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Always Here

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warnings: a little angst, a little fluff

A/N: Inspired after rewatching CPD 3x17. Short drabble but still hope you guys like it! Constantly trying to improve so feedback greatly appreciated. Feel free to send in Jay requests too~

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You peered in, where he sat on the floor, his head in his hands.

Silently, you approached him, kneeling next to him. “Jay.” You finally whispered, gently tugging his shoulders towards you.

Jay didn’t even resist, slumping into your embrace, his shoulders gently shaking as he cried in your arms. You didn’t move, just pulled him deeper towards you.

You weren’t sure how long you had been in that position with Jay, just holding him while he cried. Jay then gently broke away, pushing himself upright. “Sorry.” He mumbled, turning away slightly.

“Jay, I’m right here.” You whispered back to him, “Just…”

Jay looked up slightly when you paused.

“Just don’t push me away, okay?” You let the words leave your lips, real fear bubbling inside of you. Afraid he would push you away, afraid he would just let you go.

Jay gave you a soft smile before tugging you down to sit with him, gently taking your hand. You gladly obliged, sitting as close to him as you could, holding his one hand with both of yours. Jay sighed and gently laid his head on your shoulder.

“I’m not okay.” Jay whispered.

You kept silent for a while. “I know.” You paused, “But that’s okay too.”

Jay didn’t respond, just wrapped his fingers around yours a little tighter. You leaned your head against his, shifting just a little to make him more comfortable.

Jay closed his eyes. “Thanks Y/N.”

“Always. I’ll always be here.” You whispered back.  

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Low Effort

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: no

Summary: Y/N gets a surprise visit, which triggers some unpleasant symptoms

Word Count: 1k+

Tags/Warnings: mentions of stomach cramps, slight allusion to anxiety, negative emotions

A/N: Long time no see! This is a thing I needed to get off my chest and needed to get the emotions out, so it’s just some Jay comfort/fluff. Also, a warning that I haven’t written in so long, this kind of feels a bit meh, so I hope I haven’t lost too much of my writing touch LOL

JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

You closed your laptop shut, just as your phone lit up with a notification about a new message from Jay.

Sorry, got held up. 10 minutes. Tops.

You smiled, typing a quick response of acknowledgment to tell him not to hurry before you got up, grabbing your bag. You were too fried to continue anything else so you figured you would just go and wait for him. Fresh air was better than whatever was coming through the office vents.

As the glass doors of the main entrance on the first floor slid open and you felt the chill of the Chicago winds hit your face, you sighed. Fresh air was definitely better.

“Y/N.”

You glanced up, your eyebrows naturally bunching together at the sound of a woman’s voice.

As your eyes met hers, you froze for a moment, your brain still processing the fact that she was here.

“Amy?” Her name slipped past your lips before you could stop yourself, even though the only emotion you were feeling at this moment was surprise. There was nothing positive or negative about it.

Amy could feel it in your voice as well. “Can we talk? I’ve missed you.”

You frowned as a cramp shot through your lower abdomen.

“I thought we were better friends than this. Low-maintenance, remember?” Amy said, and you could hear the tone in her voice, the one she used when she was upset or disappointed.

The feeling of indignation shot through you once again.

“Yeah, low maintenance, not low effort.”

Your voice was low but you didn’t let the emotion sway it. You spent years telling yourself that it was just a low-maintenance friendship, that you were both just busy, but you couldn’t ignore the way she’d reappear in front of you only when she needed your support, or when the guy she was seeing was out of town.

You glanced up at the street but hadn’t seen Jay’s car yet.

You exhaled. “Look, Amy. You have your priorities, I get it. Just don’t expect me to drop mine when you blow back into town or when your boyfriend doesn’t have time for you. It doesn’t work that way.”

You felt the cramps intensify and knew what it was. You called it “emotional cramps” with Jay, joking that as long as he kept you happy you’d be fine. Yet, here they were again. Maybe it was because you hadn’t had them in a while, you felt them more intensely now.

You put a hand on your stomach as you looked up at Amy. As expected, she had an indignant look on her face.

“How could you say that, Y/N? I know the fact that I was seeing Trevor was a sore spot with you because you weren’t seeing anyone so I didn’t want to make things harder for you. But now…”

You couldn't even respond as the pain ripped through you once again and you bent forward slightly, your knees buckling a little. You braced yourself for the impact of your knees hitting the concrete sidewalk when you felt his arms around you.

