Music lightly plays through your apartment and the taste of hot chocolate and peppermint plays on your tongue. The lights dimmed and the curtains pulled open as you look out at the lights of the city. This is a kind of peacefulness you aren’t used to, the kind that is used as a distraction from the chaos, a forced peace; Is that even really peace if you are forcing it? Your stomach does somersaults and not in the intoxicatingly lovely way but in the way that makes the contents churn and threaten to spill from your mouth.
A small knock brings your hesitant attention to the closed door across the room. Standing to your feet, the blanket that was draped across your lap falls to the floor and you set the mug down on the end table to make your way to the door. It had to be one of two people and one of them you have been stressing about since you saw him. Gathering your composure and breath, you pull the door open in one smooth, slow motion. Flowers are the first thing you see, those then the man holding them. He is tall, muscular, wearing a suit, hair a mess as if he had run his fingers through it one too many times, and big ears. His eyes were sad and pleading as he held the flowers out to you.
“Come in.” You step back, flipping on the light and taking the flowers in your hand as he walks through the threshold. “Let me put this in a vase.” You say as you close the door and make your way around to the kitchen with him following you.
Awww! Thanks babes! I’ve got 5 drafts and several asks I’m working on!! I’ll probably be releasing a Nick ask this evening. I also working on the next part of the Mike-Fine, go series. Plus a second part to a Nick fic! Thanks so much for your support. I truly appreciate it! ❤❤
I think I got a little heavy handed in the last sentence of the fill that was part 2 of the convo w/ sonny after the fight…ha. whoops
sonny already knows, somewhat. he’s mentioned it:
here “I’m sorry, doll. Had to. You know I wish I—” he started to say with his lips grazing your jaw.“Yeah, me too,” you cut him off and he made another apologetic noise and reached up to turn your face to look up at him.”
& here “I know you’ve been feeling…I know you’ve been upset that the club keeps leaking into our few moments we have just you and I.”
it’s been obvious to him and even though he is sometimes careless, he’s not oblivious. he hasn’t been brave enough to bring it up in a conversation. (and she nailed that kind of thing with these comments “Look at me sitting here crying and heartbroken because you couldn’t just say you were scared. That’s what all of this was. You were scared of me getting hurt, scared of me leaving you, scared of letting me down.” )
he understands that it’s been a strain, but he doesn’t see the very subtle sacrifices. putting the last final on the back burner (although it gets resolved quite easily) he sees, but having to be the one to push him to get him out of the shower when she’d prefer to just comfort him he doesn’t see. it eats up at her to have to be so…solid? he also understands that it’s a sacrifice for her to push him out of the door to handle business when they’re in the middle of reconciling–he feels it, acutely–but he doesn’t understand how deep it is. there is no other choice, really, he does have to go handle business. but it’s frustrating for her to have to be the one to push him to do things versus him just doing it and making up for it later or fixing it. one of those-we both know what has to be done stop making me be the one making you do the thing you need to do because it’s a burden for me and I want to be selfish for once-kinds of things.
there’s no resentment…per se. but it’s frustrating and everyone has a threshold. it’s not resentment because it’s clear to her that sonny is really trying his best to balance things. and they both grew up in the MC life so they knew what to expect. it’s different from seeing your parents relationship to living a relationship in the MC, though. it may or may not come to a bit of a head in the next part of the ongoing conversation post Emily encounter… >:)
Nick is going to make it work. He’s come too far to lose either of you now. And Sonny does mean well! He just isn’t real good at explaining himself. The fact remains that your and Nick’s lives are in danger and he has to protect you.
That? Nick finds the person he believes is responsible and does his best to teach them a lesson.
@carisi-dreams here u go bb! Things are (probably) looking up for the trio after this //
You stay in Nick’s lap as you talk, head to his chest while he combs through your hair with his fingers and soothes you quietly. Sitting with him like this, it’s hard to feel anything but protected. With every voiced concern he nods along and doesn’t interrupt. Sonny starts to a couple times, but stops himself.
“We can fix it,” Nick tells you, “okay? I’ll stop. All of it. And I’ll try to think things through more. Sonny can work less and we’ll move if we have to. Whatever it takes to make you happy.”
“There’s something else,” Sonny says. You and Nick look up him questioningly. “It’s in your eyes, doll. You’re relieved but you’re still worried. I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”
Lots of words come to mind but you don’t know how to choose which ones. With everything that’s been going on, you haven’t had a chance to be intimate in a few weeks, a fact that certain people have been aware of and used to up their harassment in ways they believed wouldn’t be caught. You lift the hem of your shirt to reveal some of the bruises that have yet to fade. Nick skates careful fingers over them.
“Who did this to you?” he asks.
You know what could happen if you tell the truth.
Then Nick’s eyes get wide and he stands up quickly, picking you up in the process. “I should’ve known.” He gently hands you off to Sonny like a child. “Stay with her, Dominick, keep her safe. I have some business to attend to.”
Tradition says I’m not allowed to see you at all today until you walk down the aisle, and, well, you know how my family can be. But I want you to know that this is the absolute happiest day of my life and I can’t wait for you to be my wife. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and there’s nothing I want more than to build a life together. See you at the alter, beautiful. -Mike
Use all the senses. What does the place look, sound, smell, and feel like? What kind of props, furniture, color, scheme, or plant life is there?
How does it make you or your character feel/react?
After you’ve done this, trim the details that only clutter your story.
Describe a place you’ve been that you remember well. For me it’s a section of country road I found breathtaking as a kid and have never stopped loving.
Look around you and find something, or several things, to focus on. Describe them down to their finest detail; the water stains on a steel drinking fountain, the uneven grain of a faux wood door, the alien-looking stereo system, or the dust bunny hanging from a wall vent.
In any location, ask yourself “If was kidnapped and held captive here but found a phone, how would I describe where I was to the police?” Look for exits, objects you could use to break windows or pick locks, survival supplies, and information that would tell you where you are.
In any location, ask yourself “If I was on the run from the police or Big Brother, what in this area would get me caught?” Look for cameras, spies, sensors, and anything on you personally that could be tracking you (same rules apply if you’re planning to hypothetically commit a crime).
In any location, imagine you’re answering questions for a space alien, time traveler, or foreign immigrant about your surroundings.
In your home/bedroom, imagine you’re an investigator or that you have amnesia and must learn about yourself from your personnal belongings. Describe what you see and what it might say about you to someone who doesn’t have you there to explain it.
These are all the exercises I’ve practiced personally that I can remember. Hope you find them useful!
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