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Whistle Down the Wind, Chapter Ten

Word Count: 4503

TW: Idiots in love, angst, smut (PiV, protected). 18+ only.

AN: Part of a series. The series masterlist here.

You were late. Again.

To be fair, though, it wasn’t your fault this time. When your plane landed at LaGuardia, it ended up taxiing for forty minutes until it found an available gate, and then you had to sprint to baggage claim. And then you had to find a taxi, and when you did, traffic was so bad that the driver shot into New Jersey and took I-95 to get to Staten Island.

It didn’t matter, as long as you got there eventually. Sometimes you had to take the long way round.

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It was a subdued Thanksgiving, which suited Sonny just fine. Theresa’s daughters, since the divorce, had to split their holidays between their parents, so they were with their father. Theresa herself had opted to stay in Connecticut and host her own wine-based, solo Thanksgiving for herself. Gina and her latest boyfriend had stopped in for a quick dinner but had left to go to his family’s house on the other end of the island. Bella and her baby – a little girl named Moira – were taking a nap upstairs in her childhood bedroom, exhausted by the baby’s awful sleep schedule. That left Sonny parents and Tommy in the living room, watching the football game and dozing off from their respective turkey comas.

Sonny was so exhausted that he was having trouble sleeping. It had been an awful year. He had an undercover assignment with a men’s shelter that left him shaken to his core about the thin possibility of redemption for lost souls.

His sergeant had also been gunned down and killed. They never replaced him, though, so SVU was running perpetually short-handed. He rarely had time off, he never had time to recover from one case to the next, and his commanding officer seemed pretty cavalier about the mental wellness of her detectives.

If he ever needed his best friend, it was now, but he respected your choice to move to L.A.

He kept in touch with you, of course. He called and texted, and the two of you had a few video chat sessions. You showed him your cramped little apartment a few blocks from the ocean, and once you had a chat from London, where you were working on a limited episode run for a streaming service.

He loved seeing you, but it left him heart-sore. Seeing you on the screen of his laptop could not compare to the genuine article.

He held back a lot of his work struggles. He didn’t tell you how lonely he was, how much he missed his friend. He didn’t want to make you regret your choice. All the same, you seemed to sense when he was at his lowest, because a new playlist always seemed to appear for him to bolster his flagging spirits.

The best playlists, though, were the ones he was able to buy after you started your stint on the west coast. You got work – first with the limited run series, then with a bare-bones action film, then with a larger film. You scored a documentary, and the haunting piano and string-based score was nominated at some film festivals. Sonny bought every soundtrack and score that had your name on it.

He set up a news alert for your name and got some traffic. The best was a profile about new up-and-comers. It was a group shot of everyone in the piece, but he was able to crop everyone else out on his computer. You looked amazing in it: hair down and styled, in a chic tuxedo tailored to your form, with a slight smile on your face.

Still, he missed you. And on days like Thanksgiving, he felt your absence more keenly.

He sat with his parents and Tommy for a bit, half-heartedly watching the Lions play. He wondered what you were doing. Probably hanging out with your new friends, eating the authentic Mexican food you were always raving about.

He stood up abruptly and made his way down to the rec room in the basement. Most holidays – and summers when you were in college – that’s where you and Sonny ended up. It was your movie hub: just the two of you curled up on the couch together, under his nonna’s scratchy acrylic crocheted blanket (because he cranked the air to an uncomfortable degree on purpose), watching a movie and ignoring the tension between the two of you. Well, he knew it was tension now. At the time, he had just thought it was him.

He sprawled out across the old couch and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels until he found something. “Planes, Trains, and Automobiles.” Sonny smiled. It was one of your favorite movies, and he settled down and watched it. If his mind wandered, it wandered back to your final week in the city. Those few final days you had spent together, mostly in his bed (and in his shower and on his couch and once on his kitchen counter). He replayed those moments over and over, but the details had grown hazy over time. All he could vividly remember was the feeling of completion and contentment when you had fallen asleep beside him.

The movie was about halfway done when he heard people talking upstairs – laughter and little shrieks of joy. He guessed that Moira was awake and his mother was cooing over her. Or maybe Tommy and his dad were really getting into the Lions game.

He heard the basement door open and someone take a few tentative steps down the creaky stairs. It must be time for dessert and coffee, but Sonny wasn’t hungry.

“I’ll be up in a bit, ma,” he called over the back of the couch, focused on the screen in front of him.

“I’m not your ma, stretch,” a familiar voice replied in a teasing lilt, and he shot up into a sitting position just in time to see you descend the rest of the steps. ********

Your first thought was that you broke him. He stared at you over the back of the couch so long without saying anything, you worried that he had died in place.

Your second thought, as you looked him over was, Christ, he looks exhausted.

Sonny was as handsome as ever. His hair was a little greyer, but it made him hotter, in your opinion. It was soft and tousled, unstyled – your favorite version of his hair. His eyes were as blue as the ocean.

But he looked pale, and he had dark circles under his eyes, and the lines around his eyes were deeper than the last time you saw him. You knew that his job wasn’t easy, and you knew from Bella that it had been more difficult than usual. You worried that you hadn’t made things easier on him either.

He continued to stare at you, and your eyes flicked to the TV. It was one of your favorite holiday movies, and you made a little cry of delight. You walked around to the couch and made to sit down to watch, but Sonny shot to his feet and pulled you into a fierce hug. He wrapped his long arms around you and squeezed you so hard you thought your ribs would break again.

“You’re really here,” he muttered into your hair.

“I am,” you replied. Your face was pressed against his chest, and you breathed him in. He wore a cologne that always made you think of growing things – a sort of fresh, green smell that combined with his soap and his own body chemistry. “I would have been here sooner, but traffic was a nightmare.”

He squeezed you to him for another moment, then pushed you away, his hands firmly placed on your upper arms. “No one told me,” he said, looking you over. “You didn’t tell me.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” You suddenly felt shy underneath the scrutiny of his gaze, and you ducked your head.

He moved both of his hands to either side of your face. “It’s the best surprise ever,” he declared, and he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. You sighed and kissed him back. You had missed him so much.

He tilted your head, deepening the kiss. You felt him part his lips and run the tip of his tongue along your lower lip, but before you could open your mouth to him, the basement door swung open again. A voice – Bella’s – yelled down that coffee and dessert were being served.

“And stop making out, you perverts,” she added for good measure, and you ignored her cackling laughter with all the dignity you could muster.

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Sonny sat across from you at the dining room table as everyone gathered for pumpkin pie and coffee. You immediately scooped baby Moira from Bella’s arms, claiming that you had to make up for lost time. The baby grabbed at your hair and tried to shove her chubby fist in your mouth. She was completely enamored with you.

Baby Moira wasn’t the only one. Sonny felt like he would never be able to look at you enough. Your hair was just a shade messy – he knew it was from your cross-country flight, but it looked exactly like your usual post-sex hair, and it made him feel more turned on than he would usually like while sitting with his family at the dining room table.

