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New stuff to come? I think so!!! Fandoms may be different, different characters, but I’m really wanting to get back into this.

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Guys, I’ve been in a writing mood but I’ve also had zero motivation. Please send in request, it can literally be about anything.

Any character, SVU, H50, The Flash, The 100... etc.

“Since when do we not tell each other things, like I don’t know, you being the hospital?!” 

You laid in the hospital bed, loopy from the pain pills you’d received, as you watched Sonny stand in front of you with his hands on his hips. His pupils were wide and he didn’t look like your boyfriend, he looked like a detective. He was trying to get to the bottom of a situation, rather than ask if you were okay.

“Since you freak out over every little thing, Sonny.” You rolled your eyes watching your boyfriend fully embrace his over-protective mode. “I tripped over my own foot and broke my wrist and sure I bumped my head a little too.” 

“See? This is what I mean. They’re keeping you for a few hours for observation, so they called your emergency contact. You scared the crap out of me, (Y/N).” 

When Sonny got the call that you were in the hospital he swore he felt is heart stop. It was literally his job to deal with people on their worst days, so to hear that you were alone in a hospital, without a reason, he dropped what he was doing and made his way straight to you. 

“I’m sorry,” you face dropped when you realized they didn’t explain your state when they called. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I promise. I’m fine, Sonny, I swear.”

He felt the sincerity in your voice and immediately plopped himself on the side of your bed. Reaching for the hand that wasn’t in a cast, he placed a kiss, before accepting your apology. 

“Just keep me in the loop, doll, that’s what I’m here for.” 

“Next time I stub my toe, I’ll be sure to send you a handwritten letter in the mail,” you smirked watching Sonny finally show a smile. 

“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” He laughed knowing that the fall hadn’t affected the sense of humor he loved so much. 

“Can I go home now?” You asked as the medication made you crave a nap in the worst way. Sonny nodded as he stood to grab the nurse, your eyes falling closed as he walked away. 

Warnings: Based on a episode with a school shooting, language, angst, and a little fluff.

Words: 958

The last 36 hours had turned you and Sonny’s small apartment into a war zone. Only a short time before everything was perfect between you and Sonny. All of the boxes had finally been unpacked and the two of you had begun to truly make your apartment feel like a shared home. It didn’t take long for the both of you to get into a rhythm and learn how to live with each other. Dare you say, it seemed too good to be true.

But now, you found yourself living a cliche. If it seemed too good to be true, it most likely was. You both had started off the day smoothly. A shared breakfast, a kiss goodbye, and a couple ‘I love you’s.’ He’d been stressed about work, which wasn’t out of the ordinary, but he tried his hardest to separate his work and personal lives. It was the only way to keep a level head about things, so you appreciated it. But, what he did, what he didn’t do, it bridged his two lives and now you found yourself going through the motions on your own. There was no longer a rhythm and now you were cooking dinner on your own and perfecting your silent treatment.

You sipped on the rather large glass of wine you’d poured yourself and silently stirring the food on the stove refusing to even look in Sonny’s direction. The quiet between the both of you was excruciating, but you had a point to make. Every quiet moment continued to grow until it had reached an uneasy peak.

“I can’t do this anymore, (Y/N). Will you please talk to me? We can’t work this out if you don’t talk to me, baby.” Sonny walked into the kitchen hoping his words would become the white flag that signaled his surrender.

You shook your head, letting him know you weren’t ready to talk, but you were also fighting off the tears that you’d been holding back. You’d never felt a pain quite like the feeling of ignoring the man you loved, especially when he tried so hard to make things right. 

Sonny knew you well and nothing he did would make you budge. You’d have to open up on your own, which usually didn’t take this long. Rather than initiate a argument, he simply nodded and turned away. You’d open up eventually, but it wouldn’t be too much longer.

“Did you think about me,” you said taking another sip of your wine. Sonny spun around at the sound of your voice. “When you, y’know. Did you think about me?”

“I don’t understand what you’re asking me,” he shook his head taking a step towards you. 

