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[thena0315]

Remember when Danny and Alison reunited back in 2017

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[bishopsbelova]

I randomly just started thinking about how old Zara and Gil are now and just kind of sent myself into a spiral. - like Gil is 1000% college aged now and Zara can’t be too far behind him (I literally can’t remember what their actual age difference is though) 

Also been thinking about how good Nick Amaro’s life has been since he moved to California and got his little blended family

[thena0315]

It would be really cool to see the Amaro family take a New York trip and we see how much Gil and Zara grew up into adults now

                          ☆ヾ( Nick with his precious children )ﾉ☆

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Nick Amaro NSFW Alphabet  

Guys I finished rewatching season 14 and I forgot how much I hate the storyline they give Nick. I love him as a character, but I would love to completely reconstruct his backstory. He has to be one of the most personally screwed-over characters in SVU. Am I the only one who hates the hidden love child-which I’m completely disregarding? Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this!  

Warnings- Some Maria-hate (sorry not sorry).  

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) 

Nick's aftercare is exceptional. He cleans you up, washing any mess he has made off you with a warm washcloth or a hot shower. Then it is cuddling and whatever you want in your post-glow bliss. Usually, it’s time for you to talk about whatever you want. Something you did, a movie you saw, an awful joke you heard that you laughed at but didn’t seem worth bothering him about. He wants to hear it all.

It’s a time that you have this full attention. Sometimes it leads to more vulnerable emotional conversations that he seems to have an easier time having when his walls are down after sex. Sometimes words are too much and the two of you just hold each other, caressing each other's bodies.  

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)  

Nick’s favorite body part of himself is his hands. They are rough, calloused, and strong from years of sports, hard work, and shooting a gun. They are dexterous and versatile enough to accomplish his endless paperwork, playing catch with Zara, fixing things around the house, and his favorite teasing you with them until you come apart so prettily with his name on your lips. 

Nick loves your entire body. He tells you all the time there is nothing he would ever change. He loves your curves and doesn’t discriminate between them. Why be a boobs or ass man, when he has two hands and a willing mouth that can have both and more?  

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)  

Nick is a jealous man, and he knows it. You are his and nobody else. After spending a significant amount of time watching any another man try to talk or flirt with you there is nothing more that he wants to do than take you to his bed and paint his cum all over your body. It gives him undeniable satisfaction seeing his seed on your skin claiming you in the most barbaric way. He should hate it because it may be considered demeaning, but he can’t. Even later when he is cleaning you up, he smiles knowing the evidence of his DNA still lingers on your skin, clinging to you.    

D = Dirty secret (self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)  

It’s not necessarily dirty but you made Nick come embarrassingly early by calling him Papi one day out of nowhere while you were riding him. He never liked the idea of being called daddy by his partners. It seemed weird to him but hearing the word Papi come from your lips as you took your pleasure from him did all the right things.

When you guys were basking in the afterglow, he casually asked you about the nickname. You had admitted that one of your friends had told you it was a common term of endearment for Cuban men but you seemed a bit embarrassed. Instead of just telling you he liked it he spent the next few months trying to casually reinforce the nickname whenever you used it by getting you off as many times as possible.     

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)  

Nick has experience. While he did go through a bit of a Casanova stage in his teens and early twenties, he has always been more of a long-term partner kind of guy. The different women did teach him about different ways to enjoy sex and a bit of experimentation. However, when he married Maria, it was narrowed down to what she liked. She liked sex that was very plain and vanilla, missionary mostly. She wasn't very interested in sex after she had Zara and what they did do was repetitive.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) 

Nick’s favorite position is doggy. He likes the control of your body it gives. His hands are free to caress and massage you. He can take you with your back pressed tightly to his chest fistful of your hair to make you look at him and steal open mouth kisses as he thrust into you. Or he can push you down on your knees with your face in the mattress as he holds your wrist behind your back and pounds into you hard and fast. Moans and his name bouncing from the walls as he takes you deeper and deeper. He loves leaving Hickes and love bites on your neck and down the back of your shoulder.      

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)  

Nick is a very passionate man but that doesn’t always translate into seriousness. You guys have had sex that you have laughed halfway through. You have been mid sex and his beard rubbed just right to tickle you and send you squirming with laughter that was contagious.  

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) 

Nick’s hair is dark and thick, and it curls when it gets too long. He keeps it trimmed up for hygiene's sake typically. He doesn’t think much about it when it gets overgrown when life is too busy, or he just can’t be bothered. When he is in a relationship, he keeps up on it more as a respectful consideration for you. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)  

Nick is the definition of a Latino lover. He will spend his time with foreplay and the sex making sure you know how important you and your pleasure are to him. He calls you sweet nicknames and tells you how much you mean to him and how he has missed you and your body. If he pins your hands, he intertwines your fingers.  

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) 

 Nick doesn’t masturbate often. When he does it's usually not to pleasure himself so much as to get a release from some stress. It’s quick and efficient and then he washes up and continues with his day or gets ready for sleep. He will also get himself off if he is horny, but you are not available or in the mood.      

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) 

Nick’s love language is words of affirmation, and he has a major praise kink that he likes to mix with his dirty talk. He is also a bit of an exhibitionist. He likes to push the line of where you can have sex without getting caught. Just be careful while he’s drinking because it heightens all these kinks and can lead to some pretty close calls.  

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) 

Nick’s favorite place to have sex is the bedroom because it has the most options and comfort. He has become a big fan of the laundry room. While the space is limited, Zara doesn’t feel the need to interrupt when you go in there because she doesn’t think there is anything of value and would rather watch TV while you guys do the ‘laundry’ unlike when you guys try to sneak away to the bedroom or bathroom. There is a door so there is no risk of her getting in there unexpectedly. Nick has also found many uses for the dryer while it’s on that aren’t clothes-related.     

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) 

Nick is not hard to convince to have sex or turn on. But he is a very visual man, and if you want to make him go feral wearing lingerie or one of his shirts buttoned halfway up is a good way of giving him an instant boner.    

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)  

Nick grew up with an abusive dad and he watched him beat his mom. He will never hit, slap, or do anything that could hurt you. An open-palmed smack on the ass is about as far as he will take it and that’s only if you enjoy it. He will never degrade you because it is against his morals of respecting women.    