You were in relaxed jeans and a button-down flannel shirt, partially unbuttoned and revealing a lace-trimmed camisole underneath. You looked completely comfortable, and maybe for the first time since Sonny met you – completely comfortable with yourself. You had a relaxed air about you. Maybe it was all the sunshine. More likely, it was all those tamales that you raved about.

Bella dished out pie while Dom Senior poured mugs of coffee and passed them around. Sonny’s mother went to the kitchen and came back a few minutes later bearing a plate of reheated leftovers. She placed it in front of you with a smile.

“I’m sorry I was late,” you said with a rueful shrug. “Our plane didn’t have a gate and it took forever to get here.”

His mother waved off your apology. “We’re just glad you’re here.”

You tucked into your leftovers one handed, your other arm cradling the baby as she dozed off against you. It made Sonny smile to see it. You were always such a natural with his nieces – even this one who had just met you.

“How long are you staying?” Dom Senior asked.

You chewed a forkful of stuffing and swallowed before you answered. “I fly back on Sunday morning.” Sonny felt his stomach drop. You were only here for a few days, and it already felt like time was slipping away too quickly.

You glanced over at him and caught his gaze before you continued. “I have a few more months on my sublet here in New York, but after that, I’m going to move back.” You gave him a smile. “I’ve made great connections, and I’ll probably have to travel back to L.A. more than I’d like, but plenty of composers and musicians live elsewhere.”

Bella scoffed and gestured to the window where an icy rain was pattering against the glass. “You’re trading in warm weather and sunshine for this?”

“Aren’t you the one who gave me a list of reasons why L.A. was worse than New York?” you teased back.

“I just liked living vicariously through you,” she shot back. “How many friends run into one of the Marvel Chrises on the way to the bathroom?”

You nodded and took another bite of stuffing. “True. But I can’t keep up with the people out there. Too many diets and workouts. Everyone assumes I’m a wannabe actress and critiques me accordingly.” You scowled at your plate. “One producer told me that I was a ‘New York five but an L.A. two,’ and that was after he realized I was there to score his garbage movie.”

Sonny felt a flare of hot anger to hear that some guy made you feel bad about yourself. “You’re a Staten Island eleven,” he blurted, making the table erupt in laughter. He felt his face growing red, and his dad reached over and clapped him hard on the back.

“Smooth, son,” he chuckled, but Sonny’s mom reached over from the other side and smacked her husband.

“Like you ever did any better,” she teased. Dom Senior snatched her hand as she tried to draw it back and kissed the back of it.

“I did good enough to get you,” he said with a wide grin, making Bella groan in embarrassment. Sonny, though, could only watch you across the table.

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Sonny’s family was old-fashioned, despite having a grandchild out of wedlock and a daughter who had recently divorced. As such, you and Sonny put up what you hoped was a convincing charade about how he was going to drive you to a friend’s place where you were crashing for the next few days.

The reality, of course, was that within seconds of returning to his apartment, he had you pressed against his door, the two of you kissing fiercely and pawing at each other like you were each drowning. There were too many sensations and emotions: the feel of his warm hands as they untucked your shirt and camisole to touch your back. His mouth on yours, his lips impossibly soft. His thigh, as it pressed between your own legs and parted them.

You reached down and tugged at his grey Henley, breaking the kiss long enough to pull it over his head, ruffling his hair even more. You tossed it aside and then his mouth was back on you, kissing the sensitive spot at the junction of your neck and shoulder, sending chills through you.

“I missed you so much, doll,” he whispered against your neck. His breath was hot and sent another tremor through you.

You ran your fingers through his hair. “I missed you more,” you breathed back.

Sonny fumbled at your shirts. His fingers scrabbled at your button-up, and he mumbled curses when he couldn’t get it undone fast enough. When he did get it unbuttoned, he tried to pull it off of you, but your sleeves got caught and he cursed again as he unbuttoned the cuffs.

You pushed him off of you so that you could handle it, so he shifted his attention to his own clothes. He tugged his undershirt over his head, but slowed and then stopped completely to watch you as you removed your camisole.

You bent over and pulled your boots off, then straightened up to unbutton your jeans. You looked up at Sonny and laughed at him. His chest was rising and falling with his shuddering breaths, and his mouth hung slightly agape.

He moved swiftly to you. He pressed you back against the door, latching his mouth on the pulse point. You laid your hands on his bare chest and tugged on his sparse smattering of blond hair there.

Sonny’s hands drifted down to your hips and finished unzipping your jeans. He unlatched his mouth from your neck and worked his way down, pushing your pants down over your hips, down you thighs. His ran his warm palms over your bare legs before he pulled your jeans over your feet and tossed them aside.

He knelt in front of you, and you laid your hands on the top of his head. You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging it gently, trying to get him to stand back up. He looked up at you, in just your underwear, while he was still half-clothed.

“You need to catch up, Dominick,” you said. You loved the way his sunny blue eyes turned dark when you called him by his first name.

Instead of responding to you, he slid an arm behind you, cupping your ass in his large hand and pulled your lower half towards him until his face was pressed into your lower belly. You ran your nails over his scalp, drawing low groans from him that vibrated through you. His hot breath made the throbbing between your legs increase almost painfully. You felt dangerously close to losing your legs underneath you.

“S-Sonny,” you stuttered as he moved his mouth a fraction lower. “I need you.”

“You have me,” he murmured against you. He licked along the lace waistband of your panties, making your knees buckle just a bit.

You tightened your grip on his hair, drawing another groan from him. You felt almost dizzy with desire and had to press the back of your head against the door and take a few deep breaths to calm yourself.

“Sonny, we have plenty of time,” you told him in a strangled voice. “But right now, I really need you.”

His other hand landed on your hip, tugging at the edge of your panties and pressing wet kisses on each new inch of exposed skin. He didn’t reply, too focused on moving his mouth closer and closer to his target.

“Damnit, Dominick!” you yelled, and you pulled his hair hard enough to get his attention. He looked up and shot you a wounded look, like a puppy that had been scolded, but whatever he saw on your face made him stand up and press the length of his body against yours. You pulled his face to yours and kissed him breathlessly, without any art or ability. Just his mouth with his soft lips against yours, tongues sliding against each other, breathing each other’s moans.

“I need you,” you repeated, panting against him. He shifted his head back to the nook against your neck. “Please. I…I’ve waited for this for months. I’ve missed you, Sonny. So, so much.” You wrapped your hand along the back of his neck, stroking between his hairline and the knobs of the top of his spine. You felt rather than heard Sonny sniffling against you, and you felt the first tears when they hit your shoulder.

“I missed you too, doll,” he said. “And it’s been a tough year.” His voice was watery, and you tightened your grip around him, pulling him as tight as you could. He took deep breaths against you as he tried to regain his composure, and once he was calmed, you took his face between both of your hands. You forced him to face you, and you looked into his brilliant blue eyes, now rimmed and swollen from his tears.

“I love you, Dominick,” you said solemnly. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you.”

He shook his head gently between your hands. “I’m glad you went, doll.” His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled at you. “I’d never want to hold you back.”

You couldn’t help but smile back at him – his namesake sunniness was contagious. “I’m here now though.”

