#Nick Torres

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Right Place, Right Time - Nick Torres x Reader

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References to Where Evil Grew and Companion piece to Red Rag

You’re working alone in the basement when Nick finds you. It’s gone past eight pm and you’re standing in front of the large glass workspace you sometimes use as a conference table, sorting through decades old, blurry crime scene photographs. You’re trying to match them against the half assed A1 crime scene sketch that you’ve blown up for the occasion.

The case you’re working is from 92 and requires a lot more time and attention than you originally thought because of the shoddy work undertaken by the previous agents.

You’ve stayed late tonight because it’s quieter in the evenings, less interruptions. Being the Senior Field Agent means you’re a conduit of information for the younger agents trying to make their bones down here. It can be both time consuming and frustrating.

“I thought you were out on an op tonight?” You murmur, tilting the picture in your hands 45 degrees to the right in the hope that it will make more sense.

“About to head out.” He says, his palms coming to rest upon the surface of the table as he studies your process. There’s an art to what you do, how you put the pieces of a puzzle together after so long. You have an affinity for it.

“You slept with Sawyer.” He states quietly.

It takes a second for the words to filter through to your brain, your eyebrows furrow into a frown before you set the glossy image down upon the table.

“I did.” You tell him tipping your head up to meet his gaze.

“Is that all you’re going to say?” He asks you, shrugging his shoulders.

“I’m not sure what you want me to say.” You return, your hands coming to rest upon your hips. “It was over a year ago, we bumped into each other at a bar, had a few drinks…”

You don’t need to say anything else because he knows how it goes. He’s done it before, many times. His brain just can’t comprehend the fact you did it with Sawyer, that he’s only hearing about it now.

“I’m not going to apologise for a one night stand I had, before you and I were even a thing.” You inform him, your attention straying back to your work.

“I don’t expect an apology. I just…” He says tilting his head away as he struggles to find the words. “We were close back then I don’t understand …”

“Do you remember what was going on around then?” You ask him, your knuckles rapping lightly on the glass. He takes a beat, his mind scrolling back eighteen months.

“Katy.” He says softly.

“Yea.” You murmur. “It was a couple of nights after you closed her case.”

Your sister Katy had disappeared off base when you’d recieved your first posting with NCIS. She had taken after your father, heading into the service, raising through the ranks. You’d worked that case unofficially day and night and when you came up dry just like everybody else, you’d become the girl whose sister vanished into thin air. You couldn’t take the pitying looks, the sympathetic words so you’d taken the first undercover assignment that was offered to you, and then the next one, and then the next because becoming someone else was a lot easier than dealing with your reality.

That’s how the two of you met, working UC operations together. When he’d come out of deep cover, you’d been the first one he contacted. You’d gotten out a year earlier, been assigned to Violent Crimes before you made the move to Cold Cases.

Katy’s body had been found early last year along with those of three other sailors. Nick had worked the case, along with the rest of his team. He had been the one to break the news. Until then you had held out this hope, this stupid fragile hope that she’d had enough of the navy life, that she’d spirited herself away to Nashville the way she’d talked about when she was a teenager.

“She had this amazing voice,” You had told him that night, your fingertips tracing over a polaroid you kept on the fridge. “She used to sing Alison Krauss all the time.”

The news had decimated you, it felt like someone had plunged their hands into your chest and torn your heart right out. They’d caught the guy, a serial who’d been operating in the area at the time, but your sister was gone, and you had to come to terms with that.

“I needed to blow off some steam.” You tell him honestly. “With someone who wasn’t complicated.”

“We were complicated.” He says knowingly, coming to lean on the work surface beside of you.

Eighteen months ago he’d been trying to get sober, starting therapy. Gibbs had just left for Alaska, Bishop not long before. He’d experienced too much loss in such a short space of time, it had knocked him off balance.

“We were.” You agree. “I was a mess, I couldn’t…”

You trail off before finding the words, your arm brushing against his.