“When you walked up to someone with a loaded gun, did you think about me? Did you think that maybe things wouldn’t go your way and you could’ve died? Did you think that I could’ve been here on my own, without you.. forever?” 

“(Y/N), I think about you everyday. Thousands of times everyday, probably. I was just doing my job,” he stood in front of you with his arms crossed. “I did what I had to do.”

“I get that Sonny, I really do. But, you’re doing what you did before you knew me, before you put this ring on my finger. You can’t just run in without thinking of the consequences to your actions, your dangerous actions.”

“I was just doing my job, (Y/N)! What else am I supposed to do? Sit aside and watch a kid hurt himself? He needed me!”

“I need you, Dominick!” You voice finally faltered as the tears you’d been hiding from him finally came to light. “I need you too and I can’t have you if they take you away... in a body bag.” 

“Hey,” Sonny’s demeanor softened the minute you cracked. “C’mere.” He pulled you into his arms as your cries turned into sobs. 

Holding you in his arms caused the situation to replay in his mind. And although he was alive and well, you had a point. He’d put himself in dangerous situations before, more than he’d like to admit, but that was also before he knew you. Sure, his life was at stake, but his consequences were his own. You were consistently on his mind throughout everything he did, but no more than ever. You wouldn’t be able to afford this apartment on your own, you’d have to keep your engagement ring in a box somewhere buried in your sock drawer to collect dust, and you’d have to live with the thought that he didn’t think of you at least once during that day. 

“I’m so sorry,” he cried from above you. “You’re right, I didn’t think.. I didn’t think it through.” 

You pulled away to look up at him and place your hand on his cheek. “Thank you for apologizing.” You stood on your tiptoes and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “I can’t do life without you, Sonny. I’d miss you too damn much.” 

“If I have any say in the matter, from now on, you’ll never have to worry about that.” He leaned down to kiss you once more only to pull away quickly. “Do you smell something burning?”

“Oh, shit!” You turned to the stove to grab the pan that was now burned black. “Guess it’s take out for us tonight,” you huffed. 

“I have better plans,” Sonny said picking you up before carrying you towards the bedroom. 

“Sonny, c’mon, if I don’t clean that it might set of the smoke alarm,” you laughed feelings his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. 

“That’s the last of my worries, (Y/N). Right now all I’m worried about is showing you how much you mean to me.” 

“No, no,no!” You walked in to kitchen to find Danny and Steve stuffing their faces and mumbling to each other. “Danny, Steve, c’mon!”

Steve turned around first partially ashamed that he’d been caught, but even more ashamed that he hadn’t heard you coming. He began nudging his partner and Danny turned around shortly after, but not until he finished the glass of milk that had accompanied your cookies. 

“Those are for the school bake sale, Danny! I told you - oh, I don’t know- only a million times!”

“Dude, you didn’t say anything,” Steve chided as he tossed the blame to his cookie-thieving counterpart. 

“I swear, I didn’t-” Danny started.

“Oh no, no,” you said shaking your head. “You don’t get to pull that one. You’ve been eyeing them since last night. You’re in so much trouble, Daniel Williams.”

In fact, Danny did know that the cookies were for the bake sale, but you’d made so many that a few going missing wouldn’t make a difference. In fact, in his eyes you should be flattered. He adored your baking and it deserved to be celebrated. By two hard-working detectives that put their lives on the line ever day to ensure the safety of Hawaii. Ok, now Danny’s just mentally rattling on. 

“Bro, she used your full name,” Steve joked before the smile was wiped off his face completely. 

“Oh no, Steve, you are guilty by association. Therefore, the both of you are going to help me bake another dozen.” 

“Oh come on, (Y/N), can’t I just make a donation? Hell, I’ll donate double.”

You shook your head and reached for your favorite pink and purple floral apron and draped it over Steve’s neck. Danny began to laugh as he saw the small apron draped over Steve’s muscular figure. He looked like he was playing dress up with Grace and he mentally swore to never forget this moment for as long as he lived. 

