#amaro x you

[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.

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Nick Amaro: Drunk

This has been sitting in my drafts for months. So, I decided to finish it up. This was an idea that I was really excited about that I had a really hard time writing and just kind of lost it. Hope you enjoy it anyhow xoxo 

You hear a brief knock on your door before it's thrown open. You hear a scuff of feet and enough of a ruckus for you to check to see what is going on. Finn had Nick halfway through the doorway when you turned the corner to the door. A simple one over told you that your boyfriend was very drunk. More than you have ever seen him. You knew that he had been having a bad week with a particularly bad case. “Cariño, luz de mi vida (Sweetheart, light of my life).” Nick’s Spanish was slurred but he sounded upbeat and happy.  

“Hey amor,” You greet Nick before smiling at Finn. You thank Finn for bringing him home and wave him way when he offers to help get Nick to bed. You can tell that Nick isn’t planning on sleeping anytime soon. You can almost feel his energy humming through his veins. You're glad that Zara was already asleep for the night. “Have you eaten?” He smiles guiltily. You shake your head but don’t comment on his normal meal-skipping behavior. You peck a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll make you a sandwich, maybe it will soak up some of that alcohol.” He mentioned something about the bathroom as he staggers that way. You head to the kitchen and start pulling out the bread.  

You had barely laid out all the ingredients when Nick’s arms wrapped around you. He nuzzled his face into your neck, the beginning growth of a beard scrapping at your sensitive skin. You laughed as he stumbled forward into you making you throw the butter knife you had been using to spread mayo on the bread. “Baby, do you want to sit down? I’ll bring this to you in a minute.” 

“No te dejaré hermosa (No I won’t leave you beautiful). Nothing could take me away from you.” You smile looking over your shoulder at him. He was leaving sloppy kisses on your neck and jaw. He murmured drunk nonsense into your skin rocking back and forth on his feet. You caress his forearms, as his hands make circles on your hips. You hum back to his Spanish gibberish to let him know you are listening.  

When you finish you stumble with him over to the couch. You gently push on his chest for him to sit down. You handed him the sandwich and he took no time taking a huge bite. You go to the kitchen to grab Nick a glass of ice water and snag a bag of chips on the way back through. Nick was back on his feet and when he sees you walk back into the room, he lights up like he hadn’t seen you in weeks. “Siéntate, (sit down)” 

Nick is surprisingly agreeable in his drunk state and does as you ask without question. You push the water into his hand and he dutifully drinks, downing half of it in one pull. You set the chips on the coffee table, but his hands reach for your hips instead. His arms go around you again and he presses his face into your stomach. You smile to yourself running your fingers through Nick’s hair. It was on the longer side, and you knew he would end up cutting it soon, sadly. 

You had heard the stereotype that Latino men were typically very affectionate when they were drunk. Nick didn’t drink to excess though, you had never seen him this way. While Nick loved receiving affection, he wasn’t big on initiating or asking for it. Apparently, drunk Nick didn’t have that same problem. His inhibitions were wiped away with the alcohol buzzing in his veins.          

You find yourself draped across his lap an old Telenovela on the TV. His calloused hands caressing your body. You laugh to yourself as one of his hands finds your ass, sliding into your back pocket, and then stays there for the rest of the night. Nick starts to get drowsy less than ten minutes into the second episode. You persuade him upstairs and into your bedroom. You help him strip down to his boxers. Then he pulls you to lie down with him. 

Nick comes down the stairs holding his head late into the morning. Zara was already up watching TV and coloring her princess coloring book. You were in the kitchen cleaning up breakfast when Nick trudged in. You turn fling the towel you had been wiping the counters down with over your shoulder. Nick poured himself a cup of coffee and turned to lean back on the counter. He purposely avoids your eyes. You shift, “How are you feeling mi amour?” 

He sips it before sighing loudly, “Okay, let’s just get this over with, how bad was I?” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.  

“Um... I mean you were pretty drunk?” Your tone made it seem more like a question. But Nick was looking at you wearily like he was expecting a lecture or a fight.  

“And?”  

“And what baby? I don’t know what you are waiting for. I made breakfast.” You gestured to a plate of French toast. His dark eyes met yours searching them for something. He slumps rubbing his eyes as he sets his cup on the counter.  

“I’m sorry. Maria used to chew my ass out after I would drink like that. She used to also complain that I would get too handsy. So, if I was-” 

“Nick, you weren’t. Not at all- well your hand was on my ass for the majority of the night but that is pretty normal.” He chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his waist trailing them up his back. He slides both hands down to your ass for a quick but firm squeeze. It makes both of you smile. You would let it go, act like the little moment was nothing. If it hadn’t seemed like a wound that needed healing. Maybe there was a bigger reason Nick was so careful about how much he drank. “I don’t know what Maria was talking about- but last night all you wanted was to cuddle and watch telenovelas on TV.”      

[altsvu]

Hey lovely, me again! The smut promts with Nick Amaro,

32. Are you jealous & 41 call me that again

Please 🥰

wanted him back

pairing: nick amaro x fem!reader

wc: 898

summary: after stepping away from a sexual relationship with nick, you quickly realize that there were feelings attached from both ends. nick, being the jealous and overprotective type, wants more than what the two of you had.

cw: pining (?), smut (ish), jealousy

a/n: i hope you enjoy as much as i enjoyed writing this!! i kinda think i’m obsessed with a jealous nick amaro, he gives off an assertive personality!!! i also feel like it’s not really smutty as i wanted it to be but the prompts fit well!!i’m sincerely sorry about how long i took to do this 😔

law and order svu masterlist! ✯ taglist!

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All this time that you’ve worked with Nick, you never thought you’d end up hooking up with him, being in a sexual relationship with him, catching feelings for him, and ending things with him all while working together.

Crazy right?

The kicker of it all? You still had some lingering feelings for him. You couldn’t help it. He made you feel good the first time you hooked up with him, as well as the other times after that. And the relationship was actually going places beyond a sexual aspect but you don’t really know what happened. Maybe it was the stress of work, or maybe it was the stress of outside factors, but the two of you kind of fell off because of it.

