Hey Ximena! It's been a while! Hope you've been well ❤️ 2, 8, 23 for the Valentine's Day asks pls 😁 Happy Valentine's Day!
OMG HELLO THERE I HAVE!!! I HOPE THE SAME FOR U <333
2. what’s your favorite candy?
tootsie rolls....any form of lollipop and any mexican candy w/cajeta in it OR borrachitos which are — i’m quoting a website here for the ingredient list — “ sweet jelly candies, sprinkled with sugar and flavored with lemon, pineapple, strawberry [among many more options], with the featured ingredient being a touch of alcohol“ the alcohol they put in these is usually rum AND then name literally means “little drunks” (borracho = drunk, borrachito = little drunk LMAO)
8. favorite fanfic trope?
answered here
23. what’s your dream wedding like?
im going to pretend i havent fantasized about getting married for YEARS now and i’ll go ahead and say....something cozy with only...close friends and family members and our pets...a modest ceremony at...a nice. simple place (yes it could be a church as long as it’s not too fancy or big or obnoxious) and then the reception would be at a nice venue not too big not too small...with lots of...wood in it and like. pretty flowers as centerpieces for every table...it HAS to have string lights and a HUGE dancefloor that’s NOT flashy at all because im going to be dancing in it and our first dance is going to be my own choreography of merry go round of life from howl’s moving castle scored by joe hisaishi...it has a lot of Lifts in it and i dont know how my spouse to be is going to pull that off but they WILL...we’re going to have nice food maybe. buffet style and i’d give baked goods as favors for our guests to take home 😪🥺
This is an unhelpful af prompt, but... RHODESTEAD fake dating. Thoughts? (My phone autocorrects to all caps and you know, phone, I understand)
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Will straightened his tie for the nth time before rolling his shoulders. His suit felt too stiff, too tight, too stifling, but he knew that had nothing to do with his suit and everything to do with the nerves that were flipping his stomach in a nauseating fashion. He rubbed at his eyes with shaky hands before swiping his sweaty palms down his pants.
“You look fine,” Connor hissed from beside him as he placed a hand on his lower back.
He knew he looked fine. That wasn’t the problem. It wasn’t even the fact that he was about to enter a room full of people who looked down their noses at him from atop their piles of money, or the fact that he had to sit through a dinner with them and make small talk, knowing he would be judged on every answer. It wasn’t even the fact that he would be entering that hall as Connor’s boyfriend, that be would be meeting Cornelius Rhodes as his son’s boyfriend.
It was the fact that it was a lie, a fake relationship to shut Connor’s dad up, that had Will’s stomach in knots, and Connor’s hand resting on his back as though it belonged there, like they’d done this many times before, had his heart threatening to leap out of his chest.
Still, he shot Connor a smile, heart stuttering when Connor smiled back, eyes soft and sparkling and grateful, so grateful.
“You ready?”
The answer was no, but Will nodded anyway, allowing Connor to guide him into the hall proper and towards their seat.
“Sorry we’re late,” Connor said quietly to his father as they took their seats. “My fault entirely.”
Cornelius studied Will for a moment, his expression hard to read, before turning to Connor with the fakest smile Will had ever seen. “You brought a friend.”
“Boyfriend,” Connor corrected instantly, and Will hated the way that ignited a warmth in his chest that was quickly doused by reality.
“Will Halstead,” he said with a smile, extending his hand.
After a drawn-out pause, Will’s hand trembling mid-air, Cornelius snorted, returning back to his meal, leaving Will’s hand to fall to the table.
“What’s wrong with you, then?” Cornelius asked, not even glancing back up with his question.
“Excuse me?” Will asked, just a hint of indignation in his voice.
He flinched as Connor took his hand on top of the table, but he couldn’t resist the urge to curl his hand around Connor’s in response, letting the contact warm him up even though it made the ache in his chest more pronounced.
“Ignore him,” Connor said mildly. “He’s just testing you.”
“My son likes to fix broken things,” Cornelius said, finally looking at them again, gaze raking over their joined hands before settling on Will’s face. “He is a surgeon, after all.”
Connor's grip tightened, his whole body tensing up beside him, but he didn't look ready to fight like he normally would. He looked almost resigned, almost small, and it made Will's protective side rear up.
“So, he collects broken things, broken people,” Cornelius continued with a smile, as though this was normal conversation and not intended to hurt anyone, “and he fixes them, then grows bored of them when there’s nothing left to fix.”
Will felt a flash of anger, not at the assumption of his own character, but at the assumption of Connor’s. He let go of Connor’s hand, palms flat against the table as he leaned in. “If you really think—“
“Come on,” Connor cut him off quietly as he stood, holding his hand out for Will to take again. “You don't need to listen to this.”
