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bg3 companions as college students

shadowheart: 2nd yr misanthropic nursing/premed student and shes weird and religious. good in clinicals but doesn’t respect any of her patients. spends all her time getting piss drunk at parties and forgetting abt hookups

lae'zel: 2nd yr polisci, in rotc, plans to enlist as soon as she graduates. the buildings least favorite RA. 😬 someone pls stop her. always scaring ppl at the gym too

karlach: 1st year, but shes a few yrs older. majoring in child development/education and is a student athlete but she may have to drop out for health reasons real soon ...

wyll: mizora’s been paying his tuition ever since his dad kicked him out. he’s a third year majoring in business administration because it’s what his dad would want but he honestly hates it and spends more time among ppl studying social work and psychology. volunteers at an elementary school.

gale: MBA grad student/TA for an online class. his bachelors is in chemical engineering with a minor in english for funsies. he's only on campus when he absolutely needs to be

astarion: not even a college student but he hangs around campus anyway. babyfaced 30 year old whos finally achieving twink death but don't tell him that. sometimes he tells ppl hes in pre-law just to fuck with them

Can you write a sequel to your Heart Skips a Beat fic you wrote a few years ago? I really love that fic and wanna know more about their story. Since it was a Halloween fic and December is coming up, why not write a Christmas party sequel. Since Levi is an Premed student, maybe Zeke could be his rival who is aiming to be a doctor like his father. And is annoyed he keeps making moves on his pre-law girlfriend.

thanks for allowing me to return to one of my most beloved aus 💕

selective amnesia

rivetra. college/university au. 1859 words. read on ao3.

Levi navigates through the crowd of drunk college students, trying hard not to breathe in the scent of alcohol, hot chocolate, and peppermint. It’s not often that he comes to these parties wearing something other than scrubs, but for once he’s not here to answer an EMS call. He’s here to pick up his girlfriend, who he can spot laughing on the couch with a drink in her hand. He suspects it’s the sickeningly sweet (and most likely spiked) hot chocolate that someone had tried to hand him as soon as he walked in. Levi had abandoned his own cup on a shelf on his way to the living room, but he can see that Petra’s cheeks have a familiar flush that typically appears once she’s had her fair share of alcohol.  

Like many others at the party, Petra is wearing a costume. She’s in a ballet outfit — or what looks like what could be a ballet outfit based off the tutu and ballet shoes although Levi believes she’s taken a few liberties with her ballerina costume from the corset she wears. Apparently, she’s supposed to be the sugar plum fairy from the Nutcracker ballet. Her costume is lacking wings, but Levi doesn’t know anything about the play to say if this is accurate or not.  

Most people are dressed as elves or reindeer. A few guys are wearing Santa costumes. Others are dressed as other popular winter holiday figures: Jack Frost, the Grinch, and someone is even dressed as Jack Skellington for some reason. There a few peculiar costumes here and there: a Christmas tree, an ornament, a candy cane, among others. It’s mostly a spattering of red, green, and white across the room. Levi sticks out like a sore thumb in his gray winter coat and dark jeans. 

He observes the man beside Petra that has been lucky enough to be in her company this evening. It’s the all too familiar face of Zeke Jaeger, another pre-med student in Levi’s year. Despite sharing nearly all their classes since freshman year, Levi isn’t very fond of Zeke and he’s fairly certain the feeling is mutual. Admittedly, Levi hadn’t been the friendliest when Zeke had attempted to befriend him, but Levi has never seen the point of allying himself with people just because they shared the same career path. Aside from major, he and Zeke have nothing in common. Where Zeke likes to attend every frat party and networking event he can to make connections, Levi prefers to only do the absolute minimum when it comes to networking and spent the rest of his time studying or working at EMS. Because of their differences in social circles and extracurriculars, the two hardly run into each other and rarely butt heads until they found that they had a mutual interest: Petra.  

Zeke had the misfortune of meeting Petra much later than Levi. Pre-meds and pre-law students don’t usually run in the same circles and Zeke had only met Petra after she had showed up to one of Levi’s EMS meetings. It was a chance encounter and one Zeke undoubtedly believed was fate — he didn’t typically attended EMS meetings, choosing to skip them as much as possible without getting kicked out, and law students weren’t usually interested in EMS club meetings. The look of devastation and horror on Zeke’s face when he found out that Petra was there for Levi did fill Levi was satisfaction, but he didn’t know that satisfaction would be fleeting and that Zeke would then proceed to find every possible chance he could to spend time with Petra despite Petra’s relationship status. Because of Levi’s relationship with Petra, it meant that he also had to spend time more time than he wanted with Zeke, who never got the hint that Petra is fully committed and has no intention of leaving Levi. It’s more of a nuisance than anything else, although Levi is slightly amused because despite all of Zeke’s meddling, Petra cannot for the life of her remember who Zeke is. 

