#Nick Amaro fanfic

[kryptonitejelly]

nick amaro x reader // law and order SVU

yes, we are going there - what have i done 😭 no plot, really. just a moment.

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The last thing Nick had expected to find when walking back into the SVU bullpen was you; and yet, here he was, eyes fixed on you as his strides quickened. He notices Fin’s smirk that finds itself aimed his way as he weaves his way between Amanda and Liv to get to you, but he ignores it.

He lets his gaze drag itself over your form, head down on his desk, the lamp on his desk casting a soft glow around your features; the extra suit jacket he leaves hanging on the back of his chair draped over your shoulders. You have a laptop open in front of you, a case file and note pad within reach, all topped off by an uncapped pen lying caged between your curled fingers. He sees the pair of heels which you had shed, one standing, one lying on its side peeking out from under his desk. A dip of his gaze reveals the deep green of the dress which you had on, one of his favourite dresses on you - one that he knew you had worn in to work today in anticipation of Friday having supposed to be date night.

Nick slows his pace as he approaches you, content in the few seconds to allow himself to watch the gentle rise and fall of your shoulders. The sight stirs a mix of emotions in his chest - the swell of emotion that came rushing in whenever he set his eyes on you, and a heavy tinge of guilt. Guilt that he had to cancel the first date night you both had managed to plan after weeks of clashing schedules, guilt that you taken it so well, and guilt that you had somehow found your way here, to the SVU bullpen so that you could both head home together.

Nick drops to a knee, bringing himself to eye level with your face. He raises his hand to cup the side of your face gently. His touch on your skin is light, soft, but it makes you stir immediately.

“Hey,” Nick’s voice grounds you as you let your mind grind to a start, your surroundings shifting into focus. “What are you doing here?”

“Thought we could go home together,” your lips furl up into a gentle smile, voice soft, your eyes, still hazy with sleep, locked onto Nick’s. You forget your bearings for a moment until you hear a cough from behind Nick as various footsteps shuffle into the bullpen. You straighten up slowly, blinking the sleep from your eyes, legs stretching out beneath you as you offer a wave to the rest of the team trudging in.

“An ADA slumming it at Amaro’s desk?” Fin muses, voice joking and light.

“What would Barba say,” Munch follows, expression deadpan.

“Unbecoming isn’t it?” Liv continues with a quirk of one end of her lip.

“What can I say,” you play along, “not all of us have Barba’s flair.”

“Clearly,” Amanda states, looking pointedly at Nick which earns a series of chuckles from the rest of the team and yourself.

“Yeah, yeah,” Nick waves a hand in the air dismissively, but his gaze doesn’t leave you. You tilt your body downward slightly, hands reaching for your discarded heels. Nick notices and he is back on a knee in one fluid motion.

“Nick,” you protest as he places a hand along your calf, his other propping your heel up, helping you back into your heels. You hazard a glance behind your boyfriend, only to find the rest of the team, tactfully busying themselves with their desks. “I’m not Cinderalla,” you state, but with no real protest as you let him guide your other heel back on.

“I’m not your Prince Charming?” He teases, not caring who else heard, giving your calf a gentle squeeze before winking at you and straightening back into a stand.

“I’ll get back to you on that,” you pull a face as you turn to gather your belongings, making quick work of shoving them into your bag with Nick’s help.

“Way to hurt a man,” he places a hand on his chest as you shrug his spare jacket off your shoulders; Nick takes it from you, hanging it back on his chair.

“She could hurt you more” Fin cuts in again with a sing-song voice. It makes you chuckle, as you catch a wink Amanda throws in your direction.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be Detective Tutuola,” Nick asks all while shrugging off the jacket on his shoulders to place it over yours, letting it hang off your frame. He flicks off the light switch on his desk and picks your bag up.

“If I say no, will you let me tag along?”

Your yes comes at the same time as Nick’s absolutely not, and it earns you another series of chuckles around the room.

“Don’t call me till Monday,” Nick calls out, while threading his fingers through yours as he starts to guide you towards the lift. You barely manage to call out a goodbye, before the lift doors shut on you both.

“I didn’t-” your protest is cut short by Nick’s lips on yours, his free hand circling your waist, going over the fabric of his jacket on your shoulders. You let yourself sink into the kiss, hand sliding up his shoulder and behind his neck as the lift descends to the parking garage.

“I’m sorry I had to cancel today,” he says, forehead resting against yours as he breaks the kiss. His eyes are closed, but you flicker yours open as you run your hand from the back of his neck to cup the side of his jaw.

“You have nothing to apologise for Detective Amaro,” you end with the professional term of address in attempt to diffuse some of the guilt you see in his eyes. “Work,” you continue with a light shrug - Nick was a victim of you cancelling on him as well, and you understood.

“I was really looking forward to tonight,” he says, still apologetic as he finally opens his eyes while leaning his face into your palm.

“I can think of a few ways you can spend the rest of the weekend making it up to me,” you say, dropping your voice to a lower, almost sultry tone as you lean into him, pressing the front of your body into his. Nick responds by pulling you in closer, his hand dipping down the hem of his jacket on your shoulders to slide down onto the curve of your ass.

“Take me home Detective Amaro,” you say as the lift door dings open.

“Your wish is my command,” Nick says in response, taking the opportunity to sear another quick kiss onto your lips before tugging you out of the lift.

[danny-pino-group-therapy]

I Hate You

Nick Amaro x Reader Oneshot

WC: 1091

A/N: Self Indulge fic. I like winter but damn it’s cold this year! The snow and chemicals are leaving me a mess and my floors a mess and I’d rather not deal with it at all. Only thing to make it better would be Nick. Enjoy! Please let me know what you think with likes/comments/reblogs whatever.

It was another blustery and frigid cold day in NYC as you stepped out of your building only to be met with a large puddle of melted snow so deep it got into your ankle boot soaking your socks and growl in frustration.

“Son of a bitch.” You continued to grumble.

You had grown tired of the New York winters long ago after Nick had moved off to California leaving you both in a long distance relationship but you without someone to share the house with, share a romantic stroll in Central Park through the snow with, or a cuddle on the sofa with. Now it’s just dull, grey, and incredibly cold…and currently very wet and annoying.

Looking to your watch you didn’t even have time to go back upstairs to change your sock and shoes or you’d be late for work.

Olivia had called and told you to be at the prescient promptly at eight so there was no time to hesitate.

Heading off you walked on, your boot sloshing and freezing before someone drove too close to the curb in the drain and splashed a mix of chemicals and slushy snow all over you taking your breath away at the blast of cold.

“F-fu-fuck.” You stuttered and gasped before turning and flipping your middle finger at the driver.

Finally arriving at the prescient, soaked, frozen and a sloshing boot, you put your case down at your desk with a huff and yanked off your scarf and jacket before spying Olivia coming over.

“You’re two minutes late.” She teased, not that she cared about two minutes.

“I had some trouble, okay?” You replied sharply, not really meaning to but you were throughly annoyed.

“Woah…alright. I can take a hint. I just thought you’d like to know we caught your perp you’ve been chasing. He’s in two.” Olivia tilted her head towards the room.

“Thanks Liv.” You said with an apologetic tone before rushing off towards the interrogation room not even bothering to take care of your boot or anything yet.

Opening the door you quickly walked in.

“Couldn’t hide forever…” you started before you looked up and straight to Nick’s hazelnut eyes. “N-Nick…”

“You’re right, I couldn’t stay hidden forever.” He flashed his famous smirk before opening his arms and you began to tear up coming to him, flinging yourself into his chest and burying your face into his neck taking a deep shuttering breath.

“I h-hate you.” You mumbled as tears dropped to his shoulder and he chuckled.

“What? Hey…hey what did I do? Hermosa why do you hate me and why are you crying huh?” He pulled you back just enough to cup your face gently in your hands, glancing over your face with concern.

“Because here you are…sun kissed skin, glowing even more than usual and you get to go home to Southern California while I get to stay here in crumby freaking New York City with forty more years of winter.” You took a deep breath and gathered yourself.

