#conner rhodes imagine

[poppadom0912]

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.”

[adam-kim-forever]

Promises… Promises

Warnings: hurt, angst, tw?

Requested: yes, anonymous

Natalie x reader

Summary: Y/N and Natalie are a couple and one day Y/N is hurt being a CPD officer, and brought to Chicago Med.

“I don’t want to be awake”

you moaned while moving out of Natalie’s warm embrace.

“Work demands you be there by how much they’re calling you” Natalie replied

“Sorry” you replied while changing into your work clothes. “It’s okay baby, I was joking around.”

“You got Owen?” “Yep I do”

“Alright, I got to go” you said while grabbing your badge and gun from your safe. “Love you.” You said as you kissed Natalie’s forehead.

“Love you too y/n. Be safe please”

“I will, I promise” you replied

**Natalie POV**

“Morning Will” I pronounced as a I walked into the doctors lounge.

“Morning Natalie. How is Y/N and Owen?”

“They’re good. Y/N had work early this morning, so I had to call in the babysitter earlier than expected” I let out a sigh

“Y/N has been working quite a lot huh” will said out loud.

“Yes, but it’s her job” I reply as I smile at him and walk out to get to my first patient.

“Mags, who’s the first”

“You have a 82 year old male. Mr. Simon his care facility brought him in for suspected syphilis”

I sigh “third one’s a charm right?” I say as I grab the tablet from Maggie and go to meet Mr. Simon.

“Treatment four Nat have fun” Maggie winked

**Time Skip**

“All right Mr. Simon, you do have syphilis I will be prescribing you some antibiotics for your nurse to give you to help with this ok. Any questions for me before I discharge you?”

“No doctor, I appreciate you taking care of my old self.”

I smile and nod “have a good day Mr. Simon. Oh- and one more thing use protection and check for any STD’s next time ok?”

“I will” Mr. Simon says as he snickers.

As I walk out of treatment four there is a big trauma incoming.

**Incoming**

“What do he have?” Maggie’s said as she stood to the paramedics

“Y/N Y/L/N CPD officer shot while raiding a home. 3 gsw’s one to the thigh almost hit the femoral artery; have a tourniquet on it. One to the chest, and one to the abdomen. 90/60 BP, gcs is 3, intubated on scene. Heart rate is 50 and sats are 87%”

“Will you’re up you’re going to Baghdad” Maggie yelled

“Follow me please” Will ran with the paramedics”

“MAGGIE!!” I just heard

“Natalie, breathe she’s in good hands with Rhodes” “go sit down”

**Conner POV**

“Natalie” I say as I walk into the waiting room

“Conner how is she?”

“Nat let’s sit, it’s a lot okay”

“Oh gosh”

“Breathe, she’s okay. She had a lot of internal damage. One Bullet hit her aorta, another tore part of her femoral artery, and the third ruptured her spleen.” “I went in, and repaired everything. The final thing is I’ve put her in an induced coma to give her heart and lungs the time to rest. She’ll be on a vent, and we’ll evaluate in about a week.”

“Okay? You feeling up to seeing her?” I said in response to Natalie crying.

“I promise you I will do everything in my power to give her the best care, and I’ll be personally coming in every 20 minutes”

“Okay” Natalie said through her sniffles

“Okay let’s go see her”

**Natalie POV**

“She’s so tiny and vulnerable” I look at y/n

“With the vent and the central line it looks so bad” I say rubbing Y/N’s hand slowly

“Nat it’s okay her body needs this rest okay”

“Okay….. can I stay with her?”

“Yes Natalie, I’m going to get Maggie to get you some food and blankets and your backup clothes to use okay”

“Thank you Conner”

Conner smiles and walks out

“I love you baby so much. Y/n you have to fight for me okay?”

“I know you can hear me baby. Please fight Y/N I can’t be alone. I love you so much”

Note: there may be a part 2 to this. Maybe… just maybe I’ll hit you with a little more fluff and angst. Love ya!

[aristocratslog]

The Voice Actress from Anna J. Takayama on Vimeo.

Kingyo, a veteran voice actress working in Tokyo, possesses a unique ability to see the soul in all things, living and inanimate. The voice acting world is changing and she must find a way to reconcile her way of living with the modern industry.

東京で働くベテラン声優の金魚は、全てのものに魂を見出す少し変わった能力を持っている。変わりつつある声優業界で彼女は自らの生き方を考え直さなければならない。

Written, Directed and Edited by: Anna J. Takayama 作・演出・編集：高山杏奈 ------

"With its impeccable compositions and captivating lead performance, The Voice Actress offers a sensitive peek behind the scenes of an ever-changing industry. This patient study of imagination and aging achieves extraordinary depth thanks to Anna J. Takayama’s soulful direction, and we are delighted to support the career of such a remarkable talent." - SXSW Mailchimp Support the Shorts Award Jury

"A visually stunning and moving portrait of an aging actress competing against the younger generation, which also seamlessly deals with grief and sexism, while ultimately embracing the courage to be different and to honor one’s true self." - Palm Springs ShortFest, Best of the Festival Jury

"Bold and delightfully original. A playful, tender and universal story about remaining unapologetically yourself in a relentless world, from a director with a refreshingly unique cinematic language. From the pacing to the use of colour, from the framing to the lead performance, Anna J. Takayama's 'The Voice Actress' is a vibrant, feminist gem of a film." - Leeds International Short Film Competition Jury

CAST Urara Takano - Kingyo

Daisaku Hokura - Director Otome - Idol Ujisuke - Producer Itsuki - Sound Mixer Ryuji Takahashi - Screenwriter Michiko Nonaka - Assistant Michael Aaron Stone - Executive

Masayuki Ishibashi - Salaryman Kiri Halebale - Mother Taishi Nagamatsu - Father Gajumaru Nagamatsu - Son Noriko Hokura - Woman Yuki Iwaka - Friend Yuki Okuda - Friend Ariyo - Young Voice Actress Ayane Hayakawa - Young Voice actress Nonoka Mamiya - Young Voice actress Rui Egawa - Young Voice actress Taichi Shimizu - Young Voice Actor Taishi Hamamoto - Young Voice Actor Takuya Umeda - Young Voice Actor Yuto Ohashi - Young Voice Actor Aoi Maeda - High School Student Kaoru Togashi - College Student Mizuho Kanai - College Student Shunya Nitta - Salaryman Hararyo - Pachinko Player Kenichi Kawata - Boyfriend Mio Komura - Girlfriend Yukio Arai - College Student Asatte - Asatte the Goldfish

CREW Anna J. Takayama - Writer, Director, Editor Joe Skinner - Producer Conor Murphy - Director of Photography Kumi Nemoto - Co-Producer Jackson K. Segars - Co-Producer Natsuki Kato - Associate Producer, Graphics Design, SFX Artist Kyo Yaoya - Associate Producer, Graphics Design Sunnie Kim - Assistant Camera Andrew Yip - Production Sound Mixer Jun Endo - Graphics Design Kiri Halebale - Script Supervisor Julien Pinault - Production Assistant Chaka - Recording Studio Consultant Marcy Robinson - Colorist Lucas Greenwood Andrei - Workflow Supervisor Rachael Black - Online Editor Myahdellese Jones - D.I. Assist Rebecca Conner - D.I. Assist Megan Rumph - D.I. Producer Tiffany Gale - D.I. Production Coordinator Ariyan Hashemi - VFX Martin Anderson - VFX Ryan Billia - Sound Designer and Re-Recording Mixer

FESTIVALS & AWARDS SXSW Film Festival 2022 - "Special Jury Award Winner" The Martha's Vineyard Film Festival 2022 Lighthouse International Film Festival 2022 Short Shorts Film Festival & Asia 2022 - "Audience Award Winner, Japan Competition" Palm Springs ShortFest 2022 - "Jury Special Mention, Best of the Festival Award" DC Asian Pacific American Film Festival 2022 - "Jury Award Winner, Best Performance for Urara Takano" L.A. Shorts International Film Festival 2022 Asian American International Film Festival 2022 Flickers' Rhode Island International Film Festival 2022 HollyShorts Film Festival 2022 - "Best International Film Award Winner" Edinburgh International Film Festival 2022 Nevada City Film Festival 2022 - "Best Narrative Short Award Winner & Best Director Award Winner" Nara International Film Festival 2022 Woodstock Film Festival 2022 Nashville Film Festival 2022 Mill Valley Film Festival 2022 New Hampshire Film Festival 2022 Hamptons International Film Festival 2022 Raleigh Film & Art Festival 2022 Raindance Film Festival 2022 Urbanworld Film Festival 2022 New Orleans Film Festival 2022 San Diego Asian Film Festival 2022 Leeds International Film Festival 2022 - "International Short Film Competition Winner" Hawai‘i International Film Festival 2022 Izmir Short Film Festival 2022 New York Japan CineFest 2022 Fargo Film Festival 2023 - "Best Narrative Short Film Competition Winner"

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[procrastinatorimagines]

Elevator

Fandom: Chicago Med

Series: One Shot

Pairing/s: Connor Rhodes x Reader

Warning/s: None

Word Count: 1,010

Request: ooooo Connor Rhodes and Reader where they both are surgeons and get trapped in a elevator together and the others hope they admit their feelings for each other

The weather had been affecting power all across the city, but Med had seemed safe from the storm. That was, until all the power went out. With the back up generators that shouldn't have been a problem, and it wasn't, for everyone not currently riding an elevator.

