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NYC Trick-or-Treating
Request for Anon
Imagine going with Sonny to take his nieces Trick-or-Treating.
Alessandra, Liliana, Carina, and Caterina had begged their favorite uncle to take them trick-or-treating for days now.
Can we get an Only 1 Bed fic- for whoever you first think of
Summary: You and Sonny arrive at your motel only to find out that your room…only has one bed
Word Count: 2435
Warnings: female!reader, fluff
It was late by the time you and Sonny arrived in Pennsylvania. Too late to do anything other than check into the nearest, cheapest motel and hopefully get a few hours of sleep before you had to head off again to track down your suspect. Normally in cases like this, you’d have both gotten your own rooms to venture off to sleep in, despite having been partners for years and experienced a hell of a lot more together than a simple slumber party.
One bed trope is an oldie but a goodie, and this was a wonderful rendition!
A/N: Thank you to @misscharlielulu for always making my ideas better, and @escapingrealtiylovinginsanity for making my writing sound better <3
Pairing: Sonny Carisi x female reader
Tags: none, just fluff
Word count: 1.5K
Finally got the time to sit down and read this and oh my god. It's so delightfully sweet. Men don't get enough flowers and Sonny doesn't get enough love, and you solved both those problems in the best possible way. And the paper ones at the end?? Incredibly sweet 🌻
Oh you are so sweet dear, thank you so much 🥹 The paper flowers was all Mel's idea!!
I've had several people asking me for some Sonny Carisi fic recommendations. You can check my #fic rec tag, I always reblog anything awesome I find with that. Last year, I participated in #MarchFicMadness24, so there's LOTS of fics on that list.
I also wanted to share some of my favorite writers whose blogs you should definitely scroll through if you wanna get your Sonny fix*
*these writers also write for tons of other characters, so there's plenty of fics to enjoy
@escapingrealtiylovinginsanity I just adore her writing style. She paints worlds so beautiful with words. She's also just an awesome human :) Fic rec: Neck Kisses (it's so damn good)
@plaidbooks There's something very genuine about the stories she writes that make me come back to her stories. Could literally scroll through her blog for hours (and I do on the reg) Fic rec: Jealousy
@carisi-dreams Of my top 5 favorite fics of all time, 2 were written by her. Just superb storytelling. Fic rec: Please let me fix this
@adacarisi This blog isn't writing anymore, but there is soooo much fantastic stories to look through. Smut GALORE!!!! Fic rec: Another First Day
@storiesofsvu Pretty much the gold standard for SVU fanfiction. Her body of work really speaks for itself. Fic rec: Lifesaver (this one seriously makes me melt)
@svucarisiaddict So so much good stuff on this blog! Really hope they come back to writing someday. Fic rec: Unsure
As a bonus, imma be a little self-indulgent and throw my stories into the ring. The Five Stages of Grief is very angsty (and long), but All the Days of My Life and Reminders of You are just pure fluff.
@polkadotpenguin16 this is an amazing list!
If I can jump in; as a fellow Sonny Carisi fanfiction lover, I also wanted to recommend these two fantastic writers and their fics to the list. (Sorry I'm not as pretty with my sharing of links)
My first Sonny fanfiction I read when I rediscovered my Sonny love. I could recommend so many fics here but my personal fav is
Again so many good ones to chose from. They are all so fluffy and sweet. And you will end up sitting down and reading them all in one go!
And to be that person, im going to say PLEASE with all these fic recs and writers make sure you reblog and leave a comment ❤️
☝️☝️☝️
Love these writers too! Anyone who who wants to join in and spread the Sonny love is welcome to add to this list!
And like she mentioned - always reblog/comment on your favorite fics 💙
I've had several people asking me for some Sonny Carisi fic recommendations. You can check my #fic rec tag, I always reblog anything awesome I find with that. Last year, I participated in #MarchFicMadness24, so there's LOTS of fics on that list.
