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DIWK: Chapter eleven: "Can't get you off my mind"

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Summary: Reader struggles with her feelings for Spencer and tries to work with Seaver. Neither of those things works. Spencer's headaches are getting worse. Also, it's Anderson's birthday! Things are getting a little more complicated.

Warnings: Hardcore fools in love. It's getting painful to watch. Spoilers of Criminal Minds Season 6 Episode 11. 25 to life. Cursing, and frustration. Alcohol consumption. Assholes being blind.

A/N: Please don't hate me! but these two are just so blind, it hurts!

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Spencer's point of view

Psychotics in a break always evolve. Well, I was psychotic at that minute of my life, but the only things evolving were my migraines. They were driving me insane. I could feel them taking over my life, my head, my sanity. I could feel my good judgment slipping through my fingers every day, especially since (Y/N) had started acting strange.

It wasn't like she had stopped talking to me or hanging out with me. But I could feel a void growing between us every day. And it was driving me insane. I couldn't understand where it had come from. I just knew it was eating me alive.

Morgan was having a bad day. One really bad day. The man he had vouched for parole had just murdered a man after nearly 70 hours of freedom, and now the team was trying to solve the whole case. Don Sanderson claimed he had been framed guilty of the murder of his wife and baby daughter, but after 25 years in prison, the first thing he did as a free man was to murder someone else.

It made no sense.

We had visited the murder scene. Hotch was still on a leave, so it was just Prentiss, (Y/N), Morgan, Rossi, Seaver, and I. Emily was in full "training agent's duty," walking Seaver through every step of the procedure, which was very nice of her. It was her first case after the incident in New Mexico, and she was eager to do better work than that time. She was nearly jumping all over the place, taking notes.

I talked with Garcia on the phone because he was worried about Morgan, and then I walked to (Y/N), who kept a safe distance from Emily and Seaver.

- "The bullets were in the other room, but the gun is right here,"- I said as I looked around the room. (Y/N) turned to me, ready to speak her mind, but Ashley spoke first, which annoyed her beyond belief.

- "Maybe killing him was an accident."

I looked at my best friend as Prentiss and Ashley continued talking. She just crossed her arms and walked around the room. She surely wasn't dealing well with having Seaver around. I wanted to ask her something, anything, but nothing came to mind.

- "Sanderson was out of prison for what, Reid?"- I answered Emily's question but didn't even turn to look at her. My eyes were following (Y/N), moving around that room.

- "At the time of the murder, 51 hours."

- "He's free for 2 days and change? What's the big hurry to find this guy?"

- "Are you ok?"- I whispered and stood next to (Y/N) as Prentiss and Ashley kept analyzing the scene.

- "Yeah, just tired."

- "Do you wanna have dinner with me tonight? I didn't see you this weekend, and I thought we could do a movie night."

(Y/N) took her time to answer, but finally, after a moment, she nodded and agreed.

- "Movie night sounds nice."

- "Great, ‘cos I rented your favorites."- I might have sounded more excited than I should, but I had really missed her those days, and I may or may not have watched and read Pride and Prejudice a couple of times.

- "Did you? Really?"

- "Yes, I was hoping to spend some time with you."

- "Are you coming, Spence?"- Seaver interrupted us and looked from the door- "Rossi called. They are interviewing Sanderson at the BAU."

- "Yeah, we are coming,"- I answered and looked away. (Y/N) shook her head and walked outside in silence the second Prentiss called my name, and I couldn't follow her. Which, I guess, was a good thing.

- "Is everything ok?"- Emily stayed behind with me. She raised an eyebrow, watching (Y/N) walking out of the room as Ashley waited for us by the door.

- "Yes?"- my answer came more as a question because I honestly didn't know what to say- "Everything is ok, Emily."

- "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I have the feeling (Y/N) isn't thrilled to have agent Seaver around."- I almost chuckled at her words and just nodded.

- "It's not like she has made it hard to tell. She literally yelled at her at the jet."

- "Is she mad at me because I am supervising her training?"

- "I don't know. I don't think so… she hasn't told me so. Well, she hasn't talked to me much lately."

- "Why? Did you fight?"- Prentiss wide opened her eyes and moved a little closer to me, trying to read my expressions.

- "No, I don't know what's going on. She just… we…"- I couldn't find the right words to explain my mind, and I think Prentiss knew it, ‘cos she didn't push me.

- "You should talk to her."

- "Yeah, we are going out tonight."

- "You have a date?"- Ashley walked over and asked me with a short smile. I cleared my throat and shook my head right away.

- "No, just meeting with a friend."

- "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to intrude,"- Seaver blushed and looked at her shoes. Prentiss smiled, probably reading something I wasn't seeing.

- "Come on, Rossi is probably waiting for us at the BAU, and I'm guessing Morgan is not in a good mood."

For the rest of the day, I tried to find a moment alone with (Y/N). I needed to talk about what was going on. But it was impossible. We worked late, rereading the original case files, trying to find something that might help us help Sanderson. But it was frustrating and nearly impossible.

So around nine, we decided to call it a day and go home.

- "Are you in the mood for Chinese?"- I looked at (Y/N), gathering all the things as I stood next to her desk- I thought maybe we could get some take-out from that place you love on our way home.

- "Sounds nice. What are we watching?"

- "Pride and Prejudice, Coraline, maybe Beetlejuice. You pick, I've got all your favorites,"- (Y/N) narrowed her eyes, looking at me in silence- "What?"

- "So you rented movies ‘cos you wanted to hang out with me?"

- "Yes."

- "You usually don't rent movies. You rent documentaries."

- "Yes, but I wanted to do something different this time. I told you I missed you."

(Y/N) blushed as she stood in front of me, biting the inner part of her cheek, trying not to smile. I looked at her, nearly beaming, excited to see her reaction. I had felt so scared to lose her, feeling her pushing away from me. It was a balm watching her so happy, and just because I missed her.

- "I love Pride and Prejudice,"- Ashley said from her desk- "I've read that book so many times, I think I can recite it."

I looked at her and nodded with an awkward smile. I knew she was just trying to be nice ‘cos she was new at the BAU, and she was also trying to be nicer to (Y/N), to get on her good side. But that wasn't the way to get to her. Maybe I had to talk to Seaver and explain that my best friend is a special woman.

Neither of us answered her comment. We just stood there, looking at her in silence, until Anderson walked over and waved.

- "Hey agents, before you go, I wanted to tell you, this Friday I'm celebrating my birthday, and I'd love to have you over."

- "Of course, Sonny!"- (Y/N) wide opened her eyes and clapped. She had called him "Sonny" since they sang "I got you babe" by Sonny and Cher in the karaoke at the Christmas party the year before.

- "Happy birthday, Anderson!"- Derek waved.

- "Thank you! We'll gather at a bar nearby. I'll text you the address."

- "We wouldn't miss it for the world,"- Prentiss added and smiled- "Do you mind if we tell JJ and Garcia?"

- "Please do! I haven't seen JJ since she left, and it would be amazing to have her over. You too, agent Seaver."

- "Thank you!"- Ashley smiled and nodded- "Count me in."

I could feel (Y/N)'s eyes rolling, annoyed, even when I wasn't even looking at her at that minute. I grabbed my bag and my coat and held her hand.

- "Bye, guys! See you tomorrow!"- that was all I said as I dragged her out of the bullpen. Emily waved at us, and Derek cut me an evil grin I could decode easily. I just ignored him and turned to the door.

- "Have fun, pretty girl!!"- Morgan chuckled at his own words, and (Y/N) just smiled and winked. Why? Probably to show him she didn't care about all his teasing, ‘cos nothing was ever going to happen between us.

(Y/N)'s point of view

It might have been childish, but I had to take advantage of Morgan's innuendo just to show Seaver things could happen between Spencer and me. It had been immature and silly, but I just felt like I needed to do it. It was like a stupid animal instinct that forced me to mark my territory.

I shouldn't have done it. Spencer wasn't mine. Not even close. And I had to stop being jealous of Seaver. If he didn't want me, he had the right to be with anyone else. But just the thought of Spencer being with someone, anyone, made me feel sick in my stomach. I hated being in love with him. I honestly did, ‘cos I didn't want to ruin our friendship with useless feelings. Spencer wasn't in love with me. He was just my friend. My very thoughtful, cute, adorable, and lovable best friend.

I was fucked. Completely and utterly fucked. Even that second, sitting on that couch with Spencer, I couldn't focus on the movie. I pretended, but I didn't even pay attention to it. All I could think of was how warm his body felt sitting next to me, like a gigantic magnet that called for me. I could simply just move my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine. Or lean in closer, rest my head on his shoulder, feel how he wraps an arm around me, and melt in his embrace, like I had done a million times before.

But I couldn't. I had to stop that daydream of a domestic and romantic life with Spencer. It wasn't healthy. It wasn't sane. But most of all: I wasn't real. And I was never going to move forward in life if I kept thinking those movie nights meant something.

- "More popcorn?- Spencer handed me the bowl, and I shook my head- "You have been awfully quiet considering we are watching Coraline."

- "Well, we are supposed to watch the movie in silence,"- I answered and didn't take my eyes from the screen.

- "You have never done that."

- "Maybe I wanted to give it a try."

I grabbed a bunch of popcorn just to keep myself busy. I could feel Spencer's eyes on me, and it was killing me ‘cos I knew I didn't have to look at him. If I did, I wasn't sure how I would react. I was overthinking everything and anything you might think of.

- "Are you ok?"

- "Yeah. Sure."

No, I wasn't.

- "(Y/N), can you look at me?"- Spencer paused the movie and turned to me. I hesitated, thinking my best friend is an amazing profiler, and I didn't want him to know how I felt about him ‘cos it didn't want to ruin our friendship.

After a few seconds, I moved on the couch and raised an eyebrow. His brown eyes stared into mine in silence for a moment, trying to read me.

- "What is going on?"

- "Nothing,"- I lied and frowned- "Why are you so obsessed with the idea something is going on?"

- "‘Cos I have this… feeling."

- "You got a feeling?"- I chuckled, trying to be funny but failing completely. In the end, I just stared into his eyes for what seemed to be a million years but were, in fact, just a few seconds.

- "Are we ok?"

- "Of course, we are, Spencer."

- "You never call me that"- he frowned immediately, almost hurt.

- "What?"

- "You just call me Spencer when we are on a case, and there are people around us. But when we are home, I'm never Spencer to you."

"When we are home." That killed me. I hadn't realized how badly I wanted that to be our home, to have a life with Spencer.

I was in love with my best friend. I was spending every single hour of every single day of my life with him. That wasn't right! If I knew he didn't have feelings for me, why was I doing that to myself?

- "(Y/N)?"- Spencer's voice took me from my thoughts. He looked so worried I didn't know how to convince him there wasn't anything wrong, considering it felt like everything was wrong.

- "What is it?"

- "Please tell me what's wrong."

- "I told you, nothing is wrong. I just called you Spencer. That's your name. It's a lovely name. I had never met someone called Spencer ever before in my entire life. You just called me (Y/N), not pumpkin, cupcake, chipmunk, or ma chère,"- he sighed, frustrated and maybe a little annoyed.

- "Nothing is wrong, honey. I'm really ok. Just tired, maybe feeling a little invaded with Seaver in the team"- I knew he knew I hated her, so I had to blame her in a way.

- "Why?"

- "You know I'm not her fan... I hate working with her,"- I kind of chuckled at my own words because I was trying to make a joke out of my awful reality.

- "It's just for a few weeks,"- he tried to reassure me, probably to ease my mood, but the truth was I hated how it always felt like he was defending her.

- "One week, one day, it's the same torture,"- I shook my head and turned to the screen again.

- "Don't be dramatic."

- "I'm not dramatic! I just hate how she is always playing the victim ‘cos her father is a serial killer. She is clearly overcompensating! Besides, we have all gone through bad shit in our lives, and no one is using it as a tool to get things in life."

- "I don't think that's what she is doing."

- "No? Do you think she belongs at the BAU? She is a trainee agent who almost got killed in her first assignment. She works hard, and she is not stupid, I give you that. But she is not top of her class. She is not there ‘cos she is the brightest. She is there ‘cos Rossi, Hotch, and probably Prentiss felt bad for her after what happened and decided to let her hang around and learn something for a while. If you ask me, I think there are more qualified trainee agents we could use in the team, but Seaver played her "my father was a serial killer" card and got the job. And who knows how many times she had done it before, and how many times she will use it again."

Ok, that may or may not have been too hard, but it was exactly how I felt. There was a deep silence in Spencer's apartment. The movie was still paused, and after my speech, Spencer just looked at me with wide-opened eyes. I just sighed and regretted every word that had left my lips ‘cos they made me sound bitter and shallow. But at least they didn't tell him the truth: that I was jealous of the thought Seaver might get his attention. Scared that he could look at her the way he had never looked at me. Just to imagine I could bump into them kissing terrified me.

- "Maybe I should just go home,"- I whispered and tried to stand up, but Spencer grabbed my arm and pulled me back onto the couch.

- "No, please. Stay,"- his voice was a whisper but still managed to shake me.

- "I don't wanna argue with you, honey,"- I thought I would speak too loud, but no, I actually murmured, matching his tone of voice.

- "We don't have to talk about Seaver anymore. Just watch the movie with me. You love this movie."

- "You love this book,"- I added and looked at him. He smiled. God, that smile is going to be the end of me.

- "It's just so dark! But it has such a good message."

- "Not all nice people are good people?"- I just spoke about what the book had meant to me ever since I was a little girl, and Spencer analyzed the whole plot again in less than a minute.

- "I was going to say overcoming your fears, but I like your analysis the most."

- "Of course, you do, ‘cos it's better,"- I teased and stuck out my tongue to him. Spencer just stared at me and nodded.

- "You might be right. Yours is much better,"- he kept his eyes on me for a few more seconds and continued smiling until he snapped from his thoughts- "More tea, ma chère?"

- "No, honey, thank you. I'm good."

I cut him a quick smile and sat back on the couch, trying to relax. I knew it was going to be impossible, but I honestly didn't want to leave. I wanted to be with him. I had stayed home alone the whole weekend, hidden underneath a pile of blankets, in something that looked pretty much like a fort, according to Lu's words. She had stayed with me Saturday night ‘cos I told her I needed a girl's night. It was my poor attempt to stay away from Reid, and she was happy to help.

Ok, Lu didn't know I wanted to stay away from Reid. I just told her I needed a girl's night. I really didn't want to deal with all her questions. You have the right to avoid dealing with your feelings from time to time if you can. And I told Spencer Lu wasn't feeling so good, so I wanted to spend some time with her. He sounded disappointed ‘cos he was making plans for our weekend off but understood completely I needed to be with my friend.

See? Spencer made it so easy falling in love with him! He was so thoughtful it freaking hurt!

I couldn't fight the feeling anymore and rested my head on his shoulder. It felt he was waiting for me to make that move, ‘cos in a few seconds, his arm was wrapped around me protectively.

- "I know Lu needed you, but you missed a whole weekend of cuddling on this couch watching your favorite movies with me,"- Spencer whispered, bumping his head carefully against mine. I bit my lips and smiled, not taking my eyes away from the screen.

- "We do this pretty often"- that was all I could answer.

- "At least once a week for the last… thirteen-month two weeks, and… four days."

- "I love how precise you can be when it comes to our friendship, honey."