“I didn’t have anything left to give,” You explain before gesturing between the two of you. “And we deserved a proper shot.”

“Wrong place, wrong time.” He says, capturing your hand, his fingers entwining with yours. “I’d like to think we’re in the right one now.”

“Yea.” You say, your cheek coming to rest on his bicep. “I think so too.”

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Photos Ducky has in his office 😭❤️

[fictionalcraze]

" I may not be your father, But will always be your dad"

I have always loved this quote.. One of the reasons I love Gibbs so much is because of the kind of father figure he was to his team.. He may have lost his biological child but he found himself so many children along the years and gave them the kind of father's love they never got from their own father's... He once again found a child to love in his team and in return they found a dad.. I think this is what made ncis so special and beautiful... People choosing eachother and loveing eachother despite not being blood.. family is indeed not just DNA... Gosh.. i miss this man so much...

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Guest star Shelby Flannery sharing some BTS pics of the 1,000th ep! So happy to see Joe Spano, can't wait to have Fornell back 😍

Also, Gary Cole. Like, just-- GARY COLE. 🔥

[onlyhereforangst]

i try to be tough i try to be mean but even after all this, you're still everything to me.

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Autistic Reader + NCIS Team (Part Two)

Once again, little drabbles of a gender-neutral reader with autism interacting with the NCIS team. This one has Jack, Ducky, Tony, Tim, Kasie, and Nick.

AO3

Part One

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Jack had picked up on your routine and habits quickly. She knew what time you arrived every morning, she knew how you took your coffee, and that you had to have a specific lid on the cup or else the texture made everything taste horrible when drinking. This information came into hand pretty soon after she noticed it. You had stayed at the office with Gibbs, working through different paperwork, and Tim had tried to be nice by picking you up coffee. Unfortunately, you had worked yourself to the bone, too tired to speak up when you felt the gross paper lid on your lips. Logically, Jack knew you were most likely semi-verbal, if not nonverbal, and waited until you had left to go to the restroom to explain the preference when it came to lid texture. By the time you came back, there was a plastic lid on the coffee cup, one that didn’t make you want to spit the drink back out. You spun around the room, seeing blonde hair retreat into her office before you could even call out her name. A plastic reusable lid showed up on your desk the next week, fitting onto the cups from the nearest coffee shop that had the paper lids.

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In your early days at NCIS, you avoided the morgue, finding the smell of bleach too overwhelming. As time went on, you got attached to Ducky, facing the strong smell to talk to the doctor. You would go back and forth with random stories, Ducky having heard so many of your stories that he started telling them when they related to a case. At some point, the conversations always made it to the topic of documentaries, a shared love between the two of you. Most days there would be a suggestion on a topic or feedback on a recommendation documentary. At one point, the two of you ended up bumping into each other when checking out DVDs at the same location, deciding it would just be easier to watch them together. It became the normal thing for the two of you to get together twice a month to watch a documentary, the host deciding which one. It was a constant in your life, something you appreciated very much.

-

When Tony heard you liked a good amount of Steven Spielberg’s movies he was excited, hoping you would like some other classics, but he was wrong. You liked the Jurassic Park movies the most, the Indiana Jones and Back to the Future movies following closely but that was really it. Jaws was okay, Gremlins wasn’t really your thing, and you had a strange distaste for the Goonies, something that made Tony explode when you told him. It was even worse when you said Shrek was a piece of art. All of his other films were too emotional or just didn’t catch your eye. To put it simply, Tony was frustrated, thus, starting a tradition. Once a month you would sit down with Tony and a bowl of popcorn to watch any film he deemed a classic. It was hit and miss, some being great while others just seemed plain dumb. You did appreciate his consideration when it came to the loud noises in the movies, knowing when to turn the volume down or warning you. After multiple movies though, you felt that you needed to share too, causing a rotation to start. One month, he would choose one of his classics, the next, you would choose a sci-fi movie you liked. You didn’t notice how much you liked the silly tradition until he became an agent at sea, which stopped the movies. He would try to throw out movie suggestions but you could never sit down long enough to actually start the film, something he was amused by when he eventually came back.

