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[websterss]

Im a new follower and I must say the Imagines are just so....👌🏼🥹

Anyway saw you were writing for Conrad Hawkins. Could you do one where yn takes care of a patient who has a crush on conrad. She gets defensive and tells yn to back off conrad and yn shrugs it off. Later the patient was watching yn and conrad hug and kiss and she snaps. She waits til yn is alone and she stabs or attacks yn and leaves her to die. As conrad gets ready to go home he starts to look for yn but finds her wounded. Ill let you pick the ending.

Im such a sucker for angst. 😭 Hope this makes sense 💙☺️

Welcome!! 🥺👋 thanks love I’m glad you’re enjoying them!!!

This does makes sense love. Im been bingeing the show and I swoon every time Conrad starts running through the hospital. 🫣so I’m a sucker for angst too lol!!👀

[lyjen]

Be safe | Eddie Diaz

Summary: Eddie goes on a coffee run for the team, but when he's texting his girlfriend while waiting on the order, a robber starts threatening customers and the workers. Eddie tries to disarm the robber, but when he tries, he gets shot. (Y/n) suffers from a severe panic attack when she gets the call.

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Eddie hopped down the step from the engine, and landed with both his feet on the sidewalk. It was his turn to go on a coffee run today. He didn’t have a standard day he had to go on the coffee run, but they did have a standard order for who was going inside. They couldn’t just go in there with the entire crew, that wasn’t practical.

So now they had a standard order, Eddie knew he came after Hen and after Eddie came Bobby. That’s the only thing he had to memorize. So since last shift it was Hen’s turn, now it’s Eddie’s turn.

Eddie walked a few meters down the street, passing four or five shops as he eventually reached the coffee company.

He pulled the door open as someone was just on his way towards the exit. Softly he could hear the bell being triggered as he pulled the door. “After you” he said with a gentle smile, as he held open the door for the woman who was old enough to be his mother, maybe even his grandmother.

The woman smiled at him and thanked him for holding the door open for her, and he stepped inside. He spotted quite a line for the orders. Luckily after Ravi’s record of fastest coffee run, the rest of the crew started doing the same. Ordering online.

He walked towards the end of the counter, where the waiting area was. He quickly slid his phone from his pocket. The phone instantly lit up as he held the phone in front of his face. Eddie scrolled through some of the notifications he had gotten while he was on call.

But there surely was one message he couldn’t wait to open. He had a few messages from (Y/n). He unlocked his phone, went straight towards his texts and opened the chat between him and (Y/n).

Eddie couldn’t help but smile at his phone as he saw the picture from Chris and (Y/n) in the car. He loved that his son and his girlfriend had such a good bond. Chris had never been good with changes, but something was different when (Y/n) came into both of their lives.

They met at one of Bobby’s and Athena’s backyard parties, the one where Buck, her brother, almost died from a blood clot. Maddie and (Y/n) brought Buck over to the Grant-Nash's house, and that’s where he met (Y/n).

He remembered the day like it was yesterday, although it had been three years already.

An even wider smile formed itself onto Eddie’s face as he saw her text message which she sent after the photo. “Going shopping with Chris, be safe ❤️”

Oh how he loved her for saying her standard words whenever he was on shift. Be safe. Everytime when he was on shift and he called her, she’d say that.

It was kind of a good luck wish, (Y/n) knew the consequences of dating a firefighter. He had told her as soon as they became close enough, that one day he might not make it home. But she already knew that from her brother.

But still that was different.

But something told Eddie that she was the reason he’d make it home after every shift.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard of his phone as he thought of the right words to say. He wanted to tell her he was okay, and that he was going to call her as soon as they arrived back at the station.

But as his fingers tapped across the screen to type his message, mid sentence his eyes shot up from his phone.

“Excuse me? What do you think you’re doing?” the woman spoke up, trying to get the attention of the man in front of her.

The man in front of her was wearing a black hoodie, with the hood over his head. “You can’t just cut the line like that!” the woman continued as she tried again to get some kind of reaction from the man. But he didn’t give a kick.

The woman turned to the people in the line behind her, “can you believe this?” she asked the other customers behind her. Other customers also shook their heads in agreement, he should get in line just like any other person did.

Eddie watched the entire scene going as he held his phone in his hand.

She turned back to the back of the man. “Hello!” her voice sounded annoyed as she tapped his shoulder. But still, no reaction. “Get to the back of the line, we’re all waiting here!” she said, with a sigh falling off her lips.

And that’s the moment when something inside of the man snapped. He turned around fast, and lost his cool. He reached his right hand out to his back as he fished out a gun that was probably hanging between the rim of his baggy jeans and the skin on his back.

Suddenly Eddie was back in action again. He quickly placed his phone back into his pocket as he crouched down to the floor.

The man started threatening the lady behind him, “Back the fuck up!” he groaned as he held the gun next to his head, pointing at the woman. Intimidating, he walked straight towards the woman. While different reactions came from the customers. Some gasped, others screamed, and a few didn’t know how to react.

He walked towards the woman until she tripped over her own feet and fell on her bum. He stopped for a few seconds and just aimed the gun at the woman. She was terrified, she squeezed her eyes closed as she waited for the man to pull the trigger, accepting her faith.

He just smiled at her, like a psychopath. And then he turned on his heels and pointed the gun at the cashier behind the counter. “You!” He yelled as he walked back to the counter. “Give me everything you got!” He shouted as he motioned with his gun towards the money tray.

The cashier behind the counter looked at the man, and froze. His eyes wide as if he had seen a ghost, or maybe ten ghosts.

“Come on! Hurry up!” He said with an annoyed tone overruling his voice when the man behind the counter didn’t move fast enough for him.

The line behind him, including the woman, was gone like it vanished into thin air.

Eddie felt the adrenaline rushing through his body as he watched the entire scene in front of him. He couldn’t just stand there and do nothing.

But he also couldn’t just stand up and run towards the man, tackling him. He needed a plan, and he needed it now. Especially because his back was faced towards Eddie.

Eddie used the adrenaline in his body and turned it into courage so he could sneak his way towards the robber. Eddie didn’t have any weapons, he wasn’t a police officer. The only thing he got was a radio, which he couldn’t use, he couldn’t risk radioing his team or dispatch, what if the guy heard? Because if he did Eddie would put everybody in the store in danger. And maybe turn this robbery into a hostage situation.

Eddie was still crouched down as low as he could, as he slowly and quietly moved towards the robber. He could hear nervous whimpers all around him, but he didn’t let that stop him. Eddie moved closer, and closer, slow, but not too slow and silent. He prayed for his shoes to not start squeaking against the floor of the shop.

A few feet before Eddie reached the robber he stopped, if he did two steps now he’d be in handreach for him. He needed to act swiftly. Eddie quickly stood straight, and placed his left arm around the robber’s neck as he yanked the right arm with the gun with full force onto the desk of the shop.

The cashier let out a scream as he ducked down to the ground and hid behind the desk.

The robber let out a groan as his arm hit the desk. But before he could let go of the gun, the robber yanked the back of his head against Eddie’s face. He probably broke Eddie’s nose with that move, but Eddie wasn’t going to let that stop him.

The man turned around and so did his still armed hand. But he couldn’t even point the gun straight at Eddie as he locked his left hand around the gun and his right hand around the guy’s wrist. Eddie moves the gun away from his face, and snaps his arms as low as possible, in the hope he’d let go.

And he did.

Eddie had the gun in his hands now. He did it. He disarmed the guy. Eddie didn’t think for a second as he pointed the gun at the robber. As he placed his left hand onto the radio that was attached to his chest and kept the robber at gunpoint. “Dispatch, this is firefighter Diaz. There was an armed robbery at The Daily Grind-” Eddie called in.

But just as he was mid sentence, a blow hit his shoulder. It felt like he was being pushed by something invisible. But then a roaring pain spread itself through his shoulder. Eddie dropped the arm in which he held the gun, holding the man at gunpoint. And dropped the gun to the floor.

With the hand that was just on his radio, he pushed down on the throbbing pain in his shoulder. Eddie took a look at his shoulder as he took his hand off the pain But when he saw the darker shade of blue created on his uniform, which almost looked like a water stain.

But water stains wouldn't hurt that much.

He took a look at the inside of his hand, and then he realized: it's completely red. He had been shot.

That’s when the pain got worse, and worse. Eddie looked up from his hand, at the guy he was facing. But he was gone. Along with the gun that Eddie dropped to the ground.

It looked like Eddie was zoning out. He was looking right through everybody, as if no one existed. He could hear some dull voices from the customers that were still in the shop on the back of his mind.

He lost balance in his feet as his body tumbled to the ground and hit the floor.

It felt like minutes, maybe even hours that he was lying there on the ground. Customers started to surround him, trying to help. “Someone call 9-1-1!” someone called out. But just as they did, the rest of the 118 entered the coffee shop.

“Eddie! Eddie! Hey!” Buck called out as he bursted through the door and ran from the entrance towards Eddie’s body. Buck dropped down to his knees on Eddie’s left side, and patted his hand against one of his cheeks.

“Oh god..” Hen mumbled as she took in the sight of one of her colleagues, down on the ground, with a gunshot wound through his shoulder. Bobby wasn’t on the rig, which means she was the interim captain on scene right now.

“Bring me my bag!” Chimney called out at the rest of the team, as one of them nodded and ran towards the truck. “Eddie? Can you hear me?” Buck asked as Chimney kneeled down on the other side and checked the wound, to see if the bullet was still in his shoulder. “Looks like we’ve got a through and through!” Chimney concluded.

Hen on the other hand was calling Dispatch through the radio, trying to get an ambulance to their location. “Copy that 118, an ambulance is on its way. Ten minutes out.” the dispatcher responded.

Buck looked over his shoulder at their interim captain. “Hen, he doesn't have ten minutes.” Buck said as he looked Hen in the eyes. She knew Buck was right. Every second they stayed there, he’d lose more and more blood, even though Chimney put enough pressure on it with the gauze.

They were asking for time they didn’t have.

For a second Hen was cracking her brain, really. They needed to get their colleague, they saw more as a brother, to the hospital as soon as possible. Hen sighed, “Get him in the rig” she commanded.

UNSEND TEXT MESSAGE:

Wish I was there.. I’ll call you as soon-

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“Thirty year old male, GSW to the upper torso, through and through.” Hen called out as she, Buck, Chimney and Mckenzie helped lift Eddie from the backseat of the fire engine to the gurney the nurses and doctor placed next to the rig.

“Pulse is weak” a male nurse called out as soon as they had placed Eddie onto the gurney. “Trauma bay two, let’s set up for a thoracotomy!” The female nurse ordered as they pushed Eddie away on the gurney from his team.

Buck just stared at the nurses that surrounded the gurney as they ran as fast as they could towards the ER.

A thousand questions were running through Buck’s mind at the moment, and he couldn’t do anything other than just watching them wheel Eddie away. A hand fell onto his shoulder as he felt himself slip away from reality.

He looked to his left as he saw Hen’s hand being placed onto his shoulder, she tried to give him some kind of smile, but she couldn’t. She had seen lots of gunshot wounds, but it never happened to someone she was so close with.

“Did somebody call Bobby?” Chimney asked as he looked at both of the firefighters. Hen nodded, with her hand still on Buck’s shoulder. “He’s on his way..” she said softly.

“W-what about (Y/n)? I should call her.. right?” Buck said as he finally took his mind off Eddie, but remembered that they had to call Buck’s sister, Eddie’s girlfriend, about what happened. Buck looked at Hen and Chimney, asking if he should be the one doing it.

“Buck..-” Hen said, but stopped as soon as Buck interrupted her words. “I’m going to call her” he said, and fished his phone from his pocket as he started trembling. His hands were shaking as he was holding the phone in his hands.

“Buck..” Hen sighed as she placed her hands onto his, trying to reassure him, calm him down. “You shouldn’t be the one calling your sister.” she said as she pushed his hands down, to stop him from doing anything on his phone.

Buck turned towards Hen, so he was standing across from her instead of on her side. “B-but it’s my sister.” he stumbled, as he looked at Hen, “It’s her b-boyfriend who got shot.” he added as Hen could sense that Buck was on the edge of a breakdown, his voice was trembling along with his hands, and his eyes were looking lost.

“Exactly Buck. You’re too personally involved, that’s why you shouldn’t be the one telling her this news. But the captain should.” She tried to explain to Buck.

But Buck didn’t get it. They were all too personally involved. They were practically family, not by blood, but Buck saw Hen like his older sister, Eddie and Chim like his brothers. “Seriously? Too personally involved? We’re all too personally involved! I..- You’ve got to be kidding me. Hen..-” He stumbled as he couldn’t get his mind around it.

“I’m not asking Buck.” Hen cut Buck off as she folded her arms. “Hen..” Buck said as he couldn’t believe Hen was telling him off. Hen held up a flat hand as a sign for Buck to stop. “No.” she said, ”I’m not asking, i'm telling you. Not as your friend, but as your captain.” she continued.

Buck looked down to the ground, avoiding his interim captain’s eyes. Looking like some puppy who didn’t know what he did wrong.

“Now.. give me your phone.” she said as she gave them a few moments to let the moment sink in. Buck looked up from the ground, his eyebrows furrowed, as a confused “Why?” left his mouth.

“Because, I need to make sure you don’t do anything stupid.” Hen moved one hand from the folded position and held it towards Buck, waiting for him to place the phone in it. He let out a scoff, she wasn’t serious.. right?

“Come on” she said as she moved her fingers towards her, making a motion to tell Buck to give her the phone. A small laugh left his mouth as he shook his head in disapproval. “You know what? Fine.” he said as he placed the phone in her hand and a deep sigh rolled off his lips.

“Thank you, you’ll get it back when I’m done. Okay?” Hen said softly as she placed the phone in her pocket and fished her own phone from the other pocket. “Now, I’m going to call (Y/n). In the meanwhile, go to the waiting area and get some coffee. We’re going to need that.” Hen said as she switched looks between Chimney and Buck.

Chimney and Buck just simply nodded and they made their way towards the entrance of the ER. “Oh and Buck..” Hen said as they made like four to five steps from where Hen was standing. Buck looked over his shoulder as he stopped in his tracks.

”Please, don’t do anything stupid.”

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(Y/n) opened the driver's side door and stepped out of the car. “You good Chris?” (Y/n) asked as she walked towards the backseat and opened the door to get some bags out. “Yeah I got it” Chis said as he hopped out of the car and closed the door behind him. 

“Good buddy” she smiled as Chris made his way towards the front door and she clicked the car keys to lock her car. She fumbled a little with her keys while she was holding the bags in her hands, but managed to get the front door key and unlock the door. 

The front door swung open as Chris happily walked inside and (Y/n) closed the front door behind her with a smooth, soft kick with her foot. 

(Y/n) smiled as she saw Chris walking down the hall towards his room instantly. (Y/n) made her way towards the kitchen, “Chris! Will you come help me unpack the groceries?” (Y/n) asked as she placed the two bags on the table in the kitchen. 

“In a minute!” he answered as her phone started to vibrate in her back pocket. She laughed as she shook her head and fished her phone from her back pocket. She let her eyes read the text to see who was calling her. 

Hen Wilson

Her eyebrows furrowed at the sight of the name. Hen? Why was she calling (Y/n)? Yes she had Hen’s phone number, and Hen had (Y/n)’s. But they never actually used it. Normally if there was some kind of party, invitations would go via Eddie or her older brother Buck. 

(Y/n) clicked the green button as she placed the phone to her ear. “This is (Y/n)” she said as she answered the call. “Hey (Y/n), It’s Hen.” Hen said on the other side of the phone. “Hey Hen” she greeted her as she was completely sure she was talking with Hen. 

(Y/n) was slowly starting to unpack the groceries from the bag, and placing them on the table. With her right hand holding her phone, she used her left hand to unpack the bags.

“I need to tell you something..” Hen sighed, she could feel a lump in her throat as she tried to start her story. How was she going to tell this woman that her boyfriend had been shot and was now in surgery? 

“Uhm.. okay?” (Y/n) stumbled confused as her eyebrows furrowed. Something about this entire conversation felt off. The way Hen was talking, told (Y/n) she was struggling. (Y/n) stopped unpacking the bags as she placed her free hand onto the table. 

“(Y/n) something happened with Eddie on shift today...” Hen began, “There’s really no easy way of telling you this..” she continued as she was still looking for the right words, but the silences between the sentences made (Y/n) anxious. 

“Hen.. you’re starting to freak me out. What’s going on?” (Y/n) said as she waited for Hen to speak up again. But there was a longer silence. “Hen?” (Y/n)’s voice sounded through the phone. 

There was another moment of silence. 

Then a deep shaky inhale broke the silence, “(Y/n).. he got shot.” Hen sobbed as she tried to keep herself together while she was on the phone. 

“What?” The word just fell from her lips. She wasn’t even aware of what she was saying. But suddenly it was like her entire world had stopped. 

“Eddie was out, getting coffee for the team. We heard from customers that he tried to stop a robber, and he managed to do that.. But there was another one who shot him.” Hen said, Hen’s voice was there.. but it wasn’t like any of her words were being received by her brain. 

“We got him to Presbyterian hospital as fast as we could.” She continued, it was like (Y/n) was completely under water, while Hen was still talking to her. Her voice was full and she couldn’t make anything out of what she was saying. 

Her eyes were starting to zone out. She was staring into the distance. 

The line was deadly silent. Hen wasn’t even sure if (Y/n) was still there on the phone with her. “(Y/n)? Are you okay?” The interim captain asked. 

(Y/n) let go of the dining table as she placed her hand onto the wall, across from the kitchen counter, to steady herself. “Thanks for calling me Hen..” she stumbled, with difficulty. 

“(Y/n)-” Hen’s voice was audible as (Y/n) dropped the phone from her ear and clicked the off button, making the connection between the two phones disconnected.

She didn’t even notice she dropped the phone from her hand, down onto the ground. Something didn't feel quite right. 

“I’m here, how can I help?” Chris’ voice sounded through the kitchen. He entered the kitchen as he looked around, nobody was at the counter, putting the groceries away. 

With his palms placed on the doorframe, he scanned the room. Until his eyes fell onto (Y/n) who was standing with her back faced towards the door where Chris was standing. 

“(Y/n)?” He called her name multiple times. But she wouldn’t answer him. Chris walked forward, until he was within hand reach. Hoping she would hear him now. 

“W-wh-at?” She stumbled quietly, what sounded more like a mumble. And she turned on her heels to face Chris. “Are you okay?” He asked, confused as she tried to avoid his gaze and started to pull the collar of her shirt. 

Her hand went from her collar towards her forehead, touching it briefly as her hand was trembling. She walked back, towards the backdoor.

A few feet in front of the back door she stopped, as she placed her hand on the wall again. Her other hand was placed onto her chest as she pushed her back against the wall and let herself slide down the wall until her bum hit the ground. 

Her breathing became more rapid each time she took a breath. Her lungs were burning, it felt like she had run for hours and she didn’t know how to stop. She held her hand onto her chest, hoping it would help her to slow her heartbeat down somehow. 

“(Y/n)?” Chris asked as he watched her in that state. He knew something was wrong, and his dad taught him that if something was wrong, he needed to call him. 

Christopher got as fast as he could to the landline phone as he held the phone to his ear and he started to dial Eddie’s phone. “Hey this is Edd-“ his voice spoke over the phone. 

It was his voicemail.

Chris didn’t have time to leave him a message, he needed an adult who could help (Y/n). So he called the second best person who he’d trust. Christopher waited for the phone to ring, it didn’t take long or he answered the phone. 

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With his head leaning on his hands, his elbows pressing too hard into his thighs, he stared at the space between the two legs as his feet tapped softly against the concrete. Every second that ticked by felt like an hour, maybe even a day or a week. He didn’t know what to do with his hands. His sweaty hands moved from his face to the back of his neck as he tried to keep his cool.

His eyes shot up as he felt the back of Chimney’s hand slapping his arm. Buck didn’t even realize what was happening, and was standing on both his legs, watching Hen entering the room through the two sliding doors of the ER. 

