#dominick carisi

carisi: maybe they’re just not that good at their jobs. or maybe…just maybe…no one wants to live in florida

carisi: do they get off on this?

rollins: that’s what i was saying, like a weird bonnie and clyde?

carisi: but bonnie and clyde stuck together, bonnie wasn’t like “hey, you gotta check out this clyde guy”

carisi: did you buy the rubber sheets?

barba: no i didn’t buy the rubber sheets! who would do that?!

carisi: apparently you because you’re getting pretty touchy about it

rollins: boy, the last thing i would want after vomiting is to be killed

carisi: yeah, i mean, really just a bad week for that shark

everyone @ carisi: i don’t want him to have a full mental break, maybe close. close would be good

rollins: maybe say something that’s nice that’ll make them come down

carisi: hi, please come downstairs!

rollins: that’s what you landed on?

carisi: cool

rollins: what a perk. what are the benefits for working as a janitor at this bar, in this hotel?

carisi: “you can live in the cave”

rollins: “well, we got a room prepared for you in the basement”

carisi: any advice? are you asking me for advice? do i look like the kind of man that can give advice?

everyone @ carisi: hope he’s doing fine, probably not

carisi: does that equate to building a door leading to nowhere? in my opinion, not really

carisi: yeah, the dude’s a freakin set of clown shoes

carisi @ barba: that's—see? okay, well now i’m on to something

carisi: or he’s just andy from toy story. he just writes his name on everything

Pairing: Peter Stone x Reader

Summary: After a night of heavy drinking with a total stranger, Peter decides to try to win you back once again, drunk and over the phone. No better way than that at three AM.

Peter looked down at his cell phone, 2:37AM. He then looked at his shot of Jägermeister, his fifth shot of Jager, on top of three beers and on top of two shots of whiskey. He smiled, looking at the new profile picture you had just uploaded to Facebook. He looked at your smile, missing how he was the one who put that on your face, in the profile picture your loyal dog Jes was with you.

“Damn it, I miss the dog too.” The bartender looked at Peter, puzzled. Peter showed him the picture, his eyebrows perked up.

“Oh shoot and who is that? Your sister, she single?” He said, ready to get your number, Peter shot him a glare.

“That’s the reason I’m here. Drowning my sorrows cause I miss her.” The bartender smiled and handed Peter another beer.

“Now, why is that? Her choice or yours?” Peter took a drink of the beer and shook his head.

“Well, we didn’t date I guess you could say. We just hung out a lot, she slept at my house, I walked her dog, we’d have sex, we-” The bartender cut him off.

“So wait? You had exactly what a relationship is, but not a relationship?” Peter smiled.

“We just never put a label on it. I don’t know. She never asked and neither did I. My ex fiancé popped up, well problem there is I never told her that I had an ex fiancé.” The bartender shook his head, grabbing a shot for himself.

“Man, you know women love knowing that shit!” Peter shook his head.

“I know, I know. Like I said, we weren’t officially dating, I don’t know I didn’t think.” The bartender chuckled and let out a ‘huh’,

“Maybe we do only think with our dicks. Why don’t you call her?” He handed Peter another shot.

“She’s probably asleep, no need to wake her.” He took the shot. The shot he needed. Roughly ten minutes later, he was ready to make that call.

“Oh oh put her on speaker I wanna hear!” The bartender, who’s actual name was Mark shouted.

“Shhhhhh.” Peter whispered, “You have to be ve- ve- very quiet.” He laughed at his inability to speak well, finally there was an answer.

“Hello? Who the hell is this? It’s 3:30AM I have work in three hours. We can’t all stay up half the night!” 

“Ah there’d my firecracker! What are ya doin honey?” 

“Peter? Is that you? Are you hammered right now?” He laughed, trying to hold his head up.

“Maybe! Not as bad as last time I called you!” Which was a lie, it was worse this time. 

“You know what Peter? Seems to me like you only want to talk when you have some booze in you. Tell you what, you know where I live, you have my key still if you want to talk so bad you’ll do it sober. You call me one more time like this and you will never hear from me again, I will block your number. Sound good?” Peter sighed, putting his head down ready to sleep now.

“Okay! Okay! No more drunk calls! Go- goodnight sweet stuff!” You rolled your eyes at his saying and hung up. His new found friend Mark got his home address off his phone, called Peter a cab and sent him to his house to sleep everything off. When Peter woke up he couldn’t remember anything, Not a single thing. When he grabbed his phone, the first thing he saw was a note on the lock screen.

