#silaosvu

“Since when do we not tell each other things, like I don’t know, you being the hospital?!” 

You laid in the hospital bed, loopy from the pain pills you’d received, as you watched Sonny stand in front of you with his hands on his hips. His pupils were wide and he didn’t look like your boyfriend, he looked like a detective. He was trying to get to the bottom of a situation, rather than ask if you were okay.

“Since you freak out over every little thing, Sonny.” You rolled your eyes watching your boyfriend fully embrace his over-protective mode. “I tripped over my own foot and broke my wrist and sure I bumped my head a little too.” 

“See? This is what I mean. They’re keeping you for a few hours for observation, so they called your emergency contact. You scared the crap out of me, (Y/N).” 

When Sonny got the call that you were in the hospital he swore he felt is heart stop. It was literally his job to deal with people on their worst days, so to hear that you were alone in a hospital, without a reason, he dropped what he was doing and made his way straight to you. 

“I’m sorry,” you face dropped when you realized they didn’t explain your state when they called. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I promise. I’m fine, Sonny, I swear.”

He felt the sincerity in your voice and immediately plopped himself on the side of your bed. Reaching for the hand that wasn’t in a cast, he placed a kiss, before accepting your apology. 

“Just keep me in the loop, doll, that’s what I’m here for.” 

“Next time I stub my toe, I’ll be sure to send you a handwritten letter in the mail,” you smirked watching Sonny finally show a smile. 

“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” He laughed knowing that the fall hadn’t affected the sense of humor he loved so much. 

“Can I go home now?” You asked as the medication made you crave a nap in the worst way. Sonny nodded as he stood to grab the nurse, your eyes falling closed as he walked away. 

Nick Amaro: Nick doesn’t watch scary movies, and it’s not that he doesn’t like them, he’s just used to his job being it’s own scary movie. He’d rather curl up on the couch with you and watch sports or a comedy. He needs something light-hearted to properly calm him down after a long day. If you don’t like scary movies it works in your favor, but if you, there’s nothing a little bat of the eyelashes can’t solve.

Rafael Barba: Rafael not only loves watching scary movies, but he loves watching foreign films. Due to him being fluent in both English and Spanish, he gets the best of both worlds when it comes to movie selections. Although, due to his long days at work, you’ll look over to find him sleeping halfway through the movie. You’d just smile and pull a blanket over the both of you, enjoying the time you have together. 

Sonny Carisi: Sonny’s big and macho when he watches scary movies and keeps an arm around you at all times. He’s your protector against all things scary, spooky, and ghoulish. He constantly reassures you, ‘it’s okay, it’s just a movie, it’s pretend, ghosts aren’t real, etc.’ and then to put the cherry on top, he practically jumps out of his skin and hides behind you any time the scary music starts. When the movie was finally over he’d start walking towards the bedroom. “Doll, you comin’?” “Yeah, just give me a second.” “Okay, I’ll just wait for ‘ya then cause it’s kinda dark...”

Mike Dodds: Mike puts off a tough guy vibe, but scary movies terrify him. He gets spooked easily and the next day after a particularly scary movie, he’ll leave a trail of lights wherever he goes. You tease him for it, but it’s all in good fun. In fact, it’s actually kind of adorable to know that a man with so many muscles can get so flustered over a ghost movie.

Nick Amaro: “How did I get so lucky?” When you met Nick, you knew he was a single father and that didn’t change anything. When you two found out about Gilberto, you still stuck with him. You loved him no matter what and you intended to keep it that way for as long as he’d allow. So one night, when it seems a little too much for him to handle, you stick by his side to assure him that everything is alright. 

Rafael Barba: “I’m sorry.” Rafael’s job was tough to say the least. It included difficult decisions, harsh realities, and long hours. The dinners you made were often cold before he got the chance to eat them. You’d grown used to falling asleep or waking up without him due to his extended hours, but you didn’t mind as much you thought you would. Rafael loved his job, but he constantly assured you that he loved you more. 

Sonny Carisi: “I’ve been think about, y’know, taking the next step.” Sonny is always thinking one step ahead, which only makes sense, that’s his job. But, when it comes to you, he constantly finds himself day dreaming about your future. Saying your first ‘I love you’s,’ moving in together, getting engaged, having babies. He wanted it all with you and he wasn’t afraid to let you know it. 

