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[halstudandruz]

Withdrawal (NSFW)

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Will Halstead x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Dirty texts lead to a horny Halstead

Warnings: Smut (18+), swearing, sexting

A/N: Will’s texts are bolded, yours are italicized

It had been too long, way too long since you’ve had the time to be with your boyfriend. You flew home for your mother’s birthday and ended up staying a couple more days than you had originally planned. On top of that your flight had gotten delayed twice thanks to a storm rolling through so instead of getting to spend a few hours with Will before his shift you had gotten home an hour after he already left, and man were you going through some withdrawal. Walking in your shared apartment you dropped your luggage in the living room exhaustion hitting a little. You decided to take a nap knowing full well your boyfriend wouldn’t be home for at least a minimum of 12 hours and would likely be even longer than that. Falling into your bed Will’s minty scent took over instantly relaxing you. Pulling out your phone you pulled his name up typing a quick message informing him you were home safety before drifting off.

Waking up you huffed at the clock not appreciating the time that still stood between you and Will. Dragging yourself out of your bed and into the shower you let the water cascade over your body. A smirk formed on your face as the idea popped in your head. Stepping out from under the water you dried your hands before leaning to grab your phone off the shelf. Pulling Will’s messages back up you began to type,

“The things I would give to be pushed against this shower wall right now is outrageous.” Accompanied by a very tasteful picture.

Setting your phone back down you finished showering wrapping your towel around your body heading towards your bedroom. While getting dressed you heard your phone ping from the bathroom. Smiling you headed to grab it opening Will’s text,

“Holy hell baby. I’m feeling tortured enough. How am I supposed to focus after that? I may have to sneak off to the bathroom here for a second.”

“Don’t you dare. I want it saved all for me. I don’t know how you were focusing before that all I can think about is you.” You replied.

“I miss my girl so much. I can’t wait to get home to you. I have a whole list of things I need to do to you.” Will answered.

“Is that so? Feel free to paint me a picture.” You teased.

“How would that be fair? You’re home all alone able to do whatever you want.” He retorted.

“Alright then..let me paint a picture for you?”

“Baby I’m working and I’m already on the brink of insanity..” Will pleaded. You gave in feeling a little bad imagining him suffering at work between patients. However, an hour later the guilt had faded as you pulled up the texts again to continue the teasing.

“I thought about it and I realized I wouldn’t be a good girlfriend if I didn’t give you a heads up to what’s gonna happen tonight.” A few minutes had passed before you had gotten a reply,

“Well...I wouldn’t want you to think you’re a bad girlfriend or anything.” He answered making you laugh.

“Oh man baby I cannot wait to jump on you. I miss your smell, your lips, your taste, your touch so much. Can’t wait to have my lips on yours, on your chest, on your abs, and most importantly wrapped around your cock. I want your dick shoved down my throat, so rough I won’t be able talk tomorrow.” You started.

“You have absolutely no idea how bad I want that. You’re such a pro at sucking this dick.”

“Practice makes perfect and I think I may be a little out of practice so I better get to work. Can’t wait to tease you a little. Feeling you up outside of your jeans, love feeling your dick go hard in my hand. Use my teeth to pull your zipper down just so you can feel my breath. Want you begging for my mouth baby. Twitching in my hand before it even gets there. Not sure whether I should swallow or not though. Love the taste of you filling up my throat, but also love watching you cum all over your stomach and licking it all up after kinda the best of both worlds..what do you think?”

“Fuck babe...I’m so hard how am I supposed to hide this?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t..let everyone know how bad you need me...especially Natalie…” You couldn’t help but tease him a little knowing you’d probably get at least a small laugh out of him.

“Don’t want her. Only you and that perfect pussy of yours. Can’t wait to get home and eat you up because believe me I’m starving.”

“I’m more than ready. Can’t wait to have that handsome face of yours shoved in my pussy making me feel so fucking good.”

“Hell babygirl. I don’t know how I’m going to make it through this shift. I’m going to absolutely wreck you when I get home.” He replied after a while.

“Is that a promise?” You teased.

“You better fucking believe it.” He texted.

You had finally decided to leave your boyfriend to work turning Netflix on. Drowning the hours away until you finally heard the door of your apartment click. Turning your head to see your boyfriend walking in, dropping his bag at the door, pushing it closed before turning to face you. A smile immediately surfaced on your face, heart thumping faster. It had only been 2 weeks but you swear you had almost forgotten what he looked like. Realizing long distance couples should get all the props in the world. Jumping up off the couch you launched yourself into his arms wrapping yourself around his body. You felt him laugh, wrapping his arms around you to pull your tighter against his body.

“Hi baby.” He whispered into your ear kissing your cheek softly.

“I missed you sooo much.” You whined nuzzling your face into his neck relaxing at his scent too easily.

“You’re telling me.” He smiled pulling your face up to meet his lips, humming at the feeling. Your hand instinctively wrapped around his neck pulling him down enough to your height to deepen the kiss. Biting your bottom lip, his hands moved down to your thighs, getting the hint you jumped letting him support you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Moving his lips down your jaw to your neck he pressed you up against the nearest wall nipping at your collarbone in the process.

“Not wasting any time are we?” You teased starting to unbutton the front of his shirt.

“I may actually explode if I wait any longer. Which is all your fault. Thinking you’re so clever making me suffer at work all day. I had to hide my hard on for hours.” He admitted tugging at the hem of your shirt, before you discarded it on the floor leaving you left in only your panties. “As gorgeous as ever.” He smirked lips moving to your breasts making you moan softly at the contact as he circulated between your nipples. Taking it in and enjoying it for a second before reaching between the two of you working on his belt and jeans, struggling at first in the position but not too long after getting them pushed down along with his underwear. He adjusted his grip on you stepping out of them and kicking them to the side before moving his hand down to your core, gently rubbing on the outside of your panties. Whimpering you tried to push your hips stronger against his fingers making him chuckle. “And I’m the impatient one.” He joked leaning in to capture your lips with his, moving your panties to the side to properly rub at your clit before slowly inserting a finger into you. Moaning into his mouth he took this advantage to sneak his tongue in quickly taking dominance of the kiss. Curling his finger up to hit your sweet spot before inserting another, working you open again. Looking down between you, you see his dick upright, tip swollen red with precum already dripping out.

“I haven’t even touched you yet, what is this?” You smirked collecting the precum on the tip of your finger before putting it in your mouth to lick it off, chucking at Will’s whimper as he watched. Pulling his hand away from you, you gave his shaft a few tugs before moving your panties to the side again rubbing his tip up and down your slit a few times to collect the wetness before slowly starting to push him into you. Will’s eyes closed at your movement, breath trying to steady as you let him take over. Regaining control his nails digged into your thighs watching your face as he slowly pushed into you letting you adjust every couple seconds. Bottoming out his face moved to the crook of your neck before starting to set a steady pace as your hands rested at his shoulders trying to keep yourself up. Feeling the pleasure start to course through your body your head fell back against the wall, moaning out loudly without shame. “Man did I miss you and your dick.” You whined.

“I missed this pussy baby. Always so fucking good.” Will grunted into your ear tugging at your earlobe making you bite your lip sighing heavily, but quickly yelling out whenever he hit your g spot after adjusting slightly.

“Mmm, right there babe.” You informed nails digging into his shoulders. Your muscles were starting to burn so you could only imagine how Will was feeling but you were into much pleasure to care as his thrusts started to speed up, small grunts and moans filling your ear. Feeling your pleasure building you reached down between the two of you starting to rub your clit in time with his thrusts taking you to a whole other level. As you felt the knot in your stomach grow stronger and stronger you pulled Will in closer to your body raking your nails from your free hand down his chest leaving marks, crying out with every thrust.

“Come on baby, let go for me.” Will huffed out between ragged breaths. Seconds later you gave in screaming out Will's name, trying to grasp for him as your limbs shook, white covering your vision, going almost completely limp in Will’s hold. Coming back to reality just in time to hear Will screaming your name accompanied by a few curse words, muffled into your shoulder, his cum filling you completely. Will took a few deep breaths trying to regain control before slowly pulling out and gently sitting you back down on your feet where you grasped onto his biceps still wobbly on your feet. Chuckling he swiftly picked you back up bridal style before walking over and dropping you on the couch where you pulled him down with you. “In hindsight probably would’ve been less physically exhausting to just do it here but hey desperate times call for desperate measures.” He joked kissing your cheek and making you giggle.

“Can always be put to use in round 2.” You shrugged smiling up at him.

“I missed you so much.” He laughed, shaking his head, and grabbing your face between his hands to kiss you. There were quite a few different surfaces put to use that night.

[darkness-in-the-stars-blog1]

Took You Long Enough

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warnings: Mention of blood and shootings a few swear words too

It had been almost a year since I was transferred to intelligence. Which also meant it had been almost a year since Erin Lindsay had left for New York. Voight partnered me with Dectective Jay Halstead taking over Erin’s place, and I knew the first day I walked into intelligence I was in trouble. As cheesy as it sounds those green-blue eyes and wide smile made me weak at the knees. As much as I hated to admit it, it didn’t take long for me to develop a crush on Jay, one that I would hide for as long as I could. Unfortunately for me Jay was broken. Erin had left him in pieces and he wasn’t ready to be put back together. So it wasn’t exactly easy to be his new partner at first, but as time went by he learned to open up again, and we quickly became a dynamic duo. However this also meant it was becoming increasingly harder to keep a professional outlook on things when it came to Jay. I understood no matter what we had to keep things professional at work, and I knew I wouldn’t let it affect our job regardless, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t struggling being with him day in and day out hiding my true feelings. One drunken night about 4 months after I came to Intelligence Jay made a move which led to us hooking up. Later that same night still in my drunk state I had stupidly let my feelings slip, but Jay made it clear he wasn’t ready. In all honesty I didn’t know if he would ever be ready, but you better believe that didn’t stop him from reaming Adam a new one when he made a move on me. Acting as though I was his. Even though all we were and probably ever would be was friends with benefits or partners with benefits if you will. You also better believe that didn’t stop the drunk hookups we had after each tough case, or in all reality after pretty much any case. Which I put a stop to recently. My feelings were becoming too strong and I was quickly starting to drown in the bliss that was Jay Halstead. Although this made it awkward at first we had learned to work through it pushing any and all tension to the back of our minds acting as though it wasn’t obvious. Even though nobody in the unit had said anything I had quite the feeling they all knew. Except Kim of course. She quickly became my best friend in the unit. We clicked right off the bat, and she was well aware of my situation.

