#youngreader

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You were the youngest and the last to join the SVU squad. That meant the constant hazing from your coworkers never ended. You loved them, but sometimes the pranks were just a little annoying. Carisi always got a laugh when you would open your desk and yell because of the plastic insect or animal you found. You would just chug the item, staring him down hard as you went about your day. 

The Special Victims Unit was a tough place to be. With all the darkness you saw on a daily, you wondered sometimes if you were even making a difference. There wasn’t much you light in your line of work. 

The one thing that you always looked forward to however was…

“What do you have for me this time.” Speak of the devil. 

Barba came marching in with his tailored suit and briefcase. The guy always looked so confident and put together. Olivia walked into his office briefing him on the most recent case, and you watched through the blinds as they talked. 

You envied their relationship. They both seem to know how to communicate without even saying words sometimes. You talked to Barba too, but you’d usually end up tongue tied when he looked at you with those beautiful green eyes. You were hopeless. With a crush on the lawyer in your precinct, a district attorney no less. When Olivia exited she started pairing you up and you were thankful for the distraction. 

“(Y/N), you and Nick go check out the apartment. Maybe he left some DNA.” 

“Yes boss, on it.” You replied. Olivia smiled at you like a proud mother and Nick just laughed. 

“We’ll get on it.” he said tugging you along. 

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On your way to the apartment Nick glanced your way. “Hey, you are a lot more quiet today. Something up?” There it was, that old big brother thing he always did with you. Being the youngest, you had a feeling they all saw you as a little sister they needed to protect. 

You didn’t really mind, it made you happy they cared about you. But somewhere at the back of your mind you felt like they didn’t show the same amount of respect. It was true you were meek and shy sometimes. But when it came to doing your job, you always got it done. 

When you pulled up to the apartment you and Nick didn’t waste anytime scooping through the items. You’d already been given a warrant. The suspect stood in the doorway as Nick rummaged through his room. He looked so sure the both of you wouldn’t find anything connecting him to the victim he assaulted. You watched him keenly. Every once in a while his eyes would move to a painting on the wall. You caught the action, and when his eyes landed on you, you noticed a certain level of panic now prominent. 

“Nick,” the dark haired officer turned to you in question. You nudge your head to the painting and he caught on. 

“Wait a second you can’t-” as soon as he started to walk closer the suspect tried to stop him. You reached over going for your gun. “Stay back sir.” it wasn’t a request, he could tell by the tone of your voice. He stepped back and you kept an eye on him as Nick moved the painting. 

There was what looked like a hard drive taped to the back of it. 

“Well, what do we have here. Seems like you’ve been holding out on us. I wonder what we’ll find on this.” You smiled, as you and Nick moved to escort the man to the station.

As Nick walked past you he gave you a small pat on the shoulder. 

“Good job.” you grinned, following him out. 

On your way to the precinct he insisted that he would cooperate just so he wouldn’t have to be taken away in cuffs. Nick obliged. He'll be arrested soon enough. 

Upon arrival the three of you walked in. What you didn’t anticipate however was the suspect’s plan. He grabbed your gun from your holster, gripping you from behind and he held you in a choke hold, pointing the gun to your head. 

You struggled and every officer present drew their weapons. Barba who was in the other room even walked out, witnessing the scene. 

“Let her go!!” Carisi demanded. Nick, Amanda, Olivia, Fin. They all had their guns pointed. You tried not to move, deciding your best bet wasn’t to agitate him. He grinned, sniffing your neck and you grimaced. 

“I think I’ll keep her. “ he taunted.

“Listen, you're surrounded and outnumbered. You’re already going down for the three women you assaulted. You really wanna do time for killing a cop too.” Nick advised.

“I hear cop killers are like kings in prison.” he deflected. 

“Not if we shoot you right here.” Fin stated. “Let her go.”

You gritted your teeth when he pressed the gun harder to your temple. This wasn’t good. He didn’t seem like he’d comply. You glanced at him from the side. From the look in his eyes you could tell. He wasn’t planning to get out of there alive. You needed to do something quick. 

