#Connor Rhodes fanfiction

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• Pairing: Connor Rhodes x Fem!Reader.

• Requested: yes by anon.

• Summary: Connor shows his possessive and jealous side and you love every bit of it.

• Warnings: jealousy, few curse words and I don’t know what else, please let me know if I missed any lol.

• Word count: 1930.

• A/N: I’m not sure about this one but here it is anyway since I was too lazy to write it all over again 😭 I hope you’ll like it, looking forward for your opinion. Comment, like and reblog, it’d would mean the world 💕 I love you all xx

Connor's first case since coming back to Med’s was fairly simple.

He thought that day would go uneventful. He thought.

An elementary school girl was taken to the ER after her teacher called 911 because of an intense abdominal pain and after an ultrasound it turned out to be a case of acute appendicitis.

“She’ll need surgery, where are the parents? We need their consent,” Connor had asked Natalie while they examined the little patient who was still writhing in pain. She was given a small dose of morphine to calm some of her excruciating pain.

At that same moment Maggie entered the room and Connor glanced at her as he tried to calm the little girl, whose name turned out to be Daisy. “Her teacher is here and asked about a doctor.”

“I'll talk to her,” Connor said and Natalie nodded.

Connor and Maggie exited the patient's room and his gaze fell on a figure near the nurses' station who was filling out some forms.

He tried to keep an expression as serious and impassive as possible even though internally a flock of butterflies had just exploded in his stomach.

There was no need to even take a double take, he would’ve recognized that figure even in a crowd of thousands of people. After all, how could he not recognize his own girlfriend?

You were a teacher and taught science in an elementary school but what were the chances that you would’ve been the little girl’s teacher?

You and Connor had been together for about few months them so none of his colleagues knew you existed yet. He had to act like he didn’t know you, like he didn’t want to breathtakingly kiss you right then and there.

He couldn't help but let his eyes wander over your body suppressing the innate desire to approach you and grab your ass like he always did.

He approached the nurses' station, hands shoved in his uniform pocket. “Ma’am.”

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard not a voice but his voice. You immediately tried to suppress the smile that threatened to appear on your face as well as the urge to giggle since he knew how much it annoyed you when he’d call you ‘ma’am’.

“It’s ‘miss’, actually.”

You said when you turned to him, pen still in your fingers as you gave him a polite smile and chuckling to yourself when you saw Connor press his lips together in an attempt not to burst out laughing.

“Nice to meet you miss, I’m doctor Rhodes. I’m treating Daisy.”

Your eyes quickly scanned his body, trying to maintain composure and not blush like a fourteen year old when thoughts about you and him in his bed that morning crept into your mind.

“How is she, doctor?” You asked, failing miserably at not giving him a little mischievou smile.

“Unfortunately I cannot discuss my patient's health status with people outside of her family. I wanted to ask you if you have by any chance notified her parents? We need to talk to them,” he replied in a professional tone although the way his eyes shone as they spoke to you and the way he couldn't help but check you out gave him away.

Maggie and April, who were there at the time and witnessing your conversation, couldn't help but exchange a knowing look.

They had both thought the exact same thing.

There was no way you and Connor didn't know each other.

It was so obvious and even funny how you both tried to maintain a professional and unemotional facade. But the way he looked at you, the way his eyes had never left yours, the way his body was totally turned towards you and in which he seemed to be imperceptibly drawn continuously towards yours had revealed there was no way in hell that he didn't know you.

But it was also how your head was tilted slightly as you spoke to him, how you kept touching your hair, how you batted your eyelashes and the shadow of a smile that never left your lips that had given definitive confirmation that you two knew each other very well.

And not talking about the fact you two were blatantly flirting.

“I came here in a hurry so I didn't have time to call them, but I'll do it right away,” you had said and Connor had nodded, trying to keep himself from following you with his eyes as you walked away to make the call but failing miserably.

“Connor oh my god! What was that?!” April screamed/whispered, approaching Connor with Maggie, a look of pure surprise and amazement on both their faces. “You know her?!”.

Connor shrugged nonchalantly. “N-no of course not.”

“Oh come on we saw the way you looked at each other, you clearly know her and there is definitely something going on!” Maggie retorted.

“She's just a good looking woman, that's all,” Connor remarked even if ‘good looking’ didn’t even come close to how gorgeous you were.

All his attention though had shifted from Maggie and April for a moment, his eyes falling on the two doctors that were talking as they looked through some patients' medical records.

He saw the direction of their gaze, hearing the comments about the object – or rather the person – that had attracted their attention.

“Man if she was a stripper I would’ve spent my whole salary on her, did you see that ass?”. One of them had confessed to one of them while he was pretending to fill out the medical records even though he was watching you like a hawk while you were talking on the phone.

“I would’ve never skipped a class if I had a teacher as hot as her,” the other continued laughing.

“You think she has someone?”.

“Oh I hope not, but if it is he is a damn lucky bastard.”

Connor clenched his hands into two fists, almost having a brain aneurysm.

A wave of jealousy washed over him, every cell of his body exploding with anger at hearing the words directed towards you who unawarely continued to talk on the phone.

His jaw clenched as he struggled to stay calm, but God how much he wanted to beat the shit out of those two sons of bitches. He hated the way they looked at you, the way they made those disgusting comments about your body.

He hated it so much because that was the way he looked at you.

He was the only one who could make those comments about you, the only one who could have those sinful thoughts about you, the only one who could touch and admire you.

Your ass, your legs, your smile, your laugh, that twinkle in your eyes when you looked at him, that body, all of this were his.

It was as if his mind had gone into blackout, as if all his reasoning, judgment and common sense had just flown away because now all he could do was imagine the bastards' heads banging against the wall over and over again.

Drastic? Perhaps. Excessive? Probably. But Connor didn't give a fuck.

And it was in fact at that precise moment that he did something he’d never have thought of doing for anyone.

“Daisy's parents are…-” you announced as you ended the call and walked back to the nurses' station but stopped on your tracks when Connor came towards you, and a confused expression appeared on your face.

Your eyes widened and you almost had a heart attack when he grabbed your face and crushed his lips on yours.

He didn't give a shit.

Neither that you both were keeping your relationship a secret anymore, nor that you were in the middle of the ER, nor that everyone at that moment had stopped to witness that scene.

He wasn’t thinking clearly and in that moment it was that part of him with which he had never come face to face before that controlled him, that primitive and caveman part he was hating so much.

Even though that gesture had taken you completely by surprise, your body reacted before your mind could even understand what was happening, so you kissed him back, feeling your breath stopping in your lungs. Your hands slid up his chest and fisted his uniform as he wrapped his arms around your hips, sliding his hands down to your ass.

He didn't care he’d receive an endless scolding for what he was doing, he didn't care about the voices that commented the scene, he didn't care that everyone saw his hands squeezing your ass.

He didn't care because he wanted them to see, he wanted everyone to know you belonged to him, that he was the only one who could kiss you, fuck you, squeeze that stripper ass, that loved you.

You broke away from the kiss before the situation could escalate, your heart pounding and your legs shaking like jelly. “Babe oh my god…-”.

“You’re mine, you know that right?” He whispered. “Only mine.” His hands moved up from your ass back to your face and his thumbs caressed your cheekbones before placing a small kiss on his lips. “And I love you.”

Woah hold on.

Did he fucking say ‘I love you’? In an ER?

Wait. Connor loves me?

You looked at him in shock but you didn't have time to process and figure out what the hell was going on because he grabbed your hand and led you back towards the nurses' station, where Maggie and April's jaws were now on the floor.

“Meet my girlfriend, Y/n,” he announced, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close as you were about to faint. Your heart was beating so fast you feared you’d need a defibrillator to revive you sooner or later.

You were so shocked you couldn’t elaborate a word, fuck you couldn’t even think about one.

Connor's eyes focused on the two doctors that had been talking about you until recently but who at that moment were looking around embarrassed.

“You wanted to know if she was taken? Yes, she is. I’m the lucky bastard who gets to have her and now let me hear one more thing about my girlfriend, I fucking dare you.”

You looked with confusion at your boyfriend, then at the doctors he was glaring at, and then back at him. You had no idea what he was talking about and you were so dazed and confused that your mind didn't know what to process first.

From the way Connor’s hand was gripping your hip, the way he held you so close to him, and the way he glared at the two doctors, you imagined it was somehow about you. And although the embarrassment of being the center of attention made you want to be swallowed by the floor, you couldn't help but feel… Flattered.

Was this the right word?

You didn’t know.

You couldn't even describe it, but that jealous, protective side of him lit a fire inside you that burned every single fucking cell of your body.

You knew Connor always had this protective instinct towards you but knowing he had ‘marked his territory’ so blatantly, just to stop whatever they were saying, made you giggle to yourself like a teenage girl.

It was so damn hot and sexy, more than you would’ve ever expected.

And instead of thinking about how out of place or inappropriate that gesture was, the only thing you could think about as you looked at Connor was how good he was going to get it that night.

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could you do a connor piece with these two prompts? theyre not from the same list so i hope thats okay 🩷

"I'm not gonna let you cum no matter how much you want it."

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“So, what's going on between you and [name] recently? You guys seem to have gotten close all of a sudden."

and its like the reader is a firefighter at 51 and close to kelly or casey / got closer to one of them and yeah :)

All Yours - [ Connor Rhodes ] 18+

Prompt: “So, what’s going on between you and [name] recently? You guys seem to have gotten close all of a sudden.” + “I’m not gonna let you cum no matter how much you want it.”

Word Count: 2550 i couldn’t stop myself

Warnings: female!reader, strong language, jealousy, possessiveness, smut - [ vaginal fingering, oral - fem!receiving, edging, dirty talk… so much dirty talk, unprotected sex ]

A/N: i was so nervous to post this cause it feels so goddamn filthy but i did it anyway so hopefully y’all enjoy it and i didn’t go way off the rails lmao

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You knew something was wrong the minute you got into the car and Connor hadn’t immediately kissed your cheek then asked you how your shift was. You could tell simply by the way he stayed silent the whole ride home, his hands gripping the steering wheel with such force that his knuckles had turned white and you were surprised they hadn’t broken through his skin.

It was unlike him to not ask you a hundred questions revolving around your day at work, and even more unlike him not to kiss you, so if you hadn’t been suspicious enough, then his stiff posture and lack of eye contact with you would have been evidence enough. And when he didn’t place his hand on your thigh each time you stopped at a red light, you knew you were in trouble, only you had no idea why.

You didn’t know what was bothering him, what you could have done to make him this way, and in all honesty you were scared to ask which is why you stayed as quiet as he did during the ride home. But the second you stepped foot into your shared apartment, where you’d just about managed to find the courage to ask him what was wrong, Connor beat you to it and he wasn’t at all subtle in hiding his obvious annoyance over what he’d seen when he came to pick you up.

“So, what’s going on between you and Casey recently? You guys seem to have gotten close all of a sudden.” Connor asked, his tone a little bitter as he crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against the couch as you tilted your head a little, ignoring the anger that built inside him when you laughed softly.

“Me and Casey?” You shook your head, glancing briefly around the room before your eyes landed back on him. “Connor, I’ve told you this before, he’s my Lieutenant, that’s it. Nothing more” You added, scoffing a little at the insinuation he was so clearly making as you made your way to the bedroom, deciding you’d heard enough of what he had to say.

You’d had this conversation with him once before when he caught Casey hugging you in the hospital after a rough call and that hadn’t gone well so he could forgive you for not wanting to go down that road again.

“Oh really? Well it seems to me like he thinks differently… Especially if the way he looked at you when I picked you up said anything on the matter.” Connor said with a touch more anger as he followed you into the room, even the sight of the eighty-one shirt covering your torso enough to have his blood boil over the memory of how Casey had looked at you.

“How he looked at me?” You repeated, your tone matching his as you couldn’t believe he was making you go through this again. “Tell me Connor, how was he looking at me? Cause if it was anything less than with drool coming from his mouth then I don’t want to hear it.”

“He might as well have been drooling.” Connor scoffed, pulling his shirt over his head with such haste that he was surprised his head hadn’t come off with it. “The way he watched you… Practically fucking you with his eyes right in front of me.”

“For God sakes, Connor.” You muttered in frustration, pulling your own shirt off and tossing it in the hamper. All you wanted was a quiet morning after work, but it appeared as though your fiancée thought otherwise and little did you know… “How many times do I have to tell you? Casey does not want to fuck me. And even if he did…”

Unaware that Connor had been moving towards you, your words were cut off when you suddenly felt your chest hit hard against the wall, sending a tingle down your front which quickly made its way between your legs when you felt Connor push up against you, lifting your hands to pin them above your head, making you unable to see how he stared at you the very same way he’d accused Casey of.

“What? Would you let him fuck you?” He whispered, his voice so deep he was practically growling as he attached his lips to your neck, the pure heat coursing through your veins making you unable to reply.

You could feel his free hand snake around your waist, his fingertips trailing down your stomach before they delved beneath your trousers, ghosting over your already throbbing pussy and causing a soft moan to escape your lips as you leaned back against him, his hardened bulge pressing firmly against your ass.

“Would you let him pin you down in his office and fuck that tight little pussy of yours?” Connor whispered into your ear, his teeth digging gently into your lobe as he tugged on it, hearing the muttered swear words that left your lips in response. “Answer me baby… If he wanted to… Would you let your Lieutenant fuck you?”

“No.” You gasped softly at the coldness of his fingers as they pushed aside your panties, trailing themselves painfully slowly across your soaking slit as Connor made sure not to touch your clit as he wanted to hear you beg for it. “No I wouldn’t.”

“And why’s that?” Connor asked in intrigue as he always thought you had a little school girl crush on Casey before you met him. He pulled his hand from your panties and flipped you round, once again pinning your hands firmly above your head. The first thing he noticed about you was the lust that had blown wide in your pupils, your breathing heavy as you all but panted which only had him straining that much more against his pants.

“Because…” You breathed out, clenching your legs to try and feel some friction against the raving heat beneath them. “…you’re the only one I want to fuck me… The only one whose cock I want to feel inside me.”

“Hm, good answer.” Connor hummed in satisfaction, pressing his lips hard against you as you all but devoured each other. His hold on your hands faltered, allowing them to fall to your sides before you moved to unbuckled his belt, the only thing he allowed you to do before he took your hands in his, stilling your motions. “Not so fast… I think you deserve a little punishment beforehand, don’t you?”

“Punishment? For what?” You asked, almost finding yourself angry again as you thought you’d made it clear to him that you’d never dream of cheating on him with Casey. That was, until you saw the way he smirked, his eyes darkening as he imagined all the ways he could have you squirming beneath him and that’s when you knew you were done for.

“For being so goddamn hot that every guy who meets you wants to fuck you.” And with that, the words that had you smiling like crazy, Connor lifted you off your feet and threw you down onto the bed, towering over you as his hands roamed across your skin, feeling the hotness of it mix with that of his cold hands.

He gripped the cups of your bra, pulling it down to allow your breasts to spill over the edge, his mouth cupping one of them instantly whilst his hand went to the other, kneading it softly as he flicked and pinched at the hardened bud between his fingers, making you hum softly as your threaded your fingers through his hair.

You were already a soaking mess by the time he moved lower, his fingers hooking around the waistband of both your pants and your panties, which he pulled off you in one quick motion before he got to his knees, spreading you open to see the glistening sight that was your pussy.

“Look at you.” Connor teased, pacing soft kisses up your inner thigh, his stubble scratching you lightly as his arm slid across your stomach, holding you down to stop you from arching your back too high. “Absolutely dripping… And all for me.”

“Only you, baby.” You gasped, followed by a low moan as he slipped one finger inside you, which was enough for you to almost lose your train of thought. “Fuck… Only for you.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Connor chuckled, in a way that told you that you were more than likely about to have to beg for your life. “Now be a good girl and moan for me while I fuck my fingers into your pretty little pussy.”

You did what you were told as he slid a second finger into you, knuckle deep before he pulled back, thrusting them into you once again and keeping a steady rhythm. The noises they made were not at all quiet as you knew how wet you were, how absolutely soaking you got when he took control like this, but then again, neither were you.

Your moans echoed off the walls, probably reaching the neighbours which you’d normally be embarrassed about but right now you didn’t care. You were simply in heaven as he continued to finger fuck you, curling them slightly to hit that sweet spot inside you. It had barely been a minute before you already found yourself clenching tightly around his fingers, about to come harder than you’d ever done before.

That was, until Connor pulled them out, making you whine at the loss of contact and look down at him, just in time to see him suck the glisten of you off his fingers.

“Oh, did you think I was gonna let you give in so quickly?” He asked, moaning softly at the taste of you on his fingers as he licked them once again. “Baby, I’m not gonna let you come no matter how much you want it.”

The second the words left his lips he’d attached them to your pussy, sucking gently on your clit before his tongue worked its way downwards. Eating you out like you were his first meal in days which had you whimpering as you all but levitated off the bed, gripping the sheets for dear life as you’d never felt anything quite like how his tongue felt inside you.

Five times Connor brought you to the edge of your climax, allowing you to see briefly over the edge before he pulled you away, his mouth leaving you as you let out a stifled sob. You couldn’t take another second let alone another minute of him denying you what you wanted. You were desperate. So fucking desperate for him to make you come that you could feel your eyes stinging with tears, your lower abdomen tightening more than ever before as it slowly reached the brink of being painful.

