#carisi oneshot

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n.amaro x reader

summary: you were younger then nick by a couple of years, and sometimes he’d come over to your apartment after late nights at the precinct, he’d come over to just enjoy peace and serenity

content: fluff, reader is in school (2nd or 3rd year of college) suggestive acts (nothing extreme), age gap!, mentions of sexual abuse due to svu cases, nothing too triggering, just a fluffy one shot overall

super short

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it was late at night, you were working on an essay that was due by the end of the week.. you were getting strained and decided to take a break and call it a day.

You made yourself a quick meal, spicy buldak noodles, a sandwich and your favorite drink that was saved in the fridge. You prepared your meal as you were watching your favorite show. you were almost done preparing your late-night snack when you heard the doorknob shake.

You lived a pretty safe vicinity so the chances of a burgler were slim, but you still were vigilant about your safety, you quickly grabbed your broom and held it tight.

Upon your discovery, the door opened and you saw your boyfriend… nick.

You sighed of relief, and he looked at you worried

“Jesus Nick, you scared me!” “geez sorry, i thought this neighbor was safe?”

you put the broom down, “I mean it is but you never know” “yeah.. tell me about it”

he walked to you as you went back in finishing preparing your ramen, he went behind you and grabbed you hips and nuzzled his head in between your neck, kissing you, making you giggle due to his stubble

he continued and you moved your head slightly to give him more access, he took this as a sign to continue. You tried not to get distracted but you let a soft moan escape.

he laughed,and started moving up your body; cupping your boobs. You laughed and finally pushed him away

“stop Nick” you laughed “I want to eat, I’ve been working on an assignment for the past 5 hours.” he let go and laughed “my hard working girl, okay okay I’ll let you eat but next time, you’re all mine!”

you shook your head in sarcasm, he took of his jacket and unbuttoned his white shirt a couple of buttons down, and took off his shoes. He adjusted himself on your couch, and laid there with his eyes closed taking in the aroma therapy essential oils diffuser thats going around your room.

you look at him, now realizing that he’s here strangely. Nick stops by late nights most weekends or if it’s a weekday he’ll let you know earlier in the day if he’s stopping by, but it’s currently a Tuesday at 12:36 am.

“hey Nick?”

he hummed in response, most likely getting sleepy

“not to sound rude or anything.. but why are you here? It’s late on a Tuesday night, shouldn’t you be at your place?”

He opened one eye and looked over at you

“do you not want me here?” He said a bit suspicious

“oh god, no like yeah I do, but I just realized what day it was and you know you usually let me know when you’re coming over and it’s usually weekends you spend the night with me, I just found it odd you came to visit me tonight” “I love it when you’re here really”

you finally finished your ramen and took it towards the couch where Nick was, and started eating as you waited for a response.

he was hesitant in his answer, he seemed stressed and frustrated.

“today we had a tough case.. a rape case..”

you look at him attentively, making sure you are hearing him and that he has your fullest attention.

you nod in continuous

“and well… it’s about a 8 year old girl who’s after school teacher has been acting inappropriately with her.. you know like touching her where she shouldn’t be touched”

“oh my god” was what you let out

“yeah, and her home life isn’t easy, this one was a bit tough to work on dude to how young and bright this little girl is. I hate to see anyone take it away from her”

you put your ramen down and get close to him, caressing his hand.

“and being here.. with you just brings me peace. All is perfect here, so sorry i came unexpected but i really needed to see you”

you smiled at him

“awe baby, you know you are always welcomed here, I love having you here, never goes a day where I don’t miss you”

you make him look at you and caress his cheek, looking so attentively at his eyes, leaning in and kissing him so gracefully.

he takes you in, and guides a hand on your neck. You move to his lap and continue to kiss him, sucking on each others lips, and you slightly grinding on him

he groans a bit and you continue to bit his lip. You pull away with his lip in between your teeth and stare at him and run a finger across his now plumped lips

“thank you for coming over”

“thank you for having me”

[squadmuse]

SFW ALPHABET

THE SONNY CARISI EDITION

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Sonny Carisi is the epitome of affection - he is so soft, caring and loving! He’s a touchy kinda guy, so he loves hugs, touching you whenever he can. His love language is cooking for sure and he loves taking care of you… and he loves kissing you too.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Sonny is a friendly guy and talkative, so it didn’t take you and him long to become friends and then best friends. The two of you bonded at first over family and food, and you two support rival ice hockey teams (you & the Rangers, while he supports the Islanders) so you affectionately argue over them & go to games a lot. You’ll be over at each others homes cooking too and have most likely met each other families and friends.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Sonny is the King of Cuddling, he loves it so much! He is long and lanky so his limbs wrap around you like an affectionate vine. He loves cuddles on the couch, you on top of him with legs intertwined. Spooning happens a lot too with him pulling you right against him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Oh my god, YES! Sonny desperately wants to settle down, and he is so talented at cooking in particular. He wants marriage, to be married to you with a ton of little ones following soon after the big day. The two of you dance and sing together as you clean as you’re both goofy and it makes you both laugh after tough jobs.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

His Ma would kill him if he didn’t do it in person! He’ll be really explanatory yet guilty, especially if you cry. He’ll want to remain friends afterwards if at all possible.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Sonny is the King of Commitment. He is loyal and dedicated to you. He is a devout Catholic who wants a family and doesn’t go into relationships unless they want the same & understand his faith. If you’re wife material then it happens fast but he knows you’re The One.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Sonny is so gentle in every way possible. He is literally so so soft and squishy! That saying, he does have off days. He’ll never raise a finger to you at all.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Sonny loves hugs and to give them too. He does it a lot in different ways: cuddled in bed, wrapped up on the couch, snuggled in the bathtub, from behind as you cook or do something etc. Sonny’s hugs are warm, welcoming and just such an experience.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Sonny will say it once he knows you’re his endgame, which can be fast or slower than usual depending on the situation or external circumstances. He just loves you so much, you mean so much to him and he will not stop saying it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Honestly, Sonny isn’t a jealous kind of person at all. He trusts you and knows how loyal you are too that he doesn’t need to worry about that sort of stuff. However he is a protective guy and keeps an eye on you whenever he can.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Such a great kisser, and they leave you dizzy & weak in the knees. Sonny loves kissing you on the lips most but he will kiss anywhere he can such as your temples, neck, nose, cheek, hand etc.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Sonny is a natural with children and particularly with younger children & babies. He adores his nieces and literally can’t wait to become a dad of his own brood.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Sonny start with him up early to shower and cook some light breakfast, he’s a firm believer in a healthy cooked breakfast to start the day. The two of you work in tandem as you make the coffee using the Italian machine that cost a fortune and check emails for work etc. The weekends however are when he usually has a lie-in or morning sex…

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Weekdays are more tiring as you both work in the law area (with him as a detective and then assistant district attorney, and you as an assistant district attorney also) and it’s basically a warm home cooked meal made from some frozen meal prep and cuddled together on the couch, chatting and destressing. Saturday nights are usually date night so Sonny takes you out somewhere, sometimes a nice restaurant or dancing, maybe a movie sometimes before coming home to rut like rabbits

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Sonny could talk about his family until the cows come home, he’s so proud and loving about them all. Even though you’re a lawyer, he hates bringing work or the effect of it on him home and takes a bit of time before he gets able to know you’re able and wanting to be there for him. He doesn’t want you scarred, you’re his safe space & home.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Sonny is usually a guy who is extremely patient and sensitive, and is very very hard to anger. However he is human and bottling it all up can explode out of him but he never gets physically angry. As an assistant district attorney now, he’ll come home and you can hear him stressing out in Italian in his study.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He tries his best so much! He doesn’t forget your birthday or anniversary though, he has reminders in his phone and physical paper calendar too - and now as an assistant district attorney, he has an assistant who can remind him if he he’s knee deep in cases. He’ll remember your favourite recipes and coffee order/like though too.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It is a tie between your first kiss or the first time he was taking you to his parents home for Sunday Mass & lunch/dinner. The kiss happened at your apartment door, he had walked you up to it so to make sure you got home safely after a date night together where he had made a fantastic dinner before taking you to a Broadway show for a change… and that kiss was so good but as your lips touched it was then that you both knew. Now, the other story; Sonny had arrived to your apartment early to take you out to Staten Island and found you cursing at the oven to hurry up. You had went to the trouble of not only baking ricciarelli but also melanzane alla parmigiana and lasagne al pesto too. He had been blown away by the effort you had put into it all and couldn’t help but kiss you right there and then.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

