I posted 181 times in 2022
That's 29 more posts than 2021!
181 posts created (100%)
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I tagged 181 of my posts in 2022
#imagine - 99 posts
#imagines - 99 posts
#one chicago - 47 posts
#one shot - 40 posts
#chicago pd - 27 posts
#chicago pd imagine - 27 posts
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#jay halstead imagine - 25 posts
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#star trek strange new worlds one shot
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Roommates
Fandom: Chicago Fire
Series: One Shot
Pairing/s: Kelly Severide x Reader
Warning/s: none
Word Count: 575
Request: request: roommates to lovers trope with kelly severide
It started off innocent enough, you'd needed somewhere to live, Kelly had needed a roommate to make rent, it made sense.
But, slowly, it developed into more. So slowly you hadn't realised until you were in too deep, with glances at one another in a towel, or in gym clothes, or late nights spent having dinner, curling up closer than necessary for wine and a move, with conversation so natural you may as well have been together for years.
It was there, in the air whenever you were alone, but neither of you had put it into words yet, so much so that you were starting to feel that it was one sided, or all in your head, or both.
So when Sylvie told you she had someone in mind to set you up with, you figured, why not, you couldn't wait around to see what might happen with Kelly forever, right?
Kelly was coming out of his room as you were slipping on your heels, pausing in his tracks when he saw you, jaw clenching. "Little dressed up for Molly's aren't you?" He asked, tone deeper than he intended.
You smile at him, "I have a date actually, I won't be able to make it tonight," you explain as casually as possible.
"You, er, didn't mention you had a date," he tried to play it off, but he was definitely jealous.
"I didn't?" You said as you rose, "sorry, I thought I had." Now that definitely gets a rise out of him, but he heads to the cupboards in the kitchen so you don't see it show on his face, not that he was looking for anything in particular in there.
"Who is this guy anyway?" He asked, levelling his tone.
"Friend of Sylvie's," you replied, slipping in your earrings as Kelly turned back to face you and take in the full extent of your outfit, his eyes wandering unsubtly.
"That's what you're wearing for a first date?" He asked, equal parts annoyed and protective.
"What's wrong with it?" You asked, defensiveness creeping into his voice. What right did he have to ask that? You'd waited long enough for him to make a move and he hadn't, could he really blame you for moving on with your life?
"It's... a little much," he answered, though you new full well he had no problem with the outfit, or how it looked on you, and that was in fact the problem.
You rolled your eyes as he stopped there, not saying anything more, not saying what you want him to.
"I should head to Molly's," he said finally, heading for the door.
"Yeah you should," you snapped back a little harsher than intended and he leaves, slamming the door shut behind him.
With a frustrated sigh you gave up on the second earring, letting it scatter across the counter as you rested your hands on the edges and close your eyes.
You only opened them when you heard the door open again, with Kelly standing at the entrance, a look in his face you can't place.
"I don't want you to go on the date," he told you with conviction as you sagged with relief, tension you didn't even realise you were holding releasing.
"I don't want to go on the date," you admitted.
Without another word you both closed the gap, meeting in the middle and kissing like you were finally coming up for air.
322 notes - Posted May 21, 2022
#4
Jealousy
Fandom: Chicago Fire / Chicago PD
Series: One Shot
Pairing/s: Jay Halstead x Reader, Kelly Severide x Reader
Warning/s: none
Word Count: 629
Request: request : dating jay halstead but severide is your ex and jay gets jealous
Some people think it's weird to be friends with your ex, but you disagreed. Some exes, such, but people like Kelly Severide? Nah, you didn't see it.
You and Kelly had dated years ago and separated amicably, and you'd been good friends ever since. He talked to you about Stella, you talked to him about Jay, to you it was normal. It sometimes bothered Jay though, when you and Kelly would have in jokes or conversations about your history and past, not that he'd tell you that.