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

Jay.

Amy seemed stunned for a moment before she spoke again, “It must be her…”

“Why’s it acting up?” Jay asked, his entire focus on you as you glanced up at him and quietly shook your head.

Jay glanced up at Amy. They didn’t know each other since you’d met Jay sometime after contact between you and Amy had dwindled to almost nothing. By the time you and Jay had started dating, you’d made up your mind to let go of Amy and this friendship, and it had merely nagged at you a little at the back of your mind from time to time so you hadn’t brought her up.

“Come on, we’re going to Med,” Jay said quietly, pulling you upright.

You glanced at him. “Don’t you dare carry me,” You warned.

Despite the worried look in his eyes, Jay smiled. “We’re going to Will.” He repeated, almost like he was daring you to argue.

You didn’t argue. Partly because all you wanted to do was get out of there but partly because you knew it was useless. Besides, the pain was more intense than you remembered.

Without a second glance back, Jay helped you into the car and drove off, both of you leaving Amy still standing on the sidewalk.

You knew what had triggered the attack, so after getting medication for the pain and cramping, you’d been feeling much better.

“You know I’d be feeling even better if you would stop hovering, Detective.” You said, directing the comment at your boyfriend.

Will smiled as he tapped on the iPad in his hand and glanced at his brother. “She’s fine. Her tests are normal, and it was probably just a one-off stress-related attack.”

You nodded. “I’ll follow up with my therapist, I promise.”

Will ruffled your hair affectionately and you growled because he knew you hated it.

“I’ll get the discharge started.”

Jay was quiet as he leaned over you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You sure you’re okay?”

You nodded, before you glanced back down.

“Amy’s an old friend.” You said, after a while. "At least, she was."

Jay didn’t say anything, so you continued, telling him about how Amy was when she started dating anyone, and it only progressively got worse. “And it’s not about seeing her often, you know? It’s just…”

Jay nodded. “You didn’t feel like she cared.”

You sighed quietly. “I just… it got to a point where I realized she didn’t care. I was a friend when she needed me, and when she didn’t, I just… didn’t exist. And apparently, to her, that’s me being sore.”

Jay just took your hand in his, gently stroking your fingers.

“But I just realized it was better to have no one than to be treated that way, so I just…”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” Jay said quietly. “Listen, someone who gives you low effort doesn’t deserve you. I don’t care who they are. Anyone who makes you feel this way doesn’t deserve even one percent of you.”

You looked up at him and smiled, a little sadness hidden behind it.

“I guess seeing her today just brought it all back, you know? And then it triggered all those emotions and then my stomach cramps decided to join the party.” You made a face.

Jay smiled quietly back at you. “But you know what? You’re not alone. At least not anymore.”

You smiled and leaned forward for a hug. Jay perched by the edge of the bed, pulling you gently into his arms and you buried your face into his shoulders, feeling his arms encircle your entire body.

“I know.” You whispered.

Jay kissed the top of your head. “Good.”

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"I worked the case, daddy, just like you said"

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Invasion

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: No

Summary: When someone breaks into your home at night, Jay has to find a way to keep his family safe.

Word Count: 2,202

Warnings: canon-typical mentions of guns/hostage situations

A/N: My brain attacked me with this, so here it is! I hope you guys like it!

JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

You’d been sleeping when you heard a crash.

Your eyes snapped open at the same time that Jay sat up. You glanced at the baby monitor and looked back at Jay. He leaned over, pulling open the concealed compartment of his drawer which popped open and he grabbed his gun.

“Go get Sophia, and stay in there.” Jay whispered.

“Jay?”

Jay turned to look at you. “Don’t come out until I come and get you, alright? I’ll come to get you.”

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Hi guys! I just posted a part two for the Jay Halstead fic I recently started! I'm not sure if I want to keep it going or if I just want the second part to be the last part of this fic.

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I Miss You, I'm Sorry (Part 2)

I’ve officially been in Chicago for a week. I still haven’t been to the district as I have been spending this first week back getting organized and settled in a new apartment-again. I feel good about everything again.

It’s a Friday night, so there’s no better way to then celebrate a good unboxing and move at the one and only, Molly’s.

