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Unspoken Bonds (Olivia Benson X Friend! Reader, Rafael Barba X Reader)
Request: Hello, there! I would like to request an Olivia Benson x Friend!Reader were reader and some friends in the alley near Olivia's apartment building. One day, after a fight with her boyfriend, reader is drinking beer in the spot she usually hangs out at, and Olivia talks her into going back into the apartment. They talk, and Olivia cooks her dinner. Olivia asks reader to join her some other time.
A/N: This request has been tweaked with the boyfriend but not boyfriend just someone the reader has been crushing on being Barba and the fight being him leaving the squad after his trial! I hope you like it so sorry it took so long!
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The air in the alley was usually welcoming. The hushed whispers, the laughter.
Today it seemed quiet. Tense.
You walked, a frown on you face as you rushed into the bar. You were not by any means a drinker, but you always came with the squad to drink after a case.
You sighed. There was no one here today and you needed a drink.
Or two or three.
Earlier in the day, a heated argument had erupted between you and Rafael. He was found not guilty and yet instead of celebrating you found yourself even more upset.
He wanted to leave. Leave the DA's office. Leave the squad.
Leave you.
It angered you how you had supported him from the moment he pulled the plug and it had all been for nothing. The weight of the disagreement lingered heavily in the air as you found yourself drowning another drink.
You loved him.
Not that he knew, of course. To him, you were just a friend. Just a really good friend he would call every morning, text every night, laugh with, go on vacations with.
Just a friend.
The whole squad knew you had feeling for him beyond a silly crush. You hadn't wanted to tell him. You were certain he didn't have the same feelings for you. If he did he would have already made a move by now. It had been years since you had met. So many coffee meet-up, trial victory dinners and late night movies.
You scowled as you asked the bartender for another one, not noticing someone eyeing you from across the bar.
Olivia, ever perceptive, noticed the turmoil in your eyes when you walked into the bar. She decided to give you some space but kept a watchful eye. As the night wore on and the three drink became six it became apparent that you weren't going to bounce back from this one easily. Olivia knew how much you cared for Barba. She knew the how upset you were. From the moment you had come back from the courthouse and left with you jacket without saying a word, Olivia knew something was wrong. A call from Rafael confirmed her suspicions. Lots of things were said, lots of unpleasant ones and Olivia listened as he pleaded her to check up on you.
Which led to her quietly approaching you.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked, her tone a careful mix of concern and warmth.
You looked up, offering a small, sad smile. "Hey, Liv. Yeah, sure."
The two of you settled into a quiet corner, away from the prying eyes and the buzzing conversations. Olivia, familiar with the unsaid language of pain, waited for you to open up.
"He wants to leave, Liv," you finally spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. "After everything that happened with the trial, he just wants to start fresh. I can't wrap my head around it, Liv. We fought, and I don't know what to do."
Olivia's eyes softened, understanding the weight of your words. "He's worried about you, you know?"
You rolled your eyes. "Of course he is," you said, sarcasm lacing your voice.
"Why haven't you told him?"
Your eyes went wide as you looked up. "Liv I can't."
"Why not?" Came the careful pry.
You felt something wet on your cheek and you touched it, realizing you were crying.
You were immediately engulfed by a caring warmth. Olivia held you, as the tears continued to flow freely down your face.
"Let's get out of here," she whispered into your ear as she called over the bartender to pay your tab
You nodded as you pulled away, as you tried to wipe your tears away. "No Liv let me pay-"
"No, I think you've gone through enough today." As she glanced down at the receipt she looked over at you and couldn't help but laugh as she passed you the bill.
You looked at it.
Holy shit. 200 bucks.
"Still want to pay?" She asked with a grin and you cracked, giggling as you shook your head.
Olivia finished paying and you tried to get up but immediately felt the weight of the drink your had.
This is why I don't get drunk.
Olivia helped you towards her car, laughing the whole way as you tried to walk in a straight line.
After a five minute struggle you managed to get into her car.
"Is it okay if we go to my place?" Olivia asked.
Feeling a sense of comfort in her offer, you agreed, allowing Olivia to guide you back to her apartment.
Inside, the apartment felt like a sanctuary. She made sure you were comfortable, offering a safe space for you to unload the burden you had been carrying.
"So why haven't you told him?"
You sighed and let out a deep breath. "I don't know Liv. He probably doesn't even feel the same way. We've been friends for years and he's never show any interest beyond our friendship."
Olivia nodded, the conversation beginning to sound awfully familiar. "You won't know unless you tell him. Would you really just let him leave without telling him?"
"I-I-I don't know. Maybe?" You tried, stuttering.
Olivia raised her eyebrows. "Seriously?"
You threw your hands up in defeat. "Liv come oooon! That's not fair."
Olivia shook her head, "It's not fair to either of you."
You were quiet.
After a while, sensing the need for a change of tone, Olivia suggested, "How about I cook us some dinner? A little distraction might do us good."
You managed a weak smile, appreciating the effort to get your mind off it.
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As Olivia moved around the kitchen, getting everything on the stove, she felt her phone vibrate.
A text message.
'Is she okay?'- Rafa
Olivia wiped you hand on a towel as she peaked her head and saw you had picked a book off herself and had begun to read it. She sighed before texting Rafael back.
'Yes but you need to tell her!'
A minute passed before a reply came.
'I will.'- Rafa
She smiled as she looked up at you form on the couch, engrossed in the book, before getting back to dinner.
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As the smell of food filled your nose you began to lose interest in the book you had grabbed from Liv's bookshelf. You stood up and placed it back in its spot before walking to the window, looking out at the city below.
You sighed, rubbing your eyes. You knew you had acted childishly. You knew going to the bar wouldn't and hadn't solved any of your problems.
You knew you had to tell him.
You checked your phone, having putting it on silence after storming out of Rafael's office.
70 new text messages and 20 missed calls.
A new text appeared before you could open the others.
'I'm sorry for today. I hurt you and I need to see you. Let me make this right. Please let me see you.'- Raf <3
Your heart skipped a beat but before you could text back Olivia called out, "Dinner's ready."
As you sat down to eat, the taste of Olivia's homemade dinner mingled with the shared silence made you anxious. She glanced up as your leg bounced erratically under the table.
"Are you ok-"
"He asked to see me!" You blurted out.
Olivia tried to hide her smile as she nodded. "And?"
"I'm going to tell him." You said with determination.
Olivia took a drink from her wine. "That's great. I'm glad."
You smiled as you texted Rafael back as Olivia took another bite from her food, trying to keep her composure as she felt her phone go off.
'Thank you Liv. I owe you a million.'- Rafa
Olivia looked up grinning and you grinned back.
"See my food makes everything better!" She joked.
You laughed. "Thank you Liv. Honestly you're such a good friend."
"It's what I do," She said with a smile as she began to think how she would tell the squad tomorrow.
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Taglist: @wittysunflower, @rocknroll900
Sorry this request took forever. The writing slump was quite real. I hope you all liked it and please leave comments and thoughts as well as requests!! Love you all!
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The Taste of Revenge (2)
Warnings: canon typical violence, mentions of non-consensual drugging, descriptions of character death, mentions and descriptions of jail, car crashes, descriptions of drowning, lying, manipulation, guns, yandere themes, cursing, mafia AU, mafia Rafael Barba (trust me, he needs the warning), spoilers for Hannibal, references to Leverage, past Frederick Chilton/Rafael Barba, NSFW moments and angst.
Chapter 2
The enormity of what you had done struck you when you closed your front door behind you and stared blankly at your dining room. Weeks ago, you had returned from an undercover mission and sat here with your team, eating food, and chatting happily with no inkling of what was going to unfold. Now the space seemed far too empty and the irrational feeling of isolation was creeping through your body.
“There is no reason that I should be feeling isolated. My team are a phone call away and while we are loyal to each other, if they disagreed with my choice to resign, they would have remained sitting in the conference room. None of us are blinded by our loyalty to each other. I wasn’t the only member of the NCIS team that was impacted by Sterling and Chilton’s actions.”
Feeling slightly better, you cast your gaze around the house and wondered what you could do with your newfound freedom. Just as you were trying to decide between baking a Dutch apple cake or baking a Boterkoek or collapsing on your lounge and channel surfing, your phone vibrated and began to ring.
You fished your phone out of your pocket and examined the display. The number on your screen was unfamiliar. Your thumb hovered over the reject call button but then you noticed that the call was coming from Manhattan and hoping that it was someone from the SVU squad, you took a chance and pressed the accept call button.
“How is my favourite NCIS agent?” You were startled when the voice of Sonny Carisi sounded from the speaker of your phone.
“It’s good to hear your voice, Sonny.” You sighed, making your way over to your couch and kicking off your shoes before sitting on one of the cushions with a content exhale.
“You don’t sound particularly happy to hear my voice. Did you have a rough day? Am I interrupting?”
You shook your head and then remembered that he couldn’t see you, “Something like that. Interpol came sniffing around because I forwarded the information about our joint case to them and not only did Jim Sterling’s team turn up at our base but Sterling decided in his infinite wisdom to source a specialist from Baltimore, Doctor Frederick Chilton, and he recommended that my team be demoted to probationary agents. Ziva observed that we would regain our status as full NCIS agents quickly if we cooperated with Sterling’s team. In the sense that we followed their orders and their lead while they conducted an investigation in D.C.”
There was a loud crash as if a heavy object had been knocked off a surface and onto the hard floor. “I hope you told Sterling what he could do with his offer.” Sonny stated bitingly.
“I did and it wasn’t just me. My whole team resigned and then Sterling tried to detain us for ‘obstructing his investigation.’”
“Tried to detain you?” Sonny echoed indignantly. His accent grew thicker as he spoke.
“It didn’t work.” You reassured him, “I pointed out several flaws in his argument and he had no choice but to let us leave the base. Tony locked him, his agents and Chilton in the room and pocketed the key to the room.”
Sonny barked out a laugh, “I shouldn’t enjoy that as much as I do.”
“Don’t worry too much about it. You’re not the only one who found it amusing. Tim locked down the network and Abby took her machines offline. Since Ducky and Palmer quit too, Sterling has no ME team.”
“Remind me to never make any members of your team angry.”
You hummed, “I have no doubt that your team would be as efficient and brutal if they were placed in the same situation.”
“On that note, is it alright if I put you on speaker so you can fill the squad in?”
“Sure. Forewarned is forearmed.”
“Exactly my thoughts.”
There was a quiet thud and then Sonny’s voice rang out, calling Fin, Oliva, Amanda, and someone called Kat over to his desk. A click sounded on the line and then you heard Sonny’s voice again, “You’re on speaker (Name).”
“Thanks Sonny. How are you all? How’s Manhattan?”
“We’ve just finished a case.” Olivia replied and you could hear the exhaustion in her voice. Underneath that though, there was relief at hearing your voice and a longing to be somewhere else. Having been through some challenging cases of your own, you resolved to sum up the day’s events as quickly as possible so the squad could leave and have some rest.
“Hi, I’m Kat! You can’t see me but I’m waving at the phone.” You liked her enthusiasm immediately; she reminded you a little of Abby and how Bishop had acted when she was first introduced to the team.
“It’s nice to meet you Kat. Although I wish I had better news to share with you all.”
You repeated what you had told Sonny and you were very grateful that the SVU squad didn’t interrupt you as you were talking. Perhaps they understood that you weren’t particularly keen on repeating yourself again since you had explained this all to Sonny. Or maybe they had been in similar or worse situations before and knew that it was better to get the information out as quickly as possible.
“That’s the downside to this job.” Fin said sagely when it was clear that you had finished your recount. “Too many people who think they know more about the job than we do. Politicians tend to be the most vocal about our shortcomings when they think that it’ll benefit them.”
“I wish I could disagree with you.” Kat spoke. “This Doctor Chilton seems to be just as bad as Sterling. I wonder how well they would’ve done if they were tasked with solving the joint case. Maybe we should look into creating a simulator that we direct them into if another situation like this arises.”
“I would pay to see that, Kat.” You replied before bracing yourself to reveal a piece of information that you had forgotten to tell Sonny when you were summing up the day’s events. “There’s one other thing. I’m pretty sure Sterling did it on purpose. Knowing him, I wouldn’t be too surprised but I thought there was a shred of human decency in him. I guess I was wrong.”
“Why are you stalling?” Olivia asked softly.
You closed your eyes, “Doctor Chilton looks uncannily similar to Barba. He sounds like him and they have similar mannerisms. The only differences are that the doctor has a beard, walks with a cane and dresses differently.”
There was complete silence on the other side of the phone. The silence stretched on for so long that you began to wonder if there was anyone on the other side of the phone.
“There’s absolutely no way that was an accident!” Amanda exploded, “Especially since you forwarded all the information to Interpol. My heart goes out to y’all over there. This Sterling sounds more annoying than a box full of mosquitos at a fifth Sunday potluck!”
While you were unfamiliar with the last bit of vocabulary that Amanda used, you could decipher the tone behind her words and you laughed bitterly.
“Sterling isn’t someone I would choose to work with. We’ve dealt with him and his team in the past and we nearly had a bad situation become much worse because of his and his team’s egos.”
“Thank you for the warning. We’ll keep our eyes open.”
“I hope we’ve taken enough wind out of his sails and he doesn’t bother your squad, Olivia. Take care.”
“You too.”
The line disconnected and you stared at your phone for a few minutes before putting it down on the table next to the couch and laying down on the lounge. It became increasingly hard to keep your eyes open and eventually your eyes drifted closed.
“I’m just going to close my eyes for a few hours.” You promised yourself before you fell asleep.
On the other side of the door of a particularly dingy motel room on the I495, just out of Washington D.C., Rafael Barba mulled over the information that he had overheard on the phone call between you, Sonny and the SVU squad. It had been a costly favour to install the phone tap on the SVU phones for outgoing calls and lately, Rafael had been pondering the usefulness of his idea as he had overheard nothing of any real importance.
That was until today.
“Your boss is a persistent one I’ll give him that,” Rafael directed his words to the other occupant of the room. The other person gave no response as the mafia boss directed his attention to him and stared back at the mafia boss with a blank expression. On the inside, he was panicking. He didn’t know how Barba had discovered that he was an ex-Interpol agent turned informant and had infiltrated Barba’s ranks. What he did know was that the situation he was in was deteriorating rapidly and if he had any hope of surviving this, he had to think of something very quickly.
“I was more than content to keep my head down.” Barba continued levelly, “I had several plans on how I could approach (Name) again and win back her trust. But then, your boss forced my hand.”
“It wasn’t just him though!” The ex-agent burst out, “You heard (Name) as clearly as I did! She said twice that the other man, Doctor Chilton, is just as much to blame for her and her team resigning.”
