you ever realize how much better life is when you just. fucking ignore canon? toss canon out the window? grind canon into dust under your heel? repeatedly punch canon in the face with one hand while writing a 50k fix-it fic with the other? pure bliss
Kick canon ass.
By the time you left the precinct the sky had covered the street in a heavy blanket of pure, white snow. It was making the drive longer. All you wanted to do was retreat to the sanctity of your bed.
“Take the next right. My building is on the left.” Nick followed your instructions, pulled up to the curb, and cut the engine. "Thanks for all your help today.”
“No problem. I live just a few blocks North.” You opened the door. “No, wait.” Nick jumped out and went to your side of the car. “Let make sure you get inside okay.”
“Nick that’s not-”
“It is necessary.” He walked you to the front door. “Here’s my card.” He scribbled on the back. “My desk number is on the front. Cell on the back. Call if you need anything. Okay?”
Taking the card, you tucked it in your purse. “Okay. Thanks again, Nick.” Nick watched as you went into your apartment and you waved.
Presley greeted you at the door all wiggly and happy. “Hey boy. Your the only man in my life I can depend on.” You scratched behind his ears before slipping his collar over his head and attaching the leach. “Better make it a quick one.”
After Presley’s quick walk, you filled the tub with hot water and bubbles. “Mmmm…” you sunk slowly into the steamy water feeling your muscles relax. Finally, you let go of the tears you had been holding back. Crying was cathartic.
The rest of the day was spent on the couch on your pajamas and robe watching the snow fall. At some point you fell asleep, waking to your phone ringing and someone banging on your door. Sam calling and knocking.
“Y/N? Lemme in. I know you’re in there.” Sam’s speech was slurred. His fists landed on the door harder.
“Go away, Sam. I have a restraining order.” Presley was barking and growling at the door. You shushed him. “I’m calling the cops if you don’t go away.”
There was silence for a few moments when you heard keys jingling. Shit. You forgot about Sam having a key. The chain was secured. You grabbed your phone and dialed 9-1-1. “I’m calling the cops right now, Sam.”
“Listen. I jus’ wanna ‘pologize.” Sam said through the partially opened door. “Stop bein’ a bitch.”
“Fuck off Sam.” You pushed your body weight into the door getting it closed and relocked, crushing his foot. He pulled his foot back wailing and cursing. “The cops will be here soon.”
“You fuckin’ bitch. I’ll kill you-”
Sam’s rant was cut off. “Ma’am? NYPD.” Another man was cuffing Sam and reading him his rights when you opened the door. “Ma’am. I understand you have a restraining order. Want to press charges?”
‘What good will it do? He already got out and I just pressed charges for assault and he blew through the restraining order.” Crossing your arms over your chest you looked up at the cop. “I’m sorry officer. It’s been a long day.”
“No need to apologize. I’m sure it is very frustrating.” He gave you a knowing look. “We’re gonna take him back downtown and book him again. Shouldn’t bother you anymore until he is arraigned.”
“Thanks, officer.” Sam gave you an evil look as the other officer lead him out of the building.
“I just need to get a quick statement.” He pulled out a pen and paper and started writing.
After the cops left with Sam you texted your boss asking for a couple days off due to an accident, which she approved. Your stomach rumbled. It had been since breakfast since you ate last and that didn’t stay down. Deciding on pizza, you ordered from your favorite place.
‘just wanted to make sure you’re ok’ It was from a number you didn’t recognize. ‘this is Nick Amaro by the way’
Grinning you tapped a message out on the screen. ‘I’m doing well. so nice of you to check in. just waiting on my pizza’ Why were you feeling giddy over a man you barely knew.
Nick smiled when you responded. He shouldn’t be texting you, not really. But he wasn’t involved in the case, so he wasn’t doing anything wrong. Plus, he wanted, no needed to be sure you were okay. ‘well, I hope you have a good night. remember you need anything, call me.’
‘I will. oh, I owe you a coffee. lol’
He couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face.
+ The scene when Galindo broke down in bed, is this how Nick reacted with the Reader after the stripper incident?
Continued from HERE.
Tears spilled from Nick’s eyes, making your heart clench. You had only witnessed him cry a hand full of times. On your wedding day, when your kids were born, at his Dad’s trial and when his abuela passed away. He pulled you into him, resting his head on your chest. You cradled his head and placed kisses to his hair.