“Coward.” you rasped out. He loosened his grip slightly to hear you clearer. You could see a deviant smirk on his lips. “What?” he asked. Everything about his tone suggested that he heard you, he just wanted you to repeat yourself. 

“You’re a coward. “ you said more firmly. You just need to get him to lower his guard. Just for a second so you could disarm him. He started laughing loudly, flicking his gun around. As soon as it was away from your head, you bent your head low before pushing back. The back of your head hit him hard in his face and the gun slipped from his fingers. His hold faltered and you dropped low, kicking his feet right from under him. He fell backwards, head hitting the ground with so much force that he knocked himself out. 

An officer closest to him grabbed your gun from his reach and Nick rushed forward cuffing him roughly. 

“Get an ambulance in here.” Fin instructed. They jumbled around you, badgering you with questions.

“I’m fine, I'm fine.”you said rubbing your head. It was throbbing a little, but you would take the ache over a bullet wound any day. 

“Remind me not to ever get on your bad side.” Carisi said jokily. 

Barba’s eyes scanned you and suddenly you felt a bit exposed. 

“That was some move (Y/N). I’m impressed. “ you blushed looking down.

“T-Thank you sir.” he smiled and Nick patted you on the back, almost making you stumble over. 

“There’s the shy kid we know and love.” he said ruffling your hair. You gave a cute frown. 

“Even when I kick ass you discredit me.” you whined childishly. They all just started laughing. 

“That’s our job (Y/N).” Amanda added. 

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The day winded down and everyone was heading home. When the incident occurred, Olivia forced you to get your head checked. You did, rushing back to the precinct as soon as you were done to do any pre-existing paperwork. You were still at your desk when she was packing to leave. 

(Y/N), you should be home resting, you can do those later.” you shook your head. 

“I-I.. I don’t want to go home just yet.” Olivia caught the slight tremble in your hands. 

You lived on your own, chances are if you left now you’d just be alone with your thoughts. As brief as the situation was, it left a little terror in you. You could still partially feel the gun pressed to your head. You scratched your head trying to get rid of the feeling. Olivia scribbled something down on a paper, handing you it. 

“It may seem like nothing, but sometimes talking about it helps.” you took the paper gratefully. “Thank you boss.” She smiled, rubbing your shoulder affectionately before walking off. “Don’t stay too late.” you nodded watching her make her way out. 

You rubbed at your eyes standing up. “I could use some coffee.” Making your way to the small kitchen you yawned a couple times. You reached for a cup, filling it up with the dark liquid. When it was filled you took it, moving back to your desk. You sat down placing the cup down. You got back to it, signing some and placing them in a neat pile.  

When you got to one document you realized you needed the district attorney’s signature. You cursed, assuming he’d left already. When you raised your head you noticed he was still there. You just watched him for a few seconds. 

He was on the phone with someone. At this point he’d already taken his jacket off. His suspenders in plain view. You always thought that type of clothing was so dorky, yet he wore it so well. 

“Damn...I’m going to have to go in there. “ you looked down, wondering if you could maybe just skip this particular one and move onto others. To your dread, the ten papers following that one needed his signature. 

“Great.” you waited for him to get off the phone. You were hoping he would take long so you could just give yourself an excuse not to go in. Of course faith would not have it so. In a few short minutes he was back in his chair, combing through papers of his own. 

You worked up every bit of courage you could, taking the sheets of paper with you. You tried to walk as slow as possible. The closer you got the sweater your palms felt. When you were standing by the door you knocked. 

“Come in.” he answered politely. When you did his gaze lifted momentarily. When he noticed you his smile widened. “Well if it isn’t black widow.” your cheeks flushed and you closed the door behind you. He offered to take a seat but you declined. 

“I just came to get these signed off.” you informed. You held them out and he stood, taking them from your hands. Your fingers brushed and you swore your heart gave a level thump at the sensation. He assessed them, putting his signature where needed. 

“I would think after the day you had you’d be dying to go home.” unconsciously, you moved around the chair, sitting. 

