Sailing Sonny Carisi [2]

thatonecurlygirl:

Sonny x Reader

Word Count: 1,010

Part One

When you finally arrive at your hotel and are escorted up to your room, you fall happily back into the bed. The comfort of the pillows and blankets in contrast to the plane seats is much welcomed. The room is bright, sun shining in through the balcony and onto the bold yellows and the variations of reds, oranges, and blues. With a content sigh, you slide out of the bed and make your way to the bathroom, stripping out of your clothing as you do so. You run the bath water, warm and sudsy, this is relaxing. A warm bubble bath in Italy before a dinner date with an attractive Italian-American man who has been nothing but a sweetheart to you since you’ve run into each other at the airport.

You slide into the tub, smiling as you body submerges into the water. Your tense muscles start to relax and you close your eyes, resting your head against the back of the tub. You have a feeling that your date tonight is going to go well.

After your fingers and toes are pruned, you climb out of the tub, wrapping yourself up in the hotel robe and walking back into your room. You pull your clothes out of your bag, finding an appropriate outfit to meet up with Sonny: a casual, pale-yellow dress with tan sandals. After dressing in the clothes you find yourself walking out to the balcony and looking out at the street below. People pass by on the street below, the atmosphere unlike that of your neighborhood back home.

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Loovvee!

Or perhaps that’s an alibi from Falsetto prompt list. With Sonny and reader. Something cutsy/fluff. Thanks!

carisi-dreams:

comes the day after this

“You know, he’s probably getting you something to celebrate,” nonna said after a few moments of silence with a knowing look and gesture of her head towards your left hand. The two of you were cooking, she was teaching you a new recipe and working on your Italian, when Sonny had announcedr that he needed to run into town because he had forgotten an essential. You gave he a quizzical look.

“Really? You think so?” you asked her. “Don’t think he forgot toothpaste or whatever?” She shook her head with a smile, stirring the pot.

“Hmm, no I don’t. I know my grandon. He was probably supposed to propose at the vineyard tomorrow, hmm? Got too excited and couldn’t wait. He’s probably going to come back with flowers and champagne or something,” she went on as she gestured for you to continue chopping. “To him, it probably is an essential. Or maybe that’s an alibi. Either way, I will almost guarantee he walks through that door with something for you. He is a sweet boy, Dominick.” You nodded your agreement and let a soft smile spread over your face.

“The sweetest. My favorite,” you agreed before turning back to the food, glancing every often at the ring on your hand.

Thank You! Love fluff. Love the nonna /Italy storyline.