#sergeant calhoun x reader

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yall, should i make fics about sergeant calhoun & shank from wreck it ralph😓

I saw an edit with both of them in it and it brung my obsession back up

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Broken Glass (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x OC Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis Presley - Elvis (2022)

Read More Here - Broken Glass Masterlist! (Coming Soon)

Prompt: You are Dolores Cannava, a young Italian-American nurse desperate to make her own way in the world and break free of her dysfunctional mafia-connected family and traumatic past. Elvis Presley is just returning home from his two-year stint in the Army, looking more handsome than ever, but feeling the pressure to successfully find his way back to the stratospheric career he was forced to leave behind. In a twisted turn of fate, Elvis finds himself in the hospital where your paths cross. Forced to harbor his potentially career-ending secret and needing to escape a terrifying future in New York, you are pulled into his unusual world and must endure a begrudging fake relationship with Elvis in order to protect his reputation (and his life). 

TW: Hospitals, illness, allusions to abuse. Some historical inaccuracies.

Tags: Fake relationship. Slow burn. Angst. (Sort of) enemies to lovers.

Rating: PG (ish?) (but this story will eventually be Mature/NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)   ||     Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: It’s good to be back, my lil’ darlin’s! I’ve missed y’all! Broken Glass has a decidedly different feel than Pink Scarf, and I really hope that you enjoy it. This will be more of a slow burn and not quite as smut heavy as PS, but we’ll get there eventually! The original character of Dolores can also be read as Reader, but her back story needed to be pretty specific so I decided to go the OC route. I’m excited to dive into some of my favorite tropes with this one, and hopefully I can do them justice.

Delicious 1960 Post-Army E has me in almost as much of a chokehold as ’69 E, so it was only right that I give him the attention he deserves! 

As always, I love and live for your reactions, comments, asks, and reblogs, so thank you in advance for both reading and giving another one of my stories a chance! 

I imagined it with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat.

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch.

I’ve used the tag list from Pink Scarf, so please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

Story is cross-posted to my Wattpad and AO3, if you prefer those reading experiences! 

Bellevue Hospital

New York City, New York

March 1960

“Nurse Cannava!”

The shrill call of Charge Nurse Irma Hunt grates on your nerves like nails on a chalkboard, but you don’t dare show it on your face. Instead, you take a deep breath through your nose and hurry over to the severe woman.

“Yes, Nurse Hunt?” you say as evenly as possible. You’ve only been an official Registered Nurse for a few months and cannot afford to make a wrong step with this drill sergeant of a woman. You’d rather be extra deferential and placating than looking for a new job, no matter how much you want to run in the opposite direction any time she calls your name.

She looks at you critically, peering down over her glasses with her sharp stare. “Nurse Calhoun was pulled away to surgery before she was able to finish her other duties. I need you to change the sheets for our VIP patient while he’s upstairs for x-rays. I need you to be quick. In and out, no funny business, you understand me?”

“Of course, Nurse Hunt,” you nod frantically. It’s the middle of the night, so it is strange for the patient to be doing tests at this hour. Though if they are trying to keep his identity under wraps, it makes sense that they would choose an hour where less people were involved.

“And absolutely no telling anyone about our patient. We must uphold the strictest confidentiality, now more than ever,” she adds with a glare.

The threat is clear:

Don’t mess this up.

“I understand.” Curiosity of who it could be itches at the edge of your mind, wondering about this VIP that has the woman in more of a harsh mood than usual.

Maybe it’s Ricky Nelson or Mario Lanza or Marlon Brando, your mind titters, but it’s probably just some stuffy politician. You figure it’s better to have low expectations and be pleasantly surprised than to have high ones and be disappointed.

Ever the realist.

Regardless of who might be, you don’t have time for silly schoolgirl fantasies. There is a job to do, and you best be getting to it before getting into trouble.

You scurry away to gather fresh linens, then make your way back to one of the few private rooms on the floor. Most patients are relegated to the open wards here in Manhattan’s biggest hospital, but there are special cases, such as this, it seems, where a more private setting is needed.

There’s a large man at the door, keeping watch, and he looks you up and down with narrowed eyes longer than you’d like, sending a chill into your gut. But this is nothing new. You hold your ground, straightening your spine and lifting your chin.

“Nurse Hunt asked me to change the sheets,” you say, clipped. He smiles, as if in on a joke you’re not privy to, then opens the door.

At 20, you are the youngest nurse on the ward. People, especially men, tend to underestimate you, but you have something to prove and no time for nonsense. Graduating high school early, you were thrilled to be accepted to Bellevue School of Nursing, one of the best programs in the country. The four-year experience had been grueling, but since you had to live in the dormitory, it got you out of the house and away from your damned father and his cronies.

In the process, you discovered that helping people truly is your calling. So, while young, you are good at your job and take it seriously.

This is why you hurry in and start stripping the bed as quickly as possible. As curious as you are as to who this mysterious man might be, getting the job done is much more important than snooping around the room.

You tug and pull the sheets as taut as possible, perfect hospital corners making the bed crisp and neat. Your attention to detail and cleanliness are a sense of pride, so spending a little more time than necessary making sure the bed is perfect is worth it. The intention isn’t to linger, but if this VIP is as important as everyone is making him out to be, you want to make sure everything is done right.

Finally, after inspection, you gather up the dirty sheets and make your way around the bed, just as the door opens to the room.

Damn. You weren’t fast enough.

Your gaze cannot help but drop to the man in the wheelchair. A bandage is stuck at the edge of his thick chestnut locks. Although he is obviously ill, his sapphire eyes rimmed with dark circles and his pallor pale, there is absolutely no mistaking who the VIP is.

America’s biggest rebel-turned-G.I., the one and only Elvis Presley.

You are not a fan, but your heart unwillingly kerthunks against your ribcage anyway because he’s still one of the most famous men on the planet, and you are shocked at how pictures barely do the man justice.

Dear lord, even sick, he is wildly gorgeous in person, you catch yourself thinking. His essence seems to fill the room, pushing all the oxygen out, because suddenly you can’t catch your breath. Suddenly, you understand why millions of ladies fall faint at his feet.

Surprised to see someone in his room, his eyes rake up your body from your toes to your little white nurse’s cap. You hold back a shiver as those famous bedroom eyes finally land on yours.

“Well, hello there, little bird.”

Little bird? You know you shouldn’t let it bother you, but the pet name rankles you in its familiarity. You’ve been called all manner of things by all manner of men, both in and out of this hospital, but this is a new one, and though certainly not the worst, it bothers you all the same. Perhaps it’s because he acts as though he is owed this familiarity and expects you to be grateful for it.

His lilting Southern drawl is creaky and hoarse from illness, making him a little less mystical, which allows you to quickly recover your wits. Trying not to show annoyance on your face, you straighten your posture while moving aside to let the orderly push Elvis into the room and help him onto the bed.

“Goodnight, sir,” you say politely, as pissing off this VIP will do you no favors, but your eyes harden at the way his gaze openly lingers on you. You attempt to skirt around him as quickly as possible, but the room, though private, is not large, and the wheelchair and the two men take up much of the space.

“Hey, little bird, wait!” he calls out before you even reach the door.

Stopping in your tracks, your infernal heart continues to pound in your ears. All you want is to get out of this suffocating room, but you inhale and turn around instead. The orderly gives a wink before sliding out of the room behind you. You resist the urge to huff.

“It’s Nurse Cannava, sir,” you say firmly, trying to take the edge out of your voice, albeit unsuccessfully. “Is there something I can help you with?”

That sly, signature grin spreads almost bashfully across his face and if you weren’t so perturbed by the suggestiveness of it, you might keel over from its brilliance filling the small space.

“Call me Elvis, little birdy,” he drawls, blatantly ignoring using your given name, as requested. “Could ya be so kind as to get me some water? Please?” he asks kindly, which is far more than you expect.

“Yes, certainly, sir,” you reply, equally ignoring his request to call him Elvis. You turn on your heel and escape as quickly as possible before he can ask any more of you.

A breath shudders through you once you’re out in the hallway. You hadn’t realized you were holding it. You are as bothered by this reaction as by the fact that you must get this man water and go back in there without showing him that you are in any way affected by the fact that he’s Elvis Presley or that his behavior has you decidedly on edge.

He’s a patient, you remind myself silently, and this is part of my job. A job I desperately need to keep if I want to get out of that nightmare of a house...

This thought steadies you more than anything. You’ll do almost anything to be in a position to permanently leave home and to do so without having to marry that mook Gianni. And hell, you’ve dealt with much worse in terms of patient behavior. Getting Elvis water is objectively the easiest thing you’ve had to do all shift.

You can’t seem to help straightening your starched white apron before taking a deep breath and marching back into the room, pitcher of water and a glass in hand.

“Here you are, sir,” you say, trying not to sound terse, trying not to look directly at him. It’s almost like the feeling that you shouldn’t be looking at the sun, yet your eyes want to do it anyway. Even without looking at him, you can sense his heavy gaze lingering over you. You blush involuntarily, the blooming warmth a betrayal of your modesty. In response, you place the pitcher and water down on the table near him and turn to flee as quickly as possible without making it seem like that’s what you are doing.

“Hey, now, little bird,” Elvis says, catching the hem of your skirt, halting your exit. “Why ya tryin’ to fly away so fast?”

“Oh Madone,” you mumble under your breath, your Italian heritage making an appearance as you roll your eyes to the heavens before turning back around and pulling the fabric from his long fingers. Heat washes over you in an angry wave, turning your blush a deeper shade of red.

“I have other patients to tend to, sir.” It’s not a lie but sure feels like one with the strained way it falls off your tongue. Your lips press into a thin line of a smile, desperately trying not to glare at him but catching his eyes with your unamused ones all the same.

“Elvis,” he corrects me, maddingly, that smirk playing on his lips, a playfulness in his glassy, feverish eyes. “And I was just wonderin’ if ya could pour me a cup, since it’s all the way over d’ere?”

The water is on the table right next to the bed, and he certainly looks able to pour it himself, and you both know it, but he just smiles, playing this infuriating game, wasting your time.

Finally, you sigh and relent. It’ll be faster to just do it than to try an argue about it. He’s a patient, after all.

You still feel his eyes on you as you turn sideways and dutifully pour the water out. His presence, especially when focused on you alone, feels incredibly overwhelming, mixing a healthy dose of trepidation in with your irritation. You keep your face as neutral as possible and hand over the glass.

What you don’t expect is for him to touch you, his fingers circling over yours, blazing hot from the fever he looks to have. You loathe the way your heart flips in your chest when he looks up at you through impossibly long, feathering lashes, those gemstone eyes of his expressive beyond imagining and conveying more than just playfulness.

“Thank you, little bird,” he whispers. The sound swirls up your spine, breaking through your annoyance just enough to see the blithe, handsome boyishness of him. It promises an unfamiliar temptation, one you’ve seen only in movies and never willingly and truthfully experienced for yourself. Your mouth goes bone dry.

He is dangerous, you think, but not because you are afraid of him in a physical sense (and lord knows you’ve feared too many men already in your short lifetime). No, his is a danger of an entirely different sort. He makes you want to trust him, and in your experience, men are never, ever to be trusted.

“Nurse Cannava! What are you doing in here?” Nurse Hunt’s shrill admonishment startles you out of the hypnotizing stare of the teen idol, causing you to jump back as though he was on fire. You let go of the glass, slipping your hands out of his, but he does the same, and the glass spills water all over the newly changed sheets before tumbling to the floor where it shatters with a crash.

The tinkling of the glass explodes in your head, and a latent and all-too-familiar fear associated with the sound freezes you to the spot. Try as you might, you cannot stop the involuntary trembling that rushes through your limbs. Air attempts to fill your lungs, but the breaths are too short and shallow to do any good. The wave of panic threatens to undo you, right here, in front of both your superior and the most famous man in the world.

It's just broken glass. I’m safe. I’m at work. He can’t hurt me here. The mantra plays in your head over and over as you clasp your shaking hands in front of you, trying to pull yourself together before anyone notices anything amiss.

“I told you to be quick and quiet, not go around cavorting with our patient!” Hunt hisses harshly, glowering, but it snaps you out of the trance-like state that has overtaken you.

Now, instead of fearing things that cannot hurt you here, you are suddenly afraid for your job. Nurse Hunt is a terrifying and formidable leader and being on her bad side means a world of hurt going forward. Your heart feels like a hummingbird’s, fueled by anger, embarrassment, and lingering panic. You resist the urge to give Elvis a scathing look, knowing it will likely just result in more trouble. Instead, you quickly raise your eyes and catch a strangely curious yet concerned look from the man.

“I-I’m s-so sorry, Head Nurse,” you finally stammer out, realizing she is waiting for you to say something. “I’ll clean that up right away.” You start for the bed but are stopped by the crunching glass beneath your practical white nurse’s shoes.

“Ma’am?” Elvis croaks out suddenly, gently, capturing the older woman’s attention. “I’m sorry ma’am, I don’t mean to be a bother, but it wasn’t the young lady’s fault at all. I asked her for the water. She was just doin’ her job, and I distracted her. It’s my fault.” His bedroom eyes widen with an almost childlike deference as he looks at her through those long lashes.