Every time the SVU won a case, a celebratory drink at a bar was called for. However, you would always get a bit bold whenever you had some liquor in you. Nothing crazy, just chatting with guys that would be there when the night winded down. And you were a catch! You took care of yourself and were always put together and that made you beautiful, not only to you but to everyone else. But Nick seemed a bit jealous of that, as he tried to stop you every single time. Before the both of you hooked up, you just figured he was doing it for your protection, but after the fact, you realized it was because he wanted you all to himself.

Now, during this phase the two of you are in now, it had caught your attention that Nick is still being his overprotective self, if not worse.

A detective from Bronx SVU had stopped by the precinct to help with the case the squad was working on and he had stopped at your desk to chat. He was obviously into you but you didn’t entertain it, you just acted as you normally would when talking to guys. He stayed for a bit longer than expected and he even asked to walk him out.

When you walked back to your desk, you felt Nick’s eyes follow. He didn’t say anything when you initially sat down, so you continued doing your work and ignored him. You thought that maybe he didn’t have the energy to fix his mouth to say something about you and the detective but you were wrong.

“He was here for an awfully long time.”

“Nick, are you serious? I genuinely thought you would have kept quiet this one time.”

“It’s a genuine thought.”

“Right, to you.”

“You’ve talked to a lot of guys after we stopped, you know.”

“Are you jealous?”

“Oh wow, of course you’d ask me that.”

“I’m gonna take that as a yes.”

Nick was about to retort something when Liv made her presence known in the bullpen.

“You two having issues?”

“No.” the two of you said collectively.

“Good. I don’t want to hear any more bickering, we have a rapist to catch.”

You smirked at Nick and continued your previous work. He was clearly in his feelings about not getting the last word.

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It was much later into the day and you were the only one left. You were actually at your locker getting ready to leave for the night when you heard someone.

“Y/N?”

You turned around to see Nick behind you.

“Nick, what are you doing here? Why did you come back?”

“I left something in my locker.”

Silence filled the locker room.

“I am jealous.”

“What?”

Nick came closer to you. “I’m answering your question. I am jealous. I can’t bear to see you talk to these other guys knowing how I still feel about you after all this time.”

You knew he was jealous but you never thought that there was still lingering feelings. A part of you wanted him back, but you just weren’t sure.

“Nick…”

He stepped even closer to you. “I didn’t want to end things. I still have a lot of feelings for you and I may not have portrayed that in the best way when we ended things.”

The last thing he said was “I’m sorry, Y/N.” There was a bit of comfortable silence after forgiving him. It took you a while to do so though, as you felt like this could have been avoided. Nick’s hands creeped to your waist, pulling you even closer. He kissed you and you kissed him back, and it felt like the best feeling ever. He ended up gripping your ass, something you never expected from him. At least not in the precinct.

The one kiss turned into a full blown makeout session, with hands going to intimate places and soft moans filling the locker room.

“Mi reina sexy.” Nick moaned into your neck. The biggest smile crept up on your face as you loved when Nick gave you nicknames, especially in Spanish. You made him stop in his tracks to look passionately into your eyes.

“Call me that again.” You whispered.

Nick picked you up off the floor, causing you to squeal a little. “Mi reina sexy. That’s exactly what you are to me.”

“Good. I wouldn’t want it to be any other way.”

And with that, another makeout session was initiated, and the two of you spent the rest of the night together, rekindling a love that just so happened to never be lost.

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Over your head

It's been a while and most of this is personal to my life. Just needed to little Nick loving.

Warnings: None, just fluffy Nick.

WC: 736.

Enjoy x

You should have said no, but you couldn’t now, everything was in place and you knew it have to be like ripping a band aid off, but you were nervous. When Liv came to you and told you that SVU was going to be getting the funds to have an in-house forensic science lab and suggested that you go and get your degree so you could be the head of the lab, it took you nearly 3 days to decide. Life had not been kind recently and you were in your era of second guessing yourself with everything you had been through and what was still to come in your personal life. Your divorce was finally coming to the final stages of being settled and you had just got the kids in a routine as a single mom, and now you were nothing but crazy taking on a full-time degree study as well as working. It was lucky you lived with your mum and the kids went to the same school as Amanda's girls, so between her and Sonny, when you needed it, they said they had it all under control.

As you walked into the huge lecture hall, you found a seat as far up the back as possible and you sat down, sitting your bag on the seat next to you. You had a little giggle as your eyes scanned around the room at all these “Young kids��� doing a course as heavy as this, thinking about everything you had seen after 12 years of SVU.

You were looking down at your phone to a message Amanda had messaged you about her plans with all the kids that afternoon after school when you heard a familiar voice and instantly all your worries melted away, your eyes slowly scanned up and surprisingly your eyes met and you blushed as he gave you quick wink and continued talking,

“Good morning, everyone, I’ am Nick Amaro your professor for the next 12 months. I’ am here to answer any questions you may have. All I ask is no phones during my class, unless an extreme emergency” Nick looked at you with a smirk and you giggled to yourself dropping you phone back into your bag.

If that is what you had to listen too for 1 hour every day for the next year, you would be glad to do it. Listening to Nick talking about all his lab skills and referring to his SVU days and cases he had worked on with you and how it led him to this path, made you feel warm and fuzzy. You hadn’t seen him since the night he told you he was moving to LA, your life was already a mess from the break up and he held you on floor as you sobbed at the fact that you were losing your best friend. You had kept in contact, he calling and facetiming the kids as often as he could but you never would have thought in a million years that he would be back in New York teaching.

You watched as all the other students filed out and then you stood up walking out of the aisle you  were sitting on and you walked down the stairs. Just as you were almost at the bottom, Nick walked from around his desk and made his way towards the stairs, stopping at the bottom step not stepping up. You stopped on the bottom step, looking down at Nick, not taking them off his as you sat your bag down on the chair next to you. It was like a magnet pulled you together, your arms going around his neck and his around you middle,

“I’ve missed you sweetheart” Nick kissed the cheek he could reach.

You lent back, your arms going from around his neck and your hands went straight to his beaded cheeks, his moving to your hips, the feel of his facial hair smooth on your hands,

“You have no idea how much I have missed you. How long are you back for?”

“At the moment 3 years” he squeezed your hips “But I’ am hoping I won’t need to leave again”

“Have something important to stay for Professor?” You grinned.