“You are.” He reached down to grasp the back of your thighs, and you jumped up into his arms. You bit back a moan at the sensation of him pressed against your core, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you into his bedroom and laid you down on the bed.

He stood at the foot of the bed and removed the rest of his clothes, and you wriggled out of your underwear so that when he crawled over you, you were both completely naked.

You could feel the conflict in him – you knew that Sonny was gentle and probably wanted to take his time, but you also could feel how badly he missed you. He settled on an uneven middle ground, pressing slow, wet kisses to you while his hands roved wildly over your form.

His mouth drifted a lazy path from your mouth to your jaw and down your neck, across your collarbones and back to your mouth. His hands wandered down your sides and up your front to cup first one breast and then the other. He stroked your nipples until they were peaked and hard under his caresses.

Spurred on by your moans and your squirming underneath him, his hand glided further down until it was pressed between your legs. He slid a finger between your folds and groaned at how wet you were. He pulled his head back to peer down at you, and your face felt red-hot.

“I told you I needed you,” you muttered at him, avoiding his gaze.

“I told you that you have me,” he replied thickly, and he pushed his finger into you slowly, making both of you moan. Your face grew hotter, which didn’t seem humanly possible, as he stared down at you through half-lidded eyes. He slid a second finger into you, then shifted his hand so that his thumb was circling your clit.

You huffed out a breath through your nose and tried to calm yourself, but you felt a liquid heat pooling deep in your belly, and you knew you weren’t going to last long.

“Sonny, stop,” you whispered. You felt him hesitate and pull his hand away from you. You looked up and saw the question in his eyes.

“I want to…finish,” you stammered. “With you, you know. Inside me.”

He nodded and shifted his weight off of you to reach into his nightstand for a condom. You used the moment to try and steady yourself again, squeezing your eyes shut as you heard him rip the wrapper. Then you felt him stretch himself on top of you again, and you felt his hand cup your face, the thumb stroking your cheekbone.

“Hey, look at me,” he said softly. You opened your eyes and looked up at him. He gazed down at you as if you were the only other person in the world.

All the years of frustrated longing, all the other people you’d each been with, every conversation and glance laden with unrequited love – it all fell away when he looked at you like that. You smiled at him and reached up to cup his own face in your palm, and he leaned into it, touch-starved. After a moment, you simply nodded at him, and he reached down to line himself up with your entrance.

He pressed the tip of his erection into you with a groan, and you felt dangerously close to the edge. He slid into you slowly – way too slowly. His position on top of you made the angle shallow, and his length dragged along your sensitive clit as he pressed himself into your molten core.

You wanted to make it last, but every single sensation was too much: the friction on you bundle of nerves where the two of you were joined. His hot breath, panting praise in your ear. The scent of his cologne and your perfume mingling along with the headier scent of sex.

He was only halfway inside you, but it was too late. You gasped his name once, and then shuddered underneath him with a whimper, your legs wrapping around him to pull the rest of him into you in one thrust. He started to reply to you, but he growled instead as your sheath gripped him, your orgasm ripping through you. You shut your eyes as you came, moaning his name over and over. You were distantly aware of him cursing above you, and he gave a single thrust until he came too.

He collapsed on top of you completely, and his weight pressed you into the mattress. He groaned again, in frustration this time. You stroked his hair at the back of his head until you both recovered. He lifted his head to looked down at you.

“I’m sorry,” you each said at the same time, and you both laughed. He leaned down and kissed you firmly before he shifted his weight and pulled out of you. He left the room for a moment to dispose of the condom, then he came back into the bedroom. He laid down beside you, and you each turned on your sides to face each other.

“I’m sorry I came too quickly,” you said with a rueful grin. “I was too worked up, I guess.”

He pinched your chin lightly between his fingers and kissed you again. “It’s all well and good for girls,” he grumbled good-naturedly. “But I didn’t last at all. Now all my street cred it gone.” You laughed at this, and he pretended to look angry.

“It’s your fault,” he continued. “You set me off.”

“Well, I owe you then,” you replied. You tried to look contrite. “Since your street cred is gone and all that.” You snuggled up against him, enjoying the feeling of his skin pressed against yours. He wrapped a lanky arm around you and pulled you tighter.

You felt comfortably drowsy, the net effect of your flight, Ma Carisi’s dinner, and being back in Sonny’s bed. He hummed above you contently, and you started to doze off until your cell phone chimed from the other room. You roused a bit but settled back against him.

Then it chimed again, and a third time.

“You need to get that?” Sonny asked. His voice rumbled through his chest. “Your west coast boyfriend, maybe?” You knew he was joking, but there was still a jealous undercurrent to his tone.

“There was no west coast boyfriend,” you murmured against him. “Unless you count my detachable shower head.”

He snorted at this but you could feel the relief in him as he relaxed against you.

Then his phone chimed, one after another after another.

“Is that Nicole?” you asked, only half-meanly. He snorted again before he untangled from you and grabbed at his pants at the foot of the bed.

“Be careful,” he said as he pulled his phone out of his pants pocket. “If you say her name three times, she’ll turn up and haunt your house.” You laughed at this and sat up. You wound his blanket around yourself. Sonny unlocked his phone.

“Is it work?” you asked. You felt your stomach dip. You wanted to stay in this little bubble with Sonny for the entire weekend. A little sex bubble, maybe with the occasional movie and homemade pasta break.

He just chuckled in reply. “No, it’s Bella.” He held up his phone so that you could read the screen. “She tried to text you and you didn’t reply. Now she’s of the impression that you’re here with me, corrupting her chaste, virginal brother with your wanton ways.” He typed out a reply, then turned off his phone and tossed it on the nightstand before lying back down. He grabbed you around the waist and pulled you down beside him.

“What did you tell her?” you asked.

“The truth,” he said. He kissed you chastely, then tilted his head to deepen the kiss. He broke away to look down at you, and his blue eyes were glittering with unshed tears again. “I told her that you’re home.”

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

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jcdedmemories · 3 months ago

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[ jonathan bailey, cis man, he/him ] — whoa! JASPER VANDERBILT III just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for THEIR WHOLE LIFE, working as a PEDIATRIC SURGEON. that can’t be easy, especially at only 35 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit EMBARRASSED and SENSITIVE , but i know them to be INTELLIGENT and PERSONABLE. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to MANHATTAN! — @bhqextras

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

full name: jasper alexander vanderbilt III

nickname(s): super jr, doc, jav

pronouns & gender: he/him & cis man

sexuality: heterosexual

age: thirty-five

relationship status: single

birth date: november 3, 191988

birth place: manhattan, new york ,ny

hometown; manhattan, new york, ny

time in town: whole life

occupation: pediatric doctor

parents: jasper & madelyn vanderbilt

siblings: skylar vanderbilt, logan vanderbilt, spencer vanderbilt, holden vanderbilt, bailey vanderbilt

personality: embarrassed, intelligent, personable, sensitive

pet: none

children: none

APPEARANCE:

celebrity doppelgänger: jonathan bailey

height: 5'11"

hair color: dark brown

eye color: dark brown

FAVORITES:

color: slate gray

non-alcoholic beverage: polar cherry limeade seltzer

alcoholic beverage: michelob ultra

season: spring

candle scent: clean linen

book: to kill a mockingbird by harper lee

video game: n/a

tv show: law & order svu

animated tv show: bob’s burgers

movie: spiderman w/ tobey maguire

holiday movie: a christmas story

disney movie: peter pan

pixar movie: inside out

disney channel original movie: n/a

candy: sour gummy worms

chocolate candy: raisinetes

Fruit: honeydew melon

Vegetable: asparagus

cuisine to eat: chicken and waffles

cuisine to make: pasta

genre of music: pop

artist: michael jackson

band: the backstreet boys

song: i want it that way by the backstreet boys

BIOGRAPHY:

