MotorcycleClub!AU [mc!au] // Read Sonny Carisi HERE
*italicized posts are the most recent addition(s)
**includes the Veronica/Razor storyline
Nick Amaro (cast)
House Party (HS origin)
Matching Tattoos (HS origin)
Still have time (HS origin)
Reconnecting
First date | part 2 | apology
Running into Lawrence
The note | scuffle with Razor | confronting you | morning after
Feeling about Lawrence
Going places
Warehouse
Trouble with the AB [part 2]
Phonecall | meeting | conversation
Run in with Cassie | part 2
Hand fits in mine
Meeting with Diego
Phonecall with Fin
My job to protect you
Dressed up to meet Fin | meeting with Fin
Nick & Cassie
Who could do this?
Nick injured
Burning bridges with Lawrence
Club business
Just a dream
Becoming his old lady
Necklace
Nick says I love you | how I feel
Lock the door | part 2
Not allowed to help Joey | Joey’s mom [apology]
Change
Mixer
The collar | hallway
Not a suggestion (NSFW)
Lockdown | part 2 | part 3
Fight with Sonny | Make love to me | next morning
Blowing off steam
Razor & Veronica
Fingering Nick (NSFW)
ladies interlude | shouldn’t have gotten involved
Beautiful
What’s so funny?
That’s an order
Retribution
Bad people?
Bonfire
Future | Proposal | Checking in
Asking Nick
There’s a rat | trouble with the AB
Cartel | Worthy | Escort | Maria | New
Conversation with Cesaria
Cartel makes contact | demands | rescue | let it out | shaking up the club | aftermath | man down pt 1 // pt.2 | smarter not harder | old ladies aftermath
Leaving | Where were you? | no right way | boundaries | Can I touch you? | I’m in love with her | Riled up
How we used to be
Like a king
How they work
Cookies and bad news
Promise there’s an us | didn't ask for this
Home | Tells
Plant stand
Christmas
Razor (MC!AU)
Razor & Veronica
Fixing her cabinets
First date
20 years
Leaving the club
Defending Veronica
Taking care of Kevin
Morning after
Love this business
Introspection
Mine
You think this troubles me?
Gingerbread zombies
Christmas sweaters
Lifetime
no right way | occupying time | boundaries | please talk to me
From the Fall Prompt List, will you please do sitting by a bonfire with mc!Nick x reader? Love this au and couple.
The crackling fire sent tiny embers into the darkening sky and as the temperature began to drop you cuddled closer into Nick’s side. His kutte was body warm and buttery under your ear and within a moment a blanket was being offered to you by one of the prospects. You caught the quick head jerk from Nick as you straightened up and his eyes shifted from the prospect to you as he unfolded the blanket and wrapped it loosely around your shoulders.
“This is nice,” you murmured, almost afraid to speak the words aloud. It felt like if you gave words to how nice this was then something would come crashing in and ruin the moment.
“Yeah. We used to do this more. Before…” Nick’s voice trailed off, but you filled in the blanks mentally yourself. Before. “It’s something we need to get back to. At the end of the day, this club is about family, loyalty, protection.”
“What, you don’t think parties at the club house invoke the same feeling?” you teased a little. He shifted his arm around you and squeezed slightly in retaliation, pulling a giggle from you.
“This is a little more family friendly, at the very least,” he replied in a dry tone.
There were some kids around, running around the clearing and playing what appeared to be an elaborate game of tag. Someone else had pulled out a guitar and was strumming a never ending song full of notes that danced as much as the flames. You hadn’t known what to expect when Nick told you the club was holding a bonfire on Friday, but this exceeded even your wildest half thought. It was warm and familial, loud of course, but none of the typical sloppiness that leaked from a night in the club house on a weekend. Or a weekday, to be honest, depending on what was going on at the time.
“Did you do a lot of these growing up, too?”
“Once a month when Samuel was president,” Nick answered quietly. He shifted again and you regretted saying anything. Samuel was still a sore point.
“Next time we’ll have to bring marshmallows,” you said lightly.
At that Nick chuckled and you could hear the sound of his beard on leather as he shook his head.
“Don’t know about all that, my love. We are still a motorcycle club.”
“Motorcycle clubs don’t like s’mores?”