It's not like you could forget everything about each other when you split, and Jat knew it was irrational, he trusted you, so he tried not to let it show, but it did bug him.
Like in Molly's after a very long shift, you were both sat with Kelly and Cruz as Cruz discussed the tattoo he was thinking of getting in memory of Otis, his friend, and his son.
"I think it's a great idea," you told him with a sincere smile, putting your hand on the arm he had resting on the table as Jay nodded his agreement.
"You have something similar, for your old college friend that passed," Kelly mentioned casually, gesturing with his beer to where you were sat. You nodded and the conversation carried on, with Cruz asking how you settled on the image, but Jay wasn't really paying attention.
It was so little, it shouldn't have bothered him, but he'd had a long day, so he excused himself from the booth at Molly's about getting an early one before next shift and headed out.
Kelly and Cruz didn't give it a second thought after they bid goodnight, but you couldn't help watch Jay as he left, a troubled look on your face before you excused yourself too and went after him.
"Jay!" You called after him when you exited the bar, noticing him from behind instantly. He stopped in his tracks, not turning but letting you catch up with him.
"Hey, what's up?" You asked, a hand on his forearm as you walked around him so that you were face to face.
"Nothing," he tried unconvincingly, knowing you weren't buying it either.
You tilted your head at him, a look on your face that told him as much without uttering a word. You faced off for a few seconds before he relented and sighed, eyes moving from yours.
"I just..." he tried to find the right words to explain without coming off douchey, "sometimes it just gets to me a little, seeing you and Kelly together," he admitted.
You laughed at the absurdity but he winced, looking a little hurt. Shaking your head you stopped.
"Baby, there's nothing between me and Kelly anymore," you told him, "we realised we were better off as friends, and we have been ever since, there's nothing for you to be jealous of."
"I know, I know, I do," Jay insisted, "it's just, I didn't know that, what he said about your tattoo, and I guess it just stung a little that he did."
You nodded but didn't say anything, so he continued. "I'm not trying to be one of those guys who tells you who you should be friends with and gets super jealous..." He explained, feeling like an idiot for even bringing it up, it's why he never had before.
"You can't control your feelings Jay, and I'd rather you tell me than let it fester," you said, putting a hand to his cheek, "but there really is nothing to worry about."
"I know," he told you genuinely, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours.
"I love you," you told him forcefully, making sure he knew it.
"I know," he chuckled, kissing you softly, "I love you too."
375 notes - Posted May 24, 2022
#3
Close Call
Fandom: Chicago Med
Series: One Shot
Pairing/s: Connor Rhodes x Reader
Warning/s: stabbing
Word Count: 656
Summary: Losing a patient during surgery and Connor taking care of you after you get stabbed by a grieving family member
You hadn’t seen it coming, turning away to give a grieving family some space after you’d just delivered the news of their son’s passing as you felt a hand grip your shoulder and something suddenly pinch your side.
There was a scream as you turned, the brother of your patient behind you as his mother yelled for help, the father leaping up as he stepped away, a bloody knife in his hand.
You looked at your side, your white shirt and coat already pooling with blood.
“What did you do!?” His mother screamed as the father rushed to the door, calling for anyone to help.
“That’s for my brother,” he told you, hand already shaking, clearly unsure of the weight of what he had just done.
You wanted to say something, to apologise maybe, but you collapsed, doctors and nurses rushing in as security pulled your assailant away and on to the ground.
Then... nothing.
-
“Y/N?” You heard the voice, gentle and full of concern, but it was far away, like you were underwater trying to break to the surface. “Y/N, oh Y/N, please wake up."
Eventually, the voice got a little clearer, forcing your heavy eye lids open to face the blinding light of the room, the left side of your body aching in a way you’d never experienced before.
You felt pressure on your hand as you woke up, a blurry figure leaning over you as you blinked, trying to focus on him. “There you are...” He breathed, relief washing over him. Connor.