Buck placed one hand on his own thigh and wiped the remaining sweat of his hand, against the fabric of his uniform. His stomach turned at the sight of Hen, her head facing down to the concrete ground. 

Hen stopped as she was close enough to the two firefighters. “And..?” Chimney asked, “W-what did she say?” Buck asked then right after him. A sigh rolled off Hen’s lips as she looked between Chimney and Buck. “I didn’t get much of a reaction, she only asked me “what?” and then basically when I explained what happened, it was completely silent. She did cut me off though.” Hen told the two. 

Buck could read off Hen’s face that she was having a hard time with telling his sister the news. “She’s probably shocked about the news.” Buck tried to talk things right. It wasn’t like her, cutting off a conversation. 

“Yeah, I guess so..” Hen mumbled as she reached for the second phone she had in her pocket, the one that belonged to Buck. “Here..” she continued as she fished out the phone from her back pocket and held it out to Buck. Silently, Buck accepted the phone from Hen. 

“So.. what now?” Chimney asked to no one in particular. Hen shook her head as she tried to come up with some sort of plan. “Well, the engine is out of service.. We need to reach Bobby. We’ve been way too long on a coffee run.” she said. 

“I think he beat you to it.” Chimney then said, and pointed towards the ER entrance. Bobby stepped inside, and the second he did, he spotted the rest of his team. “What the hell happened?” he said with his arms wide. 

The phone, which was still in his hand, started to vibrate and his ringtone sounded through the waiting room. Buck quickly scanned the screen, who was trying to reach him? 

Eddie - Home

Why was his sister calling him with the landline? He didn’t need to think twice, or his thumb swept across the accept icon and he walked towards the sliding doors with his phone against his ear. 

“Hell-” Buck couldn’t finish his sentence as he could hear a young boy’s voice calling his sister’s name. Chris was calling him. Not his sister. 

“Chris?” Buck asked through the phone, ”What’s happening Chris?” he added. It took a few seconds, but he got the attention of the boy. 

“Buck help! Something is wrong with (Y/n)!” he then said loudly through the phone. “Chris? What’s wrong with her?” he asked as he walked back into the ER where the rest of his crew was. 

“I think she’s hurt!” Chris then said, hurt? Hurt how? What the hell was happening on the other side of that phone?  

“Chris, stay on the line with me. Can you tell me what is happening to (Y/n)?” Buck asked as he made a beeline to his crew, the three of them instantly turned around as they heard Buck loudly talk to Chris on the phone. 

Buck turned the phone away from his face so Chris wouldn’t catch any of this conversation. “Bobby, I need the keys to the BC car” he said, he didn’t even make it sound like a question. Bobby furrowed his eyebrows. “Something is wrong, with (y/n). It’s an emergency.” he then said. And with that Bobby placed the keys in his hands. 

Buck formed a fist as he pressed the keys into his hand, and made his way outside. “She’s gasping, It’s like she can’t breathe.” Chris tried to explain. His stomach made another turn as he heard Chris saying that. “Stay with her Chris, I’m on my way.” He told the boy, and with those words he stepped in the car and turned on the lights and sirens. 

He needed to get to Eddie’s house as soon as he could, the Battalion chief SUV was luckily way faster than the engine. If he wasn’t driving the battalion chief SUV, he would’ve sure had a few speeding tickets. 

The moment Buck pulled up at Eddie’s home, he drove the car on the driveway, put the car in park, got the keys and jumped out of the vehicle. He sped to the front door as he pushed the planter up that was on the porch, and fished the key from underneath it. 

Eddie told him where he could find one spare key if he needed one in case of an emergency, he did have a spare key to Eddie’s house at home, and Eddie had one of Buck’s. 

Buck placed the key in the lock and turned it, so he opened the door. “Chris?” He breathed heavily. The adrenaline in his body and the sprint from the car towards the door made him lose his own breath. 

He scanned the room, nothing in the living room. He looked to his right, nobody in the hallway for the bedrooms. He took a few steps forward, as he closed the door. His eyes found the little boy standing in the kitchen at the table. 

“Hey, hey! Are you okay?” he asked as he hurried towards the boy and crouched in front of him. “I tried calling her name, but she won’t answer.” he said with a sad tone. That’s when he could hear the gasping. But he needed to talk to Chris first. 

“It’s okay buddy, you did great.” Buck said as he placed his hand onto the boy’s shoulder. “I'm going to help her, okay? Can you go to your room as I try to talk to her?” Buck asked. Chris slowly nodded, Buck stood up again as Chris walked out the kitchen. 

There she was. With her pinned back against the wall, knees to her chest and her head facing down between the space of her knees and chest. Her breathing as if she had run a marathon for miles, mixed with cries.

He knew exactly what this was. A panic attack.

“(Y/n)?” he softly called her name, as he slowly crouched down in front of her. But she didn’t answer, just like Chris told him. “H-hey, hey, it’s okay.” He hushed her as he placed his right hand onto her shoulder, and his left hand on the single hand that was curled around her legs. 

When his skin connected with his sisters’, she looked up. Her eyes filled with panic as the other hand on her chest was pressed onto her skin. But she wasn’t looking at him, it was like she was looking right through him like he was some kind of ghost. 

“(Y/n)? Hey, hey, deep breaths okay?” Buck said as he tried to get the attention of his sister to turn to him. Her eyes focussed on her brother who was crouched down right in front of him. “You breathe in..” Buck continued as he tried to guide her through the breathing exercise he was doing. 

“And hold…” he added as she tried to do what Buck was telling her to do. “And out..” he said as he let out a breath with those words. But no matter how often they did those exercises, (Y/n) her breathing wouldn’t slow down. 

“N-not w-work-” she stumbled as she tried to make a full sentence. He knew she was right. He had to come up with a new idea to help her get her mind off the fact that she knew her boyfriend was shot. 

Buck looked back, over his shoulder, searching for something; he didn’t even know what he was searching for. His eyes scanned the room as he held his hand on her shoulder and the other one on (Y/n)’s hand. Until his eyes fell on the dining table which was still filled with groceries.

“Hey, Eddie told me you needed to go to the grocery store.” he started. You may think, what the hell, this isn’t the time to do groceries. But this was worth a shot. Her eyebrows started to furrow slightly a bit, as she heard him asking that question. 

“Tell me your list, what did you need at the store?” he continued as he tried to convince her to tell him her list. But again, she couldn’t answer. But she did hear him this time. 

“Come on, I know you made a list up here..” he said as he tapped his skull. He knew she always made lists for everything, she did it when she was younger and after all those years, she had never stopped doing that. 

“Okay, let’s start at the beginning of the store. You’re walking through those doors, we enter the fruit and vegetables area. What are you getting?” he asks her as he tries to help her visualize the grocery store in her mind. 

“Um..” she stumbled as she tried to remember what was on her list, and visualize the store in her mind. “To-” she stopped as she pressed her eyes closed and groaned for a second. “To-tomatoes” she then stuttered. “Great for pasta sauces and salads, okay what do you need more?” he said. 

“Um” she said as she kept her eyes on her brother and searched for the right products in her mind. “A-apples” (Y/n) continued, “For Chris’ his lunch.” Buck said as slowly a small smile appeared on his face. 

It was working. 

“And, uhm.. cauliflower” she added to her list. "Of course, your favorite. Can’t forget that one.” he chuckled softly. “Okay now.. tell me how bad of a chef I am.” Buck went on. He had her breathing normally, now he wanted her to smile. Just a small one. 

“Come on, I know you want to.” he told her, a small laugh left her mouth. “Remember the time when I almost burned down the house because I left some foil in the microwave?” he then said. Trying to use one of his stupid stunts as a recourse to get his sister’s mind off Eddie. 

Another laugh rolled off her lips as she remembered that moment. (Y/n) let out a breath again. She was no longer hyperventilating, the pressure on her chest had left her body and the tears weren’t streaming down her face anymore. 

“There you go..” Buck said then as he rubbed her shoulder with his right hand. He had never helped anyone before through a panic attack. And he surely never had seen this happen with his sister before. 

But he got her back. 

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It felt like everything was happening in slow motion, ever since they had gotten the call about Eddie getting out of surgery. The car ride, she was pretty sure Chris was asking Buck questions about Eddie. But she couldn’t catch any of those words as she watched every house, every person walking down the street and every tree passing by.

Not only the car ride felt that way, the moment she walked through those glass sliding doors of the ER, every hug she got from Eddie’s crew, everything they said. Everything was like a haze.

Buck escorted his sister and Chris through the hallway of the hospital, into the elevator. As soon as Buck calmed (Y/n) down, they took things slow. Buck tried to answer all the questions Chris had about everything: about (Y/n), why he wasn’t at work, why his dad didn’t answer his call. All such questions.

But the only thing Buck could say about Eddie was that he had been hurt on the job. That was the easiest way to explain the situation to Christopher. It has been hours, the sun went down, but Eddie finally had gotten out of surgery. That was the most important thing.

(Y/n) fidgeted with her ring on her right index finger with her left hand as they waited for the elevator to get them to the correct level of the hospital. Her mouth let out a sigh as she heard the elevator make a “ding” sound, telling them they had arrived on the right floor.

It was almost like the hallways didn’t stop. There were so many rooms, doors and corners. It was more like a maze than a hallway.

Her brother pointed towards an open hospital room door as they almost reached the correct room. The first thing (Y/n) spotted were the two women in the room, Eddie’s abuela and tia were here. But as soon as the two of them turned their bodies to look over their shoulders, a half awake Eddie was in her vision.

His eyes were barely open, his left hand had an IV in it, there was an oxygen tube underneath his nose and the monitor on the side of his bed was keeping track of his vitals. A weak smile appeared on his face as his son and the woman he loved the most stepped into his hospital room.

Chris happily moves as fast as he can to get to his dad, as (Y/n) just takes one small step into the room. She doesn't know why, but she keeps a distance from him for a second. She wanted Chris to have his moment with his dad, especially after what happened back at home. The moment she scared the living daylight out of Chris by her reaction.

(Y/n) could hear her own heartbeat in her ears as she felt her body doing almost the exact same thing as it did earlier that day.

The little boy placed his head lightly on his shoulder, as Eddie placed his hand carefully on the back of his head. “Hey bud” Eddie mumbled as he placed a small kiss on Chris' head. Eddie had his eyes locked on his girl, as he motions with his hand for her to come over.

She hesitates for a second, but eventually she gives in. She made her way towards Eddie, and curled her arms around his body. She could feel the feeling of panic and fear fade away as soon as she felt his arm locked around her body too and she took in his smell.

“I’m okay.. It’s okay..” he whispered as he could feel her arms curling tighter and tighter around his skin instead of loosening. Small sobbing sounds were coming from her mouth as she felt the tears falling down her eyes, onto her cheek and onto his ugly hospital gown.

Eddie’s hand traced slowly and calmly over her back. He placed a kiss on the side of her head as he tried to calm her down.

The others in the room could sense the emotional load that was rushing over the two. Tia motioned with her hand towards the rest of the people in the room, and then pointed to the door. They were going to give the two of them some time alone.

She didn’t want to let go.

Buck briefly placed his hand onto his sister's shoulder as he made his way out of the room together with Chris, Eddie’s tia and abuela. Eddie was sure he could hear Chris ask Buck a quiet “Why are we leaving?”. But he knew Buck could handle this.

After a few moments (Y/n) loosened her grip on the hug, she let go of Eddie and sat down in the chair next to his bed. She wipes her left hand slowly but carefully underneath her eyes to get rid of the tears, as Eddie held her right hand and his thumb rubbed over the back of her hand.

“Mi amor.. are you okay? You seem.. absent." he asks, as he keeps his eyes on (Y/n). Her eyes were locked on their hands, as a sigh rolled off her lips.

She tried to suppress her emotions as she pressed her lips together. He could practically guess the answer to that question, but he needed to hear it from her.

“No” she whispered as she turned her head away, trying to avoid his gaze. “I’m so sorry” her trembling voice continued.

Eddie's eyebrows furrowed at the words that came out of her mouth. What was she sorry for? Why was she apologizing? She didn’t do anything?

“What are you talking about?” Eddie asked as he tried his best to let the words come out easily and keep his eyes open from the anesthesia.

“When Hen called me, telling me what happened to you, it was like my whole world stopped.” She said as she found the courage to tell him what happened.

Eddie stayed silent as he held her hand even tighter.

“I felt like I was dying, I couldn’t control my breathing and my heart..-“ she stopped as she pressed her free hand onto her chest. “I-it felt like a heart attack” she said.

“A-a panic attack” Eddie concluded. Of course he tried to match the symptoms with the right diagnosis. She nodded slowly.

“I think I scared him, Eddie. He came into the kitchen when it happened.” she explains and looks down to the floor. “I’m so sorry” she cried.

Eddie couldn’t do anything since he was hooked up to the monitors and tubes. “It’s not your fault mi amor ” he said weakly, looking to his side, as he watched her in the chair next to his bed.

“It was a human reaction, you couldn't have known that you would’ve reacted like that.” He told her as he squeezed her hand, making her look at him now. “And for all it's worth.. I think you’re going to be a great mom one day.” he added.

She still looked sad. She still felt bad for the way she reacted, and scared the living daylight out of Eddie’s son. The fact that her brother had to come over and help her calm down again, made her feel like a little kid again.

“Come here” he said as it went silent for a bit and let go of her hand.

He could sense that she’s still worried about it. The confusion was visible on her entire face, questioning if it was right what she heard her boyfriend say.

Eddie moved slowly a little more to the other side as he made more space and patted his hand on the mattress. “Come on” he said as he connected his eyes with hers.

“Eddie.. I don’t want to hurt you” she whispered as she looked at him with some kind of puppy eyes. “You won’t” he answered.

“Eddie-“ she wanted to tell him this wasn’t a good idea, it was better for her to stay in the chair or go home with Chris. “Just get in the bed” he said.

She stood up from her chair as she sat down on the hospital bed and laid down on her side, trying to avoid hurting her boyfriend. (Y/n) placed her head on his chest, trying to avoid putting too much pressure on his skin.

Eddie’s fingers slowly traced up and down on her skin, and switched between making little drawings and little lines. (Y/n) could hear Eddie’s heartbeat, which made the anxiety in her body go away.

They just laid there. For minutes, maybe even hours. It didn’t matter. There were probably people waiting, wanting to see Eddie. But at this moment, he had one mission, and that was being there for his girlfriend.

“Marry me” he broke the silence, the words just left Eddie’s lips like a whisper, not wanting to be too loud in the silence they experienced for minutes. He felt the weight on his skin become lighter.

She heard him. But he wasn’t sure if he wanted her to hear those words.

(Y/n) placed her hand onto his chest as she pushed her body up for a bit, to make eye contact with him, looking at him as if he was speaking Chinese.

“When I get out of here. Will you marry me?” He then asked again, but this time with more certainty in his voice.

He wanted this, whatever he was feeling, besides the morphine and anesthesia, to be forever.

A frown popped up on her face. “Eddie, on a scale from one to ten, how high are you on pain meds right now?” she asked him dead serious.

“Probably a twelve..” he said weakly as he tried to keep his eyes connected with hers. She chuckled for a second. “I’m sure this is the pain meds talking” she answered.

“No, I’m serious. Marry me.” He then said again, more determined than ever. “Ed-” but she got cut off by him. “(Y/n) I’m not joking. I want you to be in my life, in Chris’ life. I want to call you my wife.” He just blurted out.

A smile appeared on her face, “Are you serious?” she asked, she needed a double check. “Dead serious.” He then answered.

She placed her chin onto her hand that was still on his chest and sighed. “Then, I’d be honored to call you my future husband.” She smiled, and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Te amo..” he mumbled as he felt her warm hand on his cheek and smiled at the touch.

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Is She Okay- Part 2

Here is the second part of my Donovan Rocker imagine, thank you all for the lovely messages on the first part. I have lots more Rocker content in store.

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Swat Masterlist

Part 1

Summary: While (Y/n) is on restricted duties at Swat, she starts to feel unwell, but doesn't want to bother the team, especially her husband. But they have to race back to help her when they realise something is very wrong with her.

Enjoy.

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It proved to Rocker that his wife really was in a bad way because if she were more herself, she would of protested him picking her up and carrying her anywhere in front of the rest of Swat. But she didn't make one grumble or remark. All she did was smother her burning temple against his shoulder and loop her arms sluggishly around his neck.

He had a feeling she would pass out before he got her to hospital.

Rocker ignored the eyes burning into him, the frantic stares being cast their way and the fact that every member of Swat stopped what they were doing to watch him carry his wife out of here. He had to get her to the emergency room and make sure she and the baby were okay.

"You just stay awake with me, sweetheart." He muttered softly against her temple as he twisted to the side and used his shoulder to push open the door leading to the car park. "You're gonna be fine."

Rocker could feel his nerves going haywire when he finally pulled up outside the emergency room. He fumbled for the blue light in his door pocket and dumped it on the dashboard, along with his badge so if anyone saw his car, they wouldn't try and clamp him or get it towed.

He had an emergency and he had to get his wife as close to the emergency room as possible. There hadn't been time back at Swat to call and wait for an ambulance when Rocker could drive her here faster.

He opened the passenger door as slowly as he could, knowing (Y/n) had been leaning her temple against the window. He wasn't sure whether she was still conscious or not. While driving down here he kept squeezing her thigh and nudging her shoulder but all he got were small murmurs and disgruntled sounds.

"Baby, you with me?" His thumb brushed across her cheek and he sighed in relief when her eyelids flickered and she murmured something that resembled his name. She hadn't passed out- yet.

He undid her belt and slowly shimmied her towards him until her head fell on his shoulder. (Y/n) managed to loop her arms around his neck and Rocker slid an arm beneath her knees and the other around her back, hoisting her up in his arms so she was cradled against his chest. He shut the door with his hip and made a beeline for the emergency room.

He wasn't sure how he was going to get her in there and ask for help at the same time, but the panic dwindled down when he saw a nurse with an empty gurney.

Before she had chance to steer the gurney out of sight, Rocker pressed the heel of his boot against the front wheel and twisted to carefully ease (Y/n) down. This was easier than lying (Y/n) down on a waiting room chair and trying to tell someone his case was urgent. This way he could get her examined quicker.

"I'm Officer Rocker with Swat, this is my wife and she needs a doctor."

The nurse looked a little more than purturbed and put-out and being comandeered like this, but the moment Rocker flashed his badge at her, she seemed to agree. She moved towards the end of the gurney and began pushing it back through towards the assessment ward she had just come from. And Rocker hurried swiftly by her side.

Once they were in a free cubicle, the nurse flagged down a doctor and another nurse so they could transfer (Y/n) onto the bed in the middle of the room. Once the doctor entered the room, the young nurse muttered "Emergency," before she looked over at Rocker so he could fill them in.

"Okay, what's the problem?"

Rocker's eyes remained on his wife, watching intently as the nurses moved the slip-sheet on the gurney to slide (Y/n) from the gurney onto the bed. He didn't like the way (Y/n) jolted or coiled her arms around her chest and he grimaced when she brought her knees up towards her stomach like she wanted to curl up into a ball.

He moved forward to stand beside the bed and he quickly took (Y/n)'s hand in his when he heard his name pass her lips. He was still here, he hadn't left her and he wasn't about to either.

"For the past few days she said she was feeling drained and headaches, this afternoon she was disorientated and confused." Rocker's free hand moved to scratch the back of his neck out of nervous habit. "Uh, God, she collapsed at work, threw up, she's barely conscious. Her temp was thirty-nine point five when I checked."

He watched the nurse peel back (Y/n)'s eye to shine a light across her pupils while another checked her temperature again, confirming she had a fever.

"Alright, let's get some cooling pads and an IV, I want bloods taken to check for infection. Can I assume she's pregnant?"

Rocker nodded, daring to dart his eyes down to (Y/n)'s stomach. "Nineteen weeks." He almost dreaded speaking about the baby in case it jinxed their chances. He had no idea what was wrong with (Y/n) or if this was going to cause complications with the baby. It wasn't as if (Y/n) was over twenty four weeks and stood a chance of having the baby now if worst come to the worst.

