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lyssak09 · 1 year

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Masterlist & Things I write for

AN: I automatically write the reader as female so when you re quest please please tell me what pronouns you want the reader to have. Also if requested I will and can write the reader as part of the LGBTQ+ community

Key: Italics means to be posted/its a draft

Fandoms I can write for:

Supernatural

Corpse Bride (my favorite movie ever)

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Night Court (1986)

Certain Stephen King movies: Just request one and I’ll tell you if I have seen it or not

Doctor Sleep

Charmed (the original one)

The Labyrinth (David Bowie movie)

Krull (1983)

Secret Obsession (netflix movie)

Day of the Dead: Bloodline

The Walking Dead (seasons 1-7) I get pissed with the show when I get to parts of season 7 so I stop watching and restart from the beginning of the show

Umbrellas Academy

Repo! The genetic opera

Z Nation

Warehouse 13

Repo! The Genetic Opera

Dead by Daylight

Adventure Time

The Big Bang Theory

Friends

Suicide Squad (both movies)

Futurama

Slashers: Ghostface (preferably Stu), Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Jason, Brahms Hillshire

Star Trek: TNG, Voyager, Lower Decks

Nightmare on Elm Street: Movies 1 through 3 (I’m iffy on doing Freddy because he is a dick and child rapist in a lot of the movies. But I will do the other characters for sure)

My Bloody Valentine: Both 1981 and 2009 movies so please be specific with which one you want

Markiplier & Jacksepticeye egos

Masterlist

Supernatural

Yandere Dean hcs

Yandere Shapeshifter hcs

Yandere Sam hcs

Yandere Archangels request

Yandere Castiel hcs

Yandere Lucifer hcs

Yandere Casifer hcs

Yandere Casifer with Trans!reader request

Yandere Archangels soulmates request

Dead by daylight

Platonic Yandere killers reaction to child reader

Yandere Leon with Killer!reader request

Yandere Leon with Killer!reader pt.2 request

Platonic Yandere (HOY) Trapper & Huntress with tween!reader request

Platonic Yandere Huntress & Trapper request

Yandere Nemesis hcs request

Yandere Killers & Survivors request pt.1

Yandere Killers & Survivors request pt.2

Yandere Doctor hcs request

Plantonic yandere (HOY) Trapper & Huntress pt.2

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Yandere Jake Peralta hcs

Yandere Jake with Lawyer!reader request

Yandere Jake

Yandere Rosa

Yandere Amy

Yandere Charles request

Star Trek

Yandere Q request

Yandere William Riker

Yandere Data

Umbrella Academy

Yandere Five with Soft!reader request

Yandere Five hcs

Yandere Luther hcs

Yandere Diego hcs

The Walking Dead

Yandere Daryl with motherly!reader hcs request

Yandere Daryl motherly!reader hcs pt.2 request

Yandere Daryl

Yandere Rick hcs

Yandere Grown Carl hcs

Yandere Michonne hcs

Miscellaneous (Aka writing that doesn’t have their own category yet)

Yandere Brahms Heelshire (The boy)

Yandere Elliot Stabler (L&O SVU)

Yandere Mack Thompson (Z Nation) hcs

Yandere Emily (Corpse Bride) hcs

Yandere Black Mask/Roman Sionis (DC/BOP)

Yandere Pete Latimer (Warehouse 13) hcs

Yandere Homelander (The Boys) hcs

Yandere Joker (Suicide Squad) hcs (Fight me on this)

Yandere Piper Hallowell (Charmed) hcs

Yandere Leo (Charmed) hcs

Yandere Colwyn (Krull) hcs

Yandere Danny Torrance (Doctor Sleep) hcs I love Ewan McGregor

Yandere Max (Day of the dead: Bloodline) hcs

Yandere Victor (Corpse Bride) hcs

Yandere Wilford Warfstache hcs

Yandere Antisepticeye hcs

Ocs

Tyler from my yandere song fic

Evan ( Yandere Landlord)

Daniel (Yandere Slasher)

Hudson (Yandere Cop/Sheriff)

Luke (Yandere Childhood friend/Bully)

Damien (Yandere Teacher)

Zachary (Yandere zombie apocalypse survivor)

Derek (Yandere Hypnotist/ Therapist)

Ashton (Yandere Neighbor)

Zeke (Yandere robot boss)

William (Yandere Prisoner)

Adrian (Yandere Asylum patient)

Devon (Yandere Priest)

Jason (Yandere Step father)

Max (Yandere step brother)

Anthony (Yandere slasher/homicide survivor)

Ryan (Yandere childhood friend)

Ewan (Yandere military man)

Unnamed (Yandere boss)

Unnamed (Yandere AI robot house)

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theehorsepusssy · 1 year

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Dont watch Yellowstone, tried to watch it and it was so boring I fell asleep the first 20 min, I also tried to find something to watch and didnt find anything interesting so started watching Law and Order SVU lol some episodes tried to be so weird and pervy just for shock value, also the bad acting is hilarious, love it

Omg. SVU around seasons 5, 6, and 7 were like some demented kinky shit. My favorite ever was an episode called "Head" where Amy Secaris has a brother who videotapes women pooping in Starbuck but he accidently videotapes a woman fucking that kid from As the World Turns and Diana Scarwid is the drunk as fuck mother and the story has a twist about every 5 minutes up until the last scene. I think James Urbaniak is in it too. Classic. They should've won all the Oscars that year for it. All the other seasons of SVU kinda suck. I'm a Law Order CI fan. It's so weird.

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takeeachdayonebookatatime · 1 year

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About me my name is Laura i'm born in the 90's MMPR came out the year before I was born, i love to read i'm a beta reader and book reviewer. I own 311 R.L. Stine books a ton of Nancy Drew books and about 100 other books.

My favorite genres are mystery, murder mystery, horror, thriller, suspense, ya, teen and children.

My favorite author's are R.L. Stine, Carolyn Keene, Diane Hoh, A Bates, Michael grant, tikiri herath, Candace Robinson, Barbara venkataraman and Hudson warm.

My favorite TV shows are flashpoint, castle, Power Rangers, law and order svu, rookie blue, alias, firefly, jem and the holograms, felicity, veronica mars, goosebumps, dead of summer, eye candy, FBI, the rookie, the rookie feds the amazing race, dancing with the stars, endurance, flight 29 down, battlebots, Dr pimple popper, dynasty, covert affairs and hardy boys Nancy Drew mysteries.

TV show I have watched a lot of are

Rugrats, Mythbusters, yes dear, friends, everybody loves Raymond, the king of Queens, the golden girls, full house, the Brady bunch, star trek next generation, gilligan's island, gunsmoke, the big valley, the Andy Griffith show, the munsters, the honeymooners, M.A.S.H., supernanny with jo frost, I love Lucy, Rizzoli and isles, fear factor, the apprentice, worst cooks in america, america's funniest home videos, thirty minute meals with Rachel ray, survivor man with Les stroud, dual survival, how it's made, naked and afraid, north woods law, the people's court, judge Judy, judge Alex, judge hatchett, christina's court, judge mathis, judge joe brown And yes I have watched my feet are killing me. A ton of kid shows on nick, cartoon network and Disney.

Some of my favorite bands and artists are

Celine Dion I came out of the womb listening to her, Stacie orrico the first album I remember buying. Aqua, Roxette, Daze, toy-box, hit' n' hide, Amy jo Johnson, jo jo, the Jonas Brothers, Anastacia, heart, Eurythmics, Phil Collins, Katy perry, Hannah Montana the bee gees and big time rush to name a few I also own a lot of Taylor swift and enjoy the the backstreet boys. My mom loves tina turner and my dad loves stevie nicks, they are both amazing artists.