I also wanted to share some of my favorite writers whose blogs you should definitely scroll through if you wanna get your Sonny fix*
*these writers also write for tons of other characters, so there's plenty of fics to enjoy
@escapingrealtiylovinginsanity I just adore her writing style. She paints worlds so beautiful with words. She's also just an awesome human :) Fic rec: Neck Kisses (it's so damn good)
@plaidbooks There's something very genuine about the stories she writes that make me come back to her stories. Could literally scroll through her blog for hours (and I do on the reg) Fic rec: Jealousy
@carisi-dreams Of my top 5 favorite fics of all time, 2 were written by her. Just superb storytelling. Fic rec: Please let me fix this
@adacarisi This blog isn't writing anymore, but there is soooo much fantastic stories to look through. Smut GALORE!!!! Fic rec: Another First Day
@storiesofsvu Pretty much the gold standard for SVU fanfiction. Her body of work really speaks for itself. Fic rec: Lifesaver (this one seriously makes me melt)
@svucarisiaddict So so much good stuff on this blog! Really hope they come back to writing someday. Fic rec: Unsure
As a bonus, imma be a little self-indulgent and throw my stories into the ring. The Five Stages of Grief is very angsty (and long), but All the Days of My Life and Reminders of You are just pure fluff.
A/N: Thank you to @misscharlielulu for always making my ideas better, and @escapingrealtiylovinginsanity for making my writing sound better <3
Pairing: Sonny Carisi x female reader
Tags: none, just fluff
Word count: 1.5K
Leg shaking orgasm from sonny?
CW: fingering, orgasm denial, squirting, praise
okay I wanna know what your fluffiest, heart melting, most tooth-rottingly sweet sonny carisi headcanons are ☁️💕
Love these <3 I love the idea of him standing nervously over you as you open your present 😆
꒰ telling sonny you don't like parmasan cheese on your pasta ꒱ 𝅄
／ sonny had invited you over for dinner at his place. he wanted to cook you a nice, homemade meal and woo you with his boyish charms—though, you had to admit you were already head over heels for him anyway.
you were so incredibly grateful for his thoughtful gesture that when he brought out a plate of pasta with grated parmasan cheese on top, you couldn't bring yourself to admit that you hated parmasan on your pasta.
you were a little odd and full of contradictions. You loved alfredo sauce, which was mostly parmasan cheese, and other foods that incorporated it into their dishes, but something about eating the cheese in it's pure, non-melted form made your stomach churn.
however, the people pleaser part of you that hated being an inconvenience kept you from just voicing this slightly weird fact about yourself. rationally, you knew it would be easy for him to just get you another plate, but you would feel so guilty for it—despite knowing that it really wasn't a big deal at all.
"and so I told him-" he paused, suddenly zeroing in on the fact that you hadn't touched your food. you were just sort of pushing it around your plate. "is something wrong?" he asked, brows furrowing as his gaze darted from your meal to your face.
"huh?" you asked, your own brows pinching in confusion as you followed his stare. "oh, no, everything is fine," you smiled as it dawned on you what he meant.
"why aren't you eating then?" he asked, concern written all over his face. "are you feeling okay? do you want me to make you something else?" he was quick to try and produce solutions for whatever unknown problem you were facing.
"no, no," you insisted, his attentiveness and care making your heart flutter with affection. "it's... silly. don't worry about it."
"well, if you don't tell me, i'm obviously going to worry about it," he said stubbornly. "c'mon, doll, tell me what's wrong."
"oh, god, i feel so stupid," you groaned, burying your head in your hands. he was so concerned and worried about you, and the only problem was that you had an odd food preference. "i just don't like parmasan on my pasta, and i didn't want to say anything because it sounds silly and is honestly not even that big of a deal and-" you stopped your rant when you looked up and saw the shocked expression on his face.
"you don't like parma- never mind, not important." he shook his head, clearly trying to brush away the italian part of him that was deeply disturbed by this information. "you should have just said something. i would have made you another plate without it," he said incredulously, bewildered that you would just sit there and not eat rather than tell him you didn't like it.