He didn't want to contemplate losing the baby or what that would do to (Y/n).

Rocker began to glide his thumb up and down the back of (Y/n)'s hand which he held as close to his chest as he could. His eyes stayed focused on her while the doctor muttered a few things and moved to get what they needed to assess her.

He lifted his eyes when the nurse opposite him wheeled over an ECG machine, but when she tried to lift up (Y/n)'s shirt, (Y/n) flung her arm out. She didn't want to be touched.

A low whine left her lips and she tried to push forward until Rocker was within her line of sight.

"Come here sweetheart, you're alright." He let go of her hand and slid his hands down her waist to scrunch up the bottom of her shirt. This time, (Y/n) didn't put up a fight, but she didn't seem pleased when Rocker pulled her shirt up over her head and wriggled it from her arms. That would be easier than rolling it up and down constantly for monitoring and examining her.

He held both (Y/n)'s wrists in his hands and held them against his lower chest to try and keep her from fighting off the nurses.

His thumbs stroked up and down the back of her hands and he leaned down to peck her knuckles. Proving a useful distraction so the nurse could apply the blue tag stickers to (Y/n)'s chest and keep an eye on her heartbeat. He watched (Y/n) tilt her head down to see what was now stuck uncomfortably to her chest, but she couldn't wriggle her hands from Rocker's grip to move them.

"Let's take some blood samples."

Rocker didn't like the sound of that, and he could see (Y/n) had heard it too because she started to writhe on the bed. A round of whimpers left her lips and she shook her head until it made her feel like her brain was being violently thrown back and forth across a tennis court.

Twisting round, he perched down on the side of the bed and held both (Y/n)'s arms out over his lap.

One of the nurses stood at his side with a tray beside her and she shared a look with him once she strapped the plastic band around (Y/n)'s right arm just above her elbow.

(Y/n) shook her head. She wanted to go home. She didn't want to be poked and prodded at the hospital. Wasn't she supposed to be at work right now? Hicks wouldn't be happy that she hadn't finished her shift. What would the team say? They would all think she was a let down, that she was useless.

Tears welled up in her eyes, especially when she felt Rocker leaning over her and his hand grazing along the side of her neck. He brushed his thumb over her jaw while his other hand held her wrist and the nurse held her other arm straight so she could try and take some blood samples.

Rocker hated the way (Y/n) started to shake and the nurse kindly waited while (Y/n) twisted in their direction and pressed the top of her knees into Rocker's hip.

"It's okay." He murmured softly, applying the slightest pressure on (Y/n)'s wrist to keep her from jerking her arms out when the needle slipped into the crease of her elbow.

He watched the nurse take one vile, then switch it for another one, but after the third vile he was relieved that she stopped. How much blood did she want to take? How many tests were they going to do? What would they be searching for?

"We're gonna get you on an IV now, okay?" The nurse ran her hand up and down (Y/n)'s arm as she took off the turniquet from (Y/n)'s arm and looked around for the IV line instead.

(Y/n) dug her hand into Rocker's thigh and creased forward while she tugged on his leg to gain his attention.

"What, sweetheart?" He murmured softly, sliding his hand round from the side of her neck to rake through her hair at the back of her head.

"Sick." (Y/n) closed her eyes and tilted her head down as she tried to bring her knees up towards her stomach. She didn't feel good, she felt like she was going to be sick and she wasn't sure whether it was because of whatever ailment she had or because she'd just had her bloods done.

She felt Rocker move his hand back down to the back of her neck and he held her arm, helping to shuffle her towards the edge of the bed where the nurse was holding out a cardboard sick bucket for her. All of (Y/n)'s body began to shake when she threw up, and she clung to Rocker while he gathered her hair in his hand to hold it behind her head. The last thing she needed was her hair getting in the way when she was throwing up.

"Let it out, good girl." He roamed his hand up and down her back and leaned forward to kiss her exposed shoulder to try and calm her down and make her feel a tiny bit better.

(Y/n) nodded that she was finished and tried to bury her face in the pillow. Her eyes stayed closed and she clung to Rocker's arm while the nurse managed to get an IV needle in the back of her right hand. She barely felt it but she could feel her head starting to spin.

"Alright, let's turn you over sweetheart." Rocker stood up from the bed and carefully helped ease (Y/n) onto her back when the doctor came in with some cooling pads. They needed to get her fever down and this was a good start until they found out what was causing it and found her the right antibiotics and treatment.

(Y/n) shivered at the pads being placed on her arms and wrists but she shrugged away from the one near her neck. She was burning up and the cool pressure made her feel worse. Couldn't they let her go to sleep? Couldn't they just make her better so she could go home and get back to work sooner?

She could feel her mind running at ten miles a minute, but when Rocker's hand began to glide up and down her arm, she reached out for him. Her nimble fingers curled around his wrist and she moved his hand down towards her stomach. (Y/n) could feel the tension in his touch, like he didn't want to touch her and cause her any pain or send himself into a panic.

"T-the baby?"

"Will be fine, sweetheart. They're gonna look after you both." Rocker couldn't refrain from gliding his thumb up and down her stomach, something he did hundreds of times a day when he was around her. But he never felt as worried as he did right now.

God, he hoped they would both be alright.

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"What's that?" (Y/n) lifted her head from where it rested on Rocker's thigh as both of them looked towards the doctor walking into the room. She couldn't see what he had on the trolley he was wheeling in, but she had a feeling she wouldn't like it.

Rocker continued to glide his hand up and down her back and his other hand was resting on (Y/n)'s arm. She was laid on her side in the bed with Rocker sat up against the pillows and (Y/n) laid with her head and arms folded on his lap.

She was still burning a fever, she was sweating enough to make Rocker's thighs damp and he was sweating from the heat she was radiating. But they had a fan on in the room and the IV was helping; (Y/n)'s temperature had gone down almost one degree. She was more lucid than she had been after a nap and she woke up on a ward, much to her dismay.

"Your bloods have come back, you have a bad infection, so I've got some antibiotics and a new saline bag for you."

Relief coursed through (Y/n) at the knowledge that she didn't have to be poked or prodded again, and she didn't need any injections.

She could barely keep her eyes open as she twisted her head to watch the doctor pause the IV machine and switch out the saline bags. He kept the time low though, meaning more fluids got into her system at a faster rate.

"Have you managed to drink the water the nurse gave you?"

(Y/n) nodded. The water bottle she had been given, combined with the saline in her IV made her desperate for the toilet. Rocker had encouraged her to drink the water, and then had to remind her not to go to the toilet yet; they wanted to do a scan to check on the baby.

"Good, shall we do the ultrasound now then?" They all knew the sooner the better to make sure the baby was doing okay.

Rocker moved his hands down to help (Y/n) sit up, but when he tried to get up, she pushed back against him. She didn't want him to leave her; she wanted him to stay right where he was, sat right behind her. A smile creased at his lips and he started to run his hands up and down her arms while he pressed a kiss to the back of her head.

It took some effort to keep her eyes open and drag the hospital gown she had been changed into, up so her stomach was on show. Just looking down at her stomach made a shiver crawl down (Y/n)'s spine and she reached her hand up to clasp Rocker's wrist when his hand stayed on her shoulder.

She wasn't sure what either of them would do if this scan didn't go well.

Her eyes closed and she turned to press her cheek into Rocker's chest causing him to kiss the top of her head. He breathed into her hair, tightening both hands on (Y/n)'s shoulders while the doctor set up the ultrasound and he felt the way (Y/n) pushed into him when it started.

She still didn't feel well. She was sweating through her clothes, feeling rather lucid and half asleep and the ultrasound was making her uncomfortable with all the fluids she had consumed.

She didn't want to open her eyes. She didn't want to look at the screen in case they were going to be given bad news of any sort. Why couldn't they have done the ultrasound when she had been unconscious? Couldn't they have dosed her with more fluids and done it sooner so she didn't have to witness it?

"The heartbeat is a bit fast, but with your high blood pressure that's to be expected. Blood flow is fine, baby is in correct place. We'll keep a close eye, regular checks to make sure we have no complications, but for now let's wait and see if these antibiotics work."

(Y/n) was sure she could feel Rocker smiling into her hair and once she pulled her gown back down, his arms moved down from her shoulders to cocoon around her waist. He held her against his chest, murmuring something incoherent into her hair but the feeling of his voice made her blood tingle all the same.

That was better news than either of them had anticipated. (Y/n) felt sure that something would have been wrong. She hadn't been so sure she would get to hear a heartbeat after how awful she had been feeling.

But the baby was okay.

"How are we doing in here?"

(Y/n) looked up at the door as a sheepish smile flooded her face when she watched her team crowd round the doorway. When she waved them in, they all piled into her room.

She watched Joe, Adam, Deacon and Hondo filter into the room like they were bodyguards coming to protect her. She clicked her back into place and swung her legs over the side of the bed, thankful she was back wearing her own clothes and not the useless gowns the hospital provided. Although (Y/n) was aware she looked far from her best.

Her hair was done up in a loose bobble to keep it from her eyes. She was wearing sweat pants and one of Rocker's sleeveless hoodies because she still felt rather warm even though her fever had all but gone by now. There were bags beneath her eyes and she looked sluggish and far from her best, not how she would want any of her colleagues to see her. But they had come to check on her and (Y/n) was more than grateful for their support.

"Hi, you all didn't have to come down here, you know." She was about to get up until Deacon sat down in the chair next to the bed, and both Joe and Adam, from her team, plonked themselves down on the bed like they belonged there.

"We had to see how our girl was doing, and find out when you're coming back in action."

"I don't think you'll be wanting me back, after last time." (Y/n) tried to smile, she tried to show that she was making a joke, but deep in her heart she knew she was taking a jibe at herself.

She had all but screwed their mission four days ago. She had sent them the wrong files, sent them the wrong way and didn't keep good communication over the comms. They would have better luck with whoever was helping them out while she was on sick leave.

She lifted her gaze from her thighs to look over at Deacon when he nudged her knee with his and smiled softly at her.

"You do know Hicks has taken over the radio in your absence? He's not doing the best job." Deacon rubbed the back of his neck, trying to be polite in the way he worded it, but he had no need when Adam groaned.

"Please come back, we much prefer your jokes and that sweet voice to Mr Grumpy, you know."

"I'll be back soon. Please tell me one of you can drive me home?" (Y/n) folded her arms over her bump, almost protectively, and looked between them. She almost felt bad when Hondo simply leaned his head to one side in that manner that showed he didn't quite believe her.

Whereas Joe nudged her knee and raised a brow. "Are you being discharged today?"

"I-"

"No, she is not. Don't let her try and wrangle a lift home." Rocker's voice cut through the air as (Y/n) hung her head and dropped her shoulders.

There goes her attempt at heading home a bit sooner than planned. She just wanted to leave. She didn't want to be here any longer. The IV in her hand kept coming out during the night when she tossed and turned and although the antibiotics were clearly working, they were making her feel sick. Her blood pressure had gone down and the baby was as fine as ever, but they wanted to keep her on observation until her antibiotic course finished.

Closing the door behind him, Rocker took a sip of his coffee and moved to take the seat opposite Deacon on the other side of the bed. He looked up at his wife with that firm expression that made her pout, silently asking forgiveness she didn't truly need.

"I wanna go home."

"Not until your discharged."

(Y/n) huffed and swung her legs back onto the bed, crossing them beneath her as she looked around the others who were chuckling and smiling. And she heard Adam mutter "He's the boss," under his breath. They weren't going argue with the doctor, and none of them were going to argue with Rocker either. (Y/n) wasn't going anywhere until she was cleared; Rocker wasn't having her go home until she was well enough.

"Then it's a good job we brought you these."

A grin wormed onto (Y/n)'s face when Hondo held a bag out towards her. She took a peek inside, feeling sparks of adrenaline flying through her system. They had brought her books. A few different genres to read, and then two puzzle books to keep her mind from driving her insane in these four little walls. They knew she liked to keep busy and alert.

"Thank you." They knew her well. They knew books and mind puzzles would entertain her much more than the strange and rather dull magazines they had downstairs in the shop near the cafeteria. The team knew (Y/n) would rather be doing something than sitting here watching tv. She was one of them, trained to be alert and constantly on the go at all times.

She couldn't resist from getting one of the puzzle books out to flick through and see what kind of questions and games and riddles it contained. She managed to listen in on the conversation flowing between the team surrounding her as they joked and made light of the situation. And they were all clearly relieved to know (Y/n) was already on the mend and would be better within no time.

She smiled when Rocker pecked her neck and moved the bag of books to the floor so it was out of her way. But her attention drifted over to Joe when he patted her thigh.

"Sorry, by the way." Joe's voice was quiet even though he knew Rocker could hear him, although his Sergeant continued to talk to Deacon, pretending not to hear.

"What for?"

"The other day, you were ill and I didn't think… I got snappy over the comms when I shouldn't have." He dipped his head down and looked to his hands for a few seconds.

While he looked down, (Y/n) glanced over at her husband who shared a surprised look with her. She couldn't determine whether Rocker had told Joe to apologise, or whether he had simply had a stern word with him which made Joe feel the need to say sorry.

He had snapped at (Y/n) a little when she started getting confused and giving the wrong information, but (Y/n) didn't hold it against him. She should have told the team sooner that she didn't feel well and let someone else take over from her. It wasn't their fault and they had all been under pressure, Joe didn't speak out of term so (Y/n) hadn't given it any more thought.

She knew Rocker would have, but that was a different story. He was protective and although he was always fair, considering his wife worked on his team, he would have said something to Joe about his attitude.

"I gave the wrong information-"

"You were ill-"

"Doesn't mean you didn't have the right to be concerned and a bit annoyed. Truce?"

When Joe nodded, (Y/n) patted his arm and smiled. He had every right to be concerned and annoyed because no one knew she hadn't been feeling well and she could have caused problems during that mission if she had been any worse. It was lucky they managed to get it done and get back to base and find her in time.

She wouldn't hold it against him for getting a bit grouchy over the comms as long as he and the rest of the team didn't hold it against her for telling them some wrong information when she wasn't well.

***

Lifting her head, (Y/n) looked to the side when she felt a soft pat on her shoulder and she was greeted with a familiar, warm smile. She smiled when Chris gave her shoulder a squeeze and moved to walk past her, clearly heading out of the locker room and towards the main base.

"Good to have you back." She called over her shoulder which caused (Y/n)'s smile to soften and she dipped her head.

She cast her eyes around the room just as she shut her locker and when her eyes landed on her husband, she grinned. He was tucking his shirt into the waistband of his trousers which were pulled high over his hips. The usual work shirt Rocker wore made the sleeves look tight around his biceps like the material was cutting through his skin like a tight band.

He lifted his head, as if sensing a pair of eyes on him, and he aimed her way, grinning widely when he noticed that they were the only ones in the locker room.

They were always professional and courteous when on shift together, Rocker was technically her boss since he was the head of the team (Y/n) was in. But at least now she was on restricted duties, it didn't matter if they shared the odd hug or kiss here and there, or when pet names rolled off the tongue.

"You good?" He murmured, reaching his arm out to wrap around (Y/n)'s waist so he could coil her into his chest like a fish on a hook. His lips attached to the top of her head and his thumb brushed up and down her hip when she bound her arms around his chest to hug him back.

"Yeah." She spoke softly, her breaths fanning through his shirt against his chest like she was trying to warm him up.

"Sure?" Rocker tilted his head to one side when (Y/n) didn't look up at him. He knew she was well enough to be back at work now after two weeks off, and he knew she was more than happy to be back into routine and a sense of normality again. But he could feel the slight hesitation and the tension in her muscles like she didn't want to leave the locker room just yet.

When she didn't answer, Rocker unravelled his arm from her waist and turned so they were facing one another. His hands cupped her face and he dropped his head down so their temples were lightly pressing together. His lips curved into a tender smile and he pecked her lips.

"Talk to me, sweetheart."

"I'm okay, I promise, I just… I don't want the team to look at me differently." (Y/n) almost felt silly for thinking it, let alone voicing her worries to Rocker. But he didn't laugh or roll his eyes or chide her, he simply nudged his nose against hers.

"And why would they do that?" No one had looked or treated (Y/n) any differently when they found out she was pregnant. They had made one or two jokes, purely in jest, that she was getting an easy life for now and that they would miss her out in the field, but that was it.

"I messed up, Rock, I made mistakes on that last call-"

"Hey, you didn't mess up. You were sick, there's a big difference. That's not gonna happen again, you know. You'll be okay."

He wouldn't have her thinking like that. He wouldn't have (Y/n) worrying that she would do the same again, because what happened last time wasn't her fault. She had been really ill and it could have been any of them that came down with an illness. Any of them could have made a mistake if they had been in her shoes.

"But I'm already on light duties, I- I don't want to be a burden to the team, or have anyone think I can't do my job." (Y/n) could feel her nose twitching with the sensation of wanting to cry.

She was nervous. Going back out there and doing her job again was what (Y/n) wanted to do, but she didn't want any funny looks.

Everyone here had seen Rocker carry her to the car. Her whole team heard her stutter and mumble and get things wrong over the radio, they had all seen how ill she was. (Y/n) didn't want them to look at her differently or think she was going to be a burden from now on. She could do her job, but she knew there might be a few people who would think it would be better to replace her already. (Y/n) didn't want to burden the team.

She was brought out of her thoughts when Rocker started rubbing his thumbs along her cheekbones and he leaned down to peck her lips. She could feel the intensity in his touch and her stomach bubbled to life when he pressed his chest and abdomen up against her.

"If anyone thinks or says that, they'll have me to deal with." Each word was spoken in hushed tones against her lips, both knowing someone could walk in at any moment and this would have to revert to a platonic chat.

He wouldn't have anyone saying or thinking those things whether they were on his team or not. (Y/n) wasn't a burden and no one was going to make her feel like she was.

"You're an asset. You do your job just like you always do, and no one will say anything except to sing your praises."

(Y/n) found herself nodding along as she moved her hands to cup his wrists, as if making sure he didn't let her go.

"But, you have to promise me something, sweetheart."

She nudged her nose against his before leaning her head back just a little so she could look up at him properly without his image turning fuzzy from proximity. The look in her eyes told him to carry on, she was listening intently, wondering what she was about to agree to.

"If you don't feel good, you tell me. I don't care whether it's a headache or a dizzy spell, I have to know. I won't have you getting ill on my watch again; you promise me?"

He didn't care what anyone said or thought if (Y/n) said she didn't feel great. If she had any symptoms, no matter how brief or painless, then Rocker wanted to know. He had to know so if he went out on a mission, he could tell someone she hadn't been feeling well. He needed to know so if she got worse he had that pre-warning and he could keep an eye on her.

(Y/n)'s health mattered more to him than anyone on the team thinking he was going soft or prioritising. He always told the team if something was wrong or they didn't feel one hundred percent then they had to tell him. This was no different.

And Rocker didn't care if (Y/n) thought because this was Swat, that she had to carry on working and be strong. What happened the other week proved that they had to work as a team, a unit, and if she wasn't okay then they would all help take care of her. As long as they knew.

He smiled softly when (Y/n) nodded, uttering "I promise," before she pushed up and connected their lips again.

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I’m Sorry

(Tom) Peter Parker x reader

Requested by @megafandomsxassemble

Synopsis: Peter tries to save you from Green Goblin, but he’s too late (set during No Way Home at the final battle)

“Ned, Ned are you ok?”

Ned groaned as Peter helped him up.

“I’m fine. I couldn’t get the portal to close…”

“Where’s Y/N?”

Ned’s eyes darted around the school lab.

“She was here just a second ago, I swear.”

Peter felt panic grip him as he frantically called out your name, with no response. A bone-chilling cackle dragged Peter’s attention outside, and he saw the Green Goblin zip by on his hovercraft.

“Go,” Ned insisted. “I’ll find her.”

“I can’t, not until I know she’s ok!”

“Um, Peter?” Ned’s eyes were wide with fear when Green Goblin made another pass in front of them. “I found her.”

