#moustead

[aromanticbuck]

Jay Halstead, Crisis Counselor

"Are you the police?" "No, I just work with the police. I'm here to help you."

Jay can remember the exact moment he changed his mind about what he wanted to do with his life. He'd made it through the police academy, had a uniform and a badge, was patrolling the city of Chicago for a little over a month and thought he was making things safer. But he got pulled into a shootout that felt a lot like being back in Afghanistan, and he missed all the signs he should have seen in his suffering best friend, and none of it was what he expected his life to be like once he was home.

At four in the morning, Tuesday, November 15th, 2011, he sat in a hospital waiting room and made a choice.

By the time he was sitting in a diner three days later, he had quit his job. Between pestering nurses and refilling his body with cheap, tasteless coffee, he'd turned in his badge and filled out the paperwork to enroll in classes that would start after the holidays. It was almost a complete turn around from where he'd been, and it meant finding a part time job and a roommate - his thankfully alive best friend - so that he could keep a roof over his head while he got his degree. If his brother could get through medical school, he could get a Bachelor's on the government's dime.

Facing criminals and getting shot at wasn't what he wanted to do after all. It was too dangerous, brought up too many memories he'd rather forget, and even his therapist thought that distancing himself from things like that was better for him. Because of her and all of the sessions he begrudgingly attended, he actually slept through the night most of the time. He was able to stop drowning all the pain in too much alcohol, or any alcohol at all. He focused on school, and shifts at the family restaurant he'd gotten a job at, and making sure all of the medications in the bathroom cabinet got taken at the right times.

When Jay graduated with his sociology degree, and passed the test to become a licensed social worker, and his best friend became his boyfriend, things finally settled into place the way he thought they would before he'd turned his own life upside down. There were good days, where he got to work with kids and teenagers who just needed someone to listen to them and acknowledge what they were going through, and bad days, where talking to someone wasn't enough to save them from themselves. But it was a life he was proud of, and he'd saved more lives through engaging in the community than he'd taken overseas, and that was the kind of balance Jay didn't know he'd craved.

[ Mouse ]

#jay halstead #cpd #chicago pd #one chicago #au #one chicago au #moustead #alex does moodboards #november 2011; #no one told me no #apparently kit is mad at me for 'angsting about november 2011' or something #i have a mouse moodboard for this au too if anyone's interested #i just think they're neat #also we watched dashing through the snow on disney+ today #and really i had no choice but to use the first ten minutes as au inspiration #and november 2011 because *gestures to myself* #anyway here's jay's ptsd and alcoholism actually acknowledged #he deserves a happier peaceful life hope that helps #and a boyfriend but that's because *gestures to myself* #i am the gay mouse blog i have a reputation to uphold

[kitweewoos]

Mouse: I will never judge your food opinions. I will, however, judge how you say "abominable."

Jay: Abomidable?

Mouse: There's no T in it.

Jay: I'm not saying a T.

Mouse: A D, then. Whatever.

Jay: Maybe?

Mouse: A bomb.

Jay: A bomb.

Mouse: In.

Jay: In.

Mouse: A bull.

Jay: A bull.

Mouse: Abominable.

Jay: Abomidable.

Mouse: No.

#jay halstead #cpd #chicago pd #one chicago #mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #moustead #Alex made this post #(my phone is dying but i needed to roast Kit on main)

[spiritcold5]

I got too attached to fictional characters and now it hurts really bad because I think about them 24/7 and they have the audacity to not exist.

#stressy and depressy #greg mouse gerwitz #jay halstead #of course it’s them #fictional characters #I’m seriously feeling like shit right now #chicago pd #moustead #I’m sad about fucking Moustead #canon made them dirty and I’ve read all the fics #multiple times

[cassnottiel]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Chicago PD (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz/Jay Halstead, Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz & Everyone Characters: Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz, Jay Halstead, Hank Voight, Trudy Platt, Intelligence Unit Officers (Chicago PD) Additional Tags: Episode: s03e03 Actual Physical Violence (Chicago PD), Missing Scene, Intelligence Unit as Family (Chicago PD), Sort Of, Inner Dialogue, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Nothing too explicit, reapearing after 3 years of radio silence with a fic for a new fandom: omg haiiii im back :3!!!! Summary:

After getting the gun away from Jeff Frazier, Mouse thinks about the future ahead for that man and his daughter, and he makes a choice.

