“I’ll always be there for you. Don’t you know that?” Barisi

sofuckingchuffed:

It had been too long since Rafael had visited his grandmother’s grave. He knew he should visit more, but truth be told, he hated coming here. The tall, dark statues loomed over him, countless names on countless headstones signally an endless cycle of grief screaming out at him. The cemetary always seemed cold and dark, even in the middle of summer, like somehow someone had turned out the sun, and it always made his breath catch in his throat for a moment.

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Direct shot to the heart.

Please indulge us in the suspicion that there is a rat in one of the MCs. Love the mc!au. Thanks for creating it.

carisi-dreams:

this takes place about 30 minutes after this and the second part of this will pick up in the fill about the AB, sonny and his fiancée

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“Think we gotta keep things strictly legit,” Nick was murmuring to Sonny in a corner of the bar. Matty and Razor stood nearby with a couple of prospects, keeping anyone from getting to close to the presidents. “Just until this ATF thing blows over. Last thing we need is them up in here and causing trouble.”

Sonny nodded and tried to ignore how his fingers were twitching for a cigarette. Carmen had been the one to tell him about ATF setting up shop and he and Nick were meeting to discuss it in person. It was towards the end of the work day and the massage parlor was quiet. The post-work massages would pick up in an hour or so and Sonny gestured to the bartender to pour him another drink. It was five o’clock somewhere.

“I agree,” Sonny replied roughly as he took the glass proffered to him and stared down into it. He looked up to meet Nick’s eyes and he imagined the resigned expression on the other man’s face mirrored his own. “Think the girls will be okay going without a paycheck, though? My old lady will kill me if we just leave them high and dry.”

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The mc is back baby

“I didn’t know where to go to.” – ghost au pls! ❤️

lesbiancarisi:

Sonny stares at Mike over the dining room table, a mug of coffee he doesn’t want to drink sitting in front of him. It’s the middle of the night but he’s wide awake looking at his dead boyfriend who he definitely buried and debating if he should go to a hospital. 

“You died.”

“Yeah.”

Mike lifts the hem of his shirt to reveal the stitched up but still bloody bullet wound on his torso. Feeling sick, Sonny turns away to look at anything but that. Mike’s dead. He’s a ghost. He’s in Sonny’s apartment. They’re sitting at the dinner table. Something must’ve happened to send Sonny over the deep end because he’s fucking crazy if he’s seeing this. 

“Why’re you here?”

“I…” Mike looks so lost and confused. “I don’t know. I’ve been wondering around, I didn’t know where to go. After the funeral, you brought home my jacket, and I- I had to follow you. Now I’m stuck here, and it’s taken me so long to be able to show myself.”

“Right.”

Sonny takes a deep breath. 

And faints.