(A/N: To the Anon who requested this. Thanks for giving me so much artistic creativity space with this. I hope you and everyone else enjoys this! First ever Nick imagine! And I know, finally something! I just hope you think I did him justice!)
Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Nick
“Thank you,” Nick smirked at the receptionist as she happily skipped off to the backroom to retrieve the file he had requested.
“Do you ever get tired of using that same move?” You sighed, leaning on the back wall and crossing your arms.
“What move?” He questioned surprised, turning around to look at you and leaning on the counter.
“Oh come on, you know what move!” You commented before explaining it dramatically, “Whenever you need something from a woman you bat your eyes, you give them a smile. You pick up one small personal detail and you ride it until they give you what they want. It’s sad, really.”
“Didn’t realize you paid so much attention to me,” He smirked.
“I don’t need to,” You chuckled dryly, “You do the same move almost every day,”
“Well, if it works on everyone… He reminded.
“Not everyone,” You muttered under your breath.
“I guarantee it would work on anyone,” He countered, confidently.
“Wouldn’t work on me.” You stated.
“Well, that’s because you know it,” He played off.
“Even if I didn’t. I wouldn’t fall for it,” You clarified.
“You think so?” He smirked.
“Please,” You chuckled, “I know so. You’re not as charming as you think you are Amaro,”
“Is that it or am I just not charming to you?” He questioned, intrigued.
imagine getting in a bad fight with amaro and then you almost die after confronting a suspect for a case
Requested by Anon~
Nick shouldered his way through gathered cops, throwing a half-apology when he almost spilled some guy’s coffee. This always happened when a cop was almost killed; every available officer showed up. And Nick was no exception, but this wasn’t just because you had a shield. The last words he spoke to you this morning weighed heavily on his heart; if you’re so unhappy, why don’t you just leave?
He regretted those words as soon as he said them, but now, you were shot. And those words almost became the last things you heard from him.
Nick opened your door carefully, not wanting to startle you. And he was relieved when you turned your head and sent a small smile his way. He could tell you were comfortable under the morphine’s influence, despite the bandages wrapped around your shoulder. Nick made his way over, instantly grabbing your hand in both of his. “I’m so glad to see you, sweetheart.” He breathed out, smiling. “Listen, I’m so sorry for-”
“Don’t apologize, Nick.” You mumbled out, mimicking his smile in a lazy way. “I love you, okay?”
Ok but I legitimately died when I saw this ep because THAT BASEBALL CAP and THAT EAR PIERCING long live Nick fucking Amaro that is all bye
“She’s walking into the club now. Eyes open, everyone.”
He didn’t like it, and he sure as hell wasn’t okay with it. But it wasn’t his call. It was Liv’s. His hot temper flared up and he and Liv fought tooth and nail in her office about it but it still didn’t change a thing.