Nick laughed before leaning in and capturing your lips in a tender kiss. “I missed you…I actually came here to spend the week with you but I have a better idea.” You furrowed your brows wondering just what your boyfriend could be up to.

“You’re soaked mi amor.” He purred as he got a look at you. “Come on, you’re going home and changing then we’re going to cuddle and get you thawed out.” He flashed his knee weakening smile.

Later after arriving back at your place you had curled up with Nick and some cocoa under a cozy blanket.

“So I wanted to ask you something baby.” Nick asked softly breaking the comfortable silence.

“Yeah? You didn’t come across the country to sit with me under a blanket did you?” You hummed cuddling into his side feeling his lips press a kiss to your head.

“Mm no, not exactly but it’s a nice benefit. I get to warm my baby up.” He hummed wrapping his arm around you bringing you closer if it were possible. “I came to ask if you’d consider moving in with me.” He asked hesitantly, worried he’d be rejected. It wasn’t often something worked out for Nick Amaro and he had hoped after three years together and a year of long distance that this relationship worked out, that you’d live with him, move across the country with him.

You turned sat up a bit, looking to him, eyes searching his for any hint that he could be joking but found none. “Y-you’re….you're serious?”

“I…I mean…well yeah I was hoping so.” He said with a little waver in his voice worried he pressed too fast. “You hate winter. I miss you so much. Like really miss you. I want you to be with me and the kids. They miss you too. There’s nothing like having you in bed beside me every night and waking up with you in the morning. The sun shining on your hair and how cute you look with your mouth open and a little bit of drool.” He chuckled when you shoved him.

“I don’t drool, Amaro!” You shot back.

“You do! I can’t help it. I wipe it off with my thumb and you mumble before snuggling to my chest. It’s the most precious thing.” He laughed but looked over you with the most loving tender smile. “Amor…hermosa, I miss you so fucking much. Please? Will you come to California with me?”

You never thought about leaving NYC for real, but the opportunity never had presented itself, well never a real opportunity. It wasn’t an opportunity for Nick to come back to live here, his family and career had him there now and he loved it but the only piece missing was you. He just needed you.

You hated winter, if you wanted to see snow it wasn’t that far to go and see it to play for a day or two and ski but you wouldn’t have to deal with it daily, endlessly.

“Yes. Yes I’d love to. There’s nothing else I’d love to do more.” You cuddled back to Nick but kissed him deeply as he held your face and kept his forehead close.

“I love you so much. I can’t wait to have you with me daily again. To start our lives together in a whole new chapter.” He smirked against your lips knowing he had an even bigger question in store for you once you had moved in and settled in California with him.

[p3ndeja6]

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n.amaro x reader

summary: you were younger then nick by a couple of years, and sometimes he’d come over to your apartment after late nights at the precinct, he’d come over to just enjoy peace and serenity

content: fluff, reader is in school (2nd or 3rd year of college) suggestive acts (nothing extreme), age gap!, mentions of sexual abuse due to svu cases, nothing too triggering, just a fluffy one shot overall

super short

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it was late at night, you were working on an essay that was due by the end of the week.. you were getting strained and decided to take a break and call it a day.

You made yourself a quick meal, spicy buldak noodles, a sandwich and your favorite drink that was saved in the fridge. You prepared your meal as you were watching your favorite show. you were almost done preparing your late-night snack when you heard the doorknob shake.

You lived a pretty safe vicinity so the chances of a burgler were slim, but you still were vigilant about your safety, you quickly grabbed your broom and held it tight.

Upon your discovery, the door opened and you saw your boyfriend… nick.

You sighed of relief, and he looked at you worried

“Jesus Nick, you scared me!” “geez sorry, i thought this neighbor was safe?”

you put the broom down, “I mean it is but you never know” “yeah.. tell me about it”

he walked to you as you went back in finishing preparing your ramen, he went behind you and grabbed you hips and nuzzled his head in between your neck, kissing you, making you giggle due to his stubble

he continued and you moved your head slightly to give him more access, he took this as a sign to continue. You tried not to get distracted but you let a soft moan escape.

he laughed,and started moving up your body; cupping your boobs. You laughed and finally pushed him away

“stop Nick” you laughed “I want to eat, I’ve been working on an assignment for the past 5 hours.” he let go and laughed “my hard working girl, okay okay I’ll let you eat but next time, you’re all mine!”

you shook your head in sarcasm, he took of his jacket and unbuttoned his white shirt a couple of buttons down, and took off his shoes. He adjusted himself on your couch, and laid there with his eyes closed taking in the aroma therapy essential oils diffuser thats going around your room.

you look at him, now realizing that he’s here strangely. Nick stops by late nights most weekends or if it’s a weekday he’ll let you know earlier in the day if he’s stopping by, but it’s currently a Tuesday at 12:36 am.

“hey Nick?”

he hummed in response, most likely getting sleepy

“not to sound rude or anything.. but why are you here? It’s late on a Tuesday night, shouldn’t you be at your place?”

He opened one eye and looked over at you

“do you not want me here?” He said a bit suspicious

“oh god, no like yeah I do, but I just realized what day it was and you know you usually let me know when you’re coming over and it’s usually weekends you spend the night with me, I just found it odd you came to visit me tonight” “I love it when you’re here really”

you finally finished your ramen and took it towards the couch where Nick was, and started eating as you waited for a response.

he was hesitant in his answer, he seemed stressed and frustrated.

“today we had a tough case.. a rape case..”

you look at him attentively, making sure you are hearing him and that he has your fullest attention.

you nod in continuous

“and well… it’s about a 8 year old girl who’s after school teacher has been acting inappropriately with her.. you know like touching her where she shouldn’t be touched”

“oh my god” was what you let out

“yeah, and her home life isn’t easy, this one was a bit tough to work on dude to how young and bright this little girl is. I hate to see anyone take it away from her”

you put your ramen down and get close to him, caressing his hand.

“and being here.. with you just brings me peace. All is perfect here, so sorry i came unexpected but i really needed to see you”

you smiled at him

“awe baby, you know you are always welcomed here, I love having you here, never goes a day where I don’t miss you”

you make him look at you and caress his cheek, looking so attentively at his eyes, leaning in and kissing him so gracefully.

he takes you in, and guides a hand on your neck. You move to his lap and continue to kiss him, sucking on each others lips, and you slightly grinding on him

he groans a bit and you continue to bit his lip. You pull away with his lip in between your teeth and stare at him and run a finger across his now plumped lips

“thank you for coming over”

“thank you for having me”

[art-by-jas]

𝑀𝑖 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑜́𝑛 AO3

Summary: Returning to New York, Nick Amaro wants to reopen an old SVU cold case, examining it with the help of his new job at FORYM. But first, he stops by your place for a nightcap, reminiscing his time with you before surprising the Captain and the squad the next morning at the precinct.

Rating: E

Relationship: Nick Amaro x F!Reader

WC: 2,526

You moan, arching your back as your grip tightens in his hair. Nick groans, pulling away briefly to catch his breath. You whine in disappointment as he moves away, but he grins smugly, his beard glistening with your arousal. The sight makes you bite your lip, your eyebrows scrunching together.

"You like that, Hermosa?" he asks, pressing a sloppy kiss to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. The slight burn of his beard against your tender flesh makes you shudder.

You breathe out the words "I hate you" as his lips glide across your sensitive skin.

He answers with a sarcastic "Uh-huh, sure you do," before biting down on your inner thigh and then soothing the area with his tongue.

You confess, "God, I've missed you."

Nick's lips brush against your lower abdomen. "How much?" he murmurs. A shiver ran through you at his touch, the heat of his mouth igniting a fire within. Gripping the headboard, you gaze down at him, letting out a needy whimper.

You let out a sharp gasp. "Nick, if you don't stop teasing, I'm going to-"

He interrupts, glancing up at you with darkened, intense eyes. "You’re going to what, mi corazón?" Nick grins smugly as he gazes up at you. Without warning, he slowly licks a thick, sensual stripe up your heat, causing you to shudder.

You gasp, "Oh, God..." 