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)  

Nick likes to get as much as he likes to receive. He wants you to sit on his face, sit not hover. If you don’t know the difference, he will pull you down on top of him and lick and devour your cunt until your legs are shaking to the point where sitting is the only option. He will work you up so well you will be riding his face. He loves 69ing too. Your moan vibrating around his dick from the pleasure of him eating out your pretty pussy? The answer is always yes.  

Nick loves a good blowjob. You found that it can fix his bad attitude. He came home in a bad mood and was trying to start a fight about something petty and irrelevant. He was in the kitchen slamming stuff around as he was making his coffee, bitching about how messy it was. You knew it had nothing to do with you, and everything to do with a disaster case, and marched over to him and grabbed his belt. He froze at first not sure what was going on, but it wasn't complaints falling from his lips when you dropped to your knees and gave him a quick messy blowjob. When you were done and got back to your feet, you pecked his lips and told him you were late for work leaving him stunned. When you returned home the kitchen was clean, he had cooked homemade traditional Cuban food, and he apologized to you all night long with a lot more than just his mouth.        

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) 

Nick likes to make the foreplay slow and passionate, to make sure you are satisfied and ready to take him. When it comes to sex his preferred pace is fast and on the rougher side. Your body in his hands as he pounds into you your breast bouncing, head thrown back as you take him.  

He does have a gentler side that comes out quite often. One that takes you slow and steady. He will kiss every inch of your body whispering Spanish words of endearment and praise against your skin. These are the times he wants to look you in the eyes and make sure you know his love for you in this physical act. That you can hear it, feel it, taste it, and see it in his eyes.      

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)  

Nick loves a good quicky. Life is busy, especially with a job like his and kids. Sometimes you just have to take those fifteen minutes and make them worth every second. It doesn’t always need to be long to be good and satisfying. Besides Nick enjoys seeing you after a quick tousle out with your friends or random people knowing exactly what causes that flush in your cheeks. Knowing that his cum is still leaking out of you and into your wet panties unless of course he still has them in his pocket for safekeeping.  

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) 

Nick is willing to experiment with his limits. He is willing to try any position you want at least once. He likes to push the limits where you two can get away with having sex. He likes the bathrooms at bars, the laundry room when Zara is preoccupied, and getting head when he is driving in low to no-traffic areas. He likes the adrenaline of the possibility, but he doesn’t actually want to get caught. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)  

Nick has stamina for days. He can drag out foreplay and sex for hours if you will let him. If you're planning on a sleepless night and are okay walking a little funny the next day you only have to give him about a half hour to recuperate and he will be ready to go again if you are.    

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)  

No, Nick’s not a toy guy. He is kind of old-fashioned and I think he might take it as a hit to his masculinity if you wanted to use them when you were in bed together.  

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)  

Nick is an ungodly tease. His sweet and dirty talk is second to none. He can get you wet just by telling you about what he is going to do to you. The innocent but consistent touches drive you crazy. Then when he finally has you in the bedroom you can almost taste the pleasure, he is going to give you. He teases you more and tisks about how impatient you are. “All good things come to those who wait, Corazón.”

If you want his teasing to stop, you will have to beg him or start teasing him back. He can give way better than he can take. You will have him changing his pace quick.    

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)  

Nick isn’t loud but he is by no means silent. He likes to dirty talk, and praise you in bed with a mix of English and Spanish words. He grunts and moans but keeps the noise to a minimum when Zara is in the house. If he knows that there isn’t a risk of being interrupted or overheard that is when Nick gets louder and likes to fuck you to upbeat Cuban music.   

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)  

Nick doesn’t know how to ask for attention or affection. He grew up with a controlling abusive father and a traumatized turned aloof mother. Then he married Maria, a strong-willed but distant and emotionally unavailable soldier. He never got consistent affection and doesn't understand his own need for it. He doesn’t consciously know he does it, but when he needs that affection, he will initiate sex even if he is not in the mood to have it. He will make it so good for you like he has to earn it. You will moan and call his name as he wrecks you with his fingers and mouth.  

Then he will usually wave you off when you go to reciprocate even if he is hard. He knows that what he really wants is already within reach because when you are pleasure drunk and boneless it always means that you are willing and wanting to cuddle. Your fingers will stroke and play with his hair, your other hand wandering his back teasing tense muscles until they relax. It takes you a long time to figure out what he is doing and when you do it breaks your heart.   

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)��

Nick has a lean body with muscular arms and thighs. His chest is toned with a visible six-pack. He has a sparse dusting of hair on his lower stomach, a happy trail leading down to his goods. Nick is a big boy, above average in size. His cock is thick and long with a slight upwards curve.   

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)  

Nick has a pretty high sex drive but good control over it. While he would prefer to have sex four or five times a week, he doesn’t expect that. He has times when he becomes a sex hound, and you swear it always seems to match up to when you're ovulating. His sex drive can also completely diminish during bad sex crime cases.    

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

Nick is one of those rare men that sex boosts his energy, at least for a little while. The flood of endorphins gives him a giddy relaxed high. If it is a quickie or during the middle of the day, he will have the sudden urge to accomplish something, or if you're really lucky cook traditional Cuban food. If it’s time for bed you will almost always fall asleep before him, but he is content to lay in bed with you either just cuddled up or playing games on his phone until the high fades.  

I forgot how long this prompt takes but hey there’s Nick’s! I have quite a few Nick miniseries that I’m going to be working on. One is the relationship building between the reader and Zara while still featuring Nick of course.  

I have another series that will be more angsty and will probably take longer because it’s going to be a split vibe of what could have happened in a situation with Nick and the reader's relationship when tragedy hits. I’m excited to challenge my writing in that way. 

Let me know if either of these piques your interest! I hope you enjoyed xoxo  

[noellawrites]

Hi there! How would the yandere svu guys propose?

oooh i love this! bold of you to think they might actually "propose" naturally LOL. this is just my take but feel free to pitch in with what you think!

Rafael Barba is going to be very strategic with his proposal. He's not taking no for an answer, but he also doesn't want to be humiliated with a rejection. He makes his mama and grandma spend a day with you, and then meets you three at a ritzy NYC restaurant for dinner. He's not getting down on one knee, he's too old for that. Instead, he puts his hand on yours and opens the ring box. It's insanely ornate and expensive, but you'd expect nothing less from Rafael Barba. You look up and see his soft smile. With his mama and grandma there, of course you say yes.

