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rising-above-stars · 15 days ago
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I'm going to fucking scream
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revenant-dumpster-fire · 5 months ago
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I was wondering, since Rev has Six and the other prowlers he takes care of, what would he think of a Legend S/o who takes care of Prowlers, Spiders and Flyers for the games? Like they own some and they usually go to World’s Edge, Kings Canyon and Storm Point before they are in Rotation to check on the animals and they all really really like s/o when they drop by.
Okay I sort of took the vibes of this and absolutely ran with it. This is basically a plot point skeleton for a first book in a multi-book fanfiction at this point:
You never noticed Revenant between games before, as Bloodhound was always more your pace with a commonality in caring for beasts, until one day you were running behind.
The Flyers were upset that day, as were the Spiders. You ended up having to spend way more time to feed both, and you didn't even get a chance to get close to them in order to check their condition.
By the time you reached the Prowlers, you understood why.
Nothing quite like a 6'7" tall metal maniac holding a young, injured dinosaur like a beloved puppy to get you to pay attention.
He was not pleased to see you.
He was immediately accusatory: why weren't you there sooner? Something about how bad this could have been, and how he can't stand the use of prowlers as fodder for entertainment, and that they deserve care or to be let go.
Oddly enough, you agree with the oversized villain character of the Apex Games.
You interrupt him to ask what exactly is wrong, since it needs to be addressed immediately.
"Blood scale" is no sooner uttered than you jumping over the prowler in his arms to try to find the lethal bleed.
He shoves you away, and you hear him say it.
"I took care of it, skinbag."
He... he did?
He flicks a bloody, hollow scale in your direction. Most of the blood has drained, but it clearly was a blood scale.
You spent eight years in school to become a veterinarian with a focus on neozoology and exotic animals, became a specialist in some of the most dangerous fauna on this side of the Outlands, and pushed the present understanding of medical knowledge on these species youself just for some simulacrum at work to "take care of it" himself.
He reels back a bit as you stare at him, letting the prowler leap from his arms while panting happily, letting it's tongue loll out.
After that encounter, Revenant could not escape your notice, much to his annoyance for a few months.
You would seek him out to present questions about prowlers aloud near him, much like you would with Caustic for the spiders. Like Caustic, Revenant would often sigh loudly in frustration while answering the complex question like it was elementary knowledge.
He became an invaluable resource.
Caustic never came around to liking you, but Revenant got used to you.
Finally, Revenant would start "appearing" when you would make your usual rounds to the battlefields' prowler dens.
You are surprised to find that Revenant's presence does not upset the prowlers, but rather calms them down.
He started by just watching you take care of the prowlers: taking blood labs, treating small injuries, providing meat fortified with necessary vitamins and minerals, administering basic medicines to the sick, and tagging newborns for tracking.
Then you tried checking on a prowler with a broken leg, which would usually call for careful euthanasia due to how dangerous it can be if the prowler lashes out in pain.
You thought you could help, but trying to set the leg proved too painful.
The bite would have killed you instantly, if it reached you.
Revenant took the bite with his own body, holding the snout in place around his leg to give you time to set the break, splint it, and hard cast it.
He began stepping in to help you after that, and it became an unacknowledged standard for you to give the prowlers better and more in-depth care in exchange for his invulnerablility, knowledge, and strength.
It started to become the best part of your job.
You began getting to the prowlers first, and spending a bit longer with them.
Eventually, he started following you to take care of the flyers and spiders too, although he clearly was a bit more out of his depth in those situations.
He was able to adjust to the flyers fairly easily, but the spiders and him seem to have a respectful hatred of one another.
The spider eggs are no problem for him, and even freshly hatched spiders do not affect him much; but the massive, drop-ship sized adults are a different story.
Given their venom is caustic and turns his body to a rusting, oxidizing mess: fair enough. You agree with him, but moreso because of the fangs that are almost as tall and wide as you.
Thankfully, so long as they're well-fed and it's the daytime, they don't have much interest in you.
Revenant, however...
If the spiders become aware of Revenant, they will either threat pose at him until he backs away or gently approach him to reach for him.
He's not fond of the latter behavior, likely because he's not fond of having younger, smaller males trying to attach a spawning web to him.
It's funny, to watch his smaller frame hiding in a crevasse from a massive spider who has mistaken him for a possible mate.
Revenant rapidly became the prettiest (and most docile) bachelorette at the ball, likely on account of not killing and eating the males like the females normally would.
At the same time, he plays the hardest to get, leaving you snickering back at the dropship to handle paperwork.
He hates it, obviously, but he sticks around anyway.
Finally, one time a male managed to attach a ball of spawning silk to him, and that was the first time you got to help Revenant back.
Back at the facility, after a very uncomfortable and sticky ride back from Storm Point, you were able to carefully use acetone and a paint scraper to get the webbing off of him.
Revenant was about as cooperative as the prowlers, growling and complaining with each long scrape.
Some of his paint comes off with the webbing, but he doesn't seem to care so long as his evidence of being the target of a male spider's love and affection is gone.
You promise in the privacy of his living space that you won't tell anyone about it, and thank him for always being around to help you
He immediately shoots down your thanks verbally, insisting it means nothing to him
"As long as the prowlers are taken care of, I don't give a damn"
He mumbles about wishing they weren't a part of the Apex Games, right as you scrape off the last clump of webbing
He tries to get up to leave, but you stop him to wipe him down with acetone, just to be sure the adhesive slime isn't lingering.
He's sticky beyond compare, and the acetone-soaked rag strips off paint with the adhesive.
You have to carefully hit every crevasse to clean, which rapidly reveals he's...
Ticklish?
As the paint is stripped from the metal plating, Revenant contorts, jerks, huffs, and gasps randomly as you gently rub the rims and edges of his chassis.
He's clearly embarrassed and uncomfortable, causing you to instinctively apologize while insistently cleaning him.
He reminds you of most of your patients: large, able to kill you in a single motion, and yet vulnerable in some way.
And that's when you got fully attached to sticking close to him.
He invited you to sleep on his couch for the first time, especially as long as it took to finish cleaning him.
You insisted you "couldn't" because you needed to stay up until he was fully taken care of, which included repainting the stripped areas.
Honestly, you were completely exhausted and not all there at that point, but he let you help him repaint his chassis.
Between the paint fumes, sleep deprivation, and exhaustion, you passed out in his room.
After that night, Revenant wouldn't stop sticking to your side. You caught his attention, and you weren't getting away from him.
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sarahowritesostucky · 6 months ago
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📖 "Medically Necessitated" Ch 4
Rated: Explicit Pairing: Bucky x Steve Tags: a/b/o, age gap, past rape, rape recovery, trauma recovery, pregnancy, medical trauma, hurt/comfort, mentions of CSA, religious fundamentalism, first time, gender dysphoria, male omegas are intersex (peen & vagine) Summary: After a medical emergency brings him into the ER, Bucky escapes the religious cult he's been raised in. It's up to Steve, nurse practitioner and omega sex & repro specialist, to see him through a medically supervised heat.
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Wait! I haven't read an earlier chapter! Story masterlist
4. Bucky, cont'd
As things progress in the heat suite, Steve has to make the call on whether or not to reciprocate the bite.
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The kid gets lethargic rapidly after his first orgasm. Steve’s still kneeling back on his heels when he asks Bucky what he wants to do next, but the omega’s eyes are drooping, his body lax in the sheets and his own slick and cum still smeared on him. The sight of it makes Steve curl his hands into fists, ignoring the urge to gather up all that release and rub it into his own skin. “Buck?” he asks again. “You tired, honey?”
Bucky hums and nods. He gives a big yawn. “Mm’sorry,” he mumbles.
Steve smiles softly. “That’s okay.” It’s not unusual for omegas in estrus to feel exhausted after orgasm. Usually it’s seen more in younger patients, but given that Bucky’s had almost no experience with his body’s natural cycles up until now, Steve wouldn’t be surprised if even a non-penetrative orgasm had the kid falling asleep. “You take a rest,” he says kindly, reaching for one of the blankets and pulling it over Bucky’s body. “I’ll be right here taking care of you when you wake up, okay?”
Bucky’s eyes are closed. He turns his head to the side, nuzzling further into the nesting materials near his face. “Mmkay,” he murmurs. Within seconds, Steve can tell he’s asleep.
Steve checks the time and sees that it’s only midnight. They should probably both get some rest before things progress. He sighs and gets out of the bed, goes over to the suite’s door and takes the tablet down from its mount on the wall. He sits on Bucky’s abandoned hospital bed and spends a few moments logging in notes about what’s happened so far.
They always use the tablets instead of clipboards in the heat suites. That way nobody has to enter or leave the room to get detailed information about what’s going on, needed items, changes in care plans, etcetera. The less Steve has to leave Bucky’s side during this whole process, the better.
He hits the send button and waits a few moments to see if Banner or the nurses send him any feedback. Banner just responds with a thumbs up emoji, which lets Steve know that he’s probably free to fall asleep with Bucky for a bit. Setting the tablet back in its mount, he returns to the bed and looks down at Bucky. The boy’s face is peaceful in sleep, none of the usual stress or shame coloring his features.
And he’s beautiful. Steve almost feels bad about appreciating him that way. His patients are usually older. Bucky is only eighteen, and Steve thirty as of last July. But he knows from his training that it’s only natural for an alpha like him to be attracted to a young, fertile omega. Hell, Bucky’s probably nearing the peak years of his reproductive life.
Steve bites his lip and wonders sadly if Bucky will ever want to have kids. He might not. The things he’s been taught in the cult probably steer harshly away from a male ever carrying a pregnancy. The thought of the sweet boy before him never getting to experience that, never getting to make a baby with his perfect body, nearly pains Steve. His trauma aside, Bucky is just absolutely lovely. He’s covered to his chest by the blanket now, but Steve can easily picture what’s covered; his thick thighs and hips, the little curve of his belly, his glistening cunt ... Steve wants to get him pregnant so badly. He can feel his mouth water as he pictures what Bucky would look like, heavy and swollen with his pups ...
And that is definitely an emotional reaction that is coming from the bond. Steve blows air out through his teeth, rolling his eyes at himself. “Come on, Rogers,” he grumbles, reaching up to touch experimentally at his just-pierced gland. It’s sore where Bucky bit him, and touching the spot with a light press makes a pleasured shiver run down Steve's spine. He sighs as he thinks about how he’ll have to take a few days off to detox from this.
He’s done it before. It honestly sucks, like an odd version of a really bad hangover. The first couple of times he went through it, Steve'd checked into the hospital’s rehab ward and allowed the staff to pump him full of drugs designed to ease the symptoms. But since those first few bonds, he’s always just detoxed on the couch at home with a prescription of Ativan, his bathrobe, and lots of ice cream.
Bucky’s glands are so swollen that they’re actually visible to the naked eye. Right near the base of his neck, just before the curve into his shoulder, there are puffy spots, pink and slightly elevated, that mark where Steve should bite. And lord does he ever want to. It’s just a hormonal urge though. He knows that. Just like he knows that he won’t be biting Bucky in return unless the boy begs for it—and even then, Steve’ll have to seriously weigh the pros and cons first. Of the seven people he’s ever been bitten by, he’s only bitten two of them back. It’s a medical conundrum really, because in the midst of a heat it’s definitely a useful therapeutic tool. But Steve isn’t in a relationship with these people, they’re his patients. And if he reciprocates a bite, then they wind up going through the withdrawal symptoms as well, once they’re discharged from the hospital
In the bed, Bucky sniffles and shifts, rolling onto his side and hugging the pillows closest to him in against his chest. Steve’s heart warms at the sight. It’s fucking adorable. He climbs back into the nest and pulls the blankets over both of them, spooning Bucky from behind. It’s late, after midnight. Steve’s been on shift for fourteen hours at this point, which isn’t too bad, but he’s dead tired from the emotional rollercoaster of the last hour and a half. Some sleep will be good for him. He closes his eyes and wraps an arm over Bucky’s waist, holding him close. The touch makes Bucky hum and wiggle back against him, but he doesn’t wake.
Putting his face against the fragrant skin at the nape of Bucky’s neck, Steve breathes in deeply and lets himself fall asleep to the scent of heat-ripe omega.
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When he wakes next, it’s because Bucky is pushing on his arm to shake him. “Steve? Wake up.”
He opens his eyes with a snuffled sound and a half-formed, “Wha?” Just from the way he feels, he knows he must’ve slept for quite a bit. He blinks as he wakes fully, taking Bucky in.
The omega is sitting up in the bed, legs crossed, a blanket pulled around him. His heat scent has ramped back up a bit, but he seems lucid enough. His eyes are flicking nervously between Steve and the door that goes out to the hallway. “Somebody was calling your name. On the speaker. They want you to go out there.”
Steve grunts and pushes himself up to sitting. Jesus, he feels rested. “What time is it?” he asks, glancing at the wall clock: 
8:15
He blinks at it disbelievingly. Then he looks at Bucky. “How long have you been awake?” he asks, surprised that the omega could’ve slept that long without reaching another peak in his cycle.
The kid shrugs. “Like half an hour.” He bites his lip and looks Steve over, eyes catching on the wound on his neck. “I hurt you.”
“No you didn’t. It’s fine.” Steve can see him getting ready to be upset about it, so he pets his knee reassuringly. “Really, Honey. It’s a natural instinct. I’m glad you felt safe enough to do that with me.”
Bucky flushes and looks away, but he seems more pleased than embarrassed, which is a good sign of progress. Steve leans over and pecks a quick kiss to his cheek, then gets up and goes to grab one of the bathrobes off the back of the bathroom door. He shrugs it on. It’s plush, white terry cloth. Steve always feels stupid when he has to step out of a suite in one. He slides into some slippers too. The hospital has a strict socks or slippers policy, and he knows he’ll get chewed out by one of the nurses if they catch him bare-footing it in the hallway. “I gotta go out there and talk to the doctor,” he tells Bucky, as he’s tying the robe at the waist. “I won’t be gone long. Five minutes, definitely less than ten. Okay?”
Bucky’s forehead wrinkles in displeasure but he nods, pulling his blanket tighter about himself. “Yeah,” he says. “Okay. I’ll be fine.”
Steve rumbles low in his chest and Voices to reassure him. “Good boy. Fix the nest up while I’m gone. Make it nice for us.”
Bucky practically preens from the praise and from the request. He immediately starts focusing on the now-mussed blankets and pillows all over the bed, moving them around in ways that mean nothing to Steve, but clearly make sense to him. Steve smiles, knowing that having a task to complete for his Alpha will help keep Bucky calm while Steve steps out of the room.
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There’s nobody in the hallway outside, but Steve finds Banner, Sam and Clint gathered over at the nurse’s station. He raises an eyebrow at the three of them all huddled together. “Throwing a party without me?” he jokes.
Banner waves his clipboard in the air. “Team meeting for your patient.”
“Aha.”
“How’s he doing?”
Steve steps closer, not missing Sam’s amused look at what he’s wearing. “Good, considering. He’s peaked once and we got almost eight hours of sleep in.”
“Wow,” Banner says, blinking behind his glasses. “That’s excellent.”
Steve nods. “Why’d you call me out here?”
Banner indicates Sam, and Sam points at Steve’s neck. “We saw that. Wanted to talk about whether it might be a good idea for you to reciprocate.”
Steve tenses at the suggestion. “... I dunno,” he says warily. “I don’t like the idea of him having to detox, after. The stress on his system could hinder his recovery.”
“We’ll send him home with a kit,” Bruce says.
“I thought that was still just a pilot program.”
Sam shakes his head. “Admin gave approval last week. They’re policy now.”
“So he’ll get two weeks’ worth of your pheromonal solution,” Bruce tells him. “In decreasing concentrations. Plus some Ativan if he needs it. He can wean off with hardly any symptoms.”
Steve sighs and nods. He wishes it could be so easy for him. But they can’t exactly go harvesting patients’ biological material for staff use. The hospital’s ethics committee would have a field day. “Sam?” he checks. “You think it’s a good idea?”
Sam nods. “If he consents, then yeah. He’s got so many ugly thoughts running around in his head. He needs to quiet them down. Short term at least, the security of that bond’ll really help him feel his instincts better, help improve his mental state.”
Steve nods, remembering all the times he’s seen and scented Bucky’s negative reactions to this heat so far. “He’s got so much shame about it all,” he mourns. “He’s gonna need ongoing therapy.”
“Already got him scheduled for twice a week once he’s with DCFS,” Clint says. “Fosters are good about making sure they show up for their appointments.”
“Right," Steve mutters. It's hard not to wince at the thought of Bucky in a foster home, even though logically he knew that’s what would happen. Omegas don't reach legal majority until nineteen. It occurs to Steve to wonder when the kid's birthday is, and what will become of him once he ages out of the system. "Wish he could've gotten a few more sessions in with you before all this hit the fan," he tells Clint.
“You and me both. Normally we would’ve tried to delay his cycle until he did, but he’s been suppressed for so long, and with the shape he showed up in …” Clint shakes his head sadly. “It wasn’t ever going to be an option for him. Not safe.”
Banner murmurs a sound of agreement and asks Steve how Bucky handled his first peak. “Peak” is just polite hospital speak for orgasm. Omegas’ cycles are a series of peaks and dips. Rest and then fuck, repeat. Steve tells Banner, “He did fine. Some distress after, but I calmed him down easily enough. Scent application seems to be working better than I’d hoped.”
“Any penetrative intercourse yet? Tying?”
Steve shakes his head. He can see Clint looking away and coloring a bit at their frank and open discussion of such private topics, but Steve’s been a licensed support for going on eight years now. He’s more than used to it. “No,” he says. Given that the first and only time Bucky's experienced being knotted was when he was being gang raped, Steve knows he has to tread with extreme caution. “I don’t know if we’ll get there. I have to talk it through with him first.”
Bruce nods, eyes fixed on the clipboard as he makes a few notes. “If you don’t, he’ll need an artificial seeding at least once.”
Steve cringes internally. “We’ll see,” he says, not wanting to argue with the man who is now Bucky’s attending. But no way is Steve letting that happen. Bucky can barely handle being an omega in heat at all, let alone with a glorified fucking machine put into the picture. “Let me talk to him. I’ll let you know.”
“Sure.”
He thinks about his interactions with Bucky so far, imagines how full on sex would go over with the omega. They now know that Bucky's assault happened a little over a week before he presented in the E.R., raging with infection, but that's still not a lot of time. Two and a half, three weeks, max. He’s bound to have multiple triggers fresh in his mind. Steve wishes he knew more details about what went down, so that he could avoid upsetting him. “Um, Clint?” Clint looks over. “Did he give you any clues as to how exactly the assault took place?”
Clint’s eyebrows raise. “What?”
Steve shifts uncomfortably. “I just want to know what might be sensitive territory with him. For when I go back in there.” He gives the other man a meaningful look and sees the moment when Clint gets it.
“Patient confidentiality,” he says, looking pained. “Steve. I can’t tell you what he said in our session.”
“Oh come on,” Steve huffs. “I’m not asking for details. I just … Well what would you suggest I not do, huh? Can you at least tell me that?”
Clint hesitates a second longer, but eventually says quietly, “Don’t restrict his breathing in any way. And … maybe not to his face. That might be hard for him.”
Steve’s heart crumples in with another painful dent. So Bucky had been raped to his face. He’d had to look at the faces of the monsters who did this to him. It makes Steve furious and sad all at the same time. He nods tightly and turns to head back to the suite. “Okay. Got it.”
“Do you want your breakfast?!” Sam calls out when Steve’s way down the hall. “Sharon req'd bacon and eggs!”
“Fuck no!” Steve calls back without turning around. “He needs carbs! French toast and pancakes!”
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Bucky is lying prone in the middle of the nest when Steve gets back. He’s masturbating, eyes closed and fingers up his cunt, the other hand working away at his soft little prick, tugging the foreskin over the head in fitful little jerks. He squeaks and stops abruptly once he hears the sound of the room’s door opening and closing, but he locks eyes with Steve and knows that he’s been seen.
Steve gives him an easy smile to show that it’s no big deal. “Don’t mind me,” he says, heading for the fridge. He gets himself a bottle of water and twists the cap off, chugs half of it with his back to the bed before looking over his shoulder. Bucky has sat up and he's got a blanket pulled over his shoulders to conceal his nudity. His attention is fixed on Steve. “You want any snacks?” Steve asks. “They’re bringing breakfast in a bit. Pancakes and French toast.”
Bucky blinks at him for a long moment; long enough that Steve suspects his thoughts are getting muddled, his cycle ramping up again. A hazed, “I like pancakes,” is what comes out of his mouth. “But ... m'not hungry.”
Steve smiles softly. “Okay. Then we’ll wait.” He goes over to the bed and crawls back into the nest that Bucky’s remade. He sits there, a foot away from the omega but keeping his hands to himself for the moment. He’s still got the bathrobe on, and it pulls against his thighs when he sits cross-legged. “Sometimes when you’re in heat, you won’t feel like eating,” he tells him. “But you’ve gotta keep your energy up. That’s why it’s good to have someone looking after you, during. Even if they’re not there to be intimate.”
Bucky flushes and averts his eyes. “Yeah. Right.” He fiddles with the edge of the blanket that he’s using to cover himself, his lips parting as he starts to breathe heavier from his mounting arousal. It’s growing stronger, thickening in the air. “Um, Steve?” He hesitates. “I think I … Can we, um …”
Steve reaches out and palms the side of his face. “It’s okay. What is it, Honey? You feeling hot again?”
