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[madamsnape921]

On the Plus Side

Chaper 5

<Chapter 4| Chapter 6>

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x female reader 

Warning: more ridiculousness 

WC: 1456

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Frederick calls out from his study, "I found something, Y/N come here." 

You walk into Frederick's study to see his books spread all around. They tower over the man as the sunlight bleeds into his room. "We have two options. We can either cut the ring or we can forge our own."

"How will forging our own give the ring the properties needed to work for vampires?"

"We need to find someone who knows about rings. We could try the museum?"

“What museum? Wouldn’t we need to look to some sort of vampire community?”

“I have no idea. I thought I was the only vampire. We normally don’t have conventions.”

You stare at Frederick blankly, “You’re the only vampire? In the entire world? How?”

"I have no idea. I'm just saying there isn't a vampire directory."

“Obviously, Frederick. I was just suggesting you being the only one seems far-fetched. We might find the answer we’re looking for if we try to find others.”

“And where do we look? Do we google vampires?!”

“Calm down, babe. How about we start with your former lover and creator?”

“That was Maradeath Kays. Her father was a jeweler.”

“Interesting. That’s definitely a start. I’ll start with some online searches.”

After hours of research, Y/N had a pretty good plan of attack. Before she could go find Frederick, he walked into his study, "What have you figured out?"

“Oh! I was getting ready to find you. Here’s what I got,” she handed him the paper with her notes.

Frederick looks over the papers, "Does this say what I think it says?"

“Yes, but we can try to find a different plan, if you’d rather not do that. I definitely can’t afford that, so you’d have to do those parts yourself.”

"I've got the cash. We can do your plan."

“I… I can’t do that. That’s a lot of money.”

Frederick jesters at his copious amounts of generational wealth.

“Frederick.”

"What? I can afford it."

“Okay. So… we’re going on our first vacation, and it’s already going to be an adventure.”

“Pack light, we will travel to Romania in the morning.”

She started walking out of the study, “will do. See you in the morning.”

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Frederick and Y/N flew over the Atlantic Ocean to Romania. They hoped to find an ancient ring that would make Y/N a day walker like Frederick. The first class cabins were as extravagant as they could be. Though, Frederick could not relax. He was too nervous about what could happen and who they would find on their trip. 

She had never been out of the country before, so she was feeling super excited but at the same time nervous. Was she seriously doing all of this to become a vampire? A vampire that she just learned existed. Did she want to be romantically involved with a vampire? She did want to be romantically involved with Frederick Chilton so she supposes Vampirism is the price of admission, but was it too high? She’s known about them for less than 48 hours now, and she was on a plane heading to Romania. Ever since that hot make out session, Frederick hasn't even touched her. It's unfortunate because the thought of getting completely railed by a vampire made her squirm in her seat. Her panties were for sure ruined.

Frederick looked over at Y/N and smiled. He knew this trip was a lot on her. He flagged someone and got two champagnes for them. He looks over at you and hands you the glass. He can feel the nerves pulsating off of you, or at least what he thinks are nerves. Frederick placed his hand on her lap and felt what seemed like a bolt of electricity go through him. He somehow could feel her unease, her desire, and her fear. Oh no... we're psychically bonded. Frederick smiled and looked at you “Hey, um, can I try something?" Frederick leaned over and pinched you. He felt the prick, but none of the pain.

“What the hell?” 

Frederick looked at her with shock and amusement. "Pinch me."

You pinched him, “what the hell!?”

Frederick rubs his arm and looks at you, "Huh, interesting."

Frederick dons his sleep mask and leans over to kiss you. "Goodnight, my dear. When I wake, I hope we are in Romania... or they are serving a meal. Either way, let me know if something happens." Frederick rolled over and fell asleep, much less nervous. 

You stared at him in confusion. You spent some time trying to figure out what you were feeling. You definitely felt the pinching sensation on your arm as you pinched Frederick’s arm. Maybe a weird vampire thing because of the two bites? If so, wouldn’t he have mentioned it before now? Now that you're focusing more on yourself, you noticed your nervousness was more amplified. Now, your struggling to stay awake. You weren't that sleepy before Frederick went to sleep. Weird. This is all so weird. You finally stopped fighting and slept for the rest of the flight.

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Frederick awoke to the sight of the rising sun over the Atlantic. He looks out the window and can see in the far distance the European coast. He looks over at you and watches you sleep for a moment when you wake up and stare at him

“Good morning. What time is it?” you asked before yawning.

"Time? I have no idea. The only thing I know right now is... look at the sunrise."

You turned to look out the window, “oh! It’s so beautiful.” 

"Yes, you are," Frederick extended his arm behind your neck and kissed your forehead.

You nuzzled into his shoulder.

"Are you ready to go to Europe? Are you excited?"

“I’ve always wanted to go. That’s why I had a passport. This is exciting, but I’m also nervous about being able to find what we’re looking for.”

“What do you think is going to happen? We’re going to seek counsel with an ancient vampire cult and get their blessings on our relationship?" Frederick laughed.

She stared at him blankly for a moment, “of course not, but we are looking for more… supernatural people. That does flare a bit of anxiety, Doctor,” she turned back to the window. She hated feeling laughed at. 

Frederick placed his hands in his pocket and felt the diamond ring he brought from his mother's things with him to Europe. She doesn't know this, but if we pull this off, then I have the ring for her.

The plane landed at Henri Coanda International Airport and after a quick stretch you and Frederick left the plane.

“God, I haven’t been to Europe in forever. This is going to be great. Should we get a cab and head to the hotel? Are you hungry?”

“Yes!”

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You wake up the next day refreshed in your hotel room. Fredrick, dressing smart as usual, escorts you from your room to the small cafe and bakery next door. "What would you like?" 

“Surprise me,” you answered.

They enjoyed their breakfast before starting their search for the Kays family.

“The Kays family estate is deep in the outskirts of town. We will need a car."

Fredrick and YN walked out of the small cafe and walked back to the hotel. Frederick flashed a smile and his black diamond card to the concierge and before you knew it a black Mercedes SUV was delivered to the hotel. “Shall we?” Fredrick walked you to the car and held open the door for you. 

“So, we need to get to the western countryside. Look for a rundown castle…” Frederick moved into traffic.

The sun peeked over the hill as the couple drove to the countryside. The road was lonesome and dark. Frederick placed his hand on her thigh and lightly gripped it. "Are you ready for this? We're only a few minutes away."

"I'm incredibly nervous. We're possibly heading into a den of vampires for all we know. I'm just hoping I don't become anyone's dinner."

“To be honest, you’ve been in the den of vampires for months and that wasn’t a problem for you.”

“I didn’t know it was a vampire’s den.” 

“And yet you still thrived!”

