wow this is such a good question. this was really tough because both of them made the decision so early on to be in the club and never really looked back.
nick: maybe a boxer or football player? something physical, I think
sonny: full time carpenter with his own shop & staff and mini showroom some where in the suburbs having a quiet life and being so proud of his girl for saving lives every day
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You are not OWED fanfiction
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!
Thank you to my fellow bloggers, followers, askers, for those that have reblogged, and commented on my posts. Anxiety is an ugly beast. This is my escape when I can’t get out of my own head.
When u have the chance can I uhhh get somethin about Sonny protecting you from an ex who won’t leave u alone -🐝
Sonny is so protective and sometimes it gets lost under the easy smile and outgoing personality. Push come to shove, though, and he’s not afraid to make his point clear. Especially when it comes to looking after you or his family. After a couple of days of your ex texting you and trying to message you on social media you finally break down and tell Sonny. He couls tell something’s wrong anyway because you’ve been so tense.
After you finally tell him he does some digging. Yeah, it’s not strictly legal, but in this case he couldn’t care less. He founds out where your ex lives and where they work. At first he tells himself he’ll just keep an eye on things, not interfere at all. But after you call him halfway to a panic attack after your ex left a voicemail he changes his mind. He tells Olivia he has an emergency and he grabs his suit jacket in a hurry out of the precinct.
He heads over to where your ex works and his timing couldn’t be better. They’re taking out the trash in the back and Sonny slips into the alley behind them. Your ex startles when they see Sonny as they go to head back into work, but then flashes Sonny a smile. Sonny isn’t the most intimidating looking person initially, after all–all three piece suits and lanky. The smile becomes a little more uneasy as Sonny refuses to smile back and pauses before opening his mouth.
“Listen. You don’t know who I am, but I know exactly who you are. I know where you work and I know where you live. I’ve got NYPD on my side, so trust me when I say you do not want to test me on this,” Sonny begins as he stabs a finger in your ex’s face and backs them up against the wall. “Stop calling. Stop texting. Stop messaging. Lose their number. Unfollow them, unfriend them. If I find out that you’ve been harassing my partner further then you’ll have even more than NYPD to be afraid of. Do you understand me?”
Your ex nods meekly and Sonny waits a long moment, brow furrowed in anger, before backing up and letting them by to scurry back into work. “Oh, by the way,” Sonny calls after them. They turn nervously to look back at him. “I’d pay those parking tickets if I were you. Be a shame if your car ended up in a city lot somewhere.” Sonny smirks before striding back the way he came.
A week later and you finally feel like you can breathe easy. Sonny didn’t mention anything about your ex, but he came home a week ago and something was…off. That night his hands were everywhere, like he couldn’t get enough of you and he kept muttering about how he’d protect you. It occurs to you that he must have done something. You can’t imagine your Sonny doing anything too violent, but he had to have made an impression. You finally ask him about it one night in bed cautiously.
“Hey, Sonny?” you begin lightly. “Hmm?” he hums from above you. You tighten your grip around his waist from where you’re laying on his chest. “I haven’t heard anything from my ex in awhile. Did you…do something?” you ask nervously. He tensed slightly before relaxing again. He brings up a hand to massage your temples and smooth back your hair before replying. “I handled it, doll. That’s all you need to know. I’ll always take care of you.”
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