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[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Will Halstead (Ft Platonic! Jay Halstead): I'll Call Will 

This was supposed to be short! Why can’t I ever just write a page or two? Oh well- I like how it turned out. I have no medical knowledge and I made shit up.

This is like my People We Love story reversed regarding it being more Platonic Jay x reader than Will x reader.  

You shift and feel Jay’s eyes shoot to you. He had been eyeing you like a bomb that was about to explode since he got to your and Will’s apartment two hours ago. You were trying to ignore him and his detective's gaze, but it was starting to get irritating. “You know if you keep it up, I’m going to take your fun uncle shirt and replace it with a worry wart one.” 

“You’ve been having cramps off and on since I got here, and you don’t look like you feel good.” You roll your eyes at your brother-in-law affectionately. Shooting him an amused look from across the couch and resting your hand on your prominent baby bump. 

“It must be that glow everyone talks about. I'm almost seven months pregnant, Jay. Braxton Hicks is normal.” What you don’t want to tell him as they had been becoming increasingly more uncomfortable. You hadn’t gotten off the couch since he got here because you felt lightheaded with a side of vertigo. “I went to the OB last week for an appointment. They said everything was just fine. No problems, no restrictions.” You tell him and remind yourself.  

You were trying to take the pregnancy in stride. People had babies in fields for years but it didn’t mean you didn’t get nervous sometimes. You had never been pregnant before and didn’t know what to expect and you had learned the hard way that Will was not the one to ask. He was a wealth of information. Too much information. It often made your anxiety worse after talking to him rather than better. He had too many horror stories from the ED.  

Jay looked unconvinced but dropped the subject and went back to watching the trashy TV show you had turned on. The two of you watched another episode and a half with rounds of minor cramping on your part. The commercial was just ending when a cramp so painful jolted through your belly that it made you grab at it and whimper. When you blink Jay is in front of you. He looks angry but you have known him long enough to know it was actually worry clouding his features. “Okay that’s it we are going to the hospital.” 

“Jay, I don’t think-” He doesn’t even let you finish your thought. 

“You either let me take you to the hospital right now or I’ll call Will.” You search Jay’s eyes. “Your choice.” He is clearly over it and reaches for his cell. You can just imagine your husband after a call like that. He would leave work and speed home in a mad dash to get to you. You would feel so bad if he did all that for a few Braxton Hick contractions.   

“Okay! Okay, fine, let’s go.” Jay wastes no getting you to your feet and out of the apartment steering you to his car. “Just what the world needed another Doctor Halstead, Will will be so proud.” You tell him before Jay rolls his eyes and closes the car door. 

You sit in the hospital bed waiting for the OB to come back.  Your doctor was out today and the woman that came in was all warm smiles and a reassuring tone. She must have been new because you didn’t recognize her or her name. “It looks like the cramping is just Braxton Hicks. It’s completely normal and nothing to worry about.” You looked over at Jay who had been lurking near the bed with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“What? It was better to get you checked out just in case.” Jay’s tone is defensive, and you roll your eyes lovingly at your brother-in-law. The OB smiled at him and patted him comfortingly on the arm. 

“It is a good thing that he brought you in.” You look at the woman in surprise because her tone goes serious. “Your blood pressure is much higher than I would like. Have you been under more stress than normal lately?” You sigh as you begrudgingly tell her about your increased workload. “Have you been feeling more fatigued than normal? Lightheaded, dizzy, or any vertigo?”  

“I’m almost seven months pregnant, isn’t feeling off kind of normal?” You put your hand on your rounded stomach protectively. 

“It can be but with your blood pressure being so high it’s concerning. I’m going to order a blood panel just to be on the safe side. Now, let’s take a peek at this baby.” The ultrasound is all normal. the OB points out your baby's face and hand. You look over at Jay who is watching the screen in awe. He had seen the pictures, but this was a new experience. He breathed a quiet wow as the quick heartbeat of the baby filled the room. “It all looks good. It shouldn’t take long for that panel then you will be good to go.” 

A familiar nurse that you can’t name comes in and draws your blood. “Maybe I should message Will and let him know we are here.” Jay pulls his phone out of his pocket and begins typing. 

“Why so he can wait with us? He is working- leave him alone. Besides that was our deal, wasn’t it? There isn’t an emergency.” Jay holds his hands up in surrender. “And will you sit down please- your pacing is driving me crazy.” Jay flops into the chair giving you a ‘happy now’ look. “Geez, it’s like having a real brother.” 

“Yeah, and you're stuck with me. You and that bean, you got growing.” 

You smile caressing your stomach, “I’m good with that.” As much as you had fought him on it, it was nice to know that he cared enough to drag you to the hospital. Jay was protective and you knew he was going to be a lot more than just the fun uncle who only stopped by when he felt like treating your kid to a good time. “Can I ask you something?” At his nod, you continued, “Why were you at my apartment at 2 in the afternoon on a day you knew Will worked a double? Did Will ask you to check up on me?” 

“No,” You gave him a look of disbelief, “No, really, he didn’t. He didn’t ask me to come over or anything like that. He just mentioned that he thought you may not have been feeling good the last few days. So, I just wanted to make sure that you were- Are you crying?”  

You were.  

You had big crocodile tears running down your cheeks, “It’s the hormones. And honestly, that is just the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.” More tears streamed down your face and Jay looked uncertain of what to do. When he saw a strategically placed tissue box, he grabbed it and held it out to you. You grabbed a few and started dabbing at your eyes. Your own family hadn’t been part of your life much since you had moved to Chicago. Not that they had been very good to you throughout your childhood into your twenties. You felt like you looked out for them more than they ever would for you. “I hope you know that I appreciate you and I’m so glad you are going to be in this baby's life. I love you, Jay.” He looked a little miffed but flattered as he rubbed your back soothingly.  

“Of course, I love you too.” 

You had gathered your raging emotions by the time the OB had returned. “Alright, everything looks good. I’m not going to put you on bed rest, but I highly encourage you to take it easy for the next few days.” You thank her and swing your legs over the bed to start the process of getting up, which is much harder now with a protruding belly. The woman paused in the doorway before turning and taking another step back into the room. You and Jay both look at her. “You know, another good natural way to get your blood pressure down is by having sex. I don’t see any problems with you having sexual activity right now. And with the looker you got- I would take every opportunity you get before the baby is the one keeping you up at night.” The doctor gives you a knowing wink before exiting the room. 

You look over to see a mortified Jay. His eyes were closed tightly, and he brought his hand to scrub down the bottom half of his face. The woman had barely made it out the door when you started laughing uncontrollably. When Will walked into the room less than a minute later and looked at you in bemusement as you tried to catch your breath. “Everything okay?” 

You immediately sober, “I told you not to bother him!” Will walked over to your bedside and helped you shuffle off the bed. His hand came to rest in its now familiar place on your stomach.  

“He didn’t, Maggie saw your name on some bloodwork. Are you okay? Everything okay with the baby?” Will’s face was furrowed with concern. You put your hand over his stroking your thumb across his knuckles.  

“Everything is fine. I had some cramping and Jay took me in to be on the safe side. It was just Braxton Hicks.” Some of the tension left Will but you can tell he is still on alert. “My blood pressure is a little high. But don’t worry, the doc thinks it is just from stress. She told me I should take it easy for a few days and gave me a few...natural ways to bring it down.” Will furrowed his brow trying to think of what you could be referring to. Then he turned when he heard Jay cough and mutter something under his breath. Will looked between the two of you knowing he had missed something.  

You give him a soft smile, “I’ll explain later. But really, don't worry, okay. I’m just going to spend the day on the couch watching Love is Blind. Taking it easy and relaxing, just like she said.” You push up on your toes and oblige you by leaning down for a kiss. “Now, I really have to go to the bathroom.” You say as you make a beeline for the public bathroom down the hall.  

“Is she really, okay? It must have been pretty bad for her to feel like she needed to call you.” Will looked even more worried after you left the room. Jay rested his hand on his shoulder to comfort his older brother. He knew that Will had been trying his hardest to keep all of his own worry as a doctor from bleeding into you. He had been trying hard to do everything at your pace and not overstep the line of future dad to doctor. It hadn’t always been a struggle he won. It didn’t help that you hated hospitals and felt like less was more when it came to OB appointments. You had a tendency to cancel and never reschedule them much to his frustration.  

“She’s okay. I was actually already over there. She started getting some cramping and I kind of forced her to come here to get checked out.” A guilty look crossed Jay's face. 

“Forced her?” Will found that hard to believe. It was like pulling teeth to force you into doing anything. You had a stubborn streak to match the Halstead clan. 

“Well, more of an ultimatum really. I told her she could either agree to come in or I'd call you.”  

Will hummed in understanding, that sounded way more plausible. “You were already over there? I thought I told you I was working a double.” 

“You did.” Jay agreed, “You also told me she had been feeling well.”  

The gratitude that Will felt for his brother at that moment was overwhelming. “Thanks, man. I’m glad you were there. It means a lot.” 

“You would have done the same for me,” Jay stated simply, “Besides that what you do for family.” He sighed heavily, “That’s why after I buy her the pizza she has been talking about for the last hour, I’m going to sit down on the couch with her and watch that trash she calls TV. I’ll make sure she is all good until you get home.” 