"What do you mean you can't get power to us?" Connor asked over the telecom, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing in frustration.

One moment, you'd both been on your way to surgery, bickering as always about who would take lead, when all of a sudden you lurched to a stop and everything when dark.

You had emergency lighting, thankfully, but maintenance told you you weren't going anywhere. You were stuck until the power came back on, or fire and rescue turned up.

"Maybe a company will come get us out," Connor said, more hopefully to himself than you.

"Doubtful, with this blackout they'll be stretched thin as it is, we're not in imminent danger and the surgery can be done without us or postponed, we're stuck," you explained, leaning back against the elevator wall.

"We're stuck," Connor conceded.

What now?

-

"Twenthy bucks says the tension becomes unbearable, they finally admit their feelings for each other," Will laughed, leaning over the nurses station to where Maggie was taking bets.

"Oh I'll take some of that action," Dorris agreed, laughing as she slid Maggie her bet.

"Connor and Y/N? Give them some credit, they spend so much time in surgery together anyway, you think time together in an elevator will open their eyes?" Ethan asked, his duties running the ED forgotten for the moment as they all talked, waiting for the next wave of blackout related emergencies to arrive.

Doctor Charles walked over, took in what was going on, and the others waited to be scolded for their attitude to the situation. Instead, he slid a twenty of his own across the desk without a word to Maggie, nodded and walked away.

"Go Doctor Charles," she laughed, counting up the money, this was going to be interesting.

-

"Well, I guess neither of us are leading the surgery now," you say, trying to start some kind of conversation. If you were going to be trapped in here, you may as well talk.

Connor laughed dryly, shaking his head, "guess not."

The two of you had always been competitive, ever since med school, so when Connor had come to Med mere months after you, it sparked that old school rivalry.

"Who do you think they'll bring in instead?" He asked after a moments silence, looking your way.

"Definitely not someone as good as either of us," you replied, rubbing your stiff neck. You were both now sat on the cold floor, desperate to move around in more than the confines of the damn box.

"Was that, sort of a complement?" Connor blinked, both laughing.

"Maybe a little," you admitted, "don't get used to it."

"Yeah well, you're right, we are the best surgeons in this hospital," he said.

So you'd finally found something you agreed on, always competing to see who was better than each other when you both could have just settled on the fact that you were better than everyone else.

"Honestly," Connor started, clearing his throat a little and shuffling where he sat, "I always admired, envied even, your dedication and ability in school, and at Med. I guess my jealously made for some unpleasant tension. For that, I'm sorry."

Now it was your turn to be surprised, mutliple complements and an apology in one conversation?

"I just made this awkward didn't I?" Connor asked, embarrassed.

"No no I... Admired and envied huh?" You thought about what he said, "well, if we're being honest, I was always a little intimidated by you in the operating room, everyone turns to you first when something needs to be done. I guess it kind of made me resent you a bit, you aren't entirely to blame for our icy relationship."

"Huh, guess we both had different ideas of each other," he seemed to mull it over in his head. "Do I really come across as intimidating?"

"Sometimes yeah, I guess I thought you were out to one up me because you thought you could do a better job," you told him.

"Oh no, I was always just trying to keep up with you," he replied.

This was not a development either of you saw coming, and you had to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. All this time you'd been at each other's throats had been because, what? You both thought the other was a brilliant surgeon? You were both secretly jealous of each other? Unbelievable.

"If we're carrying on the honesty train," Connor spoke up after a moments contemplative silence, "I always thought about asking you out for a drink back in med school, but then we started competing... and I figured you didn't like me all that much."

"Oh..." You were at a loss for words.

"Crazy right?" Connor back tracked a little, playing it off, worried he'd crossed a line.

"No, no, I just, well, I would have said yes if you'd ask," you shrugged.

Connor met your eyes, an unspoken understanding flashed between the two of you.

He was able to say something else when the lights flickered on full and the familiar hum of machinery could be heard starting up again.

"Looks like we're moving," you both stood up as the elevator jerked into action, taking you up to the next floor.

When the doors were open you both stepped out, glad to be breathing fresher air.

"Looks like you two missed all the fun," Lanick said, seeing you both has he rounded the corner.

"Surgery?" Connor asked.

"Postponed until tomorrow," came the answer, "you should both head home, you were working ragged before you got stuck, and we're sorted for downstairs."

"Thanks," you nodded as he wandered away.

"Tomorrow?" Connor turned to you, "guess there's time for that drink now."

"Guess there is," you smiled.

[starksvixen]

Best Shot - Prologue

Summary: After Jay Halstead left the Rangers and joined Chicago PD, he met you, the famed (Y/N). You’re the only one who has a better shot then Halstead, something that sparked a small competition. Competition lead to post work hangouts and eventually, being assigned as partners by Voight soon after for your work ethic. Your friendship evolved into roommates and hockey buddies. The so called best friend you had found in the Halstead quickly changed, just in time to watch him sweep Erin Lindsay off her feet. Heartbroken, you buried your feelings deep inside you. 

Now with Erin out of the picture,and your healing best friend in close quarters, can your best shot make it to a happily ever after?

Warnings: Mild to severe blood and gore, language, some suggestive scenes but no smut

Pairings: Jay Halstead x fem!Reader, small Connor Rhodes x fem!Reader

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 (finale)

-~-

“Oh come on! I can shoot better then that!, Halstead!”

“Prove it then, (Y/L/N)! Close your eyes and only shoot when I tell you too.” 

With a smirk on your face, you reload your gun and aim it at the ground. As you look at your best friend, a mischevious grin is pointed towards you, only feeding the flame. You stick your tongue out before looking at the new target being loaded, feeling your eyes flutter close. 

Breathe in.

Your finger slowly slips into it’s place in front of the trigger, adding just the tiniest amount fo pressure. 

“Now!” 

Opening your eyes and lifting your arms at the same time, you exhale, aim, and fire. As you lower your gun, you’re met with the results you had expected. A direct hit to the head of the target. Turning to Jay, you grin and lay the gun down.

“Better luck next time,” you say, mimicking his michevious grin he once had. 

Before he can fire back, both of your phones go off at the same time. Pulling yours out, you find that Voight had assigned you to a case that was taking place at Med. 

“Duty calls,” Jay says to you. 

[iamwhoami]

He’s My Brother (Chicago Med)

Chicago Med

   Y/N Rhodes, sister of Conner Rhodes and the girlfriend of Will Halstead, decides to confront Ava Bekker on everything she’s done to her brother which doesn’t go so well.

Warnings: Near death experience, Ava Bekker bashing

Requested = Yes

   Okay, so I really love Ava Bekker, or I love Norma Kuhling so much that it influences my perception of Ava...I don’t really know, but whatever it is, I actually had a really hard time writing this and it ended up being pretty bad...

“Hey how was your shift?” You asked Will as he was leaving. You were just going to start yours and had bumped into your boyfriend while you were walking towards the hospital.

“Not bad,” Will replied and gave you a quick peck on the lips. “It would have been better if you were there.”

   You smiled, “Don’t worry, I’ll see you tonight.”

“It’s a deal then,” Will gave you another quick kiss before walking off towards his car.

   You walked into the ER, immediately greeted by Maggie who had a patient already lined up for you.

“Treatment 2 sounds like a sprained wrist,” She said and handed you the tablet without even saying good-morning. “Fell off a bike or something.”