Mike Dodds: “Why can’t I ever be good enough?” Everything Mike does is critiqued in some way or another. Although his father always has some type of recommendation, Mike finds himself to be his own worst critic. When he misses a piece of evidence that caused the suspect to slip away, when he finds out that the one person he tried to save didn’t make it, when he finds out that he can’t cook to save his life. Mike holds everything in, until one night he burns the ever living hell out of a frozen pizza, and he finally loses it. You simply wrap him up in a hug and offer to order a pizza, because let’s face it, frozen is never as good as the real thing.

A/N: Everyone knows that the biggest baddest detectives are scared of silly things... Sonny? He’s scared of clowns. 

“Oh look, Noah,” Olivia sang as she opened the door. “It’s your birthday surprise!”

The children at the party jumped up and cheered as the clown danced into the apartment. Dressed in a colorful jumpsuit, his face was painted white with blue circles around his eyes, and the most important part, a big red nose. You couldn’t help but notice that Sonny who was standing beside you, stiffened up and took a slight step backwards. The cheerful music began to play as the Chuckles the Clown began blowing up balloons to make different animals. 

“I’m gonna get a drink, y’need anythin?” Surely your boyfriend wasn’t afraid of clowns, at least he’d never mentioned it before.

“I’m fine, thank you,” you smiled as you watched Sonny speed towards the kitchen. Rolling your eyes, you followed shortly behind. “Dominick, is there something I should know?” 

“I know this is a children's party, but you’d think Liv has some liquor in this kitchen somewhere.” 

“Are you scared of clowns,” you asked as you watched your flustered boyfriend find the scotch and pour it into his dinosaur themed party cup. 

“Doll, I’m a cop. I own a gun, I catch bad guys for a living. I am not scared of clowns.” He huffed before looking you straight in the eyes. Immediately the guilt crept up that he had just lied to your face. “Okay, I’m petrified. I hate those things.” 

“Sonny,” you laughed. “It’s just a clown. He’s just a regular guy in make-up and over-sized shoes that’s supposed to make you laugh.” You pointed towards the children who were in fits of laughter as the clown pretended to poke himself in the eye.

“You know what those things do? They eat children. They hunt you down in your nightmares, babe.” Sonny found himself standing in the far corner of the kitchen, as far away as possible from Chuckles the Clown. “More like, Chuckles the Killer Clown,” he huffed under his breath.

“Do you really think of all people, Olivia Benson, would allow a killer clown to enter her apartment? She’s probably run a background check on that guy twice.” 

Sonny pouted in front of you refusing to admit you were right. But even if the guy under the disguise was okay, he still had the bright red hair and the flower that shot out the water, the razor sharp teeth, and that blood curdling laugh. 

“How about this,” you winked closing he distance between the two of you. “If you go get a balloon animal for me, I’ll make it up to you tonight.” 

“Doll, you know I love you but there’s nothing you could do to get me to go over there.” 

You leaned in as close as possible, placing your hand over his ear as you whispered exactly how you were going to make it up him. Feeling his cheeks, heat up as he blushed, he stood up straight and rolled up a sleeve. 

“If my girl wants a balloon animal, she’s gonna get that balloon animal.” He walked towards the clown and even though he kept his distance, a few moments later you watched him walk towards you with a large princess crown made from balloons. 

“Look at you, you conquered your fears, Sonny!” You smiled proudly as you saw your boyfriend come back in one piece. 

“I just did what any man would do when his girlfriend offers what you did. Say, what would I get if I fought off a shark?” He winked.

“Now you’re just pushing your luck, Detective.” 

Prompt Request #38  “Do you realize what time it is?”

Reader x Nick Amaro

Warnings: Pregnancy

A/N: ugh.. whatta babe. 

You leaned over in bed, taking note of Nick’s lightly fluttering eyes. He’d been sound asleep for a good while now, as were you, before your baby decided to run a marathon inside of your womb. Since then you’d been sitting in your bed, reading your “pregnancy bible” a.k.a. What to Expect When You’re Expecting. 

You flipped to the next page of the book, soon noticing an overwhelming sense that both you and the baby needed something sweet. You looked over once again, noting how peacefully Nick slept. There was no way you could wake him with a clean conscience, so you rolled out of your bed as softly as possible and tiptoed toward the kitchen.