“Yes actually” he paused for a moment looking down at your lips and then looking back up at your eyes “I ‘am looking at her”

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[yawneon]

PROJECT : REBUS !

a/n : my second little fic thingy on this app 🤭 i’m writing this at 4am, sorry if there’s any little mistakes. (i’m feeding my own mattheo riddle delusions)

pairing : mattheo riddle x gn!slytherin!reader

summary : you hated mattheo riddle, loathed him almost but all shit hits the fan when things go missing in your and his dorm, so the only logical thing to do is to band together and find out what in merlin’s name is going on.

!!! : sherlock holmes era, im funny i swear, fluff, enemies to teammates to lovers, im gonna write this one longer promise, a little bit on y/n (we love them), nicknames, references of non-canon slytherin characters (lorenzo berkshire, mattheo riddle.. obviously 😭😭), half-blood reader, mattheo is annoying

part 1! / …

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it wasn’t out of the ordinary for mattheo riddle, son of the dark lord, to be annoying you in some way. it was his hobby, (or atleast that’s what he’d like to call it). no matter how many times you tell him to fuck off or leave you alone he just could never grasp the idea of it, it was out of his nature to leave you alone because it was like you two were made for eachother (again what he would like to describe it as).

“back off riddle.” you warned. you were currently at a slytherin party, your team had just won the quidditch match and your whole house seems over the moon. well everyone but you.

“come on, jelly bean.” mattheo looks at you with a shit-eating grin on his face. he pokes your side causing you to swat his hand away in an instant. it was hard to hear him over the blasting music and the sight of blaise on a table singing his heart out but you just knew that whatever he said was a teasing little snarky comment. “riddle.” you warn again giving him a stern look, “just one dance cookie and then i’ll leave you alone..” he gives you a fake pout, his bottom lip jutting out. looking him up and down you fake gag causing him to pout even further, a cheeky smirk ghosting on his lips.

you roll your eyes at him and your legs move away from him (for what felt like the fifth time that night ((it was.)) and he tries to follow you to annoy you further but he’s interrupted by a soft hand on his forearm pulling him, with one quick look to the hufflepuff student who somehow found themselves snaked into the party. his gaze leaves you as he’s quickly distracted by the person and you keep walking. it was going to be a long night obviously so since they had only just started.

you find yourself stood with your friends pansy, daphne, theodore, and draco . you stood around drinking a mystery concoction made by lorenzo and you wonder to yourself who the fuck gave him the job of making these drinks. “these are deadly, merlin.” you groan wincing at the burn in your throat as you swallow the liquid in the cup. pansy snickers at your comment bringing the red cup to her lips, “i mean yeah look who’s behind them.” she laughs taking a sip. “hey [name], are you and mattheo like a thing?” daphne ask, fiddling with her golden necklace that hung around her collarbone. you almost spit your drink out and the two boys around you chuckle at your reaction. “why would you ever make such an assumption?” your face must contort into a disgusted confused mix because everyone around you starts chuckling to themselves.

“well, i’ve got a friend in ravenclaw and i’d think they’d be a great match. it’s just that he’s always around you so i just assumed you guys were i don’t know.. into eachother?” daphne smiles shyly, her intentions seem true and you knew that she doesn’t like mattheo since he’s not really.. her type. “daphne..” you put a hand on her shoulder comically, “you can have him.. on one condition.. you make sure he never speaks to me again.” you snicker, daphne beams and nods profusely promising you that you will not be disappointed.

you and mattheo had been what seemed like enemies since like forever. the first thing he did to make you hate him was when he dunked your head into a volubilis potion in first year causing you to sound like a chipmunk for 3 days and since that day you have never had a break from mattheos constant efforts to humiliate you. first it was the potion, then pushing you off your broom, setting your robe on fire in transfiguration, the list goes on really. but mattheo continued to play dumb all the way up to sixth year. it was weird, the fact he acted absolutely oblivious, but you thought he was just teasing you again.

the night died down slowly and after about 3 hours of talking, laughing and drinking you head back to your dorm. you arrive at your dorms door, met with it slightly ajar. you think that it was weird before venturing onwards sinking yourself into the chair at your desk, you were a lucky student, having a dorm to yourself was a blessing. hearing daphne’s and theodore’s constant complaints on snoring, messiness and fights you found yourself encapsulated in the warm fortunes of being able to have a room to yourself, (even if it did get lonely).

sitting up from the wooden chair, you shower and change into more suitable sleeping attire which was obviously your pajamas you brought from home accompanied by slippers. you fall into your bed with a tired sigh, your eyes wandering over your dorms ceilings, then walls, the lights, the desk and your jewellery stand in which your rings that your family have kept as an heirloom for years centuries were missing.

they were missing.

the. rings. were. missing.

you sit up from the bed in a comical way, you could’ve sworn there were onomatoepias surrounding the air around you. jolting up quickly you rush to look for the rings. you check in the holder, on the desk, on the floor, in the blankets, under the pillows, anywhere you could think of. if you were found to have lost your prized family heirloom your mother would have your head on a stick and you would be fed to the dogs. you HAVE to find the rings. even if you died doing it.

you were searching for that shit, like it was your life elixir. as if it was the elder wand. people would hate thought you were crazy by the way you were looking. it was funny almost seeing someone squirm and rush around such a small area. your sheets were being yanked off your bed and your chest at the foot of your bed was being emptied and rearranged. you looked like you were on drugs, it was bad. you looked like a lunatic, it was horrid. but you gotta do what u gotta do..

to say you were panicking would be an understatement. you were frantic, desperate even. you were on all fours checking every single crevice and crack of that room 15 times over just for there to be nothing. it hasn’t even been an hour since you stepped foot into your dorm. your eyes are wide with anxiety sinking in and you unconsciously start pacing your room.

your mind runs laps thinking about any and every possibility. maybe they grew legs and walked away, maybe there was no rings in the first place and you were just crazy, maybe you’re family was crazy. maybe nothing was real like ever.

you paced up and down your room, hands in your hair basically clawing at it thinking of every scenario possible and every single step you took that day.

1. you woke up.

2. you went to the bathroom and did your business.

3. you changed into your uniform.

4. you checked the rings were still there, they were.

