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pairing: jason dilaurentis x female reader.

summary: 2x03 "my name is trouble" episode imagine/rewrite.

warnings: none.

*read previous part here!

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A week later, [Y/N] came to an empty home from school. After grabbing a snack, she decided to do some reading before starting her homework.

Just as she finished up a chapter, her phone rang from next to her on her bed. When she saw the caller was Spencer, she frowned in worry. Placing the bookmark on the recent page, she closed the book before answering her phone.

"Hey, Spence," she greeted, placing her book on the nightstand before sitting up on the bed again. "Everything okay?"

"Hey, [y/n/n]. Yeah, everything's fine!" Spencer answered rather enthusiastically, which made [Y/N]'s brows furrow.

"Alright, Spence, spill," she said in a playful stern voice and heard Spencer sigh on the other end.

"I may have called you to ask a favor," the brunette answered slowly.

"Sure, what is it?" asked [Y/N].

"Toby's working for Jason and I'm really worried," Spencer explained. "Can you check on him for me, please?"

"Wait, since when did Toby start working for Jason?" [Y/N] questioned, surprised.

"Since this afternoon," Spencer replied.

"You don't sound too happy about it," [Y/N] said.

"How can I be?" Spencer sighed. "For all we know, Jason could be hiding Ian, protecting him, in that creepy house."

"Spence," [Y/N] sighed this time. "I still don't think Jason would want to help his sister's murderer."

"Then, how do you explain the shadow I saw in his house yesterday?" Spencer challenged. "[y/n/n], I was right outside talking to him when I saw someone move upstairs. And, he told me he lived alone. He was clearly lying."

[Y/N] remained silent, processing Spencer's words. She still didn't believe Jason could be helping Ian hide.

However, she did find Jason's sudden return to Rosewood pretty strange. It was true that he didn't owe anyone explanation; yet, his cold demeanor towards her friends confused her because she had thought he had changed after working on Ali's memorial with them.

"Hello? Earth to [y/n/n]?" Spencer interrupted her from her thoughts.

"Sorry, I'm here," [Y/N] replied, shaking her head, hoping to remove her suspicious thoughts regarding Jason. "But, yeah, I'll go check on him."

"Thanks so much, [y/n/n], I owe you one," Spencer breathed out.

"No problem," smiled [Y/N]. "But, I have to ask you something."

"Sure," Spencer replied.

"You literally live right next door to Jason," [Y/N] spoke. "Why not just peak and make sure Toby's okay?"

"I tried," Spencer sighed out. "But, I couldn't see anything."

"It's okay," [Y/N] chuckled. "Alright, I'll check on your defenseless boyfriend and update you soon."

"You're very funny, you know that?" Spencer deadpanned.

"Sorry, I just had to," [Y/N] giggled. "Don't worry too much, alright? I'm sure Toby's okay."

"I'll try," Spencer replied. "Thanks again, [y/n/n]."

"Of course, talk to you later," [Y/N] answered and the two said their goodbyes before hanging up.

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Once [Y/N] got near the DiLaurentis house, she noticed a shirtless and sweaty Toby first, who seemed to be hard at work with a shovel in his hands. With another few steps, she noticed Jason who was dressed in a tight blue t-shirt and faded denim jeans as he placed some heavy bags in a wheelbarrow.

She took a deep breath in to calm her racing heart as she walked closer to the two men. Her steps must've been quiet because neither Toby nor Jason took notice of her, lost in their work.

"Hello," she greeted, causing the two men to look up at her in surprise.

"Hello, [Y/N]," Jason greeted her back with a smile, standing straight as Toby did the same.

"Hey, [y/n/n], what are you doing here?" Toby asked, resting his hands on top of the shovel.

"A little birdie told me that you got a job so I figured I'd stop by and say congratulations," she replied, hoping her breathy voice didn't give away how nervous she was -- especially with Jason's gaze on her.

"Is that little birdie's name Spencer?" Toby asked, smiling mischievously.

"Of course, not," [Y/N] said, a little too fast for her liking. "Haven't you heard? My friends and I are spending some time apart. Doctor's orders."

"I just saw you guys together recently," Jason replied before Toby could and [Y/N] looked at him. She knew he was talking about the time he caught the girls sneaking out at night a couple of days ago.

[Y/N] looked back at Toby, who had a Cheshire cat grin on his face.

"I wonder if that was before or after the doctor's orders," he commented.

"It- it was before," [Y/N] replied slowly and shifted to look at Jason when she noticed Toby didn't believe her words.

"It's alright, I won't tell anyone," Jason chuckled, holding up his hands. A few moments later, he cleared his throat before asking, "I'm gonna grab a drink. Do you guys want something?"

"I'm okay," Toby replied just as [Y/N] said, "No, thank you."

Jason gave her a smile in return before turning to walk inside the house.

"Alright, [y/n/n], what are you really doing here?" Toby asked quietly once Jason had disappeared inside the house.

[Y/N] sighed and walked closer to Toby, glancing at the closed door of the DiLaurentis house once.

"Spencer sent me," she admitted, making sure to keep her voice as quiet as Toby.

"I had a feeling," Toby sighed.

"She's really worried," [Y/N] said.

"Why is she so scared about me working for Jason?" Toby asked in genuine confusion. "I mean, he's been nothing but nice to me so far."

"She thinks he's hiding Ian," [Y/N] whispered, taking another glance at the shut door.

"That's insane!" Toby said a little loudly when [Y/N] shushed him.

"I don't know what goes through your girlfriend's brain," [Y/N] shrugged playfully.

"What do you think?" Toby asked her suddenly.

"Sorry?" [Y/N] frowned.

"Do you think Jason's suspicious too?" Toby questioned her and [Y/N] dropped her gaze from his for a moment.

"He hasn't really given me a reason to be suspicious about him so far," she finally said, looking up at Toby, who nodded at her in understanding.

Before Toby could reply to her, Jason walked out of the house, carrying out a trash bag with him.

"I would invite you guys in but the place is kind of crazy," he said once he was closer to Toby and [Y/N].

He threw the bag to the side when it opened and several bloodied gauze fell out of it.

[Y/N] stiffened in her spot and her eyes widened at the sight. She looked at Toby, who looked at her, concerned. She had a feeling Toby might've been reconsidering their conversation and to be honest, so was she.

"Uh, I cut myself," Jason explained with an awkward chuckle, rubbing his palms in his jeans.

"Hope you're okay now," [Y/N] said meekly once she was able to get some words out.

"Yeah, it was just a small cut," Jason replied and [Y/N] nodded.

"Well, I should get going now," she said, slowly backing out of the DiLaurentis yard. "It was nice seeing you two. Good night."

"Good night, [Y/N]," Jason answered.

"Thanks for stopping by, [y/n/n]," Toby told her with a smile. "Text me when you get home, okay?"

"Will do," [Y/N] smiled back at him and gave one last wave to Jason before turning around and making her way towards her home.

While walking, she sent a quick text to Spencer, letting the latter know that Toby was okay. She decided to keep the suspicious-bloodied-gauze from Jason's trash to herself as she knew sharing this with Spencer would make her friend go on a dangerous hunt to know what was up with Jason.

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cosmiccsun · 2 days

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Back to Rosewood

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pairing: jason dilaurentis x female reader.

summary: 2x02 "the goodbye look" episode imagine/rewrite.

warnings: mentions of murder.

*read previous part here!

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Night had fallen upon the town of Rosewood and [Y/N] found herself in the safety of her bedroom in her home. She was seated at her desk, trying to finish up her homework. However, the work laid open in front of her, unfinished as she found herself constantly getting distracted by the events of the past few months.

She had never once imagined that Ian’s death would bring up so much trouble for her friends and herself. The entire town seemed to believe the girls were liars, not believing their words of Ian being Alison’s killer. On top of that, she and her friends were still dealing with A along with therapy.

[Y/N] groaned and buried her face in her hands, thinking about the meeting with the therapist, Dr. Sullivan, earlier that day. She and the girls were close to telling the doctor about their cyber bully, and [Y/N] had to admit that it felt good.

But, as always, A was one step ahead and was successful in keeping the girls quiet. [Y/N] knew Dr. Sullivan must think she and her friends were crazy indeed by the way they had acted.

A knock on her door made her look up at the doorway and her parents along with her brother stood there with small smiles on their faces.

“You busy, kiddo?” her father spoke first.

“Uh, no, not really,” [Y/N] shook her head, closing her books and pushing them away. “Come on in.”

Her parents entered the room first and sat on her bed while she turned in her chair so that she sat facing them. Her brother came to stand next to her and perched at the edge of her desk, playfully messing up her hair. She gave him a playful glare before laughing when he stuck his tongue out at her.

The parents took a moment to admire their kids and the beautiful bond they shared. Reality hit them the next moment and they looked at each other sadly, knowing what they were about to ask next was going to take their daughter’s smile away, even if it would be temporary.

“So, sweetheart,” [y/m/n] began, clearing her throat. “Your father and I just got off the phone with your therapist a few minutes ago.”

Just as they had expected, the playfulness in [Y/N] faded as her expression turned serious.

“Oh,” she replied softly after a few moments. “Uh, yes, today was not a good day.”

“She didn’t tell us exactly what happened,” her father said next. “However, she did tell us that she doesn’t think it would be helpful to continue seeing you girls as a group.”

“So, she wants us to come in for individual sessions?” asked [Y/N], thinking that shouldn’t be too terrible.

“Well, yes,” her father continued after sharing a glance with her mother. “Also, based on your sessions, she’s making a recommendation.”

“Which I’m not a fan of,” her brother added to the conversation for the first time.

“W-what recommendation?” [Y/N] asked. Her worry grew with her brother’s words and she looked at him once before turning towards her parents again.

“Dr. Sullivan doesn’t think you girls are capable of maintaining a healthy friendship at the moment,” her mother explained with sympathy lacing her voice. “So, she’s recommending that you girls spend some time apart.”

“Are you saying that I can’t see or talk to my friends?” [Y/N] asked in disbelief.

“This is not forever, honey,” her father replied quickly.

“I don’t understand what the shrink is trying to do here by splitting up [y/n/n] and the girls,” her brother added. “They’ve been through so much. And, now with everything that’s happened with Ian, separating them is a terrible idea!”

“I know, son,” [y/f/n] sighed. “The other parents and we talked. We all mutually agreed that Dr. Sullivan’s suggestion might be for the best.”

“Unbelievable,” [y/b/n] muttered with a shake of his head.

“[Y/N], sweetheart, say something,” [y/m/n] said softly.

“I- I don’t know what to say,” [Y/N] replied with a shrug. “It looks like you guys have already decided.”

“It’s just temporary, we promise,” her mother answered apologetically.

[Y/N] dropped her gaze to the floor. She wanted to be upset and throw a tantrum, but that was not her. At the same time, she knew without a doubt that she and her friends would not just stop hanging out.

Even with this new restriction from their parents, [Y/N] was sure that she and the girls would find a way to connect and deal with the fallout from Ian’s death as well as the threat of A. They had to.

“I understand,” she said, looking back up at her parents with a light smile.

