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Temporarily, no. I’m waiting on the new season for inspiration. I’m having a hard time writing for that right now 😞

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Imagine telling Ethan how much you like his longer hair.

Ethan was gone for nearly six months before you saw him again.

The two of you had an unspoken relationship of what Ethan really did for a living. You knew a man with his physique and intelligence didn’t just study traffic patterns. And Ethan knew you were smart enough to figure that out.

But that didn’t stop him from wanting to see you.

So when he dropped by unannounced at your apartment early one morning, you knew it must have been important.

“I don’t know when I’ll be back,” Ethan murmured as he cradled your head with his hands. “I just know that I needed to see you before I left.”

After a few more goodbyes and a heated kiss that nearly went too far, he left.

And that was it for six months.

There were a few times though where your imagination got the better of you. A bunch of “what if’s?” clouded your thoughts at night when you were home alone. A few times you even had to double check you didn’t see Ethan pass by you at a grocery store or walking across the street.

Then on day 178, as you marked off 177 on your calendar, someone knocked on your door very gently. Putting your morning drink down on the kitchen counter, you go to look through the peep hole only to gasp and yank the door open as quickly as possible.

“Morning,” Ethan said wearily with his roguish boy grin.

You laughed as you flung your arms around him, Ethan doing the same, holding you as close to him as possible. “Finally,” You teased through happy tears.

Realizing you might need to let Ethan go so he could come in, you reluctantly let him go to drag him in. Ethan barely had enough time to grab his bag that was on the ground before you could.

“I’m calling in sick,” You rushed out as you really started to look at him. “Why don’t you go take a shower and I’ll put your clothes in the wash. Some of the clothes you left are still here.”

Ethan’s smile was soft before he placed his hands on the side of your neck to pull you in for a languid kiss. “Breakfast?” He asked.

“As if I would let you starve,” You replied, your own hands coming up to play with his longer hair. “Now, go. I’ll still be here.”

Ethan stole another kiss from you, this time with a bit more heat. It distracted you long enough that you didn’t know you were moving until your back hit a wall. “Good.” He whispered as he sauntered off to your bathroom, leaving you breathless.

As the door shut to the bathroom, you quickly called in to a co-worker to let them know you were taking a sick day and that you were sorry for the last minute call.

You then set off to grab some of Ethan’s clothes to leave at the bathroom door and went back to the kitchen to make breakfast for two.

You didn’t make anything special or anything that took too long, as Ethan was a quick shower person, but you soon noticed that you hadn’t heard Ethan come out yet. 

“Eth-Christ!” You jumped, hand over your heart.

Ethan laughed while he leaned against a wall near the kitchen. “Sorry. I just got caught up watching you. It was nice.”

You smiled, unable to be mad at the man too long. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Ethan smiled as he pushed himself off the wall to come over to you, his arms around your waist. “Cute?”

“It’s the hair. I actually really like it on you,” You said while putting a hand on his chest as the other played with his longer locks.

“So in other words, I need to keep it.” He said as a fact and not a question.

You bit your lip, nodding your head. “Mm-hmm.”

“I think that can be arranged,” Ethan leaned his head down slowly. “But I might need to be persuaded a bit more before I commit.”

He kissed you again, slow and unhurried, gently pulling you with him towards your bedroom, breakfast forgotten.

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Imagine Ethan recruiting you for a mission.

"Can’t you stay a little longer?” A voice murmured before you could turn to leave the bar.

You recognized him immediately. You heard the whispers and rumors about Ethan Hunt. More importantly, you had read every report he and his team submitted. William Brandt was a frequent visitor to your department.

Perks of working in Information at the IMF.

“Mr. Hunt. What can I help you with this evening?” Your voice all business.

Ethan’s lips quirked in a gentle smile. “I need your help with something. Brandt tells me you’re the most reliable in your division.”

“Maybe,” You drew out the word, unsure of the compliment, “But Information is always open to agents. I think Sam is working there tonight so I could attend the gala-”

“But you’re better.”

You turned to really look at Ethan after that. He was determined to have you and no one else. The reports proved he was stubborn.

“You know every piece of intelligence in IMF. Even the most mundane things.” Ethan plowed through, not letting you have a chance to get a word in. “And no computer can process all that as fast as you.”

“I’m not a field agent,” You whispered, brows wrinkled. You knew what he was hinting at.

You made the self destruct message for him yourself just the other day. It took a few weeks to find a pattern but the reports coming to your desk weren’t adding up. Something shady was happening within IMF and you weren’t sure how to approach it.

