#ava bekker x reader

[sande5098]

I was wondering if you could do one where you're Ava Bekkers daughter, and you're around 14, and the episode when there's a shooting at the park you're there and you get shot, so when you get rushed into the hospital they immediately know who you're, unfortunately you're in critical condition and you do flat line but Dr Rhodes gose against code and starts doing chest compressions to save you and you do come back and you call out for your mum and he tells you that they'll get you to her, so when you wake up you're all bandaged up and you see Ava waiting for you to wake up, and she reassures you everything is alright and you scoot over letting her sit beside you in bed before you rest your head on her chest, and she promises to get ice cream and you two joke around before you both fall asleep together, and when Connor comes to check on you both he sees you both cuddled up so he leaves you both alone. Sorry it that's a long request.

Critical Condition

A/N: so sorry this took so long, let’s just say that A-Levels are a bitch and my psychology teacher is very unhelpful. I know that the millennium park shooting does take place on a Saturday but for the minute it’s a Friday

Requested: Yes, By anonymous.

Characters: Reader, Connor Rhodes, Ava Bekker

word count: 1.9K

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You hadn’t wanted to go to school that day, most of your friends were either sick or away on a school trip and without them there to keep you company, school would practically be hell. Instead, you headed for Millennium Park at least, you could get some food there or even just chill out and attempt to do your schoolwork which had been emailed to you after you phoned in sick for yourself.

Your mum was going to be at work until 6pm so you had plenty of time to relax for a little. Either way you went to the bean statue and sat at one of the empty park benches, it was till early, almost 9 o’clock meaning that there was hardly anyone there since practically all children were at school and the majority of people there with families with young family’s or children with their babysitters.

As you put your bag on the ground and took out your laptop to open up YouTube on a tab and play some music through your wired earbuds you smiled as some young children ran by you with their slightly unstable legs which struggled to keep up with the rest of their bodies. You looked back at your laptop and quickly opened up your emails to see what work teachers had given you, most of it was easy enough: Biology Chemistry, Geography, English, Maths and Computer science. While you had a lot of your harder subjects today, at least you could do the work outside of a stuffy, noisy classroom.

You settled down into your work, occasionally taking a sip of the coffee you brought with you in a flask. Distraction didn’t come easy to you, and raven after the obnoxious school bell went off at the end of each class, your friends still had to shake you out of your school work trance. You were shocked that after you had made it to 11:35 and had almost completed all your school work that your attention was dragged away from your laptop. Looking up you could see a stampede of people running towards you, many carrying toddlers, and then you heard it. The distinct sound of gun shots you felt your eyes widen and your throat constrict with your heart practically in your mouth as you closed your laptop and started to run with the crowd.

You were shocked that after you had made it to 11:35 and had almost completed all your school work, your attention was dragged away from your laptop. Looking up, you could see a stampede of people running towards you, many carrying toddlers, and then you heard it. The distinct sound of gun shots, you felt your eyes widen and your throat constrict with your heart practically in your mouth as you closed your laptop and started to run with the crowd.

You could feel yourself slowing down, stamina was never your strong suit and the crowds where pushing each other out of the way trying to get to safety. It was at that moment that your footing fell from beneath you and you fell face first onto the ground, smacking your head hard, a sickening crack had brought tears to your eyes as you stumbled to get back onto your feet again; forgetting your laptop that had flown across the ground.

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You started running again, tears clouding your vision and blood in your mouth from your heavily bleeding nose. Gun shots were still flying everywhere, the sound of people screaming and falling behind you and in front of you haunting your thoughts as you begged whatever entity who was out there to spare you today, that you would never skip school again, that you could go home and see your mum today. You were too busy in your own thoughts until you felt blood oozing down your back as you fell for the second time. Not having the strength to scream anymore you just lay there, slowly drifting off into the darkness…

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The first thing which you remembered was the sirens, all of a sudden it was loud and busy. There were multiple people standing over you in some form of uniform, your eyes wide open and you pulse racing, you could feel it everywhere. Were you… Panicking? As you thought back in your memories, noting was really coming to mind, suddenly there was an agonising sharp pain in your abdomen, crying out in terror and fear, you tried to sit up, only to be unable to. There were shushing sounds all around you, telling you it was all going to be okay. From what little you took in you could see it was red… blood? A shooting. It was all coming back to you now.

You properly looked at the people in front of you, they’re wearing blue and black with white writing, police officers were the most likely, why not paramedics? Was the shooter still there? Your breathing hitched and you could feel yourself starting to panic again. One of them lifted you into their arms and you gripped on tightly to them, trying to speak to him, he stopped, trying to listen to you. Your voice came out ragged and weak, even surprising yourself. "Tell my mum, I’m sorry". He smiled, "You will be able to tell her yourself." He said back… With that you drifted back into a dose, still accompanied by pain, screaming, sirens and beeping.

You recognised the hospital you were being rolled into on the stretcher even from the bleariness of your eyes as they squinted open. 'No no no no no... this was not were you wanted to be.' Although it didn't really matter, your mother would have found you eventually but you knew just how deep a load of shit you would be in for skipping school. As you looked around yourself you could see blood everywhere, the crimson red starting to haunt the insides of your eyelids, even if you didn't think it was there it was.

That was when you looked up at the man overhead of you, you could briefly make out Connor Rhodes, your mother's current off and on partner; although she didn't realise that you knew that. "Don't tell mum please" was all you could whisper out hoarsely before coughing up more blood, a nurse handed you a sick dish which all the blood dripped into. "We'll do what we can, Y/n". You smiled briefly but before you could thank him you felt yourself drifting off into another sleep before you could stop yourself, the shouting for a crash cart didn't even allow you to open your eyes again.

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"She's coding! Get me a crash cart!" Connor desperately shouted as he immediately lowered the gurney and threw the pillow to one side before starting chest compressions. Even though Ava and he had their spats he couldn't bring himself to obey protocol in that moment. This child was the light of Ava's life and who knows what would happen if she weren't to make it. He had to blink the tears back from his eyes as he was instructed to stand clear of the defibrillator thankfully, it only took one shock to get her back, and before he have time to think he immediately ordered that they take her to surgery to remove the bullet and sort out the internal bleeding before Dr Lanik even had the chance to berate him for breaking the protocol.

"I want my mum," he heard a faint whisper of the words and looked down at the 14 year old who looked like she was about to cry. He smiled as reassuring as he could at he, "She'll be here with you when you wake up but we've got to remove the bullet for you." The young girl nodded before the anatheisa took hold and she closed her eyes yet again... now the real work started.

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Connor watched as the E.D started to get back to normal well, whatever normal meant several hours later. The place was an absolute mess, blood even managed to find its way onto the ceiling, which he had found it hard to believe. Connor had yet to even find Ava, his colleague was so busy that they had been separated to do their own surgeries. Walking into the break room again, which had mostly been cleaned up he saw Ava. The usual happy blonde woman was collecting her stuff, getting ready to leave after getting changed out of her bloody scrubs. She had an extremely tired look on her face. "Ava?" She turned to look at him, "I'm not in the mood Connor, I want to get some sleep. I'm going home." She replied, attempting to walk out past him. He stepped in front of heralding her forearm. "Ava, Y/N is here. She was involved in the shooting."

Ava stopped and looked up at Connor searching his eyes for any type of deception, "No... No you're lying, where is she?" Connor swallowed the saliva building up in his mouth, "She's in the ICU, room 4" Ava felt her heart constrict as she pulled herself from Connors grip and ran for the stairs up to the ICU. She had never ran the four flights of stairs so quickly, the tears were in her eyes, as they ran down her cheeks and dropped onto the floor causing a slipping hazard if others weren't careful enough.

Reaching that room and looking through that window to see a child wearing her daughters features with tubes sticking out from all over. She carefully entered the room setting down her bags and pulling the chair in the room over to her daughters bedside, picking up the girl's limp, cold hand and holding it in her own. She felt like it had been hours she had been sitting there for when her daughter opened her eyes for the first time. "Y/N/N, Honey, shhhh you're okay. I'm here with you. There's no need to be frightened anymore." Ava softly hushed her, wiping away her daughters unshed tears, glistening in the corners of her eyes.

"Mom? I'm so so sorry, all my friends were going to be away and I didn't want to go to school so I went to the park.. I'm so so sorry." Ava hushed her daughter once again. "It's all right, Honey, we'll talk about it later."

You shuffled yourself over on the bed a little, wincing as you done so, looking over at your mom, she gave you a disapproving look which you chose to ignore as patted the bed for her to join you. Ava pushed herself from the chair and settled beside Y/n on the bed, "Sleep my love, we'll talk later over Ice-cream alright?" You nodded and felt yourself drifting back to sleep surrounded by your mothers love. Ava was not long behind her. It had been a very long day after all.

Connor watched in through the window and smiled softly at the mother and child who he was both deeply fond of. Just another day of work and keeping families together, including the woman who he loved.

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[twistnet]

public displays of affection [ chicago med ]

CHARACTERS INCLUDE ─ will halstead, connor rhodes, sarah reese, april sexton, ava bekker, ethan choi, natalie manning

⋯ WILL HALSTEAD

a golden retriever when it comes to any sort of affection. sure, he understands there is a time and place for it, but some times he can’t really help himself -- you’re his partner, why wouldn’t he show you all the affection? will has no issue with kissing you on the lips, pulling you in for a tight hug, or lacing your fingers with his own. regardless of the crowd surrounding the two of you. some make fake gagging noises, but they understand the need for some physical affection from time to time

⋯ CONNOR RHODES

somewhat like will, but is a bit more reserved. relies heavily on “there’s a time and a place” and will always try to keep up a professional experience in public settings. he will, however, give you a tight hug or a soft kiss to the forehead whenever you need it -- i.e. you’re having a bad day. but, once the doors are closed, he’s very affectionate and will show you every ounce of love the second you’re alone together

⋯ SARAH REESE

very shy to show any sort of physical affection in the beginning of the relationship. she’s still trying to get past the idea that you’re even with her to begin with --  which is something that still amazes her from time to time. once she is able to gain a little confidence, she has no problem reaching down to lace her fingers with your own, before giving your hand a tight squeeze. it’s simple, but it’s very grounding for the two of you and a quick reminder you have each other’s back. any other sort of affection is saved for more private moments when other’s aren’t around

⋯ APRIL SEXTON

loves holding your hand -- she’s a nurse, and a lot of her care comes in the form of contact. she’ll hold your hand if neither of you are busy, give you a few grounding squeezes, or press a kiss to the back of your hand. uses it in the sense to comfort you, while also telling you she’s here for you

⋯ AVA BEKKER

finds public displays of affection to be more on the unprofessional side -- she’s trying to work, and as much as she would like to, kisses cannot be given at this time. however, if she’s on lunch or has a break in-between patiences, she will 100% provide you with the affection you are looking for // lacking throughout the day. it’s also taxing on her as well, but she’s got a better control on her affection when compared to her coworkers

⋯ ETHAN CHOI

much like ava, isn’t too fond of showing public affection but there are instances where he would. the end of shift is usually when he shows the most affection -- seeing he’s super tired and just ready to go home with you for the night. he’ll hold your hand, kiss your neck and cheek. really just turning into a pile of mush once he gets his affection

⋯ NATALIE MANNING

becomes so busy during the day, giving affection is probably one of the last things on her mind, but she always tries to make room for you and the affection she does give. arm around your shoulder // waist, nuzzling into your neck, pressing kisses to your cheek or the tips of your fingers -- she’ll do it all. does stand on the side of hestiancey when it comes to doing so around others, but she loves you so it equals out

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[kosovoisnotserbia]

The Stuff that Dreams are Made of (Ava Bekker x OC!Reader) Chapter 1 🥶

OC!Reader: Marcus Aaron Rose

Warnings: 18+ only, implications of smut, swearing, OC!Reader is trans, alkeyhole consumption, tr@nsphobic parents, mentions of abvse

Word Count: 1743

Dr Bekker does not off Dr Rhodes' father in this story

*buzz buzz buzz* The sound of your alarm woke you from your restless slumber. Rolling over, you looked at your clock to see the time. To your horror, the clock read 5:40 am.