As a detective or assistant district attorney working in sex crimes, Sonny is very protective of you. He makes sure you know how to protect yourself, perhaps even how to fire a gun too. If he’s in danger then he’s having you in protective custody or with a 24/7 police detail around you. Sonny knows you’re very protective of him too and like a mother bear at times.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Sonny tries to make every date, anniversary etc. better than the last one but sometimes he’s too busy or drained and you never judge him. Whether it’s sticky notes on the mirror or elsewhere or homemade biscotti with a warm cup of coffee, you know how heartfelt Sonny’s action is.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He works long hours and can’t get away at times. Also he loves his family so much that he can sometimes prioritise them over you at times. As a Catholic, Sonny prefers praying or attending Confession over opening up which takes a long time for you to get him to break as a habit (sort of; he still goes, but now he tells you also) Sometimes as well, Sonny makes a mess in the kitchen with his concoctions and you don’t know where to start with the washing up.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Sonny loves his hair. He also loves fine Italian suits and other fashion items. Once upon a time he did have a moustache but he keeps himself clean shaven now and puts gel in his hair. However on when it is his days off, then he’s not as precise and will cuddle up with you in just a laidback shirt and jeans with his hair floppy (which you love).

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Oh man, Sonny would be lost without you! You’ve become a part of him; his heart, his soul and his everything.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Sonny mentors children within his church and teaches Sunday School when he can, he loves being able to do some good in the world. When they’re older and looking for an internship or work experience, he’ll help them out.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Sonny doesn’t like bigots or bullies, and he doesn’t want someone who isn’t loyal or supportive nor anyone who doesn’t want a large family and to settle down. He also isn’t a fan of aloofness or smugness either.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Sonny sometimes takes a sleeping tablet to help him sleep as he’s got a stressful job and he’s seen some horrors in his career too. He also likes watching you drift off to sleep next to him as it helps anchor him. When he’s a dad, Sonny is absolutely bringing the baby or babies into the bed and cuddling with you & them on the weekend.

[altsvu]

more than just my intern

pairing: sonny carisi x fem!reader

wc: 1.3k

summary: sonny was eager to take you under his wing when he suddenly realizes he was eager for more…

tw: none i can think of 😅

a/n: y’all PLEASEEEE don’t be mad at me but this was sitting in my notes for ALMOST A YEAR bc i wanted to add smut but it was HARD. so i got rid of it, but if y’all want a part 2, i can definitely do it! also this gif is just *chefs kiss*💋 its so fitting for this lowkey

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“I like you so much, I wish you were more than just my intern.”

“Well, those arrangements can be made.”

You enjoyed being a detective, but you wanted more. You followed in Sonny’s footsteps for as long as you could imagine and now it was your time to shine. You and Sonny had been partners for about 4 years when he announced he was applying to law school. You were there for Sonny when he got his acceptance letter, and when he had mentioned before his acceptance that he was applying to Fordham night school to become an ADA, it had become a surprise to you because you were actually looking at that school, among many others in the area. A few years after Sonny finished law school, you got one of the best news of your life.

“Sonny, you need to come over ASAP.” You said over the phone.

“Why, are you okay?”

“I just have something here that I’d like you to witness.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in 20.”

When Sonny came over, the both of you curled up on your living room couch staring at your laptop.

“I got an email from Fordham.”

The clock ticked slow from the time you opened up the email to the time you clicked on the link to log into the portal.

“Is that what I think that is?” Sonny said.

After you logged in there was another thing you had to click on in order for you to see your application status. Then, a whole bunch of confetti popped up on your screen.

“OH MY GOSH I GOT IN!” You screamed.

You and Sonny screamed and laughed for a few moments, living in the moment. You got accepted into law school!

“I’m so proud of you Y/N. You deserve it.” Sonny said, pulling you into a hug.

“Aww thank you.” You beamed. “And look at you, thriving as an ADA already. If anything I’m proud of you!”

Sonny also had a wide smile on his face. “It’s no easy thing, so thank you. These accomplishments deserve a little celebration, dont’cha think?”

“Oh yea,” You agreed.

And with that, your life changed.

•••

Fast forward a few months, you went through orientation and all those get to know you stuff and you were now taking your official classes. Sonny on the other hand was doing great as an ADA and you were extremely happy for him. Juggling law school and working as a detective, not to mention you got promoted, was something you were learning to handle one day at a time. You didn’t know how Sonny did it.

Throughout the semester, Sonny occasionally popped by to check on and see how everything was going, and he even helped you with some of the classes that he previously took. When you had your spare time on the job you went to visit Sonny to see how he was handling Hadid and the cases he had to work with. On the days he had to work late to prep for trial, you were reluctant to leave him, you were curious about this aspect of being an ADA. He gave you advice and other words of wisdom that you kept with you throughout your time in law school.

A year and a half passed by and Sonny was taking off with his career and you were still in school, doing everything you could to get high grades in your classes. On top of that, dealing with all the changes Manhattan SVU was going through was taking a toll as well. It was about that time for you to start gaining experience. Sonny let you sit in cases, live cases, in the courtroom, as you took notes on his techniques, just as he did when he learned from Rafael.

“You know, you might as well be an ADA now with all these cases you’ve sat in with me.”

“Not yet, Counselor. Give it about two more years. For now, I’ll be your little intern.”

That brought a smile to Sonny’s face. “Intern, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“If you’re serious about it, I can make arrangements with the DA… it can be your part time.”

Your eyes widened. “Sonny…”

“I know, I know. You don’t have to act on it right away, I just want the best for you. I didn’t get the chance to do this, but I want you to have it.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you hugged Sonny.

“Thank you. Seriously, for everything.”

“Of course. Anything for my partner.”

•••

After many conversations with the DA’s office, the bureau chief, and even Benson, you got your official position as ADA Sonny Carisi’s intern. Part time internship kind of situation. It was needed as one of the requirements for one of the classes you were taking so it fit.

Your days consisted of looking over some of the cases Sonny had on his docket, taking notes for your own practice, as well as observing during cases. You did get paired with other ADA’s on the eighth floor, but you always drew yourself towards Sonny.

•••

One night, you were in Sonny’s office looking over a case with him when he decided it was best for the both of you to have a nightcap.

“Hey, you’ve been taking notes on that case file for a while. Unwind with me.”

You looked up and saw Sonny pull out a bottle of wine and glass cups. You watched him pop the bottle open and pour the red liquid in both of the cups. He handed one of them to you, hoping you would accept it. You sighed, plopping the case file on the table. Taking the glass with a smile on your face, you followed Sonny to the couch he had in his office.

“You know, I don’t think I ever told you this, but it’s beautiful how dedicated you are to becoming an ADA.”

“Aww, you think so?”

“Yes.”

“I appreciate it a lot. I think a part of it was also your doing. You inspired me to go further in my career. Further helping victims of all walks of life that don’t have a voice of their own, victims that want to be free from the shackles of their toxic situations, victims that are tired of their bodies being used forcefully for sexual desires.”

“Maybe I did inspire you. You’ve really been a great advocate for everyone that walked through those precinct doors and it shows.”

“Cheers to that.” You smiled, raising your glass.

Sonny clinked his glass with yours and smiled. “Cheers.”

“I’m glad you’re my intern.”

You raised an eyebrow, setting your glass down. “Oh?”

“Yeah. I get to spend more time with you, for starters.”