Growing up with parents that were heavily involved in the medical field was very intimidating. It probably wouldn’t have been as bad if said parents didn’t put so much pressure on you to the point where felt sick to your stomach a majority of your life. With a father that was a neurosurgeon and a mother who was a cardiovascular surgeon, you felt like you had to live up to their image, especially being the first child that they had. He never thought that someone would feel remotely the way that Jasper felt, but then he met Devi Nadar.

Since they both grew up with rich families, he felt like they thought the same way that money wasn’t as big of a deal as their parents may have felt. While Jasper excelled in science and math classes, it was clear that he was going to end up in med school just to make his parents proud. What they didn’t know was that he was planning to become a pediatric surgeon. He felt like there weren’t enough pediatric doctors in the nation overall and even less surgeons. He had gone off to med school but he remained close with Devi, not wanting to be severed from her.

A lot of people would’ve thought that Devi and Jasper were dating and he didn’t mind that because he knew what him and Devi had with one another. They kept in touch with his best friend as he went through school and even his residency. He didn’t have as much time to hang out with her throughout the residency but luckily she understood that about him which made Jasper appreciate the time they had together even more.

Jasper met a woman who was as gorgeous as they came. He thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with her. Things were going great until well, they weren't. She eventually got sick of Jasper's long hours and constantly being on call during his residency that she was tired of feeling alone. Jasper did though try to come by and surprise her with flowers and take out so that they could spend an evening they didn't know they were going to get together with the one he loved. Well, he came home to her in bed with someone else. Jasper's heart was broken.

After his residency, Jasper remained in New York and got a job as an attending at Mt. Sinai Hospital as a pediatric surgeon attending. He has performed many life saving surgeries in his time as an attending and he is grateful to have helped as many kids as he could. While his parents think he copped out in going to pediatrics, his younger sisters have been routing for him since day one.

#might be adding to this some more #boroughs.intro

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choosejoyangel · 1 year ago

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Not Another Macallan

With love, Vanessa @choosejoyangel. :) Thank you to @whoevrwhatevr for encouraging me to write. I am grateful.

Author's note: Anything SVU-related belongs to their respective owners. The original character, Christmas Grace Lennox, and everything else belong to me. I am on no other platform besides Tumblr, Vimeo, and Google/YouTube at my handle, @choosejoyangel. Enjoy, angels! :)

Just some positive goodness to brighten your day!

Soundtrack: Queen-You're My Best Friend and Dave Matthews Band-Crush <3 :)

I thought it would be more engaging for the reader to follow Rafael and Rita’s banter if it were written as a transcription. Get cozy as you imagine being in the same room as besties for life, Rafael Barba and Rita Calhoun, reflecting on an evening most likely spent alone, just the two of them starting the night at their favorite ice cream parlor over a banana split debating a case and ending the night keeping each other warm like they have always done since their Harvard Law days. Rita realizes it is time to let Rafael know how much he truly means to her, and that includes showing him he deserves to be happy with the woman he does not want to imagine his life without. Who is this woman? Is it her? Or, is Rita helping her best friend allow himself the chance at true love with someone else?

Rita: Why are you in my kitchen, Rafi? It is your birthday, not mine.

Rafael: You know I hate surprises.

Rita: Then why are you trying to hide your smile?

Rafael: I am not smiling.

Rita: And I am 39.

Rafael: For the sixth year in a row.

Rita: I should have bought you another bottle of Macallan.

Rafael: I liked this gift better, Rita.

Rita: Speak up, babe. Did you lose your speaking voice all of a sudden?

Rafael: I liked this gift better, Rita!

Rita: I heard you the first time, but I wanted everyone still here to know how cuddly you are.

Rafael: You can take the man out of the Bronx.

Rita: But you can’t take the Bronx out of the man. I get it, Rafael. We don’t like letting our guard down. It may work in the courtroom but not in the bedroom.

Rafael: You never had complaints about either of our bedrooms, sweetheart.

Rita: Never!

Rafael: I trust you.

Rita: I trust you too, Rafi.

Rafael: Um, are you up to finish tonight with a bang?

Rita: I don’t think that is a good idea.

Rafael: What is wrong? I’m so sorry. I loved my party. Seeing everyone from work…um.

Rita: And home?

Rafael: Yes.

Rita: If not for her, you and I would celebrate your birthday over a banana split.

Rafael: Her?

Rita: Yes, Mistletoe.

Rafael: You mean Christmas?

Rita: Mistletoe, Christmas, who cares?

Rafael: Her name is Christmas, and yes, you do care.

Rita: Who in their right mind names their kid after a holiday?

Rafael: It’s not important. Leave her alone. She is my friend, Rita.

Rita: Friend, eh?

Rafael: Yes, my friend.

Rita: I have known you for over twenty years, Rafael Barba.

Rafael: And?

Rita: I have not seen that look on your face since, um, well, you know who I am talking about.

Rafael: Yelina?

Rita: Ugh! I thought I told you never to repeat her name in my presence.

Rafael: Come on! Yelina broke my heart, not yours.

Rita: Don’t say her name!

Rafael: Okay!

Rita: Christmas helped me plan your surprise birthday party. She was a big help, considering my caseload. It’s not like she has much to do besides play in her art studio.

Rafael: She works in her art studio, Rita. That is her job, and she is busy, too.

Rita: I know, Rafael. I love it when you defend her. You start blushing, and your green eyes get brighter in defense of what you call her “your friend”?

Rafael: I hate you.

Rita: I hate you too.

Rafael: She helped you?

Rita: Yes, she did. And the feeling is mutual between you and her.

Rafael: Are you psychic now?

Rita: No, I am a woman.

Rafael: Oh, I didn’t know.

Rita: I am trying to tell you that I don’t think it is a good idea for us to have sex anymore, Rafael.

Rafael: You and I can still be friends.

Rita: You will always be my best friend, Rafi.

Rafael: You will always be my best friend, too, Rita.

Rita: Christmas is your best friend now.

Rafael: I am allowed to have two best friends.

Rita: I know. She wants you to be happy, even if it may be you and me. I assured her that you and I are or were what young people like her call “friends with benefits.”

Rafael: She is not that young, Rita.

Rita: You were in high school when she was born, Rafael.

Rafael: It does not bother us; does it bother you?

Rita: No!

Rafael: Will you be happy?

Rita: I am happy, and I am happy for you too. Besides, I am seeing someone.

