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Damn - this really shows how long I've been off Tumblr for... I really should check my requests more often. This one will be short, but hopefully it's good enough. I haven't written in a good year at least.

I have a few posts I need to get through and hopefully I will have them all up to date in the next couple of months.

Sneaking out

Connor Rhodes x Wife!Reader

Summary: When a clingy toddler gets sick, it's almost harder to sneak out than when they were teenagers sneaking off to parties.

Requested: Yes, by anon

warnings: Talk of being sick, slight fluff, implied female reader

word count: 815 words

Gif not mine - credit to the owner

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Connor scrunched his eyes up together; the dreadful blaring of his alarm was going off. Rolling over to turn it off, he realised just how easy the covers moved with him. Come to think of it, he was cold, colder than he usually was. Opening his eyes to the empty side of the bed opposite him, where you usually slept, made Connor briefly close his eyes again. His lack of getting to cuddle you usually meant that the day was not going to be a good one.

He forced himself up out of bed and put on his scrubs before stepping into the hallway opposite their son's door, which was open, curtains open, light on and bed stripped. The TV in the living room was playing cartoons, and there were only a couple of things that would mean that their four year old was up and awake and the bed stripped. Either he had an accident, a nightmare or was sick and judging by the washing, the amount of coffee cups by the sink and the 'sick basin' was sitting on the floor beside the sofa.

Connor looked over at the sofa, watching his wife and son cuddle on the sofa under a teddy bear fleece blanket. "Good morning, how are my angels today." The child with a mop of dark hair turned his head, "Daddy!" he sprang up from the sofa and ran to give his dad a big hug, "Hey buddy, are you not feeling well?" Connor frowned, putting the back of his hand against his son's forehead, it was fiery warm, and his cheeks were flushed. Connor could feel the child shake his head against his leg.

Looking up to is wife, she shook her head, bags heavy under her e/c eyes, Connor could feel a bit of pity creeping its way into his face. "He's been up since 2:30, been sick... five times." She stopped to mentally count how many times.

"Jesus, why didn't you wake me. I would have stayed up with him just so you could get some sleep. I don't like seeing my girl tired." Connor said, lifting Theo, the son, back onto the sofa. Theo snuggled his way in between his Mum and Dad, holding onto both of them tightly.

"You have work today, surgeries booked. I already called the nursery to say Theo wouldn't be coming in and took the day off work." Y/n spoke, stopping to yawn midway through the sentence, "Besides, you have tomorrow off, so it'll be your turn tomorrow." She couldn't keep the giggle out of her voice as Connor rolled his eyes in reply. "Fair enough, love."

Connor sat there for five minutes, enjoying the peaceful time with his family, not something that happened often with both of them having full time jobs, looking at the clock on the wall, he sighed, "well, I best be on my way to work. I'll see you both later. Connor leaned over to kiss his wife's h/l h/c hair, and they shared an equally tired smile that wished each other luck for the day, both of them were going to need it.

Connor ruffled Theo's hair, "I'll be back later for dinner, buddy, you be good for mommy." As Connor went to get up, Theo clung to him; the weight was enough to pull Connor back onto the sofa. "Daddy stay," came a mumbled toddler voice. Y/n couldn't help but smile softly at their son's attempt to keep his dad home. "Theo, Buddy, Daddy needs to go work to help people feel better. He can't do that if he is home with you, can he?" Connor's voice was slightly pleading; he needed to go or else he would be late, and he was sure Dr Latham would have his guts.

Theo shook his head, "But I want you and Mommy to stay home with me. pleaseee." Theo looked to both of them with huge puppy dog eyes that almost broke Connor. Y/n interrupted Theo's pleading, "How about we put on another movie you want to watch... what about Paw Patrol?" Theo's eyes lit up, "I'll go find it!" The toddler jumped up from the sofa and dashed to his room, determined to find the Paw Patrol DVD. y/n and Connor laughed lightly. It was almost like Theo wasn't even sick anymore.

Fine line

Relations: Jay Halstead!daughter, Will Halstead!niece Warnings: fire, near death experience, injury, swearing, Use of Y/n Requested: Yes, by anon - Thank you for your request and sorry it took so long to complete it. Word count: 2.6k Gif not mine - credits to the owner

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When Jay first heard about the fire on the TV playing in the background of the intelligence unit he had to rewind it to make sure he heard right. Adam, Kim and Kevin looked up from their paper work too and it was at that moment that Voight came out from his office. “Go on Halstead. Someone will pick up your paperwork.” Jay just nodded and ran off, just about remembering to grap his car keys. The first person he called was Pat; no answer. Y/n was next; again, no answer. Lights and sirens on he just gripped the wheel tighter as he demanded that Siri call Will, who couldn’t even get a word out as soon as he picked up the phone, “have you heard from Dad or Y/n?” Will took a second to catch up but quickly answered, “no no I haven’t, what’s wrong?” “There’s a fire at Dad’s apartment building, Y/n’s school was off so I dropped her off at Dad’s this morning. I’m on my way now, just call me if you hear anything.” Jay hung up the phone and stepped on the accelerator. God, if anything happened… No. He couldn’t think like that, not about Y/n. By the time he got to the scene there were at least 7 fire engines and 12 ambulances, he didn’t talk to anyone, just showed his badge and went on through. No one would stop him if they knew what was good for them. All he could hear were screams of desperation, people shouting for their loved ones and crowds, he pushed past some and tried to avoid those who looked frailer. There were firefighters everywhere and in the middle of all the action was Chief Boden, just the one he was looking to see. “Chief, my Dad and daughter are somewhere in the building, I need to find them, none of them are answering their phones.” Boden nodded, “what apartment are they in?” “23C, my dad just had bypass surgery a month ago and I can’t loose Y/n, she’s my whole world.” He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up at Boden, “we’ll find them.”