Sitting at Molly’s being welcomed back by Hermann, he’s already told me that all my drinks are on the house. 

“So, you ready to kick ass in Chicago again?” Hermann asks. I sip my beer.

“Come on Hermann, you know I am! D.C. was nice and all, but I’m not meant to sit behind a desk and fill out paperwork.” I tell him, smiling and taking another swig of my beer.

“You ready to see everyone?”

All I do is nod my head, showing a genuine smile.

“Well, well, well! Look what the cat dragged in! Only the best Intelligence Unit in Chicago!” Hermann greeted Antonio, Kim, Adam, Alvin, Voight, and Kevin. The only two missing were Erin and Jay. I could feel my heart sink. I guess that’s what I not only get but deserve too.

Everyone was shocked once they saw me. I was instantly greeted with hugs, a few squeals from Kim, kisses on my head and cheeks, and all smiles. I didn’t let my sadness show once I realized Jay was probably with Erin-it was expected and I was told that they would be each other’s new partner. Too, everyone loves Jay, he’s just that guy, THE guy. 

“Alright, hey!” Hermann got our attention. “First round is on me for you guys, as a Welcome Back, Welcome Home (Y/N) but then, you’ll have to pay up! (Y/N) is covered for the night…understood?” Hermann tells us.

We all understood, starting our night out.

I walk over to Kim, Antonio, and Adam, pulling Kim aside.

“Hey, have you heard from Jay? Or Erin?” I ask her.

“Uh, Adam heard from him a few minutes ago. He said he’d be in a few minutes.” Kim reassured me. She could tell I was letting my emotions get the best of me. I missed Jay.

Minutes go by and everyone turns towards the door. There he is. Jay Halstead. I just look at him, taking everything in, emotions high. Erin is following close behind him, looks like they are finishing up a story; maybe about a case they recently closed or their upcoming schedules or plans.

I’m sitting on the inside of the table. Kim sitting next to me, Adam and Antonio sitting across from us. He doesn’t notice me, but I see him kiss the top of Erin’s head as she makes her way to our table and Jay heads to the bar. That was all it took. My heart shattered.

“Oh my gosh! (Y/N)! Hi! What are you doing back here?!” Erin asks me, hugging me.

I hug her back, “I am back in town! For good. I start with Intelligence again on Monday!” I tell her, smiling. 

I see a tall, dark, handsome boy, heading for our table. Two beers in hand. It takes him a minute to notice but, he does. He’s shocked. I know him well enough, like the back of my hand, to know that his emotions are running at 100 miles/minute. The love, the hurt, the laughs, memories, heartbreak. All of it.

“(Y/N) …” is all he can manage to say to me.

“Hi Jay…” was all I could manage to get out, finishing the last sip of my beer.

Intelligence could tell there was some catching up to do so, they left us alone at the table. Erin squeezed Jay’s shoulder, walking away with the rest of the group.

“How…how have you been? How was D.C.?” He asked me.

It takes me a second to gather my thoughts because even though D.C. was good to me, I thought of Chicago and my people the entire time.

“D.C. treated me good, well. I missed Chicago and all of you guys the entire time though.” I told him, honestly, looking up at him.

“What brought you back home?”

“I told you. I missed all of you and Chicago. Besides, I think I’ve busted my ass enough to do more than just sit at a desk, filling out paperwork.” I tell him, showing a small smile. “Enough of me…how are you” I ask him.

He takes a sip of his beer, not breaking eye contact. “You know how I am. I’m always good. Keeping my head down in work, kicking it here at Molly’s, sports.” He tells me.

“And how is everything with Erin?”

“What do you mean? We’ve been partners.” He looks at me, confused.

“Oh, come on…I saw her squeeze your shoulder when she walked away AND when you guys walked in, before you went to the bar, you kissed her on the head. Partners don’t do that; boyfriend and girlfriends do that. You’re not as slick as you think you are anymore.” I tell him, taking another sip of my beer, preparing for my heart to shatter even more.

He coughs, clearing his throat, not knowing I saw what I saw earlier.

“Uhm, yeah. We’ve been together for a couple of months now. Three, almost four.”

I could tell that that was hard from him to tell me. I could tell that he didn’t want to tell me. He didn’t want to hurt me. It did hurt but, I deserve it. I left him, the both of us heartbroken.

I slowly nod my head. Thinking. I take another sip of my beer and push it away.