Telling HR was out of the question. They would cover it up or say they were working on it when in reality it was a lie.

Your superiors would think you might be going stir crazy. After all, with the amount of paper work you went through it wouldn’t be a stretch.

But the idea of telling Ethan was thanks to Brandt. He reminded you how Ethan would do anything morally right no matter who was chasing after him. Including that time he evaded the IMF for six months to catch Solomon Lane all on his own.

“If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to let us know.” Brandt said everyday before he left your desk.

You took those words to heart and put a chip in the device for Ethan’s mission you thought might be connected. Apparently he found it.

“I promise I won’t let anything happen to you,” Ethan placed his hand on top of yours. “But we can’t do this without you.”

You swallowed, nervous. “You have a lot of confidence for someone who knows nothing about me.”

“I do my research,” The little smile returned to his face.

You gave a half-hearted laugh. Partly because you couldn’t believe you were about to dive in head first with Ethan Hunt and partly because there was a strong possibility you were going to be fired... or worse, disavowed. “Okay.”

The smile grew as Ethan placed his hand on your lower back to guide you outside. “Thank you.”

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Imagine seeing Benji for the first time.

It was your first overseas trip to Paris when you spotted him.

And he spotted you.

You had just finished eating lunch at a cute cafe before you decided on a leisurely stroll down the streets.

You people-watched, silently wondering where one woman got her dress or where that kid got his ice cream. It was busy part of the day but nothing that really bothered you or made you rush anywhere.

A few boats in the canal got your attention as well. A few tourist cruises, some Maritime Gendarmerie patrol boats, and a pair of men in a speedboat close to the street edge that made you stop and sit at a nearby bench. They weren’t going very fast, almost as if waiting for instructions on where to go next.

It was the driver that got your attention, wearing suspenders was an interesting choice as his friend seemed much more dressed for the occasion for the nice day out.

You didn’t realize you were staring until the man in the suspenders looked up at you and gave you a confident yet bashful grin. You also saw his friend elbow him gently in the ribs playfully.

You felt yourself flush at the gesture as you smiled back a bit embarrassed but waved to him in greeting. The man started to wave back but instead put his hand up to his ear. The friend copied the action as the man in the suspenders started to turn the boat around, revving up the engine in the process.

This time, he waved back apologetically along with a mischievous wink.

You couldn’t keep the smile off your face for the next few hours.

After your stint in Paris, you continued your trek across Europe by taking a train to London. Once checking in to your hotel, you quickly realized you needed some caffeine to through the rest of the day. Doing a quick Google search of stylish coffee shops, The Black Dog looked to be the most promising.

After arriving, one of the employees sat you at a table outside as it was a rare nice day for sun in the city. “Too lovely to sit inside,” The young man guided you to a chair said. “Enjoy it while you can, miss.”

As he went to get your drink of choice, you pulled out your notebook of all your information and notes on places to visit on your European vacation. You quickly wrote down where you were currently staying and where you were now getting a coffee at when you heard a group of people being placed to sit a table near you.

You didn’t bother looking up until you finished your thoughts but when you did, you had to do a double take.

It was the man from the canals in Paris. Or, at least he looked a lot like him. This man was wearing a t-shirt and a jacket, no glasses visible.

The man was already looking at you when you noticed him, the same look of surprise on his face too. He gave a small smile and tried to give you a wave his friends wouldn’t see. Unfortunately for him, the man sitting across from him turned around to look at you causing you to sit up straighter. 

The man’s friend was handsome and had a twinkle of something in his eye before he smiled at you and turned back to your Paris mystery man. You couldn’t hear but you could tell that the friend must have made a popular suggestion as the rest of the group chimed in (you finally noticed the Paris friend too) with murmurs of agreement and head shaking enthusiastically.

Your Paris man couldn’t get a word in before he shut his mouth, straightened the nonexistent wrinkles of his shirt, and stood up to walk over to you.

“I believe we met briefly not too long ago,” He said.

“The canals in Paris,” A smile took over your face.

A look of relief crossed his face as his shoulders relaxed. “So is this seat taken?”

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Bless you for having ANYTHING Sicario on your page 🙌🏻🙌🏻 such a small fandom, love your writing

Aww thank you so much! I’m obsessed with the first movie so naturally seeing the second one rekindled that.

And I have a lot of fandoms I’m in that are small like this one who need imagines too. It’s just a matter of making myself do it.

And thank YOU for giving me love and feedback in my fics. I don’t always get that and it makes me second guess my writing. But when I do get positive notes like this, it makes me want to do more. ❤️

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Imagine being an arms dealer for Matt.