"i know," you said sheepishly. "i just didn't want to bother you after you went through all the trouble to invite me over and make me dinner." it sounded completely insane now that you said it out loud, but nothing about you ever seemed to be sane or rational.
he said your name firmly, rising from his seat to make his way to your side and take your hand. "it's no trouble at all, okay? next time, just tell me. i would never be mad or annoyed at you for telling me how you feel."
"okay, thank you," you smiled at him, nodding. he had a comforting presence and a way with words that always seemed to make you feel at ease.
"and don't thank me for it either," he smiled back brightly at you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. "but, i honestly can't believe you don't like parmasan," he shook his head in disbelief as he grabbed your plate and headed to the kitchen to make you another one.
A/N: Guess who's already back with another story! This one's much shorter, I promise. This was inspired by a Reddit post I once read and my friend getting married last week. Thank you, as always, to @misscharlielulu and @escapingrealtiylovinginsanity for reading my drafts and making them better.
Pairing: Sonny Carisi x female reader
Word count: 1K
Also posted on AO3
A/N: Guess who's already back with another story! This one's much shorter, I promise. This was inspired by a Reddit post I once read and my friend getting married last week. Thank you, as always, to @misscharlielulu and @escapingrealtiylovinginsanity for reading my drafts and making them better.
Pairing: Sonny Carisi x female reader
Word count: 1K
Also posted on AO3
Can I request a bit of Carisi fluff? 🫶🏼
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either go to bed and get some rest willingly, or i will drag your ass down the hall kicking and screaming. you know i’ll have no problem with either option.
Also, can she be a fellow ADA? I’m a law student 🙋🏻♀️
Sonny Carisi: Options
I hope this is what you were looking for. Enjoy love <3
You don’t realize how late it is until you hear the exasperated sigh from behind you. You had been working on a higher profile case for last week and its pending court date was looming. You had put hours upon hours into this case it had taken over your normal mealtime and you had given up on the thought of sleep.
It hadn’t taken long to gain the attention of your doting boyfriend. He loved you but was a little hypocritical in not allowing a case to overrun your life like he allowed it to do his. You felt yourself sit up straighter as he cleared his throat to catch your attention. You steel yourself for the lecture and argument that you know doubt are about to participate in. You decide to try your hand a negotiation instead.
You spin your chair to face him, “I just need another thirty minutes-”
“Sweetheart,” It’s one word but it said everything Sonny needed. “It’s almost midnight already. You need to sleep.” His blue eyes are warm even with his firm tone.
“But I have so much to do-” You object gesturing back to your desk and the pile of papers still waiting for you there. Sonny’s eyes don’t leave yours as he shakes his head. “You know what?” Sonny tilted his head to the side as you continued, “I love you, so much. But you can’t tell me what to do.” You immediately realize that was the wrong thing to say. Sonny’s eyes narrow accepting the challenge.
He closes the distance between the two of you putting his hands on the arms of the chair, caging you in. He bends down so his face is only inches from yours. The new stubble of his jaw scratches your cheek as he leans to whisper in your ear. “Either you go to bed and get some rest willingly, or I will drag your ass down the hall kicking and screaming. I think you know I have no problem with either option.” You feel heat shoot through your body.
A dominant Sonny is a sexy Sonny.
You wonder if he would object to you going to bed if it had nothing to do with sleeping. You don’t think he would argue too much. Then again, you recognized that look in his eyes. You would have to make sure you sealed the deal. You brushed your cheek against his again purposefully shivering in delight. You let your lips brush his ear.
“Make me,” Sonny let out a chuckle. It was the last thing you heard before a squeal left your lips as you were abruptly lifted and thrown over a strong shoulder. A strong slap stung your ass as you felt your world spin as Sonny headed toward your bedroom.
OMG this is so good! He's such a sweet little hypocrite 😊 I need a Sonny to drag me off to bed late at night lol
꒰ sonny carisi x doctor!reader — mentions of blood & violence, doctor/patient relationship, copious medical inaccuracies ꒱ 𝅄
／ the fluorescent lights of the trauma bay reflected off the linoleum floor at mercy general hospital as you readied yourself for an incoming ambulance.
the paramedics rush into the e.r, pushing a man on the gurney. his shirt had been cut open by the paramedics in the ambulance, blood glistening on his skin. a pressure dressing had been applied to the wound, the blood soaking through and staining it crimson.