“Frederick has a role to play.” Barba stated dispassionately as he adjusted his gloves and reached into his coat pocket. “He might have been able to predict how (Name) and her team would have acted but Sterling has worked with them in the past. He knows that team and therefore, he would have known how they would react. He didn’t care.”
With a quick move, Rafael withdrew a gun from his pocket and pressed it to the ex-agent’s head. The other man’s eyes widened with terror as the mafia boss cocked the hammer.
“What’s that old saying?” The former ADA questioned rhetorically. The informant felt his heart thumping frantically against his ribcage with every beat as he realised that there was no possible way that he would be getting out of this alive.
“In for a penny, in for a pound.”
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Better Together
Pairing: Rafael Barba x reader
Summary: Barba acts like he hates you because it's the only way he can keep his cool in your presence. Things come to a head and you call him out on it...
Warnings: cursing, Rafael is a bit of a dick at first. Use of nicknames (baby, cariño, querida, etc.). SMUT, oral (M and F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V)
A/N: Spanish translations in brackets/italics after each sentence.
cariño/querida: sweetheart/dear/darling/baby/etc.
por favor: please
qué: what
hermosa: beautiful/gorgeous
"Right...and what makes you qualified to make that determination?"
You glared at him. "Eight years of education and ten years of practice."
"Fine, but how long did you actually talk to him?" he countered.
"Four hours."
"So now you're an expert in his mental health?"
You groaned. "He belongs in a psychiatric facility, Barba. Not a prison."
"I disagree. He raped and murdered five women."
"I'm not defending his actions, but I'm telling you he's incapable of understanding the consequences of his actions."
"She's right, counselor," Olivia Benson cut in. "I got the same feeling she did when I first talked to him."
Rafael Barba let out an annoyed huff. "Fine. What do you propose?"
"Offer him a deal," she suggested. "Send him where he can get the help he needs."
Barba nodded, expression still slightly annoyed. "Fine." With that, he walked out of the precinct, presumably to go write up a deal.
As soon as he was out of ear shot, you turned to your friend and colleague. "He argues with me for ten minutes straight, but you tell him the same damn thing and he immediately agrees?"
Olivia shrugged. "You know how he is."
"Pompous, arrogant, rude, and downright insulting?"
She laughed. "All of the above, but he's also a pretty damn good ADA."
You sighed. "I would absolutely love to disagree with you, but you're not wrong. Part of me hates that he's so good at his job. And I hate his smug face and his attitude and those damn three piece suits he looks so goddamn good in," you finished your ramble with a groan.
"Maybe if you told him you thought he was hot, he'd be nicer to you," Olivia said with a wink.
"I hate you."
She laughed. "No you don't."
"Fine, I don't, but I will do no such thing. He quite clearly despises me."
"Does he?"
"Does who what?" Nick Amaro asked as he entered the squad room.
"Does Barba hate (Y/N)?" Olivia asked.
Nick chuckled. "Without a doubt."
"See?!" you said smugly.
Olivia rolled her eyes. "One of these days you're going to have to talk to him. Tell him off for being such an ass to you all the time."
"Now that I agree with," Nick cut in.
"If he pushes the right buttons, I will."
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Little did you know that two days later, Barba would push the exact right button.
Olivia, Nick, Amanda, Fin, and yourself were gathered in the squad room discussing your latest case. You had two dead girls in two days and 1PP was already breathing down your necks.
You were going over the profile with the team when Barba walked in. "I know it sounds crazy, guys, but I believe the perp is a girl...probably the same age as the victims."
"Why?" Fin asked.
As you started to explain your reasoning, to include the lack of sexual assault, the relationship between the two girls, and the anger clearly present in the attacks, Barba cut you off with a harsh laugh.
"You think a 10 year old girl is capable of inflicting that kind of trauma?" he interjected. "There's no way."
You took a deep breath in through your nose and exhaled from your mouth before responding. You needed those ten seconds to calm yourself so you didn't murder him. "Were you ever a 10 year old girl?"
He raised his eyebrows. "Obviously not."
"Are you a forensic psychologist?"
"Again, no."
"Have you been working violent sex crimes for 10 years?"
"No..."
"Then be quiet and listen," you finished harshly.
You'd never snapped at him quite so intensely before and he was taken aback. He was also very aware that he may have taken it a little too far this time. He'd made it a point to keep you at arm's length (or farther) for the past 6 months, and he was belatedly realizing he may have been too cruel.
You finished your profile, answering the questions posed by the rest of the squad, before everyone went about their assigned duties.
Barba announced he was going back to his office to update the DA and you were thankful to be rid of him.
"Maybe you were right, (Y/N)," Olivia said softly. "He either hates you or he hates shrinks."
"Likely both."
"I'm proud of you for clapping back," Amanda said warmly. "Someone's gotta put that guy in his place every once in a while."
You smiled mirthlessly. "Once this case is over, I may have more to say to him, but for now, let's focus on finding the person who killed those girls."
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Three days later and you had your suspect in custody. You'd been right in your assessment of the perp...it turned out to be a 10 year old girl who had been relentlessly teased and bullied by the two victims for an entire year. The girl finally snapped and killed them both in a blind rage.
After hearing all of the terrible things that had been done to her, you felt sorry for the girl. You understood why she'd killed those girls, even if you didn't condone it.
"Hey, (Y/N/N)," Fin called. "We're going out for drinks. My treat."
"I think I'll take a rain check guys...I've got something I need to do."
"Awww no fun," Amanda teased.
Olivia gave you a look, but you smiled at her reassuringly. She took it to mean you were okay, so she followed the others out.
You'd decided to pay a very special visit to a certain ADA...
You arrived at his office 20 minutes later, and you belatedly realized you probably should have checked to see if he was even there still. It was already after 6pm, but you hoped since he was a workaholic, he would be unaware of the late hour.
When you reached his office door, you found yourself taking a deep breath. You started to question yourself and whether this was a good idea, but then you thought about the way he'd been treating you and you got a burst of courage.
You knocked on his door and waited. You heard a slightly annoyed "Come in", so you opened the door and stepped into his office.
Barba looked up from the paperwork he was buried in, a look of surprise ghosting over his face. "Dr. (Y/L/N)...to what do I owe the pleasure?"
You shut the door behind you and took a step towards his desk. "Do you have a problem with me?"
"Excuse me?" he asked in surprise.
"Do you have a problem with me, specifically, or is it psychologists in general?"
"I don't have a problem with psychologists."
"So it's me, got it. Do you mind telling me what the hell I did to you?"
He had the grace to look sheepish. "You didn't do anything to me."
"Then why do you treat me like I'm some sort of imbecile?"
"I...I never intended to make you feel that way," he said honestly.
"Really? How did you intend to make me feel? You belittle me, insult my abilities and my intelligence, you're unnecessarily rude to me in front of my colleagues..." you trailed off.
He rose from his seat and came around the front of his desk. His expression was unreadable, but his shoulders had slumped slightly. If you didn't know better, you'd think he actually felt bad for the way he'd been treating you.
"You're right," he admitted. "I have treated you entirely unfairly."
It was your turn to look surprised. Out of all the things you'd expected him to say, an admission of guilt was certainly not one of them.
"I don't want you to think, for even a moment, that I don't think you're brilliant. You are the sharpest woman I have ever had the pleasure of meeting and you're downright phenomenal at your job."
You opened your mouth and closed it a few times before you could formulate a coherent response. "How in the hell was I supposed to know that?"
He blushed and cast his gaze to the floor. "I suppose there was no way for you to know, given the way I've treated you."
"Why, then?" you asked softly.
He sighed deeply and ran his hand over his face. "It's--complicated."
"Enlighten me, Barba. I've got time."
His green eyes raised back up to meet yours and you found yourself nearly breathless--and not for the first time. His eyes were beautiful, typically sparkling with whit and mischief; but in this moment, they shone with emotions so complex you couldn't begin to comprehend them.
"I never intended to be cruel to you, only distant. But I found that being aloof wasn't enough to keep you at bay--I needed something stronger. So...I started treating you as if I hated you. It was just easier, and perhaps safer."
"Safer?"
He nodded, but neglected to clarify. "Keeping you out of my life has become a necessity, Dr. (Y/L/N)."
His formality annoyed you, but you didn't comment on it. "Then why didn't you just tell me you didn't like me?"
He groaned and turned back to his desk to pour himself a glass of scotch. "Because it's not true, and I'm many things, but a liar isn't one of them."
"Okay, but you want nothing to do with me?"
"Exactly."
"You do understand how contradictory that sounds, correct?"
He took a long drink from his glass and leaned back against his desk. "It sounds moronic, yes, I am aware."
You debated your next words with care. You knew if you said what was on your mind, you might regret it, but you also knew if you didn't say it, you would regret it.
"When I met you, I was instantly intrigued by you," you began. "It was obvious you were highly intelligent, but you were also funny, charming, and impeccably well-dressed. It's a rare combination."
You crossed your arms and sighed. "At first, you were friendly and I quite liked you, but things between us turned icy in an instant. I didn't understand it then and I don't understand it now, but what I can tell you is it hurt me. It hurt me deeply, Barba, and it still does."
If he'd felt like an ass before, he felt 1,000 times worse now. "I never intended to hurt you," he said quietly. "You're a kind and loving soul...and you don't deserve to be treated the way I've been treating you."
"You're right," you whispered. "I don't."
He winced slightly and downed the rest of his scotch. "I am truly sorry, (Y/N). More than you'll ever know."
His use of your first name was not lost on you. You could count on one hand the number of times he'd said it and you'd reacted the same way each time. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment, your breath caught, and your heart began to speed up.
Rafael had never noticed before...had never really paid attention to you the very few times he'd said your name, but he saw your reaction this time. For the first time since he'd met you, he began to wonder if you shared his feelings...
You quickly recovered yourself--praying he hadn't noticed. "I appreciate your apology." Your voice was slightly off pitch and you wanted to kick yourself for letting any emotion show.
"May I ask you something?" he said suddenly.
You nodded, not trusting your voice in the moment.
"You said what you thought of me when we first met--what do you think of me now?"
"Do you really want to know?"
He nodded.
You swallowed thickly. "Everything I said is true. You're a brilliant man and an even better lawyer...and you can be funny and charming, when you want to be. But that's not the Rafael Barba I get. I get the one reserved for the criminals and defense attorneys you dislike. The ones that make your skin crawl. You're pompous, arrogant, and cruel."
He closed his eyes tightly. Hearing you say what you really thought of him was much more painful than he'd anticipated.
"But I don't believe that's who you really are," you said so softly he almost didn't hear.
He looked back up at you in surprise.
"I think it's a facade you put up--a mask you wear to hide behind."
"What makes you think that?"
"Call it intuition, or perhaps training," you said with a shrug. "Either way, I am certain you really are the man I met in the beginning--not the man you've been the past several months."
"How could you have that much faith in me? After the way I've treated you..."
"Perhaps it's foolish...or maybe I just want it to be true."
He stared at you with a strange look on his face. It was as if he was trying to decide if you were playing him or being sincere. His expression slowly morphed as he realized you'd meant every word you'd said.
"May I be honest with you?" he asked.
"I want nothing less."
"Truthfully, I'm terrified of you. Absolutely, 100%, completely terrified."
Your jaw dropped slightly. Once again, he’d caught you off guard.
"You got under my skin the moment I met you and I haven't been able to get rid of you since. I've never felt like this--like I can't control my own actions or my emotions--and it's petrifying. I thought pushing you away would change how I felt, but it only intensified it. I think that's why I became crueler over time--I was angry at myself and angry with you for making me feel this way. It's not fair to you, I know, but it's the truth."
You were once again shocked to the core. You almost couldn't believe what you were hearing...if you weren't so good at reading people, you'd be convinced he was lying, but as it stood, you knew it was the raw, painful truth.
"You can't control everything, you know," you said quietly.
He laughed harshly. "God, how I wish I could."
"What are you so afraid of?"
He took a moment to answer, but once he did, the words poured out of him. "I'm afraid the way I feel about you will ruin both of our careers. I'm afraid that once you see the man behind the mask, you'll run and leave me broken. I'm afraid that we'll fall apart...that we won't stand the test of time. I'm afraid of falling so deeply in love with you that I lose myself completely. But most of all, I'm afraid that I've already screwed this up beyond repair."
For all your education and all the eloquent words you've learned in your lifetime, you found yourself stunned into complete and utter silence. No words came to mind, no coherent thoughts emerged. You stared at him and he stared at you, as the silence dragged on.
After what had to be an eternity, Rafael spoke again. "Please say something. Anything. Tell me you hate me. Tell me you never want to see my face again. Tell me you'd rather jump off a building than be with me--"
"Stop!" The intensity of your demand silenced him. "Just stop talking…I…I can't find the words I want to say, but I do know one thing: I'm not afraid."
Out of all the things you could have said, all the beautiful sentences you could have strung together, those three words were the perfect response. Fueled with sudden courage, Rafael crossed the space between the two of you in three long strides, coming to a stop a few inches from you.
With a shaking hand, he gently stroked your cheek. "May I?" he asked quietly.
Your pretty (y/e/c) eyes met his and you softly begged, "Please."
He leaned into you, lips pressing against yours with soft insistence. The kiss ignited something within you--a desire so deep and powerful it almost frightened you. You grabbed ahold of his suspenders and tugged his body closer to yours as you deepened the kiss.
Rafael moaned softly against your lips, tongue pressing forward, requesting access. You obliged, lips parting to allow him entry. His hands traveled down your soft curves until they landed on your hips. He used his gentle strength to pull you flush against him, his own body backed up against his desk to support him.
You could feel his need for you in his kiss, in his touch...and in his pants. His growing erection was pressed against you, so close to where you wanted him, yet so far away.
Rafael broke the kiss for a moment. "Carmen left for the day."
"Mhmm," you hummed in response.
"But I don't want our first time together to be on the couch in my office."
"How 'bout the desk?" you teased lightly.
He groaned. "Don't think I haven't imagined it, but I'd like to take you home...do this properly--in a bed."
You stared at him for a moment. "If we stay here, it can be casual, unassuming. If I go home with you...that changes everything."
"I don't want casual. I don't want a fling. I want you--and everything that comes along with that."
You studied him closely before responding. You noted the sincerity in his voice and his expression and decided to--for once--allow your heart to lead your decision. "Take me home, Rafael," you whispered.
He breathed deeply, as if trying to control himself. It appeared that you had the same effect on him as he did on you when you called him by his first name.