5. you went on about your day.

every single day you check the rings are there. you wouldn’t wear them incase they got damaged so you settled with keeping them on a porcelain plate next to your notebook. every single friend and basically everyone in your year knows how valuable they are and you would a word (avada kadavra) anyone without hesitation if they touched them so no one ever did.

well there is one person that might have and would if he felt especially annoying that day.

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you found yourself pounding on mattheo riddles dorm door. the knocks echoed throughout the hall. some partygoers are still hung around in deep conversation, lorenzo seems to be off his shift as the bartender and he is seemingly in his dorm.

you wait for an answer at the door for what feels like eternity (2 minutes) and you being hammering at the door next.

a muffled voice pleads for you to stop and blaise opens the door groggily, fatigue from the party taken over his state of mind.

“where is he.”

“where is who?”

“you know who blaise.”

blaise looks behind him, looking over the beds in his dorm. enzo is in bed, and blaise just got out of his. he looks at mattheos bed and its unmade but its empty.

“not here.” blaise sighs, wiping a tired hand over his eyes.

“then where is he?” you grumble.

“astronomy tower maybe, he likes taking a smoke out there at night. to see stars or some sappy shit.” blaise replies.

you thank blaise quickly and you apologise for the intrusion before quickly picking up your feet from the floor and going to the astronomy tower.

the halls of hogwarts when it was empty were always cold and a bit uneasy when you walk through them at night. knowing that there are ghosts in the walls and there might be other students or things around frighten you but the only thing your running on right now is the drink lorenzo made and pure anger.

your slippers tap on the tile beneath your feet echoing through the walls. you twist up the astronomy tower stairs quickly and you silently enter the icy breeze of the open class. the smell of smoke quickly comes over you, foretelling you that your target was indeed here.

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“riddle.” you growl looking at the boy. he felt as if your eyes were piercing holes straight through him and he turns around slowly cigarette still in his mouth. mattheo’s eyes were wide and his face looked guilty.

“i swear whatever theo said he’s lying.” mattheo blurts out quickly. his eyes trail down to your slippers up your long fuzzy pajama pants and then to your night shirt, a quiet smile grows on his face but he’s quick to hide the pink on his cheeks with a snarky remark. “cute outfit, [name]” he laughs taking a long drag of his cigarette.

“did you steal my stuff mattheo?”

“who?” he replies, his lips curl into a smile.

“what?” you make a weird face at him, “did you steal my things?” you say again.

“you said my name.” he laughs out softly his eyes meeting the sky above him. “also no.” mattheo sighs out.

you walk to the ledge of the astronomy tower where he stood and you lean your elbows against the chill metal. “riddle-“ you try to begin but your cut off instantly, “mattheo.” he says. “call me mattheo please.” he says almost shyly, you narrow your eyes at him before shaking your head giving into the boys request.

“mattheo i really need you to be honest with me okay?” you turn to look at him, “did you steal my stuff?”.

“i didn’t [name].” he looks back at you, “right.” you reply, slight mistrust laces your tone but mattheo ignores it as he finishes up smoking his cigarette.

“im being serious!” he whines, the top of the cigarette being dragged across the railing. you give him a nod, coming off a tad sarcastic but mostly trusting.

“my stuff went missing too.” mattheo blurts out, he looks at you breathing out a smoky sigh. you look at him puzzled, you squint your eyes at him trying to read his expression.

with your squinted eyes and mistrusting expression an idea pops up into your head.

not one you like and most definitely not one you’d pitch to mattheo riddle.

but it was better than just sulking around.

“well if we both got robbed, on the same night what are the chances it was the same person?” you sigh out your eyes drawing to the stars above you.

“high?” he replies,

“so as much as i hate this- why dont we help eachother out and look for them together.”

“are you asking me to become your detective partner, honey bun?” he teases you with a sly grin.

“don’t make me change my mind riddle.” you glare at him.

“fine.. i will since your prrrractically begging me to ~” he smiles childishly, a slight gleam in his eyes.

you roll your eyes and groan,

this was a bad idea.

-

@yawneon

[adarafaelbarba]

“don’t apologize.” “sorry.” “name.” with Nick Amaro?

She couldn't help it. Apologizing was her coping mechanism, ever since childhood, she had to be the "bigger person" and apologize. Insulted by a relative? Apolgize. Siblings hit her or make fun of her? Apologize. No matter what, she had to agree and apologize. She didn't know how to not do that.

"Look at me, y/n", Nick said softly, taking her hands in his to ground her. When she finally turned her head to him, he gave her a calm smile and soft squeeze of her hands. "You've done nothing wrong, okay, never apologize for something you shouldn't have to apologize for, okay?"

She nods her head, looking at him, still unsure if she can do what he asks of her. "I'll try, Nick, but you'll have to help me." Sadness rang from her voice, and he smiled, pulling her close so he could kiss her forehead.

"I will always be here to help you, y/n, I promise."

[urrockstar-xe]

detective sweetheart - n.a x fem!reader

posted nov 3rd, 2023 12:22 am

this was what i did for my "based on my day" challenge (i spent it watching svu season 14 lmfao) its also my first time writing for nick amaro or any detectives in general so I'm sorry if he's a bit ooc, its also a crossover with criminal minds and i think i made up the whole technical analyst assistant thing but that's my job in my criminal minds DR lmfao. hope you enjoy :)

this includes alcohol (reader consumption), use of Y/n, and possibly wrong wording for FBI stuff?? the reader likes children (in a not creepy way). Jennifer Jareau

summary: the BAU's technical analyst assistant develops quite the crush on SVU's detective Nick Amaro

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You sat quietly in a bar, sitting amongst a group of FBI agents you knew well and a few detectives you’d just recently had the pleasure of meeting, chatting about the now-closed case and a few chatting about their children, you hadn’t spoken much, too busy trying not to stare at Detective Nick Amaro.

“Detective Amaro, this is Y/n L/n, she’s our technical analyst assistant, our official technical analyst is back at Quantico focusing on another case” Your boss, Aaron Hotchner, introduced you to one of the detectives you’d be working with for a necrophilia serial killer case, 

You two spent the last few days working very closely together on this case. 

Penelope had been working on another case and due to a small fire that you and Penelope accidentally started with a candle in your already small office, Hotch decided to bring you with the team to Manhattan.