Jay was acutely aware that he didn’t mention anything about them being alive and it set his nerves alight. He watched as Boden radioed ahead to Casey who radioed back that they were just clearing the floor below and then would be right up to check. Easing little of Jay’s nerves, he asked if he could help in any way and was thankful to be given the job of crowd control; at least he could get out some of his anger at entitled residents complaining about their stuff being lost and trying to go back for it. He quickly took up the role, although his mind didn't once leave the thought of his daughter.

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About 15 minutes later, he was found by Boden, who was also looking apprehensive about the news that was possibly going to be heard. “Good news, we found Mr Halstead and he’s on his way down with an escort. We’ll have the paramedics assess him when he gets down.” The crackle of the radio came to life; it was Casey's voice. Jay could feel his heart in his throat, a massive lump gathered there, and he couldn’t breathe, let alone talk.

“What of Y/n Halstead? Is she there?” Boden stepped in for him, for which he was thankful. This was the worst feeling in the world. Y/n still wasn’t answering his or Will’s phone calls. Why of all days did this have to happen today when his sweet girl was in the tower? Pat could handle himself; he knew that, but his child must be so scared. Jay could feel the tears threatening to fall. She had to be in there, please. Someone had to find her.

“Are you sure she was here at the time of the fire?” Jay pulled a hand over his face, no he didn’t but why would she be out? “No, but she would’ve went out with Pat for his walk in the morning and got back by now. She wasn’t going to meet friends today.” His mind kept racing, he felt tears slip down his face but he couldn’t bring himself to care. “I need to talk to Dad and call Will to update him but if I hear anything I’ll let you know.” Boden nodded, “We’ll find her Jay, even if it’s the last thing we do. We’ll get her back to you.” Jay couldn’t bring himself to talk, he gave the fire chief a tight smile and curt nod.

Calling Will, he updated him on the situation that they had found Pat but no sign of Y/n in the apartment. Will felt his heart break for Jay, who he knew was struggling over the phone. “I can come over and see if I can help. Goodwin has offered..” The offer stood, but it wasn’t answered; the phone just hung up. Will sighed. He knew Jay didn’t want any pity, but it was hard when he was worried too.

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Y/n spluttered. It was getting harder to breathe, and her 13 year old body was struggling to push the old man up out of his apartment, which was not the least bit wheelchair accessible. Poor Mr Strouce was still waiting for a ground floor apartment. “Honey, you need to get going; the smoke is starting to get too thick up here.” The older man advised, he gave you a concerned look “I’ll be fine Mr Strouce, we need to get you outta here too” You smiled at the older man as you struggled to push the wheelchair closer to the door, you could no longer tell if the sparks that flew around your vision were from the fire or lack of oxygen; you hoped it was neither. Closing your eyes to clear your head was such a relief, so much so that they stayed closed.

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Jay caught up with Pat who was in a good enough state to be able to tell him we’re Y/n is; in the building on the 25th floor, or “at least that’s where she said she was going” Jay ran a stressed hand over his hair as he tried to make a dash for the stairs before he was stopped by Boden, naturally, he failed and was told that there wouldn’t be a cop dying at his fire site. “She’s in 25C with a wheelchair bound man, someone needs to check there. Please.” Boden radioed yet again and all Jay could do was pace. He didn’t want to be anywhere near his father, with that attitude how the hell did he think it would be safe enough to leave Y/n with him?

Heart palpitations, sweaty hands and shakiness were all that accompanied Jay Halstead as he sat on the kerb waiting for news of his daughter. As firemen and women rushed by him, he looked up to see if his daughter was with them, and when she wasn’t, his heart hurt even more. He had started crying long ago and quite frankly, didn’t even care; he just wanted his little girl.

He found that he couldn't sit still any longer and began pacing, checking his watch every 30 or so seconds. That’s when he heard the radio again, “I have Y/n and Mr Strouce, we're bringing them down now. Y/n doesn't look to be in a good condition." Jay's mouth went completely dry almost as if he had been blasting hot air into his mouth with a hairdryer. Unable to comprehend what he had just heard he turned and before he could do anything a pain went through his hand, he opened his eyes to see a whole in the wall the same size as his fist. the gut-wrenching blow which went through and through just like a bullet, leaving the feeling that he was bleeding out.

It felt like forever until he saw Stella and Hermann racing down the stairs with an unconscious female, he was in flight mode, he made his way after the two firefighters shouting at people in the way to move so they could get her to the ambulance faster.

