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[cycat4077]

Get yourself a Sonny man who can do both 😄🤨

[cycat-carisi]

The Subway Guy Saga

Ship: Sonny x Reader Summary: Just a stupid little thing I cooked up for Valentine’s Day using the prompt: “This is the part where you ask me out and I say yes.” Happy Valentine’s Day! Tags: Funny fluff :3 Total Word Count: 1633 AO3

The first time you saw Subway Guy you were left speechless. You had been commuting on the same schedule for ages and got pretty used to seeing identical faces day in and day out. Then one day came Subway Guy…oh my, Subway Guy.

You vividly remember those long legs stepping into the subway car, adorned in well fitted slacks and a briefcase in one hand. Normally, you wouldn’t pay the average Joe much attention, but somehow Subway Guy was different. Those long legs led to a lean torso and squared shoulders, his well tailored suit crisp and clean. You managed to get a quick glance at his face too, revealing slicked back hair and the most striking blue eyes.

All this, of course, had happened in a flash on that first day and it wasn't long before Subway Guy had taken his place amongst the rest of the morning commuters.

The next time you saw Subway Guy was the day you gave him his nickname. Being the sad, sorry sap you were, your love life was basically non existent. So, from time to time you would allow yourself silly little crushes on strangers who crossed your path in your daily routine. As it so happened, your gut would do a little flip flop when this particular handsome stranger got on the subway (always two stops after you) earning him the affectionate title of “Subway Guy”.

As the days passed, you stole secretive glances his way, admiring how he always looked so professional. He clearly took whatever his job was seriously and you could definitely appreciate that! Your infatuation led you to hypothesize about who he was, where he came from and what his job was. The only thing you could narrow down for sure was that he wasn't married. Well, he never wore a ring, at the very least.

Days turned to weeks and Subway Guy was a constant during your morning commute. You observed him to be polite, never pushing or shoving and he was the type to give up his place to those who needed it more. You made a mental checkmark beside "chivalrous" and "considerate".

But these daily sightings were beginning to feel like something different. Admittedly, your thoughts would drift to him more and more, wondering whether he would enjoy the coffee shop you took your break at or maybe appreciate strolling through Central Park. The longer your sightings of Subway Guy went on, the more your heart would flutter in your chest at the thought of him.

Despite this being uncharted territory and extremely nerve-wracking for you, you decided to bite the bullet and attempt smiling. Yeah, it may sound lame from an outsider's perspective, but for you it felt like a huge leap of faith.

The next work day, you managed to get yourself a seat right across from the door. It would be inevitable that Subway Guy see you there! Sure enough, two stops later, the doors opened and those long, lanky legs stepped into the car. Your chest tightened and you didn't know if you could pull it off. But you swallowed your nerves, looked up at him and smiled.

Those gorgeous blue eyes caught yours momentarily and Subway Guy returned you a courteous half-smile. Was it love at first smile? Well, you’d never know because the moment was squashed by a sudden forward jerk of the subway. The motion threw him a little off balance and he quickly found a seat out of necessity.

Nonetheless, that was progress, right? Or maybe you looked like a horse, all teeth and bulging eyes, when you smiled! What if no one had ever told you that you looked like a horse because they were just too polite to call out horse-girl! Okay, maybe you were over thinking things. But what did you expect? For Subway Guy to sweep you into his arms and give you the most passionate kiss of your life? Come on, don't be delusional! At least you managed to smile, even if you may have looked like a horse while doing it.

In the days that followed, it was actually Subway Guy who made the initiative to smile at you: A little head nod of recognition and a slight upturned corner of his perfect mouth. You were commuter comrades now, braving the New York City subway system just before peak hours! Was it the most glorious meet-cute? Probably not. But beggars can't be choosers!

With smiling becoming a semi-regular thing, you really couldn't stop thinking about Subway Guy. You swore you had literal heart eyes over the man. And even though it terrified you, your crush was becoming so unbearable that you resolved to actually talk to him! But the “how” was a different story…

The morning commutes leading up to Operation: Talk-To-Subway-Guy (the title was a work in progress, okay?) were filled with dreaming up different scenarios:

“Hi there. Fine weather we're having, huh?” Are you bonkers? This is NYC in the dead of winter. It's flipping cold!

“Heyyyy!” - no. Just no.

“Hi, uh, sweet brief case you have there! My dad has one just like it.”  YOUR DAD? Good God, you're a terrible flirt!

“Hey, since we see each other every - most mornings, I thought I'd introduce myself...” Better…but, is that coming on too strong? Will he think you’re just looking to get into his pants? Because you’re not! Well, maybe eventually - NO! FOCUS! What if he has a girlfriend and by flirting he'll think you’re some kind of homewrecker - Oh GOD!

Needless to say, you were your own worst enemy. With a steely resolve and nothing to lose but your sanity, you worked up the courage to say hello the next day. You began by sitting in your usual spot and waiting for him to get on. Like clockwork, those long legs carried Subway Guy aboard as he flowed in with the rest of the folks at his stop. You swallowed hard, chest pounding as you rose from your seat.