“Nice to see you too, Maggie,” You joked as you took the tablet from her hand.

   Maggie raised an eyebrow, “We can chat later. Right now, the ER is overflowing with people who need to be looked at.”

“Alrighty then,” You said and headed towards Treatment 2.

~~~

“Hey,” You said as you flopped down on the couch next to your brother in the doctor’s lounge. It had been patient after patient all day so far and you hadn’t been able to catch a break since now.

“Hey yourself,” Connor sighed and tiredly rubbed his eyes.

   You looked over at him, slightly concerned, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, just has been a long day,” Connor replied but you knew your brother too well to accept that as his answer.

“Yeah, that’s complete crap,” You snorted, “Now, cut the crap and tell me what’s really up.”

   Connor glanced at you with an amused look, “I really can’t get anything past you, can I?”

“Nope,” You shook your head, “So, what’s wrong?”

“Apparently Ava slept with Dad,” Connor blurted out before groaning and running a hand through his hair.

   You’re eyes bulged out of your eye-socket, “WHAT?!”

“Are you really going to make me say that again?” Connor looked over at you with an exasperated expression.

   You shook your head, still in shock, “No...no.”

   Next to you, Connor sighed but then after that, there was only silence between the two of you.

“Did she really-” 

   Connor cut you off, “I don’t know.”

   Even though neither you or Connor had a very good relationship with your father, that didn’t make the act of Ava sleeping with him any more acceptable.

   You two sat in silence a little longer before Connor’s pager went off, signalling that they needed him somewhere.

“I have to go,” Connor told you, even though you already knew what the pager meant.

   You nodded, “I’ll see you later.”

   Connor got up and left the doctor’s lounge. Surprisingly, your pager didn’t go off which was rather odd considering how busy your day had started. 

   Deciding to take advantage of this moment, you got up and headed up to the surgical floor where you had a feeling was where you could find a specific person.

   Your feeling was right, and you found Ava Bekker in one of the storage rooms where surgical materials ranging from scalpels to gauze were kept.

“What the hell!” You exploded as you shut the door behind you. 

   Ava turned around and looked at you with a rather blank expression.

“Pardon?”

“I don’t absolutely love my dad but you can’t go sleeping with him!” You said

   Ava narrowed her eyes and started approaching you. Determined not to show any kind of weakness, you stood your ground and folded your arms across your chest. 

“Who told you? Connor?” She tilted her head slightly and you snorted.

“Who else?”

   Ava nodded, “And who told Connor?”

   You didn’t reply because you didn’t know who told your brother that Ava slept with your dad.

“Your father was the one spreading the word around that I slept with him,” Ava told you, “If anything, I think you should be talking to him about what his conversation topics are.”

   You opened your mouth but when no words came out, you closed it again.

“Connor deserves better than what you’re giving him,” You blurted out. 

It was true though.

   Throughout your childhood, it was always Connor that was there. Not your father. Not even Claire. 

Connor.

   It was Connor that taught you how to ride a bike. Who taught you how to tie your shoes. It was Connor that you went to when you were having trouble with homework. It was Connor that you went to when you were having trouble at school.

“What goes on between us doesn’t involve you,” Ava spat back at you, clearly starting to get angry.

“He’s my brother,” You shot back, “So yes, it does involve me.”

   Suddenly, you found yourself backed against the wall, the door just to the right of you. However, Ava had somehow gotten her hands on a scalpel and that scalpel was now dangerously close to your neck.

“You stay out of the way and mind your own business,” Ava growled, “Got it?”

   You remained silent, not quite comprehending what was happening.

“Got it?”

   The scalpel inched closer and you could now feel the cold blade against your skin.

“He’s my brother,” You whispered before quickly opening the door and ducking out of the room, stumbling into the bright safety of the hallway.

   You didn’t look back once as you made your way back to the ER. 

“There you are Y/N!” Maggie waved you over, “Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you!”

“It’s a long story that I don’t quite know,” You replied numbly, still in some sort of a daze.

   Maggie nodded, not really paying attention, her focus mainly on the tablet and the long list of patients that still needed to be seen.

“There’s a girl in Treatment 1 with a nasty cold and a man in Treatment 4 with a suspected broken leg,” Maggie handed you a tablet and you were whisked back into the busy ER.

~~~

“Hey, how was your shift?” Will asked as you walked into your shared apartment.

   The more you thought, the more you wondered if Ava was actually prepared to kill you earlier. You weren’t able to catch Connor again since the incident and was so exhausted you decided just to go home.

   You flopped down on the couch next to Will and furrowed your eyebrows, still trying to comprehend today’s activities.

“I think someone tried to kill me today,” You said, rather casually actually.

   Will chuckled, thinking you were just joking around but when he saw that you weren’t laughing, or smiling even, his eyes went wide.

“What? Who?” He asked, his voice laced with concern.

   You swallowed hard, “Dr. Bekker.”

“What happened?” Will asked and scooched closer towards you before wrapping a strong arm around your shoulders.

“Connor told me she slept with my dad and so I went to confront her about it,” You explained shakily, “And then she told me to stay out of her and Connor’s business and...”

   Will didn’t push you to go on. Instead, he waited for you to talk on your own accord.

“And she held a scalpel to my neck,” You breathed out after a moment.

   You had held it together the entire day, your mind was too busy to really think about it but now...it had plenty of time. You let out a small whimper and Will pulled you closer towards his warm body.

“You’re okay now,” He whispered before planting a kiss on your forehead. “You’re safe.”

   You nodded and let him hold you.

“We should probably get the police involved,” Will told you.

“NO!” You exclaimed, your voice no longer shaky, “Absolutely not.”

   Will looked at you, confused, “She tried to kill you!”

   You shook your head, adamant about your decision, “No, I’ll tell Mrs. Goodwin tomorrow morning. I just want to go to bed and snuggle with you for the rest of tonight.”

   Will nodded, “Then that’s what we’ll do.”

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Moonlight Flit

Fandom: Chicago Med

Characters: Connor Rhodes x Reader

Genre: pre-romance, smut, friendship

Warnings: swearing, smut

Word Count: 3205

Requested By imagine-all-the-fandoms: My god ❤️❤️ thank you so so much for writing my request. I love it sooo much !

But now you're having me sending in another idea hehe. Another Conner one maybe where he and the reader meet at the Hawaii Bar and end up having a one night stand, but she leaves before he wakes up. Connor regrets that he doesn't even have her number, but later at the Med it turns out she's his new assistant and they are more than happy about it 😊 maybe some smut

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Making the move from Lakeshore to Med and becoming a Cardiothoracic Assistant was something you had been working on for a few years now. Director of Patient Services, Ms Goodwin, and the head surgeon of the Cardiothoracic Department, Dr Latham, were both renowned figures in Chicago’s medical community, it had been a pleasure to meet them. What you hadn’t yet found out was who would be your surgeon, the one you would follow and assist during your probationary period.

So until tomorrow’s big reveal on your first day at Chicago Med, you sat drinking at the Hawaiian bar that ran alongside the Chicago River. They were supposed to be celebratory drinks with your best friend but, flaky as she was, she had cancelled - leaving you to pat yourself on the back. 

Thankfully, the bar’s owner, Keoni, had honoured you with a specially made Lei to celebrate, seeing to it that your mood remained both lifted and intact - you were enjoying the cheerful atmosphere the bar had always created.

You were tucking into a sweet tangy slice of grilled pineapple when Keoni actually returned unexpectedly to your table, empty-handed. You smiled, “Everything alright, Keoni?” 

“It’s a beautiful night, my dear friends are here, everything is wonderful.” He threw his hands up into the air, gesturing to the bright colourful lights that ran across the overhead wooden beams of his seating area.

You laughed, teasing, “Friends? Plural? I thought I was special.” 

The man grinned and nodded in the direction of a dark-haired man across the way from you, the stranger lifted his glass with a smile and a nod. 

“I told him you got a new job, and he was very pleased for you. He wanted me to ask if you’d like to join him?” 

You raise an eyebrow at the bar owner, “Keoni, really? I don’t know this dude, even if he is extremely good-looking."

Keoni pats your hand with a small chuckle, “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to, but he’s one of the good ones, Y/N. Like you, and he's a doctor at Med too…” 

A doctor at Med? You hum in thought, maybe it would be good to make friends with a fellow doctor this side of the city, and you had trusted Keoni on numerous life choices, he always had a way with words and a way of seeing things.