“What’s so funny, Danny? I look good, damn good. I’m secure, I can rock this apron.” Steve made a little twirl to show off his ensemble. 

“No, no, you look good,” Danny laughed once again grabbing his phone for a picture. 

“I’m glad you find it funny, Danny,” you smiled placing a second apron around his neck. “Because, I have two.” You grinned seeing the sight in front of you and had to admit, your boyfriend looked rather handsome in a baking apron. “Now, I have to head out to the bake sale. Recipe is on the counter, I’ll be expecting you at the school in about an hour.” 

“Wait, you don’t really expect us to-” Steve started. 

“Yeah, babe, we have work to do. We can’t just sit around and bake all day.” Danny watched you grab your things and make your way to the door. 

“Good thing it doesn’t take all day. The cookies only bake for about 20 minutes,” you smiled back towards them before closing the door. 

“God I love that woman,” Danny shook his head before picking up the recipe. 

“Dude, are we really gonna bake these? We can just pick some up on the way.”

“Are you kidding? This was your idea, so you’re gonna help.” He straightened his apron before grabbing a couple bowls from the cabinet. “You know, you’re always getting me in trouble.”

“Me?” Steve huffed. “Me? I do not..”

He soooooo does.

So... I’m thinking about being /that/ person and starring Peter Kavinsky Imagines, but only if I know people will actually read them 😂

A/N: As promised, this next part came sooner than the last two month gap. Enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Summary: Dating a detective certainly has it’s pros and cons, but when a disheveled criminal is looking to settle a score, he goes after what Detective Carisi loves the most… you.

Word Count: 1554

Warnings: Language, Hostage Situation, Violence, Stab Wound, Blood, Anxiety, Gun, Shooting, etc.

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You had been floating in and out of consciousness for the last fifteen minutes. The adrenaline had run its course and all you had left was the pure agony that had associated itself with your wound. You’d been staring at the floor, watching the blood pool around your feet, trying to hold on. Any attempt to free yourself at this point would only make you bleed out faster and you refused to allow Sonny to find your dead body.

Your eyes opened at the sound of footsteps at the door of your apartment. You felt your heart rate increase substantially and began fearing the worst. Hector would be on his way towards you to finish you off. You were taking to long to die and he needed to leave. You gathered the courage to look up only to see your front door opening and Hector hiding in the nook beside it.  Things would’ve clicked if you hadn’t lost so much blood, but you still watched confused.

A gun poked it’s way through the door, opening it wide, and revealed the man you’d been waiting for this whole time. You would’ve prayed out loud if it didn’t take so much energy. You watched him scan the room before his eyes landed on you. Sonny's eyes wide, already showing a large array of emotions, but his defensive stance didn’t falter. You felt a large sweep of relief overcome your body and a small twinge of hope that you might actually make it out of this.

You sat watching Sonny take another step into your apartment before you furiously shook your head, trying to signal that it wasn’t safe for him to enter. Hector had your blood stained knife in his hands, waiting for the perfect moment to attack and it was soon. Sonny ignored your warning and took another step forward before Hector quietly walked behind him.

“SONNY, BEHIND YOU,” you screamed as you saw the man launch towards your boyfriend. “SONNY!”

Your call was Hector’s queue to launch forward and begin slashing his knife every which way, trying to stab the man that had ruined his life. Sonny immediately turned towards his attacker and saw the knife in the air, charging towards him. Without a second thought, his training took center stage and he squeezed the trigger. The bullet entered Hector's shoulder and caused him to take a step back. He tripped over his own feet and fell backwards, and his head briefly made contact with the counter-top, effectively knocking him out cold.

Sonny walked up to the man that was now laying on the ground and nudged him to make sure he was out. When he was confident that Hector wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon, he turned to you and rushed to your side. He placed his hands on either side of your face, lifting your head to look at him. You were pale, you’d lost a lot of blood, and time wasn’t exactly in your favor. You saw Sonny, but it wasn’t clear. Your vision had begin to blur at an alarming rate.