“I’ll get you a bag and we can roast some at the house,” he promised in lieu of answering.
You pouted a little and he tilted your chin up for a kiss.
“I’ll even spring for the fancy graham crackers.”
“And the fancy chocolate,” you added immediately with a smile and another kiss.
Can you do - "shh, it's ok. It was just a dream" with mc!Nick x Reader A, please?
if you head to the mc!au masterlist with nick, this comes relatively early on between ‘club business’ and ‘becoming his old lady.’ figured we could use a bit more of what they were like before all of the shit hit the fan, eh?
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You cried out and jerked, tumbling between slumber and wakefulness abruptly with a gasp as you half sat up in the bed. The first thing you noticed was the darkness of the room and your heart continued to hammer as the vestiges of the nightmare clung onto you. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly and propped yourself up in with one arm. With your free hand you scrubbed over your face and concentrated on your breathing and the sounds of the house. It was the middle of the night, but you could still make out the hum of the air conditioner and the sound of crickets outside the window. They helped ground you back to reality and you slowed your breathing incrementally.
“Hey.”
The word was spoken quietly and gently, but you startled and gasped again, pulling away from Nick’s hand instinctively before you allowed yourself to relax into his grip. His touch on your arm was hesitant and he made to back off, but you sagged into him before he could.
“Sorry,” you whispered. You cleared your throat and shook your head at yourself. His skin was warm under your forehead and you used that to ground you even further.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Nick soothed as he brought his hand back up to his arm. He began a slow sweep up you arm and then down your back. “It was just a dream.”
“Nightmare,” you mumbled into his chest.
You’d been having it more frequently. It was difficult to remember the substance of it, but you knew it had something to do with Nick being injured. Him being shot had sent you into a tailspin of realization how real all of this club stuff was. It wasn’t just loud bikes and leather and Lawrence being a dick, what Nick was involved in—lead—was dangerous. Part of that reality check made you want to pull away and the other part had you clinging on for dear life.
“Want to talk about it?” He continued in his steady sweeps along your skin. “Always makes me feel better, the times I talk about it.”
You sucked in a shaky breath and exhaled slowly. “It’s about you.” Nick stiffened under you and you pushed him back into the bed in order for you to lay across his chest. He wrapped his arms around you tentatively and he wrapped your own around him in a tight grip. “About you getting hurt.”
He hummed, but didn’t say anything at first.
“I’m not going anywhere, princesa,” he settled on finally.
You made a disgruntled noise and picked your head up to try to look him in the eye. He was looking down at you steadily, no hint of concern or uncertainty in his expression.
“I don’t want to lose you.” Your voice cracked and you bit your lip hard. Nick brought up a hand to your face and dragged his thumb across your cheek. “Okay? Just—take care of yourself, please. For me?”
He drew you closer to his face and pressed a kiss to your forehead. His stubble scratched across your skin and you screwed your face up a little in the hint of a smile.
“I will. Don’t have plans for going anywhere,” he reassured you quietly. “Come on, go back to sleep. Promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”
You pulled back to look at him again.
“Promise?”
You squirmed up for a proper kiss and he framed your face as he brought his lips to yours.
“Promise.” Another kiss. “I’ll even make you breakfast in the morning.”
“Waffles?” you asked with a tile of your head and another smile.
“Waffles, eggs, bacon.” He punctuated each item with a kiss. “Lay back down and let me hold you until you go to sleep. Sweet dreams only and then breakfast in bed when you wake up. I’ll take care of you.” He tugged you down into a sleeping position and wrapped his arms around you. Another kiss dropped to the top of your head before he adjusted the sheets around you. “I promise.”
Will you do "Honey, there is no right way" or "I will not ask and neither should you" from the Hozier prompt list, whichever works better, for mc!Nick x Reader please? I need to know more about their break after the trauma Reader A experienced. The assault and aftermath of being afraid to be around Nick was so raw and heartbreaking, but so well written.
thank you! this goes…nowhere, but it does layer on the angst, so there’s that?
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The two of you were wrapped up in conversation. That’s the only reason you startled when suddenly a deep voice was calling your name and reaching for you. The basket swinging in your hand flew up as you flinched back and you watched a bag of lettuce fall to the ground with a crunch of plastic on linoleum. Veronica cut her sentence off and reached for you slowly, but you shook her off and pasted a smile on your face.
