“Hey, Ma. Think we can have dessert now?” Sonny asked as his eyes darted to you then around the table.
“How in the world do you have room after that big dinner?” Teresa said. The Carisi Christmas dinner had been impressive. And you still had to go to your parents later that day.
“I’ll help you bring dessert out,” you offered.
“Oh thank you. Such a sweet girl, this one. You better do keep her,” his Mom said then winked at Sonny.
When you came back out of the kitchen, Sonny was on one knee, holding a ring box. You would have dropped the pie if Sonny’s Dad hadn’t taken it from your hand.
“Y/F/N Y/L/N, these last few months have been the best of my life. I know we haven’t been together long but I know there is no one out there that can make me as happy as you have. I love you with everything I have. Will you please do me the honor of being my wife?” Sonny eyes were glassy and full of hope.
Sniffles and soft murmuring could be heard behind you from Sonny’s mom and sisters. Your chin started to tremble and you could feel tears falling down your cheeks. All you could do at first was nod your head. Finally you were able to eek out a ‘yes’.
Sonny stood and placed the ring on your shaking hand, his own hand was unsteady. He leaned down and gave you a kiss that curled your toes. The whole room erupted. Sonny picked you up and swung you around. “Best day ever,” he said softly against your neck.
PETER STONE
"Are you excited?” you asked Peter as you entered the stadium. He was asked to throw the opening pitch for a Cubs game. He had been practicing for a couple weeks, being careful not to aggravate his old injury.
“Nervous is more like it,” he said with a chuckle.
Peter’s pitch was perfect as it sailed over home plate. He waved to the cheering crowd. Peter jogged off the field to where you were waiting. He had a big smile on his face. “That felt so good. I didn’t realize how much I missed it.” He swooped you up in a big hug. “C’mon. Let’s go to our seats.”
During the seventh inning stretch Peter seemed more nervous. His leg was bouncing, he adjusted his watch giving you a tight smile.
“Ladies and gentlemen. Please bring your attention to jumbotron,” the announcer boomed over the speaker.
You tuned to look at the screen and saw yourself. Then you saw him, Peter was on one knee. “I had a big speech made up but it didn’t convey how much I love you and how much I want you to be my wife. I want to spend my life making you as happy as you have made me. Marry me, please.”
You covered your mouth in surprise. Peter took your hand and slipped the diamond solitare on your finger. “Of course I’ll marry you Peter.” Peter stood and pulled you into him for a kiss. The crowd went wild. ‘She said YES!!!” flashed on the jumbotron.
You took his hand pulling him to the exit. “You don’t want to stay for the rest of the game?”
“No I want to be with my fiance,” you said with a wink.
Peter flashed you a wide grin. “Lead the way.”
NICK AMARO
NIck had made multiple attempts to ask you to marry him, unbeknown to you. Seemed like something always happened, he was called in on a case, you had to work a double shift, you had a bad stomach bug one weekend you were supposed to go away. Nick wanted it to be romantic but it just wasn’t working out. Nick came in the door greeted by the smell of fresh baked peanut butter cookies, his favorite.
“Hey babe,” you said in greeting popping a cookie in your mouth. “How was your day?” you asked as you turned to pull another sheet of cookies out of the oven and sat them on the counter..
“It was good actually. Hoping it will get even better in the next couple of minutes,” he said with a shaky voice.
“Yeah? And why is th-,” your eyes grew big and your mouth dropped open in surprise. He was down on one knee. He took your hand. “My love for you has no end. You’re in my heart, you’re in my soul. I was wondering if you would spend the rest of your life with me?”
“Nick, oh my God! Yes! Yes!” you responded enthusiastically.
He patted his coat pocket. “Shit. Hold on. Sorry about the language,” he kissed you quickly then ran from the room. When he came back in he slid across the floor making you giggle. He opened the ring box.
“It’s beautiful, Nick,” you said in a whisper as he slid the ring on your finger.
“I know it wasn’t the most romantic proposal,” he said shyly with a shrug of his shoulders.
“It was absolutely perfect.” You stretched up and kissed him softly.
could we get a fic with a reader making mike come in his pants and then making him go about his day like that? i love your fics so much!!! thanks for sharing with us!
