Tag: love

Meeting Amaro V

//This will be the last part of this fic of how Nick and reader meet. But of course, their story continues 😊 *mention of ectopic pregnancy*//

“Time served and a $1000 fine because he pleads down. Are you kidding me?” The judge was very lenient because it was his first charge. Thinking back you knew you should have done something sooner. You shook your head.

After the incident with Sam, you gave notice at work even though the director assured Sam couldn’t nor would he be allowed to stay employed. You had two job interviews next week. One at another ER, the other at a clinic.

Nick texted you a couple times checking on you and wondering when you were going to buy that coffee you owed him. That’s where you were now. Waiting in a coffee shop that was between both of your places.

It’s just coffee. Nothing more. You did not grin like a crazy person when he texted you. You did not think he was sexy all scruffy, dark hair, deep brown eyes…he was there. “Oh Y/L/N you are in so much trouble.” You mumbled to yourself through a smile and waved to him.

                                     //Four months later//

“So there I was chasing a perp. I caught up with him, tackled him. And…he was naked.” Nick half smiled and hung his head with a chuckle.

“Are-are you serious?” You burst out laughing. Letting go of NIck’s hand you wiped the tears from your eyes. “I think we have a lot of similar incidents even though we are in totally different fields.”

“You’ve chased down a naked man and tackled him?” Nick raised his eyebrows surprised.

“Just one of the perks of working in the ER during rush week.” You shrugged your shoulders laughing. Nick slipped his arm around you and kissed your temple.

He slid his hand down to take yours. “Y/N. I want to tell you something. I lo-”

 Your smile faded and you stopped dead in your tracks. “No.” 

“What-I haven’t said…” Nick realized you weren’t talking to him and followed your gaze. Nick’s jaw clenched when he spotted Sam. He gently tugged on your hand. “C’mon let’s go.”

When you were back at Nick’s apartment you excused yourself to the restroom. You braced yourself on the sink and looked in the mirror. After splashing water on your face, you grabbed a towel to dry your face. 

Nick was in the kitchen at the stove when you emerged from the restroom. You watched as he took two mugs from the cabinet and placed a tea bag in each. Nick rubbed his hands over his face and let out a deep sigh. 

“Hey.” Nick jumped when he heard your voice and the tea kettle whistling. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.” You leaned against the doorway of the kitchen and gave him a small smile.

Nick poured the boiling water over the teabags and handed you a cup. “It’s okay. My mind was elsewhere.” Nick leaned a hip on the counter. His smile was thin. “Can we sit and talk?”

A lump formed in your throat. This was it. You were being dumped. “Sure.” You followed Nick into the living room. A pit was forming in your stomach and tea was the last thing you needed. Carefully you sat the steaming mug on the coffee table beside Nick’s.

Nick clasped his hands between his open knees. “Y/N. First I want to ask if you’re okay?”

You shrugged a shoulder, gazing up at Nick.

“Dumb question, sorry.” Nick sighed. He reached for your hand, his eyes locked with yours. “He can’t hurt you anymore, Y/N. I’ll make sure of it.” Nick’s eyes were filled with sincerity. 

“I know.” You whispered. “I trust you, Nick. I feel safe with you.”

Nick knew everything about your past. From losing your parents when you were 18, to raising your brother, who was now serving overseas in the Marines. He knew all about Sam too. The cheating, abuse, and manipulation.  

One evening, about a month ago he came to your apartment upset after a call from his dad. Nick revealed the abuse him and his mom suffered at the hands of his father. Something only a hand full of people knew about. 

There was one thing. One very important thing you left out that night. It had been bothering you since. You took a steadying breath. “Nick. I need to tell you something.”

Nick nodded, encouraging you to continue. 

Through pursed lips, you blew out the breath you were holding. “When Sam and I were together, I got pregnant.” Your eyes flicked to Nick to gauge his reaction. “ I started bleeding at work. It turned out to be an ectopic pregnancy. I had to have emergency surgery. I woke up scared and alone. But most of all relieved. I know that makes me sound like an awful person but-”

He squeezed your hand. “I’m sorry. That must have been…I can’t imagine.” He gathered you in his arms, squeezing you tight.  “You Y/N are not an awful person.” He moved his hands to cup your face. His thumbs swiped away your tears. “I love you, Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

Your breath caught. “I love you too Nicholas Amaro.”  You pressed your lips to his soft, welcoming lips. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest. You and Nick may both be damaged but to one another, you were perfect.

Everything you write I love. Which sexy SVU man will you be posting about next? Your writing is so vivid I feel like I am in the scene. Keep up the excellent work.

