Tag: nick amaro x reader

Meeting Amaro

’What the hell is taking so long?’ You read the text and cursed. Shit. He was mad. Again. ’Just waiting for the coffees. It’s really busy.’ Your anxiety grew by the second, just like Sam’s anger probably was.

“Caramel macchiato and Double-shot Americano for Y/N. Have a good one.” 

Finally. You smiled and grabbed the coffees. “You too”, you said looking back over your shoulder. The next thing you knew, you slammed into a someone. Hot coffee went all over your front and the chest of the stranger. “Oh my God! I am so sorry! I- I..here let me help you.”

He was swiping coffee from his chest, mumbling in Spanish. His brow was furrowed as you used napkins to help clean the coffee.  He shed the leather jacket, that’s when you noticed the badge and gun.

“Oh shit. You’re a cop…Detective…” You stumbled over your words. His polo shirt was tight, face scruffy, his curly, dark, overly long hair was, well sexy.. ‘Jesus get a grip, Y/N.’

 “I’ll survive. Are you okay?” His eyes looked you over for injuries. A smile crossed his face. 

Wow. He had the most beautiful brown eyes you had ever seen. “No, I’m, uh, I’m fine. Looks like you got the worst of it.” He looked vaguely familiar, but you didn’t know from where.

“Nah. Really it’s fine. I have about a hundred more of these shirts at home.” he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. He narrowed his eyes slightly. “You look so familiar.”

“I was thinking the same about you,” you responded back. “I’m Y/F/N. Y/F/N Y/L/N. Maybe we know one another from Bellvue. I’m a PA there in the ER.”

He thought about it, “That’s it! You took care of my mom when she slipped on the ice and broke your ankle last month.” 

Thinking back you did remember his mom. “Oh, she is the sweetest. Cesaria, right? How is she?” You touched his arm in a comforting manner.

"She’s great. Getting the cast of soon. I’ll tell you asked after her.” He smiled and you thought you’d melt right there. “I’m Nick by the way. Nick Amaro.” He offered his hand to shake and you accepted. His hand was warm and soft. 

“Well, I better go. Sorry again about the shirt, and scalding coffee. I owe you one.” You slipped him a business card with your info on it.  You were backing away from Nick, unable to stop smiling.

“This doesn’t look like waiting for coffee to me,” Sam’s voice made you stop dead in your tracks. ‘Oh shit.,’ you thought to yourself.

You plastered a smile on your face, then pressed up to kiss his cheek. “Uh, I uh ran into him, literally. I wasn’t paying attention and smacked right into his chest. We took care of his mom last month. This is NIck.”

He took in your appearance, then looked at Nick. “Sam, I’m the boyfriend. Hey sorry, man. She can be a little clumsy.” Sam replaced his cold stare with his fake, polite, I’m a doctor face. He put a possessive arm around your waist. HIs fingers dug into your waist causing you to wince.

Nick’s brown eyes stay trained on you for a beat too long before he turned his gaze to Sam. “No problem. Really.” His jaw clenched when he saw the pained expression on your face. He seemed to not miss a thing.

“We need to get going, sweetie,” Sam said. He grabbed your hand in his and squeezed, hard. “Nice to meet you Nile.” He lowered his gaze to you. “Guess I’ll have to do without coffee this morning.” The smile on his face sent chills down your spine.

Nick watched as the two of you left the coffee shop. He knew deep down that something was not right. He had seen his Dad treat his Mom the same way. ‘Just stay out of it Amaro. Maybe it’s not what you think,.’  he said to himself. But he knew he was right. He could feel it in his bones. No way he was going to ignore his instincts. 

Between the wine, the food and the lively conversation you were satiated and warm despite the cold and snow outside. All the people you loved most were in one room. Sonya and Nick were dancing while Frank played from the old record player. Cesaria was opening another bottle of wine, smiling and happy. 

She took the chair beside you and patted your leg. Sonya attempted to dip Nick, almost dropping him. You laughed and Cesaria leaned in close to you. “It’s good to see you smile again, mi querido.”

You flicked your eyes to her. Did she know what happened? Did Nick talk to her? “How-”

“How did I know?” She shrugged her shoulders. “A mother knows. When I saw the two of you together, you were out of sync.“

“We were. But things…we’re getting better.” You leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Thank you, Mamì.”

“Can I steal my wife for a dance?” Nick bowed.

“It would be my pleasure.” Nick took your hand, holding you close to his chest.

“Ready?”

Before you could respond he twirled you away from him then back. You crashed into his chest laughing.

I am glad Nick did not go further with the stripper. How does he begin to win the Reader’s trust back?