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*Takes place the short time was Mike was acting commander, so he had Liv’s office 😉😏*
Mike enveloped you in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his waist and tilted your head up to give him a kiss. “How was your appointment? Mike asked you as he sat back down in his chair.
You perched on the edge of his desk. "Good. Said we can… you know,” you said suggestively and waggled your brows.
Mike looked at you confused. “Oh. Best news I’ve heard all day,” he said when he realized when you meant. He pulled you into his lap. “What do you have in mind?”
“Surely you can guess,” you replied. When you repositioned yourself in his lap he was already hard. “Always so eager, Sarge. If just sitting in your lap gets you this excited…” you trailed off.
“Y/N. Not here,” he said rather stern when you got up to close the office door to the curious eyes and ears in the bullpen.
A grin spread across your face as you sauntered back to his desk. Your eyes never breaking from his. “Relax.”
He stood giving you a serious look. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.
You backed him up to sit on the edge of the desk and cupped his erection. Mike took a sharp intake of breath. “I love how hard you get for me. It turns me on so much,” you whispered into his ear while slowly rubbing him through his pants.
“Y/N-we…shouldn’t, ah God,” he gasped out. He closed his eyes and reached out to grasp you hips.
“Just thinking about you pumping your big, fat cock in and out of pussy…mmm…makes me so wet,” you continued your voice husky. “Have you missed it?”
“Fu- ahhhhhh, I missed it so much,” he opened his hazel eyes. “I’m so close. God.” He grinded into your hand, looking for any friction. He bit down on his lower lip hard.
“Hmmm..just think about everything we’re gonna do to one another tonight.” You placed a kiss behind his ear.
That did. Mike cummed hard. You smirked at him. “Hope rest of your day is good.” See you this evening.“ You placed a kiss to his swollen lip.
"You know I dont have any clean pants, right?” Mike responded slightly breathless.
The fling with Joan was just that, a fling. They spent a weekend together. It happened only once. He didn’t develop feelings for her and never wanted her to leave her husband. Peter was heart-broken(you did the breaking up) and looking for company. Joan was simply a distraction. He told you before the two of you got back together. He didn’t want secrets between the two of you.
The reader didn’t date anyone seriously. You went out for a drink with a co-worker. Peter saw the two of you together. That’s the night he met Joan. He thought you had moved on and it broke his heart.
“Mrs. Stone. Your husband is here to see you,” Eli, your assistant informed you over the intercom. “Y/N?” Eli said your name when you didn’t answer.
“Tell him I’m in with a client, please.” You hated to ask him to lie to you but you just really didn’t want to see Peter.
A few seconds later the door to your office swung open. Peter was standing in the threshold. “We need to talk.” He closed the door behind him. You saw Eli behind him mouth ‘sorry’ before the door shut.
“Kinda busy right now,” you said as you turned your attention back to the file in your hand. As far you were concerned Peter could go take a flying leap.
Peter rounded your desk, taking the file folder from your hand. “This is serious.”
You sighed then looked up at him. Exhaustion and stress were evident in the dark circles and disheveled appearance. “What is so important that you had to interrupt my work day, but couldn’t bother to come home last night or call me?” you questioned, leaning back in your chair, resting your hands on your belly.
He leaned against your desk, his gaze dropping to your very pregnant form. “Last night when I was at the bar with Fin a woman approached us. She looked like she had seen a ghost when she saw me. I didn’t recognize her at first. She accused me of sexually assaulting her.”
The breath went out of your lungs. All you could do was stare at him. When you finally regained your composure you asked him, “And when did this happen?”
“It didn’t happen,” he snapped. “I have never-I would nev-”
You arched an eyebrow at him. “That’s not how I meant it, Peter.”
“Sorry. I’m-just…12 years ago.”
It was a couple years before the two of you had met which gave you a bit of relief. “Okay. What happened?”
Peter pushed off your desk and started pacing around your office. He stopped, looking at the family pictures you had displayed on the wall. He ran a finger over the glass of the most recent picture. “It was a late-season game. We went to a bar. A group of us decided to go back to my hotel room. We all had been drinking…a lot. Me and this girl. We were making out-”
“I get the picture.” You held a hand up halting any more details.
