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I think in an AU where Carisi was the girls' biological father, Al would never have even had a chance with Amanda, so he wouldn't be around at all!

Norma Kuhling Instagram Update about her new hair cut in NY 7/17/26

She's back in NY right now! Looks like ADA Jones is back for SVU28 from the looks of it 🤞🤞🤞

“I just kept thinking, I’m a cop, how did I let this happen?”

“I kinda put myself in that position..”

“You can’t tell Olivia, she’s the only person who’s ever seen any good in me.”

“This your girlfriend?”

“No? Agent Lewis works for the FBI and she’s here to arrest you, because you won’t go to bed!”

Sonny Carisi Enough

July has not been a month for the weak. This came to me and had to be written. I hope you guys enjoy my first Sonny fic in wayyy too long. Thank you @polkadotpenguin16 for being an amazing human and a better friend.

Sonny could sense something was wrong with you immediately. It didn’t take a genius to realize, anyone who cared enough to notice would. You were a messy person- not dirty- just sprawled everywhere. It was something that had taken Sonny some time to get used to, but for the most part it didn’t bother him anymore. So, it had taken him off guard a little to find that you were an emotional cleaner. And not just a straighten-up emotional cleaner. No, you were moving all the furniture and scrubbing every inch of a room kind of emotional cleaner.

And right now you were on your knees scrubbing the divots of the kitchen floor tiles. You didn’t even look up when he entered the room. Sonny made the informed choice to take both his socks and shoes off and stay on the far side of the island to gain your attention. The one time he had stepped on your wet floor when you were like this was more than enough to keep him from doing it again.

He took a moment to get a rough guess of how concerned he should be. Just from looking at you, it didn’t seem too bad. The harsh scrubbing made him think that you were probably angry. A rough day at work. Or maybe you were mad at him. This was the third night in a row he had come home over an hour late. You had become pretty good at letting him know when you felt like work was consuming the time that your relationship needed and deserved.

“Baby?” You stop scrubbing but refuse to look at him. Sonny lets the silence hang in the air for a minute before trying again. The likelihood of it being him was increasing by each breath that left his lungs. He tried again. “Rough day, sweetheart?” You just sigh, tapping your fingers absentmindedly against the tile before finally looking up at him. Your eyes were rimmed in red, and while you were not currently crying, Sonny had no doubt it had been recently. Your cheeks were still tear-stained.

Sonny didn’t hesitate to close the space between you, crouching down. He cupped your cheek, pushing back the locks of hair that had escaped your messy bun and were dried to your cheeks. “What happened?” His voice was concerned but firm in its expectation of an answer.   

“Why is nothing I ever do good enough?” The words floored Sonny. It cut through his chest like shrapnel. A scalding mix of emotions warring for dominance. He was completely heartbroken for you, but also a level of pissed off that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He wasn’t stupid, he knew where these thoughts were coming from. Sonny carefully grabs you, pulling you up to your feet. You don’t resist. 

“It is- you are.” Your eyes are still downcast, and  Sonny bends, trying to get into your line of sight while putting gentle pressure on your jaw, urging you to raise your head.  Hey, hey, hey, look at me.” Moisture burns your eyes as you meet his gaze. “You are. I love you. You do so much, love so hard, give all of yourself to everyone and everything you do. And I love you for it. And I also hate it. Hate that it makes you feel this way.” Tears roll down your cheeks, and you don’t manage to catch the sob as it burns through your chest. 

Loud and ugly.