“Connor please.” Your breath hitched as you spoke, your body shaking from the edging he was so thoroughly enjoying. “Please… I can’t… I can’t take it anymore, please let me come.”

“You want to come baby?” Connor said softly, rubbing a slow circle against your swollen clit, making you whimper quietly to yourself as your hips bucked involuntarily. “You want me to make you come?”

“Yes… Yes, please make me come.” You begged, propping yourself up on your shaky elbows to look at him. “Please… I want you to make me come so fucking bad, baby. Want you to make me come so hard I scream your name.”

“Tell me you’re mine.” Connor said seriously, unbuttoning his pants as he readied himself to make good on his promise. “Tell me you’re mine and I’ll fuck you so good you’ll scream my name loud enough that the whole city hears it.”

“I’m yours.” You said instantly, biting down hard on your lip as he pushed down his pants, freeing his already leaking and thick cock from beneath them. “I’m all yours. My heart. My pussy… All of it belongs to you.”

“Good girl.” Connor cooed, tracing his tip down your slick folds, pushing it in just a little as he smeared your arousal down the length of it. “Now get on your hands and knees.”

You moved quicker than before, barely settling yourself down on your knees before you felt him come up behind you, his erection brushing against your inner thigh as he settled himself nicely behind you, the bed the perfect height to allow him to stand which you knew meant he wasn’t going to be gentle at all. And right now, right now you wanted it rough.

“Give it to me, baby… Let me feel that thick cock in my tight little pussy.” You murmured, knowing that you talking dirty always riled him up, which it did as the second the words left your lips he’d pushed into, bottoming out in one quick motion and he was anything but slow as he began to pound mercilessly into you.

Your back arched, your chin pushed deep into the mattress as you bit down onto it, stifling your cries as your body trembled in pure pleasure, the slight pain of Connor’s roughness and lack of allowing you to adjust to his size only adding to the heat that pumped through your veins.

“Fuck… Yes baby, give it to me. Fucking give it to me. Yes.” You cried out, pushing your ass out further before you felt a sharp sting across it, Connor having slapped it before digging his fingers deep into the flesh of it, sure to leave bruises come the next morning.

“Taking it so good, baby.” Connor groaned, his hips moving furiously as he continued to slam into you, the sound of how wet your pussy was like music to his ears, as were your moans which he’d never heard quite as pleasure driven before. He could feel you clamping down around him, about to burst any second now as he gave you exactly what you wanted. “That’s it, sweetheart, come for me.”

As though on command, you clamped down fully, pure ecstasy flowing fast throughout your veins as you came harder than ever before, making good on your word of screaming his name as you couldn’t help but allow it to cross your lips. You couldn’t begin to describe this moment, your head was fuzzy, your eyes were clouded over in white as you felt your very spirit leave your body, and for a second you thought you’d ascended into heaven, that was until your name slipping from Connor’s lips as he came inside you pulled you back to reality.

“Fuck, Connor…” You exhaled, no air left in your burning lungs as he’d fucked it all out of you. “I think… I think… God, I don’t even know what to think.” Your body fell flat against the bed, your thighs sticking together from a mixture of yourself and Connor, whose release was slowly dripping out of you.

Connor chuckled, flipping your now limp body over so you lay on your back, making it easy for him to see your flushed face as he towered over you, gently brushing his thumb across your lips before he spoke.

“You know what I think… I think… You did so well in letting everyone in Chicago know that you're mine… And mine only.”

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From Exes to Lovers

Request: Hi ☺️ Could i request a Connor Rhodes imagine for my bday tomorrow? Maybe where the reader is his ex and also a nurse at the med. One time you get in a terrible car crash and get to the ER where Connor gets called to save you. You nearly die during the surgery but he saves you and stays with you all the time till you wake up. Then he keeps caring for you during your whole recovery and you slowly start getting your old feelings back, so you decide on a second chance for your love. Hope this is ok ❤️

Pairings: Connor Rhodes x Nurse!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, car crash, inaccurate medical talk, implied cheating but not really

A/N: Happy birthday to the anon who sent this request in!

Frist Installment: Exes to Lovers

Second Installment: Lovers Forever

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You don't know how it happened. You had the right of way. The light was green. Some drunk person had run their red light and t-boned you as you were crossing the intersection. They had hit you hard enough that your car flipped 4 times until it landed thankfully upright but in the other lane. Glass was everywhere. You're pretty sure you had a concussion from hitting your head on the steering wheel and the window. You for sure had broken bones. But then the pain came especially around your abdominal area. The other driver had died on impact. How did this happen you ask? Well, this is how.

You had just gotten back from visiting your friend, Hailey Upton, and her husband, Jay Halstead, you were ranting about Connor Rhodes, your now ex-boyfriend, and that you had caught another woman texting. You had dated for 3 years. He was also coming home later than normal. So once you stormed out you went straight to their house crying. It was a huge fight. Luckily for you, you had kept your apartment.

It was getting late and you just wanted to go home and eat a pint of ice cream and watch some cheesy sappy movie. You didn't have to work that night or the next day which was great. That also meant you didn't have to see Connor tonight or tomorrow, you were a nurse at Med. You loved him you really did but you couldn't stand a cheater and weren't going to tolerate it. As you were driving you came to a stop at a red light, while stopped you answered some texts and then put your phone down. As you started to drive you noticed headlights coming to you on your left and they were coming fast. The next thing you knew metal was hitting metal and then your car was flipping. Your head hit the steering wheel and then the window. The airbag deployed hitting you and breaking your nose and throwing your head into the headrest.

Your adrenaline was wearing off and then all the pain hit you and you moaned in pain. There was glass everywhere. You felt blood running down your face and into your eye. You felt the most pain in your abdominal area. You carefully looked down and saw glass puncturing you. You tentatively touched it but knew better than to yank it out. You couldn't hardly breathe. All of sudden you felt another impact and you were being pushed into a telephone pole wrapping your car on the passenger side. You blacked out.

You only came to when you heard your name being called by a voice but didn't open your eyes. It sounded underwater. You wanted to answer but couldn't you just wanted to sleep.

"Y/N it's Kelly. Can you hear me?" Kelly, your other best friend asked but you didn't respond. "Y/N I really need you to open your eyes." He said and you tried oh you tried. You slowly started to crack them open. "There we go." He said once he saw them open.

"Kelly?" You asked slurred.

"Yea it's me. You were in an accident. We're going to get you out and to Med. Ok?" He asked and you groaned and your eyes begin to shut again. "Hey hey no no keep those eyes open." He said but your eyes were already closed. "Y/N, hey. Open those eyes for me, please." You actually complied this time. "There we go. How are you and Connor?" He asked not knowing of the situation.

"'Roke up." You said slurring your words that shocked him.

"Why did you two break up?" Kelly asked as he shouted orders to his team.

"Cheated." You said slurring your words again and then your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your head lulled to the side and Kelly caught you. This freaked Jim out but he had to keep calm.

Everyone worked with ease and carefulness but quickly to get you out. They all saw the damage and knew you would be critical. When they got you out they put you on a backboard and a gurney and loaded you up and you were on your way to Med.

When you got to Med you were unconscious and couldn't hear anything. You were breathing but barely and it was labored. You went to your little paradise where Connor and you never broke up instead you got married and started a family one boy and one girl, it was perfect.

---------------------------------------------------

Connor was having a good night, well as good as one can have when one breaks up with another. He had been heartbroken when you pulled away from his kisses and started to pull away from him. The fight kept playing in his head. You had been the one to break up with him. You had seen a text from another girl on his phone but what you didn't know was that the other girl was a married woman jeweler who was setting his grandma's diamond in a set so he could propose to you. The reason why he was coming home early was because he was making details on how to propose and where making sure it was perfect.

Connor was in the ED when the ambulance came rolling in. He didn't look up considering it was a normal part of ED but when Maggie gasped he looked up and his face drained. "Maggie please tell me that is not Y/N." He said almost pleading.

"I'm sorry Connor. Take her to Trauma 2 and make it fast." She yelled and she turned to Connor.

"Let me go." Connor said and Maggie looked hesitant. "There are no other available doctors at the moment. Let me do it." He pleaded.

"Fine." She said and he rushed in and started giving orders.

Connor was supposed to be getting off shift when you rolled around but now he just couldn't make himself leave. Not with knowing you were in major surgery to fix your abdominal aorta that glass had found itself embedded in.

They wheeled you into surgery where he scrubbed in. "Ok guys, she is one of us. We have to save her but we handle it just like every other surgery." Connor said and they nodded. They got to work. Everything was going smoothly until one of the surgery techs noticed a drop in stats.

"Dr. Rhodes. Her O2 is dropping and he looked up.

"Ok start bagging her and get those stats back up." He said and they nodded. Once they got your stats back up. But then your heart rate started to drop. The machine alerted them. He looked up and then looked down. It started lowering when he took the glass out and he started to move faster.

"Heart rate is dropping." The tech said and before anyone could say anything you started to flatline "She's flatlining." The tech said.

"Start compressions. I'm holding this aorta off so she doesn't bleed out." Connor said and that's what they did. "Give me a clamp." He demanded and they did and clamped off the aorta and had his go at compressions he was about to have them shock you but then your heart rate came back up. "Ok let's finish this quickly and get her into recovery." He demanded again and they did just that. "Just hold on, baby. I'm gonna get you out of here." He quietly told you and everybody else pretended not to hear him. "When she gets out of recovery and into a room let me know." He said and they nodded.

4 hrs is how long it took to repair the aorta. He was an absolute wreck. But he had stayed calm while doing the surgery. He had gotten changed and then went to the doctor's lounge and waited when one of the surgery techs came in to let him know you were out of recovery in a room. He asked what number and when they told him he was up and going to you. When he got there he looked at you and regretted everything. He pulled the uncomfortable blue plastic chair by your bedside and sat down. He grabbed your hand and stroked your knuckles, and every now and then kissed them. He just had to wait for you to wake up.

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A consistent beeping is what woke you up. You had slowly opened your eyes but quickly slammed them shut when they met with harsh light. You then felt a weight on your hand and looked over to find the black haired, blued eyed man that you once called your boyfriend. He was sleeping and looked so peaceful but you needed to wake him up. "'Onnor." You said sleepily and he stirred until he woke up and at first he looked confused but then saw you were awake.

"Baby." He sighed out in relief. Your scrunched your nose up.

"I'm not your baby anymore, Connor. We broke up." You said and rolled your eyes which hurt. He sighed he wasn't going to fight with you, especially since you just got out of surgery. "What's the damage?" You asked moving due to uncomfortableness. He sighed.

"You have 4 broken ribs, a concussion, your abdominal aorta was torn but I was able to fix it. You have a hairline fracture on your right ankle. A sprained left wrist. Multiple cuts from the glass and a lot of bruising." He listed what was wrong and you stayed silent.

"What about the other driver?" You asked

"He was drunk and died on impact." He told you and you nodded.

"What about my car?" You asked again, you loved your car.

"I'm sorry. It's totaled. You'll have to get a new one." He said and you nodded and let a tear slip. "Are you ok?" He asked truly worried.

"Yea. I'm just going to miss that car." You said and he chuckled and smiled both of which you loved.

"We'll get you a new and better car." He said.

Dr. Goodwin came into your room and you looked up and smiled "Hi, Nurse Y/L/N. How are you feeling?" She asked.

"Sore. Just found out my beloved car was totaled." You said and everyone chuckled and smiled.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I'm came here to let you know you're going to have the next few weeks off to recover with pay and Connor is going to be allowed a few days off." She said and you looked confused.

"Why is that?" You asked her.

"Since you have nobody here he decided to be the one to look after you." She said

"That's not necessary. I can look after myself." You tried to defend yourself.

"You had a major surgery and will need someone to look after you. Connor volunteered." She said and you may not have liked it but agreed.

You spent a week in the hospital making sure everything was then you were released in Connor's care.

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When you got to his apartment that night after your release it was slow going but he was ok with that. He was and has always been so patient with you. You hated that you broke up with him but you couldn't stand a cheater. You both got into the apartment and he had to settle down on the couch while he pampered you and got the bed ready and made you something to eat. He truly was the sweetest man ever. "If you need me for anything during the night wake me up, and I mean anything." He said and you nodded.

"You got it." You said. The two of you stayed up and watched some TV and you ate what was allowed. When and if you wanted to get up he was there helping you. You knew now why you first fell in love with this man.

This went on for a few weeks and your old feelings started to come back and you started to fall in love with him again. When he went back to work was the hardest but you managed and if you need something he said to call him, Hailey, Jay, or Kelly. You didn't call anybody because you were perfectly fine. You and Connor had been texted throughout the day. Most of your wounds, sprain, and fracture had healed. You still had stitches but they were due to come out soon.

One thing was on your mind and you couldn't get it off of your mind. That was why did he cheat. When you didn't text him back one day it was when he was finishing his shift and it was worrying him but stayed calm. Once out of the hospital he got into his car and drove home. He found you sitting outside on the terrace. You didn't hear him come in so you jumped when you touched you. "I'm sorry, Baby. I didn't mean to startle you." He said and you hadn't been correcting him when he said it. "What's wrong? You didn't text me back." He said and you sighed as he bent down looking at you.

"Why did you cheat?" You said just coming out and saying it.

"Baby, I didn't cheat on you." He said and you glared at him.

"Don't lie to me." You said and he sighed and hung his head.

"I'm not. Just hold on. Don't move." He said and you did what you were told, to be honest you were still sore and you didn't feel like moving.

"Don't walk away from me. Who the fuck is Samantha?" You yelled out after him but he returned with a black velvet box.

"I didn't cheat on you. Samantha is a married woman-" He started but you cut him off and threw your hands up which pulled on your stitches but you didn't care.

"So you cheated on me with a married woman? Why were you coming home so late? I loved you and still do." You said you hadn't noticed the black velvet box.

"You didn't let me finish. Samantha is married woman jeweler that was helping me set my grandmother's diamond into a ring. I was coming home late because Hailey and Ava were helping me pick out a perfect spot to propose that night you stormed out. Also you still love me?" He asked and you nodded your head.

"Yes. I still love you." You said and he kissed you. You gladly kissed him back.

"I love you too. I was going to make this special but with how you look under these lights and the sunset now is as good time as any. So, here it goes. Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N I have loved you since the beginning. I have loved you since I laid my eyes on you. It was love at first sight for me. I knew you were the one right then and there. You are so special to me and when we broke up it broke me and when I saw you come into ED I was petrified. I don't want to lose you again. I want to grow old with you and have a family with you. So, will you make my dreams come true and make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?" He finished and was already kneeling on one knee as he pulled out the ring, it was a cut cornered princess cut with one diamond on each side, it was perfect. The way it glimmered under the light made it all more beautiful. You were crying and then you nodded your head.

"Absolutely, I will marry you. It'll make me the happiest woman in the world." He smiled and put the ring on your finger and gently grabbed your face and crashed his lips into yours. Everything was perfect.

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When you were allowed to back to work you went with Connor and you were holding hands, everyone took notice of that. You both got changed and started your shift. You were told if you needed a break than you take it. The stitches had been removed but you didn't have your normal energy back just yet.

As the two of you walked out he left you at the desk and kissed you. "I'll see you later, fiancé." He said with a smile.

"Yes you will my soon to be husband." You smiled and he left. Everyone came up to you.

"So I take it you're back together." April said and you nodded and showed them the ring.

"More than back together. Engaged." You said and everyone squealed in excitement, the same way Hailey had done when you told her. They asked for details and you gave them. As they were talking to you, you saw Connor walk by with Will and Ethan and he smiled at you and winked which you returned.

Yea, everything was going to be ok. You had the man of your dreams and were about to start a life with him. It was perfect. You were finally in paradise.

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When we fall | Part 3

Warnings (for all parts): Fluff, angst, description of injuries and blood, gun use, cursing, probably unaccurate policing/medicine

Summary: You moved to Chicago to start a new life. Working as a doctor alongside your brother Connor you make new friends and although you swore to yourself not to let any man in your life at least for a while, your promises fail when you lock eyes with a handsome stranger in a bar.

Words: 6k

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Doctor!Rhodes!reader

A/N: And here is the last part of the short series. The events are inspired by a chicago med ep. I really hope you enjoyed it :)

Part 1 | Part 2

“We’ll take care of you and your daughter.” You smiled at your patient reassuringly, noticing someone moving towards you in corner of your eye. Turning your head you saw a man with tousled hair standing at the threshold, his eyes almost hazy as his gaze skipped around the room.

“Where’s Leah?!”, he barked out, his eyes only focused on your patient. Your gaze flickered towards her, taking in the fear in her eyes and the gasp that left her lips. “Jake? How did you find us here?”, she whispered, oblivion dripping from her voice.

“Did you really think you could just leave and take our daughter with you? She’s my daughter too!” He took a threatening step closer, eyes narrowed. “Now, where is she?!”

Your patient’s breathing had quickened and a look at the heart monitor told you she was about to have a panic attack. “Sir, I need you to calm down and take a step back”, you said forcefully, drawing his attention on you. His eyes jumped to you, anger brimming in them.

“Like hell I will! I’m taking my wife and my kid home now!” Your eyes flickered towards the nurse, giving her a little nod to signal her to call the security service, before you met his again. “I can see you’re upset. But your wife and your daughter are sick. They need treatment and rest-”

“Shut up!” You flinched as he yelled at you, his loud voice alarming multiple people around you. “Everything okay in here?” Will appeared at the door, his eyes scanning the room until they landed at yours, staying there as he waited for an honest answer.

