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adoptedmadrigal2 · 2 years

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Bruno never went into the walls, modern au.

Tia Elena saves the day this time,

@prophetic-hijinks thanks for the oc privileges I won't let you down.

Game day

"Are you and Tio bruno coming to my game tonight?" Isabela asked Elena as she braided Isabela's long hair.

"We wouldn't miss it for the world, and if it weren't for your sisters having to have surgery today you parents would be there too, and Pepa and Félix would be there if they didn't have parent teacher night at Camilo’s school and dolores is leaving for a competition in Bogota this weekend," Elena told the girl. Isabela was 13 and she knew that unless they couldn't her entire family would be at her volleyball game tonight. She hated that most if her family had to miss it, but she was happy her tia and tio, would be there.

"Do you think Mirabel’s and Luisa's surgeries will go OK?" Isabela asked.

Luisa had torn her ACL in a basketball accident, and Mirabel had to have her tonsils removed due to continual complications with infections.

"They'll be perfectly fine, I know the doctor that'll be doing mirabel's surgery, we went to high school together and from what I heard from her the surgeon fixing Lulu up, is her bestie from med school." Elena told Isabela as she packed her game day bag.

"Come on mi flor, we don't want you late to school," Elena told scooping isabela off the floor and throwing her over her shoulder.

"Ok tia," Isabela's laughs as she was sat down to grab her bags.

"Can we take the Jeep today?" Isabela asked, knowing her tia only drove her jeep for special occasions or trips to the city.

"Sure we can mija, but don't tell your tio, he'll get jealous that you got to ride in it," Elena told getting a good laugh out of isabela.

"Dolores? Are you ready to go mija?" Elena called

"Not yet, I just got my period I need a second," Dolores called from the bathroom.

"Ok," Elena said.

"Tia Elena, why haven't I got my period yet?" Isabela asked sadly.

"Well, from what your tio has told me your mamá got her period when she was about 12, so you should get it soon, but it could happen at any time, you could be fourteen when you start. It'll happen when your body is ready," Elena explained as the pair waited for Dolores.

"Ok," isabela nodded happy with her new information.

"Ok I'm good now," dolores said picking up her school bag and her suitcase, since she was going to be gone with her dance company for a weekend competition in Bogota.

The three walked outside and dolores started to head toward the van.

"Jeep today mija. Isabela wanted a ride before her game against Bogota today," Elena said

"Sweet," dolores said walking over and tossing her bags in the back.

Isabela followed suit and the pair hopped into the backseat. Elena climbed into the driver's seat, and off they went.

"Dolores, did you remember the note you need to give to the office about your dance teacher picking you up for competition?" Elena asked dolores

"Si, it's in my folder," Dolores said.

"You both have your phones?" Elena asked

"Si, tia," the pair said

"Dolores, did you grab some tampons before you left? Or do you need some pesos to buy some?" Elena asked

Dolores seemed to think for a moment,

"I need a few pesos to buy some. I had my bag packed already and didn't think about it," dolores said

"Alright mija, when we stop, I'll give you ten pesos," Elena said

"Gracias tia," dolores thanked

"No problem mija, us chicas gotta stick together," Elena said.

"Alright you two, go on, I'll see you tonight isa, good luck at competition Lola," Elena said handing back some money to dolores.

"Thanks tia, I'll see you Sunday" dolores said climbing out

"Thanks tia," Isabela said climbing out behind dolores as the pair grabbed their bags and walked into the middle school.

"C'mon isa we have to get to algebra," Dolores said as isa jogged to catch up with her as they met back up after their electives.

"I'm coming Lola," isa said.

During math, Dolores was called to the office to leave early, as expected. Leaving isa to get through the last half of math class, and survive history on her own.

Isabela hated history, not for the fact that it was boring, but her teacher, Mr Evans. He didn't like her at all, he would ridicule her clothes, give her a week of detention for whispering to Dolores to see her notes so she could copy down the bits she didn't get. And he loved Dolores, he'd compliment her clothes and hair, and wouldn't say a word if she ever whispered to isabela.

When she entered the classroom, Mr Evans asked the class as he took attendance,

"Has anyone seen Dolores today?"

"She left during math for a dance competition in Bogota this weekend," Isabela answered, Mr Evans gave her a glare but said

"Very well,"

Isabela had just about had enough of Mr Evans by the time class was almost over.

Just get out of here and meet up with Ava and Reina.

Isabela thought.

Finally the bell rang and she left the classroom as quickly as possible.

"Hey isa, what's up with you?" Reina asked as she saw the raven haired girl approaching them fast with a murderous look.

"Mr Evans is a inseguro egoista hijo de puta," isabela growled

"Bad day without Lola?" Ava asked

"Si, he not only decided that my outfit made me look fat, but he also didn't like that I was the only one in the class that knew where Lola was. And then he starts going on a whole rant about something stupid. At that point I was boiling so I didn't pay attention to him."

"Yep, he seriously needs to be fired, the first day of class he chooses his favorites and his targets, and his targets get the brunt of his frustrations with the class even if they're excellent students like you," Reina said.

"Anyway, before your blood can boil more, let's go practice some serves before tonight's game, we're up against some serious competition," Ava said.

"Spike it isa!" Ava yelled.

Isa watched as the ball came up and toward her, she jumped up and spiked it over the net, where ava who was practicing her pancakes, saved it.

"Nice one A," Isa said walking under the net to high five her friend and teammate.

"I could say the same for you Jacaranda," Ava said, since Isa had flower powers, Ava likes to call her by flower names, and honestly Isabela doesn't mind it.

"Come on girls, time to get some dinner before the game," Ava's mom called them

"Coming señora Perez" isa called.

Back at casita, Elena was getting ready with Bruno for the game. Pepa being Pepa, pestered them before having to get dressed for the parent teacher meeting later that evening.

"How was Lola this morning Elena?" Pepa asked sitting on a stool near Elena's vanity table

"She was fine, I did give her ten pesos though, she forgot to pack tampons in her dance bag and needed to get some when she got to Bogota. She started this morning before we left." Elena told

"Dios mio, she has a white costume for this competition." Pepa gasped placing her hands over her mouth.

"She told me she was gonna try to get her friend Maddie to swap costumes with her since Maddie had one of the black costumes for the dance." Elena said easing pepa's nerves,

"And even if she couldn't swap, she knows how to take care of herself so she doesn't leak," Elena said as she applied her mascara.

"You're right Lena," pepa said

"mierda," Elena breathed as she clutched her right side.

"You ok? Do you need juli?" Pepa asked, concerned.

"I'm fine, it's just a cramp, and... there's the blood," Elena cringes as she got up and scurried off to her and Bruno's shared bathroom.

"I know how you feel, I woke up covered in blood," Pepa said

Elena emerged from the bathroom in a emerald green rose and headed to her dresser to grab some clean underwear.

