#sonny carisi one shot

[detectivesvu]

Exhaustion and Affection

Sonny Carisi x Fem! Reader

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2.4k

“Of course. You need a decent meal that isn’t just a cup of coffee.”

Sonny hadn’t meant to fall asleep. Sonny was tired. 

He felt the fatigue all the way to his bones as he shuffled to the front door of your apartment. The travel from his office to home had felt like an eternity, and sometimes with New York City traffic, it might as well have been. Sonny had the weekend off (technically – but there was always the chance of the infamous Olivia Benson phone call), and he was desperate for it. The past few weeks had been long for the esteemed counselor. He was strung out and spread thin with work, and he just didn’t have much juice left to give.

He had shed his blazer before he had even left his office for the night, and his tie had been loosened on the cab ride home. His hair that was usually neat and styled was wrecked on his head from his hand running through it throughout the day. He had officially clocked out until Monday morning (or unless prompted sooner). 

Sonny felt a rush of relief when his feet landed at the mat in front of your apartment door. That was his signal that he had indeed made it, and his weekend off had officially begun. He reached for your spare key that you had gifted to him in his briefcase. Sonny felt like he never spent any time at his own apartment anymore.

He rummaged through papers and files before recognizing the cold brass on his fingertips. The key was rather worn for a spare, but it wasn’t surprising considering he used it practically every day. He put the key in the lock and turned it, alarmed when the click didn’t sound. There was hardly any real panic of a response because this was a regular occurrence. 

Sonny scoffed under his breath, tossing the key back into his case and opening the already unlocked door. He entered your apartment, which offered warmth from the cool October air outside. He then noticed a certain smell, one of his favorite smells, that brought an audible rumble to his empty stomach. He closed the door (being sure to lock it behind him), and set his belongings by the front door. He followed the heavenly smell into the kitchen, and he was presented with a sight that nearly catapulted his heart out of his chest.

He saw you standing over your well-used stainless steel pot that was reserved for any and all pasta dishes that you knew how to make. He saw a separate pot with a lid over it, which he knew good and well was a tomato sauce. He knew the smell of good pasta, and he especially knew the smell of one of his mother’s recipes.

He noticed that you were still in your own work clothes, which let him know that you hadn’t been home very long yourself. The clicks of Sonny’s shoes hitting the tile caught your attention, and you turned around to greet him.

You gave him a happy hello, but he decided to get the hard business out of the way first.

“Sweetheart, you gotta start locking the door….even when you’re home.” Sonny warned, and this was not the first time that he had done so. 

“Ah. I forgot. I need to start leaving a note on the inside of the door to remind me until I get in the habit,” You shrugged. “But even then I’d probably forget to look at it.”

“I know this is a well-secured building and all. And I know your neighbors are clean but-”

“-you never know.” You finished his sentence, and he couldn’t help but grin.

“Yeah. Exactly.” 

Sonny’s concern came from a good place. He had seen too many horrific things to not notice the small things that could potentially put you at risk to the evil of the outside world. It only made sense that he was so concerned.

“Now. How about a proper greeting?” You smirked. “Hi.”

“Hey, doll.” He laughed. 

“You’re home somewhat early.” You noted, glancing at the clock that read 7:30 p.m. on the dot.

“I couldn’t take it anymore. There wasn’t anything that couldn’t wait until next week,” Sonny groaned. “Besides, I have the weekend off so why not start early?”

“Mm. Agreed.” You elbowed his side playfully, and he continued to peer over you as you stirred the spaghetti noodles.

“What are you making?” He asked.

“Carbonara. Nothing special,” You shrugged. “I just figured a simple dinner for tonight would be best. If you want something else, I can order takeout for you.”

“No, no. Carbonara is perfect,” He kissed your temple. “Smells great.”

Sonny really was hungry. It seemed that he had fallen into the ways of a real New York criminal prosecutor by skipping meals in order to get more done. He hadn’t eaten since breakfast that morning, and he had used the last of that energy long ago. 

“I hope it tastes okay too. This is only the third time I’ve tried your Ma’s recipe.” You chuckled.

“It was delicious last time. Dare I say that it was….better.” He whispered the last word just below the shell of your ear, and your face ran hot.

“Dominick!” You gasped. “That is nearly blasphemous.”

He laughed a genuine, hearty laugh that brought some life back into his tired body. 

“All I’m sayin’ is that my mother has taught you well.” He snickered. “You need help finishing up?” 

“I don’t think so. Do you want to get washed up?” You suggested. 

“You read my mind,” He joked. “Be right back.”

Sonny left the kitchen and took slow steps to the bedroom. He removed his shoes before stepping on the carpet, setting them next to the dresser so they would be out of the way. His socked feet felt better after being released from the confinement of Sonny’s leather work shoes. They had served him well, but no matter how much he wore them, they still weren’t the most comfortable shoes in the world. 

Sonny’s blazer and tie were officially abandoned on the bed, and he’d be sure to take his jacket to be dry cleaned. He removed his belt and unbuttoned his shirt, stripping his clothes to prepare to change into something more comfortable. He was more than happy to change into a t-shirt and sweats, and he was even more glad that he didn’t have to wear his usual business professional attire until Monday morning. 

Sonny padded into the bathroom, stopping at the sink and turning it on. He lathered his hands with soap, noticing how tired he visibly looked in the mirror. He knew that he had been working hard the last several weeks, so he wasn’t shocked that it had caught up with him. He rinsed his hands and splashed cold water on his face to wake himself up. All he wanted was a good meal and a night of leisure. God knows he needed it.

Sonny returned to the main area of the apartment, his excitement peaking when he saw that you had already plated dinner for him and were just finishing setting the table. Sonny sometimes felt guilty when you doted over him like this. He didn’t feel like he deserved it most of the time, but it made him only adore you more than he already did.

“You’re too good,” Sonny gushed, walking over to you for a quick kiss. “Thanks, doll.”

“Of course. You need a decent meal that isn’t just a cup of coffee.” You told him.

You were always on Sonny’s case about eating legitimate meals every day. You didn’t like when he came home late every day after skipping lunch. And even then Sonny usually only settled on a measly dinner. 

The two of you sat across from each other at your dining room table. Sonny never complained, but he was far too tall for the small table. You had been meaning to search for one that didn’t cause his knees to be pressed up against the bottom of it. Sonny couldn’t have cared less though because he was only focused on the plate of pasta that was screaming his name.

Sonny barely even waited for you to sit before he began to dig in. Sonny was usually very polite and well-mannered at the table, but with the way he was slurping down his noodles – you would’ve thought he’d never been taught dinner table manners. He was chewing through the heat and hardly even chewing before he swallowed. 

“Sonny, honey!” You stopped him from literally choking himself to death. “It’s not going anywhere, and I assure you I’m not going to take it from you.”

Sonny paused to actually chew his current mouthful and took a moment to compose himself before he spoke again. 

“Sorry,” He chuckled, a little embarrassed. “I’m even hungrier than I thought.”

“There’s plenty more. Promise,” You caressed the calf of his leg with your foot from under the table. “How is it by the way?”

“Incredible. As expected,” He smiled. “Best meal I’ve had all week.”

“How would you feel if I told you that I have a coconut cream pie for afterwards?” 

Sonny’s fork his hit plate with a clink, and his eyes went wide with surprise. 

“You’re lying.” He gawked. 

“I swear. I didn’t make it though. I bought it on my way home.” You admitted.

Sonny went quiet for a second. His eyes squinted in thought as he racked his brain. 

“Did I miss something? Not our anniversary, not my birthday, not your birthday….” He listed off.

“Not at all,” You giggled. “I was saving it for tomorrow since I knew for sure you’d be here for dinner….but since you’re here now, I don’t see why we can’t have it tonight and tomorrow.”

Sonny was overwhelmed with love. It wasn’t that you didn’t shower him with affection like this often, but it definitely made it extra special considering he had been so rundown recently. Sonny was happy as could be sitting at that tiny dining room table, enjoying your food, and catching up with you. Sonny had missed seeing you and spending time with you — and it always reminded him how work could drag him away from you.

Once dinner was finished, and your chilled pie was being served, Sonny felt completely at ease. He had absolutely nothing to do until Monday morning, and he wasn’t even sure what to do himself.

“How’s the paperwork coming along?” You asked, scraping the last of the sweet cream from your dessert plate.

Sonny couldn’t help but groan.

“Babe, if you don’t mind, let’s not talk shop tonight,” He chuckled. “Please.”

Sonny’s request hadn’t been an irritated one. If anything, he was amused. He was usually more than willing to talk about work with you (considering that it was a great opportunity for him to vent to someone who could understand), but tonight he wanted to get as far away from it as possible. He was passionate about his work, but even then he could only take so much. 

“I’m sorry,” You laughed. “Just a habit. Do you want more?” You asked, standing to retrieve his empty plate.

Sonny stood from his own chair, refusing to let you clean up alone. 

“No, love. I’m good,” He kissed the crown of your head. “Thank you.”

Sonny helped you with the dishes, washing and drying and putting away to leave the kitchen clean for the night. Cleaning up with Sonny usually took double the time that it should’ve because he had a tendency to get distracted. You found it rather amusing because that was just how Sonny was. When the dishes were cleaned and stored away, Sonny pulled you into his chest for a kiss.

“You’re the best. You know that?” He hummed.

“I’ve been told a time or two.” You smiled against his lips. 

Now that you were looking at him up close, you could see just how weary he looked. The lasting effects of stress were clear on his face.

“You’re tired.” You pointed out, burying a hand in his graying hair to scratch at his scalp.

“Very,” He nodded, his voice gone groggy. “How about a movie?” He kissed you again.

“Sure. Can you stay awake for it?” You asked.

“Very funny. ‘Course I can.” 

Sonny had meant it. He wanted nothing more than to snuggle up with you on the couch under a blanket and spend the rest of the night doing nothing in particular. Sonny felt like he had been stuck at his desk or in the courtroom for weeks. Your apartment felt like the safest place on Earth to him right now. Sonny smiled lazily when you took his hand, prompting him to follow you into the living room. Sonny crashed on the couch, the plush pillows were a celebration to his tired muscles. He needed the rest.

“I’m going to change. How about you pick?” You suggested, offering the TV remote to him.

“Sure. Don’t be long.” He winked.

You tottered off to the bedroom to change into your own lounging attire, leaving Sonny in the silence of your living room. Sonny stared at the black screen of the television. The remote remained still in his hand. He hardly even had the energy to lift his thumb to hit the power button. It seemed ridiculous, but the thought of scrolling through Netflix to find a movie just seemed like too much work to him. 

Sonny was sunken into the cushions, nearly being swallowed by the sofa as he stared at nothing. It was so quiet in the room. So still. So peaceful. He heard you rummaging around in the bedroom, but it was like white noise to him. Before he knew it, his eyelids were growing heavy, and his breathing was reaching a slower pace. Images of the last few weeks danced around in his head. The fast pace of his career had suddenly come to a stop, and he was basking in relief. Sonny had come home to a happy girlfriend who had fed him and taken care of him in his exhausted state. He had never felt more loved. And that was the best feeling to dream about.

When you returned to the living room clad in your most comfortable clothes, you weren’t surprised to see Sonny snoozing. You had a feeling that he wouldn’t have made it long once collapsing on the couch. He worked hard to pursue his passion, and that was something you never got in the way of. It wasn’t surprising that his work caught up to him at times. If anything, it was a reminder of how hard he worked.

It didn’t bother you in the slightest. Sonny needed the sleep.

After all, you knew that he hadn’t meant to fall asleep.

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[procrastinatorimagines]

Buy You Dinner?

Fandom: SVU

Series: One Shot (maybe...)

Pairing/s: Carisi x Reader

Warning/s: reference to a rape and murder case

Word Count: 1,083

Summary: Carisi finally gets the nerve to ask you to dinner after a difficult case ends in tragedy.

It had been a long day. You'd been on your feet since before 9 and all you wanted to do was get out of the office and get some food.

You were on your way out when you noticed Carisi catch up to you. "Y/N," he called, causing you to turn.

"Hey Carisi," you smiled. Although you were tired, you always had time for him. You'd been fast friends since he joined SVU, what, six years ago? Had it really been that long?

Late nights working cases and talking about anything and everything had brought you close, but not as close as you'd have liked. Still, he never hinted he wanted to be anything more than friends, so you'd never said anything, what good would that have done?

"You heading home?" He asked, hands in pockets. He almost looked, nervous.

"Yeah I was," you told him. Was he about to ask you to stay and give him a hand with a case? You hoped not, but you would if you were needed.

"You doing anything?" He continued. God you so didn't want to remain in these walls for another minute longer, but you couldn't lie.

"Not really, just going to get some food," you answered honestly.

"Me too," he said. Okay, so not about staying for work, then what... "do you, I don't know, maybe want to grab dinner with me? You don't have to I just-"

"I'd like that," you answered, quicker than you'd meant to, it just kind of came out as soon as you realised what Carisi was asking.

"You would?" He blinked, looking a little shocked but pleased by your speedy reply.

You nodded and smiled, not wanting your mouth to betray your eagerness anymore, hoping to come off as more casual than you just had.

"Great, er, let me just grab my jacket," he pointed back to the bull pen and his desk and you agreed, watching him walk back.

Had Carisi just asked you on a date? It sounded like it, but after six years you didn't want to jump to conclusions, he might just want to grab dinner as friends. Still, why would he have been nervous about that?

He returned quickly, slipping his jacket on as he headed back over to you. "There's this new mediterranean place down the street, that's your favourite right?"

"Yeah it is, I've been meaning to check that out," you told him with a smile, pleased he remembered.

"Shall we?" He checked.

"Sounds perfect," you replied, leaning more towards the fact that this was a date. That place was nice, and definitely not somewhere you two had ever been together in the past, not when it was just the two of you.

The walk was peaceful, and you casually chatted about each other's days to relieve some of the tension and awkwardness. You'd been friends for so long you realised he was also worried about this date going well.

You got to the restaurant and we mercifully seated immediately. Sonny pulled out your chair to sit and then seated himself, ever the gentleman.

"Drink?" He passed you the drinks menu, noticing the impressive selection of wines.

"I wouldn't even know where to start," you admitted and he laughed, "why don't you make a recommendation?"

He grinned, ordering a bottle of red that you'd never even heard of as the waiter came to take your drinks order.

"Trust me," he told you with a wink when you looked like you were about to ask about his choice. You stopped yourself, you did trust him.