Given that your best friend had ditched you, you didn’t feel much like turning down your second chance at having company in one night, so you shrugged with a sigh. Shaking your head at Keoni’s infectious and satisfied smile as you followed him to the stranger’s table with your bag, your dish of pineapple and your half-drunken cocktail. 

The closer you get the quicker your heart begins to beat, this guy was even better looking in close-up HD. Intense blue eyes, a thick head of styled hair, and a wonderfully curated beard to top it all off. He was in a pale blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, unbuttoned at the top enough to see chest hair peeking through. It seemed as though he had come directly from work, though perhaps today wasn’t a hands-on day given his attire. 

He stands to greet you offering a hand to shake, you laugh awkwardly, grasping his hand and shaking firmly. The warmth of his hand sends goosebumps to your neck. You offer a genuinely excited smile, your gratitude for Keon's introduction ticking up by the second.

He speaks first and his voice is smooth and reassuring, you could already tell he had an impeccable bedside manner. “Hi, nice to meet you, I’m Connor. I couldn’t help but notice you were alone, and Keoni said you were celebrating without company, which hardly seemed fair.”

You place your cocktail and the last of your pineapple on his table, sliding onto the stool opposite his, immediately taken in by his general aura. Your gut was usually pretty good with these things, and it was yet to throw up any pauses for a second thought. 

“Well, it’s kind of you to invite me over, Connor, I'm Y/N. My best friend cancelled on me, and I didn’t want the night to go to waste.” You raise your glass to him and he instantly reciprocates, your stomach flip-flops as he winks whilst you say ‘cheers’ together.

He sips at his drink, leaning in to listen to you intently, “I’m very glad that you didn’t let it go to waste, Y/N, and I’m glad I could hopefully be some kind of company for you.”

You rest your chin in your hand, just taking him in for a moment, the alcohol warms pleasantly through your chest and into your stomach. “So far so good, I can tell you that much.” 

[The Next Morning]

You sat on one of the stone benches outside the front of Chicago Med, sipping on a latte as you attempted to find some sort of awakedness before you met with the surgeon you’d soon be shadowing. 

Flashes of the last night’s activities flitted across your mind, the “so far so good” had resulted in something somewhat wild and thoroughly enjoyable. The company you found with your new friend, Connor, had gone from harmless fun to intense lust in an evening, leaving you to sneak out of his apartment at 5am, with only a thank you note as a sign of your departure.

You were sober, but you were a little sore from the muscular workout he had given you, stretching out your back and your neck, feeling the last drops of caffeine roll down your throat. You inhale deeply and exhale the same, if you didn’t know any better you’d say that your body was still tingling from the experience.

There was the distinct hope that you might run into him again, perhaps you could ask around once you got settled, regretting that you hadn’t attached your phone number to the note on his bedside table.

[Flashback to the night before]

You glanced at the time on your phone, the number 00:00 stared back. You wanted to make sure you got home within good time, your start wasn’t horrendously early tomorrow but you also didn’t want to run the risk of oversleeping. 

With a much heavier heart than you thought you’d have, you touch Connor’s arm to get his attention, “Connor I-”

He grimaces with a sympathetic smile, “You gotta head home, huh?” He says disappointedly. 

“Yeah, I don’t wanna be late on my first day. I’m not starting until 11, but I just don’t want to tempt fate by staying out too much longer.” 

He has his hands on your waist, still swaying to the slow music that winds the bar’s patrons down for the night. 

His face turns into a ponderous expression, with a hint of mischief, “How about we head back to my place for a nightcap, and then we’ll make sure you get home, no risk of oversleeping involved.” 

You groan, you can already feel it's a battle lost. You know he’d take you directly home if you asked for it, but the thing was you didn’t want to do that. You very much did want to share just a little bit longer with him, especially in the cosiness of a private space.

You wag a finger at him, pretending to be stern, “You are already trouble, and I am helpless… okay, I would love a nightcap. Are you sure that’s alright?” You bite your lip, giving fate one last chance to change your night for you.

He wants to laugh at your admission, he was feeling pretty much the same, already wanting to do this again soon. “It’s absolutely fine, I was going to leave my car here, we can take a cab.” He smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you both walk back to the table to get your things.

You’re about to fish out your purse when he stops your hand gently, “‘I’ll settle up the tab for both of us.” 

“What? No, Connor, you don’t have to do that-”

“I know, but I want to and this is your special night, nobody should have to pay for their own celebration drinks.” 

[Presently] 

Standing up you reattach your bag to your shoulder, slotting the empty cup into the recycling bin as you head towards the doors, checking in with security to make sure you had the relevant staff access in place. 

Following signs to the cardiothoracic department led you to the department’s lobby area. You immediately spotted Dr Latham who smiled at your approach. You were, however, too busy feeling the lightning bolt of adrenaline that shot through you as you recognised the back view of who Dr Latham was talking to. 

No way.

He was in black scrubs today, but it most certainly couldn't be anybody else but him. In all the talking you did do last night, neither of you managed to actually reveal your job titles. You had briefly touched on work between ordering more drinks, but then there had been the sudden and wondrous sight of fireworks along the river that had distracted you. The rest of the evening had left no room for occupational discussion.

[Flashback]

Entering his space was exciting, especially with the twinkling city lights illuminating the otherwise dark lounge. Connor turned on a few lamps, keeping the mood cosy and intimate, manoeuvring himself around the couch to come and grasp you once again. His hands travelled to your hips, gently squeezing, 

“Bedroom?” He queries, seeking confirmation that you were sure about this. 

You nod, dropping your bag by the side of the couch, leaning into him to get him moving, “Bedroom.”

A nightcap was no longer on either of your minds.

His blue eyes are intense with a wanting look on his face, smugness blooms and it makes your whole body ache, enjoying the slight edge of control he had over you. He leans in to taste you, lips brushing as a promise of what was to come, teasing his tongue with yours. You moan into his mouth, pushing a hand into his soft hair, nipping kisses turn into hungrier ones that start to take you into the bedroom, glued as you both shuffle in the direction Connor leads you.

Connor pushes you gently into the room, walking you back toward his bed as he sits you down, kneeling in front of you as he undoes the straps of your heels and slips them off. Hands wandering up from your ankles to your thighs, chased by his lips worshipping your skin, reflexively making you part your legs a little. His eyebrows arch inquisitively, humming in amusement. “Impatient, huh?”

“A little.” You remark, exhaling all the built-up anticipation leaning on your arms as you watch him, he stands back to full height, toeing off his own shoes. 

“Scoot.” He commands, and you obey, shuffling back on his bed so he can climb over you, hovering above you as he leans in to kiss you again, this time allowing you to wrap yourself around his hips, heels against his backside. 

[Presently] 

“Dr Y/L/N?” Dr Latham tilts his head in curiosity, watching your slightly blank, stunned, face. You finally catch up to reality and break into a polite smile.

“Dr Latham, lovely to see you again.”

Dr Latham simply offers a polite smile in return, a nod as he gestures to the man next to him, the man now facing you. “Y/N, this is Dr Connor Rhodes, he’ll be the surgeon you shadow for the probationary period.”

Connor shows no outward recognition or surprise that would be visible to Dr Latham, but his lips upturn the faintest of smirks, and his eyes are full of a glint that says so much in the fraction of a second it takes for him to offer his hand to shake. You smile again as you take Connor’s hand, feeling the heat spread from your toes to your stomach. Ah yes, these were the same fingers that had been between your thighs… and everywhere else, the night before. 

You clear your throat, attempting to keep your confidence the same way Connor had. 

“Nice to meet you, Dr Rhodes, I look forward to working with you.” 

“As do I, Dr Y/L/N. I’m sure we’ll make a great team.” 

[Flashback] 

Skin on skin, rocking your hips up into his semi-hardness, relishing the sensation with desperate moans as he starts grinding and rolling into you with need. 

Heart thundering loudly in your ears as you hold onto this beautiful stranger, surrounded by his heat, his scent, his voice speaking softly and lowly, encouraging you to take what you wanted.

He reaches down between your thighs to slip curious fingers into your panties, feeling with delight how turned on you were for him. "You're so fucking hot, Y/N," Connor remarks, slipping a finger between your folds to massage every which way, keeping the pressure as you reach for his cock through his boxers, palming him roughly.

It only spurs him on to roughly rid you of your panties, he brushes his nose against your neck, nuzzling as he inhales your scent, fingers now spread you apart as he lets two fingers coax inside your cunt, instantly pushing against your clit with his palm.