A man by the name of Andy Wheeldon invited you to dinner out of blue during a charity event you were attending one night.

Your first instinct was that he was trying to flirt with you with the intention of making you his intimate companion so to speak.

“Oh, no no no,” Wheeldon shook his head while smiling. “You are lovely but this is about business.”

The arms supplier explained his intentions quickly, as you were at a nonprofit occasion, and once again asked you, “So, dinner?”

The offer was tempting. Playing the line between legal and illegal had always been an interest of yours. Especially if you gained more business and power to change the world for the better.

“Dinner sounds perfect.” You grinned as you took a sip of your champagne.

You liked Wheeldon. He was straight to the point and honest.

“I already know what you’re doing because I’m doing it too. But I can’t be in two places at once. Which is why I’m offering a partnership with someone who can be quite demanding.”

“And the one not doing the job gets 15%.”

“Like I said, lovely.” Wheeldon smiled as he took a bite of his meal. “Be ready to start tomorrow.”

Matt liked you too quickly. Which was bad for him but he knew Wheeldon. The supplier wouldn’t have picked any random person.

But God dammit, did he have to pick someone so attractive?

“Do you always stare at newbies or am I just that gorgeous?” You teased partly out of nerves and and partly out of not knowing how else to get the conversation moving.

Matt smirked. He really liked you.

“Both,” He replied. “What are you doing after this?”

“Not you,” You said without missing a beat.

This got a loud laugh out from the man in front of you. “Maybe another time then.”

Months passed.

You and Wheeldon had worked up a pretty effective system, each of you taking every other job. Much to Matt’s displeasure sometimes.

“At least that’s over with. And next time, you’ll be there,” Matt murmured as he crawled on top of you in your hotel bed.

“Missed me that badly this time?” You whispered back.

Matt hummed an agreement as he slowly pulled the sheets away from you. “Very much, baby girl.”

You leaned your head back while Matt mouthed at your neck and removed your undergarments.

“Very, very much,” He growled, teeth gently biting you.

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I really want to see more Sicario imagined from you ☺️☺️☺️

I will! I’ve been on vacation the past week and I just got back. 

Expect more sometime soon.

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I definitely need more Matt Graver imagines you write them soooo good

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Your Matt Imagine was perfect!

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Imagine being one of Matt’s favorites.

You were one of his few favorites he kept on rotation.

Forsing, Gillick, and a few Marshalls from Texas were also on that list but you were an exception.

You weren’t military, police, or federal. In fact, it was the NSA who found you. Apparently hacking into satellites to see live video of Earth from the International Space Station was frowned upon. So in order to not go to prison, they offered you a job.

Which was how Cynthia Foards found you and put you on Matt’s radar.

As much as he didn’t like higher ups picking his own team, you quickly let him know that you weren’t there by choice.

“Just tell me what you want me to do so we can all go home quicker. I want to be here as much as you want me here.”

He was sold from that moment.

Since then he has negotiated, several times, to get you to work for the CIA as you were much more valuable to him that spying on people’s laptops half a world away. Granted you were still forced to fly back to NSA headquarters for a few weeks at a time but Matt was a persuasive and patient man.

Eventually the National Security Agency couldn’t keep you as you finished your prison sentence of job there. Matt quickly scooped you up and convinced you to work with the CIA. Him of course getting first access to you if he had an especially special task.

“Matt, they’re heading east. Three armed vehicles and an SUV in the middle.”

Matt broke away from his past thoughts to see you typing away on your laptop, black screens on the wall ahead of you both coming to life with maps, weather forecasts, and other variable pieces of information you thought Matt may need.

“Beautiful,” Matt murmured. “What else can you tell me, baby girl?”

“Besides the fact that it’s really cliché to have a bad guy riding in the back of a black Cadillac?” You replied smoothly, still focused on your screens.

“Yes, please.”

That made you turn around in your chair with a deadpanned expression. “The jefe likes to wear Brioni suits.”

Matt crossed his arms and gave you a questioning look. “And how do you know that?”

“I read the files when no one’s looking.”

Matt laughed. “That’s my girl.”

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Imagine Matt teasing Steve about you.

"When’s the last time you’ve seen your girl?”

Steve briefly looked up to see Matt sauntering up next to him. “Honestly, a few weeks now. But she knows I’m in high demand,” Steve said as he added a few packets of sugar to his cup of joe.

Matt chuckled as he downed the last of his coffee. “More like my demand.”

Steve shrugged. “Same thing.”

“She know what you really do yet?”