Nick moans against you, he tightens his grip on your thighs, guiding your movements and helping you grind down on his face. Slowly, he moves his tongue, running it along your dripping pussy. The action makes your breath stutter and your legs shake.

Nick whispers words against your skin sending a shiver through you. "Mmm, you're so wet for me already." A blush spreads across your body, and you can only manage a needy whine in response.

You grind your hips down harder, pleading, "Please, Nick..."

Nick flips you, positioning himself between your legs with your back now on the bed. Nick looks down at you with a smirk, "You're so pretty. So responsive for me," he whispers, leaning down to press a kiss against your neck. You whimper at his praise and arch your back, relishing the feel of his lips on your skin. Grasping at his back, your nails dig into his flesh, and Nick hisses against your skin before biting down, leaving marks around your neck. His hands wander down to grip your hips, almost tight enough to bruise. Trailing his tongue across the marked spots, he warms your body as the bruises begin to form. Pulling away, Nick surveys his work, a satisfied expression on his face.

He murmurs, eyes locked with yours, his words make your head spin. "Mmm, those marks look so good on you, baby." His voice is rough with desire as he admires the bruises on your neck. "Everyone's gonna know you're mine."

Nick's hand slides into your hair, cupping the back of your head and pulling you in for a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue intertwines with yours as a low rumble vibrates through his chest, and he presses your bodies closer together. Nick takes charge, devouring your mouth with a hungry intensity, as if he craves more of you. He rolls his hips against you, the feel of his firm physique sending shivers of desire through you.

His words send a shiver through you, and he grins triumphantly. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Letting everyone see that you belong to me," he murmurs, his lips brushing your skin. He then begins to kiss and nip at your tender flesh, leaving a trail of possessive marks. You arch into him, your nails grazing his back in response.

"I've missed you," Nick murmurs against your lips. "Missed you so much, baby." His fingers grip your hair tighter, and he pulls your head back slightly, opening up your neck for more of his markings.

Gasping, you grasp Nick's shoulders and plead, "Please, I need you." Desperation tinges in your voice, but you're past caring. His proximity overwhelms you, driving you to the edge of control.

Nick smirks as he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His hand tugs at your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your neck. "You want me to give it to you hard and good?" he asks, his voice low and gravelly. He punctuates the question with a grind of his hips against yours. "You want me inside you, baby?" Maintaining eye contact, he demands, "You're gonna have to ask for it and tell me exactly what you want, princesa."

Desire overwhelms you as you shiver at his words. Your hoarse voice pleads, "Please, Nick. I need you. I need your cock inside me."

Nick grins wickedly, reveling in how his touch reduces you to a needy mess. He swiftly pushes your legs apart, settling between them.

He leans down his face level with yours. His eyes are dark, almost black with hunger. "And how do you want it, princess?"

You practically moan out. "I want it hard, Nick. Make me feel you for days. Please, god, just give it to me. I need you."

Nick's low growl rumbles through his chest. "That's my girl," he whispers against your skin, then kisses and bites down on your neck, sucking another mark into your flesh. He takes the tip of his cock and taps it against your mound, relishing the whines it elicited from you. Sliding his length up and down your slick slit, he watches you squirm beneath him, a smirk playing on his lips as he teases you. Finally, he locks eyes with you before spitting onto the place where you are touching, making the contact even more sloppy and intense.

He lets out a guttural groan as you shudder and moan. "Yeah, you like that, don't you?" he asks, eyes fixed intently on you. His hands firmly grip your hips, pinning you in place. He hovers just above you, the barest of contact between your bodies. "Are you ready?" he murmurs.

You whimper with eagerness, your body trembling in anticipation. "I'm ready, Nick. Please, god, please..." you plead breathlessly.

You both moan as he enters you, savoring the sensation. He pauses, allowing you time to adjust to his size. You groan, feeling the delicious stretch as he fills you. The slight burn mingles with the intense pleasure, creating a heady, intoxicating mix.

Nick groans, his hands gripping your hips. "God, you're so tight, so perfect." After a moment, you nod and bite your lip, signaling him to begin moving. He pulls back slowly before pushing back in, watching your expression intently. Starting at a leisurely pace, he rolls his hips.

“Oh, fuck, Nick, so good.” You bable.

His movements quicken the pace building. "You're taking me so well," he murmurs, releasing your hip to trail his hand up your stomach, across your chest, and back down. One light, a fleeting brush of his thumb against your clit makes your back arch, and a needy whine escapes your lips. "God, Nick. Please, more. I need more of that," you gasp, and he grins wolfishly. Hips snapping, he picks up speed, watching you intently.

With a hand on your flushed cheek, he says, "You're beautiful like this, princesa." Brushing back the stray hair from your face, his lips then crash against yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. The hunger in his embrace is palpable as he claims you, leaving you breathless.

Nick pulls you closer, his mouth against your ear, "I've been gone for too long, god..." he sighs. He nuzzles his face into your neck, pressing a kiss there as he speaks.

"Thought about you every night in California, when I was on my own, picturing you just like this, laid out in my bed and all mine." He runs his nose back up your neck, your skin tingling in its wake. He presses his lips against your ear, his tongue lightly brushing over the shell of it before he nips at it.

Nick grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back to get a look at your face. Seeing you this way, all flustered, all because of him, it makes him shiver in pleasure. “God, you’re so pretty when you’re all breathless and desperate for me.” He picks up the pace, determined to make you come for him. His mouth is at your ear again spewing filth. His hot breath on your sensitive skin is driving you crazy. The feel of him against you and inside of you, his strong hands holding you in place.

"Look at me, I want to watch you come on my cock," Nick demands, he grips your chin. The sound of his voice, authoritative and rough, combined with what he’s saying, makes your head spin and your heart race. He’s taking control and you love it. You look up at him, your eyes meeting his.

“That’s it. Look at me just like that. You're all mine, Hermosa. Mine.” The possessive edge to his tone makes you shiver. He grabs your hips again, the grip tight, his fingers digging into your skin. He's starting to lose control as he watches you, the need to push you over the edge growing stronger. "You're so close, aren't you princess? I know you are. Show me. I want to watch you." He leans down, his breath hot against your ear again. His tongue darts out, licking a small bit of skin.

“Oh… Nick…. Oh fuck yes, you’re making me feel so good… God, I missed this…” You trail off. Your cry and the way you tense is all it takes to push him over the edge. He grins against your skin at hearing you break apart for him. It’s a beautiful sight, one that he will be replaying in his head when he’s back in California, the sound of his name on your lips a sweet melody in his ears.

“Yeah, that’s my girl. That’s my good princess.” He moans your name as he comes, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He paints your walls with his release, and the hot gush of his come steadily drips down your thighs onto the bed. The two of you stay there looking into each other’s eyes, panting.

He pulls out slowly, leaving you feeling both empty and satisfied. He collapses next to you, pulling you on top of him, wrapping his arms tightly around you, and holding you close to his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of your head as he runs his fingers through your hair. He's breathing heavily, still coming down from his high. You look up at his face, studying it at this moment. His eyes are closed, a look of satisfaction and content on his face. He's still a little flushed and breathless, and there's a faint sheen of sweat on his skin. His hair is tousled and messy, sticking out at all angles. He opens his eyes and looks down at you, that same satisfied look in his eyes. Nick gives you a small smile before he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. He looks down at your neck and sees the marks he's left. He runs his fingers lightly over the bruised and tender skin as he speaks.

"I may have gotten a little carried away there... I left quite a few marks on you." He looks a little sheepish, but he doesn't seem too apologetic.

"It's fine, I see I left my fair share as well with my nails." You grin, touching the red lines you left on him. "Just hope Finn doesn't notice, I'll never hear the end of it." You laugh, hiding your face against his neck. You brush your lips along the column of his throat.

He laughs as well at the mention of Finn, and how he'd react if he saw the state you two were in. He runs his hand back up your thigh and then back around to rest on your waist.

"God, you're right," Nick chuckles. "I should stop in tomorrow and see what the squad is up to, you work tomorrow?"

"Yeah," you nod.

