me: I feel such…crankiness inside…the desire to whine is…unstoppable… I feel myself growing…spiteful and sarcastic … what is this disease? This disord—
Dunno if anyone noticed jet but Carisi loves to sit on tables. He does it every time. And in every situation! in office, in court, in the interrogation room, also in Barba’s office! He’s a desk-man.
I wonder how many other things he loves to do on tables….
protective!Nick is my jam and @my-sonshine does such a great job of those characterizations. I feel like I write more angry or insecure Nick, but I have opinions so let’s goooo
-I’ve touched on this before, but I really feel like if Nick had a romantic partner that didn’t indulge his tantrums, but that also gave him a lot of positive support he’d really bloom in a relationship. which of course means that he’d do anything to protect it
-that includes sometimes putting his foot down about his hours at work. he loves his job and he’ll never leave if they really need him, but if it’s possible for him to slip away on nights when he has plans with you he will. (later he’ll do boring paperwork for whoever on the squad covered for him)
-he’s very chivalrous, but not because he thinks you’re incapable. he genuinely enjoys the role of protector. so you rarely touch a door handle, always have to be on the side of him furthest from danger, he’ll run to pull the car up if you’re out of the city somewhere and it starts pouring rain unexpectedly. he’s very confident in the water (you’re not) so he always has an arm around you or is touching you if you’re in a pool or go to the beach
-he’s a little sensitive to loud surprise noises sometimes (hold over from lingering PTSD) but anytime he gets startled he instinctively pulls you out of the way of the perceived danger. when you meet his father he nudges you half behind him for most of the interaction. to Nick, leaving you in danger or ‘danger’ is the equivalent to having his belly exposed if he were a a dog. it does not really happen.
-he is not into club environments (too dark and loud) but if you want to go he prefers to go with you. he hates hearing stories of how someone grabbed you or tugged on your hand to try to get you to dance with them. if he’s ever out with you he’s attached to your back the entire time. the look he’s giving guys that look over at you appreciatively could freeze ice. one time someone grabs you while he’s in the bathroom and he was thisclose to coming to blows when he saw the guy with his hand gripping you, mostly because the look on your face was genuinely startled. if you want I can write about that!
-although he’s no stranger to storming out during arguments, he hates when you do it, especially if it’s late at night. once he blocked the door so you couldn’t leave, which made you livid until you saw the scared look on his face. the idea of him being the cause of something to harm you is horrifying to him
-there’s definitely been a decent handful of moments when someone has catcalled you before they realized Nick was with you and him going, ‘what did you just say?’ as he makes a beeline to the guy.
-he takes care of you when you’re sick, even if you don’t really need it. he hates seeing you not like yourself so he cooks you soup from scratch, grabs half the cold medicine in the store, and plies you with so much tea you have to pee every 10 minutes. you try to complain that he’s going overboard, but he won’t listen to you so you let him cuddle you.
-when you’re pregnant he is…on another level. he mellows quite a bit from the time you meet him to the time that you have your first child. he kind of regresses as soon as he finds out that you’re pregnant. he doesn’t let you carry anything, or lift anything and if any strange men even get within a 5 ft radius of you the hair on the back of his neck practically stands up. you indulge him because you understand why he’s being so protective.
-once you fainted when you guys were on a trip visiting your best friend and he almost had a heart attack. your best friend is a nurse so you didn’t need to go to the hospital or anything-it was a combination of jet lag and low blood sugar-but it didn’t matter to Nick. for weeks he was worried there was something really wrong with you so he spent half of his nights just watching you sleep
-Nick is like the BEST person to cry on the shoulder of. he wraps you up so tightly in his arms, soothing you with little noises and running a hand down your back. his arms are so strong and warm and he’s solid. you always feel safe in his arms
*happy dance* I love protective Nick! And if definitely like to hear the club story!
Picture it: It’s a warm summer night, Peter is dressed in a tight black v neck and baseball cap while you’re in a sundress, holding hands as you stroll down the street, the smell of pretzels and the sound of overly cheery fair music filling the air
You stop, eyeing a blue stuffed bear on the top shelf of one of those water gun point and shoot games
You dig your tickets out of the dress’s side pocket (pockets! in a dress!) and hand a few over to the teenaged boy who was most definitely staring at your chest. Peter clears his throat, and the boy blushes as he explains the rules to you, pointing you over to seat number four.
It takes a few tries, but eventually you score enough points to win that tiny blue bear, handing it over to Peter with a smile on your face. Peter leans down to kiss your cheek, taking the bear into one of his hands and gently holding yours in the other, thumb stroking over your fingers.
“You hungry?” He asks sweetly, and you nod eagerly, asking him what he wants to try first. Peter steers the two of you over to a cotton candy booth, watching as the fluffy blue and pink clouds are made
Peter rips a piece off, feeding you the sugary treat and kissing you right after, humming in appreciation.
