#connor rhodes x you

[halsteadlover]

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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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Connor Rhodes- Your Pregnant

Trigger warning- emetophobia (talks about throwing up and feeling nausea. Not in a lot of detail).

Having children wasn't originally something I though would happen for me. At the age of 31 I broke up with my cheating boyfriend then at 32 I fell in love with Connor after meeting him at Mollys. At that point I thought I would be to old by the time we both wanted children. Connor and I quickly moved in together, and are now engaged to be married in the next year.

Today I've been suffering from a headache on and off. I have also been super tired and at times nauseous. Thankfully I've had today off work so I've just been sleeping on the couch.

I sit up rubbing my face when I hear the door open then close

"Babe?" I hear Connor call out to me

"In here" I look up and see Connor frown at me. He walks over and places his hand on my forehead

"You ok? You look pale"

"Yeah just not been feeling good today"

"Why don't you head up to bed and I'll bring up some anti sickness meds with something to eat and drink"

"Ok" I get up and leave the living room to go upstairs to mine and Connors bedroom.

After getting changed and into bed Connor brings up some crackers, water and anti sickness meds

"You need you to eat these first then you can take the tablets"

"Thanks" I take the crackers and take a small bite. This goes on till I have finished and take the anti sickness tablets

"Get some rest. Hopefully you'll feel better in the morning"

The following morning I don't feel better, in fact for the next week I spend it tired, nauseous and throwing up. I obviously just think it's a bug I've picked up from somewhere. Connor and I are currently in bed, I'm reading a book while he's on his phone. All of a sudden I feel urge to throw up. Dropping my book on the bed next to me, I get up and run to mine and Connors shared bathroom. Just making it. The whole time Connor is holding my hair and rubbing my back

"How are you feeling now?" Connor asks me

"Fine. The nauseas gone now. Im just super tired like I've not slept enough. Think it must be a bug"

"You've been tired and sick all week. You're breasts have grown. Maybe your pregnant" I give Connor a look as if to say 'seriously?'

"I'm not pregnant"

"Are you sure because we haven't been very carful recently"

"Connor I'm not pregnant. I'm due for my period, that explains my boobs being bigger. You know I get nauseous when I'm about to come on"

"For a day yeah but not a week. Babe I think you need to take a test. I really think your pregnant"

"Babe I'm not pregnant"

"Why? We have sex, your not on the pill. And don't tell me your too old to get pregnant, your 33. A lot of woman get pregnant in their 30s now"

"Surely I would know if I'm pregnant"

"Not necessarily. Look why don't we go to bed and sleep. Then tomorrow I'll go and get some tests"

"Fine"

"You want an anti sickness tablet before we go to sleep?" Connor asks me. I shake my head and get back into bed, almost immediately falling asleep.

The following day Connor grabs some pregnancy tests for me. I take them to the bathroom, pee on all of them and wait for 5 minutes while sat on the toilet seat and Connor is sat on the edge of the bath. When my phone goes off I look at all of the pregnancy tests... positive

"Well?"

"We're having a baby" I say almost in shock

"Your pregnant?" I nod my head responding to Connor "I'm gonna be a dad?"

"Yeah"

"We're gonna be parents!" Connor yells excitedly. I get up off the toilet smiling as Connor then lifts me up in the air kissing all over my face causing me to giggle "you are going to be an amazing mom"

"And your gonna be wonderful dad. I can't believe we're going to be parents"

"I'm so happy. I love you so much YN"

"I love you too"

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[deanstead]

Vows

Pairing: Connor Rhodes x Reader

Requested: yes, by anon

Summary: Y/N's pump malfunctions, causing her to pass out at the nurses' station while she's waiting for Connor.

Word Count: 907

Square Filled: Sick/Illness for #resa.3kfiestabingo

Warnings: mentions of passing out, mentions of chronic conditions

A/N: It has been a hot minute since I wrote a Connor fic, I know! So here it is! Anyway, the request was pretty specific so I hope there isn't any major mistakes. But once again, I'm in no way a medical professional so im sorry if there are!

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“Hey, Y/N.” You smiled at Maggie as you walked in and she spotted you immediately, pausing as she glanced at you. “You okay?”

You smiled back and nodded. “It must be the weather or something.”

Maggie nodded, even though her eyes watched you for a while longer. “Connor’s not down from surgery yet. You can wait for him in the lounge. I’ll call up to see if I can get an estimate.”

You smiled, nodding. “It’s fine, Maggie. Thanks!” Maggie took you to the lounge, putting a cup of water on the table for you. You thanked her as she headed back out and you put your head on the table, not sure why you were feeling off today.

Barely a minute had passed when a wave of nausea hit you and you closed your eyes, willing it away or pressing it down. Whatever it was.

You glanced down at the insulin pump you carried around and held back a sigh, afraid that you would end up emptying your stomach contents in the middle of the doctor’s lounge.

But it didn’t seem to want to die down and after sitting there for a while, you figured you’d better get help.

You got to your feet shakily, and you could feel your heart ramming itself against your ribcage like you’d just run a full marathon. Something was definitely wrong.

Connor tapped his foot impatiently as he watched the numbers on the elevator go down.

The surgery had dragged on for longer than expected since there was an unexpected complication. He’d managed to get the patient’s condition back under control and ended the surgery successfully, except that he was late.

He knew that you wouldn’t get mad or impatient but he didn’t like to keep you waiting. Especially since you should eat on time so you could take your medication. Besides, he’d missed you when he left early that morning so part of this impatience was that he was looking forward to seeing you.

The lift door opened, Connor spotting you almost immediately as he stepped into the ED. You were standing at the nurses' station just outside the doctor's lounge, but Connor paused.

Something was wrong.

You looked like you were propping yourself up against the nurses’ station and Connor frowned, taking another step towards you, your name hanging almost off his tongue before he saw you crumple towards the ground.

“Y/N!”

As Connor headed towards you, Maggie and Will were already getting you onto a stretcher and into a treatment room, with only a silent reassuring nod at Connor.

Connor could feel the thoughts racing a mile a minute in his head, running through all the possibilities of why you’d have collapsed. You’d both been really careful about managing your diabetes but even so, nothing had been this serious.

It felt like the minutes were crawling by as he waited outside, before Will finally opened the door.

“She’s awake.”

The two words made Connor feel like he could finally breathe again.

“Do we know what happened?” Connor asked, half afraid Will would say something more serious.

Will glanced up from the iPad in his hands. “Listen, it looks like her pump gave out on her. I’ve put in the tests to confirm but…”

Connor frowned. “We’re careful about that.”

Will shook his head. “This is not on either of you, alright? For whatever reason, I think the alarm failed to go off.” He paused, studying Connor’s face. “We’re giving her fluids right now, and if the test confirms what we think then she’ll get electrolytes and insulin as well. I’ll order a new pump for her too. Why don’t you go in and be with her, alright? I'll take care of everything else.”

Connor nodded. “Thanks, Will.”

Will smiled and just patted Connor reassuringly on the shoulder.

The tests had indeed confirmed Will’s suspicions but with the insulin, electrolytes and fluids in your system, you were feeling much better.

Connor had been pretty quiet and you glanced up at him, from where you were sitting up in bed.

He looked up almost immediately, like he’d felt your eyes on him. Giving you a small smile, Connor got up, scooting to the side of your bed.

“You okay?” He asked quietly, the way he did when you were feeling under the weather.

You reached out for his hand. “Sorry.”

He frowned. “For what?”

You exhaled. “Just…”

Connor put a gentle finger to your lips, effectively stopping you from saying anything more and shook your head. “This isn’t your fault. And Will reminded me it isn’t mine, either.”

You blinked back up at him.

“Look, for better or for worse. In sickness, or in health.” Connor paused, even as you felt the tears well up in your eyes. “That’s what I promised. And I intend to live up to those vows, Y/N.”

Connor put one arm around your shoulders, the other reaching for your hand. “And for the record, in sickness doesn’t mean for worse. I mean, I think we do great.”

“You do great.” You whispered, Connor smiling and reaching up to catch the tear that had streaked down the side of your face.

“We.” Connor corrected.

You smiled. “How did I ever luck into you?” You asked quietly.

Connor smiled. “Goes both ways, baby. Both ways.”

You lay your head against Connor’s shoulders, knowing that no matter what he would always be your rock.

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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."

+

“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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Money, Money, Money

Characters: Connor Rhodes x Reader, Maggie, Will

Warnings: Canon-typical injuries, overbearing/toxic parents, lots of violence, pregnancy.

Summary: Having money doesn't entitle you to anything. Why don't your parents understand that?

A/N: Haven't written for Connor in a lonnnggg time so here I am. I have mixed feelings about this but enjoyyyy. Posting this today in commemoration of my twin cousins turning one.

*****

Today was just so jam-packed in the ED that it was ridiculous.

One minute, your treating a woman whose half conscious from a car accident and the next your being handed a John Doe who is better off dead than hooked to a bunch of expensive machines.

You were always on your feet, not even having a second to yourself to sit down on a chair at the nurses station. It also really didn't help that Med had been handed a fresh new bunch of students who were all around the place, not knowing what they were doing.

Ripping off your gloves you deeply exhaled, closing your eyes as you stood in the middle of the ED. Everything around you was still a mess but all you needed was two minutes to collect yourself before-

"Doctor Rhodes, Doctor Y/L/N, you're on!" Maggie shouted from across the emergency room, sending you her most apologetic smile while she shrugged, having no control over what happened which you knew and definitely didn't blame her for.

Hastily grabbing what felt like your millionth pair of latex gloves, you assisted the paramedics and Connor wheeling the stretcher into a treatment bay, transferring on his count.

Everything was as it usually was, working together to stabilise the patient who was only half alert. From a mile away, you could smell the stench of alcohol, letting everyone know of what led the man to his current situation. Rolling your eyes, you stepped away from the gurney, allowing a few nurses and orderlies wheel the now unconscious man for an mri.

Aggressively, you ripped of your gloves, chucking it into the bin, Connor following suit, chuckling at your sour face. The only good thing you had going for you right now was having a five minute lie in with your fiance early this morning. Five minutes wasn't long at all but it was all you and peanut needed to fuel you for the long 24-hour shift ahead of you.