“Anyway, when I woke up I was by myself. I called her the next day. She said never contact her again, or she’d go to the police because I raped her. I swear I didn’t do anything.” Peter ran his hand through his hair.
“Wow. Peter. This is…What else did she say?”
“She smacked me across the face and left. That’s when I left and went to Fin’s we had a few more drinks. I passed out. Woke up on his couch,” he explained. “Say something, please.”
“What would you like me to say? I’m in shock here, Peter.”
“Tell me that you believe me. That you trust me,” he pleaded.
“Of course I believe you,” you reassured him. You pushed yourself up from your chair to stand in front of Peter and took his hands.
“I going to ask Liv to open an investigation,” Peter informed you.
“Wait. What? No. You can’t do that.” That was the last thing you expected to hear. When you tried to let go of his hands, his grip tightened.
“I have to clear this up. Whatever she thinks she did, she’s wrong. I can’t have this like a black cloud hanging over me,” he explained apologetically. Peter’s face was a bevy of emotion. He had made up his mind you knew that there was no changing it.
“You’re sure this is what you want?” He nodded his head. “Then I support you, whatever you need to do.”
Peter pulled you to him, engulfing you in his arms. “I love you,” he murmured into your neck.
“Where’s Liv?” you asked as you stormed into the precinct.
She stepped out of her office. “Y/N. Everything okay?”
“You arrested Peter?”
“I had no choice,” Liv said softly.
“You had no choice? Are you kidding me?” Your voice became louder, drawing attention from the rest of the precinct. Sonny came up beside you and placed a hand on your shoulder. “We have two children at home. I’m pregnant.” You started crying. “He didn’t do this, Liv. He’s the one who asked you to open an investigation. Do you not believe him? Isn’t he credible?”
Liv stood not saying a word.
You shook your head and wiped the tears from your eyes. “Unbelievable. And you call yourself a friend. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go to my husband’s arraignment.”
“I’ll come with ya,” Sonny offered as he grabbed his coat and followed you out of the station.
The judge granted Peter ROR, thankfully. Peter wanted to stop for coffee and muffins on the way home. While you were standing in line a man started conversing with Peter. He knew a lot of people so you didn’t think much of it. When the man introduced himself as Gary Kent you started listening.
“This your wife? Huh?” Gary looked at you. “How does it feel to be married to a rapist, have children with him,” he yelled through the coffee shop.
“Leave her alone,” Peter warned as he moved you behind him.
“Whoa, this guy played for the Cubs! This guy in the nice suit, he raped my wife!”
“Gary. He didn’t do it. I’m not discrediting that something happened to her,” you said softly.
Gary pulled a gun. “Out. Everyone out!”
Peter pushed you to the door. “No! Peter, I’m not-”
“Just go, please,” Peter begged.
Before you could protest any further, you were being pushed out the door with the other patrons and employees.
“Liv. Oh, thank God. Gary. He’s in there. He has a gun on Peter, he, he-,” you stammered.
“I’m going to find out what’s going on. He’s going to be okay,” Olivia placed her hands on your shoulders.
“No. You don’t understand. My husband is in that bar,” the woman’s voice was frantic.
You watched a woman and a young girl came rushing toward you and Liv. “That’s her.”
Liv nodded and went toward Sarah. She locked eyes with you for a split second. She just figured out who you were as well. Her daughter had to be 11, maybe 12. You gasped and covered your mouth. “Oh, Jesus.” That could be Peter’s daughter. No. He, no he didn’t do it. How could you think like that?
Officers rushing past you brought you back to now. First Gary, then Peter came out of the bar. “Peter!” you called to him as you ran to him. He caught you when you jumped into his arms. From the corner of your eye, you saw Sarah leaving when the officers took Gary away in cuffs.
“Can we go home, please,” Peter asked as his face was still buried in your neck. You weren’t sure he even saw Sarah. His arm went around your shoulders. Neither of you said anything to Liv as you walked past her.
A couple days later Reggie was arrested for Sarah’s rape. Liv was able to get him to confess. More good news, Gary was Sarah’s father.