Calling it a friendship hurt me at that point, but it was what it was. Spencer chuckled and just nodded. We enjoyed our company in silence for a moment. His fingers drawing figures on my arm and my head resting on his shoulder, letting his smell invade me. It was heaven.

We were finally watching the movie… though what I really wanted was to watch a movie with Spencer instead of actually watching it. But that was the nature of our relationship. We were friends. Friends don't watch movies.

- "No way,"- I argued when his cellphone rang and interrupted our moment- "Please tell me we don't have a case."

- "We don't,"- he quickly answered and picked up the phone- "Hello? Hi… it's ok, tell me"- he didn't stand up or moved from me. He kept holding me tight against his body and finished his call by simply saying.

- "We can meet tomorrow at seven at work. I can help you with your test."- I hated those words immediately.

- "It's not a problem, see you tomorrow. Bye."

I was afraid to ask ‘cos I knew the answer. The knot on my stomach was the fair warning of what had just happened. That bitch had ruined our moment yet again.

- "What are you doing tomorrow at seven?"- I did my best to sound as casual as possible, but I knew that conversation might not end well. He hesitated. I could nearly hear his neurons struggling to find the correct answer to that question. Until he simply whispered:

- "Please don't get mad."

- "Why would I?"

- "‘Cos Ashley just called to ask me to help her study for a test…"

I took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds, doing my best to calm myself down at least a little before speaking.

- "I'm not mad, Spencer,"- I tried to lie as smoothly as possible. I even cut him a smile and looked into his hazel and confused eyes.

- "I know you don't like her, but I had offered to help in case she needed any… what?"

- "I'm not mad, really,"- I smiled again and turned to the screen- "We said we were not going to argue, and besides, she just called to ask you for help. That's not something to be mad about, right?"

Technically I wasn't mad. I was beyond furious.

- "Are you sure?"- he narrowed his eyes, baffled- "Not that I want you to be mad or something, but we just argued over her, and you said you felt invaded by her… so…"

- "Yes, but I don't wanna argue anymore. I don't want you to think I hate Seaver because I don't. And most of all, I don't want her to be the reason we fight. I don't wanna fight with you. Ever."

Spencer sighed, relieved, and smiled, pleased with my answer.

Spencer's point of view

Something felt off the following day when I walked into the bullpen and saw Ashley waiting for me by my desk with two cups of coffee. (Y/N) had said everything was ok, and I decided I wanted to believe her. But I had an awful feeling about everything that was going on.

- "Hi!"- Ashley smiled and handed me a cup- "Figured you might appreciate one of these for making you wake up earlier."

- "Thank you"- I smiled awkwardly and held the cup- "Are you ready?"

- "Yes, I brought all the notes from the class and my books…"- she set them on her desk and giggled as I went through her notes, sipping my cup- "I feel back in high school…"

- "Why?"

- "I wasn't the best student back then, and I always had to ask my classmates for help,"- I couldn't help but think of something (Y/N) had said the night before.

- "And are you a good student at the academy?"

- "Yes, I think. I'm not in the top three of my class, but I have good grades. I'm just not… a genius, like you."

Her eyes lingered on my face, and her cheeks blushed after a few seconds. I frowned, not getting why she was embarrassed. Was it just ‘cos she didn't have the same honorifics as I did?

- "I don't believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified,"- I simply answered, remembering how many times in my life I had ever said something like that. Way too many, to be honest.

It was hard to focus on the subject when Seaver kept asking me personal questions every five minutes. She seemed more interested in knowing about my childhood in Las Vegas than learning about profiling and victimology.

- "Good morning, kids!"- I turned around and smiled at Morgan, so glad to see him I might have actually felt a little relieved- "What are you doing here so early?"

- "Hey! I was just helping Ashley with her test,"- I stood up and walked from her desk over his- "And about you?"

- "I have a meeting with Strauss in a while, and Sanderson's case didn't let me sleep. It was better to come here and start working than to keep on rolling on my bed. But I'm glad you are here. Wanna help me go through a few extra files?"

- "Of course!"- I left the notes I was holding on the closest desk and walked with Morgan to the conference room.

I considered our session with Seaver finished, mostly ‘cos for the last ten minutes, she had been asking about me. What I liked doing outside the BAU, favorite bands, hobbies, anything. I answered her questions and kept trying to push her to study. I didn't want her to blame me if she failed her test.

- "Hey, kid."- Morgan whispered after a few minutes and took a look around, just to make sure no one else was near. I looked at him confused ‘cos he was never that careful to say anything in the office.

- "Is everything ok?"

- "Yes?"- I answered, though it sounded like a question ‘cos I wasn't sure what he was talking about.

- "Are you excited to have Seaver on the team for the next month?"- I shrugged and kept reading the file in my hands- "Come on, Reid. She is clearly sweet to you."

- "I don't know what you are talking about."

- "She has a crush on you, kid."

- "No, she doesn't!"

- "Come on! Are you blind?"- I stared at Morgan, not getting what he was talking about- "Man, Seaver gives you loving eyes even when we are on the field!"

- "She does not!"- I knew I was blushing. I hated those kinds of conversations, and Morgan always made me feel awkward when he hinted I should flirt with a girl or just talk to them.

- "And I would appreciate it if you didn't say anything like that ever again."

- "What's the matter, kid? You don't think she is pretty?"

- "I don't look at her that way!"- I buried my head in a file and tried not to notice how he scanned my whole face, looking for micro expressions.

- "I see. Are you afraid (Y/N) might get jealous?"- Morgan chuckled at his words and tapped on my back a few times, making me flinch- "Relax, man. I'm just kidding!"

- "I don't like those jokes, Derek. Really."

Morgan kept his eyes on me a little longer and nodded. I did my best not to show how I really felt, but somehow, I failed miserably.

- "You know, kid, it would be much easier if you just told (Y/N) how you feel about her,"- Derek's voice was soft and even more concerned than I thought he could be. I nearly shook when I heard him, so I failed my mission of remaining stoic.

- "Reid, it's ok. There's nothing wrong with having feelings for her."

- "I don't… like talking about this,"- I whispered and closed the file- "Can we just focus on work, please?"- Derek nodded and stayed quiet for a few seconds. But I knew he wasn't done yet.

- "Reid, listen. I know you are not really fond of sharing how you feel with us, I know you share almost everything that happens in your life with (Y/N), and as your friend, I've always felt glad and relieved to know you have her. But if there's something you can't tell her, and you need to talk to someone, you can count on me. You know that, right?"

I nodded and looked at him. That conversation took me back to the year I was using and had to keep it secret from my friends. I knew I could count on Morgan if anything happened, but I really wasn't comfortable sharing my thoughts, feelings, and fears with people. (Y/N) made it so easy. Was it ‘cos I loved her? I just always felt I could tell her anything. That had never happened to me before with anyone.

- "Morgan, Strauss was looking for you,"- Rossi walked into the room holding a cup of coffee and stared at us, raising an eyebrow- "Everything ok?"

- "Yes, we were just going through some files,"- Morgan stood up and grabbed the case folder- "I'll be right back."

- "I'll finish reading all these,"- I said and pointed at the box filled with more files. Morgan nodded and walked away.

- "Do you need any help?"- Seaver walked over that second and smiled at me. I stood up and shook my head.

- "Thanks, but I'm basically done. I'll just go make myself another cup of coffee."

- "I'll go with you!"- she smiled and waited for me by the door. Rossi looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I just cut him a straight smile and walked to the kitchenette, followed closely by Ashley.

(Y/N) walked into the bullpen that minute. I watched her as she opened the glass door and took out her jacket. It felt like the time passed in slow motion as she walked. I couldn't help it, I just smiled as soon as our eyes crushed, and for a few seconds, life was perfect. Just to know she was there, smiling at me made everything worth living.

See why I couldn't tell anyone how I was feeling? They would make fun of me. Morgan would never understand the agony and the dimension of my love for her. He would just tease me. I wonder if he had ever actually been in love 'till that point in life.

I didn't want anyone to know what was happening to me ‘cos I was sure they would make fun of me, and that was the last thing I needed at that moment. So I did what I knew best: I locked it all inside and waited for it to burn me alive.

- "Good morning, chipmunk!"- I stood by (Y/N)'s side and smiled as she left her things on her desk and turned to me. She just looked into my eyes, and my brain turned into mush.

- "Good morning, honey bunny. Did you sleep well? You look tired."

- "Yeah, I just got up extra early today to help Seaver, and now I was helping Derek with some files."

- "Do you need a hand?"

- "Sure!"- I didn't even analyze my answer. I just spit the words, thinking it would be amazing to spend some time with my friend, working together.

- "Hi (Y/N), how are you?"- that until her face changed completely when Seaver waved at her- "Spencer, do you want me to make your coffee?"- I froze and turned to her in silence.

- "No, thank you. I'll… just… wait a little before having another one. I just had my third cup."

- "Three cups in already"- (Y/N) narrowed her eyes and turned to her desk, giving me her back- "How long have you been awake?"

- "Not as long as Morgan, I tell you that,"- I pointed at him, walking out of Strauss's office and heading back to our conference room.

- "Let's help him, then."

(Y/N) walked quickly, and I followed closely. I wished I hadn't said no to that coffee. I really needed one to go through that morning.

During that morning, Derek questioned Sanderson again and finally took him and Rossi back to his house, trying to trigger any memory that might help us crack the case. Meanwhile, the rest of the team and I stayed back in the office, repeatedly going through the case files. So far, all we knew is that a team had attacked Sanderon's home and framed him for the murder of his wife and daughter.

The whole day, I focused on work ‘cos it's my favorite escape, and clearly, there was something more important to think of than whatever was going on with my life. But my head was killing me. The migraines were starting to get more intense, and I think they got worse the more thinking I gave to my relationship with (Y/N).

- "It sounds like we need to profile a dormant killer"- Ashle's voice surprised me when I was pouring myself a cup of fresh coffee in the kitchenette.

- "A very lucky one. He was essentially given a gift, a patsy in the form of Don Sanderson, and he'll do anything to protect that story."- I answered, thinking I didn't want to be in Sanderon's shoes, trying to clear my name of something I hadn't done.

- "When someone has a secret this big, everything becomes a lie."

Somehow, Seaver's words hit me. I'm sure she didn't mean to strike a nerve, but she did. I had been in love with my best friend for too long, and now it was starting to affect my life. I didn't want it to get in the way of work, and we were at work most of our time together. But there was nothing I could do about it. I just had to keep on faking everything was normal.

- "He'll most likely be pathological,"- I nearly choked at my own words as I tried to shake away the thoughts from my head.

- "So, we're looking for a liar in D. C. I thought we were trying to narrow this down."- Ashley tried to joke and waited for my reaction but didn't get anything. Instead, I just cut her a straight smile and walked away.

By the end of the night, Morgan had gotten the unsub. But I was still a mess. It had been the longest day in weeks, not just ‘cos I had barely slept the night before, but because I was overthinking everything that happened around me. It was exhausting.

- "Are you coming, Batsy?"- (Y/N) asked me and grabbed her bag after putting on her coat. I stood from my desk and nodded.

- "Yes, ma chère."

- "Where are you guys going tonight?"- Derek asked and smiled at us- "No. Don't tell me, planning this year's matching Comic-Con costumes"- I chuckled and probably blushed, busted.

- "We already settled those, Derek. We are way ahead of schedule this year,"- (Y/N) answered and stuck out her tongue to him.

- "(Y/N), can you give me a second before you go?"- Prentiss stood up and smiled at my friend, who just nodded and walked with her to the conference room. Derek and Seaver looked at me.

- "What?"

- "Do you know what's that about?"- Morgan questioned me.

- "I have no idea."

(Y/N)'s point of view

- "Please don't freak out,"- Emily smiled and turned to me after she closed the door behind her back- I just needed to clear the air a little bit between us.

- "What? Why? Is there something wrong?"

- "I don't know, I just feel you have been acting weird lately, and I needed to know if it has something to do with me supervising Seaver."

I nearly gasped. Not ‘cos I felt insulted but ‘cos I felt caught. I knew I hadn't been subtle about my feelings for Seaver. I just didn't want them to get in the middle of work.

- "I haven't been weird with you, Emily, and I don't think I've been acting strange."

- "Come on, you don't like Ashley, and I offered to supervise her while she works with us."

- "Yes, but neither of those has anything to do with me and you. We are friends, Emily."

- "I know, and I wanna honor that friendship, (Y/N). I love working with you. I just want you to know I'm not… I just… I'm trying to help Seaver start her career."

- "I understand that. We are ok,"- I tried to reassure her, but I knew she could read between my bullshit.

- "Do you think you could try to be a little bit nicer with her?"

- "Nicer?"

- "Yes, (Y/N). She is making an effort to get along with the team, and you've been giving her the cold shoulder since day one." -I crossed my arms on my chest, obviously annoyed and defensive.

- "I have been friendly with her, Emily. I just don't like her, and you can't force me to be her friend."

In my defense, in my mind, that argument didn't sound as childish as it did when I said it out loud.

- "Don't be selfish! Just because you are jealous, you can't deprive her of the opportunity of a lifetime with this team."

Emily's words were knives against my ego and nearly destroyed my facade. I stared into her eyes and wondered how to get out of that situation without hurting my friend. I could pretend I didn't know what she was talking about, but we both knew that was bullshit. I could actually try to tell her how I felt, but it was so humiliating I refused to open up. So instead, I just nodded and smiled at her.

- "I'm sorry that's how you see me. I'll try to be a better version of myself tomorrow,"- and needless to say, I turned around and left.

- "(Y/N), please wait,"- but I didn't stop walking. I refused to continue talking about Seaver with anyone. I refused to deal with feelings or the real world.

- "Everything ok?"- Spencer asked me the second he saw me appear by his side.

- "Yes,"

- "You are blushing. Did you and Prentiss argue?"

- "No, honey. We didn't argue. She just wanted to check on me ‘cos she was worried I was mad at her. But that's all."- Spencer just nodded and looked at me in silence.- "Why don't we just go home and forget about today, honey?"

Easier said than done.

So Seaver was getting under my skin. And it was getting harder to control. That week was hell, and I didn't want to show it. Eventually, I talked with Emily again, and I tried to explain to her I wasn't being mean with Seaver. I just didn't like her. And though I gave Emily my word to be friendlier with Ashley, the circumstances weren't really helping.

Things didn't get any better than Friday night. No, if anything, that was the night that made it all worse. Prentiss, JJ, and I got together at Garcia's house and had a few drinks before leaving for Anderson's birthday. I was making my biggest effort to have fun and ease my mind. Spencer said he wasn't sure he'd make it ‘cos he was tired, and automatically I almost turned out the whole deal, but Penelope literally dragged me to her house and put a beer in my hand.

- "You, my young lady, are going to put some makeup on, a hot dress, and we are going to party!"

- "But PG, I'm not…"- but she didn't let me out of it. Instead, she shushed me and raised an eyebrow, looking pretty convincing.

- "No "but." You are going. End of the conversation."

So she dragged me to the bar, along with Prentiss and JJ, who had left Will with little Henry to join us for what was promised to be one epic girl's night.

Anderson was so happy to see us. He was a sweetheart who was always willing to help us. I knew technically he didn't work at the BAU, but he was always there whenever we needed him. We all felt he was part of the team.