Nick Amaro is gonna get one of those rings that has thorns and legit hurts to remove (like Megan Fox's— google it). He's gonna put it on your ring finger when you're sleeping and give you a big smile when he sees your confusion. Of course he's not giving you a choice, he's "the man" of the relationship. He gets off on this dynamic. You're now going to take care of Gil and Zara, and take care of the home while Nick's working. He's had too many failed relationships, he's not gonna risk things this time.

Mike Dodds has some cutesy romantic thing planned, probably something like a walk by the Hudson. He doesn't plan for a rejection, but if you do reject him, he's gonna give you that brokenhearted puppy expression and you'll reverse your words quickly. His dad is really proud and helped him pick out the flashiest engagement ring. Of course, this is only after Dodds Sr. has fully vetted you. I mean, where else do you think Mike learned these yandere traits from?

Sonny Carisi makes his proposal soooo romantic. He's asked all of his sisters for help, not wanting to risk you saying no. He’ll pick a public place so you’ll feel obligated to say yes and be excited as he declares his undying love for you. The night you get engaged, you bet he’s gonna try for multiple rounds to knock you up. Now there’s a ring on your finger and he has the power in the relationship, so you can’t disagree.

[adarafaelbarba]

It could have been worse - Nick Amaro

"How?! How could it have been worse Nicholas?!" You glared at your fiancé as he sat on the examination bench. "Could have been shot somewhere my vest didn't protect me." He flinched as you dabbed wound cleaner around the sore area. "Don't say that--I don't even want to think about that! You need to be more careful, if not for me then for Zara and Gil." At the mention of his kids, he looked up at you, hurt in his eyes. The subject of the two tended to be a sore image for him, seeing as he didn't get as much time with them as he'd like to.

"You need to make sure you make it home Nicky." He grabbed your hands, turning them to kiss over your pulse, the only area not covered by your coat or gloves. "I always do my best, for you and for them." It hurt to see him like that, so vulnerable, but you knew he needed to hear it, no matter the pain. "I love you Nick, I just want you to be safe, and come home to me." "I love you too y/n, so much, remember that."

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Quitting Time

Pairing: Nick Amaro x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 590

Summary: After a long day at work, you convince Nick to go home but only if he can walk you to the bar.

Warnings: None

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It had been a long two weeks, cases piling high and working more overtime than you could ever imagine. Thankfully, the cases had been closed and court was done.

Wrapping up your final piece of paperwork, you tossed your pen down and scooped up your purse from under your desk. You stood and gabbed your coat from the back of your chair, pushing your chair in when done. Your eyes scanned the squad room, finally landing on your partner and friend — Nick Amaro. He was still hunched over his case reports, scribbling down his notes and filling in the detailed information from what he witnessed.

“You should go home, it’s late.” You stopped next to his desk and patted his shoulder. “You can finish this in the morning.” You reached for his pen but Nick dropped it on the papers. He sighed and turned around to look at you. He knew arguing with you wasn’t going to work because frankly, he was beyond exhausted. Everyone was. Hence why they were all at their homes, most likely in bed.

“I just have one more section to finish then I’ll go home.” He says but you don’t believe him. Nick’s always been so into his work, his emotions always leading him in every case, especially those with children involved. With a young daughter, Nick often times struggled to refrain from thinking of Zara during cases with young girls and you completely understood. You always had to reel him back in, to get him to focus on the situation at hand and remind him Zara was safe.

“No. I know you. You’ll stay here all night and that’s not helping anyone so go home, maybe you’ll make in time to tuck Zara in.” You did your best to entice him into leaving the precinct. “Besides, I’m heading over to the bar for a much needed drink then off to bed.” You informed him of your plans for the rest of the night.

Concern flooded Nick’s face. “Alone?” He questioned. If Nick was anything, it was protective of those he cared about and you were no exception. You just nodded in response. There were several other officers that frequented that same bar so you weren’t too concerned about anything happening plus you were capable of protecting yourself. “I’ll walk you to the bar.” Nick stated, leaving no room for arguments.

You just shook your head. “Why? Think I’ll get lost?” You teased, gently elbowing him as he stood from his desk chair and grabbed his jacket.

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.” Nick looked you in the eyes and you could see the worry in them. You’ve had a few guys catcall you and shout obscenities at you a couple times before when you would walk alone. Nick always worried they’d do more than that one day, maybe approaching you or grabbing at you as you passed by. Yes, it made you uncomfortable but you didn’t sense an imminent danger from the men.

“Alright, but only if you go home afterwards.” You stressed as the pair of you exited the door and started down the hall to the elevator.

Nick caught the look of determination in your eyes. It had been a long night on top of a long two weeks so he wasn’t in the mood for arguing with you. “Yes, ma’am.” Nick nodded, grinning as he watched you roll your eyes at him. He knew you loved teasing him and he loved dishing it back.

[basickassandra]

Two Cups to Go

A/N: I've been on a binge for a few months now watching SVU and after 15 seasons I've finally felt the want to write about someone! I hope you guys enjoy!)

Slight spoilers !

Two Cups to Go:

Springtime in New York City always brought the heaviest rain storms and today was no exception. The dark clouds were scattered overhead covering any ray of sunshine to peek through, leaving only the dark gloom to cast its shadow over the city dwellers. “I went in and paid for the last overnight run, now it's your turn Amaro.” Olivia let out a sigh of frustration as she raked her hair away from her face as Nick gave a soft smile and shrug “ Yeah yeah, don't lose sight of him while I run inside.” He teased as he exited the drivers side of the car and jogged his way across the street to the 24 hour diner.

Low dives were the best places to get decent coffee past any hour of the day, and their coffees sure as hell beat ‘cop coffee’. Rushing inside, shaking off a few droplets from his hair Nick made his way to the counter of the diner where his eyes caught the attention of a familiar figure, rustling against the back door and some boxes “Need help over there?” He offered already darting towards the back as the young lady turned her back towards him as she rested the boxes against the counter “Nope. I got it all covered. What can I do for you?” She asked not even bothering to cast a side glance at Nick, which did hurt his ego but he knew the reality of her hesitation. 