Peter turned, a mix of his spidey senses and his gut instinct hinting to him what Ned already knew.

“Peter!” You struggled against the Green Goblin’s hold as he held you by your waist, your arms pinned to your sides.

“I think you lost something, Peter,” Goblin called, cackling that awful laugh again.

“Let her go!” Peter rushed back through Ned’s portal, stopping at the edge of a catwalk: he couldn’t get to you, Green Goblin’s hovercraft was too far away.

“I don’t think you want me to do that, Peter. But if you insist…”

“No!”

Peter didn’t hesitate. The moment Green Goblin’s hold released on you and you began to fall, he was falling with you.

His outstretched fingers brushed yours, and he was certain he could get a hold.

Until Green Goblin changed directions, the wing of his hoverboard catching Peter’s shoulder and sending him spinning at the wrong angle, the wrong direction.

“No!” He cried out, firing out a web in your direction. It took so long to reach you that at first Peter thought it had missed you entirely, but then he felt the tug from the web, and he gripped it tightly.

He shot another web above him, and soon his own descent was stopped. Once it was, he was able to see clearly, and he looked down trying to find you. His angle was off, he could see you but he couldn’t tell if the web had gotten there in time; he couldn’t tell if you were moving.

Moving swiftly, he attached the web that was holding you to a nearby catwalk, before making his way down to the floor to be near you.

Only when he was on the ground did he see it; your back was pressed up against the concrete, his web had slowed your descent, but you still hit the ground hard.

“Hey, hey,” he knelt beside you, breathing a sigh of relief when your eyes opened. “I’m here, I’m right here you’re ok.”

“Peter,” you breathed, before breaking into a fit of coughing. Peter couldn’t hold back his gasp when blood began to dribble down your chin. “Peter…”

“I’m sorry,” he cried. “I’m so so sorry, I’m gonna make it better, ok? I’m gonna get you to a hospital.”

“Too late,” you breathed, and he knew it was true. Even now, he could pick up on your fading, weakening heartbeat.

“No no no,” his hand made its way under your head, and he lifted you just slightly into his arms. “No, you’re gonna be fine, ok?”

“It’s ok,” you coughed, grabbing Peter’s free hand in your own. “It’s ok.”

“No. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.”

“It’s not…your fault…” your breaths were coming out in gasps. “Peter…” your hand was losing its grip on his despite your best efforts.

“I’m right here,” he promised, holding your hand in his before it could slip away.

“You…you were born to be Spider-Man, ok? I-I want you…” another round of coughing wracked your body before you could continue. “I want you to remember the people you saved, not the people you couldn’t.”

“Don’t say that,” Peter cried. “Don’t, don’t I can still save you! Don’t go, please don’t go. You can’t leave me…I love you!”

Despite the pain and your rapidly deteriorating heartbeat, at his words a wide smile broke out on your face, lighting up your eyes.

“I…I love…” your breath caught in your throat.

It was the last breath you would ever breathe.

“No,” Peter whimpered. “Please, please no.”

He heard it the moment that your heartbeat stopped. But that wasn’t what hurt the most.

What hurt him the most was watching that vibrant light, the one he had brought with just his words, slowly dim, before fading out completely.

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Scared for my life (Halstead x sister)                Jay had always been upfront to his sister about what he did when she became the age to understand the risks it took. But he never dreamed that one of his previous encounters would take his sister, the one person more important to him than his life.

Never threaten the Shelby sister                Tommy Shelby never believed y/n when she said a guy had threatened her life for something her brother did, but he soon realizes the truth when it becomes too late.

Fear turns to confession (Jay Halstead x reader)                Jay Halsteads friend in the army comes home, but feelings arise when she joins intellagence. Requested by @maybankangel

Phone call of terror (Will Halstead x reader)              While Will finishes work for the day, y/n calls him to organise plans for dinner, but during that call a bang is heard and caous soon follows.    Requested by @megafandomsxassemble

Train of fear (Gideon x daughter reader)                Gideon had raised his daughter on his own since her mother left  them, and from that she became one of the best FBI officers out there. But sometimes with the FBI comes risk, and while taking the train to work with Elle, things take an unexpected turn.

Birthday cake (Hotch x daughter reader) – song dylan conrique              It’s her moms first birthday since her death, and y/n can’t help but feel sad as she remembers the fond memories together.

Better than he ever could (Sky x reader) Y/n reveals to Sky that she is pregnant, and Sky swears he'll be a better Father than his own was. Requested by @cruesfavgirl

Tags: @dark-academia-slut @lyria-skyfall @mxacegrey @sassyqueen15 @loverofthings2425

Social media: Birthday girl (Marvel cast x platonic reader)              Y/n has been a part of the marvel cast since she was 4, and the cast can’t help but shower her with love and affection as she turns 15.

Set fire to the rain (Severide x Hermann daughter) Y/n and Severide have been married for 4 years, now trying for a baby they struggle, and fear they may never have their own child

Secrets can't always be kept to yourself (BAU x teen reader) 17 year old joins the FBI on an internship, and is holding a secret. But working with the BAU crew means nothing stays secret for long, but will they find out before it becomes too late.

Also continuing: I just want my dad (Silva x daughter)

In which the inevitable becomes reality (Reagan family x daughter)

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Masterlist?

Yep! Here are all my fics on tumblr

... and here they are on ao3

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Masterlist?

Here you go, lovely! Let me know if the links don’t work!

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Masterlist?

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Intruder

Fandom: Chicago Med, Chicago PD

Pairing: Will Halstead x Reader, Jay Halstead x Sister-In-Law!Reader

Genre: drama, angst, romance, thriller

Warnings: violence, swearing, gunfire, stabbing, injuries

Word Count: 3770

Requested by @megafandomsxassemble: Hi! New follower here! Love your account btw ❤️ My request is as a nurse/Dr./Surgeon, you get off work and head home and Will having an hour left of his own shift. You call Will after you get home and ask him if he wanted you to grab dinner or just go to bed when he gets home. As youre on the phone with him, you hear a thud (intruders or serial killer...you pick). "Will, there's someone in the house. Call Jay." He does and Wil rushes home to find you stabbed/shot/hurt severely in some way. Jay runs in and tries to help. You decide the ending. (Inspired by Arrow 3 19 Thea Queen Stabbed) Thanks love. Im so excited to read this.

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Walking up to your front door it was like your body knew it was time to creak into a defunct heap on the couch. Your back ached and your shoulders were stiff, your feet were in dire need of your husband’s hands to massage them - the perks of being an ED doctor.

Will, your aforementioned husband, had unfortunately been caught by a last-minute patient, leaving you to make the return home a solo journey.

You’re clutching a bag of takeout in one hand as you keep your phone pressed between your ear and your shoulder, using your other free hand to turn the key in the front door and nudge the door handle down with your elbow.

“Yeah I just got in, I’ve got us a few dishes to share from that Turkish place we like, I was just gonna have a snack and then eat the main bit with you when you got in.”

Will was sat in the on-call room, glancing over scans for what would hopefully be his last patient of the night. He smiled at your words, he wanted nothing more than to be on his way home to enjoy dinner on the couch with you, both of you resting and indulging in a film before bed.

“Honey, don’t wait for me, it’ll get cold. Just enjoy the food, and I’ll have it when I get in.”

You frown, plopping your keys into the bowl on the table by the front door, gently pushing the door itself shut with your foot. The bag of takeout rustling in your arms as you start to walk down the hall to the kitchen, “Will, babe, are you sure, I really don’t mind-” 

Your sentence is cut off by a loud thud coming from upstairs, icy cold fear strikes you in the gut. You glance upward, trying to steady your breath, searching for a rational explanation for the noise. Staring at the ceiling, ears straining to hear a second sound.

Had the neighbour’s cat got in again?

Will’s not focused on the scans now, waiting near impatiently for you to continue, the numbers on the call’s time still ticking upward. The sudden silence was worrying. “Y/N? Are you still there?” 

You feel your adrenaline remain on alert, your spidey senses won’t relent, knowing that it wasn’t just a random thud. Only to hear the sound of heavy boots, moving at speed towards the stairs, confirming your fear, 

The footsteps leave you no time to turn back towards the front door, placing the food on the table as quietly as possible, tucking yourself into the small pantry and pulling the door closed by the apron hook on the inside. The boots descend with resounding stomps, making you shiver, you whisper quickly and as calmly as possible to your husband, “Will, call Jay, there’s someone in the house. Please, call Jay.”

Will feels his entire reality spin, standing up and knocking the chair over he plucks the door open, stepping out into the ED. Maggie eyes him worriedly, seeing the urgency in his expression as he marches over to her. 

“Sweetheart, find somewhere safe to hide or get out if you can, I’m gonna hang up and call Jay, alright? It’s gonna be okay, we’re coming. Put your phone on silent, leave the line open, I’m gonna call you right back.”

“I’m in the pantry. I couldn’t get out to the front in time. I love you.”

“I love you, sweetheart. Stay put, find something you can use to defend yourself. I’m gonna call Jay, hold on.”

The line cuts, you are left alone as the sounds stop again, squeezing your eyes shut as your head spins. Waiting in anticipation of what could happen next, turning slowly in the dark to feel for the rolling pin you knew was on a shelf in the pantry.

“Will?” Maggie queries, reaching out to touch his arm, not liking the look on his face one bit. He stands, foot-tapping restlessly as he waits for Jay to answer. 

“Come on, Jay, come on…” Will glances at Maggie, 

“It’s Y/N, someone’s in the house. She’s hiding.” Maggie’s eyes widen, squeezing his hand as she waits with him. He exhales, trying to wrangle his nerves, almost jumping when a voice answers at the other end.

“Hey man, I’m just on my way to yo-”

“Don’t come to Med, go to the house. Y/N’s trapped in the pantry, someone’s in there, Jay. Someone’s in the house.” 

Jay barely lets Will finish the sentence before he flips the sirens on, swerving in traffic to turn around towards your and Will’s house. You and he had become really good friends, and he adored having you as his sister-in-law. “I’m on my way, she got a weapon?”

Will’s voice is frantic, shaky, “I don’t know, she’s in there with jars and tins, maybe a rolling pin? I told her to keep the line open and the phone on silent so I could call her back.”

Jay’s focus is solely on weaving in and out of traffic carefully, taking the quickest route to you. “Alright, man. Let me call her, okay? So I can hear what’s going on. I’m gonna get her, don’t you worry. I’ll call the team in too. You just get there safe.” 

“Ok, thanks, Jay. I’m on my way.” Maggie is practically steering Will out of the ED and towards the parking lot. 

“Go, it’s okay, I’ll get someone to cover your patient and I’ll let Goodwin know.”

“Thanks, Mags.” He drops a quick kiss on her cheek.

“Let me know what happens, Will” Maggie pleads.

“You got it.” He calls back, hurriedly running out of the building and to the car.

You feel a strange sense of relief when your fingertips brush over smooth round marble, the fancy and quite weighty rolling pin Will had bought you for Christmas was about to provide an altogether different use. You knew it wasn’t a match for a gun or a knife, but it was almost certainly better than nothing. Gripping it tight like a baseball bat, you waited with bated breath for the intruder to find you, ready to swing at either the crotch or the head with everything you had and make a run for it to the outside world. 

Your phone illuminates silently with Jay’s caller ID and you hastily flick the “answer” button up as your phone connects the call, resuming your stance and preparedness with controlled breath.

Jay doesn’t speak, only listens for any sound that might occur within the house.

After what felt like an hour’s silence from the boot steps, they continue down the hall towards you. 

“Come out, baby, I know you’re here, I heard you talking to loverboy and I’m not in the mood for games.” A voice teases. You swallow hard, a light sheen of sweat forming on your skin, it was hot in the space and that voice did nothing good for your nerves. You wished Jay would appear, so you could be safe with your brother-in-law until Will came for you. 

Staying ready with your ‘weapon’, hearing with each pulsing thud of your heart that the boots were stepping in time, getting closer. They were loud enough that, aside from the taunting, Jay could hear them on the other end of the line, willing time to pass faster as he drove to you. 

“Hang in there for me, Y/N.” He mutters, taking a turn to head towards your neighbourhood. 

-

The intruder is whistling now, a casual yet haunting tune that sends spikes of fear into your stomach, they stop outside the pantry door. The handle begins to turn and hot prickly fear runs down your spine, without thinking you take a swing as soon as the door is open, hearing the sickening crunch of the rolling pin against the flesh and bone of the masked man's face.

You let out a yelp as you sidestep his groaning hunched-over form, not stopping to see him clutch at his now very bloody nose. Running towards the front of the house in strides you don't even register. Just as you reach the door you hear the most enraged roar, which in turn has you screaming in anger and fear as the iron grip of a fist clutches at your hair. You don't stop, still attempting to move forward even if you could feel your hair being ripped from your scalp.

Getting outside renews your hope of escape, ignoring the throbbing at the back of your bleeding scalp, screaming for help instantly as you sprint down the path to the sidewalk. Between the hedge and the open area of the street you feel it, just an intense pressure at first, then a terrible, white-hot, burning that you register as having been stabbed in your side - between the top of your hip and the start of your ribs.

Your legs keep moving but your body gives way, falling sideways onto the concrete, your elbow and your knee take the brunt but they're the least of your worries. The angle of the knife is such that you cannot twist your arms or your body to hold the wound, crying out with each searing spasm, blood thundering in your ears as a dark shadow looms over you.

You try and push away, but even with your unrelenting energy to keep moving, you knew you would be caught again. Bracing for what comes next you’re startled by the sound of several gunshots, and a voice yelling at your assailant. Then, there’s an almighty thwack of something, someone, hitting the ground a few feet away from you.

Hurried footsteps approach your side, and gentle hands soothe your head as something soft is placed beneath it. There’s a different kind of pressure on your side, something is being padded and tied around the knife still pressing into your agonised flesh, still, it's a pressure that makes you wail in pain, eyes fluttering as wooziness washes over you.

You think you can hear the voice apologising and telling you to stay awake.

“Y/N, it’s Jay, I’m right here, I’m gonna take care of you, Will’s coming. Can you hear me, Y/N?” 

“Nh… J-Jay…You came.” You mumble, he squeezes your hand, looking at you worriedly as he sees how ashen you're becoming, wondering where the hell the Ambo was and where Will was. 

“Hang tight, help’s coming, it’s coming, Y/N. You’re gonna be okay.”

You nod feebly, feeling the cold settle into your skin, you knew you’d pass out soon, and your blood pressure starts to drop more than was acceptable for still being in the field. You exhale weakly as you hear the piercing sound of sirens even through your muffled hearing, feeling like it was okay to sleep now.

“No, no, it’s here, the ambulance is here, stay with me, Y/N!”  Jay squeezes your hand again, remaining firm pressure with his other on your wound, but you can’t oblige his frantic pleas. Letting your eyes drift with you into unconsciousness. 

“Detective?” The paramedic jogs over, making a swift exchange of hands with Jay as their partner begins to work on you as well. Jay exchanges details of your injury, how long you’d stayed conscious, the rate of bleeding, and your age. He stands, hands covered in your blood, a frantic look on his face as he spins around for a sign of Will. 

As if on queue your husband’s car comes speeding down the street, a factor Jay would absolutely overlook and fight anybody on if they queried it. 

“Jay!” Will yells, flinging his door shut, jacket half hanging off of him as he runs towards his brother, towards his home, towards you. 

“Will, thank god man, the paramedics are with her, she was stabbed in the right side, and she just lost consciousness.”

Will is moving past his brother at lightning speed, asking for an update from the paramedics who immediately recognised him from Med.

Jay does what he can only do in this situation, begin the investigation into your home invasion and subsequent stabbing, waiting for the rest of his team to arrive. It wouldn't be a complicated case as he had already taken out your attacker, but there were still processes to follow. You deserved closure and knowledge of who this was.

The sound of the gurney being brought to full height grabs his attention, hurrying over to Will to reassure him he'd be along to the hospital just as soon as the house and the scene were secure. The brothers exchange a caring glance as they part ways, Jay lets out an exhale as he watches you disappear into the ambulance, it was always harder when it was family. He was worried for you and worried about how his brother would handle seeing his wife in such a state.

-

The scene that meets your fellow colleagues leaves them all in a deeply shocked and concerned state for you, the knife had nicked part of your large intestine and caused significant bleeding, it had sent you to surgery for repair with Crockett.

Will was made to observe from the viewing room in the OR, Maggie staying by his side throughout the surgery as he paced anxiously back and forth, still covered in your blood and exhausted from a shift that had never officially ended.

After several hours the repair was complete and you were taken to a recovery room, in that process Maggie forced Will to change and take a quick shower, making the gentle quip that you didn’t deserve to smell his stink upon regaining consciousness.

Your husband sinks into the chair by your bedside, now back in his ordinary clothes, hair drying in a mess of red curls. He immediately clasps your hand, eyeing your pale and peaceful face, machines steadily beeping as they keep working to keep you stable. 

Those soft brown eyes fall closed for a moment, full of realisation that if Jay hadn’t arrived when he did you could have very well been taken from Will for good. The reality rolls around uncomfortably in his stomach, so much so that he has to take a moment to catch his breath and calm down. He soothes his thumb over your fingers, feeling the smooth metal of your wedding ring as a comfort to himself, letting a few stray tears fall. Head dropping as he focuses on the feel of you…

The sensation of wiggling fingers makes his head snap back up.

“Mh, no crying by my bedside, Mr Halstead…” Your voice is hoarse from the surgery, mouth dry and lips cracked. A small half-sob escapes your husband, smiling gratefully as he stands, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. You laugh a little too, but wince as you feel the strange tug of your sutures.

“Hey, you, take it easy.” Will coos, stroking your hair as he takes in the very wonderful sight of your open eyes and adoring smile directed at him. 

“I’m so glad to see you.” You whisper, humming gratefully as Will presses a straw and a cup full of water to your lips. 

“And I’m glad to see your beautiful face, honey. So glad.” He murmurs, taking the cup away when you’re done. Sitting back down in the chair so he can keep holding your hand and stroking his thumb over your wrist. 

You take a breath, as good as you can under the restriction of gauze and bandages to support your midsection. 

“Will…” You start, already feeling the emotions bubbling up to the surface. 

“Y/N, we don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready.” He reassures, hating to see you in such distress. For all his vows, he still couldn’t protect you from this. 

You shake your head a little, “No, it’s just… Will, I thought I’d never see you again, I thought our future was done.” You’re crying softly, desperate to be in the safety of Will’s warm embrace, to feel his lips brush against your neck and his voice talk soothingly to you, cursing that you couldn’t do much of anything right now. 

“It’s not done, baby. And we’ll never come close to anything like that again if I have anything to say about it.” Will stands once more, cradling your face carefully in his hands, the comfort of his palms soothes your aching head and stinging eyes. You feel his kisses land all over your cheeks, your jaw, chastely landing on your lips. 

“I’m right here, I got you.” He murmurs, you nod feebly, letting yourself be vulnerable where normally you’d go out of your way to be headstrong. 

There's a knock at your door, and you both turn your attention to a smiling Crockett.

"Ah, Dr Halstead and Dr Halstead. Good to see you awake, Y/N. How are you feeling?" His voice is soothing like Will's, you always did commend Dr Marcel for his bedside manner. He had been a good friend to you, and Will had worked things through with him in the past few years.

"Pretty rough, but also I guess pretty great considering you did a wonderful job of not letting me die." You smile half-heartedly, the grimness of that reality still had a sting to it.

He lets out a small chuckle, patting your leg.

"Well, let's do some checks, shall we? And then I can let you get back to being alive and making this guy run errands for ya." He winks at Will which earns him an eye-roll, but really Will's still grinning, turning his attention back to you with a twinkle in his eye, coming to hold your hand again.

"She can have whatever she wants."

-

Crockett finishes checking that everything’s as it should be after your surgery, leaving you to sit and doze peacefully as Will finally feels able to do the same with his head on the side of your bed, you keep your hand on top of his curls, lightly stroking through them in bouts of awakedness. 