And of course, with your luck, Penelope couldn’t be there to fangirl over the hot detective with you, so you had to deal with the consequences of your short attention span all on your own, (granted our beloved Spencer did try to relate and fangirl with you, he did his best, but he was quite busy getting into conspiracy arguments with Sergeant John Munch).

Now that the case was over, Hotch decided that the team was in no rush back to Quantico and could leave in the morning, so while he called in early and left back to his hotel, the rest of you went out with some of the SVU detectives,

Including Nick 

of course.

“What about you? Got any kids?” Nick asked, accidentally snapping you out of your trance, as he handed JJ back her phone after she showed him a photo of her boys.

“Oh, uh”

fuck, he smelt good, why did Derek have to sit you right next to him?? 

“No, no kids, I do adore them though” You smiled in a way you hoped wasn’t too awkward, before Emily spoke up “She’s great with them too! I mean they just love her” 

Nick smiled at that, nodding as Emily talked. 

You laughed awkwardly in response, “she’s exaggerating” you whispered just loud enough for Nick to hear, earning a laugh. 

oh my god, he LAUGHS?

“As much fun this has been, I’m gonna call it a night” JJ announced, standing up from her seat, her actions mirrored by Spencer as he agreed. 

They were shortly followed by Olivia, Fin, and Emily. Derek went home with a pretty girl (obviously) and finally, Rossi left with Rollins, after she offered him a ride back to the hotel.

That left, you and Nick, alone

of fucking course

“So, miss L/n, how was your first time in New York, huh?” He asked, taking a sip of his bourbon or was it whiskey? Maybe scotch? You couldn’t remember

“Oh, you mean besides the corpse-loving freak? Pretty great, thanks for asking, Detective.” you joked, feeling less intimidated thanks to the vodka cranberry sitting in front of you.

He laughed, “Yeah, dumb question” he shook his head almost embarrassed but you were eating it up.

“How was your first time working with the BAU, hm?” Nick smiled as you practically hummed the question, he thought it was cute, and you could tell, which only boosted your confidence.

“Gotta be honest, I was worried you guys would swarm in and take everything over but, it was a lot easier than I expected” You nod in response, 

“A lot of people think that, but typically it’s an ego thing. was it an ego thing for you, Nicky?” The nickname had slipped off your tongue with ease as you teased your schoolgirl crush, having called him that just a few days ago when you first started working together.

Nick scoffed, “What? No, absolutely not” but the small smirk on his lips was a dead giveaway. “Okay, maybe it was kind of an ego thing, just a little bit” he whispered his confession. You all but giggled in response

“It’s gettin’ late, what do you say I walk you back to your hotel huh?” he offered, standing up and putting his coat on before reaching for yours 

“I’d like that, thank you, Detective” You smiled, standing from your seat and sighing as he carefully put your coat on for you.

The hotel wasn’t far but god you wished it had been, it would’ve given you some more time to flirt with the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your life

(exaggerating? Pft nuh-uh) 

But yet, here you stood, in front of the tall building that ruined your excitement.

“Hey, uh how would you feel if the next time you were in New York, I took you out?” Nick asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, his tie hanging loosely around his neck.

You smiled, hoping the lights surrounding you both hid the blush on your cheeks instead of accentuating it. “Or if you’re ever in Virginia?” 

He smiled, nodding. 

“I think I’d like that a lot” You responded, quietly, suddenly very sober.

“Great, have a safe flight back home, alright?”

it's already over

“Thank you for walking me back, Nick” 

“Anytime, goodnight, sweetheart” he smiled once more.

Sweetheart

“Goodnight, detective”

[x-bluefire-heart-x]

Mistaken Shirt

Okie dokie! So, this was a request from @nickamaro , a short cute piece with Nick Amaro/male reader.

Requests are open if anyone would like to request something, check out my Master list to see what fandoms I write for, and check out of my prompt list if you would like to see something off of there :)

Warnings: None, just a slight sexual undertone at the start and a very brief discussion of a case but there is no detail.

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You awoke to kisses trailing up and down your neck, a hand lightly squeezing your hip. You arched your back into his chest humming a whine as the kisses lingered longer, a hint teeth just before they moved to the next patch of skin. You covered the hand on your hip linking your fingers as you tugged on his hand bringing it to your lips to start placing kisses along the palm and up to the tips of his fingers. You heard and felt the rumble in Nick’s chest as he hummed happily at your actions before that hum turned into a groan when you nipped at his fingertips.

“Best start to my morning,” Nick’s sleep heavy voice whispered into your ear before he nipped at it. You rolled over to face him, trailing your own kisses up his neck and along his jawline hands slipping under the shirt he wore scratching at his stomach in a mimicry of what you did last night.

“Oh? I thought how I woke you up for your birthday was the best?” you asked raising an eyebrow as you peppered kisses along his face making him laugh softly, the feel of his stubble against yours brought more memories of last night to the forefront of your mind.

“While I admit that was fantastic, you weren’t in my arms,” Nick pointed out. “And I much prefer waking up with my man in my arms.”

“Softie,” you teased removing your hands from under his shirt to instead wrap around his waist copying his hold on you.

“I try,” Nick smiled softly down at you. But that smile slowly turned cheeky as the hold he had on you tightened.

“Nick, what are yo-” you yelped when Nick pulled you tighter against him before rolling onto his back then continuing to roll until you were beneath him, your legs had fallen open during his little manoeuvre allowing him to wiggle down a little in-between them until he could easily rest his head on your chest.

“Now this is much better,” Nick sighed. You rolled your eyes but brought one hand up to run your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp every few pass throughs, the other hand wrapped around his upper back. “Much.”

“All you had to do was ask, not perform some weird wrestling move,” you muttered. “Child.”

“Maybe but that would have been boring,” Nick said further confirming your statement as he nuzzled his face against your chest. You hadn’t been bothered to put a shirt on, since Nick is a bit like a furnace as well as a cuddle bug.

You softly started to hum as you continued to play with his hair, lightly trailing your fingers up and down his back. The light from the morning sun filtered in through the small gap in the blinds, painting you and Nick in a small glow. You stared at Nick, unable to look away from how he looked in the light. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to be able to hold this beautiful man in your arms, he had caught your eye the moment you joined the squad but you didn’t think that your small crush on sight would grow and build to what it was now. The two of you had decided to keep your relationship hidden from the rest of the squad for now, you would tell them eventually but not before the two of you had a chance to just enjoy your relationship.