“There isn’t anyone waiting for me so I don’t really see the rush.” you spoke absentmindedly. He looked you over and you mentally slapped yourself, wondering why you even told him of all people such a thing. He just gave an understanding smile. 

“I can relate. “ was his reply. You were pleasantly shocked. “You’re single!” you exclaimed. The way you said it almost made it seem like an impossible notion. Barba stopped writing, looking at you with a playful smirk. 

“Is that so hard to believe?” you shook your head. 

“S-Sorry, it’s just you’re, well you. I can’t see how you could be single.” Barba couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. “Well thank you. I guess not all women are attracted to a snarky district attorney. “ 

Your eyes wandered over him. “I can’t see how, you’re amazing.” you whispered. It was said so softly, almost as if it wasn’t supposed to be spoken aloud. Green eyes watched thoughtfully at the awe in your eyes as you spoke. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to you. 

You were young, shy, but forward when the moment called for it. And as he witnessed earlier, you didn’t need anyone to protect you. You could handle yourself. Not to mention your undeniable beauty. If anyone was shocked it was him. How had no one snatched you up already. 

After a moment of just zoning out, you finally seem to register what you said. You’d just been staring at him dreamily for a minute straight. You scrambled to your feet.

“I-I’m so sorry that was very inappropriate! I-It’ll never happen again sir I promise it was just..” Barba listened patiently as you continued to babble on. He stood, walking around the desk. When he stopped, he was right in front of you. Your words trailed off at the way his eyes studied you. 

“Sir..” It was cute how you insisted on addressing him so formally. Olivia told him you did the same with her. 

You took a deep breath. “I think I should just come out and say it since I already made a fool of myself. I have a thing for you sir.” you huffed out in one breath. He almost didn’t catch it. He did however see the way your cheeks tinged with red. The sheer innocence radiating off of you made him smile. You were acting like a schoolgirl with a crush. Barba stepped closer into your space and your eyes glued to his. 

“Well, since we’re making confessions. I have to say I’ve taken an interest in you as well.” the sincerity behind his words felt surreal. You reached over pinching your arm to ensure you hadn’t fallen asleep at the desk and conjured this all up in your altered state. He noticed, laughing. You gave a little laugh as well. 

“Just checking.”

“I’d love to take you on a date (Y/N).” Music  to your ears. You always dreamed of him saying those words. Maybe more times than you’d ever admit to him. 

“I would really like that sir.” 

“You know you don’t have to keep addressing me that way. Just Barba is fine. Or Rafeal if you prefer.” He really was a charmer. Of course you wanted to say his name, yet it felt so unprofessional. But he gave permission, so it was okay, right? Your eyes trailed to his lips. It felt as though they were calling you. When he mimicked your action you inhaled. 

“Rafael..” you mumbled out. He leaned in a little closer, handing going around your waist. His other hand reached up, thumb parting your lips. At this point you could practically hear your heart pounding in your ears. His lips brushed yours, in a slow fashion. As if asking for permission. You leaned in, mouth slanting over his. His hands kept you pressed to his body as you responded. He moved in sync, lips dominating yours. You didn’t even realize he was walking you back against a wall. When your back made contact with the hard surface a moan slipped out. 

“Mmmm..” he swallowed up each and every sound. You always assumed Barba would be the dominant type. It was so much better actually knowing than a vague speculation your mind created. His hands moved down, he grabbed both of your thighs, lifting you off the ground. You gasped, a bit surprised at his strength. He held you against the wall with ease. This was by far the most intense make out session you’d experienced. Barba was a master when it came to kissing apparently. After a few more minutes he parted, reluctantly. 

“Dinner..” he muttered. He lowered you to the ground as you tried to get down from the cloud he sent you to with just a kiss. He pulled at his tie, loosening it from his collar. You were still actively panting. When you look back you could see his pupils were enlarged. 

You let out a soft whimper. “One more kiss...”you begged. He gave a half smile, reclaiming your lips. Your hands running through his dark hair. 