You just shook your head at Frederick's antics.

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Frederick pressed the button on the gate and an unseen speaker buzzed, "Hello. How may we help you?" 

“Umm, yes we are here to see the master of the estate on urgent business about a blood garnet."

“Go away,” they responded.

Frederick sighed, “Tell the Matron it is Frederick from Baltimore. We’re old friends.”

“Oh! Why didn’t you say so in the first place? In that case, go away, Frederick from Baltimore.”

[plaidbooks]

Warm It Up

A/N: Holy fuck, she remembers how to write!

Tags: some consensual touching

Words: idk I wrote it here--short

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Looking at your new dress, you knew you weren’t going to wear a bra with it. Thankfully, you had also bought nipple coverings with it; something you’ve never used before.

You opened the package and read the little instruction sheet inside. After wiping down the area around your nipples, you peeled off the protective plastic. What the instructions didn’t mention, however, was how cold the sticky material was to your skin.

You let out a hiss as you pressed the covers over your nipples; the cold was so much that it was almost painful.

“You okay, doll?” Sonny asked, sticking his head out of the bathroom. He was lucky enough to wear nice suits to work, so he didn’t need to change much for a dinner date. As such, he was basically ready while you were still getting dressed.

“Ah--the nipple covers are cold,” you complained, goosebumps blooming on your arms.

Sonny stepped out of the bathroom, coming up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your body, his palms cupping the nipple covers, holding your chest in his hands.

“There--let me warm them up for ya,” he murmured directly into your ear. Then he gave you a kiss underneath your earlobe.

That was Sonny--your Sonny--always trying to help without realizing just how sexy he was. A small whimper escaped your throat as you leaned back against his clothed chest.

“That,” he huffed, “was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.”

His lips trailed down your neck to your shoulder, his fingers starting to squeeze your tits. You moaned this time, head falling back against him.

“W--we’re going to be late to our res--reservations,” you reminded him.

Sonny chuckled, nipping your shoulder, before pulling fully away from you. “Fine, I’ll take ya to dinner--then I’ll have ya for dessert.”

[bullet-prooflove]

Long Distance: Peter Stone x Reader

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“You could come with me.” You whispered against Peter’s lips as you lay tangled up together beneath his sheets. His fingertips caressed the line of your jaw, his thumb chasing over the apple of your cheek as he looked into your eyes and spoke.

“You know that I can’t.”

New York was a step back for him. He had spent his whole life running from his father’s shadow, from the burdens the other man placed upon his shoulders. When he had moved to Chicago, he had been burying his childhood memories, reinventing himself. To go back would be undoing all of his hard work.

Choosing to be a prosecutor in Chicago felt like he was openly defying his father, an example of how the older man could have done better. He had always had a strong sense of justice, he wanted to prove that you didn’t have to play the politics, that there were other ways to help the people that needed it. His decisions were always focused on the law, he never shirked the guidelines and his conviction record spoke for itself. He played hardball in court, he knew that defence attorneys dreaded facing him because it meant they had to work harder, be smarter about their cases.

In the past you had told him that his dedication and fierce intelligence had been what attracted you to him in the first place. He didn’t settle for second best; he came out swinging from the get-go and you admired that. At the end of the day, he could hold his head high and say he had done his job to the best of his ability. He could sleep ay night knowing that, and on the nights that he couldn’t when the cases he lost haunted him…

He called you.

“I always like to check.” You whispered, your lips grazing across the corner of Peter’s mouth.

You didn’t make your desire for Peter to return to New York a secret, secrets had a way of festering, and you were always honest with him. You hoped that one day he would, but you didn’t apply any pressure, it was the way the relationship worked. Your career was important to you and Peter would never try to push you into moving to Chicago.

Peter watched as you slipped out from underneath the sheets and sauntered towards the bathroom. There wasn’t a part of you he didn’t adore, everything from the scars that adorned your skin to the freckle on your left ass cheek. You were confident in yourself, in your decisions, your choices and Peter craved that. It was one of the things that had attracted him to you in the first place. You didn’t give a shit what anybody else thought, you were true to yourself, and Peter craved that. He collapsed back into his pillows and stared at the ceiling as he heard the shower turn on. You were leaving in just a few hours, and he knew he would miss you fiercely. Maybe it was time to consider his options.

“Are you going to join me?” You called out from the bathroom.

Peter thought of you stepping underneath the heated water, your hands pushing your hair back away from your face as the water cascaded over your curves. He wanted this, he wanted to experience this each and every morning instead of snatched pieces of time over weekends, the two of you had off. Which, by the way, were becoming few and far between.

He stared at the closed bathroom door, and he knew he had to make a choice.

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[cycat-carisi]

I hate to inundate you with requests, but HC for the first time Sonny sees reader interacting with a child? Maybe didn't see her as a romantic prospect before, but that melts his heart. Thank you!

Don't apologize!! I'm happy to do these!! Thank you for sending this in 🥰

And as if we could ever get enough Uncle Sonny, here's some more to make up for last week's cut scene. 😘

(Not sure if this was the 'first' time per say, but one that likely sealed the deal.)

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You've known Sonny for years now - well, you've known Bella for years and, as a result, the whole Carisi clan too.

Bella and you had become friends in high school, having a relationship that wasn't based on popularity or the ability to keep up with the fashion trends. Instead, you were mutually supportive, even helping Bella through the tough times with Tommy. And you were there for her too when her little daughter came into the world.

So it was no surprise that Momma Carisi treated you like one of her own, and as it were, Bella often invited you over for those tasty Carisi feasts. Tonight was one of those nights.

"Bella!" hollers the Carisi matriarch from the kitchen.

"Coming, Ma!" the blonde yells back. Dinner was still being perfected and Mrs. Carisi needed an extra set of hands. "Would ya mind keeping an eye on her?" asks your friend, placing a hand tenderly atop her daughter's hair. "Tommy should be here soon -"

"Not a problem," you smile. "You know I always enjoy spending time with my little peanut!" Upon seeing Bella's first ultrasound picture, you couldn't help but point out the resemblance to the legume and, well, the nickname just kind of stuck.

The little girl looks up from her toys at the sound of your voice and grins at you. Her mother mouths a thank you before running off to the kitchen.

"Hey, peanut. You know what?" you begin enthusiastically.

The girl's eyes light up. "What!"

"I brought you a present!" You reach for your bag beside the couch and pull out a book.

"Story! Story!" the toddler claps excitedly and hauls herself onto the couch beside you.

She nestles in and with one arm around her, you begin to read to her. It's not a long book, mostly colorful illustrations, but your little peanut is absolutely enthralled.

"The end," you conclude, giving the girl a gentle hug. But that's when you notice that you have an audience.