"gsw, through-and-through to the right shoulder. no visible arterial bleeding. his vitals are stable, but there’s significant blood loss," one of the paramedics informed you, stepping away to let you and the other doctors work.
you quickly moved to his side, your eyes scanning over the wound as you listened to the paramedic's report. you snapped on a pair of gloves and carefully peeled back the blood-soaked dressing. the entry and exit wounds were clean, but the muscle tissue was torn and bleeding.
"how bad is it, doc?" the man groaned, wincing as you peeled back the dressing.
you glanced up at him, offering a reassuring smile. "well, it looks like the bullet passed through cleanly, but we're going to need to get some images done just to be sure," you explained, transferring him from the gurney to a hospital bed with the help of some other doctors.
he groaned, pain flaring up during the move. he gritted his teeth, trying to stay still as a low groan fell from his lips. once he was settled on the hospital bed, you applied a fresh bandage to keep the bleeding under control.
he watched you carefully, his face contorted in pain, but his eyes glimmering with curiosity. his gaze lingered on your face as you tend to him. despite the throbbing ache in his shoulder, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful you were. his gaze fell to your badge, reading the name in his head before echoing it aloud. "that's pretty."
"thanks," you said absent-mindedly, brows furrowing in concentration as you grabbed his arm, tying a tourniquet onto his bicep briefly to accentuate his veins, so you could insert an iv. if you weren't in work mode, you probably would have gotten flustered. you weren't blind. you could see how incredibly attractive he was, but it was hardly appropriate to flirt with a man who had a hole in his shoulder.
he held still, his heart racing not just from the pain, but from the closeness of your hands on his arm, the warmth of your touch seeped into his skin, and he felt himself relaxing ever so slightly in your care. as you worked, he studied your face, committing every detail to memory.
he probably should've been much more focused on the fact that he had been shot, but something about you drew him in. he found himself wanting to know more about you, despite how wildly inappropriate the situation was.
"so... doc," he began, wincing as you gently inserted the iv into his arm. "how long have you been working here?" he asked, desperate to keep his mind off the pain and his eyes on you.
you looked up at him, raising an eyebrow at his casual, conversational demeanor, but you decided to humor him. he was the one suffering from a gunshot wound, after all. "a couple years. i just finished my residency."
he hummed, nodding as if he had any idea what that meant. his forte was law, not medicine.
"alright, let's get you to imaging just to make sure everything is all good before we patch you up," you gave him a small smile, beginning to wheel him toward the imaging room.
he gripped the bed's side rail tightly with his left hand, his knuckles turning white as the motion jostled his shoulder painfully. he hissed through his teeth, trying to mask the pain. "so, uh, what do you like to do for fun, doc?" he asked, trying to distract himself.
"patch up talkative detectives," you teased him with a playful grin, carefully pushing the gurney through the doorway.
he chuckled, the sound a little strained as the movement sent a sharp pain through his shoulder. "well, i'm glad i can provide some entertainment for you then," he said, looking around the imaging room as you prepared to get him settled onto the table.
"alright, try to sit still. we're just gonna take some pictures really quick," you said softly, your expression filled with care and warmth.
he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the movement. he bit his lip, trying to stay silent as you and another doctor helped him onto the table. the pain was intense, but your gentle touch and soothing voice made it bearable.
you gave him one last smile before heading into the little viewing room, a row of glass windows allowing you to see him. your eyes stayed trained on the computer screen as you waited for the images to come up.
"no fractures, looks like the bullet missed the bone and major vessels. some soft tissue damage, though," one of the other doctors thought aloud.
you nodded, studying the images. "alright, let’s clean the wounds and get him stitched up. he’ll need a sling and antibiotics to prevent infection, but he got lucky." you reentered the room and moved him back to the gurney, once again, with the assistance of the other doctor. "you're gonna be just fine, detective," you reassured him with a smile. "we're gonna stitch you up and get you settled in a room."
he let out a sigh of relief, his body relaxing as the tension ebbed away. "thanks, doc. i owe you one," he said, his voice soft as he gave you a grateful smile. his pain seemed to be lessening now, probably because of the pain drugs you'd administered.
