18. “why am I so easy to forget like that?” // supermodel | sza For the cartel!au

carisi-dreams:

thank you for requesting this (and always leaving such nice comments/replies on my fics!) 🙂 this part has more ~feelings 

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Sonny leaned forward a bit in his chair. He spared a quick glance in Nestor’s direction before looking up at Miguel with an expectant smile. Miguel’s gaze was fixed on the paper’s in front of him on his desk so he didn’t see it. He had one hand holding them and the other paging through every so often. There was a deep furrow between his eyebrows and a downturn to the corners of his mouth. His body was held tightly, like a coiled spring, and although he was sitting in his office in his own house he was still wearing his suit jacket on top of his vest.

“We really doing this at your office?” Sonny asked lowly with a small smirk. His eyes danced with secrets. When Miguel finally looked up, though, he was taken aback by the barely contained fury in his eyes. Fire and ice. Sonny leaned back slightly, almost involuntarily.

“Where else would we discuss business, Dominick?” Miguel replied in a tone that was as businesslike as it was cold.

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carisi-dreams:

honeycarisi:

Concept: Nick Amaro painting a previously empty room in his and Sonny’s house a pale mint color. He’s singing to himself and resisting the urge to pull up his low riding sweatpants because there’s paint on his hands, taking care to make the coat as even and pretty as possible because it needs to be perfect. Through the open window, sunlight warms his skin and glints off his diamond earring, keeping the room just shy of too hot to work. Sonny’s on a water break from the fumes, one that’s going to last for, but Nick doesn’t mind. He’s just excited for their baby to come home.

this is a personal attacj

I need sooo much more ❤❤