It’s a few hours later, virtually in the dead of night, when Jay manages to leave the scene, take his own shower and come along to visit you. The nurse on duty was ready to boot him back in the direction of the exit, but he of course sneakily used his badge and an explanation of being the rescuing officer to come and see you. 

Carefully he approaches, trying not to wake either of you but you were so in and out that you just happened to be checking the time when his movement caught your eye. Initially, your heart lept, not sure who would be poking around at this time of night, but you relaxed back into your pillows at the sight of your also very tired-looking brother-in-law. 

You silently wave at him with a tired, appreciative, smile. You pat the other side of the bed, inviting him to sit in the chair opposite Will.

He silently moves further into the room, groaning quietly as his tired limbs meet the comfort of being able to sit. He sighs, giving you a chastising look.

You raise your eyebrows with a smirk, a silent "What?"

He speaks in a hushed tone, "Let's not do that again, you're my favourite sister-in-law and I'd be pretty damn disappointed if I lost you."

You huff out a silent laugh through your nose, "Buddy, I'm your only sister-in-law."

"Exactly, I only got one and she's kinda important. Besides, my grieving brother would be insufferable and likely to be moping for all eternity."

"Well, I better behave then, huh?" You reach out for him, still soothing Will's tired head with your other hand.

He immediately takes it, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Thank you for being there, Jay. I could have-... Well, you know." You exhale, just thankful to have two of the most important people in your life with you.

"Anytime, anywhere, you're his family and you're mine too." Jay gives you an almost serious stare, just to convey how solid that pact was.

Jay's face then creeps up into a smile again, "And if you could come by the little league games for the Police Explorers and teach those kids how to swing like you swung that rolling pin into that guy's face, we'd be champions this season."

You laugh a little louder this time, surprised when you actually feel Will's shoulders shaking with laughter too.

"Hey! Are you fake sleeping down there?" You query, tugging gently on Will's hair.

"Ow!" He mumbles into the blanket, lifting his head with a sleepy expression.

"I wasn't fake sleeping, only for the last bit about your baseball swing into that guy's nose." He pouts and you shake your head, amused. Stroking along his tired face with a loving look.

Will hums happily, finally looking at his brother.

Jay grins, "Hey sleeping beauty."

"Hey, how're you?" Will knows Jay would have been at the scene until somebody forced him to go home, which is how he would have ended up here so late.

"All good, the scene's cleared up, the house is secure and my two favourite people are safe in this room."

Will looks around with fake confusion, "Y/N is here, but there's no Hailey. Me, your pain-in-the-ass smothering brother, I'm a favourite?" His smile getting more shit-eating by the second.

You fake gasp then, joining in with teasing Jay. "Wait, is Hailey not one of your favourite people?"

Jay scowls, "You two have been reunited for a few hours and you're already on my ass. I meant you two were two of my favourite people, of course, Hailey is one of my favourites, she just didn't have a near-death experience today." He huffs and you pat his arm with a small giggle.

"I think you need a nap now, Jay Jay." Biting your lip as you tease him with his childhood nickname, glancing at Will who's stifling his own laugh.

"You told her about Jay Jay?!" Jay glares at his brother.

"Oh come on, Jay, it's not the worst nickname ever, is it? Besides, I could have told her about-" Will mimes what he's referring to and Jay's eyebrows go up in disbelief.

"Say another word and you'll need a bed and a room too."

Will holds up his hands in surrender and Jay relaxes again, shaking his head at the two of you, but so very glad you were still here to keep spending your life with Will and the little family you had become a part of.

-

Fin.

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The Night Shift requested by @megafandomsxassemble

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CHICKEN AND PASTA — CONRAD HAWKINS

REQUEST: Im a new follower and I must say the Imagines are just so....👌🏼🥹Anyway saw you were writing for Conrad Hawkins. Could you do one where Yn takes care of a patient who has a crush on Conrad. She gets defensive and tells Yn to back off Conrad and Yn shrugs it off. Later the patient was watching Yn and Conrad hug and kiss and she snaps. She waits til yn is alone and she stabs or attacks yn and leaves her to die. As Conrad gets ready to go home he starts to look for Yn but finds her wounded. I'll let you pick the ending. Im such a sucker for angst. 😭 Hope this makes sense 💙☺️ @megafandomsxassemble

WARNING(S): angst, mentions of blood, stab wounds, and knife, mentions of baby loss, crazy grace

WORD COUNT: 5,485

PAIRING: Conrad Hawkins x fem!Reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy it love! Feedback is always welcomed! <33

MASTERLIST

You had looked up when a foam cup was plopped right in front of you. You set your clipboard down as you follow the arm of the culprit. Conrad has his head tilted, a sweet smile gracing your very long morning. “Beautiful.” He compliments your very clearly disheveled state.

You roll your eyes but take the coffee he brought for you. You mouth a thank you before giving him your full attention. “What’s the catch?” You smirk.

Conrad chuckles at your remark. His brown orbs scan your tired features. “There you go again, assuming I have some ulterior motive.” He says, feigning offense. He leans a hip against your desk as he watches you take a drink of the coffee he so graciously retrieved for you. “Can’t I bring my fiance a cup of coffee out of the pure goodness of my heart?”

“You can…but something lies behind those devious eyes.” You squint up at him, swirling the end of your pen in front of his face.

Conrad laughs, his grin wide. He tilts his head, his light curls bouncing lightly. He brings his index finger up, gently pressing your forehead so you’re no longer squinting. “There. Much better.” He teases. He shakes his head, the playful smirk never leaving his features. He crosses his arms, leaning in to get a closer look at your tired state. “Rough night?”

“More like rough morning. Your number one fan is here…again.” A teasing smile begins to form on your face.

Conrad raises an eyebrow at that. He knew exactly who you were talking about. “What is she being admitted for this time?” He says, unable to contain the amused smirk.

You sigh and gesture to the paperwork sitting in front of him. He meets your eye and then turns the clipboard around and begins to read.

Conrad can’t fight the scoff that escapes his lips as he reads through it. The same symptoms as last time: elevated heart rate, high blood pressure, and dizziness, among many other minor symptoms. Every time it was the same. Other than the fractured radius and ulnar, today. Nothing was ever, truly, wrong.

“Broke her arm chasing after her dog…” Conrad shakes his head as he gently sets the clipboard back on your desk. “Nic around?”

“Just missed her. She just finished her double shift.” You shook your head.

Conrad’s eyes widened in surprise, though he didn’t know why. Nic’s determination to overwork herself was no secret. He huffed a heavy sigh, taking a seat on the edge of the desk. “Of course she did…” He mutters under his breath. “You’re with me today.”

“Can already feel my day turning around, but I figured so I checked her vitals and heart already. So you just need to repeat everything I just did, doc.” You chipped with a smile on your face. You gather your things and make your way to Grace’s room. Conrad's number one fan, or rather his stalker as you like to secretly call her.

Conrad rolls his eyes at your comment and follows behind you, his long strides easily keeping pace with yours. “Careful,” He warns, unable to contain his smile, “flattery will get you everywhere.”

The pair of you enter Grace’s room where she is, unsurprisingly, perched on the edge of her bed. Her broken arm is clutched to her chest, a pout on her face. Upon seeing the two of you, her face lights up.

“Dr. Hawkins!” She squeals, waving and making grabby hands in his direction. Conrad sighs, a forced, painfully fake smile on his face as he approaches her to examine her. He casts a sideways look in your direction as if to say ‘Save me’.

“Hi nurse, Y/n.” She makes sure to greet you with a warm welcome.

“Hi Grace, how’s the morphine doing, kicking in a bit I see.” You contain your laughter as you see her more giggly than how she was when she first arrived.

Conrad looks over at you. He has to hide his chuckle as you tease her for her morphine-induced goofy behavior. “So,” He starts. “The dog was too much for you I see?”

“Yes. I don’t think I’m much of a dog person. Any other pets you could recommend for me, Dr. Hawkins?”

Conrad looks over at you.

“You could always try a Guinea Pig. My niece has one. Easy little things to take care of.” You shrug. Grace locks eyes with you, considering your suggestion. She nods then looks back to him.

“Is a Guinea Pig easy to take care of, Dr. Hawkins?”

Conrad hums, pretending to think. He scratches at his chin, pretending as if there is some deep thought going through his head. “A Guinea Pig is very easy to take care of Grace.” He says, a playful smirk growing on his face. “Very easy.”

He turns an expectant look in your direction, his lips twitching to suppress a grin.

“Yes, very easy. A Guinea pig is less likely to cause fractures. No running, no need to train them. Easy as pie.” You breathe out a laugh.

Conrad has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing. He can’t fight the way his eyes gleam at how thoroughly you are enjoying yourself teasing his…fan. “No risk of broken bones chasing them around. Sounds like a good fit for you.”

"I'll have to stop by a pet store later then." She nods. Unlike Conrad, you had a feeling she would stay true to her promise to get the damn rodent. The idea unsettled you just as it did the last time when she bought a dog after he recommended getting one, to keep her company as he lightly put it.

Conrad’s stomach drops at the thought of Grace following through on her promise. He knew she was gullible, but if what you were saying was true and she took his recommendation to heart and bought a dog…he would have to be more careful with what came out of his mouth.

“Maybe…stay away from animals for now?” He suggests, casting a concerned glance your way. "Alright, Grace I'm gonna go ahead and order you an x-ray and an MRI just to be on the safe side. You said you've been experiencing a bit of a headache, you said you hit your head when you fell?"

"Yeah...on concrete, is that bad?" She moves her eyes back and forth from you two. Conrad cast you a glance.

Conrad winces at her casual response. “Well, you’d probably be experiencing something a bit stronger than a minor headache if there was anything truly wrong.” He says as a means to comfort her as she sits at the edge of her bed.

He reaches out, gently prodding at the back of her head. He pulled out a light and had her follow his finger. “How hard did you hit your head?”

"My vision was blurred for a few minutes. I think someone asked if I was okay before I got up, took Ceecee home, and then came straight here." She blinks up at him. "You'll fix me right up though, right, Dr, Hawkins?"

He gives her a nod and a reassuring smile. “You’re in the best of hands.” He reassures her, ignoring the skeptical scoff you let out beside him. “I’ll make sure we get to the bottom of that headache.”

"In the meantime, just wait here, I will be back to reset your bones." You pat her shoulder.

She looks at your hand and then nods. Conrad casts her a wink before exiting with you, not thinking anything more by it.

Conrad takes your elbow, a light tug letting you know that he wants to leave the room. He gives Grace one last comforting smile, "We'll be right back." He said, opening the door and ushering you out.

Once out of the room, Conrad's smile falls from his face and is replaced with a concerned frown. He lowers his voice slightly, so only you can hear him. "She actually bought a dog?"

"Well Dr. Hawkins…when you flash her that dazzling smile and hold her gently, how can she resist doing everything that comes out your damn mouth!" Your smile vanishes as you smack him. "She's getting worse. Okay, this is turning into outright obsessive behavior, and if you don't put a stop to her Conrad, she'll display stalker-like traits."

Conrad flinches at the smack to his chest, a glare tossed right back in your direction. "Not funny." He points at you and the way you emphasized his name like she had.

“What do you suggest I do, hm?” Conrad asks, a hint of irritation in his tone. “Walk up to a patient and tell them to stop getting hurt, to call for another doctor?"

"Well that idea sounds a whole lot better than the Guinea Pig-" You jump away with a laugh when he scoffs and tries to tickle you.

Conrad lunges at you, grabbing a flailing arm and tugging you back in his direction. He takes advantage of your distraction, going straight for your sides, his fingers digging into your ribs. His own smirk grows wider as he hears your laughter fill the hallway.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Your head falls. "I can't breathe."

Conrad stops and grins, but he doesn’t release you. He keeps his arms loosely wrapped around your waist and watches as you struggle to catch your breath. He laughs softly as he watches you lean forward, your head resting against his chest.

“You’re impossible.” He says, his fingers idly rubbing against your side.

"That's improbable to you." You lift your head with a teasing smile.

Conrad groans, rolling his eyes at your quip. He can’t keep the smile off his face, though. His fingers still rubbing against your sides. "Pain in my ass…" He said, but the words lacked any real bite behind them. He leans in as you hum in amusement.

"That so, Dr Hawkins."

Conrad huffs, his chest rising and falling with his laughter. His eyes darken as he looks down at you, his smirk turning more wicked. He leans in further, his face only inches from your own. "Say it again." He says, his voice now a few octaves deeper than normal.

"Dr Hawkins." Your laugh is stifled when he presses his lips to yours in a sweet long kiss.

Conrad hums against your lips, an arm snaking around your waist to drag you closer. He leans back against the wall that the two of you were standing in front of, a hand coming up to cup the back of your neck. He deepens the kiss, a sharp pang of desire striking at his core as he pushes you gently back against the wall.

But before it could escalate any further, your pager goes off. You groan and push him away slightly. "Duty calls." You whine.

Conrad groans at the noise and he steps back, reluctantly tearing his gaze and his arms away from you. He pushes his messy hair back off his forehead, still slightly breathless. He lets his eyes wander over your disheveled form, knowing full well that the two of you would've gotten caught up in that hallway had the pager not interrupted.

He brings a hand up to his own pager in his pocket that went off, shutting it off. "Duty indeed calls." He sighed, his heart still racing. "What would you like for dinner?"

You gasp. "Are you offering to cook?" You hum at the idea.

Conrad laughs and shakes his head at your excitement and enthusiasm for the idea of his cooking. "Don't look so surprised." He remarks, his expression changing to a playful smirk. "Yes, I'll cook tonight. What do you want?"

"Surprise me." You shrug, walking backwards.

Conrad rolls his eyes, though he's smiling as he watches you walk away. He can't help but admire the view, his gaze lingering on your form for just a little too long. "You got mad last time when I did." He calls after you.

"Chicken, with Pasta!" You call out as you reach the corner you need to turn.

Conrad huffs a laugh at the request. "Done!" He calls out to you as he heads in the opposite direction. "Chicken and pasta it is..." He sighs, then laughs to himself.

What you both hadn't realized was the shadow lurking and watching from afar. A scowl replaced her sweet smile moments before when she heard his voice outside her room. Her breathing picks up as she heads back into her room. Grace sits at the edge of her bed and looks down at the fractured bones, broken at a dipped angle. Before she could even think twice about it, she settled them back into place.

The pain was nothing like how betrayed her heart had felt. Conrad had his interest in someone else. You.

-

A few minutes had passed before you had gone to check up on Grace again. To ensure that she was situated with the cast that she would need to wear for a few weeks. "Grace?" You announced yourself, as you peered down at your clipboard again. When you looked up, your heart dropped upon seeing her bed empty. It was only when the door slammed behind you that you grew scared. "Grace?" You looked at her and then at the knife she held in her left hand, how she came into possession of it you hadn't known.

"You kissed him…" She muttered softly. "I didn't realize he had his eyes set on someone else. I thought what we had was just between us. I'm so stupid!" You flinch at her exclaim.

Your eyes widened when you saw the tears in her eyes. The grip she held on the hospital knife was tight, her knuckles almost turning white. "Grace, no, listen to me!" You quickly moved to try and reach out to her but stopped short when she snapped.

"Stay back!" You held your hands up in surrender, holding in the sharp inhale you desperately wanted to take. "You took him from me!"

"I didn't know..." She looks up at you. "If I had known how much you liked him. I wouldn't have kissed him." You play along with her in hopes she won't hurt herself, or you. It was only then that you realized her bones were settled back into place. "Grace what happened to your arm did you- did you put them back into place?" You were shocked.

Grace's eyes flit down to her arm, a frown on her face. "I needed to feel something…" She said softly. "I needed to feel something other than the pain in my heart."

She looks up at you again, her grip on the knife never faltering. "Why was it you, huh? Why not me? What do you have that I don't? I go out of my way to have him examine me, and spend time with me. I was this close to getting him alone today, but then I saw him kiss you..."

"I ask myself that every day, Grace. I don't know why he chose me. Things just happen, people come into your life and you go from there with them."

She scowls at that response, her eyes narrowing into a glare. "You're around him too much…" The knife trembles in her grip. "That's why he's been distracted lately."

She took a step closer, and you instinctively found yourself stepping back in response. Her glare darkened, now laced with jealousy and possessiveness. "I wonder…" She says slowly, almost as if she's contemplating her next words. "Maybe if you weren't around so much anymore, I could finally have my chance…"

"Grace, please don't!" Your plea is ignored. She continues to step closer to you, her eyes glued on you and the way you flinch away from her.

"Why not?" She presses. "You get to be around him, you get to kiss him. It's not fair. He's supposed to be mine! I should be the one that gets to kiss him!"

"If you hurt me, Grace. Conrad will never forgive you. He won't want to kiss you."

Grace's bottom lip trembled at your words. It's clear that your words are getting to her, her eyes filling with tears and her gaze averting down to the floor. She knows that you're right. But her jealousy and obsession over Conrad was too strong. Her head lifts and she looks at you again, her grip on the knife tightening. "I don't care…" She whispers, her voice now trembling, and before you know it the end of the knife had met your abdomen, and then your chest. "If I can't have him, neither will you." She lowers you to the ground gently, caressing your hair as you wheeze for air.

"Grac-" You muster before, she gets up and leaves the room.

Grace was gone as quickly as she came, leaving you in a quickly darkening room as the edges of your vision slowly started to blacken. You hear a faint 'excuse me' in the distance, then another voice saying to go up the elevator, but they all turn muffled as you feel your consciousness slowly slip away.

-

"I'd probably run a CT Scan. Make sure we're not dealing with any internal bleeding-"

"Dr. Hawkins..." Conrad and Devon looked up in time to see Grace stop a few feet away from them. Both Conrad and Devon's eyes widened when they saw the blood on her shirt. Conrad's breath caught in his throat in his own wave of panic, but he forced himself to remain focused, to remain calm.

Conrad put down the clipboard Devon had given him and put his hands out cautiously. The two main things that caught his attention were the blood on her shirt and left hand and the fact her bones didn't appear to look broken on her right arm especially since there was no cast on it either. "Hi, Grace...You okay? Wanna tell me what happened?"

"I'm better now seeing you." She smiled earnestly, though hesitation still arose behind her eyes as she realized she had an audience.

Conrad forced a smile onto his face, glancing briefly in Devon's direction, signaling to the crash cart discreetly. He took a few steps forward, keeping a safe distance from her, but still close enough that he could reach her if he needed to. "That…That's good to hear, Grace." He said slowly. "But I was referring more to the blood on your clothes. Grace, who's blood is that? I won't be mad if you tell me."

Grace shook her head. "You will. She said you wouldn't kiss me if I hurt her. I don't want you to be mad at me."

Conrad's heart dropped at her response, though his expression didn't give it away. "…You didn't." He muttered, and it was more of a statement than a question. He took another few steps forward, his eyes boring into hers. “Who told you that, Grace?” Conrad asked, his voice now taking on a slightly lower tone. "Did you accidentally hurt someone? Someone you didn't mean to hurt. You can tell me I won't get mad." His tone was soft again, his eyes still focused on her. The gears were already turning in his head on who her victim was but he didn't want it to be true. "But I need you to tell me who's blood that is, Grace."

"I'll tell you, b-but you have to kiss me first. She said you wouldn't and I want to prove her wrong."

Conrad was tempted to grab her and shake her, to demand answers. But he knew that wasn't the answer. He kept his cool and took another step forward, so he was now directly in front of her and within reaching distance. "Okay," He said slowly, his eyes searching her face. "You want a kiss first, I'll kiss you."

"You will." Her eyes lightened with hope.

Conrad swallows the lump in his throat and slowly steps closer, bringing a hand up to cup the side of her face. He leans in, pausing for a moment. His hand brushed back a strand of her hair as she gazed at him like he hung the stars in her sky. He stalls and presses his head against her as he watches Devon come in from behind her. A sedative in his hands. Conrad tries once more hoping she'll open up about your whereabouts. "Where is she, Grace?" He whispered.

"I don't like pasta very much, but maybe we can get takeout sometime." Is as much as she lets out before the syringe is plunged into the vein on her neck.

