Jay had volunteered to tag along, but she had pointed out there was a chance she might not be back until mid-week and Voight wouldn’t let them both go when Olinsky was already on leave for a couple of weeks.
So here he was, filling her in with some of the gossip he had picked up the previous night before asking her how New York was treating her.
“Actually, I do need a favour, if you don’t mind,” she said after informing him that, as much as she loved New York, Chicago was definitely the city for her.
“What kind of favour?” he asked, kicking off his shoes and making his way over to grab some water from the fridge.
“One I’m sure you can twist into winning Hank over,” Erin replied, but it was more her goading voice which claimed his attention rather than the meaning of her words.
“Continue,” Jay prompted, intrigued.
“Well, you know how it’s Father’s Day today?” Her soft, saccharine tone told him that he wasn’t going to want to hear the rest of it, but she hurriedly carried on before he could get a word in edgeways. “I’m not making it home until tomorrow the earliest so please could you go drop off my present with Hank?”
Groaning, Jay threw himself onto one of the kitchen stools and leaned back onto the counter. “Erin-”
“Please, Jay? You know how long I spent searching for the perfect present and it’s right there in the drawer. Please? Pretty please? I even wrote the card and everything. You literally need to turn up and give it to him,” she explained, making it all sound far simpler than he knew it would be. However, her words rang true; he did know exactly how long it had taken her to find Voight the perfect gift, especially as this was the first since Justin had died. It was enough to make him concede, for both Erin and for Voight, wondering if the other man would prefer having some company that day or at least the knowledge that his pseudo-daughter was thinking of him. But then she carried on, breaking him out of his thoughts and adding more incentive to the chore. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Will you now? From New York?” he asked amusedly.
“When I’m back, obviously. But if you really want to know how, there’s a box in the closet, under my jeans. You can sneak a peek…” she told him suggestively, trailing off after leaving him enough to start conjuring up the scenarios in his mind about what she could mean.
Jay cleared his throat, blinking a few times to rid himself of the images and trying to focus on the conversation at hand. “Oh, I will definitely be doing that. That’s a thing that’s happening. For sure,” he assured her, already getting to his feet and making his way towards the bedroom.
“I figured,” Erin laughed, deep and truly, making him smile at the sound of it. “So?” she finally prompted.
“Yeah, I’ll go drop it off, don’t worry,” he told her, eyeing the drawer where he knew she kept the present before pulling open the door to her side of the closet.
“You are the best, you know that? The best,” she said emphatically, a grin clearly lacing her words.
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Lindsay,” Jay remarked smarmily, crouching down to dig out the box she had been talking about, a smirk forming on his face as he caught sight of red lace.
“Oh, I know,” Erin said lightly, though Jay caught the sounds of other voices around her. “I’ve got to go, babe. Teddy’s getting impatient.”
“Must run in the family,” he retorted, earning himself a sarcastic laugh. Putting everything back where he found it, he got back to his feet. “Call me later, fill me in with what’s going on?”
He could hear her moving as she spoke, the sounds of the city blurring between her words. “I will do. Thanks again, Jay. I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
…
“What are you doing here?” Voight greeted him the moment the door opened, not that Jay was expecting anything warmer.
“I’m here to drop this off,” he informed him, holding up the gift covered in plain blue wrapping paper with the greeting card taped to the top. Erin had clearly been prepared, something Jay put down to her excitement at finding something she deemed perfect. “As weird as it is to say this, happy Father’s Day.”
Voight narrowed his eyes at him before stepping back to let him in, taking the present from his hands when Jay held it towards him as he entered. “Then why are you saying it?”
“It’s from Erin. She was upset she couldn’t be here to give it to you in person and asked me to. She spent ages trying to get you the perfect gift, and then we came across this. Thought you’d love it,” Jay explained, entering the living room when Voight ushered him out of the hallway, watching as the other man inspected the gift before placing it onto the arm of the couch.
“Right,” he replied evasively.
“Aren’t you going to open it?” Jay asked as Voight simply stood there, showing no sign in picking up the gift again anytime soon.
Voight shrugged half-heartedly. “Why? You already know what’s in there.”
“So I can tell Erin you liked it.”
“I can tell her myself, Halstead,” he stated gruffly, staring him down until Jay rolled his eyes and nodded. “Why aren’t you spending the day with your own father?”
Laughing dryly, Jay shook his head and turned away, eyes roaming over the line of photos that decorated the Voight front room. “Probably ‘cause I haven’t spoken to him in about, oh, let’s see… 5 years now? I don’t think dropping by would be really welcomed. Not that I’d want to, anyway,” he shot over his shoulder with a self-depreciating smile. “Besides, I’m sure Will is with him so I have no doubt he’s happy.”