“Good, good! I’m glad you’re happy and doing well.” I tell him, faking a smile. “Well, on that note, I think I’m going to call it a night.” I tell him, slowly getting up from the small table. 

“(Y/N) … Jay calls after me.

I smile, walking away, walking to the group.

“Alright you guys, I’m headed out, calling it a night.” I tell everyone, getting hugs from everyone. “I’ll see you boys and girls on Monday morning.” I tell him, smiling, and hitting Antonio’s shoulder as I make my way past them.

I can feel the tears threatening to spill. I turn back around once more, at him. He’s looking at me. I nod my head and walk out the door, into the cold Chicago air, a tear sliding down my cheek.

It’s not long before I hear Molly’s door swing open, letting the music blast outside for a second or so. I don’t turn around, but I notice the voice.

“Why did you really come back to Chicago? Why?”

Jay.

I gulp before turning around. 

“I told you already…”

“That might be true, and I do believe you but, what’s the real reason (Y/N)?”

I feel a few tears slip. I quickly wipe them away.

“I wanted my life back. I wanted to work with the people that mean the absolute most to me. Chicago is where I made myself, it’s where I grew up. It’s where I met you. It’s where I fell in utterly, complete love with you. It’s where you are.” I get out, not holding anything back.

Before he can say anything else, I finish my thoughts, my truth.

“I’m still in utter, complete love with you. I never wanted to leave you. I hate that I left you the way that I did. Quick, short notice.”

The more I ramble on, the more I feel more tears threatening to spill. Jay doesn’t say anything, yet. I just suddenly feel his embrace, his warmth.

“I miss you, I’m sorry.” The last thing I say before I hug him back, letting the tears fall. Catching my breath. 

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I Miss You, I'm Sorry (Part 1)

Jay Halstead and I have known each other since childhood. We have always been friends. Things got a little tricky as we both grew up. Feelings, fights, not being as close as we once were. We tried everything out, dating. The relationship, of course, like all, had the ups and downs. We even worked in the Intelligence Unit together for the Chicago Police Department. We have been through hell and back, literally. 

As I’m packing up my belongings, to move back to Chicago, I can’t help but replay the heartbreaking and tough conversation that Jay and I had to have.

I walked into the apartment that Jay and I both shared. I was just getting home from staying behind at the district, finishing up paperwork. I set my keys down on the little stand we have by the door, hanging my coat up on the hook. I see Jay watching football, beer in hand.

“Hey baby”, Jay greets me, looking at me then back at the game.

“Hey” was all I could manage to get out. A lot was on my mind. I knew that Jay and I needed to have a conversation and soon.

I go to our room, taking a quick shower and getting dressed into my pajamas. I walk out, walking to the fridge, grabbing a beer, and sitting on the couch with Jay, to finish watching the game. 

Without saying anything, Jay throws his arm around me, pulling me close into him. I let it happen, I needed his embrace and his touch. I hold my tears in because I know what’s coming.

“Baby? Everything okay?” He asked. 

I just look up at him, into his beautiful greenish-blue eyes. I push off his chest so I can sit up. Not saying anything, I grab the remote, muting the television.

“You know that I love you and I know that you love me. We both know things haven’t been the best or the easiest between us lately…” I start to say. “I have also been busting my ass at work and all my hard work is finally starting to pay off. And I say this because, I was given, and accepted a job offer…in Washington, D.C.”. 

Jay didn’t know what to say and frankly, neither did I. All we could do is just look into each other’s eyes.

“Are you doing this because everything has been rocky between us?” He asks.

I shake my head no, cupping one side of his face with my hand.

“Of course not, no. I just think that a change would be could for us, for me.” I truthfully say.

Jay gets out of my touch, the little embrace that I had on him. He stands up, beginning to pace around our living room apartment, rubbing his face with his hands.

“When do you leave, start?” He asked.

I close my eyes for a second, opening them to look back up at him. “I start next week…”.

Jay says nothing. 

“Please don’t be upset with me. I think this will be good, for the both of us.”

Jay just looks at me. I can see that he’s hurt.

“So, that’s it? We’re done?” He asked another tough question.

I think before I respond.

“No…of course I don’t want to be. You’re everything to me, you’re my safe place, my protector, the love of my life…” I looked at him, tears threatening to fall.