Immediately, your seat was swallowed up by another commuter nearby. There was no turning back now!

Just as you began to step forward, however, a little old lady from the opposite direction connected with Subway Guy's gaze.

He immediately bolted up from his seat offering it to her and you heard her praise him above the chatter in the cramped car. She continued to make conversation and all Subway Guy could do was smile and chat along. Of course, he would. Afterall, you had already checked “chivalrous” and “considerate” off of your list before.

You couldn't possibly go over there now, could you? In your moment of hesitation, you watched Subway Guy's head begin to shift in your direction. Oh, shit! ABORT! ABORT!

Scrambling, you swiftly turned your back to the pair and resigned to hanging onto a bar you could barely reach for the remainder of the trip.

To say you were discouraged would have been an understatement. Did the universe not want you talking to hot guys? Maybe you really were the human version of a horse! Nevertheless, you weren't a quitter - even though you were petrified of putting yourself out there romantically. So, the following day, you got on that subway with unparalleled determination to talk to Subway Guy! Little old ladies be damned!

Today's the day! You sit, wringing your hands together as you wait; those two stops feeling like an eternity. Finally, however, the subway slows and opens its doors to Subway Guy's platform. A few people file in and then so does he. Somehow, he keeps getting more handsome and today, you swear his blue eyes are sparkling. Subway Guy flashes you the usual quick smile before taking his spot in the car.

You bite your lip as you watch him take a seat. Your heart rate spikes. Once again you stand and begin to make your way over to him. Your legs are wobbly - from the motion of the Subway or from nerves, you can't really be sure, but it's likely some weird combination of the two.

You stop beside him and grip the nearest vertical bar. Except, just as Subway Guy notices and begins to look up towards you, the subway jerks, throwing you off balance. (You swear this damn thing has the worst possible timing!) You stagger forward, crashing into his left knee. You're absolutely horrified as you scramble to get your balance back.

"I'm - I'm - I'm," you stutter, face utterly on fire.

But Subway Guy only cracks a broad smile and it's the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen.

He stands with you then and you realize just how tall he is...Quit gawking! Say something!

You open your mouth again but he gently cuts you off with a hushed whisper. "This is the part where you ask me out and I say yes."

Your eyes widen, completely shocked. If you didn't look like a horse before, you most certainly look like one now!

Subway Guy chuckles fondly. "Sorry, I'm not tryna be rude, it's just we see each other every day ‘n you've got a lovely smile. I'm Dominick, by the way. Dominick Carisi, but you can call me Sonny."

Subway Guy - Sonny, reaches out a hand with that beautiful smile still on his face. You're nearly dead as you accept his gesture and introduce yourself. You make small talk, enjoying each other's company and before you know it, your stop arrives. But Sonny doesn't let you leave without exchanging numbers and a promise of dinner reservations.

Who would have thought that Subway Guy would turn out to, not only be “chivalrous” and “considerate”, but “sweet” and “charming” too, with an apparent soft spot for a shy girls who smile like horses.

Dedicated to all my single pringle peeps out there who, like me, are too shy to do anything when they have a crush on someone. This fic may or may not have been inspired by a true, but much less successful encounter with my own handsome commuter comrade. xoxo

Now, for a tag list!

@teamsladsandgents @witches-unruly-heart @barbasbodaciousbeard​ @caracalwithchips​ @averyhotchner​

[cycat4077]

Recent SVU episodes: A Summary

"Where's Carisi?"

[cycat4077]

Rollisi L-bomb HC:

For weeks Sonny has been dropping these casual little "I love yous" to Amanda.

They're quiet and at extremely random times. Like after she finishes brushing her teeth or after she gets a soda out of the fridge or after she takes her socks off at the end of the day.

All these little "I love yous" are barely audible and Sonny doesn't expect Amanda to return it, he just feels like saying it. He just feels the need to say it himself...over and over and over...

Until one day, while she's hopping around trying to slip into her shoes, Sonny whispers out another little "I love you" and Amanda, frustrated, turns around and belts out "I LOVE YOU TOO, OKAY?!!" before leaving for work.

They don't really talk about it until that night in the courthouse.

Amanda: "I do, you know."

Sonny: "It's still nice to hear. I love you, too."

🥺❤️

[cycat4077]

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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[cycat4077]

Ok. Sonny, Amanda, Jesse and Billie are at Disney. You know what that means, right?

Matching Mickey ears hats. On all four of them. Amanda, reluctantly, but seeing Sonny wearing them looking dorky yet adorable and him giving her that look™ means she caves and she caves fast!

[cycat4077]

I don't remember what happened after the first ten minutes of that episode because I'm still on cloud nine after seeing Sonny smiling so much 😍

I'm just so happy he has a loving, healthy, supportive family he can rely on 🥲

Bonus round: now Amanda and her girls can be a part of that too!