Two months since you and Nick had essentially become roommates. He had been making every effort he could to show you he was sorry and gain back your trust. Flowers at work, making dinner, taking you on dates and bringing you coffee at work. The two of you actually had conversations again. If he couldn’t talk, he would at least send you a text. And he never left the house without letting you know when he would be back and where he was going. If he was going to be late, he was sure to tell you. Your trust was building every day. 

Things were starting to get back to normal. Except for one thing- sex. There was intimacy slowly coming back  Kisses and hugs goodnight and goodbye were exchanged. You held hands at the park the other day. And every morning you woke up in his arms. The only thing missing was sex. Images of a woman grinding and kissing Nick popped into your head and killed whatever passion you would happen to be feeling. 

Those thoughts were going through your head when you heard a familiar voice. Turning you saw Nick hobble toward you with a wince. “Y/N.” He kissed your cheek.

“Are you okay? Why are you limping?” Looking him up and down quickly, you didn’t see any other injuries.

“Just twisted my ankle chasing down a perp,” Nick smirked and jerked his head over to a man handcuffed to a gurney. “Got him though.” A uniformed officer stood watch over a rough looking man on a gurney.

“C’mon. Let’s take a look at that ankle.” You motioned for him to follow you to an empty bed. 

“Nah. I’m okay. Th-”

 “Nicholas Amaro do not be stubborn. I will call security”, you said with a grin.   

Nick studied your face for a beat then decided he better listen. “Yes, ma’am.” Nick started walking, well limping back to one of the pods. He lowered to one of the stretchers.

“Let’s get your shows off.” Untying his shoe and slipping it off revealed a swollen, ankle with different shades of blue and purple. “Wiggle your toes, Nick.” He did but with considerable pain. “I don’t think it’s broke, but I’m going to order an Xray and start a chart.”

Helping Nick in the house turned out to be challenging. He almost fell several times just getting out to the car using crutches. “Here. Lean on me.“ You wrapped an arm around his waist, as he draped an arm around your shoulders. 

Finally making it in the house, you helped him lower onto the couch. As you straightened up, the side of your face was centimeters from Nick. You could feel his hot breath on your neck. He brushed his lips along your jaw. “Y/N.” He whispered. “Tre amo tanto. No puedo vivir sin ti. Por favor no me dejas.” 

You felt your heart clench. He thought you would leave him. “Nunca”, was your reply. Nick pulled you to straddle his hips. His dark brown eyes were red-rimmed and full of emotion. “I love you so much too Nicky.” 

Nick slipped into bed beside your sleeping form.

Your breathing was even and deep, your lips parted slightly, so peaceful. He pushed a loose strand of hair out of your face and softly carressed your cheek.

It was the most he had touched you in a week. He craved it. Hell, he needed it. He needed it like he needed you back in his arms. Nick swallowed the lump in his throat. In a raspy voice, he leaned over and whispered in your ear. “I love you, Y/N. I’m going to win you back. If it takes the rest of my life to do it.” He kissed your cheek, then rolled over away from you.

“I love you too.” You mouthed into the darkness as a single tear escaped.

Well, damn, can we get a continuation of the continuation of Over the Line? Excellent story line.

                               // Continued from HERE….// 

Lipstick? Nick dampened a paper towel and went to look in the mirror hanging in the living room. Smudged, bright red lipstick stood out on his neck. Vigorously scrubbing, the lipstick came off. “Nice. Jesus, Amaro.” He muttered to himself.

It wasn’t what it looked like, as hard as that was to believe. Yes, he got the lap dance. But that was it. When the dancer started kissing his neck, he stopped her and ended the dance. He would never hurt Y/N like that. It was a thought that never crossed his mind.

Elise stirred on the couch, then opened her eyes. “Daddy?”

Nick turned and smiled, “morning princessa. Why did you sleep in the couch?“

“I had a nightmare. I wanted you, but you were gone. Mommy was on the couch”, Elise explained.

Nick picked Elise up. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here”, he kissed her hair.

Elise pulled back, “it’s okay. Mommy said you were getting the bad guys.” Nick’s smile was tight. She lied for him. Nick cleared his throat. “Let’s make some breakfast.”

You closed the restroom door, then leaned against it. A sob escaped your throat. You couldn’t believe that Nick would do something like that. To go to a strip club, but a lap dance? And God knows what else. Oh God, you were going to be sick. You emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

“Daddy made your favorite breakfast!” Elise informed you as you entered the kitchen after getting dressed.

“I’m not very hungry right now”, you kissed Elise. “Why don’t you get changed? We’re having lunch with abuela and Aunt Sonya today.”

“I’m going to wear my new dress. Can I bring Luciana? Can I sleep over with Mateo and Aunt Sonya?” She pouted her lip, “pleeaassee?”

“We’ll have to see, okay?” You smiled as Elise as she skipped to her room.

“Can we talk?” Nick asked when Elise was out of earshot. Right now you couldn’t look at him, let alone talk to him. So your solution, ignore him.