It was only a few months since she had been attacked at this diner by a patron and the SVU team did instruct her to be more cautious and less friendly, well that slip of information was mainly Nick's selfish doing. “Just Benson’s regular and tea for myself please.” He asked as she finally glanced up from her notepad that she was pretending to jot notes in. “Detective Amaro! You didn't sound like yourself for a minute. I'm sorry about that, I’ll get those started for you.” (Y/N) said her winning smile on full display.

The only rays of light Nick needed to keep his day going, besides Gil and Zara. “It seems pretty slow in here today, where is everyone? “ Nick asked, taking a seat at the bar looking around to see empty booths and tables “Detective Amaro you do know it's 7AM on a Tuesday morning right? There may be no sleep for the NYPD and bad guys but everyone else definitely gets their fill.” She teased as he nodded, chuckling to himself as she handed him his order. 

“You know you're right, I didn't even realize the week had just begun.” He continued taking the cups in each hand “Well cause SVU doesn't believe in the magical words of ‘Day Off’.” Laughing at her own joke, only meant she was tugging on Nick’s heart strings more and more. “Right again. What are you going to school for ? To be a lawyer? I think you might have this ADA thing down packed.” He teased as a shy blush appeared across her face “ I’ll keep dreaming Detective. You have a good day, and stay safe out there.” She said wiping down the part to enhance its already shiny laminate. “You too (Y/N).” Nick said heading towards the door readying himself to exit the diner and just as he was about to open the door he remembered Gil’s voice in his head. 

“Hey, before I go, Gil wanted me to invite you to his baseball game, he said it would mean a lot to him if you would be on the sidelines cheering for him. “ Nick felt his throat swelling at the mere ask, he was a grown man not a love sick teenager and yet this girl had the power to make him break out into a sweat and become a nervous wreck at the flip of a switch and she didn't even know it.

“Well… sure, I wouldn't want to let Gil down, he's a sweet kid.” She replied softly, locking eyes with Nick as he cleared his throat, nodding “Okay, great so me and Zara will pick you up on Friday from here at 5?” He confirmed as she nodded. “It’s a deal.” She said as Nick nodded once more before opening the door and jogging back to the car to escape from the rain.  

Once he was back in the car and shielded from the rain he passed Olivia her cup and coffee and quietly sipped on his tea “What happened to you in there? Your whole mood changed.” Olivia teased knowing exactly what caused the shift in his mood “Nothing, got me some warm tea and energy to catch our prep. Any movement?” Nick asked, completely ignoring her statement, trying to minimize his smirk to not have to face Olivia's side eye as she refocused her attention to the door catching their prep trying to sneak off “It's time.” She commented as Nick placed the car in drive.

[tropes-and-tales]

Viking Blood

December 28:  Heater/Sunrise and Sleepover (Nick Amaro x F!reader)

(From the winter prompts found here)

CW:  Named nationality; burgeoning love; fluff; no editing whatsoever.

Word Count:  972

AN:  Requested by anon!

It’s like Murphy’s Law:  just when New York City is going through its coldest snap in a decade, the furnace in Nick Amaro’s house decides to die.

Any other time, he’d suffer through it.  He lives alone in the house now that Maria and Zara have moved to D.C., so he only has to worry about himself.  Any other time, he’d wrap himself in layers and tough it out until morning when a repair person can come.

It’s dangerously cold though.  The space heaters he has barely touch the cold, and he moves them into the basement anyway to try and salvage the pipes, to keep them from bursting.

There’s no other alternative, then.  He calls his partner.  You’ve always had his back, and you’ve always extended the offer for anything he needs.

Tonight, on the coldest night of the year in New York City, what he needs is a warm bed.  Or at least a warm apartment.

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He gets the former, not the latter.

“Look, the couch is comfortable but it’s cold as hell in here,” you explain.  You rub the back of your neck, apologetic.  Embarrassed, maybe.  

“So?”

“So it’s better if we bunk up for the night.  That okay with you?”

“We’ve shared a bed before.  Remember when we were stuck in Newark?”

You grin at him.  “Yeah, asshole, and you complained to everyone that I snored.”

“You did snore.”

You huff at him.  Cross your arms.  “Didn’t.”

“Snored like a bear.  Snored like a muscle car.  Snored like—”

“You’re being awfully rude to the only person standing between you and hypothermia, buddy,” you interject, your grin turning sly.  “Unless you want to call Munch.  I bet he’s a champion cuddler.”

Nick holds up his hands in surrender.  “Alright, fine.  You didn’t snore.  You sleep like a dainty little princess.”

“Damn straight, guapo.”  You chuck him on the shoulder, then tilt your head in the direction of your bedroom.  “Get cleaned up.  Make yourself at home.”

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Make yourself at home.

He doesn’t, not really, not at first.  At home, he sprawls in his bed, but in your bed, he tries to be respectful.  Keeps to his side, keeps his arms and legs to himself.

But fuck if it isn’t still cold, even with your apartment building’s functional furnace.  Even with the small space heater you have set in the bedroom to help supplement the heat.  Even in his flannel pajama pants, Henley shirt, thick socks.  There’s a thick layer of frost on your window.  The wind outside shrieks, howls.  It makes the night seem even darker and colder.

He can’t help himself when he shivers.  Every shift in bed presses him against a new cold spot, and it takes all of his strength to not let his teeth chatter together.

You, though?  You seem…okay.  

You also notice his shivering.

“Want me to cuddle with you?” you ask.

He turns his head in the darkness, can just make out the shape of you beside him.  “How are you not cold?”

“Oh, I am.  Just not as cold as you.”

“Still…”

“C’mere.”  He feels you shift beside him, then feels your hand on him.  Turning him towards you, and then the warm embrace of your arms around him.  You rub his back briskly, then tuck the covers more firmly around him.  Hardly a manly moment for him, but Nick finds he doesn’t mind being babied a little bit, at least by you.  Of relinquishing control and letting you gently manhandle him to warm him up.

It does the trick.  Within a moment, his shivering stops, and a moment after that, the final bit of chill leaves his bones.  Between the two of you—you the warmer one—the bed is a cozy little haven on the coldest night in Nick’s recent memory.

“Better?” you ask, and you drop your voice low because he’s right there, but it comes out unintentionally sultry, nearly sexy.  

“Yeah,” he replies, and his near-whisper sounds sultry too.

“Why are we talking to each other like we’re phone sex line operators?” you ask in that same low, sexy voice, and it startles a laugh out of him, which makes you chuckle too.

