wow this is such a good question. this was really tough because both of them made the decision so early on to be in the club and never really looked back.
nick: maybe a boxer or football player? something physical, I think
sonny: full time carpenter with his own shop & staff and mini showroom some where in the suburbs having a quiet life and being so proud of his girl for saving lives every day
Request: A Sonny imagine where he comes home after a long shift to find the reader sleeping on his couch in his sweatshirt and he just chuckles, grabs a blanket and curls up next to her
Your phone pinged, without looking up from your computer you grabbed the device, unlocking it.
Caught a case, might be a bit later tonight. Maybe we can just get take out? I promise we’ll get out another night this week. I’m sorry, I love you.
Hand that had been previously typing paused and you frowned, typing out a quick text message in return.
You don’t need to apologize, love. We can watch a movie, I’ve been dying for Chinese anyway.
You tried not to pout as you tossed your phone down and attempted to get back into work. You felt selfish for feeling disappointed that your original dinner date with your boyfriend was cancelled. The excitement to do something had been most of your driving force for the day.
Not that you didn’t understand; work sometimes did have to come first. Sonny was dedicated to his job, and you loved him for it. It took a lot from him, but he was always there for you when it truly mattered most.
Chinese it is, doll. You pick the movie, I’ll pick the food up on my way home.
He was good to you. You smiled, pausing from your work once more.
Love you. Text me when you’re close to leaving and I’ll order.
You did you best to get as much work done that day as you could, even staying a bit late since you were now in no rush to get home.
By the time you were stepping out of the cab and onto the sidewalk in front of your shared apartment it was nearly seven and there was no text from Sonny. As you climbed the stairs you toyed with the idea of texting him before shaking your head and putting your phone back into your pocket. He’s working, he’ll text soon.
Your stomach growled as you kicked off your shoes and collapsed onto the sofa. You were laying still for maybe a minute before your phone pinged and you jumped to read the message.
Tesoro-
You stopped reading for a moment and briefly closed your eyes preparing for the worse. That was a term of endearment you usually only heard when something was wrong.
I don’t think I’m going to make dinner. Order without me, I’ll reheat it when I get home and we can still watch a movie. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you.
This was part of the life you lived with Sonny. You understood, of course you did. He did things everyday at work that you didn’t even want to imagine. And that meant sometimes he had to cancel plans. Of course you understood, but god you missed your boyfriend.
It’s okay. I’ll get your usual. Please be safe. I love you.
Dinner was alright, it didn’t quite hit the spot like it should have, and Sonny’s container remained untouched. You checked your phone several times even though you knew the volume was on, just in case.
Of course you worried. You worried about the man you loved every moment he was out of your sight. He spend his days chasing down some of the most vial people in New York. But that was just another part of this all.
You got up around 10 to put your dishes away and change from your work clothes into a pair of pajama bottoms, stealing a sweatshirt from Sonny’s drawer and pulling it on. You grinned as the sleeves fell well past your hands and his smell enveloped you.
Padding back out to your sofa, now much more comfortable you settled in deciding to watch one of your shows while you waited for Sonny, yet it wasn’t even five minutes later before you were out cold.
The ding from you phone around midnight didn’t wake you. Neither did the sound of the key turning in the lock around half and hour later.
Sonny entered the dark apartment, the only light meeting him was the glow of the television. He assumed you’d be asleep when he got home, especially when you didn’t respond to his leaving text. However Sonny was surprised to see you dozing on your sofa curled up and wearing his favorite Fordham sweatshirt.
Sonny walked passed you, resisting the urge to just collapse into you. God he’s missed you so much lately. Yet he still took himself to the bedroom, locking his gun in the safe before changing into pajamas and pulling the duvet from the bed.
Sonny returned to the living room, turning the tv down before easing himself onto the sofa. He tried his best to shift you over without disturbing you from your sleep but the moment the couch dipped under his weight your eyes cracked open and your hands moved to find him in the dark.
“Shh, go back to sleep.” Sonny murmured, and you allowed him to shift you closer to the back of the sofa, making room for him to lay beside you; your bodies melting together on the small sofa. You snuggled up to Sonny nuzzling your face into the soft cotton of his t-shirt as he pulled the blanket around both your frames.
“What time is it?” You murmured and Sonny’s arm found it’s way around you, fingers gently tracing patterns on your back.
“Almost two.” You hummed in disprovel.
“What time do you need to be back?” the words were whispered, hand balling some of the fabric from his soft shirt. Being surrounded by the real Sonny blew the smell and feeling of his sweatshirt straight out of the water. Sonny signed slightly and you felt him shift so he could press a kiss to the top of your head.
