#nick amaro x peter stone

[merakiaes]

Anyone have any requests for Mike Dodds, Joe Velasco, Nick Amaro, Peter Stone? This fandom is so dead and it's making me depressy. I just wanna write something but idk what😭💔

[bullet-prooflove]

Coming Up This Week: 6/2/2023

Monday 6th: Empathy - Greg Gerwitz x Reader - Greg struggles with his depression.

Tuesday 7th: Long Distance - Peter Stone x Reader - Peter knows he needs to make a decision regarding your relationship.

Wednesday 8th: Homecoming - Mike Duarte x Reader - Mike is a terrible patient.

Thursday 9th: Boundaries - Jimmy Lanik x Reader - Jimmy doesn't appreocate Natalie pushing your boundaries.

Friday 10th: A Sinking Ship - Terry Bruno x Reader - Terry worries about the stress of working in Bronx SVU is putting you under.

Saturday 11th: Truth!Joe Part Three: Safe - Joe Velasco x Reader - Joe has a viseral reaction to returning to the scene of his assault.

Sunday 12th: Therapy Sessions - Nick Amaro x Reader - Nick doesn't realise you also attend his boxing gym.

[littleoddwriter]

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ALFRED MOLINA characters:

Doctor Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus

DAVID DASTMALCHIAN characters:

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man

Bob Taylor

Denham

James Lewis

Johnson

Kurt Goreshter

Lonny Crane

Murdoc

Philippe/Abra Kadabra

Simon Lynch

Thomas Schiff

ETHAN HAWKE characters:

Arthur Harrow

Ellison Oswalt

Goodnight Robicheaux

James Sandin

EWAN MCGREGOR characters:

Alex Law

Catcher Block

Christopher Robin

Curt Wild

Dan Torrance

John Bishop

Mark Renton

Obi-Wan Kenobi 

Roman Sionis/Black Mask* (Birds of Prey - Masc!Reader only) [Any other version of Roman Sionis/Black Mask can be with a Gender Neutral/Female!Reader.]

HUGH DANCY characters:

Adam Raki

Cal Roberts

Luke Brandon

Executive ADA Nolan Price

Will Graham

KARL URBAN characters:

Billy Butcher

Black Hat

John Kennex

Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Markiplier EGOS:

Darkiplier

Illinois

Wilford Warfstache

Yancy

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Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Edward Nashton/The Riddler

Eli Sunday

Jay (Okja)

Joby Taylor

Klitz

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Agent Whiskey

Dave York

Dio Morrissey

Eddie

Ezra

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Marcus Moreno

Marcus Pike

Max Phillips

Maxwell Lord

Oberyn Martell

Ricky Hauk

RAÚL ESPARZA characters:

Bobby

Dr. Frederick Chilton*

Jackson Neill

Jonas Nightingale

Rafael Barba

Characters from 9-1-1 (Lone Star):

Carlos Reyes*

Eddie Diaz

Evan “Buck” Buckley

Howard “Chimney” Han

Josh Russo*

Mateo Chavez

Paul Strickland

Bobby Nash

Tim Rosewater

TK Strand*

Characters from Law and Order(: Special Victims Unit):

Detective/ADA Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, Jr.

Sergeant Mike Dodds

Detective Nick Amaro

Executive ADA Nolan Price

ADA Peter Stone

ADA Rafael Barba

Deputy Chief William Dodds

Little Miss Sunshine:

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Frank*

Our Flag Means Death:

Edward Teach/Blackbeard*

Frenchie

Izzy Hands

Stede Bonnet*

Prisoners (2013):

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Bob Taylor

Detective David Loki

Renfield (2023):

Count Dracula

Robert Montague Renfield

Tedward “Teddy” Lobo

SLASHERS/Horror Film Characters:

Asa Emory/The Collector

Ash J. Williams [I will usually default to Ash from the TV show, unless requested otherwise!]

Billy Lenz (1974)

Billy Loomis

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface (TCM 1974 and TCM 2)

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

Chop Top Sawyer

Corey Cunningham

Dewey Riley

Drayton Sawyer

Herbert West*

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Lawrence Gordon

Lester Sinclair

Luigi Largo

Mark Hoffman  

Nubbins Sawyer

Pavi Largo

Stu Macher  

Vincent Sinclair

William Easton

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn

The Girl Next Door:

Klitz

Eli

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Cecil Terwilliger*

Fat Tony

Frankie the Squealer

Grady*

Jack Lassen

Johnny Tightlips

Julio*

Legs

Louie

Moe Szyslak

Ned Flanders

Otto Mann

Seymour Skinner

Sideshow Bob

Sideshow Mel

Snake Jailbird

Timothy Lovejoy

Waylon Smithers*

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Anton (Movie)

Deacon

Guillermo de la Cruz*

Laszlo Cravensworth

Nandor the Relentless

Viago

Vladislav

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BlackBonnet (OFMD)

SteddyHands (OFMD)

Black Pete x Lucius Spriggs (OFMD)

Buck x Josh Russo (9-1-1)

Dracfield (Renfield 2023)

Buddie (9-1-1)

Eli x Klitz (The Girl Next Door)

Nandermo (WWDITS)

Herbert West x Dan Cain (Re-Animator)

McKirk (Star Trek: AOS)

Oluwande x Jim Jimenez (OFMD)

Barisi (Law & Order SVU) 

Renfield x Teddy Lobo (Renfield 2023)

Sickrent (Trainspotting/T2)

Stobotnik (Sonic Movie)

Tarlos (9-1-1: Lone Star)

AnderPerry (Dead Poets Society)

ZsaszMask (Birds of Prey)

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Sexual NSFW fics/headcanons (I used to write those as you can see in my Masterlists, but I have my reasons for not writing them anymore. Any hints at sexual topics are fine).

Anything related to death as the main subject (this includes deadly diseases, anything fatal, really, etc.).

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(Recreational) Drug Use

Extreme Possessive Behaviour and/or Jealousy

Yandere

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[villains-are-hot]

The SVU squad part 1

Fandoms: law and order order svu / encanto (in which the squad have gifts)

Eventual Parings: oc x John munch, oc x fin Tutuola, oc x Elliot stabler, oc x Nick Amaro, oc x Sonny carisi, oc x Rafael Barba, oc x Peter stone

Other characters appearing now or later in this series: Donald Cragen, Melinda Warner, George Hwang, Olivia benson, Mike Dodds and William Lewis.

Pervious captain: “open up your eyes Donald this flashlight holds the miricale given to our department”

Young Cargen: “how did we get a miricale”

Previous Captain: “long ago when I became a detective and first joined the precinct there was a rapist the worst New York has ever seen more victims than we could count. Despite many people working tirelessly we couldn’t catch him and one of my coworkers got killed. In our darkest moment we were given a miracle this flashlight became a magical device that would never turn off. It blessed detectives and Adas with gifts to help the citizens of this city. However after years some of them decided they were too old so they stepped down and gave up their gifts. Now I’m leaving it’s your turn to lead this precinct…—————————————-

Estrella held her breath as she walked up the stairs into the building where the 16th precinct is housed. Two years she spent as a uniform officer and now she was finally promoted to a junior detective. She stopped briefly to re-read her resume making sure it was written correctly before continuing on her way. When she saw the door reading special victims unit she gulped hesitating to open it. There had been many transfer requests to this particular department thoughts of ‘what if I’m not good enough?’ Ran threw her herd after all only the best of the best would be accepted.

After what seemed like forever she opened the door and walked in. The area seemed cramped but cosy including desks filled with papers and a investigation board. It didn’t seem like any of the detectives that worked here were in at the moment. Estrella noticed a bald man sitting in an office with the door closed this must be the captain. She knocked politely and he looked up motioning for her to enter.

“Are you Captain Cragen?” Estrella asked walking in?