He shared out the food menus and you sat for a minute in silence looking at the options. Well, he might have been, you couldn't really focus on the words, instead glancing up at Sonny when he wasn't looking, not realising he was doing the same with you.

"Can ask you something?" You said at last, chewing over the thought in your head as you watched him.

"Huh? Yeah, of course," he put the menu down, giving you his undivided attention and your stomach couldn't help but flutter.

"What took you so long?" You asked, smiling and placing your own menu down.

"To ask you out?" He checked.

"Yes C- Sonny, to ask me out," you laughed, nearly slipping into your usual habit of calling him Carisi. You couldn't quite pinpoint the emotion that flashed across his face when you called him Sonny, but you could tell he didn't mind.

"Honestly? I didn't know you were interested," he admitted with a sheepish shrug.

"You didn't?" You couldn't hide your surprise.

"Well, I guess Fin and Liv said you were, but I didn't want to assume..." It sounded silly to him now, saying it out loud.

"So what made you change your mind?" You asked, your curiosity getting the better of you. You were glad he had, of course, you'd been wanting this moment for a long time, but something must have happened to give him the nudge he needed.

"This case, a couple, I won't go into details over dinner, but she... didn't make it," he began to explain, voice getting low towards the end.

"Yeah I heard about that, I'm sorry," your face softened in sympathy. Carisi had been in court today trying her rapist and murderer, according the Fin it had been pretty brutal; you shivered.

"Me too," he said distantly before clearing his throat and continuing, "anyway, her husband said to me after, that it hadn't been enough time. I said it never is, and he said no, they'd known each other for years, but he'd waited and waited to ask her out, thinking they had all the time in the world. He hadn't really considered that their time would run out. I guess I realised that sitting on my ass wasn't doing anyone any good, if I asked and you said no, at least I'd know, but..."

"I said yes," you finished for him, feeling more emotional than you'd expected. Had he really felt this way this whole time?

"That you did," he replied longingly, raising his glass in toast.

"I'm glad you asked" you told him honestly, bringing your glass to his.

"I'm glad I asked," he brought his glass down but his eyes lingered on yours, a soft smile on his face that you knew was mirrored on yours.

Okay, maybe you weren't entirely thinking about dinner anymore, but by the glint in his eyes, you weren't sure he was either...

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[storiesofsvu]

What're You Waiting For?

Covers the “Love Me Like You Do” by Ellie Goulding square of thatesqcrush ‘s Vday bingo. Sonny Carisi x fem!reader Warnings: Language, smut, slight dirty talk?

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“Hey Doll, m’sorry I’m late.” Sonny called into the apartment, freezing suddenly while the door swung shut behind him as he drank you in. “Wow.”  You giggled softly from the kitchen, clad in a light pink babydoll as you poured out the second glass of wine for your husband.

“Wine?” You asked, re-corking the bottle placing it back on the counter, briefly turning your back to him.

“Nah.” His words were suddenly hot on the back of your neck, “you’re the only thing I wanna touch.” You shrieked as his hands wrapped around your body, hoisting you up onto the kitchen island facing him, settling himself between your knees. “Thought we were just gonna have dinner tonight?”

“Well..” you looped your hands behind his neck, “that was before I realized I would be ovulating on the so called day of love.”

“Oh?” He cocked a brow, “think ya might want me to take ya to the bedroom?”

“Or you could rail me right here on the counter.” You smirked and he laughed.

“Doll, I wanna show you how much I love you, take care of you…” he caressed your face, kissing your lips softly.

“Fine.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, smiling into another kiss, “you know only you can set my heart on fire.”

“I love you more sweetheart.” He pecked your lips quickly before scooping you off the counter carrying you down the hall, gently dropping you onto the mattress.

He shot you a wink, knowing you were watching him undress swiftly until he was left in nothing, crawling over your body. Sonny leant down, lips meeting yours, moving with a familiar dance while you tugged him tighter to you, running your tongue across his lips. He parted his mouth, tongue sliding to massage against yours, groaning slightly as you began to pull at his hair, coaxing more need out of him. His lips broke free of yours, nibbling their way down your jaw, tracing a pattern down your neck until they sunk into your pulse point. You moaned out, clutching him to you as he sucked a bruise into the tender skin.

Sonny’s hands snuck under the babydoll, chuckling when he found your lack of panties, and at the way your knees instantly fell apart, opening your pussy to him. His fingers swiped through your folds and you shuddered. His mouth returned to the other side of your neck, kissing and suckling there while he slid a finger in, groaning out about how wet you were. A gentle sigh left your lips as he began to fuck you with his finger, slowly sliding in a second one. Your hand cupped his head, threading through his silvery locks as your hips began to roll, encouraging him for more. His fingers scissored, twirled, stretching you out for his cock, pulling little whines from you as he dragged across your sensitive spots.

His mouth began to move down your body as he shifted his weight on the bed, briefly sucking at the swell of your chest, pinching at your nipples through the thing pink fabric. He rucked up the bottom, leaving a trail of kisses across your stomach, nuzzling into your skin before he placed on right on your clit and you groaned. His hand slid out of your pussy so his tongue could lap at your juices, warming you up, smiling at the way your breathing was becoming more shallow.

The passion burned through you, your hand still tangled in his hair, mussing it up from its previously perfectly style. Sonny’s lips wrapped around your clit while his fingers slid back into you, adding a third and you whimpered, the coil twisting tighter within you. He always made sure you came before he fucked you, especially since you’d started trying to get pregnant. Your breaths started coming out in gasps, your pussy fluttering around Sonny’s fingers, hips beginning to quake, your clit swelling within his mouth as his tongue flattened against it. He knew you were close by the way your hand tugged even tighter in his hair, forcing him deeper into your. You shuddered, letting out a strangled moan of his name as your orgasm washed over you, panting and shivering as his fingers fucked you through it.

“Always so pretty when you come sweetheart.” He murmured, ducking down to kiss you softly. You smiled, chuckling as his arm wrapped around you, rolling so you were straddling his hips. His hands shoved the babydoll off you, leaving you bare above him. You leant down kissing him deeply.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He pecked at your lips before you sat up. You grasped his cock, smearing the pre cum with your thumb and he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as you gave him a few pumps, lining him up with your entrance.

“Well, “you smirked, barely rolling your hips, “what are you waiting for? Put a baby in me Dominick.”

You both let out simultaneous moans as his hips thrusted up into your warmth, settling for a moment while you fluttered around him. Gently you began rolling your hips, bracing yourself against his abdomen to push your hips back up and down, his cock disappearing deeply into your with each thrust. Sonny began to thrust into you, meeting your hips with his, suddenly pushing himself up to sitting, one hand kept him slightly supported, the other wrapping around you, pulling you to him. Feet braced on the bed to keep up the rhythm as your hips began to roll quicker.

“Oh God…” you moaned, your clit brushing his skin with each thrust as your forehead fell against his. Sonny nudged your nose with his, pulling a kiss from you. The kiss was full of little breaths, whimpers and cries as you worked each other toward your peaks, whispered admissions of love. Your head fell to his shoulder, burying into his skin as you felt your body begin to tremble, your thrusts starting to move faster, eager to reach your second orgasm. Sonny could feel the way your pussy began to clench around him, your thighs tightened around his hips, before your hips stilled, teeth sinking into his shoulder to muffle your cry.

He fucked you gently though your peak before flipping you onto your back, kissing you deeply before he sat up on his haunches. You gasped at the way he fucked into you, harder and faster as his hips chased after his own release. It didn’t take long, the sight of you completely blissed out under him, and the little flutters of your walls around him pushing him past the breaking point. He sunk deep into you a grunt and a swear leaving his lips as he collapsed over you, littering your skin with soft kisses.

You hummed in satisfaction, a small smile on your lips while your hands carded through his locks, gently scratching as his scalp. Sonny kissed your shoulder in a thanks as he caught his breath. Some of his favourite moments were the afterglow, still buried deep within you as you came down, caressing each other’s bodies, love wrapping around the two of you. The hand in his hair trailed down his cheek, bringing his lips to yours in a slow lazy kiss. You pecked his lips quickly, smiling up at him,

“Ready for dinner now?” You teased, and he chuckled.

“Think I worked up an appetite.” He murmured against your lips, kissing you once more, before softly pulling out. He laid a kiss on your stomach, glancing up at you with those adorable blue eyes, “ya think it worked?”

“If it didn’t I’m still open to being railed over the kitchen counter.” You smirked. Sonny laughed, pulling you in for a kiss.

“Happy Valentines Day doll.”

“Happy Valentines Sonny.”

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[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

When universes collide.

Warnings: canon typical violence, reference to Avengers: Infinity War and Endgame and jealous Defender Strange.

A/N: This is a little plot bunny that was racing around in my head and I hope you enjoy it.

Rafael Barba had experienced his fair share of mysteries as an ADA and while he was able to solve some of them; the ones he couldn’t solve haunted him.

The mystery that was currently confounding him was how you dealt with situations where your two lives collided.

The SVU squad all knew about your status as an Avenger. Rafael had been meaning to reach out to you and offer support because he could see how much Thanos’ Snaps had affected you. Every time he tried to talk to you about it, there was either a case the squad needed to deal with or a supernatural crisis that you had to resolve.

Today proved to be no different. Rafael had planned to talk to you before the trial but he’d overslept. Then, when he was in the middle of a cross examination, a multi limbed monster crashed into the courtroom from out of nowhere and began flailing around.

Many people screamed as they processed what was happening. You, Liv and Sonny were among the few who remained somewhat calm. Liv and Sonny hurriedly escorted the people out of the courtroom while you called out to the Judge.

“Do what you need to do, Detective (Surname). Just don’t make a mess.” He shouted as he too was escorted out of the courtroom.

At that moment, three men stepped out of a large, golden circle that also appeared out of thin air. Two of the men looked uncannily similar; the only difference between them was that one had a ponytail and the robes they wore.

“What’s your plan?” One of the men barked. With a jolt, Rafael realised that it was Doctor Stephen Strange who had spoken.

“Containment spell mixed with a deaging and shrinking spell,” you yelled back. You lit up your hands with magic and the men did the same. Moments later, your spell slammed into the monster. A clear prism formed around it and as it shrunk, so did the monster until the monster had shrunk to a miniature size.

Rafael identified the moment the spell ended. The small monster zoomed into your grasp and you gazed at it almost fondly.

“You know, when it’s not striking out with its limbs, it’s kind of cute.”

“You are not keeping it as a pet. It could be dangerous in ways we don’t know about.”

You unwillingly handed the monster to Stephen, who grasped it gingerly.

“Wong will fill you in. I’ll go put this back.” Stephen disappeared in a whirl of colour.

“We must depart.” The man named Wong stated gruffly. “At Kamar-Taj, we can begin to unravel the mystery that brought this Stephen to our world.”

Rafael’s jaw dropped open, “Two Stephen Stranges? This world can barely handle one.”

Rafael’s eyes met yours. He wanted you to reassure him that it’d be okay; that you wouldn’t be walking into something you weren’t prepared for. The more rational side of him knew that you couldn’t realistically promise that.

“The Judge’ll be impressed. The courtroom is minimally damaged.”

The other Strange moved to stand opposite you, blocking Rafael’s view of you and ensuring you focused on him.

“The longer I stay here, the greater the probability that a tear in the multiverse occurs and destroys both our worlds.”

Rafael heard you exhale heavily.

“Tell Liv and Sonny…”

“I will,” Rafael promised, knowing what you were going to say. Despite his desire for answers, he knew that he’d have to wait to get them.

A third portal appeared and you stepped through it. Rafael caught a glimpse of an old building before the visiting Stephen shifted to face him. There was something chilling in his gaze, like a warning to Rafael to stay away from this part of your life because he would not be able to understand it.

Then the portal closed and Rafael was left standing in the courtroom alone.

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[foryouthem00n]

“Always.”

A/N: Sorta short compared to my usual posts, sorry y’all. Inspired by the song Keep Driving by Harry Styles :)

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Maple syrup, coffee

Pancakes for two

Hash brown, egg yolk

I will always love you

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It was the first day of the trial for Sonny’s first big case as ADA. He had been up most of the night going over all of the evidence and any other important information that he’d need for the trial. You don’t know when he ended up coming to bed, but you woke up early, planning to do something special for him before he left for his big day. You carefully disentangle yourself from Sonny’s grasp, tip toeing out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

You get out pots, pans, bowls, and every ingredient that you can think of from the fridge so that you can make Sonny a big breakfast before he has to leave for the day. Sonny usually just grabs a coffee on his way to work and calls it his breakfast, but today, you knew that he couldn’t go to the courthouse on an empty stomach. You begin frying two eggs in one pan, sunny side up, and hash browns in another pan on the stove. While they’re cooking, you whip up some pancake batter in a bowl. As you start pouring the batter, you hear footsteps in the living room.

“Good morning, doll,” You hear Sonny sleepily mumble before his arms are wrapped around your waist as you stand at the stove. “Something smells good.”

“Morning, Dom,” You greet him, smiling at the feeling of his touch. “Pancakes, hash browns, and eggs just how you like them.”

“You know I love you, right?” Sonny asks, practically drooling at the sight of the food on the stove.

You giggle at him. “I love you too. Coffee isn’t enough when you have such a big case today. Now go sit, I’m almost done.”

Sonny released from his grasp on you and sat down at the kitchen table. He took a sip from the cup of coffee that was already waiting for him at his place setting. He watched as you finished cooking, plating the food and bringing it to the table.

You give Sonny his plate before sitting down at the table with yours. He puts butter and syrup all over his pancakes, and shakes some salt and pepper onto his eggs before digging in. You glance over at him as he eats, chuckling to yourself at how hungry he appears.

“Take a breather there, Counselor.” You joke.

“Why don’t I have you cook breakfast for me every morning?” Sonny asks.

“Because you insist on only coffee.” You remind him.

“After today I might rethink that decision. This is way better than coffee, baby.”

You smile in response to Sonny. “I’m glad you like it. You need all of the strength and energy that you can get for a big day like today.”

“You take such good care of me. I’m so lucky.” Sonny trails off as he goes back to eating his breakfast.

The two of you finish your food and get ready for the day. Sonny showered while you picked out your clothes for work, and then the two of you switched as you went to shower and he went to pick out which suit to wear for court. You both brush your teeth, wash your face, do your hair, etc. Sonny finishes before you, gathering all of his notes and papers for the trial in the meantime. When you come out of your bedroom and into the living room, Sonny is nervously pacing around the room.

You walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, holding him close to you. Sonny sighs in relief and you can feel his body relax a bit as you hug him.

“You’re gonna do great, Dom. You’ve already got this.” You tell him as you look up at him.

“Thanks, baby. I’m just nervous.”

“You have no reason to be nervous. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. You know exactly what you’re doing and everything will work out in the end.”

Sonny sighs. “I guess you’re right.”

“And regardless of what happens today, I’ll be right here waiting for you when you get home and we can do whatever you want afterwards.”

“Sounds like a plan, doll.” Sonny softly smiles.

“Just remember that I will always love you, Sonny Carisi, no matter what.”

Sonny tightly wraps his arms around you one last time, kissing your hair before releasing his grip.

“I love you forever, Y/N.”

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[megalony]

Reliving the dream- Part 4

I suddenly felt inspired to write for Rafael Barba and SVU again, I hope you will all like this part. Any requests and comments would be greatly appreciated.

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Summary: (Y/n) and Rafael had to recover from losing their baby 2 years ago, but their lives start to change again when (Y/n) finds out she’s pregnant again.

Enjoy.

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A smile wormed it way onto Rafael's lips and he paused in his ministrations of undoing his tie when he felt a pair of warm arms securing around his middle. He shivered when he felt (Y/n)'s face pressing between his shoulder blades and her hot breaths fanning against his skin through his dress shirt.

"Hello mi amour," His voice was soft as butter while he threw his tie onto the bed and kicked off his shoes. He had only just walked through the bedroom door and (Y/n) automatically clung to him like he had been gone days instead of hours.

"Hi baby." (Y/n) closed her eyes and inhaled his scent before she tightened her arms around him, not wanting to pull away just yet. She could feel him chuckling quietly and he reached an arm behind him to hold her hip before he slowly turned around in her arms.

With a growing smile, Rafael cupped (Y/n)'s face in his hands and pressed a longing kiss to her lips and he swore she melted against him into a puddle. "How was your day?" He spoke quietly in between kisses and he slowly walked (Y/n) back until her knees hit the bed and she sat down.

Even though she had seen him this morning before work it felt like the hours had dragged until he walked through the door. (Y/n) wasn't ever so keen on being home alone, when they were both at work it was okay because she was busy and around people but if Rafael was working and she wasn't, (Y/n) felt at a loss for what to do. All she wanted was to be wrapped up in his arms lately and the moment he let her go she felt empty.

It didn't dawn on (Y/n) that she was only in her bra and underwear until she watched her husband rake his eyes over her frame and his smile turned into a catfish grin that made her stomach flip. She had been in the process of getting changed after a bath when Rafael came home.

A curious look came across Rafael's lips as he leaned over (Y/n) with his hands resting on her hips and his legs stood between her thighs. He watched intently as she took hold of one hand and moved his palm until it was pressed under her growing stomach. Silence enveloped them and he waited patiently and confused until he felt a small wriggle against his hand that made his face light up.

They were at twenty weeks now so it was about now that (Y/n) would start to feel the baby moving and soon she would feel them kicking and she knew the moment it started, everything would feel real. Up until now she still couldn't get her mind around the fact that they were going to have a baby. That she was going to have a baby.

All she could think about was their baby girl and a repeat of history that would render them childless again.

The chances of having another miscarriage or stillbirth were very slim and extremely unlikely but it didn't make it any easier. (Y/n) wanted to be the kind of woman who could go out and look at baby clothes and buy some in advance without panicking that if she bought even one outfit, she would tempt fate and then she would suddenly have a miscarriage. It didn't feel safe to buy anything or get the spare room set up and decorated, (Y/n) didn't want to do anything until their baby was almost born.

If she was being honest with herself, (Y/n) would rather not get anything ready until she'd gone through labour and was sure they would be able to bring their child home at the end of it all.

Going through labour and ending up with no child at the end didn't even come with feelings, it left (Y/n) and Rafael hollow. They were able to see, hold and cuddle their baby for as long as they wanted but it wasn't the same because they had to savour her touch because one touch had to last a lifetime without her.

"They know their Papi." Rafael smiled charmingly before he pulled back and began to unbutton his shirt.

At their scan next week they would find out if they were having a boy or a girl and though Rafael was excited, he knew (Y/n) was apprehensive. If they had a girl, it would feel like they were replacing Bella and he knew (Y/n) would just be waiting until the day she thought she would miscarry. If they had a boy maybe she wouldn't be so panicked but he wasn't sure.

He wanted her to enjoy the experience like last time, he knew (Y/n) had loved feeling the baby move and watching her body change to look after their baby. He would feel a lot better if (Y/n) was calmer and excited rather than panicked and worried.

"Your mum came round today," (Y/n) slowly rose from the bed with one hand rubbnig soothing circles over her stomach. She made her way over to the chair in front of the window and held out a box to Rafael.

"From mami?" He questioned befoe he took the small blue box from (Y/n)'s hands and set it down on the bed to take a peek.

His breath suddenly got stuck at the back of his throat and he felt himself tense for a few seconds as he looked into the box. Rafael's hands were subtally trembling when he slowly pulled the hand-knitted blanket out of the tissue paper. It was a lovely cream colour with rows in squares and two rows or purple and green bordering around the blanket.

"It's lovely, I cried when I opened it." (Y/n) couldn't speak without her voice breaking and it made tears well up in her eyes.

The blanket was beautiful and it was hand-made which made it all the more special but it hurt.

(Y/n) felt awful when her mother-in-law came round and gave her the gift because she couldn't help but cry when she looked at the blanket. It was touching to have something so lovely that must have taken hours to complete and it would be very special to her child when they grew older. But that was the part that made (Y/n) cry. She didn't know if the baby would be okay or even alive to appreciate this gift.

When they told his mother last time that they were pregnant, she had been over the moon and she made a similar blanket which was champagne white with pink flowers and pink ribbon sewn around the edging. She also made purple slippers for their baby as well but they had been made in vain.

"She's been dying to make some outfits since we told her." Rafael gently folded the blanket back and put it back in the box before he turned towards (Y/n).

"I know, and I want her to make them but we didn't even keep the last blanket she made, we b... I can't do that again."

(Y/n) rubbed at her tired, sore eyes before she sat down on the bed and flopped to lay on her side.

Deep down, (Y/n) wished she had that baby blanket his mother made for them. It might have been something she could hold onto and cuddle when she yearned to have their baby in her arms. It would have been a good source of comfort for them both but they didn't have it anymore. When they lost Bella, they had dressed her in the only outfit Rafael's mother had managed to make for her with how premature she had been and they wrapped her up in the same blanket she had made. Bella was buried with the blanket so she was warm and comfortable.

(Y/n) couldn't go through picking an outfit out and swaddling their next baby up in this blanket to be buried in the ground. She couldn't do it again.

"Querida, we won't have to do that this time." Rafael sat down on the bed beside her and moved his hand to smooth over her stomach. "You can feel them moving about now and we know they're okay. We're gonna have a baby who will be perfect."

A grin broke out on (Y/n)'s face despite the few tears still leaving her eyes and she slowly carded her fingers through Rafael's hair when he shuffled down so that he was level with her stomach. She wasn't sure what he whispered but whatever it was made the baby within her stir before he kissed her stomach.

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"Hey hun, you want something to eat?"

Amanda's voice broke (Y/n) out of her thoughts and she tiredly looked up, trying to look around for the blonde who was sitting on her desk across from (Y/n). She had a Chinese takeout pot in her hand and chopsticks in the other that she was clattering together like a crab's pinchers which made (Y/n) smile despite how rough she felt.

Nothing she had been eating recently had stayed down long enough to digest, everything came back up and (Y/n) was feeling worse for wear because of it. She just prayed that Rafael wouldn't come down to the precinct today because she promised him if she didn't manage to keep breakfast down then she would stay home. But she didn't want to be home alone, if anything happened to the baby she didn't want to be alone and work was the best place to be when she was around her friends. It wasn't like she was doing any hard work either when she was bound to desk duty for the foreseeable future.

"No, thanks I'm good." It was tempting, (Y/n) was always partial to some noodles but she didn't want to take the risk. It would be better to fast for the day and let her stomach settle than risk eating something and throw it up later.

"You sure (Y/n)? There's some rice or some plain noodles if you want." Carisi perched himself on the edge of (Y/n)'s desk and held a container out towards her with a bright smile and a fork in his hand because he couldn't work the chopsticks properly.

"No... w-what have you got?" (Y/n) couldn't help the way her lips pulled into a frown when the smell hit her nose like a truck.

It never normally affected her but even the simplest food seemed to smell so horrid to (Y/n) now she was pregnant and it was making bile rise in her throat. All she wanted to do was eat, her stomach was growling with hunger and it was making her head spin but she couldn't when throwing it up again later felt so awful. Her throat burned from the acid when she was sick and her stomach seemed to turn in knots.

Starving herself until she was better would work because she had tried to eat little and often but it only meant she was sick more often. Even water wasn't staying down recently either.

"Sweet and sour chicken, want some?"

The moment Carisi moved the container towards her, (Y/n) leaned back and held her breath so she wouldn't smell the food and she pushed it back towards him, hoping he would get the hint and move it away.

"Sorry Carisi but it smells, could you...?"

"Yeah, yeah sure, sorry. Why don't you try some crackers?" He could see she was feeling a bit queasy and he also knew she hadn't eaten anything for lunch yet. Going without wouldn't be the best idea, at least some crackers would line her stomach and be easier to hold down.

It felt good to eat a few prawn crackers, (Y/n) could feel the tension leaving her body and her stomach- and the baby, seemed to settle a bit more when she ate a few. It was so tempting to gorge out and eat the whole bag but (Y/n) knew better than to do that because it wouldn't help and it was daring to want to try some rice and noodles but she had to pace herself and take it slow. Maybe this afternoon she could try and eat something else.

That was a mistake.

(Y/n) pressed her palm to her forehead and closed her eyes, trying to take a few deep breaths but she could feel the panic bubbling up in her stomach. Eating had been a mistake and it had barely been twenty minutes since she had those crackers and they were churning in her stomach already.

She was going to be sick and she knew it. Pushing herself up onto unsteady feet, (Y/n) tried to smile and walk slowly but she broke out into a sprint for the toilets when she could feel bile rising at the back of her throat and bubbling up into her mouth.

She didn't make it to the toilets.

Her knees caved in next to the water fountain that held her weight for her as she clung to it and heaved onto the floor. Even the cup of water she had managed to have this morning came back up with vengence and everything spilled out onto the floor until she was coughing and spluttering. Her skin was burning against the cold fountain beside her and (Y/n) could feel her body beginning to shake.

"(Y/n)?"

"Fuck," (Y/n) choked on the word as well as the water that was still trying to escape her lips.

(Y/n) tried to lift her head to see her husband hurrying towards her but her head felt like it was suddenly full of lead and weighing towards the floor. Even her eyes burned when she looked up through hooded lashes to see a blurry image of Rafael coming at her at full speed.

"Querida, look at me." Rafael's voice was gently but full of worry when he reached her side. He dropped his briefcase to the floor and in an instant his arms were around her waist, keeping her to his side. "Come on, mi amour." His voice was soft and gentle and he let her lean her weight onto him and guide her slowly down the corridor to the toilets.

The moment they got into the toilets, (Y/n) felt like the room had spun on its axis and the only thing keeping her up when her legs caved in was Rafael's arms that swooped under her armpits and hoisted her up so she didn't collide with the toilet.

"Fuck! Sweetheart, you still with me?" He wasn't sure if she had fainted or if her energy had dwindled but when she buckled, he held her back to his chest before he slowly lowered her down to her knees in front of the toilet. Sighing in relief when he heard a small whimper from her lips before her head flopped on the toilet rim and she threw up again.

With a deep breath left Rafael's lips before he kneeled down in the small cubicle with her and gently pulled her hair away from her face.

She didn't look well. Her skin was blotched with sweat and she was burning up and her tired eyes could barely stay open and even though she had been sick, her lips were clearly dry and chapped telling him she hadn't been drinking enough.

It broke Rafael's heart when (Y/n) started to cry mixed with choked breaths when she felt like she could barely breathe at all. If he'd have known she was this bad he wouldn't have gone to the office this morning, he would have stayed home with her and made sure she either ate something or went to the hospital to be checked up because this wasn't good.

"Alright sweetheart, it's okay let it out. I'll talk to Liv and take you to hospital."

(Y/n) didn't want to be like this, she didn't want to be or feel like a burden because she should be able to look after herself and the baby, Rafael shouldn't always have to come to her rescue but it was good that he did. She didn't know where she would be without him.

It took a lot of effort for (Y/n) to push herself away from the toilet and lean back into Rafael but she instantly felt better and relaxed when she leaned into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. She could feel him kissing her damp forehead and muttering something in Spanish against her hair but she couldn't work out what he said, all she could hear was static in her ears. Her head snuggled further into his chest and a murmur vibrated against her throat but she didn't know what she was trying to say.

"What?" Rafael leaned his chest back and tilted his head down to try and look at (Y/n) to work out what she said but his body tensed and his muscles tightened when she went limp against him and her head lolled against his chest. "Oh, sweetheart."

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"Rafi?"

"How do you feel, Querida?"

(Y/n) leaned into his touch when his hand smoothed over her cheek and he moved to sit on the edge of the bed she appeared to be laying in. She stayed quiet for a few moments, trying to work out what was happening and remember what she was doing before she woke up here.

She could remember throwing up at the precinct and being in the car with Rafael but everything else was made of cotton wool and clogged up in her mind.

"W-what...?" Her hazy vision looked down at her hand but she shuddered when she saw a needle stuck into her vein on the back of her hand connected to a drip. What were they giving her?

"No, no Querida leave it in, please." Rafael was quick to grab both her hands and hold them on his lap to stop her from trying to take out the IV. He couldn't have her rip it out like he'd seen her do before, there would be blood everywhere and it would only serve to hurt her. It was there to get her fluids up and to get the anti-emmetics into her system so she could start to eat properly without throwing everything back up again.

"How long have we been here?"

"About three hours I think. I brought you to the emergency room and they brought you up here, you're on an IV for fluids and some anti sickness meds so you can start to eat soon. They want to keep you in overnight and make sure you actually keep something down before we go."

He hadn't expected her to remember what happened this afternoon, she had seemed very out of sorts the few times she woke up.