"Best investment ever, I swear Pepa, I'll have to pick some up for you and Juli when I go to Bogota again," Elena said

"What's so special about a pair of underwear?" Pepa asked

"They're period proof, they're called Knixwear, and for me, since sometimes I don't have time to change my tampons before they leak they've saved my butt a many a time. Plus the brand makes teen ones too, I'll have to get Dolores and isa some for their birthdays,"

"I definitely need some of those, I can't tell you how many times I've stained my underwear from a leaky tampon. How'd you find out about them? " Pepa asked

"Friend of mine, her daughter showed them to her because she found them while underwear shopping on Amazon. I looked into them and I've sworn to them ever since," Elena told as she emerged from the bathroom in just her black underwear and green bra.

"I bet the girls will appreciate them, Dolores surely will, she complains every time she gets a stain."

After forty five minutes of them talking it was nearing 6 and the game starts at 6 30.

"Come on brunito," Elena called as she stuffed a few tampons and pads into her purse.

"Coming amor," bruno said grabbing the keys to his truck.

When they got to the game, the teams were practicing before they started.

The game went back and forth in fierce competition, until they took a five minute break.

Isabela had her back turned to Elena and if Elena wasn't looking at isabela she wouldn't have noticed the red patch right under Isabela's rear, on her wite competition uniform.

Elena saw someone point the spot out on the court and isa bolted. Bruno turned to Elena after watching Isa bolt.

"Should we go check on her?" He asked

"I'll go, you stay here," Elena said

"Ok amor,"

Elena knew tossing a few pads in her bag would come in handy,

She went to the bathroom near the gym remembering isa seemed to be running that way.

"Isa, are you ok?" Elena asked as she entered, hearing quiet sniffles.

"No, I just got my first period in front of the whole school," isabela said

"Bela, it's barely noticeable," Elena said in attempt to comfort her.

"I can't play in bloody shorts tia, what am I gonna do?"

"I have a pad for you to use, and I brought your extra shorts with me since, you have a tendency to rip your shorts during a play, as your mama told me,"

"Really?" Isa asked hopeful

"Si mija, now get changed, they're getting ready to start again." Elena said

"But the other team saw the stain, what if I get teased for it?" Isabela asked second guessing going back out to play.

"Are you gonna let some comments stop you or are you gonna win this game for the mariposa volleyball team? You're unstoppable isa, I've seen you, don't let this little hurdle get in your way." Elena said as she passed isa the shorts and pad

"You're better than some girls who want to tease about something that happens to them too, embrace it, it's life. Now go show those girls what you're made of bela boo," Elena said as Isabela finally emerged with her bloodied shorts in hand.

"Thanks tia, you're the best ever!" Isa exclaimed giving her aunt a big hug.

When Elena returned to Bruno she filled him in on the goings on, and he texted julieta.

Julieta

Did isabela get hurt during her game?

No but something did happen

What happened Bruno

Isa got her first period

What?!!!

Don't worry Elena had her back, and she's currently kicking Bogota's butt.

I'm still at the hospital with mis niñas, will you take her out to celebrate after the game and ill celebrate with her over the weekend.

Course hermana, how are the girls doing?

Mirabel is sleeping, and Luisa is medically high as a kite because she's still coming off the anesthesia, but their surgeries went well, they took Mirabel first and when they wheeled her out after, I told Luisa to climb into the bed, and then after a four hour delay due to a car crash related emergency surgery, Luisa went under after mirabel’s anesthesia wore off really well, when they came to get Lu she and Mirabel were watching minions in their shared room.

Give mira a big hug for me for being such a brave niña, and when Luisa comes back to earth tell her I love her too

Ok hermano, I love you, the girls and I should be home tomorrow afternoon.

Bruno shoved his phone in his pocket as he watched isabela pancake to save the ball after a Bogota girl spiked it.

After the game Bruno and Elena took Isabela to celebrate her first period and that awesome save right at the end of the game.

"Great job mija, we need to head across town to the strip mall to get you some pads that aren't so long. And while we're there we can get you something to celebrate this huge milestone in your life," Elena told as she turned the key in the ignition hearing the truck roar to life.

"Can I get some stuff for my room?" Isabela asked

"Of course mija, what are you thinking," Elena asked

"Plants, some little shelf trinkets and maybe a new set of sheets," isa answered

When they arrived at the strip mall. They entered the large department store.

Elena explains which pads isa needs and places them in the shopping cart.

Bruno went to look at the toys nearby, wanting to buy Mirabel something for being so brave for her surgery. Elena and isabela had wandered over to the bedroom things. Picking up a couple plants as they went, they went to the bedding section choosing a nice leaf patterned bed set for isabela.

They paid for their things and left. To get some much needed sleep after Isabela's game and first period

The next morning isabela mostly stayed in her bedroom riddled with cramps she didn't even notice yesterday.

"How are you feeling Florecita?" Elena asked bringing isabela hot chocolate, with a seven year old camilo clinging to her back as she did so.

"Like I've got a cactus underneath me," isabela groaned from her position lying on her stomach. The back of her favourite pyjamas visible from under her blanket.

"I brought you some midol and hot chocolate mija, why don't you come to mine and your tio's room, we can talk and I can let you borrow my heating pad to help." Elena suggested trying to get isa out of her bedroom.

"Ok, can you get my pyjama pants from my desk por favor, I kicked them off last night, I got too hot."

Elena retrieved the Harry Potter themed pants, and turned around letting isabela pull the pants on. Isabela stepped up beside Elena when she had her pants on, and she supported her mug of cocoa.

"Camilo, can you go downstairs to breakfast with tio bruno, I hear tio bruno has made some special waffles just for you," Elena said getting the boy off her back letting him run downstairs.

"Now that it's just us, how are your first period cramps?" Elena asked as she guided isabela to her bedroom.

"My entire body hurts, and I feel like my stomach is tied in a knot." Isabela said

"Ooh, painful. I know how you feel, do you want anything to eat?" Elena asked

"Not really, Im not hungry," isabela answered

"You sound like me on my period, I lose my appetite for the first two or three days, then I eat everything on day four then by day five I'm back to normal. You may be different though," Elena said, a slight chuckle following.

"Tia? How do you know how to do all this?" Isa asked

"Do all what mija,"

"How do you know how to make me feel less weird and embarrassed about this, plus you cheer me up too, how do you do that?" Isa elaborated

"I volunteered at my old orphanage for years before I met your tio and moved here to settle down. Lots of the girls that were there trusted me the most and so I did a lot of talking to them and just picked up a few things from my experience with them," Elena explained, "have you got any more questions mija,"

"Do you have any stories from when you got your period?" Isabela asked.

Elena blushed this was gonna be a long funny and embarrassing afternoon.

When Julieta came home she was carrying mirabel, who was sleeping soundly on her shoulder. Luisa following behind on some crutches. Everyone seemed to be quiet. Camilo was watching cartoons with Bruno Agustín and Felix, Dolores was at a dance competition in Bogota, and Elena pepa and isabela were nowhere to be seen.