"FUCK" you swore, jumping out of bed. This was bad. Really bad. Today was your first day as a surgeon on Dr Latham's team, alongside Dr Rhodes and Dr Bekker. You had pined your trade in the ED alongside Dr Halstead and Dr Manning, but secretly admired the emergency surgeons for you felt that they "did more for the patients". Regardless of your feelings, you put your best effort in at your job, never wanting to fail. It was only yesterday that you had been called into Ms Goodwin's office. As you were driving to work, you remembered how it went down.

*Yesterday, 16:00*

"Dr Rose, I need you in my office, now." Ms Goodwin said.

I was in the break room having a cup of coffee, and was slightly annoyed at this interruption. Setting down my cup of coffee, I followed Goodwin upstairs, wondering what I could have *possibly* done for her to need me in her office.

As I entered her office, I saw Dr Latham was also there. I was confused, as I had not let anyone know of my secret aspirations to be a surgeon (although I had done surgery at this hospital before, I was ultimately not accepted full-time).

"Ms Goodwin, Dr Latham, what is going on here? I have to get back to work." I said, still confused.

"Dr Rose, I believe Dr Latham has something that he would like to say to you." Ms Goodwin said.

"Dr Rose. I have reviewed your records, and I like what I see. You were previously on surgery at this hospital and were quite good at it. I don't know why you were cut from the rotation, but I disagree with that choice. As such, I would like to extend you an offer to be a full-time surgeon. This will be a position under my watch, where you will work alongside Drs Bekker and Rhodes." Dr Latham said.

Trying to contain your excitement, you graciously accepted his offer. Profusely thanking them both, you strode out of Ms Goodwin's office bouncing back down towards the ED.

*now*

You hurriedly arrived at the surgery department, hoping that you were not too late. Putting on your scrubs, you ran into the newly built surgery conference room.

"Dr Latham, I am so sorry. I overslept my alarm and did not wake up until 20 minutes ago" you profusely apologized.

"Dr Rose, please follow Dr Bekker to OR-1. I accept your apology, but please, next time, do not be late. I will cut you some slack as it is your first day." Latham deadpanned.

Now in the observation room of OR-1, you were sanitizing yourself, familiarizing yourself with your surroundings and your coworkers.

"I see the spring chicken isn't all that" you heard a voice in a thick South African accent say from behind you.

"And I see that you want to be with Corny," you said, using your nickname for Dr Rhodes.

Turning around, you spotted Dr Ava Bekker, whom you had a crush on ever since you arrived at Gaffney. She wore an expression of extreme shock on her face, jaw hanging like a body snatcher from Assimilate. Brushing past her, you headed out to the OR, awaiting your first patient.

"Marcus, what do you mean by 'And I see you want to be with Corny'? He and I are just friends." Dr Bekker stated.

"I see the way you look at him. I've seen the way you blush whenever you look at him. For your sanity, please, ask him out." you pleaded, suddenly feeling fed up

*12 hours later*

As you left the ED, a strange feeling came over you. Reflecting on the past day, you almost walked into Dr Bekker on your way to your car.

"Dr Bekker, I'm so sorry." you apologized.

"Please, Marcus, call me Ava. And by the way, I took your advice. You know, about telling Connor how I feel about him?

"It didn't go so well. He said he was flattered, but that he didn't do workplace relationships." Ava lamented.

"Oh. I'm sorry that it didn't work out how you'd hoped. If you need to talk, here's my number," you stated, giving her your phone number.

Thanking you, Ava walked away. As you two parted ways for the night, you never expected what would happen next.

You were now at Molly's, about to drown out your stress with a few drinks. Always one with a high tolerance, you took pride in being the opposite of a lightweight. In fact, while in college, you were Delta Kappa Epsilon Harvard Chapter's undisputed drinking champion for eight years running. All throughout undergrad and med school, you were punching above your weight in alcohol. Sitting at the bar, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning around, you saw it was Ava.

"Fancy seeing you here, Marky," she said.

"You know, I don't even know how you knew that was my nickname. I've only ever let my family and closest friends call me that. As we are colleagues now, I'll let you call me that. But only if no one else is around." you stated matter-of-factly.

Finding no fault in this arrangement, Ava agreed and sat on the stool next to you. You two spent the next hour or so chatting about life, pretty much anything that came to your minds.

"So, what was life in Cape Town like, Miss Ava?" you asked.

"Quite different from the United States, to be honest. Not very much snow, but a lot of football." Ava responded.

"You guys play football down there? What team do you support? Personally, I support the San Francisco 49ers" you asked, incredulous that the NFL had made it to South Africa.

"49ers? I support Kaizer Chiefs" Ava said, bearing an air of confusion in her statement.

"Kaizer? Are you talking about soccer?" you asked.

"Yes, I'm talking about soccer. We call it soccer, I just wanted to fuck with you" Ava snickered, giving you a playful smack.

"Respectfully, bruh" you stated.

This elicited a laugh from Ava. All night, she and you had hit it off. Feeling a good chemistry between you two, you decided to risk it. Steeling yourself, you asked her if she wanted to come back to your place. Taken aback, but happy nonetheless, she accepted.

Now, the two of you were sitting on your living room couch, laughing and talking. For the first time in a long time, you felt truly happy. Not the kind of happiness that you manufactured to please others, but the kind of happiness that only comes from truly connecting with someone.

"Marky, my Marky," Ava crooned, snapping you out of your daydream. "Let's watch a movie."

Agreeing to this statement, you quickly put Star Wars: The Phantom Menace in the DVD player you had. As you settled in for the movie, you felt a hand on your upper thigh. Looking down, you saw it was Ava's.

"I don't want tonight to end," she said, staring lovingly into your eyes.

"Neither do I", you stated.

"You complement me. Two wholes working together", Ava said.

"You think so?" you asked.

"I do. What can I say? I've fallen for you." she confessed.

Stunned, you sat back a bit. Thoughts running through your mind, you ran through them. How could this be happening to you? All your life, you had been looked down on by your family and any women you liked. Your father, in fact, had delivered the worst of it. When you told him you were trans, he did not take it well. In fact, he had beat you so severely that you almost died. You had awoken in a bed in a hospital, surrounded only by machines and a lone cop. That, however, was in the past. You had worked hard to put that past you, going to therapy and not dwelling on it. Even so, you still suffered from low self-esteem, thinking lowly of yourself. You never thought that a woman would like you, let alone one that you also liked. So why was your coworker, Ava Bekker, different?

"Marky, is everything all right? I apologize if I was too forward", Ava said, concern filling her face.

"No, no, you did nothing wrong. It's just that I'm new to this whole romance thing. I've never even had my first kiss. I'm still a virgin. I've never had a girlfriend. Admittedly, that was because back then, I, too, was also a girl. Yes, I am a transgender man. All my life, my family was quite conservative. When I told them I was trans, my father beat me so badly that my skull fractured. I've been rejected by potential dates. As such, it's closed me off to love and relationships. But for you, I'm willing to try." you stated, letting out a sigh of relief at finally being able to tell someone about this who was not a therapist of yours.

"I'm so sorry, Marky. You deserve so much better than that. And you being trans, that doesn't matter to me. You are a man, and I am attracted to men. I am attracted to you. I do not see a difference between you and a cisgender man. To me, you are both men.

"In fact, ever since you arrived at Gaffney, I've harbored a crush on you. Your strong arms. Your toned chest. My, that deep voice of yours. And don't even get me started on your beard. I always found you attractive but never worked up the courage to ask you out. I only ever asked out Connor as I felt that he would actually say yes. I did have a crush on him, don't get me wrong. But it was never as strong or true as my feelings for you, Marky." Ava stated.

Leaning in, you gave her a giant hug. As you pulled away, she took hold of your head and pulled you into a kiss. A kiss. For the first time in your life, you were kissing someone. Your first kiss. This was really happening. Still in an embrace, Ava stood up with you.

"Why don't we take this to my bedroom?" you asked.

"I'd like that very much, Marky", she said.

#chicago med #ava bekker #one chicago #18+ only #multi part fic #chapter 1 #oc reader #ava bekker x reader

[redhairedwolfwitch]

13. Candle - Sarah Reese + Ava Bekker + Reader - Chicago Med - Summer Camp!AU

@purple-dahlias' Seven sentence fic July day 13: candle

The candles flickered as a light breeze blew through the darkness of the room.

"Because that's not creepy at all, there's not even a window open." You commented, glancing around at the windows as Sarah chewed her lip, meeting Ava's smirk.

"Getting scared?" Ava teased, but you rolled your eyes, looking at Sarah for a moment before your gaze lingered back on the spirit board that Ava had brought to camp this summer.

"No! Just..." You glanced at the windows again, about to get up and check the curtains were closed when a hand rested on your knee.

"Do we have any more lights? Maybe something less of a fire hazard?" Sarah enquired, looking towards Ava, who let out a huff, but nodded.

"I was saving this for the ghost stories later, but fine," putting out the unnecessarily large flashlight to turn on under her chin, illuminating her face creepily.

"Now, let's start off with something simple. Are there any spirits with us tonight?" Ava asked, gesturing for the three of you to place fingers on the planchette to see if the three of you would get an answer.