"i'm just doing my job," you laughed softly, wheeling him back to the emergency room to patch him up.
as you got him back to the e.r and worked on stitching up his wounds, he couldn't help but stare at you again. "you know, for a doctor, you're really pretty," he blurted out, the pain meds making him a little loose-lipped. "i mean, not that i was checking you out or anything. just... noticing."
you grinned, laughing softly. it wasn't the first time you'd heard that from a patient hopped up on drugs, but something about him saying it made your heart flutter. "thank you."
he chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "sorry. i'm normally smoother than that." he grimaced as you tugged at his skin to tie off another stitch. "and i swear, i wasn't hitting on you. well, not intentionally, anyway."
"good," you smiled, glancing up to look into his eyes. "because, as your doctor, that would be wildly inappropriate." you said it, but there was no real conviction behind your words.
he looked into your eyes and felt his heart skip a beat. there was something about the way you were looking at him, something warm and gentle that made him feel all sorts of fluttery inside. "right," he said, his voice a little shaky. "doctor-patient relationship and all that."
"mhm," you hummed, continuing to stitch him up with practiced efficiency.
he couldn't help but stare at you as you worked. the concentration on your face, the gentle touch of your hands. he found himself wondering what it would be like if those hands were touching him elsewhere.
"alright, all done," you said, pulling him from his inappropriate thoughts as you finished off the last stitch and pulled away. "now, i'm just gonna wrap you up with a bandage to keep it all clean and catch any residual bleeding," you explained, turning to grab a fresh bandage.
he watched you carefully, his eyes following every minor movement with interest. he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that you were almost finished with his arm. he wanted to keep talking to you, keep feeling your gentle touch on his skin. "so, doc... do you ever go out?" he asked, trying to keep the conversation going.
"do i ever go out?" you laughed at the silly question, turning back to him, bandages in hand.
"yeah, you know, date. have a life outside of the hospital." he grinned, watching as you began to wrap his arm. "i mean, not that i have room to talk, being a detective and all, we work crazy hours."
"honestly," you said, wrapping his shoulder carefully, trying not to let your gaze linger on his chest, which was glistening with sweat. "i don't remember the last time i was on a date."
"well, that's a crime," he joked, his eyes wandering over your face.
"you would know, huh?" you fired back, a grin on your face. the playful banter was something you hadn't experienced in a long time, and you found yourself craving more time with him.
he chuckled, liking the easy back-and-forth with you. "yeah, i'd know," he said, his gaze drifting to your lips. "so, doc, what do you say to me taking you out on a proper date?"
you bit your lip, pulling away as you finished up. "well, i would say that's incredibly unethical." you were trying to maintain a professional demeanor, but truthfully, you wanted to go out with him more than anything.
"right," he said, nodding. "but once i'm all healed up, i won't be your patient anymore. technically." he grinned hopefully at you. "come on, doc. let's go out. let me take you to dinner."
"one date," you relented, smiling at him. though, you were sure you'd probably end up agreeing to many, many more dates. you knew it was unethical and wrong in probably about a dozen ways, but you couldn't resist his charm or his boyish good looks.
he grinned broadly, his face lighting up. you noticed how his eyes crinkled and his dimples deepened. "one date," he agreed. "and who knows? maybe i'll get shot again, and we can make it two."
"as your doctor, i'm going to have to strongly advise against that," you laughed. he opened his mouth to say something else, but your pager cut him off. "shit," you muttered. "i've gotta go, but," you grabbed a pen and the first thing you could find, which just so happened to be a clean bandage—ironically fitting—and jotted down your number. "here's my number. call me when you're all healed up," you paused, giving him a stern look. "and not a second before."
"yes, ma'am," he nodded, smiling widely as he took the bandage from you, his gaze darting to take in the sloppily scribbled number before looking. back at you. his eyes followed you as you rushed away, his smile never faltering. he couldn't wait for his shoulder to heal.