Levi can see that Petra has once again forgotten who Zeke is by the way she interacts with him on the couch. Despite the arm Zeke has thrown over the back of the couch where Petra is sitting, she’s sitting at the edge of her seat, playing with her empty cup and laughing at whatever Zeke is saying but not engaging with him otherwise. She smiles politely at him, the smile never quite reaching her eyes, and covers her face partially with her hand whenever she giggles to take a quick look around. As soon as she spots Levi, her already half-hearted attention leaves Zeke entirely and is wholly directed towards Levi. Petra’s face breaks into a smile and she immediately leaves her seat to bound into Levi’s arms.  

“Levi!” she cries delightedly, her breath smelling of hot chocolate and peppermint schnapps. She nuzzles her head affectionately against Levi’s neck. “You took too long.”  

“Looks like you had company, though,” Levi replies.  

He’s acutely aware of Petra and all things related to Petra. He’s aware of how attractive she is and how attractive other guys find her. He’s aware of how short her tulle skirt is and how Zeke’s eyes are gazing at Petra wolfishly even as she’s wrapped tightly around her boyfriend. It’s a lie to say that Levi isn’t the jealous, possessive type, and when he drapes his coat around Petra’s shoulders the reason is not solely because he’s noticed the goosebumps that have risen on her bare arms.  

“Oh, thank you,” Petra says, not even so much as casting a backwards glance at Zeke. She’s forgotten him completely despite him undoubtedly keeping her company most of the evening. She wraps herself in Levi’s coat, a slightly larger fit than her own coats although the shoulders are much broader than hers, before wrapping her arms around Levi once more and inhaling his scent deeply. “You smell so nice.”  

“Are you ready to leave already?” he asks as he pats her ginger hair affectionately, careful not to jostle the sparkling tiara that is perched perfectly on her head. She’s sprayed something in her hair and the palm of his hand comes away with sparkles.  

“You should stay, Petra,” Zeke says loudly, but Petra’s either too intoxicated or infatuated to let her attention be stolen by anyone other than Levi. When he notices that Petra hasn’t even turned her head, Zeke raises his voice to be better heard over the party. “Why did you come so late if you were just going to leave, Levi?”  

“I had to take over someone’s EMS shift. They were a no-show,” Levi replies easily, fixing an icy stare at Zeke who doesn’t even have the shame to look embarrassed even though it’s clear that Levi is alluding to him. Then again, this is far from the first time that Levi has covered Zeke’s shift, although it was more to bolster his own CV for medical school rather than doing Zeke a favor.  

“God, what a fucking jerk,” Petra mumbles against Levi’s skin, but her voice is still loud enough for Zeke to hear and it’s only when Petra has an opinion that Zeke’s cheeks begin to burn an ugly, angry red.  

“I’m going to get a drink,” Zeke mutters, getting up from the couch and pushing past Levi and Petra to get to the kitchen where the crock pot half filled with spiked hot chocolate sits.  

“You’re not going to say goodbye to your friend?” Levi asks as he turns his head to watch Zeke retreat.  

“Who’s that?” Petra sniffs, wrinkling her nose at Levi. She yawns, covering her mouth half-heartedly before resting her head yet again on Levi’s shoulder. “I thought he was your friend. He said you guys were classmates.”  

Levi tries to navigate them towards the door. It’s difficult to move when his girlfriend insists on attaching herself to his side, but he doesn’t have the heart to unwind her arms around his neck so he does an awkward shuffle while trying not to bump into anyone. “I don’t know why he says that. You get along with him much better than I ever have.”  

Petra lifts her head and gives Levi a confused look. “What are you talking about? I’ve never seen that guy before in my life.”  

Levi snorts. He would suspect that she was lying just to appease him, but she’s never remembered Zeke no matter how drunk or sober she was. If Zeke were to ever find out, he’d surely be heartbroken although Levi wonders how it’s not painfully obvious by now. Petra never approaches Zeke first, she avoids addressing Zeke as much as possible, and she doesn’t have the faintest air of recognition when she sees him. Levi wonders if Zeke is just in denial. 

“You spent most of the party talking to a total stranger instead of having fun with everyone else?” Levi asks. 

“He didn’t seem to want to talk to anyone else, and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings,” Petra pouts. 

“You’re too nice.”  

“I am not. I’ll have you know that I completely obliterated the defense attorney and his client at the mock trial in my introduction to criminal law class the other day,” Petra huffs. “He was crying, the defendant was crying, and so were some people sitting in the jury.”  

“That’s my girl,” Levi says. He reaches up to untangle Petra’s arms from around his neck when he notices her lifting her face towards his, her eyes closed. “What are you doing?”  

Petra cracks open an eye. “I thought we were kissing,” she replies, her lips still pursed. 

“After you spent the night talking to another man?” Levi asks with a raised brow. He’s not actually bothered by it in the least, but it is amusing to see Petra get flustered anyway. 

“You didn’t come until so much later,” Petra says. She tugs at the hem at the bottom of Levi’s sweater. “I missed you the entire night. You abandoned me, Levi, to save other people’s lives!”  