#sevensentenceficjuly #sarah reese x reader #ava bekker x reader #reesker #chicago med #alternate universe #summer camp!au #sarah reese #ava bekker #sarah reese x ava bekker #reader is a bit of a third wheel

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

Chicago Med and Brat headcannons

A/N: I still have a day before the results of the poll are final and I make my decision and will therefore write the next part but I have decided to bless you with this in the meantime 🖤🖤

Connor Rhodes

-100% biggest Ravenna supporter in everything she does

-Soft and gentle with her but also easily irritated with her (because he’s in love with her and pining)

-Secretly jealous of Ava

-Buys her all the comfort items for when he has to work

-All the sex dreams about our little brat

-But also just wants to love and cherish her

Ava Bekker

-Firm believer in making Ravenna independent and her own woman without needing Connor all the tome

-Finds her new books to read when she goes shopping with Sarah

-Takes her on field trips to Art Museums and music halls (because she needs other friends Connor it can’t be just you)

-Definitely has a bit of a crush on our girl

-Is the main driving force between Connor/Ravenna

-Sometimes wonders how those two can be so cute but so stupid at the same time

-100% encourages Ravennas bratty attitude to Connor

#chicago med #one chicago #connor rhodes #connor and the brat #ava bekker #connor rhodes x reader #connor rhodes fanfic #sarah reese

[callsign-dexter]

Surgical Serenade

Request: idk if u still write for him but can you do a Connor Rhodes imagine set in s3 (during the episode at the fundraiser thing) where the reader is like a surgical resident (like in greys anatomy) and her father is a famous general surgeon, so she gets invited and comes in a beautiful dress and he’s whipped, include Ava Bekkers jealousy pls coz I don’t like her 😄🤫

Thx,

Pairings: Connor Rhodes x Surgical Resident!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Thank you so much @selswift23 for requesting this!

You never liked coming to these things but considering your dad was a big time famous general surgeon, you had also been invited, every single time. You yourself were a surgical resident at your father’s hospital, Chicago Med. You really liked it there and you really liked the people especially Connor Rhodes but you never were able to spend time with him since you were always busy and hardly ever on the same shift as him.

You thought Connor was hot but he was always with Ava when you did get to see him and you were absolutely crushed but you took those emotions and put them into work. By doing this you quickly became a top resident. You loved what you did and hoped to be good as your father one day, if not even better. You had talked with Godwin and she had said some promising things but you knew to take them with a grain of salt and just continued to work.

As you were getting read in your apartment you had to talk yourself up into putting on makeup and doing your hair. You sighed and looked in your mirror while you were putting on your earrings and your necklace that your father had given you for a gift on your last birthday. You wished your mother was here to help you get ready for this event but sadly she was not and that crushed you. When you were done putting on your makeup and jewelry when your phone rang. You picked it up and saw that your father was calling so you answered it.

“Hello, Dad.” You said with a smile and put him on speaker as you continued to get ready.

“Hi, Baby Girl. Are you almost ready to go?” He asked you and you smiled.

“Yes, putting the last touches on and then going to put the dress on.” You said and you could hear him nod.

“Do you want me to pick you up?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No. I’m good with driving myself.” You said with a smile on your face. Ever since your mother had died, he had really stepped up and gave you his undivided attention when he wasn’t working and you were glad about that.

“Ok ok. Just let me know if you change your mind.” He said and again you smiled.

“Will do, Daddy. Will do. I love you.” You said

“I love you too, Baby Girl.” He said and then you both hung up.

You looked at the time and then stood up and looked at the time. You stripped off your clothing and put on your navy blue dress. It was form fitting but flowing at the bottom. It was backless and the straps were thick but spaghetti strap style. You absolutely loved this dress. You had paired it off with the diamond earrings and necklace that your father had given you on your last birthday. Your hair was done up in a half up and half down style with it slight curl to it but it was French braided on the side and then loose going down your back. Your shoes were navy blue high heels but not too high where you weren’t able to walk.

When you got up from your bed after strapping on your shoes you looked at yourself in your full-length mirror and smoothed it down and smiled. You turned and grabbed your phone and then walked into the living room. You walked to where your handbag was and grabbed it along with your keys and you were heading to the fundraiser.

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When Connor arrived at the fundraiser with Ava he was ready to get the day over with and out of there. They walked in a greeted everyone that they needed to and then they went a mingled about. He was listening to something Ava was saying but was only half listening to her. He fully lost attention when you walked in looking stunning as ever.

Connor had seen you around the hospital and wanted to talk to you but each time you or he got whisked away. When he was going to ask you something, when you were on the same shift, but Ava always butted in and when he was able to break free you were gone. In all honesty he had fallen in love with you at first sight and he didn’t even know your name. He watched you walk in and greet everyone and then went over to an older man and kissed him on the cheek but for some reason he wasn’t jealous. He watched you shake hands with the other gentlemen around you and other man. He had to know your name.

“Connor, are you even listening to me?” Ava said and but wasn’t paying attention to her.

“Who is that?” He asked Ava and she turned to look at who he was looking at.  

“That is Y/N Scott, surgical resident at med. Her father is Jason Scott.” She said and he just looked at you in awe. He watched you excuse yourself from your father and walked over to the bar. This was his chance. He walked over to that same bar and stood beside you completely abandoning Ava where she stood.

He turned to look at you. “Hi, I’m Connor.” He said and you turned to look over at him and smiled and he could’ve sworn he melted right then and there.

“Hi, I’m YN Scott.” You said and outstretched your hand for him to shake and he did and he loved how soft your skin felt. You only let go when the bartender came back with your drink and you turned and thanked him then turned back to Connor.

“So, Y/N what brings you here on this fine evening?” He asked and you smiled.

“Well since my father is a famous surgeon, I get invited to these things to.” You said and he nodded smiling.

“Your father is Jason Scott, right?” He asked and you nodded “He’s a nice guy. It’s always a pleasure working with him.” He said and you smiled you always thought highly of your father.

“He’s a great man. He really stepped up when my mother passed. I mean he was there before but after she passed, he became the mother and father to me.” You said smiling and occasionally sipping your drink.

While you had been talking Ava had been watching you both and was seething. She was jealous. To her Connor was her man and only her man. Connor would say differently. You never really did like Ava she was always acting better than you and you didn’t like that so you steered clear. She watched you both laugh with each other and the little touches you shared. She then watched you both walk out of the room and to somewhere else.

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It was getting crowded in the room and hard to hear and he seemed to pick up on this too. “Hey, do you want to take this to somewhere quieter?” Connor asked you and you nodded as you set your now finished drink down. He took your hand and led you out of the room. You walked past your father and he just smiled at you when you looked at him. What you didn’t know was that he had always wanted you two to get together and fully supported you. Connor led you outside and for once it was a warm enough night that you didn’t need anything to over up. It was a comfortable silence. “Have you always wanted to be surgeon?” He asked you and you looked at him and smiled.

“Yes, my father had help in me choosing that career. Pretty much my entire family was in the medical field. My mother worked in pediatrics before she passed away due to a car accident.” You said and looked down when you mentioned your mother.

“I’m sorry about your mother. She would be proud of you.” He said and you looked up smiling at him. You had heard the rumors about this man but speaking to him now made all those thoughts invalid. You both continued to talk and then you decided now was the time.

“Connor, I’ve always liked you. I have since I started working at med for my surgical residency. I never got to speak to you because we were being pulled different ways or Ava would come and whisk you away. I think I always steered clear was because you two seemed like you were a couple and I didn’t want to ruin that. Point is, I like you Connor Rhodes and I hope I didn’t fuck this up.” You said and he was silent. You really thought you had fucked this up and was about to turn away and leave when he spoke up.

“No, you didn’t fuck it up. Truth is that I’ve felt the same way. Ava and I are not together, far from it. You’re absolutely beautiful everyday but especially tonight. I wish we had more shifts together but I know how it works. You’re an amazing woman and the work I’ve seen you do is amazing.” He said and you looked down and he gently raised your head up with his pointer finger so you were looking at him. “Can I kiss you?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yes.” You said and he pressed his lips to yours and he could’ve melted at our soft your lips were. Fireworks exploded and this is what you imagined kissing him. He may have rumors going around about him but you decided to take the chance and this was the chance and so you kissed him back. You only pulled away when air was needed and you looked at each other smiling.

“Do you want to go and get another drink?” He asked and you nodded again not trusting your voice. He led you back into the room and to the bar. “Tequila Sunrise?” He asked and you nodded. He turned to the bartender and ordered both of your drinks. When the drinks were put in front of you, you both grabbed them and headed to another part of the room to find other colleagues.

He still had your hand in his and you knew people would be staring and you were right. Your dad was looking at you smiling and Ava was looking at you glaring but you didn’t care. You had Connor and he had you. Nothing could make you both happier at this moment. You both looked at each other occasionally smiled at each other and right then and there you knew this was the best chance you had taken and you weren’t going back.

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Kismet - Connor Rhodes x Reader

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Being here at Chicago Med brought back a lot of memories, some good and some bad.  Connor remembers the thrill of it all, the surgeries, the challenges, the family that he’d never had. The people had been vital to him and truthfully, they still were, which was why he was here today. It’s been four years since he’s stepped foot in this place and now, he’s decided to return. He thought that the memories would fade over time, that the anxiety he had would subside, but the truth is it’s still as prevalent as the day he left.

His tenure here at become a horror show towards the end. A litany of stress and anguish. When he looks back, he wondered how he survived what Ava Bekker put him through. Therapy has helped but at the time he had thought he was drowning in the insanity of it all.

“We’re alike you and I, we’ll both do anything to get what we want.”

Her words ring in his mind as if she had just spoken them. He’d believed her at the time, they were both hungry, both ambitious but he was driven by the desire to learn and Ava, she was driven by ego. They were a matching pair until they weren’t.

“The ends justify the means.”

He remembers the tone of her voice as she said it, the look in her eyes. Everything was calculated down to the final detail even her escape from justice. There had been a moment when she picked up that scalpel where he thought she was going to kill him, he saw the glint of malevolence in her and he thought, this is it. This is how it ends.

But it didn’t end, not really.

He’d been fucked up for a while after she’d committed suicide and that was the point. It had been a final fuck you because she knew, no matter what she had done he would still try to save her. It was a form of torture, he’d held her life in his hands, tried to bring her back but she had escaped like a thief in the night. He had gone home and cried that night. Not for her but for everything she had taken away from him. There was cruelty in what she had done and it damn near broke him.

He was lucky you’d been around that night because the desolation, the loss it had all been too much. When he called, you’d come running, you’d taken one look at him, and you had known what he needed. You hadn’t been anything more than a friend at the time, someone to share a drink with at the bar but he trusted you with his thoughts, his feelings. He had been shaking when you’d gotten there, he hadn’t been able to stop. When you had held him, he had fallen to pieces, his face buried in the curve of your shoulder as he clung for you to dear life. You were his anchor in a sea awash with sorrow, the only thing that could bring him back to himself when he felt so lost, he could barely see through the darkness.

“You doing ok?”

Your voice broke through his thoughts as he sat on the bench in front of hospital. You were still as beautiful as the first day he had laid eyes on you, he felt that swell of heat in his chest as you held out a takeout cup of hot chocolate with a gloved hand, the mitten still buttoned to the back of it. He’d bought them for you at a Winter fair last month, they were sunshine yellow with threads of red and orange woven in. Autumnal colours. They reminded him of the first time he kissed you in Millennium Park, the leaves falling from the trees before the winter chill set in.

“Yea.” He answered automatically before taking his drink from your hands. He paused for a moment reconsidering his answer. “Actually no.”