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[sevcasejay1chicago]

I gotcha Partner- Jay Halstead

Summary: After chasing down a suspect, you have a bad asthma attack.

Warnings: none that I know of.

Authors note: Jay’s installment in the platonic asthma fics. ❤️ Enjoy!

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You have been Jay Halstead’s partner since Erin Lindsey left 2 years ago. You had been friend prior to this partnership, having met at Molly’s as well, so the partnership was easy to fall into. You knew each others quirks well, but you also knew each other’s medical history very well given all the near deaths you two have experienced since being partners. You have never experienced more near death experience on the job before working with Jay Halstead.

Today, you and Jay, along with the rest of the intelligence unit, are sitting on a suspect’s house. This individual has been indicted for multiple counts of aggravated assault and battery, leading the unit to believe that he is involved in a string of assaults at a few night clubs he has been known to frequent. He’s smarter than most criminals. He makes sure not to hit the same club multiple times, but to randomly jump around to throw off any suspicion.

You and Jay were sat in his truck, idly chatting about Matt’s move into the apartment with you and Kelly, when the suspect pulled into his driveway. You both straightened up as Voight began to speak.

“Suspect has landed. Suspect has landed. Use caution. Don’t spook him.” Voight instructed through our radio.

Jay grabbed our tac gear from the backseat and handed me my own. We suited up before slowly pulling the truck to block the end of the driveway. Burgess and Adam came up one side while Voight and Atwater came up the other. You noticed blood on his door handle and quickly jumped out of the truck and rounded it to grab the guy.

“Chicago PD!” You yelled, announcing yourself before moving to grab the suspect. Unfortunately, he was quick to react and shoved you into Kim before running down the small alley way next to his house. “Rabbit Rabbit Rabbit!” You yelled, quickly standing to your feet to pursue. You were the smallest and the fastest, next to Kevin.

You heard Jay flip the sirens and say he was going to cut him off. Kevin was on your heels, cursing about how the perps always run but they can’t run from you all. You shook your head, pushing through the burning in your chest. You were still recovering from your attack a few days prior, so you definitely weren’t in top shape.

You saw the end of alley way, thanking God that this run was coming to an end. Just as the suspect reached the end of the alley, Jay pulled the truck to block it and held the suspect at gun point through the window.

“Put your hands up.” Jay growled, seeing the blood on the suspect’s shirt and knuckles.

You stopped running, coming to a halt at the back of the truck with your hands on your knees. You were having trouble catching your breath as an audible wheeze left your body. You dizzily grabbed the bumper as you sunk to the ground. Jay saw you and quickly jumped out of the truck as Kevin cuffed the perp.

“Y/n?!” Jay yelled, crouching down in front of you. “Jesus. Your blue.” Jay muttered, taking your face in his hands for a second. You were ice cold. “It’s okay. I gotcha partner. Up we go.” Jay muttered, pulling you into his arms and rounding the truck.

“She okay?” Voight asked, coming to open the door for Jay.

“She will be. She’s having an asthma attack.” Jay said over your wheezes. He dug around in the glove box until he unearthed your inhaler. “Alright sweetie. Let’s do this.” Jay shook the inhaler before helping you squeeze the trigger as you attempted to breathe.

“Here. I got a pulse ox from the first aid kit.” Kim said, jogging back from her and Adam’s car. She handed the device to Jay before moving back to give you and Jay some room.

They all waiting on baited breath as the pulse ox read. High heart rate and oxygen level fluctuating between 83-85. Their eyes grew wide at the reading, concerned given that your inhaler should have opened you up by now.

“I’m taking her to med.” Jay said, buckling you in and shutting the door.

“I will give you an escort.” Voight said, quickly running to his SUV that Kevin pulled around after placing the suspect in the back of a patrol car.

“5021 George to Med” Jay said into his radio, lights and sirens blaring as he drove.

“Go ahead for Med.” April said.

“April. Y/n is having a bad asthma attack. Cyanotic, high pulse, O2 is low to mid 80s. Rescue inhaler administered and not helping. ETA 5 minutes. ” Jay reported, glancing over at you as you shook. “Shhh. I gotcha partner. I’m gonna get you help.”

“We will be waiting at the door. Med out.” April said.

Jay put his radio back on the dash before reaching out to take one of your shaking hands in his own. “Almost there. You are doing great.” Jay encouraged, trying to hide his worry.

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[uptondixon]

Upstead Foster Daughter

Did you ever wonder how Upstead would be as foster parents for a teenage girl? Like Hank and Erin, Hailey and Jay welcomed Olivia to their home when she was 16. Olivia holds a lot of grudges and is full of mischief, but she is also incredibly sweet and has a tremendous need to feel like she belongs. To her surprise, Hailey and Jay will give her exactly that. This is a post marriage Upstead where Jay never leaves!

[Chapter I] "If I was dying on my knees you would be the one to rescue me"

Jay is shot and help comes from an unexpected source.

Blood was no stranger to Jay Halstead. Nor is being in the aim of a gun. But actually being shot, bleeding out? This is something you never get used to. 

Jay had been lying on the cold concrete floor for about two minutes now, unaware that minutes had passed. Everything happened so fast. The bullet missed his bulletproof vest and hit his side, invading him with pain and knocking him to the ground.

Jay made an effort but failed to reach for his radio that he dropped when he fell. Being alone, bleeding out from a hole in your belly, is enough to send anyone into a panic. But not him, because Jay knew that was not how he would die, chasing a stupid drug dealer who shot him down an alley in the middle of the day. He wasn't even supposed to be there alone in the first place. 

His team would find him. Hailey would find him.

Half a minute later, Jay hears footsteps coming from the other side of the alley. His hands loosened the hold on his side where he was stanching the bleeding with a piece of his plaid shirt. They got to him, he could relax now. 

The footsteps were soft, they were probably from Hailey or Kim, even Hank coming-

“Jesus Christ! Sir, what happened?” Jay's head moved in the direction of the voice so fast that he felt pain shooting through his entire body. 

His vision was getting blurry, be he could make out a teenage girl who could not be older than fifteen. She was staring at him from 10 steps away and the strain his neck was doing to look at her was making him even more uncomfortable. He resumed his previous position with a loud groan, pressing the piece of fabric tighter against his side again. 

The action calls the girl's attention to the wound, the amount of blood making her gasp and kneel on the ground beside the man. Although she had never seen a gunshot wound before, she knew it was one. She noticed his vest, his gun, and his radio on the ground. He was a cop and he was bleeding out on the pavement right in front of her. She had to do something.

Her hands flew to the wound, joining his bigger ones in stopping the bleeding. She took out her coat, pressing it to the wound. 

“My belt” Jay said, reaching out to it. He had attempted to remove it earlier, but his hands were shaking excessively and he lacked the strength to do so. Just like he couldn't reach for his radio to call for help.

She got the message and took his belt. His badge and gunholder coming off in the process. The girl knew she had to do a tourniquet, so she wrapped the belt around his side, finding some difficulty in doing so, but still managed to succeed. More grunts of pain left Jay as she tightened the belt. 

Her hands and clothes were covered in blood, and her face had some splashes from when she tried to get her hair out of the way.

What to do now? She couldn't carry him, she couldn't leave him here alone to die either. 

“The radio, take my radio” Jay's voice was weaker now, he was using all his strength to not pass out. 

She looked back and stood up to retrieve the radio. She came back and kneeled beside him again, waiting for more instructions. It was crazy how he could still think rationally in these conditions. She felt so powerless because he was the one dying, but he was still managing to tell her what to do. She knew, however, that he was probably trained for moments like this.

“What's your name?” Jay said after a moment trying to catch his breath.

“Olivia” She answered, her voice shaking.

“Yeah, yeah, you-” he coughed. “You pull this switch and press this button” his blood-soaked hand showed her how to do it.

The girl glanced down at the name carved on his vest “Halstead, Intelligence” she read out loud. 

He turned his head to the side, feeling the cold on his cheek. His vision went completely black but he could still hear Olivia's voice in the background.

“Call for help, tell them the address” were Jay’s last words before he started to feel his consciousness fading away.

Jay could not make out what she was saying but the last thing he heard before passing out was Hank's voice through the radio “Who the hell are you?!”

You all recognize the lyrics from the title, right? Thank you for reading and let me know what you think! It's my first time attempting to write a story with multiple chapters so any form of encouragement is much appreciated ♡

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[azurethevampire]

Are you still accepting requests? Because I thought about Jay and will tickling their little sister and now I can’t stop :,)

(I need to stop trying to actually have some kind of posting schedule with these things) Here's the last one of the prompts from last year. Thank you for the prompt, enjoy 🥰

•-•-•-•-•-•

The air outside the city was pleasantly fresh and crispy – the latter because of the current temperature – and breathing in and out seemed easier somehow than in the city. 

Will openly laughed at you as you spread your arms wide and spun around while getting ahead of him and Jay in the hiking path. “Guys, did you know air could be so clean!?” you squealed in excitement, breathing in deeply and closing your eyes to commit the new beautiful scents to your memory. 