Rafael: Really? What’s his name?

Rita: She.

Rafael: Well, okay then. What is her name?

Rita: She is a lawyer; that is all I will tell you for now.

Rafael: Please tell me her name before you put a ring on her finger.

Rita: Changing subjects.

Rafael: I was kidding. I do hope to meet her if that is what you want.

Rita: You will be the first to know.

Rafael: I think Christmas is still here.

Rita: Of course she is. I can smell the holly from here.

Rafael: Rita!

Rita: If you want to help in my kitchen, make some coffee for us, Rafael.

Rafael: I don’t want to ask her to leave yet.

Rita: The coffee is for her, too, silly. If she leaves, you leave with her. You two live near each other. Oh, you have protection?

Rafael: Rita, I am not discussing my sex life with you.

Rita: She is cute. Ask her to spend the night with you.

Rafael: Rita.

Rita: I don’t want to find out you didn’t at least give her a kiss goodnight. And you know I am not talking about a chaste kiss between friends, Rafael Barba!

Rafael: You won’t, Rita Calhoun.

Rita: She and I are friends now.

Rafael: Hmm.

Rita: Rafael and Christmas sitting in a tree…

Rafael: I will meet you in the sitting room.

Rita: You better hide that blush of yours.

Rafael: Rita.

Rita: What?

Rafael: Thank you.

Rita: You’re welcome.

Rafael: I love you, Rita.

Rita: I love you too, Rafael.

Rafael: My wish came true.

Rita: Yes, it did. Happy Birthday, Rafael. Now, get out of my kitchen.

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#rafael barba #rita calhoun #oc: christmas grace lennox #with love <3 :)

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whoevrwhatevr · 1 year ago

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Oh look, I wrote a ‘safe for all audiences ’ fic for once 🥴

For @generousobservationkryptonite Barisi Holiday Advent Calendar | Day 6 - Barba & Carisi are both stuck working Christmas Day 🥰

#barisi #barisi advent calendar 2023 #barisi fanfic #wake up besties new fanfic just dropped #they’re in love your honor #rafael barba #rafael x sonny #sonny carisi #my babiiiiiiies #your honor i would die for them #holiday fanfic #rated g

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avastyetwats · 1 year ago

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𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑(𝐒): purple, blue, turquoise

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑(𝐒): This is a tough one. It really depends on what I'm eating for drinking, so let's decide on holiday flavors to make it easier! My all time favorite holiday flavor is peppermint mocha!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂: I listen to a lot of different genres. Rock, classic rock, instrumental, indie, etc. I love One Republic, Taylor Swift, AC/DC, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Linkin Park, Pink Floyd, CCR, Hans Zimmer, Hollywood Undead, Måneskin, 2WEI, and many more.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄(𝐒): The Lion King (always and forever #1), Top Gun: Maverick, Titanic, Iron Man, Heart and Souls, Ace Ventura, Sherlock Holmes (RDJ), Strange Days, and more.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: Inuyasha, Friends, The X-Files, Ally McBeal, OFMD, Ted Lasso, Law and Order SVU/OC, Stranger Things.

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: Sleigh Ride by the Ronettes

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: Does On Patrol: Live count? If not then OFMD.

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄: The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 1

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: Iron Flame and The Hunger Games.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: OFMD (rewatching), WWDITS, Black Sails, Turn (trying to).

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍: Trying not to feel so nauseous and replies.

Tagged by: @indestructiblelittlefuckers

Tagging: @izzyeffinhands, @blackflcgs, @fxckin-blackbeard, @tatteredxsails, @saltbeards, @pyratezlife and anyone else who would like to!

#about the mun #i love doing these!#thank you for the tag!

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tevantarlos · 2 years ago

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New Fics: 11/1/22 - 1/21/23

11/1/22: Fandom: Chicago Med Pairing: Chexton Fic: I Have You 11/2/22: Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: Upzek Fic: Reasons Why Fandom: Chicago Fire Pairing: Brettsey Fic: Thinking of You Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: Upstead Fic: Let It Go Fandom: NCIs Pairing: Jemmy Fic: Miscommunication Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Pairing: Rollisi Fic: Worthy of You Fandom: New Amsterdam Pairing: Sharpwin Fic: Already Home 11/3/22: Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: None Fic: You're Not Alone Fandom: Chicago Fire Pairing: Brettsey Fic: My Home Is With You 11/4/22: Fandom: The Magicians (TV) Pairing: Queliot Fic: Into The Unknown Fandom: Sleepy Hollow (TV) Pairing: Ichabbie Fic: Perfect Fandom: New Amsterdam Pairing: Sharpwin Fic: Can't Remember Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: Upstead Fic: Here to Stay 11/5/22: Fandom: Arrow Pairing: Olicity Fic: In the Silence Fandom: Chicago Med Pairing: Chexton Fic: For the First Time 11/6/22: Fandom: Chicago Med Pairing: Manstead Fic: Days Like This Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Pairing: Rollisi Fic: All of It 11/10/22: Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: Bughead Fic: Nothing I Can See But You Fandom: Arrow Pairing: Throy Fic: Not the Only One 11/11/22: Fandom: NCIS Pairing: Jemmy Fic: Making Up For Lost Time 11/12/22: Fandom: 9-1-1 Pairing: Buddie Fic: Later Fandom: Glee Pairing: None Fic: Better Than Sex 11/13/22: Fandom: Chicago Med Pairing: Chexton Fic: Official 12/8/22: Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: Linstead Fic: A Little Holiday Spirit 12/9/22: Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: none Fic: Mending the Heart Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: Upstead Fic: A New Chapter 12/10/22: Fandom: Chicago Fire Pairing: Brettsey Fic: Trying My Best Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: None Fic: Old Friends Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: Upzek Fic: Running 12/13/22: Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: None Fic: Meaningful Fandom: NCIS: Los Angeles Pairing: Langer Fic: Running Out of Time 12/15/22: Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: Burzek Fic: Silent Night 12/18/22: Fandom: Chicago PD/Law & Order: SVU Pairing: Carindsay Fic: The Road Less Travelled 12/19/22: Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: None Fic: Everything I Want Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: Burstead Fic: I Just Wanna Be Yours 12/24/22: Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: Dawsess Fic: It's You Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: Dasay Fic: You're What's Keeping Me Safe 12/27/22: Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: Linstead Fic: Being There 12/28/22: Fandom: New Amsterdam Pairing: Sharpwin Fic: You Changed Me 12/29/22: Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Pairing: Bensler Fic: According to Plan 12/30/22: Fandom: Chicago Fire Pairing: Brettsey Fic: The Right Thing 12/31/22: Fandom: Chicago Med Pairing: Manstead Fic: What Comes Next? 1/1/23: Fandom: One Tree Hill Pairing: Brathan Fic: As It Should Be Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Pairing: Rollisi Fic: Following My Heart 1-2-23: Fandom: NCIS: LA Pairing: Densi Fic: Definitely A Thing 1/3/23: Fandom: NCIS: LA Pairing: Densi Fic: There You Are Fandom: NCIS: LA Pairing: Densi Fic: Not Easy to Love 01-04-23: Fandom: NCIS: LA Pairing: Densi Fic: Everything Changes Fandom: NCIS: LA Pairing: Densi Fic: You Calm Me Fandom: NCIS: LA Pairing: Densi Fic: Wasn't Supposed to Fall

