day twelve | Sonny Carisi/Reader [mc!au] | no warnings
prompts: “Have I told you how much I hate Christmas shopping?” & “Secret Santa is bullshit”
You stood to the side as a group of teen girls passed by giggling and clutching brightly colored papery bags with white handles. It brought a small smile to your face, but it quickly dropped as someone behind you brushed past you roughly. The fact that you were even in the mall, let alone around the holidays, made you feel like you needed to be checked over. Next to you, Sonny grumbled and his grip on your hand tightened as he swerved around a family with two small children slowly toddling along.
“Have I told you how much I hate Christmas shopping?” Sonny threw over his shoulder.
You quickened your pace so that he wasn’t so much dragging you along. When you dropped into his stride you replied. “That bodes really well for my gifts.” Your tone was bone dry, but you fought to keep your smile at bay.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw a panicked look cross over Sonny’s face. You snickered to yourself and scanned the stores ahead. Lingerie, candles, chocolates and teen clothing. The options were looking more and more slim. As you passed through the center of the mall you spotted the cinnamon roll place you always loved. With a tug on Sonny’s hand you rerouted the two of you and made a beeline towards it.
“Quit sulking,” you chastised. “You’re going to scare everyone around us with that scowl coupled with your kutte. As a treat, I’m going to let you buy me a cinnamon roll.”
You smiled at Sonny’s indignant expression.
“Let—! You’re going to let me buy you a cinnamon roll?” He threw his free hand up in the air in indignation and you continued to smile calmly.
“And later you’re going to buy me a hot chocolate to wash it down with.”
“You’re going to get a cavity and then I’ll never hear the end of it,” he grumbled.
The two of you joined the line and you leaned into his side. “And then…you’re going to take me home and unwrap one of your presents.”
Sonny perked up at your suggestive tone and he shifted his weight as he glanced down at you. “I didn’t see anything under the tree yet…” he began cautiously.
You smirked. “It’s not under the tree.” You let a hand wander around the collar of your sweater and watched as Sonny’s eyes tracked the movement. “Look, Secret Santa is kinda bullshit, but I still want to get Marie a good present. I don’t want to get the typical mug and candle thing. So bear with me a little longer and you’ll get a treat, too. Okay?”
Sonny cleared his throat. “How big did you want your hot chocolate?”
um, don’t hate me at the end of this chapter okaaay?
A gentle knock on the doorway roused him from where he was flirting with a nap. The anesthesia had worn off, but his body was still tired from the surgery. It would be another few days before he was up and moving around and some time after that before he was able to leave the hospital. He blinked his eyes open, first taking in his fiancée’s grim face before she turned to look towards the doorway. He blinked again, slowly as his brain moved more sluggishly than he was used to.
um…hold onto your hats, y’all…had to split this in two parts because it grew into a monster. next part is queued to come right after this, so it’ll be up in a few hours!
Everything was muffled and chaotic as you struggled to suck in a breath. You felt like a fish out of water as you gasped wetly. You coughed and felt the saliva pool around your mouth and trickle down your cheek towards your ear. You could not breathe. Why couldn’t you breathe? You blinked—when did you close your eyes?—through slitted eyes and struggled to comprehend what was over you. Your body rocked as someone pressed against your torso. Someone else was by your head and you felt warm drops hit the side of your face. Another gasped breath. Was it raining? No, the sky above you—that was sky, right?—was a brilliant blue. It was so blue. You closed your eyes and felt something press against your cheek urgently. You struggled to shake off the intrusion. You were so very tired all of a sudden. You weren’t sleeping. This was a good place to sleep. Everything faded even more, but before you were pulled down into darkness you heard frantic yelling.
“Nick! Nick!”
Everything faded to black and sound cut out abruptly.
fifteen minutes earlier
“…doesn’t suspect anything, Carmen said.”
You tuned back into the conversation and shook your head to refocus your gaze on Sonny. You looked up at him in time to see him throw a dirty look Matty’s way. Matty stared ahead at the menu written on the wall. You knew he was pretending to read it in order to avoid Sonny’s accusatory glare. You all had been coming to this coffee shop for ages and although they had begun to introduce holiday drinks recently to combat the big chains, Matty always ordered the same exact thing. Black coffee, medium roast with two sugars. No cream.
“That’s good.”
You licked your lips and replied to Sonny as you jiggled your leg impatiently. You had twenty minutes to get your coffee and some kind of pastry before you had to go into work and the line was longer than you had expected. Maybe the holiday drinks were really helping to improve business.
anon requested: "How will we feel 20 years from now?“ from Stevie Nicks prompt. With Razor and Veronica. ❤ their story!
thank you! they are so fun to write & explore.
Razor threaded his hand in Veronica’s and stared up at the night sky. Their dinner earlier in the evening had gone well and now they were splayed out on the roof of the building next to the club house. She had only protested minutely when she saw the rickety fire escape and pointed down at her heels with an exasperated look. He’d smiled before disappearing and reappearing with a pair of his work boots that had been lying around. They’d hardly been better than the heels, as over sized as they were, but she managed.