“Nick.” He was bent over to pick up your bag of salad and he offered it to you, movements slow and measured like you were a predator and he was the prey. It almost made you want to laugh. “Sorry,” you took the bag from him as your smile melted into something more genuine and grateful, “didn’t see you.”
He waved away your apology and offered you a small smile. It was awkward for a moment that stretched uncomfortably under the fluorescent lighting.
“My fault.” He cleared his throat and gestured to himself and Razor with a rueful smile. “We got sick of junk.”
That explained the grocery shopping, kinda. It was a bit weird that they were shopping for themselves rather than making a prospect or craneas do it. Even more strange was the fact that they had nothing in their hands other than a bag of chips you recognized from the end cap of the aisle you and Veronica were currently on, but you decided to let that thought go. If you held onto the reason they may have spotted Veronica’s car in the parking lot and decided on a whim to check up on the two of you, the reason everything was strained and weird and stilted, the reason you flinched so hard you nearly upended your basket of groceries at a voice that was more than familiar, you were afraid your carefully maintained equilibrium would be upended. The darkness lurking at the edges of the box you had shoved deep inside of you had a lot more to upend than a bag of salad.
“Not me,” Razor finally chimed in.
His grin was the same, wide and slightly mischievous, but you didn’t miss how his eyes kept sliding over Veronica’s face desperately. They were also doing some kind of weird dance that you didn’t have the space to try to figure out. Veronica swore they hadn’t broken up, but you’d seen a less of Razor since you began staying with her and heard even less. More than that, Veronica seemed subdued and always lost into thought. The vibe in the apartment was like the walking dead, but you two did the best to pretend it wasn’t as bad as it was. You were supposed to be doing some grocery shopping, junk food included, to have a movie night tonight. Neither of you had the energy or desire to leave the apartment for the usual Friday night antics at the club house.
“Here, let me get this.” When Razor reached for Veronica’s basket she allowed him to take it easily enough, even though she protested audibly.
“I can carry my own—”
“Let me carry it for you, hmm?” Razor’s eyes flickered over her face in that same desperate way and Veronica sighed. “I carry, you toss things in. The perfect team.”
She took a cautious step in his direction, looking over her shoulder at you. You nodded and shot her a faint smile. At the acknowledgement she bit her lip, hesitated, then turned and began walking in the direction the two of you had been on before being interrupted. Maybe they were still together, you thought as you watched Razor’s hand snake out and intertwine their fingers. You caught a glimpse of something on her face before they turned at the end of the aisle.
“So, how are you—”
“How’s the—”
The two of you laughed awkwardly and you shifted on your feet and gestured for him to go first.
“I don’t know the right way to do this,” Nick admitted with another rueful look before he pulled at his kutte and dropped his gaze to his feet.
“Honey, there is no right way.” Your words were gentle, but you still watched as the line of his shoulders stiffened. The buzzing in your head intensified, or was that the fluorescent lights?
“I want you to come home,” Nick said quietly. He looked up from beneath his lashes. “Please. I miss you. It’s so empty, even with Razor staying over more often than not. I don’t even know what’s going on there—”
“I won’t ask and neither should you.”
“But, just say the word.” Nick took a step forward with a beseeching look on his face and you concentrated very hard on not pulling away. “I’ll come get you and you can come home. You can—we can stay in different rooms, but if you—”
“Nick.”
He closed his mouth and pressed his lips together so hard they went white. The taste of bile grew in the back of your mouth as you watched his face fall and then his mask fall back into place. Nonchalant. Removed. He took a step back and nodded.
“I’ll uh—“ he scratched the back of his neck and squinted into the distance before jerking his head to the beginning of the aisle. “I’ll be seeing you, okay? Just—just take care of yourself. If you need anything…”
He lets his words trail off and when you nodded and closed the gap between the two of you, kissed you roughly on the forehead and then strode away.
anon requested: Can we get "I'm so in love with her, I don't know what to do" with mc!Nick talking about Reader A, please? They need some fluff after such a horrible event.