First of all, thank you so much! I truly appreciate you!

I actually have something for each of the guys. People have been sending awesome asks. I’m hoping to get a Mike and Nick out today. I get a little ADD sometimes and bounce from one story to the next. LOL

Sonny gently carressed your exposed skin. He was uncomfortable but seeing how peaceful you were there was no way he was going to make you move.

Studying your sleeping form he pondered how you could sleep in such awkward positions. A smile crossed his face. After years of kids sleeping across the bed, feet in the face both of you had learned to adapt to whatever position kept you on the bed. His hand strayed to your hair that was wild and soft.

Sonny closed his eyes, saying a silent prayer of thanks for you and the kids. You turned over in your sleep pushing your back to his side. Rolling over he gathered you to his chest. Pressing a kiss to your head he finally closed his weary eyes, pushing the darkness away.

Source: iloveyou

I am glad Nick did not go further with the stripper. How does he begin to win the Reader’s trust back?

Two months since you and Nick had essentially become roommates. He had been making every effort he could to show you he was sorry and gain back your trust. Flowers at work, making dinner, taking you on dates and bringing you coffee at work. The two of you actually had conversations again. If he couldn’t talk, he would at least send you a text. And he never left the house without letting you know when he would be back and where he was going. If he was going to be late, he was sure to tell you. Your trust was building every day. 

Things were starting to get back to normal. Except for one thing- sex. There was intimacy slowly coming back  Kisses and hugs goodnight and goodbye were exchanged. You held hands at the park the other day. And every morning you woke up in his arms. The only thing missing was sex. Images of a woman grinding and kissing Nick popped into your head and killed whatever passion you would happen to be feeling. 

Those thoughts were going through your head when you heard a familiar voice. Turning you saw Nick hobble toward you with a wince. “Y/N.” He kissed your cheek.

“Are you okay? Why are you limping?” Looking him up and down quickly, you didn’t see any other injuries.

“Just twisted my ankle chasing down a perp,” Nick smirked and jerked his head over to a man handcuffed to a gurney. “Got him though.” A uniformed officer stood watch over a rough looking man on a gurney.

“C’mon. Let’s take a look at that ankle.” You motioned for him to follow you to an empty bed. 

“Nah. I’m okay. Th-”

 “Nicholas Amaro do not be stubborn. I will call security”, you said with a grin.   

Nick studied your face for a beat then decided he better listen. “Yes, ma’am.” Nick started walking, well limping back to one of the pods. He lowered to one of the stretchers.

“Let’s get your shows off.” Untying his shoe and slipping it off revealed a swollen, ankle with different shades of blue and purple. “Wiggle your toes, Nick.” He did but with considerable pain. “I don’t think it’s broke, but I’m going to order an Xray and start a chart.”

Helping Nick in the house turned out to be challenging. He almost fell several times just getting out to the car using crutches. “Here. Lean on me.“ You wrapped an arm around his waist, as he draped an arm around your shoulders. 

Finally making it in the house, you helped him lower onto the couch. As you straightened up, the side of your face was centimeters from Nick. You could feel his hot breath on your neck. He brushed his lips along your jaw. “Y/N.” He whispered. “Tre amo tanto. No puedo vivir sin ti. Por favor no me dejas.” 

You felt your heart clench. He thought you would leave him. “Nunca”, was your reply. Nick pulled you to straddle his hips. His dark brown eyes were red-rimmed and full of emotion. “I love you so much too Nicky.” 

somewhatcarisi:

“Can I kiss you?”

Trigger Warning: gender dysphoria,, somewhat nsfw?

Word Count: 855

Request: “Can I kiss you?”, Trans!au

Pairing: Mike Dodds x Reader

He softly drug his fingers across the fading lines that crossed his chest. The straight incisions still stung when he thought about the day of his surgery. You always told him they were just a small reminder of who he is and how far he’s come since then. The sensation should ground him- but it only further disconnected his body and mind

“Hey, are you ready ye-” You stop at the doorway, caught by the sight of Mike standing in front of the mirror, in a pair of slacks and no shirt. His chest puffed out slightly and a slight frown on his face.

“Mikey?” He heard the caution in your voice and turned around to face you. A heavy silence filled the air as you waited for him to respond.

“Does it ever bother you?” The words came out quick and concentrated because he had practiced asking the question in his head before you came into the room.

Your head tilted at the question, making Mike wrap his arms in front of his chest to cover the scars. He could feel the shyness creep up his spine and shrugged his shoulders forward, tightening his grip on himself.