Leaning against the archway of the living room with legs crossed and arms lightly folded is Bella’s brother.

"Hi, Sonny," you greet the detective, but his demeanor is different from how he usually appears. His eyes look soft and a gentle smile plays upon his lips.

He straightens and makes his way to a lazy boy across from you. "You're really great with her, ya know."

Bella's daughter has taken the book into her own lap and is rexamining every illustration. "Well, she's a good girl."

"Yeah, I know, but not many people have the patience t'sit n' read t'someone else's kid." Sonny's voice is tender as he speaks to you.

"Children need that sort of attention from adults. And I really do enjoy it." You begin to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. Why did you feel so nervous all of a sudden? Bella had imposed a strict "no hots for my friends" policy on Sonny when they were thirteen so you'd never paid much attention to what he thought of you. But now, he was sitting there with this look of adoration on his face; his hair neatly styled with a cozy sweater hugging his shoulders and torso.

Suddenly, Bella's daughter looks up from her book. "Unca Sonny! Look! Look!" She slides off the sofa and pads over to him, book in hand.

"Wow!" he says, eyes widening and brows raising. "Are ya gonna read it t'me, sweetie?"

"No!" she giggles, "but she will!" The tot spins around and points a little finger at you. Sonny's gaze follows and locks onto yours. His eyes crinkle at the corners. "Yeah?" he looks away shyly before flashing those baby blue back to you. "I'd like that."

A genuine smile spreads across Sonny's face and you can't help but smile in return, a warmth spreading through your chest.

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Send me HCs here if you'd like 🙂

[qvid-pro-qvo]

Hi! If you're still accepting prompts, care to do one of the "cliche" (aka my favorite) tropes with Sonny? Something like fake dating, only one bed, playing truth or dare or never have I ever, anything like that? Hope you have a safe journey!

“you’re really good at this,” sonny murmurs to you, squeezing your hand.

you try not to blink at it, try to smile big at him. but all you can manage is a little twitch of your lips, especially as sonny’s mom once again asks you if you need anything.

“i’m good, mrs. carisi,” you promise, and she just coos.

“oh, call me diana, please, or di. no mrs. carisi here.”

you don’t know why you agreed in the first place. it seems foolish, to say yes to pretending to date the guy you have a massive crush on. but he’d asked so nicely, and smiled and winked at the big joke of it all.

“they’ll never suspect.”

and they don’t. they accept you as one of their own. they feed you and offer to house you for the weekend. “no need to drive back, stay, stay, stay!”

little do they know that when sonny’s hand lingers, you can’t help the way you wonder, if he feels the same way you do. and when he kisses your cheek, you can’t help but think that if it feels this good when it’s fake, what it feel like when it’s real?

[adarafaelbarba]

HC for Sonny and the squad going to some sort of team bonding wilderness retreat type thing (type of thing where they do trust falls), his crush is on the squad

I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to get this to you! 😩 🙈 But I hope you like what I’ve come up with ❤️

                                                    ~~~

I absolutely feel they would be going to a campsite, pairing up two and two for the cabins (either bunk beds, two separate beds oooooh the fan-favorite trope one bed). And since you were partners with Sonny, the two of you had to share a cabin. You’d both been blushing like mad when you were told about the cabin arrangements, but both of you were grateful for it being two single beds.

With Sleeping arrangements handled, the squad would be spending all day outside, hiking, canoeing, and other outdoor activities.

It all goes well at first until you’re in the canoe, and Sonny drops his oar (it hit something and slipped out of his hand. Sonny instantly lunged for it, resulting in your canoe tipping over and sending both of you into the water. Getting on land again you would hit him with the bag you shared, telling him to carry it. He would spend the rest of the time apologizing profoundly to you for what he did.

You’d walk with the rest of the group for the hike you were all going on, wearing only your hiking boots, tights, and sports bra, and Sonny would try his best not to blush too much or stare at you too long. Whilst also apologize, trying to make you smile at him again.  

[storiesofsvu]

Her Everything Masterlist

Rafael Barba x fem!svu!reader

Rafael Barba joins the SVU squad as their new A.D.A and while tensions are a bit tough at the start, he does open up to one of their detectives. The two bond together quickly and end up falling for each other harder than the expected. Their relationship blooms as they work through case after case together, and then the inevitable happens when Rafael's hit with a very hard choice to make pertaining to a case. How will it affect their relationship? Will you still support him, and stay with him, or will he hate himself too much to think he's worthy of you love? The bigger question remains, will he ever return to SVU, and what changes are waiting for him if he does?

Heavily follows canon cases/situations/episodes. All chapters appropriately labelled with warnings.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3**

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17**

Chapter 18

Series Completed!

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[fighterkimburgess]

Mike Dodds and Reader,📝, I thought we had a promise that you agreed to stay away from bullets entering your body

Mike stared at you as you arrived in, your worry clear on your face. “Olivia called me, she told me you’d been brought here. I thought after the last time you were going to be careful?”

“I was, I promise, it only hit my vest, Darling.” You sat in the seat beside his bed, linking the fingers of one hand with Mike’s as you lifted his shirt up to see the angry bruise from the force of the bullet hitting his vest.

“I’d prefer if you didn’t get shot at all.”

@caracalwithchips

[cycat4077]

Real Talk

Words: 1639 Warnings: angst Pairing: Sonny x Reader AO3 here

This idea popped into my head after that phone call Sonny received which seemed to be a date. So, ignore the fact that we know that the person on the other end was Nicole. 🙃

Part 2

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You had met Sonny at Fordham while taking your law degree. A few classes together and the two of you, with a couple other people, hit it off. Yes, you were part of that group Sonny mentioned to Amaro. The group that he went bowling with. In fact, you were even one of the “pretty girls”. However, that’s where it stayed. You and Sonny often bounced ideas off one another and studied for exams.

Any girl would be a fool to say that they didn’t have a crush on Carisi at least at some point, and you were no different. But the thing was, your friendship meant so much more. It was uncomplicated. Just two people who supported one another; borrowed ears to let off steam from time to time.

When graduation rolled around though, you and Sonny saw less and less of one another. His detective gig left him such little free time to begin with that without classes, it was virtually impossible to find the time to get together. And, as so often happens, the texts and calls grew fewer and far between until six whole years had come and gone.

That all changed however, when you walked into the Manhattan DA’s office to cross reference about a case that you were working in Brooklyn. You could recognize that lanky, well-dressed man anywhere. He was speaking to a colleague, using his hands like he always did to get his point across. Your heart rose to your throat.

“Sonny?” you speak up, but you already know the answer. He swivels on his heels to face you, his features easing and eyes lighting up upon recognition.