A silence fell between them, and Jay wasn’t sure whether to take that as a sign to leave or if Voight was simply digesting what he had told him. Either way, he took a moment to skim over the home photos, each one clearly from a different day or occasion. Sure, he had been around to the Voight house more than a few times before, but it had always been with Erin and it had always been for dinner. He had noticed the pictures but had never taken the time to study them. As he looked closer, he had a feeling Erin had purposely ensured he had never gotten the chance to. There were enough of her up there to put a timeline together.
“The last photo of Erin before Camille lost her patience and set her straight about her clothing,” Voight pointed out about the photo Jay had no idea he was lingering on. “After that, it was dresses, school uniform or brand new clothes which she deemed socially acceptable.”
“I bet Erin was happy about that,” Jay laughed, knowing that despite the changes she had made in her life since she was a teenager, there were still so many parts of her that hadn’t changed; attitude included.
“I’d never heard so many arguments about clothes in my life. But, in light of everything else, it was the least of our worries,” Voight explained, reminiscing in amusement and taking a seat.
Jay picked up the photo, taking a slightly closer look as something caught his eye. Or rather, a shiny something peeking out between the hem of Erin’s top and jeans. “Huh. I never noticed this before,” he murmured, a small frown pulling at his lips at the sight of the belly button piercing. It was probably not a subject that would ever come up naturally, but Jay was sure that it should have at least left a scar. One he doesn’t recall ever seeing.
“Noticed what?” Voight asked, interrupting his musings and reminding him that he was alone with his boss, and shouldn’t be thinking about how well he knew his girlfriend’s body.
“Um, nothing. Just the picture. I’ve never noticed it before,” Jay covered, not lying completely as he replaced it and turned back to Voight. “Any chance I can get a copy? I would love to see Erin’s face when it turns up on the mantle.”
“No,” Voight replied without missing a beat.
“Fair enough.” Jay honestly didn’t expect anything different, but made a mental note to bring it up the next time he saw Erin. Changing the subject before his thoughts took him down the wrong road again, he nodded towards the TV in the corner of the room. “You catching the Hawks game tonight?”
Raising a brow, Voight nodded. “I’m heading out to the club, so probably, yeah.”
Pausing, Jay realised that was probably the best he was going to get for the day and to head back if he wanted to catch the game himself. “Right. If that’s not a cue to leave then…”
“I’ll see you at work, Jay,” Voight said, walking him to the door.
“Have a good evening,” he replied, heading out before turning back at the last moment. “And seriously, happy Father’s Day,” he repeated earnestly, before adding when Voight furrowed his brow at him; “You know, from Erin.”
Chuckling under his breath, Voight nodded and patted Jay on the shoulder as turned to leave again. “From Erin, right.”
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He Won't Stop Staring - Will Halstead | 18+
prompt: “Why are you so worked up?" "Because they wouldn't stop fucking staring at you like they wanted to eat you." not requested
word count: idk
warnings: female reader, smut - [literally everything - oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, slight orgasm denial, overstimulation, brief fingering..]
A/n: …. Yeah idk I think I got possessed or something
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Will was what you could call the jealous type. Just a smidge. And by a smidge, it was a lot. He couldn’t help it. Whenever he saw someone making goo-goo eyes at you he felt his heart race in his chest and something take over before he butted in and swooped you away.
He didn’t make a habit of it. It wasn’t like he didn’t trust you, no it was other guys he didn’t trust. Especially not the guy sitting at the bar that was making clear sex eyes at you even though he was sitting right there.
You paid no attention to it, knowing that what you were wearing was hot and that if it got Will turned on then it was sure to pull other people’s heads, men and women alike. “Will, eyes are over here baby,” You coo softly, a light laugh.
Usually you’d be saying that if his eyes were lingering on the cleavage of your shirt or dress, not when he was shooting daggers across the room at some guy that hadn’t even spoken a word to either of you. “C’mon, why are you so worked up?”
His eyes trailed up your hand as you put it over his, following up your bare arm until his eyes found your face. “Because, he won’t stop staring at you like he wants to eat you.” He didn’t hide the annoyance in his voice, the squeeze of his hand the only thing keeping him from going up to the guy and giving him his two cents.
With a sigh you lean forward, looking up at him, “Yeah well he doesn’t get the opportunity to do that now does he?” You raised an eyebrow at him, nodding your head to the exit. You guys had already paid for everything, just nursing the end of the last couple drinks that you’d ordered.
Through clenched teeth he sighed, “No he does not,” In seconds he was out of his seat, his hand tightly in yours as he pulled you out of the restaurant. His lips were on yours by the time you hit the side of the car, moving together the way they always did.
“Wait til we get back to your place,” You gently pushed him back, his eyes falling down over you as he pressed one last kiss to your jaw before rounding the car and getting in the passenger seat.
Will tried his hardest to keep his hands to himself during the drive, putting his hand possessively onto your thigh and keeping it there. The urge to move it higher was strong but he didn’t want to start something that he couldn’t finish until the two of you were upstairs.
