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brightmoontrigon · 1 year
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feathered friends who will follow you to the world's end
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miskiart · 7 months
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"which house gave out the teeth?" (it's mine, I did)
spoopyfest 2023 collab design by @1000deaddraculas and me!
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havocpioneer · 5 months
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kryptonitejelly · 7 months
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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.
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loquacioustarragon · 5 months
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hellosunnycore · 7 months
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💙✨
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mimusbirds · 1 year
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also from last nights creature art party, may have gone a little overboard with the chiliad cama because anything amaro or amaro-adjacent deserves the world.
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bullet-prooflove · 9 months
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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!
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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.”
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nagunkgunk · 1 year
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staygolden-ponyboy · 2 months
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mosthuggableffxiv · 7 months
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Final Rematch XIV-2: Ryne Waters vs Seto
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"Holy shit Ryne has been through it. Ran'jit was happy to keep her locked away in the depths of Eulmore, all but alone so she couldn't be 'corrupted', because he was so traumatised by losing previous Minfillias he genuinely thought this was the better option. He never explained any of this to her, and from what we see in game when he DID interact with her he did a damn fine job of utterly traumatising her. For years. As a child. And then Thancred rescued her, and he promptly got into his own messy headspace and basically treated her as 'placeholder for My Minfillia' for literal years. And she's still so very kind and warm and sweet even as she tries to deal with her terrible feelings of inadequacy and imposter syndrome. SHE DESERVES ALL THE HUGS, LET ME HUG HER IMMEDIATELY."
"think of your beloved pet. Now imagine you haven't been able to see your beloved pet for a hundred years, and in that time, your pet grew. They grew, and grew, and heard the terrible things people said about you, and even gained the ability to speak to finally tell you "I love you as much as you love me" - but you're no longer there. You never will be. And all they can think is, "if only I was able to speak sooner. I could have stood by your side to the end. I could have told you that I cared about you when it mattered." And even a hundred years later, to them, you are still their beloved partner in crime.
NOW LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME SETO DOESN'T DESERVE A HUG."
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doyouknowlahee · 2 years
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True glam story.
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miskiart · 7 months
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Necromaro: SPOOKY KNIT EDITION!!
snag if this if you need it, theyre up for preorder and will likely only get made this one time
design by me and @1000deaddraculas !
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vogelspinne · 1 year
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acocktailmoment · 6 months
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Salted Amaro Espresso Martini !
Ingredients:
Makes 1
1½ oz. coffee liqueur (preferably Mr Black)
1 oz. espresso, cooled
1 oz. vodka
½ oz. Amaro Nonino
¼ oz. Grand Marnier
1 pinch (scant ⅛ tsp.) Diamond Crystal kosher salt
Orange twist (for serving)
Combine 1½ oz. coffee liqueur, 1 oz. espresso, cooled, 1 oz. vodka, ½ oz. Amaro Nonino, ¼ oz. Grand Marnier, and 1 pinch (scant ⅛ tsp.) Diamond Crystal kosher salt in a cocktail shaker. Fill with ice and shake until well chilled, about 10 seconds. Strain into a chilled cocktail glass. Garnish with an orange twist.
Courtesy: Roger Kamholz
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cocktailcatalog · 8 months
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Waterproof Watch
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