Could I ask for a fic where Sonny and the reader are best friends and the reader is head over heels for Peter but Peter thinks the reader likes Sonny

“Sonny. Hey,” you waved and called to your friend. It had been a couple months since you saw your oldest friend. Sonny had been the only person to befriend you when your family moved to Staten Island from Ohio the summer before freshman year of high school.

“Hey, doll. “ Sonny enveloped you in a hug. “Sorry, I’m late.”

“No worries. Just glad to see you.” You returned his hug.

Sonny released you then turned. “Y/N, this Peter Stone. Peter, this is Y/F/N Y/L/N. My best friend since high school.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N. Hope I’m not intruding.” Peter offered a hand which you accepted.

“Yes-no. I mean,” you took a deep breath. “You’re not intruding. NIce to meet you too.”

Sonny smirked when he saw you blush. “C’mon. Let’s see if our table is ready.” Sonny put an arm around your shoulders when you punched him playfully on the arm.

The next morning you were standing in line waiting for coffee when you heard someone say your name. “Y/N?”

When you turned Peter was standing behind you. “Peter. Hi. Long time no see,” you smiled up at him. God, he was gorgeous and you were a mess. Yoga pants, hoodie, hair in a messy bun and no makeup.

He chuckled. “Thanks again for letting me tag along with you and Sonny for dinner last night. It’s hard meeting new people.”

“I agree. I remember what it’s like being the new kid. So does Sonny. He’s good people.”

“Order for Y/N,” the barista called.

“Drinking heavy this morning,” Peter teased and nodded at the two coffees.

“Something like that. I better go,” you answered. “I’ll see ya.”

“Hey, Sonny. I’m back,” you called through your apartment.

“About time. Faucet is fixed. What took so long?” Sonny entered the living room from the kitchen.

“Thanks. Here are your coffee and muffin as promised. I ran into Peter at the coffee shop.” You could feel the blush creep across your cheeks. “So what do you know about him? Does he live around here.”

“I know that look. It’s the same one you had when you liked Vinnie Marco junior year. You like him,” Sonny said with a grin. He accepted the coffee.

“‘You hungry? I’m starving.” You walked past Sonny.

“Oh no. Don’t change the subject,” Sonny followed you to the kitchen.

“Okay fine. I like him.” When you turned Sonny was sipping his coffee with a satisfied look on his face. “I hate it when you’re right you know that.”

“You should be used to it by now,” Sonny quipped.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah. Yeah. Now. You gonna me get those digits?”

Peter was sitting at the bar when you entered the restaurant. He rose from his stool and greeted you with a hug. “You look lovely. Table won’t be ready for a bit. Want to get a drink?”

“Thanks. So do you, I mean, you look nice. A drink sounds good.” Peter offered you his arm and you slipped your arm through his.

After you got drinks you and Peter settled into an easy conversation. “To be honest, I was surprised when Sonny gave me your number.”

You raised a brow and took a sip of your bourbon. “Really. Why is that?”

“Well, you and Sonny seem…close. I thought you liked-”

“Me and Sonny?” You laughed. “I’m sorry. It’s just…Sonny is like a brother to me.”

“That’s what I was hoping you would say,” Peter grinned.

“doesn’t my love mean anything?” + stodds

transdodds:

Mike looked down at the duffel bag sat on the bed, looking through it’s contents one last time. At first it looked fairly standard, just a few days changes of clothes, but then there was the phone with only one number in it, and the id card with his face but another mans name, and the half empty pack of cigarettes, a brand he had never smoked and probably never would. With a sigh he zipped the bag closed, there was nothing more to add, no way to stall what was coming.

Mike walked out into the living room, and Peter didn’t even bother to look up from his book. Mike knew he was mad, the argument they had had two days ago, and then again last night, making that very clear. But he had still hoped for some degree of acknowledgement, he needed something, some kind of comfort to get him through the next few weeks, more likely the next few months.

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carisi-dreams:

honeycarisi:

Concept: Nick Amaro painting a previously empty room in his and Sonny’s house a pale mint color. He’s singing to himself and resisting the urge to pull up his low riding sweatpants because there’s paint on his hands, taking care to make the coat as even and pretty as possible because it needs to be perfect. Through the open window, sunlight warms his skin and glints off his diamond earring, keeping the room just shy of too hot to work. Sonny’s on a water break from the fumes, one that’s going to last for, but Nick doesn’t mind. He’s just excited for their baby to come home.

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