In Chicago your nose was always filled with exhaustion fumes, grease from the various restaurants and cafes, smoke and other nasty stuff people got used to smelling. All that here in the wild nature? The absence of all those smells that inhabited your daily life in the city was so harsh you wondered if having an epiphany felt like this. 

“It’s like we never took you camping with us before.” 

“To be fair”, Will said, glancing at Jay, nearly identical grins on the brothers’ faces. “I think Y/N was five the last time.” 

“Six!” You said immediately. 

“Oh yeah, I remember now. You were so scared that a bear would come get us that we had to leave back in the middle of the night”, Jay remembered. 

“Yes. But only because you told that scary story about bears before we went to bed”, you said, smacking Jay in the arm as your brother only smirked at you. “And I was six, so really, I don’t know what you expected.” 

“We probably didn’t think about it”, Will was the one to confess.

•-•-•-•-•

A while later Jay had declared a spot good enough to set up camp. After gathering up some wood for a small fire, you had enjoyed a simple but nutritious meal made on the fire courtesy of Will. You decided that food tasted better when it was eaten outside in the fresh air. 

Then came the time for dessert. 

“Bean, you have the marshmallows in your bag?” Jay asked, already taking a step towards your bag. 

Your head snapped up, eyes widening and mouth agape. “I was supposed to bring those?” 

Jay stopped and Will stared at you like you had grown a second head in a few seconds. 

Will groaned. “Tell me you didn’t forget them.” 

“I thought Jay said you would bring them!” 

“I didn’t! I specifically told you that was the only thing you needed to bring.” 

“Oh”, was the only thing you could say, casting a sheepish look at your brothers. “Shit. This means no s’mores?” 

Jay sighed, his shoulders slumped, even if his eyes glared at you. “No s’mores.” 

“You had one job”, Will said, shaking his head, voice full of disappointment that had for years made your stomach clench uncomfortably. This time was no exception. 

“I’m sorry”, you said, looking away from both of your brothers and reaching for your bag. Pulling the zipper to open it you gasped in delight, bringing your gaze up to Will and Jay. “Whoa! What could this ever be?” You asked, pitching your voice higher and sounding mockingly disbelieving of what you saw. “A giant bag of marshmallows! Huh, wonder how those got there.” 

Jay and Will both gave you looks that clearly told you your brothers were not impressed with you playing around. 

Will snatched the bag out of your hands. 

“Hey!” Your protest quickly turned into a squeal as arms hooked under your armpits, pulling you slightly away from the fire. Somehow Jay had quickly sneaked up behind you and was now restraining you efficiently, his arms still under your armpits, one hand grabbing your wrists while the other hand hovered over your side. 

A giggle bubbled out from deep within you as you felt a surge of excitement and anticipation pulse through your body. “Dohon’t.” 

Will placed the bag of marshmallows behind him, far enough from the heat of the small campfire so the candy wouldn’t melt while he and Jay dealt with you. Then– after taking a double check that the three of you were indeed far enough from the fire so neither of you would accidentally get hurt– he advanced towards you, a smirk the like rarely seen on his face pulling his lips upwards. 

“Don’t what, Bean?” Will asked, crouching next to you, and at the same time Jay’s fingers started moving along your ribs, playing them like piano’s keys. You gasped and burst into giggles, instinctively trying to curl away from the hand – only for a pair of Will’s hands to start their own dance on your other side

“Nhohhooh. Youh - shoho mhehean!” 

“Oh, we are mean?” Jay questioned, pulling his hand away from you ribs for a moment to raise his hand to tickle the underside of your jaw instead. 

You squirmed, turning your head away but not escaping your brother’s fingers. “Yeheheshh!”

“Sure you didn’t get that backwards, sweetheart?” Will asked, stopping his hand and resting the palm against your stomach. 

Jay also stopped and you took the moment to catch your breath. “Uh-huh”, you said after a moment. “I’m sure”, you answered. 

Will narrowed his eyes at you and from behind you, Jay clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. And before you knew it, Jay and Will had unleashed their tickle attack on you once again, keeping at it until you breathlessly managed out between your laughter that you yielded. 

After that, Will and Jay made sure you were okay and the boys made s’mores, while you snuggled against each brother’s side in turn, enjoying the night.

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[aromanticbuck]

What do you mean about fate and FS and Moustead?

Hello! Thank you for falling for my lil trap!

There is so much because I'm longwinded, have fun with this I got too excited getting to put this all into words.

I've been against using "fate" as an argument for FitzSimmons, specifically, since... 2017? Yeah, that's when that half of s4 aired. I'll give you a SparkNotes version, for anyone who didn't watch Agents of SHIELD - Leo Fitz and Jemma Simmons, who I do love as a ship in the early seasons, I have nothing against the ship specifically, just the "they're fated to be together" argument. They met at the SHIELD academy when they were kids, when Jemma sat next to Fitz in a class and they became... friends? They both thought the other hated them and they were gonna be rivals, while secretly admired each other and how smart they were the whole time. Anyway, now they're married and have a daughter, which is cute as shit, good for them, this is not an anti-FitzSimmons post.

I don't think they're fated to be together.

I use the Framework-created alternate reality to make this point every time. In that reality, Ophelia is the one who sat next to Leopold, and that butterfly effects into them being in a relationship down the line. Ophelia specifically set it up to be that way, I get that, I know that's how the Framework arc worked. My username was HoldenDadcliffe across most social media for 4 years, I know what I'm talking about. But the argument could be made that Fitz would have ended up with anyone who sat next to him in class and engaged with him, whether as a friend or a presumed rival or what have you. That's the only point I want to make. It could have been anyone. In the real world, it was Jemma. In the Framework, it was Ophelia. It could have been Matt, my Bruises Verse OC, it could have been anyone. It was the situation that brought them together, not the universe. That doesn't make the relationship any less important or genuine, it's just a fact.

Anyway, I would argue that Moustead is fated to be in each other's lives, especially if we take the possibilities in Bolivia into account. Not necessarily in a romantic way, because soulmates, or whatever you want to call it, don't have to be romantic. I just think they're meant to exist in the world together, and the universe seems to be encouraging that.

For instance, in Afghanistan, Jay did make friends with Knox first. In canon. They were close, they built explosives together, had to rely on each other to survive, the whole nine yards. They were halfway around the world with only their team to count on and trust. They had to be a family to stay alive. And then Knox did everything he did, and that friendship was obviously completely ruined after that, which meant that one of Jay's most important relationships at the time was just... decimated. He had to find someone who he could actually rely on, someone who wouldn't murder civilians because he wasn't taught to handle his emotions in a healthy way.

Mouse wasn't exactly handling his emotions in a healthy way, either, but at least his poor coping mechanisms didn't have a civilian body count, you know? Like, the only person he hurts is himself? It's fine, he gets better, eventually. But the idea of the universe seeing Jay make a friend, and going "wait, no, not that one, come back here" is just so... *chef's kiss* It's just a coincidence, at that point, but there sure are a lot of coincidences, aren't there?

He gets attached to the one other person from Chicago. The one other person who survived that war zone with him. The one person who kept him sane - who he also kept sane - when they got home and had to navigate civilian life again.

They just work, you know? They balance each other out in so many ways. Jay is absolutely driven by his heart - he wants to help people, he wants to put good into the world and take bad out, he wants to fall in love and have a constant presence in his life. On the other hand, Mouse is driven by his head - he's so smart, and he uses that to learn about computers and the world around him, and he has great ideas. They both rely on those opposites so much that it hurts them. Jay holds onto relationships until they tear him apart. Mouse thinks things through so much that he had to turn to drugs to keep himself from unraveling.

They even go so far as to completely reject those opposites in themselves. If Jay used his head, he'd know to let go of relationships and connections long before they hurt him the way the do. If Mouse used his heart, he'd be less untethered, he'd have more connections to his Chicago life than just Jay. Of course, all of my labels for them are just headcanons, but Jay being aspec and Mouse being arospec adds to this so beautifully.

Even if it is all coincidence, that balance is so important to their relationship. If one goes too far, the other can pull them back, and they really make up one fully functional human being together. They share a braincell, for sure, and Mouse usually has it. Jay certainly didn't have it in s5, that's a fact.

I think, with Jay leaving the show - and rehashing the same speech that Mouse gave him with only slightly different wording - the universe might be pushing them together again? Obviously, canon hasn't mentioned Mouse since s4, and we're never going to know if they're actually serving their country together again, but I can pretend. I can pretend that the person Jay called his best friend is still in his life, somehow.

But especially with how s9 went, and that whole year leading up to Jay leaving for Bolivia...

Even just starting with the Knox episode, 9x03, that had to bring up memories that he hasn't thought about in a while. I'm almost certain that he came across a few pictures of Mouse while he was doing his digging, even if we didn't get to seem them on screen.

