#wake up besties new fanfic just dropped

[whoevrwhatevr]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rafael Barba/Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Rafael Barba & Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr. Characters: Rafael Barba, Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr. Additional Tags: Sickfic, Sick Character, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Caretaking, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together, Sort Of, Sick Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Sweet Rafael Barba, Mutual Pining Series: Part 3 of Barisi Sickfic's Summary:

Sonny is determined not to let a little illness keep him from finally getting to work on a case with Rafael.

[khalaris]

TAG SOMEONE YOU WANT TO KNOW AND/OR SOME OF YOUR BESTIES

got tagged by @eolewyn1010 who wants to find out just how boring I am 😄

favorite color: something between red and orange, really bright and intense

last song: Sha's "Monbijou". It's the perfect soundtrack for writing. Solo bass clarinet, bit of sax, 27 minutes long, recorded live under Monbijou bridge in Bern.

last movie: Glass Onion probably. "But that was months ago!" you say and you're right!

currently watching: new episodes of the Tatort teams I find interesting. Maybe even a Polizeiruf or two, just to mix things up a bit.

other stuff I watched this year: Apart from the stuff already mentioned... Knives Out and Glass Onion. And I watched through Blind ermittelt.

shows I dropped this year: None? I mean, I'm not really watching anything anymore except for my silly little German (and Austrian) crime shows. Unless you count maybe sort of emotionally dropping Tatort Münster? As much as that hurt. Still watching it, but I just can't put my heart into the new episodes the way I used to.

currently reading: endlessly rereading my own fanfic and following a handful other WIPs. In terms of books: "Idealzone Wien - die schnellen Jahre 78-85", "Queering Gay Pride", "Stadtgespräche aus Wien", "Es gibt durchaus noch schöne Morde", "Aufgabe Kriminalitätsbekämpfung", "Schmäh", "Nur in Wien"......... Errr, there might be a theme here (yes, it's research all the way down)

currently listening to: Nik Bärtsch's Ronin - "Modul 41_17"

currently working on: getting rid of the persistent hatte-Kontakt-mit-Kleinkind-Schnupfen that's been annoying me for the past 3 weeks

current obsession/s: perhaps a bit obsessed with Tatort Wien at the moment. But only a teeny tiny bit. Almost unnoticeable. It only fills my every waking thought (and some of my dreams) haha

No-pressure tagging @justhugsplz and @dat-carovieh if you want to :)

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

Can’t stop thinking about Bruno being five years younger than Julieta and Pepa and the changes in dynamics now, whoops.

He’s the only one in the first generation to have no memories of Pedro at all, but at least he doesn’t remember Pedro dying.

He is The Baby and if you mess with him, Pepa will zap you.

Félix takes one look at this 10 year old like, “Hm, guess I have a sibling now. I will be The Cool Brother.”

Agustín desperately wants to be The Cool Brother and falls flat on his face.

Bruno telling the kids not to worry about Julieta and Pepa nagging, because they’re “a pair of old ladies.” (Pepa zaps him)

Anon, thank you, I’m having so much fun 🙏

[miabrown007]

besties wake up, new fanfic titles (just dropped)

[elichorph]

OH SHIT???? did you see avery jeong buying princess bandaids at the local cvs after punching out somebody’s car window??? anyways, he’s a legacy and a member of the yale's elite, they're twenty-three and a 1st year grad student majoring in mechanical engineering. they are as strong willed as they are naive.

hello, i am back with my third character. yes this is my second character that has a 5 letter name that starts with an a. yes this intro is extremely long. if you read it i will send you a gif of your fav celeb to thank you.

stats:

full name: avery tobias jeong nicknames: ave age: twenty three birthday: march 8, 1998 ( yeah he’s technically 22 right now but he’ll be 23 soon enough ) chart: pisces sun, aries moon, cancer rising siblings: one ( lilia, younger sister ) gender: cis male pronouns: he / him sexuality: bisexual & biromantic height: 6′0 hair color: black tattoos: random tattoos on his arms, faded hand tattoos (specifically an angel on his left hand) piercings: right earlobe ring

blackmail:

( violence & drugs tw )

he had an unplanned child at nineteen with his ex-girlfriend who he now has little to no contact with. his ex dug up a public intoxication charge that avery’s family had paid to cover up in order to place a restraining order on him and deny him custody of the child.

he was involved in an underground fighting ring for multiple years as a means to make money after being cut off by his family. however, he always took fights too far and was banned from the ring in new haven after he nearly killed one of his opponents.

family:

if you’ve already read lilia’s intro then you can skip this because it’s the same thing!

ya’ll ever read one of those drug ring ao3 fanfics where y/n is dating the sexy drug cartel leader? well that’s their family!

generational family blood money because that’s how cartels work i think. started running + dealing three generations back with their great-grandparents in order for them to make a living. it wasn’t until the so-called business was handed down to their grandparents that they wanted to expand and generate more money. the big pharma cover was created in order for them to manufacture, distribute, and supply at a larger scale. present day, their family name has notoriety with other cartel and mafia families. 

basically avery was supposed to take over because he was the oldest right, but lilia did not want that at all. their parents started favoring avery and schmoozing up to him a little bit to get him to say yes (even though avery was fully prepared to give lilia the position) and lilia was like! what the fuck! so she told their parents about this one time that avery accidentally blabbed the family secret to a stranger at a party which broke their one rule of keeping it a secret. their parents wanted nothing to do with him anymore and completely cut avery off and kicked him out of the family. 

everyone knows that avery and lilia are siblings, even though they don’t really know the actual details about their past together because avery doesn’t say anything about his family and the cartel is a secret. now that they are both at yale and in the elites together they are just kinda like haha awkward <3 they basically would just tell everyone that they grew apart if other characters tried to pry but also lilia is now telling people that avery fucked up a business decision which is why he left the family and avery is like alright but good luck trying to get other info out of them! xo, the jeongs

present:

after being kicked out of his family, avery booked it to new haven to attend yale. he was able to score a full ride after graduating as the valedictorian of a specialized school for science in nyc and for continuously staying near if not at the top of his class. literally this man is a casual genius. he will get drunk as hell and talk about math for the entire night even if you don’t care. avery joined the elites in his junior year and even though he technically is a legacy from his family, he told them that if he was going to join, he wanted to be recruited for his academics because fuck if he was going to use his family name!

to expand a little more on blackmails, avery was broke as shit after coming to new haven. he still is, but he literally had so little money to his name and eventually found an underground fighting ring and made money by winning matches through that because he is Beefy and a Unit and his anger issues could be released <3 but he would always go a little too hard and would near murk his opponents, especially this one time that caused him to be banned from the ring. now for money he just fixes up people’s air conditioners and fridges and shit and also works maintenance at a hotel chain around connecticut to get money when he really needs it <3 literally if you need something fixed hit him up and he’ll be happy to do it but he would also love if you made him dinner to thank him because he has eaten too much kraft mac n cheese.

when avery was a sophomore, his girlfriend of a few months accidentally got pregnant whoops <3 and he was ready to literally drop everything for his girlfriend and daughter, but his girlfriend didn’t want that because she was lowkey a bitch! she ended up using a secret that avery had told her (that he had a public intoxication charge that his family had covered up) and took him to court and got his custody rights taken away and a restraining order placed on him and then dropped out of yale before anybody could know about the baby and zoomed to another state and now avery is like ok <3 his daughter’s name is skye though and she is four now and sometimes he still gets updates but literally it eats him alive hahaha

personality:

basically paddington going through an emo phase. he has extreme rbf and might be a solid unit who looks intimidating, but he genuinely is so sweet. by his looks you’d expect him to push you down the stairs but in reality he’s the kid who is 20 minutes late to class to hold the door open for people and he’ll feel good about it even if nobody says thank you to him. 

certified sad boy! the extremely nice guy you meet at a house party who remembers what drink you like from some time you apparently met three months ago? avery loves house parties for real and will be the angel who cleans up at 5am even if he’s got an exam at 8. he loves to take care of people to fill his fatherly void even though he’s the one that needs help the most. 

accepts the fact that he’s now #poor now, but he also gets kind of insecure and jealous seeing everybody pop off with a britney work bitch vc bugatti. tries to keep up with people looks wise at least, he has one old balenciaga cross body bag that has holes in it, way too many ripped pairs of designer jeans, and a scratched gucci belt that you will see him sporting often. might want to bash your face in if you flaunt your wealth and gets kind of whiny about it sometimes.

avery is the type of person that loves the outdoors and going on picnics. his romantic dream is to lay under a tree with the soft summer breeze and play some guitar for the love of his life <3 yes he has a guitar and yes he is actually good at singing even though he gets embarrassed about it. he fucking loves music.

still has that aries moon though, is extremely defensive and my one character who will actually fight in the group chat because what the fuck does he have to lose at this point! avery has extreme anger issues that hurt him more than anything. even though he’s banned from the underground fighting ring, he still needs an outlet and will have his hands shoved in his pockets because they’re either bruised to shit or discolored from how many times they have been bruised. can be found walking home after taking the late bus so he could go scream in a field somewhere.

this man? also naive as fuck. has been hurt by too many people and really just sets him up at this point. an open book most of the time, so much that it hurts him. will tell you everything about himself like the way he can’t sleep in silence and has to have ocean noises playing, but he can’t listen to whale noises because sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and thinks it’s a ghost. however, his family stuff is off limits and he will spit in your face if you even think about asking him about it. 

won’t hold grudges. the type to see a person for who they are as a whole and if they mess up, he’s just like “you’re better than that /: but it’s fine.” probably why he gets hurt so much

wanted connections

a roommate maybe? i pictured him living in an apartment because he probably wouldn’t be able afford live anywhere else. could be besties, could be someone he barely knows but he just needed someone to move in to split the rent.

the one person who he’ll let take care of him. it probably would take a lot to break through his walls, but this person can calm him down after he gets riled up.

since his ex went to yale, maybe one person who knew her and had somewhat of an idea of what happened. they don’t know everything but maybe from what they heard from his ex, they believe everything was avery’s fault and that he fucked her over entirely.

gut wrenching hate plots of where they really love each other but things just can’t work out for one way or another.

gentle romance <3 slow burn. someone who won’t hurt him PLEASE.

aaaaand someone who takes advantage of how naive he is

and friends. so many friends. he is just so friendly and he isn’t the type to hold shit over people’s heads. 