He didn't say a word--you weren't even sure he could have if he'd wanted to. He simply grabbed his jacket, took your hand, and practically dragged you to the elevator. Once outside, he hailed a cab and helped you into the backseat before sliding in beside you.
As the cab began to move, you rested your hand on Rafael's thigh. He glanced at you, but didn't say anything. You were feeling bold, so you slid your hand slowly up his thigh, inching closer to his evident arousal.
When your fingertips brushed against his clothed cock, he hissed slightly. He leaned over to whisper into your ear so the cab driver wouldn't hear. "Careful, querida. O puedo perder el control [Or I may lose control]."
You inhaled sharply--something about his tone mixed with the hushed Spanish words, sent a jolt of pure arousal straight to your core.
Your reaction didn't go unnoticed by Rafael. He smirked as he discovered one of your kinks. He tucked the knowledge away for later use.
You managed to behave yourself for the rest of the short ride to his apartment, but once inside the building, all bets were off.
His lips were on yours the moment the elevator doors slid closed, pressing your body firmly against the wall. Your fingers tangled in his hair, messing up the perfect locks.
As the elevator dinged and the doors began to open, you reluctantly pulled away from each other. You saw the desperation in his beautiful green eyes and you knew the same look reflected in yours.
He wasted no time guiding you to his apartment and the moment you were both inside, he had you spun around and pressed up against the door.
“Querida,” he whispered hungrily against your lips, fingertips dancing under your shirt.
You moaned softly as you tugged harshly on his suspenders, pushing them out of the way so you could remove his shirt.
Within moments, your clothes and his were strewn across the house as he carried you to his bedroom, nothing left between you but underwear.
Rafael tossed you gently onto the bed before climbing on top of you. He eyed you hungrily—sprawled out beneath him, desire evident on your face.
“You are perfect, hermosa.”
You blushed. “Rafa…”
He groaned. “Fuck. Don’t do that.”
Confusion clouded your expression. You didn’t think you’d done anything wrong…
He’d closed his eyes and his face gave away the internal struggle he was experiencing.
Realization suddenly crossed your features and you grinned. You gently raked your nails down his chest as you murmured the nickname again, “Rafa.”
His eyes shot open and he rutted his hips against yours, mouth pressing wet kisses to your heated skin. His teeth nipped at your neck and collarbone, leaving love bites in his wake.
He was taking his time with you. Wanting to explore every part of you, taste every inch of your skin, catalogue every detail in his mind.
You whimpered softly, not used to such attention, nor such deliberate slowness. “Rafael, please.”
He looked up at you with his trademark smirk. “You ever been with a Hispanic man before, Cariño?”
You blushed and shook your head.
His smirk widened. “We like to take our time, make sure our lady is properly loved and appreciated. This is about your enjoyment, (Y/N/N), not mine.”
“I want you to enjoy yourself too…”
He kissed you gently. “You keep making those pretty sounds for me, querida, and I promise you, I’ll enjoy myself.”
You found yourself unable to respond as he continued his slow descent towards your core. Each gentle caress of his lips against your skin seemed to set your nerve endings on fire--the need within you growing exponentially.
You whined prettily, hips shifting upwards, desperately seeking his lips where you needed them most. "Please," you begged.
You didn't know it yet, but Rafael would never deny you--not in the real world, nor the bedroom. The moment he heard your soft voice begging, he glanced up at your face. You already looked so far gone--your hair was a mess, your lips swollen, your cheeks flushed, and your breathing was ragged. He smiled to himself as he lowered his head, giving you no time to adjust as he dove into you with abandon.
You gasped as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm you. As skilled as the man between your legs was in the courtroom, he was even better suited with his mouth hungrily devouring you.
In the span of mere minutes, he'd turned you into a gasping, moaning mess--every one of your senses overwhelmed with feeling.
"Rafa--I--I'm close," you gasped.
He hummed against you, lips wrapping around your clit to increase his assault. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, holding you in place as he sped up his ministrations.
Your jaw dropped as a flurry of sounds--some of which were intended to be his name--slipped from your lips. Your orgasm sent wave after wave of intense pleasure through your body, but that pleasure soon turned to sensitivity.
"Rafa, too much--" you whispered as you tried to pull away from him.
He laid his arm across your lower belly, effectively holding you in place as his mouth continued to work you. His eyes flicked up to yours to check if you really did want him to stop, but your head was already thrown back, chest rising and falling rapidly as the familiar knot tightened in your stomach.
The moment your cries turned to moans and pleas to continue, Rafael stopped and lifted his head. "Did you want me to stop, querida?"
"No!" you cried loudly, fingers grasping his hair in an attempt to guide him back where you wanted him.
He smirked as he complied with your direction, lips and tongue once again sending you into a spiral of pleasure you'd never experienced before.
As you came down from your second high, Rafael finally slowed his assault and allowed you to pull his head up when it became too much.
He placed soft kisses against your heated skin, gently soothing you as the aftershocks shuddered through your body. His lips traced the curves of your face with gentle affection until your breathing had begun to normalize.
Rafael kissed you deeply, desire evident in the action. In response, your hand slowly descended down his chest and abdomen, until you reached his throbbing cock. You lightly ran your nails across the still clothed member, enticing a groan from the man above you.
You teased him for a few more seconds before sliding your hand beneath his boxer briefs and palming his cock in your warm hand. He groaned loudly--hips rutting against your hand instantly.
"I wanna taste you," you murmured against the shell of his ear.
"You don't have to..." he said softly.
There was something in his voice that caused you to pull away so you could see his face properly. He looked worried and perhaps a little apprehensive.
"But I want to," you reassured him.
"You do?"
You nodded. "It's something I enjoy very much, Rafa, so if you're okay with it, I would really like to suck your cock."
His eyes closed briefly and he moaned softly, forehead dropping against yours. "Por favor," he begged in a broken voice.
You grinned ear to ear. "Stand up."
"Qué?" he asked in confusion.
You nudged him gently and tilted your head towards the edge of the bed. "Stand up, handsome."
He did as you asked and watched in surprise as you lowered yourself to your knees on the floor in front of him. He felt like he needed to remind you again that you didn't need to do this for him, but when he saw the hunger in your eyes, he fell silent.
You slowly dragged his underwear down, freeing his cock from its constraints. You were a little surprised by his size--he was longer than average and quite thick--but surprise quickly turned to hunger.
You looked up at him, a playful smirk dancing on your lips, and all his worries faded away. It was obvious you wanted this...perhaps just as much as he did.
You wasted no time in wrapping your mouth around his cock, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could, eyes never leaving his face.
You gagged slightly as he hit the back of your throat, but you pushed past it, determined to provide him with as much pleasure as you could muster.
As you began to move, his fingers intertwined in your hair and his hips stuttered forwards occasionally. You knew what he needed, but it was clear he wasn't going to do it without some prodding.
You pulled off of him with a *pop* and waited until his heavily lidded eyes met yours. "Rafael, I want you to enjoy this."
"I am, cariño," he said in confusion.
"Not as much as you could be." You licked the tip of his cock for emphasis and his hips jumped slightly. "I want you to use my mouth for your own pleasure, Rafa. That's what it's there for."
He shook his head rapidly. He'd been expressly told not to do that by several women before you.
You rubbed his thighs reassuringly. "I want this, baby. Please," you begged. "Please fuck my mouth."
The moment the words were out of your mouth, you sucked his cock back into the warmth of your lips, hoping he would take you seriously. You pressed yourself forward, pushing past the gag reflex to take his entire member into your mouth.
Without hesitation, you began to guide his hips, urging him to give in and take what he wanted--what he needed.
You flicked your gaze up to meet his and nodded your head as best you could, hands still encouraging him to move. He very tentatively began to move his hips and you smiled, fingers digging into his thighs.
When you didn't pull away, he started to put a little more force into the movements. When you still didn't pull away, he sped up, fingers wrapping in your hair to keep you still.
You let him take control, eyes still trained on his face. He slowly began to thrust in earnest, fucking your mouth like it was his favorite place to be. You watched his head fall back, moans of intense pleasure leaving his lips.
You held onto him and focused on breathing as you let him use you. A few minutes passed before his hips began to stutter and you knew he was close.
You prepared to swallow everything he had to give you, but he surprised you by pulling away, your mouth coming off of him with a *pop*.
His breathing was ragged and his eyes were wild--pupils blocking out the brilliant green. "I need you," he said, voice raw and husky.
You understood his meaning and quickly crawled back onto the bed. He was on top of you almost immediately, lips latching onto your neck, teeth nipping at your flesh.
His cock rubbed against the outside of your pussy and you both groaned.
"Fuck," he mumbled. "Do I need a condom?"
"Pill," you gasped as you shook your head. "Wanna feel you fill me up, Rafa."
He let out a low growl and his eyes turned even more feral. He gave you no warning as he plunged his cock deep inside of you, stretching you in ways you'd never been stretched before.
"Rafael!" you cried out at the sensation.
Normally he would have forced himself to give you time to adjust, but his mind was too far gone. He set a brutal pace almost instantly and you were simply along for the ride.
There were so many new sensations that you were having a hard time staying focused. Everything just felt so incredible.
Your pussy throbbed around him, pulling him in even deeper. "Te sienetes muy bien, querida." [You feel so good, sweetheart.]
You moaned loudly, nails digging into his back as you arched against him.
"Te gusta cuando te hablo español, ¿no?" he growled into your ear. [You like it when I speak Spanish to you, don't you?"]
"Yes!" you gasped.
"Chica sucia," he chuckled darkly. [Dirty girl.]
"Rafa, please--I'm so close."
He groaned. "Quiero que vengas conmigo, cariño," he mumbled. [I want you to cum with me, sweetheart.] "Can you do that for me?" he asked in English.
You nodded your head rapidly.
"Esa es mi buena chica," he praised. [That's my good girl.]
You moaned lowly, preening at his praise. He smiled and picked up his pace, not wanting to stop until he felt you fall apart. "So close," he mumbled.
"Don't--stop!"
He knew you were close--could tell by the way your pussy fluttered around him--so he whispered, "Cum for me, baby."
You cried out as your orgasm hit you with more force than either of the two you'd had earlier. Rafael groaned your name as he spilled his seed within you, filling you up as your walls milked him dry.
You both began to come down from your highs, the intensity of your orgasms taking the wind out of both of you. Rafael pulled out and collapsed beside you, completely spent and satiated.
"That was pretty decent," you said between breaths.
He snapped his head in your direction and started to laugh when he saw the mischief in your eyes.
You grinned and joined in on his laughter, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer to him.
"Very decent," he muttered against your hair.
You laughed again. "'Fucking incredible' would be a more accurate description."
"I couldn't agree more." He sighed softly. "I don't wanna move."
"Who says we have to?"
"We probably should...we do have work in the morning after all."
Your body tensed slightly and he felt it, realizing how his previous statement may have sounded. "I want you to stay, querida. I'm just saying we should probably get up and shower before we fall asleep."
You relaxed. "You may have to carry me."
He chuckled and dragged himself out of bed, pulling you along with him. He scooped you up despite your protests and carried you to the bathroom, placing you on the counter while he started the shower.
"I was kidding, Rafa!"
He smiled. "If my girl can walk immediately after sex, then I did something wrong. I'm always happy to carry you."
You smiled back at him, realizing he was completely serious. You watched him quietly, completely lost in thought.
"Where's your mind, querida?" he asked softly.
You shook your head, clearing your thoughts. "I'm happy...that's all."
Rafael kissed you gently. "Me too, hermosa. Now come on, let's get you cleaned up."
Once you were both clean and dry, he carried you back to his bed and laid you down gently before crawling into the bed beside you. He tugged you in closely against his chest and you sighed contentedly.
"Go to sleep, cariño. I'll be here in the morning when you wake up."
Somehow he seemed to know exactly what you needed to hear. Knowing he wasn't going anywhere and feeling his strong arms wrapped around you, allowed you to feel a calm peace you'd not felt in years.
Within minutes, you'd drifted off to sleep in his arms. Just before he fell asleep too, Rafael kissed the top of your head and whispered, "Te adoro con locura." [I adore you madly.]
#rafael barba x reader smut#rafael barba x reader#barba x reader#rafael barba smut#law and order svu#law and order svu smut
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Olivia’s girl (Olivia benson x fem reader
Summary: when someone disrespects you and Olivia(your wife) needs to remind them who’s wife they just go fucked with.
Genre: cute
Warnings: light teasing
This morning I woke up in pain as I am 5 months Pregnant, the bed is empty as Olivia had already went to work, I slowly get up and go Noah's room and walk in and see him sleeping, I smile to myself and walk next to his bed and lightly shake him.
"honey its time to get up" I say as I gently rub his back and he is slowly waking up
"mommy" he says sleepily and slowly opens his eyes
"hi baby, time to get up and get ready for school" I walk to his closet "how about you wear the new shirt mama got for you angel" I grab it and go to his drawer and grabs pants as he slowly sits up in his bed
"I wanna see mama mommy" he says as he gets up and raps his little arms around me
"I know honey, shes at work but if you get dressed we can face-time her before I take you to school" I say and he gets happy and quickly gets dressed for school and I grab my phone and video calls Olivia
"hello princess" she says as she answers wearing her glasses in her office "what do I own the pleasure to see your beautiful face this morning"
"hi liv" I laugh as Noah sits next to me "Noah wanted to talk to you before I drove him to school"
"HI mama" he says waving
"hi my love, I see your in your new shirt, are you ready for school" she says
"yes mama" he nods and smiles
"did you brush your teeth" she tells him
"no mama" saying it truthfully and smiling
"go brush your teeth" she says in a sweet but motherly tone and he goes to the bathroom "how are you feeling babygirl" she asks me
"good just my lower back hurts so much" I tell her ad I get up to get Noah's lunchbox from the fridge and put it in his bag
"come visit my later" she says making that teasing and loving face I love and I giggle
"okay baby, I will come see you later, maybe you can see something later" I say smiling brightly
"mhm is that so?" she says In the dominant and seductive tone
"yes" I smile and we talk for a little longer and I hang up so i can get Noah to school, drive him to school and go home and take a shower, picking out an outfit I pick leggings and sweatshirt and vans, and I do a little makeup and do my hair in a half up half down hairstyle with a cute black bow, I go to my car and drive to the station I walk in and see Amanda and Eliot
"hey there beautiful" Amanda comes over and hugs me "you are glowing today how is the baby" she asks and rubs my belly
"active" I say and smile as Eliot comes over and hugs me too
"you do look amazing Y/n, the baby is making you look like a million bucks" he laughs
"wish I felt like a million bucks, but thank you guys, the baby is so active lately mostly when Noah or Liv talks to my belly" I say as I feel the baby moving a lot "is the lieutenant busy" I say
"I think she has a girl in office but go in girl" Amanda tells me as I walk to her office and knock and hear come in and I walk in and see Olivia with someone but I'm not sure who it is
"well hello, this is a new hire, Jane, and Jane this is Y/n my-" she gets interrupted
"friend?, wow girl, you should lose a little weight not gonna lie no man will want that sorry" she says I look at her and then at Olivia, I can tell her blood is boiling right now "I mean you are pretty but you are fat"
"excuse me, what did you just say to my wife" Olivia says and gets up with her hands on the desk
"your, wife?' she says not fully believing it
"yes my wife, detective, not that it would matter she isn't fat, she is 5 months pregnant with my baby, so watch what you say" she is so pissed right now
"you guys are married, lieutenant she is like 20" she says looking at me
"actually Jane, I'm not 20 I'm 29 thank you very much not that it is any of your business" I tell her
"lieutenant you are a beautiful woman and you're dating a child carrying a child"
"I'm not dating a child I'm married to my wife who I love very much and we have an age gap so what, we love each other, we've been married for 4 years and please get out of my site you're fired" she says pissed
Jane leaves and I look at Olivia "woah baby that was hot" I say causing her to raise her eyebrow and smirk
"oh yeah? I'm sure it was come here" she says and I go over and she grabs my waist causing me gasp and smile and lean up to kiss her as she lightly makes my back lean on her desk
"you are such a beautiful girl" she says and kisses me again "my girl" she says and smiles leaning to kiss my forehead.