“Mmm, yeah, I miss you at SVU sometimes. It’s not the same without you.”

Sonny nodded. “I get that.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, just completely comfortable silence and long looks.

“I like you so much, I wish you were more than just my intern.” Sonny admitted to break the silence.

You were startled at first, but then a smile crept on your face as soon as you knew what he meant.

“Well, those arrangements can be made.” You whispered. You took one more sip of your wine and scooted closer to Sonny.

“Oh yea?” He said in a hushed tone, moving closer to you as well. At this point, the both of your thighs were touching each other. You felt a major spark between you and him. You were feeling a certain type of way and it wasn’t from the alcohol.

“Yea.” You whispered.

Sonny gently took your face in his hand and kissed you.

After the kiss, the both of you were smiling, holding each other’s faces in hands and touching foreheads.

“I want more,” you said. “That was beautiful.”

“Beautiful indeed, my little intern.”

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[detectivesvu]

Exhaustion and Affection

Sonny Carisi x Fem! Reader

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah. Exactly.” 

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

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

“Hey, doll.” He laughed. 

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

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

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

“What are you making?” He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re lying.” He gawked. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sonny couldn’t help but groan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Very funny. ‘Course I can.” 

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

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

“Sure. Don’t be long.” He winked.

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

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

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

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

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

[saiilorstars]

The A-Team

Fandom: SVU; Sonny Carisi x OFC

Emilia’s Masterlist

Summary: Sonny is nervous about his first solo trial and so his girlfriend tries her best to help him out.

taglist: @ocappreciationtag​ @arrthurpendragon​​​​​​ @anotherunreadblog​​​​​​ @maaaaarveeeeel​​​​​ ​​ @stareyedplanet​​​​​​ ​​​​​@averyhotchner​​ ​​​​ @foxesandmagic @kmc1989 @caplanbuckybarnes​​​​​​​

Warnings: Due to the nature of the series’ plots, I do have to rate this as ‘mature’ for constant mentions of rape

Emilia was nose deep in her laptop when Sonny walked in through the door. Her eyes flickered up from the screen and watched him drop his things on the couch. He didn't need to say a word — Emilia could tell whatever work he had going on had been terrible.

"Should I get that wine bottle now?" She asked him. "Or we could go the other route and relax?"

Sonny gave her half of a smile but shook his head. He wanted to calm down before he ended taking out his stress on her. Emilia didn't deserve any of the crap he dealt with at work.

Emilia was intuitive, however, and so she continued the conversation. "It's bad, isn't it? What's the case?"

"I don't" — Sonny shook his head —"want to ruin our good streak."

Emilia snorted and chuckled. "Good streak?"

"You know — we had a good Christmas and New Years. We had good holidays…"

"And now we're both back at work," Emilia said slowly, giving him a rather 'duh!' kind of look. "That's why it's a vacation. It's like an escape from reality and unfortunately we are all done with that, so…" She closed her laptop and motioned him to take a seat with her at the table, "Why don't you tell me what the case is?"

Sonny still hesitated. With a sigh, Emilia rose from her seat and walked over to him. She was gentle when she helped him out of his jacket.

"What are you working on?" Sonny asked her instead. He gave her a soft 'thanks' as she folded his jacket and left it on the couch for him.

"Me?" Emilia mused. "Oh, you know, vacation's done and so online school started again. I'm just finishing up my first lecture of the semester. But c'mon, don't change the subject." She took his hand and walked him to the table to sit down. "What's the case?" She left him to go to the fridge.

"It's this woman — she left a big billboard message on the streets for everyone to see." Sonny eyed the books left on the table and felt even worse knowing he was interrupting Emilia's studies.

"Billboard?" Emilia closed the fridge door with a leftover bowl in her hands. They had made pesto pasta yesterday. "Ooooh, I saw that! We all did! Alice showed it to me at work a few days ago. You're taking up the case?"

"I guess I am," Sonny said, sounding like he was only just realizing the implications. Luckily, Emilia was quick to understand too.

"That'll make it your first case in the courtroom — on your own…" She popped the leftover inside the microwave and turned to look at Sonny. "That's the nerves, isn't it?"

Sonny nodded at her. "Monica — the girl behind the billboard — she's not making the case easy at all."

"Monica Russo? Yeah, we saw the whole thing online as well," Emilia crossed her arms. It had been a whirlwind of a mess concerning the girl making public accusations about a celebrity and then getting arrested herself. "God, Sonny, why didn't you tell me that was your case? It's been days since all that stuff came out!"

The microwave beeped three times before turning off.

"I didn't want to burden you, alright?" Sonny leaned back in his chair, taking the moment to actually start de-stressing from the day. "The things I see…"

"That's the thing, Sonny, you see them…" Emilia walked over to the table and set the pasta in front of him, "I just hear about them from you. It's very different. Sorry about the leftovers tonight…I was a bit stressed myself."

"You're heaven sent," Sonny assured her, reaching for one of her hands. He laced his fingers with hers and kissed the back of her hand. "Never forget that." Emilia smiled at him and handed him a fork. "What were you stressed about?"

"Ah, no, you don't get to change the subject on me," Emilia chuckled and returned to her seat. She opened her laptop and picked up her pen on the side. "I'm listening. Keep going."

"It's the usual stuff, Em. You hit the mark earlier — it'll be my first case in trial on my own. I guess it's just getting to me a bit more than I expected."

"Well, that's natural," Emilia said, taking down some notes in her notebook. "It's like my first day of teaching. Well" — she scrunched her nose — "except for the fact that I was nervous about handling 25 five year olds on my own and you're talking about rapists so…I guess it's not the same at all."

Sonny smiled at her despite her futile comparison. "I bet you were still very nervous."

Emilia hummed. "That I was. You'll be fine, Sonny. Eat, unwind, and then we'll go to sleep."

The only reason Sonny didn't protest was because of hunger. The pasta smelled delicious and he was truly eager to just forget it all until it was absolutely necessary to start thinking about it again.

~0~

Emilia knew something was wrong when she didn't hear from Sonny at all. The morning of his first trial, she had sent a few texts wishing him good luck — even a voicemail where she wished him all the luck in the world and reassured him that he would be fine — but he never responded. He was gone before her that day and she was back before him. With a quick call to Olivia Benson, she learned what happened. Emilia drove down to the D.A.'s office to find her boyfriend cooped up in his office. The door wasn't properly closed so she gave a light tap with her fingers and stepped inside.

"Hey there," she approached him with slow steps. The room was barely lit — it was a wonder how Sonny was managing to write on his notepad. "I was waiting for you to come home tonight…"

"Sorry, I was a bit busy…" Sonny mumbled, his pen working furiously on the notepad. Emilia eyed two crumpled balls of paper on the desk and wondered what he was working so hard on.

"I spoke to Olivia — she said the trial didn't go so well…"

"More like I got slaughtered out there," Sonny spat. He stopped writing and finally looked up at Emilia. "I'm writing my resignation letter."

Emilia's first reaction was to laugh. "You are not…!" The way Sonny was looking at her, though, made her stop altogether. "Stop — Dominick Carisi, you are not writing your resignation letter."

"Em, I'm gonna lose this case. Ms. Hadid already knows! She has her spies in the courtroom! I'm done!"

"No you are not," Emilia plopped down in an empty chair and leaned her arms on his desk. "You had a bad first day. It happens!"

"Yeah, but…Em, what if I'm not cut out for this?" The devastation in Sonny's eyes just imagining that he made the wrong career choice was heartbreaking. Up until now, he had always been so animated about his new job. It was what he wanted to do from day 1.

"Okay, Dominick, listen to me," Emilia reached for his hands and gripped them tight in hers. "Remember my silly little comparison before about my first day at my job? Well, I'm gonna use it again but just bear with me. There's a point." She scooted closer to the desk. "My first day on the job, I had 25 kindergarteners in my care. I was responsible for them — I had to make sure that they survived the day!"