"More." You murmur, gasping with every slow teasing push and thrust of fingers that curl inside you, getting yourself off on his hand as you tug him free of his underwear. Appreciating the girth and adequate length of his cock, you couldn’t wait to feel him fill you right up.

His fingers hooking inside you, thrusting hard and then deliberately slow, working you up to begging for more,

"Yes, that’s it, princess, I love the way you squeeze around me, wanna squeeze around my cock?"

"Yes, Connor, yes. Please, more." Your legs fall further apart for him, he disappointingly removes his fingers, holding himself up and leaning across to the bedside table, fumbling around for lube and a condom. Your lips are swollen, parted in sheer lust, panting softly as pleasure still hums in your veins, waiting patiently for Connor to return his attention to you. You admire the sight of him, the way his stomach tenses as he leans, the muss of his hair where you’ve been running your hands through it, the marks you’ve left with your teeth and lips.

His fingers grasp around the small bottle, and a small packet. He hands you the packet as he flicks the cap open, making eye contact with you again. You squirm under his gaze, nodding in encouragement. He winks, running a hand over your stomach and up to your chest, fingers caressing and teasing, watching in satisfaction as your nipples harden. You reach out again, tugging him closer as you stroke his cock for him, slowly rolling the condom on. He holds the tube and squeezes, drizzling lube all over your cunt and his now covered length. 

Connor leans in, pressing a slow, admiring, kiss to your lips, 

“Ready?” He asks, kissing along your jaw. You hum, letting out a breathless, “Yes, fuck me.” Hearing the rumble of his laughter and feeling it against your body makes you shiver, his entire existence was enrapturing.

You gasp as he begins to push into you, slow sweet pressure that fills you inch by inch, giving you as much time as you need. You clutch his shoulders, hips arching as you take more of him in - the sensation of being filled by this handsome, charming, stranger was exhilarating.  

“Shit, yes. Connor…” You’re muttering his name, lost to his rhythm, running your hands all over him, clinging on as he fucks you into the mattress. He nips at your neck, adoring the whines and mewls of pleasure he pulls from you, hitting the spot you wanted over and over. 

You kept one hand on Connor’s shoulder, the other low on his back, almost pushing his ass to keep him close inside you. You press your knees to his side, “Let me ride.” you ask with flushed cheeks, wanting to ride him into release.

Your orgasm comes to a simmer, loving how quickly Connor obeys the request, laying atop him as he meets your bouncing rhythm, supporting yourself on his chest as he encourages you by the hips, letting one of his beautiful hands wander to find your clit, teasing firmly with each thrust. You feel the building energy pulsing through your cunt and into your clit, travelling up your spine. 

It was a symphony of your and his breaths, moans and praises that got more erratic, it’s the pinching roll of your clit between his fingers that had your thighs shake. Hungered kisses that swallow your borderline screams of pleasure, pulsing wildly around his cock, waiting to watch his handsome face when he cums.

“Yes, yes… fuck yes…” His lips fall open in a silent moan, you grasp his jaw and bring him in for another kiss, tasting the alcohol on his lips over and over. Stunned, he sees stars, rutting with each release. He’s gripping onto your waist, trailing back up to stroke across your breasts, watching with wide, blown, eyes.

You’re both panting, hair dishevelled, giving each other a moment until you climb off and come to rest by his side, using his chest as a pillow.

[Presently] 

Zoning back into the general chit-chat being exchanged, you come back to hear Dr Latham announcing his departure. “I have a few things to attend to, but I will come back later to see how everything is going.” You and Connor bid him farewell, and then you were alone.

You feel nervous now, but Connor remains calm and cool. “Shall we?” He prompts with a smile, gesturing towards the surgeon’s locker room, where you could put away your things and change into scrubs. 

“Absolutely.” You nod, enthusiasm still very much within you, after all this was still the dream job you wanted, and now it had only got that much more intriguing. You swallow hard, unsure of what to say or whether this had somehow messed up your chances at Med.

Connor must hear your loud thinking, clearing his throat as he speaks, “Just so we’re clear…I really enjoyed last night, and I was sad to find no phone number for you this morning. What a surprise to find out my new partner was someone I get along so well with… Nothing has to come of this, but I just want you to know, I’d really like it if it did…” 

You turn to him slightly, face covered in surprise as you hear his words. A pleasant fizz tingles in your stomach.

“I think I’d be pretty damn happy to give you my phone number…. And I enjoyed last night too. A lot.” 

Connor lets out a small laugh, one of relief and happiness you realise. "That's settled then."

It would take you the entire day to have a conversation with Connor without thinking of the night previous, but it would be difficult to not seek out a repeat as soon as possible.

One-night stands were overrated.

-

Fin.

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Reaction to RWBY Crew Commentary V8

Alright, finally can get around to this. Got my copy of V8 today so let’s get started.

Kerry. Kiersi.

So, originally some more of the Cinder stuff was gonna be in this episode. Interesting.

I honestly like the big conversation in episode one. Really sets things up for what’s to come and the cutaways are good.

Show and Tell.

God I love this intro.

Kerry. Miles. Paula.

Yang finally gets her hover bike. Long time coming apparently.

Poor Shovel Mom.

I love the headcanon of Weiss as a kid being fascinated by the tubes.

Kerry. Kiersi. Dustin.

Poor Bill.

Striking that perfect balance again.

“Yeah, we’re monsters.” “I was gonna say things worked out, but they didn’t work out.”

Kerry. Eddy. Conner.

First chapter in animation.

This chase is so dope.

Whitley being fronting.

So definitely shadow versions of their kids then.

Kerry. Miles. Paula.

Hard to fit Pietro and Maria in and make them feel important.

Maria just needed to stall.

Oh a little shock collar foreshadowing.

“She got to choose.”

Kerry. Miles. Kiersi.

Cinder backstory was supposed to be in V5 but it just kept getting pushed back.

Almost feel bad for Cinder but not sympathize with her too much. Understand but not forgive.

Rhodes and a broken system share some blame for all this.

Sometimes you just change and become better at being the worst.

Kerry. Kiersi. Miles. Conner.

Conductor Salem.

Kdin is great.

“I outrank you.”

Penny has been fighting her programming and trying to get to the manor.

Kerry. Miles. Dustin.

Justified criticism of Blake and Ruby not getting enough screen time together.

Cenitaur was supposed to show up in V7.

Kerry. Eddy. Paula.

Jinn knew Neo was there.

Ambiguous alarm.

Emerald really pissed Salem off.

Yang’s defiance.

Burn the Witch!!!!

Kerry. Miles. Kiersi. Conner.

Watts giving Cinder a vicious vibe check.

The balance of how people treat Emerald.

God that scene in Ironwood’s office is so good and so tense.

Kerry. Kiersi. Miles. Eddy. Paula.

“Nice mansion by the way.”

Replacement bird sister.

Ugh, the sister talk!

“Weird. He’s talking about that fairytale again. Huh.”

Kerry. Eddy. Dustin.

Yeah, I’d imagine this episode was a doozy.

Merlin Daddy.

Kerry. Miles. Kiersi. Eddy.

So it was Watts that freed James.

The order of who falls.

Core Support Pillar Yang.

Lot of full circles.

The two people that want to fight each other the least.

Kerry. Miles. Kiersi. Eddy.

Qrow and Clover’s semblance is about perspective.

“Are we the baddies? I’m the baddie…”

“Ultimately, all season long Penny has been talking about what she’s willing to do for her friends.”

They don’t even acknowledge him.

Oh geez. How would you get to this point in three seasons?

Thanks Crwby. You guys made an amazing volume in less than ideal circumstances. So thank you. Can’t wait to see what you guys have in store for us in Volume 9.

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A/N: Sorry to my lovely followers for not posting alot lately, my work has been working me six days straight! :( i try, i have been writing the stories on my prompt list and then saving them into my drafts so when i have time i can go back in and rewrite them or finish them to post! <3 but i love you guys! and thank you, thank you for being patient with me! I feel like im letting you guys down tho! :(..but hopefully you’ll keep enjoying this blog :D Love you guys!

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List of Characters

Here are all the characters for the asks and imagines.