#high class writing #moustead #hey remember when I used to write???? im doing that agian #chicago pd

[aramblingjay]

What do you mean this was a deleted scene? They hugged. It's canon.

#i learned how to combine gifs and now i plan to make it everyone's problem #apologies for the quality this scene was filmed on a potato #talk happy about mouse day #chicago pd #moustead #jay halstead #greg gerwitz #🌻 boy #my gif

[crazybagelbitch]

In honor of a conversation between @libraryofloveletters and I: have a dumb teeny tiny Moustead drabble!

“Really, this is nothing,” Jay says, waving his good arm dismissively, “just a through and through to the shoulder. Much better than the last time I was shot.”

“I swear to God,” Mouse mumbles under his breath, before pressing down hard on Jay’s bleeding shoulder and raising his voice, “sorry, I know it really hurts. Just keeping you alive and all. Don’t you dare die on me.”

“Psh, this isn’t even life threatening.”

“ALL gunshot wounds are life threatening,” Mouse all but growls, taking a deep breath, “I know you’re trying to make me feel better, but considering you’re the one bleeding on the ground, I think it should be the other way around. The ambulance will be here soon; it’s all going to be alright, I promise.”

“Baby, for real, this is nothing. Some of my non-gunshot injuries have been worse than this.”

Mouse takes another deep breath, trying not to lose it. There is nothing remotely okay or chill or relaxed about his boyfriend being shot in front of him, and yet, said boyfriend seems to be feeling all three.

I will not yell at Jay while he is shot, I will not yell at Jay while he is short. Those can’t be the last words I—

“Baby, I’m not dying,” Jay has the audacity to say with a LAUGH, reading Mouse’s mind, “I’ve had so much worse than this, you know that. Besides, when I finally go down, I’m not going to let it be because of some drunk redneck with a gun.”

“You’re not being funny. You were just shot and the ambulance isn’t here yet and you could— you could— you don’t KNOW that everything is going to be fine. Stop being an asshole and let me worry about you.”

“I mean, I guess I can’t stop you.”

“You are insane. You are literally insane. You were shot and you’re acting like it’s just another Tuesday. I love you so much, but I’m never going to forgive you for this.”

“Mousey, Honey, Baby… this is— I’m a Halstead. It’ll be okay.”

“Maybe, but it isn’t okay right NOW.”

“…That’s fair,” Jay concedes, mostly just to keep Mouse from having a stroke, “but one day we’ll laugh about this, yeah? Okay— don’t make that face. Message received. Maybe we won’t laugh about it, but it’ll be… baby, it’s… worse things have happened.”

“I don’t know about that,” Mouse sighs, relaxing just the slightest bit now that he can hear sirens, “I really need to keep you in full armor at all times, don’t I? You can’t keep doing this to me, lovey.”

“If it makes you feel better, Will is gonna flip out, too.”

“That’s the normal, proper human reaction, Jay.”

#jay halstead #mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #chicago pd #Jay x mouse #mouse x Jay #moustead

[connorshalstead]

Hey! If you don’t mind, send me some Moustead and Rhodestead prompts!!! Thank you guys!

#one chicago #chicago med #sarah reese #will halstead #connor rhodes #daniel charles #natalie manning #jay halstead #moustead #rhodestead #greg gerwitz #hailey upton #kim burgess #adam ruzek #hank voight #kevin atwater

[the-artof-starting-over]

Breakfast on your sofa bed

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Pairing: Moustead

Words:3648

Warnings: panic attack

Title: Elvis song - Maisie Peters

Also available on AO3

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“You are staying with me for a while"

"I won't stay long I promise, just a couple of days"

"Mouse, you're not a bother, you can stay- "

"I will figure something out and I'll be out of your hair in no time"

"Greg - "

"Just a couple of days"