The man shook his head furiously, but he took a step back. You almost exhaled in relief. “I want to see my daughter! Now!”, he demanded, but before anyone could gave him an answer, he turned and ripped open the curtain to the next room.

You heard squeals, alarmed voices mixing with the sound of another curtain being ripped open. “Sir, I need you to leave now!” Will leaned forward to grab the man’s shoulder when suddenly he yanked out a gun, twisting around and pointing it right at Will’s chest.

A gasp escaped you as you watched Will stumble back, his hands raised. “Look man, we’re just trying to help, okay?” But the man, Jake, didn’t seem to hear any of it, his eyes filled with hatred and something that scared you even more; desperation and determination. A dangerous combination.

He wouldn’t leave until he got what he wanted.

“What’s going on here?” You heard Connor’s voice, saw him step out of a patient’s room and move towards the intruder. From his angle he couldn’t see the gun, couldn’t know the severity of the situation.

“Connor, no!” Your legs moved forward at the same time as the man turned around, the gun pointed at your brother. Everything seemed to happen so fast and in slow-motion at once as your body reacted purely on instinct, the fear for your brother carrying you forward.

You didn’t know if he meant to pull the trigger or if it was out of reflex, but you had no time to think about it as a shot rang out.

You would have screamed, but no sound left your mouth as the impact hit you, sending your body tumbling backwards until it hit the wall. Only moments before your feet had carried you forward, but now they suddenly couldn’t take your weight anymore, your body sinking to the ground.

Around you screams were erupting, but they sounded drowned out, as if you were underwater. Your name was being called, but it all seemed to blend into a haze.

You tried to peek at where you felt a sudden pressure in your body, shock mixing with confusion as you saw blood staining your clothes. Just seconds ago you had been standing in a patient’s room and now you were on the ground, your own blood pooling around your feet. It didn’t make sense.

From the periphery of your eye you saw people running. Some moved towards you, but most of them the opposite way. Away. They were running away.

And they were pushing, tripping, falling over each other. “Put down the gun!” You saw one of the security men approach, his own gun drawn at the attacker. Another shot cut through the atmosphere, but to your horror it was the security man that fell, blood splattering from a wound to his front.

“Everyone just back off!”

Jake’s sharp voice snapped you out of your shock and all at once reality hit you. Pain sank in, slowly at first and then in a stream of hot sensations. Tears formed in your eyes at the burning pain and you grit your teeth, trying to will it away, because you knew you needed to be aware of what happened next.

Lifting your head slightly you found the ER had mostly cleared out, only a few people remaining. Among them were Will and Connor, both of their bodies’ turned towards you in a way that suggested they had tried to get to you, their hands raised.

“Just let me get to my sister, okay? I’m a doctor and she needs help.” You stared at Connor, seeing the panic he tried to restrain as he appealed to the man reasonably. Jake’s eyes flickered towards you, hesitance written over his face.

“You didn’t want this to happen, do you?” Connor asked, his voice strained. “So let me make this better. Let me help.” He was pleading now and another wave of panic filled you as you realized he was only mere seconds away from doing something reckless.

For a moment you thought you were going to throw up from the sickness that cursed through your body, but you feared you wouldn’t even be able to move your body in the state you were in.

Jake let out a frustrated breath, gesturing towards you with his gun. “Okay. Okay!” Connor rushed over to you immediately, his concerned eyes meeting yours. “Are you okay? How do you feel? Can you tell me where you’ve been hit?”

You tried to follow his questions, your mind spinning. Instead of an answer you let out a groan as Connor found your wound, pressing down on it. “We need to stop the bleeding.”

Now that he was here by your side a weakness took over your body and you welcomed it. Welcomed the dark, because it felt easier to lean into it than fight it. But it never swallowed you. As much as you wished you could just pass out, the pain didn’t end, keeping you caged in your body.

You didn’t need to ask him how serious your condition was. The urgency in Connor’s movement alone was enough for you to confirm it was bad, the seeping hot pain a further indicator.

You saw Jake still waving his gun around, speaking in an animated tone with Will and Maggie. To your left someone had crouched down next to the security guard and you felt a flicker of relief when you saw it was Ethan.

A cough rose up your throat and your body shook, sending an ache through you. When you wiped your mouth you noticed your skin had turned red.

“No, no, no”, your brother whispered, his eyes frantic. “Connor”, you said, your voice a little hoarse. He paused for a moment, both of you locking eyes in a quiet exchange. “I’m scared”, you whispered, feeling a few tears escape your eyes.

Connor swallowed, his eyes filled with desperation. “I know”, he leaned closer, “But you will be okay. I will fix it, okay?.”

You nodded slowly, needing to cling to his words. To hold onto the reminder that you would be okay. That your life wasn’t over when you hadn’t even started fully living yet.

It didn’t make sense. You had woken up a few minutes before your alarm clock, had been in an oddly good mood as you had gotten ready for work and even your patients had been unusually patient and grateful. Today was a good day. Not a day that could turn into such a catastrophe in the blink of an eye.

This didn’t happen. Maybe in books or on tv. But not here, not to people like you.

“Hey!” Dr. Goodwin appeared in your vision, bending down to Connor and you. “What’s the status?” You hadn’t seen her before, but knowing she was here already gave you a sparkle of hope. As the hospital’s executive director it was her job to find solutions, even in the face of the worst possible events. She would get them out of here, somehow.

“She’s been shot in the abdomen. No exit wound so the bullet is still inside. I believe she’s bleeding internally.”

You saw a shadow cloud Dr. Goodwin’s as she looked at you and it was as if you could see the wheels in her head turning as she assessed the situation.

“What’s going on?”, you asked weakly, needing to know if the others were safe. “Mr. Whitman demands to take his wife and daughter and leave. I was on the phone with the Chicago police department. They told me he’s got a history of domestic abuse and violence. The wife filed a report on him and moved states to get him out of her life.”

“And he found her now.” You gulped, slowly piecing the pieces together. Dr. Goodwin nodded, graveness written over her face. “So what’s the plan?” It was Connor, his voice urgent.

Dr. Goodwin sighed, taking off her glasses and pinching the brick of her nose. You had never seen her like this, so defeated, and it filled you with unease.

“The police is here and a squad team too. But there is no way we can let them inside or get someone outside right now without Mr. Whitman noticing. Right now they are preparing for getting just one person in. Unarmed.”

“What help is that going to be?” Connor let out a scoff and it annoyed you how quick to judge he was, and more so, that you agreed with him. What would another person talking to Jake change?

“It would be a trained officer, who has the experience and skills to deal with these kind of high pressure situations. The plan would be for him to try and talk to Mr. Whitman first and if that’s not effective either, assess the situation and make a move or get back to the team and share valuable information with them.”

You could see Connor still shaking his head, but Dr. Goodwin stood again. “It’s the only thing Mr. Whitman has agreed to. You know I would prefer to get everyone else out, but he has been clear. If one person leaves, he is going to make use of his gun again.”

“And what are we supposed to do now? Just wait?”

“Connor”, you tried to calm him, but his eyes snapped to yours. “We need an OR now! Monique!” The blonde nurse standing next to Ethan looked over. You could see the fear written all over her face. “Can you take over for a moment?”

She gave a nod, her eyes flickering to Jake who didn’t let them out of sight. Crouching down next to you the two quickly exchanged their hands applying pressure onto your wound, the sensation making you let out a groan.

But you pushed away the pain, trying to focus on Connor. “What are you doing?”, you hissed as you watched him get up, wishing you could hold him back.

“Dr. Rhodes, we should wait for the officer to arrive. Right now the situation is stable and I can’t risk-” “Stable? Is that what you call this?” Connor pushed himself fully up now, the movement catching Jake’s eye.

“Sit back down!” But Connor lifted his hands, taking a cautious step forward. “My sister likely suffers from an internal bleeding. We need an OR to-” “No! Nobody goes anywhere!”

Connor’s face fell, his shoulders sinking, but he took another step forward. The grip the fear had around your heart tightened. “Please, I need to stop the bleeding. You don’t want her to die, right?”

Jake stared at you for a moment before his attention was back on your brother. “I just want my daughter and my wife!”

“And we get that. We do. But she-”, he turned halfway towards you, his eyes not leaving Jake for a second, “has nothing to do with this. Let me save her life.”

“I said no one goes anywhere! You save her here or you don’t save her at all. It’s on you!”

You watched Connor open his mouth again, but before he could say another word Jake stepped forward, his gun pointed directly at his chest.

“Do I look like someone who’s joking?!”, he yelled, making everyone around him flinch. Connor made himself a little smaller, taking a small step backwards while shaking his head. “Yeah, so you better listen to what I’m saying! No get your ass back down there!”

You didn’t have the heart to watch Connor when he returned to you, to see the defeat and hopeless on his face. The fear.

He had barely sat down again when another turmoil broke loose, gaining everyone’s attention. It had to be the officer Jake had allowed in, though you didn’t want to know what he would get in return for the favour.

Although you didn’t feel much hope regarding the plan, you trusted the police to make the right choice. This couldn’t be their first hostage situation, so they knew what to do, right?

What you hadn’t anticipated was that the officer coming in could be someone you knew. Someone you knew very well.

Jay.

No.

You blinked a few times, but it was unmistakably him.

His voice. His physique.

A touch at your hand drew your attention away from him for a moment and you noticed Monique had reached for it. Only now you saw you had balled your hand into a fist, all the tension left in your body visible in that one grip. Slowly she loosened it, taking your hand into hers instead and squeezing it in reassurance.

You didn’t know the young nurse so well- she was a little more on the reserved and quiet side- but the gesture filled you with deep gratitude, giving you the strength to look up again and face this new reality.

Jay hadn’t noticed you yet, his whole focus on calming Jake enough to make an uneventful entrance. When he seemed confident in the situation he scanned the room, assessing the conditions they were dealing with.

He did it with a professional calmness you wished you could have right now, his face only giving away his emotion when they fell on his brother. “Hey, man. You alright?”

He stepped forward, avoiding any rapid movements and Will nodded. “I’m okay. But Mrs. Kaden is in a bad condition. The stress on top of her physical state worries me.”

He said something else, but he had lowered his voice that it was impossible for you to understand anything. Jay nodded. “What about the two victims?”

“The security guard got hit at the shoulder. He’s stable.” “And the other one?” Will shook his head, his eyes filled with sadness. “She’s over there with Connor. It doesn’t look good, Jay.”

It was strange, listening to them and knowing they were talking about you. Waiting for the moment Jay’s eyes fell upon you.

You didn’t know what kind of reaction you were anticipating, but nothing could have prepared you for the utter shock that filled Jay’s face as he looked at you.

You watched him do a double take, every trace of his confidence and expressionlessness gone, replaced by a turmoil of emotions. He almost lunged forward, stopping himself when Jake’s warning voice filled the air.

You could see Connor’s questioning gaze on you, but you were focused fully on Jay as he made his way over to you with careful movements.

When he crouched down in front of you, he was close enough for you to see a hint of fear in his eyes. “What happened?”

Your petty argument, the distance, it all seemed forgotten as you stared at him, not strong enough to hide your own fear. “I got shot.”

Although it was obvious, it was the first time you had said the words out loud, had acknowledged the fact that this was really happening to you. It felt surreal, even with the burning pain spreading through your body, making it impossible to keep your composure.

Jay’s eyes softened as he heard your husky voice, the effort it took you to form the words another sign how bad your current shape was. For a moment his eyes drifted over your body, his face twisting in pain as he stared at your blood, before he looked up again.

“He said he’s going to kill us if he doesn’t walk out of here with his wife and his kid.” Jay nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line. “I know.”

“But- you’re here now…right?”

“Yeah, I am.” Jay tried to force an encouraging smile on his face, but you knew him well enough to know it was strained.

“You’re here”, you repeated relieved, your voice almost giving up at the end and you coughed. Jay stared at you, his eyes a little widened, his pupils dilated in fear.

He was scared. For you. He was scared for you.

“Her pulse is up to 120 and she’s sweating.” It was Monique and you saw her exchange a look with Connor. “What’s her condition?” Jay was talking to Connor now, as if he had only now realized he was there.

Under different circumstances your brother wouldn’t have let go what had just happened right in front of his eyes. He would have teased you until you would have told him the truth about Jay and you. But now he did, just like that, knowing there was no time for it as yours was running out.

The thought sent another wave of fear through your body, but with the hot pain and the growing weakness you felt too overwhelmed to do anything about it. So you tried to focus on the feeling of Monique’s hand holding yours, on Jay’s closeness and your brother’s words.

“The bullet likely caused internal bleeding. She’s losing too much blood.” Connor almost ran a hand over his face like he always did when he was stressed, stopping himself when he saw your blood on his hands.

“What do you need?”

“I need an OR. I need to find the bleeding and stop it.” His voice was a mix of desperation and determination and Jay listened intensely. His mask of professionalism was back in place, the sight having something grounding to it in the midst of this chaos, but you could detect a few flaws where his emotions threatened to pour in.

“I’m here to negotiate”, he began, eyes cast towards Jake, continuing lowly, “but really I think this will take a different ending.”

You wanted to ask him what that meant, but it seemed too difficult and you were forced to watch him get up instead. As Connor tried to get up too you tried to catch his wrist. You failed, but the movement still let him pause.

“Don’t go, please”, you whispered, your body shaking. You wished you could stop it, but you had lost all control over it, and when had it become so cold?

You felt Jay’s eyes on you as Connor leaned down to you, placing his hands on the sides of your face. “You’re sweating and your pulse is way up. Your skin is ice cold and you’re pale. I don’t need to tell you what that means. We need to do something now.”

You felt tears run down your cheeks as you tried to shake your head, silently pleading him to stay. He had already risked it with Jake once. What would he do when Connor tried it again and this time he wouldn’t give up?

“I’m coming back.” Connor stroked your cheek once before pressing a kiss against your forehead. Then he was gone, his touch only a faint memory as your head sank back against the wall.

As the two walked away from you they blurred into nothing more than silhouettes. Muffled voices filled your ears, but they were too drowned out for you to understand anything. Monique was speaking to you too, the level of her tone indicating she was saying something to soothe you, but her words never reached you either.

A part of you wanted to pass out. As much as you wanted to know what happened, with Connor and Jay not by your side any longer all your fight had left you. The pain felt unbearable now, as if someone had lit your body on fire and the flames were eating at you, slowly burning you alive.

Your throat was closing and it was getting hard to breathe. Every once in a while you choked on air, raspy coughs escaping your mouth. And it was so cold. Colder than the winter in Chicago.

The last sound you heard before the darkness finally swallowed you was a gunshot.

-

The first thing you felt when you woke was the heaviness of your body, as if an invisible weight had been placed upon you.

You could hear the steady beeping of a monitor, the sound having something reassuring to it. You listened to it for a while, too tired to pull yourself out of the haze yet.

But then the events of the day came crashing back to you, the image of Jay and Connor both leaving your side to get Jake to let them save you. The sound of a gun going off.

You blinked your eyes open, your vision only slowly clearing. But eventually it sharpened, revealing the inside of a hospital room.

You weren’t surprised at the sight, but you still paused when you took in the IV you were hooked upon. “Look who’s awake.”

Turning your head you found April at the door, a smile on her lips. But you could see it wasn’t as effortless as usual and you wondered where she had been when all of it had happened.

Had she gotten out, left to wonder about Ethan’s and everyone else’s wellbeing? Or had she been hiding in one of the other patient rooms?

“How are you feeling?” She stepped into the room, beginning her check-up on you. You let her do it, squinting when she shone a bright light in your eyes. “I’ve felt better before”, you answered truthfully, growing slightly more aware or the pressure in your abdomen.

At least it didn’t hurt yet. You didn’t want to think of the moment the pain meds would wear off.

“Where’s my brother?” April had finished her tests, squeezing your hand. “He’s still in the hospital. I told him to go home and get some rest, but he insisted on staying.”

April shook her head, clearly disapproving of your brother’s choices. “But I did get him to take a shower. He should be in the on-call rooms right now. Do you want me to go and get him?”

You thought about it for a moment. “No, let him sleep. It’s been a hell of a day for him too.”

April nodded, a small smile on her lips. “What about detective Halstead? Do you want me to send him home too?”

You stared at her in surprise. “He’s still here? Wait- how much time passed?”

“5 hours. And yes, he’s here. Actually, he just got himself a coffee. I might have forgotten to mention how disgusting the one from the vending machine is.”

“You’re evil.” You narrowed your eyes at her, chuckling. April shrugged. “Can’t have anyone know our secrets. So what is it with you and the other Halstead. Is he the one you’ve been texting this whole time?”

You hesitated, ready to deny her words, because you were used to keeping it a secret. But you weren’t sure that was possible after today, and honestly it all seemed so unimportant know that you had almost lost your life.

“We were. But things are kind of- complicated between us so I’m not sure where we’re standing.”

“Well”, April walked towards the door, a smile on her lips, “whatever it is it can’t be so serious. You should have seen the way he looked at you when you came out of surgery.”

Your chest tightened as a wave of emotions flooded you. “He really stayed for me?”

April grinned. “He might have claimed there to be paperwork at first. And then that he wanted to look after his brother. But Will went home hours ago and guess who spend the whole time of your surgery pacing the waiting room.”