“So this whole time she thought it was you. Not being sure all those years. Living with what happened to her. Feeling like she couldn’t tell her husband.” You took a deep breath. “When all this was happening. When I saw Sarah and Emma, there was a moment I doubted you. I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be. When all the noise was coming at me, I doubted myself.” Peter’s head rested on your chest. “Active in there tonight,” Peter remarked as his hand gently caressed your belly. When you looked down he was smiling.
Your fingers lazily ran through his short hair. “Yeah. They’re night owls.” You chuckled. “They really get going around 1AM.”
Peter was quiet for a couple minutes. “I’m going to start counseling Monday. I’d like for you to come with me,” he requested.
Requested by: @svucarisiaddict *Peter Stone aka the love of my life, asks you to go on vacation with him….*
On a cold, blustery day, Y/F/N Y/L/N, dressed in her nursing attire and winter coat and hat, headed towards the courthouse in Manhattan to meet up with her boyfriend, ADA Peter Stone. The couple have been dating for the past year, and since then, work has become between them. With the cases Peter has been working on, and Y/N at the Bellevue Hospital as a nurse in the pediatrics ward, there was no time to go on vacation. Hopefully when they meet today, Peter is hoping to convince Y/N to go on a vacation with him. Y/N made her way to Peter’s office, where she saw Peter’s secretary, Carmen, and approached her desk.
“Hey, Carmen. I’m here to see Mr. Stone. Is he with someone or is he busy right now?” Y/N asked Carmen.
“No, Miss Y/N, he’s free right now. Go ahead right in.” Carmen replied as Y/N approached the door.
“Carmen, please call me Y/N. Besides, we’re friends.” Y/N said as entered Peter’s office and saw him sitting there working on his computer.
Y/N walks over to Peter, bends down to kiss Peter’s cheek, and then sits down in his lap, and Peter puts down his pen and turns to his loving girlfriend.
“Hey Y/N. What are you doing here?” Stone asks Y/N as she goes to proceed with her answer.
“Well, I’m on my lunchbreak, so I figured I’d come and see you before I have to return to Bellevue.” Y/N says as she puts her arms around Stone’s neck.
“Well, since I got you here, I have some vacation days coming up, and was wondering if you wanted to go with me, if that’s alright with you? Wanna head to Hawaii? Miami?” Stone asks Y/N as she has a smile on her face.
“Duh, Petey. Of course I’ll go on vacation with you. Besides, I could use a vacation anyway. Hmmm, I’m thinking you, me, and the beautiful beaches of Miami.” Y/N says as she gives Stone one of the most adorable kisses on the planet.
Awww…love it!
Working on a Peter fic based on last night’s episode. Hoping to have it out tonight along with the next part of the Sonny UC series.
This had been a major issue between you and your Dad. It caused a major strife in your already strained relationship. There was some bad blood between Ben and your Dad. It happened years before when you and Peter were kids. You didn’t even know your families knew one another until that day. Your Dad assumed Peter was like his father which was far from the truth.
After you and Peter got married and had kids, they at least tried to get along for your sake and for the kids.
A couple of years before you and Peter got married, you broke up for a short time, about three months. The two of had a huge fight that started over something stupid. Peter had an affair during that time with a woman named Joan, who was separated from her husband. (I’m using part of a storyline from Chicago Justice.) Peter told you about the whole thing when the two of you started talking and working things out. You were hurt but glad he was honest with you.
Almost two years ago, the affair was going to be made public by a journalist that Peter was going to subpoena to testify. While you knew the truth, Joan never told her husband. Your Dad was concerned about your reputation and that you’d be humiliated. That was a whole other fight between you, your Dad and Peter.
Peter’s recent drinking is not sitting well with him.
The upcoming issue that Peter is being accused of sexual harassment is going to just add to the tension.
[To: Peter 1:35AM] You probably think I’m crazy but I think about you all the time. I know we’ve only been on a few dates and not official or anything…
[From: Peter 1:37AM] Its the same for me. Just glad one of us had the courage to say something. I want to be official. I haven’t been out with anyone since we met.
[To: Peter 1:40AM] so I can say you’re my boyfriend?
[From:Peter 1:32AM] as long as I can say you’re my girlfriend ❤
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