“I know you won’t remember shit! My name is Mark, we became friends last night. You told me about the woman you like so much and even called her. Now, heads up man she told you to talk to her in person not drunk and over the phone. Now, get cleaned up and showered up and go win that woman back! If you have any questions call my number, or if you ever wanna get together! God luck my guy!” Peter laughed at the note, not remembering meeting anyone named Mark. He read the message again, making sure he read what was wrote correctly. As soon as he saw that you had told him to come talk to you when he was sobered up, he ran to the shower and was ready to go In under ten minutes. He headed out the door, knowing all what to say and ready to have you back.

Pairing: Sonny Carisi x Reader

Request: Would you do a Sonny Carisi imagine of him being quarantined in his childhood home with his family with his wife and their toddler? I’d imagine he loves him family but they’d drive him crazy - Requested by anon           

ugh this is so cute I love daddy sonny

“In order to combat this invisible enemy we will need to stay in our homes for at least two weeks, if someone must have groceries or food they can send one person out to get that. Otherwise, you will need to stay home.” Sonny watched the news, drinking his morning coffee with his father. His father laughed.

“Yeah, I didn’t live through Y2K, Zikka Virus and all that other crap for nothing! I’m going out on the town.” He couldn’t tell if his father was serious or joking.

“Dad, you know this disease is killing people right? Especially you old folks.” He joked.

“Well son, like I sai-” He paused, realizing what Sonny had said. “I’m not old! I’m only 61!” The two chuckled, turning off the news to something more delightful.

“Well, good thing I have those two weeks off from work. Looks like I’ll be here for a little while.” His father smiled, taking the last sip from his coffee. 

“You know you’re more than welcome son. As long as you and your sister don’t kill each other. I’m making cannoli’s for breakfast this morning. How many should I fix everyone?”

“Well (Y/N) is doing some kind of new diet trend, not too sure but I don’t think you eat anything good. Key-toe or somethin? Just fix her one. Ava one.” His father laughed.

“Good one Sonny, thinking my grandchild isn’t going to get spoiled with cannoli’s? Who only eats one?” Sonny laughed, remembering all the times he had went back for seconds, thirds and even fourths on his fathers cannoli’s. They had made the mistake of giving the neighbor some, ever since then at least once a week they come over asking for some. You couldn’r beat them.

It was seven thirty nine in the morning, any minute his little rascal should be up running around. Sonny decided to head to the porch to enjoy the peacefulness. After a few minutes, his daughter come onto the porch, blanket and stuffed animal in hand. 

“Daddy? Can I sit?” She said, reaching up for him to lift her up.

“Come on munchkin. Mommy still asleep?” He asked, admiring the beautiful blonde headed child him and (Y/N) created. After the struggle with infertility, he was grateful. Sonny prayed daily for Ava, even before she was born. He was scared for his 3 year old if he had to be truthful. This virus was serious enough to shut down entire states, what will it be in another ten years? Hopefully gone. Ava drifted off to sleep once again. Sonny heard the door crack open, it was (Y/N). 

“Good Morning!” She whispered, kissing Sonny on the forehead, taking a seat in the porch swing careful not to spill her coffee.

“Can you believe how crazy this has all gotten?” She asked, taking a sip of  the dark roasted coffee. “I’m so scared for Ava. I really am. I hope this all goes away, It’s even scarier having a kid in this world with this junk going on.” Sonny sighed, looking at his sweet daughter napping on his chest. No worries, probably dreaming of her stuffed duck dancing with her pink stuffed elephant. Simple things.

“I know. Let’s just try and enjoy one day without this virus talk.” She smiled, watching him look over their daughter. 

“Sonny!” His sister Bella screamed, as loud as she could. He handed Ava to (Y/N) and headed for Bella.

“What?” She threw her toothbrush at him, fists clenched. “Why did you knock my toothbrush in the toilet?” Sonny rolled his eyes.

“You think I did that on purpose? What are we 10 years old?” 

“Apparently so! Now I know why I hated having you in the same bathroom as me. You always knocked my stuff over and just left it.” Sonny rolled his eyes, closing the bathroom door. He took a deep breath.

“It’s going to be a long two weeks.”

Pairing: Mike Dodds x Reader

Summary:Mike Dodds runs across an old girlfriend in a way he’d never thought was possible.

!TRIGGER WARNINGS!: Drug addicted reader, violence against the reader, drug abuse/addiction, prostitution

Ok I loved writing this, there will be more parts to it btw!!

“What do we got Liv?” Mike asked, adjusting his jacket to the cold winter air. Liv sighed and shook her head.

“Another call girl, she’s not dead thank god. I think he just scared her good. She was tough and got away from him, only problem is that she was higher than a kite on coke. She’s come down now so we can talk to her. I really think we’re dealing with a serial rapist Dodds.” Mike shook his head.