“Well, it’s what it sounds and looks like to me. You’re moving, states away, and you’re going without me. And it’s not just that, this is the first I’m hearing about it- all of it!”

“Jay, I’m sorry, okay?! You know what Voight tells us, if there is an opportunity, we should take it and that’s what I’m doing!”

Moments go by and it feels like it’s been eternity of silence. The rest of the night was emotional.

As I am looking around my now-empty, Washington D.C. apartment, I can honestly say that I am more than ready to be back in Chicago. I have missed Jay, Trudy, Voight, Erin, Adam, Kim, Atwater, Alvin, and Antonio. It’s going to be so good to see everyone again, some easier than other but still, Chicago is calling my name.

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Officer Down | J.H.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Summary: Jay takes a hit to the chest during a shootout and gives you quite the scare. Based on episode 6x2.

A/N: I finally wrote something!! (Shocking I know) it only took me 7 months but I’ve finally got a new fic for yall. I’m sorry for being so slow to write but the last 7 months have been ROUGH.

I’ve been wanting to write this fic forever and was finally inspired to finish it after rewatching the episode. I don’t really like how this turned out but that’s what happens after writers block I guess

Warnings: near death experiences, guns and shooting

Word Count: 637

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This case had been difficult for the team, Jay getting hit his hardest with his dad being one of the victims on the fire. The longer the chase for the arsonist, the more you could see him spiraling. You expected it, all things considered. Jay may have said they didn’t have the best relationship, but it was still his father. What you didn’t expect was for Jay to disobey a direct order from Voight and go after the suspect on his own.

After you took his truck and two way, you thought he would be safe, far away from the action. So when you heard his call come in over the radio, your heart sank to your stomach.

“This is 5021 George. Emergency. Shots fired. Offender down, need an ambo. Lower Wacker and Columbus.”

As soon as you heard his location, you took off running, Kevin close behind. Rounding the corner, you saw Jay unmoving on the pavement, his side covered in blood.

“5021 Victor. Officer down. I repeat, officer down. Lower Wacker and Columbus. Get us an ambulance!” You rushed to Jay’s side, leaving Kevin to take care of the offender.

You tried to stay calm as you ripped open his shirt, panic threatening to override your training. You could see he was bleeding from his side, but you couldn’t tell what the damage was from the other bullets.

“Jay? Hey, talk to me.” Your voice wavered.

Jay was breathing heavily, looking at you with wide eyes. You pulled his vest away from his body, feeling under it for the bullet.

“It didn’t go through. It didn’t go through.” You pressed on the wound at his side with shaky hands. “You’re gonna be okay. It’s okay. Just breathe.”

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You watched intently as the paramedics patched up Jay in the back of the ambulance. There were officers all around you, blocking off the scene and questioning the other members of the team, but you tuned it all out.

Once the paramedics were done treating him and he had gotten a thorough scolding from Voight, you made your way over.

“Hey.” You took a seat next to him. “You gonna be okay?”

Jay looked at you sheepishly. “Yeah, I’m okay. No serious damage, just a few stitches and some major bruising.”

“Good.”

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. I just couldn’t stop myself.” He said quietly.

You nodded lightly, giving him a small smile and patting his leg gently. “I know.”

The paramedic came back over and you used the interruption to excuse yourself. You could feel the aftermath of the situation setting in and you needed to get away from the scene.

You heard footsteps behind you and Kevin appeared at your side. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yep, I’m good. I’m fine.” You replied, unable to keep the emotion out of your voice.

Kevin put a hand on your arm, slowing you down and turning you towards him. “Woah, woah.” You couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in your eyes as you met his gaze. “Yeah, that’s the adrenaline wearing off. It’s okay.”

“I thought he was dead.” You choked out the words.

Kevin put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. “So did I.”

As the two of you made it back to the cars, he brought you in for a hug. You gripped his shirt tightly, embarrassed by your crying, but soaking in the comfort after the emotions of the past hour. You knew out of anyone, Kevin would never judge you for being human.

“I gotcha.” He rubbed your back comfortingly. “C’mon, Sarge said we’re done for the day. Jay’s in good hands. I’ll drive you home.”

You spared one last glance back towards Jay as you got into the car, only to find him looking right at you, his face etched with concern.