He looked like he hadn’t slept, his clothes creased and his hair stuck down on one side, probably from where he’d been resting his head, you realised, eyes flicking to the coffee cups and blanket around the chair to the side of your bed.
"Connor-" you tried to talk but your throat was like sandpaper. He noticed and grabbed the cup from the bedside table, gently putting the straw to your lips as you shifted into the best sitting position you were able.
"Easy does it," Connor said, helping you sit and pulling the drink back when you coughed.
"Better?" He asked, rubbing your leg.
"Define better," you managed, throat still sore but your voice returning. He looked worried as your hand went to your side, remembering what had happened just before you lost consciousness.
Trying to push the thought away, you asked: "how long have I been out?"
"A few days," Connor said, a shadow crossing his face, "there were complications in surgery, you had to go back in twice, the last 24 hours have been crucial..." his voice caught in his throat and you took his hand.
"Don't tell me you counted me out?" You tried to joke, but he could hear the fear in your voice as you took in what he had said.
"Never," he promised, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.
"So, what now?" You asked, looking to where your chart hung at the end of the bed, desperate to check your condition.
"Now, you rest and recover," he told you, following your eyes, "and you let your doctors do what they do best, you're off the clock on this one."
"But-" you began but the look on Connor's face made you pause. "It was bad, wasn't it?"
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400 notes - Posted February 7, 2022
#2
We'll Make It Down The Aisle
Fandom: Chicago PD
Series: Adding it to THIS series because I can
Part 1 // Part 2
Pairing/s: Jay Halstead x Reader
Warning/s:
Word Count: 967
Summary: After 10 years of being friends and more, Jay and the reader are finally tying the knot, but a medical emergency throws a spanner in the works
Looking at yourself in the mirror one last time before heading to the limo, you could barely believe this was happening. Smoothing down your dress lightly, taking it all in, you couldn't help but smile.
When you'd met Jay he'd been uncover, working for a shady mobster named Arthur and shaking down Molly's for cash, you couldn't quite believe that you were about to walk down the aisle to him.
After years of friendship, consulting on a number of cases with Intelligence as a psychiatrist, a few new death experiences, and wasted time denying your feelings for each other, you were finally doing it.
The wedding was no expenses spared, especially thanks to Voight's donation - you'd been smart enough not to ask where that money had come from.
So there you were, climbing carefully into your carriage, well, limo, with your Maid of Honour, Sylvie, and bridesmaids: Stella, Kim and Maggie. It was perfect.
"Ready?" Sylvie asked, looking at you with the biggest grin you'd ever seen as Stella pulled the door shut.
You nodded, "without a doubt." She knocked on the separating window and the limo began to move, taking you to the only place you wanted to be, with Jay.
"Oh I bet he's going to look good," Stella nudged you playfully.
"Of course he will, he's a Halstead," Maggie added and you all laughed.
You conversation didn't last long, however, your laughter being cut short by a loud crash from outside and the breaks of the limo were slammed on, throwing you all forward into each other as you screeched to a halt.
"What was that?" Kim asked, rolling down the closest tinted window as you all leaned forward to see what looked like the aftermath of a traffic collision.
A truck had hit... "Is that a school bus?" Sylvie asked, eyes wide and you swallowed hard, commotion already starting to form around the accident.
You all exchanged a knowing look and sprang into action, pulling open the door as you all ran to the scene, hoisting up your skirt as you did.
"Y/N, what about the wedding?" Stella asked as you reached the crash, the crowd already doing a double take at the 5 glamorously dressed women racing towards them, your heels clicking on the concrete.
"It'll have to wait," you replied, surveying the scene. The others did the same, each having their own specialty in the field.
"I'll take triage, tell Med we have a mass-casualty situation," Maggie declared, noticing the walking wounded and a number of injured pedestrians spread along the street.
"I'm with you," Sylvie added and you all nodded.