Whipped cream? Ice cream? Chocolate? All of the above? Your mind wracked through the possibilities trying to decide what would satisfy your cravings. You rubbed your protruding belly as you looked through the freezer, only to find there was no ice cream. You opened the other door of the fridge, no whipped cream. ‘That’s fine,’ you thought to yourself, remembering that you’d bought a large chocolate bar only a couple days ago... except you ate that too.

“What are we gonna do, baby boy?” You whispered to your bump.

You opened the cabinet and there it was, in the far back corner, a bag of granulated sugar. You stood on your tip toes to reach for the bag and placed it on the counter top, staring down in disgust. You hadn’t eaten plain sugar since childhood, but there it was, the only sweet thing in the kitchen. You held the spoon in your hand as you contemplated actually eating the plain granulated sugar, but the cravings were too strong. 

You opened the bag, took a big scoop and placed it in your mouth, and immediately letting out a sigh of relief as the sweetness of the sugar began to mute out your cravings. It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be, in fact, it was a lot better than you thought it would be. The sound of footsteps behind you almost made you jump out of your skin and you turned around to see Nick walking towards you, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. 

“Do you realize what time it is,” he groaned and focused his eyes on you. “(Y/N), what are you eating?” 

“Nothing,” you whispered. Already accepting the fact that he knew exactly what you’d just indulged in. Nick looked back wide-eyed seeing the spoon in your hand. “I can’t help it! I had a craving and it’s all we had!” 

He shook his as he walked towards you. “Mmm, you taste sweet,” he laughed after giving you a kiss. “Why didn’t you wake me? I could’ve gotten you some real food.” 

“You just looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you.” 

“I have to be up in a couple hours anyway, I’ll just drink an extra redbull later.” He took the spoon from your hand and placed it in the sink before reaching for his keys on the counter. 

“What are you doing?” You asked as he began slipping his shoes on, where did he plan on going at 4:30 in the morning?

“Come Willy Wonka, we’re gonna go get some chocolate.”

A/N: I’m sooooooooo sorry this took so long to get out!! Writer’s block is a bitch. I also chose my bby Nick, because I’ve been writing a lot of Sonny recently. I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1145

Tonight was supposed to be special. For the first time in along time, Nick was off work. Not on call, but completely off. You’d borrowed afamily recipe from his mom and had been in the kitchen all day, following herspecific instructions to make his favorite meal. Sure, you were a good cook,but you weren’t Cuban, so there were a few techniques you’d never used before.

The tortillas were warming in the oven, the last step, whenyou heard Nick’s keys jingling from the other side of the door.

“I got it,” you called as you ran to unlock the front dooror him. “Hi, babe!”

“Hey,” he huffed and kissed your cheek as he walked past youinto the apartment.

“Nick, what’s wrong?” You watched him shrug off his jacketand throw it onto the arm of the couch before he unbuttoned his shirt while walkingtowards your shared bedroom.

“Just guess,” he called from the other room.

You prided yourself in knowing Nick more than he knewhimself and the look on his face was familiar. You grabbed a rocks glass fromthe kitchen and poured a small serving of whiskey and made your way to him.

“Here,” you said handing him the drink. “Now tell me what’sgoing on.”

“Maria called,” he threw the drink back in one sip andplaced the glass on the dresser. Unfortunately, this situation was familiar,and you knew what was coming next, but you had no plans to interrupt him. Youknew Nick had actively been trying to control his temper and if he wascommunicating, that was a step in the right direction. “She’s keeping Zara thissummer, she said she signed her up for some beach summer camp.” He mumbled tohimself in Spanish as he picked up the glass and walked back towards thekitchen.

‘Guess I’ll follow you then,’ you thought to yourself as youtrailed your disheveled boyfriend.

“Beach camp, what a load of crap. Zara doesn’t even like theocean, she hates it.” At this point you weren’t sure if Nick was talking tohimself or you, but you let him continue to vent and pour himself anotherdrink. “She can’t keep doing this. So, what if I have a record? She can’t keepher from me, I’ll take her to court. Zara es mi hija, mi sangre.”

The timer from the oven beeped behind him as he kepttalking.