“You’re absolutely right. I should have let everyone die,” Levi deadpans before planting a kiss on Petra, one that she eagerly reciprocates. The taste of chocolate peppermint would probably taste overpowering on its own, but it tastes just right on Petra’s lips and his lips part easily to take in more of her. He probably kisses her a little harder, a little more passionately than he normally would in public, but the possibility of Zeke watching only makes this kiss more delicious. When they finally part, Levi casts a backwards glance and sees Zeke’s shocked face. To Petra, Levi asks, “Ready to go? Better leave before we get snowed in here.”  

“As long as I’m snowed in with you,” Petra chirps happily. She also glances back and notices Zeke staring at them. She leans over towards Levi and whispers, “Is that a friend of yours?” Once again, she’s forgotten Zeke.  

“Not at all,” Levi says with a smirk and wraps his arm around Petra before leading her through the hallway and out the door, leaving everything else behind.  

anywyass can u please make law x fem reader?? college au and theyre trying ti help each other out during exams,, hcs please Sorry if it doesnt make sense TT

collage au: law and his fem!s/o studying for exams

a/n- COLLAGE AU YESSS

she slammed the pencils and various assignments on the “lounge” room table where the two of them were studying in law’s dorm.

“alright law we got a couple of hours we’re gonna study like crazy and pull the all nighter of our lives.” he raised a brow at her seriousness “y/n-”

she raised her index finger and cut him off “aht aht you are literally a premed student you never sleep anyways so you saying i can’t pull an all nighter would be hypocritical.”

she raised the mini mart bag that was next to her with a smirk “i got coffee too but the good kind. so no sleeping!”

he rolled his eyes and snagged a study sheet from across the table and took one of the many bottles of pre made coffee.

“so what’s the first subject anyways?”

Two premed students help bust shitty and vandalizing neighbors

warning: long story 

This was actually quite recent(about 6 months ago). So to quickly tell about myself and my partner(the coworker kind). As the title suggests, I am a pre-med student who wants to be a forensic psychiatrist aka if law enforcement needs a human lie detector or to perhaps diagnose a suspect, I’m your gal. The other person is my wonderful partner, who for the sake of this story will be called B. B wants to be a medical examiner(you know autopsies!) and he came from a different state to pursue medicine at one the more prestigious schools. So me and B need to get a certain amount of clinical experience or shadowing hours as part of the application to med school and as a result got paired together at a local hospital’s forensic medicine program and hit it off immediately but I digress!

Now on the actual story, it should be noted that I am Indian(like the country) and as my fellow Desis know, certain people in the community can be excessively jealous, petty and/or competitive. The neighbors right across from us were that brand of Desi x100. I live on campus and so does B in the apartments because being pre-med can be busy, however, I do have a car so I can go home, shopping etc. and B often carpools with me. So I come home one weekend so I can help my mum plant some flowers for spring in the front yard and it was so beautiful when we finished. My mum had purchased some beautiful Hibiscus flower bushes and jasmine plants,plants that reminded her of the garden back in India and of her father(who had recently passed). Both my parents the next day had to go to work and my little brother went to school and me back to uni and this is where shit hits the fan. I come back to my apartment and get a tearful call from my mother telling me that someone had cut all the buds off from the jasmine bush! Of course, I comfort her saying that it’ll grow back and that whoever did it will pay.

Flash forward to about a week later, I again get a call from my mom saying that someone had  messed with the garden again. I just so happen to be hanging out B this time and B insists that we go check it out and that he wanted to help patch it up. So we rush to my parents place and damn “messed up” was an understatement. Buds were chopped and on the ground, a hibiscus plant uprooted, you get the idea. Of course both of us lose our shit and convince my mum and dad to buy security cameras, since both of my parents were planning to go out of town on a business trip and little bro was going to be coming to live with me in the meanwhile. So we help them install the cameras,fix up the garden and then call it a day.

Several days later, both me and B go back to see and review the footage with the parents and recall those crappy neighbors? The footage shows the husband and his eldest son coming in wreaking havoc on the garden by uprooting plants and stuff. Now, this ain’t the first time they’ve displayed their hatred of my family. The elder son, who is in my little bro’s grade, picks on him at school after bro beat him in a robotics competition to design an invention. When my parents bought a new lawn mower that was wireless, they bought the same thing. When I got a haircut, the wife copied the haircut and insisted that she looked way better at a party. All in all, my family got so many weird vibes from them in the past that it was not as shocking as it was upsetting. My mother planted that garden for my late grandpa!

THE REVENGE

So rather than involving legal action, me,B and my family decided to show the tape at the annual HOA neighborhood block party,where you could make your own films, preform music etc. Since one of the people in the neighborhood was a detective it would seem fitting, plus mum wanted to humiliate the people who vandalized her memorial garden so that way the entire neighborhood would know what crappy people they were. So me and B submitted the tape under the title “The Comeback” and attended the party. So as we were all enjoying the food and entertainment the tape was projected in front almost 40 families and the husband had to pay a hefty fine for vandalizing property and pay my parents a fee to pay for replacing all the stuff the messed with while his son was let off with a warning. Either way, it was satisfying to see the sheer horror on their faces when we exposed them for the turds they were. Of course, they now hate us even more and now the other people living in the neighborhood installed their own security cameras as a precaution in case something similar happens again. The only thing that made me and B feel  bad though was the fact that their sweet younger son started crying at the party and that he has to have shitheads for a family.