“Y/N. Please look at me.” He grabbed your shoulders gently. When you did look at him your eyes were glassy and red from crying and unshed tears. Nick’s expression softened. “I am so sorry I just left last night. That was wrong.”

Shaking your head slowly you said, “it’s the strip club, it’s the lap dance”, you swallowed the lump in your throat, “the lipstick. That-that is something I can’t get out of my head.” Great no way you were holding the tears back now. “All I can picture is her all over you. Kissing your neck, where I kiss you”, you reached up, touching just below and behind his ear, “right here.”

Nick cupped your face in his hands. “I swear nothing happened. As soon as she kissed my neck, I stopped it.” He explained the whole situation. Nick’s eyes were filling with tears too. He touched his forehead to yours. “I love you.” Tears spilled down his cheeks.

“Nick-”, you were sobbing so hard at his point, you could barely talk. “I-I can’t…”

Nick tried to pull in to his arms, but you pushed against his chest and shook your head. “Mi amor plea-”

“No Nick. You don’t get to call me that.” You could feel the bile rising in your throat again. Pain and sadness were turning into anger.  “You have made mistakes before, but never anything like this. Never anything to hurt me or to make me question my trust.”

Nick shoved his hands on his jeans pockets and hung his head, “I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have put myself in that situation. I would never, never…”

“But you did Nick. As soon as you went to that club, as soon as you got that dance…that woman rubbing on you, kissing your neck…God, it makes sick thinking about it.” Taking a breath, steadying your voice, you continued, “reverse the situation, Nick.”

Nick jerked his head up to look at you. The look on his face said everything. “So, should I do what I know what you would do and go beat the bitch down?” You said challenging Nick.

“Mommy! I can’t find Luciana’s shoes!”, Elise called from her room.

“Coming baby”, you called back to her, never breaking your gaze from Nick. “Here’s what is going to happen, Nick. We’re going through with our plans for the day. Our day to day will be the same, as far as the kids and your family is concerned, nothing will change.”

Nick grasped your arm gently as you went to help Elise. “Y/N. I love you. You know that. I’m going to fix this. Please believe me.”

Can we get what happens next with Nick x Reader after Over The Line?

//Continued from HERE and HERE//

“Mom?” Owen’s voice woke you from your restless sleep. “Why are you sleeping on the couch?” Although the knee to the kidney is what really woke you. 

Opening your eyes, you caught Owen’s concerned gaze. “I didn’t want to wake your dad up when I got home last night.” You stood, stretching and rubbing your face. Elise was still asleep on the couch.

“I heard you guys arguing last night. Dad hasn’t came back home, has he?” Owen’s question surprised you. “I’m not a kid anymore.”

Reaching up, you brushed the hair off his forehead. “I forget you’re growing up.” You sighed, “no. He didn’t. He didn’t take his phone either so… I’m going to make some coffee. C’mom we’ll get breakfast going.” 

Nick was coming through the back door, as you and Owen came into the room. He threw his keys on the counter. “Morning”, he looked you over then turned to Owen. “Still want to go to the batting cages?”

Owen looked to you for an answer. You gave him a little nod as you finished making the coffee. “Sure dad.”

“What was that?” Nick commanded.

“What was what Nick?” Returning his question with another.

“You know. The non-verbal between the two of you. Listen if you don’t want to go just say so.” Nick was getting agitated.

The tension in the room was getting uncomfortable. “I’ll get my glove”, Owen turned on his heel toward his bedroom.

“What’s his problem?” Nick asked as he rummaged through the fridge. 

“He’s tired.” Finally the coffee was done, so you poured yourself a mug. “Where did you go?”

Nick froze when you asked the question. “I went out and had a couple drinks. Slept in the truck.”

“Hmmm…” taking in his appearance, you about half believed him. “Did a glitter bomb go off there?”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, “what are saying, Y/N?”

“I think you know. You have glitter on you, you reek of stale cigarettes and alcohol and smell like cheap ass perfume. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out.” Taking a sip of coffee, you leaned against the counter.

Nick hung his head, “listen, Y/N-”

“I can’t believe you went to a strip club, Nick.” The knot in your stomach was tightening. “You walked out last night, no phone. You stayed out all night drinking, doing God knows what, with God knows who. Did you get a lap dance? Maybe a little more?”

“You are being such a bit-” Nick stopped before he finished the sentence. He took a deep breath. “I met up with a couple of the guys from homicide. I got a lap dance. That’s it. It was Malcolm birthday…” 

“Whatever Nick”, you scoffed. “I don’t know what’s going on with you, But this”, you gestured up and down his body, “isn’t you. I need a shower.”  As you passed him you said, “wipe the lipstick off your neck before the kids see it.” 

Comes after this.