"I'm going to my room mama," luisa said.

"Ok amor, I'm going to find your sister and Tias" julieta told as she helped Luisa upstairs, with further assistance from their casita.

Julieta walked with Luisa so she could check Isabela's room, where she found an empty unmade bed.

She quickly laid Mirabel in the nursery on her bed before heading off to find Isabela.

She walked past pepa’s room and checked her brother's room first, where before she opened the door she heard Elena tell Isabela.

"Oh my God, I got my period at a pool once, a little piece of advice for you don't buy a white bikini, it always ends in disaster. Whether that disaster be your period, or the fact that when white gets wet, it's see through,"

A quiet knock and she could see her hermana cuñada and hija, sitting on the large bed laughing about Elena's myriad of period stories.

"Mind if I join you three?" Julieta asked announcing her presence.

"Mama!" Isabela smiled as she flung herself toward julieta, she was still small enough for julieta to pick her up with ease.

"Hola mi corazón, congratulations on your first period, how are you feeling?" Julieta asked as she sat on the bed with isabela in her lap.

"Better since tia Elena gave me the midol and told me her first period story and all of her embarrassing stories,"

"Good" julieta smiled

Hope you enjoy ❤

I hope I did Elena justice in this @prophetic-hijinks

#bruno magridal #encanto au #encanto bruno #encanto comic #encanto disney #encanto headcanons #incorrect encanto quotes #madrigal cousins #madrigal sisters #women's rights #isabela has to wear white for her sports #she was due to get it soon #isa is a late bloomer #volleyball #winter sports #elena is a good aunt #bruno loves his nieces #isa got her first period playing volleyball #the encanto girls beat the bogota team

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theflyingfeeling · 2 years

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Crying over 42 promt 😂 how about Niko/Joel for it?

Excellent 😌

...I made it a College AU, just because! Hope you don't mind <3

42. You get attacked by a goose and I’m the one to help patch you up (3404 words)

Joel tied the laces of his right foot sneaker and evaluated the quality of his work. Dissatisfied, he untied and tied them again, and repeated the same exact action for the left one, gritting his teeth as he did.

“Oh my god, Joel, you can just tell me if you want me to come with you.”

Joel glared at his roommate who was spread on his bed, eyes on the phone he was holding above his face.

“No, thanks. I’m a big boy.”

“Sure you are, but those geese are pretty big too,” Joonas said. “And you almost pooped your pants when we walked past them yesterday.”

“I did not.”

“So you held my hand just because you like me so much? Awwww, babe– ow!”

The textbook Joel had thrown at Joonas may have shut him up momentarily, but the snickering smile on his face returned as soon as the book was off his face.

“They’re just stupid, brainless birds,” Joel muttered as he zipped up his Adidas track jacket.

“Stupid, brainless birds with razor blades for teeth.”

Joel tightened his high ponytail. He grabbed his phone from his bedside table and slid it in the pocket of his shorts.

“And have you noticed they have teeth on their tongue as well?”

“Shut the fuck up, Porko!” Joel snapped and rushed out of the door before his roommate could mess with his head some more.

Because yes, the aggressive geese that had taken over the campus park had given him a proper scare the day before when he and Joonas had walked back to the dorm and one of them had started following Joel right behind his heels. But no, he wasn’t going to let some vicious, bloodthirsty, feathered animals keep him from going on about his morning jog through the campus.

Or that’s what he had thought, right until he arrived at the park and saw the whole gaggle of geese that seemed to stop and stare at Joel in the middle of their usual geese business, and not because they thought he was a sight for sore eyes.

No; they were out for his blood.

Joel clenched his hands into fists and took a deep breath.

Stupid, brainless birds, he started chanting to himself in his head. I am an apex predator, and they are just stupid, brainless, useless birds that have no control over my life.

He kept his eyes fixed on the lecture building on the other side of the park as he started jogging, perhaps a little faster than he normally would for his morning exercise. The black, lifeless eyes of the geese followed him closely, or so it felt like to Joel at least.

When a few of the geese flapped their wings as Joel passed them, he sped up his steps and tried to keep his breathing under control. He was only about a hundred metres away from the edge of the green area, a hundred more steps away from safety, but the faster he ran, the farther away the campus gates seemed to be.

A couple of the geese were now clearly running after him, and if the thumping of his heart wasn’t the only sound roaring in his ears, he would have heard them quacking loudly at him.

His final mistake was when he glanced behind him and saw a glimpse of the beasts and their disturbingly sharp-looking rows of teeth and yes, even the spiky tongue, but then the chase came to an abrupt end when he collided with something.

“Hey, woah, watch where you’re going!” a familiar voice spoke to him.

When he looked ahead again, he saw the guy who always sat next to him in his compulsory English class, glaring at him with his green eyes. His long brown hair framed his permanently annoyed expression, but his exceptional beauty still made Joel catch his breath, like it did every time he stepped in the classroom and found the man’s eyes already staring at him, like he had been waiting to see Joel, even if they never really talked.

The thought of finally saying something to the man was the last one Joel had before he felt a sharp pain in his ankle. He looked down and saw one of the geese poking his feet with its killer choppers.

Then everything went black.

Later that day, when Niko recollected the whole incident to his roommate, he realised he had heard Joel before he had seen the man, his heavy, panicky breathing approaching Niko gradually as he had walked on the gravel, lost in his thoughts. However, it wasn’t until Joel had already bumped into him that he realised who it was that had been running for his life in such a perplexed state.

Their eyes met only for a few seconds, the weird sadness Niko usually saw in Joel’s eyes having given room to terror and helplessness, and then Joel was suddenly collapsing against him, right there in the middle of a path in the campus yard at eight in the morning on a Monday.

Niko shooed the over-enthusiastic geese away and dragged Joel to a nearby bench. He noticed some of the passers-by had stopped to gawk at the scene, but none of them offered any help in moving the long-limbed blond to a more comfortable position.

“Joel! Can you hear me?” Niko tried snapping his fingers at Joel’s face, but there was no reaction from the other man. Just when Niko was about to dial the emergency number, Joel’s eyelids began to flutter and a silent sigh left his mouth.

“Ahhhhh, the fuck?” he groaned, and Niko was ready to kiss the guy from pure relief.

“Are you alright, Joel?”

A realisation of some sort seemed to hit him, judging by the way his eyes widened and the colour left his face.

“Wh-where is it?”

‘It’, supposedly, meant the large bird that had been after him when he had run into Niko.

“It’s gone, you don’t have to worry about it anymore.” Niko placed a calming hand on Joel’s shoulder when he tried getting up from the bench.

“But… what happened?”

“Well, I can only tell what happened after you crashed into me: you passed out.”

“Oh– OH! Oh, oh my god!” Joel moaned and looked like he was about to faint again.

“Hey! Hey hey hey, are you good?”

“It bit me!”

“What?”

