“Next Chapter” Drabble, Sonny Carisi x Reader

musicalmedic:

Sonny

My hands won’t stop shaking. I can hear my own ragged breathing, but can’t seem to hear anything else – it’s all muffled. Hot blood is running down my face, I can feel it masking my vision and can taste it in my mouth. The pungent smell of iron is nauseating. I can’t tell if its mine – I don’t think it is. Or maybe I’m dead. I can’t say for sure. There’s someone crying in the background…the victim. We were here to rescue someone. Everything is blurred and fuzzy, but suddenly things start to focus and I see the Lieutenant ascending the stairs, holstering her weapon. She has that naturally reassuring look on her face and says something like “you’re alright” as she walks passed me. I don’t think I am, but this isn’t about me…

I sink to the ground, my legs failing to hold me up any longer. I’m struggling to take in air; it feels like there is a tight band around my chest keeping me from taking a deep breath. I manage to shove Cole’s gun away, the sight of the weapon making me queasy as I recount that it was just being held to my head. My privilege of living being weighed by a desperate man. I give Lieu a thankful nod, the world finally coming back in to focus. My mind starts to race at everything that happens next – a load of paperwork, that’s for sure. Lieu and I will both need to write extensive reports. I’ll need to go to the hospital for blood work and write the “on the job blood exposure” report. I need to get downstairs and clean up. I just want to change clothes. I just need to go home.

You

You glance wearily at the clock and try to swallow the ache that arises at how much you miss Sonny when he runs late like this. Its part of the job, you understand, but it doesn’t make it any easier. You stare blankly at the dishes in the sink, swirling your hands around in the warm, sudsy water. The house is quiet and the last rays of sunset have disappeared, leaving only the street lights reflecting in the windows. At long last you hear the sound of the garage door running, followed by Sonny’s car pulling in. You smile to yourself, filled with longing to have his arms around you. You quickly finish washing the dish in your hand and begin to dry it. You hear the house door open and the familiar rattle of Sonny tossing his keys on the entryway table. You untie your apron and toss it on the counter, turning around just as Sonny appears in the doorway.

“Hi, baby,” you say happily. You smile dies on your lips as you take in Sonny’s disheveled appearance and the look of exhausted anguish on his face. He forces a small half-smile for you.

“Hey, Doll, how are you?” He asks, tossing his blazer on the kitchen chair.

“Fine…” you reply worriedly.

Sonny shakes his head and waves a hand, dismissing the concern he hears in your voice. He doesn’t want to talk about it. He’s afraid to start talking about it. He comes to you instead and wraps his arms around you tightly. You bring your arms around his waist and hold him close, resting your head against his chest and inhaling deeply, comforted by the feeling of him near you. He smells like he bathed in hospital antiseptic.

“Are you okay?” You mutter into his shirt. You feel him place a kiss on top of your head.

“I’m fine, sweetheart. Just got a little blood on me at work,” He struggles to block out the memory, which is much more vivid than he’d like it to be.

You know there must be more to the story, but you also know better than to push Sonny to talk if he isn’t ready. Instead you let him hold you, bringing comfort to you both. You run your hands soothingly up and down his back, keeping your head against his chest and feeling the steady rise and fall of him breathing. You can hear his heart pounding and feel tremors working their way through him as he holds you, and you know this was more than just a “tough case”.

You begin to wonder if Sonny is ever going to let go of you, but you can feel him swaying on his feet with exhaustion. You pull away a little to look up at him, bringing your hands up to gently cup his face. His blue eyes are clouded with unshed tears and emotions that you can’t quite place. Your heart squeezes painfully in your chest as you gently stroke your thumbs across his cheeks, his days’ worth of stubble rough against your skin.

“Let’s go to bed, okay?” You whisper at him. All you want is to get him upstairs and hold him for hours and hours. You were already committed to calling in sick for your morning shift. When Sonny needed you, everything else came second.

Sigh

If you have recently sent me an ask, I promise I am working on them. It has been crazy at work and just everyday family things have kept me busy. Sometimes it takes me a little bit longer to get them out cuz I write them and rewrite them. I just want to let you know they have not been forgotten.

“I really need you.” With sonny?

*some nsfw*

“Ready for a run in the park?” Jonesy looked up at you with his big, sad, brown eyes. “Yeah, I miss him too buddy”, you scratched behind your Golden Retriever’s ears. “I agree, two months is too long. So how about we stay in, order a pizza and binge watch Chopped?” He wagged his tail.

The last contact you had from Sonny personally was a quick 30 second call. “Hello?” 

“Hey doll, it’s me.” You sat up in bed, 

“Sonny! Are you okay? Where are you? I miss you so much, babe.” 

Sonny responded voice low, almost a whisper, “Listen I only have a few seconds. I’m okay. I miss you too. More than you could ever imagine.” 