- "Sonny!!"- I yelled and hugged him tight

- "I'm so glad you girls made it!!"- and his smile was priceless- "JJ!!"- he actually yelled when he saw her and ran to give her a triple bear hug.

- "Grant Anderson!! I can't believe it's really you!!"

- "I've missed you so much!! How's Henry?"

- "So big!! I feel I haven't been out with friends in so long!"- JJ looked around, and her face kept lighting up as she recognized more friends and acquaintances from Quantico. I looked around and recognized Morgan already flirting with a woman at the other side of the bar.

- "Looks like chocolate thunder knows how to keep himself busy,"- I joked, and Garcia turned immediately.

- "Have you ever seen him shirtless?"- she asked in a lower voice and leaned a little closer to me, just to make sure no one would listen- "I'm sure it's illegal looking so good in real life."

I laughed and turned to see Prentiss walk to the bar to get us the first round of drinks. Ok, I'll admit it, I was having a great time. I know I didn't want to go at first, but spending time with my work friends and not just with Spencer was refreshing. Not that I didn't do fun things with the rest of the team, but my relationship with Spencer, I mean the friendship that pretty much looked like a relationship, consumed most of my time. But I just loved being with Reid more than anything.

But one night without him wasn't going to be the end of the world. Right?

Right.

Anderson and I danced and laughed. It was all very innocent. And though I've never considered myself a hot chick or whatever, a few guys asked if they could get me drinks, and I kindly declined. I wasn't looking for a one-night stand or anything. I just wanted to have fun with my friends.

- "And where's Reid?"- Anderson asked as we reached our table, where Prentiss and JJ were catching up and laughing.

- "Home, he said he was tired."

- "And? When are you two going to come clean about your relationship? You know, having the confirmation of your romance would be the best birthday present you could ever give me."

- "Grant Anderson, you nosy bastard!!"- I hit his arm and heard his laughter- "You know we are not dating!"

- "Come on!! I mean it! You have to get together! You are like the FBI sweethearts!!"

- "Shut your face!"- Anderson laughed even harder and took a look around the bar

- "So, if you are not dating Spencer, I have a friend who asked about you."

- "Who? What friend? Is he here?"- Garcia shouted question after question as she had overheard the whole conversation and even moved closer.

- "His name is James. He saw you on the news a few months ago, at a press conference with Rossi, and has been asking about you ever since."

I frowned and looked at Garcia, who was wide-eyed staring at Anderson. I had no idea what was going on. It was bizarre.

- "No, thank you?"- I whispered, not even sure of what I should answer at that- "I'm very flattered, Grant, but… I'm really not looking for someone right now."

- "You are not?"- Garcia asked me, and I just shook my head.

- "No, I have too much going on in my life, with work and… well… what we do…"

- "Really?"- Anderson sounded a little disappointed- "Well, in case you change your mind, James is…"

- "(Y/N)? Can I talk to you for a second?"- Garcia grabbed my arm and crawled me to a side of the bar.

- "What? What is it?"

- "Munchkin, you know I love you."

- "Yes, I love you too, PG."

- "That's why I feel like I need to be honest with you, ‘cos you've always been so sweet, and we've known each other for years now, and I feel like if I don't tell you this, you are never going to forgive me."- Penelope was nearly hyperventilating as she spoke.

- "Ok, what is it? You are scaring me."

- "You have to tell Reid how you feel."

- "What?"

- "He has to know! You have to tell him!"

- "I don't wanna talk about what, Penelope"- I tried to walk away from her, but she stopped me, grabbed my arm, and pulled me back.

- "No, (Y/N). He loves you, I'm not a profiler, I don't even play one on tv, but I am sure what I see in his eyes when he looks at you is love… ‘cos it's the same you have when you look at him!"

- "Son of a bitch!!"- the words escaped my lips as my heart nearly left my chest.

- "No, (Y/N)!"- but Garcia lost my attention that second, ‘cos all I could see was Spencer Walter Reid walking into the bar and Ashley Seaver hanging from his arm.

- "What do you want me to tell him, Garcia? To have fun with his new girlfriend?"- I pointed at the door, and her jaw nearly hit the floor.

- "Ok, no. There has to be a reasonable explanation for that!"

- "Yes, but Spencer being in love with me is not the explanation. I'm gonna get a drink."

Spencer's point of view

I was surprised to get Ashley's phone call that night. When my phone rang, I was ready to go to bed. My head was killing me. I had already scheduled an appointment with the doctor for some exams. I was starting to have a bad feeling about what those headaches really were, and I was too scared to tell anyone what was going on. Not even (Y/N).

Actually, of all people, she was the one I wanted to keep in the dark. Why? ‘Cos ever since we met she had taken care of me, I didn't think it was fair. She had taken me into her life and given me a place in it. And sometimes, I felt I was a burden. She helped me overcome all of my traumas and even my drug addiction. She introduced me to her best friends and made me part of her life. (Y/N) had taken trips with me to Las Vegas just to see my mom, ‘cos she knew it was hard for me to do it on my own. If it hadn't been for her, I would have probably spent over a year without visiting her. Now, we took a weekend to see mom every few months.

Why would I trouble her with some headaches? It wasn't fair.

When Ashley called, for a moment, I thought it might be (Y/N), asking me to pick her up. But no. It wasn't her that time.

- "Hey Spence, I'm sorry to bother you, but… are you at Anderson's party?"

- "No, actually, I'm in my house."

- "Why? I thought you were invited too."

- "Yeah, I know, and I was, but I'm kind of tired, and I wanted to come home and get some rest. Why? Are you at the party?"

- "No, but I was getting ready to go. But now I feel kind of awkward asking you."

- "What? What is it?"

- "I just… wanted to know if you could come with me. I'm so sorry, Spence, I didn't know you were tired. I just… I wanted to go to the party, but I feel kind of silly going alone. I wanted to ask Prentiss, but she left with (Y/N) and Garcia, and I felt so awkward asking…"

I wanted to groan, roll in my bed and hide under my pillow. But Ashley was the new girl, and she deserved to have some fun.

- "Don't worry, I'll take you there,"- I know I whispered my answer ‘cos I didn't really want to do it, but somehow I felt it was my duty.

- "Really?!"- and by the excitement in Ashley's voice, it was clear that was what she wanted to hear.

- "I'll pick you up in half an hour, ok?"

- "Thank you so much, Spence!!"

But when I walked into the bar, I knew I had made a mistake. I felt it in my guts. The same intuition I never followed in my personal life, only on the field.

I quickly looked around as Ashley held on to my arm tightly and walked into the bar with a big smile. I soon found Prentiss and JJ talking at a table filled with empty glasses, and my heart jumped inside my chest at the warm, familiar feeling that my friends gave me. I missed JJ very much. And not just as a team member but as a friend who had been taken away from us. (Y/N) always said I didn't know how to deal with change, neither did she, and the shifts in the team always affected me.

Soon I saw Morgan too, talking with Anderson and some other agents. Garcia had to be close then, but I couldn't see her or (Y/N) anywhere around.

- "Come on! Let's get a drink!"- Ashley said and crawled me to the bar.

- "I don't drink and drive"- I said, and she pouted.

- "Come on! You are no fun! Just one!"

- "No, just water. Thanks,"- I turned and scanned the place. Everybody was there, and they seemed to be having fun. Penelope waved and walked to me suddenly. She cut me a short smile and grabbed my arm.

- "Hey, what the hell are you doing here?"

- "I didn't want to come, but Ashley insisted and…"

- "Hi!"- Ashley appeared by our side and handed me a bottle of water- "I'm so excited to be here! We really needed to decompress after everything that happened this week, right Garcia?"

Penelope stared at us, trying to formulate an answer. I could see her making her bet to say something, but she just didn't. Instead, she just turned around and walked away.

- "Is she ok?"- I didn't know how to answer that, ‘cos Penelope's reaction surprised me. Ashley just looked around and grabbed my arm again.

- "Come on, Spencer! Let's dance!"

- "No, I don't… dance, sorry."

Lucky for me, Prentiss showed up and invited us to sit with her at her table. I don't know if she noticed I was uncomfortable, but I was glad to see her. Being in that bar made me feel pretty awkward and exposed.

I had never been much of a party person. I wasn't used to bars and gatherings until I joined the BAU. When I first met Derek, he tried to take me out a few times and be my wingman. It's obvious he failed at that mission. Meeting people at a bar is the most complicated equation I could ever try to solve. It doesn't work for me, no matter how hard Derek pushed me to do it. He said I had to rely on what made me feel comfortable. But no. It wasn't that I couldn't meet people. It was that I didn't want to meet anyone once I met the woman of my dreams. Even when I knew she could never be mine.

When (Y/N) came along, she started hosting these fun "dinner parties" with Frank, Lu, and Mikey, which changed everything. It was the first time I was hanging out with people my age doing things I actually liked doing. It wasn't about drinking or picking girls in a bar. It was about playing Jenga, or charades, eating pizza, and talking about movies and sometimes even books.

(Y/N) said her friends considered me part of the gang, which was all I ever wanted to hear. That I belonged. It's kind of sad when you think about it, but I don't care. I had never felt like I belonged anywhere, and they made me feel like I was one of them. They took me to their rock shows, and I jumped along with the crowd, knowing I wasn't an outcast there. I was with my friends.

You don't know how good that made me feel. And for years, they were my social comfort and cocoon. Then, when Rossi joined the BAU again, he started hosting fancy dinner parties at his house, and I got to hang out with the whole team without being at a bar, pushed to meet people. And it was so good. (Y/N) always said Rossi's arrival had a cohesive effect on us. Not because he brought us together, but the circumstances of his arrival and everything that happened that first year.

This team is no stranger to trauma, and that's a fact. I think Rossi's dinner parties gave us a space to be ourselves, relax, have a few drinks and enjoy our time together. I think that's when we stepped from being friends to be family.

And I hadn't had one before.

I hugged JJ tight as soon as I saw her smiling at me. I hadn't seen her ever since her goodbye party, over two months before, but we had talked on the phone a few times.

- "I've missed you so much, Spence!!"- she said and held my face with both hands- "You and (Y/N) owe me two babysit nights,"- and I laughed, thinking we promised we'd take care of Henry so she and Will could have a date, but we were called for a case.

- "Wait! It was one night!"- I argued, chuckling- "Why is it two nights now?"

- "‘Cos I lost a very exclusive reservation due to the two of you."

- "Technically, it wasn't our fault, we were called in for a case..."

I smiled and sat next to JJ, and Prentiss sat next to me. Ashley stood by the table and smiled at JJ. Right, they didn't even know each other.

- "It's very nice to meet you, Agent Jareau. The team talks very highly of you,"- she shook JJ's hand and smiled.

- "Ashley, right? Prentiss was just telling me you will be taking your remedial training at the BAU. Congratulations, it's a fantastic team to work with."

- "Thank you,"- I took a look around, still trying to find my best friend around. But it seemed useless, and I was starting to feel worried.

- "Where's (Y/N)?"- I had to ask.

- "She was with Anderson a minute ago,"- Penelope said and looked around- "I am going to look for her and bring her here in a second. I'll be right back."

And so, she was gone.

Prentiss and I pretty much interrogated JJ about her new job and the new team she worked with at the pentagon. I sipped my water and half-listened her answer, ‘cos most of my head was trying to register what was going on around me. No, actually, I was trying to find (Y/N). Penelope had been gone for half an hour looking for her, and I was starting to think something weird was going on. Besides, my head was killing me, and all I wanted was to go home. But I hadn't seen JJ in weeks, and I couldn't waste a chance like that.

Ashley talked with Prentiss too, and every once in a while, she tried to engage in conversation with me. But to be honest, I couldn't really concentrate on anything. I just wanted to know (Y/N) was alright.

- "Excuse me,"- I stood up slowly and looked at my friends- "I'm going to the bathroom, be right back."

- "Can you get us another round on our way back?"- Prentiss asked and smiled guiltily.

- "Sure."

- "Do you need help?"- Ashley tried to stand up, but Emily stopped her.

- "He got it, don't worry."

So I was left on my own. I walked around the bar. In my mind, I kept telling myself I was "looking for the bathroom," but I knew very well I was indeed trying to find (Y/N). I had been in that bar for an hour, and I still hadn't seen her. I was worried.

I walked around the bar and found Anderson. He seemed to be a little shocked to see me there but smiled and hugged me. It was weird hugging people, still. But Anderson was part of the team. It always felt like it. We had known each other for years, and somehow it was like he was in the background of our daily basics.

- "Have you seen (Y/N)?"- I asked him, and he widened his eyes- "What?"

- "Yeah, she's right there, actually… "- Grant Anderson pointed and turned around- "Later, Reid."

- "Bye"- I didn't even look at him. I just turned and looked around to see (Y/N).

But my best friend didn't notice me. She was too busy kissing some guy.

I stood in front of her, not knowing what to do. Her eyes were closed, and her arms were around his neck, so clearly, she wasn't in distress, and no matter how badly I wanted to take her from him, I just couldn't.

For a minute, I couldn't believe my eyes. I just stood there and stared at (Y/N), trying to understand what was going on. I always knew she wasn't meant to be mine, but I had never gotten such a brutal reminder. Not even when she was dating Paul. Watching her kissing someone else was shocking. The way that man put his hands on her waist and held her close to him, just like I always dreamt of doing, was painful.

Painful. That was the only word I can explain how it felt.

I stood there for a minute or so. I really don't know how long it was, but it felt long enough to burn in my memory everything I needed to torture myself with for the rest of my life. I stepped back after a minute. It might have been longer; I really can't recall. And all I managed to do was to walk out of the bar and reach my car.

I opened the door and slammed it as I sat behind the wheel. I wanted to cry and yell. But I didn't do either of those. Instead, I stayed still, staring at the nothing in front of me, trying to erase that fresh memory from my head. But it was impossible. (Y/N) was making out with some guy inside that bar, and there was nothing I could do to stop her. So I did the only thing I could do at that minute. I started the car and got the fuck out of there.

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inctlife · 3 years

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My Babies | T ~ Sonny, Baby, Moon

genre: fluff

summary: ten looking after all three by himself for the first time

ages: Sonny = 3 / Baby = 1 / Moon = 8 months

warnings: none

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“I love you girls,” Ten whispered, kissing Moon’s head as he laid her in her bouncing seat, “girls. Sonny. Sonny! Where are you?!”

“I’m getting dressed!” Sonny yelled.

“Dressed?! It’s after lunch, babe, you’re already dressed!” Ten called, quickly running up the stairs to find his son stood in his bedroom, rummaging through your make-up drawer, “ooh she’s not gonna like that.”

“Huh?” Sonny asked innocently, staring up at his dad with big eyes.

“Sonny didn’t ask to play dress up did you?” Ten asked, “so Daddy didn’t know where you were.”

Sonny pouted, “sorry Daddy.��

Ten sighed, playing with his son’s hair, “that’s okay, baby. Why don’t we go back down to your sisters and do... an activity!”

“What activity?!” Sonny exclaimed, running down the stairs, “uh oh.”

Ten, having stopped to fold up the laundry in his bedroom, widened his eyes.

“What? What’s uh-oh?!”

But he was already half way down the stairs when he saw Sonny, crashed into the pile of dirty shoes, the pile fallen down and onto a crying Baby.

