Tag: comfort

Sonny hadn’t slept in three nights. When he came home that evening, you knew he had been drinking. You had seen the news that day. It broke your heart just watching it on TV. Sonny had been there. He had talked Sam down. Sonny was a strong man. Not only physically but emotinally. But honestly, you weren’t sure how much more he could take. 

Sonny turned over to face you. He smiled seeing you next to him. “Mornin’ doll.” Sonny reached for you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your chest.

You snaked an arm around his shoulders, while the other gently stroked his hair. You placed a kiss to his temple. “I’m here. Whenever you’re ready.” 

Fine. Go. Part 3

//This is a bit of a long one. So settle in.//

“I’m glad you decided to come.” Mike glanced down at you. The four of you had just got to the zoo. Isaac was skipping along just in front of you and Cora was on Mike’s shoulders.

“You kinda put me in a tough spot, Mike. Regardless it’s good for the kids to see us get a-” You were interrupted by the ringing of Mike’s phone.

He grimaced when he checked the caller ID.  “Sorry. It’s work. I…” His face looked sad and regretful. He looked down at his phone as it continued to ring.

“Of course it is.” Gathering Cora from Mike, you walked ahead. You couldn’t hear the converstion but got the gist. No doubt he’d have to go in. Letting out a long sigh you took Isaac and Cora over to the elepahants.

Mike came up behind you and placed his hand on your lower back, causing you to flinch. “Sorry. I did’t mean to startle, I- uh, I have to go in. Sonny is out of town and Jesse is sick so Amanda-”

Laughing unhumorously you shook your head, “Just go Michael”, you shot a glare at him. “I don’t know why I thought today would be any different.”

“That’s not fair, Y/N.” Mike countered back. “It is my job. There’s no one else to go in. ”

“And if I hadn’t been here with you? What would you have done? And you want to talk about fair? I’ll tell you what’s not fair. Promising the kids a day at the zoo, then bailing. You know what else isn’t fair? Me having to be the one to tell them all the time why daddy had to leave.” Turning on your heel, you walked away.

Anne and William offered to give the kids a bath, while you cleaned up dinner. There was a knock at the door, “Coming”, you called as you dried your hands. You were surprised to see Mike at the door. You stared up at him, “Mike. What are you doing here? Are you okay?” He looked anything but okay.

“Can I come in?”, he asked. “I’d like to tell the kids good night, tuck them in.” His face looked beyond exhausted and it made your heart ache. You opened the door wider and gestured him in.  

“Your dad and Anne are giving them a bath right now”, you answered as you walked back to the kitchen to finish the dishes. Mike trailed behind you then slouched into a chair at the table.. “There’s leftovers. I’m sure you didn’t eat it anything.”

“Yeah, thanks. Food would be great”, he responded with a half smile. Grabbing the food from the refrigerator, he popped it in the microwave.

You continued to load the dishwasher, with your back to him. Feeling the weight of his stare, you turned to look at him. “What Mike?”

“How did things get so bad?“ His voice was barely a whisper.

Pursing your lips together, "I wish I had an answer to that. If we did, we probably wouldn’t be where we are right now.”  Your eyes locked with his and there was still that pull, that had been there since the night you met.

He ambled over to where you were leaning against the counter. He reached a finger out to stroke your cheek. You moved and his hand fell back to his side. ‘’It kills me that you move away from my touch, Y/N. I never thought…” his voice trailed off.

Feeling tears threaten and your resolve weaken, you stepped around him. “Me either.” Right now you really wanted his touch, craved it actually. You took a cleansing breath,  "I’ll see if the kids are done with their baths.“

"Y/N?” Mike called after you. You turned to look back.“I love you. Just wanted to remind you. And that will never change.”

Nodding your head, “I know. I love you too”, you responded. “It’s never been a question of love, Michael.” Your voice was small. God your heart was hurting. All you wanted to do was run to his arms, feel his strong, protective but gentle embrace. Breath in his scent. Hear his heartbeat. Instead, you turned your back and left him standing in the kitchen.

The evening was cool, lightening bugs flickered in the dark and the sky was so clear you were pretty sure you could count every star in the sky. Stretching out on the lounger you sipped your wine and laid your head back.

“The kids were out before I finished their story”, he chuckled a bit. “Mind if I join you?” Simply shrugging your shoulders, you sipped your wine again. “I figured I’d find you out here. Sky is gorgeous tonight.” He stated as he took the chair beside you.

You didn’t answer him but continued to look up at the stars. The silence stretched between you. How could someone be so close but feel so far away.