The second you heard the door lock you tossed your shoes and bag to the side, just in time for Will to grab your waist and lift you up. Your back pinned to the wall as he pressed into a steamy kiss. He couldn’t help it.
Everything that kept him sane and cool had gone out the window and pure primal instinct took over as he sucked hickies onto any spot he could get his mouth on. “You…” He trailed off, sliding a hand along your thigh, pushing the dress you were wearing up. “Are mine.”
He held onto your hips as he pressed his hips into yours, groaning against your skin. “All mine.” Will’s words faded into the back of your mind as he rolled his hips against yours again, the slight friction only making your legs tighten around him.
“Will please-“ You breathed out, head loling back as his hot kisses crossed your throat, his nose trailing up as he pulled back to look at you.
There was pure lust in his eyes, he couldn’t even see anything through it. He was straining against his pants, hearing your soft gasps sending all of the blood going south, the friction helping immensely.
You put a hand on his cheek, kissing him roughly, “I’m yours. All yours.” At your words he pulled away from the wall, pulling you to the couch, in too much of a hurry to carry this on down the hall.
As soon as your back hit the fabric of the couch, Will was stepping back, his jeans and boxers coming off in one fell sweep as he leaned over you, letting you have the opportunity to pull his shirt off of him.
Once it was off you leaned forward, kissing his chest, before sliding down lower, hands sliding over his hips. “You’re the only one I want.” You mumble, looking up at him through your lashes, his breath hitching the second your hand wraps around him.
You’d sucked him off before but now it felt so, so personal. Like you had something to prove but not to him but for him. That you loved him more than anyone you’d ever known.
One long lick up his length sent chills down his spine, his body instinctively twitching forward. “God…” He breathed out, his eyes falling on you as you gave soft little kitten licks to the tip, smearing the precum around with your spit.
It didn’t take much for him to come undone, the warmth of your mouth as you slowly took him on had him mewling, his hand instantly sliding into your hair, grasping tightly. “You feel so good baby..” He let out a low moan, doing everything in his power to keep himself from fucking into your mouth.
Slowly you slid down to the hilt, your tongue circling as you pulled back up, lowering back down repeatedly. He tugged at your hair, knees almost buckling as you held onto his thighs for balance and leverage as you bobbed your head faster, craving to bring him just to the edge.
“Fuck, you keep going like that I’m gonna cum right now,” He clenched his jaw, feeling himself pulling closer and closer.
You pulled off, looking up at him, “Uh-uh, I want you in me when you do that,” You said low, your voice like honey as he reached down, pulling the panties off of you easily, your dress still sitting up at your hips
No matter how many times he saw you, Will still looked at you with big love filled eyes, even when he was seconds away from fucking your brains out.
“I swear you’re like an angel,” He muttered, leaning his knees against the couch as he lined himself up with you, reaching to grab your hand. “You ready?”
As soon as you nodded he pushed in, feeling you squeeze his hand as your legs parted more and more the farther in he got. As soon as he bottomed out he let go of your hand, bringing his to the side of your face. “Look at you all pretty and laid out for me.” He leaned forward, kissing you before rolling his hips up, smirking at the moan that slipped your mouth.
You reached to try and cover your mouth but Will instantly reached up, shaking his head, “No, I want to hear every little sound my girl makes.” He practically demanded, rocking his hips faster, pulling another moan from you.
“Will-“ His name fell off your tongue easier than anything you’ve ever said before. Your hands went to his shoulders, grasping on tightly, sure enough leaving imprints of your nails in his skin. “God you feel amazing,” Your head leaned back, trying to press any closer to him.
He gripped at your hips, tight enough there would be bruises in the morning, as he fucked into you faster, the moans and whimpers pushing him as far as he wanted. “You’re so beautiful.” His lips attached to your neck as you tried to hold him a scream.
With each movement he was pushing you closer and closer, the inevitable orgasm building up in your stomach, “Shit Will, I’m gonna-“ He shook his head slightly, his movements slowing down.
“Only when I let you.”
Your eyes met his as he pulled a hand, his thumb just ghosting over your clit, the feeling almost enough to send you over the edge.
As your hips bucked you looked up at him, “Will please, I need you,” You begged, holding the eye contact as he circled around you, in time with each movement.
He raised an eyebrow, setting you up to fail as he relentlessly attacked your clit, watching you squirm, bite your lip. Your cheek. Everything to keep your pleasure to yourself. But you couldn’t.
Your mind went black as you clenched so tightly around him, you were surprised he didn’t follow right away but instead his thrust picked up, fucking you through it.
The room spun as he continued to touch you, watching your eyes roll back, your back lift, thighs fighting to not press together.
“Will, please-“
“Oh I’m sorry, is this not what you wanted? To cum so bad?” He looked down at you, not stopping as you left scratches down his back.
He shifted the two of you, his hand going back to rub your swollen clit once you were situated , his dick further inside of you, the change of angle and pace giving nothing but another wave of pleasure to your body.