Jay was silent on the way to med, he’d called ahead to Will to tell him that they were coming and that you weren’t in the best condition. Jay held your hand, just like he always did when you were younger. He watched through blurry vision as tears dropped silently onto the gurney; he couldn’t bear to remove his hands from yours to wipe them.

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It has all happened so fast, between getting into hospital and you being rushed into surgery. Will had long forgotten his job to be there for his brother as he tried so hard to remain strong himself. It was literal hours before Jay and Will both got news about Y/n's surgery and when they did, it was the best news that they could have hoped for. Y/n was alive and relatively stable for the most part although her surgery was pretty extensive as they had to fix the damage which she had done to her heart under the stress of the fire.

Being able to finally see his Daughter in the PICU was a relief to him, although having to see her in a hospital bed, asleep, had not been the plan. With her asleep for a few days with no sign of waking up, even after the withdrawal of the anaesthetic from her system, she should have been awake by now. Jay had only left to get changed and catch a couple of hours of sleep. Will and the intelligence team and Stella Kidd, who had been moved to the respiratory wing after her lung operation, had come to watch over the sleeping girl. Will was busy trying to help his father find a new place to stay, and currently, the man was living with him and driving him up the wall. It didn't help that the doctors had told him to stay off his feet; as a result of that, Will's house now smelt of cigarette smoke, which he was more than delighted about.

Jay found he couldn't care less about Will's woes, not when he was still waiting for his child to wake up.

When Jay came back to the hospital, after Hank and Hailey had sent him home to clean up and have some proper sleep, which there wasn't much of, from the nightmares over the last couple of days. Jay was alarmed at the fact that there was another doctor in his little girl's room with Will, running some sort of test. "What's going on, Will?" He asked cautiously, moving to take the seat beside his daughter.

Will looked to his brother nervously, "Jay, I'm concerned why Y/n hasn't woken up yet, so I called a neurology friend of mine in to consult." Will began, only to receive a dubious look from Dr. Abrams at the mention of the word 'Friends'. The room was silent once again, and the tension was so thick that you could practically cut it with a knife. Jay could feel the annoyance grip his voice, "And?" he snapped. He didn't have the time for this; he just wanted to be with his little girl, hoping that she would open her beautiful eyes sometime soon. Sam took over from explaining what Will was attempting to, seeing as it had gotten stuck in his throat. "Mr Halstead, due to the reduction of brain activity, it's quite likely that Y/n is brain dead."

Jay felt his breath catch in his throat; There was no chance, no way that had just came out of this random doctor's mouth. "Get him outta here, Will." "Jay-" "Now!" He could feel himself shaking in fury; the beeping of the machines drifted into the background as the tears started to fall. Grasping his daughter’s hand tightly in his, he cried; cried for all of the memories that they never got to share, cried for the fact he might never see her grow up, cried that he wouldn't get to walk her down the aisle.

It was Hailey who came back to sit with him; Will must’ve caught her up on everything because she didn’t talk, just hugged Jay from behind. He could feel her tears staining his shirt, and just like any other time, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

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It was a couple of weeks after the fire before Jay returned to work, against Voight’s advice but he couldn’t bear to sit by his daughter’s bedside any longer wishing and hoping that her condition would get better. He needed to catch the bastard stupid enough to start the bloody fire; at least then he would be able to get some kind of retribution for her.

Although he went to see her every day and every time he saw her, his hope of her waking up again drained. More recent EEGs showed a little more brain activity, but not nearly enough to be viable.

Jay gave a tight smile to Kevin as they left the station for the night. Chicago was starting to get cold with winter coming. Jay’s car wasn’t much warmer than outside, although he was thankful to be out of the way of the wind that was blistering its way through the city, making tree branches shake in the wind. He rubbed his hands together and breathed hot air into them in a lazy attempt to warm himself up. It was almost 9pm, there wasn’t much time to go see Y/n, and he debated skipping going tonight; it was late, and he was so tired. But something wouldn’t let him, no matter how much he felt like it. A mix of a sigh and a yawn, Jay turned the key in the ignition and rubbed the sleep from his eyes before starting the fifteen minute drive to med.

He entered med through the main doors, avoiding the E.D completely. He hadn’t seen Will for quite some time, although his brother still did visit his niece most days, just not when he was there.

It seemed almost like Jay was on autopilot. He knew what to expect: go sit in your room, hold your hand, tell you to hurry up and come back to him and then leave after visiting hours were over. The same everyday for the last month. There were little changes to Yn's EEG's in the right direction, although Sam had told him to not get hopeful; that they might not mean anything or lead to her waking up.

As he got closer to his daughter's room, he could hear his brother's voice... and Natalie's. But then there was a laugh, it was yours. Jay added a quip to his step and peered around the corner, scared that this was all in his head and not real life. Maybe he was just having a bad dream and it was all a lie.

Jay could feel the water in his eyes before he even comprehended the scene in front of him. Will and Natalie were both in the room with his daughter, who was sitting up, awake and laughing lightly. Before he could stop himself, he ran down the corridor and into the room, "Sunshine?"

