-I’d like to see Peter direct a Sonny centric episode that deals with how Sonny has processed his recent traumas (near death experience, seeing someone fall to their death & the car accident)
-I’d like to see Sonny GO TO A THERAPIST. PLEASE, LORD GET MY BABY SOME HELP.
-I’d like to learn more about Sonny & delve into his personal life and family. what’s the story with his parents? why did he not see his niece Mia until after 3 months?
-I’d love to learn more about why Sonny pursued a career in law enforcement (we know from earlier interviews that his character originally was supposed to come from a lineage of cops, but did that background ever change?)
-I wanna see him flirt more 🙂
-I’d like to see the squad call him Sonny
-I’d like to see him with Noah and Jesse more. Nick’s mom babysat Noah a couple of times, so I’d like to see more of that with Sonny
-in general I’d love more team building with the squad and seeing them rib each other or have inside jokes and just be more cohesive
-more blue shirts 🙂 more gun on his hip 🙂 more badge flashes 🙂 more supermodel striding around 🙂
-more of that camel coat
-give us a leather jacket! more leather jacket! more henleys!
-more casual clothes!
-Sonny’s apartment! what does his space look like?
-I’d like to see him in a relationship (obvs I’m pretty biased to it being with Carmen or detective Holliday or a black woman in general… *shrugs*) or going on dates. also, what is his sexuality?? can they just make him bisexual and be clear about it
-more of Sonny driving because I have a thing for men driving
-I’d kinda like to see Sonny defend himself and just once call out people for talking down to him or being rude to him for no damn reason
-I still wanna see him apologize to Amanda for being an asshole that one time
-I’m not adverse to seeing him punch more people 🙂
-give us more of that fuck boy haircut that I’m literally still not over
-Sonny saying ‘doll’ since apparently he’s never actually said that??
-more lawyer!Sonny
-does Sonny have friends? or a life outside of work? can we get some inkling of what he does other than cook Jesse pasta and study law books…
-more of Sonny in those undercover glasses (remember that canonically he is an ass man :D)
-Sonny’s hobbies. what are my man’s hobbies?
-more of Olivia praising Sonny. my boy is so smart give him that sweet praise, please!!!
anon asked: I feel like Sonny goes really well with “I’m baking pumpkin pies, and unless you want to help, get the hell out of my kitchen.”
Even though the parade was on in the living room everyone had seemed to drift to the kitchen. Nick was bouncing Noah on his hip and laughing about something while Amanda and Olivia were in deep conversation across from him, pausing only to pour more champagne in their glasses with a splash of orange juice. Fin was with his son and his family, but Melinda and Barba were leaning against the cabinets and laughing about something that had Melinda swatting at Rafael while he smirked at her. Your cell phone buzzed in your back pocket and you pulled it out to see Mike’s name on the screen with a text that he was downstairs.
“Can someone buzz Mike in, please?” you called over the low din, making sure to tilt your face away from Jesse where she was sitting on your hip.
“I’ll do it,” Melinda offered immediately, still laughing at Rafael and shaking her finger at him. “I’ve had enough of this man and his trouble anyway.”
Rafael popped another bite of baked French toast in his mouth before throwing his hands up in a parody of innocence. You shook your head at the two of them and smoothed Jesse’s hair back with one hand before turning to Sonny. Before you opened your mouth he was suddenly pausing and tossing a hand towel to the counter in exasperation.
“I’m baking pumpkin pies, and unless you want to help, get the hell out of my kitchen!” he suddenly announced. The conversations came to an immediate halt, Rafael still looking amused as Nick raised his eyebrows in Sonny’s direction. Amanda opened her mouth to say something, but Nick interjected.
“I think Noah and I will go watch the parade,” he said with a wry smile. “I’m not in the mood for baking. Just eating. Isn’t that right, Noah?” he sang as he bounced Noah and turned on his heel. Rafael sauntered out of the room after snagging a bottle of champagne and in the background you could hear Melinda greeting Mike.