He doesn’t answer, but he asks (in a more normal tone, he hopes), “why aren’t you colder?”

“Genetics.  My grandma was from Norway.”

Nick smiles in the darkness.  “So you’re built for this sort of weather.”

“It’s the Viking blood.”

He reaches out, wraps a comfortable arm around you and pulls you closer.  “I appreciate you looking out for me.”

“Anytime, partner.”

-----

Nick survives the night.  He wakes up once in the dead of night to use the bathroom, and it’s torture to pull himself from the cocoon of your bed.  He dashes to the bathroom, shivering the whole time, then dashes back to your bedroom, practically diving under the covers.

He doesn’t wake you, but the way you reach for him in your sleep, the displeased grumble you make until you have your arms back around him…it makes something tight go loose and lax in his chest, an unfurling that’s been threatening for a long while now.

When you start to snore a moment later, he only smiles and holds you a little tighter.

When he falls asleep, the last cognizant thought is how lucky he is to have found a warm place to stay for the night, in the arms of his partner and closest friend.

And when he wakes before you in the morning, the rosy sunrise casting your sleep-rumpled features in a soft light, his first thought is how lucky he is to have found a warm place to land after his divorce, because he recognizes the unfurling in his chest finally—the first sign of spring, of warmer weather.  The beginning thaw brought on by love.

[musictheatrenerd16]

NICK AMARO DAUGHTER HEADCANONS

Nick would be such an overprotective father

he meant well but sometimes it went too far

the squad loving you, them being like your aunt and uncles

you love being a big sister to Zara and having Maria as your stepmom

Zara thinks you are the coolest person ever

Maria loves you just as much as Zara

Nick tries to make it to all of your events although that doesn’t happen sometimes

He loves you so much, you were his first baby

Calling liv when you get really worried about him

Late nights on the weekends

Having intense fights but then making up no matter what

Getting kidnapped at least once or twice

Nick going insane

“No one hurts my little girl”

But no matter what he loved you and wanted you to be safe

[tropes-and-tales-archives]

Sonny Carisi: Second Chances, Part Two

WC: 2107

TW: Angst; break-ups; goofy good fun.

AN: This is part of a mini-series. The rest can be found here.

You only saw Nick one last time, when he came into the precinct to empty his desk and his locker.  You made yourself unavailable to talk, calling down to the lab and remaining on hold for long time that would normally infuriate you.  Nick lingered around your desk for a bit, but you only shrugged and mouthed “oh hold.”  You didn’t want to hear his empty words, and he eventually left.  Once he did, you hung up your phone, and when you looked around the bullpen, you noticed Sonny watching you.

“Everything okay?” he asked, and you nodded and shrugged at the same time, as if to say, whatever.

Nick only tried to call you once after that, and you let the call go to voicemail.  He left a message, but you never heard it.  You just deleted it and tried to forget about him.

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You had a minor in psychology, so you were well acquainted with the stages of grief and all the theories about grieving.  You mainly bounced between anger and denial, skipping the bargaining stage altogether.  You didn’t pray and barely believed in god at all, seeing what you saw every day at work.  If there was a higher power, you weren’t going to waste your breath on bargaining for someone like Nick Amaro.  If anything, you’d send a prayer for Maria:  you had zero animosity for the woman, and you hoped she would be able to find happiness, considering how she was tethered to Nick for at least as long as Zara was a minor.

You cleaned your apartment from top to bottom with the dedication of a career criminal erasing evidence.  You wanted every microscopic trace of Nick out of your life.  You gathered up everything he left behind:  a t-shirt, a baseball cap, half a stick of deodorant, and a paperback thriller with its spine cracked and broken.  You tossed everything except the book – you shoved that in a tiny library outside a bodega near your house. 

You spent time at the NYPD gym, you poured yourself into you work, and you made sure that you were completely exhausted by the end of each day so that you could sleep without dreams.  But you still dreamed sometimes.

You grieved and raged in your own way, but you kept it private.  You took a great deal of pride in your ability to stay professional at work – you never cried, you never yelled or lost your temper.  You were a steady, even-keeled presence in a precinct full of passion and strong personalities.

For the most part, none of your coworkers even remarked about Nick leaving.  They knew you’d dated, but aside from a few sympathetic glances in the beginning, they left you alone. 

Except for Sonny.

You caught him, more than once, watching you from across the bullpen.  You begrudgingly admitted that he was handsome, especially once he lost that awful mustache he had in the beginning, and you readily admitted that he was a good detective. 

He watched you, but you couldn’t read the expression on his face when you caught him.  He didn’t have his usual hang-dog look like when a particularly sad case came through.  He didn’t look angry.  You couldn’t quite place it, but if you stared back at him too long, his ears would turn an amusing shade of pink and he’d duck his head.

You were a great detective, but every detective had blind spots.  Years later, you’d laugh and tell people that the evidence – solid stuff, not circumstantial – had been right in front of you, but you had missed it anyway.  But that was years away, and right now, you were nursing a wounded heart and an even more wounded ego. 

So when Sonny stared at you with his big blue eyes, when he placed a cup of coffee on your desk without a comment, when he offered you the first pick of cannoli from the box he brought in, you just shrugged and thought, “Sonny is just being Sonny.”

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The day had started terribly, and you would have just stayed home and rode it out from the safety of your couch.  You had to testify early though, so you had to try and deal with the stuff the universe was throwing at you.

First, when you sorted through your mail from the previous few days, you found a few errant pieces belonging to Nick that had somehow slipped through the post office’s forwarding system.  Junk mail, mostly, but one glossy card from a national jewelry chain caught your eye.  On the front, a picture of a happy, perfect couple.  The man on one knee, the woman caught in happy surprise.  The back of the card listed some new diamond line promising “an engagement ring as brilliant as her!”

You tore it into a million pieces, slicing a particularly nasty papercut along the crease of your thumb that burned every time you flexed your hand.

Second, the NYPD gym was closed – water main issues – so you didn’t get your usual cardio relief before dawn.

Third, traffic was a nightmare.

Fourth, you were in your courtroom suit, which was sharp and stylish, which meant it wasn’t comfortable like your usual work outfits.

You were just irritated, and every little thing was piling up.  You took a deep breath and poured yourself a cup of coffee in the SVU breakroom, willing yourself to calm down.  You couldn’t take the stand so angry – Barba was good, but he couldn’t fix a detective that came across as irate and hostile.