After that, I want to bring up 9x09. Lovingly, the rushed marriage episode. (I love Upstead, but their romance arc was rushed and if they, the writers, had taken the time to develop the relationship more, they could have navigated the distance much more easily, or at least put off the actual wedding until Jay made his way through his crisis and they were both in a more stable place, but that's just my opinion and not the point of this post, ignore me) I just think about that episode a lot in a Moustead context because of what made Jay panic and rush into it like that. They had to get the FBI off of Voight and Hailey, obviously, but the steps they took had to be personal to him, at least in the context of his friendship with Mouse. A young, queer-coded drug addict, who was the same age that Mouse was when they met, using him and this weakness (that Jay canonically doesn't judge, he literally gave Mouse drug money in s1) and holding that over his brother as leverage, it's... He saw the lowest point of his best friend's life right in front of his face, something that he couldn't fix before and can't fix now, and Jay...

Jay, who just wants to help people, and put some more good into the world, and fix things because he hasn't had much control in his life and now he's older and stronger and he can do something. He used this intimate knowledge he has of people in that situation for his own personal gain, in a way, and doesn't that make him feel so dirty? But he can't think about it too hard, because he's not the one who uses his head. Mouse is his head, the one who would have actually said out loud how stupid and reckless and horrible that idea was and how they shouldn't do it. Because it was exploiting a literal child, who didn't do anything wrong beyond giving into vices. But Jay... Jay is the heart. He finds someone he cares about and he holds on so tight. And he was already engaged to Hailey, so what's the harm in moving the wedding up?

He'd already lost the person he'd been thinking about for months, and it's not like he could just call and ask Mouse to come back to Chicago, not after how things ended. But he could hold onto the people he loved who were close. He could turn an engagement into a marriage. He could insert himself further into Voight's bullshit. He could cement himself in the team and focus on what he had, not what he missed.

Then there was Adam's undercover thing, and the overdose, and even if November 2011, specifically, is from my headcanons, how many times did Jay worry? How many times did he text or call or pop by to make sure that Mouse was high but not in danger? How much did he check in after Mouse's multiple felonies and other petty crimes and make sure he was okay and alive? How many times did Jay have to worry, over their 10+ year friendship, that he'd lost someone he cares about so much?

And then there's s10, with his exit, and that entire episode doing the exact same thing to me, emotionally. 10x03, my beloved, my ride or die, my defining moment... A veteran is doing his best, getting pulled into crime just to pull himself afloat, getting hurt and getting himself killed through that. Isn't that something Jay has seen before? Just with a less tragic finale? Of course he helped clear up the guy's record, so that his family could still get the benefits, and all of that wasn't done for nothing. And then...

He left. He went back to the army, however loosely, basically quoted Mouse's reasons for why - because how else would he explain it? The logic is sound, of course it is, the head handles the logic. Jay just followed the logic laid out for him six years earlier, when his heart finally caught up with it.

And the idea that they somehow ended up in the same area again? Working together and rekindling their friendship now that they're finally on the same page? What else could that be?

It's fate.

#answered #jay halstead #mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #moustead #cpd #chicago pd #one chicago #brief discussion of upstead #brief discussion of fitzsimmons #entirely neutral opinions nothing negative just a thought process #because i love both ships that's just not what this was about #also this can be read entirely platonic on the jay/mouse front #however you want to vibe with it #winterbonesthings #alex says things #i'm gonna think about them all day

[spiritcold5]

#jay halstead #greg mouse gerwitz #platonic moustead #moustead #chicago pd #one chicago #moodboard #bromance #i love finding quotes for these idiots

[sarahmadpeople]

I’ve got you, Will

Summary: Connor Rhodes is there for Will after his building apartment fire.

Pairing: platonic Connor Rhodes x Will Halstead

Characters: Connor Rhodes, Will Halstead, Maggie Lockwood, Ethan Choi, April Sexton, Jay Halstead (mentioned)

Tags: hurt will halstead, will halstead whump, worried connor rhodes, hurt/comfort, reunion

Warnings: none

Word count: 2081

Disclaimer: i don’t own any of the characters and this is purely fiction ~~ not a medical professional so any medical scenes/references may not be accurate.

a/n: back with another chicago med fic, this time, it’s all about Will because he just couldn’t catch a break (i doubt that he’s all okay after everything that happened) and i was craving for connor and will crumbs,, sorry for any mistakes and hope you enjoy ~~

Masterlist

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Connor checked his phone as he went for his break and frowned when he saw 15 missed calls. Said frown went deeper when half of the calls were from an unknown number and half were from Maggie. Conner’s heart raced, knowing that there’s only one reason why Maggie had called him. There’s only person who would make Maggie called Connor.

He thought of the possible scenarios that might’ve happened as he pressed on Maggie’s number and waited for her to pick up. Fortunately for Connor, Maggie answered within 2 rings. It took less than 2 minutes within the phone call for Connor to go to his boss and request for a few days of emergency leave which was granted to him straight away.

Connor rushed home to book a ticket back to Chicago and as soon as he’d gotten the confirmed ticket, he packed whatever essentials he needed and headed to the airport.

Maggie’s words repeated itself in his head. “It’s Will, he was in a building fire and it’s bad. Jay’s unreachable and nobody’s here to take care of him.”

Connor knew that he was Will’s next emergency contact after Jay but he never would’ve thought this day would come. For whatever reason Jay was unreachable, he hoped nothing bad happened to the younger Halstead. Will would be devastated. Speaking of Will, how in the world did he get involved in a building fire?

As Connor was deep in his thoughts, his feet subconsciously brought him up to his gate and for the next 4 hours, he was on his way back to Chicago. Back to someone who he’d never thought he’d get along with let alone care like a brother.

Connor didn’t waste any time getting to Med and when he reached the reception area, he saw April.

“Hey, come on, I’ll bring you in,” April knew why Connor was here. She brought him in to Maggie and went off to do her work.

“Hi Mags,” Connor greeted her, “thanks for calling me. Where’s Will?”

“He’s up in the ICU. He was brought in with severe smoke inhalation and a broken leg. I heard he was pinned after helping to get Hannah out. Doctor Choi is upstairs, he’ll update you more,” Maggie explained.

“What happened Mags? How did it get this bad?” Connor asked.

Maggie looked at him. She sighed. Her eyes were teary, Connor noticed but he was not surprised because of all the staff in this hospital, Maggie was the closest to Will who saw her like a sister.

“You know about the apartment building he purchased?” Connor nodded, Will had told him about it and whatever transpired before that. Then, it clicked in his mind. Connor’s face gave away to Maggie that he had figured it out.

“The entire building?”

Maggie nodded, “That’s what I heard from 51.”

God, just when things were starting to look bright for Will.

Connor was pulled from his thoughts as they stopped in front of a room where Dr Choi was. Their footsteps alerted Ethan, who turned and smiled at the approaching figures. Ethan kept his greetings short, knowing that Connor would want to hear about Will as soon as possible.

“I’m sure Maggie told you about Will’s condition when he was brought in. And I’m sure you know and understand the treatment we’re giving him. We’ve put him under and intubated him to relieve the stress on his lungs and allow them to heal. We’re optimistic that he'll recover with minimal damage, but we’ll continue to monitor. As for his leg, he had surgery to fix it. It’s looking better so far,” Ethan paused, allowing Connor to digest his explanation. It was one thing being a doctor and hearing these information but it was another being a caretaker, a guardian hearing them. Ethan knew Connor understood, but right now he wasn’t here as a doctor, he was here as Will’s emergency contact. Someone personal, and so he needed time.

Connor nodded and asked a few questions which Ethan answered before ultimately asking if he could sit with Will. “Sure, as long as you’re not in the way of any of the nurses or doctors here.”

As he sat down, Connor took in the sight of Will in front of him. It was unnerving to see Will so still and quiet, the guy was talkative and always on the move. Honestly, it scared Connor. Connor and Will started off on the wrong foot but over the years, both of them had formed a tight bond and their friendship was never like the ones Connor had with other people.

“Hey Will, I’m here,” Connor held Will’s cold hand, “you better get better, you hear me? You have to, for Jay, for me, for your patients, for yourself. You’re gonna be okay,” Connor reassured, gripping Will’s hand.

~

It was 5 days after the incident and Connor hoped that Will would wake up soon. The doctors had reduced the sedation as Will’s numbers improved over the days and when Will started breathing on his own, they removed the breathing tube. But Will remained asleep, and he deserved this rest as long as Connor knew Will’s okay.

As Connor sat by Will, for the umpteenth time of the week, Maggie’s words once again rang in his mind.

“Jay left. Nobody knew except for his team and Will only got to know from Voight after he couldn’t reach Jay. God, Connor, the look on his face. People around him kept leaving him and he believed that it was his fault. That it was karma because he left his family a long time ago. He just hasn’t been himself these days and then the fire happened. I tried calling Jay and other methods to contact him but all failed. I checked Will’s details and saw you were listed as his 2nd emergency contact so I crossed my fingers and called you. Thanks for answering and dropping everything, which I know you did, to come here. That man doesn’t deserve to wake up after such a horrific incident alone.”

Connor remembered wincing at the mention of people around Will leaving, knowing that he was one of them and he too left without saying anything, not even a goodbye. And hearing that Will blamed himself made the guilt stabbed deeper. Connor couldn’t think of anything to say so he just settled with thanking her for calling him and updating him with what she felt he needed to know.