"And you did it beautifully," Sonny said, prompting Emilia to snort.

"I wish! My circle time was a disaster! I had four of them draw on the tables while I was doing an art lesson! I miscalculated how much time they would actually pay attention and so they got bored and started drawing on the tables, others started painting on themselves because that's another thing — I didn't plan on how to give them the supplies. And then that same first day, one of my kids had an accident on the playground. It was horrible. I had to call the parents and…agh, it was just awful. A really awful first day."

Emilia let go of one of Sonny's hands to then take his other hand in both of hers, urging him to listen to her words.

"But do you know what I did? I went home and I came back the next day with a new lesson plan. I came up with a new art project, a better system to watch the kids outside — I learned and I kept going. And now here I am, trying to go for a new credential."

"And I am very proud of you for doing that," Sonny said, smiling fondly at her. She adored her students every day, even when some of those days weren't all that great.

"The point is you can't quit. If you did, you'd end up regretting it," Emilia said sternly, yet softly.

"It's hard knowing that I failed, Emilia…"

"I know it is, baby, but you can't stop now. You can still get up and try again. Do it better."

Sonny squeezed her hand, loving her more in that moment. "What would I do without you?"

"You'll never have to find out. So then, what time is court tomorrow?" Emilia let go of his hands and leaned back in her chair. "No school tomorrow."

"You do not have to come," Sonny said. As much as Emilia loved her job, she also loved sleeping in. She took advantage of her days off to the fullest and that meant getting up past noon.

"I want to see the bitch lawyer who's making your life miserable and, I don't know, trip her or something."

"Emilia—"

"On accident of course."

Sonny playfully rolled his eyes at her. He still laughed, though, which just gave Emilia more fuel to keep her story going.

Emilia soon rose from her chair and moved around the desk until she was standing behind Sonny's chair. She planted her hands on his shoulders and gave him a light massage. "I'm taking that resignation letter, by the way."

Sonny chuckled. "Sure. You can take it and go home to rest. I'll probably be in here all night."

Emilia shook her head. "I'll stay here, give you all of my support."

Sonny closed his eyes as she pressed a kiss on his temple. "I'd like nothing more than that but I know you're as tired as I am. Besides…" He opened his eyes and reached back for Emilia, tugging her around his seat while he scooted his chair back at the same time. He brought her down on his lap and pushed some of her long hair behind her shoulder. "I know you'll be there tomorrow and that means the world to me. And on your day off…"

"On my day off," Emilia agreed, "So are you sure I can't trip the bitch or something?"

Sonny rolled his eyes at her. "No, you can't."

"Damn. Fine, I'll settle for seeing you kick hers and her rapist client's ass."

"That I can try to do."

Emilia gazed at him fondly. "You'll be great tomorrow, I know it." Her confidence was unwavering and Sonny took it to heart.

He leaned forward and kissed her. However bad his day had been, one kiss from hers was enough to change it around.

~ 0 ~

Like promised, Emilia had been there for the next trial. She sat in the rows and watched Sonny handle the victim and the rapist in one go. She had never really been in a courtroom and truthfully she did not like the tension in the room. She couldn't imagine doing this 24/7. Sonny was right to only ever tell her bits and pieces about his cases, even as a detective it had always been somewhat of an unspoken rule.

But today Emilia was amazed by her boyfriend. He who was absolutely distraught with how the previous day had gone was now a very different, more confident, man throwing questions at the culprit. She was proud.

After the jury was sent out, Emilia stepped out of the courthouse to make a few calls and to give Sonny whatever time he needed with his colleagues. When she returned, she was a little lost. The courtroom was empty of course save for a few lingering reporters. She ventured the hallway until she came across the squad.

"At the risk of looking like a bigger idiot for just wandering around, could somebody please tell me where I might find my boyfriend?" she chuckled nervously.

"Might want to try the restroom," Fin said, "Or wait outside…"

Emilia raised an eyebrow at him, the idea donning on her in a few seconds. "Oh, that man and his weak stomach…"

The others chuckled.

"Where's the men's restroom?" she ultimately asked.

They were kind enough to show her the way. She got lucky as Sonny was just coming out of the restroom when she arrived.

"Hey," she hurried to meet him, "There you are! Are you okay?"

"Not really, no…" Sonny didn't hesitate to say, "Jury's been out for days."

Emilia smiled sympathetically. "Babe, it's only been 3 hours…give or take." Sonny actually stopped and checked the time on his watch. Emilia felt even worse for him. "Were you throwing up in there?"

"No…yeah…" Sonny sighed, "Waiting for the verdict, it's-it's different when it's your case."

Emilia laughed softly and offered him some gum. Sonny couldn't take it any quicker

"Oh, hun…" She stepped closer to him and touched his face. "If it's consolation, I think you did great back there. You definitely got that guy to show his real self."

"Thanks for being here," Sonny said, lowering his forehead against hers. Her mere presence had been enough to boost his confidence.

"Anytime," Emilia said, kissing his cheeks. "You want to take a walk or something?" But not a moment later, Sonny got the news that the jury had finally come back.

Their walk led them back to the courtroom. Once gathered together, they learned that the jury had found the defendant guilty. Relief washed over the right side of the courtroom as the defendant was taken into custody. Sonny looked back at the squad and more precisely his beautiful grinning girlfriend.

~ 0 ~

Later in the evening, Emilia walked out of the bathroom after a much needed shower and immediately smelled the delicious scent of her boyfriend's cooking. She practically floated to the kitchen.

"Okay, I thought we agreed on some take-out?" She laughed seeing Sonny busy in the kitchen. "My shower wasn't that long, was it?"

Sonny shook his head at her and lowered the flame of the stove. "I wanted to treat you right tonight."

"Me?" Emilia's eyebrows raised together, another laugh slipping through her lips. "You're the one who did amazing today. The take-out was my treat."

"I wasn't all that great with my moods," Sonny said, leaving the stove for a moment and walking up to her. He could smell her freshly wet hair's lavender scent. "And I just want to say thanks for sticking it out with me."

"You say it like I wasn't supposed to," Emilia said, taking his hands in hers. "Like I was supposed to let you wallow on your own. Never gonna happen."

"Oh, I know," Sonny said with a long sigh. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her body flush against his.

"We're like a team...except that I don't know the first thing about lawyering and I'm sure you'd lose your head trying to entertain 25 five year-olds." Sonny looked down at her then, making her laugh. "Yeah, who am I kidding? You're great with kids. You could probably do my job with your eyes closed. Not that you should because that would make you a horrible teacher."

Sonny couldn't help his chuckle. He was the lawyer but Emilia always seemed to know exactly what to say to make things alright. "Dinner?" He pecked her lips.

"Yes, please!" Emilia made to go around him but he caught her head and turned her back for another kiss, this one longer.

When they broke apart, Sonny mumbled a soft 'thank you' and tugged a pleasantly dazed Emilia into the kitchen with him.

[drelizabethgreene]

Wrote Rollisi for the first time in a while to fill a prompt for @fictober-event. Prompt was from Day 2: “Didn’t anyone warn you about me?”

[writtenbywrenn]

Joe Velasco/Dominick Carisi - Law & Order SVU

joe velasco / dominic carisi x f!oc backstory: oc and joe have a messy history together. when oc is invited in on a case with svu she's shocked to find the man she once knew standing right there in the bullpen. i'm not sure if this will be a series or not but enjoy!

The precinct is alive with the usual buzz as Captain Benson stands at the head of the room, leading the team through the latest developments in a high-stakes case. Fin is leaning casually against the wall, listening intently, while Sonny reviews the files, his focus clearly honed in on the stack of files before him.

Halfway through Oliva's debrief, Aniyah enters. Her straightened black hair cascades down her back, a striking contrast against the gray colour of her tailored blazer.

She moves further into the room, resting against one of the desks with her arms crossed over her chest, eyes assessing the people around her. Uniform cops, other detectives and a man she recognises as the Chief are all piled into the space, listening attentively.