He crosses the room in just a few long strides, a huge smile plastered on his face. He speaks your name and scoops you into a hug. It catches you by surprise at first, but the warmth of his arms around you – back around you after so many years, makes you genuinely happy. “How are ya?” he exclaims. “It’s been too long.”

You make small talk for a little while, catching up on what you’d missed. Sonny was an ADA now, finally biting the bullet and moving on from SVU. You tell him that you’re working in Brooklyn, not on criminal cases, that was always more Sonny’s speed, but still enjoying the career that your time at Fordham had awarded you. It was decided that you and Sonny needed to make grabbing coffees and lunches a regular occurrence, and so the two of you reserved a space in your calendar for the first one of many.

It was nice to rekindle that friendship. For all the time you knew one another at school, you had always had one another’s backs. There were never any judgements and the two of you could talk about anything and everything. Sonny would always make sure you were doing okay, seemingly knowing just when you needed him to talk to. This dynamic worked both ways too. It used to be that Sonny would phone you up, sometimes in the middle of the night, because he had come off a particularly hard case. You always picked up and it was that mutual friendship and care that got you both through many tough times.

Unfortunately, in those six years, that type of relationship was something you hadn’t found since. Seeing Sonny again made you realize just how much you had missed him. Not to mention that he had gotten more handsome and impossibly sweeter. You hated to admit that there was a flutter in your stomach every time he would smile and a heat that rose to your cheeks when he’d give you a quick peck as a friendly hello.

Little did you know that Sonny was starting to feel that way too and, after a few months of coffee and lunch meet-ups, he invited you to have dinner with him. You suggested a place, one of the few restaurants which were open for dine-in and one that you loved.

Was it a date? You weren’t exactly sure, but you worked up the courage to make tonight the time to tell him how you felt. You put forth extra effort in your appearance, styling your hair and slipping into a nice dress. Stepping in front of the mirror, you take a deep breath and tell yourself that it’s now or never.

Then your phone rings. It’s Sonny. You pick up and greet him, smiling.

“Hey,” he says. “I just finished my paperwork n’ am ready ta leave.”

“Great!” you say eagerly. “I’ll call to confirm our reservation -”

“Ah, that sounds great,” Sonny sounds in your ear.

“- and I’ll make my way over there.”

 “Ah, that sounds great,” he says again. His voice sounds genuinely excited. “Listen, I’ll meet you there in an hour.”

“Sounds good, Sonny.” You take a breath, softening your voice. “I’m really looking forward to tonight.”

“Yeah, me too.” You can hear the smile in his voice.

“See you soon. Bye.”

“Alright, bye.”

A fluster of nervousness and excitement churn in your gut as you grab your coat and purse and head for the door.

---

Arriving at the restaurant, you’re taken to a table out of the way in one of the back corners. All the better to have a conversation, you think to yourself.

Just as you’ve gotten comfortable, your phone rings again. Sonny Carisi flashes on the screen. Your heart rises to your throat, unsure why he would be calling. “What’s up?” you answer.

“I’m gonna be late,” he begins apologetically. “Rollins had a family emergency and I was helping her take care of a few things.”

“Oh, okay,” you stammer out, slightly confused. “Be careful.”

“Yeah, I will. See you in a bit.” The line clicks off.

Amanda Rollins. A major figure in Sonny’s work life. His partner as a detective and still a member of the squad he tries cases for. Many the times you had heard about Rollins: how hard she had things, her problematic family, her daughter Jesse. And each mention of her would be rooted in Sonny’s desire to help her out somehow. Cook her dinner or help her with her baby. He’d tell you how great of a detective she was and how she, too, had his back.

However, Sonny could be gullible. He made decisions with his heart rather than his head and sometimes that let people take advantage of his kindness. So, you were often cautious on his behalf when he’d tell you about the things he did for Amanda. Sometimes it seemed that she, whether intentional or not, would accept Sonny’s kindness without giving him much in return. And by the way he used to talk about her, you suspected he had developed some sort of feelings for her. But through these conversations, he also invertedly revealed how she kept him at arms length. Now, from Sonny’s phone call, you suppose that things had never changed.

You sit there for what feels like an eternity, the waiter returning to check in on you a few times, until finally you see him round the restaurant corner towards your booth.

“I’m so sorry,” he begins, taking a seat. “Rollins – her dad had a stroke n' she needed ta fly out immediately. I arranged for her mom to watch her kids n' informed Liv what was goin' on. I feel so bad. I mean, she’s been through so much n' she really has no one…” He looks up at you then, noticing your attire. His eyebrows lift as he drinks in how pretty you look. But your face tells a different story.

You feel so disappointed. Not in Sonny, but rather, in yourself. You thought that the history you shared would bring you closer together. A solid and mutually supportive friendship was something you longed for in a significant other. Something for love to build off of and grow. Now though, seeing how Sonny was still holding out hope for Amanda, still giving her every ounce of himself with little in return, you couldn’t take it.

You catch Sonny’s gaze. “It was silly of me to think that this was a date.” Your voice is quiet, sadness brimming your words.

He stares back at you confused. His brow knits, “No!” he begins, the realization hitting him. “It was – is a date!” He reaches for your hand, placing his overtop. “I asked you here because it felt so good to reconnect with you. I missed you. We get along so easily and it’s nice to have someone to talk to again. I always thought you were attractive too, both physically and intellectually. When we were at Fordham we were always just friends but seeing you again and having you back in my life, well, it made me feel something.”

Sonny looks positively hurt, yet he understands how all this must seem to you. “I missed you too, Sonny. So much,” you reply, voice a little unsteady. “And I care about you more than you could ever imagine.” You give his hand a small squeeze and he closes his eyes for a moment, knowingly. “Except, I can’t be a placeholder while you wait for Amanda to come around. It’s not fair to me. It’s not fair to you either, but that decision has to come from you.”

There it is. All feelings laid bare. There’s nothing more you can say. You have and always will support Sonny and you always will be his friend. However, those lines between friendship and something more were starting to blur and before you give your heart away, you need to know if Sonny truly wishes to accept it.

Sonny studies your face, his mind racing. Then he looks down, squeezing his eyes shut. “I know,” he says running a thumb along your knuckles. "I know."

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[svucarisiaddict]

@caracalwithchips This is mostly wrote but won't be posted for a bit as it will be part of my new series Then Came You. It was actually the inspiration for the new series! Thank you!

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On the Plus Side

Chaper 6

<Chapter 5

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x female reader 

Warning: more ridiculousness, only one bed 

WC: 1674

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“Wait. Joe, he’s on the list,” the other man behind the door said.

“Well, I’ll be damned, come on in Frederick from Baltimore,” Joe opened the door. “Who is this delicious morsel with you?”

“My girlfriend, Y/N,” Frederick answered quickly, looking annoyed, “and she’s not a morsel for you.”