Eyes teary, Connor looked up to Will’s face. Time froze as he stared into the brown eyes he’d missed ever since he left Chicago. Apparently as he was deep in his thoughts, Connor missed his friend waking up. Connor could only smile before a nurse, who chanced upon an awake Will, came in.

Then, the next few moments were busy with Will’s doctors and nurses checking in on him and informing him about his injuries and treatment. Connor waited patiently at the corner of the room, not wanting to impose or be in the way. But that doesn’t mean that he didn’t notice how Will’s eyes kept drifting to him. Each time it happened, Connor would smile his way.

Will’s doctor then turned and talked to Connor regarding Will’s care including the next steps now that Will’s awake. It wasn’t long before it’s finally just the two of them in the room again.

Connor sat back in the seat he’s occupied beside Will’s bed. A lap of silence as the two looked at each other. “You-“ Will’s voice cracked, showing how long his throat had been inactive. Connor fetched the glass of water nearby and held it for Will to drink from the straw.

“You’re back?” Will’s sentence sounded like a question. Connor placed the glass on the table and looked back at Will. He smiled as he said, “I came right after hearing what happened, I’m sorry this happened. Good to know you’re gonna be okay.”

“Me too. Sorry to trouble you,” Will managed to say before a coughing bout.

“Easy, Will. You’re still recovering, so save your energy,” Connor patted his back, alternating with running his hand up and down Will’s back, to relieve the cough. “And it’s no trouble, Will, really. I’m just glad that you have someone here to take care of you.”

Will kept quiet. Connor kind of knew what was going on in his friend’s mind.

“I heard about Jay and I’m sorry about that too. It must’ve been hard not having your brother around and even more so for him to leave without saying goodbye. And I know I left too, without saying anything either. But I’m here now and I’m sure if Jay knew, he’d be here in an instant too.”

Connor placed his hand on Will’s arm, “Look at me,” he said and didn’t continue until Will tilted his head up and made eye contact with Connor.

“I know that people around you have been drifting away and unfortunate things keep happening. But it’s not on you, Will. It’s not your fault. So don’t you dare start blaming yourself for the fire.” Connor knew he had to touch this subject as soon as possible before Will could bottle it up and keep everything to himself.

“No matter who was affected, why it happened or how much damage it cost, it’s not your fault. Ya hear me?”

Will nodded. Connor really had a way to convince people.

Connor removed his hand and gave Will the time and space to settle down.

“Thanks for being here,” Will whispered, “I don’t know what to do now,” he said as he looked down and fiddled with the blanket.

Connor’s heart broke a bit seeing Will so dejected. “Hey, it’s okay. We’ll figure this out together, I’ll be here,” Connor then placed his hand gently on Will’s shoulder. “I still have my old apartment, if you want to stay after you’re discharged. We can sort everything else along the way or once you’ve recovered.”

Will was silent and Connor let him be, not wanting to push Will into anything. It took a while before Will said, “I don’t think I wanna stay here anymore.”

Connor, surprised, couldn’t hold himself from asking what Will meant.

“I wanna leave Chicago. There’s nothing here for me anymore. Dad’s gone, Jay’s gone, you’re not staying here anymore and I’m sure the moment I’m well enough, you’re gonna leave again. And I’m not in any relationship. So there’s nothing tying me here except my parent’s graves and my brother’s wife.” Apparently Will was still not up to long talks as he started coughing again the moment he finished his words.

Connor gave Will water to relieve his cough and soon, it stopped but Will was out of breath.

“Okay, you need to take it easy Will, your lungs are still not that strong yet. Now listen, you wanna leave? I hear you and it’s fine by me. But you have to wait until your doctor gives you the all clear, okay. In the meantime, you need to rest and maybe you could start to think of where you want to go.” Connor patted Will’s arm.

Not even a beat after Connor’s words, Will croaked out, “Is your offer still up?”

Connor widened his eyes. Connor had offered Will to move to where he was if he wanted. It was a spur of the moment thought and he didn’t expect Will to remember. “You remembered?”

He saw Will nodding, “But it’s okay if it’s not. I could think of something else,” Will said.

“No, don’t trouble yourself. My offer still stands. I have an extra room in my apartment and I’m sure there are hospitals that would accept you, especially the one I’m working at. But please, don’t rush to make any decisions. Take your time, don’t worry, I’ll be here. Just focus on getting better first.”

Will nodded and yawned. Connor chuckled and helped Will settle against the pillows.

“Thanks, Connor. I’m really glad you’re here,” Will said before he lost the battle of keeping his eyes open.

“It’s okay, Will. I’ve got you. Sleep, you need the rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Connor patted Will’s arm again and settled against his own seat and closed his eyes. He vowed to take care of Will the way Will had done for everyone else. It was the least he could do but first, Connor’s gonna get some rest too.

~

thanks for reading!! ❤️ lemme know what you think about this ✨

#chicago med #chicago med imagines #connor rhodes x will halstead #connor rhodes #will halstead #platonic connor rhodes x will halstead #will halstead whump #one chicago #maggie lockwood #jay halstead #ethan choi #chicago med whump #hurt/comfort

[kitweewoos]

“Is that my sweater?” + Moustead 💜

mouse's sweater

Summary:

Jay is sick, and Mouse is there to take care of him.

Relationships:

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz/Jay Halstead

Jay Halstead & Hailey Upton

Characters:

Jay Halstead

Hailey Upton

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Established Relationship

Platonic Jay Halstead & Hailey Upton

Sickfic

Sick Character

Sick Jay Halstead

Comfort

Domestic Fluff

#chicago pd #cpd #one chicago #moustead #platonic upstead #jay halstead #mouse gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #hailey upton #ask tag #talk to me #aromanticbuck #a tag for alex #kit creates

[cpd-55055]

we need more burgstead in season 10 🙏🏻

This may be an unpopular opinion, but I am not in urgent need for Burgstead. Maybe it's just me, but we already have a platonic male and female friendship with Burgwater. I would much rather see more of that friendship than develop a brand new one.

Burgstead is not a priority for me. If it happens, cool. If it doesn't, cool as well.

What I do want to see is more Bupton. How is it possible that the only two female Intelligence members never interact? Hailey and Kim could be such an interesting dynamic, and it would be an excellent way to showcase the badass females of CPD. It's a shame the writers have never tried to develop it. 😞

#chicago pd #jay halstead #kim burgess #burgstead #hailey upton #bupton #platonic friendship #badass women #anon ask

[the-artof-starting-over]

Came up with what I thought would be just a short little mouse fic but my tired mind wasn't going to let me write anything that coherent so I wrote a summary.... 400 words worth of summary for a piece I thought might total about 500/1000 words at most. So turns out it's going to be a lot longer than originally planned whenever I have enough energy to actually write it

#chicago pd #jay halstead #one chicago #moustead #writing thoughts #greg gerwitz #mouse #jay halstead x mouse #it was originally just going to be mouse but now its definitely moustead #i shouldnt be surprised #also angst #lots and lots of angst #and unexpressed feelings #dont know if its going to be romantic moustead or platonic #but heavy on the feelings either way

[peachyhalstead]

alive | j. halstead

summary: chasing down an offender doesn't go quite as planned (dw it ends fluffy)

pairing: established (married) fem!reader x jay halstead, platonic!reader x adam ruzek

word count: 1.75k

warnings: canon-level violence, gunshot, hospitals, medical inaccuracies

a/n: meet a seasoned fanfic writer's first fic about jay <3 please let me know what you think of this !! also it was originally written in 3rd pov so if you see anything wrong, no you didn't ---- You followed Adam down the alley, weapons drawn. "Chicago PD! Stop!"

You felt your lungs burn as you raced down the alley, nodding when you saw Adam silently gesture to enter through the front door, and he would take the back.

Noticing the door was already open, you walked in, eyes alert for any sign of a victim or offender.

Hearing Adam call out a "clear!" you opened your mouth to do the same, but didn't make it that far as you heard three shots ring out, feeling two sharp pains tear through your body.

Adam, having seen the offender shoot you, quickly fired a round of his own weapon, pressing a button on his radio. "5021 Ida, shots fired by offender and police! We need an ambo to our location, plain-clothed officers at the scene, one in need of urgent medical care!"

Near the end of the block that you and Adam were on, Jay's head shot up to meet Hailey's, hearing their coworker's distraught call into the radio.

The two sprinted out of their location, and down to the abandoned house, hearing the sirens grow louder.

"Ruz! Where are you guys?!" Jay called, stomping through the house.

He felt his heart plummet when he saw his wife on the floor, bullet hole in your shoulder and belly, Adam holding his jacket over the wounds.

"Y/N!" He fell to his knees next to you, letting out a breath when you looked at him.

"J-Jay, I didn't see him coming." You mumbled, breaths shaky.

"Shh, it's okay, hon. You're going to be alright." Jay reassured you, his hands trembling as he reached out to stroke her the back from your face. He shot a panicked look at Adam, who was still pressing down on the bullet wounds.

"Ambo's en route, Jay," Adam said, his voice tight with worry. "She's strong, she's gonna pull through this."

Jay didn't answer, his attention solely focused on his wife. He held onto your hand, willing his strength into you. "Hang in there, baby."