“Well you’re the one that answered the phone…I already told you that it wasn’t an emergency…”
You shifted in the bed, turning over and spreading your hand out against the under you to your side. The other side of the bed was empty, even though the familiar voice coming from somewhere else in the house told you as much. You resisted coming fully awake, settling on your side and curling towards Nick’s empty side of the bed. You let yourself drift.
“Who else do I have to call? Give me a break, Sonny.”
His voice was hushed, but it wafted down the hallway clearly in the otherwise quiet house. You felt your forehead wrinkle, but you still resisted alertness.
“She was gone for so long. I didn’t even know if she was going to come back. Six weeks…” he paused and exhaled hard. “Six weeks is a long time.”
“Yeah, well. I think it’s easier to stay gone when you leave. You going to tell me you guys have never…? She’s never left? Almost left? Even after…”
There was a long pause.
“Shit. I’m sorry. No, don’t listen to me, I’m all wrapped up in my head. We both know her, if your girl wanted to leave, you’d know. Pay me no mind, man.”
Another pause.
“I’m so in love with her, I don’t know what to do…I think I made the right choices, the ones that keep her safe. Keep the club safe. Keep you safe. But—”
“I’m not sure. Hopefully, not. There was a mention of a year, maybe seven months and…I mean, I’m not eager to go to jail. If it’s what has to happen, though…”
A pause. By now you’re fully eavesdropping, turning to your back and slowly letting your eyes flutter open.
“I think so? I know I said before that I didn’t think she would, but after everything else…shit. She’ll probably welcome my absence.”
He chuckled darkly and you frowned and strained to hear better as your eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness of the room. There was only a sliver of pale moon in the sky tonight, a waning crescent, and it only barely brushed against the darkness of the room. Everything was a watery gray and it felt like you were existing between and outside reality.
“I know. You’re right, it’s just tough. I—uh…”
You pushed up to your hand, still groggy, but the most awake you would be at this hour.
“Nick?”
You called out for him and then listened to him curse under his breath. There was a rustling coming from the living room and then a whisper before he responded.
“Be right there. Getting some water. Want anything?”
“No. Just come back to bed.”
You fell back against the pillows and listened to him get up and walk into the kitchen. The refrigerator door opened and closed and then another door opened before you heard the gentle tinkling of glass against ice. A few moments later you heard the sound of the tap running and then it was another few seconds before you heard his steps begin towards the bedroom. It was a gentle slap of his soles on the hardwood, house creaking in places as he walked over certain floorboards.
They got louder the closer he got before pausing at the door. You allowed your head to turn over on the pillow to face his direction. In the darkness his expression was undecipherable. You made a small noise and he entered in completely. He climbed into the bed and set the glass down on his bedside table with a muffled noise after first raising it in your direction as offering. You shook your head no and noted how his usually very neat nightstand was now stacked with papers and a notebook. It was a habit he’d started recently, maybe influenced by Razor or even Sonny, and although you were curious as to what was inside of it, you resisted the urge to snoop. He’d tell you what, and when, he was ready.
“Y’okay?” you slurred, already partially back asleep.
You snugged your body up close to his and threw an arm around his bare waist. He was breathing shallowly under your cheek and you turned slightly to press a kiss to the closest bit of him that you could reach before you let your cheek resume it’s position. Nick exhaled shakily, but when you reach up a hand to press first to his cheek and then thumb across his cheekbone the skin was dry.
“Fine,” he rasped finally. “Just…thinking.”
You thought back to when you’d first returned back to his house—home—nearly a week ago. The expression on his face when he had unlocked the door was blank and for a moment you wondered if you’d made a huge mistake. Your grip on your keyring had tightened, keys digging into the skin after you’d gotten them out automatically and then decided to knock instead.
It was after a moment of you shifting your weight uncomfortably from foot to foot, suitcase beside you in a physical weighted reminder of the metaphorical weight in the gaping distance between you, that he’d roused himself. He had taken a step forward and then back, which pinged something weird in your mind that made you want to smile or throw up, as the shock bled onto his expression. He reached out and snagged your suitcase and pulled it over the threshold with a jerk of his head in your direction. You were barely through the door before he pulled you into his embrace and you were grateful. He smelled like leather and spicy aftershave and you buried your face in his collar, drinking him up. ‘Hello’ had seemed too trite, ‘I’m sorry’ was untrue and ‘I love you’ seemed out of place. Saying ‘I’m home’ had seemed too juvenile, this was not a teen soapy drama, so you settled on keeping your mouth shut a little longer.