“Before you wake up. Boss lady sent me home for a few hours to rest up.” You wanted to ask what was going on, if he was okay, did he think they’d get whoever’s doing whatever. But you were tired, and Sonny was tired and all that mattered for the next few hours was each other’s arms.
“Love you.” Sonny kissed your head again, fingers still gently rubbing your back through his sweatshirt.
“Love you too, doll. Go back to sleep. I’ll wake you up before I leave.” You knew he wouldn’t, he never did. But for right now that was okay. Everything was okay.
Just something to make your day/night a bit sweeter….. 😘😍
“Mrs. Stone. Your husband is here to see you,” Eli, your assistant informed you over the intercom. “Y/N?” Eli said your name when you didn’t answer.
“Tell him I’m in with a client, please.” You hated to ask him to lie to you but you just really didn’t want to see Peter.
A few seconds later the door to your office swung open. Peter was standing in the threshold. “We need to talk.” He closed the door behind him. You saw Eli behind him mouth ‘sorry’ before the door shut.
“Kinda busy right now,” you said as you turned your attention back to the file in your hand. As far you were concerned Peter could go take a flying leap.
Peter rounded your desk, taking the file folder from your hand. “This is serious.”
You sighed then looked up at him. Exhaustion and stress were evident in the dark circles and disheveled appearance. “What is so important that you had to interrupt my work day, but couldn’t bother to come home last night or call me?” you questioned, leaning back in your chair, resting your hands on your belly.
He leaned against your desk, his gaze dropping to your very pregnant form. “Last night when I was at the bar with Fin a woman approached us. She looked like she had seen a ghost when she saw me. I didn’t recognize her at first. She accused me of sexually assaulting her.”
The breath went out of your lungs. All you could do was stare at him. When you finally regained your composure you asked him, “And when did this happen?”
“It didn’t happen,” he snapped. “I have never-I would nev-”
You arched an eyebrow at him. “That’s not how I meant it, Peter.”
“Sorry. I’m-just…12 years ago.”
It was a couple years before the two of you had met which gave you a bit of relief. “Okay. What happened?”
Peter pushed off your desk and started pacing around your office. He stopped, looking at the family pictures you had displayed on the wall. He ran a finger over the glass of the most recent picture. “It was a late-season game. We went to a bar. A group of us decided to go back to my hotel room. We all had been drinking…a lot. Me and this girl. We were making out-”
“I get the picture.” You held a hand up halting any more details.
“Anyway, when I woke up I was by myself. I called her the next day. She said never contact her again, or she’d go to the police because I raped her. I swear I didn’t do anything.” Peter ran his hand through his hair.
“Wow. Peter. This is…What else did she say?”
“She smacked me across the face and left. That’s when I left and went to Fin’s we had a few more drinks. I passed out. Woke up on his couch,” he explained. “Say something, please.”
“What would you like me to say? I’m in shock here, Peter.”
“Tell me that you believe me. That you trust me,” he pleaded.
“Of course I believe you,” you reassured him. You pushed yourself up from your chair to stand in front of Peter and took his hands.
“I going to ask Liv to open an investigation,” Peter informed you.
“Wait. What? No. You can’t do that.” That was the last thing you expected to hear. When you tried to let go of his hands, his grip tightened.
“I have to clear this up. Whatever she thinks she did, she’s wrong. I can’t have this like a black cloud hanging over me,” he explained apologetically. Peter’s face was a bevy of emotion. He had made up his mind you knew that there was no changing it.
“You’re sure this is what you want?” He nodded his head. “Then I support you, whatever you need to do.”
Peter pulled you to him, engulfing you in his arms. “I love you,” he murmured into your neck.
“Where’s Liv?” you asked as you stormed into the precinct.
She stepped out of her office. “Y/N. Everything okay?”
“You arrested Peter?”
“I had no choice,” Liv said softly.
“You had no choice? Are you kidding me?” Your voice became louder, drawing attention from the rest of the precinct. Sonny came up beside you and placed a hand on your shoulder. “We have two children at home. I’m pregnant.” You started crying. “He didn’t do this, Liv. He’s the one who asked you to open an investigation. Do you not believe him? Isn’t he credible?”
Liv stood not saying a word.
You shook your head and wiped the tears from your eyes. “Unbelievable. And you call yourself a friend. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go to my husband’s arraignment.”
“I’ll come with ya,” Sonny offered as he grabbed his coat and followed you out of the station.
