I need you to get locked into Heated rivalry/the long game books by Rachel Reid you’ll love them
ANON IM SO SORRY TO TELL YOU I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HOCKEY 😭 my dearest knowledgeable ice queen @celeritas2997 has been trying to educate me but unfortunately my brain is a pea 🫛 and I am unacquainted with sports played on cold, hard water.
I wont lie...the mere fact that François Arnaud is in the TV adaptation is drawing me closer though!
I really thought I was locking back into writing midway through September but then life happened and I became obsessed with my sport again and went too crazy with that and blah, blah, blah you know 😭 I wish there were like 20 extra hours in a day.
Anyway! Miss you! Love you! Thank you for the recommendation - I promise I will give it a go 💖 (I just cant promise when)
“The harmony deepens, into something that can only be described as perfect, like a choir singing in perfect pitch and time. It’s not just magic- it’s them. For one perfect moment, their magic is in sync, as if they were made to fit together. A hint of a connection that could go beyond anything Buck has ever known.”
Or: The firehouse starts shipping Buck and Eddie harder than the rest of the team already does, magic, mayhem, and a few locked doors force them to figure out what everyone else has known all along: they’re soulmates.
Please tell us more about Captain Obvious... who is he?? How is his business being so obvious doing???
Captain Obvious is actually a request from an anon that I received just a little after Christmas! It’ll be about a slow burn romance between Joel and Reader, where he is making moves to show her that he is interested in her but she has 0 clue — mostly because the thought that Joel could be interested in her had never crossed her mind. It’ll probably be a sickening amount of fluff and I’m trying to find a way to tie it into the Eldest Daughter blurbs, but it may end up a stand alone. I’m still working out the brainstorm kinks!
Hello. Could I request a Sonny fic please? I had this thought were maybe he starts dating someone who is super independent, is used to casually dating guys (maybe tinder) with no strings, no seriousness (and more often then not bad sex)... Then he comes along with his flowers, his chivalry, unselfishness, being this polite guy we know he is, complete with AMAZING sex and the kissing, oh the kissing. She isn't use to it and always questions whether this is real, is he for real! Sorry if too specific. Thankyou
Hope this is okay, nonnie! I wasn't sure if I would be able to write anything for this but then "Goodbye Stranger" by Supertramp came on the radio...and now it's a ficlet thing :)
Pairing: Sonny x Reader
Warnings: mature themes, talk of swex, ONS, some angst. I, personally, don't believe in ONS's and I don't believe Sonny is the type either. But, life can be messy!
Words: 1568
AO3 here
It's 3am and still you lay awake. What are you doing? You know full well that you don't “do” this long-term stuff. Yet, there he is.
You sit up and look over to see him sleeping on his stomach snoring lightly. His back rises and falls rhythmically, the sheet exposing the contours of his shoulders and arms which stretch up towards the pillows.
A knot in your stomach twist. For months now you had been using him.
Before Sonny came along you would say "why bother?" when asked if you would ever settle down.
"Why bother?" because the few times you had put 110% of yourself into a relationship, those people had turned out to be selfish, shallow assholes.
So, you toughened yourself up and decided to become the one who takes. No one could hurt you if you were just in it for the sex. No one could hurt you if you never let anyone into your heart. And that's just how it was: lousy sex to fill some primal need. No strings, no emotion.
Then one day, by mutual friends, you were introduced to Sonny.
Getting drunk, making out and bringing a guy home was kind of what you did best and, initially, that's how it all began with him. He seemed to be in need of blowing off steam and you didn't mind being his outlet.
In fact, the sex was spectacular. Sure, he was a little vanilla but he was the first guy in a long time who had focused on you and your needs. He was gentle and communicative, listening to you and responding to your body. Fuck, he blew your mind!
But the following morning, that familiar pang from your hangover brought you down to earth and back to your usual routine: you thanked him, exchanged numbers for the hell of it, and went about your day relatively unaffected, save for the pleasant ache between your legs.
Sonny had nearly slipped from your mind until your doorbell rang at the end of that week. Behind it was an expectant Sonny, a large bouquet of flowers in hand just for you.
Your stomach dropped out of your body and panic rushed in. You tried to calmly handle the situation, accepting the flowers yet gently breaking it to him that you weren't looking for a relationship.
His face was hard to read but you detected a hint of disappointment in his eyes when he left awkwardly. Without the haze of alcohol, you noted just how blue they actually were.
A few more weeks passed and you pushed the cringe-worthy encounter from your mind. At least until you happened to cross paths again at a different bar.
The memory of your night together immediately came flooding back and somehow every ounce of your being needed to feel that way again.
This time there were only a few drinks in your system and they acted as liquid courage when you daringly approached him.
Sonny looked surprised, yet somehow, his eyes managed to soften under your gaze.
Emboldened, you leaned in. "I still don't want a full-time thing, but if you wanna do this again," you gestured back and forth between the two of you, "I wouldn't say no."
Sonny was speechless a moment, the gears in his head clearly turning. He told you before that he wasn't a one-night stand type of guy, but you suppose that your night together had made a convincing argument. Once again he went against his better judgement and followed you home for a second time.
Like before, Sonny gave you the night of your life, somehow remembering everything that made you melt for him and pushing the envelope just a little further. If you weren’t in such denial, you'd have said that that's what making love is supposed to feel like.
From then on, you and Sonny paired up semi-regularly, mutually agreeing for it to be a casual arrangement.