Her parents gave her a hug and thanked her for being understanding before leaving her room. Her brother, however, hung back with a suspicious look in his eyes.

“What?” [Y/N] asked, crossing her arms across her chest.

Her brother didn’t reply and waited until he was sure their parents were downstairs and out of earshot.

“You and your friends are not gonna listen, are you?” he asked quietly, his lips curled in a smirk, and [Y/N] sighed.

“Look, I feel bad, but we can’t just not hang out,” she answered softly. “There’s a lot going on and we need each other.”

“Hey, it’s going to be okay,” her brother’s playfulness disappeared and he moved to hug her, not liking the fact that his little sister was under a lot of stress. “I’m on your side in all of this. If you need anything, I’m right here.”

“I know,” she said, hugging him back. “Thank you.”

“Just be smart in sneaking around, though,” he teased, pulling back from the hug and ruffling her hair.

“For sure,” [Y/N] chuckled, nodding in agreement.

…

Later that night, [Y/N] was woken up by the vibration of her cellphone on the nightstand. She grabbed the phone to see a text message from Spencer: ‘S.O.S.’

[Y/N] quietly made her way down the stairs to grab her coat and sneakers. Just as she finished wearing her coat, her phone vibrated yet again and she checked it to see a text from Hanna this time: ‘I’m waiting in your backyard.’

[Y/N] loved that she and Hanna were not only the best friends but neighbors as well. That was how they became close, anyway. Still when it came to sneaking out at night to meet up with her friends, she wasn’t a big fan as she didn’t like the dark. But with Hanna, it was easier and she didn’t feel as scared.

She hurriedly wore her shoes and slipped out of her house through the backdoor to see Hanna waving at her while her other hand was buried in her coat pocket.

“Can’t believe Dr. Sullivan thought she could keep us apart from each other,” Hanna scoffed when [Y/N] reached her. “You can’t tell a lot about a person by their shoes, after all.”

“We’ll talk about it later,” [Y/N] said, half amused as she dragged Hanna with her. “Now, let’s go.”

The night was dark and chilly as the two friends made their way towards the greenhouse where Spencer had told the girls that she would be waiting.

When [Y/N] and Hanna reached the greenhouse, Aria and Emily were already there with Spencer. The five girls huddled closer together and Spencer began to explain about why she had messaged them all so late.

“Anyone could’ve sent that, Spence,” Aria was the first to speak after Spencer showed the girls a text that Melissa had received from an unknown number.

“Yeah, it could be some jerk trying to mess with Melissa,” Hanna added.

“Maybe, but it doesn’t seem random,” Spencer sighed, looking down at the message again and reading it. “It’s not safe. I can’t tell you.”

“I can’t tell you what?” Emily asked, her brows furrowed in thought.

“Wherever he is,” Spencer said, sounding confident.

“Spence, Ian is dead,” [Y/N] spoke, wrapping her arms around herself. The thought of Ian being alive made her feel uneasy. “I mean, we all saw him, didn’t we?”

“True,” Hanna said, touching [Y/N]’s forearm over her coat. “But, there’s only one way to know if its Ian texting Melissa or not.”

The other girls looked at Hanna curiously as she looked at Spencer with determined eyes.

“Answer him, Spence. Ask him something that only Ian would know.”

Spencer nodded before typing, ‘how do I know this is you?’

‘Ask me anything,’ came the reply almost immediately from the unknown number.

“I know,” Spencer whispered to herself before her fingers flew over the phone’s keyboard. “What are we naming our baby?”

“What’s the baby’s name?” [Y/N] asked once Spencer finished typing.

“Taylor,” Spencer replied just as the phone in her hand buzzed. She took in a deep breath before looking at the phone only to gasp out loud the next second. With wide eyes, she showed the phone screen to her friends who all showed similar expressions.

‘Taylor,’ the text read.

“It is him,” Hanna whispered in disbelief.

“Oh my god,” Emily said just as [Y/N] spoke, “Ian is alive.”

As if the girls weren’t already terrified, the wind outside suddenly picked up and the greenhouse’s doors started to slam over and over again.

“Did things just get incredibly worse?” Aria asked, trying to speak louder over the sound of the wind.

“I don’t believe this,” Emily said, shaking her head. “Ian’s dead.”

“Zombies don’t text, Emily,” Hanna said sarcastically. “He is alive somewhere.”

“Spence?” [Y/N] called when the girl in question remained silent for a long time.

“I have to get this phone home before Melissa notices that it’s gone,” Spencer said, her lips almost trembling.

“Okay and then what?” Hanna questioned as the wind continued to blow rather wildly outside. “What do we do about this information?”

“Do we tell the cops?” Aria asked, shivering a little.

“That’s not a good idea,” [Y/N] answered. “Telling the cops never works out well for us.”

“True,” Emily sighed in defeat.

“Why is Ian texting Melissa anyway?” Aria asked but before Spencer could answer, Hanna added, “And, why is Melissa answering him?”

“Is she?” asked Emily, skeptic. “I mean, we don’t know how long this has been going on.”

“Spence, you’ve got to find out what Ian told Melissa,” Aria said to the stressed-out girl. “You are the only one who can find out what he wants.”

“And, where he is,” Hanna commented.

The slamming of the door got louder than before and suddenly rocks started to fall off the roof, causing the girls to panic further.

“Let’s get out of here,” [Y/N] spoke, grabbing Hanna and Aria’s hands, who were standing next to her, and dragging them towards the exit. Emily and Spencer weren’t far behind.

Once they got to a safe distance from the greenhouse, things were strangely quiet except for the soft chirping of crickets. They walked down to Spencer’s house which was closer.

“Let’s just finish this at school,” Hanna spoke first. “I’m cold, damp, and scared. We could talk at school.”

“We can’t talk at school, remember?” [Y/N] asked once they stopped near Spencer’s house.

“Yeah, the five of us are supposed to have separate time,” Aria said in disappointment.

“Doctor’s orders,” Emily said with a roll of her eyes.

“So, what are we supposed to do?” scoffed Hanna. “Not talk to each other when we’re all literally in the same classes?”

“We just have to play it cool,” Spencer said calmly even though she was anything but after everything that happened.

Before the girls could talk further, a loud noise interrupted them. They turned in the direction of the noise and were surprised to see a familiar face outside the DiLaurentis house.

“It’s Jason,” Spencer whispered, surprised.

[Y/N], meanwhile, froze in her spot. The last time she had seen Jason was several months ago when he visited her at the hospital after A hit her with their car.

Even though it was dark, she could still make out his appearance and she was taken aback a little by what she saw. The last time he was in Rosewood, he seemed… put-together, for the lack of a better word. He wore suits and had his hair done nicely, not one strand out of place.

Seeing him now, however, reminded her of the old Jason. His hair had grown a little and fell over his forehead as he bent down. He was wearing a fitted Henley shirt that hugged his muscles with denim jeans. He definitely looked good and she had to try her best to not blush at her own thoughts, especially in front of her friends.

Hanna slowly slipped her arm around [Y/N]’s, pulling the latter out of her thoughts.

‘Did you know he was back?’ Hanna mouthed and [Y/N] shook her head in denial.

“Did he move back in?” Hanna asked, clearing her throat lightly.

“Looks like it?” Aria said, sounding unsure just like the rest of them.

“What is all that?” Spencer asked in confusion as she and her friends watched Jason throw away a bunch of things into the dumpster.

“That looks like all the stuff people left on their curb when Ali went missing,” Aria said.

“Maya said her family kept those things when they moved in,” Emily added. “They didn’t have the heart to throw them out.”

“Apparently, Jason’s moved on,” Spencer said with sarcasm and [Y/N] frowned at the brunette’s tone.

“What is he doing in that house anyway?” asked Aria.

“You know what? We’ve already got a lot on our plates,” Hanna said, trying to shift the conversation away from Jason. “Let’s just go home.”

“Han’s right,” [Y/N] said, grateful for Hanna’s interference. “See you guys at school tomorrow.”

The other girls agreed and said their goodbyes before splitting up.

“[y/n/n], did you know Jason was coming back?” Hanna asked again when it was just herself and [Y/N].

“No, I didn’t,” [Y/N] replied. “The last time I saw him was at the hospital. I remember he said he would be coming back but he didn’t exactly keep me updated. I mean, he didn’t have to.”

The girls soon reached [Y/N]’s backyard and paused in front of the door.

“Do you think he’s moved back for good?” Hanna asked softly.

“I don’t know,” [Y/N] shook her head. “But, why would he, though? It’s not like there’s anything here for him, is there?”

“You never know,” Hanna replied softly.

[Y/N] smiled a little at her best friend; the fact that Hanna was so hopeful regarding her and Jason touched her.

“Go get some sleep, Han,” [Y/N] said, playfully pushing the blonde in the direction of her house.

“You’re no fun,” Hanna pouted, walking backwards.

“Good night, Hanna banana,” [Y/N] laughed, opening the backdoor quietly.

“Good night, [y/n/n],” Hanna said back before the two girls entered their homes at the same time to get some sleep.

…

“Wait, so Jason doesn’t believe that Ian killed Ali?” [Y/N] asked in a whisper, glancing at the closed door of her bedroom once.

The next evening, [Y/N] was in her bedroom, scrolling through her twitter feed when she received a call from Spencer. The younger Hastings had gone to welcome Jason back to town – in other words, she had gone to spy on him – and it hadn’t gone so well. After returning home, [Y/N] was the first person Spencer had called to share how her conversation with Jason went.

“I mean, I think so?” Spencer replied in a whisper as well and [Y/N] could feel the frustration in her friend’s voice. “He asked me if Ian said the words I killed Ali and I told him he didn’t, but that’s what it seemed like and he got all snippy about it!”

Spencer huffed out a breath and [Y/N] bit her lip in thought.

“Do you think he’s in denial?” Spencer asked, continuing their chat quietly. “He and Ian were besties. He probably doesn’t want to accept that his best friend killed his little sister?”

“I’m not sure, Spence,” replied [Y/N]. “Even if they were best friends, Jason can’t just look past the fact that Ian killed Ali.”

“That’s what I’m saying!” Spencer agreed. “Hey, do you remember that one day Ali and Jason were fighting?”

“You have to be a bit more specific because all they did was fight around us,” [Y/N] said, mild amusement lacing her voice and Spencer scoffed out a laugh.

“I’m talking about the time Jason was mad at Ali for going to his room and messing with his stuff?” Spencer recalled and [Y/N] found herself nodding at the memory.

“I do,” she said. “That’s when Ali made that comment about things being hidden until she wants them found, right?”

“Yes!” Spencer exclaimed, trying her hardest to keep her voice quiet.

“But, why are we suddenly talking about the past?” [Y/N] asked, confused.

“I- I had a thought,” Spencer said, her words coming out slowly which worried [Y/N].

“What is it?”

“Jason used to be so aggressive, [y/n/n]. Do you think he-”

“Spence, don’t go there,” [Y/N] interrupted quickly.

“You didn’t let me finish!” argued Spencer.

