Peter having a crush on a male colleague?

//Is there a Stamaro AU? If there is tag yourself so I can give you credit. I searched but couldn’t find anything. Thank you to whoever requested it and sorry it took so long to fill. Waiting for inspiration.//

Peter entered the 16th precinct hesitant and cautiously.  He knew he didn’t make any friends when he had to prosecute their last ADA who everyone loved, of course. 

“Peter. Come in,” Liv said just this side of bitter. 

Peter sighed heavily and followed Liv. “I hope you have more evidence this,” Peter said in an accusatory manner. “I can’t convict on this information.” 

Liv glared at Peter. “We’re doing the best we can. My detectives-”

Peter interjected. “Your detectives need to do better than their best then don’t they? Call me when you have something.”

Nick knocked then walked into the office. “Liv? We have the victim coming in from the nightclub rape.” 

“NIck. This is ADA Peter Stone. Peter, this is Detective Nick Amaro,” Liv gestured between the two men. 

“Nice to meet you,” Nick said and offered his hand to shake. “Heard a lot about you.”

Peter shook his hand. “All good I’m sure,” Peter said with a smirk. He couldn’t stop staring at Nick’s warm, brown eyes. 

“Of course,” Nick replied wryly. Peter’s hand was warm and strong. 

Liv stood looking between the two men. “Well if the male bonding is over I’d like to talk about the case. 

Later that evening Peter stopped for a drink at Forlini’s. He was on his second glass of scotch when someone sat down beside him. When he turned he was surprised to see Nick.

“Hope you don’t mind I join you. Tough day. Got this new boss breathing down my neck,” Nick quipped. “Beer, please. Whatever you have on draft,” he said to the bartender.

Peter chuckled. “Yeah, I heard that he can be demanding.”

Nick phone dinged. He looked at the screen but ignored the text. Maria texting him again. When would she understand that they were over. They had no kids, nothing connecting them. He shook his head.

Peter couldn’t remember the last time he enjoyed conversing with someone. Nick wasn’t just handsome. He was smart, funny and passionate about his job.

One drink turned into four. He found it easy to talk to Peter. And he wasn’t hard on the eyes. Nick stood. “I better get home. Gotta meet with the new boss tomorrow.”

“Good luck. Don’t let him get to you. He’s basically a good guy.”

“ Yeah, I know. Good night, Peter.” Nick clasped his shoulder.

“Good night, Nick.” He watched as Nick walked through the bar. Peter smiled.

Nick turned back to wave at Peter to find him watching him. He walked out of the bar grinning like a fool.

Can I request an imagine with Peter Stone x Female Reader set to the song ‘Time After Time’ by Cyndi Lauper, where Stone runs after the reader (after accidentally yelling at her and telling the reader to go and leave) and he catches up to the reader and proposes to her in front of people. Is it alright with you? If you need to make changes, you have my blessing! 😘❤

Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick

And think of you

Caught up in circles

Confusion is nothing new

Flashback, warm nights

Almost left behind

Suitcases of memories

Time after

Two months since you left the apartment you shared with your boyfriend. And two months since you had actually had a decent night sleep. You listened to the clock ticking away in the kitchen. Your friend had been kind enough to let you crash on her couch until you figured out what you were going to do.

Pushing yourself to a sitting position you picked up your phone. A picture of you and Peter filled your screen from your most recent vacation to Vegas. Things had gone so bad so quickly. Leaving had been the hardest decision you ever made. Peter’s hours became longer, coming home later. He had begged you to stay, promising to change. But that was a promise you knew he couldn’t keep. Not all the times were bad, more good than bad memories. You kept those tucked away in the back of your mind.

Sometimes you picture me

I’m walking too far ahead

You’re calling to me, I can’t hear

What you’ve said

Then you say, go slow

I fall behind

The second hand unwinds

On the other side of town, Peter tossed and turned in the large bed that he once shared with you. He reached out in vain but was met with a cold, empty recess.  Peter sighed heavily. In the first weeks since you left, he was filling his void with alcohol and random woman. He realized though that was not the way to handle you leaving or the loss of his father and sister. For the last month, he had been sober of both alcohol and woman.  

He applied his thumb to unlock his phone. Swallowing back a lump in his throat, he trailed a finger over your image on his phone. So many chances he had squandered. You asked him to slow down so many times. You felt lonely. Left behind. But you took a backseat to his ambition of a successful career. You begged him so many times, but it was like he didn’t hear you or didn’t want to. He sighed, deciding to get up. Sleep wasn’t coming tonight.

If you’re lost you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall I will catch you, I will be waiting

Time after time

[From: Peter 7:37AM] Just want to say hi. See how you are doing. I miss you. I really need to see you. Had a tough case.

You were conflicted. On one hand, you really wanted to see Peter. You knew you were his person. His safe landing when things got tough. But on the other hand, you really wanted to see him too. Sighing you tapped out a text.

[To: Peter 7:42AM]  I’m okay. I miss you too. I’m off at 3pm. We can have dinner.

