#avey-bekker

[flyingpotstickers]

roommates au & reesker if ur still taking prompts :)

always taking prompts from you, peach! (avey! :D) (pic credit to @speeeenc for finding this beauty)

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the roommate situation had gotten worse with every passing day. ava had a feeling she was being punk'd or something. ava just. could not find a roommate, no matter how fake-nice she was, or who she talked to about the position.

she groans, running a hand through short hair.

she startles when she hears the sound of her own name. "yes?" she turns, facing the psych student that she immediately recognizes.

sarah reese. not her first pick for a roommate prospect, but one even so. ava eyes her curiously.

"you still looking for a roommate?" sarah asks, shuffling her feet.

"yeah." ava nods quickly. "are you okay?" hesitant. unsure. trying to tell herself it doesn't matter what sarah's answer is.

sarah bites her lip. "yeah," the word comes out quickly...too quickly to be believable. ava arches a brow. sarah sighs.

"i'm pregnant."

[pushupcontest]

Chicago Med Group Chat

Pt. 5: Maggie’s phone

Will🙄: Hello my fellow doctors, nurses, and my boss! How are all of you doing this very fine morning? 

April👭(bff): Wtf I think Will is broken. 

Annoying rich dude: you good dude???? do you need me to call 911??? 

Daniel: I guess your therapy session worked. 

Nat👯: I em so prison of you WilliM!

Will🙄: Do you mean: I am so proud (?) of you William!

April’s idiotic little brother: Omg freaky friday!!!!!

Annoying blonde med student: Freaky Friday?

Ethan: Even I know what Freaky Friday is. 

Maggie: How do you not know what Freaky Friday is?

Annoying (Lanik) has added Sam Abrams (neurosurgeon) to the group chat

April’s idiotic little brother: Who’s that?

Annoying (Lanik): Dr. Abrams. He lost a bet and the punishment is that he has to be added to this group chat.

Sam Abrams (neurosurgeon) left the group chat

Annoying (Lanik) has added Sam Abrams (neurosurgeon) to the group chat

Sam Abrams (neurosurgeon): I do not want to be here Lanik. 

Sam Abrams (neurosurgeon) left the group chat

April’s idiotic little brother has added Sam Abrams (neurosurgeon) to the group chat

Sam Abrams (neurosurgeon): Fine. I give up. 

Maggie: Welcome to the group chat, Sam!

Nat👯: Hiijj aramssas

Sam Abrams (neurosurgeon): Natalie, why can’t you spell?

Will🙄: Will stole my phone.

Nat👯: asnj she stolw mien

Annoying rich dude: will can't type fyi

Will🙄: Translation: And she stole mine. 

Sam Abrams (neurosurgeon): How do we work in the same hospital?

Sharon (my boss): 🤣

Ava: abrams, it’s good you’re here, we need to discuss our plan for the surgery tomorrow

Ava: i made a new group chat with connor, latham, and you Latham: Good idea, Dr. Bekker. Annoying rich dude: ok avey :)

Sarah:🔪🩸🪦

Maggie: ;)

[purple-dahlias]

“ healing is not linear , but it’s always moving forward . ” for recovery!au

hope this is okay!

warnings: eating disorder tw

It’s a Sunday evening and Sarah has been banished from the kitchen. Instead, she is sat curled up on the couch, some mindless tv show or other on in the background that she’s not really focusing on, voices and colours blurring into each other.

There are a million other things she could be— should be— doing right now, but none of them seem quite right. She’s sure there should be some prep for work she should be doing right now. Anything remotely more productive than this.

Sarah stares blankly at the screen depicting some commercial or other advertising washing powder, smiling faces with ultra white teeth staring back at her, tinny music playing in the background. She can hear Ava clattering away in the kitchen, the occasional curse falling from her lips and the steady ticking of the clock, reminding her of the time slipping away until dinner. It’s all she’s thinking about, as she sits, picking at the loose threads fraying from her shirt— the one she knows hangs a little loose off of her now in a way it never used to before.

She hates it. Hates it so much. Hates that she’s trapped Ava in this. That Ava now has to deal with this. With her. If she’s being honest, she doesn’t know why Ava still chooses to stick around, knowing all she does.

“Sarah,” Ava calls, breaking through into her thoughts. “Dinner’s ready.”

Sarah hauls herself up from her place on the couch, body feeling like lead. She can’t even understand why this all seems so hard today. A few days ago, she’d been fine. Things had felt better, lighter. And now…

It seemed like every time she got closer to things being alright again, there was always a set back. Some part of her screaming out that this was a bad idea. That she shouldn’t.