“Liv, why do people chose this life?” Liv put her arm around Mike.

“Mike, I don’t think a lot of them do. I think life deals them a bad hand and this is the best way they know how to handle it. The prostitution gives them a job, money, the money goes for the drugs to make them forget the pain they face. Let’s start off with seeing if she has a pimp, then get the details.” Mike sighed, took a deep breath and followed Liv. His dad didn’t have high opinions on women like this, but Mike did. He wishes he could save them all, but many have been scared into silence. The two finally reached the ambulance, the victim was sitting in the back, head in knees, covered in a blanket to prevent her from freezing in her skimpy work clothes. Liv sat down beside her, placing an arm around her.

“Hey sweetie. My name is Olivia Benson I’m with the special victims unit, can you tell me your name?” The victim didn’t look up, only mumbled her name. 

“(Y/F/N)? Is that right?” Olivia said, repeating what she had heard. Mike’s heart sank to his stomach, recalling that name and all the memories attached to it. 

“(Y/N)?” He said, knowing fully well he shouldn’t have. She looked up, tears filling her eyes. 

“Mike? What? Why are you here?” Her voice sounded angry, but truly she was ashamed. Someone she had loved so deeply the one to see her in this desperate state she was in. 

“It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.” Olivia continued to ignore what had just happened and keep her questions going. Dodd’s mind traveled back to every  memory the two had, good or bad. Mike had met (Y/N) when she had moved down the street from him and his family. His mother and hers became very close friends, causing them to become friends, which led to much more. The two had been together since 18 years old and finally ended the long relationship at the age of 25. That was 5 years ago, (Y/N) decided to move away to Maine. Mike wanted to stay near his father so the two decided it was best to split. After he had been zoned out, he heard Liv calling him.

“Yeah Liv?” She gave him a look, he straightened up.

“She wants to talk, just you two. Remember, you’re an officer of the law now.” Liv said, leaving the two alone. 

“So,” She began slowly, “Cop now huh?” Dodds smirked, trying to think of what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything Mike. I’ve fucked up my whole life. Every bit of it.” She said, hanging her head down, trying to keep the tears from falling.

“I just don’t get it. You went to Maine, how did you get back here?” She finally let the tears fall, making her $2 mascara run even worse.

“I lost my job in Maine, because I got hooked on drugs. It started out with a nerve pill my coworker gave me, just one fucking Xanax. One fucking pill ruined me. It just went on from there, one became two, two became five. Five became meth, meth became coke. Finally I decided to come back here, I had to fuck my way here, do you know how sick some of these taxi and truck drivers are?” She smiled a broken smile, but continued her story. “I finally got back to mom and dads house. I told them everything that had happened, they slammed the door in my face and left me in the freezing rain. I never thought in a million years they would be the ones who turned their backs on me. I mean aren’t parents supposed to give you that unconditional love and all that bull shit? Not mine. Anyways, that was three months ago. Here I am, selling myself on the streets, sleeping in hotel rooms with random men just so I don’t have to sleep on a bench or concrete slab. I hate it Mike. I hate it so much. This isn’t the life I ever wanted to have. My whole life I thought people chose to live this way, but now that it’s me, I know that’s not true. I know that no one would want to walk down the street in stained lingerie, find some nasty ass man who needs to get his rocks off with you and praying you can get ahold of your dealer after at 3AM because you have to take the edge off from sleeping with a random creep.” She threw her face into her hands, tears flowing faster than they ever had before, a tear even came out of Mikes eye. How could someone who had it all become so broken? Someone Mike loved so dearly and always did love had became so broken, he just wanted to put all the pieces back together, but even scattered he still admired her strength. There aren’t too many people who would spill that hurt and pain so easily.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Mike asked, heartbroken. “You know I would have came. You know I would have let you crash with me.” (Y/N) chuckled, pulling a cigarette out of her bra and lighting it up. He noticed the bruises and cuts even more now that the small flame of the lighter illuminated her face. Bruises on her cheeks, cut on her lips, bags under the eyes, hollowing cheek bones. 

“Mike, I figure you have a life now. A trophy wife and maybe a few kids, why would I? I figured after my parents, you’d take one look at me and tell me to hit the road.”

“No wife, no kids. Nothing.” Mike smiled, wrapping her hand into his. “(Y/N), I will do everything I can to find the man who did this, I will do everything to help you. I promise you that.” He wanted to kiss her, she was still the kind, angelic girl that he had fell in love with. 

“Dodds! We got to go, she needs to get a rape kit done.” Liv said, she gave (Y/N) a card with her name, as Liv turned around Dodds handed her a card as well. 

“Call me as soon as your done at the hospital. I’ll come get you.” He said, slipping the card into her cold, bruised hands. Once they were out of ear shot from her, Liv began the speech.