“Nick,” you said from the counter, knowing it only tookseconds for tortillas to burn to a crisp. “Nick-”

He nodded and grabbed the towel from the counter top andpulled the pan from the oven only to slam it on the counter. “God dam-” heyelled as he turned on the faucet to let the cold water flow over the burn onhis hand.

“I’m sorry you have to go through this, Nicky.” You walkedaround the island and grabbed the ice pack from the freezer, carefully placingit on the burn after kissing the red mark the pan left. “Maybe we can fly outthis summer, we need a vacation anyways.”

“That’s not the point,” he said shaking his head as hewatched you rub the ointment on his hand. “I shouldn’t have to fly out to seemy own daughter because her mother changed her mind.”

“Maybe we could bring Gilberto with us too, I’m sure he’dlove that.” Nick ripped his hand away from yours and slammed it on the counter.

“You just don’t understand,” Nick shook his head. “You don’thave kids of your own, you just don’t get it.”

Your breath hitched as you looked back at Nick, standingstraight faced, realizing the gravity of what he’d just said. Sure, you didn’thave kids of your own, but you loved his children as if they were your ownflesh and blood. All the nights that Nick had Zara and got called into work,you wouldn’t hesitate to stay with her. The day he found out about Gilberto,you didn’t chastise him, instead you opened your arms and welcomed the boy homelike he’d been a part of your little family the whole time.

Those children were the true lights of your life and for himto spit that out so easily almost made you question if you knew the manstanding in front of you. You still stood silent, trying to wait for the stingof his words to fade. He took a step towards you only for you to take a stepaway.

“(Y/N)-” he held his hand out towards you. “I didn’t meanit, I- Lo siento, mi amor.” This time it was your turn to shake your head andwalk towards the bedroom. He followed directly behind to watch you startpacking a bag. “Please don’t leave.”

“I just need a break, Nick.” You zipped your overnight bagand walked past him standing in the doorway. “I made your favorite meal, it’son the stove. Tortillas are still warm, although you already know that.”

“(Y/N), please,” Nick’s anger had completely left his body andwas replaced with the underlying hopelessness. “I love you, I need you herewith me.”  

“I love you too, but right now I don’t like you.” You triedto make your way around his large frame that was now blocking the door. “Comeon, how old are you? I don’t feel like playing this game.”

“You don’t have to like me,” he looked down at you, tearsbeginning to fall down his cheeks. “Please, just stay. You’re all I have.”

You let out a loud sigh, dropping your bag on the ground knowingthat running away from your problems never solved anything. Your boyfriend hada temper, you knew it the moment you met him, and after a bit of trial anderror, you began to learn what he meant and what he didn’t. He also knew howmuch you loved his children, possibly more than you loved him. You kicked thebag to the side and closed the distance between him and placed both your handson his face.

“Just so you know, I do have a child of my own, Nick. Thatwas the whole point of tonight, the dinner, the candles on the table,” youwatched Nick’s eyes widen as he watched you talk. “Tonight was supposed to bespecial and you had to be an ass and mess it all up.”  

“I’m an idiot,” he huffed hating that his temper once again gotin the way. “We’re going to have a baby?”

“Yes, we’re having a baby,” you laughed as he picked wrappedhis arms around your waist and pulled you in tight. “Nick,” you said againsthis chest. “I know we’re fighting, but I worked really hard on that food and I don’twant it to go to waste.”

A/N: This got kind of intense, it talks about anger issues and shitty childhoods. Just take warning, if you’ve had either of those proceed with caution. 

You sat on your couch, blanket tightly wrapped around your body that still smelled of him, finishing your second drink of the night. There was something on the television, but you weren’t paying attention to it. It was just noise in the background to make the overwhelming quiet of the apartment seem smaller. This was your routine for the last few weeks as you tried to force yourself to accept that it was over, he’s gone. 

As with every night, you fell asleep on the couch knowing you would wake up with stiff muscles and a still broken heart, but you didn’t care. The only time you would step foot in the bedroom you two shared was to get dressed in the mornings. At this point you thought maybe packing a suitcase to keep in the living room would make life easier, but you would still have to go into the bedroom to pack. 

You reached forward grabbing the bottle to pour another large serving of alcohol into your glass when you heard a knock at the door. Every hair stood on end as you walked to the door, standing on your tiptoes to see the peep hole. You let out the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in as you opened the door to see Nick standing in front of you. 