Will glared at Cornelius for a moment longer, but he knew causing a scene would gain him no favours, and he wasn’t entirely sure Connor would appreciate him fighting his battles for him, something he’d learned that the hard way with Natalie, so he took Connor’s hand, standing with him, blood still boiling, heart still pounding.
“It was lovely to meet you, Bill,” Cornelius said with a self-satisfied smirk, and Will had to force down the sudden overwhelming urge to punch him.
Once they were outside, his rage boiled over, and he turned to Connor, still gripping his hand tight.
“Does he always speak to you like that?” Will demanded, voice just a little too loud.
Connor shrugged, pulling his hand out of Will’s. “Not always.”
“And what was I? Some sort of buffer? A way to get a rise out of him?”
“No, Will—“
“Because I thought I was there to get him to stop asking if you’d found someone. I thought I was doing you a favour.”
“You were,” Connor insisted, his voice gentle and quiet, a stark contrast to Will’s raised tones.
“That was— what even was that?”
He didn’t quite know how to put into words how absolutely wrong that was, that his anger wasn’t about the way Cornelius spoke to him or attempted to make him feel small, it was about the way he spoke to Connor, the way he spoke to his own son, as though he had him all figured out when he clearly knew nothing about him.
“A mistake,” Connor said quietly, taking a step backward.
Those words were like a slap in the face, a snap back to reality, because this had not only been a farce, but a mistake as well, and every little thing Will felt for Connor was confirmed to be absolutely pointless.
“At least I know where we stand,” he bit out before turning to walk away, but Connor caught him by the wrist, stopping him in his tracks.
“The mistake,” Connor started slowly, moving back into Will’s line of sight, “was asking you to come here to piss off my dad when I should have been asking you out on a real date, just us.”
Will froze, eyes widening. He didn’t dare believe that Connor might be saying what he wanted him to be saying, despite the fact that there wasn’t really any other way to interpret that.
“If that’s...something you might want?” Connor added, cheeks tinging pink as his smile slipped a little.
“Yes,” Will breathed out, breaking out in a smile of his own. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“Yes,” Will repeated with a laugh, taking Connor’s hand in his again, this time far softer.
“The night’s still young,” Connor said, a twinkle in his eye. “Let me take you somewhere nice for dinner."
Will hummed softly, enjoying the way Connor leaned into his side as they walked. “How about we get burgers and go back to mine.”
“Deal," Connor said with a laugh.
When Will looked down, Connor was grinning up at him, and his heart threatened to burst with affection. All that time longing for something he thought he couldn’t have when he could have just asked from the beginning felt stupid, but he was glad they were here now, glad Connor had the courage he didn’t, glad he got to hold Connor's hand and know that it meant something, know that it was real.
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
Words: 2186
Relationships: Rafael Barba/Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr.
Characters: Dominick "Sonny" Carisi Jr., Rafael Barba
Additional Tags: Mini 5+1, 5+1, Fluff, Love Confessions, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Mild Smut Suggestion, Grocery Shopping, Awkward Rafael, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Sugary Syrupy Sweetness, Early Relationship
Summary:
“I…” Rafael pauses for far too long, staring into Sonny’s eyes. He takes a breath, his own eyes widening before flicking off to the side distractedly. “I like the color of your walls,” he says in a rush, stepping away suddenly as if to study them. “Yes. I’ve never quite seen that shade of off-white before.”
“Uh.” Sonny narrows his eyes in confusion. “Thanks. It’s called Honey Milk, if I recall correctly.”
“Honey milk,” Rafael repeats in a whisper. “Well, I’ll certainly have to tell my mother about that one.”
Sonny frowns, thinking that Rafael may have gone slightly loopy from sleep deprivation. He knew they shouldn’t have gone for round two last night. Still, both of them seemed to consider it worth it, even now as Rafael is standing in Sonny’s kitchen pointing out perfectly normal paint colors.
17. Shy/Playful Turned Possessive Kiss Reed900 pls 😙
If it weren’t for the lamp in the corner of the room, Nines’ LED would’ve taken over in the job of providing light to the living room. That same LED was stuck on a yellow spin cycle.
Their day… was not the cleanest.
Double homicide, both androids. Both had their optical units removed as well as their Thirium pumps.
It was definitely one of the more gruesome crimes they’ve seen since they worked together. And based on how long Nines was silent and staring off into the distance, he could use a distraction.
Gavin’s legs were already in his lap, but he was reclined back in the loveseat. The view from the armrest was depressing as shit. Nines was stuck in some sort of processing trance, he was acting like a statue. No sign of life other than the blinking rain coat yellow coming from his head.
With a sigh, Reed sat up and curled his arms around his neck. Looping around from the front he tried to catch Nines’ eyes, but to no avail. Ideally, he would like to see him responsive to something before they turned in for the night. Luckily, Gavin knew just the trick. He leaned in slowly eyes moving from Nines’ soft pink lips to those storm grey eyes and closed the gap.