“You were going to suggest Jason had something to do with Ali’s murder,” [Y/N] said, not liking the words that left her mouth. Spencer’s brief silence on the other end was all the answer [Y/N] needed to know that she was right. “Where’d you get the idea that Jason could be an accomplice in Ali’s murder?”

“I don’t know what else to think,” Spencer admitted quietly. “He’s suddenly back in town and doesn’t believe Ian killed his sister.”

“Don’t do this, Spence,” [Y/N] advised softly. “We’ve already got zombie Ian and A on our hands. Let’s not add Jason into the mix.”

“I guess so,” sighed Spencer. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be,” [Y/N] replied. “I understand we’re all kind of on the edge right now. But, let’s not overthink. For now, at least.”

“I’ll try,” Spencer sighed again, dramatically this time, causing [Y/N] to chuckle.

“Hey, I should go now,” said [Y/N]. “I’ve been in my room for a while now. I should make an attendance downstairs for dinner.”

“Yeah, of course,” Spencer laughed. “See you in school tomorrow?”

“Definitely,” [Y/N] responded. “Good night, Spence.”

“Good night, [y/n/n],” Spencer replied before hanging up.

...

The girls were sneaking out yet again in the middle of the night. [Y/N] was starting to dislike Dr. Sullivan because she hated that greenhouse with a passion. It was creepy, to say the least, but she and her friends had no other choice.

“It was in the pocket of her coat,” Spencer said, showing her friends pictures of Melissa’s ultrasound. “Her coat was wet and so were her boots.”

“She lied to you about going out?” [Y/N] asked.

“I don’t think she went far,” replied Spencer. “I checked the driveway and it was dry under her car so I don’t think she drove anywhere.”

“Who would she want to show these to?” Aria asked, handing the ultrasound pictures back to Spencer.

“I can only think of one person,” Hanna said with a roll of her eyes.

“Ian,” Emily said, letting out a deep breath. “Spencer, if you’re saying she didn’t drive anywhere to see him, then that means he must be close.”

“Han, you were right,” Spencer said. “This is the worst time to be splitting up. We have to stick together.”

“Exactly, no matter how much lying it takes,” Hanna nodded.

“If only all of our parents were like my brother,” [Y/N] sighed.

“Can we switch siblings?” Spencer pouted at [Y/N], who instantly shook her head.

“Absolutely not,” [Y/N]’s instant reply was met with light laughter from her friends and they all cherished it. It had been a while since they’ve had the chance to be normal teenagers and to just have fun.

“Let’s get out of here,” Aria said after a while and the girls agreed before walking out of the greenhouse.

They were passing by the DiLaurentis house again when Emily suddenly stopped in her steps, causing the other girls to do the same.

“What is that?” she asked, looking at what appeared to be garden supplies laying on the front yard of the house.

Before they could inspect further, a bright flashlight shone in their faces and they held their hands in front of their eyes.

“Jason?” Spencer asked first, squinting at the taller man and he finally lowered the flashlight.

“Oh, it’s you,” he said after he noticed the familiar girls in front of him.

“Yeah, it’s only us,” Aria answered with an awkward smile.

He turned off the flashlight and when he looked up, his gaze fell on [Y/N].

“Hey, are you better now?” he asked her, his voice softening. “I haven’t seen you since the accident.”

“Oh, uh, yes, I’m better now. Thank you,” [Y/N] replied, smiling lightly at him. She felt nervous with his attention on her. It also didn’t help that she could feel the curious eyes of Aria, Emily, and Spencer on her as well. Except for Hanna, the other girls didn't know about Jason visiting her at the hospital.

“So, what have you been up to?” Hanna asked Jason casually, shifting the attention away from [Y/N] for which the latter was grateful for.

“I’ve been replanting all day,” Jason replied. “I’m putting up a fence as well.”

“A fence? Why?” Spencer asked – her eyes and voice were obvious of her suspicion of Jason.

“Privacy, security,” Jason answered, his voice turning a little rough. “There’s a lot of curious creeps in the world and one way or another, people are gonna mind their own business.”

The girls looked at each other subtly, feeling a little uneasy with Jason’s piercing eyes shifting between them.

“You girls better go home,” he said before turning to walk back into his house.

The girls walked a little further away and stopped by the side of the road again when they heard the sound of Jason shutting the door.

“[y/n/n], you didn’t tell us Jason visited you,” Spencer shot instantly.

“I didn’t think it was important,” [Y/N] replied, shrugging a little.

“But, why did he visit you?” Aria asked, frowning in confusion.

“He was probably being nice, Aria,” Hanna answered before [Y/N] could. “And, yes, I know that he visited [y/n/n], because I ran into him there.”

[Y/N] looked at Hanna at the blonde’s easy lie. Hanna didn’t meet Jason at the hospital; [Y/N] had told Hanna about Jason visiting her with some get well soon gifts. Since Hanna was already aware of her feelings towards Jason, she was the only person [Y/N] felt comfortable sharing about his unexpected visit with.

“Look, he probably visited me, because he felt obligated to since he worked on Ali’s memorial with us,” [Y/N] said, hoping to move past this topic.

“That makes sense,” Emily said calmly after a few moments, which caused Aria and Spencer to loosen up a little as well. “And, am I the only one thinking who is Jason trying to keep out with that fence?”

“Keep out or keep in?” Spencer asked back, and [Y/N] could tell the former still believed that Jason was helping Ian hide and had some part in killing Ali.

“Look, it’s too late to be doing this,” Hanna said. Similar to [Y/N], Hanna had an idea of where Spencer might be going with this and she was exhausted to be working on any more mysteries for the night. “Let’s just do this at school tomorrow or whatever.”

[Y/N] internally sighed in relief when the other girls agreed with Hanna and parted ways, making their ways towards their houses.

“Thanks for the rescue back there,” [Y/N] told Hanna once it was just the two of them.

“Anytime, [y/n/n],” Hanna grinned, looping her arm around [Y/N]’s, making the latter chuckle.

The two made their ways towards their homes in comfortable silence, hoping to get some rest before facing the stressful days ahead.

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Ok but really shy reader who doesn't have a lot of confidence in herself refusing to meet hotchs eye and he head tilts even tho she trying to resist and then him giving her a 'firm' pep talk

i am trash for shy!reader and hotch

“I know you are capable,” Hotch said, and your gaze fell to his feet, “you need to be more assertive -- if you had before, then we would have caught the unsub at the start of this case.”

“I’m sorry,” you swallow thickly, “I-”

You see his head tilt out of your periphery, forcing you to meet his eyes, “Don’t be sorry,” he says sharply, “don’t be hesitant. You deserve to be on this team. You’ve earned your place, and I need you to act like it.”

“Yes sir,” you feel a flush climbs your cheeks, and he nods.

“You did good work today,” he offers you a rare smile, “keep it up.”

You nod, as he turns on his heel and walks away. You watch him, biting your lip, his praise ringing in your ears. You bite back a smile at the thought of his, a warm heat settling over you.

Oh fuck. Your eyes snapped to the ground again.

You liked him.

#thats so me

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cosmiccsun · 7 days

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[SMAUs: Petsitting]

part one

⤷𐙚 featuring: Nanami Kento 🤍

⤷𐙚 Nanami offers to watch a coworkers pet for a week since he knows you like cats

⤷𐙚 he’s such a cutie 🥹 that’s all

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How Can Anybody Stay The Same? // Ted Lasso x Reader

A/N: A story inspired by the JP Saxe song “Changed”

Warnings: a fuck ton of angst. A lot of mentions of Michelle

Ted had been trying to get used to calling London “home.” He rolled it around in his head, rolled it around on his tongue. The way he figured it, it’s like a new pair of boots. He needs to break it in. And he’s getting there, he can feel it a little more with the passing days.

His story has always been that he took this job as a way to give Michelle the space she needs; and of course, to a degree, it is. But whether he admits it, consciously or subconsciously, he’s also here for himself.

He’s spent so much of his life wearing different hats: Father, Husband, Coach. Each of which he takes great pride in, but in the shuffle of all of it he worries that he’s lost sight of just being Ted. He’s been learning the parts of himself that he never got to know. Being married to your high school love, growing up as a unit, it’s… different. He meant when he said that wouldn’t change a single moment of it. Of course, he did. It was a wonderful marriage and brought him Henry, the one part of his pedigree he could never find fault in. But since he and Michelle were in tandem for so long, it greatly affected his decision making. Every time he had to make a choice, she was his first priority. Number one, always. Then Henry. Then, and only then, after all the facets of their feelings were considered, he would consider himself.

With London, came a change in titles: Father, of course. Coach (although a different kind of football that he was still adjusting to) and now, freshly added to the list: ex husband. That was a pair of shoes that he never thought would fit. He thought he was good at it, it was all he had known for such a long time. Who was he when he wasn’t the husband of Michelle? That was part of what he came to London to know. While the title of husband fades, the focal point of Ted comes in sharper focus. Father, Coach, Friend, Tea Hater, possibly a functioning alcoholic, which is something that he really should stop and examine about himself one of these days but not now.

He’s growing into the shoes. And the word home is getting more comfortable on the tongue. The more he lets go, the more room he can make for himself.

Of course, this doesn’t all happen overnight. You gotta start somewhere. Ted was no exception. And lord, he started at rock fucking bottom.

When Ted first came to London, he could always tell if he was going to have a good day based on the temperature of his hands.

The two most common phrases about the weather that he heard growing up were, “it’s not the heat that gets you, it’s the humidity” and “it wouldn’t actually be that cold if it wasn’t for the wind.”

People told him that London wasn’t actually known for having super hot summers or frigid winters. One of the first interactions he had when he landed was a man shrugging his shoulders and saying “Mate, London is just London. All the time.”

Ted still wasn’t quite sure what that meant.

He figured the London equivalent was “it wouldn’t actually be that cold if it wasn’t so damp.” The rain often had a way of making it seem colder than it was. And it was a big adjustment for him when it came to trying to get over his wife.

“Aw. Heck.” Ted huffed, seeing his breath in front of his own face. It was early in the morning. He went to bed far too late and he awoke to snow blanketing the town. Now to top it off, he left his civics textbook in his car and he couldn’t seem to unlock it to get a hold of it.

“Um, excuse me?”

Ted jumped, looking up to see a blonde girl he had never seen before.

She looks at him expectedly before saying, “Is there a reason you’re trying to break into my vehicle? I can promise you, I don’t have anything interesting in there. Unless you’re looking for some loose change and some Sonic peppermints.”

“I’m sorry, you seem to be mistaken. I’m trying to get into my car. I left my textbook right there in the backseat.” He steps closer, peering into the window and finding… nothing. He looked back at this mystery girl like she had just performed a magic trick.

He looked around to find the parking lot full of cars, but they were the only two people in it, which seemed… odd. Maybe this was a dream. That had to be it, he was still in bed and he would wake up any minute.

The mystery girl pulled out her own set of keys and unlocked the car, reaching in to pull out a pair of gloves. He took a minute to examine her profile. Snow in her hair, cheeks flushed from the cold. She was beautiful. Ted couldn’t believe he’d never met her before.