You were the only person he couldn’t lie to. He put on a brave front, but you saw through all the armour he built up between himself and the rest of the world. you always did. His thumb caressed the indentations of the cardboard cup as you sat down along side of him. You nudged his shoulder gently and he took solace in your proximity. You were a safe haven for him. He could say anything to you, and he knew he wouldn’t be judged for it.

“It’s a lot being back here.” He told you, his dark eyebrows furrowing into a frown before he took a sip from his drink. It was perfect two shots of vanilla, whipped cream. He could already feel the warmth of the sugar soothing over his jangling nerves. “It feels like this place is haunted, my dad, Ava, Doctor Downey, it feels like they’re all just in there, rattling around the halls.”

“You have a lot of memories here.” You said softly, your hip pressing lightly against his. “It’s natural to feel a bit overwhelmed.”

He tilted his head to look at you, those brilliant blue eyes meeting yours as his hand came to rest upon your knee.

“There’s a lot of good ones here too.” He informed you. “It’s where I met you. I was in the right place at the right time.”

He wasn’t even supposed to be on shift that day, he’d finished an hour before. But Marcel had been out sick, and the nightshift needed cover and there you were hurling in Ruzek, because he had cut his arm on razor wire while chasing down a suspect. It had been a couple of nights later the two of you had caught up at Molly’s, he’d asked after his handiwork and sparks had flown.

He had been weary after he’d broken up with Ava, he hadn’t been looking for anything that night, but he’d found it. You were easy to talk to and you made him laugh.  His job kept him serious and all the shit with Ava, game playing, the suspicions…

It had been a very long time since he’d actually laughed out loud, he almost didn’t recognise the sound of it. Drinks, turned to dinner, dinner turned to tender nights wrapped up in one other, making love until the sun came up. Before he realised it you had become as important to him as oxygen.

“Kismet.” He said quietly as he recalled the early days.

“You believe it was fate that brought us together?” You asked him, a small smile playing across your lips. His fingers entwined with yours, he could feel the edges of your wedding ring through the material of your glove.

“I think if we hadn’t met here, it would have been another place to another time.” He told you earnestly. “The way I feel for you… I think we were always meant to find each other.”

“I can’t tell you how much I value you Connor, what the two of us have…” You trailed off, your cheeks colouring as you looked into his eyes. “I think we were written in the stars.”

He smiled then and it was like the sun was shining for the first time in the bleakest winter. It warmed you somewhere deep inside because you knew he felt it too.

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Old Flames Can Still Burn You | Part 1

Fandom: Chicago Med / Chicago PD

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Genre: Angst, drama, romance

Warnings: Descriptions of past domestic abuse, emotional manipulation, blackmail, panic attacks

Word Count: 3494

Prompt From @afro-hispwriter: Ava Bekker is from Reader's past, now together with Jay Halstead they must face the return of everything Reader wanted to escape from.

A/N: I don't know if this is darker than expected, but I hope you enjoy it all the same!

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You cradled your coffee in your hands, letting the radiating heat warm up cold fingers as you sat on the bench outside the hospital. You were bundled in your hat and coat, sitting next to Natalie and April as they chattered away about Owen’s new pre-school and what Noah had been like as a toddler. The giggles from the two women made you smile - it felt good to be among friends, with a job you cherished.

As had become a tradition since Connor’s arrival, he would buy his friends' lunch at least once a month if not more often - today was one of those occasions. Taking a bite of your own tortilla, you watched Connor squabble with Will to the side of the food cart, the former trying to convince the latter to try a new tortilla filling. Your smile turned into soft rumbles of laughter as Natalie shook her head at the men - they were the real children sometimes.

Eventually, Connor and Will return to the group with their lunch choices and Will seems smug, you assume he got his way instead of caving to Connor’s recommendations. You catch Connor’s eye, shaking your head with a grin, shrugging as if to say “What can you do?” 

“Hey! I saw that!” Will grumbles at you, only making you laugh more when he swats the back of Connor’s head. 

You shrug with a teasing smile, “It’s not my fault you’re afraid of change. Maybe we should get you to Dr Charles about that…”

Will playfully kicks your shoe and you swipe back at him with your foot, Will smarting back at you that Dr Charles is “a psychiatrist, not a therapist.” 

“Hm, I never said you didn’t need both, buddy.” You wink, taking a bigger bite of your lunch as Will comes to sit opposite you with Connor who was stifling his amusement to avoid another whack.

“Remind me why we’re outside again?” You sigh, feeling the cold creep beneath your clothes and to your skin, despite your layers. 

April groaned in sympathy, she had a scarf on as well as a jacket and hat, yet looked colder than you. “Because the cafeteria had a leak this morning, it’s apparently a limited-capacity area for the rest of the day.”

“And we’re not in the on-call room because…?” You sipped more eagerly at your coffee, 

“Because it’s already got people in there who called first dibs.” Natalie supplies, rolling her eyes at the bad luck your troupe had been handed.

You wrinkle your nose in disapproval, knowing you only had about five more minutes until you caved and went back inside to do literally anything, so long as you could stay warm. “Ah…Suppose the fresh air is something, but maybe too fresh.”

“Besides…” Will starts, finishing a mouth full of his lunch, “Connor’s avoiding his new competition.” He raises his eyebrows, clearly pleased with himself for having ‘gossip’. 

You and your two bench companions turn your attention to Connor who sighs, wishing Will hadn’t brought it up. Things had been difficult of late, he was starting to think his reaction to the new CT Fellow was more to do with his mood than anything else.

“Look, things have been hard enough proving to Dr Latham I’m good enough to be his CT fellow and then the hospital decided to let a second Fellow join. He seemed delighted this morning when he told me.”

Natalie chimes in, having known Dr Latham a lot longer than Connor she had been periodically trying to reassure the surgeon that Dr Latham had the greatest respect for him. 

“Connor, you know Dr Latham isn’t petty like that, and we all know how good of a physician you are." Natalie encourages, and you nod in agreement, nobody ever doubted how excellent Connor was at his job, Nat then continues, "He’s probably just excited to have two great minds instead of one working for him. Presumably, this new doctor is a great mind too, right?”

Connor’s jaw clenches, thinking back to his first interaction with the new doctor, she had been… forward. It wasn’t usually a problem for Connor but there was a smugness to her, and he had felt defensive when she immediately diagnosed Dr Latham with Asperger's, annoyed that she would presume to know the man he had tried so hard to build a rapport with. Then again, he mused, the referral he had seen spoke for itself, she was an exciting new prospect from a professional standpoint. 

“Well yeah… yeah, of course, she was one of the top names in South Africa, Latham’s pick before me. Goodwin encouraged him to put his faith in me like Dr Downey did…" You all nod, sparing a thought for the late Dr Downey with whom Connor had really connected.

Connor turns to you, "Actually, she’s come from Groote Schuur in Cape Town. Y/N, you might have heard of her, Ava Bekker?”

The second Connor had said “Groote Schuur” your stomach had threatened to return your lunch back to the picnic table and over your friends. Your stomach felt like lead and you could feel the clamminess instantly break out over your skin beneath your winter layers. The world had started to zone out from focus, clumsily putting your coffee back on the table before you could drop it entirely.

Your friends knew you had spent nearly two years in South Africa, after becoming a fully qualified Emergency Medicine doctor as part of a fellowship programme. You had worked in the ED of Groote Schuur… but what they didn’t know was that you knew Ava Bekker all too well.

“Y/N, you okay?” Connor asks, confused at your reaction. 

Your throat felt tight, and your heart hammered away with adrenaline pulsing, you had to take a second away from the group, you didn’t want them to see how messed up you felt at the mere mention of her. 

“I-I’m fine, just uh…overate. I just need to take a walk, I’ll be right back, you guys go on inside before you, uh, freeze...” You give them all a tight smile, shuffling off the wooden seat, leaving behind a half-eaten tortilla that didn’t quite convince them of your excuse. You headed in the direction of the parking lot, not daring to look back at the concerned faces of your friends.

-

“Should I follow-?” Connor asks, Will considering the same himself. 

Natalie shakes her head, “Give her a minute, we can find out what that was soon enough.”

-

With shaking legs you hastily move towards a rarely used break spot at the side of the ED's main building, adjacent to the rows of parked cars, except as you stumbled with your head down you walked smack bang into a firm body. 

You yelp, “Oh god, I’m so sorry, I-I-...” You can’t help your jittered words as your brain fires a thousand thoughts at once. Ready to apologise profusely for not being more observant, you're panting hard. Steadying hands grasp your shoulders gently, making you finally look up to see who it was. 

“Y/N?” Jay’s face falls from confusion to concern when he sees your panicked expression. “What’s wrong?” 

Seeing Jay brings all of your emotions to the fore, tears stinging your dried-out eyes in the cold, your breaths are erratic and you can���t make the pain in your chest shift. 

“J-ay…” Trying your best to communicate to your boyfriend of almost a year what the problem was. 

“Hey, come on, it’s alright. Just breathe for me, sweetheart. I got you, let’s step inside out of the cold.” He puts a gentle arm around you, supporting you as he guides you through a side door, let in by one of the security guards.

It’s then that a nurse spots your boyfriend holding your distressed frame, watching him look for somewhere to take you away from the commotion of the hospital. 

She wanders over, coming over to see if you needed help.

“Sir, is everything okay, is she hurt?” 

“Uh no, sorry, Dr Y/L/N works here, I think she’s having a panic attack... I’m her boyfriend.” Jay flashes his badge, “Detective Jay Halstead. You got somewhere private, so we can just take a second?”

The nurse glances at you, watching you try and take slow steady breaths, hot tears running down your cheeks, shaking from the cold and the anxiety. 

“Do you know this Detective, hon, do you need me to stay?” She asks gently, hoping Jay wouldn’t take too much offence, as she did her due diligence to keep a fellow staff member safe, you could never be too careful.

“I-It’s okay, he is…” You take another deep inhale and exhale, “...my boyfriend.”

The nurse smiles sympathetically. “Alright, hon. This assessment room here is free for the next hour, you take the time you need, okay?” She takes in the colour of your scrubs, knowing you came from the ED. “Is your Charge Nurse, Maggie Lockwood?” 

You nod, sniffing as you focus on Jay’s hands on you, the warmth of his touch is something to ground you as nausea sits uncomfortably in your throat.

“I’ll let her know where you are and who you’re with. If you need anything, I’m gonna be at that station over there, alright?” 

You nod again, trying for a smile but you’re sure it comes out as a weary sniffle.

“Thank you, ma’am.” Jay thanks her sincerely, guiding you to the room as he helps you sit in a chair, moving away only to close the door gently. 

You sit staring at your hands as they shake, your head still spinning as you hear Jay approach, the soft rustle of him taking his coat off. He bends down to crouch in front of you,

“Sweetheart, can I scoot in a little closer and hold your hands?” He asks gently, 

You nod to convey your permission, “You…can…” eyes closed in some sort of relief as your boyfriend carefully takes your hands in his, thumbs immediately stroking over your knuckles. 