“Yes and your are?” Cragen asked

“Officer…sorry junior detective Estrella Juliette GracÃa” she said handing over her resume with a nervous smile

“Please take a seat” Cragen said she did as told and waited for him to read it she tried to gauge his reaction by his facial expressions but he wasn’t giving much away. Finally he looked up “this says you have an iq of 146, you graduated high school at age 13, got a scholarship to Harvard where you earned both a doctorate in criminal justice and an SJD in law by age 18, you then served in the army for three years as a private where you saved the lives of two fellow soldiers, you were awarded the silver star for your bravery being one of only 10 women to get that medal, you then joined the police academy where you graduated top of your class and now you have been promoted to detective after being in uniform for only 2 years….am I missing anything?” He asked

“I don’t think so Captain?” Estrella said a little confused

“I’m sorry the position has already been filled..” Cragen started Estrella frowned at this she knew the competition was huge but she thought he would at least think about it before making a decision “But I’ve thought about it and your resume is exemplary I would be lucky to have you on my team, so I have decided to call detective beck and tell her I am going with someone else” he finished smiling at her and handing her resume back to her

“R..really? You mean I got the job?” Estrella said shocked but excited she struggled not to jump and down in her seat

“Welcome to the special victims unit detective” Cragen said shaking her hand

“I won’t let you down Captain Cragen, when do I start?” Estrella asked

“You start tomorrow officially, today i’d like you to get to know your coworkers and then tonight will be your gift ceremony” Cragen explained

“That is fine with me” Estrella said

“Good your new partner Elliot Stabler should be at the courthouse testifying, go meet him there” Cragen ordered

~~~~~~~~~

Estrella got out of the cab looking for this stabler man. Instead she was disgusted to see a man kissing what looked to her like a child.

“What is going on here?” Estrella asked trying to hide the slight anger in his voice

“Butt out she’s my girlfriend” the man shot back

“Your girlfriend? This is a child that makes her your victim” Estrella said frustrated

“She is 17” the man said

“Do you have proof? I’d?” Estrella asked the girl

“She isn’t showing you anything take a hike lady” the man said

“You have to be really stupid or really cocky to molset a child in public” Estrella said pushing him down on a car hood and putting his hands behind his back

“Let me go right now! Who do you think you are” the man yelled trying to fight her

“Hey el cabrón, i’m a detective just got promote and your under arrest under the New York penal code 130 sexual abuse of a minor” Estrella said turning the man around and handcuffing him.

“Please stop he’s my boyfriend, leave him alone” the girl pleaded

“There a problem here?” A man with short brown hair and blue eyes asked he had a detectives badge much like her own in his hand

“I caught this man molesting a minor” Estrella told pointing to the handcuffed guy who yelled at the detective to “get her off me”

“Tell her” the girl said

“It’s legal the girls 17” the detective explained

“Really the girl was telling the truth?” Estrella asked still confused she let the man out of the handcuffs

“Come on let’s go home” the girl said and the couple walked away hand in hand

“That’s not right even if she is legal that guy is like 30” Estrella said

“Tell me about it, but it’s what the court ordered” the detective agreed with her “what’s it to you anyway?”

“Are you detective Elliot Stabler?” Estrella asked

“Yeah” he answered

“Well that was an awkward introduction…I’m detective Estrella GarcÃa your new partner” she introduced herself

“Welcome to the world of grey” Elliot said clearly unhappy about the courts decision

“The captain said I should get to know my co workers so I guess there other others” Estrella says

“Yeah I’m meeting them for an after work drink at a bar down the street if you want to join us” Elliot offered

“I don’t really drink but sure id like to meet them” Estrella said they then headed to the bar she let her new partner lead the way since she was familiar with the place. When they walked in she realised there was a lot of police and lawyers drinking here. Elliot walked over to a table where two men were sitting one white man in his late 40s to early 50s wearing glasses and the other a black man in his early 40s his long curly hair in a ponytail. They looked familiar and Estrella got a serious feeling of deja vu but she shrugged it off.

“Guys this is my new partner Estrella GarcÃa” Elliot introduced sitting down at the table next to fin.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both” Estrella said sitting at the remaking seat

“Hey I’m Odafin tutuola but I prefer just fin, this is my partner John Munch” fin said shaking her hand

“Welcome to the squad and a life of regret and suffering” John said jokingly while also shaking her hand. A waitress came to the table the guys ordered beers and Estrella got a fruity cocktail. While waiting for them to arrive the guys got into a work related conversation. Elliot was still upset about the 17 year old girl case.

Estrella sat deep in thought she realised the names Tutuola and Munch were familiar to her. Then it clicked there was a detective Munch that worked in Baltimore homicide and a detective Tutuola that worked in Manhattan narcotics they were pretty much the reason she became a cop but I couldn’t be them? Could it…

“Excuse me John did you ever work in Baltimore Homicide?” Estrella asked the table went silent

“Yes a life time ago, why?” John sighed obviously not wanting to discuss his old life. Estrellas eyes went wide so she was right about one of but what about the other. She turned to look at fin

“What about you Fin did you work in Narcotics here in New York?” Estrella asked

“Yeah how’d you know are you stalking us” Fin said raising an eye brow suspiciously

“No nothing like that…do either of you remember a case fifteen years ago where one of the biggest drug lords in America was arrested he also had many trafficked girls that he would use and pass around to his men. He and his gang was responsible for a long list of murders they operated mainly from Maryland and New York but he was living in the state of Pennsylvania. He had three kids and older son and two twins a boy and a girl. The mother of his children died under mysterious circumstances.” Estrella recounted

“Have you been studying our case notes? There’s not way you could know all that if you didn’t” John said

“No i didn’t” Estrella said

“A lot of those details weren’t released to the press theres no way you can not that stufd” Fin told her

“I can explain you know that scared little ten year old girl that had to testify and put her father in prison? I don’t like to bring it up much but that way me” Estrella admired both men looked her jaws hanging open in surprised even Elliot looked shocked and he hadn’t even worked that case.

“Nah no way that was you” Fin said

“Yes way” Estrella said

“I read about that case in the paper, sorry you went threw that” Elliot said the group then changed the subject and spent the rest of the hour eating, drinking their drinks and talking about the recent case of the 17 year old that looked like a little girl. Estrella listend with interest since she just joined she wasn’t up to speed on that case.

~~~~~~~~~

That night the big gift ceremony was going to take place. Politicians and police from other bureaus were in attendance as well as the current members of svu. Since the prescient was small but people still wanted to know what was going thousands gathered in Times Square watching a live feed of the event. Estrella smoothed over her suit and fixed her hair ready for the ceremony to begin. Music begun to play signaling that it was time for her to emerge from behind the door she nervously complied. This was it that thing they would make or break her if she got a gift she’d become a permenant member of the squad if not she’s soon be gone like Brian Cassidy and Monique Jefferies before her. People clamped for her as she walked. She was nervous and this resulted in her only talking about a step a minute. Every so slowly she mad her way to the glowing lockers.

The lockers were large probably big enough for a person to fit inside. Each one glowed with magic displaying the name of a person and a symbol showing what their gift was. Stabler had a dumbbell on his symbolizing his gift of super strength, Tutuola had a chameleon showing that his gift is shapeshifting and Munch had a speech bubble with words in different languages on in since he had the ability to speak, read and understand all languages fluently. A new locker had appeared next to the others out of thin air this one was blank but still had an aura of magic around it. Captain Cragen was standing. He had the magical flashlight in his hand

“Will you use your gift to honor our miracle? Will you serve this city and strengthen victims hope” Cragen asked

I nodded and placed my hands on the flashlight it felt warm and calming. I went up to the locker door and hesitantly reached out touching on the combination lock. A magical light moved over the door transforming it and my name appeared in gold glowing letters ‘Estrella GarcÃa’ underneath was a love heart. I felt lots of eyes on me waiting for me to do something revealing what my gift was. Nothing happened! Everyone waited not knowing what to do and after a while Cragen addressed the crowd

“We have a new gift I don’t know sure no one knows what it is yet but it’s a gift all the same” Cragen said i ran my hand along the door confused but happy at the same time. I was now an official member of the squad but my gift hadn’t manifested itself yet..I wonder what it could be?

[dynowrites]

Yooooooo that supernatural!AU tho. Would you pls expand on Oliva x Casey and Peter x Nick bby? 🍑

Olivia Benson x Casey Novak

- Olivia is a human and Casey is a vampire which causes a few problems in their relationship since Casey drinks human blood.

- Olivia once accidentally cut herself while shaving and Casey could smell it from a mile away. But with her in the next room having very little control, it almost was super bad. Casey also has such a hard time controlling her hunger.

- Casey has actually never fallen in love with anyone before. Surprising due to her age.

——

Nick Amaro x Peter Stone

- Peter Stone is the leader of his little werewolf pack, Nick being second in command.

- Nick hates it, so much. If Peter isn’t around, he’ll boss the rest of the pack around. No one usually listens to him.

- Peter and Nick always argue. Like, always. Mostly about leadership and stuff.

- Neither want to admit their attraction to one another. He both like each other, a lot. But keep it to themselves. Incase the other doesn’t feel the same way.

[adarafaelbarba]

Here’s a HC for you—thigh riding with the Bois 👀😏

This was a long time coming and I’m so sorry for not getting to it sooner. So as an “I’m sorry” I’ve added three new characters 😌 this is inspired by what we plotted, but I tried not copying it down word for word 😅❤️

Nick:

Smug bastard would love every second of watching you come undone just from riding his thigh. He wouldn’t touch you, only tell you what to do, like squeezing your tits while you go or telling her to show him why he should award her later. In general he would just be such a little shit, teasing you relentlessly until you come undone.