But was it casual? Normally you'd have no problem taking other men home, but you instead found yourself passing up many the willing participant whenever you’d visit a bar.
Sonny meanwhile, would check in on you, even going as far as to cook you breakfast in the mornings.
It was uncharted territory…but if you were being honest, you kind of liked it.
Weeks turned to months and you found yourselves spending time together outside of the physical encounters. You'd meet up for coffee or a movie and you began to realize that you loved his smile. When Sonny laughed, dimples formed and his eyes creased at the corners.
You learned about his family life and where he grew up and you even cautiously let him in too, sharing tidbits of your life that you had never revealed before.
What was happening? You were breaking every rule you had ever set for yourself and clearly, you had no intentions of stopping.
Perhaps you allowed yourself to bend the rules because you found that your heart would speed up at just the thought of him. Maybe it was because you always felt safe and at ease when he was around.
Or maybe it just had something to do with the way he kissed you. Normally your flings would go hot and heavy; empty kisses fueled by lust. But with Sonny, each kiss felt like it meant something. It was in the way he would cradle your head and tilt it just so. It was the way his lips melded together with yours perfectly and how he would nibble at your bottom lip when you gasped out his name.
The sex was becoming passionate as you learned one another's bodies inside and out. You had never felt this way, neither physically nor emotionally.
And that's where you are now, several months into this “thing” you refused to label, scared of what it all meant.
The truth is though, that you’re using him...Right? Sonny leaves you more than satiated physically but he is also some form of emotional refuge. But what are you giving him? False promises of a relationship that is more than just sex? You didn't want a long-term thing, right? And by that effect, you’ve technically been leading him on.
Sonny Carisi is far too good of a person to deserve that. The reality is that you care about him - a lot, and you most certainly don’t want him to get hurt.
That's why, as you watch him sleeping peacefully on his stomach, you make the decision to leave. He would be better off without you.
You write him a note, explaining that he is a wonderful person but that you don't think you could give him what he truly deserves. You thank him for your time together, explaining that he will make someone very happy one day. And you leave it at that.
You don’t want to think about what you’ve done to him by leaving, but ultimately it’s for the best. No sense in him wasting any more time with someone like you.
The weeks pass by slowly. You miss Sonny every day. Little things remind you of him; little things that you think might make him laugh and smile. All the while, you can’t stomach even visiting a bar; the notion of a casual fling sours your mind.
Then one day everything changes. A knock sounds on your door and, as you look thorough the peep hole, your heart stops.
"Sonny! H-hi...What're you doing here?"
All he can do is stare you over, distraught. "What'd I do wrong?" he finally asks.
Your heart shatters and you gesture him inside, before answering. "Nothing, Sonny. You did absolutely nothing wrong. In fact, you did everything right."
With that he looks even more wounded. "Then why did ya leave?"
You bow your head, sighing heavily. Looking up into those blue eyes you confess: "Because I didn't want to use you anymore, Sonny. I haven't done the whole relationship thing in a very long time. For me, it never ends well and I didn't want to drag you down with me."
"You weren't, ‘n I know that you don't trust relationships but I was willin’ to wait as long as it took for you to trust me. We coulda navigated it together."
You feel your eyes sting. Why does he have to be so perfect?
In your silence, Sonny takes the opportunity to continue. "Yeah, we had fun together," he air quotes the word “fun”, "but I really fell for you, doll. Underneath that tough exterior is a genuine ‘n sweet person. I am so lucky to have been able to experience her."
"Sonny, please," you beg, his admissions overwhelming you.
"No, doll. It's th’ truth. I don't care what happened in the past. What I care about is you, now, and the person I got to be with for a few months. I think I love that person."
The tears then escape and you throw your arms around Sonny's middle to hide them. He embraces you, holding you close; his heart a steady thrum within his chest. "I think I love you, too," you mouth into his shirt and he pulls away slightly to look at you.
"Yeah?" he smiles, hopefully.
"Yeah," you confirm through your tears and it's not a second later that Sonny's warm hands cup your cheeks, pulling your lips to his for a sweet and tender kiss.
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There's a very cool "Good Omens"/"The Prodigal Son" crossover fic that's called "Open Casket" by CloseToSomethingReal. If you like both series (and don't mind a serial killer version of Aziraphale), I highly recommend it.
Of course!
Open Casket [M] by CloseToSomethingReal
Ten years ago, Anne Crowley snuck down into her husband's study and discovered a girl in a box.
Today, the discovery is still doing its best to shatter what remains of her life and psyche.
Relationships: Frank Iero/Gerard Way, Ray Toro/Mikey Way
Additional Tags: Workplace, Workplace Relationship, they all work at staples, college age, brian is their boss, the staples fic, party city pete, implied pete wentz, Set in the 90s
Status: Complete
“an au based off of one of frank's tweets where he said he 'worked' at staples (which consisted of '[showing] up high and [laminating] random shit for 6 hours')”
This is a rec coming from an anon, but I also read this fic and loved it, so I’ll say my piece too! Retail isn’t fun, but this fic is a joy. It’s so easy to fall in love with every character. They’re young and stupid and written so well that they feel like people you know it real life.
Please, watch My Little Pony Reflections (both comics, if you like, or) animation and what you think. ~X-Over Anon
Heyyy!! Umm sure. But, Anon I rarely watch stuff. Like even a single movie is a rarity. I tend to read more. But thanks for the recommendation. If I'm ever in a mood (yes, I'm very moody, sorry) then I'll watch it :)