As for movies, I have seen all of the Star Wars movies. I am evidence is a great documentary that mariska hargitay did on ending the backlog of untested rape kits.

My favorite movies are

Jumanji, the Poseidon Adventure, Night of the comet, panic room, flight plan, contact, rv, mmpr the movie, aquamarine, turbo a power rangers movie, perfect body, stick it, home alone, the hunger games, spy kids jurassic park despicable me, secret life of pets, princess diaries, scooby doo, was a huge fan of Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen, I really like Hayao Miyazaki and Studio Ghibli films. Anything Nancy drew related, Pixar or Disney anime is cool.

Some of my social media pages are :

my tumblr https://takeeachdayonebookatatime.tumblr.com/

My twitter https://twitter.com/Laura8759 Has 243 followers

my Instagram https://www.instagram.com/laura8759/

I also have a goodreads

here is a page full of 122 reviews

https://www.goodreads.com/review/list/28121506-laura8759?page=1&shelf=review

#lawanddisorder #oliviabenson #mariskahargitay #books #read #reader #reading #bookreviewer #betareader

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agentcable · 3 months

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Law & Order Special Victims Unit Season 22 Ep. 1 "Guardians and Gladiators" Recap

The Special Victims Unit was called in to investigate after Blake Morris, a black man, was accused of sexually assaulting a man and harrasing a woman and her son in Central Park. Morris claimed he was innocent. A new suspect was found, leading to Morris' acquittal. However, Morris filed a lawsuit against Special Victims Unit, causing the community to lose trust in law enforcement.

If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

The first episode of season 22 is based on the Central Park birdwatching incident. The episode follows the investigation for an hour. Olivia Benson and her squad investigate a rape in the same area of Central Park where Amy Cooper, a white woman, called the New York City Police on innocent birder Christian Cooper, a Black man, in June.

In the fictional version presented on Wednesday, a white woman calls the police and reports a Black man who is exercising near them in the park, claiming that he is "scaring my son". The situation escalates when the boy discovers a man in the trees who is injured. The woman even insists that she is "not one of those Karens", which is questionable. Upon the arrival of the uniformed officers, a physical altercation ensues, resulting in the exerciser being handcuffed. SVU arrives next. Eric Aquino, the man found in the bushes, was raped and is in bad condition. He is unable to identify his attacker.

Olivia and Fin feel the pressure to keep things moving as the crowd grows and everyone holds their cameras to capture the action. Since the exerciser, Jayvon, is uncooperative and has two outstanding warrants, they decide to arrest him and take him to the station. However, it should be noted that Jayvon's warrants were for protesting. He has no history of violent offenses. He was rightfully angry that the police assumed he was involved in the rape. They were only in the park because of the racist woman's false call.

After they realized Jayvon was innocent, he sued the department and specifically named Fin and Olivia. Deputy Chief Garland warned Fin that with the current anti-police sentiment, a "purge" is coming, and no one is safe, including himself, Fin, and Captain Benson.

Olivia speaks with Internal Affairs to give her statement about what happened. During the interview, a Black officer points out that Olivia never checked the white woman's priors. Olivia is surprised to learn that the woman has a history of making false reports and also has a restraining order against her. Olivia also mentions that she and Amaro had encountered Jayvon before during a stop-and-frisk when they were looking for a serial rapist years ago. Olivia is visibly upset as the interviewer explains that there are two types of white cops: gladiators, who are racist and struggle to contain their anger towards her, and guardians, who consider themselves allies but refuse to work on dismantling their own biases. Olivia later tells Garland that she is reeling from this information.

At the precinct, Rollins and Kat locate a man who shouted "Defund the police!" during Jayvon's arrest. However, it is discovered that he had met Eric at a bar earlier that night and had gone with him to the park. The man is arrested, but during Fin's testimony at the grand jury proceedings, things fall apart when the jurors bein questioning his involvement in the shooting from the previous season. During a heated argument outside the courtroom, Fin accuses Carisi of being a racist from Staten Island. The argument is interrupted by the arrival of Punchable Face's lawyer, who informs them that his client will testify before the grand jury. PF testifies that he had consensual oral sex with Eric in the park but went home before anything bad happened to Eric. He tearfully tells the jury that he, Eric, and Jayvon are victims because the cops are lying. The grand jury votes not to move ahead with the case, and Punchable Face goes free.

Eric's family is incensed when they hear the news. Kat and Rollins are yelled at by Jayvon Brown's brother, who blames them for the situation. Olivia finds her son Noah watching the video of Jayvon's arrest and he asks her if she's a racist and if she has apologized to Jayvon. The following morning, Olivia goes to the park to inform Jayvon that the woman who called the cops on him has been charged. He lost his job, and he's angry that PF left. "The NYPD has, I have a lot of work to do," she tells him. "Yeah," he says before jogging away.

Central Park Birdwatching Incident

Amy Cooper (unrelated to Christian Cooper) was walking her dog in Central Park's Ramble on May 25, 2020. The incident occurred on the same day a the murder of George Flyod in Minneapolis. Both events received immediate media coverage because videos of them were shared on social media.

While birdwatching in the park, comic book writer and editor Christian Cooper noticed that Amy's dog was running free without a leash, despite the requirement that dogs in that are be on-leash according to the Central Park Conservancy, which manages the park under contract with the city. Christian asked Amy to leash her dog, but she refused. According to Christian, he told Amy that if she continued to do as she pleased, he would do the same, but she would not like it. He then called the dog over to him with a treat. Amy responded by shouting, "Don't touch my dog!" Christian explained that he frequently encounters dog owners who do not leash their dogs in areas where leashes are required. This is harmful to birds an disrupts birdwatchers like himself. He carried dog treats to offer to off-leash dogs as a method of tricking owners into leashing their dogs. He found that dog owners tend to distrust strangers and will leash their dogs to prevent them from taking the treat. Amy became upset and threatened to call the police, leaading Christian to begin recording on his cellphone.

In Christian Cooper's video, Amy Cooper approaches him and asks him to stop recording while pointing her finger in his face. He asks her to stay away from him, and she responds by threatening to call the police. She called the police and falsely reported that an African American man was threatening her life while recording her in Central Park. The video ends with Christian thanking her as she leashes the dog. According to the police, both individuals had left by the time they responded.

The video of Amy Cooper, who called the police on Christian Cooper in Central Park, went viral after Christian's sister posted it on Twitter (now known as X) and he shared it on Facebook. Amy's behaviour in the video was heavily condemned. She was accused of falsely presenting herself as being in immediate physical danger. This was in the context of the tendency for people and police to treat Black people with suspicion. In the video, Amy was seen dragging her cocker spaniel by its collar. On May 25, she surrendered the dog to the shelter from which she had adopted him two years before. The shelter's veterinarian evaluated the dog on June 3, and it was returned to her.

Amy Cooper was charged by the Manhattan District Attorney with filing a false report on July 6, 2020. The misdemeanor carries a penalty of up to one year in jail. During Amy Cooper's court appearance in October 2020, the New York County District Attorney's prosecutors disclosed that a 911 dispatcher had made a second call to her. However, in February 2021, the charges against her were dropped after she completed a five-session educational and therapeutic program that focused on racial identity.

After watching the video, Amy's employer, Franklin Templeton, put her on administrative leave while they conducted an investigation. The next day, the company terminated her from her position as head of the firm's insurance investments. In the statement, Franklin Templeton stated that they do not tolerate any form of racism.