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— melt.

summary: After seeing how heartbroken the families of the people who work for the department get when they die, you decided to not get involved with anyone. You didn't expect, however, to have that ice wall melted away by someone — Jay Halstead — in your own unit. And when Jay got hurt in one of the cases, you couldn't help but be mad at him, and it didn't take long for him to figure out the why.

keywords: fluff, kind of grumpy x sunshine trope, Jay Halstead is a smug bastard, gn!reader.

characters: Jay Halstead.

warnings: mention of near-death experience, swearing.

a/n: wrote this after episode 7 of the Percy Jackson series (hence the Asphodels mention) at 2AM. I was actually going to request that but I ended up wanting to write it myself! hope u like it :)

word count: 1,248.

requested?: no.

Grumpy, reserved, quiet. All words used to describe you. And they weren't really that mistaken.

There was a thick ice wall between you and the rest of the world. A wall that didn't allow you to build any deeper relationship with anyone. One that burned people with its overwhelming coldness.

A wall that you build it yourself a little over a month after entering the Chicago's Intelligence Unit. Specifically after you watched how destroyed a family felt after losing a relative who worked for the department.

You felt selfish for even thinking of getting emotionally involved with someone. What if something happened to you? To them? You would never forgive yourself. You'd be rooted in the Asphodels Meadows — trapped with your own regret for all eternity — if anything ever happened because of you.

Everything was going well with it. You weren't that happy, but you were happier than you would be if you carried all the guilt of putting a loved one in danger.

But you never could prepare yourself to the warmth of Jay Halstead.

How cheeky of you to fall in love with a sweet smile. But it was true. You felt pathetically helpless any time he laughed at your jokes and showed you his teeth.

It was bittersweet. His laugh sounded like heaven and it made your life a living hell. How could you not be selfish? How could you think of being a good person when he was so close to you?

You tried to rationalized it. Tried to think that he wasn't that good. That perfect. That it was just your love-starved brain romanticizing him to tempt you.

Which lead you to the mistake of getting to know him.

Everything got worse.

The attempt of hating his flaws turned out to realizing that his loyalty was too much for his own good. He would mindlessly die for you, without a second thought or regret. How intoxicating.

He was like a honey-flavored poison. The sweetest way to lose yourself forever.

And unfortunately, you tasted him. Not only that, but it was never enough. You couldn't get enough of him. He became everything.

So when he almost died during one of the cases because he risked himself a little too much to get information, you were mad.

"Will you tell me why you're not talking to me?" He asked you, leaning over your desk and tilting his head, letting out a sigh. "Come on, I could've died and you won't even talk to me?"

"It's exactly because of that." You murmured, annoyed, not looking at him.

"What? I didn't hear you." Jay said, getting closer.

"It's because of that!" You said, now louder. You two were alone in the office. You were finishing up some papers while Jay — who couldn't for the life of him be separated from you for more than a couple hours — made you company.

"You're not talking to me because I risked myself?" Jay asked, confused, watching as you got up from the chair and went to the break room.

"I'm not talking to you because you're irresponsible!" You answered, finally looking at him in the eyes. Your bodies facing one another.

"I did it for the case! We needed the info!" Jay argued and you groaned, massaging your temples.

"Oh, my God, you really don't understand, do you?" You brushed your hands against your face, trying to calm yourself down.

"No, I don't. You do things like that all the time, and usually is worse. But when I do it, I'm irresponsible?" He asked, frowning.

He looked at you, trying to understand what was wrong. You weren't like this. You didn't fight with people unless their actions harm the case. So what was happening?

It was when the realization hit.

You were worried.

"Detective," He called, flashing you that damned smile that you so desired to kiss. "are you mad because I could've died?"

"Wha- What? No!" You mumbled, taking a step back as he approached you.

"Oh, yeah?" He mumbles, smiling smugly at you. "Are you sure of that?" He asks, getting closer and closer.

"Y-Yes, I am! If you died, it would've been a loss for the team and all the time and money that they invested on you would go to waste and-" You gulped, feeling the cold wall against your back and watching as he trapped you, putting his arms on each side of your face. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You said, nervously pushing his chest, but not really wanting him to leave.

"Like what?"

"Like that! Staring at my lips! Stop it!"

"Or what?" He asked, smugly.

Your breath got stuck in your throat, and as the seconds went by, he got closer. His forehead was soon touching yours, and his smile only grew bigger.