Laying on Jay's sofa bed staring out at the midnight sky he could feel restlessness seep into his bones and he began to look around. He noticed the scarcity of things in Jay's living room in the scattered light from the street lights through the partially closed blinds. The lack of personal belongings didn’t surprise him, even though he’d never actually seen inside Jay's apartment until tonight and he wasn’t present enough to look around at Jay's space when he had been ushered in a couple of hours ago. Always declining Jay’s attempts at having him come over felt safer ever since he moved out of the apartment they previously shared right when they got back from overseas. Mouse couldn’t let himself cross that unspoken boundary. That boundary kept him safe, and more importantly, it kept Jay safe, and now he had broken that rule. Not just bending the rule but completely destroying it, Mouse couldn’t make himself relax. He knew Jay was just down the hall, probably asleep by now and waking him was not an option, but neither was getting up and leaving his apartment no matter how strong that urge was right now. Jay would freak out if he were nowhere to be found when he woke up or if he heard his door close in the middle of the night and he had caused enough hassle in the detective's life, putting him in enough danger. So he stayed put, forcing himself to stay on the sofa and he sat up and pulled the blanket tighter around him as if that would prevent him from feeling like he was going to explode. If he could just wrap himself tight enough in the blanket he would prevent all the pieces that were broken from falling away completely.

Standing up, the slightly rough blanket still wrapped around him as if it was holding him together as he wandered silently into Jay’s kitchen just off from the living room where he had been residing on Jay's sofa bed. He was intensely aware of the fact that everything that surrounded him was Jay's. He was wrapped in Jay's blanket, trying to sleep on Jay's sofa, about to rummage through Jay's kitchen and even wearing Jay's clothes. it had been too late to deal with packing up his very few belongings according to Jay. Which led him to be surrounded by all things Jay and that was a lot, almost too much, it was destroying every single boundary that he'd put up over the past few years. Trying not to let himself sink into the comfort that could bring, Mouse forced himself to remember this is all temporary. It would be so easy to fall back into the shared routine that was once second nature to them both. He knew this. This is temporary. The easy silence as they both moved around in their own routines. Temporary. The words of comfort they once offered each other in the middle of the night when the dreams got too real. Not allowed. Not anymore. The quiet comfort that was found in sharing space with someone so familiar with how you operate. Not safe. Not anymore. He knew he couldn't allow them to fall back into that routine again. He was still on shaky ground with Jay after he had withdrawn out of that routine last time. He couldn't let himself get that close to Jay again, not while he wasn't sure he'd be able to stick around again, it wouldn't be fair to either of them. He couldn't let himself get too comfortable, he couldn't allow himself to get used to sharing a space with Jay again like they had done overseas and when they first got back. Jay was in a good place now and allowing himself to enter into that space would mess things up for Jay and allowing that to happen was not something he could ever be okay with.

Entering the kitchen he looked around the space, Jay had always been very particular about leaving anything that could be conceived as clutter lying around, and he understood, that they had it drilled into their brains that they were always to only have the bare minimum with them in the rangers, anything in excess could slow you down or cause you potentially fatal problems down the road. It wasn't an easy message to shake off. Even back here away from the war. Stepping forward, Mouse moved towards the cabinets and was about to start looking around for a glass so he could get himself some water. At least that would give him something to do with his hands. Staying still had never been a strong suit of his. Under the right circumstances, ones in the war provided plenty of, he could do it, and he could be as still as if he was a statue, but now that he was back home in the relative safety that it provided that stillness made him feel like he was straight back into that danger.

"Why exactly are you standing in the kitchen at 1 am?" The familiar voice startled him out of his thoughts. The voice was lower and riddled with sleep than he was used to hearing by now. Meetings with Jay were strictly daytime now unless Jay called him at 3 am having woken from a nightmare. But those times had fallen few and far between as the years went on. It was another rule Mouse had unconsciously implemented, day time was safer. The light of the sun pushed away all those parts of himself that he could only show in the dark.

"Was going to get some water" Mouse replied looking over his shoulder to see Jay casually leaning on the door frame.

"You know you actually have to move to get water, it's not just going to appear in your hand because you're standing in the kitchen '' Jay's reply came back eliciting an eye roll from Mouse who turned around and continued staring at the cabinets. Looking at Jay right now was not going to help him get his thoughts in check.

"I know" he replied, "where do you keep your glasses?" The words felt strange as he said them, the unfamiliarity of Jay's kitchen layout had thrown him into this spiral. He knew it was such a small thing, but it was just a stark reminder that he had let them drift this far apart. Mouse knew that was on him and he could feel the tightness around his chest at the thought.