“Come on now, you didn’t mention you had gloves in there. If I had known that, I wouldn’t have given up so quickly.” It wasn’t his best, but he was freezing, tired and still not entirely sure he wasn’t dreaming.

But, she laughed. And Ted thought it might have been the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.

“Well, I’d offer to share with you but I only have one pair so we’d both have one gloveless hand.”

Ted figured that wouldn’t be so bad. He thought about saying something about holding their gloveless hands together to stay warm but that seemed entirely too much for a girl whose name he still didn’t know, so he kept quiet.

“May I?” She was holding her hand out to him. Oh god, was she actually going to try to hold his hand? He found himself nodding, dazed. Even though he didn’t really know what he was agreeing to.

He tried to stifle the jolt he felt in his stomach at the feeling of her skin touching his. She grabbed his own car keys out his hand, pressing the car alarm button and Ted practically jumped 10 feet in the air.

He whipped his head around to see his own car, the exact same color, make and model as this mystery girl’s vehicle, two rows over, covered in snow. “Huh. I guess in all the lack of sleep last night, I forgot where I parked. I promise I’m not the type of guy that would normally go snoopin’ around a woman’s car.”

There was that damn laugh again. “I believe you. Despite all evidence to the contrary, I believe you. You have a very honest face.” She holds out her hand again, “I’m Michelle.”

Michelle. The mystery woman has a name.

“I’m Ted.” He holds out his own hand, freezing fingers meeting freezing fingers, clasping around each other.

“Nice to meet you.”

What the hell were the odds that they would be the only two in this freezing cold parking lot, both driving the same type of car, both trying to get into said cars at the exact same time?

“Yeah, you too.”

So yeah, when he comes to London, he still misses her, but only on the days when his hands are cold.

———

Denial. That was what he felt the first time that Michelle told him he had changed. If anything, he figured she had changed. She was the one who didn’t laugh at his jokes anymore. She was the one whose smile didn’t fully reach her eyes when they were together. She was one who let his hand fall out of her grasp when they were out in public. He wished he had changed. He would have given anything to change into someone that she would continue to love.

You’re not the man I love anymore, Ted.

So teach me, Michelle. Teach me how to be the man you love again. I’ll fucking do it, you know I will.

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The night in Liverpool, after his panic attack, the denial bled into goddamn anger.

It wasn’t the first time he had a panic attack, but it had been a long time since it had happened. They became a pretty frequent occurrence for him after the passing of his dad. And Michelle, the old Michelle, the woman she used to be before “he changed” would help him come down from it. She would hold his hands and tell him stories to distract him. Reminding him of sweeter memories like on their first date when it turned out that the restaurant he was going to take her to was actually converted into a shoe store.

The angers cools to depression at the thought of all the parts of her that he’ll never get to know. But it flares up into anger again at the sight of the divorce papers in front of him.

She wasted no time sending over the divorce papers. Throwing his phone down on the table and pinching the bridge of his nose, he was fucking angry. She liked to tell him he changed all the time, and even if they were true, how could she expect someone to stay the way they were in high school? Nobody ever stays the same. People change. People grow. That’s part of life. A big part of it. You spend your youth learning how to become a person, and your older years learning how to become a good person.

He hates it because when he’s like this, he wants to talk to someone that knows him. He would have to explain all this to Rebecca or Keeley. He laughs bitterly into his whiskey. The one person that could help him through his divorce is the very person he’s divorcing from. The goddamn irony of it all.

He could call his mother, but he knows that’s going to open up a whole plethora of questions. She’ll want to know how Michelle is doing, what she’s been up to. “Gee honey, don’t you think there’s a chance you’ll get back together?” He can’t stomach that line of questioning right now.

And it’s not like he can just close her out of his life forever. They have a child together. A child that has his mother’s eyes. Which he also doesn’t want to think about.

Obviously, pain is an aspect of life. But god, right now, he wished there was someone, anyone else that knew him as well as Michelle did.

He really wanted it to be her. Until he realized that she didn’t want it to be him.

—————-

Ted was nervously playing with the glass in front of him, avoiding going back home.

He knew you would be there, waiting for him. Wanting an explanation that he didn’t want to give.

He kept going back and forth with himself, he knew you probably wouldn’t be mad but there was a difference between logically knowing something to be true and emotionally believing it.

On the other side of it all, Michelle has become something that he explains to his new love. Why he reacts the way does, Why he doesn’t have confidence in himself, why he sometimes can’t accept the love you are so easily willing to give.

He still has some habits that you’re helping him to break. Constantly reminding him that he’s not a burden, that his optimistic nature is a feature and not a bug of his personality.

There is no secret alchemy, relationships just take a lot of work, something he’s learning with you.

It’s still odd for him, to have someone work through the struggle rather than break down and leave.

And when he does get home, you’re there. Like you always are.

“You wanna talk about it?” You ask. Leaning against the doorframe.

He shrugs sheepishly but doesn’t actually say anything.

“It’s okay if you don’t, you know. We don’t always have to be talking.”

He nods and makes his way to the couch. His fingers tapping on the tops of his thighs.

You make your way over and sit beside him. Not touching him, not speaking, just sharing the space.

The argument that broke out between the two of you earlier is playing in your heads.

“You gotta let me in, Ted. Just a fucking little bit. I don’t understand what you want me to do. Whether you realize it or not, you’re punishing me for things that she did and that isn’t fair to me. I’m sorry that she hurt you, I am. I truly believe you didn’t deserve it. But, I don’t deserve it either.”

“I’m sorry, darlin’” Ted reaches his hand out to yours and you intertwine them together.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry too-“

“No. There’s no need for you to be. Everything you said was true.”

“It’s just something we’re gonna have to work through together, honey.”

“Yeah.” He whispers, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing your knuckles.

You cuddle into his side, “so what do you think, time for bed?”

“Heck yeah.”

You don’t let go of his hand, keeping your fingers intertwined. His hands aren’t cold anymore and he’s found something new in himself, a man that you can love. Openly and easily. And he didn’t have to change a damn thing about himself to make it happen.

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Jack McCoy Masterlist

Repeat Offenders

Jack McCoy has done this before…too many times

Late Night Wisdom

You get to see the inside of Jack’s apartment

Sweater Weather

You tend to get a little cold in NY weather

Home

You are Jack’s new home and he misses you

Jealousy (w/ Mike Logan)

Jack gets a little jealous when you bring your new boyfriend around the office

Attitude

You have to pick up a drunk Jack from the bar

A Stolen Kiss

Jack finds out you broke up with your boyfriend

Hostage

You end up as a hostage after you and Jack argue about your relationship

Judgement

Jack’s reputation tends to proceed him

Medicine

Jack takes care of you when you’re sick

Nothing to Fear

Jack comforting you during a bad storm

Ambition

Accompanying Jack to a gala

Order (w/ Rafael Barba)

Rafael and Jack going head to head in court

Official

Having twins with Jack McCoy

Headcanons/Drabbles

Jack McCoy and his A.D.A. S.O.

Jack Being Romantic with his S.O.

Jack flirting with his A.D.A S.O.

Jack being a father

Jack’s first Kiss + Adam’s Reaction to Dating

#to read later

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Humans And Mutants - Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Title: I'm Not Your Experiment

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Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Ororo, Scott, Jean, Bobby, Pyro, Rogue, Magneto (Mentioned), Stryker, Anne, Kelly, and Charles

WC: 2,879

Warnings: Childhood abuse, experiments, mentions of torture, Reader's a mutant, bruises and wounds mentioned, fire mentioned, drugs mentioned, attacks mentioned, teasing, taunting, anxiety, embarrassment, slow burn, and slight angst

(Sorry, if this series is a bit odd, I made this in 2018)

You were a twenty-five-year-old woman who went through the worst possible thing that could ever happen to a child of six. Your dark terrible past. You lived through it every night in your dark visions. It seemed to never disappear, never leave you, even when you would wake up in total fear; covered in sweat; the images would replay over and over again, haunting you forevermore. You would never feel safe or normal after what you went through.

At the age of three, you found out, along with your parents, that you had teleporting powers. That you were a mutant. Your parents freaked out whenever you would accidently teleport places in your sleep, so they sent you to a testing lab. Your parents abandoned you there when you turned six and it seemed like nothing was improving. Leaving you in the hands of tall, scary scientists, alone and afraid.

For years you were experimented on, some days tortured. Slowly they stopped when they gave you a serum which they received no reaction from you. The serum involved brain enhancements and enhanced healing abilities, and when there was no reaction from you, they grew very frustrated. The scientists then connected tubes and electric wires to your head, sending radioactive and electric signals into your brain, which seemed to cause the serum to activate. You showed many signs of having many mutations of the mind, powers such as telepathy, memory manipulation, memory reading, electricity, and memory wiping. This, though, caused the scientists to move on to the next child and forget about you. Throwing you away into an iron cage, like trash.

You sat there in the corner, your head bruised and your brain pounding against your head in sheer agony. The only sound you could make were muffled whimpers from within the iron bars. Your clothes were tattered and ripped from wearing them for too long and not having showered in months. They smelled like old garbage and urine. Your eyes were glazed with pain and tiredness. Your fingers were covered in bruises, scrapes, and cuts. A single strand of your hair fell across your face. You reached your hand out with a shaky movement. You touched the lock of hair. It felt coarse and dry. You were trapped there for years, hardly ever getting enough food, which made you weak. You could hardly sleep, laying on the cold concrete floor, with no blanket or pillow to soothe you. There was no way to escape.

Weeks went on and the scientist’s facility went into a crazy haze. Scientists running here and there passed the many rows of caged children. They scrambled to escape as alarms blared and red lights flashed. It has been a while, you were nine, and you could finally control your mind powers, after long years of trying to better yourself. Though, the only thing that you didn't have full control of was your teleportation powers. If you did succeed in honing those powers, you could've escaped. There was loud yelling and some of the other children were crying, but after a while there was silence. No sound or movement was heard, no bleeps of machines or scientists muttering in the next room. Nothing.

You didn't know what to do, but soon a man in a wheelchair wheeled in, other people by his side, quickly they all helped the children out of the cages. You were last to be set free, the man in the wheelchair opened the gate of your cage and held out a hand. You looked at the man, who gave you a kind smile, which you haven't seen in a while. You were scared but curious, and you had this odd feeling that you could trust this man. You grabbed his hand weakly and stepped out of the tight enclosure. Your bare feet touched the floor, flinching from the icy marble, chilling you to your bones. The man then led you to the other children, who were smiling, happy to be free. The children found their new homes with the wheelchair man, who you found out later to be Charles Xavier. You and the saved children were sent to his school for gifted children. Or as he called it, The Mansion.

As the years went by, you were able to graduate from Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters. Charles then asked you if you wanted to become the new Biology teacher for some of the kids, and you happily agreed. Although you would only be doing it part-time, you loved it nonetheless. When you weren't working, you'd teleport to your cabin in Alaska, a gift from Charles since you had no place to go. You’d stay in the cold land, admiring the snow that you were never allowed to play in as a child, and gazing up at the Northern Lights. When you were working, you would teleport back to the school and stay until you were done teaching the spring semester. You loved your job and loved helping the many children who grew attached to your sweet and caring personality in mere seconds.