#olivia benson#law and order svu#age g4p#wlw love#pregnant reader#mariska hargitay#fanfic#olivia benson x reader
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Lydia
Warning: Angst, hurtfic, hints of cheating, slut shaming
Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader, Melissa x Gary, Olivia Benson x sister!reader
She hadn’t worked there very long only a month or so
Everyone loved Lydia the third grade teacher who almost bested Melissa Schemmenti.. almost but it was safe to say she made everyone swoon. Jealousy was an ugly accessory that both Melissa and Gary seemed to wear the couple both eyeing the new teacher.
Am I surprised to see you here with Lydia? Melissa thought as she entered the break room to see Gary and the woman. She’s oh so nice and easier to love than I the redhead wanted to slap her boyfriend for how easily his attention was given. As he eyed Lydia making her coffee neither noticing the redhead enter “how does Mel like her coffee?” She asked gently grabbing another cup down. “She should be in soon so I want it to be ready when she’s here” Melissa smiled at your kindness “im not sure” Gary scratched his head before refilling the vending machine.
But no, I won’t hold it against her
My baby, my baby the first person to love since she divorced Joe swooning over another woman so blatantly. Lydia always shrugged him off with a polite smile though you could see it in her eyes she hated it all the attention from him. “Don’t you want me anymore?” Melissa asked him once they were alone he avoided eye contact and that told her everything she needed to hear.
Her arms are warm the redhead smiled to herself as she relaxed in Lydia’s embrace both women standing alone in the empty classroom. Melissa let herself enjoy this moment of peace with her friend that she had just vented about Gary to.
Her legs are wide and so’s her smile even Barbara would be lying if she said she didn’t have a little bit of a girl crush on the woman. Lydia stood beside Melissa at the counter as she made them both another cup of coffee, she was the woman the redhead always wished to be.
She’ll take you on
Where I would slap you down and hide
Melissa hadn’t always been the badass Italian everyone knew it had taken years to grow her skin yet Lydia did it so effortlessly. Always talking back to the rude parents with ease and the sleezeball fathers constantly trying to start an affair. She had a confidence that captivated people that drew them into her so easily.
But no, I won’t hold it against her
Melissa was so used to having someone to smother to care for that once Gary drifted away she felt almost hollow. Though Lydia always promised there wasn’t anything going on and that the man loved her even if it burned to admit. Lydia loved Melissa but she wasn’t the type to break a relationship over such feelings so she stayed quiet and supportive.
Now wasn’t the time to jump into anything new for Lydia she was doing just fine being friends.
My baby, my baby
Don’t you want me anymore
My baby, my baby
Don’t you need me anymore
Her lips are cold it was now winter as Lydia walked into the break room in her layers lips having turned blue almost purple as she grabbed her mug. Melissa couldn’t stop staring at her smile the skin on her lips had begun to split slightly.
He talks too tired
To say goodbye
Gary would normally be almost bouncing off the walls just being near Melissa but now he seemed almost drained as he barely smiled at the woman. Barbara caught on she was a lot of things but she wasn’t stupid nobody could miss how he looked at you.
So take the time to reel me in and wash me out
But treat her right
And no, I wont hold it against her
Against her
Melissa knew when to call it quits Lydia had won a competition she didn’t know she was in and the redhead couldn’t be mad. The woman had done nothing she knew it all from her first marriage but watching as the pair quickly distanced themselves it broke her.
Lydia left for a while and nobody knew why she had just vanished for a week having Ava surprisingly cover her classes. It only lead Melissa to that sinking feeling that Gary and Lydia were going behind her back.
My baby, my baby
Don’t you want me anymore
My baby, my baby
Don’t you need me anymore
“Ms. Benson?” The young receptionist spoke softly as she entered the breakroom “yes dear?” Lydia smiled “there’s a woman here she said she’s your sister? She at the front office”. The woman nodded getting up from her seat unaware of everyone’s curious gaze.
You seemed to know all about them yet they knew nothing about you.
My baby, my baby
Don’t you want me anymore
My baby, my baby
Don’t you love me anymore
Melissa couldn’t believe Gary would even propose to Lydia without breaking up with her first she was heartbroken. Someone who became one of her closest friends doing that behind her back? She decided enough was enough.
Melissa had cornered both you and Gary in your classroom yelling about an affair that didn’t exist, slut shaming and name calling. She threw pens and pulled her hair, Gary didn’t know what to do and neither did you Melissa had herself convinced she didn’t care.
Angrily you stomped to your desk taking the small box out of the top drawer throwing it to Gary “i’m done” you laughed grabbing your bag and leaving. Only then did Melissa stop “Lydia was helping me to propose” Gary swallowed unable to meet Melissa’s eyes.
My baby, my baby
Don’t you want me anymore
Don’t you love me anymore
The next time Melissa saw Lydia was at the woman’s front door, the brunette sat on her doorstep tear stained and puffing a cigarette. The redhead felt guilty no she was guilty and she felt horrible to just assume such things and to act the way she did.
A little boy ran around the front lawn happily before another slightly older brunette woman walked out from behind Lydia. Melissa stepped out of her car warily as she made her way to the small group the other woman quick to meet the brunette ready to fight.
“Olivia it’s just Melissa” you waved off with a sigh Melissa? You never said her full name “what do you want?” You looked tired. “I’m sorry, I should’ve listened to you” Melissa played with the hem of her shirt “you’re sorry? Okay” you shrugged.
“I think it’s best if you leave” Olivia cleared her throat as she raised an eyebrow to Melissa’s truck in the driveway “she doesn’t need this at the moment”
Melissa lost Gary
Now she was losing you too
#imagine#wlw#lisa ann walter#lisa ann walter x reader#angst#abbott elementary#melissa schemmenti x gary#melissa schemmenti x oc#melissa ann schemmenti#melissa schemmenti imagine#melissa schemmenti x you#melissa schemmenti x reader#melissa schemmenti#olivia benson#olivia benson x sister
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Hi! I have an Olivia Benson x reader request, if you want to change it up that’s cool too!
Reader and Olivia are out on field, in this case to a multi story high business building, following up on leads. Reader doesn’t ever take elevators, she gets triggers to past events. She never wanted to disclose this to the squad, they always pass it off with how she’s super fit already. This time Olivia scolds her out of climbing flights of stairs. Reader was tense on the way up and unlike herself, Liv notices but doesn’t put any emphasis on it. On the way down the power cuts and elevator halts…
Fears of Elevators
Olivia benson x fem!reader
Warnings: fear of elevators, hurt/comfort, Olivia being a complete softy
“Ugh! I hate men! I can’t believe he didn’t give us any information and had the balls to hit on me!” You exclaimed to your girlfriend Olivia who is also your partner in the SVU after Elliot left. You knew her when she was in the academy and was close friends with her which later led into a relationship that’s been going on for four years now. When Elliot left, Olivia was heartbroken. Olivia considered Elliot a close friend and it hurt her that he left. When he left, you offered to take this opportunity to work with your girlfriend. You got the job and from there y’all were the best team out there.
She chuckled and gave you a look “you shouldn’t be that surprised now.” She explained and you sighed in understanding. “That’s true.” You replied back as y’all were walking down the halls in a multistory building that was filled with elevators all around, with a couple of stairs that you immediately took a liking to. You were about to take the stairs again for the third time until Olivia pulled you back on your arm gently. “Y/n. Please stop taking the stairs, you are wearing yourself out and we need as much energy as we can until we catch this son of a bitch.” She explained and you groaned loudly with made her raise her eyebrow at you. She never understood why you liked taking the stairs when there was a perfectly good working elevator waiting to be used. She just thought it was good exercise for you but these stairs were long and she didn’t want you to be tired and worn out already.
“Please livia…I just like taking the stairs.” You tried to explain but liv was pushing you gently towards the elevator and you sighed in defeat, letting her guide you toward it. Once you the both of you were in, you immediately held her hand, seeking comfort. Olivia gave you a corned look but nonetheless gave you a gentle smile and rubbed her thumb over your knuckles. Everything was going smoothly until the elevator abruptly which made your heart sink. “Shit. The elevator is stuck. I’ll call Elliot and munch.” She said and she whipped out her phone calling them to let them know about the situation they were currently in. While Olivia was getting help, you were panicking the fuck out. You knew you should have taken the stairs but you realized that Olivia would be all alone and you couldn’t imagine that, but you were still freaking out.
You tried to calm your breathing but it was no use. The lights went out and you whimpered out which got Olivia’s attention quickly. She hung up the phone, telling them to hurry their asses up and quickly got your hands in hers and looked in your fear written eyes. “Hey hey baby. It’s okay. What’s wrong? Breath.” She said softly and you couldn’t make a sound besides heaving breathing. She realized that you weren’t gonna talk, there’s no way you could right now, and decided to gently get you sitting on the ground and she immediately went behind you so your back was against her chest. She put you in her lap and moved you to where you were being cradled like a baby and she gently took your shaking hand and put it on her heart. “Breath with me baby. It’s okay. I’m here. Follow my breathing.” She coached you with a quiet voice and you were slowly following her breathing and after seven minutes your breathing was slowly going back to normal.
“Thank you livia…” you said quietly and she gave you a small but genuine smile. “Of course sweetheart. Anytime.” She said as she leaned down to give you a loving kiss on your forehead. “Now. Would you like to tell me why you are scared of elevators?” She asked and you started fidgeting with Olivia’s fingers and she kept giving you kisses on your head. “It’s okay baby. You don’t have to tell me just yet if you aren’t ready.” She explained and you smiled softly but shook your head. “No no…I’m ready…” you said and you went on to tell her the story on how your mom and sister was killed in a elevator accident. You were only 10 and staying with your grandma while your mom and sister went to do some errands. When you found out what happened you never ever went on elevators again.
“Oh babygirl…I’m so sorry…now I know why you never really talked about your mom and sister.” She replied and you nodded your head yes. When you were about to say it was okay, the lights flickered back on and the doors of the elevators were opened revealing the cops and the svu team along with captain cragen. Olivia helped you stand on your feet and you immediately rushed out of the elevator, relieved to get the fuck out of that thing. Olivia was close behind you but was stopped by cragen and Elliot. She explained what happened but didn’t go into full detail, leaving that up to you to tell them and they respected that. You went back over to them and let them know that you were okay and was just happy to get out.
The team left shortly after, leaving just you and Olivia again. Olivia came to you and wrapped her arms around your shoulders. “Let’s go home baby. Cragen said we can have the rest of the day off but we have to be back tomorrow morning. He could tell how fragile you are right now and he doesn’t want you to have another panic attack again.” She said and you giggled at her. “Yep. We do have a dirty bastard to catch.” You said and she smiled as the both of you walking out of the building, walking back to the home that y’all both shared.
A/n: I hope y’all enjoyed! Winter/Christmas requests are still open for all of the people that I write! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all!
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Olivia benson x reader where the reader is Olivia’s daughter and a perp runs into her during the chase and hurts the reader and Olivia catches the perp and then mother daughter fluff
Authors note:
It's pretty short but I just don't have the time or motivation to write right now. I hope you still like it, even if it doesn't correspond to the extent that you know from me ♥
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"Idiot, watch where you are going!" you yelled in the direction where the man next to you landed face down onto the street. He fell to his knees in front, not bringing his hand forward in time to steady himself and smacked face first onto the sidewalk. Something cracked, his glasses or his nose- probably both.
Your elbow suddenly turned into the sensation of lightning and fiery pain and you placed it in the palm of your hand. Out of frustration and flooded with throbbing pain in your entire upper arm, the heel of your boot intentionally dug into the side of his thigh and let him groan out in pain.
His head dragged on the floor, trying to protect his face from the small stones scraping the skin like sandpaper. A piece of his broken glasses got caught in the ground and cut his face in his movement. The dripping blood out of his deep laceration on his cheek, intensified that angry, devilish smirk that he threw at you.
His long brown hair, which was sticking out in all directions after your collision, almost made his eyes disappear. Your gaze traveled further down his body and got stuck on his hands. Within them, he held something that had a razor-sharp blade and reflected the sun´s rays.
The knife lay at your feet and the movement of his hand scraped the rough concrete with a metallic sound. Fearful, you backed up slowly trying to gain some space between the two of you and swallowed hard as you watched him hesitate. Instead of lunging at you, he looked around, apparently trying to get away from someone.
Not five seconds later, you felt and heard more noises behind you; rough and loud footsteps rushing towards you at a rapid pace, creaking on the concrete floor, mingling with hounded voices; voices of people you knew.
Sergeant Finn Tutola, your mother´s best friend, bent down in front of you and briefly jolted you out of your thoughts. "Y/n, what are you doing here?" he asked in surprise and grabbed the man´s feet before pulling him off the sidewalk away from you and onto the street. Pistol holstered, his hands gripped the suspect´s upper arm and twisted him onto his back before pulling him up.
"Just catching a little break. There are not enough benches in the area so I figured why not just sit out here?" the dark-haired shakes his head with laughter at your sarcasm and reached out a hand to pull you up from the cold ground. Thanking, you clasped his hands in your non-painful one and jumped up.