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the world is not a wish-granting factory

Summary: It’s just that she really doesn’t want to let go of this dream of hers, but the longer she holds on to it, the more intense it will be, and the more she will resent herself and Jake and the life that they have if it never comes true.(pre- and post-6x12, from Amy's perspective.)

Notes: I’ve given credit for some things at the end. 

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Amy’s seventeen years old and in a heated argument with her parents over college applications. They want her to major in something “useful,” like engineering or political science. With her outstanding GPA, plethora of AP classes, and stellar test scores, getting into such competitive majors wouldn’t be a problem for her, so her parents don’t (or won’t) understand why she’s applying for Art History instead.

“You’re just worried about how you spent the past three years bragging about how amazing your daughter is to your stupid friends, and now you’re trying to figure out how to tell them that I won’t be premed or prelaw like they’re all expecting me to be,” Amy hisses.

“Don’t be ridiculous, mija, we’re not expecting you to be a doctor; we know you eventually want to join the police force. But it’s good to have a back up plan with actual job prospects just in case,” her father implores.

“Plus, we mostly just talk about your brother,” her mom says, fondly. “This isn’t about the neighbors at all; we just want what’s best for you.”

Amy opens her mouth to yell again, but David (who was asked by her parents to be present for this conversation for reasons she has yet to discover) steps in first, saying, “You know, Amy, our parents do have a point. For example, I’m majoring in criminal justice, which will give me an excellent foundation for a career in law enforcement, but also for law in general, as well as the skills I will need when I become police captain. Of course, you probably won’t make it that far in the force, but you should still use your college education wisely.”

To Amy’s disgust, her parents beam at her brother’s words. “What do you mean, ‘I won’t get that far’?” Amy asks, her eyes flashing.

David simply laughs. “You do want children, don’t you?” he asks.

The question catches her off-guard. She’s loved them for as long as she can remember, and she did spend the last summer babysitting her oldest brother’s twin toddlers ten hours a day for two weeks. It was one of the most difficult and stressful things she ever had to do, but the thought of doing it again only made her feel warm and happy inside.

“I mean, yeah. But that’s still a long way off,” she says, finally.

“I’m just saying. Pregnancy and raising a kid isn’t really conducive to the lifestyle of policemen, especially at higher ranks with more responsibilities. It will be incredibly hard to have both a family and a career.”

“Yeah, well? I’m going to major in what I’m passionate about, become the youngest female police captain in NYPD history, and start a family before you even have a chance,” Amy retorts, turning and stomping up the stairs. Once she’s in her room, she takes out her life calendar and pencils in “start planning for kids” six months after she takes the sergeant’s exam.

Amy’s in college and her philosophy professor assigns them a one-page paper where they have to describe who or what they work so hard for; professional aspirations don’t count.

Amy chews on the tip of her pen before writing, “I want to set a good example for the next generation, including my own children. I want to make sure that they know they have the ability to change the world.”

Amy’s been a detective for a few years now and she can count the number of times she got six or more hours of sleep in the past six months on one hand. It’s her dream job, but it’s so, so exhausting.

She’s been with Jake for about a year now. They’ve talked about moving in together (although it has yet to happen), and she sees a future with him. She’d be lying if she said she hasn’t daydreamed about a wedding in a library, Jake waiting for her at the altar, or tiny children with Jake’s smile and her hair running around the park. However, she’s still unsure. There hasn’t been one full week where Terry, the one cop she knows who has a leadership position in the squad and young kids, hasn’t called Sharon apologizing for not being able to pick up the twins or for coming home late – and Sharon isn’t even a cop. Amy’s not entirely convinced that she and Jake would be able to handle the responsibility, especially with her career aspirations.

One day, while she’s waiting in the hospital for yet another one of her nieces to be born, she remembers David’s words from long-ago, and can’t help but think he was correct. The demands of policework are difficult enough on their own, without adding the responsibility of kids on top of it. How on earth did her parents manage it?

When she asked her dad, though, his answer was somewhat surprising. “We waited until I was a lieutenant. Higher levels mean a lot more work, but the hours themselves get easier because a lot of your additional duties are administrative. If you plan well, it shouldn’t be a problem to manage,” he tells her.

Maybe, just maybe, it is possible, after all.

Amy’s sitting in bed doing the crossword puzzle, Jake’s arm loosely draped across her legs as he tries to fall asleep next to her – tries being the operative word here, because he’s spent the past half-hour just staring at her with one eye, the other half of his face buried in the pillow. Everytime she looks over at him, he quickly pretends to be asleep; it might be the cutest thing Amy’s ever seen him do.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spots the card Cagney and Lacey made them on his dresser. Although serving cake for dinner and letting them play with the windows were not exactly representative of great parental skills, just being around the kids and shaping their minds made her feel satisfied and joyous in a very different way from what her job provided, and she badly wants that experience again.