"Cabinet above the sink, grab one for me too will you?" Jay replied his tone calm and collected and Mouse felt envy flood him. Jay had always been good at acting like things felt normal like everything felt okay. Pushing himself to move, Mouse walked to the sink and reached for the cabinet, the blanket falling down his arm but staying mostly in place around him as he noticed the shaking in his hands as he picked up the glasses. He places one down before filling the other just over half full so he wouldn't spill anything before handing it over to Jay, his shaking hands bumping into Jay's steady one.

Mouse turns back and fills up the second glass as he asks "how long were you standing there?"

"Bout five minutes" Jay replied and Mouse could feel Jay's eyes on him, weighing him down with all the questions he knew Jay was restraining himself from asking.

"Sorry If I woke you up, I was trying to be quiet" he apologized.

"You didn't" Jay replied quickly but his tone was still calm.

"Okay" Mouse paused, silence pouring over the kitchen for a moment before he spoke again "why are you up?" Questioning if Jay had been as troubled by his own thoughts as he had been.

"No reason, just woke up, why are you?" Mouse eyed Jay's sleep-ruffled form, relief spreading through him when he didn't spot the remnants of a nightmare lingering. A sight he had hated and that he had grown accustomed to in the past.

Determining that he'd been told the truth, Mouse could no longer keep Jay in his sights so he looked back down at the glass he was holding, before answering "just the same." The lie was spilling from his lips before he really processed that is what he was going to say. He could feel Jay's stare burning into him as he placed the glass back on the counter and pulled the blanket back tighter around him. The move probably did not convince Jay that he had been telling the truth but the comfort of the steady pressure the blanket gave as he pulled it tighter made him feel enough to make that seem less important.

Breaking the silence Jay almost whispered "Mouse?" It prompted him to look up at Jay not trusting his voice would come out without shaking. As he met Jay's eyes he was stunned further into silence as Jay said "I've missed you," before effortlessly pushing himself from the doorway and walking back into the dark hallway towards his room as soundlessly as he had arrived.

Mouse could feel his head spinning as the silence took over the room and he was alone once more. Jay's words were floating around in his head as he was left alone in the kitchen and he tried to hold on to them in an attempt to not let the warmth that had spread through him dissipate.

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He woke to the clattering of kitchen activity muddled through the walls only slightly and the smell of bacon wafting through Jay's apartment. After rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Mouse forces them open begrudgingly, wishing he could fall back into his sleep which was dreamless for once. However, he knew Jay, and that came with the knowledge that once Jay got started for the day he wasn't going to stop, and he didn't want to intrude anymore into Jay's routine than he had to. Things weren't how they used to be, he was a guest now. Jay was just being kind, trying to keep him out of trouble and Mouse didn't want to add any more burden to that. All he wanted to do was unload the burden, and if that meant waking up at whatever ungodly hour Jay decided was the start of the day then that is what he was going to do. He would be out of Jay's hair in a few days and he could unburden him entirely and also not have to wake up to the moon still casting a glow in the dark sky.

As Mouse pushes himself up so he is sitting Jay pushes the door open and enters the room looking down at the two plates in hand with a careful concentration that makes him smile tiredly. He had missed getting to see this side of Jay, but with the rules, he has so carefully constructed his time with Jay, only allowing Jay to see him when the light could send everything he was trying so desperately not to feel crawling off into the shadows out of sight.

But here Jay was, clearly not long awake with his hair still a little unkempt; a loose and crumpled black t-shirt and sweatpants presenting a much softer version of Jay than Mouse had let himself, bear witness to in a long time. He felt the twist in his gut as he forced his eyes away from Jay, his gaze falling back to his hands curling up into the blanket that had fallen looser throughout the night.

"Oh good, you're awake!" Jay's voice was far more upbeat than mouse thought anyone had the right to be at whatever god-awful time it was. "I made us breakfast."

"You didn't have to do that, I should -"

"Mouse it's okay, I wanted to" Jay's voice was calm, Mouse wished he could feel even half as calm as Jay sounded but instead he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

"I will do the dishes, okay?"

"If you insist" Jay's tone was playful, a lopsided smile gracing his face.

Mouse tried to replicate that lightness as he replied "I do," but the heavy weight of his guilt was clear.

The smell of breakfast became stronger causing Mouse's stomach to flip as the smell overwhelmed him, as Jay reached the sofa bed. Mouse brought his legs into a crossed position so that Jay could have the space to sit down and so that mouse could place his plate in his lap.

"Thank you" his voice sounded as small as he felt as he took in Jay sitting next to him.