[cycat4077]

This is totally not Tiffany going into her own ask box to ask for some Random Sonny Carisi Headcanons That No One Asked For...nope, no way!

What? No! I'd never ask myself a question just as an excuse to post stuff 😱🤡

Anyway.......

Random Sonny Carisi Headcanons That No One Asked For!

First off, I wanted to get these out there before we see the introduction of Serafina and more back story into who Sonny's family is.

In my head, these make sense and I feel like this type of background could have shaped and motivated Sonny to be where he is today.

As of Feb 24th (2022) I haven't watched the newest episode after the Olympic break so, who knows if any of the things I ramble about below are wrong 🤷🏽‍♀️

Les Headcanons:

Sonny:

- In elementary school the other kids used to call him "Scrawny" Carisi

- Sonny wasn't a large kid, instead he was thin and skinny and got made fun of a lot in school

- Those same bullies were the ones that pushed his face through a glass window

- This all was so embarrassing for him especially since his dad, Dominick Sr. was hard to talk to

- He was stern and full of old the fashioned ideas that boys need to be tough

- So the fact that Sonny had a hard time at certain sports because of his lack of muscle really made him even more self conscious

- When he was just a toddler, his maternal grandpa started calling him Sonny and the name just stuck

- That same grandfather was a big influence in his life

- He was someone Sonny could talk to whenever he couldn't talk to his dad

- Even so, Sonny was still pretty guarded as a child, holding his insecurities close to his chest

- Sonny also took religion very seriously

- Of course his parents were devout Christians but Sonny was also able to find the relief of letting certain things off his chest during confession

- This feeling of relief consumed him

- He became close with the priest in the way that he looked up to him as a mentor

- This is why, in his adolescence, Sonny was convinced that he was going to take the collar himself

- But again, it was his grandfather that grounded him to reality

- When Sonny told his grandfather that he wanted to be a priest his grandfather wasn't as enthusiastic as his mother or father was at the idea

- His grandfather sat Sonny down for a private chat one day asking why he wanted that for his future

- Turns out that Sonny was still a little lost

- He loved helping people and making sure that people were safe and taken care of

- He wanted to help people who couldn't help themselves

- And Sonny's grandfather was supportive but also explained the types of sacrifices Sonny would have to give up

- Even though he was young, one of the major sacrifices would be a family and Sonny had always envisioned himself with a family of his own

- His grandfather also gently reminded Sonny that he is a smart boy with so much potential and that there are other ways to help people

- One being to educate himself to understand others even more

- Another being something related to law

- Sonny always did respect the officers in blue

- There was a spark in Sonny's eye that day which got his young wheels turning

- And he secretly started looking into colleges

- Until one day he asked his mom for book money

- She was surprised but also silently relieved that her baby boy was going to go on to do great things

- When Sonny started college his grandfather passed away and it was the saddest he had ever been

- The nickname "Sonny" had always been special to him, but today he's insistant that even colleagues call him Sonny because that name has such a special place in his heart

- While religion helped him through many tough times, his grandfather also really helped Sonny to find himself

Now, for his parents:

- Dominick Sr. was a strick dad

- And with 3 girls, he wanted his only boy to be able to grow up "like a man"

- He loved all four of his children but his own upbringing had taught him to keep emotions at bay

- For his kids, this thinking made it hard for them to be completely honest with him

- For Sonny, he felt the pressure to be the perfect image of a son

- Serafina however isn't as cut and dry

- She loves her husband and her family and upholds the more traditional ideas of being the caretaker of the home while her husband is the provider

- Both her and her husband are guided by Catholicism and take their faith seriously

- But as she watched her four babies grow and become people, it was harder and harder to abide by these traditional ideas she has always embraced

- She learned that no matter how much she wished to protect them, they would carve their own paths through life

- Her oldest daughter, Teresa, got pregnant at a young age (I'd say early 20s) and quickly moved out with her boyfriend

- It threw Serafina through a loop because Teresa was unmarried

- She argued with Teresa to have a shotgun wedding

- Teresa ultimately didn't last in that relationship and she had to raise Mia alone

- Gina was a bit of a rebel too, having countless boyfriends and being not-so secretive that her relationships were also physical

- Bella got into a relationship with Tommy, whom she loved, but whom was also a criminal of sorts

- He made mistakes and had a record, not something typical of a good Christian

- The girls were their own people, not wanting to be repressed by their home values and wanting to explore themselves and love lives

- So, Sonny was almost Serafina's "normal" child

- He was a little more shy growing up

- Always trying to do right and following the rules

- He wanted to be a priest!

