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Alright, went out with some friends and I’m a little buzzed and I’m about to start the new eps. We’ll see how much of them I remember tomorrow

My birthday’s on Friday and this is what my mom got me! And it came just in time for One Chicago Day! I’ll definitely be wearing this tonight when I watch the new eps!

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Requested: yes  
Published:November 11th, 2021
Pairing:Connor Rhodes x Reader
Prompt(s):none[my prompt list]
Warning(s):none
Word count:1.2k
Author’s note: I do not write for the One Chicago fandom anymore (maybe in the future if I find my way back to them but I honestly don’t have time to do so) this is a post long overdue (wrote this in June) and I’m soso sorry for the delay. Hope you enjoy!

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“Thank god you exist, honestly,” you said, stepping out of the fancy car your best friend is in possession. There are rarely people who would agree to be a first-class Uber for someone who smashed their car into a pulp. For months, the deal would go on, and Connor, if his wish for helping suddenly evaporated, would have no option but to continue to drive you around.

There were unspoken truths between you, truths neither side wanted to believe in fear of them not being well…true.

“What? Scared you wouldn’t find a decent chauffeur?” Asked Connor Rhodes, flicking on the locks of his car with his keys.

“I was thinking more Uber like,” you teased. “But chauffeur works too.”

His chuckle left a familiar buzz in your body. The usual: a racy heart, goosebumps and butterflies.

“Only you can demolish your car and act like you gave him a scratch,” Connor commented, holding the door open for you.

You brushed past him with a smirk, waiting until he too was inside the hospital before you began your move. “It’s a sign from the above, Connor.”

“What’s a sign from the above?”

That specific voice couldn’t be drowned out by the ER, even if one wanted it to be. Ava Bekker, a secondary CT fellow that spent most of her work hours with none other than Connor.

What could you say, you were a territorial woman. Though because Connor and you still labeled as friends, there was nothing you could do to prevent her claws from sinking into him.

You gave her your best disinterested look, accompanied by a polite smile. “That I should finally invest in a Mercedes.”

“Whaat? But I liked your Mini Cooper!” Connor feigned disappointment, scrunching his brows up adorably.

You went as far as to squeeze his cheek, all in good vibes. Ava’s eyes dug into your body, but you ignored it the best in your ability. “Anyway, I should get going. It’s Sunday, so there’s bound to be kids around here.”

“Wouldn’t want to be in your shoes,” Connor joked.

“Yeah, me neither.” Ava agreed.

You looked at her from the corner of your eye. Talk about a hidden meaning. “Okay, you two. No need to go off on us pediatric mortals.”

Your best friend laughed, pulling you in for a quick hug like he always did now that you didn’t spend much time brushing shoulders at work since he ditched the ER life for a CT fellowship. Connor gave you your jacket back, one that he was holding since you left his car, the gentleman, oblivious to the fact he was making Ava the real third wheel.

You felt victorious as Connor looked into your eyes, “Don’t leave without me.”

His jokes were the highlight of your day. You spoke up after he and Ava started to walk away, “Yeah, right! Like I have anything to leave with.”

Connor’s wink was the last thing you saw before he became a ghost.

***

When you decided to take a step back from pursuing your feeling for Connor, you felt as though a big part of your life suddenly felt odd. In the weirdest way, the slow-burn that was you showing truly how you felt for him was missed more than you expected it to be.

You watched from afar as the fellowship rivalry Connor and Ava were in possession of grew into a friendship, an alliance.

The car rides grew less frequent, due to you blackmailing your ER colleagues into driving you places, and when they did happen there was rarely any talk on your side.

Today, out of all of them, no one at the ER was free enough to drive you to your dentist appointment.

The fact didn’t go unnoticed by Connor.

He grabbed your sleeve before you could sneak out the back door and fetch a bus.

You were so stunned you couldn’t speak, instead letting the best friend drag you out like a doll. Your pompom covered hat was just hanging in your hands, as you were (as mentioned) too stunned to put it on. Ava Bekker could be heard behind you both, “Hey Connor, I was wondering-”

“Not now, Ava,” he said sternly, not turning around to look at her as he rounded his car with you in tow. Connor opened the door with precision and stuffed you in gently yet firmly enough for you to let out a yelp.

Your door smacked closed, and you couldn’t hear what he muttered to her as he jogged around the SUV to the driver’s seat.