Being the smart person you were, you would sometimes sneakily teleport to the mansion and grab a glass of chocolate milk. You got caught a lot of times, but that didn’t stop you from teleporting and grabbing more. It was fun to teleport back to the mansion and watch as Scott tried to search for cups only to find none. But, you weren't rude, you'd bring back the glasses all clean and shiny once you were done having fun… And when Charles had caught you.

Some time later, some of the children of Charles’s school went on a field trip to a science museum. Which was probably a good and bad idea. Filled with wax figures from the Stone Age and fake dinosaur bones, the museum was a great place for children to learn and have fun doing it. While some of the children were listening to Ororo talk about Neanderthals, a boy named Artie, observed a girl lick her ice cream. The girl looked at him, and Artie smiled back at her. The girl then stuck her tongue out at him and glared. Artie, retaliating, did the same, sticking out his black and pronged tongue. The girl turned away, frightened, stuffing her face into her mother's dress.

“Artie?” Ororo called out to the young boy, the boy in question turning to look up at his teacher. “Not here.” She said, giving a little smile, softly shaking her head.

Not only minutes later did someone call out her name, “Storm?” She turned to see Jean and Scott walking with a group of other kids. “Everything okay?” Jean asked her, and Ororo nodded.

“Yeah. How was the medical exhibit?” She asked Jean, glancing between Jean and Scott.

Jean rolled her eyes, “The kids liked it. Scott was bored.” She answered, looking over to Scott for a second.

“It was boring,” Scott announced, his hands stuffed into his pockets, a small frown on his face.

Ororo did a quick headcount of the kids, freaking out only slightly when she was a few kids off, “Jean, where are the others?” She queried worriedly, turning to them again.

Meanwhile, around the same time, over in the cafeteria, Rogue, Bobby, and Pyro were sitting at a table, talking. They sneaked off from the museum's many exhibits, wanting to rather hang out without the constant gaze of teachers. As they were talking, a voice came out of nowhere and cut their conversation short. “Hey man, can I have a light?” A teenager asked in a snappy tone, his friend standing beside him.

Pyro looked down at his lighter, which was painted to look like a shark, and he flicked it a few times, the fire igniting. “Sorry, can’t help you out, pal.” He replied, closing his lighter, looking at the two teens nonchalantly.

“Why are you being such a jerk, man?” The second teen demanded, clearly ticked off.

“Yeah, why are you being a jerk?” The first teen questioned, the same annoyed tone in his voice, matching his friends as they both glared at the Pyrokinesis teen.

Pyro and Bobby ignored the two teens, going on to discuss if Rogue was having a good time or not when suddenly the second teenager grabbed Pyro’s lighter.

“Hey!” Pyro exclaimed, defensively, watching as the teenager handed the lighter to his friend. Pyro stood up and walked to them to get his lighter back, but the second teenager held him back, while the first teenager lit his cigarette. “That’s really funny, bro.” Pyro said maliciously.

The second teenager only smirked, “What are you gonna do?” His friend took a drag of his cigarette, and blew the smog into Pyro’s face. “Suddenly you’re not so tough.” The teenager told, as his friend breathed in from his cigarette.

Pyro looked at the first teenager and winked, causing the cigarette to catch up in flames, fire landing on the teenager’s arm. Many people got up and stepped back, as the teenager tried to put out the flames, and fell down onto a table, causing it to fall over with him. Pyro chuckled a bit, hiding part of his face with his hand as Bobby stretched out his own hand, sending a current of frost toward the teenager on fire; the flame dying down. The teenager stared at both Bobby and Pyro with a panicked look, before the room froze. Everyone was quiet, still as statues, as if they were mannequins or a video paused. Pyro wandered over to Bobby, who looked as startled as the kid who he had saved from Pyro's flames.

“Bobby, what did you do?” Rogue asked her boyfriend, super perplexed as she looked rapidly around the large cafeteria.

Pyro shook his hand in front of the second teenager, getting no response as Bobby frowned. “I didn’t do this.” He spoke before a person wheeled out of the halted crowd.

“No, I did.” Charles announced, stopping in front of Rogue, Bobby, and Pyro in his wheelchair. “And the next time you feel like showing off, don’t.” The head professor responded, giving the small group a sharp stare.

Before anything else could happen, the TV on the side of the wall began to play, talking about something happening in Washington D.C. Charles, the professors, and the kids watched as the man on the news spoke, “We are here in Washington, where there has been an attack in the oval office in The White House. Details are still coming slowly, all we know is the President and Vice President were not harmed. Sources say the attack involved one or more mutants.”

“I think it’s time to leave, professor.” Scott stated as Charles nodded his head.

“I think you’re right.” He replied, watching the TV.

Soon the people in the cafeteria unfroze, and everything turned back to normal. When the two teenagers unfroze, they saw that Bobby, Pyro, and Rogue were gone. People looked around confused and worriedly, wondering what had just happened.

~~~

Over at Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters, Scott looked out the window and turned to Jean and Charles, his arms crossed. The room was tense with worry and confusion, none of them knowing what exactly they should do about what had happened in Washington. “In my opinion, I think Magneto is behind all this.”

“No, I don’t think so Scott.” Jean stated, looking at him from her place on the sofa.

“While Eric might have organized something like this from prison, for him the gesture is far too… Irrational. It only hurts his goal of mutant prosperity.” Charles responded in his chair.

If people could see Scott's eyes, he'd be rolling them, “You mean superiority.”

“If Eric had his way, yes.” In the background, the TV screen presented photographs of dissidents on both views of the mutant issue.

“You know how the government will respond to this. They’ll re-introduce the Registration Act.” Ororo spoke to Charles, Jean, and Scott, crossing her own arms in discomfort.

Charles frowned, “Or worse.” He stared at the protesters on tv, not really knowing what to think.

“Do you think the mutant was working alone?” Jean then asked after everyone went silent.

“The only way we’ll know is if we find him before the authorities do.” Charles answered, finishing their conversation.

~~~

In The White House, in the Oval Office, Stryker emerged to greet Anne Reynolds, his right hand in command. They walked through the outer hallway, which is being repaired from the attack.

“Mr. Stryker.” Senator Kelly called, adjusting his suit.

Stryker and Anne stopped and turned around to see Senator Kelly. “Senator Kelly, this is Anne Reynolds, my director of special projects.” Stryker introduced the tall woman in a gray suit.

“My pleasure.” Anne shook Kelly’s hand tightly. A little too tightly and a little too long, Kelly noticed.

“Nice grip.” Kelly began, dropping her hand, “Listen, if you’d like to talk further about what you’re planning, I’d be available to offer my assistan-”