Around the corner of the street on which you were now standing across from each other, another figure ran towards you and you could already see from afar that it was your mother who came to support her best friend. The brunette dogged her heels into the gravel when she realized her sergeant had everything in control, but gave you a questioning look, eyebrows furrowed as she jogged the last few meters standing between you.
"Hey mom"
"Your daughter caught this one" he thrust his arm forward, which he had anchored around the young man´s handcuffed wrist, and nudged the suspect a little to add more emphasis to his sentence. Proudly, he smiles at you softly. "Now off to the police station with you. You have a lot to explain"
Olivia stood at your side and tucked a strand of hair, that had become tangled on your face from the gentle breeze, behind your ear. "What happened?" she asked worried as she stepped closer to you. You looked like you were in pain and judging by your jacket, it had suffered too. Her hand tentatively rested on one of your shoulders and ran down the leather of your jacket until she came to a larger cut that parted the material.
"What a crap," you scolded under your breath and looked at the place where you felt her fingers on your skin; stirring over the split leather. "Your suspect knocked me to the ground because the idiot did not see me"
You grimaced in pain as you braced your elbow in your hand again. Your mother was shocked at first- she did not tolerate any missteps when it came to you and you knew instantly, that the young man will later face an short-tempered woman who would make his life hell in the interrogation room.
The brunette quickly but carefully began to slide your jacket off your shoulders, exposing your slowly discolored skin. She gasped when she saw the blue color running from your elbow to the middle of your forearm. With every step that she tried to move your arm to get a closer look, your body tensed in front of her.
Olivia kept glancing at your face, worry creeping into her serious expression. "Ouch!" you gasped and gritted your teeth hard. The brunette worked quickly, not wanting to prolong your pain any further. "A doctor needs to look at that. Come on, let´s get you to the hospital"
Carefully, she placed a hand on your shoulder and pulled you closer to her; her lips gently drawing three small kisses into your hair while one of her hands supported your elbow. "Mh.." you closed your eyes and unconsciously leaned onto her.
She grinned at the way you were when you were hurt. You have always been someone who enjoyed her warmth, cuddles and kisses and never put her off. If she did not know otherwise, she do say you could not have more love coming from you. But she always misjudged it; when you were sick or in pain, a little more of your dependence on her always came out.
But she did not complain. You were the greatest gift that life had to offer and could give you. With you, she was complete.
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okay so hopefully your requests are open - i genuinely don’t know how to work tumblr 🥲🥲, anyway, would you be interested in writing like domestic olivia benson x fem reader fluff. like for example, getting the kids up for school, breakfast, maybe a child’s first day of school and reader and liv are so nervous/crying sort of thing. ultimately you have free range here, just some sort of ideas with this!
Growing Up..
Thanks for requesting Anon! I’m sorry this took a bit to do, but I really love the concept!
warnings: poorly written fluff
word count: 848
a/n: Requests are open everybody! I write for quite a few fandoms, which I will make a later post about to clarify.
Olivia groggily opened her eyes, her body still heavy with sleep. She blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the bright light of the morning sun that was streaming through the window. As she shifted in bed, she felt the warmth of her wife’s body next to hers. y/n was already up, and Olivia could smell the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting into the room.
Olivia stretched her arms and legs, letting out a soft sigh. She had her first day off in what feels like forever, and she was looking forward to spending it with her family. She turned to y/n, who was now sitting up in bed, sipping her coffee.
"Good morning," Olivia said, her voice still husky with sleep.
"Good morning, Liv," y/n replied, smiling at her. "How’re you feeling today?"
Olivia groaned. "I don’t know.. It's Maya's first day of school, and I just can't believe she's already starting kindergarten. She's growing up so fast, too fast."
y/n nodded in agreement. "I know, it's crazy. But Maya is going to be just fine. She's a smart and brave little girl, just like her mom."
Olivia smiled, feeling a surge of pride. She leaned over to kiss y/n, feeling a rush of affection. They had been married for a few years now, but Olivia still felt that same spark of love and desire every time she looked at her wife.
They got out of bed and headed to the kitchen, where y/n had already prepared breakfast for the family. There were pancakes with maple syrup, crispy bacon, and scrambled eggs with cheese. Olivia's stomach rumbled as she took in the delicious smells.
"Wow, y/n, this looks amazing," the brunette said, taking a seat at the table.
"Thanks, love," y/n replied, pouring her a cup of coffee. "I figured we should start the day off right, especially since it's such a big day for Maya."
Olivia nodded, feeling grateful for her wife’s thoughtfulness. The woman ate her breakfast in comfortable silence, savoring the flavors while y/n went to get the kids up. Maya and their other two kids, Noah and Eli, soon joined Olivia at the table, chattering excitedly about the day ahead.
After breakfast, Olivia and y/n helped the kids get ready for school. They brushed their teeth, combed their hair, and packed their backpacks with all the necessary supplies. Maya was especially nervous, clinging to Olivia's leg and refusing to let go.
"It's okay, sweetie," The woman said, kneeling down to give her daughter a hug. "You're going to have so much fun at school today. You'll make new friends and learn new things. And me and mama will be here to pick you up at the end of the day."
The little girl sniffled, wiping away tears. "Okay, Mommy. love you."
"I love you too, baby," Olivia said, feeling her own eyes tear up. She gave Maya another hug before standing up.
"Alright, kids, let's go," the y/h/c woman said, her voice cheerful and reassuring. "We don't want to be late."
They headed out the door, Olivia and Maya holding hands and the others trailing behind them. They walked to the school, which was just a few blocks away from their house. Noah and Eli gushed about the Pokémon cards that their uncle had just bought them. The air was crisp and cool, and the leaves on the trees were starting to turn golden and red.
As they approached the school, Olivia felt a lump in her throat. She couldn't believe how quickly time had passed, how her little girl was now starting her academic journey. She hugged Maya once more, feeling a rush of love and pride.
"Good luck, sweetie," Olivia said, her voice thick with emotion. "I'll see you later."
The small girl smiled bravely, waving goodbye. "Bye, Mommy. Love you."
Olivia watched as her daughter walked into the school, feeling a mix of joy and sadness. She knew that Maya was going to do great, but it was hard to let go. She turned to y/n, who was looking at her with understanding and compassion.
"You okay, Liv?" y/n asked, squeezing her hand.
Olivia nodded, feeling a tear roll down her cheek. "Yeah, just emotional. It's hard to see Maya leave."
"I know," The y/h/c woman said, pulling Olivia into a tight embrace. "But she's going to be just fine. And we'll be here for every step of the way."
Olivia smiled, feeling grateful for y/n’s love and support. She wrapped her arms around her, holding her close. They stood there for a few moments, watching as the other parents dropped off their kids and the school day began.
As they walked back home, Olivia felt a sense of contentment wash over her. She had a wonderful family, a wife who loved her, and children who were growing up into amazing human beings. Life was good, and Olivia knew that she had everything she needed to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
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I’m here for you
Joe Velasco X Reader
A/N: I hope everyone enjoys this !! If you like my work please comment like and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work.
Y/N POV
Me and Joe had this will they wont they thing going on for a while now. You felt like the vibes were there but it was hard because he was a quiet guy.
You also were a little reserved so no one had the guts to talk to each other. But slowly by surely the two of you opened up to each other. Talking and texting every chance you got.
It had only been a couple of months and you were head over heels in love.
Lately thought he had gone through a rough patch and you were trying to be there for him without stepping on toes.
Olivia our captain was against me even talking to him. Which i personally didn’t understand.
I Mean I know what he was accused of but i think we all deserve the benefit of the doubt.
I mean just become someone decided to secretly record an interview we should all turn on him. I feel like he deserved to tell his side of the story.
I let everyone in the unit how I was feeling about the situation which was causing a lot of heat in the unit.
“Y/N what did I tell you about staying away” Captain Benson asked.
“All i did was text him to make sure he was doing that’s all” I said
“You disobeyed my orders i told you flat out no communication” She said
“I didn’t ask about the case or anything he’s my friend I ‘m not going to turn my back on him especially when he needs people now” I said in a defensive manner.
Cap just looked at me and I could tell she was trying to find the right next words to say to me.
“Listen to me I am saying this because you are a great detective and you have a great career ahead of you and you need to stay focused okay” She told me
The words she said to me kind of irritated me a little bit but i kept my composer and bit my tongue. I didn’t want to start a fight and cause more tension.
“I understand cap” was all you could muster out at the moment.
“Your dismissed the days over just go home and get some rest and think about what I said.” She said.
“Yes Ma’am thank you” I said
She put her glasses on and started pulling some papers out of her giant stack she had and started focusing on them.
Finn and Amanda both looked at me with worried look on their faces. I think when I walked out I looked a little mad and upset.
“You know she’s right you just gotta focus on you at the moment” Amanda said
Something in you broke a little and what ever you had been pushing down had worked it way up.
Because you looked over at them sitting in their desk and then spoke out
“I find that a bit ironic considering your history of dating you and Nick Aamaro and then getting pregnant by Lt Murphy who you were under by the way. Me and Velscao are friends and im finding it pretty messed up that were just supposed to turn our back on a friend” You snapped.
Finn looked surprised as hell and Amanda was taken back and not sure on what to say next. Which you didn’t even bother giving her the chance.
You quickly gathered your stuff and then headed out. In the background you heard Finn say
“Just let go and let’s go home” He said
You walked out the squad room and headed downstairs. You were to worked up to even wait for the elevator.
You ran down the stairs and then headed out the front door. The fresh air hitting you in the face made you instantly feel a little better. You just headed to the car and threw your stuff in.
You didn’t even think about going home you just began driving. You tried to clear your head to make you feel a little better. ]
Your stomach started growling and you decided to stop for some dinner. There was a local diner that Joe introduced you to.
You pulled up and got out and walked in . It was pretty quiet and you were thankful for not having to deal with people.
You sat in the booth you and Joe always sat in. You were looking at the menu but not really even paying attention.
You tried to push back frustration tears from everything going on. Suddenly a man wearing a hoodie sat across from you which scared the crap out of you
“Omg what the hell” You asked
You heard a familiar laugh and then calmed down immediately when you realized who it was.
“Joe what the hell are you doing here” You asked
You looked up at him he gave you a sad look.
“I guess i just wanted to see you” He said
“Yeah me to but how did you know I was here” You asked
“Because I know you I figured you were just getting off of work and was probably hungry so you came here and sat in our booth” Joe said
You blushed and smiled at him knowing you so well. Or were you that predictable you thought
“How are you with everything” You asked
“It’s been hard you know having to turn on Chilli and not also you know” Joe said
“ you know what” You asked
“Not being able to talk to you. You have no idea how long I have been wanting to talk to you and see you it killed me” Joe said
“It’s not fair that Cap thinks she can just dictate our personal lives you know I missed you to a lot I have been wanting to see you It killed me too not beng able to see you” You told him.
“I don’t want to bring you down with me” Joe said
“You wouldn’t do that I’m here for everything the good and the bad” You said grabbing his hand.
He took your hand and looked up at you and smiled and gave your hand a squeeze.
“I’m here for you always” you said to him
“I know and that’s the problem he said
Your face kind of dropped and it was hard not to feel hurt.
Joe noticed your face and took his other hand and grabbed your free one and squeezed both of them together.
“It’s not like that i don’t wanna drag you down with me I love you to much” He said
You gave him a surprised look followed by a smile
“You love me” You questioned
He laughed a little bit.
“I’m being serious” you said pouting
“I know me to I’m trying to tell you I love you. Like more than friends you know and I don’t wanna be the reason your career goes up in flames” He said
“Listen here Joe Velscao” you said
“Oh my whole government name it’s serious” Joe said smiling
“Shut the hell up and listen I love you so much and you are the best part of me and I am a better person and detective because of you know and I know it’s only been a couple of month but when you know you know and I just know” You said rambling towards the end.
Joe leaped towards you and kissed you hard. You kissed him back and you were both smiling in each other’s faces.
The kiss broke and he sat down.
“Listen Y/N i love you so much and like you said when you know you know and I do feel that way about you which is why I wanna protect you” Joe said
“I’m here i’m a big girl we are going to figure this out together but you gotta tell me the truth that stuff you said in the tapes was it true” You asked
“Yeah it is but to a point i’m clean I never touched drugs ever but with the dad and son Chilli covered my ass and I owe that to him to help and try and cover his” Joe said
“I know you feel like that but you also know what ever is going on in the past you gotta close the wound and it should be on your time not anyones else’s okay but you know what the right thing to do is” You said
“I know I know your right and i know what i gotta do i just don’t the accusations and the rush to judgement” Joe said
“I get that and I agree that’s not fair to you and you shouldn’t have to prove who you are after all the hard work you been doing. But this is where we are so you need to go and sit down and talk to Oliva and be honest with everything and let the cards fall where they do” You said
“Yeah you're probably right and I know it’s just hard actually doing it” Joe said
“I will go in with you tomorrow okay i got you. You won’t go in there alone.” You said
“Thank you” Joe said squeezing my hand
“Now let’s eat I’m hungry that’s the whole reason why i’m here” You said laughing
“Yes Ma’am” Joe said
The waitress came back over and the two of you ordered. Of course she knew what you were getting because it was the same old thing.
“So uh after this little confession is this considered a date” You asked
Joe’s face lit up red and he looked up at you and smiled.
“Nah trust me you deserve a much better place than this for our first official date” He said
“Oh you don’t know what you just walked yourself into. Because i am going to take you to the most expensive restaurant i can in New York” You said laughing
“Oh you the person who orders the most basic food ever you wouldn’t even eat the nice food so good luck with that” Joe said laughing
“Don’t worry about me” You said smirking.
You both couldn’t contain your laughter of that. Joe really loosened up and relaxed and you both dropped the work conversation after that. T
alking about everything from your favorite shows you would watch together.
The food came out just a little bit later and you both shoved your faces with food. It was either really good or you were really hungry.
The rest of the night you both laughed and talked. You also couldn’t help but wonder how Liv was going to take you defying her orders but that didn’t matter right now.
Because there is no one else you would rather be with than Joe. Nothing could keep the two of you apart from each other.
No matter what happed the two of you would always be there for each other
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Olivia Benson X Daughter reader
Summary: Y/N Benson is attacked on her way home, her Mum is not happy and Elliot is pissed.
TW: almost SA, description of almost rape, not much only the first part.
Third person pov...
14 year old Y/N Benson was on her way home from school, texting her friends as she walked, her bag on her back, she was heading to the station to meet her Mum so they could go home together.
As she walked she walked past a white man mid 20s, The instant she did she felt his eyes on her, it heightened her anxiety but she kept on walking, slowly she got out her phone from her pocket and began tapping on it.