"I'm on crowd control, I'll call it in," Kim said, already working to direct some of the crowd away so you could work.
You and Stella glanced at one another, "I guess that means we're going in."
You nodded, face grim but focused. Psychiatrist or not, you worked in the E.D, and you'd had plenty of extra field training; you were as good as any paramedic.
You both made your way to the bus. The truck was on its side but the bus was still upright, a dangerously tilted lamppost stopping it in its tracks, a giant dent in the side where the impact occurred.
People were trapped, and injured, so you and Stella got to work trying to pry the doors open.
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430 notes - Posted February 10, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Undercover
Fandom: Chicago PD
Series: One Shot
Pairing/s: Jay Halstead x Reader
Warning/s: none
Word Count: 898
Summary: Imagine... meeting Jay when your Unit teams up with Intelligence for an undercover assignment
You'd been undercover for just four months as a barmaid. Your narcotics unit had been gathering intel on a new gang moving into the area who were lacing their product with fentanyl and working out of this seedy dive bar in Canaryville.
Being new players meant going under had been easier than usual - they needed actual staff the run the front of this place while they did business in the back, so you'd applied for the position and basically been hired on the spot.
About a month ago the Intelligence Unit had joined the operation. Their new drug had landed a few DOA's at their feet in the form of turf disputes, and your Sergeant had known Voight for years, so you'd teamed up to take these guys down.
You'd never met Detective Halstead, but when Jay had walked into the bar and used your Unit's code phrase in conversation, you'd known he was your new contact. Jay had set himself up as player interested in helped your new 'boss', who went by Murdock, get his product on the street faster.
He'd come to the bar a few times, getting flirty with you behind the counter to pass information with code. It was how you'd been able to tell him about a party coming up at Murdock's new pad to celebrate a recent influx of sales, and Jay had been able to score and invite.
So there you were, half playing lookout, half serving the fanciest hors d'oeurvres a drug dealing gangster could come up with in a cocktail dress they felt more like a second skin as Jay attempted to plant a bug in Murdock's study.
Out the corner of your eye you spotted Murdock rounding the corner, your eyes widening in panic. The study was a radio dead zone, you had no way of warning Jay in advance.
"We have a problem," you whispered into your earpiece, your partner Callie and Adam Ruzek on the other end in an unmarked van down the road.
"How bad?" Adam's voice crackled over the comms.
"Jay's cover is about to be blown," you informed them, eyeing Murdock as casually as you could.
Adam swore over the other end of the line.
"Should we move in?" Callie asked.
"Not yet," you advised.
Think Y/N, Murdock hadn't spotted you as you slipped around the corner. You could make it to the study before him... but then what? He'd see you and Jay in the corridor and it would be over for both of you.
Unless... "Give me 5, if you don't hear from me, move in then," you told them, not giving them a chance to reply as you made your move.
You placed your tray on the nearest surface and made your way to the study, slipping in just as Murdock rounded the corridor, he hadn't seen you.
"Y/N?" Jay whispered, surprised to see you as he knelt by Murdock's desk, just finishing planting the bug. "You can't be in here."
"Murdock will be in here any second," you told him, looking around the room for anywhere to escape, or hide. You hadn't thought there would be, all intelligence told you the room was impenetrable. But that hadn't been your plan anyway.
"Even more reason for you not to have come in here," Jay said, worry lacing his voice as he stood fast, wishing he'd had a weapon. Everyone had been searched upon entry, you were defenceless, and you had no way to defend yourselves.
"Follow my lead," you told him hurriedly as a shadow darked the doorway behind you.
Jay looked confused, glancing between you and the door as the handle began to turn. He had no choice but to nod slightly.
Here goes everything, you thought, grabbing his tie and pulling him in for a kiss, pivoting yourselves so that you were backed up again the desk.
Jay's eyes widened, not quite processing what was happening as the door opened and Murdock walked in.
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573 notes - Posted March 17, 2022
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