April winked at you. “I’m going to search for Ethan now. I wanted to wait for you to wake up before leaving.”

Warmth filled you and you had to blink away the tears, touched by everyone’s concern for you. But the mention of Ethan’s name had also reminded you that you hadn’t been the only one hurt today.

“Is everyone okay? The security guard, did he make it?”

“Oh yeah, we’re all okay.” Before she could say another word someone else appeared in the doorway and April left, a knowing smile on her lips.

“Hey.” You didn’t think you had ever heard Jay speak so softly. It made you want to pull him close and snuggle up beside him, be safe in his arms and forget everything else.

“Hey”, you said, trying to sit up a little, but realizing it was a pointless mission.

You supressed a grin when you noticed the coffee cup in his hand, but Jay had followed your gaze, lifting it up. “That’s the worst coffee I’ve ever had”, he declared, “and we’ve only got a new machine at the precinct last year.”

You chuckled lightly. “We have the good one hidden in the break room. But don’t tell anyone I’ve told you that.”

Jay grinned. “Your secret’s safe with me.” Pulling a chair to your bedside and setting his cup on the nightstand he sat next to you, his eyes flickering over your face.

“I prefer when I am the one taking the bullet.”

He smiled, but it was a sad smile, the stress from the past hours visible on his face. “What can I say? You made it seem so effortless.”

But Jay didn’t seem amused, his eyes heavy. “When I heard about the hostage situation, I hoped you weren’t on shift. I called you, but you didn’t pick up.” He blew out a breath.

“And my brother didn’t either so-” He ran a hand over his face. “It’s why I needed to be the one going in. I needed to know if you were okay.”

“And they let you?” Although you knew they had, you were surprised Jay had been chosen. You didn’t doubt his capability as a cop, but just like you weren’t allowed to be on a personal case you had believed Jay’s involvement would have been a red flag as well.

“Not at first, no. But I was very convincing. And Voight’s not too strict about the rules anyway.”

You didn’t want to imagine the length Jay might have gone to, to get what he wanted. Especially with Voight, who didn’t appreciate anyone speaking up against him or acting out of line.

You stirred a little, your body beginning to ache. “What happened after I passed out?”

Jay’s brows drew together and you could see the graveness in his eyes. “He wouldn’t let you go.” His jaw hardened. “Like I said, negotiations didn’t work with him.”

“Does that mean…-”, you trailed of, your heart heavy. Jay gritted his teeth. “Our backup plan was for me to lead him somewhere the squat team could take the shot.”

“So he’s dead now?” You didn’t know what to feel when Jay nodded his head once. Certainly not regret, not after what he had done, but there was no relief either. Instead you just felt numb, like the turmoil of emotions you had experienced in the past hours had left you completely empty.

“And the mother and her kid?” “They are okay.” Jay seemed as relieved to deliver those news as you felt and for the first you truly allowed yourself to take a big exhale. “As okay as they can be under these circumstances.”

“How could he even walk in with a gun?” You shook your head in disbelief, wishing for answers you know you would never get. “The hospital’s head launched an investigation”, Jay told you and you imagined the stress Dr. Goodwin must be facing even now that it was over.

“That’s good I guess”, you muttered. “Yeah.” But Jay seemed somewhere else with his thoughts and for a moment you feared he would go back to being distanced towards you.

But to your surprise he leaned forward, his hand almost touching yours on the bed. “What happened?”

You scrunched up your nose in confusion. “To you. What happened to you? How did you get shot?”

You took a deep breath, knowing you would have to face that question again once Connor was up. He would be upset, but as much as you regretted your action, wished things had gone differently, you couldn’t say it had been a mistake. Not if you had prevented something worse, like a bullet hitting your brother.

“It all happened so fast.” You closed your eyes, trying to recall the moment. But your memories were hazy, the images blurry, only in fragments.

“I saw Connor coming out of a patient’s room and he- he couldn’t see the gun. Jake would have shot him. He- I- I had to do something.”

When you opened your eyes again you saw Jay’s green eyes staring intensely at you, his brows furrowed deeply.

A shadow covered his face, but it vanished before you could ask about it.

“So you’d rather get yourself killed?” It sounded a little accusing and your face fell, anger filling you. “Don’t you think I know that now? But you would have done the same for Will. I know you would have.”

Jay shifted. “That’s different”, he said, but you tilted your head at him. “I’m too tired for that conversation.”

Jay looked hurt and disappointed, but you didn’t regret your words. You couldn’t take his arguments now, not now when you were still coming to terms with the reality that you had almost lost your life.

“I didn’t know you were so selfless. I mean-”, Jay rubbed the back of his head, “I knew, because of your job and how you treat your patients, but taking a bullet for someone else? I didn’t know you were a hero.”

He was smiling now, trying to loosen the atmosphere, but this words had the opposite effect on you. “I’m not”, you said quietly. “I didn’t even mean to do that. My body just- reacted. That’s not bravery or selflessness.”

This time Jay touched your hand, the unexpected gesture drawing your attention back to him. “It’s always an instinct. It happens too quickly for anyone to make a conscious decision. It can be a reflex and still be brave. Because you didn’t hesitate.”

You hadn’t thought of it like that before and you started at him, your thoughts swirling in your brain as the desire to be close to him clouded your mind once more.

“Does it ever get easier?” You blinked, a little scared to be so vulnerable in front of him. “On tv they are fine after that. They are so cool about it. But what if I’m not fine? What if that was probably the worst thing that ever happened to me and I’m so scared?”

You bit your lip, forcing back the tears. But the truth was you weren’t ready to die yet. And coming so close to death had left its marks on you. You could feel it everywhere, as you gazed around the room, took in all the sensations you could feel, looked at Jay beside you. It was all so much.

“Hey.” Jay squeezed your hand. “That’s acting. It’s fake. You almost died. You’re not supposed to be fine right now.”

A tear escaped your eye and you wiped at it, trying not to be furious at yourself for losing your composure in front of Jay. “I don’t know how you do it. Getting shot at and still running towards danger and not away.”

Jay seemed sheepish out of a sudden, no hint of his usual confidence and wit. “It’s my job. Just like I could never do what you do.” You felt yourself smile a little, his recognition making you feel a little less small in the hospital bed. “And sometimes there are- things that happen on this job that you don’t just get over. We all have things we’re dealing with. Even I.”

Now you squeezed his hand, trying to show him you were there if he ever needed to talk to someone. Jay looked at you with gratitude in his eyes. He understood, even without words.

Silence settled in, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable. There came no pressure to come up with something to say, no need to say anything at all and you could see it was the same for Jay, his thoughts drifting.

“So Connor huh?”

You hadn’t expected the question, drawing your brows together. “What?”

Jay licked his lips, inhaling. “I saw you two together. And then today-”, he trailed off, gazing to the side as he collected himself.

“I don’t know what you saw-”, you began, but Jay raised a hand. “Don’t deny it. I’m not blind. It’s obvious how much you care for each other.”

You started at him, rendered speechless as you tried to imagine what he could have seen. But it didn’t matter, because Jay was- “You’re jealous!”

He twisted in his chair, pulling his hand away. “I’m not jealous”, he said, but you shook your head, grinning. “Yes, you are.”

Annoyance flashed over his face. “I just don’t like to be played with.” Your smile faded a little, but the relief you felt only grew as your slowly began to piece it all together.

“That’s why you acted so cold towards me out of a sudden. You saw me and Connor and you thought-” You almost let out a laugh, only suppressing it as you took in Jay’s unamused expression.

“Well detective Halstead, Connor is my brother.”

You watched with delight how his face turned into confusion, surprise and then hope. “He’s your brother”, he repeated in disbelief and you nodded. “I told you I came to Chicago, because I have family here.”

Jay let out a groan, the previous tension melting from his body as your words sank in. “But Will-”, he paused, clearly rethinking something his brother had said to him, “that bastard. When I saw you together I asked him about you and he warned me not to try anything, because of Connor. He never thought to mention once that he’s your brother.”

“You asked Will about me?”

Jay narrowed his eyes playfully. “That’s what you’re concerned about?”

You let out a laugh. “Not concerned, no. I just- you asked your brother about me.”

Jay raised his brow. “Why is that so hard to believe? I mean, you asked him about me too.”

Your face flushed. “I did not!”

“Yes, you did!” Jay chuckled, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. “Will told me about it. It’s why he got so suspicious so fast when I brought you up.”

“And then he mentioned Connor and you figured-” “he said that if I tried anything with you I would have to deal with Connor Rhodes. And it’s not like you two have the same last name.”

“Different moms”, you explained and he sighed. “I should have just talked to you, but I got so mad and then I heard you two talk and I just- reacted.”

“You should have”, you agreed, “but I should have been more open with you too.”

“So, let’s try again?”

His voice sounded so soft when he said it you felt yourself melt under the covers. “If you’re ready to deal with Connor Rhodes”, you pointed out playfully and Jay shrugged, his natural confidence back.

“After I helped save your life I’m pretty sure I’m well in with him. Which reminds me, you owe me three times now.”

You rolled your eyes, feeling the tiredness return to your body. Soon enough you would be drifting off again. “It’s twice, considering you cancelled our first date.”

Jay grinned. “Fair enough. But I’m taking you out once you’re out of here.”

You smiled. “I’m counting on it.”

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[kiddbegins]

Summary:

You knew it still hurts underneath my scars

From when they pulled me apart

But what you did was just as dark

Darling, this was just as hard

As when they pulled me apart

Fandom : One Chicago (character from Chicago PD, love interest Chicago Med)

Characters : Will Halstead / original female character, Connor Rhodes / original female character, Kevin Atwater & original female character

Relationship: m/f

Word count: idk

Warnings: fucking heart break? Idk,,,!:&/&/

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[bi-bard]

Confrontations - Connor Rhodes Imagine (Chicago Med)

Title: Confrontations

Pairing: Connor Rhodes X Reader

Word Count: 1,600 words

Warning(s): drugging, attempted murder, mentions of murder

Summary: (Late Season 4) After a bit of tense interaction with a colleague, (Y/n) wakes in a hospital bed with all the time in the world to put the missing pieces together.

Author's Note: Y'all, this plotline was batshit. Obviously, I had to write something for it.

flashbacks marked by italics

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I had never been more confused than I had when I woke up in a hospital bed.

I had no memory of really anything for the last several hours. It was bizarre.

I pinched the bridge of my nose as I woke up more. I felt like there was a weight sitting on my head.

When I moved my hand away, I made eye contact with April. She walked in immediately.

"Hey," she said. "How are you feeling?"

"Not great, but I'm not in any pain," I replied. "What happened?"

"Well, we aren't sure," she explained. "You were dosed with something, but none of us have been able to figure out how it got into your system."

"Am I okay?"

"We're getting it treated," she nodded. "I'll be right back. There are a lot of people worried about you."

I grinned, "Thank you."

"It's my job," she waved me off. "Relax. Please."

I nodded.

As she walked out, I turned my head to the side, looking at my monitors. I tried to think about the last day or so. What the hell had gotten me there?

The first thing I could remember was walking into the doctor's lounge in the E.D. I had just received some good news and I had been looking for someone.

Connor. I was looking for Connor.

"You look happy," Connor had noted as soon as he saw me.

"I am," I had replied. "Remember that patient I was having a hard time with? Been in the psych ward for ages?"

"Yeah?"

"We finally made some real progress, and he's getting discharged."

"No way," Connor had smiled at me. I nodded. He walked over and pulled me into a hug. "Congratulations."

"Thanks," I muttered, hugging him a little tighter.

I stepped back, about to ask about his day when the door opened. Ava stepped in, freezing for a moment when she saw us.

I had known the history between Connor and Ava. Connor and I had been friends for years, so I saw a lot of it firsthand. I felt bad for her. So much had happened so fast. But I still saw the pain that Connor had been dragged through. It broke my heart.

"Hey," I waved, wanting to keep a good work relationship with her. She was good at her job, she deserved respect for that.

"Hey," she mumbled, seeming tense at the mere sight of me. She looked at Connor. "I just needed a consult."

"Alright," Connor nodded before looking at me. "I'll see you later."

"Sounds good."

As he walked out, I expected Ava to immediately follow him. She didn't. She stepped toward me. I immediately noticed the dark look in her eye.

"You need to back off," she said quietly.

"I'm sorry," I asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"You heard me," she gave me a tense grin. "I see you and Connor. I need you to back off. Don't be another obstacle for me."

I could've asked a million questions in that moment. But I didn't. I just nodded at her. I tried to maintain her calm mood. If I upset her, I had no idea what the consequences would've been.

I furrowed my eyebrows just as Dr. Charles walked in.

"Hey," he said as he walked in. "How are you feeling?"

"Is every person going to ask me that," I chuckled. "I'm fine."

He nodded, "Good, I'm glad."

"Has anything happened while I was out," I asked. "Are my patients okay?"

"Oh, oh," he nodded. "Everyone's okay. You had one patient worried because you two were meant to meet today."

"Oh, no," I ran a hand over my face. "Poor girl. I gave her this assignment to help her cope. She must feel like I abandoned her."

"I took care of it."

"Thank you," I grinned. "Is she okay now?"

"I promised an update on your condition."

"So that's why you're here," I pointed at him.

He held his hands up for a moment before chuckling, "I should let you rest."

"Thank you, Dr. Charles."

He grinned and nodded before heading out.

I tried to relax into the pillow. My hand fidgeted with the blanket as I tried to put more thoughts together. Had I done anything truly out of the ordinary?

No. Nothing.

Well, no, that's not right. Something was different. Something that stuck out to me. What was it?

I had been sitting with my food at one of the tables in the hospital cafeteria. I was looking over a patient's file when there was a coffee cup placed in front of me.

I looked up from the cup to see Ava standing in front of me. I raised an eyebrow at her. She just threatened me a little while ago, what was she doing?

"I wanted to apologize," she said. "What I did earlier was not okay. You didn't deserve to be treated like that."

I grinned at her, "Oh, thank you."

She nodded, tucking her hands in her pockets, "Are we okay?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "We're okay."

"Thank you," she replied before turning and walking away from me.

It was the coffee.

It was something in the coffee.

That was the only thing that was different from my day-to-day activities.

I felt my breath speed up as I tried to even consider the chance. Ava seemed a bit obsessive, yes, but murderous? That just... There was no way.

April walked by my room.

"April," I said, getting her attention before she could get too far.

"Hey," she replied. "Connor said he's going to come down as soon as he can."

"Okay, okay," I waved the statement off. "I need... I need you to promise me something."

She seemed worried as soon as I spoke. Her eyebrows furrowed.

"What's going on," she asked.

"Do not let Ava in this room, please," I explained. "I... I need you to promise me."

"Why?"

"Please just promise me."

"Okay, okay," she grabbed my hand. "I promise."

"Thank you," I muttered, leaning back against the pillow. "Thank you."

April nodded again before leaving the room.

I spent the rest of the day on high alert. I gripped at the blanket and kept scanning the walkway just outside the door.

I saw people muttering more and more to each other. Drama moves fast in the hospital. I walked out to the desk, seeing Maggie at the computer.

"We were going to help you out-"

"What's going on," I asked, ignoring her.

She froze up.

"Maggie."

"It's Ava," she replied. I furrowed my eyebrows. "She... She slit her own throat."

"What?"

"In front of Connor."

"Holy shit," I whispered. "Is she okay? In surgery or anything?"

"She didn't make it."

"And Connor?"

"Shaken up but she didn't hurt him. He went home."

I nodded. Thank God.

"My papers are all filled out, can I-"

"I'd be angry if you tried to do anything else," Maggie cut me off. "You are not driving yourself."

"I've got them," Dr. Charles was walking out of the hospital. "I'm heading out for the day."

"I can't ask you-"

"Good thing you aren't asking," he said. "Come on. You need to get home."

Dr. Charles was quiet as he listened to me list off directions to my apartment building. He made sure I made it to my door before leaving, wishing me well.

I placed stuff on the couch and had been getting ready for bed when there was a knock on my door. I opened it to see Connor on the other side.

He looked tired. There were bags under his eyes, his hair was messy, and his shoulders were slouched forward. I stepped to the side and let him walk in. I closed the door behind him.

"Maggie called when you went-"

I stepped forward and hugged him tightly. He slowly hugged me back.

"They told me about Ava," I mumbled. "I'm so sorry."

"T-Thank you," he stepped back a bit. "She... she was the one that killed my dad."

"Oh God..."

"There's... There's something else," he sighed. "When I confronted her about my dad, before she... before she hurt herself, she confirmed that she was the one who dosed you."

I nodded, "I... I kinda figured that out. The coffee she offered me was the only super different part of my day."

"I'm sorry-"

"You didn't do anything wrong," I stopped him.

"I'm leaving the city."

"Oh? Forever?"

"It's looking that way," he replied.

He reached forward and grabbed one of my hands. I looked down as he ran his thumb over my knuckles.

"I almost lost you," he muttered.

"I'll try to not let it happen again," I tried to joke in the hopes of relieving some of the tension in the room.

He chuckled.

The room fell silent for a while. Not long, maybe half a minute. But it felt like an eternity.

"Come with me," he said at last.

"What," I asked.

"I want you to come with me," he pushed. "I want to be with you. I... I love you."

I felt my heart almost stop in its tracks.

Connor looked ready to backtrack. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I kissed him. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer as he kissed me back.

I slowly pulled away, smiling at him, "I love you too, Connor."

He smiled back and pulled me into another kiss.