“Tesoro, you keep that up and I will fall back to sleep,” Nick murmured placing a kiss on the skin right above your heart. You melted a little at his action and his words, not to mention the slight drowsiness in his voice as he propped his chin on your chest to look at you.

“And that would be a bad thing because?” you asked. “I’m rather enjoying this, my handsome man.”

“That is true, but I don’t wanna just sleep away a day off with you,” Nick complained. “I’d rather be doing something.”

“Okay, well, there’s a few new movies out at the moment, there’s a new exhibit at the art gallery, we could go for a walk in the park,” you started listing things you could do. “We could have brunch first, and then make a decision from there?”

Nick wiggled his way back up so his face was level with yours, he lent his forehead against yours as he contemplated the ideas. You cradled his hips between your legs as your ran your hands up and down his sides, puckering your lips at him. He chuckled leaning closer to kiss your lips, caressing them with his, it was slow and sensual as everything with him tended to be.

“Or maybe, we could just stay in and work on some cardio,” Nick countered between kisses, as he slowly started to grind down on you, his kisses becoming heated as you moaned into his mouth.

“Last night wasn’t enough?” you asked arching up into him your fingers finding their way back under his shirt to scratch lightly down his back.

“I can never get enough of you,” Nick moaned into your ear. You felt heat start to build in your veins but before either of you could do anything else both your phones started ringing. “Oh fuck off.” The two of you groaned in disappointment as you pulled away from each other to answer them. After two very quick conversations, the two of you fell back on the bed besides each other.

“Just once,” you groused as you forced yourself up. “Come on, Finn said it was an emergency and I know Liv told you the same.”

“I know, she did,” Nick agreed. “But I don’t want to go.”

“Oh, my poor man,” you chuckled flicking him gently on the nose before you got up and started picking up clothes to chuck on without really checking them. Nick finally got up to get dressed, chasing you out of his apartment as you both got in your own cars to get to the squad.

--

The other members of the squad all shared a look when the two of you entered, Finn barely containing his grin and amusement forcing Amanda to nudge him and furiously hiss for him to control it. Liv rolled her eyes at her teams antics but even she couldn’t contain the small smile at the sight of the two of you.

You and Nick both missed what was going on behind you, mostly because Nick could barely force his eyes to leave you. Neither of you had noticed but in your haste to get dressed you had managed to pick up Nick’s shirt instead of yours. You had a smaller build than Nick giving the shirt an oversized look to it, not to mention the sleeves hung over your hands a little. Nick thought you looked both adorable and hot, the fire burning in his eyes told you that what you had started that morning would be finished as soon as you could. You were also busy hoping that no-one would notice that it was Nick’s, that they would think you were just trying out a different style.

“So, what is the emergency?” You asked turning around, and breathing a sigh of relief when you didn’t see anything in the faces of your friends that indicated they were aware of anything.

“You guys remember a case a year back that went cold, the perp would climb in through a window and wait for the victim in their closet before attacking them?” Liv started. “We’ve had two new victims come forward, their attacks happened a week apart, latest was last night.”

“It’s been a year do we think the perp moved away and came back?” you asked.

“We’ve checked for other crimes that match in ViCAP, but nothing,” Liv answered. “He could have been in lock up for something else.”

“What do we think is the chance he stopped?” Amanda asked.

“Unlikely,” Finn answered. “We’ve got some canvassing to do and we want to go over the victims statements and compare them to the ones from last year, see if anything has changed.”

“Hence the emergency,” you muttered. Another set of footsteps sounded behind you all as Rafael joined the team looking none to happy, he had yet to look at any of you but Liv and Finn, one hand holding his phone and the other a coffee.

“Let me guess, you need an update?” Liv asked. “DA works faster than 1PP.”

“Yes guessed it,” Rafael nodded.

“Hate to break it to you but so far we have nothing,” Finn told him. Rafael sighed tapping on his phone before he finally looked at the rest of the detectives. His eyes passed over you before they swung back, his brows narrowing down in confusion as he looked up and down.

“We only just started, we’ll have an update for you at the end of the day,” Liv assured him.

“Counsellor, there a problem?” Nick asked as he noticed Rafael had yet to look away from you. He felt a curl of protectiveness in his chest, he took a subtle step in-front of you.

“Couldn’t find your own shirt, Detective?” Rafael asked, a little smirk on his face. “That looks a little big on you.”

“Trying something new with my style,” you answered, nudging Nick out of the way.

“Oh, does that include borrowing Nick’s clothes?” he countered, he turned to the others. “How many times has he come in with something of Nick’s on?”

You felt the stares of the team on you and Nick as the two of you shared a look before Nick sighed rubbing the back of his neck. You heard Finn try and struggle to hide his snort of amusement at Rafael’s question.

“I think we lost count,” Finn laughed unable to hold it in anymore.

“And we hadn’t brought their attention to us knowing either,” Amanda muttered amusement in her tone.

“Oops,” Rafael shrugged not sounding at all bothered by his actions. “I assumed everyone was aware?”

 “Hey! We were subtle,” you complained crossing you arms.

“You really weren’t,” Liv tried to sound apologetic as she broke it you and Nick that everyone knew. “The two of you would look at each other all soft and gooey eyed.”

“Gooey eyed Liv?” Nick finally pipped up raising an eyebrow at Liv’s choice of words. “And why didn’t you say anything?”

“Wasn’t our place,” she answered smiling at the two of you. “But now that it is out in the open you’ll need to fill out some paperwork.”

You hung your head unable to believe that they knew the entire time, and that it took Rafael asking a relatively innocent question to finally break the silence. You felt an arm curl around your waist tugging you into Nick’s side, he placed a quick kiss on your temple before he let you go, you smiled softly up at Nick, bumping his hip with yours in response. Amanda and Liv wanted to coo a little at the cuteness of the action but restrained themselves.

“We were going to mention it eventually,” Nick promised.

“Just keep the lovey dovey stuff to a minimum here and we’re all good,” Finn laughed picking up a folder to hand to Nick. “You’re going to speak with the latest victim with Rollins.”