But on this particular night I was beginning to regret my decision. We were working on a particularly tough case this week, and Jay knew it was starting to take a toll on me. And sadly the more I drank the more I was reminded that I wanted nothing more than to be in his arms, the safest place I’ve ever had the pleasure of being. I was trying to keep my conscience in check reminding myself that those moments meant everything to me, and nothing to him. Feeling the sting throughout my body every time I repeated that in my head. After almost calling him myself I decided I needed to go to bed before I made any mistakes. As I shut the TV off, and walked to the fridge to get a water I heard a knock on my door. Looking at the clock on my stove I realized it was already 1 o’clock in the morning, and knew there could only be one person standing at the other side of that door. Feeling my heart start to beat slightly faster than before I took a deep breath before opening the door. There he was standing in my door way hands stuffed in his pockets, hair slightly messy, looking down at the floor. I ushered him inside closing the door as he took off his coat.

“Jay I can’t. We talked about this.” I said not looking at him knowing if I did I was going to break.

“I’m not here for sex [Y/N].” He sighed before continuing, “it’s just I couldn’t sleep..” he trailed off before finishing.

“Okay.. and? You want me to keep you company? You could’ve just FaceTimed me or something.” I asked confused as to what he was getting.

“I was just wondering if maybe I could sleep here..” He said shifting from one foot to the other.

“So, you want to sleep in my bed? I mean yeah I guess that’s fine. I mean if it’s really that big of a deal we could just like switch beds yours is comfy too.” I laughed. “But yeah you know where everything is.” I said as I started to make a bed on the couch.

“[Y/N]...” he gulped looking at me.

“Hmm?” I asked looking at him.

“I understand if you say no, but it’s just that I haven’t slept good in weeks as in like the last time I stayed here and we... like.. yeah.. and it’s just that I’m exhausted, and was hoping maybe I could sleep with you? Like actually sleep I mean..” he blushed looking down at the floor again. I had never seen him this shy and it was easily making my heart race. Without thinking I quickly nodded my head yes walking off towards my room. I didn’t turn around knowing full well that Jay was following me. Once we got to the room we began to strip getting ready for bed. Jay slipped off his shirt and jeans laying them on the dresser before crawling into my bed. I graciously watched without making it obvious loving every second. Feeling my skin get hot at the same time. I began to strip down to my bra and panties. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jay staring.

“Could you like not watch me?” I asked nervously.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before.” Jay shrugged winking at me and licking his lips. Making me weak at the knees, but slightly angry at the same time knowing how easily he could influence me. Once I was undressed I took Jay’s shirt off the dresser slipping it on I walked towards the bed to see him smirking at me.

“What?” I asked slightly annoyed at his confidence.

“You know what.” He smiled bigger at me.

“It’s more comfortable than mine.” I rolled my eyes climbing into bed. Although that was true it was only half the truth. As stupid as it sounds there was something even more comforting about having his shirt on and scent even closer to me that made me sleep better. I snuggled into him without thinking as he wrapped his arm around me. We laid there in silence for a little. As I was starting to sober up I wondered if this was the best decision. Feeling a mix of emotions swirl in my stomach. Feeling once again like I was being pulled in different directions with him. I understood that he was still getting over Erin, and I knew he wasn’t trying to play me in anyway, but that didn’t make anything easier. I felt like I was a teenager again trying to get her crush to notice her, and that made me even more mad at the situation. There was too many variables involved and it was just getting increasingly harder. I knew sooner rather than later he had to make up his mind.

“Jay.. I don’t think you realize how hard this is for me..” I began to give him my speech before I was interrupted by his slight snoring. I sighed laying my head back down on his chest. Falling asleep to the beating of his heart. The next morning we were awoken by my alarm going off. I reached over to turn it off as Jay loudly groaned next to me.

“What time is it?” He asked hand covering his eyes.

“5:45.” I answered rolling away from him sitting on the edge of my bed very much so regretting the coldness that overwhelmed me now.

“We don’t even have to be at the district until 7:30 why in the hell are you waking up now.” He rolled over trying to pull me back down to him.

“Go back to sleep I’ll wake you up once I’m done getting ready.” I leaned down kissing his shoulder before heading off to the shower. Once I was done getting ready I woke Jay up, and rushed him out the door. We got in our separate cars heading off to work. “Morning Sarge.” I nodded at Platt before unlocking the gate and heading upstairs Jay following behind me. After everyone was there Voight began to go over the case again trying to piece any new leads together.

“We have to be missing something.” Adam said tapping his pen on his desk.

“Well the longer we sit here the bigger chance we have of these girls dying so dig deeper.” Voight answered harshly. After what felt like forever we finally got a break in the case and were now on our way to catch the guys in an abandoned building where they were apparently keeping the few girls hostage.

“Thanks for letting me stay last night, I really needed that.” Jay said trying to fill the awkward silence that was present in the truck.

“Yep, no problem.” I answered calmly, but could hear the shakiness in my voice and turned away from him.

“Hey, look at me.” Jay said concern on his face glancing over at me.

“Let’s just focus on the case for right now.” I sighed leaning back in my seat preparing myself for anything we may encounter. Once arriving at the scene we all surrounded the building waiting for Voight to give us the cue.

“Chicago PD! Put your hands up!” Voight screamed after Atwater busted in the door. Once entering the suspects quickly retreated not taking long to begin firing weapons at us. As I rounded a corner I seen the girls huddled underneath a stairwell handcuffed to the wall. They looked terrified, but relief was covering their exhausted and bloody/bruised faces at the same time. Thinking I had enough cover I ran towards the girls, but quickly fell to the ground when I felt an emense pain in my abdomen. I screamed out once I hit the concrete floor.

“Ruzek cover me!” Jay screamed before kneeling down beside me quickly ripping at my clothes. “50-21 I got an officer down! Multiple shots fired at police. Roll an ambo to our location now!” Jay screamed into his radio while trying to apply pressure to my side.

“Jay what happened?” I asked adrenaline still running through my body.

“It’s fine, you’re fine, [Y/N], just keep talking to me.” Jay tried to say calmly, but I could see the worry obvious in his face as well as hear it in his voice. “Come on keep looking at me, don’t you dare close your eyes, [Y/L/N].” Jay grabbed my face as I began to feel my eyes getting heavier by the second. Quickly I began to feel the darkness overtake me hearing shots surround me in the background as well as Jay screaming my name.

~Jay’s POV~

I paced in the waiting room feeling sick to my stomach. Everyone was seated around me trying to keep me off edge. Luckily for us we took down the suspects, and saved all the victims they had raped and tortured. At this moment though, that fact made me feel absolutely no better. There was so much blood, and as much as I trusted the doctors at Med with my life I didn’t know if they could do the saving this time. It didn’t help that it had been what felt like days since she was brought in.

“Jay come on man you have to sit down.” Adam patted my back leading me towards a chair. The tension was so thick in the room I was finding it hard to breathe.

“No, I need to go get a drink. I’ll be back.” I shrugged Adam off walking towards the hall where the vending machines were. Once I was by myself it was like my legs had stopped working giving in on me. I punched the wall before sliding down it head falling into my hands. As much as I tried to hold them back the tears began to run down my face. I was too emerged in my thoughts to hear footsteps walking towards me. I jumped once I felt an arm being wrapped around me. I glanced up to see it was Kim. “I’m such a fucking idiot.” I cried.

“She understands Jay.” Kim sighed rubbing her hand up and down his back.

“No, I was playing her. Even though that wasn’t my intention I was, and I was too wrapped up in myself to even think about how I was making her feel.” I sighed feeling more tears run down my face. I have always had a hard time being vulnerable, but honestly at this point I had nothing to lose all I was concerned about was [Y/N].

“She didn’t see it like that Jay.” Kim replied turning herself towards me trying to look at me.

“What if I never get to tell her Kim.” I looked up at her.

~[Y/N]’s POV~

I woke up to what sounded like beeping surrounding me. I quickly opened my eyes, but just as quickly shut them again regretting that decision as the lights blinded me. I felt pain radiating through my body and I tried to groan, but no sound came out. I also felt someone holding my hand, and tried to squeeze it. I knew it had worked when the grip tightened around my hand. After a few minutes of laying there trying to gather my thoughts I slowly opened my eyes blinking quickly as I tried to adjust to the bright light. I groaned again this time hearing the sound successfully come out. I turned my head to see who was sitting beside me. I was welcomed with the sight of Jay looking alert, but also completely exhausted at the same time staring back at me.

“Water.” I croaked out hearing my voice adjust to the dryness that filled my throat. Jay quickly jumped up fetching me a small cup, and laid it to my lips slowly dumping it into my mouth. “Thanks.” I smiled at him as he sat back down next to me. It was then that I realized I was in the hospital, an IV in my hand, and gauze completely covering my abdomen. I tried to readjust myself, but wined whenever I felt sharp pains shoot through me.

“Stay still.” Jay scolded me reaching up to brush my hair back from my face.

“What happened?” I asked. Jay sighed giving me a brief of the events holding tighter onto my hand. His voice shook as he retold the story.

“I’m going to go get Connor, and let him know you’re awake.” Jay stood up kissing my forehead before I watched him walk out. Not long after Dr. Rhodes came into my room to check my vitals explaining my injuries, and what he did to fix them. I was then left alone with Jay again.

“You look exhausted.” I said as I looked over his appearance. Bags very evident under his bloodshot eyes along with messy hair, and wrinkled clothes, but I’d be lying if I said he didn’t still look just as gorgeous.

“I’m so sorry [Y/N].” Jay looked down as I seen water cloud over his eyes.

“Hey, come on it wasn’t your fault I made a bad call I should’ve made sure I had someone watching before I went off.” I said reaching my hand up to his face carefully.

“Not about that, I mean yeah I am sorry about that, but just for everything between us,” he looked at me putting his hand over mine before continuing, “I didn’t think I could ever do it again. I didn’t think I could ever feel this way again. Honestly I didn’t ever want to feel this way again, and it all scared me because what I feel for you is even more intense than what I felt for Erin. I truly didn’t think that would ever be possible, and I know that’s a really cheesy thing to say, but whenever I thought I lost you I’ve never felt so broken in my life. I was so worried and lost. I’m sorry that it took me so long to get here, and I’m sorry for what I put you through along the way, but I really do love you [Y/N].” Jay confessed looking me straight in the eyes voice cracking slightly. All of a sudden tears begin to roll down my cheeks as the shock set in that Jay was finally telling me what I wanted to hear for so long. “Oh my gosh no, baby please don’t cry, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Did I say something? Are you hurt? I mean I know you’re hurt but you know what I mean..” Jay began to panic. Which made me laugh. I wiped my tears away with a huge smile set on my face.

“Well I guess I’m glad to see something came out of me you know being shot and all.” I laughed.

“I am not in the mind set to be messed with right now.” He sighed running a hand down his face when he seen my smile.

“I love you too, Jay” I smiled as he leaned down to kiss me. “Took you long enough.” I rolled my eyes making him chuckle.