She brushes the hair out Jake’s face to get his attention. “Hey, babe?” she asks.

“Mm, yeah?” comes the slightly muffled response. Jake groans and rolls onto his side. “What’s up?” he asks again.

“Do you see us doing that again in the future?” she asks, nodding at the card.

“What, babysitting? Sure. It was pretty fun,” Jake says, before closing his eyes.

Amy tries again. “No, I mean like the whole thing. Like, raising them,” she says.

When she looks at her boyfriend, she realizes he’s fast asleep, for real this time.

Amy’s now engaged, and the giddy feeling she gets whenever she sees the ring on her finger has yet to wear off.

She’s admiring the way the light reflects off of the small diamond when a red circle around today’s date on her life calendar catches her eye. In small writing, it says, “start planning for kids.”

Shit. They’re getting married soon, and they haven’t even discussed anything regarding a family.

She looks at her snoring boyfriend – fiancé, she reminds herself with a grin – next to her, and wonders if he would want children. Almost like a movie, her mind replays memories of him babysitting Nikolaj, their escapades with Cagney and Lacey, the day he tried to teach her two-year-old nephew how to make pancakes. He would make a wonderful father, that’s for certain.

The results of her sergeant’s exam haven’t been released yet, but she’s almost certain she would pass. Would they be able to handle the responsibility of parenting on top of their high-demand jobs? Amy wants to believe that they can, especially if they wait until after she becomes lieutenant before trying.

She makes a mental note to actually ask Jake about it later, but it slips out of her memory when his parents invite them over for Thanksgiving and insist she bring her family as well. By the time that entire fiasco blows over, she’s fully into wedding-prep, and the question of making sure her partner actually wants children has completely left her mind.

Amy’s getting married in one month, which means it’s time to get rid of the “Three Months to Go” binder and prepare the “Month Of” binder. When the new binder is finished, she reaches for her phone to take a picture of it to send to her family chat and sees a New Text notification from her brother. An image of her grinning nephew, Matthew, comes up. Amy smiles back at the picture. She can’t wait for the day she gets to go to the waterpark with a child of her own.

She walks into the bathroom where Jake is brushing his teeth, and shows him the text. “We should do this someday,” she says, and he grins. Through a mouthful of toothpaste, he replies, “Are you kidding me? Of course! I’ll start saving right away.”

Amy walks away with a smile on her lips and happiness in her heart. She can’t wait to be married.

Amy has been scheduled for six double-shifts a week for the past month, so of course her yearly visit to the doctor has to be scheduled on the one evening both she and Jake have off. The receptionist who answered when she called to reschedule refused her request, saying the clinic was over-booked as it is, which is why she finds herself at the doctor’s office at 5:00 pm instead of at home with her husband.

Amy’s sour mood doesn’t improve when the doctor tells her that she needs a pap-smear this year. As she sits up afterwards, something occurs to her. “Dr. Sanchez? When’s the latest I could possibly get pregnant?” Amy asks.

The doctor looks up. “It does become harder after the age of 35, and is difficult after 40, but certainly not impossible,” she replies. “You’re just about 36, though, so you have a little bit of time, don’t panic yet,” she adds, seeing the crestfallen look on Amy’s face.

Amy’s celebrating her anniversary in Paris (well, a hospital room decorated like Paris), and she should be happy, even over-the-moon. But she isn’t.

It’s also worth pointing out that she’s been “out of it” and unable to concentrate all day, so she’s ridiculously behind on, well, everything. Despite Jake and Holt’s assurances that spending the night in the hospital isn’t doing the precinct any harm, she’s still anxious about the amount of work she still has to do. And, as she finds out over the course of the night, her jitteriness is affecting her ability to make logical, reasonable decisions.

It all starts when Jake tells her that he didn’t want children, that he never even considered them. The suddenness, but also the lateness, of this completely throws her off. She simultaneously feels guilty for never getting around to talking to him about it, mad at him for not talking to her, and like she’s been hit by a giant sack of bricks.

Her brain spins into overdrive, struggling to make sense of this new reality. Despite knowing that it’s a terrible idea, she suggests that they hold a debate, because regardless of who wins, hearing each other’s opinions could help them reach a resolution that they’re both okay with. The debate is also a coping mechanism in her part – she doesn’t know how to fix the situation, how they can reach a compromise on a yes-or-no question, and the anxiety of it is enough to send her into a spiral; however, the debate is something she can control, something with rules and regulations and a moderator who will dole out points based on logic and facts instead of emotion and feelings.

She wins, but Jake looks so uncomfortable that she feels awful over what she did. Part of her knows that Jake now has to listen to her, that he has to agree with her, that they can start a family. That same part of her rejoices at the idea, but overall, her conscience is disgusted.

That’s when he drops the question: what would she have done if he had won? Honestly, she has no idea, and out of desperation, she tries (and fails) to bring the tone back to their usual joking banter. Instead of smiling, he calls her “cold-blooded,” and she’s done. She needs to get out of this conversation, and fast.