Stryker cut him off, “Thanks for the offer, Senator, but everything is already in place.” He smiled eerily, patting him on the shoulder. As Stryker and Anne walked away, Senator Kelly rubbed his fingers together, his eyes flashed yellow.

~~~

In the living room of Charles’s mansion, Rogue sat on the couch next to Bobby, her gloved hand in his. Two boys sat at a table behind the couch, snickering and quietly laughing at the couple, but their laughter died down when the sound of a motorcycle was heard, causing Rogue to jump from her seat with an excited smile on her face. She headed to the front entrance, Bobby following close behind.

“Logan!” She threw her arms around the Wolverine, who hugged her back.

“Hey Rogue.” She backed up, smiling as Bobby appeared behind her, “Who’s this?” Logan then questioned, looking at Bobby up and down, observing him.

“This is Bobby, he’s-”

Wrapping a hand around her waist protectively, Bobby responded, cutting Rogue off, “Her boyfriend.” Logan and Bobby shook hands, doing so, crackling ice and vapors rose from the handshake, Logan raising an eyebrow at the sort of macho scene. Rogue just rolled her eyes. “They call me Iceman.” Bobby stated.

Logan wasn’t impressed. “Right.” Logan then turned to Rogue. “Boyfriend? So how do you guys..?” His words trailed off as Bobby pulled Rouge closer into his side.

“Well, we’re still working on it.” Bobby answered irritatedly, looking at Rogue and then to Logan.

“Look who’s come back.” Logan turned around to find Ororo, smiling at him as she climbed down the stairs of the mansion. Wearing a white flowy long sleeved shirt, radiant as always. “Just in time.” She finished, walking over to the man and teens.

“For what?” Logan asked, tilting his head slightly as Ororo smiled teasingly.

Her smile widened, “Cause we need a babysitter.”

“A babysitter?” Logan inquired, looking confused.

Ororo said nothing else about the matter, turning to leave, “Nice to see you again, Logan.”

“Hey, Logan.” A new voice spoke up. Logan turned to the stairs once more, his eyes widening slightly as he watched Jean walk down the stairs that Ororo previously came from.

“Hi, Jean.” Logan replied, a small fond smile on his face.

“I’m going to… I’m… I’m gonna get the plane ready…” Ororo walked off, knowing she didn’t want to interrupt anything they had going on.

“Hey, well, it was good to meet you.” Bobby quickly stated, before taking Rogue’s hand.

Rouge gave Logan a little wave before being pulled away with Bobby, “Bye, Logan, I’ll see you later.”

Logan then turned back to Jean. “Okay..,” Logan spoke, the awkwardness becoming a bit too much.

“Ororo and I are heading to Boston. We won't be gone long. The Professor wants us to track down a mutant who attacked the President.” Jean explained, as Logan frowned.

“So it was a mutant.” Logan said, confirming his suspicion.

Jean couldn’t help but smile teasingly up at him, “You’ll be here when we get back unless you plan on running off again.”

“I can probably find a few reasons to stick around.” Logan said with a small smirk just before Scott walked into the room.

“Find what you’re looking for, Logan?” Scott asked, also walking down the stairs.

“More or less.” Logan answered, not-so-subtly looking at Jean as she walked over to Scott.

“I’ll see you, boys, later.” Jean replied, before kissing Scott on the cheek, leaving the room.

“Be safe.” Scott said, worriedly.

She smiled, looking back at Logan, “Bye.” She then left the room and headed to the jet.

“See ya.” Logan called after she left.

There was a moment of silence between Scott and Logan. They just stared at each other, the tension high in the air, as both men were in love with Jean in some way or another.

“Aren't you going to welcome me home?” Logan asked Scott cockily, tauntingly as Scott stood there, giving Logan a glare, or what probably was a glare; he hands on his hips, “Your bike needs gas.” Logan then declared, throwing Scott’s motorcycle keys to him.

Scott caught his keys but threw them back and Logan caught them skillfully. “Then fill her up.” He replied, before leaving Logan alone again.

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ofc!! love your fics

NOLAN PRICE FICS COMPILATION

FICS

dodie Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Nolan Price by @bi-bard

mistakes by @bi-bard

His Rock in the Storm by @adarafaelbarba

leave a light on and love you better now by @rqgnarok

MASTERLISTS

nolan price masterlist by @bullet-prooflove

SERIES

three's company by @daddydoddsjr

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cosmiccsun · 20 days

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you’re welcome! i liked them very much 💕🫶

VINCENT RENZI FICS COMPILATION

Tumblr and Ao3

posting a nsfw version later on @billycutler

pink means fluff

purple means angst

FICS AND HCs

Sweet Treat by @softieekayy

mon coeur by @softieekayy

enticed by @sebsbarnes

reassured by @sebsbarnes

total eclipse of the heart by @sarahisslytherin

relationship HC by @cyberheavens

tell me by @divine-donna

family dinner by @bethecliche

comforting vincent after a long day by @con-gee

remnant by @wackapedia

vincent neglects reader a little by @gepardings

SERIES

enlighten me series by @simplymarr **eventual smut

for business only by @ghostlytide **eventual smut

The Monogram by onceuponashangrila on Ao3

Feline Arch by ladyseaforth on Ao3 **eventual smut

Spectrum by thealienist on Ao3

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cosmiccsun · 20 days

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NOLAN PRICE FICS COMPILATION

FICS

🎀 - for fluff, 💔 for angst

dodie Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Nolan Price by @bi-bard 💔

mistakes by @bi-bard 🎀

His Rock in the Storm by @adarafaelbarba 💔

leave a light on and love you better now by @rqgnarok 💔

MASTERLISTS

nolan price masterlist by @bullet-prooflove

SERIES

three's company by @daddydoddsjr

#nolan price #nolan price x reader #law and order #fic recs

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VINCENT RENZI FICS COMPILATION

Tumblr and Ao3 - posted a nsfw version on @billycutler

🎀 - fluff, 💔 - angst

FICS AND HCs

Sweet Treat by @softieekayy 🎀

mon coeur by @softieekayy 🎀

enticed by @sebsbarnes 🎀

reassured by @sebsbarnes 🎀

total eclipse of the heart by @sarahisslytherin 🎀

relationship HC by @cyberheavens 🎀

tell me by @divine-donna 🎀

family dinner by @bethecliche 🎀

comforting vincent after a long day by @con-gee 🎀

remnant by @wackapedia 🎀

vincent neglects reader a little by @gepardings 💔

SERIES

enlighten me series by @simplymarr **eventual smut

for business only by @ghostlytide **eventual smut

The Monogram by onceuponashangrila on Ao3

Feline Arch by ladyseaforth on Ao3 **eventual smut

Spectrum by thealienist on Ao3

#vincent renzi #vincent renzi x reader #anatomy of a fall #swann arlaud #fic recs #boost #archive of our own

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cosmiccsun · 21 days

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SONNY CARISI FIC REC

POSTED A NSFW VERSION HERE ➡️ sonny carisi nsfw fics rec

Archive of Our Own

Change by TennantsLittleKitten on Ao3

You’ve been hired by SVU for the summer to manage their backlog of paperwork...but this Carisi guy never ceases to make your eyes roll or your blood boil. Will things change as the summer goes by?

The Finish Line by ThatEsqCrush on Ao3

You and Sonny signed up for the NYC Marathon. And Sonny Carisi is worth every mile.

Bittersweet Symphony by Twentysomethingloser92 on Ao3

After the events of 'Undiscovered Country", you woke up in an empty bed and an apology note from the one person you thought would never leave, Rafael Barba. Weeks of unanswered calls, texts and emails you come to discover that you're pregnant, and the one person who stands by your side throughout isn't the man you thought it would be.

Perfect / Love Won’t Die by cathrrrine on Ao3

Sonny happily holds the bouquet of flowers he bought for his girlfriend only for her to open the door and start crying. He immediately panics, but soon finds himself amused when she reveals the true reason for her tears.

Mixed Signals by thisisnottheaccountyourelookingfor on Ao3

Y/N's loosing sleep over her first testimony with the SVU; while she's taking steps toward being better behind the microphone, her partner is looking out for her in anyway he can. Her feelings are wrapped up with her thoughts, can she untangle them before they get too much to handle?

Lovesick by bibard on Ao3

Carisi offers (Y/n) some dating advice, which leads to Rollins offering (Y/n) an unrequested second opinion.

TUMBLR RECS

fics and hc

the blessing of home & love by @squadmuse

domestic HCs by @squadmuse

sonny's niece loves you by @storiesofsvu

pillowtalk by @kryptonitejelly

realizing he's in love by @kryptonitejelly

first kiss by @kryptonitejelly

more than just my intern by @altsvu

fluff HCs by @smartycvnt

I need a place to stay by @tropes-and-tales-archives

I Mustcahe You a Question by @thewritetofreespeech

single mother!reader by @smartycvnt

dad HCs by @daddydoddsjr

getting into an accident by @wouldpollyapprove

motocycle au by @carisi-dreams

set you free by @stephydearestxo

meant to be by @im-just-a-mississippi-girl

having a bad day by @qvid-pro-qvo

masterlists

svu characters masterlist by @hiddndaydreams

sonny carisi masterlist by @bullet-prooflove

masterlist by @squadmuse

series

bittersweet symphony by @thirtysomethingloser92

[Not] Guilty by @escapingrealtiylovinginsanity

#sonny carisi x reader #fic rec #ao3 #law and order svu #sonny carisi #dominick sonny carisi #dominick carisi jr #svu

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cosmiccsun · 21 days

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Drunk Dialed

Sonny Carisi xreader Warnings: Language *

Your phone blaring woke you out of the deep slumber you’d been in, you rolled over, groaning heavily, running a hand over your face as you answered it,

“Y/L/N.”

“Y/N!!” A very excited voice responded, “I fuckin’ miss ya doll!” You took a moment to wake yourself up, realizing it was your partner Carisi that was on the line with you, “You shoulda come out tonight, you missed out!”

“Sonny?” You groggily questioned, pushing yourself up to sit on your bed, still half asleep.

“Yeah doll! I just, I need ta tell ya something!” His voice was excited, full of joy and laughter, you could hear the sounds of a bar in the background,

“And what’s that Sonny?” You yawned into the receiver,

“I love you. I fuckin’ love you more than anyone else ever fuckin’ could doll. You’re my goddamn endgame, all I want is to be with you. I mean it.” You could tell by his slurred words that he was pretty drunk, but your heart still jumped into your throat, you’d done your best to be professional but goddamn it was very hard to not fall for the sweetheart that was Sonny Carisi.

“Sonny…” You started, “Go home…get some rest, we’ll talk in the morning babe.”

“I love you sweetheart!” He nearly yelled before hanging up the phone, you laughed softly, collapsing into your pillow, praying you’d be able to get back to sleep.

***

You rolled into the precinct the next morning with an extra large coffee, a gatorade and a greasy breakfast sandwich, dropping them on Carisi’s desk as you sat down. He glanced up at you unexpectedly,

“What’s this for?”

“Figured you might need it sweetheart,” He flushed slightly at the pet name, reaching towards the treats you’d brought him, practically devouring them.

“Thank you” He murmured over the sandwich, you laughed at that,

“What?” He stopped, glancing up at you, “How’d you even know I’d be hungover today.” You nearly cackled at that,

“Really Sonny?” You took a swig of your coffee, “So we’re just gonna ignore the fact that you drunk dialled me to tell me you love me last night?”

“I did WHAT?” His voice was raised but hushed enough that no one around the precinct would hear it. You smirked at his response, giving a soft giggle to your partner,

“You were very adamant to confess your love,” You paused lightly, watching the blush creep up his neck, “Sonny we can very easily pretend that this never happened, I never got the phone call, slept blissfully through the night with no interruptions.” Carisi ran his hands over his face, trying to piece together the words properly.

“Doll, I don’t want that.” He summoned his courage to look up, catching your eye, heart pounding in his chest “If you wanna ignore it, I understand. We still gotta work together, and I’d hate to ruin our friendship, but you should know how I feel. Guess the tequila got me talkin’ last night.” He let out a dopey grin at that, you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“You got any idea how freaking adorable you are Sonny?” His eyes shone at you across the desks, “How ‘bout we talk about it over dinner?”

“Really?!” Carisi nearly shot out of his seat,

“Yes, you goof!” You found your face twisting into your own version of a dopey grin, only hoping it was as adorable as Sonny’s. You knew dinner would be worth it, and couldn’t wait for the work day to be over so you could finally wrap yourself in Sonny’s arms.

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cosmiccsun · 21 days

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based on this incorrect quote i posted

how the svu characters would react to your “would you still love me if i was a worm?” text

Sonny Carisi

Amanda Rollins

Nick Amaro

Fin Tutuola

Rafael Barba

Olivia Benson

Elliot Stabler

Part 2!

#the elliot one 🥹#forbidden love

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Whistle Down the Wind, Chapter Five

Word Count: 3711

TW: Pining, unrequited love, angst.

AN: Part of a series. The series masterlist here.

You tried not to gloat when Tommy’s parole officer was found guilty, and Tommy and Bella found their way back together. You knew they’d end up okay, mainly because no other option was acceptable. You might be alone. There was no way Bella would be.

Bella asked you to be a bridesmaid, and you agreed with pleasure, but you insisted that you handle the music for her. They were on a shoestring budget, especially with a baby on the way, and you did not want one of your best friends to end up with an iPhone playing tinny prerecorded music for her wedding and reception.

You gathered up some musical friends – two women from your cover band, and an older man that you had done some freelance work with – and formed a string quartet for her wedding. You borrowed equipment from another friend and laid out playlists for the reception: certain songs for the bridal entrance, Big Band music for dinner, and then dance songs for after dinner. You had a separate list for the rehearsal dinner too.