The August 3, 2021 episode of the podcast "Honestly with Bari Weiss" titled "The Real Story of 'The Central Park Karen'" describes the incident and suggests that the original media reports were biased against Amy Cooper. Amy released her own op-ed in "Newsweek" on November 7, 2023, detailing her vision of the event and the long-term damages she has faced. In both the podcast and op-ed, Amy claimed that Christian's actions had made her feel threatened. "As a woman alone in the park, I felt like calling 911 was my only option." The speaker also revealed that she had received death threats and was doxxed, which caused her to feel suicidal and ultimately led to her leaving the United States.

Amy Cooper filed a lawsuit against Franklin Templeton on May 25, 2021, alleging wrongful termination. She claimed that the company violated several anti-discrimination and defamation laws when they fired her. In her lawsuit, Amy Cooper described Christian Cooper was a birdwatcher who had a history of aggressively confronting dog owners in Central Park who walked their dogs without a leash. Christian Cooper intended to make dog owners feel unsafe. Franklin Templeton stated that they responded appropriately. The company defended against the baseless claims made against it. In August 2021, the company requested the dismissal of the lawsuit. On September 23, 2022, the lawsuit of wrongful termination against Franklin Templeton by Amy Cooper was dismissed. As of May 19, 2023, Cooper has appealed, but the Manhattan appeals court dismissed the appeal on June 8, 2023.

#USA #TV Serie #Crime #Drama #2020 #Law and Order #SVU #Law and Order Special Victims Unit

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years

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Uncle Nick

Warnings: flirty and fluffy. Nick with kids makes me clucky.

WC: 747

Enjoy x

Through thick or thin was the only way to describe your friendship with Amy, she was your soul mate and best friend. You had been through so much together that you didn’t know how either of you were still standing, but yet here you were, both breathing and living in Manhattan.

Amy was a dental assistant, you were a Detective with SVU. Amy had all the luck with the guys and when she married Ethan she thought her life was set. Amazing brown stone, amazing career, amazing husband, amazing friends and an amazing life. The perfect life lasted 3 years, Aiden was 2 and Amy had just given birth to Aaron when everything blew up in her face, she finding out Ethan had been cheating on her even before they were engaged. Taking everything in her stride she raised the boys on her own in the brown stone, her mum and dad coming into town when they could between work and you helping out whenever you knew she needed it or asked for it.

The boys adored you, but Nick more so, he being the only male around them both often. It melted your heart when they called him Uncle Nick and your heart swelled when they would cuddle up with him on the couch, they would hold hands when you guys were all out together, when he would lay on the floor with them playing with toys or when they would fall asleep on his shoulder. Every month you and Amy picked a morning or lunch time and Nick would go over and watch the boys, often taking Zara and or Gill with him while you guys had some girl time.

Amy had just started to see another dental nurse that she had met at a training day. Jim was also a single Dad and you hadn’t seen Amy this happy in a long time. You and Nick had told her to go for it and you all came to agreement that you and Nick were more than happy to work around work so you could look after the boys while she went out on dates. Nick had already brought tickets to the hockey with Gil, so it was only going to be you and the boys till Nick dropped Gil home and made it back to the brown stone.

The boys had been amazing as always. You played, coloured, fed them, bathed them and had finally sat down to watch some cartoon before bed when Nick finally turned up, knocking quietly on the door,

“Is that Uncle Nick?” Aaron looked up at you.

“Sure is buddy” you ruffled his hair and moved to get up.

Both boys jumped down off the couch and ran to the front door. You opened the door after moving both boys away from it and they pounced on a squatting Nick wrapping their arms around his neck, both excited to see him with big smiles on their faces. Nick stood up picking them both up and he lent over kissing you hello,

“Hey baby” Nick winked at you “You two had fun tonight?”

Both of the little boys nodded and smiled and Aaron rested his head on Nick’s shoulder sucking his thumb.

“Uncle Nick, can you read us a book before bed?”

“Sure buddy. Toilet, teeth and bed. I’ll be up in a minute” Nick placed both little boys down on the ground and they both ran to you giving you a kiss on the cheek and a hug, running upstairs.

Nick walked over to you wrapping you in his arms lifting you slightly so you were up in your tippy toes as he walked you backwards inside the door, kissing you deeply as he walked back,

“Think they will take long to fall asleep?” Nick started to kiss along your jaw up to you ear pushing his hips into you.

“They shouldn’t do” you whimpered, your hands gripping onto his shoulders “I took them to park before dinner” you bit your bottom lip as you felt your cheeks heat up.

“That’s good” he purred “I want to make out with the baby sitter”

“Uncle Nick” You both pulled away from each other when you heard Aiden yell from the bedroom.

“Coming” he yelled back “Won’t be the only time I’ll be coming tonight” Nick muttered to you peaking your lips and pulled away from you to walk up the stairs winking over at you.

“I’ll be waiting.”

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#nick amaro #nick amaro x reader #nick amaro x you #nick amaro x #svu x reader #law and order svu #SVU fanfiction #SVU FANDOM #svu fan #nbc svu

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tunemyart · 2 years

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okay so... in Conviction they’re all in the homicide bureau, right? so why are there so many rape cases... and why is the central conflict in this ep about the ethics of making a deal on a rape case to break open a medical case

#i just! don't understand! what are these cases???#alex cabot are you the bureau chief of homicide or what??#also i very much dislike that they've set up jessica and alex to hate each other based on the fact #that they both have a thing with mr. season 2 discovery captain man #also obligatory: how easy would it be to have some commentary #any commentary!#on the fact that alex cabot was forged in svu if they're gonna insist on doing these cases!#also also i skipped an entire episode bc it was about frankie rizzoli and would like to retract my opinion #he is the most offensive of the white men in this case #amy watches conviction (and it's a mistake)

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ssa-thotchnerr · 3 years

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Nothing Personal

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!Reader, Jacob Barber x Hotchner!Reader

Summary: After leaving the BAU, the Hotchner's relocate to a small city in Boston. It's there that Y/N Hotchner meets her new best friend, Jacob Barber. After being friends for years, it turns to something more. But it all flips upside down when Jacob is accused of murdering their classmate Ben Rifkin, and Y/N's dad is hired by the Rifkins.

a/n: here's another one of Amy's 2am ideas!! So, my plan for this is that the first few chapters will be Y/N and Jacob as 14 year olds(they get together when they're around 15) , and then the rest they'll be 17-18! Jacob is accused when they're older!!

a/n: this is pretty much just Jacob and Y/N’s first meeting, and then Hotch being a very annoying and embarrassing dad cause we all know he IS ONE!!! it’ll get better, I promise!!

Word Count: 1.8k words

Warmings: mentions of death, loss of a parent, some angst, swearing

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"Y/N, you're gonna be late!" Hotch yelled up to you, you couldn't count on one hand how many times you'd heard that this morning.

"Yes, dad, I know!" You yelled back, hopping around your room as you tried to put your shoe on. "You've told me 11 times in the space of 45 minutes." You told yourself that last part as you finally managed to pull your shoe on. You grabbed your backpack and jacket as you ran down the stairs.

"Alright, Jack, let's go!" Hotch called out to your younger brother. "I know you're mad I got you up early but they wanted you to be there early, you've got a guide or something for the first few days." Your dad told you.