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[kamikoii]

2. 退屈な日々

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[Name] and Kashikoi looked at the uniform set that laid across the bed. Pale lilac shirt with a crimson red bow, cream sweater vest, and light brown skirt with dark details. [Name] got to her room and opened her closet, the set of uniform she didn't noticed earlier, the same set as the one found in Kashikoi's room.

[Name]'s widened when she recalled where she saw this previously, "Koi-cchi, we're in Aoba Johsai!"

"Aoba Johsai? Oh, the one nicknamed Seijoh? That's good, isn't it? You said you liked Seijoh?", Kashikoi smiled but saw the shocked look instead of joy that she expected.

"[Name]-chan? What-"

"Promise me one thing!", Her eyes widened in slight fear and confusion as to why her usually calm roomie-slash-bestie was acting odd, [Name] was currently gripping her shoulders while looking at her with a serious and determined face.

"Promise me you won't become one of them. One of...", She paused to visibly shudder, the act only added to Kashikoi's confusion, "Oikawa's fangirls, They are crazy, I don't want you to be crazy!"

Kashikoi gently removed [Name]'s hand and nodded, "Yeah, I won't".

' I told her to stop reading so many fanfics at three in the morning', sweat dropped through the azure eyed female as she wiped it with the back of her hand.

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( thirty minutes until homeroom )

"[Name]-chan, you do know the way around...right?"

[Name] fumbled around with the map and a worried expression formed on Kashikoi's face. "Uh, I think this green symbol stands for a tree...?", Kashikoi stated and looked around for a big tree. But...there were many trees.

"That's not helping, I think we should ask someon-"

"Ohaiyo, Kashima-chan, Kamitani-chan!", The confused female duo looked up from the map to spot a brown haired petite girl waving her hand. Both the girls returned her greeting. [Name] squinted her eyes, she looked somewhat familiar. The girl looked like Akari Tachibana, their classmate in the real world. She turned her head to see if Kashikoi recognized her or not, she did and her head was also turned.

Both of them sighed, at least they weren't the only one to be teleported here. Akari was smaller than the two, standing at the height of 157 centimeters, the brunette ran to the now relieved duo, "Kashima-chan, did you not recognize me?", She tilted her head in question. [Name] shook her head and asked if she felt anything different since yesterday morning.

Akari made a small noise of confusion and answered, "Ano, I do feel nauseous but it's because of the bad oysters! Other than that, no...", She shook her head to symbolize her answer.

"Oh..."

Akari was just about to turn around and continue her way until two different/similar tone hands stopped her by grabbing her shoulder, she turned around to face the sheepish expression of her two classmates.

"About class, Tachibana-chan... Do you mind showing us the way?"

"Sure..."

Everything in the class was normal excluding the fact that no one remembers waking up to a new universe, [Name] asked a couple more classmates about the change, hell even there sensei was different but not that anyone noticed.

Lunch break came by, [Name] noticed that the school's inside structure didn't changed at all, the cafeteria was at the same place, left from her class, downstairs and then right, the cafeteria's size sure magnified as it was way larger.

One thing that worried you was that your skirt was a tad bit shorter, at first you declined to wear it and even asked Kashikoi if you could use hers but well, she refused to wear the shorter one (and to your surprise and dismay you didn't found any leggings with the uniform), Hers reached to her knees, while yours ended at your mid thigh. Earlier, you didn't had any problem with that but as the day passed by you noticed the stares from some males.

Well, you were on the track field in middle school for some time, so staring was definitely expected...

You somehow managed to keep it at a decent position by continuously tugging at it.

' mental note to myself : buy a longer skirt or something to cover them '

School ended with the last ring of the bell, students swarmed at the building and exits, some were tired out, going straight to their home while some had after school practices.

You and Kashikoi decided to walk around the campus for some time just so you two can get a little more familiar with the parts that changed.

"[Name]-chan, what if a volleyball again comes straight at us?", The black-haired girl accompanying you joked with a small uplift of her lips.

"Please don't jinx us, Koi-cchi", you didn't had a problem with the volleyball but just hope that the club captain doesn't come himself to retrieve the ball.

Kashikoi raised a brow in question at your odd expression, but you shrugged her off saying, "the day was just a lil' tiresome".

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[sweetpeasvixen-blog]

Banana Pancakes

Sweet pea x reader

Warnings: none, fluff.

Wc- 716

Based off the song Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson

Lyrics are italicized.

Can't you see that it's just rainin'

Ain't no need to go outside

Sweet Pea was sound asleep when you pried yourself out of his grasp. You  had to begin your shift at Pop’s in about an hour and you had to start getting ready. The rain hit the windows of the trailer, creating a peaceful melody that tempted you to get back into bed, and back into your loving boyfriend’s warm and inviting arms. While lost in the thought of that, you dropped your phone, causing an exhausted groan to escape her boyfriend’s lips.

“y/nnnnnnn” he whined

“Sorry babe, my shift starts soon.”

“No.” he said simply

“ Sweets,” you used a warning tone.

“Fine,” he said gruffly, tearing the covers off his half-naked body, and whipping his legs around and off the bed. “ You don’t have to get up.” “Too late. I’m awake now.” he said as he walked up behind you and resting his hands on your hips, rubbing lazy circles with his palms. Your eyes fluttered shut and you rested your head against his strong chest. After about a minute of this, you began to wonder if it would be worth it leaving the warmth of Sweet Pea and the trailer to brave the torrential weather and go to work for hours.

But baby

You hardly even notice

When I try to show you this

Song is meant to keep you

Doin' what you're supposed to

Wakin' up too early

Maybe we could sleep in

“You work yourself too hard, princess. Take the day off. Call in sick. Stay here, with me and we could just sleep in. I could make you breakfast...Banana pancakes? I know they’re your favoriteeeee.” He drew out that last part and said it with a smirk, knowing full well he was winning this battle.

Make you banana pancakes

Pretend like it’s the weekend now

We could pretend it all the time

Can't you see that it's just rainin'

There ain't no need to go outside

“Baby it’s raining badly, and as much as I am joking around, it’s not safe for you out there, especially with your piece of crap car.”

“Hey!” you said offended. Just as you were about to burn him back, your phone began to ring. The screen displayed a picture of you alongside your red-headed bestie; Cheryl Blossom. You picked it up.

Her voice chipper as usual, she began to speak.“Hey girl, this rain is insane. I figured you would be with Sweet Pea on this ominous morning, and decided to be the greatest best friend in all of the land and cover your shift. You owe me though.”

“Thank you Cherry, I really appreciate it.”

But the telephone's singing ringing

It's too early don't pick it up

We don't need to

We got everything we need right here

And everything we need is enough

Just so easy when the whole world fits inside of your arms

Do we really need to pay attention to the alarm

Wake up slow

Mmm wake up slow

“Who’s on the phone with you this early?” Sweet Pea interrupted

“No one, anymore. It was Cheryl. Good news: she’s covering my shift… I can stay.”

His face lit up like a christmas tree. He picked you up bridal style and peppered kisses all over your face as the sound of your giggles filled up the trailer. He plopped you on the couch and walked into the kitchen

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“Making my baby some banana pancakes, as promised.” he said with a smile only you ever got to see. You giggled, and watched, as the love of your life made you breakfast, as the pitter-patter of rain was faintly heard in the background.

But baby

You hardly even notice

When I try to show you this

Song is meant to keep you

From doin' what your supposed to

Wakin' up too early

Maybe we could sleep in

Make you banana pancakes

Pretend like it's the weekend now

We could pretend it all the time

Can't you see that it's just rainin'

There ain't no need to go outside

Ain't no need, ain't no need

Rain all day and I really really really don't mind

Can't you see? Can't you see?

We gotta wake up slow.

* Hello this is my fist post and first ever fanfic, and it’s garbage. please send in requests, and constructive criticism is always appreciated, but be gentle.*

[angel-gidget]

The Hop, the Skip, & the Endless Jump: My Tony Stark/Amnesia: Memories AU

I suppose we all have that one story for a fandom that's just sitting in our brains, marinating with little hope of coming to fruition bc it's just too complicated to quite get fully written out in actuality.