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radioeuroextasis · 19 days ago

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Here Comes Christmas - Fans of Jimmy Century

Originally from the San Francisco Bay Area/Oakland, Las Vegas-based Fans Of Jimmy Century is the modern fringe and genre-bending duo of vocalist|voice actor Alicia Perrone and bassist|producer|video director Victor James. Chicago-born drummer Mike Long now tours and records with FOJC full time. FOJC's holiday album "A Coupla Holiday Spirits (Halloween Perils and Christmas Carols)" came out 7/26/24 on AWAL/Sony and features standout tracks "Here Comes Christmas" and "Wannabe Dracula." It debuted at #1 iTunes Holiday Album and #1 Best Selling Misc. Album and Hot New Release on Amazon. In its second week out, it also charted in the Top 10 on Billboard in Comedy Albums at #6 and at #17 for Digital LP Sales. Their villainess 2022 version of You're a Mean One Mr. Grinch (a favorite with TikTok users as the most popular female-led version) reappears on the record having climbed to #1 on the iTunes Canada Holiday chart in early 2024. "Va Va Voom to the Moon" was feat. on Netflix Top 10 hit "Emily in Paris." The song is experiencing new popularity thanks to media giant Pop Sugar featuring their video in 2022. Popular 2022 album Modern Inferno feat. cover of Sponge's Wax Ecstatic charted at #11 on the Alternative charts. Similarly, iTunes-charting single Best of My Generation is an official NBA Song for MVP player Giannis Antetokounmpo. FOJC is inspired by genre-bending, creating comical characters/alter egos to match their songs’ vibes/videos. The stark contrast between their songwriting and delivery began their obsession with genre-bending and creating their own unique world on the fringe of the status quo. FOJC’s YouTube and branding focuses on music, comedy, and "slop" culture. Their kitschy music, outlandish videos, and bold style are enjoyed by the young at heart. Over 250 Film and Television syncs include Netflix’s Emily in Paris, WB's Get Hard, NBA, Ray Donovan, Law and Order: SVU, Gossip Girl, The L Word, Finding Nemo, Hall Pass, Bad Teacher, Housewives of NYC, Snapped, etc. Read the full article

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chloeolivia4015 · 2 years ago

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Joyful, Joyful 🤍

#law and order svu #mariska hargitay #olivia benson #film and television #svu #chriska #happy holidays #joyful #joyful heart #mariska #phone wallpaper #winter #lights #heart

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specialfanficunit · 1 year ago

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Day 6 of #SVUHeartForTheHolidays❤️

Prompt #23: Elliot and Olivia team up to get Olivia the gift she wants in a lively game of White Elephant/Dirty Santa between the OC and SVU squads at a Christmas party.

🎁😆☕️

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52073782

and

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/14305017

#svu #law and order svu #fanfiction #bensler #olivia benson #elliot stabler #law and order fanfiction #eo #SVU Heart for the holidays #fin tutuola #Ayanna bell #jet slootmaekers #Bobby Reyes #joe velasco #Terry Bruno #Tonie Churlish

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storiesofsvu · 2 years ago

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Storiesofsvuholidaybingo2022

That's right!! Fall is over! There is snow on the ground (at least here there is...) and it is basically November 1st, so y'all know what that means!?!?!

It's time for Winter, Holidays, Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, whatever you celebrate, whatever you love about this time of year!!

Prompts are all winter/holiday themed, and for the sake of saving space & keeping the bingo card legible, "Christmas" can be substituted for any other holiday or celebration on the prompt square (ie, "First Christmas" can be "First Hanukkah" instead when you write it)

Submissions can be anything! A mood board, a ficlet, headcanons, drabbles, gif sets, one shot, a chapter of an ongoing series, social media au's, whatever you want!!

Read the rest of the rules under the cut!!

Prompts can be any genre, make it super spicy, make it tooth rotting fluff, make it heart shattering angst, turn it into an AU. Just make sure to include any and all appropriate warnings at the top and tags!

Fics can be a ship, reader insert, or an OC. You can mix and match, stick with one, even try out something new!

Accepted Fandoms:

Anything and everything!! Yes!! This is wide open to ALL fandoms, it can be something I write for, it can be something I've never even heard of before! The point of this bingo is to include everyone and have some fun living in our fantasy worlds around the holiday season! Some examples;

Law and Order (SVU, mothership OC), Criminal Minds, 911/Lonestar, MCU, One Chicago, NCIS, Homeland, House of Cards, Grey's Anatomy, Private Practice, A League of Their Own, The L Word, CAOS, OUAT, Why Women Kill, House of the Dragon, The Good Fight, and everything and anything in between!!

Rules!

You must tag me @storiesofsvu and use the hashtag #storiesofsvuholidaybingo2022 on each creation & I'll put together the masterlist.

Bingo begins November 13th and runs all the way through to January 8th.

Only post ONE creation PER DAY, and only one square per creation!

No underage yn's/oc's

Tag all and every warning appropriately at the top of the fic

Anything over 1000 words MUST be under a readmore!

If you have any questions feel free to message me!

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Tagging some people who might be interested!

@alexusonfire @swimmingstudentchaos891 @tinyboxxtink @naturalxselection @prurientpuddlejumper @mickey-gomez @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @wannabe-fic-reader @narvaldetierra @bumblebear30 @plaidbooks @fighterkimburgess @lannister-slings-and-arrows @pascalispretty @justalittleghostwriter @adarafaelbarba @melk917 @cycat-carisi @alwaysachorusgirl @caracalwithchips @maximoffwitch @bullet-prooflove @resanoona @blackholelynn @happenstnces @adacarisi @misscharlielulu @erinlindsayy @unexpected-character @slytherbun @alexisxcherryxslurpee @leftoverenvy @charturnus @whiteberryx

#storiesofsvuholidaybingo2022 #law and order #law and order special victims unit #grey's anatomy #private practice #one chicago #911 #911 lonestar #MCU #a league of their own #the l word #homeland #criminal minds #house of cards #ncis #once upon a time #why women kill #house of the dragon

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tropes-and-tales-archives · 1 year ago

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Whistle Down the Wind, Chapter Eight

Word Count: 3327

TW: Idiots in love, angst, major injury (talk of hospitals and surgery).

AN: Part of a series. The series masterlist here.

You used to spend Christmas Eve with the Carisi family, even sitting through a Mass that seemed to last forever. Obviously, that was off the table now.

Your mind tried to drift to Sonny’s confession, but you actively pushed it away. You had made your choice, and you weren’t backing down now. Bella told you that Sonny had broken up with Nicole that night, but you knew it was only a matter of time before he moved on with someone else. Probably his partner at work. You’d met the woman – Amanda – a few times, and she was just the right combination of hot and messy. That was like catnip to Sonny.

You reached out to your mom, but she was headed to some resort in the Bahamas for Christmas with her other divorcee friends. You didn’t even bother to call your dad.

