Hello! Can I request 16) “No. Don’t you dare shut me out!” Nick x reader ??

carisi-dreams:

continuing from the nick fill that I just did!

Nick’s had a horrified expression on his face and you rushed to answer him.

“No! You didn’t. I promise. It was just the mattress, I was already sitting up and awake,” you reassured him, coming to sit up completely in bed. He horror on his face morphed to disgust as he paced beside the bed.

“Are you sure? Are you just saying that to try to protect me?” he asked intensely and you shook your head and shifted to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Look at me. Hey, come here. Look at me. I’m telling you the truth. You didn’t hit me. I’m fine. I’m worried about you,” you replied gesturing for him to get back in bed. He ignored you and sat in the chair in the corner. You got deja vu looking at him as you remembered all of the nights you’d woken up to find him sitting in that chair after nightmares no doubt woke him up. They were getting worse though, not better, and you were worried.

“You were right to break up with me. I’m dangerous to be around,” he muttered mostly to himself, head in his hands, but you heard him. You frowned and wracked your brain trying to figure out what he was even talking about.

“Don’t say that. That’s not true, you’re not dangerous,” you replied sharply and at that he dropped his hands and met your eyes with a wry smile. Self loathing was evident in his eyes and you knew it was going to be a battle to coax him back to bed.

“Isn’t it?” he asked with the same humorless smile. “So you didn’t think I was dangerous when I swept half the stuff off my kitchen counter? You broke up with me…” he trailed off with a knowing eyebrow and as understanding dawned on your face you mentally face palmed.

“That was a long time ago, Nick. And I didn’t know you very well. I know you very well now and I’m telling you that you are not dangerous. I love you. I married you. I wouldn’t have married you if I was afraid of you,” you reminded him, gesturing to emphasize your point. He looked like you didn’t believe you and shifted in the chair and got to his feet.

“I’m going to sleep on the couch,” he said in lieu of continuing the conversation. It was clear that he’d made up his mind and nothing you said was going to change it. You threw back the covers and shot to your feet to stop him.

“No. Don’t you dare shut me out. If you sleep on that couch I’m sleeping on it with you,” you warned and he turned in the doorway to give you an incredulous look.

“Okay. Then I’ll leave,” he tried and you just narrowed your arms.

“I’ll follow you,” you told him and he threw his hands up in the air in exasperation.

“I don’t understand why you won’t – – it’s not safe, (y/n). It’s not. Who knows what will set off another nightmare. What if you don’t wake up immediately?” he shot at you, drawing his hands to his hips.

“I’m not sure what part of ‘in sickness or health’ you didn’t quite get, but I’m not – -” you started before he cut in.

“Jesus! What don’t you get! You don’t have to prove anything to me!” you interjected in a loud voice and you flinched, but refused to take a step back. “Are you waiting for me to actually hit you? Or choke you like that guy on Grey’s Anatomy?! It doesn’t matter that I wasn’t awake or didn’t mean to. In the morning you’ll have bruises and they’ll be my fault. Mine! How will you explain a black eye? ‘Oh, my husband accidentally hit me in his sleep’? That’s worse than saying you ran into a door!” Nick was fully upset now, voice raised and hands flailing. You tried to interject, to refute his words or add an addendum, but there was no time to speak.

“Nick, you–” you started as you reached for him, but he slipped your grip and went on.

“Don’t you get that I’m scared! And not just of the nightmares that may or may not come when I go to sleep at night. I’m scared of hurting you! Do you know what that would do to me?! To wake up and see that I’ve given you a black eye or that there’s a ring of my fingers inked around your throat. It would kill me. I would never forgive myself. Then to see the look in your eyes–loving understanding, soft. God! I don’t – – please, (y/n). We can talk more in the morning, but please I can’t sleep in that bed tonight. I can’t,” he half pleaded, chest heaving and a distraught look on his face. You closed your eyes briefly and took in a deep breath.

“Okay. Okay. We’ll talk more in the morning. What about the air mattress? So you’re still in here with me,” you suggested and his body sagged as he nodded his agreement. You gave a single nod in response and headed to the linen closet to grab sheets for it as he pulled it from the bedroom closet.

After the air mattress was set up and made with sheets you both lay back down. You paused for a long moment before sighing softly and turning to click the light back off. Nick shifted on the air mattress and the noise brought a small smile to your face before you sobered up. It was almost worse to have him so close and know that no matter what he wasn’t going to get back in the bed with you tonight. You rolled right to the edge of your bed and dropped an arm over the edge, tentatively reaching out towards him. Nick sighed and for a moment you thought he’d refuse you, but he eventually reached up to tangle your fingers with his. You leaned over to bring his hand up to your mouth and give it a kiss, once, twice and a third time before shifting to lay on your back once more.

“I love you,” you said softly and Nick made a noise in the back of his throat before replying.

“Love you, too. Always.”