Elvis oozes an effusive charm that makes the formidable woman’s hardened veneer crack. It might not be obvious to one who doesn’t know her, but her gaze softens ever so slightly.

You almost want to roll your eyes and scoff, but the strange thing is that it doesn’t feel at all like a put-on. It first strikes you as some sort of malevolent manipulation, like he wants to impress you somehow by getting you out of the mess he got you into, but he seems nothing but honest. He looks truly sorry.

You stand stock still, hands still clasped in front of your apron, needing to know your fate before moving. Nurse Hunt finally sighs, having weighed her options of denying her VIP’s puppy dog eyes or making your life miserable.

“Alright, Mr. Presley. Nurse Cannava will help you move to that chair there so she can change your sheets again and clean up this mess,” she says through pursed lips. “And you let her be and do her job, you hear? You’re not the only patient on the ward, young man.”

“Of course, ma’am. I really am sorry about the mess,” he says softly, seriously, nodding.

“Quickly, Nurse!” Nurse Hunt barks. Picking your jaw off the ground, you hustle to the other side of the bed, still amazed he was able to soften the old goat in any way.

It’s not until your arm is around his waist while the other steadies him in a well-practiced and trained move that you realize that you are holding a barely clothed Elvis Presley. A brief but decidedly improper and embarrassing thought flirts in the back of your mind as you help him into the chair in the corner. His skin is hot with fever, easily felt where your skin touches his and it radiates through his thin hospital gown. It burns into you, through you, melding with the unnerving, angry fire that already consumes you. You can feel his eyes on you but don’t dare to look at him, not with Hunt watching, making sure you don’t drop the prize patient.

You suppose you are glad for the fact that your cheeks were already on fire from humiliation, so neither can see just how uncomfortable and ashamed you feel right now. The way emotions flash rapidly through you, you’re amazed you can concentrate at all, but you manage to deposit the singer in the chair, unscathed.

Nurse Hunt huffs a little, but seems satisfied, and takes her leave, on to the next crisis.

A relieved but shuddering breath releases from you and without looking at the man in the chair that has caused so much trouble tonight, you jump to removing the sheets you made so perfectly not minutes ago.

“Hey, little b—Nurse Cannava,” Elvis catches himself, “I-I-I meant what I said—I really am sorry I made things harder on ya.”

You refuse to look at him. Instead, you grit your teeth and yank the sheets off, furious. Storming out of the room, you quickly retrieve a new set of sheets and a broom and dustpan for the glass on the floor.

“Aw, don’t be like that,” he mutters as you stomp back in the room, dutifully ignoring his presence. You busy yourself with the glass first, sweeping it into a pile, then bending over to sweep it into the dustpan. You realize too late that you’ve just effectively but unwittingly shown Elvis your rear end. You can practically hear the smirk on his face, which is confirmed once you flit your eyes over to him.

A new wave of heat flushes over your cheeks, but you pretend you don’t notice his leering. Nothing good has come tonight from you paying any sort of mind to what Elvis is doing. You go about your business as swiftly as possible, counting the seconds before you can remove yourself from his suffocating presence.

“You just gonna ignore me now, honey? Come on, I-I-I said I-I was sorry,” he stutters petulantly after another minute of silence.

Your response is to tug the sheets as tight as you can. You move around the other side, hating that your behind will be in his face while you finish the bed, but it can’t be helped. You grit your teeth and focus on smoothing the sheets instead of the hole Elvis is burning through your backside.

“Well, at least I got a nice view in the room…of the city, I mean,” he chuckles. The innuendo is crystal clear.

You whirl around and want to slap that stupid grin right off his pretty face. You’ve never felt so unprofessional or off the rails as you do with this man.

He’s a patient, he’s a patient, he’s a VIP patient, you remind yourself, trying to take calming breaths. But try as you might, you can’t seem to keep your damn mouth shut, that Italian temper flaring, boiling your blood.

“Eyes up!” you snap your fingers at him. “I have work to do and a job to keep, and talking with you only gets me in trouble, so leave me be!” Blood throbs in your ears as you attempt unsuccessfully to keep your fury at bay.

“Ooh, I heard New York cherries were feisty, but I hadn’t the occasion to see it for m’self,” he muses, thinking he’s just about the funniest thing since Lenny Bruce.

“Oh, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” you mutter under your breath, fuming, turning around to finish the bed. Once it’s done, you breathe a sigh of relief and make to leave.

“Hey, little bird, you want an autograph or somethin’?” Elvis asks, still vying for your attention for whatever reason.

God, the ego on this one. “I don’t want anything from you.” You can’t help but turn towards him, even though you know you should leave as fast as your legs will carry you.

“Not a fan, huh? Bet I can change your mind,” he says, his left eyebrow quirking up suggestively. The man is as gorgeous as he is infuriating.

“I prefer Ricky Nelson, so no thanks,” you shoot back at him.

He fully laughs at that, a big, hiccupping, musical sound that under any other circumstance might be attractive and endearing, but now it just seeks to make you angrier. Your seething seems to amuse him all the more, however, as he erupts into more peals of laughter.

“You’re somethin’ else, lil’ bird,” he wheezes, wiping tears from his eyes. But his face suddenly turns alarmed as he can’t seem to catch his breath, the laughter turning into gasps.

“Elvis, enough of that. Let’s get you into bed.” Your training immediately overrides whatever negative feelings you might have towards the man. “Try to take slow, deep breaths,” you say calmly, crossing the room quickly.

His face turns red and panic starts to bloom in his darkening, churning eyes as he wheezes. You help him up and out of the chair, and he shudders, leaning all his weight on you. His breathing is too labored and he’s burning up, and you’re not sure he’ll make it the short way to the bed.

Indeed, the two of you only make it a single step before his long legs give way, and it’s all you can do to brace his tall, lean body and keep him from hitting the tile floor hard. Instead, you slide down together, and you make sure to cradle his head as he collapses.

You don’t panic. In fact, you are the calmest you’ve been since meeting the superstar because this you know you can handle. This is what you were born to do.

“We need some help in here!” you shout out to the ward before turning your attention back to Elvis, now sprawled on his back on the floor. You quickly grab the oxygen mask from his bedside and turn the nozzle to get the air flowing.

“Elvis, you’re going to be okay. I need you to try and breathe deep for me, as deep as you can,” you say, fitting the mask over his mouth. He coughs, struggling to get the air in his lungs. He seems in and out of consciousness, those panicked eyes of his now a stormy, glassy gray as they try to focus on you.

“That’s it, just breathe now,” you coo at him, taking his vitals. His pulse is too fast and thready. You give him a small smile, trying to keep him calm.

An orderly, a doctor, and another nurse rush in. You quickly rattle off numbers and facts regarding his respiratory distress.

“Let’s get him on the bed,” the doctor orders, and the four of you lift him on a count of three.

Elvis flails his hand, gripping your arm. It’s certainly not the first time a patient has grabbed you out of fear, but it is the first time you’ve ever felt a jolt of electricity running through you from it. Looking in his eyes, the terror you see there gives you pause.

He’s just a man, you think. A very frightened young man.

And he wants comfort. Care. So, despite wanting to throttle him earlier, you hold his hand. He clings to you as the team tries to stabilize him. Your touch seems to settle him a little, despite the way his eyes flutter and he still gasps for breath.  

You all manage to get him breathing better, but he won’t let go of you. He starts to panic again every time you try to move away, throwing his vitals into a tailspin. As weak as he may be, that strong guitar-playing hand of his has you in a vise-like grip. The doctor looks at you judgmentally, and you make it clear that you have no idea why this is happening, that you’d rather not be relegated to hand-holding duty. But since his vitals are better holding your hand, the doctor nods his okay.

Give the VIP patient what he needs, is the clear message.

Elvis stabilizes. The room clears, and you stand at his bedside, waiting for him to fall asleep, to relax, to release you—anything that will allow you to leave and get back to work and forget the last half an hour ever happened. His eyes are closed, but every time you try to slip away, he just pulls you back. You try not to sigh audibly, to let your frustration show. You are usually much more compassionate and professional, rarely letting patients get under your skin. But Elvis…well, he seems to bring out an unwanted side of your normally mild and shy self.

He’s not consciously trying to be bothersome like he was earlier; he’s much too scared and out of it for that, you reason.

And at least this is better than cleaning bedpans, you chuckle, finally deciding to sit on the edge of the bed and make yourself a little more comfortable. You take this somewhat surreal moment to really look at him.

He is truly beautiful. There is an almost angelic innocence about him with his pale skin and high cheekbones, the way his cheeks are somehow both full and soft, but his jaw chiseled at the same time. His lips are pillowy and full, though nearly colorless now due to the lack of oxygen. His hair gleams, a deep, golden chestnut—a far cry from the rebellious black locks he was known for at the height of his fame a few years ago. With his straight nose and fanning, long lashes, it seems as though he was carved in stone by the masters and brought to life somehow.

Your heart skips, quite involuntarily.

Of course, there are imperfections. He’s got a day’s worth of dark stubble growing and you can see places where his skin is mottled from what was probably youthful acne. The circles around his eyes are too dark and…

I am really reaching here, you think. No, you are quite at a loss because even his “imperfections” add to his beauty.

Okay, so objectively, he’s pretty—when he’s quiet and sleeping. It’s just when he opens his big mouth that he becomes less attractive. This reminder makes you feel better and less like a fawning teenager.

Finally, his hand relaxes, and you slip out of his grasp without him reaching for you. As if trying not to wake a sleeping baby, you very slowly and quietly raise yourself off the bed. But curiosity gets the better of you, halting your leave, and you quietly open his chart at the end of the bed.

Your eyes scan the pages quickly, widening, hardly containing your disbelief. They glance up at the unrealistically beautiful young man in the hospital bed. Though you barely know him, and what you do know of him has already driven you mad, you can’t help but feel a sense of sadness and dread.

It’s the thing all his bravado and beauty distracted you from.

Elvis Presley is a very, very ill man.

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[sivyera]

Dating Sergeant Calhoun would include...

PAIRING: Tamora J. Calhoun x fem!reader

WARNINGS: bad grammar, guns, killing cybugs

CONTAINS: fluff

SONG: Bad Blood - Taylor Swift

A/N: This woman needs more attention!

gif is not mine

this woman would protect you with her life

she can't lose you and if someone even dare to touch you, well the person is gonna be dead very soon

common training

she would be the one who asked you on a date and she asked you because she saw potential in you

she maybe look tough on the outside but she is soft on the inside, and broken

when she came from a long day killing cybugs only thing she wants is to be with you

at first she was surprised when you hugged her or suddenly kiss her but she gets use to it and now she can't start a day without your kiss

in 'work' she is always ALWAYS by your side, she is just scared that she will lose you

she is protecting you in your 'work' but in that way so no one know

one time a cybug attacked you and when she saw it she almost had a panic attack

she told you to took a week off so you can rest, and she took it with you

she loves teasing you

soft kisses on your neck, her hands slowly travels to your hips etc..

she also loves having you on her lap

sneaky kisses in 'work' which no one sees or she will slap your ass, secretly ofc

her favourite part of your body is your ass or your thighs, she can't decide

she loves when you play with her hair and when you wash them for her

she just loves your touch

Tamora didn't sleep too well when she was single because she was always little scared that cybog would attack her but when you two start dating, she finally could have a good sleep

but she always has to hold you in her arms

she won't be a little spoon

but she loves being the big spoon, you feel so tiny in her arms and she can reach every part of your beautiful body

I think that Tamora can't cook and that means you tried to teach her

you two baked some small cake or muffins, the kitchen was a mess but you two had fun

she will let you paint her nail but on some dark color like black or blue

she is not good with her words but she is excellent in her actions so if you need any help, she would do her best

overall she just loves you more than anything

[riveramorylunar]

This Can’t Be Real Can It?

Pairings: Sergeant Calhoun x Fem Reader x Shank

Warnings: Fluff, a tiny bit of Angst & cheating

Word Count: 1,924

After listening to music for over 5 hours, I decided to watch wreak it ralph only to see sergeant Calhoun because she’s so damn hot. I exited Spotify and went to Disney Plus before clicking on my profile. I went to the search button and typed in Wreck it Ralph. I clicked on the movie before hitting play. 

Halfway through the movie I started getting a terrible headache. As I looked back up at the TV I say sergeant Calhoun looking at the screen making me gulp before everything went dark.

I felt someone poking my forehead making me groan, before I opened my eyes to see none other than Wreck it Ralph standing above me making me scream. I scooted backwards bumping into someone. I looked up to see Fix-it Felix Jr. standing there and I stood up backing away. As I was backing away I bumped into someone. I turned around to see Sergeant Calhoun standing there looking down at me. “I’ve never seen you here before who are you” she said and I tried to say something but nothing came out so I closed my mouth and looked away. She started walking towards me and I started walking backwards. My back hit a billboard and she put both of her hands on the side of my head. "So are you going to tell me who you are" she said tilting her head a little.