Right, you still had another 18 hours left till you could go home. Just flipping perfect.

You felt like collapsing, your body exhausted but the sickly people of Chicago relied on you. With a quick departing kiss on the forehead, squeezing your hand several times, you watched with warmness in your chest as your very attractive man ran off in those very nice black scrubs.

*****

It was an honest to god miracle that everything slowed down. You finally got to sit down, even managing to have a quick snack before checking in on patients. There was also the regular conversation over your baby, all the doctors and nurses betting on the gender while your closest friends pretended they weren't up for potential godparents.

You decided to do a quick round, going around to see if your patients were up and moving, if not then you'd offer your service somewhere it was needed.

At some point during the day, you lost track of how many people came in meaning you forgot who had what and who they were. With a tablet in hand, you scrolled through the man's chart, humming to yourself as you familiarised yourself with both his medical history and his current state, remembering what happened when you saw his blood alcohol levels.

What you failed to notice, too busy reading, was the man who you now know was called Nick was slowly coming to. Not a peep came out of him, blinking as he looked around the room, you being the last thing he noticed.

It all happened so fast from what you could recollect. All of a sudden, he sat up, not even groaning in pain from the several injuries he sustained while drunk and high.

"Nick, I'm a doctor, your in a hospital. No one's going to hurt you." You tried assuring him, jumping back when he lurched forward, forcing himself to stand, his unstable legs holding all of his weight. "You hurt yourself okay? You mind getting back into the bed?"

Despite your gentle and understanding tone, your bedside manner being top notch, Nick didn't even consider listening to you. You could almost see the flaming red flash across his eyes but before you could do anything, he came towards you.

With such a fury, his hand gripped your neck tightly, pushing you against the medicine cupboard that only this room had. Repeatedly, he pushed you into the glass door which shattered upon impact.

Gasping, you tried kicking your feet out but unfortunately for you, your short stature was not helping you were held inches above the ground. Scratching at his hand, your nails digging into his skin, he wouldn't let go.

You were incoherent, not even managing to shout or scream from the extreme pressure against your throat. Inhaling through your nose, you screwed your eyes shut when you saw a blurry fist flying towards you.

Everything was happening so fast but all of a sudden, you could breathe, air entering your lungs like a tsunami but before you could recollect yourself, not even letting your brain register that you were dropped to the floor, you were once again picked up and smashed against the sliding glass doors.

The glass broke on impact, shattering into small shards almost like crystals. Your cries were broken, the punches rolling one after the other.

*****

After having a quick surgery consult, assuring a patient that this surgery would happen, Connor was content. It was finally his lunch and he wasn't needed anywhere which meant that he could see his beautiful fiancée. Hopefully, you could spare a few minutes and he could check up on you and his baby.

The ED was much more quiet, almost too quiet in comparison to the chaos it was drowning in over an hour ago. Whistling, he leaned his arms against the nurses desk, giving Maggie his most dashing smile that all the girls of Chicago swooned over.

"Your fiancée is in six, give her five minutes." She said without taking her eyes off her brick, knowing exactly what the surgeon wanted without him even having to ask.

Before Connor could thank the charge nurse, he was interrupted by the deafening sound of glass shattering, his head whipping around to the source of the sound.

It was when it flashed in his mind that the room with the now shattered door was treatment six that Connor ran towards the mess.

Will and Ethan also came running forward, the two of them pulling Nick away from you while Connor shielded you as best as he could from any further harm.

"Y/N? Honey, you with me?" Connor asked, taking note of your fluttering eyelids and your cracking groan. He held you in his arms, feeling around the back of your head, his fingers coated in your blood.

Lifting you onto a gurney without any help, you were wheeled into a separate treatment room, Connor not once leaving your side and no one tried to pry him away knowing that it would only further anger him.

"Connor?" You tried calling out, struggling to keep your eyes open. "The baby..."

"Is fine, wasn't hurt at all." Connor sighed in relief, handing back the ultrasound wand to a nurse once he was happy with the sight of your baby who was alive and kicking.

Will nodded at Connor, letting him know everything that he needed. Picking up the railing on the side of the gurney, Connor wasn't leaving your side, wheeling wheel you up for an mri.

"You're going to be just fine."

*****

Coming to was more painful than you wanted it to be but because of the growing life inside your womb, you could only take so much medication which you knew and understood but you couldn't help curse out whoever was up there watching everything.

"The baby?" Was the first thing that came out. Your voice was hoarse, your throat aching as it strained from each syllable.

"Is alive and kicking." Connor nodded with a tight-lipped smile, helping you drink some water. "The lack of oxygen only hurt you, not peanut."

"Good, that's good." You closed your eyes, nodding in relief that no harm came to your baby because you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if they were hurt.

"You scared me." Connor whispered, enveloping your hand in both of his, not bothered by how cold you felt. "Don't ever do that again."

"I can't make any promises." You replied with remorse, wanting nothing more than to promise him but medicine was unpredictable, especially when mixed with drugs and alcohol. "I'll try my best though."

"And that's all I ask for." Connor smiled, pressing several kisses on your knuckles.

"Uh, you've got a few visitors anxiously waiting for you outside, what do you want me to do with them?" Your fiance asked, chuckling as he remembered the gaggle of doctors waiting outside in anticipation. They were all pretending to work but found themselves staring at the treatment room you were in.

But before you could answer with a yes, wanting nothing more than to see your friends, you cut off by the loud shout coming from outside the room, at the entrance of the ED. Unfortunately for you, you knew exactly who that voice belonged to.

"Where is my daughter?!" The voice near screamed, oozing with so much urgency that it made you feel sick. It was all so fake that even a stranger could see it.

You could only hear just how much of a commotion was being created outside your room, you and Connor shared a knowing glance, both of your mirroring the others annoyance.

Maggie's desperate attempts of steering the newcomers away from your room was useless. The doors and curtains were pulled opened and you were met with the apologetic faces of your friends and the furious faces of your parents.

"Oh my God, what happened to your face?!" Your mother said in alarm, rushing to your bedside as fast as she could in heels, her slim fingers gripping your chin to inspect all the visible damage to your face.

"Ow! Ma, that hurts!" You winced, pushing her hands away from your face, not wanting her to touch you anymore. "I'm fine, thanks for asking."

Your mother huffed, her dull eyes looking over at Connor, rolling her eyes at him before looking back over at you. "Where's your supervisor? You getting hurt isn't enough for your boss to come check on you?"

Before anyone could retort back, more than prepared to defend your boss, you were all stopped by a new presence that wasn't there before standing in the door.

"I'm glad that you could make it Mr and Mrs Y/L/N. I was worried you wouldn't make it taking into account your busy schedules." Ms Goodwin said, the sass dripping off her words, her smile welcoming but also smug. "If you could come with me to my office and we could talk specifics if you'd like?"

"I'd be perfect to do it right here actually." Your mother said, puffing out her chest with confidence she always had surrounding her. "You'll find our lawyers at your doorstep tomorrow morning with a lawsuit."

"What?!" You exclaimed, sitting up straight, ignoring your bruised and battered body screaming for you to stop moving. Despite all the pain, you were ready to throttle your parents.

As gently as he could, Connor pushed you back down without further causing your any pain. Ignoring your rolling eyes and your pout, he was relentless and succeeded in his doings. After doing so, he stood and glared at your parents.

"You mind if we talk outside, just the four of us?" Connor asked but it wasn't so much a question than it was a demand. Without waiting for a reply, your fiance held the door open for your parents and Ms Goodwin, sending the couple a tight lipped smile when they passed him.

“You have no right to be here.” Connor got straight to the point, not wanting to mess around when it came to you. Your parents were spoiled and entitled, thinking they could do whatever they wanted to whoever just because they had more money.

You’d long distanced yourself from them, no longer wasting your time wanting their approval and constant validation for every little thing you did. After years, you were free of their shackles but they always found a way to crawl back in.

This was one way they planned to become part of your life again.

“You will walk out of here, you will get rid of the press that I’m sure is waiting outside and you’re never going to show your faces here again because if you do, I’m not going to be as cordial.” Connor warned your parents, towering over your mother even with the heels she wore.

Your mother tutted, slowly shaking her head in disappointment. She was fully aware of the audience they had, all consisting of your true family and you boss standing to the side but some Rhodes man wasn’t going to get in the way of her achieving her goal.

“You are in no position to tell me what I can and can’t do. That’s my daughter, I gave birth to her.” Your mother fought back, not afraid to get into Connors face.

“Mrs Y/L/N, step away from my doctor.” Ms Goodwin said with authority, gently pushing Connor back. “Your not welcome in my hospital if your going to treat my doctors which such disrespect.”

Your mother scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief about they way she was being treated with such hostility. Something was clearly wrong here with how people took orders and did what they pleased.

“Now if you please leave, it’d be greatly appreciated.” Miss Goodwin said with finality, a smug smile on her lips when she realised she was getting her way.

Huffing, your mother burned holes into Connor, openly glaring at him, not hiding that she hated him. Scanning the room, her glare remained strong as her eyes landed on each doctor and nurse.

Giving Connor one last look from over her shoulder, you mother stormed out the ED, your father trailing behind her like the lost puppy he practically was at this point.

Everyone could breath easier, the air feeling lighter and less contaminated the second your parents left the ED. It was the biggest relief.

“Doctor Rhodes, please get back to your fiancée.” Miss Goodwin turned to the surgeon, giving him a very simple order that he wouldn’t object to.

Connor silently thanked his boss, smiling at her before coming back into your treatment room where you still sat, patiently waiting for your fiancé to come back.

“Do I even want to know what happened?” You asked, a small smile resting in your lips as you urged Connor to come forward and give you a hug.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about baby. Everything’s been dealt with.”

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When Connor first meets you, it’s in the Emergency Room on Valentine’s Day. You’re wearing a pink mini dress that barely covers your assets and fuck me heels. The left side of your face is smeared with blood, the vessels in your left eye an eruption of tiny starbursts. His heart sinks because there’s been a spate of attacks on working girls recently and he thinks he’s looking at a fresh victim.