The only issue was Sonny. You hadn’t seen him since the night you had slapped him, a few months ago, and he never tried to reach out afterwards. He was probably done with you, so you had to be done with him too. It was easier when you didn’t have to see him, but now you had to spend two whole days near him in Montauk.

And not just him – him and Nicole. That was still happening; according to Bella, they were living together, and Sonny was looking to a future engagement to her. The thought made your chest ache. If you could, you’d never see him again. But you couldn’t let Bella down. You could handle it, for her sake. You had to.

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Sonny was in his bedroom, packing for Bella’s wedding weekend. Nicole was packing too, and she was actually in a good mood, humming as she flitted from the bathroom to her suitcase, filling it with shampoo and makeup and a multitude of hair implements.

Now that Tommy’s case was behind him, Sonny felt better. His little sister was settling into marriage and a kid, and he desperately wanted the same for himself. He watched Nicole for a bit, and he thought about what it might be like to marry her.

Nicole had a lot of good things going for her. She was gorgeous, and Sonny knew he was lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend. She came from a big Italian Catholic family just like his too, and while they never talked about it, he hoped she wanted at least a couple of kids.

If she spent a lot of time out late with friends, then it was only because Sonny had a job that kept him away too. If she lost her temper with him, it was only because Sonny did something that had angered her. If she wasn’t very comforting when he had a tough case, it was only because she expected him to be stronger and not bother her with his difficult job.

Sometimes he wished he could talk to you about it. You always had such good advice, and you saw the world in a pretty straight-forward sort of way. But you hadn’t reached out to him after that night in the street, and he didn’t know how to respond to Bella’s claim that you had been in love with him. Nothing in your behavior in all the years he had known you indicated that you felt that way – you teased him and supported him, sure, but you had never made a move. You had never said a single word that you loved him.

You were an honorary Carisi already – you usually joined his family for holidays since both of your parents had remarried and moved on with their lives. When his parents or sisters teased you and called you “a future Carisi,” you would always blush and glance at him. Had that been your tell?

Sonny would have gone back and replayed every moment he had with you to see if you had left any other clues, or if you were just claiming to be in love with him because you were jealous of what he and Nicole had together. Instead, he put it out of his mind and watched his girlfriend pack for the long weekend in Montauk.

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You got to the beach club in Montauk early with the rest of your string quartet. You were all staying at the adjacent hotel with the rest of the wedding party, and you had all of your equipment to unload and set up.

You were in the reception hall area, testing the speaker setup when Bella and her family drifted in. Bella came over and hugged you, and you kept your eyes carefully focused on her and Tommy. But you could see Sonny and his girlfriend out of your peripherals.

You and Bella exchanged pleasantries – you asked how she was feeling, she thanked you for the millionth time for handling the music.

“It’s not a problem at all,” you replied with a laugh. “What’s the point of having a friend who’s a musical prodigy if not to take advantage of it?” She laughed too and slapped you with the back of her hand, and you watched as the rest of the Carisi family tumbled in through the door.

You smiled and took a step towards Bella’s parents, but you were cut off by a shriek and a blur that bolted into the room and grabbed you around your middle in a hug, nearly knocking you over.

The blur yelled your name, her face muffled against your stomach. You laughed and untangled the little girl’s arms from around you.

“Emma Maria,” you replied, looking down at Bella’s niece sternly, glaring at the little girl. “Who invited you to this?”

She looked up at you and giggled but didn’t answer, so you kept up the ruse. “Bella,” you said, looking over your shoulder. “Call security. We have a tiny, tiny wedding crasher here.” Bella just smiled at you as Emma giggled more. You glared down at her until she stopped laughing, then you knelt down and gave her a gentle hug. She hugged you back, squeezing you around your neck until you were being lightly choked by a seven year old.

Emma pushed away from you. “It took us a million hours to get here,” she told you. “Mom said a bunch of bad words.”

You glanced over at Sonny’s older sister, Theresa, who did look tired and irritated. Emma’s older sisters, Mia and Sophia looked a little worse for wear too.

“Where’s your dad?” you asked her, and Emma shook her head.

“He had to work,” she answered you seriously. “He said he’d be damned if he came to Monty in October.”

You snorted at this. “Montauk, sprout. It’s Montauk. And don’t say ‘damned’ in front of your mom.” You smoothed her ruffled hair back from her face and stood up. She slipped her hand into yours, and you gave her sticky palm a gentle squeeze back. You loved all of the Carisi family, but you had a special place in your heart for the Morino girls. You had babysat them with Sonny more times than you could count, and they thought of you as a bonus aunt – the fun one who taught them how to play little drabbles on her instruments and who baked them gooey brownies during movie nights together.

Emma spied her Uncle Sonny then, and she tried to tug you in his direction. You looked up and saw him watching you, so you gave him a faint nod before releasing Emma’s hand. She ran over to him alone, and you went back to testing the speakers.

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Later that afternoon, you were settled in the room where the ceremony would take place. Your fellow musicians were arranged with you, tuning up their instruments. Your fellow bandmates – Alicia and Jen – were both on violin, and Steve was on the viola. You sat with your cello, watching as the wedding party trickled in and was directed by the events planner of the beach club.

“Do we know what we’re even playing yet?” Steve asked.

You shook your head. The three of them were all consummate professionals, able to play almost anything, and you knew Bella wouldn’t request anything your quartet couldn’t handle. “All she said was, ‘I want that wedding song,’” you replied with a grin.

Alicia laughed. “That narrows it down.”

“’That wedding song,’” Jen added. “I’ll bet you a million dollars she wants Pachebel’s Canon.”

“One of the best composers of the middle Baroque period, and he’s been boiled down to ‘that wedding song,’” Steve said with a shake of his head.

You ran your bow across the strings of your cello. “Well, we’ll figure it out.”

Bella and the events planned eventually made their way over. You explained that you weren’t sure what music she wanted.

“The one that goes like this,” Bella responded, and then she sang…something. She couldn’t carry a tune to save her life. It could be Pachebel’s Canon…or it could be anything.

You and the rest of the quartet played a few possibilities, teasing Bella with some of them. Alicia, at one point, claimed that Bella wanted Prokofiev’s “Dance of the Knights,” and the four of you played the terse piece for a minute while the wedding party watched, a few chuckling.

Eventually, though, you figured it out. You were glad you didn’t take Jen’s bet. Steve caught your eye as you adjusted your cello between your legs, and he rolled his eyes at you exaggeratedly.

You ended up running through the ceremony twice, and then Bella was satisfied that it would go well. Then you gathered up your stuff and went to dinner.

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It was a buffet, and you made a plate and took a seat with Bella and Tommy, chatting about the next day. Bella, of all people, seemed more nervous, and Tommy was the collected one. You smiled at them, happy that they had each found their person.

Theresa and her kids joined you at the long table, and then Mr. and Mrs. Carisi. Then Bella’s other sister, Gina, came and sat by you with her boyfriend of the moment. And then Sonny and his girlfriend joined the table. You suddenly became very focused on your chicken parmesan, cutting it into precise pieces slowly and carefully.

The Carisi’s were a rowdy bunch, and you let the chatter wash over you until it was a monotone din. It wasn’t until Bella’s father asked you a question that you came out of your slight trance.

“How’s the music coming?” Dominick Sr. asked, and you looked up, startled. Everyone was looking at you, and your eyes stuttered on Sonny for a moment before looking at his father.

“It’s good,” you replied, clearing your throat. “I’m scoring an indie movie right now.”

“You’re gonna win an Oscar someday,” Tommy said with a smile. “Then we can say we all know a celebrity.”

Gina rolled her eyes. “You mean a Grammy, dummy.” Bella’s sister never bothered to hide her disdain for Tommy.

“They give Oscars for music, Gina,” Bella jumped in, defending her soon-to-be-husband. Before you knew it, the two sisters were yelling over the table at each other, with Theresa joining it – taking first one side and then another. Dom Sr. suddenly found a reason to go back to the buffet table, and you looked up to see Sonny watching you. You couldn’t read the expression on his face. Then you felt a tug on your sleeve and looked away from him to see Emma.

“It’s loud,” she complained, and she clamored up on your lap awkwardly.

“Obviously. It couldn’t be a Carisi gathering if someone wasn’t yelling.” You helped her settle onto you, then you poked her in her side, making her squeal. “You’re getting big, sprout. Tell me all about school.”

The little girl fiddled with her hands and told you all about school – what she was learning, who her friends were, and all the convoluted drama of who was dating whom. Dating, to a seven year old, meant who had held hands with whom, apparently.

Her older sisters drifted over to you too. Sophia told you about her school too – she was about ten. Her mom said she could take lessons on a musical instrument, and she wanted to see what you thought about the flute. And then Mia, the eldest at fifteen, asked about the one song you had played during the rehearsal. You told her what it was – “Dance of the Knights” from the ballet “Romeo and Juliet” – and she said, “it was cool,” before burying her head back in the screen of her phone.

You let the girls chatter at you, and you only half-listened. Bella and Tommy went to make their rounds to the other tables, and Gina leaned across the table to talk to Sonny’s girlfriend. You eavesdropped while pretending to listen to the Morino girls.

“This is nicer than I thought it would be,” Nicole said. “But Montauk in October? I want a June wedding.”

Gina laughed at this. “Listen up, little brother,” she teased Sonny. “Better start saving for a ring now.”

You felt your stomach clench and churn. “It better be at least one and a half carats,” Nicole continued. “Platinum band, size seven.” Both she and Gina laughed, and Mia looked up from her phone long enough to roll her eyes at them. You wanted nothing more than to stand up and flee, but Emma was still on your lap, and Sophia was listing out other instruments she might want to try.

“You want to try the cello?” you said suddenly, cutting the girl off. She nodded eagerly, and you shifted Emma from you and stood up. “Let’s go.” The two little girls stood up too, and you made eye contact with their mother. She gave you a nod of assent, waving you off with a tired flap of her hand. Then you glanced at Sonny. He was watching you again, his brows knitted in thought so that those two worry lines were written deep between his eyes.

Your stomach churned more as you imagined him marrying Nicole. You’d marry him without a ring at all, and she had a laundry list of things she required before she’s marry him. And yet, that’s who he had chosen. You looked away before he could see the tears springing up in your eyes.

“Come on, ladies,” you said, leading Sophia and Emma towards the hallway that connected the club to the hotel. “Let’s go play some happy music.”

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Sonny was irritated all day. The night before, after rehearsal and dinner, Nicole had dragged him out to a nearby bar with Gina and her boyfriend. Sonny wasn’t in the mood to drink, so he watched the other three do shots upon shots until they were laughing and obnoxious.

Sonny managed to get Nicole back to the hotel, but she switched from being a fun drunk to an angry one. She accused him of cheating on her; she threw out allegations that he had stared at other women all night. Specifically, you.

“I know you want to fuck her,” Nicole slurred at him, and Sonny winced at this. He tried to shush her – he was worried that the walls were thin, and the entire floor was full of his family.

“I see the way you look at her,” she continued, her voice raising to a boiling tea-kettle shriek. “I see the way she looks at you. And you always go running when she needs it.” She continued yelling, accusing him of everything that crossed her mind. Sonny was cheating on her. Sonny didn’t love her. Sonny was purposely trying to make her fat by filling their apartment with carbs.

By the time she finally passed out, it was four in the morning, and Sonny was too angry to fall asleep himself.

She woke up late with a hangover, so they got a late start. Sonny was last to queue up with the groomsmen, and he saw Nicole in the back row, slumped over and holding her head. He refused to look over into the corner where you sat in your bridesmaid dress with the other musicians, but he could hear your cello – low and lovely – as you ended your current piece and waited to begin Bella’s processional music.