“Spaghetti agile e olio,” Ava announces, throwing her head back in a laugh, “I think I butchered that pronunciation though.”

“It looks good,” Sarah forces a smile, nodding at the spread laid out on the dining table. And it does. Really. But she just doesn’t think she should right now.

“I’m glad you think so,” grins Ava, her hair pulled back into a messy bun, a few strands escaping and framing her face as she moves to serve Sarah before herself, sitting down opposite and picking up her fork.

“Oh wait, I forgot, parmesan,” Ava mutters, heading in the direction of the fridge.

While she’s up with her back turned, Sarah debates whether she has enough time to put back some of the spaghetti into the serving bowl without Ava noticing.

She isn’t so lucky, though.

By the time Sarah had worked up the conviction, Ava is back.

“Want some?” She asks, brandishing the grater, and Sarah shakes her head no, feeling as though her stomach is constricting as she watches Ava twirling spaghetti with her fork. She tries to do the same, labouring over a single strand, unwinding and winding it round and round her fork, eventually putting it into her mouth.

It’s good, she can’t deny that. The combination of the olive oil and parsley and garlic. Ava had always been the better cook out of the two of them. But it’s difficult. That one mouthful alone had taken so much effort and Sarah is just short of getting up and running out of the entire apartment.

But Ava doesn’t deserve that.

Instead, she just picks at everything, taking the tiniest bites as possible and stretching them out, taking as long as possible to finish them.

Ava notices. Of course she does. Sarah catches the side-glances she gives her. Hates the way she can see her eyes clouded with worry. But she’s grateful Ava lets it slide for now, choosing to make small talk instead and Sarah makes every effort to respond.

Even if it is with monosyllabic words, a nod of agreement or a forced smile.

Ava’s not stupid, not in the least. She knows something is up, but she also knows that sometimes, there are moments where it’s better not to say anything. And in any case, she wants to give Sarah the chance to tell her first. That was something they had talked about. That Sarah had said was something Dr Richardson had said she needed to work on. Being able to let others in, to tell them when something was wrong.

So they pretend on like everything is okay, like there is no dark cloud threatening to burst over them, until Sarah just can’t stomach it any longer.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she says, voice cutting through the heavy silence that had descended, not meeting Ava’s eyes. It’s the longest sentence she’s uttered in about twenty minutes.

She puts down the fork. No use continuing the charade now.

“Sarah,” Ava begins. “You’ve got to have just a little bit.”

There. She’s confirmed Sarah’s suspicions exactly. And Sarah notes the way Ava has kept her tone light, as though the words aren’t laced with a backdrop, a story, a deeper meaning.

“It’s silly I know. But I just can’t. I know I’m supposed to. And it smells so good and its taken you a lot of effort to make but I just don’t think I can. Every time I think I might be getting better, that things are going okay, something happens and suddenly I’m not. And I don’t even know what it is this time. I’m sorry.”

She’d opened up. Just like everyone had told her she needed to do. What Dr Richardson had been on about, what Ava had so gently and patiently tried to get her to see. But where does it get her? Just to a place where immense guilt builds up. Where nothing makes sense because she knows all this is wrong and she’s supposed to be getting better. This isn’t supposed to be happening anymore.

Ava’s expression softens. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t need to be sorry.”

“I just— it’s not fair to you and it’s so frustrating!” Sarah cries out, running her hands through her hair, looking away from Ava. “You went to all this effort and I’ve ruined it. And then tomorrow we’ve got work and I’ve messed up what little time we get together.”

By this point Sarah’s eyes are prickling with tears and she just feels so trapped.

“You haven’t messed anything up,” Ava tells her girlfriend patiently, moving around the table and kneeling next to her, taking a hand in both of her own.

“Healing is not linear, but it’s always moving forward. Think about how far you’ve come. And those ‘set backs?’ They’re what make you that much stronger, that much braver. For trying every day.”

“But what if it’s not enough?” Asks Sarah, deathly quiet, doubt niggling away at her.

“It’s enough for me to know that you are here and you are trying. Even right now, here. You are moving forward. And it may not seem that way to you, but I can see it, Sarah.” She stands, holding her close, letting Sarah lean against her.

Ava is so close she can feel the beat of her heart, its steady rhythm a comfort to Sarah, letting her know Ava is there. And Sarah doesn’t understand what she did to get so lucky.

“Come on now, I’ll tidy up. Why don’t you go and pick a movie and then we can try again in a little bit?”

“Okay,” Sarah nods, a little unsteady. She knows she’ll have to face this again later. But maybe, with Ava there, things stand a chance at being a little better. Not completely, because she knows she has a long way to go. That this isn’t something to be fixed overnight, or in one conversation, as much as they both would like it to work out that way.