“I think we both need some rest.” He said carefully sliding into bed next to me kissing me again. As we talked before falling asleep next to each other.

[wordsandupstead]

Frantic Call

Jay HalsteadxReader

summary: Y/n’s bad day just keeps getting worse, and when she can’t take it anymore, she calls Jay, crying.  words: 1.5k

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The sound of metal crashing against wood catches your attention and momentarily stuns you. As you turn your head to the passenger side of the car, you realize you weren’t watching that side as you backed up, and you smashed your mirror against the telephone pole outside of your house. Your heart immediately sinks to your belly. 

“I gotta go!” You shout at your phone, despite hearing your brother’s confused questions coming through your cars speaker via bluetooth. He had been practically yelling at you over something that had happened between him and your mom, which is not uncommon. As the middle child, you’ve always been the mediator, even though you’re all adults with separate lives now, things somehow still come back to you, as if they expect you to sort their problems out. 

Putting your car in park, you jump out and rush around to the other side. Your mirror is hanging from a cord, and the paint on the passenger side door is scraped. Part of the metal is caved in too. You force a deep breath into your lungs and try to remain composed despite wanting to burst into tears standing there on the street.

The argument your brother had with your mom left you feeling like things were already falling apart. His yelling was just enough distraction to make you forget to check over your shoulder while backing into your driveway. You always check over your shoulder, except today. 

You somehow manage to hold it together enough to park your car in the driveway properly. As you get out of your car, you glance at your work phone to see a new email from your boss.  

I need that incident report by tomorrow.

That’s all it says. Your workload had increased significantly a few weeks ago, and the constant stress of the day to day at work has been getting to you.  You’ve been making small mistakes that you’d never have made otherwise. There was an incident with a client that you don’t even want to think about, but your boss, as is his job, has no problem reminding you. 

After a moment, a text from your brother comes in. Call me back. And you sigh, standing there in a daze in the driveway, you can barely get yourself to move. 

Between work, your family drama, and now knowing you have to deal with getting your car fixed, you really just want to take a shower and crawl into bed,  but you can’t do that, because it’s 2pm on a Tuesday, and you have an online meeting in thirty minutes. 

Your fingers hover over the contact in your phone. He’s at work, and you don’t want to bother him, but he’s the only person you want to talk to. His voice is the only one you want to hear right now. You can feel yourself holding it together by a thread as you press on his contact and start walking into the house, leaving your poor car in the driveway. 

“Hello?” He answers.

“Do you have time to talk?” You question, unsure of whether he’s busy or not.

He probably senses the urgency in your tone, “Yeah, I have a couple minutes before I have to be in the interrogation room.” 

A part of you knows that since he said he has a couple minutes, this probably means he was supposed to be in the interrogation room five minutes ago, and he doesn’t actually have time. You almost say never mind and end the call, but you can’t keep your composure any longer, and you need to talk to him. 

“My brother got into a big fight with my mom and I was backing up and I hit a telephone pole, and I messed up at work and I’m scared that I’m going to get in trouble.” 

“Whoa, hold on, are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine, my car’s not.” You respond.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Was anyone hurt?” 

“No, no one was even on the street, it was just me, hitting a stupid pole because I didn’t look over my shoulder because I was distracted because my brother was yelling at me and I was rushing home from work to do the stupid incident report that I should have done by now. And I have a meeting at 2:30.” 

The tears start falling and then you’re fully sobbing. You’re standing in the kitchen, just sobbing as Jay tries to understand everything you just said. You can hear shuffling on the other end, but he doesn’t say anything right away, and you continue crying and mumbling something about your car. 

“I’m coming home.” You finally hear him say. 

“No, you have an interrogation!” You respond, knowing you’ll feel even worse if he just leaves work right now. “

���Y/n, you’re not hurt, right?” He questions, completely ignoring your reminder that he’s supposed to be working. 

“No,” You mumble behind the tears still falling. You force a deep breath and try to slow your sobs. “But I have that meeting. It’s at 2:30.” You repeat yourself. 

“Okay, are you inside?” 

“Yes.”

“Go get a glass of water.” He calmly instructs. 

More tears fall and you shout, “I’m not thirsty. I’m sad!” 

“Please go get a drink of water.” He responds, remaining calm, a complete contrast to you, and you listen, walking over to the kitchen and pulling a glass from the cabinet. 

You put the phone on speaker even though Jay isn’t saying anything. Your sobs slow as you take three big gulps of the cold filtered water from the fridge. 

“Okay,” You say after drinking the water. Your voice is a little clearer and you feel a tiny bit calmer. 

“Okay,” His voice comes through the phone. “Your brother is going to be fine. Your mom is too.” He reassures you. He doesn’t even know what the argument was about, but he’s known you and your family long enough to know this isn’t the end of the world. 

“Your car can be fixed. I’ll look at it when I get home.” 

“You can’t come home now!” You respond. “I’ll be in a meeting by the time you get here anyway, and I have some work to do after too.” 

“I know,” he pauses and goes completely silent for a moment. You assume he muted himself and is talking to someone at work. A few seconds later, he comes back on. “It’s almost 2:30, your meeting is going to be good, and I’ll be home by the time you’re done, okay?” He says, as though he has everything figured out. Even though you know he doesn’t, and he can’t exactly fix things, it still feels good to know he’ll be there soon. 

You take a deep breath and try to regain your composure. “Okay.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, bye.” 

You end the call and pull your laptop out of your bag to set it up at your desk. You quickly respond to your bosses email letting him know you’ll have the report to him by the end of the day, and start reviewing notes for the meeting. You open up the camera app and check your reflection, just to get a glimpse of what others in the meeting are about to see. Your cheeks are red and blotchy and your eyes are puffy. You have two minutes to fix this. Darting into the bathroom, you immediately try fixing your makeup before removing your contacts and replacing them with glasses, hoping they’ll help to hide your face even though you know it’s pointless. 

You slide back into your chair with just a few seconds to spare and quickly log into the meeting, reading over your notes once more.

The meeting is nearly over, and you’re honestly surprised that you managed to get this far without fully breaking down again. You hear the front door open and then close quietly, followed by light footsteps. Glancing over, you see Jay in the doorway, a starbucks cup in one hand and his work stuff in the other. 

He looks at you lovingly then silently walks toward you, careful to remain out of the frame of the camera. He places the cup down on the desk, mouthing, I love you, before practically tiptoeing away and disappearing into the bedroom. 

Spinning the cup, you see he got your order completely right, and even paid extra for the pumpkin cold foam, something you love but have a hard time justifying the cost of. 

Nothing is fixed, you still have a mountain of work and that incident report due. You still have a broken mirror and messed up passenger door, and a call to return to your brother. But somehow, knowing your boyfriend is home, knowing he left work early because you needed him, and knowing that when your meeting ends in a few minutes you can go to him, suddenly things don’t seem so bad after all. 

[hereforhalstead]

Hey there! If you’re still taking requests from the prompt list, I was wondering if you’d be able to write a Halsteadxreader using #5 from the fluff list, #6 from the smut list, and #10 from the general list? Thank you! :)

Sorry this took so long but posted! Hope you enjoy and thanks so much again for the request xx

[halstudandruz]

Always Have, Always Will ~ Part 2

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Sequel to Part 1 // Part 3 here

Warnings: Swearing, cheating

A/N: Jay’s texts in bold, yours italicized

You were woken up the next morning by soft kisses being pressed along your neck and shoulders. Whining a little you turned to face the man that lay behind you.

“Goodmorning gorgeous.” He smiled pushing the hair out of your face. Huffing you shoved your face into his bare chest causing him to chuckle, “still not a morning person I see.” He joked wrapping his arms tighter around your body. Gladly letting you sink back into his warmth.

“You’re hard.” You mumbled against his chest feeling the boner pressing against your leg.

“Do you blame it?” He smirked moving his hands up and down your body laughing when you nodded your head against his chest not moving. “I know. I know. No morning sex unless I’m willing to do all the work.” He kissed your head before flipping you underneath him, “Lucky for you I’m feeling quite energized this morning.” He smiled nuzzling your neck to kiss it. Humming you opened your legs wider to let him slip between them letting Jay take complete control of you. Just getting to the good part when your phone dinged a few minutes later. Huffing loudly in protest you reached over to pick it up squinting to see a message from Will. The guilt overtaking you as you then recalled the events from yesterday. “Who is it?” Jay asked, pulling your hips back towards him.

“Will.” You mumbled moving to open it.

“What’s he want?” Jay sighed running his fingers over your thigh, and instantly you were wide awake pushing him off of you and jumping out of bed.

“He’s on his way over, he just got off.” You hurried looking around for your clothes before remembering half of them still lay in a trail to your bedroom, in plain sight. Grabbing Jay’s jeans you threw them over to him as you wrapped a robe around yourself. Running out of your room to start the clean up tossing Jay articles of his clothing as he followed behind you, “Fuck!” You exclaimed reaching your kitchen where pieces of glass were shattered along with dried wine that had splashed on your floor and cabinets.

“I’ll sweep if you mop.” Jay bargained, nodding your head you quickly dumped out the little bit of beer Jay still had left when he sat his beer down the night before tossing it in the trash as he followed you over to your cleaning closet that was directly located behind your front door, jumping a thousand feet when there was a knock. Opening the closet you got out the broom and mop before you shoved Jay in just as the front door opened.

“Hey.” You said calmly, trying to slow your breathing from the panic.

“Hey.” He smiled stepping in and kissing you on the forehead, “sorry I didn’t give you more of a heads up I just figured since neither of us work tonight we could spend the day together. Talk some. But I definitely need a shower and nap first.” He laughed turning to walk into your kitchen to presumably get a drink when he stopped looking back at you, “what happened?” He gestured to the mess on the floor. Making you swallow hard,

“I was drinking last night and I never finished it. I must’ve knocked it over in the middle of the night when I came to get a drink.” You cover easily as he nodded,

“Here I’ll help-“ He started reaching for the broom but you cut him off,

“No. I got it, go ahead and get in the shower I’ll be in bed waiting for you after I get this cleaned up.” You forced a smile starting to feel a little light headed at the anxiety coursing through you. Will stopped to give you a light kiss before heading to the bathroom where you watched him intently only hurrying back over to the closet once you heard the water start, “okay you have 2 minutes get out, get out.” You started to push Jay towards the door.

“Okay, okay. But when are we going to talk about this?” He asked, stopping in front of the door, making you groan your eyes flickering between him and the door of the bathroom.

“I don’t know. Not now though I can tell you that!” You whispered as he pulled his phone out handing it to you,

“I’ll text you.” He informed you as you got the hint putting your new number in and handing it back.

