Asks are open for Sonny, Peter, Nick, Mike, and any of my AU's SONNY CARISI MASTER LIST// AUTUMN SERIES// NICK AMARO MASTER LIST// MIKE DODDS MASTER LIST// PETER STONE MASTER LIST// FRANCHISE AFFAIR SERIES// RYAN O'HALLORAN ER MASTERLIST
“Hey, Y/N! Good morning. How was your vacation?” Haleh asked.
“Morning, Haleh,” you said in greeting. Vacation was great.” You followed Haleh out of the locker room to the nurse's station. “Key West was beautiful. I wish we were still there.” For a week, it was just you and your fiance, Mike, lying on the beach, sipping drinks, overeating, and sleeping late.
“Mmmm, I bet you do. If I had a man like that, I’d never leave the room,” she joked.
“It wasn’t easy, but we did have to eat,” you replied.
“Well, we’re all going to wish we were on vacation. It’s new doc season,” she said, rolling her eyes.
You groaned. “I forgot it was that time of year again.”
Every July, a new set of medical students and interns starts their various rotations. For some, it is their first time working in a hospital, while others are new doctors who have just passed their boards. Until the newbies get oriented, it is always stressful.
“Mornin’ Y/N,” Dr. Greene said in greeting. “We missed you around here.”
“The feeling was not mutual,” you teased. You did miss this place. County General ER wasn’t glamorous, but you loved being a nurse and being around people with the same dedication. Your co-workers were your family.
Dr. Greene chuckled. “Oh, Jen wanted me to let you know that her firm is looking for a nurse consultant. She told them you would be perfect. Pays decent and flexible hours.”
“Oh, thanks! I need the extra cash for school. I barely made tuition last semester,” you said. It also means I won’t have to pick up as many hours here.” Only two years are left until you complete your Physician’s Assistant training. While you had student loans to help pay, there was still a deficit each semester, and every semester was getting more challenging to pay.
“Look,” Dr. Ross said, nodding toward the other side of the nurse’s station.
Everyone turned to see the new med students.
“Aren’t they adorable?” Dr. Lewis commented. “They have bright white coats, new stethoscopes…and hope.”
“I’ve never seen a tailored white coat before,” Dr. Benton commented when he came to join you and the others at the nurse's station.
“He’s kinda cute in that scared shitless way,” you muttered.
The med student was tall, slim, dark-haired, and scared.
Everyone turned to look at you. “What? I’m engaged, not blind.”
He approached the nurse's station. “I’m John Carter. 3rd year. Doing my surgical rotation with Dr. Benton.”
You exchanged looks with Dr. Lewis, and you both chuckled when you saw Dr. Benton roll his eyes.
“20 bucks says he doesn’t make it through the shift,” Dr. Ross joked when Benton and John walked away.
“10 bucks says he pukes in the first trauma,” you countered.
Ever the optimist, Mark said, “I’ll see both of you on that bet.”
“30-year-old male. Multiple GSW to the chest. BP 80 over palp, LOC, 2 of epi, shocked twice,” the paramedic shouted.
“We’re about to find out!” Doug yelled.
In seconds, the trauma room was filled with people. It looked like chaos from the outside, but everyone knew their role and executed it smoothly. It was a well-rehearsed dance between life and death. Everyone just hoped and prayed that no one tripped or forgot their steps.
The med students had looks of terror and awe, and some looked like they might puke. As the thought crossed your mind, John grabbed the nearest trash can and vomited.
“Y/N! Get him out of here!” Benton yelled, motioning toward John.
Great, now you have to babysit. You grabbed him by the sleeve of his tailored white coat and marched him from the room. “Outside.”
Once outside, he took a seat on an old palette.
“Put your head between your knees,” you instructed. You leaned against the cool brick wall and crossed your arms. “You’re not the first to puke in a trauma, and you won’t be the last.”
He looked up at you. “Doesn’t make it any less embarrassing,” he said in a weak voice. He was still pale. “I didn’t catch your name.”
“Y/’N,” you answered him. Put your head back down.”
John did as you said. “How long have you worked here?”
“About five years. I started right out of nursing school.”
“Y/N. They need you in Exam 4,” Dr. Greene said from behind you.
You nodded. “It gets better. I promise,” you reassured him, touching his shoulder. “I’ve seen Dr. Benson vomit.”
John looked up at you and gave you a small smile. “Thanks,” he replied.
Dr. Greene smiled as you passed him. “He okay?’
“Yeah. He will be,” you answered. “Oh, you owe me ten bucks,” you reminded him, smirking.
“Hey, Y/N!” a voice called out to you.
When you stopped and turned, you saw John rushing toward you across the parking lot.
He was slightly out of breath when he reached you. “I wanted to thank you for being this week,” John said as he stepped beside you.