“That son of a bitch! It bit me!” Joel grabbed the back rest of the bench to try and pull himself up as he reached his other hand towards his ankle.

“Fuck, really?” Niko moved his gaze from Joel’s pained eyes to his feet.

“Ahh, it hurts like hell! Ah shit, I can’t even look! Can you tell me, is it bad?”

Niko took a closer look at Joel’s ankle and saw a few, tiny droplets of blood.

“Well–”

“Oh, fucking hell! Do geese have rabies?

“I don’t thi–”

“Ahh, fuck, this is it, isn’t it? This is how I’m gonna go? I’m gonna fucking DIE, right?”

“You’re not–”

“Tell Porko to keep his filthy fingers off my vinyl collection, I’m taking that shit with me when I go!”

From the way Joel always sat so quietly in the back row of the English classroom, sulking and rarely talking to anyone (except for that one time he had noticed Niko’s wrinkly band shirt and started bombarding him with questions, asking if he listened to this and this band, until the teacher had to shush him silent), Niko would never had guessed the man could be so theatrical.

“Okay, listen to me, you drama queen: it’s only a scratch, I’m pretty sure birds don’t transmit rabies, you’re not gonna die, and I have no idea who the hell Porko is, so will you just calm the fuck down?”

Joel looked at him, breathing heavily and his eyes frightened. Niko used his thumb to rub the side of Joel’s bare ankle just above the bruise left by the goose, hoping it might help the man to cool off.

“If I were you, I’d be more worried about how you blacked out like that. Has it happened before?”

He saw Joel swallow before answering.

“No. At least not like this.”

“Do you want me to take you to the emergency room? Or to the campus nurse?”

Joel’s eyes enlarged and he shook his head. Niko noticed him becoming restless again, so he slowed down the movements of his thumb to make him relax.

“Okay, I won’t,” Niko said as calmly and softly as he could. “But can I at least help you back to the dorm and clean the wound and stop the bleeding?”

“There’s blood?!” Joel bolted up, his face as pale as if he had just been given the death sentence.

“Just a tiny scrape, alright? It is bleeding a little, yes, but you will live, jeez.” Niko added the last part under his breath. “It should be disinfected though, so let’s get you back to the dorm now, yeah? Which one is yours?”

“No, no no no no, I am not going near those demons again!”

Under his palm, Niko could feel Joel tremble.

“Fine, no more park for today. Let’s just go round the park, hm? I live in that dorm over there,” Niko pointed his finger at the dormitory building in the farthest right hand corner of the campus square, “so we can just walk past the park and no geese will bother us. How does that sound? Do you think you can do that?”

He heard Joel take a few unsteady breaths in, which made Niko want to clasp the man’s hand instead of his wounded ankle and tell him he was safe, as far as Niko was concerned.

“Okay,” Joel said and nodded, probably more to himself than to answer Niko's question. “Okay,” he repeated and let Niko help him up.

“Do you need a drink?”

“Most definitely,” Joel mumbled with such solemnity that it was hard for Niko to hold back his laughter.

“I meant, like, water or something. ‘Cause you were kinda going through it just now.”

“Let’s just go get the bandaid, alright?” Joel replied quietly, eyes on the ground as they began walking. If he had been fearing for his life just a moment ago, now he looked like he was wishing for the earth to swallow him whole.

Niko knew that feeling all too well, so he didn’t bother Joel with meaningless small talk as they strolled around the campus area. And anyway, he was far too busy trying to make sense of what had just happened and how, instead of attending his morning lecture like he was supposed to, he was now tending to the guy from his English class, whose grumpy appearance at the door of the classroom was always the highlight of Niko’s week, despite the fact he was yet to actually start a conversation with him outside the structured class discussion activities. Every time Niko had psyched himself up to finally at least say hi to Joel, the guy had either ran out of the classroom hardly a second after the teacher had dismissed the class or, in some cases, not shown up at all. Niko hated those days, because usually it meant he wouldn’t see Joel during the lunch break that followed either, and left him fretful and melancholic for the rest of the day which, of course, never went unnoticed by Aleksi who would then try all his tricks to make Niko spill the tea about what had brought him so down.

But how was Niko supposed to explain he was merely lovesick for a man he had barely even talked to? Niko wasn’t even sure if Joel knew his name.

“I’m Niko, by the way,” he said when they were halfway to the dorms. “We go to the same English class, remember?”

“Yeah,” Joel acknowledged. Then he fell silent for at least twenty more steps until he cleared his throat. “I’m… Joel.”

Niko swallowed the “I know”, regarding it creepy as fuck, as well as the awfully formal “Nice to meet you”, and settled for awkward “Cool” instead (which wasn’t any better, he realised the second he had uttered it).

After what seemed like forever, walking in the uncomfortable silence, they were at the dorm and Niko led Joel up to his room, hoping Aleksi had already left for his classes. Indeed, Niko sighed of relief when he saw his roommate’s unmade bed empty and his white sneakers gone, and ordered Joel to sit on the only chair in the room.

The bridge of Joel’s nose wrinkled when Niko tapped on his wound with a cotton pad soaked in way too much disinfectant, which had been totally unintentional from Niko’s part, although he had to admit he would gladly take care of Joel’s injuries another time if it meant he’d see Joel scrunch up his face into the most adorable expressions he had seen from the man so far.

“There, all patched up now,” Niko concluded when he smoothened the bandaid on Joel’s bony ankle.

He was expecting Joel to be back on his feet and out the door by then, but instead Joel stayed put on the squeaky chair next to Niko’s bed. He was scratching on something on his nail but said nothing, safe for a small, barely audible “thanks”.

“No problem,” Niko nodded, and still Joel did not move an inch. “So, umm…afraid of birds, huh?”

“Kinda,” Joel replied, with a voice even quieter than earlier. The sight of him was so heartbreaking, like a child whose lollipop had just been snatched right out of his hand, that Niko found it almost impossible to not take the man to sit on his lap, despite being noticeably smaller in size than Joel, and rock him back and forth until he’d forget all about the geese and other horrors of the world.

“Yeah, well, one almost snatched my hat the other day, so…” Niko trailed off and then bit his lip; this was the opposite of what he wanted to talk about, so he took a deep breath and started again.

“You know, I’ve… noticed you in class.”

Fuck’s sake, Niko, that’s the best you can do?

“I mean, obviously I have, we sit next to each other almost every lecture…”

Just shut your dumb mouth already.

“And… like…” he tried, but the words he wanted to say just didn’t come to him, so he scratched the back of his head in frustration.

“Yeah, I’ve… noticed you too.”

Niko’s heart almost jumped to his throat.

“And to be honest, this is not how I imagined our first actual conversation to go down.”

“Our first conversation? Have you forgotten about that time you talked my ears off about Nine Inch Nails?”

Niko’s quick wits had been so eager to make the remark that it took him another few seconds to realise Joel had just confessed he had imagined talking with Niko before.

The thought made Niko bite his lip to hide his dopey grin.