States:

(Male) Alabama: James

(Female)Alaska: Sitka

(Male)Arizona: Ramón

(Male) Arkansas: Xavier

California: Norcal - Cesar, Socal - Marisol

(Male)Colorado: Vale

(Male)Connecticut: Nathaniel

(Male)Delaware: Devon

(Male)Florida: Dante

(Female)Georgia: Jordan

(Female)Hawaii: Mahina

(Male)Idaho: Conner

(Male)Illinois: Bernard

(Male)Indiana: Bryce

(Female)Iowa: Nora

(Female)Kansas: Vivienne

(Female)Kentucky: Jewell

(Female)Louisiana: Monique

(Female)Maine: Ava

(Male)Maryland: Sebastian

(Male)Massachusetts: Benjamin

(Female)Michigan: Cheryl

(Male)Minnesota: Maxwell

(Male)Mississippi: Sawyer

(Male)Missouri: Darius

(Male)Montana: Beau

(Male)Nebraska: Knox

(Male)Nevada: Dominic

(Male)New Hampshire: Jackson

(Female)New Jersey: Tara

(Female)New Mexico: Elena

(Male)New York: Nicholas

(Female)North Carolina: Gwendolyn 'Gwen'

(Male)North Dakota: Garrett

(Male)Ohio: Caol

(Male)Oklahoma: Easton

(Male)Oregon: Gabriel

(Female)Pennsylvania: Beth

(Male)Rhode Island: Henry

(Female)South Carolina: Vernell

(Male)South Dakota: Gavin

(Male)Tennessee: Caleb

(Male)Texas: Dustin

(Female)Utah: Rosangela 'Rosa'

(Male)Vermont: Cédric

(Female)Virginia: Grace

(Female)Washington: Brooke

(Male)West Virginia: Evan

(Female)Wisconsin: Dawn

(Female)Wyoming: Harper

Other:

(Male) D.C.: Travis

(Female) Providence: Charlotte

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Mobile Masterlist.

Here is a link to the Masterlist that might work, if not, below the read more line is all of the works on this blog so far.

Fanfiction Account Here.

Dria’s Masterlist.

Blurb List HERE.

Writing Prompt List HERE.

Fanfictions:

My Father’s Daughters: (Excerpt from the story) (Prologue) (Chapter One)

TV Show Imagines:

Blindspot -

Hit On Me. (Jane/Keller) or the one where Jane gets hit on and Kurt wished he shot the guy.

Chicago Fire -

Always You. (Severide/You) or the one where you’re marrying the wrong guy and screw your own wedding.

Perfection. (Severide/Implied Female You) or the one where you and Severide have a baby that can only be named one thing.

Here For You. (Severide) or the one where the Halstead surgeons are supposed to be the best but she failed and no one can love her like her husband can.

Marry You. (Severide) or the one where there is truly only one way Kelly can propose to his surgeon.

Say It. (Severide) or the one where her brother, Will ‘I can’t get a girl’ Halstead, actually gives good advice on how to talk to her husband.

Chicago Med -

| Please (Don’t) Let Me Go. (Conner Rhodes) or the one where you want a divorce but not for what he thinks.

First. (Connor Rhodes) or the one where first date kisses aren’t always misses.

Days Off. (Connor Rhodes) or the one where you both have the day off and whose more excited; you guys or the kids?

Chicago P.D.-

The Truth About Love is an ongoing series where Jay Halstead and Erin Lindsay learn that there’s more to love then the words I love you.

The Truth About Love. (Linstead) or the one where Erin has had a bad day and she learns the meaning of home in his arms.

The Truth About Love. Part 2. (Linstead) or the one where Jay needs his Erin to be okay.

The Truth About Love. Part 3. (Linstead) or the one where Jay realizes that every colour he knows is because of the woman he wants to marry.

Play Pretend. (Antonio Dawson) or the one where her stalker is also his target and why not use the cop in the bar as your fake date.

Game Of Thrones-

My Darling. (Robb Stark) or the one where you’re a Targaryen and Robb loves you.

Shadowhunters- Alec’s imagines will always be male reader or gender neutral unless otherwise requested.

You’re Hurt. (Preference) or the one where you’re hurt and the boys react.

The Flash-

Don’t Do That. (Barry Allen) or the one where you don’t do that! You don’t make me think that you’re hurt!

Don’t Cry My Tears. (Barry Allen) or the one where when your soulmate cries, you do too and yours didn’t cry for a while and now they do at the most inopportune moments basically.

Conversations. (Barry Allen) or the one where I (as in me, the writer) wrote an entire thing of just dialogue to show how dumbly adorable Barry Allen can get.

Femme. (Bailey Allen) or the one where Barry is actually Bailey and the reader is male and in love with her.

Shawn Mendes Song Series. (Can be read without knowing the songs)

Ruin. (Hunter Zolomon/Female Reader) or the one where I am doing a song au and this is based off of Ruin by Shawn Mendes and Hunter is crazy but she might be too.

Mercy. (Caitlin Snow/Any Gender Reader) or the one where neither of you can admit your feelings til Caitlin thinks she’s going to lose you.

Treat You Better. (Cisco Ramon/Female Reader) or the one where Cisco is tired of seeing you get your heartbroken when he knows you deserve better, even if it’s not him.

Three Empty Words. (Julian Dorn/Any Gender Reader) or the one where you and Julian’s marriage is falling apart and it’s all Barry’s fault.

Don’t Be A Fool. (Harry Wells/Female Reader) or the one where Harry broke your heart to save it.

Like This. (Barry Allen/Female Reader) or the one where you’re technically a villain but the only one Barry will listen to.

No Promises. (Wally West/Female Reader) or the one where Wally was your summer fling and sometimes summer flings turn into beautiful things.

Lights On. (Barry Allen/Plus-Sized Reader (she)) or the one where Barry Allen is his cute, loving self and the reader wants him to understand that she’s ‘not like other girls’. She’s not good enough for him. And he wants to know who hurt her.

| Honest. (Joe West/Implied Female Reader) or the one where the metahuman shares his face but not his heart.

Patience. (Hartley Rathoway/Gender Neutral Reader) or the one where all you want is an apology but instead find a lover where you thought you’d find a friend.

Bad Reputation. (Jesse Quick/Male Reader) or the one where Jessie quick is a hero and is a little tired of people calling her a bad sidekick.

Understand. (Iris West)

Once Upon A Time-

Nightmarish Memories. (Henry Mills) or the one where you are in Neverland when pan brings Henry and someone has to get him out- oh, how about the person that he helped with night horrors?

I Will Always Find You. (with Henry Mills) or the one where you are magical and Henry’s the only one who knows and of course, you had visions at a really intimate gathering with friends and now are laying on the floor unconscious.

The Originals-

Prisoner Of Love. (Klaus Mikaelson) or the one where your house feels more like your prison and your husband doesn’t understand.

Protect Her. (Klaus Mikaelson) or the one where Lucien’s crazy about you and Klaus is crazy about you and they are two very different things.

My Love. (Kol Mikaelson) or the one where My Love calls Kol and it definitely isn’t you.

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Best Shot - Part 1

Warnings: Some angst, mentions of death, little bit of fluff, some gore but not too detailed, mentions of sex trafficking, poor description of medical terms.

Word Count: 1021

Prologue - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 (finale)

-~-

“Dr. Rhodes,” you say with a smirk. “We meet again.”

“Yes, we really must stop running into each other like this. I clean up much better then this.” he replies with a similar, flirtatious smirk. 

“I’ll take your word for it,”

“What do you know about the victim?” Jay quickly interrupts, a tense aura radiating off of him at your flirting. It left a weird feeling at the pit of your stomach. 

“We found her outside of Med,” Connor explains as he takes you both to the victim’s room. “She has blunt force trauma to the ribs and hips, bruising pretty much everywhere on her body. I need to take her to surgery to put plates on some of her broken ribs. There is trauma to her uterus and cervix, which leads me to conclude that she was being sexually abused and trafficked.”

“Poor girl,” you whisper softly. 

“Can we talk to her?” Jay asks.

“Maybe it’s best if (Y/N) goes first, she’s only comfortable around women at the moment.” 

With a simple nod, you walk into the room and close the curtain, offering the fragile girl any privacy she may have left. Before you can even begin to ask questions, the tattoo on her wrist reveals it all to you. A viper around a cross, the tag of Chicago’s most known sex trafficker. 

“Hi, I’m Detective (Y/L/N), I’m part of the Chicago PD.” you explain softly.

“Are you here to stop him?” a tiny voice erupts from the pile of limbs and blankets in front of you.

