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Leave + Sonny/reader

lesbiancarisi:

[send a word + pairing for a three paragraph fic]

The sun is barely over the horizon when Sonny crawls out of bed. The night before still lingers in the empty flutes stained sticky with dried champagne on the nightstand, dances in the folds of clothes discarded on the grey carpet, glints in the reflection of poor lighting on the diamond ring on your finger. It fills the air with the scent of sweat and strawberries. Heavy curtains block light from coming in, so he can only see the barest hints in the dark room, but he doesn’t dare to let more in lest it wake you up.

Sleeping, you look even more angelic than you do awake. No pressures draw lines on your face that don’t belong with the curves and angles of your cheeks, lips, nose, brows, jaw, all the parts of you that he usually wakes up staring at with a dimpled beaming grin on his cheeks. He resists the urge to touch you, terrified of disturbing the rest that you’ve earned. Sheets twisted around you expose the barest hints of your thighs and back, dipping down so that he can just see the contours of your body. If work didn’t loom at the turn of the hour, he’d spend the morning exploring what he’s come to know so well.

He dresses in the dark and does his hair by the dull light from his phone screen because he can’t bring himself to leave the bedroom when you’re still so close. His tie goes on messy, badge clipped crookedly on his belt beside the gun he fumbles at the safe of for too long a time. Staying home seems so nice, but duty calls. Tucking his phone into his suit jacket, he can’t resist leaning down to kiss your temple lightly enough that you make no move other than a slight shift and a sleeping smile. You’re beautiful, and with the ring on your hand, you’re his. His heart is unbearably full as he finally forces himself to leave.

I can’t. This is wonderful!

It’s too cold, come back! Could you do it with Sonny or Nick please ?

thatonecurlygirl:

thatonecurlygirl:

Sonny x Reader

Christmas time has always been your favorite time of year. You enjoy peppermint hot chocolate, Christmas decorations, songs, and the Christmas spirit. The cold, on the other hand, has never been something you could bring yourself to enjoy. You hate bundling up in so many layers but living in New York makes that pretty impossible not to do. So during the winter months, you spend your days anticipating the moment your husband comes home and cuddles you, sharing his immense amount of body heat.

You were happily surprised to come home from work and picking your son, Mikey, up from preschool to see Sonny had gotten off work early. You and Mikey walk through the door and are greeted by the delightful smell of spaghetti and Christmas music filling the house. Toeing off your shoes and hanging your coat in the closet, you follow the boy into the kitchen.

”Hey, handsome, you’re home early.” smiling, you walk up to him and try to dodge Mikey’s attempts to prevent the two of you from kissing.

”No, don’t kiss my Mommy!” Mikey squeals with a pout on his face.

”Why can’t Daddy kiss me?” you ask poking at the little boy’s belly.

”Lily said boys give girls cooties with kisses. Momma can’t get cooties!” He scolds his father who just chuckles.  

”I promise I won’t give Mommy cooties.” Sonny smiles as he places Mikey back down on the ground. ”Go put your coat and backpack away, dinner is ready.”

”Okay, Daddy!” he says and takes off running out of the room.

“Okay, now how about that kiss?” You smile and stand up on your tiptoes to reach his soft and loving lips. His arms wrap around you as he pulls you close to his body.

“No! Mommy has the cootie bug now!” You hear your son shout from behind you, followed by the patter of his bare feet as he runs around the house screaming, “We’re all going to die!”

“Look at what you did, doll. You couldn’t resist these lips and now we are in a state of emergency.” He chuckles and unwraps his arms from around your body to chase after Mikey.

“Poor kid takes after me.” You sigh out and shake your head but your comment went unheard over Mikey’s wails. “Mikey, it’s okay baby, Mommy likes Daddy’s cooties. I am okay.” You try to assure him as you take his small body from Sonny’s arms. “I kiss Daddy all the time, we are not going to die.”

“You sure?” He asks in a small, unsure voice.

“Positive!”

“Eventful night,” Sonny says, your nearly naked bodies pressed against each other to share the extra skin-to-skin body heat.

“Poor guy thought you were giving me cooties.” You smile. Although he is a lot like you in the dramatic and quick panic mode, he is also a lot like Sonny. When it comes to you, that boy is extremely protective and is dead set on becoming a detective like his Daddy, so that he can ‘protect Mommy for the rest of his life.’

“When he gets older he will realize he was the best cootie I ever gave you.” He chuckles as he kisses the crook of your neck. “You want another one, doll?”

“A coo- a kid? How do you think Mikey would react?” You ask, turning to face Sonny.

“Let me go ask.” He slips out of the bed in only his boxers and heads toward the door.

“Wait, it’s too cold, come back!” You whine sitting up in the bed. “Plus, Mikey just fell asleep. We can talk to him tomorrow, it’s Mommy and Daddy time now.” You wink as you slide off your panties and sling them at him.

“Don’t have to ask me twice.”

reblog to make it seem like I’m actually doing things on here lol

You are not OWED fanfiction

youleftme-clarke:

I’m gonna go on a little rant here. 

As a fanfic reader, you are not owed a single thing from writers. You have no right to demand updates, to harass writers who don’t post as often as you’d like, or who don’t fill your prompts, or to call out writers for not writing fast enough.

Here’s the thing: fanfiction authors are not professionals. We don’t get paid for what we do. We don’t get to wake up in the morning and sit at our computers and write fics for you to access for free. Fanfic writers know that we will never make a career out of writing fanfiction. We write because it’s a hobby, a passion, a stress reliever. We write because we love the characters, because we love the story, because we have more stories to tell. Most importantly, we write for fun.

We go to school. We work jobs. We have kids. We have homes and apartments and rooms to clean and meals to make and chores to do. We have business meetings to attend and essays to write. Our worlds don’t revolve around fanfiction. Fanfiction is something we do when we have the time, late at night when we can’t sleep, on the weekends, between classes, on our lunch breaks.

If you don’t write, you can’t even imagine the amount of work and time that goes into fanfic. You can’t begin to understand how much planning writers do, and how many hours get spent setting up the plot and developing the characters in the ways that make sense.

You can leave comments on our work. We love it when you leave comments on our work. But when we’ve just spent 10 hours putting together a new chapter, the last thing we want to see in our notifications is “I have waited FOREVER for this! What took so long!” “omg! don’t wait so long between updates next time!” “Am I gonna have to wait this long for the next chapter, too?”

There’s a difference between being supportive and letting the author know that you’re still there after months of silence and shaming them for those months of silence. Every single one of us has a life outside of fanfiction. Things happen. Plans change. Accidents come up out of the blue. When I’m sick, when I’m stressed, when I’m flooded with assignments, I don’t have time to update fics, and I don’t need to tell you that. I don’t need to justify why it takes so long for me to update. You don’t need a reason explaining my absence.

Fanfiction is a gift, and just like any gift, when you receive it, you say “thank you”, because no one was obligated to give it to you. It’s rude say “cool, but I want more, too.”

Thank you to all fanfic writers! I appreciate you!