“Oh god, it’s okay, it’s okay! Shh, shh,” Ten soothed, grabbing Baby and pulled her into his arms, before kicking the shoes back into a pile, “are you okay, hmm? You okay, Baby? Sonny?”

“I’m good!” Sonny exclaimed, running into the living room to dote on his youngest sister.

“Baby?” Ten whispered, pulling her away from his arms, but she resisted, her arms wrapped tightly around her dad’s shoulders, “okay, okay.”

“Tired,” she murmered, Ten sighing.

“Okay, darling, why don’t we sit and watch a film, hmm?” Ten offered, Baby nodding into her dad’s shoulder, “Sonny?”

Sonny looked up as his dad walked into the room.

“Baby’s really tired and wants to watch a film,” Ten explained, “do you want to watch a film?”

“No,” Sonny pouted, “I want play dress-up.”

Ten sighed, he couldn’t let Sonny in the dress up box by himself, that could end in disaster.

“Can you play dress up quietly...?” Ten asked nicely.

Sonny thought for a moment before nodding.

“Okay,” Ten sighed in relief, “you bring the dress up clothes here so I can keep an eye on you while Baby watches a film and I’ll put Moon down for a nap.”

“Baby nap too?” Sonny asked.

“Not yet, Baby’s nap’s later,” Ten said, tapping Sonny’s head, “go and get your dress up clothes.”

He checked on Moon, flicking his eyes over her comfortable figure. After some songs left on by Sonny and the slight rocking movement of the chair, her eyes had actually closed and her breathing getting heavier.

“What do you want to watch, bubs?” Ten asked, sitting down on the sofa, Baby immediately climbing onto his lap as he flicked through the options, “Barbie? Disney?”

“Mulan,” Baby whispered.

“Mulan? Okay. Do you want your milk, hun?” Ten asked, Baby nodded sleepily, her eyes fixed on the screen as the movie started to play, “okay.”

He got up with a sigh, getting her bottle ready with lukewarm milk before handing it back to her.

Finally, after choosing his outfits, Sonny came back up the stairs with outfits and accessories in hand.

“Moon’s asleep now, so we have to be extra quiet, okay?” Ten said, kissing Sonny’s head as he went to sit on the sofa with Baby, the little girl immediately snuggling into her dad.

Sonny nodded with a bright smile, murmering to himself as he played.

The first peaceful moment of the day, since you’d left six hours previous, suddenly interrupted by the door opening.

Sonny gasped, “Mummy!”

“Mummy?!” Baby repeated, suddenly awake as she followed after her brother’s hurried footsteps.

“My babies!” you smiled, accepting them into your arms, crouched down to their height so they could hug you more easily.

But the one in the other room started to cry.

“Oh no!” Sonny exclaimed, “Moon woke up.”

You gasped, “was Moon having her nap?!”

Ten shrugged, appearing in the doorway of the hallway, “I think she’d prefer to see Mummy anyway.”

You broke out in a big smile as you saw your youngesg in Ten’s arms.

“My little Moon,” you cooed, taking her into your own arms and kissing her head, “it sounded very quiet.”

“I was playing dress-up,” Sonny boasted, “quietly.”

“Baby’s tired so we were watching Mulan and drinking milk,” Ten explained, “and of course, this one was napping.”

“You seem very confident,” you smiled.

Ten whined, “I’m not, please don’t leave again this was so hard.”

Laughing you kissed your husband’s head, “and there’s my biggest baby.”

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whatisthiswritingthing · 3 years

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Maybe it was golf - Kelley O’Hara x Hilary Knight

Prompt: Ok after reading that hockey imagine I need more 😂that was so good! Don’t care who the player is but that was so good!

Or where the reader is on the Soccer team but is dating Hilary knight.

Note: Not sure if this is what you were looking for, if not, let me know and I can rewrite.

Kelley had her tongue between her lips in concentration, focusing on the stick in her hands. A ball of socks at the blade of the stick as she attempted to weave it around a random assortment of shoes on the floor.

“The actual fuck are you doing?” Sonnett questioned as she walked into their shared hotel room, flopping on her bed.

“Practicing,” Kelley said, distracted.

“A, we had practice this morning and B, we play soccer,” Sonnett chuckled, “you changing sports?”

“Of course not!” frustrated, Kelley stopped attempting to stick handle as she hit another shoe. “I fucked up,” she trailed off.

“I can see that; you aiming for the shoes or the sock ball?” Sonnett teased.

“ugh the sock ball obviously!” Kelley grumbled back, clearly frustrated as she started attempting to move the sock ball around again. “I’m meeting Hilary later and we are going to her parents’ house for supper.”

“And you think you need to play hockey to get into the house? I thought you met her parents already?” Sonnett asked, losing the teasing tone when she saw how frustrated her best friend was getting.

Kelley had been dating Hilary Knight from the women’s hockey team for over a year now, having met the other woman’s parents several times.

“I fucked up,” Kelley repeated, pausing, taking her time and attempted to flick the ball against the door with a wrist shot. “Last time I saw them at a game I accidently implied that I was good at hockey.”

Kelley made her way to the door to collect her ball, practicing walking it back with it at her stick to the middle of the room.

The two remained in the room in relative silence while Kelley focused, only interrupted by the occasional giggle from Emily on the bed.

Finally growing suspicious of the blondes giggles, Kelley stood up straight her stick and questioned the younger defender.

“What is so funny over here?”

“Nothing,” Sonnett glanced up with a grin, only to go back to her phone right away.

“Sonny, I swear to god if you posted anything,” Kelley trailed off, realizing Emily wasn’t even listening to her, just giggling to herself while she typed away at her phone.

“You’re going to want to get that,” Sonnett stated confidently, dropping her phone to chest.

As she said that, Kelley’s phone rang on her bed.

“What did you do?” she questioned as she made her way to her ringing phone. “Why is Hilary facetiming me right now?” Kelley looked alarmed as she looked at Sonnett.

“Hey babe,” Kelley greeted confused as she answered her phone.

“I have so many questions,” Knight grinned on the screen.

“What did you do?” Kelley questioned again as she looked back over to Sonnett, who just grinned from her bed.

“Helping,” she just shrugged, hoping off the bed and leaving the room.

“What did she do?” Kelley asked, this time looking at her girlfriend on the screen.

“Sent me a video of your killer hockey skills, sick dangles,” Hilary winked.

Kelley groaned, sitting down on the edge her bed, leaning her hockey stick against her shoulder.

“Where did you even get that stick from? It is way too tall for you, and looks like its curved the wrong way for you too.”

“I’m going to kill Sonnett,” Kelley grumbled.

“It’s cute babe, I didn’t know you wanted to play hockey,” Hillary teased.

“I don’t want to disappoint you if we ever played, so I was going to try and practice.”

“Kel, I can’t play soccer were shit, I am not expecting you to be good at hockey. And we are just having supper with my parents tonight, no sticks required. But if you really want, I can get you a stick that fits you and we can practice sometime.”

The two ended the call not long after that, they would be seeing each other in a bit for supper anyway.

Supper that night went off without incident, no socks were harmed in attempt of Kelley attempting to play hockey again.

A few days later found a small group of the soccer players at hockey game, seated a booth high in the arena.

“You can do that, can’t you Kelley?” Sonnett asked, giggling to herself.

“Kelley can play hockey?” Lindsey asked, confused.

“Oh yea! The socks and shoes in our room don’t stand a chance!”

Kelley groaned, shoving Sonnett who just kept giggling in her seat. Leaving everyone else confused, but all choosing to disregard the two defenders, continuing to watch the game.

After the game found the defender in the hallways under the arena, waiting for her girlfriend. Only a few minutes later Kelley watched Hilary make her way out of the changeroom towards her, two hockey sticks in hand.

“Hey hot shot,” Kelley greeted, she the hockey player approached.

The two met hugging, Hilary gave her a small kiss on the cheek. Pulling back, she held one stick out toward Kelley.

‘This is for you, figured since you’re practicing, you should be practicing with a stick that works for you.”

“I’m getting you a soccer ball then,” Kelley said firmly, taking the stick from her girlfriends hands.

“Oh, she has one!” Meghan Duggans commented as she joined the duo. “She was practising before the game in the hallways.”

Kelley just laughed, watching her girlfriend and the other hockey player gentling shove eachother.

“So, you have your own Sonnett I see.”

“Yes I do,” Hilary rolled her eyes. “let’s test out this twig.”

Hilary pulled out an orange ball from the pocket of the hoodie she was wearing, dropping it on the ground, easily flicking the ball to Kelley’s stick.

The two continued to pass the ball back and forth, letting Kelley get used to the movements. The soccer player spent more time chasing the ball around, missing the pass or hitting it off to the side instead of its intended target.

“I swear I’ve done this before,” Kelley mumbled, frustrated trying to hit the ball against the wall like Hilary had shown her.

“It’s alright Kel, you can’t be good at everything.”

“Maybe It was golf I was thinking of when I said I’ve done this before,” Kelley grumbled, embarrassed.

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years

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Missed your touch

Just another little follow on from this series.

Warnings: Smut. Sorry if the Italian is wrong i used google.

WC: 981

Enjoy x

Sonny had always been a very affection person, even when you guys where just partners and friends. It was something that comforted him and helped him calm down. Working together there were always nights that you both worked late, but you both usually came home together or could catch a quick few minutes of alone time in the break, the on call room or holding hands in the squad car. Since Sonny had moved over to the DA’s office these moments became rare, especially in the last couple of weeks. Rafael was pushing Sonny hard with cases knowing what he was capable of and you were snowed under with work and often helping Amanda with the girls. The last couple of weeks had been the worst to date. Sonny was working another big case being guided by Rafael and you and the squad where working hard to crack a case and get enough evidence to take it trial.

The past couple of weeks you had both been passing ships, never actually catching each other, just calls and texts. That Saturday you had promised Jesse to take her to a new Plaster painting place that had just opened down the block from Amanda’s, having had an appointment time booked for nearly 3 weeks. You would never let Jesse down and would do anything for her and Billie, you and Sonny being their Godparents. You had chatted with Rafael and Sonny during the week and they both told you they would be working on Saturday so you didn’t feel as bad taking Jesse.

“Voglio solo che tu mi tocchi” (I just want you to touch me) Sonny whined over the phone.

“I know baby, me too. I miss you so much”

You had finally walked through the door hot and sweaty from the walk home and still slightly covered in rainbow glitter in the very late afternoon. Billie had just started furniture cursing. Neither you nor Amanda had noticed Billie pull herself up on the table grabbing a pot of glitter making her way back over to you throwing the glitter onto you and Jesse while you were helping her paint her mermaid. You even had it down your bra. You had showered at Amanda’s borrowing some cloth, but the glitter was still all over you, even after trying to scrub it off. You helped Amanda bath them both and gave them afternoon tea.

You toed your shoes off noticing Sonny’s work bag sitting near the front door. Excitement filled you that he was finally home having not heard from him most of the day. As you walked into the apartment you looking around not seeing him, when you heard the shower running. You walked to the bathroom, the door was slightly open and you let yourself in slowly.

Arousal instantly hit you when you saw Sonny’s silhouette through the steamed glass. He had his hands resting on the wall, his arms stretched out in front of him, his head bent down letting the water run over him and what looked like, semi hard. You quickly undressed licking your lips as you walked to shower door opening it,

“Hey Baby, watcha thinking about?” you said softly.

“You” he looked over his shoulder at you, you stepped into the shower behind him, pressing the front on your body into the back of him, wrapping your arms around his waist kissing his back. Sonny moaned at your touch and tried to turn around to face you,

“Stay as like that babe, put your hands back on the wall” Sonny done as you asked. You ran one hand up to his nipples rubbing small circles over it making it hard and done the same on the other. You then ran your hand down to his cock that was now rock hard just from the feeling of your body on his. “How didn’t I scare you?”

“I tried calling you, when you didn’t answer I called Rollins and she said you had left already”

“Oh” you said into his back with a smirk as you started to rub him from root to tip. Sonny moaned his head dropping forward.

“I’ve missed you” Sonny said softly “Mi è mancata la tua mano intorno al mio cazzo (I've missed your hand around my cock)” Sonny grunted out a chock when you slightly twisted your wrist around him as you made your way up his length.

He dropped one arm and putting his hand over yours, fastening your strokes,

“Were you imagining this Dominick? When I walked in, you were almost rock hard, this is why?”

Sonny nodded throwing his head back moaning and nodding. You knew he was close, his legs were starting to shake, his grip on your hand was getting tighter and his whimpers made you wetter. Sonny started to thrust his hips into your hand. You lent forward to the edge of his shoulder blade and started to suck onto his skin and reaching down with your other hand cupping his balls rolling them between your fingers,

“Fu- Baby- I” Sonny let out a roar and he came on your hand. You rubbed him through his release till he started to go soft. Still breathing heavy, Sonny spun around and wrapped you in his arms leaning down for an intense kiss, his hands making their way down to your ass cheeks squeezing them both, your hands resting either side of his neck. Sonny pulled back kissing along your jaw down your neck, along your collar bone and back up again to your ear. He let you go turning to turn off the water, you looked at him with your mouth slightly open frowning.

“You’ll be screaming my name later baby promise” He cupped your core running one finger up your opening “We need to get ready, Barba will be here soon with dinner”

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plaidbooks · 3 years

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Hi babes - a request that’s kind of specific- (readerxcarisi) this would take place in season 19, episode 8 where Rollins and Carisi are at the shitty motel and they have that moment. So the idea would be that reader is also a detective, maybe newer or something tagging along with them two and reader knows Carisi has a thing for Rollins and reader was with him when they saw the guy leaving Amanda’s room. Reader is there for him after and he realizes maybe he was chasing the wrong girl??

New Girl

A/N: Hey Anon! I had to rewatch this to do some of the dialogue from it (I condensed the first scene so it’s not incredibly long.) but it’s a good idea to rewtach this ep before reading....unless you remember that Heather was the catfisher and stuff. Anyways, this is a little longer cause t’s slower paced. I like the idea of being there for someone without needing to ask. Also yes, I’m taking the chance to flex some sports knowledge, sorry not sorry. Hope you enjoy <3

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“They traced the IP address to West Virginia,” Sonny said to Olivia, as they both came into the precinct.

“Good, get a John Doe warrant and send it to the local precinct,” Liv replied.

“Done and done.”

Liv gave him a smirk. “Then fill up your gas tank. Fin, you’re riding shotgun.”

“Oh, hell no; I’m allergic to West Virginia,” Fin said, leaning back in his chair.

Liv sighed. “Okay, Rollins, you’re up.”

“Really?” she whined.

Liv glanced between the two, already looking tired of this crap. “Come on, someone’s gotta translate for him,” she joked, gesturing at Sonny, who rolled his eyes.

“I’ll go,” you perked up. You were still the new kid, so you were jumping at every opportunity to go out in the field. Plus, you had a massive crush on Sonny, and being stuck in a car with him seemed like a good chance to learn more about him.

Liv gave you a relieved smile. “Thank you; at least someone here wants to work. But I’d also like someone with experience; Rollins, you’re going too.”

***************

The drive wasn’t awkward…at least, not for Sonny and Amanda. They’ve been partners for years now, chatting up a storm. You sat in the back seat, listening in on their stories, jumping in when appropriate, but otherwise fading into the leather behind you. This wasn’t what you had hoped for when you thought about going to West Virginia with Sonny, but at least you were getting some experience in the field…right?