"Oh good, that sounds fun," You mumbled disinterestedly. Hotch sighed at your mood, he couldn't really blame you though, after all, you'd gone through so much in your 14 years of living and you just couldn't seem to catch a break. You watched as Jack ran past you and your dad and right outside.

"I know you're not overly happy about all of this, Y/N, but just...try and make a friend? Who knows, maybe you'll fit right in," Hotch said. You shook your head and then looked up at your dad. As much as you wanted to give your dad a break, after all, he was feeling the same way as both you and your brother were, this was a whole different state, living in Newton in Boston was very different from Washington. Your ego had gotten the best of you and you spoke before you could stop yourself.

"I fit in at my old school," And with that, you walked out of the house. Hotch sighed as he watched you get in the front passenger seat of the car, a hard stare on your face as you scrolled through your phone. He locked the front door, then got in the car to drive you and Jack to school. You and Jack were both in middle school, but different grades, Jack being 11 and you being 14, at least Hotch wasn't driving halfway across the city. As your dad pulled up outside the school, you saw how much different it was to your old school.

"Okay, have a good first day alright? Jack, behave, Y/N, behave," Your dad warned you both. You and Jack nodded as you got out.

"Bye dad!" Jack said, looking back as he followed you into the school.

"I have to be friends with the new kid today, do you know how practically awful that is?" Jacob said, making Laurie laugh as she drove him to school. He sat back and crossed his arms with a dramatic huff.

"Jacob, that's enough. I mean, what if you really like them?" Laurie asked, pulling up behind a black SVU. Jacob watched as a girl got out, and then a boy he could presume to be a younger sibling follow after her.

"Yeah, I think that's very unlikely, mom," Jacob said, picking has backpack up and getting out of the car.

"Be nice to them, Jacob, and have a good day," Laurie said, watching as Jacob slung his backpack over his shoulder and shut the car door.

"Alright, I get it. Bye mom," Jacob waved goodbye to his mom and followed behind the girl and her sibling, who made their ways to the office, the same as he would. The girl stood and registered her and her brother.

"Jack and Y/N Hotchner," You said, looking down at your younger brother as he stood beside you. The office woman pointed to two seats and you and Jack went over to sit. As you came away from the desk, you turned to see the figure standing behind you. You gave him a small smile as he looked back at you, looking like a deer caught in headlights. You turned back to face your brother and you sat beside him. Jacob shook his head as he stepped forward.

"I'm supposed to be guiding one of the new kids around," Jacob told her, his attention once more wandering off to you, but you seemed interested in anywhere but here.

"Well, you're in time, you're leading the girl over there, her name is Y/N," She said, pointing over to you and your brother. Jacob nodded and walked over to you, watching as you looked up at him.

"Hi, I'm uh-Jacob, I'm your...your guide, I guess?" You smiled up at him, you couldn't help but feel bad for him with the amount of stammering he'd just done.

"I'm Y/N," You introduced yourself. "This is my brother, he's a pain in the ass and thankfully not in our grade." You said, pointing down at your little brother as you stood up. Jack huffed as he looked up at you.

"I have a name, Y/N," Jack said, shaking his head as he looked at you. You shrugged and looked down at him, a small smirk on your face.

"It doesn't matter, Jack," Jacob stood awkwardly as you bickered with your brother. "Alright, I think I have to go, but have a good day alright, don't be too weird and try make some friends." You said, looking back at Jacob, who smiled at you.

"Are you ready to go?" Jacob asked you. You nodded and followed Jacob around. "So...you're new here?" You nodded and looked at Jacob, he was very, very awkward. "Where are you from?"

"Washington, my dad worked at the FBI and we had to move out here," You told him, sighing as you remember just how much you missed the rest of your friends and family that stayed back in Washington. "He's working as a DA now, we moved here like 2 weeks ago." You said.

"My dad's a DA too," Jacob said, watching as you smiled and looked at him. "Maybe they'll be friends." You laughed at Jacobs comment and shook your head.

"The day I see my dad make friends is the day I'll believe in religion," You said, shaking your head. The halls were empty since everyone else was in class, and there wasn't much time left of the first class.

"You and your brother seem close," Jacob said. You chuckled as you shook your head, looking down at the ground as you sighed. You and Jack had always been close, especially after your mom had died. Jack wasn't quiet old enough to remember, but you were, you remembered helping your brother hide and telling him to be quiet, your brothers life thrusted into your hands at the age of 8 years old. You remembered hiding in the closet in your room, having to stay as quiet as you could and then coming out to find your dad crying over your moms body. "Hey, are you alright?" You shook your head as you rid yourself of the trauma that you'd unintentionally resurfaced from within yourself.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," You said, looking up at Jacob. He didn't look too convinced, but he didn't want to press, after all, he'd only known you for half an hour. "I just got distracted by the fact I have no friends other than my eleven year old brother." You said, making Jacob laugh.

"Well, I'll be your friend, Hotchner," He said, you shook your head at the nickname he'd given you. "What?"

"Don't call me by my second name, my dad coined Hotch or Hotchner years ago," You told him. Jacob chuckle as he nodded, sticking his bottom lip out.

"Alright, I'll think of something, I'll see you later."

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You’d spent lunch and the rest of your day with Jacob, who admittedly, you were beginning to think he could make your whole situation a little bit better. You’d shown him pictures you’d taken with Emily, Spencer and JJ back when everything was normal.

Well, your version of normal.

“Y/N,” You were laying on your bed, earphones shoved in your ears blaring some Paramore song as you texted Jacob. Hotch sighed as he sat down on your bed beside you, you were that engrossed in your phone that you didn’t even notice your dad had sit down beside you. “Hello? Earth to Y/N!” Your dad said, pulling your earphones out and grinning when you jumped in surprise.

“Jesus, dad, don’t do that!” You whined, putting your phone down on your lap. “What do you want?” You asked him.

“What, I can’t say Goodnight to you anymore?” Hotch asked you defensively. You narrowed your eyes as you looked up at your dad.

“Not without wanting to know something,” You mumbled. Hotch laughed as he put his arm around you, shaking his head in surprise when you cuddled into him. “Listen, I’m tired.” You defended yourself.

“I’m not bothered, and speaking of being tired, it’s 1 am, why are you still up?” Your dad asked you. You looked up at him and shrugged. “Nothing to do with whoever you were talking to?” You shook your head tiredly as you yawned. “Oh, so now you’re very suddenly tired?”

“Of course, I had a very long day,” You said, smiling to yourself as you started to fall asleep, only to groan as your dad lifted you up. “Wow, that was incredibly horrible.” You mumbled, falling into the space that your dad once occupied.

“Like I said, it’s 1am, Y/N, go to sleep and stay off of your phone otherwise I’ll be taking it,” Hotch threatened you playfully. “Alright, Goodnight, Y/N.” Your dad said, kissing the side of your head as you let out a tired sigh.

“Goodnight, dad,” You said, twisting on your side and waiting until you heard your dads bedroom door shut, then you grabbed your phone again. “Oh, aren’t you a gullible parent?” You said, laughing to yourself as you started to text Jacob again.