Tears pricked your eyes, “when are you coming home?” 

He sighed, “ I dunno. Soon hopefully. I have to go. I love you.” “I love you too. Please come back safe.” The line went dead. That was a month ago. The only other news was from Liv two weeks ago. A simple text, “he’s safe. sends his love.”

“C’mon Jonesy. Let’s make the rounds.” The dog jumped down from the couch and padded around the house beside you. You locked doors, turned off lights all but one- the porch light. That was left on for Sonny, every night. After rounds, you got ready for bed. The T-shirt that you slipped on had lost Sonny’s scent weeks ago, but it still made you feel close to him. Pulling back the covers, you slipped into bed and picked up your book.

A low growl from Jonsey woke you. Must have fallen asleep reading. The clock on your bedside stand read 1:30am. He growled again and you heard a loud thump. You froze. Straining your ears to hear you sat there for a few seconds. Quietly slipping out of bed, you grabbed your softball bat from behind the bedroom door and slowly opened the bedroom door. Thankful you knew where all the loose boards were, you tip-toed down the hall to the top of the steps. Pausing to hear any other noises and not hearing anything you descended the steps. Jonesy followed.

When you made it to the bottom of the steps, you could hear someone walk around. You held your bat up, and Jonesy started barking, you grabbed collar. “Who ever is there. I have a weapon and a guard dog. I’ve already called 9-1-1″, you called with a shaky voice. A figure stepped into the hall and flipped on the light.

 “Whoa. Doll. It’s me.” Jonesy ran up to Sonny, and he kneeled down to greet him. You just stood there, frozen, dumbfounded. Your arms dropped, the bat clattering to the floor.

He had a beard, his hair had grown longer, and he had lost weight. Tears welled up and spilled onto your cheeks. He was here, he was really here. Your heart was beating so hard and fast you could hear it in your ears. Sonny began walking toward you, finally your body responded and you ran to him. Jumping into his arms, you slung your arms around his neck and started sobbing. Sonny scooped you up and pressed his face into your hair, inhaling your scent. He held you like that until your sobs quieted. He placed you back on your feet and took your face into his hands, wiping away your tears.

“I have missed you so much, doll”, his words raw, filled with emotion. “That was the longest two months of my life.”  He leaned down and placed a soft kiss to your lips. Oh, how you missed his lips on yours. Something took over, you deepened the kiss. Needing to feel him, you ran your hands under his shirt, his skin warm. You ran your hands up and down his back yanked up at the seam of his T-shirt, he pulled it off and stripped you of yours. 

He ran his eyes over you, drinking you in. “My God you are beautiful.” That was all you needed to hear. You launched yourself at Sonny, pressing bruising kisses to his lips. He groaned in your mouth. Hands were roaming each other body’s, he trailed kisses up your neck and jaw returning to your lips. 

Breaking free long enough to finish stripping each other of what clothes you had left. “I really need you, Sonny”, you gasped, “now.” He grabbed your thighs and hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and backed you against the wall. The coolness on your back sent a shiver up your spine. He leaned down and took your nipple into his mouth making you gasp and throw your head back. You nipped at his neck. 

His fingers moved down to your core, slipping two fingers in you.  “Mmmm…Jesus you are soaking, doll. This for me? Is this what I do to you?”

 “God, Sonny, yes. Always for you.” He removed his fingers and you whimpered. He centered himself and slams into you in one thrust. You both groaned, the feeling was delicious. 

He started moving fast. You neither of you would last long. You felt yourself build. “Oh Sonny. I am so close”, you said breathlessly. 

“Me too, doll’, he growled into your ear. The orgasm ripped through you, you felt yourself clench around him. He slammed into you hard one more time and found is own release. 

The only sound was heavy breathing. Sonny kissed you gently on the lips. He slowly withdrew from you and placed you on your feet. “Th-that was-”

 “Amazing”, he finished your sentence.

 “I was going to say mind-blowing”, you countered, giggling. “That too”, he gave you a big smile, showing off his dimples. “Welcome home, Sonny.” He gave you a sweet kiss. 

“There’s no place like it’, he responded. He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom to continue to continue the welcome home party.

Could you do “I can’t stand the silence between us” with bby sonny? 💓🤪

existential-carisis:

Anonymous said: I can’t stand the silence between us. From angst prompt list. Peter Stone if you write for him. Or Sonny or Dodds. Thanks! Love your writing❤

Thank you both for the prompt here you go! (PS: Anon, I do write for Peter and I’m working on a Peter thing right now!)

            Neither of you remembered exactly how the fight started. It was something about how you felt he cared more about your work than him and he told you he could say the same. How it started really doesn’t matter at this point. What matters is you haven’t spoken to Sonny for days. Sure, there are times you are so busy you don’t talk much but it’s never been like this. You never deliberately ignored Sonny before. His texts went on read, his calls went to voicemail and questions remained unanswered. 