"Maybe I'll swing by in the morning." He grins and pulls you closer to him. You can feel the heat coming off his body, and your body tingles in response. You let your hand run over his bare chest, feeling his heart thump softly beneath your palm. 

The two of you talk for a while before drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.

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As Olivia and Finn walk through the precinct, she asks, "So what's this about a suspect?"

Fin replies, "He turned himself in. He hasn't confessed yet, but he says he'll only speak to the captain. And get this - he's quite the charmer." Olivia sighed before opening the door to the interrogation room.

Nick raises his hands, a wide grin spreading across his face. You stand behind him, your smile mirroring his mischievous expression.

"Oh, my God, Nick," Liv laughs as she and Finn walk into the room. "Whose idea was this?" She looks around the group to see who was the one who set this up.

“Mine.” You answer, raising your hand, and moving around the table closer to the squad.

“What, you’re captain now, you don’t like surprises?” Nick asks, stepping closer to the Captain.

Liv shakes her head with a grin, closing the distance between her and Nick, and pulling him into a hug. Nick now faces you as the captain asks, "What brings you to New York?"

"Besides you guys," Nick replies, giving you a tender look, "I missed you all. But this isn't just a personal trip - I've been working for a company called FORYM for the last few years, and I'm here because of an old SVU case I want to reopen." Nick proceeds to inform the squad about the developments in his life over the past few years.

You listen intently as Nick recounts his time in California, describing the cases he worked on and the people he's met. You can see the passion on his face, his eyes lighting up as he talks about his work. He pauses for a moment before he continues, glancing at you and the way you look at him. There's a spark between the two of you, a connection that's still strong and present even after all the time that's passed.

Finn and Olivia look between the two of you, taking in the way you're looking at each other. Neither of them misses the tension in the air, and they both know what's going on. Finn in particular gives you a knowing smirk, and you can tell he's enjoying this.

Your phone buzzes with a new text message. "Carisi got the warrant, I'm going to pick it up. Text me if you need anything," After bidding farewell to the group, you make your way to Carisi’s office.

Nick: You busy tonight?

 You: No. You?

Nick: Nope, nightcap?

You: Of course, you’d think I’d say no after last night’s performance.

Nick: See ya then. 

You: <3

[transgenderism-horror]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nick Amaro/Brian Cassidy Characters: Nick Amaro, Brian Cassidy Additional Tags: One Shot, Fluff, Established Relationship, I Love You, Bad Spanish, Rare Pairings, okay I definitely hate tagging Summary:

When Cassidy doesn’t respond, Nick frowns. He shifts his attention from the underside of the sink to Cassidy, watching as the other’s feet stop. He blinks.

[nuka-cherries]

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[kryptonitejelly]

nick amaro x reader // law and order SVU - yet another one, same universe as this moment (ft. a hint of the criminal minds team because I can)

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“Nick, you coming?” Liv calls out to Nick who trails behind the team as they exit the court.

“Nah, you guys go ahead,” Nick responds, his eyes darting around along the hallways of the courthouse as soon as he steps out through the doors.

“Are you really passing up on a chance to empty Barba’s bank account?” Amanda asks.

“Have a few more drinks for me,” Nick responds absently as he pulls out his phone to tap swiftly at the screen in attempt to pull the court schedule for the day on screen. It takes a couple of seconds of scrolling before he locates his target - your name marked against a short list of information which includes a courtroom number. He bids the team farewell in an almost hasty manner, a shine to his eyes that the team knew only meant one thing - you, before turning sharply on his heel to make his way down the hallway.

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Nick locates the courtroom without much difficulty. He slides in silently through the doors before slipping himself into a seat at the back. He’s caught you in the middle of your closing submissions. The content is sombre, gruesome even, with your caseload being mostly in homicide, but Nick doesn’t focus in the words, choosing instead to let himself hone in on the way you glide up and down the bench of jurors in -‘ easy, but carefully thought up positioning. He lets his gaze travel along your face, the side of your jaw. You look magnificent - is what Nick decides as he hears the hum of your voice drawing itself to a conclusions as you deliver the final few lines of your closing statement.

“Thank you,” he hears you say as you hold the gaze of the jury for a beat more, before making your way back to your chair, heels clicking against the polished floors.

He listens to the judge give directions to the jury before banging the gavel down. The courtroom erupts in a buzz of noises - chairs shifting, murmurs and movement as the jury shuffle out to deliberate. He sees you stand, only to be caught by two tall men - one lanky and in a sweater vest, the other in a suit. Nick recognises them as Agents Reid and Hotchner from the FBI, Agents whose team he knew you worked with now and then. He doesn’t leave his seat, content to watch you engaged in the conversation as your hands move in tandem, gathering your belongings off the desk.

You turn, as you move to sling the straps of your bag onto your shoulder and Nick’s gaze finally meets yours as your line of sight lands on him, a lone figure in the back row of the courtroom. It makes your face brighten, the difference stark enough to cause both Agents to pause and look back.

Nick stands, as you begin to make your way towards him while still conversing with the Agents who follow in step.

“I guess we’ll see,” is what he hears you say to the two men who hum in agreement, “it’s out of our hands now.”

“Detective,” Agent Hotchner’s greeting is accompanies by a wave from his lankier companion.

“Agents,” Nick returns the courtesy as he steps out, slipping his hand casually, and easily into yours.

“I’ll see you both,” Nick feels you lace your fingers through his, as you signal the end of the conversation to the two profilers who give you quick nods. He takes it as his cute to lead you towards the door of the courtroom, which you gladly take.

“I’ve said it before” he begins as you both slip out into the hallway, past the lingering crowd, “but the courtroom suits you.”

“You say it every time,” you chuckle as you feel him tighten his hold on your hand. It makes Nick smile.

“Dinner?” He asks, as you both find yourselves walking towards the lifts. It was one of those blessed Friday that you both were done with work for the day at a reasonable time. Nick had caught enough of the judge’s closing remarks to know she had directed the jury to reconvene their deliberations on Monday.

“Chinese?”

“You read my mind.”

“Can we not get out of bed till the weekend is over,” you stretch your neck to a side as you both stand in front of the lift doors waiting for the elevator to hit your floor.

“We won’t move an inch,” Nick brings the back your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss into your skin.

“I’m holding you to that,” you say looking at him, watching the corners of his eyes crinkle in amusement.

“Maybe more than an inch,” he winks at you before dropping both your hands between you both again, “but without leaving the bed.”

“Nicolas Fiorello Amaro, Jr.” you chide with a grin.

“Save that,” he says before leaning his lips over to brush against the side of your head, “for the weekend.”

[danny-pino-group-therapy]

AN: This fic is purely self-indulgent! I needed it at this time Sorry for my grammar and poorly written story. It was off the cuff.

TW’s: If any of the following are likely or even remotely possible to trigger you PLEASE DO NOT READ BELOW! Depression; Mania; Manic Depressive; Bipolar disorder; Self Harm Scars; Self Harm Thoughts; Suicidal Thoughts; Mental Illness.

WC: 1,808

“Have you ever felt so alone even when you’re surrounded by people?” You looked up at Nick, thick tears gathering in your eyes at the admission of how you were handling life and all its highs and lows currently.

Nick felt his heart break as he looked down at you, curled up on your oversized comfy sofa. As he had come into the apartment an hour ago after not hearing from you all day and not seeing you at work, he noticed your place was eerily quiet save for a few sniffles coming from the living room. The place seemed almost untouched, with no dishes in the sink, no drinking glasses anywhere, or the water bottle you carried around faithfully. The only place that seemed lived in at all was the living room, where it appeared you had camped out the last couple of days at least. A blanket tossed haphazardly over the back of the couch, takeout boxes on the coffee table, and a couple of plastic water bottles on the floor. It was very apparent to Nick you weren’t feeling well mentally and in a dark place.

Nick exhaled a shaky breath before taking a tentative seat on the sofa beside you. He knew you well enough to know that when in a state like this you wanted your space but you needed him close by too.