“Dodds you kn-” He cut her off.

“I know Liv. Take myself off the case, stay away as far as I can from this. No contact. I know the drill, I’ve seen you give this speech too many times. She is my ex, I dated her for a long time, almost proposed to her.” Liv smiled, placing a hand on Dodd’s shoulder. 

“I know how it is wanting to help someone you care about. Cassidy was mine, Rollins has her sister, Fin’s brother. I wish we could touch these cases but we can’t. I just can’t tell if it would make it easier or harder for us.” She smiled, her phone rang around this time. “Meet me in the cruiser and we’ll head back. This is Lucy.” He watched Olivia walk away, turning around to watch the ambulance pull out.

“I’ll let you know if its easier or harder on us Liv,” He whispered, making sure his phone was on full blast for when he got the call from (Y/N).

Pairing: Sonny Carisi x Reader

Summary: Reader is getting ready for her wedding day, when she realizes she’s only marrying someone to suit her brother and father, Not the person who truly knows her soul.

ps sorry if this sucks i’m a lil rusty AND there will probs be a part two to this

You looked in the mirror, as your father William Dodds placed your grandmothers diamond necklace around your neck. He teared up at the sight of you, beautiful wedding gown, your mothers veil and his mothers necklace. He couldn’t help but let tears run down his face.

“Dad, save the water works. You’ll have to cry when you walk me down the isle.”  He smiled and hugged you tightly. “I’ll let you finish getting ready. You look so beautiful honey.” You sighed as he walked out the door, flopping into the nearest chair possible. Finally, some piece and quiet. Who knew getting married would be so loud and busy? You looked at the ring on your hand, given to you by longtime boyfriend Matt Gomez. He was everything your father had wanted, top of his class in college, ivy league, lawyer for big pharmacies. Outstanding man, your father loved him.

Your father loved him and so did Mike, but did you? On days, he was an incredible guy, but not for you. They always say make yourself happy first then worry about others, but what you had done here was please your family members, not yourself. If it was up to you, this would not be the man you would spend your life with. After a minute of quiet you knew someone was bound to bust in, but it was not who you expected/

“Sonny?” You questioned, surprised to see him after he said he wouldn’t be within a thousand miles of your wedding.

“Just listen to me. For once, please listen,” He struggled with the cracks in his voice. “I love you. Okay? I do, I love you so much (Y/N). You love me too, that’s why I can’t understand why you’re marrying this douche! Well, I do understand, he’s who your dad and brother want you with, not who you really love.” You stood in awe at everything he had said. 

“Sonn-”

“Just let me finish and I’ll leave.” He shook his head, holding back tears, “I can’t keep how I feel for you a secret anymore. I can’t keep hurting myself just to keep everyone else at bay. You’re making a mistake, you should be marrying me. Not Matt, not in a million years should you be marrying him. He’s nothing like you. I am. We work on cases together, we get them solved, we go get coffee. Yours with extra ice and two shots of expresso so you can get a few more hours of day light. We’re a team, I notice the way you tap your pen on your chin three times and then switch to the table when you’re puzzled on something. I notice how you put the papers in the copy machine, only a few in a stack at a time. There’s so many things I love about you, so many things I notice. Does Matt notice those things?” You wondered, what did he notice about you? You began to wonder, but stopped yourself.

“Sonny, why wait till today? Why today of all fucking days would you tell me this?” He sat down on the near by bed in your dressing room. 

“Cause, I thought the feeling would leave. I always wanted it to because I know your family hates me and would never want us to be together. I just couldn’t hold this in anymore. I love you, please don’t marry him.” Sonny begged, you were furious with him, at everything, timing, the world, all of it.

“Just go.” You mumbled, trying to hold back the tears.

‘What?” He asked, confused.

“Go!” You shouted at Sonny, “You can’t just come in here and do this to me and expected me to drop everything. Just go Sonny.” He hung his head down, but listened to what you wanted. He walked out quietly. You threw yourself back on the bed, letting any tears that had welled up out. You didn’t even care that you were ruining a $583 makeup look. The world was too heavy right now. There was so much to get off your chest. You walked outside, hoping you didn’t run into anyone on the way. You looked at the beautiful sunset, the people gathered in the yard, ready for you to walk down the isle. Just when you were lost in thought, you received a text from Sonny.

“I know you’re out there, we’re meant to be..”He texted your favorite song by Sam Smith. Still hoping to change your mind. Sonny was the only one you could imagine being at the end of the isle. You closed out your messages, sighing. You knew what had to be done and it was going to get done. 

Peter ScanavinoasDominick Carisi Jr.||SVU23x21