Peter will never say it aloud, but he’s a little scared of heights. It takes quite a bit convincing for you to get him to ride the pirate ship with you. You don’t mind the way he grips your hands so tightly you think they might break, and you try not to laugh when he stumbles off the ride, face a little pale, mumbling that he’ll “just stick to the merry-go-round next time, thank you”
The two of you spend your last few tickets buying soft pretzels and trying to throw tiny bites into each other’s mouths, laughing whenever one of you misses. It makes the time pass quickly as you were waiting in line for the ferris wheel, your last ride of the night.
When you reach your carriage, you lean your head against Peter, tossing your legs over his lap. Peter’s hand runs up your thigh, stopping at the hem of your dress. “I love you, Peter.” you whisper, turning toward him. Peter is looking down at you with so much love it makes your heart stop, breath caught in your throat.
“I love you too, so much.” Peter kisses you again as the ride stops to let more people on, carriage shaking when the ride restarts. Eventually, the two of you reach the top, overlooking the water and marveling at how if you look closely, you’re able to see a few stars peeking through the night sky
“Thank you for this. I know I’ve been busy, but moments like this, with you. “ Peter smiles, a small laugh tumbling past his lips. “You make me so happy.”
You return his laugh, pulling him close enough to keep you warm. “Look who’s talking.”
The drink turned into getting a cup of coffee at a 24 hour diner after the bar closed. The two of you talked about your childhoods, jobs, schools, and your dreams for the future.
“Growin’ up Catholic is no joke. Let me tell ya”, he smiled and shook his head.
Religion was just one thing you had in common. Both of you came from a big family. You were the oldest of five with four brothers, He had two older and one younger sister.
“So. Nurse practitioner. I bet you see all kinds of crazy stuff, huh?” Sonny took a sip of his coffee, wiping his mustache.
You nodded. “Yeah. The ER can be an interesting place for sure.” The topic of his job came up but being a homicide detective isn’t something he wanted to talk about. You got it, your dad had been in homicide too you told him.
“I’ve thinking of going to law school”, he blushed a little and put is head down.
You placed your hand on his, “That’s great Sonny. You should definitely go for it!” You gave him a big smile.
“You’re the first person I’ve told that too.” Sonny gazed at you across the table. He shook his head. “I’m sorry. There is just something about you. Like I’ve known you forever and I can tell you anything.”
It was your turn to blush, “Yeah. Me too Sonny.”
“You kids need anything else before i go off shift?”, the waitress asked.
You glanced at your watch, “Oh my gosh! It’s 5am”, you said laughing.
“Great breakfast time.” Sonny rubbed his hands together and opened the menu. “I’ll have the hotcakes, bacon, 2 eggs scrambled and hash browns. What are getting? My treat.”
“Hotcakes and bacon for me, please.”, you said to the waitress.
“Comin’ up.” She replied and walked away.
Standing outside the diner you exchanged phone numbers.
“Thanks for breakfast, Sonny. I had a really good time”, you looked up at him.
“Believe me the pleasure was all mine doll.” He blushed again. “So, what time should I pick you up tonight?”
“You still want to go out tonight?”, you asked, surprised.
“Well yeah, but if you don’t want to…” he trailed off.
“No, I want to. I’d really like to, I mean I’d love-” His lips silenced you. It was the softest, most tender kiss you could ever remember getting.
“I’ll pick you up at 7pm?”, he asked.
Smiling you said, “Perfect. I’m looking forward to it.”
“Not as much as I am.” He took your hand and kissed it. He helped you hail a cab. “Wish it was 7pm now”, he said and closed your door. You blew him a kiss and he caught it. You were still smiling when your head hit the pillow.
The front door buzzer rand at 7pm. “Hey, it’s Sonny.” His voice cheerful.
You grinned from er to ear. “I’ll be down in a minute.” Grabbing your jacket and purse you headed downstairs.
“You look great.” He leaned down and kissed your cheek. You had on jeans, T-shirt and sneakers. Sonny said dress warm and comfortable. It was fall so the evenings were chilly.
“So do you.” He was wearing jeans and a hoodie. Where are we going?” you asked excitedly.
Sonny just grinned “it’s a surprise.” He opened your car door and came around to the drivers side. “Hope you like picnics.”
He pulled over on the side of a country road. There quite a few other cars there as well. He got out of the car and came around to open your door, taking your hand to help you out, ever the gentleman.
He got into the trunk and pulled out a real picnic basket and a blanket. He took your hand and you followed other couples and families to an open area, He spread out the blanket and the two of you sat down.
“Meteor shower and star gazing. One of the local colleges planned this event.” He smiled. He remembered your conversation about your love of the night sky.