Mike audibley sighed, "I know you’re mad at me, Y/N. And I get why. I just wish you would talk to me.”

“I’m not mad. I’m hurt. There’s a difference.” Repositioning yourself to look at Mike you studied his face. He looked like you felt- tired, sad, scared.

 This time the ringing phone was your own. it finally seemed like you and Mike could start talking. Your brow furrowed when your mom’s number popped up. You had just talked to her earlier in the afternoon.

“Hello?” You stood from your chair, the tone of her voice alarming you. “Mom calm down. He what? Oh, no. Mom.” Your eyes growing big. Mike shot out of the chair, his hands on your shoulders. “No. Okay, I’m on the first flight. I love you too.”

“What is it? What’s wrong?” His eyes frantically searching your face. 

You were thankful Mike had a grip on your shoulders at he moment. You took a shaky breath, “It’s my dad.” You shot your eyes up to Mike. “He, uh, he was shot. They don’t think he’ll make it …Wh-” but you were unable to finish your sentence.

Mike gathered you in his arms, “Shhh…I got you.” He presesd a kiss to your head. “I’m here, love. I got you, I got you.”

got an email from my school that has me feeling super inadequate in my field and a lot like a failure. could i possibly get something with peter cheering his gf – smut or no smut. i just kind of need some soft!peter rn

//Absolutely! I LOVE Peter, and soft Peter sigh.

When Peter got home he could tell right away that something was bothering you. On the verge of tears, you explained to him about the email. “Let me see it.” His brow furrowed.

Peter sat at the desk and opened the laptop. You stood behind him, looking over his shoulder while he read the email. He raised his eyebrows, then frowned and shook his head. “Darling, first of all, they are way off base in this email. They obviously have no clue what they are talking about.

“I-I thought I was doing so well. Then bam! I get blindsided by…”, You took a shaky breath.

Peter pulled you into his lap and kissed your head. Laying your head on his chest, you breathed in his scent. “You are better than what they are saying. I know for a fact the work you put into your case projects and presentations”, Peter said as he stroked your hair.

You sat like that for awhile when Peter suddenly stood up and placed you on your feet. “Okay. We’re not doing this. C’mon, get your shoes on.”

“Peter. I really don’t really feel up to-” Peter put a finger to your lips, quieting you.

“That’s exactly the reason we should.” Peter stated matter of fact. 

You studied him for a few seconds, knowing full well you were going to do whatever he wanted to do. “Fine. But I’m not changing.” You were comfortable in cut offs and T-shirt.

Peter chuckled, “Gray’s Papaya doesn’t really have strict dress code.”

Heading back home, the skies opened up. “This day just keeps getting better”, you huffed as you and Peter ran for cover. Watching the rain pour down for a few minutes, you finally said “I’m gonna just call a cab.”

Peter held his hand out to you, “Dance with me?” He smiled down at you.

“Are you crazy?” You asked shaking your head but not able to hold back a smile. Taking Peter’s hand you said, “Fine.”

Peter pulled you into the rain and spun you around. Spinning back into him he took you close to him and started swaying.

Peter started humming, then singing. “My dear you look wonderful, tonight.”

You started laughing, hard. “P-Peter, you-” the laughter took over shaking your whole body. In one move he dipped you.

“There she is.” He kissed you, then hoisted you back up. “How about we go home, help another get out of these wet clothes and into a hot steamy shower?”

You got on tip toe, and crushed a kiss to his lips. Your tongue slipping into his mouth.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He grinned.

Hurt/comfort dialogue: 1. “Can you please come and get me” Just give Sonny the love and comfort he deserves!

As requested by @musicalmedic Sorry, this is a bit of long one. Hope you enjoy it!

“Perfect” you said admiring your freshly painted nails. Date night for you and Sonny, finally. It had been way too long. Between his unpredictable hours, your long days at the hospital and a toddler you barely had time to breath let alone go on a date. Now 5 months pregnant with baby Carisi #4, things were only going to get more crazy. You had been planning this night for 2 weeks. Bella agreed to keep the boys for the night, God bless her.

Your cell rang as you were walking to the closet to put on your dress. Sonny’s beautiful face popped up on the screen. “This call better be telling me you are on your way home, Detective.” Silence. “Sonny, babe, you there?” After a few seconds you heard Sonny’s voice. Only it wasn’t your husbands usual upbeat voice.

 “Y-yeah, I, uh, I….” he let out a deep breath, he continued his voice shaky. “C-can you please come get me?” Bile immediately rises in your throat. 

