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[sonnysdoll]

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Prompt: “You’re slowly killing me.”

Soo @giraffe-puppy and I were talking about Sonny + spicy food and how adorable he’d be and I just had to write it out. She helped me w/ the plot line for this so give her a big thanks!

Pairing: Sonny Carisi x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning(s): none

Just a note - I made the food tofu bc I’m a vegetarian but feel free to imagine it as whatever you want it to be. Also, try to guess what detail in this happened to me in real life.

You and your fiancé Sonny were practically identical personality wise. You shared the same interests and passions, and rarely disagreed or argued about anything. The biggest, and most notable difference between you two was food. You both were huge foodies, but he was an amazing cook and you once broke a toaster trying to put a frozen pizza in it. Sonny never minded your kitchen clumsiness. It just gave him an excuse to cook for you as much as he possibly could when he had time off. Besides your skills, you and Sonny’s tastes differed. He loved more mild dishes and while you did too, you loved your spicy food. There was nothing better to you than digging into food smothered in hot sauce and peppers. Sonny wasn’t nearly as keen, but he caved one exceptionally tired night and let you order a platter of spicy tofu for you both from the local Chinese takeout.

“Mmm,” you groaned, halfway done with your plate. You picked up another piece of the cube-sliced protein with your chopsticks and swirled it in sauce before plopping it into your mouth. You’d been eating the tofu like it barely had a kick to it, but it was one of the spiciest things on the menu and it made even your eyes sting a little. Sonny, on the other hand, was clearly suffering.

He slowly took another piece from his barely-touched plate, and put it in his mouth. You could tell he was chewing slowly as to not get too much spice at once, but the method wasn’t working. His face, neck, and the bit of chest peaking out from his v-neck had been progressively getting redder with each piece of the food he ate. If that wasn’t enough, the constant clearing of his throat, gulps of water after every bite, and slight sheen of sweat on his forehead were enough to tell you he wasn’t enjoying his meal as much as you were.

You kept eating and making brief conversation for another couple of minutes until you finished your food, looking over at Sonny’s plate to see it almost halfway done. But his watery eyes that glanced up at you and his swollen, parted lips were enough to tell you that he was done.

“You’re slowly killing me,” he let out a short chuckle before running a hand over his face.

“Milk?” You suggested, and he nodded through his slight panting. You grabbed his now-empty water glass and walked into the kitchen, taking the milk from the refrigerator. You poured a glass for Sonny before returning the milk to its place and walking over to the dining room table, handing him the glass which he drank in three gulps.

“Thanks, doll.” He said through an exhale, making eye contact with you and sharing a small smile. You smiled back sympathetically before grabbing both of your glasses and stacking your plates.

“I’ll load up the dishwasher. Go pick something on TV for us to watch, my poor baby.” You stood up and pressed a kiss to his damp forehead and ran a hand through his hair, lightly pinching his cheek with a grin. He smiled back, more genuine than before, and nodded. You picked up the plates and went into the kitchen, placing them and the glasses on the counter and opening the dishwasher.

After loading the dishes and turning the dishwasher on, you went to the living room, expecting to see Sonny sitting on the couch. When he wasn’t there and the TV was still off, with the remote where you’d placed it hours ago, you’d concluded he never even went into the living room after you left him at the table.

“Sonny?” you called, confused.

“In the bathroom!” He yelled back. You padded over to the master bathroom, placing a hand on the closed door.

“You okay in there?” You asked in a soft and soothing voice.

“Yup,” he groaned, followed by a grunt. You furrowed your eyebrows, realizing that the food has taken much more of a toll on him than you’d originally thought.

“Need anything, babe? A cool towel?” You prodded again in the same tone. He hadn’t answered for a couple moments and you were about to ask again before he spoke.

“Maybe just some pepto bismol would be nice,” he suggested, adding a beat later, “please.”

“Of course. I’ll be right back.” You grabbed the medicine from a cabinet and made your way back to the door, lightly knocking on it. The door lightly cracked open and Sonny’s hand stuck out. You placed the pink bottle and before he could shut the door again you wrapped your hand around his wrist.

“I’ll be in bed if you need me, my love.” His tense form relaxed and he moved to show his face and nodded. You let go of his wrist and he shut the door. You made your way to your closet and changed into a tank top and shorts, moving to plop onto the bed. Sitting with your back against the headboard, you decided to flip through a magazine you’d left on the nightstand earlier in the week.

About ten minutes later, Sonny had appeared in your room and shed his white t-shirt, placing it into the laundry basket before crawling into bed with you and wrapping his arms around your midsection. You placed the magazine back on the nightstand and slid down the bed so Sonny’s head laid on your chest. You toyed with his hair, enjoying the softness under the pads of your fingers. He relaxed even further into you before tightening his grip for a split second and letting out a soft whimper.

“Stomach cramp?” You whispered and he’d nodded, causing you to frown. “I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault.” he mumbled into you. “Just can’t handle it.”

You hummed in agreement and rubbed one hand up and down his back as he felt another cramp.

“No more spicy food anytime soon then?” You joked. He chuckled, wincing at the extra pressure the action took on his sensitive stomach.

“No more spicy food, at least not for me.” You went back to playing with his hair and he started tracing circles and random shapes where his arm was slung across your body. You two stayed in that position for hours, you helping him ride out his cramps until both of you fell into a deep sleep, feeling content in each other’s arms.

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