Bucky nods, his eyelids lowering and face pressing into Steve’s palm. His skin is hot to the touch. He’s rocking slightly in place where he sits, an unhappy whine building in his throat. “Fuck,” he whimpers. “This isn’t right.”
Steve’s heart clenches in sadness. “It’s all natural,” he reminds. “It’s gonna be harder this time than any other. Because your body isn’t used to it. After this first time it won’t be so overwhelming for you.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah Sweetheart. I promise.”
Bucky whines again, his eyes squeezing shut as a wave of cramping passes through him.
A second later, and Steve can smell the fresh slick the omega’s just released. Against his own thigh, his dick jerks. He takes a deep breath to calm himself and tries to focus his attention on Bucky, who is keening lowly in distress now and squirming harder than before. “Hey, shh. It’s okay. I know baby, I know.” He strokes his thumb up and down over Bucky’s cheekbone soothingly. “It’ll pass.”
Bucky grunts and grabs Steve’s forearm with both of his hands, and yanks it down to his mouth. He latches on, mouthing over Steve’s inner wrist, scenting him needily while he huffs and moans at the surge of pheromones he gets from his efforts.
Steve curses and shifts, his balls throbbing heavily at being touched like that. “Oh,” he breathes. “That’s, oh. Okay. Fuck. That’s good.”
Bucky’s sucking on the gland in his wrist. All alpha males have them, and Steve’s is already swollen and sensitive in response to Bucky’s heat, in response to the bite Bucky gave him. Steve hasn’t gotten laid in a while, with a patient or otherwise, and he can definitely feel the difference in how strongly his body reacts to Bucky’s mouth on him there.
He cries out sharply as he feels Bucky’s teeth scrape over the spot. Beneath the terrycloth robe, his dick jerks and blurts out precum. “Oh, Honey,” he pants, reaching to pet Bucky’s hair with his free hand. “That’s right, Buck. Does that feel good?” When Bucky hums and sucks hard, Steve nearly loses it again. He has to fight not to grab him by the neck and tackle him backwards into the sheets. “Oh,” he breathes, eyelids fluttering at the intense pleasure. “Okay. Yeah. That’s okay. I want you to do whatever feels right, Honey. Whatever feels good. That’s what Alpha wants.”
Bucky keeps at his wrist for a long time, his whines and moans getting louder and his squirming getting more intense. Steve is alarmed when he sees tears starting to leak from Bucky’s closed eyes: He’s crying. Steve tries to pull his arm back, but Bucky holds fast and Steve has to push against his shoulder to be able to pry himself from the omega’s grasp. Bucky makes a highly displeased noise at this, but Steve shushes him and Voices, “Sit back for a minute. You’re okay. Just breathe. Take a break.”
Bucky sniffles and obeys, his watery eyes blinking with a degree of irritation. He leans forward, reaching for Steve. “Alpha, please—”
“You need more,” Steve says, not leaving room for Bucky to argue. It’s clear that the boy isn’t going to ask to be fucked. Not verbally. That’s okay though. Steve knows. “Take off the blanket, Bucky,” he tells him softly. “Let me see you.”
Bucky whines again, but he lets the blanket fall from around his shoulders, baring his naked body. Steve rumbles in approval. “Good boy. Look how beautiful you are.” He can smell Bucky’s scent spike at the praise, and he smiles. “Here.” Slowly, telegraphing his intentions, he undoes the tie of the robe. He slips it off and throws it outside of the nest. Bucky’s lips part and he rocks in place as his eyes trail over Steve’s body. Steve gives him a few minutes before he makes any more moves. “Okay Sweetheart. You’re getting close to another peak. Can you tell?”
Bucky nods, face pinching plaintively. “Please,” he says. “Help.”
“You need to get filled up,” Steve says. “But you have choices.” His cock is hard and standing up between his legs with an opinion of its own, but he’s careful to speak gently and present this as an option which Bucky can refuse. “I can be inside you, or if you want I can get you an aid; a toy that’ll do the same thing. Either way, we’ll make you feel good.”
Bucky shivers visibly and shakes his head. “No. You,” he whispers, almost too quiet for Steve to hear. “You do it.” His face is flushed and he won’t meet Steve’s eyes.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
Steve breathes in deeply through his nose and lets it out in a long, measured exhale. “Okay. Okay Honey, we can do that.” He stretches over to reach the mounting pillow, and pulls it into the center of the nest.
Bucky eyes it warily, biting his lip. “Will it hurt?” he asks quietly. “When you’re inside me?”
Jesus Christ. Steve’s heart aches again at how sad it is that Bucky is asking that question. “No,” he says, a little bit of a growl to the word because he's thinking of Bucky's rapists, knotting him against his will. “No Buck. It won’t hurt. It’ll feel really good.” He watches the emotions on Bucky’s face carefully, sees the battle playing out in his mind. He’s remembering his rape. “Hey,” Steve says softly. “You can try it, and any time you want to stop, we can. You just say so and I’ll listen. This is all for you, remember? I’m here to make you feel good. Just that.”
Bucky’s eyes flick up meekly. “Okay. I trust you.”
Throat tight with repressed emotion, Steve whispers, “Turn around, Sweetheart. Lie over the wedge.” Bucky listens, laying himself out prone, his front down low and the pillow holding his hips up high in presentation. Steve feels his dick throb at the sight. “Good,” he praises, hands landing on Bucky’s skin and petting. “Perfect. That’s beautiful.”
Bucky’s spine goes liquid when Steve runs one hand over his back and up to his neck, where he squeezes briefly. “Ooh,” he moans. His ass pushes back and up higher. “Steve,”
“Mmhm,” Steve encourages. “Gonna make you feel really good, Honey. You’ll see.” When he allows himself to look down between the omega’s legs, he’s met with the sight of his pink and swollen cunt, slick coating him halfway down his inner thighs. Steve grits his teeth and removes one hand from Bucky’s body to grab the base of his own dick, squeezing harshly to calm himself down. He can already feel his knot pulsing. Carefully, he encourages Bucky to spread his legs further apart. “There you go. Good boy.” He knees up close and guides his cock to the weeping slit of Bucky’s sex. He swipes it up and down through the mess there, wetting himself up.
Bucky whimpers. “Alpha …”
“Shhh.” Steve pushes a little, just enough to part Bucky’s outer lips, just to let him feel him there. “You ready, Sweetheart? Remember: you're in control here. Just tell me when."
Bucky keens and pushes his hips back in lieu of an answer. The head of Steve’s cock slips in, and then his hips stutter forward without thought, burying the rest of himself inside the hot clutch of Bucky’s cunt. “Oh, fuck,” he gasps, hands grabbing Bucky’s hips to hold him still.
Bucky starts sobbing, but before Steve can get alarmed and even consider pulling out, Bucky is pushing and pulling, desperately fucking back on Steve’s cock. “Oh! Steve!”
Steve lies out over him, blanketing him with his body and fucking into him in short, tight thrusts. “It’s okay,” he says into his ear. “You’re okay. This is good. This is for you, Bucky.”
Bucky sobs and squirms hard under his weight, but it’s not a fight to get away. Steve knows what an omega testing his dominance feels like. Bucky seems satisfied when Steve doesn’t budge behind him, and his crying subsides, slowly morphing into soft little moans, "Ah, oh, ohn ..."
“That’s it,” Steve encourages, rolling his hips. "Remember, we can stop whenever you want. Just say stop and I'll pull out." Bucky whines angrily at the suggestion of doing any such thing, and that lets Steve know he's good to continue. He lets his thrusts devolve into deep, dirty grinds, pushing hard against Bucky’s ass like he can get even deeper if he tries. His thighs press against the back of Bucky's, knees keeping him spread and his weight holding him down over the angle of the wedge. “God, Bucky," he groans. "You feel so good.”
Bucky keens and tries to fuck back against him, but they’re already as close as they can be. Steve can feel the pulsing heat of his insides, the slick that’s drenching them both now. “So wet, Honey,” he praises, whispering the words against his neck. “That just feels so good, doesn’t it? S’that what you needed? Just needed Alpha inside, filling you up?”
Bucky blubbers little helpless sounds of agreement, and Steve searches out the swollen gland in his neck. He mouths at it experimentally to see how the omega reacts to being touched there. Bucky cries out loudly and starts to come, his cunt clenching rhythmically around Steve’s cock. “A-Alpha!” That’s the moment when Steve makes the call. He bites lightly against the gland, holding it between his teeth and waiting until he gets a gasped, “Oh, oh, please!” from Bucky, before biting down for real.
The skin is heat-thinned and breaks easily, the gland just beneath the surface bursting fluid onto Steve’s tongue. He groans loudly and humps forward hard. His knot pops, his orgasm triggered by the flood of pheromones into his mouth. It’s so good. For a few seconds all Steve can do is groan and hump and cum.
Bucky keens and pulls, his body locking down in response. He wails at the feeling of Steve’s knot and the fresh bond to his system, tugging and pushing frantically against their tie to make himself feel good. Steve growls and releases from the bite. He rubs his blood-stained lips over Bucky’s shoulder, rumbling low, encouraging things. “That’s it,” he says. “Yes Bucky. Yes. Just like that.”
He fucks the omega through another two orgasms before his knot starts to go down. When he pulls out, Bucky whimpers pitifully at the rush of fluids and loss of pressure. “Shh,” Steve soothes, rubbing his back, the sore spot on his neck. “S’okay. You’re okay.”
It takes a few minutes to get Bucky to calm down enough to get him to stop crying. Safe, kind words murmured into his skin, and Steve’s scent and petting hands help the process along. Finally, he’s able to pull away and get the wedge out from under Bucky. He tosses it off the bed and pulls Bucky into his arms. The omega turns into him and buries his face against Steve’s chest, purring. "I feel it," he whispers, voice full of wonder as he starts to get drowsy again. "Mm, Steve. Can you feel it?"
Steve hold him close and kisses the top of his head. "Yeah, Buck. I feel it."
"I'm glad it was you," he whispers, the words somewhat slurred at the end as he drifts off to an orgasm-induced sleep. "Mmm. Don' ... don' leave."
The intercom beeps and a voice announces that their breakfast has been placed outside the door, but Steve makes no move to get up. Nothing could pull him away from Bucky at this moment, certainly not hospital-grade French toast. He kisses Bucky’s forehead and tells him he's safe and that he can rest. "Get some sleep, Sweet boy," he whispers. "M'not going anywhere."
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sigmafied · 3 years ago
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BSD Characters With An S/O Who Has PTSD
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- characters: sigma, chuuya nakahara, and saigaki jōno
- warnings: mentions of ptsd symptoms (nothing specific but placing this here for those who do not want to interact)
- notes: ty for the request annabelle! i left out tecchou since i only do three characters per headcanon request. also, i tried to keep this pretty broad and not go too specific since i am not a specialist nor have i personally gone through ptsd. i did do some research to help me write this, so i hope this is okay.
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Sigma
- Say you are going through a flashback or you are envisioning events that transpired long ago
- He’ll be confused when he firsts walks in the room, but once he hears what you’re saying he knows something isn’t right
- Tries to ask you to name things you can see or touch to help you through it
- If you experience any harsh or intense emotions in the moment, he’ll most likely leave the room to let you set your own boundaries and to calm his own nerves down
- Because the last thing he wants is for you to get hurt because of him or yourself
- When you’re ready, he’ll slowly enter back in and ask if you’re comfortable with him being there
- If you are, he’ll sit you down and let you take the lead on what to do next, whether that’s to talk about it or to save the story for a better time
- He’ll feel guilty that he can’t get rid of your pain, but he’ll work extremely hard to make you happy and safe
- “I can’t take away the past, but I’m here for you if you need me. You are not alone, dear.”
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Chuuya
- Let’s say you are struggling through a nightmare. You keep twisting and turning on the bed, unable to escape the past events running through your mind
- You jolt up out of the bed, sweat beading down your forehead as you hug your knees tightly
- Chuuya will notice this and ask if he can hold your hand or place a hand on your shoulder
- If you say yes, he’ll gently rub his thumb over your hand or keep his hand on your shoulder for you to hold onto. If you say no, he’ll give you space until you’re comfortable
- Once you’ve gathered your surroundings, you’ve got Chuuya’s undivided attention
- He will listen to you, hold you, talk to you, your wish is his command
- Stays home from work the next day to make sure you are taking care of yourself
- If he needs to leave for work, he’ll call you multiple times throughout the day to make sure you’re okay and are staying safe
- “Baby, whatever you went through was not your fault at all. You are incredibly strong and I am so proud of how far you’ve come.”
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Jouno
- Say you and Jouno are walking or hanging out in public and you notice something peculiar. Something that takes you back to unwanted events
- He’ll ask you if everything’s alright and if you don’t respond, he’ll bring you back home where no one will stare at you
- Encourages you to take things slow and take in deep breaths to control your breathing
- If you decide to open up, he’ll make sure to pay attention to any small details so he can note any potential triggers
- Will hide his temper when he first hears about your past, but on the inside…
- He is furious and filled with so much rage for the person or people who hurt you. He vows that if ever a day comes where he runs into them, he will rain hell on them
- Tries to help you stay connected by planning little activities for the two of you to do like doing puzzles or cooking
- Will take you to see any friends or family you want to contact and anyone who dares to interact with you that makes you uncomfortable, he’s on them like a hawk
- “You are not weak or pathetic. I love you with all my heart, so don’t hesitate to reach out to me, okay?”
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kaeyasstarlight · 4 years ago
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Jealousy Headcannons(Ouran Highschool Host Club x Gender Neutral! Reader)
Request:"Some jealousy headcanons for our ohshc squad 🥰🥰"
A.N: Our Ouran Boys being jealous! I hope you'll like these headcannons and let's begin! :D
Genre:Fluff
Warnings:None :)
Characters: Tamaki Suoh, Haruhi Fujioka, Kyoya Ootori, Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin, Mitsukuni Haninozuka (Honey), Takashi Morinozuka (Mori) :)
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Tamaki Suoh:
I think that he would first not to show that he's jealous
After a while, it wouldn't work anymore
But if he sees that you're uncomfortable he'll just go to you directly
He'll first try to play it as the nice guy
"I'm sorry, they are indeed very pretty/beautiful/handsome, but they're already taken"
If the person still doesn't leave, he's gonna get more mad
"Listen here, I don't want to do a scene so I'll just recommand you to back off from them. If I have to, then I'll gladly do anything to help my s/o"
When the person finally leaves, he asks you if you're okay and you both go back home to cuddle
You'll give him love and affection to show him you love him and that you'll never go away :)
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Haruhi Fujioka:
First she knows you'll never go with someone else and trust you more than anyone
She's not very the jealous type
If she sees that you're uncomfortable when someone is trying to flirt with you she just go directly to the person and tell them straight
"I'm sorry to anounce you that they are already in a relationship with me. So, it would be nice if you could go somewhere else because you're making them uncomfortable and I don't think they want you to continue talking like that to them. Thank you."
If the person still doesn't leave, she'll use the less nicer ways
"Ok now listen, I just told you to go away and you didn't back off, so if you don't want me to call the authorities I'll suggest you to leave. My friend will make a pleasure to call the police officers from his family's police departement to make you back off from them"
She wants your safety and always makes sure you're okay with her
You'll cook her food after and she's grateful to have you in her life :)
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Kyoya Ootori:
I think that if he gets jealous he'll start by glaring at the person
Sometimes just his glare has it's effect but other times not
If the person continues and you start to get uncomfortable he approche them
"Excuse me, this person here is already in stable relationship with me so it would be nice if you could go soemwhere else"
He'll say that will continuing to glare at them
Most of the time it works
If it doesn't he'll use his family buiness to scare them
"You know, my family owes a police departement and I can always call them so if you don't want to get arrested in the next 15 minutes would leave if I were you."
When the person leaves he'll ask you if you're okay
You say yes and reassure him that no one could ever take you away from him :)
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Hikaru Hitachiin:
We know that he as difficulty with his feelings
At first he'll just stare at you and the person and he gets jealous
He'll get kinda insecure
If the person is making you uncomfortable, he'll push away his toughts and go to help you
He'll just go directly to the person and get mad at them
"Listen here! I'm already with them and they love me! So it would be very nice if you could go away and leave them alone!"
Majority of the time it works
If not he'll may take them by the collar and look at them until they leave
When they finally go away you thank him and asks if he's okay
He'll say he's okay and admit his feelings to you
You say you'll never him and that he doesn't have to feel insecure
He gets reassured at your words and he feels now better than he ever did before
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Kaoru Hitachiin:
On the opposite of his brother, Kaoru has more facility expressing his feelings and can be a more social
He'll start just by analysing the situation
He he sees that you are with a friend okay
He'll just wait for you to finish
He he sees that you are just trying to tell them you are already in a relationship and the person goes away, perfect!
But, if he sees you're uncomfortable and can't get out of the situation he'll immediatly go help you
"Hi! Not to interrupt your conversation or anything, but I think they pretty much show you they're not interrested."
If the person doesn't go he'll be a less more polite and will do anything to be sure you're okay
"Ok I didn't want to go there, but looks like I have to. Back of from them beacause you're making them uncorfortable and keep your dirty hands for yourself!"
When the person finally leaves he asks you if you're okay and asks you what you would like to do now
He wants your safety and happiness all the time :)
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Mitsukuni Haninozuka(Honey):
Ok so I think he might not know he's jealous at first
But after a while he notices he starts to feel weird whenever you are with someone else he doesn't really trust
He realizes he's jealous
If he sees that you're comfortable with the person he'll not hesistate to help you
At first, he tries to play it nice
"Hi! They are my s/o so it would be nice if you could try not to flirt with them"
If they don't go away he'll use the bad ways
He'll have a scary glare on his face and will look at them dead in the eyes
"You know, I'm a martial art specialist. If I want to, I could beat you easily. I don't want to be mean today so I would recomend you to back off and leave them alone."
When the person finally goes away he go back to his sweet self
He asks you if you're okay and proposes you to go eat cake :)
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Takashi Morinozuka(Mori):
Ok so first he's not very expressive so wouldn't really show that he's jeaoulous
He would be more quiet than usal and you would have to ask him what's wrong to understand
He tells you how he feels and that he's scared you'll leave him for someone more social
You tell him that you'll never leave and he doesn't have to worry
If it is in a situation where you are uncomfortable he'll without hesitation go help you
Sometimes just his presence makes the person uncomfortable and leaves
If not Mori will glare at them
If it still doesn't work he'll ask them to leave the faster possible
"Excuse, but I will like you to leave them alone, If not, I won't hesiste to make you by force"
When the person is gone you thank him and you can see a smile on his face :)
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bagelbright-tok · 4 years ago
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Aspire To be
Hi honey!! I saw that your request were open and I had an idea. I really liked the imagine about Malcolm Bright and having an aunt. I was wondering if you could do more of that, but maybe this time Malcolm does know her and they actually like each other and maybe she helps him on a case instead or with Martin? If not it’s completely okay, I love your work tho!! Thanks sweets ❤❤
Requested By: @atjafshelby
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A/N: Thank you so much for your support! I really appreciate your comments and request! That aunt fiction is one of my least popular fics. I hardly expected anyone to enjoy it and even be inspired by it! Again, thank you! I decided to do a similar thing I did for that last imagine. This is a one-shot and does not really correlate with any other Prodigal Son episode. Hope you enjoy! Thank you for your patience as well! I apologize if it seems sloppy at the end. I just wanted to get this out for you and tended to get sidetracked. _
Finally getting themselves a line of suspects for this crime, Malcolm realizes he might need more than his own profiling skills. Malcolm also has a person in mind who could help… Gil doesn’t agree with Malcolm’s decision, especially when the profiler’s mind has been altered recently. How could Malcolm Bright not go to the person that inspired him?
Malcolm Bright/Whitly x Aunt!Reader [Platonic]
Word Count: 3289 Warning(s): Mentions of murder, mind fog, insomnia, mentions of trauma, attempted murder, drug abuse, swearing, did not double check anything __
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“Whaddya got kid?” Gil nodded towards Malcolm, hands on hip, and a grin plastered on his already smug face. Gil was already confident in Malcolm’s ability. This would be a piece of cake for the profiler.
Malcolm shook his head. He was confused. This murder took two weeks to have suspects. Even then, they only had four suspects. There was something wrong, though. Malcolm couldn’t get a read on any of them. Their tones and words led Malcolm to many different directions. Malcolm also did not have the right state of mind, having skipped almost a week’s worth of sleep. “Nothing..”
Even he was surprised by his incompetence.
Gil lightly extended his head out towards Malcolm, eyes wide and mouth agape. “What?” He crossed his arms and returned his head to his shoulders. Gil’s eyebrows were now knitted together in concern and were no longer widened. “What do you mean?”
“I… I can’t get a read on them.” Malcolm finally admitted, his shoulders falling down in defeat. He left out a deep sigh and brought his hands to his eyes to rub. Why couldn’t he think straight? “It’s like my mind is just- just covered in fog.” Malcolm motioned to his head, wildly using his index of his right hand to press into his temple.
Gil sighed, looked down at the floor, and unfolded his arms. Taking a few steps towards the NYPD Profiler, Gil placed his hand on Malcolm’s shoulder. “Go home, kid. It’s late and you need to sleep.” Gil was always the father figure that Malcolm needed. Malcolm understood the lieutenant’s concern, but couldn’t help not sleeping. Especially as of late.
