there’s nothing you can say that can fix what you did.” With nick x reader please and thanks :)

carisi-dreams:

hello, angst!

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You let yourself into the apartment and almost called out, before being caught off guard by the tone of Nick’s voice coming from somewhere in the apartment. Closing the door behind yourself you toed off your shoes and absently dropped your purse and keys by the door, in search of Nick. He was still speaking venomously, voice rising every couple of beats in response to what you assumed was a phone conversation.

“There’s nothing you can say that can fix what you did!” he spat in a loud voice just as you turned the corner and entered the bedroom. He was standing in the middle of the room with one hand on his hip and the other clutching a phone to his ear in a white-knuckled grip. His back was to you and you knocked on the door lightly to alert him of your presence. Nick whirled around, startled, before the voice on the other end of the line drew his attention once more. 

“You know what, I don’t have time for this right now. I don’t have time to—! You’re so full of it, I—. I’m hanging up, I have to go. Some of us actually care about our families and my wife just walked in the door. Yeah. Whatever. Bye,” he signed off and hung his head in frustration before suddenly tossing the phone across the room. Luckily it skidded across the bed and stopped just before hitting the floor.

You crossed the room cautiously, dipping your head to try to see his face better. His chest was heaving and now that you had a chance to look at him you took in his slightly disheveled appearance. His tie was off, shirt loosened at the collar and his hair was messed up as if he’d been running his hands through it.

“Hey,” you greeted softly as you got closer to him. He looked up suddenly and you realized abruptly why his chest was heaving.

“I hate him,” Nick said whole heartedly in a broken voice, looking to the side and gesturing with one of his hands. You made a soothing noise and closed the gap between you two. “I do, I hate him. I frea—” his voice cut off in the middle of the word and you pulled him in for a hug just as the first sob ripped from his throat.

Oh Nicky😟