“Okay seriously you got to go.” You reached around him to open the door quietly. He walked out into the hallway before turning back towards you. “Jay I’m not kidd-“ you started again before he quickly pulled you into his lips for a short but deep kiss.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t leaving without that.” He explained, making you shake your head but smile at the same time, “I love you.” He whispered looking into your eyes.

“I love you too.” You sighed reaching up to give him another quick kiss before successfully pushing him out this time, quietly closing the door after him. Earning a breath of relief your head fell back against it, “I’m the worst person alive.” You groaned to yourself before moving to clean up the mess that was made in your lust filled state.

Climbing into your bed you quickly did a double check that everything was as it was supposed to be switching the pillows in fear of Jay’s smell still permeating off them. Before relaxing or at least pretending to and waiting for Will to come in.

“I was hoping you would come join me.” Will playfully frowned walking into your room hair still wet.

“I was cleaning.” You laughed nervously.

“I know but a guy can fantasize.” He smirked, climbing into bed next to you and pulling you closer before leaning over you and capturing your lips. Rigidly you kissed him back begging your mind to relax when he pulled away looking down at you concern on his face, “Are you okay?” He asked. Swallowing hard you nodded,

“Yeah. I’m sorry I just didn’t sleep well last night I guess.” You answered making him sigh,

“Look [Y/N] I’m sorry I didn’t-“ He started before you cut him off,

“You’ve been awake for over 24 hours go to sleep.” You smiled at him leaning up to kiss his forehead. Nodding he turned back over to his side getting comfortable before quickly falling asleep. You were in the kitchen making breakfast as Will slept in your bed when your phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number popping up. Sighing you opened it carefully after making sure you were alone,

“You’re going to get me caught.” His text read accompanied by a picture of his back where numerous scratches clearly covered it.

“Oh fuck. I’m sorry...kinda..” You replied.

“Yeah didn’t think you would be 😏.” He answered before another text came through.

“Listen I think you should know that Erin and I aren’t together. Everyone thinks we are but we aren’t. It’s...complicated.”

“Oh good so I’m the only cheating bitch?”

“Along with a backstabbing brother I guess.”

“What if this is a bad idea? Maybe we should just let this go. Move on.”

“[Y/N], come on. Stop that.”

“I’m just saying is it really worth all the damage this is going to cause?”

“Absolutely, and I don’t care how terrible that is of me to say. There’s a reason he didn’t want us to know. He did this to himself.”

“Yeah okay Jay let’s see how well that argument will go over.”

This went on for about a week. Sneaking around, avoiding Will as best you could. You and Jay talked numerous times about how you were going to tell him, but you couldn’t ever come up with a good enough plan. One that wouldn’t end in a huge argument and inevitably hurting Will once again. You and Will both had off tonight for the first time in a week so he had come over to help you make dinner and watch a movie. You were almost to the end of the movie when Will moved slightly on top of you leaning down to kiss you deeply. Not wanting to be suspicious you kissed back only pushing him away when his hands started to move up your shirt.

“Will. Stop.” You said, halting his hands. Sighing, he rolled back to his side of the bed shaking his head.

“Am I doing something wrong here?” He asked, laughing a little.

“What do you mean?” You replied not meeting his eyes.

“I just mean we’ve been together a few months now and you push me away every time I get even slightly touchy. Not that I need sex. I just don’t understand.” He answered.

“I’m sorry. I’m just not ready. I’m not someone who can just jump into bed with someone.” You explained.

“I didn’t realize doing anything more than kissing would be considered jumping into bed. As if we just got together and I’m some horny teenager. I’m just saying it wasn’t like you made Jay wait.” He huffed sitting up fully.

“Excuse me?” You said appalled, Will quickly catching on at your offended tone.

“Okay, wait that’s not what I-“ He started to cover his tracks reaching for you as you got up walking away from him.

“I want you gone by the time I’m out.” You interrupted slamming the door of your bathroom. You were fuming when you got in the shower only calming down when you realized maybe this was your way out. Maybe you could break up with him now and just play it out. Pulling on a tank top and shorts you walked out, drying your hair happy to see Will still seated on your bed.

“[Y/N] I’m so-“ He walked towards you.

“No, it’s okay. I just overreacted.” You shook your head, tossing the towel into your hamper and walking closer, “but listen. It made me realize that-“ You started going to grab his hands when he cut you off,

“What’s on your chest?” He asked pulling the neckline of your tank top lower to reveal more of the bruise. You gulped noticeably, looking down, racing for any excuse. “[Y/N]. What’s on your chest.” He repeated looking up at you but you started to panic backing away from him, “Tell me that’s not a hickey. Just tell me it’s not and I’ll believe you.” He pleaded pain in his voice.

“Will, just hear me out.” You begged voice shaking.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” He laughed bitterly running a hand down his face, “it was him wasn’t it?” He asked, looking back up at you, anger starting to seep into his features. Sighing you felt the tears start to prick your eyes,

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” You finally choked out.

“I want you to tell me you didn’t have sex with my brother. That you didn’t cheat on me with Jay. That’s what I want you to say.” He yelled. Shaking your head and looking down you whispered,

“I can’t do that.” The tension in the room was thick when he knocked a picture on your nightstand across the room in anger making you jump.

“I’m going to fucking kill him.” He growled walking out of your room, slipping on his shoes, and grabbing his keys hurrying out of your apartment as you yelled after him.

“Will come on! Wait!” You called following his lead and running down to your own car slipping in just in time for you to see Will spinning out of the parking lot. Speeding right behind him you tried to grab for your phone before you realized it still lay in the bathroom now panicking more unable to give Jay any kind of heads up. You were in front of Jay’s apartment building within minutes turning your car off just as Will entered. You were hot on Will’s heels following just a beat behind him. Rounding the corner of the stairs just in time for you to witness Jay opening his door and getting knocked back by Will’s fist.

“Will!” You screamed running the rest of the distance to Jay’s apartment.

“No. You stay out of this.” He growled, grabbing Jay by the front of his shirt and slamming him against the wall. You quickly stepped inside shutting the door behind you in fear of any nosy neighbors.

“Will. Let go of him now.” You ordered trying to pull him away from Jay.

“No. It’s okay. He wants to hit me? Go ahead. I deserve it. Just as long as he knows this is his fault too.” Jay challenged hands up in the air not backing down.

“My fault? Yeah cause I distinctly remember telling you to climb into bed with my girlfriend.” He growled slamming him back into the wall again knocking the breath out of Jay.

“You can act like a badass all you want, but there’s a reason you hid everything from both of us. You were bitter that she picked me and knew she would again. You were too scared. This is your fault too Will and you know it.” Jay said.

By now there were tears running down your face and Jay’s eyes kept flickering to you pain and worry on his face as blood ran down it.

“Will...please. Just please let him go and we can talk.” You begged, reaching for his arm again. Will looked between the two of you dropping his hands and laughing bitterly stepping back.

“Whatever. Neither of you are worth it.” He shook his head, moving to the door and slamming it behind him. Sighing you moved to Jay hugging him.

“I’m sorry. I tried to call you but I left my phone and I-“ You cried still sniffling against his chest.

“It’s alright. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” He promised rubbing your back. Leaning back you seen blood beginning to dry on Jay’s lip, the bottom of his eye starting to darken.

“We have to get you cleaned up.” You sighed wiping at your face and pulling him off to his bathroom dabbing at his lip before forcing him to hold frozen peas against his eye.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen.” You shook your head, dropping it into your hands. This was not how you planned for this to go down.

[halstudandruz]

Will Halstead Masterlist

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[wordsandupstead]

Safe

Jay HalsteadxReader 

summary: Y/n witnesses Jay in a life threatening situation for the first time and it affects her more than either of them expected. words: 4k warnings: canon typical mentions of violence, descriptions of anxiety and symptoms of ptsd.

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“Get down, get down!” You recognize the voice before you see the person yelling. Instinctively, you listen, dropping straight to the ground and ducking behind a parked car. Your coffee that you had bought moments ago sloshes over the side of the cup at your sudden movements. Your heart is pounding loudly in your chest as you watch the scene unfold in front of you. Three men are running in different directions, each holding what appears to be a gun. You can hear the gunshots ring out, and people are screaming as they all frantically try to find cover. You remain crouched on the ground, but you peek cautiously around the car. You know who you’re looking for, even if it means you’re more in danger because you’re not completely tucked away. 

When your eyes find your boyfriend, you don’t feel relieved like you had hoped you would. Instead you feel more frantic and afraid because you can tell he’s mostly out in the open, pursuing the suspects. He doesn’t see you, and you intentionally don’t call out to him. He’s yelling at the guys to stop, shouting, “Chicago PD, stop!” while yelling at others to get out of the way, the same way his warning had told you to take cover without even knowing that it was you. 

Everything happens in just a few seconds. More gunshots ring out and you watch Jay as he ducks behind a parked car before calling for backup. You hope that this means he’ll be safe, but before you know it, he’s running back out into the open, continuing to pursue them on foot as they turn down an alley. You feel stunned as Jay disappears from sight. The adrenaline is still coursing through your body, but suddenly you feel sick with worry. 

Blue lights and loud sirens flood the area as cops and ambulances arrive on the scene. You can’t help but continue to stare at the corner of the building where you last saw Jay. You don’t know where he went or if he’s even safe. The fear and worry settles in your stomach, and as much as you want to make sure others are okay, you can’t move from your spot tucked between the rear tire of a parked car and the sidewalk. Pulling your phone from your pocket, you immediately text Jay, “Are you okay??” Is all your fingers can type. You click send and then stare at the message, just waiting for the three dots to indicate he’s typing a response. The dots don’t come. 

A police officer approaches you, snapping you out of your trance. “Miss, are you okay? Are you hurt?” 

Shaking your head frantically, you check your phone again, still no response from Jay. “I-I’m okay, I think, but my boyfriend. I–I don’t know if he’s okay.” 

“He was here with you? Was he hurt?”

“No – I mean – he was here, but not with me. He’s a cop. He was chasing the guy.”

“He’s intelligence?” The patrol cop asks, and you simply nod.

“Please, can you see if he’s okay?” You plead motioning toward the radio. 

He hesitates before speaking into his radio, asking for an update on the foot chase. There is no update immediately. “Sorry miss. They don’t usually update us unless they’re calling for backup.” 

You nod and thank him anyway before glancing down at your phone again. Still no response to the text. You know he’s working and he’s busy. Just because he hasn’t responded doesn’t mean he’s hurt. Even though you logically know all of this, you still click on Jay’s contact, calling him. You just need to hear his voice. You need to know he’s okay. The phone rings five times and then goes to voicemail. Although a part of you knows Jay is busy working and just because he’s not answering doesn’t mean he’s hurt, another part of you is becoming more and more frantic with every second that passes without hearing from him. The cop eventually wanders away after realizing that you’re fine and not hurt. Finally, after waiting a few more minutes, you can’t take it anymore and you call Voight, he answers on the fourth ring. 