Malcolm couldn’t say no. He shrugged his shoulder and peered into Gil’s eyes with his own tired and hazy blue ones. He nodded lightly, closing his mouth and shaping it into a half smile. “Alright..”
*** And with that, the insomniac ventured restlessly to his humble abode. Despite his hazy mind, he drove himself back to his place. On the way over, going through New York’s evening traffic, Malcolm had an idea. Recklessly, he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he reached who he wanted. Tapping and putting the phone up to his ear, waiting for them to answer, he shook his leg anxiously. “Hello?” The voice came through, asking curiously.
“Hey! Long time no talk.” Malcolm was smiling, but the person on the other end couldn’t possibly see it. However, it was obvious that they could hear his happiness to be talking to them. “Malcolm? Hey! Where the hell did you disappear to?” They chuckled. “Thought there was a new Bermuda triangle only taking the cool people.” They stated sarcastically.
Malcolm laughed at their joke, shaking his head. “No. I actually got back in New York a couple of weeks ago. Sorry I forgot to tell you.” Malcolm cleared his throat and before the person on the other end of the call could respond, he continued. “Anyways, I could use some help…” “O-Oh? Help? Of course, what do you need?” Malcolm could hear them move from one spot to another. “Some… Some advice. You are still a body language specialist, right?” “Yeah. Need me to do some interrogating?” They chuckled, joking.
“Uh- Yes. Yes, actually..”
“Oh-”
“Could you meet me at my place? I’ll send you the address. If you get there before me, you can let yourself in. There’s a spare key buried in the plant outside.” Malcolm explained, stopping at yet another red light. Traffic had been bad due to another accident happening nearby.
“Of course!” It was obvious that Malcolm and this person were besties and hadn’t encountered one another in a long while. “I’ll get my bag and head out once I have the address.” “Thank you, so much. I’ll see you in a bit.” Malcolm gave a quite breathy chuckle. “Cya!” And with that, the call ended. Malcolm felt a little better. His mood improved, for sure. Malcolm’s shoulders were no longer held up but instead were slouched down. His neutral and tired face was now a happier tired face. Malcolm took note of how he would just have to tell Gil when he got home that he’d be getting some help. Help from someone they both knew. ***
Damn this headache. Malcolm could feel a dull pain in his head as he entered his home. Despite the pain being dull, he felt it making him weaker and even slightly dizzy. Malcolm simply shook the pain away and shut the door behind him. He tried to reach the door, but couldn’t. When he looked behind himself to see why, the door was already shut. His eyes burrowed in confusion. Again, he shook away the confusion and began to text Gil about what he was doing. Now, though, Malcolm couldn’t just shake off whatever was happening to him. He felt nauseous and he felt out of breath. He tried getting back to his phone to call Gil instead. Malcolm instead found that his vision had blurred. He blinked and blinked, even rubbed his eyes, but his blurred vision only got worse. He began to panic now. Something was definitely wrong. Malcolm tried to identify what could be going on, but still, his mind was elsewhere. Malcolm could barely even hear as someone entered his home.
“Malcolm?” The familiar voice could barely be heard as it echoed in his house and in his head. “Malcolm!”
This exclamatory statement of his name was not that of excitement. It was of concern, confusion, and despair. As far as Malcolm knew, he was standing. As far as his visitor was concerned, he was on the ground, unconscious. ***
“What did you do?” Gil asked angrily and accusatorily. He pointed at [Y/N], who responded by leaning back away from his finger. “Me?! Excuse you. I called an ambulance! Maybe next time, I shouldn’t?” [Y/N] argued back, leaning forward into Gil’s finger and raising her hands to her sides, palms up and fingers spread out. Her face was scrunched with anger. Her usual glowing and calm [E/C] orbs were now burning a hole into Gil. Her graying [H/C] hair was standing up due to the sheer frustration she was feeling. This wouldn’t be the first time someone accused her of something horrific due to her past. [Y/N] Bright [L/N]. Also known as [Y/N] Whitly, younger sister to Dr. Martin Whitly. In other words, Malcolm’s favorite aunt and the individual he had called for help in the case. The lady that had found him unconscious in his own home and called authorities. It was because of [Y/N] that Malcolm was in a hospital and not dead. It wasn’t just Gil there for Malcolm, there was also Jessica and Ainsley. Jessica had refused to talk to [Y/N], she never understood how or why Malcolm had taken a favorability to her. Ainsley wasn’t anything but rude to her, and made it clear she did not like her. Summary; All of [Y/N]’s fans were gathered in one place where they were called in an emergency because someone dear to them had almost died. “What were you even doing in Malcolm’s place?” Ainsley’s hollow eyes stared at [Y/N] with pure hatred. Like someone with unlimited darts, trying to get a high score.
“He called me to come over. Sent me his address and told me about the spare key in some weird ass plant outside his place.” [Y/N] swiftly explained herself, keeping her arms open. Her feet however, were closed and pointing away from both Gil and Ainsley. She really did not want to be there, being questioned. “He wanted me to help with some interrogating.”
“You-?” Gil erected his index again at [Y/N], now eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re the help Malcolm called for?” “Why would anyone go to you for help?” “I feel extremely uncomfortable right now!” [Y/N] declared, slapping her hands down to her sides. “I am just here to help with whatever Malcolm needs!” “Just drop it you three!” Jessica finally whisper yelled at them. “My son could have died and you are worried about-.. Her.”
The disdain in her voice as she referred to [Y/N] really set it in for the body language specialist. Nothing she could say would make them think any better of her. Not even if Malcolm were to explain the same thing she did. So, [Y/N] easily decided it would be easier to just sit down and give up the arguing. She felt like a kid once again, forced to keep quiet when faced with authority. She hated it. Gil would never allow for her to help unless Malcolm really made a good pitch to the lieutenant. Then again, when would Malcolm wake up? *** Malcolm was given a diagnosis fairly quickly. Carbon Monoxide poisoning that had been going on for over a week. It was a miracle he had gone so long without anyone noticing the symptoms. Despite the supposed long sleep he was to be put under, Malcolm found a way to wake himself up with his own brain. Waking up with a loud scream as a nurse ran out to get a doctor, and Gil and [Y/N] rushed in with concern. “Malcolm!” Both older individuals shouted at the once unconscious profiler. While the relief was mutual, so was the concern.
“Gil? [Y/N]? Where am I? What happened? How-” Malcolm was confused but mostly scared as well. One moment he was home and the next he was isolated by white walls and repetitive beeping.
[Y/N] made the first move. She steadily and smoothly moved closer to Malcolm’s bedside. She took a deep and obvious breath, straightening her back and lifting her hands with her as she inhaled. A similar action was taken during the exhale; obvious, she lowered herself back onto her feet, and lowered her hands. Although Malcolm was not having a panic attack, it could escalate and [Y/N] wasn’t having it. Gil followed afterwards. Malcolm mimicked [Y/N] in taking deep breaths and calming down. “Are you okay, Malcolm?” [Y/N] asked in a calmer voice.
“Yeah. I mean, I feel okay.” Malcolm buried his face into his hands. “Was I poisoned?”
With his brain working fine, he was able to remember his symptoms. It was unnatural.
“Yeah, in a sense.” Gil responded this time. “A week long exposure to carbon monoxide.”
“A week?” Malcolm removed his hands from his face and peered at Gil and [Y/N]. “Isn’t that around the time this case started?”
Now both Gil and [Y/N] were horrified. What was thought to be an accident, a simple leak in the home, now was a potential case of attempted murder. Whoever was the murderer in their case, knew Malcolm would be a problem and so tried removing him as an obstacle. [Y/N] and Gil took a glance at each other. Despite their… awkward relationship, they knew they had to work together on this one. Malcolm couldn’t leave the hospital, and couldn’t work on the case. His life was in danger and the safest place would be where he was.
***
“I’ll be keeping a close eye on you.” Gil told [Y/N] with a threatening tone.
“Why not two?” [Y/N] chuckled, entering the observation room sat right next to the interview room. Gil just gave a harsh squint. “Not a time for jokes, got it.”
“It was hard to get the suspects back. We’d released them last night because we had them held for too long.” Gil changed the subject swiftly, viewing into the room where they had the suspects. “We were only able to get them back in because Malcolm almost died last night, when he released them all.”
“It’s clear that all of them are upset that they are back. No profiling is needed for that.” [Y/N] noted this behaviour. “All of them are anxious and nervous. Crossed arms, tapping feet, rapid blinking.”
“All of them are suspicious?” Gil pondered curiously.
“Not necessarily. They are just nervous about being back. The idea of being falsely accused looms over them.” [Y/N] continued to scan the room, finally noticing some odd behaviour. She pointed at a man slightly separated from everyone else. “He, however, is a lot more confident than everyone else.”
“His arms are crossed too.” Gil pointed out, looking at [Y/N] with suspicion.
“Yes, but he is leaning against the wall. He is more relaxed. His lips are slightly parted, unlike everyone else’s compressed or pursed lips.” [Y/N] began her analyzing out loud, forgetting anyone was in the room. “His breathing patterns are very alike to everyone’s. Their breathings are picked up due to their nervousness. His picked up pace is because of excitement, though.”
“He’s leaning against a wall. How in the hell did you get all of that off of him?” Gil was just as curious as he would be if it were Malcolm profiling. It was just as mind boggling as when he profiled Carter Berkhead.
“A magician never reveals his secrets, Gil.” [Y/N] chuckled. “Was Malcolm in the interrogation room when they were all interrogated?”
“Yeah. He wanted to be close to profile.” Gil answered, not as confused now knowing that every question and answer would help.
“Splendid. This will make it far easier.” [Y/N]’s [E/C] orbs glimmered in amusement. Her smile was one that Gil had seen before. It was Malcolm’s smile, but it was one he’d seen on Martin’s face too. “I need you to repeat what you did yesterday. Question them in the same order with the same questions.”
Gil nodded. Just as he was warming up to her, some thought came in and set him back to his place. First and foremost, officers came and rounded everyone up. The interrogation began again. This time, it was just Dani, JT, and Gil. Malcolm wasn’t there. If [Y/N] was correct, the one she was suspect of most would give off more of a reaction than the others. Answers would likely remain the same from each person as well. They all want to get out as soon as possible. If Malcolm’s current profile was correct, the killer was arrogant and would show it. If the killer saw that Malcolm wasn’t there, they’d have some sort of mention or bodily reaction to this.
In the case scenario that she was wrong, [Y/N] was sure to make note of everyone’s reactions. Most did not even acknowledge Malcolm’s absence. Their moods had remained the same, anxious and nervous. Finally, it came to the man that [Y/N] came to know as James Lukai. Most of his answers remain the same, worded slightly different than before. [Y/N] compared his last interview, to this interview. The first showcased this man as nervous and anxious. Now, he wasn’t as much anymore. He looked around, as if to make sure his suspicions were right. He gave a quick smirk when he saw that Malcolm wasn’t there. His answers had remained mostly the same, but the tone had drastically changed. It was clear as night and day, it was this man. Just to prove a point further, [Y/N] straightened herself out and left the observation room. Much to Gil’s dismay, she entered the interrogation room afterwards.
“Heya Gil! Sorry I’m late. The call to replace Malcolm was just too soon!” [Y/N] announced with a large grin on her face.
Gil looked at [Y/N], only to respond by rubbing his face. “Don’t let it happen again.” He played along.
The man in question- James- was now shocked. “I thought you didn’t have a profiler anymore.”
“And what would make you say that, James?” [Y/N] immediately jumped on it. “Malcolm is just taking a little break. Family business.”
“What? He-?” James caught himself before he could say anything more.
“You’re too obvious, James.” [Y/N]’s smile immediately dropped.
“What’re you doing, [Y/N]” Gil questioned, only to get an answer through the raising of the lady’s hand to silence him.
“Want to know how we know, James?” [Y/N] confidently asked, not waiting a moment for his answer. “You are far too confident for this. You thought you had gotten rid of Malcolm, the only one who would have caught you.”
The man was speechless. He was caught. He rested his elbows on the table and put his hands through his brown hair. He was hunched, unsure of what to say now.
“What the fuck did you just do?” Gil wasn’t angry, but just extremely confused.
“Caught the bad guy. My job, Gil.” As confident as before, she exited the room.
Soon after, James confessed to the murders and the attempt on Malcolm’s life. Another day saved by [Y/N] Bright [L/N].
***
“Did you get him?” Was the first thing to exit Malcolm’s mouth that night when [Y/N] went to visit him. Fortunately for Malcolm, he had gotten the all clear, so was able to return home.
“Nice to see you too.” [Y/N] chuckled, entering his home. “Yeah. It was obvious. That poisoning really fucked with your brain if you couldn’t see it.”
“Speaking of which, the place was aired out and my heater was fixed.” Malcolm shut his door. “Inspectors had a nifty device and gave the okay.”
“That’s great!” [Y/N] clapped her hands together. “You plan on trying to get murdered again any time soon?”
Malcolm chuckled again, and sat down at his counter. “Ah, no. I don’t plan on it.”
“Good. Shouldn’t have to attend your funeral when I’m older than you.” [Y/N] glided over and sat with him at the counter. “So- Malcolm Bright. When did you change your name?”
Malcolm gave a small, “oh,” and nodded his head. “Several years back when I went to Quantico. You know, to become a profiler..”
Though [Y/N] knew the story, Malcolm felt obligated to tell her how much she inspired him.
“Couldn’t think of a name until the lady there suggested going with someone who I aspire to be. Then I remembered.. You.” His smile was soft and genuine.
“Really?” She smiled back, surprised by her effect on Malcolm. “I.. I’d never guessed I’d have that sort of influence.”
“I hardly say this, but you’re probably one of the more normal and stable members of this family.” Malcolm gave a light laugh, instigating a laugh from [Y/N] as well. “You prove to me that there are some good things in life.”
“I think there is more than just me that does that, Malcolm.” [Y/N] smirked. “You have all those folk at the NYPD! You have Gil, Dani, JT, and Edrisa.”
“Of course. They’re my friends. I trust them.” Malcolm explained. “But you were the first. You helped a lot when Dr. Whitly was arrested. I still remember that day. Even when mother yelled at you, it didn’t stop you from helping me.”
[Y/N] could only nod lightly. “Yeah, Yeah.. I- I remember that day too. I remember the days before and after that day too. I felt like I had to apologize for my brother. He couldn’t be there, so I tried to be. But Jessica never had a good opinion on me, even before Martin was arrested.” She chuckled at that sentiment. “Then Gil got caught up in all the gossip that I had something to do with Martin. At least Jess was skeptical towards all of that.”
It was dead silent after that until Malcolm decided to clear the air. “Anyways, you want some water, or something?”
“Sure!”
Boy. What an odd and bizarre family.
___ E N D
A/N: So sorry for taking so long! Hope you enjoyed it. I had a bit of a hard time trying to get an end for it. Sorry if it is abrupt.
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For my precious Sunshine, @5-secondsofcolor's birthday!! Which is technically now, because it is 1 AM on the 20th of May and I am a mad woman. Love you and I hope you have an amazing day, when you see this of course.
Here is your fic, FBI/Behavior Analyst!Calum. Female OC.
Ivy says she's cursed after taking the same career path that took her father's life. Calum's new on the team, a liaison and media specialist, but he's looking to get his toes wet.
AKA your regular old jaded pessimist veteran and bright eyed rookie buddy cop story. Please enjoy!
CW: In depth descriptions of death/crime scenes. Depictions of violence, gore, and blood.
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The whiteboard never leaves. It glows behind her closed eyelids. When staring down at the neck of a bottle, she sees it floating just as the bottom of her drink. She’s cursed. But she knew that the moment she tried out for the academy. The second the thought floated across her mind, she would be doomed just like her father. Ivy tried her best to reroute herself--she got into the arts, was first chair flute in her highschool’s orchestra. She was president of the Homecoming committees her junior and senior year, and worked during the summers at her church's camp.
And yet when she went into school for her degree, she gravitated towards psychology and criminal justice. She saw her mother’s fear. The closer it came to graduation and the more the two of them talked about what she would do after graduating, the more the thought lingered, I want to get into the Bureau like Dad. But she couldn’t utter that. She couldn’t say those words without tears welling up in her mother’s eyes.
Ivy suspected her mother always knew about the desires. Ivy didn’t remember all the nights clearly, but sometimes she’d peek out her bedroom door and see the glow of the light downstairs. Ivy followed it, side stepping the creaky fourth step from the top and from between the banister’s she’d find her dad sitting at the dining room table. The kitchen light glowed from behind him and his tie would barely hang on around his neck.
“Boo,” he’d say quietly, knowing the slight shuffle of Ivy’s feet.
“How’d you know I was there, Daddy?” she’d ask, carrying herself the rest of the way down the stairs and make her way through the living room to climb into his lap.
“I can hear your feet above me,” he’d respond, pointing above them.
And they’d spend an hour, sitting at the dining room table. Ivy asked about her dad’s latest trip. He only ever told her when she was young that they were helping save people, putting bad people away. Ivy wonders if this is where it started. If this was where her father casted the spell, leaving Ivy somehow starry eyed about what it really was he did. Ivy would always look at this job with a little bit of that hope that her younger self had, and she’d always be fucked to never be able to walk away from this line of work.
It would kill her--much like it had killed her dad. But unlike him, she’d see the bullet spiral out of the barrel. Her dad had her and her mother to get back too. It wasn’t a weakness. Ivy admired her father for sticking with his dreams and also making the hard calls to make sure his family knew he cared too. But the need to decide would always be a slight hindrance, would always be the key to living or dying in this line of work.
All that’s left of her father, besides the memories and a few of his old t-shirts that got remade into pillows, is the whiteboard she keeps at her desk. There’s a whiteboard for the entire team to use of course. But this whiteboard is the one that her father used in his office. The one where he made his notes, scribbles. The one she’d write notes to him in the bottom left corner that never disappeared until she wanted to replace the note with something new.
“Thomas, look alive, and enjoy.” The manilla folder hits her desk with a quiet thwack. Ivy blinks from the whiteboard up to her senior officer. Kennedy carries on, dropping folders on every desk and each one of them stands without needing any further prompting.
Kennedy’s been in the field for years. It was all over his face with the deep frown lines. His brow seemed permanently furrowed, as if he questioned every waking second. Ivy liked to tease he worried even about sleep. But no one could sink a decade and a half into this line of work and not come out on the other side with a healthy amount of suspicion.
“And where’s this new guy?” Kennedy asks, glancing over the office.
Ivy looks up from her copy of the file. She heard rumors of someone else coming by the office, assisting them occasionally on cases. But those rumors floated around weeks ago, long enough that she chalked it up to just that--rumors. It doesn’t shock her though. Things start at rumors often, and sometimes they come to fruition and sometimes they don’t. Ivy follows Kennedy’s eyeline and doesn’t spy any new faces.
“Want me to keep an eye out for any lost souls?” Ivy offers, glancing back up to Kennedy.
“Nah, I need your eyes on this one. Head up to the conference room and I’ll be there once he shows up.”
With a nod, Ivy closes the file. She swipes the whiteboard from her desk with a couple markers and heads up to the conference room. The rest of the team sat flipping through their files too, Jenkins sitting right near the front but moved down one seat. They’re not new, having been around for a couple years. But Ivy can tell their type--getting in chummy with the boss, trying too hard. They’re a good addition, but Ivy’s waiting for the day they take a hunch and it doesn’t lead to the results they want. A loss will show their true colors, how well they can handle being wrong sometimes. No one on the team is perfect, they’re all hedging bets. Ivy’s taken her lumps of hunches being made too late, or the wrong bets placed. They’re not often. No one likes them. But they happen.
Diaz, Russell, and Burke and scattered throughout the rest of the table. The three of them have been there longer than Ivy. But they all accepted her with open arms. Diaz and Burke were more muscular. They had the brains to match, but they came up the pipeline from their local PD departments and aren’t afraid to get into a tussle. More often than not, Ivy winds up pulling Burke from fights than she’d care to admit. Diaz’s much too big for Ivy to attempt physically restraining, so she referee’s those fights that he gets into.
Russell’s their man behind the screen. He was good at getting through the internet loops, figuring out how to sort databases for the information they need without so much red tape and delay. He preferred to stay behind the lines, but could handle a tussle. Ivy doesn’t count herself as the brains. But her gut had some sort of true north needle that, more often than not, was right. She could see patterns faster than most, could sniff the air after someone and assess how much she could and wanted to trust. Kennedy consulted her often. Whenever she felt like she had something, he’d hush the crowd for her to formulate the full thought. Kennedy didn’t always agree with her assessment, but had to listen to it. He needed to listen to it.
“Nope,” Russell huffs, shutting the folder. “Fucking hell. Kennedy told me it was rough, but I didn’t--I didn’t think it was this rough.”
Ivy settles in next to him sliding him a marker. She draws roughly a tic-tac-toe board. “It not getting easier for you is a good sign.”
Russell makes his first move, the marker squeaking just a little. Ivy follows up with hers. She knows if she makes it too obvious, too easy, Russell will forfeit the game. So she tries to play along, like she’s vying to win.
Russell places his second X though his hands shake just a hair. “Yeah, but compared to you guys, I feel like if someone took a gnarly enough shit it would make me queasy.”
