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What would you like to see happen for “Mr. Stone” during season 20? I blame for my new fixation on him. LOL!

I would like to see Peter get some sort of therapy after losing not only his Dad, but seeing his sister killed right in front of him. I think he struggles with the relationship he had, or lack of with his Dad. There are some deep seeded issues there and I don’t think he had any closure before he died.

The situation with his sister is a different. I believe that he feels guilty/responsible for what happened to her. She was just starting to know who is was and remember things. 

Companionship. It doesn’t have to be a romantic relationship but someone for him to turn to. He lost that when he left Chicago. Maybe he’ll get that from Sonny. I really hope they don’t have a Peter/Olivia romantic relationship.

Freaking. Healthy. Coping. Not just for him but the whole squad. But what fun would that be?

I’d like to hear more about pre-ASA Peter. Specifally when he played ball for the Cubs. I love background and personal life details. I feel like there isn’t much told on the show, so i make up my own loosely based on cannon. 

Hi, can u write a Peter x reader where he breaks up with the reader for her own protection after a case goes wrong and someone is after him but in the end, they get back together. Ur an amazing writer btw. I love all your work x

//Thanks, boo! Loves ya!//

“So. That’s it. We’re done? Do you love me? Did you ever love me?” Peter nodded his head. “Is there someone else? And don’t you lie to me.” Your stare never strayed from his face.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I did, just not anymore.” He reached for your hand, which you yanked back. He sighed.

“You know what? I don’t care.” As you stood, Peter followed suit. He grasped your shoulders. “Just tell me the truth. I deserve at least that much.” You pleaded.

He dropped his hands to his sides. “Yes. There is someone else.”

The slap across Peter’s face was quick and hard. “Go to hell Peter. I hope she’s worth it.” You stalked out of the restaurant without looking back.

As you walked away you heard Peter say, “she is.”

“Remember it has to be believeable. He has to believe that our relationship is over. So no matter what I say, know that it’s all part of the ruse.” Peter cupped your face in his hand.

“I understand, Peter. Now, can we just enjoy tonight. Who knows when we’ll be able to…” A single tear rolled down your cheek.

“Hey. They’re gonna catch him. Trust that.” He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. “I love you, Y/N.” He tenderly kissed your lips as he carried you to the bedroom.

That was almost three months ago. The last night you made love to Peter. The last night you were in his arms. You shook your head and blew a puff of air out between pursed lips. Even if it was a fake break up, it felt way too damn real. 

It had been raining for two days straight and didn’t show any signs of quitting. You shuffled away from the window of your apartment. God you missed him so damn much. Your cell phone chimed with an incoming text. Only a few people had your new number.

‘you need to get out of the house. get ready. ill be at your house in 10 minutes. won’t take no for an answer’ You sighed when you read Monica’s text. You really weren’t in the mood but you had been blowing her off for weeks.

You tapped back your reapose. ‘fine. where are we going?’

Thirty minutes later, you were having dinner and drinks with Monica You had to admit, it was nice to get out and have a girls night. “Thank you for dragging me out. Sorry for being such a kill-joy lately.” 

“Girl, I got you, okay? Now let’s order some food. I’m starving. I thinking fried pickles, cheese sticks, chicken tenders. Ohhh, loaded nachos.” Monica was practically salivating.

“You’re pregnant! Oh my God! No drink, crazy appetite. When were you going to tell me? C’mere.” You hugged her. 

“I’m 10 weeks. Me and Connor were waiting until after the third month to tell everyone.” She was practically glowing. 

“I am so happy for you both. Now tell me. Do you think you’re having a boy or a girl? Names…”

You were smiling as you unlocked your apartment door. Monica had already confirmed you would be the godmother. After locking the door behind you, you slipped off you shoes in the middle of the floor and placed your purse on the coffee table. 

“Never could put things where they belong.” Peter’s familiar voice filled your brain.

Your breath caught. He was here. In your apartment. You turned slowly, afraid he might disappear if you moved too fast. “You’re-you’re really here.” You flung yourself into his arms. “Oh. I have- Peter-I love you…” The words came out between sobs.

His arms wrapped aroound you tightly. “Oh my darling. I love you. You have no idea how my arms have ached to hold you again.” He buried his face in your hair. “I will never leave you again. I promise.” 

carisi-dreams:

anon asked: We’re going to carve pumpkins from fall list polyverse!au please. ❤

“Babe, can you pick up that pumpkin to take home?” you asked Nick as you pointed with your toe towards a round pumpkin with a shallow dent on the side. 

Your arms were full with several jugs of cider. Behind you Sonny’s arms were likewise full of the bag of apples the three of you had picked. Nick gave you a long-suffering look, but he bent down obediently towards the pumpkins on the ground. You made a dissenting noise and tried to steer him to the one you wanted.