Mine is an MCU/Amnesia: Memories crossover au thing. Basically, Tony Stark wakes up with partial amnesia one day, and every interaction he has with every single person feels off. But being Tony, he adjusts and starts to kinda get into the swing of things over the course of the next 24 hours. Team? Avengers. Fiancé? Pepper. Bestie? Rhodey. Protege? Peter. Pain in the ass? Ross and/or Rogers depending on the day.

But then he wakes up on the same day in what is clearly a different universe.

No fiancé. Best friend? Rogers?! Protege? Riri. Pain in the ass? Some dude named Von Doom of all things. He figures out that he's in a different universe, but how he body-hopped into it and why is something he doesn't even get a chance to look into before he wakes up. Again.

Same day, different universe. Team? Avengers... Academy. Fiancé? None. Because apparently he's younger here? Best Friend? Janet Van Dyne and sometimes Loki. Protege? None. Because apparently, he can barely grow facial hair here. But he finds himself bestowing unwanted advice on Peter Parker anyway. Pain in the ass? Nick Fury. So he studies the local time-fog and only learns how utterly non-sensical the explanations for his situation could even be.

So he's kind of relieved when he wakes up again. But that relief dies with the next Q&A. Team? None. Fiancé? None. Bestie? Happy Hogan... but dead. Protege? Some Hulk-like kid who's clearly being emotionally abused. Maybe by Tony himself?  Pain in the ass? Definitely the man in the mirror because apparently Tony is a BAD GUY in this dimension. So Tony decides to wreck as much as possible for himself in the next 24 hours because, hey, might as well TRY to leave this world a better place, right?

When he wakes up again, the first thing Tony wants to know is if he's even a good person. But then the questions multiply because he realizes he's woken up on a space ship. Team? Guardians of the Galaxy. Fiancé? His teammates keep referencing a crazy alien protoplasmic being that is ruler of a distant planet, but Tony can't tell if they're joking or not. Bestie? Rocket or Peter Quill depending on the day. Protege? Peter Parker. Who is Iron-Spider in this 'verse apparently, and oh God, that is adorable. And apparently Peter is also his recently adopted son? What? Pain in the ass? Thanos. But also the Avengers, his former team in this dimension. (This entire universe is basically a slightly fluffier version of Influential Pineapple's AU, How to Repair a Broken Heart.)

.... so basically, the Amnesia: Memories premise just provides a framework for related dimension-hopping vignettes in which I could play with Tony's interactions with others, while still giving myself leeway for not being super-familiar with the comic-verse or writing Marvel fanfic in general. Also, maybe an opportunity to ask permission to play in the sandboxes of some of my favorite fanfic authors.

But unlike the Amnesia: Memories video game, Tony's dimension-hopping might actually have a lot of possible explanations. Did Tony get lost in a time-fog in his original universe? Did he get cursed by a magic user? Maybe this is the result of messing with infinity stones? Hard to say. He'd probably run a few of these theories in-story as well.

I guess notes have implied so far that Tony only spends 24 hours in each reality, but I think I'd also prefer to mimic A:M in the sense that his stays are not that consistent. He might spend anywhere from a day to a week in each reality. He's got no control over it. Until he realizes that if he dies, he'll wake up somewhere else. Thus Tony realizes he technically has the ability to shorten his stay. If he's desperate. Joy.

So the whole thing is an angstfest, basically. If he's in a nice comfy dimension, it's torture bc he knows he can't stay. Then the awful realities are just awful. And it only gets more and MORE tempting to apply things he learns about people into other dimensions.

Some of the WORST things:

Waking up in an addicted body. MCU Tony had a... less dramatic recovery from alcoholism than other versions of himself. Waking up homeless, curled up in a snow-covered dumpster, with every cell in his body screaming for vodka was an experience Tony could have 100% done without.

Going from 60 to 0 with Peter. Tony can adjust fairly quickly if he lands in a dimension where he's closer to Peter than he remembers. Hug more. Speak a little softer. It's nice, really. Maybe kinda addictive. Which would explain why following that up with a reality where Peter treats him like a total stranger makes him feel absolutely sick inside.

The revolving door of Romance. Tony is sure that in his original dimension he was with Pepper. At least, he's mostly sure. To be fair, the dimensions in which Pepper is his ex also have a feeling of... normalcy. Not good--not good at all--but not odd either. And of course, there are the worlds where he wakes up with someone else. Those can be tempting. Especially if the last few realities have involved waking up alone. Things sometimes go... badly if Tony explains the dimension hopping too quickly. He needs to know if he can trust people first. That often involves... playing along. Which may involve being a playboy again. He's too old for this. He's not the same age in every reality, but he knows he's too old for this. It sucks.

Steve. The pure whiplash of knowing the best and worst of the man, and having too much of all his lives affected by it. And then having to interact with whatever THIS Steve’s normal is. Good or bad, it never feels fair.

The damn dystopias. Some entire worlds are just that bad. Zombie plague. Dictator Von Doom. The Snap. Even one occasion where there was only a belt of iced-over rocks where the Earth should have been.

His own reaction to the damn dystopias. After the pile-of-rocks incident, Tony's first words when he woke up in the next dimension were "Screw this." He never found out if he was romantically involved with anyone, but he noticed Pepper left some calls. He told his AI--a new one, he didn't know this one. That was fine.--to book him a flight to the nearest tropical beach with minimal crowds. And to invite Peter Parker.

To his relief, a very confused eighteen-year-old Peter did show up in front of his private jet. This one didn't know him very well, but was his honest-to-God intern through SI. So of course he was up for whatever his boss's bosses' great-grand-boss wanted. So Tony lied and told Peter he'd picked his name at random, and that as an eccentric billionaire, Tony Stark invited random Interns on a flight of fun all the time.

He then proceeded to underhandedly use every little preference and detail he had learned about Peter over the span of realities to set him at ease as he proceeded to be a horrible influence and drag them both away from all responsibility. The Avengers tried to call him twelve times. Seven from Nick Fury. Eight from a Carol Danvers, whoever the hell that was.

Tony spent the week laying on a beach, playing video games, imbibing sugar, and listening to Peter call and make excuses to his aunt while joining him in all the above. It was funny until Peter dropped his phone into Tony's lap. Then May Parker reminded Tony that responsibility was a thing.

And okay, she didn't know. She didn't know that Tony was half-insane from witnessing the erasure of the earth. But she knew that her nephew was missing his classes and had been whisked overseas without a passport. And she knew that maybe Tony didn't care about what the consequences of that would be for Peter, but he should. He should.  

He looked up saw that Peter's eyes were wide as saucers and Tony realized his own cheeks were wet. So he told May he was sorry, and then told his AI to wire thirty-six thousand dollars into the Parker's joint bank account. (It was a strange tiny number, but it was the most money any May Parker had ever accepted from him in any dimension, and Tony remembered that.) It was just in case. In case Tony wasn't there the next day. In case they needed anything. Like a lawyer. Or a fund in case Peter lost his scholarship.

After a week of this? He probably had. And it would be all Tony's fault. Because he'd lost it and gone on a BENDER. And wasn't that a realization? He didn't need alcohol or sex to go on an irresponsible bender and drag his a kid into it with him.

Tony woke up in a new reality the next day, resolved to do better. He called May Parker first thing, and thanked her. This May Parker had never spoken to a Tony Stark, and assumed it was a prank call. That was fine. There were space aliens attacking, and Tony had a suit.

Team? Avengers. Fiancé? To be figured. Bestie? Thor? Thor. Okay. Protege? Harley Keener. Pain in the ass? The Chitauri today. Oh, goody. He already knew exactly what to do.

Time to be Iron Man again.

[onesingulartheaterkid]

wake up besties, new fanfic just dropped

[whoevrwhatevr]

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

[pinetreesandtea]

Some random fic ideas ig

Part 1

Avengers

Oc with a simple power. Something that is not powerful. (Talking to animals, talking to trees, breathing underwater, plant/nature manipulation) They just vibe, going through everyday life and for some odd reason, the Avengers have an EXTREMELY hard time getting in touch with them. They are not trying to recruit the OC. It’s either they caught Tony Stark’s attention, Avengers making sure if they have control over their powers or are doing a checkup/favour for Fury.

Oc has a semi important power. Perhaps A power that can restore destroyed buildings. Maybe plant powers and they can also restore buildings, but the catch is that plants cover the entire building. They don’t care or want to be a hero. They’re just doing people favours by fixing their homes.

Oc is a regular NORMAL civilian. They vibe, have a regular job, a normal and happy past, and no super powers. They get taken into a hostage situation and;

An average day in New-York : They don’t really freak out, and promptly weirds out whichever superhero that saves them. The OC is in god damn New-York, one of the most crackhead chaotically magical places in the US. (Although, Florida still remains to be Number 1) They’ve seen weirder things and is just tired af.