You added an obscene amount of sugar to your coffee, then turned away from the counter to return to your desk.  Instead, you turned smack into Sonny, who had crept up on you like some slender Italian-American ghost without a sound.

You yelped as your coffee exploded against you, searing your hand.  You jumped backwards, cracking your hip against the counter and yelped again at the bolt of pain that radiated down your leg and up your waist.

“Sorry!” Sonny said.  He held his hands out to help but didn’t know what to do so he just kept them out in supplication. 

You shook droplets of cooling coffee from your hand and then looked down your front.  Your suit jacket and pants were mostly unscathed, but your snowy white blouse had a massive stain on it.  You glanced at the clock on the wall; you didn’t have time to go home and change, but it didn’t matter anyway – your dry cleaning hadn’t been picked up in weeks, and you didn’t have any other suitable shirt at home.

You gritted your teeth.  “Great.  Perfect.  Nice.”  You crumpled the mostly empty paper cup in your hand and threw it into the garbage.  “Fuck this.”

“Sorry,” Sonny repeated, and you saw how aghast he looked.  He reached past you and grabbed a handful of napkins, then made as if to daub at your chest, then blushed, then handed them to you instead.  You took them and tossed them into the garbage too.

“I have to fucking testify in less than an hour,” you told him. 

“Sorry,” he said a third time.

You shook your head and sighed.  “Are you a ninja, Carisi?  You purposely creep up on me to scare me?”  You glanced up at him and saw the distress in his face, so you sighed again.  “It’s okay.  It happens.  It’s just been one of those days, and it’s not even eight yet.” 

“Do you have a spare shirt?” he asked, sheepish.  He ran his hand over the back of his neck nervously.

You shook your head.  “My dry cleaner has all my stuff.  I’m a chronic drop-off that never picks up.  Besides, with traffic, I’d never make it home and back in time.”

“Can Barba move you to later in the day?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head again.  “I’m the last witness he had to call.”  You gave a bitter laugh.  “Save the best for laugh, I guess.  Nothing says ‘professional’ like a giant coffee stain.”

His face lit up.  “Maybe not.  Come on,” he said, and he motioned for you to follow him to the locker room.  He spun the dial on his locker and opened it with a clang.  He pulled out a crisp white men’s Oxford shirt and handed it to you.

You smiled despite your disastrous day so far.  “I don’t think we’re the same size, Carisi.”

“Try it on,” he urged you.  “It might be a little tight across the…”  He trailed off and his ears turned crimson, and you caught his meaning.  “But under the jacket, it might be okay.  Better than a coffee stain, at least.”

You nodded and waited for him to leave, but he just turned his back instead, so you turned your back to him too.  You eased out of your jacket and then removed your wet blouse, tossing it on the bench in front of the lockers.  Then you put on Sonny’s shirt.  It was long, and the sleeves came halfway down your hands.  And Sonny had been right – it did strain a bit along your breasts, and you blushed a bit at this for some reason.

“Alright,” you said, and Sonny turned around and appraised you.  You watched his eyes drift over you, faltering for a moment over your chest, then he nodded.

“I look ridiculous,” you said, but he reached out and plucked your jacket from the bench.

“Nah,” he said.  He held out your jacket and helped slip it over your arms.  “You’d look great in anything.”  You knitted your brows at the comment, but you had your back to him so he didn’t see it.  You turned back around to face him.

“Tuck in the shirt,” he ordered, and you did, stuffing it under your waistband and smoothing it out.  It already looked better.

“Here,” he continued, and he took first one of your hands and then the next.  He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, fussing with them until they were mainly tucked under the cuffs of your jacket and only a thin margin of white stuck out.  You watched his face as he helped, his brow creased in concentration.  “Much better,” he finally said.  He took a step back and looked you over again.

“Courtroom ready?” you asked, and Sonny smiled.

“Well, no one can compare to Barba strutting around in his three-piece suits, but you’re a close second.”

“Thanks, Sonny,” you said.  “I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

“It’s okay.  I know you’ve been having a rough time.”  He caught the startled look on your face at this, and he tried to clarify.  “With Nick and everything.  I mean, you know.”  He finished lamely and rubbed the back of his neck again.

“Is it that obvious?”

He shrugged.  “Nah, but it still can’t be easy.”  He cleared his throat and you noticed a flush creeping up his neck from under his collar, but he didn’t say anything else. 

You glanced down at your watch and noted the time.  “I have to head over to the courthouse,” you said.  You smiled at him and thanked him again.  “I promise I’ll get your shirt back to you as quick as I can.”

He waved you off, and you started to leave the locker room, but he called out after you.  “Nick was an idiot,” he blurted.  When you turned and looked over your shoulder at him, his face was bright pink, and he couldn’t quite look you in the eye.  “I mean…I…a lot of guys would have never left you behind,” he stammered.

You looked at him a long moment before you smiled at him.  You thought about the past few months, and before them, the time with Nick.  You decided to take a chance.  “Well, if you know one of those guys, shoot me his number,” you said.  He looked up at you, surprised, before he smiled back at you.

“I might know someone,” he replied.  His blue eyes were bright, and you felt your terrible day – and terrible past few months – begin to loosen their grip on you.  You nodded at him, then turned and left.  You grabbed your purse and headed to the elevator bank, and you didn’t even make it out of the building before your phone dinged.  You fished it out of your pocket and read the message, from Sonny.

It was a phone number that, if you checked it against Sonny’s saved contact information, you knew would match.  Underneath it, a message:

He’s free this Saturday evening, and I bet he’s already crazy about you.

[thena0315]

Since Noah googled his mom, it wouldn't surprise me if Zara has done the same thing. She was pretty young so I doubt she remembers full details of 15x11 & left before the end of 15x23. Gil was old enough to know what happened.

As for Jesse, Billie and Nicky when they get older.....their relatives have big mouths. (Which is why Carisi is thinking about thinking away his kids' computers/smart technology)

[bishopsbelova]

By way of rewatch and Nick saying "My Five year old attacks me at dawn" in Strange Beauty which takes place in late April/Early May in 2012 but in "Acceptable Loss" it's like mid August and he tells Cragen that Zara is now 6.

So I'm assuming she has to have a mid summer birthday and was probably born in 2006.

