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fivelakesinwriting · 3 years

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Out of Character (Rafe Cameron Part 7)

Warnings: Violence, swearing, talk of drug use, sexual innuendos

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"JJ Maybank!" Her voice echoed throughout the Routledge property, the slam of her car door followed her yell.

JJ scrambled off of the hammock with a fuck as he made his way to the driveway.

"You sunk his boat? You sunk his fucking boat!" She screamed as she stormed up the dirt path.

"Babe, it's not like.." JJ began as he held his hands out in defense.

"Do not call me that." Gemma seethed as she came face to face with him. She pushed his broad chest as hard as could before JJ grabbed her wrists.

"Listen to me, Gemma. It wasn't me who sunk Topper's boat. It was my idea, but I didn't pull the plug. It was Pope." JJ replied as he held her wrists against his chest.

"JJ, your face." She whispered when she finally looked at his face and saw the purple bruises all over his cheek, eye, and his split lip.

"Consider it the upfront interest on the $30,000 for Topper's boat." JJ smiled softly as he let her wrists go.

"Have you cleaned it yet?" Gemma asked as her fingertips pressed against his wounds ever so gently.

JJ shook his head with a wince. He pulled away from her touch slightly, even though he didn't want to. She grabbed his hand and led him into the Chateau bathroom.

"Did you know Pope told me not to come here anymore?" Gemma asked as began to root through the cupboards for anything to clean JJ's face.

"He said what? When?" JJ asked as he reached for her hip to turn her around to face him.

"I guess the day you guys sunk Topper's boat." Gemma replied as she turned and leaned up against the sink.

"You mean the day your boyfriend and his idiot squad jumped Pope?" JJ countered as he stood up. He placed his hands on either side of her on the porcelain sink and looked down at her.

Fuck, he missed her. She smelled the same as always. It released a rush of endorphins in him just to be near her.

"Rafe didn't.."

"Say anything? He wouldn't. Pope is your friend." JJ replied as he lowered his head down a bit to hers.

"I don't have friends." Gemma muttered as she moved her lips out of reach from his. JJ's lips pressed against her forehead and he let out a heavy breath while he gripped the ledge of the sink.

"You have me..Babe." JJ stated as he placed another kiss on her forehead.

"What did Rafe say to you the other day at my house?" Gemma asked while she wrapped her arms around his waist.

"That he would kill me if I touched you again." JJ took his right hand off the ledge of the sink and placed it on the small of her back.

"Guess we both broke the rules." Gemma looked up at him, her lips pressed to his chin.

"You can't do this to me right now, Gemma. Plus I know you have to get ready for Midsummer tonight." JJ whispered as Gemma began to press soft kisses against his neck.

JJ closed his eyes as he felt her lips against his throat. His mind raced as he thought about the dress she would wear tonight. If he was lucky maybe he could get her in the fancy closet or something before the mission was over.

"I don't care about Midsummer." Gemma muttered against his skin as she pulled at his shirt.

"And I don't care about Rafe breaking my legs if I touch you again." JJ stated as his fingertips crept up the back of her shirt.

"You're already touching me, JJ."

"This isn't what he meant, and you know it. Though I'm sure he wouldn't be particularly happy about this." JJ mumbled as his fingertips gently skimmed over the strings of her bikini beneath her shirt.

Maybe it was the heat. This side of the island didn't have any generators, or maybe it was the closeness of the two, but the small bathroom became unbearably hot. JJ's fingers pulled at the strings of her bikini and watched as it fell from beneath her shirt to around their feet.

"I love the yellow one." JJ growled as his hands reached for her breasts, his mouth surged forward for hers.

"Are you fucking kidding me!" Came the voice of Pope from the threshold of the door. Neither of them had even heard him come in the house.

"Jesus, Pope! Put a bell on or something." JJ cried as he pulled his hands out from Gemma's shirt and jumped back away from her.

"What is this, JJ? Why is she here?" Pope was furious as he pointed from Gemma to JJ.

"Can you just give us a minute, please?" JJ asked as he ran a hand through his hair, his eyes fixed on Gemma's bikini top on the floor.

"Both of you are unbelievable." Pope scowled before he closed the bathroom door for them with a slam.

"He's never going to forgive me for that." JJ bent down to grab her yellow bikini top, turning it over in his hands.

"I shouldn't have come here anyways. Pope is right. I don't belong on The Cut. I'll see you around, JJ."

Gemma plucked her top from his hands the opened the bathroom door without another look back at him. JJ wasn't sure if it was the old wood of the doorframe that cracked, or his heart as she left.

"Asshole, Pope." JJ grumbled as he tugged at his hair with both hands before he planted a firm kick against the side of the shower.

Rafe smiled to himself in the mirror as he straightened his bowtie. He didn't think this blue was his colour, but he certainly looked good.

"So, we all know you look good. But what about me?"

Rafe turned at the sound of her sweet voice from his ensuite bathroom. His heart pounded a little harder in his chest, though that could have been the bump of coke he did while she finished her lipstick.

"My Kook Queen." Rafe growled with his right hand over his heart, while his left reached for her.

A soft blue coloured dress that matched his suit, satin beneath his fingers. Straps over her shoulders that looked like they would snap with the smallest of tugs and a back so low Rafe thought he might catch a glimpse of her spectacular ass.

"My King." Gemma smiled as she held onto the lapels of his suit and looked up at him.

"Are we positive that we have to go? Can we stay up here? No one will miss us." His fingertips crept gently over the thin straps of her dress to move them off her shoulders.

"You know both our dad's are waiting for us." Gemma smiled as she as she played with his bowtie.

"You're right, the Warden is waiting. Guess I'll steal you away later after some champagne." Rafe grinned after he pulled the straps of her dress down to plant a kiss on each shoulder.

"Don't make me wait long." She whispered in his ear as she placed a hand on the back of his neck.

"You're not making it easy to leave, Gemma." Rafe growled against the warm skin of her shoulder, his teeth lightly grazed her flesh. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough to leave it red for the drive to the country club.

Rafe led Gemma inside the Midsummer party, his hand placed both lovingly and territoriality on her lower back. Rafe nodded at all the boys he knew as they walked inside.

"Look who finally showed up." Ward Cameron smiled as he stood near the back of the party with Anthony Mercer, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

"Dad. Mr. Mercer." Rafe smiled as he extended his right hand towards Gemma's father.

"Rafe. You look nice, young man." Anthony smiled as he shook Rafe's hand with a firm grip.

"Thank you, sir."

"What took you so long? We were supposed to walk out as a family." Ward grumbled as he reached for his son's hand.

"Oh, that was me, Mr. Cameron. This dress Sarah helped me pick out has just the most finicky straps. I didn't know what us up and what was down." Gemma replied as she walked over to the Cameron patriarch for a hug.

"Hm. Well, you look lovely." Ward forced a small smiled as he let Gemma go, his hands on her waist as he looked from his sons girlfriend back to Rafe.

"Thank you, Mr. Cameron." Gemma smiled with a gentle pat of his shoulder.

"There's food and non-alcoholic drinks outside, Rafe. Maybe show Gemma around and find your sister?" Ward stated as he released Gemma and turned back for another drink.

"Sure. C'mon, Gem."

"Non-alcoholic. Is he crazy?" Gemma whispered as she linked her arm with Rafe and let him lead her outside.

"Don't worry, baby. I got us covered." Rafe smiled as he reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a flask.

As the night went on the adults drank more, not paying attention to what their children did. Chatter of summer vacations, dinner parties and possible business deals flowed throughout the party as the young adults snuck glasses and bottles of wine onto the dancefloor.

Sometime in the night Gemma lost Rafe. He left her on the dancefloor, saying he was going to the bathroom. She stayed on the dancefloor with Sarah as they not so secretly passed a bottle of white wine back and forth.

"Shit. JJ?" Sarah gulped her wine down as she looked over Gemma's shoulder.

Gemma turned quickly on her heel, teetering in her high heels and with the wine in her system. JJ stood behind her, dressed like the catering staff and his face just a little cleaner than earlier.

"Babe, you look...wow." JJ exhaled as he looked Gemma up and down, several times. He gave his head a shake when he realized why he was there in the first place.

"JJ, what are you doing here?" Sarah asked as she took up post next to Gemma, her stance wobbly as well.

"Uh..Vlad is here for you." JJ stated as he quickly looked from the blonde Cameron girl, to the slightly shorter brunette Mercer girl.

Sarah's eyes lit up before she took off with a run out the large French doors towards the awning of the club. JJ smiled as he watched then turned to look at Gemma infront of him.

"And who is Vlad?" Gemma asked, a small slur in her voice.

"Probably gave you that vodka you been drinking." JJ grinned as he reached a hand for her hip then recoiled quickly as he realized he was in a den of Kook lions, and he was nothing but a lamb.

"Not vodka, wine." Gemma smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck the began to sway to the music.

"Sure it was just wine?" JJ asked as he placed his hands on her hips, his eyes scanned the crowd for anyone onlookers. Anthony Mercer, most of all.

Gemma only smiled as she pulled at his tie, a tug to pull his mouth down to hers. JJ wasn't one for willpower, especially when it came to pretty girls in backless dresses. His mouth hovered over hers, the sweet smell of white wine enveloped his senses.

"Well, look who it fucking is."

JJ's eyes darted from Gemma's face, the colour drained from his cheeks. He removed his hands from her hips and began to back away from the dancefloor.

"Hey, Topper. I think I saw Sarah go out to find her other blonde friend, if you're looking for her. Out the back terrace. Lovely to see you as always. I'm going to leave." JJ rambled as he stumbled over his feet.

"So soon?" A hand clapped over his shoulder and JJ turned around to see Kelce behind him.

JJ cursed under his breath before he took a sharp turn to run through the halls of the club, taking every turn he could to evade The Kooks.

"Rafe! He went this way!" Kelce yelled from a not too far distance behind him. JJ bulldozed his way through the party goers as he tried to find his way out, or a place to hide.

"There's my guy." Rafe smirked as JJ bumped into his chest in the back bathrooms of the club. Rafe grabbed hold of JJ's shoulders and held him at arm's length, looking him up and down.

"I didn't do anything. I didn't touch her, Rafe. Fuck off." JJ grumbled as he fought against Rafe's grip, pushing his arms off his body.

"Then why are you here?" Kelce asked as he put JJ in a headlock from behind.

"My invite got lost in the mail, I guess. Figured I would make an appearance." JJ replied as he pulled at Kelce's biceps to release his hold.

"See, I think you need to be taught a lesson. You sink my buddy Topper's boat, and you just can't seem to stay away from my girlfriend. So now, I'm gonna cave your fucking face in." Rafe replied as he grabbed the hair on the top of JJ's head to make him look up.

"Maybe she can't stay away from me." JJ grunted as he reached a hand forward to paw at Rafe's face.

"Don't fucking touch me." Rafe spat with a twist of JJ's wrist.

"Not really fair you have all your dudes in here and it's just me, Rafe." JJ breathed out as Kelce held him upright but held his arms behind his back.

"Yeah? Kinda like how you brought a gun to the beach?" Topper growled from the doorway as he stood guard.

"Shut up, Topp. I got this." Rafe replied with a glare. He fixed the collar of his jacket as he looked JJ up and down.

As Rafe closed in on JJ, their chests almost touching JJ pursed his lips and spat in the Kooks face. Vulnerability, willpower, and rational thinking, were not strong suits.

"Oh, shit!" Rafe scoffed as he backed away, his fingers brushed his face. He cracked his knuckles as he looked at JJ again.

"Do it, fucker. She will never forgive you." JJ replied as he stiffened, Rafe's fists clenched ready for the punch.

"It's not her forgiveness I want." Rafe replied, his eyes full of hate and something JJ didn't care to place.

JJ refused to flinch. He had taken hits from people better than Rafe Cameron. He would not flinch or even close his eyes as he waited for the punch. Rafe raised his fist, pulled his arm back and requested Kelce keep the boy steady.

"Gentlemen."

Each young man turned to see Anthony Mercer stand in the doorway with a security guard beside him. Both men had their arms over their broad chests, neither impressed with the scene in front of them.

"Mr. Maybank, are you supposed to be here?" Anthony asked firmly as he took a step inside the locker room, his eyes fixed on the blonde boy trapped in the arms of Kelce.

"Uh. You know what? No. I am very much trespassing. So, this guy.. big one..I know you got cuffs so, slap'em on. I like them tight." JJ replied as he shook Kelce off then held up his wrists.

"Not necessary. Please just leave, and David will escort you." Anthony replied with a deep glare at Rafe.

"David, huh? Date with David. Alright. Bye, boys. This was....fun. Raincheck on that face caving, Rafe?" JJ stated as he cautiously walked towards the security guard.

Rafe scoffed with a shake of his head as he watched JJ leave. He was beyond flustered. His girlfriend's father was not supposed to see that, now he would tell Ward. Rafe could feel the hatred bubble inside him.

"Tell Kiara she looks pretty hot for a Pogue." Rafe yelled after JJ, as he smoothed out the sleeves of his suit.

"Motherfucker.." JJ growled as he turned quickly in David's grip and took another charge at Rafe before David grabbed his waist to pull him back.

"Mr. Cameron, please go and find Gemma. David, escort Mr. Maybank off the property. The rest of you, this is a party. Don't you have somewhere else to be? Chasing girls or something?" Anthony stated before he walked down a dimly lit hall to a private bathroom.

"Who was that asshole?" Kelce asked once the Kooks were alone in the locker room.

"Gemma's dad. My dad's bitch." Rafe replied before he walked away with a stomp to find Gemma.

To be continued...

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sleepysnk · 4 years

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hewwo, so i happen to come across ur blog today and i loved ur one shot for hange and i would like to make a request! if it's ok, can i request a nsfw 😏 one shot for hange x fem!reader where hange wears a strap-on? thank u so much! 👉🏻👈🏻

i'm glad you liked it, thank you! :). i found this request quite easy to write! so here you go!

Hanji x Fem!Reader: Something Different

Warnings: NSFW

It was a pretty boring night for Hanji. She was alone most of the night in her office, and she didn't have much to do. (Y/N), her girlfriend, had been pretty busy. She was a squad leader after all, so she did have her own duties.

Hanji and (Y/N) were a pretty average couple in the bedroom, but Hanji wanted to try something different. She wanted to use a strap-on.

Of course, she wanted to make sure her girlfriend was okay with it. Hanji's biggest fear was making (Y/N) feel uncomfortable, or even hurt her.

Thing was, Hanji didn't know how to approach her about it. What if (Y/N) thought she was weird? or what if she got the wrong idea from it?

That's when Hanji decided to go to (Y/N), and talk to her. The past few nights Hanji had been extremely needy, and with her girlfriend being busy, she was really frustrated and needed her the most.

It was late, and the brunette silently prayed she was still awake. She stopped at her office door, and knocked.

"Come in" (Y/N) called from the other side of the door.

Hanji had the strap-on in her bag. She walked in and looked at her. "Hi (Y/N)! What are you up to?" Hanji asked and grinned at her girlfriend.

(Y/N) nodded. "Oh nothing really Hanji, just working on paperwork that Erwin gave to me. Why?" she replied.

Hanji was really nervous. "I wanted to talk to you about something" she said and sat down in front of the (h/c) girl.

(Y/N) could easily notice when Hanji was nervous or had something to tell her. She was confused on what though.

"Okay? What's up?" she asked and nodded at the brunette.

Hanji sighed. "I wanted to talk to you about maybe trying something different in the bedroom" she replied and gave a nervous smile.

(Y/N) was now intrigued by what Hanji had to say. Now, she wouldn't be opposed to the idea of something new. Hanji has put her in the most oddest positions to eat her out, and even did it in Levi's office. Let's say he wasn't too happy about that. All the girl knows is that Hanji can have quite the ideas, especially when it came to sex.

"Well what is the idea Hanji?" she asked and nodded at her.

Hanji took out the bag, and it revealed the strap-on. "I wanted to try something different with this, if you don't want to try it, it's okay-" that's when she was cut off.

"Yes" (Y/N) said and looked at her lover.

The woman was taken back a bit. "W-Wait really? (Y/N), I'm not trying to force you or anything" Hanji said.

She giggled. "Hanji, I like the idea of the strap-on, I would love for you to use it on me" she replied and smirked a bit.

That's how they ended up right now. (Y/N) lying on the bed, and Hanji eating her pussy. After she told her that, Hanji and her girlfriend wasted no time trying it out.