“You’re freezing.” He murmurs, moving a little closer so he can see your face. 

You lift your head slightly with a pained expression that makes Jay’s chest ache, inhaling as deeply as you can before releasing a shaky exhale, your extremities feel weak and numb, just taking the time to catch your breath again. 

Jay scans the room, thankful that there was a pile of thin blankets in a cupboard just within reach. It would do for now.

Carefully he helps you shed your jacket and your hat, replacing it with the warm, dry, blanket around you. A gentle hand rubs your back slowly,

“I got you, I’m right here, Y/N. Just take it easy, I know it’s scary but you’ll be okay… I just need to let Voight know where I am, give me two seconds.” You nod silently, clutching Jay’s arm a little as he reaches for his phone, still feeling panicked as you don’t want him to move away.

“It’s alright, I’m staying, I won’t let go.” He soothes, dialling Hank’s cell, watching you with concern as he sees the exhaustion setting in from your attack.

“Voight, I’ve got a family emergency with Y/N… No, she’s, she’s gonna be okay, but I need an hour to take care of it. Yeah, of course, no, it’s alright, I just need some time… Appreciate it, alright, thanks.” 

Your boyfriend turns his attention back to you, one hand settling back over yours, the other remaining in soothing motions across your back, you put your head down a little more, trying to get nausea to shift, you can feel the edges of your vision going, tilting to one side as you lose your sense of gravity. “Woah, hey, it’s alright, honey, I’ve got you.” 

Jay stands in such a way that he can continue to support your wavering body, flexing out a leg to hook a second chair in the room with his boot, bringing it closer to sit by your side, letting you fall completely against him.

“It’s okay, feel my hands, squeeze if you can, breathe with me, slow it down, Y/N…”

Once you’re sure you’re not going to pass out, you relax into Jay’s hold, but you find it hard to stay awake as your heart skitters, only the sounds of your laboured breathing fill the room.

“That’s it, Y/N, it’s going to pass. You’re breathing better, you got this.”

You don’t how much time passes, but eventually the ringing stops, your extremities regain their feeling and your breathing is virtually back to normal. You’re so tired, but at least aware of yourself again. Feeling the heat of embarrassment creep up on you, you try and sit up in Jay’s embrace.

Jay remains quiet, letting you gather your thoughts. 

“Hi…” You rasp, sniffing as you wipe away the wetness on your cheeks. 

“Hey, you with me now?” Jay asks softly, soothing your forehead with a kiss. 

You nod, groaning as you can’t believe how badly you reacted to the conversation during lunch.

“I’m so embarrassed.” You murmur, resting your head on Jay’s shoulder, wrapping your arms around him.

“No need to feel embarrassed, honey. That was a bad one, you haven’t had one of those since those first months we met…” Jay doesn’t push, but he wants to know what could have triggered you so badly, squeezing you gently in the hug.

“Yeah, I know.” You sigh, lifting your head to look at the detective. “Uh…I, um, Jay… She’s here. A-...Ava’s here.” You exhale harshly, still feeling a visceral anger and fear at what this could mean for you.

“What? The reason you came back home, Ava?” Jay’s eyes have darkened, he knew all about your ex from before, it was part of the reason you had struggled so much to let Jay be there for you at first.

You nod, a moroseness overcoming your mood.

Yes, Ava Bekker was the reason you’d come home to Chicago last year. What at first had seemed like an exciting and hopeful romance, with even a permanent future to speak of, had turned into a mess of manipulative, controlling and exhausting behaviour on Ava’s part. 

It had got to the point where you had felt like you were going crazy, with no other choice but to take it to the police in Cape Town. It should have been a straightforward process, their laws on domestic violence were clear, but eventually, Ava had weaselled her way out of legal repercussions and you were left alone without a support system. Without so much as a restraining order to rely on, you decided it was better to simply walk away from your life there, coming back to Chicago where you knew she couldn’t follow. Until now, at least.

Coming back out of your thoughts you turn your gaze to Jay, you cup his cheek gently and lean in for a kiss, feeling his presence was doing wonders for your nerves. As you wrap yourself around him for a tighter embrace, you feel the rough material of his tactical vest. You pull back, frowning, realising that somewhere in your panic that you had heard him talk to Voight on the phone. 

“Wait, you here for work? Did I take you away from work?” 

Jay smiles wryly, stroking the back of your neck soothingly. “Sort of. It’s fine, I’d already given the witness statement I came to get to Voight before you ran into me.” 

You take a breath, “Okay, okay good… Seriously, Jay, you didn’t have to stay.” 

Jay huffs out a laugh, shaking his head as he kisses you again. “I was supposed to scoot you on over to Will and leave you to it? Now that I know why you were so upset? I don’t think so, honey.” 

You smile sheepishly, he had a point. “Okay, fair. It’s just, you know I hate being an inconvenience.” 

Jay cups your face, giving you a loving but stern look. “Being worried about this is not an inconvenience, Y/N. Seriously, I don’t have to tell you that domestic abuse is no light and breezy thing. You still have the police reports you gave back in South Africa, right?”

You nod, worrying your lip between your teeth. 

“Okay, so we’re gonna keep documentation of everything that happens here. Is there anything you can do in terms of reporting a conflict of interest to Goodwin?” 

“I…” Your heart picks up again, nerves jangling in your veins. “I don’t know, Jay. It’s my word against Ava's here, these people don’t know her like I do. I could try, I just… she made it hard for people to be around me last time, this is how it started, people questioning what was going on, thinking I was too much trouble because of her.” Tears spring back to your eyes, and you swipe them away angrily. 

“This is a nightmare, you…you think she came here because she knows I’m here?” You swallow, partially already knowing the answer. Ava knew every facet of your life before, she would always cancel plans with your friends, citing you had fallen ill or had something else come up, then when it came to seeing those friends again they would ask how you were after the cancellation and you never knew what they were talking about - it made you out to be a liar. 

She guilted you into thinking you weren’t grateful for her companionship, so you would overcompensate and do more to please her and win her affection. It had become an endless cycle, one that started to affect your work with patients and colleagues. In Ava’s eyes, her knowledge and expertise were always superior, it meant you began to question everything you did, which led you to self-medicating to cope - that had been the end for you.

“Sweetheart, I have to be honest, I’ve seen these types of situations a lot in my work. It would be naive to think she didn’t come here to mess with you, but now that we know she’s around, we’re gonna be vigilant. We’re gonna talk to Goodwin, Ethan, Maggie, Will… we’ll make sure that enough people know to keep her on a short leash. You have good friends here, family, and they’re not going to ditch you for her. You know that right?”

You sniff, resting your head on Jay’s shoulder. “Yeah… I know, I trust all of you… And Connor…she’s his new CT fellow. Oh god, poor Connor.”

His warm hand rests on the back of your head, lightly massaging your scalp. “We’ll make sure Connor knows too, it’s alright.” 

You nod against his shoulder again, taking another measured inhale and exhale. “Okay. Thank you, Jay, I am so glad you’re with me on this.” You lean back, squeezing his arm gratefully. You knew what a loving, healthy and communicative relationship could be like thanks to him.

He smiles fondly, “This isn’t a thankable situation, you just deserve better, and I want to make sure you have that… Do you want me to take you home?” 

You think about it for a moment, you sort if it did just want to curl up in your shared apartment with Jay and reset tomorrow. But you shake your head, a steeled look overtaking your worried expression.

“She’s crashed into my home, my life, I won’t let her scare me off already. I want to get back to work and face it all head-on.” 

Jay leans in to kiss you again, nodding, “Whatever you choose, I’m with you. Let’s get you back to the ED. If you’re ready, I’ll talk to some of the others real quick, and then I’ll head back to the 21st.”

-

You make your way out of the small room with Jay in tow, and you feel his hand rest comfortingly on the small of your back. 

The nurse gives you an inquiring look, and you smile and nod in confirmation that you were doing better. 

As you approached the double doors to the ED you felt your stomach knot up once again, Jay could feel you tense next to him.

He carefully stops you, turning to face you, “Hey, you don’t have to do this if you’re not ready. People will understand.”

You look into Jay’s intensely sincere eyes, wondering how you could be so lucky to have someone like him. You felt tired but not so much that the rest of the day was a write-off, you really wanted to make sure you didn’t let this disrupt your life already, Ava couldn’t do this to you again. You shake your head, “I can do it. You’re here, I’m going to be alright.”

He smiles, leaning in to kiss you soft and slow, you rest your hand on his chest, letting the moment linger, both of you unaware of the burning eyes that watch you from down the hall.

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End of Part 1

@dumb-fawkin-bitch

Part 2

#jay halstead x reader #chicago pd #chicago med #one chicago #old flames can still burn you

[oneandonlychicago]

Happier Than Ever - Connor Rhodes, Will Halstead (Part 1)

Summary: Reader finally ends a shitty relationship with Connor. Will has always been the one picking up the pieces! …just roll with it! 😅

Paring: Connor Rhodes x Reader, eventually Will Halstead x Reader

Warnings: Angst on Connor’s part, cute fluff on Will’s

To be in a relationship with the Connor Rhodes is something most girls could only dream of and somehow for you it had become a reality. Only the reality, that was once sunshine and rainbows, was quickly slipping away and returning to bite you in the ass.

What began as the perfect relationship was crumbling before you. At the beginning Connor would take you out for lavish dates and surprise you with expensive gifts, anytime outside of work was spent together and it always used to make you smile when Maggie would pair you together to work on a patient. Now you barely spent anytime together, in fact you barely saw him at all. You understood and was fully accepting of his choice to become a cardio thoracic surgeon, completely aware that would take more of his time but it had got to a point where you felt all but forgotten. Evenings together turned into evenings of non-stop arguing that ended with Connor storming out, leaving you feeling like the bad guy until an expensive bouquet of flowers appeared outside your door or at the nurses station at work.

The situation became even harder to ignore when Dr Ava Bekker joined Dr Latham’s team alongside Connor. You hadn’t let yourself get stuck in that hole but there were signs you couldn’t ignore because eventually you got the proof that proved your suspicions was correct and of course once Doris knew the whole ED was aware. As soon as Will found out he dropped everything and left to find you, signing his remaining patients for the day over to Ethan before heading to his car and making his way to your apartment. You didn’t even stop to change as you stormed into the doctors lounge and smacked the code into your locker before scooping out your keys and phone and heading straight to your car. How you managed to make it home alive was anyones guess, barely being able to see the road in front of you through the tears and even once you had got home those tears showed no sign of stopping, your heart leaping into your throat at the knock at the door.

“Y/N it’s me?” You were relieved to hear Will’s voice on the other side, fully expecting it to be Connor trying to worm his way out of it by making excuses. “Can I come in?”

“Thank god it’s you!” Your voice was still shaky from crying as you opened the door, Will’s heart sinking at the state Connor had put you in, still in your scrubs from work while your eyes were already becoming bloodshot along with your puffy tear stained cheeks.