School meeting

Ava Bekker x Daughter!Reader

Requested: Yes, by anon - I hope you like it. Sorry it took so long to get to, I got (Badly) sidetracked. Synopsis: Ava is called by her daughter's principal to come in for a meeting about her daughter's 'disrespectful' behaviour. Warnings: Probably badly used isiXhosa. Fluff and general cuteness. Both Ava and Reader being badasses, etc, etc. Word count: 1.8k Gif is not mine, credit to the creator.

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Ava pressed the red hang-up button on her phone, and her hands went to run through her hair, which she had taken down at the start of her lunch break. Connor looked up from his lunch, concern in his eyes, "Is everything okay?"

Ava snored, shaking her head. "That was Y/n's school. They want me to come in for a meeting about her behaviour after school." She stabbed her fork into the salad leaves in the box in front of her.

Connor raised an eyebrow, "Her behaviour? That's not like her. She's a good kid, a bit sharp tongued maybe, but she's just like her mom." Connor gave Ava a cheesy grin, causing her to playfully slap him with her hand lightly. Only making them both laugh and continue their lunch.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Connor asked, the seriousness returning to their previous conversation. Ava shook her head, her blonde, wavy hair obscuring her eyes briefly. "No, we should be fine. I have a feeling that I might get to use that sharp tongue of mine, however." Ava found herself grinning, using Connor's previous comment. They both finished their lunch before having to inevitably go back to their jobs.

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As Ava pulled up to the school, scrubs still on, knowing that she would have to go back to the hospital after this meeting. Thankfully, Miss Goodwin had approved the next couple of hours off since the majority of her patients were mostly stable.

Chicago was warm this time of year, so much so that she knew that her car was going to be baking after this meeting. The car park and collection areas were mostly empty, with it being forty five minutes after pick up time.

Stepping into the high school was weird to say the least, it had been years since she had been to school, and it certainly was not one of this size or had an entrance hall of this grandeur.

Clearing her throat, she approached the office desk, where there was two members of staff working at desks. "Excuse me, I have a meeting with Principal Evers about my daughter, Y/n Bekker. I was informed of an incident of disrespectful behaviour."

One of the women looked up and smiled at her, "Of course, he has been expecting you. Miss Bekker is already in the room with him and the teacher who reported the behaviour. Principal Evers' office is that door on the right and then the 2nd door on the left."

Ava smiled at the woman and turned to walk to the door, which was pointed out to her. The office that she stepped into was filled with a various amount of trophies and awards that the school had earned over the last several years. Looking ahead, however, there was Principal Evers, her daughter and a somewhat frustrated looking teacher.

The man, principal Evers stood up and greeted Ava with a firm handshake. “You must be Mrs Bekker, please take a seat.”

“It’s Dr Bekker actually, for the record.” Ava smiled tightly as the man shifted uncomfortably, adjusting his tie nervously as he looked to the embroidered writing in her hospital scrubs.

“Right, I apologise.” Ava nodded, “it’s an easy misconception to make.” Principal Evers motioned for her to take the seat beside her daughter.

Ava looked to her daughter, matching brown eyes glinted back at her, her daughter’s lip bit from attempting to hold back her laughter.

Taking her seat, Ava sat straight, the same way it had been drilled into her as a young child. Her expression was neutral, yet not bored. It was uncanny the way both mother and daughter looked to be each other’s mirror.

“We appreciate you taking time out of your day to meet with us. I am sure you can understand how Miss Bekker's behaviour was disruptive to the rest of the class’s learning.” Principal Evers began, his hands pressed together, sitting in front of him on the desk.

“Of course,” Ava inclined her head, shooting a curious look in her daughter’s directions.

“Your daughter interrupted the lesson by speaking out of turn, contradicting a teacher and afterwards, refusing to apologise.” Ava nodded thoughtfully and took a moment before turning to her daughter, “is this true?”

Y/n answered almost immediately, “Yes, but-” she started but pauses when her mother holds up a finger, silencing her. It wasn’t a reprimand but Y/n let her voice died in her throat.

“Before we discuss the consequences of Y/n’s actions, I would like to clarify this situation.” Ava had turned her attention back to Principal Evers, “Of course.”

Ava cleared her throat, “so you are saying that my daughter interrupted a lesson. What task was being completed when she disrupted the class?”

The principal furrows his eyebrows, trying to make sense relevance of the situation. Looking back to the teacher and turning back to Ava, “ I do believe it was during a reading exercise.”

Ava nodded thoughtfully, was silent for a moment and when the principal went to continue what he was saying before Ava spoke before him, “which student was reading?”

The principal looked towards the teacher who shifted uncomfortably under the gaze of her boss and Ava, she glowered slightly when she noticed Y/n’s smirk, which was gone from her face before anyone else could notice, clearing her throat, “it was one of the weaker readers.”

Ava’s eyebrows furrowed and her head tilted to the right, “weaker by which metric?” Ava remained composed as she asked the questions, instead of this being a meeting about her daughter’s behaviour, it was being turned on its heels. The teacher hesitated under Ava’s dark, piercing eyes, “he struggles.”