“Do you mean Quentin Diaz?” 

The girl slowly shifts towards you, revealing a broken, battered face clouded by a mask of tears. She slowly nods, her entire body vibrating at the very mention of his name. 

“Yes, I’m here to stop him. But first, I need you to tell me everything you know about him.” 

-~- 

You stand in the bull pen, looking at the sprawling board in front of you as the team tries to make sense of the wild goose chase Diaz has you on.

“He was last scene dumping our Jane Doe by Med, any ideas to why he could be there?” Voight asks, leaning against a desk.

“Maybe a trade for a better girl, or even just to dump her?” Jay says. 

“No,” you interject. “Diaz and his men, they own their women until they die. A dumping or a trade wouldn’t make sense. This sounds like they were using Jane Doe as bait.”

“Then that means they must have some kind of hide out or base nearby.” Jay says. 

“Alright, I want every unlicensed or abandoned building flagged and remotely searched for suspicious activity. Halstead and (Y/L/N), you’ll case any that seem like a hit. The rest of you, try to find any consistencies between the cases.”

You and Jay nod before quickly leaving the bull pen and heading outside. Jumping into Jay’s truck, you quickly load up a building you know on your phone’s map. 

“Already have a place in mind?” he asks. 

“Yeah, this place always seemed to suspicious to be abandoned.”

“Let’s check it out then,” 

Jay drives through the packed Chicago streets towards the building. Once he parked outside the building, a familiar face had already popped up. You immediately call Voight, his gruff voice amplified by being on speaker phone, but your thankful for the distraction of Jay looking towards you.

“We spotted Quentin outside of the building on Cherry and Mohawk. I think we found his hiding spot.”

“Both of you, get as close as you can to the building without raising suspicion. I need to know a way into that building with a clear shot.” 

“Yes sir,”

Hanging up on Voight, you quickly hide your badge in your belt, your gun in your waistband and put on your coat and beanie. Jay mimics your movements and quickly gets out of the car. With a shaky breath you prepare yourself for what’s coming. 

“You okay, (Y/N)?” Jay asks from beside you, worry and suspicion drawing his eyebrows downwards. 

“Always,” you whisper with the fakest smile you can plaster on. 

Just the smallest glace at his face and you know your reply has left him unconvinced. Nevertheless, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and holds you close to him. Shakily, you reach up and hold the hand that is slacked around you and smile.

“So what should we have for lunch, babe?” Jay says to you.

That word hits you like a punch to the gut. 

“You know I’m not that picky,” you reply with a smirk. 

Both of you cross the street, goofy smiles and small sounds of chatter along with laughter acting like a shield to the reality of your act. But still, you lose yourself in the moment. Pretending that for a while, Jay was actually yours. That he felt this way about you and that this was your life. 

The mirage is quickly interrupted when you spot Quentin walking straight towards you, his head pointed half to the ground but just enough to see your faces. 

“Baby, don’t look now but I think that’s your favorite celebrity.” you whisper. 

The secret code word between you two alerts Jay to Quentin’s presence. His speedy pace towards you fills your veins with adrenaline, ready to run, shoot, or fight at any moment. 

“Nah, I have my favorite celebrity in my arms right here.” he says with a smirk. 

Quentin gets way too close for your liking. You go to pull Jay into a hug to hide your faces, but he chooses a different method. Pulling his arm off your shoulder, he cups your face in his hands and kisses you. 

The mission fades from your mind, the looming threat no longer a worry. All you can think of are how soft his lips are, how calloused his hand are right where he holds his gun so tight. Without a second thought, your hands find their home on his chest, and your lips dance the same steps as his. 

When he pulls away, uncontrollable tears spring to your eyes, no matter how hard you push them away. You take a step away from Jay and quickly case the building. Simple back entry accessible from the alley way and a broken window you or Jay could easily shoot from. 

“Woah, (Y/N) what’s wrong?” Jay says as he notes the unshed tears in your eyes.

“Nothing,” you brush off. “it’s just the cold air.”

Pulling your phone out, you call Voight about your findings, Jay’s eyes filled with more worry and confusion then before. 

“Alright, get your asses back here and suit up. We have a plan.” 

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Words, Many Words

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by wayiiseelife

OTP Prompt: Imagine your OTP in the hospital. Person A just woke up from surgery and is loopy, and Person B is sitting by them (Bonus if they are not together yet). Person A sees Person B and immediately starts spewing out pick-up lines and hitting on them, though some of the lines don’t really make so much sense. Person B realizes how much they like the attention from Person A. When a Person A wakes up, they have foggy memories of what happened, while Person B hasn’t stopped thinking about it. What happens next is up to you

Words: 1537, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Chicago Fire, Chicago Med

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kelly Severide, Matthew Casey, Conner Rhodes, Chief Wallace Boden, Christopher Herrmann, Will Halstead

Relationships: Matthew Casey/Kelly Severide, Matthew Casey & Kelly Severide

Additional Tags: hurt!Matthew, Family, Love, Marriage, Pride, er - Freeform

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Soooo Gabbie is coming back , aren’t we gonna get a little bit of Antonio too or whhhaaaat 

[starksvixen]

Best Shot - Part 4

Warnings: lotta angst, poor medical description, tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 1519

A/N - There is some descriptive writing about being awake during surgery. This scene will take place in italics. If scenes like this make you squeamish, skip past the italicized part. 

Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5 (finale)

-~- 

He could hear your screams from the waiting room, making more tears fall with each tortured yelp. Why couldn’t they just sedate you? Give you some kind of pain management? 

As if some other worldly power heard him, your echoes of pain no longer bounced towards him. Jay’s cries turned to sobs, his hands grasped so tight in front of his face his knuckles were white. Ruzek gently clapped his shoulder, along with the rest of the squad that surrounded the lone Halstead.

“She’s a fighter, Jay. I’m sure she’s okay,” he mumbles, trying to make the best of a bad situation. 

Jay wishes with everything he has that Adam was right. That Rhodes had just put you under to spare you the pain. But there was a small voice, like a demon on his shoulder, saying that you had left him. That you were gone. 

So as soon as Will entered the waiting area, covered in your blood, he held his breath. Everyone that was there for you did. When Will sat beside his brother, tears began to form in preparation for the worst.  

“The, uh,” Will sighs. “The bullet was through and through. Only nicked a few arteries and Dr. Rhodes is stitching up the arteries right now. She might scream some more because she refused sedation.”

“Wait, without sedation? Why didn’t she want sedation?” Jay asks quickly.

“That’s something you’ll have to ask her once we move her up into recovery.” 

“When can I see her?” Jay says while wiping what was left of his tears. 

“Well, Natalie just has a few more tests to run after the surgery and then I’ll take you to her.” Will says while standing up. “She got really lucky, more then you know right now.”

Once he walks away, the entire district was in a kerfuffle over Will’s vagueness about your refusal of sedation. 

“Who does he think he is? Sherlock Holmes? We deserve to know.” Ruzek says to the group. 

“Yeah, well it’s obvious she didn’t want us to know something.” Jay snaps.

The whole room fell silent. 

-(Y/N)’s POV-

The bounce from the stretcher sent pain racing through our abdomen, waking you up from your blood loss induced sleep. Once your eyes opened, you saw tears racing down Jay’s face as he sat on the ambo. You tried to sit up, tried to get to him and tell him you were okay. But the pain and a hand on your chest was a gruesome reminder. 

“Let’s get 100 milligrams of Fentanyl in her stat and a bedside ultrasound,” Connor says as he wheels you into the trauma room. 

“On my count. 1, 2, 3,” 

Shaky hands lift your back board and lay you on the bed. All you can think to do is scream as your wound is hit multiple times in the tussle. Your vest is removed and your shirt is cut off swiftly with scissors. Through your blurry vision, you see Will and another doctor enter, gloves at the ready. The women takes the ultrasound wand from Connor as Will tries to place in an iv in your arm.

“Bullet is through and through,” Connor says.

“No free fluid in the belly,” the other doctor says before moving the wand lower. “Wait, hold the fentanyl.”

“Natalie, she needs it.” Will says as you feel a needle pierce your skin, adding onto the pile of pain your body was vibrating from.

“Ms. (Y/L/N), did you know you were pregnant?”

“No, no fucking way,” you mumble as you shake harder, only increasing your pain. 

“Alright, (Y/N),” you hear Connor say. Turning your head, you can see the worry in his eyes.

