Ghost!au bitches //
The sound of his door opening jerks Sonny awake, fumbling for his gun before he can even see what’s going on. His eyes take a moment to adjust to the faint glow that seems to be emanating from the figure. Shakily pointing his gun at the figure, he uses his free hand to turn on a light.
“Hey, relax,” says a too-familiar voice. “First of all, I’m bulletproof… but please, don’t shoot me. The noise and the hole in your wall are too much trouble.”
Sonny turns on the lamp finally and sees Mike standing in front of him, warm as the last morning they shared together a couple of months ago. He’s wearing a big jacket and a pair of Sonny’s sweatpants and mismatched socks, just like that morning. His cheeks are slightly pink like he’s just woken up, hair messy with perpetual cowlick.
“Mikey?”
“I know. I know it’s weird, and you probably have questions, but just- just- I need to see you. I’ve missed you.”
My heart.
SVU addict 