“I think she’s got an idea but I like to make it up to her several times. Plus a couple of nice dinners.”

Matt let out a laugh as he slapped Steve’s back good-naturedly. “Good man. And if you don’t marry her, I will.”

Steve shook his head as he picked up his coffee. “That’s just the thing, if I ever do mess up, she probably would.”

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Imagine helping Mac with his burn wounds.

Three weeks.

Mac was useless for the next three weeks.

Second degree burns according the EMT. Minor but still enough to cause some blistering and pain.

Matty wasn’t happy with him but his hands were the most important thing for missions which was why he was put on a forced vacation until the doctors cleared him for work again. She tried to put Mac on desk work at first but Mac got frustrated too quickly with not being able to hold certain tools or type fast enough on a computer.

“By the time you get back, you’ll somehow invent a prototype machine that works with your brain waves or something,” Matty encouraged. “Better yet, go on a date or something. Be normal while you can.”

Mac sighed deeply as he recalled the conversation with his boss while currently pushing a shopping cart in a grocery store.

Normal. Normal was fine for a few days but without the use of his hands, how was he suppose to stay sane for another week and a half?

��Excuse me?”

Mac turned around quickly hearing your voice. “Oh, sorry. Can I help-” Gorgeous. You were gorgeous. Breath caught in his throat, Mac mentally kicked himself to finish the sentence. “-you?” He asked politely.

Smiling, you pointed to the canned tomatoes now behind the man. “Actually, do you need some help? You’ve been staring at them a while.”

“Why would-” Again, Mac let out a deep breath, “-my hands. Right. Forgot.” He berated himself as he looked at his bandaged hands.

You physically backtracked, afraid you had touched on a subject to a complete stranger you shouldn’t have. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“No!” Mac rushed but reeled himself back not wanting to lose this opportunity to keep talking to you. “No. It was very nice to you.”

Your body relaxed as you gave him another smile. And Mac was trying to wrack his brain to figure out how he could see that again and again.

“Good! I just wanted to be sure. Sorry to bother you again.” You waved intending to walk away despite the fact you worked up all your courage to talk to the handsome man not but 5 minutes ago.

“Actually,” Mac eagerly called, “I, uh, still have a little trouble with the frozen foods. I could use your help there if you still want to help?”

This time when you smiled, Mac swore your eyes sparkled a little.

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Admin Note

Hi.

I realize it’s been a while but a lot has happened.

I’ve developed some medical problems (main reason why I was “gone”) and I was having a hard time being motivated to write (I didn’t get a lot of feedback so I thought my stuff wasn’t good).

But I received a message the other day about someone liked my writing and it was just the sweetest thing.

So I’m going to try to get back into writing more.

Please be patient with me. I miss the process of writing and even “fixing” what the writers did on shows :)

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Request for Anon. Part One is here.

Imagine completing your bond with Nick.

Nick was able to keep his urges under control for the first day.

By day two, he was getting anxious.

On the third day, he snapped at a suspect during interrogation.

“You’ve been off ever since we’ve started this case, Nick,” Olivia began softly in her office. “We’ve all seen you get angry but this... this seems different.”

Nick rubbed his face with his hands and began pacing. “I know. I know!” His voice raised. “It’s just, Liv, I’m trying, I really am but-”

“Out with it.”

“I found my omega.”

“Yeah the whole ‘I’m going to double check statements’ wasn’t one of your best lies.”

Nick stopped his pacing and looked to his boss and friend. “You knew?”

“I’m not a detective for nothing, Nick,” Olivia smiled gently. “I’ll get the new guy to cover for you. Now go.”

Nick didn’t even argue as he smiled and ran off.

You were feet away from stepping on to the ferry to take you home after work when you got a frantic but excited phone call from Nick. Your body froze up, making you shiver. You had remembered Nick’s words very clearly and honestly, it was making it hard for you to stay concentrated and cool.

Nick knew it was all last second and neither of you were prepared enough but you cut him off first letting him know to meet you at a hotel.

Now.

You somehow gotten to the destination first. Walking briskly to the front desk, you asked for a bonding room, your embarrassment be damned.

The rooms were designed for privacy. Some even had soundproof rooms. (Though you had to sign a waiver and an agreement that the two, or more, parties involved were consenting.) But a majority of them were made to keep housekeeping and regular guests away. The hotel even had specific staff members who were on call for room service or any needed items the couple may have forgotten in their lust bonding haze.

Once booked, you rode the elevator up and nearly ran to the room. Closing the door shut you texted Nick the details and jumped in to the shower in an effort to wipe the smell of 8 hour work day off of you.