Your eyes screwed shut, not minding at all that he was using you the way he wanted, only caring that he was pushing your legs so far apart that you knew you’d be sore in the morning.
It only took a couple minutes before the familiar feeling built up in your body as strings of his name fell off your lips. “Go ahead baby, you’re doing so good. My girl taking me so well,” He leaned down, cooing into your ear.
The shiver of his breath went right to the spot between your legs, sending you right over the edge a second time, Will kissing at your neck as he gripped the back of the couch.
He was close himself, the feeling of you around him, the wetness and the sound of your mewls and moans bringing him closer and closer. He pulled back to look down at you, fucking you through your second orgasm as he felt himself getting sloppy.
You looked up at him, letting out a light breath, “Please cum in me,” You asked softly, those four words tying the knot that sent him overboard. with one final thrust he collapsed forward, a loud string of swears slipping from his mouth as he released inside of you.
His hips bucked against yours a couple more times, earning a whine from him before he pulled out, leaning down to kiss you. “I love you.” He said so firmly, with such passion that your heart felt like it grew a thousand times.
“I love you too,” You said back, leaning the rest of the way into the kiss. He grabbed each side of your face, both of your chests heaving and slick with sweat as he reached back to undo the back of your dress.
A light smirk on his face he looked up at you, “I have one last idea if you’re down for it my love,” He cooed, his hands dancing along your back.
Even with the lack of breath you nodded, still craving his touch. “Please,” You muttered, Will instantly leaning to pull the dress clean off of you, lifting it over your head.
“Alright, you remember what to do if it’s too much yeah?” He pressed a firm kiss to the front of your throat, leaving a mark before dipping lower across your collarbone.
Faintly you nodded, breathing out a sigh, “Tap your shoulder twice.” You answered, feeling his hand slide up your thigh. A million and one thoughts were running through your mind, every single one being replaced as Will pressed a finger into you.
A sharp gasp left your lips, back arching into his lips as your hips twitched towards him, still sensitive as he twisted his finger inside of you. “Good girl,” He hummed, sucking clear marks down your chest until his face was aligned with his hand.
His breath hit your skin, him looking up at you as he left more kisses on your inner thigh, inching closer to your pussy. “God Will…” You whined out.
The sound of his name once again leaving your lips had him sliding a second finger in, pumping in and out strategically. Of course he knew how to use his hands, he was a doctor. Past plastic surgeon. He could lead you to another orgasm with his eyes closed.
Will’s tongue swiped along your clit, circling it slowly as he watched you fall apart under his touch. Your hips twitched up, his other hand coming up to push them down, holding you against the cushions as he replaced his fingers with his mouth, devouring every single bit of you.
The mixture of you and him inside you was heaven, his mouth moving quickly. He put your legs over his shoulders, looping his arm around them, using his first two fingers to rub against your clit as his tongue worked across you.
“Fuck, fucking-“ You practically screamed out, your hands falling into his hair, holding tightly. “Will-“ No other words came to mind as you were filled with his touch.
It didn’t take long for your legs to shake, heels crossing. As your third orgasm ripped through you as you wet his face, trying not to grind down on his tongue, his nose bumping your sweet spot as he looked up at you, not stopping until you told him to.
If he could stay between your legs for the rest of his life he would, it was probably his favorite part of the night. Tasting you, being able to bring you into the trembling state with just his tongue.
It was blissful. As he worked you over, openly ready to build you up for a forth time you reached out, tapping his shoulder as your heart hammered in your chest.
He was off of you in seconds, instead leaning up to put a hand on your cheek, “Are you okay?” He asked softly, looking down at your flushed and fucked out face.
Slowly you nodded, “Mhm, jus’ need a minute,” You breathed out, your legs and hips sore. Will stroked a thumb across your cheek before shifting onto the couch.
“How about we call it a night? Come here,” He lightly grabbed your hand, guiding you over to him to lay against his chest. “Rest a little and we can get up to take a shower in a couple minutes,” His hand raked through your hair comfortingly, his eyes never leaving you.
You smiled and nodded, “Okay,” You slightly lifted to look at him, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
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Late Night - Will Halstead
Requested: yes
Word count: 561
Warnings: cuteness idk
A/n: guys I need him.
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Those nights when they come home late and see you asleep on the couch and they come, pick you up and tuck you into bed with a kiss on your forehead
Will was used to coming home late. The emergency department wasn’t exactly known for its predictability. Thought it did start to bug him when coming home late interfered with seeing you for the day.
Coming home past midnight when he was supposed to be home by ten and seeing you passed out because you tried to stay up always made him feel horrible.
Like maybe he didn’t try hard enough. Maybe he should push harder to make it home to you in time. Of course that wasn’t even something on your mind.
You’d wait up for him every single night of the week if it meant being able to be there when he needed you. If he had a bad shift you wanted to be there when he got home to hug him, to kiss him.