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Tim had stumbled onto you and Tony bickering about movies one day, which piqued his interest. Only really doing so because the topic of the bickering was whether or not Han Solo was a douche. Tony was of the opinion that he wasn’t but you were convinced he was. Tim realized his mistake the moment he realized the topic though. Never walk into a room where two people are bickering especially if it was between you and Tony regarding films. He was immediately asked his stance, causing the conversation to end quickly when he meekly agreed with you. The topic of Star Wars wasn’t brought up again for a while, with work taking up the majority of Tim and your conversations. The topic was finally brought up again when you mentioned going home and being bored, Tim offering for you to come over and watch Star Wars with him. From there, your friendship expanded. Free time at work was spent chatting about similar nerdy stuff and scheduling movie get-togethers.

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Kasie had taken up Abby’s tradition of making apparel for new NCIS agents but also added the tradition of making yearly sweaters or caps for the team. Every winter season they were handed out, a cap going to Nick while everyone else would get a sweater. It was a cute tradition and one that you loved until she tried out a new type of yarn. It was horrible. The texture was uncomfortable and you left the sweater in the box for weeks after you got it. Kasie didn’t know until the yearly holiday get-together. Everyone had shown up wearing their gifts except you, who chose to wear the one from last year. She had frowned, only figuring out that you might’ve disliked the yarn texture then. The next week, a new sweater arrived on your desk, the same design and the old one was nowhere to be found.

-

It was common knowledge that Nick wasn’t the best with words, often panicking when people are emotional around him, so it was surprising for him to sit next to you while you sobbed your ass off. You had gotten deep into a case, becoming horribly sad when another person fell victim to the killer. Nick just sat with you, explaining he didn’t do words but if you needed company he was there. When he tried to stand your hand reached out, grasping his wrist, making him sit back down. He sat with you for an hour in silence.

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The Sounds of Justice - Master List

Warnings: canon typical violence, cursing, non-consensual drugging, descriptions of character death, mentions and descriptions of jail, car crashes, lying, manipulation, guns, yandere themes, mafia AU, mafia Rafael Barba (trust me, he needs the warning), mentions of rape (not to the reader), and unwanted advances (nothing happens to the reader).

A/N: This is my response to the mafia AU poll that I posted. It was a challenge to write it but it was worth it. Comments and reblogs are very much welcomed and I hope you enjoy the fic. Please take notice of the warnings; they are exactly the same as the warnings on this page and they will be at the top of each chapter.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

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I need this framed and hung on my wall asap

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Where it started Vs Where it's headed next

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Halloween Costumes

alden parker x reader

This is for all my southern gals, hope you like it!

“I’m sorry to ask you this last minute, but would you mind taking Victoria trick-or-treating for me this Friday?” Jimmy asked (Y/N). “Of course Jimmy! I love Victoria, she’s like the sweetest kid I’ve ever met.” (Y/N) replied. “Thanks, (Y/N), I was hoping I’d be able to finish this case in time, but with the newest body we found… it’s not looking good.” “Anytime, Jimmy. Plus, I think she’ll like my costume.” (Y/N) replied, happy she has an excuse to dress up for Halloween. “Ooh, what’s your costume? Unless it’s a surprise.” Jimmy said. “Nah, you’re good. I think I’m going as Cowgirl Barbie.” “Oh, nice. Victoria says her’s is a surprise. She won’t tell me what it is.” Jimmy replied. “I’ll take pictures for you. Do you want me to pick her up and we can get ready here at NCIS?” (Y/N) asked. “That would be awesome, thank you.” Jimmy replied, grateful for his friend. 

