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Domaro rights !
Title: Bring Order to the Whole
Author: sarahcakes613
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1,422
Tags: Rafael Barba/Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr., Rafael Barba, Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr., Olivia Benson/William Dodds, Nick Amaro/Mike Dodds, Olivia Benson, William Dodds, Nick Amaro, Mike Dodds, brief Olivia Benson/Nick Amaro, Awkward Tension, Meeting the Parents, Double Dating
Summary: Sonny and Rafael are waiters at Sonny's family's restaurant, which means they get a front seat to the love lives of their patrons.
Sometimes, that translates to getting to watch as a father and son learn they're dating people who used to date each other.
Comments: Rafael and Sonny are witnesses to some wonderful ~drama~ between four people and *pauses to count* three couples? Two and a half? Either way, I'm here for all of it, especially when sarahcakes is the one writing it! The dialogue, the scenes, the TENSION *chef's kiss* what a blessing of a fic.
“All my choices lead me to you.” And domaro Please
The last time Mike saw Nick was in the hospital. In those days, Nick wasn’t ready for anyone to know about his sexuality- Mike’s still there himself, so it’s not like he blames him, but it meant that he wasn’t at the goodbye party, and he didn’t get to help Nick pack up his apartment, and he absolutely never got the closure he needed.
It’s on his mind every single day for a year until he gets shot in the stomach by Gary Munson, and he gets the chance to run far and fast. The second he can, he checks himself out, tells his father to go fuck himself, and drains his savings account to fly out to California and buy himself a nice little home near the beach in one of those small cities no one goes to, not even for vacations. It’s a peaceful place to go, and he’s happy when he gets himself a job at the little grocery store to buy more furniture than the mattress on his floor, and more food than the bread and peanut butter he’s lived off of for a week.
On his fifth day of work, a little girl runs up to him and grabs his shirt. “Mr. Rhodes, Mr. Rhodes-” she drops it the moment she sees his face. “Oh. ‘m sorry, I thought you were- I’m Zara. What’s your name?”
It hurts that she doesn’t recognize him, but she’s still young and it’s been a long time. He recognizes her, though. The name is unique, and she has Nick’s eyes. “My name is Mike. Where’s your dad, Zara?”
“Daddy!”
A moment later, Nick rounds the corner and walks down the aisle, a basket full of food hanging off one arm, his free hand balancing himself onM a cane. “Zara, sweetheart, I’ve told you not to run off-”
“Hi.”
“Mikey?”
Mike’s chest itches. “Uh. Yeah. I moved out here a month ago, I didn’t know- I thought you moved to LA to try again with Maria.”
“Yeah, but it uh, it didn’t work out. Stuff happened, and I got custody of Zara. We came out here, just bought our house a few months ago. Seems all my choices lead me to you, right?”
Mike laughs a little and returns to his task of stocking the shelves with some kind of crackers that Zara loved in New York, and seems to love just as much now. She definitely wasn’t afraid to run over here, or start talking to Mr. Rhodes, the owner of the grocery store. They don’t look much alike, but to a little girl, he supposes he can understand the mix up.
“Are you special like Mr. Rhodes?” Zara asks.
“What?”
Nick looks to the left, the way he always does when he’s nervous. “Zara, why don’t you go over to Eleanor’s counter and pick out a cake?”
She runs toward the bakery section, in spite of Nick’s reminder to use walking feet, and the second she’s gone Nick sighs. “Listen, I-”
“What did she mean?”
“Connor and I, we’ve been seeing each other. He comes around a lot, and basically we told Zara we’re special friends. I don’t wanna upset her, so soon after Maria-”
“So you started over with someone else before you thought of calling me?”
Nick looks smaller than he ever has. “It’s been a long time, and things just kinda happened- we didn’t mean to.”
“It’s fine. Just- just- you finish your shopping.”
Mike doesn’t mean it. Nick probably knows that. But he walks away anyways, the off-beat click of his cane and his work boots with the sole inserts echoing in Mike’s ears, and when his voice carries across the linoleum when he asks Zara what she chose.
SOMETIMES WORDS ARE NECESSARY
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26326105
Sonny, after a year spent with Rafael, can't help but doubt their relationship, especially when he sees the complicity of Rafael and Mike, his best friend. He convinces Rita, his best friend, to go spy on the two friends, and a misunderstanding ensues that will make Rafael realize that sometimes words are necessary...