"H-Hanji.." (Y/N) moaned out and she grabbed her lovers hair.

Hanji absolutely enjoyed the sight. Seeing her girlfriend all sprawled out for her was definitely a turn on for the woman. She also had to get (Y/N) ready for the strap-on.

"Are you ready (Y/N)?" Hanji asked and looked into her (e/c) eyes.

She nodded her head and watched as Hanji put on the strap-on. (Y/N) wasn't very nervous, but she'd never really felt what a dick was like inside of her. She never owned toys either.

Hanji positioned herself right at (Y/N)'s dripping entrance. She entered her with one swift move of her hips. Hanji watched as her girlfriends eye's went wide, and she screamed in pleasure at the feeling of the strap-on around her tight walls.

For a few moments Hanji went a bit slow, she wanted to let (Y/N) get used to the feeling before doing anything fast. (Y/N) on the other hand, was feeling on fire. She'd never been this pleasured before, and the fact that Hanji was the one making her feel this way was even better.

"Do you want me to go a bit faster?" Hanji asked and smirked a bit.

She nodded and moaned a bit at the feeling. Hanji began to quicken her pace with the strap-on, occasionally watching her girlfriend's face as she moaned out in pleasure at the feeling. Hanji herself was quite turned on.

(Y/N) leaned up to give Hanji a kiss. It was quite sloppy, and wet. That's when Hanji decided to take her hand, and rub against (Y/N)'s clit with her thumb.

This sent sparks throughout her stomach. "H-Hanji!" she cried out in pleasure as her lover continued to stimulate her.

The brunette woman was losing it on the inside. Her own pussy dripped at the sight of (Y/N) being this turned on for her.

"Do you like that (Y/N)? Do you like when I'm fucking you with this strap-on? C'mon baby... I know you can cum for me" Hanji whispered into her ear.

This sent her over the edge as she felt her orgasm shake her body. Hanji continued to fuck her, even with her cumming. This caused (Y/N) to cum another time.

After a few moments Hanji removed the strap-on. She breathed out heavily, and so did (Y/N). "So did you like it?" Hanji asked and looked towards her.

She smirked. "Most definitely" she replied and gave her a kiss.

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doingthingsthewriteway · 3 years

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I’ll Be Home for Christmas iv.

Summary: The finale

A/N: cross posted ao3

Taglist: @charmed-asylum @projectcampbell

Town was a buzz which meant Y/N desperately avoided it. She'd made the mistake of visiting her friend at the beauty parlor where the chatter of gossip fell silent as she walked in. Rosemary offered sympathetic eyes though only for the gossip of the other ladies, not the situation itself.

"You didn't tell me you're going steady with the sheriff!" She squealed, running her hands through Y/N's hair.

"It's news to me too."

Rosemary playfully smacked her arm. "Your hair's always been so pretty curled. Let me show ya how and I'll give ya some rollers so you'll look all pretty when he proposes."

Y/N knew better to interrupt Rosie and maybe she felt a little selfish. Rosie wasn't so much proposed to as it was her daddy standing with the barrel of his gun on her (now) husband's chest. At least Y/N was getting asked. Though, she didn't figure it was asking if there was only one answer teacher college said that wasn't right.

With a goodie bag of new products that Y/N insisted on paying for if the rollers were free, Y/N left town intent on getting home and staying there. She almost made it too. Lee was answering a call about a coyote which didn't amount to more than a skinny German Shepherd.

"Howdy, darling." He tipped his hat, toothpick rolling between his lips. "Reckon you could help me with the pooch?"

Lee took her bags from her arm, handbag included, and set them in his squad car. Y/N kneeled before the critter, extending a open hand. "C'mere sweetheart. I ain't gonna hurt ya."

The dog whimpered and eventually worked its way toward her. Lee carefully scooped up the dog and wrangled it into the back seat. "Gotta get this one to the dog catcher."

"Oh Lee, please don't!" Y/N surprised herself at her outburst. She practically through herself into his arms. "He'll kill it! It ain't done nothing wrong."

Lee did his best to hide his smile (which was pretty damn hard to do) at the tenderness in his little girl. He held her at arm's length, staring down at her with his head titled slightly. "Butcher said it was begging."

"Well you would too if you were that skinny."

A laugh shook his belly against hers. "I reckon you're right." Rubbing his jaw, he hummed slightly in thought. "Well if I can't take it to the dog catcher, what do you suppose I do?"

"Keep it." She wriggled out of his arms and to the window of the cruiser where the dog pressed its nose against the glass. "Could even train it to sniff out drugs or bombs."

Nodding, a crooked smile etched itself on his face. "I'll take it home with me for now." He scuffed the toe of his boot against the curb. "Christmas Eve, after the evening service I'm bringing you to my place."

Any elation at a good deed left Y/N immediately. Her shoulders visibly slumped-Lee ignored it for now, he'd put her in his place if she didn't take more pride in being his woman. Instead of protesting, she managed a "I didn't know you went to church."

"How else am I supposed to get Preacher to let us get hitched there?"

Y/N felt the burn of bile rise in her throat but said nothing, only nodding as she reclaimed her things and left. The thought of running, just getting in her car and speeding away but Lee's hand was in everything making that no longer a viable option. She was inevitably stuck.

Staying hunkered in her house was wearing her down. The air fell thick and heavy in the house whenever she happened to cross the path of her mother. Her father could barely talk to her anymore which stung in a way she couldn't quite describe. Y/N hadn't changed yet everyone in this godforsaken town acted like it.

Going with the motions was all she could do. She curled her hair the night before Christmas Eve, keeping it rolled up until the absolute last minute. Her Christmas dress was a rich green made of crushed velvet that her grandmother bought what seemed like a lifetime ago.

Keeping her coat thrown over her arm, pocketbook tucked away, she lingered by the front door. Lee's headlights shown through the windows. His boot stomps on the porch foretold his knock and she opened the door.

"Wow." He murmured under his breath, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "You look wonderful, like an angel."

Rosy cheeks met him in response. "Let's go, we don't want to be late for the service."

Hours later, bums sore from the wooden pews, Lee's palms sweat. He suppressed the anticipation as best he could but something about the candlelight and the stain glass of the church just made Y/N look all the more like the woman of his dreams. Several men winked and women gave his arms a squeeze as the townspeople lingered on the front steps. Snow dusting everyone's shoulders.

Y/N, patient if not overly so, played her part well. An admittance of defeat for her cause. Gently resting her head on his shoulder as he traded jokes with the mayor served as a signal for Lee. "Y'all have merry Christmas. Time for me to take my lady home."

Odd how the townspeople were indifferent to Lee's anticipated behavior yet teenagers couldn't go any further than a peck on the lips without a biblical intervention. Yet, here the town was encouraging sin. Perhaps, Lee being Y/N's problem was better than Lee being Knockemstiff's problem.

"I've fixed the house up as best I could. Needs a woman's touch to feel like home until we find a place all our own."

"Are you sure about this? About me?" Last ditch effort, a Christmas miracle if there ever were one.

"Darlin' I'm more sure about you than anything in my entire life."

His house was plain bearing only the necessities. To her relief, the dog from days before greeted the two at the door. Tail thumping against their legs a howl. "Merry Christmas to you too, buddy."

"He's gonna need a name, momma." Lee's grin pressed into her neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Our baby boy needs a name."

"You were gonna slaughter him a week ago. Now he's your baby?"

"What can I say? You changed me." His hips continued to press into her back, swaying softly until just the right amount of friction caused his cock to press into her ass. "Now, we gotta open presents."

"I didn't-"

"Silly girl. I didn't give you any money to buy anything you're my present." He pulled her to the sorriest looking tree she'd ever seen. A small black box with a big red bow sat under it. Slowly, he opened the box as he dropped to one knee. "Will you marry me, Y/N?"

A pause was not the appropriate response. Almost immediately, he grabbed her wrist yanking him toward her. "C'mon darling. Here I am asking nicely instead of just taking what's mine." He shoved the ring on her finger (admittedly the prettiest thing she'd ever seen).

Gripping her jaw, he planted a firm kiss on her lips forcing his tongue through. Struggling was also not appropriate response. A firm slap on her ass caused her to flinch and squeal.

"Easy girl. Just relax. You're in your place now: home for Christmas with me."

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shelby-love · 4 years

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KELLY SEVERIDE

Poor Defense

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warnings: none

Authors note: Happy ending obviously! xx

"Babe are you sure that you're alright?" You ask him for the fifth time. You're standing outside his car, watching him join you outside like a hwak.

Your boyfriend Kelly just doesn't seem to be okay. You watch him grab your duffle bag along with his. Usually that's not a problem for him but you see him strain his shoulder. His face says it all.

"No, I got it. You don't have to." You reach for your duffle bag.

"What do you mean? It's not a problem babe seriously. Let me." You sigh in defeat and grab his free hand. You part ways in the locker room and you join Shay in the ambo.

"Did you notice anything weird about Kelly?" You ask her. You're sitting at the floor of the ambulance and spying on him with the jump bag next to you. Making it easy for you to switch your eyes to it and act like you're not spying on him but rather doing your job.

He's at the squad table, bickering with Capp like nothing in the world is wrong or at least slightly twisted.

"What do you mean?" She tries to play it smooth. Of course she knows. The guilt has been eating her alive.

"Hm. That's weird." You suddenly say. The subject that is your boyfriend drops and you focus on the jump bag next to you.

"What's weird?"

"We're missing some painkillers. But I'm sure I ordered them." You sigh. Explaining that to main tower is going to be a pain in the ass. "Never mind. We'll figure it out."

"Okay I can't do it anymore." She sighs in defeat before throwing the last of the towels inside and sitting down next to you.

"Can't do what Shay?" You ask your partner. Shay is stressed and scared. But for what?

"He's not okay Y/N."

"Who's not okay?"

"Kelly!" She exclaims. "He went to check his injury and the doctor told him that they will need to operate and he won't be able to work for a year. Ever since then I've been helping him."

"You took the meds?!" You're shocked beyond words at this point. Not only was your boyfriend hiding a serious injury from you, he was also using his best friend and putting her in danger of losing her job. Hell even you were at risk now! "Les this can cost us our jobs!"

"I know! It's just... He's so stubborn and I was afraid that he was going to take the matter into his own hands."

Damn his stubbornness! "I will take his stubbornness and shove it so far up his-"

"Hey girlies." Brian Zvonecek interrupts you innocently. "Do you have any towels to spear?"

***

"When were you going to tell me?" You just barged into your boyfriend's private room and now you demand answers.

"Tell you what babe?"

"That your shoulder is getting worse and that you made Shay steal meds from the ambo just so you can work and risk your life." You tell him that in one single breath, with ears red as a tomato. You're angry and disappointed in him.

His face said it all. Busted.

"Look baby..." He stood up with caution. "This was just a one time thing. I'm fine now. I really am."

"No Kelly I don't think you are."

***

You have free time and you decide to use it to make up with Kelly. After what happened at the firehouse you didn't exactly find it in you to talk to him without bringing up the injury and starting a fight.

You wrecked your brain for possible explanations and after putting yourself in Kelly's shoes you decided to forgive him. He explained himself enough for you to build up the trust once more.

"Babe?" You walk around your shared apartment in hopes of finding him somewhere convenient enough to talk things out.

"In the shower!"

His reply is loud and clear. His off limits to talk now.

When you walk into the spacious bedroom it's almost like the air is completely different. Something seems off. You notice his jacket that lies on the bed, probably because he's headed somewhere.

While the shower runs in the background you take his jacket into his eyes and instinctively search through its pockets. You were never the type to rummage through his belongings but you felt like it needed to be done.

What you found shocked you. Pills.

Much stronger and illegal medication. 5 times the strength from the ones Shay took from the ambulance. You had one question in mind: Where did he get this?

Feeling your blood boil at the newfound sight you reach for his phone without a second thought. Someone must've gotten this for him and you were going to find out who.

Calls were a dead end and you quickly turned to look through his messages. The newest contact being someone named Anna.

It's obvious the moment you scroll through their conversation. A conversation way to long for your liking that started just a day after you confronted him about it.

You feel betrayed. He promised he would do the surgery.

You throw his phone back on his nightstand and fish through your pockets for your own. The moment you have it you swipe through your contacts and press call. "Yes?"

"Les who is Anna?" You ask her. The human encyclopedia for Kelly's past flings and girlfriends.

"Why do you ask?"

"Because..." You make sure to quickly hide in the kitchen so he doesn't hear you. "I just found out that he's still using pills. Illegal and stronger meds. And I know it's not you because you and I both don't have access to this kind of stuff."

"Uh..."

"I went through his phone and before you tell me how I shouldn't have done that... I had every right to protect him from risking his life because he's so freaking stubborn!" You huff into the phone. You clutch the meds in your hand until they're almost grinded into powder. "The name's Anna."

"Oh Jesus..." You hear her sigh. "An old flame and pharmaceutical rep. They never slept together but he did kiss her."

You start to see red. "I figured as much."

After taking a deep breath you bid Shay your goodbyes and start to pack your bags.

"Y/N-"

"Save it." You place the last of your shirts into the duffle bag. Ready to fly out of the apartment.

"Why?"

"Why?! Are you serious right now?" You ask him angrily. "You know what Kelly? I should've reported you for taking unprescribed medicine the moment I found out! No actually I should've reported you for making Shay steal them for you.

I can't believe I thought you were going to do the surgery. I stayed quiet knowing that your little stunt could cost me my job-"

"But you didn't do anything."

"Exactly! I didn't do anything to stop it. In the eyes of the whole CFD I am a careless paramedic in charge that doesn't take inventory seriously and instead allows firefighters to take whichever meds they prefer to themselves. Add my romantic relationship with the firefighter in question to the mix and my career is gone! Poof."

After a few deep breaths you zip your duffle bag. "I am not mad that you went to your ex fling for help. I am mad that you lied to me. You made me think everything was alright and when I found out you promised me that you would do the surgery. Not for me but for yourself and us. Yet again. You lied."

Knowing that staying in the same room with him for a second longer would make you stay, you decide to stalk out of the room and the whole apartment, leaving your own keys in the kitchen so you don't get tempted to come back.

***

"Shay let me in c'mon." Kelly banged on the door of Shay's apartment knowing that you were inside. "I need to talk to her."

The man you call the love of your life wasn't going to give up and both of you knew it. Frantically, with both hands in the air and if possible both legs too, Shay mouthed "What do I do?"

You nod towards the door, "Open the door."

She mouths back. "Are you sure?"

"Hey! Stop mouthing to each other and open the damn door!"

"Damn you Kelly!" Leslie shouts at him before opening the door and dissappearing into her room with a loud slam of the door.

It's been two weeks since you "moved out". You didn't give him the time of your day at work but the time you spent apart was eating you alive. Killing you actually.

His handsome self barges into the living room and spots you on the couch. Curled in a ball with tea in your hands and a blanket over you. The silent battle of eyes stops when he takes three long strides towards you and pulls you in for a kiss. A kiss that feels like homecoming.

You pull away flushed to the bone and encourage him to take a seat next to you. You place the blanket over his lap like you always do. Some things die hard.

"I'll do it."

"Do what?"

"The surgery Y/N. I'll do it."

Your mouth falls open in an 'O'. "So you're not here to ask me to move back in?Cause I'm still paying rent for that place."

He chuckles in a way that makes you weak in the knees. "You didn't let me get to that part."

"What made you get a change of heart?" You place your steaming hot tea on the glass coffee table and make yourself comfortable on the couch, your eyes never leaving his.

"You." He said simply. It made you blush against your will. "And the pain. It's horrible."

A bubble of laughter escapes your lips. "I love it when I make you laugh."

His statement caught you off guard making you blush even more. "I'm supposed to have a better defense."

"No you don't." With that he placed his index finger under your chin and lulled you into him. He spoke a soft apology in the kiss and you accepted it by kissing him back.

"Let's go home." Kelly whispered. Sorry shining in his eyes.

"Okay."

This time it was you leaned in for a kiss.

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loridrabbles · 4 years

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Can you do fluffy Rex with secret wife and baby?

Secret Sanctuary | Captain Rex x Reader

Rex reveals to Cody that he has a secret family and brings him home to meet them.