So that girl would be turning eighteen this year and god damn do I feel old.

[venus-haze]

Thank you so much for tagging me @slaasherslut ily🖤

Tag game: Top 9 first-time watches of 2023

May December (2023), Riso Amaro/Bitter Rice (1949), Killers of the Flower Moon (2023), Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 (1986), Diabolique (1955), The Devil’s Rejects (2005), Cecil B. Demented (2000), Female Trouble (1974), Serial Mom (1994)

No pressure tags: @zaras-really-dreamless @zepskies @memphis-menace @blurredcolour @ronsparky @frstcorinthians @rottent33th @rock-n-macabre @sehtoast @flaggermuser @thestandupproject @land-sh @cherubgore @1waveshortofashipwreck (please make a new post, don’t reblog!)

[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.”      

[fatalitysficbakery]

Heyyy, you've got a pretty organized requesting system! Anyways~ how about Fluff #9 "you're too tiny for that, let me help." for Amaro & South Asian Fem!Reader -- I'm short so this prompt has my whole heart. As for the synopsis, I'm imagining smth where reader works at the library he takes Zara to and she's putting books on a shelf but she's short so nick helps while Zara reads? Basically a fluffy meet cute, after all, who deserves a fluffy meet cute more than nick?

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Nick Amaro x South Asian Fem!Reader

genre: fluffy fluff fluff/maybe a little smutty?

warnings: cute aggression.

synopsis: #9 “you’re too tiny for that, let me help.

authors note: thank you so much, beloved! that makes me so glad. i want to make requesting as simple as possible. by the way, i love this idea so much. mwah mwah!

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In instances of divorce, it’s common for some parents to play tug-o-war with their child, using them as a tool of revenge and spite, a traumatizing experience that happens far too often. Nick Amaro had seen it all, he’d lived it all at one point in his lifetime.

- Violence in front of children.

- Emotional/Physical/Medical abuse & neglect.

- Parents using their child as tools of manipulation.

- Parents keeping their children away from the other.

- Parents filling their children’s heads with lies about the other simply to turn them against the other.

- Parents abandoning their children after a marriage ends.

And so on and so forth.

Which is why he’d thrown himself into fatherhood, he never wanted Zara to go through what he did. What he’d seen.

Lately, Zara had been growing into quite the intelligent little lady. Recently she’d become obsessed with cooking/baking, seeing a child’s starter recipe cookbook on an ad, the little girl just had to have it so she could create the best homemade double chocolate chip cookies, a popular recipe on page 25 of the cookbook. Amaro was now on a mission to find it.

Anything to make his favorite girl happy. He adored seeing her eyes light up like christmas morning so he made her a promise, after school they’d take a trip down to the grocery and bookstore to finally find this special cookbook she just had to have and make those double chocolate chip cookies she’d been desperately craving for the past 2 days. It was hard to say no to such an adorable face.

“Daddy, c’mon! You’re walking like a snail”!

“I had to lock the car doors, Mija. How are we getting home to make these cookies if someone steals the car”?

Zara rolls her eyes, though her dad was a detective, crime was still a foreign concept to her child brain, to her, Amaro is overreacting over a nonsense hypothetical.

“Papa, you’re silly”. Is all the child can offer in her excitement, and for once Nicholas is glad his little girl is still so innocent and full of wonder — She skips into the bookstore, humming a lullaby Nick sings to her at bedtime, his eyes scan the harsh fluorescent lit store, shelves lined with books upon books, white laminated signs with the name of each genre typed in Comic Sans.

He could count the amount of workers on one hand, along with the amount of customers on the very same. The cashier gives him a fake grin, politely asking if he could help with anything; Amaro sees relief on the teens face when he replies with an equally as fake smile, politely declining before following after his all too hyper daughter — With the amount of sugar she was about to get, it would turn out to be a long long night.

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It’d been a long 6 hours in the library, not only was it slow but at times horribly boring, the intake didn’t start until it was almost time for the end of your shift, and boy were you ready for the end of your shift — Today an event for the children’s section was happening, a highly loved author of a series of mystery books called “P.I Pat” for little ones had come for a reading of the newest installment of the series. Your little cousins loved the series but you? Not so much.

Glancing at the clock you see little feet shuffling to the shelves, you wince as more books are moved to random locations, apparently P.I Patty needed multiple books for not only the author but the children to read as well. Something about wanting to turn the read in into a reading lesson as well; more books are removed from shelves, little feet scamper away back to the children’s corner — a too bright corner with colorful reading carpet that reads “Reading is fun & fundamental” surrounded by beanbags of all colors, 2 desktops, a small penguin television, and a few stuffies who’d seen some shit during their stay.

It’s regularly cluttered and messy from all the little humans that run through the bookstore after the many, many events held.

You groan, unlocking the wheels on your book cart and trudging to the shelves, you refuse to put the books all back until the event is over but you still wanted to gather up the stray books to at least alleviate your workload for the day.

And just when you’ve finished your mission, there’s a squeaky voice sounded in your ear, a mother and her son asking for a book on one of the highest shelves there is before walking away towards the counter without another word.

You stare at the taunting black hard covered scouts book and groan, hoping your tiptoes won’t fail you.

With puffed out cheeks and determination, you almost manage to grab hold of the hard cover, but just when you think you’ve got it, it slips away once again leaving you frustrated to no end.

Your continuous, seemingly non ending struggle is taken notice by another patron, coming up next to you, the man grabs onto the book, just barely grazing your hand with his as the book is finally free from it’s sacred spot on the newly unorganized shelf; something you’d need a ladder for later.

You can feel his breath tickle your ear, a deep cuban italian tinged accent sends a shudder through you, “You’re too small for that, let me help”.

You spin around, ready to give the stranger a piece of your mind for the “too small” comment, only to be met with the dangerously gorgeous eyes of Nicholas Amaro, your voice doesn’t seem able to come out any longer, and the caramel of your skin is now twinged with maroon from the tips of your ears to the balls of your apple cheeks.

Amaro is no better, Zara tugs on her dads shirt repeatedly until she gains his attention and breaks through the tension, “Daddy stop staring at the pretty lady, we have to get my book”!

Successfully broken through, you giggle at the little ladies cuteness and turn your attention to her, a grin spread bright across your features kneeling down to her height.