Rafael:

Like Nick, he’d also be a smug asshole. Only difference between the two is Rafael would actually be involved, the “hands on your thighs, lips on your skin” kinda involved. But even if his hands are on your thighs, he’d make you do the work, meaning you’d have to ride him yourself, he just puts his hands there to have some kind of anchor on you. He’d praise you, but he’d also tell you you’ll be punished for ruining his “favorite” pair of slacks/jeans. And if you dare talk back he’d tell you to watch it. But of course, as soon as you apologise, he’d call you a good girl and tell you to lay down on your back.

Sonny:

Our good boy would definitely be pleasantly surprised and a little shocked when you would get on his thigh. He’d instantly put his hands on your thigh though, guiding you through it, praising you and kissing you. And then he’d rip your shirt off you, cause he wants to watch those tits bounce, grabbing them to squeeze every so often.

Mike:

He’s smiliar to Sonny, but also not really. Mike would look so sweet and innocent, but then he’d open his mouth and it would be absolute filth. That’s how you’d end up on his thigh, trying to get relief from the arousal of listening to him telling you what he’d like to do to you. It would be such a turn on for him to see you in such a state of bliss from just riding his thigh, and he’d help you get off on him. Before he has you on your back, fucking you like there’s no tomorrow, and turning you into a moaning mess.

Peter:

You’d be against the wall, most likely in his office during a visit. His thigh would be in between your legs, letting you ride it if you want to relieve some tension. Peter would drive you wild with the feeling of the friction as well as his lips on wherever he can reach, lips, jaw, neck, chest. When you finally let go for him he’ll be sure to tell you he’ll be rewarding you, either later if it’s in the office. Or he’ll help you lay down on the bed/couch to give it to you right there and then.

Hasim:

It starts with you on his lap, making out, stress release. You’d grind yourself on him he won’t realise until you start moaning though, that you’re using his thigh to get off on. And it’s honestly the hottest thing he’s witnessed. He’d have his hands on your thighs, praising you in between kissing you or marking your neck and shoulder. But he’d also be dirty mouthed, telling you how he wants you later. And to be a good girl and finish on his thigh.

Joe:

He’d be so respectful (like most of them). But doesn’t mean he won’t touch you while you ride him, guiding you with one hand while the other cups your cheek, needing kisses from you. He makes sure you’re properly satisfied before he lets you go anywhere. And even then he’d let you know that he would love it for you to do that again soon, stating it was so damn hot to watch.

Nolan:

He sees it as a great way to please you without having to do anything (for when he’s too tired to perform himself, but wants you to get off on him. Or the days when he’s in the middle of work and you’re needy. When he would feel that you were slowing down, but nowhere near your orgasm, Nolan would either flex his leg or squeeze you, telling you he’d like to see you get off on his leg, needing to know you’ve been satisfied. He will usually always reward you, either the next day when he’s not so tired, or after finishing what he was working on.

[svucarisiaddict]

“I’m coming closer, and I’m going to put my hand on your shoulder, alright?” With Sonny 😊

Part 9: Evil at home

//I've had this ask FOREVER and I've been working on it even longer. LOL Anyway, it's long. Enjoy.//

Peter glared at Sonny from across the large conference table that was in his office. He knew being here made Sonny uncomfortable which gave him feel a fraction better. “So, the last time you talked to her was when?”

“This morning. She wanted to go shopping. I told her I would go with her but she didn’t wait,” Sonny answered. “And when was the last time you talked to her, huh?” 

“Are you two finished?" Nick asked. "I can't believe this is what you're putting your energy into when the person you both love most has been abducted," Nick admonished both men.

"You're right," Peter agreed. 

"Of course. Sorry," Sonny apologized. "So, between the two of us we have a lot of enemies," Sonny concluded. “Could someone have done this for ransom?”

“I think we would have heard by now if that was the case,” Declan offered.

"Any mutual enemies, business partners, anything tying the families together?" Brian asked.

"Just one; the Drakes," Mike confirmed. He looked around the table gauging reactions. 

"We haven't dealt with them since before Ben passed away," Olivia said.

"Yeah, it's been at least five years since we worked with them," Teresa said.

"Was she supposed to meet up with anyone? A friend? Co-worker?" Fin asked.

"I called her best friend, Jody. She said Y/N texted her yesterday and asked her to lunch but Jody had to work," Peter said. 

"And she isn't close with anyone at work," Mike replied, looking at Peter. The two men exchanged glances, both knowing what Mike had done to the coworker that was harassing you.

Sonny clocked the exchange between Peter and Mike. He furrowed his brow. "I can call a friend of mine and get street and traffic cam footage," Sonny offered.

“What about your old man?” Mike asked. “Would he have anything to do with it?”

Sonny narrowed his eyes at Mike. “No. He actually likes Y/N,” Sonny replied, emphasizing your name. There was something about the way Mike was acting that Sonny didn’t like. He’d speak to Peter about it later.

“Okay. Let’s get that footage, make some calls, and canvas the area again. We’ll meet back here in two hours,” Peter instructed.

“Hey, Peter. Can I speak with you in private?” Sonny quietly asked Peter.

Peter nodded. Once everyone was out of the office Peter said, “What do you want to talk about?”

Sonny stood and started pacing. “How well do you know Mike?”

Peter furrowed his brow. “Pretty well. He’s been on our security team for seven years. He dated Y/N.”

Sonny pursed his lips. “I know Y/N broke things off but she never said why. Were there any signs that Mike was jealous or-or not wanted to let her go?”

“I know where you’re going with this. He would never hurt, Y/N. He cares about her too much,” Peter stated. “Why are you asking so many questions about Mike?”

“There was something about his demeanor today. I don’t know. Just doesn’t sit right with me,” Sonny said. 

Peter regarded Sonny. He thought about how Mike had been acting lately. He did seem to be missing a lot and preoccupied. “We’ll follow him. See where he goes.”

“Okay, good good,” Sonny sniffed. “And uh, Peter. When we find who did this, I’m going to kill them with my bare hands.”

Peter nodded. “You’ll have to get in line behind me.” Peter put his hand out to shake Sonny’s.

Sonny accepted and gave him a firm handshake.

Several hours later you woke up to a darkening sky and the house Mike brought you to was quiet. When you sat up your head seemed heavy, your brain felt foggy and your vision was blurry. You didn’t even remember lying down. The last thing you remembered was talking to Mike. It took a few minutes but you thought you felt steady and your vision was better. 

Shaking your head, you pushed up from the sofa. When you tried to walk your gait was a little unsteady but the door was just steps away. 

“Shit,” you murmured when you tried to open it. The door had a lock that needed a key to get out. Back door. There was a back door to the fenced-in yard. Geez, your head was pounding, making you feel unsteady and your vision tunnel. You squinted your eyes and concentrated on the door. Almost there. Just a few more steps.

“Where do you think you’re going, missy,” Officer Mack’s gravelly voice said, grabbing you from behind.

“Stop,” you mumbled, making a feeble attempt at pushing his hands off you. Your arms felt heavy and weak. “Mike would be very disappointed to know you were trying to leave,” he said. His breath was hot and smelled like old cigar smoke. 

He dragged you back to the living room and tossed you onto the sofa. 

“Mike,” you rasped. 

“Oh, he won’t be back for a while. He’s out helping to look for you right now,” Mack chuckled. 

You cleared your throat. “My brother, my-my boyfriend they’re gonna find me. When they get ahold of you-” you threatened, getting your voice back.

“Honey I ain’t scared of no brother or boyfriend,” Mack responded. He leered down at you. “Why don’t we have a little fun?”

“No!” you kicked hard at Mack and made contact with his groin. When he went to his knees you took your chance and sprang from the sofa. 

“You bitch!” Mack spat as he rolled around on the floor.

You were still unsteady but willed yourself to the backdoor. “Oh thank goodness,” you muttered when you found the door unlocked. Heavy footsteps from behind made you pick up your pace. 

“Get back here,” Mack snarled, grabbing your hair and pulling you backward. 

When he grabbed you it made you lose your balance and hit the floor. Mack was on top of you in an instant.

“I was going to make this nice, but after that little stunt it won’t be,” he said. He started pulling at your shirt.

“Stop it!” you screamed. Punching at him and pushing him away. In an instant, Mack’s weight was off of you. 

You sat up and scooted yourself back to rest against the wall. 

Mike shoved Mack. “What the hell are you doing?” Mike’s voice boomed.

“That bitch came on to me!” Mack accused.

Mike’s eyes darted to you then back to Mack. “Nothing worse than a liar,” he warned. Then his eyes turned cold. Just like the night, he came home with his clothes covered in blood. 