#criminal minds #hotch x daughter!reader #hotchner!reader #agent hotchner #criminal minds fanfiction #jack hotchner #aaron hotchner #defending jacob #Hotch x fem!reade #jacob barber x fem!reader #fem!reader #andy barber #laurie barber

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taylorkellyreporting · 3 years

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SEASON 18 LET’S GO!!!!

i might be caught up before the new ep woah

me: i’ll catch up on the new season tomorrow

also me: *pushes play on the first episode*

“at least i’m back in the OR” “ha!” pls

HELP I THOUGHT HAYES WAS PROPOSITIONING BAILEY DKFKGJGJFJDJSK

i did not like owen’s mom’s reaction to leo wearing a tutu

love that megan is back!!!

jo’s hair 😭😭💀

“good for you!” lmao

i feel like they’re going to make me dislike link this season :/

ik this isn’t svu but every time i see dr. hamilton i think of chief dodd’s

“you know, the constant motion” pls

woah he has parkinson’s

woah nick and meredith have hella sexual tension

“tell me more and tell me slow” oh he’s a freak

A STRAWBERRY??? 😭😭😭

oh something is definitely going to happen between amelia and kai and i am here for it

fuck that ^ i want something to happen between me and kai

i am so in love with addison montgomery

see i hate the way helm acts sometimes

that elevator scene made me cry

i’m so happy the kidney transplant worked!!!!

lmfaoooo “people are dying to get in here”

ADDIEMELIA 🥺

a foursome plssss

addie’s crying bc bailey looks nothing like derek

amelia fondly watching her family leave me alone i’m emo

oh no addie’s patient

carina deluca my love<3

uh oh is something wrong with megan’s son?

love that intern doing the superhero pose

oh addie and amy sharing that they experienced suicidal thoughts during the pandemic is breaking my heart

mom!jo has my whole heart

i was gonna be like “grey’s wouldn’t kill off megan’s son” and then i remembered samuel

not this dude blaming owen as if his friend wasn’t going to die anyway

“look at you, amelia shepherd, all grown up.” 🥺🥺

baby luna is so precious

so when the promo for the crossover came out, i thought that it was amelia they showed crying in the o.r, but i watched it again and omg it’s megan!!! now i’m wondering if they kill off owen, teddy or megan’s son 😩 so in conclusion:

#grey’s lb #long post #grey’s anatomy #meredith grey #amelia shepherd #addison montgomery #jo wilson #cormac hayes #atticus lincoln #teddy altman #owen hunt #megan hunt #levi schmitt #richard webber #miranda bailey #winston ndugu #ben warren #maggie pierce #luna wilson

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lonely-night · 2 years

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MY STUFF

hello, before you decided to follow this blog, you’re welcome to check the fandom list below to make sure you won’t stumble into something you don’t want to see. pairing is listed as well, so antis dni, or you’ll get blocked.

GIFSET

Bering and Wells

- notting hill au - imagine me and you au - the time I watched Zoo CBS and accidentally made a spinoff show of Bering and Wells - when b&w literally stands for black and white

Warehouse 13 & SVU crossover - Myka/Alex

Myka Bering’s Ex Girlfriends Cinematic Universe

Law & Order SVU - Alex/Olivia

Elementary & SVU crossover - Alex & the squad, Alex/Joan

Star Trek Voyager - Janeway/Seven

Star Trek Picard - Raffi/Seven

The Wheel of Time - Moiraine/Siuan

Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries - Phryne/Jack

Miss Sherlock - Watolock

Alive: Dr Kokoro, the Medical Oncologist - Onkaji

Random Jdrama/Jmovie

The Worst Witch - Hicsqueak

Scott and Bailey - Gill/Rachel

MCU - BlackHill

Person of Interest - Root/Shaw

OUAT - Swan Queen

Orphan Black - Cophine

Pitch Perfect - Bechloe

The Fall - Stella/Reed

Xena Warrior Princess - Xena and Gabrielle

Cobie Smulders

Joanne Kelly

Jaime Murray

Hayley Atwell

Michelle Yeoh

Amy Acker

Raquel Cassidy

Stephanie March

Michelle Dockery

Multifandom

Bering and Wells + Root and Shaw parallels

Fic recs edits

Lockscreens edits

Aesthetics

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FICS

FANVIDS

#rambling tag #main page for my blog i guess???#since the app cant see this #unless you use the desktop ver #sooooo im just gonna post here #no need to reblog #its just a main menu for me to put all my stuff here #and put a link on bio #will update time to time #(if i post new stuff)

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chelseaheskett · 3 years

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12:14PM, TUESDAY. AUGUST 11TH, 2020.

She’d been in this situation so many times. Too many times.

The drive down to Charlotte after her second round of artificial insemination, sitting in the clinic waiting room with her Mom by her side. Holding her hand and praying. Chelsea tried not to get her hopes up, tried to bury the excitement. The first round had been unsuccessful. So much of her money and savings spent, just for it to fail. Her doctor greeted them with a huge smile on her face. Ushered them inside her office.

A pee-on-a-stick pregnancy test from a grocery store she’d never been to before. New town, new city. All the way on the other side of the country. No Mom to hold her hand this time. Chelsea shyly smiled at the checkout person when they scanned it through. Snuck it off to the nearest restroom. Washed it off and boxed it up, after the result came through.

Her doctor’s office after lots of dizzy spells. Nausea. Rocking three kids, three toddlers, in a stroller back and forth with her foot while she waited for a diagnosis. A reason for all her symptoms and sickness.

This time it was a self-service checkout. The same grocery store she always went to. She avoided the aisle with the eggs. Bagged up the test on her own and drove home. Took it into the bathroom off the entryway, so she didn’t have to run into her Mom looking after the kids. It was just a precaution. She just had to rule it out. It was impossible for the test to be positive, anyway... until it wasn’t. 'Til it wasn’t impossible and it was positive. “I gotta duck out again, I’ll be back!” Chelsea called out, already halfway out the front door. She drove back to the store, foot a little heavy on the gas. Parked the car the way Elliot usually would: poorly, and practically illegal. Shoved two different brands of take-home pregnancy tests into a bag. Just to be sure. Just to rule it out. False positives happened.

Three false positives in a row didn’t look too good. Chelsea loved probability. Tutored Jenny in Math all the time. She was a numbers person, okay? She typed them into her phone, over and over, searching for a doctor’s office with any available appointments. Drove half an hour into the city to see somebody, anybody. The guy didn’t ask her any questions. No medical or family history, nothing. Chelsea didn’t choose to tell him anything, either. Didn’t say I have four biological children under the age of four, a teenage step-daughter, and a husband who got a vasectomy. Told him about the three at-home pregnancy tests, though. He got her to pee in a cup. It was any wonder Chelsea had anything left, after all of her previous attempts. She asked for a blood test, too. Didn’t mind waiting a few days for the results, she just needed to be sure. A nurse came to draw her blood and then handed her off to somebody else. Another doctor in the clinic for a sonogram.

The urine test was positive. Chelsea refused to believe it. Got changed into a gown for the ultrasound and hitched her legs up in the stirrups. The doctor got going with the wand, making small talk. Chelsea nodded; replied like a robot. Clenched the fabric of the gown around her stomach to keep her hands from trembling. Shifted around, uncomfortable, from the pressure of the wand moving around inside of her. She refused to look at the screen until the doctor pointed it out to her, lining over the image with his fingertip.

“Here’s the yolk sac.” He said, before moving his finger out. “And the gestational sac…”

Chelsea nodded again. Quick, frantic. Grit her teeth to keep from crying.

“And this tiny white speck? That’s the embryo.” Chelsea had to squint to see it. But it was there. It was there. “I’d say you’re around five, maybe five-and-a-half weeks pregnant.”

There must’ve been something in the water. They had a barbecue on the weekend with the twins. Macy and Amy and their families. Macy balancing Ollie, her three-year-old son, on her hip while Caleb hugged her from behind. They announced they were pregnant. Eight weeks along. Their second pregnancy, with three years in between. Four, by the time the new baby arrived. That was acceptable, that was… that was normal. Four years between, like a regular person would. Unlike Chelsea, who had practically been pregnant every year over the last four. Who had four babies under the age of four.