Nick sat up, and cupped your face in his hands. “I wish I could take that whole night back. It has haunted my every waking hour. Every night when I go to bed, I just lie there watching you sleep. I wonder if you will ever forgive me. If we will ever get back to how were before. And I pray to God you’re still there when I open my eyes the next morning.”
Sighing deeply, you placed your hands over his and pulled them close to your heart. “Nick. What happened was…It hurt bad. My heart, my trust, everything I knew seemed to be broken.“
"I am so sorry-”
You held your hand up to halt his comment. “No. I’m not done. You said you were afraid I’d leave. Truthfully, I almost did. I had bags packed for me and the kids and reservations at a hotel. I wrote you a letter, Nick.” You shifted from his lap to sit beside him in the couch.
Nick took a shaky breath. His eyes were wide with fear. “So, I did almost lose you. God.” He rested his head in his hands.
You were quiet for a few moments, letting your confession sink in. Reaching for Nick’s hand you entwined your fingers with his. “Nick. I love you and I love our family. I forgive you for that night. I know you have suffered too. I just need more time
Nick nodded. "Whatever you need. However long you need, cariño. I love you.” Nick raised your hand and kissed your knuckles.
Thank you! I will be putting out the next part of Never Leave later this evening. I am working on a lot of different things. I have Sonny, Peter, next part of Meeting Amaro and have another story line for Mike. Writer’s block has been my nemesis recently!
[From: Nick 2:37PM] Have you heard?
[To: NIck 2:42PM] Sure did. I didn’t get it. Your girlfriend is an unemployed loser.
[From: Nick 2:43PM] I am so sorry. I know how much you wanted that job. I love you.
[To: Nick 2:35PM] Eh, it is what it is. I love you too, babe.
“Y/N? Where are you?” Nick stalked through the apartment. He found you in the kitchen eating cookie dough and ice cream from the packages. Nick grinned at you as your legs swung freely while sitting on the counter.
Pointing the spoon at him you warned him. “Don’t say a word, Amaro.” You were training for a marathon. Screw it, you had a couple months as you dug the spoon into the ice cream.
Nick held his hands up. “I just want a bite before it’s all gone.” Nick approached you and placed a kiss on your cool lips. “Mmm… vanilla. My favorite.”
“Yeah. Sorry. I kinda ate it all.” You showed him the empty container. “Listen.” You hopped down from the counter. “I’m just gonna go to my place. It’s Friday. You’ve had a long week. You don’t-”
“Nope. You’re staying right here with me.” He blocked your exit with his body, resting his hands on your arms. “Now, you listen to me. We are going to go to the bodega. Get a couple cheap bottles of wine, pick up some Chinese and,” he held the container upside down, “apparently more ice cream.” He grinned, knowing he won this round.
You grinned back, unable to help yourself. “Fine. Let’s go.”
“It’s a little chilly-” you were interrupted by Nick.
“Tag! You’re it!” Nick tapped your arm and started running ahead of you.
“Oh no, you didn’t!” Laughing you took off after him. He got held up by a mother and child allowing you to catch up and tagging him. “Now you’re it!” Sprinting past him you made it to the bodega first.
Nick was seconds behind you. He wrapped his arms around you. “You cheat. I couldn’t stop looking at your ass.” He said around panting.
“Oh, whatever!” You said laughing. Placing a hand on his chest you said, “Thank you. For you know, not letting me wallow in my own self-pity.”
“Who’s going to cheer me up?” Nick asked pouting.
“Cheer you up?” Your eyebrows furrowed.
“Hmmm..yeah. I have a loser girlfriend then I lost a race.” He started fake crying.
“Nicholas Amaro, you are the worst!” You laughed and swatted his chest.
“I know amor, but you love me. Just not as much as I love you.” Nick kissed your soft lips.
“Always.”
“Oh, no fucking way.” You said to yourself. Bethany spotted you. She smirked and made her way over to you. This is not what you needed right now. Not that you were he surprised he called her. It just confirmed your suspicions that he was still sleeping with her. Even though he swore it was a one-time thing. God, you could be so stupid sometimes.
Bethany stopped in front of you. “Hey Y/N.” Her voice was sickeningly sweet and fake like the rest of her. She shook her head. “Sam said you pressed charges against him. Said you have some cop boyfriend that’s lying for you.”