Cold air rushed in as he crammed himself inside next to you, disappearing when he closed the door behind him. Connor flicked the car on, maneuvering out of his usual parking space with ease and aggression to match.

Not knowing what to do, you leaned in and quietly turned on the heating. Your cold feet were immediately enveloped with warmth.

You watched him from the corner of your eye as a smile tugged at his handsome features. It blinked with familiarity, “Why are you avoiding me?”

His question caught you off guard, “Um, what?”

Connor gave you a look, “Don’t play dumb with me. You’ve been avoiding me, and I want to know why?”

“Not letting you drive me around constantly doesn’t mean I’m avoiding you,” you told him, hating how your voice came out in the form of a squeak.

“It means exactly that,” Connor said with a little more decibel in his voice, “You don’t get to just back out of a deal. Not when-”

Then his voice evened out, and your brows came down into a frown, “Not when what?”

“Nothing.” He said quickly. Too quickly.

You waited until he took a turn to question him further, “You obviously wanted to say some-”

“Not when I love you!”

His confession was so out of place you had to blink back twice before regaining yourself, “Wow.”

“Yeah, wow,” he mocked, focused on the road because what better thing to do after confessing in a moving car, “Look we’ve been doing this dance for a long time now, and I know Ava put you off. I don’t want you to think she is even remotely important to me. I’m an idiot and-”

“Connor,” you cut him off, “Stop the car.”

“Stop the car?” He asked you, looking as surprised and confused as ever. “You want me to stop the car?”

“Yes, you idiot! Stop the car, so I can return my feelings!”

Never did you see someone park so fast before.

Connor wielded the steering wheel like it was a sword, maneuvering with impatient speed around the parking spaces. It took him a minute to turn off the car completely.

And then you pounced.

It felt as good as is you thought it would.

Kissing him was like a second nature. You pulled, and he came, you lead, and he followed. His hand found your cheek, and it caressed it until you were a pool of bottled-up emotions at his feet. The need for air came after a while, and you pulled away from him, flushed and with love in your eyes.

“I love you too.”

And then your whisper became an afterthought when lips clashed together again.

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people watching - conan gray

interlude: i’m not angry anymore - paramore

bouquet - ethan jewell

what could have been - jordan mackampa

strangers - jonas brothers

carnivore! - bear attack

when the party’s over - nora & will

daddy issues - the neighborhood

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A/N: This was requested by an anon and is based on Chicago Med 4x19. I hope you like it and please remember to reblog and comment!

I’d like to give special shoutouts to @i-like-sparkly-things for making the amazing new icon I have and to @emme-looou for offering to help me with my research methods homework.

Anyway, enjoy!

“Can I take them off now?” you asked impatiently as you walked into the ED with your big brother, Will.

“Yes, you can take them off now,” he answered.

You quickly took off your gloves and handed them to him and he put them in his pocket. As soon as the gloves were out of your hands, you quickly popped your thumb in your mouth. Jay and Will were trying to get you to stop sucking your thumb, but it didn’t always work, especially when you were tired. And you were really tired now.

“Bring a friend with you today, Doctor Halstead?” Maggie asked.

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still one of my favorite writers <3

A masterpiece like always

clayrefelloffthecliff:

Still can’t believe they named this man Crockett Marcel and let him be the sanest member of the ED staff

They really burnt down Will’s building before he had a moment to even enjoy it. Also that was a really disjointed episode. It felt like two episodes in one, but mainly like a bunch of deleted scenes makeshifted together for an episode. None if it felt cohesive it just felt….boring.

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chicagomed:

We’re closing out 2016 on a high note!

Two turtle doves and a Dr. Choi underneath our tree? Yes, please.

Is it just us, or is December feeling extra hot this year?


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Pieces (7): Feelings are strange

Chapter 7: Feelings are strange

Chapter Summary: Y/N worries when Jay stops responding to her messages. Meanwhile, a ruckus in the waiting room attracts Y/N’s attention.

Word Count:1,879

Warnings: allusions to verbal abuse, threatening behavior

A/N: Things are… moving. Kind of. I hope you like this update! All the comments have really got me more excited to show you more chapters! Remember to stop by and let me know what you guys think!!!