“Oh Y/N!” Will looked at you sadly as he dropped his bag to the side and pulled you into his chest, one hand squeezing you as tightly as he could while the other cradled the back of your head, swaying you gently as you sobbed. “I came as soon as I found out what he did!”

“Found out or saw?” You mumbled against him.

“Maggie told me, you know once Doris knows something it’s not longer a secret!” Will explained with a soft chuckle. “Come on, let’s get you out of those scrubs!”

Gently taking you by the shoulders, Will directed you to your bedroom as you sat on the end of the bed while he fetched you some comfier clothes from your dresser.

“Here.” He smiled as he placed the sweater and leggings beside you. “I’ll be just out there if you need me!”

“Thank you Will!” You tried to smile although your watery eyes gave you away.

“You know I’m always here if you need me!” Will replied softly as he gently rubbed your shoulder, this wasn’t the first time he had come to the rescue nor the second. The worse your situation with Connor had gotten the more Will would keep an eye out. He hated what Connor was doing to you and always wished he’d said something at lot earlier but you had begged him not too, begged him to stay out of it as it would only end in you and him being accused of what you now knew Connor was guilty off.

Will had often wished he’d stepped in and swept you away before Connor had even got a chance to lay his eyes on you, you didn’t deserve any of this, to be treated like you were nothing and it tore Will apart. He was skeptical of your relationship with Connor from the start, not trusting a man born into that much wealth to think with his heart but of course everything seemed fine at the start, you were happy and to Will that’s all that ever mattered.

While Will waited for you to return he took the chance to change out of his own scrubs, he too had grabbed everything and left as soon as he found out what Connor had done and hadn’t thought twice about changing his clothes. Once into something clean he made his way to the kitchenette to find something quick and easy to make the two of you for dinner, a little startled when you came out rustling in a nearby drawer and slamming it shut after finding what you need.

When you didn’t return after a little while Will decided to knock on the bedroom door you had shut yourself behind.

“Y/N?” Will called your name softly as he turned the handle to let himself in, walking in to see you frantically throwing anything that belonged to Connor in a trash bag. “What’s going on?”

“Will I’m done!” You paused to take a breath, between the crying and frantic moving around you could barely breathe. “He’s out!”

“Ok?” Will was trying not smile, trying not to let his own feelings for you get too much in the way, that was the last thing you needed. “Well I’m gonna make you something to eat, call me if you need anything!”

“I know what you’re thinking, that I should’ve done this a lot sooner!” You cried. “But it’s never been that easy!”

“Hey hey I know!” Will cooed as he walked round to you, holding you close to his chest as you broke down once again. “I’d never tell you what you should and shouldn’t do but I have always said you were happier without him!”

“I should’ve listened to you before, saved myself months of being miserable!” You sniffed as Will pulled back to look at your face.

“Hey you did what you thought was right, none of this is in anyway your fault!” Will held your face in his hands as he spoke, gently wiping your tears away with his thumbs. “Connor’s the monster here not you!”

“He’ll turn up at the door at any moment and try to argue his way out of it!” You took a deep breath as you tried to compose yourself. “If he hasn’t tried to buy me back first!”

“Well you’re not gonna let him!” Will carefully moved the hair that was sticking to your face from your tears out of your face. “When he does turn up throw his stuff out in the hallway and tell him it’s over!”

“He’ll go mad when he sees you!”

“Then let him, he’s the one that’s guilty!”

“Yeah but I’ll be the one left feeling guilty!” You began to sob again.

“That’s why I’m staying right by your side!” Will smiled. “I’m not leaving you alone with him again!”

“Thank you!” You sniffed as you heard the loud and angry knock of Connor outside the door. “Oh god!”

“You can do this!” Will rubbed you arm reassuringly. “I know you can!”

You took one last deep breath before grabbing the trash bag of Connors belongings from the bed and heading towards the door. Opening it without a word and throwing the bag straight at Connor.

“Y/N what’s…” Before Connor could finish you cut in.

“It’s over!” You said in one shaky breath, not even able to fully look at him.

“What do you mean it’s over?” Connor almost laughed at the words. “Can we at least talk?”

“I’m done talking Connor!” You sniffed. “How many times have we been in this situation and yet nothing changes, you don’t care about me anymore and I don’t think you ever did!”

“Of course I care?” Connor replied as if you had just said something stupid stepping forward into your apartment, not immediately noticing Will’s presence. “What ever made your think I… of course Will’s here!”

“Don’t you dare!” You scowled, your voice lowering in warning against the accusations you knew were about to fly your way. “You’ve barely been home for months, I hardly see you and the only time we do see each other it’s spent arguing!”

“I don’t understand what you want me to do?” Connor started to snap back. “We’ve talked things out before and been ok?”

“Are you really that blind? No we haven’t!” You were right on the end of your tether and moments away from fully letting rip. “If ‘fine’ is you trying to buy me back with some expensive gift and making me feel guilty?”

“You’ve never mentioned any of this before?”

“Because what’s the point? You never listen, you’re too wrapped up in work and that goddamn hybrid OR to even remember I exist!”

“That’s not true!” Connor went to step forward sensing Will moving on the couch behind you. “Does he have to be here?”

“He is the one that’s actually been there for me, the one who cleans up your messes!” You were now smiling as you went on to tell Connor how Will had been doing the things he should’ve been. “Unlike you he actually cares!”

“So what’s not to make me think you’ve been sleeping with him?” Connor spat as Will made to move.

“Will don’t!” You turned to the red head as he backed off.

“Well?” Connor stood waiting for an answer.

“I’d never stoop that low because I loved you!” You almost squared up to Connor. “Who do think you are to make comments like that when I saw you with Ava in that damn hybrid OR!”

“I…I didn’t …it was a mistake?” Connor began to stutter, trying to think of a quick excuse for his crappy actions.

“Don’t waste your time! Nothing you say will work!” You sighed as Will stepped a little closer to you.

“Can this ginger prick please leave?” Connor’s anger started to turn towards Will.

“Yeah that’s not happening!” Will almost smiled, angering Connor more.

“I asked him to stay because I knew you’d be like this!” You growled. “The only person that needs to leave is you!”

“Why?” Connor said with a smirk that made both you and Will want to punch it right off his face.

“Because you’ve done nothing but ignore me and reel me in by using your money!” You shouted. “And then you cheated on me with the person you were ignoring me with! You say you’re nothing like your father but you are an exact copy of him! You think you can buy your way through life, get out of everything because you have a little more money than most but not this time!”

“So that’s it?” Connor shrugged, acting like he was the one hard done by. “After everything I’ve done for you and you throw the father card at me”

“Just leave me alone!” You voice quieter now as you waited for Connor to get the point and go. “I’m done!”

“Y/N?”

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” You snapped your patience wearing paper thin and your body about to cave beneath you.

“You’ll regret this!” Connor spat as he walked to the door.

“No she won’t!” Will replied calmly as he held the door open and waited for Connor to walk out before letting it slam shut in his face, watching as you slowly slumped down to the floor. “Come here!”

Will gently helped you up from the floor before wrapping his arms tightly around you and holding you to his chest as you sobbed your heart out on his t-shirt.

“Hey you did it!” Will spoke softly as he gently swayed you in his arms. “And I’m so proud of you!”

“Thank you for staying!” You replied muffled against his chest.

“You know I’d do anything for you.” Will smiled resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Why do I feel guilty?” You sighed as you stepped back.

“Because that’s how he’s always made you feel, come on!” Will replied as he placed his hands softly on your shoulders and walked you to the couch as you both sat down, Will taking your hands in his. “You just did one of the hardest things there is, you finally got rid of someone who was making you miserable and it was not ok for him to treat you the way he did but he’s gone now! It might hurt for a little while but I know you’ll get past it and you’ll be happier than ever!”

“He was my everything for so long and now he’s gone!” You sniffed as Will pulled you into his arms again.

“I know he was but you did what you had too!” Will’s voice was soft as he placed a comforting kiss to your forehead. “I know it might not seem like it now but once you’ve had time to deal with this and you feel more comfortable you’ll find someone who’s crazy about you and will treat you the way you should’ve always been treated!”

As he shuffled to the end of the couch and placed a cushion on his lap, patting it for you to lay down and rest your head, he wondered whether you had picked up that he was referring to himself although he wasn’t going to push it. All you needed right now was a friend and he was happy to be just that as you curled up with your head on his lap, still crying and sniffing as he soothingly rubbed your arm. Listening out for when your emotionally wrecked body finally gave into sleep before quietly putting the tv on, his hand automatically resting on the top of your head as he gently moved his thumb back and forth as you slept finally in some kind of peace. Eventually he’d need to tell you about his feelings but he was more than happy to keep waiting, the last thing he wanted was to cause you anymore pain.

#one chicago #chicago med #will halstead #connor rhodes #connor rhodes x reader #will halstead x reader #connor rhodes x you #will halstead x you #just roll with it 😅 #this was inspired by the song ‘Happier Than Ever’ #the Kelly Clarkson version though!

[sande5098]

Sunrise

Ava Bekker x Female!Reader

Summary: Getting ready for a long day at work

warnings: Fluff

Word count: 400 words

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Y/n knew that she was going to regret forgetting to take her sleeping tablets, but when she realised she couldn't be bothered to get out of bed, even so, they'd mean she wouldn't be up in time for work in the morning.

So after struggling for hours to get back to sleep, she decided to get up at 5am. It would only be half an hour before she actually had to get up. She had been cuddled into her girlfriend's side, for so long she was starting to get extremely stiff. Gently easing herself out of bed and away from Ava's side, she made her way to the kitchen, grabbing her dressing gown from the back of the bedroom door and wrapping it around her waist.

Y/n rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she started to brew herself a coffee. She cringed at how stupidly loud the machine was as it started to get her coffee ready, she put a second pod in, ready for Ava when she woke up a little later. The view from her apartment was gorgeous. A balcony in the living room had an amazing view of the sunrise which was just starting now. Smiling, Y/n wrapped her dressing gown round herself tighter, shielding herself from the chill as she stepped outside. Clutching her hot coffee mug in both hands and standing at the balcony watching the pink, purple and orange hues fill the sky along with the early morning Chicago traffic.

Sighing out a breath that she felt like she had been holding for a long time Y/n smiled at the sight of it all, bringing her steaming coffee up to her lips; taking a small sip and regretting it, thanks to the heat of the mug. Soon enough the coffee mug was set on a balcony table.

Y/n shivered slightly from the cold as she felt two arms snake around her waist, pulling her back into the other body. "Good morning, baby." a deep purr came from behind her along with slow kisses along her neck which sped up her breathing. "Good morning, to you too" she looked up to meet her lover's steel blue eyes. "Isn't the sunrise just beautiful?" Y/n sighed peacefully to her lover. Ava looked up, "It is quite spectacular."

Y/n looked up at Ava, pushing herself up to meet her lips for a small, yet drawn out kiss before the two turned back to the yellow, orange, pink and purple colours that decorated the early morning sky.