“A bad enough shit could do that to anyone,” Diaz pipes in, his own folder still open but his forearms pressed down over the photographs. Russell’s been around the block, definitely seem some rough things, but has always had a softer view of the world. Still wants it to be good despite all the bad he’s seen.
Ivy places down her second O, noticing the pretty obvious wide open spot she left Russell but looks up to Diaz. “I think I heard through the grapevine you were on the losing end of one of those shits yesterday,” she teases.
Diaz reclines into his seat, his chest bouncing with his laughter. “All because of your cooking Thomas.”
“My cooking is not that bad,” she defends, the cap of her black marker pointing him out.
Burke snickers too with a shake of her head and opens her mouth to speak but the room fills with the voice of Kennedy. “Aren’t y’all old enough to be left alone not to talk about shit for five minutes?”
“Never too old to talk shit, sir,” Diaz returns, his smile lifting only half his face up. He’s a charmer, whenever they go out to bars out manage to get a moment’s peace not hounded by work, he never seems to be at a lack of folks coming up to him. He’s already got a girl, but with the hair that cascades always neatly placed and the dazzling bright grin, anyone could fall for it.
Kennedy huffs his laughter quickly and then shuffles deeper into the room. “We’ve got a new friend, so let’s play nice.” As Kennedy makes head way, Ivy notices the man behind him. He’s tall. The black dress pants and black dress shirt don’t hide everything beneath them, but Ivy’s not too shocked to see people who work in the field like that with some sort of muscular physique. There’s something about his face though--something about the way his brown eyes dart around the room and his smile never shows any teeth that something familiar tugs at her.
Kennedy goes around the table introducing Ivy first, then going to Russell, coming down to Jenkins, Diaz, and then Burke. Each one of them lifts a hand or nods at their name. “This here is Hood, Calum Hood. Joining us as a new liaison.”
Ivy’s no good with faces sometimes. But names she hardly ever forgets. Hood, she met him once a few years back at a lecture. Not that she did them often, but Kennedy got more face time. But he made sure to spread the love between the team. He asked her to tag along. Calum must’ve been in the crowd, had to be, and had to have asked a question because Kennedy told her to remember that name. And she had.
Kennedy continues on with something. Ivy suspects he’s warning Diaz to keep any hazy tactics to a minimum considering how much of a mess they’re walking into. Ivy nods once more at him, and then faces back to the whiteboard, the tap on her arm prompting her too. I’m a scaredy cat sure, but not dumb, it reads in Russell’s handwriting. She spies his X in the bottom corner, opposite of where he would’ve won.
“Pull up a seat, Hood. We’ll have more time for pleasantries once we’re up in the air. But I want everyone to at least be familiar with this case.”
“Yes, sir.” His voice is smooth, Ivy notes. A soft volume and accented but smoother than she would’ve pegged.
The team breaks down the file, recapping mostly what they’ve already read but Kennedy’s old fashioned this way, needing to make sure people have done their homework. It’s an extra step than completely necessary, but having the quick meetings has always made this team feel more like a second family. There’s always a common goal in mind for them and they’re always reminded of it. No matter what happens out in the field, they all want the same thing.
“We soar in forty-five minutes. So let’s hope wheels can turn in the air. Hood, I need you to keep in mind the local PD’s been taking a lot of heat for the last couple of months. So we don’t want to take too much star power, we’re only here to assist and whatever we can do to put the local’s good grace back onto that PD we need to.”
Not quite what she expected, though with his demeanor and looks, he’s sure to work a crowd or newsroom well. She’s sure he’ll be on the ground with them too.
“Understood,” he replies and with that, all of them push away from the table. “Agent Thomas,” Hood says, reaching out almost as if to touch her elbow but never actually do it. He continues to speak once she looks over to him. “I-I don’t know if you remember. But we met at a lecture a couple years back that you held with Agent Kennedy. And I just wanted to say that I’m excited to be here, working with you all.”
“Thomas, here, does not respond well to flattery. Trust, we’ve all tried,” Diaz laughs, clamping down on Hood’s shoulders.
“I appreciate it,” Ivy responds. “Glad to have a fresh mind on the team.” There’s no smile, at least, not one she’d give Russell, Burke, Diaz, or even Jenkins. But Calum watches her give another curt nod with a quick quirk of her lips, and then leave, stacking her file on top of the whiteboard.
“Don’t sweat it. She’s in work mode,” Diaz assures. “We get off the clock and she’s a hoot. But on the clock, it’s strictly business. I will warn you, Thomas will burn you.”
Calum’s left, watching Diaz, Burke, and Russell leave. Jenkins turned tail the second Kennedy got done. It’s not that he wants to mix business with pleasure. He’s just been studying Thomas, attending as many lectures that she gives as he can. She didn’t always go directly by the book, there was something about her method that used the evidence, used science, but also had some sort of intuition. Thomas just knew things and when attempting to quantify it, she didn’t always have the words for it. Calum just wants to see that in action, understand what it is about knowing that isn’t always present in the facts.
The plane ride is comfortable. Plenty of seats even though they squeak just a little. Calum watches Thomas sit and everyone seems to sit spread out from there, keeping her at some sort of center. “Mobile. They don’t mind the hustle,” Ivy starts.
“Crossing state lines is risky, especially after the escalation,” Burke interjects.
“But wouldn’t that be a reason for it? If all the crimes look different, enough crossing state lines might make the unsub feel confident, like they’re getting away with something.” The entire plane turns to look at him. Calum freezes for a moment. He knows better. He knows so much better than that. Fuck.
“Valid. But we shouldn’t settle. Travel might be part of their job. We’ve got a good cluster to possibly estimate a home base. Get comfortable, perfect the craft here and then spread out. But why come back? Local PD's hadn't quite connected anything, until the return. More families, found exactly the same. Even when they cross state lines, all points wind back to a specific geographical location,” Burke returns.
“Hood, you got the inside of the media. What does it look like?”
Thirty minutes of his forty five was making sure that he could at least nail down this run through. And it’s easy, even with the squeak of Ivy’s dry erase marker, to run down the media reports, what information has been released and what hasn’t been released. He makes note of what the team doesn’t want to get out and what they do want to keep available to the public.
All the while, Calum watches the way Ivy writes over her board, the squeak over and over on specific strokes. He wonders for a moment what she’s writing, what it is that she needs to keep written track of. But he doesn’t get a chance to fully flesh out that thought before he finishes his spill and Diaz cuts in. They’re fast, not quite settling on any one theory. More like compiling the possibilities, not wanting to eliminate things but ranking how plausible they all could be until the pieces click.
The first thing after the flight lands, they head for the precinct. The lead investigator greets them, and there’s no pause. They’re pulled into the frenzy, looking at boards. Calum tries to keep his head in the game, but he is watching Ivy. The way she settles in her chair, her marker always moving. He’s not even sure it’s words anymore, just a constant circular movement. Sure he’s here to help regulate media outlets, and he can do that in his sleep if local PD and media follow his instructions to a T.
But he needs an in, to show he’s more than just the new meat on the chopping block. He’s worth something. “Is the last crime scene still available?” Calum asks.
The room turns to him, well most of the room does. Ivy keeps circling, but she speaks. “The plan’s to go in ten minutes. Whatever’s got you preoccupied, leave it in your go bag.”
Kennedy chuckles, tapping at her foot. “Give the kid a break. He was buried in news coverage the second we got into the door. But Hood, shake the cobwebs. This isn’t your small town’s rodeo anymore. If you need to be caught up, ask. But if you’re going to be in the room, keep those ears open.”
A task easier said than done, but he nods, resting his elbows on his knees. God, they’re going to think I’m an idiot. The room goes back to its normal buzz, but Calum keeps his head buried in his hands.
“Talk to me. What are your theories?”
Calum lifts his head. Ivy’s closer now. He can see the black marks on her hand from where she’s held it up against the swirls and lettering. “Clearly I’m barely treading water here.”
��First day nerves, but you can shake it. You wanted to see the crime scene. Why?”
“Why there? We have indications that the unsub spent a lot of time there, even with the interruptions they've seemed to caused. They're still meticulous. I want to follow their steps. What did they do first? And why? What do they need from a crime scene before it’s done?”
“Good. But what else?”
“What-what do you mean what else?”
She smiles, much different than the first one. It shows her teeth, a bit of a twinkle in her eyes. “What else?”
He goes quiet, reclines back into the seat and closes his eyes for a second. What else? There’s a lot else. “I mean, the next obvious thing is why these victims? But besides that, how comfortable is this person? Do they feel a need to be rushed, fast, get-in-get-out or can they blend in? I have a hunch they can blend in. Maybe people even trust them. They are perfectly ordinary and in essence, they have to be in order for the fantasy to work. Detection means they have to get sloppy. Being sloppy’s not an option, so blending in it is.”
“Bring that to the crime scene.” Something taps his knee and Calum cracks open his eyes to see her, standing. Her whiteboard still gently rests against his knee. She’s not looking at him though. Her gaze is locked onto the board next to him, displaying the crime scene photos.
“What’s your secret?” Calum asks. He’s almost positive she didn’t hear him due to Ivy’s lack of prompt response. But then she turns to him.
“Secret?”
“Thomas, Hood, you comin’ or what?” Kennedy calls. “I can deal without Diaz, but I need you, Thomas.”
“I’ll remember that,” Diaz laughs as they walk through the glass doors of the precinct.
It’s not Calum’s first time at a crime scene. But the second Calum steps through the door a chill runs through him. The carpet and walls are still bloodstained. Everything about it the scene just feels wrong, makes Calum want to immediately step back out of the house.
“You feel that?” Burke asks. She continues on deeper into the house, slipping into her gloves.
“This is when Thomas says she’s too Black for all this and gets the hell out of dodge,” Diaz barks. He squats down to the blood on the carpet. Ivy’s already deep into the house, seemingly guided by a force unwillingly to let her go. She doesn’t respond verbally, just lifts her hand, the middle finger extended out in the general direction of Diaz.
And Calum is standing near the threshold of the door, trying to pinpoint why it feels so cold in a house in Texas in the middle of the summer. His hands feel sticky even inside the latex gloves. His first step is shaky but he stops next to Diaz. “There are drag marks from the blood,” Calum notes. “This isn’t where they were killed, just staged.”
“The unsub staged all the victims here in the living room. We know that. Pictures show the parents at the ends of the sofa, children in the middle, dog on the floor.”
“But there’s blood on the walls. We know the Dad’s 6’1,” Calum returns.
“And we don’t have forced entry. So, whoever is wreaking havoc isn’t threatening enough for someone not to answer the door.”
Calum turns to the sofa where the family was found. “It’s picturesque, poetic even. You’ve got a whole family right here, at your will. They knock on the door. It’s dusk, sun’s just starting to set.”
“They have a ruse that gets them inside. We already know they have to blend in with the community. So what can you use to get into a house? Who gets into a house without a problem?”
Diaz goes into the kitchen where in the case file it mentions when the family was finally discovered food was still out on the table. “The window doesn’t have to last long. But it has to be just right. All three families were either eating dinner, or just done with dinner. So why dinner time?” Diaz turns from the stove to face Calum.
“It’s when everyone is together. They’re not just going after a family, but very specific family dynamics. Which means both parents need to present, two kids seems to be a minimum.”
“What’s the average dinner time you’d say? With this job, I eat whenever I fucking can. But before this, excluding people like us, when is the average person sitting down to eat?”
“6, 6:30 I’d guess. That’s assuming the average person is working a job that calls it at 5PM. A town like this is either on the verge of collapsing or being bought out. So I assume a lot of people are traveling outside to the city for work, so the commute might be even later. But I wouldn’t hazard any guesses that our unsub’s just haphazardly picking houses.”
“No, no, you’re right, Hood,” Diaz states, walking over to the table. “I guess what I’m saying is the timing. No one hears anything. But our unsub’s using a gun. That’s not quiet. And there’s not a lot of city noise this far out. They’re spending hours in the house and somehow getting out undetected. But striking at dinner time, with the setting sun, means this person’s around outside the house. But no one’s noticed anything out of the ordinary.”
“Hunting seasons,” Calum returns. “No one really flinches at the sound of a gun shot because people are hunting year ‘round here.”
“And it seems like humans are on the menu.”
“An appetizing thought.”
******
Ivy’s not sure when the chill finally left over the course of the day but it returns when she walks into the precinct and sees the entire room in a frenzy. Kennedy spies her and it’s just a look. Not much different than his resting face, but somehow she knows with that slight arch in his eyebrow. Another family--while they were proding over photos the killer was already moving on, already in the midst of their attack.
And it shouldn’t shock her. Well, to be more accurate, it doesn’t shock her and maybe that’s the thing that scares her. “I’ve been doing this too damned long,” she mutters to herself. “Hood, you’re with me. Get the address and let’s see what that gut of yours cooks up.”
“How’d--Is Kennedy going to be okay with that? The call just came in a few minutes ago.”
“Get the address and tell me how you like your coffee,” Ivy says. Kennedy’s going to come to the scene anyway, but she doesn’t tell Calum that.
There’s not another word before Calum passes in front of her. “Cream and two sugars,” he answers as he goes.
“So Black, got it.”
Paused at the desk of a detective, he looks over his shoulder. “Cream and two sugars,” he re-emphasizes with a tiny smile and holding up two fingers. Police station coffee’s never the best, but it’s better than nothing. When on a case, time is also imperative and they take what they can. Ivy fixes Calum’s cup first, slipping a lid on and keeping the stirrer through the hole. She pours her cup with no additions.
“Not even creamer? Not one?” Calum questions.
“Takes too much time,” she returns. “Burke, you staying?”
“Yeah, Russell got those files over just before the call came in. Besides that crime scene’s bound to be crowded as all hell and I swear if I walk into another house and catch a chill after seven years of doing this job, I just might quit.”
The two ladies laugh. Ivy recovering first to respond, “I need you to keep me sane even though you’re just as much trouble as Diaz.”
“Which is why I’m going to say here, work with Russell. We’re going to need Hood back before the 5’oclock news. Whatever you find at the scene will help solidify our profile and we need it soon. We need the hands on this clock, because it’s ticking ahead of us.”
Ivy nods. It’s no fun being behind. “Kennedy, we’re moving or we’re dying.”
“I trust you. There’s something off about that last one that I want to walk through again.”
“Let’s rock and roll,” she says to Calum, handing him his cup of coffee. “Mr. Cream-and-Two-Sugars.”
The drive is relatively short, all thanks to Ivy’s lead foot. But they need to get there fast, while things are still fresh.
“Did you always want to do this?” Calum asks in the silence of their drive. The radio doesn’t even play. Ivy knew he had questions. He wore them on his face, brows furrowing anytime he was the slightest bit hesitant about something.
“I don’t think I had a choice.”
“What do you mean you didn’t have a choice? We’ve all got choices.”
“My dad worked with the FBI until it killed him. And I think about how he used to tell me it was his job to help put bad people in jail. And I believed him.”
“The bug bit you before you even had a fighting chance.”
Ivy nods, taking a quick glance to Calum. “But if I had a prettier face, I’d stick with liaison too.”
Calum huffs out his laughter. “I went the journalism route first, sue me. Besides, that’s you admitting you think I have a pretty face.”
“I forget faces—so don’t think too highly of it. And I’m probably old enough to be your mother. You attended some lectures, I remembered your name. How’d you convert?”
It’s silent for a moment and Calum contemplates her statement, old enough to be his mother. “Given that my mother has shared her fountain of youth with my sister and I, you might be shocked to know I’m nearing 30. And I converted because of you and your work under Kennedy and his old superior Rogers.”
“All the greats,” Ivy teases, but she doesn't sound impressed. More like tired, used to it.
“But you’re different.”
“Yeah, because somehow the Bureau hasn’t realized their mistake.”
“Mistake?�� Calum asks around his sip of coffee.
“Kennedy’s going to retire soon. He's done 15 with our unit. Another ten prior to that climbing through the ranks. Then they’re going to have to find a replacement.”
“You say that like it won’t be you.”
“Because it won’t.”
“You’ve been with Kennedy for so long. He’s obviously going to recommend you, Ivy.”
“He can recommend but people higher up get the final word.”
The truck stops just in front of the house, and Calum knows the most logical thing to do is just focus on the case, walk the scene. Do his job. But he reaches across the console and wraps his fingers around hers for a second with a squeeze. “You’ll get it. They’d be dumb not to bring you to the head of this team.”
“There’s an altar or a shrine. It’s small.”
Calum pauses with his hand on the door. Ivy continues beside him. “Go to the eldest child’s bedroom. In a corner you’ll see the small shrine. Our unsub left one at the last house. And the house before, I’d bet. And this house too. That’s what Kennedy missed. What other cops missed too. Make sure you get it photographed. Besides, I’ve been doing this job too long and don’t know if I’d even want the added responsibility if they promoted me.”
“How’d we miss that?”
“We didn’t miss shit. We saw it when we needed to see it. We see things when we need them.” It's the way she says it, like she has to believe that makes Calum believe too.
The sight rocks Calum--he knew it wouldn’t be easy. But he didn’t know it’d hit him like this. The room spins, just a little. And his heart racing. Mostly because he can’t stand the thought that this could be someone he knows. These people weren’t anticipating their would be like this. And what does that even mean for him? What does his end look like?
“Hey, whoa. Whoa.” An arm comes around his waist and he follows the lead of whomever’s grabbed him.
“I’m okay,” he breathes out. “I’m okay.”
“Yeah, I’m a fudge brownie. It’s okay to not be alright in there.”
Calum rests against the side of the house and squats down just a little. His elbows hit his knees. His breath is heavy, falls from his open mouth almost like he’s going to vomit. But his stomach’s not churning anymore. Not with the fresh morning air hitting his lungs. “Fuck,” he breathes out again, eyes blurring just a little.
“But you’re okay. Take a breather.” Ivy’s shoes turn up in the dirt. "Get him a water, will ya? Hood, take a minute. It's alright. I'll be inside when you're ready." Calum just watches her go. It takes a moment for him to lift his head. It has to get easier. Or least he hopes it does. It takes him a minute, inhaling deeply before he stands up straight.
The rest of them processing the scene goes by in relative silence. Occasionally, Calum pipes in with an addition to their theory. Ivy hums in agreement. And it’s not until they step out and slip out of their gloves that Ivy says anything. “This is why I drink my coffee black.”
“I’m sorry. I really--I don’t know why this one got me.”
“It’s the kids. Kids are the worst.”
Calum looks up to the sky. There’s a few clouds, but not many. “The photos are bad, but in person is way different.”
Ivy watches Calum, the way it takes him a second to come back to earth it seems. “Don’t ask yourself if it gets easier.” When his gaze lands hers, she can see the furrowed brow again. The question drips off his face. “You’ll only disappoint yourself. And this job’s not for the weak of heart. For the people that can’t take some losses with the wins.”
“You said it yourself. You wanted to put the bad people away.”
“Eight year old me wants to believe it’s as easy as putting the monsters away. Thirty-one year old me knows for a fact what the losses are, who gets caught in the cross-fire. It’s not easy, not in the slightest.”
“Innocent lives do add up.”
“Which is why I try not to do math on the job. They all slip up. They all reach a point where their methods don’t satiate the need. They all make a fatal flaw and counting the unfortunate lives on the way to that will have you walking from the Bureau faster than you can blink.”
“So what makes you stay? If it’s all so fucking bad, what keeps you going?”
Ivy nods to the car, pulling the keys from her pocket. “We need to solidify our profile and you need to run press ASAP. But to answer your question, the thing that keeps me going is that fact that they do get caught eventually.”
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Eventually seems to come up faster than Calum anticipates. He was sure it would take weeks. After getting back to the precinct more information in Russell’s digging found a connection between all the families, a Venn diagram that overlapped to their X on the map. Another couple of days and it all unravelled. It’s a blur, when he tries to think back to it, on the plane. The only grounding thing is when one of the children, a little girl about 6, pointed out the tattoos on his hands. In all this time, he was sure the tattoos would be a barrier to entry--they’d somehow put him in a place that others would think he was nothing but trouble. But somehow, despite the terror she had done through, that little girl liked his tattoos, found some sort of comfort in them.
When he told her they were for his parents, she smiled at him. She said she wanted one for her parents too and then asked if he had anymore and how old he was when he got them. All of which Calum was more than happy to answer while the medic checked over her. Her older brother came soon after, asking a few questions, but overall he was much quieter than his sister. Understandable for what was endured. In the end, Calum’s just glad he didn’t see them staged on a couch, bleeding out onto the cushions.
There’s a small bit of turbulence and the shakes cause Calum to open his eyes for a moment. Ivy’s seated across from him, whiteboard on her lap, headphones in her ears. A tic-tac-toe grid drawn across it in the middle, but in the corners are some swirls, a crude drawing of the shrine from the case. Calum leans forward and tugs on the board just a little. She lets it go without a fight and hands over the marker.
Calum makes an ‘X’ in the top left. “You said this job doesn’t get easier.” He looks up to see if Ivy can hear him and is relieved when she pops out one her headphones. She raises her brows like she wants him to continue with the thought. And Calum’s not even sure he should. Instead, he hands over the board back to her. If seeing death doesn’t get easier, then maybe it just means he gets better at it. Maybe it means that not being okay with death is a good motivator to keep down this path.