- But as a mother, she could still tell that Sonny was lost, except she didn't know how to talk to him

- And she knew that her husband couldn't either

- So, when her own father approached asking if he could talk to the boy, she was relieved

- Then, around the same time (late High school for Sonny) when Serafina was 45 she found out she was expecting a baby she wouldn't be able to bring into the world healthily

- And one day Sonny found her crying about it, alone

- He went to his mom and she explained everything to him

- It was the first time she had really shared her feelings with anyone, let alone Sonny

- It was the first time Sonny had seen his mother being vulnerable

- But as the two spoke about it and connected on a more human level, their bond was strengthened for life

- And Sonny learned that even the people you think are the strongest are sometimes hiding a lot of pain

- This, together with his conversation with his grandfather, solidified to Sonny that college was his way forward and the first step towards a career that could help people

- The Carisis got over a lot of their petty disputes as they aged and mellowed, children and parents alike

- While some views and differences are still ingrained, the family love is the most important thing

- They all also really pulled together when Dominick Sr. had a heart attack and they realized that nothing is more important than family

- There are still squabbles and tiffs over values and ideas but overall, they love each other as is

[cycat4077]

Proposing Permission

Summary: You and Sonny have been together for a year but your idea of celebrating is slightly different than his. Set during S18 - roughly November 2016. Pairing: Sonny x Reader Warnings: None, except fluff...and maybe suggestive hints here and there ;) Words: 2479 AO3 here

Technically part 13 in the Changes verse, but can act as a stand-alone, too!

“Mom!” you exclaim as soon as you hear her ‘hello?’ on the end of the line. “You'll never guess what just happened! – Wait, how'd you know? – He did? Of course, he did!” you laugh happily, flashing a bright smile up at Sonny who sits beside you on the sofa.

Sonny would give you the abridged version of the events that led up to this moment later, but at the time, things went a little like this:

-x-

“Uh, Carisi? Where are we going? The turn-off for the I-87 South, is that-a-way…” Amanda turns her body towards the traffic junction that passes by. She then whips back around to stare at her partner in the diver’s seat, a disgruntled look on her face.

“I need ta make a detour,” he states, eyes never leaving the highway.

“But we’re on a case!” she protests, growing irritated.

“Yeah, but we did what we came upstate to do. Got some answers, relayed them to Lieu. Technically, we’re off duty right now.” Sonny taps the wheel with his thumbs, trying to avoid his partner's gaze.

But Amanda Rollins is not one to concede so easily. “Tell me where we’re going, Dominick,” she drops her voice to a stern tone, eyes boring into the side of Sonny’s head.

Sonny lets out a nervous breath and says your name. “Remember how her parents live upstate? Well…” he reaches into the breast pocket of his suit jacket, producing a velvet box. Amanda gasps and nabs it from his grasp. She flips the little box open, finding a ring. “I wanna propose,” admits Sonny, “but I wanna ask her folks first.”

Dragging her eyes away from the box, Rollins frowns. “It’s twenty-sixteen, Sonny…you don’t need parental permission anymore.”

“I know, I know,” dismisses Sonny. “But that’s how my pa did it, and, she’s really close with her parents. It seems right to ask ‘em first.”

Amanda smiles in spite of herself. The gesture is very much a ‘Sonny Carisi’ thing to do. So, she cracks a joke instead. “What’re you gonna do? Salute her dad and say: ‘Requesting permission to marry your daughter, sir!’”

“Rawllins,” he groans, trying to act annoyed while keeping his eyes on the road.

“Do what you gotta do, partner,” she winks before turning her attention back to the box. “This ring is gorgeous!”

-x-

The drive was absolutely beautiful. Being October, the further away from concrete Sonny and Amanda drove, the denser the colourful forests became. It was picture perfect and Sonny’s only wish was that you could have been along to see it too.

Pulling up to your childhood home, Sonny leaves Amanda in the passenger’s seat. Afterall, this detour had to be relatively quick to prevent Lieu from breathing down his neck about it.

As Sonny makes his way to the door, his legs are a little wobbly and his pulse is racing. He has met your parents before and they adore him, yet, as he waits for his knock to be answered, his nerves get the better of him. This is a huge step and he hopes that they believe him worthy of it.

Then the door clicks open to reveal your mother. “Sonny!” she exclaims happily, but immediately her face falls. “Is everything okay?” In hindsight, an unannounced, unaccompanied visit does seem a little concerning.

Clueing in, Sonny immediate puts your mother at ease. “Yeah, yeah!” he reassures with a smile. “Work brought me upstate and I, uh, I wanted ta ask y’both somethin’ while I was up here.”

“Of course, of course!” Your mother ushers Sonny into the house before giving him a giant hug. Just as she releases him your father walks into the room, coming over with a large smile and firm handshake.

“Sir,” greets Sonny with a nod.

The three of them then take a seat at the dining room table; your mother unsurprisingly offers Sonny everything in her fridge. Once satisfied that he’s not lying about not being hungry, she continues. “So, son, what’s on your mind?”

The Italian swallows nervously. He looks to his fingers, thrumming them on the table top while his right knee bounces anxiously. Finally, he begins to speak: “Well, as you know, your daughter and I have been together for a while now and, we love each other very much. I love her very much.” A grin begins to break out on your mom’s face, her intuition giving her a good idea of where the conversation is headed. “And I, uh,” continues Sonny, “well, it seemed only right for me ta ask the two of you first. I w-wanna ask her ta marry me.”