The arrest was quick, painless. You actually found yourself feeling bad for Heather as you had her arrested in her mother’s home. But then you remembered what happened to Katie, and it solidified your resolve.

When Amanda suggested you three, and Chuck, the local officer, go to The Barrel—the local bar—for information, you’re first thought was that maybe alcohol would help you loosen up around Sonny. But after a few shots and a cocktail, all you saw was how he looked at Amanda, and you cursed yourself for not seeing it sooner. Why would he ever fall for someone like you when he could be with someone like her? And they were already so close; what was the point of trying?

Complaining about a headache, you excused yourself, telling them you’d see them in the morning.

“Want me to walk ya back to your room?” Sonny asked, looking concerned.

Your heart fluttered at the thought, but then you remembered the heart eyes he’d been giving Amanda all evening. “No, I’m fine. Thanks though.” You wandered back to the hotel across the parking lot, wiping the tears from your face, locking yourself in your room.

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You were in the hotel lobby making yourself coffee when Sonny came in.

“Morning, [y/n],” he said, smiling at you. “Feeling better today?”

You melted at his smile, tears threatening to form again, but you pushed down your feelings. “Uh, yeah, much better. How’d you sleep? Hopefully you and Rollins weren’t up too late.”

“Nah, it was fine. We may have started a bar fight, though,” Sonny grinned at you, and you giggled, trying to picture him fighting anyone. He went about making two coffees and grabbing an assortment of free breakfast foods. He put everything on a tray and you followed him out, heading towards Amanda’s room as he called Liv to give her an update. But you both froze as a man came out of Amanda’s room, both of them chatting for a moment before he left. And Sonny’s face fell as he turned and went towards his SUV instead.

You gave Amanda’s closed door one last look before you went after Sonny. He stopped at his SUV, putting the tray on top so that he could fish his keys out of his pocket. He sniffled and it was only then you realized he was crying.

“Hey, you okay?” you asked tentatively. But you knew the answer—of course you did. Because you had felt your heart shatter last night.

“Fine,” he grunted, opening the driver’s door and sliding in. This was sure to be a fun ride back to New York. Grabbing the tray he had left on the roof of his SUV, you climbed in behind the passenger seat.

You sat in silence for a few awkward moments before you said softly, “I’m so sorry, Sonny. If you ever need to talk, I’m here for you.”

*****************

The ride back was worse, to say the least. The tension in the air was thick, not to mention, you sat in back with Heather, who seemed to be daydreaming about meeting The Monster. You found yourself watching Sonny, or at least, the half of his face that you could see. He was quiet, subdued; so unlike him, and you realized you hated it. You wanted him to be his laughing, jokey self. You tried asking him questions—and Amanda, so you weren’t too obvious—but he wasn’t all there, his mind somewhere far away. Eventually, you gave up. falling into the silence of the drive.

*****************

Liv mercifully gave the three of you the rest of the day off after delivering Heather to the precinct. You were just debating what to do for dinner when there was a knock at your door. Curious, you unlocked it, opening it to see Sonny shuffling on his feet on your doorstep.

“Son?” you asked in confusion.

He gave you a nervous smile. “Hey, can I come in?”

“Uh, yeah. ‘Course.” You moved out of the way, letting him enter your brownstone.

You both stood there awkwardly before he asked, “have you had dinner yet? If not, I can maybe whip something up? Or I can order takeout?”

“I haven’t yet, no.” Now thoroughly confused, you shrugged, playing along. “Did you have something in mind? I was thinking of ordering a pizza or something….”

“Pizza sounds great. Here, I’ll order. You like pepperoni, right?”

******************

You both idly chatted while waiting for the pizza to arrive, the awkward tension still palpable. Sonny didn’t say why he came over and you didn’t ask. The delivery man showed up soon enough, and Sonny insisted that he pay, so you let him. You found some beers in your fridge, offering one to him, which he gratefully accepted. As you ate, you started talking more, just about where you were before transferring to Manhattan, why you decided to come here of all places. The tension in the air subsided, and slowly, Sonny started talking about himself; his family, his recent accomplishment at Fordham—you had started just after he had passed the bar exam, so you didn’t hear much about it—and how much he loved his job.

“So, now that you passed the bar, are you going to leave us for Barba?” you asked. Sonny cocked an eyebrow, a grin on his face. “Oh my god, that’s not what I meant, and you know it,” you giggled, your cheeks burning.

Sonny chuckled at the implication. “I—I don’t know yet. I really do love my job as a detective. But I always wanted to be a lawyer, ya know? And now I can be. But with Mike passing…it just doesn’t seem like the right time.” He took a sip of his beer. “Hey, maybe with you taking over, I’ll be able to. I’d feel less bad leaving the department behind; they won’t be as short-staffed.”

It hurt to think about Sonny leaving; you were just getting to know him. “I still got a long way to go, though. Liv wouldn’t even let me go with you to West Virginia alone. What was it she said? ‘I need someone experienced’ or some shit.” You rolled your eyes.

“Hey, I was in your shoes before, too. It’ll pass quicker than you can blink.” Sonny spun the bottle in his hands. “Besides, I almost wish it was just us, and that Rollins wasn’t…” he trailed off, his eyes staring at nothing.

You swallowed hard. “You like her, don’t you?”

“Hm? Nah…I mean, she’s my partner, yeah? I have her back, and I know she’s got mine…. We’re close and…yeah, I don’t know.” He looked everywhere but at you, a slight pink tint in his cheeks.

You nodded sympathetically. As much as you wanted him to like you, you just wanted him to be happy. And if she made him happy, then you’d have to live with that. “Being so close with someone for so long, it’s not shocking if feelings…developed. Have you talked to her about it at all?”

He shook his head. “Look, I appreciate you trying to help me with this, but can we stop talking about Rollins? Please?”

“Of course. Sorry…. I got ice cream, if you want some dessert?” you tried.

Sonny sat there for a moment, staring a hole into your floor. “You know what? I think I’m gonna get out of your hair.” He stood, stretching. “Thank you for letting me crash your night for a little bit.”

“You sure? You can stay as long as you need,” you replied, but he was already moving towards your front door, sliding his jacket on.

“Yeah, I’ve taken up enough of your time. See ya at work tomorrow.” And then he gave you that heart-melting smile before he was gone.

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Whether Fin or Liv could feel the tension in the precinct the next day, you weren’t sure. But Sonny had gone back to his nontalking self, sitting at his desk, working through Heather’s posts. At some point, Amanda invited him to lunch, but he declined. They had a few clipped, whispered words that you didn’t hear, but after she left, Sonny looked upset again.

Standing, you went to the coffee maker, making two cups—one for yourself and one for Sonny. You came back, placing it on his desk, within hands reach. He glanced up at you, and you gave him a soft smile before moving back to your desk, diving in on something to help Barba with his case against Heather.

After another half an hour, Sonny got up, coming over to your desk. “Wanna go grab lunch?”

You looked from him to the mountain of posts and pictures you still had to go through, then back at him. “Please,” you groaned, grabbing your jacket and following him out.

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For the next two weeks, you and Sonny would get lunch. Or, if it wasn’t possible to take lunch at the same time, you’d bring each other something, switching off each day. You both also seemed to know when the other ran out of coffee, placing a refill on one another’s desk just as you’d finish the last sip. Conversation started to flow easier between you two, and you found that you highly enjoyed just chatting with him. Every now and again, he’d come over to your place, and you’d just talk; mostly about work, sometimes about your families. You still had a crush on him, but you shoved it down, trying to not let it interfere with work, or with your new-found friendship. Though, you noticed with some glee that he no longer looked at Amanda with that sparkle in his eyes.

On Saturday night, Sonny showed up at your doorstep, a 12 pack in one hand, takeout in the other. “Are you not watching the hockey game tonight?” he asked, his Islanders sweater on proudly.

“I, uh, wasn’t planning on it?” you replied, confused. In all your talks, neither of you had mentioned sports, except that Sonny had played basketball as a kid.

“Pffttt. You are now,” he said, pushing into your place. You giggled, following him to your couch. Plopping down next to him, you grabbed a beer while he flipped through the stations until he found the game. He cheers’ed you, then you both took a sip, watching and yelling at the screen. It was hard not to get caught up in the excitement with him, even if you didn’t know all the rules, nor particularly cared about hockey. You just enjoyed spending time with him.

At some point during the first period, Sonny put his arm on the back of the couch, his legs spread. You never understood how someone so lanky could take up so much room, but it made you smile. He just looked so natural, so comfortable on your couch, and you loved it.

“Come on, Lehner! You gotta cover your 5-hole!” Sonny yelled at the screen, groaning as the Islanders let in a goal.

“Uh, explain that to me, please?” you asked, confused.

Sonny sat up, leaning his elbows on his knees, moving closer to you. “Okay, so, ya see how the goalie, Lehner, has his legs so spread? Well, when the Pens shoot, that’s where they aim, ‘cause it’s his weak-spot and they know it. He’s slow to get his glove there and it’s an easy goal.”

“So…the 5-hole is between the legs?” you guessed.

“Exactly; see? You’re a quick learner,” Sonny smiled at you as the game cut to commercial.

You grinned back. “Well, I have a good teacher.”

Sonny’s eyes lit up with an idea. He put his beer down, then turned to face you. “Here, stand.” You cocked an eyebrow at him but obeyed. “Put your arms out and spread your legs…not that far; be comfortable. Okay, so, right here,” –he put his hand to the left side of your face, above your arm— “is the 1-hole. The opposite side here, that’s the 2-hole. Then here,” –he went back to your left side, under your arm this time— “is the 3-hole, and—”

“The opposite is the 4, and between the legs is 5?” you finished.

That lopsided grin was back. “Exactly.” He looked at the screen as the commercials ended. “Ooh, game’s back, here.” Sonny’s hands went to your hips, sending electricity through you. He dragged you back onto the couch next to him, your leg touching his, and his arm around your shoulders. You couldn’t pay attention to the game as your whole body heated, a stupid grin on your face from the closeness. At some point, you relaxed against him, snuggling into his side. If it bothered him, he didn’t say anything. In fact, quite the opposite—when he wasn’t groaning or gesturing at the screen, he had his arm around you, holding you to him.

Once the game was over, Sonny helped you clean up. “Thanks for letting me crash your night again,” he said—the same thing he said every night when he showed up unannounced.

“Anytime,” you replied. “Are you sure you’re okay to drive?”

“Sober as a fox,” he smiled.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Is that even a saying?”

“It is now,” he declared, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Really though; I’m fine. Thank you for worrying.”

You walked him to the door, holding it open for him. Sonny stopped just outside your place, turning back around to look at you. “Text me when you get home, so I know you’re safe,” you said softly.

“Okay, I will…. I, uh, wanted to thank you. Not just for tonight, but for every night…and lunches, and coffees, and just—letting me be me for a little.” He gave you the sweetest smile, and you thought your chest was going to burst.

“Yeah, anytime, Sonny. I want you to feel…safe with me,” you replied.

“I do…I really do.”

You were leaning against your doorframe, and he had one hand on the wall next to it, leaning against it. Slowly, he leaned forward, his face getting closer to yours. Swallowing, and praying you weren’t misinterpreting, you leaned in, too, until your lips met in a soft, chaste kiss. Sonny’s mouth was gentle against yours, his lips smooth, and you stood up on your tiptoes, pressing yourself harder against him, afraid that he’d realize what was happening and that he’d pull away, disgusted. And though he did pull away, his eyes were still closed in bliss, a small smile on his face, one that slowly grew the longer you looked, making your own smile appear.

“You sure you don’t want to stay the night?” you asked, your voice hopeful.

Sonny looked deeply into your eyes, then to your lips, then back to your eyes. “Well, if you insist, maybe I can be persuaded to crash your night a little longer.”

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svucarisiaddict · 3 years

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I like these prompts! Can I request '“I know I’m not good at this but… I’m here.” with anyone you choose. 💜

You sighed and leaned against the wall outside your apartment. That was brutal. There had been arguments between you and Mike but nothing like what just happened. You typed out a quick text telling everyone plans had to be canceled using the excuse Mike had a hard day at PT and wasn’t feeling well. It wasn’t a complete lie.

When you walked out you didn’t even know where you were going. Maybe grab a coffee and take walk. Hopefully, when you got home both you and Mike would be calmed down and able to talk. The ringing of your phone took you out of your thoughts.

“Talk to me doll.” Your best friend, Sonny Carisi. He always seemed to know when you needed him.

Sonny got you to agree to meet him at a little diner a few blocks away. The half-burnt out neon sign flickered on casting a blue and pink light onto the rain-filled puddles below. The diner that Sonny wanted to meet you at was a hidden gem. They had the best homemade pies along with some great memories.

Sonny was standing outside putting a cigarette out with his shoe.

“I thought you gave that up?” you asked.

Holding his hands up he said, “Busted.” He gave you a dimpled smile. “It’s my only vice,” he responded.

“Well, the only time you smoke is when you’re worried or stressed. So, what’s going on?”

Sonny put his arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get some food.”

You furrowed your brow and nodded as Sonny lead you into the diner. You were seated right away.

“Coffee?” the waitress asked

“Yes. And two slices of apple pie a la mode. Thanks,” Sonny said with a smile.

“Comin’ right up,” she responded.

“This place is exactly the same as it was when we came here to study,” you remarked.

“So, what’s going on with Mike?” Sonny asked.

“He’s just tired. He really wanted to get together tonight butt PT kicked his butt today,” you responded slipping off your coat.

Sonny furrowed his brow. “He should be coming back in a couple of weeks, right?” Sonny inquired.

“Well, actually he might not be returning to SVU,” you informed him. “His dad got him an interview with homeland security.”

Sonny chuckled wryly. “Of course he did. He’d probably still be a beat cop if it wasn’t for Daddy Dodds.”

“What’s new with you? Still seeing that reporter?” you asked trying desperately to change the subject.

“No, that’s- there were some… it just didn’t work out,” he concluded.

The waitress sat down the coffees and slices of pie. “Enjoy.”

You proceeded to add cream and sweetener to your mug of coffee. Sonny on the other hand drank his black. Unless it was around the holidays and he could get his hands on peppermint mocha creamer.

There were a couple minutes of silence as you tucked into your food.

“I guess things haven’t been okay for a while,’ you confessed, your voice quiet. For the next half an hour you poured your heart out to your best friend. He said very little. Just nodding and making small noises of acknowledgment. Once you were done you felt like a safe had been lifted off your chest. You laid it all out on the line; Mike’s drinking, how he was treating you, how you felt numb, and how afraid you were to lose Mike and so, so much more.

Sonny reached across the table, gently grasping your hand in his. “Wow. I knew things were rough but I didn’t realize just how bad. I feel like I’ve failed both of you.” he commented.

“How could you know? We’re both pretty good actors.” It was true. From the outside, it looked like you and Mike had the perfect relationship. The all-American hero cop and his girlfriend that took care of him and nursed him back to health.

“Have you talked to William?” Sonny took a sip of his coffee.

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed. “Like I need another reason for Mike to be mad at me.”

“It’s Liv,” Sonny sighed when his phone rang. “I gotta take this.” He stood and walked to a quieter area in the diner.