“The job doesn’t get easier. You’re still human. You still want a spouse and a kid. You might want two dogs and a cat. You might want that white picket fence one day. You’ll want to close your eyes and not see death. You’ll want to walk down the street and see humans as humans again. You’ll have nightmares. Don’t hide from it. Nothing’s wrong with you for wanting that. But we’re in a world now where we see the horrors--what’s on the other side of everything you wanted. It’s a liminal space and it’s heavy to wade through.”
“I just want to not freak like I did the other day. It’s not easy. But sometimes I fear that maybe I bit off more than I could chew.”
Their game of tic-tac-toe has been forgotten, placed in the seat next to Ivy as she leans forward in her seat. “You said you were converted because of me. What exactly about me was it?”
“You just know things. When you walk onto a scene, you have an air of knowing. How can you just pick up on it in a snap?”
“Well,” Ivy laughs, “if that’s the only reason you want in, I warn you to get out.”
“I want to help. I want to save people,” Calum adds on. But then it hits him. Maybe this wasn’t the business of saving people as much as it was stopping people. Sure, they prevent future murders, but that didn’t always negate for all the lives lost. But they did save that family today. He saved that little girl that wants tattoos like his. “I want to save people and I want to stop people as well,” he finally adds on.
“There will always be monsters in this world,” Ivy warns.
“And there will always be heroes.”
“Make no mistake, Calum. We don’t have capes. We don’t swoop in all the time at just the right moment. Sometimes we are late. Sometimes we’re reacting more than we are being proactive. Sometimes we fuck up.”
His heart stops for just a moment at the mention of his first name. He’s always Hood, or at least has always been Hood. Just like she’s always Thomas to the team. But she said his first name. Unmistakably so. “Did-did you just use my first name?”
“You used my first name, first.”
When had he done that? He didn’t recall, but he couldn’t combat it either.
“Look,” Ivy continues, “the fact remains. We will fail. We will make the wrong call, or the right call just by the skin of our teeth. We will walk down the wrong direction only to figure out, we know it’s the wrong one. We get it right. A lot more often, we get it right and we minimize the death count. But we’re human--you don’t have to take it on if you don’t want. You don’t have to suffer.”
“If I don’t suffer and win, then that little girl suffers and loses. Then the next person loses. And the next. Their suffering or mine--the choice is clear.”
Ivy studies Calum for a moment. She sees the resolve on his face. Just how much sacrificing himself is a no brainer for him. It was a no brainer for her too. But admittedly, she was cursed. Maybe Calum wasn’t. Maybe she could save him, even if she couldn’t save herself. But she wasn’t in the business of saving people, only stopping them.
“I can’t stop you, can I?” she asks.
“Stop me from what?”
“Stop you from killing yourself with this job.”
“If it’s killing you, then why don’t you leave?” His head cocks to the side, now intrigued by her honesty.
“It’s like you said, I got bit before I could escape. I’m cursed. Are you?”
The little girl flashes through his vision again, and his chest tightens for a second before the relief kicks in. He could chase that feeling, the knowledge that he saved someone, one person. And that he helped put away one more person causing harm. “I am now. Ruined--because even though I can’t save them all. I can save some. I can help keep some people safe. I don’t think there’s a better reward than that.”
With a nod, Ivy looks back to their game on the whiteboard. They would’ve tied, she can see it after where she placed her ‘O’. But she hands it back over to Calum. “Kennedy’s going to shit himself when he realizes he’s got too hard heads on his team.”
“You’ll shit yourself when you realize you’re inheriting the second hard-head on the team after Kennedy leaves.”
Ivy scoffs. Of course, Calum still believes in the shiny idea that hard work yields rewards. “And this is where I can still tell you’re new to this--the dreams are still shiny and ideal.”
“All the work you’ve invested, they’d be--”
Ivy interrupts him. “I know, they’d be dumb not to.”
“Then why do you keep saying it won’t happen?”
“I’d call my pessimism a curse. But at this point, I think it’s a personality trait and the truth.”
“And let me guess, this is why you take your coffee black too.”
Ivy winks at him before her smile takes over her face. “You know it.”
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wanderinginksplot · 4 years ago
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Since you say that prompt requests are open until the post is deleted and I’m a SIMP for Hardcase & Tech (and you’ve already written an A++++ soft!Tech fic I truly stan) might I request 4, C, & O? (if I remember correctly that’s Hardcase, quiet time, and first kiss BUT I’M NOT SURE)
ANYWAY. I love me soft and sweet and tummy butterflies 🦋 and just being in awe of the other. THAT’S GOOD STUFF.
I’m really sorry this took forever! I had to have a bit of angst in it, so it may not be quite as soft as you were hoping, but it was a blast to write! Thank you so much for requesting it. Enjoy!
Prompt: Hardcase, Quiet Time, + First Kiss
You were in the zone. Well, sort of. You would have been in the zone if yet another clatter hadn't pulled your attention away from the forms you absolutely had to get done tonight. 
"Sorry," Hardcase apologized. 
You gave a polite smile. He had been hanging around more and more often lately and, while you enjoyed his company, he was definitely clumsy. You had meant to hide anything of sentimental value so that it wouldn’t be broken accidentally, but you had forgotten to actually do it. Still, you made another mental note to put away anything delicate after he had left your office.
To his credit, he always apologized, even if there was no permanent damage done.
"What was it this time?" you asked curiously. 
"Uhhh, looks like... a little display of Coruscant."
You paused your typing, mid-word. "Did it break?"
"Nope!" he answered cheerfully. “It hit the floor, but I don’t see any dents or scuffs. I’m still sorry, though.”
"That's okay, Hardcase," you assured. "I know it was an accident."
He beamed at you, the tattoos by his eyes emphasizing the crinkles that formed with the expression. You couldn't help but smile back before returning your attention to the form in front of you. 
Less than five minutes later, a loud thump made you jolt slightly in your seat.
"Sorry!"
“What was that?” your voice was more tired than you meant it to be. 
“A holoprojector,” he admitted. “I think it might have broken since I caught it with my foot. Well, I mighta kicked it a little bit. But not on purpose! I was just trying to see the image a little closer."
You immediately knew the holoprojector he was talking about. It displayed an image of you and your best friend, taken just before you left Coruscant for your first mission with the GAR. Thinking about that day made your stomach tighten a bit with sadness and remembered nerves. You had been expecting a job planetside, helping out without going too far from home. But the GAR had needed you as an inventory specialist attached to the 501st, so your life had moved onto a ship. The only things you had left were memories and the few trinkets you had managed to sneak aboard the Resolute.
And now the holoprojector was broken.
“Did you lose a bet?” you asked snappishly, then immediately regretted it. Your next statement was accompanied by a forced smile in an effort to soften the harshness of your question. “You hate standing still, but you’ve been spending a lot of time with me lately. It won’t hurt my feelings if you would rather go to the gym, or hang out with one of your friends.”
“You are one of my friends,” Hardcase protested weakly.
“And I appreciate that, but we both know I’m boring.” Before he could argue against that statement, you pointedly added, “I don’t need an escort.”
“You don’t need-? Of course you- you don’t really want me hanging around. I know I’m loud and I break stuff.” Hardcase’s normally booming voice came out small, confused, and hurt.
You were swept away on an immediate tide of guilt and regret. You had been frustrated by your work and upset about losing a memento of time spent back home. All of that had bubbled up and made you lash out at Hardcase, a thoroughly undeserving target.
Visibly deflated, Hardcase said, “Thanks for letting me stick around for a while, anyway.”
Your heart lurched at the dejected way he walked to the door. Hardcase didn’t merely walk anywhere - he bounded, he strutted, he jogged. 
“Hardcase!” you called after him, and he paused just before he pressed the button that would let him out of your office, half-turning to listen while you spoke. “Hold on a minute, would you? I know I came off a little rude and I’m sorry, but I really want to know: if you hate the quiet so much, why do you want to be around me? I’m always quiet.”
“I know, and it’s great,” Hardcase explained, avoiding your eyes. “I don’t hate the quiet, I’m just bad at it. Wherever I go, I make noise. It was nice to be around someone like you. It’s… calm. I feel like I can relax around you.”
As surprised as you were, you couldn’t muster a response to his admission, not fast enough to keep him from trying to leave again.
“I’m sorry I broke your holoprojector,” he apologized. “I was just trying to see your image a little bit closer. You looked great. You always do.”
With that, Hardcase pressed the button that opened your office door. 
“Wait! Hardcase, please,” you begged, but he was already out of the room. You stared at the closed door for a long moment. There was a strong chance that he would forget all about this spat within days, if not hours. You could continue as you had in the past, or… 
You tossed your datapad onto the desk and rushed to the door. You could just make out Hardcase’s back moving in the opposite direction. It took a bit of inelegant jogging to catch up to him, but you managed it. 
“I think it’s nice to be around someone who isn’t afraid to make noise,” you blurted.
Hardcase paused, studying you intently. You had caught him off guard - you would bet the entirety of your meager paycheck that he hadn’t expected you to follow him. Hardcase never would have thought he was worth following after an argument, and your heart ached with that realization.
He was still watching you, gaze dark, so you pressed on. “I’m so worried about bothering people, about making any more noise than necessary. I admire you a lot. You never worry about stuff like that, and I think it’s wonderful. I always enjoy spending time with you because you inspire me to push my boundaries.”
“Then you didn’t want me to leave?” he asked skeptically, crossing his arms and tilting a hip into a stance of pure attitude.
“No! I just-” you took a deep breath and looked at the floor, a nervous smile fighting to sprout on your face. “I’m always worried that I’m boring you.”
Hardcase’s strong hands found their way to your shoulders in the next moment. Your eyes darted to his, and you were knocked momentarily breathless at the shock and pure joy on his expressive face. You had made him look that way, and it warmed you even as the fluttering nerves started in your stomach. He was standing so close.
“You like me,” Hardcase told you confidently, and the quivering nerves grew more intense. He grinned. “That’s good, because I like you, too.”
For a moment, it almost felt like the Resolute had dipped dangerously through the emptiness of space, but nothing else seemed to have been affected.
“Well,” you slowly said, “if you really don’t mind pushing boundaries, do you… Do you mind if I kiss you?”
Hardcase blinked rapidly at you. “You w- you want to kiss me?”
“It’s okay if you don’t want to!” you hurried to tell him. “I just-”
That was as far as you got before he had planted his mouth on yours. He was so very warm and his lips were soft. His hand crept up to rest just under your jaw while yours traveled of their own will to clutch at the back of his neck.
“Ugh, finally,” a voice grumbled from behind you. You and Hardcase broke apart, and you took a step away from him for fear of getting him into trouble, but Hardcase laced his fingers through yours, apparently unconcerned with the opinions of Jesse and Kix as they passed.
“Leave him alone,” Kix ordered, shoving Jesse’s shoulder. “Maybe he’ll finally stop asking advice about the best way to ask someone out.”
“You might have a point there,” Jesse admitted before shifting his attention back to you and Hardcase. “Congrats, you two! I’m happy for you!”
Did they think you two were together? Stars, you hadn’t even gotten that far yet. What if Hardcase wasn’t interested? You hastened to explain, “We aren’t-”
“Thanks!” Hardcase grinned, using your linked hands to pull you closer so that he could wrap an arm around your shoulders. You found yourself squeezed against his chest as he continued the conversation with his brothers. It was embarrassing and loud and so utterly Hardcase. 
You settled against Hardcase’s torso as the troopers kept talking, feeling his voice and laughter rumbling even through the plastoid of his armor. Eventually, you were brave enough to join the conversation with Hardcase’s brothers. They teased you a bit, but seemed to accept your relationship as something natural, even inevitable. It warmed your heart, and you stole a few glances up at Hardcase’s handsome face. More than once, you caught him staring down at you in return, seeming just as awestruck as you were.
In short, it was perfect, and you had never been happier.
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A/N - part of the Fluff Fics series found on my masterlist. Feel free to request your own from this prompt, or just send me a random request and I’ll do my best!
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magnoliasinbloom · 4 years ago
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AO3 :: Previously
TW: Violence
They enjoy each other one more time in the shower the next morning, Jamie taking her carefully from behind; he breathes, “I feel like God himself when I’m inside ye,” into her ear, while Claire laughs and gasps in equal measure as her hands scrabble helplessly against the slick tile wall.
Blissfully sated, they lounge about in hotel robes, devouring room service fare which Jamie charges to his own room. They talk of everything and nothing: movies, art, books, hobbies, happy memories from their childhood, favorite foods, anything but the upcoming investigation. Jamie and Claire crave normalcy, taking advantage of their idyllic London respite—pretending, Claire thinks; lying to himself, Jamie feels.
Real life comes roaring back when Jamie’s phone rings with an unknown London number.
“Hello?”
“Fraser, it’s John Grey from SCD.”
Something lurches in Jamie’s chest. Although he knows Murtagh has been in communication with Grey, the man has never contacted him directly, all parties involved deeming it too risky, should Jamie’s phone be intervened.
“How did ye—”
“Your uncle, of course. This is a secure line, don’t worry. I’m calling about Randall.”
Claire can barely hear the other voice on the phone, but Frank’s surname comes through clear as day. Jamie gestures for her to come closer, and says, “John, I’m putting ye on speaker.”
“Who else is there?” Grey immediately asks. “I don’t think—”
“It’s Randall’s ex-wife. She’s the one who set up the meeting.”
“Chief Grey, this is Claire Beauchamp.” There is a pause on either side. “What did Frank say?
“Well.” Grey gathers himself to continue. “He does move fast. We’ve been contacted by specialists tracking possible offshore accounts. We’re quite overworked at the department as it is, and Randall is proving a powerful ally.”
Jamie is relieved to hear this. It seems as though an end to all this fucked up situation is within sight. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up, but it’s hard not to do so, especially with Claire at his side.
John Grey prattles on about dates and documents, and urges them to maintain as low a profile as possible, particularly Jamie. Claire climbs off the bed, and while Jamie continues to listen to John, she begins to get dressed and pack her bag. Apparently, their carefree time together is up.
The return train trip goes by faster than she would have liked. Back in Glasgow, Jamie heads off to the Leoch building and Claire returns to her flat—as if they’d never spent time together, or declared their love for each other. It saddens her, but knows it’s necessary, at least for a while. While she sorts out next week’s hospital schedule, Geillis pesters her for details about the trip.
“So, did ye sleep together?”
“G, come on.” Claire waves her away, waiting for Mrs. Baird to check the logs.
“Ye’re not fooling me, ye ken, wi’ yer separate rooms nonsense. I can tell from a mile off that ye certainly had yer fun in London.”
“If you know, why are you even asking then?” Claire says exasperatedly. “We met with Frank, too. He agreed to help. Now we wait.”
“Och, Jesus,” Geillis says soberly. “I hope things work out for ye two, ye ken that, love.”
“I know.” Claire hugs her with one arm. “Even if you’re a nosy witch.”
X-x-X
“Jamie, the Mackenzie want to see you upstairs.” Louise pokes her head into his office, her faint French accent breaking into his reverie. His mind registers the request from his uncles and something in his wame sinks and rises with dread.
Jamie walks slowly to the elevator bank and swipes his ID card; he’s one of the few authorized for the meteoric rise to the penthouse office in the building. The doors open directly into a lavish sitting room; the first thing he notices is the spectacular view of the Glasgow sunset, clear of clouds and mist. The second is his uncles, Dougal standing by a massive desk and Colum, sitting in a comfortable-looking chair. His legs are hidden beneath a plaid blanket.
“Nephew. A dram?” Dougal’s deep brogue rumbles through the room. He gestures to a corner of the room and Jamie sees Angus Mohr, the MacKenzie strongman and mercenary, poised by the liquor cabinet. Jamie’s unease grows exponentially.
“No, Uncle, thank ye.”
“Ye might change yer mind, lad.” Dougal nods and Angus brings over a cut-crystal tumbler of darkly aged whisky. Colum remains impassive as Jamie sips the drink slowly.
“Why am I here?” Jamie asks finally, unable to bear the suspense. Dougal raises both bushy eyebrows, but defers to his brother.
“Your London trip. We ken all about her,” Colum states, and Jamie’s stomach flips. He thinks he might vomit as Colum goes on. “Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp, doctor, daughter to Henry and Julia Beauchamp, now deceased. Studied at Oxford. Need I go on?”
“No.” Jamie’s voice is strangled. Do they also know what they were doing in London? He doesn’t speak another word and his uncles glare at him.
“We gather yer inconvenient… condition… is no more?” Dougal asks, in a tone that indicates an affirmation, not a question.
“Uncle, ‘tis only—”
“A lie. O’ course. Ye forfeit yer duty to family to pursue a woman, this hoor—”
“Ye willna speak of her that way!” Jamie explodes, unable to contain himself any longer and terrified for Claire. He is torn between defending her and distancing himself from her to protect her.
“Nor will ye be seeing more of her, Jamie.” Colum nods in Angus’s direction and the burly man steps forward. He is holding a ball-peen hammer, thumbing lightly at the bright silver head.
“We will, of course, be speaking wi’ Laoghaire. Ye ken yer duty, and so does she. This will be a reminder to fulfill it, and for ye to think twice before betraying family.” Dougal marches towards Jamie and pulls him from the chair by the back of his shirt.
His natural instincts are to resist, but to no avail. Between the two of them, they drag Jamie over to the enormous stone fireplace. There is no fire in the grate, so they step quite close. His left hand is yanked onto the edge of the mantel, and held there fast in Dougal’s iron grip. Jamie’s head swims with thoughts of her, his brown-haired lass, as Angus swings the hammer down mercilessly and he screams.  
Jamie cradles his hand to his chest, bleeding all over himself. In the thrall of the excruciating pain of his mangled pinky and ring fingers, he does not notice anything at all: not the elevator ride down to the parking garage, nor being shoved into a black car. Only until he is tossed out on the curb does he realize it’s Queen Elizabeth University Hospital.
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youarejesting · 4 years ago
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[Full Master List] [Mania Master List]
Beta: N/A Rating: Mature 18+ Pairing: BTS OT7 Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Comedy, Omegaverse Words: 1.3k Blood types: Namjoon, Jhope, Jungkook, Yoongi (A) Taehyung (AB) Jin, Jimin and Yoongi (O) (Jimin in real life is an A blood type)
Summary: At eighteen everyone takes a blood test to find out their blood types. A, B, or O. Each blood type represents the person's secondary gender Alpha, Beta or Omega and can be Dominant (+) or Recessive (-). 
When small thin Yoongi receives his letter he doesn't expect A+. There was no way he was an Alpha especially not a dominant. But as time passes he shows no Alpha nor Omega tendencies and frankly he doesn't care. Working in his father's electrical business helps pay the bills but Yoongi's real passion is music. 
One very hot day in the roof space of a luxury apartment that Yoongi is rewiring an intoxicatingly pleasant smell churns his insides and he finds himself in need of something to quench his thirst.
[First] [Mania] [Next]
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Yoongi was guided by Seokjin's hands into an unfamiliar room, his heart beating out of his chest like it was trying to escape. Behind the haze of wanting to be mated, he cursed the stupid test. They said he was an alpha but they were wrong. They said he was going to be the one in control but it seemed he was the one losing complete control. Yoongi never groveled or begged but he could smell the faint alpha scent and more than that he just knew they were in the house. So he called for them. He cried out and pleaded for them to relieve the pain. He was scared.
“I want to go home!” He pleaded in a moment of clarity, he wanted the safety of his own room away from the unfamiliar scents and feelings. He wanted everything to stop, it was too much.
“See he doesn’t want to be here,” Jimin threw his arms up in the air exasperated, he turned to leave wanting this omega out of his territory as soon as possible, “I will send him home.”
Before he had the chance to leave the room, his exit was blocked by Seokjin who grabbed him  firmly, “If you open that door those alphas will barge in here, he is not in his right mind and he is scared. The Alphas in our band are not bad guys who would ever do something without consent,” Seokjin words came out harsh reprimanding the younger omega for being selfish, “don’t make them the bad guys here?”
“How do we help him?” Jimin sighed, "I am just confused why we are putting so much effort into protecting someone we don't even know." 
"I'm sorry," Yoongi's weak voice drifted towards them as feeble as a leaf fluttering in a gentle wind, destined to fall. Seokjin walked over, taking the Omega's hand and giving it a squeeze. Yoongi blinked through the ache in his abdomen and saw the older Omega dab the sweat from his face and reassure him that everything would be okay.
"Of course, Jimin is a kind-hearted person, and if he had seen you having your first heat he would help, but when it threatened his relationship with the Alpha’s, he grew a bit defensive." Seokjin said, "He knows deep down he wants to protect you and yet he just can't bring himself to open his hands or heart with fear of being betrayed. Omega’s and their Alphas are very territorial."
"I'm sorry," Yoongi repeatedly felt himself drift into a half conscious state, his eyes were too heavy to open and his body too heavy to move but his senses were still going strong.
“We will be here with you the whole time until your first heat passes,” Seokjin explained tiredly, getting some cool towels to help try to relive the heat.
The pain came in waves and they tried to get him to eat and drink when he plateaued between them, he had a few sips of water but it took a few waves for them to convince him to eat something only for him to bring it back up.
“He is in a lot of pain and he isn’t keeping anything down, so if we can’t calm him we will have to call an emergency doctor,” Seokjin expressed his concern and Yoongi knew if he had the strength to open his eyes this Omega's brows would be pressed together in worry. “It doesn’t look good at all?”