Suspicions confirmed, your mother squeals with delight, grabbing onto your father’s arm and giving it a loving squeeze.

“I got a ring already and everything, if ya wanna see it,” Sonny adds quickly as if it will reenforce how committed he is to you. He pulls out the box once more and hands it over to your mom.

“Oh, Sonny,” she sighs looking up to your boyfriend. “She’s going to absolutely love it.”

“So, I, uh, have both your blessings then?” His blue eyes dart nervously back and forth between your parents.

Finally, your dad chimes in. “Of course!” he exclaims happily, his voice choking up ever so slightly. “You’re a good man and I couldn’t imagine my girl with anyone else.”

Sonny’s stomach does a somersault as he is immediately flooded with relief. “Thank ya!” he leaps to his feet. Your parents stand with him, both delivering their future son-in-law a squeezing hug. Parting, Sonny reluctantly explains that he can’t stay and that he must be getting back to the city.

“Alright, hon,” your mother coos. “Let us know what happens. Your secret is safe with us for now, but we’ll be waiting anxiously by the phone for the happy news!”

“Will do,” beams Sonny before he heads back to the squad car. Your parents wave him goodbye until he’s out of sight.

-x-

It’s your anniversary! One complete year of you and Sonny (finally) getting together! But…the universe really didn’t care about that. Nope! Because a faculty meeting was called on the one day where you didn’t have classes to teach. It ran from midday and into the evening and there was no possible way of getting out of it either. You loved your job, you really did, but today was supposed to be for you and Sonny. Nothing fancy, of course, but you had planned a lazy morning, followed up with cooking together and turning it into a romantic evening celebration.

“Uhhggghhh!” you groan, hanging your head and slouching your shoulders.

Sonny places his warm hands on your arms, grinning. “It’s alright, sweetheart.” You can feel those blue eyes shining down on you and, the next thing you know, a finger is gingerly tilting your chin up towards his. “I ain’t mad at all, okay? Shit happens. Jeez, how many times have I hadta cancel a date with you ‘cause I got called in or hadta work late?”

You bunch your mouth at the corner, frustrated. “I know, but it’s our anniversary and I was looking forward to spending all day with you!”

“So was I, but we can still make the most of it.” He kisses you on the nose. “I’ll go ahead ‘n make dinner and then when ya get home we can celebrate.”

“You sure? It was supposed to be a team effort. I can just grab some takeout on the way home –”

“Nonsense,” Sonny grins. “Besides, my cookin’ is way better than any takeout in the city.” His words make you laugh. “There’s that beautiful smile,” he beams, sweeping the hair back from your eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, doll. Now, go on before you’re late ‘n try not ta fall asleep.”

You give Sonny a sweet kiss and make your way to the door. Before exiting, you flash a sultry look over your shoulder at your smiling boyfriend. “I promise I’ll make it up to you later, babe. It’s just a shame you have to wait so long to see what’s underneath this dress.” You slip out the door before you’re able to see the sign of the cross Sonny makes in attempt to absolve himself of his sinful thoughts.

-x-

The journey back home never felt so exhausting. Maybe it was the fact that the meeting seemed to drag on forever, especially when all you could think about was curling up next to Sonny. Your feet ached in your pumps and you cursed your wardrobe choice. Though, you were still new at the college and thus wanted to make a professional impression.

Once you finally reach your floor, a distinct cooking aroma floats down the hallway. Your stomach grumbles, knowing exactly which apartment is the origin and eager to taste what smells so delicious.

Opening your door, you are greeted by your wonderful boyfriend and his smiling eyes. He’s dressed up in a crisp shirt and slacks. “Welcome home, sweetheart and happy anniversary!”

You smile up at him and step into his outstretched arms. His attire seemed a bit formal, but you weren’t complaining. The way button up shirts hugged his arms and torso always made your face flush and heart beat a little faster. Those same arms also fit perfectly around you when he held you close.

As you begin to withdraw from his embrace however, you notice just how much Sonny is perspiring. “Babe, you alright?” Your brow knits with concern. “You’re sweating a bunch…”

Sonny quickly averts his gaze and turns towards the kitchen. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine,” he gives a dismissive wave. “The oven’s been on all day.”

You know him well enough to tell that something is not quite right and his half-hearted answer gives you reason to follow him and press the issue. But as you round the corner, you’re stopped dead in your tracks by an elaborate display.

Sonny has gone all out. A hearty meal sits steaming on a table set for two, a single rose in a crystal vase resides at the center, and he’s even arranged some of your candles to provide low lighting. The sight of it all leaves you feeling as though your heart will flutter right out of your chest.

"Sonny," you whisper, hand over your heart. "You didn't have to do all this." You then peer up at him with glassy eyes.

"I wanted tonight to be special. Just you ‘n me celebrating a whole magical year of being together.”