“Yeah…yeah Hermosa I have.” He sighed. “I don’t know how you’re currently feeling or what you’re dealing with baby but I’ve felt that way. Tell me what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours.” The handsome hazelnut-eyed detective let his hand reach out towards you, holding it over your thigh. “When did you first start feeling this way? Hmm?” He spoke softly, his voice full of concern.

“I don’t know. Everything just snowballed.” You sniffled and looked up to the ceiling as tears welled even further in your eyes while you tried not to cry openly, always wanting to remain strong on the outside for everyone else. Nick though…Nick saw right through it all. He always had and always would and as he did he pulled you to him, into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you; his large hand on your head soothing down your hair before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

Nick had been in your life for nearly five years now, at first only a partner at work but now your boyfriend for nearly a year after you both confessed your feelings after an argument after a frustrating week and a huge disagreement. You had yelled at him your feelings and he stared at you dumbfounded, never believing anything so good could happen to him, so good as to have you have the same feelings he felt for you, that is. That was Nick though, Nick Amaro who never thought he deserved the best in life which you always felt he did, knew he did. Then again you felt the same way toward yourself. Never believing you deserved anything good or anyone good in your life and that anything or anyone good had to have an alterer motive. Perhaps that’s why you were kindred spirits, you both knew how the other felt in some similar sort of way all the while knowing it was completely different sets of situations that led you to the place you were in life now.

Nick looked over to the table behind the couch seeing your medicine containers filled still from the last week. You hadn’t taken them then, a reckless decision in a moment of mania or brain fog, maybe both, he couldn’t be sure until asking further. While at work the detective was one of the best at interrogations he was careful when it came to you, he knew you hated feeling like you were being interrogated like one of his perps. It always ended up in you pulling even further away and shutting everyone, including him, out. “You didn't take your meds this week?” He questioned softly as he caressed your hair and back.

“I don’t know. I can’t remember when.” You muttered.

“Baby…you had an alarm set. What happened? I wanted to be here but I was undercover. I’m so sorry mi amor. I can’t always be here to remind you, you know that right? I worry. You have to take your meds so you feel better; so you feel okay.” Nick urged, feeling himself worry even more now at your words.

“Nick…Nick I don’t need you to babysit me. I know what I did was reckless. I know I skipped. One day I got up late, and I missed my alarm, and cut it off. The next day I said I didn’t have time, so I skipped it. The next, the same. The following I forgot, the same with the next and the next, and then I got to the point where I felt amazing I didn’t need it I thought. I was stupid and things spiraled. It felt great for a while! Boy did it feel fucking great. Now…now I just feel empty, and alone. Alone when I’m at work. Alone here. Alone with you. It doesn’t matter, I’m alone.” You started to feel yourself get carried away trying to explain what your mind felt like right now.

The detective listened, his heart clutching at your words and the pain and conflicting thoughts you had to be having right now.

“It’s not normal and it’s not okay. I just. I want to feel okay. I don’t want to have to live life on meds and still battle my thoughts, my mind saying awful things. I’m filled with rage and with hate and I’m not…I’m not hateful, I’m not vengeful, I’m not like this Nick. You know I’m not! I’m empathetic, I’m kind, I feel other people’s emotions and pain so deep inside myself that I carry it wherever I go and I try to make it better. I’m not this person my mind makes me believe I am.” You pushed off of Nick’s chest, or tried I should say but he held you tight to him knowing in a moment you’d break, the flood of tears would form and you’d not be able to stop it. Knowing you you probably hadn’t cried in a long time and needed it. Needed to feel healthy and not with the methods you used to use. Nick’s mind flashed with the memories of new scratches and new cuts and new bruises before you and he had gotten together and you had started an intensive therapy course and continued with therapy and treatment since. You had relapses of course but it hadn’t been as frequent and he had made it his life mission that no one, not even yourself, would harm you again. The squad and so many others, including yourself told him that it wasn’t his fault if you had faltered or slipped again, that it wasn’t his duty to make sure you were okay 24/7 but he still took it seriously and it made you feel even more guilty you had hurt him so bad by hurting yourself.

“Baby… Hermosa, you…you haven’t hurt yourself again have you?” He was afraid to ask…afraid of what the answer might be. He had been gone away without contact all week and had no idea if you were okay or not even if you assured him you were a big girl. Even the squad had said they’d check on you, which they did until you stopped letting anyone in yesterday morning.

“No…no, I haven’t. I’ve had thoughts but I haven’t.” You choked up and the man looked over your hands that had clutched his shirt desperately then down to your wrists and arms seeing no signs of new red angry skin. “It’s like a fucked up addiction. I did it to feel. I did it to make sure I was alive and all the while forget that I was and attempt not to have to deal with it at all anymore. I hate it. I hate I started it but I did now I have to live with it all because I started and my fucked up bipolar.” You cried.

“How…how can you even stand me?? Why do you want to be with me? Why? I’m so fucked up Nick! I’m screwed up! Why would YOU want ME? Me of all the women you could have, you chose the girl with a brain so messed up as mine.” You broke down as the handsome raven-haired detective held you tighter, tears gathering in his own eyes as you soaked his shirt with your own.

“Because I’ve never seen someone so compassionate. Someone so filled with life when you’re interested in something you can’t stop talking about it. Your eyes light up, your smile is huge and you can go on for ages until you realize I’m staring at you with my stupid big grin. Because of your smile, your spirit lights up even the darkest of moments, of days, the darkest corners of my mind. When I think of having you as my work partner and my girlfriend I ask how fucking lucky am I to have you by my side to confide in, to hold, and to love. How lucky am I that Zara and Gil have another amazing woman in their life who can teach them compassion for others and empathy and set a good example. Baby love you so much. I know we’re both fucked up but you are the light in the center of my heart that keeps it beating. That keeps me going. I don’t care that you have times when your life feels a mess, mine feels like a shit show most of the time too but when I hold you, or you hold me, I feel I’m sane. I’m okay. I’ll be okay because you’re here now. You’re going to be okay? Alright? I’m here. I’m going to love you through this and beyond. We’ll get you back on track and get you feeling better. I love you, please…try never to forget, even if you do, I’m going to remind you every day for the rest of eternity that you’re loved and cherished not just by me but by family and our squad and friends. Always.” Nick held your face in his large calloused hands gently as he spoke before kissing your tear-stained face and lips. “I love you. Please rest here, okay? When you get up I’ll be right here. We’ll start new. It’s going to be okay. I’ve got you.” He cooed and rocked slowly side to side hoping to soothe you as you cried yourself to sleep knowing Nick was right, he would be there for you and help you till you saw the daylight again.

Author’s Note: Please if you feel hopeless, empty, sad, or alone or are having any thoughts of SH, Suicide, or even just a feeling of helplessness and depression, call or text your local hotline (FOUND HERE). I have used the Crisis text line (text HOME to 741741 in the USA) several times and it helps to have someone to listen when you hate or are anxious about talking on the phone! If not these lines, please friends/family for support or someone who will listen to you. I’m here to speak to you and try to understand even in your darkest time you aren’t alone even if you feel you are. You are enough and you are loved. I love you. ❤️

[hoobgooblinn]

Oh this one did something to me

[aperrywilliams]

CM and SVU? I sign up for it!

5 hours apart

[spencer reid x reader]

summary: “I miss you. I miss you so much it hurts.” “I don't want you to miss me. It's tearing me apart.” from this prompt list.

pairing: spencer reid x svu!detective!f!reader

w.c: 3.7K

warnings/content: long distance relationship; crying; sadness; discussions of a case related to kidnapping (brief); migraine; this o.s approaches healthy siblings dynamic and some childhood trauma, be aware; discussions about marriage; spencer does not beat the pipe cleaner allegations.

A/N: decided to do a crossover one shot between criminal minds and law and order: svu (my newest obsession)because I love both shows (and nick amaro has older brother vibes) and it fit pretty well. there's like a few Spanish terms that I used and please consider that I did Spanish in high school and had a few classes afterwards, forgive me if I made some misspellings.