The silence settled over them as Jay tucked into his breakfast and Mouse pushed his found around the plate. He was forcing himself to breathe in through his mouse to keep his nausea at bay.

Jay glanced over noticing the still full plate and his eyebrows furrowed in worry. “I could make you something else” he offered.

“No no, this is good thank you,” taking a bite for emphasis. Albeit a small one. “Just still waking up” he excused.

Mouse kept his head down and focused on taking controlled bites of his food. It was then he properly realized that Jay had made his favourite breakfast, that he had remembered that these were the only foods he could handle first thing in the morning. The ones that wouldn’t overwhelm him with their texture. His heart swelled at the realisation, his movements coming to a halt.

Jay noticed the sudden stilling of Mouse’s movements and looked over concerned but it just takes a few seconds for his movements to return so Jay leaves him be.

Mouse makes it through about half of the plate before he knows he can not physically handle eating anything else so he leans and places his plate down on Jay’s coffee table before leaning back against the sofa bed. “I’ll clean up in just a minute, promise”

“It’s okay, there’s no rush,” Jay said, and Mouse could feel his eyes on him in that way that Jay had, the way that somehow let him see straight through him and know exactly where his mind was. It was always useful out in the field but sitting together in Jay’s apartment after years of Mouse trying to force distance between them was unsettling. He started to absentmindedly pick at his nails as he tried to pull his mask back over anything that Jay might be able to read. “You’re not a guest here Mouse, you will never be a guest in my life.” the words came out softly and if there had been anything else for Mouse to focus on he might not have heard them. But he did, and they caused his heart to stutter as he tugged on the inside of his lip, the pain allowing him to keep some semblance of focus as things started to drift.

Mouse couldn’t bring himself to stay anything, not with his heart in his throat, so once again Jay broke the silence. “I never really understood why you left, things were getting better, we were getting better, getting back on our feet and then you left with only a note that said not to worry” Jay’s voice was soft, but the words were cutting Mouse’s heart into ribbons as if they were as sharp as knives. Jay breathed out a heavy sigh before continuing “You were always on my mind, I was always hoping you were okay, basically all I'm trying to say is, I was always hoping you’d come back home, and I know you didn’t exactly choose this but I'm glad you’re here.”

With every word, Mouse felt the pressure build inside of him, and the crawling on his skin intensified. This conversation was too much for him to digest this early or maybe ever but definitely while he was still trying to wake up properly. “Jay” he choked out hoping he didn’t come across as broken as he felt, he felt truly in over his head as he lifted his eyes to meet Jays which were already boring into him causing Mouse to screw his eyes shut for a moment. It was all just too much. The intense stare, the rough blanket rubbing on his crawling skin, the words reverberating around in his brain. Mouse jumped out from the sofa, allowing the blanket to fall as he began to pace around jay’s living room, maybe if he could move at the same speed as his thoughts they would seem to slow down.

Everything around Mouse got fuzzy as he tried to focus on nothing but his breathing, he had lost Jay to the spinning room and the wind rushing in his ears. Reaching out, Mouse touched the wall in front of him, feeling the cool, smooth surface under his palm gave him a little sense of where he was. With the corners of his vision darkening, he allowed himself to use the wall as guidance to lower himself to the ground. His vision is a little steadier now and has a more solid position, his knees up to his chest, hands raking through his hair and pulling. The pain grounded him just enough to focus back on his breathing and to see the fuzzy figure in front of him.

The rushing of the wind was dying down enough that Mouse could make out that Jay must be speaking but none of the words were clear enough for him to process.

“Breathe,”

“... gonna be..."

“.. got this”

“...here.. Yeah, that’s it, deep breathes”

Jay’s voice was becoming clearer but Mouse kept his head down, unable to look at Jay's face, to see all the disappointment in his gaze would just send him spiraling once more.

“You’ve got this, you’re doing so good”

“I’m sorry” Mouse chokes out pulling a little on his hair.

“You have nothing to apologize for Mouse, I shouldn’t have said all that, not first thing in the morning, not when, i just, i’m sorry” Jay’s words sounded heavy and as he stumbled over the end Mouse lifted his head to glance at him. Jay was crouched down in front of him, looking like he wanted to reach out but he had to hold himself back knowing Mouse’s aversion for touch, not wanting to overstep. Not wanting to set of another panic attack right when Mouse was finally calming down.