“My names Y/n, can I ask what book you’re looking for, pretty”? You return the compliment, booping her nose much to the little ones enjoyment. — Zara beams, and Amaro can’t help but tune in to such an adorable interaction, yet his eyes aren’t specifically on his daughter any longer, they follow you and your movements instead.

“I’m Zara! It’s called Little Chefs! Papa says I can make double chocolate chip cookies tonight, I’m gonna be a chef when I grow up”.

Her eyes show that youthful innocence that you adore seeing in the kids that come in, so full of life and wonder without a care in the world, as much as you love to complain about your job, there’s also so much that you love about it.

Looking up to Nick, you give him a wave and turn back to Zara, “Is that so? Well, luckily we just got Little Chefs back in stock specially for adorable little chefs like you. Wanna follow me? You and your papa”?

Amaro clears his throat when you both look up at him, he nods trying to gather words that didn’t make him out to be a bumbling idiot.

“Yeah, yeah. C’mon, Zarbear…I promised you a cookbook, yeah”?

Nailed it.

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As you walk down the way too long shelves, you and Amaro fall into casual conversation but every second or so he’ll trip you up with a flirtatious comment or two, and whilst Zara catches on quickly, her mind is too occupied on the thought of cookies and her new book, besides, she and Mama Amaro have been pushing Nicholas to date for a minute now since it’d been a fair amount of time since he and Maria had divorced.

Getting to the aisle, Zara’s eyes focus in on the the children’s corner and the read in, with a head tilted, she grabs onto your shirt and pulls this time.

“I’ve been working here for about 2 years now while I get my PHD- Yes”? You snicker, looking down at the little girls excited expression, eyes sparkling when she points to the corner.

“What’s happening over there”? She asked, letting her hand fall to her side after her mission is completed.

“That’s Suzy Quintallez, the author of the P.I Patty series. She’s doing a read in for the latest installment”.

Zara’s eyes widen wildly in excitement, a squeal leaving her lips as she jumps up and down turning to her dad with hands cupped into a plead, “I love P.I Patty. Papa please! Can I go with the other kids!? Just for a little”? jutting out her bottom lip, a move she knows weakens her father right up.

Sighing, Nick looks back at you, deciding he wants more time to talk and this is a good opportunity. Looking back to his excited daughters face, he shakes his head lightheartedly and smiles.

“Go ahead, Amor. I’ll pay for the book and come get you afterwards, sound good”?

“SOUNDS GOOD! I love you papa”! Zara hugs her dad tightly before running off to join the other kids, leaving the two of you alone.

“She’s adorable, looks just like you. You and your wife are lucky to have such a cutie like her”.

The oldest trick in the book, mentioning a spouse in an attempt to gouge out someone’s love life’s status. — Nick gladly indulges your request for an answer, a soft smirk on his face when he realizes what’s happening, “I’m single, my ex-wife and I divorced a year ago. It’s just Zar and I”.

Licking his lips, you try not to show to find too much enjoyment in knowing he’s a bachelor, “A guy like you? Single”?

He chuckled, nodding, “I’m an SVU detective, sometimes my job can be a tad hectic. What about you? I’m sure you’ve got men nipping at your heels”.

You blush a little, shrugging, “Mm, my ex girlfriend and I called it quits 5 months back and the guy I was seeing turned out to be…interesting in a ‘I need to get the fuck gone’ kinda way”.

Just when Amaro is about to ask more questions, maybe your number. Maybe a date. The mother and son from earlier that you’d completely forgotten about, cut in.

“HEY! We’ve been at this damn register for almost 15 fucking minutes. Care to stop eye fucking this dude and ring us up”?

Flustered and thrown off, you whisper a small ‘Sorry’ and scamper off to the counter.

“Shit. I am so sorry, Ma’am”.

“Yeah, well you should be”.

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After completely forgetting about a customer, you and Amaro had not much time to talk, until he’d come to ring up the cookbook Zara was seeking out. That tint of strawberry has reserved a spot on your face, still embarrassed about your small little fumble that for a moment you don’t even speak nor look at the man until the book is rang up and bagged, you both speak at the same time.

“I’m so sorry-”

“I’m so sorry-”

You both laugh a little, he allows you to go first.

“I’m so sorry about earlier” is what you finally say but Nicholas is hearing nothing of it, shaking your words off as well as shaking his head.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have held you asking all those questions, I just…You’re gorgeous”.

If you had a drink in your mouth, you’d very well have spit it out in that moment, eyes widening, stammering over your words, “I’m- You- M-me”?

He confirms with a nod, chuckling at how cute you are, “Yes, you, Hermosa. I came here to buy a book but I think I wanna leave with your number. Is that okay”?

His soft baby browns stare into your grey ones, lip tugged between your teeth as his words sink in, and not even 2 seconds later are you grabbing the man’s phone and inputting your number in it.

Just after, Zara runs up to her dad with a huge smile on her face, the event nearing an end and all the kids finding their parents.

“Papa, papa! I’m ready to make my cookies”, She runs into his arms to which he happily picks up his princess, an interaction that brings a smile to your face.

“We should get to it then, huh? Wanna say bye to Miss Y/n”?

Zara nods and grabs the bag from your hand, leaning her head on Amaro’s, “Can I tell you a secret, Miss Y/n”? she asks leaning in closer.

“Of course you can, ladybug”! Her energy is contagious, you find yourself leaning in before you’d even answered.

She whispers a little whisper into your ear, Amaro just barely hears. It’s his turn to turn beet red.

“I think my papa likes you”.

Snickering, you cup your hand to tell her a “secret” as well, this time Nick hears clearly, “I think I might fancy him as well”.

Zara giggles happily, pulling back from your “super top secret” conversation and looking back at her dad then to you once more, “Bye Miss Y/n”!

She waves at you to which you return the gesture before looking to her dad, sending him a wink and watching until they’re out of sight.

It’s then that you freak out a little, your feet doing “tippy taps” as you squeal happily, ready to clock out now more than ever.

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That night after all is said and done, though you doubted Nick would ever message you again after sending the test message to save numbers.

That is… until your phone dings just as you’ve gotten out of the shower.

Your smile is absolutely beaming when you see his name on screen.

nicky boy 📱: dinner and skating this saturday? i’d love to get to know you better, pretty girl.

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Now, who were you to turn down Nicholas Fucking Amaro?

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A/N: hope this is what you wanted, beautiful!