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There are two missed calls on your phonescreen when you turn it on. The heavy load of paperwork you needed to finish plus the migraine that did not leave you alone forced you to turn your phone off during the daytime so you could concentrate on working. Amanda and Fin telling you to go home wasn't as effective as your boss ordering the exact same thing upon seeing your tired state. Thankfully, by the time he did that, you had already finished everything and you happily obliged.

The keychain clinking against the doorknob makes you drop your shoulders in relief. You aren't home but it's close enough. It's been a few months since you have stepped into your brother's place, but it's the same as you remember. Grey couch, the spotless kitchen island that you can see as soon as you walk in, the innumerous pictures of your brother and your niece scattered around the walls.

You throw your dark brown blazer on the loveseat across the room and sit on the couch unceremoniously, pressing play on the latest voice message.

“Hey... It's me. I called you before and it went straight to voicemail, I... I forgot to say something.” You snort, hair falling off of your ponytail as you let it loose down your shoulders. Never have you ever seen your boyfriend forget something. “I'm sorry I couldn't make it. I know I promised and I really wanted to go but the case, it was a serious one, they needed me.” The guilt in his voice breaks a part of you inside. “I-I'm sorry I let you down.” There's a beat, some voices in the background that you can't make out who it is because they're too far away. “I love you and I'll make it up to you, okay? Call me when you can, please.” And the message ends.

You only notice you start crying when a sob echoes through the room and the sound comes from you.

You were never mad at him. Deep down, you expected him to cancel on you because of a case, you knew you would if you were needed. Both if you are not the kind of people who let your people hanging, especially if the reason is work. And that's fine, when you started dating Spencer, that was the first thing you understood, as he did.

Being far away from him is what kills you. You manage to work long-distance. He visits you on his (rare) day-offs, you escape for a few days to Virginia. It works. It's how you do. But there are moments in which you just need him close and it's not like you can drive over to his apartment right away. 5 hours apart does that to a couple. It's not unbearable, but it's painful.

You miss him.

So you dial the number you know by heart, sniffling quietly on your bubble of loneliness in the empty apartment.

You don't know where he is, if he's home, if he's in a completely different timezone. You don't care.

It rings twice before his voice fills up the call. “Hi—Hey, angel.” He sounds frantic. You smile thinking he must have been waiting for your call.

“Hey, Spence,” you respond, folding your knees on the couch. “Are you home? I didn't text first to see if it was a good time to talk, sorry.”

“It's always a good time to talk to you.” He says without hesitantion. “I'm on the motel, packing.”

“Oh, so did the case end okay?”

You can feel the relief through his exhale. “Yes, we found the boy on time. He's finally back with his parents. Home.”

Your mouth twitches, “that's good.” And you make sure to add as you always do, “you saved a life today, I'm proud of you.”

His soft awkward chuckle causes a tearful grin out of you. You can practically see him blushing.

“Thank you. It was... It's a good feeling.”

“Are you happy?”

“Not really.”

You brows furrow slightly. “Why? Did something happen?”

“I miss you,” he says. “I am happy that we saved someone today, of course but... You know, the first person I wanted to tell it to was you. I just— I miss you. So much it hurts.”

You close your eyes as the tears slip one by one down your cheeks, you felt their salty taste. Your chest clenching as you stay silent for what feels like several minutes until Spencer's concerned tone breaks the silence.

“Angel?”

“Please don't miss me. It's tearing me apart.” Your request doesn't quite make sense but you don't have time to think it through before you say it. It just what comes out of your heart.

“Please, don't cry.”

You let out a tearful laugh, attempting to dry your tears foolishly.

“I'm always missing you, sweetheart. I'm sorry but that's inevitable.” He adds, sadly.

“It hurts so fucking much.”

Spencer clears his throat and you know he's either refraining from crying himself or trying to mask it.

“I know. I'm sorry.” He pauses. “I wish I was there.”

You shake your head even though he can't see it. “'s not your fault. It's your job, you can't help it.”

"I hate it that you're crying and I'm not there to comfort you."

"I'm fine," you whisper, sniffling. "Don't worry about me. Today was just... A shitty day, really."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You hum, fiddling with the soft fabric of the light green hand-knit throw blanket your brother always left on his couch. "Migraine." It's what you say and all he needs to know to wince in the other side of the line.

"Did you take something for it?" Spencer is aware of your frequent migraines and how much they bother you.

"Yeah, it's okay now." You reply even though there's a little painful pang in the back of your back right now.

"Maybe you should try to sleep a little. Did you know that sleeping seven hours every night impacts on your focus, body weight and immune system? Actually, adults aged from sixteen to sixty years should all get at least seven hours sleep every night, but that's almost never happens because of people's usual hectic work schedules-" He sucks in a breathe upon noticing he's rambling non-stop. You laugh and suddenly the harsh grip on your heart diminishes a little. His voice appeasing the momentary heartache you're going through.

"Says you. Who never sleeps, anyway. And work on caffeine 24/7."

"Hey," his tone has a tinge of amusement but he pretends to be offended. "I sleep."

"You do when I'm there. Cause I force you."

"Oh, you're so cruel to me, angel."

Your lips widen into a smirk. "That I am."

The conversation carries on for a while, until you figure out which time it is where he is and immediately orders him to go to sleep because he has an early flight to catch in the morning. He's reluctant, but he eventually lets it go because you need to sleep too and you will talk in the next day again.

Before he hangs up, he asks, the first time he hesitates in the call. "Uh, does- does your brother hate me?"

Your brain takes a few seconds to grasp what he's implying, until you remember what was supposed to happen this weekend. Spencer would come over to your place in New York to meet your brother.

You bite your lip, straightening your legs out on the ouch. "Yeah, about that..."

"He does, doesn't he? I don't blame him, I did screw up-"

"Wait, baby, that's not it. I... I actually didn't tell him." A pause, you curse under your breath. Now he must thing you didn't want him to come. "Spence?"

"Did I pressure to do something you didn't want? I should have asked you if you wanted meet to meet him, right? I think I kind of invited myself over and-"

"Stop." You cut him off. "No, Spencer. You didn't pressure me into anything. I want you two to meet, of course I do. You're one of the most important people to me, but I really forgot. I'm not making up an excuse."

"Alright, yeah. Okay." He says and you hear a door closing and wood creaking. He must be sitting on the bed.

"I love you." You receive the mental image of the scrunch of his nose and the smile he can't help whenever you drop the L bomb out of nowhere. "And you know he doesn't have to approve anything, right? Nick has no say in who I date or not."

"But he's your brother, he's important to you and I would meet him someday anyway because- I, well." Your body shakes with laughter and the phone almost drops from your hand.

"What, are you proposing now, genius? Through the phone, really?"

"Don't make fun of me." Spencer warns playfully.

You take a few seconds to process that he doesn't deny it. You said it as a joke but he didn't even deny it that he thinks about marrying you. God, your chest could combust.

"You think about it?" You ask, shifting your position to bring your knees to your chest. "Us? Someday?"

"You mean getting married to you? Yes. I do. We haven't discussed it yet, but... Yes, I do think about it."

"Mhm."

"Has it ever... crossed your mind?" He's reluctant, shy to ask even. You find it cute as everything Spencer Reid does. Marriage is something that never really crossed your mind, to be honest. You think is nice when people get married and show their love to their loved ones, but your parents' relationship carved a fear deep within your chest and your entire perception of love had to be relearned through the years they separated. One thing that you learned is that no person and no relationship is the same. It's not because your father broke your trust and destroyed a part of your and your brother's childhood that your future partners will do the same. It is easier said than done, but you're coming around to the idea.

"Not before you." You admit quietly.

"Oh."

“Yeah.” You ponder out loud. “It scares me a bit, that I consider spending the rest of my life by your side. Doesn't it scare you?”

“It does,” he replies. “But the idea is nice to think about.”

You smile, letting out a soft breath. “Yeah, it is nice.”

A male voice calls out for him in his end and you know he has to go. You had already taken up much of his time, anyway.

“They want to go to a bar nearby to celebrate.” Spencer explains to you, not sounding too thrilled about the idea.