I leaned back and rested our foreheads together.

"Where are we going," I asked.

"I... I don't know yet," he chuckled. "Somewhere nice."

I nudged his nose with mine as I agreed, "Somewhere nice."

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For Conner & Sarah: “ please tell me you didn’t cancel your plans for me… ”

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Connor couldn't help but shrug at his soulmate. A tiny smirk played on his lips. Sarah groaned covering her eyes. “It’s just dinner with my sister and actually, I was going to ask if you wanted to join us.”

Sarah peaked out from behind her hands, “Why?” 

Connor’s smirk widened as he shrugged, “You know for moral support.”

“You need moral support for dinner with your sister?” Sarah asked in a confused voice, her hands completely falling from her face. Now her soulmate’s smirk dimmed into a sad smile. He seemed to stumble over his words- “I-When we first met, I told you I had been away from the city for a while.” 

Sarah nodded. So Connor continued, “Well I originally left to get away from my Dad. But in doing that, I also left my little sister. Which created a rift between us which led to an estrangement between us.”

“Oh...” 

“Yeah,” Connor said in a tone that sounded as heavy as he felt with the subject they were discussing. 

“So moral support.” Sarah said. 

“Moral support,” he echoed back with a nod.

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[hotchs-second-wife]

Red Love - Chapter Two

Author's Note: I know no one asked for this, but I got really good inspo for this next chapter - and yes, I have been watching PD writing these.

Warning:

Other: I have no clue how mentioned car works, nor anything about it. I just googled 'expensive cars 2015' and picked the one I liked the most. Oh, and as I'm writing a part of this, my car has broken down and am currently waiting for the tow truck to come get us lol. I'm now writing another part to this on a bus. Now (11:30am, Nov 30th) I am pained because I have a legal studies exam and i was so ready, until i found out we gotta talk abt reforms and now I will be so sad in the middle of a 2 hour exam.

"Where you leavin' to, dressed up like that?" Kevin asked with a frown and a small smile, looking at Farah's choice of outfit after their shift. "The case is over, y'know."

Farah rolled her eyes with a chuckle. Her medication paid off - she could laugh without feeling immediate pain. "Believe it or not, I'm going on a date."

"Oh ho!" The officer laughed, as his best friend walked in. "Adam, our little lynx has become a leopard!"

"That's not how biology works, Kev," the woman laughed.

"What's going on?" The blond asked, looking around the locker doors at his friends.

Farah shook her head as Kevin filled his best friend in, "little Farah's got a date."

"I love that you're more excited than I am."

"Oh? Who is it?" Adam questioned, now that he knew what was happening. "One of the firefighters at 51? What about one of their paramedics?"

"He's a doctor."

The men fell silent for a moment, looking at each other. Out of nowhere, Antonio appeared with a huge grin on his face. "You both owe me 50!"

"You guys were betting on me?!" Farah's face showed mock surprise, which made her partner laugh as he walked up behind her. "And bet what exactly?"

"I guess you both lose 150 each!" Jay snickered, taking a fifty-dollar note from Kevin, then one from Adam. "Antonio and I said you'd have a date with one of Will's coworkers - most likely a doctor - by the end of the week."

When Farah turned to Adam and Kevin, the latter sighing. "Mouse, Adam and I said you'd have a date with someone at 51."

Jay pat his partner's back, "have fun and call me if you need someone to drive you home! Mouse, you owe me 50!"

"Oh, come on!"

Farah laughed at her friends, before turning to the women in the room. "I'm a little surprise you two didn't place bets."

"Oh we did," Kim Burgess nodded.

Erin agreed from beside her, "I asked Will if Connor was going on a date tonight after you told me you were. The boys clearly didn't think of that."

"Wow, some real friends I have." The younger detective deadpanned, biting her lip. After a few moments of laughter, Farah looked down at her dress before looking up at the other women. "Alright, we ready to go?"

Connor stood in one of the outer hallways of Chicago Med, waiting for his date to arrive. He saw her again when she and Jay had come into the ED on a case, and Connor gathered up the courage to ask her on a date. He knew he shouldn't have asked his old patient on a date - he knew doctors were practically forbidden from dating their patients, just as cops were against dating their suspects.

Or, something along those lines, according to Farah.

But then she'd agreed, swearing it was only one date and that nothing would come from it afterward.

"Maybe this was a bad idea..."

"Backing out on me now, Rhodes?" He could hear the smile in her voice. He looked up to see a bright smile on her face, "you better not be. I got all dressed up for you."

As soon as Connor felt his mouth hanging open, he closed it by clenching his jaw. Farah chuckled.

"I've been told I have this effect on people - never believed it until now though."

Connor laughed, walking up to Farah and checking out her dress. It was a dark, glittery red that no doubt matched her personality. "You look gorgeous- beautiful- I don't think I'll ever find the right word for how you look right now."

"Thank you," Farah posed with a bashful smile before checking out the doctor in front of her. He wore a black dress shirt, yet his pants were even darker. "You look devilishly handsome, Mr. Rhodes."

Connor raised an amused eyebrow, "well then, Ms. LaRue, shall we go to our destination?"

"So formal!"

"You started it," the man snorted, earning laughter from his date. As they stepped out the front of Chicago Med, Connor watched as Farah stared at their ride to the restaurant. A black Rolls-Royce Ghost Series II was parked in front of them, and it shone in the street lights and the lighting from inside the hospital. "Do you like it?"

Farah looked between her date and the car with her mouth open in shock a couple of times, before gathering any thoughts. "Like it?! I love it! A Rolls-Royce?! How- what-"

"It's for you."

"No." She stared at the car, trying to think of something to say. "I can't-"

Connor shrugged as if this was nothing. Well, to him it was nothing - he had the money to spend, being a trauma surgeon, so he might as well spend it on the woman he liked. "I bought it for you. I won't have any need for it at home. And Will mentioned how Jay is always complaining that you keep using his truck."

"One, complaining is an understatement. Jay's like a child being told no to candy when it comes to his truck. It's more like whining," Farah stuck up a finger in counting, lifting another. "Two, he offers."

He chuckled, getting the car keys from his pocket. "Well, he won't need to offer anymore and you won't have to listen to him 'whining' either." Connor waited for her to take the keys, and when she did, he walked around to the driver's door, holding it open for her. "My Lady," he bowed.

"Why thank you, kind sir," Farah giggled, taking a seat and moving to sit comfortably. The seats were leather and when she'd started the engine, the dashboard and all the corresponding buttons lit up.

Connor's face softened at the clear excitement on Farah's face. "You look like a child in a candy store."

"I might as well be!" She squealed, looking at all the buttons, then the little flatscreen where she could connect her phone's Bluetooth and accessories. "You bought me an expensive car as a gift to our date, you should have expected this."

"Sometimes I forget not everyone comes from money like I have," Connor admitted with a gentle shrug. "And I'm a trauma surgeon, I have the money."

"That you should be spending on yourself." Farah glared slightly, before turning her attention to the small screen, trying to connect her phone. Once everything was set, she sat back with a huge grin. "You didn't have to do this, really."

Connor leaned back into his seat, "I felt like I pressured you into this date, so this is kind of-"

"An apology? Connor, I wouldn't have agreed to this date in the first place if I genuinely didn't have any interest in getting to know you." She ran her hands around the steering wheel. "Buuuut...I could get used to gifts."

The doctor laughed, "so bribery does work on cops?"

"You have to admit, at least I'm an honest bribed cop." As she pulled out of the parking lot, Farah glanced at the doctor, as he started speaking again.

"So...did you find anything out about the crook you were looking for?"

Her eyes stared at the road, before she decided to say anything. Connor could tell she was considering telling him, and he was about to excuse that he was just trying to make conversation when she answered him. "The knife they used was owned by a Beatrice Wells, but she's 85 - I doubt she'd try to stab someone at that age." She chuckled, "but if she did, that's amazing for her age. All the power to her. When I'm 85, I know I won't be attempting it."

"You might."

"Yeah, probably."

Connor laughed, joined by Farah, as they cruised through Chicago before reaching their destination. It was a fine dine and wine restaurant that Farah didn't even know existed, and when she saw the menu, she excused that there was no way she could pay for an entire meal on a detective's salary.

"I'm paying. Get whatever you want." That earned Connor a stare in disbelief. "I'm not going to ask a lady on a date and expect her to pay. Call me old fashioned, but that's how the Rhodes do it."

"I can't make you pay."

Connor's eyes looked up from the menu, "you're not. I'm insisting."

Farah couldn't argue anymore, and after some discussion, ordered a decent sized meal that looked like it was cooked by gods. After the wine in their glasses were finished, the pair left the restaurant, her arm linked through his.

"I will be paying you back." Farah shook her head. As Connor was about to object, she put a finger in front of his lips. "You might not expect me to pay for my own meal, but you should expect some kind of thank you. Aside from me driving you back to your apartment, of course." When they got back into her brand-new car, Farah glanced at her duffle bag she'd absentmindedly thrown into the back seat when they'd first gotten in the car. This entire time, she forgot it was there. "Mind if I stop by my place first? It's only 10 minutes from here."

Connor shrugged, "no problem. I don't have a cat or dog I need to tend to."

"Because you don't like animals?"

"I don't really see a reason to have a pet, with my hours and everything." The doctor answered, and the two held steady conversation on the way to her apartment. When they'd arrived, he insisted at least walking her to the door of her apartment, then he'd wait outside.

He didn't realise why she was hesitant to bring her up to her door.

"Detective, is that you?" A sweet, elderly voice called down the hallway, and Farah let out an exhausted sigh. "You're getting back awfully late."

"I was working on a case today, Dorothy." She replied honestly. Farah cast an apologetic glance at Connor while her elderly neighbour approached. "I was just coming back to leave my bag before I drove across town."

"Who is this handsome man?" Dorothy asked, her small, hunched stature staring up at Connor.

Farah placed a hand on the man's arm, feeling the muscle flex momentarily. "This is Connor Rhodes; he's a trauma surgeon at Chicago Med."

"Oh!" Dorothy gleamed, her smile turning into a grin. "You're that handsome doctor that saved Detective La Rue's life a few weeks ago! Oh, Detective Halstead was saying how much she," the woman nodded at Farah, "found you handsome."

Farah's cheeks turned bright red, retracting her arm with a gulp. "We should get going - I'll be home in half an hour, Dorothy."

"Oh dear, has Greg met him yet? He's a nice boy, you'd surely want to know what he thinks of your boyfriend."

"He's not- Connor and I have only been on one date, Dorothy."

The older woman rose her chin, "in my day, one day was enough courting. At least for my George anyway."

"Hey, Dorothy," Mouse's bright smile and cheery voice let Farah feel a sense of relief. "What are you doing up so late? You heard Dr. Halstead, you should be getting nine hours of sleep."

The woman smiled a toothy grin at her neighbour. "Hello, Greg. I heard Farah come home and I had to see who she was talking to. I knew you came home hours ago. Have you met Dr. Rhodes?"

"I have," Mouse nodded, sending Farah a quick wink. "He's very smart, and he took amazing care of Farah. Look, she's walking again after only three weeks."

Connor murmured, "not that I recommended it."

"Do you know who the Rhodes are, dear?" Dorothy asked Mouse, reaching a hand to place on the man's arm. "Dr. Rhodes has plenty of money to get you and Farah out of this place." Just as she'd said that, a rat scurried across the hallway floor. "Better for you both, I say."

Farah glanced at Connor's face, seeing slight uncomfortability on the doctor's face. "We should be getting inside. Lovely seeing you, Dorothy."

"You remember about his mother, right?" She could feel Connor tense beside her, his gentle breathing coming to a halt. "Poor lady. I've always wondered how you were doing, Dr. Rhodes. It's great to see you in good health."

Connor nodded slowly, "thank you, ma'am."

"See you tomorrow, Dorothy." Mouse politely waved, moving to let his roommate and her date inside the apartment. "I'll go make some tea and coffee. What do you prefer, Connor?"

When the doctor didn't answer, Mouse opted to make him coffee with his own and left the two to talk.

"I'm sorry about her," Farah started, her head down. "She's nosy and she's the same age as my sweet mémé, so I away feel bad telling her I can't talk." She took a deep sigh.

"You didn't know she'd bring up my mom," Connor looked around the apartment, noticing the personal decorations. Photos of both Mouse and Farah's families, places in France (seemingly) and one of Mouse, Farah and Jay in front of the Eiffel Tower. "When did you guys go to France?"

"A week before you and I met." Farah thanked Mouse as he placed her full mug beside her, and placed a mug of hot chocolate in front of Connor.

"I wasn't entirely sure how you liked your coffee, so I just made you hot coco."

Connor nodded thankfully, "thanks, Mouse." He caught sight of a photo of Jay and Mouse in military uniforms. "So, you and Jay have known each other since your time in the Rangers?"

"Pretty much - we've been best friends since." He looked down at the woman beside him, gently stroking her hair. "So I've been put in charge of making sure Farah doesn't do anything stupid."

"What Jay doesn't know is Mouse encourages me," Farah chuckled, jokingly swatting Mouse. "It's almost 12, you can stay in the guest room tonight. I'll have to check what state it's in after Jay's sleepover though, I'll be right back."

Mouse smiled as his roommate left the shared living space to their spare bedroom. "How was dinner?"

"It was nice - she loves her job."

"She's amazing at it too," the brunet agreed, taking a sip of his coffee.

Connor couldn't disagree there. The little bits of her work he'd been able to see were performed to beyond his expectations. The way you could feel kindness and comfort radiate off her whenever she had to talk to victims in the ED made Connor's heart swell. He couldn't help it.

The one time he'd seen her 'jump-arrest' as suspect - as the Halstead brothers liked to call it - was one of the most incredible things he'd seen a cop do. Even if she went through a glass door.

"I'm guessing she ordered the cheapest thing on the menu."

"I couldn't persuade her otherwise."

Mouse laughed. "As stubborn as always, our Farah. She hates anyone spending money on her - I got her the bed in her room and she insisted on sleeping on the couch."

'Our Farah'. It played in Connor's head over and over. It was like a message tone that he couldn't get rid of. Mouse had meant it platonically, right? She'd mentioned that Mouse was her best friend at dinner, while Jay was like an older brother.

"Jay's that older brother that's always bothering you without truly meaning to. Well, he does sometimes, but that's Jay. You gotta love him for being able to joke. That's how he shows he really cares about you; if he feels like he can laugh and joke with you, he's comfortable. If he's all stone-faced and serious, he feels like he has to put on a front."

The look of admiration on Farah's face when she talked about her partner reminded Connor of the way he looked up to his sister, Claire. Or the way Claire looked at him.

Until he left Chicago.

Farah called Mouse and Jay 'her boys' at dinner. Then she mentioned that Kevin, Antonio and Adam were her boys too, since they also worked with her.

"Connor?"

"Hm?"

Mouse let out a breath, "I asked if she mentioned her family or her childhood; 'she' being Farah."

"Well, she mentioned France and how she grew up in Brighton with Evan. Then we talked about my childhood here." Connor remembered a thought from earlier in the evening. "Farah said something in, uh, French I think it was; something on the menu. Then she asked the waiter for the bill in Arabic. And I just mentioned her talking about France."

"Oh yeah, she's half French half Arab." Mouse nodded, taking a seat on the stool beside Connor. "She's more fluent in French than Arabic - better than any of us in the bullpen though. You should've seen her face when Ruzek tried to call her beautiful in French."

Connor snorted, "what'd he say?"

"Bella."

"Isn't that Spanish?"

"Antonio told him French and Spanish are that similar that some of the words are the same." Mouse shook his head with a smile, "bella means pretty in Spanish. Belle is beautiful in French."

"According to Adam they're close enough," Farah sighed, walking into the room. "I swear I'm going to give him French lessons one day." She turned to Connor, "the guest room is fine, a few of Jay's shirts and pants are still in the dressing table. If you fit them, I'm sure Jay won't mind you borrowing them tomorrow."

"He has plenty of clothes at his place," Mouse shrugged filling his now empty mug with water and leaving it in the sink. "I'm heading back to bed now, goodnight." He placed a kiss on Farah's forehead on the way to his room. "Don't stay up too late and don't be too loud - we have work tomorrow and I'm sure Jerry next door doesn't want to be woken up at this hour."

"Night, Greg," Farah called as the man disappeared into his bedroom. "If you need anything to eat or drink and neither of us are up yet, just take whatever. We pretty much have double of everything anyway."

She headed through the living room and around the corner to her bedroom, and Connor decided that he might as well take up the offer and sleep in the guest room - he wasn't going to ask Farah for a lift home at...12:26am when she already looked exhausted.

And it wasn't going to kill him to stay the night at her apartment.

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[sjhhemmings]

Accident

Connor Rhodes x Fem!Reader

A/N: cutesy little one shot that i dont rlly like but whatever. hope you guys enjoy it. I love Connor, but god I really need to pick a hyper fixation. Guess who’s loving Chicago P.D. rn???

warnings: cussing (i think), not proofread, canon typical medical talk? (i think), kissing, confrontation.

You always hated driving. Not that you sucked at it or anything, you just never trusted any other driver on the road.

It could be considered an ‘irrational fear’ but you would consider it being cautionary and safe. Nothing wrong with that. Well until you actually had to drive for yourself. Then there was everything wrong with it. The unnecessary anxiety, triple checking your surroundings, not being able to fully be comfortable. Just not your cup of tea. Especially today.