Sadly there were times you couldn’t keep your eyes awake, your own job taking a toll on your sleep schedule that meant falling asleep on the couch with the tv on, curling up into yourself.
Tonight was exactly one of those nights. Will was stuck in the ED, a small text message was sent when he could to inform you, pleading that you don’t stay up but what could you say? You were stubborn.
So you stayed up. Well, tried to. By the time it was 9:30 you were hardly able to keep your eyes open, then fluttering shut for seconds at a time.
When your body gave up and went to sleep you didn’t know, but some time later you felt like you were lifted from the couch, your eyes just barely opening.
“Will?”
“Sh, it’s okay. I got you.” His voice was soft, quiet. Like he’d disturb the slumber you were in and true sleepiness that covered you if he spoke any louder.
Only a couple seconds later you were laid down on the bed, the blanket lifted up over you. “Go back to sleep.” Will whispered softly, a light kiss pressed to your temple.
Almost instantly you reached out, grabbing onto his wrist. It should’ve been too weak to actually stop him but Will stopped in his tracks.
“Come to bed, baby.” Your words mumbled but clear enough that he understood them. Will turned his hand in your hold, squatting down in front of you.
“I will, but I need to shower and change. I won’t be long.” He ran his thumb over the top of your hand, his gaze so full of love that you couldn’t help but smile.
Just faintly you nodded, releasing him to go wash up and change which truly didn’t take much time. Not even thirty minutes later he was shifting to lay in bed.
Sure you had dozed off but the movement of the bed had woken you again. Will took no time in sliding right up to you, knowing that feeling him next to you was the equivalent of an extra warm blanket.
Another added layer of protection to let you fall asleep fully and actually get a good nights rest.
“Did you have a good day?” You muttered out, eyes closed as your head rested against his chest.
“I did,” Will pulled you closer, running his fingers through your hair. It wasn’t an entire lie, sure it had its difficulties but coming home to you made all of it fade into the background.
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Sick Days - Will Halstead
Requested: yes
Word count: 564
Warnings: just sick time
A/n: this is short but will would 100% be annoying about being sick
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“Either go to bed and get some rest willingly, or I will drag your ass down the hall kicking and screaming. You know I’ll have no problem with either option.”
You hated being sick. It was the fucking worst thing that could ever happen to you personally. Sneezing, coughing, hard to breathe, not to mention the soreness in the back of your throat if you took in too much of a breath. It sucked.
That was bad enough alone. But it was amplified by a hundred when your caring boyfriend decided to bring his job home. Yes he was a doctor but you appreciated it more when he didn’t treat you like another one of his patients.
Which is exactly what he did. The first sound of a sniffle and he was forcing you to take vitamins within the next ten minutes. So you’d learned to at least try and hide your illnesses until you couldn’t anymore. You’d done good the last couple of days, orange juice and Dayquill being your best friends.
But it was catching up, today you were groggy, barely shuffling around the kitchen as you attempted to clean up before Will got home from his overnight. The throbbing in your head made things a bit shaky as you emptied the dishwasher and wiped the counters.
All while sucking on a cough drop that wasn’t doing much of anything but tasting decently good as you ate it. You didn’t even hear the front door open, too busy leaning your forehead against the front of the metal fridge, enjoying the coolness it gave off.
“Baby what are you doing?” Will’s voice made you jump, turning slowly. “Whoa, are you okay? You look a little pale.” He dropped his duffel bag as soon as he saw your face, the circles under your eyes practically impossible to ignore.
You attempted to swat his hand away as it came up to your forehead but it was no use, he just dodged the whack and pressed the back of his hand to your skin. “You’re really warm baby, why don’t you go lay down and I’ll make you something to eat, we have stuff for soup I’m pretty sure.”
“Will, I’m fine. I just need to drink some water and I’ll be good as new.” You always tried this, to convince him that you were fine but, spoiler alert, it never worked. Not once. It’d been going on three years and he still managed to baby you.
He shook his head instantly, “Look. Either you go to bed and get some rest willingly, or I will drag your ass down the hall, kicking, screaming and all. You know I’ll have no problem with either option.” Will raised his eyebrows at you, propping himself against the counter.
Truthfully it wasn’t even worth arguing. He could pick you up as easily as he could pick up a damn banana when you were in full strength and health, never mind when you could barely open a jar of pickles.
“Fine.” You grumbled, tossing the paper towel onto the counter. “I don’t even feel that sick.” A lie of course, a cough following your words, Will instantly giving a knowing look. One that personally said ‘Are you sure about that?.’ “Shut up.”
“I didn’t even say anything, now go. I’ll take care of all of this.” He gave a warm smile to you, watching you until you disappeared into the bedroom before turning and finishing whatever you were cleaning and making the dinner that did make you feel the slightest bit better.
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Closed Off - Will Halstead
requested: yes
word count: 2,231
warnings: nothing really, just cute, closed off reader i guess?
a/n: i apologize if this isn't written well?? i cant tell-
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“You’re a lot different under the sheets, aren’t you?” “How so?” “…You’re way softer, I like this side of you.”