“A real conversation, not me blabbering about my hyperfixations after having downed five RedBulls.” Joel’s voice was but a low grumble again, but the rosy shade of red on his cheeks looked insanely attractive on him, Niko thought.

It also made Niko just bold enough to add another twist to their current exchange of words.

“Well, what would you have said, then, if you’d get your own way?”

Joel’s eyes visibly brightened when he glanced at Niko.

“For starters, I would have told you those checkered Vans look dumb as fuck.”

“Excuse me? They’re retro!” Niko exclaimed, finally letting his lips break into a smile.

“I’m sorry to break it to you but not a single piece of clothing from the early 00s is retro, it’s cringe.”

“At least I own more than two shirts…”

“And you wish they were as cool as my Venom ones!”

“I don’t need to wish, I know they are.”

“Ha! So you admit they’re cool!”

Joel’s triumphant face had erased the last traces of his frown, and his smile was so blinding that Niko completely forgot to watch his own mouth.

“I do like the sleeveless one at least.”

Only Joel’s surprised silence made Niko realise what he had blurted out.

“You know, ‘cause… like… your tattoos are pretty sweet.”

“Oh,” Joel brushed his upper arm where his labyrinth tattoo was hidden under the sleeve of his track jacket. “Thanks.”

“I wanted to tell you when I first saw it but, umm… didn’t want to bother you, I guess.”

Niko’s eyes wandered around the room until they found Joel’s again. The curve of Joel’s eyebrows had softened and his lips were slightly parted, and Niko tried not to think about how soft they looked.

“I…,” Joel began, “I wish you had, though. Bothered me, I mean. Because… after that one time I was so embarrassed to talk to you again–”

“No reason to feel like that,” Niko told him, fighting the urge to put a reassuring hand on the long, skinny leg that was still stretched out on Niko’s bed after the medical operation.

“You probably thought I was a freak.”

“No, actually I thought you were… kinda cute.”

When Joel chuckled, Niko felt his heart starting to beat again.

“Well… despite the hideous shoes and the baggy pants–”

“At least I’m comfortable!”

“–I think you’re sorta cute too.”

Joel blinked his blue eyes softly, and even in his right mind Niko could not have looked elsewhere.

What a blessing it was, to be alive on a spring morning and sit with a guy you thought was cute and who thought you were cute too.

Niko wanted to linger in that moment and that feeling forever, staring into the bluest eyes he had ever seen, wondering what kind of secrets and unsaid confessions were behind them, and whether he was worthy of learning about any of them.

He had every intention to find out.

“I should… go,” Joel said eventually, although the look in his eyes communicated a completely different message.

“Yeah, I’m… late for my lecture, too,” Niko said, and both men stood up. Niko waited for Joel to say something more, but when he didn’t, Niko swallowed his disappointment and fixed his hair.

“I’ll see you in English class, I guess. And hey,” he added when Joel was already on his way to the door, “if those geese ever attack you again, you know where to find me.”

Niko had to consciously command his knees to stay strong when Joel flashed him another bright smile.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “Okay, well, see ya.”

“Bye,” Niko forced himself to say, and when Joel closed the door after him, he threw himself on his bed and muffled his frustrated groan on his pillow.

He had been so close to confessing how sad he became every time Joel didn’t attend their weekly mutual lecture, and that it had been him who had taken Joel’s sunglasses to the lost-and-found when he had forgotten them in the classroom (he had been too much of a coward to give them to the man himself), or at least tell Joel he’d like to spend some more time together, outside the artificial context of English classes.

Now, the most Niko expected was them to go back to the awkwardness of sitting side by side in class without saying a word to each other, which, after the latest incident, felt almost worse than one of them moving overseas and never seeing each other again.

Already halfway down to his pit of misery and self-pity, Niko was startled when there was a knock on his door.

Thinking it was Aleksi who had forgotten his key again, Niko didn’t hurry on his way to the door, and almost gasped out loud when he saw Joel standing at the door frame instead.

Wordlessly they just stared at each other for seconds that lasted a small eternity, but then Joel opened his mouth.

“I was just wondering if… if you’d like to… hang out, maybe? Later?”

As if bitten by a savage poultry again, Joel was visibly shivering. It might have been just the chilly hallway, but when Niko reached his hand to brush Joel’s finger with his own, he saw the man’s shoulders relax and his jaw unclench.

“I’m free tonight.”

#blind channel #blind channel rpf #blind channel fanfiction #spring fluff by theflyingfeeling #joel is some kinda sports major maybe? and niko studies literature as his major #porko and allu are there just to have some fun 😏#(but before you get excited: porko only has a few lines and aleksi is only mentioned)#olli and tommi are not mentioned but they're there too of course! possibly studying hard in the library 😇#yes it's a very different kind of college au from the one i wrote last winter lol #also: high ponytail joel! 🥰#but also: shy!joel 🥺

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capseycartwright · 2 years

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thinking about her (the winter olympics au i never finished)

#sports aus my most beloved #I’ll finish it this winter I swear #in which i ramble

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slashergirlnancy · 6 months

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why did i do all this work for a dnd AU just to end up hating it

#just gonna move onto the winter sports AU i was planning lol

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finestatue · 10 days

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you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain… and utilize the miscommunication trope 💔

#jjk #itafushi #my olympics au #lol #winter sports au

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joonipertree · 6 months

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Sugar Daddy Boxer! Bakugo Katsuki x college student gn!reader

Tags: Age gap! Bakugo is 27, reader is 22. fluff, protective bakugo, attentive bakugo, he's a boxer because I said so <3

Bro i finished this with my wrist bandaged up. The things I'd do for my anime men.

Pt 2. Pt 3

Feel free to send in requests/prompts for this AU!

"Babydoll."

....

"Babydoll."

You finally hummed, unwrapping the woollen scarf that pillowed your face. It did an amazing job to keep you warm in the cold abyss of the early morning winter but was useless in your boyfriend's heated sports car.

You let yourself unfurl, letting the warmth melt you.

"Did you sleep properly?"

"Yeah." you said with a yawn, ready to turn your brain off again.

"I'm gonna ask you how many hours and you're telling me the truth."

You made eye contact with Katsuki, who still hadn't left the front of your building mind you, and reached out for your morning kisses.

"First, answer then kisses."

You whined and squirmed before huffing into stillness when you realised he was too mean to give into you.

"Six hours."

Katsuki's already furrowed eyebrows furrowed even more but he leaned forward to kiss your puckered lips. They were warm and firm and tasted like strawberry chapstick. And the hint of your cologne wafted through you, making you sigh into him.

Katsuki tugged your lower lip into his mouth, suckling on it before letting go and kissing the corner of your lips.

"We agreed on eight, baby."

"I was doing my homework, silly."

"Was this before or after your fanfiction reading time?"

You grinned, pawing at his chest as you leaned in for another chaste kiss.

"Look at you learning, old man. It was before."