Got no time for this bs : OC takes it in their own hands. In their opinion, the superhero is taking far too long to save them. They promptly jump the robber, the other customers joining in because of this dumbass, they’re all late for work

Done with life : Whilst being held at gunpoint and the superhero has to stand down, OC starts quoting vines, memes, asks for their search history for fanfics to be wiped and asks for strippers to be hired for their funeral. Cuz, Y’know, OC is absolutely done with life and might as well go out with a bang. They promptly get saved.

Criminal Friends : OC becomes besties with the robber. They promptly drop everything (essentially their new friend decided to not rob the store anymore) and books it. OC wants to help out the robber. Turns out, their new friend was blackmailed into working for a high criminal faction, and can’t quit without getting killed. OC wakes up and chooses violence. Specifically Arson :) . Sets fire to the criminal base and goes into hiding with the Robber in Canada or something. Avengers have to track them down to find out what exactly happened, as it coincidentally happens that the criminal base was holding some stolen Stark tech or illegal alien weapons.

I guess the previous ideas could also go for DC. Instead of in New-York, it’s Gotham.

[olivialourdefanfic]

Supernatural FanFic, Installment 5

(Lucifer is back in his cage with Sam and Michael. Sophia and Dean are alone in her house, for the first time in a long time. They had fallen asleep in bed, holding each other, still bloody and bruised. Dean is up now, and his bag is packed. Sophia wakes and looks up at him silently.)

Dean: Sophia, I need to go.

Sophia: You need some time alone?

(Dean is quiet for a long moment, considering his response. He is conflicted, devastated, but his mind is made up.)

Dean: No. I need to never set foot in this house again. It’s over, Sophia. All of it. I’m done. I’m done hunting, I’m done being on the run all the time, I’m done loving somebody I can’t love.

(Sophia’s face is one of defeat, but also of acceptance. She is not trying to fight him at all.)

Sophia(quietly): Dean.

Dean: Please, don’t, Sophia. I need to lead a normal life. I’m going. Lisa wants to be with me, and we can have more kids together. One day, all this will be a forgotten nightmare.

Sophia: We can do all those things together, Dean.

Dean: We can’t. You can’t have kids. With you, the hunt is never going to be over, Sophia. It’s what you’re here for. I never want to deal with anything supernatural again.

Sophia: I guess that includes me, huh?

Dean: I don’t even want to read ghost stories anymore. This life took everything from me- my mother, my father, my brother, my chance at a normal life. Now I have to go get myself a normal life. One that doesn’t include a damn supernatural thing in it. Understand me?

(Without waiting for her to say anything, he leaves the house. The silence in the house following his exit is positively deafening. Sophia is completely still, letting the tears pour from her eyes. A sob escapes her mouth, and then the silence is broken with the sounds of her hysterically crying. Invisible to her, Castiel is watching from a corner of the room, his eyes filled with tears as he watches her complete devastation.)

Castiel: I love you, Sophia.

 (Days have passed, and Sophia is still emotionally wrecked, still in bed. Castiel comes to her, sitting beside her and putting an arm over her.)

Castiel: Is there anything I can do?

Sophia: I should be happy. I’m free. My work with the Winchesters is done, isn’t it? Why does it feel like a death sentence?

(Castiel looks tortured as he strokes her hair, wiping her tears.)

Castiel: I wish I knew what to say to ease your pain. The last thing I have ever wanted is to see you hurting. I have never stopped loving you, Sophia. I tried to fight it when I was being punished. I tried to destroy my love for you from the inside out, and I can’t. I love you, always. I can’t take back what’s been done, what I’ve done to you. But I can try to make it up to you. Let me make it up to you, darling.

Sophia: I can’t, Castiel. I can’t have this conversation right now.

Castiel: I understand. You need time.

(Castiel disappears, she is alone again. She sits up in the dark, feeling the stillness of her house. She begins packing things into boxes. She goes downstairs, and it is discovered that her entire house is packed into boxes and covered in plastic sheets. Her room is the last room to pack.)

Sophia(whispering to herself): Here’s to a new beginning. Miss you, Sammy.

(Outside, a figure looks at her through the window from the sidewalk. It is revealed to be Sam, back from Lucifer’s Cage.)

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 (Sophia has moved into a new house out of state. She walks into the house, which is completely moved into and furnished, with a beautiful border collie/German Shepherd mix, her new dog. She lets him off the leash and he trots around her, playful and happy.)

Sophia: Who’s a good boy? Who’s my good puppy?! Puppy Denis!!!

(Denis’ ears prick up, hearing something behind him. Castiel is there. Sophia looks up at him and smiles. At Sophia’s reaction, Denis lays down, watchful but relaxed.)

Castiel: You’ve moved.

Sophia: I finally got out of bed.

Castiel: And got into a whole new house in whole new state in a whole different part of the country. It was hard to find you. You warded the whole house against everything.

Sophia: And I got a puppy.

Castiel: What’s his name?

Sophia: Denis.

Castiel: Follower of the Greek god of wine. Odd choice, but I like it. Is he… friendly?

Sophia: As long as I am.

(Castiel offers a hand, and Denis comes to him to accept pets and attention. Within moments, they are besties for the resties. Castiel even smiles at him. Denis licks his hand, yipping at him happily. Sophia smiles, letting her eyes run over Castiel’s body.)

Castiel: Does he like me?

Sophia: Almost as much as I do.

Castiel: I didn’t know you still did.

Sophia: Very much so, Castiel. I never stopped.

Castiel: You told me you couldn’t-

Sophia: That was then. This is now.

(She closes the space between them, kissing him passionately. He kisses her back, pulling her close, pressing his body against hers. He pushes her up against the wall, pressing up against her. She nearly rips his trench coat off, throwing it to the floor. She puts a hand to his cheek, he pulls her leather jacket off. It hits the floor, and he picks her up, wrapping her legs around his waist.)

Sophia: Where’d you learn that?

Castiel: I may have watched a porn…

Sophia: You’re just breaking all the rules now.

(They start kissing again, and he feels her up for the first time, really feels her up, and enjoys it. They look down simultaneously, and he is hard. Sophia smiles at him. He lets her down, unbuckling her belt and yanking her pants down, falling to his knees in the process. He looks up at her, and she runs a hand through his hair. He kisses her hip bones, allowing his lips to brush across her flesh. She smiles at him.)

Castiel: Sophia-

(Sophia looks deep into his eyes. He stands up, running his hands up her body as he comes to eye level with her. Castiel feels electrified, and Sophia growls in his ear.)

Sophia: Don’t stop.

Castiel: I won’t.

(He slides her shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor. She yanks him to her by his loose tie, and their lips collide clumsily. She rips his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere, one or two hitting Denis in the nose. Castiel entwines one of his hands with hers, holding it up against the wall. The other hand is on her cheek, and their lips are locked again. They make love up against the wall, finally allowing themselves to be selfish and consummate their love. Both of them cry out, and the moment is passionate, intense, and beautiful. Sophia’s magic creates a beautiful moonlit beach scene around them. Castiel thinks he’s dreaming, but he’s not. He collapses against her, climaxing and exhausted.)

Sophia: I love you, Castiel. Stay with me.

Castiel: Always.

Sophia: Forever?

Castiel: Yes. I love you, Sophia.

Sophia: We’ll find a way to be together forever this time, I promise.

Castiel: I believe you.

(Castiel kisses her, still pressing her up against the wall.)

Castiel: I should tell you now.

Sophia: What?

Castiel: You were hurting. Your pain was deafening to me. I could feel it, and I could hear it. I heard your soul crying all the time. You had lost Dean, and you couldn’t bear the pain. I shielded myself from you, but our bond still works. I could hear you crying, even across the ocean, Sophia.

Sophia: What does that have to do with anything?

Castiel: I pulled Dean Winchester from Hell… for you. Because I love you, and your pain was so great. I would have done anything to stop your pain. So I volunteered to pull Dean from Hell, because of the depth of your pain.

Sophia: And now he’s gone anyway.

Castiel: He told me that I should tell you a long time ago. I told him I would when everything was over. It’s over now.

Sophia: Castiel… You went into Hell and dragged another man out of it because of me?

Castiel: Yes.

Sophia: Even though I loved him?

Castiel: I want your happiness, even if it’s not with me, and with the way our lives have gone, I wasn’t sure we could ever be together. So I did it. And I rebelled, because even though I’m an angel, I know my place is with you. I don’t want you to worry about me leaving ever again. I’ll be here. I’m yours.

Sophia: Castiel, I love you.

 (Sophia and Castiel are in bed together.)

Sophia: So, how does witch sex measure up to angel sex?

Castiel: I have no idea.

Sophia: Castiel. You’ve never-

Castiel: No.

Sophia: With anyone?

Castiel: In all the time I’ve existed, Sophia, there has only ever been you.

(Sophia smiles to herself.)

 (Castiel has a pile of books around him at Sophia’s kitchen table. His hair is messy, as if he has been at this for hours. She puts an energy drink in front of him, running a hand through his hair and kissing him. He pulls her into his lap gently, kissing her again. He caresses her hair, looking deep into her eyes.)

Castiel: I’m not any closer to finding it than when I started 3 months ago, Sophia. Your witch texts are hard to decipher. I know we agreed that I would do this myself as penance for my past actions, but I think I need your help.