The man then pushed himself away from the wall and began following the teen, he was tall, kept his head down.
Y/N looked behind her every few seconds while tapping on her phone.
She was planning to text her Mum and tell her what was happening, as she did she began quicker, she heard the man walk faster to catch up with her.
The H/C girl taps her Mums contact and begins typing, they had a code word for incidents like this.
"Hey there" comes voice from behind the girl scaring her. She turns quickly and hides her phone, the teen looks up it was the guy following her.
She stared at the man, not saying a word. This made the man angry, Y/N saw grit his teeth slightly, she then inches away slightly from him.
The guy keeps a friendly smile on his face as he looks at the young girl. "Sorry for scaring ya. Just wanted to ask if you could tell me where the library is?" He asks the girl, Y/N doesnt relax her legs tense she was ready to run if the guy posed as a threat.
She looks at the time on her phone her message to her Mum still open. Once seeing the time she looks back up. "Sorry can't help you" she says to the man unapologetic.
She turns to run but her wrist is grabbed, the mans grip was hard and it was painful. Y/N tried to wretch her arm away but it only made the grip on her wrist tighten, he was twisting her wrist a way it shouldn't go.
Tears at the corner of her eyes she tried to yell for help but one look from the guy said 'you scream and I break it' so she kept her mouth shut, with her hand gone she uses her other to try and text behind her back.
The guy sees this and grabs her phone, eyes in horror Y/N watches as he smashes her phone, struggling in his arms Y/N tries to wriggle away but isn't able to, she is then dragged into an alleyway.
She teenager tries to drag her feet but he is to strong, Tears in her eyes Y/Ns back is forced up again the wall, she begins scratching at the man, his hands , face anywhere she could reach. The guy takes it and pins her wrists to the wall.
He then slaps her face. "Stop struggling bitch! Or this will hurt" he yells at her, the teen freezes in fear, cheek turning a nasty red.
Smirking he begins trailing his free hand to her chest unbuttoning her school shirt, she looked away from him as he kept touching her, "Mummy" she cries quietly.
Thinking of her mum gave her the strength to open her eyes, she starts to stare, the creep looks up at her smirk gone at the new found fury in her eyes.
'Show no fear' she thinks, as she continues staring into his eyes. Luckily he let's go of her wrists, taking the chance Y/N swings her leg back and kicks him in thr groin.
"Fuck! You little bitch!" He yells holding his area, Y/N quickly rips out of his grasp, grabbing her bag she hits him one last time before running out of the alleyway not stopping until she got to the station.
Olivia was sat at her desk, her daughter was late. Looking at the clock again she became even more worried. Y/N should've been there 20 minutes ago.
Elliot waves at his partner from across the table. "Liv? Hello? Liv!" Liv shake sher head ans turns to Elliot. "Sorry El" she tells him.
Elliot shakes his head. "It'll right, are you okay?" He asks her, Olivia goes to answer but us cut off by something behind Elliot.
Face of horror, she stands from her desk and walks around Elliot towards the entrance, standing at the doors was a young girl, school shirt unbuttoned, shirt ruffled, bag barely hanging onto her shoudler, her face was a bright red turning purple.
"Y/N, baby what happened to you?" Before anyone knew it the young girl collapsed in a fit of sobs falling to her knees, Olivia bent to catch her in her arms. The girl only sobbed harder as she clung to the woman.
Liv tried to comfort her but was unsuccessful, eventually they were able to move the two into a room. Olivia sat with her daughter curled up on her lap still holding onto her neck.
Olivia rubbed her hand up and down
Y/Ns back, the girl was clearly traumatized, the team were worried.
"Y/N baby, you gotta tell me whats happened okay" she tells the girl, Y/N had calmed down alot since she was in her mother's arms.
Outside Elliot is pacing, he was worried about Y/N. He'd never seen her so upset before it scared him.
Inside Y/N pulled away from her Mums shoudler, sniffling she told her. Olivia was shocked, she was worried and she was pissed. "Baby, I'm so sorry that happened to you, I swear to god I will catch that bastard" she reassured the teen.
Eventually Y/N passed out from all her crying, Liv gave her a change of clothes a mix of her tshirt and Elliots sweatpants. The teen was currently asleep in the cots in the lockeroom.
Liv sits at her desk frozen as if in a trace, after what her daughter told her she didn't know what to think. As she sat El walked over to her.
"Liv, hey did Y/N tell you what happened?" He asks her, Liv shakes herself awake, the tears in her eyes scare Elliot, he kneels on the floor infront of her holding her hand gently.
"Liv-Ss-she told me she was almost raped" she cries, Elliot pulls her into a hug. If he didn't he would've smashed his fit into the table. "W-what" his throat dry.
Once Y/N was awake she gave them a description of the man who attacked her, she told them everything she rememberd she could never forget the way his hands felt or his piercing gaze.
Days later they caught the guy, attacking another young girl, before hand cuffing him Elliot and Liv managed to get a few good hits in for Y/N, all the team managed to get revenge for Y/N, Fin slammed him extra hard into the table in the interrogation room.
Munch made fun of the guy and told all his insecurities, Casey tore into him during his trail so bad he instantly pleaded guilty and got sent to prison for 20 years.
After that Liv made sure Y/N never walked home by herself again, always either with a friend or member of SVU. Y/N eventually recovered from the ordeal.
The end!
A rather angsty one hope you liked it, sorry for the wait, also for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.
Requests are open!
Word count: 1302
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Second Circle, Ch. 1
Pairing: Elizabeth Donnelly x f!reader, shades of Alex Cabot x Olivia Benson
Warnings: Smut, violence, references to alcoholism
Summary: “We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.”
Based on a request for Liz/f!reader's first time, and my own desire to write a series about Liz navigating romance amidst chaos. Loosely inspired by the events of 2x21 'Scourge' and a few details from 10x8 'Persona'.
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Although the wind rattled against the windows of the banquet hall and the pinprick lighting of the chandeliers overhead flickered, the murmur of the gala continued on.
The air vibrated, alive with the weight of the tension that had wracked the city in the past few weeks and no doubt fueled by the media machine cranking out headline after headline, each more sordid and gruesome than the last.
Melinda's grip tightened on your elbow as another group approached. Your heart quickened at the sight of short, gelled back blonde hair and the heady perfume that wafted over. Anxiety tore at your stomach with molten claws.
"Doc Warner, glad to see you've made it," a bloodhound of a man said, leading the pack. He gestured towards you with his whiskey glass. "Elliot and Olivia give you enough time to make friends outside the morgue? I must not be pushing them hard enough."
Melinda patted your back. Heavily lined brown eyes scoured you from behind the bloodhound, appraising the manner in which Melinda had touched you. A cold bead of sweat slid down the back of your neck.
"Always glad to see you on the right side of the concrete, Captain," The medical examiner teased. "Especially these days. But yes, believe it or not, I do have time to run in other circles."
A man with a voice as calm as the creek that ran beside your childhood home piped up.
"Pleased to finally get the chance to meet you," he said with an easy smile and a tip of the head. This man carried himself with a centeredness that was hard to come by, even across the crowd of New York City's top professionals that had congregated that evening. "I've heard about your efforts at Mercy General. I can't imagine what you've had to deal with as of late."
It was a line you'd heard plenty of variations of recently, but his sincerity seemed completely genuine. Although his eyes were warm, inviting pools of black ink, you couldn't shake the feeling that somehow he knew.
Melinda turned to you with a smile, oblivious.
"As you can probably tell, Dr. Huang is our resident psychiatrist," she said.
"And a fed, at that," came that harsh, staccato voice you had become attuned to. You bit at the inside of your cheek. The psychiatrist-fed's gentle smirk grew.
Thankfully, a pasty, bird boned blonde intruded, reaching out past Huang.
"Alexandra Cabot, assistant district attorney," she said, wasting no time.
You shook her hand, surprised at the strength of her grip. Studying her gaze, you got the sense that events like this were easier for her to navigate than they were for other members of the party. She sipped at her champagne lightly and looked around, her stare lingering on the elevators as if she either wanted to leave or wished for someone else to arrive.
"Can't forget her royal highness," the bloodhound Captain joked, gesturing to the woman you'd been struggling not to address.
Dr. Huang spoke again in earthen tones and an air of alacrity.
"There's no need to bother, Melinda. The only reason the Bureau Chief wouldn't have led the introductions," he paused, "is if this isn't a stranger to her."
Liz rolled her eyes. You subconsciously tugged at the sleeve of the sweater that hung a little past your fingertips.
"If you're so perceptive, Agent, then why did a sixth girl show up gutted like a fish at Grand Central this morning?"
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Liz Donnelly hated courtroom restrooms. She had since the 70's, in fact.
On this occasion, though, she tolerated the lavender soap and the lukewarm water as she used the mirror to study the other woman.
The younger woman next to her scrubbed underneath her nails with a precision so adroit it had to be practiced.
"If you're trying to scrub away evidence," the Bureau Chief piped up, "do me a favor and be less obvious."
The woman's eyes widened, eyebrows rising.
Liz leaned over and tugged playfully at the name tag dangling from the pocket on the woman's scrubs.
The woman paused.
"If you're trying to flirt with me," she finally whispered, "do me a favor and be more obvious."
The bathroom door swung on its hinges and in strode Olivia Benson, the SVU detective clearly in a tizzy and blind to the way the Bureau Chief and her conversation partner jumped apart like two opposing magnets. The strands on the back of her glossy brown pixie cut stuck up. As the detective ran a nervous hand through them again, Liz understood why.
"Got tired of listening to Cabot try to grill a child? Don't tell me she needs me back in there."
Benson shook her head, slumping against the paper towel dispenser.
"He got another one."
The detective muttered a quick apology, shifting aside to let the woman in scrubs dry her hands. Liz swallowed thickly.
"Sexually assaulted as well, I take it?"
Benson eyed the prosecutor. The detective nodded exasperatedly.
"She was an architect. Single, wasn't a user, friends are all model citizens." Benson sucked in her bottom lip and bit at it. "No vengeful ex-boyfriend, at that. Seems she had a gambling habit, but I've know plenty of girls who play the ponies, and all of them are still very much alive."
"However disparate these murders seem, there has to be a connection. Better make good use of that overtime, or you'll have more blood on your hands," Liz jabbed, gesturing towards the sink.
The detective's brow furrowed.
"So this is the support we're going to get from our new Bureau Chief? How the hell are-"
Benson paused awkwardly as the woman in scrubs shuffled out the door, paying no mind to the quick finger waggling wave she threw at the prosecutor.
Liz managed a brief smile.
Benson looked towards the door, then back at the wiry woman before her in the starched black pantsuit.
Had there been a window in this particular courtroom restroom, Liz had half a mind to climb out it herself.
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The bloodhound, whom you now knew as Cragen, thumbed the facets of his whiskey glass at the sound of the announcement.
A gentleman in a well-pressed suit and white gloves had called out across the banquet hall. The gala wouldn't be ending at its scheduled time, due to "inclement weather conditions", meaning the whole ordeal was to proceed for who knows how long. Fortunately, the waitstaff were headed back with fresh bottles and hor d'oeuvres as an apology for the inconvenience.
"I don't mean to pry, but does this have anything to do with-"
He cut you off with a somber shake of his head. He turned to face you, the capillaries webbing along the corners of his eyes swollen.
"This is news to me."
Cragen turned and headed back to the bar with a sniffle.
"They're doing a reasonable job of keeping everyone occupied, at least," came an even voice from behind you.
Huang joined your side. Jet black pools still held a mirthful twinkle.
"Tell me something. How long have you and the prosecutor been involved with each other?"
"This is the first time Ms. Cabot and I have met," you stammered.
"You know that's not who I meant," he countered with a soothing grin. "Forgive my intrusion. You don't have to answer, if you don't want to."
The psychiatrist's musings were an unexpected relief to you. You felt the dam within your chest begin to burst, allowing you to finally speak on something you had kept locked up to yourself these past few weeks.
"I'll forgive you, but only if you tell me how you knew," you laughed, tension evaporating from the edge of your voice.
Huang nodded to himself.
"That's not your sweater."
You lowered your glass.
"It's too long in the arms," he said, gesturing freely. Huang was one of the few who had not been drinking.
"It's not like I have much time to see a tailor," you tried to riposte.
"True, but the odds that you and Donnelly wear the same perfume are not favorable," he said with an air of one revealing a royal flush. "My guess is that either she gave the sweater to you, or you're wearing it out of convenience. Alternatively, she could've asked you to wear it, knowing you'd cross paths tonight. She appears to be rather domineering, so that would not surprise me if it were the case."
It took everything in you to fight back the heat that rose in your cheeks at the bounce of his eyebrow.
"You make a hobby out of judging women's perfume?"
"I was a profiler in another life. It was more than a hobby to judge everything about a person." Huang's gaze followed Cragen as he made his way through the crowd across the room.
"Makes for a good party trick, I'll give you that."
Huang paused before turning back to you. His expression held an odd seriousness to it now.
"I get the sense that I'm not the only one playing party tricks tonight."
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Alex Cabot hadn't known Elizabeth for long, but she already didn't care to know the woman much longer.
The younger prosecutor checked her Cartier watch once more, eager for any distraction at this point. Somehow, neither clock hand had so much as budged. She squeezed her eyes shut amidst the bubbling conversation of the crowd in the godforsaken hall and thought of wide, chocolate brown puppy dog eyes and pixie cuts, of handcuffs and coffee cups.
"Alexandra, that look is not becoming on someone like you," an airy tone wafted over.
Lena Petrovsky, New York Supreme Court judge. Fuck. At this rate, she half expected Barry Moredock to round the corner and lecture her about some constitutional disservice she also happened to be encouraging this evening.
"Running all-nighters with the SVU shouldn't be taxing on someone from Harvard Law. But really, you look like hell, try to get some rest after this circus," Petrovsky said, gesturing around them. "You won't be of any use to the city if you keep burning the candle at both ends."
Alex opened her mouth to speak, but a harsh voice speared through her.
"From what I've seen so far, Ms. Cabot is no stranger to circuses," Donnelly jeered.
Alex was certain some snide joke about her courtroom performances was incoming, but she paused, shrieks cutting through the crowd behind them.
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"This just in: at approximately 11:07 tonight, NYPD discovered the body of a young woman in Central Park. The cause of death? A large wound along the victim's neck, a similar M.O. to the recent string homicides that have shocked the city this past month. Although signs of sexual assault were present, no information is available yet as to the identity of the perpetrator. Investigators have identified the victim as local self-portraitist..."
Liz looped her arm around your shoulders, tugging you out of the bar and onto the street.