He managed to get her in the car with the help of Carisi and she briefly woke up and then again when they were waiting downstairs in the emergency room. When she woke up again when they moved her into this room Rafael had pinned her down so they could put the cathiter in her vein and since then he'd made a few phone calls and waited for her to come back around again.

"I don't want to stay, Rafi, baby please-"

"You can baby me all you want but we're not leaving until they say you're ready." The way he rose his brow and quirked his lips made (Y/n)'s stomach flutter before she suddenly moved both their hands to rest on her tummy. It only now dawned on her that something may have happened or gone wrong with their baby. "The baby's fine." It was as if he could read her mind and see all the worries floating around and he wanted to quell each one to make her feel better.

He would burn the world down if she asked him to.

His smile suddenly softened and (Y/n) could see his eyes glossing over before he leaned closer until theri foreheads were touching.

"They did a quick ultrasound to double check everything was okay... we're having a baby boy, Querida."

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For @generousobservationkryptonite’s barisi advent calendar 🥰 Day 5 - Sonny & Rafael find themselves the last ones remaining at the holiday party

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[cathrrrine]

Perfect / Love Won’t Die

Dominick “Sonny” Carisi x Reader • Law and Order SVU • Domestic Fluff, AFAB!Reader

Summary: Sonny happily holds the bouquet of flowers he bought for his girlfriend only for her to open the door and start crying. He immediately panics, but soon finds himself amused when she reveals the true reason for her tears. AO3

A/N: I’ve never posted any of my SVU imagines, but I had to with this one :) Happy 2024! My resolution is to post more of my work so I’m digging through all my drafts and posting them lol. Enjoy husband material Carisi <3

In all the six months you had been dating Sonny, there were never many problems that couldn’t be resolved with a simple conversation or a hug and a kiss on the cheek. As far as Sonny was concerned, it was the perfect relationship. He had gotten to know all your little habits; likes and dislikes, pet peeves, niche obsessions. Six months wasn’t exactly a super long time but it wasn’t short either. After only half a year of dating each other, he’d confidently testify that he had fallen in love with you deeply, enough to want to spend the rest of his life with you. He was happy to get married, have babies, grow old together…the whole shebang.

Things were going steady with you. He couldn’t imagine himself being with anybody else, and he was over the moon to know that you felt the samw way. Long late-night conversations about the future the two of you dreamed of revealed that you wanted him to be a part of it as much as he wanted you. Sure, Sonny was aware of how much of a (hopeless) romantic he could be sometimes, but that was in the past, and all of those relationships weren’t with the right people. His sisters had been talking his ear off ever since high school, warning him about women that would only break his heart. It made him wince just to think about all the red flags they ticked off angrily; gold-diggers, manipulators, emotionally unstable women, emotionally unavailable women…and the likes of it. That and their own broken-heart experiences that prompted very fuelled lectures of examples of men Sonny shouldn’t follow always rang in his mind, even until now.

He’d also been made well aware of how right they were about his exes with a bunch of ‘I told you so’s’ and narrowed eyes, but those relationships were in the past and he was much, much younger (and dumber) than he is now. He only had a couple of serious relationships in his adulthood, which ended up not being the right fit for either parties. Then, his love life got buried under the heavy, heavy load of police work and law school and he never found the time to make himself available in the dating pool. He was always too tired, too beat, too mentally drained. It was never a priority.

Then everything came to a stop and his whole world wouldn’t do anything but revolve around you. Sonny was smitten, like a lovesick puppy who got shot by cupid’s nuclear-powered bazooka as fate would have it.

He never felt this way about anyone in his life before, it was a feeling he relished in and was adamant on not letting go.

You were perfect.

Obviously, you had your flaws, but all only human, none of them fatal. Like how you had a habit of ordering too much food but he ends up being the one to finish it up when you realised your eyes had been bigger than your appetite — but he didn’t mind that at all, in fact he secretly loved being able to feast like a King — or how sometimes, you would arrive 10 minutes late to your dates on one of your busiest weeks, which he never complained about because he had his fair share of being unpunctual as well. Plus, you always made it up to him one way or another.

You were absolutely perfect, inside and out. Sonny thanked God everyday for sending a woman as smart, beautiful and kind as you his way. He’s never felt so lucky.

Sonny knew and loved everything about you, down to your weirdest quirks. If there was a Jeopardy! game where the topic was You, he’d be waving around his trophy like a mad man. What you didn’t tell him, he learned. It was the same way you got to know him. The two of you were always honest with each other, trust being the pillar of your relationship, it was why you got along so well. You knew how to make him happy, as he did for you.

So, why is it that you were crying as he handed you a bouquet of your favourite flowers as soon as you opened the door to your apartment?

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” His sweet smile dropped to a concerned frown, uncomfortable and nervous at your sudden reaction.

There you were in front of him, dressed in your most comfortable pair of pyjama pants and an oversized tee that he was sure once belonged to him, messy hair up that he found extremely adorable. Nothing seemed out of place, except for the fact that…well, you were crying.

He always brought you flowers. Was he late? He glanced at the clock on your wall. No…was it something he said? Something he did? Something…he totally forgot about?

“Nothing- no, everything’s fine, nothing’s wrong.” You sniffed, hugging the fresh bouquet close to your chest, dipping your nose into the floral fragrance to smell it only to find that the tears had triggered an onslaught of snot. That only made you cry more.

The bubble of nerves in Sonny’s chest was bursting at this point, he was almost worried he was having a heart attack. “Doll, you’re crying, something’s wrong.”

He held out an arm to pull you into a hug and you eagerly sunk into his embrace. You buried your face into the fabric of his suit jacket, breathing in what you could of his faded perfume. His calloused hands stroked your hair, softly caressing your head as he cradled it. He gently peeled you off of him to get a better look of your face, now red and eyes puffy from sobbing.

He held your cheeks between his palms and you pouted, looking up at him with sad doe-like eyes, and if that didn’t break his heart that he must not have one because the look on your face was shattering him in every possible way right now. One of his thumbs swiped a fresh tear off your cheek, he felt you nuzzle into his hand.

The tall blond gently led you to your couch and set the flowers down on the coffee table before cuddling up with you close to his chest. You wrapped your arms around him desperately, wanting nothing more than to be absolutely engulfed by everything Sonny — scent, skin and biceps.

“You’re killing me sweetheart, you gotta tell me what’s gotten you all upset like this.” You felt him kiss the top of your head and love bloomed in your chest immediately. “Come on, doll, what’s up?”

You sighed, big and loud, huffing away all the choked up tears with one big breath. “I swear it’s nothing. I’m so stupid.”

He was quiet for a while until you felt his voice vibrate from his chest again, “Was it…me? Did I do something wrong?”

You whipped your head to look at him, only to be greeted with a very worried expression.

Oh, Sonny. Oh, sweet heavenly innocent Sonny. How could you not love this man with every fibre of your being when he’s got that look in his eyes? The one where his pupils are so dilated, you could see your reflection in his big, blue puppy eyes.

How could you have been so careless?! Of course he’d think you were crying because of him, the sweet stupid man — God, you loved him so much. The thought only made you more emotional…and just like that the waterworks came rushing back in.

“Oh, God, Sonny-“ you hiccuped, pulling yourself away from him to put your face in your hands. “I’m so sorry- it’s not your fault at all,”

The lovesick, worried-sick man shot up next to you to pull you into his arms once again, stomach churning at the wave of emotions you were going through. He couldn’t even detective his way through this, his mind going haywire with every sniff that came from you.

“Then what is it?” He tried to keep the panic out of his voice, “Did something happen at work? Is it that asshole again?”

With what he dealt with at his job, it wasn’t out of the question for his mind to be going down that dark path, but he shoved his anger and panic down to focus on your well-being, remaining rational until you were calm.

That made you shoot up to look at him again, words tumbling out of your mouth hurriedly to curb his worries. “No, no! I’m okay, I’m absolutely fine, Todd — that ass — didn’t do anything to me, I promise you, I swear to God. And it’s not you, it’s not anything even remotely related to anything sane at all. I don’t even know why I’m getting all worked up over a bunch of random things, it’s just so—“

“Doll.” Your boyfriend’s voice pulled you out of your rambling. The loving concern that radiated off of him was enough to bring you back to your senses. Gently, he asked again. “What is it?”

You melted immediately, both embarrassed and exhausted from all the sobbing you had been doing. “I’m on my period.”

Oh.

Oh!

“I know, I’m not usually this emotionally affected but my hormones are all over the place and my TV decided to autoplay The Notebook, now I’m a mess.” You sniffed. “I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have seen me like this, much less deal with me.”

It was only then that the detective noticed the TV screen, paused on Ryan Gosling’s frowning face.

He tried to stifle his amusement, but it came out in a fit of giggles, much to your dismay.

“It’s not funny.” You pouted.

“I just— I thought—“ His laughter consumed him, shoulders shaking as he held up his palms to his face and ran his fingers through his hair, uncaring of how it would mess it up. Sonny leaned back into the couch and continued to laugh with his hands over his face.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was so quiet it came out like a squeak, ashamed of how you cried like a baby in front of him. Although the two of you spent plenty times over at each other’s places and hanging out with each other, over the six months he knew you, you never had your hormones hit you this hard. It wasn’t uncommon to you, but it wasn’t a regular occurrence either, and it certainly wasn’t an event Sonny had the pleasure of experiencing…until today.

“It’s okay if you’d prefer to be at your own place right now, I totally get it. I won’t be offended in the least, okay? I’ll call you in the morning.” Some men in the past have been weirded out when this happened to you, so you weren’t lying when you said you wouldn’t be offended — it was ‘your fault’ anyway, that was what you had grown accustomed to.

But Sonny, the ever-loving and understanding guy, did not share the same view. Of course not! Raised-with-sisters, loves-his-mother, thoroughly Italian, good-Catholic-man-who-respects-women Sonny, would never in a million years ever even think about being upset with you just because your period messed with your emotions. And that’s why you weren’t sure why you were so surprised when he responded to your offer with a kiss.

This was Sonny. He would never think lowly of you because of something you couldn’t control.

“That’s crazy talk, doll.” He mumbled into the kiss, smiling as he continued to love on your lips. “I’d never leave you alone like this.”

You pulled away a bit to properly look at his face, “Really?”

This was the man your heart belonged to. You don’t know how you didn’t explode when he gave you the most charming smile that ever graced his lips.

“Really.”

Everything you were worried about solved itself into place, like sentient puzzle pieces figuring themselves out with confidence.

“You’re too good for me.”

Unabashedly, you continued to make out with your boyfriend on your couch, a newfound appreciation driving you mad with love.

“I’m only for you, babe. Don’t need anyone or anything else but you.”

———

Now that the two of you were freshened up and settled down with mugs of hot cocoa in your hands, you and Sonny were much more at ease.

There was nothing better to Sonny than to be cuddled up with his girlfriend with her head laying on his chest. You practically clung to the arm draped over your shoulder, making a nest out of his bicep for your face — which reminded him of a koala bear, but he kept that thought to himself. He was so comfortable, so happy that this was his life. His nose pressed against your hair, the scent of your shampoo reminding him of a holiday well-spent together in Mexico. Deja Vu hit him the minute he kissed your head, laughing through his nose when he remembered the events that happened just a few hours prior.

“Hey,” he nudged you with the arm you were glued to. You pulled your focus from the movie you were watching — a comedy, nothing that would make the ‘bloody demon hormones possess me’ as you put it — and raised your eyebrows curiously in response. “I’m just wonderin’…”

“Hmm?”

“Why did you cry when I gave you the flowers?”

You groaned, still somewhat embarrassed at the flurry of emotions you attacked the innocent man with. But you humoured the question anyway, “I opened the door and you were standing there, so handsome and so sickeningly charming, holding up flowers that you brought for me. You should be worried if I didn’t cry.”

“Wow,” he whistled. “I’m really that handsome, huh?”

You playfully hit him in the chest with your fist as you resumed your initial position, “Shut up.” A smirk managed to rip it’s way through your lips. “But mostly, I was crying because I was so sad that the flowers were going to die. I don’t know, just weird how my brain works on my period.”

It was a nonchalant mention, nothing big to you, but it stuck to his mind. Flowers dying made you upset. How precious was that? He catalogued the thought, filing it away for the future. The inkling of humour tempted him, though.

“So, not so much on the handsome part?”

You snorted, “Eh, I’ll give it a 60/40.”

“It should be in the news or something. ‘Guy So Handsome, Makes A Grown Woman Cry’” he gestured in the air as if there was a banner.

“How about, ‘Girl So Hormonal, Makes A Grown Man Cry With Her’?”

“Psh, I didn’t cry.”

“You so were.”

“Was not.”

You laughed, thinking he’d given it up when the sound of the movie began to fade into your hearing again.

“You should come over the precinct, tell the guys how I can make the ladies cry just by showing up at their door.”

He wore that goofy, toothy grin you were so accustomed to whenever he was joking around.

You rolled your eyes. Then decided to mess with him. “Excuse me? Ladies? Plural?”

The grin immediately wiped off of his face. “No- I meant lady, as in singular.”

“Mhmm.”

“I mean— no, that’s not what—“

“Sure, Son.” The monotonous voice you used made him sweat.

“You know you’re the only gal for me! I was just joking…hey, baby, come on, look at me…”

———

Months passed by and relationship milestones came and went. You finally met his family on month eight, and him yours. Month ten, you got a promotion at work and thankfully — not by your doing — Todd left the company. Sonny and the rest of the SVU team made a breakthrough on a case, you met his coworkers you heard so much about for the first time when he brought you along for their celebratory dinner. He was teased relentlessly for ‘keeping such a wonderful woman from us all this time’. You enjoyed the camaraderie that they shared with each other, and felt like you won a prize when they extended it to you.

Time passed by you so fast that you barely noticed it was almost a full year since you and Sonny made it official.

The day of your anniversary, he made reservations for the two of you at a fancy restaurant — Italian, of course. You reminisced the journey of your relationship together over some fine dining and a delightful bottle of wine. The ambiance, mixed with the light-headed feeling from one too many glasses of wine, only made the love you had for Sonny so much more emphasised. It was a dream, to be loved by such an amazing man, to have found your soulmate. If you weren’t at such busy points of your career, you’d literally have his babies right then and there. A couple of mini Sonny’s would do the world good, you pondered. Unbeknownst to you, the subject of your thoughts was thinking the exact same thing, only he was dreaming up a babble of mini You’s instead.