Moments like these make you miss your ex. He always drove you everywhere. It was like a deal you guys had, he would drive and you would cook. It’s not like either of you weren’t capable of doing those tasks, it’s just when you have someone else who would rather do it for you, why not?

Today however there was no avoiding you driving. You had to testify in court for a case you worked awhile back. Perks of being a detective. Well at least the plan was to testify in court. That was until about an hour ago before you got T-boned in the middle of an intersection.

A drunk driver ran a red light hitting your driver side door trapping you in the car. You became unconscious on impact, but luckily for you Firehouse 51 had been the one to respond to your accident.

You woke up in the ambulance shocked of course, but relief came over you as you realized Sylvie Brett had been your EMT.

“What happened?” You asked a little out of breath.

“Hey you’re okay. It was just a car accident. Other driver was completely fine, Burgess and Atwater took him in. You were unconscious when we found you, but we think it was just from shock. You have no major injuries besides what may be a fracture on your left forearm, we’re taking you to med to have them run some more tests.”

Processing the information, you look at your left arm to see that it is definitely broken. Lucky for you, you can’t exactly feel it at the moment so you just sigh. After a few seconds you feel like you’re forgetting something. Wait. Shit.

“Do you think i’ll be able to make it to court in…” checking the time on your now broken watch, “15 minutes.” Fuck.

“I think you’ll be lucky if they don’t keep you overnight for observation,” She says will a wry smile.

“We’re about 3 minutes from med if that helps!” Chout tells from the drivers seat.

No Chout. It doesn’t help.

“Just my luck.” You mutter rolling your eyes.

When you arrived at Med, Will Halstead ended up being your doctor.

“Jeez Y/N, what’d you do this time?” He asks with a joking smile as you’re rolled into the treatment room.

“Oh y’know, the usual.” You joke back wincing a little as he checks your arm.

“Well, as you probably know this arm is definitely broken. April order a portable x-ray and push some pain meds for our dear Y/N here. As for right now since your lucid we can rule out any major injuries, I’m gonna do some more tests to make sure you don’t have a concussion but-”

“Y/N, what the hell happened?!”

Both you and Will look at the man who interrupted him, of course he showed up. Somehow despite you guys being broken up, he still shows up everywhere.

“Connor, what are you doing here?” You ask as he approaches you with more ease.

“Yeah, Connor, Y/N is my patient and I’m pretty sure this would still be considered conflict of interest.” Will adds on earning an eye roll from Dr. Rhodes.

“I’m still your emergency contact.” Connor says holding up your possessions in a matter of fact tone.

“Oh.” Is all your able to say before Will takes a big inhale.

“Well, I’m gonna come back when the x-ray gets here.” Will says a little awkwardly as he shuffles out of the room.

Connor hands sets your things at the foot of your bed earning a muttered thanks from you. Connor turns to leave, but ultimately turns around to stay.

“What happened?” He asks again more worried this time.

“I’m fine-”

“That’s not what I asked. You’re in my ED with a broken forearm and a narly cut on your head, what happened?” He asks folding his arms with a furrowed brow.

“Car accident. I got t-boned at the intersection next to the court house. Guy ran a red light…” You say sheepishly not looking Connor in the eye.

Before you know it Connor had marched his way over to you grabbing your jaw gently to get a better look at your head.

“The cut doesn’t seem too bad. Halstead should be able to close it without stitches.” Connor looked at you with soft eyes, the way he would when you guys were together. Still holding your face, you couldn’t help but melt under his gaze. Subconsciously leaning into his hold you look up at him through your lashes.

“Thanks for being here.”

Connor nods in response and finally lets you go. Sitting in the chair behind him you give him a quizzical look.

“I’m not leaving until you’re all taken care of. You shouldn’t have to sit here alone.” He says resting in the chair kicking one leg over the other.

You chuckle at his response and slightly frown.

“Before I leave I’ll make sure I take you off my emergency contact list,” You say avoiding his gaze.

“What? No? You don’t have to do that.” He says defiantly.

“Yes I do? We broke up remember.” You say finally looking at him again.

“Okay, well,”

“Exactly. There’s no reason you should be getting called when-”

“When you have an emergency? Yeah. Okay.” He interrupts you rolling his eyes.

“Connor, we’re not together anymore. Frankly it’s non of your business what emergencies I have.” You say shrugging. Having this conversation was hurting you more than you let on but it was necessary.

“Well what if we were together? Then what?” He asks making you furrow your brows.

“We’re not though?”

“But what if we were? What if we got back together?”

“We won’t. We wanted different things. We were never meant to work out.”

“But what if we wanted the same things? There’s no reason we should be broken up right now.”

“Connor! What do you want?! You left me!” You say finally snapping with tears coming to your eyes.

“I want you.” He says standing up and grabbing your hand.

“When I got the call that you got hurt, I finally realized that I couldn’t live without you. I’ve been trying for these last few weeks, to make you happy. We had the talk where we wanted different things, and I just made the choice for the both of us. It was wrong. You could’ve died today and I cannot live without you any longer Y/N.”

You deeply exhale as you let his words sink in.

“You just can’t cook on your own can you, Connor?” You asked semi-jokingly but also semi-serious.

Connor scoffs and puts a hand to his chest in disbelief. “Me? Not being able to cook without you? How dare you ever insinuate such a thing!”

Rolling your eyes you pull his hand that you’re still holding closer to you, bringing him down to your level.

Pressing a deep kiss to his lips he holds your face with his other hand. Only pulling away slightly you look into his eyes to try and see what he’s thinking.

“So do you want to try again?” He asks anxiously.

Kissing him again harshly he chuckles in response.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask him to which he smiles.

“Without a doubt.” He says leaning his forehead against yours.

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[whump-imagines]

Lunch Date Gone Wrong

Connor x reader

~1000 words

She walked into the ED and greeted Leah at the admit desk. “Hey. I just wanted to surprise Connor for lunch. Can I go wait in the lounge?”

“Of course. I think he went upstairs but you can check with Maggie.”

“Thanks.” She walked through the sliding doors from the waiting room and stopped at the nurses station. Maggie saw her and walked out from the desk to give her a hug. “Hi, Mags.”

“Hi, sweetie,” Maggie said. “I didn't know you were coming today.”

She laughed. “Neither does Connor. I needed to get out of the house. Figured I'd surprise him for lunch.”

“He just ran upstairs to check on a patient but he should be back pretty soon,” Maggie explained. “You can go wait in the lounge if you want. Do you want me to page him?”

She shook her head. “No, I don't want to bother him. I can wait.” She went into the lounge and made herself comfortable on the couch.

Twenty minutes later, she saw Connor by the nurses station. He was looking at a computer and Maggie was nowhere in sight so she assumed he didn't know she was there.

She smiled and stood from the couch. She swayed slightly, dismissing it as having stood too fast. Walking out of the lounge, she made her way to where he was.

He glanced up and locked eyes with her. He smiled. “Hey! What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to get some fresh air and different scenery. Thought I'd see if you had time for some lunch.”

He pulled her into a hug and kissed her as he pulled away. “I always have time for you. Did you want to go grab something quick or eat here?”

She shrugged, swaying on her feet once again as dizziness made her world spin.

Connor frowned, grasping her shoulders and stepping back half a step to look at her. “You okay?”

She started to nod. “Uh, yeah. I think.”

“You sure?” He moved his hand to caress her cheek.

“Honestly?” she asked. “I was starving when I left the house. Now, I'm a little nauseous and dizzy.”

He pulled her behind the desk to a chair. “Okay, let’s sit down.”

She let him guide her into the chair. She took a deep breath and shook her head trying to clear the feeling, but it only made it worse. “Whoa,” she whispered, closing her eyes tight.

“Just breathe. I'm right here,” Connor reassured. He took her hand in his and she felt him press his fingers into the pulse point at her wrist. Her eyes were still closed so she didn't see the look of surprise on his face. “Hey, Maggie,” he said quietly. “What's open?”

“Uh, treatment three and four are. Why?” She asked.

Connor glanced at Y/N. “I need an EKG. Her heart rate is way too high.”

“Okay. I'll meet you in three,” Maggie said.

“Wait,” said Y/N. Her breathing quickened with her anxiety. “Why? What's wrong with me?”

“Shh, shh,” Connor soothed. “It's okay. Just breathe. We will figure it out. Can you stand up for me?”

She allowed him to pull her up. As soon as she was fully upright she swayed before her knees buckled. Connor caught her before she could hit the ground and lifted her heading straight to treatment three.

“Y/N! Can you hear me, sweetheart?” He asked as he set her on the bed. He ran his knuckle firmly over her sternum and she moaned but didn't wake. “Open your eyes for me.”

Will joined them as Maggie finished hooking up the cardiac monitor. She wrapped a BP cuff around her bicep. “Need a hand in here?”

“Damn it,” Connor cursed as he saw the monitor reading. “She's in SVT.”

“Connor,” Will warned. “You shouldn't be treating her.”

“I'm fine,” Connor argued. “I'm going to try a carotid massage.”

Will stepped closer. “Maggie, CBC, BMP, lytes, cardiac enzymes, and a chest x-ray. Please.”

“On it.” She quickly ordered the x-ray before drawing blood for the lab tests.

“No change.” Will pointed out as Connor stared at the monitor as if trying to Will the rhythm to change. “We need to push adenosine.”

“Just one more second,” Connor said. About thirty seconds later, his head dropped to his chest as he took a step back. “Uh, okay. Will?”

Will squeezed Connor’s shoulder before returning his focus to Y/N. “I got her, buddy.” He then turned to April who had joined them in the room. “Six milligrams of adenosine.”

Seconds later, April announced, “Pushing.” Almost instantly the monitor droned the monotone asystole sound before the fast beep resumed.

Connor’s hand came up to cover his mouth for a moment. His worry was really starting to shine through.

“Okay,” Will started. “Let's try another twelve milligrams of adenosine.”

Once again, April announced when she pushed the meds just before the monotone sound followed by the rapid beeping.

“Damn it,” Connor cursed.

“It's fine. I got her,” Will reassured. “We knew she was stubborn, right? Give me the paddles and charge to 75.”

Maggie handed them to him as April placed the orange gel pads on her chest. Will placed the paddles as Maggie stated, “Charged.”

“Clear!” Will verified everyone's hands were off before pressing the button. Her head shifted with the small jolt. Suddenly, the fast paced beeping slowed. “Back in sinus. Rate 86.”

Connor breathes a heavy sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god.”

A few minutes later, she moaned. “C–Connor?”

He was sitting beside her holding her hand as Will performed an echocardiogram.

Squeezing her hand, he spoke, “I'm right here, honey. Will is here too.”

She pried her eyes open slowly, shying away from the bright lights. “What happened?”

Connor ran his free hand over her head, pushing hair from her face. “You had a bit of an arrhythmia. We had to give you some meds and shock your heart to get it back to normal rhythm. Will is just running some tests now so we can figure out why it happened.”

She blinked slowly. “I'm so tired.”

“Well your heart just ran a mini marathon,” Will said.

“You can go ahead and rest,” Connor suggested. “You're going to be here at least overnight.”

She let her eyes flutter closed. “Mmkay.”

Connor continued to run his hand gently over her head until she was sound asleep. He knew it would be a long few weeks of tests and possible medications but for now, he was just glad she was okay.

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[halsteadlover]

𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 & 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Connor Rhodes x Fem!Reader.

• Requested: yes by @babyhvunjin.

• Warnings: nudity, dirty talking, unprotected sex, fluff, ugly ass writing.

• Word count: 4159.

• A/N: PLEASE READ THIS ONLY IF YOU’RE +18. Wow this title is so original 💀 pls this is so awful don’t come at me. I hope you’ll like it anyway, like, comment and reblog if you want, it’d be amazing. As always, thank you so your constant support ❤️ I love you all.

The birds’ chirping and the noise of passing cars on the street forced Connor to open his eyes. He was relaxed, refreshed, something he hadn't feel in so long and didn't even know existed yet.

He lifted his arms as he stretched out before turning his gaze to the watch. 10:23.

He never woke up this late, he couldn't even remember the last time it happened and in that moment he realized he definitely needed some time off. A single day off wasn’t enough.

His eyes then moved to the figure lying beside him. You were still sleeping peacefully and Connor smiled in front of that beautiful image: your hair scattered on the pillow even if some strands fell on your face, your lips slightly parted, your eyelashes caressing your skin, your hands clenching in a fist the sheet that covered your body.

It wasn't often - in fact it was quite rare - you and Connor had the day off on the same day and for this very reason he wanted to savor every minute, every second of that day.

He continued to look at you for a while, bringing a hand next to your face and stroking your skin gently as he moved the strands of hair in front of your eyes. He was careful not to wake you up, wanting you to rest as you deserved and - above all - to be able to look at you without the anxiety of having to rush to work.

You were so damn beautiful, you looked so peaceful and serene, your chest slowly rising and falling as you slept.

He took his cell phone from the nightstand next to his bed and snapped a couple of pictures of you, so he could capture that moment and always be able to watch you sleep.

He started caressing your face again, his fingers trailing down your jawline, the side of your neck, gently tracing an imaginary line across your skin up to your shoulders, then back up to your face.

His morning erection was accentuated just by that touch but knowing you were naked under that sheet didn't help at all and it was also a great test of his self-control, knowing there was only a thin layer of fabric to prevent him from to look and caress you was driving him crazy.

“You are so beautiful my love,” he whispered as his eyes looked at you with so much love. He was so lucky to have you and even then, after years of you being together, he almost couldn't believe he had such a blessing.

Connor could no longer resist the urge to plant kisses on your cheek. He was so torn whether to wake you up or not, on one hand you deserved to rest and you were so beautiful while you were sleeping, on the other hand he wanted nothing more than to spend every single minute of your free day together.

But when you started to move in your sleep, he froze not knowing if you were waking up or not. You turned away, with your back to him.

“It's not very nice to wake me up,” you murmured, your eyes still closed and your voice thick with sleep. Connor chuckled and wrapped his arm around your hips, above the sheet, planting sweet kisses on your bare shoulder.

“I'm sorry babe, but you were so beautiful I couldn't resist the urge to kiss you,” he whispered into your skin as he continued to kiss you.

“I know but let me sleep please.”

“Baby it's almost 11, you really want to spend the whole day sleeping?” he asked rhetorically, already knowing the answer you would give.

“Yes,” you said capriciously like a child making Connor laugh who kept holding you tightly to him instead.

“Not on my watch soon to be Mrs. Rhodes,” he whispered into your ear as his hand stroked the ring on your finger with which he asked you to marry him. You smiled at just the nickname, a flock of butterflies flooded your stomach. “And now can you kiss me good morning or I still have to wait?”.

“I have to brush my teeth first,” you mumbled pressing your face into the pillow.

“Y/N are you serious? We've been together for almost six years and we're about to get married, do you really think I give a shit about your breath?”.

“Yes.”

Connor grabbed your face forcing you to turn towards him and before you could say anything, his mouth was already on yours as he devoured you in a deep and intense kiss. That position wasn't very comfortable for kissing but that simple kiss was enough to bring back scenes of the passionate night you had spent and rekindle desire.

That and of course feeling his hard erection pressed against your ass as he rubbed himself to try and find some relief.

“Fuck you gotta stop pressing your ass on my dick baby, do you have any idea what you're doing to me?”. Connor's lips fell from yours lips towards your jawline, moving down your neck, paying particular attention to that area he knew was driving you crazy.

“I'm not doing anything baby. Mmmh,” you gasped as he sucked at the skin on your neck. “You are always so eager.”

“Baby you're lying next to me, beautiful as the sun and above all naked, how can you even expect me to behave?” he whispered while his hand slipped under the sheet and caressed your skin, your sides, your abdomen up to your breasts, which he started to touch and massage without any restraint.

“Wait, wait,” you said and Connor stopped immediately, removing his hand from your breast.

“Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?” he asked in alarm.

You turned your head slightly towards him and gave him a kiss on his lips, smiling at him in an attempt to reassure him. “No baby you didn't do anything wrong, I just have to go to the bathroom.”

A disappointed moan escaped his lips and he held you tighter in his arms. “No, don't leave me.”

You giggled. “Baby, please get me up.”

“All right, all right, fine. But be quick,” he snorted, reluctantly letting you go. His eyes scanned a full x-ray of your body as you walked away – still naked – to the bathroom, not failing to give him a wink. Connor let out a deep sigh, frustrated at the throbbing erection between his legs as you were always turning him on more and more.

After peeing and using the bidet, you brushed your teeth too, but almost gasped when the door slammed open, revealing a naked Connor in all his glory.

Your eyes traveled up and down his body and as much as you were used to seeing him naked, each time was as good as the first, if not better than the last time. How did you manage to conquer such a Greek God? Fuck, he was perfect.

“Ever heard of privacy?” you asked rhetorically after spitting the toothpaste into the sink but your eyes fixed on his entire body except his face.

But Connor doesn't even seem to hear you as his eyes, with equal ferocity and desire, ran up and down your body. “God baby I would sell my left kidney to be able to wake up like this every morning. How are you so fucking perfect?”.

The blush spread across your cheeks and you began to feel suddenly shy under his languid, lustful gaze. It didn't matter you've been together for so many years, Connor always managed to make you feel beautiful, desired, as if you were the sexiest woman on the planet.

“Connor I happen to not to be done yet,” you spoke amused as you rinsed your mouth and then your face as well.