Here’s something different. This project called for me to mimic Victor Rivas’ incredible black/white artwork and all 122 pages needed to be done in less than 4 weeks!!! Needless to say I almost died, but so happy to have completed the most difficult assignment of my career. This is the 11th book in the Desmond Cole Ghost Patrol series. Look for Escape from the Roller Ghoster anywhere books are sold. Out now!

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(A/N) Figured that I should be posting something..? Other than doodles- I should post some of my writings! dang, its getting Lonely here btw ^^;; 

Izuku's Sigh went Shaky, Hearing the Beeping sound of the Monitor was a The Most terrifying Thing to Hear.

"I couldn't Actually Comprehend the Fact that I was actually a Bad Brother when My Mom told Me That."

"At first, I didn't Know what Went Wrong."

"I Gave Her Everything a Little sister wanted, Toys, Books, Even Giving her My Own Phone."

"But she didn't Want it. "

"She was Never Into Electronics Nor Does she Like to sit at a Monitor to Watch Videos From YouTube."

"What does she want?"

"I Figured it All Out When That One Certain day was near and She came to My Room without a warning."

"Big Bro!" (Y/N) Just Opened Izuku's Room and Began to Jump to His Bed Making Izuku Groan a Bit while writing On His Note Book.

"Not Now, (Y/N)." Izuku sighed, Continuing To Write Down Notes.

"But Big Bro, Dinner's Ready!" (Y/N) Continued Jumping to Izuku's Bed, Izuku Furrowed his eyebrows, Trying to Concentrate On writing What He Just Figured Out. "You and Mom go On ahead. I'll Catch Up. I just need to Finish Something." The Bouncing Was Making Izuku's Hand Writing A Bit Unreadable, Like A Doctor. Even the Ballpens and Pencils were Following the The hops you made on Izuku’s bed.

"Big Bro! We need you Right Now! There's something we need to—"

Izuku didn't stop what He was Doing but He was Officially Annoyed and Pissed at His Younger Sisters Whole Shebang, "(Y/N), Please! I'm Trying to Study!" He snapped Making the (H/C) Haired Girl Stop Bouncing to His Bed.

"Can You Please Get out of My Room, Right Now?! I can't Afford Anymore distractions!"

(Y/N) Flinched at The way He Yelled at His Younger sister, (Y/N) Quickly Nodded, And She was sure as hell that She'll Never go to Izuku's Room again, (Y/N) Didn't utter Any Word and Ran to the Door and Closed it when she went to the Other side.

"Where's Your Brother, (Y/N)?" Inko Placed the Chop Sticks Next to the Plate and (Y/N) Sighed But then Gave a Big Grin, "He said He'll Be Here As Quick as Possible."

Inko Raised an Eyebrow at Her Daughter's Answer, "You didn't tell him about it?"

"He was a Bit Busy! Nah, Forgedabout it! Let's Eat!" (Y/N)'s Hands Both Collided, "Thank you for the Food!"

"But it's going to Be In a Few Days, Shouldn't you just Tell him now?" Inko Grabbed her Chopsticks and started To Eat.

"It's Alright! Instead of me Being surprised, He'll be the One who's Gonna Be!" (Y/N) Laughed, But Slightly choking At her Own Food, Coughing And Slapping her Hand to Her Chest, Inko Quickly gave her some water.

"Don't Laugh Or even Talk while your Mouth is full, Alright? You'll Choke To Death!" Inko Scolded her Daughter lightly, As soon as (Y/N) Swallowed the Whole thing in her Mouth, She grinned—

"(Y/N) was Just as Brightest as she Could Be, No Matter How Much I Snapped At Her For Being annoying."

"She Never really did Find Me as a Bad Brother.. "

"Maybe she Never even Knew That Because she never had a Family. She doesn't Know what's good Or Bad."

"I knew Deep down I'm The worst.."

"Big Bro! Big Bro!" She Almost Tripped on her own Footing while HoIding a Plate Of Sliced Cake.