SERIES MASTERLIST

JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

You’d taken Chloe to school yourself the next day to talk to them and find out why Caleb was able to take her out of school and found out that even though you’d filled out the paperwork, they hadn’t processed it. It had taken a whole lot of effort not to scream at everyone in the room. Instead, you’d insisted on seeing the list of approved adults for Chloe just so you could rest easy that she wasn’t going to disappear right under your nose again.

So you’d definitely felt better for the rest of the day, your mind wandering back to what Jay had said to you the night before.

You’d always thought that when the day came again when someone, anyone, asked you out on a date again, you’d say no with absolutely no hesitation. That’s what you’d told yourself the day Caleb had walked out on you and Chloe. You’d never trust someone else with yours or Chloe’s happiness, ever again.

But that was before Jay Halstead.

You wanted to be mad at him, really. You wanted to be mad at him for crashing headfirst into your life, for wavering your determination to not let anyone too close, for making you feel like you mattered again. But you couldn’t even be mad at him.

You glanced at your phone.

You’d sent him a text to say that the two of you should talk but he hadn’t responded, so you stuffed your phone back into your pocket where it belonged. But now that you were anticipating a response, it felt like a boulder that you were carrying around all day, you literally had to fight the urge to check it every few minutes.

When he hadn’t responded by the next day, your initial annoyance had slowly shifted into worry. It wasn’t like Jay to not respond like this. At first, you’d thought he might have been annoyed that he hadn’t gotten a response from you, after all a guy like Jay Halstead probably didn’t face rejection much, or at all. But now, you weren’t so sure.

“Hey, Will.” You headed up to him where he was getting coffee.

You hesitated, now.

Will frowned. “What’s up? Everything okay?”

You nodded. “Is Jay okay?”

Will’s eyebrow rose. “Yeah, as far as I know. Why? Did you hear something?”

You shook your head. “I just… I haven’t heard from him. He usually doesn’t do that, so I was just wondering…”

“Oh, crap. I was supposed to tell you yesterday but I forgot.” Will said. “He came by my place in the morning to pass me some stuff and he told me to let you know he’s going under, probably for a few days, so he’d be uncontactable. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Under?” You asked.

Will nodded. “Yeah, they do some undercover work sometimes. When they have to.” Will paused. “He can’t have his personal phone with him when he does. He’ll show up in a couple of days.”

You nodded, a little absentmindedly. “Yeah, thanks.”

“Please don’t tell him I forgot to tell you. He will literally kill me.” When that didn’t elicit much of a response from you, Will paused. “Everything okay?”

You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, just needed to finish a conversation.”

Will studied you for a bit before he nodded again. “You know if you need anything…”

You smiled. “Yeah, I know. Thanks.”

By the end of the week, you still hadn’t heard from Jay.

But everytime you felt your mind go there, you yanked yourself back, wondering when this had begun. When had you begun to rely on someone again, when you’d told yourself again and again that you couldn’t go back down that road.

The worst part was that you had no idea how this had all happened and why it was Jay that gave you this sense of stability, this sense of security. And now that you found yourself here, you had no freaking clue what to do, but you had to figure it out before you spoke to him again.

The only good thing about a crazy day in the ED was that you didn’t have time to dwell on these little things floating through your mind. You’d come out into the waiting room to help Connor update his patient’s wife when a commotion near Leah’s counter caught your attention.

“I’ve been waiting for over an hour!” You heard his fist bang on the table. “And I want to know why I’m still waiting!”

You took a deep breath, wanting nothing more but to head inside. But there was no way a guy like that was going to let you leave peacefully.

Before you’d even taken so much as another breath, he’d caught sight of your white coat and pointed at you.

“You! Lady! You’re a doctor. Yousee me.”

Maggie raised her eyebrows at you and you’d turned around to look at him, controlling your expression as best as you could.

“Sir, we have to see patients based on their conditions. If you wait a while longer, we’ll try to move things along.” You kept your voice patient, before you tried to turn to go back into the ED.

“Lady! I demand to see a doctor now!”

You felt your irritation rise. You had a four year old that behaved better than this.

You moved towards Leah, peering at his registration sheet and you nodded at her, noting his non-emergent symptoms.

“Sir, as we have told you many times, we have to see patients based on the urgency of their condition. Please wait your turn.” Your voice was stern now. He moved forward as if to confront you again but eyed Earl keeping a watching eye by the corner, as you stepped backwards.