At first the kiss could’ve been considered chaste, but a moment later Gavin parted his lips with a sly tongue and–
There we go.
Nines at last responded. Now smiling into the kiss Gavin looked up to meet the most familiar shade of grey second to his own. With a light blue flicker of an LED and a slight crinkle to the edges of his eyes he closed them and melted into the kiss.
Which was exponentially growing more and more heated. Not that Gavin was complaining. It was the most interaction he got out of him in over ten hours. One hand slid across his back and settled on his hip. Another came around to his jaw.
Then Nines tensed.
His LED went back to yellow, the hand around his hip tightened, near bruising the freckled skin. The hand that was caressing his cheek slid towards the small of Gavin’s neck and led his head deeper into the kiss. Frankly the turn was too quick and too intense for nothing to be wrong so he broke it off.
Nines’ eyes were back to that blank thousand yard stare as before, well, at least there was a bit of movement. It was like he was like he was looking for something in the thin air. Gavin dipped fully into his field of view and caught his eye. The next moment, Nines utilized his grip on the back of his neck and pulled him forward.
He didn’t get a continuation of kiss as before, no. Instead Nines buried his head into his neck. LED now hidden away, the lamp light blanketed the entwined pair. Gavin pulled his arms away from his neck and trailed them down Nines’ back, almost like he was petting him.
Whatever memories or thoughts that plagued his boyfriend’s mind Gavin promised himself to make sure to pull him out of it. He’d been in similar situations before, but he didn’t have anyone to help him out then.
So Gavin settled in to give as much comfort as he could provide.
Hello! I love your stories 😍 A prompt for you, if it inspires you ☺️ Something with Rafael head over heels for Sonny, accidentally letting his feelings slip here and there but too scared to actually make a move.
Thank you for your request, I hope you like it!
I.
Detective Carisi puts his palms on the table and lowered his deep voiceto a whisper so that his next words are nearly not hearable. The perpetrator infront of him as well as Liv and Barba behind the glass have to lean forward tohear him. Bastard, he stole that move from Barba. But Barba cannot help hissmile. Yes, Carisi could just as well stroke Barba’s ego. For that matter, Barbagets a great view of Carisi’s ass that is so well-fitted in these surprisinglynice suits. Yes, Rafael had also noticed that his hair style as well as hissuits had started to get much better since Carisi had shadowed him. Rafaelsighs and reminds himself to actually listen. There is an interrogation goingon here after all. Carisi had spent the first ten minutes of it to talk aboutbaseball. His dimples had just wrinkled in the right way to make Rafael’s heartjump and the perp to believe he could trust the detective. Sometimes, Barbawonders if the perps are this monumentally stupid or if Carisi is this smart. Carisishifts his weight. Ass still on display. Oh god, this gorgeous ass, Rafaelthinks just in the moment that the perp begins to fold. Carisi draws his longfingers through his gold and silver hair. The perp still thinks he can trustCarisi while the detective asks the a few pointed questions and gets a fullconfession. It is impressive. Carisi turns around and sends a victorious smirkthrough the glass window. Only one corner of his beautiful mouth lifts, but heis obviously pleased with himself. Carisi with arrogance, just when Rafaelthought he couldn’t possibly get any sexier.
Damn it!
Not that he is ever going to let his fantasies go any further, butRafael firmly reminds himself that this would be a bad idea. A very bad one!They work together, for Christ’s sake. All fantasies about cops andinterrogation rooms aside, any drama at the workplace would backfire into theirrelationship and any drama in their relationship would fire back into theirworkplace. Not to mention that they would put every case in hazard. Also, asidefrom the fact that they would put their non-heterosexual orientation out topublic display, about which he would not be allowed to complain as the world shouldbe fine with two men dating, only that the world is not and dealing with thisjust sucks. Aside from that what would it look like if he dated a younger,eye-candy of a detective? Moreover, what would it look like for Sonny’s youngcareer to date an older colleague?
Carisi closes the door behind him. His smile now even more triumphant. “Goodjob, Carisi”, Liv says. “I will spread the news to the vic.” And she was gone.
“Do you have enough for a conviction, counsellor?”, Carisi asks.
“Even you could prosecute this case.” While Rafael had actually meant tomake a compliment, he sees hurt in Carisi’s eyes. These bright, blue eyes.
Rafael pads Carisi’s arm. “I am really lucky to be able to exploit yourgrand interrogation skills to the fullest”, he says. “I have more than enoughto get a conviction.” Wait, is his hand on Carisi’s arm? Rafael feels thebiceps through the fabric of Carisi’s shirt. Carisi does not look as awkward asRafael feels, he smiles at him.