“Does what bother me?” You walk closer and move to softly grab at his biceps. He jumps at the contact but stays still. Mike grabs at his face with one hand and groans at the fact he’s scared to talk to you. He was quiet and doubtful when dysphoria hits him. The world slowly begins to spin and the bile rises up in his stomach.

“You know what I’m talking about.” Mike didn’t want to raise his voice above the soft murmur he had set when you walked into the room. He didn’t want to bug you with this, but the clenching of his heart and the knot in his throat tightened when he thought about his own body. It was frightening and he couldn’t help but let insecurity tumble from his lips.

He watched as you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath. A weight dropped in his gut, mistaking the inhale as a sign of frustration. You opened your eyes and set a soft smile on your face. Pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed, you settled between his legs, and took his hands into yours. The feeling of your soft hands wrapped around his, brought Mike’s heart rate down enough to appreciate the delicate hairs that frame your face.

“Michael Dodds, you are the most amazing man I have ever met. I love everything about you. You’re the love of my life and I would not have it any other way.”

His heart loosened at the words. You’ve said them so many times before but he could listen to you say it a million times over. No matter how selfish it seemed, he loved being loved by you. Still, something in his mind held him back from accepting the praise.

You felt the hesitation in his grip, and stood to softly push him back on the bed, with his feet still planted on the floor as his legs off the edge. His stomach did a flip as you crawled onto his lap and looked down at him with red cheeks, gently dragging your cold hands over his exposed skin. You cupped his face and spoke so softly he could barely hear you.

“Can I kiss you?”

All he could do was nod. You held his head in place as you placed a kiss on his lips. The kiss was all lips and love, it left Mike hazy when you pulled away.

“You are so handsome.” You whispered into his ear as you kissed across his cheek. His breath hitched at the feeling of your tongue soothing over the bruise on the sharp angle of his jaw. The kisses moved down his neck and he couldn’t help the small groan that left his throat.

“I love you.” He could feel your smile on his adam’s apple as it bobbed with anticipation. You kept an achingly slow pace, kissing across his collar bones and leaving small love bites in your wake.

Mike gripped your hips, encouraging the way you took your time going down, caressing every inch of skin you passed. When you reach the faded pink lines, skepticism made its way back to the forefront of his mind. The thought didn’t last long as you made eye contact with Mike and drug the tip of your tongue across the scar, torturously slow.

He could cry with joy. He wanted to remember the way you looked in this moment for the rest of his life. Pupils blown in pure adoration and the biggest smile on your face, looking at him like he was your world.

“I love every bit of you, Michael and I wouldn’t mind telling you that every day of my life.”

There was something about you that could erase every bit of worry he harboured. The scars still burnt his skin when he looked at them for too long, but he had you to ease the pain.

carisi-dreams:

takes place after mia is assaulted and a month or so before this

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You heard the front door shut gently and you turned over in bed and frowned a little. Sleep was still weighing you down heavily, but you roused yourself enough to listen to Sonny moving around the living room. He had gotten a call from his niece right before he was headed home, shooting you a quick text message so you didn’t wait up, and you listened to his footsteps in the otherwise quiet apartment.

When he didn’t head to the bedroom after a few minutes you shook yourself again, already drifting back into sleep, and fumbled with your phone on the nightstand to look at the time. You squinted against the brightness of the screen and sighed heavily when you saw the time. It was late, later than you had guessed, and you made yourself push away the sheets so that you could twist out of bed and find Sonny.

You bumped into the edge of the dresser, more out of fatigue than not being able to see, and you winced and grumbled under your breath. Continuing down the hall you brought a hand up to rub at your eyes, trying to force yourself into a semblance of alertness, and ran a quick hand over your hair. Sonny wouldn’t care who you looked like, but it was force of habit to want to look good for him.

When you came to the end of the hall and rounded the corner you saw him sitting stiffly in one of the kitchen chairs. It was pulled up to the table and he gripped a whiskey tumbler in a white knuckled grasp that you could see even from across the room. Everything about his posture conveyed that he was in control, no defeated slump of his shoulders in sight, but it was the look on his face that succeeded in waking you up fully.

He looked haunted and his expression flickered between remorse, anger, and guilt so quickly it was like someone was fanning the pages of a book. You made a small noise to alert him to your presence and he startled before shuttering his emotions. Making your way over to the table you drew up a chair and pulled it right alongside him so that your knees brushed his thigh.