The judge granted Peter ROR, thankfully. Peter wanted to stop for coffee and muffins on the way home. While you were standing in line a man started conversing with Peter. He knew a lot of people so you didn’t think much of it. When the man introduced himself as Gary Kent you started listening.
“This your wife? Huh?” Gary looked at you. “How does it feel to be married to a rapist, have children with him,” he yelled through the coffee shop.
“Leave her alone,” Peter warned as he moved you behind him.
“Whoa, this guy played for the Cubs! This guy in the nice suit, he raped my wife!”
“Gary. He didn’t do it. I’m not discrediting that something happened to her,” you said softly.
Gary pulled a gun. “Out. Everyone out!”
Peter pushed you to the door. “No! Peter, I’m not-”
“Just go, please,” Peter begged.
Before you could protest any further, you were being pushed out the door with the other patrons and employees.
“Liv. Oh, thank God. Gary. He’s in there. He has a gun on Peter, he, he-,” you stammered.
“I’m going to find out what’s going on. He’s going to be okay,” Olivia placed her hands on your shoulders.
“No. You don’t understand. My husband is in that bar,” the woman’s voice was frantic.
You watched a woman and a young girl came rushing toward you and Liv. “That’s her.”
Liv nodded and went toward Sarah. She locked eyes with you for a split second. She just figured out who you were as well. Her daughter had to be 11, maybe 12. You gasped and covered your mouth. “Oh, Jesus.” That could be Peter’s daughter. No. He, no he didn’t do it. How could you think like that?
Officers rushing past you brought you back to now. First Gary, then Peter came out of the bar. “Peter!” you called to him as you ran to him. He caught you when you jumped into his arms. From the corner of your eye, you saw Sarah leaving when the officers took Gary away in cuffs.
“Can we go home, please,” Peter asked as his face was still buried in your neck. You weren’t sure he even saw Sarah. His arm went around your shoulders. Neither of you said anything to Liv as you walked past her.
A couple days later Reggie was arrested for Sarah’s rape. Liv was able to get him to confess. More good news, Gary was Sarah’s father.
“So this whole time she thought it was you. Not being sure all those years. Living with what happened to her. Feeling like she couldn’t tell her husband.” You took a deep breath. “When all this was happening. When I saw Sarah and Emma, there was a moment I doubted you. I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be. When all the noise was coming at me, I doubted myself.” Peter’s head rested on your chest. “Active in there tonight,” Peter remarked as his hand gently caressed your belly. When you looked down he was smiling.
Your fingers lazily ran through his short hair. “Yeah. They’re night owls.” You chuckled. “They really get going around 1AM.”
Peter was quiet for a couple minutes. “I’m going to start counseling Monday. I’d like for you to come with me,” he requested.
Requested by: @svucarisiaddict *Peter Stone aka the love of my life, asks you to go on vacation with him….*
On a cold, blustery day, Y/F/N Y/L/N, dressed in her nursing attire and winter coat and hat, headed towards the courthouse in Manhattan to meet up with her boyfriend, ADA Peter Stone. The couple have been dating for the past year, and since then, work has become between them. With the cases Peter has been working on, and Y/N at the Bellevue Hospital as a nurse in the pediatrics ward, there was no time to go on vacation. Hopefully when they meet today, Peter is hoping to convince Y/N to go on a vacation with him. Y/N made her way to Peter’s office, where she saw Peter’s secretary, Carmen, and approached her desk.
“Hey, Carmen. I’m here to see Mr. Stone. Is he with someone or is he busy right now?” Y/N asked Carmen.
“No, Miss Y/N, he’s free right now. Go ahead right in.” Carmen replied as Y/N approached the door.
“Carmen, please call me Y/N. Besides, we’re friends.” Y/N said as entered Peter’s office and saw him sitting there working on his computer.
Y/N walks over to Peter, bends down to kiss Peter’s cheek, and then sits down in his lap, and Peter puts down his pen and turns to his loving girlfriend.
“Hey Y/N. What are you doing here?” Stone asks Y/N as she goes to proceed with her answer.
“Well, I’m on my lunchbreak, so I figured I’d come and see you before I have to return to Bellevue.” Y/N says as she puts her arms around Stone’s neck.
“Well, since I got you here, I have some vacation days coming up, and was wondering if you wanted to go with me, if that’s alright with you? Wanna head to Hawaii? Miami?” Stone asks Y/N as she has a smile on her face.
“Duh, Petey. Of course I’ll go on vacation with you. Besides, I could use a vacation anyway. Hmmm, I’m thinking you, me, and the beautiful beaches of Miami.” Y/N says as she gives Stone one of the most adorable kisses on the planet.
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