“I might have something that can help him calm down.” Jimin announced thoughtfully, before Yoongi heard the door open and shut. Jimin wasn't gone long or perhaps Yoongi had passed out at some point but the most pleasant of smells hit him. His eyes opened as clothes littered the bed and then the familiar spritz sound of a spray bottle. Yoongi felt his whole body relax, as pheromones filled the room lightly cutting though his haze with a thin blade of clarity. Jimin felt his body easy and the stress the three Omega's were holding seemed to melt away.
“Jimin, Thanks for helping?” Seokjin sighed as the scent hit him as well. The two Omega’s relaxed sitting comfortably on the bed around Yoongi. It took a lot more pills and pheromones before Yoongi’s heat began to weaken. By the time his heat had safely ended three days had passed. 
“How are you feeling?” Jimin smiled, laying beside him on the bed, somehow during the three days Yoongi had grown accustomed to Jimin's presence and he thought perhaps Jimin no longer felt threatened by his scent, maybe he could see him as a potential friend. 
Yoongi blushed, the two had spent each new morning talking about their favourite things, Yoongi confessed he loved making music, and Jimin asked to listen to some of his songs so finding some headphones the two shared them listening to some of Yoongi's favourite tracks. 
“These are really good,” Jimin enthused Yoongi still felt a little apprehensive about him, every smile felt more like fanservice. He didn't allow himself to dwell on these thoughts instead focusing on the pretty Omega beside him wiggling to the beat and enjoying Yoongi's fast and yet intricate raps. "I like this one a lot."
“You are just saying that, it’s definitely not as good as your music, that’s why I am an electrician and not a producer” Yoongi sat up stretching, he felt his muscles ache and his bones creaking. It was the first time he felt the strength to sit up and he could already hear his bed at home calling for him. 
Unsure about when he would be deemed safe enough to leave, he was leaving it up to the Omega's more accustomed to heats and pheromones. Seokjin poked his head inside with a funny expression that almost made Yoongi laugh. Yoongi thought of himself as a quiet person. He rarely ever smiled, but he found around his two newly acquired friends he was on the edge.
“What were you talking about?” Seokjin asked, brandishing a serving dish containing a few blueberry muffins, fresh fruit, saltines, and cheese cubes. "I didn't know what you would like but I knew you would be hungry.
“Thank you” Yoongi thanked the man sincerely before eating the muffin in mere seconds not realising how hungry he was from his heat. They laughed and Jimin began handing him more and more foods, seemingly happy to watch him eat.
“Jimin you are being creepy,” Seokjin said, almost warning him to back off.
“He is just excited to see me leave,” Yoongi said quietly, “I think you must be really popular Jimin, you are very pretty and have a lovely voice, from what I heard, you were singing to me every night when Seokjin fell asleep. I like your voice a lot. It is sweet.”
Jimin blushed at the compliment and froze, “I wasn’t trying to rush you to leave,” his voice was small, almost guilty like he was trying to deny it. “I like your songs, maybe we could collaborate on something.”
“Maybe, someday.” Yoongi stood up, and collected his things off the bedside, he looked at the two and nodded, “Thank you for taking care of me, and sorry that you had to take care of me.”
“It was no trouble at all, if you would like, I can drop you off at your house and make sure you get back safe.” Seokjin smiled, “Also I booked you in at a specialist as yours is a rather special case, the doctor is really good and will get you some medication that will suppress your heat and make things more bearable and ease to manage.”
Seokjin handed Yoongi a card after writing the appointment date on the back, Yoongi followed the two Omega's to their vehicle and they dropped him off with a wave.
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Are you guys gonna miss RB now he's going to leave so soon?
I... Rem whimpers, eyes suddenly swimming with tears. I'm gonna miss him... So much...!
Rocket pets Rem's hair reassuringly. Hey, it's not like we're never going to see him again. He smiles apologetically up at RB. We know you're not gonna forget us.
O-Of course not! RB exclaims, moving to sit up straighter where he was reclined next to Rex, frowning at Rem with concern.
I... may not remember tonight very well, but I'll never forget you Remmm!! And I'll be back! I'll figure out a way back to see ya, I promise!
Rem gets up from the loveseat he was sitting on with Rocket to stumble over to the couch instead, flopping down next to RB on his other side. I'll... mmmake sure you do!
"Uh huh?" Rex tilts his head to give Rem a wobbly smirk. "H-how you gonna do that exactly?"
I'll... c-call him evvvvvery day... 'til he comes to see us again. 💕 Rem nuzzles into RB's side, closing his eyes and sighing.
Oh my, his poor phone bill,~ Rocket jokes, winking at RB.
RB hugs him tight, squeezing his friend with all his love and might, as he drunkenly nuzzled into him too. I don' care about a bill! I'd pay... All the bazillions just to call you, even once!!
Right! Mee too!! Rem insists. You're my... my Ultra Special Bestest Friend!!
Wow. High praise, Rocket mutters, raising an eyebrow.
And yur mine too Rem!! RB says, a little wavery as a few emotional tears gather around his eyes. It was a lot for a not very sober man to handle, all those feelings of sadness and confusion and worry if he'd see them again, or how long it'd be until he did.
Rem is quiet for a few moments, the only sounds he made being his quiet sniffles. In his inebriated state, it was pretty hard to keep his own emotions in check, much less be able to sort through them and identify them... Right now, all he knew that he was feeling was a deep love for his friend RB, and sorrow at the thought that this might be their last goodbye.
Who knows... When we'll see you again... Maybe never ever..... We don't know, he laments, before plopping his head on RB's shoulder. He gives him a warm smile, trying to blink away his tears as he did. ... I wanna... give you a biiiiiig kiss for you to remember me by...!!~
Rocket was too busy burying his laughter, and Rex was too interested to see how RB would respond to that, for either of them to comment.
RB blushes, thinking deeply about that for a moment... Before quickly deciding that, if it would make his friend happy, and maybe he'd find it easier to say goodbye, that it was worth it.
Like... Like a friend kiss, right? He asked, just to clarify. If it was a romantic one, he didn't think Lucy would like it, but, a friend one would be okay! At least by his drunk logic.
Yeah. Ultra... Specialist friend kiss, Rem agrees, smiling adoringly up at him.
Rocket is wheezing at this point, shaking slightly from the effort of not busting into peals of laughter. Ah, well, drunken kissing was drunken kissing! May as well let them have this!! It'd make for a funny story to tell them later!!
Rem suddenly leans in to RB, softly pressing his lips against his, hands planted on RB's leg.
Rex gives a startled yelp of a laugh, eyes wide, not having expected them to follow through on that.
RB closes his eyes, leaning in as well, as he sighs softly and contently through his nose, feeling utterly relaxed, happy, and blissfully unaware of any flustered embarrassment his sober self might feel later.
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nakedmossy · 5 years ago
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Depth Over Distance - Part Two [Rudy x Reader]
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[A/N: I haven’t found a hometown Rudy fic yet soooo I wrote one. I have no idea where this story is going to go and I’m honestly finding it hard to get out of writing JJ and get into writing Rudy, but here we go anyways. I wanted to write something where the reader and Rudy were hometown friends before he moved to LA, and to explore the idea of how that would change/what it would look like when he comes back. Get ready for a S L O W. B U R N. my dudes. Peace and love, Mossy x]
You blinked a few times and looked around you, realizing you were on the beach still, empty beer cans scattered on the blanket around you. You took a moment to sit up and rub your face before looking up at him, where he stood perfectly still above you, arms crossed, looking down with a grin on his face.
“What the f...” You trailed off, looking around you again. “I’m on the beach”
“That you are”
“You’re on the beach”
“That I am”
“What are you doing on the beach?”
Rudy looked down at you, amused, and took his hat off to run a hand through his hair before sitting down next to you.
“Not quite how I imagined you reacting after 4 years but...” He looked over and smiled again, you smiled back as you both opened your arms, leaning into a deep hug.
“Ooooh man, it is good to see you, Y/N” He said into your neck as he squeezed you, a classic Rudy bear hug, lung crushing and comforting.
“Hi Rudy” You mumbled into his neck and pressed into him deeper. “Where you been?”
It was a rhetorical question, it wasn’t as if you both hadn’t been keeping tabs on each other for the last few years on instagram and facebook. When you broke apart from the hug, Rudy sniffled and nodded at the one remaining full beer can that sat in the sand beside your backpack.
“Party fowl” He said in a lighthearted tone. You smiled and readjusted your position to face him instead of the water. 
“You’re here early.” You said, taking him all in. He looked mostly the same...with the addition of a slightly better hair cut and some more defined facial features. All traces of baby fat were gone.
“Actually I’m here on time...Alan messed up the flight schedule in his calendar. Had to get a car at the airport and drive myself here last night, caught the ferry this morning.”
You nodded along to his narrative, trying not to stare at his chiselled jawline. When did that even happen? You finally registered what he said and did a double take.
“You took the ferry this morning? And the first place you came was...the beach?” You looked at him sceptically now. He shook his head and laughed airily.  
“Actually the first place I went was your house. But your car wasn’t there so I drove to all the usual spots until I found it.”
You considered this for a second, watching him blankly. 
“Seriously?” You said after a few moments. “I thought you would have...I mean, where are your parents?”
“They’re at home...but you know how my dad is in the morning.” He joked before looking out over the water. After a few seconds of confused silence and you staring at him, not able to place if he was joking or being serious, he looked back over at you.
“Truthfully...I wanted to come say hi to you before people knew I was back. My dad has this whole...list...of things to do, and places to visit, and people to see over the next couple weeks, honestly its going to be hard to find time to sleep knowing his militaristic tendencies.”
Your face softened and you picked at a piece of fabric on the blanket, watching him. The morning air was cool and your cheeks were flushed, you could feel it. The mist was starting to creep down through the tree line closer to you, but you could only see that through your peripherals. Your entire line of vision was consumed by Rudy’s light grey long sleeve shirt and red and white trucker hat, two pieces he had left home with 4 years ago.
“What?” He asked quietly after a few minutes of your eyes focussed on him.
“Nothing, sorry. Nothing” You looked at your feet before looking out over the water and back to him. “It’s just...weird seeing you here. I don’t know, I mean we’ve hardly talked for more than 5 minutes over the last couple years and now you’re sitting beside me. It feels like yesterday but, so much has ...changed...since the last time you were on this beach.” 
You recalled the memory of him standing in front of you, hands in his pockets, telling you he was leaving the next morning, he had booked an earlier flight than originally planned. It had been pouring rain and he had come to say goodbye, but you were heartbroken and couldn’t say it back. He planted a kiss on your forehead after hugging you, then disappeared down the trail in his hiking boots and backwards hat. You sat down on a log when he left and didn’t get back up until the next day. You hadn’t gone to the ferry to say goodbye. You always regretted that.
You looked back at Rudy now, and found him looking at you with an expression of concern.
“What?” You asked apprehensively
“You look...different” he said gently, his eyes staying on your face.
He knew about the specialists and the “health scare” as you had called it, so it wasn’t as if any of this was a surprise to him...but you figured it might be weird seeing you in person, looking the way you did, for the first time. You chewed on your bottom lip and forced out a pleasant smile, looking down at the sand and fiddling with a pebble.
“Well, you know...a lot can change in 4 years” You said quietly. He was watching you closely now, waiting. You tried to shove off his inquiring glance and inquisitive silence by diverting the conversation back to him.
“You, on the other hand, look completely the same and I am tremendously disappointed. Where is your movie star outfit and your entourage of big men in black suits?” You joked, bumping his shoulder. He smiled and looked down, shaking his head.
“I’m not a movie star” He said quietly, picking at the sand around his feet.
“Really? Has anyone told your dad that?” You laughed. Rudy laughed too, then leaned back onto his elbows and tipped his head back, the sun kissing his skin.
He was so much more tan than he had ever been living in Alaska. His skin was glowing and his hair was lightened on the tips, as if he had just walked off a beach in the Caribbean. You scanned him from head to toe, noting that his jaw wasn’t the only thing that had gotten more...defined. He had always been fit, but the way the fabric of his shirt fell in the crevices between his abs, outlining his 8-pack, was more...noticeable, than you remembered it.
“How are you, though. Really.” He looked up at the side of your head and waited for you to speak. You blinked and looked away, trying to swallow but failing, resulting in a coughing spasm to clear your throat.
You didn’t want to get into it now, he had just gotten home, and for some reason he had come to see you first out of everyone in town who would be just as happy to see him. The last thing either of you needed was to drag up the drama you had been engulfed in for the last few years.
“You know...good. Fine.” You nodded, throwing the pebble you had been playing with away and towards the water. “Working...spending a lot of time with my dad...he has some family from Germany here this weekend and I’ve been graced Captain for the trip...I guess Sylvan walked out on him a few days ago.”
Rudy nodded his head, knowing exactly who you were talking about. You had done the trips up the coast with your dad more times than you could count, Rudy had been on more than half of them with you.
“And sleeping on the beach? That a thing you do now?” He prodded, half seriously.
“Ha ha.” You retorted, grabbing another rock and throwing it into the water. It made a hollow plunk as bubbles surfaced. “No”
“Good”
“How are you? How is the City of Angels?”
You expected him to start gushing profusely about the warm weather and palm trees, or boast about all his friends, or brag about the constant flow of jobs he being getting offered since his TV show blew up internationally. Or ...maybe the money, if nothing else. Instead, he sat up and rested his arms on his knees, his face shadowed with something uneasy, a darkness in his eyes.
“Rude?” You asked quietly after a few long seconds of silence.
His eyes flicked to you briefly and he smiled shallowly before grabbing another rock and throwing it so hard into the water it created a small wave. He sighed deeply and shrugged his shoulders before turning to look at you. His voice was sad when he spoke.
“I needed to come home for a bit.” He looked deeply at you then, something heavy in your chest when you saw his eyes wet with tears. “I needed my friend.” 
The expression on his face and the way his shoulders seemed to sag forward hit you so hard that you impulsively leaned forward and buried him in a hug, feeling him relax slightly before his shoulders started to rock and you felt him hiccup. He was crying.
“Rude-“ You started, feeling him squeeze you tighter as you rubbed his back slowly. “What’s going on...”
He shook his head in your shoulder and kept his face buried, still hugging you tightly. You felt his hands move slowly up and down your back along your ribs, which lived just below the skin now. You didn’t think about how different your body looked and felt that often anymore...it had become the norm to everyone around you by this point. Now, as Rudy’s hands moved along your back, feeling your exposed ribs and spine, exploring them with his fingers as if he was feeling them for the first time (which he sorta was), you remembered just how different your last hug with him had felt. You were a different person then.
After a few moments of silence he brought his face out and rested his chin on your shoulder, his breathing slow in your embrace. He sniffed before speaking.
“I never appreciated this place the way I should have, you know? I never appreciated any of this the way I should have.” He said darkly. You understood his meaning.
You broke the hug, against his opposition, and leaned back far enough to look at his face, your hands moving to his cheeks. Seeing him so sad and so unlike his usual light and happy self rocked you, you felt a lump in your throat. Your thumbs stroked the skin under his eyes.
“What is going on?” You begged, praying he would open up and explain what had him so wrapped up and overwhelmed. He dipped his head into your palm and closed his eyes, then pushed out a smile before grabbing each other your hands and pulling them into his lap, squeezing them.
“Its just good to be home, I really missed it.” He whispered, his eyes darting back and forth with your own and scanning your face. “I missed you.”
You frowned and shook your head lightly, he pulled you into another hug before standing up and offering his hand to help you get up.
“Now what do you say we go see my parents and steal some breakfast?” He smiled, wiping his face and blinking the brief darkness away.
You nodded silently, bending down to collect your stuff. Rudy grabbed the empty cans and shoved them in his pockets, helping you fold the blanket up. You walked side by side down the beach towards the trailhead back to the parking lot. You could feel Rudy’s gaze on you every few seconds, his towering 6ft stature always creating shadows over you.
“How long are you staying?” You finally broke the silence, looking up at him over your shoulder. He shrugged.
“Depends...a few weeks for sure. Probably months. Haven’t nailed down the details with my agent yet...but so far I don't have to be back in LA until the fall.”
“So we have some time?” Your voice sounded sheepish and small. Rudy looked down at you and something flashed across his face before he nodded and slung an arm around your shoulders. 
“Ya, we have some time.”
You rounded the corner then and emerged from the trail into the parking lot, staring at your cars for a second. Rudy looked at your car and you could see him inhale deeply, smiling beside you.
“My door handle still broken?” He asked, wandering around to inspect the passenger side. 
You nodded, smiling. My door. He hadn’t been in your car in 4 years, but he still referred to the passenger side as his own. It was like everything had changed and nothing had changed at the same time. He walked back and passed you the beach blanket.
“Ill meet you there?” You shifted on your feet as he pulled his keys out of his pocket.
“See you in 5” He winked then walked towards his rental car, flipping his sunglasses on before climbing in the drivers seat.
You watched him peel out of the parking lot and onto the road that both of you had driven so many times you could practically drive it with your eyes closed. Waving once, you climbed into your own car, closing the door and releasing the breath you had been holding since you woke up. When you had given yourself a few seconds to regain your senses, you started your car and took off down the road, following the boy you had followed your whole life.
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vitanitf · 3 years ago
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BASIC QUESTIONS
First name? “Vitani.”
Surname? “Leu.”
Middle names? “Alala.”
Nicknames? “V.”
Date of birth? “August 20th, 1998.”
Age? “Twenty two.”
PHYSICAL / APPEARANCE
Height? “5′4.”
Weight? “121 pounds.”
Build? “Athletic.”
Hair color? “Pink right now.”
Hair style? “Buzzcut.”
Eye color? “Brown.”
Eye shape? “Shit, I don’t know. Deep set?”
Glasses or contact lenses? “I wasn’t born with no weak ass eyes.”
Distinguishing facial features? “Freckles.”
Which facial feature is most prominent? “My jawline.”
Which bodily feature is most prominent? “While I’d love to say my ass, I think it would be my arms.”
Other distinguishing features? “A shit ton of little scars.”
Skin? “Light.”
Hands? “Strong.”
Make up? “I do eyes and lips, that’s all. Eyeliner, lipstick. Eyeshadow and mascara if I’m feeling frisky.”
Scars? “Trust me, honey, someone like me has a lot of those.”
Birthmarks? “Wouldn’t you like to see?”
Tattoos? “None. Yet.”
Physical handicaps? “Non-existent.”
Type of clothes? “Depends on what kind of mood I’m in.”
How do you wear your clothes? “I’m guilty of a little tailoring if needed.”
What are your feet like? “What the fuck? Weirdo. Good enough, why? You want pictures?”
Race / Ethnicity? “Half black, half white.”
Mannerisms? “I’m a shifter. Always moving my weight from one leg to the other.”
Are you in good health? “Better be. I ain’t worked my ass off for nothing.”
Do you have any disabilities? “No.”
PERSONALITY
What words or phrases do you overuse? “Fuck, shit, Hell, ass, damn. Bitch too, if you catch me in a bad mood.”
Do you have a catchphrase? “What kind of cheesy ass bullshit would that be?”
Are you more optimistic or pessimistic? “Pessimistic.”
Are you introverted or extroverted? “Introverted.”
Do you ever put on airs? “Sometimes it’s necessary.”
What bad habits do you have? “Saying inappropriate things at inappropriate times. Wanting to punch something when I get pissed.”
What makes you laugh out loud? “People falling. Gets me every time.”
How do you display affection? “I don’t.”
Mental handicaps? “Listen, if I didn’t have any of those after my childhood, I’d be fucking unstoppable, huh?”
How do you want to be seen by others? “Important.”
How do you see yourself? “Lost.”
How are you seen by others? “Intimidating.”
Strongest character trait? “My independence.”
Weakest character trait? “My stubbornness.”
How competitive are you? “Hella.”
Do you make snap judgements or take time to consider? “I make snap judgements. I’m working on it, alright?”
How do you react to praise? “If I ever get any, I’ll let you know.”
How do you react to criticism? “I either get pissed or I try to do better. Or both. Usually both.”
What is your greatest fear? “That I can’t stop myself from turning into my mom.”
What are your biggest secrets? “I’ve done a lot of shit I’ll never repeat. I can’t.”
What is your philosophy of life? “I don’t know anymore. I’m just trying to go day by day.”
When was the last time you cried? “When I ended up at Kiara’s after beating the shit out of some poor girl in a club. First and last time I ever remember crying.”
What haunts you? “My past. A lot of it.”
What are your political views? “Anyone but Scar.”
What will you stand up for? “My beliefs, no matter how twisted or wrong or confused they may be. I think I’ve proved that point.”
Who do you quote? “No one.”
Are you indoorsy or outdoorsy? “Outdoorsy. I hate being inside too long. It feels like being a wild animal trapped in some tiny enclosure. I can’t stand it.”
What is your sinful little habit? “Oh, baby, I’ve got plenty of those.”
What sense do you most rely on? “You have to rely on all of them to get by. You can’t pick and choose. You have to keep them all sharp.”
How do you treat people better than them? “Excuse me? Who are you saying is better than me? At what?”
How do you treat people worse than them? “Depends what they’re worse at.”
What quality do you most value in a friend? “If I had friends, I assume it would be loyalty.”
What do you consider an overrated virtue? “Kindness.”
If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? “I’d like to be content in my skin, not have to strive for approval anymore. It’s a hard habit o shake.”