Instead, you met up with your bandmate Jen. She played her violin at a soup kitchen on Christmas Eve, and you joined her with your cello. The two of you played happy music – Christmas carols and some lighter classical pieces – and you looked around the room at the people eating and talking in a low murmur. You felt ashamed at your months-long pity-party. People had it much worse than you.

The two of you played until the soup kitchen was done serving food and the kitchen was torn down and cleaned. Then you stayed to help set up the emergency homeless shelter – New York could get bitter cold, and makeshift shelters popped up in church basements across the city to help protect the homeless from literally dying in the streets.

You and Jen finished up, then gathered your stuff. You left the building and sat your cello case down for a moment so that you could wind your scarf around your neck more securely.

“Thanks for coming out,” Jen said, her teeth chattering. “It meant a lot.”

“I enjoyed it,” you replied. You hefted your case and turned away with a wave. “Merry Christmas, Jen.”

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Sonny was working Christmas Eve, but it was slow. Rapists and perverts seemed to take the holiday off, so he just sat at his desk and worked on paperwork.

It was late when he heard the elevator ding down the hallway, and then heard footsteps rushing towards him. He looked up and was surprised by who he saw. Bella.

“You’re not picking up your phone!” she yelled as she strode into the precinct. Sonny looked down at his cell and saw that it was silenced. He must have missed it vibrating. When he took it off the lock screen, he saw that he’d missed a lot of calls and texts from Bella. And from an unknown number.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. Bella looked awful. Her hair was messy, and her coat wasn’t even buttoned.

She said your name, tears spilling over her eyelashes. She swiped at them with a gloved hand. “Something happened. Her friend called me. Tried to call you.”

Sonny felt his heart drop into his stomach. “What happened?”

Bella shook her head. “I don’t know. Her friend called from Bellevue.” She gave a choked sob. “Sonny, can you drive me there?”

On the drive to the hospital, Sonny let every possibility run through his head. You went home with a bad guy. You got mugged walking home. You overdosed on weed. Was that technically possible? Maybe nowadays, with edibles. His work at SVU crowded into his thoughts, and he imagined every terrible thing he’d ever seen at work happening to you. Assaulted, raped, murdered. His stomach churned and roiled, and Bella openly sobbing beside him didn’t help.

They found parking and made their way to the emergency room. They found your bandmate, Jen, sitting alone alongside a wall. Sonny looked her over and saw the blood on her clothes. His stomach dipped, and he felt his gorge rising in his throat.

Jen caught sight of Sonny and Bella, and she shot to her feet and came over to them. Her eyes were swollen from crying, and she reached into her pocket. She pulled out your phone – Sonny would recognize the case anywhere. He saw the crack that ran across the screen.

“I didn’t know who else to call,” Jen said, her voice watery with tears. “I tried both of you because you had the most calls and texts to her. Her parents didn’t pick up.”

“What happened?” Bella asked, and Jen filled them in.

You and Jen had been leaving the soup kitchen. Jen had turned to walk away but heard a squeal of brakes and turned just in time to see the car that hit you.

“I told her not to jay-walk,” Sonny said angrily, but Jen shook her head at him.

“She wasn’t,” she insisted. “She was just standing on the sidewalk. The car jumped the curb and hit her.” She shook her head again, harder this time. “The car tried to leave the scene, but it swerved into traffic and hit another car. Drunk driver, probably. The cops arrested him.”

“How is she now?” Bella asked.

Jen’s eyes filled with fresh tears. “She was in surgery. I don’t know anymore. No one will tell me anything because I’m not family. I tried to tell them that her family wasn’t around…” She trailed off, her words breaking up around her fresh sobs. She looked down at her front, her hands shaking in front of her. “There was so much blood.”

Sonny led Jen to a chair and had her sit down, then he made Bella sit too. “I’m going to go find someone,” he said.

He wandered around until he found the nurses’ station. He gave your name with as much authority as he could muster. The nurse looked him over skeptically, so he blurted out, “I’m her husband.”

The look on the nurse’s face changed to one of concern. “Of course,” she said. “I’ll have the doctor come out to talk with you.”

Sonny leaned against the counter and bargained with God. He promised a lifetime of masses. A million rosaries. Anything, in exchange for your life.

A doctor eventually came down the hallway, and Sonny felt the now-familiar churn in his gut at the blood splattered across the doctor’s scrubs. He extended a hand, said, “let’s go sit down, shall we?”

The doctor explained the situation. You hadn’t seen the car coming for you, and that likely saved your life. You hadn’t tensed up when it hit you, and your cello had absorbed part of the blow too. Still, you were in fair-to-stable condition. You had a broken arm, a broken leg, and numerous cracked ribs. Your liver was bruised, you had deep abrasions from hitting the pavement. You had lost a fair amount of blood through a number of cuts and scrapes to your head. Sonny could see you eventually, once you were set up in a room in the ICU and stabilized.

“Your wife is lucky to be alive,” the doctor concluded. Sonny felt his heart lurch at the thought of you as his wife. “But you should call her family, if she has any.”

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Sonny sent Bella home to rest, and he promised to call her if anything changed. He sent Jen home as well after he took your cracked phone from her. He tried to open it, but it was locked.

“Do you know her password?” he asked your bandmate.

The woman sniffled and swiped a hand under her nose. “7-9-3-4. Beethoven’s her favorite composer, and those are her favorite symphonies in order.”

Sonny unlocked it and tried to call your parents. He had to search a little – you didn’t even have them saved as “mom” or “dad.” He found your mother saved under her first name, and your father’s contact information was saved under the moniker “Dumpster Fire.” Neither parent picked up, so he used his most official NYPD voice and left them messages. Then he called Liv and gave her the situation. Then he called his parents, who were just leaving Mass. They made their way straight to Bellevue.

Sonny was sitting in the mostly-empty waiting room when his parents walked through the door. He didn’t even try to hold back his emotions anymore. His mother reached him first, and she pulled him into a strong hug, and he cried for a very long time.

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The doctor let him see you eventually. The nurse explained that, as family, he could stay on the fold-out chair in the room, so Sonny sent his parents off to his apartment to get him some clothes and toiletries. Then he made his way to your room.

You looked so unlike yourself that Sonny almost thought that there had been a mistake. One leg was in traction, and nearly every other part of you was covered by gauze or bandages. Your face was a mass of bruises, and the only part of you that Sonny recognized were your hands. They lay limp on top of the light blanket that covered you, and Sonny took one gently and held it as he sat beside you.

It wasn’t twitching this time. You weren’t playing any music in your sleep. You had a mass of wires connected to you that kept the machines by the bed beeping steadily, and you were deep asleep from the combination of sedatives and pain medication.

The nurse that came in to check your vitals shot Sonny a pitying look when he asked if you could hear him. “Maybe,” she replied, punching an update into her computer. “It couldn’t hurt to talk to her.”

So Sonny talked to you.

It was like confession, almost. He told you everything.

