Thank you so much! Peter is fun to write for! I have a couple things for the SVU boys❤❤ I’ve had a lot of personal stuff, work, writers block and rewriting things cause I just haven’t been happy with how it was turning out. Hoping to get some things out this evening and tomorrow afternoon….fingers crossed! 🤞🏻🤞🏻
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Domestic/Family Prompt List
because what’s cuter than imagining your OTP being disgustingly domestic and having a family?
Pick a number and I’ll write a prompt for your ship based on…
- “Honey, where are the keys?”
- “He/she’ll be fine.”
- “I’ll be fine.”
- “Did you forget the baby wipes?”
- “Wait… is he/she walking?”
- “If you don’t get down here on the count of 3… 2… 1…”
- “I can’t find my shoe.”
- “Wouldn’t it be cute if he/she had a sibling…?”
- “STOP SCREAMING!”
- “Have you put his/her sunscreen on?”
- “Wait… hold your hand here… they’re kicking!”
- “Eww… gross.”
- “Stop embarrassing me.”
- “Because we are your parents and if you don’t listen to us then…”
- “You want to dance around the living room?”
- “You have got to stop doing that.”
- “What are you doing?”
- “Can you play a game with me?”
- “I’ll be there in a minute.”
- “Woahh… Mom/Dad look over there!”
- “I want to go on that one.”
- “He/She’s so tiny.”
- “Shh… be quiet.”
- “Can you sing me a song?”
- “Where’s your blanket?”
- “I want Mommy.”
- “I want Daddy.”
- “GO. AWAY!”
- “Can you tie my laces?”
- “Daddy/Mommy will teach you.”
- “I’m not scared.”
- “He/she’s not going to hurt him/herself.”
- “Did he/she just say…”
- “Was that his/her first word?”
- “Do not say that again.”
- “Get back here!”
- “I’m going to get you!”
- “I’ll pick him/her up.”
- “Don’t stay up too late.”
- “Here, taste this.”
- “That’s disgusting.”
- “You’re disgusting.”
- “Come on!”
- “Hold my hand.”
- “That’s it.”
- “Good job, buddy.”
- “WOOO! You’re doing so well!”
- “Let’s do this!”
- “Take a picture! Take a picture!”
- “Where are we going?”
- “Are we there yet?”
- “Do not come in.”
- “Go to your room! Now!”
- “Pew, pew!”
- “No, you have to do it like this.”
- “Where does it hurt?”
- “You’ll be okay.”
- “Get in the car.”
- “We’re going home.”
- “I don’t want to go!”
- “We are leaving even if I have to physically drag you to the car.”
- “Can we get a dog?”
- “What’s his/her name?”
- “Can I hold him/her?”
- “That’s weird.”
- “Can I come?”
- “It’s only for grown-ups.”
- “I’m so tired.”
- “Do you want to get a babysitter tonight?”
- “Are we seriously going to watch this movie for the seventeenth time?”
- “He/She likes it.”
- “Well, I don’t want to.”
- “Do it again!”
- “It’s not that funny.”
- “You’re the best.”
- “I love you Mommy.”
- “I love you Daddy.”
- “Can I get this for Mom/Dad?”
- “Why can’t I do it?”
- “You will never guess what I just saw him/her doing…”
- “Stop being ‘consending’.”
- “What did you just say?”
- “I’m not doing anything.”
- “Did you pack his/her toy?”
- “I’m not stopping the car again.”
- “Turn it off.”
- “It’s three o’clock in the morning!”
- “I miss you.”
- “What’s that… what’s that on the wall… is… is that CRAYON?”
- “Tidy your room.”
- “Why is this under here?”
- “I didn’t do it! He/she did!”
- “Don’t blame your brother/sister.”
- “Get your stuff, we’re leaving.”
- “You have five minutes.”
- “We’re late!”
- “We’re going to miss it…”
- “Can I have a cuddle?”
- “Family group hug!”
- “I’m so happy.”
Looking for some fluff requests for my AU’s.
“I haven’t been okay for a long time.” – starisi
//Can be read separately or as a sequel to this//
Sonny sighed, flopping backwards onto the bed causing Peter to look up from where he had been methodically folding t shirts. “Are you okay?”