Sonny and you walked home together — he had basically moved into your apartment by now, he was finding it harder and harder to be separated from you at night. Having you next to him made him sleep better, and just generally being around you made him feel better — the two of you never made his move-in an official thing, but there was no need to. It was almost like you shared a telepathic connection. Although, Sonny being Sonny, will make the moving in an official thing whether you needed to or not. Maybe into an actual house, with a backyard and a huge kitchen and a family to raise in to make it a home. One day. Maybe even tomorrow. He’d do anything, anytime with you.

“Got you something, by the way.” He grinned, keys jangling on the doorknob as he swung it open for you.

“Sonny, you didn’t have to.” You blushed. One year together and he still had that effect on you.

“Well, I wanted to.”

While you were taking off your shoes, he used it as a distraction to take it out of the hiding spot he so carefully planned — his height being an advantage to said plan — and waddled over in his socks to where you were sitting on the couch, handing it to you once he was sat as well.

It was a daintily patterned gift bag, not too big and not too small either, with a card attached to it on the front. You carefully removed it to read his words in neat handwriting.

Happy 1 year anniversary, doll. I love you so much. You make me the luckiest man alive. My love for you will never die.

You wanted to cry, so touched by his short but undeniably sweet words. He saw how your bottom lip jutted out, the way it usually did when emotions got the best of you, and smiled to himself with a bit of pride in getting his words right.

Slowly, you pried the top of the bag open, only discovering a plastic dome. “Careful.” Your boyfriend noted.

You wondered what it was, going over all the possibilities in your head as you took it out of the bag; lava lamp, necklace, tiny bottle, lantern…only to gasp when you saw what it really was inside.

A small sphere-shaped cactus with a crown of pink flowers, placed inside a white ceramic pot with the words, ‘My love for you will never die’ engraved in cursive writing around it.

Ahhhh, here come the waterworks.

“Sonny,” your eyebrows scrunched up, lips fully pouting now. “This is the sweetest fucking gift ever.”

Your use of words didn’t go unnoticed by the smiling man, earning you a chuckle out of him. “I remember the time you cried when I brought you flowers, and you told me it was because you were sad ‘bout them dying…it’s cheesy, I know. Corny, a bit. But I thought you’d like it.”

The rising inflection of his voice gave away his nerves, but you were quick to make your appreciation known. “I do, I do! It’s just the most beautiful and thoughtful gift anyone’s ever given me. Thank you, baby. I’m- Aw…“

You choked up and he took that as his cue to pull you into his arms, careful to set the prickly plant down so you wouldn’t accidentally get hurt.

“It’s true though, my love will never die. You’re stuck with me for as long as you want me.”

“You know I’m shit at keeping plants alive, Son!” You couldn’t help the wavering in your voice, “Oh, but this is just so, so sweet. You’re just too cute for your own good.”

“Well, I was cute enough for you to accept the babbling guy who asked you out a year ago.” The giggling that followed made his blue eyes seem brighter.

“Yeah, I couldn’t say no to that face.”

You took the comfortable silence that ensued as a segue to your own offering to him, “Speaking of this cactus being put at the risk of dying, I’m gonna have to appoint someone to remind me it needs water every now and then.”

“I’m assuming that would be me?”

“Yup.” You shifted around to look through your purse. “So, I was thinking…”

Sonny narrowed his eyes at you, “Thinking…?”

You held out your palm and reached out for his, dropping a familiar weight into his hands. As soon as you pulled your hands away, the object revealed itself to be a single silver key with a brown leather strap keychain attached to the ring, ‘Det. Carisi’ engraved on one side and ‘Sonny’ on the other.

He looked up at you, meeting eager eyes that matched his own. You were practically bouncing with giddiness, excited to reach yet another milestone.

“Move in with me? Officially?”

God, you were so perfect.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

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[daddydoddsjr]

Can you do a one shot where Sonny has a daughter and he's overprotective of her when she's dating?

Overprotective - One Shot

Pairing || Sonny Carisi x Wife!Reader, Sonny Carisi/Teen!Daughter

Contents/Warnings || implied threats

Authors Note || with posting this, i’m now all caught up on answering asks :) so anyone is free to send in an ask for literally any svu/criminal minds character lol. will also be posting an original sonny carisi au soon which will definitely be multi-part and explicit

“A boy? Seriously? A date???” Sonny looked absolutely dumbfounded.

“He’s a really nice guy, Dad, I swear,” You and Sonny’s daughter sighed, already knowing Sonny would act like this.

You and Sonny had been sitting on the couch together when your daughter had approached the two of you, all dressed up and looking nervous over something. And then she told you that she was going on a date… which you knew about, and Sonny did not. And for good reason.

“Who is this guy? Have I met him? Who are his parents?”

“Dad, calm down.”

“Well I don’t want some sleazeball taking out my daughter.”

“I’m sure he’s a nice boy. She’ll be fine, Sonny,” You gently touched his arm. “She’s old enough to make decisions on who she can date.”

Sonny huffed, calming at your touch, but still clearly annoyed at the thought of his daughter dating.

“Is he picking you up?”

“Yea, soon.”

“I’m a cab or a car?”

“I’m his car.”

“I’m walking you out there to meet him.”

Your daughter looked slightly worried by this, but shrugged, “Fine..” She paced around the living room as the three of you waited. When she eventually got the next that he was there, she begrudgingly told Sonny that she was leaving. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Sonny get up so fast, immediately asking your daughter if she had her phone, her keys, her paper spray, her jacket, her portable charger, her this, her that…

“Sonny?” You spoke up just before Sonny was out the front door.

“Yeah, doll?”

“Don’t freak him out too bad, okay?”

Sonny rolled his eyes playfully before leaving for about 10 minutes and coming back. He plopped back down onto the couch beside you.

“How did that go?” You ask, leaning against him.

“He seems… okay. I told them to be back before midnight. And they better be.”

“I’m sure they will, Sonny. She’ll be fine.”

“I’m still going to text her every 20 minutes.”

“Sonny-“

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[hoe4almondmilk]

Little Things

Sonny Carisi x Fem!Reader

a/n: I’m like really sad and in my feelings so y’all know I gotta write my feelings out.

Warnings: just slight angst, relationship problems and some light arguing.

Sonny let out a deep huff as he watched you pack your suitcase. “Please, don’t do this, (y/n). I’m sorry! How many times do I have to apologize?” He pleaded. 

“When you actually start to mean it, Sonny.” You sniffled and continued to hustle around your shared bedroom. Finding things to pack up in your medium sized suitcase. 

You were honestly just packing up for a few days and staying with your sister in Staten Island but still you knew it was gonna be tough for both of you. You really didn’t want to be doing this but you needed a break. Both of you did.

“Please, (y/n) … I’m sure our reservations are still good. I’m sorry...” Sonny continued to beg.

“They’re not. It took me months to even get those.” You said coldly, trying to hold back emotions. 

You wanted to forgive him but how could you? This was your anniversary dinner that you and him had been planning for the past seven months. But, like the workaholic Sonny is, he completely forgot and picked up an extra shift. You knew if you had said no to him picking up the shift and reminding him, he would’ve gone. Key word: reminding him. You were constantly reminding him. Reminding him about dates and even small things like picking something up. You tried to forget those but your anniversary dinner? That was almost unforgivable. You shouldn’t have had to remind him about your anniversary. It was his marriage too. 

Sonny began to plead again, “I’m sorr- “

“Shut up!” You snapped. 

Sonny paused. His mouth slightly agape. He never heard you snap at him like that. He was in absolute shock. 

“If you were sorry, you would’ve remembered Sonny. If you cared enough, you would’ve put a reminder on your phone. You put reminders for everything else in your life, work, friends, I mean for God’s sake you had a reminder for Amanda’s birthday!” You cried. “It’s almost like you’re married to her sometimes...” 

“You know that’s not true...” Sonny replied. 

“What else am I supposed to think? It’s the little things, Sonny! This is starting to feel like the loneliest marriage.” You said as you zipped up your suitcase.

“Where are you going?” Sonny asked, tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he followed you to the door of your apartment.

“I’m going to my sister’s back in Staten Island. I really need a few days. I’ll be back Sunday.” You looked at him as you opened the door. 

“Please, just text me when you get there so I know you made it there safely. Please…” He said as he stared at you with those beautiful baby blue eyes of his. 

“Okay.” You sighed. “One thing though…” you paused as you grabbed Sonny’s hand and opened up his palm. He looked at you confused. You put it in his palm and closed it back up.

Sonny opened it and saw your wedding ring. Worry immediately colored his face. 

“You keep that while you really think about how much this marriage really means to you.” You said before you kissed his cheek and said goodbye. 

Sonny’s heart dropped to his stomach when the door closed. Truthfully, he wanted to open the door and chase you, beg you, anything to get you to come back but he knew it was far too late for that. He knew you needed this, he felt horrible thinking about how upset he made you. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on the closed door momentarily. How could you guys come back from this? 

Sonny walked over to the couch and laid down face first. He hoped maybe if he closed his eyes he could wake up back to this morning and really change things. He slowly lifted his head when he felt his phone vibrate.

“Want to join us at Forlini’s??? :)”  Amanda said in a text message along with a selfie of her and the squad. 

Sonny contemplated, wondering if he should stay home and wallow in self pity or go try to take his mind off of this shitty evening. He could use a few shots. Also maybe he could get some womanly advice from Amanda and Olivia. Sonny stood up grabbed his coat, house keys and took off.

“There he is.” Amanda said as Sonny walked over to the bar and sat down.

“Hey, guys.” Sonny muttered greeting Fin, Amanda and Olivia. 

 “God, you look rough!” Amanda noticed how disheveled Sonny’s hair was and how bloodshot his eyes were.

Sonny could feel the tears welling up again. “(y/n) left me...” as he put his hand over his face wiping his tears.

Sonny could quickly see how fast everyone’s expressions changed. 

“What??” Amanda asked in complete shock., “Oh my god, what happened?” 

“Bartender, get this man some whiskey!” Fin shouted to the bartender. 

“What happened, Carisi? Last time I heard, you and (y/n) were doing good?” Olivia asked.

“Yeah, I thought so too…” Sonny said before he downed the shot of whiskey. “Well, we’ve all been busy with this huge case, and I completely forgot about our anniversary. She had gotten us reservations at this really nice French restaurant she’s been dying to try...”

“Your anniversary? Sonny, how the hell did you forget that?” Amanda griped. 

“Can’t say I blame her.” Olivia agreed as she took a sip of her wine.

“Okay, I know.” Sonny said frustrated, taking another shot. “I fucked up really bad this time.” He groaned. 

“Where is she?” Amanda asked.

“She left the apartment and said she was going to her sister’s house over in Staten Island.” Sonny sighed, trying desperately to swallow back the tears. “I’m scared she won’t come back.”

“How many shoes did she take with her?” Fin asked.

Sonny raised his brow in confusion. “The only shoes I saw were the ones on her feet.”

“She’ll come back.” Fin chuckled. “You should be worried when she comes back and takes all the shoes.” 

Well, that did give Sonny some peace of mind. You were a shoe fiend. You usually pack at least 4 pairs just on small trips.

Sonny knew he fucked up. He couldn’t even picture losing you. You were his everything. You were there since he went from detective to graduating law school and to where he is now, an assistant district attorney. You were there for him every step of the way. He had to fix this. He needed to make it right.

Amanda and Olivia looked at each other and smiled. Somehow telepathically communicating that they had the same idea.

“Look, we’re all gonna help you win her back cause frankly, none of us want to find you crawled up in a ball inside one of the filing rooms on Monday.” Amanda chuckled to Sonny. 

“And you know I don’t like comforting people.” Fin said, rolling his eyes as he took a sip of his drink.

“Oh, we both know that’s not true!” Olivia retorted.

“Hey, we don’t need to go spilling all of my secrets!” Fin grinned.

“Okay, so here’s the plan...” Amanda began. Explaining the perfect idea, she had to the squad.

Sonny couldn’t help but smile. He felt that warm fuzzy feeling in his chest. He really loved his squad.

….

It was finally Sunday morning. You walked up to your shared apartment with your husband and unlocked it with your keys. It was about 8 am and you expected Sonny to be asleep still or just waking up. 

“Sonny?” You called out. “I’m home.” Your eyebrow raised in confusion when you didn’t get a reply back. “Okay, then.” You mumbled quietly as you placed your bags on the couch.

‘At least he kept the place clean.’ You thought to yourself as you walked across the apartment to the bedroom. You opened the door and much to your surprise your husband wasn’t there, and the bed was made perfectly… Except for the tiny card paired with a white rose sitting on the bed. 

Dear, (y/n) 

I did a lot of thinking this weekend in your absence. It has been the loneliest. I want you to play a scavenger hunt. There are three more roses I want you to collect with hints. At the end we will be reunited. You ready?

First clue is: The place we laid eyes on each other. 

 ‘Well at least the first clue was easy.’ You smiled as you turned around to get ready for what lies ahead of you for today. 

You thanked the driver as you exited the taxi. You were outside of the Manhattan District Attorney’s Office. The place you and Sonny had first met. You were working as Barba’s assistant at the time. You remember that day very clearly. As cheesy as it sounds it really was like love at first sight.  

“(Y/n)!” You heard a familiar voice shout. You turned around and saw Fin. 

“Fin?” You chuckled as you walked over to him.

“It took you long enough. This is the next clue.” Fin smiled as he handed you an identical paper card and another white rose. 

“Are you all involved in this?” You questioned fin.

“Read the damn card. I’m not spoiling anything!” Fin answered.

Woohoo! You got the first clue!

Okay, where did we have our first date?

“He’s lucky I got cab money!” You laughed as you said goodbye to Fin headed onto your next destination. Central Park. You were in deep thought the entire taxi drive to Central Park. You guys almost walked around and hung out at the park that whole date. Where exactly was he thinking?

When you arrived at your destination you strolled around trying to repeat the steps you took that date. You were probably walking around Central Park for about thirty minutes now. Where did he mean? 

It was when you walked by a younger couple exchanging a chaste kiss when the lightbulb lit up. The place you two had your first kiss! That was one of the many things that was special about Sonny. He was the first guy you ever kissed on a first date. You had a rule about kissing on the first date and he was the exception. There was just something special that first date that you hadn’t felt before. 

You snapped out of your thoughts when you made it to the location. The Bow Bridge. There was just something so romantic about this bridge whether it be the beautiful trees, the lake or just the whole vibe of the spot in general. 