The two of you shared one last look before Nick followed Rollins out, your eyes followed him until you couldn’t see him anymore. Finn snorted again as he gently hit you on the head with another folder, you rolled your eyes at the man as he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Such a child,” you muttered.

“Such a lovesick fool,” Finn countered causing you and the other two still in the room to rolled your eyes, but a chuckle left you all the same. You were happy knowing that the team knew and supported your relationship with Nick. You figured that Liv would do everything she could to prevent 1PP from trying to separate the two of you.

[bullet-prooflove]

Hi, I would like if you can do prompt 2 “How can I trust you after what I've been through?” With Nick Amaro? Thank you!

You snap at Nick.

"Maybe that's the reason you should trust me, because I know what you've been through, and I love you because of it." Nick tells you, putting his hands on his hips. "You are one of the toughest people I know."

He sees that wall begin to crumble, the one that you have spent decades building up. You know what people say about you behind your back, the Ice Queen, they call you, because you're cold, biting, you fight for the victims and you fight hard, it rubs a lot of the Old Guard up the wrong way.

"Nick..." You murmur, running your hand through your hair and shaking it out, he knows it's a sign of agitation. "I'm trying, I really am but it's hard for me."

"I know." He tells you. "I know that it's not going to happen overnight but just give me a little gesture of faith, anything to show me that you trust me as much as I trust you, because I do trust you. It’s the only way that this is going to work.”

Right now, everything is on your terms. When he fucks you it’s at his place, you always leave straight after, there’s no follow up and he wants there to be. He wants to wake up in the mornings next to you, he wants coffee at the café at the end of his street, he wants shared showers and moments in front of the TV, he wants everything with you.

You sigh, crossing your arms over your chest as you lean back in your chair. He's lost you he thinks. He pushed a little too hard but then you reach out for one of his post it notes and scribble something onto it. His dark brows furrow in confusion before you push it towards him.

“It’s my address." You explain. "Let’s have dinner tonight.”

[writing-for-life]

Death, Despair and Delirium—Gary Amaro

[kayyybenson]

Sick - Nick Amaro

    I stood closely behind Nick as he interrogated the suspect. He wanted me to stay behind him, just in case he tries to attack us. He was a step up from the shitty partner I had in Atlanta, and I loved it, Amanda always teased me claiming I had a 'crush' on him. But that's just what twins do to each other, we're not identical appearance-wise, but personality-wise we're practically the same.

    "You know we found your DNA on the victim right?" Nick dropped his voice to seem threatening.

    "I didn't rape her. I promise."

    "Then why did we find your semen in her!?" I yelled.

    "I don't know!" I suddenly felt nauseous. I'm assuming I went pale because Nick turned to me, concerned.

    "Y/N?" Nick slowly approached me, but I scooted to a corner to throw up the lunch that cost me $20. "Yikes, you good?"

    "I don't know." I gasped. He led me out of the room. Amanda and Carisi took our place. 

    He handed me the trash can that was next to his desk. "Maybe you should go home, you are clearly under the weather."

    "No-" I threw up again. "I'm fine."

    "Girl, if you don't go home I am personally going to sedate you and drop you off in the middle of nowhere." Fin cut in.

    "Jesus Fin," I mumbled, head still in the trashcan.

    "Take the rest of the day off Rollins," Liv gave me a concerned look.

    "Which one?" She did not like that joke, I groaned and grabbed the keys to Amanda's car, we carpooled today, something we usually don't do. "Tell Mandy I'm taking the car."

    "You are not driving when you can't keep your food in your stomach." Nick protested grabbing the keys from me.

    "Wha-hey!" I yelled trying to get them back, I guess I moved too fast because I retreated back to my chair and threw up once again.

    "Amanda will be taking you home," Liv said. "You both can go, just stop puking in my squad room." I let out a long groan and let Amanda drag me by the arm. Once we got to our apartments she opened my door and led me to the couch. 

    "I told you the eggs were bad." she chuckled, I groaned and threw a pillow at her. Our apartments were conjointed so she unlocked the middle door and Franny ran in jumping onto me. 

    "Hey, girl! Oh, I missed you! Hi, baby." I hugged her and rubbed her fur. Eventually, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge, hoping to get rid of the nausea. When I just felt sicker I stared at the open fridge "Screw it." I grabbed a bottle of wine, not even bothering to pour it into a cup before drinking some, and falling to the couch.

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    "Hey Y/N." 

    "Hey, Mandy." She dropped a bag onto my counter. "What's that?"

    "I went shopping, Nick is coming in with some bags too. He wanted to check on you." She smirked at me before leaving for her apartment, Franny following close behind. Nick walked in soon after, carrying two more bags.

    "You know you shouldn't drink wine when you're sick." I flipped him off and he smiled. "Amanda said you liked (Flavor) ice cream and (Favorite Candy), so we got some of that. And this. He pulled out a huge stuffed animal.

    "What is that?" 

    "A get well soon teddy bear." I covered my mouth and chuckled. "What?"

    "Nicky, it's just food poisoning." He pushed the stuffed animal towards me anyway.

    "Take it, Amanda said you have a stuffie collection." My face got hot and I avoided eye contact.

    "What-I-I have no idea-" I ran to the bathroom and puked again. 

    "Just food poisoning my ass." He stood behind me, pulling my hair into a ponytail. Once I was done he led me to my bedroom and pushed all my stuffed animals off to the side. I laid down and he tucked me in, setting some water on the nightstand. He went to walk off but I grabbed his hand.

    "No, stay. Please,"

    "Y/N, there are stuffed animals everywhere, there's nowhere for me to go." I kicked them all off my bed and pat the empty space. He gave me a look and laid next to me.

    "You smell expensive," He chuckled and pulled me close to his body, he was warm, and his breathing was calming. "Nick?"

    "Yeah Y/N?"

    "Why do you care so much?"

    "Excuse me?"

    "You heard me."

    "Well, there's a lot of reasons."

    "Go on."

    "After hearing about how shitty your old partner was I guess I wanted to make sure you have a good experience at SVU, but somewhere in there..... I fell in love."

    "With who?" I felt nauseous again and bolted to the bathroom. "Ah, shit!" I yelled when I stubbed my toe. 