He’s both right and wrong.

“Look after her alright?” Antonio Dawson tells him as you’re escorted into the medical bay. “She’s my partner.”

A cop then.

It doesn’t take a genius to work out that you were part of a sting to catch the guy whose been beating the hell out of those women.

“Did you get him?” Connor asks, pulling on a fresh set of latex gloves as you sit on the edge of the hospital bed.

Now that he’s up close, he realises it’s not as bad as he once thought. The blood seems to be coming from a cut above your eyebrow, it’s starting to slow at this point. It’s a big gash, he’ll have to have to stitch it. His work is neat, careful but you’re still going to have a scar, he thinks.

“He was in the ambulance behind me.” You inform him as he tilts your head up towards the light and begins to clean the crimson from your skin. “Trust me, he’s worse off than I am.”

He believes you. He can see the grazes across your knuckles as you flex and unflex your hand. Once he’s finished with the mop up he continues with the rest of his examination. He’s as gentle as he can be, his fingers poking and prodding the bones under and around your eye.

“Nothing’s broken.” He tells you as he draws away and busies himself removing the stitch kit from one of the stainless steel drawers in the corner of the bay. “ I’ll get you stitched up and then grab you something else to get changed into.”

It’s a professional courtesy and a human one. He knows that your night doesn’t end when you leave the hospital, you’ll be heading back to the precinct in order to complete your reports on the assault. He assumes you’d rather not do it in a blood stained mini dress.

“I’d appreciate that.” You tell him softly, looking down at the burgundy stains soaked into the fabric. “Antonio’s probably already waiting with the evidence bags.”

“I’m guessing this all came from the perp.” Connor says gesturing at your clothing.  

“I had a push knife.” You say by way of explanation, your gaze straying to the gap in the curtain. There’s a flurry of activity on the opposite side of the glass, you can see Choi barking orders as they angle the stretcher into the bay beside yours.  “I don’t think he’s coming back from that.”

“It depends where you got him.” Connor remarks as he begins the process of stitching your wound together.

“Neck.” You say quietly. “More than once.”

Connor doesn’t speak, his dark eyebrows furrow in concentration. You both know the guy in the next room probably isn’t going to make it.

“You must think I’m cold, the way I’m talking about killing a man.” You say softly, your gaze lowering to the cuts across your knuckles.

“No.” He says honestly as he finishes up his work, snipping the thread carefully. “I treated some of the other girls he hurt...”

He trails off, his mouth fixing into a grim line. You’re not the only one haunted by those girls, you can tell. You’ve seen the pictures, read the reports. He’s been up close with their pain, endured their suffering, their agony.

“I think you’re incredibly brave putting yourself out there like that, not a lot of people would.” He tells you, stripping off the gloves before tossing them into the medical waste bin.

You can read between the lines, you know what he’s not saying. These victims, they’re on the fringes of society, the people that others don’t give a shit about. He’ll be the first to admit he’s jaded, he didn’t expect the police to actually do anything about the problem, a waste of resources he had overheard one cop saying when he was working on the last girl.

“These women.” You say, shaking your head. “They’re just trying to put food on the table, support their families. They don’t deserve what happened to them.”

When he looks back he realises it’s your compassion that he fell in love with, your ability to see the person underneath all the noise. He sees it over and over again throughout the course of your relationship.

He isn’t sure why he’s replaying the day he met you, he thinks it’s because the fleece pyjamas you’re wearing are the same colour as the dress you were clad in that night. The two of you are tucked up in bed together, your body draped across his like a weighted blanket. His palms smooth over your clothing as he holds you close, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. He had never envisioned that it would end up like this, that the woman he met that night would become the one that devoted himself to, the one that he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

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Lunch - Connor Rhodes

Request: No.

Summary: Kind of some mild flirting...establishing that Connor is interested in something more kind of thing. Might make a second part to it.

A/N: First time writing Connor...literally had this in drafts for like a year.

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The ED was practically dead, a typical Sunday morning, especially with the snow outside keeping most of Chicago inside. Your tie-dyed NIH hoodie (not technically regulation but hopefully: what Goodwin didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you) wasn’t doing the job you’d hoped it would to keep you warm and your roommate, stuck on shift with you for the day, was already nearing annoyance levels.  

“Will,” you huffed as your phone dinged, another in a series of memes the doctor had been sending you all morning out of boredom. You left the device face down on the desk of the nurses’ station. “Stop texting me dumb shit.”  

“I’ve had one patient in the last three hours and they had a splinter.” Will complained, leaning over the counter and grabbing your iced coffee, taking a sip, “how do you drink iced coffee in the cold?”  

“I don’t know, you tell me,” you replied, taking the cup from him and putting it back where it’d been before. Just as you did the elevator doors opened, Goodwin stepping out with Connor Rhodes, obviously in deep conversation. Will laughed as you pulled your sweatshirt off, hanging it over the chair behind you and smoothing down your blue scrub top.  

“What’re you more worried about?” He teased, “Goodwin seeing your sweatshirt or Connor seeing you?” 

“Pigs would have to fly to make the second one a reality,” you replied. You deeply regretted telling Halstead that you had a crush on Connor, especially since your roommate took every opportunity to tease you about it.  

It wasn’t like you weren’t proud of yourself for the four years of med school that you’d completed to become an RN but there was no way someone like Connor Rhodes would ever think twice about dating a nurse. You’d heard from April about him and Dr. Zanetti and you were sure that was much closer to what he liked, actual accomplished doctors.  

You had it in your mind, whether it was true or not, that Connor had a type, and that type was doctors. Despite Will’s near incessant bitching about Connor having a stick up his ass and being too egotistical for his own good (as if Will was given the gift of humbleness) he was seemingly always in your corner when it came to your crush on the attending. Will was like your own personal cheerleader, constantly encouraging you to ask Connor out on a date and constantly trying to drop hints around Connor that you weren’t sure exactly panned out the way they were intended.  

“Dr. Halstead,” Goodwin greeted as she passed him, a raised eyebrow as if she was waiting for some new issue with him.  

“Ms. Goodwin,” he smiled, turning as she passed and following her with his eyes until she was out in the waiting area.  

Connor had stopped at the nurses’ station, taking one of the tablets that was docking on the counter.  

“Gracing the ED with your presence?” Will asked, reaching for your ice coffee again.  

You reached for it, fingers missing the foam holder around the plastic cup, as Will stepped a little further away. Connor watched, eyebrow raised in silent judgement as Will took another sip.  

“I’m filling in for Choi,” Connor finally supplied, the exchanging of the coffee cup happening once more as Will handed it back. “I thought you worked last night?” He added, looking over at you.  

The comment took you by surprise. You had worked the night before and knew for a fact that Connor hadn’t. “Uh, yeah, pulling a double. Were you in last night?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest as the doors to the ED slid open, Will leaving the two of you to pick up the patient.  

“No,” the doors opened again, cutting off whatever Connor was going to say and you followed him over, grabbing the end of the gurney Gabby was pushing as she relayed the patient’s information.  

You were significantly better when there was something that required your attention. Will commented on it once. Your ability to compartmentalize was remarkable. A skill you’d worked on and were ridiculously proud of, you weren’t some nervous idiot around Connor while you were with a patient, you were calm and collected and you knew exactly what to do. It made up for all the awkward staring, hopefully. You didn’t wanna seem like the fourth-year med students trolling around the hospital heaping praises on doctors they were trying to butter up or possibly sleep with. Not that you didn’t get where they were coming from, you felt like your insides turned to jelly whenever Connor so much as offered you a ‘good job’, you could only imagine what a fourth year shadowing him must be going through, but you kept it professional.  

Your patient with Connor ended up being a quick in and out, a broken bone that needed resetting and some bruising. It was nothing serious and you felt a little guilty wishing it had been a little more just so that you could spend extra time with Connor.  

“Lunch?” Will asked, coming up next to you and leaning against the counter of the nurses’ station, phone in hand, interrupting your thoughts. And your slightly obessive staring at Connor’s back while he was talking to one of the med students who had wandered down from Cardiology.  

You turned toward Will, “are you offering me cafeteria food or real food?”  

“What’s the matter with the cafeteria?” He asked, still looking down at his phone.  

“Besides the fact that it’s a cafeteria?” You countered, and then mistakenly looked away. Not that it was your fault really, just that you were actually doing your job, looking over a patient file, and you somehow didn’t have the hindsight to think that Will had caught you embarrassingly staring at Connor. But you really should have known better.  

“You want to grab lunch with us?”  

The question was enough to make you look up, clearly confused because that was Will speaking but who was he talking to and what did he mean us. And then there was Connor, staring between the two of you as if us had some kind of weight to it that he was supposed to know about and didn’t. Not that he would care, your brain reminded you.  

“Sure...” Connor dragged the word out like maybe he wasn’t sure at all.  

“Actually-” Will was already backing up toward the glass doors as they slid open and Gabby came through with Sylvie, transporting a woman on a gurney and you almost wanted to ask if he had somehow timed it. Morbid maybe but you wouldn’t put it passed a Halstead to have that kind of impeccable timing.  

“Do you need-” 

“No, I’ve got April, go have lunch,” Will replied, cutting you off. “Probably be quick anyway.”  

They’d all been quick today. Of the near nonexistent cases that come through the ED doors they had all been discharged within two hours, probably less. There were days when it felt like a revolving door that people just kept coming into but today ‘nothing serious’ seemed to be the motto.  

You stood there clutching onto your tablet as Will disappeared into room 3, unsure what exactly you were waiting for. Maybe another ambulance to pull up or someone else to come along that you could force into lunch with you. Will had abandoned you with Connor. You turned to look at him, surprised to see him already watching you, and reminded yourself once more that this was Connor Rhodes and he definitely had better things to do than get lunch with you.  

“I guess you’re off the hook.” You tried to sound casual, like it was no big deal that he would probably head back to work and you really would be stuck with the cafeteria.  

Connor looked amused for a split second before reaching across the counter and taking the tablet out of your hands, flipping the cover closed, “what are you hungry for?” He asked, then added, “my treat.” As if you weren’t already filled with excited anxiety about just going to lunch with him.  