But then her eyes find him.

Joe Velasco stands off to the side, his hands in his pockets, watching her with a mix of surprise and something else—confusion, maybe. He hadn’t expected to see her again, least of all here, and he certainly hadn’t known she had become a cop.

For a moment, Aniyah’s composed exterior almost slips. Memories of their time together, and the sudden end to it all, flash through her mind. But she quickly regains control, her face a mask of professionalism. She isn’t here to dredge up the past, especially not in front of her colleagues.

She turns her attention back to Captain Benson, who’s already moving on with the briefing. “Detective Parker will be working closely with us on this case. Her background in Major Crimes will be a significant asset. I'm sure some of you have already had the pleasure of working with her."

Aniyah smiles, "looking forward to it."

As the team disperses to head out, Olivia makes her way over. "Parker, you'll be working with Fin. I want the two of you to head over to the hospital and interview the vic again."

"On it, Cap."

Velasco lingers near the back of the room. He hasn’t said a word, but his eyes haven’t left her. His head is a chamber of mixed emotions right now and he's not sure where to even begin processing them.

As the others gather their things, he finally approaches her. There’s a moment of hesitation before he speaks, his voice low so the others can’t hear. “Annie, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

She meets his gaze, her face impassive. “I didn't expect to see you at all, ever again - but here we are." Her tone is sharp, eyes narrowing slightly. "I'm here to do my job, so let's just skip the small talk, okay?"

Velasco hesitates, taken aback by the cold edge in her voice. The confusion in his eyes is clear, but he knows better than to push. “Yeah, okay… later.”

Aniyah doesn’t respond. Instead, she turns away from him with a controlled intensity, joining Fin at the entrance without missing a beat. Her steps are purposeful, her posture rigid, as if the encounter never happened.

But beneath the surface, her anger simmers. The sight of him stirs up old wounds she thought she had buried long ago.

[the-wandering-wonder]

No Further Questions

Just a fun, angsty oneshot I threw together due to my current Raul Esparza obsession. Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

Word Count: 1,211

Rating: T (angst, swearing)

Chapter: 1/1

Summary: You get called as a witness for the defense, and Rafael has to cross-examine you. And we all know how ruthless he can be, even to the SVU detectives. Hurt feelings and anger come out, and you don't quite know how to handle it.

“No further questions.”

Rafael Barba’s words echo in your ears as you step out of the witness box. You can’t bring yourself to look at him as you walk past the table, anger and humiliation flooding through you. You walk out of the courtroom, Carisi right on your heels. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Carisi calls, trying to keep up with your brisk pace. “That was rough…”

“You're telling me.” 

“I mean, I get that he had to do his job, but damn.”

You stop before reaching the elevator, Carisi nearly stumbling into you. You turn, pinching the bridge of your nose as you let out a sigh.

“I-” You shake your head. “Look, I’m just gonna get back to the station. I’ve got paperwork to finish.”

Carisi looks like he wants to say something, but just gives you a sad nod instead, watching as you get in the elevator. As the doors shut and you’re left alone, you feel your lungs tighten and you take in gulps of air that burn your chest. Your eyes begin to burn and you feel tears threatening to fall.

“Dammit!” You slam your fist against the elevator wall. You’d never cried in the courthouse before and you were not about to start now.

~~~~~~~~

You knock back the shot of whiskey, feeling the burn in your throat and grateful to feel something besides the aching knot in your stomach. You’d left the squad at their table, preferring solitude at the bar. You fight back a tremble as you push your glass towards the edge of the bar.

“Another for the lady.”

Barba’s annoyingly smooth voice floats over the noise of the bar and you turn to see the A.D.A. sliding into the chair next to you. You feel your heart racing as memories of the day flood through you. The green of his eyes are almost swallowed in the dim light of the bar and you can’t help but remember the fire that had been in them as he ripped you apart on the witness stand. Or had that been hurt…?

“Look, about today-”

“Today?” You interrupt Barba, turning to glare at him. “Today fucking sucked.”

“Listen-”

“I’ve got nothing more to say, counselor.”

You spit out the title, taking notice of the pinched look in his eyes at your vitriol. You’d begun to trust Barba, but maybe that had been a mistake. You zip up your jacket, shoving your hands in your pockets as you push away from the bar. Swinging by the table, you give the squad a nod.

“I’m gonna call it a night,” you say quickly. “I’ll see you guys in the morning.”

Barba turns to watch you stride out of the bar. Tossing back his drink, he moves to follow you, stopping when Carisi moves to block him.

“Hey, man,” he says, his hand resting on Barba's chest. “I don't think you-”

He glances over Barba's shoulder, letting his words die as he sees Olivia shake her head softly. He steps aside, letting Barba follow you out into the brisk city air.

“Detective, wait!” He calls, frowning as he watches you walking away.

You ignore him as you continue down the sidewalk, and you hear the scrape of shoes on pavement as he follows behind. You stop short as he calls you by name, his voice cracking. You stop, pausing for just a moment before turning to face Barba.

“I’m sorry about today,” he says briskly, placing his hand on your arm.

You jerk your arm away, not missing the hurt that flashes across Barba's face as his jaw tenses. You sigh, feeling your chest tighten as the corners of your eyes begin to burn. You open and close your mouth, unable to form words that won’t end with you crying in front of him.

“You have to know that I didn’t enjoy that,” he continues, “it’s just…it’s my job.”

“I know what your job is,” you reply. Your voice begins to shake and each swallow feels like broken glass lodging in your throat. You let out a shaky sigh before continuing, “and I know why you did it. But it fucking hurt me. It blindsided me.”

“If I could have given you a heads up, I would have.” Barba lowers his head. “But I couldn’t risk accusations of tampering.”

“I know,” you nod your head slightly. “I’m just gonna go home, watch the game, and try to pretend today never happened. Good night, counselor.”

~~~~~~~~

You nurse your glass of wine, wrapped in your blanket as you watch the highlights from the game. Your team won, but you don’t feel your usual joy, instead sinking into the comforting embrace of numbness. You’re contemplating a second glass when there’s a soft knock at the door. You groan slightly as you disentangle yourself from the fabric and shuffle to the door.

You glance through the peephole, feeling a pang of surprise and irritation as you see Barba standing at your door, an almost shameful look on his face and a pizza box in his hand. You open the door, leaning against the doorframe as you look at him. He shifts his weight from one foot to another as he holds the pizza out towards you.

“I-uh, well, I know you like pizza when you watch a game,” he offers, his eyebrows knit as he searches your face for any sign of reaction.

“Game finished 30 minutes ago.”

Barba’s face falls at your words and despite wanting to hurt him earlier, it makes your heart ache slightly. You feel your anger and resolve slowly crumbling as you take in the man standing at your doorstep. He's in his usual fancy suit with a rich, brown overcoat, but his usual cocksure expression is long gone, replaced with a placating gaze and frown etched into his features. 

“I was about to put on a movie,” you continue, pushing off the door frame and walking back inside. “Wine or whiskey?”

“Whatever you have open,” Barba says quietly, taking a tentative step into your apartment.

“Wine it is, then.”

You grab a second glass, nodding at the door as you pour. He takes your meaning and closes it behind him, setting the pizza box on the counter once he reaches the kitchen. He sheds both overcoat and suit jacket, laying them on an empty chair. You hand him the glass and walk back over to the couch, settling into the comfort of the cushions and blanket. Barba stands by the counter, his gaze shifting from you to his glass and back again before he approaches the couch. Your name tumbles out of his lips with a sigh, his gaze filled with a plea for forgiveness.

Glancing up at Barba, you lift the blanket, scooting over to make room for the A.D.A. His eyes widen slightly and you see his posture soften ever-so-slightly before he lowers onto the couch, tentatively settling beside you.

“Today sucked, Raf.”

“I know.”

His arm slides around your shoulder and you instinctively curl into his side, his warmth radiating through your body as you feel his body sighing in relief, relaxing against you.

“It still hurts.”