“Man, I’m not lyin’-” Mack started. 

Mike narrowed his eyes. “That’s two times.” He pulled a gun from the back of his waistband and pointed it at Mack.

Mack held his hands up. “Okay. Okay. It was me. I-” 

You covered your ears and squeezed your eyes closed when the gun went off but not before you saw Mack’s body hit the floor. Mike shoved the handgun into the holster at his hip.

“Oh my God,” you said, stunned by Mike’s actions. Mack’s head was half blown off. Gray matter, bone, and blood splattered the wall behind him. “I’m going to be sick.” You pushed past Mike to the restroom where you emptied the contents of your stomach. 

“Here,” Mike spoke softly. He placed a cold, wet washcloth on the nape of your neck. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I hate when you get upset.” 

It took everything in your body not to flinch when Mike rubbed his hand up and down your back. It was crazy to think that you craved his touch in the past, now it was revolting. You unrolled some toilet paper and wiped your mouth. What you wouldn’t give for a toothbrush right now but you’d have to settle for rinsing your mouth out with water. 

Mike studied you in the mirror. “You are so beautiful,” he breathed. His hand brushed your hair over your shoulder, exposing your neck. Mike leaned down and brushed his lips along your neck.

“Mike, please,” you stuttered. “Don’t.”

He kissed your neck as his arms encircled our waist. “C’mon, baby,” he husked.

Tears stung your eyes. Something in your brain clicked and you knew what you needed to do. With trembling hands, you reached around to Mike’s thighs. You turned in his arms. 

Mike gave you a salacious grin. His hands slipped from your waist to grasp your buttocks. “I’ve missed this ass,” Mike growled. 

It took everything you had not to recoil in disgust. “Oh, yeah?”

Mike leaned down and pressed his lips hard against yours. His arousal was evident. 

Slowly you trailed your hands down his sides. The metal of the gun was cold against your skin. “Can you get rid of that please?” you asked Mike gesturing toward the gun.

As far as Mike knew, you were terrified of guns. Peter made sure you knew how to shoot and do it well. 

“Of course, darling,” Mike responded with a smirk. After placing the Glock on the opposite end of the counter he returned to you. Mike picked you up, sat you on the counter, and then wrapped your legs around his waist.

You thought you were going to vomit again. Closing your eyes, you allowed Mike’s hands to roam your body, and his lips to kiss your skin. Somehow you had to get to the gun. With a swift movement of your leg, you kicked Mike right in the groin. He went down hard. Taking your chance you reached for the gun and grasped the cool metal in your hand.

“You fucking bitch!” he groaned as he rolled on the ground, clutching the family jewels.

As you moved to step over him, Mike grabbed your other ankle causing you to fall. Thankfully your grip stayed tight on the but of the gun.

“I’m going to kill you,” Mike grunted.

“I don’t think so, asshole,” you muttered. You turned and pointed the gun in Mike’s direction and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit his shoulder. Not enough to kill him but good enough to subdue him. Mike lay in a heap on the bathroom floor moaning.

The gun stayed in your trembling hand but our arm fell to your side. Your body was filled with adrenaline, fear, and anger. If he was able to get ahold of you he would undoubtedly make sure you never got away. Your heart was beating so loud in your chest that you couldn’t hear anything else. The only choice you saw was to kill Mike before he had a chance to come after you. Slowly, you raised the barrel of the gun at Mike and put your finger on the trigger. He would never hurt you or anyone you loved again.

When a voice behind you said your name you jumped.

“Turn up here,” Nick commented. He scanned the neighborhood. 

They were in the same area Y/N went missing. They found out that Mike had bought a house in the neighborhood. It was midway between Sonny and Peter's homes.

“Don’t need a backseat driver,” Fin said, shooting a look at Nick over his shades. 

Nick rolled his eyes and then checked the mirrors and saw the black SUV that Sonny and Peter were riding in together. He called Sonny’s cell to tell them to fall back. They were close to the house Mike bought.  “To be a fly on the wall in that car,” Nick commented. 

Fin grinned. “I can only imagine.”

Both men scanned the house numbers. The homes were all older but they had been updated recently, except one.

“There. That’s it,” Nick said pointing to a two-story house with chipping yellow paint. 

“I’ll pull around the block then-” Fin started. A gunshot rang out and Fin hit the brakes and shifted the car hard into park.

Both men scrambled from the car pulling their guns.

“Shots fired!” Nick said into the walkie-talkie. 

Several seconds later the SUV carrying Peter and Sonny screeched to a halt in front of the house. Peter took the gun from his hip and Sonny retrieved his gun from his shoulder holster.

Nick kicked the front door in and entered the house with fin. Peter and Sonny were right behind him. Each man took a different part of the house; Fin went upstairs, Nick to the kitchen, Sonny toward the bedrooms, and Peter took the other downstairs rooms.

Sonny heard movement in the next room. He slowly made his way down the hallway. As he got closer he recognized your voice. It was soft like you were talking to yourself. Sonny swallowed hard not knowing what he would find.

Sonny let out a breath when he saw you sitting on the floor of the bathroom pointing the gun at Mike. You were still talking to yourself like you were working something out in your head. Sonny moved slowly so he didn’t startle you. 

“Y/N,” Sonny said our name softly. He saw you jump at the sound of his voice. “I’m coming closer and I’m going to put my hand on your shoulder, alright?” His hand gently gripped your shoulder.

Slowly, you turned to look at Sonny. Until he touched you, you thought hearing his voice was all in your head. “Sonny,” you breathed his name. 

“Yeah, doll. It’s me,” he replied. “Here. Give me the gun,” Sonny instructed.

“I can’t. If-if he gets up he’ll…,” you mumbled shaking your head. 

Sonny gently directed the gun down. “Shhh… it’s okay. You’re okay.” He was able to take the gun from your hand and tucked it into the back of his jeans. 

Your eyes grew wide when you looked down and saw Mike. “Oh-oh my God. I-I shot him,” you gasped. 

“Hey, guys! In here!” Sonny called out to the others. “C’mere,” he said to you. 

When you didn’t move he picked you up and carried you out of the room.

[qvid-pro-qvo]

headcanon: “when the svu boys propose to you”

created in conjunction with @hurricanejjareau. tw: food eating and mentions of food (especially mike and peter’s portions).

rafael barba -

rafael does everything he can to pamper you. so when he texts you halfway through your day with a time and place, it doesn’t even register past another sweet date with your man. what does is the gentle urging when you get home, the smile and light touch moving you to the fancier part of your closet.

“let’s really enjoy tonight, mi amor.”

the dinner is delicious. because of course it is. and rafael is grinning, because of course he is. each time you meet his gaze he’s winking, scanning you, teasing you. and he’s reaching for your hands.

each time he opens his mouth it’s another story, another moment that he remembers with fondness. you both reminisce about the first time you’d caught each other’s eye. and as the candle burns on the table, you see something in his gaze that makes you stop.

“what?” you have to ask. because you think the shine you see isn’t just the warmth in his eyes.

“nothing,” he murmurs. “i just love you.”

it’s a winter evening. your coats scratch against each other, as you walk arm-in-arm. your noses are numb, but the streetlights are bright. it’s a walk he insists on, and your feet step on fresh snow that’s starting to sprinkle on concrete sidewalks.

“i just love you.” he says it again. it’s reverent, as the flakes fall, and you turn to look at him as you walk home.

“hey.” you lean forward, meet his gaze, and then forward motion stops. “what’s going on, rafa? what’s got you looking like that?”

“nothing, nothing —“ he starts again, but you just level him with a look.

“don’t give me that. what’s going on with you?”

the snow keeps falling.

and he just looks. and that shine in his eyes is back, the streetlights bright. there’s no mistaking the way he swallows. the way his arm moves to his jacket pocket.

“i kept... waiting. for the right moment. that moment i could look at you and know exactly how to ask you to —“

he kinda laughs. at himself, you guess. no, you know. because he shakes his head, in that way he gets, the way that has your fingers lifting his chin.

“rafa.”

“i had a plan, mi amor. i promise. a romantic dinner date, at your favorite place. a whole speech, i wrote it down, but... this isn’t a closing on a case.”

he pulls his hand out of his pocket. the next snowflake you see that doesn’t get caught in rafa’s hair is on the red velvet box. it seems to glisten, snd you’re reaching for it before you can stop yourself. mesmerized.

“i’m never at a loss for words. you know that. but right now i look at you and i think there’s nothing i can say that fully gets it across. that could ever help anyone understand how much i love you.”

the box flicks open. your jaw drops.

“i love you. now. always. i promise that. nothing high or low, big or small. nothing... nothing will change that. will you marry me, mi amor? will you?”

the snow flurries down, but that’s not what makes it hard to see him. hard to reach out and manage to grasp both his cheeks in your palms, to pull him in for a kiss that rocks your worlds.