~time skip to Friday~

“Hey, (Y/N), got any plans for tonight?” Jessica asked. “Yeah actually, I do. I’m taking Victoria trick-or-treating for Jimmy.” (Y/N) said. “Aww, cute! Are you dressing up?” Jessica asked. (Y/N) wasn’t sure if she should tell her friend the truth, but ultimately decided to. “Yeah, I am.” “Ooh, what are you going as?” Jessica asked, taking a sip of coffee. “It’s a surprise.” (Y/N) said, not wanting to be judged for her costume. “You have no idea, do you?” Jessica asked, wanting (Y/N) to reveal her costume. “No, I do… I just don’t want to be made fun of for it.” “I’m not going to make fun of you for it. I promise.” Jessica said. “Fine, it’s Cowgirl Barbie.” (Y/N) said, waiting for the laughter to begin. “Like from the new Barbie movie? That’s cute. It's so you.” Jessica said, trying to hold back her laughter at her friend’s choice in costume. “Thanks.” (Y/N) said, relieved her friend didn’t laugh in her face like she expected. “Plus, Parker loves hearing your accent peak through. So imagine the look on his face when he sees you in it.” Jessica said, ending with a wink. 

(Y/N) did have a crush on her boss, but she didn’t think he felt the same. But after what Jessica said, she was starting to wonder if her feelings were as one-sided as she thought. ‘Does he really like my accent?’ (Y/N) thought to herself. After a few hours, (Y/N) picked up Victoria as promised and brought her to NCIS. “Hey, what’s up Victoria?” Nick said when he spotted Victoria and (Y/N) exiting the elevator. “Hi, Uncle Nick. (Y/N)’s taking me trick-or-treating tonight!” “What are you dressing up as, Victoria?” Nick asked. “It’s a surprise, Uncle Nick.” Victoria replied. “Wow, you’re not even going to tell your favorite uncle?” Nick said, feigning offense. “Come on, (Y/N), let’s get ready!” Victoria said, grabbing (Y/N)’s hand. 

(Y/N) and Victoria went down to Kasie’s lab to get ready for the night ahead of them. As they came back to the bullpen (after taking photos with Kasie for Jimmy), they heard a myriad of ‘wows’ and ‘I love it’ coming from the team. Victoria came out first, showing off her Tinkerbell costume. After about a minute, (Y/N) came out and heard almost the same thing from the team, minus the “Wow you look so pretty” from Nick. He did whistle though, making (Y/N) glad she chose that particular costume. The costume consisted of a vest, flared pants, and a matching cowboy hat, all in the same shade of Barbie pink.

Parker wasn’t there when they came out to show off their costumes, as he was asking Jimmy for an update on the case. But what he saw when he came back up the stairs, he’ll never forget. (Y/N) was sitting at her desk, feet resting on her desk, showing off her brown cowboy boots. She was pretending to talk on the phone, while Nick took a photo of her. ‘So this was the mystery costume…wow. She looks great. It's so her.’ Parker thought. He was starting to wonder why she was dressed up. Yes, it was Halloween, but people don’t dress up at NCIS very much. He didn’t have to wonder for very long, as he spotted Victoria in her costume. 

Victoria and (Y/N) took photos with the team, as promised to Jimmy. When it was time to take a picture with Parker, (Y/N) started feeling even more nervous than she was already feeling about the entire situation. Parker didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable, so he asked if he could put his hand on her waist. He wasn’t expecting her to say “Sure, Alden.” She didn’t just call him “Parker”, but “Alden”.  (Y/N) wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but she thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of his hand  on her waist. She often wondered how gentle his touch would be. Every thought and every daydream had nothing on the real thing. 

Earlier when she was getting ready with Victoria, she briefly wondered if Parker would find it adorable or weird. ‘Please be adorable.’ (Y/N) thought. Little did she know, he really liked the way she looked in that costume. He didn’t want to make it obvious, but he couldn’t tear his beautiful hazel green eyes away from the sway of her hips as she walked with Victoria to the elevator. But he forgot for a moment that he works with extremely intelligent individuals who can read human behavior like there’s no tomorrow. So him trying not to be obvious didn’t quite work out the way he wanted it to. 