He swept his thumb over her hand rhythmically, but kept a respectful distance on the blanket. He didn’t want her to think he was trying to pressure her into anything. The look she had given him earlier when they’d finally gotten to the top of the roof had been nervous and it took him a beat to sweep his eyes over the setting and clue in as to why. It had been a long time since he had tried to woo anyone. Craneas tended to fall into his lap when he needed a baser need filled, or when he was just plain bored. Veronica was different though, and not just for the most obvious reason.
“This is nice, right?” he asked quietly. He turned his head and traced his eyes over her profile as she remained staring up into the night sky. The light pollution from town drastically reduced the number of stars that were visible, but the longer they stayed up there the more their eyes adjusted.
“It’s really nice, Andre,” Veronica replied with a small smile. She inched over closer to him on the blanket and he cautiously put an arm around her. She pillowed her head on his bicep and he smiled a pleased smile to himself. “It feels so peaceful.”
“I’m glad,” he breathed. He chanced a kiss to her cheek and when she remained relaxed in his grip he pressed another one to her temple. “How will we feel 20 years from now?” he teased.
She laughed at that and rolled closer into his body. “Twenty years? This is our third date! Aren’t you putting the cart before the horse, a little? Who says I want to keep you around for that long,” she joked.
“Hey!” he yelped. “Why wouldn’t you want to!”
She just laughed again and he was forced to join her. Her joy was contagious.
“Maybe…if you play your cards right,” she answered finally. “Maybe in twenty years we’ll still feel this peaceful.”
the next part in nick’s storyline [Cartel makes contact | demands | rescue ]; previous parts can be found in my au masterlist on my blog warnings: mentions of past sexual assault, mentions of past violence
Razor pierced himself with the sewing needle for as many times in the last five minutes. “¡Hijo de puta!”
He shook out his hand before popping his finger in his mouth with a grumble and a dark look at his kutte. Veronica pulled her gaze from the television to level another amused look in Razor’s direction. He caught her this time and his frown deepened.
“You know, some old ladies sew on the patches,” he pointed out. She arched an eyebrow and returned his pointed look.
the next part in this storyline: Cartel makes contact | demands warnings: sexual assault (occurs off page & is not described in detail) & canon typical violence + language, brief mention of blood
“You do not have to do this,” Nick tried again. He remained seated, but leaned forward towards Fernando. He urged him to reconsider. “You don’t need to send in some guy to prove a lesson. She has nothing to do with this. If you—if you want someone to hurt, hurt me. Not her!”
You paused in the shadows for a moment and watched as Cameron exhaled smoke into the night air. Taking the cigarette from behind your ear, nicked from Chibs moments earlier, you stepped into the patch of faded yellow light on the sidewalk behind the building. A nearby street lamp hummed in the background and it flickered like it was low on energy. You knew the feeling.
You brought the cigarette up to your lips before speaking. “Get a light?” you asked. Your voice came out muffled from behind the cigarette, but it still made Cameron startle and whirl to face you. You lifted a corner of your mouth in the imitation of a smile and they relaxed a little.
“Scared the shit out me,” Cameron groused with a hand to their chest still. You attempted a sheepish smile as you stepped a little closer.
“I’m expecting a friend in a few minutes,” you announced to Charlie as you padded into the living room.
You had a feeling he’d be patched through soon and Sonny had upgraded him from the menial prospect tasks to guarding you ever since he had figured out your location in the warehouse. Now he sat on your sofa and periodically looked out the window with a serious expression. There was another prospect on the front porch and were grateful that it had begun to cool down slightly.
Danger or not, you’d have a hard time allowing Sonny to place someone outside for hours on end in eighty degree weather. It was finally a temperate mid seventies and ever so often a nice breeze blew through the yard, rustling the bushes and providing much needed relief to the prospect outside. Sonny was gone for only short stretches of time, still too afraid to have you out of his sight for long, but as some of the danger abated he extended his time a little longer.
“I’m going to get a snack,” you announced suddenly. You dragged your legs off of the chair they were resting on across from you and put the bookmark in your book before stretching your arms over your head with a small groan.
Sonny looked up and tracked your movements, placing the pencil along the inner seam of the page he was writing on before absently tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear. There was a nice breeze that was keeping you cool as you both sat on the back patio, but you still felt the skin across your nose getting a little warm and tight. It was probably a smart idea to grab some more sunscreen and you made a mental note to slather some more on Sonny’s face, too. The water in your glass was nearly gone and you wiped the droplets of condensation with the back of your hand then traced it across the back of your neck before standing to your feet.
“I’ll come with you,” Sonny volunteered hastily, jumping to his feet as well.
“Stay. I’ll bring it out to you.” You waved him away. “And some sunscreen,” you added with a knowing look. His expression was tight, pinched at the edges of his eyes and mouth, and you contained your little sigh of exasperation at the determined look on his face.
“I want to get some air conditioning, anyway,” he dodged as he headed to the back door. He pulled it open for you with an expectant look and you gave him a tight smile as you stepped past him into the cool house.
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