When you started working at Chicago Med, you swore that you would just live your life there as a doctor and that was that. No romances, no mingling of any sort. As minimal talk of your personal life as possible.
You wanted to leave that part of you back in New York and let Chicago be completely detached. As well as not letting your coworkers into your inner circle. And so far it had been working. Most of the people you worked with knew you were self reserved, respected that.
Including one Will Halstead but he really couldn’t get past the fact it drew him in even more than any sort of mystery usually would. Seriously, how could he just ignore that the new beautiful doctor at the hospital had so much hidden behind a brick wall.
He of course respected your want to privacy, but that didn’t stop him from conveniently going to the vending machine at the same time as you, offering up any sort of light conversation he could. Simply wanting to offer out his attention and want to at least be friends.
And in all honesty, you found it cute. That he cared, if that was even the right word to use, to try and let you hunker down in this city. To know that you had each and every person in this hospital to lean on regardless of what you tried to shut out.
Usually you would just brush him off, but today was… decently hard. You had no real way to save this mother and you had to tell her family that. So you decided on grabbing something to try and calm yourself down. Some chips.
As always, Will followed you, leaning against the side of the machine with a slight grin. “Hey, what kind you getting?” He waited, knowing if you were going to reply it wouldn’t be right away. And he was right.
With a sigh, you looked up at him, “Salt and vinegar.” Short and bluntly, leaning down to grab the bag out of the bottom, sucking in a breath before going to go around him. As if he could tell, Will turned with you.
“Hey, wait. You alright?” His hand went to your arm, something that usually wouldn’t have made you stop but for some reason you did, gripping the small bag of chips in your hands. Genuinely you didn’t know if it was the bad day getting to you or what but you shook your head.
Will frowned slightly, pushing past the surprise that you actually spoke to him, “Do you wanna talk about it? Maybe I could help?” He offered, you nodding faintly. If it meant even possibly coming up with something to help your patient you’d do it.
“Yeah, my patient, she’s sick and I can’t save her. She’s past the point of chemo and everything so,” You paused faintly. “I don’t really know what to do.” Something you didn’t admit lightly.
You were good at your job, cold shoulder or not. And honestly, one of the highest success rates of doctors in the ED, only topped by Dr. Choi. “Let me take a look at her and her papers and I’ll see if I can find anything. New eyes and all.” He once more offered.
Part of you was ashamed of the help but you brushed it off. Will managed to find something and by the end of the day, she was on a new treatment plan that was hopefully going to get her home before the holidays.
Later that night, when shift was about to end, you went into the break room, not looking for Will, but bumping into him was actually alright. “Hey, Halstead.” He lifted his head towards you with a hum of acknowledgement. “I just wanted to say an actual thank you for today.” You paused, actually feeling a bit nervous speaking up.
“I’m glad I could help. Always nice to see a parent make it home to their family.” Will shrugged his jacket on, watching as you still stood there, hands clasped together, “Was there something else?””
With how quickly you usually split from any sort of conversation it was odd that you didn’t with him, at least not now. “Well, I was uh, gonna see if you’d let me get you a drink.” Will’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Because honestly, I don’t think I could have handled losing that mother today.” You rolled your tongue against your cheek nervously.
He nodded faintly, doing his best (and failing) to hide the smile that was actively growing on his face. “Well, I think I’d like that.”
“Just the one though.” You faintly laughed, “Don’t get your hopes up.” You managed to joke faintly, Will holding his hands up in defense. He’d take anything he could, conversation was conversation and that was how the two of you ended up next to one another at Molly’s that evening, a beer in both of your hands.
Will leaned on the counter, “You know, you’re pretty hard to read.” He spoke, looking over at you. “And I like to think I’m pretty good at reading people.” He sipped from his drink with a thoughtful look behind his eyes. That much was true, Will was good at knowing what kind of person he was getting entangled with.
Not that he ever had the best judgment on what that meant or would lead to but at least he had a baseline. With you though it was like there was nothing. You didn’t give off anything. He had nothing to base his thoughts off.
“Well, that’s kind of the point.” You shrugged, taking a swig from your bottle, “That’s exactly how I want it to be.” Will shifted at the statement, facing you more, his eyebrows pulling together as he looked over at you.
“Why?” He chuckled faintly. “I mean, you’ve been in Chicago a few months now and all I got from you is that you’re from New York and that you like cats.” The only reason he even knew that was the pin you had attached to your jacket that you sometimes wore.
A small black cat pin. “Well if I answered that I’d be giving away all my secrets, wouldn’t I?” You cocked an eyebrow up, crossing a leg over the other. Will chuckled faintly, nodding with a shrug. He sighed faintly, tilting his bottle towards you.
