lou

writing sideblog for @jimmypclmer i’ll cross-post from my ao3

[sonnycreasy]

have this drabble ig since i cbb writing a fic around this scene <3

rafael barba sighed as he entered his apartment, the tension from the work day leaving his shoulders as the warmth and dim lights of home greeted him. he left his briefcase at the door with his shoes before heading towards the living room - it had been a long day and he had no intention of working for any more of it.

sniffing slightly, he entered the room and followed his nose to look at the open takeout containers balanced precariously on the coffee table, surrounded by textbooks and papers. rafael’s eyes tracked down and he smiled softly as his gaze landed on sonny, sitting on the floor, legs stretched out under the table and out the other side. his head had lolled back against the sofa and he was snoring softly.

rafael shook his head. sonny was often prone to working past the point of exhaustion. quietly, he draped his jacket over the back of the settee before padding round to grab the unopened container of chow mein. softly, he pressed a kiss to his lover’s forehead then sat himself down. it seemed he was in for a quiet night in front of the tv. not that he minded, sonny needed the sleep.

[sonnycreasy]

me: im done being a crackhead

also me: posts a /really bad/ fic of wlw at the met gala

[jimmypclmer]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rafael Barba/Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr. Characters: Rafael Barba, Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr. Additional Tags: Alternate Universe: The Mortal Instruments, Warlock!Rafael, Vampire!Sonny, like malec if alec went through simon’s experience, blatent content rip-off, see if I care, Introspection, Sad with a Hopeful Ending?, other characters appear too but not enough to warrant tagging them Series: Part 1 of tmi ‘verse Summary:

Rafael slipped his hand into Dominick’s, clasping them together, willing him to understand that Rafael was here for him; to listen, to comfort, to be whatever he needed. The Warlock tried to ignore how cold the hand in his was, how the warmth he had come to associate with the man next to him had been seeped away, never to return.

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also known as: the vague ‘the mortal instruments’ au that literally nobody asked for

[sonnycreasy]

me: i’m gonna write some fluff set in my tmi verse because sonny deserves it after what i put him through in my last fic

my brain: showing 0 results for: ‘happy sonny carisi’

me: ok So new plan He’s sad...

[sonnycreasy]

Amanda: All the men are gay. In this room, anyway. Well, not you Fin

Barba: I think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual

Carisi: Please never say those words in front of my parents

[sonnycreasy]

drabble; sonny has a kid

takes place in the episode parole violations; short drabble that i want to kinda expand on but will i ever get round to it? the stars say it’s unlikely

i would die for this kid though, know that

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“Dad, come on!”

Emily Carisi is tugging impatiently on her dad’s sleeve, trying to get him to continue walking in the direction of the Courthouse.

Were anyone to glance upon them, a quick look would tell them that the two are related. She is very much her father’s daughter, comprised of long limbs and dimpled smiles and dirty blonde hair (though hers is yet to be splattered with the silver tones her father sports). Her eyes, while not matching his blue in colour, are every bit as kind and one look in them will give away every emotion she is currently feeling.

And because she is her father’s daughter, she understands his emotional situation at the moment. She stops tugging and looks up at him. “You know it’s gonna be okay, right? You’re gonna testify and do great and Uncle Tommy will be fine and then we can get a McDonalds after it and celebrate justice being served?” She phrases the last part like a question; she doesn’t really want a McDonalds but she knows her dad wants a sense of normalcy in this situation (a situation that she’s not allowed to know the details of, but she knows it’s not good) and she’s gonna give that to him.

He smiles fondly and gives her a half hug. “McDonalds, yeah? That’s your ulterior motive here?”

He’s joking, which is good - it means she’s been successful. Not that there was any doubt she would be; she’s a Carisi, after all.

“Ulterior motive? What, a girl can’t be supportive of her dad just because she loves him?” she quips, before half heartedly pushing him towards the Courthouse steps. “Now go! You don’t wanna be late.”

He runs a hand through his hair and lets out a breathy laugh. “Okay, okay! Yes, we’ll get McDonalds later, yes, I’m going to court now. Love ya, kiddo.” He mock salutes her before turning and going up the stairs, two steps at a time.

“Love you too, Dad!” she shouts, in a way she hopes is embarrassing. She knows, though, that Sonny Carisi will never be embarrassed by such displays of affection. Dumbass, she thinks.

[sonnycreasy]

hey, bonjour, olá

i made this lil tumblr sideblog to post my writing and stuffs!! idrk what i’m doing :/

but i’m lou, my pronouns are they/them or she/her and i’m currently addicted to law & order: svu hehe

my ao3 is sonnycreasy, same as on here