“I haven’t been okay for a long time. Until this week. This week was better than okay. It was brilliant.” Sonny said, his voice turning wistful. “I wish we could stay. I don’t want to go back”
Peter knew what he meant. This week, spent in a tiny Italian fishing village, had been perfect. Peter wasn’t sure when he’d been this happy, this peaceful before, or when he’d see Sonny this carefree either. The fact that tomorrow they’d be flying back to Manhattan, back to the cases that got under his skin and never seemed to leave him, to the city that kept taking from him, it filled him with dread. “Me too”
“Then why are we going back? I mean what’s really keeping us there?”
My soft, sweet boys ❤❤
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“Surprise, darling.” Peter uncovered your eyes.
You took a sharp intake of breath. “Peter. This is- wow!” You ventured further into the room. Rose petals were scattered over the floor and bed. Candles gave the room a soft glow. “Sparkling Cider?” An amused grin crossed your lips. “It’s perfect.”
“Were you really surprised?” Peter popped open the cider, pouring a glass for each of you. He took a sip, studying you. “I wanted to do something special for you.”
“I love it, babe.” Standing on tiptoe you pressed a kiss to his soft lips. “What did I do to deserve this?”
Peter took the glass from your hand and sat it beside his glass on the table. His hands grasped yours. “Y/N. This is just a small fraction of what you deserve. The one constant in my life has been you. Y/N, you have stood behind me with every decision I have made, good or bad. You celebrate my achievements, mourn my losses and call me out when I need it. I know the last eight months I haven’t been the easiest to love, but you never faltered.” Peter’s eyes held so much pain even now. But you also saw hope.
“For better or worse, remember? There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you Peter Stone. I love you so much.” You reached your arms around his neck as his arms snaked around your waist. “Besides, you’ve kinda grown on me the last few years,” you giggled.
“Oh, Mrs. Stone. You know what that giggle does to me.” He slid his hands lower and grasped your bottom. “Tonight, I’m going to show you just how much I appreciate you. Multiple times actually.” He took your hand pulling you to the bed.
The name game
//Fluff piece deciding the Stone twins names//
Peter moved the hair from your face and delivered a kiss to your temple. You were already awake but just couldn’t bear to drag yourself out of bed. When you opened your eyes, Peter sweet smile greeted you. So did rain, cold and gloom outside. “Peter,” you said in a raspy voice, “it’s Saturday. Why are you up so early? Even the kids aren’t up yet.”
“Been up since 5AM. Wanted to get my work out done for the day.” Peter rose from your side of the bed and stripped off his sweaty shirt.
“Of course you have,” you grumbled sleepily. Being pregnant with twins was kicking your butt. And you still had four months left. Not that you were one for the gym anyway.
“Have you thought of a middle name?” Peter asked over his shoulder as he entered the bathroom.
“Nope. Maybe if I go back to sleep, one will come to me.” You rolled over and closed your eyes.
Peter chuckled. “Okay, darling. We’ll discuss when you’re more awake. I’ll shower then make some breakfast.”
“Hmmm…”, you mumbled into the pillow.
“Mama,” Audra whispered. “I sweep wif you.”
“Yeah. C’mon baby girl .” You pulled the comforter back and she climbed in beside you, then snuggled into your chest.
When Peter came out of the bathroom he paused seeing you and Audra snuggled in bed and grinned. He was a blessed man. He moved around the bathroom quietly so as not to wake the two of you.
The aroma of bacon and sweet waffles woke you up. 7:30 o’clock. Audra was just waking up too. She was like you, not much of an early riser.
Peter was getting plates out of the cabinet when you walked in holding Audra. Her legs dangling on either side of your rounded belly She had her face buried in your neck. “My beautiful ladies. Good morning loves.”
“We’re not awake yet, Daddy,” you informed him. Stretching up you kissed Peter, then licked your lips. “Mmm…Maple syrup. Yummy.”
The tips of Peter’s ears reddened and he cleared his throat. "Can Daddy hold you, Audra?” She nodded and went to Peter’s arms. “Hungry Munchie? Daddy made you and Mama’s favorite-waffles!”