“Mmmh yeah, yeah,” he replied absently as his eyes traced every inch of your ass along with the rest of your body.

“Do you want to have breakfast naked in the garden?” you asked ironically as he leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest.

“Hmm sure baby.”

“And then also running in the streets screaming and knocking over garbage cans?”.

“Anything you want my love.”

“Connor! You're not even listening to me!” you exclaimed throwing the towel at him, making him come to his senses.

“I'm sorry baby but it's your fault! How am I supposed to focus while you’re naked and looking so fucking hot?”.

“I can’t even imagine how hard it is but at least try.”

“Take a shower with me,” he changed the subject completely and his tone of voice suggested he’d hear no objection.

You walked up to him and threw your arms around his neck. “What if I don't want to?”.

A moan almost escaped your lips as his hands squeezed and groped your ass without restraint like it was the first time he ever touched it.

“Really?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and a grin playing on his lips as his gaze alternated between your eyes and your lips. The way he kept looking at you, God, he looked like he was ready to take you right there and then. It was useless to try to be bold and resist him, this was impossible, so you didn't answer him, in fact the answer was hidden in the kiss you gave him when you pressed your lips against his.

Connor didn't even waste a second and immediately returned that kiss, sticking his tongue in your mouth as the kiss became deeper and more passionate. The way he kissed you with so much passion and voracity and eagerness as if he was trying to possess every inch of you, as if he wanted more and more and it wasn't enough to satisfy his need to have you, made every single cell of your body burn and ignite every fiber of your being. He made you feel so wanted, so desired and you didn't care his fingers, for example, pressed so hard into your a flesh they probably would’ve left marks, you would’ve given him all of yourself, always, forever.

Connor pushed you gently against the wall, the coldness of the walls contrasting sharply with the warmth of your skin that felt like it was on fire. Your bodies rubbed against each other and just the feel of his bare skin pressed against yours made you completely lose your mind.

His hard dick pressed against your lower abdomen and you shivered under his touch, with desire to feel it inside you, hard and thick as he slammed you like you were just a dirty slut.

“Fuck baby I want you so bad,” you muttered on his lips as you pulled away to catch some breath, but it only lasted a few seconds. Those simple words lit a fire inside Connor, awakening an animal instinct he could no longer keep under control.

He kissed you again, his lips sliding down your jaw and neck, making you gasp with the pleasure the feel of his lips gave you.

But you grabbed him by the face and kissed him again as your hands traveled all over his body. His hand grabbed you by your thigh, bringing it to his side while the other rested on your side pressing you firmly against him as he continued to take your breath away and consume your lips. In that bathroom the sound of your gasps resounded and every second that passed you felt you couldn't resist anymore.

“Connor please…”

“What baby?” he whispered letting go of your side and grabbing your breasts “Fuck I love your tits so much.”

“You. I want you.”

“Mmh baby the things you do to me,” he sighed, about to explode “You want me to fuck you against this wall?”.

Your pussy clenched just at the thought and you were so horny at the time you would’ve let him do anything to you. “Yes, fuck, yes.”

“Your wish is an order my love,” he kissed your collarbone while the hand that was on your breast began to descend on your body with absurd slowness. A loud moan escaped your lips as his fingers began to touch your pussy and the gesture made you spontaneously spread your legs.

“My god yes,” you moaned as his expert fingers continued to pleasure you.

“Oh you're so fucking wet Y/N,” he murmured smugly “Do you have the faintest idea what the fuck you're doing to me?” he repeated this same question asked earlier.

You couldn't form a coherent answer as nothing came out of your mouth but a moan of pleasure as Connor's fingers drew imaginary circles on your clit. But he suddenly stopped and your hips twitched in protest.

“Answer me. Do you have any idea what you make me feel?”.

“N-no…” you stammered.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he kept touching you, this time inserting one finger inside you and then two making you moan uncontrollably “I can't wait to be buried inside this pussy,” and only his dirty words made you clench around his fingers. You gripped his shoulders for support, pressing your fingers and nails deeply into his skin.

“Connor please… I need you…”

He was about to lose his mind.

Everything about you drove him crazy, the way you gasped, how you moaned his name – fuck that was alone could’ve make him come – how you looked at him with eyes full of lust, desire, the way you fluttered, the way you moved against him which was pure sex and eroticism.

Connor wanted so badly to bury his head between your legs and lick your pussy until you completely lost your sanity and even forgot your name until he swallowed every single drop of your wetness but he wanted you too much to still be able to resist.

He kissed you again and a feeling of emptiness took over as he removed his fingers from inside you. Your legs wrapped around his hips as he picked you up, fingers pressed against your thighs. His dick was pressing against your pussy, hard, veiny, the tip wet with pre-cum.

“I'm going to fuck you so hard baby,” he gasped at the contact but a deep throaty moan escaped his lips as he slowly penetrated you, the tip of his dick first, slowly going in until he was completely buried in your pussy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“Oh my god Connor...” you moaned, lips parted and eyes closed as you let yourself be filled by his cock. Your chest rose and fell quickly as you tried to catch your breath.

“It feels so good… Jesus Christ… It feels so good to be inside you…” he groaned, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his nostrils inhaling your scent at full lungs, his lips licking, biting and they sucked the skin of your neck.

“Baby… Please move…”

“Y/N I'm not gonna last two seconds if you keep clenching around me like that goddamn,” he moaned in your ear as he began to move so slowly it was almost torture.

“Fuck yes just like that.”

Your moans mixed with his and Connor didn't care how many times he heard you moan, they would always be the most exciting sounds he had ever heard in his life.

Your fingers pressed into his back, your nails scratching at his skin as the pleasure hit you like a tsunami but you knew Connor liked when you scratched him and it only made his movements quicker.

“Oh yes, yes god…” he kept panting “You're so fucking hot…”

His thrusts went from gentle, slow, passionate, to faster, deeper, almost animalistic, as if you were fucking the filthiest of whores and God how much this turned you on. Each thrust was designed to hit that point of pleasure inside you, to make you completely lose your mind and each of them was deeper than the previous one, in such a way you could feel him in every corner of your body.

And that was Connor's purpose, he wanted you to feel him, he wanted to see you writhing under his touch as he fucked you mercilessly, he wanted to see the pleasure painted on your face, your eyes closed and your lips wide open, he wanted to hear you moan and scream his name, let everyone know who was the only one who could fuck you, make you come and own you.

“You're such a good girl for me… Oh yes holy shit… Taking me so fucking well.”

It didn't take long for the orgasm to start building inside you, you felt it was there and you wanted it so fucking badly and by the way Connor's thrusts started to get even harder, wilder and messier you knew he was close too.

“Yes, oh baby yes,” you moaned. Your hands were in his hair as he licked and bit and sucked on every inch of skin he could. “You feel so good Connor oh my god… You want to come for me darling? Get me all dirty with your cum?”.

Those precise words made every single cell of his body explode and for a second he didn’t even know how he managed to stay strong and not to collapse because of the wave of overwhelming pleasure that rushed though his body.

“Fuck you’re killing me baby…” he panted “Ah yes… I’m so close.”

“I'm coming baby, I'm coming... Ah fuck!” Although you were feeling the tension build inside you gradually, the orgasm hit you suddenly, but it was yet intense and completely breathtaking. You felt dizzy for a few seconds, your vision blurred and your whole body abandoning itself to those waves of pleasure that ran through every part of you.

Your orgasm triggered Connor's and after a few more thrusts he came out from inside you and poured his cum down your abdomen.

“Holy shit…” he panted as if he had just run a marathon, his face still buried in the crook of your neck as he gasped for breath.

“Yeah…” was all you could say, opening your eyes in that instant and staring at the ceiling for a moment. You left a kiss on his head and he then raised his head, giving you a kiss. This kiss was in stark contrast to the ones you've shared so far, it was sweet, caring, full of love.

“I love you so, so much,” he whispered against your lips making you smile between kisses, “And you are so beautiful when you smile like that.”

“I love you so much too, baby,” you said, holding him close, enjoying that skin-to-skin contact for a moment.

-

After you showered and spent half an hour lying in bed, Connor insisted on going to make you breakfast – even though it was twelve in the morning – while you continued to rest.

But you started to feel lonely after only five minutes so you decided to join him. You got out of bed, trying to ignore the soreness in your private parts and put on his shirt, smiling as his scent penetrated your nostrils.

He was so focused he didn't notice you were there until you hugged him from behind, a huge smile appearing on his face. He turned his head to one side kissing you on your lips. “How are you feeling baby? Missing me already?”.

“I always miss you,” you replied resting your head on his back “And I'm fine, just a little sore.”

Connor chuckled and you felt his back vibrate against your face as he laughed. “I'm sorry love.”

“No, you don't care at all, idiot.”

After breakfast at almost noon, neither of you felt like leaving the house, just wanting to stay in bed and cuddle. The option of what to do — after an afternoon nap and another round of sex — fell on watching a movie.

You were on the sofa, Connor sitting and you lying with your head resting on his legs while you watched a movie on TV you choose on Netflix. He crunched popcorn with one hand while the other rested on your head as he stroked your hair.

The gesture was so relaxing you were almost afraid of falling asleep again. He would also feed you some popcorn from time to time, sometimes even threatening to choke you.

The film was the classic love story, the bad boy who falls in love with the sweet and soft-spoken girl, the good girl next door, and although Connor had repeatedly expressed his contempt for your choice, you noticed with great pleasure and complacency how he was the one following it, more than you did, as he occasionally asked questions like you directed it.

“Oh c’mon please! How does she get back with him knowing what he did to her!” Connor exclaimed more vehemently than he would’ve liked as if the protagonist of the film could hear him and answer him.

“Because she's stupid,” you agreed with Connor “How do you get back with him knowing he's been with another woman? Honestly unbelievable, I wouldn't be able to trust you anymore if you did that to me, except of course I'd kill you and feed your body to the wolves,” you continued, giving Connor a warning look which triggered a laugh from him.

“Babe there is no such thing. It will never happen on this earth or in a parallel universe that I’ll go with another woman. I don't conceive betrayal in any of its forms, it could be physical or mental, if you love someone you don't cheat and I stand by that,” he replied, taking his eyes off the TV to look at you “And I'm madly and hopelessly in love with you, I didn’t ask you to be Mrs. Rhodes for nothing.”

You tried not to smile, keeping a menacing expression as much as possible, “It’ll be better for you, or it will be the last thing you’ll do with your life.”

He laughed heartily, grabbing your face with the hand he was eating popcorn with and actually smearing your cheeks. “God I fucking love you so much!” he exclaimed “You’re the only woman in my life Y/N and I am not joking when I say I don’t even look at someone that isn’t you, that is, for me there isn’t even another one. I don't know how to explain it, my soul, my heart, my body, my mind, you own everything about me baby. You have no idea of the power you have over me, my world revolves around you how can you even think I can even look at someone else who isn't you?”.

You didn't answer.

You lifted up slightly and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt you pressed your lips on yours.

The movie was soon forgotten, the leads arguing while you rode Connor onto the sofa, completely lost in each other.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…-” he moaned, his head resting on the back of the chair and his eyes half closed as you continued to jump on his dick taking him so fucking good. His hands were on your ass, caressing it, squeezing it and slapping it from time to time, gesture he knew turned you on.

“Oh yes…” you rested your hands on his bare shoulders to give you support, feeling your thighs on fire but unable to stop because of the pleasure running through your veins. “Fuck Connor you make me feel so good…”

Your words made him tighten his fingers around your ass as he moved beneath you, matching your movements. He lifted his head to look at you and God, for an instant the air went out of his lungs. “You're so fucking hot baby, so beautiful…”

The way your face was contracted in pleasure, your eyes and lips parted, your head tilted back, your chest covered in a light coating of sweat as your tits bounced in sync with your movements, all about you was so fucking perfect and just the thought he was the one making you feel that way, making you feel that delicious pressure in your lower abdomen that gradually grew more and more, that he was the only one who could enjoy that heavenly vision, fuck it made him lose his mind even more.

Connor buried his face between your breasts, kissing and licking and biting your skin as your arms wrapped around his neck and your nails scratched at his back.

“I'm so… Ah shit… I'm close baby…” you moaned feeling the orgasm getting closer. Waves of pleasure coursed through your body as you came, feeling tired and sore. You leaned against Connor's chest as he too was resting, recovering from his overwhelming orgasm. He hugged you close, leaving kisses on your forehead as he stroked your bare back.

“I love you so much...” you murmured, eyes closed and tired as you fought the sleep that tried to take over.

“I love you so much too baby, you’re the best thing that happened to me,” he whispered back “I can't wait for you to be my wife,” and with these words you fell into a deep sleep, cradled by the arms of the person you loved most in the world.

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"I…I want to give you my heart. It belongs to… to you. How… how can I give it to you? I don’t want it anymore." "Let’s wait until tomorrow with the surgery”

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Drunken Confessions - [ Connor Rhodes ]

Prompt: “I…I want to give you my heart. It belongs to…to you. How…How can I give it to you? I don’t want it anymore.” “Let’s wait until tomorrow with the surgery.”

Word Count: 1171

Warnings: female!reader, drunkenness

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There was a reason you never allowed yourself to get drunk. A perfectly valid explanation as to why you never drank over the three beers a night limit you set for yourself anytime you went to Molly’s.

It wasn’t just because you were a firefighting Lieutenant with a reputation to keep and a handful of men under your command, who did not have a limit to the amount that they drank which meant it usually fell on you to make sure they got home safe and made it into work the next day.

No, it wasn’t because of any of that, not really. The real reason why you couldn’t loosen up fully after a tough day on the job was because of one man and one man only.

Connor Rhodes.

Since the day you met Connor, the day you rolled into the ER with an impalement victim and locked eyes with the new trauma surgeon, you had fallen so head over heels in love with him that you couldn’t bring yourself to think about any other men. Which is the exact reason you couldn’t get drunk otherwise you’d end up spilling your guts out to him.

And sure, you were constantly flirting with him when sober, hoping to God he’d reciprocate and oftentimes he did. He’d flirt back with you. Tell you how nice it was to see your face that day in the hospital. Anything he could think of to make you blush harder than a schoolgirl getting asked to prom by her crush, he would do. But it never usually went any further than that.

As the months went by you were beginning to just give up, to accept that you’d never be anything more than flirty friends. And sure, that hurt but what could you do? You’d never find the courage to ask him out properly, to confess that you loved him so much that it hurt to be around him, and therefore, there wasn’t much else you could do other than allow yourself to get blackout drunk for the first time since you laid eyes on his handsome face.

The only reason you’d been accepting the shots Herrmann kept sliding towards you was because you knew Connor was on call at the hospital that night and wouldn’t be anywhere near you, allowing you the relief of knowing that drunk you wouldn’t blurt out what sober you could never find the courage to say. Only when Connor showed up at Molly’s, beelining straight for you, you were far too wasted to care about the fact that you were probably about to expose yourself in front of him.

“There he is!” You cheered, giggling around a hiccup as you slid off your stool, almost face planting the ground had Connor not caught you. “The famous Dr Rhodes.”

“Famous?” Connor repeated, chuckling to himself as he got you steady on your feet, his hands held out at either side of you as you swayed back and forth, making him think you were about to pass out and almost hit the deck again.

“You’re like what’s his face from that doctor show.” You slurred, lightly poking the tip of his nose which acted like a button as the second you did a smile grew on his face. “The pretty one… You know who I’m talking about.

“Okay, I see someone might have had a little too much to drink… huh?” Connor had never once seen you so open with him as you were now, and even if you hadn’t smelt strongly of alcohol, he’d have probably assumed you were drunk anyway. “Why don’t I take you home?”

“Okay, doctor.” You sighed out, falling forwards a little to lean on him, your cheek smooshed up against his chest which drunk you didn’t even acknowledge was beating rapidly beneath you.

Guiding you out of the bar was easy, making Connor glad he was the one who found you and not some other scumbag who might only have taken advantage of you in your current state. The two of you had barely reached his car before you came to a stop, rounding his body to face him and gripping the front of his shirt so tightly that your knuckles turned white.

“I…I want to give you my heart.” You began, your words more coherent than Connor would have ever expected from you. He raised his hands, taking a gentle hold of yours and carefully prying your fingers from around the softness of his shirt. “It belongs to… to you. How… How can I give it to you? I don’t want it anymore.”

You shook your head, eyes filling with tears as though part of your sober feelings had moved past the alcohol clouding them, allowing for your vulnerability to be fully on display.

“I don’t… I don’t want it.” You whispered, locking eyes with him and seeing the reflection of the streetlight above you shine against them. “Take it from me.”

“I will.” Connor said softly, his hands leaving yours and going staring to cup your face, feeling how you relaxed instantly beneath his touch. “But not right now. Not like this, okay? Let’s wait until tomorrow with the surgery.” He joked, finding warmth over the way you smiled. “Once you sober up, then you can give me your heart. If you still want to.” He added quietly, praying to God or whoever was listening that this wasn’t just drunken nonsense he was hearing from you.

But with the way you’d looked at him, even through the copious amounts of alcohol he’s suspected that you’d drank, there was still a hint of the real you, the quiet, shy you who would have never said this to him sober, still lingering underneath. As though begging him to believe that what you were saying was the truth.

“Surgery?” You babbled, the return of your drunkenness pulling him from his thoughts about whether or not sober you felt the same way about him as drunk you seemed to. “I think you’re confused… I’m the firefighter… You’re the surgeon.”