“I’m so sorry, babe, I’m so sorry,” he stuttered as he used the knife to slice the tape. “I came as soon as I could, I should’ve- I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, you’re here now,” you whispered as you watched him remove the rest of the tape. His shaky hands were now covered in both yours and Hector’s blood as he struggled to get a grip on the last piece.

“I’m gonna get you some help, I’ve got back-up on their way.” He removed the last piece of tape and returned to look at you. His hands lightly grazed your abdomen trying to assess the situation. You weren’t going to last much longer, but he wasn’t going to move you. In his mind he’d already made one mistake, not getting to you soon enough. He wasn’t going to aid in your demise, it would be the death of both you. He whispered I love you’s as he waited to hear any sign of back-up making its way down the hallway.

Steps began behind him and he turned around quickly, “it’s about time, it took you guys-” An unexpected blow hit him and slammed him against the wall. Hector Beckett stood in front of you, no longer focused on you. This was going to end, now. He landed another blow to Sonny’s cheek and threw him onto the floor.Your blurred boyfriend laid on the ground trying to push off the man blowing punches to any part of his body that could be reached. Each hit causing the air to expel out of his lungs against his control.

You sat in the chair, unsure of what to do. If you moved, you’d bleed out faster, but if you didn’t, Hector could win. You took a few moments and looked around the room and listened in for the back-up, but there was no sound other than Sonny gasping for air. Your sight landed on the table, Sonny’s gun sitting where he left it. You took a deep breath and gasped when you felt your muscles expand around your wound. You shook off the pain and stood up, reaching for the gun on the table.

You held the gun noticing how heavy it felt. You’d never held a gun before, let alone shoot one. Hell, you couldn’t even tell if the safety was off. But what you did know, was that neither you nor Sonny were going to die today. You wrapped both of your hands tightly around the base and allowed your forefinger to find the trigger.

“Get off of him,” your voice quivered.

“Or what? You’re gonna shoot me?”

You knew you were weak and you didn’t have time to waste. You squeezed the trigger, forcing your eyes open to watch Hector Beckett fall backwards yet again. He grasped his abdomen, before trying to stand up. You squeezed the trigger once more, this time stopping him in his tracks and collapsing to the floor.

You stayed cemented in place, feeling a numbness take over your body as Sonny rushed to your side.

“Hey, hey, (Y/N), can you put the gun down for me? Doll, give me the gun.” He waited for you to look him in the eyes before nodding and removing your finger from the trigger and handing over the gun. He immediately unloaded the gun and placed it on the floor, before finding the wound on your stomach to apply pressure. “It’s okay, you’re going to be okay,” he repeated to you over and over to not only convince you but himself as well.

The team began to rush into your apartment after hearing the shots, immediately checking Hector’s body for any signs of life. With a shake of the officers head, you felt the blood drain from your body. He was dead, you just took the life of a human being. The room began to fade as you reached towards Sonny’s hands on your stomach and fell to your knees.

“Sonny, I don’t-“ you coughed watching the blood pool around his hands. “I don’t feel so good.” You watched as Sonny’s figure above you began to fade more and more as the seconds passed.

“I need a medic in here now!” Sonny screamed to the officers that had herded into your apartment. “Stay with me, don’t close your eyes!”

You hadn’t intended on giving up this easily, but with every blink you felt your eyelids grow heavier and heavier. Perhaps, this was your time to go. You’d saved Sonny and that’s all that mattered. The pain hadn’t faded, but you weren’t scared anymore. You felt the sense of calm rush over your body, similar to that of a much needed sleep, and looked at Sonny one last time before you allowed your eyes to close.

You were placed onto a stretcher and quickly brought out into the lobby and toward the ambulance that was waiting for this exact situation. Sonny hadn’t been more than a step away the entire path towards the ambulance. Olivia watched on as you loaded into the ambulance.

“Maybe this is finally enough to lock him up,” Sonny spat as he stepped into the ambulance. Olivia didn’t take it personally, knowing all too well that this was an emotional time for everyone.