I looked away as I felt my face flush. I felt her hand grab my jaw and she turned my head so I was looking directly in her eyes. "Answer my question" she growled out causing me to gulp. "It's uh uh Y/N Y/L/N" I said and she raised her eyebrow before letting go of my jaw. "And what game are you from" she asked and I frowned. "I'm not from any game" I said and she raised her eyebrow. "So how are you here then" she said and I sunk down to the ground. "Tamora you're scaring her" I heard Felix say and I looked back up to see her back away before holding a hand out. I looked down at her hand and then back up at her face.

I just stayed on the ground and I saw her frown. "Alright everyone the sun is rising so we should get to our games" Ralph said and I slowly stood up. I just walked over to the bench and sat down with my knees up against my chest. I buried my head in my knees and felt tears roll down my face. "I'm sorry if I scared you" I heard her voice and I looked up to see her standing in front of me. "Why aren't you in your game" I said and she sat down next to me before sighing. "It got unplugged because there was a virus" she said and I frowned. "Oh" I said before resting my head on my knees.

She stayed sitting down next to me until the arcade closed. "Can I come" I said as she stood up. "Sure" she said holding out a hand for me. I slowly took her hand before putting my legs down and standing up. "Here hold on a sec" she said before stepping really close to me. She let go of my hand and put her hands on my cheeks making my face flush red. She whipped away the tear stains that were on my cheeks before pulling back and smiling softly. "Alright come on now" she said grabbing my hand again and we walked towards Fix-it Felix Jr. game.

"Hey guys I brought Y/N with me I didn't want to leave her all alone again" Tamora said as we walked up to a long table. "The more the merrier" Felix said before walking over. He jumped up and kissed Tamora on the cheek before smiling at me while nodding. I looked down at our hands before I looked back up to see her not looking so I pulled my hand away from hers. "Y/N come join us" I heard Ralph shout and I walked over felling Tamora's eyes on me. Ralph handed me a burnt piece of pie and I just smiled. "Thank you" I said looking up at him and he nodded before patting my head. "No problem kid" he said and I took a bit of the burnt pie.

I ate the whole thing in a couple seconds even though it was disgusting. "Sorry we're late but our game has finally shut down for the night" I heard a voice say and I looked up to see Vanellope and Shank. "Vanellope Shank welcome back" Felix said and I rolled my eyes before grabbing a hand full of candy from the bowl that was in the middle of the table. I walked away stuffing my mouth with the candy. I was sitting on the roof of the building looking out at the arcade. "Hey mind if I join you" I just ignored her and continued to stare into space. "Come on what did I do" I heard Tamora say and I rolled my eyes before standing up. As I was about to walk away I felt a hand grab my wrist. I looked over to see Tamora looking at me. "Let go" I said and she didn't making me pull on my wrist. She pulled me towards her and I landed on her lap. I looked down at her as I blushed. "Will you tell me what's wrong" she asked softly and I was about to say something when I heard someone cough. I looked over Tamora's shoulder to see Shank stepping up onto the roof. I got off of Tamora's lap and straightened out my clothes.

Before any of us could say anything there was a huge explosion. I ran over to the edge of the roof to see smoke coming from the ground. The three of us climbed down the latter and rushed over. "What the-" before I could finish my sentence I saw the smoke disappear and I saw a huge hole. I walked slowly over to it and looked into it but there was nothing. I felt the ground crack beneath me before I fell.

I screamed before I bolted up. I looked around as I breathed heavily. I was back in my room making me really confused when I heard the TV playing in the background. I looked over at my TV to see Lilo & Stitch was playing. "It was just a dream" I said before falling back. I looked up at my ceiling as I took deep breaths. "But it felt so damn real" I said as I raised my arms up and looked at my wrists then touched my cheeks. "Who am I kidding it couldn't have been real" I said before groaning and rolling over into my stomach and screaming into my pillows.

I looked over at my clock and saw that it was seven in the morning making me groan again. I got out of bed before walking out of my room and towards the bathroom. I took a long hot shower before I stepped out and dried off. I walked back to my room and to my closet. I got dressed before walking downstairs and getting myself a bowl of cereal. I ate in silence as I scrolled through Instagram stopping at a picture of my ex-best friend and her new boyfriend. I turned my phone off before setting it face down. I looked down at my watch and realized I was going to be late so I finished eating my cereal, put the bowl in the sink and grabbed my phone before rushing out of the house.

I parked in the back of the gas station before walking in the back door. "You're late again Y/N/N" I heard my coworker who was also my best friend say. I looked up to see them looking at me while shaking their head. "Sorry Coby" I said and they sighed before telling me I would be working at the cash register today.

"That will be $13.28 please" I said and the man handed me the money. "Have a good day sir" I said after giving him the change. I looked down at the lottery card I was scratching off and scratched off another number. "Excuse me I'm looking for a pretty girl" I heard someone say and I rolled my eyes. "I think you might be in the wrong place I suggest you try the bar a couple blocks down" I said before I heard the person laugh. "I think I'm in the right place Y/N" my head shot up and my mouth dropped open. I can't believe what I'm seeing did I fall asleep. I pinched myself and realized I wasn't dreaming at all. "Tamora how and Shank what's going on" I said and they looked at each other. "We've well I've been looking all over for you and someone said you worked here so I came here " she said ignoring my question. "No no no I mean how the hell are you here your video game characters" I said and they both nodded. "We may have followed you into the hole well Tamora did I just followed her" Shank said shoving her hands in her back pockets. "So it wasn't a dream it was actually real I actually felt you" I said and my eyes widen in shock at what I just said. "That came out wrong" I said and heard them both chuckle. "Excuse me" we heard a woman say and the two of them stepped to the side as the elder woman walked up to the counter. After giving them elder woman her change she looked at Tamora and Shank before looking back at me. "Son estos dos los Y/N/N de tu novia? Si lo son, eres una chica afortunada." The elderly woman said and I Immediately blushed. "Have a good day" she said before walking out of the gas station. "What did she say" Shank said and I looked up at her. "Nothing important" I said looking between the two of them.

"Y/N are you telling the truth" Tamora said and I looked at the two of them confused before nodding. "Well that's a lie because we know exactly what she said" Shank said before smirking. "Oh uh really" I said and they both nodded before looking at each other. They both hopped over the counter and Tamora pulled me into her arms before kissing me. I kissed her back and when pulled away when it was hard to breathe. "Well shit Y/N" I heard my best friend Coby say and I pulled away from Tamora. "Cob don't" I said and they just ran off making me roll my eyes. "No need to worry about it" I heard Tamora say as I felt Shank wrap her arms around my neck from behind. She was about to kiss me on the cheek but I turned my head just in time to capture her lips with mine. She pulled away and smiled before kissing my cheek. "Come on we're taking you on a date" Tamora said before she pulled me out from behind the counter. "But I hav-" I was cut off when I heard Coby shout. "SHE HAS THE REST OF THE DAY OFF" they shouted and I cursed them as I was pulled out of the gas station.

[peoplesgraves]

What If Yandere Fix it Felix JR and Yandere Sargent Calhoun shared Y/N?

Can this be a Headcanon?

I’m sorry if I’m annoying you I love the Wreck It Ralph Movie way to much.

Yandere Fix It Felix Jr X Reader X Yandere Sergeant Calhoun Headcanons

•The two rarely argue but when they do it can get intense

•Especially if it’s about their darling

•Usually Felix relents first or it ends at a stalemate and the pair take some time apart to recover

•While calhoun takes time to herself most likely to yell her frustration out at some poor subordinate or passerby

•Felix prefers to distract himself with his darling and whatever they’re doing

•Felix and Calhoun both always make time to talk about their and their darlings day

•Usually over the dinner Felix made and his darling ‘helped with’

•Really they were just forced to sit on the counter while Felix cooked and talked on and on and on

•Their darling has the power to make or break the relationship

•The pair often tell their love private things about the other and a smart darling could use that to turn the pair against each other

•But if it backfires it could just get that much worse for the darling

[i90o3]

since halloween season is coming up (yes I know it’s september but still never to early to celebrate halloween) I was thinking about what costumes some of the genshin characters would wear or you doing couple costumes with them, it’s all right if you can’t do all three of them just some ideas that were in my head!!

you have be trying to convince xiao to do a couple costume with you for a while now and he finally gave in you two are going as jack skeleton and sally.

for childe it’s the other way around childe loves halloween he always did matching costumes with his siblings in snezhnaya so he wanted to do a couple costume with you, you two would go as felix and Sergeant Calhoun don’t ask why I just get those vibes

ok so for you and kaeya both of you wanted to do couple costumes since both of you never really had any friends to match costumes with (lonely mofos) anyway you two would go as flynn and rapunzel idk why kaeya gives me flynn rider vibes.

Halloween Costumes

xiao, childe, kaeya + diluc x reader (separate)

A/N; I’m gonna tweek it a little, switching childe’s and xiao’s. And adding diluc. I’m in a studio ghibli mood so 😻

warning(s)/genre; no warnings, fluff, bulleted headcanons. modern AU. Costume pairings include male x fem!characters but reader is gn. Movie spoilers (mainly for repunzal)

Xiao;

This is such a coincidence that I get this request including xiao; because I was watching spirited away last night and haku and chihiro reminded me of xiao and my oc.

It would definitely take time to convince xiao to dress up with you for the costume party childe and kaeya are hosting.

After convincing him, you decided to dress up as characters from your guys favorite movie; spirited away. (jack skeleton and sally were your second choice but decided with haku and chihiro)

one of the greatest mf films istg

You guys dressed up as haku and chihiro; xiao being haku and you dressing as chihiro! you even bought a little dragon haku plush that xiao carries on his shoulder

“Do we really have to do this” he pouts, as you help him with his costume. “yes! we already bought the costumes, so there’s no point in not going anymore, plus, you look super cute in this outfit!” you cheer, patting down his costume making sure it fit him, he blushes and stares at the mirror. “Atleast Im not making you wear the wig..” you giggle. “There’s no way you’d get me to wear that ugly sweaty thing” he crosses his arms but there’s a small upright curve on his lips when he hears you giggle.

Childe;

This was your idea, because god forbid you two go as the hot sexy gun lady and the fix it man from reck it ralph. No way in hell, especially if childe was gonna make you dress up as fix it felix because your shorter then him

It took a tiny bit of convincing to change childe’s mind to dress up as howl and Sophie from howls moving castle. but after you watched the movie he was convinced

He wanted to dress up as howl’s bird form but you convinced him to be normal and go as blonde howl.

Was actually really happy with how you two turned out. Said it would have been funny if you dressed up as the old granny version of sophie and you slapped him across the head.

Helping him fix his cape and smooth out any wrinkles, Childe admires himself in the mirror, having a giddy smile on his face. “There, your costume is all ready.” you smile, standing next to your boyfriend in front of the mirror. “I still don’t know why you wouldn’t let me go as his bird form-“ you let out a large dramatic sigh to cut him off, leaving you two chuckling and giggling.

Kaeya;

Well, sense I couldn’t think of any other studio ghibli couples that represent kaeya; and i just really liked the kaeya + flynn rider idea i kept it.

It was his idea and he had to convince you to wear that long ass mf wig. You refused because it would be heavy and a pain. so you decided to dress up as repunzal after flynn cut her hair in the tower.

Thought you looked sexy in the dress, and liked the idea of wearing a shorter wig because he said, “It would be easier to kiss your neck like this” swat him away like a fly whenever he tries to give you kisses or love bites on your neck.

you couldn’t lie that this was a great idea because damn, kaeya looked so damn fucking good in flynn’s outfit, especially sense he let a little stubble grow on his chin.

You were struggling to tie the ties in the back of the dress, calling to your boyfriend to help you out. “Kaeya, can you tie the back of this dress for me? it’s a pain and i can’t seem to tie it properly” he walks over to you, taking the ribbons in his hands, “of course” He pulled on them and tied them tight. Moving his hand off of the tied ribbon and rubbing up your waist and hips, before leaning in to give your neck a peck, “you look gorgeous” you smile and lean in to his touch, “hmm, so do you.”

Diluc;

ponyo ponyo, ponyo fishy in the sea-

So i can picture diluc as Fujimoto (the father with the stripped suit) from ponyo, because semi of his personality and hos gorgeous hair.

You, the reader, would obviously go as non other then the god of the show, Granmamare, the sexy giant goddess lady.

You had to convince him to go first, because he would rather be caught dead then be seen dressed up at kaeya’s costume party. but indulged in to your request after you suggested going as Fujimoto and Granmamare.

Thought he wouldn’t look any different, so he complied. He was happy he didn’t have to wear a wig for this costume. Also thought you looked stunning in the long wavy pink wig and long dress.

He was sitting down in front of you, sitting patiently as you did small touch ups of make-up for his eye bags, eye shadow and cheek bones. To be honest you didn’t really have to darken his eye bags because there was already some because of lack of sleep, so you just touched up his blue eyes shadow and the blush on his cheeks. Your lips purk up and you out the make up brush down. “All done! you look very pretty, diluc.” you hand him a mirror, blush creeps on his cheeks at your compliment. Honestly a bit surprised when he sees himself in the mirror. “oh..wow, you applied this stuff really well.” he tells you as he carefully studies his Looks. “Mhmm..only the best for my cutie.” you kiss his reddened cheek.