Closing the distance, you lean up and place your lips tenderly to his. Sonny bends forward, deepening the kiss. You run a hand tenderly up the front of his shirt feeling the contours of his muscles beneath your fingers. Sonny reaches to cover your hand with his, grasping it carefully and reluctantly pulling it away. Breaking apart, he smiles, "Food's gonna get cold, doll."

The two of you sit down to a quiet, romantic dinner, clinking glasses in a toast to your relationship. But Sonny still has beads of sweat forming along his brow. "Babe, are you sure you're alright?" you point to his forehead. "It's not that hot in here..."

He swallows thickly, looking away. "Yeah...I'm just a little nervous is all." Sonny then focuses on you with big, blue eyes.

Yours narrow in confusion. Nervous? Why would he be nervous? It just us here...

Sonny flashes you shy smile before reaching across the table to take your hand in his. He stares at it in contemplation as he runs his thumb lovingly over your knuckles.

Biting his lip, he shifts those gorgeous eyes back to yours. "We've been through a lot in a year, doll," he begins. "And last summer I never knew how my life would change when you walked through that squad room door. I never knew that I could love someone so completely until I fell in love with you. My whole heart is yours and -"

"Sonny!" you release a sweet laugh. "You don't owe me a speech! I know how much you love me, silly! And I hope you know how much I love you too."

Suddenly, Sonny seems a little terrified. Had he rehearsed this or something?

"Just hear me out, ‘kay?" he implores following a shaky breath.

You smile softly and squeeze his hand signaling for him to continue.

"Believe me, doll, I've never felt more loved by anyone but you. I love waking up with ya in the mornin' and fallin' asleep together at night. My heart skips a beat thinkin' about a future with you. So, I guess that's why I'm sweatin'."

All of a sudden the warmth of Sonny's hand disappears. He shifts to get up from the table, slipping his fingers into his pocket. Then you realize that he's getting down on one knee. Your heart begins to thunder in your chest and a gasp catches in your throat.

Sonny's eyes lock onto yours as he produces a velvet box and opens it. There sits a white gold ring topped by a dainty solitaire diamond. Your eyes immediately rim with tears as you hear Sonny softly speak your name. "Will you marry me?"

A large smile erupts upon your face and you instantly blurt out a "yes!"

Sonny's expression changes to one of pure love. He delicately slips the ring on your finger and quickly rises to capture your lips in a kiss.

You wrap your arms around his neck and he effortlessly scoops you up. "I'm so happy," you speak against his lips, eliciting a tight squeeze from your fiancé.

Fiancé! Sonny Carisi is your fiancé! The man you love with your whole heart. You've always believed that it isn’t the ring on their finger that make two people married – that’s at least how committed you feel towards Sonny – Yet now, you couldn’t be happier to make what you share official.

"I'm so happy too, doll! I love you! I love you! I love you!" Sonny reciprocates in between swift kisses to your cheeks, nose and lips. Then his eyes darken and he bows his head towards your neck, nibbling and suckling at the sensitive skin that resides there.

You sigh, a tingling sensation spreading throughout your body. God, is he good at this! But then, your mind comes back to reality and you gently, albeit reluctantly, push him away. “Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!” you chant, tapping your hands lightly on his chest.

Sonny pulls back but his eyes still hungrily flicker to where his lips were focused mere moments before.

“I have to go call my mom! She’d kill me if she knew I didn’t tell her right away.” You watch as Sonny smirks. “But then I promise we’ll celebrate properly…after all, you still haven’t seen what’s underneath this dress.”

-x- 

Fluffy enough for ya? Heehee

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[cycat4077]

If anyone had any doubts over Sonny as a lawyer, I really hope they could see, through this episode, that he made the right choice.

He really shined as a confident and competent lawyer during Jackson Wright's trial!

I love his character growth ❤

(pic 🔗)

[cycat4077]

Question in the alternative make believe world are you friends with/relationship with ADA Carisi or Detective Carisi? In this world, he's one or the other. You didn't know him as both.......

Ooh! Such an evil question xD

Naturally, my answer would be both and I'd be his support network as he made that transition from detective to ADA and also jump his bones along the way.

But since you force me to choose... 🤪

ADA Carisi.

I adore detective Sonny so much. Like, so so much! I prefer to write him as one and I think he was not only spunky and determined, but also really grew to become more empathetic and compassionate. I loved watching this growth over several seasons and I miss how we much we got to see him in the show (as a detective vs now as an ADA).

But show preferences and "real-life" preferences are two different things.

It was always Sonny's dream to be a lawyer. He worked so hard for it and earned it. That's why I'm always on the side of ADA Carisi in the detective vs ADA debate. It was a necessary move to further his character and gives Peter a chance to tackle new challenges for Sonny.