Katsuki rolled his eyes, squeezing your thigh with his rough hand before finally deciding to start the car.

"Where do you wanna get breakfast from? You're not getting a coffee, by the way."

"Excuse m---"

"Nuh uh, little one." Katsuki looked at you with an eyebrow raise. "You didn't sleep as much as you should've and it already makes you jittery."

You crossed your arms and huffed, burying yourself deeper into the leather. And you knew that you'd just say something stupid and get yourself in even more trouble, so your mouth stayed shut. Katsuki didn't bother asking again, already knowing that there was a chocolate croissant and Acai bowl that had you hooked.

He made his way into the store quickly, your body not ready to get out to the fanged monster that the winter brought. And it meant you got the wonderful opportunity to see people actively stare at your boyfriend.

It didn't matter when he didn't even bother making eye contact, hands deep in his pockets and resting bitch face on. Two boys came up to him in an excited manner that wasn't fit for early morning. And while Bakugo scowled harder, he still had the courtesy to give them his autograph. You knew that if they weren't highschool students, he'd tell them to fuck off. Bakugo never became aggressive with kids.

Once the order was handed to him, he slipped the tip into the jar at the counter. And since the man never carried change, the barista's face had twisted into shell shock. But Bakugo didn't even acknowledge it and left the premises, making his way back to you.

You were handed the croissant and Acai bowl, nose filling with pleasant scents that warmed you even further into the seat. Katsuki took a sip of his black coffee before handing you your own cup.

"It's very much decaf but I know you like your caramel macchiato."

You squealed at the gesture, not surprised that he was soft for you, and leaned in to give a big wet smooch to his cheek. His smile was evident, even when he tried to keep it hidden.

"I need to stop spoiling you."

He never did.

By the time you'd finished your drink and croissant, your uni had come into view. And as always, some people eyed the Chevrolet Corvette that your boyfriend drove. black exterior glittering in the morning sun.

After a couple affectionate kisses littered across Bakugo's face and a very long kiss on the lips, you got out of your car in your sweats and puffer jacket.

Your friends were waiting by the entrance, having come at the same time, they greeted you while eyeing the car. They knew it belonged to your boyfriend but they never knew what your boyfriend even did to be sports car rich.

"Hello, my children," You muttered out, blinking slowly as you put your scarf over your nose.

"Hey, dude. How did your--" One of your friends began to talk to you while you all walked to class. But after a good fifteen steps, you heard someone call your name.

"Oi." The gruff voice filled your ears.

The three of you turned around and your friends had been left bamboozled.

Because lo and behold, Bakugo Katsuki had graced them with his presence.

The man just held up a green canvas bag, his finger being the only thing to hold the straps. You gasped and ran to grab it, making sure to check the contents as if afraid that you forgot to put your precious artwork before you left your apartment.

"Thank you thank you thank you, 'suki." You muttered, getting on your tippy toes to kiss his nose and mouth. You had to put your hand on rock hard muscle to stabilise yourself and the pressure didn't effect him one bit. He just cupped your face and deepened the kiss before placing one on your forehead.

"Stop being a dumbfuck and sleep on time. And show me what you made when I pick you up."

Bakugo started going back to his car, not caring for the stares your friends were throwing at him. They were chill, so he's heard. Katsuki was too anti social to get first hand experience.

"My guy."

When you turned, your guy friend had grabbed you by the shoulder and shook you vigorously.

"Your rich fucking boyfriend is a WBA fighter. Dude!"

"Yeah!! He's super cool right?"

"He's a fucking god but that's besides the point." Your friend looked more and more erratic.

"Yeah and that god is giving you a death glare. Better get your hands off them, bro. You've seen the amount of blood his opponents lose." Your other friend interjected, already pulling him off of you. He looked pale.

You turned and saw Katsuki stand like a statue, hands in his pockets and eyes hardened. His teeth were gritted which worried you since he already had a bad jaw. Students were swerving away like two rivers, his body like a jagged mountain in the middle.

Your double thumbs up and wide grin was the only thing that broke him out of his stance, shoulders relaxing and jaw releasing from its hold. Katsuki scanned the two men for a few more seconds before he turned and left with a wave of his hand.

"Fuck, I don't think I'll be able to breathe properly all day."

You turned with a skip in your step, happy to have seen your boyfriend for a few extra seconds in the morning.

"He's like a doberman. Such a cutie pie."

"I feel like that's an accurate description considering he would bite our heads off but only let you pet him."

"I see no cuteness in that man."

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katuski #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha bakugou #bnha x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugou

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hanniewinnix · 1 month

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Band of Brothers Sports AU Moodboard Series??

Alright how about this. A BofB Sports AU where the boys are in different sports and would be in the same ones whenever I feel like it. I want to see our favorite ships in jerseys, uniforms, in trainings etc. But also there are rare pairings too. I dunno. Whatever that makes me feel good. Anyone wanna be tagged?

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loveindefinitely · 5 months

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༊*·˚ NEW JOBS AND DEATH THREATS — cod x reader

CRAVE YOU — call of duty x reader CHAPTER ONE

featuring. simon 'ghost' riley + johnny 'soap' mactavish + kyle 'gaz' garrick + john 'bravo six' price + alejandro vargas + rodolfo 'rudy' parra + könig + keegan p. russ

warnings. nsfw, fem!reader, prison au, serial killer au, reverse harem, therapist/patient, medical inaccuracies, graphic violence, depictions of murder, everyone's unhinged, poly tf141, minor ships, threesomes, foursomes, gangbangs, this is not medical advice!!

series masterlist. read on ao3.

Life was hard. That was a fact.

Bills and groceries didn’t pay for themselves. That was also a fact.

Adding these two factors together, the final product will be a high-risk job in one of the highest-risk places on Earth. That’s… not a fact.

And yet, here you are, standing at the visitor entrance of Las Almas Prison, sporting a disgruntled grimace and a new pair of black slacks that you’d splurged on. They, at least, made your ass look good, although that was truly the least of your worries.

No. Your current list of worries looked something like this;

Getting Murdered

Getting Attacked

Vomiting Within The First Five Minutes Of Your New Job?

…Yeah. Something like that.

The early morning sun is blinding where it sits, just off to the side of the giant concrete building that was the main offices and Visitor Centre. The fact that you were standing in front of what was only a small part of the overall prison grounds was… alarming.

You were well aware that this was the largest prison in your country, housing the most lethal and awful of criminals. Some you’d seen either on the news, or heard of in passing conversations.

This was the real deal. And, somehow, you’d managed to find yourself being hired to work here. You. Work with serial killers. The worst of the worst.

With the stress on your bank account, and the endless struggle that was trying to find a stable career in the current job market, you simply had no other choice but to accept the offer. It paid extremely well, had great benefits, and your safety was… fairly considered.

The amount of NDAs, liability clauses and agreements, however?

Not the best at calming your nerves, to say the least.

The biting chill of the winter wind has you wrapping your arms around yourself, leather bag slung over your shoulder as you finally step through the automatic sliding door.