The towel was still wrapped around you when you heard the door unlock and slammed shut just as quickly.

There were a few seconds of heavy breathing, the two of you just memorizing the intoxicating scents of one another as it had been a long 72 hours.

Nick moved first, footsteps coming closer to you in the bathroom, and he stopped to stare unabashedly in the doorway.

His chest moved up and down with his breaths as he started stripping off his clothes. Shirt. Pants. Underwear. Nick was bare and hard. So hard in fact he pumped his cock a few times with his pre-cum.

Your breath shuddered in arousal as he walked up to you, his skin barely brushing against you and your towel. Nick pulled the offending thing away, leaving you both naked, and began kissing you softly, as if he was afraid he might ruin the intense moment.

It wasn’t long before the two of you made the kiss harder and intimate. Nick still kept himself in check but you couldn’t keep your hands out of his hair or off his neck.

He pulled away first and dropped to his knees nearly making you whine in displeasure.

“Easy, beautiful,” He murmured. “We’ve got plenty of time.”

Nick quickly buried his face between your legs.

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Imagine being Barba’s sister and also being threatened at the courthouse.

Barba was a private man in every part of his life.

His love life. His personal interests. His family.

Especially his family.

His mother, Lucia, was fearless. Then again, she was a principal, not much scared her in life.

As for you, Lucia and Rafael did their best to keep you away from danger as much as possible. Being a little sister and only daughter worked against you a lot. Though you did use it to your advantage when you wanted something.

"Someone just threatened to kill me."

Barba hated uttering those words to Olivia but what shook him up most was when the the ominous man from earlier mentioned you by name. He had been so careful all these years as he knew his job might bring threats. But those threats were only meant for him. Not you. Not his mother. Only him.

Barba swiftly walked passed the detective to call you, to get you out of harms way. Olivia was on his heels.

“What’s wrong, Barba?” She tried asking but stopped short as she heard him speaking in rapid Spanish.

He didn’t give you any time to speak as he only told you to grab a few things and directions on how to get to SVU. He was panicking, he knew that, but you were his baby sister. Nothing was more important to him in that moment.

“Can you get someone on the team to meet up with someone. I don’t want her to get hurt,” Barba pleaded with Olivia. “She’s... she’s my sister.”

Shocked but trying to process the situation, the detective nodded her head. “They threatened her too, didn’t they?”

“By name.” Barba said through clenched teeth.

“I’ll get Rollins and Carisi to get her,” She whipped out her phone to call it in.

“I think I’m being followed.”

Barba’s blood turned to ice at your words over the phone. “Stay on the phone with me. Keep walking. Stay in crowded areas.” He commanded as he put you on speaker so Olivia and Dodds could hear too.

Olivia called out your name, hearing your footsteps speed up. “Two of my detectives are meeting up with you at the park like your brother told you earlier. Amanda is a blonde woman and the other one is Sonny, a tall man with slicked back brunette hair.”

“Okay. Okay.” You breathed out, trying not to look behind you.

“You’re doing fine,” Mike added. “Keep breathing. Those two are coming.”

You swallowed but didn’t answer as you heard those one set of footsteps getting louder.

And louder.

Louder.

You gasped as a store door opened quickly to your left making you jerk and turn.

“Oh, sorry, doll! I was getting worried and was about to go looking for you. You’re late.” A man with slicked back brunette hair said as held your upper arms to steady you.

“Sonny?” You said unsteady and you heard several sighs of relief on the phone as looked back to see if you were still being followed.

A man with buzzcut hair was about to grab you anyway while Sonny was going to pull you behind him and reach for his gun but a blonde woman came out instead from an alley to hold up a gun to his head. “I wouldn’t do that,” She said lowly, pulling out handcuffs. “Hands on your head.”

You let out a breath and leaned against the shop door Sonny still had opened. He silently took your phone from you to answer a frantic Barba. “Yeah, she’s safe. It’s all good, counselor.”

“Good. Now bring back my sister in one piece, detective.”

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"Good Mornin’, doll.” → The Commission

THE COMMISSION

Being the only son of one of the six Italian Mafias in New York City wasn’t an easy burden to bear. Nor was it easy to bear that burden alone.

But after seeing his sister's wedding planner for the first time at the ceremony, Dominick "Sonny" Carisi, Jr. wasn't going to let her leave without at least getting her number.

This fic is hosted on AO3 only.

Prequels

Part One: Here  Part Two: Here

Authoress, Jane Prince: Oh? You thought I forgot about this gem? Goodness no, lovelies. I’ve been planning.

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