Everything was a number. Jack had just turned three about a fortnight ago. Jenny had turned thirteen-years-old weeks before that. A teenager. It was the twins’ second birthday in two days. They were meant to have a party on the weekend. Luca was only six months old. Vasectomies were 99.9% effective for preventing pregnancy. That was one pregnancy for every thousand vasectomies. And Chelsea was pregnant again. Chelsea was about to be pregnant for the fourth time, with her fifth biological child. Five under five. Luca had only just gotten his first tooth. Only just started eating solids, when he agreed to it. Six months. Six children. Six fucking children. One in one thousand. Pregnant, again.

Chelsea felt like a robot malfunctioning. Broken and spitting out numbers. It got like this, this bad, sometimes. Fixating on numbers and figures, as if her brain couldn’t process things any other way at this capacity. This overwhelmed. When she was feeling something that couldn’t even be named or described. She took the sonogram printout and walked out of the clinic. Without paying, without even realising. Just walked to her car and stopped to sit on the curb. She eased her head between her knees, forcing herself to breathe. Birthing classes gave her plenty of practice, right? In, out. Nice and easy, the way Elliot would always say. Elliot. How was she gonna tell Elliot? Again?

The courthouse wasn’t far from the doctor’s office. Chelsea didn’t even think about it: when she got calm enough to get back in her car and drive, she did. She’d already driven into the city for the appointment, anyway. Somehow remembered to fill the meter for street parking in front of the building. She found the right courtroom and slipped into a pew at the back. Nobody noticed her entrance. Didn’t notice that she was severely underdressed in an oversized tunic and jeans. Flat sandals. Elliot was sitting up the front of the room at his bar table, head bowed and scribbling something on a notepad. Chelsea couldn’t see his face from this angle, but she’d know that hair anywhere. The shape of his body, hunched over in his seat, suit jacket pressing tight against his back. She could see the arms of his glasses tucked behind his ears, too. Chelsea got lost in the sight of him. Pretended to herself that she was just here to watch, just to see him in action, and not for any other completely life-altering reason. Nope. For now, she wasn’t going to think about that.

The other lawyer, the prosecution, was pacing around before the guy on the witness stand. Gently questioned him. Chelsea didn’t know much about the case, but it only took a little while to figure out what was going on. The man on the stand was the victim. Yeah. “Victim.” Chelsea furrowed her eyebrows, listening to the guy talk. Rehearsed and manipulative. The lawyer gave a thank you and sat back down at the bar table across the way from Elliot’s. Hey, at least something had gone right today! It looked like she had gotten here just in time to see her baby—no, bad word!—her husband work his magic.

This was a very serious assault case—Chelsea shouldn’t’ve been grinning ear-to-ear in the back row, but she couldn’t help it. Elliot stood and unbuttoned his suit jacket. Pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Chelsea got antsy when he said lawyer stuff like objection or verdict at home… this was next level hot. Seeing him in his element. His cross-examination was smart. Completely clever. Turns out the “victim” was a wife beater. The accused, Elliot’s client, was the wife. And Elliot made sure everybody knew it. Constantly looked over at the jury, giving Chelsea a shot at his side profile. There was someone in the gallery taking photos. Yeah, how did Chelsea get a copy of that? Hey, maybe she could be a court photographer. That’d be cool.

Elliot was getting the victim, the husband, pretty worked up on the stand. Hitting him where it hurt. Asking the right questions. From the evidence Elliot was providing, the guy had a temper. A really short fuse. And Elliot knew which buttons to push. Chelsea was getting worked up, too. Flushed cheeks, a bead of sweat collecting on her forehead. This should not have been arousing, but it was, Goddammit! Hormones notwithstanding. Elliot was confident and cunning and she was so proud of him. Practically had the guy on the stand exactly where he wanted him until the prosecution, rattled, called for a recess. The judge dropped his gavel and said something about breaking for lunch. Chelsea felt like she was in an episode of SVU. She’d have to bring Jenny to one of these, one day. She’d love that. It was good. It was a good distraction. But as the gallery started to disperse, and the judge and jury filed out of the courtroom, Chelsea’s stomach twisted into knots. Time to face the music, huh?

Elliot was shuffling paper into his briefcase. His client, the wife, left the room with who Chelsea could only assume were her parents. Some support system or another. Chelsea gave the woman a small, soft smile when they crossed paths. Elliot hadn’t caught sight of her yet. She stood a few steps behind him, fingers wrapping around the thin strap of her bag, hanging over her shoulder. Chelsea cleared her throat. Rolled back on her heels. “Y’know, it should be a crime...” Talked before she even thought about touching him. Knew he would recognise her voice and wouldn’t get jumpy. “You up there being so sexy. Just out there on display for the whole world to witness.” She teased, voice slightly high pitched. Had to push through all this anxious, nervous energy. The pit in her stomach.

“Hi, handsome.” Chelsea said, breaking the distance between them by the time he turned around to face her. She didn’t want him to seem unprofessional or anything, so she caught his wrist and stroked his arm instead of giving him a hug or a kiss in greeting. Didn’t call him baby, because she was actively avoiding that word for the moment. Handsome wasn’t used nearly as much as he deserved, anyway. And standing there in his suit, hair falling over the frame of his glasses, it was fitting. Appropriate. Despite her gut feeling, Chelsea smiled up at him. Let her shoulders drop and relax with a deep, drawn out exhale. “Nothing bad’s happened, I promise.” Well. It depends how he saw it, really. Chelsea didn’t want to put that out into the universe, though—no matter what ended up happening with this pregnancy. She knew him, though. Knew he’d panic and wonder why she was here, at the courthouse in the middle of his work day, if something wasn’t wrong.

Before he could question it, Chelsea got to talking again. Ran her mouth some more. “You’re doing really great, honey. He was about to crack, I could see it!” The minimal touching thing was hard. Chelsea smoothed out the lapels on his jacket. Fidgeted with his tie. It was really for her own benefit, not for his or his appearance. “You’ve totally got this in the bag.” Her hands slid up to his shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “God, you’re so talented. You’re so good at this, Elliot.” She’d known it this whole time, of course, but now she had actual evidence. And he couldn’t argue back if she was using legal jargon!

She wished it could stay like this. Light, unserious. Chelsea tried to keep it going for as long as possible. Tried to keep the shake out of her skin, and the caving emptiness out of the pit of her stomach. Chelsea flit her gaze away from his face. Briefly, momentarily. But he knew her. He knew her better than anybody in the entire world. No matter how much she wanted to right now, she couldn’t hide from him. She couldn’t hide from this. “I don’t wanna interrupt your lunch time, hon, but... is there someplace we can go to talk? Somewhere quiet?”

#elliot #elliot 28 #interaction

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andallthatmishigas · 3 years

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Tagged by my dear @aboxfullofdarkness

Nickname(s): I actually told my board recently that @rahleeyah sometimes calls me Lady Bug and it makes my heart so happy, so now all my Shakespeare people are calling me Lady Bug. And I do now officially answer to ‘babes’ I guess lmao. Leah yells at me in tags with that delightful term of endearment. Amy calls me Twinsie, which I love. Non one else really calls me anything other than my name on a regular basis.

Zodiac: Aries

Height: 5′6″

Last movie I watched: oof genuinely could not tell you. I’ve been deep into SVU not entirely on my own volition. No films in quite some time tbh.