You’re not surprised to find that the chill only deepens inside the concrete walls of the building, with no heaters or air conditioning from what you can see. There is, however, bright white overhead lights that do nothing except aid the throbbing in the side of your head – probably due to the restless sleep you’d had the night before, anticipation and anxiety warring inside of your thoughts.

There’s an office in front of you as you step in, with only a few decades-old couches to your right, in front of a dingy TV that’s turned off. Saving their budget for more important things, you suppose.

The walls are a pale, grimy yellow, with sparse photos hung about, framing newspaper articles that are surely from the last century, and black and white pictures of the prison’s opening.

It’s an unsettling place, that much you’ve already gathered.

You haven’t even actually been inside the prison, you remind yourself, your stomach churning where it now lays at your feet.

Without a second thought, you continue with hurried steps to the front desk, where scratched plastic encases the sole woman inside, sitting behind a monitor. There’s a circle of holes that allow for sound to pass through, but other than that, there’s no way of entering from this room. With a quick study of your surroundings, you see a steel door to the left of where the desk sits, with a small square window covered in iron bars.

…Jesus christ.

“Can I help you?” The woman drawls, sliding her glasses further up her nose. Her voice is nasally, and the words come out in a slow drawl as she looks you up and down, unimpressed.

You give her your best smile, although even you can tell that it’s an uneasy one. “Yes! This is my first day, I think I’m supposed to be meeting Kate Laswell?” You ask, nerves betraying your voice with unsteady breaths.

The woman snaps her gum.

You stand there.

She blows it again.

You continue to stand there.

Her gaze is bored and completely void of any thought, before she nods slowly. “Laswell… I’ll call her.”

Really, you couldn’t be more shocked if you tried. What the fuck was happening? How could one lack so much… professionalism?

“Hi, Kate. Yes, it’s Jenny. I have a new hire who apparently wants to see you…” Her voice remains that unbearably slow, sloth-like delivery, before her eyes unhurriedly meet yours again. “What’s your name…?”

You give it to her, tone only the slightest bit impatient as you roll back on the heels of your feet. You can only hope that your black boots are appropriate; you’d figured that they were safe, closed-toe and still somewhat professional.

Time would tell. Jenny was giving you the impression that they were more than acceptable, because at least they got you to do your job in a timely manner.

Jenny says a few more words to who can only pray is Laswell on the other end of the phone, before she places it back in its holder.

“Laswell will be here any…” She pops her gum once more, and maybe, just maybe, you can understand the urge to murder. “Moment.”

You give her a tight, painful smile. “Thank you, Jenny.”

She doesn’t respond, and you decide to just stand back and wait. You certainly weren’t complaining – any more conversation with her would’ve ended with a severe lack of hair on your head.

A minute passes, before a buzz in the pocket of your slacks has your throat tightening.

Pulling out your phone, your next exhale comes out shaky as you read the text.

Charlie: get milk otw home used it all

No ‘good luck’. No… ounce of care for you, or the absolute stress that comes with a new job, let alone one like this.

When you’d told him about the offer, all he’d said was, “It might make you worth something for a change.” Didn’t even question, not for a minute, the risks that came with a job like this. He simply couldn’t give less of a fuck.

“Doctor?” The sound of a door opening, and the kind, almost motherly tone of the voice has you shoving your phone into your pocket once more as you turn to the source of the sound.

It’s a woman, her hair pulled back into a slick bun, one hand holding what seems to be a clipboard. Her other hand rests in the pocket of a white coat, not unlike one a scientist would be fashioning in a lab. Her smile is warm, the corner of her eyes crinkling as you direct a smile of your own her way.

“Kate Laswell?” You ask, extending your hand for her to shake. Taking her hand out of her pocket, she accepts it gracefully, nodding her head.

“The one and only,” she says, before gesturing to the steel door she’d entered through. “Now, today we’ll get you set up with a keycard, general rules, and I’ll have you meet two of your patients.”

You nod, following her as she swipes a card in a black reader, before the red light buzzes green, and she pulls the door open. Right behind her, you take an unstable deep breath as you take in the greyed, jagged walls, a complete contrast to the painted ones of the entrance room.

“We really are so glad to welcome you to our team,” she continues, her black work shoes clicking against the smooth concrete flooring. She doesn’t turn to you as she speaks, but her voice carries around the echoey hallway. “You’ll make a great addition. A necessary one, also. We’ve needed an innovative, young therapist for a while. Most of our… previous hires have held out-dated beliefs, and a lack of humanity for their clientele.”

That makes your brows furrow in confusion. “That’s… odd,” you murmur, before pausing your steps as Laswell stops, swiping her keycard, before entering another room.

As you step into the newly revealed space, your eyes go wide as you take it in.

It’s a wide, large space, with several floors. Metal staircases sit at either end of the vast space, allowing access to every floor. Guards sit at every level, some walking around the space where you and Laswell stand.

It’s a lot, all at once. You’d never even stepped foot into a prison – not before now.

“Most inmates are at the mess for breakfast,” Laswell supplies, turning to you with a neutral expression. She gestures for you to follow her back out of the space, and you do with hurried steps. “The ones you’ll be dealing with, however… they usually eat by themselves.”

You don’t decide to push that statement, not now, as you continue to follow her down the hallway.

“You won’t be seeing much of the prison,” she admits. “There’s heavily guarded spaces on the top floor for your sessions, both for your protection and for the safety of our staff and other low-risk inmates.”

You nod, humming a sound of affirmation as the two of you start heading up the cleaner steps at the end of the hallway. The staff staircase, you suppose.

“Today, you’ll be meeting two of our more… understanding ambers.”

You raise a brow. “Ambers? What does that mean?”

She turns her head over her shoulder, just enough to shoot you a knowing look. “Ambers are our highest-risk inmates. We house ten of them, and you’ll be dealing with eight as per your contract.”

Your stomach falls. You’d known, of course, that the risks were high when applying for this role. But… this was more than you’d imagined, in a way. Ambers. Huh.

Silence falls over the two of you as you make your way up the never-ending steps, no windows in sight. It’s unnerving, in a creepy, strange way. When you finally reach the top, you try and hide how out of breath you are from that small exertion.

Fucking christ.

Laswell, for her part, looks completely fine in an effortless way. You can’t eve find it in yourself to be envious. The feeling’s closer to admiration.

“Here’s the files on them both. You’ll be seeing Kyle Garrick first,” she hands you the clipboard she’d been carrying, and you accept it with only a slight tremble. She doesn’t comment on it, and you find yourself warming up to her already. “They’ll be restrained, and there is heavy security, so you needn’t worry about that side of things.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” you say earnestly, flipping through the files without reading much of anything, not yet.

She waves you off with a soft chuckle. “None of that. Kate’s more than fine,” she insists, and you give her a bright smile in return. Maybe this job wouldn’t be so bad – a boss like this was much better than a creepy middle-aged man any day of the week.