"Looks just like a dream I had." He said, putting his hand on your chin. "It ended very well. "

You didn't answer right away, trying to process your thoughts. You wanted to give a good answer, something that would make him go away — even though you didn't really want that —, but a wave of curiosity hit you with the revelation that he dreamt of you.

"How so?" Your voice was almost inaudible.

"I got to do more than just kiss you." He whispered, as if telling a secret. "But I think that just being able to kiss you would already make me the luckiest man on earth."

Your gaze fell to his lips, and just the thought of kissing them got you nervous. Your heartbeat rapidly beating against your chest, and for a moment he thought that he could feel it too.

But it was actually his own.

"Please," He asked. It could be mistaken for a beg, but the smug look on his face said otherwise. "detective."

"I thought…" You were breathless. Your nervousness didn't let you speak properly, but still, for some reason, you knew exactly what to say.

"Say it."

"I thought you were a man of action," You breathed out. "detective."

He smiled.

His hands — painfully — slowly went to the nape of your neck, holding it as he pressed his lips against yours, devouring it slowly, torturing you with it.

The kiss was the epitome of breathtaking. His lips moved slow and tenderly against yours, savouring you like it was his last meal.

He could live the rest of his life devoting himself to kissing you. How could it taste so sweet?

Jay wasn't much of a religious man, and he was even farther of believing in Greek gods. But as he felt your body against his and your sweet kiss on his lips, he was sure that you must be Aphrodite's work.

Masterpiece, actually.

His hands traveled around your body, feeling your curves, trying to memorize it so he didn't feel so sad when they weren't against his fingertips — even though that he knew it would be his life's biggest torment.

And he got a taste of it when he had to part himself from your lips.

"What were you saying, baby?" He asked, with a smug smile on his face.

"Fuck you, Jay Halstead." You said before kissing him again, feeling his smile melt against your mouth as your fingers intertwined his hair.

"You wish." He mumbled against your lips, lifting you up by your thighs and wrapping them around his waist.

Jay warmth was definitely more than enough to melt the ice wall away.

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JAY HALSTEAD

CHICAGO P.D. | 3x02 "Natural Born Storyteller"

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𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝: a little assortment of prompts revolving around painful, bottled up affection and endless yearning, as well as the possible result of finally taking action. remember to tag your dark themes. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. [ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep. [ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders. [ 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : receiver is hugging a coat / cape / etc. that belongs to the sender. [ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 ] : sender is helping the receiver through a panic attack / severe anxiety. [ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender takes a hold of receiver's both hands. [ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are spooning for comfort and warmth. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are finally about to kiss, but are interrupted. [ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss. [ 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ] : sender has just found the receiver who's been missing for weeks. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 ] : after being misinformed that the sender has died, receiver is grieving. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 ] : sender is expressing anger over receiver's constant recklessness. [ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] : sender is voicing their negative opinion about a person who appears to be close with the receiver. [ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ] : sender has just told receiver "you belong to me". [ 𝐰𝐡𝐲 ] : sender has just asked receiver "why don't you love me". [ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender has harmed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 ] : sender has killed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ] : sender has gotten injured protecting the receiver. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ] : sender is getting frustrated with their repressed affection and asks receiver to leave them alone. [ 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 ] : unable to handle their fondness towards receiver, the sender lashes out and they end up in a heated argument. [ 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 ] : sender is apologising for appearing cold. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 ] : sender is telling receiver they "deserve better than whatever this is".

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REASONS TO CUP A FACE. ( A PROMPT LIST. )

with the help of some very talented and amazing friends, i present to you an unexpected, very spontaneous meme list based on the beautiful art of cupping someone's face! there's a mix of romantic and platonic here, and even a few that defy the boundaries of normal relationship dynamics! i hope you enjoy! as always; DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST NOR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!

[KISS]: sender cups the receivers face in their hands before drawing them closer for a kiss.

[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.

[CLEAN]: sender affectionately wipes a smudge of sauce from the corner of the receiver's mouth, cupping their face in the process.

[LIFT]: sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them.

[COMFORT]: sender cups a distressed receiver's face in their hands and steadies them by resting their foreheads together.

[ATTENTION]: during an important conversation, the sender takes the receiver's face in their hands and firmly directs their focus on them.

[MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still.