“yes, rafael,” you say. “i do, i will, yes to it all.” and when you kiss him again the cold of the night is but a distant sensation, the snow in your hair barely noticed as you kiss your future husband.

sonny carisi - 

you wake up in the morning, a day off with sonny head of you. but instead of rolling over and finding a body to curl around, your fingers connect with a piece of paper.

you can’t help the way your brow furrows and your lips pout. you’d expected a breakfast maybe, but there’s no divine smell filtering through the apartment. all there is this note, and when you pull it to your eyes you squint to read his chicken scratch.

sorry, sweetheart. i know it’s early, but i planned something special for you. get dressed. and meet me at the place we first met.

even groggy, the sight of the note makes you smile. and you rub your eyes as you get up, reading over it over and over as you dress yourself.

you know where he’s talking about. a chance stumble in a coffee shop halfway across town. but when you get there he’s gone, and all that’s there is a note scribbled on a napkin the waitress gives you, her smile coy.

not quick enough. our first kiss, maybe?

you can’t help but roll your eyes. ever the tease. you can basically see his grin as he scribbled it out.

so you go. the courthouse. meeting him outside after a tough case, the way he lifted you. but his friend (and yours) rollins is there instead, leaning against a pillar with sunglasses and a wry quirk of her lips.

those notes take you all across the city. first date, second kiss, first anniversary. you’re thrown this way and that, notes from his team, his squad. you kinda feel the need the apologize, but they don’t even blink.

“it’s sonny,” they laugh. all of them, even barba. “we expect nothing less.”

and all of them seem clued in to something you’re still searching for. because by the time you get to the last clue, his sergeant, mike, seems positively giddy.

last one, i promise, he writes. now. i’ll see you at home. our home.

you can’t help your sigh. of course. and by the time you get there you’re feeling run ragged. it’s cute, the reminiscence, but finding yourself back where you start has your mouth open before you even open the door.

“sonny, while i love the trip down memory lane —“ you start. but any words left in your throat are stole, because before you, your living room is transformed.

it’s still recognizable. the couch you and sonny picked, the tv he begged you for. but in the center of the room is sonny looking taller and more sure than you’ve ever seen him, and flowers seem to cover every surface.

he’s grinning. he’s so - so proud of himself, and you can’t help the gasp as your nose picks up what’s simmering on the stove, as you realize what he’s holding in his hand.

and then he goes to one knee.

“hey,” he says. and that confident lift of his chin doesn’t hide the way his voice trembles. as you love with long strides to his side, to look down at him as he gazes lovingly up at you. “i’m real sorry, but. i had to get you out of the apartment.”

his eyes are teary. you can barely see him.

“it’s okay,” you say immediately. nodding. “it’s fine.”

“i know, but. still.” and he laughs, and you laugh, and when he pops the box open you’re nodding. immediately. “i - i’m here. in our home. and i think about things i wanna do. with my future. and each time i think about it i think about you. there’s no step i wanna take where you’re not there. and i have to ask you —“

you can’t let him finish. you’re already nodding. already laughing, already crying. “yes, yes, yes, yes, sonny, i’ll marry you,” you’re saying, and before you can think you’re on your knees, too, pulling him into a hug.

(the ring is forgotten until later. you’re both laughing and still a little teary when you see it on the coffee table. and it’s another round of “yes, sonny,” that gets it on your finger, finally. as it should be.)

nick amaro - 

in another life nick amaro gets shot and comes out broken. in this life, he has you.

he’s here, instead. drying dishes, the laughter of his squad in the other room, and he gets the joy of watching you. gets to watch your little smile, the way you glance at him and shake your head. 

“take a picture. it’ll last longer,” you say, and it’s a tease, and he gets to grin and ignore the pain in his knee because you’re here, too. there are aches and pains that are going to last forever, but so is this, and he knows it. 

it’s a simple motion. he sets the dish he has to the side. leans from the counter to against you, one arm wrapping around your waist and the other into his pocket.

“you make my life better, y’know that?” his voice is low. you hum, lean back into him, mindful of the lone foot he’s balancing on.

“you say that like i’m not lucky, too,” you murmur, right back, wiping suds off onto your shirt before holding his hand.

he kisses your cheek, then your jaw, chin on your shoulder. and when he pulls out the little box he’s been carrying around for too long he can feel your breath falter. 

“nick,” you mumble. 

“i’m not - not a poet. i know that. but it’s not poetry to say that i love you. it’s just the truth. you love on my kids, you laugh with my squad, you... you show me what it’s like to see the world with... fresh eyes.” 

it’s that simple. the middle of your kitchen, your family behind you, your dishes in front of you. he lifts the lid, and your hand drops to the one he has on your waist, squeezing it tightly, swallowing as you glance up at him with big eyes. 

“marry me.” 

he watches you. watches your eyes scan the ring, trace up his arm until you’re turning to face him. your hand drops the dish you have, and if he could hear anything but his own heart pounding, he’d know that the other room quiets in an instant.

“nick,” you say again.

“marry me,” he whispers back, “because each day is better with you in it. my life is better with you, and... i never want to let that go.”

that’s all he can say, if he wants his voice is stay steady. but you know the rest. you whisper your yes. over and over. pull him in for a kiss, and the two of you are clinging to the counter because right now he can’t hold you quite how he likes.

and when prying ears become prying eyes, and the box is seen in nick’s death grip, there’s cheers of yeses, too.

mike dodds - 

it’s spring.

you both sit on a blanket with wildflowers around, looking at each other in the bright sunshine. there’s a chill in the air, but the sun cuts through it. makes mike’s hair look a little golden, makes your eyes shine.

a day off for the both of you. a rarity, but one you both cherished. usually days off mean nights in, but this day is different. mike has a plan, one he doesn’t share until you park and he has to grin.

“how about a picnic?”

it’s spring.

he looks at you as he leans back on the grass. watches your hand move as you tell him about your week, laugh about something you heard through the grapevine. he watches as you reach for a few berries, pop them in your mouth.

the sun is high in the sky. it’s burning his nose, his cheeks, he’s sure, but that’s not what matters. what matters is that he gets a little closer to you, sits up so he can smile gently, reach for your hand.

“hey, sweetheart. can we talk for a minute?”

you’ve finished your story, but the question still makes you pause. makes your brow furrow as you look at him, but his smile tells you all you need to know. it’s not something to worry about. 

“sure, mike,” you say, squeezing his hand. “what about?” 

it’s spring. and what is spring if not the buzz of bees, the flower buds, and new beginnings with the ones you love? with the one who makes your heart flutter in your chest, who makes butterflies in your stomach feel as real as the ones that land on windowsills? 

“the fact that i love you.” his thumb runs over your skin, and his grin is vibrant.

“i love you, too,” you say back. it’s instinct. easy.

not as easy as this.

“and i’m lucky. because i met someone who saw me past all the pomp, and circumstance, and bad ties, and —“

“i love your ties,” you protest, and he has to lean forward to kiss you. kisses you over and over, until you’re both giggling, so he can slide past the basket and dig his hand in.

“and i love you.” his voice is a little breathless, as he looks at you. “i love the way you make me smile. i love them way you make me laugh. i love you, every inch of you, and the fact that you love every inch of me. you’re home, to me, sweetheart.”

your smile is gone. your face is open, vulnerable, and he has to lean forward and kiss you one more time. “mike,” you whisper, and when your voice cracks, he pulls his hand forward.

“will you marry me?” he asks. and he feels that familiar warmth, from the tips of his toes to the top of his head, as his cheeks go a little red, and your eyes widen with delight as the sight of the ring he pulls out of the basket he packed.

you laugh again. bright and warm and a yes thrown in there for the certainty. and when he gets to kiss you again, your back hits the blanket.

peter stone -

“how the hell did we lose that game?” peter groans. it’s about the drama of it, the way he leans on you with an over-the-top amount of pain, because it makes you laugh like that. 

“well, i think the long and short of it is that they scored more runs than us,” you tease. peter lifts up, stares agape, and you try and dart away before he pinches your side. you’re unsuccessful. cackle as he pulls you close to blow kisses into your neck. and your delight echoes down the street. 

the sun is setting now. summer heat warms metal buildings and the back of your heads as you walk alongside a busy new york street. a walk you’ve made a million times, always ending up at the same spot to get some grub. 

always the same spot. 

that’s the thing that peter savors with you. the routine of it all. the fact that peter can wake up in the morning and see you, call you in the afternoon and hear you.

building a life with you. step by step. building a routine, step by step.

this walk is different. this walk has peter’s hand in his pocket, a three-fingered grip on the ring he spent ages searching for. you pull him towards the usual restaurant, make the turn, and he follows with ease. he’d follow you anywhere.

the host recognizes the both of you. your booth is open. peter has a flash of that first walk together, the way you grinned and pulled him down on the same side.