Conrad watches as Grace's eyes widen and slowly glaze over. A moment later her body goes slack, and he catches her before she can fall. He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he watches her body drop into a deep slumber. The realization settles, how Grace had been listening to the conversation you both had been having. You both hadn't been far from her room either. Devon appears at his side, a nervous look on his face. "Conrad, what the hell just happened?" Devon questions, checking Grace's pulse. "Conrad!" He yells after him as he sees him begin to take off into a run.

"Start prepping an O.R. now! Page Mina and possibly AJ! Page anyone to floor 3 now!" Conrad doesn't wait for a response. Devon ordered a few nurses to watch over her, giving orders on where to take her. Before taking off after Conrad.

"Conrad!"

"It's Y/n's blood!" Devon's face pales as he tries to keep up with him.

-

Conrad pushes through the doors, cursing under his breath as he sprints down the halls of floor 3. Fear and adrenaline pump through his veins, his heart thundering in his chest.

Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay…please. His thoughts chanted as he reached Grace's room.

Conrad doesn't think twice before bursting into the room. He chokes back a sob as he sees you in a puddle of your own blood. He acts fast checking for your pulse. "Baby hey, can you hear me?"

"We need a gurney and crash cart, now! Some gauze!" Devon orders to anyone listening in the halls. "Conrad, what the hell is happening, who was the girl?"

"Her name's Grace she comes in twice a month to see me."

"To see you?"

"Y/n thinks she's obsessed with me. Turns out she was right. Last month Grace had mentioned how lonely she felt living in her apartment. Now I'm starting to realize she probably meant other forms of company. I suggested she get a dog…"

"She bought a dog didn't she...oh god!"

"Y/n, baby, can you hear me!" Conrad continued patting your face. "Grace came in this morning, she broke her hand chasing after the suggested dog. I didn't think- I should've realized! Where's that damn crash cart!" Conrad yells out angrily.

A scowl takes over his face as he checks for any other wounds, but all he can see is the deep stab wound in the side of your stomach and on your chest. The nurses arrive wheeling along a gurney and a crash cart. Conrad snaps out of his thoughts and focuses on the situation at hand, grabbing the gauze from one of the nurses and pressing it firmly to your bleeding wounds.

"Damnit, baby, just hold on okay? Keep fighting." He muttered, eyes trained on your face.

He doesn't wait for the nurses to transfer you to the gurney, instead, he picks you up himself, holding you to his chest as he carefully lays you down on the gurney. Devon and the rest of the staff stand off to the side, watching as Conrad moves around you, keeping a firm grip on the gauze on the wounds as the nurses wheel you out into the hallway and towards the E.R.

-

"She was stabbed. Wound to her chest, and to her abdomen."

"Her pulse is barely there."

"She's in v-tech," Irving announced as he looked up at the monitor.

"Lost a pulse!"

"Someone get the defibrillator."

"They're gone we don't have one." Ellen reminded them.

"It's her heart..." Conrad was sure Grace had stabbed you right where she knew it would hurt you.

"We need to set up an OR now, we're losing her!" Conrad insisted urgently.

"Do we even have a functioning OR?"

"We'll put one together!" Bell and Kit said.

"Call staff back in, now!"

They began wheeling you to the OR when a wheeze and a cough broke out from your unconscious state. Blood spilled past your lips onto your oxygen mask.

"She's haematemesis!" Conrad exclaims. "Hold on for me baby, stay with us! She's choking on her own blood, she's bleeding internally!"

"Conrad we got her from here." Mina reassured as they crossed passed the red line he couldn't walk past.

Conrad reluctantly backs away from you, letting them take over and wheel you away. He stands just before the red line, a hand coming up to rub his face as a mixture of emotions fills him - guilt, worry, anger, and fear. He feels a hand on his shoulder, and he looks over to see Kitt's face etched with concern.

"What can I do?" She questions, her grip on his shoulder tightening.

"Call my dad and her sister. They need to get here now!"

Kitt silently nods at his request, and Conrad hears her calling someone as he turns to stare at the double doors you were just wheeled behind, disappearing from his sight. The only thing he could do now was wait. He looks at his hands behind sliding down to the floor. Various flashes and reminders of your voice and the conversations you had, ran through his mind, along with the ones that ran a chill through his spine.

Beautiful What’s the catch? Can’t I bring my fiance a cup of coffee out of the pure goodness of my heart? You can…but something lies behind those devious eyes. In the meantime, just wait here, I'll be back to reset your bones.Well Dr. Hawkins…when you flash her that dazzling smile and hold her gently, how can she resist doing everything that comes out of your damn mouth! Well, that idea sounds a whole lot better than the Guinea Pig- Stop, stop, stop! I can't breathe. You’re impossible. That's improbable to you. Pain in my ass… That so, Dr Hawkins. What would you like for dinner? Are you offering to cook? Yes, I'll cook tonight. What do you want? Surprise me. You got mad last time when I did. Chicken, with pasta!

You will. She said you wouldn't kiss me if I hurt her. I don't want you to be mad at me. I don't like pasta very much, but maybe we can get takeout sometime.

A sob rattled through him as he brought his palms up to his head. Hoping and praying you'd make it through. It wasn't long before he moved up to watch in on your surgery. The entire operation felt like never-ending hours.

-

He hadn't known how long he had sat in his chair. He was just waiting for the aftermath to finally hit him. And it had, as soon as Kitt walked in after some time, letting the door shut behind her. She stood there for a moment contemplating how to gather her words.

"Just give it to me straight..." Conrad looked up at her.

"She lost a lot of blood and she was down for a long time. We won't know her neurological status until we wake her up. They're moving her to the ICU."

Conrad nodded at this newfound information. He broke down again when her gentle hand touched his shoulder.

"There's one more thing..."

Conrad's entire body went stiff. He knew whatever else Kitt had to tell him was either really good or extremely bad. He silently nodded for her to continue, mentally bracing himself for the next words that came out of her mouth. Conrad lifted his head slowly. His brows furrowed as Kitt sat down beside him. She grabbed his hands.

"Come on, give it to me straight here." He urged her, the suspense killing him.

"Y/n was pregnant."

Conrad's heart dropped to his stomach and he was positive someone just dumped a bucket of ice water on him. He stares at Kitt in disbelief, unsure of whether he heard her right. His chest ached and all of the air was knocked out of his lungs as he sat there stunned, staring at her.

"Was?" He whispered, his voice cracking.

Kitt shook her head, disheartened. "She lost it."

Conrad felt as if he was going to be sick. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the chair as he took in a shaky breath.

"How far along was she?" He managed to get out.

"She hadn't told you yet did she?" Kitt inhales. "S-She was about 18 weeks along from what we could tell…I'm so sorry Conrad."

Conrad's breath hitched at the response, and he struggled to hold his emotions together. He gripped the arms of the chairs, his knuckles beginning to turn white. The room was beginning to spin and the news hit him like a ton of bricks. He took a moment to collect himself before looking at Kitt again.

"18 weeks," He repeated, unable to believe it. "And I didn't even know?"

"You still have her Conrad. If I know Y/n, she's a fighter, she'll pull through her recovery."

Conrad nodded at Kitt's words, trying to find comfort in them, but the pain he felt was almost unbearable. He felt responsible for not paying closer attention to you and to your behavior. He had overlooked the fact that you hadn't been feeling well due to the added stress. He should have caught the hints.

"I should have…" He began to say, but the words caught in his throat. "I should've listened to her…I should have realized sooner I-" A sob broke out of him. He clung to Kitt as she consoled him into her arms. Shushing him and saying everything was going to be okay.

After Kitt calmed him down, she left to give him a few moments alone. As he sat there, staring at the wall. Images of you and his unborn child filled his thoughts. He tried to imagine a life with you and your little one. He imagined teaching them how to walk and talk, tucking them into bed, holding your swollen belly, and feeling their kick. He imagined the life of fatherhood.

As he sat there, a wave of anger and determination washed over him. He needed to see you. He needed to see you, to feel you. To hold you in his arms and never let you go.

Taking a deep breath, Conrad stood up and slowly made his way to the ICU. The halls were eerily quiet as he walked through them, the sound of his footsteps echoed off the walls. When he reached the ICU room, he stopped and peered in through the door. He saw you lying in bed, surrounded by machines and tubes. Your face was pale and your chest slowly rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

He let out a shaky breath and leaned his head forward, letting it gently rest on the wall. He closed his eyes and silently willed himself to remain calm. He couldn't break down in front of anyone else, not here. He took in a few more deep breaths and slowly began to regain control of his emotions. As he stood there, his mind racing with thoughts, the silence around him felt deafening. He wanted nothing more than to have you crack a joke just to put him at ease.

"Hey baby, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon okay." Conrad sat down on the chair by your bed, his hand grasping yours gently and his eyes studying your features. Everything felt so familiar - his hand wrapped around yours, your skin, your hair, all of it. He felt a small wave of relief wash over him, knowing you were at least here, right in front of him. Slowly, he brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against it. "When you wake up, I'm taking you home once you're allowed to be discharged. I'll cook you anything you want okay? I'll cook you chicken and pasta for the rest of our lives if that’s what you want, cause I know it's your favorite. Anything you want...you name it, baby." He chuckles lightly to himself but breaks down once more. Tears fall down his face onto your sheets as he tightens his hold on your hand.

"I'm here," He whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'm right here."

[lyjen]

Rescue me | Eddie Diaz

Summary: Eddie and (Y/n) are having a secret “situationship”. When (Y/n) is assigned to get into the burning old newspaper factory, she splits up to find the rest of the unaccounted victims. Something is wrong with her mask, and it starts to mess with her asthma. The building collapses, making her one that needs to be rescued now.

A request by: @megafandomsxassemble | the request

Taglist: @oliviah-25 @shauna-carsley

9-1-1 Masterlist

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There’s nothing more annoying than the sound of the alarm. At least, that was what (Y/n) thought. She had a love / hate relationship with the sound of the alarm, it meant that she had to leave her warm comfortable bed she was in. But also that she had to keep her hands to herself instead of on Eddie’s body.

She may have hit the snooze button three times already, one of a few bad habits of hers. A groan fell off her lips as the sound of the alarm rang through her ears. (Y/n) reached her arm out over the nightstand, searching blindly for her phone to stop the alarm.

When her hand touched the right button to stop the sound, she threw her legs over the side of the bed and started to rub the sleep out of her eyes.

She glanced at her phone, to look at the time.

Perfect.

She had enough time to get ready, hop in the shower, brush her teeth, make breakfast and get to the station. Just enough time to come in early, like she always did.

(Y/n) waited a few moments for the blood flow inside of her body to readjust to her sitting up instead of lying down. But she could feel Eddie’s body coming closer to her back.

She could feel his breaths slightly touching the hairs on her skin. “Morning” he said with a deep, sleepy voice as he placed a soft and warm kiss on her upper arm.

A small smile was spread across her face. “Goodmorning” her soft voice sounded through the room.

God, she felt like a teenager again.

Not only because she was in love, but mainly about the fact that the both of them were sneaking around. They were in a secret relationship.

No one knew about the two of them getting together, and honestly, they weren’t planning or feeling the urge to tell anybody either. It was fun, it was like they had their own little secret.

They just had to be careful around each other in public, especially at the firehouse. She couldn’t just quickly steal a kiss from him while the others were around, or briefly touch him.

Which was hard some of the time. Particularly when they got back from a fire and his entire body was drenched in sweat, including his hair, and his face covered in ashes. Moments like that made her weak at the knees.

But she had to pretend that there was nothing between Eddie and her. Making the others think that (Y/n) thought of him as a brother.

“Eddie, we have to get ready” the words fell off her lips which sounded more like a groan than a normal sentence, after she could feel Eddie’s lips wandering from her upper arm to the crook of her neck.

His hands were exploring her body, as he placed his lips one more time on her neck and started to create a hickey.

“Eddie-“ she whined at the feeling of his mouth sucking the bruise onto her skin. A feeling of relief floated through her body as his mouth disconnected from the skin on her neck.

“Five more minutes” He whispered into her ear, which sent a shiver down her spine. It was almost like he knew all of her weaknesses.

“No, I need to shower, brush my teeth, put some clothes on, make breakfast and drive to work. You know how LA traffic is.” she said as she shook her head and grabbed her t-shirt from the ground, which she left there last night along with the rest of her clothes.

She pulled the shirt over her head as her gaze got caught by Eddie who was now looking at her with puppy eyes. But she decides to ignore it and let her hand grab her phone from the nightstand.

Her finger clicked the unlock button as her eyes read the time. Again. Eddie sighed at the sight of (Y/n) constantly checking the time. “Hey-“ she said as soon as she felt the phone pulled from her hand.

“Nope.” Eddie’s voice simply said as he grasped the phone out of her hand, climbed over to his side and placed it onto his nightstand instead. Out of her reach.

“I swear to god, if you’re going to make us both late then-” she said as she quickly grabbed her panties from the ground. “Mi amor, you really need to relax, we have enough time” he tried to calm her down.

“It’s not what I’m worried about, Eddie. It’s the fact that I’m always early, and honestly so are you. And then suddenly both of us are late on the same day? What if they find out about us.” She kept her gaze locked on his.

“No one is finding out anything.” He said as he pushed a few loose strands of hair behind her ear again. ”And we’re not going to be late.” he added as he tried to comfort her by placing his hand onto her cheek and started to rub his thumb against her cheekbone.

“Now.. you won’t be needing that” he said, as he could feel her giving in. The panties she was holding in her hand were being ripped out of her hold and she saw it flying to the other side of the room.

It caught her off guard. She was so focussed on the touches from him, that she didn’t have the time to process what was happening.

He crashed his lips onto hers, as he pressed her body back, making her lie down on the bed again.

Eddie placed his hands next to her head as he hovered over her body. “You’re such a bad influence” she smirked as soon as he broke the kiss.

“You make it sound like a bad thing” he reacted as he slightly smiled at the sight of her. He scanned her entire body with his eyes. She still had that t-shirt on. “Bien, first we need to get rid of this” Eddie’s voice sounded as he pulled the lower part of her shirt.

He placed his knees next to her thighs as he basically locked her in and pulled the shirt she had just put on, over her head again and threw it on the ground.

A small laugh fell off her lips as she watched the piece of clothing fall back on the ground again. When his face turned back from looking at the t-shirt falling down in the ground, he could feel her warm hand being placed on his cheek.

Eddie placed his hand on her wrist as he softly pressed a small kiss on the inside of her hand. He followed her hand, noticing it was slowly making its way down towards his chest.

He let himself close the distance between his body and hers, as he continued to place kisses onto her exposed body. He kissed her on the neck, making a trace down to the collarbone, to her chest and towards her belly.

Her breathing became heavier with each kiss he left on her body. (Y/n)’s hand moved from his chest towards his back, carving her nails into the skin.

“Eddie.” She gasped as she felt him go lower and lower. His eyes locked onto hers when she grabbed a handful of his hair and slightly tugged it.

”Five minutes.”

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(Y/n) quickly glanced at the digital clock on the display of her car. “Shit” she mumbled as she watched the clock jump and add another minute to the current time.

The both of them didn’t want to take the risk of getting caught, so instead of her carpooling with Eddie, they both just came with their own car. They were both late, and if they came in together too, that would be too obvious. Right?

As mentioned before, no one knew about the two of them getting together, or seeing each other. Not even Christopher knew about them. They only met up whenever he wasn’t around, when he was with his tia, abuela, hanging out with friends or during school time when Eddie wasn’t on shift.

(Y/n) parked her car in between the lines in the parking lot, and got out of her car. Just when she fished her duffle bag from the passenger seat and closed her door, Eddie pulled up with his truck in the parking lot too.

She placed the strap of the bag over her shoulder as she made her way towards Eddie’s car. Just as she was making her way down his car, he rolled down his window as he saw her coming towards him.

“Hey, can you just wait one minute before going in? Give me a head start?” She asked quietly as she continued to scan the space they were in now.

A small smile morphed onto Eddie’s face. He could tell she was nervous, the constant looking around, the way she whispered those words, and the picking the skin around her nails were small signs for him that made it clear.

“You know, I could’ve just texted Cap, telling him your car broke down and I offered you a ride.” He said. But she shook her head at his idea.

“Why can’t we just walk in at the same time by coincidence?” He asks, as he places his left arm on the car window opening.

“Because that’s weird.” She spoke softly as she kept an eye out. No one needed to catch this conversation they were having. “You’re never late. I’m never late. And now we’re both late. If we came in together at the same time, they might suspect something.” she added as the nerves were taking over her voice and Eddie noticed the slight: duh, in her voice.

Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed as he gave her a thinkfull look. “Are you sure you aren’t exaggerating a little bit?” he answered, as his eyes fluttered up to meet hers again.

They have been doing this for weeks, maybe a few months. They couldn’t keep this thing up much longer, the longer they waited, the more people would suspect something was wrong. The truth has to come out some day.

“Please Eddie.” She begged him, she needed that head start. “One minute, that’s all I’m asking for.” she continued as Eddie didn’t answer and was still thinking of what to say.

“I did give you five this morning, maybe a little more.” She said, trying to win him over.

Even though this was totally against his feelings, he gave in. A sigh left his mouth, he thought this was not necessary. “Okay fine, I’ll give you a head start.” He said, and a small smile appeared on his face again as he could see the relief written on his girlfriend’s face.

She corrected the placement of the shoulder strap from her duffle that was hanging in her shoulder, as she scanned the environment around her, for the hundred time this minute. As suddenly she feels that oh so familiar hand finding placed on the skin of her neck, softly pulling her close and Eddie pressed a warm kiss to her lips.

It made her heart skip a beat and it released all the butterflies on the inside of her stomach. It was like the butterflies were just chilling on the inside of her body, but the kiss from Eddie had awakened them.

Their lips parted, “See you in a minute” she whispered as she could feel the warmth of Eddie’s breath ticketing her lips. His hand slowly being pulled back from her neck.

“See you in there firefighter (Y/L/N)” he smirked, which turned into a smile as he watched (Y/n) turn around and walk away.

With the strap of her bag almost being pressed into the skin of her neck, she walked as fast as she could straight towards the locker room.

She needed to use this head start she got from Eddie, one minute was nothing. Especially for someone with asthma like (Y/n). (Y/n) could feel her lungs and airway already burning on the inside of her body.

She stepped over the threshold from the firehouse, “Morning (Y/n)” Buck’s voice sounded over the floor of the firehouse. But she doesn’t answer back. It was like her brain had shut off all the sounds around her.

“(Y/n)? You okay?” He asked as he jumped from the small step from the fire truck he was standing on a second ago to clean the truck. Buck stepped into her vision, trying to make some kind of contact with her.

Her eyes connected with Evan’s, “What?” she said as she slightly shook her head to get back to reality.

“I think you might want to use your puffer” Buck said as he fidgeted with the bright yellow rag in between his hands.

“Sorry?” She said, with a look of confusion spread all across her face. “It’s just.. your breathing, it’s giving a sort of wheezing sound.” he answered her question as he placed the rag with one clean swing over his shoulder.

“Oh..” she said as a laugh left her mouth. But just as she wanted to go on to tell Buck she was okay, a few loud coughs took over her actions. Buck took a step forward as he held out a hand, with a slightly worried look over his face.

Quickly she opened the side pocket of her duffle bag and grabbed her inhaler. (Y/n) placed her inhaler between her lips as she pressed the button on top and inhaled the medication.

“Sorry, don’t know where that came from..” she mumbled as she put the inhaler back in her bag.

“I just.. overslept. That’s why I’m in a rush..” she said as she zipped her bag closed again. Buck slowly nodded as his eyes moved to the person that was coming through the doors now. (Y/n) looked over her shoulder quickly as she noticed Eddie walking in.

“Anyways. I really should be getting in my uniform. Before Cap notices I’m late.” She said, she wanted to cut the conversation she was having with Buck short as soon as she saw Eddie walking in. She tried to keep a poker face, hoping the nervous jitters wouldn’t take over her face or voice and walked away from Buck.

Hell, hopefully he wouldn’t have noticed that hickey she had on her neck. But how could he not have noticed it? They see each other three times a week, twenty four hours a shift.