Izuku was Busy Studying again In His Room, Getting Ready for another Brutal Quiz From Mr. Aizawa. "I brought You a—"

"Now Isn't the Time, (Y/N)." Izuku Harshly said, His Eyes glued to His Notebook. It was so Obvious In Izuku's Eyes and Harsh Response That He was stressed. So stressed.

"But you Need a Break, You did not actually Go to The Kitchen when Mom Called you, So All I wanted to Tell you It's My—"

Izuku couldn't Take it Anymore, Izuku Punched his Study Table, Breaking It to Half.

(Y/N) Stumbled to the Ground, dropped The Cake that was Suppose to Be given to Him, It had a "B" written Into It Using A Red Icing.

"Get the Hell Out of my Room, You Idiot! I had Enough of you Getting in my Room, Annoy me and Distract me when I'm Working! You're adopted and You're unwanted! I never asked for a Sibling To Distract me So Get out And Leave!" 

"I remembered that Scene Correctly."

"I snapped at Her."

"I was so Flooded with Work and Desperately Wanted to Become Number One, Beat Kacchan and Everything to Stand Out But At that Point, When I snapped at her, If forgot that she was My Sister."

"There was Pure rage Inside Me, But it soon Faded In a Matter of Seconds when I realized that I was Being too Harsh On Her."

"(Y-Y/N).. I-I'm Sorry, I—" Before Izuku could Even finish His sentence, (Y/N) Ran downstairs as Fast as She could. Izuku Tried to Run after her, Thinking She Was In the Kitchen—

A Look of Concern was written On Inko's Face, "Izuku, What did you do..?"

Izuku didn't Answer Her Mother at First, His Gaze went to The Big Cake That was written In icing..

"Happy _irthday (Y/N)." Was written On it, It had the Missing Letter B Which (Y/N) Took the Slice Of The Cake that Had The Letter B.

"It's Her Birthday..?"

"This is why she ended Up Like this In the Hospital Bed.. She got hit by a Truck When She ran Away IN Fear."

"Because Of Me.." Izuku Looked At The State (Y/N) Was In, The Beeping sound from the Machine, Having a Normal Heart Rate. All the 1-A Members Became so Worried and it was About time They Knew Why Izuku Want always active in classes anymore.

Everyone notices How Hasty Izuku was when It was time to go home, First, It was Uraraka that Noticed him at first, he Went to the Flower Shop to Buy Some Plain Old Roses every time It was time to Go Home.

"Izuku, Don't be so hard on yourself. We all Know that isn't true." Uraraka Tried to Comfort Hut that Only Made Izuku Start to Cry at This.

"It is, Uraraka! It's My Fault she's Like this! She's Not gonna wake up, It's Been Five Months Now!" Izuku snapped. Making the room More quiet.

"Midoriya, stop blaming yourself, It's never your Fault." Kirishima Told The Greenette. Izuku Grabbed (Y/N) Tint, Fragile Hand, Squeezing it and Started to cry Harder.

"This was the Second time (Y/N) was revived when Her Heart Rate Went Flat.." Izuku explained Out of Nowhere. "That's why she Looked so Tired and—"

Izuku Broke down In the Middle of His sentence but Was Determined to Continue, "—and She isn't Breathing On her Own Now.. Th-The Machine i-is The One That's Supporting her On B-Breath-thing.." He Pointed to the ventilator

All the Class 1-A Began to Cry at That Point, It was all Too Much, Izuku had to Make the Hardest Decision On Just..

Letting her Go.

"She's Tired, Midoriya." Shouto Told Izuku, "You need to.. Let her Go."

Izuku hid His Face On (Y/N) Skinny Shoulder, Wetting The White Fabric and Her skin. "I—..I don't want To.."

"You idiot, She's tired Of fighting, Just Look at the State she's In..!" Katsuki had Tears In His eyes, When Izuku Was Not around to Play with (Y/N), (Y/N) Would always Try to Play around Katsuki And He surprisingly Liked The Kid, But of course, He did not want to Show it.

"She doesn't even Breath on Her own Now!" Katsuki pointed to the Machine that was supporting (Y/N) To Breath.