Barba presses a gentle kiss against the top of your head before resting his chin there.

“I know…”

[rahleeyah]

Leah someone sent this pic in a chat I’m in and my first thought was “it’s probably just M and Peter but I would love for it to be a scene because I don’t care who it is at this point but I want Olivia to be able to lean on/be comforted by someone” and then my next thought was how they won’t give it to us with Elliot on the show it would have to be fic and then I thought imagine a oneshot where Elliot shows up to the scene after hearing Olivia is in a hostage situation for the 80 millionth time and she’s exhausted when he gets there even though she’s tried not to show it and he sees her lean her head on Carisi’s shoulder for a minute and he goes over there and tells him he’s got it from here and then it’s HIM she’s leaning on because he pulls her close to him. She of course tries to tell him she’s fine when he insists that he’s taking her home

And then I was like…wait didn’t Leah write a oneshot that was similar to that? So now I need to find which of your oneshots that was if so and reread it 🥹

I did!! It's called requiem 🩷 bc like. Yeah we need to see Elliot pick up the pieces we need it bad 😭

[vivaciousoceans]

Do you have any Barson fic recommendations? I love reading fan fic :)

I've been really into reading fics centered around Stablers return and how that impacts Barson, so most of my recs may follow that premise:

Pride by adrianna_m_scovill, This one isn't Stabler friendly, but I was literally checking everyday to see if there was update! I would honestly recommend you just read every barson fic this writer has written.

Slipping Right Through My Fingers by CD64, A great selection of mostly fluffy one-shots

These beautiful things that I've got by Mischevious_Oddity, A one shot that honestly boils down pre-season 19 barson chemistry in 1,257 words. They're just always looking at each other with intensity that feels too intimate for a bar full of people.

Of Scotch and Sideways Glances by jonasnightingale, A collection of oneshots and drabbles that range from heartbreakingly devastating to tooth-rotting fluff. I've read almost every story in this collection.

A Push in the Right Direction by MondlerBarsonfan, Another one of my favorites, and a premise i think could be totally plausible in the show

Back to Past by doddymoddy, This whole fic was just *chefs kiss*, I love a story where Carisi is barsons biggest shipper, because those are literally his parents.

[jelestes]

the one where casey falls in love

casey x olivia — oneshot/headcanon

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not in a million years casey would’ve imagine that elizabeth donnelly’s call would led her to what life is right now.

she thought it was a prank call at first, not having heard from the — now — supreme court judge in nearly 5 years, that would be the only rational and logical thing to think.

turns out it wasn’t.

of course casey was resistant at first, yes elizabeth donnelly personally asking you to take over svu’s DA office is a huge deal and isn’t something you accept right away specially not if it’s a sunday night and you have a fair share of wine on your system.

she had lived comfortably throughout the past 11 years, teaching at UCLA, working for non profitable organizations, being Santa Monica’s white collar division DA, hell she even had time to date! (not that the dating aspect of her life was exactly thriving but still). if she was being really honest, her heart had never quite left new york or svu.

or olivia benson.

the first few days were hard, despite being years since her brady violation she knew people would still hold it over her head but casey novak was never one to scare easily or shy away and that’s why donnelly called her.

after everything she’s seen and lived, she was even more fierce and passionate about the job and truth to be told she has been waiting for a chance to come back, she got one now and was more than willing to not let herself or anyone to get in the way of it, except, of course, said “anyone” had brown chocolate hair and eyes.

it had been a slow day, a tedious one even, when olivia barged in her office ready chew her a good one (god only knowing why), she froze on the spot when she saw casey. that was the first time they saw each other after over a decade.

she hadn’t changed a bit, despite looking older, she was still the feisty, fierce, gorgeous — not interest in casey the way casey was — looking olivia she fell in love with many years ago.

despite the initial shock they seemed glad to see each other again, well, casey certainly was, she was also certain by the time she heard her name out of olivia’s lips she was damned.

they fell into a routine pretty quickly, now that olivia was a captain (it was still weird for casey not to tease her with the word detective) they had to spend more time together, even more so than they did the first time around.

of course olivia would pass half of said time picking up stupid fights with casey, they clashed a lot and not because they were different people but because in some ways they were too alike.

sure, casey going after carisi every other five seconds wasn’t helping (he needed mentoring and casey was a tough love kind of teacher) but olivia interfering wasn’t doing any good either, not that casey actually minded the bickering, she found olivia to be at her hottest while angry but things were getting too tiring and as much as she loved that tension electric filled air olivia brought to her office she also wanted to feel appreciated, to feel she was good enough for once. a fucking thank you wouldn’t kill olivia, would it? that’s more than she got.

they had a particularly nasty fight, it was just a little past midnight, she had barely gotten home from the DA’s office when she heard someone knocking on her door, to her surprise it was olivia.

she let her in, they were successfully making amends until they picked up yet another argument, tired and not ready to kick her out of her house casey simply asked “what do you want for me?” and that’s when olivia did the unthinkable. she kissed casey.

olivia likes to think that this was when it all begun and that might be true, for the physical part at least, but casey knows that this was 20 years in the making. casey had fell for olivia the minute she laid eyes on her.

they tried to keep quiet about it but both were running out of excuses to give and there was way too many eye witnesses to their friendly-flirty banter.

they told fin first, he wasn’t at all shocked. amanda second, but she said she knew the moment casey walked in that squad room this was bound to happen (she was of course right), carisi pretended he didn’t care but he was happy for olivia and relieved that casey was being a lot softer on him now that she was head over heels for the captain.

she told donnelly over the phone, too afraid to tell her in person she waited until the judge was out of town to break the news, so certain she was about to get lectured casey had nothing but a confused look in her eyes when she heard nothing but a soft laugher coming from the other side of the line, “looks like you finally got your girl, counselor” said elizabeth.

and boy, she did.

fantasizing about being with olivia for over a decade was something, but being with her was a whole other thing.

now one year into dating the captain she learned that olivia is secretly a hugger, she’s straight up a stand up comedian whenever she’s in the mood, she’s ticklish although she will lie trough her teeth about it, she has the warmest lips casey ever had the pleasure to kiss, her body is addictive and so is her mind.

she’s both a coffee and tea person, she loves board games (and is a sore loser), she rather be bored out of her mind at hers and noah’s softball practices or games than not attending them. she brings casey flowers every friday night, she says it’s her way to apologize for being such a terrible cook and not helping enough in the kitchen but casey knows is because she is a hopelessly romantic.

olivia fights demons casey can’t quite comprehend but she let’s her in, she shares and trusts casey with them. if olivia’s the sea, casey is the shore.

one year into dating olivia benson, casey can safely say, reality is better than any scenario she could’ve ever imagine.

[maggie32432]

Who I Write Imagines/Oneshots For!

Here is a list of all my characters that I take requests for!! Feel free to also request those who aren't on the list.

MCU - Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier - Peter Parker / Spiderman - Steve Rodgers / Captain America

Harry Potter

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Law and Order: SVU

Sonny Carisi

Rafael Barba

Olivia Benson

Elliot Stabler

Outer Banks

Rafe Cameron

JJ Maybank

Topper Thornton

Kiara Carrera

John B

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

[squadmuse]

GET TO KNOW THEM ALPHABET

THE SONNY CARISI EDITION

Accessories: do they wear them and what kind?

Sonny has an ever growing collection of tie clips, ties, watches and briefcases that are gifts from you and your kids together, his own buys and gifts from friends and family.

Bad habits: do they have any?

Sonny stretches himself every which way trying to be there for everyone and not realising that nobody does the same for him nor does it do any good to his mental health either stretching himself so thin, even if it is out of the good of his heart.

Clothing: what's their style and what do they wear at home/out and about?

Much like Rafael, Sonny likes to dress professionally at work with three piece suits - preferably Italian. But off work, he likes a comfy Henley or hoodie with jeans or joggers, and he has a few Fordham and sports ones.

Date: what would their ideal first date look like? Do they enjoy datenights when in a relationship?