“Where are you? Are you OK?” trying to keep your voice calm.

 “At church. Please doll, I need you.” Your heart broke, 

“Oh Dominick, I’m on my way. I love you.” “I love ya too.”

You scrambled into some jeans and sweatshirt, slipped on your shoes and you were out the door.  Making it to church in record time, you hurried into the church. You saw him right away. He was kneeling, clutching his rosary, eyes closed. “Sonny” speaking softly and touching his shoulder, so you didn’t startle him. He stood quickly and wrapped you in his arms so tight you could barely breath. Encircling him with your own arms you ran your hands up and down his back while softly whispering “I’m here. I got you babe.”

After several minutes of holding one another, he loosened his grip and looked down at you. His expression haunted. Eyes sad, scared. Reaching up to touch his face, you noticed the dry blood in his hair. Your breath caught. “What happened? Are you hurt?” He shook his head no, 

“Not my blood. His blood.” A part of you was relieved, while the other part knew whatever happened had shook Sonny to his core. 

“Hey let’s go home, huh?” Sonny replied, 

“Pray with me, please.” His eyes pleading. “Of course.” You knelt down beside your beautiful, broke husband. You prayed for peace and comfort for Sonny and for guidance and strength to help him through what happened. He squeezes your hand letting you know he’s ready to go.

The car ride was quiet. Sonny never stopped touching you the whole way. Once you got home, you helped him get out of his coat and shoes. He stood motionless, like he didn’t know what to do next. Taking his hand and guiding him into the bedroom. You finished helping him undress. His favorite shirt, and yours, was ruined. He loved seeing you wearing only that shirt.

“Let’s go shower.”, You took his hands in yours

“Yeah that sounds good.” he says.  Once in the shower, Sonny grasped your hips.

 “Here. Lean down so I can wash your hair”, you instruct. He complies and your heart clenches when you see the water run dark red as you rinse his hair. Soon the water is running clear, and you finish washing his body. You shut off the water and climb out of the shower. You wrap a towel around your hair and body and pass him one as well. You run your hands through his clean, wet hair. He looks so young when his hair is flopping in his eyes, you raise on tip toe and kiss his nose. He gives you a small smile. Grinning back at him, you lead him back to the bedroom.

You him a pair of his sweats and and slip one of his T-shirts over your head. “Hungry?” you ask. 

 “Not right now. Can you just lay in bed with me? I need to feel you” and he takes your hand, kissing it. He melts your heart, you would do anything for this man. Pulling the covers back, you get into bed and he follows. He gives a soft, but passionate kiss and lays his head in your lap, giving your belly a kiss as well. You gently scratch the back of his neck with one hand and the other resting on Sonny’s arm.  

Taking a deep breath Sonny started talking. “I went in first. We knew Cole had Quinn in that house. It was just me and Liv. I went in before her. I got upstairs, and finally found her. She tied up, gagged.”, taking a deep breath he continued. She was trying to warn me. I didn’t hear him come up behind me. When I turned around…” he trailed off. You were quiet, waiting for him to tell the rest. “He, uh, he put the gun to my head.”

 You froze. “Sonny, Jesus. I…” 

“Don’t stop’. It feels good.” You start running your fingers over the back of his neck. “The whole time all I could think of was you and the kids. Liv coming to the door, telling you what happened. How would you tell the boys? My Ma? And the baby would never know me. I’d be leaving you alone.” 

Tears started running down your face. You swiped them away quickly. You didn’t want to upset Sonny anymore than he already was.”The next thing I know, Cole is on the floor and his blood is…Liv got a good shot. She saved me.”He let put a breath.

You pull him up and deliver a crushing kiss. He returns the kiss just as enthusiastically. Before you know it you both are pulling off clothes. Holding on to one another like your lives depended on it. 

After you both laid in bed, holding one another, limbs tangled. Sonny kissed your head and peppered kisses to his chest. He pulls your chin up to look at him “I could definitely go for some food now”, he said with a lop-sided grin.

 “Same here” you replied and returned the smile. 

“Santiago’s pizza, Netflix and chill?” He asked.

 “Sounds good to me”, you reply with a giggle. 

“You know you’re pretty amazin’, right doll?”

 “I believe I’ve heard that somewhere before.” 

“C’mon. You order and I’ll find somethin’ for us to watch. Hey, thanks for ya know everything you did today. For me”.

 “Hey. For better or worse” remember? I got you, you got me.” 

“I love you Mrs. Carisi.”

 “Right back at ya, Detective.”