day three | Sonny Carisi/Nick Amaro/Reader (polyam!verse)| no warnings
prompts: “Remind me why I can’t kill the carolers?” & “Hum one more note of that carol and I will stab you”
“…and a Happy New Year!”
You lifted your hands to clap as you smiled at the carolers.
“We wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a—”
When they launched into another round of singing you heard twin muffled groans behind you. With one elbow you jabbed Nick in the stomach and you stepped back onto the insole of Sonny’s foot. Both men protested and grumbled under their breath. You took another step back into the apartment, hoping that if you all got far enough away from the door they would take the hint and go sing on someone else’s doorstep. It wasn’t that they had been singing long for you, but it was also the fact that you all had been able to hear them coming as they made their way down the hallway of the apartment building.
“Remind me why I can’t kill the carolers?” Sonny mumbled in dark tone.
anon requested: – It’s Sunday. Which means relaxing all the day. Person B pulls up some old classical games. They end up doing some UNO and Monopoly. Person B is more competitive than Person A thought and they end up having an intense duel of what was supposed to be a casual game. I know this is Person A/B, but could you do the poly!verse? Thanks!
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Sonny narrowed his eyes above his cards before breaking out into a wide smirk. He slapped down a ‘draw four’ card on the table in the center of the pile of cards.
“Uno,” he crowed. “Pick four! Booyah!”
You and Nick exchanged a look, but obediently began to slowly draw four cards. “You know, there’s no prize if you win,” you pointed out to Sonny.
Beside you Nick snorted and you studiously avoided looking at him. This friendly game of UNO had became ultra competitive as, unbeknownst to you and Nick, Sonny began playing with a fervor he usually applied to finding suspects. He’d been gasping and mumbling and crowing triumphantly for the last fifteen minutes of the game and you had half a mind to suddenly ‘remember’ plans you had with your friends in order to escape. If this continued on, there was a very high probability that you would strangle him during Monopoly. That was not a game known for bringing out the best in people.
“Of course there’s a prize!” Sonny replied enthusiastically. He gestured impatiently at you to play a card. “The immense satisfaction that I whooped you both in UNO.”
You rolled your eyes and dropped a card on the table. At this rate, it was looking like Sonny would win. Nick rubbed a finger along his bottom lip as he looked down at his cards. His eyes flickered between you and Sonny and you prayed that he had something that Sonny was not going to be able to match. He tossed a card down carelessly with a smirk.
“Draw two,” he announced with a wide smile. You fist pumped at Sonny’s disgruntled expression and decided against trying to sneak away. At this point, you were determined to take him down.
anon requested: For poly!verse: Person A, B, and C have a dishwashing list, showing who’s turn it is to wash the dishes. Person C usually never does the dishes. One evening. person B comes home to whining noises. They check the kitchen and see person C washing the dishes! …Under supervision of person A. They feel pity for person C and they help them out. Person A gives their strict behaviour up and joins them in. All the three are washing the dishes while talking about how their day was.
gave this a bit o..not really angst, but I gave it some bite? trying to write more dynamic relationships! hope you like it 🙂
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“It’s your turn,” you snipped back at Sonny. It wasn’t the first time you had said something to that effect, but you were getting increasingly annoyed with how much of a fuss he was putting up.
“I’m just saying,” Sonny continued stubbornly, “that I cooked last night. And in my family the chef never had to wash the dishes.”
“You volunteered to cook last night!” you cried, turning away from where you were wiping down the countertops. “Nick and I wanted to order delivery.”
“There was no point in ordering delivery when we had plenty of good food at home,” Sonny stressed. He scrubbed at a plate roughly before setting it aside to rinse. You heard the apartment door open and close– Nick must be back from his run–but you pressed on.
went with poly!verse and some hardcore comfort fic! thank you for voting!
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You pressed your forearm tighter against your face, but the tears kept coming. It had been one of those days. One of those days that anyone who ever lived in New York had experienced where absolutely everything that could go wrong, did. It started when you forgot about a presentation at work, escalated as the lunch Sonny had prepared for you had been accidentally thrown away when someone cleaned the office refrigerator and made worse by an unexpected rainstorm where you had gotten drenched. By the time you had made it back to the apartment you had discovered that your purse had a hole in it and that although your ID hadn’t fallen out, two of your credit cards had. Add in chronic pain on top of that and you were ready to throw in the towel.
You cried harder as your side twinged and you wished you had thought to take painkillers before throwing yourself on the bed after drying off. You knew that Sonny and Nick would be home soon, so you needed to rein it in, but every time you tried to stop the tears just got worse. Before you could convince yourself to go back into the bathroom to dry off your face and splash some cold water on it you heard the front door of the apartment open.
“Honey, we’re home!” you heard Nick call cheerfully from the front.
“And we have food!” Sonny added. You could practically see the matching smiles on their faces and you tried to muffle your sob to no avail.
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