“let’s be cheesy, peter stone.”

he remembers that any time he slides in next to you. this time, included. it’s cheesy, to keep his hand tangled in yours, to blow kisses onto the side of your neck to make you laugh. it’s cheesy to pull you against his side and feed you a piece of something from the appetizer. it’s cheesy as hell to look at you and see everything he wants for the rest of his life.

but he loves it.

loves you.

he reaches into his pocket. holds the ring like a good fastball, tight grip, thumb running against smooth velvet. he feels his heart pound, blood roar in his ears, as the sun lowers behind the new york high-rises.

“hey,” he murmurs. you’re both tired from the time out in the sun, the feeling of hot plastic seats, three hours and eight innings. but his voice is low for another reason, as he leans close and sets the box gently in front of you. 

your fingers holding his grip him. reach for his thigh, and hold that, too. “peter —”

“home is new york, and you, because you made it that way. hope is baseball games and late night dinners, and... this booth because of you. i’ve - i’ve lost so much, but gained so much more because of you. i love you. i’m in love with you. and i always will be.” 

you’re leaning against him, now. your grip is no longer tight, but firm. he glances down and sees your little smile, the single tear that he swipes away. 

“i want to marry you. will - will you let me?” 

the lid pops open. but the ring isn’t the focus. the focus is your hands on his jaw, now, pulling him in for a kiss and murmures yeses against his lips. 

-

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[plaidbooks]

The guys bringing home their first child from the hospital please

Rafael: He doesn’t let the little bundle out of his grasp from the moment you’re all out of the hospital. At least, not until they start crying from hunger. Then, he reluctantly gives them to you. Rafael hovers the whole time you’re breast feeding. He shrugs out of his shirt, and as soon as they’re done eating, he’s scooping them back into his arms. He holds them against his skin--he’d read somewhere that babies feel more comfortable being able to feel skin and heartbeats of their mother. And though he’s their father, it must count for something. You let him cradle your baby while you napped on the other end of the couch, Rafael laying them over his heart.

Sonny: He drives at 5 mph the whole time, much to your amusement and annoyance. Once home, he wants to do everything--for you and your child. He wants to cook dinner, massage your feet, cradle your baby. And in the rush of wanting to do everything, he gets caught doing nothing. He stands by you in the front room, bouncing on his feet, arms halfway reaching for the bundle in your arms, and a look of confusion on his face. You chuckle at him, and he decides--he’s in the kitchen, starting on dinner. Then, he’s back out, plucking your child from your arms, and heading back into the kitchen. He starts narrating the cooking process to your baby, making you smile.

Nick: He’s done this all before with Maria and Zara, but it still takes his breath away. He drives slower than he’s ever driven in his life, dodging potholes the whole way home. And once there, he’s scooping your child into his arms. He wiggles his fingers in their face, his breath hitching when they wrap a small hand around his finger. He’s even more in love than the first time he held them in the hospital; he’s absolutely entranced as he sits on the couch next to you, playing with their little hand around his finger, marveling at their grip on him.

Mike: Like the others, he drives like a grandma to your home. Once there, he helps you inside, then goes to check on the bassinet in your room for the hundredth time, making sure it’s perfect. Then he’s back, ordering takeout and cuddling next to you on the couch, your child nestled between you both. Mike’s caressing their small cheek with his fingers, amazed at how something so precious came into your lives.

Peter: He’s telling you to rest in the back of the Uber while he’s holding your baby. He can’t look away from their little face, eyes squeezed shut. All too soon, you’re home and he has to move. Once inside, he’s making you and your child as comfortable as possible. Peter already knows he’s not going to sleep tonight; he spends the whole night sitting by the bassinet, watching your child sleep, making sure they’re breathing throughout the night. And when they cry for food, Peter’s picking them up, holding them against his bare chest so that they feel his warmth as he carries them over to you in bed.

[svubabes]

Voices - Rafael Barba

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

Summary: Barba realizes maybe getting under someone isn’t the way to get over someone else.

TAG LIST: https://onelovesr.tumblr.com/

Everyone says heartache takes months, even years to get over, sometimes never. Some say to get over someone you have to get under someone else.

It had been two months since you and Rafael had called it quits, it was gut wrenching to throw away almost three years of a relationship, but it had to be done. Deep down, you knew when you both took your anger out on each other, spent more time wrapped up in a blanket than in each others arms, the quiet breakfast together and the blank stares at the office weren't personal. When you and Raf broke up, you both admitted what had went wrong and that maybe it was best to lay things to rest for a bit, maybe a few days or weeks or maybe forever.

You knew it was forever when a young, blonde, short skirt and high heels popped into SVU with Rafael. Of course everyman in the unit was drooling over this girl.

“And who is this Barba?” He smirked, and introduced her as Lillian Gomez, his new assistant of course he had to check to make sure you were paying attention to the scene. You just looked straight ahead at your computer, trying your best to focus on the work you had. Something in you just wanted to rip Barba apart, how could he? Three years and now he comes in drooling over his assistant for you to see? How cold is that?

Weeks had passed, you were slowly dying on the inside. Why did his assistant have to be everywhere? You sat in the courtroom ready to get this hearing over with and praying that this perp would be behind bars. Carisi made his way over to you.

“Hey! How are ya?” You looked at him, arms crossed and rolled your eyes.

“Sonny, I’m ready to flip my fuckin’ lid! Why does he have to bring here everywhere? I mean everywhere! I’m surprised when I go to the restroom she’s not fuckin standing there behind me!” You whispered, Sonny laughed.

“I know your hurt,” He put his arm around you, “Have you talked to him? At all?”

“Nope. He hasn’t talked to me.” Sonny rolled his eyes.

“Look you can’t be that way, what are ya in highschool?” You scoffed.

“No! Why would I beg him to talk to me?” Sonny rolled his eyes, once again. You looked up to see a harsh, cold stare from Barba. Once he noticed you he turned to take his seat.

“Did you see that? He just cut through me using his eyes.” Sonny laughed and grabbed your hand.

“Look, you can do one of two things. One, tell Barba how you feel! You guys broke up cause what? Work, stress all that good stuff? Okay, talk to each other like adults. Two, keep watching him with that random lady and probably a lot more random ladies and suffer.” He paused, looking like he was trying to think of something to add. “Oh! You do have a third option, get under someone!” You slapped him lightly, you chuckled but quickly became serious when the judge stepped in. 

The trial finally ended at 6:42PM. Guilty on all charges, 25 to life, no chance of parole. This was a tough case for SVU, and Barba. Fin of course had the idea of going out for drinks at the local bar. You sighed, getting ready to walk away but you were stopped by Sonny.

“Where are you going?” 

“Home.” You smiled, getting ready to turn again.

“No, you are going to come to this bar. You were a big part of why this sick bastard got convicted.” You smiled and blushed.

“Well, you do have a point. I’ll go on one condition. Don’t let me do anything stupid. Like don’t let me get drunk.” Sonny threw a thumbs up.

“I’m your guy! I got your back and you know it!” 

Well, after six shots Sonny should watch no one. He half way lived up to his promise, but you were on your third drink so who knows? You may catch up with him in a bit. You sighed deeply, checking the time on your cell phone, no texts, no calls, go figure. Rollins came over to you as you slowly stirred your drink, occasionally looking up to see Barba and Lillian. Rollins scooted close to you.

“You know, I can baby sit Carisi if you want to bounce.” You turned your head quickly.

“How do y-” She smiled, taking a sip of beer and then cut you off.

“I had to do the same thing you are once, Nick Amaro. I had to watch him drool over his ex wife, wife, baby mama whatever you wanna call her. Sucked the life out of me, it was a real low blow, especially when he knew how I felt. I can understand you not wanting to see that.” You looked back to Barba, his hand on Lillians leg. Amanda was right, you couldn’t take that. You thanked her and paid for your drinks. You darted out of the bar, past Barba and Lillian, slamming the door shut. You sat down on the hard sidewalk and decided you needed a cigarette. You lit up and leaned your head back onto the brick wall. No sooner than you did this, you heard the bar door open. You couldn’t bring yourself to look, you didn't want eye contact with anyone from work now. 

“Really? When did you start smoking again?” You heard Rafael say. You turned your head, blowing the smoke near him.

“When did you start to give a fuck? Mhm. Finally get your hands and mouth free for a minute instead of all over that woman!” You shouted, pissed off, hurt, all of it would be out tonight. You threw the butt on the ground and stomped on it to make sure it was out.