10:54 pm 9/07/2021

[caracalwithchips]

Picture It

I have only ever posted a fic once before years ago for a completely different fandom. So this is my first try at SVU fic (thanks to @teamsladsandgents for the advice & encouragement!). 

Just a little Mike Dodds one-shot to help me test the waters. I am open to and appreciate (kind) constructive criticism! I’d also love for someone to tell me if the dialogue works or not--should I break it up into a new line for each line of dialogue? If suggested, I can re-post with different formatting

Trigger warnings for mentions of blood, sutures, and bombs

Mike Dodds x reader

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It was the holiday season with packages coming in left and right from families of survivors, grateful survivors who had won their cases, even the occasional gift from a criminal defense firm as a “no hard feelings” gesture. Usually it was candy or cookies, sometimes popcorn, once some presents for Jessie and Noah, and Rita Calhoun’s firm had sent the entire squad tickets to an off-Broadway re-imagining of the Nutcracker (the squad needed the occasional reminder that she was their best bet if anyone was ever in trouble..again).

You were sitting at your desk working through your 8th handful of caramel popcorn out of a giant tin. It was just you and Sergeant Dodds in the bullpen this evening, the rest of the squad was divided between a sex worker advocacy meeting and running some leads on a possible peeping-tom case.

“Y/L/N,” you looked up at your Sergeant. Like always, you were taken aback by how blue his eyes are. How did anyone expect you to get any work done? “We may have another peeping-tom vic.”

You stood up, “you driving, Sarg?” He had a habit of teasing you about your driving. He smiled and nodded “affirmative” as you both headed towards the elevator. You and the Sergeant had developed a pretty solid rapport over the last several months he had been with the squad. More often than not, Liv partnered the two of you together.  

As the elevator opened, the building’s clerk walked out holding a box full of packages. “More presents for Manhattan’s favorite squad,” he teased over his shoulder. “Think this one may be for you Detective Y/L/N,” he teased as he grabbed a package covered in drawings. You and Dodds both turned to look. Yep, those drawings were Picasso-esq, but the hair was unmistakably yours. Dodds starting laughing and nudged you with his elbow. The clerk was still wrestling the package completely out of the box, but lost hold of his grip and several of the packages toppled to the floor. You rushed forward as you saw them falling. There was a bright flash and thunderous sound.  

Time slowed down, but you felt yourself being jerked back and pushed towards the elevator as a giant, solid warmth grabbed and enveloped you from behind. Through clenched eyelids lights flickered, sand sprayed across the room, you tasted smoke, and an enormous pressure rang in your ears. Rattled and confused, you became aware of a body holding you.  You stepped out of the grip and Mike Dodds stumbled towards you. “Mike?” you thought you yelled, but you could only hear the echo of your voice from far away. Mike blinked hard and grasped your forearms, and you noticed a trickle of blood dripping down his temple. You guided him to a nearby bench while surveying your surroundings. There was a thick haze enveloping the hallway, you couldn’t make out much except for bodies running in from the bullpen. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you saw arms waving and someone stooping to kneel towards the floor where there was a crumpled heap covered in Christmas packages.

You dragged your eyes away, back to your Sergeant and gasped. He was leaning away from you and you saw pinpoints of blood scattered across the back of his dress shirt. As your eyes became adjusted to the smoke in the room, you realized that they were more than pinpoints, but couldn’t initially tell blood from dust from what looked like shards of glass and metal. You reached for the knife in your pocket, told him to hold still (could he even hear you?) and cut a careful slit down the middle of his shirt and undershirt. You carefully peeled the shirt away and gasped. There were at least two spots where large, long shards of jagged metal went directly into his skin. As you staggered back, a hand clapped you on the shoulder. You turned to see another officer mouthing some words you couldn’t hear. You think he was saying something about a bus coming.

You knelt on the bench in front of Dodds, his glazed eyes were staring off into space so you grabbed either side of his face to get him to focus on you.  “Hey, a bus is coming Sarg,” you tried to say, but you could tell he didn’t understand. He grabbed the wrist of the hand still holding his face and gave you a dopey smile. You frowned back, this was not the time to be cute. You figured you should probably do something to stabilize the shards that were sticking out so you let his face go to reassess his back. His back looked worse now that blood started to trickle out of the many impaction points. You knew he carried clean handkerchiefs to give to emotional witnesses and survivors, just one of his many annoyingly charming habits. You reached down into his pocket to grab for one, then you gently placed it around the largest shard and held pressure.

Soon, EMTs arrived and got your Sergeant onto a gurney. They wanted to assess you, but you refused and insisted you would ride with Dodds and get checked at the hospital. Once you arrived, you were pushed to a bay while Dodds was wheeled off. A quick exam by a resident confirmed that you were well enough to leave. Your hearing was already coming back, although the ringing in your ears was louder than anything. A kind nurse directed you towards Dodds’ room. She explained that they were able to remove the metal as the pieces weren’t as deep as they had looked, but he had of course had required pain medicine while they sutured him up.

You pulled back the curtain and those blue eyes fell on you immediately, “Y/N!!” You knew you were worried, but must not have realized how worried because you immediately burst into tears. His face dropped and he held his arms open while saying, “awwww don’t cry, Sweetheart.”  Sweetheart? You started crying harder and hesitantly approached him. He pulled you into his chest and whispered “shh” into your hair. Once you finally calmed down, you pulled back, wiped your face with your forearm, and cleared your throat. “Sorry,” you smiled sheepishly.

He fell back on a mountain of pillows they had propped him up on. He still had that dopey smile, “don’t be sorry, Sweetheart, I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“I’m only okay because you bear-hugged me and got yourself injured!” You started getting choked up again and he grabbed your hand and made shhing sounds again.

“Y/N, I’d do anything for you. Of course I’d take a few stitches if it meant you were okay! Besides, I’m fine, I actually feel really good. And I got to hug you!”

You sniffed and smiled shyly. What on earth was happening here?

“Although,” he drew out the word, “I didn’t picture the first time you ripping my clothes off would be in the middle of a hallway at work.”

Your eyes got huge and you could feel your neck getting hot. He mistook your expression. “I know, right? I thought it would be much more romantic, too, but there’s time for everything I guess.”

“Sergeant. You’re on a lot of pain killers, I’m worried you’re going to say something you regret later. As much as I wish what I’m hearing is something you’d say in your right mind, I don’t want you to have to backtrack later.”

He looked confused, “You think what I’m saying has to do with me being on pain killers?” You looked at your feet and nodded. “So it couldn’t possibly have anything to do with what may have been a life or death situation for either of us that we’ve both walked away from mainly unscathed?” His voice had gotten firmer and now you looked up confused.

You searched his eyes and he smiled that dopey smile again. “Can I not just be crazy for you for the sake of being crazy for you? And this seemed like as good a time as any to let you know.”

Your resulting smile squeezed out a final tear, but when he held his arms open you leaned your head against his chest and let him hold you. As he stroked your hair he asked, “so does this mean you feel the same way?” You laughed against his chest and smiled up at him. “Of course it does! I’ve been crazy about you since day one.”

The nurse came in at that time to start the discharge process. To keep his stiches from pulling, you helped Mike put on a scrub top loaned by the hospital and tried not to blush. “Have you really pictured me ripping your clothes off before?” Now it was his turn to blush. “Oh no, did I really say that?  I mean, of course I have, a few times actually, but that’s not the type of thing you tell someone.”

You laughed and finished gathering your things. You would have to start the process of calling Liv to check on everyone back at the precinct, and then there would be the investigation into where the bomb came from. But for now, it was still just you and Mike. You grabbed his hand and started walking towards the hospital exit. “Don’t worry, Mike, I’ve pictured it too.”  

[storiesofsvu]

Serendipitous Secrets & Surprises Ch 12

Rita Calhoun x fem!reader Warnings: language, arguing, usual SVU type scenarios A/n: I’m aware spousal privilege doesn’t technically work like this, but for the sake of the fic....also I was too lazy to try and think of my own case/situation for this chapter so I’m borrowing from s18, Spellbound...

The following week had you working yet another one of Rita’s client’s cases. This one was already proving pretty difficult, the victim came in to make the original complaint, saying that she couldn’t remember anything from a retreat she was at the previous night. When you’d taken her to the hospital, her rape kit did come back positive her tox screen came back negative, for everything. And you were still well within the time frame that GHB would still be on it.

Currently, you were in Carisi’s office, going through things with him and spitballing ideas back and fourth. He’d mentioned that it was starting to seem like Trask had hypnotized Abby, so you were starting to do some digging into his background and seeing what you could pull up along with double checking Abby’s socials. You’d stopped by to drop off a file, but had your work stuff with you when you started tossing ideas around and had decided to wrap up your day there rather then spending half of the time left driving back to the precinct.

“I hope ya know I really appreciate this Sarge, you could’ve just called it quits.” He commented as he flipped through yet another law catalogue.

“Hey, it gets me out of the precinct for once, can’t get left in charge if I’m not there.”

“Yeah, Cap seems to be tossing you to the bulls a lot recently.”

“Meh.” You shrugged, “Noah’s in a bit of a rambunctious phase right now. Jordan went through one too, busted his ankle sliding into home base when we were just playing for fun. That was a fun phone call to Pippa.”

“At least Fin’s back from vacation.”

“Thank fucking God.” You rolled your neck, stretching briefly after being hunched over your computer for so long, “he can deal with controlling the monkeys for a while.” Carisi laughed, letting out a small sigh as he flipped the law book closed and moved to grab another one. “Try people v Henderson.” You suggested, “I wanna say…2005?”

“Thanks.” He smiled, digging through a pile to find the correct book. “You musta spent a lotta time in this building growing up.”

“I think I’ve read just about every law journal my Mom has. Let me tell you, she practically lived in her office, I was bored as hell waiting for her basically ever day.”

There was a knock at his door before he had a chance to reply and the two of you looked up to find Buchanan with his usual smug grin on his face.

“Sergeant, Counsellor.” He greeted, stepping into the room and dropping multiple warrants down onto Sonny’s desk.

“What’s this?” He asked, quirking a brow at the other man.

“Motions to separate the charges for McAddams and Ayers.” John smirked, “and to drop the charges down to assault one for Ayers.”

“I thought this was Calhoun’s case.” Carisi replied, flipping open the second motion.

“She passed it off. Guess with the addition of the Trask case she had too much on her plate. I’ll see you tomorrow morning in court to get those charges fixed.” With another smirk he was gone from the office and Carisi looked over to you.

“Did you know she dropped it?”

“No…” you tugged your lip into your teeth, trying to remember if she’d mentioned it over the last couple of days. “If anything it would’ve”— you were cut off by your phone ringing. “Sorry.” You tossed an apologetic glance to Sonny as you picked it up, “Hey.”

“Any chance you’re willing to fight with traffic to come get me from the courthouse?” Rita sighed softly into the phone, you couldn’t hear anything in the background, assuming she was in one of the usually deserted side hallways.

“You’re in luck, I’m actually at the D.A’s office right now.”

“You parked where you usually do?”

“Yeah. Did you want to do dinner tonight?”

“Only if it’s take out. I’ve still got a mountain of work to do, I just want you.”

“You okay baby?” Your voice softened, hearing the defeat in Rita’s voice.

“Yeah.” She huffed a breath, “just tired. Lost the case.”

“Well I would tell you to take a break from the work but we both know that’s not happening.” She laughed quietly into the phone. “I’ll meet you at the car in five?”

“Thank you.”

You hit the hang up button on the phone swiftly, glancing across to Sonny.

“I’ll keep working this from home, s’long as that’s okay with you?”

“Yeah, course.” He shot you a small smile as you packed up your things, “sounds like you’re needed elsewhere.”

“Yeah.” You sighed, standing and pulling on your blazer, “hey, do me a favour?” He nodded, “get outta here at a reasonable time? Don’t work yourself to death like every other lawyer in the city.”

“I’ve got dinner plans tonight actually.” He smirked and you let out a small laugh.

“Excellent. Night Sonny.”

“Night.”

It took you less than five minutes to get back to your usual parking spot, Rita only a moment longer to arrive. You greeted her with a soft kiss and a tight hug, asking once again if she was okay, and again, she brushed it off.

When you got back to the apartment Rita changed out of her suit, wiping off her makeup before settling into the couch and pulling out her work again. You followed suit, pausing to put in an order for dinner, making sure to add in a few of her favourites and pouring out two glasses of wine. It was nights like tonight that were a little tricky as you were both working on the same case, although she was already working through an opening argument, while you were combing social media’s and history of both the perp and victim, so it didn’t really matter if one of you saw something the other was working on.

You put your stuff aside when dinner arrived, tossing the couple of files beside your laptop on the island. The t.v had been on for mainly background noise, but got turned up as Rita put her work to the side to take the time to eat, eagerly snuggling into your body. She didn’t pick up her work again right away, waiting until the current episode was over until she did.

A couple of episodes later you let out a yawn, stretching from where you’d been curled into her free side.

“C’mon,” you nudged at her, “let’s go to bed.”

“You go.” She kissed the top of your head softly, “I’ve got a few more things I need to work through.”

“You sure?” You pouted and she chuckled, kissing the tip of your nose.