“Y/n?” 

“Voight, is Jay with you? Is he okay?”

“Jay’s not with me, he’s at a scene.” Voight’s voice gives no indication that anything is going on, but you know he has to know what just happened. 

“I know. I’m on fourth and central and I was here when they were shooting. I saw Jay running and they were shooting at him and he’s just gone now and he hasn’t answered his phone.” All the words tumble out of your mouth so quickly you’re not even sure Voight can understand what you were saying. 

“Y/n, slow down. I’ll have Jay call you. Just hold tight.” He responds, his voice still completely calm and you wonder how he can sound like that after everything that just happened and everything you just told him. 

“Okay, thank you.” You force out, barely managing to take a breath. 

About a minute later, your phone is ringing. This time, it is Jay. “Are you okay?” You ask instead of saying hello. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You can hear him breathing loudly, but that’s the only indication that anything just happened. “Are you okay? Voight said to call you, what’s wrong?” 

“I’m on fourth and central.” You whisper. Hearing Jay’s voice reassures you a little, but the image of him running and the guns pointed at him and then him running after them while they could turn and shoot him at any time continues to run through your mind. 

There’s a beat of silence as he processes your statement and takes in what that means. “I’ll be there in three minutes.” He responds. 

“Jay, are you okay?” You repeat your question, “I saw you running and they were shooting and –” 

“Y/n,” he cuts you off calmly. “I’m fine. We got one and the other two got away, but I’m not hurt. I’m fine, y/n. Are you okay?” 

“I just want to see you.” 

You can hear the sound of his truck door slamming, then he says, “I’m almost there. I’m just a block away.” 

“Okay.” You whisper, looking up, hoping to spot Jay’s truck. A moment later you see his truck come around the corner, so you stand from your spot, finally feeling safe enough. He sees you and pulls up to the curb, parking the truck and jumping out immediately. He rushes over to you, checking you over for injuries as if you were the one in danger earlier, not him. 

You barely give him time to make sure you’re okay before you wrap your arms around him, clinging to him, “I was so scared.” 

“I know, I know,” He whispers, holding you close. 

“You just ran away.” 

“I didn’t know you were here.” He feels you trembling and holds you even tighter. “We’re okay.” He reassures you again. 

After an entire minute, he releases his arms from around you, softly saying, “C’mon, let’s get out of here.” He surveys the scene briefly before taking your hand and leading you toward his truck. Your car is parked around the corner, but you don’t care right now. You just want to feel safe in his truck. 

He gets into the driver’s seat and turns to look at you face to face. “What happened?” 

You want to crawl over the center console, but you remain seated in the passenger seat and explain, “I just stopped for coffee and when I came out of the coffee shop, that guy was running past me, and then I heard you yelling to get down, so I did, but then I saw him shooting and you ran after him, and it was so loud and I was just scared that you were going to get hurt.” You ramble, still feeling completely shocked and unable to really process what happened.

“I’m fine. See?” He takes your hand in his, squeezing lightly. “I didn’t even get shot.” He smiles, trying to lighten the mood, but it doesn’t work. 

“But you could’ve.” Your mind is going to the worst case scenarios. Even though you’ve always known what Jay does for a living, and you know he’s been shot before, it never really felt real. It never felt real because when he comes home to you, he makes everything seem like it’s not a big deal. He makes it seem like what he does isn’t scary and his life isn’t always in danger. 

Seeing him in danger today, seeing him running and putting his life at risk to save others is something that terrifies you. It makes you feel selfish when you realize you just want him safe no matter the cost, but it’s true. 

“But I didn’t.” He reassures you again, pulling you from your thoughts knowing it is what you need to hear. 

Jay’s phone is ringing at that moment and he glances at the screen. He sighs, sounding torn, “I have to go back to the district.” Of course he wants to make sure you’re okay, but he’s also in the middle of a big case and they have one suspect in custody. 

“Yeah,” You state, realizing that he’s in the middle of the work day and everything can’t stop just because you’re feeling completely off and terrified. “I should go back to work too.” 

He hesitates now, “Maybe you should go home. Take the afternoon off, I’m sure your supervisor will understand.” 

Jay is about to walk into a room with one of the guys who was literally hurling bullets toward him not thirty minutes ago, and he suggests you should take time off. “No, I’m fine. I’ll just go back.” You brush off his concern, reaching for the door handle to get out of his truck.

He places his hand over yours, squeezing gently. “Hold on, I’ll drive you to your car. Where is it?” 

You accept his offer, giving him directions to drive you down the street and around the corner to where your car is parked. It only takes a minute to get there, and when he stops the truck beside your car, he asks, “Y/n, are you really okay to go back to work?”  

You nod, even though you’re not so sure. “I’ll see you tonight?” You phrase it as a question, knowing they’re clearly in the middle of something, even if you don’t know all the details. 

“I’ll text you later, but I think I’ll be late, don’t stay up, okay?” 

You nod numbly. You had half expected that answer, but the selfish part of you just wants him home tonight. You want him home safe in bed next to you because that means he’s not running around potentially getting shot at. 

He leans over, kissing you softly. “I love you, I’m okay. You’re okay.” He tells you again. 

You nod, mumbling, “Love you too,” Before sliding out of the truck and getting in your car. Jay waits until you’re safely in your car, and then he motions for you to pull out in front of him. He follows you halfway back to your office before he has to turn off onto a different road to head to the district.  

The rest of the day passes in a blur, but you find yourself worrying about Jay way more than usual. You feel unsafe, even though you know your office is safe. Although you and Jay text back and forth a few times throughout the rest of the afternoon, you still wonder if he’s out chasing down more suspects, if he’s out in the open with people shooting at him again. You try to remind yourself this is his job. This is what he’s done for as long as you’ve known him, but yet you had never witnessed it first hand until today. 

As you had both expected, Jay lets you know he won’t be home in time for dinner, so you pick up takeout on your way back to the apartment. You go through your normal evening routine for when Jay is wrapped up in a case, but you’re feeling so on edge that you can’t relax, and you certainly can’t sleep. Jay finally walks in around eleven at night, and you’re still wide awake, the light from the tv casting a dim glow on the bedroom. 

You hear his keys jingle and then you hear the door open and shut quietly. You can tell by his quiet footsteps that he’s trying not to wake you. Before you know it, you’re out of bed and padding through the bedroom door to see him pulling his gun from its holster and dropping his badge on the counter. You hesitate in the doorway and watch as he locks his gun in the safe. As soon as he does that, you close the distance and wrap your arms around him. “Hi,” he greets you, “I thought you’d be sleeping by now.”

“I couldn’t sleep.” You mumble before burying your face against his chest. 

He nods, and holds you for a few more seconds before letting go and leading you to the kitchen. He opens the cabinet, grabbing two mugs and putting them down on the counter before putting water in the kettle and turning it on. He pulls out the chamomile tea and holds it up with a questioning look, offering you tea without any words. You nod your response to his unasked question. 

He pulls you back into his arms as you both wait for the water to be ready. “How was the rest of your day?” He asks, almost as if this was a normal day, which you realize it might have been for him. 

“I honestly don’t really even know. I don’t think I actually got anything done, but I didn’t have much to do anyway, so it was fine.” Before he can respond, you change the subject, not wanting to talk about yourself. “How was your day? Did you figure out who the other two guys were or what they were trying to do?”

He shakes his head, “We know more than we did earlier, but we haven’t figured it all out yet.” 

There are so many questions and worries at the tip of your tongue, but you don’t want to say any of them out loud. The kettle singing stops you from having to say anything, and Jay quickly finishes making the tea. You spend the next thirty minutes drinking tea and sitting together on the couch. Neither of you say much, but you’re just grateful Jay is home and safe for now. 

By the time sleep finally comes, it’s past one am and Jay had already been peacefully sleeping beside you for over an hour. 

When your eyes pop open, worry and fear flood your body. Your first instinct is to check on Jay, and you’re grateful to see that he doesn’t seem to have moved at all since before you fell asleep. You check your phone to find out it’s only four in the morning, but your body won’t let you sleep anymore. 

Jay finally starts to wake up around six thirty, and by then you’re feeling so tired but you know now there’s no time for more sleep. The morning is uneventful, and you go through the motions basically on autopilot, getting ready, making coffee, eating breakfast, packing lunch, saying bye to Jay. When you’re at work, it seems like only half your brain capacity is actually on work stuff, the other half is unintentionally replaying the moments outside of the coffee shop from the day before. You can almost hear the gunshots and people screaming. And the one image that keeps playing in your mind on repeat is the image of Jay ducking behind a car, narrowly being missed by the flying bullets and then leaving the illusion of safety in pursuit of the same people who were shooting at him. 

When you go home that night, it’s to an empty apartment as Jay is still knee deep in the case. You want to talk to him about it, but he’s acting like everything is fine, which makes you think that you should be feeling fine too, despite the fact that you feel so far from fine. 

It’s three days before Jay finally makes it home in time for dinner. He mentions that they solved the case. He talks about it so casually that it seems like he wasn’t affected by that day at all. Your mind starts to wonder how many other times Jay has been shot at or put into unsafe and life threatening situations that you didn’t even know about . As much as you want to talk about it, you also don’t want to say any of it out loud because it makes it real. If you don’t talk about it, you can still pretend it didn’t really happen. 

“Is everything okay at work?” Jay asks you that night while you’re eating dinner. 

“Yeah, why?” The question caught you off guard. 

He shrugs, “Just wondering. You seem a little off. You’re not sleeping. You seem stressed and on edge all the time, I was just wondering if you had something going on at work.” He noticed. Of course he noticed. He just doesn’t know the real reason why. 

You shake your head and poke around your plate at the roasted vegetables. 

“No, work’s been the same.” 

“Is it something else?” He questions, his voice only holding curiosity and concern. When you shake your head again, he just nods, stabbing a piece of broccoli and putting it in his mouth. “Okay, maybe we can go out this weekend, if you’re not too busy at work?” He suggests. He’s been feeling as disconnected as you have. This is his attempt at getting back to normal. 

“Yeah, that sounds good.” You force a smile, but even you can tell it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. 

Another two days pass much the same as the few days before that. The fears and worries aren’t getting better like you had thought and hoped. The flashbacks and nightmares are not any less intense. Not talking about it clearly isn’t working. 

It’s the weekend and Jay has made reservations at one of your favorite restaurants. Since they solved the last case, things have been relatively calm for Jay at work and he’s been home more often, but you haven’t mentioned how you’ve been feeling. 