“You know what? I don’t give a shit. Go, go be with her! I can’t even think about another man, but you’re out here able to stick your tongue down the first girls throat! Did you really care? Did you really hurt when we broke up, or was that some kind of act?” Barba walked closer to you, grabbing your hands and holding them tightly.

“I can't listen to her talk without hearing your voice.” He whispered. You felt less tense.

“What?” You asked, hot tears flowing down your cheeks from anger.

“I can’t listen to her without hearing your voice. You’re all I think about, even when I’m with her, I think of you. I want you, I was happy with you. Right now I’m just here. With you I was living.” He grabbed you and embraced you tightly.

“I love you (Y/F/N). I want you back, I want us.” You smiled into his shoulder, trying not to cry on his suit.

“I love you Raf.” He kissed you softly on the lips.

“So, you’re my girlfriend again?” 

“Not that easy, you have to take me to my favorite restaurant, then we’ll talk.” He smirked, grabbing your hand tightly.

“Well what are we waiting for?”

[azx-re]

Taking Care Of You When You're Drunk (SVU HC)

Summary: Headcanon about how the SVU guys deal with you when you’re drunk! 

Characters: Sonny Carisi, Rafael Barba, Mike Dodds, Nick Amaro, and Peter Stone. 

Trigger Warning: Fighting and inappropriate touching (mentioned).

Authors Note: This might be a pretty long post, so I will have to cut it at Sonny’s headcanon and the rest of the guys will be under the ‘keep reading’ sign. Please keep me updated if the ‘keep reading’ sign doesn’t work, thank you :)

Sonny Carisi:

Our sweet, tender detective has a knack for taking care of people, we all know that.

After a date night that ended with you having one too many drinks, Sonny will take you back home. Once you both arrived at the apartment safely, Sonny will help you navigate to his bed, a gentle grip on the small of your back as you wobbled your way in.

He slowly sets you down on the bed (and you were out the minute your head hit the pillows), and started his quest to make sure you have a nice rest by taking of your heels and accessories.

Sonny knows that you trust him enough to take care of you properly (and since he would never do anything bad without your consent, ever), so he slowly strips you out of your dress and put you into more comfortable sleeping clothes: his faded Fordham law tee and sleeping pants.

Next he fished out the makeup remover on top of the vanity and starts to remove the heavy layer of makeup on your face (he actually knows which ones to use on what product, a knowledge he learned from his sisters and didn't think he'll need until now).

And when you're clean and comfortable, Sonny would set a glass of water along with some Advil on the nightstand, and set down an empty bucket beside your side of the bed (just in case). He'd give a gentle kiss at your forehead, careful not to wake you up as he crawled into the covers to sleep. Being the cuddler, his arms would snake around your torso and pulll you close to him, in which you’d nuzzle back into his warmth.

Honestly Sonny's the best at taking care of people, and you'd wake up in the morning with a banging headache, but feeling how light your face feels and the soft clothes touching your skin rather than the skin tight dress from the night before, you were grateful for his help nonetheless.

Rafael Barba:

Rafael hardly sleeps at all, as his nights are mostly filled with reviewing what he's going to do tomorrow. And he always has his phone out, so he was always one call away when you're out having fun with the girls and needed help getting back.

Once he'd get your call, Rafa would drop everything that he’s doing at the moment, shuffling to the door with his wallet, jacket, and phone in hand. Not a moment later he’s on a taxi on your way to the location of the bar.

He’ll find you standing at the entrance, shifting from one heel to the other as you tried to hold yourself in your drunken state. Rafa would curse at your friends for leaving you alone: so vulnerable and unaware of your surroundings, but he’ll deal with them later.

With an arm on your waist to pull you close to him, Rafa would help you move your jelly-like legs back to the cab that was waiting. And once you’re settled inside the taxi, he takes you back to his apartment as it was closer than yours. Along the way you’d lean into him, fitting your face against the crook of his neck, whispering that he was your savior, your knight in shining armor ready to save this damsel in distress. The ADA would snort and smirk hearing your drunken slurs, but nonetheless he kept on caressing your hair as you seemed to cuddle closer to him.

The ride back up the apartment was hellish though. Because you were slowly slipping into dreamland, and Rafa had to hold you close against him and maneuver gently so you won’t slip and fall. It was in nights like these where Rafael would feel super grateful at seeing the sight of his apartment door, as holding the messy limbs grasping onto his jacket for balance was a rough 5-minute torture for his joints and muscles.

He’d swoop you up (bridle style) once the door was locked, it was far easier than dealing with mess of limbs scrambling for purchase.

And he'd lay you down on the bed, already snuggling into the pillows that very much smelled like your Rafael.

He'd lay a few more minutes beside you, stroking your hair out of your face and caressing your cheeks, feeling you smile against his palm as he cupped your cheek. And now Rafael could sleep peacefully, knowing you're safe and sound beside him.

Mike Dodds:

Mike would be the type of guy who would gladly accompany you to a bar and have a drink whenever his job allows it. He even went to a night out with your coworkers once, and he would try his best to be polite and be in his best behavior for you.

He doesn’t appear to be clingy though: Mike would let his hand linger at your waist when you’re next to him, but he’d let you socialize with your coworkers too and would keep a close eye on you from afar.

Later in the night there was this one guy in your division that gets a bit too touchy with you, and Mike would quickly sense your discomfort and would pull you away from the guy. This isn’t the first time this have happened to you though, and in the past instances Mike wouldn’t hesitate to flash his badge and use his authority to scare the guy away.

Mike not only likes to protect you (and scare potentially dangerous guys away from you), he also likes to show his physique (to you) as well. If the bar you guys went are just a short walk away from your apartment, he’d piggyback you and would teasingly run down the street, just for the sake of hearing your giggles and slurred protests to stop. Even if his muscles ached because of carrying you, it was worth it to see you laugh and be a giggling mess because of him.

Once you’re back in the apartment, all the showcase of strength earlier seemed to disappear as he would carefully lay you down to the bed. He’d take your shoes off and change your clothes into more comfortable ones.

But what makes Mike Dodds a great care taker? He charges your phone before going to sleep! Mike knows that you’d have to make a lot of calls in the morning with your phone, and although you could just use a powerbank, he can see that you think it’s a hassle to use that thing, so he would always charge your phone for you to get you ready for the next day. And this gesture of his always make you grateful, because he definitely understands how important your phone is to you.

Mike would wake up far earlier before you and go on his morning run. He’d time it perfectly that he’ll arrive back to the apartment around the same time you’d wake up, and he’d bring you breakfast and coffee for your hangover.

Nick Amaro:

You and Nick would hit the bar after a particularly hard case, and he’d always talk about something other than the case when he’s with you. He’d nurse his beer while talking fondly about his kids, and his heart seems to soar when he see how excited you are for the progress his kids make, and how you seem to love them so much even if you rarely met them.

Now we all know Nick has an awful, awful temper. Unlike Mike who would calmly scare guys that are pestering you, Nick would straight out roll his sleeves and stretch his shoulders. When the guy that’s bothering you doesn’t get the signal to back off, you’d occasionally have to hold Nick down and drag him out of the bar.

There was even this one time where he got into a huge fight with a bastard who was bothering you and getting on his nerves, and he’d end up getting a black eye and some cuts on his face. You’d end up nursing him when you’re not that drunk, and Nick would be having an earful of nagging from you about being too overprotective of you, when you wouldn’t want Nick to throw himself at every person who bothered you.

But Nick would always apologize after the scene he caused and he’d let you drink from the alcohol stash in his apartment, but he would keep an eye on how many shots you’ve drank, and stopping you when he thinks you’ve had enough. He’s went for drinks with you enough times to know your limit as well as you do, and he’d very much like to spare you from a horrible hangover in the morning.

The first thing Nick would do when you’re about pass out is to slowly take your gun away from the holster, and he would store both of your guns in his safe. Then he’d position you comfortably on the sofa, tucking a pillow under your head and covering you with a blanket. Nick would stay by your side for half an hour, just gently caressing your hair and smiling whenever you would lean to his touch and nudge his hand. When he realize it’s time for him to sleep as well, Nick would turn the lights off and set the AC on the perfect temperature so you wouldn’t wake up freezing.

You’d wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs being cooked, and Nick’s cooking, even if it’s just bacon and eggs, was always the best. A nice cup of coffee and a breakfast made by Nick would somehow miraculously cure your hangover. And Nick would eat breakfast with you wearing that goofy smile because seeing you eat and go about the day with a full stomach would make him happy, and he loves taking care of you the most.