“Olivia? Noah?” You called out when you saw Liv and her son Noah looking out over the bridge together. 

“Finally, you made it! We’ve been waiting forever.” Noah said as he jumped in excitement.

“Is that so?” You smiled at the excited little boy. “Liv, does he really have all of you involved in this?” You questioned.

“All I can tell you is that you found the other clue.” Olivia smiled as she handed you another card and white rose. 

You shook your head with a tiny grin as you opened up the card. 

My Love,

You are so close to finding me!

Next clue is where did we confess our love?

“Oh, no way!” You sighed to Olivia already knowing exactly where this was.

“You’re almost done.” She smiled to you.

“Go find him!!! Gooooo!!” Noah shouted as you turned to leave.

“I will!” You said walking away.

This was an easy one. How could you forget? You decided to walk this time to the next spot.  New York City was so beautiful. You couldn’t have imagined having the life you have now seven years ago. Your job, your friends, and importantly, Sonny. Maybe you were too hard on him. Sonny is an amazing guy. He was your first healthy relationship. He’s the first person who ever showed true unconditional pure love. 

It was when you saw the familiar blonde ahead of you when you made it to your next clue. The front of your old apartment complex. The place you lived up until you and Sonny were engaged. 

“Amanda?” You called out. 

“(y/n)!” Amanda said as she brought you into a deep hug. “It’s been a while.” She said, smiling at you.

You felt bad for being jealous of Amanda at times. She was always good to you. 

“Manda, it’s good to see you.” You hugged her back. “Are you the last clue before I see my darling husband?” You chuckled. 

“Almost.” Amanda said as she pulled out the paper card and white rose.

“You know I’m getting tired of running around this city with all these roses!” You said as you opened the card to read.

You did it!!!

Now, one last spot.

You mentioned this on one of our first dates.

One activity in New York, You dreamed of doing when you were a little girl.

‘He’s so sweet...’ You thought as you stared at the card, you could feel your eyes water up. 

“He really loves you, (y/n).” Amanda smiled at you as she looked at the emotion in your face.

“I know...” You said softly as you held the roses closer to your chest. 

“Then go to him.” Amanda said as he gave you one last hug. “Go!” She motioned. 

“Thank you, Amanda.” You said turning around. Jogging down the busy sidewalk. You knew this wasn’t far. 

When you were a little girl, you dreamed of going on a carriage ride around Manhattan. Cheesy, yes. But you were a little girl living in a tiny town. They didn’t have anything like that in your hometown. It was something fantasized about riding around with your Prince Charming. You could feel the tears running down your cheeks.

You started to slow your pace as you saw him. It was a busy street, but you couldn’t miss him. He was so beautiful. Standing there, almost glowing from the bright lights in his favorite suit with an enormous bouquet of white roses and next to him was a horse carriage.

“Sonny!” You shouted! Not caring who was annoyed by your shouting.

“(y/n)!” He shouted back, smiling from ear to ear.

You ran into his arms; you hugged him as tight as you could.

“You found me! I knew you would.” Sonny hugged you back gently, you could tell he was trying to harm the bouquet in his arms.

“I’m sorry Sonny.” You said crying into his chest.

“What? My love, don’t apologize. Never apologize. You woke me up.”

“Huh?” You looked up at your husband confused.

Sonny held his hand to your face, wiping your tears with his thumb. “You made me realize how lucky I was to have you. You supported me when I was a detective, I couldn’t have gotten through law school without you. You have given me a reason to wake up every single morning. You are my beautiful wife, and I couldn’t have been blessed with anyone better.” 

“Sonny...” you sniffled.

“I got you white roses because I know they’re your favorites, and I got you three for every amazing year we’ve spent together and these...” Sonny said, handing you the large bouquet. “For many more years we will spend together.” Sonny planted a deep but sweet kiss onto your lips, holding your face in his hands. 

“I love you so much.” You smiled at him.

“I love you twice as much.” He smiled back. “Now, I won’t take all of the credit. The squad did help.” Sonny chuckled.

“You still made it all happen, my love.” You said.

“Oh, we can’t forget this!” Sonny said as he pulled your ring out of his pocket and placed it on your finger.

“Did you clean it? It looks so shiny.” You asked admiring your gorgeous ring.

“I did. I remember you were talking about getting it cleaned.” Sonny smiled and kissed your hand. “Still not as beautiful as you.”

You laid a soft kiss on his cheek. “Now, let’s get on this carriage!!” You jumped in excitement.

Sonny couldn’t help but stare at how beautiful you were when you were happy. He watched as you began to climb into the carriage. He was so damn lucky. 

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[kayyybenson]

Undercover - Sonny Carisi

    "Just so you know, I do NOT approve of this!" Sonny was trying so hard to get me to back out of an undercover job.

    "Sonny, love, I am the only person on the squad who can pass for a teenager." I placed my hand on his cheek to reassure him. "I promise it will be okay."

    "You won't have your gun on you!"

    "I'm trained in hand-to-hand combat."

    "Y/N, are you aware of how dangerous this is?" He grabbed my arm and pulled me backward. "You are going around a bunch of dangerous pedophiles posing as a teenager."

    "You'll hear everything from the van. I'm hooked up with a wire." 

    "I know but-"

    "Sonny, this is literally my job, and at one point it was yours." I referenced his homeless undercover job. "I can handle it." He sighed and kissed the top of my head.

    "I know doll."

------ DUN DUN ------

    I took a deep breath before exiting the van and walking down the street. my shield was hidden in my dress, it was a crowded part of town so you wouldn't think they'd try anything. "Hello, gorgeous." A husky voice made me jump and turn around. "How old are you beautiful?" He towered over me.

    "I-I'm 16." I stuttered.

    "So you're the perfect age." He groped me and I squeaked. "Follow me," He pointed a gun at my head. "My friends will like you." I gulped and reached into my purse to turn on my tracker. "Hey guys look what I found." Four other men turned to me, scary smiles on their faces.

    "So mature for your age." I didn't want to blow my cover so easily but something told me to push him away, I didn't listen and punched him instead. He stumbled back a couple of inches before wiping blood from his face and smirking. "A feisty one I see."

    "Get away from me." I elbowed the guy who stood behind me and moved to disarm the guy holding the gun, which was super easy since he was next to me. "Canatope," I mumbled the safe word, alerting the squad. 

    "Okay, let's put the gun down." I lowered my gaze to the men on the floor. 

    "Why? So you can pray on more minors?" I pulled my shield out of my dress and flashed it at them. "Too bad I'm not one myself."  He ran at me so I shot him, point blank in the forehead. Once I processed what I had done I backed up and started crying, the squad ran in, arresting the remaining men. 

    "Hey, hey." Sonny's voice sounded distant as he attempted to comfort me. "Give me the gun Y/N." I looked at him eyes wide, mouth agape. I dropped the gun and collapsed.

    "I-I didn't, I didn't mean to. I can't breathe." He cradled my sobbing form in his arms.

    "You did what you had to do Doll." 

#sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit

[noellawrites]

Isolation - Yandere!Rafael Barba x reader

requested by @detectivebarba

summary: After you are shot while on duty, Rafael manipulates both you and the SVU squad to get what he wants.

warnings: shooting, bullet wound, reader is hospitalized, angst, lying, manipulation

A single shot rang out, causing you to turn your head towards where the commotion was coming from. Your service weapon was drawn, but you didn't have time to shoot. The bullet hit you right below your chest.

You slammed into the ground with a groan. Pain ricocheted through your body, but you knew you were lucky. Your vest had caught the bullet.

"11-41, we got an officer down. I need a bus to Irving and East 17th ASAP," you heard Sonny call over his radio.

Liv was on the ground next to you in a flash. She had pulled your vest off and was examining the damage.

"It looks like the vest caught most of the damage. You're going to be fine, (y/n)," Liv assured you.

You watched from the ground as Amanda and Fin apprehended the shooter and wrangled him into the backseat of the squad car.

"P-please c-call Raf," you rasped, and Liv nodded. Your breathing sounded erratic and you were coughing and wincing in pain. Sonny turned around, bending down to the other side of you.

"I think you've got a punctured lung, (y/n)," Carisi explained.

Your eyes widened and tears threatened to spill from them. You couldn't speak, so you only shook your head vigorously.

Liv stood up and dialed Rafael's number. She wasn't looking forward to breaking the news to him, as he was extremely protective of you.

"The vest caught the bullet, but it looks like they have some broken ribs and they're having trouble breathing. I know, Rafa. We'll meet you at Mercy."

—

Everything became a blur once you were loaded into the ambulance. Liv rode with you while Sonny drove the squad car to Mercy. Fin and Amanda were booking the shooter and finishing the paperwork, but promised to come to visit as soon as they could.

A flustered Rafael was already sitting in your room once you were brought back from your emergency surgery. He stood up as soon as he saw the nurses wheeling your hospital bed back in.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, concern thick in his voice.

"Better, now that I can actually breathe. Hey, where is everyone else?" you asked, looking around your private room. There were already four vases of flowers, but no one else was there besides your boyfriend and the two nurses hooking up your IV bags.

"They'd only let one person in at a time, so I told them I was your husband. I'll go out and tell everyone that you're awake and out of surgery, though," Rafael promised.

He leaned over, kissing you on the forehead and smiling at you before he exited the room.

—

Rafael was stunned at just how many NYPD employees had showed up to support you. He walked into the lounge and guessed there had to be at least thirty people. There were lots of beat cops, mostly people he recognized as old friends and co-workers of yours.

He spotted Liv and Sonny standing in a corner with Chief Dodds and IAB Captain Tucker. Rafael approached them and took a deep breath.

"They're out of surgery and conscious. They don't want any visitors, though. Any idea why that son of a bitch would do this?" Rafael said, clenching his jaw in anger.

"Fin and Rollins are workin' on it, but we got nothin' so far," Sonny explained.

"No visitors? Any idea why?" Liv asked, narrowing her eyes.

"They said they didn't want to see any of you. I'm pretty sure they're planning on leaving the squad after this. I'm sorry."

" Well, give them these if you could, counselor. It's from all of us down at 1PP," Tucker explained, handing Rafael a bouquet.

"I will, thank you," Rafael nodded, taking the flowers.

"And these, my ma made an emergency cannoli batch when she heard," Sonny added, shoving a Tupperware container into Rafael's other hand.

Rafael couldn't wait to get back into your room, take your phone and block each and every one of them. He would take care of you and nurse you through your recovery without the squad to bother him.

He was quite proud of this plan he'd set into motion. He paid the shooter handsomely, as he would be serving a few years in prison. It was airtight, nothing could be tracked back to him. And now, you were all his.

—

You woke up from your nap and turned to your left side, where Rafael was sitting. He was texting something on his phone and hadn't noticed you'd woken up.

"Rafa?" you mumbled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"Hey, baby. You have a good nap?"

"Yeah. Did anyone come by to visit?" you asked. You wanted to see your friends more than anything.

"Just Tucker to drop off some flowers," your boyfriend explained.

You frowned, glancing out the window at the New York skyline. You got shot, broke two ribs and your lung collapsed, and your friends couldn't even bother to come see you in the hospital?

"I'll call Liv, I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding. Maybe they think I'm still in surgery or something," you said, grabbing your phone from the tray table beside you.

You clicked on Olivia's contact and tried to press the call button, but your call was immediately rejected.

"That's weird," you remarked, and tried again. Again, the call rejected.

You narrowed your eyes and tried Sonny's contact. Then Amanda. Then Fin. All rejected calls. You turned your phone off, tears welling up in your eyes. Why would they ice you out like this?

"I'm sorry (y/n), but they don't want to hear from you or see you. I tried to call them earlier and only Liv answered. She said you're off the squad. I'm really sorry," Rafael explained, standing up from his seat and moving to stand over your hospital bed. He wiped the tears from your eyes and looked at you with an expression of pity.

"Why would they do this?" you sobbed, covering your eyes with your hands.

"Once you get out of here, I'll move you into my apartment. I'll take care of you, okay? I promise," Rafael said, smiling at you and bending over to give you a hug. He would always protect you, and you would never have to know the truth.

#rafael barba x reader #law and order svu x reader #yandere rafael barba #yandere law and order svu #rafael barba #law and order svu #law and order svu imagine #svu x reader #barba x reader

[tropes-and-tales-archives]

Sonny Carisi: Second Chances, Part One

WC: 1739

TW: Angst; break-ups.

AN: This is part of a mini-series. The rest can be found here.

AN2: This first part is Nick Amaro x reader. The following pieces are Sonny Carisi x reader.

You sat in the cool interior of your car, waiting for your boyfriend to finish up his physical therapy.  He would be a long road back, but he was making great progress already.

You had met Nick Amaro three years ago when you transferred into SVU from Major Case.  Back then, he had been married to Maria and partnered up with Olivia Benson, and you had been chronically single and partnered with Fin Tutuola.  You had managed to keep an admirably professional relationship with Nick, even joining him and his wife for a dinner party at their house once, but when his life fell apart with appalling force, you had done what you always do:  you swept in and helped him put it back together.

When he was struggling in his marriage with Maria and dealing with the duel issues of her being stationed overseas and his own bitter jealousy, you were there to reassure him that no matter what happened, he had a wonderful daughter.

When he was struggling to come to terms with his son, Gilberto, and the crushing guilt that came with not being in his life, you were there to reassure him that the important thing was that he was there for Gil now.

When he was struggling with his undefinable relationship with your coworker, Amanda, you were there to reassure him (through clenched teeth and carefully chosen words) that he couldn’t save everyone, and maybe Amanda needed to hit rock bottom before she got help.

You had loved Nick within moments of meeting him, but you never acted on it and it always felt like innocent puppy love anyway.  For a while, he was married, and then separated, and then divorced, and then hooking up with Amanda.  The whole time, you loved him from afar and supported him as a friend and just chalked the whole situation up to unrequited love.

It wasn’t until you were paired up on a case regarding a future monster, a man who had a torture room built into his home, that you became more than friends.  Nick had reacted badly to the man being acquitted, punching him and getting arrested for assault.  You helped bail him out shortly thereafter, and that night, you and Nick hooked up after he reached for you like a man who was drowning.

To you, it wasn’t hooking up, which made it sound casual and nonchalant.  To you, it was the culmination of more than a year of repressed feelings and one-sided ardor. 

You assumed that Nick was just blowing off steam, proverbially speaking, but he kept coming over to your apartment, kept spending time with you.  It morphed from just sex into dinner dates and lingering walks in the park and the occasional game at Yankee Stadium.  If he never said “I love you,” it was likely due to his abominable track record with women. 