Anakin, Rex, and his squad were huddled together in a large wet tent, well suited enough to house the soldiers and their equipment while still being at least somewhat comfortable. They were on a rescue mission that went extremely well. “A textbook mission” as Fives had called it. The group of them were there to rescue a missing nobleman who had been captured by the separatists and taken to the marshy planet they were camping out on. All of the separatist forces were wiped out, leaving the planet relatively safe. This mission was quiet. The nearest republic ship was waiting a day’s time away. A ship had come for the nobleman, leaving the 501st to wait overnight for their extraction.

Rex was zoned out, sitting on a crate, his legs parted, his elbows on his knees, and his hands folded in front of him. He was lost in thought and the conversation of the troopers and Jedi around him became like white noise. The pitter-patter of rain on the tent helped with that as well. He didn’t mean to cancel them out. Normally he would be just as engaged in the conversation like everyone else, but tonight he was just too distracted.

"What about you, Rex?“ He heard someone say. Hearing his own name drew his attention.

"Rex?”

"Huh?“ He snapped his head up to look at his men, who were all staring at him.

"Thinking too hard about the question, Rex ol’ boy?” Anakin chuckled.

"I-I didn’t hear the question. Sorry, I was thinking about something else.“

"And what was that?” Fives asked, taking a bite of a ration bar.

"Oh…uhh nothing.“

"Oh. Well, we were just talking about what we would be doing if we weren’t soldiers. I think I’d be a bartender. What about you?”

"I don’t think I’ve ever thought of it.“ He answered.

"Of course you have. We all have.” Jesse said.

"I haven’t found the time.“

"Well, you had enough time to think about whatever you were just thinking about. C'mon, you have to have something in mind.”

"I’d be a bartender.“ He answered, hoping someone would change the subject.

"Hey! That’s what I said.” Fives said, a few crumbs falling out of his mouth as he spoke with food in his cheek.

"You’ve gotta give a better answer than that!“ Hardcase said fiddling with a cable sticking out of a crate.

"I said I haven’t thought of it! Ok?” He snapped. He didn’t mean to sound so irritable, but he felt like he was being interrogated.

"Alright. I think we spooked him enough.“ Anakin said.

"It was just a light conversation, sir.” Kix said. “We’re not thinking about deserting.”

"No. I understand.“ Rex said, scratching the back of his head. "I was just…lost in thought and was…startled.”

"What were you thinking about?“ Fives asked.

"Fives-” Rex started but was cut off by Anakin.

"He was thinking about having children.“ Anakin teased, thoroughly enjoying the shocked look on his face and the quiet laughter earned from everyone in the tent.

"Anakin. I think it’s best that you don’t encourage their teasing.” Rex said, placing his face in his hand.

"You’re right. I’m sorry.“ Anakin said. "I’ll do it when you’re not around though.” He winked earning a grumble from Rex.

As Rex walked the streets of Coruscant, he thought about the happenings of the night before. He wondered if Anakin really knew he was thinking about children, or if he was just using it as a topic to tease him in front of the soldiers and get a rise out of them. Cody walked beside him. He was his oldest and closest friend, and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, he could trust him with anything. Initially, the conversation was just as awkward as he anticipated, but as his pace quickened, he couldn’t wait to bring Cody to his home.

"So…your wife is it? Did you get married?“ Cody asked, looking over to Rex who was staring at his feet as he walked.

"Yes. Well, we had a ceremony, but since we aren’t real citizens, it’s not official in the eyes of the law.”

"Oh…well, your wife. How long have you known her?“

"A little over two years now.” He answered.

"I’m shocked you’ve been able to keep things a secret for so long.“

"It was eating at me. I had to tell someone. I knew I could trust you.”

"Always.“ Cody said, putting an arm around him for a moment. "Does she know I’m coming?”

"I messaged her that when I came home I was bringing a guest, but she doesn’t know that we’re on our way.“

"When’s the last time you saw her?”

"3 weeks.“

"Do you miss her?”

"Every day.“

"Does anyone know of you two. Well, besides me?”

"I thought about telling General Skywalker, but I’d like to keep it to as few people as possible. I figured the fewer people know, the safer she’ll be.“

"Ah. That makes sense. When you want to get away for a while to visit, what do you say?”

"I’m not proud, but in the past, I’ve lied and told the General I have a simple, secret recon mission given to me by another general or commander. Usually, I just say that I wanna get out to the city for a few days. He lets me, but I hate to think about what he thinks I’m doing.“ He chuckled along with Cody.

"How much further?"

"Right here actually.” He said, gesturing to a tall building. “Isn’t much of a walk. I like that. Means I can rush back to the base if something were to happen.”

Rex pulled a keycard from one of his pouches and swiped it to ender the building. In the elevator, he pressed the button to the correct floor with his knuckle and leaned against the handrail, then took a deep breath. The noise of the lift was almost soothing. The ring of the bell signaled the door opening. Cody followed him silently to the door.

“Let’s sneak in. I bet you 50 credits she’s doing something adorable.” Rex said in a whisper. Cody smiled.

“Ok.”

Quietly, Rex opened the door to the apartment and tiptoed in, Cody right on his tail. Sure enough, (y/n) was there. She had their baby in her arms, back to the door, swaying back and forth, tenderly singing a lullaby.

"Mirrorbright shines the moon, as fires die to their embers – Those you loved are with you still – The moon will help you remember.“ Her voice was sweet and gentle. Despite her efforts, Meleena was still as hyper as before, wiggling in her arms. She got increasingly excited and pointed at something behind her mamma.

"What is it, sweet pea?” She asked. She turned around to see Rex standing in the entryway, wide smile on his face. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest as she rushed to him.

"Honey bunny!“ She said ecstatically, wrapping her free arm around him, stealing a kiss on his jaw. He grumbled a little, hearing his embarrassing nickname in front of Cody.

"Hi, love.” He said, kissing her forehead. “I missed you.”

"You brought company.“ She said, looking at his shadow.

"Yes. (Y/n), this is Cody."

"I’ve heard a lot about you. Well, not ‘a lot.’ He doesn't like to talk about it.” She said, passing off Meleena who was making grabby hands at Rex. He pulled her to his chest, kissing her chubby little face. “Why don’t you come in and sit down. I was just making a pot of caf.”

Rex gestured into the living room and took a seat along with Cody. As (y/n) brought the coffee, cream, and sugar from the kitchen, he bounced Meleena on his knee.

"She’s gotten even bigger since the last time I was here.“ He said.

"Yes. She’s 20 pounds now.” She answered, pouring three cups on the table in front of the sofas. They talked for a while about life off the base and what it was like to have a family. Some moments, Cody couldn’t take his eyes off, Meleena, but neither could Rex. After about a half-hour, Rex stood and gave the baby back to (Y/n).

“I’m gonna grab a quick shower and change. I’ve never stayed armored up this long after getting home.” He said.

"Cody, you’re welcome to stay for dinner if you like. We always have leftovers.“ (Y/n) said. The baby on her lap grabbed her necklace and popped it in her mouth, chewing on the pendant.

"Alright. Thank you. I don’t think I’d be able to make it back to the base without Rex.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.

"I’ll be back shortly,“ Rex said, turning to walk down the hall.

"Don’t take too long, honey bunny.” Cody teased. Rex shot him a glare and looked to (y/n) who was holding in an eruption of laughter. After Rex was gone, Cody and (y/n) struck up their own conversation.

"So, he doesn’t tell you much about the war huh?“ Cody asked, taking a sip of coffee that had, unfortunately, cooled to room temperature.

"No.” She said, reaching to the table to grab a teething ring for Meleena. “I would like to know, but I don’t pressure him. I do understand though, why he doesn’t. I was a medic in a war on my home planet. I only went out in the field twice, but it was hard. I thought I was pretty close to the people I lost, but you guys must have a special bond.”

"Yeah…“ Cody said, swirling the coffee around in the mug.

"He doesn’t want to talk, so I don’t ask and I’m fine with that. He should have a home. A place where it’s safe and unchanging and he can just leave everything at the door. A sanctuary.”

"I’m glad you understand. I wish more of us could have a shot at a life like this. He’s very lucky to have met you.“ Cody said. She blushed and gave the baby a kiss on her head.

"I’m glad to be here for him. I love him so much.”

It was dark on Coruscant. The only thing heard for blocks was the footsteps of Rex and Cody as they made their way back to the base. It wasn’t rare for things to be so quiet in that district. Maybe that’s why Rex picked the location for his family, it’s quiet, peaceful, and safe.

"I’m really happy for you, Rex,“ Cody said, looking over at Rex who was kicking a rock down the sidewalk.

"I don’t know what I’d do without her.” He smiled.

"She’s pretty great. You’re lucky.“ Cody stopped, and after a few steps, Rex realized he had fallen behind. When he turned to face him, Cody put a hand on his shoulder.

"Not many of us get a chance at something like this. Make the most of it.” Cody said solemnly. “If this war comes to an end and they ship us all back to Kamino to be disposed of-” Cody rested his forehead against Rex’s “you run. You take her and you run. I don’t care if they call you a deserter. You can’t let this go…you can’t.”

"I will,“ Rex whispered. "I will.”

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babi-correia · 4 years

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Finding Fire (Part 12)

Words: 1090 Warnings: Gun violence, cursing Pairing: None

You slam the brakes as the car in front of you swerves and stops abruptly, gripping the wheel with both hands.

"What the hell!?"

You stay in your seat, dumbfounded, watching as the doors of the other car open and three guys come out, guns in hand. Your eyes widen as they turn to your car, your hands and feet moving on their own as you put the car in reverse and floor it.

"Jay, what the fuck!?" You scream as the bullets shatter your windshield. He draws his gun, shooting a couple rounds at the three men before you swerve and get the car into a side street, away from the open fire. "What was that!?"

"We probably happened upon a turf war. Nothing against us personally, we were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm going to call it in." He says, dialing a number on his phone.

You tune out from whatever he's saying to the person on the other side, your knuckles nearly white from your grip on the wheel.

You only focus back when he grabs your shoulder.

"(Y/N), are you ok? Were you shot?" Jay's voice is calm and soothing, but still has a hint of worriedness. You look down at yourself, inspecting your stomach and arms to make sure you weren't shot. In that time, Jay gets out of the car and opens your door, helping you unbuckle and step outside before he wraps you in a bear hug. "You're ok (Y/N), I got you."

You hug him back, your hands shaking until they find leverage grabbing Jay's shoulders.

"This is a first." You mutter. "I never got shot at before."

"Cross it off your bucket list then." Jay jokes. "And in this part of Chicago, it's more frequent than you'd think."

A cop car flies by, lights flashing and sirens sounding out, as a second one stops where you took the turn to where you are now. A couple of agents come out of the car heading towards you. Jay flashes them his badge.

"Detective Jay Halstead, with the Intelligence unit. I called in about the shooting." He says as the two of you split and you step away from him.

"Yes detective, but we're still going to need your statements." One of the officers says, getting out a notepad.

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Next shift rolls on and your car is still getting fixed, so you're about to call an Uber just as a honk sounds out outside your house. Looking out the window you spot the huge truck in your driveway, with Jay peeking out. You open your door and step into the porch, incredulous.

"What are you doing here Jay?" You ask, laughing as he tips an imaginary hat at you.

"Your chariot awaits, madam." He says jokingly. "Grab your duffle, I'm taking you to the firehouse, c'mon."

"Take care Rafa, see you tomorrow!" You call out into the house, grabbing your duffle bag and rushing to the passenger side of the car. You get inside and buckle your seatbelt, adjusting yourself in the seat. You nudge at Jay. "Why such a big car? Are you overcompensating?"

He laughs, handing you a cup of coffee. You take it, warming your hands on the cup.

"I'm not, I just like big cars."

"This isn't a car, this is a monster. Also, you didn't have to do any of this Jay, seriously."

"After the other night, it's the least I could do." He smiles at you. You pat his shoulder as he pulls up to the firehouse, noticing as everyone directs their gaze towards Jay's truck.

You unbuckle your seatbelt and grab your duffle bag, hugging Jay before you hop out of the truck.

"What?!" You hear Severide call out as you wave Jay goodbye. "You're getting involved with PD?"

You hear a loud bang coming from further along the floor, followed by a string of curse words and an annoyed Casey making his way towards the locker room.

"What's up his ass?" You mumble, adjusting your duffle before following him to get changed.

"Probably a CPD badge." You hear Severide joke as you turn into the locker room.

You change into your cargo pants, boots, and polo, putting your hair in a low bun as you head towards the bathroom to check if everything is in order. You find Casey washing his hands, an angry red line marking the back of his hand.

"Are you ok?" You ask, tweaking your hair before you wash your hands, looking at him through the mirror.

"I'm fine." He says curtly, drying his hands. "How's Jay?"

The venomous tone in his voice makes you raise your brows and turn to him.

"What the fuck do you mean by that?" You snarl at him, feeling your face heat up with anger. You are about to continue your rant, but the buzzer sounds out.

"Truck 21, Ambulance 61, Squad 3, multiple car accident at-" You glare at Casey one last time before you dash out to your Truck.

You turn on the sirens and put on your gear, hopping out of the Truck the second Sinclair steps on the break. You grab a halligan and start giving orders.

"Sinclair, Thorton, I want the two of you together, Boyd, you're with me. We're taking that minivan up ahead." You call out, dashing towards the minivan with Boyd hot on your trail. You see a woman on the driver's seat and jam the halligan onto the door, working to free the woman.

"My baby, get my baby!" The woman shouts, crying frantically. "He's in the back seat!"

"Boyd, take over!" You command, grabbing your window puncher as you move to the back of the car. You see the baby on the passenger side, breaking the glass on the driver's side as you toss your helmet to the ground.

"I need a backboard over here!" Boyd shouts as he manages to open the driver's door. "Lieutenant, you have to hurry, the car is leaking fuel."

You dive in through the broken window, scrambling as you cut the baby's seatbelt as he wails.

"(Y/L/N) get out of there right now!" Severide's voice startles you slightly. You take out your turnout coat, wrapping the baby in it as you start to make your way back out. "(Y/L/N), c'mon!! There's a cut powerline-"

You had just passed the baby through the window to Severide when the powerline's spark comes into contact with the fuel on the floor, a fire flaring up quickly.

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koko-bopp · 4 years

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Three Times

jeon jungkook x male!reader

word count – 5K

genre – Mature, Fluff

warning(s) – lowkey SMUT, marijuana use, drinking, choking kink, lace kink, if you're toxically masculine or addicted to gender roles, just don't read.

synopsis – you and jungkook had flirted a thousand times, hung out alone a million times, yet you've only kissed three times.

You've only kissed them three times, his lips.

You'd had a massive crush on Jungkook for as long as you can remember, and it would be obvious to anyone with or without a pair of eyes that Jungkook really liked you too.

But Yoongi's your older brother, also Jungkook's friend, so wanting to confirm a relationship would've been tricky. Jungkook probably would spontaneously combust and die if you had to ask for Yoongi's approval to date you.

The first time involved the two of you getting stoned. Yoongi wasn't there to tell you shit, considering he went on a skateboarding park date with Hoseok, and Namjoon was spending the night at Jin's place. Weed brownies and Looney Tunes was all you and Jungkook needed to have a great time.

Well, you two only really needed each other to have a good time.

But this was a moment to remember.

Alright, the two of you were pretty stoned; edibles seemed to have hit both of you pretty hard since you had begun telling embarrassing stories about Yoongi, and Jungkook's stories were about his highschool life and how canteen food is disgusting compared to Jin's cooking.

Before it all came to an end, Jungkook placed both hands and his chin on your shoulder like a giddy child, both of you staring at each other through eyes that weren't yet that red but for whatever reason, it looked like Jungkook was staring into the solar system. Staring into something beautiful.

But his staring into your eyes with a bright grin on your face led to hungry lips being met.

Jungkook had climbed onto your lap with his fingers diving into your hair, his legs on either side of your thighs as you moulded your lips against his as though you had been touch starved.

Moans were leaving Jungkook's lips when you pulled him down against your crotch, thrusting up causing him to whimper loudly. You'd grabbed his ass into your palms watching him have to pull away from your lips and suck in a broken sigh.

Though he joined back immediately, grinding down onto you and in that time you had pulled Jungkook flush against your body, one hand moving up to grip onto his hair.

"Ah–! Hyung," He moaned loudly.

It resulted in a low chuckle from you, your lips scattering small bites and kisses along his neck that was on full display for you to enjoy as you please, "Hmm. You sound so sexy moaning for me, doll."

It earned a whine from Jungkook, a more moans from when you bit down next to his pulse.