The memory faded as he spoke again.
“I’m just so happy that you’re home.”
links to previous parts can be found on my AU Masterlist
anon requested: “I can’t do this without you.” With M.C.! Sonny please :)
this is Sonny’s perspective of the phone call he has with Nick in this fill
“Are you kidding? Do you know what time it is?”
Sonny felt barely awake as he half stumbled into the living room. He only narrowly missed running into the coffee table despite the fact that it had been in the same place for years.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t know that you were really going to take me staying on the line as consent to prattle on and on,” he said reproachfully.
He sat down and shifted on the couch with irritation. It was a cool night, not cold enough for them to need the heat on, but cold enough that he was getting chilly sitting on the couch. He huffed and grabbed the throw blanket off the back of the couch, settling in when it became apparent that the was going to be on the phone for a moment.
“Alright. Fine. I didn’t hang up did I?”
He was careful to keep his voice down. His fiancée wasn’t a light sleeper, but there was something about four in the morning that called for hushed tones and warm blankets. And his bed.
Nick spinning himself into circles over things that were resolved wasn’t new, but he had forgotten how much he tended to fixate. Losing touch with Nick over the years meant that the people they were now was worlds away from who they used to be. For a lot of different reasons. Still, every once in awhile someone would feel so achingly familiar that Sonny would feel like high school was just yesterday rather than over a decade ago.
“Yeah…it’s a long time. She came back, though,” Sonny reminded him as gently as he could.
Sonny sat up straighter and a frown creased his brows.
“Never what? Left? No, she’s never left. What the hell are you talking about? Why would you say that? Why would you bring that up?”
Sonny was aware that his voice was raising with each word, his body taut and grip on his phone tightened. His heart was racing in his chest and as the wind whistled around the house he felt an ominous weight.
“Pay you no—why would you even say that, Nick, huh?” Sonny raked a hand through his hair roughly. “Look, I know you’re hurting, but that was low. Even for you.”
A pause.
“Does that mean jail time?” he asked.
Another pause.
He sank back into the couch and scrubbed the same hand over his face now. Truth was, he was worn out. He was tired of putting out fires and reassuring people and being the bigger person. He needed a long vacation, far away from here with just his girl by his side. He needed peace.
“You have to do what you need to do to keep your club safe and to keep your girl safe. You have to take it on the chin,” Sonny reminded Nick wearily. “Do you think she’ll stick around through that?”
He waited for Nick’s response, then cut him off. “We both know that’s not true.”
He listened as Nick suddenly became muffled before coming back on the line and signing off quickly. Sonny let the phone drop into his lap, closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the arm of the chair. The wind still whistled and if on cue a shiver wracked his body. Time to get up and get back into bed. He was still exhausted, but now his brain was wired as his thoughts raced. What Nick had asked about his fiancée ever leaving him was beginning to burrow a hole into his thoughts like a worm in damp ground.
Sonny got to his feet suddenly, trying to interrupt his thoughts and avoid spiraling. The longer he sat on the couch by himself just thinking of nightmare scenarios, the worse it would get. He let the blanket fall back to the couch carelessly, took a step away, before sighing and grasping it. He made quick work of hastily folding it and dropping it back over the arm of the couch before turning on his heel and heading back to the bedroom. Even the floors were cool and he hurried to get back into his warm bed sooner.
His warm bed with his warm fiancée who had never left him and never would.
Probably.
He was careful with his movements when he reentered the bedroom and he took care to walk lightly. When he got to the bed he grasped the edge of the comforter and sheet and began peeling it back with care. He held his breath and had just gotten under the covers with a triumphant feeling before jumping out of his skin a moment later when she brushed up against him deliberately.
“What’re you doing?” Her voice was thick like honey with sleep.
When he looked over, her eyes were still closed, but there was an alertness to her face. In addition to the crease between her eyebrows the skin around her eyes had tightened. She screwed up her face dramatically as she wrapped an arm around him and pressed her face to his shoulder. There was a faint press of warm lips on cool skin and he felt a spread of warmth that radiated from that point outwards.