Jay comes home about an hour before the dinner reservation. He had to go into work for a few hours, but you welcomed the time alone. At least then you had no one to pretend to be okay in front of. You find yourself worrying whenever Jay is at work lately, not even just when he’s in the middle of a case or on a scene. Most times you don’t know whether he’s just sitting in the bullpen doing paperwork or research or if he’s actually out in the city, so you find yourself worrying always. 

It’s become too much, and you know you can’t handle it on your own anymore. You can’t keep feeling this terrible feeling in your stomach and the tightness in your chest every time you’re not with Jay. 

As soon as he got home from work, he went to take a shower. By the time he comes back out, you know what you have to do. 

“Are you almost ready?” Jay questions, emerging from the bedroom fully dressed for dinner to find you’re still lying on the couch in one of his t-shirts. 

“Hey, uh can we just talk for a bit?” You question, and Jay’s brows knit together in confusion, but he quickly strides over to the couch. You sit up and he takes a seat beside you. He sits silently, waiting for you to start talking.  

“I’m still kind of freaked out about what happened.” You admit, not looking up at him. 

“What happened?” His voice is full of confusion. He doesn’t know what you’re referencing. 

“Yeah, the other day. The shooting.” You try explaining. 

Jay reaches out and takes your hand in his. His expression softens, and he whispers, “It was scary.” 

“Yeah, no.” You shake your head trying to gather your thoughts. “I saw you running after those guys and they had guns. They could have shot you.” Jay looks like he wants to say something, but he remains silent so you continue. “I just saw it all happen, and I can’t not see it. Everytime you go to work, I worry. I’m terrified I’m going to get a call from Voight saying something bad happened.” 

Jay closes the small distance between you both, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m so sorry. I should have realized it was bothering you.”

Shaking your head, you respond, “No, I didn’t tell you. I thought I would just feel better on my own, but I haven’t.”

Jay pauses, considering his next words carefully. “I want to say you don’t have to worry, but I know that won’t really help.” 

You shake your head because you’ve tried to tell yourself not to worry so many times over and yet you’re still worrying yourself sick. 

Jay unwraps his arms from around you, and quickly stands up from the couch. You whine in protest, but he disappears into the bedroom, promising to be back in a minute. You wait there until Jay emerges from the bedroom a short while later. He’s holding several things in his hands and he stops in front of you. 

Confused, you watch as he holds up his bulletproof vest, “This isn’t the one I have at work, but it’s pretty similar.” He hands it to you and you take it, feeling the weight of it in your hands. “It’s bulletproof. I wear my vest anytime I step foot out of my car and most times whenever I’m even leaving the district.” 

He pauses, watching you glance from him to the vest in your hands. “That day that we were on the street, I was wearing my vest under my clothes, to protect me.” 

He holds up his work phone next. “I always have this on me. I can call for an ambo in seconds. I just press the side here and I talk into it and someone on the other end is ready to send an ambulance. It’s way faster than calling 911.” 

You understand what he’s trying to do. He can’t tell you not to worry, but he can give you reasons why you don’t have to worry as much. 

“I didn’t pull my gun out because I know you don’t like it, but that keeps me safe too. If I’m in danger, I can shoot them before they shoot me.” 

You nod at him, his words actually managing to soothe you in ways you didn’t expect. 

“The whole unit has my back, always.” Jay continues explaining. He takes the vest from you and places it down on the coffee table with his phone. “That day, when I ran down the alley Hailey was on the other end. That’s how we caught the guy. She had my back. I wasn’t alone out there, even though it might have looked like it.” 

He sits down on the couch again, pulling you into his arms. “I know you’re going to worry, and I get it, but I’m not doing reckless or dangerous things. And you know what’s in the back of my mind all the time?”

“What?” You whisper.

“Coming home to you.” He squeezes your hand, his eyes finding yours and holding eye contact. “I do my job, and I do it well so I can come home to you at night, every night.” 

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working late

Weight of the World - Jay HalsteadxReader 

A/n: starting this as a little mini series of blurbs. it’ll be all over the place, but i’ve always loved writing shorter freeform pieces. Y/n will remain the same as far as personality, occupation, family, etc. across the pieces but each imagine can be read as a stand alone. As always, i’d love to hear your thoughts or any feedback :) 

summary: Jay's subtle way of taking care of you and looking out for you when you're stressed and unexpectedly having to work late.

words: 1.4k

warnings: references of implied child abuse (very brief reference)

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Your phone buzzes on the desk in front of you causing your attention to stray from the computer monitor to the phone screen just long enough to recognize your boyfriend’s name and a new text notification. Instead of checking the message, you force your attention back to the screen, trying to remember what was said in a phone call earlier today so you can make sure to document it correctly.

A few seconds later, your phone buzzes again, another text from Jay, and this time you grab your phone, dropping it into your purse tucked away below your desk. Glancing at the numbers in the bottom right corner of the computer screen, you realize it’s 5:57pm. Shit. You were supposed to leave work almost an hour ago. You’re supposed to be at the restaurant right now for a 6pm dinner reservation with Jay. 

Groaning softly, you cover your face with your hands briefly, trying to let some of the stress of the day leave your body. When that doesn’t work, you force yourself to take a deep breath. You’ve been looking forward to this dinner all week. This morning when you came into work, you were determined to leave on time. However, you were assigned a crisis shortly after 3:30pm, and everything from then until now has been a blur. 

Reaching down below your desk, you dig your phone from your purse and immediately click on Jay’s contact to call him, not bothering to read any messages first. “Hey babe.” Jay’s voice floats through the phone. His calm demeanor immediately contrasts against the way you’ve been feeling all afternoon. 

“Hi,” You sigh, his voice alone manages to relax you, even if just a tiny bit.

There is a pause, and you want to start apologizing because you know Jay is probably already at the restaurant, but he speaks up before you can, “What’s going on? Is it work?” 

“Yeah, I’m so sorry babe. A crisis came in.” You prop the phone between your ear and shoulder, and scroll though the document you’re in the middle of drafting. 

Between your job and Jay’s, you both understand that plans are usually tentative, no matter how much you wish that they could be dependable. Clocking out has never really meant clocking out for either of you, and it is something you’ve both had to accept, although it definitely wasn’t easy. 

“It’s okay, just take care of what you need to.” He responds without even a hint of irritation or disappointment, probably because he knows if you heard that in his voice it would only make you feel worse.  

“I’m sorry,” Despite Jay’s understanding reaction, you still feel bad. “Are you already there?” 

“Don’t worry about it.” His non answer is all the answer you need. 

“I’ll make it up to you. Next week, I promise!” But you both know that’s not exactly a promise you can keep. You never know if you’ll get another crisis or if intelligence will get a big case and you won’t see each other for a few days or sometimes even longer. 

“You don’t have to make it up to me. It’s no big deal.” He responds, “I’ll let you get back to work. Are you the last one?” 

You look around briefly. Alisha was the only one still in the office when you walked back in after returning from the crisis call, and you vaguely recall her calling out goodbye to you a while ago before leaving. “Yeah.” 

“Okay, I’ll talk to you soon.”

You bite your tongue to stop yourself from apologizing again. “Talk to you soon, bye.”

“Bye babe, try not to stress too much.” 

After hanging up the phone, you walk over to the break room and brew yourself a cup of coffee before returning to your desk and making your way through the mountain of paperwork while waiting for your phone to ring with your supervisor returning your call, so you can finish your documentation and finally go home to your boyfriend. 

A knock sounds on the front door to the office, startling you. Alisha must have locked the door behind her on her way out, so whoever is out there can’t get in.

“Y/n, it’s me.” A muffled voice calls from the other side of the door and you immediately sigh in relief, practically jogging over to open the door. 

When you pull open the door, you see your boyfriend standing with a white bag that you can only assume holds food in one hand and a drink cup in the other. 

“I brought food.” He holds the bag and cup up a bit higher and your heart fills with so much love for the man in front of you. Stepping across the doorway, you wrap your arms around him, reveling in the comfort his presence brings, not to mention how grateful you are that he brought you food. If he didn’t you probably wouldn’t eat until after you finished all your paperwork and finished making the necessary calls, which could easily be after 10pm. 

He holds you as best as he can with his hands full. 

When you step back, he hands the cup to you, “Coffee?” You ask while taking it from his hand and feeling the warmth seeping through the cup. 

“Tea.” 

“Oh good. I had too much coffee today.”

He follows you back to your desk, carrying the bag of food. He hands you the container, and you open it to see your favorite pasta from the restaurant that you were supposed to go to tonight. “I love you.” You look up at Jay. 

“Love you too.” He says with a smile before nodding toward the stack of papers. “How much more do you have?”

The reminder of work makes you want to slam your head down against the table, but it’s scattered with documents and now food so you refrain. You scan the mess that is your desk. “The kids weren’t removed, so I have to get this safety plan finished and signed before I leave. I’ve been trying to contact foster homes to see if they can take the kids, but there’s three kids and two of them are under three.”

“But they weren’t removed?” Jay questions. He’s been listening to you talk about the ins and outs of what you do for long enough to catch the little details. If the kids weren’t removed, there is no need to have a foster placement ready. 

You shake your head, “I’m not convinced they won’t be removed soon.” 

“You’re worried about them.” He states quietly, knowing you so well. 

You just nod, reaching for the container again as you realize how hungry you are. You find a fork and shovel a bite of pasta into your mouth. 

“Want me to get out of here so you can focus or could you use some company?” He leaves the offer so open, giving you the option to tell him what you need. 

“Thank you for dinner, Jay. I just need to focus on getting this stuff finished.” 

He nods, leaning over to kiss your forehead. “I’m going to head back to the district. Let me know if you need anything.” 

You know he’s only heading back to the district because it’s two blocks away from your office instead of the twenty minutes away that your shared apartment is.  

He stands up, and you follow him, thanking him again for the food on the walk back to the door. “Lock the door and set the alarm, please?” He requests when he reaches the door, the only indication that he worries when you’re here alone. 

“I’ll call when I’m done here.” You say, because you know he’s going to stay at the district until you leave the office much later tonight. 

“Okay.” He pulls you in for a hug before saying goodbye. 

You close and lock the door behind him before arming the alarm system like he requested. You wouldn’t admit this to Jay because you don’t want him to have any more reason to worry, but you sometimes feel scared when you have to stay late at the office alone, your thoughts always wandering to the worst case scenario, especially because of the nature of your job. Knowing that the district is only two blocks away brings some peace of mind. Knowing Jay intentionally waits there instead of going home on nights you’re working late makes you feel safe because you know if you need him, he’s only a couple minutes away. 