[PRIDE]: after the receiver succeeds in a remarkable achievement, the sender cups their face and tilts their foreheads together to express how proud they are of them.

[WHISPER]: in order to have a private, hushed conversation with the receiver, the sender cups their face and draws them close to make sure they can be heard.

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.

[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.

[LAST LOOK]: before going into a situation that may result in their death, the sender takes a moment to cup the unaware receiver's face in their hand, just to take a final look of admiration at them before they go.

[SACRIFICE]: the sender cups the receiver's face tenderly to distract them, right before shoving them out of the way (to safety) and facing an attack alone in order to buy the receiver enough time to escape.

[BELIEF]: in a moment where the receiver is lacking in self-confidence, the sender cups their face tenderly and professes their faith in the receiver's abilities.

[DISBELIEF]: after the receiver has done something completely unexpected (and reckless) the stunned sender cups their face in their hands while trying to get them to explain why the hell they did it.

[BETRAYAL]: trying to keep the receiver calm before the big reveal, the sender cups their face gently to keep them steady, and then reveals that they're the villain.

[WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused.

[INJURY]: after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them.

[RAMSAY]: after the receiver commits a culinary crime, the sender presses two slices of bread against either side of their face, cupping their face to hold the bread in place, and calls them an idiot sandwich.

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THE SHOULDER TOUCH. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

i said i'd make them! i hope you enjoy these, and as always: DO NOT ADD, EDIT OR CLAIM THIS LIST AS YOUR OWN!

[ WAKEN ]: the sender touches the receiver's shoulder to waken them from a nap or sleep.

[ STILL ]: the sender places their hands on the visibly angry/upset receiver to try and restrain them.

[ STAY ]: the sender, noticing the receiver attempting to escape a meeting or a conversation, quietly rests a hand on their shoulder and pulls them back into their seat.

[ REST ]: the sender places a gentle but firm hand on a weakened/sick/injured receiver's shoulder to push them back into their bed to rest more.

[ PUNCH ]: the sender places a hand on the receiver to draw their attention away from another focus, and once they've turned around, the sender swings a punch at them in the moment of confusion.

[ PRIDE ]: the sender, having heard or seen the receiver successfully achieve a remarkable feat, places a hand on their shoulder to express their wordless pride in them.

[ HUG ]: the sender places their hands on the receiver's shoulders to yank them into a hug.

[ COMFORT ]: the sender, noticing a visibly upset receiver, solemnly moves to their side, and places a hand on their shoulder in an effort to comfort them.

[ SURPRISE ]: the sender, noticing an otherwise occupied receiver, moves forward silently and suddenly grabs their shoulder to startle them.

[ STUN ]: the sender, having been apart from the receiver for some time, makes an unexpected return and greets the unaware receiver with a hand on their shoulder.

[ TIDY ]: the sender reaches forward and lightly sweeps something from the receiver's shoulder.

[ WORRY ]: the sender grabs the receiver by the shoulders to take a good look at them for any sign of harm or injury.

[ ARM ]: the sender rests a hand on the receiver's shoulder, their arm draped around them in order to do so.

[ FOCUS ]: the sender, noticing the receiver has become distracted during a conversation, places a hand on their shoulder to redirect and focus their attention.

[ GOTCHA ]: the sender, noticing the receiver has unknowingly walked into the path of a source of danger, grabs them by the shoulder and hoists them back to safety.

[ PRAISE ]: the sender, having heard that the receiver has achieved great success in a task or accomplishment, gives them a proud pat and squeeze of the shoulder to convey their congratulations.

[ STEADY ]: the sender rests a hand on the shaken and panicked receiver's shoulder to steady and ground them.

[ CAUGHT ]: the sender plants a hand on the receiver's shoulder to stop them from fleeing a potential arrest or accusation.

[ DELIVER ]: the sender, about to deliver some bad news to the receiver, gently places a hand on the receiver's shoulder to stop them from running away from the bad news.

[ SHIELD ]: the sender catches hold of the receiver's shoulder and draws them back and away from a threat, pulling them behind them for their safety.

[ SOOTHE ]: the sender places their hands on the receiver's shoulders and begins to give them a massage.

[ LEVER ]: the sender, wanting to sit next to the receiver, places a hand on their shoulder to ease themselves to the space beside them.

[ HERE ]: the sender taps the receiver's shoulder to alert them to their presence.