You stepped forward, “We’re looking for Maradeath Kays or a relative.” 

Joe shrugged as he looked at the couple. “The old lady has been out on a hunt for a week now. We all have told her to retire, but she refuses to let anyone take care of her.”

“When do you expect her to return?”

“She was supposed to be home yesterday before sundown. I fear the worst. The village is not the most friendly to her,” Joe frowned.

“Why not go looking for her?” Frederick questioned. 

Joe stood there dumbfounded and sighed, “She’d kill us if we leave.  We are bound to the manor.” Joe revealed an astral shackle on his wrists.

“For fuck’s sake!! Where would you go to find her? We’ll go,” Frederick sounded highly frustrated. 

Joe hesitated momentarily, clearly torn between his duty and the situation's urgency. Finally, he nodded, resigned. "Very well. Maradeath usually heads out towards the old ruins by the river when she goes on her hunts. It's a dangerous place, but it's where she feels most at home."

Frederick took your hand and led her out the door without wasting another moment, leaving Joe behind. The night air was cool against their skin as they made their way towards the river, guided by the faint scent of blood that lingered in the air.

As they approached the ruins, a sense of foreboding washed over them. The crumbling stones seemed to whisper ancient secrets, and the darkness within seemed to stretch endlessly.

But Frederick tightened his grip on your hand, a determined glint in his eyes. "We will find her," he said softly, his voice tinged with an underlying hunger that had nothing to do with blood.

You looked up at him, seeing a side of Frederick she had never witnessed before. A primal energy surrounded him, a raw power that frightened and exhilarated her. She knew then, beyond a doubt, that Frederick was not just an ordinary man. He was a predator in his own right.

Together, they ventured deeper into the ruins, their footsteps echoing off the ancient stones. The darkness seemed to press in around them, but Frederick's presence was a comforting anchor for you. As they navigated the maze-like corridors, they finally came upon a clearing bathed in moonlight.

There, standing tall and fierce, was Maradeath Kays. Her hair was silver in the pale light, her eyes gleaming with a fierce determination. She held a bloodied sword, her gaze fixed on something in the shadows.

"Maradeath," Frederick called out, his voice filled with relief and concern. What had happened here?"

Maradeath turned towards them, her eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of Frederick and Y/N. "You shouldn't have come," she warned, her tone grave.

"We couldn't just leave you out here alone," Frederick replied, stepping closer to her.

As they approached, they saw what had caught Maradeath's attention. A group of rogue vampires lay strewn on the ground, their bodies motionless. These vampires were not like Frederick - they were wild, feral beings without regard for human life.

"They ambushed me," Maradeath explained, her voice tinged with anger. "But I made sure they won't harm anyone else."

You felt a shiver run down her spine at the sight of the fallen vampires.

“What are you doing here, Frederick?” Maradeath asked.

“I’m looking for a day ring for Y/N,” he answered. 

Maradeath smiled, “Congratulations! Take this.” She pulled a smaller version of Frederick’s ring off her finger and handed it to him. “I don’t need it anymore.”

“Thank you so much, Mara.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Seriously?” Frederick asked the person at the front desk of their hotel.

“Unfortunately, sir. Your second room was completely flooded and is currently being worked on. If you’d be willing to use the other room, it will be comped, sir,” the nervous girl answered. 

“Fine! This trip just keeps throwing curve balls.”

“Excellent! Thank you, sir! Liam will escort you to retrieve your things from the messed-up room.”

After grabbing your bag from the ruined room, you head to Frederick’s room.

“Do you mind if I steal the shower first?” you asked as soon as you entered the room.

“Of course not, love,” Frederick answered distractedly, followed by a quick kiss on your forehead.

After your shower, you went to the bedroom wearing shorts and a tank top. 

“I regret needing to shower now. I’d rather spend the time looking at you,” Frederick pouted.

You laughed as he headed into the bathroom and passed the time by unpacking your bag.

You were about to crawl into the bed when Frederick came back out completely naked.

“Oh no, no, no… you are way too overdressed for my bed, Y/N.”

“Excuse me?” you asked while trying to keep your eyes off his hard cock.

Frederick approached you and started pulling your tank top off. You were still so stunned that you just let him. 

“Mmm, you look beautiful,” Frederick said, moving to remove your shorts. 

 “Am I wearing the correct amount of clothes now, Dr. Chilton?” you stood there completely naked with a smirk on your face. 

In response, Frederick picked you up and tossed you onto the bed. “Absolutely. You are so sexy,” he moved on top of you, pressing his lips to yours.

Frederick forced his tongue into your mouth. You squirmed beneath him, feeling your body responding to the intimacy of the moment. The kiss intensified as you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the connection. Frederick’s touch, coupled with his dominant nature, always excited you. A gentle moan escaped your lips as Frederick's hands trailed down your back and over your ass, pulling you closer to him.

His lips moved from your mouth to your neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses that made your skin tingle. Frederick's deep voice rumbled in your ear, "I need you, Y/N. I need to be inside you."

Your heart pounded with anticipation as you nodded, permitting him to take you. Frederick kissed his way down your body, his eyes never leaving yours. You watched as he took his time, savoring each inch of your skin before reaching his final destination.

With a wicked grin, Frederick positioned himself between your legs. His large penis was already rock hard and ready to claim you. He wasted no time, entering you slowly at first, letting you grow accustomed to his size. You gasped and clenched your muscles around him, feeling him stretch you wide.

His deep moan echoed through the room as he began to thrust, his hips moving in tandem with yours. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, the rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of your wet heat driving you both wild.

You could feel his muscles flexing, the strength in his arms and thighs, as he held himself above you, taking you with unyielding determination. His eyes never left yours, his expression a mixture of hunger and adoration.

As he pumped into you harder and faster, Frederick's breaths became ragged, and his grip tightened on your hips. His lips found your neck once more, his teeth sinking into the skin there, adding a new level of intensity to the encounter. Your heart pounded in sync with the rhythm of his thrusts as you met him with equal enthusiasm.

"Yes, Frederick," you panted, your voice barely audible over the sounds of your breaths and their bodies smacking together. "Take me."

He did, thrusting into you with a powerful surge, his cock stretching and filling you. You arched your back, crying out in pleasure, feeling the drag of his shaft as he plunged into your depths.

With a low growl, Frederick's hips rocked faster and harder, his pace becoming erratic as he made love to you with a primitive intensity. Your walls tightened around him, clutching at him with each thrust, drawing out a low groan of pleasure from him.

"Faster, Dr. Chilton," you urged, grinding your hips against him. "Make me yours."

Frederick complied, driving into you with fierce determination. His thrusts were deep and powerful, his cock hitting your most sensitive spot with each movement. Your senses were overwhelmed as you reached the peak of your pleasure, your body shuddering with the force of your climax.