"I'm trying," you answered weakly.

Just then Voight and Kevin Atwater stormed into the room. The sight of you on the floor left them momentarily stunned before they sprung into action. Voight acknowledged Ruzek with a curt nod and Atwater immediately moved to Jay's side, helping apply pressure to your wounds.

The sirens outside grew louder as the ambulance neared their location. It wasn't long before the paramedics came rushing in with a stretcher, immediately getting to work on stabilizing you for transport to Med.

As they carried you out of the house, Jay followed closely behind, fear etched on his face but determination in his eyes. He watched as they loaded yoiu into the ambulance before climbing in right after them.

The team was left in the eerily quiet house -- a stark contrast to the chaos moments ago. Voight looked around at his team, each one wearing an expression of concern and fear for their colleague.

"Everyone alright?" he asked gruffly, though there was a hint of concern in his tone.

Ruzek and Atwater both nodded, and soon the team made their way to Chicago Med, making home in the waiting room, wanting to be there for both you and Jay.

Jay, having hopped out of the ambulance as you were unloaded and ushered into a trauma room, a few nurses stopping him from going in. "Jay, Jay stop!"

The detective pulled a hand through his hair, looking at his older brother, Will. "Will, you gotta help her, man."

Shaking his head, he nodded to where his coworkers Dr. Marcel and Dr. Choi were working on you, who had since lost consciousness. "I can't, bro. She's family, against hospital policy."

Jay hit the wall, tears coming to his eyes. "I can't lose her, man. We just got married, this can't be the end."

Will clapped his brother on the back, jaw tense. "They got her, Jay. She'll be good, she's a strong one."

The two brothers watched as you were rushed into emergency surgery, being told to wait in the waiting room for any updates.

------

Jay stared at the clock on the wall across from him, watching the hands move as time passed. It had been two hours since you were taken to the O.R., and as much as Will tried, he wasn't able to get any more information out of his coworkers.

"Hey, man." Adam walked over to Jay, handing him a coffee.

"Thanks." Jay spoke, voice raw. "You saved her life, Ruz."

Adam shook his head, sitting next to Jay. "It was my idea to split up. If we stuck together, maybe she wouldn't have gotten hit."

Jay looked at his friend. "Don't blame yourself, Ruz."

The two detectives sat in silence, only perking up when Will and Dr. Marcel walked out into the waiting room.

"Is she-" Jay cut himself off, unable to finish the question.

"She's alive. We got both the bullets out, there was some damage to her shoulder, but we were able to repair it all."

Jay let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, grateful smile on his face. "Can I see her?"

Dr. Marcel shook his head. "Not right now. She's being moved to a recovery room in the I.C.U., a nurse will come out to bring you to her when she's settled."

"Will she still be able to be a cop?" Adam asked, the question plaguing him ever since he saw you hit the ground.

"With physical therapy and rest, Y/N should get full function and mobility of her shoulder. It won't be fast, she'll need lots of rest."

Jay thanked the surgeon, shaking his hand before he walked away.

------

Once the team had all heard that you made it through surgery, they headed back to the district to close up the case, the offender in CPD's morgue.

Jay sat up when a nurse walked over to him, smile on her face. Maggie, he recalled, from when Will introduced them a while ago. "She’s awake, she's asking for you."

Rising from the uncomfortable seat, Jay groaned as his back cracked, following Maggie down the halls to the I.C.U.

He smiled when he finally laid eyes on you, blinking blearily as the door opened and you saw your husband.

"Jay," you sighed in relief, her voice barely a whisper.

His breath hitched in his throat as he approached the bed. Your face was paler than he remembered, hair fanned out on the white hospital pillow. The sight of seeing you awake, those sparkling eyes looking at him despite being clouded by painkillers and fatigue, was enough to bring tears prickling in his eyes.

"Hey, baby," he murmured, carefully taking your hand and pressing a kiss to it. "How are you feeling?"

You gave a small wry smile. "Like I’ve been shot twice."

He chuckled weakly, stroking your hand with his thumb. "They said you did great in surgery."

You shrugged slightly, wincing after. "I don't remember much."

"They also said you’ll need a lot of rest and physical therapy for your shoulder."

You nodded slowly. “That’s okay. I can handle it.”

Jay looked at you, admiration clear in his eyes. Despite having just woken up from surgery and being shot twice, you were still trying to put up a brave face.

"There's my soldier," he said softly, brushing a loose strand of your hair from her your-drenched forehead.

Just then there was a soft knock on the door and Will walked in followed Dr. Marcel.

Dr. Marcel greeted you two with a warm smile as he approached your bed. He checked on your vitals before turning to Will and Jay.

"She's doing well considering the circumstances," Dr. Marcel reported.

Will nodded, sending you a comforting smile. "Should be able to get discharged in a few day’s time."

You nodded, looking at the sling your arm was in. "How long do I need to wear this?"

Dr. Marcel smirked, Will had warned him that his sister-in-law wasn't one to sit around and do nothing. "At least a month, but it depends on how your physical therapy goes. But, for a couple weeks, you can't move your arm. We had to repair some muscles in your shoulder, so it'll be sore."

You nodded, thanking the doctor as he left, Will following.

Jay looked at you, sad smile on his face. "Ruz is blaming himself."

You frowned, trying to sit up, wincing as your abdomen throbbed.

"Hey, hey, take it easy." Jay helped you sit up, making sure you were comfortable.

"Can I see the team? At least Adam, I want him to know it wasn't his fault." You looked at your husband, who nodded and pressed a kiss to your forehead, heading down to grab the team.

------

After a few days, you were finally able to leave the hospital. You had signed the discharge paperwork, and Jay walked back into the room after pulling the car around, soft smile on his face when he saw you struggling to get her coat on, one arm still in the sling.

"Here, let me help," he offered, walking over to you. He helped you put on the coat, paying extra attention to not disturb your injured shoulder.

You met his eyes and offered him a soft smile. "Thanks, babe."

Jay just nodded, his throat choked with emotion. He was relieved that you were okay but knew you had a long way to go for your complete recovery. He gently took your hand, gave it a squeeze, and lead out of the room.

As they walked through the silent corridors, you leaned into him slightly. It was subtle but Jay noticed it immediately. He wrapped his arm around you, offering her comfort and support. The worry lines on his face seemed to deepen as they moved towards the exit of the hospital.

Outside, the city was bustling as usual. The harsh city lights reflected off Jay's face as he helped you into their car before moving around to sit in the driver's seat.

The ride home was quiet. The only sound was the low hum of the engine and the occasional honk from nearby traffic. You were staring out of the window, mind lost in thoughts while Jay focused on driving, occasionally glancing over at his wife.

“Hey, Jay?” You looked over at him, voice quiet.

Jay hummed, glancing at you while he pressed on the gas petal when the light turned green.

“Just,” you paused, feeling a teenager in love again. “I love you.” ---- a/n: did u like it? also please don't expect good titles ever titles always make me wanna punch a brick wall

#jay halstead x reader #jay halstead #chicago pd #one chicago #jay halstead x you #jay halstead x fem!reader #jay halstead imagine #chicago pd fanfic

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Jay Halstead (& Platonic! Will Halstead): People You Love

Some stories just write themselves and that is what this one did. I’ve been in a writing mood lately and I have a whole list of ideas I want to go through. This isn’t super Jay x reader-focused. 

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD and anti Will/ Natalie content 

You took a sip of your drink listening to Will talk to his brother about his latest disagreement with Natalie. You had learned at the beginning of your relationship with Jay and first meeting Will that it was not a topic of conversation that you should chime in on.  

Will wanted to be with Nat and there was nothing that could change that to his and her own detriment. You stirred the brightly colored liquid with your straw, listening to the ice cubes click against the glass. It was a sweet drink that Gabby had made for you. You were one of the few who frequented Molly’s that didn’t drink beer and only ordered mixed drinks. You had gotten hell for it from a few of the blue-collar boys, but Gabby had taken that as a challenge. There was always a new drink she had found for you to try. 

You tried to hide your wince by taking a drink when Will went through some particularly low blows of the fight. The saying sticks and stones make break my bone never considered how cutting words could be. Especially from the people who were supposed to love you. “You want another babe?” Your eyes flashed between his eyes and your cup which you now found almost empty. You hesitate, but with the way Will is going, you will probably be here for quite a while yet.   

“Yeah, just one more,” You agree. You watch him leave the table and make his way over to the crowded bar top. He wouldn’t have to wait if not for your drink, but he never complained. You heard a sigh and the loud click of a bottle being set more forcefully on the table.  

“Alright, let's hear it.” You glance up at Will expectantly. You weren’t close but you had acquaintanceship because of Jay. You liked Will but it was hard to form a real friendship with someone when you felt like you had to edit everything you said because they couldn’t handle your honesty. Will had a strong alpha male confidence and ego. He needed someone who could call him to the carpet, but you weren’t willing to risk your relationship with Jay to be that for him. You tilted your head in question to his statement. “I know you want to say something, so let’s hear it.” You shake your head circling your straw in your cup again. The bangles that lined your arms clinked together loudly as they slid down to your wrists. “C’mon,” Will pressed. 