            “I’m feeling chinese, you want anything?” Sonny asks on the 3rd night of you not speaking to him. He knows it’s futile trying to talk to you right now because you’re not quick to let go of a grudge. He’s met with the silence he expected and sighs “I’ll just get your usual.” Then more silence.

You know that Sonny can’t stand silence. He says it gives him too much room to think. It’s also because living in the Carisi household, silence was foreign to him. Someone was always doing something and making noise. When he first moved into his apartment, he would always keep the TV on so he had some background noise. Over time he’s grown used to the quiet but this is a new kind of silence that he never dealt with before. 

            It’s day 4 and Sonny can’t deal with it anymore. He stands in the doorway to stop you from leaving in the morning “I can’t stand the silence between us.” You refuse to meet his eyes and walk away to the kitchen because if you’re going to be late, may as well have some breakfast. ”Baby, we need to talk about this.” he says, still standing in the doorframe. You remain silent while putting a piece of bread in the toaster. “I’m sorry for the way I reacted but this is excessive. You can’t ignore me forever.” Sonny slides down to sit against the door and puts his head in his hands. He’s emotionally exhausted from days of silence and now trying to get you to talk to him. You don’t answer him and something snaps in him “You know what? You wanted to leave, go ahead, leave. I’m not stopping you. I can’t deal with this.” Sonny storms out of the apartment and slams the door behind him, leaving you to face the situation you created. You ruined everything without saying a word.

Oh my precious Sonny 😢

madpanda75:

“How long have you been standing there?”

Ugh it’s been a long day….and it’s only 2:30 in the afternoon, so I thought I would post a Sonny fic! Thanks for all your likes, re-blogs, and comments!

Thanks @amirightcounsellor for reading all of my stories! ❤️

“I’m outta here guys! Have a good weekend!” Waving bye to your coworkers you make a mad dash to the elevator, it was Friday and your boss was letting you leave early. Your boyfriend, Sonny, had been running himself ragged lately and you wanted to surprise him by making a romantic dinner.

Sonny and you had only been living together for a month, although you guys had been a couple for a year, living together was different. You were much tidier than if you were just living by yourself, always dusting, doing laundry or the dishes. Sonny was also more reserved, getting dressed in the dark or trying to shave in the early morning only using the light from his cellphone, petrified that he would wake you. You loved Sonny with all your heart, but you wished he would relax a little more. Heck, you wished you would relax more.

After work, you ran to the grocery store to grab all the ingredients needed for Sonny’s chicken alfredo recipe. Walking up to your door, grocery bags in hand, you could hear the faint sound of music coming from your apartment. “That’s odd, maybe Sonny got home early,” you thought as you balanced the groceries in one hand and tried to open the door with the other.

Once inside, you were greeted by Bob Seger’s Old Time Rock & Roll song at full blast. “SONNY? BABE, YOU HOME??” You tried to shout over the music. Turning the corner to head into the kitchen you came across a sight that made you drop both grocery bags on the floor. There was Dominick Carisi Jr., your Sonny, dancing around your living room dressed like Tom Cruise in Risky Business wearing nothing but a button down shirt, tighty whities, and socks. Your jaw dropped, you stood there frozen enjoying the show. “When did he get tighty whities?” You chuckled to yourself.

Completely oblivious to your presence, Sonny continued to dance around, jumping up on the couch. Just as he was beginning his air guitar solo, Sonny turned around making eye contact with you. Immediately turning bright red, he ran to turn off the music, looking at you sheepishly as he tried to tug down his shirt to cover up for his lack of pants. “Babe, how long have you been standing there?”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing, “Long enough to see the beginning of your air guitar riff. I had no idea you were such a huge fan of Tom Cruise and tight white underwear.”

Sonny ran a hand through his hair, “It’s just been so stressful at work, I needed to let loose, ya know?”

You couldn’t hold your straight face anymore and burst out laughing. You laughed so hard that tears were falling down your cheeks. Sonny laughed too, although not as hard. He jabbed you in the side, “Ok, Y/N, it’s not that funny.”

“Yes it is!” You said still laughing and holding his shoulder to steady yourself. You looked up at Sonny, who was still blushing, and took pity on him. Throwing your arms around his neck, you kissed him deeply. “You know Sonny, I have some ideas on how you can let loose after a long day.” You backed away from him and started to take your clothes off, slowly sauntering towards your bedroom. Looking back at him you decided to play along and tried to quote from the movie, “Are you ready for me?”

Sonny’s eyes became dark with lust and he followed you into the bedroom, “Oh, I’m more than ready for you, baby. Hope you can handle me.”

After that you both relaxed a lot more more around each other. Sonny even showed you some of his moves, which led to impromptu dance sessions around the apartment complete with air guitar solos.

This is so cute!