You poked your finger to his chest, hiccuping quietly as you giggled to yourself, calling him silly under your breath and making him all but die on the spot as even drunk you were utterly adorable. Your hand fell to your side, your body once again falling against him, only this time it felt different, as though it wasn’t just a way for you to take some of the strain off your feet.

Connor’s arms wrapped lightly around your frame, engulfing you with heat of his body, hearing you hum softly to yourself as you slid your arms around his waist, underneath his coat which only had his heart wanting to leap from his chest. He glanced down, smiling over the way you nuzzled your cheek against his chest, as though you were exactly where you wanted to be right now.

Exactly where he wanted you to be. And exactly where he hoped you’d stay once you sobered up.

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Emergency Love

Request: Okay you're definitely my favorite writer out there ❤️🥺 you're so talented!I dare to send in an idea as well about Connor Rhodes as your latest one was beyond heaven and made my day so much brighter 💖So maybe, you're a paramedic at station 51 and you catch his attention every time you come to the ER but he never gets the chance to ask you out. You also grew fond of him but also think that you'd never had a chance with a doctor like him. One time you bring in a difficult patient and he's really aggressive towards you, so Connor has to step in to get you into safety and also takes care of a little cut wound you got. Being close to each other feels nice to both of you so he finally takes the chance to ask you out and you accept with a kiss 😊

Pairings: Connor Rhodes x Paramedic!Severide!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, cursing, blood

Frist Installment- Emergency Love

Second Installment- Blazing Hearts

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When you moved to Chicago to join Firehouse 51 you made yourself promise that you wouldn't fall in love with anyone. No matter how handsome the men were. That was until you met Connor Rhodes, the handsome doctor with stunning blue eyes, black hair, and little scruff. He was every woman's dream including yours but you tried to not fall in love but each time you saw him and he saw you the both of you grew fonder of each other.

You, Sylvie, and Gabby had just finished transferring a patient to the bed when you had rattled off their condition. Connor Rhodes was standing off to the side he just looked at you amazed. That was the first time he had seen you and from then on he wanted to take you out, ask you to be his girlfriend, worship you, and just take care of you. As you and Sylvie were pushing the gurney back to the ambulance Connor pulled Gabby to the side "Who is she?" He asked with love in his voice and kept looking at where you had disappeared from his view.

"That is Y/N Severide. She's our new paramedic and a damn good one at that. She is also Kelly's sister." Gabby said and he nodded

"Is she dating anyone?" He asked she shook her head

"Not that I know of, she hasn't really opened up in the week she's been here." She answered him and he just nodded and she took that as her cue to leave and she did. She walked out smiling and you got her.

"What are you smiling at?" You asked her and she just kept smiling.

"Connor Rhodes just ask about you." Gabby said and you blushed you did take notice of him and thought he was nice-looking.

"Are you blushing?" Sylvie asked

"No." You said a little too quickly.

"Oh you like him don't you?" She asked and you stayed quiet as you got into the front seat of the ambulance.

"Shut up and drive." You said and she smirked but did just that. It was true you did like him but with him being a handsome young doctor you thought you weren't in his league. Why would he be asking about you?

Each time you took a patient in he was busy with another patient and each time he was free to ask you out you were gone. But what he didn't know was that you saw him but whenever he looked up you weren't looking at him. You both were growing feelings for each other. Even though you said no to dating after what happened in your last relationship, each time you saw him would slowly break down that wall.

He was devastated that he hadn't gotten a chance to talk to you. The only time you were able to talk to him was when you brought in a patient that he was assigned to and you gave him details, then when you were done and he had looked back up and you were gone and that was his missed chance.

You were thinking to yourself what he saw in you? Why would he want a paramedic when he could have a doctor? You weren't good enough for him or so you thought. What you didn't know was that he thought highly of you and thought you were perfect.

You were at the station sitting with your brother and the rest of your coworkers when Sylvie "So have you talked to Connor?" She asked and that got your brother's attention.

"What about Connor?" He asked curiously.

"Oh just that Connor has asked about your dear sister and seems to have taken an interest in her." She said and Kelly's face was unreadable. Before anyone could talk the bell rang for Ambulance 61 to go out and you were never so grateful for it.

It was a very difficult patient that you were called to a man who was unconscious from hitting his head on the counter. You had gotten him conscious while in the ambulance and he became hostile.

"I don't need to go the hospital." He said angrily and with a glare in his eye.

"Sir, you hit your head and you were unconscious it's the protocol that we take you to the hospital for further observation." You told him and apparently he didn't like that because had grabbed your wrist and pulled it to him in a strong grip. It was starting to hurt.

"I told you him not going to the hospital." He said and it felt like he was crushing your wrist.

"Sir, let go. You are hurting me." You said and that's when Sylvie took over trying to get him to let go of you after 10 minutes you were able to and you grabbed your wrist rubbing it. Sylvie got a restraint and restrained him to the bed. Though that left his other hand open. He then started swinging and you were in his path. His fist connected with the side of your face right at the temple and since he had rings on they grazed your eyebrow, causing a cut. It started to bleed and drip down your eye. Your face turned holding it.

"Y/N are you ok?" Sylvie asked

"Yea, I'm fine." You said as you turned back to her.

"Are you sure?" She asked noticing the blood. You didn't answer because Gabby announced that you were at Med. She parked and got out and opened the door and saw your face.

"Y/N/N are you ok?" She asked but you waved her off. You all worked to get him out and then Sylvie and you were wheeling him into the ED where Connor was. Maggie told you were to go looking at you in concern. You transferred him with help after restraining him.

"I told you bitch that I don't want to be here." He said getting aggregated again.

"Sir, I told you this already we have to take you here because you were unconscious when we got to you." You told him.

"She's right. It's protocol." Sylvie said and that just angered him. Connor must've heard the commotion.

"What is going on here?" Connor asked looking at you with blood running down her face and into your eye.

"I told this bitch. I told you I didn't want to be here." The patient said and lunged for you but didn't get to you because of being restrained. Connor turned to him.

"Sure they were doing their job and it was protocol. You were found unconscious. If you cooperate we can get you looked over and out of here as quickly as possible." Connor said in an authoritative voice and the patient huffed and rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. As long as that bitch doesn't treat me." He said practically snarling at you. You were silent you didn't do anything wrong to him. Maggie walked in. Everyone at Med and the Firehouse knew that you two loved each other.

"Connor, Will is going to take over here. Why don't you look at that cut on Y/N's head." Maggie said and he nodded you looked over to Sylvie and she motioned you to go on and that she got it from here. Connor motioned you to follow him and you did so.

You walked into a trauma bay and he had you sit down on the bed. "He did a number on you didn't he?" Connor asked and you nodded.

"Yea he had rings on." You said with a dry chuckle. He grabbed a pair of gloves and slipped them on. He walked over to you and gently touched your face where the cut was. You winced.

"Sorry. It doesn't look like it needs stitches. I'll clean it up and put a butterfly strip on it and you should be good to go." He said and you nodded. He didn't make a move he was too busy staring into your e/c eyes and you were staring back into his blue ones. Connor was the first one to break eye contact. He discarded his gloves and put new ones on after getting the items needed. He started to gently clean your wound and wiped the blood away. It was silent but it was a comfortable silence. When he got done he applied the butterfly strip and then he looked down and noticed your wrist.

"Yea he grabbed me while we were in the ambulance." You said and he nodded. He picked it up and examined it.

"It doesn't feel like it's broken. If it starts hurting more then you need to have it x-rayed." Connor said and you nodded and he discarded his gloves.

"You got it Doc." You said with a smile. As you got up and were getting ready to leave he stopped you.

"Y/N I wanted as you something ever since I've met you. When I first saw you I thought and still think you're the most beautiful woman that has ever walked into my view. Each time I've wanted to talk to you here, you were gone. I wasn't a believer in love at first sight I am now. I know I'm rambling and I know you have to get back to work and so do I, so I'll just ask this. Will you go out with me?" Connor asked and you were just smiling the entire time. You crashed your lips into his with passion and he returned it with just as much passion, his hands came up to your face. When air was needed you broke apart. "I take that as a yes." He said breathlessly and looking into your eyes.

"Yes, Connor I'll go out with you." You said and smiled "I feel the same way. I promised myself I wouldn't date when I moved to Chicago after my last relationship but I know you will be different." You finished and he smiled. You both exchanged phone numbers and then he reluctantly let you go. When you got back to the ambulance both Sylvie and Gabby had already packed up. You all got into the ambulance and started the drive back to the firehouse. They asked you what happened and you told them and they squealed, and you smiled. They started talking about what you should wear and where you should go for your first date. You sat there smiling.

You had a date with the Connor Rhodes and you couldn't be any happier.

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Helloo 😊 can I pleeeeaase ask you for a Connor Rhodes imagine where you're a nurse and dating Connor but recently didn't have much time together so you barely talk and your mood is not the best. So you also don't tell him that you're feeling not well and suffer from chest pain. One time you pass out during your shift and Connor gets called immediately by Maggie and is worried as hell. He stays by your side the whole time till you wake up and first lectures you why you didn't talk to him but as you tell him you didn't want to put more on his plate he feels bad for not being there for you and promises this will change? I craaaave some Connor fluff if that's fine with you 🩷

Title : "Talk to me"

A/n : I loveeeee Connor fluff! thank you for this request and I hope you’ll enjoy reading! :) (sorry it took me so long to write this)

Warnings : passing out, hospitals, tiny bit of angst (if there is anything I should add please lmk!)

Lately Med was really busy since it was the middle of a hot summer and nearly everyone was on summer break or something. Which meant you and Connor couldn't spend as much time together as you used to. Usually you would at least have the time to eat a meal together or just talk, but now you both barely had the time. Which made your mood a little sour. 

You also started to experience some chest pain and you were feeling sick, but you decided to not tell Connor about it since you knew he had a lot going on. And you didn’t want to burden him with your problems. 

That was until one morning you just felt horrible, but you knew you had to go to work since the ER would be crowded and you just brushed it off thinking it's not that big of a deal. Maggie immediately saw something was wrong as soon as you stepped into the ER.

While heading towards the breakroom you started to feel dizzy and the world began to spin. Before you knew it your legs gave up under you and you nearly collapsed onto the floor. 

Luckily Will was following you and he caught you in time. “MAGGIE!” He yelled, gently placing you onto the ground. Maggie quickly ran over and ordered Will to take you to an empty spare room while she paged Connor.

Connor ran as fast as he could to the ER as soon as Maggie paged him. “How is she?” He panted leaning on the door to your room. “She’s alright, just a little dehydrated and weak. Y/n is currently asleep but you’re welcome to stay here till she wakes up.” Maggie smiled, patting his shoulder and walking out.

Softly walking up to your bed, he sat down next to you, intertwining your fingers together. He was exhausted and he felt guilty since recently he barely spent time with you. It made him feel like the worst boyfriend ever.

Connor simply sat down next to your bed and grabbed you hand, softly tracing small shapes into your palm. Sighing to himself, he kept on asking the same question over and over again in his head. “Why didn’t I notice something was wrong?”

And he sat like that in the uncomfortable hospital chair, holding your hand while waiting for you to wake up. He didn’t plan on leaving anytime soon. Maggie came in to check on you and bring Connor some water, gently saying that he should also stay hydrated.

He was beginning to fall asleep when he felt that you were starting to wake up. Getting up as fast as he could, he yelled for a doctor, while reaching to check if you were alright.

You woke up feeling so confused. The last thing you remembered was walking towards the breakroom and then collapsing and now you were in a hospital bed. “Y/n you scared me so badly. Are you feeling any better?” Connor asked, leaning down to place a small kiss on your forehead. You just nodded in response, feeling to weak to speak. 

After Will finished checking you over, he announced that he would go get your discharge papers ready. Connor just nodded and sat back down, still holding onto your hand. “What happened?” He asked you, looking at you with concern written all over his face. “I started feeling dizzy and then I just collapsed…” You trailed off, not looking Connor in the eyes.

“C’mon sweetheart. Talk to me, what’s wrong?” Connor replied, placing a gentle kiss onto your knuckles. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to bother you with how I’m feeling, since I know you have a lot going on and I just…I just didn’t want to bother you with the random chest pains I’ve been having and stuff.” You mumbled, Connor sighed at your words. 

“Y/n/n you have nothing to apologise for. You didn’t do anything wrong. I should be the one apologising to you. Since I never wanted to make you feel less important to me or something. I promise this will change. I’m really sorry, I never wanted for you to feel like you couldn't talk to me. No matter what, I'm here for you and once again I’m really sorry.” He said sadly. You could see how bad he was now feeling. 

“I love you Connor and I always will. C’mere.” You said, shuffling a little on your hospital bed, so that Connor could sit down next to you. Pulling him into a big hug you simply sat like that holding each other. He pulled away for a second, to place a soft kiss onto your lips. “I love you more Y/n/n. Just please don’t ever scare me like that again.” You nodded in response, while Connor simply buried his face into your neck. 

Nothing else mattered in that moment.

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Summary: Revelations

Fandom : One Chicago (character from Chicago PD, love interest Chicago Med)

Characters : Will Halstead / original female character, Connor Rhodes / original female character, Kevin Atwater & original female character

Relationship : m/f

Rating : general audience

Trigger warnings: none

Chapters : 10/???

Chapter word count : 4,444

a/n: can you hear me screaming? I feel like you can hear me screaming.

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Withdrawn - Connor Rhodes Imagine (Chicago Med)

Title: Withdrawn

Pairing: Connor Rhodes X Reader

Word Count: 803 words

Warning(s): mentions of an attack

Summary: After getting attacked at work, (Y/n) gets tired of listening to Connor's attempts to help.

Author's Note: I have been binging this show recently.

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I knew I had withdrawn.

It didn't exactly take a genius to see it.

I wasn't talking without having to. I would stare off into space a lot. I was avoiding sleep. Avoiding mirrors. I wasn't answering my phone.

Connor saw it. I knew he saw it. We spent more nights together than apart, obviously he noticed when I stopped wanting to be with him at night.

I had been attacked at work.

Someone had shown up with a knife. They took the knife and stabbed it into my stomach, dragging it along to my side in the hopes of causing more damage. Well, I'm guessing the purpose.

I don't know why it happened. I barely knew who had done it. Everything was just blurry and overwhelming. I would've given anything to be able to just block all of it out and feel a little bit of peace.

I didn't get that.

Connor tried to be supportive, but he just kept trying to fix things.

I didn't want that. I didn't need him to fix it because he couldn't.

He didn't get that. That's what most of our arguments seemed to be about. And that was destroying me.

"You need to talk to me," he said.

"There's nothing to talk about," I replied.

"(Y/n), you were attacked," he pushed. "That seems like a damn important thing to talk about. I am trying to help you, but you keep withdrawing. You can't keep shutting me out like this! Please, talk to me!"

I didn't answer him. I ran a hand over my face. I felt a headache forming just behind my eyes.

"What? Do you think if you ignore it, it stops being real-"

"No!"

He froze. I hadn't yelled in a long time. I had been so adamantly trying to avoid it. I closed my eyes for a moment.

"Please stop," I said, basically whispering. "I know that this doesn't just disappear. I know. I was attacked, Connor. I have nightmares about it. I know every second of the incident because it's all I can think about. I can't stand in front of a mirror or any reflective surface without a shirt because I see the marks. I am terrified of going back to work. So, I am sorry if I am not eager to talk through every thought I have."

Connor looked down for a moment, clearly guilty.

"I don't want to talk and fix things. I... I just want you to be there. Please."

"Hey," he pulled me into his arms. "I'm sorry. I'm here. I'm here."

I closed my eyes hiding my face in his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry," he kissed my head. "I was pushing too hard. I'm sorry."

"It's- It's okay," I mumbled as I leaned back. He cupped the sides of my face. I felt a sense of comfort as his thumbs ran over my cheekbones. "Can we lay down? Please?"

"Of course," he replied, leading me to his room. "I should have something more comfortable than what you have on."

I just nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed. He went through his clothes. I just watched him. When he looked at me, I grinned a little bit. He grinned back.

He laid the clothes next to me before leaning down to press his lips to mine. I kissed him back, cupping the sides of his face. I hummed into the kiss.

"I'll... I'll let you get dressed," he muttered, pulling away a little bit.

I chuckled as he went to step out, "You've seen me naked... a lot."

"I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

I grinned, "Thank you."

He nodded.

He still stepped outside for a little while.

Connor didn't come back in until I was dressed and sitting in bed. He smiled at me, walking over to crawl under the covers with me.

As I went to curl into his side, he wrapped his arm around me. I jumped a little when I felt his fingers brush against my scar. My eyes shut for a moment, hoping he didn't notice.

"Sorry," he mumbled, quickly moving his hand away.

I shook my head.

I slowly reached up and grabbed his hand. I carefully moved it down, placing it back on the scar. His palm laid on top of it.

"(Y/n)-"

"It's okay," I cut him off, looking at him. "I'm okay."

He nodded. He leaned in and kissed me gently. I raised my hand and cupped the side of his face. I grinned into the kiss, enjoying the comfort of his lips against mine.

"Thank you," I mumbled as I pulled away.

He smiled at me, "I love you, (Y/n). So much. Anything you need. Just ask."

"I love you too," I said. "Now, kiss me again."

He chuckled before leaning in, "Happily."

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