“I helped Daddy make breakfast,” Julian stated proudly. “I stirred. We made extra cause Daddy said you eat more when you have a baby in your belly.”
“Well, it smells very good.” You kissed his head as he sat at the table. ”You did a good job.” Your hand rubbed your belly. “I am famished. Bring on the waffles.”
The four of you sat to eat, Audra on Peter’s lap, eating from his plate. "Maybe we can go to the children’s museum later. Then have lunch at Marco’s. ”
“Yeah. Pasta. I want that.” You took a bite of bacon. Crispy. Just the way you like it. “I’d like to stop at the bookstore too.”
“Emanuel.” Peter blurted out.
“Huh?” You said around a mouthful of waffle.
“For a middle name.” He gave Audra a bite of waffle dripping with syrup that ended up running her chin. Which she, of course, wiped off on her hand then Peter’s Tshirt. He grinned at her.
You nodded your head thoughtfully. “I like it. So. That’s it. We have names for both babies.”
“Really?” Peter smiled. “Really? We settled on names for the twins?”
“Liam Emanuel and Lauren Brielle it is.” You returned his smile, then mouthed ‘I love you’, before taking another waffle from the platter.
“Peter. I want to talk to you. And please, let me finish before you say anything.” Peter furrowed his brow but nodded his acknowledgment as he sipped his coffee. You took a deep breath before beginning. “These last few months have been taxing. And I know that you deal with stress well under normal circumstances. But you have had two major losses in less than three months.”
He nodded his head, looking straight ahead. His eyes were tense and his jaw clenched. You knew he wasn’t going to like what you were about to say. It had built for a few weeks and you couldn’t let it get any worse.
“I’m worried about you Peter. You’re coming home later every night, drinking more than normal or healthy and you missed my last prenatal appointment. Your just, not you babe.” You waited for his reaction.
Peter stood and started pacing. His hand rubbed the back of his neck. “I seem to be failing everyone lately; Pam, you, the kids. Sam and his Dad, mirror images of the relationship I had with my father. I couldn’t help Sam or his family, or those kids. I’ve let you down” His voice cracked.
“Hey,” your voice calm as you stood and approached him, taking his hands, “that is not what I meant, Peter. I love you so much. You have failed no one. Please understand that. I just worry. You know you can talk to me anytime, about anything. But this runs deeper than what I can do for you. I think you need to see a counselor or psychiatrist.”
Peter grabbed you, leaning his weight into you and sobbed. Your heart broke in that instant. You walked him to the couch where he laid his head in your lap. One hand soothed his back, the fingers of your other hand brushed his temple. Peter’s arms wrapped around your middle. You held him for several minutes.
“You’ll get through this and I’m going to be with you every step of the way. I got you, babe.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek. That was a promise that you refused to break.
you ever realize how much better life is when you just. fucking ignore canon? toss canon out the window? grind canon into dust under your heel? repeatedly punch canon in the face with one hand while writing a 50k fix-it fic with the other? pure bliss
Kick canon ass.
What is next on your list of brilliant writing you plan to post?
Thank you! I will be putting out the next part of Never Leave later this evening. I am working on a lot of different things. I have Sonny, Peter, next part of Meeting Amaro and have another story line for Mike. Writer’s block has been my nemesis recently!
“You look like you could use a hug.” – stodds
Peter stared down aimlessly at the glass in his hand, his thoughts flitting from Pam calling out his name, to Sam Conway, so small, so scared, both people who needed him and he couldn’t help them. He could never seem to do enough. He would never be enough.
“Hey” said a familiar voice from behind him before sitting down next to him. Peter didn’t even bother to ask how he was found, it seemed like Carmen was employing everybody’s help to try and save him from his spiral and sometimes he just wanted to tell her to give up and leave him in the bottom of his glass. “You look like you could us a hug, or just to talk to someone”
“I’m fine” Peter said, without looking up, knowing that after just a look in his eyes his oldest friend would be able to know just how far from the truth that was.
It turned out Mike didn’t even need that look. “Don’t lie to me, Peter. Maybe to the rest of the squad, but not to me, you don’t have to lie to me.”
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