He’ll say it someday, you reasoned with yourself.  Give him time.

Even when he was seriously injured in a courthouse shooting, a shot to the liver and one to the knee…even when you were there by his side, grasping his warm hand as he drifted in and out of consciousness…even as you smoothed his hair away from his forehead and soothed him as he wept about his police career.  Even then, though – he still didn’t say it.

Someday, you thought.

He was released from the hospital, and you moved him into your building because it had an elevator and a nice shower with a low step in – perfect for his continued recovery.  You used up some of your personal days to help drive him to doctor’s appointments and therapy.  Nick always thanked you profusely, pulling you in for fierce kisses while proclaiming that he didn’t deserve you.  Then he’d get a faraway look in his eyes, and you wondered what he was thinking.

When you caught him working through his finances one night, and when you noted how he hid his papers from you when you walked in, you wondered even more.  And when you saw a tab on his browser history about engagement ring values, you felt a pleasant churn in your gut.

So you waited for what came next, and in the meantime, you waited in your car for him to finish his therapy.

He exited the building twenty minutes later, still on crutches and with a fistful of papers clenched in his hand.  Your inclination was to rush out and greet him, open the car door for him, but you knew that he hated feeling useless, so you waited while he hobbled himself to the car and climbed in.

“Good appointment?” you asked, flashing him a bright smile.  He turned and smiled back at you.

“I’m officially done,” he replied.  He held up his sheaf of papers and showed you his at-home exercises.  “And I’ll probably be off these crutches in a week after that, once the final stitches come out.”

“That’s great!” you exclaimed.  You pulled out into traffic and drove home, enjoying Nick’s sunny demeanor.  The windows were down and a nice breeze was ruffling his hair, now longer than he usually wore it when he was on duty.  “You’ll be back to chasing down perverts in no time.”

“Yeah,” he said, but he didn’t say more. 

----

It was two days later that he pulled you aside to talk to you.  He was sitting on the couch and called you over to sit beside him.  He took your hand in his own and looked at you with those big, brown eyes that you could get lost in.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he said with a slight smile.  “I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me.  You’re the glue that’s held me together the past year…”

You interrupted him.  “I’d do it again, Nick.  You know I love you.”  You noted the slight flinch on his face when you said it and frowned. 

“I know,” he said, and he seemed like he was choosing his words carefully.  “And you know that I care about you too.”

There it was.  Your stomach dropped and you felt a hectic flush break out across your face and neck.  The giddy anticipation of being proposed to – you hadn’t wanted to believe it, but the evidence was all there, he was shopping for rings, and you were a detective, for heaven’s sake, it all made sense – disappeared. 

If he couldn’t respond that he loved you too now, he never would.  Despite the evidence, you had misread the conclusion.

“I’m not returning to the NYPD,” he said, and he squeezed your hand lightly.  “I’m…I’m going to move to California.  To be near Zara and Gil.”  You pulled your hand away from his, and he added quietly, “I wanted you to know first, before I tell Liv and the rest of the squad.”

A small part of you, a stubbornly optimistic, stupid part of you thought that the next sentence out of his mouth would be a plea for you to join him on the west coast.  But that part of you was, well, stupid.

“I can never thank you enough…” he repeated, but you refused to look at him, and he trailed off uncomfortably.  There was a long, heavy silence.

“I was never going to be enough for you, was I?” you finally asked.  You weren’t angry – that would come later, and it would last a long time, but you didn’t know that yet.  You just felt drained.  Defeated.  “All the love and support, all the times I was there for you…it still wasn’t enough.”

Nick started to shake his head, and you could see him trying to think of something soothing that was still the truth, but you continued.

“I guess at least Maria was smart enough to move on.  Amanda was smart enough to move on.  I’m just the idiot who sat around and waited, thought that if I held on long enough and was there for you, you’d see the real me.”

Nick placed his hand on your knee, patting it gently.  “I do see the real you,” he said softly.  “You are amazing.”

“But not amazing enough for you.”

Nick sighed.  “This isn’t what I wanted.  I never wanted to be divorced, a father to two kids with two different women, starting a new career mid-life.”  He sighed again, heavier.  “And I never wanted to lead you on, but you’re so…so you.  So accommodating.  So easy-going.”

You scoffed bitterly.  “So stupid.  So blind.”  You pushed his hand off of your knee and stood up.  “So willing to believe that you were engagement ring shopping.”

Nick sat up, startled.  “When did you see that?”

You shrugged.  “You were in the shower, and I got online to order dinner.  It was an open tab.”  You glanced at him and noted the irritation on his face.  “I wasn’t snooping, Nick.  You left it out there for anyone to see.”

“I’m sorry you saw that,’ he replied as realization dawned across his face.  “You must have been thinking…”  He trailed off, clearly uncomfortable, then dropped his head in shame.  “When Maria and I divorced, she sold her engagement ring.”

“So?”

“So.”  He didn’t want to finish, but you held him with the force of your gaze.  Let him be uncomfortable, uneasy for once.  “So, I wanted to find a similar ring…for when I propose to her again.”  He said the last part so softly that you could hardly make it out, but the message landed like a clanging church bell all the same. 

You nodded curtly and walked over to the door, grabbing your keys and phone. 

“We’ve been talking for a while,” he said after your retreating form.  “It’d be best for Zara if we…”

You didn’t catch the rest of it.  You were already out the door, down the hallway, and outside.  If you could, you would have walked forever, as far from California as possible, up the east coast, through New England and up into Canada until the coastline gave out and you could walk into the surf and let the Atlantic pull you into its chilly embrace.

Instead, you walked to Central park.  And when you returned to your apartment late that night, Nick was already gone.  He was probably at his mother’s house, but it didn’t really matter.

He had never really been there to begin with.

#sonny carisi #sonny carisi imagine #sonny carisi x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #tropes and tales

[storiesofsvu]

Pros & Cons

Sonny Carisi x fem!reader Warnings: Language. Feelings. Fills the “The Truth” by India Arie square on thatesqcrush​ Vday Bingo

**

This entire situation sucked. Absolutely and completely terribly sucked. New York had been everything that you could have ever dreamed it would be, you’d moved there to take a job that was a stepping stone towards your ultimate goal and ended up loving that level even more than you would have thought. The company instantly knew that you were a promising employee and kept you in their minds for other opportunities for advancement over the next couple of years. You figured it was temporary, though the company had other offices within the city, there was a chance you’d get to stay in the same place if a promotion came your way. Since you were more career focussed, most, if not all of your friends were work ones. You busied yourself with them and making sure you were doing your best at your job, leaving no box unturned.

Then you had a one off, very high chance meeting with a tall silver haired, sapphire eyed detective and everything started to change.

Sonny was the greatest sweetheart you’d ever met, every single thing he did was so throughout and full of adoration and appreciation it made you absolutely weak in the knees. Early on, you’d discussed that you might only be in the city for a short period of time, and he was okay with that, he just wanted a chance to spend time with you. Thing being, you both fell, hard and fast for each other. You’d tried to avoid the inevitable, not defining your relationship right away, saying it was casual, but you both knew the truth, you were head over heels in love. Even Bella knew by the way Sonny talked about you that there was no doubt you were the one for him.

Which is why you were currrently sitting at your kitchen table, half empty bottle of wine in front of you alongside a pros and cons list. You felt ridiculous, like the stupid episode of Friends when Rachel finds Ross’ pros & cons list of her. Not that your list was about Sonny…only slightly related, and at least he knew it existed, even if he didn’t know what was on it.

The company you were working for finally had an opening for a promotion, and it wasn’t just any job, it wasn’t the next rung on the ladder, it was the top of the ladder. The job you’d been dreaming of since you graduated, the career you’d spent your life working for, offered to you up on a silver platter, all you had to say was yes. Problem was…it was in L.A.

You’d shown up at Sonny’s door in tears that first evening, they were half happy when you’d knocked, but the moment you saw his smiling face you broke into sorrow at the realization of what was actually happening. He let you get it all out, listening to you as you explained everything, listing out all the details, laying all the cards out on the table. You couldn’t help but cringe at the way his face fell when you mentioned California, and honestly you felt like your heart was shattering into a million pieces. You’d both been holding back knowing that a day like this might pop up, but neither of you thought it would be so soon, if it even would.

Sonny had just transferred into the D.A’s office, and you both knew he would never get such an incredible boost up in L.A. No one out there would care if he’d worked Special Victims for years as a cop, he was at the true bottom of the totem pole like the rest of the junior prosecutors. It wouldn’t be fair to him you said. He retaliated that it wouldn’t be fair to you to stay in a menial job while you waited for a promotion closer to home. Problem being that behind the words you both said, were the unspoken ones, the ones you didn’t need to say out loud, the ones that danced between your eyes, skating along the brimming tears in those baby blues.

Neither of you wanted a life without the other.

Which was exactly how you ended up spending your Friday night staring at a pros and cons list. The longer it went on, you started to look back over it, realizing that only the first couple of points actually had to do with work. The further down you went, everything had to do with Sonny.

‘I love the way he makes me feel’

‘His light, it shines to bright I wouldn’t lie’

Sighing heavily you gulped back some more Pinot, pulling the unsigned work contract toward you, flipping through it. Like any smart human, Sonny had read through it for you, highlighting and noting points that were important that a non legal eye might miss. The salary honestly wasn’t much more than what you were making, there was no moving expenses covered, no help finding housing or transport once you’d moved. But most importantly…there was no Sonny. Despite having not actually said the words to each other, you both knew that long distance was out of the question, it wasn’t like either of your careers was a temporary bump in the road. They were the end game. Which was exactly the way you saw each other.

You instantly didn’t care about the California waves, the beaches, the warmth of the days, it wouldn’t matter, everything would feel absolutely bleak and empty without your own personal sonshine around. Shoving the contract into your bag you grabbed your phone and coat, tumbling out of the apartment, you’d made up your mind and you needed to say it now before risking everything blowing up in your face.

*

Sonny had just given up on concentrating any longer, the rest of Hogan Place was basically deserted, everyone having left earlier for the long weekend. He could hear some scuffling of feet in the hallway, figuring it was a few paralegals scrambling for extra hours until there was a knock on his door jam.

“Doll?” He was slightly taken aback, having not expected to see you until the next night, “what’ya doin’ here.”

“Uhm…” you stepped into the office, pulling something from your bag, “I was kinda wondering if you happened to have a paper shredder?”

“Yeah..why?” His brows furrowed, that adorable little 11 forming between them and you couldn’t help but giggled, extending the contract out in your hand.

“I have zero need for this. Didn’t just want to chuck it in the garbage just in case.” He took the papers from you, flipping the first few, confirming what it was before looking up at you, a softened expression on his face.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Dominick, I love you, more than I ever thought was even possible. And I always will, there isn’t a substitute for the truth.”

“Ya serious?”

“Fuck California. All I need is you. I’d be happy being a hot dog vendor as long as I got to spend my life with you.” He chuckled.

“Well I don’t think we need to go quite that far.” He dropped the papers onto his desk, “but sweetheart I don’t want you to do this just because of me, this is your dream.”

“It was my dream.” You smiled, stepping toward him, taking his hands in yours, “and what is it that Rapunzel said? You’re my new dream.”

Sonny felt like he absolutely melted in that moment, knowing that you were one hundred percent certain, there was no doubt in either of your hearts that this was exactly where you were meant to be, and who you were meant to be with. He pulled you to him in a deep kiss that only broke when you were both smiling and laughing too wide to be able to continue.

Two weeks later you moved in together, finding a cozy two bedroom apartment to make into your future home. A beautiful starting point for what was sure to be a beautiful family. A month later and Carisi stumbled his way through a proposal that he barely managed to finish before you knocked him over in your excitement. You ended up getting married on Valentine’s Day, the ceremony as small as possible at his church followed by a reception with the closest friends and family. Every day from that night in his office you both knew you’d made the right choice, nothing mattered as long as you had each other by your side.

#sonny carisi #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi fluff #law and order svu #law and order #svu #sonny carisi one shot

[foryouthem00n]

“Interrogate.”

A/N: Request from @mooneeeee , I apologize that it took so long to post! There will be another part to this as well, maybe three in total but I’m not sure yet. Also I know that I’ve stated that I don’t write smut but this is about as far as I’ll go in that department! Even this was hard for me but I needed to write it so that I could establish the relationship. Song lyrics from 1 step forward, 3 steps back by Olivia Rodrigo

~

You got me fucked up in the head, boy

Never doubted myself so much

Like, am I pretty? Am I fun, boy?

I hate that I give you power over that kind of stuff

'Cause it's always one step forward and three steps back

I'm the love of your life until I make you mad

It's always one step forward and three steps back

Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy, I don't understand

~

“Oh, Dom!” You cried out, digging your nails into Sonny’s back.

“You’re so good, baby.” Sonny praised in between kisses, continuously thrusting himself inside you, about to climax.

Sonny moaned as he finally came, the two of you both breathing heavily. He flopped himself down onto the bed beside you. You slid over to him, laying your head down on his bare chest.

“God, I needed that.” Sonny sighed, kissing your hair.

“Long day?” You asked.

“Long day would be an understatement.” Sonny grumbled.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I’d rather talk about how fucking hot you look right now.” Sonny eyed your naked body up and down.

You blushed, staring up at him. “You don’t look too bad yourself, Counselor.”

Sonny hummed in pleasure, kissing your hair again.

You laid on his chest and admired the way his body looked, the way that you felt so close to him in the moment. The casual sex was great, but you love the cuddling and sleepovers even more. You want so much more than just sex with Sonny, but there’s always something that gets in the way. Sonny lashes out any time you try to bring up your relationship or the way that he or you feels about things.

As you were just about to drift off to sleep, you heard Sonny’s phone vibrate on the bedside table. You sat up off of Sonny and he rolled over to grab his phone.

“Who is it?” You asked.

Sonny ignored you as he read whatever message he received. You watched as his eyes moved from right to left, glued to the phone screen.

“Is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Y/N. Why are you so concerned about who’s texting me?” Sonny snapped.

“I’m not concerned, I was just curious if it was work related. Didn’t know if you’d have to leave again.”

Sonny got up out of bed and began putting his clothes on. “I do have to leave, actually. And it’s not because of work.”