"Frederick!" you cried, your voice echoing through the room as your eyes rolled back in your head.

Feeling your muscles clench around his cock, Frederick lost control, his hips thrusting wildly as he joined you in your release. He roared out your name, his pleasure mingling with yours as he spilled his seed deep inside you.

For what felt like an eternity, you lay trembling in each other's arms, your bodies sweaty and sated. As your breathing slowly returned to normal, Frederick pulled out of you, his erection leaving a wet trail along your thighs. He pushed a stray lock of hair away from your face, his expression soft and filled with love.

"You are mine, Y/N," Frederick whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "And I am yours."

You smiled at him, feeling the same emotions mirrored in your heart. "Always," you promised, your fingers tracing the outline of his face. 

As the day's events began to fade, you lay together, wrapped up in each other's arms, feeling the warmth of your love and the safety of your bond. And in that moment, all the chaos and curveballs of the world seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of you locked in a passionate embrace.

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And 3am confessions with Joe 🥰❤️

3am Confessions

A/N: Thanks for the request, love! Just a short little thing to kick off your bingo!

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This was possibly the worst time to be having doubts creep into Joe’s mind, but he was having a hard time stopping them. He often didn’t feel like he was good enough for you, that you deserved so much better. It’s why he tried so damn hard with you, doing extra little things to show his love so that hopefully, you wouldn’t leave him.

But this was not the time to let his doubts in. Not when you were currently underneath him, falling apart completely as he thrust into you. Your bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat as he moved, the room filled with your moans.

And when you hit your high? Gasping his name like a prayer? Joe was done for. How could he ever love anyone else? You were so beautiful, so perfect there on the mattress that he found his release as you came down.

The afterglow settled in as you both panted, trying to catch your breaths. Joe’s forehead was pressed to your shoulder before he nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck. His lips trailed lazily over your skin, pressing kisses at random.

Eventually, though, he rolled off you, prompting you to go to the bathroom. Then he was up; he cleaned himself, pulled on boxers, and rushed to the kitchen. Gatorade in one arm, snacks in the other, and he was back in the bedroom. You were still in the bathroom, so he ripped the sheets off the bed. He had just finished putting on a fresh set when you came wandering back into the room, looking absolutely stunning. As many times as he saw you naked, you still took his breath away.

Your eyes gently roamed over the bed, the snacks and drinks on the nightstand, and you smiled softly. Joe gestured for you to get back in bed and you did, climbing under the covers.

“Here, drink some Gatorade,” he prompted, handing you the blue one; your favorite flavor. Then he was in bed beside you, gently turning you away from him. His big palms rested on either side of your neck, and he started massaging the knots out from your muscles.

“Mmm Joe,” you mumbled, halfway to a moan. His thumbs were magic, working out the stiffness in your neck. When you were a puddle in his hands, he stopped to hand you some popcorn.

“Eat, my love,” he whispered in your ear.

It was all too much, and you couldn’t stop the words from slipping out of your mouth, “you’re too good for me.”

It wasn’t the first time you’ve said that, and Joe normally had a smarmy response. But this time, he could tell something was different. There was a heaviness in your voice that wasn’t normally there.

“What do you mean?” he asked softly.

Your back was still to him, and it made it easier to talk not having to look into those puppy-dog eyes he had. So, while staring at the ground, you started.

“You always go above and beyond with me, Joe. And not just with the aftercare, but when you’ve made coffee and breakfast for me when you leave early for work. Or how you massage my neck or legs after a long day, even without asking. Or the little gifts you get because they remind you of me. You’re just…” you paused, thinking of the right word, “perfect. And too good for me.”

You both sat for a moment in silence before you felt his hand on your shoulder. Gently, he gripped you, silently asking you to turn towards him. Taking a deep breath, you turned, eyes connecting with his. You could swim in his gaze forever, those bright eyes seeing into your very soul.

“Darling, I—” his jaw worked for a moment soundlessly before he continued—“I only try so hard because I feel like if you were to look at me—really look at me—you’d see a broken man and you’d leave.” He looked away then, eyes dropping to the sheets. “I’ve always known that you were way out of my league.”

Heart in your throat, you gently took his face in your hand, making him look at you. “I’ve never seen you as broken, Joe. Maybe a little beaten up and hurt, but never broken.”

He smiled slightly, then turned to kiss your palm, his stubble tickling your hand.

“Maybe,” you continued, “maybe instead of doubting ourselves, we build each other up?”

“And if we’re having bad days, we tell each other that we need a little extra love.”

You smiled wide at that, moving to rest your forehead on his. “Yeah. I love that idea.”

“I love you,” he whispered back before kissing you.

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Weak - Peter Stone x Reader

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Peter knew you made him weak. He was used to being steady, impenetrable. He likened himself to a fortress with walls so high that no one would find their way to his battered heart. Somehow you had gotten past all of that. He didn’t know how and when it happened, only that it had. Now he thought about you all the time, he text you to see how your day was going, scrolled through selfies the two of you had taken while out and about. He smiled more; his world seemed lighter.

Then came the fall, he knew it had to happen because the universe dictated that he couldn’t be happy for long. He’d been exiting the courthouse when he’d gotten the call about his father’s death. It felt like a punch in the chest, sending him into a tailspin for the rest day. He couldn’t focus on what he needed to do, he simply stared at the baseball on his desk willing it to give him some insight. The grief was agonising, he felt it crushing down on him like a house collapsing and he blamed you.

If he hadn’t opened himself up, if he hadn’t fallen in love, he wouldn’t be feeling anything like this. He had been fine, by himself locked away in his ivory tower. This anguish it made him rage, he wanted to kick and scream and punch something but that wasn’t Peter, he didn’t lash out, not physically.

It was late when you turned up at his office. The desk lamp was on, and he sat at his desk cradling a glass of scotch to his chest as he stared into the abyss. Something was wrong, you could see it in the tension set in his shoulders, in the way his eyes appeared glossy and wet. He refused to look at you when you stepped inside, instead choosing to focus on the tumbler in his hand.

“Don’t sit.” He said, holding up his hand. “You aren’t going to be here long.”

You paused, your hand coming to rest upon the back of the guest chair.

“Peter, I don’t…”

He shook his head cutting you off.

“Don’t talk, just listen.”

You frowned at the coldness of his tone; you had never heard him sound so glacial before, especially not with you.

“Whatever this is.” He told you, “Whatever this was. It’s over.”

“Peter, just take a minute ok.” You said softly. “Just talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” He snarled, raising to his feet. He slapped his palms down upon the surface of his desk, the noise responding through the room like a slap. “We’re done.”