You snicker, “go have fun, genius. You deserve it. Try to enjoy it even if this is not your usual idea for fun. I love you.”

“I love you more.” Spencer says and laughs at your groan of protest on the other side.

“We're not going to be one of those couples who never hang up because you love me more or no, I love you more, Spencer.”

“I just like to mess with you.” He admits with an edge of amusement to his tone. And damn you miss the smirk you know he's making right now.

“Yeah, I know. Now go, have fun. And have a safe flight tomorrow, text me when you land?”

“Of course, angel. Try to sleep a bit, you need the rest.”

You smile. “Sure. Bye, Spence.”

“Bye, angel.”

An hour or two goes by since your phone call with your boyfriend and manage to cook some dinner and then throw yourself back on the couch while a random show is played on TV. You end up falling asleep and wake up upon hearing the jiggling keys against the door of your brother's apartment, rubbing your eyes in your disoriented sleepy state. Checking your phone, the screen says 11p.m.

Nick stops midway from his way to the couch, where he was probably about to throw himself at. From his tired eyes and hunched over stance, you are able to tell how exhausted he is. “Why are you always here?” Nick throws himself on the floor instead, his head falling against your knees. The tone he used would make you slap him right behind his ear, if you weren't still with your mind in that phone call and a million miles away from New York. “I thought you rented an apartment. Or is it that you just miss me?”

“I don't miss you.” You mumble, voice muffled by the soft fabric of the blanket covering half of your face. “I see you every day, idiot. How can I miss you.”

Nick raises an arm towards your calf and you immediately kick his hand away before it can get to your feet. He chuckles, fluttering his eyes open for the first time since he got home. He glances up at you, who's glaring at him. His smile falls.

“What's wrong?”

You shrug, pulling your knees up to your chest and turning your head towards the TV. You weren't paying attention since the show started, you had no idea what is going on. “I cooked dinner. Left you a plate on the microwave. Go eat, I bet you didn't have a proper meal. You never do.”

“That's not true—”

“Eating burritos isn't a proper meal, Nick.” You groan as he tries to take another look at your face. “Stop it. I'm fine.”

“Yeah, I don't buy it. What happened?” If there's one thing your brother is, that thing is anxious. Nick is a worrier. And he's completely paranoid about knowing what's going on to find a solution before the time runs out. Even if there is no time to run out. He gently tips your chin up, frowning. “Why have you been cryin’?”

You turn your face away from his reach, sitting up on the couch. You take a moment to form your answer and he's anxiously waiting for it, coffee-brown eyes inspecting your matching ones.

You decide to go simple, but it's also the truth. “'s not a good day, that's all.”

He blinks and then the concern opens some space for understanding in his expression. And just like that, he figures out what's been making you upset. You don't doubt that he really knows, since your brother and you always understand each other with a look.

“D'you wanna talk about it?” His usual sarcastic tone gives place to a softer one. The one he uses in moments where his little sister needs her older brother.

You shrug, letting out a sigh before resting your head against the couch, eyes studying the ceiling. “It's nothing, I just... I miss Virginia, that's all.”

Nick hums, nodding. “You mean you miss the skinny kid from the FBI.”

A laugh bubbles out of you unexpectedly, you playfully shove his shoulder as he offers you an unimpressed look.

“Stop being mean to him.”

“Me?” Nick pulls himself up to the sofa, groaning when his joints complain as he stands up. “'m not being mean to anybody.”

“Okay, grandpa.”

“Hey,” he throws a pillow at you, narrowing his eyes threateningly. “you don't get to be mean to me.” You roll your eyes. There he goes playing the older card that just makes him look exactly like an elderly. “Why don't you take a few days off? I can't remember the last time you did that.” Before you can respond to that, he frowns, turning to you as if he just had thought of something. “Or why doesn't the skinny kid come and visit you? It's not that hard.”

“He was gonna to that this weekend.” His raised eyebrow makes you sigh and shake your head. “He had a case last minute, so he couldn't.”

He pauses, munching on his cheek. You question his thoughtful expression.

“What? No jokes now?”

“It's serious then? You and him.”

You blink at him, puzzled by the question. It wasn't what you expected. “W—yes. Why would you ask that?” He had walked up to the kitchen to grab a bite of whatever you had made him and you followed right behind.

“Nothin’,” he says, turning the microwave on and stepping towards the fridge to grab something to drink. “I just never saw you in a serious relationship.”

You pause.

Okay, you had a few flings in your life, it's not like your love life is messy, it is actually pretty simple. You and the people you've previously have relationships (or situationships) enjoyed having fun. You weren't looking for anything serious and when you were... well, your job got in the way. Until Spencer Reid. He's the unexpected occurrence that showed up during a local case to investigate a series of murders in the city of New York and both of your teams worked together. If someone told you before that you would get attached so quickly to someone and consider driving five hours just because you missed them then you would have laughed in their face.

Your brother might actually have a point. He had never seen you in a serious commitment before, he has, however, had the opportunity to try and scare off some of your partners — the ones he accidentally met, at least.

“I don't need to disclosure every aspect of my love life to you, Nicholas.”

You crossed your arms as the corner of his lips lift in a knowing smile. “Stand down, tiger. I just made an observation, no need to get defensive.”

“I'm not.” You say, shifting on your feet, suddenly self-conscious with the whole conversation. It's difficult to talk about someone so important to you to another someone that's important to you. You've never share much about your personal life and inner struggles with anybody, and that has everything to do with the man you call “father” in the biological sense. But Spencer managed to push through these walls and he didn't demeaned you because of your trauma, neither did he treated you as if you were made out of glass, that you could shatter at any given second. He understood you and you understood him, which is why love has always been within your reach in your relationship. It was only a matter of time.

“He's important to you, isn't he?” The microwave beeped but none of you move.

“Yes.” You utter, playing with the ring on your index finger. “I know we don't— we don't talk about these stuff...”

“We can if you want to—”

“No, it's not— That's not it. I mean. You're my brother and we have a good communication but I never felt the need to formally introduce anyone to you because you're family, Nick. You're my only family,” you finally look at him. “If it ever got to the point, one day, where it was worth it for me to do that, then I would. I just thought that I wasn't made for love, you know?”

You see him rushing to disagree with you and probably say you can't think like this and that is not true, so you intervene before, smiling.

“But I know that that is not true, alright? Porque le quiero y sé que él también.” His eyes soften at your claim and you feel like crying again because you miss Spencer and you wish he's there with you. “So yeah, it is serious. And the reason he was going to come visit me was to meet you properly.”

“What?”

“Yes. That was my reaction too.” A fond smile takes over your mouth. “He insisted he wanted to meet you because he knows how important you are to me.”

“Oh.” He is officially caught off guard and it makes you chuckle. That is a rare image you're seeing in front of you. No one catches Nick Amaro off guard. One point to Spencer, I guess. “Well, now I just have to meet this chico who stole my sister's heart.” He's back to his playful persona, lifting a hand to ruffle your hair, and you flip him off. “Let's see if he is all that you claim he is.”

“He's a good guy, asshole.” He hums, munching on his food. “You'll see,” you say with a small grin while you turn back to the living room to lay back on the couch.

“We'll see.” He mumbles from the kitchen, shaking his head when a thought crosses his mind. He can't believe you fell in love, he still sees you as an annoying toddler who wouldn't let him be at school while he was trying to impress his friends because you were too shy to make your own and would cling to him like a lifeline. In all honesty, Nick has always enjoyed your company, it makes him feel grounded. He cares about your well-being and tries to protect you from every bad thing you have to face, but he knows he can't. Sometimes, you gotta face things on your own. And, sometimes, you don't need your older brother to shield you from pain. It's hard for him to accept that, especially after what you both endured through your lives.

You're all grown up now and he has to stand down his overprotective side because you can handle things, he knows you do. Though he'll be there, in the corner, having your back as always. Because that's what brothers do.

Hopefully, this Spencer Reid will pass the test.