“So Parker, what’d you think of (Y/N)’s costume?” Torres said, with a smirk forming on his face. Parker knew he wouldn’t stop being teased by the team, but he was okay with it because he had hope that one day (Y/N) will feel the same. Little did he know, she already did.

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I'm sorry if you guys just got hit with a ton of notifications. I just wanted to organize my pages a little more. I have new people that I want to start writing for and my original post was getting quite long.

REQUEST OPEN! for smut drabbles from this prompt list (I'm just getting my feet wet and want to practice writing smut)

RULES FOR REQUESTS!!!

Send the name, number, and full quote.

No super specific request (you telling me the entire story you want play by play- I'll just be retyping what you've already written and there is no creativity or fun in that for me or you.)

I don't do sister of, daughter of, best friend of- for characters. I know some people love it but I personally don't.

Only request people I write for.

Currently writing for (italics means new) :

SVU: Joe Velasco, Sonny Carisi, Nick Amaro & Terry Bruno

NCIS: Nick Torres

Chicago Med: Will Halstead & Conner Rhodes

Chicago PD: Antonio Dawson & Jay Halstead

Masterlist

Law & Order SVU

NCIS

Chicago Med

Chicago PD

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I don't understand how many times I have to tell you I love you, or how many languages I must say it in! ❤️

Nick has told you he loves you, however it’s always in the heat of the moment muttered against your skin, and always in Spanish. He’s an expressive lover, always passionate, dedicated to your pleasure. For him it’s about making you feel good, making sure you know how he feels.

Except you don’t because you’re terrible when it comes to languages, despite how hard you try, it’s information that you just can’t retain. Nick has attempted to teach you often but the only word you can remember is Abuela, he thinks that’s purely contextual because he talks about his own so much.

Maybe it’s a way of protecting himself, he thinks, that he doesn’t say it in English. He lays tangled up with you in bed, your face buried in the crook of his neck, your fingertips toying with the gold necklace that hangs around his throat. He has loved you for the longest time, since the two of you were undercover operatives doing dead drops on the corner of Flatbush, it shouldn’t be this hard to say it.

However, for Nick it is, because eventually the people in his life leave and Nick ends up alone, with an agony in his chest that feels so acute it kills him. It’s the reason he doesn’t do vulnerability, not even with the woman he’s been in love with for over a decade.

He’s distracted by your lips ghosting up the curve of his throat, the heat of your body against his as your hands start to wander. Already he’s stirring again underneath the sheets, he’s only just had you, but he wants you again, he wants you ruined underneath him, the sweet sound of your cries in his ear as you come for him.

He may not be able to tell you how he feels, but he’s damn well going to show you.

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Parker gets the call of Ducky's death (21x01)

[fictionalcraze]

Gibbs hugs are the best🥺Gosh I really miss the man so much ...

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I blame @mandy426 for this one 🤭 short and sweet, I hope? Lmk ❤️

warnings: smut without plot, age gap (not specified), unprotected piv, sex against some shelves, busted during sex, dramatic!Nick

Storage Room ~ Alden Parker

"Oh, fuck princess," Alden growled in your ears, thrusting in and out of your pussy, your back against his chest. One of his hands was holding onto your hip, probably leaving bruises while the other was wrapped around your throat and squeezing just slightly. "So warm and tight for me." He nipped your earlobe, earning a loud moan from you. "Shh, baby. You don't want somebody to hear you, right?"

Your nails were digging tiny holes on the shelves, and you bit your bottom lip so hard to keep quiet. But Alden was driving you crazy. This man has ruined every other man for you from the first time he fucked you, and the quality just keeps getting better every time he's inside you, touching you, kissing you.

"Alden, shit! Don't stop!" You whispered-screamed, moving your hips to meet his thrusts.

"Never." He left sloppy kisses on your neck, his hand moving to your front so he could rub your throbbing clit. You squealed, uncontrollably cleanching your inner walls. "Oh my--fuck, baby! You're gonna make me cum if you do this again."