What is your obsession? “Knives. God, I love knives.”
What are your pet peeves? “Hypocrites. Cutting in line. Loud ringers. Pop music. Too much traffic. Goody two shoes.”
What are your idiosyncrasies? “I lick my lips too damn much.”
FRIENDS AND FAMILY
Is your family big or small? Who does it consist of? “As far as I’m concerned, there’s Nuka. That’s it.”
What is your perception of family? “It’s fucked up, it’s a trap, and you’re better off if you never have any.”
Do you have siblings? Older or younger? “Two brothers. I’m the middle child.”
Describe your best friend. “I don’t have one.”
Ideal best friend? “Someone that wouldn’t annoy the Hell out of me.”
Describe your other friends. “I don’t have friends.”
Describe your acquaintances. “Okay, those. They’re cool. I’d put Penelope, Sadie and my boss on that list.” 
Do you have any pets? “No.”
Who are your natural allies? “My brother.”
Who are your surprising allies? “I guess you could say Kiara.”
PAST AND FUTURE
What were you like as a baby? As a child? “Fucked up. I didn’t play with other kids. I wasn’t allowed to have friends. I went to school, I trained, I went to bed. A lot of times without dinner. I spent I don’t know how many nights listening to gunshots hoping we weren’t next. So, yeah. Fucked up.”
Did you grow up rich or poor? “Poor.”
Did you grow up nurtured or neglected? “What do you think?”
What is the most offensive thing you ever said? “How long do you got?”
What is your greatest achievement? “Making it out of that shithole alive.”
What was your first kiss like? “It wasn’t even a first kiss, it was a make out session during sex. I’ve never been kissed just to be kissed.”
What is the worst thing you did to someone you loved? “I let my family treat Nuka like shit, then I let him leave and I didn’t follow. I didn’t check up on him. I guess I thought… I guess I didn’t realize I had a choice, or how clear the right one was. There’s no excuse. I should’ve stood up for him.”
What are your ambitions? “I just want to do better.”
What advice would you give your younger self? “Run. As soon as you can, run as far as you can get. It has to be better than this.”
What smells remind you of your childhood? “Copper, mildew, sulfur and smoke.”
What was your childhood ambition? “To make mama and Scar proud.”
What is your best childhood memory? “You’re going to think I’m shitting you if I say I don’t have one, but I don’t have one.”
What is your worst childhood memory? “Oh, those, I’ve got a whole notebook of those.”
Did you have an imaginary childhood friend? “No.”
When was the last time you were crushed with disappointment? “When I was told to leave. Do you know what it feels like realizing your entire life was a goddamn lie? It’s maddening.”
What past act are you most ashamed of? “Thinking it was okay to live the way I was living.”
What past act are you most proud of? “Deciding I was going to move and move on. It took a push, but I decided to be a bigger person. I did that.”
Has anyone ever saved your life? “More than a few times. Where I grew up, if you’re not saving one another, you’re all fucked.”
Strongest childhood memory? “It was storming. We didn’t have any candles or lamps or nightlights. I remember wanting to run to Kovu’s room. I was so scared I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I was just a kid… but I wasn’t allowed to be scared. So I laid there watching the lightning until I fell asleep.”
LOVE
Do you believe in love at first sight? “No.”
Are you in a relationship? “No.”
How do you behave in a relationship? “I wouldn’t know.”
When did you last have sex? “It’s been… what, a week?”
What sort of sex do you have? “I’m a little kinky. I’ll leave it at that.”
Have you ever been in love? “Hell no.”
Have you ever had your heart broken? “If you want to call it that.”
CONFLICT
How do you respond to a threat? “Threaten back.”
Are you most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? “Fists, but I can multitask if you want to keep it interesting.”
What is your kryptonite? “A hot girl. I’m putty in her hands.”
If you could only save one thing from your burning house, what would it be? “I don’t have anything worth saving.”
How do you perceive strangers? “Threats until proven otherwise.”
What do you love to hate? “Cockiness. It can be pretty damn sexy.”
What are your phobias? “I don’t have any.”
What is your choice of weapon? “Guns are more effective, but I’m a knife kid through and through.”
What living person do you most despise? “Zira.”
Have you ever been bullied or teased? “Kids were too afraid of me to tease me.”
Where do you go when you’re angry? “I’m trying to remember to just go away. Take a deep breath, count to ten, chill the fuck out. It’s really fucking hard.”
Who are your enemies and why? “The outsiders. I wasted two decades fighting tooth and nail for them. I put my life on the line. I gave them everything I had and more, and they turned their back on me. They can all rot in Hell.”
WORK, EDUCATION AND HOBBIES
What is your current job? “I’m a bartender at the Pit Stop.”
What do you think about their current job? “It’s not a bad job. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not glamorous, but it pays the bills. The guy hired me on the spot. No experience. No nothing. I’ve got a lot of respect for Mr. McQueen.”
What are some of your past jobs? “You don’t wanna know.”
What are your hobbies? “It all revolves around combat training.”
Educational background? “High school GED.”
Intelligence level? “Higher than yours.”
Do you have any specialist training? “Twenty fucking years of it.”
Do you have a natural talent for something? “Yeah, martial arts and spear throwing.”
Do you play a sport? Are you any good? “I don’t play any sports, but trust me, I’d be good.”
What is your socioeconomic status? “I got too much other shit to worry about. Check back in a year or two.”
FAVORITES
What is your favorite animal? “Lions.”
Which animal do you dislike the most? “Giraffes. What do they even do with those long ass necks? Eat leaves? What a waste.”
What place would you most like to visit? “Africa.”
What is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen? “Don’t you dare laugh at me. I’ll fuck you up. There’s something about sunsets that always stops me in my tracks. I’m serious, not a giggle.”
What is your favorite song? “I don’t listen to music.”
Music, art, reading preferred? “Art.”
What is your favorite color? “Red.”
What is your password? “And why would I tell you that?” (576342rtsyssy572xlc2l)
Favorite food: “I’m partial to steak.”
What is your favorite work of art? “Dunno.”
Who is your favorite artist? “Dunno times two.”
What is your favorite day of the week? “There’s something about Thursdays that just feel right.”
POSSESSIONS
What is in your fridge? “I’m not gonna lie, it’s running low right now. I know there’s some strawberries and half a carton of milk left, probably not much else of mine.”
What is on your bedside table? “Glass of water, earbuds, phone charger, pocket knife, wallet. There’s a pistol in the drawer, but you didn’t hear that from me.”
What is in your car? “Don’t have one, but I left a spare charger in Nuka’s.”
What is in your bin? “It’s empty.”
What is in your purse or wallet? “ID. Fake ID, just in case. Cash. Debit card, credit card. Some grocery rewards card I got talked into signing up for. Oh, and a coupon for Fudge Stripes, I need to remember to get those before it expires.”
What is in your pockets? “A knife.”
What is your most treasured possession? “My most expensive sword. It’s not that expensive, I found it at a thrift store, but I fixed that baby up.”
SPIRITUALITY
Who or what is your guardian angel? “I’m not buying that I have one.”
Do you believe in the afterlife? “There’s gotta be something. There’s too many people I know that deserve to burn in Hell.”
What are your religious views? “Don’t really have any.”
What do you think heaven is? “Dunno.”
What do you think hell is? “A well deserved torture chamber.”
Are you superstitious? “Eh.”
What would you like to be reincarnated as? “Some big cat. That’d be really fucking cool. If not a lion, a tiger or a cougar or something. But not in a zoo. Hell no.”
How would you like to die? “I hope I go out in a blaze of glory.”
What is your spirit animal? “Lioness.”
What is your zodiac sign? “Leo.”
VALUES
What do you think is the worst thing that can be done to a person? “Taking everything from them.”
What is your view of ‘freedom’? “Not being forced to do anyone’s biding.”
When did you last lie? “It’s been awhile now.”
What’s your view of lying? “Don’t lie to me. Sometimes it’s gotta be done. But don’t you dare lie to me.”
When did you last make a promise? “I don’t make promises.”
Did you keep or break their last promise? “I’d probably break them. That’s why I don’t make promises.”
DAILY LIFE
What are your eating habits? “I have trouble remembering to eat, so sit’s a little sketchy, I’m working on it.”
Do you have any allergies? “Nope.”
Describe your home. “It’s not much, but it’s more than I’ve ever had.”
Are you a minimalist or a clutter hoarder? “I’m a minimalist.”
What do you do first thing on a weekday morning? “Look outside.”
What do you do on a Sunday afternoon? “Work, usually.”
What do you do on a Friday night? “Stay up too late.”
What is your soft drink of choice? “I don’t like soda.”
What is your alcoholic drink of choice? “I lack too much experience to choose.”
MISCELLANEOUS
What or who would you dress up as for Halloween? “Dressed up as a kickboxer once, I think that’s it.”
Are you comfortable with technology? “Yeah. I guess. What does that mean?”
If you could save one person, who would it be? “Nuka.”
If you could call one person for help, who would it be? “Nuka.”
What is your greatest extravagance? “Don’t have much of one.”
What is your greatest regret? “Wasting so much of my life to come out empty handed.”
What is your perception of redemption? “All I know is I’m trying.”
What would you do if you won the lottery? “Buy Nuka and I a real place instead of an apartment.”
What is your favorite fairytale? “Hansel and Gretel.”
What fairytale do you hate? “Jack and the Beanstalk. It’s fucking stupid.”
Do you believe in happy endings? “No.”
What is your idea of perfect happiness? “I don’t know if it exists.”
What would you ask a fortune teller? “Where do I end up?”
If you could travel through time, where would you go? “Back to the start. Redo it all. Right this time.”
What sport do you excel at? “Never played much sports.”
What sport do you suck at? “I don’t.”
If you could have a superpower, what would you choose? “Shapeshifting. That’d be fucking cool. Turn into a mouse, squeeze in a crack, turn into a bear and rip someone’s fucking face off if you need to.”
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shhhlikeme · 5 years ago
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Can u do a headcanon of some haikyuu boys (kageyama,akaashi,iwaizumi,ushijima)having a gf with an eating disorder.Its okay if not.Tysm love ur writing btw:))❤️
Thank you sweetheart! ❤️ I sure can. Wishing anyone going through this all the best. Private message me for crisis resources.
Disclaimer: I am not trying to claim that I know anything about Eating Disorders (ED) my intention is only to hopefully make a reader smile by replying to this request. I sincerely hope I don’t offend anyone.
Ushijima | Kageyama | Akaashi | Uwaizumi x S/O with an Eating Disorder
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Kageyama
The same way he is determined to be the best at volleyball, he would be just as incredibly determined to help you get through this chapter in your life
And yes he always makes sure to refer to your ED as a “chapter” because he believes chapters can be closed and he promises you will get better one day
He’s so convincing you start to believe him
His belief in you is so infectious that you unintentionally inch toward putting your ED behind you.
Even though you live pretty far from him he walks you all the way home everyday to make sure you’re okay
Sometimes he wakes up early to walk you to school as well and even after you beat the ED he continues to do this
He skips practice or a game whenever you need him even though you tell him not to
Constantly checking up on you but never to the point where you need him to stop
He tells you that there is absolutely no rush to recovery and to go at your own pace however he sternly needs you to promise that you at the very least want to get better and that’s enough for him
Despite your ED insecurities, He doesn’t treat you like a case, he’s still the best boyfriend who makes every day brighter than yesterday so that you want to continue to spend your days with him
Akaashi
He understands that it is imperative that he keeps your eating disorder a secret because you asked him to
He is your calm through the storm. When you are having an episode he is so serene and soothing while he rubs your back and tells you how much you mean to him .... having him there helps a lot
Created a ‘code word’ for the two of you to use in public or at a social event when you feel you are about to have an episode or may be tempted to..... so that he can skillfully excuse you both and make a fast departure. You feel less anxiety in public because of this
He reads up on everything there is to know about your eating disorder every night so that he is prepared in various circumstances
At some point he decides to go into Pre-Med to devote himself to finding cures for EDs
He wants to help you so bad and sometimes he stays awake at night for hours wondering how he can steer you away from what’s hurting you
He tells you everyday more like every second how beautiful you are but rarely if ever specifies anything physical, only calling out your internal attributes that he’s in love with so that you key in on the fact that beauty is only skin deep
Luckily, he is very vocal with you and tells you what it’s doing to him to see you going through it and you both wrap yourselves in each other’s arms until you feel better. It’s soothing
He talks you into seeing a specialist, and he makes sure to sit in the waiting room during your time in there so that his smile can be the first thing you see when you walk out
Iwaizumi
Even though he says he will keep it a secret, he goes behind your back and asks his big sister for help and advice because she had gone through the exact same eating disorder
Your boyfriend is very nervous about telling someone else because he doesn’t want you to dump him so he only tells his sis the basics then asks her to write you a sealed letter so that he wasn’t overstepping. Respectfully, he never opened that letter and gave it directly to you one day
“This is for you, Y/N. I‘m worried about you. I really really hope you don’t break up with me.”
Instead of confrontation which you wouldn’t have liked, his sister had written you a letter detailing her understanding of your eating disorder and wrote things she herself did to get out from that dark time. She specified how much better life is post-ED. In the letter she begs you not to be mad at her brother because looking back she wishes she hadn’t dealt with it alone for so long because when it came out her brother was her backbone
Iwaizumi apologizes profusely for telling your secret but it was for the best
When things get better and you follow in his sisters steps to recovery, Iwaizumi attends all of your appointments and while you’re in there he goes to the shops nearby to get you cute trinkets so that you smile each time you come out
He is such a supportive, loving boyfriend in which when he sees you staring at food apprehensively he makes sure to hit shittycawa upside his head just to make you laugh instead
He constantly checks in with his sister to make sure he is doing the right things. When it comes to you all he ever wants to do is the right thing.
Ushijima
When you tell your boyfriend Ushijima about you ED his face softens before he kisses your forehead and admits that he already knew
He asks you if there is anything that he can do and you replied that you need him to just be him because that’s why you fell in love with him 
he took that advice very seriously
Ushijima, coming from wealth, immediately went home and paid for the top specialists and treatment centres in the country to aid in your recovery.
Before you argue just know everything is non refundable and that it is available when you are ready - he wasn’t going to force you
Of course, after some time when you tell him that you are ready to start treatment you are awarded with his usual stoic expression breaking out into a handsome ear-to-ear smile
He’s gorgeous
You will do anything to see him smile like that again,
And you do. Because every time you reach a “sober” milestone he smiles just like that and tells you how proud he is to have such a strong love of his life
Ushijima makes a small bet with you that on your good days (which means a day without an episode) He will put $10 into a bae-cation travel fund to your dream destination anywhere in the world. On your “bad” days (when/if your ED does get the best of you), he puts in $5.
Your man’s purpose of this is not only to give you an incentive to strive for health but more importantly he wants you to know that No matter what — whether you get better or not — he will still be taking you on your dream getaway because none of this is your fault and you deserve it. 
No matter what.
He never admits to you that that $10 entry he promised is really $100-per-good-day and that that $5 entry is really $50-per-bad-day until it’s too late to yell at him for spending so much money on you because
 “Y/N, you better hurry up and pack because our flight leaves in 12 hours.”
Your pouting doesn’t last long on the flight because your broody man was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and an oversized floppy sunhat. you could just eat him right up
He loves you more than anything and, eating disorder or not— nothing about you is going to change that.
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I saw [TESSA RICHARDS] at a coffee shop in [MANHATTAN] today. I forgot how much [SHE] looks like [ZOEY DEUTCH]. They are a [TWENTY-SIX] year old [CHILD LIFE SPECIALIST] who’s been in NYC for [THREE YEARS] now. Every time we run into each other, they are always [TENDERHEARTED AND NURTURING] but I’ve heard people say they can also be [BLUNT AND GUARDED]. [SHE IS LOVE BY PARACHUTE] reminds me of them every time it comes on the radio. — [saxon, she/her, 26, cst]
Out Of Character
Hello hello bbies! I am Saxon and this is the absolute labor of my love Tessa, please love her even though she doesn’t deserve it! I am very open to connections, ideas and plotting so please, please, please do not hesitate to hit me up if you want to conjure something up with my disaster child! 
Also please forgive the mess that is this intro and her Pinterest, she’s been around for years so things have built up and gotten chaotic over time. I really told myself I would shorten her intro but I didn’t manage much, please look away. 
Basic Information
Full Name: Tessa Grace Richards.
Nickname(s): Tess, Tessie. 
Date of Birth: November 10th, 1994.
Gender: Cisfemale.
Pronouns: She/Her.
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Language(s) Spoken: English, Sign, Spanish.
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Background
So Tessa was born to an unwed couple who were in their mid 30′s at the time, her mom thought the two of them were hopelessly in love until Tessa was four and dude just dipped? Her mom came home one day and all his stuff was gone, no note or anything, he emptied their account and they haven’t ever heard from him since.
Her mom is an absolute saint of a woman however (think Lorelai from Gilmore Girls meets Donna Sheridan from Mamma Mia), just an absolute quirky angel of a woman who definitely took in and helped abandoned animals but was also the place all the kids in town knew they could go if they had shitty parents/living situations or just a bad day and they needed a safe place to go? So obviously she stepped up and took down all dudes pictures and just raised Tessa like the single boss she is.
Tessa grew up into like an angel of a kid but oh buddy was she a chaotic one. Total tomboy, full of insane energy and personality, always on the move and exploring and doing things she shouldn’t be. Definitely the type to show up back at home as the suns going down just covered in dirt and bumps and bruises. 100% knocked her own baby teeth out from falling and slamming her face and had two front silver teeth as a little kid.
She was never very girly and because she grew up in this southern town that was just full of very critical asshole kids from more well-off families than her own was, particularly the girls who were very prissy, she definitely ended up clicking more with boys and quickly became ‘one of the guys’. Like undoubtedly had an all male friend group and was definitely the girl that girlfriends would be paranoid about while all the dudes were like confused as to how their girls were jealous because Tessa was just like another guy/little sibling, there was no interest on either end.
Has slight anger management issues? Like she’s chill but when she blows up man does she blow up. Pushed a girl down a flight of stairs at school after she made a remark about a friend, the family pressed charges and Tessa had to go to anger management classes and serve community service hours. She also got kicked out of school and just decided not to go back, went online and just got her GED at seventeen instead.
She realized her hometown didn’t have much to offer her and it wasn’t where she belonged, nor was she ready for college, so she took what money she had saved and instead purchased a sprinter van and began road tripping around the U.S.
At some point along the way, dumbass met a boy that wormed his way into her heart and it was a kind of a slightly unstable relationship because she would try and push away from him and her feelings but he always drew her back? Already has a shitty relationship with love after her father and two not ideal high school romances. Dude tried though and even proposed after like months of them being together and she panicked and ran but still he drew her back and they agreed that they should chill with the idea of engagement/marriage? There was always another girl in the picture though and even though he assured her that his feelings were with her, his actions often seemed to show otherwise.
After yet another break, the two ended up sleeping together but she definitely realized that he wasn’t in love with her at all/anymore so she saved herself the conversation and just dipped before he woke up and ran, spent a solid week just out partying/drinking and ended up sleeping with some stranger and  then ended up pregnant with no clue as to which guy was the baby’s father. Whether fortunately or unfortunately, it was the one night stand’s who decided he had no interest in being around.
Obviously she knew she needed to change her course and focus on becoming a mother and setting up a future for herself and her child, but not being financially independent enough, she reached out to a lifelong friend who allowed her to move in and began to figure out school.
She’s always been a big fan of kids (worked for a daycare after school, got involved with a charity that worked with orphans/orphanages while traveling) and so she decided that she wanted to be a child life specialist and is still in school but also working an internship with Presbyterian Morgan Stanley Children's Hospital.
Ended up having a little girl named Addison (Addi), this child is her whole world and she’s definitely the mom that posts about their kid too much on social media but she’s just turned Tessa’s life around and helped her mature in ways she wouldn’t have without her and she just loves her kid more than anything/anyone else.
Personality
A dork? Literally the biggest dork, the dorkiest of dorks, just a whole friggen dork. This child rambles like you wouldn’t believe and her mouth 100% works faster than her brain so like you never know what to expect but she’s just a happy, friendly, sarcastic little bean with social anxiety and a heart of gold tbh.
Also an aggressive lil’ lady though, like 12/10 chance she’ll throw hands if you want to fuck with or say something about the people she loves.
A chaotic soul as well like down to party and have a good time and will definitely drink a dude under the table, definitely broke her ribs two summers in a row from a drinking game because this child doesn’t know when to slow down or chill out, she’s just trying to live.
But also the mom friend? Like even before becoming a mom, she’s used to taking care of people and making sure everyone’s good like? 100% convinced her friends to do dumb shit as  a teenager and then turned around and tended to their wounds. Also if you’re in her house and it’s meal time, you’re eating. It’s not an option, like sit and eat dinner and tell me about your day.
Emotional as hell, like definitely cries during commercials and Disney movies, but like if you’re trying to tap into her serious emotions she’s gonna shut that shit down. She keeps people locked out tbh and just jokes about the serious shit in her life if she does talk about it.
Desired Connections
Friends; could have lived in/visited Texas and met when she was younger, met while she was traveling,  met through her charity work or just after her/them having moved to New York recently.