Ava sits forward, curious, “In what metric? Is it fluency? Comprehension? Decoding?” She’s asked mildly, a frown taking over her face and having to repeat herself.

The room was thick with silence, the teacher opening and closing her mouth like a fish before coming up with an answer, “all of the above.”

Ava nods but the frown doesn’t leave her face, she glances over to Y/n. Her daughter was sitting there, eyes alight at watching her teacher squirm. She cleared her throat and gave her daughter a pointed look. Y/n’s gaze fell to look at her hands in her lap.

“How many times was the student asked to read aloud?” Ava pushed.

“I can't recall the exact number.”

Ava sits back in her chair slightly, relaxing, she had control of this conversation. “A range then. Was it twice, five times, seven?”

The teacher was quiet for a little before replying, “…several.”

Her eyebrows furrowed, “and when he was struggling, what intervention did you provide?”

“Well I encouraged him of course. As any good teacher would.”

“In what way?” Ava asked.

“Dr Bekker, I fail to see why this information is important. This meeting is to discuss your daughter’s behaviour and use of language.” The principal interjects, an attempt to regain control of the conversation.

Ava smiled, placating the man, “I agree. However I am establishing context.”

The teacher, who was already tense from the interaction, stiffened even more, “There was some disruption from the other students.”

“I’m assuming laughter, mocking behaviours.” Ava suggested and the teacher nodded, unable to speak. “And was it corrected?”

“Yes, I attempted to correct it.” The teacher replied tersely.

“And did my daughter join in with this behaviour?”

“No.”

Ava nods again, relaxing back into the chair. Her voice calm, if not bored. “So the environment had already deteriorated before my daughter questioned your methods.”

The principal interjected again, “Regardless of the context of the situation, challenging a teacher using language like Miss Bekker done is unacceptable.”

Ava met his gaze, “I agree. However, I am interested in why the situation required a public correction at all.”

She was met with silence that stretched for a long time, smiling tightly she turned to her daughter. “What did you say, verbatim.”

Y/n raised her eyes to meet her mothers, “I said, ‘You should stop, it’s not helping him.’”

“And?” She raised an eyebrow.

“When that didn’t resolve it I said, ‘you’re being cruel.’” Y/n lowered her gaze at the end of the sentence, Ava frowned thoughtfully. “We will talk about this in the car.” She turned her attention back to the principal, “that word seemed to be the tipping point.”

“Yes.”

Ava nodded thoughtfully, “was the behaviour itself addressed? Or was it the language used to describe it.”

The principal pressed his lips together, looking tense in his own right, “both, however the language was inexcusable.”

“Then our thoughts are aligned.” She stated, “my daughter used an imprecise forum, not an inaccurate assessment.”

Y/n’s eyes widened, so shocked that she had to stop herself from whipping her head up to not give herself whiplash.

The principal must have sensed he was fighting a losing battle and firmly addressed his next words, “we’re issuing a written warning and a the rest of the week with internal exclusion. Miss Bekker will still come to school but will be placed in a classroom without her classmates and will do her school work and have her recess independently.”

Ava smiled coyly, “that is appropriate. Rules must be upheld.”

The teacher relaxes, knowing the meeting was coming to an end, although a bit too soon. Ava spoke again. “I would recommend, however, that intervention strategies within the classroom for struggling readers be revised. It will prevent future disruptions.”

The principal replies, his voice now stiff. “We will take that into consideration.”

Ava nodded in reply, “Let us go, Y/n. I need to get back to work and you should be doing your homework.”

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Sitting in the car was the next time Ava spoke on the drive home. “Did you see what I did?”

Y/n nodded slowly, “you had them define the problem for themselves.”

Her mother nodded, “Yes. They are more likely to change their methods, if spoken to calmly.”

“And you act like you know better.” Y/n muttered, grinning shyly at her mum who rolled her eyes.

“You made them uncomfortable.” She stated, Ava nodded, “That was not my intention, I wanted them to be precise.” Ava smiled slightly, “Their discomfort was merely a byproduct of their own making.”

Y/n smiled to herself before letting it drop, “so I shouldn’t have said ‘cruel’.”

“Like I said, your assessment was not wrong, however you voiced it wrong.”

Y/n found herself smiling despite herself. Silence fell between the two of them, enjoying the sound of the Chicago traffic around them. As Ava stopped outside their apartment building, dropping Y/n off home. Ava stopped her daughter before she closed the car door. “for the record, I am proud of what you did today.”

Ava smiled kindly at her daughter, proudness reflecting in her eyes. Y/n grinned back. “Ndiyakuthanda mama.”

As Ava was driving back to the hospital, she couldn’t help how proud she was of her daughter. She couldn’t condone her daughter sticking up to something which wasn’t ethically correct.

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.

In the Rain

Characters: Fem. Reader x Will Halstead

Requested: Yes, by @zaidatorcuatomorgado I really hope you enjoy this🩷

Prompt: "Dance with me and pretend the world doesn't exist."