A smirk danced onto your lips, "Though, I bet you'd look sexier squirming under me, don't you think?" You said, "Withering, squirming, all desperate underneath my touch, baby? Doesn't that sound good?"

It sounded perfect.

But it was interrupted by Yoongi bringing Hoseok back to his apartment from their date. So, as soon as the door clicked open Jungkook had thrown himself off of you and onto the far end of the couch.

Yoongi clearly knew what had happened, he noticed the pillow you'd used to cover your crotch area, and Jungkook sitting wierdly cross-legged with his face and cheeks flamed red. Hoseok just being happy that he's no longer challenged by snobby teenagers to a skateboarding race.

You and Jungkook watched Hoseok smother your brother in kisses. Yoongi laughed at his boyfriend's actions.

Hoseok seemed oblivious to everything except the weed.

The second time had been to celebrate Jungkook's birthday.

The whole squad was invited. Taehyung was sipping on wine, while nobody let Jimin drink anything other than cider because that man can move when he's drunk. Yoongi and Jin looking sober after a whole bottle of Smirnoff, Hoseok and Namjoon just enjoy a classic beer.

You and Jungkook? It was his night, so he was allowed to drink, obviously responsibly, but you joined him. Namjoon had volunteered to be the designated driver.

Though Jungkook didn't even bother to keep his hand off of you after three shots. He constantly wanted to feel your biceps, running his finger along your jaw, and always made sure that his leg was brushing against yours.

If someone watched you two from the booth that you'd sat it; easily mistaken for a couple enjoying a drinking date.

"[Y/N]-hyung!" Jungkook laughed at your comment. You had noticed almost immediately at how his cheeks had flushed a shade of pink. "You perv," he giggled.

The topic of outfits when it came to sex was bought up, and you'd quite blatantly mentioned that lace is a rather attractive material. You may have also mentioned that Jungkook wearing that kind of clothing would definitely be something you'd want to see before you die.

"Oh my god, I was joking," you said, seen as you were only really joking about the last part. Though you leaned forward so only Jungkook was able to hear your next words, "Kookie. Are you actually wearing that?"

"Why?" He said, teasingly. His hands danced along his button-up, undoing the first few buttons that immediately exposed the black, lace bra that he had mentioned seconds ago, "Are you taking back your words?"

Your eyes went wide. It might've been the alcohol, but your expression read immediate lust. "Fuck, you look–"

You didn't have the concentration to respond as soon as Jungkook licked his lips. You swallowed hard, eyes wondering to the pattern of the piece then back up to the younger's eyes. Jungkook was smirking, clearly proud of his behaviour, "Do I look nice, Hyung?"

You nodded carefully, you were trying to convince yourself that both his behaviour and yours is just alcohol influenced.

Jungkook leaned forward, his hot and vodka-scented breath against your neck while he took a hold of your hand, dragging your hand slowly up his shirt to feel the lingerie under the fabric. He kissed the space right beside your ear, and you could literally feel the smirk against his lips, "Would you fuck me like this, Hyung?"

It resulted in a messy make-out against the bathroom sink. The sound of heavy breathing and French kissing were bouncing against the bathroom tiles. Both of you were trying to get the upper hand over the other.

However, you received the title of dominance when you wrapped your fingers around Jungkook's neck harshly. He'd let out a moan that was almost too loud, not expecting the action to turn him on so much.

You smirk, poking out your tongue from between your teeth, "Turn around."

Jungkook smirked and hooked a finger around the loop of your pants, "Make me."

"Jungkook! Jungkook!" The sound of Jimin's frantic voice came from the other end of the door.

Both you and Jungkook rolled your eyes, you slightly let go of the grip on the other's neck, just slightly, instead, you leaned down to begin planting a mix between rough and soft kisses along his neck and chest.

Jungkook's breath hitched, leaning his head back out of reflex, one hand in your hair and the other gripping the bathroom sink. He raised his voice slightly, "Jimin, I'm busy!"

"We told the bartender it's your birthday and now he's giving out free drinks–"

"Ah-!" A loud yelp came from Jungkook when you'd gone down far enough to take his nipple between your teeth through the lace fabric. Licking and biting the bud caused a string of poorly suppressed moans leaving Jungkook's mouth and a smirk from you. Jungkook whined, his hand now on your shoulder, "Jiminnn, not now!"

"If you don't come I'll actually break the door down."

You rolled your eyes, biting down one last time before pulling away, the string of saliva on your tongue glistening.

"No, no, no, hyung–" Jungkook's half-lidded eyes could've spoken for him, but he continued in a softer yet firm tone so Jimin wasn't able to hear him. "Hyung, I'm hard." He honestly wanted to cry, every chance he seemed to finally have you to himself it got interrupted.

"Next time, Kookie." Not gonna lie, you were rather disappointed as well, but Jungkook acting all whiny and needy was kind of attractive.

Jungkook gripped your shirt, grinding his crotch against your leg, "Please, please, just ignore him. I want you inside me."

Jimin somehow burst through the door, accidentally tripping over his own feet but nonetheless able to regain his ability to walk properly. "Jungkook, can you just– oh."

The youngest in the room pushed you off of him, almost angrily, although not expressed to you, more towards Jimin. "For fuck's sake," he snarled bitterly, tucking his shirt out from his jeans. As much as being interrupted was honestly a massive turn off for him, he was still that little bit hard, so thankfully his shirt was long enough to cover.

Jungkook exited the bathroom buttoning his shirt back up, making sure to hit Jimin's arm with his shoulder.

And Jimin was just really shocked at what he'd done.

You were trying your best not to laugh.

The third time was different, though, Jungkook had spoken to Yoongi, asking for his blessing to date you. It took a three-hour pep talk and a 250ml bottle of iced coffee, but he did it.

"No."

"I– what?"

"I said, no," Yoongi repeated. He hadn't even looked up at Jungkook, he was too busy starring at his computer, "I didn't interrupt almost every moment you two had together for nothing."

Huh, now it made a lot more sense.

Yoongi was against him, not the universe.

"Yoongi-Hyung, c'mon," He sulked, dropping his shoulders, "If you're worried about me hurting him–"

"–I am."

"At least give me a chance. Just one," Jungkook pleaded, still facing Yoongi, "I swear, hyung, you won't regret this, he means the world to me."

Yoongi turned around, his brows furrowed, "If you do anything, and I mean anything, to hurt him or his feeling, you'll be dead to me," He threatened, "Understood?"

You were in your room, and that's where Jungkook was heading. All the times of seeing your face and spending time with you but not being able to make more of a move than cuddling finally paid off.

Slightly disappointed that Yoongi was playing game master and tried to restrict you two from being together.

But to an extent, he didn't blame Yoongi at all for being overprotective, blood is thicker than water.

"Kook? Wha–" You tried to say. Jungkook had purposefully exaggerated his entrance, slamming the door open and closing it. He'd seen that you were sitting on your bed with your studies in your hand but quickly interrupted it by sitting on your lap.

"Jagi," Jungkook began, a bright smile on his face as he placed both his hands on your chest, "You like-like me, yeah?"

You were still that bit shocked, seeing as this was happening really quick. But a blink or two got you to realise that Jungkook was really close to you. You placed your hands on his waist, "Yeah, shit, did it take you two almost-fuckings and months of flirting to figure that out?"

Jungkook laughed, "No, just wanted to confirm." He leaned closer to you, tilting his head just a bit so he was mere inches away from your lips, "So, I spoke to your brother."

It was making you nervous at how calm he was acting, but you nodded in acknowledgement.

"I got his approval," Jungkook beamed, "And lucky for you, I like-like you too."

You didn't stop yourself from making the first move this time, so you softly and firmly connected your lips with his. It was like stamping a contract, one that made sure that Jungkook is yours and you're his.

You took a hold of the back of Jungkook's neck, bringing him much closer to you. You pulled back for a second though, looking at Jungkook through loving eyes, "Yoongi's going in half an hour."

Jungkook furrowed his brows, slightly panting, from the kiss, "Alright. So?"

You smirked, "He's staying over at Nams and Jin's to finish off his work there," you said, but you moved your hand so it was now wrapped around his neck. Watching Jungkook's breath hitch was what you wanted, "Then you're mine to ruin all night."

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witchygagirl · 4 years

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Bachelorette Party for 2

When Adam plans a bachelorette trip for 2 to Vegas what's the worse that could happens? Ties into mine and @gottaboopthesnoot family fluff series (mentions of sexual acts? That's a warning aint it?)

"So I've been thinking" Adam said as he plopped down on the corner of your desk. You glanced over your computer screen and eyed him cautiously "That exact sentence has gotten me into so much shit over the years I am scared to ask"

A smile slipped onto his face "Oh come on now! It's been months since we got yelled at by Voight!" "It's been two weeks Ruz! Now tell me what you've been thinking before I decide to switch partners with Kevin for the day" you were completely ignoring your screen now in favor of your over grown golden retriever of a best friend.

He glanced around the squad room before finally saying "You need a bachelorette party. Something to celebrate you and mouse tying the knot before you do" you leaned back in your chair and looked at him like he'd grown a second head "Adam are you forgetting the night you and Kim have all planned for three weeks from now?"

He shrugged and picked up a photo from your desk that was from one of the community picnics. Jay had snapped a photo of you, Adam, Kim and Mouse. The thing was you could barely see Mouse because he'd pulled you into his lap then Adam had flopped into your lap then Kim had ultimately climbed into Adam's lap. It was a ridiculously goofy photo for a detective to have on her desk but you smiled every time you looked at it.

"Yea but that party is for all the bridesmaids. I was thinking you needed one for you and your man of honor" you tried to hide your smile. Adam wasn't jealous of Mouse taking your attention, no he loved your fiance. He was jealous of the possibility of one of your female friends taking your attention from him as your best friend. "So a trip for me and you?"

A grin spread across his face as he sat the photo down and looked at you "Exactly! Me, you, Vegas? C'mon it'll be fun!" You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth chewing on it as you thought about his offer. "Let me talk to Mouse about it" his grin deepened even further and he patted on your desk "That's my girl! I'll start checking flights and reservations. It's gonna be awesome!"

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Come Friday afternoon Mouse was driving you to the airport to meet up with Adam. When he parked you were still holding his hand instead of getting out. "Baby are you ok?" He asked giving your hand a little squeeze.

You nodded then raised your eyes to meet his with a small smile "Are you sure you're ok with me going?" "That's what's wrong? Adam is your best friend! You two deserve a weekend to have fun. I'll miss you but come Sunday I'm sure we can make up the two nights we'll miss" his smile was always enough to bring one to your face.

"I love you Greg Gerwitz" he grinned and said "I love you too. Now let me get some kisses before you leave" you leaned across to catch his lips in a kiss. Every time your lips met his felt like the first time all over again. You never dreamed of feeling about someone how you felt about him and you couldn't wait to finally be his wife.

You felt his hands move to your hips and moaned into his mouth when he pulled you over into his lap as he deepened the kiss. "Greg" you spoke with your lips still against his both of you losing yourselves in each other but before either of you could speak someone slapped on the window and a very familiar voice said "Stop that! Good lord you're a detective and that is public indecency!"

You leaned back to see Adam standing outside the car with Kim standing behind him both of them wearing a grin. You rolled down the window not bothering to move out Mouse's lap "Hello partner! Can you give me like five more minutes to finish making out with my fiance? You and Kim can check my bags in then make out for a few before we have to leave"

He shook his head then held up his watch "Flight leaves in thirty. We've got enough time to get through security so Mouse sorry man I gotta take her" Mouse laughed and laid his head over on your chest kissing your neck lightly "No worries Ruz" then looked up at you and patted your thighs "C'mon baby. Let's go get you two checked in and boarded"

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There was a time you hated plane rides but after joining intelligence and helping in cases in New York a lot you'd gotten over your aversion. Nothing helped nerves better than Hank side eyeing you in turbulence.

Adam had booked you flights in business class which meant fairly comfortable seats. You'd fallen asleep not long after the plane had taken off and actually only woke up when Adam moved his shoulder which you'd been laying against so he could ask you if you wanted something to eat or drink.

You blinked the sleep from your eyes and smiled at the stewardness "Just a soda please"

She handed you a sprite from the cart then continued down the aisle.

Adam grinned at you then acted like he was wiping something off his shoulder "Adam Ruzek I do not drool in my sleep!" you argued but still felt your mouth just in case and he busted out laughing "Oh I was just kidding but now I know you actually do! Poor Mouse man do you drool on him?"

You raised an eyebrow at that question and he groaned running a hand over his face "Forget I asked and please do not tell me about your sex life again I know more about him than any man should ever know about his best friend's soon to be husband"

You tried and failed to hide your smile behind the soda can and shrugged "Sorry Ruz but that's a perk of having a woman as your best friend. We talk about our sex lives just as much as you men folk do. Besides I know a fair share about Kim as well"

He rolled his eyes and said "That's because you've both made it clear that should anything ever happen to me and Mouse you're marrying each other next" "Well at least you know she'll be taken care" you teased with a wink.

He shook his head and checked the time on his watch "Well we don't have long before we land. Want to go over the game plan so far?" You grinned and said "Of course! I'm curious as to what you've planned and just a little worried"

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By the time the plane landed Adam had went over the basics of where you were staying, what bars and casinos he planned to hit and the fact that come saturday you'd both probably be crawling out of bed around dinner time from the hangovers.

You followed him through the airport after you'd grabbed your bags and out to the sidewalk where he hailed a cab.

You slid in first then he climbed in behind you and told the driver where you were headed. "Ready for a fun weekend?" He asked you with a broad smile that you returned fully "Hell yea let's do it"

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He'd gotten the two of you adjoining rooms at the Excalibur Hotel & Casino so the plan was to drop bags off, get ready then head out. It was a little after six so you still had plenty of time to grab a bite to eat before the night even started good.

Considering the hotel offered a wide variety buffet you chose just to eat there. The food was delicious and there was a lot of variety.

Once you were both content and had let Kim and Mouse both know you'd landed safely Adam grinned at you then rubbed his hands together "So are you ready for your official bachelorette party? The one in a couple weeks is just the hometown one"

You waved your hand towards the door "Lead the way partner. You're the man with the plan" he grabbed your hand and said "Then let's get on it!"

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"Adam what in the world are you wearing?" You nearly choked on your beer when he made it back over to the table. He wiggled his hips with a smirk "ya like it?" For some ungodly reason he'd added a coconut bra over his tank top considering he'd shed his shirt when you said you were cold so you were now wearing it over your top.

"Where did you get that?" You asked rubbing a hand over the shell closest to you. He swatted your hand away "First off ma'am hands off. Secondly I am sure I'm the one that planned tonight so I've got a few more surprises up my sleeve"

"Such as?" You asked with a raised eyebrow but he simply grinned at you. Your phone started ringing so you pulled it out to see Mouse's name flash across and smiled but Adam moved a bit faster than you and snatched it away to answer it "Gerwitz you know the rules!"

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Mouse wasn't surprised when Adam answered your phone it was a common occurrence when you were home and out in the field. He could hear you laughing in the background "Ruz give me my phone!"

"C'mon Adam I just want to check on her" he offered but Adam tsked then said "She's with me. She's fine. She loves you and will see you Sunday and the two of you can do all that stuff I hate having to hear about ok"

"Ruz" he tried again but Adam cut him off by saying "The strippers just got here man I gotta go" strippers? Adam hadn't said anything about strippers. "ADAM" he hollered but all he got in return was a quick "Bye Mouse" and heard you giggle before the line went dead.

He sat there for a second then clicked Kim's number in his contacts. After a few minutes she answered her voice heavy with sleep "Mouse? Is everything ok?" He tried to talk calm but the first thing out his mouth was "Strippers Kim!"

After a beat that was clearly her trying to wake up enough for a conversation she said "What?" "Adam got her strippers" she laughed lightly "Yea I know. I helped him pick out which ones"

Why did that not surprise him? "Ok but tell me this isn't the world's worse combination. Adam, Y/N, strippers, alcohol, a lot of cash and the Las Vegas strip"

She laughed again then said "Mouse do you doubt either of them" "No I'm not worried about them! I'm worried about Vegas. I don't think even Voight and Trudy could get them out of destroying an entire city"

"Mouse get some sleep. They'll call when they're hungover and laying around tomorrow" he chuckled then said "Yea you're right. Night Kim" "Night"

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When his phone started chiming for a facetime call Mouse reached out blindly to grab it then clicked to answer. When your face popped up on screen he couldn't help but smile. You had glitter all over your face, you were wearing Adam's long sleeve shirt over your own top and was wearing a bride to be sash. You were as always the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on.