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[translation]

Porque le quiero y sé que él también. = because I love him and I know that he does too

chico = boy, kid

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taglist: @lilyviolets ; @whore-for-spencer-reid ; @yeonalie @ninkieminjaj ;

[transgenderism-horror]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nick Amaro/Brian Cassidy Characters: Brian Cassidy, Nick Amaro Additional Tags: One Shot, Angry Kissing, Making Out, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, I'm loving writing with them, trying to write with cassidy is a lot of fun, because he's a complex character that has been totally unexplored, and I think cassaro (yes their ship name is cassaro I decided) is very interesting! Summary:

When Cassidy is slammed roughly against the wall of the cleaning closet, he almost feels grateful for the violence, for the brutality.

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Who are your mutuals or friends on here – and – who do you want to be your mutuals or friends?

Before I go into this I want to say. If you're looking for friends on here, want to talk about writing, fandoms, couple cannon or not message me! I love to talk to new people. My writing and coming on here has slowed a bit but I'm happy to talk!

It was nice to go through all these and reread some of the stories I loved and see if anything was new.

Mutuals that I talk to often

@polkadotpenguin16 and I talk often. I follow her stories and we often preread each other's stuff. Also just a generally awesome human. If you like Sonny Carisi (SVU) she has quite a few stories out now. And she gives awesome recs!

@chicaotaku17 and I have recently started chatting. They recently started writing for Chicago One. They have started a light hearted HalsteadSister fic if that is your jam.

People I follow & Recommend

I put some of these in another post but they deserve the credit and maybe this will help more people find them! Seriously check them out!

@felicitysmoaksx writes fanfics for Jay Halstead & Kim Burgess (Burgstead) for my followers who found me reading RRR. They also have a wide variety of stories for Connor Rhodes/ Sarah Reese that I love! It's my two favorite couples to read for One Chicago and they are both near impossible to find.

@tropes-and-tales-archives has awesome Sonny Carisi content that I reread probably a little too much. Whistle Down The Wind is probably my favorite at this point.

@bullet-prooflove writes for so many different fandoms and does a damn good job at it. Be warned if you start going through their masterlists you will be there for days. Totally worth the hyperfixation! I go back to comfort read all the time.

@plaidbooks SVU content- you will definitely spend some time on this page before you run out of things to read! Nick Amaro and Joe Velasco got it for me.

@svuwritings SVU mostly Nick Amarou and Sonny Carisi

@itsgrimeytime has great Rick Grimes content but I don't think they are actively posting anymore. Still, check them out!

@crossbowking Some of the best damn Daryl Dixon stories you will ever read. They capture him perfectly. Binge to your heart's content.

@arrowenchantress reblogs a lot of stories I like which introduces me to new authors. I think it's Rick Grimes and Logan Howlett (X-men) content that brought me to the page.

@storiesofsvu has so many fandoms for you to choose from SVU, Chicago PD, Criminal Minds, and NCIS

@fightmewiatch I'm pretty sure that Nick Torres content brought me to their page. But I keep around to read their Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, and Teen Wolf content.

@pascalispretty SVU stories. Sonny Carisi and Nick Armaro. They also have SonnyxRafael if that tickles your fancy.

@angelwings-crossbowstrings Daryl Dixon stories- need I say more. Enjoy

[nuka-cherries]

Chapters: 24/? Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Nick Amaro/Rafael Barba Characters: Nick Amaro, Rafael Barba, Odafin "Fin" Tutuola, John Munch, Olivia Benson, Amanda Rollins Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, idiots to lovers, Español | Spanish, Spanish Speaking Writer, Latina Writer, season 14, Bisexual Nick Amaro - Freeform, Bisexual Rafael Barba, Pining Rafael Barba, Pining Nick Amaro, Mutual Pining, Romantic Comedy, telenovela behavior, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, latin america, Mental Health Issues, Mental Breakdown, Intrusive Thoughts, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, POV Rafael Barba, POV Nick Amaro, Latin American Music, projecting my entire ✨trauma✨ onto nick amaro, #JustLatinoThings, intimacy issues, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Song Lyrics, Minors DNI Summary:

“Detective, wipe that look off your face.”

“What look?” Nick balked. How did he know?!

“That look,” Barba said as he flipped through the folder. The bastard was not even looking.

“That look? You're not even looking at me.”

“I don't have to be looking to know.”

“To know what, Counselor?”

Barba finally looked over to him. “That you need to wipe it off.” He had the nerve to smile.

Nick could not believe he had the nerve to blush.

///// Nick Amaro hates Rafael Barba. Until he makes him smile and he is smitten. Rafael Barba is not a fan of Nick Amaro. Until he makes a silly joke and he hears Nick laugh.

They are both so fucked. //// Music links to follow along are now embedded in each chapter!

Spotify soundtrack for the fic here!

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We’re so back! <3 

[otrtbs]

i can't even lie i might start reading law and order svu fanfic abt nick amaro that man is sOOOoooOOOoo fine

[sinner-sunflower]

Nick Amaro fics?

Been on a SVU mood lately and Nick Amaro still has my heart after all these years <3

Do you guys have any Amaro fics (either on ao3 or fanfic net) that isn't a reader insert, original character, Benson x Amaro, or Rollins x Amaro?

I just need to find Nick Amaro centric fics lajsdlka it's a bit hard.

Would gladly appreciate linking me to the stories!

[danny-pino-group-therapy]

Whispers in the Rain

Word Count: 571

Authors note: A self indulging comfort fic! Restless night and I needed some Amaro comfort.

Warnings: None

The room was dim, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting a warm light over Tiffany and Nick as they lay together. The sound of rain pattered against the window, a calming rhythm that seemed to echo Nick’s steady breathing. His russet skin seemed to glow under the amber light, his warmth palpable as he held Tiffany close.

She had been restless all evening, her thoughts spinning in endless circles. But Nick, as always, noticed immediately. He could read her moods better than anyone. His strong arms wrapped around her like a shield, his touch gentle but firm.

“Amor,” he said softly, his voice low and steady, “what’s goin’ on in that beautiful head of yours? You’re wound up tighter than a spring.”

Tiffany sighed, burying her face in his chest. She loved the way his heart beat beneath her cheek, a soothing rhythm that seemed to ground her. “It’s just… everything. Work. Stress. My mind won’t let me rest.”

Nick’s hand moved to stroke her hair, his fingers combing through it with care. “You’re not alone in this, Hermosa,” he murmured. “Whatever you’re carryin’, you hand it over to me. I’ve got you.”

She looked up at him, her eyes soft and full of trust. Nick leaned down, brushing a kiss against her forehead. His lips lingered there for a moment before he pulled back, meeting her gaze with his own—dark, warm, and full of love.

“You know,” he began, his tone quieter now, “I grew up watchin’ my mom carry too much on her own. My old man… he made life hell for her. For all of us.” His jaw tightened for a moment, but when he looked at Tiffany again, his expression softened. “But I swore to myself a long time ago, I’d never let anyone I love feel that kind of weight. Especially not you, baby.”

Tiffany reached up, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing briefly as he let out a slow breath. “You’re nothing like him, Nick,” she whispered. “You’re kind. Protective. Loving. You make me feel so safe.”

His arms tightened around her, pulling her even closer. “That’s all I ever want, Amor. To make you feel loved. Protected. Like nothin’ in this world can touch you.”

He kissed her again, this time on her temple, then her cheek, and finally her lips—soft, lingering, and full of unspoken promises. When he pulled back, he began to talk in that soothing, deep voice she adored. He told her stories about his childhood—the moments of light amidst the darkness, his mother’s resilience, and how he��d always dreamed of having a love like theirs.

“Close your eyes, Hermosa,” he whispered, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. “You’re safe. You’re mine, and I’ll always take care of you.”

The warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart, and the weight of his love finally began to quiet her racing thoughts. As Tiffany’s breathing slowed, her body melted into his embrace, and she drifted into sleep.

Nick stayed awake for a while, his hand still stroking her back, his gaze fixed on her peaceful face. “I love you, Tiff,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “You’re my world.”

The rain outside continued its gentle rhythm, but inside, everything was calm. Nick held her close, his warmth radiating through the room, a quiet guardian in the night.