You nodded your head in acknowledgment. Looking down at your phone, you saw three missed calls. One from Mike, one from William, and another from Liv. Your phone rang again. Mike’s number displayed. “Mike. Sorry, my phone-”

“It’s William. I’m in a squad with Mike. He got into an accident. We’re on our way to Bellvue,” he said in a panicked tone. In the background, you could hear the sirens and someone talking.

“On my way,” you said before hanging up. You looked up and saw Sonny rushing back to you. “It’s Mike.”

“I know!” you responded grabbing your belongings.

Sonny threw more than enough cash on the table before hurrying out the door behind you.

On the way to the hospital, you listened to Mike’s voicemail.

“Babe. It’s me. I need help,” he said tearfully. “I’m not good at this but I’m sorry. For so many things that I’m not sure where to begin. You are everything to me. Please call me back when you get this. I love you,” he concluded before ending the call.

Your heart broke into a million pieces. He had to be okay.

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uswnt-owns-this-homo · 4 years

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What A Time To Be Alive (Lindsey Horan x Reader)

a/n: so I was planning on having this out like a lot sooner, alas, schoolwork wrecked that idea... I got the title idea from a TikTok (Yes I’m very ashamed)... thank you for the prompt!

prompt: hi! could you do either emily sonnet or lindsey horan (doesn't matter which one u pick!) x fem where they're just doing cute stuff together in quarantine? i love your work! :)

It’s only my first week of quarantine and I’m going crazy. Between my insane work schedule, and Lindsey’s tournament, on top of NWSL training, we’ve barely seen each other. We’ve been focusing on ourselves, staying at our own apartments, which is where I so happen to be. I’ve been staying here, not wanting to disrupt Lindsey’s routine, or to throw her off her game. Which I now greatly regret. As soon as the virus hit, I wanted to bring some things over to Linds’s house, and hang out there, just in case, but avoided asking for fear that it would distract her. She’s been under a lot of stress, with Em’s upcoming move, and the recent SheBelieves Cup. But now I wish I would have sucked it up and asked her.

I’m getting ready for another day working at home, calling in for some takeout and coffee for breakfast, putting on a sweatshirt of Lindsey’s and pulling my hair into a simple ponytail. I set up my laptop in the living room and grab my phone, planning on calling Lindsey later. I’ve just sat down and opened up my laptop when I hear someone knocking at my door. Damn, this delivery boy deserves a big tip, that was fast. I grab my wallet and start to pull out the money, opening my door, only to be greeted with Lindsey, instead of my takeout.

“Look, I know they’re saying to stay by yourself, isolate, but I’ve missed you these past few weeks and wanted to come see you,”

I drop the money before I launch myself at her, going up on my tiptoes and cupping her face.

“Linds, thank you, so much. We can hang out here, or at yours? I just got takeout and coffee, so we can eat?”

She laughs and nods.

“Yeah, we can chill here, I’ll stay the night maybe?”

I pretend to think for a moment and she slaps my shoulder. I laugh.

“Well, we could do that, or we could go over to yours later, and maybe then we can see Emily during quarantine, that is if you’re cool with me hanging for it?”

She beams and picks me up. She swings me a bit and sets me down, She clutches at my Thorns sweatshirt and kisses me. Not like a gentle, “I haven’t kissed you in forever” type kiss. No, this is a full on “How can you get what I need so easily” type gig. I grin and wrap my arms over her shoulders, feeling the muscle underneath near perfect skin.

“Now I see why the firm wanted you, Y/N, you’re a freakin’ genius!”

“God, I missed you,”

I scoff and blush, taking her hand and pulling her to the couch.

“Okay, you sit here, I’ll make you a latte, or whatever it is, and you can just sit here and look good,”

She nods and grabs the remote while I go to make her a coffee. The doorbell rings right as I’m finishing it up, and I quickly walk to see Lindsey thanking the delivery boy, and paying him, my money still on the floor.

“Linds, I know I did not just see you pay that delivery boy,”

She grins and bends down to grab the money off the floor, handing to me and taking her coffee.

“Okay, then you definitely didn’t just see that, right?”

We make our way to the couch and divvy up the food, slowly drinking our coffee and talking about what has been going on. We finish and I grab her arm, pulling her down to where we’re laying on the couch, her big spooning me while I grab my laptop.

“Okay, so I technically have work today, but I only have one conference, so I’ll just work here until I have to get ready for that?”

She nods and gets a Netflix movie up and running, turning the volume down low enough to avoid distracting me. I slowly but surely make my way through the mountains of emails and work, letting out a sigh when I see that I need to start getting dressed for a client conference. Linds sits up and I smile, kissing her gently on the cheek.

“Okay, this should take half an hour, maybe an hour at max, and then I can get a bag together for you and Emily’s?”

She grins and gives me a kiss, nodding her head and going back to her movie.

“Yeah, babe, no problem, I’ll just hang,”

I smile and go to start doing my makeup and to put on my dress shirt, not bothering in nice pants, leaving me in just my boxers. I walk through the living room, making sure Linds sees me before I quickly make an iced coffee. I go to my set up in the kitchen, making sure I have all my files and everything that I need.

A call should only last up to an hour. So, why did this one run close to 2? I groan as the stubborn client finally hangs up the call. Linds comes up behind me and gently rubs my shoulders, laughing when I sigh.

“I swear, you’d think they’d treat me better if they want me to take their case,”

She gently pulls me around, placing her hands at my waist and gently swaying, my head tucked under her chin and my arms up around her shoulders.

“Well, they obviously don’t know how awesome you are, or how cool, or pretty, or caring, or a whole lot of other mush that is definitely going to be used as blackmail later,”

I chuckle and detach myself, shaking out my stiff muscles and heading towards my room. I make quick work of packing, putting in a week's worth of shirts, pants, and some slip on shoes, as well as a couple dress shirts, and one pair of god forsaken dress slacks. I get some necessities and also grab the switch, looking at Lindsey, who’s taken perch on my bed, scrolling through her phone.

“Right, this quarantine, I’m getting you back on the switch, no if’s, and’s, or but’s. It’s happening, and I don’t care about the vow you have to the team. We’re playing the new Animal Crossing or else,”

She just looks up and shrugs. I finish gathering everything and throw it into my duffle, grabbing my keys and pulling Lindsey with me into the kitchen.

“You and Em have bad coffee, so I’m taking that, and then I thought I could stop at the store and grab some baking stuff, maybe some paints, or something?”

“Yeah, sounds good b. Em is going to the store later though, so we can either ask her or have her get that stuff,”

I nod and we walk down to the car, hauling my laptop and work bag. I put my stuff in my car and Lindsey gets in her car. I wave and get in the driver’s seat.

The quarantine with Emily and Lindsey is going great. We’ve painted… everything. We got a hold of Emily’s shoes, and painted them Orlando colors, kind of as a final send off for her move. We painted some clothes, and the best one yet. Emily’s face. She fell asleep first one night, and we couldn’t resist. We (Lindsey) painted her up as a clown… She was not a happy camper when it wouldn’t come off, leaving her with huge red splotches on her face.

Today is Bake Day. Emily and I have been trying to get Linds to play smash bros with us, to no avail. So, we’ve compromised. Today Lindsey and I are going to bake, while Emily stays away from the kitchen (to this day we still don’t talk about the Thorns Cook Off Fiasco), and then tomorrow we will have the mario bros switch tournament of the ages. I double check the cookie recipe before getting out the flour, sugar, and other things that we need.

“Ah, shoot, Linds, the butter is supposed to be softened,”

Emily bursts into the kitchen, laughing maniacally.

“I read somewhere that if you put butter under your armpits, It will heat it up to room temperature!”

She swipes the butter before we can stop her, thankfully doesn’t take it out of the wrapper, and shoves both sticks under her arms. I groan, go to the fridge, grab a beer, and push her gently.

“Okay, you’re definitely going to leave, get tipsy, and for the love of preath, put the butter down,”

She continues to laugh, but does as I say. She slowly unearths the butter, squeezing it and whooping.

“Ha! It did soften! So I was right. I think I deserve a ‘oh thanks Sonny, how kind’ don’tcha think?”

I roll my eyes, shove the beer into her hands, and take the butter. She walks off into the living room and I turn to Lindsey, who has a look on her face, her nose scrunched up, eyes watery.

“Hey, you know she’ll be back to terrorize us at every chance she gets.. This isn’t going to change much, except maybe there will be less pit butter around,”

She laughs, coming and giving me a hug.

“God, how do you always know what I need to hear?”

I smile.

“Well… you have kind of a really expressive face, and I’ve known you for years,”

We quickly set about mixing all the ingredients, everything going well until I go to put the eggs in, only to be hit with a huge handful of flour. I slowly turn to look at Linds, who’s grin drops.

“Wait, lemme get this straight, I mean, not straight, cause I’m not, you know what I mean, you just threw flour at me?”

I hear her whisper a “oh fuck” before she sprints for the living room.

“Sonnett, you grab her or so help me!”

I hear rustling and struggling and grin widely as I carry the bag of flour into the living room where Emily has Lindsey pinned to the floor, dodging her flailing limbs.

“Son, you don’t understand! She’s gonna get me, oh god,”

I cackle, upending the whole bag of flour over them as Emily’s eyes widen.

“Y/N, DO NOT.. THIS IS CARPET!”

I just shrug.

“Looks like payback’s a bitch, isn’t that right Linds?”

She coughs and nods. I grin.

“Okay, I’m going to go finish the cookies, you two can sweep, right?”

Sonnett looks ready to argue, but Lindsey just nods.

“Yes, babe. Of course, babe,”

I laugh.

“Come on, I’ll help, then we can finish them,”

We make quick work of cleaning up the flour before I stop dead.

“Linds, I forgot to add the flour to the cookies before I dumped it,”

Emily bellows with laughter.

“Looks like we’ve got two options… floor flour, or weird flourless cookies, nice Y/N,”

So it turns out that floor flour cookies aren’t that bad. The three of us (Lindsey and I, plus Emily playing her switch in the kitchen) ended up scraping together enough of the flour to complete the cookies. I grab one as I tug Lindsey down onto the couch, handing her a cookie and kissing her cheek.

“Okay, next step is Animal Crossing, Mama needs crazy shells Linds,”

We sit there for a few hours, losing track of time as Lindsey drapes her arm over my shoulders, our legs entangled.

“This bastard! I cast that pole perfectly, the dumb fish,”

Lindsey took over for me a couple hours in. We’re fueled by coffee and cookies.

“Hey, Linds, when’s the last time we heard from Sonny?”

She just shrugs and keeps playing. I look at the clock and see that it’s 4:45.

“Hey babe, it’s like almost 5, we should probably go to bed,”

She sighs but shuts down the game, handing me the switch and giving me a peck on the cheek.

“I don’t even know where I am babe, this is why the switch is bad… we lost like 4 hours,”

I laugh.

“I’m sure you’ll be saying that when the little animals sing to you… I’m not tired yet, you wanna paint Sonnett’s face again?”

I’m pretty sure the whole apartment complex can hear her screaming to the mirror the next morning, trying to scrub the clown makeup off for the second time… The rest of the quarantine is going to be good, I can just feel it.

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monsterbaesbymamakennysaurus · 4 years

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“Sure Thing, Boss”: Part Two: Monster Boyfriend: Demon

Monster Boyfriend Series: Demon

Disclaimer: Not my artwork. Just used for inspiration. However, this is my edit. Also, if you want to read more of my Monster Boyfriend series, the masterlist is HERE.

When Drew said he was taking me to Dante's Inferno....I honestly didn't believe him.

I figured he was just talking out of his ass.

I mean, I really don't know why I would question anything this enormous demon told me at this point because fuck- anything is possible now...but somehow I figured..

Naaaahhhh..

Boy was I wrong.

And apparently it showed on my face because he was laughing his ass off.

"Are you gonna be ok?" he asked.

"This is a volcano." I said.

"Yeah." he said. "We covered this."

"But...but it's a volcano." I said.

"Yeaaaahhhh." he said.

"And we're going inside?" I asked and he just nodded.

"But I can't go inside! I'm human! I don't want to die!" I exploded.

He laughed, "You really think I'd take you somewhere you'd be hurt?"

Apparently, I still looked unsure because he just scooped me up into this arms.

"Hey! I can walk perfectly fine." I snapped.

"We'll get there a lot faster my way." he said. "I'm a lot taller than you are with much longer legs."

"I figured you'd just teleport." I shrugged.

"I am but unless you want to be lynched with half of body still down here... I'd stay close." he said and I promptly clung to him like peanut butter to well....anything.

We materialized in a different setting a moment later and I could barely breathe when I glanced out the window to see how far from the ground we were.

"I didn't know you were scared of heights." Drew commented.

"Listen, dude, I am clinging to an enormous demon man, standing inside of an active volcano that it who knows how high in the air. At this point, I'm scared of everything." I said.

"So, now wouldn't be a good time to ask you if you want to take the tour through the Nine Circles of Hell?" he asked.

"Hell?!" I gasped. "I don't want to go to Hell!"

"Relax." he laughed. "A, you're with me and you'll be fine no matter what. B, it's not actually Hell, honey. It's a tourist attraction. It's levels made up to look like the "supposed" nine circles of hell. You are gonna have to chill out. Maybe I should take you to Gluttony first. "

"You're a cruel man." I said.

"Let's go to the condo and get changed and then I will actually take you to Gluttony which is not a frozen wasteland but is in fact one of the highest rated resteraunts in the supernatural world. That actually serves real food by the way. Not that sliver of meat with a spit of sauce and a carrot zest on top for a thousand dollars type of bullshit." he ranted.

"Triggered are we?" I teased and he glanced at me.

"Yeah, humans are fucking weird." he said. "No offense."

"None taken." I shrugged. "I'd much prefer to be an alien."

"Oh, I'm sure they'd prefer that too." he joked. "We really need to have a talk later about how you are LITERALLY the ideal for many, many species. Like, demons are literally just the tip of the iceberg. You're a fucking goddess and I should know. I'm rather tight with several of them."

I just rolled my eyes with a little smile before he transported us to a rather posh home.

The condo was stunning and I could barely keep my jaw from flapping open.

Once inside he sat me down and let me roam while he apparently went to make some reservations.

The place was mind boggling and I had honestly reached a point where I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or not.

I looked out the window to see the massive volcano in the distance, the lush tropical landscape...it was stunning.

I was so caught up that I didn't even hear him approach.

"You hungry?" he asked and I barely had a chance to answer before my stomach growled. "I'll take that as a yes."

I just shrugged sheepishly.

"I don't have any clothes though and I'm guessing that this isn't really appropriate." I said gesturing to my outfit.

He just smiled as he guided me to the mirror and stood behind me.

"Let's see." he said. "You want to be festive?"

With a flick of his claw I was standing there in a hula skirt and a coconut bra.

"Negative!" I said turning and swatting at him.

"Ok, ok!" he laughed. "But I do like the way your back looks."

"Yeah, yeah. We know about your back fetish." I said.

"Maybe this." he said and suddenly I was in a full on princess dress complete with big poofy skirt.

I looked up at him, "Really? You don't think it's too formal for dinner?"

"Maybe." He shrugged. "But you do look cute."

He waved his claw once more and I was rather surprised.

A nice black dress with a mesh three quarter length sleeve panel that showed off my arms and collar bone while still looking quite modest.