[From: Peter 7:44AM]  Thank you. We can have dinner at home. I’ll cook.

If you’re lost you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall I will catch you, I will be waiting

Time after time

He heard the front door open and took a deep breath. He stopped out of the kitchen. God, you looked so good. He watched as you took your coat off, slung it over the chair and dropped your bag haphazardly on the floor. Next, you toed off your shoes in the middle of the room. He smiled. “Good to see some things never change.”

You grinned back. “Nice to see you too.”

He walked over to you and pulled you to him for a hug. “I’ve have missed you so damn much.”

You melted into his chest, and he felt you clutch onto his shirt. He kissed the top of your head. “I missed you too,” she muttered into your shirt.

The two of you stood like that for a while. Just holding one another. “C’mon. Let’s eat,” he said.

After my picture fades and darkness has

Turned to gray

Watching through windows

You’re wondering if I’m okay

Secrets stolen from deep inside

The drum beats out of time

“I want to apologize for that night. I saw the person I was fading away. After you left I turned to old vices, thinking I’d find the answer. All I could find was more heartache,” he confessed. “I’m in counseling and I’m going to AA. I don’t know if it’s too late for us. I pray it’s not.” He searched your face for a clue of what you were thinking.

Admission of guilt was not something that comes easily to anyone. “It’s not too late. We have a lot to work on but I want to fight for us. I love you too much.”

If you’re lost you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall I will catch you, I’ll be waiting

*one year later*

“Crap. I have to go. I’m going to be late for my meeting,” You called through the house to Peter as you jumped up from the table, and downed your coffee. “I love you!”

Peter caught up with you out on the sidewalk. “Wait.” He was still in just his sleep pants.

“What? Did I forget something?”

“You forget this.” He pulled you in for a smoldering kiss. “And this.” He dropped to one knee and presented you with the clearest cut diamond ring you had ever seen. “Marry me? Please. I love you so much.”

“Yes! Yes! 100% yes!” He slipped the ring on your finger. “I love you too.” And you fell into his arms and he caught you like you had caught him so many times before.

Time after time

Time after time

Songwriters: Robert Hyman / Cyndi Lauper

Time After Time lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

Second Chances

//Second part of my take of Heartfelt Passages’, Better to have loved, in the alternate Doddsverse. Continues from HERE//

When you turned around you were surprised to see Peter Stone standing in front of you. “What brings you to NYC?” Peter was a casual acquaintance of yours and Mike’s when you lived in Chicago.

“Actually, my father passed away. I’m in town to settle his estate,” he explained.

“I’m so sorry Peter,” you said softly.

Cora pulled on your hand. “Mama. Who that?”

Peter knelt down to her level. “My name is Peter. I’m a friend of your Mommy’s. What’s your name?”

She gave him a shy smile. “Cora Danae Dodds.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, Cora.”

Peter smiled at her then stood. “Can I buy you a coffee?” Peter offered. “I have an hour before a meeting. I’d like to catch up.”

“That would be nice. Thank you,” you accepted.

“How are William and Anne?” Peter inquired after you found seats.

“They’re doing really well. Anne is an angel. I don’t know what I would have done without them after Mike…” You cleared your throat. “Umm…how long will you be in town?”

Peter gazed at you then Cora, who was enjoying her smoothie. “Couple weeks maybe to get things settled, then I’m going back to Chicago.”

Your phone buzzed. It was a text from Amanda. You locked your screen, deciding to answer it later. “Sorry about that. With kids, you never know.”

“Oh yes, Your son. How old is he?”

Unlocking your phone you showed him pictures of the kids. “His name is Isaac. He’s four.”

“He looks so much like Mike,” Peter commented. He looked at his watch. “Sorry I have to go. It was so nice seeing you. And it was very good meeting you, Miss Cora.”

“Bye Petey,” she said and went back to playing with her doll.

Peter chuckled. “Dinner before I go back to Chicago?”

“Sure text me when you’re free.” The two of you exchanged numbers before he left.

“Bye ladies.” He smiled then waved. You watched as Peter made his way out the door. ‘Had he always been that handsome?’ You thought to yourself.

Before going home, you stopped by the precinct to make a quick visit and see if anyone was available for drinks on Friday. The precinct was buzzing with activity which was nothing new. But there was a different energy to it. A somber energy, like the first time you went there after Mike died.

Sonny was the first person you saw. His face lit up. “Hey, dolls!” He hugged you and Cora jumped into his arms. “Uncle Sonny!” Cora exclaimed and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“What’s going on? There’s a weird energy,” you stated and looked around.

Sonny’s brow furrowed. “I thought Amanda talked to you.”

“She texted me but I was having coffee with a friend so I didn’t read it. Is everything okay?” You already knew the answer to that question.

“C’mere.” Sonny put a hand to your lower back, ushering you into the breakroom. He closed the doors behind him.

“This can’t be good,” you said simply. Sonny sat Cora at one of the tables and gave her the tablet and pen that was in his jacket.

“Here, sit,” he gestured to one of the other chairs, taking the one beside you. “Remember that baby that was kidnapped by his father because Mom wanted to end life support?”