She tried this morning in her rush to get rid of the hickey by using make-up. Concealer, foundation, she didn’t even know what she didn’t use to cover it up. Even though she did her best, you could still see it. Except, it looked like some kind of birthmark now.

(Y/n) could hear Eddie and Buck greeting each other in the background, but could hear footsteps following her. She would’ve expected Eddie to stop and have a small talk with Buck.

Eddie took a small sprint, when he was walking next to her he came a little closer. “Didn’t use much of your head start, hm?” he whispered. She tried to suppress the smile which was appearing on her face, by pressing her lips into a thin line.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?”

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“An old newspaper factory, isn’t that dangerous?” Buck’s voice sounded through the small space. 

Hen, Chimney, Buck, Eddie and (Y/n) were sitting in the back of the fire truck, just behind Ortiz, the driver and Bobby who was sitting in the Captain’s seat. “That’s why we move fast, Buck.” Bobby said as he kept his eyes on the road in front of him.

“Aren’t the floors in there made of wood? Now how is any of this still standing?” Buck added two or more questions to the conversation between the team. But the next question didn’t even make it inside of the mind of (Y/n) who was just staring into the unknown. 

Her eyes were staring at the dark gray wall across from her. She didn’t know what it was, but on calls like these, it felt different. This was a different story than a simple kitchen fire, or people trapped in an elevator. A large structure fire, in an old building. It was already giving red flags, making the alarm bells ring on the inside of her head. 

A mix of anxiousness and adrenaline filled her veins, her entire body. 

A small laugh fell off Eddie’s lips as he heard another question coming out of Buck’s mouth. Eddie could hear a blend of different voices going on and off through the small space they were in. But the voice and laugh from the woman he loved the most wasn’t in that blend. 

He glanced with his eyes to the left, where (Y/n) was sitting diagonally opposite from him. Her knee was bouncing softly up and down, like she was a drummer of a band, constantly pressing the bass drum pedal. 

Eddie didn’t want to ask her verbally if she was okay, or lay his hand onto her knee like he would do when they were alone. He had to be cautious on how he did this. 

Since the room they were in was small, they didn’t have much space to move their legs to. Sometimes it could happen that legs were bumping into each other. So that’s what he did. 

Eddie let his knee slightly fall against hers, giving her knee a small nudge. Just with enough pressure to get her out of her thoughts and get her attention. 

He knew the bigger fires would upset her sometimes. He knew she was the person to overthink things in her head, make a hundred different kinds of scenarios of what could happen in there. 

She shouldn’t be thinking about those scenarios, and she knew that. But the overthinking was something that was part of her, and you couldn’t get rid of that so easily. Whenever she would overthink and she was with Eddie, he would help with just distracting her. But in this moment, all he could do was check on her, and hope she was okay. 

(Y/n)’s eyes shot towards him as she felt the pressure of his knee bumping into hers, smoothly. 

His eyebrows lifted as a slightly questioning look took over his face, asking non verbally: you okay?

She pressed her lips into a thin line as she gave him a small nod. Telling him she was okay. 

Of course they could talk to each other, but small things like this, he’d rather keep between the two of them. 

-

“You get lost, you find a wall.” Bobby said as he looked at every member of the 118. 

The jitters in (/Y/n)’s body were spreading as fast as bacteria would. The flames were visible through the windows, it was almost like the flames were talking to her. 

“This may be an old warehouse, but there are still eight people in there unaccounted for.” Bobby went on. “Hen, Chim and I will be joining the one thirty three, searching on the Alpha side. Buck, Eddie and (Y/n), your entry point is the Charlie side.” he continued as he pointed to the persons and the side of the building. “Gear up and let’s go!” He said loudly, so it was audible for everyone. 

(Y/n) found herself nodding along with Bobby’s talk. “Copy that, Cap!” she could hear Hen’s voice say. 

(Y/n) went to the right compartment, and opened the latch. Revealing multiple oxygen tanks. She grabbed one for herself as she took a few steps back so she wasn’t preparing as someone else grabbed a tank. 

She placed the tank on her back and slid her arms through the straps. 

“Hey, you okay?” Eddie’s voice asked as he placed the tank on the ground next to her. She grabbed her gloves from her pocket in her turnout gear. She silently nodded, “Yeah, I guess I’m okay” she silently said as she slid her left glove on. 

“Sure?” He double checked, as he placed the tank onto his back. “Just some.. jitters as always.” she revealed as she put on the right glove now too. He sent her a small, gentle smile. “Guess that’s the adrenaline, hm.” Eddie answered, as he got on the gloves just like she did a few seconds ago. 

“Good. Let’s get that fuego then.” he said with a smile across his face and motioned his head towards the building. 

For a second he looked around and scanned the scene. And just when the coast was clear, he sent her a wink. 

He could be such a flirt. 

She followed him when he walked towards Charlie's side. (Y/n) grabbed her helmet in her left hand as she grabbed her mask with her right hand and smoothly hung the mask on her face. 

Her hand pulled a few straps to make sure it was connected to her face correctly, and she placed her helmet back onto her head. 

When she got to the entrance of the Charlie side, Buck was already opening the door by placing a halligan between the door and the frame. 

Since the door was so old and rusty, after a few tries it popped open. 

The three of them got inside, searching their side, a small part of a huge building. Searching for people. 

It looked like they were searching the palace of some king or queen. Lots of beams that had broken and fallen down from the ceilings, old machines that hadn’t been used in decades maybe. 

Here and there, there were some smaller rooms in the factory, offices, break area’s, storage rooms and more. 

“What the hell is this place! It’s huge!” Buck said as loud as he could to his two partners. 

“If we want to do this quickly, we have to split up! There are too many spaces in here!” (Y/n) said. Something told her that she needed to get the hell out of there as soon as she could. Maybe it was the already broken beams, maybe it was the fire that was making the wood squeak that made her breathing become faster with every breath she took.

“She’s right. We need to do this fast and clean, and make sure to check every door.” Eddie said as he made some movements with his hands, trying to make himself clear. 

“Okay! Let’s split up!” Buck agreed with the two of them as the three of them started to sweep their side of the factory. Eddie and Buck started to sweep parts of the workfloor and (Y/n) went on to check every door she could find. 

She opened the first door, revealing some kind of storage room. Large amounts of old, not -yet- printed papers were filling most of the room. “LAFD! Call out!” she yelled once in a while. The storage room was clear, she left the room and went on to the next one. 

The smell of smoke made it to her nostrils, but she ignored it. 

“Towels?” she mumbled to herself as she walked to the next door. There had to be people inside of this room. “Eddie! Buck! I got people inside on the Charlie side!” she informed them as she pressed the speech button. 

“Copy that! On our way now.” Eddie’s voice sounded over the radio as she pushed open the door. Three persons were sitting down on the ground, holding pieces of fabric in front of their mouths to try and prevent the ashes that were floating around the air from entering their airways. 

“Try to remain calm, we’re going to get you out of here okay?” (Y/n) said as she kneeled down to help one of the three victims up. “Can you stand?” she asked the man, he gave her a small nod and accepted her hands that she reached out to him, and pulled him to his feet. He removed the fabric from his mouth, and started to say some things in his own language.

She couldn’t understand him. “Sir I don’t understand.” she said with a confused tone. She guessed maybe he was Polish? Russian? She didn’t have a clue. It was almost as if they were playing hints, but not in the best circumstances. He pointed up, but it felt like he was giving her a lecture with all that pointing. 

“What?” she whispered to herself as she could feel her eyebrows furrowing. He kept doing the same motion. “Up?” she mumbled as she looked above her. “There are still people up there?” she asked, and then the man immediately nodded. 

Great. There was another level. 

“Okay let’s go” Eddie said as he waved the three persons Buck and his way. Determined she walked towards Eddie, “I just heard there are people up here. I’m gonna take a look okay? You and Buck go and get those people out of here.” (Y/n) said as she let her fingers tighten around the halligan in her hands.  

He nodded slightly, “You’re going to be alright for a second?” He double checked on her. She took a deep breath and gave him a small nod, “Fast and clean” she sighed. But that sigh turned into a cough, a little one. “Sure?” he asked her again. 

She swallowed again, trying to get rid of the parts of that cough. “Yes. Go!” she said as she waved him off and she saw him escorting the people out with Buck. 

(Y/n) pressed her eyes closed firmly, her eyes were stinging. It was like something was wrong with her gear, as if it didn’t close off on her face. Another cough left her lips, but she kept on going. 

She stepped out of the room where she found the three victims, and looked around. How was she going to get there? She let her eyes scan the scene. But then she saw it.

Bingo. 

A metal ladder was on the side of the wall, leading to the scaffolding. With the scaffolding workers could easily look over the machines. She climbed the ladder and was met by a few more doors. 

“LA fire! Call out if you can-” Another much louder cough left her mouth. “hear me!” she continued her sentence as she tried to catch her breath. 

She opened the first door, no one. 

She opened the second door, no one. 

The third door, no victims. 

Her irritated eyes became worse after every blink she made. She could feel herself breathing heavily, and when you do, you use more oxygen than normally. Her hand grabbed the oxygen meter from her tank. But when her eyes read the meter, her heart stopped. 

The meter was pointing towards the refill part. It was in the red area. But that wasn’t the only thing that was working currently on her anxiety. The burning eyes, the smell of smoke through her mask, her asthma that was starting to act up. 

Panic was rushing through her body. How did this happen? How did she manage to get the tank from full to almost empty. She could feel her own blood running cold, and that in the space that was completely in flames. 

Her chest was starting to hurt, it was like her heart was trying to break out from her chest. Her breaths were short, shallow, with a small wheeze. 

She ripped the helmet from her head and pulled the mask from her face as she tried to take a proper breath. The tears were burning in her eyes as more and more coughs broke free from her mouth. 

She needed her inhaler. She couldn’t find those people when she was in this state. She needed to call for help. 

Her hand was placed on her radio that was attached to her turnout coat. “Mayday, mayday, this is firefighter (Y/L/N)” another cough interrupted her sentence. “I-.. I can’t-..” the panic in her body took over her voice and the pain in her chest was starting to get worse by every piece of oxygen she inhaled. 

(Y/n) placed her free hand on her chest, as if she could soothe the pain by placing her hand on it. “Somethings wrong with my mask.” she squeezed her eyes closed as she tried to suppress her cry. 

“I can’t.. breathe.” she cried. 

She held the radio in her hand as she placed her forehead against it. She tried everything to soothe the pain in her chest, her airways, her eyes. 

Her eyes wandered to the ceiling, everything around her started to creak. Her stomach turned at the sound. That wasn’t good. That sounded everything but good. 

That’s when large, heavy wooden beams came down and parts of the floor she was standing on, on the first floor, collapsed. Sounds of metal pipes hitting the ground roared through the space. It felt like an earthquake. But it wasn’t. 

The building was going down. 

A loud scream fell from her lips, one she didn’t expect she could reach, not with her asthma that was working on her lungs right now. 

Unknowingly she was holding the speech button of her radio. Every team member could hear the heart wrenching scream that left her lips, as a part of the building collapsed. 

The floor was disappearing from underneath her feet. 

But instead of tumbling to the ground, she could hold on to the piece of ground that was still strong enough to hold while everything on the other side was collapsing. Her lungs and airways were burning and the ache in the back of her head due to the smoke that she inhaled was getting worse with the second. 

That’s it. That’s how it ends. 

Either the fire was going to take her, or she was going down with the building. She was dangling above the ground floor, a rough calculated ten or twelve meters. In the meanwhile her PASS device activated. 

She could feel her gloved hands slipping away from the wooden floor. Another horrific scream left her lips as she held onto the floor with every last piece of strength she had inside of herself. Her eyes still pressed closed, as if she tried to push all the strength towards her hands. 

Just when she felt her hands slipping from the wood, and basically gave up, she felt hands grabbing her arms. Her tearing eyes looked up, and that’s when she realized Eddie and Buck came back for her. 

“Hey we got you!” Eddie said as she realized what was happening now. They pulled her from the collapsed floor, she felt the broken wood scratch over her turnout gear, she was pretty sure she felt some scratching through the fabric onto her skin. 

She landed with her knees onto the non collapsed side, her hands were placed onto the floor. Eddie rumbled into his pockets after he ripped off his mask from his face. 

Sweat was spread all over her body, with ashes attached to her skin. Eddie grabbed the inhaler from his pocket and reached it out to her. “Here” he said, handing over the inhaler to her. 

(Y/n) took the inhaler from his hand and placed her lips onto it, pressed the button and inhaled the medicine. “Take slow, deep breaths okay?” Eddie said as she took in the medicine, and let it spread to her lungs. 

With the inhaler in her hand, she focussed herself onto her breathing. Eddie grabbed his mask and placed it over her face so she wouldn’t have to breathe in more ashes. 

Eddie placed her right arm over his shoulders so she could lean on him, and so did Buck with her left arm. “Let’s get out of this hell hole.” Eddie said as Buck took the lead to get them out of the room. 

(Y/n) didn’t really experience much from getting outside. She felt her legs moving with the guys, but she basically had her eyes closed for most of the time. The coughs mixed with the ashes she breathed in, gave her a headache. Her eyes were open, and she was conscious but everything felt much like a blur.

But they had to get her down to the ground floor somehow. The metal scaffolding outside that brought people from that part of the factory to the other side, had completely collapsed. They carefully made their way through the rubbish from the collapse. 

“I’ll help assist her down Buck.”  Eddie said as they came to the point where there was a height difference. They just climbed their way on when they were making their way towards (Y/n). But she wasn’t in the right state to climb now. 

Eddie made his way through the broken railing and let himself fall safe and secure. With both feet on a large part of one of the machines that was still inside of the factory. He placed his arm between her thighs and her chest leaned over his shoulders, carefully getting her down. Buck followed. 

Just one more obstacle and they’d be out of there. 

Eddie quickly made his way off the machine, and landed with both feet on the ground. (Y/n) sat down on the edge of the machine and lowered herself down with Eddie’s hands underneath her arm pits to assist. 

She could feel the pressure on her chest slowly fading away as her airways were open and getting the oxygen she needed. 

Others were trying to hose down the fire inside, as they hurried towards the exit. With both guys assisting her, they got out of the factory.

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With her feet hovering above the asphalt, she sat on the back of the ambulance, in the doorframe with one of the medic bags placed next to her

Her face covered in ashes mixed with sweat, and her hair began to curl with the amount of sweat in it. This was one of the million scenario’s she had in her head when they were in the truck. 

Eddie was in the ambulance, rumbling through some cabinets as (Y/n) just stared into the distance. Until she realized… “Eddie..The- the other five-” she stumbled as she looked over her shoulder, trying to find him. 

“They’re fine” he said as he jumped out of the back of the ambulance with a silver and green colored small tank in his hands. A small groan fell off his lips as he landed his feet on the ground and placed the small tank on the step of the ambulance. 

“Hen found them hiding in a back office on the Alpha side.” Eddie said as he kept his eyes on his hands when he untangled the tube of the oxygen mask. A relieved sigh fell off her lips, a sigh that she didn’t know she was holding in. Suddenly, that small pressure that was left on her lungs was gone. 

(Y/n) looked up at Eddie when she saw in the corner of her eye that he was holding out something to her. Of course, the oxygen mask. Slightly she shook her head, “I’m fine.” she said and she pushed his hand with the medical oxygen mask away. 

But it came right back. “No you’re not. ” He tried again, and held it in front of her face. Her eyes wandered from his hand towards his eyes. Their eyes connected. Her eyes narrowed at the sight. Really?

Eddie’s eyebrows lifted. As if he was saying: Take it. 

Annoyed, she took a breath and accepted the mask, and pressed it over her nose and mouth. 

Eddie leaned towards the inside of the ambulance as he fished a pair of gloves from the side and put them on. “Can you take off your jacket for me?” he asked as he put on the second glove and let it slide over the skin of his right hand. 

Oh, she wanted to fight him on that. She was fine. But she knew she could say anything, but Eddie would still check her out to be safe. 

With reluctance she placed the mask next to her for a second as she unbuttoned, unzipped her fluorescent jacket and shrugged the coat off her shoulders. She laid the jacket down on the small bench close behind her, as she grabbed the oxygen mask again and placed it where it was a few moments ago. 

Eddie, on the other hand, went through the bag and fished out a stethoscope. He hung the stethoscope around his neck as he started to examine her arms first, looking for any wounds. 

He found nothing more than some abrasions and moved to her side. He grabbed the stethoscope and placed them in his ears, “Take some deep breaths for me?” Eddie asked as he placed the cold piece of metal on her back. 

She did what he asked and took a few deep breaths in and out. He didn’t say anything, and pulled the stethoscope from his ears. “Your lungs sound fine, but keep breathing in that O2.” he said as he folded the tool in his hands. 

Eddie noticed her silence. Normally she would’ve said anything by now, even if it was just too random, anything. But this silence felt different, like something shifted. 

“Hey, you okay?” He broke the silence with the question, as he placed the stethoscope in the medical bag. He could practically hear her answer already, she looked lost, and he wouldn’t be okay too after almost being crushed by a collapsing building.

She pulled the O2 mask from her nose and mouth, “Honestly.. I don’t know Eddie.” she said, her voice sounded lost, broken like she was on the edge of crying. But she pressed the cry by biting her lip on the inside of her mouth. 

He was pretty sure his heart broke into a million pieces by only looking at her now. Eddie pushed the medical bag backwards and took place next to her. 

There was a silence, Eddie didn’t want to push her to tell him anything. If she wanted to tell him anything, she’d have to start without him asking her. 

With her eyes focussed on her hands which were holding the mask, she started the story. “I noticed something was wrong.. but I kept going..” she said, as she looked for the right words for the next sentence. “I should’ve said something or called it in.” she added, stumbling. 

It stung him that she felt that way. “You’re right, you should’ve said something before you split off.” he said as he shook his head. “But that stubbornness inside of you makes you who you are. It makes you determined. It made you want to look for those other people that were stuck inside. You can’t change that.” he continued as he glanced at (Y/n), who was still looking at her fingers, fidgeting with the mask.

“And because of that personality trait, I almost got crushed by a building.” (Y/n) reacted annoyed. She was mad at herself, for not saying anything, for the fact that she was stubborn, that Eddie was trying to show her the good side of her personality trait.

Eddie’s eyes were locked onto her, even though she wasn’t looking at him. “You may see stubbornness. You want to know what I see?” he started. He waited a second, waiting for her to give some kind of reaction. 

“I see a woman who is determined, a woman who isn’t going to let her own medical condition stop her, she puts herself through hell and back to save five complete strangers.” he added, as he leaned a little forward to get her attention. 

But she stayed silent. He could hear her swallow, and the fingers tracing over the plastic mask. 

“I almost gave up Eddie.” she said, crying.  “If you and Buck didn’t come in when you did then..” she sobbed as she turned her head and searched for his brown eyes. A tear traced slowly from her eye down her cheek. 

It was heart wrenching. Looking at someone you loved, as you could practically see them shatter into a thousand pieces right in front of you. “Hey hey hey, no if’s.” he started as he motioned her some kind of stop sign. “It happened. We got you out of there, that’s what matters.” he continued, as he placed his right hand on her hands that were still fidgeting with the mask. 

She glanced at their hands together, and back.

“I’m sorry” she whispered softly as she pressed her lips together, to try and fight the tears that were trying to get through the barrier.  “Sorry? Para qué?” he asked her as he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. 

(Y/n) took a breath, and looked Eddie in the eyes. “That you’re always the one who has to rescue me.” she answered, as she pressed her lips into a thin line. 

He gave her a small smile, as he leaned closer to her. “There’s no one else I’d rather rescue” he whispered, as he gave her shoulder a little nudge with his shoulder. 

A small smile formed on her face, as she looked into his eyes again. She leaned her head onto his shoulder and closed her eyes for a second. Eddie placed his arm around her shoulder and planted a kiss on her hair. 

She wouldn’t want anybody else to rescue her other than Eddie.