    "I fell in love with you. Look at you, you're gorgeous, I'm glad you and Amanda aren't identical, one is enough." I couldn't hold my laugh in and ended up rolling on the bathroom floor.

    "I love you too Nick," I said once I stopped laughing, he leaned in for a kiss but I stopped him. "Nah-uh. Still sick."

[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.

-

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.”

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Nick Amaro: Boxing

NOTE: I originally posted this short story on a reblog of these GIFS but I don't think it reached as many people because of it so I'm going to also post it like this.

Sometimes a GIF just makes you have to write a little something. This one definitely did. Thank you, Nick Amaro.  

You stopped to watch your boyfriend hit the punching bag. It was erotic in a way that it had no right being. The flex of his arms, bunching of his shoulders. The graceful turning of his hips as he put his weight behind his punches. The power that propelled the bag back. Sweat gathered at his temples and neck dripping down his lithe body making the white wife beater cling tantalizingly to his chest and stomach.

You had sudden and deep regret at never going to his boxing gym before. It was a hole-in-the-wall place he loved and you figured it would be filled with testosterone and alpha male ego. You were willing to deal with both now that you knew exactly what sight was awaiting you if you did.

Nick was fully focused on what he was doing. It was clear he hadn't noticed your arrival yet. You let yourself indulge in his movement for a few minutes longer before letting out a wolf whistle. "Ay, Papi what's a girl gotta do to get a private show?"

Nick's head whipped to you a smirk on his lips. He doesn't stop his punches, he preens and starts showing off more as you walk closer to him. "Para una mamacita sexy como tú? (For a sexy mommy like you?) Just say the word."

You hum happily as he pauses and you slide between him and the punch bag. Nick wipes away sweat dripping into his eyes with his glove. Your fingertips trace down from his collarbone to his chest, placing your hand against his firm chest. It's rising and falling at a faster pace than normal. You can feel the pound of his heart from his exertion.

Nick backed you into the bag behind you. You feel it swing back when your weight presses against it. His gloved hand grasped at your hips as his cheek pressed against your own. He pulls you closer, his body heat blazing against your skin, the moisture of his sweat transferring to your skin.

Nick leans down and you tease him. Your lips barely brush his as you slide your hand up his arms, shoulders, and then up his neck and into his hair. "Guapo," You ghost against his lips. His smile widens and it is infectious. You giggle and rub your nose against his in Eskimo kisses. "Maybe you can show me how to do that hip motion at home, hmm?"

"I can show you more than just that, cariño." He promised finally catching your lips in a hot open-mouthed kiss.

"I look forward to it."

[detectiveguapo3]

Masterlist

Music To Watch Boys To (WIP)

AN: Set in 2014, canon adjacent. Mostly writing this as a coping mechanism.

Warnings: angst, implied trauma, self criticism, implied alcoholism, slow burn

You Belong with Me

Fuck it I love you

Brooklyn Baby

Born to Die

Salvatore

High Infidelity

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

You know i love you

Happy Birthday to my birthday twin @ben-c-group-therapy It's that time of year and I' am super excited to share another year with you.

Warnings: Zero. Just fluffy.

WC: 238.

Enjoy x

You ran your hands down the front of your green crushed velvet dress, your eyes following your hands in the mirror. You were overwhelmed with joy and your heart was singing. Never in the history of your love life had anyone ever gone to this much effort for your birthday. You walked out of the restaurant bathroom, your eyes catching Nick’s as soon as he heard the door woosh open. Your eyes were glued to each other’s as you walked back to the table, the heat of your body rushing up to your face, your ears buzzing so loudly it the washed out the laughing of the rest of the squad sitting at the table.  You sat back down in your seat and Nick’s hand went straight to your leg, his warmth from his hand making you shiver,

“You look beautiful tonight Y/N”

“You picked well” you smirked back.

“Guess I know you better then you thought” Nick grinned before he lent over and kissed your cheek “And you think I don’t love you” he scoffed back with a wink.

“Guess so, after tonight I definitely know you love me” you giggled “Thank you so much babe, for planning all this”

“I wanted to show you how special you are to me and how much you deserve it”

“You’ve definitely done that” you lent over and kissed his lips lightly.

“Happy Birthday Mi Amor”

Tags: @beccabarba @alwaysachorusgirl @jemmakates

[wadesprincessboy]

Hi! On Feb 3 you responded to a post about attempting to complete a ship for me, thank you for giving it a go. It's been a rollercoaster last two years. So if you could do a ship or a one shot/headcannon I would appreciate it. Ship info: I'm an introverted geeky country girl, so a really odd mix. I don't like drama, I'm very loyal. Though I'm sweet and try to be kind, I believe in honesty/transparency. Hard working. I mean I really relate (see some similarities in personalities, though he's a lot more out going)to Carisi's character, with a dash of the Rollins family drama. I bloom around people I trust and that when my goofy, geeky (I love to read, play video games, love interesting facts).

If you feel more comfrotable with a one shot or headcanon or whatever those blurbs are called that give you the different perspectives of the different characters, how would Law and order: SVU guys (Barba, Carisi, Dodds, Amaro) would react to finding out their significant other has basically made it through their adult life without romantic relationship, the s/o admits they've found it hard to let walls down to let someone in.

Sorry for taking so long to get to this, honestly i forgot about it, but here you go! Heres headcanons on how Barba, Carisi, and Amaro (no Dodds cause i havent seen his seasons/episodes, sorry) would react to finding out their partner has never been in a relationship!

Sorry in advance, this is kinda ooc and not very detailed. I havent written in years lmao. This is how i picture the guys but feel free to share any differing hc you have

Rafael Barba:

Would first be shocked because "how"

After explaining why, though, he understands. He has trouble with letting his guard down, too, and he is honored that you trusted him enough to tell him this.

Dominick Carisi:

Would be confused because he can not fathom you having not been in a relationship before. But once you explain, he hugs you and thanks you for letting him in. He probably shares some similar experience he or someone he knows has had to try and relate as well.

Nick Amaro:

He just looks at you for a bit. Then he says ok. And eventually, likely a long while (as in days, months, etc) later, he asks why. You explain to him that you have trouble trusting people, and he says he gets that, and gives you a hug. You both carry on and it likely isnt mentioned again.