Sonny turned to watch his little sister walk down the aisle with his father. Bella looked beautiful, and Sonny felt a sting of tears in his eyes. Theresa and Gina were older than him, so he and Bella had been inseparable as kids. He felt a tiny thread of melancholy – Bella getting married and having her own kid meant that life was marching forward and he could never return to those carefree days of being a child, safe and happy in his parents’ home. But mainly, he was happy for her.

He watched as they exchanged their vows, and he glanced past them to watch you. You were sitting with your cello, your head leaned against the stem of it (if that’s what it was called, he didn’t know for sure). Every so often, you reached up with a stealthy hand to wipe away at the tears that slid out from the corners of your eyes.

Then the officiant announced Bella and Tommy as husband and wife, and you raised your bow and struck up a joyful tune, smiling as the newlyweds walked back down the aisle together.

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Sonny gathered up Nicole, still nursing her hangover, and together they made their way into the reception area. You were already there, fussing with the music equipment set up in the corner. After a moment, the music started to play – a list of old school music, like Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin and Dinah Shore. You stayed there for a bit, waiting with a microphone for the speeches that would come.

Bella and Tommy came into the reception to applause and hooting, and Sonny felt the tears rise up in his eyes again. His sister looked radiantly happy, and so did Tommy. They settled in at their own, private table near the front of the room – a sweethearts’ table, Bella had informed him during the planning process a month ago.

There were rounds of toasts and speeches, and more applause, and people clinked their glasses until Bella and Tommy kissed. Nicole held her head in her hand, and Sonny could smell the booze still wafting from her.

Servers set up the buffet alongside the far wall, and people started getting up and making their plates. Sonny made a plate for both him and Nicole and sat down, then his parents and sisters and nieces came back with their plates.

Then you came over with your plate and sat down in the empty seat between Emma and his mother. Sonny looked you over – he had to admit that you looked lovely in your pale blue bridesmaid dress and your pinned up hair. You placed your napkin in your lap and turned to Emma.

“I thought I told Bella not to let you in,” you said with a mock frown, making his little niece giggle. You were great with his nieces, and he loved watching you with them.

“I snuck in,” Emma retorted.

“That’s it.” You pretended to stand up. “I’m calling security.”

Emma laughed again, but Nicole broke in suddenly.

“Why are you here?” she asked. Her voice was gravelly from the cigarettes at the bar last night. Sonny watched as the smile slipped from your face, and Emma stopped laughing too.

“I…” you started, but Nicole cut you off.

“You aren’t family, so why are you at this table?” Sonny turned to look at his girlfriend – she was glaring at you with eyes still bloodshot from her hangover.

The table fell uncomfortably silent. Sonny watched as all eyes turned to him – his parents, his sisters, his nieces. Yours. Everyone was waiting for him to say something, to come to your defense. As much as the Carisi family loved you, Nicole was Sonny’s girlfriend, so they were looking to see what he said or did.

You looked at him, your eyes almost pleading. He opened his mouth to respond to Nicole, to tell her that you were family and that you belonged there, but he waited just a beat too long. How many times had you explained to him the importance of timing in music? If he had pushed the words out only a split second sooner, it would have been fine. But he waited too long.

He watched as your pleading eyes turned cold. You stood up, your head held high, and picked up your plate and glass. And you walked away.

The rest of the dinner was uncomfortable – even Emma and Sophia were subdued, reading the mood. After everyone ate, his nieces drifted away, finding you at your new table. Nicole went back to the hotel room to sleep, and his sisters bickered over old childhood grievances. Sonny felt someone’s eyes on him, and he looked up to see his mom gazing at him.

“That was badly done,” she told him softly. He could only nod. She watched him a bit longer, then reached out and took his hand, rubbing the back of it like she used to do when he was home sick from school. He felt a flood of nostalgia and wanted to cry.

His mom tilted her head and studied him. “Are you okay, Sonny?” she finally asked. He wanted to put his head on her shoulder and tell her everything, but he was too old for that. All he could do was nod again. She patted his hand one last time, then stood up to go talk to a family friend on the other side of the room. His father followed her.

Sonny looked around the reception. People were paired up and laughing and dancing. Even you were settled at your new table, surrounded by his nieces.

He was the one left sitting alone.

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Sonny Carisi: I Need a Place to Stay

WC: 1,645

TW: Fluff.

AN: This was based on the prompt "I need a place to stay." And it's also the first piece I ever published on this hell-site!

Fridays were rarely calm at SVU, but the stars aligned in just the right way that you and your team found yourselves in a lull. Not that anyone was complaining – the week had been unusually busy, but nearly all of the cases were closed or ready for trial dates, and you and the other detectives finally had a moment to breathe. It was late afternoon, and Liv pulled on her coat and grabbed her bag.

“I’m heading out now,” she announced to you and the other detectives as she strode across the floor. “I’m taking advantage of the quiet and going to take Noah to that Lego movie.” She smiled and gestured towards the door. “I suggest you take advantage too.”

Your partner, Fin, immediately slammed his laptop shut and grabbed his own coat. “I’m right behind you, Liv.” He waved goodbye and disappeared with your boss on the elevator.

“I suppose it’d be nice to take Franny for a walk while the sun’s still out,” Amanda said.

“And to get a head start on the weekend,” you added with a smile. Amanda had been doing amazing at her recovery from her gambling addiction, but you knew that she still loved the thrill of watching sports – especially any and all playoffs. Tonight was game six of the American League playoffs between the Yankees and the Red Sox, and as a native Bostonian, you knew you were at odds with your fellow detectives.

“You got any plans?” she asked as she packed up her stuff.

You looked down at your computer screen and sighed. “Not really.”

“Well, take advantage of the calm here before it’s gone,” she said as she walked out the door. “You’re only young once.”

You waved her off with a smile and returned to your computer. The bullpen was quiet except for you and Sonny. The lanky Italian detective was furiously typing on his laptop, his brow furrowed at the screen. You watched him furtively, taking in the sight. His hair, usually perfectly gelled and shellacked into place, was a bit tousled, and a strand fell over his forehead into his eyes. He had taken off his jacket earlier, and the sleeves of his white shirt were half rolled up, revealing his fine hands. You fantasized about those hands more often then you wanted to admit even to yourself, and you felt your face turning red.

“Done!” Sonny exclaimed, closing his laptop. “I’ve got every piece of paperwork finished and caught up.” He turned to you and grinned. His smile was infectious, and you found yourself smiling back.

“You about done?” he asked as he stood up from his desk. “I’ll walk you out if you are.”

You ducked your head and blushed. “Actually….” You started to speak and then stopped for a moment. “I’m going to stay here tonight. In the crash room, I mean.”

Sonny cocked his head to one side and narrowed his blue eyes. “You’re gonna sleep here? Why?”

“I need a place to stay,” you mumbled. It was embarrassing – your building had a roach problem, and the landlord finally was going to fumigate the place over the weekend. It wasn’t your fault, but you hadn’t made many friends since you moved to New York from Boston. A handful of casual acquaintances, but no one close enough that you felt comfortable crashing on their couch for a few days. You explained the vermin problem to Sonny and hoped he didn’t judge you.

He frowned. “You can’t sleep here. Those cots in the crash room are disgusting and uncomfortable.” He looked at you a moment, his blue eyes searching your face.

“Stay with me,” he said. “My couch is super comfortable.” He tried to read your expression. “But only if you want,” he added, uncertain.

You thought about it. On one hand, Sonny was right: the crash room at SVU was disgusting. The cot mattresses were stained with god-knows-what, and the paint was peeling from the walls and ceiling, leaving little green flakes all over everything. On the other hand, you had a major crush on Sonny, and you handled it by being extra reserved around him at work. You imagined the potential pitfalls of staying at his place for a few days and shuddered.

“We can order pizza and watch the game tonight,” he added, and that sealed the deal for you. You nodded at him and grabbed your overnight bag from where you had stashed it under your desk. “Let’s go,” you said with a tentative smile.

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The subway ride was short, and Sonny was uncharacteristically quiet, making a little small talk. He lived on a quiet street (for New York, that is), on a third-floor walk-up. Ever the gentleman, he had taken your bag from you and carried it, and you followed him up the stairs to his apartment. He hesitated when you reached his door.

“Can you wait here a minute?” he asked, shuffling his feet.

You nodded, and Sonny unlocked his door and disappeared inside. Through the door, you could hear muffled thuds and thumps and his footsteps. A moment later, the door swung open and he invited you in with a flourish.

“What was that about?” you asked as you walked past him.

The tips of his ears grew red. “It’s been awhile since I had company over. Had to make sure the place was presentable.”

You laughed and took off your coat. “So you shoved all your Playboys under the bed and tossed your beer can collection in the trash?”

Sonny’s ears got redder, but he grinned. “Something like that. Anyway, I’ll give you the tour and then we can order something for dinner. How’s that sound?”

“That sounds great, actually,” you replied. “I’m starving.”

********

It was the fifth inning of the ballgame, and you and Sonny had put away an extra-large pizza and more beer than you cared to count. You were both settled on the couch, Sonny’s legs stretched out and you curled up on the other side. The Yankees and the Red Sox were tied up, and the teasing, which had started out tentative, had reached a fever pitch.

“I’m just saying,” said Sonny, “we got twenty-seven titles to….how many World Series have you won again?”

You scoffed. “Maybe we don’t stack our roster with super expensive players.” Sonny laughed. “That’s the whole point of baseball, doll. To win! If you hadn’t traded away the Babe and cursed yourselves…”

You blushed at him calling you doll. “Who believes in curses at all, let alone sports curses?” you replied, hoping he didn’t notice your cheeks burning.

He laughed again and took a swig from his beer. You watched him out of the corner of your eye. Sonny was usually the squad’s resident ray of sunshine, but you could see a definite difference between Work Sonny and Casual Sonny. At home, his hair was tousled and messier, making him look years younger, almost boyish. The lines that were forming around his eyes were relaxed, and his blue eyes lit up as he told you about his grandpa taking him to Yankee games when he was a kid. He had changed out of his suit into worn jeans and a grey Henley, and his entire aura exuded a calm that made you forget your apartment situation and the fact that you were spending the night on your crush’s couch.

You had changed into more comfortable clothes too, the crash-room appropriate outfit you had packed for sleeping in. If you had known you’d be sleeping over at Sonny’s, you might have considered packing something other than your worn sweatpants and oversized tee-shirt…

Your mind drifted off as the two of you watched the game. Back and forth, the two teams stayed tied. You finished your beer and set the empty bottle on the coffee table in front of you. You felt a sudden chill and shivered.

Sonny saw, and he shot up from his place on the couch. “Sorry!” he said. “It can get a little cold in here in the fall. The landlord likes to wait to fire up the furnace, I think.” He reached past you and grabbed the blanket from the back of his couch.

“Here, take my blanket,” he said. He didn’t wait for you to answer or take it from him – instead, he stood over you and covered you gently with the blanket, tucking it around you until only your head peeped out.

“There,” he said, satisfied with his handiwork. Instead of returning to his place on the other side of the couch, he settled in beside you, wrapping one arm around your shoulder, rubbing you gently through the blanket. “Better?” he asked.

You nodded your head, unable to form words. Sonny kept his arm around you, and you cleared your throat.

“Thanks for letting me stay,” you said quietly. “I don’t have many friends in the city yet.”

“It’s no problem,” he murmured. He glanced down at you and smiled, his eyes as blue as the sky. The beer had gone to your head, making it feel fuzzy and warm. You closed your eyes and leaned against Sonny, taking in his warmth and the lingering smell of his cologne that you knew so well. His grey Henley was soft under your cheek, and you could hear the steady thump of his heart beating. The stress of the busy week drained out of you, and you felt yourself falling asleep. You felt Sonny shift slightly, pulling you in closer as he settled against the couch and adjusted the blanket around you. You were startled for a moment as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, but sleep pulled you back under almost immediately. You smiled as you heard him say, moments before you were asleep completely, “you have at least one friend here in the city.”

#sonny carisi

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