The day Olivia had to inform the squad there wasn’t sufficient evidence to put Hector Beckett was one of the hardest of her career. She held onto the necklace draped around her neck, thinking about the situation she’d bee placed in. Perhaps God works in mysterious ways. Just because they couldn’t put him behind bars, doesn’t mean he didn’t eventually get what was coming to him.

Sonny felt the same way, but he’d never say it out loud. He only sat silently in the corner of the ambulance, allowing his mind to slip to the thought that if somehow he’d been able to find one more piece of solid evidence, if he’d done his job right, he wouldn’t be grasping your somewhat lifeless hand. His ears wouldn’t be ringing due to the shrill sirens blasting their way through the streets and he wouldn’t be looking down at your unconscious body through misty eyes praying that you’d make it out of this alive.

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A/N: Y’all.. I’m so sorry it took this long to post this. Writer’s block is one son of a bitch. Any who, without further ado, the next part of the series.

Summary: Dating a detective certainly has it’s pros and cons, but when a disheveled criminal is looking to settle a score, he goes after what Detective Carisi loves the most... you.

Word Count: 1370

Warnings: Language, Hostage Situation, Violence, Stab Wound, Blood, Anxiety, etc. 

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Your eyes squeezed tight before you opened them trying to gain a sense of your surroundings. There was a deep throbbing pain radiating from the back of your head, causing you to let out a groan. Instinctively, you tried reaching for the source of the pain only to notice you weren’t moving, you couldn’t. Both your wrists and ankles were duck taped to one of your kitchen chairs.

“Well, well, it’s about time,” a voice sang from the kitchen. You looked up to see Hector searching through your belongings. Most of the drawers and cabinets were open, and your apartment looked like a tornado had spun its way through. “You keep this place organized,” he said helping himself to another drawer. “It was easy to find the duct tape.”

You focused back on your hands, trying to writhe your way out. Why didn't Sonny ever share the tip of how to escape from the confines of duct tape. It didn't matter anyway, it was too late.  

“Where are the knives?” He mumbled to himself.

“We keep them hidden away so small children and serial killers can’t find them,” you sneered from the other side of the room.

“It’s not nice to call people names.”

“It’s not nice to tie people to kitchen chairs either." You continued to try to free your limbs, but any effort caused the pounding in your head to grow. It only took a few moments to groan in defeat, you were stuck. 

The harsh vibration of your phone against the counter caused the both of you to glance up. You knew it was Sonny, you weren’t sure how long you were knocked out, but you knew it was bound to happen. The image began to evolve in front of your eyes. Sonny would grow worried about you. He'd send few texts, which would tun into a few phone calls, and eventually he’d walk through the door to find your lifeless body somewhere in the apartment. You shook the thought from your head, fully knowing that thinking of the worst possible outcome wouldn’t aid the situation at all. 

You watched the man pick up your phone and read the text message to himself. “This thing has gone off four times already,” he huffed looking down at the phone. "It's kinda sweet, he’s worried about you.”

“I need to answer the phone, if I don’t-” you watched him place the phone back where he found it. “He’s going to come looking for me, you know. It’s his job.”

“Let him,” he found the knives and picked his choice. “We’ve met before. You could say we’re acquaintances.” He pulled up another kitchen chair and sat himself in front of you. It gave you a chance to look at him, to really soak in his features. To peep the man who was going to end your life.

His eyes were cold and frigid, paired with deep crows feet wrinkles.  The man that sat in front of you was the kind of person that parents warn their children about. No doubt, that when strangers pass him on the street, they shove their hands further into their pockets and take a step further towards the edge. It wasn’t a friendly face and in this moment, it was so close to yours that you could reach out and touch it. That’s if you could touch it, which you couldn’t, nor would you want to. 

“Has he told you about me?” Hector leaned back in his chair allowing a grin to form on his face. You simply nodded, too afraid to talk. 

“Do you think I did it?” 

You nodded your head once more, as you watched him play with the knife in his hands like it was a toy. 

“Yeah,” he laughed. “Your boyfriend thought so too. I’ve had a lot of shit go wrong since he accused me of that.”