"I am not ruining one of the rare nights we both have to ourselves with more of that fear-mongering," she said. You shifted under the weight of the fur coat she shared with you, pressing yourself against her side. Although her voice was firm, you could tell she was rattled. She led you past throngs of men and women in pressed shirts and cocktail dresses, club promoters, and a man stumbling toward you with a box of pamphlets.
"They didn't call me in," you mused. Your brows knitted in confusion.
Liz grabbed hold of your chin.
"And they won't," she seemed to command into reality through sheer force of will alone. She brushed her thumb across your lips. Rain gently began to fall overhead. The lights of the cabs clogging the street blurred.
You leaned forward, slipped her thumb into your mouth, and lightly sucked on it.
The prosecutor smirked. You were pleased with the fact that she appeared slightly taken aback by your boldness.
"Come on," she said with a gaze that told you she was a thousand miles away already.
You felt her breath hot against your ear as she tugged you into the back seat of a nearby town car.
"I have something else for you to suck on."
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"Top her off," Cragen said to the bartender, tilting his glass across the counter.
Across the room, the band still played. The peeling notes of the saxophone reverberated across the inside of his skull. A dull throb continued to pound at the back of his eyes.
Looking down into the amber liquid, Cragen studied the panes of glass that stretched across the ceiling. More rain, more wind.
He couldn't kill in this.
Cragen took a swig.
Elliot and Olivia were still at the station, sifting through tips and folders full of supposed eyewitness accounts. Munch was no doubt trying his best to hold down the fort, but even his endurance, battle-tested over years in Baltimore homicide, was waning.
The brass thought maintaining appearances would comfort the public, although the Captain wondered how all of this pomp and circumstance could reassure anyone but those New York elites with the most fragile of egos.
He took another sip, turning back to watch ADA Cabot and Dr. Huang engaged in what appeared to be a heated argument. At least, heated on the blonde's end. Nearby, Doc Warner was caught in Judge Petrovsky's line of fire. He chuckled into his glass, thankful not to be in the good doctor's shoes.
Further off, Donnelly and the woman Melinda had introduced the group to were headed towards the restrooms. Cragen squinted. The Bureau Chief, with all five foot something's worth of bluster, was leading the other woman hand in hand. Something Arthur Branch had told him once made him chuckle.
Cragen went to take the final swig of his whiskey to finish off the glass, but noticed it was still full.
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You stumbled through the doorway of Liz's brownstone, her hands quick to pull down your skirt. The door slammed shut. Her mouth pressed hot kisses up the side of your throat. Deceptively strong hands gripped at your ass.
"Upstairs," she husked.
Something fluttered in your stomach.
Although you had gotten used to the feeling of the prosecutor's clever tongue in your mouth after a couple coffee dates, the two of you had yet to cross the threshold, so to speak.
Her hands guided you around the corner and up the flight of stairs, toying at the back of your bra. The sensation of her fingers trailing down your spine broke your brain. There could be no anxieties at this point, no thoughts for that matter, only Elizabeth Donnelly and her teeth at your throat and her pillows now pressed up against the back of your head.
The prosecutor leaned over you, nudging your legs aside. She began to drag her knuckle up and down the rapidly dampening fabric that clung to your slit. Heavily lidded brown eyes met yours.
"God Liz, I need you...I need it..."
You were embarrassed at the whine, embarrassed with how wet you already were for the woman.
"Need what?" her voice came coolly. She paused her ministrations to press a finger up against your hole. "This?"
You squeezed your eyes shut.
"Please..."
Liz chuckled and hiked up the sleeve of her blazer.
"Since you beg so pretty," she said, "I guess I'll have to oblige."
You felt her tug your panties to the side, the sensation of her pressing a few quick kisses all across your mound and lips sending your heart into a spiral. Shortly afterwards, she helped you kick out of them, and her hands slid up to caress the insides of your thighs.
Liz dragged her tongue up through your folds, praising how good you tasted. You moaned unabashedly now, desperation rising to a fever pitch.
"So impatient," she teased from between your legs as she lapped at you. You fought back another whine, the cry dying in your throat as you felt her climb up the bed and tug your body against her. She snaked a hand between your legs and slid a finger into you.
"Fuck, you're tight," her voice strained against a few strands of hair matted against your ear.
Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you tried to reply.
"Speak up, sweetheart," she cooed, easing another finger into you.
"I want you to stretch me," you panted, clinging to lucidity.
She bit at your earlobe with a growl, a third finger slipping inside you now. Your head spun at as you felt yourself adjust to take even more of her. The air was now thick with the wet, wanton sounds of her pumping inside you. With each thrust, she stroked at a spot inside you that brought you closer and closer to your peak.
"I-I can't last much longer," you sputtered. You pressed back against her, hips rocking up into her palm. She sucked at a patch of skin underneath your jaw.
"Then cum for me," Liz said, beginning to stroke her thumb along your clit. She curled her fingers inside you and allowed you to roll your thighs against her hand.
The tension gripping your body snapped, your mind careening into the darkness as waves of pleasure rushed over you. Liz kept up her pace, pressing light kisses across your face. She talked you through your orgasm in crisp, honeyed tones in a manner you'd spend the next few days dwelling over.
When your heart finally calmed, she withdrew her hand, savoring the taste of you as she rose up off the bed. You watched her with a confused look, eyes straining against the shadows that cloaked the bedroom.
Her hand threaded into your hair, cupping the back of your scalp. Suddenly, she met you from the side of the bed.
You felt her pull you towards her, your face soon nuzzling up against the fabric of her slacks.
She tugged her zipper open with her free hand.
You wasted no time in starting to cover her panties in kisses, rewarded with a groan as she lolled her head back.
"That's a good girl," she said, voice straining. "Keep it up."
You reached up and tugged them down, lips wrapping around her clit. She laced both hands in your hair, pulling you closer. You leaned up, catching a glimpse of her through heavy lashes.
A thumb caressed your cheek.
"I can't wait to cum all over that pretty face."
You sucked harder.
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Liz led you towards the restrooms, which were just outside the banquet hall in a hallway not so generously lit. The darkness served the mood well, though. Her mind wandered to thoughts of herself draped over your back, your legs parted wide enough for you to try taking her strap, her hips rutting into you with a ferocity that'd leave you with bruises she was proud to give you.
She wasn't sure if it was the booze or the fatigue calling the shots at this point, but neither prevented her from noticing your hand tugging free from her grasp.
The prosecutor turned in time to catch sight of a white glove cover your mouth.
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Can I tell you something? CloseFriend!Olivia Benson X Reader
Request: I know you prolly get a ton of these but could you do a (Y/N) x Olivia Benson. Here’s kinda what I was thinking. Y/N was kidnapped for several months, sexually abused, and tortured. Y/N escapes and makes it to Olivia to tell her everything that has happened. Over the past several months. But you can add a twist or two to it. Could it not be like in lovers, but just really close friends
A/N: Guess who came back from the dead! I hope you like it and I'm so sorry it took so long.
Warnings: kidnapping, abuse, beatings, inexplicit mentions of sexual assault, flashback, arson
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Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Another day...
Another beating.
Oh how you wish it would end.
“He came in drunk today,” you observed as he stumbled down the dimly-lit room, his movements unsteady and erratic. He weaved back and forth, struggling to maintain his balance with each unsteady step. His arms hung limply at his sides, and his shoulders were hunched. His glazed eyes searched the room, darting back and forth as if searching for something that eluded him and finally found yours. His breath was heavy and labored as he made his way over to the corner you were hunched over in. With each step, he stumbled and swayed, his feet scraping against the pavement as he fought to stay upright. He muttered to himself, his words slurred and indecipherable, and you closed you eyes ready for whatever it was he would do to you today. Your breath came in short, ragged gasps as you tried to calm the pounding of your heart. You were so tired and weak, there was no use in fighting anymore.
You braced yourself, ready for the blow, but it never came. You heard a loud thud and opened your eyes to see his limp body on the floor.
He had passed out.
You sat there frozen as it hit you.
You could escape.
You mustered all the strength you could as you stood up. He had gotten rid of the chains long ago, you had become to weak to fight back, so now with a deep breath, you made your way upstairs your heart pounding in your chest.
You knew you had to be careful, move quickly and quietly.
You were going to be free.
That thought gave you the strength to keep going, to push through the fear and uncertainty, and to make your way towards freedom.
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"We miss you! Where have you been?"
You were currently on a FaceTime call with Liv. You smiled hoping it didn't look too forced.
"I know I miss you guys too. I've been traveling. You know, just taking some time to explore the world and see new things."
Olivia looked skeptical. "Really? That's great, but it seems like a long time to be gone without a word."
You bit your lip, feeling the weight of the lie you were telling. "Yeah, I know. It's just been hard to stay in touch with everything going on you know with cell reception and all."
Olivia's expression softened. "Is everything okay, Y/N? You seem...different."
Your heart rate quickened. You weren't the best actor after all. You weren't ready to tell her.
Not yet.
"Liv I have to go, my...," you looked up and made it seem like someone was calling you, "uber ride just got got here and they're telling me to hurry."
Liv sighed before giving you a small smile, not fully convinced. "Alright. Call me when you come home."
"I will," you said before hanging up.
You sighed as you went back to the kitchen.
You were traveling...
but not they way you had told Liv.
You were hiding.
You weren't ready to face the world. Not after everything that had happened. You knew it wasn't you fault but yet...you felt as though it was all your fault.
You had stayed in this house for weeks after you had escaped. Every time you went out you felt dread and anxiety. You didn't trust the world anymore.
And so here you were, cleaning. You had spent weeks cleaning every inch of the house, wiping the grime off the walls and floors, dusting every piece of furniture, throwing out the food that had spoiled in the fridge. You had finally finished. You moved to the corner to pick up a dirty rag, and a sudden sense of dread grips you. You are hit with a flashback so strong it feels like you're living it all over again.
You're blindfolded, your hands tied behind your back. You're sitting on a cold, hard floor, and you can feel the rough texture of the blanket beneath you. You try to scream, but a gag is tied tightly around your mouth, suffocating you.
The memory is so vivid that it takes you a moment to realize it's not real. You're safe. You try to calm your shaky short breaths, but as you look around the room, everything starts to fall into place. The stains on the wall, the cracks in the ceiling, the position of the door, all match that room.
That room that had taken just about everything from you.
Your panic consumed you like a wildfire, burning hotter and higher with each passing moment. It was as if you were engulfed in flames, your body unable to find any respite from the searing heat. Your thoughts were like sparks flying in all directions, each one threatening to ignite another inferno within you. Your heart raced like a raging inferno, its beat erratic and unsteady. Sweat dripped down your face, as if your body was trying to extinguish the flames within. You felt like you were suffocating, the heat and smoke overwhelming your senses. You struggled to breathe, your throat parched and dry as if it had been scorched by the fire. Your mind raced with memories of the past, each one a scorching ember that threatened to ignite a new blaze of panic within you. You can't believe you're back here, in the same room where you endured so much pain and suffering. You feel like you're suffocating, just like you did when the gag was in your mouth.
You ran out of the house as if it were ablaze, your heart pounding in your chest. Once outside, you stumbled to a halt, gasping for air. But as you took in deep breaths, your lungs burned with each breath, and you coughed violently, as if trying to expel smoke from your body.
The world around you swirled, a dizzying blur of colors and shapes, as if you were still caught in the midst of the flames. You stumbled forward, trying to steady yourself, but your legs felt like they were made of rubber.
You leaned against a nearby tree, trying to catch your breath. Tears streamed down your face, stinging your eyes like smoke. You closed your eyes, trying to calm your racing heart and mind, but the memories of the past threatened to reignite the flames of panic within you.
Slowly, you regained control of your breathing, each inhale and exhale feeling less strained than the last. The smoke in your lungs dissipated, replaced by fresh air, and you felt a sense of relief wash over you.
You opened your eyes and looked around, taking in your surroundings with a renewed sense of clarity. You took a deep breath, and with each exhale, you let go of a little bit more of the fear and panic that had held you captive for so long.
It was time.
Time to finally say something.
Your heart raced as you dialed Olivia's number on your phone. You knew you couldn't keep the truth hidden forever.
When Olivia picked up the phone, you took a deep breath. "Hey, Liv," you said, your voice trembling slightly. "Can I tell you something?"
"Is everything okay?"
You hesitated. "Not really," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just...I need to talk to someone. And I trust you."
You heard concern lace Liv's voice. "Of course, Y/N. Whatever you need, I'm here for you."
You took another deep breath, struggling to find the right words. "I...I haven't been honest with you, Liv. About why I've been gone for so long."
"What do you mean, Y/N? Where have you been? Are you okay? Do you need me to come tell get you?"
You shook your head. "I can't really say yet. But...something happened to me, Liv. Something I never thought would happen to me. And I'm ready to talk to someone about it."
You took a deep breath, gathering your courage to speak. "Liv, I need to tell you what happened." You could feel Liv's concern as she listened attentively. It felt like she was right there with you, even though you were miles apart. "I was held captive, Liv. For months. I was abused, tortured..." Your voice trailed off as tears welled up in your eyes. It was hard to relive the memories, but you knew you had to tell her. "I escaped, but I'm still dealing with the aftermath. The flashbacks, the panic attacks. It's like I'm still trapped in that place."
After you finish telling Olivia about what happened to you, she takes a deep breath and her voice hardens. "Y/N, I'm so sorry that happened to you. But I want you to know that you don't have to go through this alone. We will get you justice."
You can feel tears welling up in your eyes as she says those words. Justice is something you had never even considered as a possibility before. But with Olivia by your side, it feels as though it's within reach.
"Liv, I don't even know where to start," you say, feeling overwhelmed.
"It's okay, we'll figure it out together," she responds. "I know it's not going to be easy, but we have to try. You deserve justice, Y/N. And we're going to make sure you get it. Come home."
With Olivia's unwavering support, you feel a sense of hope for the first time in months.
You make your way to your car, a new sense of courage overtaking you. As you drove away, you heard the sound of raw and guttural pain carried through the air, distant yet distinct.
You were going to leave it all behind.
You smiled, knowing Liv would do everything she could to make sure you got justice.
Even if justice had already been served.
As you entered the highway, sirens blared past you, you looked at your rearview mirror, the large smoke clouds taking over most of the sky.
Justice had indeed been served.
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Hey everyone! It's been quiteeeee a while since I've posted. It's been hard with life going on and there were days I wasn't sure if I would make it. I was so unmotivated and considered just not writing anymore. Ive found hope in those around me so I hope to come back strong :)
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The Sounds of Justice (6)
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).