“Oh well, if it’s your treat.” You joked, trying to play off the butterflies in your stomach as you grabbed your hoodie off the back of the chair so you could slip it on again. “Honestly,” you started to say, pausing as you struggled to pull the neck of your hoodie over your head and wonder why you didn’t just rough it and freeze in the cafeteria to avoid embarrassment, “shit.” 

“Here,” Connor stopped you in your tracks, gently pushing the hood down and freeing you from the confines of the cotton material, smiling briefly as he tugged one of the strings hanging down from the neckline. “Better?” 

“Thanks,” you huffed, “Anyway...I was gonna say honestly, whatever you want is fine. So long as it’s not pizza.”  

Connor quirked an eyebrow as he stepped onto the elevator with you, skepticism written all over his face, “not pizza? Why not pizza?” He asked.  

“Because I’m 100% sure that Will eats pizza every single night.” You replied, “I literally can’t stand the sight of it.”  

The skepticism didn’t fade as he glanced over at you again. He wasn’t entirely positive that you and Will weren’t dating. Maggie had laughed when he asked and sworn that you weren’t but he saw how close the two of you seemed to be and he couldn’t help being skeptical. Not that it had stopped him from trying to get close to you. This was as good an opportunity as any to find out right from the source, “Are you and Will?” He gestured with his hand between the two of you.  

“What?” 

“Are you together?” 

“Oh no,” you shook your head, “we’re roomies but that’s it.”  

He nodded. “Good.” 

Now it was your turn for skepticism, “Good?” You asked. You liked the way he said it, like he was happy to know that Will wasn’t any competition but also like he wouldn’t have been too worried even if there was something going on. And suddenly you wondered why you never thought he looked at you or why you thought he never would.  

“Good.” He confirmed just as the elevator dinged. The doors slid open and he held his arm out against the door jam for you to step out first. After you had, and he stepped out after you, there was the sudden and welcomed presence of his hand on the small of your back. “So, lunch?”  

“Definitely.”  

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[lure-of-writing]

Chicago PD/Med Masterlist

Jay Halstead

Not today

Summary: You were partners long before Hailey was. It didn't help that you were in love with him

Not like I used to part 2

Summary: Finally you were able to move on

Out of love with you

Summary: He wasn’t even sure when it happened or more importantly, how. Like everything else it was slow at first, not noticeable by even the most trained eye, but eventually anyone within a twenty foot radius could tell he wasn’t even close to being in love with you.

Connor rhodes

My Love

Summary: If one thing about life was guaranteed, it's that absolutely nothing about life is guaranteed. Waking up, going to work, coming home at the end of the day, none of it was promised.

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[inagetawaycarxo]

XMAS BINGO; Building A Snowman w/ Connor Rhodes

Requested by Anon

— ❄ PAIRINGS: Connor Rhodes x F!Reader

— ❄ FEATURING: Connor Rhodes, Y/n, Unnamed daughter of y/ns.

— ❄ SYPNOSIS: You watch Connor and your daughter build a snowman.

— ❄ WARNINGS: fluff, pregnancy stuff, might be related to a certain Xmas fic I did last year, snowman, errors I missed.

— ❄ W/C: 631

— AUTHORS NOTE: I DO NOT give consent/permission for my work to be copied and pasted on other platforms, however, I highly encourage feedback, likes, reblogs, and comments.

—CHRISTMAS REQUESTS ARE CLOSED ATM

You beamed with excitement as you saw the sight of your boyfriend, Connor, holding your eight-year-old daughter up so she could put the eyes, mouth, and nose on the snowman.

You carefully carried the tray with three cups of hot cocoa. You stopped beside them. Admiring the snowman, they made. It was so heartwarming to see her have a loving and attentive father figure in her life. Given the fact that her father cares more about his girlfriend and his work than her.

“I think this snowman is the best snowman in the block,” You spoke. Causing Connor and your daughter to look behind them. Both beamed at you, before looking at each other, then looked back at the snowman, smiling proudly at their work.

Connor put your daughter down, as she quickly went to you. Gleaming with excitement.

“Do you really think so?” She asked.

“Oh definitely, bub, I think you two deserve a treat, I made some hot cocoa,” You replied. Smiling warmly at her. By now Connor was by your side, arm wrapped around you, as he kissed your forehead. Grabbing a hot cocoa mug and handing it to [daughter name].

“Thank you,” She beamed.

“Careful bub, it’s hot,” You spoke, as she took a sip. Winching at how hot it was.

Connor smiled. Lightly chuckling.

“Can you please take a picture with me and the snowman?” She asked. Looking at you then at Connor.

Before you could speak Connor beat you to it.

“Of course, [daughter's nickname],” He spoke. Putting the mug on the tray, he fished his phone out of his pocket. She let out a giggle, the excitement in her eyes never leaving, as Connor took out his phone. She quickly stood in front of the snowman.

Smiling happily as she looked at Connor. Connor held his phone up in front of him. Pointing the camera at [daughter's name].

“On the count of three. Three…Two…One, say cheese,”  Connor spoke. [daughter's name] smiled at Connor as he took a picture.

He took a couple of more pictures before she asked for the two of you to join in the picture. You carefully put the tray down on the table. Connor and you crouched down so she could be in the picture, Connor took a few pictures before the both of you stood up.

“How about we go inside and get warm,” You suggested. [Daughter’s name] nodded her head before responding.

“Yes please,” She spoke, holding onto your hand.

You shot Connor a look then looked at where the tray was placed. Connor nodded, grabbing the tray with one hand and holding [Daughter’s name] other hand, as the three of you walked into the house.

[Daughter’s name] let go of Connor’s and your hand, running off to the fireplace.

“Careful bub don’t get too close,” You called out to her, as she sat by the fireplace. She scooted back. Watching the flames.

Connor placed the tray on the table. Coming over to you and wrapping his arms around you. Placing his chin on your shoulder. Slightly swaying you.

“I love you so much, I can’t wait to meet this little one,” Connor spoke softly. Pressing a soft kiss on your cheek while his hand moved to your stomach resting on your stomach. Your heart rate sped up a bit, as you turned to look at him.

“Do you think we should tell her,” You asked, looking at your daughter and then back to Connor.

“Not until Christmas,” He spoke. Connor pressed another kiss to your cheek, as you looked at your daughter, laying near the fireplace. Connor looked at your daughter as well. Counting down the days till Christmas hit so they could tell, [daughter’s name] that she was going to have a sibling next year….

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[marshmallows2345]

Spoiled Rotten(Connor Rhodes x fem! reader)

Content Warning: suggestive content, otherwise its just connor buying lingerie for you ;)

“Don’t worry about prices, darling. nothing could put a price on you feeling absolutely beautiful,” he purrs as he handed you his black American Express card. “Whatever you want.”

“Are you sure? This is…”

“I meant what I said. Come on, let’s go shopping. I think someone deserves some pretty things.”

You took his card as he pulled you into some fancy store with a name that you can’t even pronounce. Every garment that hung on the racks or was dressed on the mannequins looked like it cost more than your groceries for the month. He guided you in, hand on the small of your back as he takes you around the store. Your eyes raked over each piece, every bra, every panty, every garter belt, and your breath was taken away by the level of detailing and luxury of the pieces. On your dime, you could never afford any of this, but with Connor’s money, you were able to.

“Pick out what you like. I saw some beautiful red pieces that would look perfect on you.”

There were a few pieces that stood out to you as you had made your way around the store. One was a delicate red set, composed of a bra with beautiful, chantily lace, with satin along the band and straps. The panty was similar, except with thin straps on the sides, lace adorning the front and back. Neither one was composed of the cheap, rough lace that most bras were manufactured with; nothing in this store was. Everything not only looked expensive, but it felt expensive as well. You also laid your eyes on a stunning navy blue silk slip, the same expensive lace adorning both the top and the bottom of it. As your fingers feel the silky smooth material, you can feel Connor’s chest against your back.

“Excellent choice,” Connor murmured as his eyes raked over your pick. “One that I would have gotten for you myself.”

“Connor, I can’t-“

“What did I say before, princess? Whatever you want means whatever you want.”

He found your size, and he plucked the slip off the rack for you to try on. You smiled as you watched him thoroughly peruse . Connor was always thoughtful like that; he learned your tastes, your sizes, even your measurements so that he could find the best clothes for you. He also knew your favorite colors, what silhouettes looked good on you and which ones didn’t. You counted your blessings that he was so good at fashion; he always helped you make decisions on what to wear.

By the time you were able to make it to the fitting room, you were laden down with pieces, and the price tags on everything made your head spin. But Connor reminded you to pay no mind to anything other than how the pieces looked and felt on your body. You repeated his words to yourself as you slipped into the fitting room and

“Put on a fashion show for me, sweetheart,” he softly said as he stood outside the room. “I wanna see every piece.”

You giggled as you closed the door so you could change, opting to try on the slip first. The expensive silk felt like heaven against your skin, the soft material gently caressing your body. You cracked open the door and peeked your head out.

“Connor?” You asked, and his head whipped around to look at you. “I have on the slip…”

“Come on out, let me see you, darling,” Connor replied, and you stepped outside to stand in front of him. “Oh my God…”

“Does it look okay?”

His hands ran up your sides, feeling both your curves and the slip, and you pressed yourself into him. You could hear the hitch of his breath as his hands rested on your upper back. Connor’s gaze was warm and tender as he admired how perfect you looked. His hands roamed your body, even sliding up underneath the slip. You gasped as his strong hands gave your cheeks a squeeze.

“It looks perfect, like it was made for you,” he breathed as his eyes raked over your body. “God, I…don’t even try on the other things. I know you’ll look beautiful in them. Take them all.”

“But that’s too much, I-“

“No, sweetheart. Nothing’s too much for you.”

“I can’t possibly accept it all,” you replied, face red as your hand ran through your hair.

“You can, I promise.”

“But…”

“We’ll take it all,” Connor said as he ushered you back into the fitting room. “And I’m buying you that in every color.”