Sophia: I know. The fact that you’ve kept at it this long showed me that you’re committed to making this happen.

Castiel: I am, passionately. I have always wanted this to happen, but as long as I only served Heaven, I knew it wouldn’t be possible.

Sophia: Rebelling’s fun, isn’t it?

Castiel: Yes. But terrifying. Does that stop?

Sophia: When you realize that you write your own book, yes.

Castiel: Speaking of rebelling, have you told your mother about us?

Sophia: Why would I do that?

Castiel: She might be able to help us.

Sophia: She wouldn’t. If she sees you, Cass, she’ll kill you. My mother can never find out about us. Not while you’re still an angel.

Castiel: She still hates me that much?

Sophia: My blood line’s law states that we can only marry and breed with our own people. I can’t breed, but the marriage law still applies. It’s stupid and constricting, but it ensures that we don’t mix with humans. As much as we protect them, we are not of them, and we can’t expose them to the danger we face as hunters.

Castiel: But I’m not human.

Sophia: You’ll have to become one.

Castiel: Then we are looking at the wrong book.

Sophia: I can’t make you a human if I don’t have the correct rituals to make you a witch, Cass. I’d be condemning you to live as a human until we found it, and you could be killed by our enemies in the time it takes to find the ritual. Find this ritual first, then we make you human. Once you’re one of us, my mother can’t lay a hand on you.

Castiel: She can’t?

Sophia: Regardless of how you became one of us, you would still be one of us. The punishment for murdering one of our own is to be made human and then left as bait for the things we hunt. My mother wouldn’t survive with just human strength. She’d never risk it.

Castiel: What will happen to you for making me into a witch?

Sophia: Nothing. That’s the beauty of it, Cass. If I change you from a human, they will find me in the right.

Castiel: Why?

Sophia: I will argue that I did it to save your life. You were in danger. I protected you. That you were an angel once, or the circumstances surrounding you being made into a witch, is of no consequence. My mother is a stickler for the rules.

 (Sophia is outside walking Denis. Denis is spooked by the woods, and he growls quietly.)

Sophia: It’s okay, boy. Go ahead. It’s just the wind.

(Denis walks in the other direction. Sam seemingly materializes from the darkness of the woods. Sophia is completely shocked. Her face goes ash white and her eyes pop open.)

Sam: Hi, Sophia. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.

Sophia: Are you one?!

Sam: Nope. I’m alive. 100%.

(Sophia is terrified. She touches his chest, poking him to make sure he is really there.)

Sophia: I don’t believe it. I cried over you. I mourned you, Sam. You were GONE. You can’t be real.

(Sam pours salt into a bottle of water. He swishes it, drinking it. Nothing happens. He splashes himself with holy water. Nothing happens. Sophia is still in shock. Denis sniffs Sam, and Sam offers his hand to him. Denis licks it, then wags his tail, as if to tell Sophia that Sam is okay.)

Sam: It’s really me, Sophia. I promise.

Sophia: What’s the last thing we said to each other?

Sam: We had sex. You were on top the first time, and you made a thunderstorm that gave way to a sunrise. It was beautiful, Sophia. I told you I loved you, and you said you loved me, too. You told me it was okay. You told me I’d succeed, and that this was goodbye.

Sophia: And yet here you are. How long have you been back?

Sam: Since about two days after I jumped in. I’ve been hunting and looking for you and Cass ever since. He hasn’t answered my calls yet. I don’t know how I came back, but others came back with me. My grandfather is alive now, Sophia. He hunts with family members I’ve never met on the Campbell side.

Sophia: And Dean?

Sam: You two haven’t spoken?

Sophia: No. Look, come inside. Have a beer.

(Denis follows both of them inside, where Castiel is sitting at the table, already drinking a beer. He looks startled at Sam’s presence, even though he is the one who pulled Sam out of the cage.)

Sam: Now I know why you haven’t been answering my calls.

Sophia: He’s real, Cass.

(Castiel stands, hugging Sam. He pulls back and puts an arm around Sophia. Sam realizes that they are together for real now.)

Sam: I’m glad I finally found you. I’ve been searching for months. You really disappeared off the map, Sophia. I had to go nearly door to door from Nashville to find you.

(Sophia motions to the living room.)

Sophia: Go sit down. Cass, why don’t you grab a few fresh beers?

(She kisses Castiel, and Sam’s suspicions are confirmed. Sophia and Sam sit down. Castiel refreshes his beer and pulls out the whole six pack.)

Sam: So you and Cas are together playing house, huh? What happened to you and Dean?

Sophia: Dean and I haven’t seen each other since you jumped in the pit, Sam. The morning after, he dumped me for good. He told me he wanted nothing to do with hunting, nothing to do with anything supernatural ever again, especially me. He left and moved in with Lisa.

Sam: Guess it cleared the way for you and Cass with me gone, too, huh?

Sophia: It was leaning that way even before you jumped in, Sam.

Sam: Then what was what happened between us, Sophia?

Sophia: Beautiful. That’s what it was.

Sam: So it meant nothing to you?

Sophia: No, it did! It meant the world to me, Sammy. I left the house in Nashville because after you were gone, every time I walked into my house, all I could remember was every horrible thing you did to me. I didn’t want to remember you that way, so I moved as far away as I could. I mourned the loss of you, Sammy. I really did. I was destroyed when we lost you. I had to move away just get out from under it.

Sam: Yeah, to Winchester, Massachusetts. I can feel that symbolism in my sleep. Look, you and Cass- I don’t think it’s a good idea.

Sophia: Too late. We’re already happening, Sam. And I love him. I love him so much. I didn’t think I could love him more than I already did.

Sam: Do you still care about me at all?!

Sophia: Of course, Sam! But you were gone. This is just really-

(Castiel enters with the entire six pack already opened. They grimace at his lack of understanding, but start drinking the beers anyway.)

Castiel: You asked for beers?

Sophia: Yes, honey. Usually we don’t open them all at once, though.

Castiel: Sorry.

Sophia: Don’t worry about it.

(Awkward pause as Sam watches the two of them, chugging his beer.)

Castiel: Have you seen Dean?

Sam: No. He’s got his normal life finally. I don’t want to disrupt it.

Sophia: Leave him out of everything as long as possible, Sam. You know how Dean gets.

Sam: I just can’t believe he really gave up on you guys. I never thought he would leave you.

(Castiel looks at Sophia with all the love in world. Sam is jealous.)

Castiel: His loss is my gain.

(Castiel kisses Sophia’s cheek. She smiles painfully.)

Sophia: Cass, before Sam jumped into the pit, he and I had sex.

(Castiel is silent for a moment as he processes. When it sinks in, he nearly chokes on his beer.)

Castiel: Why did you wait this long to tell me? Am I getting in the way of something?

Sam: No.

(Sophia looks surprised.)

Sophia: That wasn’t your tune a few minutes ago when Cass was in the other room.

Sam: I don’t want to screw up anything. I just want to have contact, Sophia. You guys are family. We all need family, okay? I’m not trying to be a home wrecker.

(There is a silence while Sophia considers everything, but it is Castiel who speaks up.)

Castiel: It’s late, and you look tired. You should stay the night. He should have the spare bedroom, Sophia.

Sophia: Of course.

(She looks wary of Castiel’s intentions, but rolls with it.)

 (Castiel is eavesdropping from the kitchen as Sam and Sophia argue in hushed tones, though Castiel still hears everything they say.)

Sophia: Did you really mean that, Sam?

Sam: I don’t want to interfere. I just think you and I have unfinished business.

Sophia: Look, I closed the door on you and I, Sam. I sent you off to Lucifer’s cage in one of the best ways possible.

Sam: That’s all it was to you?

Sophia: No. No, it wasn’t.

Sam: Here we go again.

Sophia: Where we go again?!

Sam: Remember the last time you wouldn’t talk about how you felt about me? How well did that go for all of us?!

Sophia: Last I checked, it resulted in that amazing send-off you got, so I’d say pretty well!

Sam: Just tell me you love him enough to go through literal Hell for him. Say it and I will back off forever.

Sophia: If you can back off from caring about someone the way you claim, then you never really loved me, Sam.

Sam: No. But I care more about your happiness than getting what I want.

Sophia: I would burn in Hell for eternity for him, Sam.

Sam: Say no more. It’s done. I will never say anything about you guys again. Okay?

Sophia: Thanks, Sam.

(Castiel doesn’t believe a word Sam has said. He goes upstairs to bed, waiting for Sophia, who comes up mere minutes later. This time, Sam is eavesdropping outside their door.)

Sophia: Do you believe him?

Castiel: No.

Sophia: Something is off about him. After I felt secure that it was really him, he should have hugged me. It was always the first thing Sammy would do, no matter what. It was almost like a password in a way. It was like we had our own secret language. But he’s not possessed, he passed every test.

Castiel: You’re sure something’s not right?

Sophia: I spent six years with him and his brother, Cass. I know when they have irregular bowel movements. I know when they’re sad. I know when they’re sexually frustrated. I KNOW Sam as well as I know you. Something’s not right.

Castiel: We’ll find out, okay? We’ll help him.

Sophia: On another note, did you find anything in those books I gave you?