Amy’s grasping at straws now, trying to find something she can hold on to. She tries telling him that she’s scared too, but that doesn’t make her apprehensive or against the idea. He says that he may change his mind later, and the gloominess in the room seems to dissipate, just a little bit. The calm before the storm.

And then the other shoe drops.

Jake’s request is simple enough: he needs time to evaluate himself and his abilities, he needs time in therapy, he needs time to feel ready to say yes to children, especially since he’s said no all his life. His request is simple enough, but Amy hesitates.

Her doctor’s words from just a few days ago are ringing in her ears: it does become harder after 35. You’re 36. Time is not a luxury that she has, and they’re both near tears when she tells him so. She needs to know now.

Jake’s right, though. They are young enough that they still have a few years’ time, provided, of course, that Amy’s body is in the mood to cooperate. However, she doesn’t even want to think about waiting indefinitely for an answer, only to hear “no” when it’s too late to do anything about it. Even then, what would she do about it? Is there anything she can do? It’s not like she can force him to have children with her. There is one thing that you can do, a tiny, intrusive voice in her mind says. She knows what that is – but it’s not something she’ll ever consider. It’s just that she really doesn’t want to let go of this dream of hers, but the longer she holds on to it, the more intense it will be, and the more she will resent herself and Jake and the life that they have if it never comes true.

All of these thoughts are created over the span of two seconds, and they’re flying around her head like bees trapped in a box, struggling to escape, but her brain hasn’t come up with the words to do so properly. Jake looks at her expectantly, and the next thing she knows, the first thing she says is, “I don’t want to start over at 38.”

Immediately, she wants to turn back time and stuff the words back into her mouth. Not only did that tiny voice somehow make it to the forefront of literally everything else spinning around her mind, but it’s also so completely against what she was actually trying to say.  

“Start over? Like, with someone else?”

Amy’s heart sinks. She wants to reach out and tell him that starting over with someone else is not an option. That she misspoke and said the wrong thing and it was an accident and that she didn’t mean it, she didn’t mean any of it at all.

Instead, before she can even open her mouth, they’re interrupted. Amy has never wanted to punch a two-hundred-pound sergeant and a knife-wielding detective so much in her entire life.

That being said, the last thing she wants is for them to fight again (well, more than they already have), so when the opportunity arises, she leaves with Rosa.

Amy’s not only taken aback when Rosa chooses her side, but even more so when Rosa offers to talk to Jake for her. Something about sending an “excellent bully” after her husband doesn’t sit right with Amy, so she brushes it off. Besides, if Jake’s only real reason for why he doesn’t want children is fear, Terry’s the best person to show him the good side of fatherhood as well.

After she says this, Rosa looks at her inquisitively. “Wait, is what Terry said true? Did you guys really not talk about children before committing your lives to each other? Santiago, even I know that’s incredibly irresponsible, and I’ve never owned a binder in my entire life.”

Amy sighs. “Well, I thought we did, but he thought I just wanted to go to a waterpark. But you’re right. It doesn’t count as a proper conversation.” She twirls her hair around her finger nervously. “I don’t know. I was just so preoccupied with him in jail, and then wedding prep almost immediately after, that I didn’t really think about the tough questions.”

“Well, look how well that turned out for you,” Rosa says sarcastically. “In all seriousness, though, how are you guys going to fix this? You both seem pretty dead-set in your wishes: he wants a waterpark, you want kids.”

Inwardly, Amy groans, thinking, if Terry can’t convince him, then I don’t know. She purses her lips, and says out loud, “And the crazy part is, I really do want to go to the waterpark, but I can’t give that to him, because it’s the only card I hold.”

Suddenly, a suspicious man gets off the elevator, and in a matter of seconds, the two women have him handcuffed and against the floor.  Good, Amy thinks. This is over, and we can go home.

To her surprise, though, Terry walks up to them alone. “Where’s Jake?” Amy asks, confused. Terry mumbles something about Jake thinking the man they now have in custody was a ploy, and Amy glares at him. Terry immediately off to figure out what’s up.

He comes back agitated, his face pale. Amy and Rosa exchange a look, and Amy involuntarily grips her arm. “Jake’s in there; that patient next door to Rojas’s room has a bomb and she’s threatening to diffuse it,” Terry says.

“What do you mean? Go to him!” Amy hisses, every nerve in her body trying to stop her from screaming.

“Ames, we can’t, and you know that,” Rosa says. “If we burst in there with backup right now, it would be disastrous.” Amy is well aware of the fact, but that doesn’t mean she agrees with it. She watches angrily as Terry evacuates the floor and calls ESU and the Bomb Squad, then runs into a now-empty on-call room.

This certainly isn’t the first time Amy has been suddenly separated from Jake, not knowing if he was safe. But this is the first time it has happened after their wedding, and the first time it has happened while they still have things to talk about (his first undercover stint doesn’t count; they weren’t dating then).