He was still completely dressed and you reached out slowly for the necktie around his neck. When Sonny didn’t pull away you began to unknot it, loosening it and then pulling it off slowly before folding it neatly and placing it on the table to your right. Sonny was still silent and you brought up a hand to the side of his face, thumbing over his eyebrow gently as you let him think.

“I did something wrong,” Sonny finally said in a paper thin voice. His gaze was fixed on the glass in front of him and you let your hand drift up to his hairline to run your fingers through it slowly. You made a noise for him to go on and you saw his grip on the glass tighten more before he released it all together and sat back in his seat.

“Mia was raped,” he said in a heavy tone. You frowned a little. You already knew that. Sonny had told you a couple of days ago about what had happened to her, Teresa reaching out, the school’s decision, but there was something about his tone that didn’t make it seem like he was just repeating himself.

“In December,” you filled in smoothly. “That’s not your fault, Sonny. It’s not your fault Teresa just told you about it n—” you went on.

“No,” Sonny interrupted harshly and you let your mouth shut with a click. He swallowed hard and offered you a quick apologetic glance before dropping his eyes back to the table. “She…she told me she wasn’t raped then. She made it up so her roommate wouldn’t be mad at her, then it spun out of control…she didn’t know what to do. I told her—I told her,” Sonny paused to clear his throat and you focused on keeping your face neutral.

“I told her she had to make it right. She destroyed this boy’s life, you know? Kicked out of college and all that…I told her she needed to at least apologize. I—I should have thought it out clearer. I was just so mad. I dragged Lieu into this and Teresa was all but blaming me for there not being enough evidence. Of course if she had told me back when—” he cut himself off with a disgusted expression before it smoothed back out.

“I told her to apologize. So she invited him over to her dorm and tried to do that and he raped her. For real,” Sonny looked up into your eyes finally. “He raped her because I told her she had to make it right. Now no one will believe her and he’ll probably get off. I don’t know what to do. I—and I told her not to say anything. To not say the first time wasn’t rape unless she was explicitly asked. I don’t know what to do. She’s my niece and I didn’t protect her and I don’t know how to make this right.”

You scooted closer to him and grabbed his hand in your free one. For a moment it looked like he was going to shake out  of your grip, but when he didn’t you tightened your fingers.

“This isn’t your fault,” you started lowly. Sonny shook his head hard and opened his mouth, but you kept going. “This isn’t your fault, Sonny. It isn’t. There was no way for you to know he would react like that, and you were right that she needed to make it right. It’s not your fault Teresa didn’t call you when this was first going on. This is not your fault.”

Sonny didn’t look like he believed you and you searched his expression for something to grab a hold of. His bottom lip trembled a little before he clenched his jaw and looked away.

“What if it had been our daughter?” he asked harshly. You were taken aback and dropped the hand from the side of his face to his arm. “If it had been our daughter I told to apologize and she’d been raped, would you still say it wasn’t my fault? I wanted to protect her and I didn’t think clearly and I just dug the hole deeper.”

“You need sleep, Dominick,” you replied firmly and now he did pull out of your grasp.

“You agree with me,” he muttered in a sour tone and you shook your head insistently.

“No, I don’t,” you said harshly in a loud voice. It cut through the quietness abruptly and you pulled back. “No, I don’t. It wouldn’t be our daughter, because I have every reason to believe that she would tell her dad the truth,” you told him. He looked back at you with a hint of desperation and you continued.

“She’s going to trust you and know that she can come to you, no matter what. But if—if—for whatever reason she found herself in a similar position and she was assaulted, I’d never blame you. And neither would she. I’d blame the bastard who did it and then I’d do everything in my power to get him locked up.” Your tone brokered no argument and Sonny sagged back into his chair, letting his head fall into his hands.

“You mean that?” he asked in a muffled voice.

“Absolutely,” you answered firmly as you wrapped your arms around him. “But you’re going to have to kick the smoking before we have any babies,” you said lightly.

“Was Teresa. She smokes when she’s stressed,” Sonny replied with his head still in his hands.

“No reason for you to lie to me,” you told him in a neutral tone and he shuddered before pulling back and looking you in the eye as he licked his lips.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I don’t know why I lied. Guess I’m on a roll.” He gave a self deprecating shake of his head and you framed his face between your hands.

“None of that. No shame, but no secrets, either? Okay?” you asked him earnestly. He nodded and leaned forward a little and you met him halfway in a soft kiss.

“Okay. Okay. I’m sorry,” he breathed again against your mouth and you kissed him one more time before standing.

“C’mon. Let’s get you to bed. We can figure everything else out in the morning.”