“It’s nothing you want to hear.”  

“But there is something you want to say.” His gaze held yours and he raised his eyebrows in question. There was a challenging spark in his eyes. He was looking for a fight. “You’ve been with my brother for almost a year and never had an opinion you wanted to share about any of my relationship problems? I doubt that. I’ve been trying and nothing has been working out. So, I’m up for a female viewpoint.”  

“What you want is a fight. I like my relationship with Jay, I’m not going to ruin it by fighting with his older brother.” Will sits up a little straighter in his seat.  

“Is that so? Well, this one can be on the house. No backlash or fallout. The way I see it-I asked, you answered.” You eye him up and down trying to determine the truth of his words and if he was able to abide by what he just offered. You looked at the bar. Jay was leaning leisurely against the bar top talking to Kelly Severide, Matt Casey, and Gabby. You could tell he was still going to be a minute. You look back at Will and nod.  

“You and Natalie are never going to work.” Will blows out a breath and leans back in his seat before scoffing and shaking his head.  

“You don’t-” You shake your head at him holding up your hand making all the bangles clank down to the bottom of your forearm, the loud noise effectively covering up his rebuttal.  

“Uh-uh, you asked my opinion and now you're going to listen to it.” Will mouth turns into a firm line but he stays silent. “You two are bad for each other. I know you want it to work, to figure it out, for the little rainbows and butterflies to flutter down to fix all your problems. But it’s not going to happen. You two are bad for each other. She is bringing out the worst in you and from what I can tell- from the very limited time I’ve spent with you together- you are doing the same for her.” 

“I love her,” You shake your head at the redheaded man in front of you. 

“What you're doing to each other isn’t love Will. I know you care about her. Want what’s best for her but that doesn’t make it you. Love is finding each other's soft spots, their weakness. It’s learning and knowing exactly what could destroy them. It’s having all that power and choosing to protect them instead of bringing them to their knees.” You play with a bangle on your wrist twisting it, “I’ve been in a relationship where we picked each other to pieces, and I promise you Will that isn’t what you want.” You feel your eyes mist over with emotion, “It’s hard letting go but when you find someone that goes out of their way to protect you...When you would do anything to protect them...You will know that you’ve made the right decision.” 

“I protect Natalie.” You shake your head at Will getting frustrated with his purposeful ignoring of the issues. “We just get heated sometimes, say things we don’t-” 

“That’s what I am saying, Will. It seems to happen every other week with you too. Over stupid things that don’t matter.”  

“Unlike you and Jay. Because I’m sure you too never fight.” Will shoots back and your frustration rises.  

“Jay has PTSD. I’m more worried about protecting his mental health than notching up our day-to-day bickering. He gets in this headspace sometimes and it is irritating and frustrating because I just want him to talk to me. For him to let me help him. But he won’t. I didn’t understand at first. How could I? Then he had a really bad bout of it after a case. He didn’t hear me come in and I startled him. He pulled his gun on me. Pointed it right at my head.”  

Will felt his own frustration turn into something churning in his stomach. He knew his brother struggled with PTSD from time to time. He knew that he had nightmares and that there were times when he was constantly on edge- hypervigilant. But Will had never been there to see the full extent of it. “When he realized it was me, I could see it all in his eyes. He was afraid that he could hurt me. That I would be afraid to be around him. If he had any idea how terrified I was, not that he would hurt me but that he would torture himself with it. Nobody can hurt Jay like Jay can. The fallout was awful. He struggled to get past it. I knew that it could never happen again.” 

“So, what did you do?”  

You looked at your arm and wiggled it. The bangles clank loudly together. “I made it so I can never sneak up on him again. When I went through my Bollywood phase and bought bangles my mom used to complain that the entire neighborhood could hear me when I walked around. I’m sure one highly trained soldier can hear it coming from a mile away.” You look over to meet your gaze with Will again. “Now when I see the signs, I wear them. That is what you do for the people you love.”  

A look of understanding and respect is clear in Will’s eyes. You give him a smile and feel the threads of friendship beginning to form on the strong foundation of honesty and shared love of another person. “If you ever tell him that-” Will mimics zipping his lips before taking the last pull of his beer. You two sit in quiet understanding, and you can see Will marinating on your words. Whether they are thoughts about Jay or his relationship with Natalie you were unsure.  

Jay returns a few minutes later, setting a vivid blue and green drink in front of you and two bottles of beer for the brothers. You eyed the drink thoughtfully, “Gabby said you had to try it. She called it sweet poison, I think.” You stir it before sipping through the straw. You could taste the rum. Gabby had a habit of being heavy-handed with your drinks. It was good though. You turned to look at Gabby and when she raised her eyebrows in question you gave her an enthusiastic nod. She fist-pumped her accomplishment before turning back to Matt. “That good?” 

His strong hand found your thigh under the table, and you smiled at him. You caressed his forearm with one hand while pushing the drink closer to him with the other. “Yeah, try it.” He made a face at you but took a drink from the cup, not the straw. He merely shrugged his shoulders when you asked what he thought. “Yeah, yeah it’s always too sweet for you.” Jay looks over at his brother. 

“You okay man?” He questions, Will was being too quiet.  

“Yeah,” He runs his fingers through his curls, “I was just thinking... Might be a good time to get away for a while. Maybe do a week trip at Gramp's cabin. Fish and stock up on some more wood for the winter. You want to go?” The offer seems to throw Jay for a second. Between Will’s struggling relationship and Jay being busy with a heavy caseload they hadn’t had much time to spend together. Jay looks over at you and you smile brightly at him squeezing his arm. 

“Yeah, I have some time saved up that I need to go through.”     

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𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

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Mine — @halsteadlover

Dream Partners — @sjhhemmings

Comfortable — @kiddbegins

Babysitting 101 — @iamwhoami

Emergency Love — @callsign-dexter

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Haunted — ^

Night Struggles — ^

Our Little Family — ^

A New Milestone — ^

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Shadows From the Past — ^

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Love on Ice — ^

30 Hours — @dandelionfairyyy

Halstead’s Favorite Duo — @ballarkeselection

Exciting — @fangirlfrom-hell

CPD Gala — @hereforhalstead

Home — @deanstead

The Way You Are — @loislane41319

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Interviews for New Beginnings: Part 7 — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Request 24 — @fandom-puff

Living with Alfie Solomons — @heavencanbeaprisontoo

The Silent Treatment — @warnersister

Luca Changretta

Living with Luca HCs — @heavencanbeaprisontoo

Thomas Shelby

Me Time — @garrison-girl-08

Daddy’s Princess — ^

Tommy Convincing His Wife to Stop Being Angry — @wutheringcaterpillar

Of Bending and Breaking — @call-sign-shark

Mr. Forgettable — @mrkdvidal1989

Time After Time Chapter 14 — @all-mirth-no-matter

Wedding Day — @cillianthinker

When She Laughs, The Heavens Hum a Stun Gun Lullaby — @saintmuses

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The Last to Know — @kdogreads

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Very Soon — ^

My Dove — ^

Ruin — @bullet-prooflove

No Words — ^

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Pussyfooting — @indifferent-depravity

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Violent Little Thing — @fanficimagery

Your Family Disapproving of Happy — @imagineredwood

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Flash Fic Request — @withmyteeth

Cocoa Wars — @darqchilddaydreamz

Miss Me — @marvelous-slut

Just for Today — @obsessedasusual

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Relentless — @violentdelightsandviolentends

Heatwave — ^

Insomnia — @spaghettificationandpretzels

You Aren’t Meant to Be Back Until Christmas Eve — @rebelwrites

Only Mine — @thisreadswhatever

Fluff Prompt — @youvebeenlivingfictional

I’m Sorry — @pumpkin-writes

Rescued — @garbinge

Harry “Opie” Winston

Nowhere to Be — @drabbles-mc

Stolen Sweater — @i'm-just-a-mississippi-girl

Good Honest Work — @spaghettificationandpretzels

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[acewritesfics]

Back Together | Jay Halstead

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Platonic!Female Reader

Request: From anon for last years Valentines celebration. THIS IS A REPOST FROM @/DLMLUFICS.

Prompts: flowers and chocolates, surprise and past lovers reunited. 

Warnings: None. Just fluff. Slight angst, I guess.

Word Count: 961

Jay Halstead Masterlist

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“I can’t believe you talked me into coming out tonight,” Y/N groans as she sits across from her favorite Halstead brother. “Does Jay know you’re spending Valentine’s with his former flame?”  

Being at Molly’s with her ex-boyfriend’s brother was not how she envisioned spending the night of Valentine’s Day. Being the only single one among her close-knit friend group meant that they were all out playing happy couples with their partners while she sat in a bar that looked like a cherub had thrown up all over the inside of it. Her original plan was to sit in her apartment, put on a horror movie and binge eat the snacks she bought yesterday.  

But then her grandpa had been admitted to Chicago Med after having had a nasty fall and being his emergency contact, the hospital called her. Will just so happened to be his doctor and after getting her grandpa all fixed up and ready to go home, he’d asked if she wanted to get a drink with him later, on a completely platonic level, of course. She agreed saying it would be her way of thanking him for taking care of her grandpa.   