Your eyes widened. You didn’t understand what you had done to make Sonny so frustrated and why he was being so harsh all of a sudden. You could tell by his reaction that Amanda Rollins was the one texting him, and the reason for him leaving. They’ve been close ever since you’ve known Sonny.

“Sonny, wait! Can’t you just talk to me?”

“What is there to talk about, Y/N? We’re not together, which means I can do whatever I want with whoever I want. It’s none of your business what I do or who I text or who I hang out with. I’m a grown man and I don’t need to be interrogated.”

“I’m not trying to interrogate you! Aren’t I allowed to ask you questions, make conversation?”

“Sure you are, but not when it involves my texts or the other people in my life. You get so clingy out of nowhere and it’s fucking annoying, Y/N.”

You stared at Sonny blankly and he stared back at you. You didn’t respond to him, and it seemed like he had nothing more to say. While on the outside you seemed unbothered, on the inside, Sonny’s words hurt. He abruptly lashes out but it ends up being your fault. For what reason? Why does this keep happening?

Sonny huffed, grabbing his things. “I’ve gotta go.”

You watched as Sonny walked out of your bedroom and down the hall, taking a turn and then disappearing from your sight. You laid back down in bed, rolling over to your side, preparing to go to sleep. You were hurt by Sonny but it wasn’t a deep hurt. You weren’t worried about what would happen next. You would go to bed and forget about the whole situation by the morning.

Besides, Sonny will come crawling back. He always does.

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[megalony]

Reliving the dream

This is a Rafael Barba imagine that I am hoping to make into a small series, I hope you will all like it, feedback is always lovely.

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Masterlist

Part 2

Summary: (Y/n) and Rafael had to recover from losing their baby 2 years ago, but their lives start to change again when (Y/n) finds out she’s pregnant again.

Warning: Brief mention of misscarriage.

Enjoy.

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"Clocking out?"

(Y/n)'s head turned to the right, the distant look in her eyes washing away as she focused on Carisi approaching her with a smile. She hated to admit it but throughout the day, a lot of what Carisi had talked about hadn't reached (Y/n)'s ears. Her mind had been running away without her for a while and she knew he was starting to notice.

"What?"

"Are you ready to go home?"

A tired but still bright smile formed on Carisi's lips as he moved to perch himself on the corner of (Y/n)'s desk, his jacket slung in the crook of his elbow and his bag now resting by his feet on the floor.

Carisi was a talker, he was big on chatting and having the air full of noise rather than silence. Usually he could have a chat with (Y/n) since she was a talker too and now that they were partners, it seemed like a perfect fit. They could talk about anything and everything but not be distracted from their work. But he knew there was something playing on (Y/n)'s mind today.

"Yeah, it's been a long few days."

(Y/n) did want to go home, she wanted to see her ADA who hopefully would be home by now too since he didn't have to prep a witness until tomorrow afternoon. But the thoughts playing on her mind were easier to have when she was at work than when she was at home where the thoughts seemed to get louder.

"Ain't that the truth... you okay, something worrying you?" Carisi tried to look at (Y/n) but she wouldn't meet his gaze, her eyes focused on her desk before she opened her bottom drawer which was essentially a nicnac drawer.

"Just family stuff, I'm okay. So what's on your agenda for tonight?" It was only fair that (Y/n) kept up the small conversation considering her mind had been elsewhere all day. She didn't want to be rude to Carisi when they got along and there wasn't anything he had said or done to upset her or make her practically mute like this. It wasn't his fault that her mind was drifting somewhere else completely and he was always there to listen, (Y/n) had to do the same.

Carisi's words about possibly hitting a bar before heading home for a quiet night seemed to drown out once again in (Y/n)'s ears when her eyes set on something in her drawer.

She couldn't help herself, her fingers felt like magnets as they latched gently around the small square of paper she forgot was tucked away there.

(Y/n) could feel the anger and pain swelling up in her chest and filling up her lungs. Her eyes started to burn, desperate to shed at least one tear to rid herself of some emotion but she couldn't. Not here, not now. But her eyes wouldn't look away from the paper that was making her want to curl up in a corner and disappear. The black and white picture of pain and lost potential was all (Y/n) could see.

"Oh wow, I didn't realise you had a kid- oh, or should I be saying congratulations? That's a neat photo."

(Y/n)'s eyes finally managed to look up at Carisi as he babbled away, his lips curving into another signature smile that made his eyes crease at the corners and small lines appear on his cheeks. He knew he could babble and talk nonsense until the sun went down and that wasn't a fault in him, but right now it was something (Y/n) found painful.

Couldn't he of just gone home without talking to her?

"No... uh, no congratulations required." Throwing the picture back down into the drawer, (Y/n) slammed it shut before she stood up far too quickly. Her glossing eyes looking at Carisi as she tried to compose herself. "That was just, a bad dream."

She couldn't bring herself to say goodbye or goodnight, she just wanted to go home.

"I didn't... I didn't mean-"

Carisi cut himself off, smoothing his hand over his mouth and jaw, his other hand clamping down on his hip as he turned his head to look across at Amanda and Fin. His eyes narrowed when he noticed the way they were looking at one another, sadness and apprehension in their eyes while they stopped in their preparations to go home. It was clear they had heard the conversation as well as noticed the change in (Y/n)'s attitude before she left in a hurry.

"I wasn't trying to be rude." His voice was quiet and his eyes locked with Amanda when she took a few steps towards him, shrugging her jacket on whilst biting her lip. Her nose crinkled up and her eyes squinted in a look that told Carisi he had stepped into no mans land.

"(Y/n) had a miscarriage two years ago, Barba dropped three open cases to look after her." Scratching her head, Amanda gave Carisi a small smile. "Goodnight, Carisi."

It was something that still plagued all of SVU despite everything having to ignore it and keep the memories in the past. The subject of children was something that was fine to talk about as long as none of it was directed towards (Y/n). She would chip in conversations but didn't want to have full blown conversations. Instead of stepping on eggshells around (Y/n), she preferred everyone just pretend it never happened.

Amanda still remembered it vividly.

(Y/n) crippled in pain, Barba arguing with the judge to the point he could of gotten disbarred. Following the ambulance to the hospital, then the weeks afterwards where the couple weren't seen barely at all. Three SVU cases were abandoned by Barba and a replacement ADA had to be brought in to take over. Setting the cases back because the new ADA had to go over evidence, talk to witnesses and be walked through the entire cases.

None of them had ever seen that side of Barba before.

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"Carino, I'm home." Rafael placed his briefcase down next to his shoes, shrugging off his blazer before he padded into the apartment. His eyes scanned around to try and find his beloved and his hands loosened the tie around his neck so he could feel less restricted and formal now he was home.

As he padded over the fluffy grey rug beneath his feet, Rafael looked around the living room. The tv wasn't on which showed him that (Y/n) had a late night at work, she never watched tv in the living room late at night after work.

Figuring his wife was in their bedroom, Rafael tiredly made his way down the hallway past the kitchen but his brows furrowed when he saw that the door to his office was open. (Y/n) didn't usually go in there unless he was home and working, there was no reason for her to go in his office when she didn't do her work in there.

He peeked his head round the door, wondering what (Y/n) was doing but his eyes widened and a shiver ran down his spine when he took two steps into his office.

It wasn't a large space, just big enough for Rafael to have his desk up against the wall on the left, a bookcase next to it, a few shelves with his papers and folders on the wall to the right, and a large window at the end of the room. Tears welled up in the corner of Rafael's eyes and when he tried to swallow, his throat was too dry and started to rub causing a small cough to leave his lips.

The candles was lit.

On the windowsill at the end of the office, there were two long white candles stood in either corner. On the left side next to the candle there was a small cream coloured frame containing the last scan photo Rafael had of his baby girl before they lost her.

But on the right there was a medium sized silver picture frame containing a photo of their girl swaddled in Rafael's arms. It was one of the only photos Rafael could bare to look at because the original photo showed him sat holding her, his face blotched red and soaked with tears. But this photo was zoomed in, focusing on the babe in his arms that was born sleeping. Seeing the other photo of (Y/n) cradling her was just too unbearable for Rafael.

At the bottom of the frame it was engraved Seguro en mi corazón meaning safe in my heart.

The small memory corner was something for Rafael to take comfort in and something he could look at when his emotions were getting the better of him.

But (Y/n) had lit the candles. That was a tell-tale sign that the memories were getting to her and she wasn't coping. If ever Rafael found the candles lit and he hadn't done it, he always found (Y/n) on the verge of breaking point.

"(Y/n)? Carino, are you okay?" The croaky words left Rafael's lips before he spun on his heels and left the office, leaving the candles burning because his heart wouldn't let him blow them out yet.

With a deep breath, Rafael rubbed at his eyes and scratched his jaw as he hurried down to their shared bedroom, scanning all around the room but he couldn't see his wife there. Knowing she wouldn't be in the spare room at the back of the apartment, Rafael lightly stepped towards the bathroom and leaned his side against the door. His temple rested against the wood, hearing the soft, quiet sound of piano music playing and the lapping sound of the water in the bath.

"Carino, can I come in please?" His knuckles rasped on the door very gently before he headed in when he didn't get an answer.

(Y/n)'s eyes slowly opened when she felt those familiar, soft fingers slowly and methodically running through her hair that was resting on the edge of the bath so it didn't get wet. The top of her neck and base of her head was beginning to ache from how long she had been leaning back in the bath but she didn't care, she held no will to get out.

She could feel her chest bubbling with love and air when she looked at her ADA. He was kneeling beside the tub, his arm folded on the side of the tub and his chin resting on his arm. There was a softness to his eyes that looked like caramel about to melt and his hair was pushed back making (Y/n) want to card her fingers through it and ruffle the hairs.

"How are you doing, Mi Amor? I saw the candles are lit tonight."

Rafael's hand started to tingle when (Y/n) leaned her cheek against his palm so he would brush his thumb up and down her skin.

"Carisi saw the scan photo, I forgot it was still in my desk drawer. I've been thinking about her a lot..." (Y/n) didn't know what else to say, she knew what she should say but it was hard to find the words or the effort for the conversation that would surely follow.

Rafael wasn't sure what he was supposed to say in response to that. He could say that he had been thinking of her too, but that wasn't much comfort or help or release. He could say that it was normal and it wasn't a bad thing, but they had both heard that too many times so it wasn't effective anymore.

He wanted to go on a tangent about Carisi, something about him always seemed to rub Rafael up the wrong way. How quick he jumped from one idea to the next, his constant off the topic rants, how he attached himself straight away to (Y/n). And now this proved to Rafael that Carisi didn't have a filter or a thought process before he spoke when he wasn't speaking to victims. He knew just by (Y/n)'s voice that Carisi had asked about the scan photo.

A comfortable silence wrapped around them both and when (Y/n) slowly moved to get up, knowing the water was cooler than lukewarm now, she felt Rafael's arms smoothing around her dripping frame to help her out. He didn't care he was still in his dress shirt and trousers and when he had a towel around (Y/n), he engulfed her to his chest.

"Come on, mi amor."

When in their bedroom, Rafael leaned his head to the side and let his eyes watch his wife curiously but with adoration pooling in his orbs. He found it strange when she put her underwear on when getting changed for bed but then she suddenly stopped. Realisation soon hit him when he watched her fingers delicately smooth over the small, varying stretch marks around her lower stomach and the few on her hips.

(Y/n) hadn't thought about stretch marks staying present on her skin, she thought after the pregnancy abruptly ended and when her figure went back to much how it was before, the stretch marks would disappear too. But they stayed, trying to be a small reminder to show (Y/n) that it wasn't all just a dream.

A small sigh escaped her lips but her breath then caught in her throat when Rafael took her hand and lead her over to the bed. He sat down on the end of the bed and rested his hands on her hips, tugging her closer until she sat down on his lap. Her arms hooked around the back of his neck with her fingers playing with the short strands of hair at the back of his head and neck.

"These feelings come and go, Carino, they may feel strong but they won't last forever."

"What if they get worse?"

(Y/n) closed her eyes when she pressed their foreheads together, wishing she could transfer her thoughts and feelings over to him so she didn't actually have to say anything. He knew her inside out, back to front and there were hundreds of times where he knew what she was thinking or feeling without her needing to say a word. Sometimes she wished it could always be like that between them so it wasn't so hard like this.

"Then we deal with it together-"

"Rafi, I... I'm pregnant."

There was no chance for Rafael to look at (Y/n) and see her emotions or expression. As soon as the words hit his ears and he had a second to process them, (Y/n)'s face was buried in the crook of his neck and her arms were tightening around him until he was sure his throat would pop.

His arms moved from cradling her hips to ensnared around her waist as her legs hooked around his hips.

He could remember the first time he'd heard those words. He remembered it like it was yesterday, being woken up by (Y/n) clinging to his back in bed, her chin perched on his shoulder as she told him that very soon there would be someone else here to call him Papi. Rafael needed her to say the words to know she wasn't joking but when she did it was the best day of his life.

Marriage and family wasn't something Rafael thought he would get in this life. His primary focus had been his family and his career, love and marriage hadn't come into the scene and he had been perfectly fine with that right up until (Y/n) walked into his life. He knew then that she was the one for him.

Rafael had been on the edge of forty when they met and (Y/n) was younger than him but she made his life complete. He had all he wanted in life, he could support his family, he had the job he strived for and had proved himself worth something. He had a wife and then he was about to have a baby.

When they lost her, the subject or even the thought of kids had been on hold. Now they didn't have a choice but to talk about it.

"Mi amor, what happened was a one in a million chance. It will be different this time-"

"What if it's not? I'm not- I can't lose another baby Rafi I can't-"

"Shh, you think like that and you'll make yourself sick. We will get you checked out, Liv can put you on desk duty again and we take it one day at a time."

Rafael's hands moved to cradle (Y/n)'s face in his hands so he could gently move her so their foreheads were touching again. If she thought the worst she would expect it and make herself sick thinking like that. Rafael knew that (Y/n) was entitled to more checkups during this pregnancy since she had a miscarriage before. They would do all they could to make sure this time, they got their baby.

"Rafi, we wanted her so bad but we lost her." When they found out they were having a girl everything had seemed more real, set in stone and the anticipation soon set in. Losing her broke the world they were in and sent them down to a Hell made of depression. They hadn't done anything to deserve that pain.

"No. No la perdimos, está a salvo en nuestros corazones, mi amor." Rafael's words were stern and they made (Y/n)'s stomach flutter and her fears melted against his burning passion and love.

We didn't lose her, she's safe in our hearts.

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