“It’s no problem, John. We’ve all been there before. Every day gets easier,” you stated. “And if it’s not, I’d be more than happy to accompany you to the ambulance bay,” you teased.
”I appreciate that,” John chuckled. “I was going to Doc Magoo’s for dinner. Would you like to join me?”
“Ummm,” you replied. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
John nodded. “Right. Right. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be forward. I just thought, I mean-.”
“No. It’s okay. You'll skip Doc Magoo's unless you want to be up all night with heartburn,” you advised.
“That’s good advice.” John grinned. “Well, good night.”
You sighed. It was tough being the new person, especially after the week that John had. “There’s a few of us meeting at The Empty Bottle. My cousin’s band is playing. They have good burgers,” you said. “You should join us.”
“Are you sure no one would mind?” he asked.
“Of course not,” you replied. “The more the merrier.”
“Okay. You convinced me,” John said.
“Great! Happy you decided to come,” you replied. “I have to go before I miss my train.”
“Why don’t you just ride with me? My Jeep is just around the corner,” he said, thumbing toward the public parking lot.
You bit your bottom lip. It did make sense to go together. “Yeah. Okay.” You shrugged your bag higher on your shoulder.
“Here. I’ll carry that,” he offered, motioning to your bag.
“That’s not necessary,” you said, suddenly feeling awkward.
“Please. If my gamma knew I wasn’t being a gentleman, she would kick my butt,” he teased.
You chuckled and handed over the bag. “Thank you.”
John nodded. As you started down the sidewalk to his Jeep, John put himself between you and the street. So, he was protective.
The ride to the bar was quiet and, thankfully, short. John opened the door, and your senses were filled with the jukebox playing a classic rock song, people laughing and talking, pool balls clacking together, and the smell of beer and fries foods.
Your eyes searched for Mike and the rest of the crew. Mike and Jerry were the first you spotted. Their tall stature made them hard to miss. You made your way through the crowd.
“Hey, babe,” Mike grinned when he saw you. He pulled you to his side and leaned down to kiss you. “Who’s your friend?” he asked, eyeing John. His jaw tensed slightly.
“This is John Carter. He’s Dr. Benton’s med student,” you said. “John, this is my fiance, Mike.”
Mike put his hand out to shake John’s. “Good to meet you, man.”
“You as well,” John replied. “What do you do, Mike?”
“I’m a detective for CPD. Lieutinent,” Mike answered.
“I’m going to get a drink,” you announced, breaking the awkward silence. “Can I get anyone anything?”
“Another Heine for me,” Jerry said. He grinned. You suspected the only reason he drank that brand was to say Heine.
“I’ll have whatever Mike is drinking,” John replied.
You nodded and turned to leave.
“You a whisky man, John?” Jerry asked as you walked away. “I prefer to enjoy mine with a good cigar like my mentor Sean Connery.”
“Jerry here thinks he’s Sean Connery. When he’s more George Burns,” Mike laughed. John and Jerry joined in the laughter. The tension seemed to be gone.
“Isn’t that the new kid? Benton’s intern?” Doug asked. “Who invited him?” Doug was sitting by himself at the bar. Carol was at a table with Lydia, Susan, Malik, and some ED staff. Carol waved you over, and you gave her a thumbs up.
“Oh. I did,” you admitted. “His name is John. He’s a med student.”
“Why?” Doug asked.
“I felt bad for him. He’s new, and he vomited in his first trauma,” you stated. “Thought he could use a drink, and he just seems sad. So you better be nice.”
Doug put his hand on his chest. “I’m always nice.” He waved at the trio. All three men waved back.
You raised an eyebrow. “Sometimes too nice,” you muttered. “Why are you sitting by yourself?”
“What can I say? I am my own worst enemy.” Doug chuckled and slugged back his tequila shot, raising his glass for another.
“So, this has nothing to do with you going to Carol’s apartment at midnight trashed and trying to kiss her. Didn’t Tag almost knock your lights out?” you asked mockingly.
“New kid keeps staring over here at you. Does Mike know you have a secret admirer?” he joked. “I don’t think your behemoth, boxer, cop fiance would find that funny.”
You couldn’t help yourself but smile at Doug. “You’re drunk,” you said after giving the bartender your order. Looking over your shoulder, you saw John looking at you. He averted his gaze and turned his attention back to Mike and Jerry.
“Told you,” Doug said in a sing-song voice.
“Everyone gets crushes, Doug. I even had a crush on you when I first started, but that changed when I got to know you,” you joked, causing Doug to laugh aloud.
Mike, Jerry, and John joined you and Doug.
“How’s it going, doc?” Mike asked Doug.
Doug nodded. “It’s going good, champ. I was just telling your fiance that I think John-”
You grabbed the drinks off of the bar. “C’mon. Let’s get to the table,” you said, cutting Doug off before he said another word. “The band is getting ready to start.”