Alden gave a rough thrust, stopped moving as he was buried deep inside you. He's probably never been this deep before. Another sound left your lips, half from pleasure and half from pain, but wonderful pain. "No one's ever taken me this good. You were made for me, sweet girl."

Your chest was pressed against the shelves, but you tilted your head back, resting it on his shoulder. He started to move his hips again, but gentler, as he grabbed your face and brought your lips to his. The kiss was dirty and sloppy, you could taste his favorite tea flavor and it got you even more hot and bothered. You were overwhelmed by him, his taste, his scent, and his fat cock pumping in and out of you.

"I missed you so much," you whispered, locking eyes with him for a second. You instantly blushed and looked away, remembering that it's just supposed to be casual.

"Missed you more." He smiled and you returned it right before he kissed you again. Alden started to move faster again, holding you as tight as humanly possible.

You thought you heard a noise, like someone was there and stiffed immediately. "Baby? You okay?"

"Did you hear that?"

"Your sweet noises? How wet your pussy is? Sure can hear it."

Your fear of being busted disappeared just as fast as it arrived. One of your hands reached out behind, grabbing Alden's hair. "I'm so close. Can I cum inside you?"

"Fuck yeah, please! Fill me up, handsome."

This time, both you and Alden heard the box hitting the floor, and all the files scattering. You looked at where the noise came from and saw Kasie standing there frozen. No one had time to react before a voice was heard. "Kas, you alright?" And all of a sudden, Nick appeared too. He noticed the box first before looking up to see you and Alden hurrying to dress back up. Torres immediately turned around and covered Kasie's eyes - who was still frozen in place.

"Ouch!" She shouted cause Nick's gesture was too sudden to be gentle.

"Yes, ouch indeed! I'm fucking traumatized." He whined.

"Fucking? Seriously?" Kasie said.

You and Alden looked at each other to make sure you were presentable. He struggled to fix his pants as his cock wasn't completely soft yet. The embarrassment was something, but having to stop just when you were both on the verge of orgasms was extremely uncomfortable. "We're dressed." Alden told them.

"Yeah, um, doesn't matter. I don't think I can look at either of you anymore." Nick said, his back still turned. Kasie pulled his hand away but instead of looking at you or Alden, she got down to grab all the papers around the floor. Alden kissed your cheek quietly before helping Kas. "Guys, come on. Let's not make this a big deal." He said.

You walked over to Nick, and touched his shoulders. He jerked off and took a few steps forward. "Don't touch me!"

"You're being dramatic, Nicholas." You rolled your eyes. Yes, you were embarrassed that your friends saw you getting fucked against some shelves by the boss, but they were that; your friends. The people you love and trust the most in this world.

"I-- it's -- it's like --"

"Like what?"

He took a few steps closer this time and whispered, "Like you're fucking dad."

"I don't know if I should laugh and be outraged."

"You do call me daddy sometimes." Alden chimed in. The face of pure disgust on Nick made you laugh uncontrollably. You covered your mouth instantly, and your friend, the guy you love like your brother started to walk over the elevator.

"Nicholas, come back!"

"Gonna throw up and definitely not coming back." He shouted.

Alden and Kasie had gathered all the papers and put them on the nearby table. You approached your fav girl, and tried to hug her from behind. "We good, Kas?"

"I guess, but please shower before you hug me." She looked at Alden. "You too."

Alden laughed. "I like having her smell on me."

"Torres, wait for moi!" She rushed to the elevator.

You got closer to Alden, who welcomed you in his arms. "Now what?" You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"We come clean to everyone." He softly kissed you.

"Yeah, but-- aren't we supposed to be--you know, casual?"

"I'll only offer you casual so you wouldn't be stuck with an old man." He pressed your forehead against yours.

"You're not an old man," you kissed his nose, "You're my old man."

[onlyhereforangst]

heartbreak is the national anthem we sing it proudly