“Nothing. Go back to sleep,” Sonny whispered.
She snuffled and rubbed her face against his shoulder harder.
“Try again.” She spoke clearly this time.
He sighed and slid further down into the sheets, arranging his limbs and hers so that he could pull her into him properly.
“Nick.”
He knew he didn’t need to add anymore explanation. She hummed her understanding and he felt her body relax into his. He knew he should let her sleep, but he searched out her mouth to press a firm kiss to her lips. She breathed into the kiss and let him take the lead; he had to take special care to not devour her. He was suddenly voracious for every bit of her. Not even in a sexual way, just as a reassurance that she was here and solid and his.
“Have you ever wanted to leave me? Seriously? Not just, like, after fight or something…but honestly end things?” His words were low and muffled, spoken against her forehead.
He felt her tense as sleep was momentarily forgotten and he squeezed his eyes shut. Now was really not the time for this. He should let her sleep. She’d be there in the morning and no doubt in the light of day this conversation would seem ridiculous.
“Where is this—no.”
She paused and backtracked.
“Well…mostly no. I’d be lying if I said the thought had never passed my mind. There have been a time or two when I’ve thought about it.”
Sonny’s stomach churned and he grimaced at her words.
“But…y’know. I’m not going anywhere. We’re getting married in two months,” she reminded him.
He smiled faintly.
“Yeah, I know. Just, if you ever—” he found himself choking up and he had to clear his throat before going on. “There’s still time for you to change your mind. I can’t do this without you, but I’d never want you to feel trapped.”
It hurt to push the words out, but they were the truth. He never wanted her to feel trapped with him, trapped in this life or all that came with it. There was no way he could imagine doing half of what he did without her—being the MC president, running the parlor—but it would be worse if she stayed and resented him. He’d rather get shot again than imagine enduring the pain of that slow decay.
She leaned up to kiss him, pulling him out of his reverie. “Not going anywhere,” she breathed into his mouth. “Go to sleep. I’ll be here in the morning. And the morning after that…and the morning after that…and the morning…”
yay, this is so fun! so, I thought I'd give you the director's commentary of the below snippet from the first chronological fill of the mc!au with Sonny. happy to do this for another au or anything else I've ever written, though! it's fun thinking about the behind the scenes because these stories really live inside of my head. I also have another request for another director's commentary of the mc!au, but I have to write the next mc!Sonny installment first, because that's what I want to do commentary on.
You turned with an incredulous look on your face as Nick lunged. Sonny just barely got his arms around him in time to prevent the fight from breaking out as Griffin laughed nastily.
“Fuck you! You don’t know shit about my family,” Nick shouted as he strained against Sonny’s hold. Sonny was refusing to let go and he said something to Nick that you couldn’t hear which got Nick to calm down a little.
“He’s not worth it,” Sonny sneered in Griffin’s direction. Nick shook Sonny off and readjusted his clothes as you looked on tensely.
This part makes me sad that Sonny and Nick ended up in different motorcycle clubs. I had to show how close their relationship was, to develop proper tension within the AU, but I've always felt like Sonny and Nick just belonged together in some way in every universe. Whether as friends, partners, or more, I think they're fun characters to pair together. Sonny as the protective one and one to defuse Nick's anger now and then Sonny as the one who is so angry with Nick when they get older. Oof. Pulls at my heart.
“Aww, look at this. How touching. Baby Dominick is here to stop you from getting in over your head. You really don’t fight any of your own battles, do you?” Griffin taunted and just then you rushed by the boys and threw your drink in his face.
He stepped back with an indignant bellow and you went to lunge for him. Nick caught you around the middle and you fought against his hold.
“You dumb jock! I could kick your ass with my hands tied behind my back!” you screamed. “Stupid asshole. Get some fucking friends of your own or are you miserable because you know no one likes you!?” you hurled in his direction and your hand swept out to the counter to your left to pick up a bottle.
Nick grabbed your hand and folded it into your body, picking you up off the floor as you kicked your legs at Griffin in rage.