Sonny, while he loves to cook, will take you out to a cosy Italian restaurant owned by an old family friend or extended family. He wants to spoil you, but at the same time in an environment that is less high strung. Other dates, Sonny enjoys cooking for you and with you. Also he is happy with dates spent home but also out, he loves a good sports game and it’s even better with you.

Emotional: are they an emotional person?

Sonny is very emotional and he wears his heart on his sleeve. He isn’t afraid to cry, but he also gets cranky and angry also too.

Fears: what are they afraid of?

Sonny fears disappointing everyone, especially now that he is an assistant district attorney, whether it is you or his family or the victims and survivors.

Gifts: what makes them happy?

Sonny loves being with family and you, so he is happiest with you all together. He enjoys his sports, photography and his food so any gift linked to that will be greatly appreciated.

Helpful: do they help others, or are they rather selfish?

Again, Sonny is extremely helpful but he overextends himself by trying to be there for everyone and not taking time for himself or letting himself get taken care of. He needs to realise not letting others take advantage of his generosity and attention.

Insecure: do they have any insecurities?

Sonny worries about letting everyone down, about not having his own family & wife, his Catholic guilt and his own abilities as an ADA or personally as a son, father, brother, your partner etc.

Jealous: are they of jealous nature?

Sonny doesn’t get jealous often as he knows you’re the extremely loyal and devoted type. He struggles with a type of jealousy though when he sees everyone starting families and settling down, and he’s still not (although he knows you’re the one, and he doesn’t want to pressure you)

Kitchen: can they cook? Do they have a signature dish?

Oh yes, Sonny absolutely loves cooking and has a wealth of delicious family recipes that he enjoys making for you and with you. It’s a tried and tested recipe, but Sonny’s signature dish is his homemade lasagne that he makes completely from scratch.

Laugh: what makes them laugh?

Sonny gets laughter from his young nieces and cousins’ children with their little stories and antics. He also enjoys lighthearted tv shows that help him destress.

Morning routine: what are they like in the morning?

Sonny will cuddle and kiss you awake, before putting on a song on his iPhone as he showers and dresses. Breakfast is usually something quick and easy during the week, but you make the best coffee ever in his opinion and he gulps down sometimes two cups before rushing out the door. Weekends and holidays are a lot more laidback and Sonny loves surprising you with breakfast in bed.

Night routine: how do they unwind before going to bed?

Now that he is an assistant district attorney, Sonny usually ends up in his study after dinner. But you’ll always make sure he comes to bed and to help him unwind, Sonny cuddles with you as you run your hands through his hair.

Occupy: what does their home look like?

Sonny has a somewhat cosier home than most. It’s still very tidy, but it is one that has numerous framed photographs of you together and his family on the walls, shelves and elsewhere. He has a few high end culinary machines in the kitchen and a study with filled bookcases now that he is an assistant district attorney. His spare bedroom is usually made up for his nieces stay over with Uncle Sonny and you.

Pet peeve: what are things they absolutely can't stand?

Sonny doesn’t like xenophobes or anyone mocking his heritage and culture as he is very protective and proud of it. He also doesn’t like abusers or anyone who hurts women and children.

Quirky: what's their quirky trait?

Sonny will not eat store bought pasta or pizza or pasta sauce - he adamantly says that it is not real and is an insult to the real deal.

Relax: are they easily stressed out or do they go with the flow?

Sonny gets more stressed now that he is an assistant district attorney and can get cranky. He hates snapping at you and seeing you crumble or cry.

Spontaneous: are they?

Sonny tries to be spontaneous and surprise you when he can. When you went to Italy after getting married, he surprised you with a stay in a Tuscan villa where you visited a vineyard owned by distant relatives.

Truthful: how much of the truth do they tell others?

Sonny is very open and honest, but he doesn’t talk about the darkness of his work with you and doesn’t want you knowing those horrors.

Upset: are they upset easily? And what upsets them?

Again, Sonny wears his heart on his sleeve and does get upset easily. What upsets him is his insecurities, worries about you, family and his career. He either comes to you or his Ma or goes to Confession to let it all out.

Vain: how vain are they?

Sonny is somewhat vain. He is always well dressed and his hair gelled to perfection. But when he’s on vacation or it’s the weekend, he’s more lax and you love his messy hair.

Work: what kind of job do they have/would they like?

Sonny worked his ass to become an attorney through years of night school and working as a detective.

X-factor: do they have a talent for something?

Sonny has a flair and talent for cooking and for photography also. He doesn’t get to do the latter as much as he’d like but the former is something he does most days.

Yield: how easily do they give in to something/someone?

Sonny is someone who gives in easily, especially if it’s a friend or family or you. But at the same time he has very deep convictions and they are not something that he would stop.

Zealous: what are they enthusiastic and passionate about?

Sonny is passionate about family, work, faith, food and you.

[electrictoes]

Is it wrong that I want someone to write a oneshot fic where Nicole runs into Carisi while grocery shopping and sees that he's not alone, but with his pregnant wife and kids?

Not wrong at all, I’d read that!

[luna-jaden-shadow]

Buried in Work

Request - Hello ! I hope you're having a wonderful day ✨ If you are comfortable, may I request something ? Carisi (SVU) x reader ? Maybe um... Idk.. The reader being so busy that they didn't even have time to sleep and Carisi is worried when they fall asleep suddenly on him? Idk I'm tired 🤣

Fluff 

Warning - Sleep Deprivation, 

Pairing - Dominick “Sonny” Carisi X Reader

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“Have you been sleeping lately?” It was a simple question to anyone lately. The obvious answer to that should be yes, to you it as a wave of confusion. When was the last time you actually slept in your bed? Had you even slept that night that passed? Had the night passed yet? What day is it even? It was a mystery to you as you sit at your desk, buried in paperwork from cases that had been put off for a week or so, they had to be done. 

Your entire past week has been nothing but reading and writing and drinking coffee. The only free time you actually had was when a case came in and you were needed on the field. Your partner in crime, Carisi, was so kind as to bring you lunch when you didn’t bother to get up on lunch break. You had told him that the work needed to get done and since then he’d just opted to bring you lunch. 

A hand gently falls to your shoulder, making you jump from the paper you were reading. A chuckle comes from Carisi as he takes the seat next to you, moving the paper from in front of you. “Eat.” He places a bag on the table where the paper was, giving you a pointed look before you could even argue with him. The growl that pulls from your stomach is enough to prove his point, you need to eat. 

With a huff of defeat, you take out the food that Carisi had gotten you. “Thanks.” You mumble, glancing at him as you eat. This cocky smile takes over his face as he looks at you then back down to the paper. “I was almost done reading that one.” You say though he could barely make it out through all the food in your mouth. 

Carisi looks up from the paper again, this time catching the two empty coffee cups on the table no doubt from today alone. “Pulling an all-nighter?” He tries to joke like he hadn’t noticed that you’d been in the same position every day. He’d noticed every time that you’d dose off even for a moment before jerking back awake and either getting coffee or going back to work. When you don’t reply he raises an eyebrow, finally setting the paper down on the desk. “All weeker?” He offers, noticing the way that you tense up, instantly pushing your food away at your sudden loss of apatite. 

You shrug after a moment, rubbing the back of your neck. “The work has to get done.” Is all you offer to him but that’s not enough for him. 

“You need to sleep Y/n.” He goes on, getting you to look at him. “Look, I’ll do some of this if you’ll sleep, even just a little bit.” There he goes, pulling the puppy dog eyes that always get you. You huff out a breath again before giving in and nodding. “Good, you know where the-”

Carisi freezes when you lean your head to the side, resting on his shoulder. The second that your eyes shut you were out like a light like your body was begging to sleep. A smile pulls on Carisi’s lips as he looks down at you then to the papers.