A/N: That’s it! We’ve done it!! If you had told me a year ago that I was going to write a whole-ass story, I wouldn’t have believed you. But here we are – life’s funny, isn’t it? Thank you SO MUCH to everyone who’s been following along with my story. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I was capable of writing something anyone would enjoy reading. All the likes, reblogs, and comments have really added a sparkle to my life I didn’t know I needed. Also, extra huge thank you to the lovelies who reviewed, edited, and let me ramble on about my idea. This could not have been done without you and I am forever grateful <3
Pairing: Sonny Carisi x female reader
Word count: 2,985
Previous parts: Prologue | Denial | Anger | Bargaining | Depression
Also posted on AO3.
Sonny Carisi: Orange Peel Theory
This one is dedicated @polkadotpenguin16. Thanks for giving me so many Sonny ideas. I’m sorry I haven’t done any of them yet. But this one popped into my head and I thought it might be a decent substitute. I appreciate your support! <3
It was a silly thing. You had been spending too much time on TikTok and the orange peel trend was everywhere. It was a simple enough theory. You ask your partner to peel an orange for you and it would show you how healthy your relationship was. Peeling the orange was a small act and something you could do yourself. If your partner was willing to do it for you it showed they cared for you and was willing to help you meet your needs. If they didn’t what they said was an indicator of how they viewed their relationship with their partner.
The theory suggested that a small act of service, like peeling an orange, could show commitment to the relationship, express kindness without conditions or expectations, and enhance the overall health and happiness of the relationship. That was a lot to expect from a little test but you understood the overall message.
You had no doubt that Sonny would peel an orange for you.
It was a given. But the more videos of girls asking their boyfriends to peel an orange with a mixed bag of results on your for you page made you more and more curious about Sonny’s reaction. It had gotten to the point where you had bought a bag of firm shiny oranges.
Sonny set your phone down on the coffee table as Sonny sits down next to you on the couch. He had only had enough time to take a shower. He looked delectable in his gray sweats, his hair fluffy, gel-free, and still drying. You kept bouncing back and forth between asking or not. “Hey babe?” You hear him hum as he looks up from his phone that he was checking. “You know what sounds good right now?”
“What’s that sweetheart?” His blue graze meets yours as you feel his attention switch to you and lock.
“An orange,” Before you could even ask if he would grab one for you he was already pushing himself up to stand. You didn’t know if it was an Italian thing or just a Sonny thing but when someone mentioned wanting food, he jumped to feed them.
“You skipped lunch again, didn’t you? You really got to stop doing that honey.” You felt slightly guilty as you watched him disappear into the kitchen. It wasn’t fair to make Sonny do this stupid test.
You know he loved you.
You had come to a firm decision that you would not ask him to peel it for you. It felt strangely like a betrayal of trust. Only something you would do if you didn’t feel secure in your relationship. You hear his footsteps approaching. “Thanks, baby-”
You look up to see his hand held out palm up holding a beautifully ripe peeled orange. When you froze and didn’t take it his brows furrowed. “Sweetheart, everything okay?” You shake your head and hold your hand out and Sonny places the orange in your hand. You just stare at it dumbly. “What?”
“Nothing, I just love you, Sonny.” You press up on your toes and steal a kiss. He still looks confused but smiles warmly at you.
“I love you too.”
My dear, this was so delightfully lovely!! This just gave me all the warm fuzzy feelings 😊
"You skipped lunch again, didn’t you? You really got to stop doing that honey."