“I’ve got more than enough on my plate right now, an hour or so will help.”

“That why you’re passing off cases to Buchanan?” You asked and her brow furrowed.

“How did you know that?”

“He came to drop off motions while I was with Sonny.”

“Ah.” She paused briefly, cupping your cheek before kissing you, “yes. The Trask case seems like a lot less work, it was that or the Manor Hill boys, everything else was too far in to swap counsel around.”

“Okay.” You pushed up off the couch, “don’t stay up too late.”

“I promise I won’t.” She smiled, leaning into the way you caressed her cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You kissed her once more, padding down the hallway to leave her to her work. You’d planned on keeping an eye on the time and coming out in an hour to drag her to bed, but you ended up passing out the instant your head hit the pillow.

*

It wasn’t a surprise when you were the first one up the next morning. You left a kiss on Rita’s temple before dressing and slipping out of the bedroom. Starting to get breakfast ready (meaning you pulled the meal prepped breakfast burritos from the fridge and tossed them in the pan to reheat), you hit the button on the coffee for it to brew early and glanced over at the island.

Naturally, it was a mess of case files and paperwork as usual, sighing softly you had some time to kill, so you started flipping through the Trask file. Your head titled at the sight of a flash drive tucked behind a couple of pages, Kat had the files last before you took them to Carisi’s office, and you hadn’t looked through them while you were there. You plucked it out and popped it into your laptop, clicking play on the audio file (though you flicked the volume down not wanting Rita to overhear it yet). The shock of Abby’s voice completely consenting to sex snapped your attention to your laptop screen, your jaw nearly dropping, wondering why on earth Kat wouldn’t have called about this. Even if Carisi was right and she had been hypnotized, a jury hearing something like this would ruin the trial for sure. You didn’t even notice Rita coming down the hall until she spoke, wrapping an arm around.

“Hope you’re not snooping darling.”

“What?” You glanced toward her, your eyes then dropping to the case file in front of you. In your half asleep state you hadn’t even noticed it was her writing scrawled neatly across the pages, “oh fuck!”

Your hand ripped the flash drive from your laptop, shoving it back into the case file and flipping it shut, as if doing so would remove the evidence from your memory. Rita neatly stacked up the files that were hers, moving them back into her bag,

“It’s not like you can say anything about it anyways.” She pecked at your cheek, moving to pour out your morning coffees.

“Shit, shit! Rita I’m the lead on this case! I thought you we agreed to you using blue folders so this shit wouldn’t happen.” She sighed, handing you a steaming mug.

“I ran out yesterday, stole a couple from Alex. I’ll pick up some more on my way home today.”

“I can’t exactly un-hear that! I mean, you play that in front of a jury, you’re instantly winning.”

“Then convince Carisi to take one of the deals I offered or drop the case.”

“Ugh…” you ran a hand through your hair, “this hasn’t happened in years.”

“Because we had an office.” Rita replied dryly, stepping toward the stove.

“How much longer until they’re done?”

“Another week.” She kissed your temple, “are you eating here?”

“I should probably go in early now.” You sighed, passing her the ziplock container that she plopped both burritos in before pulling down the to go coffee mugs. “Did you want me to drop you off?”

“That’d be lovely.”

“You’re lucky I love you.” You chuckled, kissing her gently as you grabbed your bag.

“I love you too darling.”

*

Once you were at the precinct you dropped down at your desk, trying to do as much digging as you could. There had to be something that you were missing that would prove Abby did give actual consent, or at least something that would majorly sway the jury after they’d heard the video. Or at least something that would convince Sonny into dropping the case or making a deal he previous thought wasn’t good enough.

Currently, Carisi was in the bull pen with the group of you, talking about how to track down if Trask had training in hypnotizing. He couldn’t use that as an argument unless you could prove that Trask had the ability in the first place.

“Sarge, you’re particularly quiet right now.” Sonny turned to you, knowing you’d been working on the case the previous night, “what’re your thoughts?” You paused for a moment, tugging your lip into your mouth as you tried to figure out what to say.

“I think you should drop the case.”

“What?” Was the resounding reply around the bull pen while multiple sets of eyes swivelled to you.

“At the very least take one of the deals Calhoun offered.”

“She offered assault two with no jail time, ya really think that’s what I should take?”

“Listen.” You started, “I know this sounds bad, but this case is a dog, there’s always a second shoe to drop once you get it to trial. Abby seems believable, we know sex took place, but this Trask guy? He’s got money, he’s well known…”

“You think she was in it for the money?” Kat’s voice hardened and you sighed again.

“All I’m saying is you should drop it.”

“What did you do?” Sonny asked, his brow furrowing as he stepped toward you.

“Excuse me?”

“I know ya were looking for stuff last night. What the hell did you do? The last thing I told you was ta call if you needed a warrant!”

“I can’t tell you.” You shot back. “And if I was to, it wouldn’t be admissible anyways.”

“Ya know, out of this whole squad you were the last one who I expected this from. You said you had my back, and right now ya certainly don’t. Now you know something that I can’t bring to the table because you were playing fast and loose with the law.”

“That is not what happened.” You angrily replied, you still had somewhat of a reputation to uphold after all.

Carisi glanced over to Liv for any sense of back up, it was her squad, even if you were Sergeant she still had rank over you, and always advocated for the victim.

“Y/n…” she spoke softer than Sonny’s harsh tone, “what do you know?”

“I said…I can’t tell you.” You enunciated.

“Since when do you care more about protecting the perp than the victim?” Kat shot, her voice raised and you immediately fired back, your tone harder than you intended.

“It’s not my fucking fault that her files were mixed in with mine on the kitchen counter! I didn’t find it, the defence did, and it blows your case up in your face.”

“What’re you talking about?” Sonny paused slightly, and you sighed heavily.

“Spousal privilege legally binds me from being able to let you use this information in a courtroom.” You ran a hand over your face at the silence and exchanged looks from the others, “our home office is being renovated, we both had files on the counter. I thought Kat had found something and tucked it into the folder without telling me before I realized they were Rita’s.”

“You’re…married…to Rita Calhoun?” Sonny stepped back, trying to process this new information, glancing over to Olivia who looked about as bewildered as he did.

“Yeah.” You nodded.

“There’s gotta be some loophole in this.” He muttered.

“There isn’t trust me.” You assured.

“If you didn’t disclose I’m sure there is.” Sonny glared toward you and you looked to Olivia.

“You not gonna back me up on this Cap?” You asked and she paused.

“I…uh…didn’t know.” She replied and you let out a frustrated groan, running your hands over your face as you sat forward in your chair.

“It’s in my jacket. It’s been in there for years, we were never sneaking around.”

“You remember it’s your job to provide evidence, right?” Carisi was back on the offence and you rolled your eyes.

“I can technically tell you Counsellor, but you cannot use it in a court of law. The exact same as if I had found something without the proper warrant. No judge is going to let it in from your side. Drop the damn case!”

“I can put you on the stand.” He shot back and you sighed again.

“Same rules apply, I don’t have to answer anything I found out from her. Besides, she’s already beat you to that.” You tugged open a draw of your desk and tossed the subpoena to him.

“What? She give this to you over the breakfast table?” Sonny snarled, tossing the paper back to you, “you know, I bet she only married you for the fucking spousal privilege! Are ya gonna continue to hide behind your marriage cause you’re a coward or because you’re afraid she’ll stop buying you expensive jewelry and fancy shoes?!”

“You are out of line Counsellor.” You shot back, the insult enough to get you on your feet. “She is my wife, not my fucking sugar mommy.”

“You sure about that? Sounds like she just wants to have the power to keep you quiet! You’re off this case!”

“You’re not my boss!”

“Carisi!!” Olivia finally broke in, the yelling had continued to grow louder and louder with each shot fired, enough that Fin had completely walked away from the conversation. “Enough!”

“Are you done attacking my marriage now? Because some of us actually have jobs to do.”

“I am not taking a shitty deal just because you refuse to open your mouth.” Sonny fired back, quickly grabbing his briefcase and storming out of the bull pen. It was Olivia that finally broke the silence.

“Did…she give that to you over the breakfast table?” She asked, nodding towards the subpoena.

“She…kindly waited until we were in the elevator.” You replied and Amanda snorted.

“On brand for Calhoun.” She chuckled and you huffed out a breath, glancing back towards Olivia.

“A minute?” She nodded towards her office and you sighed,

“Yeah.”

Before the door was even fully shut you could hear Amanda and Kat’s hushed voices, no doubt discussing your private life. Not that you really cared, a lot of cops didn’t get it, which was another reason you kept work and home separate.

“I get it if I’m off the case.” You started, dropping down into a chair while Liv settled into her own. “I usually try to take a back seat when I know it’s one of Rita’s clients but we were so short staffed…”

“I know.” She stopped you, shaking her head.

“Am I in trouble?” You winced and she laughed.

“You disclosed. And like you said you try to stay away from her cases, you did everything right aside from the slip up this morning. And even then, the law does protect you. I was the one who never got around to your jacket.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’ll admit I was curious as hell. I got through the important stuff, the work stuff, but every time I sat down to finish it something bigger came up.”

“All the appropriate paperwork’s in there, I promise. My Captain at narcotics was so anal about it I’m pretty sure there’s even a copy of our wedding license.”

“I’m not worried.” She smiled, “with a Mother like yours I’m sure everything’s by the book.”

“Yeah.” You snorted, glancing up at her, “what?” Olivia laughed, shaking her head at her own ridiculousness.

“I just…I really thought it was Casey.” You howled a laugh out at that,

“I mean…we did very casually date while she was suspended…but it was more out of spite to my Mother than anything else. Was this just some kind of mystery you’ve been trying to figure out since I got here?” She nodded, her cheeks flushing, “you could’ve just asked, I would’ve told you Liv.”

“I thought I had it narrowed down.” She laughed, “I knew Pippa was out of the running once you mentioned how long you’d been together. The fancy date nights made me think it might’ve been Alex, but part of me felt like she would have at least told me if she was getting married.”

“Oh she definitely would have.” You nodded, “still talks about you all the time, she was excited when she found out I was transferring in here.”

“I supposed you’ve heard all of the stories of my rookie years.” You both laughed,

“Oh I came home to use Mom’s laundry multiple times to find her and Cragen on the back porch smoking or drinking complaining about all their work kids.” You chuckled, “I honestly feel like I got away with more at that age cause she was always more pissed about something Casey or Alex had done.”

“Cragen? Smoking?”

“Only on their rant nights, I mean, he wasn’t about to drink.”

“At least we didn’t force him back into that.”

“Mom used to let him smash the empty scotch bottle when she’d finished with. Kinda where I picked it up, works really well to get the anger out.”

“So I’ve heard…” Olivia cocked a brow, “is Rollins the reason we’re running low on ceramic mugs?”

“I cannot confirm or deny that.” You smirked and she laughed before gazing off in the distance for a moment, causing you to chuckle. “You still can’t wrap your head around Rita, can you?”

“No…” she laughed, “did you two just keep in touch all through the years or?”

“We fell out a bit when she went to college, especially once she was at Harvard but had lunch a couple of times once she was back in the city. My Mom wanted to help her out, make sure she was on the right track, but I didn’t see her often.” You shrugged, “it was when she transferred from prosecution to defence…she lost a lot of friends. We started hanging out more, and that kinda just…lead to more…”

“Why did she transfer to defence? I know it wasn’t a money thing.” You snorted.

“Certainly wasn’t. But I have no idea, she had a really rough case that she lost, few weeks after that she made the call.” You noticed Olivia’s eyes shift to the windows, moving through the bull pen quickly.

“Speak of the devil.” She smirked and you turned, laughing when you saw Rita strolling through the room, briefly knocking on the door before she pushed it open. Her gaze landed on you first, having felt more than the usual eye on her as she walked through the room.

“They know don’t they?” She stated dryly and you nodded before she turned back to Benson, “Where the hell is Carisi? He told me to meet him down here to talk deals.” The three of you glanced between each other briefly and you submitted defeat.

“I’m not calling, I’d really rather not be yelled at again today.”

“Did he yell at you?” Rita’s voice hardened as she stepped into the room and you laughed.

“Calm down. I can handle myself. You’ve gotta understand why he’s upset.”

“Fine.” She pinched at the bridge of her nose as Olivia picked up her phone, “will you be home for dinner?”

“As long as I don’t catch another case.”

“I thought you weren’t catching?”

“Rita…” you laughed, “all things considered, I’m pretty sure I’m off the Trask case now.” You glanced back to Olivia who nodded, pulling her mouth away from the receiver.

“Check where Fin is with those Manor Hill boys, start work on that, you and Amanda can switch.”

“Thanks Cap.” You tossed her a quick smile as you stood, swiftly moving passed Rita and back into the bullpen to start tackling your new task.

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The Defense - Ch 2

The One Where It Almost Happened.

Rita Calhoun x Fem!Reader

Warnings: huge age difference. Talk about physical abuse. Detailed descriptions of different kinds of toture.

AN: Hey everyone! Another one is up! And a long one! I Don’t know how long it is, but it sure is a lot! Though I’m not sure you’ll complain. I noticed I reached the 300 followers and I want to thank each and every one of you! Starting posting stories on tumblr was something I held back for a while, not sure how people would take it, but turns out I was nervous over nothing! Thank you so much for your support! Means the world to me!