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[specialagentlokitty]

Connor Rhodes x reader - uneven odds

Holding the small toddler in your arms, you were humming to yourself as you bounced him up and down in your arms.

He was sound asleep, but you knew if you stopped rocking him he was going to wake up at any minute.

“I’m sorry (Y/N) I just couldn’t calm him down.”

“No, don’t apologise Jenny, you did everything you could for him. Thank you for calling me.”

Smiling softly at her, you sat down on the edge of your table and she begun to clean up.

“No, you don’t have to do that. Go home.”

“But I’ve still got a few hours left.”

Laughing softly, you shook your head.

She was trying to earn some money on the side of studying in her finals year of high school.

She told you she wanted to be a nurse and you supported her all the way.

“You’ll still get full pay don’t worry. Go study for your exam.”

“You’re the best!” She whispered.

Grabbing her things, she waved bye as she quickly left and you looked down at the boy.

“What’ll I do with you huh Bailey?”

He blinked, cuddling himself further into you.

“We walk?” He asked.

“It’s late buddy, you wanna for walk now?”

He nodded and climbed down from your lap as he went over to the door to start pulling his shoes on.

Laughing, you made your way over and pulled your jacket on before kneeling down with his in your hands.

Giggling, he slipped into the jacket and zipped it up himself before jumping up and down with a loud laugh.

Looking at the clock, it was only 11am. You were supposed to be in work but you asked for the day off so you could be with him.

“Are you sure you’re not sleepy?”

“Uh huh! I walk!”

“Okay buddy, you walk. Let’s go!”

Taking his hand, you locked up and you guys started to aimlessly wonder.

He didn’t seem to mind, he just simply enjoyed walking around and seeing everything the city had to offer.

He didn’t understand most of it, but he still loved it.

“We eat?”

“Yeah, let’s go to your favourite place.”

Sweeping him up, you carried him across the street and around the block to his favourite cafe and immediately the waitress smiled.

“Shouldn’t you be at work?” She asked.

“Yeah, but he won’t sleep.”

She frowned, kneeling down next to the table to speak with him.

“Are you not feeling tired sweetheart?” She asked softly.

“Nope. I was cheese!”

You both laughed and she left to get the pair of you you’re usual order.

Giving him some crayons, you let him colour away on the notepad in your bag as he waited.

As soon as his food was there he put everything aside and started to demolish his sandwich.

You chuckled, nibbling at yours as you looked at the picture he was drawing.

It was dark, covered in black and red.

“What’s this Bailey?”

You pointed to it.

“That’s mommy, and that’s daddy.”

Your heart nearly dropped from your chest. Taking the picture you put it in your bag and sent a text to Charles.

You: can you meet me outside the hospital?

A few moments later you got a reply.

Charles: of course, when? Is everything okay?

You: I’m not sure and in twenty minutes.

When Bailey finished his sandwich you quickly paid and held your arms out for him.

Bailey jumped into your embrace and let you pick him up as you guys waved bye to everyone.

“Where we go?”

“Gonna see a friend of mine, okay?”

Bailey nodded and rested his head on your shoulder as he carried on watching he route your guys were taking.

You arrived outside the hospital and Charles was sat there waiting.

The moment he saw you he stood up and Bailey gave a small wave.

“Hello Bailey, how are you?”

“Good!”

Charles smiled and you guys walked over to a bench.

Taking your phone out, you let Bailey play a few games as you turned to the psychiatrist.

Taking the picture from your bag you showed it to him.

“What’s this?” He asked.

“Bailey said it’s mom and dad.”

“But they…?” He whispered.

You nodded, covering the small boys ears with your hands.

“They were killed last year…”

Charles frowned and looked at Bailey who was happily smiling and laughing away.

You removed your hands from his ears and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“Is there anything else you can tell me?”

“He’s not been sleeping, it’s why I had to go home. Jenny said he was screaming and crying and begging for someone to save his mom and dad.”

Charles nodded his head and looked towards the hospital before looking back at you.

“Do you mind if we go to my office. I’d think we should see what he remembers from that day.”

“Yeah, of course.”

You guys made your way in, Bailey clinging onto the fabric of your jacket as you made your way past everyone.

“(Y/N) thank god your back I need your help.” Natalie sighed.

“I’m currently off work, is there anyone else that can help?”

“No, I can’t get through to ortho.”

You looked to Charles before nodding your head.

“Bailey do you mind coming with me?” Charles asked.

Bailey shook his head and happily followed behind the other doctor before you followed Natalie.

You weren’t expecting to have to do a surgery today so when you were told you had no other choice you were panicked.

“Natalie, can you tell Charles I’ve been pulled away. I should be a few hours. He has Bailey so if need be do you mind watching him?”

“Of course not go.”

Nodding you ran after the nurses.

While you were in surgery Charles tried to speak to Bailey but he couldn’t get a word out.

Yawning, Bailey rubbed his eyes and looked around for you.

He couldn’t find you and he started to tear up.

“Where momma..?” He sniffled.

“It’s okay, she’ll be back soon.”

“Momma!” Bailey cried out.

“Bailey, Bailey calm down. (Y/N) will be back soon.”

Bailey started to panic and he ran out from the room, leaving Charlie’s to run out after him.

Being much smaller and younger, he was already gone and Charles ran a hand down his face, immediately calling Goodwin.

The hospital went straight into lockdown, but being in OR you knew nothing about it.

All spare staff were looking around for him, and Charles was going from room to room in the empty ward across the hallway.

“Nothing in psyc.” Charles said.

“There’s nothing on the floor below.” Choi said.

“Nothing in reception.” Maggie sighed.

“He has to be somewhere!” Charlie’s yelled.

“Daniel calm down. We will find him before (Y/N) gets out.”

The door to her office opened and closed, and Natalie stepped in with Connor and Will.

In Connors arms was a sleeping Bailey, hands balled tightly into the fabric of the doctors shirt.

“Oh thank god. Where was he?” Goodwin asked.

“We found him sat on the bench outside.” Will said.

“He wouldn’t let us pick him up though, only Rhodes for some reason.”

“Well, lockdown is officially lifted. Thank you everyone.”

Everyone nodded and left, and Natalie held out her arms to Connor.

“I’ll take him, you’ve got surgery.”

“Thanks.”

Connor went to hand Bailey over but the boy started whimpering.

Bringing him back to his chest, Connor looked to the others as he stopped.

“He seems to find you a source of comfort. He hasn’t been sleeping well so maybe it’ll be best for you to keep him for now.” Charles explained.

“Okay, Halstead can you tell Bekker to take my patient?”

“Sure thing.”

The others left and Connor turned to Charles and Goodwin.

“So, when will his parents get here?”

“They unfortunately passed away little over a year ago. His guardian will be here for him soon.” Goodwin sighed.

Connor frowned but nodded, looking around a little lost.

“Can I take him to the lounge?”

“Of course. I’ll let her know you’re there.” Charles nodded.

Connor nodded and made his way back down the stairs.

Heading into the lounge, Connor sat at the table as he started to do some work on the laptop instead.

It was nearly an hour later when you came in, looking around before your eyes finally landed on him.

“Hey.” You smiled.

“Hey, have you seen this boys guardian?” He asked.

Connor stood up, showing you the sleeping boy in his arms.

“Bailey?”

“You know him?”

You sighed, giving a small nod.

You’d been dating Connor for a few months, you never once told him about Bailey.

You didn’t know how to bring it up and you were worried you’d scare him away if you did tell him about the boy.

Holding your arms out, you took Bailey and looked down at him with a sad smile.

“I’m his guardian. I have been for a while now.”

“Momma…?” He yawned.

“I’m here baby, do you want to lay on the couch?”

Bailey nodded and you set him down, pulling your sweater off you placed it over him and turned back to Connor, pulling him into the corner.

“Connor I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you…”

“(Y/N) I understand you were worried…”

You still refused to meet his gaze.

“I was worried about you finding out about Bailey… and I was worried about Bailey he’s been through so much…”

Connor placed a hand on your chin, tilting your head up so you were looking at him and he offered you a charming smile.

“It’s okay babe. I understand, really I do.”

Connor leant down, gently kissing you for a few seconds before he pulled away, brushing his nose against yours.

“I’m not that easily scared off…” he whispered.

Laughing you placed your forehead on his and closed your eyes, letting him take your hands between his.

You felt a huge weight being lifted of your shoulders. You hated hiding this huge part of your life from him, but you were glad you didn’t anymore.

And thankfully it seemed that Bailey took a liking to Connor

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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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Can you do a Connor Rhodes x reader, where they are both married and have a child together. Maybe one day their child wanted to visit Connor at the hospital after school so they both go to visit him.

Connor Rhodes- Work Surprise

Thank you so much for this request. I hope this is ok

7 years ago I married the absolute love of my life. 5 years later we welcomed our baby girl, Lilly, who is definitely a daddy’s girl. And now we’re expecting our second child in a few months so I’ve been benched from work at CPD

Today Lilly spent the day baking at school, as I have spent the day baking at home. So now we’re over run with, cakes, cookies, brownies and other sweet treat

“Mamma can we go see daddy?” Lilly asks after I strap her into her car seat after picking up from school “we can take him cookies and cake!” She exclaims

“I think that’s a great idea, but let’s go home first so we can pick up the cakes I made”

“Ok, then we can go and see daddy”

“Sure. But remember he might be busy”

“Busy making people feel better?”

“Yes” I say before closing the car door and getting into the drivers seat

“What about auntie Maggie?”

“Auntie Maggie might be busy as well, but if they are we leave the cakes with someone to put into their staff room”

“Ok”

After we pick up the cakes I made, Lilly and I make our way to the hospital. Lilly carries his a box of cookies then spots her auntie

“Auntie Maggie!” She shouts. My sister turns round with a smile on her face. She walks towards us with her hands on her hips

“What is my favourite niece doing here?”

“I’m your only niece auntie Maggie” Lilly says rolling her eyes “we have treats” Lilly shows Maggie the box. Maggie opens the lid and peers inside

“They look yummy”

“Where’s daddy?”