Damn it!
II.
Carisi stands too close to him, way to close. He had stepped into Rafael’sspace and Rafael hadn’t moved away, neither politely nor annoyed. Rafael juststands there and his gaze follows along a long arm to Carisi’s index fingerpointing at crime scene photos. He smells Carisi’s scent. He doesn’t like hiscologne, it’s too soft for him. He also doesn’t like the smell of hair product.But more than that, he smells salty skin, a mixture of sweat and enthusiasm. Hecan also feel Carisi’s heat. “I don’t know, counsellor. You shouldn’t insist onher testifying. She doesn’t cope well with everyone knowing. I am worried abouther.” In his whole life combined, Rafael has not showed as much kindness asCarisi shows to every single victim. Carisi turns his head to him so that theireyes meet. He is so close. Carisi and his big, stupid heart. This combinationhits a soft spot in Rafael.
Damn it!
Detective Dominick Carisi Jr., call me Sonny, is not even gay. Rafaelhas met enough men in his life to detect which of them are into men and whichare not. And Sonny Carisi is more part of the latter group. Best case, he isbisexual, worst case he is just “curious”. Rafael does not want to be the objectof experimentation or be just a “phase” in Carisi’s life. This would leadnowhere. And Rafael likes him too much for this.
“You say, it is better for the victim to not prosecute her tormentor?”,Rafael asks. He had locked eyes with the detective.
“We have a duty to find justice. There is no justice if she gets destroyedin court. The important thing is that she gets heard, and I mean, we can giveher voice during trial without making her speak on the stand”, Carisi replieswith a low voice. Rafael smiles. It’s very considerate of him and aninteresting view on the justice system.
“I like your confidence in reinterpreting the purpose of a juridicaltrial”, Rafael’s words lack any sarcasm. Wait, did he just openly complimentCarisi’s wit? Like a sap? While Rafael fights back a flush, Carisi, again,smiles.
Damn it!
III.
Carisi puts a cup of coffee on Rafael’s desk. When Rafael looks up, hewalks straight into the trap that is the detective’s blue eyes. “I heard youonly had like ten coffees today”, Carisi’s perfectly formed lips formed aperfectly warm smile. Instead of an answer, Rafael grabs the coffee and leansback. This single movement does the trick and Carisi walks around the desk tosit on it. Rafael always feels a weird kind of intimacy when Carisi sits on hisdesk. He loves and loathes it at the same time. He takes a sip of his coffee. Itis his favorite roast, strong and spicy. No milk, no sugar. And a tall size.There is no way that this perfect coffee is a coincidence. Rafael felt a warmfeeling in his stomach. He doesn’t know if it makes him feel sick or lightheaded.
But Rafael cannot follow up on these feelings. Even against all odds,all they would have together would be a few months of love. And probably mindblowing sex. As eager as Carisi is in getting Rafael’s approval at work, he cannoteven imagine him in bed! But there was not much more to it. Carisi is someonewho should have started a family years ago, while Rafael is someone who hadactively decided against starting a family years ago. They hadn’t found eachother young and now they were no in places in their respective lives to findone together.
Carisi had been babbling on about something while Rafael had been lost inthoughts. Rafael tastes the perfect coffee on his mouth. Carisi leans forwardand Rafael’s eyes slip to the detective’s mouth. Rafael smiles. He bites hislips and searches for Carisi’s eyes again. There is no way that the detectiveshas not noticed this.
They work together. He is not gay. And they do not have a futuretogether. Rafael repeats these sentences over and over in his head until Sonnyis done talking. It’s for his own good. Because he has a feeling that SonnyCarisi might be the one, the one he couldn’t get over.
“Look, counselor”, Carisi’s voice had changed. It shakes, as if Carisi isnervous. It startles Rafael. “I don’t want to overstep, but…”, Carisi starts.Rafael tilts his head. “I mean, it’s late and you just had coffee, so you won’tgo to bed soon… So if you don’t mind, I would like to ask you… out… for a drinkor two.” Carisi’s face burns red and his eyes wander everywhere but to Rafael’seyes.
so I’m working slowly on a little one-shot set in my barisi baseball universe
"Why don't you try watching the game?" Olivia teased. The entire squad was sitting with him. It didn't really do much to temper the attention.
"Sonny's not playing," he responded. The Mets were on offense, meaning Sonny was sitting in the dugout or staying warm somewhere. But this game, Sonny didn't have to wait until the last few innings to play. He was starting pitcher. Rafael was incredibly proud. He just wished he could see it without all of the stares and whispers.
Olivia laughed. "You really don't like baseball, do you?"
"I like it fine."
Rollins leaned in. "I bet he'll come up to bat soon. They're doing pretty well. Two men on base."