It will take time.

But Ava is there.

[fighterkimburgess]

You deserve all the followers you have your posts are amazing, congratulations, I am so proud of you <3

Aw thank you Chia! This is so lovely to get!!

[page-doctor-bekker]

1 6 7 for the ask me anything

Thank you for the ask !!

1 - Nickname

I've had a few nicknames over the years! Sour, Teeth, and Snail are all based off old Minecraft usernames and mostly the only people that call me those are people I know solely through Minecraft. Graye is a nickname in of itself, it's short for my legal name and sort of a play off of my birth name, which I personally don't have hard feelings to.

6 - Any pets?

Yup! Two dogs, three cats, a snake, 100+ snails and I love them all very much. Except two of the cats are mean. But that's okay they're cats sometimes cats are mean.

7 - Favorite color?

Answered already but the gist of it is that I don't really have a favorite color and I don't even really understand how to have a favorite color, but my hair is dark blue and I tend to wear earth and jewel tones.

[i-like-sparkly-things]

For the assumptions game - your really good at make up. Oh and you can play the ukulele

Thanks for the ask Buttt nope!!! 😂😂😂 Sorry

I don't wear makeup like.... AT ALL The only thing close to make up I have... Is lipstick if that's considered makeup😂

And I can't play the ukulele or any instrument 😭😅

[erinlindsayy]

The fact that Connor canonically calls Ava ‘Avey’ I’m..,, 

[punksarahreese]

IG!AU | avey.bekker

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[m00nflowerx]

also it was only one (1) shitty person

[m00nflowerx]

do i ship rhekker? nop

did i cry watching this? hell yes

Hey, guys! Here another rhekker video that took me weeks to decide to do it and i know i’m late for the “let’s do a sad video with Ava’s death” but the truth is that I didn’t plan to make a video with the last episode, in fact, I was ignoring the last episode completely, but I remembered this song and couldn’t stop thinking about this stupid idea, so i decide to do it bc CM gave Ava a shitty death (as if it wasn’t enough to give her a shitty plot during season 4, they also decided to ruin her even more with a completely wrong and offensive death), morons! Whatever, CM kill Ava in the end so i decide to make her death a little bit more “pretty” and i say -“pretty”- bc in the end she is dead so it’s not pretty at all.

Tho, it’s kinda better bc in CM they just killed her and her character end up as a murderous psycho woman. No a pretty scene at the end with a funeral, or someone remembering all the positive things and missing her. So, this is my version of Ava’s death. I completely ignore the suicide scene, and let’s just pretend that she died for an accident… and in the end Connor would miss her, and remember everything good he lived with the woman he loves, a brilliant surgeon, intelligent (innocent of everything), not crazy, not murderous… Denial who? tho, I don’t call it denial, I called it: No-thanks to the inconsistent shit of MED

- forgive the book that i write. Also: The video is shitty, like is not my best video, but i really didn’t want to do it, is like just tons of scenes together LOL!

[flyingpotstickers]

🤒 Needing to be looked after & reesker :)

Sarah wasn’t used to being looked after, being cared for. It was oftentimes a little more than just a little overwhelming. Sure, she could watch after people - children and adults alike - with no problem, but letting someone look after her? Letting someone in enough to say ‘This hurts’? It seemed impossible.

Until she met Ava.

Ava Bekker challenged Sarah in ways she wasn’t sure she was entirely comfortable with. Sarah Reese, as we have established, was not used to feeling loved. But Ava came in, swooping in really with her cute little salute and promises of we’ll talk later. And then Ava stayed.

Ava stayed and that made the difference --- all of the difference in the world, really.

She had stayed this long, and all but convinced Sarah she would stay longer, when Sarah got sick --- actually called out of work because she couldn’t risk contaminating anyone. Sarah never called out of work.

Ava showed up not even twelve minutes later with soup and a can-she-fix-it? attitude. “Hey, lovey.”  Ava practically cooed out as she took a good look at her friend. “How are you feeling?” It was an unnecessary question, because Sarah looked like crap, but. Ava still asked because she cared.

It made Sarah halfway delirious with the desire to kiss her.

Where did that come from? Sarah cleared her throat.

“Been better,” she rasped out at last.

“I know, darling. I’m sorry.” Ava murmured, soft as she walked into Sarah’s house with no qualms about if she’d been invited. “My aunt has sworn by this soup for decades, so I wanted to bring you some.” she said gently.

“I don’t wanna get you sick, Avey.” Sarah whined, sneezing into her elbow.