Amy sinks to the floor, her back against a cot and her knees drawn to her chest, and Rosa slides down next to her. “If he doesn’t make it,” Amy murmurs, “I’ll never get to make up with him. He’s going to die thinking I want a divorce.” Her eyes smart with tears, and she stares straight ahead so the other woman doesn't notice.

Rosa awkwardly wraps an arm around her, and Amy leans into her shoulder. “He’s going to make it. He’s survived a lot without so much as a scratch. When he comes out, you guys can take a week off, go to the waterpark, and celebrate your anniversary properly.”

Amy looks up at her, confused. “I thought you–”

Rosa nods, cutting her off. “I still think you should have kids if you want them, but you can’t convince him to do anything he’s not ready for. While he may change his mind, it’s not up to you to decide that for him.” Rosa’s eyes bear into hers. “You guys need a break, and you need time to talk about this properly. The absolutely worst thing you can do right now is continue to hold cards against him for stupid reasons.”

According to the clock on the wall in front of her, fifteen minutes have passed, and Jake’s still inside. Panic blossoms in her chest. There are so many things she needs to say, things she needs to apologize for. He can’t die. He has to make it out, he has to. She’s shaking now, partially because they happen to be sitting on a vent, but mostly because she’s terrified of losing him.

She can live without him; she’s done it before. But she doesn’t want to. She doesn’t ever want to.

Amy can’t stop pacing around the small room as they wait for news. Luckily, Rosa’s radio crackles to life a few minutes later when the leader of the Bomb Squad calls in. They both listen with bated breath as he prattles on about how the bomb was defused safely and how they’ve slowly been letting patients back onto the floor. Almost an eternity later, he finally says, “The patient handling the bomb is medically ok, besides her twisted bowel, and she’s now in custody. Oh yeah! Detective Peralta is safe, too.”

Amy’s heart clenches and she pushes past Rosa and runs into the hallway. Someone yells at her to slow down, but she can’t – it’s like an invisible magnet is forcing her forward. She needs to see him now, or she may spontaneously combust.

There have been only two instances where she’s felt like this: the hostage situation their first Christmas together, and the first time she visited him in prison. Both times, it took her every ounce of willpower to stop herself from kissing him senseless. Now, though, all she wants to do is wrap him in a bone-crushing hug and never let go. When she turns the corner of the Nurse’s Station and sees him, that’s exactly what she does.

Amy can’t help but stall as the detective part of her brain takes over and asks questions about Pam and the bomb. It’s worth it, though, when Jake makes a “your butt is the bomb” joke.

She starts with the easy news first, and laughs when his eyes light up at the notion of spending a week at the waterpark. She’s about to continue, when he interrupts her.

Apparently, the grace with which he handled the bomb situation convinced him that he would be able to handle the scariness of fatherhood. Amy’s not entirely convinced – this is something they will have to revisit a few times before, she thinks, he will (or will not) be 100% ready. But he’s considering the idea, and that itself is enough for her. And this time around, when he asks her to wait a little bit, she more than willingly agrees.

Amy’s sitting cross-legged on their bed holding a set of cards, and Jake sits opposite her, trying (and failing) to learn the finer points of the rummy. They finally decide its a lost-cause when she wins the fifth game in a row.

As she packs up the cards, something occurs to her that makes her heart sink. “Hey babe?” she asks.

“Yeah?”

“You know earlier, when I said stuff earlier about starting over…the words just came out wrong, right?” she asks, reaching across the bed to intertwine her fingers with his. “I just wanted to make sure that this is something you do want for reasons besides a perceived ultimatum. Even if it takes longer than the time that I have, there are options for fertility treatments or to adopt or foster. And even if you change your mind later, I’m still going to be here.”

Jake relaxes slightly and squeezes her hand. “I guessed that you didn’t mean it. Don’t worry, the decision had nothing to do with what you said.” He pauses, then says, “but like I said earlier, I’m not ready yet. It may take some time. I hope you’re alright with that.”

Amy cuts him off with a kiss. She’s spending the rest of her life with her soulmate; she’ll wait as long as it takes.

Credits: Title is a quote from The Fault in Our Stars, and the line “She can live without him […] she doesn’t ever want to” is adapted from a quote on Grey’s Anatomy. 

hiromi for the character meme? i love his design omg i would love to know more about him

anon this is a blessing i really needed to flesh him out bc i literally just named him completely today and this gives me the perfect excuse to talk about him. note that finch and rabia are the other two main protags of the story and i haven’t actually developed them that much but….they’re HereB A S I C S

full name: hiromi tsugumi. theres a pun in there but if i explain it i will ruin part of the plot of my story, so

gender: very much A Guy, cis guy [he’s one of the few cis people in my story actually, he’s a Good Cis]

sexuality: bi, 80-20 male pref 

pronouns: he/him, he’ll take they/them bc he doesn’t Really care but he/him

(im adding this bc why not) height: Tall Boy. 5′10. his parents are pretty average and are both shorter than him so no one is quite sure how that happened.