He unpacked the basket. He brought huge sub sandwiches, chips, sodas and a cannoli for each of you. He even had a thermos of hot chocolate. “It’s simple, I know.”
“No, this is great. I’d take this over the fanciest restaurant in NYC.” Your face felt like it was going to split from smiling so big.
While you were eating a professor gave information about the meteor shower and where to look to find certain constellations. You kept catching Sonny look at you from the corner of your eye. You turned to him and winked. He laced your fingers with his and kissed your knuckles.
After you ate, you cleaned up and put things back in the basket. The sky had darkened enough to see the stars. Sonny laid back on the blanket and you laid beside him.
Pointing to the sky you saw a few meteors an picked out the big dipper. It had gotten chilly and you shivered. “You cold doll?” Sonny asked concerned,
“Yeah a little but it’s okay.” You didn’t want to leave.
He opened his arms, “c’mere. I can’t have my girl getting cold.”
You scooted over to him. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled half the blanket over you. You snuggled into his chest. “Comfortable?”, he asked.
“Yes. Very comfortable.” He kissed the top of your head. After a few minutes you felt yourself nodding off. The last thought you had before falling asleep was ‘I’m going to marry this man someday.’
@dailypeterscanavino bless you for these Sonny pics. I have had a rough few days since my mother decided to call and remind me of how pathetic she thinks I am. thanks, mom.
Sonny brings me some sunshine every time. I have zero clue on how to make gifs so seeing you and others who post Sonny makes my day. Seriously. So thank you, my friend. ❤️❤️❤️❤️
THIS IS SUCH A BIG MOOD. STRIPPING BECAUSE OF THE HEAT and then you really get to see more of each others bodies than you ever have before. Any and all sexual tension that was there previously is just bursting at the seams and the heat is clouding your judgement and before you know if rafael is fucking you on the cool floor of his office.
I had to watch that scene herebefore writing this and…damn.
A few days ago, Nick had come home with a shy smile on his face, gently placing his arms around your waist and pulling you close, nuzzling his head into the crook of your shoulder, soft black hair tickling your neck. You could feel his smile against your skin.
“Hey, baby” you greeted, turning slightly to wrap your arms around him, lovingly returning his embrace. Nick was blushing, brown eyes lit up in the most beautiful way as he bent down just far enough to sweetly kiss your cheek
“I passed, mi cielito. I passed the sergeant’s exam.” He said, voice breathy and light.
You squealed with happiness, tightening your grip around him and laughing.
“I knew you could do it! God, Nick. I’m so proud of you.” Cupping his face in your hands, you pressed your lips to his, the kiss slow and sweet. “I was just finishing up dinner, but…” A mischievous look crossed your face as you trailed a hand down his firm chest, stopping just above his belt. “Think you could go for dessert first?”
Nick raised an eyebrow as if if he was pondering your offer, but before you could feign offense he had already lifted you off your feet, carrying you into the bedroom as the kitchen timer beeped behind you.
“Nick!” you called out, sipping a glass of rosé from your place at the dinner table. You watched as he emerged from the bedroom, buttoning his light blue dress shirt and straightening out his tie.
“Yes, princesa?” Nick kissed your forehead before passing right by you, checking the time displayed on the oven clock. “What time did you say everyone would be over?”
“In a few minutes.” you spoke casually, bringing the glass of wine to your cherry painted lips.
To celebrate Nick passing his sergeant’s exam, you had invited the team over for a nice, homecooked dinner and a chance to relax, something you were sure everyone on the squad could use more of.
Nick whistled, sitting in seat across from yours and popping a piece of bruschetta into his mouth. “Do you need help with anything? You okay?”
You tried to keep your emotions in check, wanting desperately to groan at the way Nick’s tongue ran across his pink lips, wanting to smile at your boyfriend’s endless concern for your wellbeing. He always had to make sure you were okay, that you were happy. That you felt loved.
And you were always more than happy to return the favor.
Looking up at from underneath your eyelashes, you smiled, making sure his eyes were on you as you slowly uncrossed and recrossed your legs, watching the way his pupils darkened and he shot forward in his seat when he realized you weren’t wearing any panties underneath your short, white dress.
“Baby.” he croaked, hand reaching out to tightly grip your knee. “What, uh-”
Just then, the high pitched ring of your doorbell interrupted the two of you, just how you had hoped. You wanted Nick to be nicely worked up, hard and leaking by the time his party was over, and judging by the way Nick was clenching his jaw, swallowing thickly, you would get your way.
“Looks like our guests are here, darling.” You rose, smoothing out your dress and squeezing his shoulder before pressing a tender kiss just beneath his ear. “I love you, Nick. Tonight’s all about you.”
reblogging for the night crowd, now taking nick requests xx
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