Thankyou again for writing another chapter of the ONS series. I absolutely loved it and it goes so fantastically well when you read them all in a row. I'm still absolutely hooked and kinda dying to know what happens but if this was it, gosh what a way to end with that shameful forward display by Carisi at the end. Bloody loved it 💛
Anyways, just wanted to annoy and fangirl again to say I am loving your fics. I'm adore that Sonny is not being coy, shy or overly flustered. Can I even say he's using some BDE! He's just straight up knowing what he wants and just putting it out there! Even if there has been some miscommunication along the way. Also I feel he knows she wants him too. Such a contrast to him quietly pining over *someone * else that he was and was rightly accused of doing 😆
Thankyou again for writing this series. I've absolutely adored it and honestly recommending this everywhere I can because it's so lovely.
thank you so much for your continued interest and support of me and this series. I love BDE Sonny and him going after what he wants.
Working on more for this series. I think I know who the reader will choose but I'm not 100%. But just when I think I'll know what I'm going to do I change my mind. LOL
Sonny crossed the floor of the squad room to Liv’s office. He glanced your way and gave a curt nod. You returned the greeting with a tight smile. Sighing you pushed up from your desk to get a cup of coffee. This had to end. Not only was your working relationship affected by the divide between you and Sonny so was your personal relationship. Despite all that happened you still wanted to be friends with Sonny.
While you waited for Sonny to exit Liv’s office you poured two cups of coffee. Maybe you could get a couple of minutes of Sonny’s time and clear the air. A couple of minutes later Sonny came back out to the squad room and gave the room a quick once over before walking to the elevators.
“Sonny, wait,” you called out to him. You quickly but carefully made an attempt to catch up with Sonny.
He turned his head toward your voice then thankfully stopped when he saw you carrying the steaming mugs of coffee. “What can I help you with?” he asked once you reached him. He took the cup of coffee you offered him.
“I was hoping we could talk,” you requested. “Do you have a few minutes?”
“Sure. I have an hour before my next arraignment,” he replied. Sonny took a sip of the squad room coffee and wrinkled his nose. “Let’s go get a decent cup of coffee.” He threw the paper cup full of coffee into the waste bin and you followed suit.
Several minutes later you were in front of a local coffee shop. Sonny opened the door for you and then placed a hand on the small of your back as you made your way to a table.
“Grab a table and I’ll order,” Sonny said. “Want your usual?”
“Yes. Please,” you said with a smile.
You sat at a two-seat high-top table and watched as Sonny stood in line and ordered. As you waited your phone buzzed with a text.
It was Peter. ‘I have tickets to the ballet tomorrow. I’d love for you to join me. Show is at 7:30pm. We can go to dinner beforehand.’
Peter remembered that you adored ballet. The grace, poise, and talent that the dancers possess left you in awe. It was your dream to be a ballerina when you were little but you were short and curvy; the opposite of the traditional body type for the profession. Plus you had weak ankles. You did have a passion for dance and took every class you could from kindergarten through to high school.
You typed out numerous replies but erased all of them and placed your phone back into your pocket. It was something you would have to think about. As much as you wanted to go you would have to think about it. After Sonny came to your place you and Peter sat down and talked about your relationship. This time you weren’t going to jump into a relationship with Peter and believe all the promises he made. This time he would have to prove himself.
Sonny placed a cup in front of you and then took the seat opposite of you. “Got you a danish too,” he said flatly. He knew baked goods were your weakness.
“Thank you.” You looked up at Sonny and smiled and then took a measured sip from the ceramic mug. “This is definitely better coffee than at the station,” you affirmed.
“It’s drip coffee. Takes a bit longer but when something is good it’s worth the wait,” Sonny said, his eyes not leaving yours. “So, you wanted to talk?” he asked after a couple of minutes of silence.
“Uh, look. I know what your thoughts and feelings are about Peter and me. To be truthful I have my doubts too but Peter he’s-”
“He’s changed,” Sonny interrupted. “He knows he messed up in the past but now he’s ready for a commitment. All he wants to do is make you happy and love you because you deserve the world. And he will do whatever it takes and will wait forever for you,” Sonny snarked. He pursed his lips together.
Your eyes narrowed at Sonny. “Well, actually I was going to say Peter is… you know what? I came here because I wanted to, I don’t know, I wanted to clear things up. Maybe be friends. At least have a civil working relationship but clearly, you’re not ready for that.”
“I think I struck a nerve.” Sonny leaned back in his chair. “How many times has he made promises like that after he’s cheated or somehow hurt you?”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” you snipped. “Peter is a good man.” While Sonny was right about the cheating it was during a time you and Peter essentially broke up. And it was just once as far as you knew. You furrowed your brow at the thought.