“Think I’ll go say hi to Mike,” Olivia said after a beat with raised eyebrows of her own. Amanda pointed at Liv as she scooped up her champagne flute. “What she said,” she agreed and the two of them headed into the living room behind Rafael.
Sonny turned to look at you and you just pursed your lips at him, feet planted. Jesse tugged at your hair and you brushed a kiss to her fat fingers and tickled her.
“I live here,” you told Sonny after a second with an amused grin as you pointed at yourself.
“I know. I didn’t mean you, doll. Course not,” Sonny replied as his posture deflated. “I just…I’m kinda nervous about messing up dinner. Think I overreacted.” His expression was sheepish and you walked over to rub his back. He had a full apron on and you pressed your lips together to hold back your smile.
“It’s alright. They understand…and it was a lot of people in here,” you replied soothingly. “Our kitchen isn’t that big.” Sonny let his head fall to your shoulder and you continued to rub his back as you bounced Jesse lightly. Footsteps behind you had Sonny pulling away and you turned to see Mike cautiously walk into the kitchen.
“Just wanted to say hello,” he greeted slowly with a small smile. “Heard the kitchen is supposed to be cleared, but I did bring some more dessert. Not pie,” he hastened to add.
You laughed and let go of Sonny in order to give Mike a one armed hug. He returned your hug and dropped a kiss to Jesse’s head.
“Go to see you, sarge,” Sonny said in a sheepish tone behind you.
“I’m being a bad host,” you apologized up at him. “Come get a plate. There’s still some breakfast left and I think there may still be some champagne in the living room if you want a mimosa.”
Mike smiled in thanks and grabbed a plate gratefully. You walked back over to Sonny and pressed a kiss to his cheek and grabbed his butt playfully.
“Alright, Jesse. I think Uncle Sonny wants some space to bake so why don’t we go watch the parade?” you sang to her and when she giggled you took that as affirmation.
Peals of laughter filled the air as Ryan and Thomas ran through the sprinkler. Ethan was napping on a blanket in the shade beside you. The thought occurred to run through the sprinkler with the boys, but it seemed like too much work to move.
You spotted Sonny before the boys did. He had shed his jacket and dress shirt, leaving him in an undershirt and dress pants. Goodness, he was a sight. Slightly greying at the temples, long, lean body..that’s what got you where you were, nine months pregnant with baby four, with baby three only 11 months. Now you were irritated for no reason. Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention back to the boys.
“Daddy!” Ryan and Thomas exclaimed as they ran across the yard to greet Sonny. He scooped them up, not caring a bit that they were soaking wet from the sprinkler. “C’mon Daddy. Play with us!”
“Give me a minute. I wanna say hello to your Mama.” He sat the boys down then sat in the deck chair beside you. “Hey, doll. How’s my favorite girl and little cannoli doin’?”
Looking at him over sunglasses, you gave him “the look”. “Well, let’s see. Where to start. It is hotter than Hell, and here is” a little fun fact for you. It is the hottest Summer in history. Um, our A/C is broke and they can’t work on it until Monday. My feet are swollen, I can’t sleep, and I’m sweating in places I didn’t know a person could sweat. Oh yeah, and I’m a week overdue and by the time he is born, he’ll be a toddler. I think that about covers it.” You pushed your sunglasses up the bridge of your nose and took a drink of ice water.
“Sounds like the heat is gettin’ to ya,” Sonny said evenly, not letting your bad mood effect him. He had been down this road with you before. The end of your pregnancies was always tough Although this pregnancy was tougher since you had just had a baby less than a year ago.
“Something like that.” Placing a hand on your huge belly, you turned your attention back to Ryan and Thomas. Ethan whimpered as he woke from his nap. As you started pushing yourself forward in an effort to stand, Sonny, placed a hand on your arm, pausing your ascension.