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, fluff, just will being an absolute sweetheart ♡🥰

word count: 1.1K

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You sat at bar swirling what was left of your whiskey, after a long day at home and an even longer day at work you were ready for the weekend. Praying that no disasters caused a last minute call in to work. Currently, you'd had enough of the world and the dried tear tracks showed that, Timothy, your fiancé had just broken up with you well, ex-fiancé, and now, you didn't have it in yourself to go home. Too many raw emotions and memories. And there was no point in crying over a pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream tonight, besides if you found someone else whose bed you could get into, even better.

"Hey can I have 2 of what the woman beside me's drinking" You raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything to the red head as he took the bar stool beside you. Frowning a bit when you had another whiskey neat passed towards you. "Thanks" "you looked like you needed it." he replied easily shrugging his shoulders. "Jez, a ‘no problem’ or ‘you're welcome’ would've been fine" rolling your eyes, you finished off the last of your whiskey before moving on to the one the stranger beside you had so kindly bought you.

"Is everything okay? You look like you're going through something." the redhead asked you. You snorted a little, "Who are you, my therapist?" The man chuckled, "Close enough, I'm a doctor." You nodded at that, half expecting the answer to be some form of healthcare professional. "Y/n L/n" you turned and smiled at him. He done the same. "Will Halstead." "It's nice to meet you doctor Halstead" you purred quietly to him, you could see a tinge of red rising to Will's face, It clashed horribly with his hair but at the same time you thought it looked quite cute. Drinking the last of your whiskey, you saw Will's drink go largely untouched. "You not a fan?" Will gave you a tight smile, "No I'm more of a spirits guy myself do you want it?" He relied easily. Without another word you picked up the drink and drank half of the glass.

"Did you just order what I ordered to try to pick me up." Raising an eyebrow with an amused smirk playing on your lips. "Is it working? Because if it is, that's a yes." You felt a hand slide from your middle spine to your lower spine, sitting on the curve, sending a shiver through your body. "Maybe..." Your left hand reached for his thigh. You felt the strong muscles flex beneath your touch. Making you want to shiver but you refused the urge. You could feel the effect of the past three or four shots on your stomach, you knew your head was clouded but at the same time you couldn’t bring yourself to care much. “What do you want to drink?” Will gave you a curious look, “just a vodka and coke.” You nodded and finished the shot of whiskey and asked the bartender for a shot of vodka and a vodka and coke. You were slightly glad for Will’s hand on the small of your back. You knew that you probably would’ve fell off the stool by now otherwise, and you didn’t feel particularly like ending up in the E.R for a cracked open skull.

"You're wondering what's got me drinking so heavily? My fiancé dumped me." You said, shrugging your shoulders, your eyes drifted away from his sorrowful soft expression, you didn't want people to feel sorry for you. Things like this happened to people all the time, it wasn't worth crying over Timothy anymore. "Im sorry to hear that, you must be taking it quite harshly." he motioned to the drink, "Speaking of, how much have you had to drink in the last hour?” Will asked as you suddenly downed the next shot as soon as it was set in front of you. You squeezed your eyes shut at the taste “about 5 ish now" you shrugged, not really caring. He gave you an 'are you serious look, making you giggle. "Come on, I'll take you home" Will handed his card over to the bartender, telling him to close both of your tabs out before helping you stand up.

As soon as you were on both of your feet the world started spinning around you, you could barely put a foot in front of the other without stumbling. At least Will was there to save you from making a fool of yourself by falling flat on your face, for that you were glad. The dizziness got a little better the longer you stood and you could at least walk without stumbling now in a somewhat decent straight line.

"Ugh it's raining, just amazing." you complained, Will smiled down softly at you, "Come on, It's not that bad right?" Looking up at him you had to pull your gaze away as you felt your cheeks get flushed. "Here, take my coat." The red head said as he placed the coat over your shoulders, the heat from it made you shudder and bury the remainder of your body into the coat which drowned you, reaching halfway down your calfs. "Thanks" you mumbled as you could feel your eyes burning, trying to kid yourself into the fact that the rain managed to get into your eyes and that they were just watering was no use, especially when you tried to hide it.

Will looked down at you as you sneakily tried to wipe your eyes, he captured your chin and tilted your head so your e/c eyes and his light brown eyes met. Using his other hand, he wiped away the remaining tears slowly rolling down your cheeks. "Just dance with me and pretend the world doesn't exist." he whispered, upon recognising the slow dance that could be heard from the jukebox within the bar. "In the rain? You'll get a chill without anything to keep you dry." you laughed lightly as more rain dripped onto your face, except this time it was from Will's hair. "Why not?" He took his hands and placed them on your waist, you moved yours to around his neck and he started to move, guiding your steps.

The traffic of the wet Chicago night really just set the right scene for this, the occasional honk of a car horn in the distance, the muffled, yet beautiful melody playing from the jukebox, even the rain played its part as you apologised yet again for stepping on Will's feet again as he just laughed at you.

In the Aftermaths

Requested: Yes, by anon

Description: Ava's death ate you up and spat you back out

ships: Ava Bekker x Fem. Reader

Warnings: suicide, mental illness, distress, (If you're struggling with your mental health, please talk to someone in order to get the proper help you need).