“He’s just finished making someone better. I’ll page him down” with that Maggie pages my husband, who arrives in no time at all

“Daddy!” Lilly yells “mamma you take the cookies please” Lilly asks but Maggie takes the box since I’m holding cupcakes. Lilly then runs to Connor who has his arms open wide for her. He picks her up and walks over to me and Maggie “daddy we have treats for you”

“Just for me?”

“No you have to share them” Lilly sternly tells her dad making me laugh. Maggie and I place the treats on the counter top of the nurses area

“Hey” Connor then places a kiss on my lips “how’s little one doing?” he asks eyes flicking down to my large stomach

“Kept me awake all night” I reply stroking my bump

“Mamma was late to pick me up because she was asleep. Mrs Johnson had to ring mamma”

“Thank you Lilly” I chuckle

“Well how about I finish up here then I’ll pick up something to eat and then I’ll take you to school tomorrow and pick you up? Let mamma catch up on some rest”

“Yes yes yes!” Lilly practically yells excitedly

“Ok. I’ll see you in a couple of hours then”

“Ok daddy” Lilly throws her arms around his neck giving him a cuddle. Connor places Lilly down, who then hugs her auntie before taking my hand

“See you later” i say kissing Connor on the cheek then giving Maggie a hug “come over on your day off” I tell her

“I will do. We can go shopping and get some baby clothes”

“Thank you. I’ll see you soon”

We say our goodbyes then I take Lilly’s hand and we head back to the car.

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[deanstead]

Model Husband

Pairing: Connor Rhodes x Reader

Requested: yes, by @lelaartt

Summary: Stressful day, but at least there's Connor.

Word Count: 819

Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship, mentions of death

A/N: I know I haven't posted in a while, but this has been sitting in my drafts for... forever lol. Please bear with me, this semester is kinda crazed.

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It had been a long day. A long draining day and Connor was just looking forward to seeing you and having a quiet night together.

Figuring he’d check if you were ready, Connor left the doctor’s lounge still in his white coat, taking the lift right up to the ICU.

As he stepped in, he caught sight of you immediately, running towards one of the rooms where there was an obvious code blue, a rush of staff heading towards the room.

Connor stood to the side against an empty side of the station, quietly watching as you worked quickly to assist the doctor standing next to you.

It must have been a tough day for you too, Connor caught himself thinking as his eyes followed you. Anyone else would have missed it - the slight droop in your shoulders, or the way you stood telling him you had that persistent ache at that one point on your shoulders that kept coming back to haunt you.

Connor looked down as he picked up on the sounds of “Clear!” from the doctor that was working on the patient. But Connor also knew well enough the chances…

He held back an audible sigh as the faint sound of a flat line made its way out to him. Now, the look in your eyes told him he really needed to get you out of there.

You looked up, catching sight of your husband now. Even just seeing him from afar made you want to cry, so you gave him a small smile and he nodded, telling you not to worry and that he’d be right there waiting.

If anyone asked how you’d gotten from the hospital back home, you’d have to ask them to ask Connor.

You were drained, both physically and mentally. The knotted ache in your shoulder that was consistently giving you issues was acting up again, you felt dead on your feet and the ICU had lost three patients today.

You weren’t exactly emotionally attached. You were an experienced enough nurse to handle that well, but even so losing patients was draining no matter what.

“Here.”

Connor handed you a plate and you smiled up at your husband from where you were seated with your legs crossed on the couch.

Like a model husband, Connor had insisted on preparing dinner while you took a hot shower which had definitely made you feel a lot better even though the knot in your shoulder was still there.

“Thanks, babe.” You answered, not realizing how hungry you were until the smell of pasta reached you as you took the plate in your hands.

The both of you ate in mostly silence, but Connor sat close by and that in itself made you feel better and you glanced at your husband, who returned you a smile.

Connor took the empty plate out of your hands and you frowned.

“You already cooked.”

Connor shook his head. “Just fulfilling my husband duties.”

“I knew I married you for a reason.” You announced in a sort of teasing fashion that would have been more convincing if you weren’t so exhausted.

Connor just smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head before you heard him patter off to the kitchen, flipping on the stereo on his way.

Music was now playing softly in the apartment and you closed your eyes for a while, the faint sound of running water from the kitchen mixing together with the soft music tones. This was the kind of evening you needed, especially today.

You opened your eyes again when you felt Connor’s hands touch your shoulder from behind you and you glanced up at him.

“What’s going on?” You asked with a smile. “Is today a special day I don’t know about?”

The words were barely out of your mouth before your brain started working, trying to figure out if you had forgotten a date or something.

Connor shook his head. “Relax. The ache’s been bothering you today, hasn’t it?”

You felt his thumb press firmly against the knot, and you exhaled, the stress seeming to leave your body almost instantaneously.

You closed your eyes, feeling Connor’s fingers seemingly press out all the negative feelings and stress from the day.

Angling your head upwards again, you reached up for his hand. “You must be tired too, come here.”

“You sure?”

You smiled, tugging gently so that Connor would make his way back around to the front of the couch and next to you.

“This is the best way you can help me recharge.” You said, fitting yourself right into his arms , both of you sprawled on the couch.

Connor smiled, his arms looping around your body. “Me too.”

You chuckled, resting the back of your head against his chest, feeling the edges of Connor’s stubble against your temple and knowing this was the perfect way to end a stressful day.

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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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[poppadom0912]

Losing

Characters: Connor Rhodes x Reader, Will Halstead, Maggie Lockwood, Kim Burgess

Warnings: Medial treatment, blood, shootings, and death

Summary: After an accident at your workplace, your husband is faced with the thought of losing his family.

A/N: This is going to be quite long and maybe mess with your feelings. Hope you like it!

*****

So, here's how it went.

It was a normal morning, there was nothing out of the ordinary. You woke up with your husband in bed with you, both of your alarms going off at the same time despite your different jobs. The two of you got ready separately as one showered and the other made breakfast, being out the door in no time.

But, with five minutes to spare, Connor rubbed your belly that was ever so slightly sticking out but with the clothes you wore to work, you couldn't tell you were pregnant. Having a hushed conversation with the life growing in you, Connor whispered for them to not bother you and that he loved the two of you very much.

And with the quickest peck on the lips, another sneaky one on your cheek, your husband was driving away as you made your way down the street towards your friend who drove you to work.

Despite your speed walking, you had been 'late' according to her and that resulted in her speeding down the road towards the high school the two of you taught at.

It was an honest miracle that she didn't crash, that you made it in one piece at the school because at the speed she was driving, you wouldn't be surprised if she crashed.

Fast forward three hours and you’re teaching your third class of the day, a bunch of sixteen-year-olds cramped in a class learning literature was an absolute blast.

Once again, you did this five days a week and had a routine, each class a different one but it was still there. So, when you were mid-way through collecting last lessons homework and you heard that familiar shrill, your heart dropped and so did the papers in your hand. (Don't worry, it all fell onto the table so there was no mess to clean up.)

Chairs scrapped along the floor in sync as all your students stood and made their way to the back of the classroom, you watching as they huddled together, whispering as you shut all the windows, pulling down the blinds and locking the door.

Covering the small window on the door, you did a quick headcount of all your students, whispering the numbers under your breath.

Yes, this could easily be a drill but with all the other shootings happening all over the country, you could never be too sure.

You continued counting in your head as you verbalised reassurances to the students who were shaking, watching as the others tightly gripped phones and hands.

Finishing your headcount, you realised there was a missing student and due to your mom brain, it took a student tugging on the bottom of your dress, you bending down so they could whisper in your ear for you to remember that there was a student missing.

One of the girls started her period in class and you allowed her to leave, going to the toilets to sort herself out but she never came back.

Patting their head lightly, you harshly swallowed and let your eyes sweep over your students sitting on the floor, all crammed together as if each other’s presence provided safety.

In this moment, all your training went out your head and all you could think about was your missing student.

You loved all your students will all your heart, as you taught them over their four years of high school, they practically became your children. You had a relationship with them that not only could you be their teacher, but you could also be a friend, listening to all the drama and maintaining the perfect amount of banter in and out of class.

Just the thought of one of your students being out there, if there was an actual gunman, you couldn't even fathom the thought. What you would do to get that student back, 'safe' in the classroom.

You felt your heart start to palpitate.

Typically, at this point in time, everyone would be notified that this was only a drill and that everyone could go back to their lessons, but nothing had happened. Silence was still enveloping the room and you all you could hear was loud beats echoing in your ear.

Making one of the hardest decisions in your life, you decided to stay put, remembering that your students were smart, even if they were 16, they were smart enough to know what to do when school was put on lockdown.

And, you were pregnant, putting yourself out on the line like that meant putting your baby on the line. If something happened to your baby, you would never forgive yourself.

Remembering the life growing within you, your hands shakily found its way to your stomach, feeling the bump that wasn't as big as it should be for a woman slowly nearing her due date. The fact that you weren't big wasn't a surprise according to your doctor. You were less than a month away but with constant reassurances your size wasn't a problem, your worries, for the most of it, disappeared.

Anyways, back to the current situation, you crouched down, fitting behind a table, back towards the door so you could face all your 16-year-olds.

Once again, you let your eyes skim over your students, letting them become misty as you saw some texting parents and struggling to hold in tears.

Shit. Connor.

Your husband had no idea, absolutely oblivious to your current predicament. He was mindlessly going about his day, saving lives as a trauma surgeon does.

Inhaling a shaky breath, you knew that Connor would flip his shit when he found out but that was a problem for future you, present you was needed here.

Just as you were about to sit down properly, your phone went off, making the entire class jump at the sound of your ringtone that sounded like every other ordinary ringtone.

Wincing, you looked up, pushing yourself on your toes that were starting to ache from sitting in this position for so long, finding your phone vibrating as its screen went from black to blaring in the dark classroom.

With much contemplation, you let it ring out and remained where you sat but when it went off for a second time, you bit your lip and went to grab it, being fast and going back to where you sat with the students.

Making sure you didn't make too much sound, you mindlessly answered the call without checking the number or name, putting it against your ear.

"Please tell me you’re not working today."

The familiar voice of Kim Burgess met your ears, bringing tears to your eyes as you shakily exhaled a breath that you had been holding for far too long.