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#5

working late

Weight of the World - Jay HalsteadxReader 

A/n: starting this as a little mini series of blurbs. it’ll be all over the place, but i’ve always loved writing shorter freeform pieces. Y/n will remain the same as far as personality, occupation, family, etc. across the pieces but each imagine can be read as a stand alone. As always, i’d love to hear your thoughts or any feedback :) 

summary: Jay's subtle way of taking care of you and looking out for you when you're stressed and unexpectedly having to work late.

words: 1.4k

warnings: references of implied child abuse (very brief reference)

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Your phone buzzes on the desk in front of you causing your attention to stray from the computer monitor to the phone screen just long enough to recognize your boyfriend’s name and a new text notification. Instead of checking the message, you force your attention back to the screen, trying to remember what was said in a phone call earlier today so you can make sure to document it correctly.

A few seconds later, your phone buzzes again, another text from Jay, and this time you grab your phone, dropping it into your purse tucked away below your desk. Glancing at the numbers in the bottom right corner of the computer screen, you realize it’s 5:57pm. Shit. You were supposed to leave work almost an hour ago. You’re supposed to be at the restaurant right now for a 6pm dinner reservation with Jay. 

Groaning softly, you cover your face with your hands briefly, trying to let some of the stress of the day leave your body. When that doesn’t work, you force yourself to take a deep breath. You’ve been looking forward to this dinner all week. This morning when you came into work, you were determined to leave on time. However, you were assigned a crisis shortly after 3:30pm, and everything from then until now has been a blur. 

Reaching down below your desk, you dig your phone from your purse and immediately click on Jay’s contact to call him, not bothering to read any messages first. “Hey babe.” Jay’s voice floats through the phone. His calm demeanor immediately contrasts against the way you’ve been feeling all afternoon. 

“Hi,” You sigh, his voice alone manages to relax you, even if just a tiny bit.

There is a pause, and you want to start apologizing because you know Jay is probably already at the restaurant, but he speaks up before you can, “What’s going on? Is it work?” 

“Yeah, I’m so sorry babe. A crisis came in.” You prop the phone between your ear and shoulder, and scroll though the document you’re in the middle of drafting. 

Between your job and Jay’s, you both understand that plans are usually tentative, no matter how much you wish that they could be dependable. Clocking out has never really meant clocking out for either of you, and it is something you’ve both had to accept, although it definitely wasn’t easy. 

“It’s okay, just take care of what you need to.” He responds without even a hint of irritation or disappointment, probably because he knows if you heard that in his voice it would only make you feel worse.  

“I’m sorry,” Despite Jay’s understanding reaction, you still feel bad. “Are you already there?” 

“Don’t worry about it.” His non answer is all the answer you need. 

“I’ll make it up to you. Next week, I promise!” But you both know that’s not exactly a promise you can keep. You never know if you’ll get another crisis or if intelligence will get a big case and you won’t see each other for a few days or sometimes even longer. 

“You don’t have to make it up to me. It’s no big deal.” He responds, “I’ll let you get back to work. Are you the last one?” 

You look around briefly. Alisha was the only one still in the office when you walked back in after returning from the crisis call, and you vaguely recall her calling out goodbye to you a while ago before leaving. “Yeah.” 

“Okay, I’ll talk to you soon.”

You bite your tongue to stop yourself from apologizing again. “Talk to you soon, bye.”

“Bye babe, try not to stress too much.” 

After hanging up the phone, you walk over to the break room and brew yourself a cup of coffee before returning to your desk and making your way through the mountain of paperwork while waiting for your phone to ring with your supervisor returning your call, so you can finish your documentation and finally go home to your boyfriend. 

A knock sounds on the front door to the office, startling you. Alisha must have locked the door behind her on her way out, so whoever is out there can’t get in.

“Y/n, it’s me.” A muffled voice calls from the other side of the door and you immediately sigh in relief, practically jogging over to open the door. 

When you pull open the door, you see your boyfriend standing with a white bag that you can only assume holds food in one hand and a drink cup in the other. 

“I brought food.” He holds the bag and cup up a bit higher and your heart fills with so much love for the man in front of you. Stepping across the doorway, you wrap your arms around him, reveling in the comfort his presence brings, not to mention how grateful you are that he brought you food. If he didn’t you probably wouldn’t eat until after you finished all your paperwork and finished making the necessary calls, which could easily be after 10pm. 

He holds you as best as he can with his hands full. 

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252 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

#4

Safe

Jay HalsteadxReader 

summary: Y/n witnesses Jay in a life threatening situation for the first time and it affects her more than either of them expected. words: 4k warnings: canon typical mentions of violence, descriptions of anxiety and symptoms of ptsd.

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“Get down, get down!” You recognize the voice before you see the person yelling. Instinctively, you listen, dropping straight to the ground and ducking behind a parked car. Your coffee that you had bought moments ago sloshes over the side of the cup at your sudden movements. Your heart is pounding loudly in your chest as you watch the scene unfold in front of you. Three men are running in different directions, each holding what appears to be a gun. You can hear the gunshots ring out, and people are screaming as they all frantically try to find cover. You remain crouched on the ground, but you peek cautiously around the car. You know who you’re looking for, even if it means you’re more in danger because you’re not completely tucked away. 

When your eyes find your boyfriend, you don’t feel relieved like you had hoped you would. Instead you feel more frantic and afraid because you can tell he’s mostly out in the open, pursuing the suspects. He doesn’t see you, and you intentionally don’t call out to him. He’s yelling at the guys to stop, shouting, “Chicago PD, stop!” while yelling at others to get out of the way, the same way his warning had told you to take cover without even knowing that it was you. 

Everything happens in just a few seconds. More gunshots ring out and you watch Jay as he ducks behind a parked car before calling for backup. You hope that this means he’ll be safe, but before you know it, he’s running back out into the open, continuing to pursue them on foot as they turn down an alley. You feel stunned as Jay disappears from sight. The adrenaline is still coursing through your body, but suddenly you feel sick with worry. 

Blue lights and loud sirens flood the area as cops and ambulances arrive on the scene. You can’t help but continue to stare at the corner of the building where you last saw Jay. You don’t know where he went or if he’s even safe. The fear and worry settles in your stomach, and as much as you want to make sure others are okay, you can’t move from your spot tucked between the rear tire of a parked car and the sidewalk. Pulling your phone from your pocket, you immediately text Jay, “Are you okay??” Is all your fingers can type. You click send and then stare at the message, just waiting for the three dots to indicate he’s typing a response. The dots don’t come. 

A police officer approaches you, snapping you out of your trance. “Miss, are you okay? Are you hurt?” 

Shaking your head frantically, you check your phone again, still no response from Jay. “I-I’m okay, I think, but my boyfriend. I–I don’t know if he’s okay.” 

“He was here with you? Was he hurt?”

“No – I mean – he was here, but not with me. He’s a cop. He was chasing the guy.”

“He’s intelligence?” The patrol cop asks, and you simply nod.

“Please, can you see if he’s okay?” You plead motioning toward the radio. 

He hesitates before speaking into his radio, asking for an update on the foot chase. There is no update immediately. “Sorry miss. They don’t usually update us unless they’re calling for backup.” 

You nod and thank him anyway before glancing down at your phone again. Still no response to the text. You know he’s working and he’s busy. Just because he hasn’t responded doesn’t mean he’s hurt. Even though you logically know all of this, you still click on Jay’s contact, calling him. You just need to hear his voice. You need to know he’s okay. The phone rings five times and then goes to voicemail. Although a part of you knows Jay is busy working and just because he’s not answering doesn’t mean he’s hurt, another part of you is becoming more and more frantic with every second that passes without hearing from him. The cop eventually wanders away after realizing that you’re fine and not hurt. Finally, after waiting a few more minutes, you can’t take it anymore and you call Voight, he answers on the fourth ring. 

“Y/n?” 

“Voight, is Jay with you? Is he okay?”

“Jay’s not with me, he’s at a scene.” Voight’s voice gives no indication that anything is going on, but you know he has to know what just happened. 

“I know. I’m on fourth and central and I was here when they were shooting. I saw Jay running and they were shooting at him and he’s just gone now and he hasn’t answered his phone.” All the words tumble out of your mouth so quickly you’re not even sure Voight can understand what you were saying. 

“Y/n, slow down. I’ll have Jay call you. Just hold tight.” He responds, his voice still completely calm and you wonder how he can sound like that after everything that just happened and everything you just told him. 

“Okay, thank you.” You force out, barely managing to take a breath. 

About a minute later, your phone is ringing. This time, it is Jay. “Are you okay?” You ask instead of saying hello. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You can hear him breathing loudly, but that’s the only indication that anything just happened. “Are you okay? Voight said to call you, what’s wrong?” 

“I’m on fourth and central.” You whisper. Hearing Jay’s voice reassures you a little, but the image of him running and the guns pointed at him and then him running after them while they could turn and shoot him at any time continues to run through your mind. 

There’s a beat of silence as he processes your statement and takes in what that means. “I’ll be there in three minutes.” He responds. 

“Jay, are you okay?” You repeat your question, “I saw you running and they were shooting and –” 

“Y/n,” he cuts you off calmly. “I’m fine. We got one and the other two got away, but I’m not hurt. I’m fine, y/n. Are you okay?” 

“I just want to see you.” 

You can hear the sound of his truck door slamming, then he says, “I’m almost there. I’m just a block away.” 

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318 notes - Posted June 21, 2022

#3

Worst Patient

Summary: Y/n doesn’t tell anyone she’s feeling sick and ends up fainting. Protective/worried boyfriend Jay. 

Word Count: 2k 

Warnings: mentions of blood, injury, fainting, medical/hospital setting

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What started out as just a headache this morning as you were leaving for work quickly turned into something more, but you have a big project due and can’t afford to go home or take a sick day, so you stick it out. At lunch time, just the thought of eating the meal you packed made your stomach turn, so you skipped it in favor of more coffee to keep yourself from falling asleep and attempt to keep your mind clear enough to focus on the work at hand. 

By the time you walk out of your office after six pm, you’re feeling hot and cold all at once. Your phone rings, a facetime from Jay, and you immediately answer. When his face fills the screen, you can tell even in the little corner box, that you don’t look so good.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” His voice comes through the phone and his face suddenly fills the whole screen as he holds his phone close to his face to get a better look at yours.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just tired.” You brush off his concern with a little white lie. 

“Are you sure?” He questions, and you nod. Pain shoots through the back of your head at the movement, but you quickly force your face back into a neutral expression. If Jay notices something is off, he doesn’t bring it up. “I was just calling because we caught a case so I’m stuck at work. Are you still covering at Molly’s?”

“Shit, yeah, I forgot. I’m heading over there now.” You had completely forgotten that you promised Hermann you’d cover the bar tonight with Stella so he could attend his son’s award ceremony at school.

“Y/n, are you feeling okay?” Jay’s concerned voice cuts through your thoughts.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Work was just busy and I forgot about Molly’s.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later. I’ll try to stop by if I get out of here early enough.”