Word count: 800

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The call that came from Mrs Goodwin as soon as you heard about Ava was definitely the start of the end of it all. You'd done so much for her, to help her get better. You had known exactly why she had murdered herself, although it didn't make it any easier for you. When the funeral came around, not even Connor Rhodes was there, or hardly anyone from med, Adam, Kim and Kevin were there to accompany you. You knew that it was mostly because they felt bad for you but you couldn't bring yourself to care, not now, not anymore.

Weeks after the funeral, you found yourself still not back at work. The team dropped by every so often, tried to get you to come back to work or go out for drinks but you wouldn't hear of it. Instead you stayed in bed, crying. You had found Ava's diary it had the most awful of things in it, but it also talked about how much she wanted to be with Connor. Y/n knew that Ava had an unhealthy obsession with the man, probably loving him more than she did her, which was true by the way. She had also found that in her diary. It was that moment that she broke, she couldn't keep anything of Ava's anymore.

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"911, what's the emergency?"

"Hi, I uhh think that there's been a break in in my neighbours apartment?"

"Alright, and what's the address."

"Apartment 33C on -----" (A/N: Make up your own street name. I live in NI and have no clue of US street names)

"Do you know if the homeowners home?"

"I would assume so, she's hardly left after her partner died about a month ago."

"Alright, we have units dispatched to the address"

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"Units in the 21st and citywide, we have reports of a possible robbery at apartment 33c on -----" It was Kim who picked up the radio to reply, immediately recognising the home address. "5021 Eddie and 5021 Ida responding, be advised plain clothes officers responding."

Kim gave Adam an apprehensive look as the started the car to Y/n's apartment. "Should we loop in the others?" Adam kept staring at the road, unresponsive for a minute before finally saying no. Kim nodded and stared out the road, it wasn't long to get to Y/n's apartment and as soon as they did they could hear the commotion from outside, glass and ceramic shattering. Adam nodded to Kim as they went inside and up the flights of stairs, ushering civilians back into their homes.

Once they reached her apartment door, they knocked... no answer though it did go silent. "Y/n, It's Adam and Kim. We were called to come check up on you. Let us in please." Adam shouted in at her, another crash came from inside and that was the last straw, Kim kicked the door down and cautiously walked into the room, both of them had their guns drew. What was once a clean and homely apartment had been well and truly trashed "Y/n? are you here?" Kim asked.

"Here" a shaky voice called from behind the sofa. Kim looked back at Adam and put her weapon away before rushing to her friends side, spitting on shattered and cracked glass on her way over. "Hey N/n, what happened sweetheart?" Kim asked as she grabbed Y/n's hands, they were covered in blood, but the rest of her looked fine.

"I...I She... She never loved me Kim, she didn't love me!" Y/n practically shouted and Kim immediately pulled her in for a tight hug, tears streaming down the broken girl's face, "She never loved me and I thought she did. I'm so fucking stupid." "Y/n shhhh please, It's okay, she'd not here anymore. You can get over her, we'll be here to help you, right Adam?" "uhh yeah of course, we'll always be here for you hon."

Ava/Connor fic??

Relationship: Connor Rhodes x Ava Bekker

Warnings: swearing, injury

Word count: 1.6k words

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Cwtch - A welsh word meaning more than a hug or a cuddle. When you give someone a cwtch you give them a safe place.

Ava couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, the air leaving her lungs let the heavy weight of stress fall from her. Between work and having to pack up her apartment and finding a new place to live was beginning to get too stressful for her liking. Coming home to a house filled with boxes only seemed to make her feel like she was back at work. She sucked in a breath and ran her hands through her hair, an action that she felt she'd done a lot over the past few weeks.

At least tomorrow she had the day off. Maybe she could do some apartment viewing... Ava shook her head, she couldn't even rest when she came home now. She pushed herself off of the sofa and walked towards the kitchen to make herself a mug of coffee. boiling the kettle was the early part, she could feel her legs shaking from beneath her, struggling to hold her weight. God, she really needed to lay down and sleep.

Once the kettle had finished boiling she lifted the heavy weighted item and it shook as she tried to pour herself a mug of coffee. "Fuck!" she whispered, "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Ava practically dropped the kettle on the counter as she rushed to the sink to turn the cold water tap on. The scald burned and sizzled under the cold water and she sucked wind through her teeth. She was way too tired for this, she just needed her bed, screw dinner and screw coffee. She found herself getting lost in her own thoughts as she held her hand under the water before a knock at the door shook her out of her thoughts. That was when she remembered her off the cuff night in with Connor that they'd organised earlier that day when Ava still felt up for human company and completely forgot about the mess of her apartment.

Hyping herself up as she turned off the tap and gently dried her tender wound with a rough towel which she internally winced at as she turned the door knob. Connors smiling face at the other end of the door holding up takeaway bags made her forget all her worries for that moment. So much so that she nearly cried with absolute joy when she saw the man she loved, Connor's eyebrows furrowed and Ava realised she hadn't let him in, smiling sheepishly she stood out of his way and he walked into the apartment. "Hey, are you going somewhere?" Connor asked as he looked around at all of the boxes sitting in no particular order all over the room. Ava nodded from the kitchen where she had went to put the towel back, her hand still burning, looking down at it, it was still a bright red raw colour with small bumps forming which she internally cringed at. "Uhh yeah, my landlord's increased the lease and I just can't afford it anymore so I'm moving out in the next three weeks." she called from the kitchen as she went to grab forks, only to realise that she had already packet them away, "For gods sakes," she muttered angrily as she now had to go searching through a tonne of boxes that she really didn't want to do. "Have you found a new place yet?" Connor asked, he could hear the tension in her voice.