- Jamie

•

“Goddammit”, Rita hissed as she hung up the phone and you turned to her in the car, looking at her distressed face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Special Victims just arrested mr. Carter. We need to go down there”, she said and turned to the driver. “Turn around Harry. 16th precinct, Manhattan”

The driver, Harry, turned the car the moment he could and drove towards the precinct.

“What the hell?”, Rita whispered and you were surprised you heard it over the screaming and shouting you were met with as you entered the squad room.

“You’re the reason my daughter’s dead!”, a man yelled, being held back by two officers, Amanda standing next to him.

“I never touched her!”, another man, mr. Carter yelled and both you and Rita noticed the blood running down from his nose. You didn’t know who the other man was and what had happened, but you had a pretty good guess.

“Shut up and take him away”, a man with a beard said and you watched as they took mr. Carter into interrogation.

“Okay why don’t you go and sit in here mr. Blevins”, Liv said and led the other man to a room next to her office.

“Come on”, Rita said and you felt a soft hand in your hip, letting you relax immediately. But just as quickly as it came, it was gone and Rita walked towards the interrogation where mr. Carter sat and you followed her silently.

“You mind telling me why my client is smothered in blood sergeant?”, Rita asked the moment she walked inside, the bearded man standing by the wall.

“Jennifer’s father found out about her suicide and came here and gave the guy a few punches”, he said with a smile on his face and mr. Carter eyed him angrily.

“Please, don’t feel so sad about it”, he joked. Rita rolled her eyes at him and turned to the sergeant. Without a word, the man left and closed the door behind him. You took a deep breath and looked at Rita who sat down in the chair on the other side of the table.

It took a few hours, but in the end, Carter decided to take the deal, statutory rape. Four years, and a $10.000 fine but it was far less than he could’ve had with the murder charge.

You admitted it was not what you had expected when you decided to pursue your career in law. You had imagined taking in buglers and grand theft, maybe some homicide, but sexual abuse and child molestation had never been on your list.

When Sonny had told you about his new job at Special Victims back in the day when he was still a detective, you’ll admit you were intrigued and a little impressed, but that was because he was fighting the bad guys.

You were fighting the good guys and you felt so disgusted with yourself. This was definitely not how you had imagined your time in New York, and definitely not already on your first day.

You stood in the hallway, waiting for Rita to finish up the paperwork and you looked at the photos hanging on the wall. Former captains and sergeants from way back in the days. You noticed one in particular.

Sergeant Mike Dodds 1978-2016

You remembered back to when Sonny told you about what happened to the guy. A DB call that got out of hand.

“You alright?”

You almost jumped on the spot, completely forgotten where you were. You turned and met Sonny’s eyes, his brows furrowed in worry.

“Yeah I’m just… God I couldn’t imagine losing a kid like that”

Sonny could see the tear fall down your cheek and walked closer to you, bringing his arm around your body. “Ya need to go home?”

You immediately shook your head, removing the tear with your hand and looked down at all the files you held for Rita. “I can’t. I need to stay and help Rita”

Sonny nodded and watched you dry your eyes just in time to hear the heels walking closer. “De Luca, you ready?”, Rita asked and you nodded giving her a tight smile. Sonny eyed you for a moment, making sure you would be fine before turning to the defense attorney.

“Yeah miss Calhoun”

“Good. Let’s go to my office. We have a few things to discuss”

You nodded and turned to Sonny who leaned in and kissed your forehead. It reminded you of the days where you would visit him with your mom. “See ya Sunday”

You let out a small chuckle and hugged him tight. “See you Sunday”

Sonny smiled and watched as you took the elevator with Rita. Rita noticed your interaction and once the doors closed, she took the opportunity to let her curiosity get the best of her.

“You’re quite familiar with mr. Carisi”, she said and you turned to her, not expecting the remark.

“What?”

“You and mr. Carisi. You’re pretty close”, she said again.

“Oh. Yeah, he’s my brother”

That was not what Rita had expected. You did not look alike at all, the age difference was significant and you certainly didn’t sound like him either.

“Yeah. I get that face a lot”, you said noticing how surprised she was. “Same mom, different dads”

“I see your mother has a weakness for Italian men”, she commented and you couldn’t stop yourself from chuckling.

“Yeah… yeah I guess she does”

The rest of the way to her office was silent and you somehow found yourself enjoying the silence with her. Most people you met had this awkward silence aroma around them and you cringed every time you had to be alone with them, but with Rita it was different.

She made everything so comfortable and calm. It had been a long time since you met someone who had that aroma, and it was nice for a change.

Once in the office, Rita around her desk, instantly looking down in the files you had placed on the desk. “Alright, first case over. You’ve done good. You obviously know what you’re doing and talking about. And somehow despite all of the things we’ve seen, you seem to enjoy it. I’m impressed”

“Thank you. I do enjoy it yeah”, you said softly and she smiled at you.

“I’m glad to hear that. Not every person would”

“Yeah, I guess I’m just different”, you said and Rita nodded.

“You definitely are”

You gave her a smile and she sat down in her seat, motioning for you to do the same in the chair in front of the desk, which you immediately did.

“If you want to continue being my assistant, I need to make sure you’re capable of actually following rules”

You frowned at her for a moment, not sure if she was joking or not. “I will not se slouching, laughing in inappropriate situations, your clothing must be nicely dressed at all times you’re with me, skirt or pants, your choice”

You listened carefully to all of her rules, and hell there were many. “If you can’t remember them all, it’s in the contract”

You nodded and Rita looked at you. You felt your heart pound. “Now that, that is over, tell me about yourself”, she said leaning back in the chair.

“Well I was born in Boston, lived and grew up alone with my ma”

“You didn’t live with mr. Carisi?”

“God no. Sonny was nineteen when I was born. He had already moved out by the time my ma found out she was pregnant with me”, you explained and Rita nodded taking the information in.

“And your interest in law, when did that start?”

“When I was in 6th grade. Sonny told me about the day he started at the precinct as a detective. He was so proud”, you said remembering how amazed you were by his description of the job.

“6th grade? When did he start?”

“2014 if I remember correctly”, you said and Rita frowned.

“You’ve must’ve skipped a few classes then, if I’m not mistaken”, she said pulling out a file from her drawer and you instantly recognized it as your file.

“I did yeah. I basically skipped entire middle school, starting in high school right after elementary”

Rita raised her eyebrows in surprise and you smiled in pride. “Really? I could imagine the high school students when they saw a 13 year old starting”

“12 actually”, you corrected her softly and she chuckled.

“Wow you are one of a kind aren’t you?”

“I don’t know, I guess so”

Rita smirked and looked down at your file once again. You sat in silence for a few minutes, her reading your file like it was her favorite book and you could swore you saw her smile.

“A GPA scale of 4.0 with 99 percent. That’s impressive”, she commented. You gave a tight smile and a nod and Rita noticed how your attitude immediately changed. “You’re not satisfied?”

“I’m satisfied, I just…”, you didn’t know how to explain it without sounding like a spoiled brat.

“It’s okay darling, tell me”

Something in her voice made you feel you could tell her anything and everything and not a single sound of judgement would come your way.

“I wanted to beat the highest GPA Harvard had ever had. But I only got 99. Someone got 100 and they wouldn’t give me a name”

You heard a small chuckle and looked up meeting Rita’s eyes. Without a word she reached in the drawer before standing from her seat. You frowned at her movement and watched as she walked around the desk and leaned against it right in front of you.

She gave you the file and you hesitantly opened it. Once it was fully open, you looked down and read Rita’s name on the top. You read further down and suddenly a gasp escaped your lips, looking up at her.

“You?”

Rita gave a nod with a smirk forming on her face and you smiled looking back down in the file. It was nothing but A+ after A+ all the way down the paper, in every subject.

“This is impressive”, you whispered and she chuckled sitting down in the other chair next to you.

“What subject didn’t you get A+?”

You froze, not sure if you wanted to answer that and Rita noticed. “If you don’t want to answer, you don’t–“

“Economics. Hated it with all my gut”, you said. Rita actually laughed at that and that strange pounding of your heart began again, making you realize what was happening.

You were falling for her.

•

As soon as you opened the door to your apartment, you heard footsteps running towards you and a smile crossed your face.

“Hi Gio”, you whispered and greeted him with a hug. The dog licked your face, but sensed your sadness and cuddled up against you.

“You’re home late”, a voice said and you looked up and met Sonny’s eyes. You sighed and stood from the floor, immediately bringing your arms around him in a tight hug and the man felt himself worry. “Everything alright?”

You nodded but didn’t say anything and despite still feeling the worry, he nodded and let it be for now. “I made ya some dinner, it’s in the fridge”, he said pulling back and you gave him a soft smile with a nod.

“Thanks D”

Sonny was about to say something else when his phone rang. He picked it up and you already knew who it was. It was quickly over and he turned to you as soon as he hung up. “I gotta go. Are you okay? You need anything?”

You shook your head and hugged him one last time. “It’s fine. Go”

He nodded and kissed your forehead before leaving the apartment. You let out deep sigh and went to the couch, sitting down. Gio immediately got on top on you and you chuckled softly, stroking his hair.

“Is it nice boy, hhmm?”

He let out a small bark and you chuckled. That certainly would not change anytime soon. Your mind wandered back to the last two days and you groaned as you kept coming back to Rita.

God why was it so difficult?! She was just a woman. Nothing else. Why were your heart pounding every time she smiled, laughed or even just spoke? Why did you blush every time she looked at you?

You groaned out in frustration and Gio noticed it immediately making you chuckle. “I’m fine boy. Don’t worry”

He nudged his head closer to your chin and you smiled, kissing his head.

•

The rest of the week went by fast, rapist after rapist coming into Rita’s office and asking her to represent them. Some of them were actually decent human beings, just being misunderstood, but most of them were generally just a disgusting pig.

Rita hadn’t exactly gone any less gorgeous and that frustrated you. Immensely. She was your boss! You couldn’t go around and have a crush on your boss. It’s just not how things work.

Nothing good came out of it. Especially with your age as well. Sure you may be mature for your age but she might not see that. All she probably sees is an 18 year old girl who skipped middle school.

Wednesday was a quick day, a man walking in with an accusation of raping his own wife. Rita had told you how many wives accused their husbands of raping them, when they threaten to leave them and wouldn’t leave a penny to survive.

This man was one of this victims and it was quickly discovered by the end of the day. That night you and Rita sat in the offices, a cup of coffee in each your hand.

She told you about her time at Harvard, how she had taken the boys and the parties. It was then she revealed she played on both sides which had made you blush furiously.

“What? Weren’t expecting that answer?”, she had asked with a smug on her face and she had touched your arm lightly, caressing it. Whether it was intentional or not, you did not know.

And when you had told, you were only into girls, you could have sworn you saw her pupils dilate.

Thursday, you needed to find a way to save a man on death penalty. He had captured and held women prisoners for more than three decades, raping and torturing them.

“This is the most disgusting thing ever”, you had said and Rita couldn’t help but agree. Normally you weren’t soft for those kind of things, taking it all like a champ.

But when the videos of the torture of the women were discovered and given to both the prosecution and defense, it was then you broke.

Rita had given you the task of looking the videos over and see if you could find anything useful. The first couple of videos were of him torturing the woman with plastic bags over their head, strangling them over and over again.

One of them he raped one of the women while she was screaming and shouting at him to stop, him slapping her so hard she passed out. The video never showed her waking up again.

But the hardest one was a woman sitting in a bathtub, several electric wires going from massive energy boxes and around her body and in the tub. The woman was sitting in the tub, screaming and shouting in pain as the wires shocked her over and over again.

The screams were the most terrifying thing you’ve ever heard. Rita had stopped you the moment she watched you cry in front of the computer screen.

“Y/n” She shut down the computer and sat down next to you, immediately pulling you into a hug, holding you tight. You may be mature for your age and braver than most, but you were still 18.

“It’s okay darling. It’s okay”

You cried harder into her shoulder, letting her hold you. It had taken you good ten minutes to calm down and once you were relaxed, you fell asleep against her, feeling save in her arms.

That night Rita gave you dinner and drove you home. Making sure twice that you were okay before leaving you alone.

You didn’t sleep that night, the screams filling your mind.

You were absolutely drained when Friday rolled in and you were going out with your friends to a bar. It had been weeks since you last drank, and you couldn’t need it more. Not since the videos yesterday.

“Who’s got you smiling like that?”, Rita asked as you sat in her office going over some paper work for the upcoming trial. She noticed you had pulled out your phone as it vibrated. She was glad to see you smile again after yesterday’s horror and she found herself liking the smile.

“Oh it’s my best friend, Jasmin. We’re going to a friend, who’s having a party”, you explained and Rita smiled.

“Well be careful out there. Wouldn’t want to lose my best assistant before her first week is over”

You chuckled and shook your head. “Don’t worry, I will”

Truth be told, you were very excited to get out of the world of law and drink your ass off. Though you knew you weren’t old enough to drink, you still did it anyway.

“How are you feeling? After yesterday?”, Rita suddenly asked, placing her hand on top of yours on the desk and you sighed looking down.