[stargazing-dreamer-girl]

Nothing Breaks Like a Heart

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: This is angsty, people. Heartbreak ahead.

Requested: Yes -  Prompt 23, 18, 6, and 4? For Jughead? He joins the serpents and doesn't want you to get involved or hurt so he foes the only thing he could so to protect you. He makes you hate him. All in all he still loves you just has to end the relationship because if he lost you...he wouldnt know what hed do. - by @megafandomsxassemble​

Part 2

Gif’s not mine

It was the fifth day you hadn’t heard anything from Jughead. Your calls were left unanswered, your texts left on read. And you were starting to get worried.

You had never known Jughead to ignore you like that. Sometimes a day went by when he didn’t reply to your texts. Those were usually days when he was so focused on his writing that everything around him was fading out. Then you would get a call from him in the middle of the night when he had snapped out of it and noticed how late it had gotten already. He would apologize and tell you he loved you and you would say it back because you loved his quirky side and his writing and his ambitions. You had never worried on those days.

But now, as the sun went down on the fifth day without hearing anything from him, your mind was filled with worry like it had never before. Once again you picked up your phone and dialed his number, the familiar ringing sound filling your head as you brought your hand up to anxiously bite your nails. It was a bad habit, you knew, but you couldn’t help it in this situation.

You had already asked Archie, if he knew where you could find Jughead. You had even approached Betty whose obvious crush on Jughead always made you squirmy, but neither of them knew anything either.

Your relationship had changed ever since he started attending South Side High. Whenever you asked him about the new school and his South Side life he avoided your questions. You didn’t want to pry and make him talk about something he was uncomfortable with sharing, but now you wished you had because maybe it would explain why your boyfriend of over a year seemed to avoid you.

Tonight was supposed to be your date night and you didn’t even know if he’d show up, so you didn’t bother getting ready. Instead you opted for sweatpants and a shirt that was too big on you. You tried your hardest to get comfortable on the couch in your living room but kept glancing at your phone not being able to stop worrying about him.

Of course, he was his own person and could do what he wanted, but you loved him and as far as you knew he loved you too, so he should talk to you if anything was bothering him, right?

You turned on the TV and put the first thing on you saw, but you couldn’t focus on it. It slipped into the background as your mind kept circling around Jughead. Maybe you should go to the police and file a missing person’s report. You had no idea where exactly he was living at the moment. He never wanted you to come to the South Side. Otherwise you would’ve checked there. Not knowing anything made you crazy.

You jolted up when there was a knock on the front door. You didn’t want to get your hopes up. It could be anyone, but a little voice in your head whispered to you that it was the person you had been waiting for all this time there in front of your door. Quickly, you made your way over to the door and opened it.

When you saw your beanie-wearing idiot of a boyfriend standing there you rushed forward to put your arms around him.

“I was so worried about you,” you mumbled into his shirt, all the built-up tension leaving your body.

He put his arms around you in a sense of urgency and pressed your body closer against his. His nose buried itself into your hair, inhaling your familiar scent.

When you pulled away to look at him he wanted to protest, he wanted this moment to last longer, last forever, but he let it happen because he also wanted to look at your face once more and remember all its small details.

“Where have you been? Why haven’t you answered any of my calls and texts?” You bombarded him with your questions as you pulled him inside the house and had him sit down in the living room. “Nobody knew anything about your whereabouts? Do you know how many times I imagined your body lying dead in the woods somewhere?”

He was quiet while you paced back and forth questions still spilling from your mouth.

When you finally got it all out you looked at him expectantly with your hands on your hips. “So?”

“Maybe you should sit down, Y/N.” It was the first thing he said to you to which your eyes got wide, but you complied and sat back down on the couch you had already occupied all evening. You moved aside the blanket you had carelessly thrown down when you went to answer the door.

Jughead pulled the beanie off his head and ran his fingers through his hair. This was harder than he had hoped. He couldn’t even get himself to look at you anymore, but he knew exactly what he would see. You would be sitting cross-legged on the couch, your hands in your lap and you would stare at him with big, curious eyes. And he couldn’t look at that, at you, while saying what he did next.

“I think we need to break up.”

You were quiet, didn’t move, so he finally looked up to see if you had heard him.

You didn’t say a sword as you stared at your intertwined hands. From his spot on the chair he could see that they were shaking. Your whole body was as you were trying not to spill the tears that were forming in your eyes.

“Y/N, I-“ He didn’t know what to say next, might have even backed out if you hadn’t interrupted him. “So, that’s it? It’s over?” Your voice was shaky. It was hard to say anything since your throat felt like it was closing off.

“It’s not you, Y/N! It’s-“ “Don’t finish that sentence!” You lost the fight of holding your tears in, so they started to roll down your face, but it barely bothered you. “We used to make fun of people who said that, called it uncreative and insincere. You never struck me as that kind of person, so why, Jug? I thought you loved me. Why are you breaking up with me?” You grew desperate.

He hated it when you cried. All he wanted to do was pull you into a hug and whisper into your ear that everything would be alright, but he couldn’t do that now. He had to repeat it in his head again and again. He did this to protect you. He could not give in.

“I don’t love you anymore. I’m with somebody else.”

That statement was like a punch to the gut. It stole all the air from your lungs, made it hard to breath. It left a bad feeling in your stomach and you felt like you were about to throw up.

“Please, don’t hurt me like this,” you begged as you looked up into his face, but he was stern. His eyes looked straight into yours when he repeated himself.

“I love her. More than I have ever loved you. You cannot compare.”

Jughead’s heart broke as he uttered those sentences and saw you like that. He heard you wince which tore at his heart even more, but he had to do that. You weren’t safe by his side. He was a Serpent now and he needed to protect you from that life. It was dangerous and he could never live with himself if he were the one who put you in a position where any harm might befall you.

“Leave my house, Jughead!” You ordered in the calmest voice you could muster. Not just were you broken, sad and hurting. You were angry, furious. With him, with yourself, with the world.

You got up when he didn’t move and just stared at you.

“Go! Leave my fucking house!” You stood pointing at the door for a moment, but all the composure left you as you broke down right then and there. You were lying on the floor, curled up, staring straight ahead at the couch. The tears were still streaming from your eyes. They fell onto the carpet where a dark spot began to form.

After a few seconds you heard him get up and take a few steps, before he hesitated, but then made his way over to the door and left your house, left your life. The screams you let out were agonizing. Jughead who was stopped right after closing the door behind him could still hear them.

And he finally didn’t have to hide his emotions anymore as he slid to the ground against your front door and let the tears fall. You would be safe and didn’t have to worry about him anymore. He tried to convince himself that he had made the right decision but feeling that ache in his heart and hearing your pitiful cries made him not so sure of it.

But he couldn’t go back. You would probably never take him back even if he wanted to. Which was his plan, but he couldn’t help the regret nagging at him.

He couldn’t stay at your house any longer, so after a deep breath and one last look back he left. He left you behind heart-broken, but he hoped you wouldn’t be for too long. He hoped you would get over him quickly, that he made you hate him strong enough and you could just move on with your life. You could find somebody new who could give you a better life than he ever could and he hoped that his heart would heal from this, too. He would never forget you, his first love.

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Hey there! Just discovered the profile and im loving the fics ❤️ can i request where in No Way Home, Peter (Tom or Andrew you pick 😉) sees that the Goblin has yn held hostage and he does everything in his power to get you back but ultimately Goblin throws yn off the building and Peter isnt able to save her. But he is there with Yn in her last moments. (Im a sucker for angst 😂😂)

Oof, not angst with a sad ending 😬. Here! 💜

[sweetblink]

Frozen in Time.

Frozen in Time.

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Connor Rhodes x Reader.

Requested by: @megafandomsxassemble

Maybe an imagine where yn gets shot and either Jay Halstead or Connor Rhodes is dating her and they freak out when they find out shes in a coma cause the shot was lethal. Again angsty and feels.

Warning: blood, angst?

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He was frozen.

For the second time in his life, Jay was truly frozen in his spot, heart beating like crazy, and everything around him, muffled. He wouldn’t talk about the first time because he never wanted to remember what he saw.

“Y/N!” He yelled so loudly, it caught the attention of the rest of them team, as he sprinted to your side. Hank Voight had seen what the shooter had done,  the suspect shooting down one of their own and about two other cops, quickly, with Al, and Antonio, they shot down the man, while the rest rushed to Jay’s side.

Tears sprung to Jay’s eyes as he desperately tried to stop the bleeding on where you had gotten shot, noticing that you were quickly losing a lot of blood. You were staring at him in shock, taking rapid breaths as you felt pain sear through your abdomen.

Jay was instantly covered by your blood, when he noticed the second gunshot wound, Kim was by his side, hands shaking a little. “Y/N, you’re going to be okay, don’t close your eyes please.” She begged as she began to rip part of her shirt

Jay began to caress your face, placing his forehead down on yours. “Please, Y/N, don’t leave us now.” He whispered. Upton was beside Ruzek, as Erin called for back up and ambo.

While all that went on, all you could really do is just stare at Jay, as you continued to gasp, and felt pain all over, including feeling lightheaded as well, thinking that what if this was really it? You were going to leave behind your fiance, Connor, who finally proposed after three years of dating, your two brothers, you loved dearly, because they took care of you the best they could and the rest of your Chicago family that you made.

Slowly your eyes drooped, and soon you closed your eyes, last thing you heard was Jay’s desperate cries.

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Connor was finally finished with his night shift, finally ready to go home and rest, and after a successful night of saving the one patient that was brought in, he felt content. He was in the lounge room, putting his coat up, when Will entered, the room with a small tired smile.

Connor smiled and saw as Nat passed by the room, with a small smile of her own. “So, are things going good now? Are you guys finally together?” he teased.

Will narrowed his eyes. “You spent so much time my sister, you’re starting to sound like her.” He teased.

Connor barked out a laugh and shook his head. “Hey, don’t complain, you and Jay are both the same, we’re just too nice to point out how much of you Halstead’s are gossips.” He teased back.  

Will began to laugh and shook his head. “So how are wedding plans coming along? Y/N, turned into bridezilla yet?”

He shook his head and smiled fondly at the mention of your name. “Just for that, I’m telling your sister.” He teased.

Will looked scared for one second and shuddered at the thought of you yelling at him. “Please don’t, I still haven’t recovered from the last time she was angry, god, who knew she was a small devil in disguise.”

That just made Connor laugh at him, he grabbed his phone from the place he had left it, while Will made his way over to grab his own coat, just as he put on his coat, commotion was heard outside, Connor ignored what was going on, too tired to want to see what was going on.

It wasn’t until Will looked up and saw that it was Y/N that was being rushed into the OR, while Jay running in crying and looking like a mess, that his heart dropped. “Connor.” He croaked out. Connor frowned, and looked at Will, who was looking distraught now. “They just brought in, Y/N.” he said, making his way out the room.

Connor paused for a minute and followed Will out the room, heading in the direction towards where h e saw the whole Intelligence team, Gabby, and Sylvie, with Ethan and Dr. Latham. “Y/N!” He called out, rushing towards where they all were, he glanced at Kim and Jay, who were both covered in blood, that made him run even faster.

“Hey what’s going on, what happened?” he asked, trying to remain calm. Jay turned to him, and tried to talk, but nothing was coming out, which didn’t help, because he felt his anxiety building up every second Jay didn’t respond, as Will began arguing with Goodwin.

Finally, Kim answered him. “We were going to bring in the suspect on our case… and when we got there, … a group of three began shooting at us, Y/N got hit twice.” She replied in a monotone looking blankly ahead.

Without muttering a word, he quickly made his way towards the staircase and sprinted up, wanting to catch up before they take Y/N into surgery, in fact he wanted to be in the OR just to be sure that everything was going to be alright.

Finally, what like felt forever for Connor, he made it towards his destination, only to stopped by Goodwin. “Sharon?” he growled lightly.

“I can’t let you go past those doors, Connor.” Sharon Goodwin said in a light stern voice.

“But Y/N, inside there, I need to be in there with her, helping.” He began to argue, but Goodwin shook her head.

“I’m sorry, Connor, but I can’t allow you to go in that OR. You just barley got off a long night shift, and you’re way to close to this.”

Connor glared at Sharon, but in the end, he broke it off and looked away trying his best not to cry. He began to pace out in the waiting area, just as the rest of the group, along with Will came. Connor walked over at them.

“What they say?” Voight asked.

Connor shrugged. “I don’t know, I can’t go inside, but it’s a bit early to tell.” He replied. The sergeant nodded, and told his team to get comfortable, claiming they weren’t going anywhere and was calling backup to take care of the case. Connor ended up sitting next to the Halstead’s and tried to his best to calm his nerves.

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Waiting was the hardest part for Connor, its been hours and there was still nothing on Y/N. He kept pacing back and forth, Jay was staring blankly ahead, while Will was dozing off in the seat next to him.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Ethan came out of the operating room Dr. Latham standing a few feet behind, instantly everyone stood up, Connor, Will and Jay all stood closer to Ethan as he prepared to give them the news.

“The surgery was a success, we managed to get the internal bleeding under control, and the bullets out clean.” Ethan began. “Unfortunately, Y/N’s slipped into a medical induce coma, one of the bullet wounds hit close to her lungs…”

Connor for the first time seemed to zone out what Ethan was trying to explain, a coma. Y/N was in a coma. “Oh god.” He whispered. Jay looked at him and let out a small frown that was laced with pain.

Ethan looked over at him. “She’ll heal, and she is expected to wake up”

Jay looked at him. “When?”

Ethan looked at him. “I don’t know.” He replied. Jay just looked away, and Will placed his hand on his shoulder as the brothers quietly cried.

Hank stepped forward. “Are we allowed to go in?” he asked. Ethan nodded, and allowed them to go in pairs, but that the siblings and Connor were the first to go in. Connor nodded and allowed for Jay and Will go in first and waited his turn.

Hank came over and patted his shoulder. “Y/N’s a strong girl, I’m sure she’ll wake up soon.”

Connor looked at him. “Could’ve lost her today Sarge.” He croaked out. “I don’t know what’d I do if I lost her.” Hank just patted his shoulder again but didn’t say anything. Finally, the Halstead brothers was out the hospital room and it was Connor’s turn.

He quickly made his way inside and his breath hitched when he saw you lying there, looking very pale. Silently making his way over, he sat on the chair and grabbed your hand and held it against his cheek. “You know. I was looking for places to get married, and I think I found a place, baby.” He began, his eyes watering.

“I just need you to wake up so you can finally agree on a place and become bridezilla.” He lightly teased. He looked at you, but nothing. Finally, he felt his tears trickle down his cheek. “Please Y/N, you have to wake up soon.” He croaked.

After a few minutes of talking to Y/N, a knock on the door was heard, and he hesitantly got up to open it. The whole intelligence team was outside and slowly allowed them all to head in. Will, Jay and him stayed behind the gang as they all muttered their words to Y/N.

Will turned to Connor. “You alright?” he asked. Connor shook his head and looked up at the ceiling.

“Yeah, I’ll be alright.” He replied. Will and Jay nodded.

It went on like this for two weeks, when one day you finally woke up. Connor was in the room reading when he saw your hand shift, he stood up and walked over to you. “Y/N?” he whispered, smiling now.  

Hearing your name, your eyes snapped open.

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Things probably came out wrong in this so I’M SORRY. 

HELLO IM HERE TO SAY THAT I WILL FINISH WRITING ALL THE IMAGINES THAT HAVE BEEN REQUESTED, I’VE JUST BEEN SO BUSY WORKING AND I GET HOME LATE BUT I WILL FINISH WRITING THEM ALL & CONTINUE WRITING!

Masterlist

[writingsforfandoms-multi]

right place, wrong time | will halstead x reader

• requested by @megafandomsxassemble

• a.n: i’m terrible at third POV so if i switched back and forth i’m sorry.

is all this medical stuff correct? no but i tried

• summary: reader gets shot and is found by Will unconscious and bleeding out

• warnings: cursing [like twice?]

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you were walking out of your apartment when a man came stumbling back out of the apartment a few doors down holding a gun. he looked at you and before you could rush back into your apartment, he shot you in the stomach and took off down the hall.

you stumbled back into your place, putting pressure where you were shot, and you fell to the ground. you tried to get your phone from your purse to call 911, but it was too far. you tried to scoot yourself towards it, but you gave up, feeling the energy leaving your body and just wanting to rest. you closed your eyes and hoped someone had heard the gunshot and was coming to help you.

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jay was going to join Will and y/n for dinner, so he and Will just met up in the parking lot of the apartment complex. the last thing either expected to see was the front door open and you unconscious on your side on the ground.

Will rushed to your side and when he turned you on your back, his panic went through the roof when he saw how much you were bleeding. he felt for a pulse and was relieved when he found it but worried when he felt how slow and weak it was.

“call an ambulance!” will yelled to jay as he put pressure on your wound. jay left for the bathroom to get gauze he knew you’d have while on the phone with 911

“they said the ambulance is 20 minutes out” jay hurries back to the living room and gives Will the gauze.

“that’s too long, it would be faster if we took her” Will says as he packs your wound with gauze.

“c’mon i’ll drive” jay says as Will picks you up and carries you bridal style.

Jay opens the back seat door and Will lays you across the seats and he gets in after you, putting your head in his lap and keeping pressure on the wound; Jay gets into the driver’s seat and puts his sirens on.

“please wake up” Will keeps mumbling as he continues to apply pressure to your wound throughout the whole ride.

it seems like forever before you get to the ER. jay jumps out of the car and goes inside to get help while Will gets out of the car. he takes a hold of your hand and brings it up to his lip, “you’re gonna be okay”

you tried your hardest to open your eyes, but all you could do was whimper; it hurt so damn much, but you were slowly starting to be aware of your surroundings.

jay comes back a few seconds later with april, choi, and rhodes.

“let’s get her on the stretcher” rhodes orders

Maggie directs to go to trauma 2 and Will doesn’t let go of your hand the whole time, especially when you started to open your eyes.

you were seeing white spots and your hearing was muffled, but one word you heard clearly was ‘needle’, and you do not mess with needles.

“no” you whimper. you started shaking your head and tried to push the person away from you who was holding you down.

“give her a sedative” orders choi and you assumed it was april who held your arm out.

you started to thrash side to side, trying to avoid getting the needle, but you felt a pull in your stomach which made you freeze and it gave april the opportunity to sedate you.

“damn it, there’s a tear in one of the intestines” rhodes says as he looks at the ultrasound. you needed surgery.

“she’s flatlining!” yells april

“she’s lost too much blood” says choi as he shakes his head. there wasn’t much they could do because the blood bank hasn’t sent up her blood type yet. all they could do was try to keep you stable.

the other nurse tried to get Will to wait outside, but he refused.

“Will I know you want to stay and be with her, but you have to let them work” jay says.

After minutes of Will refusing to leave and Jay trying to convince him, Will finally gave in.

All Will and Jay could do was wait.

-

“how the hell did this happen?” will asks angrily as he paces in the waiting room

“she was probably just at the right place at the wrong time” jay says, “but I talked to Voight and he’s got patrol units right now checking out the area and gathering information”

“find the bastard who did this to her” will says as he sits down and his face goes to his hands, tears gathering in his eyes.

-

it felt like hours went by until rhodes finally came out, Will and Jay jumping from their seats.

“how is she?” Will asks

“it was touch and go for a bit. her heart stopped on the operating table but it we were able to get her back. we went in and removed the bullet and also fixed the tear in her intestine. she’s still sleeping the anesthesia off, but should wake up soon” rhodes says

will let out a sigh of relief, “when can i see her?”

“now if you want” rhodes says

Will wasted no time in going to your room. He took a seat next to you and grabbed your hand in his; he didn’t like how limp your hand felt in his, he’s always so used to you squeezing his hand tight.

“i was so scared when i saw you in the apartment,” will says as he recalls the moment where his heart felt like it stopped beating.”and i know connor said you’d be okay, but i’m still just..” he trails off, his voice catching.

His heart was still racing even though he knew you were okay.

“please wake up soon” he whispers as he lays a kiss on your forehead and settles in the chair.

he wasn’t going to leave your side.