i’ve been wanting to feel the angst lately! i saw your fic where the reader got shot instead of barba and i was wondering if you could do the same but exclusively for sonny and the reader doesn’t survive? how he would feel at the moment and after he got the news that you died? i’m not sure if you already did it, and i’m willing to wait! it’s ok if you can’t get to it. thank you! :)
The glow of the morning sun was streaming through your shared apartment as Sonny Carisi finished making you a steamy plate of french toast. He slid the bread off the pan and onto your expectant plate as you observed how the rays of sun made his blonde hair glow with veins and rivers of gold.
“Thank you baby.” You cooed, still in a state of bliss from this mornings “extra curricular activities” you two had gotten up to in the shower.
Sonny leaned onto the kitchen bar with his forearms and watched almost dreamily as you took a bite of his cooking. Your eyes rolled shut at the perfect balance of cinnamon and sugar that coated and mingled with the fibers of the toast.
“I know…I should’a been a chef.” He grins and watches as you nod, swallowing before making a move for another bite.
As you lift the toast towards your mouth Sonny bites deeply into the still warm slice and nearly rips it from your grip with his teeth.
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