Exes; so her most recent ex is off limits because it’s based off a real connection but like either of her exes from high school? The first one (cheated on her) would have had to have lived in Texas for some time but the latter (only with her on a bet to see how long it would take to get in her pants, she broke dude’s nose when she found out) could have been visiting friends/family for a summer? If anyone has a character that works for these I’m down for the drama.
Hookups; Tessa is very weird about hookups/one night stands so this is a little limited but my girl definitely needs a few. 
Half siblings; so Tessa’s dad basically bailed when she was little - maybe he had another family? He could have had a kid before her who he also bailed on, could have started a family during the same time or after, he could have stayed there for them or bailed on them as well? They could know about Tessa, or neither could know about the other? Tessa pry wouldn’t know about them because she made it a point to never bother searching for this man let alone any family but literally I’m down for whatever other ideas you’ve got on this one!
Patients; if anyone has any younger siblings or kids of their own that perhaps Tessa helped or is currently helping take care of through her internship? She does everything from work in the hospital to house calls and works with both the medical and therapeutic aspects of things. 
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dumbbitchenergy17 · 4 years ago
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U.A. a school for students to learn how to become the best Pro-Hero. When young Y/n Midoriya returns from her traveling to be accepted through recommendation. What awaits her when she meet the explosive blonde Katsuki Bakugo
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Katsuki Bakugo x Midoriya!Reader, Izuku Midoriya x Cousin!Reader
Warning-Spoilers from show and Hero license Arc, and fighting scenes.
Series Masterlist
After everyone had joined they continued on with the exam, “Oh, right for the hundred of you who passed the first test, please turn your attention to the screen,” The screen in front of you lights up showing the arena.
“It’s the test arena,” Izuku comments.
“What happens next?” Uraraka questions. You all watch as buildings begin to explode as well as other parts of the area get destroyed.
“What the hell.” You watch as structures collapse destroy the entirety of the arena.
“There’s only one more round to the exam. Your goal is simple: Undertake rescue exercises and save the bystanders who are trapped in these disaster sites.” The announcer explains the next exam.
Both Kaminari and Mineta look confused “Save the what now?”
“Bystanders. We learned about them in class, remember?” You try to spark their memories, “They’re people at a disaster scene.”
“It can also simply refer to innocent citizens on the street.” Momo adds.
The announcement continues. “Use this time to show us how you will carry out successful rescue procedures once you receive your provisional licenses. Treat this as though it were a real thing.”
“Look on the screen.” Shoji points out
“Little kids and old people?” Sato gasp.
“That’s so dangerous, why are they here?” Mineta adds.
“These specialists have been trained as professional ‘persons in need of rescue’ They’re very popular introducing the ‘Help Us Company’, also known as HUC for short”
Sero crosses his arms looking at the Tv “So, they’re basically actors, I guess?”
“It’s the kind of job you never think about, ribbit.” Asui points out
“But a necessary one in our world, since they support our hero training.” Ojiro noted
“The HUC bystanders have dressed up like injured victims and will be located throughout the disaster site. We'll be judging on how well you keep them safe as you go about your mission, We’ll be scoring you on a point system. If you have more points than the benchmark at the time the exercise ends then you pass the exam. We’ll start in ten minutes and take care of any necessary preparations now.”
Most of your classmates head off to go prepare for the next part of the exam. You head over to one of the tables to grab some water and a quick snack. You could feel a presence next as you went to go reach for some water when they grabbed the one you were going to. You turned and saw it was one of the students from Ketsubutsu you think you met earlier. He hands you the water bottle and you nod confused you could have grabbed it.
“Uh thanks..”
“Yo Shindo.” You nod using your quirk to get a piece of milk bread to come to you as you were too lazy to walk over. Shindo watches in awe as the bread floats to you and you grab it taking a bite from it.
“Um bye.” You said turning around heading towards your classmates, he rushes to follow you getting in front of you.
“Uh your quirk is pretty cool.” He stumbles over his words trying to remain calm in front of you.
“Thanks only gets better with training.” You state taking a sip of your water.
“I’m Yo Shindo.” He holds out his hand.
“You already said that earlier.” You smile when his face turns red and he stumbles over his words rubbing that back of neck.
“It’s fine really, I’m Y/n Midoriya.” You shake his hand giving him a smile he nods. 
“I didn’t see you at the sports festival, did you not participate?” He questioned not remembering your face on the TV.
“I only joined this summer, I used to travel so I got in through recommendation.” You explained and he looked more impressed.
“Wow.” He looked at you as if you created the stars.
You heard shouting and you turned seeing Kaminari and Mineta harassing Izuku, you sigh turning to him. “Sorry I gotta deal with stuff I’ll see you around during the exam.” You give him a wave, him giving you one back and you make your wave to the boys. You throw out the empty bottle, finishing up your bread as you use your quirk to pull Denki and Mineta away from your cowering cousin. “What the hell is going on?” You look at the two boys glaring at Izuku.
“Midoriya got to see that smoking hot babe’s body naked.” Mineta pointed over to a girl from Shiketsu still waving. You release them from your hold pinching your bridge nose sighing.
“I don’t have time for this boy drama.” You turn away from them, Izuku crying out in distress as they go bombarding him again.
“Oh, hey it’s Shiketsu.” Kirishima munches on a piece of bread as their school comes over to you all.
“Bakugo.” Mora greets him. He was the one who was covered in hair
“What.” Bakugo grumbles,
“I think you met Shishikura in the test. My classmate with the flesh-molding power?” 
Bakugo looked uninterested “Yeah. I took him out.”
“I thought so. I’m guessing he may have acted rudely, or perhaps offended you. He has a tendency to try and push his own values onto others. He probably couldn’t help it in your case, since you’re pretty famous. I apologize for him, I’d like to build a good relationship between our schools.” The way he spoke chilled you and it was hard to tell his expression with all that hair.
“I-I guess he wants to be friends?” Mineta shuddered
“So he says.” Izuku is exactly as fearful, “But the way they were fighting, it didn’t seem that way.”
Mora nods walking away “Anyway that’s it.”
You and Kirishima look at each other and shrug and he went to get more food as you watched the Shiketsu students leave. The way Mora acted seemed to hide hidden ideals, you didn’t get to think more as an alarm went off before you were directed to the TV.
“Villains have performed a large-scale terrorist attack spanning all of Insert City Name Here. Since most buildings collapsed there are many injured,” The room around begins to open up again just like before in the beginning “Due to heavily damaged roads, the first responders have unfortunately been delayed for the time being. Until emergency services arrive, the heroes in the arrive will lead the rescue efforts. Your task is to save as many people as you can and help the injured. And with that..” A loud blare goes off and everyone begins to run “BEGIN!” He never stated how this whole point system was going to work so every action counts.
“Let’s start by heading to the nearest urban area. We’ll work as a team as much as possible.” Ida calls out to the class
“You’re going on your own again?” Mina calls out to Bakugo who starts leaving the group and then turns next to you “Are you not going to follow?”
You shook your head following the group in front of you. “Ida’s plan for us to all work as a team will benefit all of us with what the judging is.” You explain.
“Even though this is just a test, it feels pretty real.” Asui looks around the area as you try to find anyone.
“Stay alert!” Ojiro calls out, “be careful of falling debris and explosions.”
You see Izuku stop in front of you turning to face one of the buildings and you go up to him. “What’s wrong Izuku?”
“Do you hear that?” He asks as the group tries to listen and then you hear faint crying. “I hear someone.” Izuku heads in the direction of the cries with the group following behind.
“Help me, please!” Someone calls out and you rush over to him. “My grandpa! He’s been crushed. I think he’s hurt.” He cries and you can see that there is some blood on his forehead.
“Oh no. This looks bad. Where is he?” Izuku analyzes the situation
“This looks bad?” The HUC actor yells breaking character, “That’s points off your score!” and Izuku yelps at his reaction. “The first thing you should do is see how bad my injuries are and if I can walk. I’m breathing kinda weird, too, aren’t I? And didn’t you even notice that I’m bleeding from the head?” He yells at your class, “People with Hero licenses should be able to judge a victim’s condition in an instant!” Are the members of HUC going to be the ones scoring us? “Your gross lack of training is all too apparent right now. You better shape up and pay attention, newbies! You’re not just here to provide aid. Until the police and firefighters show up, you need to exercise authority and make sure this goes off smoothly. Think of the victims here. They must be terrified. There are many aspects of being a hero. But take note, there is one thing to keep in mind above all else. Anyone in need of reducing is having the worst day of their lives. And the first thing you said was ‘This looks bad’? Seriously?” He scolds you all and you see Izuku slap his hands to his face.
“Hey! It’s fine!” Izuku gives him a smile bending down to his level. There is a brief pause before the actor gets back into character crying
“Over there! My grandpa!”
“Don’t you worry. We’ll definitely save him. I can carry this boy to the first aid station myself. You guys, go on without me!” Izuku reassures the actor while addressing the group. You nod heading off to go find more bystanders. It had been a while traveling through the rubble and debris being wary of explosions and such.
“Wait, look, someone is trapped under here.” Momo points over to where you see a elderly man under debris, “I believe he is still conscious.” She deduces. 
“I’ll use my quirk to get him out.” Uraraka begins to make her way over but Momo stops her.
“That wall near him looks like it will collapse.” Momo creates metal poles and directs Sero to use his tape to stabilize the wall, then Uraraka went and removed the rubble slowly. There wasn’t much for you and your other classmates as the three of them worked.
“We aren’t going to save anyone just standing here.” Mineta whined and for once the little creep was right.
“It would be smart for our class to split up into smaller groups.” Shoji suggested and you all nodded.
“Our best way of passing is communicating and working together with the other schools to save the civilians.” Ida states. You go off into smaller groups, you are with Mina, Jiro, and Ojiro. You had to travel further into the city looking for any victims.
“Hear anything Jiro?” Mina asked the girl kneeling her earphone jacks inserted into the ground. She stood up and pointed towards where the highway you fought at in the beginning of the exam was destroyed.
You headed over to the location and that when Mina called out the three of you. “Guys I found someone, hey you’re going to be okay I have friends here to help you.” You went to where Mina was and she was calming down an older man. 
“He doesn’t have any abnormal responses but his leg is pinned down and we have to be careful if the highway has any falling rubble.” Mina explained pointing to the location where you could see his leg was pin down his pant leg was red but you knew it wasn’t really blood.
“Please help me I can’t feel my leg!” the man cried.
“It’s going to be okay sir, Ojiro you and I will lift the rubble up and Mina and Jiro as soon as you can pull him out, this area isn’t that stable so we need to be careful but also quick.” You ordered and they nodded. Mina and Jiro got into position, Mina holding underneath his arms and Jiro by his legs. Ojiro placed his tail underneath the rubble and your hands glowed red. “Ready, 1..2..3!” You and Ojiro pulled the rock up and Mina and Jiro pulled him out. The two girls pulled him a safe distance for you both to let go of the rubble. They helped the man up to his feet letting him put his weight on the two of them. “Okay let’s get you to a safe location.” You all made your way out of the destroyed highway zone to more clearer areas. Suddenly you could feel rumbling and loud explosions towards the area where you all started at the beginning of the exam.
“Isn’t that where the shelter zone is at?” Jiro commented and an announcement came over the stadium.
“Villains have appeared and they are wreaking havoc on the city, the heroes must suppress them as well continue carrying out rescue maneuvers.”
“Villains and continuing rescue operations? They really want to make this as really as possible.” Jiro points out as you head away from the explosion.
“The only thing we can do is find a new location for civilians and hope any students nearby are dealing with the situation.” Ojiro adds and you all focus on the task at hand. You had found the other examinees setting up a new shelter area and more students with bystanders showing up. You were a reasonable distance from the fight and you could see the occasional gust of wind and fire. You had looked over the examinees and citizens trying to see if you could find Izuku.
“You should go help them.” You turn and see Mina looking at you, you shook your head turning back to people resetting up the shelter zone.
“I’ll be better helping here if we need to move again. Anyway my quirk is better for defense then combat.” You go back to helping pass medical equipment to one of the examinees checking a bystander.
“I’ve seen you fight in training during school and when we don’t have classes. Your quirk is definitely more than just defense, you can move things with your freakin mind. You could end that fight in seconds, they need you Y/n.” She pulls you away from helping and pushing you into the direction of the fight, “So go over there and show those people in the stands that you are going to be the next number one.” You smiled taking a deep breath in and turned back to her.
“You are literally my favorite.” She laughed, shooing you off and you sent a quick wave before turning towards the fight and taking off running. You could see both Shoto and that one student from Shiketsu trying to fight the “villain” who was Gang Orca. You remember seeing him during the Kamino Raid. Whenever Todoroki tried using his fire and Yoarashi with his wind they both cancelled each other or didn’t affect Gang Orca at all. Todoroki tried using his fire again but Yoarashi used his wind quirk which deflected his flames in the wrong direction. 
Heading towards a paralyzed Shindo “No! He’ll be incinerated!” Todoroki thinks unable to stop the flames heading towards the student. Right before the flames can reach two people reach there at the same time. Izuku using his enhanced speed to rescue Shindo, and Y/n landing previously where the boy was using her quirk to stop the flames.
“Dammit what are you two doing!” Izuku yells at the two of them, bringing Shindo to a safer distance.
“Are you two really bicker during a fight.” You commented as Gang Orca’s goons came your way. They had fired their cement guns towards you but you stopped the cement mid-flight sending it back their way. You stuck multiple people together with the cement, keeping your distance to not get over crowded with a more mid-range attack. While you were focused on his sidekicks, Gang Orca grabs Todoroki and uses his soundwave on Yoarashi, knocking him out of the sky. You send a wave of energy towards Gang Orca’s sidekicks sending them flying back rushing over to a falling Yoarashi. You used your quirk to soften his impact with the ground. Facing Gang Orca you got ready to fight your eyes turning red as energy surrounding your hands.
“You're foolish thinking you can take me on by yourself.” He tries to intimidate you.
“As long as those civilians are safe I’ll fight you with everything I got!” You call, a smirk appears on his face as he makes his way towards you. He uses his sonic wave to immobilize you, bringing your hands up to block his attack with a force field getting pushed back by the strength of it even when protected. Running to him going into a close combat fight, throwing punches mixed in with the psionic energy. Gang Orca is pushed back when you throw a ball of energy at his chest, his feet digging into the floor. ‘Just keep fighting until everyone is safe and rescued’ You remind yourself. Punches and kicks are thrown, Gang Orca using his Sonic wave but you keep putting up a force field protecting you.
“How long will you be able to last?” He sees your reaction time getting slower to his attacks. You get back up to your feet ready to keep fighting. Gang Orca sends another Sonic Wave towards you stronger and faster than the other ones. You are not going to be able to protect yourself. Bring your arms up hoping that you have a small force field so you are not fully immobilized. You don’t feel any pain or effect of his quirk, then you hear struggling.
There was Gang Orca cover in a light red haze, your hands had energy a darker red than it’s ever been. “My quirk..” you hear him struggle trying to use his sonic wave to break out of your grasp but he couldn’t. 
Dropping your hands the red disappears and he quickly attacks while you are confused on what happened. You flew back, rolling landing on your back looking up to the sky. Your ears rang and you could hear you breathing most noise muffled as the fight continued around you. Why can’t I hear? Turning your head when you felt a wave of heat and there was a huge fire tornado, when did this happen? You couldn’t do anything but watch as the blazing whirlwind is destroyed by Gang Orca who was inside it. You didn’t get to view the rest of the fight when your vision was turned away by Mina who is kneeling above you. Her mouth was moving talking to you but everything was muffled.
“What…” you gazed up at your friend as she helped you up from laying down to sitting up.
Slowly her voice became more clear and the noise around you returned. “Y/n are you okay when the rest of us came to help I saw you on the ground and thought the worst.” You nodded and looked around and saw Izuku standing next to Gang Orca but they weren’t fighting. Before you could question the loud speaker came on.
“All your scores have been tallied. For those who have suffered injuries, head to the infirmary and for those who aren’t to change back into their normal clothes and await for further instructions.” So the exam was over and all you did in the end was stare at the sky.
“Come one let’s get you checked out.” She grabbed your arm helping you to your feet. You both made your way out of the arena when you felt eyes on you. Looking back you saw Gang Orca looking at you, looking back forward you let Mina lead you away. How did I do that? After being checked out you had a bit of a concussion when you got hit at the end of the fight, but it didn’t explain the bloody nose and blood coming from your ears.
You got cleaned up and changed back into your school uniform gathered in front of a screen. “Okay. Everyone, thanks for your hard work in today’s exam. Now before I announce the results. I should probably explain the way we evaluated you, between HUC and those of us at the Heroes public Safety Commission. We had a two-fold demerit system that we used to determine your total scores. In other words, we were evaluating you based on how few mistakes you made in a crisis situation. Anyway, the names of those who passed are listed here in alphabetical order. Keep my words in mind as you search the screen for your name.” The screen in front of you all turns on with a list of names. Come M.. Midoriya. You look through all the M’s and there it was Midoriya Y/n. You passed! 
Mina tackles you into a hug “We both passed look at us! One step closer to being Pros.” You laugh as you other classmates freak out about passing. You glance through the board and can’t find Bakugo’s name.
“Todoroki!” You all turn to see Yoarashi slamming his head into the ground in front of Todoroki. “I’m sorry! It’s my fault that you failed the test. My focus was too narrow minded.”
Todoroki doesn’t move before stepping forward. “You’re fine. I was the one that got us off to a bad start. And thanks to the things you said to me, I have a lot to think about.”
“Holy crap. Did he really fail?” Mina asked
“How could our top two classmates not pass the exam?” Sero said out loud. 
“Shoulda been more careful what you said. Words are important, you know.” Denki teases Bakugo and Bakugo looks ready to kill.
“Shut your mouth before I murder you.” He hissed and Denki's face went pale. 
“Those entitled people at the top think so highly of themselves, don’t they?” Mineta joins into the conversation, “Their own egos are their worst enemies.” He grabs onto Todoroki’s shoulder “Looks like our class hierarchy is collapsing”
A red haze surrounds Mineta and he’s thrown away from your classmates. Todoroki gives you a nod and thanks and you respond, but a sharp pain in your head has you hissing pressing a hand to your forehead.
“You okay Y/n?” Mina looks over at you but you wave her off.
“I’m fine, I probably shouldn’t use my quirk with a concussion.”
“When did you get that.” Sero asked as you stopped rubbing your head feeling better.
“When I was fighting Gang Orca.”
“You fought Gang Orca!” Denki and Sero yelled, making your head hurt more and they lowered their voices.
“He’s like the number 10 Hero and you like actually fought him.” Denki asked and you nodded.
“Todoroki and Yoarashi were down and everyone was busy with the evacuation. I did what I could but then…” You froze remembering Gang Orca struggling unable to use his quirk, but you can’t stop people’s quirks right? Your friends look at you confused when you stopped talking to tell what happened, “Um… all I remember after a bit was that I was on the ground with Mina there and the exam was over, not a big deal.”
The boys nodded and Mina squeezed your hand and you didn’t see Bakugo still staring at you. What really happened in that fight.
“So next we’ll give you the printouts of your results. They include a breakdown of your scores, so you’ll know exactly what areas you need to improve going forward.” People came out handing out papers to each of you giving a breakdown on your profile during the exam. “We lopped off points when you did something wrong. Fall below 50, and you’re done. These demerits are itemized on your result forms, as you’ll see so I’d look at them.”
“Mina what did you get?” You looked off your paper turning to your friend who was glazing over hers.
“I got a 80 seems I’m pretty good at these things, what about you?”
“Eh I got a 85 they mainly took points off when I went to fight by myself instead of helping the evacuation or at least bring someone with me.”
Mina's arm went over your shoulder pulling you into a side hug. “I think you did the right thing. You were able to single handedly fight a Pro on your own, that’s freaking awesome.” you smile thanking her and the announcer continued on, 
“Anyway, moving forward those of you who passed can exercise the same authority as pro heroes, but only during emergency situations. In other words fighting villains, saving the victims of criminal acts or accidents. You may act using your best judgement with no direct orders. Keep in mind that your every action from now on carries with it the deep responsibility toward bettering society, and that the world is watching you. I’m sure you’re aware that All Might, our greatest hero, no longer has his incredible power. One of the reasons crime in this county has been so low is due to his presence. With that deterrent gone, criminals are sure to become bolder and more widespread. Expect the balance we currently have in our world to be destroyed, and for things to change quickly.”
“You young people will be the hope for our future. It’s Imperative that you become exemplary heroes. That your reputation grows to suppress crime as did his. Remember the license you earn today is provisional and you still have much to do. I would like for you to think of yourselves as fledglings, and be even more diligent in your studies. And as for those who fell short and did not pass. We don’t have time for you to feel bitter about your loss. Instead, we offer you a chance to redeem yourselves. After you attend a three-month-long special course and pass an individual test, we plan to issue a provisional license to those of you who failed as well. In order for us to reach the idyllic future that I just spoke of, we’re going to need as many good heroes on the streets as we can get. The first round was one to weed people out. But we would like to grow the 100 selected in that test as much as possible. That's' why we watched you all until the very end. So we can see for ourselves that you each have promise. That once your shortcomings are corrected, you have the potential to be as great as your fellow classmates. This special course will keep you busy as it will run concurrently with your normal studies. You’re welcome to retake the exam in April if you prefer to wait.” He had finished his speech and with that the provisional license exam was complete.
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