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Kiss #5 with Sonny x reader

A/N: What a perfect setup for ♫Angst♫ with a happy ending. Word Count: 1107 Warnings: Canon-typical violence, references to human trafficking, language, blood Prompt: Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips. Tagging: @writefasttalkevenfaster  @caracalwithchips @laneygthememequeen (tagging the three of you because you’ve expressed previous excited interest in my SVU fics. Let me know if you’d like to be removed from this list in the future, or if you are not one of said three and would like to be added 😉)

You hated undercover work, especially when it ended up in a long game and kept you away from home. You hated sleeping in sketchy apartments or motels, the condition of which you didn’t dare to consider closer for fear of what you might uncover. You hated having to dress in clothes fitting the part instead of your own taste. You hated having to interact with marks and perps and other smarmy, skin-crawling individuals.

But most of all, you hated being apart from Sonny.

The two of you had been together for almost a year when a deep-cover sting on a trafficking ring took you away for going on three weeks now. You couldn’t wait for it to be over, and luckily, if your intel was right, tonight was the night.

Of course, you worked with Manhattan SVU and nothing ever quite seemed to go your way.

~

Someone had tipped off someone and word had gotten back around to the leader of the ring. The bust had turned into a hostage situation, with you and three girls held at gunpoint while he raged and spit, demanding to know which of you was the cop so he could “blow their whore head off.”

You thought about giving yourself up, to protect the victims, but you also didn’t believe he was the sort of man to just accept your word. Sure he would probably follow through on his threat and kill you if you admitted that you were an undercover detective, but he would probably also kill the others, either before you to make a point or after you just in case you were lying.

So you huddled with them, cowered in a corner, making sure that you were positioned in front so that if the gun he was waving around went off, it would be likely to hit you and not them, and you waited, praying like hell that Olivia and the rest of the squad would come in time, praying that you would get to see Sonny’s face again.

~

It was getting too risky. The longer the standoff went on, the more likely it was he would snap, someone would get hurt. Or, just as likely, one of the other girls would cave and rat you out, hoping to save her own skin. You had to say something while you still had at least a chance of talking him down.

You summoned Sonny’s face in your mind, his dusty blue eyes, the way they crinkled at the corners when he smiled. He was always smiling. You wondered if after tonight he would still smile. You shook the thought away and tried to imagine him by your side, telling you that you had this, that you were going to be fine and then he’d have his mother’s zeppole waiting for you when you walked through the door. You smiled at the thought, in spite of yourself.

“Promise you won’t hurt us, if we tell you?” one of the girls asked, voice trembling with fear, cutting through your mental pep-talk.

You turned to her wide-eyed and tried to hold in the swear that you ended up muttering under your breath. There went your control of the situation.

“Of course not, beautiful. I’m only looking to hurt the ones trying to screw me over. You’re my girls.”

“Okay. It’s…” she hesitated, looking at you apologetically before pointing to you, tears spilling down her cheeks.

It all happened fast after that. You weren’t really sure the sequence of events, but the door kicked in, shots were fired, and then you were sitting in the back of an ambulance with a blanket over your shoulders and blood, his blood not yours, spattered across your face.

“You alright, Y/N?” Kat asked, leaning against the door of the bus beside you.

You frowned, trying to decide what your answer was to the question. You weren’t hurt, but you were dazed, maybe even in shock.

“I…” you hesitated, mouth open, waiting for words that wouldn’t come.

She raised a concerned eyebrow. “Maybe we should have the EMTs check you out after all…”

“No, I’m alright,” you said finally, shaking yourself off. “Just…tired. And I could use the world’s longest, hottest shower.”

Before she could respond with more than a chuckle, you heard your name shouted through the crowd of personnel gathered around in a voice like music to your ears even with the distressed note to it.

“Y/N, there you are!” Sonny said, pushing his way past several officers to get to you, his long tan coat flapping in the breeze he generated.

“When they said shots were fired…I was so…don’t scare me like that doll.”

“Sonny,” you sighed, heart overflowing with relief at the sight of his blue eyes and the sound of his stupid Staten Island drawl.

He paused, finally taking in where you were seated and the marks on your face.

“Is that blood? Oh my god, doll are you hurt?” his voice rose an octave, cracking with panic as his eyes roved over you, searching for the source.

“Not mine,” you croaked, barely getting the words out before you were crushed to him in a hug that you swore made your ribs creak. Not that you cared, throwing your arms around his neck to pull him close and hold him just as tightly.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Kat shake her head and walk away, blessedly giving the two of you a moment alone.

“For a second there, I was scared I wouldn’t ever see you again,” you admitted, whispering your confession into his ear.

His grip on you tightened, if that were even possible. “Don’t…don’t even say that. Don’t ever…I couldn’t live if that happened Y/N.”

He pulled back just long enough to look you in the eye before his lips were on yours. The kiss was like none you’d shared before, desperate, needy, both of you pouring all of the love and fear in equal measure that you felt into it. You breath escaped you in a groan as you clung to each other.

“Carisi,” Fin said, voice making you jump apart like two teenagers caught on the bed by your parents. “We’re done for the night. Why don’t you take Y/N home. Y/N, Liv says to take a few days off and then have your report done by Monday.”

You nodded.

“Thanks Fin,” Sonny said, clapping the older man on the shoulder and wrapping his free arm around your waist.

“And hey, Y/N. Even if we’re not going to show it like he did,” Fin smirked. “We’re all just as glad you’re okay.”

[cycat-carisi]

HC for Sonny buying lingerie for his SO at fancy boutique?

Okay, so I guess this is long and more like a half-a** fic instead...sorry :P

**Disclaimer**

I've never bought a single piece of lingerie in my life so...here goes nothing!

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Sonny felt extremely awkward walking around and around the fancy displays without knowing what exactly he was looking for. There were so many different "things" to choose from. Lacey things, silky things, things that covered enough and things that covered very little.

One evening when Sonny was out with Stone, he brought up his desire to buy you a “just because” gift but wasn't sure what. Of course, Stone being the Casanova he is, told Sonny that women "like this type of stuff" and that it was a "great way to spice things up in the bedroom" as a bonus. Assuming he knew what he was talking about, Sonny followed Peter's advice and made a detour to a fancy little lingerie boutique after paying his tab.

"Excuse me, sir. Can I help you?" a woman asked, walking up to the Italian detective. Her face was expertly done up with makeup and she smelled of expensive perfume.

"Uhm, uhh," he stammered, cheeks flushing hot. "I'm looking for something for my girlfriend."

The woman smiled knowingly. "Okay, what does she normally like to wear?"