“Dumb bitch,” Griffin spluttered as he wiped tequila out of his eyes. “You’re lu—”
Nick as the one to try to stop you instead of Sonny to show the closeness of your relationship with Nick...Oof again. There's a reason Sonny's old lady asked Nick to walk her down the aisle. It's the same reason she was reluctant to pursue a relationship with Sonny. She really relies on and appreciates her friendship with Nick and she didn't want to lose it (Oof again, I know), even as much as she had a huge crush on Sonny. Sonny's old lady has always been the more practical one when it comes to the big picture, which shouldn't come as a surprise to you if you've read this AU!
Before he could finish his sentence Sonny punched him in the face. Nick groaned and hastily set you aside and went over to pull off Sonny as he yelled at Griffin.
“Wanna call my girl—friends name!? See how you like this you dumb asshole, I swear to God I’ll—” he shouted in between punches.
Nick got his arms around Sonny’s waist and went to pull him away, but Sonny slipped his grip and kicked Griffin where he was on the floor.
“Get up you—”
“Sonny, stop! Stop. Sonny come on! Stop!” Nick was yelling over him as he tried to haul him away again.
You rushed over to help him, pushing Sonny away before he could seriously injure Griffin.
“Stop!” you told him and Sonny stopped struggling and spat on the ground by Griffin before shrugging roughly out of Nick’s grip and making a beeline out of the kitchen.
When the reader told Sonny to stop trying to fight Griffin, he listened...That little slip of the tongue? The way he was done with the fight until Griffin had something to say about the reader...? yeAh, he's already in deep.
When the three of you hit the front door you sighed. You took a look at them both and laughed a little which Sonny rolled his eyes to before chuckling a little himself. Nick looked at the both of you like you were crazy as he walked along next to you and tugged at his shirt.
One of Nick's tells is that he fidgets with his clothing when he's upset.
“Um, that was more eventful than I thought it would be,” you admitted around a giggle and Sonny slapped his thigh as he broke off into more peals of laughter. Nick still wasn’t laughing and you threw your arms around his shoulders in a sideways hug. “Come on, Nicky. Gotta admit it was a little funny. All three of us trying to kick his ass.”
These three. 💔 Nick was definitely feeling some kind of way, and well justified in that!, and I wanted to show how - already - Sonny and the reader are so similar in some ways. Those two laughing about trying to kick someone's ass on Nick's behalf is honestly a pretty good summary of their relationship, although I write a ton of angst. The basis for their relationship is being fiercely protective of the people they love and a bit of mischievousness.
I hope you enjoyed this director's commentary. 💖
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You can find links to the mc!au below, if you've never read it.
here's a mc!Nick thing that jumped into my head yesterday that no one asked for. takes place after these events [Leaving | Where were you? | no right way | boundaries | Can I touch you? | I’m in love with her | Riled up]
warnings: the usual warnings for SOA typical language/mentions of violence. let me know if you'd like me to add specific tags.
The dull sound of glass on wood echoed from the cabinet as you placed another glass on the shelf. Although the dishes were dry, they were still slightly warm as you unloaded them from the dishwasher. Boring tasks like this one kept your hands busy and kept you feeling productive. When you stopped moving, no task to complete to occupy your mind, dark memories swirled and grasped at you. Deliberately, you grabbed another glass from the dishwasher and turned to face the cabinet.
Footsteps whispered against the carpet in the living room and you tensed before forcing yourself to relax. You were happy to be back at Nick’s, but…Everything was still a mess. Or at least, you were still a mess. Six weeks at Veronica’s had been enough time to know that this is where you wanted to be, but everything else was still up in the air. Nick was tense. You were tense. The club was tense. Work felt harder than it ever had been. You wanted to get back to a peace that you’re not sure had ever really existed.
“Morning,” Nick greeted in a murmur from behind you.
Even with hearing him pad through the living room, it took a concerted effort on your part to not flinch. A glance over your shoulder at where he stood just in the doorway of the kitchen had you sweeping a glance over his bare chest and hastily pulled on sweatpants. They sagged around his hips and you offered him a small smile.
“Morning,” you replied in what you hoped passed for a light voice.
“How’d you—“
“You’re up ea—“
You both paused and this time your smile was wider and more relaxed when you glanced back at him over your shoulder, one hand grasping a mug on the top rack of the dishwasher.
“You don’t have to hop straight out of bed and start doing chores,” Nick chided somewhat jokingly. “The dishes aren’t going anywhere.”