Ever since you and Connor started dating, he had introduced you to the village otherwise known as the first responders he called family. And, soon enough, they became yours too despite not working in any of their departments.

"Well, I won't say that, but I can tell you that I'm staring at an almost full class of 16-year-olds." Your tone was meant to be light-hearted but came across more sarcastic than humorous. No one could blame you when your coping mechanism was humour.

Kim sighed, making the line go static for a second before you could practically see the frown on her lips, furrowed brows as she pinched the bridge of her nose like the disappointed mother she was.

"Listen Kim, if you’re calling me about work then you gotta be straight with me right now." You whispered into your phone, keeping your eyes trained on your students who were taking note of anything that moved. "This isn't a drill, is it?"

You weren't even whispering, trying to be quieter so the teenager didn't hear. Scaring them would only make the situation much worse than it already was.

"Y/N." Kim said your name with such a force that it felt like she was your mentor in a movie giving a motivational speech that would result in you winning the competition that was the plot of the movie. "Intelligence is outside the school but we're not too sure how long it's gonna take to get inside, so promise me you’re going to stay where you are."

Your jaw ticked, not in frustration but at the fact that there really was a shooter roaming around the halls.

"Navya Patel, she left for the bathroom. The closet toilet that's working is near history which is on a different floor." You let the woman know about your missing student. "Kim, if anything happened to her..."

You could finish the sentence, if you said the words aloud, her peers would hear and that was a recipe for disaster, Kim knew how you were going to finish your sentence.

"Y/N, we got this." She repeated with a good amount of grit that would engrave her words into your mind. "I'll see you soon."

And with that, she hung up, getting back to work getting the shooter out of the school.

Licking your lips, you completely turned off your phone, gently placing it face down on the floor where it wouldn't be in the way.

You could feel several pairs of eyes looking at you desperately for answers, the answers that as a teacher, you always had.

Gosh, you’re so glad that you didn't teach pre-schoolers.

Suddenly, snapping out of your thoughts was the sound of a person walking down the hallway.

At some point, you weren't too sure when, but you could put a name to whoever was walking down the halls. Fast, squeaky meant one of the hyper-active boys, a bunch of small steps meant that one big friend group, clacking of heels meant one of the higher up teachers and the shouting that came along with some steps could literally be anyone.

But these steps, maybe it due to your mom brain and your anxiousness, but you couldn't familiarise yourself with it, never had it ever been so nimble but harsh and quick at the same time.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you let your eyes flicker to the door, looking at the handle and due to the lack of light in the classroom, you couldn't see nor remember if you locked it.

Lightly tapping the student closest to you, you whispered in their ear the question of if you closed the door but when they shrugged, replying with they were too busy getting to the back of the classroom to watch you, you felt your heart rate pick up.

If the steps that were echoing down the hallway was the shooter and your door wasn't closed, you were fucked, your students were fucked. If anyone got hurt today, that was never-ending guilt over your head.

Better to be safe than sorry.

It was a saying that Connor, as a doctor, often found himself working by, going the extra mile, sometimes, just so they never missed anything out. Like, there was several times patients experienced chest pain and there were no reasons why, but he always would go and order an EKG or something like that, you can't remember.

As quietly and swiftly as you could, you got up on your feet, hunched back as you went around the tables to get to the door, your new height meaning no one could see you.

Safely arriving at the door, you rested your back against it and stared down at the lock, breathing a sigh of relief when it was locked.

Just as you were going to go back to your students, you watched as a shadow loomed over you.

The window on the door was a small square and now being at your normal height, your head was visible through it. But you covered it with some students work who graduated and left two years go.

Obviously, the paper wasn't thick enough and with the lights of the corridor, it was now practically see-through meaning that the person now standing behind the door, could see you and if, if you turned around, you would be able to see them.

Your breath hitched.

The figure didn't move, frozen behind the door making you hold your breath so that it would look like you weren't a living thing but fast forward two minutes later and you had to breathe again.

And that's what set him off.

His hand immediately latched to the door handle, shaking it with such vigour that you could feel the movements against your hips.

It was one of the fastest movements in a while, the sound catching your students off guard, all their eyes snapping towards the door handle since they had been watching your every move once you had gotten off the phone.

Trying your best to control your breathing, you kept repeating that everything would be fine over and over, as if it would be.

But fate had other ideas.

The person must've given up, letting go of the handle as it stopped moving against you. Despite this, fear coursed through your veins, not knowing what that meant. You didn't want to get your hopes up.

Just as you thought you were safe, you lurched forward due to the sudden impact of the door pushing against you.

It felt like whiplash, but your thoughts were still perfectly orientated as you pushed yourself with all your weight against the door that he was banging at.

Due to your sudden movements, some of your kids screamed, watching as who you guessed was the shooter, tried to get into the classroom.

Your breathing became frantic, the shooter relentless in his attempts to open the door. He must've had something sharp on him as after several jabs, he created a hole in the wooden door right at your lower back, the cold metal meeting the soft cotton of your dress.

Masking the pain, you turned your head towards your kids, ordering them to hide under tables or in the far cupboards, wherever they could hide, just in case the shooter was successful.

Some with much but others with little hesitance, obeyed to your orders as you watched as they tried their best to hide, the shooter continuing with his efforts, the pain in your back increasing as you were reminded of the growing life within you.

This wasn't fair.

Inhaling deeply, you could hear a masculine voice chuckle under his breath, relishing in his achievement.

Was it too late to say that you hadn't heard any gun shots today?

You let a lone tear slip as you felt the man’s hand squeeze through the hole he made, feeling your back before finding the handle, which he did with struggle due to your body pressed against the door.

Whispering sweet assurances to your baby who was totally oblivious to what was happening in the outside world, you were comforting yourself more than anything.

And Connor. God, Connor had no idea, and this morning could've been the last time he saw you, the last time he talked to you, the last time he kissed you; the last time he said I love you.

It was at the thought of your husband that you let another tear slip, and another and another to the point you were silently crying, sniffling and unable to wipe them away. Your kids didn't need to see you crying because they were looking up at you and if you cried, then what did that show?

Blowing out air, you clenched your jaw hearing the door unlock. There was no way in hell he was laying any hand on your kids.

Watching as his hand turned, pushing the handle so the door opened, you moved forward so you were no longer leaning against the door. You watched as the door creaked open, yellow lights bleeding into the grey classroom, looking for when he stepped forward.

That when you lunged, finding his black shoes that were surprisingly clean, pushing him out your classroom and into the empty hallway.

You caught him off guard, that was for sure but a man that was taller, heavier, and more armed than you, not forgetting the fact that he also wasn't pregnant meant he had the upper hand.

And so, the attacks started rolling in one after the other as you started to comfort yourself, repeating that everything would be fine as you closed the door behind you, not wanting your teenagers to witness the brutal attacks of the shooter.

Your hands immediately went to your abdomen, shielding your baby from any oncoming attacks, your eyes screwed shut as you clocked at your mind screaming at everything to stop.

Gasping in pain, you felt him back away slightly as you moved away from the door, leaning against the brick wall not too far away from the lockers, using it to support yourself as your vision started to blur.

Prying your eyes open, you struggling to focus on anything. Your breathing was shallow and all you could hear was high pitch ringing, making you wince.

Due to your vision that wasn't clearing, you couldn't see as your attacker brought out something from his belt, just bigger than his hand but it could've been anything.

It took you a minute to register what he was going to do, but then you remembered he was the reason the school was on lockdown and your students were inside trembling with fear.

A shooter isn't a shooter without a gun which they shoot with.

By the time you connected all the dots, it was too late.

Two shots resonated through the halls, followed with retreating footsteps and the thud of a body falling on the floor.

And that body just so happened to be yours, falling against the wall, slowly dragging down the bricks, leaving a deep crimson as you lost feeling in your legs.

Everything went numb, your head resting against the bloody wall as your hands shook, struggling to decide where to go, eventually deciding to put pressure on one of your wounds, remembering what Connor had said to you a few years back one night when neither of you could sleep.

The shots must've been pretty loud, catching the attention of people you couldn't name making you think the worst, trying to move yourself as you didn't want to be attacked again.

Ignoring the tingling sensation that started to spread around your body, your eyes dragged to the commotion down the hall, finding blurry figures tackle a couple of dudes dressed in black.

Attempting to blink, when your eyes opened, you found yourself tearing at the sight of familiar figures, despite their blurriness, their voices brought you some level of comfort.

Feeling something cold trail down your lips, you ignored the metallic taste and let yourself smile, or try to at least, your lips perking up since smiling itself was too painful.

The woman had brunette hair, a shiny badge secured on her waist, quick on her feet as she made her way towards your pale figure. Her scent washed over you and it was at that moment you were able to hear anything besides that irritated high pitch ringing.

You were aware of her questions as she moved your hands, putting pressure where you previously were, wincing at how hard she was pushing down.

Kim tried to convince you that everything was fine and that you were okay and for some reason, when you heard that raspy voice that could only belong to one Sergeant, you started to believe her.

But then your eyes suddenly felt too heavy and knowing that you were safe, knowing that your kids were safe, you let go.

*****

Connor smiled. Maggie was standing beside him, one hand on her hip while the other held her almighty phone, talking with Will with that snarky tone of hers.

It had been a good day and that wasn't something he liked to say a lot as a trauma surgeon because as soon as he thought or voiced that it had been a good or slow day, karma immediately hit him in the head, calling him stupid.

Just as he was going to join Maggie as she jokingly criticised Will, her eyes caught sight of texts popping up on the device in her hand and soon enough, they all caught the blaring lights and deafening sirens coming from the ambulance bay.

Looking at the two men standing with her, she jutted her head towards the paramedics pulling out a stretcher. "Doctor Rhodes, Doctor Halstead, baghdad."

Snatching a pair of latex gloves each, the two doctors rounded the nurse’s desk and grabbed onto the stretcher that was being wheeled in.

"Alright, what've we got?"

As soon as Will asked, pulling on his gloves properly as he, on instinct, checked for a pulse.

Before either man was going to ask for any further details on the victim, Connors eyes found a diamond ring that was reflecting in the bright lights of the ED, familiarity washing over him like a wave.