“Uhh not yet, I’m planning on going to view a few places tomorrow.” Ava said, distracted by the pain of the burn brushing up against stuff in the moving boxes. In the end she resorted to just looking with one hand. She found them fairly quickly after that and held them to the burn which sent a chill throughout her body, Ava met Connor with a quick kiss "What did you bring tonight?" Connor smiled as he pressed another kiss to her lips, soft and sweet, "mhm Chinese, your favourite." Ava couldn't help but get excited at the prospect at getting to eat chicken chow mein takeaway and could feel her mouth watering at the prospect, "Let's have it before it gets cold?" she giggled and Connor nodded before they sat down together. "American housewife?" Connor laughed, "you know it." Ava found herself getting lost in the comfort of a relaxing night in with her boyfriend. They'd been together for almost 6 months and it was all perfect, although Ava didn't know if this was because they were in the honeymoon stage of dating or if this was going to be an all time thing.

Connor had finished his Chinese, chicken satay and went to hold Ava's hand, she pulled it away quickly. "sorry, scalded it earlier. It's still a little tender." Connor's face grew in concern, he turned to Ava, ignoring the show. "Let me see it love." "Connor..." "Avey." His voice was serious and Ava begrudgingly gave in and huffed out a breath just turning her attention to the program that just happened to go on a break right at the worst moment, now she had to pay attention to Connor.

"Avey, this is a second degree scald, what happened?" Connor said, quickly rising from the sofa to grab the first aid kit, "Connor, I don't need you fussing over me." Ava said, although her tone was verging on whining. "Ava, Its a second degree burn, Its weeping and badly blistered. You're glad I'm not making you go to hospital." Connor lightly scolded, Ava just rolled her eyes. "If you're looking for the cling film (Plastic wrap), It's in the top cupboard on the left."

Connor returned to Ava on the sofa and began to gently wrap her hand, "Ava, what's going on? You know how important it is to wrap a burn of any type." Ava looked up to meet Connors stone blue eyes and could feel herself spilling all that was bothering her. Her asshole of a landlord, not having a place to go to, she felt the annoying urge of tears coming to her eyes and she hurried to brush them away. "Ava, you can talk to me about anything you know? I'm not going to judge you." Connor moved his hand to her shoulder and she ducked her head. Connor didn't need to see her cry, "talk to me love, what's going on?"

"I.. I just don't know what to do anymore. My landlords raised my rent so much so that I can't afford it and now I have to find a new place to live in 3 weeks." Ava felt the oxygen escape her lungs and she couldn't get it back no matter how much she tried, "I'm not used to being unprepared, I, I don't know what I'm doing anymore." Connor pulled Ava to him gently as she sobbed, just holding her. It hurt him to see his girl under so much stress and her not turning to him hurt too. She knew that she could rely on him so why didn't she? He knew that Ava was strong, the strongest woman which he had ever met, aside from his mom, but even then, did he really know her. Connor planted a soft kiss onto of her head, "You know that we'll work something out, we always do. Together." Ava unburied herself from Connors torso, eyes red and puffy, she gave him a shaky, weak smile. "Together?" she whispered, "together. Forever and always." Ava grinned at Connor and hugged him as tight as she could. "I love you Connor Rhodes." Connor smiled down at his girl, beautiful in all ways, "and I love you too Ava Bekker."

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It was Connor who woke up first the next morning. Somehow, Ava and he must've fell asleep on the sofa last night, although he couldn’t say he was disappointed. Ava was cuddled up beside him, her hair messy and covering her features. He smiled wistfully, wishing that this moment could last forever. He turned his attention to the tv which had made its way onto standby sometime in the middle of the night. Connor yawned and used his free hand which he didn’t have wrapped around Ava to push her hair behind her ears, she looked so peaceful like she had no worries in the world, although he knew differently.

Not wanting to wake her, he lay still gently playing with strands of her hair. That was what Ava woke up to, her boyfriend playing with her hair, plaiting it. “Connor..” her voice was groggy, still filled with sleep as she spoke his name. “Good morning to you too Ava,” Connor replied, stretching as Ava lifted herself off of him.

“I was thinking-” Connor started before Ava cut him off, “uhoh that’s a dangerous pastime Connor” She smiled. Connor just looked at her and Ava rolled her eyes, “alright I’ll keep the cometary at bay for now.” “Thank you” Connor replied holding his nose up in the air “as I was saying before I was RUDELY interrupted…” Ava gently hit Connor on the shoulder, who rubbed it, acting as if it was the worst pain in the world. Clearing his throat, he continued. “If you, Ava Bekker, wanted to move in with me?”

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."