Last thing I googled: I googled the ‘I don’t care for Gob’ meme so I could use it to talk about Elliot Stabler. (I don’t care for Elliot)

Fave musician(s): Bette Midler, Barbra Streisand, Fleetwood Mac, ABBA, Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran, Lil Nas X, Sadie & the Hotheads

Song stuck in my head: currently Bad Habits by Ed Sheeran though most of today it was Don’t Shut Me Down by ABBA.

Other blogs: I’ve got a bunch of hoarded urls and one I use for my venting when I don’t want people to know about my problems. None of my sideblogs are active anymore.

Blogs following: 50. I keep it at 50 so I can always scroll my entire dash and never miss anything.

Amount of sleep: Usually about 6.

Lucky number: 13, 27, 43

What I’m wearing: Disneyland sweatpants, Mouse Rat tshirt

Dream job: To quote my favorite tweet, I don’t dream of labor. (Trophy wife would be my dream job. Let me stay home and do my hobbies and create and not think about making money.)

Dream trip: Leah and I WILL go to Paris and Rome I swear to fucking god. I have a couple of other dream trips I want to take including a SoCal roadtrip with my best friend from college, a PNW trip to see some friends and family in the Seattle area and up to Vancouver to see my cousins, and I really want to do southern Italy and Greece.

Languages: English. Out of practice with French but I was pretty close to fluent about a decade ago. I’ve lost most of my German and Russian and I’ve got a hint of Italian left. And I’ve got enough Hebrew for religious purposes.

Favorite food: Macaroni and Cheese.

Do I play an Instrument: Piano, though it’s been a while. Tried to learn guitar and I have a guitar at the house, but I haven’t touched it in years.

Favorite song: Leaving On A Jetplane by Peter, Paul & Mary

Random fact: I have a makeup cabinet I bought last year and I’ve already run out of space for all my makeup and I need to be stopped but tbh you can pry the eye shadow palettes and literal drawer full of lipsticks out of my cold, dead hands.

Tagging: @yesmadamepresident @rae-gar-targaryen @featherpluckn @blossom--of--snow @bella-caecilia

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plaidbooks · 4 years

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I’m Okay

A/N: This was a concept I’ve had in my head for a little. I just...I really wanted a fluffy Carisi piece. Though, this is definitely more angst with a happy ending. I don’t know what it is about Carisi, but I always seem to write him into angsty things (though, I also just seem to write mostly angst with happy endings idk man).

Tags: domestic violence mention, rape mention, car crashes, blood mention

Words: 2k

You stood next to Carisi and Olivia as you all listened in on the interview Rollins and Fin were conducting on the latest scumbag you and Carisi had dragged in, Trevor Oaks. His wife—who you were hoping would be his soon ex—came in earlier in the day, crying, hand on her quickly blackening eye. Her husband had a temper, one that came out soon after the wedding. But now, he had crossed the line, taking his aggression out on her instead of just the wall or a vase. Though, it wasn’t until Amy Oaks had sat down with Lieutenant Benson that she realized with horror that this wasn’t the first time; that when he would get angry and force her to the bedroom, that even if she was his wife, that it was still rape.

You scrunched your nose up in disgust as Fin and Rollins grilled Trevor, trying to bring out that violent side of him that you all knew existed. But the man simply smirked, asking for his lawyer. Obviously frustrated, the detectives got up and left the interview room.

“He’ll make bail in no time,” Olivia muttered to the glass, glaring at the bastard. It was true; he was a trust-fund baby, riding on the millions made by his father.

“Want us to sit on Amy at the hotel?” Carisi asked. You and your partner were already charged with moving her from the precinct, where she was hidden in Liv’s office, to the hotel, well away from her husband until his trial. You really didn’t mind Carisi volunteering you both to watch her, either; in the months you’ve been working together, you had developed a crush on him. Spending more time stuck in a small, confined car, telling stories about your families, past cases from past departments, and embarrassing snippets of your childhoods was one of your favorite things to do. Something about the way Carisi’s bright blue eyes crinkled when he laughed at something you said warmed your whole being.

“Just for tonight; unis can take over in the morning,” Olivia replied, giving a small smile of thanks before dissolving back into the tired, professional demeanor she always carried at work.

You nodded and headed to your desk, grabbing your coat and things, Carisi right behind you.

“Hey, sorry for volunteering ya for this,” he said, but the smirk he had showed that he wasn’t really sorry. He knew you didn’t mind, not really—the job, the victims always came first. It’s one of the reasons you two worked so well together.

“Yeah, yeah. You can make it up to me by buying the first round of coffee,” you joked, grinning right back at him. He grabbed his jacket and keys, then followed you to Liv’s office. Making sure the coast was clear, you and Carisi were on either side of Amy Oaks as you led her from Liv’s office to Carisi’s squad car, tucking her behind the driver’s seat. You climbed in the front seat, and Carisi took the wheel. The sun was already setting in the city, casting the sky into beautiful pinks and oranges.

The hotel that Amy was assigned to was across the city, and the rush hour traffic from the end of the workday meant that the sky was dark before you made it halfway to the hotel.

“So, Trevor won’t be able to find me tonight?” Amy asked in a small voice, a sob threatening to break from her throat.

You turned in your seat to give her a reassuring smile. “He’s in jail for the night; the bail office is closed. Besides, Detective Carisi and I will be stationed right outside your room, just in case. You’re in good hands.”

She nodded slowly, relaxing her shoulders slightly. You turned back around, eyes catching Carisi’s as he chanced a glance over at you, a smile tugging the corner of his lips. Then his eyes were back on the road, and he readjusted his grip on the steering wheel.

“Ya know, [Y/N], there’s somethin’ I wanted to talk to ya about…” he started, trailing off. His voice sounded a little nervous, and you cocked your head, brow furrowed.

“What’s on your mind, Carisi—” you were cut off by an impact slamming into the side of the car, the loud, grinding sound of metal on metal filling the space around you. You felt the seatbelt tighten painfully against your chest, your head whipping to the side before everything went dark.

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Carisi felt the impact on the passenger side, felt himself lose control of his car. It skidded down the street before it finally came to a stop, the horrible sound of metal scraping still fresh in his ears. He had his eyes squeezed shut, his hands death-gripping the wheel as instincts took over and he just held on. It took him a few moments to realize that the car had stopped. Suddenly fearing another impact, Carisi ripped his eyes open, trying to take in the scene in front of him, gauging what the hell was happening. The windshield was gone, in fragments on the hood and in his lap. Slowly, he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened his door, staggering out of the seat. He looked to the SUV that had hit him, but the driver was long gone; the driver’s door was wide open. In the distance, he could hear sirens already.

Remembering his job, Carisi stumbled to the door behind his own, throwing it open. Amy was dazed, blood leaking from her temple and a split lip, but she was very much alive.

“What—what happened?” she mumbled, not quite lucid. She probably had a concussion, Carisi thought grimly, frowning. He pulled the pocket square from his jacket and put it in her hand. He then took her hand and guided it to where the blood was leaking from her head. Carisi vaguely noticed that the side of his own face felt sticky, but he could deal with that later.