“I’m… fine. I’m fine, really”

Rita nodded and watched you for a moment, looking down at your hands on the desk. You felt your heart pound at the touch while Rita felt herself becoming more and more confused. Why were these feelings suddenly coming up? And of all people, why would the feelings come up around you?

•

That night when Jasmin arrived at your apartment, you both got ready before heading to the party together.

You took a taxi and once there you immediately knew where the party was. The house was full of people, the front yard already filled with people. Some younger, some older.

“This is amazing!”, Jasmin said, a huge smile on her face and you chuckled. “Let’s try and find Brent”, she said and you recognized the name as the boy who held the party.

You walked inside and the house was as huge inside as well as outside. “Hey girls! Glad you could make it!”, a voice said and you both turned to see Brent coming towards you.

He hugged you both, before walking over to a table, taking two drinks. “Here you go, party up!”

You took the glasses but quickly stopped Jasmin before she could take a sip. “What?”

“We don’t know where those drinks have been. Anyone could have touched them or put something in it. We will make our own drinks”, you said and threw them in the dish.

“I got booze”, you said and pulled out a vodka bottle and two RedBulls.

“Damn girls you’re ready”, Jasmin chuckled and you started the party.

•

Sonny walked into the precinct, his bag in his hand and greeted Kat and Amanda by their desks. “Hey, what did the judge say?”, Amanda asked as she stood from her seat and Carisi leaned down, kissing her softly, her hand lightly covering his cheek.

Kat smiled at the kiss, happy to see her friends finally together. “Luckily he denied the bail. Jackson isn’t getting out anytime soon”, he said and the two defectives let out breaths of relief.

“What about–“

“Alright I want all hands on deck!”, Liv suddenly said as she and Fin came out of the office.

“Cap what’s going on?”, Rollins asked and Liv turned to her.

“Just got a call about a rape at a party down at the suburbs. Fin and Rollins you go with, Kat stay here in case anyone comes in”

“Yes Captain”

•

You drank more than you probably should’ve. But you enjoyed it. You and Jasmin drank more and more as time went by.

You stood at one of the bars in the backyard with a drink in your hand. You didn’t know where Jasmin was, but right now you didn’t care. Right now you were looking at some of the girls playing in pool.

“Wow that looks nice!”, a boy came up and said and you found yourself nodding. “And the look right here, doesn’t look too bad either. I’m Daniel”, he then said, flirtation in his voice. You rolled your eyes placing your drink on the bar before turning to him.

“You’re cute, but not my type”, you said and Daniel stood tall, looking down at you. It was obvious he was drunk. Very drunk.

“At what’s the matter huh? I’m not man enough for you?”

You chuckled shaking your head. “Oh no that’s exactly the opposite. You’re too man”

You went back to your drink and downed it before leaving the bar and boy behind, Daniel smirking as he watched you leave.

He turned his head and met his mate’s eyes who nodded and the followed you to the bathroom.

The moment you reached the hallway, you felt your head turn a thousand times. You’re vision started to blur, and you felt yourself almost falling asleep immediately.

“Wow are you okay?”, a voice asked and you felt an arm around you, another from the other side. “Let’s get you to a room”, they said and you felt yourself lose control of your body.

You ended in a room and they placed you on the bed, closing the door. “Hehe let’s go. Alright you go first”, Daniel’s friend said and Daniel laughed and opened his pants.

Suddenly the door bursted open and Jasmin walked in. “What the hell is happening here?!”

She was pissed. Absolutely pissed. Here her best friend laid, obviously drugged and completely out of it. “Wow take it easy girl, we were just having fun”, Daniel said and Jasmin looked at the boy.

“You call this having fun?! Raping an unconscious girl?! Get out before I call the police!”, she yelled and people began to come to the room, hearing the screaming.

“What’s going on?”, Brent came and asked and Jasmin turned to him.

“Some of your friends were about to rape my best friend. What a party!”, she yelled and Brent frowned and turned to his friends who stared back at him.

“We were just having fun”, Daniel’s friend said and Brent hardened his eyes.

But before he could say anything. Sirens were heard and they looked at each other. “The cops are here?”, Jasmin asked and Brent turned to Daniel and his friend.

“You two stay here”, he said and left the room. Jasmin walked over to you, turning you onto your back and looked at your face.

“Y/n? Y/n wake up”

She heard the doors open to the house and two women told everyone to get out. Footsteps were heard and a woman stepped in. Jasmin looked at her. Definitely a detective. The moment the detective saw you on the bed, she froze.

“Shit”, she whispered and looked around at the others. “What happened here?!”

“They were about to rape my best friend when I came in!”, Jasmin immediately said and the two boys started defending themselves.

“Alright you two, up against the wall”, she said and walked towards them, before pulling out her walkie talkie. “Liv, we got a situation”, she said into it. “Down the hall”

A few seconds later, Liv stepped in and saw the two boys against the wall. “Rollins wha–“, she stopped as Amanda nodded towards the bed and Liv turned and saw you laying unconscious.

“Oh no”, she said pulling out her walkie talkie.

“Calling central, I need a bus now!”, she called and ran over to the bed, feeling your pulse point. It was there but very faint.

“God please don’t die, Carisi will kill me”, she whispered and called into the walkie talkie. “Fin come to the master bedroom down the hall”

A few seconds Fin came in and saw you on the bed. “Oh fuck”

“I know, I know, let’s just get her out of here”

Fin walked over and took you into his arms. “Oh man Carisi is gonna kill her”

Jasmin watched as they carried you out and Liv walked over and cuffed Daniel’s friend, walking them out.

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Tension (Rita Calhoun x reader)

For the lovely @svuboyz I just realized how shit this is. Oops, oh well.

You stood there and stared at the male behind the glass. You were absolutely sickened by what this man has done. Now that he was finally in your custody, it was time to began questioning him. You took a moment before you entered the interrogation room, Fin following right behind you. You had moved to lean up against the wall as Fin moved to sit in the seat in front of the male.

“Still don’t want to talk to us?” You had spoken with your arms crossed over your chest. The male just sat there and must stared at the table.

“Doesn’t matter if he talks or not, the girls have talked enough to put him away for a long time.” Fin had answered you. The male chuckled as he finally looked up, glancing between you and the SVU Sergeant. 

“Half those girls barely know any English. They’ll tell you anything you want to hear.” The male had spoken. This was the first time he had said anything since the moment you had picked him up. A smirked moved over your lips as you placed your hands on the table and leaned forward.

“That’s how you like them, isn’t it? You get the ones you know don’t know English so they can’t tell. You think you’re the first one to do that?” You had asked him. He slowly looked up at you and smirked some.

“What is it that you even want, detective? All those girls will say that I saved them.” The male said as his eyes danced around your body. You felt violated, like he was mentally undressing you. You rolled your eyes as you leaned in, your face only an inch away from his.

“When we found all those chains in the basement of the house, what he was that? They told us how you would break them in. How is that saving them?” You had whispered as the male stared at your chest before looking you in the eyes. He opened his mouth to speak before the door flung open.

“Don’t answer that. Now that I’m here, may I have a moment with my client?” You had heard a familiar female voice. You had turned around and stood there staring at Rita.

“Excuse me, Counselor. May I talk to you? In private?” You had spoken as you walked out of the room, Fin and Rita followed. Fin soon walked away with Olivia and Amanda who were watching the who situations between you and the perp.

“What the hell are you doing!? I understand this is your job, Rita, but this lowlife? He is a human trafficker!” You had began to argue. You had tried to keep yourself calm, but you did raise your voice a bit. Rita just watched you before turning towards the door.

“If you’re done, I have a job to do, detective.” Rita said before she turned and entered the room. You rolled your eyes as you simply walked away and made your way back to your desk.

You have asked yourself so many times how you could date Rita. She represented the put you fought so hard to put away. You knew that it must not be easy on Rita to do this to you, but you both had a job to do. You weren’t allowed back into the interrogation room and was simply told to go home, by Olivia. You had argued with her for a few moments before you found yourself in your car. You had driven back to your shared apartment you lived with Rita in and waited for her. You were going to let your anger and frustration out once she got back home. After a few hours of sitting on the couch just watching the news, you heard the door open.

“I brought subs home for dinner. Assuming you were too pissed off to cook.” Rita had said as you stood from the couch. You had crossed your arms over your chest and just glared down the taller woman.

“How could you do this, Rita? I understand that its your job to defend these criminals, but my job is to put them away.” You began to argue. Rita rolled her eyes as she placed everything on the kitchen table.

“I understand you don’t like what I do. This is what I do for a living, though. This is the exact reason why I try to do cases that I know you and the squad aren’t working on.” Rita began. You rolled your eyes as you made your way towards her.

“I hate arguing about this all the time. When I do take a client you’re trying to put behind bars, I see that look in your eyes. I know how pissed off you get but I can’t control who represents these people! This is my job, (Y/N).” Rita had said as she just watched you. A sigh left your lips as you grabbed the sub out of the bag before heading to the kitchen to grab two wine glasses.

“Let’s just eat dinner and watch some TV. Forget about this case until court.” You mumbled as you poured the glasses to the brim. Rita had nodded as she moved to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable before joining you on the couch in watching Netflix movies.

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Marvel ↴

Dating Bucky Barnes but being Sam Wilson's best friend

Dating Doctor Strange would include..

Dating Bucky Barnes would include..

Dating Sinister Strange would include..

Dating Defender Strange would include..

We weren't meant to be, so let me go. (Sinister Strange x reader)

Made for Kill. (Peter Parker x hydra!reader)

Vikings ↴

Ivar the Boneless│Fluff alphabet

Arcane ↴

The night we felt true love. (Cassandra Kiramman x fem!reader)

Arcane characters as love stereotypes.

Arcane characters as Disney couple.

Dating Ekko but Vi has a crush on you…

her secret lover headcanons (vi x reader)

Twilight ↴

10 things Edward Cullen loves about you

TWILIGHT characters as love tropes

Twilight characters dating islamic reader

hot chocolate (bella swan x fem!reader)

undying love (paul lahote x fem!vampire!reader)

dating headcanons (jacob black x imprint!human!reader)

Harry Potter↴

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Raya and the Last Dragon ↴

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My hero academia ↴

I won't let anyone hurt you! (Bakugou x reader)

Onward ↴

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Gravity Falls ↴

Cuddling with Dipper Pines HC’s

Perfect. (Dipper Pines x shy!reader)

Love languages with Gravity Falls characters

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The Basketball Diaries ↴

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Dawn of the Planet of the Apes↴

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Peter Pan 2003↴

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Vis a Vis (Locked Up)↴

Vis a Vis characters dating headcanons

Turning Red↴

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My Little Pony ↴

my MLP headcanons!

Lego Ninjago movie ↴

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Lego Ninjago characters as eye color wallpaper (tik tok trend)

Lego Friends (Friends: Girls on a Mission) ↴

Lego Friends characters and their sexuality HC's

Lego Friends dating HC's

8 mile ↴

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The Collector↴

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Rise of the Guardians↴

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Team Fortress 2 ↴

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Inception ↴

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Robert Fischer│Fluff alphabet

His guardian angel.

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American Pie ↴

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Saltburn ↴

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PEN15 ↴

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SAW ↴

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Fate: The Wings Saga↴

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‘Morning’   - Cillian Murphy x reader

Electric touch - Cillian Murphy x reader

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Maleficent

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Beasty//Yandere Maleficent X Reader

An invitation//Yandere Maleficent X Reader

Tefiti

Imprisoned//Yandere Tefiti X Reader

Elsa

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Yandere Elsa alphabet

Anna

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Moana

Ceremony//Yandere Moana X Chubby Reader

Woody

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Jessie

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Auto

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Fix it Felix jr

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Gaston

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Flynn Rider

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Tarzan

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Mulan

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Hercules

Yandere Disney And How They Cuddle//Hercules

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Serendipitous Secrets &Surprises Ch 21

Rita Calhoun x fem!reader Warnings: language, derogatory terms, canon type talks of SVU things. *there is still ONE MORE CHAPTER comin’ for ya after this*

The next morning you very easily convinced Rita into going in the side entrance, knowing she would want to avoid the press over this. You swiftly moved through security and down the hallway to the arraignment wing, you’d just rounded the corner when you heard Carisi’s familiar voice call out.

“Sarge!” You glanced around for him but were suddenly jerked back by Rita’s hand as she’d frozen in her steps. You glanced back to her, a curious look on your face,

“Baby what?” Your eyes shot back to the crowd, thinking that somehow Gallagher wasn’t in holding, but didn’t see him. Rather you saw a concerned Carisi half jogging up to you.

“Sorry, I was tryin’ to catch ya. I dunno why I didn’t think of the side entrance…”

“S’ok.” You waved it off, squeezing at Rita’s hand, “baby…what?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t be here.” She muttered and you glanced back towards the thin crowd outside of the courtroom. Then you noticed the familiar face of Isaiah Holmes talking with one of the women you didn’t recognize and it clicked. Those were Gallagher’s victims from Fordham, from the case Rita had tried.