"Hey baby!" You giggled leaning against Adam's shoulder as he told the uber driver where the two of you were headed next. "Hi beautiful are you having fun?" He asked and you nodded "Yes I am! Adam planned an amazing time. The strippers were gorgeous and loved when they found out I was higher ranking than him! They even gave me a hat look"

You disappeared from the screen for a moment then popped back into view wearing one of the cop hats like strippers wore. "You gonna wear that for me when you get home?" He asked and you smiled "Of course baby! The one girl gave me some ideas for our honeymoon. She even offered a demonstration but I told her a lap dance was where I drew the line"

He laughed when you said that "I know baby you wouldn't do anything with anyone" you nodded then stared at him for moment. He was worried the call had froze before you finally sighed and said "God Greg you're so fucking sexy. I miss you!"

Time the words left your mouth Adam grabbed the phone "Nope I'm not hearing this! Mouse man do you realize after the first time you slept with her I couldn't look at you for two fucking days? No man should know that much about another man unless they're together"

He heard you giggle from next to Adam so he asked "Impressed or intimidated Ruz?" Adam shrugged "Little bit of both honestly and a little weirded out cause I never knew she was such a freak until the next day she kept going on and on about your fingers while you were typing"

This time Mouse busted out laughing "You're welcome then" Adam was laughing by then but still said "It's not funny! I'm fucking scarred man!"

"Sorry man..now hand me back to our girl!" He said and Adam nodded "No sex talk?" Mouse knew you so he said "Not on my end" Adam side eyed you then shrugged "Good as I'm gonna get here she is"

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When Adam handed the phone back Mouse's ears were red from how hard he'd been laughing but smiled when he saw you "Hello again gorgeous" "Hey baby. I promised Adam no more sex talk and we're about to get out the uber but before I go I want to say I love you and can we try to mark off number three on the tech room list when I get back"

"FOR FUCKS SAKE PARTNER" Adam hollered and mouse grinned "Of course beautiful. I love you too. Have fun and be safe" you clicked off the call then handed your phone to Adam.

He was quiet for a moment then said "What's number three?" You shook your head "Oh you don't wanna know" he took a sip from the flask he'd bought a couple bars back then said "Naw I'm drunk enough I want to know"

You turned to face him then said "Number three is mouse eating me out in the tech room during lunch so there's a chance of anyone walking in" he looked like a fish out of water for a second then said "Hold up what's one and two?"

You scratched the back of your neck then said "Well I gave him a blow job while he was updating our coms a while back and we had sex while you, Kim and Jay were upstairs doing paperwork"

He took another swig then grinned as he said "Anywhere else in the precinct I need to disinfect?" You felt a blush warm your cheeks when you answered "Um break room, a few desks in the squad room, a couple cars in roll up and Voights office once"

"Hold on...Voights office?" He asked stunned and you shrugged "What?" He shook his head "Nothing you and Mouse are fucking insane though" you laughed then said "Yea but we have an amazing sex life Ruz"

About that time the uber stopped in front the next bar and Adam grabbed your arm "Thank god I need another drink" you let him pull you out and laughed "You asked!"

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You groaned as you rolled over and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was a little after noon. You tried to sit up when the room started spinning you laid back down on the floor and closed your eyes. Floor?

You could vaguely remember you and Adam opening the doors between your rooms and proclaiming the blanket fort you were gonna make would break any world record. You opened your eyes and looked around before spotting him a few feet away curled around a pillow still wearing the coconut bra and a pink tiara that you had no memory of him getting "Ruzek!" You spoke but grimaced from your own voice.

When he didn't stir you grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at him. He opened one eye and looked at you "Did we survive last night?" You laughed and said "I don't know. I feel like shit" "Me too. I think we're getting too old for this shit" he agreed as both of you crawled closer to each other so you could sit up leaning against each other.

"We're staying tonight too aren't we?" You asked and he groaned then said "Why don't we stay in and get pizza and watch a movie?" You patted his hand closest to you "You read my mind partner"

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Sunday evening Kim and Mouse were standing together and spotted Adam first when the two of you walked off the plane then spotted you.

Both of you were wearing matching t-shirts that said "We survived" with a photo of the strip as the background along with bright orange sunglasses. When you spotted him you smiled and practically ran to him.

"I missed you" you spoke with your face buried in his neck. He kissed your forehead then asked "Did you have fun?" You pulled back and looked over where Adam and Kim were also hugging "Oh yeah. My man of honor made sure I had one hell of a weekend" "and the hangover to prove it" Adam added with a wink.

#chicago pd imagine #chicago pd fanfic #chicago pd drabble #chicago pd fanfiction #platonic adam ruzek x reader #adam ruzek x reader #family fluff series #inside amys head

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Dare To Forget Me

Ch. 5: Ins And Outs

// Previous Chapters //

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Original female character

Summary: Montserrat begins her first case with SVU and comes into some doubt.

A Monday morning was just as busy as any other day in SVU. It was a miracle they still had Sundays off. Montserrat had come in at the time Olivia told her the day before. She emerged into the bullpen and saw some familiar faces along the way, but it didn't hit her until she was spotted by the detectives.

"Miss Novak?" Amanda Rollins was the first to notice the familiar ginger coming into the room. At her call, she had the other detectives follow her gaze towards Montserrat.

With all eyes on her, Montserrat meekly smiled at the group and waved her free hand at them. "Morning Detectives."

"Look at you, showing up unannounced," Fin leaned back on his chair, scrutinizing Montserrat for a clue of her sudden presence. "Last time we heard you were having a baby in Barba's courtroom."

"While that would have been awesome-" Montserrat sarcastically began, pointing at Fin as if she were truly sorry it wasn't the case, "-I decided to wait until the trial was over."

"Impressive," Fin gave a nod.

Montserrat continued on with the charade by pretending to accept the compliment. "Thank you."

"We tried to visit you," Sonny said, sounding a lot like Rafael in that he was apologetic for not following through. "But, uh, your cousin didn't want to tell us where you were at."

"Yeah, she said your couple had some weird traditions or something," Nick said, still seeming doubtful of it.

"Yeah, sorry about that. But thank you," Montserrat was touched by their efforts when they hadn't even known each other to be considered friends.

"Was the baby alright?" Amanda asked out of curiosity. No one knew what happened except that Montserrat had indeed given birth to a baby.

"Yes, a health boy who had me in agony for twelve hours," Montserrat pretended to shiver, making the detectives laugh.

"Yeah, that's why I'm not having kids," Amanda shook her head.

"Never say never," Montserrat truly meant that. No one ever knew what might happen to those perfect plans one made for life.

"Montse," Olivia emerged from the hallway, holding a paper in one of her hands. "Glad you're here."

"Sorry, I was on my way in and I got sidetracked," Montserrat nodded over to the detectives.

"They do a lot of distraction," Olivia's comment earned herself mock glares from her team. "You didn't bring coffee for everyone though…" her serious comment made Montserrat stop for a second until she remembered she'd playfully joked during their lunch meeting that she would bring coffee for everyone come Monday.

"Oh, right," Montserrat laughed in embarrassment. "Tomorrow."

"So, have you told them?"

"Uh, no I have not," Montserrat shook her head.

Olivia motioned if she wanted to go ahead and do it but Montserrat allowed Olivia to break the news instead.

"Well, guys, Montserrat is joining the team today," Olivia put a hand on Montserrat's shoulder. "Please show her the ropes, not that she needs a lot of training, but you know…"

"Show the new kid around," Nick got the jist, giving a smirk that indicated Montserrat was in for a spree of new kid jokes.

"Carisi, you're finally off the hook now," Fin confirmed Montserrat's thoughts with that and made her laugh when Sonny cheered with his hands in the air.

"Thank you for coming," Sonny oh-so-seriously told Montserrat.

"Thank you," Montserrat loved the type of dynamic the team seemed to have despite the atrocious crimes they dealt with every day. It didn't always happen.

"So, Detective Novak…?" Fin tested the name out with a bob of his head. "It's going to take some getting used to considering the only Novak we knew chewed our asses for not giving her perfect cases."

"But now we have Barba who has the perfect attitude towards our cases," Amanda said in the same sarcastic tone Fin had used.

"...I miss Casey," Fin quietly said a minute later.

"Okay," Olivia said in a tone that indicated she was switching gears to business. She showed Montserrat to her desk, which turned out to be opposite of Sonny's. "We did just get our latest victim to help us with a sketch of our perp…" but as she turned around the paper in her hands, the entire group agreed it was rather generic.

"That sketch is useless," Fin's blunt remark made Olivia sigh.

"Yes, I know but let's give it a shot, alright? We're gathering backup so start preparing - this is going to be an all day search," she started to turn but stopped midway, her index finger pointed at Montserrat. "And someone fill in our newest recruit please."

"Oh geez, definitely feeling like the new kid," Montserrat nodded to herself, missing the few smiles from the other team.

"Alright new kid," Sonny rose from his chair, stopping for a moment to take in what he said. A great big smile spread across his face. "Hey, it does feel good. I get the appeal now."

Montserrat cleared her throat, raising a finger in the air. "Yes, um, I believe there's a rapist out on the streets so if someone could get over the high school new kid thing that'd be great."

"Alright, c'mon Detective Novak," Fin was the one to get up this time. "These children don't know when to play and when to work," he said as he walked past her.

Montserrat followed him across the room and soon had the rest of the squad coming along with Olivia's sketch. At first glance she could see the case was pretty generic in that they didn't have outstanding evidence to nail one perp, but what they did have allowed for a search with some guidance.

"He has three victims so far but that's not going to last," Fin took the sketch from Nick and pinned it to the board. Montserrat made a face behind him - the sketch really was generic. "All victims have been white women over 40, raped in their doorways. Their attacker's young, black, male. Six-foot, wears a hoodie and a baseball cap."

"Starting to see the problems in the case...among other obvious stuff," Montserrat walked up to the board to see the details up close. "Had a gun…'I know you want it'?" she crinkled her nose and looked at the squad.

"That's more or less the basis of almost every case," Amanda warned her. "Be prepared for a lot of frustration."

"Duly noted," Montserrat nodded, glancing back at the board. Homicide was full of frustration too but she never really had to deal with cases where the suspect swore the victim wanted to be murdered.

Only a short moment later did Montserrat understand why the station had been so busy when she'd come in. Olivia had already started the preparations for the back up and search. The bullpen flooded with officers, tip line takers, and people Montserrat assumed were the higher bosses of SVU. She didn't recognize anyone and frankly, while the squad prepared to head out, she never felt so out of place. It would take time to get used to people, to really get to know them, but today was no day to dwell on her loneliness. There was a rapist who needed to be stopped and she would do everything in her power to help catch him.

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Morning turned to afternoon and by the time it grew dark, everyone was exhausted. Still, they went all into their search. Stop-and-frisk wasn't the fastest things a cop could do but there was only going to be an end until they found the perp.

"How long this gonna take, man?" went one potential suspect as an officer forcibly turned him around for the search.

"What? You late for the opera?" Fin's response was a calm sarcasm Montserrat assumed was just part of the man's responsibility. She could see why Olivia suggested she should ride with Fin for this particular job. He was the next most experienced detective in the squad so he knew all the tricks and snarks from suspects.

"I already got a cop-and-feel from one of you people this afternoon!"

"Then you should quit complaining and just follow the instructions so you can go home quicker," Montserrat doubted the man would go home if given the chance. The street was filled with people intending no doubt to have fun on this Friday night.

"That's if he's going home," Fin corrected her then moved closer towards the man. "Live around here, honey?"

"Close enough, man!"

"Got any I.D.?"

"I don't have to give you that!"

"Sounds a bit defensive for someone who's got nothing to hide," Montserrat sarcastically mused. She got an agreeing nod from Fin.

"Huh, it's a nicely rolled blunt," said Fin a minute later after retrieving said item. "Party tonight?"

They heard a gunshot from a distance before the suspect couls answer. Both Montserrat and Fin forgot about the suspect and dashed towards the noise. They arrived at the scene to see a woman dressed in a sparkling, gold dress aiming a gun at a person who was already on the ground.

"Drop the gun! Put the gun down now!" Fin took the lead and pointed his gun at the woman.

Montserrat rushed to see who the shot victim was and pulled the hood to see a teenage boy. "I've got a pulse but we're going to need a bus now!"

"He was following me!" the shooter frantically cried, still lowering her gun as Fin instructed her. As far as she knew, she'd done nothing wrong. "He was gonna rape me!"

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At the hospital, Olivia had both Fin and Montserrat relaying the situation to her because if things were wrong - even if it was the smallest of things - all of them would be in deep trouble.

"Suspect's Mehcad Carter, he's 16, he was shot once in the chest by the vic," Fin explained. "He's still in surgery, his parents are on the way."

"Sixteen?" Olivia repeated, already feeling the gravity of the situation turning against them. "Did he have a gun?"

Because that was exactly what the victim/shooter was claiming.

"No," Montserrat shook her head. "We recovered a cell phone from his pocket…?"

"Okay...and the victim? What about her?"

"Ms. Jolene Castille, the celebrity chef. She told us that she shot him in self-defense."

"Is this kid our serial?"

"Similar M.O. and description. We're waiting on an I.D. From the other vics," Fin said, reminding Olivia where Carisi was at the moment.

"The parents…" Olivia stopped when she spotted two frantic looking adults coming into the emergency room. She sighed. "Go talk to Jolene again and get her formal statement."

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The victim was a blonde woman who did seem anxious about her encounter with the suspect. As she described the happenings to Fin and Montserrat, the ginger took a special interest in what Jolene was saying. The word choice was off, in Montserrat's opinion.

She kept this to herself and probably would have kept it away if no one had caught onto her the next day. She was sitting at the table in front of the pin board where all the squad's evidence for the case was set out. As Olivia once again had the detectives run her through Jolene's statement, Olivia noticed Montserrat constantly scrunching her face.

"Detective Novak, something you want to say?" Olivia's sudden call startled Montserrat.

She looked up from the table with an unsure expression. "Uum…"

Olivia sensed her hesitation but attributed it to the fact Montserrat was brand new to the team. "It's okay, you can say anything you want."

Montserrat looked at the other detectives and saw their agreeing nods. "Well...I don't want to start off on my first case with the impression that I don't believe the victim, but…"

"You don't believe the victim," Amanda finished for her. She was smiling in a knowing manner. "We've all had that in some cases. Why do you think Jolene is lying?"

"I don't - I mean, I don't know if she's lying," Montserrat took a moment to gather her thoughts. "I mean...when she told Fin and I how she just knew that Mechad wanted to rape her…" she trailed off, making a hand gesture to her side, "Who actually knows when someone wants to rape you? Jolene said he didn't physically attack her. And she's claimed there was a gun that hasn't appeared. Maybe I'm not thinking right…"

"Nah, we get what you mean," Amanda nodded and looked at the others who were also digesting Montserrat's perspective.

"We still have the dates that match with Mechad's outings," Sonny reminded just as a pure fact. "Not to mention two of our three victims already ID him."

"I know," Montserrat planted her elbows on the table then dug her hands into her fiery hair. "Listen to me, picking at a victim's statement."

She felt awful, yes she did. Her first case and she was trying to dismantle a statement she had no evidence that contradicted with Jolene's words. The ping of self doubt started and once that happened, there was a threat of spiraling.

~0~

The next day, Montserrat took herself to the only person who could offer some help.

"I didn't expect you for lunch," Casey Novak smiled at her cousin who'd unsurprisingly dropped by her office without a call. Montserrat's smile was sour as she gave a wide wave of hello with one hand. "Uh oh," Casey put down her pepsi bottle on her desk. "What's wrong?"

Montserrat dropped into the chair across Casey's desk. "Me, my integrity, my empathy, my sympathy-"

Casey raised a hand to stop Montserrat in her long list of what Casey considered dramatics. "Please, my workday ends at five. And this lunch is just comfort food."

Montserrat gazed down at the Chinese food sitting on the edge of the desk. "Case not going so well either?"

"Oh, he's an interesting one but…" Casey tilted her head, a ghost of a smirk playing at her lips, "...I don't think you came to the DAs office just to see how one of my cases is going."

Montserrat made a noise a child would when something wasn't going their way. "I think I'm screwing up on this case."

"Already? It's only been two days," Casey went for another bite of noodles. "What could you possibly get wrong in the span of two days?"