“Hey, [Y/N], you okay?” he asked, looking at your still-seated form in the front seat. You didn’t respond and his stomach dropped. “[Y/N]?” He leaned over Amy’s body, careful not to touch her in case she was more injured than she seemed and rested a hand on your shoulder. He shook you gently, but still there was no response, your head lolling to the side. Carisi could feel his hands starting to shake as he pulled back out of the car, hurrying around to your side of the car on wobbly legs. But the SUV had made contact directly with your door, denting the metal inward. He knew it was futile but that didn’t stop him from gripping the twisted handle and pulling on it with all his might. Panic gripped him, making bile rise in his throat as he flung himself on the hood of the car, avoiding the sharp points of metal as best he could. He reached through the missing windshield, checking to see if you had a pulse, unable to even consider the fact that you may not. He let out a strangled sob as he found a faint heartbeat there, your breathing coming in rasps.

It took everything in him to not pull you out of the wreckage, to wait for the ambulance to get there. But he waited on the hood of the car until the paramedics dragged him away, sitting him on the back of an ambulance, checking the cut on his temple, the smaller cuts on his face from the glass. He had a mild concussion but was wholly unharmed. Amy was much the same; minor cuts and bruises, a concussion, and a transportation to the hospital to make sure there was nothing internally damaged. Rollins had been the first officer on the scene, but Carisi asked her to ride with Amy—he may have failed to protect her, but that didn’t mean SVU couldn’t pick up his slack.

So, he sat in silence as he watched the paramedics attempted to dislodge you from the driver’s side of the car. But the metal had pinned your legs, making it impossible to pull you from the wreckage. That’s when the jaws of life made an appearance, and they began cutting their way through the door. Carisi felt the hot trails his tears made down his cheeks as they left his eyes, but he couldn’t stop them, didn’t even try. He just clutched the shock blanket that the paramedics draped over him tighter. This was all his fault, anyways; he should’ve seen the SUV coming, should’ve been paying more attention. Guilt ripped through him as he watched with morbid fascination as the paramedics slowly made their way to you. It seemed like they were going so slow; he was starting to think that there was a chance you might not make it, that you may bleed out, that you may—

“Carisi, what happened?” Olivia’s voice cut through his thoughts. He jumped, not noticing his Lieutenant’s presence.

“I-I’m sorry, Lieu. I didn’t…the SUV came outta nowhere…I shoulda—”

“It’s not your fault, Carisi.” She took a deep breath, surveying the scene. Her eyes froze on the paramedics cutting through the door, but from this angle, she couldn’t make out who was in the front seat. “Where’s Amy Oaks? And [Y/L/N]?”

Carisi let out a shuddering breath. “Amy’s in the hospital—Rollins is with her. She’s shaken up but fine. [Y/N] is—is…” he trailed off, looking back at the wreckage. Olivia gave him one last look, patted his arm, then rushed over to the car. The paramedics had finally made it through the door and cut the seatbelt away from your limp body. Fresh tears spilled over Carisi’s face as he watched them gently, carefully, lift your lifeless body out of the passenger’s seat and onto a gurney, before loading you into an ambulance and driving away.

Olivia talked with some of the remaining paramedics before she rushed back over to Carisi. “Lieu, is she—is she…?”

“She’s alive Carisi; let’s go,” Liv ordered. He didn’t need to be told twice; he was up and following Olivia on weak legs to her car. She flipped on her lights and sped after the ambulance.

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Carisi felt like a spirit walking the halls of the hospital. At first, he was in the waiting room lobby; you were in surgery when you had first arrived. You got a punctured lung from the car accident, not to mention all the various cuts and bruises. You were actually very lucky that that was all you walked away with. But still, Carisi didn’t think of it was lucky. You would’ve been luckier if he didn’t open his stupid mouth, if he didn’t offer to watch Amy Oaks that night—he ignored the fact that you both would’ve still given her a ride to the hotel.

After sitting idly for about 30 minutes, his Catholic guilt was eating him alive. So, instead of spending another moment alone with his thoughts, he went in search of a cathedral in the hospital, if they had one in this specific hospital. Turned out that they did have one; ground floor and tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the doctors, nurses, orderlies, patients, and families that roamed the halls.

Carisi had found the cathedral quickly enough and spent an hour in there, reciting every prayer he could remember to help you through this, to keep you alive. And to assuage at least some of his guilt. But it did little to help there. Instead, it was more of a private place to let some more tears shed, tears that he didn’t want to explain to his Lieutenant. He was pretty sure that she had written it off as simple guilt, and she was partly right. But only partly. The truth was that Carisi didn’t want to lose you; from the moment you had walked into the squad room, he had been 100% completely smitten by you. And now, he had put you in the hospital.

He made his way back to the waiting room lobby and plopped down next to Olivia, who have his knee a reassuring squeeze. “She’s going to be fine, Carisi,” she muttered. He simply nodded, willing himself to not start sobbing again.

He lost track of time before the doctor came out and announced that you would be fine, that you would make a full recovery. Carisi released a breath he didn’t know he had been holding.

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Your eyes fluttered as you slowly opened them. You noticed instantly that you were in a hospital room; the white walls and sheets catching your eyes, the soft lighting showing that it was late in the evening, the soft hum of machinery filling the silence of the room. But there was another noise, too. Looking around you found the source quickly. Next to your bed was a visitor’s chair, Detective Carisi sitting in it, his top half bent over your bed. His head was nestled by your knees, one arm under his cheek, his other hand laying next to yours, his fingers barely brushing your skin. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly ajar with a thin line of drool in the corner of his mouth. The sound you had heard was his soft snores. Your heart melted at the sight, even if your stomach clenched at the numerous cuts on his face and arms, and the redness around his eyes. As much as you wanted to let him sleep, you knew that his back must be killing him from this position, and he was probably worried half to death.

“Sonny,” you called softly, lightly touching his hand with yours. His eyes flew open and he groaned as he sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Are you okay, Sonny?” you asked, smiling at his half-asleep look, his eyes still bleary. You noticed the bandage on his temple, but it was white, so the bleeding was stopped.

He blinked a couple times. “Me? Of course, I’m okay. Are you okay?” He rubbed at his eyes, trying to see straight.

You took mental stock of your body; you had a dull pain in your chest and a small headache, but mostly you just felt the drowsiness of the medication you were surely on. You thought back to what happened; the car ride to the hotel, making sure Amy Oaks was alright, the car crash— “Yeah…I’m fine. Amy?”

“She’s fine; Rollins and Fin are watching her,” he paused, brow furrowed, unable to meet your eyes. “[Y/N], I am so, so sorry about this. I shoulda—”

“Carisi,” you cut him off, raising your hand to stop him. “Unless you’re about to tell me that you intentionally got hit by that other car, then I don’t want to hear it.”

“But—”

“No buts,” your eyes softened as he finally looked at you. He looked so…sad, defeated. “Sonny, it’s not your fault. It’s called a car accident for a reason.”

He nodded. “I know, it’s just…I almost—” his voice started to break, tears in his eyes, making them brighter blue, “I almost lost you.”

Tears were now forming in your eyes, and you reached for his hand. He took yours, laying them on the bed, fingers interlacing. “I’m right here, Sonny. I’m okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I—I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you today. [Y/N], I love you—I love you so much, and seeing the paramedics taking you out of the car—” his voice hitched and the tears really started to fall now.

Your heart fluttered in your chest. “I—I love you, too, Sonny. Come here.” You scooted over on the bed, as much as you could. He furrowed his brow and cocked his head. “Come here,” you said again, pulling the hand you were still holding.

He smiled softly before he carefully climbed into the bed next to you. You curled up next to him, burying your face in his chest and breathing in his familiar scent. Carisi wrapped his arms gently around you, pulling you protectively against him, placing soft kisses on the top of your head. He whispered how much he loved you until you fell asleep in his embrace.

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