“Hey, no, it’s not like that.” Carisi assured, squeezing at Rita’s shoulder, “none of them hold anything against you. They know you were blackmailed into taking the case, and that you went through the same things they did.

“The problem with that is it’s pretty damn easy to blame the defence when you can’t blame anyone else. They see me as a villain.” Rita mumbled and you rubbed at her arm softly.

“Except right now…you’re not the defence. We’re all on the same side here, okay?” Rita glanced up at you, there was still a tinge of hesitancy in her eyes but she nodded.

“You’re right.” She huffed, “you’re always right.” You snorted at that comment,

“I’ll be sure to remember you said that next time you’re trying to prove me wrong.” You teased, squeezing at her hand as the three of you made your way to the courtroom entrance. Rita’s hand briefly dropped from yours as she started to talk with the Fordham girls, apologizing for the way she’d treated them during the trial. You reunited with Isaiah, briefly chatting with him before a voice broke into your conversation,

“Sergeant Winters?”

“Kara. Hey…I’m glad you came.”

“I just wanna see if for myself.” She smiled meekly at you, “is uh..that your wife?” She gestured toward Rita, who had her back turned, you nodded, reaching out to squeeze her hand, unintentionally grabbing her attention.

“Kara?”

“Rita? Oh God….” The two stepped together, embracing each other in a muted conversation and you kicked yourself, of course they’d know each other, even if it had been thirty years ago they were in the same class.

Sonny pinched at your elbow, nodding his head toward the courtroom and you gently tugged at Rita’s hand, letting out a huff.

“Do your worst Carisi.” You muttered and he grinned back at you.

“Oh I’m plannin’ on it.”

You got settled in the benches, Olivia slipping in beside you at the last minute, muttering out an apology, and something about kid life. You simply smiled at her, thanking her for coming, she didn’t have to, having at least one member of the squad was usually enough, and this was only an arraignment after all. But all of you wanted to witness Chip go down, you could only hope he’d be granted no parole.

Judge Lewis surveyed through the papers the bailiff handed her after reading out the charges, you could practically see her sigh from the gallery before she spoke.

“Mr Gallagher… this is the second time you’ve been in my courtroom in less than two years. I can’t say I’m pleased to see you again. I hear we have a plea?”

“Yes Your Honour.” Buchanan started, “my client pleads guilty to four counts of coercion in the first degree, one counts of witness tampering in the third and witness intimidation.”

“I see there’s a hate crime attached to this?” She raised a brow to Carisi.

“Yes Your Honour. Mr Gallagher specifically assaulted and coerced one of his victims because she is part of the LGBT+ community.”

“Wonderful. Mr Carisi I am wondering why you would make a deal on this case?”

“Mr Gallagher is a material witness in another one of our investigations. He gave us intel that we needed and has agreed to testify to his word.”

“What was the full list of charges before the deal was in place?”

“Uh..” Sonny and Buchanan exchanged a tense glance, you could see the way Chip’s jaw clenched from your seat. Olivia had suddenly shifted forward and Rita’s hand squeezed tighter in yours as Sonny started to list off the charges, “eight counts of coercion in the first, one count of witness tampering, one count of witness intimidation with the hate crime attached and assault on a police officer.”

Judge Lewis’ gaze swivelled back over to Chip, her lips pursed in distaste.

“Mr Gallagher. If it were up to me you would be facing the full seventy years, I’m going to recommend to the sentencing Judge that they look at all of your charges, along with your previous conviction and any complaints made that the statute of limitations has run out on. I’m sure Mr Carisi can get a list of those from his detectives?” She raised a brow in his direction and he nodded, “you will be testifying as agreed upon in the deal, and I am recommending a minimum sentence of forty-five years. You’re arraigned to Rikers pending sentencing.” With a bang of her gavel, her ruling had been made, and you weren’t surprised at all with Chip’s sudden outburst.

“We had a deal!”

“Bailiff!” Lewis called, urging them to get him out of the courtroom before he could cause a full scene.

“This was a set up!” Chip whirled around, shouting directly towards Rita, “you did this you bitch!”

You promptly stepped in front of her, keeping one hand on her arm while the other hovered over your gun, eyes trained on Chip’s hands until they were in cuffs. You finally let out the breath you’d been holding when he was dragged from the courtroom. Turning you glanced at Rita, you’d expected at least worry on her face, but you were surprised with her cocked brow, the shark of an attorney had returned.

“You okay?” You still asked and she glanced to you.

“More than okay.” She squeezed at your hand and you quickly filed out of the courtroom while their arraignments continued. Carisi had just enough time between his to duck out and talk to you and Olivia.

“This wasn’t a set up, right?” He quietly asked, eyes trained on you.

“No! Buchanan was objecting his way through that, and he’ll try to make sure the sentencing Judge doesn’t get half of what Lewis wants them to. He may work at the firm but that doesn’t make him any less of a sleaze.”

“True.” He sighed, “okay, well, I can trust you two to get the list she wants?”

“It’s technically halfway done.” Olivia commented, she glanced to you, the way your eyes were searching through the hallway, “what?”

“We’ve got Dowland…we’ve got Fordham…we’re missing four years in between them.”

“He went to Columbia.” Rita commented.

“Looks like that’s where we start.” Liv said to you and you wavered.

“Should I even be on this?”

“No.” Rita cut in firmly, “if he’s already starting to go with the set up defence, your name is the first he’ll attack. He’s always free to fire his attorney and either get a new one or defend himself, and if that happens, he’ll try to get the charges dropped completely. I don’t need him coming after you.”

“I’m gonna hafta tell ya to listen to your wife on this one.” Carisi insisted.

“I’ll call Amanda.” Olivia turned, pulling out her phone as she waved a quick goodbye to the three of you.

You were about to reassure Rita that Chip would be going down when you felt your phone buzz, you pulled it out quickly,

“Winters.”

“You forgot to reroute the phone lines back to normal I’ve been getting calls from Rita’s cell all morning.” Liz greeted.

“Shit! Sorry.”

You handed the phone to Rita, digging into her purse to find hers while she took the call. You unlocked her phone and swiped through the settings until it was reversed, getting Sonny to call her phone just to double check, otherwise you’d be facing a very annoyed Mother. Rita handed your phone back to you with a sigh,

“Do you have time to drop me at the two-six or should I call a car?”

“You’ve got a client? You sure you want to go back to work already?”

“It’s embezzlement, I could do it my sleep.” You chuckled, glancing to Carisi.

“I’ll meet you back in your office for the Whitlow case?”

“Yeah. I’ll text ya after the arraignment.”

“Thanks. And hey! Make sure they keep Whitlow and Gallagher separated, last thing we want is either one of them mysteriously getting killed.”

“Noted.” Carisi nodded and you split your separate ways.

*

Much to your distaste, Amanda and Olivia managed to dig up more than a few names and statements in the short time frame they had. Everything got presented to the trial Judge in chambers before they entered the courtroom, and when they did, they agreed with Lewis. Chip was sentenced to forty-five years at Green Haven, where he would be until he was needed for the Whitlow trial.

Whitlow was fighting against his charges, but you were thankful when it too didn’t go to trial. Langan and Carisi were able to come to terms on a deal, he’d plead to sexual misconduct and do one year of house arrest. Whitlow had also been permanently barred from communications with a minor, blacklisted by all of the schools across the state, lost his job and his pension. While you couldn’t get his name on the sex offenders list, there would always be a little red flag whenever anyone researched his name. There was no way he would be hired by another school ever again.

Rita had been coping surprisingly well all things considered. She’d met with Huang a couple more times, and was slowly getting back into the swing of things at work, though she was still passing the occasional case off to Buchanan. She was now openly looking at things from a different perspective, as much as she knew it always strengthened her case when she pressed into a victim, it didn’t have the same feeling as before. She vowed to herself that she would treat them with more respect, while she would still cross them with the same intensity, she wouldn’t cross a line, leaving them some shred of dignity after everything they had been through. (Though she would still fight for her client’s innocence to the bitter end).

You were standing at the back of the auditorium at Dowland, leaning up against the wall while you watched the scene unfold in front of you. All current students had been called to attendance, and there were a number of alumni scattered throughout the room. The door creaked open and Sonny slipped through it, joining you in the back.

“Sorry I’m late…she would not back down.” He muttered and you laughed softly, “nice suit.”

“Thanks. Figured I’d class it up if I had to be here. And I told you she wasn’t gonna take a deal.” You nudged at him with your elbow, “c’mon, let her take it to trial, get her feet wet again. She’s bored as hell not being in the courtroom, and when she’s bored she cooks…and I have to pretend it’s good.”

“Fine.” He huffed out, but you could see the grin on his cheeks, “they really went through with this?” He gestured to the stage.

“Painted over a list myself.” You smirked and he chuckled quietly before you returned your attention to the newly instated Principal as she spoke out to the crowd.

“On behalf of Dowland Academy, all of our current and previous staff and faculty, I would like to sincerely apologize to anyone who was victimized while attending our school. We have teamed up with NYPD’s Special Victims Unit to ensure that anyone who is looking for help can get it, their entire team of therapists are available to us. Along with that, one of our own alumni, Sergeant Winters encourages any of you who even just feel like you might have been taken advantage of to come forward and she will personally meet with you. Any future allegations made by students of Dowland Academy will immediately be redirected to Manhattan’s SVU, where Sergeant Winters and Mr Carisi from the D.A’s office will personally handle them.

It is a disgrace that our school and students were subjected to multiple assaults over the years thanks to one of our own. While I know some of you may have been part of the so called cherry picking club, or maybe had just heard rumours of it, everything pertaining to it is completely disbanded. All of the lists have been painted over for privacy’s sake, and we will not be allowing any kind of behaviour like this going forward. If anyone has the smart idea to try to start it up again, you will be suspended, and depending on the severity, expelled.

Sergeant Winters and Mr Carisi will be back next week to talk to our current students and those lined up to start in the fall. They will be talking to you about consent, sexual assault, and be providing an open discussion on the subject. We have promised them to continue our high standards of education over into that area, and to ensure that our school is a safe place for all of our students, and that no kind of sexual misconduct will ever be encouraged again, whether on campus or at a house party.”

Her speech went on for a little bit longer before the assembly was officially wrapped up. You and Sonny made a pit stop at the coffee bistro they had on the lower level to wake up before crossing the quad towards the parking lot.

“You know, we make a pretty good team.” You smiled, cheers-ing his cup with yours.

“We certainly do.”

“Thank you, for taking this on with me. I mean, it might be nothing, or it could be a never ending disaster.”

“Anytime. I’m just surprised you took it on all on yourself.”

“After the lifetime of hurt Rita’s lived through, how could I not? I don’t want one of these girls to have to go through the shit she did thirty years down the road. And I want any future Chip Gallagher’s behind bars as fast as possible.”

“Amen to that.”

“Sergeant Winters! Mr Carisi!” You turned to see Sarah, the original victim from the most recent Dowland case jogging toward the two of you.

“Hey.” You smiled, “everything alright?”

“Yeah.” She practically beamed back at you, “I just wanted to say thank you. For helping me, and for all this, it’s way more than I ever could’ve imagined happening.”

“We just want everyone to feel comfortable about coming forward, that it’s okay to do so.” You replied.

“I uh…heard about your wife. Is…she okay?”

“She’s back swimming with the sharks in court already.” You joked, eyeing Carisi as he rolled his eyes at your insistence to get Rita back in the courtroom.

“A couple of the girls and I put this together for her.” She held out a wrapped box with a card tied to the top of it, “seeing her go through all of that and still manage to come out so bad ass on the other side of it? Knowing that she became a super cool powerful attorney…it gives us hope. That everything will be okay.”

“Oh sweetheart….that is amazing.” You took the package from her, “I’ll give it to her once I get home, thank you.”

“Thank you.” She insisted.

“Ya remember to call if you need anythin’, alright?” Sonny smiled and she nodded before quickly saying goodbye and jogging back off to her friends and you turned back to Carisi.

“How’d you get here?” Your brow furrowed as you realized the spot beside your SUV was empty, his truck nowhere to be seen.

“Cabbed. Gina’s got the truck.”

“Ah. You want me to drop you back at the D.A’s office?” You asked as you ducked into the vehicle.

“Uh…can ya drop me at west seventy-second and”—

“Amanda’s apartment?” You teased, raising an eyebrow and he sputtered, his cheeks flushing.

“Oh come on!” You smacked his arm, “it’s not like she can keep a fucking secret. Besides I had to figure out how many bodies were in each party to organize who got which beach house.”

“Ya don’t have to tease.” He muttered back and you scoffed, pulling out of the parking lot.

“Carisi Imma tease you as much as I want. You called my wife my sugar mommy.”

“Hey! I apologized for that.”

“The irony of it is if either of us were to be the sugar mommy it would be me.”

“But you’re younger?”

“It’s not about age, it’s about money.” You laughed, “she may bring in more paycheque wise, but I have more than her.”

“Yeah. I just don’t flaunt my wardrobe, it all ends up dirty or destroyed from work, why bother? And don’t worry.” You jabbed him in the ribs while you waited for a red light, “you’re not the only two who I found out got coupled up.”

“Really?”

“I didn’t say I’d tell you.” You grinned, “just wait til Friday.”

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