From a human perspective, I also think ADA Sonny would be the better choice for a relationship partner. He's more settled. He's reached his main career goal and I think he would be able to take time to finally enjoy life a bit more. He's finally in a place where he could start a family and be more secure about himself and his job. Not that detective Sonny wouldn't be willing to settle down, but I think there was still a lot of growth he had to do. Sometimes relationships work because you're both at similar places in your lives. You want the same things. I think we would be on the same page there, even more than detective Sonny would be.

Also, if we take a look at how Sonny behaves around Rollins now, he's just so relaxed and happy. He has his career, he has a person he loves and has his found family. The man can finally be happy! So, I think ADA Carisi would be the ideal place in his life to meet Sonny and be in a relationship with him (if forced to choose only one, of course)! Afterall, sometimes you have to be happy with yourself and your life before you can add someone else into it :)

[cycat4077]

NO CHEATING: You’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title. Who/what is it?

Oh goodness. Oh goodness me.

That song is literally one of my favorites and peak 80s romance PLUS the fact that Sonny (sorry Mariska) is the last human I saved to my phone...I can't! Byeeee

(Not to mention that this song has inspired an original wip that I have planned out like a movie, soundtrack and all. Please ask me about it, I love the plot.)

🎶

Thanks for the tag, @teamsladsandgents!!

Imma tag: @clevervonskelli @greatspacedustbin @beardsanddetectives @misscharlielulu and whoever else wants to give this a try 😊

[cycat4077]

Ok but the way Sonny smiled at the nurse 🥺

[cycat4077]

Misc Prompt 4 for 'I can't believe you talked me into this' Sonny. (Fluff please) Happy Birthday in Advance🥳🥳

Thank you, nonnie! Kinda went niche with this one but ngl this would be my ideal date ^^

Fluff Prompts as part of Cycat's Birthday Bash Fic-aganza!

8: “I can't believe you talked me into this!”

Pairing: Sonny x Reader

Ratings/Warnings: Fluff, curling terminology :P

(Here's a video about the basics of curling. I tried to explain things in the fic, but this can help too if you're confuzzled.)

Curling Carisi

"I can't believe ya talked me inta this!" exclaims Sonny as he takes another wobbly step onto the ice.

"C'mon, Sonny! It's fun! I promise." You give him that pouty look you know he can't be mad at as you effortlessly glide towards him.

He fumbles with his broom unsure of where or how to hold it. It knocks him slightly off balance and he wobbles again, trying to find some kind of footing.

You can't help but chuckle, taking hold of Sonny's arm to help steady him. "Alright, Son. Now, crouch down in the hack," you say, pointing to the rubber foot molds embedded in the ice. "Yeah, the gripper foot goes there and you'll slide out with the other."

Sonny listens to your instruction and squats down in position. "Good! Next, prop your broom under your arm so that the head rests on the ice and the handle supports your weight."

The Italian once again does as told but blatantly remarks, "I look stupid, doll."

"No, babe! That's how it done!" You scoot over to him to make a slight adjustment to his broom, caressing his back as reassurance.

Sonny wiggles his bum in attempt to get somewhat comfortable. "OK, what next?" he asks, looking up at you with those big blue eyes.

"Throwing the rock," you grin. This is always the part that newbies struggle with. You fetch a rock from the lineup and tip it over, cleaning the bottom surface. Gently flipping it back, you glide it over the ice to him. "Here you go! Now, make sure you put your weight on your broom and not your rock when you slide out, or else you'll topple over."

Sonny quirks an eyebrow at you skeptically. "Uh huh," he nods, taking the granite stone. "Jeeze this thing is heavy!"

"Yes siree!" you chime. "They need to be in order to make the takeout shots!" You watch excitedly as Sonny rises, using his momentum to propel himself out of the hack. "Now let go of the rock!" you cheer him on. But as he does, he loses his balance, feet going out from under him, landing him on his butt.

You quickly slide over to make sure he's okay. "Ow!" he complains, accepting your hand to help him stand back up. Meanwhile, the rock skirts off to the side and comes to a halt only a few feet away from Sonny's crash-landing site.

You really do try hard not to giggle, but Sonny's rosy, embarrassed cheeks and the way he's rubbing his tush tips you over the edge.

"Hey! Don't laugh!" he whines. "I tried!"

"I know you did, babe," you soothe, placing a kiss to his cheek. "It happens to pretty much everyone on their first couple tries. But you'll get the hang of it!"

You leave him standing there as you snag your own rock and position yourself in the hack. Crouching down, you clean the bottom of the stone before performing your own slide. Sonny quickly steps out of the way as you effortlessly glide past him and release the rock. It curls down the sheet of ice, coming to rest within the rings at the opposite end.

Sonny stands there dumbfounded, mouth agape. "Damn," he remarks. "Didn't know I was datin’ a pro." He wobbles his way back over to you, a bright smile on his face.

"Far from it," you answer. "But, thank you. I'm so happy I could take you curling. I love it!"

Your look of pure joy makes the sore butt worth completely worth it for Sonny. He smiles at you before his features turn to a mixture of excitement and curiosity. "When do we get ta yell 'hurry hard'?" From the times he had overheard you watching curling on TV, it's the one thing Sonny had picked up on.