There was silver flame detailing on the side of the dress and a pair of matching silver shoes appeared on my feet.

"Not bad." I said examining myself and turning only to spot what he really did it for.

The big open peek-a-boo slot in the back of the dress showed off my bare back.

"I can't wear a bra with this." I said.

"Not a problem." he grinned.

"Uh, yeah it is." I said.

"Fine." he said and suddenly I felt my breasts being lifted.

"Look I can actively see that you are not touching me so please explain to me why my tits are just sitting up on their own." I said.

"Magic is the easy answer." he said. "Now you ready?"

"Hell no!" I said. "You mean to tell me all this years, I could've had my tits sitting where they are now and NOT being wearing and over the shoulder bolder holder?!"

"Never heard it put quite like that but yeah sure. You know, if you have demon powers." he shrugged.

"Shit." I said honestly shocked. "Who do I gotta fuck to get that magic for the rest of my life?"

His grin was massive and I honestly couldn't blame him.

I set that one up and walked right into it.

"I mean, if you're taking applications just tell me when and where." he said.

I couldn't help but giggle at him and soon we were materializing in a different location again.

"If I keep hanging out with you I am going to get so much bigger than I already am. And so lazy." I joked. "I don't have to walk anywhere. I don't have to wear a bra. Didn't even have to get dressed by myself today. Fat and lazy- that's my new life goal."

"I got you, babe." he chuckled.

"How very Sonny and Cher of you." I remarked.

"And for the record, you're perfect the way you are. I love it. However, no one would have anything nasty to say about a gorgeously engorged sex kitten." he growled.

"Well, someone has a kink." I said.

"You have no idea." he said.

And he was right.

I had no idea what I was going to discover about Drew, the netherealm and everything in between.

But man, I was ready to find out.

Hello, darlings! I hope you like this next installment of Drew the Demon! What delicious adventures they'll get up to!

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probably-writing-x · 5 years

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Truth tells.

"You're what?!" You can't stop the words that escape your lips as you jump forward in the seat with sheer excitement.

"Shhhh!" Aaliyah widens her eyes, flicking to glance over her shoulder before focusing back on you, "Please, please don't say anything,"

With the pleading in her tone, it's impossible to say no.

"You're not going to tell him?" You frown, scratching at the back of your neck, "Aaliyah, honey, I never lie to-"

She stops you before you continue, "I know. But I really like this guy and I don't want Shawn to ruin anything by being too..."

"Too Shawn," You roll your eyes, "I get it,"

Currently, you were sat opposite your near enough sister in law as she confessed to you that she'd been asked on a date. And, now, she was begging you to help her out.

"I just need you to make up a reason why you can drop me off and then he can drive me home, okay?" She sighs, her eyes far too innocent for you to say anything to object.

"Alright, but we need to leave soon if you want to be there on time," You nod, "Go! Go get ready!"

She lets out an involuntary squeal before hurrying upstairs to get ready for the big night. You let out a deep exhale and already begin to feel the guilt set in about lying to your boyfriend.

"Hey beautiful," The familiar voice begins as he walks into the lounge of his family home, "Should we get going soon?"

Before you can reply, Shawn's arms wrap around your shoulders from behind, his tall form dropping so his head could rest beside yours.

"I was actually thinking I'd meet you back home," You say, hands instinctively reaching up so you could run your fingers through his hair, "I wanted to take Aaliyah to see about that dress for her birthday and they're selling out pretty fast so-"

Shawn hums and turns his head so that his lips ghost your cheek, "You're so sweet, darling,"

You chuckle and shake your head, feeling the lump already form in your throat from lying to those irresistible eyes.

"I'll see you back at ours then," He mumbles and presses soft kisses to your jaw, "Don't leave me alone for too long," He jokes, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck.

"Of course not, babe," You turn and catch his lips against yours before hopping up from the couch, "I'll go see if she's ready to go,"

~~~

Despite the guilt from your lack of truth to Shawn, the plan had gone relatively smoothly. You'd dropped Aaliyah off at the restaurant and made sure the boy was there for her, thankful when you saw the beaming smile on his face as soon as she walked close.

And now, you were walking up the driveway to the house you shared with Shawn.

"Hey honey, I'm back," You call as the front door shuts behind you, "They didn't have the dress but we've seen a few nice ones so there are still options,"

Oh god, could this lie be over already?

You can see Shawn in the kitchen but he doesn't respond.

"Did you ask your parents about giving us a lift to the airport? I know it's still a few weeks away bu-" You continue to ramble but stop when you realise your boyfriend hasn't even glanced up from his phone since you'd walked in, "Babe?"

You couldn't remember the last time you'd come home and Shawn hadn't instinctively welcomed you with a kiss. In fact, it was like a rule in your relationship that he did so.

"Are you alright?" You let your brows fall to a frown.

Your instant reaction was one of worry, of course.

"Hmm?" He glances up, eyes partially void of their normal warmth, "What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine,"

"Okay," You reply with laced caution, "Well, it's the first Friday of the month which means it's rom-com night! You pick the movie and I'll get the snacks,"

"You can choose," Shawn shrugs, standing up and going to walk past you, "I'll watch whatever,"

As he walks past, your lips pucker like you expect him to kiss you but they are met with the harsh touch of empty air instead.

What the fuck was wrong with this kid?!

Nonetheless, you grab the popcorn and opt for a random Netflix romance film, settling down onto the couch beside him to watch it. Normally, Shawn would make grabby hands at you as soon as you walked in and he would engulf you in his hug. Or he would yawn and settle his head over your lap so you could play with his hair and, every so often, dot the brown curls with delicate kisses.

"Are you okay?" You ask instinctively, unable to brush off the worry seeping through you.

"I'm fine," He mumbles and did he just roll his eyes?!

You let your eyes linger on him for a moment longer before forcing them back to the screen and focusing solely on the really shit storyline.

~~~

In the last half of the movie, Shawn stuffs his phone into his pocket and stands up, "I'm going to bed,"

"Shawn what ar-"

"Are you alright locking up?" He interrupts instantly.

You pause and blink once, twice, "Uhh, yeah yeah that's fine,"

Again, you didn't remember the last time that Shawn didn't lock up the house before the two of you went to bed - always having a flare of protectiveness that he couldn't shift.

However, tonight, he nods and makes his way upstairs to the room you shared - leaving you to lock up the house and follow with a deepset worry in your chest about what had happened and where your loving boyfriend had gone.

~~~

Climbing into bed was even worse, as soon as your weight dipped onto the bed, Shawn was quick to shift to face away from you, one arm tucking under the pillow.

"Are you kidding me Shawn?" You sigh, more fed up than worried by now, "First you don't kiss me when I came home, then you sit on your phone all through movie night, you go upstairs before I do and now you're going to bed without talking to me?"

Shawn grunts some sort of incoherent reply.

"You know you were the one that set up these little traditions and now you're pissed so you're acting like it's nothing," You continue, hoping your anger would spark some in him.

"Well maybe I thought not lying was a tradition too but I guess not," Shawn snaps, grabbing his phone from the nightstand and handing it over, shifting himself to sit up in the bed, bringing his knees up.

When you look down at the phone, it was open on a conversation of him and one of his school friends. Specifically, there was a screenshot the friend had sent him. From his little brother. And it was none other than a photo of Aaliyah sat across the table from him - on their date.

"You took her on a date and you lied to me," Shawn mumbles with sadness washing his syllables.

You take a deep sigh before beginning, "Shawn I think there's two parts to this, okay?"

He glances up but not at you.

"I should've told you, I know, because we don't lie to each other and I hated doing it, god knows I'm terrible at lying!" You try to laugh a little, "Remember the time I tried to surprise you on tour for the first time?"

He can't help but faintly smile, "I was on the phone to you for forty one seconds before you told me,"

"So you know I wouldn't want to lie to you," You turn things back to the situation, "But Aaliyah's a teenage girl who got asked on a date and I wanted it to go well for her, is that so bad?"

"You could've told me," He grumbles, "I would've been okay with it," His jaw clenches as he speaks.

"Now you're the one that's lying," You scoff, shifting in the bed so your positioning was identical to his, with inches still between you.

"She's my little sister, I don't want to see her dating some random guy," He states, dragging a hand through his curls, "He could be an asshole,"

"Shawn, when I first started dating you my brother was the same. In fact, I didn't tell him we were dating until everybody else already knew because I knew what he'd be like," You confess, "And, to me, it was ridiculous. Here I was dating this incredible guy and all he could think of was the worst,"

"So you think I'm being selfish? Pathetic?"

"No, I actually think you're completely justified. Because you're her brother. But from her perspective it isn't like that. She's going on a date with a boy she likes and she's scared to let her brother get in the way of that," You explain, "So I had to help her. Because I know what it's like to be in her shoes,"

Shawn swallows and you can tell he feels guilty for how he reacted.

"And, fuck, it was worth it to lie to my brother if it meant I could go on dating you," You laugh, "So maybe it will be worth it for Aaliyah and this guy. And, if not, well, I'll be there to handle that one too,"

You push down his legs and swing yourself round to sit atop his thick thighs, facing his blushing cheeks.

"I'm sorry for overreacting," He nibbles at his lip, "I should've kissed you when you came in and I should've cuddled on the couch and I sh-"

You silence him with a much awaited kiss, cupping his jaw and holding him against your lips as his hands move to pull your waist as close to him as humanly possible.

"You were just being a pouty boy," You mock, pouting your lips and letting out a light chuckle.

He rolls his eyes and kneads your hips in his grasp, "I don't appreciate you enough, you know?"

"Oh, god, I know," You joke with a shake of your head, "But, hey, I couldn't ask for more,"

He hums and kisses you once again, running his hands to slightly south of your hips and moans a little against your mouth, evidently fed up of acting distant.

~~~

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dynowrites · 5 years

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“I could really eat something.” - with Sonny? Please?

Sonny sighed as he unlocked the door to the apartment. He had switched shifts with and worked an afternoon/evening patrolling Staten Island but the shift went over his hours. A bar fight happened and Sonny was first to respond to it then had to call for backup since it got out of hand. He was stuck at the scene for what felt like several hours before he got to go home. As he opened the door, he heard a soft meow.

“Hey there, Sox.” Sonny chuckled as he spotted the cat chilling on the couch. The cat jumped off the couch and rushed over to his owner and began to rub himself against his legs. He chuckled softly and picked up the cat to give him a soft kiss on the top of his head.

“Sonny…?” He heard a female voice call. He looked up from Sox and saw his fiancé walking into the living room.

“Did I wake you, Soph? I’m sorry.” Sonny called out. Sophia smiled some as she walked over to him and kissed his cheek.

“You’re fine, babe. I couldn’t sleep. I was worrying about you.” Sophia said as she took Sox from him and placed a few kisses to his head before placing him back on the couch.

“I could really eat something right now. I was trying to get dinner when I got the call that took me all night.” Sonny signed as he kicked his shoes off and headed to the bedroom to change.

“I made chicken stir-fry with the wok your sister bought us. I’ll warm it up for you.” Sophia called as she quickly headed to the fridge where all the leftovers were. Sophia got to quick work heating up the wok and poured everything into it.

Sophia hummed softly as she cooked for Sonny. Sonny decided to jump in the shower quickly before heading to the kitchen in sweatpants to smile at Sophia. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her from behind and placed a kiss on her cheek.

“Thank you, Sophia. Really, doll. What would I do without you?” Sonny said as he buried his face in her neck. Sophia smiled some and placed her free hand on top of his.

“Probably be making a salami sandwich and call it a night.” Sophia teased as Sonny began laughing and nodding.

“You’re probably right. That does sound like me. And you, baby, you make sure I actually eat.” Sonny said as he looked at the wok of food. Sophia grabbed a bowl and filled it for Sonny. He placed a small kiss to her lips before grabbing a fork and eating his dinner.

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thatonecurlygirl · 5 years

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i loves the Dodd’s fic! it was great. i promise this is the last fic I’ll bother you for🤣 maybe how the SVU boys react to your your big curly hair since you’re their first black gf? Ilyyy so much!🥰❤️

A/N: Oh, babe don’t worry about bothering me. I love your requests 😘. Sorry it took so long to get this out, love ya though 🖤.

Dodds:

The two of you lounge on the couch drinking beers and watching the late night movie you decided to turn on as the two of you Desiree from the hectic days that you had at work.

You lay with your knees to chest and head resting on Mike’s chest as he lazily slouches on the couch. His long fingers massaging your scalp and twirl your locks of curls around them.

“What?” You question as he chuckles.

“You have the perfect curl right here.” He smiles, gently pulling the curl out and watching it bounce back into place, a tight spring of hair. “Your hair is amazing.”

Smiling, you lay your head on his lap, nuzzling into him as his fingers dive back into your curls, playing with your hair until you both fall asleep uncomfortably on the plush couch.

Sonny:

“What are you doing in there?” Sonny asks, passing the bathroom door as he heads to your shared bedroom.

Eyes squinted, you look in the mirror, attempting to measure your hair perfectly as you pull the curl out and slowly let it spring back together. With your other hand, you bring the scissors more than halfway between the curl and let out a cautious sigh at you bring the blades together and with a SNIP, three-fourths of the curl is gone.

“Cutting my hair.” You say nonchalantly as you take another curl awaiting the cut.

Like the last few curls cut, you stretch this one out too, fulling it down in front of your face and attempting to measure them properly alongside the other curls.

“You are doing what?” Sonny peeks around the corner, eyes wide. “Don’t cut your hair.”

“I’m just cutting my bangs. Get out, I’ll show you when I’m done.”

You push him out of the bathroom before closing and locking the door. You can hear him shifting from foot to foot on the other side of the door as you turn back to the mirror.

“Don’t you think maybe you should go to the salon?.” He asks from the other side of the door.

“Thanks, Sonny, but it’s going to look great. Just wait and see.”

Snip. Another curl falls onto the towel you have lain across the sink. The cut locks begin to spring back and take on the form of bangs as you finish the last couple of curls. You use to cut your bangs all the time when you were younger and you were beginning to miss the way your hair looked like that so you decided to spontaneously cut it.

Once finished, you stand in the mirror, admiring your work. You still got it. If you hadn’t obviously known that you cut them yourself, you would have absolutely believed it was cut by a professional, not some woman who was bored after work and put scissors to her hair.

“What do you think?” You pull the door open, standing in front of Sonny who hadn’t moved an inch from when you closed the door.

“Oh wow.” His hands instantly to your hair. “You did a great job. You look beautiful.” He smiles leaning in and kissing your forehead.

“Thanks, Sonny.”

He just smiles back, “I really like your hair like that.”

Amaro:

“My arms feel like jello.” You groan shaking your fatigued arms as you step under the water. “I haven’t played softball in years. I probably should have stretched before too.”

“Sounds like you need to jump in a few more games.” Nick chuckles, following you into the shower.

The water is warm, helping to loosen up your tight muscles that Nick has begun to massage. Sighing you lean your head back to rest on his chest as he kisses the side of your head.

“Grab me the conditioner, I’ll wash your hair.” He says softly into your ear, pointing over to your big bottle of conditioner.

“You are the best boyfriend ever,” You smile.

Nick just smiles and takes a handful of conditioner, massaging it into your wet hair and scalp as you stand just outside of the water’s reach. If you weren’t standing you would have probably fallen asleep at his fingers working the conditioner through your hair.