[cycat-carisi]

The Subway Guy Saga

Ship: Sonny x Reader Summary: Just a stupid little thing I cooked up for Valentine’s Day using the prompt: “This is the part where you ask me out and I say yes.” Happy Valentine’s Day! Tags: Funny fluff :3 Total Word Count: 1633 AO3

The first time you saw Subway Guy you were left speechless. You had been commuting on the same schedule for ages and got pretty used to seeing identical faces day in and day out. Then one day came Subway Guy…oh my, Subway Guy.

You vividly remember those long legs stepping into the subway car, adorned in well fitted slacks and a briefcase in one hand. Normally, you wouldn’t pay the average Joe much attention, but somehow Subway Guy was different. Those long legs led to a lean torso and squared shoulders, his well tailored suit crisp and clean. You managed to get a quick glance at his face too, revealing slicked back hair and the most striking blue eyes.

All this, of course, had happened in a flash on that first day and it wasn't long before Subway Guy had taken his place amongst the rest of the morning commuters.

The next time you saw Subway Guy was the day you gave him his nickname. Being the sad, sorry sap you were, your love life was basically non existent. So, from time to time you would allow yourself silly little crushes on strangers who crossed your path in your daily routine. As it so happened, your gut would do a little flip flop when this particular handsome stranger got on the subway (always two stops after you) earning him the affectionate title of “Subway Guy”.

As the days passed, you stole secretive glances his way, admiring how he always looked so professional. He clearly took whatever his job was seriously and you could definitely appreciate that! Your infatuation led you to hypothesize about who he was, where he came from and what his job was. The only thing you could narrow down for sure was that he wasn't married. Well, he never wore a ring, at the very least.

Days turned to weeks and Subway Guy was a constant during your morning commute. You observed him to be polite, never pushing or shoving and he was the type to give up his place to those who needed it more. You made a mental checkmark beside "chivalrous" and "considerate".

But these daily sightings were beginning to feel like something different. Admittedly, your thoughts would drift to him more and more, wondering whether he would enjoy the coffee shop you took your break at or maybe appreciate strolling through Central Park. The longer your sightings of Subway Guy went on, the more your heart would flutter in your chest at the thought of him.

Despite this being uncharted territory and extremely nerve-wracking for you, you decided to bite the bullet and attempt smiling. Yeah, it may sound lame from an outsider's perspective, but for you it felt like a huge leap of faith.

The next work day, you managed to get yourself a seat right across from the door. It would be inevitable that Subway Guy see you there! Sure enough, two stops later, the doors opened and those long, lanky legs stepped into the car. Your chest tightened and you didn't know if you could pull it off. But you swallowed your nerves, looked up at him and smiled.

Those gorgeous blue eyes caught yours momentarily and Subway Guy returned you a courteous half-smile. Was it love at first smile? Well, you’d never know because the moment was squashed by a sudden forward jerk of the subway. The motion threw him a little off balance and he quickly found a seat out of necessity.

Nonetheless, that was progress, right? Or maybe you looked like a horse, all teeth and bulging eyes, when you smiled! What if no one had ever told you that you looked like a horse because they were just too polite to call out horse-girl! Okay, maybe you were over thinking things. But what did you expect? For Subway Guy to sweep you into his arms and give you the most passionate kiss of your life? Come on, don't be delusional! At least you managed to smile, even if you may have looked like a horse while doing it.

In the days that followed, it was actually Subway Guy who made the initiative to smile at you: A little head nod of recognition and a slight upturned corner of his perfect mouth. You were commuter comrades now, braving the New York City subway system just before peak hours! Was it the most glorious meet-cute? Probably not. But beggars can't be choosers!

With smiling becoming a semi-regular thing, you really couldn't stop thinking about Subway Guy. You swore you had literal heart eyes over the man. And even though it terrified you, your crush was becoming so unbearable that you resolved to actually talk to him! But the “how” was a different story…

The morning commutes leading up to Operation: Talk-To-Subway-Guy (the title was a work in progress, okay?) were filled with dreaming up different scenarios:

“Hi there. Fine weather we're having, huh?” Are you bonkers? This is NYC in the dead of winter. It's flipping cold!

“Heyyyy!” - no. Just no.

“Hi, uh, sweet brief case you have there! My dad has one just like it.”  YOUR DAD? Good God, you're a terrible flirt!

“Hey, since we see each other every - most mornings, I thought I'd introduce myself...” Better…but, is that coming on too strong? Will he think you’re just looking to get into his pants? Because you’re not! Well, maybe eventually - NO! FOCUS! What if he has a girlfriend and by flirting he'll think you’re some kind of homewrecker - Oh GOD!

Needless to say, you were your own worst enemy. With a steely resolve and nothing to lose but your sanity, you worked up the courage to say hello the next day. You began by sitting in your usual spot and waiting for him to get on. Like clockwork, those long legs carried Subway Guy aboard as he flowed in with the rest of the folks at his stop. You swallowed hard, chest pounding as you rose from your seat.

Immediately, your seat was swallowed up by another commuter nearby. There was no turning back now!

Just as you began to step forward, however, a little old lady from the opposite direction connected with Subway Guy's gaze.

He immediately bolted up from his seat offering it to her and you heard her praise him above the chatter in the cramped car. She continued to make conversation and all Subway Guy could do was smile and chat along. Of course, he would. Afterall, you had already checked “chivalrous” and “considerate” off of your list before.

You couldn't possibly go over there now, could you? In your moment of hesitation, you watched Subway Guy's head begin to shift in your direction. Oh, shit! ABORT! ABORT!

Scrambling, you swiftly turned your back to the pair and resigned to hanging onto a bar you could barely reach for the remainder of the trip.

To say you were discouraged would have been an understatement. Did the universe not want you talking to hot guys? Maybe you really were the human version of a horse! Nevertheless, you weren't a quitter - even though you were petrified of putting yourself out there romantically. So, the following day, you got on that subway with unparalleled determination to talk to Subway Guy! Little old ladies be damned!

Today's the day! You sit, wringing your hands together as you wait; those two stops feeling like an eternity. Finally, however, the subway slows and opens its doors to Subway Guy's platform. A few people file in and then so does he. Somehow, he keeps getting more handsome and today, you swear his blue eyes are sparkling. Subway Guy flashes you the usual quick smile before taking his spot in the car.

You bite your lip as you watch him take a seat. Your heart rate spikes. Once again you stand and begin to make your way over to him. Your legs are wobbly - from the motion of the Subway or from nerves, you can't really be sure, but it's likely some weird combination of the two.

You stop beside him and grip the nearest vertical bar. Except, just as Subway Guy notices and begins to look up towards you, the subway jerks, throwing you off balance. (You swear this damn thing has the worst possible timing!) You stagger forward, crashing into his left knee. You're absolutely horrified as you scramble to get your balance back.

"I'm - I'm - I'm," you stutter, face utterly on fire.

But Subway Guy only cracks a broad smile and it's the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen.

He stands with you then and you realize just how tall he is...Quit gawking! Say something!

You open your mouth again but he gently cuts you off with a hushed whisper. "This is the part where you ask me out and I say yes."

Your eyes widen, completely shocked. If you didn't look like a horse before, you most certainly look like one now!

Subway Guy chuckles fondly. "Sorry, I'm not tryna be rude, it's just we see each other every day ‘n you've got a lovely smile. I'm Dominick, by the way. Dominick Carisi, but you can call me Sonny."

Subway Guy - Sonny, reaches out a hand with that beautiful smile still on his face. You're nearly dead as you accept his gesture and introduce yourself. You make small talk, enjoying each other's company and before you know it, your stop arrives. But Sonny doesn't let you leave without exchanging numbers and a promise of dinner reservations.

Who would have thought that Subway Guy would turn out to, not only be “chivalrous” and “considerate”, but “sweet” and “charming” too, with an apparent soft spot for a shy girls who smile like horses.

Dedicated to all my single pringle peeps out there who, like me, are too shy to do anything when they have a crush on someone. This fic may or may not have been inspired by a true, but much less successful encounter with my own handsome commuter comrade. xoxo

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