The sound of your phone startled the both of you when it began ringing from the other side of the room. He let it go to voicemail and watched the look on face as it stopped ringing. The look of hopelessness and dread knowing that you wouldn't hear Sonny's voice on the other end. 

“Any who, before I was interrupted... Thanks to him,” he pointed at the phone behind him. “The second my parole officer found out I got arrested, he started threatening to put me back in. I already did 10 years, it ain’t that bad. I'd like to see some of my old friends. Oh and I lost my job. But, that’s replaceable, but you know what isn’t?” 

Your ringtone filled the room again, but this time Hector didn’t move. He just sat still, watching you twist your arms against the tape until they bled. You were beginning to panic and it was obvious, but you refused to lose your otherwise collected demeanor.

“My old lady tried to leave me. She said it was the final straw. She could never love a murderer and how was she supposed to know she was next or something like that. I tuned her out halfway through.” Your phone pinged with the notification of yet another voicemail, before he continued on. “I loved her, wrote her every day while I was in Rikers, made her my everything, and she tries to leave after one little thing goes wrong. Ask me what happened.” 

You sat silently praying that any moment Sonny would walk through that door to check on you. This was what he prided himself in. Protecting people and knowing when someone needs that protection. He knows something is wrong, you haven't answered the phone. But when he was going to do something about it.. that's what mattered.

“ASK ME WHAT HAPPENED,” he yelled causing you to practically jump out of your skin. “What happened,” you asked trying to control the shaking of your voice. 

“I let her go,” he returned to his eerily calm demeanor he had only moments before. “I let her go half way through the kitchen before I stabbed her in the heart. She bled out so fast.” His eyes had begun to glaze over as the picture of the memory began to play. He rewatched the woman he had devoted most of his years towards, begging for help. In a matter of moments, she bled out and laid lifeless on the floor.

Your phone rang for a third time and caused Hector to finally break and charge towards the kitchen and throw your phone against the wall. You jumped back once more and caused your chair to scoot back. He threw his hands against his head and began muttering words to himself. 

“I lost her, I lost her, I lost her,” he mumbled as he walked back towards you. “I lost her." He stared at you an uncomfortable amount of time before he spoke again. "I lost her and now he’s going to lose you.” The bile rose in your throat as you registered the words you’d been expecting to hear this entire time. You began to shift your body weight in an attempt to move yourself as far away as possible. But he held his hand out and steadied the chair as he pointed the knife to your chest and dragged it down your abdomen. 

You shook watching him hold the knife in his hand, trying to ready yourself for the pain that you were about to feel. You felt the cold blade skate across your skin, searching for the perfect spot, before it slid into your body like soft butter. It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would, but that was just the adrenaline talking. Every bit of breath you had in your lungs expelled as he retracted the life, leaving a thin hole in your abdomen.

You looked down, seeing the blood begin to seep out, and immediately felt light-headed. You recognized the familiar woozy feeling you felt before passing out followed by the cold rush. Please don’t pass out, please don’t pass out, you repeated to yourself try to retain consciousness.

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"Congratulations to the future Mr. and Mrs. Barba!" Olivia led the toast as she held her glass of wine in the air. 

You blushed and looked at your now fiancée feeling the flutters in your belly. You were still reeling from the fact that you’d finally found someone who planned on spending the rest of their life with you, let alone it being Rafael. Adding in the massive rock that now resided on your ring finger, the surprise party, and the couple glasses of champagne, you were feeling giddy.

“Since we’ve begun the toasts,” Rafael spoke. “(Y/N), my love, thank you for allowing me to have a presence in your life. May the following years bring joy, love, and all the happiness possible.”

“I love you,” you mouthed as he clinked his glass to yours. 

“And now that the sappy stuff is over,” Fin interrupted. “Let’s get to the point of this whole shindig. Let’s party!” 

yooooooooo i’m actually writing it as we speak... 

i decided that instead of hitting writer’s block again i’d keep writing until all the parts are finished and then update it periodically. 

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