“You know, he’s probably getting you something to celebrate,” nonna said after a few moments of silence with a knowing look and gesture of her head towards your left hand. The two of you were cooking, she was teaching you a new recipe and working on your Italian, when Sonny had announcedr that he needed to run into town because he had forgotten an essential. You gave he a quizzical look.
“Really? You think so?” you asked her. “Don’t think he forgot toothpaste or whatever?” She shook her head with a smile, stirring the pot.
“Hmm, no I don’t. I know my grandon. He was probably supposed to propose at the vineyard tomorrow, hmm? Got too excited and couldn’t wait. He’s probably going to come back with flowers and champagne or something,” she went on as she gestured for you to continue chopping. “To him, it probably is an essential. Or maybe that’s an alibi. Either way, I will almost guarantee he walks through that door with something for you. He is a sweet boy, Dominick.” You nodded your agreement and let a soft smile spread over your face.
“The sweetest. My favorite,” you agreed before turning back to the food, glancing every often at the ring on your hand.
Thank You! Love fluff. Love the nonna /Italy storyline.
Of course my dear! Also never feel bad for sending any type of ask, I’m happy to receive them all. You have all my love and I hope you enjoy this!
Sonny had come home his forehead beaded with sweat and his hands clenched. He’d let the door slam shut behind him instead of shutting and locking it quietly as he usually did. There hadn’t been the usual “Hey doll!” called into the apartment but rather a heavy sigh followed by his keys hitting the marble counters in the kitchen.
It was rare that Sonny would go straight for the whisky when he got home. He reserved alcohol for only the toughest cases and saddest days. He’d been drinking a lot less since he’d met you. After he’d almost been executed point blank you’d gotten him to go to therapy and he was better for it. Sonny felt guilty for needing help, he was the one who was supposed to help others. He was the help. It took countless nights of you begging him and reasoning with him for Sonny to finally make an appointment to meet with a therapist.
“This is not a negotiation,” Sonny was saying dangerously. “I don’t negotiate with terrorists.” You both stood on opposite ends of the couch, pillows in hand and raised. Couch cushions were overturned from where you’d both jumped up onto the couch in order gain leverage to hit the other before darting away.
“If you set your pillow down, I’ll do the same,” you repeated giving him a warning look. He narrowed his eyes at you and you gave him an innocent expression before deciding to play dirty. Shifting the pillow to one hand you trailed your now free hand down the front of your body, fingers catching on the two buttons of his shirt that you had closed around your frame. His eyes tracked your hand movement and you fought to keep the smirk off of your face, Sonny was few things if he wasn’t predictable. He faltered and lowered his pillow slightly and that’s when you took the opportunity to hit him again, cackling at his surprised face before darting away.
“You play dirty! You’ll pay for that, doll!” Sonny called and you heard his footsteps behind you and shrieked with laughter.
Short lil sleep deprived fic bc this gif is everything
Your heart was beating so quickly it felt like it would punch it’s way out of your chest, falling right there onto the dirty metal grating. Blood rushing in your ears, palms pricking with sweat.
It was only for a moment, a brief, terrifying second that you thought you saw him as you entered the crowded subway station, a single face among a sea of hundreds.
You had hoped maybe it was your eyes deceiving you, after several long, sleepless nights. You were stressed, you were tired, and your brain must have been creating images that weren’t there. Because as soon as you squinted your eyes, stepped a little closer, he was gone. Vanished, into thin air, it seemed.
But, you knew he didn’t just vanish. People didn’t just disappear. And you knew you were on your third cup of coffee, hands shaky, but painfully wide awake.
You tried to steady your breathing, leaning against the cool, tiled wall and harshly rubbing at your eyes.
A sinking feeling settled in the pit of your stomach, and you recognized the feeling as if it were an old, long lost friend.
SVU addict 