“You are pregnant. Now I can give you a lower dose of fentanyl and I can get you under mild anesthesia. But I need to repair your wound or you and the baby will die.” 

Everything begins to blur around you, but one thing stands out through the fog. You were going to protect your baby no matter what. 

“Give me the lowest dose you can give me,” you whimper. “No sedation.”

“(Y/N)-”

“You heard me Connor!” you say as the pain spreads up, making it feel like you can’t breathe.

“Alright, call my team and take her to the Hybrid OR. Natalie, scrub in, I need you to keep an eye on that fetus.” 

Connor and Natalie disappear out of the room as Will sticks you with yet another needle. Quickly, he wheels you in your bed into the OR. With the help of some nurses, he gets you on the operating table. 

“Do you want me to tell Jay?” he asks.

“No,” you say while swallowing back whatever was left in your mouth. Will simply nods and leaves the room as Natalie and Connor enter.

“Alright, (Y/N), this is going to hurt but I need you to stay as still as possible. If you flinch and I knick another artery it’s game over for you two.” he says to, preparing what he needed to begin. 

All you could do was nod, the pain and exhaustion beginning to overtake your already weak and fragile body. 

That’s when you felt the first cut.

Searing pain on top of what already was unbearable spreads across your skin like fire ants on the hunt. You scream out, the only option you have as you force your body to stay as still as possible. 

“(Y/N), the baby’s heart rate is increasing because of the pain. It’s safer for both of you to go under light sedation. I promise it won’t hurt it.” Natalie says to you, her worried eyes peering through into your soul.

You can only nod with a sob as Natalie gets to work. At the same time yet another needle pierces your skin, you feel cold metal digging into your chest. You’re out of energy to scream, all you can do is cry, ensuring your chest doesn’t bounce with each passing sob. 

As you watch the needle disappear into your chest cavity, you prepare yourself to feel the pain once more. Thanks to the sedation, you finally didn’t feel a thing, but your body stayed tensed up as always. 

After about a half an hour, you were closed up and waiting to be transferred to the recovery room. Connor sits beside you in the tiny ER room, his cap and mask in hand as he looks at you. 

“Is it mine?” 

Your breath hitches in your throat. What if it was? Back there, you automatically thought that the baby belonged to Jay, failing to remember about your adventures with Connor. 

“I don’t know,” you croak. “If it is?”

“That’s up to you.”

You sigh to the amount your chest lets you. Things were finally right with Jay, you were in love and happy. Of course this happens now, something to take your happiness away. 

“Dr. Rhodes? Can I have a moment with (Y/N)?” you hear Natalie say from the entrance to the cramped room. 

“Yeah,” Connor says before standing up. “Just keep me updated.” 

Natalie only nods as he leaves, you chuckling at her curtness towards him. She looks towards you and smiles, pulling the ultrasound machine over once more. 

“Really? Him?” she says teasingly. You keep your chuckles soft to avoid more pain, but through your exhaustion you smile. 

“What can I say? He was available.” 

Looking down at her hand, you spot a ring on her finger, the one Jay had shown you many times on the anniversary of his Mom’s death. The one Will had taken for his special person.

“You’re Will’s fiancée?” you ask as you watch her hit a few buttons on the machine beside you two.

“Yeah, you must be Jay’s best friend then.” she replies before gently lifting up your gown. 

“Not so much anymore,” you say with a bit of glum. 

“I’m sure the baby won’t get in the way,” she reassures. 

“That’s no-”

You’re interrupted by the sound of your baby’s heartbeat. Uncontrollable tears spring to your eyes once she turns the screen for you to see your tiny blip. Gently, you lay a hand over your mouth to hide your smile, not believing that there was another human inside you that somehow, you would do anything for already. 

“The baby looks completely healthy, despite everything. They look to be about 7 weeks along.” Natalie says to you with a smile.

You run a hand through your hair, quickly doing the math in your head. The last time you and Connor slept together was well over 7 weeks at that point. You and Jay...well. 

“It’s not Connor’s.” you reply with a soft sigh in relief. 

With a smirk, Natalie sends a few photos to be printed before cleaning you up and taking you up to recovery. Once she gets you set up, ensuring everything was in working order, she walks towards the doorway. Before she leaves, she turns back towards you. 

“Do you want me to bring Jay up?” she asks. 

You nod softly as you gently lay a shaking hand on your abdomen. It was time for your blip to me it’s daddy. 

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Best Shot - Part 5 (finale)

Warnings: Pregnancy? (if that’s a warning), some pretty fluffy fluff, a bit or arguing 

Word Count: 766

A/N - Thank you all so much for reading this story! If you want a spin off or have a request, feel free to leave an ask or a comment!

Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

-~- 

You softly twirl the photo Natalie had given you when she came to check on you. Your mind was in some kind of dreamland while you waited for Jay to come see you. Would your blip have his eyes? His smile? Lord help you if they inherited his cockiness too. 

The door softly creaks, making you look up to see Jay walk in, flowers and a coffee in hand. You laid the photo face down on your stomach and automatically see the hints of red bouncing off his hazel eyes, you could tell he was crying over you. All you could offer him was a small smile. He returns it a bit, gently laying the flowers on the table beside you.

Before turning to sit down, he leans over you, laying a small kiss against your lips, making you smile against his. As he slowly pulls away, you can tell he’s holding back tears. Shakily, you reach up to wipe away the ones that had already fallen.

“I love you,” he whispers quietly. “I was so scared I wouldn’t be able to tell you.”

“I already know you love me, Jay. Don’t worry, because I love you too.”

With a soft smile, he lays another tender kiss on your lips. With your arm opposite your injury, you run a hand through his hair and let your lips dance along with his. Eventually, you two have to part, making you pout softly. Jay chuckles at your reaction, like music to your ears. 

“How are you feeling?” he asks, taking a seat beside you.

“Like I’ve been hit by a nausea inducing truck,” you reply with a soft chuckle.

“C’mon, whimp.” he chuckles a bit. “You’ve taken worse.” 

“The stakes were higher this time,” you reply, your smile not disappearing, making Jay raise his eyebrow. 

“I think the pain has made you go crazy.” 

“I’m on pain management, Jay.”

“Then why didn’t you take the sedation?”

“Because I didn’t need it.”

“Your screams tell me otherwise. It sounded like they were torturing you, (Y/N).” 

“Well, I didn’t want it.”

“You proved you’re tough, babe. Next time just take it.”

“Well I’m not going to need it. I’m not returning to the field for at least 9 months.”

“I know you need to heal but 9 months seems a bit long, don’t you think?”

“God, your skull is thicker then my ass sometimes.” you say with a soft chuckle. 

“Well just tell me then instead of dropping hints!” he yells dramatically, a small smirk appearing on his face. 

You chuckle to the best of your ability without popping a stitch before your hand glides over to the fragile photo laying on your stomach. Shakily, you lift the photo of your blip and hand it to Jay’s calloused hands, even his shaking from unknown emotion. 

As he guides the black and white picture towards his eyes, you try to read his face to understand the emotion he processes. For once, your talent to read people was failing you, Jay’s face was frozen in place as his eyes analyze your tiny blip. 

Your heart begins to pace like you wish your legs would let you in this situation. Waiting for an answer was torturous, worse then any other questioning tactic you had ever gone through. 

But like the sun creeping through the blinds early in the morning, Jay’s tearful smile sent warmth all over your body. You replicate the small smile with happy tears falling into the crevices your smile left in your cheeks. 

Jay lays the photo on the one nightstand left in the room and lays his hand on your nonexistent baby bump, his eyes full of amazement. Gently, you move your hand on top of his, looking down at the two hands over your little blip.

You feel Jay’s lips against your cheek once. But when he goes in for another, you move your head so his lips meet yours instead, a sweet kiss shared between the two of you. As you both pull away, looking at each other with nothing but love, you whisper:

“Looks like I still haven’t missed in the past 10 years,” 

“Oh, for fucks sake, (Y/N)! We were having a moment!” Jay whines playfully, causing you to laugh softly while squeezing his hand. 

Later that night, you look down at your small family beginning. Jay’s sleeping head laying on top of your stomach with a small smile despite his current state. You gently run a hand through his hair in a lazy pattern as you think about your future. Your blip turning into a baby. Your shared room in the apartment turning into a nursery. Maybe even a ring to replace your empty finger. However, there was one thing you knew for certain.

This was the best shot you had ever taken. 

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