“Why are you here? She gave a smug look. “You’re posting his bail, aren’t you? God Bethany. You are dumber than you look.” You started walking away shaking your head.
“Don’t be jealous, Y/N. He picked me. You’re out.” Bethany stuck her chest out and flipped her hair.
Nick came back into the squad room talking to a woman that was obviously not a friendly conversation. He made his way over in time to catch the end of the exchange. He was instantly upset, especially after the talk he just had with Sam.
“Bethany he is an abuser. Look at my face.” Pointing to your bruised and cut cheek, “he did this. You know how he is, what he does. This isn’t the first time he’s done this.”
She took in your appearance for a beat. “Don’t make him mad. Give him what he needs like I do. And I’m giving him what you couldn’t. ” Bethany placed a hand on her belly.
You looked at her in shock. “You’re-you’re pregnant?” So many emotions flooded your body all at once. Anger, hurt, betrayal, confusion… “How could-you know…
Nick gently grabbed your arm. “We’re leaving.” If looks could kill, Bethany would no longer be a problem for you. He escorted you out of the squad room into the hall. “You okay?” He turned you to face him, his brown eyes looked worried.
It felt like you were in some kind of a nightmare. Tears were stinging your eyes. No, not here. Your stomach rolled. Taking a deep cleansing breath, you tried to push down the nausea. No luck, you were going to be sick. Sprinting to the restroom, you slammed the door behind and emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet.
Nick waited a couple of minutes before knocking on the door. “Y/N? Are you okay? Can I get you anything?”
After splashing water on your face and rinsing your mouth, you exited the restroom. Nick looked at you, face etched with concern. “Just- I want to go home.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to warm yourself.
“Sure.” He started to put his arm around you but stopped. You were a victim, he couldn’t overstep that boundary. His protective nature kicked into overdrive, especially after witnessing the conversation with Bethany and the one he had with Sam.
First of all, thank you so much! I truly appreciate you!
I actually have something for each of the guys. People have been sending awesome asks. I’m hoping to get a Mike and Nick out today. I get a little ADD sometimes and bounce from one story to the next. LOL
comes a little after this & I’m 1000000% poly!verse trash forever and ever and ever ❤
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“Surprise!” you announced to Sonny as you placed a cup of coffee on his desk. He startled and looked up, surprise melting into affection when he noticed it was you. He set down the file he was combing over and stood to greet you with a hug.
“Doll,” he breathed with a smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around you. “What’re you doing here?”
“Thought I’d bring you some coffee. Needed to get some fresh air,” you replied with a little shrug as you leaned back to perch on his desk. He reached down to push some papers out of the way, tossing a take out container in the trash with a rueful look as you gave him a knowing raise of your eyebrow.
“Sorry about the mess,” he apologized, but you waved him away.
“I’m not here to comment on the state of your desk, detective,” you assured him with a little grin.
“Nick isn’t here right now. He and Lieu went out to run down a lead…” Sonny trailed off with a quick glance towards what you knew was Nick’s desk.
“I know. I came to see you,” you told him. “Can you walk me back down? I know you’re busy so I don’t want to take up too much of your time.” He stretched and nodded immediately, pushing his chair under the desk and offering his arm for you to settle your hand in the crook of his elbow.
Sonny led you back out through the bustle of activity in the room, neatly sidestepping a struggling man in handcuffs who was swearing loudly at the officers leading him away. Phones were ringing in the background and you wondered not for the first time how he could even concentrate during the day. He cut an expert path to the elevators and leaned on the button to call it up. When the doors open he ushered you inside and held his arm in front of the frame to make sure they wouldn’t close early. The two of you rode back down in silence and you knew he was dying to know what had brought you to drop by the precinct in the middle of the day. It was a few more minutes before you were in a relatively quiet location, giving polite smiles to the officers passing by before Sonny tugged you to a less trafficked corner of the building.
“You’re killing me, doll,” Sonny finally admitted with a smile playing at his lips. His eyes looked concerned and you brought up a hand to thumb at his bottom lip briefly before letting your hand fall back by your side.
“What? A girl can’t drop by to say hello to one of her boyfriends?” you asked innocently. You laughed at the dirty look Sonny gave you and he jutted a hip out and pursed his lips at you.
“I am a cop, you know,” he reminded you pointedly.
“And a very good one,” you answered smoothly. He looked away for a second to try to hide the pleased expression on his face and you gave him a wide grin before getting a little more serious.