He held your warm hand in his and told you about the first time he met you. He had helped his parents move Bella into her new quad during her sophomore year, and then you – a bright-eyed freshman – walked through the door. Freshman housing was full, so you got lucky and were placed in Bella’s dorm. You were laden down with too much stuff, and Sonny had bounded over like a puppy to help you.

He ended up helping you move your stuff, since your parents were too busy bickering in the parking lot. You joked around with him, and by the time your last box was moved in, he was in love.

He told you about his sudden interest in visiting Bella – for homecoming weekends, for big school events – just to see you. He was endlessly fascinated by your talent, and he came more than once to watch you play in concerts and open mic nights alike. Sometimes he just sat back in the shadows and watched you, not even telling you that he was there.

He told you about how happy he was when you and Bella came to crash at his first apartment, sleeping on an air mattress in his living room so that you could go to concerts in the city. He explained the exquisite torture of sleeping ten feet from you, separated by a thin wall, wishing he was stretched out on the air mattress beside you. He described the conflict that his roommate’s comments caused in him – you looked so young and seemed so sheltered and innocent, Sonny felt like a complete creep for having any sort of feelings for you.

He told you about how he campaigned to get you to spend your summers at his parents’ house. It made perfect sense – you had an internship in the city, and you could save money on housing, and his parents loved you like another daughter by then. Suddenly, Sonny found reasons to come home over the summer. He knew women liked a man in uniform, so he made sure to show up after his shifts in his police blues, hoping you were one of those women.

He told you about his sudden, intense interest in movies. You’d mention a director or score composer, and he’d do furious research until he could talk intelligently about them too. By then, Tommy was out of prison and Bella was spending all of her time with him, but Sonny started movie night to keep you close to him.

He told you, a bit ashamed, about how he’d crank up the air conditioner so that you’d drift closer to him on the couch for warmth.

What he couldn’t tell you was why he never told you any of this before. He didn’t even know himself. He supposed that there’d always be a better time or place for it. The better place for it turned out to be the intensive care unit, and the better time was now.

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Being hit by a car wasn’t like it seemed on television or in the movies. There was no death-bed confessions that you heard, no waking up with the love of your life asleep in the chair beside you. No moment where you had to choose between drifting into the light and returning to your body.

One minute you had been playing your cello at the soup kitchen. The next minute, you were in a hospital bed and crying incoherently from the pain.

You drifted in and out. You were never quite sure if it was day or night. A lovely nurse, as beautiful as an angel, came in and gave you morphine on a regular schedule. If you had the mental capacity to write her theme song, it would be nothing but the most ethereal music. A chorus of sopranos. The morphine made you emotional, but it obliterated the grinding pain that ruled your world.

Sonny was there every day. You were either asleep or high on pain medicine, and you could barely string together a coherent sentence at first, so you missed a lot of his visits. Sometimes you woke up to him holding your hand and talking to you. Sometimes he came after work, handsome in his suits. Once, he fell asleep beside you, his head laid in his folded arms on the side of your bed. That time, you were able to lay a weak hand on his head, ruffling his hair, wishing you could follow a train of thought long enough to tell him how you felt.

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You woke up from your surgery, and Sonny was on his knees that night, thanking god for it. You were alive – breathing, crying, healing.

Well, you cried a lot. You woke up confused, and you had a lot of delusions at first. Sometimes you thought you were on a reality show. Sometimes you thought you were dreaming and that you were in a coma somewhere else. One time you were convinced that the IV drip had “superhero serum” in it. When Sonny asked you what that meant, you had merely glared at him and slurred, “wouldn’t you like to know.”

When they shifted you from morphine to other pain medications, you reacted badly to those. You cried at everything. You cried at the hospital food, you cried at therapy. You cried at daytime television. Once, Sonny found you just sitting in bed, giant tears rolling down your face. When he asked why you were crying, you told him, your breath hitching as you sobbed, that you felt badly because you had “said some rude things” about Brahms. “I just want to apologize to him one last time.” It took him another few moments to understand that you thought you had been talking to Brahms at one point and that you wanted to, somehow, apologize to a composer who had been dead for a hundred years. Sonny had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing at you – you were so distraught. All he could do was wipe away your tears and tell you that all was forgiven.

Some of the tears were valid though.

You cried when you saw your cello, crushed beyond recognition. It had helped save your life, but it was a one-of-a-kind instrument and the first real investment in your career that you had made. In the depression that fell over you during your hospital stay, you became convinced that you’d never play music again.

You cried a lot about your parents, too.

Sonny always knew that your family was not like his. Between the few spats he had witnessed himself and overhearing you and Bella making comments about them, he figured your parents had issues.

Your father called him back when you were still unconscious from your surgery. He made some lame excuses about trying to find a flight to New York over the holidays, and in the end, he just asked Sonny to keep him updated. He promised to send along some money to help with your medical bills, but otherwise, your father was out of the picture.

You mother visited later, once you were out of the ICU and trying to figure out the next steps of your rehab. There was no way you could go back to your apartment right away – it was a four-story walk-up, and you could barely walk with all your broken bones and diminished stamina.

Tentatively, you had asked your mother if you could go home to recover. You could rent a car together and she could drive you home, then you could return to New York once you were healed up.

“Oh, I don’t know, honey,” your mother had said absentmindedly. “You know I’m not good with stuff like that.”

Sonny was standing by the window, listening to your conversation and seething. He could think of at least ten family members of his own who would gladly help you recover, and your own mother couldn’t be bothered. But at least she showed up. Your father never even made an appearance.

Sonny turned and watched you as you reacted to your mother. He watched your face: first the disappointment, then the stony, blank face.

“It’s fine,” you replied, your voice flat. “I’ll figure it out.”

“That’s my girl,” your mother replied. She reached over and fluffed your hair before wincing at a healing cut on your forehead. “You know, if you parted your hair on the other side, you can cover this. Because it looks like it’s going to scar.”

“Good idea,” you said. You stared off at the wall opposite to your bed until your mother left. Her flight didn’t leave until the next day, but she had a ticket to see “Wicked” and wanted to grab dinner beforehand.

“I’ll call you and check in once I’m home,” she said. She kissed your cheek and gave Sonny a wave and was gone.

Sonny watched you for a moment, and then he walked over to your bedside. “You okay, doll?” he asked softly. You shook your head slightly, and he could tell you were trying to hold back more tears.

“You don’t have to stay, stretch,” you replied. You glanced at him for a second, then shifted your eyes to your broken arm. You toyed with the edge of the plaster. “I have to figure some things out anyway. Make some calls.”

“You don’t have to do any of that.” He reached out and laid his hand on your good arm, squeezing it gently. “You’re gonna come stay with me until you’re healed up.”

You shook your head again. “I can’t…”

“You can. You will.” He rubbed your arm and watched as the tears spilled over and ran down your face. “My building has an elevator, I have plenty of PTO banked up. Between me and Bella and my parents, we can handle it. And when you get tired of the Carisi’s, your bandmates can help.”

“It’s going to be a month or longer,” you protested, but he shifted his hand to grasp yours.

“I’ve got plenty of movies queued up,” he replied. He tilted his head at you and gave you his winningest smile until you couldn’t help but grin back at him.

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