“I’m a doctor.” Ava reminded with a smile. “Let me be a doctor.”

“Okay.” Sarah was too tired to be arguing. So she didn’t even try. “What kind of soup?”

[pushupcontest]

The argument

part 2/3

*During surgery*

Ava: Dr Rhodes, could you pass me the artery forceps?

Connor: You should not be using that Dr. Avey Bekker. 

Ava: Connor, do not call me that. And using the artery forceps is the right choice for MY surgery. 

Anaesthesiologist: Keep your personal drama out of the OR. You guys are professional surgeons so act professional. 

Ava: She’s right Dr. Rhodes, be professional. 

Connor: I am professional, more professional than you are considering I’ve never slept with your mother.

Ava: Ahem, can we focus on MY patient now please? 

Connor: You’d think you’d try to be a little nicer considering everyone in the hospital thinks you’re an arrogant bitch.

Scrub nurses: *gasp* 

Anaesthesiologist: Connor, don’t project your opinion of her onto everyone else. I know for a fact most people, including myself, don't feel that way.

Ava: Thank you, Susan. Now, Dr. Rhodes, would you like to continue MY surgery? If not, would you please step out of MY OR and page Dr. Latham. Thank you!

*In the doctor’s lounge after surgery*

Susan: *walks in and sees Ava on the ground crying softly* Dr. Bekker? What’s wrong?

Ava: *looks up and tries to wipe away her tears* Nothing, I was just um… wondering… if what Connor said was true? Does everyone really hate me?

Susan: Oh Dr. Bekker of course not, don’t be ridiculous. Dr. Rhodes was just trying to hurt you. He’s too involved in whatever highschool drama you two have got going on.

Ava: I don't get why he wants to hurt me so badly…

Susan: If I’m being honest, I just think that he is jealous of your surgical prowess.

Ava: Thank you Susan.

Connor: *enters* Are you ready to have an adult conversation now, Ava?

Susan: Well, I’ll leave you two alone. 

Ava: Thank you Susan. Connor, I’m really not in the mood for this. Can you just leave me alone? 

Connor: What the hell is wrong with you Ava? I wanted to have a professional conversation with you to apologize but instead you refuse to listen to me. 

Ava: *mumbling* I don't think I’m the unprofessional one here.  Connor: I don’t know why I even bothered trying to talk to you. *storms off*

[fighterkimburgess]

Ava Bakker for the character game <3

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life  hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff best quality: Her assertiveness. She makes sure she does what she and her patients need. worst quality: Whatever the fuck the writers did to her in s4 and 5. Sorry not sorry. ship them with: I don't really have a ship for her? Like I can SEE Reesker, but also nah? Like I can see how it works but it's not my thing. brotp them with: Connor. Their platonic rivalry was the best and I miss it and hate that it went romantic. needs to stay away from: ...insulin? Nah, seriously Connor romantically misc. thoughts: I'M STILL SO BITTER ABOUT S4 AND HOW SHE DIED AVA DESERVED BETTER AND I WILL FOREVER YELL ABOUT IT. Ugh I just miss her!

[crockettmarcel]

ava bekker for the character asks :)

Why I like them

she's sarcastic and funny and doesn't take anyone's shit. she knows exactly what she wants and she's not afraid to go for it (also she's sexy)

Why I don’t

dated connor 😔

Favorite episode (scene if movie)

lock it down,, helping ethan perform surgery over face time AND looking good doing it? connor could never

Favorite season/movie

season 3. just like w crockett, they ruined her character for her second season (at least crockett's still alive tho)

Favorite line

"Jeter, huh. You- you're a baseball fan?"

"No, it's too boring. But I love gossip."

Favorite outfit

i don't have a good picture of it but her pirate outfit for nat and will's engagement party. love the gay little hat

OTP

reesker my beloved

Brotp

rhekker!! specifically the mean lesbian x gay himbo dynamic they had in season 3

Head Canon

she lives in the same building as severide and crockett and they're all friends <3 (this is one of my favourite hcs that i've never talked about but if you look at the layout and style of their apartments (not their own style, but the style of the building/s) they're all similar enough that they could probably be the same building !)

Unpopular opinion

ava was right to kill cornelius, and honestly i'm surprised he made it that long without being murdered lmao

A wish

i wish she'd had friends outside of CT :/ that scene with her and nat in this is now was such a good insight into what could have been

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen

it would be terrible if she were to die! luckily, she escaped med and is living in a small town somewhere in utah. or maybe wyoming. colorado? who knows

5 words to best describe them

funny, genius, anxious, perfectionist, lesbian

My nickname for them

avey/miss bekker

[erinlindsayy]

strangers again || rhekker

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ . ┊  Just like that, they’re strangers again.