“Alright, I’ll see you later,” You tell him before ending the call and walking the rest of the distance to your car. You had thrown a change of clothes in your car this morning since you knew you were going to be working at Molly’s, so you drive straight there and find Stella behind the bar.

“Y/n! Thank god you’re here. I don’t know what is going on but it seems like everyone is here tonight, and I can barely keep up.” She calls out, seemingly flustered by the crowd and amount of work to be done. 

Stella wasn’t wrong. It seemed like you didn’t have a moment to catch your breath from the second you walked into the bar. You were constantly moving, despite feeling sicker and sicker by the minute, you couldn’t leave Stella alone behind the bar, so you just stuck it out.

When Jay finally walks in, you’re not even sure how late it is, but all you want is to fall asleep. He takes a seat and you place a glass of whiskey down on the bar in front of him. You can feel his eyes on you, as you turn to grab another glass for another customer.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Jay jump out of his seat, and you don’t realize why even as you stumble on your feet.

“Y/n, y/n!” You can hear Jay’s voice, but when you open your eyes for a split second, the pain in your head is excruciating, and it feels like there’s ringing in your ears. You close your eyes tightly again. You just want the pain to stop. There’s more commotion around you, but you have no idea what is going on.

“Y/n, hey, can you look at me?” His voice is worried and forceful, cutting through the fog.

You force your eyes open to meet Jay’s green eyes. “Don’t move,” He warns, and only then you realize you’re surrounded by broken glass. Your right forearm stings and is dripping blood. There’s a towel on it, so you can’t see the damage, but you guess that you fell on the glass. You don’t even remember dropping the glass, but you don’t remember putting it down either.

Stella hands Jay a glass of water, and he holds the glass to your lips. “Slowly,” Jay warns, as you take a few sips.

You sit back, his arms still around you, “What happened?”

“You fainted. When was the last time you ate something?” You shrug because the truth is you don’t really remember.  Jay doesn’t stop moving, he’s checking your body, examining you for glass or wounds or injuries. When you don’t give an answer, Jay asks another question, “How long have you not been feeling well?”

“All day.” That’s one answer you know for sure.

Jay sighs and shakes his head, whether with disappointment or worry, you can’t tell, and you’re feeling too out of it to try to decipher his expression. Jay carefully places your injured arm over your stomach then wraps an arm under your legs, supporting your back with his other arm as he starts to stand.

“What are you doing?” You question, but the words come out in a mumble and your head falls against his chest as he starts walking toward the exit, calling something out to Stella about how he’s taking you to Med.

“I don’t want to go to Med.” Your eyes fall closed. When Jay doesn’t respond, you plead. “Can you just take me home, please?”

“Y/n,” Jay replies, keeping his voice soothing because he knows what he’s going to say will upset you, “You fainted and there’s glass in your arm.”

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337 notes - Posted October 15, 2022

#2

Frantic Call

Jay HalsteadxReader

summary: Y/n’s bad day just keeps getting worse, and when she can’t take it anymore, she calls Jay, crying.  words: 1.5k

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The sound of metal crashing against wood catches your attention and momentarily stuns you. As you turn your head to the passenger side of the car, you realize you weren’t watching that side as you backed up, and you smashed your mirror against the telephone pole outside of your house. Your heart immediately sinks to your belly. 

“I gotta go!” You shout at your phone, despite hearing your brother’s confused questions coming through your cars speaker via bluetooth. He had been practically yelling at you over something that had happened between him and your mom, which is not uncommon. As the middle child, you’ve always been the mediator, even though you’re all adults with separate lives now, things somehow still come back to you, as if they expect you to sort their problems out. 

Putting your car in park, you jump out and rush around to the other side. Your mirror is hanging from a cord, and the paint on the passenger side door is scraped. Part of the metal is caved in too. You force a deep breath into your lungs and try to remain composed despite wanting to burst into tears standing there on the street.

The argument your brother had with your mom left you feeling like things were already falling apart. His yelling was just enough distraction to make you forget to check over your shoulder while backing into your driveway. You always check over your shoulder, except today. 

You somehow manage to hold it together enough to park your car in the driveway properly. As you get out of your car, you glance at your work phone to see a new email from your boss.  

I need that incident report by tomorrow.

That’s all it says. Your workload had increased significantly a few weeks ago, and the constant stress of the day to day at work has been getting to you.  You’ve been making small mistakes that you’d never have made otherwise. There was an incident with a client that you don’t even want to think about, but your boss, as is his job, has no problem reminding you. 

After a moment, a text from your brother comes in. Call me back. And you sigh, standing there in a daze in the driveway, you can barely get yourself to move. 

Between work, your family drama, and now knowing you have to deal with getting your car fixed, you really just want to take a shower and crawl into bed,  but you can’t do that, because it’s 2pm on a Tuesday, and you have an online meeting in thirty minutes. 

Your fingers hover over the contact in your phone. He’s at work, and you don’t want to bother him, but he’s the only person you want to talk to. His voice is the only one you want to hear right now. You can feel yourself holding it together by a thread as you press on his contact and start walking into the house, leaving your poor car in the driveway. 

“Hello?” He answers.

“Do you have time to talk?” You question, unsure of whether he’s busy or not.

He probably senses the urgency in your tone, “Yeah, I have a couple minutes before I have to be in the interrogation room.” 

A part of you knows that since he said he has a couple minutes, this probably means he was supposed to be in the interrogation room five minutes ago, and he doesn’t actually have time. You almost say never mind and end the call, but you can’t keep your composure any longer, and you need to talk to him. 

“My brother got into a big fight with my mom and I was backing up and I hit a telephone pole, and I messed up at work and I’m scared that I’m going to get in trouble.” 

“Whoa, hold on, are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine, my car’s not.” You respond.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Was anyone hurt?” 

“No, no one was even on the street, it was just me, hitting a stupid pole because I didn’t look over my shoulder because I was distracted because my brother was yelling at me and I was rushing home from work to do the stupid incident report that I should have done by now. And I have a meeting at 2:30.” 

The tears start falling and then you’re fully sobbing. You’re standing in the kitchen, just sobbing as Jay tries to understand everything you just said. You can hear shuffling on the other end, but he doesn’t say anything right away, and you continue crying and mumbling something about your car. 

“I’m coming home.” You finally hear him say. 

“No, you have an interrogation!” You respond, knowing you’ll feel even worse if he just leaves work right now. “

“Y/n, you’re not hurt, right?” He questions, completely ignoring your reminder that he’s supposed to be working. 

“No,” You mumble behind the tears still falling. You force a deep breath and try to slow your sobs. “But I have that meeting. It’s at 2:30.” You repeat yourself. 

“Okay, are you inside?” 

“Yes.”

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summary: Y/n and Jay lost touch after high school, but run into each other years later. Y/n insists she doesn’t need help, but Jay’s detective instincts won’t let him let her go. 

words: almost 8k

warnings: unhealthy relationship dynamics, domestic violence, physical abuse, emotional manipulation, toxic relationships. 

a/n: i’ve been wrestling with this piece for weeks now, and i could go through and edit it probably two more times, but i’m going insane, and i want to post it so badly, so this is what you get. hope you enjoy, feedback is always appreciated! 

also this should go without saying, but please heed the warnings, there are some graphic descriptions of dv so please please do not read if this is a trigger for you. thank you. 

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“Halstead, over here!” The voice is just loud enough that it cuts through the constant hum of the crowd and catches your attention. You know that name. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t still think about him, didn’t still wonder how he’s doing, or daydream about running into him since moving back to Chicago three months ago. 

Without realizing what you’re doing, you swivel around on the barstool, somewhat accidentally making eye contact with him in the process. The recognition crosses his face, mirroring the expression on your own. It’s really him, not his brother or another guy named Halstead. It’s him. 

“Y/n?” He says in disbelief, immediately changing his pathway and walking toward you instead of stopping at the table his friends were all crowded around. He approaches you silently, studying you, almost like he cannot believe it really is you in front of him, and you don’t blame him. 

“Jay,” You breathe. 

“You’re back in Chicago? How are you?” A genuine smile crosses his face as he stops in front of you, and you remember a day when you would give anything to be the reason for his smile. 

“I’m–uh- good.” Your eyes drift to behind him at the rowdy group of guys looking in your direction, and you know they are about to yell at him, to call him over, probably tease him for talking to you. “It looks like your friends are waiting for you.” You point out the obvious. 

“They can wait.” He responds, unfazed. “How long have you been back?” 

“My boyfriend and I moved back here a few months ago.” You force a smile onto your face, intentionally mentioning your boyfriend, knowing that is likely to end the conversation much faster. There’s something else you could say to end the conversation even faster, but you hold back. A part of you doesn’t want Jay to know your life now, to know what it’s become. Maybe he still sees you as the carefree teenager you once were, and maybe you’d like to keep it that way. 

“Oh, nice!” If Jay is shocked or disappointed, he show it. 

“Detective, get over here!” One of his friends, who already seems to have had more than just a few drinks, slurs in your general direction. 

“Detective? You’re police?” You can’t stop the surprise from coming through in your own voice. 

“A lot has changed, for both of us, I guess.” He says with a shrug and half smile. He taps his fingers on the bar in front of you, “It was good seeing you.” He says with a look of finality in his eyes. You have a boyfriend. He has to go celebrate with his friends. 

You nod, “You too.” And watch out of the corner of your eye as he makes his way to his friends. They shout as he enters the circle, slapping him on the shoulder and handing him a drink. The word detective keeps being thrown around in their group, and you deduce that he probably just got promoted, and they’re out celebrating.

“Who was that?” Sam asks, approaching you, while nodding in Jay’s direction. You silently curse, realizing he saw at least the tail end of that conversation, something you were hoping to avoid completely. 

“Just a guy I knew in high school.” You respond nonchalantly. Sam takes his spot on the stool next to you, resting one hand on your waist to show the entire bar you’re with him. He flags down the bartender with the other hand, never missing a beat. 

“You just knew him.” The intonation in his voice ensures this doesn’t come across as a casual question. 

“Yeah, nothing happened between us.” Not for lack of trying. You can’t help but think to yourself. 

It was just too much. Between his mom getting sick and dying and your far from perfect life at home with your mom and stepdad, there was no room for anything that would last. He left for the army the week he graduated high school, and that fall you were off to California for college. Things maybe could have been different for the two of you if real life hadn’t gotten in the way. 

“You’re lying.” Sam whispers, his voice so low and deep, it almost sounds like a growl. 

“I’m not lying. I swear nothing happened.” You turn meeting his eyes, silently begging him to believe you, to drop the subject. 

His hand tightens around your waist, and you have to stop yourself from visibly flinching.

“Sam, stop.” You whisper, scooting even closer to him, hoping for some relief under his grip.  

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