“I, uh, just wanted to talk to you about Nick. Or rather…reassure you? About Nick,” you started. His expression shifted to something more shuttered so you rushed to go on. “It’s not bad! It’s good. I just…I mean, I think you guys should talk to each other about it, but I wanted to at least tell you—he’s in, Sonny. He’s all in. He really cares for you and he’s attracted to you and he…even though he sometimes doesn’t show it, or has a hard time showing it, he’s happy to be in this relationship with both of us.”
“He tell you that?” Sonny asked in a purposefully bland tone as he turned his head and squinted at something in the distance behind you. You nodded and reached down to squeeze his hand.
“Not in those exact words, but yes he did,” you replied with a quick smile. “I thought you should know. And I thought you deserved a decent cup of coffee,” you added wryly. He ducked his head, but when he raised his eyes to meet you again his face was still a little pink. He was fighting the pleased smile that was stretching over his face and you smiled back up at him.
“Thank you…for the coffee and the—”
“You’re welcome,” you cut him off with a quick kiss to his cheek. “See you both tomorrow for dinner.” Sonny nodded and with a last squeeze of his hand you turned to descend down the steps. You threw one last look at Sonny over your shoulder and when you caught him staring at your butt as you walked off you threw him a wink before continuing down the sidewalk to the subway to go back uptown to work.
I love the polyverse!
Nick vibes…even looks like him? Or is just me??
*mentions of physical abuse*
“What the hell was that? You were fucking him with your eyes, Y/N” Sam barked. “Another couple minutes and I think you would have screwed him right there.” Sam pushed you up against the car.
“Well, at least I didn’t fuck a co-worker, Sam. Someone I have to see every day.” You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth. Sam backhanded you across the cheek so hard you saw stars and tears stung your eyes.
Sam grabbed your shoulders and slammed you against the car.”Oof.” The wind was knocked out of you.
“That wouldn’t have happened if-”
“NYPD. Back away from her Sam.” The strong voice was a welcome sound. “Now turn around, slowly. Put your hands behind your head.”
Sam narrowed his eyes at you. “This isn’t over.” He gave you a malicious smile before turning around, making your skin crawl.
Nick hurried over, handcuffed Sam, shoved him in his car, then radioed for a patrol car and a medic. Once that was done, he approached you. He gently grasped your shoulders. “Are you okay?” He gingerly touched your face where a bruise was already forming.
You sucked air through your teeth and winced. “Ah.” Nick’s jaw clenched at your pain. “I’m fine. Really. I’ve had…,” you cleared your throat. “I’m fine.”
You saw the disbelief in his eyes. Nick shook his head. “This isn’t the first time he-” Nick stopped his question. He already knew the answer. He scratched the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. It’s not any…”
The arrival of the squad and cops halted the conversation, much to your relief. This was not a conversation you wanted to have with a stranger. A medic helped you onto the back of the squad. You watched as Nick hauled Sam out of his car and into the cruiser.
“So how soon will he be out?” Nick looked surprised at your question. You averted your gaze from NIck to your feet.
“I don’t think anything is broke, but you should still get an X-ray. Examined for a concussion.” The medic put a small bandage over the small cut on your cheek.
You nodded your head. “Thanks.” When you looked back to Nick, he was studying you. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”
“Uh, you’ll need to give a statement. I assume you are pressing charges?” You nodded in the affirmative. Nick offered his hand to help you from the squad. “C’mon. I’ll give you a ride. But first, the hospital.”
Nick left you with one of the officers to give your statement. “I’ll be right back.” He touched your shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
“Hey, Marino. How ya doin’?” They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.
“Nick. You gotta see this guys file.” He pushed it to him. “I don’t know how he is still on the streets, let alone a doctor.”
Multiple assault, domestic violence, harassment and other charges- all dropped or dismissed. A couple were from you, the rest were from other women, over the last 10 years. He looked over where you were sitting. Now he understood your question about how soon Sam would be out.
“He is a piece of work. She okay?” Marino nodded toward you.
Looking over to where you were sitting, he sighed. “Yeah. She will be. I’ll be sure of it.” He turned back to Marino. “Where is he?”
“Mr.- excuse me, Dr. Wonderful,” Marino said sarcastically, “is making his one phone call.”
“Hey, baby. It’s Sam. I need something-” He chuckled. “We’ll get to that later. I need a favor…”
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