You nodded in the affirmative. It had been all over the news. “Was there a development in the case?”

Sonny looked down at his folded hands. “Barba turned off the ventilator. He pulled the plug on that kid.”

“He what?” you said shocked. “What was he thinking? I mean I get it but…”

“Yeah. That’s kinda where all of us are.” Sonny rubbed his forehead.

The two of you sat in silence for several minutes. Both of you processing the information. Cora saw Olivia and her face brightened. “Is Noah here?” She asked excitedly.

“No sweetie. He’s in school. I’m sorry. Maybe this weekend you and Isaac can come over,” she said when she came through the door. Cora nodded enthusiastically. The two of you hugged. “I guess you know what’s going on with Barba.”

“Yeah. Sonny just told me. Have been able to talk to him?”

“No. He’s being arraigned late this morning. I did run into Jack McCoy. He introduced me to special counsel in Rafael’s trial.” She rounded the table and poured herself a cup of coffee.

“Yeah? Who is it?” Sonny inquired.

“Ben Stone’s son, Peter,” she answered with disdain in her voice.

“I ran into him this morning. We had coffee,” you said. Both turned to you in surprise and confusion. “He was an acquaintance of Mike’s when we lived in Chicago.”

“Well, he’s a good prosecutor. Barba’s in for a fight.”

Your cell buzzed in your bag. ‘Thank you for coffee. Nice to have a familiar face in all the chaos. I’ll be in town a little longer than I thought. Let me know what works for dinner.’

“How about never,” you thought to yourself as you slid the phone back into your bag.

house cleaning with sonny?

“When did we get so much stuff?’ Sonny asked as he helped you pick up toys, clothes and random things around the house.

“I think it came with the kids,” you replied wryly. All the kids were in bed, so it was the best time to clean.

Sonny stood in the middle of the family room with an armful of random items. “We need to figure out a better system here,” Sonny stated.

“Oh, God.” You gagged when you found a sippy cup of spoiled milk shoved into the couch cushions.

He took the cup from your hand, holding it at arm’s length and put it in the trash. “That’s been there for awhile.”

You took the clothes from Sonny and it them in the washer, while he finished picking up toys. He dry mopped the floor after you dusted and straightened things.

The next room to attack was the kitchen. “You wash, I’ll dry,” Sonny suggested.

“Deal.” You filled the sink with hot, soapy water. As you passed the last dish to Sonny you saw him grinning. “What’s that grin all about?”

“Just thinkin’ about our first place.” Sonny dried the last dish and placed it in the cabinet.

“That tiny little apartment on 2nd. We had some good times there,” you said wistfully. “Not a thing out of place.”

“No sippy cups of spoiled milk.”

“One or two loads of laundry a week, instead of three or four a day.”

“Eating hot meals,” he said with a chuckle.  “But I’ll tell you what. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.” He ran a hand along your jaw to the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss.

“Hmmm…me either,” you sighed softly.

carisi-dreams:

anon requested: "How will we feel 20 years from now?“ from Stevie Nicks prompt. With Razor and Veronica. ❤ their story!

thank you! they are so fun to write & explore.

Razor threaded his hand in Veronica’s and stared up at the night sky. Their dinner earlier in the evening had gone well and now they were splayed out on the roof of the building next to the club house. She had only protested minutely when she saw the rickety fire escape and pointed down at her heels with an exasperated look. He’d smiled before disappearing and reappearing with a pair of his work boots that had been lying around. They’d hardly been better than the heels, as over sized as they were, but she managed.

He swept his thumb over her hand rhythmically, but kept a respectful distance on the blanket. He didn’t want her to think he was trying to pressure her into anything. The look she had given him earlier when they’d finally gotten to the top of the roof had been nervous and it took him a beat to sweep his eyes over the setting and clue in as to why. It had been a long time since he had tried to woo anyone. Craneas tended to fall into his lap when he needed a baser need filled, or when he was just plain bored. Veronica was different though, and not just for the most obvious reason.

“This is nice, right?” he asked quietly. He turned his head and traced his eyes over her profile as she remained staring up into the night sky. The light pollution from town drastically reduced the number of stars that were visible, but the longer they stayed up there the more their eyes adjusted.

“It’s really nice, Andre,” Veronica replied with a small smile. She inched over closer to him on the blanket and he cautiously put an arm around her. She pillowed her head on his bicep and he smiled a pleased smile to himself. “It feels so peaceful.”

“I’m glad,” he breathed. He chanced a kiss to her cheek and when she remained relaxed in his grip he pressed another one to her temple. “How will we feel 20 years from now?” he teased.

She laughed at that and rolled closer into his body. “Twenty years? This is our third date! Aren’t you putting the cart before the horse, a little? Who says I want to keep you around for that long,” she joked.

“Hey!” he yelped. “Why wouldn’t you want to!”

She just laughed again and he was forced to join her. Her joy was contagious.

“Maybe…if you play your cards right,” she answered finally. “Maybe in twenty years we’ll still feel this peaceful.”