“I guess you’re right.” Once more he took a decently big swig from his beer, taking a moment to think over his next words, “You know I’m gonna keep trying to get to know you right?” Will spoke, glancing to you. If he was one thing it was stubborn and one thing he wanted more than anything was to sneak through one of the tiniest cracks you had to have.
Because everybody has one in the walls they put up. “I know.” You leaned your elbow on your knee, glancing up at him. “Doesn’t mean I’ll give in though.” The two of you shared a look, and you were unable to say you weren’t attempting to flirt at least a little bit. And it wasn’t like you were fully against talking to him in general. He wasn’t the worst company.
Will hummed faintly, he wasn’t sure what he was exactly allowed to do or say. Sure you had asked him to get the drink but that only put you at acquaintance level. If that. And as much as he wanted to reach out, put a hand on yours, he couldn’t let himself. That would be too far.
At least to him. But truthfully, you couldn’t keep the facade up that much longer. Because he was persistent and you were only so strong. “Well, I figured as much. But hey, maybe I’ll crack you down.” Will smiled warmly, and for some reason that was it. That was the smile that made you just want to confess everything you’ve ever held back to him.
You sucked in a deep breath, looking away from him in a vain attempt at keeping your composure. “Yeah, maybe.” There was a brief silence, you finishing your beer before standing, grabbing your jacket off the back of your chair. “Well, thanks again. Enjoy the rest of your beer.”
Will stood quickly, reaching his hand out just as fast, stopping before it touched your arm, “Wait, you’re leaving already?” He said, a tinge of disappointment in his voice. Slightly you nodded, lifting your gaze to him with pursed lips, his eyes locking with yours.
“Uh, yeah, I should,” You gave him a light smile, frozen in place as much as you wanted to walk away it was like you couldn’t. Something about looking at Will just made you want to stay. Whether it was the warmth of his eyes, how he pressed you for conversation while still respecting when you snipped it in the bud.
Something held you there, and it wasn’t the hand he lightly put on your arm, stepping slightly closer, “Or, you could stay. Let me buy you another drink.” His voice was hopeful and so alluring that before you knew it you were agreeing, sitting back down with another drink in your hand.
It was like somehow he just knew that you didn’t actually want to leave. That you wanted to keep talking. And he managed to keep you wrapped up in conversation along with a few more drinks that led to you walking out together and you laying in his bed that night.
Not minding when his hands traced over your skin or how your head rested against his chest, his hands twisting through your hair, luring you to sleep.
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You were the first to wake up the next morning, shifting onto your side to face Will. He was still asleep, his arms tucked under his head and hair sticking up all over the place. It was admittedly extremely cute and you couldn’t help but gently reach over, raking your hand through his hair and pushing it off of his forehead.
He just looked so peaceful, content, that it almost made you feel bad for always brushing him off. Made you second guess the fact that you were so closed off. Maybe this was your way of finally opening up. Will shifted slightly under your touch, making you retract it quickly, eyes widening.
“Mmm, what time ’s it?” He mumbled, eyes still shut. Just slightly you leaned up, looking over his shoulder at the clock on the bedside table, having to push hair out of the way as it fell over your eyes.
“Only 7,” You spoke softly, laying back down, this time meeting his gaze as he finally opened his eyes. Will grinned widely, shifting closer, his arm going around your waist, nuzzling up against your side. “You’re clingy when you just wake up huh?”
The man nodded as best he could, tucking his head away in the crevice of your neck. “Only when I’m this comfortable.” His statement was muffled but you understood it nonetheless, unable to keep yourself from bringing a hand up to rake through his hair. “Now you just don’t want me to get up,” He chuckled lightly.
You hummed softly, twirling some of his hair around your fingers. “You are admittedly kind of cozy, I won’t lie.” The man lifted his head, looking across your face quickly. A deep blush covered your cheeks as he looked at you.
He was practically studying you, taking note of your face, how you looked back at him. All of it. “I… what?” You asked quickly, eyebrows tightly pulling together.
Will shook his head slightly, “Nothing, you’re just a lot different under the sheets, aren’t you.” He leaned up on his elbows, planting them on either side of you as he spoke. It made his heart flutter, the way you only seemed to be comfortable letting him in.
“How so?”
“You’re softer. Not as closed off.” He spoke, a breath catching in your throat. The man reached out, hesitantly putting a hand on the side of your face. “I like this side of you.” Will swiped his thumb over your cheek, “A lot.” He admitted, giving you a tight smile.
Everything he said was thought over, worried that the wrong move or wrong saying would send you running. That he’d overstep in some way or another. But in reality, you missed being around others.
A lonely life in Chicago was just that. Lonely. And as much as you were content with how you were living there was always a bit of something that had you wanting to change your own mind.
Heavily you sighed, giving up on keeping yourself from leaning into his palm. Will grinned wider, shifting closer to you. “Does this mean you’re done with that? At least with me?” He muttered, eyes meeting yours as you slightly nodded.