Castiel: It makes no mention of any ritual, Sophia. I’m starting to wonder if I have to go look for it somewhere else.

Sophia: The only way would be to steal my mother’s books, and you can’t do that. They’re magically protected. If you take them, bad things happen to you until you return them.

Castiel: Does the spell extend to me sitting and reading them? Or do I have to physically take them?

Sophia: I don’t know. Why? What are you thinking?

(Castiel disappears. She sighs.)

Sophia: They always just disappear. I’m cursed, I swear. They’re either damaged, broken men with Daddy issues, hopped up on demon blood with Daddy issues, or angels with commitment issues. I can’t win. Only three men I’ve ever really loved.

(She turns out the light, climbing into bed. As she gets comfortable, Cass reappears, turning on the light again. He is covered in his own blood.)

Castiel: Apparently, it extended to just simply touching the books.

Sophia: Cass?!

(Sophia puts a hand over his heart, healing him within seconds. She pulls him close to her.)

Sophia: That was so stupid, Castiel. I would have gone! The magic wouldn’t have affected me.

Castiel: I’m sorry. I was just desperate. We NEED that ritual so we can move forward, Sophia.

Sophia: There was nothing, was there?

Castiel: I couldn’t find the Book of Shadows. It has to be in there.

Sophia: I can get it. I’ll go, okay? I’ll leave tonight.

Castiel: But you have to travel the same way humans do.

Sophia: It’ll be okay. It’s better if I go on my own. Just explain to Sam that I had to go to Europe unexpectedly. I’ll be back as soon as I can.

Castiel: Sophia… I’ll miss you.

Sophia: Oh, Cass…

(She kisses him, and he pins her down on the bed. He kisses her gently, and she pulls him into her by the shirt collar. He unzips his pants, and she stops him, standing up.)

Sophia: My mother will definitely smell that a mile away, Cass.

(Castiel looks her dead in the eyes, the lust and love in his eyes obvious.)

Castiel: So shower.

(She turns back towards him, grinning. She jumps on top of him, and they proceed to make passionate love before she hops in the shower. She dresses quickly, and leaves. Sam is in his room, trying to sleep. After a few moments, he rolls over and dials a number.)

Monica: Hello?

Sam: Monica? It’s Sam Winchester. Do you remember me?

Monica: Sam?! Sophia said you were gone. She was beside herself. She wept for weeks, Sam.

Sam: Well, I made it out and I’m not sure why. But that’s not why I called.

Monica: Is everything all right? How can I help? Is Sophia okay?

Sam: I’m worried about Sophia. Do you know anyone by the name of Castiel?

Monica: Of course I do. That lying sack of angel vomit. What about him?

Sam: He and Sophia are together. She’s on her way to you right now. She mentioned a Book of Shadows…

Monica: My book of spells. Thank you, Sam. I’ll take it from here.

Sam: I just didn’t want you blindsided. I don’t think she’s seeing clearly.

Monica: When it comes to Castiel, she never will.

(Monica hangs up, and Sam puts his phone down.)

 (Sophia enters her mother’s villa, her eyes glowing purple and looking a little less rough around the edges. She knows better than to come to her mother’s home ungroomed and messy. She is dressed almost like a prep school girl. Monica approaches behind her.)

Monica: Daughter.

(Sophia turns around slowly, knowing Monica is behind her and knowing Sam has already alerted her.)

Sophia: Mom. I see Sam already got through to you.

Monica: Were you ever going to tell me?

Sophia: That he was alive?

Monica: Yes.

Sophia: I only just found out right before I left.

Monica: And you traveled all the way here just to tell me?

Sophia: No. I need to see your BOS, Mom.

Monica: And why should I show it to you?

Sophia: I need to see the ritual you performed to make me immortal.

Monica: So you can change that scum sucking angel Castiel?

Sophia: Yes. I love him, Mom.

Monica: I’m sure you do, Sophia.

Sophia: So are you going to show me willingly, or do I need to start showing you the new tricks I’ve learned? Because either way, I am getting that ritual if I have to wreck the whole property to do it. I know you, Mom. I know you knew I was coming. I know Sam called you. And we both know I’ve exceeded you in terms of power and strength. So think about your choice.

Monica: You won’t hurt me, will you, Sophia?

Sophia: You know I want Castiel with me. If he’s an angel, we can’t stay together. If he defects to our side, it’s a win-win.

Monica: How?

Sophia: Back home is a war zone, Mom. Between angels and demons and everything else in between, we’ve forgotten whose side we’re on. Humanity is falling apart, Monica. If we can take Castiel, the angels lose a valuable player. It would be a step in the right direction to restore peace.

Monica: Did he tell you that?

Sophia: No. But he’s willing to do anything he can to be with me.

Monica: You believe him? He lied to you to convince you to join them.

Sophia: And now he’s dying to become one of us, Mom. You do the math on this one.

(Monica is quiet for a moment. Castiel appears next to Sophia. Monica looks impressed.)

Monica: Nice meat suit, Castiel.

Castiel: Ms. Blackwood. I know you hate me-

Monica: You have no idea what I think, Castiel.

Sophia: Monica.

Castiel: Don’t, Sophia. I don’t want to fight. I just want to be with your daughter forever. I can’t do it as an angel. I want to honor the laws of your people, but I can’t in this form.

Monica: Answer me one question.

Castiel: I will.

Monica: Who was responsible for the death of my husband?

(Castiel is silent. Sophia looks confused.)

Sophia: It was a demon, Mom. Remember? You killed him to put him out of his misery.

Monica: I hid the truth from you all these years, Sophia. I didn’t know how to explain it to you.

Sophia: What?

Monica: Tell her, Castiel. Tell her who really killed her father.

(Castiel is silent. His face is tortured, pained. Sophia takes him by the shoulders.)

Castiel: Please.

Sophia: Tell me, Castiel.

Monica: Tell her!

(Castiel starts to cry. Sophia begins to back away. He follows her.)

Castiel: No, Sophia. Please.

Sophia: Tell me it wasn’t you. You didn’t kill my father, did you?

Castiel: It wasn’t like that.

Sophia: I know it wasn’t. I know you, Cass.

Monica: You believe him?!

Sophia: Yes. You didn’t raise a fool, Monica.

(Sophia holds up a bottle of liquid. Monica sniffs it.)

Monica: Gardenia and cinnamon. Herbal truth serum.

Sophia: I’ve been dosing Cass with it every day since we got together. He can’t lie to me anymore, Monica. Please don’t be mad, Cass. I had to know you weren’t lying to me this time.

Monica: He’s responsible for your father’s death, Sophia.

Sophia: No. You are. You’re the one who killed him when you could have healed him. He wouldn’t have been at full strength, but he would have been alive. You’ve been carrying THAT guilt around forever, haven’t you? Just dying to pin it on anyone, aren’t you?

Monica: Castiel-

(Sophia takes him gently by the shoulders, forcing him to meet her eyes.)

Sophia: Tell me everything now, Cass.

Castiel: We thought your father was one of our fallen brothers. If he was, it meant we had to take him and you into our protection. You would be part angel, and a very rare being, indeed. The only of your kind. If he was one of us, you would have had a VERY different life, Sophia. We needed to be sure. We abducted him and interrogated him, but he wasn’t who we thought he was.

Sophia: You thought he was Anna.

Castiel: We did. We were about to let him go, but your people came for him. They mistook us for demons and killed a few of us.

(Sophia looks at her mother.)

Sophia: That’s how you know how to kill angels… And it’s why you taught me.

Monica: They could have come for you.

Castiel: We would never have hurt Sophia, Monica. I would never allow it. If she was one of us, she would have been protected, and so would you. When she was of age, she was free to join us if she chose. We wouldn’t attack her for anything.

Monica: She already had a destiny planned! You had no right to interfere!

Sophia: Oh, my God, shut up! Both of you! Arguing over me like you own me. I made my choice. I chose to become a hunter. I’m not a warrior, I’m just a killer like the rest of my line.

(Castiel looks visibly shaken that she said this. He reaches out for her, but she doesn’t move towards him. Monica watches, shocked at Castiel’s fervency.)

Castiel: Don’t say that. Please never say that. You’re not a killer, my love. You are so much more than that.

Sophia: No, Cass, I’m not. I kill things and I feel no remorse. I killed an innocent human once and I just kept going. It doesn’t haunt me. I heal things, but there’s nothing inside me anymore. I have no emotions. My heart is as cold as ice. I’m empty inside.

(Castiel goes to her, taking her gently by the hands. He looks deep into her eyes, searching them intensely.)

Castiel: Do you love me, Sophia? Do you feel love for me?

Sophia: Yes. I do. It’s the only thing I feel anymore.

(Castiel is passionate with her, holding her face, her hands, taking her by the shoulders. He looks deep in her eyes, trying to get through to her. As he speaks to her, he shakes her by the shoulders a little bit.)

Castiel: Listen to me. You’re not emotionless. You’re weary. Believe me, I know the difference. Because of you, I can feel things. I feel love for you. I feel fear. I feel rage. I feel sadness. We’ve become so close, Sophia. I feel your sadness. I feel everything you keep inside. I know how lost and alone you feel every day, and how you don’t think you’re worth anything- you are. Let me show you. Let me help you. Let me heal you. We can fix that together. Please. Don’t say you’re just a killer. You’re only battle weary. You’ve lost so much, it’s only natural. Sophia. Please.