Peter Stone:

Peter would work long hours into the night, and it wasn’t an odd thing to see him being one of the very last person to leave the office. Friday nights are usually filled with paperwork scattered all over his desk and working well over midnight, but a call from you asking him to pick you up was all he needed to pack up and leave the office. He knew well that when you go out on a Friday night it meant you were out drinking with your colleges at work, and he’d call one of them that he trusted enough to keep an eye on you while he’s on the way.

Once Peter arrived at the bar he’d greet your barely sober coworkers and go straight for you, thanking the one that kept you away from trouble when he was on the way. At this point you were drunk enough that you were a mass of tangled limbs as you tried to take a hold of his shirt, all the while embarrassing your boyfriend with a slurred and singsong version of his name. Peter would laugh along with your coworkers at your behavior and bid them goodbye, before making your way towards his car parked outside.

He’d adjust your seat first before helping you inside. And when he arrives at the apartment, Peter would definitely piggyback you inside, ignoring the odd look the security guard shot you. He’d be careful to walk into the halls and into your room though, not wanting to hit your head or limbs on walls.

Once you’re laid on the bed, he’d join by your side after making sure you are comfortable. He’d drop his work and chose you tonight, pulling up the comforter and sliding in beside you. Peter loved the feeling of your head on his chest, and he’d endure the reek of alcohol from your lips to savor the feeling of you being safe in his arms tonight.

Sadly you drank too much last night and would wake up bolting for the bathroom and emptying your stomach from last night. Peter, who is a light sleeper, would be by your side in a second though, holding your hair and making sure your head doesn’t fall limp into the toilet from the nausea. He’d clean you up and gently drag you to the kitchen, where he’d cook you breakfast and offer you a Gatorade to help with the dehydration effects.

When you’re stomach is full, your drank enough water, and the hangover was slight relieved, Peter would cuddle with you on the couch, playing with your head and feel you snuggle closer to his chest, taking your mind off from the feeling of nausea and the remaining hangover in you.

[bullet-prooflove]

What's Coming Up This Week: 27/02/2023

Monday 27th Feb: The North Star - Part Two: Case of the Ex - Terry Bruno x Reader - Things get complicated when your ex shows up at work.

Tuesday 28th Feb: Tell Her - Jimmy Lanik x Reader - In the aftermath of an accident Jimmy has something he needs to tell you.

Wednesday 1st March: Heaven (NSFW) - Mike Duarte x Reader - Mike gets his hands on you after some time apart.

Thursday 2nd March: BabyMiller! Series Part Three: Night Terror - Benny Miller x Reader - You wake up in the middle of the night in distress.

Friday 3rd March: Between A Rock & A Hard Place - Will Halstead x Reader - Will confides in you regarding the medical trial.

Saturday 4th March: Hate!Sex Series Part 3:Go - Peter Stone x Reader - Peter needs you to leave.

Sunday 5th March: A Bad Day - Nick Amaro x Sober!Reader - Nick helps you at the end of a bad day.

[thatonecurlygirl]

AU Masterlist

Camp Counselor AU

Steve Harrington

Background

First Day at Camp

Steve admits his feelings…with a little help

Steve and y/n get caught

S'mores and Scary Stories

Day out at the arcade

Billy Hargrove

Background

Billy finds camp competition

Billy and y/n get paired up

Single Parent AU

Dean Winchester

Background

Dean and y/n meet

Dean fixes y/n’s car

Blanket Fort

Dean meets Eli

Simple breakfast

Gym AU

Mike x OC

Background

Sonny x Reader A

Background

Y/n bumps into Sonny…literally.

Nick x Reader B

Background

Late night workout and fries

Reader’s feelings on the love triangle

Peter x Reader B

Background

Peter talks to y/n for the first time.

Reader’s feelings on the love triangle

[captain-ed-tucker]

[tomwambsgansdefender]

SVU as parents to teens

A/n: hi this is my first ever like writing post on tumblr! If there is someone I left out and you’d wanna see lemme know.

Olivia

- honestly mom! Olivia is the best

- basic rules; such an overprotective mom though

- dates are NOT allowed

- boyfriends, girlfriends; whatever it’s a no

- that mom who wants to know your friends parents before y’all hang out

- totally has life 360 so don’t even THINK about trying to sneak out

- spoiled yeT humble

Elliot

- y’all

- I don’t

- even

- gotta

- go here

- the most protective and best dad period

Munch

- he’s hilarious

- protective af

- casual inside jokes

- the squad probably was so confused meeting you for the first time

- doesn’t need life 360 or any kind of monitor bc TRUST

- DO NOT BRING ANYONE HOME JUST BECAUSE HE WILL SCARE THEM WITH CONSPIRACY THEORIES

Fin

- literally the chillest dad

- BUT DONT LIE HE KNOWS

- super caring

- he trusts you but with the 13-18 age range you aren’t trusted as much

- shockingly never gets in trouble

- when you do it’s probably fighting somebody

- totally get grounded

- but he’s super proud

- you totally could bring someone home you just have to clarify that he isn’t kidding when he says he will kill them

Rollins

- y’all

- no offense

- but she totally is that see the manager mom

- don’t @ me

Carisi

- if you juul you die

- TRUST HIGH KEY

- very close

- super soft

- EXTRA PROTECTIVE

- sonny only wants the best for his family

- relationships go through him and they usually never make it past

Amaro

- is a super weird dad

- highkey Ioves And spoils his kids

- yet he doesn’t think he’s really good at being a dad

- don’t bring anybody home

- he’s gonna embarrass you

- if you are anything like him; he totally doesn’t trust you during the teen years

Dodds

- low key dad jokes

- low key overprotective

- really relaxed

- doesn’t wanna be like his dad

- trusts you yet doesn’t trust the people you date

Barba

- distant

- such a good dad though

- nervous

- will literally give anything to see your smile

- will try to find ways to put the people who hurt you in jail

- reminds people you bring home that he isn’t an ADA When it comes to you; he’s dad and he will end somebodies life if they hurt you

Stone

- y’all he’s the sweetest

- hugs

- lots

- of

- hugs

- very keen on knowing where you are at all times

- super supportive of all activities

- ANOTHER YOU JUUL YOU DIE PARENT

- you’d honestly get caught juuling in the school bathroom and he didn’t talk to you for three days

- you didn’t think he was gonna come to your chorus concert with how mad he was at you

-yet he did; he told you he was sorry for ignoring you, it wasn’t the correct way to handle it.

-but you’re totally grounded 4 life

- you aren’t allowed to be in a relationship

- and you don’t really care you’re too focused on school

[dynowrites]

“My ex just showed up with their new partner and I really don’t want them to win this breakup.” From the valentines prompt list for Stomaro !! -⚡️

Peter was sitting in his office when he heard his phone vibrating. He didn’t notice the number so he ignored it. After a few minutes, a voicemail was left. Peter was curious what it was so he listened to it.

“Hey, Peter. It’s me, Anna. I know that it’s been awhile but I’m actually coming to New York for a few days. Didn’t know if you wanted to have dinner or some drinks somewhere to catch up. If you do, call or text me back.”

Peter hadn’t talked to Anna since he left Chicago. He had thought about meeting up with her, catching up, but he wasn’t sure. Around the time Peter was packing up to leave, he texted Anna to tell her he could make time for her when she came to visit.

About two weeks later, Peter has told Anna to meet him at a restaurant not too far from the office. He was running a bit behind so if she wanted to get them a table, he was fine with that. By the time he got to the restaurant, he noticed Anna sitting at a table with another man. Confused, he walked over and smiled at them.

“Sorry I’m late.” Peter said as Anna got up and hugged him tightly. He hugged back of course before turning to the male with Anna.

“I’m sorry I forgot to tell you, Peter. This is my boyfriend, Derek.” Anna motioned to Derek who held his hand out. Peter quickly shook his hand before sitting down.

“Nice to meet you.” As he sat down, he pulled his phone out and quickly typed a text out to Nick.

Peter Stone

Need help. Get to Marco’s please. Pretend to be my boyfriend.

“Rough day today?” Anna asked as the drinks soon came for her and Derek. Peter nodded as he shoved his phone back into his pocket and ordered himself a drink.

“Yeah. The case just isn’t coming together like I wish.” Peter sighed. It was a bit of chit chat between him, Anna and Derek before he saw Nick walking towards them. Peter let out a sigh of relief.

“Sorry I’m late! I lost track of time.” Nick walked over to Peter and kissed his cheek softly. “You owe me one.” Nick whispered to Peter as he stood up to greet him.

“I’m sorry I forgot to tell you, Anna. This is my boyfriend, Nick.” Peter motioned towards the male beside him with a smile. Anna made a face before standing and holding her hand out.

“Nice to meet you.” She mumbled as she shook his hand and sat down. Peter chuckled as him and Nick sat down next to each other and pretended to act like a couple.