Scrunching his eyes shut for a second, Mouse patted the ground next to him, gesturing for Jay to sit next to him. As jay did just that Mouse breathed out a sigh before leaning back into the wall, and letting his eyes focus on the plain wall opposite him, anything to not have to look at Jay, not while he says everything that he has to.

“I shouldn’t have left the way i did” his words came out quiet but with the silence surrounding them and the way there was only about an inch of space between them Jay was able to hear him clearly. “I just couldn’t, i couldn’t bring you down with me, not when you were getting better, and i was so happy for you and so proud of you and i just couldn’t”

“Mouse, we were getting better…” Jay sounded broken. He was fighting the urge to reach out and hold Mouse, being able to convince himself that he really was here and he was safe.

“You were doing better Jay, i was doing better at pretending,”

“I… i didn’t know, I should have, i’m so sorry”

“None of this is your fault, i promise, i Just knew you were going to be better off, i didn’t want to mess things up for you, and i mean look at you Jay, you’ve made it into your dream unit”

“I’m always better when you are by my side, Mouse.” tears burned in Mouse’s eyes as he listened to Jay and he could feel the lump in his throat not allowing him to say anything. Jay continued, “Listen, whether or not I mess up is on me, it’s not on you. Just as it’s on you to not mess up your own, but we can be there for each other regardless.”

A silence settled over the pair as Mouse kept his focus on his breathing and keeping the tears at bay, even if they were burning to fall. Jay looked over at his best friend and his heart tore at the sight of him, he wasn’t used to this sight, not for a long time, not since they first got back.

“Look, all im suggesting is you stay with me for a while, we can have breakfast on my sofa bed, you will be safe here, Mouse please, just stay, i’ve missed you.” Jay pleaded and Mouse forced a nod. There hadn’t been a time since he left that jay hadn’t been on his mind, and he really did miss his best friend. He may have given everything up before but he just couldn’t bring himself to leave again, it hurt enough the first time. He didn’t know if he could survive it again.

After some time Mouse finally manages to say “I want you to know i really appreciate you doing this for me” his voice was tight with the tears that were still threatening to spill but he had to let him know.

Jay reached over and squeezed his shoulder quickly and said “You were there for me right?”

#breakfast on your sofa bed #its finally done #sorry if it sucks i just wanted it to be done tbh #i hope you enjoy though #moustead #mouse chicago pd #mouse fic #mouse gerwitz #jay halstead x mouse #greg mouse gerwitz #jay and mouse #jay halstead #chicago pd #chicago pd fic #one chicago

[firefighterbracket]

I have the bracket updated

I will be posting it after the romantic friendship poll ends

so the announcement for the one-off poll can be made at the same time, if applicable

#not a poll #announcement #yes i'm still using moustead as a bribe #if they win y'all get a silly little poll #is it worth it? #not for most of you i'll be real

[5021george-jayhalstead]

Cheers to the weekend with Mousestead (or Moustead?)

#jayhalstead #jesseleesoffer #chicagopd #onechicago #5021george

[aromanticbuck]

Mouse: It's from my mother. Jay: What is it? Mouse: It's heavy... must be her hopes and dreams for me. Jay: I thought she discarded those years ago.

#one chicago #cpd #jay halstead #mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #moustead #chicago pd #incorrect quote

[kitweewoos]

not fair (like we hoped)

Summary:

After his divorce, Jay is having a rough time, and Mouse is there to help him.

Ship: Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz & Jay Halstead, Past Jay Halstead/Hailey Upton, Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz/Jay Halstead

Rating: Teen Audiences & Up

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 2,956

Chapters: 1/1

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Post-Divorce

Pre-Slash

Bisexual Jay Halstead

Coming Out

Talking

Late Night Conversations

Can be read platonic or romantic

up to you

[read it now on ao3]

#chicago pd #cpd #one chicago #moustead #upstead #past upstead divorce #mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #jay halstead #hailey upton #upstead divorce arc #bisexual jay halstead #chicago pd moodboard #cpd moodboard #one chicago moodboard #kit creates #kazoo moodboard

[spiritcold5]

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

[cassnottiel]

Those gay cops are trying to get me

#moustead is stalking me like a mountain lion stalks its prey

[aramblingjay]

I think this is technically cheating but I want to hear about both "we could head to the coast" and "nickname"

Thanks for the ask! ❤️

We could head to the coast is a two-shot geraskier fic. First part - Jaskier convinces geralt to go to the coast with him because the poor man deserves a break, and it’s wonderful and relaxing. And then the second part is an au look at Jaskier asking him again in 1.6

Here’s a little snippet!