#sande5098 #chicago med fanfiction #one chicago #reader insert #female reader #ava bekker #ava bekker x reader #ava bekker x female reader #fluff #short ficlet

[mcusonechicago]

requests info !!

hey babes !!

message me for requests <33 -> more details below xx about this blog: ~ one chicago imagines (pd, med, fire) ~ i don't do ocs, i always use y/n if a reader is in the story which i usually do, but if u want a character x character imagine with no reader i can do that too about me: ~ name: marissa (you can also call me mar, idc) ~ age: 15 ~ pronouns: she/they ~ sexuality: omniromantic lesbian (ik ik, fancy, right ??  HAHA) ~ country: united states ~ favorite food: mahi ~ favorite color: red ~ favorite one chicago show: chicago pd ~ favorite one chicago characters: erin lindsay & hailey upton ~ favorite pd characters: erin lindsay & hailey upton ~ favorite med character: ava bekker ~ favorite fire character: sylvie brett ~ favorite ships: linstead, upstead (IK IK I SHIP BOTH I'M SORRY), burzek, rhekker, manstead, chexton, maggie & ben, noah & sarah, brettsey, stellaride socials: ~ tiktok: mcusonechicago ~ tiktok shifting account: marissashifts ~ other tiktok account: marissa_marvel5678 ~ youtube: marrose ~ tumblr: mcusonechicago ~ insta: shoppalmtreesunset ~ wattpad: marrose (this is similar and possibly identical to my one chicago imagines wattpad book and i’ll be taking requests here and on that book)

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[kosovoisnotserbia]

What I was referring to in Chapter 1

#one chicago #chicago med #ava bekker #ava bekker x reader #meme #assimilate #body snatchers

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Seven Sentence Fics July 2022

Roadtrip - Gwen Stacy/Spider-Gwen x Reader

Seashells - Sarah Reese x Partner!Reader - AU?

Fairy Lights - Sarah Reese x Partner!Reader - AU?

Postcard - Gwen Stacy/Spider-Gwen x Reader

Picnic - Dani Núñez x Reader - Agents!AU

Reunion - Sarah Reese x Fem!Reader - Bubblegum and Bear!AU

Storm - Max Caulfield & Chloe Price x Platonic!Reader

Strawberries - Chloe Price x Reader - Seattle!AU

Clouds - Kate Bishop x Icarus!Reader

Photos - Dani Núñez x Reader

Necklace - Salvatore Brothers x Sister!Reader

Smile - Sarah Reese x Partner!Reader - AU?

Candle - Sarah Reese + Ava Bekker + Reader - Summer Camp!AU

Yellow - Dani Núñez x Reader - Actors!AU

Silence - Sarah Reese x Partner!Reader - AU?

Wish - Kate Bishop x Reader

Kitchen - Dani Núñez x Reader

Cardigan - Dani Núñez x Reader

Stay - Dani Núñez x Reader - Actors!AU

Perfume - Dani Núñez x Reader - Supernatural!AU

Sandcastle - OC x Platonic!Reader - Actors!AU

Lonely - Sarah Reese x Reader

Lantern - Steph Gingrich x Reader

Startle - Dani Núñez + Platonic!OC x Reader - Supernatural!AU

Moon - Dani Núñez x Reader - Supernatural!AU

Dream - OC x Platonic!Reader - Dreaming of Football!AU

Sunlight - OC x Platonic!Reader - Football!AU

Tears - OC x Platonic!Reader - Football!AU

Braid - OC x Platonic!Reader - Football!AU

Painting - OC x Platonic!Reader - Football!AU

Wave - OC x Platonic!Reader - Football!AU

for @purple-dahlias' seven sentence fic july challenge:) i had fun, thank you Zee!

#sevensentenceficjuly #oc x reader #sarah reese x reader #dani nunez x reader #life is strange x reader #gwen stacy x reader #marvel x reader #salvatore brothers x sister!reader #kate bishop x reader #ava bekker x sarah reese #football au inspired by the women's euros 2022

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

Connor and the Brat {Part 18}

Connor and Brat arrived at the restaurant looking for a sign of the younger Rhodes sibling. “Connor!” They didn’t have to look long because there his sister was flagging him down from a table, she got up and started walking over to them smiling warmly at Brat and then hugging her brother. “I’m sorry.” She whispered into this ear and Connor was about to ask what she was sorry for when he spotted the older man walking towards them, his father had joined Claire.

“Connor. How lovely you decided to join us, a your little friend too.” His father held his hand out and Connor was tempted to tell him where he could shove it but didn’t want to worry Brat so he took his hand in his and gave a squeeze he was sure would be strong enough to break his fathers hand had held it it any longer. Connors message was clear, he didn’t want to see his father, he wasn’t here for his father, and he would most certainly leave if he said anything out of line. “Well, our table is waiting on us, please follow me.” Brat looked uncertainly at Connor clearly picking up on the change in the atmosphere but Claire took her hand in hers and gave her a reassuring smile leading her to the table with Connor bringing up the rear.

“It’s very nice to meet you Ravenna, Connor has nothing but good things to say about you. And your dress looks beautiful on you.” Bless his sister for trying to make Brat more comfortable, she gave Claire a small smile but quickly dropped her gaze to her napkin and started fidgeting with it. “Connor tells me that you like to paint, do you think maybe you could paint me something for my design room?” Ravenna’s eyes lit up at that and she nodded eagerly to Claire, she pulled the phone out and handed it to her showing her some of the paintings she had taken pictures of before leaving Connor’s condo. Connor’s father watched Brat closely before twisting his mouth into a kind of rueful smirk.

“You don’t talk very much do you Ms. Scott? That’s the best kind of woman in my opinion, pretty but knows when to keep her mouth shut.” Brat opened her mouth and looked ready to defend herself when Claire sent a scathing look to their father and he held his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying, no arguments, no whining, it’s just a shame my son found you in the loony bin.” Connor frowned and couldn’t begin to fathom why Claire would tell his father about Brats stay in the hospital, in fact he couldn’t even remember if he had told Claire that’s where he met Brat.

“How did you know about that?” Brats voice was steely, challenging Cornelius to berate her further but Connor could see her slightly shaking. She was trying so hard to be strong but his father scared her and he couldn’t blame her, there was nothing warm nor inviting about the man.

“Funny thing I ran into Dr. Zanetti at a museum a few days ago and she told me all about Connor’s little…charity case I believe is how she put it. She failed to mention how beautiful you were though my dear.” Connor’s jaw clenched and he stood taking Brat’s hand in his own.

“Well this was about as unproductive as I imagine it would be. You’re still a bigoted, misogynistic bastard. Claire we appreciate you having us for brunch, why don’t you come over for dinner tonight?” Claire looked sadly at her brother but she nodded, she couldn’t fault him for wanting to get Ravenna away from their father. Connor watched as Brat squeezed Claire’s shoulder reassuringly as they passed her letting her know she didn’t blame her for what had just transpired. Connor lead the way back to the car and he held the door open for Brat before going and getting in himself.

“Well he’s just a ray of sunshine, I can see why you don’t want anything to do with him. Your sister seems very nice though and I would love to make something for her.” Connor reached his hand over and laced it through hers before giving her a soft squeeze and she squeezed back.

“My father is not a good man Brat, but Claire seems to really like you so how about we go grocery shopping for dinner tonight?” Brats smile increased ten fold and he turned down the street towards the grocery store. “What are you thinking?”

“What if we made crockpot chicken and dumplings? It’s been a long time since I’ve had that.” Connor grabbed the cart and they went through the aisles grabbing the things they would need for dinner along with grabbing a few bottles of wine and some things to make an apple pie for dessert. Connor noticed that Brat looked particularly exhausted when they got back in the car and by the time they got home she was passed out cold against the passenger side window. He smiled softly at her before shaking her shoulder gently and waking her.

“Why don’t you go take a nap? You were up early this morning. I can get everything started for dinner.” Brat looked unsure for a moment but ultimately nodded and trudged herself up the stairs and to his condo, her legs trailing behind her like they weighed a hundred pounds and Connor frowned. It had been a very large change for her in just a few short days, maybe she wasn’t coping as well as he had originally thought.

Connor got the chicken and dumplings going and they should be finished right at 6:30 which is when they had planned on Claire coming over, he had the pie all prepped and ready to go in the oven when she got here that way it would be ready by the time they finished their dinner. He walked down the hallway and cracked Brats door open slightly to see she was breathing steadily and seemed to be in a deep sleep, he smiled at her before going into his own bedroom and changing out of his slacks and shirt and into some joggers and a plain t shirt. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket and he chuckled softly to himself.

Ava- Since you insist on hogging Ravenna all to yourself the entire meds staff has proposed a custody schedule for your highness 😝

Will/Natalie: Lunch on Mondays and they promise to have her back before dinner

Ben/Maggie: Want to have dinner and overnight stays on Wednesday’s

April/Ethan: Would love to have her join them for the yoga thing on Mondays after dinner

And of course mommy and step mommy Sarah want to have Brat every other weekend 😂😂

Connor could see no flaw in their logic so he texted her back telling her he would make sure to ask Brat what she thought and he would let her know once she woke up from her nap. He was startled by a quiet knocking on the door and looked down at his phone to see it was 6, Claire was thirty minutes early. He went to open the door and smiled at his sister before motioning for her to be quiet.

“Ravenna is sleeping.” Claire made her way into the kitchen taking the lid of the crockpot to peer at the contents of it. “She wanted chicken dumplings and apple pie.” Claire gave a knowing smirk and sat down at the dinner table crossing her legs.

“She’s got you wrapped around her little finger. You like her.” Connor sighed and really wished for the umpteenth time that people would stop calling him out on things he already knew. He was fully aware that he liked Brat but as long as she was in IOP there was nothing he could do about it.

“I do but she’s still a patient so it would be highly unethical of me.” Connor murmured quietly and poured himself a glass of wine.

“Hi Claire.” Connor turned and decided he was going to have to buy Brat some pajama sets because the girl just couldn’t keep walking around in oversized T-shirt’s. She look looked so adorable in it and sleepily rubbing her eyes.

“Hey Ravenna, I think dinners about ready so how about we make our plates and we can eat?” Brats stomach let out an embarrassing growl and she blushed while the two siblings laughed at her red face. Dinner flowed smoothly Claire asking more about Brats makeup and painting projects and while Brat shared a few ideas for a painting she would do for Claire. Connor smiled softly seeing how well Brat took to Claire and how much his sister seemed to enjoy her company as well; they would be good for each other. Dinner stretched in into the evening and Claire excused herself for the night around 9pm leaving Connor and Brat to drink their wine in peace in front of the fireplace.

“I know I’ve been saying it a lot the past few days but I really appreciate you letting me stay with you Connor and how supportive everyone has been.” Brat stood and gave him a small kiss on the top of his head before wishing him goodnight and leaving him alone with an almost empty bottle of wine and wishing that he could have kissed her on the mouth instead.