Sonny smirked. “I saw him in action when he worked as an ADA. Multiple women, excess drinking, and wasn’t he accused of rape? Yeah, a real stand-up guy.”
“Okay. I’m done,” you announced as you stood up quickly. “You obviously have no intention of working things out.” Before turning to leave you threw money on the table for both coffees. “By the way, the coffee was horrible.”
“I never stood a chance, did I?” he asked in a softer voice.
His question caught you off guard. “That’s the sad part- you did once,” you answered and then left.
Throughout the rest of the day, your mind kept returning to the conversation you had with Sonny. The audacity he had to bring up Peter’s rape accusation. Peter was the one to insist the investigation be open to prove he was innocent. The truth came out that it was one of Peter’s friends and teammates.
Peter had truly changed over the last three years. He owned up to his mistakes and shortcomings. Peter sought help to deal with his guilt over the loss of Pam and the strained relationship he had with his father prior to Ben's passing. There was a lot to unbox and he was still working through things.
Later in the afternoon, Peter called to ask you to watch the Cubs vs Mets game at his place and you firmed up plans for the ballet the next evening. Your mind kept going back to the disaster that was the conversation with Sonny. Finally, at 5 PM you headed for the elevator.
Just as the doors were closing someone put their hand out to stop the doors from closing. You were expecting to see a fellow detective or officer trying to leave and start their weekend like you were. You huffed out a sigh when it was Sonny who entered the elevator and stood beside you.
“Sonny, I am really not in the mood,” you snapped.
“I wasn’t done talking,” Sonny said. He pushed the floor-up button before you could press the down button.
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Do you want to berate me for my decisions or do you want to demonize Peter more?”
Sonny pressed his lips into a thin line. “Neither.” Sonny pushed you against the wall of the elevator then pinned your hands above your head causing your breath to catch. His breath was hot on your skin. His lips crushed into yours and it felt like your body went up in flames.
For a moment you let your body melt into Sonny’s. It felt so good to have his body pressed against yours. Flashes of the times you and Sonny made love went through your mind. He made you feel sexy and beautiful but now you were just feral. You needed this man. Now. Then you remembered that you were in an elevator at work and that Peter was waiting for you.
“Stop. I can’t,” you breathed pushing Sonny away. The guilt sank in immediately. Even though you weren’t exclusive with Peter you were still together, sort of and you remembered the hurt Peter caused when he cheated.
Sonny stepped back. “I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-” He was cut off by the elevator doors sliding open. Sonny walked out quickly without saying anything or looking back.
The elevator dinged again signaling the closing of the doors. You shook your head to clear your thoughts and caught the doors before they closed. Once you were outside you spotted Peter waiting for you. “Peter? What are you doing here?” you asked and then snaked your arms around him. Immediately you relaxed and let out a heavy sigh.
“I just couldn’t wait to see you,” he replied. Peter wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. “Are you okay?”
“Just a weird day,” you mumbled into his chest.
Peter leaned back and tilted your chin up. “Want to talk about it?”
“Not right now,” you answered. There was a decision you had to make and it wasn’t whether or not to tell Peter about the kiss with Sonny. You would for sure tell him. It was time to decide between Peter and Sonny. Although once you tell Peter about what happened with Sonny he might make the decision for you.
Thanks to @misscharlielulu for the prompt- "I never stood a chance, did I?"
You know I adore Sonny but reading your autumn series again, gosh he bugs me sometimes in the best way if that make sense... especially when they have broken up. Like it makes him more human not so perfect bf/partner all the time.
I absolutely understand. I try to write Sonny and the other characters as real as possible.
hello, how are you? I hope you have been well. So sorry to bother you but I had a question about the one night stand series....
So in the chapter where she confront Sonny after she is going over her testimony, she says “Funny, that’s what my ex said when I caught him cheating".
Okay, maybe I've spent too much thinking, but is this Stone? He is her ex, back into her life, trying to make start their relationship to a degree. Well he is, she might back with him because was comfortable and safe. Despite what ever occurred for them to initially break up. She knows what she gets with Stone.
Unlike Sonny who she just had a one night stand with and appears like she caught these feelings for. She's not sticking around to get heartbroken again.
Sorry not sorry I have read this series a few times now and keep having these random questions and thoughts.
For sure it is Stone that is the cheating ex. He's a dog but the reader always sees the best in people and believes that people can change. And who knows, maybe this will be the turning point for Peter to be a better person and truly change.
The reader absolutely caught feelings for Sonny. But she's still convinced that he still has feelings for Amanda so she's gun shy to have a relationship with him.
I'm still unsure how this series will turn out, and who the reader will end up with (maybe it won't be Sonny or Peter).
Extremely displeased to announce I just opened my writing doc to find the fic has not yet written itself. Will check back in tomorrow to see if it’s made any progress
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