(Sophia’s tears are flowing. Castiel is holding her cheeks, wiping her tears away, completely ignoring his own. It’s obvious to any idiot how in love and devoted to her he is. Monica is shocked. She leaves the room. Seconds later, she hands Sophia her BOS.)

Monica: You have to make him a human first, Sophia. He can’t be an angel when you make him one of us. It won’t work, and it’ll kill him.

(Sophia looks at her mother.)

Sophia: I didn’t think you’d care.

Monica: Anyone who cares about you as much as I just saw deserves a heads up as to what can kill him.

(Castiel looks at her with respect and gratitude.)

Castiel: Thank you, Monica.

Monica: Be careful. Make sure you do it right. One little slip and both of you could be dead.

Sophia: I will.

(As they are about to leave.)

Monica: And tell Sam to try harder next time. It’s obvious he did this to try and tear the two of you apart. He should know by history alone that nothing will split you two up.

Castiel: If you know that, everyone else will fall in line. Sophia thought you would kill me.

Monica: I can’t now. You showed real, true love for her. I couldn’t take that away from Sophia, especially not after Dean hurt her. If Dean treated you with even a smidgen of what Castiel does, Sophia, I would have let you marry him in a heartbeat. Screw the law.

Sophia: You would have turned your back on the law?

Monica: Dean is a human who can take care of himself. That law was put in place to protect a human who didn’t know better, who had no training or lines of defense, the ones who needed us. You don’t even need to change Castiel, except that in time, Heaven may cut off his power, and he’ll need it to keep going. Did I ever explain our bonding ritual to you?

Sophia: No. We never thought I would consider any kind of long term commitment.

Monica: All it is, is a promise. A choice, that when the choice is yours, you will always choose each other. There’s a ritual, and it binds you two together for eternity. It’s powerful. Sophia, you’re stronger than me. It’s up to the two of you to decide what you want to do, but you won’t have any of our interference. One day, you will take my place as our leader, and you should start thinking about how you want to be remembered among us. Castiel can be a very good ally for us. It may benefit to turn him one day. Anyway, you have my BOS, Sophia. I trust you’ll use it well.

(Without another word, Monica hugs Sophia, and heads upstairs. Castiel smiles at Sophia. He touches her head, and they are home in America. They hug.)

Sophia: I can’t believe how that went. My mother didn’t even want to fight you.

Castiel: You proved to her that you saw things clearly, that your love for me wasn’t clouding your judgment. Have you really been dosing me with truth serum?

(Sophia nods.)

Sophia: I didn’t want to. But it was the only way I knew to make sure I could trust you again. I’m sorry, Cass. I won’t do it anymore.

(He pulls her close, kissing her forehead.)

Castiel: I understand, and I don’t blame you. I would do the same if I had been in your shoes. I’ve hurt you before. Listen. I was serious about what I said. I want to heal your broken heart. You don’t have to walk around with this pain. Let me help you.

Sophia: I don’t know that it can be helped. I’m sorry, Cass, but there’s so much that’s broken me. I just don’t know if any of it can be healed or repaired.

Castiel: Do you trust me, Sophia?

Sophia: Yes.

Castiel: Enough to let me touch your soul?

Sophia: I don’t know, Cass.

Castiel: If I can touch it, I can see what kind of damage is done, Sophia. I’ll be quick.

(Sophia sits down, and Castiel rolls up his sleeve. His arm goes into her chest, and it goes as usual, but Sophia feels nothing. They look at each other, confused. He searches her soul and retracts his hand.)

Sophia: Why didn’t it hurt, Cass? What did you see?

Castiel: You felt no pain? Nothing at all?

Sophia: Nothing. Tickled a bit, actually.

Castiel: Well, your soul is shattered. It’s in pieces within you. It could be why you feel no pain, Sophia. The pieces are too small to feel anything.

(Sophia is silent, processing this. Castiel pulls her into his arms. Sam enters the room.)

Sam: You guys are back.

Sophia: Now is a bad time, Sam.

(Sam throws up his arms, exiting the room. Castiel holds her close.)

Castiel: I can repair it, Sophia. It will take time. You’ll have to be patient. But there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I promise. I will heal you, as you’ve healed me.

Sophia: You think you can?

Castiel: I know I can. Let me start.

(He puts a hand on her chest, feeling her beating heart. She smiles at him, and he kisses her. A pulsing light echoes out of her and he helps her sit down. He removes his hand, and she smiles again.)

Sophia: That did something. I feel a little better.

Castiel: We just take a few pieces at a time and put them back together.

Sophia: I need to show you something, Cass.

(She leads him upstairs to their bedroom. She takes off her shirt, and waves her hand over her arms and chest. A spell is lifted, and the scars she has been inflicting on herself are revealed. They cover her chest, inner arms, and even her shoulders. Castiel is shocked.)

Castiel: Sophia… You did all of these to yourself?!

Sophia: It’s the only way I know I’m still alive, Cass. The only time I feel alive is when I’m hurting and when I’m with you. The rest of the time, I’m dead inside. I feel nothing.

(Castiel runs his hands gently over her scars. He runs his hands up to her cheeks, kissing her mouth gently.)

Castiel: We’re going to get you better, Sophia. I am so sorry. I’m sorry you’re hurting. I’m going to help you.

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 (Dean bangs on Sophia’s front door. Sam is next to him. Sophia opens it, and her eyes widen considerably.)

Sophia: What the hell, Sam?! I told you not to bring Dean into anything!

Sam: He wanted to help. He was poisoned. It was that Djinn I was tracking.

Dean: Good to see you, too, Sophia.

(Sophia slaps him with her mind. He smarts a little bit.)

Sophia: Shut up, Dean.

Dean: You gonna let us in?

(She moves aside to allow both boys in begrudgingly. They head to the living room, and she heads upstairs. Cass looks up at her from his desk.)

Sophia: Dean is here. Sam found him and told him everything.

(Cass stands.)

Castiel: Does he know about us?

Sophia: If he doesn’t, he will.

Castiel: Are you prepared for that?

Sophia: I was hoping this would never happen. I really was content to never see Dean again. I’m going downstairs to deal with this. You can stay out of sight if you like.

(Sophia heads downstairs to the kitchen. Castiel follows her, and when she turns from pulling something out of the refrigerator, Castiel pulls her close, kissing her. He backs her up against the counter, and she grips him tight. After a few moments, they become aware that they are not alone. They turn their heads, and Dean and Sam are watching.)

Dean(turning to Sam): You didn’t tell me about this.

Sam: Dude, I debated even bringing you here at all. I just knew that, if you were back, you’d want to see at least one of them.

Dean: Now I wish I didn’t come.

Castiel: Dean.

Dean: Cass. You finally got what you wanted.

Castiel: I apologize if this is hard-

Sophia: Shut up.

Dean: We were-

Sophia: Shut up! You wish you didn’t come, huh? Well, then turn around and go back to where you came from, Dean! You said you never wanted anything to do with demons, or angels, or me EVER again! YOU wanted a normal life. Go back to it.

Dean: I’m gone for a year and not only does Sam escape Hell, my other two best friends set up house like a happy family without me.

Sophia: That’s because we ARE a happy family without you. Best friends, huh? I didn’t know best friends dumped each other and took off after six whole years. You broke me, Dean. You finally, after six long and painful years, broke the last of me. Cass looked into my soul a few days ago. He touched it. I felt no pain. NONE. You know what he said to me? The pieces are so small that I can’t feel anything.

Sam: Oh, no.

Dean: What?

Sam: Prepare yourself. She’s gonna blow.

Sophia: You’re damn right, Sam. Guess what? In six years, I have seen both of you die and come back more times than I can count. I’ve seen the love of my life get murdered by the Devil, walking around in Sammy’s meat suit. I gave Sam the sendoff of a lifetime, and that’s the thanks I get. I finally tell him the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, PLUS I throw in a night of crazy wild bliss, and he repays me by letting Lucifer smash Cass into entrails right in front of me. Splattered across my face. We’ll also ignore the fact that I watched Sam get stabbed to death and I let your father choose your lives over his. Let’s also ignore the fact that I watched you, Dean, get torn apart by hellhounds and dragged into Hell. Let’s also not forget my favorite memories that I still have nightmares about, Sammy-

Sam: No, please.

Sophia: Yes, let’s, Sam. I abandoned my house after you were gone to finally escape walking into my front foyer and seeing images of you trying to rape me. I closed up the house I grew up in, Sam. Then, after the best night of your life, I watched you give permission to the Devil to jump inside you, and you killed Cass.

Sam: It was Lucifer!

Sophia: Regardless. Then, as if dealing with all of that hadn’t killed me enough… Dean finally puts me out of my misery and dumps me, once and for all, for good. You wanna know what he said to me?

Dean: Don’t do this, Sophia.

Sophia: He tells me he wants kids with someone who can actually have them. He tells me my only purpose is to be a hunter. Like that’s all I am.

Sam: Wow.