“God, I love your hair.”

“My hair?” You giggle, turning to face him, handing him your detangling brush as you do.

“Yeah, it’s beautiful.” He awes.

“You just want some of this booty.” You joke as he gently begins to brush the knots and tangles from your hair.

“That I do.” He laughs, gently smacking your wet behind. “That, I do.”

Stone:

You’ve spent the last hour shuffling through your closet to find the perfect outfit to wear to a business dinner you are accompanying Peter to the following day. You finally decided on the nice black blouse tucked into the form-fitting tan skirt and black heels. You separate the clothing from the rest of the closet, hanging it neatly up on the back of the bedroom door, black heels set neatly in the corner of the room.

“Now where is it?” You ask yourself, heading back to your shared closet as you search for your straightener. “Hi, Pete!” You call out, hearing the front door open and close.

“Hey.” He calls back, going through his routine and putting his work stuff in his home office and taking his shoes and jacket off. “What are you doing?” He asks, peeking his head in the closet as he walks into your room.

“Trying to find my straighter, so that I can straighten my hair for tomorrow.” You say over your shoulder.

“Wait, why?”

“Because we have that dinner tomorrow and I want to look nice.” You shrug.

Peter walks in behind you, gently grabbing your waist and pulling you toward him. He grabs him big, sting arms around you, nuzzling in and resting his chin on the crook of your neck.

“You look stunning with your hair curly. Your curly hair is beautiful.” He assures you. “Plus, you hate straightening your hair.”

“Yeah, but I figured I could go a little over and beyond.” You shrug, turning to face him.

“You even attending the dinner with me is going over and beyond. You be you, okay? I want you to be comfortable.” He leans in, gently pressing his lips to yours. “You have a big personality and big, amazing hair. Own it.”

“Thanks, Pete.”

“Anytime.” He kisses your forehead. “Now, let order some Thai.”

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carisi-dreams · 5 years

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From the 100 ways to crush your soul prompt list, could you do either: 63. "Let it all out babe, just let it all out." OR 67. "It was my fault. I know it was my fault." with mc!Nick x Reader, please? I am interested to know their conversation about the terrible assault. Love all the AUs especially the mc.

thank you! I love this verse so much aftermath which happens shortly after the assault and before the shooting, but we can have something even closer to being right after they got home as well.

tw: allusions to sexual assault

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Shell shocked. That was the best way to describe how you felt as Sonny’s old lady pushed a prescription into your hand alongside a small pill box. She’d swiped a few extras of everything you needed to take, but you’d need to get the full prescriptions filled. You, uh, where was your car? It was hard to follow a train of thought and you snapped back to the present as she was speaking.

“— directions. If you have any questions, just ask me. If you need me to come by, or just want me to come by, just send me a text or call. Doesn’t matter the time okay?” She looked at you expectedly with an even expression. There was no pity or caution, just professionalism and friendship, and you were fiercely grateful for her.

In response, you wrapped your arms around her and tugged her into a hug. She fell into it easily, wrapping her arms around your back and rubbing in soothing circles. The two of you didn’t say anything, you just stood there holding on for dear life and trying to find the strength to leave this curtained off room. You knew Nick was on the other side of it along with Sonny. You didn’t want to see them, couldn’t think of facing anyone.

“Tell me what you need,” she said lowly in your ear.

“I don’t—I don’t. I wish this was a bad dream,” you gasped.

“I know.”

“I don’t know how to do this.”

“One hour at a time. You have support, you have support, okay?” She pulled back, but kept her arms on your shoulders. “I’m here. Sonny and I are both here, whatever you both need. Don’t hesitate at all.”

You nodded once and she rubbed her hands briskly up and down your arms before gesturing to the curtain.

“Let’s get you home.”

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The bag of pills was clutched in your hand like a lifeline. It creased and balled up in your hand, but you still gripped it harder. You felt…dirty…and you needed to take a shower and scrub and burn these clothes and sleep for about a hundred years.

You startled when Nick’s hand brushed your elbow and he raised his hand by his side in apology before unlocking the front door. He held it open for you, but made no other move to touch. you. You attempted to give him a grateful smile, but your mouth felt stiff. Your vocal chords were raw from yelling and you licked your lips as you looked around the living room. It still looked the same. Everything was the same and it did not feel fair that everything else got to stay the same while you were here irreversibly altered. You felt anger, for the first time yet, and you roughly toed off your shoes.

“Shower.” It was the only word you could get out.

“Okay,” Nick replied in a quiet voice. “Want me to run it for you?”

You shook your head and began shrugging out of your clothes.

“You need to eat a little something, or try. Want me to get one of the prospects to get you some soup? Chicken noodle, ramen, pho? Whatever you want,” Nick tried again.

You knew what you wanted and it was not soup, but you bit back the reply that wanted to lash out like a whip. This was not his fault and you felt lucky he could even look at you. You felt dirty and used and you began inching down the hall as you replied.

“Pho is fine,” you replied stiffly. “Thank you.”

You got a few feet down the hall before his words stopped you.

“It was my fault. I know it was my fault.”

You paused, but kept your back to him.

“Be angry with me. Whatever you need, okay? I—whatever you need.” His voice was anguished and you felt your bottom lip quiver.

You shook your head. “This wasn’t your fault,” you managed to choke out shakily. “I’m not angry with you.” It took an inordinate amount of energy to say those words, but they were the truth.

“If you need to talk or yell or hit something or—”

“I need a shower, Nick,” you interrupted. You gathered your courage and glanced back over your shoulder. “Please. I don’t want to talk or even think. I just…want a shower.”

He nodded and with a last glance at him you turned and continued down the hall.

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years

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Cherry Pie

Little bit of ADA Carisi sexiness for my babes @detective-giggles

Warnings: Smut and stripper poles.

WC: 2253

Enjoy x

Sonny thought he knew everything about you, you had been his partner and crush since you both started at SVU the same year. You had been through a lot together and both having feelings for each other but too scared to admit it. He knew you were into fitness you always had been, but you could also inhale his ma's cannoli’s, have a burger and fries and go out drinking all in one day and just work out twice as hard the next. You used to do kick boxing with Nick, you helped Amanda get back into shape after the girls and you helped Liv find a personal trainer because you were too busy with work to do it for her.

Sonny walked back into your brown stone after walking Liv and Amanda to their cars after dinner and drinks at your place. You had everyone over to celebrate a big win that Sonny had in court that week. Sonny knew your brown stone well. You had inherited it from you grandparents. He had been there too many times to count over the years, even staying there for a week while his apartment was getting painted. He was there more often now he as ADA not seeing you as much during a working day now he was at 1 Hogan Place.

He knew the basement was you’re at home gym, but he never had the need nor had you ever taken him down there cause well you both never thought about it. He walked back in the door closing and locking it. When he heard music coming from down stairs. He walked along the hall to the door to the down stairs stair case, all the lights on. He could hear Kat murmuring just over the music. He started to make his way downstairs hearing "Cherry Pie" more clearly every step he took. As he got to the bottom steps seeing the space more clearly he almost chocked.

The basement was a massive space covered in blue soft mat flooring. The back corner had two punching bags hanging from the roof, next to the stairs in front of a roof to floor length mirror was a treadmill and exercise bike. Along the left hand wall, shelves of different trophies that you had won over the years and smack bang in the middle of the room two sliver stripper poles in front of the right hand wall that was all mirrored with some weights down the back corner.

Sonny's heart beat speed up when he seen you do a hand stand wrapping your legs around the pole and pulling your upper body up wrapping your hands around it so you were close to the roof. You spun around a couple of times sliding down slightly, then flipping back to place your hands on the floor, your t shirt falling showing off your belly, letting go of the pole with your legs and flipping over to stand.

"Carisi" you heard Kat say over the music. You looked over at Sonny his eyes wide and mouth opened as you stood up.

"When you think you know someone" Sonny chuckled stepping down off the step to look at the trophies "You’re a champion pole dancer" it was more a statement then a question.

"And a trainer" Kat butted in.

"Wait- what?" Sonny spun around looking at you "Where do you find the time?"

"I only train people for competitions or when annoying friends want classes" you looked over at Kat with a giggle "your bags there, don't forget it next time."

Kat walked down a bit picking up her bag and looking at her smart watch, "I better go, my Uber is here" Kat walk over and hugged you and high fived Sonny,

"Want me walk you out?"

"Na all good, thanks Sonny" Kat walked up the stairs two at a time and you heard the front door shut. You turned down the music slightly and grabbed a rag to wipe down the pole,

"How long have you been doing this?" Sonny made his way towards you.

"5 years" you smiled at him as you ran the rag down the pole.

"How didn't I know about this?" he scoffed putting his hands on his hips.

"You never asked Dominick. It's something an SVU Detective shouldn’t be broad casting anyway"

Sonny watched your hands making their way up and down the pole and shifted on his feet crossing his arms in front of himself,

"Show me" Sonny’s voice was husky.

"What?"

"Show me-please" Sonny half smiled.

You took some steps forward standing almost flush with him looking up into his crystal blue eyes.

"Is that what friends do?"

"Who said anything about friends?" Sonny lent down his lips meeting yours softly and briefly pulling away.

"After all these years you make a move after seeing me on the pole?" You raised an eye brow at him smirking. Sonny went all red reaching for the back of his neck rubbing it "I'm kidding Sonny" you placed your hands on his hips "It's about time" you stood on your tippy toes kissing him softly again. Sonny’s hands moved to rest on either side of your neck pulling you into him. The kiss deepened and you both stayed like that for a long moment before pulling away,

"How much do you want me to show you?" You purred.

"Show me everything ya got"

"Give me five minutes" you peaked his lips and bolted up the stairs.

Sonny scanned over the trophies trying to figure out how after all these years he didn't know about this when he heard your footsteps coming down the stairs and seen your legs before he seen the rest of you.

"I-wow" Sonny scanned your body.

As you walked down the stairs he seen your black short shorts with 3 frills on the leg hem two pink squinted material layered with a black. 3 pink buttons down both hips at the front and a pink squinted boob tube bra with black straps, your hair down around you and pink lip stick. You giggled and made your way over to him running your pointer finger a long his jaw kissing his chin before walking next to the stairs to grab a fold up chair and handing it to him. Sonny took it off you walking to the mirror and unfolding the chair and sitting down with his back to the mirror while you changed cd's on the player.

"My shoes are getting repaired, so I'll just have to show you without them" you looked over your shoulder as "Buttons" by the pussy-cat dolls filled the room. You made your way over to the pole and started a routine that you had won your last championship with.

Sonny had to remember to breathe. He watched on with eyes wide and mouth dropped open as he watched you flip, spin, twirl and he was shocked at how flexible you were with your leg splits. A couple of times you looked at him winking or smiling and he had to cross his legs so you didn't see his bulge in his pants. The song finish and you landed sliding down the pole to stand a big smile on your face,

"That was good" Sonny cleared his throat.

"Thank you. I won a champion ship with that" you titled your head to the side trying to look cute.

Sonny smirked and stood up making his way over to you wrapping an arm around your waist pulling you in. You could feel his hardness on your thigh.

"Was it that good Counselor?" You looked up at him through your eyelashes biting your bottom lip.

Sonny chuckled moving his hand behind your neck pulling your lips to his, pushing his hips into you. You let a hand run down between both your bodies cupping him through his pants giving him a slight squeeze. Sonny grunted into your mouth pulling away to get his breath,

"So if your my girlfriend" he gasped as you squeezed him lightly again "Do I get my own private shows?" He rolled his hips into your hand.

"Hmmm-only if you’re a good boy Dominick" you stood up on your tippy toes running your tongue along his bottom lip. You pulled back and winked at him.

You made quick work of undoing his belt buckle, button and zipper sinking to your knees pulling them down as you went. You were taken back at his long thick size and looked up at him smiling, his cheeks going slightly red.

You parted you lips taking him into your mouth, the heat pooling rapidly at your core feeling him on your tongue. Years of fantasies finally coming true. Sonny moaned threading a hand into your hair gently, his head dropping back, eyes shut as you worked on him with your mouth. Your tongue running up the underside to his tip licking around it, going back down to his base till he hit the back of your throat making your way back up again cheeks hollowed.

Sonny tugged your hair slightly and you pulled off with a pop, you went to open your mouth when he sunk to his knees putting his hands either side of your neck pulling you in for a deep needy kiss. Your hands on Sonny’s chest moved to his shirt buttons starting to undo them. He was grateful he lost his tie and vest hours ago. As you undone the last button you ran your hands up Sonny's stomach to his chest. He gasped in your mouth and pulled away sitting on his hunches,

"What's wrong?" You searched his face worried "Do you want to stop?"

"No" Sonny took a deep breath getting back up on his knees pulling you into him "I always wondered what it would like with you and I regret not making a move sooner" his lips crashed on yours his tongue darting in your mouth as you wrapped a hand around his length. Sonny rested his forehead to yours moaning as your hand ran up and down his length.

You pulled your head away and started to kiss down Sonny's neck. One of his hands threading into your hair the other resting on the exposed skin of your middle. As you got to Sonny's collar bone you nipped him slightly after you kissed him. Sonny growled and pulled back,

"Turn around" his voice was deep and it excited you.

You done as he asked crawling around so your back was to him. He spread your legs apart with his knee making his way between them so your back was too his chest. He snaked an arm around you running down from your bra into your pants and panties running his fingers along your wet folds kissing your neck,

"So wet for me babe" Sonny nipped your ear lobe all you could do is nod "I need to get a condom from my wallet" he breathed into your ear. You shook your head,

"I have an IUD and I'm clean"

"I’ am clean"

Sonny pulled his hand out of your pants hooking his fingers on the waist of them tugging them down to your bent knees. Sonny’s hand run up your naked thigh to your breast and cupping a boob through your bra feeling how hard your nipple was.

"Sonny" you said breathless "I need you" you moaned.

Sonny removed his hands from you pushing you forward onto all fours from between your shoulder blades resting his hands on your hips. Sonny ran the head of his cock along your opening before he slid in half way. You groaned your head falling forward at the way he stretched you. You pushed your hips back into him so he bottom out.

"I want you so bad Y/N" Sonny started to roll his hips into you.

"I'm yours Dominick"

The way you said his name, so thick with lust, Sonny started to snap his hips into you pulling you back into him by your hips. Skin on skin and moans from you both filled the room. Although Sonny was pulling you back into him, you pushed back just as hard. His cock hitting a spot that no one ever had before. Sonny let go of one hip reaching under you to find your sensitive pearl rubbing it with his pointer finger. Your arms began to shake and you dropped down on your forearms your head turning towards the mirror.

"Sonny" you moaned "Look"

Sonny turned his head locking eyes with you in the mirror the whole image too much to handle as you screamed and balled your hands into fists on the padded floor your release crashing over you, you saw stars. Sonny slammed into you one last time while looking in the mirror at your face and he grunted loud your name leaving his lips as he came deep inside you.

He pulled out and you both collapsed on the floor next to each other both sweaty and out of breath. Sonny rolled over kissing your naked shoulder as he zipped himself away and you pulled everything back up. You both laid there shoulder to shoulder staring at the roof,

“If I’ am going to be your girlfriend, maybe you should only get a show on special occasions”

Sonny rolled over resting his top half on yours cupping your cheek kissing you lightly on the lips,

“Does a first date classify as a special occasion?”

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