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what would car sex with Sonny be like?

barbabangme:

This tol bean trying to have sex in a car would be a SIGHT wow

Hes such a tall noodle but also surprisingly very flexible!! it would be so playful like you guys are on a roadtrip or something and both in great moods and youre wearing a little sundress and he just CANNOT take it anymore so he pulls over and has you straddle him and gah he like pulls the top of your dress down and ausdghalsifuhs;rg or like youre at a party and you guys just wanna bone but the bathroom isnt an option like theres way too many people so you go out to the car and he lays you down in the backseat to just go at it and you come back into the party with goofy ass grins on both your faces and everyone knows what you just did

😏😯😳

Mike for the hc thing??

lesbiancarisi:

A) I hc that his dad was emotionally abusive bc of the way they interacted on the show + Mike’s demeanor around his dad vs around the squad + the way that Mike has a tendency to parrot back lines and behavior. Like, I think his dad was v controlling and drilled him like a soldier since he was young.

B) Mike would enjoy being a farmer. Let him have some peace and tend to his corn

C) He has major major major major issues with his hero complex, and it’s what ultimately got him killed. He has this belief that if he fails to save everyone, then he must be a complete failure

D) Mike never died, he faked it to go deep undercover for joint terrorism

Can Mike and Reader (pre or post kids) get a rescue dog?

“Mikey, I’d like to talk to you about something”, you said sweetly. The sweet aroma of French toast filled the apartment. You sat the platter on the table along with bacon and orange juice.

Mike raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You’re calling me Mikey and made my favorite breakfast. How bad is it?”

“Nothing bad. I was thinking about adopting a dog from the shelter”, you explained. “Just a small one. I was looking online and there are so many that need good homes. They’re already spayed or neutered. Plus since they’re not puppies, no potty training or chewing.”

Mike studied you over his mug of coffee. “We’ll go check the shelter out, get more info. Not promising anything.”

Yips and barks greeted you when you opened the front door of the shelter. One of the volunteers escorted you through to the kennel. She asked about work schedules, apartment size, etc and you filled her in. “This is Denny. He is a surrender. His previous owner recently passed away.”

Looking into Denny’s eyes you could see his sadness, which caused your eyes to well up. Turning your gaze to Mike, “That is so sad, babe. Just look at him.” Mike shifted his eyes from you to Denny. His face softened.

The volunteer took Denny out of his cage. He was timid at first. His tail barely wagging. You held your hand out for him to sniff. His demeanor changed. He was jumping up, licking your face, and his tail wagging a hundred miles an hour. “He’s not responded to anyone like that before”, the volunteer informed you.

Mike knelt down and got the same greeting from Denny as you. He laughed, “I guess he picked us.”

“Uh, doll. What the hell is that?” Sonny pointed to the pizza box as he walked into the living room.

“Pizza, Sonny.” Catching the gooey cheese in your mouth, looking him straight in the eye.

He scoffed, “that is not pizza, okay. That is an abominaion.”

“Don’t even start with me on toppings”, adding another slice to your plate, you grabbed a beer and plopped on the couch.

“Goat cheese and sun-dried tomato is classic Italian toppings and delicious I might add”, Sonny countered.

“Let’s agree to disagree. Just pick the pineapple off”, turning your attention back to the TV.

“But the juice will be baked in…”, Sonny started to whine.

“Good thing yours is staying warm in the oven.” You winked at him.

“You’re such a brat.” Sonny shot back.

“you’re a good pillow” Sonny sophia& the kids

sweetcannolicarisi:

Amelia: 8
Dante: 4
Lorenzo: 2

“Alright guys, family movie time!” Sonny called. Amelia ran from her room and down the
quickly as Dante followed.

“Mia wait for me!” Dante said as he carefully walks down the stairs. Amelia rolled her eyes as she waited for her brother and helped him down the stairs.

“What movie we watching?” Sophia asked as she sat on the couch with Ren in her lap. He was playing with two cars and handed one to his mother.

“I think Dante picked out Cars. The first one.” Sonny said as he poured the popcorn he just made into two bowls. Sonny came out and handed Sophia and Ren a bowl while he helped Amelia and Dante onto the couch.

“I wanna cuddle into daddy!” Amelia shouted as she curled up against Sonny’s side. He chuckled as he wrapped an arm around Amelia as Dante curled up against his mother.

“You guys ready?” Sonny said as he turned the movie on. The kids cheered, Lorenzo clapping some. Amelia curled up closer into her father’s side before looking up at him.

“You’re a good pillow daddy.” Amelia said. Sonny chuckled as he placed a kiss in her hair before turning to the TV.

a-freaking-dorable.

i think it would be a fun story to see mike and the reader both getting the stomach flu and trying to take care of each other!

As you splashed water on your face, you heard loud, heavy footsteps coming down the hall fast. The bathroom door swung open and Mike made a lunge for the toilet, depositing what you guessed was his lunch.

Rewetting the washcloth with cold water, you wrung it out and place it on Mike’s clammy neck.  “I feel your pain babe”, you remarked. When Mike looked up at you, he gave you the most pathetic look you had ever seen.

“I think I’m dying.” Mike straightened and went to the sink. He splashed his face with cool water and rinsed his mouth. “I have vomited countless times, the things that are coming out of me…” he shivered.

“Yeah. Mine started this morning. At this point I’m just dry heaving.” You leaned against the counter.  “So you have that to look forward to.” 

“Oh no, not again.” Mike turned and vomited again. 

The sound made your stomach churn. You cupped your hand over your mouth and ran to the guest bath. You were hugging the toilet after another round of dry heaves racked your body. Now, it was Mike pressing the cool washcloth to your neck. He took your hand to help you up and to the bedroom.

“God I’m having flashbacks of college”, you mumbled into your pillow. “How did I not die back then?”

Mike chuckled a little, “I think it had something to do with being 21 and bulletproof.” He place his hand on your belly under your shirt. “You are burning up, baby.”

“Yeah. So are you.” Sighing you said, “okay. You get the ibuprofen. I’ll get us some water. Meet back here in 5.”

Mike was shuffling out of the bathroom when you came back. “It happend again. Where is it coming from?” He was pale and clammy. “You don’t look so good”, he took the words right out of your mouth.

“Same to you champ”, you passed him a water and took the ibuprofen his offered. “Just sip.” He nodded as the two of your climbed back into bed.

“God. So hot.” You kicked the blanket off, your T-shirt drenched in sweat. Pushing Mike’s sweaty leg and arm of you was a struggle but you managed. Mike’s fever had broke as well. 

Mike stirred beside you. “What time is it?”, he grumbled, still not opening his eyes.

Glancing at he clock on your bedside stand, “It’s 7. I’m getting in the shower.”

 “Wait 7AM or 7PM?” he inquired.

“PM. We slept for three hours. I think I feel marginally better. How about you?” You pushed yourself up to sit on the side of the bed.

“Maybe after a shower I’ll feel better. I’ll join you.” He slowly sat up. “I feel weak as a kitten.”

 You giggled at the comparison. Rounding the bed you tugged his hand, “you wash my hair, I’ll wash yours.”

 “I can’t tonight babe-” he started.

 “Mike, I mean just a shower, not a “shower’. Then we’ll hit the couch, nibble on some saltines, sip on some 7-UP and watch trash TV.”  You pushed his hair from his forehead.

He nodded, “that I can do. Thanks for taking care of me.”

“Of course. You took good care of me too. Next time let’s not be sick at the same time.”

“Deal.”, MIke agreed.