(Sophia is in a rage now.)

Sophia: Are ANY of you starting to understand why my soul is in pieces yet?

Sam: Crystal clear.

Sophia: And did it ever occur to you two dumb asses that the only reason Cass has a one up on you, is simply because he’s capable of saying “I’m sorry”?!

(The boys are flabbergasted. Castiel seems to be arriving to the party a little late.)

Castiel: I thought it was because we love each other.

Sophia: Yes, of course it is, Cass. But you also showed enough remorse to apologize and attempt to make your wrongs right.

Dean: Sophia.

Sophia: Shut up, Dean. I’m not interested. You should be miles away from here enjoying your “normal” life. You don’t belong here anymore. You can’t have both. You KNOW you can’t have both.

Dean: All I’m saying is, this whole you and Cass thing? It hurts me.

Sophia: I wish I felt bad for you. Instead, it just feels good. I’m glad to know you can still feel anything. I can’t.

(Sophia walks out of the room, slamming the front door behind her. They hear her car start, and Dean runs after her. He hops in the passenger seat as she is driving away.)

Dean: We need to talk.

Sophia: What the hell are you doing?!

Dean: I am completely blindsided by all of this, okay? You are the one thing that makes sense. What happened here?

Sophia: Have you forgotten dumping me and leaving me broken in half a year ago? Cass and I… he’d never walk away like that. He ACTUALLY loves me, Dean. I don’t think you ever did, and you know, that was the hardest part of all.

Dean: I did! I still do. Do you know how hard it was to walk away?

Sophia: You didn’t seem to have much trouble, Dean. Get out of my car!

Dean: Sophia, please. We have to work together again.

Sophia: You don’t belong with us anymore, Dean. You’re out of shape. Go back to your whore.

Dean: Sophia-

Sophia: Go, Dean.

(He slowly climbs out of her car, and she speeds off.)

 (Hours later, Sophia walks into the house, drunk. She heads for the kitchen, pouring herself a bourbon and soda. Dean is sitting at the kitchen counter, and she rolls her eyes.)

Sophia: Waiting up for me, “Dad”?

Dean: No. You’re an adult and capable of being a douchebag all on your own. I’m sitting here trying to wrap my head around all of this, Sophia. When did all of this happen? Why did no one contact me?

Sophia: You’re so stupid, Dean. You really are. You don’t even understand that everything you say and do has consequences. For all that whining you did about wanting a normal life, you sure up and ran from it real quick when you found out Sammy was alive. It took you walking out on me for good to realize that I was holding onto a pipe dream of us, Dean. I wanted us to be a real thing so badly. But we were never going to be together for real, because you just couldn’t deal. If you stayed with me, it meant your life was going to be some never ending freak show. Well, guess what? My life has been and always will be a never ending freak show. I don’t know what “normal” is, Dean. And if normal is what you were doing this past year, I don’t want it, because you are soft as hell now. The Dean I knew; no, the Dean I LOVED, was a warrior through and through. He lived for this life and he lived to hunt. I don’t know the Dean sitting in front of me. I’m embarrassed to be seen with you. You can’t have it both ways. You’re either in this life or you’re in that one. None of us want just half of you.

Dean: You don’t even want me around.

Sophia: You’re right. I don’t. My feelings aside, I don’t trust you as a hunter right now. I don’t want to hunt with you. If Sam does, that’s his choice, but I’m flying solo.

(Sophia drunkenly stumbles upstairs into her bedroom. She sees Cass sleeping in the moonlight, and she smiles. She sits down next to him, caressing his hair. He opens his eyes and looks up at her.)

Castiel: I smelled the booze on you down the street, Sophia. You have to be careful.

Sophia: I am, Cass.

(Castiel sits up, shirtless. Sophia is noticeably aroused. Castiel is oblivious. He looks deep into her eyes.)

Castiel: I love you, Sophia. You need to be careful right now. With what I’m doing to help you, you can’t have any setbacks.

Sophia: I’m being careful, Castiel, okay? This is why I didn’t want Dean here. Let me talk to Sam about getting him out of here.

(Sophia stumbles down the hall to the bedroom, where Sam and Dean are sleeping. Dean is awake, but is facing away from them to eavesdrop. Sam is awake, reading about some lore on his laptop.)

Sam: Hey, Sophia.

Sophia: We need to talk.

Sam: Okay. Shoot.

Sophia: I’m trying to think of the kindest way to say this. You gotta get Dean outta here.

Sam: But there’s a case, Sophia.

Sophia: I know, Sammy, okay? But Dean being here… It’s screwing with my head something bad. Cass and I are trying to fix me from the inside out. Dean being here… not exactly good for my insides.

Sam: Do you still love him?

Sophia: In the morning, I need you guys to pack up and go to Bobby’s.

(Sophia goes to the door.)

Sam: Sophia, answer my question. Do you still love Dean?

(Sophia pauses without looking back.)

Sophia: I still love the Dean I met years ago. I don’t love the Dean that left me for some boring life with some boring chick. I’m never getting the old Dean back. I don’t want him back. That chapter is over now. Does that answer your question, Sam?

(Without waiting for a response, she walks back into her room, stripping down and crawling into bed with Castiel. He rolls over in his sleep and puts an arm around her. Once he is sure she is asleep, he rests his hand over her chest and the light comes again. She sighs in her sleep, relaxing even more. Castiel waits a few moments until the light dies out, then goes back to sleep, holding her still.)

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(Sam is re-souled, and he and Sophia are seemingly back to their friendship, except Sophia is fuming angry. Of course, Sam has no recollection of what his time soulless was like, so he is clueless. Sophia is driving with Sam riding shotgun.)

Sam: Sophia, this isn’t the way home.

Sophia: You’re right. It’s not.

Sam: Where are we going?

Sophia: You and I are going to go somewhere and have a nice chat. You have a lot to answer for, Samuel Winchester.

(Sophia parks in a remote house, definitely abandoned. She raises a hand in the air, and throws an enchantment over it to shield their presence and keep away intruders. She brings him in the house. They stand in the living room, eyeing each other.)

Sam: You know I don’t remember anything I did, Sophia. You have to tell me, so I can make amends.

Sophia: Amends are a small start. For starters, you tried to split up Cass and me. You even called my mother in Europe to warn her that Cass was back in my life and that I was looking for her BOS. It backfired on you hard core, since Cass proved his love for me, but the fact that you did it is what I can’t live with.

Sam: Soulless me must have known this me loved you. I’m not saying it was right, but he was trying to protect what he thought was mine and his. He shouldn’t have. You and Cass deserve each other. I have no right to interfere. I won’t do it again.

Sophia: Sam. You were looking to start some kind of war between us. Why?

Sam: I don’t know. I don’t remember it, Sophia, I’m sorry. I know that I just want the best for you now. If Cass is it, then that’s what you should do. I won’t interfere.

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Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rafael Barba/Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Rafael Barba & Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr. & Amanda Rollins, Rafael Barba & Olivia Benson, Rafael Barba & Rita Calhoun Characters: Rafael Barba, Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Olivia Benson, Odafin "Fin" Tutuola, Amanda Rollins, Rita Calhoun, Mike Dodds Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Getting Together, Introspection, Character Study, Mental Health Issues, Idiots in Love, Kindred Spirits, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Bisexual Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Sweet Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Drunken Shenanigans, First Kiss, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Pre-Relationship, Canon-Typical Violence, Episode Related, Fix-It of Sorts, Pining, Mutual Pining, Anal Sex, First Time, Oral Sex, Drunk Rafael Barba, Hurt Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks, Crisis of Faith, Episode: s17e17 Manhattan Transfer, Episode: s17e22 Intersecting Lives, Episode: s17e23 Heartfelt Passages, Sad Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr. Summary:

Sonny's starting to think he might have gotten more than he ever bargained for at SVU...in more ways than one.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rafael Barba/Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr. Characters: Rafael Barba, Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Amanda Rollins Additional Tags: Accidental Marriage, Accidental Wedding, accidental vegas wedding, (except its not vegas), Idiots in Love, Getting Together, Lawyer Husbands, Rafael Barba Loves Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr. Loves Rafael Barba, Drunken Shenanigans Summary:

My take on the "accidental drunken Vegas wedding" trope.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rafael Barba/Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Rafael Barba & Rita Calhoun, barhoun besties, Rafael Barba & Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr. Characters: Rafael Barba, Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Rita Calhoun, Original Characters Additional Tags: Drunken Shenanigans, Crack, Fluff and Crack, One Shot, Short One Shot, Established Relationship, Past Relationship(s), Humor Summary:

After Sonny drags them to a bar, Rafael and Rita try to figure out if they both fucked the same guy...

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rafael Barba/Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Rafael Barba & Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr. Characters: Rafael Barba, Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr. Additional Tags: Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Idiots in Love, Established Relationship, Detective Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Mentions of Canon-Typical Gun Violence, Family Dynamics, Insecure Rafael Barba, Sweet Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Sweet, Romantic Fluff, tough conversations Summary:

“You want kids,” Rafael said lamely. Sonny scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Do you want kids?” “I-,” Rafael started, his voice cracking.

Sonny thought it was a good idea to drag Rafael along to a CPR class…until Rafael started freaking out during the child section.