"Is that a challenge?"

"Montse, what's wrong?" Casey asked again, this time putting down her food to listen.

With a sigh, Montserrat straightened in her chair and began to divulge the contents of the case. "And I don't want to be known as the SVU detective who doesn't believe a rape victim but...the words this woman chose don't sit well with me."

"So you have doubt, big deal," Casey gave a light shrug. "Working at SVU can do that. Every case is different and, yes, sometimes you do get victims who lie and turn out not to be victims at all."

"She shot a sixteen year old boy, Casey."

"Oh, believe me, I know," Casey said with an exceptional emphasis on her knowledge. "Rafael is already getting the push from the DA to get this case moving. I would not want to be in his shoes." Montserrat's flat face reminded Casey of the problem she was having. The ADA made an apologetic face. "Sorry."

"I mean, she claimed he had a gun but as it turns out it was just a cell phone. And said cellphone had nothing but a typical teenage boy's interests."

"So there's nothing to put him at the scenes of each rape?"

"GPS puts him in the West 80s every night that rapist hit…"

"Anything else?"

"Two out of three victims ID him."

Casey made the same face anyone sane would. "This sounds like it could be a case…"

"But it could also circumstantial," Montserrat quickly said but immediately regretted it. Another noise slipped through lips before she threw her head back in annoyance. "There I go again! There's no stopping me!"

Casey rolled her eyes while her cousin practically had a melt down. She took some seconds for herself to finish her lunch; noodles and chicken and finally a long swig of her pepsi. Montserrat kept rambling on about how she was a terrible SVU detective and should just go home. She didn't even notice when Casey had cleared her desk off and gathered her belongings. It wasn't until Casey tapped her on the shoulder did Montserrat realize her cousin had moved.

Casey stood behind Montserrat's chair, hands clasping her briefcase. "If you're done being dramatic, I have a plea deal to make."

"You know, I was under the impression that family was supposed to help each other out," Montserrat glumly stood up.

"I am," Casey's laughter didn't exactly make Montserrat believe her. "But you're being completely paranoid. It's your first case. You can't know the ins and outs of SVU in one day so you're bound to have doubts about everything. We all have different ways we start." She led Montserrat out of the office, past her assistant, and into the corridors.

"So how did you first start?" Montserrat knew of Casey's extensive history with SVU, including how she was disbarred for the mishandling of evidence, but she never really learned of Casey's first case with SVU. Casey had been young and originally wanted to be an ADA for Homicide.

Casey stopped with a momentary reluctance. "I went in too intensive. I put a victim who was just a kid to ID a suspect when the squad repeatedly warned me she wasn't ready. I actually ended up saving another kid who was stuffed inside a cooler and I...I ended up asking for a transfer that same night. It was too much for me."

Montserrat was surprised to hear the stress got to Casey in so little time. Naturally, Casey took things head on. Nothing shook her. "But obviously you didn't get the transfer then, so...what did you do to...get over it?"

"Well, first, Liv talked to me. She made me understand that someone needed to do the job and it should be someone who cared. I cared," Casey nodded, a ghost of a smile on her face. "My first case was, as I have pointed out, a rocky one. We all have them. Olivia herself had her first rape case get a little too close to her. Hell, you want to know how your current ADA first started here? With a belt. Around his neck."

Montserrat gaped while Casey took off on her own. "What!? Wait a minute - Casey!" she chased after her cousin with the intention of getting the full story about that one.

~0~

"Willie Smith, level three sex offender," Amanda pinned the mugshot of the indicated man onto the pin board. "Just paroled in Michigan."

"How did we miss this guy?" Montserrat was looking into the computer Amanda left on the table. "He's been sleeping at a shelter for the last two weeks and it's within ten blocks of each rape. Not to mention the fact each rape fits his old M.O."

"Sometimes they slip through a crack there shouldn't be," Sonny said the only thing he could. Fact was, they probably shouldn't have missed such a big detail but sometimes it just happened.

"There really shouldn't have been," Rafael agreed in that tone indicating he was more than irritated with the squad and the case in general. Olivia was beside him, wearing a face that said she'd already heard his lecture on the way.

Now it was their turn.

"In our defence, we were focusing on Mechad since he is still in critical condition at the hospital," Nick's sour tone didn't help anyone. "With Jolene's statement we put aside other cases for the moment."

"How'd that work out?" Rafael felt Olivia's hand on his shoulder, meaning for him to take it slow. However, she wasn't the one already getting word from picky, anxious bosses. He gazed over the evidence the squad had set out but momentarily diverted to the ginger smiling just a bit out of the ordinary for the situation. "Detective Novak, you're here…"

Montserrat briefly looked up from the computer, that odd smile still playing at her lips. "Yes, trying to work on this case…" she dove her gaze back on the screen and it seemed like she was struggling not to continue smiling.

"Something the matter, detective?"

Montserrat once again looked up to meet his inquisitive stare, along with the others, and felt an urge to laugh. She quickly shook her head and cleared her throat, hoping to force her laugher down her throat. "You mean besides the fact we're possibly looking at a woman who shot an innocent kid, no nothing."

"Uuh...should we bring back the victims to ID Willie…?" Fin made the question after pulling his gaze from the ginger. Newbies. Always so damn weird.

Rafael also switched back to business. "And if they do, then they'll have I.D.'D two different suspects. That just about defines reasonable doubt."

Fin raised an eyebrow. "So you don't want us to bring them in?"

It was clear at the moment even Rafael wasn't sure of the next right move. "I don't know…." He was taking a moment to think when Olivia reminded him of one important detail.

"There's the one vic who did not I.D. Mehcad. We could bring her in…"

"What? And just throw out the other two cases?" Amanda's finger pointed back to the pictures of the two victims.

"Do we have anything else to tie him to them other than M.O. And cross-race I.D.S?" even as Rafael dug for more details he could see the case wasn't going to get better even if it turned out there were more details they suddenly gathered.

"Willie said that he recycles cooking oil," Fin recalled and figured it was the best way to start again. "We'll get CSU to check their clothing and his for lard, oil residue."

"And if we do get a match...Jolene may have shot an innocent kid," Olivia pulled her glasses off to rub her tired eyes. She didn't even want to think about that roadway... but as usual, Rafael was already one step ahead.

"Question is, did she know that?"

That was the winning question, wasn't it?

~0~

"Kara, what the - what are you doing!?" Montserrat had opened the door to her apartment only to be met with burning smoke. She coughed and waved a hand in front of her face to clear the air.

The roommate question was dumping burnt bits of food from a pan into the trash. "Sorry! Sorry! I wanted to make a cool dessert!"

Montserrat spotted part of dinner neatly placed on the table. "So what happened?" She walked over to the windows in the kitchen to open them up.

"I found something tasty looking on YouTube," Kara pushed her dark brown hair behind her shoulders then proceeded to scrub the pan at the sink.

"Kara, I say this with love, please stay off the internet," Montserrat took a seat at the table and decided to pick at the dinner Kara made.

"The salon was empty and I got bored," Kara switched off the sink after putting the pan on the drier. She grabbed a towel to dry her hands then headed over for the table. "I thought I'd surprise you with something good after whatever you go do in that God awful job."

Montserrat was in the middle of chewing on a grape when Kara said that. "Gee, thanks." A minute later her cell phone pinged. She took a spoon of mashed potatoes, then fished her phone out of her back pocket.

Kara was pouring herself some soda when she noticed Montserrat's sudden pause mid-chew. "What?"

"... Mehcad died," Montserrat put her phone on the table. She brought a hand to her mouth to think about where their case was now headed.

"That's exactly what I mean," Kara shook her head. "I know you said you worked homicide but SVU takes a terrible twist with murders. I didn't even know that was possible."

Montserrat didn't pay much attention to her friend's words. Kara meant well and she knew it was just concern for her recent behavior. Montserrat was still working on being confident and a lot of other things Kara had no idea about, as well as anyone else besides Montserrat's shrink.

"Fin and Olivia are gonna go talk to the woman-"

"-you mean the shooter," Kara took a sip of her orange juice. "Because we both know that's what you think she is.'

"I am trying to see both sides but...now we're really going to see," Montserrat took her fork and went around the plate picking at the chicken. "I have a feeling this case is going to become a really heated one."

"I don't need to be a cop to know that," Kara snorted. "So if this does go to trial, can anyone go?"

Montserrat issued another look, this one signaling Kara's strange question. "Why?" Kara's widened smile was enough to make Montserrat conclude there and then it was a personal agenda that Kara had.

"I am not gonna miss any chance to see that ADA in court, up close," Kara made a hand gesture, matched with a face of 'duh'.

Montserrat silently put her fork down and stared at her roommate for a minute while Kara rambled on about Rafael. She actually described him in great detail, down to what he'd been wearing the night they saw him at the restaurant. "Amazing," Montserrat finally said after Kara took a pause (only to drink more soda). "You literally can never remember anything after getting hammered so why is this an exception?"

Kara swayed her head then dramatically stopped on a tilt, expression flat in seriousness. "I know you're like swimming in a pool of self doubt but that does not include blindness." Montserrat shook her head, but her laughter made Kara smirk. "You know I'm right. I've always got a good eye for good looking men."

"You're out of line, Kara Mackie" Montserrat pointed her fork at Kara. "And for the love of God don't you step near any courthouse. Ever."

Kara smirked widely and continued to eat. "You're lucky, Montse."

"And why is that?" Montserrat reached for her phone on the table again. She was probably going to be getting more updates on the case's situation. At the very least they would be taking a much closer look at Jolene's shot.

"Because you got to spend afternoons with him - wow!"

Montserrat raised an eyebrow of hers and slowly put her phone down on the table. "Kara, I was deadass nine months pregnant. If there was ever a time to look awful and unattractive in my life it was during that period. I couldn't even sit down on my own! Nor get up!"

"Hey, if anyone wants something to happen, it will."

Montserrat rolled her eyes, about to reject the idea when an image of her first prep session with Rafael popped into her head. She'd almost tripped and would've had a nasty fall if Rafael hadn't caught her so swiftly. It made her face feel warm when she remembered the close up of his eyes. He really did have nice eyes...and his arms - he was strong.

"Montse…?"

"What?" Montserrat flinched when her roommate spoke her name. She felt her face get even more warm realizing she'd actually drifted off thinking about something that was supposed to be no big deal.

Kara watched with a growing smirk on her face. "What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing!" Montserrat made a dash to finish her dinner, practically stuffing her face.

"Oh, sure," Kara bobbed her head, mimicking Montserrat. "Your face is almost as red as your hair. Admit it, you considered him."

"Shut up and eat your dinner, it's actually really good."

Kara laughed loudly.

~0~

Despite the protests on the streets against Jolene's act that made it impossible for a clean entrance into both the SVU station and the DAs office, Montserrat and Sonny pushed their way into the latter. It also didn't deter Sonny from making his best case on why it would be beneficial for him to shadow an ADA. Apparently, he was getting ready to take his bar exam. Interestingly though, Montserrat bore witness to the case being made towards her cousin, Casey.

The Homicide ADA had the two detectives trailing after her - well, Sonny was right behind her and Montserrat purposely lagged behind him. Sonny never realized when Montserrat left for their own ADAs office. He was just glad that Casey wouldn't mind his shadow if it was alright with Olivia.

Montserrat made a light knock against Rafael's office door just as he was finishing up a 'conversation' over the phone. It didn't sound like a regular conversation.

"Yes, sir. I do know what a long, hot summer is," he was also facing the window that probably overlooked the decent sized protest crowd outside. "Understood…"

"That did not sound like a good conversation," Montserrat remarked once he'd ended his call. "In fact that sounds more like somebody's in trouble and it's not Jolene."

"I guess it's an election year," the strained smile on Rafael's face was full of incrementing stress the case was putting on him combined with the DA. "No comment."

"Right," Montserrat knew he had a lot of comments but was holding himself to a professional level. She didn't blame him. Casey often times described just how the DA was on the inside...and Casey would know given her suspension period.

"Weren't there supposed to be two of you?" Rafael's finger pointed to the empty spot beside Montserrat.

"I'm not that new - I could have come alone," Montserrat made a face feigning offence. Of course it didn't help that Sonny came rushing in a couple seconds later. Rafael smirked at Montserrat, not needing to say what he was thinking. "I could have," the woman insisted with a frown on her face.

"Could have what?" Sonny cluelessly looked down at her.

"Nothing!"

"So...Willie Taylor. He's good for all the West Side rapes?" the ADA inquired from the two. It would solidify what needed to come next.

"Palm oil, olive oil, peanut oil, and lard on Willie and the vics. Mehcad was just a kid in a hoodie," Sonny was sorry to say for the dead kid. "Wrong place, wrong time…"

"And he was wearing the wrong skin," Montserrat's input made the two men stop and stare. "What? Everyone is thinking it and they're too afraid to say it out loud. I went with Finn and Olivia to Jolene's restaurant and I saw how she recoiled her hands when Fin reached just to motion them into a different room to talk in."

"Okay, devil's advocate, what was he doing in that neighborhood?" Rafael asked.

"His friends told us that he lost his metrocard. He was walking home," Sonny replied. He shared Montserrat's sentiment but even he knew the situation was too conflicting for one clean perspective.

"Okay, then why did he follow her to the gate?"

"His parents said he liked watching the cooking channel. Maybe he recognized Jolene, wanted an autograph."

"And Jolene, she's still sticking to her story?"

Montserrat made her input known with a scoff. "Try embellishing. Now she's claiming that Mehcad told her, 'you know you want it' as if we didn't know she just pulled that coincidentally a day after it was leaked to the press."

"How'd she react to the M.E. Report?"

"She doubled down. Even though not one neighbor heard her scream."

"Her story's a house of cards. But she's just still hiding behind self-defense," Rafael wished it could be easier but it hardly was in this division.

"Look," Montserrat began again, this time more calm and serious, "I've seen my fair share of hate crimes in Homicide. I'm not being dramatic, I'm not blaming a victim just because...this just feels racially motivated."

Being more professional made Rafael take her more serious. She reverted back to the detective Casey talked eons about. "If it is, she'll have a history. Find it. This isn't going away."

"We'll get on it," Sonny dutifully nodded and motioned Montserrat to follow him out.

"Detective Novak?" Rafael stopped the ginger woman just as she was about to cross the doorway.

She turned back but gave Sonny a nod to wait for her out in the hallway. "Did I say something wrong back there?" was her immediate guess on why she was being held back. "I have a problem, I know-"

An unusual smile came to Rafael's face as he responded with some familiar words. "You have problems alright: your integrity, your empathy, your sympathy…"

Montserrat's eyes widened in horror as she recognized her previous lists of concerns she'd given Casey. "I'm gonna kill Casey Novak."

"This is literally the worst place to say that," Rafael laughed at her.

Montserrat was nowhere near amused. She came back - stalked over - and planted her hands on his desk, leaning forwards. "How did you know that?"

Rafael sobered agonizingly slow - in Montserrat's opinion - but retained a smirk Montserrat figured was just part of his natural self. "Your cousin loves to pop in whenever the DA is breathing down my neck." Seeing her face getting redder from anger, he decided to throw in something that could possibly save Casey from actually being attacked. "She was just worried about you and she stopped by to see how the case was going. She's mentioned you had doubts about your competency here-"

Montserrat suddenly slammed her hands on the desk, effectively cutting him off. "She had no right to do that! If I come to someone to talk - to vent - that's automatically private!" she shrugged when she reached her conclusion and withdrew her hands from the desk. "I'm gonna kill her! The DA is gonna have to find a new Homicide ADA because I'm about to kill the one they have now!"

Rafael had kept quiet throughout her long ramble, unbeknownst to her he was in his examination mode and he'd come up with a good solution. Of course, he knew what he was going to get into when he opened his mouth again but he couldn't listen to Montserrat's ridiculous cries of self doubt. "I did not take you to be a woman with such low confidence in herself."

Montserrat blinked in response. Her head gave a light tilt while she decided whether or not she'd heard right. His straight face was answer enough. "I do not have low confidence in myself," she responded a minute later, much more calm than before.

Rafael made his doubt known with a bob of his head. "The woman I met two months ago was a...what was it?" he pretended to think about it for a second before he nodded and answered himself. "Oh, right, a 'badass in general'. Wonder what happened to her…"

Montserrat released a breath borderlining an offended laugh. "Well excuse me but I literally withheld labor in a courtroom, in a trial. So yeah, I had my moment. That was different. That was two months ago. This is me now, in a completely different setting. This is my first case as a detective in SVU so excuse me for having some doubt in my choices. I want it to go perfect."

"You're in SVU, nothing will ever be perfect," Rafael would've guessed Olivia to be the one to tell this to Montserrat before anything else. Apparently, it was going to be up to him to tell her the truth. "I've only been here a year and it took me only the first case I took on from them to figure out the structure of the division. You shouldn't - why the hell are you smiling?" he couldn't figure out when Montserrat had suddenly garnered a wide smile that seemed to be on the verge of laughing.

He wouldn't figure out that she was thinking about what Casey said in regards to first time cases, specifically his first case with SVU.

Don't you dare laugh, Montserrat. Montserrat pursed her lips together, pressed them hard, to swallow down that threatening laugh in her throat. "You're right," she said in a strained tone. "Everything you said is right - I gotta go."

"What was so funny-"

"-nothing!" Montserrat answered before he could even finish the question. The fact was she was staring at the desk with trembling lips. Don't laugh, she warned herself. "I have to go, Sonny's waiting. But thanks for the real life talk. Oh but I'm still killing Casey." She turned on her heels and walked straight out of the office, withholding her laugh until she was in the hallway.

Meanwhile, Rafael was left with the impression that Montserrat was an even stranger Novak to deal with.

Sonny, on the other hand, had to deal with a partner who had such an endless laughter. "I didn't think anything was funny right now," he admitted in hopes of being let in on the joke.

Montserrat took in a deep breath and hoped to God she was done. It was ridiculous, honestly, to even be doing this and she was sure if Rafael found out he would probably kill her. "Sonny, it's nothing, trust me. Rafael just said a really funny joke."

Sonny snorted. "Now I know you're lying. Barba never jokes."

"Why do you people call each other by your last names? Kinda weird," Montserrat said in a swift move to change topics.

"I don't know, just the way things are I guess," Sonny shrugged.

"I mean, I'll call you by your last name sometimes but I'm not going to do that all the time," Montserrat continued on.

"Alright, but even if I did call you by your name, it's a mouthful!"

Montserrat pretended to gasp in offence. "My name is pretty and it deserves to be said in whole. But if you're that weary of it, Montse is fine too."

Sonny smiled and tested the name out. "Montse? See, easier to say. That's why I use Sonny instead."

"What's your real name?" Montserrat wondered just as they'd come out of the DAs building. "I know you and Fin use nicknames, so...what is it? What's the big, ugly name your mother gave you?"

"My name's Dominick and it's a fine name," went the man in defensive mode. Montserrat laughed at him but agreed it was a good name.

"Alright then, Dominick, you wanna tell me why you asked my cousin if you could shadow her instead of your actual ADA?" Montserrat started down the steps for the sidewalk. "I mean, I figure you ought to know Rafael better than you do Casey."

"I do, but I asked Casey as a backup. I'll ask Barba after the Jolene case is done."

"That still doesn't make much sense," Montserrat stopped by the sidewalk for a moment. "Why would you ask Casey as a back up? Is Rafael that stickler who'd say no?"

"I don't think so…" Sonny shifted on his feet, something about him suddenly nervous.

"Sonny…?"

"...he scares me sometimes," the man promptly answered and started heading for their car.

Montserrat honestly would need a minute to laugh before she could follow to the car.

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Troubled Flight

Seth Rollins x Reader

When (Y/N) gets jealous of her best friend (with benefits), she can’t help but push him away. What will happen when they end up in the same flight... to London?

Tag Squad:

(A/N): Some old fic I had lost in the laptop. Hope you enjoy.

You and Seth have been friends with benefits for months now. Basically, you were two best friends who happened to fuck the brains out of each other occasionally. However, a month ago, you saw him engaging in an apparently very funny and exciting conversation with some girl, some really hot girl, and even though you hate to admit it, you were jealous.

Then, you got pissed at yourself for being jealous because you weren't exclusive, you were just a simple fuck. And that hurt. So, you finally came to terms with the fact that you were falling in love with him.

You just started distancing yourself from him, to the point where you're currently giving him the silent treatment. You avoid him at all costs, you don't reply to his texts, you don't answer his calls, nothing. WWE has been really helpful in that matter, because you haven't been in the same shows as him ever since. Really, destiny has some weird ways. And if it was any other time, you'd be complaining about not seeing him, but not now.

Now, you're on your way to the airport. WWE is having a tour in Europe, and you're almost sure Seth is going as well. But you're not very worried about it, you can still avoid him if you want.

Or so you thought... You felt like slamming your head against a wall when you saw him getting next to you on the airplane. You shot him a questioning, hard look, and the bastard smiled at you.

"Finally I find you." He sighs softly, plopping down on the seat. "We need to talk."

You turn your gaze to the window, avoiding him, as you put your earphones on your ears and turn your music on.

"Why are you being like this? What did I do?" He asks dryly, as he takes your earphone out. Yet again, you ignore him. "So, that's it? You're just giving me the silent treatment? Okay, so I guess I'll just tell some of my wonderful jokes until you crack."

Yet again, no reaction. You can't believe you're actually stuck in an airplane with him for a gazillion of hours.

"I've missed you this past month. A whole lot." He starts, his stare burning your back as you keep staring through the window. "Dean even punched me for being a grumpy lil shit. And tossed me off the ring in practice. And actually called me a grumpy lil shit."

You couldn't help but smile at the scene, you're totally seeing Dean doing this. You love him, Dean is your dude, completely. Him and Renee are some of your best friends, along with, uh, Seth, and Roman.

"C'mon, just talk to me. Tell me what's wrong. I miss you." He pressures again, sighing softly, as his hand moves to your thigh. You flinch at the sudden touch, but keep on ignoring him, even though it's being really hard, right now. "Okay, so... I'll keep on talking..." He mumbles, removing his hand. "So, this guy, he was at the gym a week ago, and he had the nerve... just listen to this, he had the nerve to come to me and say: 'hey, you look like Seth Rollins, I bet you get that a lot, and that might suck 'cause he's a dickhead' and then he left. He just left. After he called me a dickhead."

You couldn't help but let out a laugh at said story. Mainly, because the dude really had some nerve and also, because he probably didn't even realize the trouble he could've gotten himself into by not realizing that he was actually Seth Rollins.

"I don't know if you know how the silent treatment works, but laughing at my awesome jokes defeats the purpose." He smiles softly, his gaze locking with yours through the reflection on the window.

"I laughed because he's right, you're a dickhead." You snap, rather snappy, not bothering to face him.

"Finally, I get you to talk." He sighs. "Why am I a dickhead, (Y/N))? Please, tell me, because I don't know what I did wrong. I've been running my mind for a month to figure out what I did and I just... don't know."

"I saw you, okay? With that girl. Talking, and flirting, and whatever. So, save it. It's fine." You reply, sounding angrier than what you intended.

"What girl? What are you talking about?" He asks, confusion filling his features genuinely. He had no clue what you were talking about.

You take a deep breath before replying. "I... Uh, a stunning brunette, back in Iowa." And he just laughs. He lets out a chuckle at your response, angering you even more. "You think it's funny?"

"Yeah, I do." He replies simply, and you finally turn to him. Your stare was harder than ever, and filled with hurt. "And you have no reason to be jealous." He adds, and just the mention of that word made you cringe. "She was my cousin, (Y/N). You can check, her name is Emily Lopez and-"

"Stop." You whisper-shout, making him look at you in confusion. "I just feel stupid, so stupid, because I am... jea... yeah, that. And you don't owe me any explanations, we're not exclusive..." You mumble embarrassedly, avoiding his gaze.

"We could be... You just have to say the word." He admits softly, your stare locking with his right away.

"What do you mean?" You mumble nervously, trying to read him.

"I mean it. We can be exclusive; you just have so say so. All you have to do is say it and I'm yours, and you're mine." He explains, his hand flying dangerously up on your thigh.

"You understand what you're implying, don't you?" You ask softly, not trusting your voice.

"Yes, I'm implying that I missed my best friend so fucking much this past month. I'm implying that I'm in love with her and I'm also implying that I want her to be my girlfriend." He explains slowly. "If she'll have me, that is. So yes, I understand what I'm implying."

You couldn't stop the heartwarming smile that was now plastered on your face, along with a soft blush on your cheeks. He cups your face and looks at you in a way he never did before.

You bite your lip in anxiousness of what's about to come, not even recalling how that did things to him. He leans forward and presses his lips to yours, rather gently.

"I love you, baby." He whispers against your lips, pressing his forehead against yours, his hand still cupping your face.

"I love you too." You finally confess, smiling as you feel a weight lifting off your shoulders.

"Only God knows how long I've waited to hear those words leave your lips." He mumbles, pecking your lips once, then moving to place some kisses on your jaw.

"Same here." You giggle. "And for the record, I missed you too. A whole lot." Then, you press your lips against his ear, and whisper seductively, "All of you."

"Well, we're in a 8-hour flight... I'm sure we can figure something out, because I missed you too, all of you." He smirks at you, winking slyly.

"No, no, no. Forget about it. We're not doing it here. No." You can't believe he's actually considering it. He knows how loud you both get, and this is a fucking plane, full of people.

"I'm sure I can change your mind." He teases you, groping your thigh dangerously close to your core, as he nibs on your ear. You could feel the wetness in your panties already.

"Uh, stop. No." You beg, pushing him back. "I- I'm going to the bathroom." And with that you pass by him, accidentally putting your ass in his face, heading to the bathroom.

He waits a minute before following you. You were just staring at yourself in the mirror, trying to cool down, when you hear a soft knock on the door. You open it and he barges inside, locking the door behind him and attacking you with sloppy kisses.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. I miss you so much and now you're mine and I just-" He cuts himself off by continuing to attack your neck with wet, hot kisses. "We have to be quick now, but I'll show you exactly how much I missed you when we get to the hotel."

"Quick, and quiet." You add, breathless.

He picks you up and places you on the small counter, as he pulls your dress over your head, unhooking your bra right after. He leans down to suck and bite softly your nipples, and you had to bite your lip to stop the moans that were about to leave your mouth.

"You... Too dressed." You mumble, completely out of breath. And damn, were you turned on with the whole thing.

He chuckles lightly as he takes his shirt off, and you use that time to take your panties, leaving you fully naked in front of him. Your hands ghost all over his chest and abdomen, creating goosebumps on his skin. Then, you hook your fingers on his belt as you unbuckle it.

"Is my pussy ready for me?" He groans in a rough tone, as you finally manage to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down right away.

"Always, baby. I'm so wet for you." You whimper, pressing your feet against his ass to pull him closer.

You take ahold of his cock and pump it down slowly in your hand, caressing his balls with the other.

"Ah, fuck. Babe, unfortunately... fuck. We don't have time for that. I wanted to taste... fuck, babe. Taste you, but we gotta save it for later." He manages to say, barely handling your handwork on his dick.

"Then, fuck me. Hard." You plead in a moan, not wanting to wait one more second to feel him.

"Yes, Ma'am." He grunts, fisting his cock a couple of times, before running it up and down your wetness slowly, making you whimper in pure need.

He slowly guides himself inside of you, both of you getting worked up at the feeling. He rapidly finds the perfect angle and pace, driving you wild in mere minutes.

"Harder, baby, harder." You moan quietly, suddenly remember of the hundreds of people in the plane.

That triggered him, he start thrusting him dick inside of you, completely mercilessly, as his hips hit against you, creating an erotic skin slapping sound that was echoing in the bathroom. You are totally failing to control the noise, and you're silently praying it isn't trespassing it.

"I'm close." Seth lets out in a shaky breath.

"Cum for me, baby. I'm right behind." You beg, feeling your own release approach you. He lets out a growl and you feel his cock spasm inside of you as his seed fills you, and that did it for you. You came undone against the bathroom mirror.

He kisses your lips passionately, as he wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you tight. Then, you pull back and you both start cleaning yourselves up and getting dressed, as you're still trying to catch your breath.

"Fuck, that was... I can't believe we just did this." You giggle, as you and Seth are finishing to dress up.

"We did." He chuckles back, running a hand through his now slightly sweaty hair. "Look, I meant what I said. Before I mean. You know about wanting you to be mine. I love you and I want you to be my girlfriend. That is if you want but I don't want to push you so I get-"

"Shhh, I meant it too. I love you. And I'm yours." You smile softly, gently cupping his beard covered cheek.

"Good." He beams. "So will you be my girlfriend, (y/n)?"

"Yes, I will." You lean up and kiss him one more time. "I can't believe you're mine."

"I'm yours, baby."

"Good."

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dngrdyke · 4 years

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May The Best Bitch Win Part 2

"Let's go, bitches!" Dyke whooped. "Last one to the Hub has to clean up after the party!"

Poison rallied the engine. "I can't wait to beat your ass twice!"

Dee said nothing, and instead sped off without warning, making Faggot yelp and grab her waist tight.

A vague "motherfucker!" was heard and soon the Trans AM was catching up on her right. On her left, Ghoul and Cola were keeping pace, seemingly effortlessly.

Assholes.

The convoy made it to the Hub just as another gang pulled up. Dyke skidded to a stop in front of the leader of the pack, followed closely by Ghoul. Poison rocked up a split second behind and climbed out.

"I wanna rematch! You've less mass so you go faster!"

"I have better mass," she grinned, kicking down the stand and flicking her hair out of her face.

"Why'd I join a posse with a bike," Faggot mumbled as he climbed off shakily. Dyke killed the engine.

"The Fabulous Killjoys, huh?" one of the other gang scoffed. "Seems like a buncha kids to me."

"And who the fuck are you then?" Poison asked, coming over to stand beside Dyke with a hand on his hip.

"The Angels of Road Slaughter. I'm Roadkill. This is my second, Rock Machine. You gotta be Party Poison, or is it bootyshorts there beside ya?"

"The name's Dyke. Pretty sweet ride ya got there, Roadkill. What is it, a Chopper?"

"Yeah, got her from some Blind warehouse a while back. You don't have a bad bike yourself."

"Power cruiser, baby. I'm gonna smoke all you bitches outta here."

"Nobody's smokin' me out unless it's your little friend there," Roadkill said and winked at Poison.

"I think that's enough conversation for one day," Doctor D said, materialising out of nowhere. "At least while your old man is listening. The afterparty is a different story. Don't gotta pay attention to no-one at a party."

Dyke glanced at Poison, who was looking anywhere but at Roadkill, who was looking directly at Poison. You coulda cut the tension with a knife.

"Oh, hey, D, you'll never believe what happened earlier," Dyke said, seizing her chance to escape the awkward situation unfolding before her. "C'mon, let's get a soda and I'll tell you. Ya still got orange?"

He took the hint. "Sure do, DB. Come on in. I got a tape just about to hit replay so you can pick the next one."

He turned himself around and went back inside. Dyke took Faggot's arm and squeezed gently. He glanced at her and nodded.

"Jet, you wanna go over your battle plan?"

"I- yeah, good call." He silently thanked whatever god there was.

"I'm coming too!"

"Yeah, same here!"

Kobra and Ghoul followed, with Cola shaking his head and coming in the rear, saying nothing.

"Y'know, Roadie, a soda sounds pretty good right now," Rock Machine said. The rest of the gang murmured their agreement.

"Fine. We'll get some soda then. See ya later, prettyboy. You're gonna eat ass on the track."

Dyke bit her lip as she walked away, trying hard not to laugh. Doctor D looked back at her with a glint in his eye.

Poison ran up and draped his arms around Dyke and Jet. "Those are some hardass motherfuckers."

Dee snorted but covered it up with a cough. It was a talent of hers.

"Anyway, DB- you said you had some crazy story to tell us."

"That I do, Doctor D, that I do." She ducked out of Poison's grasp and lead the group walking backwards. "So I was headin' out to the Rendezvous- thanks for those supplies, Cola- and I saw these two assholes without any masks on takin' the kidneys outta some Drac. Y'all know I hate Blind as much as the next person, but you just gotta show some respect, ya know? Anyways, I pulled my guns on 'em and told 'em if they didn't scoot asap I'd shoot. They left together on a bike but they kept the kidneys for some reason. Dicks." Dyke turned back around and smacked her face into the beads that hung over D's doorway. She moved them out of her face and went straight to the kitchen- the only place with a working refrigerator. She took out an orange soda and cracked it open. Everyone else just stood, watching her.

"What? Somethin' on my face?"

"Dyke... Like, no offence or whatever, but how in the hell are you still alive?" Faggot asked. His eyes were huge, as if her head would explode at any second.

"DB my good friend, I'd bet my left arm that you just had a clap with Scarlet Ripper and the Mongoose," D said, running a hand through his hair.

"Those freaky-ass motherfuckers you were talkin' about earlier? Then why ain't I dead?"

"You musta got lucky," he sighed. "I gotta go tell the world to start showin' up. You gonna choose a tape?"

She chugged her soda and tossed the can into the trash. "I nearly died today. Of course I'm gonna choose the fuckin' tape."

"And it's Doctor Death-Defying back at you desert-dwellers with a whole new tape. But first, a drag race update from our very own DB."

Dyke's eyes widened and D motioned to the mic. Go crazy, he mouthed.

She grinned.

"Well hello there, desert kings, queens and everything in between. Tonight's gonna be a clear night with a high chance of road dust. Anyone willing to eat my shorts in the drag race better hurry up and get here, else someone'll take your spot. So far we have tension brewing 'tween the Killjoy squads and the Angels' racers. Who knows what's gonna happen next? Not me, but 'til then, here's Quiet Riot to keep ya kickin'."

D loaded the tape and set it playing.

"Not too bad for a first-timer."

She shrugged. "Sometimes you want the attention. I'm gonna go take a smoke break, see who else is here. We should get goin' soon."

Outside, the Angels were milling around on their bikes with some sodas.

"Hey! Dyke, wasn't it?" Roadkill jogged over to her.

"That's me," she said lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. "You need somethin'?"

He scratched the top of his greasy, black hair. Roadkill sure lived up to his name.

"Party Poison he, uh... he knows I was just dicking around, right? Well, kinda, anyway. Mostly."

"Probably. He's not pissed or anything, if that's what you're worried about. He just hasn't had anyone 'cept the mirror flirt with him in a while."

"Ah," he said and nodded, then "can I bum a smoke?"

She said nothing, but instead drew out the pack and offered it to him.

"Hey, thanks. You know you look like him though, right?"

"Long story. Might tell you one day."

"Hey, Dee! Doc says we're ready to go!" Faggot yelled out a window.

"You two gonna come out and watch?"

Dee knew from experience that he had the Girl scooped up in his arms and was making faces at her.

"Be right there. Oh, and Jet says to meet him out back with the bike."

She stubbed out the cigarette under her foot. "You comin' to the afterparty?"

"Wouldn't miss it, DB."

Jet was standing with his arms crossed when Dyke rounded the corner, pushing the bike.

"Poison wanted me to ask you if Roadkill was being serious. He said he has a nice butt."

"Kinda serious. He would. It could happen."

"God-fucking-damn it."

"Racers!" the crackly sound of Doctor D's PA system came towards them. "If your bedazzled ass isn't at the starting line, go put it there or get it kicked out."

"My ass isn't even bedazzled..."

"C'mon, Jet. We got a race to win."

They took their places at the starting line, Jet with his lanky frame scrunched up behind Dee. She had the motor running and her legs on either side of the bike for balance. Doc had better start the party soon, she thought.

She scanned the crowds lining the track and saw Faggot with the Girl on his shoulders. He grinned and waved, then took the Girl's hand and waved with that.

She smiled.

"Alright racers, I want a nice clean match. No bashing, slashing or body flashing, ya hear? And that includes you audience members, too. We don't care how well God has made you- this is a road race. Save it for the afterparty! But I think that's all an old man like me's gotta say so... On your marks!"

Dyke snapped back into reality and tensed her legs. A few of the racers revved their engines. Road Kill caught her eye and winked.

"Get set!"

She flexed her fingers and tightened her grip on the handlebars. For her, driving gloves weren't just a fashion statement.

A foghorn sounded and Dyke kicked off. "Heads down, elbows tucked in, DB and Jet Star take an early lead," the Doc's voice came over the roar of engines. "But look's like Party Poison and the Kobra Kid are close behind. Damn! Road Kill and Rock Machine leading by a hair."

"We need more speed!" Jet shouted in her ear.

"No fuckin' shit!" She sped up, taking back her spot. No way was she losing to some short, ratty-ass clown. Or Poison either, for that matter.

"Nice view, Dyke! You steal Poison's ass, too?"

"Jet, honey?"

"Yeah?"

"You remind me to break his nose at the afterparty."

"Sure thing, Dee."

She pressed harder on the accelerator. "C'mon. Please. Carla, if you can hear me..." she mumbled.

The bike, against all odds, against all the laws of physics, went just that much faster.

"Holy shit!" Jet shouted. "Dee, we- Dee! We're gonna die!"

"No way, Jet Star! We're gonna win!"

They could still hear Doctor D's voice narrating the race, but quieter now as they sped further away. "And that's DB with Jet still in the lead! I didn't know her bike could even go that fast- but don't tell her that, else I'll lose the use of my remaining working limbs."

"We almost there, Jet?"

Dyke was trying to focus on keeping the bike going as fast as possible. Sure, she had here eyes on the road, but it was a kind of tunnel vision. She didn't care about anything that wasn't directly in front of her.

"Not sure... maybe- yes! I can see someone with a flag!"

Dee whooped. The engine whined.

"Shit, will we make it?"

"If we believe, Jet! Just pray and don't stop 'til we cross that line!"

Sure enough, Jet started to mumble something. Whether he was praying or cursing her, Dyke didn't know.

She couldn't speak Spanish.

She saw Road Kill out of the corner of her eye and her face hardened. They were so close. She could almost taste it.

A rush of colour. The flag was waved. They did it. They did it!

She screamed. "Jet! Jet! We did it! WE DID IT!" She gently lifted the accelerator and braked hard to skid to a stop. Down went the kickstand.

"Did we do it?" she asked doubtfully, looking between Jet's face and the person with the flag.

"Only one way to find out, Dee. We gotta wait for the rest of 'em."

The Trans Am and Road Kill's Chopper had come in neck and neck, while someone riding solo came in just before them. The only people the two had been keeping an eye on were Road Kill and Poison. Other than that- who knew?

The crowd at the starting line started to make their way to the finish. Some people had spread out along the track, but most had stayed at the start where they could see everything that was going on.

"Alright, alright, simmer down you folks."

Doctor D spoke through a megaphone. Where the hell was he getting all this stuff?

"After careful consultation with our flagboy V, it would appear that Dyke and Jet Star have stolen the scene and come in first place!" There was a mix of cheering and groaning from the crowd as accessories were exchanged. Faggot ran up with the girl on his hip and threw an arm around Dee.

"I knew you could do it, you old bitch!"

"Hey! Poison's older than I am!"

"Dee! Dee!" the Girl giggled, clapping.

"Now that first place is settled, in second place we have Maximum Voltage, riding solo."

The crowd clapped half-heartedly. Nobody knew who this Max guy was.

"Wait... Maximu-?" Dee started. She was cut off by the Doc shushing the crowd again. The flagboy whispered in his ear.

"And in an exciting turn of events, in third place is Party Poison and the Kobra Kid tied with Road Kill and Rock Machine!"

More accessories were exchanged. Dyke was even sure she saw masks being swapped.

"Yeah, yeah, all prizes will come in due time, but for now I think we all just need to party."

Dee and Jet were swarmed with people congratulating them, and all thoughts of Maximum Voltage were pushed from her mind.

"We did it, Dee. I can't believe we actually did it!"

"Fuck, me neither! Hey- careful, these pins are sharp. To the afterparty!"

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shi-daisy · 5 years

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I've noticed that you're not very fond of Renji or the Kuchiki characters in general. Can I ask why? (No offense, just curious)

No offense here, anon. I'm more than happy to answer.

I'll start with Rukia since she's the easiest to explain. Rukia was one of my favorite characters up until the Hueco Mundo Arc. You see at first she was a dynamic girl, a little helpless but that was understandable since she had no powers, she was funny, kind and I really felt for her during the first arcs. Then Kubo just replaced her with another character. Rukia got more closed off, agressive, punch happy and tried to make Ichigo apologize about something that wasn't his fault. I didn't hate her, as she still had some of her best traits but this shift made her go from one of my faves to a neutral character. Worst off it's when she marries Renji after he left her for years and almost slashed her to bits, and the novel, oh that damn post canon novel gave me rabies. She's embarrassed by being called Abarai? I could buy this from Orihime, or Momo, hell I'd even buy it from Riruka, but Rukia? No, that's not her. Instead of forgiving Byakuya and Renji in a heartbeat, Rukia's character would've been better off if she told them both to sit on a prickly cactus and stay the hell away from her, then left with Ichigo and Co. to the human world at the end of the Rescue arc. Instead she forgives those two, who have been nothing but shitty to her and takes to hero worshipping Byakuya. No, that's the worst thing she could've done and to top it off she marries one of them and has his kid. That dude hit you once and you not only marry him but have his kid?! Gurl, that literally begging for trouble right there. I just felt disgusted with the way Kubo handled Rukia. I don't hate her but I don't love her as much as everyone else in the fandom does.

Renji And Byakuya though? Those two I absolutely despise.

During the first arc these two come to the human world to arrest Rukia, who need I remind you was completely powerless, and what's the first thing Renji does? Swing a goddamn sword at her. He literally just tried to slash her with his sword. Does Byakuya interfiere? Tells him to maybe tone it down a bit? Nope, he does fucking nothing. Renji keeps trying to hit her, with a grin on his face, and later on even chokes her. It's not until Uryu, who's a freaking Quincy, steps in that the whole aggression stops.

I know people defend this with 'oh Kubo meant for them to seem as villians at the time' but I think you can't come back from trying to slash your bestie/future wife or from letting my sister be slashed to bits.

But ok, if it was just that, I'd be willing to let it slide so as long as the two apologize and Rukia gave em a 'reason you suck speech' or something similar. Well next time we see Renji he's taunting Rukia in prison. He backs out and says it's a joke later but it was still scumy of him to do that. During that same scene Rukia says she knows she'll get killed and pinnapple dumbass tells her Byakuya would intervine, but she shoots him down by saying that he'd likely just kill her himself and has never once cared for her from the moment he adopted her. Like, what? This asshat hasn't even looked her in the eye in 40 years? I know in shinigami time that's like 4 years maybe but it's still a long time to be emotionality neglected.

After his fight with Ichigo we get Renji And Rukia's backstory and instead of growing sympathetic towards him, I hated him more. So he and Rukia grow up together with some friends in the poorest place in Soul Society, and after their friends death they join the academy to get better housing and food. That's good so far, only the two are separate because Renji has more potential and Rukia is average at best. He gets new friends and keeps moving forward. Rukia was alone and stuck. Sad but ok maybe they'll make up after graduation. Nope, because the Kuchiki clan wants to adopt Rukia, remove her from the academy and now she'll live as a Noble. It's clear in that scene that Rukia does not want this, that she'll take any excuse to not accept, does Renji tell her to stay with him, or to choose what she wants? Of course not, the idiot congratulates her, makes a light-hearted joke about it and then sulks when Rukia sadly thanks him and leaves. Then he suddenly decides to stay away from Rukia for... bullshit reasons. Like I get Kubo tried to paint it as a I have to stay away so the Kuchiki won't get mad at her, but Rukia didn't ask for that, she was lonely, even more so without Renji, and he didn't even attempt to communicate with her or just check in? She obviously didn't want that and he didn't either, but no, I'm apparently supposed to be heartbroken that they were speareted. Then when he sees her again, his childhood bestie, the woman he loves, his future wife and mother of his child, what happens? He tried to slash her with a sword when she was depowered. See how his backstory made the previous scene worst. Honestly I was glad he chose to help Ichigo not let Rukia get killed but damn, it shouldn't have taken this long!

After that we get the whole Renji vs Byakuya thing. Renji goes down like a chump, assists in the final battle for a bit and that's it. No apologies for the past, or for what he did when he arrested her, or the things he said to her in prison, zero apologies from Renji Abarai. This doesn't work, especially if Kubo wanted to marry these two off by the end of the series. Renji needed to apologize directly, we needed to see it play out, not just be told he did it offscreen. This left me hating Renji for the reminder of the show. He was now more friendly and even a bit of a comic relief but his first impression muddled that for me. On the Fullbringer Arc he refused to fight Jackie because a man who hits a woman is trash but... didn't you just do that to the chick you're in love with like two years prior? Did he forget? Was that an admission of guilt or something? I dunno. It felt like a last ditch attempt from Kubo to make him more likeable but to me it fell flat. By the end I was fully disinterested in Renji, wheather he lived, died, married Rukia, Byakuya, whoever the hell, I just didn't care for him at all. It did bug me that he took Uryu's spot in the final chapter cover. Uryu deserved better than Mr hypocrite taking his limelight. Renji would've been better as one off villian, Kubo should've given his backstory to another character and have them with Rukia instead. I'll never get over the fact that this dude spent his first appearance being the most unlikeable jerk, physically assaulting the woman he loves, talking shit like a cocky dumbass, almost killing two of the main characters, and taking the girl he loved to her death; only to be married to said girl in the end, with a daughter and on best terms with the people he fucked over. I ain't a fan of him.

Byakuya it's another character who I wanted to smack against the concrete, repeatedly. First appearance? Lets his lieutenant throw his sister around like a ragdoll, almost kills an innocent human, and basically acts like everyone's beneath him? Good, I already hate him. Next time we see him, he shows no emotion towards Rukia's sentence, he's still hell-bent on stopping the human squad from rescuing her, almost lets Renji die after he loses to Ichigo (honestly I was down for Renji bitting it but c'mon this dude is your employee and you don't care if he dies? Big yikes) Keeps messing up every attempt from the others to rescue Rukia. Almost kills Renji in a fight, then goes to fight Ichigo and here's where he became irredeemable for me. During his fight with Ichigo, he says he'll beat Ichigo and then kill Rukia himself. That's when I wanted Ichigo to chop him into sashimi. You can't say something like that and expect anyone to forgive you. He loses against Ichigo and at the very least honors his word to not kill Rukia. Okay then he defends Rukia from the real baddies. Nice, I still hate him. When he's being healed he tells Rukia that he adopted her because his wife was Rukia's actual sister, and he promised he'd keep Rukia safe if he ever found her.

All throughout the flashback I only felt sympathy for Hisana. Being put in the poorest place in Rukon, having to leave your baby sister to survive, marrying a guy who you love only for his family to hate you because you're not Noble, then getting terminally ill and not being able to help your lost sibling, all of that is horrible and broke my heart. More so when you realize that Byakuya didn't keep his promise to protect Rukia because it would break the law. He can stick his laws where the sun don't shine Rukia almost got killed unfairly because of him, Ichigo and his friends would've died unfairly because of him, he doesn't deserve any forgiveness. At least the dude had the spine to apologize on screen but that still just the bare minimum. I wanted to see him make up for all the shit he caused, maybe try and help change the law so a mistake like this dosen't happen again, just something productive. Well no, he's still the same cold and unlikable jerk we first met, only now he seems to treat Rukia better. This should've been a start, not the default. When he almost died in the final arc I thought it was a fitting end, he's humbled down, he apologizes to Rukia and Renji for losing, he leaves everything in Ichigo's hands, which mirrors how he was opposing him on the first arc but it's now fully on his side, it was the best way to salvage this unlikeable prick. But no, he dosen't die. He lives and its back to the grind again. Worst of all it's how he appears during Rukia's big fight and she uses her Bankai, he's there to mansplain and sour the fight and ugh I hated that chapter. Then he says he's proud of Rukia and it's meant to be a heartwarming moment, to me however it was vomit inducing. You're proud now? Two years ago you almost killed her! You ignored her and neglected her for decades and this is supposed to be cute?! No, his pride is worth less than dirt when he treated her this badly before. Heck if he had won back at the beginning Rukia wouldn't even be there. You almost killed her two years before, and now you're proud? Miss me with that nonsense.

The ending was especially jarring for me not just because Renji got with Rukia but also because they, along with Byakuya did nothing to fix the system that almost led to Rukia's unfair death. None of them did anything and if there's one thing I would love to see if Bleach ever got a sequel,would be Ichika yelling at the three of them for their ineptitude. They let the Sokyoku get rebuilt, they didn't do a smidge to change the system even though they're two captains and a lieutenant, and still live in prefect rich peep paradise when Rukon is still as shitty as it was when Renji and Rukia lived there.

Sorry for the long answer, I just wanted to let everything out as in most discussions people are baffled by the fact that I don't like these three characters all that much. Hope this answers your question anon!

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