And here's where things got even more awkward because you never really wore anything fancy like that. On one hand, a lot of lingerie sets were itchy and uncomfortable and you definitely didn't want to subject yourself to that kind of torture if you didn't have to. But on the other hand, you and Sonny hadn't ever felt the need to introduce anything special when it came to the bedroom. You were both incredibly attracted to one another, Sonny always whispering how beautiful you looked in whatever you were wearing.

"I, uh - she, uh - normal stuff?" The sales woman gave Sonny a puzzled look but nonetheless directed him towards a rather modest (all things considered), burgundy set of bra and panties.

He paid for them with cheeks still burning and he said a prayer to the Lord above to forgive his sins.

When he gave you the present, you were kind of shocked, and at first, a little self-conscious about it all. Sonny explained that he wanted to get you something and that Peter swore by it. "But...you don't have to try it on if you don't want to," he reassured.

Sonny's big blue eyes looked into yours apologetically. You knew that his intentions were genuine, so you decided to throw caution into the wind...

Despite the price tag, the fabric was still itchy and the bra wire dug into your skin. Though, when you stepped up to the mirror, you kinda liked what you saw. The set accentuated your curves, making you feel just a little more confident about yourself. Plus, if your suspicions were correct, you wouldn't have to keep it on all that long once Sonny caught a glimpse of you in the ensemble.

Needless to say, your suspicions were correct and Peter Stone had actually come up with some decent advice.

Taking a deep breath, you saunter out of your bedroom for the grand reveal. Immediately, Sonny's jaw hit the floor. His voice got low and husky. "Ya look absolutely beautiful, doll. I mean, ya always do, but wow."

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headcanon: “when the svu boys knew they were in love with you”

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1. rafael barba -

his head’s on the desk, and he’s fairly sure any coherent thought has long since fled his mind. rafael’s breaking down, slowly, and somehow you know. you always know. you have to get a text, or something, a call from whoever decides to unload the weight of the world on rafael’s shoulders. oh, don’t worry, carino, your boyfriend is simply working himself to death again. 

because you always show. and this time, it’s in the nick of time. he’s about to collapse, perhaps quite literally as he leans against his window for what he’s calling a break, when you push open the door to his office with a... look. it’s not angry, not even disappointed, just the perfect mixture of concerned and amused and exasperated that makes him feel so incredibly loved. 

loved. in love. in love with the way you walk over with a decaf coffee to remind him of the taste, give him enough energy to drag him back home and make sure he cleans up before collapsing into bed next to you.

rafael barba loves you, and falls asleep before he can overthink it. an ultimate blessing, because the last thing he really processes is that he’s got his arms around the love of his life, and he’s unsure if that’s a feeling he’ll ever get over. 

2. sonny carisi -

sonny realizes he loves you at the exact moment he says it. 

it’s not premeditated. it’s not thought out. it just happens. he’s watching you try your hand at cooking (”it’ll never live up to you, sonny carisi”), and he can’t help but come up behind you and kiss your temple as you tell him about your day. he’s watching your hands move a little as you speak, watching the way your brow furrows and your eyes widen as you describe your day, laughs with you but quiets so he can just hear your voice as you speak. it doesn’t matter what his day was like (long and boring and tedious) because you make it better just by being there. and before he can think about anything else, he’s thinking it and he’s saying it. 

“i love you.” 

and of course you freeze, of course you do. and sonny goes bright red, because that’s how sonny carisi works - his face lights up like a goddamn fire hydrant, and he’s stumbling to take it back, to apologize. because holy hell, he loves you, and he’s looking at you and blinking, eyes wide, as it hits him all at once.

you smile at him, though. and that’s what matters in the end. smile at him, offer him a taste of what you’ve been stirring, and he knows that it’ll all be okay. 

3. nick amaro - 

nick doesn’t doubt you’ll like zara and gil. he has no reason to. 

hell, he’s almost positive zara will love you, in her both arms open and gripping you tight kind of way. and gil will adore you, in his shyer ask you questions until you’ve bared your soul to the kid kind of way. they’re good kids, great kids, and you’re incredible in the way that makes him smile when he thinks about you. 

what he doubts is that everything will truly slot into place. because maria is halfway across the country, and cynthia is still holding back that little bit of her life that she absolutely has the right to, and nick is so damaged that he’s unsure he even has the right to ask you into his life at all. 

but because you’re you, you come in like a little bit of a wave. a gentle rush of warmth over everyone. and you woo maria with your grin, and you charm cynthia with your gentle teasing, and zara and gil have just as much fun racing you on their bikes as they do fielding grounders from him. and he’s watching you, your hair in the wind looking wild as the three of you laugh ahead on the path, knowing that the warmth in his chest won’t ever go away. 

he loves you. he really loves you. and he can’t help but hope that maybe he can have it all. just this once. 

4. mike dodds -

mike’s in the hospital... again. because of course he is. he’s pretty bad at staying out of it, if he’s honest. and all he can think about is you. 

he’s been in enough of hospital rooms to know they’re not the greatest places in the world. he’s very aware of every part of him that’s hurt and busted, but all of that takes a backseat. because all he can think is how your face must’ve looked when the doctors called you, how your eyes must’ve narrowed, how your jaw must’ve clenched. you’ve been with him through a lot, so he knows your eyes roll with the frustration before telling her you’ll be there as soon as you can. he knows you better than he knows himself. 

and when he hears your voice outside his door, everything else fades away. because even though you come in, exhausted, glaring, arms crossed over your chest, he knows exactly what you’re thinking. even in the face of your frustration he gives a bright, wide smile. one you return, despite yourself. 

“you’re impossible, mike.” 

“i know.” 

mike dodds is really lucky, he realizes, in that moment, to be so in love with someone so special. he’s in love with you, and nothing else matters. and he knows that no matter how many time he ends up in this exact spot, watching you walk into a hospital room, you’ll always be there. 

5. peter stone -

peter gets home before you, for once, and it feels a little bit like a miracle. one he’s determined to take advantage of, as he shrug out of his pullover and gets to work. 

there are things that fall apart as the both of you dive into your work weeks - things like the dishes, the living room, the bedroom. there’s a lot of going, going, going, and then the week is gone. but peter is home early, and he finds himself diving in without thinking. 

he doesn’t exactly know why he does it - maybe because he knows that your shoulders will sag in relief as you come through the door and realize the weekend can start exactly how it’s meant to, with relaxing against him on the couch with a show pulled up you can both finally finish. maybe because you love the feeling of clean sheets after a shower in the evening. maybe because after everything this week has thrown at you, you deserve to come home and not worry about a thing. 

and then it hits him as he’s turning down the bed, folding the comforter back so it’s perfectly laid out so you can crawl right in if you want to - he loves you. he loves you, and so things like this are the easy option, and he smiles to himself as he finishes up the bed, smiles even wider when he hears the jingle of your keys outside the door. 

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