“He doesn’t need to know,” Will says with a smirk. “We were friends before you dated him. I miss you.”  

“I miss you too, William,” she smiles taking a sip of her beer.   

“Don’t call me William,” he playfully glares at her.   

She goes to say something when she sees another familiar face walk through the door to Molly’s, her smile fading instantly. Just as he notices her and starts making his way over, she turns her attention back to Will and glares at him. “I’m going to murder you.”  

“But then Jay would have to arrest you,” he says unaffected by her empty threat.   

“We’re never talking again after tonight,” she tells him.  

“I’ll call you tomorrow to see how your night went,” he tells her as he stands up and pulls his coat back on.   

“Where are you going?” she asks, her eyes widening in fear of being left alone with Jay. She hadn’t spoken to him since they ended their relationship 6 months ago. 

“You two need to talk and sort things out,” Will says as Jay reaches their table. “Good luck,” he adds patting Jay on the shoulder as he leaves Molly’s. 

“Did you set this up?” she asks Jay, turning on him. Not wanting to cause a scene in front of everyone in the bar, she grabs her coat and walks out of the bar, with Jay following quickly behind her. 

“Y/N wait!” he calls to her as he catches up with her. “Will set this up to help me out, okay?” 

“You two just completely ambushed me,” she stops turning on her heel to face him. 

“I didn’t know he was planning this!” he admits. “I told him I was thinking about dating again but I couldn’t stop thinking about you and wanting to be with you again. He told me that I just needed to do it and that he knew someone he could set me up with. I didn’t know it was going to be you.” 

“You thought you were meeting someone else,” she asks feeling her heart drop a little. 

“I did, but I’m glad it’s you,” he tells her. “If I didn’t see you through the window, I wouldn’t have walked inside Molly’s. I couldn’t go through with the blind date.” 

"Why?” she questions, her heart fluttering back into her chest. 

“Because I still love you,” he admits aloud for the first time since their breakup. “You are not easy to get over.” 

“I could say the same about you,” she says thinking of her failed dates because she always found herself comparing them to Jay. They never came close to making her feel the way he did. “So where do we go from here?” 

“I was thinking we could go get something to eat, talk it out and see where it leads us,” he suggests. 

“I want to try something first,” she tells him. 

“Okay,” he says hesitantly unsure of what she could have in mind but relaxes when she steps closer to him and pulls him into a kiss. 

Giving into their feelings they still have for each other, Jay brings her closer and Y/N’s arms wrap around his neck, her hands making their way into his hair. 

“I still love you,” Jay says softly after breaking the kiss to catch their breath. “I never stopped.” 

“I never stopped loving you too,” she smiles. 

Jay kisses her once more before slinging his arm over her shoulder. Y/N leans into his side as they walk to his truck. He opens the passenger's side door for her. She goes to get into the seat when she sees a bouquet of her favorite flowers and a box of chocolates there. 

“Oh Jay, flowers and chocolates?” 

“Yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking,” he tells her. 

“I’m sure your blind date would have loved them,” she smiles. 

“Does she like them?” he asks her, reminding her that she is his blind date. 

“I love them,” she says picking them up off the seat. “Instead of going to get something to eat, would you want to head to my apartment, order a pizza,” she holds up the box of chocolates, “and maybe share these for dessert?” 

“I would love too,” he agrees. 

“Good,” she says standing on her tip toes and presses a kiss to his cheek before climbing into the passenger's seat. 

Jay closes the door and walks around to the driver's side and gets in. Starting his vehicle, he begins the drive to Y/N’s apartment and takes her hand into his, kissing the back of it. 

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[wewereborntomakehistory]

How Do I Do This?

Fandom: Chicago PD/One Chicago

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Female!Reader; Kelly Severide x Platonic!Reader; Stella Kidd x Platonic!Reader

Warning/s: Mentions of Divorce, Anxiety and Alcohol Consumption

Request: No

Word Count: 979

A/N: This is based off of the song, How do I do This? by Kelsea Ballerini. You don’t need to listen to the song to get this by any means but I recommend you do! It’s a song that’s been on my mind for a while and I just love Kelsea’s music as a whole! It got a little away from me so apologies for that! I’m also still working on requests and some more chapters of my Jay Halstead fic so please be patient with me.

Enjoy!

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Are you free Saturday? I know a spot

Those two texts come in rapid succession as you finish cleaning the store up. You’d usually try to avoid checking your phone so often in front of your manager, but by this time you were usually the only one left.

What did you have in mind?

You erase the message in-between organizing the new book shipment.

Saturday? That’s a little too close for me.

You erase that message while balancing the books for that day.

By the time you lock up the store and head home, you had thought up a couple million ways to respond before erasing them. Putting your key in the lock and you finally respond with a simple Yes.

Your next thought was right before you slid into bed for the night. Where the hell is your dress?

Specifically, your little black one that showed off all of your curves. The one that was probably lonely from being unused for so many years.

Having split from your husband over a year ago and trying to start fresh back in Chicago, you were worrying yourself into a spiral. You hadn’t been on a date since you were 22 and you were feeling out of place, getting back into the dating scene at 29.

You and your ex had grown apart from the moment your marriage started. You had done everything you could to keep everything together. You—being the one who made more money—had bought a big house. One that had room for you two to grow a family and have a backyard for a dog. It felt right at the time, maybe it would be enough so the walls didn’t seem like they were closing in.

You and your ex had been fine. But that’s all you were…fine. You finally convinced him to do therapy with you and, unfortunately, the final straw for you was when you realized that he loved you more at 23, then at 27.

You had filed for divorce not long after that. He claimed he hadn’t seen it coming, and fought you for the house. You gave into it, wanting him to just sign the papers and be done with it. In the end, when you signed your lease back in your home city of Chicago you finally checked the box “divorced.”

It had been quite the change, getting used to being back in the city. You contacted one of your oldest friends, Kelly Severide, to hang out and catch up.

It was at one of those meet ups that you met Kelly’s girlfriend, Stella Kidd, and the two of you hit it off instantly.

Now a year later, Stella and Kelly were getting ready to get married, and you voiced your thoughts to them about dating again. Stella said that she had a friend who was your type.

You had no idea what that meant, but after a few failed attempts at signing up for one of those awful dating apps, you gave Stella permission for her to give her friend your number.

The day after the first two texts were sent, he texted you again saying: Great! I’ll pick you up at 7.

You remembered at 22 being a little more cautious about a man picking you up for a date, but you trusted Kelly and Stella so you tried trusting this guy too.

It was hard, everything you’ve ever known about dating, relationships, and love had been ruined with the breakdown of your marriage. Now you wished it wasn’t affecting your thoughts this long after.

So is it any wonder that it’s 6:52 on Saturday and you’re trying to reassure yourself by saying you got this during your last looks in the mirror.

“You’ll be fine,” Kelly was saying over the speakerphone as you contemplated taking a shot to calm your nerves, “Do you think we don’t have your best interest at heart?”

��Kelly,” you say plainly, “It’s been years since I’ve been on a date. I’m gonna look so stupid stumbling over myself and what if he brings up my marriage? You told him about that right? How do I fucking do this? Is it wrong if I take a shot of something?”

“Stella,” you hear Kelly call from his end, obviously feeling like he needed backup, “she’s freaking out.”

“Yes I am.” You almost growl in confirmation, “I blame you both for this. What was I thinking?”

“Relax, girl,” Stella’s voice says over the line in a reassuring tone, “I got you. Look, I’ve known Jay for a while okay, and I’m sure you’ll charm the socks off of him.”

“Oh god,” you say, slapping a hand to your forehead almost dramatically, “I know he’s too good to be true. What have you done, Stella.”

“Breathe, Y/N,” Kelly says, his voice clear and unyielding.

There was a knock on the door. You jump slightly, looking up at the clock on the stove. 7:00 on the dot.

You curse, telling Kelly and Stella that he was there. They told you to have fun and they’ll call you later for details before immediately hanging up on you.

Cursing your friends once more, you open the door, and your breath lapses. You were going to kill Stella for understating his looks by saying he was “good-looking”.

He was much more than good-looking. He was gorgeous. His dark hair was cut evenly. His eyes were a mix of blue and green and freckles littered across his features. He was dressed for a date, his outfit lining the structures of his body. You feel slightly better about choosing your black dress for this, you may even want to wake up tomorrow with it on a floor that isn’t yours.

I’m ready, you tell yourself in your head.

And for the first time since this whole thing started, you believe it.

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Hello! Welcome to my blog.

I'm just a normal mentally unstable girl who writes about her obsessions to cope. I love the one chicago series, f1 and all things literature.

My requests are open. I take almost everything One Chicago and may be venturing out further in the near future.

Under the cut is my Masterlist. Enjoy!

Jay Halstead x Reader

Will Halstead x Reader

Connor Rhodes x Reader

Kelly Severide x Reader

Matt Casey x Reader

Antonio Dawson x Reader

Halstead!Sibling Reader

Rhodes!Sibling Reader

Severide!Sibling Reader

Daughter!Reader

Platonic!Reader

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