O T H E R S

family: older sister who has long moved out, younger sister, parents, grandfather who lives with them. haven’t fleshed them out much but his parents own a restaurant and are Baller at cooking. (hiromi is….not good at cooking.) they’re middle class but not Super rich, in all likelihood

birthplace: Somewhere In America, probably la tbh but i haven’t really even figured out where this takes place yet, so. (for the record he’s sansei)

job: pizza delivery guy, he likes driving and this lets him listen to a ton of music so it’s good for him. he’s a combined pre-med/music student on top of also having a part-time research thing too

phobias/mental stuff: the fear that he’s going to disappoint his family and everyone he loves constantly, which often pushes him into overworking himself. he also has generally high levels of anxiety though that isn’t exactly a phobia, and he’s also bipolar but has been on meds for a while so his swings don’t happen nearly as often as they used to

guilty pleasures: not really guilty but? he really loves music so sometimes he’ll fucking blast metal/screamo when he’s driving his pizza route. absolutely no one would peg him for a metal/screamo fan. he’s also pretty edgy tbh, still in his mcr phase. when he drinks he gets....drunk as all hell, but it only happens at the end of the semester also getting off to the idea of kissing finch before they’re actually dating cough

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: hmmm haven’t thought about this much but i’m gonna say…..lawful neutral? with a side of neutral good to him. he’s less lawful in the sense of actual laws and more in the sense of internal senses of duty

sins - envy, jesus fuck is he envious of literally every single person who he thinks is better than him. he will work himself to the bone in order to try to be better than other people and gets jealous of people who have a GPA that is 0.01 higher. also this isn’t really a sin but he can get really really possessive really fast, and gets kind of mad when he’s in a gathering with finch and rabia and they don’t talk to him. also not really a sin but it’s really hard for him to let himself relax, like he feels bad if he isn’t working

virtues - he is very, very detail-oriented and very diligent about achieving all of his tasks, he’s that guy in college who does all his homework a week before the deadline. he is also very willing to lend an ear to his friends, even if he’s notoriously bad at giving them advice.

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: introvert and he will literally go days without talking to anyone except the professor who he does research with, like if finch, raven, or rabia don’t check up on him he will literally not talk to anyone who he doesn’t have to talk to for work

organized/disorganized: organized as FUCK, he does all of his homework a week before it’s due. he has six different planners. why? who knows. only him. he has a pizza job and a part time research job and is a double-major premed/music student and no one knows how he does it

close minded/open-minded: he’s open-minded to new knowledge but if you try to tell him to stop thinking so rigidly about himself? No. He Will Not.

calm/anxious: he’s anxious as fuck but his anxious behavior is to Look really calm even though he’s internally screaming so….calm on the outside, Disaster on the inside. always slightly vibrating from how much coffee he drinks

disagreeable/agreeable: he’s pretty agreeable but not in the friendly way is the way i’d put it. it’s not likely for him to actively disagree with someone because he’s pretty passive, even if he internally is disagreeing.

cautious/reckless: not really either honestly? he’ll go with the choice that he thinks is logical, but he’s not strictly very cautious.

patient/impatient: impatient as FUCK despite the fact that he knows he should be patient. again he seems patient on the outside, but internally? Please Do That Thing Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God

outspoken/reserved: reserved but with finch and rabia he can get really outspoken and honestly kind of annoying. which is not something you would expect on first view

leader/follower: he’s more of a follower/supporter type, he’s literally a healer [as in healing magic! surprise fuckers this is a modern fantasy story] and he prefers being the strategizer anyway so it works for him.

empathetic/unemphatic: he’s empathetic but he doesn’t tend to show it much? like when you know him you can tell when he is but he has to pretend to be a lot of the time

optimistic/pessimistic: pessimistic For Sure, he’s literally never going to believe someone if they tell him something will work out all right if he’s stressed out about it. it does work out all right but he’s also the most organized person on the planet so that’s pretty much to be expected.

traditional/modern: weird mix of both, i think? he’s internally very traditional in his beliefs a lot of the time, but he also listens to screamo so. idk. you tell me. the way i’d describe him is “types in lower caps but is still a grammar prescriptivist and rarely uses slang”

hard-working/lazy: hard working, if that wasn’t already obvious by the double-major premed/music thing. it’s honestly kind of ridiculous how good he is and finch is permanently in awe.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: see below

ot3: finch/hiromi/rabia! i haven’t really mentioned rabia much, but she’s the main female protag [finch is nb and the Main protag overall, and hiromi is the main guy protag]. he’s more friendly w rabia than anything else but they do like each other too, though definitely not in the same way they like finch.

brotp: raven, who i also haven’t talked about at all but she’s the cool butch fencing assistant. she’s closer with finch (best friends w them actually) but is friends with hiromi by proxy. ironically i think he’s closer with phoebe who is raven’s gf but i haven’t fully figured that out yet. and finch, before they start Officially dating, since they’re childhood pals, and they’re still great friends when they do start being more than friends

notp: …anyone who isn’t finch or rabia tbh. at the very least i would question any pairing that doesn’t involve him and finch bc they’re just so close.

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