“Can I help you with something, Nick?“ You were finishing your make up in the bathroom mirror and could see him glaring at you in the reflection. He said nothing, mouth a flat line and his arms crossed in front of his chest.

After applying your lipstick, you turned to leave the bathroom to get dressed. “Excuse me.” Nick stood stock still not letting you pass. “Nick. Move”, your voice more insistent this time. Finally you pushed your shoulder into his arm and shoved past him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Nick inquired his voice low. As you looked back at him, his face was mixture of emotions.

“I’m having drinks with your sister, I told you this two days ago.” You could hear the annoyance in your voice and was sure he could too. He watched as you pulled on jeans and a tank top. 

“So you’re seriously going? After what happened?” Nick stood behind you, hands on his hips.

Spinning around, you met his glare, “Nicholas. You are suffocating me. You have got to back off.” Nick had been protective before your kidnapping but now he was a whole other level. 

He scoffed, “Suffocating? I’m just trying to protect you, keep you safe.”

“I can hardly turn around without you right there. It’s been six months, Nick. I’ve moved past it. You need to as well.” Breaking your stare from Nick, you brushed past him and left the bedroom.

Nick was hot on your heels going down the hall to the kitchen. Slipping on an oven mitt, you pulled the baked spaghtetti out, placing the hot dish on a trivet. “There’s salad in the fridge and a loaf of Italian bread on the counter. I’ll be home later.”

“I love you, Y/N”, Nick called out to you causing you to stop. You turned and walked back to him. “I love your too Nicky. I- I just need to breath, for one night.” You stretched up and placed a kiss to his cheek.

“Y/N!” Sonya wrapped you in a hug, which you returned. “I have missed you so much. I’ve missed our dates.”

“Me too”, settling into a booth, you gave Sonya a small smile. “So tell me about Marcus. Cesaria said, and I quote, ‘he’s dreamy’.” 

Sonya laughed, “Well she isn’t wrong. I really like this guy, Y/N.”

“So when do we get to meet him?” Looking at Sonya, she blushed then shrugged her shoulders.

After a couple drinks, Sonya reached over the table, placing her hand over yours. “You know, NIck texted me earlier this aftrnoon. He asked me to cancel with you tonight.”

“He WHAT?!” You jerked your hand away and slugged back your drink. “He has really over stepped this time. He is going way overboard.”

“I get where he’s coming from. When that asshole kidnapped you, he was a mess. He’s naturally overprotective. Has been since I can remember. But when it comes to you, Owen and Elise, it’a like a religion.”

Studying Sonya, out let out a sigh. “Yeah. I know. It’s just I can’t turn around without him being right there. I appreciate his concern and understand why, but…” 

“I did tell him he was being a bit extreme and no way was I going to cancel. He didn’t  like my anwer so he called Mom. She basically told him the same thing. In his defense he means well and it’s coming from a good place.”

There was a few moments of silence. “Okay. This is supposed to be a fun evening. Tell me more about Marcus.” The blush returned to Sonya’s face as she started gushing about her new guy.

The only light on was in the kitchen when you pulled in front of the house. A shadow, presumably Nick’s passed by the wondow. You shut off the car and got out, making your way to the front door. Nick opened the door before you could put your key in the lock. 

“Is your phone on, or are you ignoring me? I’ve been trying to call you.” Nick held the door open allowing you to enter. He gave you a concerned look.

“No. It died. Sorry.”  You put your phone on the charger that was plugged in over the counter. You could feel Nick right behind you. Close, very close but not touching.

He brushed  the hair from your neck. His breath was hot. Leaning in to you, he placed soft kisses behind your ear. “I missed you tonight, Y/N.” Nick rested his hands on your hips and started trailing kisses down your neck.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Your question biting. “I’m not really in the mood Nick.” Shrugging your shoulder into Nick’s face, causing him to move away from your neck. 

Nick backed away, throwing his hands on the air, as you turned around. “What’s your problem?”

“Did you ask your sister to cancel on me today?” Eyeing Nick, you arched an eyebrow. His gaze moved from your face to his feet. “You are way out of line.”

“Y/N-”, Nick started.

“I’ve kept quiet about the tail that follows me everywhere.” Nick’s eyes widened. “Yeah I know about that.” You sighed heavily, and massaged your temples, then crossed your arms. "Everyone but you has moved past what happened. I get that you were scared and worried. I know you just want to protect me. But it was me that was kidnapped. Me that was almost raped. My head bounced off a concrete floor. My ribs were broken.” Your voice stayed even and cam, despite what you were feeling inside. “So, if I can move on, you should too.”

Nick stood in the living room where you left him dumbfounded, confused, and a little angry. He watched your form until it disappeared into the bedroom.

You jumped when the front door slammed shut. You heard Nick’s truck start, then pull away from the house. Picking up your cell, you dialed Nick’s number, only to hear his phone ring from the kitchen.