➺  warnings: infidelity, connor is an ass, ava also has issues, will i ever let them be happy????

✧   a/n: uh oh sasha is writing angst... also??? sorry for always making connor sort of morally corrupt i am so sorry he’s just fun to damage like that OOPS

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Isn't it strange How people can change From strangers to friends

Ava hadn’t exactly had the luxury of starting off on Connor’s good side. Maybe she’d caught him on a bad day, and maybe that was just who he was, but either way: Connor did not like her.

One bit.

And yet, she couldn’t seem to pull away from him. He fascinated her--she wanted to know more about him. What made him tick? Why was he so standoffish towards her?

But slowly--slowly, they’d made peace. Their bickering became productive, glares began to linger and soften, playful bumps in the hallway turned into contact that was just a little too close, a little too long, a little more than a platonic gesture.

He’d asked her out--a fancy restaurant, nonetheless, and she couldn’t resist his devilishly charming smile.

After all, what harm could one evening out do?

Friends into lovers

“CONNOR,” she yelps, playfully smacking his shoulder as he lifts her up with ease. “Put me down, or I swear I’ll sue you for..,,, malfeasance!”

Connor laughs in retaliation.

“Avey, you and I both know I’d win the case. Good lawyers, remember?”

Ava scoffs.

“As if I couldn’t afford a good one on my own, cowboy. I could--”

He cuts her off, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

“You’re cute when you’re indignant, you know that--right?”

Ava rolls her eyes. She’s often somewhat disgruntled, so she’s secretly pleased to know that someone finds her antics endearing. It’s been too long since someone genuinely confessed that they were attracted to her--flaws and all, and she’s relishing in what it’s like to be loved, apologetically and unequivocally.

“I love you,” she whispers, breath soft against his neck as she buries her face close. She’s been unable to find the courage to say the words, sticky barbs catching in the back of her throat.

“Did the great Ava Bekker, cardiothoracic surgeon extraordinaire, just admit... FEELINGS?”

“I’ll take them back,” she growls, smacking him in the shoulder yet again.

“You like hitting me, don’t you,” he laughs. “Should I be into that?”

Ava glares at him.

“Teasing,” he murmurs, moving to press a kiss against her forehead. “For what it’s worth--I love you too.”

Two years later, the two are happily married.  They argue like an old married couple, bantering and bickering, but everyone just sighs at the two of them, constantly commenting on how the two are ‘made for one another.’

And it’s true--they really are.

But the problem with fairy tale endings is that nothing stays perfect forever--not even lovers seemingly meant to be. Life--and reality--have a funny way of poking holes into all that is good.

And strangers again?

“You’re hurting me,” Ava whispers, voice breaking as she chokes the words out. “I don’t even know who you are anymore, Connor.”

Connor sighs.

“It’s still me, Avey. Still Connor.”

Ava shakes her head.

“No. You’ve changed. I just don’t know why I didn’t see it sooner.”

Connor is mad at this point.

“Like you haven’t?” He exclaims, voice rising as his face flushes. “You’re paranoid, Ava. Constantly asking me where I am, telling me to share my location with you, asking me what I’m doing and who I’m with? How am I supposed to cope with that?”

“BECAUSE I FOUND YOU, IN OUR BED, WITH ANOTHER WOMAN, CONNOR. How am I supposed to trust you? How am I supposed to live with that? I married you because you were the love of my life. I wanted you. I didn’t need anyone else, because I had you. But clearly--and I should have known--I wasn’t enough for you. So yeah, Connor. I’m paranoid. I’m paranoid because I’m hurt, because you promised that the first time was a drunken mistake with a girl who looked like me, and that you were emotionally vulnerable after a traumatic surgery, and I gave you the benefit of the doubt. Well, guess what, Connor! The benefit ran out. You blew it.” The past tense of ‘were’ instead of ‘are’ does not go unnoticed to Connor. How had he let himself turn into the very thing he swore he’d never become? Like father, like son, he thinks to himself, mind whirling as he looks over beside him at the crumpled, weary, teary-eyed girl next to him.

“We can’t go on like this,” she whispers. “I can’t keep breaking my heart, day in and day out. I can’t do this. I just--”

She breaks down, dissolving into tears.

She’s gone a week later.

It’s only after she leaves that she learns she’s pregnant.

[punksarahreese]

Annika Bekker

I don’t think being soft is a bad thing, but I’m sure as hell not going to let people step on me for it