I don't think that could've sounded more like Sonny if you tried lol. This was wonderful, not that I would've expected anything less from you 💙
Girl I really love everything you conjured up for Sonny, I ate it up big time,it feeds my delusion lol. Mine wasn't as dark or anything, just fluff but can you do like love at first sight Sonny? Like he was always buying this coffee at some foodtruck and he thought it was the usual owner but then it's you who were handling customers. Thankss
꒰ sure thing! i love writing fluff about my babygirl (also tysm!! i'm so glad you like my work; it means sm to me) ꒱
／ sonny carisi was a creature of habit. realistically, he knew that having a consistent routine wasn't the safest, but it was just so easy to fall into that comfort and stability of always knowing where he was going to go and what he was going to do, especially with a job as unpredictable as his.
he enjoyed the familiarity of his daily schedule—the knowing exactly how his morning would go from beginning to end. it provided some semblance of control in his otherwise hectic life.
he had done this dance half a million times over the last few months. he would stop by his favorite coffee cart on his way to work, order his usual coffee, and engage in some polite small talk with the owner as he waited. he had fallen into that habit, his autopilot driving him.
he mindlessly stepped into line, pulling out his phone and scrolling through various random apps before his phone buzzed, a text popping up at the top of his screen. he was so engrossed in his device, not paying much attention to the world around him save for moving up everytime someone stepped away from the short line on the street.
when it was finally his turn, and he looked up from his phone, brows furrowed in concentration as he pondered the text that benson had just sent him, it was like his autopilot immediately switched off. he didn't know what to do.
he stared at you, his order dying in his throat as his furrowed brows raised in surprise. he was completely caught off guard, not only by the fact that you weren't who he expected, but also the fact that you were single-handedly the most attractive person he'd ever laid eyes on.
"what can i get you?" you asked, flashing him a bright smile that seemed to knock him out of his temporary daze.
"uh, right, sorry," he said awkwardly, slightly shaking his head as if to clear his mind fog, his brain finally catching up with his mouth. "can i just get a large coffee with three creams and four sugars?"
"sure thing!" you chirped, immediately grabbing a cup and getting started on his coffee.
he cleared his throat, looking around at anything and everything that wasn't you. he stuffed his hands in his pockets, feeling a slight heat rise to his cheeks. he was acting like a teenage boy with a crush, and it made him feel utterly silly.
it wasn't surprising that the owner would have hired a new new employee to help out after so long working by himself. in fact, sonny was sure that he may have even mentioned combing through job applications a few times during their morning small talks, but it had never registered that he may have to get used to seeing a new face—and certaintly not that it would be one like yours.
"that'll be $4.57," your voice sounded, making his attention snap back to you. you were still regarding him with that same bright, genuine look that made his heart skip a beat.
"right, yeah," he said, flustered as he grabbed his wallet from his pocket. usually, he had his money at the ready. it was always $4.57, and he always paid with a five dollar bill, telling the owner to keep the change, but you had disrupted his routine, his autopilot, which threw everything he knew out the window. "uh, keep the change," he smiled, handing you the money as you handed him the coffee.
"thank you so much," you beamed, taking the five dollar bill from him. your fingers brushed his in a way that sent a jolt of electicity through him. he wondered for a moment if you felt it too before pushing those thoughts away. he was being silly. "have a fantastic day!"
"you too," he nodded at you before turning and heading down the street. he held the steaming cup in his hand, the warmth a forgotten comfort as his mind kept drifting back to you during his commute to work.
you had this energy that intoxicated him. realistically, he knew he was probably reading too much into it. you probably acted the same around all the customers, just being polite, but that irrational part of him chimed in and proposed the idea that it was all for him which had his stomach doing flips.
he finally made it to work, his mind still plagued by thoughts of you as he headed into the squad room where fin and amanda were sat at their desks. he sat at his desk, placing the, now significantly cooler, coffee cup down.
"our boy carisi's got game," fin's voice broke him from his thoughts after a beat of silence. his brows furrowed as he looked up, a confused expression on his face.
he followed his coworker's gaze to the coffee cup, and that's when he finally saw it—the words 'call me' accompanied by a little smiley face and a number written in sharpie.
A/N: Thank you to everyone for your patience in waiting for me to finish this chapter! Getting myself to write has felt like pulling teeth as of late. But we’re here! And we’re almost done!! Let’s get angsty…
Pairing: Sonny Carisi x female reader
Tags: you read the title, right?
Word count: 2,410
Previous parts: Prologue | Denial | Anger | Bargaining
Also posted on AO3.