#chicago med #one chicago #connor rhodes #connor and the brat #ava bekker #connor rhodes x reader #connor rhodes fanfic

[neworleansspecial]

Every day I imagine a future

Where I can be with you

In my hand is a pen that will

Write a poem of me and you

《DDLC AU: AVA BEKKER/READER》

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[anotheronechicagobog]

Ava Bekker x reader

Togther written by @anotheronechicagobog​

Warning: TRIGGER WARNINGS, attempted murder, arson, being forced out of the closet, fleeing to another country, being rejected entry, corrupt police, fear of the police, compliance for fear or violence, swearing

Hope you like it @sasssystephden

@chimerahh​

Belarus was your home, it was where you grew up, and it would always be a part of you. Unfortunately, you couldn’t be a part of it. You didn’t move to Chicago, you fled to Chicago. Being a lesbian was not something that people could ignore, so your only other option was to pretend that you were really just a spinster, it was something that they reacted violently to. You hadn’t even come out to your family, you were outed by your so-called best friend. She’d been invited to your family’s Christmas party, along with half the town, and she announced it to everyone.

It was like a scene from a horror movie, everyone turned to you in slow motion, darkness taking over their eyes. They didn’t even ask you if it was true.

You shook your head, not wanting to relive that memory. You turned back to your computer screen. You’d gotten a scholarship to the University of Dijon and gotten a degree in computer science, it made finding a job in the states much easier. You felt as though your boss, Sergeant Voight, was corrupt. He did a lot of the things the police in your home country did, and while it was clear he made you uncomfortable, no one knew why. You took your job at intelligence, not because you actually wanted to, but because Voight was interested and you thought he’d make you disappear if you said ‘no’. So you were back to living a good portion of your day in fear. The team didn’t understand why you’d never joined them at a bar afterwards and you were too scared to tell them.

You’d met Brian at your grocery store, a family-run Slavic grocery store and restaurant, you ran into each other so many times that you’d started to become friends. He was heartbroken to learn why you moved to the states, so he told you that he’d be your family. You’d been touched, and as a result, your brother-sister bond was forged. 

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It had taken a while for Brian to convince you to go to Molly’s because the team went there frequently, but he’d managed it. You put on a nice top, jeans, flats, a jacket, and headed to Molly’s before you could lose your nerve. 

When you opened the ornate door you were met with warmth and laughter. “Y/N! Over here!” Brian was behind the bar, but there were women sitting on bar stools near him who waved at you. You sat on the seat in front of him and let out a breath. “Y/N, these are my friends, Sylvie and Emily, they’re the paramedics for 51, April, Maggie, Nat, and Ava, they all work at med. Guys, this is Y/N.” 

“Hi, it’s nice to meet all of you.” Your accent was thick, something that all of the women noticed. Brian placed a glass of vodka on the rocks in front of you, which made Maggie raise an eyebrow and say, “are you Russian?”

“Belarussian, actually. I do speak Russian though.” 

“Damn, I am not good at pegging accents. I thought that Ava was from the UK and she ended up being from South Africa.”

“I grew up in an area that had been heavily colonized, something that not many people are aware of.” You nodded, grateful that she answered your question without you having to ask. “So, how do you know Otis?” You must have looked as confused as you felt because Sylvie realized her mistake and spoke again. “Sorry, Otis is the nickname we have for Brian around the station. Sometimes I forget that’s not his name.”

“Oh, okay, well, we kept running into each other at the local market that we started talking, it was nice to speak to someone in Russian again.”

“Ah, so should we be seeing you around more?”

“I suppose so?”

“She’s insinuating that we have an emotional and/or sexual relationship.” Brian’s explanation was blunt and something you appreciated. Although you were fluent in English you didn’t understand all of the slang just yet. “Oh. OH.” You turned back to Sylvie and the other women. “Brian is a wonderful man and any woman would be lucky to be with him, but I am a lesbian, so Brian and I will not be in a romantic relationship.”

“Is that why you moved here?” Emily was closest to you and put her hand on your forearm, sympathetic smiles gracing the faces of all the women barring Ava, she had one of remembrance and understanding. “Yes. A woman I used to be friends with told my entire family and town at a party. No one reacted well.” Nat looked like she had a question to ask but Ava cut her off, “that’s terrible, Y/N. I’m sorry that happened. Do you want to talk about what happened?”

“No thank you, I don’t enjoy remembering that night.” Nat leaned back into her seat and bowed her head slightly. You let out a breath and felt grateful that Ava had intervened. The night went by smoothly after that, Nat had pulled you aside later and apologized, knowing that it was obvious she had wanted to ask an invasive question. “I would love to become friends and I’m glad that Ava stopped me from asking that question, I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I should have known not to pry, I am so sorry.”

“It’s okay Nat, you didn’t actually ask anything, and I can see that it was just a slip of judgement and that you will respect my boundaries. I would like to be friends with you as well.”

“Of course, Y/N, I-”

“Y/N? What’re you doing here? I thought you were visiting a friend tonight?” Detective Ruzek made his way towards you with the rest of your team, his tone was surprised and somewhat angry, causing Nat and your new friends around you to bristle. “I am. Brian is one of the owners and he wanted to introduce me to these lovely ladies.” You smiled, hoping to diffuse some of the tension. “What so you just hang out with him every time we’re not working?”

“Usually, yes.” Brian knew how you’d felt about your job, and had admitted to having negative run-ins with Voight in the past. He’d gone as far as introduce you to his Captain, Matt Casey, who’d gone over how he met Voight in the first place. The meeting was meant to ease your worries, but all it did was increase them. You could see your team growing angry, you knew it frustrated them that you didn’t want to get close to them, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do so.  Detective Burgess put her hand on his chest to push him back a bit, and then stepped right into your space, and since you were against the bar you couldn’t back up. “What the fuck is your problem?” 

“Detective Bur-”

“I’ve told you to call me Kim. We have all told you to call us by our first names except for Voight. So why won’t you? Why do you avoid us? What the fuck is wrong with you?” You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. This is it. They’re going to kill you. Escaping Belarus only bought you another year of life, and you didn’t accomplish anything in that time. Your hands were starting to get clammy, and your breaths were getting shallow. “Back off, Burgess.”

“Stay out of this Otis.”

“No. God, can’t any of you get your heads out of your asses? She thinks you’re going to kill her.” Everyone within earshot sobered immediately. “What?” Ruzek’s face had gone pale and Burgess stepped back. “She’s from a country that was part of the Soviet Union and is still heavily corrupt in law enforcement. She only took the damn job because she thought she’d be killed if she refused!” Everyone turned to you and you couldn’t take it. “Mne nuzhno idti.” (I have to go). You bolted out of Molly’s, ignoring those calling out your name, and that you forgot your jacket.

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You broke out into sobs a few blocks from Molly’s. You startled when someone ran up behind you calling your name. You ripped a knife out from your jeans and turned ready to face whoever it was. It was Ava. “You forgot your jacket.” You didn’t respond, just breathed heavily.”Y/N, let’s get you home, okay?”

“I can’t. They know where I live.”

“How about my apartment, then?”

“... Okay. Thank you.”

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Ava’s apartment was lovely. It was clean, classic, and homey. “Would you like something to drink? Water? Coffee?”

“Some coffee if you don’t mind.” She smiled and walked around the kitchen island to get to the coffee maker. “My mother tried to kill me.” You whipped your head away from some photos she had on the wall. “She invited me to stay at our family’s vacation house for the weekend after I came out, she had glued all of the windows shut, then locked and barricaded all of the doors so that even if I got out of my room, there was no way I’d make it to any kind of exit. She’d left a chair in my room, though, I threw it at the window and jumped out. It hurt like hell. The injuries and the knowledge that the woman I’d looked up to not only hated me so much that she tried to kill me, but that she was praised for it by the police when they found out why she set the fire.” A heavy silence hung over the room, choking you in the knowledge that you weren’t alone.

“My best friend told everyone in my town at my family’s christmas party. I didn’t even get time to deny it, even though it’s true, before my dad came at me with a knife. Everyone surged behind him and they were all grabbing weapons, anything sharp or blunt that they could get their hands on. I barely managed to make it to my room, lock and barricade the door. My parents, along with everyone where I grew up, were poor and so I didn’t have a lot. I threw my stuff in a bag and I climbed out the window. I fell on my ankle, but I just started running. I didn’t stop, I just ran to the next town, where there was a train station, I got on the first train to Minsk. I ran to the Canadian embassy first, because gay marriage was legal there when it wasn’t in the U.S., but I got denied entry. I applied to the U.S. right after and got in. It was so hard, just leaving everyone and everything I love behind... But... I had to do it. The only good thing that came out of being forced ‘out of the closet’ was that I didn’t and don’t have to hide anymore.” Ava nodded, she set down her mug and wrapped her arms around you. You wrapped your arms underneath hers, around her middle, and cried into each others shoulders. Crying over everything you’ve lost, everything you’ve had ripped or burned away from you. Encompassing each other in the knowledge that neither of you are alone.

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Chicago became warmer after meeting Ava. You started dating a couple months later when you’d gone skating and she’d just stopped and stared at you. Her eyes went soft and her lips parted. You skated over to her to see what was wrong. “Ava?”

“Can I kiss you?” It came out in one tangled breath. “Yes. Please yes.” She held your cheeks in her hands, you held her elbows in yours, and leaned in together.

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You woke up to Ava kissing your shoulder. A smile spread across your lips. “Goodmorning, Ava.”

“Morning, love. I was called into work, so I have to go, but I left breakfast on the counter for you.”

“Thank you, I hope you have a good day.” Ava smiled, stroked your cheek softly. A feather-light kiss was placed on your lips before she gave a whispered goodbye. After the front door closed you got out of bed and padded your way to the kitchen. You smiled when you saw a plate of fried sausages and eggs on the kitchen counter. Your heart warmed at the thought of Ava making breakfast for you. 

It was the weekend so you didn’t have to work today, so you decided to spend the day baking and cooking since you knew that if Ava had been called in on her day off it was going to be crazy, and that cooking is the last thing she’d want to do. So you got dressed and headed out to the market.

Smiling you walked down the street. The day was cool and brisk, only light power on the ground, but it would snow in the afternoon if the weather forecast was to be believed. You made your way to a South African grocery store to pick up the ingredients for chakalaka, Ava’s favourite dinner. You smirked as you entered, your eyes scanning the store. 

The house smelled like warm sugar and spices. In part from the chakalaka and in part from the ginger cookie recipe you got from Nat. You and Ava both really liked it and you wanted to make sure that a wonderful meal was waiting for Ava when she got home.

The door opened just as you finished serving the chakalaka, “Ava? How was your day?”

“Wonderful, just like that smell. Is that chakalaka? Oh my goodness, love, you made all this for me?”

“Yes, I hope that this is a good end to a hard day.”

“A wonderful end. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

“I was thinking, Y/N, you spend so much time here, and most of your stuff is here, so... I just... I think we should move in together.” You smiled and wrapped your arms around her neck. “I would love to move in together.” Your foreheads touched and your lips brushed against each other. “Together.”

“Together.”

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