“Hard for me to sit still these days,” you muttered with a half shrug as you concentrated on placing the mugs in the cabinet with the handles facing out. “And one less thing to do after work.”
Nick hummed and you weren’t sure if it was in agreement or just acknowledgment. Ever since you’d been back, he’d been careful around you. Part of you wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to be, but the other part of you was relieved that he was giving you a bit of space. You wanted to be here, but…everything was still a mess. You sighed internally and bent down to grasp the last glass from the top rack in one hand, pushing it in to move onto the dishes in the bottom of the dishwasher.
A hand brushed your elbow and you startled hard. Try as you might, your grasp on the glass fumbled and it stuttered out of your hand as you whirled around in surprise. The shatter was quiet in actuality, but you and Nick both flinched as if someone had shot a gun in the room. Glass sprayed across the linoleum and you clenched your trembling traitorous hand and shoved it behind your back.
“I’m so sorry,” you rushed to say in a high-pitched voice just as Nick cursed.
“Shit!” He threw up his hands to caution you against moving. “Sorry, my love,” he apologized for cursing. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I—“ he cut himself off and then slowly let his fingers come to rest on your shoulders.
‘-thought you knew I was there since you saw me right behind you,’ you finished in your head. He was too kind, or too something else, to say it.
“Stay right here. I’ll put my boots on and then we can get you out of harm’s way before I sweep.”
“I’m so sorry, Nick,” you apologized again as you met his eyes. There was something soft and full of regret in his gaze, so you dropped your eyes to the shattered glass instead. “I can replace it.”
Nick shook his head and with another warning look turned and took large careful steps towards the front door.
“I got it from a thrift store,” he called from the other room, just out of sight. Heavy boots thudded on the ground one after another. “We have plenty of glasses.”
We.
“Now, let’s get you to safety.”
He returned to the doorway of the kitchen with his boots on and a forced grin. You twisted trembling fingers behind your back and dropped your gaze from his mouth to the floor again. At least it had dropped on the floor instead of in the dishwasher. That would have been a pain in the ass to clean. Heavy boots came into view slowly and you let yourself trace his feet up to his shoulders. Your heart was thundering in your chest and you thought it was strange that you had just now noticed.
Nick opened his arms towards you slowly and you made yourself keep still, muscles locked against another involuntary flinch. Damn this kitchen. Damn that glass. Damn your brain and it’s penchant for not understanding when you were and you weren’t in danger. He crouched slightly and locked his arms in the middle of your thighs in a firm grip. With two steps he was across the room in an area of the floor not dotted with glass, but he still set you to sit on the counter rather than the floor.
“I’ll get this swept up and then what do you say we go out for breakfast?” Nick suggested lightly.
He was already turning to grab the broom next to the fridge and you concentrated on the tinkling of glass as he swept the shards into a neat glimmering pile. When you didn’t reply, his motions slowed, and this time when he looked up you met his gaze.
“I’m sorry for scaring you,” Nick said in a tone that was heavy and somber.
He wasn’t just apologizing for right now. Maybe wasn’t apologizing for right now at all.
“It’s—“ he cut himself off with a frustrated noise. “A long overdue apology,” he continued lowly. Glass crunched under his feet as he shifted his weight. “I am so, so sorry.”
You shrugged and then nodded, tucking your bottom lip into your mouth and blinking quickly at the tears that had welled up against your permission.
“I know,” you breathed, barely audible over the hum of the refrigerator.
“I would never, ever, put my hands on you in anger,” Nick said fiercely. “Ever. I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that.”
Your stomach was in knots, but you summoned the courage to give voice to the thoughts bouncing around your head. It was about time.
“You really scared me,” you confessed in a small voice. Tears slipped down your face and you brushed them away inelegantly with the back of your hand. “I was just trying to look after you.”
“I know,” Nick breathed. He sagged and leaned heavily against the broom handle. “I know. It wasn’t anything you did. It was me. It was —“ he bit back the words he clearly wanted to let spill out. Changed courses. “It was beyond out of line and I’m so, so sorry, sweetheart.”
You studied him silently as you chewed on the inside of your cheek. He nodded as if to himself and turned back to the broom.