"When we start sweeping rocks, Son...and perhaps," you lean in close to whisper in his ear, "if you're not too sore from that fall, we can yell it later on tonight, too."

Sonny's cheeks flush dark red as you back up, sliding away and giving him a wink.

Flirting aside, Sonny was a relatively quick study. His slide wasn't perfect, but he found his balance and managed to avoid falling over while throwing his rocks. The evening was just for fun. You couldn't play a proper game with only two people, but you each took turns throwing rocks and making shots.

The final throw of the evening happened to be Sonny's. The house's rings were cluttered with rocks and you held the broom for him as a target. The plan was to try and get him to draw his rock into the rings and out-count the other stones to score a point.

"In-turn draw, Sonny!" you holler down the ice. He gives you a nod, proceeding to position himself to throw. Curling is normally about finesse when it comes to draws. You need the perfect amount of weight behind the rock to get it to curl, but not so much that it runs straight through. You can tell as soon as the rock leaves Sonny's hand that it was going to be the latter. "Uh oh," you mutter to yourself as the rock comes hurling towards you.

Miraculously, it defies the odds and, with a loud clank, smacks into one opposition stone, before changing its angle to hit another. This slows its momentum, causing it to gingerly skirt over and sit beside the button. Unbelievably, Sonny scores the point!

A loud cheer erupts from your throat as you look up incredulously to Sonny from down the ice. He throws his hands in the air in excited disbelief. Slippery ice be damned, as Sonny slides his way to you in record time. He throws his arms around your middle and lifts you off the ice. This causes him to wobble, forcing him to set you down before you both topple over.

"That. Was. Amazing, babe!" you exclaim, laughing with joy.

"I can't believe it!" he grins. "Ha! I guess I'm gonna haveta go pro now," Sonny smirks cheekily.

You shoot him a teasing look. "Now, don't get too ahead of yourself there, champ."

Sonny grins. "I had so much fun, doll. Thanks for convincing me to give this a try."

You beam back at him with pride. "I'm so happy you enjoyed it, Sonny. I love you so much!"

"Love ya, too, sweetheart."

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[cycat4077]

~~SPOILERS ISH~~

Y'all know (if you follow me or have seen my rant-y things in the tags) that I am normally on the fence with Rollisi...

But damn did the writers do it right.

Subtle, heart-felt and sweet.

No over the top dramatic romantic stuff. That's not the vibe that this show ever gives off and it stayed true here.

And you know damn well that Sonny wrote that speech thinking about Amanda. So I was pleased to see the revelation in her face when she finally allowed herself to give in to her own feelings.

Best part: Sonny was so soft and kind that it melted my heart. He deserves to be happy!

[cycat4077]

Sonny for the character ask 🥰

Sonnyshine of my life

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life

hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang

hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff (Intelligent AND loyal to a fault)

best quality: Sonny’s love of his family and friends. He will do everything in his power to help out the ones he loves. Additionally, he actually wants and enjoys spending time with his family, even if they annoy him from time to time. Family is priority number one for me, so seeing that in a character like Sonny just makes me gravitate towards him so much. It's also pretty rare to see those types of people on TV, let alone in real life! 🥰

worst quality: Because he will do everything in his power for his loved ones, it can sometimes get the better of him. He thinks/acts with his heart rather than his head. And because of this, I think he’s often quick to jump to conclusions without always seeing the full picture. We see this with victims or potential perps from time to time. I think how he’s grown up/experienced (those norms growing up) still influence his judgement. BUT over the years of him as a detective, we’ve been able to see his open-mindedness grow!

ship them with: I’ve posted a lot about how on the fence I was about them, but after the S22 finale, I think I’m finally okay with Rollisi. I just want Sonny to find someone who loves him unconditionally, understands him and can give him the family (even if it’s a found family) that he’s always wanted 😊 

brotp them with: Liv!! I love their momma bear/work son relationship; especially now that he’s an ADA. It’s so pure!

Mike Dodds too...RIP Doddsy 😭

needs to stay away from: mustaches🥸. people who take advantage of him🥺. the meany denfense lawyers😾. His own mind! He is his own worst enemy at times! The way he got into his own head when he was frst starting out as an ADA really made my heart break. He thought that after all his hard work, he still wasn’t cut out to be a lawyer but it takes one heck of an intelligent human to be able to complete a law degree on top of being a full-time detective!

misc. thoughts: DOMINICK “SONNY” CARISI JR. HAS O-NEGATIVE BLOOD. Why is this such a big deal, you ask? Well, people with o-neg are considered universal donors: they can give blood to anyone but can only receive blood from individuals of the same blood type. In the context of Sonny, he IS A GIVER. He will do anything for the ones he loves. He’s quick to jump in to help. BUT there are very few people who remember to give back. It’s tragic in a way and I have a whole meta post about this in my drafts, yo! 🙌🏻