“I got him.” Sonny gracefully stood from the chair. It surprised you sometimes how graceful he could be despite being so lanky. Ethan grabbed on to Sonny’s pant leg and pulled himself up. Sonny bent over, picked him up and then rested his head on Sonny’s shoulder. He gently rubbed Ethan’s back.
“I’m going to head back inside and lie down,” you informed Sonny. “I can’t take this heat anymore.” Sonny helped you from your seated position. “Not like it’s going to be any cooler inside though,” you grumbled, waddling onto the house.
“Stop it!” “Give it back!” “I’m telling Dad.” Ethan screaming at the top of his lungs. “Keep it down. You’re gonna wake your Ma.”
‘Oh for Heaven’s sake,’ you thought to yourself. Sitting on the side of the bed, you took a deep breath and pushed yourself off the bed. The arguing and screaming were coming from the family room. Standing in the doorway with your hands on your lower back you waited. “Hey! Everyone needs to stop right now! Sonny can’t you keep them in line for 10 minutes, Jesus.”
Sonny stared at you for a few seconds, looking wounded. It wasn’t often you raised your voice to him and never to the kids. “Sorry, doll. Ethan needs to be changed, but these two started fighting. I was trying to stop them from being loud and waking-”
“Well, it didn’t work. Did it,” you bite back at Sonny. “Give me the baby. I’ll change him. Ryan. Thomas. Rooms. Now.” Ethan snuggled into your chest, legs hanging on either side of your belly. He quieted almost immediately. “I can’t tell you how helpful you’ve been. I love that I have to do everything around here,” your voice laced with sarcasm.
There was little said between you and Sonny during dinner. To be truthful you felt pretty damn bad. He tried his best to help you out when he was home. Looking across the table at Sonny made you feel like an even worse if that was possible. He tried to be happy with the kids. But the tight lines around his eyes and thin smile told you another story.
After beds and baths for the boys, Sonny went to the home office and you went to bed so you could prop your feet and read a book. He came into bed shortly after you did though.
“Sonny?” You said softly.
“Hmm?” He kept his back to you. “What did I do wrong now?” His shoulders sagged in defeat.
Ouch. “I’m sorry for earlier. You didn’t break the A/C. You can’t control the weather. I was horrible to you. The boys are so lucky to have you for their father.” Taking a deep breath you continued your apology. “ There are days that I can’t keep them under control. And you do help, a lot. I love you. I’m just so, so sorry Sonny.” Shifting to your knees, you crawled toward Sonny and wrapped your arms loosely around his neck.
He covered your hands with one of his. “Thank you for the apology.” He turned in bed, wrapping you in a hug. “I love you so much, Y/N.” His fingers trailed along your jaw. He grasped the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. “You know,” Sonny said between kissing your mouth, neck and down the angle of your shoulder, “sex can stimulate labor.”
“Is that right? Why don’t we put that theory to the test.” You pushed Sonny down on the bed, then straddled his hips.
“It also helps with foul moods,” Sonny gave you a teasing grin and rocked his hips up to meet yours.
anon asked: I’m baking pumpkin pies, and unless you want to help, get the hell out of my kitchen!!! with nick!!!
I usually don’t fill the same prompt for multiple characters…but making an exception this time 🙂 some more diego & our firstborn Amaro kiddo, Elijah.
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“I’m hungry,” Elijah whined on your hip. You bounced him a little and went in search of Nick who was in the kitchen.
“You’re hungry?” you repeated in a sympathetic voice with a glance down. Elijah nodded and poked his bottom lip out dramatically. “I think Uncle Diego is almost done, but let’s see if we can sneak a little snack, okay?”
Elijah nodded immediately before pressing his head against your shoulder and you ran a hand through his curls as you approached the kitchen. Nick and Diego were laughing over something and you saw Diego shove Nick who retaliated by tossing a dish towel at him. You smiled and shook your head at their antics.
SVU addict 