“I want to go to the coast,” Jaskier says brightly one evening.

Geralt looks up from counting potions to Jaskier lounging against a log beside the fire, popping nuts into his mouth between words. He looks, despite every evidence Geralt has seen to the contrary over the last seven years, like he belongs out here amidst the forest, as familiar to walking the Path as Geralt himself.

“Hmm?” Geralt asks, because Jaskier hates when he doesn’t respond, and Jaskier looks too beautiful illuminated in the red-orange glow of the firelight to sulk.

Nearly a decade of experience must mean Jaskier correctly parses that particular hmm into the intended set of questions, because he responds as though he’s heard Geralt verbalize every one of them explicitly.

“Anywhere along the coast, I’m not picky. Yes, I do mean now. It’s the birth of summer, the season of sun and warmth and happiness, Geralt. This is the perfect time to take a break. Just for a week or two. No contracts, no monsters, just sun, sand, waves, and music.”

Nickname is a mouse-centric moustead fic with the following tentative focus:

It’s a silly nickname, and he’s the first to admit it. Then again, nothing in all his life has ever felt so right.

Or: How Mouse got his name, and why he keeps it.

Basically, it’s meant to be a look at his relationship with his parents and the name they gave him, as well as how and why he becomes mouse instead. Here’s a little snippet!

When Gregory is nearly five, he goes off to school with all the other nearly-five and exactly-five and just-over-five-year-old kids. His birthday is in September, right as the air turns all chilly and he has to wear a jacket to go play outside with Jason, and Daddy says that’s why he snuck in just under the cut. Daddy says it all proud, ruffling his hair, so Gregory assumes it’s a good thing.

The only other good part about the whole school thing is that at least he and Jason get to spend the whole day together, because Jason is starting school too. Jason’s birthday is in December, when it’s so cold he can turn the air white if he breathes really hard, and that means Jason is already six. Daddy says it—not proud, but something else, almost like it’s a bad thing, so Gregory hopes he doesn’t turn six for a long time.

Daddy also says no Gerwitz under my roof is going to underachieve in academics when Gregory asks why he’s supposed to go to school when really there are many other things he and Jason could do together, and Gregory isn’t quite sure what all of those words mean. Just go make me proud, son, Daddy says when he asks—and Gregory already knows that when Daddy is proud there are smiles and head-ruffles and sometimes even hugs, so he really hopes that in school they’ll teach him how.

#ask #geraskier #moustead

[crazybagelbitch]

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.” + Mouse and Jay 💜

this is just straight up silly i'm sorry lmao

Mouse hears footsteps bounding down the stairs into his tech dungeon-- that's what Platt calls it-- and smiles. He knows those footsteps; only one member of Intelligence is willing to risk falling down the stairs like that.

Reckless idiot, Mouse thinks to himself affectionately.

"Oh, good, you're here!" Jay announces cheerfully, before handing him a box tied up with a bow, "hold this."

"Did I forget out anniversary...?"

Jay turns to him, patented glare of sass on his face, "Greg, we've been dating less than a year."

"Whose birthday did I forget then?"

"No one's," Jay sighs, rolling his eyes for show, "it's for Antonio."

"Why are you giving me--"

"Because he'll see it upstairs, and I'm waiting to give it to him at the end of the day," Jay states, as if he's obvious and it's Mouse's fault that he's not following. If it's not Antonio's birthday, why has Jay gotten him a gift? And why does it have to be hidden under his desk until the end of the day?

"It's no one's birthday... but it is the day someone is signing their divorce members."

Mouse chuckles despite himself, not wanting to encourage Jay's behavior but being too amused by it to try and fake having some higher moral ground.

"This box is full of alcohol, isn't it?"

"I love you!" Jay says playfully, winking and then kissing Mouse on the cheek, before bounding up the stairs much like how he had descended them--

--Except this time Mouse hears a crash and an "oww" about halfway up the staircase.

Sorry Antonio, Mouse thinks to himself, I might need to keep this.

#moustead #mouse x jay #jay halstead #mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz