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// Mike Dodds x Original Character \\

Summary: After stumbling upon the quaint little establishment of Salem’s Bar, Mike makes it his mission to finally muster up the courage to ask out the bartender who so easily stole his heart.

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Chapter 1: A Night at Salem’s

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more than just a short time — jamie whelan

fandom: law & order organized crime

wc: 2,579 

warnings: SPOILERS for the season finale of law & order organized crime, canonical character death, canon mention of hospitals and violence. very self deprecating talk from a disabled character. ANGST. ANGST, ANGST, ANGST. female!reader

summary: Can someone be a widow if their partner only ever planned to propose?

author’s note at the end.

Jamie doesn’t wanna see her.

She’s on her way up, Bobby tells him gently. Jamie wishes the surge of relief that courses through him wasn’t mixed up with the abhorrent need to send her away, be as rude as possible to have her leave the room before she comes to terms with what he’s become.

He doesn’t. Jamie nods at Reyes and licks his lips. He feels his eyes burn when the door opens to (Y/N) walking in, clutching the strap of her purse like it’s a lifeline, eyes wide and terrified and determined all at once. Bobby cups her elbow in silent support as he leaves the room, and Jamie swallows the mean words that try to climb up his throat at the sight of someone else doing what he can’t; comfort her, touch her, be the steadiness she needs in a moment of chaos.

Neither of them speaks as they’re left alone, a bubble of something-not-quite-peace enveloping them and making the outside world a mere blur at the other side of the doors. It’s only them and the ticking clock, the smell of alcohol and disinfectant, and the lack of color and life one expects from this specific wing at Bellevue. 

They’d met in a bar around four years ago. Jamie had just made detective and some of his buddies at the four-nine were adamant about at least buying him some drinks in celebration. Just after finishing his first beer, another one had been delivered to the table, the waiter pointing to where (Y/N) was sitting at the bar, smile sheepish and face flushed at being caught. 

She’d heard them celebrating and figured there was no harm in inviting the next round. Jamie leaned into her space with a charming grin and said something stupid about being harmed by meeting someone so beautiful and not asking for their name. To this day (Y/N) calls it the worst pickup line she’s ever heard, but it got him a laugh and a date that very same weekend. 

It’s been good. It’s been great – the last time Jamie was so infatuated by someone he’d been thirteen and crushing after the next-door neighbor. He fell so hard for (Y/N) and simply kept falling as they moved in together before their second anniversary and started looking for rings a couple of months before he transferred to Organized Crime.

The development of their relationship has been both a whirlwind and the most obvious thing Jamie’s ever lived through. Of course he was supposed to meet her. Of course he fell in love with her from the very first night. He hasn’t been able to imagine his life without her since their first date. 

Jamie doesn’t want her here. Jamie needs her by his side. These are two things that have to coexist now, his new reality far from the idea he had for the rest of his life.

He doesn’t tell her to go.

“Hi, sweetheart,” (Y/N) talks first, breaking the silence and the distance between them all at once as if snapping out of a spell. She drops her things in the chair left behind by Bobby and is by his bed in an instant, hands hovering all over him like she’s unsure of what parts of him she can touch without hurting him. 

Jamie wills for his fingers to twitch, for his hand to wake the fuck up and reach for her, help her cross those last few inches she isn’t daring to do on her own. 

He remains limp against the bed. (Y/N) finally touches him, her fingers against his cheek. It’s enough for Jamie to shudder with a cry, turning his head so he can soak in the touch. She’s warm and steady against his skin and Jamie mourns his situation for the hundredth time in the last hour.

“Jamie,” she says, murmured and weepy. Jamie’s eyes close in agony but it feels too much like being dead already, so he opens them again. The sight that greets him is devastating: his almost-fiánce-never-to-be-wife, asking him for something he can’t give her. The lifetime together he’s been waiting to promise in his proposal has gone up in smoke in the blink of an eye.

It was the right thing to do. Jamie knew– not even the blinding pain that shocked through his nerves had been enough of a distraction to the urgency in Stabler’s voice– that the second Kyle died, the chance to put down Shadowerk would go with him. 

There really was nothing he could’ve done. The bullet had reached his spine the moment it entered his body. He was dead the second he walked into that godforsaken camp.

But (Y/N) hadn’t known that when she kissed him goodbye that morning. She’d stood on her tippy toes and wrapped her arms around his neck and joined their mouths together, tasting of toothpaste and languidly using her tongue to make him late for work.

“Hi,” he says, voice dry, trying not to sound as miserable as he is and failing. 

He’d already canceled a vacation on her earlier that week. A pre-honeymoon, he’d started calling it in his mind, maybe finally the right time to propose. He worries for a ridiculous moment if (Y/N)’s gonna be able to get a refund out of that, fretting terribly for what’ll happen to her after he’s gone.

He knows she can take care of herself but she’s not supposed to have to. Not while he’s alive and breathing.

Jamie’s overcome with how badly he wishes he’d called in sick. That he let (Y/N) drag him back to bed like she almost did and throw caution to the wind, burrow himself in her arms and her laugh, and leave the curtains drawn shut, embracing the safety of the darkness. He was so afraid of letting Bell and Stabler down, of having Reyes go out there without someone that cared for him watching his back, and where did that get him?

Without his body. Without a future with the love of his life.

The love of his life who can never find out what he asked of Bobby. Even if she loves him enough to do it for him– Jamie loves her too much to even ask. He won’t do that. He’s already planning on making her a widow, having her do it is just cruel. He made a promise a long time ago that he wouldn’t let the job make him someone he didn’t recognize and he’s not about to start bailing on it now.

Can someone be a widow if their partner only ever planned to propose? Jamie almost suggests they get a priest in here and use Bobby as a witness, but (Y/N) deserves better than that. And she’ll find it someday, Jamie’s sure of it, with an accountant or a banker or someone with a boring job who doesn’t leave the house to get shot at and get paid too little for it. 

“My day sucked,” he jokes weakly despite the inner monologue that’s rushing through his brain, trying to get her to smile and his voice cracking with emotion in the process. (Y/N) struggles with it but she manages an upward tilt of the lips, eyes wet. 

His pretty girl, so fucking resilient.

“I bet,” she tells him. She doesn’t stop touching him, which Jamie appreciates as much as he does the effort at light conversation. “Office coffee was that bad, huh.” 

Jamie’s laugh turns into a sob so quickly that he reasons it wasn’t really ever a laugh. His fragile good humor is gone in an instant, lip wobbling and features scrunching in agonized despair.

“I’m sorry,” he cries earnestly and without restraint for the first time since his mom died, probably. He shuts his eyes but it does nothing to stop the flow once it's started and (Y/N) can’t wipe all his tears fast enough. “We should’ve gone on vacation, I shouldn’t have gone to work at all, I’m so sorry–”

“Hey,” she cuts him off, equally as devastated. “Honey, it’s alright, it’s okay. You were doing the right thing, there’s nothing for you to be sorry about.”

He keeps apologizing anyway, fervently. Jamie isn’t strong enough to stop when (Y/N) starts to cry, too. She just holds him as best she can while they cry together. “You don’t deserve this, you don’t need less than half a–”

“You’re alive,” (Y/N) insists fiercely through tears. Jamie doesn’t tell her how this can’t be much of a life. “You came home to me, baby. That’s all that matters to me, you understand?”

Jamie hums an affirmative and keeps crying, and (Y/N) keeps soothing her fingers over his cheeks, his mouth, his temple, his hair. Jamie’s tremendously grateful for her, even if the need to make himself small and let (Y/N) hold him will never be satisfied again. 

“You’re not half of anything,” she continues to reassure him without room for discussion. “You’re my everything. My whole entire life, Jamie–”

“I kept thinking of you,” he weeps, his breaths coming fast and hurried without the usual feeling of his abdomen pulling with the force of his grief. “All the time I’m out there, all I do is think of you, and I thought this time, I– I– I–”

She says his name helplessly, pressing a fervent kiss to his temple while some of her tears fall into Jamie’s hair, her breath stuttering. (Y/N) wraps herself around him as best she can without disturbing his injuries and the machines that are keeping him alive, leaving her in a most awkward position she doesn’t complain about once. Jamie’s love for her is too strong to be contained inside his body.  

“I love you,” he tells her after enough time has passed that Jamie’s almost certain he won’t break into another sob. His voice quivers but that’s about it, and he thinks he’s allowed. (Y/N)’s fingers tremble against his temple. “I love you so much.”

“I love you,” she answers without hesitation, her voice a little shaky, too. She scratches at his hair and Jamie’s shiver is cut down to his neck. “I love you, baby, and we’re gonna be alright. We’re gonna be okay.”

“I don’t think we’ll make it to Alaska,” he tries not to scoff in disappointment because he knows (Y/N) won’t like it, and she proves him right when she purses her lips like she does when trying to convince herself not to slap him in the back of the head.

“Don’t be stupid,” she says, but it’s so, so soft it sounds like a term of endearment. Idiot, like honey, sweetheart, baby . “I don’t care about that. We can get shitfaced and take pictures with your thumb on the lens at home, you know.”

“Hey,” he says, trying and failing not to think about wedding rings at the bottom of champagne glasses or hidden in chocolate mousse cakes. He’s always made fun of people who think proposing with a choking hazard is a good idea but Jamie now aches for that stupidity, that normalcy that won’t ever be for him. He refuses to propose in a hospital room when he can’t even put a ring on her hand himself. “We probably won’t get a refund out of that.”

“That’s okay,” (Y/N) soothes. Nothing is, but Jamie lets her try. Maybe she’ll have better luck at pretending than he did. “I don’t mind.” 

They fall into silence and he almost goes to sleep under her hands, pacified to unconsciousness half due to exhaustion and half due to her presence: the calm in the middle of the storm. Jamie isn’t mad anymore, can’t be when she’s got him wrapped around her finger.

“I love you,” he can’t tell her enough, sleepy and quiet. The rush of air she lets out is the only indication that (Y/N) heard him. 

Breathing’s getting harder, already a chore, and now the thought of the device running out of batteries or accidentally disconnecting from where it's keeping him alive makes him anxious. (Y/N)’s worried, he can tell even if she almost never voices it because she refuses to make him feel guilty about doing the job he loves. Jamie wishes she’d tell him off, scream and cry at him and not bottle it all up. It’ll only be worse when he–

He says, "Want every day with you," with sharp breaths between each word because he's too exhausted to say I want to spend the rest of my life with you. There's a ring in my locker at the station that I've been waiting for the right moment to give to you. He doesn't say, every moment is right when we're together and I'm sorry I'm only realizing that when I’m unable to breathe on my own.

(Y/N) smiles, shaky and watery, and the most gorgeous sight Jamie’s seen in his life. She knows, and Jamie knows she does. The knot that had built up the whole time he'd struggled to stay awake, waiting for her in this hospital bed, loosens.

It’s gonna be okay. She’s gonna be alright, even if she’ll miss him. She’ll grieve and move on knowing, without a doubt, that Jamie loved her like he’s never loved anyone before. It���s enough for him. He can only hope it’s enough for her, too. 

“Honey,” she rouses him gently from an accidental slumber hours later, the sun that gave little light to the room now gone behind the horizon, (Y/N)’s fingers still caressing his face. She looks exhausted and worried and the most beautiful Jamie’s ever seen her. Her smile is brittle and shaky. “Your dad’s here. I didn’t want to wake you up, but–”

“‘s okay,” he tells her. “Can you give us a few minutes?”

“Sure,” she says softly, hesitation clouding her features only for a second before she’s leaning in for a kiss, firm and lingering. Jamie exhales into it, something in his chest unfurling at the touch. He hadn’t realized they hadn’t kissed yet. “I’ll bring him in.”

“Wait,” he says, managing a boyish grin with lidded eyes. “Do that again.”

(Y/N)’s smile is bright, and Jamie’s glad to taste it when she goes in for another kiss on his mouth and then moves on to his cheek, his nose, his chin, his forehead. “Insatiable.”

“You love it.”

“God help me, I do,” she pats his chest carefully. “Let me go get your dad before he wonders what we’re doing in here.”

“Okay,” he says quietly, and once last time because he can’t help himself. “I love you.”

(Y/N) turns from where she already had one foot out the door, expression tender. “I love you back. See you in a minute.”

Later, after crying in the safety of his dad’s presence like a little boy and saying his goodbyes, Jamie closes his eyes as his breaths begin to recede. The shrill sound of his heart monitor, the panic that takes over the room when he stops breathing, he’s aware of none of it. 

Behind his lids isn’t death, but the Northern Lights and (Y/N) underneath them, showered in colors and smiling at him like she did that first night in a bar, young and unknowing. She offers him her hand and Jamie takes it. Nothing hurts.

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this fic snuck up on me ngl but the season finale fucking wrecked me. i’m still thinking about writing a fix it.

short (considering my standards lol) and somewhat sweet? hope you enjoyed and if u want tell me what u think!

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The SVU squad part 1

Fandoms: law and order order svu / encanto (in which the squad have gifts)

Eventual Parings: oc x John munch, oc x fin Tutuola, oc x Elliot stabler, oc x Nick Amaro, oc x Sonny carisi, oc x Rafael Barba, oc x Peter stone

Other characters appearing now or later in this series: Donald Cragen, Melinda Warner, George Hwang, Olivia benson, Mike Dodds and William Lewis.

Pervious captain: “open up your eyes Donald this flashlight holds the miricale given to our department”

Young Cargen: “how did we get a miricale”

Previous Captain: “long ago when I became a detective and first joined the precinct there was a rapist the worst New York has ever seen more victims than we could count. Despite many people working tirelessly we couldn’t catch him and one of my coworkers got killed. In our darkest moment we were given a miracle this flashlight became a magical device that would never turn off. It blessed detectives and Adas with gifts to help the citizens of this city. However after years some of them decided they were too old so they stepped down and gave up their gifts. Now I’m leaving it’s your turn to lead this precinct…—————————————-

Estrella held her breath as she walked up the stairs into the building where the 16th precinct is housed. Two years she spent as a uniform officer and now she was finally promoted to a junior detective. She stopped briefly to re-read her resume making sure it was written correctly before continuing on her way. When she saw the door reading special victims unit she gulped hesitating to open it. There had been many transfer requests to this particular department thoughts of ‘what if I’m not good enough?’ Ran threw her herd after all only the best of the best would be accepted.

After what seemed like forever she opened the door and walked in. The area seemed cramped but cosy including desks filled with papers and a investigation board. It didn’t seem like any of the detectives that worked here were in at the moment. Estrella noticed a bald man sitting in an office with the door closed this must be the captain. She knocked politely and he looked up motioning for her to enter.

“Are you Captain Cragen?” Estrella asked walking in?

“Yes and your are?” Cragen asked

“Officer…sorry junior detective Estrella Juliette GracÃa” she said handing over her resume with a nervous smile

“Please take a seat” Cragen said she did as told and waited for him to read it she tried to gauge his reaction by his facial expressions but he wasn’t giving much away. Finally he looked up “this says you have an iq of 146, you graduated high school at age 13, got a scholarship to Harvard where you earned both a doctorate in criminal justice and an SJD in law by age 18, you then served in the army for three years as a private where you saved the lives of two fellow soldiers, you were awarded the silver star for your bravery being one of only 10 women to get that medal, you then joined the police academy where you graduated top of your class and now you have been promoted to detective after being in uniform for only 2 years….am I missing anything?” He asked

“I don’t think so Captain?” Estrella said a little confused

“I’m sorry the position has already been filled..” Cragen started Estrella frowned at this she knew the competition was huge but she thought he would at least think about it before making a decision “But I’ve thought about it and your resume is exemplary I would be lucky to have you on my team, so I have decided to call detective beck and tell her I am going with someone else” he finished smiling at her and handing her resume back to her

“R..really? You mean I got the job?” Estrella said shocked but excited she struggled not to jump and down in her seat

“Welcome to the special victims unit detective” Cragen said shaking her hand

“I won’t let you down Captain Cragen, when do I start?” Estrella asked

“You start tomorrow officially, today i’d like you to get to know your coworkers and then tonight will be your gift ceremony” Cragen explained

“That is fine with me” Estrella said

“Good your new partner Elliot Stabler should be at the courthouse testifying, go meet him there” Cragen ordered

~~~~~~~~~

Estrella got out of the cab looking for this stabler man. Instead she was disgusted to see a man kissing what looked to her like a child.

“What is going on here?” Estrella asked trying to hide the slight anger in his voice

“Butt out she’s my girlfriend” the man shot back

“Your girlfriend? This is a child that makes her your victim” Estrella said frustrated

“She is 17” the man said

“Do you have proof? I’d?” Estrella asked the girl

“She isn’t showing you anything take a hike lady” the man said

“You have to be really stupid or really cocky to molset a child in public” Estrella said pushing him down on a car hood and putting his hands behind his back

“Let me go right now! Who do you think you are” the man yelled trying to fight her

“Hey el cabrón, i’m a detective just got promote and your under arrest under the New York penal code 130 sexual abuse of a minor” Estrella said turning the man around and handcuffing him.

“Please stop he’s my boyfriend, leave him alone” the girl pleaded

“There a problem here?” A man with short brown hair and blue eyes asked he had a detectives badge much like her own in his hand

“I caught this man molesting a minor” Estrella told pointing to the handcuffed guy who yelled at the detective to “get her off me”

“Tell her” the girl said

“It’s legal the girls 17” the detective explained

“Really the girl was telling the truth?” Estrella asked still confused she let the man out of the handcuffs

“Come on let’s go home” the girl said and the couple walked away hand in hand

“That’s not right even if she is legal that guy is like 30” Estrella said

“Tell me about it, but it’s what the court ordered” the detective agreed with her “what’s it to you anyway?”

“Are you detective Elliot Stabler?” Estrella asked

“Yeah” he answered

“Well that was an awkward introduction…I’m detective Estrella GarcÃa your new partner” she introduced herself

“Welcome to the world of grey” Elliot said clearly unhappy about the courts decision

“The captain said I should get to know my co workers so I guess there other others” Estrella says

“Yeah I’m meeting them for an after work drink at a bar down the street if you want to join us” Elliot offered

“I don’t really drink but sure id like to meet them” Estrella said they then headed to the bar she let her new partner lead the way since she was familiar with the place. When they walked in she realised there was a lot of police and lawyers drinking here. Elliot walked over to a table where two men were sitting one white man in his late 40s to early 50s wearing glasses and the other a black man in his early 40s his long curly hair in a ponytail. They looked familiar and Estrella got a serious feeling of deja vu but she shrugged it off.

“Guys this is my new partner Estrella GarcÃa” Elliot introduced sitting down at the table next to fin.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both” Estrella said sitting at the remaking seat

“Hey I’m Odafin tutuola but I prefer just fin, this is my partner John Munch” fin said shaking her hand

“Welcome to the squad and a life of regret and suffering” John said jokingly while also shaking her hand. A waitress came to the table the guys ordered beers and Estrella got a fruity cocktail. While waiting for them to arrive the guys got into a work related conversation. Elliot was still upset about the 17 year old girl case.

Estrella sat deep in thought she realised the names Tutuola and Munch were familiar to her. Then it clicked there was a detective Munch that worked in Baltimore homicide and a detective Tutuola that worked in Manhattan narcotics they were pretty much the reason she became a cop but I couldn’t be them? Could it…

“Excuse me John did you ever work in Baltimore Homicide?” Estrella asked the table went silent

“Yes a life time ago, why?” John sighed obviously not wanting to discuss his old life. Estrellas eyes went wide so she was right about one of but what about the other. She turned to look at fin

“What about you Fin did you work in Narcotics here in New York?” Estrella asked

“Yeah how’d you know are you stalking us” Fin said raising an eye brow suspiciously

“No nothing like that…do either of you remember a case fifteen years ago where one of the biggest drug lords in America was arrested he also had many trafficked girls that he would use and pass around to his men. He and his gang was responsible for a long list of murders they operated mainly from Maryland and New York but he was living in the state of Pennsylvania. He had three kids and older son and two twins a boy and a girl. The mother of his children died under mysterious circumstances.” Estrella recounted

“Have you been studying our case notes? There’s not way you could know all that if you didn’t” John said

“No i didn’t” Estrella said

“A lot of those details weren’t released to the press theres no way you can not that stufd” Fin told her

“I can explain you know that scared little ten year old girl that had to testify and put her father in prison? I don’t like to bring it up much but that way me” Estrella admired both men looked her jaws hanging open in surprised even Elliot looked shocked and he hadn’t even worked that case.

“Nah no way that was you” Fin said

“Yes way” Estrella said

“I read about that case in the paper, sorry you went threw that” Elliot said the group then changed the subject and spent the rest of the hour eating, drinking their drinks and talking about the recent case of the 17 year old that looked like a little girl. Estrella listend with interest since she just joined she wasn’t up to speed on that case.

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That night the big gift ceremony was going to take place. Politicians and police from other bureaus were in attendance as well as the current members of svu. Since the prescient was small but people still wanted to know what was going thousands gathered in Times Square watching a live feed of the event. Estrella smoothed over her suit and fixed her hair ready for the ceremony to begin. Music begun to play signaling that it was time for her to emerge from behind the door she nervously complied. This was it that thing they would make or break her if she got a gift she’d become a permenant member of the squad if not she’s soon be gone like Brian Cassidy and Monique Jefferies before her. People clamped for her as she walked. She was nervous and this resulted in her only talking about a step a minute. Every so slowly she mad her way to the glowing lockers.

The lockers were large probably big enough for a person to fit inside. Each one glowed with magic displaying the name of a person and a symbol showing what their gift was. Stabler had a dumbbell on his symbolizing his gift of super strength, Tutuola had a chameleon showing that his gift is shapeshifting and Munch had a speech bubble with words in different languages on in since he had the ability to speak, read and understand all languages fluently. A new locker had appeared next to the others out of thin air this one was blank but still had an aura of magic around it. Captain Cragen was standing. He had the magical flashlight in his hand

“Will you use your gift to honor our miracle? Will you serve this city and strengthen victims hope” Cragen asked

I nodded and placed my hands on the flashlight it felt warm and calming. I went up to the locker door and hesitantly reached out touching on the combination lock. A magical light moved over the door transforming it and my name appeared in gold glowing letters ‘Estrella GarcÃa’ underneath was a love heart. I felt lots of eyes on me waiting for me to do something revealing what my gift was. Nothing happened! Everyone waited not knowing what to do and after a while Cragen addressed the crowd

“We have a new gift I don’t know sure no one knows what it is yet but it’s a gift all the same” Cragen said i ran my hand along the door confused but happy at the same time. I was now an official member of the squad but my gift hadn’t manifested itself yet..I wonder what it could be?

[plaidbooks]

Do you have any Mike Dodds x reader or oc that you recommend?

I will always recommend @adarafaelbarba and @storiesofsvu !!

[thatonecurlygirl]

Law and Order: SVU - Gym AU

Just a bit of info about the AU!!

MIKE x OC

Despite his father’s ambitious attempts to talk him out of opening up a gym, Mike and Lucy did so anyway. It was something he had been thinking about a lot for a long time and thought ‘why not?’ He had been saving up money for what seemed like forever and he decided this is what he wanted to do. 

His mom was pretty supportive, so were his friends…and Lucy — Lucy was incredibly supportive and encouraging through the whole thing and that is part of the reason why he is so madly in love with that woman. 

She stood by his side during the whole process, when things were going good and when they went bad. She was the constant through it all and over a year of the gym being in business, she is still an unwavering constant.

SONNY x Reader A

Mike and Sonny are best friends, Sonny was one of them that hung around at late hours of the night to help Mike and Lucy get things put together.

He likes to joke and say he is some kind of silent partner in the whole gym business because as he would say “I literally donated my blood, sweat, and tears to this place.” And would spend most of his free time hanging around.

Despite what he might want Mike and Lucy to think, he has more than one reason to hang around the gym, the most distracting being you.

The minute he saw you walk into the gym a few months back, he was infatuated.

The way the leggings clung so tightly to your legs and cuffed your butt in the ever-so mesmerizing way and how that contrasted so surprisingly well with the slightly oversized t-shirt you wore, it had him in awe.

It was your smile that got him though, the way you bumped into him on accident and apologized with this beautiful smile on your face and ever since then he has been trying to get your attention in any way he can.

NICK x Reader B

Nick spends his free time in the gym, usually to blow off some of the steam from the day.

When at the gym, he can always be found either in the boxing ring sparring with Mike and others or his favorite corner in the gym equipped with heavy bags, speed bags and plenty of jump ropes.

Nick had been boxing since his late teens and has gotten pretty good. He has been approached multiple times by a few managers multiple times in his life but always turned them down saying that “it’s just a hobby” for him.

The first day he laid eyes on you was on a Thursday, you were talking to Lucy on the other side of the gym, it was hard not to miss the adorable laugh that emitted from your lovely form.

The only problem was he wasn’t the only one that noticed you. He saw the way the new guy, Peter, looked at you and Nick would be lying if said it didn’t make him jealous.

PETER x Reader B

Peter was newer in town, moved in from Chicago after his father’s unexpected death.

Peter works as a physical therapist at a rehabilitation center in town, something he decided to pursue after getting injured playing baseball.

He wanted to find a place to go work out that wasn’t sketchy but at the same time, not too crowded and found Mike’s gym.

Peter really kept to himself most of the time when working out and lately has kept his eyes on someone that caught them a few weeks ago.

One day when he was on the treadmill, in front of the big window facing the street, he saw you in the yoga studio across the street dancing with a huge group of children and his interest was piqued.

When he saw you in the gym talking and laughing with Lucy he knew that he had to do something to get your attention, especially if Nick is as interested in you as he looks.

Requests are open my babes!

[roseinutopia]

For @barsonaddict <3

[bullet-prooflove]

Finally...

After 35 chapters my Rafael Barba x OC fic 'All In' is finnished and I look forward to you all reading it!

The first chapter has already been posted and the second will be going up this weekend!

Which means I can move on to writing the Mike Dodds x OC fic that has been rolling around my head for a while now.

Wish me luck!

[adarafaelbarba]

SCC Disney Challenge Masterlist

🖼 = Moodboard | 📝 = One Shot

«Kiss The Girl» (Kat Tamin x f!reader) 🖼📝

Beauty and the Beast (Nick Amaro x reader) 🖼

The Aristocats (Sonny Carisi x Nora Johannessen (oc)) 🖼

Lady and the Tramp (Sonny Carisi x Nora Johannessen (oc)) 🖼

Cinderella (Mike Dodds x reader) 🖼

Peter Pan (Sonny Carisi x reader) 🖼

The Little Mermaid (Rafael Barba x reader) 🖼

Hercules (Peter Stone x reader) 🖼

Aladdin (Nick Amaro x reader) 🖼

Alice in Wonderland (Mike Dodds x reader) 🖼

The Princess and the Frog (Rafael Barba x reader) 🖼

«Remember Me» (Mike Dodds x reader) 🖼📝

«Hakuna Matata» (Sonny Carisi x reader) 🖼📝

«Something There» (Nick Amaro x reader) 🖼📝

«You’ll be in my Heart» (Mike Dodds + daughter (mentions of Mike Dodds x reader) 🖼📝

«I won’t say I’m in Love» (Kat Tamin x reader) 🖼📝

[pastlivesandsecretdreams]

paradise

chapter one - the end of our peace

mike dodds x oc (cecilia “cecily” elizabeth sinatra kennedy)

warnings :: mentions of death, gun violence, blood, loss of family, curses, pregnancy, ect.

request :: none bby. I’ve been mentally writing this for a few weeks now and i intend to make it a full series, so i hope you like it! cecily is the fictional daughter of the late jfk jr. from before he was married to carolyn bessette-kennedy and married to a fictional wife. i love mike so strap in, ladies, gents, and my nonbinary friends. not my gif btw

song of the chapter : paradise by coldplay

cecily grew up much better off than most; from the moment she was conceived she was famous, being born to the beloved son of jfk, jfk jr, and beloved daughter of frank sinatra, elizabeth “betsy” sinatra. she had been born two years before her favorite cousin, jack, who would be her beloved confidante, for her whole life. when she was brought into the world, her father whispered that she was so perfect, something had to give. and that thing was her mother, who died half an hour after, due to a hemorrhage they didn’t catch until it was too late. days after she was born, john had to bury his first wife, and brought his newborn into the limelight for the first time. cecily became the face of the newest generation of kennedys, whether she and her father wanted it or not.

so when carolyn came into her life, cecily took the maternal love and attention, never wanting to let go. she was the flower girl at her father’s wedding to carolyn, which made her the most happy little girl. No one thought that just a few years later, that happiness would be robbed when her father, step-mother, and step-aunt were killed going to a wedding. The little girl was supposed to attend, but started running a fever, leaving her aunt caroline to take care of her.. luckily she had, otherwise she too would have perished in the crash. her godmother got custody of her and for a time they lived in australia, before returning back to the apartment she had lived in with her step-mother and her father. when she turned eighteen, she met a handsome older boy who stole her heart. he was one of the first and only people to understand her and her life. that man was called mike dodds. and he came from a similar family: one with high ambitions, him being from a police family. the two married secretly, with their closest friends and family there. The following year, a daughter, eliza, was born, followed by a son, john,  two years ago, and most recently their newest addition would join them in the next few months. cecily’s relationship with her father-in-law, william dodds, was warm. him seeing her as the daughter he never had. but he knew only to call her from his work phone for emergencies. so when “wills - work” popped up on her phone, she dropped everything, including the clothing she had been folding. she could feel her heartbeat beating faster than it should have. it seemed her newest addition noticed to, as they started to kick. the young kennedy picked up the phone, and the words said would forever haunt her: “mike was shot.” cecelia got the children in the car and quickly dropped them off at her aunt caroline’s. luckily for her, her cousin, jack, was home from college, so he drove her to the hospital. she waddled over to the nurse's desk and was about to speak before she heard her first name being called. mike’s team sat with her father-in-law in the waiting room, one of them being covered in blood. His team looked at her quizzingly, not knowing why a kennedy was there. mike had kept her and their children a secret for their safety, and had planned on telling the team about them once he had properly settled into the team. but those plans were ruined by an attack of her family curse. “he’s fine. Just a gunshot to the shoulder. He will be fine and can leave in the next few hours…” cecilia let out a sob as william opened his arms, letting out a cry himself. “mrs. dodds...?” a nurse called for her.

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please let me know if i should continue with this story or not! This is my first time writing for mike and think he is so underrated. xoxo, gracie

[winchesterszvonecek]

Blood Bound 18+

Chapter 1 - A Night at Salem’s

Word Count: 6162

Series Masterlist | Full Masterlist

It was an hour or two out from closing when Mike finally ducked into the familiar cover of Salem's Bar, rustling a few stubborn raindrops from the length of his hair as he allowed the comforting warmth of the establishment to engulf him entirely. 

For a while there, he didn’t think he’d have made it in time to hear the bell that would chime at last call. He had piles of paperwork stacked high on his desk needing one thing or another done to them and whilst he knew he should still be at the precinct continuing to make a dent into them, they were honestly the very last thing on Mike’s mind right now. 

Staring mindlessly at case files and crime scene photos on a Thursday night wasn’t exactly the most exciting, or cheerful, thing that he could do with his time. Not when there was something far, far more appealing that he could spend the rest of his night focusing his attention on, allowing time to drift idly by around him as he did nothing but nurse his drink and watch the bar’s owner like she were his favourite TV show. 

And yes, he knows, it was rather stalker-ish of him to come here solely to hide in the shadows and gawk at her whilst she worked, but he simply couldn’t help it.

The very second the bar’s tudor door, complete with old fashioned iron handles and a deep red stained glass window at the top, clicked shut behind him, Mike had spotted her already. It wasn’t hard, honestly. She was always behind the bar serving drinks and even despite the dim, barely allowing you to properly see , candlelight of the wrought iron chandeliers that hung over his head, it was never hard for him to find her. 

As though a bright white light emanated from behind every fibre of her being, Callie’s presence alone could light up the room more than he’d ever need it to. He was drawn to it. Like a magnet attracting him towards her, Mike made his way eagerly across the room the moment that light cut through the darkness and swallowed him entirely, the clicking of his shoes against the dark wooden floor barely audible over the music that drifted from the jukebox. 

He kept his eyes fixated solely on Callie as he delved further into the bar, passing a few patrons on their way to the door and watching as she wiped down a small portion of the mahogany bar top with the old rag she always had thrown over her shoulder. She was smiling, as usual. He couldn’t think of a time he’d ever seen her without it, and when she glanced over at him. When her eyes lit up as she saw him slowly approaching her to take up residence on his usual stool, that smile only deepened and Mike’s stomach all but flipped inside him. 

God, she was beautiful. Breathtaking, really, as he’d never seen a woman quite as radiant as she was in all his life. She’d caught his eye, and his ears, the very first day he found himself inside Salem’s. She had been singing, her band sometimes played an hour or two every so often and when he heard her voice? When that angelic — no, when that siren-esque tone of hers soared so intoxicatingly through the air and tempted him towards throwing himself overboard… he knew, in that moment, that he was done for. 

At this point, he was down so bad for her that he could practically feel the flames of Hell beneath his toes, all but laughing at him. Taunting and teasing him relentlessly for not being able to pull himself up by his bootstraps and do something about the feelings that swarmed inside of him. 

In the past, Mike had never had any trouble finding the courage to ask a pretty woman out. He’d actually been rather bold at times and could often have the recipient of his affections hanging both figuratively, and literally, off his arm, but when it came to Callie… When it came to seeing her charcoal eyes twinkling like stars in the dim light of the bar, sitting perfectly above that picture worthy smile he’d captured mentally only about a thousand times, there didn’t appear to be any questioning words rattling around inside Mike’s mind, that seemed to want to cross past his lips.   

“Hey,” Callie greeted, that heartwarming smile of hers still present on her pretty face as Mike perched himself onto his regular stool, his own lips twitching up at the very sight of her appearance before him. “I wasn’t sure if we’d see you tonight.”  

“Yeah, me neither,” Mike replied, trying his hardest to keep his cool as he slipped his arms out of his coat. Also, was it just him or did it sound like had she been waiting for him? “But you know how it is… Long day at the office.” 

“That’s unfortunate. You missed quite the show earlier.” Callie said, resting her arms lengthways atop the bar and leaning forward as Mike narrowed his eyes in question, prompting her to elaborate, “My drummer came down with the flu so instead of us performing our greatest hits… Big Al gave us all a rendition of his.” 

“Big Al?” Mike repeated, shocked to say the least as Al was well into his 60’s and spent the majority of the night passed out on his stool. “The guy who says dogs can’t look up…”

“They can’t,” Al mumbled gruffly from his spot about three stools down, his elbow then slipping from the bar top and sending his beer sloshing all over the place. 

Callie sighed exhaustively. Great, now she was going to have to go and clean that up before it seeped into the wood. 

“You’re telling me that he put on a show?” Mike asked doubtfully, pointing briefly at Al who was trying to scoop his beer off the bar top and back into his glass. He heard Callie hum quietly in agreement and he chuckled, shaking his head and focusing his attention back onto her. He paused for a moment, taking a second to simply drink in the glowing sight of her in front of him before his brow dipped curiously, and he just had to ask, “How was it?” 

“Surprisingly brilliant,” Callie replied, hearing a humourous, surprise-filled huff leave Mike’s nose as she pushed herself off the bar. “You want your usual?” 

“Please,” Mike replied, a soft smile rising on his lips as Callie nodded her head. He brought his hands up to rest on the bar top and laced his fingers together, his eyes remaining fixed on her as she ducked down, her dark hair falling briefly over her face as she grabbed an empty glass from beneath the bar and set it in front of him.  

Then, sliding, quite literally, across the smooth floor towards the liquor cabinet, Callie’s gaze quickly scanned the shelf for the bottle of goodscotch — as the bags beneath Mike’s eyes and the tension in his shoulders told her he needed it more than the cheap stuff that she was often inclined to use. She soon spotted the bottle, hiding behind the pink vodka with gold flakes that only one person ever seemed to order, and she grabbed it, hearing the gentle clink of its glass against the surrounding bottles. 

With the liquor in hand, Callie returned to Mike and poured him a rather generous helping, “This one’s on the house.” 

“You don’t have to do that,” Mike protested, yet his heart still flipped in his chest like it did each and every time she tried to offer him a free drink. 

She did it often. Very often, actually, and it was always with the good stuff. However, due to his inability to see through her facade, Mike never could tell whether she was simply being friendly… Trying to keep business by buttering up her regulars… Or if there was perhaps some other, possibly similar to that of his own reasoning for being here, meaning behind her blatant favouritism towards him. 

“I know I don’t have to,” Callie said casually, lowering the bottle to her side and leaning forward a touch, her elbow resting atop the bar. “But I want to. And if I find money for it under your glass when you leave, I’m barring you.” 

As the tips of his ears turned red Mike rolled his lips and nodded, offering Callie enough assurance that he wouldn’t, that she smiled in satisfaction before retreating back to the liquor cabinet to deposit the bottle. He let out a breath as she did, his shoulders loosening and his fingers curling tightly around the glass as he raised it, taking that first sip of alcohol to help try and steady his nerves.

The first subtle burn of the liquid as it ran down his throat did absolutely nothing for him. He still felt like he was sinking and it didn’t help that Callie had brought up the little detail of him secretly trying to pay her for the drinks. He hadn’t been expecting it, honestly, not in the slightest. Sure, he’d always leave her a little extra tip under his glass on days when she’d offer him a drink on the house, but he didn’t think she would have picked up on the true reasoning behind it. 

And it wasn’t because he was head over heels for her, although that contributed a little. No, it was more so because of the fact that the particular brand of scotch that she always supplied him with wasn’t exactly cheap. In fact, it could go for up to three hundred dollars a bottle and he never felt great about himself when she gave it to him for free, especially when he gave her nothing in return but a nervous smile and a mumbled thanks. He really wished he could muster up the courage to ask her to dinner. Or at least, find it in him to ask her to join him for a drink so that they could spend an hour, maybe even two, getting to know each other a little better. 

All they really knew about one another was their names, and in all honesty… it was getting to be rather exhausting for the both of them. 

“No, Al, you can’t…” As Callie sighed exasperatedly from the end of the bar, Mike shifted his attention towards her, just in time to see her trying to fend off a rather drunken Al. “Stop trying to suck the beer from the rag. I’ll get you a new one.” 

Al stopped immediately, his bushy eyebrow raising, “A free one?” 

“Yes,” Callie breathed out, pinching the bridge of her nose momentarily as why, oh why, did she willingly choose to surround herself with drunks? “I’ll give you a free one, but please try not to spill it.” 

“Maybe we should start putting it in a sippy cup,” Abby, the other bartender, suggested playfully as she made her way over with a crate of bottled beer. 

“Oh, if only,” Callie mumbled, hearing a quiet chuckle from Abby as she arched her back to allow her to pass. She then reached for Al’s glass, smacking his hand away as he tried to climb over the bar to grab it in order to drink the last few drops that he’d wringed out from a napkin. “Sit down or I’m cutting you off.”

Like a child, Al sat down instantly — innocently — and allowed Callie to start refilling his glass. 

It was safe to say that there was never a dull moment in Salem’s, and despite his inability to make it all the better for both himself and Callie, Mike was rather glad he’d opted to spend his night here rather than doing paperwork at the precinct. 

And sure, things could get crazy sometimes and he’d often have to put Al in a cab at the end of the night, but he loved it here. Even though the energy around him may have spooked him from time to time, what with the menacing red-eyed gargoyles mounted on the wall at either end of the bar, and the strangely lifelike model of Dracula that was suspended from the ceiling in the corner, he literally couldn’t think of a better place he wanted to be right now.

Or ever really, as any opportunity, no matter how short and sweet, that he got to spend with Callie, was far better than anything else he could possibly imagine himself doing. 

“Hell yeah, free beer!” 

Shaking his head at Al’s drunken cheer as he all but downed his free drink, Mike chuckled quietly into his own and returned his attention towards his reflection that resided in the extravagant, and rather impressive, ornate mirror that sat front and centre behind the bar. He’d never seen an object quite as magnificent as that in all his life, with the intricately carved detail to the brass border that was lit up by bright red LED lights, and the mere size of the mirror itself, he wouldn’t have put it past her if Callie had paid an absolute fortune simply to have it hang behind her. 

In fact, the entire bar was more than he ever could have expected and he wouldn’t have been surprised if half of the objects that resided within the stone walls each cost more than his yearly salary. That first day he stumbled his way inside to seek shelter from the rain, he’d had to do a double take as for a moment he thought he’d travelled, not only back through time, but halfway across the world too as it was almost like stepping inside an old, European tavern. 

Only this tavern would clearly have been run by Dracula, or at least a Dracula wannabe, as you would have to be blind, or have lived under a rock your whole life, to miss the not-so-subtle hints that revolved around those fanged mythical beings. 

For starters, the very liquor cabinet that Callie had just plucked his scotch from was coffin shaped. Not to mention the many blood themed drinks on the cocktail menu, which Mike wouldn’t lie about and say he hadn’t tried a few of… As he had. And they were amazing. Some of them even came served in blood bags or syringes for that extra added detail, and he had to say…he thoroughly enjoyed the experience. 

Callie had clearly put a lot of time, effort and money into opening this place and he commended her for it. The subtle nods towards all things legend of the vampire were truly exceptional, and even he himself had picked up on a few of them. 

For example, mounted behind the bar like a gun, or a fish, was an exact replica of the wooden stakes used in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Mike only knew that from the time he dated a girl obsessed with the show, but even if he hadn’t, it wouldn’t have been hard to guess which franchise the stake had been pulled from. 

Behind him, just above a cosy booth, was an oil painting of Nosferatu, which honestly kind of creeped him out a little and the first time he saw it in the reflection behind him he almost fell off his stool. Thankfully, Callie hadn’t seen that as she’d been up on stage, but it was safe to say that he was rather glad it was just a painting and not a life-sized replica placed eerily behind the door otherwise he might never have been able to return. 

That was about all the knowledge of vampirism Mike had when it came to Salem’s Bar. He knew the name, of course, he’d read Salem’s Lot in high school and remembered it well, but other than that…his mind drew blank at everything else. 

He didn’t know what the illuminated red sign that read Nadja’s was from, or who the little black haired porcelain doll was that sat beneath it. He had no clue why there was, what he hoped was a fake, machete mounted on the wall next to a decapitated head, or why it said ‘ eat it Twilight’ next to it, as he was fairly certain that head didn’t belong to anyone from those movies…and no he wouldn’t be explaining how he knew that. 

Anyway, moving swiftly on, there was a lot Mike didn’t understand about Salem’s. Like why, for thirty days each winter, there would be fake snow dusting the floor and fake blood splattered over the walls and windows. Or why there was a gun that looked like a penis mounted on the men’s bathroom door, but aside from all that, the place had quickly become a comfort to him. 

A home away from home, he should say, as he often found himself wishing he could stay here forever and I’ll let you in on a little secret… It wasn’t because of the tastefully themed decor. 

“You look like you could use another.” 

Mike was easily ripped from his puzzling thoughts — about the penis gun — when Callie’s addicting voice drifted towards him. He drew his gaze up to her almost immediately, feeling the intense flutter that always swarmed inside his chest when her lips curled upwards and she leaned contentedly against the bar. 

“You want the same?” Callie asked, her eyebrow arching as her tone bordered on flirtatious. “Or… do you want to try the next cocktail on the list?”  

“That depends…” Mike said playfully, eyeing her carefully, “Does it come in a glass or in a blood bag?” 

“A glass,” Callie replied, a soft, humorous breath leaving her parted lips as she flashed back to Mike’s reaction when she first served him that drink. 

Poor guy, he got so flustered and cute over not knowing what to do that she ended up having to pour it into a glass for him before he ended up leaving from shame. 

“In that case, I will happily give it a go,” Mike said, watching as Callie tapped her knuckles against the bar in acknowledgment before she headed off to make him his drink. 

At the same time the door opened, a chilly breeze and the faint sound of the rain sweeping through the air around him. Mike glanced to his side just as it closed, his eyes squinting suspiciously at the sight of the two boys who had stepped in through it. They didn’t look like they’d been twenty-one for longer than a few days, if the fraternity themed shirts they both sported were any indication, but so long as they behaved… Mike wouldn’t have any need to remove them. 

But as the saying goes, boys will be boys and the split second they landed properly inside, they opened their big mouths and made Mike easily reconsider his previous thoughts about behaviour. 

“Dude,” The smaller of the two breathed out, patting his friend on the chest with the back of his hand as he cocked his head in Callie’s direction, his eyes all but bulging out of his skull. “Check out the bartender.” 

Curious, the taller of the two boys glanced eagerly over at Callie, a low, impressed whistle leaving his lips, “Damn, I’m getting a hard-on just looking at her.” 

Charming.

With his jaw now clenching, Mike sat up straighter in his stool as his hardened eyes followed the boys in the mirror as they delved further into the bar. They headed for a booth, every crude comment they made about Callie’s chest and ass, or ogling, drooling look they fired her way caused Mike’s grip to tighten around his empty glass, the sudden urge to flash his badge and kick them from the bar without reason easily brewing and bubbling away inside him. 

“Okay, so this one’s a little basic,” Callie said as she appeared in front of him again, softening his features immediately as he dropped his gaze towards her and forgot all about the creeps behind him. “It’s called the Vampire Bite. It’s got black cherry liqueur, a splash of chile liqueur, pomegranate juice, tequila, a salted rim and…” Revealing a pair of plastic fangs from beneath the bar, Callie draped them carefully over the edge of the glass, “Your very own pair of vampire teeth, which you get to keep.” 

“I get to keep them?” Mike questioned, mimicking her comical tone as he allowed his hand to loosen from around his glass. “I don’t know… I think that might be too much responsibility for me.” 

“Oh, shut up,” Callie chuckled, warming Mike’s heart as she did. She slid the drink closer to him, the plastic teeth knocking quietly against the edge. “Just try it.” 

“Alright,” Mike exhaled, lifting the teeth, which now had red stained fangs which he thought was a nice touch, from the edge and setting them on his napkin. He picked up the martini glass, swirling it gently as he brought it to his lips, pausing momentarily as he savoured the heartwarming sight of Callie gazing hopefully up at him, as though praying he’d like it. “But if I turn into a vampire, I’m holding you responsible.” 

Callie pretended to think for a moment, before replying, “Okay, fair. Now drink.” 

With a forced, but obviously sarcastic sigh, Mike rolled his eyes playfully and took a sip, feeling the sharp tingle of the chile liqueur ripple across his tongue and hit the back of his throat as he swallowed. He coughed lightly, clearing his throat and shaking his head a little as wow… That was strong. 

“Too much?” Callie asked, chewing anxiously at her lips over his reaction. 

“Maybe a little,” Mike confessed, setting the glass back down atop the napkin as Callie nodded reluctantly in agreement. 

She had thought she may have added a little too much chile liqueur when she was making it. However, she didn’t get a chance to tell Mike that verbally, or add more pomegranate juice to the drink before she was being hounded at… by the very same boys Mike already had issues with. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” The taller of the two called towards her, clicking his fingers to get her attention. “You mind bringing us a couple beers?” 

“Sure thing,” Callie replied, forcing a smile to rise to her face as the boy winked at her in thanks. The second he turned away, her face fell and she rolled her eyes, muttering in disgust, “God, I hate college frat boys.” 

“Say the word and I’ll throw them out,” Mike joked… outwardly anyway, as on the inside he was deadly serious and he was already planning on which one he should toss out first.  

“I might take you up on that,” Callie exhaled, grabbing two beers from the crate Abby had set on the shelf a few minutes ago and twisting off the lid with a quiet hiss. “But who knows, perhaps they’ll behave.” 

As a doubtful hum left the back of his throat, Mike kept his gaze firmly fixated on Callie as she lifted the beers from the counter and made her way out from behind the bar. He couldn’t help but allow his eyes to drop, trailing them down the entire length of her form and drinking in the shy sliver of her pale skin he could see poking out around her waist. Not to mention the sinuous shape of her hips as she walked, that was a sight that could have made him swoon in an instant had something else not caught the entirety of his attention instead. 

The frat boy. Or more specifically, the frat boy’s hand as he brazenly grazed it up the length of Callie’s thigh and round to her ass, smacking it such a way that it had her lurch back and shoved his hand furiously away from her. 

“Okay, you two can leave. Now,” Callie breathed out as authoritatively as she could, her heart hammering a little harder in her chest as Mike appeared beside her, having launched himself off his stool the instant the guy's hand first touched her. “I’m serious. Get out.”

“Lighten up, sweetheart,” The guy scoffed, only adding fuel to the fire burning inside Mike’s chest. “With an ass like that, you were begging for a slap.” 

“Alright, listen here, pal ,” Mike gritted, slamming his palms on the table so hard it shook the bottles atop it and made both boys, and Callie, jump a little. “You touch her like that again and I won’t hesitate to knock your teeth down your throat.” 

“Mike, ease up a little,” Callie said softly, taking a gentle hold of Mike’s arm and giving him a small tug towards her. “They’re just kids.” 

Mike couldn’t help but scoff at her words, as he knew better. Boy did he ever know better than to trust a frat boy. They were the absolute worst for sexual assault given that half of them thought they were untouchable, yet he still allowed Callie to usher him back away from them. She was right, technically, as they were just kids but still he kept his sharp eyes fixated on the guy, cutting holes into his face as he did nothing but swallow thickly now that all traces of his bold attitude were gone from his being. 

Guess he wasn’t used to being put in his place, Mike thought to himself. And thank God he’d decided to come here tonight as he didn’t even want to imagine what might have happened had he not. 

“Get out,” Mike said firmly, placing his hands on his hips and opening his jacket a touch to reveal the golden sergeants badge hidden by his hip. “Now.”  

At the sight of the badge — and gun — mixed with Mike’s harsh tone and stone-turning eyes, both boys scrambled frantically out of the booth and left the bar quicker than either of them had probably ever moved before. The same chill swept through the air as they did, only rather than cause those inside to tense up and shiver, it allowed them to relax a little, their shoulders sinking as the atmosphere slowly returned to normal. 

“Are you alright?” Mike asked, a little worried as he turned back towards Callie. He knew he’d come off a little strong there, given his job, so he could only hope he hadn’t scared her off. 

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Callie replied, flashing him a proper, reassuring smile that allowed the knot in his stomach to unravel. “It’s not the first time some creep has grabbed my ass, but it is the first time I’ve had a cop here to rescue me.” 

“I would find a little triumph in that had you not told me the first part.” 

“Stuff like this comes with the job, Mike,” Callie said softly, reaching out to pat his arm comfortably and feeling her chest tingle when she did. “But it’s nothing I can't handle.” 

“For now,” Mike said bluntly, unable to stop himself as he’d seen firsthand what this kind of behaviour could lead to. He sighed, running his hand over his chin. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spoil the mood.” 

“Please,” Callie scoffed humorously, causing Mike’s brow to furrow. “It’ll take a lot more than some handsy frat boy to ruin the mood in here. Now come on, you’re drinking free for the rest of the night so you better make the most of it… Sergeant .” 

At the sultry way in which his title rolled across her tongue, Mike’s stomach dipped inside of him as he happily allowed her to drag him across the bar. He slid back onto his stool the second they reached it and watched as Callie then shuffled towards the door, locking it and flicking off the neon sign on the window before she hopped over the bar. And he meant it literally too as she jumped up onto it, spun around and landed softly on the other side. 

From there, Callie grabbed two shot glasses from behind her and set them in front of Mike, who didn’t get a chance to do anything but open his mouth before she was gone again, returning almost instantly with a bottle of tequila in her hand. She filled the two glasses to the brim then lifted one, holding it towards Mike and urging him with her eyes to take it. 

“Don’t make me drink alone,” Callie pouted, moving the shot closer to him and turning her playful frown upside down when he reached up to take it from her, the light brush of his fingers over hers sending an immense chill down her spine. “There’s my hero.” 

The words may have been so quiet that Callie herself could barely hear them but Mike did. He heard them loud and clear, and his heart skipped a beat the second he did. Hero. He liked the sound of that and who knows…perhaps after tonight he wouldn’t find himself as nervous to finally ask her out on a proper date.

Obviously, he could have done it now while the adrenaline was still pumping through his veins but he didn’t think that would be appropriate. She’d literally just been groped by some perv and the last thing he wanted, should God forbid her flirtatious nature be nothing more than a facade, was to come off just as creepily strong as that guy did. 

No, he asked her another night. That would be the safest option as not only would the atmosphere be cleaner, but Callie herself would be sober as the way she was downing those tequila shots… Well, let’s just say it made even his eyes widen and he’d once drank scotch with Rafael Barba. 

However, after another three shots each and a ‘Now I’m A Wizard’ cocktail, Callie eased up on feeding them both alcohol and eventually rang the bell for last call. There weren’t many people left in the bar by that point, just herself, Mike, Al, Abby, and a few other regulars scattered around the place, but it was custom for her to end the night with a ding, and when he heard it, Mike couldn’t help but feel a wave of disappointment wash over him. 

“Callie, I don’t know what was in those drinks but even my head is swimming,” Mike said, a strenuous groan leaving his lips as he all but lifted Al into a cab, as he’d grown accustomed to over the weeks he’d been a patron. He gave the driver the address, shutting the door and tapping the roof briefly before it zoomed off, allowing him to turn back towards the woman in question. “What about you? Are you good?” 

“I’m good,” Callie couldn’t help but chuckle, as she seemed to hold her liquor better than most of the guys inside. An icy breeze then swept over her entirely, causing a fierce shiver to ripple up her spine. “Well, once I get home and get into the warmth of my bed, I will be.” 

“Yeah, you and me both,” Mike replied, bringing his hands to his mouth and blowing a little heat into them. It really was cold tonight, and that breeze didn't help. But hey, at least the rain had stopped and that meant he could save a little money on a cab. “Well, I should probably get going. Let you get closed up.” 

Disappointed, yet not surprised as Mike had been oblivious to her blatant attempts of flirting with him, and or, trying to get him home with her since he first started coming here, Callie offered him a sweet smile before she bid him a final goodnight — as they’d been saying it for the past hour as Mike kept saying he needed to go yet never did. She retreated a few steps back into the warmth of the bar, catching sight of him lingering outside until she’d securely locked the door and told him she was safe behind it. 

It was only then did he make his move to finally leave.

“Mike’s cute,” Came the sudden voice of her bartender, Abby, which made Callie jump terribly beneath her skin as she’d forgotten she was still inside. “He ask you out?” 

“No,” Callie exhaled, running her hand over her chest to help try and calm her heart down as she spun around to face the bar. It worked a little. She was still a little spooked as Abby often did just appear behind her without her realising, but she no longer felt like it was going to come bursting out of her chest and dance its way across the floor. “Not yet, anyway.”

Callie only added that part for herself, as she had to keep the faith that Mike would eventually put on his big boy pants and ask her out…before he ended up making her be the one to ask him. 

“That’s a shame,” Abby said, yet she didn’t seem too sympathetic for her friend as she wiped down the bar with a clean rag and hummed quietly to herself.

“Yeah,” Callie drew out, running her tongue over her teeth as she began to cross the bar. “You know Abby, you can just leave that. I’m too tired to tidy up tonight, so I’ll just do it myself tomorrow.” 

“You sure? Cause I don’t mind staying.” 

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Callie nodded, a brief smile rising on her face as she leaned against the stool once occupied by Mike. “Go on home… I’m sure that boyfriend of yours won’t take too kindly to me keeping you any later.” 

“Right… Yeah, okay,” Abby said, with a touch of hesitancy as she set the rag down and wiped her hands on her apron. She untied it from around her waist, setting it under the bar before grabbing her purse and coat from beside it. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” 

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” Callie replied, following Abby with her eyes as she ventured into the back and left via the employee exit. 

As soon the sound of the door clicking shut met her ears, Callie let out a deep, relieved sigh at finally being alone after a day surrounded by drunks and Twilight fans. She didn’t even have anything Twilight related in the bar, aside from a glittery cocktail called ‘The Skin of a Killer’, that she rarely ever advertised and only added it because Abby was a fan, so she wasn’t even sure why they kept showing up and pretending as though this entire place was run by the Cullens. 

Nevertheless, she still pushed herself off the stool and began to tidy up at least a little bit, so that she wouldn’t be left too angry with herself in the morning. If there was one thing she hated even more than Twilight, it was having to open in the morning to the mess from the night before and so, after grabbing a mop and switching the jukebox to something a little calmer, Callie began to make a rough start on trying to keep the smell of beer out from within the slats of the wooden floor. 

It wasn’t too boring. She actually found cleaning to be rather therapeutic when there wasn’t anyone nagging in her ear telling her to do it. She always hated that. It made her no longer want to do the chore, but so long as no one was around to bug her, she didn’t overly mind tidying up. She carried on across the length of the bar, doing a little twirl with the mop handle at a rather upbeat part of the song before something caught her eye. Whatever it was, it was thin, black and it lay directly beneath the stool she had declared as Mike’s — as he always sat on the same one and she was honestly thinking about getting him a little plaque with his name on it. 

Anyway, she set the mop aside and crouched down, ignoring the pop of her knees as she picked up what she quickly came to recognise as a small leather ID wallet. Her brow furrowed a little, her finger sliding between the fold and when she flipped it open her eyes fully widened when she came to realise… it was Mike’s ID. 

Mike had dropped his very important, and extremely official looking, NYPD sergeant's identification on the floor. No doubt he needed that. No doubt he’d be frantically looking for it in the morning as he got ready for his shift, and given the fact that Callie didn’t have his phone number to call him and tell him where to pick it up from, as he’d yet to leave her it on the napkins she kept sliding at him, it left her with simply no other choice…

She’d have to bring it to him. She’d have to be the good samaritan she always prided herself on being and call into the precinct in the morning to hand the ID directly to Mike herself. 

Chapter 2 (coming soon) ->

[dynowrites]

Odd question but what type of grandfather would William Dodds be like? Like would he have high standards for his grandchildren like with Mike? Also what type of parenting style would Mike have? Is it like his father’s or something totally different?

This isn’t an odd question at all my friend!

William of course had high standards for his grand babies but when Mike told his father he was having a child (before he knew he was having twins), he told William that if he wanted to be in the baby’s life, he needed to let Mike raise his kids. Honestly, William is a chill grandfather, the kids calling him “pappy”. He loves watching the munchkins when Mike is out of town or when he’s sick.

Mike as a parents is pretty different than his father. Of course he wants what’s best for kids three children but he isn’t going to push him child into something they don’t want to do. He’s pretty chill and laid back but he will enforce the rules of the house if needed. He’s not afraid to ground his kids but is extremely hesitant to spank his child if they’re misbehaving.

[vintagemichelle91]

A Hard Lesson in Discord: Chapter 6

Authors’ Note: There seems to be a question of what the judge will decide when it comes to Ashtonja...read on to see what happens in court! Thank you for the likes, reblogs, and comments! @rauliskafan and I hope you enjoy this chapter!! 

         “Barba! Natalia! Over here.”

           Hand-in-hand, they walked a few feet to where Trevor Langan stood.

           “Are we late?” Natalia asked.

           “Not at all,” Langan assured them. “Everything alright on the home front?”

           “We wanted to keep Ashtonja home,” Rafael said.

           “But Violetta thought that school might help her take her mind off things,” Natalia interjected.

           “Smart girl,” Langan said. “Besides, you want to keep up the appearance of normality throughout the proceedings.”

           “It’s more than window dressing, Langan,” Rafael hissed. “We have a happy home. All of our girls are---”

           “Atticus,” Natalia tenderly soothed, rubbing his back. “You know what he means.”

           “Exactly,” Langan agreed. “Let’s stay on the same page. And we’re going to play nice”

           “As long as nothing else catches you by surprise,” Rafael said. Right on cue, Ines Abreu appeared, flanked by the smirking Lionel Granger.

           “Trevor,” Granger began, extending his palm.

           “Sorry,” Langan said. “I just washed my hands.”

           With a wicked laugh, Granger started into the courtroom, and Rafael grabbed Langan by the arm.

           “That’s playing nice?” he demanded.

           “I said you have to play nice,” Langan reminded him. “Do I really have to tell you that it’s different for lawyers?”

           Langan seemingly had him there, and Natalia began to ease him back when Ines paused and turned on her heel to face them.

           “This could get ugly,” she said.

           “Get?” Rafael echoed.

“But you left me no choice,” Ines continued. “You know, it’s not too late.”

           “No, it’s not,” he said. “You could walk out right now. Since that’s your style.”

           “Now listen to me you---!”

           “Save it for the courtroom, Ines,” Granger cautioned, guiding her inside and looking back to Langan one last time. “And watch yourself, Trevor. Or don’t. Wouldn’t mind an easy day’s pay for a change.”

           His chuckle caused Natalia to cringe, but she sucked in a deep breath and started to reach for Rafael’s shoulders.

           “Are you even listening to me?” Langan demanded. “You’re not trying this case, and you’re not helping.”

           “I’m just supposed to stand by and let her---”

           “Yes, you are,” Langan warned. “Unless you want this whole thing to blow up in our faces.”

           “That’s rich coming from you,” Rafael started, looking like he wanted to say so much more when Natalia forced him to face her and narrowed her eyes.

           “Atticus, calm down,” she said.

           “How can I when---?”

           “When you think of Ashtonja and the fact that we’re doing this for her.”

           Something in those words seemed to reach Rafael, and he hung his head, pressing his brow to hers.

           “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.”

           “I didn’t say that,” Natalia said. “But let’s leave this to the lawyers.”

           “And what am I?” he challenged.

           “Today, you’re a father.”

           He smiled softly, and they locked hands. Entering the courtroom, Natalia kept Rafael close as they sat near Langan, and she alternated between wanting the hearing to get underway…

           ...and already be over.

           At last the judge entered and signaled for their lawyer to start. With a confident smile, Langan rose and buttoned his blazer.

           “Good morning,” he began. “Your honor, the facts of this case are really quite simple. The minor in question, Ashtonja Abreu, was living with her supposed primary caretaker.” Langan made a point to glance at Ines, his face a mixture of contempt and amusement. Would that his confidence could prove contagious? But Natalia still felt nervous, her legs just trembling under the table…

           ...and Rafael was faring no better, his palm shivering in hers.

           “But Ines Abreu had better things to do with her time,” Langan continued, slowly shifting his attention back to the bench. “This so-called loving grandmother abandoned Ashtonja. And it wasn’t the first time. Hardly a surprise considering the fact that her modus operandi was to take the money that my client sent her way for the minor’s care. That became Ines’ personal piggy bank for God knows what. With God knows whom.”

           Out of the corner of her eye, Natalia saw Ines fidget in her seat as she rolled her eyes. Good. Let her look like the spoiled child that Ashtonja never was or could be. Let her look petulant because Trevor Langan was turning the tide away from what she wanted most. Let the judge take note.

           So she would never send Ashtonja back to such an unworthy woman.

           “Who knows what might have happened to Ashtonja had Mr. and Mrs. Barba not taken her into their home,” Langan went on. “I suppose any number of foster families could have done as fine a job when it came to the essentials, food and clothing and the like.”

           Rafael raised one eyebrow and tilted his head. Natalia saw into his mind, knowing that he was silently calling into question the implication that Ashtonja should fall into the hands of the state. Why even put that idea into the judge’s mind? Why---?

           “But no other family could have given Ashtonja the love, the sense of safety and security and the hope for the future that Rafael and Natalia have.”

Langan gave them a warm smile.

           “And now, all my clients want, if you’ll pardon the cliché, is to dot the I and cross the T. No piece of paper, no judgment from this or any court is required to make her a member of their family.”

           For a brief instant, the judge bristled.

           “All due respect, your honor.”

But just as quickly, Langan brought her back around.

“Still, in the interest of fair play, we ask this court to recognize the rights that the Barbas have already earned. For them. For their other daughters who already adore Ashtonja as their sister. And, most importantly, for Miss Abreu herself. Thank you.”

Smiling as he sat, Langan looked to Rafael who nodded his approval. How Natalia wished that Langan’s opening was enough. That the judge would simply throw up her hands and decide the matter in their favor so they could head home and share the good news with Ashtonja once school was out.

But if fair play was the name of the game, Ines Abreu at least had the right to plead her side of the story.

Or rather her oily lawyer did. Natalia nearly choked on his cologne as he stood proudly and thanked the judge for taking the time to hear him, to hear his client out.

“Judge,” he started. “There is some truth to opposing counsel’s version of events. My client was not a perfect guardian when it came to her granddaughter. Her blood relation.”

           The way he punctuated the last two words made Natalia want to leap from her chair over the table and smack him soundly across his smug face. Naturally, that would do nothing to aid their cause, and she settled for just digging her nails into her lavender pencil skirt.

           “Now did Ms. Abreu make some mistakes?” Granger continued. “Absolutely. Was she reckless? Also a fair characterization.”

           From the place at her table, Ines clasped her hands so tightly that Natalia saw the bones threatening to poke through the flesh of her knuckles. Granger was hardly painting the most flattering of portraits.

           “But let’s not accuse her so rashly without looking to the man who took Ashtonja in.”

           Or was he? Running his hands over his red tie, Granger looked back to the place where they sat, and Natalia clutched her husband’s hand even tighter.

           “Before we sanctify one side and vilify the other, let it be duly noted that Rafael Barba’s actions led to the death of Ms. Abreu’s daughter, Marianna.”

           “I object to that,” Langan chimed in.

           “It’s an opening argument,” Granger stressed. “Try to prove me wrong. Try to tell her honor here that Ashtonja is better off with a couple who lead one David Willard right to the girl’s door. And once they got out of that jam, Rafael Barba was arrested for the murder of his mistress!”

           “That’s not what happened!”

           “Don’t!”

           Langan raised one hand but---

           “Hasn’t my husband been through enough without these vile---?”

           Stopping herself short, Natalia sank back to her chair, hanging her head when she felt Rafael’s arm around her shoulders.

           “You said to keep calm,” Rafael reminded her.

           “I know. I’m sorry.”

           He kissed the top of her head, and Natalia forced herself to listen as Granger described Rafael as the villain in the darkest narrative.

           “But Mr. Granger,” the judge began. “I have it on good authority that Mr. Barba was set up for the crime in question. Michael Cutter is presently serving time for the murder of Eve Selby.”

           “I… well yes, Judge. But that doesn’t mean---”

           “What it means is that you are wasting time trying to inflame the situation. So, let’s say we take a short break so Mrs. Barba can get a drink of water, and then we’ll come back and stick to the facts of young Ashtonja.”

           Even as the judge rose with a huff, Natalia still felt a sense of victory, and she stayed close to Rafael, tuning out the sound of Granger conferring with a fuming Ines.

           “The judge is with us,” Rafael whispered into her ear, his lips quickly moving to her cheek.

           “After that stunt I pulled?”

           “Wasn’t exactly wise, Natalia,” Langan said.

           “No one gets to throw what happened in Rafael’s face like that.” She felt her husband’s hand on her shoulder and started to sink into his touch when two voices coming from around the corner added to the army that only seemed real in the space of her mind.

           “Problem, Langan?”

           “Why does my sister-in-law look upset?”

           Standing side by side, Fin and Dodds folded their arms across their chests. Langan’s swagger melted ever so slightly, but just as swiftly he cleared his throat and lengthened up the back of his neck.

           “I’ll let her fill you in,” Langan said. “We’re still in the black. But maybe Mrs. Barba should watch her step.”

           He tried to leave, but Fin grasped his arm.

           “You still have this in the win column?”

           Swallowing hard, Langan nodded his head. Only then did Fin release him from his hold.

           “Let’s keep things moving in that direction.”

           Once Langan was gone, Natalia caught her breath.

           “Liv says he knows what he’s doing,” she said. “She has Noah…”

           “And you’ll have Ashtonja,” Dodds promised, patting her arm as Rafael kissed her other hand.

           “Are you alright?” he asked.

           Shaking her head, letting her lips meet her husband’s, Natalia smoothed her hands down her skirt and looked at Dodds.

           “You’re here… with Fin?”

           “OCCB is on the light side these days,” he said with a shrug. “Maybe we should stick around…”

           “Yes,” Rafael agreed. “Hermosa?”

           Just nodding her head, Natalia patted his cheek with a smile and tasted the tears on her tongue.

           “It can’t hurt,” she said. “If Granger has something else in store.”

           “Man’s scum,” Fin said, and Natalia gave him a quick hug.

           “That’s why I love you,” she said. “Always telling it like it is.”

           Feeling better, she turned to Rafael.

           “I’m fine,” she said. “Just let me get cleaned up.”

           “Don’t be too long.”

           Natalia took a few steps in the direction of the ladies’ room. Standing before the porcelain, she twisted the faucet and felt the cool stream pour between her fingers. She splashed her face once, twice, a third time, and paused with her palms over her eyes.

           Relax. Don’t play into Granger’s hand… into Ines’. Langan will make this work. And Atticus…

           Lowering her hands, Natalia felt a small smile spread across her lips. Rafael was there, having come after her. She kept eye contact in the space of the mirror, finding a towel to dry her hands when…

           “Hola, mi mariposa.”

           Her eyes were dry. Her vision clear. And when she whipped her head around, when she peered into that pair of green eyes, she knew…

           “Nevada…? No!”

Tagging: @dreila03 @minidodds @letty-o @lyssa1385 @skittle479 @rafi-esparza @fortheloveofallthingsraul @yourtropegirl

[inflagranteinnuendo]

psa

hello this is christine

so i’ve started a new blog  @mensreactusreus  for my fic-length shites!

pros: hun & i will be able to write and post hcs more often here!!! and answer asks!!! because i won’t be constantly sliding down the slippery slope of endless words and hating myself!!!

cons: ???

aight i’m out. i have to write more things about things. stay tuned

p.-s. at 3:20pm EST today, my first post on @mensreactusreus will be chapter one of a barba fic. is that surprising? 

[gi-maeve-rose]

Marked

Masterlist

Valeria Castillo comes back to SVU after ten years. Only this time, she’s not a victim. Instead, she’s now a detective, on a mission to help other victims obtain the justice they deserve. But what happens when her own abuser is set loose with a blood lust? It’s open season, and Valeria is marked.

Content Rating/Warnings: Mature Audiences (MA) - Adult content, violence, sexual themes, strong foul language, alcohol/drug use, mentions of addiction, mentions of rape

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Valeria Castillo (OC)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

To be continued…

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A/N: So, I’ve kinda gone down a SVU rabbit hole lol I started the series about a month and a half ago, and now I’m already halfway through season 18. It has been a RIDE. And in case it wasn’t evident by the amateur collage, I kinda got a thing for Rafael Barba. ^^’ But can you blame me? I mean, look at him. If you don’t agree, you’re wrong. /j ANYWAY lol There’s no particular time placement of this story. Things to keep in mind are: Detective Elliot Stabler, Captain Donald Cragen, and Sergeant John Munch have long since retired, Detective Nick Amaro has already left to California, Sergeant Mike Dodds has passed away, and Olivia Benson is Lieutenant, reason being that this is as far as I’ve gotten in the show itself. Now I can’t promise consistent updates, but I promise that whatever I do post, whenever I post it, it will be well worth the read (I hope!). Thank you for taking an interest in my story!

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