“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you don’t think I can see you.” With domaro please
The thing about the barista at Nick’s favorite coffee shop is that he’s painfully shy. His blond coworker, Sonny, takes orders and talks to customers and calls Zara “milady” in a thick Staten accent when she orders hot chocolate on cold days after school. But it’s Mike, the quiet one with a thick scar on the palm of his hand, who makes the drinks and hands them to Nick with a small smile.
There’s beauty to him, and a story the writer in Nick wants to uncover. Every time he’s idle, he gets this faraway look in his eyes. It’s impossible to tell whether he’s surrounded with good memories or drowning in bad ones. Whichever, Nick wants to kiss Mike from his thoughts when he gets lost in his mind like that.
He’s buried in that idea when someone clears their throat and he looks up to see Sonny smiling at him. “Hey. I uh, I noticed the way you look at Mike,” he starts, glancing over his shoulder at him with a fondness. “He doesn’t see it, but I do, and listen. Mike, he’s...”
“Straight?” Nick deadpans.
“What? No! No, not in the slightest. He’s straight as a rainbow. But as you mighta noticed, he’s pretty shy. So if you just ask him out all of a sudden, it’ll scare him. Just- he really likes lilies, okay? Maybe, if you like him, bring some? It’s a good start, and he deserves to be happy.”
Something in Sonny’s voice becomes sad, bitter, longing. Nick gets the feeling there’s more between the two than he knows, but instead of asking he just nods and says his thanks.
‘ i’m better off alone . ’ and domaro please
This is better, Mike thinks. Easier. He’s better off alone once the sun rises and lays waste to the stains of the night before because they’re always too tired to clean up. There’s no awkward morning after, no wondering if it will ever happen again because he knows it will.
He stretches slowly as he pushes away the sheets. Nick isn’t still here, arm thrown over Mike’s waist. He’s alone. This is what he wants, what he prefers, he tells himself as he stumbles out of bed in search for something to tame his hangover from filling himself with as much liquor as possible to avoid begging Nick to stay.
Mike doesn’t allow himself to pay attention to a forgotten pair of torn briefs laying on his bedroom floor. He doesn’t check the goodbye text Nick always types him before leaving in the grey light near dawn. He doesn’t dare look at anything that might incline him to call Nick and ask for more than drunken sex both of them say means nothing.
He’s better off alone.
'Every scar is a story' Domaro
Didn’t use the dialogue but it’s the premise of this fill //
“Where did this one come from?”
Mike’s voice catches in his throat before he even starts talking. Some of the stories behind the marks on his body are too painful to recount, or he’s repressed the memory, but he wants to share the things he can with Nick because he loves and trusts him more than anyone else in the world.
But Nick is patient and won’t push him to talk about it before he’s ready, just lays there beside him and drags his fingertips over the raised line across Mike’s palm.
“I was working narcotics for a while, before I made sergeant. I was undercover, and there was this whole initiation thing. I wouldn’t do their drugs, so they got suspicious, and wound up doing some sort of blood pact. But you know, because they were drug dealers and dramatic, it wasn’t a clean cut. It got infected and my captain was pissed when the op ended because it was really ugly.”
“I’m glad you’re okay.”
Nick lifts Mike’s hand to his lips and kisses over the scar.
“I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.” And domaro please
Mike’s used to the way Nick kisses him. Soft. Like he’s precious and worth loving, with warmth and the comfort of being held.
Well, not used to it. But not as afraid of it as he used to be, when he didn’t understand how it felt to be truly loved or cared for. Now he’s not frozen in fear when Nick’s lips are soft against his own, and then his jaw and neck. And the fact that it’s not just kissing, that Nick is holding his hand and being mindful of the scar on the side of Mike’s neck that he still gets jumpy about.
He definitely doesn’t expect Nick’s hands slipping beneath the hem of his shirt. They’re warm, and careful, but Mike wasn’t prepared and immediately sits up, pressing himself against the headboard and closing his eyes to take deep breaths. He’s safe. Nick isn’t going to pressure him, Nick loves him, and even if they were to continue, Nick would never judge Mike for his scars.
“I’m sorry,” he says immediately. “I’m sorry, I- it’s stupid, I-”
Nick stops him by raising his palm and shaking his head. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I should’ve asked. Are you okay?”
“I’m okay. Can we kiss more?”
“How about we just relax? I’ll start dinner in a few.”
Somehow that makes Mike feel worse. “I didn’t mean to screw this up.”
“You didn’t screw anything up,” Nick says, taking Mike’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I just wanna make sure that you never feel like you have to do something you’re not ready for because of me. And that you know I think you’re beautiful, even if you don’t believe it. I’m here because I love you, not because I want to sleep with you. I promise.”