“At least with you,” One of your hands went over his, pulling him closer. Will’s arm went to the spot on the bed behind you, leaning forward. “Which makes you, very lucky.” You mumbled, in turn putting your hand on his cheek instead,
Will laughed quietly with a hum, “Is that so?” His voice low as you got closer to him, nodding once more before pressing your lips to his firmly, putting your arm over his shoulder tightly.
“It is.”
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Aching - Will Halstead
Requested: yes
Word count: 467
Warnings: just cute ass will halstead.. I want one :(
A/n: can I buy him???
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“My muscles are aching.” “They weren’t aching last night when we were…” “Shut up. That's exactly the reason why they are aching right now.”
“I am never leaving this bed, again.” You mumbled, tightening your grip around Will. “Ever. It’s my eternal home now.”
A soft chuckle came from the red head next to you, his arm going over your shoulder and pulling you closer. Which normally was cute but the soreness of your body made you groan.
You scrunched your nose up, “Never moving actually, my muscles are aching so bad.” You added as you shook your head, Will shifting to lean over you slightly, a dumb smirk on his face.
“They weren’t aching last night when we —”
“Shut up,”You grumbled, planting a hand over his mouth. “That is exactly the reason they are aching right now and you know it.”
Like a child, he licked the palm of your hand, making you yank it away, “You did not,” your eyes squinting as you spoke.
He grinned, pressing a kiss to your temple, “I did, I will not be silenced.” Will moved a hand up your side, “But if you’re really sore I can carry you to the bathroom, get a bath set up for you. Probably a good idea since you fell asleep right away last night.”
It never really shocked you how Will slipped from ‘fiancé Will’ to ‘Dr. Halstead’ at the mere mention of pain or illness, and admittedly it was useful sometimes.
No seriously, like before dating him how were you supposed to know what pain medicine was better for headaches versus body aches? You know, aside from good old research of course.
But it was nice in times like now, his caring mode basically going into overdrive. “Mmm, that sounds nice,” You mumbled, shifting just the slightest bit closer to him.
Will nodded, kissing your cheek before standing, pulling on his boxers from last night and reaching out for you. Easily he lifted you up, holding onto you as he brought you into the other room.
Once he put you down, he turned, looking at your considerably concerning collection of bath salts. “Lavender or rose?” He questioned, hands on his hips. A small laugh left you, immediately covering your mouth, the man glancing back, “What? I’m serious.
“Lavender, but I’m definitely laughing at the mother in a grocery store-esque stance you have going on.” You replied, another giggle slipping out. You tried not to but really, he looked goofy.
He rolled his eyes before grabbing what he needed, “Yeah, yeah. Just do what you need to do before you get in the bathtub.” Will shook his head, turning the water on.
You yawned, “We.”
“What?”
“Before we get in the bath.” You muttered, doing what you needed to while Will set everything up. He nodded faintly, not one to argue about being close to you.
Especially when it meant he could keep taking care of you. Truthfully it was and always would be one of his favorite things to do.
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Craning their neck to kiss you better // Tugging you closer by your waist — for Matt or Will, I’m not fussy 🥰
Taller - Will Halstead
Will Halstead x fem!reader
word count: 416
a/n: I know... its short ... ps. I'm trying a new layout :)
Dating someone taller than you wasn’t a problem. Truly. You had someone that could reach higher shelves when shopping, they could carry you on their back and make you taller. Plenty of other things, but one downside, and in your opinion the worst downside was you had to try really hard to kiss them.
Will was the tallest person you’d ever dated. Nobody before him was even close to his 6’2 stance, and compared to your just less than average height, it was just a tad bit difficult. He did the best he could to help; leaning down, lifting you up but he couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t adorable seeing you lift onto your tip toes to try and kiss him.
“Let me kiss you ginger or I swear to god-” You attempted to threaten, lifting as much as you could, pushing your neck out in an attempt to further your height. Neither of which worked unless your goal was his jaw which wasn’t exactly a bad target.
But no, you wanted his lips on yours so badly and he was just standing there grinning. “C’mon you almost got it,” Will teased, always a fan of how red your cheeks got when he frustrated you.
You huffed, one second away from grabbing the collar of his stupid flannel and pulling him down to you. “You piss me off you know-” You were cut off when he put his hands on your hips and pulled you closer, ducking his head down to push his lips to yours.
It was probably his favorite way to shut you up and the couple other times he’d done it you were complaining about something he couldn’t help you with anyway. Though you weren’t as much of a fan, you did want a kiss so, it was sort of a win-win.
“That better?”
“You know I hate when you do that,” You muttered, unable to deny the way your face had turned even redder. And if you felt it then obviously he saw it and you couldn’t even try to hide away from him.
Will chuckled, pulling you closer once again, “I know, can I kiss you again to make up for that one?” He offered, the glint in his eyes enough to have you weak in the knees as you tried to keep some sort of cool as you nodded.
“I suppose that would be okay…”
“Good,” He hummed before kissing you again, your arms contently wrapped around one another.
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