You don’t realise you’ve made it to a small room until she stops walking, scanning her keycard and pushing the door open, gesturing you in. “While you have your first two sessions, I’ll sort your keycard and the rest of the processes out. I wish you luck.”

With that, the door shuts behind you, and you’re alone in a small room.

It matches the rest of the hallways you’ve seen – grey concrete walls, grey concrete floors. The only furniture, however, is one metal table drilled into the floor in the centre, one chair on either side.

…It’s depressing. Not at all like you’d prefer, not for a fucking therapy session, but then again, you hadn’t met your clients yet.

Ambers. High-risk.

With a deep breath, you take a seat at the chair closest to you, finally reading through the top file on the clipboard.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick.

You skim over the height, weight, sex – immediately reading the comments made and his sentence.

Mass murderer. Motivated attacks.

Your eyes go wide, almost comically so, as you bite at your lip, folding one leg over the other as you continue to read.

Of course, you’d prepared, been made aware that you’d be dealing with murderers. But having it in black and white, right in front of you, is a whole other thing entirely.

Apparently, they were motivated attacks. Targets being large CEOs, specifically those with reported claims of misuse of power, and those against green laws. Anti-environment types.

The motive is… you’re aware killing is bad. You hadn’t spent years studying for a degree in Psychology to think otherwise. But it wasn’t as simple as some made it out to be. You’d done papers suggesting that certain motives implied healthier patterns, healthier outlets.

If you had to choose between him killing pregnant women, and CEOs with broken moral compasses?

It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out your answer.

You’re about to flip the page when there’s a knock on the door on the other side of the room, before it opens.

There’s two guards that walk in, before a man in an olive green jumpsuit follows, hands cuffed tightly together in front of him, head down. Another guard from behind shoves him in, too rough for your liking. You sit up straighter, eyes assessing as you take in the man in the jumpsuit.

He’s forced into the chair opposite you, before one of the guards grabs his cuffed wrists and chains them to a rig in the middle of the table. You’re grateful for the precautions, but there’s a part of you that feels guilty watching the manhandling of the seemingly calm man.

“Half an hour,” the most brutish guard of them all grits out, beer belly spilling out over his belted jeans. He jostles the chain attaching his wrists to the table unnecessarily, and your eyes narrow.

He goes to leave, along with another guard, but one stands to stay in position inside, beside the door.

Your brows furrow, and you speak up before you can stop yourself. “Sorry, sir, but my sessions will need confidentiality, as for the best results. I’m sure that I’ll be safe with his restraints.”

The guard stares you down, seemingly mulling your words over, before shrugging and leaving the room, door shutting behind him.

…Huh. Alright.

You find your posture relaxing, just slightly, which is odd, considering you’re now only a metre or two away from a convicted murderer.

His gaze is trained to the table, left foot tapping incessantly against the concrete floor.

“It’s nice to meet you, Gaz,” you say with a soft tone and a gentle smile. You figure that his nickname is the best bet, not wanting to stir up any possible traumas with his given name during your first session with the man. “I’ll be your new psychiatric evaluator.”

His eyes flick up, meeting yours, and he nods slowly, as if awaiting a punchline.

“Is it okay for me to call you Gaz?” You ask, tilting your head to the side and flipping to an empty page to take notes on. You’d need to grab a notebook from home, you decide.

He relaxes, only the smallest of movements, and he nods. “Gaz, yeah.”

Your smile widens at the small victory. Any step towards progress was a huge one, in your eyes. You’d be facing a lot of them in the coming days.

“Do you have any advice for this place?” You push, trying to form a bond of trust with the dark-haired man. “I’m gonna be honest, you’re my first patient, and I’ve only met Laswell and… Jenny?”

His mouth quirks at that, a dimple showing to the left of his mouth as he looks back up at you. “Jenny’s a character, ain’t she?”

You laugh, a genuine one, and nod. “She certainly is. You’ve met her?”

He shrugs, shoulders relaxing slightly. “Few times, yeah. She drives me up the fuckin’ wall.” His accent is only minimally apparent, but his voice is of a somewhat humorous tone.

Small victories.

“Well,” he exhales, settling into his chair a bit as he seems to ponder. “Do ya know who else you’re assigned to?”

You’d been sure to thoroughly go over your contract, and you were allowed to disclose your other patients between your others. They’d find out within the day, anyways, so there was no point in being discreet.

“It’s only you and a… John Price? Today. I’m sure I’ll find out the other six over the next few days,” you say, appreciating that he’s starting conversations. It’s more than you’d allowed yourself to hope for.

Gaz’s eyes light up, and even if you hadn’t been incessant in watching him, it’d be an obvious shift in emotions. “Price?”

You nod, quickly making a note on your clipboard, before folding your hands in your lap as you gesture for him to continue with a quick inclination of your head.

“He’s the best. Man’s a legend,” he enthuses. “Love ‘im.”

There’s… a hidden truth to that statement, that you make a mental note to unpack during a later session. Your smile is a natural one as you say, “He’s an amber, correct? Laswell told me I’d been assigned eight out of ten ambers… you’re one of them, right?”

Gaz seems to fold into himself, and you kick yourself for going back to square one. He answers, however.

“...Yeah. Only Ghost ‘nd Valeria are aggressive, though. We’re just… misunderstood,” he murmurs, and in the back of your brain, you find yourself believing his words.

“Thank you,” you smile, and he responds with a sharp one of his own. Maybe you’d covered more ground than you’d expected. “I think it’d been mentioned that I was only assigned men, due to the nature of the job, or something like that.”

Seeming to mull over your words, he starts to slowly nod. “Sounds ‘bout right. As long as you don’t get Graves, you’ll be alright. The others are… fuckin’ weird, but they’re good men. Mostly.”

That’s a lot of information at once, and quite frankly, it takes a moment for you to process.

“‘Good men’. What do you think it takes to be a good man?” You ask, curiosity laced into your tone. Getting to ask such questions of a convicted murderer, it’s a thrilling, exhilarating task.

His eyes don’t shift as he replies. “Good men do the acts others are too scared to do. They see the evil in the world, and rid of it with their own bare hands. You can be an ethical murderer, Doc.”

Those words, they’re – they’re authentic, and conviction aches in their structure.

You swallow around a dry mouth.

“You think you’re a good man?” You ask.

His smile would be seen as warm to any who weren’t aware of his acts, but to you – it’s chilling. Haunting in a way you’ve never experienced.

It remains as he answers.

“I think that I’m a man who people wish they had the bravery to be.”

a/n. okay so im really nervous about posting this, cause ITS EIGHT FUKCING LOVE INTERESTS and also im a humanities girl not a science one!! sociology all the way not psych!! so forgive me for all the inaccuracies and legality issues please. im just a girl. hopefully u guys will like this one? i mean, obsessed serial killers cod is smth i need so here we are. all comments and feedback mean so muchhh ty ily mwah mwah mwah

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