“No, babe. The one to the—two over, yeah—and then one to the—yes! that one with the little dent,” you guided as he bent over and hovered his hands over the nearest pumpkin to him. He hefted it easily, but grunted as he swung it into a cradle of his arms.

“I hate to be a spoilsport…but what are we going to do with this?” Nick asked with a raised eyebrow.

You were already looking around again, taking a few steps towards him in order to get a better look at the other pumpkins. They were neatly arranged in the patch of grass just to the side of the entrance and exit. Kids played in between the rows and tried to pick up ones too big for them before their parents carefully guided them to the smaller selection. It was a motley crew of shades of orange; some rich and round, others pale and small, still others mottled and tall. You were looking for two more and when you spotted a taller and skinnier pumpkin you let out a triumphant sound and jumped over a row to claim it.

“We’re going to carve pumpkins!” you announced with a wide grin, slightly breathless from your mini sprint as you stood over the next pumpkin you wanted. “That one can represent you, this skinny one for our Sonny and then we need one more for me…” you trailed off as your eyes drifted back to the pumpkins at your feet. You missed the look that Sonny and Nick exchanged before Nick piped back up.

“Alright, but…who is going to carry all of these pumpkins…?” Nick asked even as he dipped down on one side to gently grasp the second one you had pointed out. You shrugged in response, unconcerned about the logistics.

“We’ll figure it out. Teamwork and all that,” you replied absently before tossing a grin over your shoulder. You paused and your grin faded as you took in their amused expressions.

“Unless you don’t want to…?” you suggested, trying to keep the disappointment from your voice.

“We want to,” Sonny answered for him as Nick as he began making his way to your side. “We want to,” he repeated, “we were just thinking of how lucky we are to have. Weren’t we, Nick?” Sonny looked back at Nick expectantly and you bit the inside of your cheek.

“Course,” Nick replied quickly. “I don’t think I’ve ever carved a pumpkin, honestly. I may be bad at it.” He glanced up at the two of you as he tried to balance the weight of the pumpkins in his arms and step around the pumpkins on the ground carefully.

“Aww, that doesn’t matter,” you reassured him with a return of your grin. “I don’t think anyone is really good at carving a pumpkin. It’s just fun.” Nick gave you a grateful smile as Sonny made a thoughtful noise.

“I don’t know…” he started. “I’m great at it.” 

There was a teasing look in his eyes and you shoved him with your shoulder. He narrowly missed squashing a pumpkin and you laughed as Nick tried to keep a handle on both pumpkins in his arms and keep Sonny upright at the same time. You erupted in laughter and for a moment everything was bright and light.

Thank you! Love it! @carisi-dreams ❤😘

can you write something about the reader giving nick a hand job?

Sneaking a peek at Nick you observed his jaw was still clenched and his knuckles were white from squeezing the steering wheel. He hadn’t said a thing since leaving the courthouse. His Dads trial was really taking a toll on him.

Easing your hand over to his thigh you gave it a gentle squeeze. “Hey. I love you, Nick.” You gave him a reassuring smile.

He grasped your hand and brought it to his lips. He slid a quick glance to you.“I love you too cariño.” His eyes returned to the road.

A thought crossed your mind. Looking back over at Nick, you gently bite your bottom lip. “Can I do something to help you relax?”

He sighed. “I appreciate it, I do. But until this trial is over I doubt I’ll be able to relax.”

“Hmmm…I’d like to try.” Slowly you slid your hand up the inside of Nick’s thigh. When you reached his cock you rubbed him through his pants.

“What-what…”

“Shhh…I got you, babe.” Repositing yourself in the seat to better face Nick. “Let me do this for you, please.” You continued to massage his now hard cock.

You undid his pants and pulled him out. Slowly you began stroking him. A hiss escaped from between his teeth. Pausing for a second, you pulled lotion from your purse and dolloped a small amount in your hand.

Returning to Nick, your hand grasp him firmly. You pumped him slowly while you talked dirty. “You are so big, Nicky. Always make me feel so good when you’re thrusting your huge cock into me.”

“God, Y/N. That…fuck.” Nick drew his bottom lip between his teeth. His grip on the steering wheel was even tighter than it was before. “Damn baby..you-you..just..wait..until…” He started bucking his hips cautiously.

“Yeah. What are you gonna do, hmmm?” Slipping your hand up your skirt, you felt yourself through your panties. “I’m so wet, Papi.” You started stroking him faster and harder.

“Holy fu-…God. I’ll tell you what I’m-” Nick’s voice faltered. He moaned as he found his release.

Grabbing some napkins from the glove compartment, you cleaned him up then tucked him back into his pants.

After you got Nick and the lotion cleaned off your hand, you realized you were in your neighborhood. Nick pulled into the drive and shut off the car.

“You’re the best. You know that right? I am definitely more relaxed.” Nick placed a hand behind your neck and gently pulled you to him for a kiss. “And don’t worry, once we’re inside. Away from prying eyes, you’re gonna get just what you deserve.”