You glanced at Leah who nodded, before you turned and headed back into the ED.

You glanced at the clock as you pulled on your jacket in place of the white coat you’d been in all day.

“We’re going for drinks, can your babysitter do another few hours?” Will asked, as he closed his locker and pointed to Connor.

You gave him a smile. “Not today, she can’t work late. Sorry.”

Connor shook his head. “Come on, we can’t compete with a kid for her mom. We’ll do a kid-friendly one sometime.”

You laughed and nodded, grabbing your bag.

“Have fun guys!”

You headed out towards your car. It was already late, the streets felt a little darker than usual so you looked up at the sky for a moment before you continued walking. You’d been a little late at the start of shift thanks to Chloe’s school, so you’d had to park your car a little further from the entrance.

You were about two cars away when you felt someone tug roughly at your arm.

Spinning around, you frowned at the man who was holding your arm so tightly it was starting to hurt. It took you a moment before you placed him again - the man screaming at Leah in the waiting room earlier today. The man you’d told to wait when he’d yelled at you demanding you see him then and there for a flu.

You glanced down at your arm, attempting to pull it backwards out of his grasp but he was way stronger than you were.

You could still see the anger flash in his eyes even in the dark as he stepped forward and you stepped backwards. He pushed you roughly before your back hit the hard wall of the external hospital wall. “What do you want?” It took you some effort to keep your voice steady.

“You’re really rude.” He commented, not really answering your question. “If there’s one thing I know, it’s that rude women need to be taught a lesson.”

You could feel your heartbeat quicken as you tried again to tug your arm out of his grasp with barely any success.

He raised his other arm now and even as you tried hard not to, you flinched as you saw his palm come swinging down at you.

And then, nothing.

You opened your eyes again and there he was. You felt the rush of something that felt suspiciously magical, before your brain and mouth connected. “Jay.”

Jay didn’t turn to look at you, almost like he hadn’t heard you. He’d caught the guy’s arm midair and you were sure if he’d been even a second later you’d have already felt the impact.

“Step the hell back.” Jay growled, speaking each word slowly.

It was the first time you’d heard this much anger in his voice. You don’t think you’d even heard it that few times he’d spoken to Caleb. This was different.

“What’s it to you?” The man didn’t look like he wanted to back down.

Jay didn’t respond, merely glancing down at the badge attached to his waist. “I won’t say it again. Walk away.” Jay looked pointedly at his other hand.

The guy wrenched his arm out of Jay’s grasp as he let go of your arm. Jay shifted, standing in front of you now. “If I see you anywhere near her again…”

The guy seemed like he was weighing his options but instead turned to leave.

Jay turned towards you now. “You okay?”

You took a deep breath. “Yeah, I think so.”

Jay exhaled.

“Great self-control there, Jay.” You said with a smile. “I’m not sure Will could have kept his cool.”

Jay smiled. “Oh, you have no idea the effort it took. If he’d actually hit you…” He paused. “I might have beaten the crap out of him.”

“ Oh Detective Halstead, you wouldn’t.” You teased gently, smiling as you watched the hard look in his eyes slowly give way to the gentle green eyes you knew so well.

Jay glanced down the street to make sure he was really gone. “Sorry I haven’t been in touch.”

You shook your head. “Will told me. Everything okay with you?”

Jay nodded. “Yeah, I…”

He was interrupted as his phone rang and you nodded at him as he answered it. You watched his frown deepen.

“I’ll be right there.” He said as he hung up. “Y/N, I’m sorry, I…”

You shook your head, smiling.

“You gonna be okay?” He asked. “Should I call Will?”

You laughed. “I’ll get home okay. Thanks for… I’m glad you were here when you were. Thank you.”

Jay nodded, squeezing your wrist a little. “I gotta…”

You nodded. “Be safe.”

Jay smiled and jogged towards his truck which was parked a little way away. Jay turned just as he was getting into his truck for one last look.

You raised your hand and waved, as he smiled and waved back before driving off.

You watched a little while longer as he drove away before you hurried to your car and sped off, taking two detours just in case before you got home. Truth be told, you were hoping you’d have the opportunity to talk and you had been this close to actually inviting him over. So you weren’t sure whether it was a good or bad thing he’d been called away.

The only thing certain tonight was one thing - the fluttering feeling in the pit of your stomach and the race of your heart.

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