You stared at the man in front of you that used to be anything and everything you needed in life.

“I tried to stay away, but I just can’t,” Nick spoke first to break the silence. 

“You don’t get to just waltz in and out of my life whenever you feel like it, Nick.” The view in front of you was blurred due to the tears building up in your eyes. 

“Look, can I come in? Miss Ramirez is watching and you know how nosy she can be,” you looked across the hall to see your elderly neighbor standing outside her door pretending to fumble with her keys. No doubt, she’d be spreading the gossip to the other neighbors in the building. You stood to the side and granted him passage as he walked towards the couch, sitting in his usual spot. “Looks like you broke out the good stuff, that’s the-”

“It’s the tequila your abuela gave us on our anniversary,” you interrupted. You were sure to add emphasis on the last word, letting it sink in that you’d probably never share another year with him. 

“It’s coming up,” he nodded and leaned forward to pick up the bottle. “May I?” 

“It’s just as much yours as it is mine,” you said sitting on the far end of the couch from him, watching him pour a shot in the glass and tip it back. “I’ll take one if you’re pouring.” He obliged, pouring you a drink and sliding the glass your way.

You took as sip watching Nick rub his hands together as he tried to speak the words that had been in his head since the night he left. “Look, you know I’m not all that good with expressing my feelings unless it’s anger.” You nodded your head agreeing and let him continue. “The night I left - I didn’t know how to fully express what happening. My wife took my daughter, Cynthia was taking Gilberto, I, I had absolutely no control in my life. I was in a downward spiral, I wasn’t in control of my life. I didn’t have a lot of control in my life, ever, to be honest. My father-” Nick wiped away his tears and tried to gain composure, wanting nothing more than finally speak his truth. “My father was mean, esta malvado, evil. He was an angry, angry man and I began to see him when I looked in the mirror. I’ve lived through that and I swear on my life that you will never live through that.” 

You took a deep breath and scooted yourself forward, placing your hand on his, touching him for the first time in almost a month. “Nick,” you waited for him to look at you before you continued. “You are not your father.” He intertwined his fingers with yours and sighed, no doubt relishing the contact he’d missed just as much as you. “You were so good to me, Nick, you were the best anyone has ever been to me and the thought that I could have allowed you to believe that makes me the bad one in this situation.” 

“I’ve messed everything up, lo siento, mi amor,” he placed a kiss on your hand as you touched his face to kiss his lips. He immediately reciprocated, kissing you deeply. 

“Just come home,” you said kissing him again. “I’m not good without you, Nick. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I worry about every second of every day.” He began placing kissing across your face. “Don’t stay away from me,” you whispered as he removed the blanket that seemed permanently wrapped around your frame. 

He stood up, taking your hand, and walked you down the hall. The anxiety grew in your veins, knowing you were being led to room that you’d been avoiding with every ounce of your being. He noticed that you were hesitant and placed his hands on either cheek, kissing your forehead. “This is our bedroom,” he whispered. “I want to lay with you in our bed, sleep in our bed, and wake up to you in our bed.” You nodded allowing him to walk you into the room. 

“Does this mean you’re staying?” 

“Si, mi amor. I can’t keep myself away from you any longer, and I’ll stay with you as long as you’ll have me.” You kissed him once again, this time with more need, with no intention of ever letting him go. 

“This is my baby boy’s picture when he graduated from the academy,” Sonny’s mom gushed as she flipped through the pages of the photo album. He’d of  course objected, but you weren’t going to deny his mother the chance to show off her only son. 

“Dominick, you look so handsome!” You had yet to see your boyfriend in his dress blues and it didn’t disappoint.

“She calls you Dominick?” She asked watching her son blush and nod from across the table you were all sat around. “Will you marry him?” 

“Ma, I’m pretty sure that’s the question I’m supposed to ask.” 

A sentence that normally would have sent your heart aflutter, was pushed aside when you noticed a particular picture on the next page. You pulled the album closer, taking in the sight before you. 

“Is this a mustache?” You smirked. 

“And, that’s enough pictures for tonight!” He stood up trying to take the album away before you swiped it away. “Oh, come on...” 

“I loved you with that mustache, Dominick. You looked just like my father, when he was your age.” Sonny’s mom gushed once again as you joined her. 

Note to self: Convince Sonny to regrow the ‘stache.