His eyes snapped up to the victims face and his grip loosened on the stretchers side. His legs went on, ignoring as he registered the face.

"Y/N?" Connor barely whispered; it was a miracle Will even heard him

Will's head snapped towards Connor, looking at him incredulously before looking back at the woman lying unconscious before recognising the face of his co-worker’s wife.

And all of a sudden, everything just got much more real.

Keeping his eyes on you, Connor continued pushing the stretcher into the trauma room, ignoring the sympathetic eyes of everyone starting to gather around him.

"Transfer on my count." Connor looked up for a split second at the medical personnel in the room.

Yes, there was a rule that you couldn't treat family but with Connor being the trauma surgeon on call and also the only doctor available, besides Will, no one had a choice but to let him do his job.

As Will started to cut off your dress, he harshly swallowed at the sight of the gunshot wound but when his eyes trailed over your body for any sort of artificial wounds, his eyes locked onto the second wound profusely bleeding despite the mounted layers of gauze.

Shouting out orders, ignoring the fact that this was family, Will was stopped himself as he was telling a nurse what drugs to administer, hearing Connors next words.

"Give me the ultrasound."

Connor held his hand out, his heart hammering in his chest as he pushed the wand against your abdomen, repeating to himself under his breath that you'd be all right.

Watching the black and white appear on the machine, everyone's eyes watched closely, silence consuming the room.

First of all, no one knew of any pregnancy and for the news to be spilled due to your traumatic injury, only furthered everyone's shock.

Maggie approached the open trauma doors, her face unreadable as she too watched the scene unfold.

Refusing to believe his ears, Connor moved the wand around, pushing down just a little harder, blinking several times so the mist in his eyes would go away.

His breath hitched as the room remained in silence.

Just as he was going to move away to address your wounds that he was still unaware of, he heard an echoing thump that resonated through the room.

He must've gotten whiplash from how fast he looked up at the machine. Maggie let her chest fall in relief as Will let his eyes close before ordering for a different drug than what he asked for before.

Ignoring the collecting sweat on his forehead, Connor handed one of the nurses near him the ultrasound wand and moved further up your torso, lifting the several layers of gauze that now looked like one due to the amount blood loss.

There was one lodge in your ribs, no signs of any exit wound while the other was dangerously close to your uterus.

And despite hearing both beating hearts, it dawned on them the inevitable.

Only one of you were going to make it but with both your lives being in the hands on your husband, you both were going to make it, you both had to make it.

With his raised voice, letting everyone around him know of his next actions, he looked at Maggie who had already ordered up for an operating room.

"Let's move!"

Everything passed by in a blur, moving around and out of the ED, into the elevator where he felt the all the eyes on his figure, his hand gripping the gurney's railing with such force that he felt numbness.

The doors opened, allowing everyone to move into the quieter corridor, moving towards the OR already prepared for surgery.

"Thank you everyone, I'll take it from here."

One of the trauma surgeons who had been working at Med longer than Connor suddenly stepped in, lightly grabbing the bottom end of the gurney.

"Excuse me?!" Connor looked at the man with a fury that no one had seen before.

"I've come off my break and you know the rules Rhodes, they're in good hands." The surgeon assured the younger man, watching as Will gently moved him away from you.

"No, no, no, no." Connor mumbled frantically, fighting against Will's restricting arms.

"Connor, Connor." Will looked his friend in the eye, the emotions running so wild that Will felt it too.

"No Will, that's my wife and child!" Connor said through gritted teeth, pointing at your body that was being wheeled away, his voice filled with a fury that made Will falter.

"Y/N and your baby are in good hands, okay?" Will paused, waiting for any more brash actions from Connor but he only let his hands limply fall to his side. "Come on, let's sit down."

*****

Connors eyes were now red from all the tears, now resting on his knuckles as his elbows were leaning on the plastic arms of the waiting room chairs.

Will had left his side once, only for the seat to be filled by Maggie who told April to take her spot until further notice.

Having the charge nurse by his side, Connor let his tears fall, no longer finding it possible to keep in it. No one was watching besides Maggie and the few people passing by but crying relatives was a normal sight for all of Med's employees.

As the surgery went on, Maggie firmly remained at Connors side, forcing him to eat and drink a little once the tears dried.

"The baby, we were going to tell you." Connor whispered; his voice hoarse despite his tears being silent. "But we kept putting it off and then we figured we preferred the privacy, promising we would tell everyone on our anniversary next week."

Maggie's fingers locked with his, holding it firmly. Actions spoke much louder than words. What was she supposed to say to a man who was waiting for the news of his families death, knee jumping up and down impatiently as he, again, combed his hands through his now unkept hair.

Maggie looked up as the doctors and nurses, one by one, exited the OR you were in, Connors head snapping up hearing the soft footsteps leaving the operation room.

The two of them stood up, Maggie rubbing Connors bicep comfortingly as they stepped forward, Connors eyes filled with nothing but desperation and hope.

The surgeon who took over him, surgical cap and scrubs still on as he approached them, monotone expression meaning neither of them could try decipher the news.

"Your wife couldn't handle everything all at once, we're going to give her a bit to rest before we continue." The surgeon paused, looking at Connor with a newfound emotion.

Despite knowing deep down that you could come out completely fine, Connor let his mind wander and think the worst.

Breathing? Heart beating? Working brain? Connor no longer had any of those as reality sunk in.

"But, I'm delighted to inform you that your daughter, even though she's premature, is doing perfectly fine."

A baby girl.

Before Connor could ask anything, the surgeon beat him to it. "You want to come meet her?"

Nodding his head, not trusting his words, Connor and Maggie followed the surgeon to the NICU where they stood in front of glass doors, finding a pink bundle in a cart labelled 'Baby Rhodes'.

With watery eyes and a wobbling smile, Connor was stuck watching your daughters chest rise and fall, not being able to look away from the baby that was yours.

Licking his lips, Connor glanced at Maggie who was reassuringly rubbing his bicep, her smile small but it was just what he needed.

Now all he needed was for you to pull through.

*****

You didn't wake up till another five days later, being put into a medically induced coma that only increased Connor's nerves.

Miss Goodwin had given him time off, both to look after your newborn baby but also start preparing himself for any bad news.

He hoarded any doctor and nurse who was working your case and after many, many tries, he was fully informed and despite everything making sense medically, he was impatient and was starting to lose it.

Five days felt like five months, the wait being so long that slowly, the doctors in the ICU were making your husband aware that he may need to let go.

But he wouldn't, no matter how much the cost was, he would do anything just for you to wake up.

He spoke to you daily, updating you on anything, even the lousy drama the nurses from the ED stirred up. He swore that when he told you the news of your healthy daughter being discharged from the NICU that your fingers twitched.

Currently, Connor was fiddling through a baby guide that you jokingly bought for fathers day while you were pregnant. Your unnamed daughter was taken by Maggie who said Connor needed a break and this was the least she could do.

Suddenly, interrupting the continuous beeps of the monitors, you started coughing around the tube in your throat, eyes screwed shut.

Jumping up from his seat, Connor pressed the nurses button and despite itching to extubate you, he had to wait for your primary doctor, which would've been him if there was no relation between the two of you.

Following the nurses, Will pulled on his gloves, approaching you slowly before he said hello to you, explaining what he was going to do.

Despite the extreme discomfort that came with the extubating, your throat felt dry, eyes heavy as you blinked to get used to the scene in front of you.

The disorientation was painted clear on your face but when your eyes fell on Connor standing behind Will, you felt yourself tearing up.

Everyone was starting to think the worst, maybe you had amnesia which could difficult depending on its severity, or you were in pain somewhere they weren't aware of.

"Connor." Your voice was hoarse and raw, your lip perking up slightly at the sight of your husband.

Swallowing back a sob, Connor nodded, lips drawn into a smile that no one had seen him wear in a very long time. His hand clutched yours, kissing it and keeping it there.

All of his emotions were overwhelming but he would keep it to himself till it was just the two of you.

After a few cognitive tests, ruling out any complications and making sure you weren't suffering from amnesia and so on, Will cleared you, allowing the room to empty before he expressed his own relief in your consciousness.

Your eyes dragged to your husband who was staring at your open eyes, it very so surreal and-

Why was your stomach so flat?

Even though your pregnant belly wasn't as big as it should've been, it was never completely flat. You could remember everything but had yet to be informed of what exactly was your medical state.

Before you could even voice your concern at your discovery, Connor realised where your attention lay and beat you to it.

"Nothing bad happened." He shook his head before smiling. "Your daughter is currently being hoarded by the lovely docs and nurses of the ED."

You felt like crying.

"A little girl?" You felt like crying, smiling up at your husband through your tears. "You named her yet?"

Connor shook his head. "Wasn't going to do it without you." He said, leaving out the fact that he should've when the suggestion was brought up just in case you didn't wake up.

Letting out a breathy sigh, you settled into your pillow, closing your eyes in relief. "I'm still so tired, and I've slept for how long?" You joked, mindlessly fidgeting with Connors fingers.

"Where's all that from?" You opened your eyes, looking over at all the flowers, cards and the occasional balloon sitting in the corner of the room, Connor following your line of sight, huffing out a chuckle.

"You seem to have accumulated a fan club." Your husband proudly stated. "And I'm the head of it."

"Is that so?" You humoured him but before he could reply, you were interrupted by the familiar faces of what looked like half the ED, one of them holding a small bundle, a tuft of dark, dark brown hair standing out from the white blanket.

Your greeting was just about audible as you too notice of the baby, smiling at all of Connors friends who were also yours by now.

Gently, your daughter was placed into your arms by Maggie who helped you hold her, fixing the position of your elbow.

This all felt so surreal but with those blue doe eyes staring up at you with all the curiosity and innocence in the world, your heart soared and you felt a sudden instinct to protect her from any harm in the world.

Ignoring all the harm of the situation, but there was definitely going to be a long conversation about the shooting with you that would consist of scolding from Connor about putting your life on the line while you justified your actions by using your students.

But for now, it would be just you, Connor, your baby and the friendly company of Chicago Med's village.

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