Dutch translations from Google Translate:
Het spijt me dat ik je stoor. Mag ik alsjeblieft je telefoon gebruiken? - I'm sorry to bother you. Can I please use your phone?
Je bent hier veilig. - You're safe here.
Haast u niet. - Don't rush/Take your time.
Dankuwel. - Thank you (formal).
Chapter 6
Your awareness returned to you in a rush of thoughts. You weren’t sure how long you had been unconscious. An hour? Two? What had happened to Sonny? Had he been dosed with the same drugs that you had? Or had he been simply knocked unconscious? You hoped it was the latter.
And what did the man who drugged you mean by “You’re lucky the boss wants you alive and mostly uninjured?” You had so many questions and you knew that you wouldn’t get any answers by lying where you were and giving in to the fear that your tumultuous thoughts were slowly feeding.
You couldn’t hear any indicators that anyone was in the room with you but to be absolutely positive, you cracked an eye open as silently as you dared. Your vision was blurry however that cleared within two heartbeats and with your opened eye, you looked in front of you. You opened your other eye and looked to the left and the right before examining the area behind you.
Fortunately, there was nobody there. You took note of your surroundings and after it registered that you were apparently still in the warehouse, you braced yourself on your knees and stood up. Your legs trembled alarmingly and you seriously thought that you were going to fall. Your fear returned and it was stronger this time.
“Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear – not absence of fear.” You breathed. Whispering the quote from Mark Twain helped to distract your brain from the sense of fear that you were feeling and your breathing eased.
You mouthed the words of the quote twice more before you felt composed enough to begin making your way around the warehouse to search for Sonny. All the lessons from the NCIS training that you experienced as a probationary agent came whooshing back. You moved quietly back the way you had come and you spied yours and Sonny’s weapons discarded in front of the locked warehouse doors.
As you drew closer to them, you noticed a familiar shape lying between you and the weapons starting to stir.
“Sonny.” You uttered in a quiet exhale.
The detective let out a groan and then promptly covered his mouth. His blue eyes darted around the warehouse jerkily and he sagged in relief when he noticed that you were the only other person in the warehouse.
“Are you hurt?” He questioned quietly.
Your admiration and respect for the man grew. He was just knocked out and his first question was about your welfare. You shook your head, “I know how the victims are drugged. They did it to me but I think it’s mostly worn off. Either that or I was given a lower dose. Our attacker said something about his boss wanting me alive and mostly uninjured. Did he…?”
Sonny knew you meant your attacker. He was about to respond to your question when the both of you heard a car door slam and footsteps approach the entrance to the warehouse. Sonny put a finger to his lips and looked longingly at his gun that was lying a few centimetres away. You understood his desire to scoop up his gun but neither of you could risk making any sound and grabbing your guns to arm yourself might draw the attacker’s attention to you. And that would lead to an even worse scenario than the situation you and Sonny found yourselves in.
A voice reached your ears and you realised that your assailant had stopped on the other side of the door. You heard him rattle off two sets of numbers in another language and you wished you understood what they were. Because of your time with Tony, you were able to identify some of the numbers and the fact that your assailant was counting in Italian.
“After we solve this case, I’m gonna bribe Tony to teach me Italian. If that doesn’t work; I’ll teach myself.”
You looked over at Sonny and watched as his hand traced shapes on the cold concrete. With a sudden burst of clarity, you inferred that Sonny could communicate in Italian and he was tracing the numbers on the concrete so that they would stick in his memory.
Then the numbers became words and the words became a one-sided conversation. They sounded different as if the assailant had switched languages. You watched as Sonny mouthed the words as your assailant said them. You sent up a prayer of thanks to any deity that was listening for pairing you and Sonny together on this mission.
The conversation stopped and you switched your gaze from Sonny to your guns that were lying just out of reach. Again, you fought the temptation to grab them. You waited for any sound that would give you a clue as to what was happening on the other side of the door and then finally, you heard a car door creaking open, slamming shut and an engine starting.
You waited a few more heartbeats and listened as the sound of the car grew softer and softer. Throwing caution to the winds, your arm snapped forwards and you snatched the pistols from the ground.
You closed your eyes and breathed out a disappointed sigh as you felt how light they were. “He took out the bullets,” you groaned as you handed Sonny his pistol.
“And we left our phones back at the station,” Sonny chimed in.
“Perfect.” You grimaced, flexing your right leg. Something hard pressed against your right ankle. It took far too long for you to remember what it was but when you did, a plan started forming in your mind.
You pulled up the right leg of your pants and pulled down your sock. “Saving the day as always, boss.” You grinned as you gripped the hilt of your hidden knife.
“Your boss encourages you to hide a knife on your body?” Sonny asked in amazement.
“It’s Rule 9.” You answered.
“Of course.” Sonny said wryly, rolling his eyes. “Why am I not surprised?”
Next, you checked your gun, “Our attacker left the firing pin in.” Your grin grew broader as you removed the pin.
Cottoning on to your plan, Sonny stood up and walked over to the doors. There was a small gap that was letting some light in and you could see a heavy padlock hanging on a metal chain in the middle of the two doors. Sonny slid his hand through the gap and grabbed the padlock. He angled it towards you and you were about to use your knife and firing pin when Sonny offered you the firing pin from his gun.
“This might work better.”
Touched by his gesture, you hid the knife behind your sock again and rolled down your pant leg before accepting the offered object.
“So did your boss teach you how to pick locks too?” Sonny asked.
“No. Another agent did that.” You responded as you remembered Kate. Thanks to her lessons, it didn’t take you long to pick the lock and once the lock was open, you unhooked the padlock and detangled the chain. With a strong push from Sonny, the doors swung open and the two of you stumbled into the fading sunlight.
Sonny held up a hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight, “I’d say we’ve got about two hours before sunset.” He estimated and then he looked around the street. “Not much is open but I know that there’s a Dutch restaurant one block from here. The only problem might be the language barrier. The owners are on the older side and because they’re not technically open for business yet, they may not talk in English, only Dutch.”
“That’s not a problem. We’ll head there. You just keep concentrating on what you overheard while our assailant was talking.”
Sonny directed you to the Dutch restaurant and just as he predicted, the elderly couple that ran the place answered the door and greeted you both in Dutch.
Their eyes lit up when you responded in the same language and they beckoned you in, ushering you to a booth. They murmured about how you didn’t look well.
“Het spijt me dat ik je stoor. Mag ik alsjeblieft je telefoon gebruiken?” You asked.
The man nodded and brought you their phone. He then disappeared into the kitchen while the lady sat down in the same spot that her husband did. Your fingers shook as you tried to dial Gibbs’ number. Noticing this, the woman spoke.
“Je bent hier veilig.” She assured you. “Haast u niet.”
Exhaling, you tried to dial Gibbs’ number again. This time your fingers cooperated and the call went through.
“Gibbs.”
“Boss.” You were so relieved that you thought you would burst.
“Where the hell are you Agent? Abby’s been trying to reach you and Carisi! She figured out that the drug is a chemical compound of synthetic alcohol and Doxacurium! You left your phones here and then you and Carisi went off the grid.” You winced at the reminder that you had left your phones behind and you had unthinkingly broken Rule 3 while Sonny had unknowingly broken it.
“We took the call about another potential victim but we were ambushed at the warehouse. Sonny was knocked out and his attacker force fed me some drugged lollies. I’m pretty sure that the drug has almost completely left my system.”
You could picture the expression on your boss’ face. Worry would have transformed into rage the second you mentioned you and Sonny being ambushed. His mouth would be set in a thin line and he would have glared at everyone to be quiet as he listened to what you had to say.
“After I came to we realised that the doors were chained and locked shut so I picked the lock using the firing pins from our guns. Our attacker took out the bullets and left the empty guns in the warehouse with us. I’m going to put Sonny on the phone. Our assailant spoke Italian as he dialled a number on his phone and then he had a conversation in another language.”
“It was Spanish,” Sonny added helpfully as you handed him the phone. Needing no prompting, Sonny launched into the translated version of the conversation that he’d overheard after explaining to Gibbs that while he can communicate fluently in Italian and was able to identify the numbers that your attacker muttered as he dialled (Sonny relayed those to Gibbs), he could only get most of the conversation not the finer points due to some words being different.
As Sonny talked, the man came back from the kitchen holding two glasses of Kwast and some bread rolls with butter. He put the glasses along with sandwich plates and forks and knives in front of you and Sonny and looked at you two watchfully as Sonny hung up the phone.
Judging by the expression that Sonny wore, he understood that now was the time to thank his hosts and eat and drink. You received the same message.
Sonny leant over to you, “How do you say thank you in Dutch?”
“The best word to use in this context would be Dankuwel.” You whispered back.
The two of you spoke at the same time “Dankuwel.”
“Not bad.” The man commented. “You speak Nederlands well.” He said to you. “You,” he faced Sonny. “Need some more practice. Keep at it.”
“Eat. Drink.” His wife commanded severely. “We will keep an eye on you.”
She and her husband left the two of you alone and Sonny looked at the two of them nervously as they stood at the counter.
“What did Gibbs say?” You asked, taking a sip of your Kwast. The hot beverage slid down your throat easily and you hummed at the honey and lemon flavours.
“He told me to tell you that we should sit tight. They’re gonna track the numbers. I heard Torres in the background talking about using an app called “Find My Phone.” Apparently it works even if the phone is off.”
“It does.” You confirmed. “I’ve used it in the past.”
“Gibbs was quiet when I was talking.” Sonny revealed. “Is that a bad sign?”
“That means he’s processing. He usually gets like that before an interrogation.”
“Let me guess. You have a rule for not interrupting your boss during an interrogation.” Sonny took a long sip of his Kwast and looked at the glass in shock. You chuckled at his surprised expression.
“I wasn’t expecting it to taste like this.” Sonny divulged. “I meant it in a good way. It’s sweet and pleasant.” He added when he saw the look on your face.
“To answer your question, yes. That’s Rule 22.”
“Maybe I should start creating my own set of rules.”
“Sounds like a plan. You already know my first one.”
“And now I’ve got mine. Never go on a callout without eating something first.” Sonny used a knife to cut a roll in half and he used the same knife to butter the halves of the roll before lifting it to his mouth and taking a bite.
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Game of Survival: Part 1
After tragedy strikes Rafael Barba’s little sister moves back to New York City for a fresh start. Will she be able to move on with the help of her loving big brother and perhaps find happiness with a certain lieutenant in SVU.
Hey lovlies. I know its been forever, but I had this idea for a series and I just had to write it.
Series takes place at the beginning of season 18 of Law and Order: SVU and has references to One Chicago. Reader is canonicallly bisexual and in her mid-thirties.
Pairings: Olivia Benson x Barba Reader Sonny Carisi x Rafael Barba
Header belongs to me.
You let out a small sigh as you took in the familiar office that you’d not stepped foot in for over a year. Taking in the cozy office of your older brother you settled on the comfy brown couch knowing it would probably be a while before he came back from court.
He was always busy that didn’t mean that he didn’t have time for you, given you lived hours away and you both worked insane hours.
You usually didn’t hear from each other apart from a weekly phone call whenever you both had time which didn’t seem often these days.
Glancing down at your phone your e/c eyes landed on the different apartment listings that you’d been scanning through.
Nothing had caught your eye in all honesty this had been a spare whim of the moment decision one that you’d not regret.
You’d needed a change. A change had been needed for a while and you’d finally decided it was time, time to head home and start over and get a fresh start so to speak.
Severide and Casey had helped you pack up your things over the weekend and you’d made the long drive from Chicago back to New York with nothing but your car and a small U-Haul.
A deep huff fell from your lips as you found the couch growing more comfortable by the minute the long drive catching up with you.
The next thing you knew you were being startled awake as Rafael’s surprised voice filled your ears stirring you from the dreamless slumber you’d fallen into.
“Y/N? Y/N Wake up. What the hell are you doing here?” Your older brother retorts his voice holding so many questions ever the lawyer.
You groaned opening your eyes finding your big brother of nine years sitting beside you on the couch. He was dressed in one of his well-tailored suits his light brown hair combed back in a neat style.
“Hi, Rafa. Sorry, I fell asleep. It was a long drive. Ummm. I’m back in New York permanently this time. I moved out of Kelly’s place this weekend and drove the twelve and a half hours straight through.” You said knowing your brother was processing what you’d told him his mind was always a step ahead of the conversation.
He knew that the past few years had been hard for you and that ever since the incident you’d been trying to pick up the shattered pieces of your life.
What was left of it. How you’d been able to keep going at all had been a surprise to you.
It was evident the only reason you’d made it this far was the love and support of your family and friends. Those closest to you the people you considered family had helped you through the roughest time of your life they’d helped you pick up the pieces and try to throw your life back together.
Rafael sat there for a moment glancing over at you with a concerned brotherly brow.
He knew it had been hard for you after you’d lost Leslie, you’d been a broken shell of the woman you once were.
The woman who had a ferocity and a fire in you a fierceness that hadn’t dimmed even with the rough life you’d come from had disappeared.
You were softer now than you’d once been quiet and calm, gentle, they’d always been attributes you’d carried yet they seemed to control you these days.
Rafael had been surprised when you’d told him of your plans to go from paramedic to police officer after losing your fiancé several years prior.
He’d worried his mami and abuelita had worried, yet you’d managed to pass through the academy with flying colors and soon became a damn good cop with an even better reputation.
“Well, this is entirely unexpected but it's great to see you Hermana.” Rafael purred pulling you into a tight hug pressing a kiss to your head as you clung to him finding comfort in his embrace.
“I take it you don’t have an apartment or anything settled out yet which is fine. You can stay with me until you find a place.”
“But what about Son-“ You started not at all wanting to impose on your brother and his boyfriend who was over at Rafael’s so much you were surprised that your brother hadn’t asked him to move in yet.
That wasn’t any of your business and you really weren’t the best person to come to when it came to relationships or relationship advice.
Your big brother’s voice filled your ears startling you from your thoughts that had been getting away from you over the past few weeks.
That’s another reason you’d decided to move the city was too different, too quiet, and no matter where you look Leslie was everywhere.
A change had been necessary, you’d wanted to heal actually heal, and being with your family had seemed like the best way to go about that.
“Oh don’t worry about Sonny. You know he loves you. You’ve gotten along. You staying with me won’t be an issue.
I’m sure you’d much rather stay with me than mami anyways.” He chuckled knowing your mother would have his head if she heard his comment.
“Alright, Rafa I’ll stay with you if you insist.” You sighed pulling out of your big brother’s hold rolling your eyes at him.
Rafael could be many things a sassy pain in the ass for starters, but he’d been the best big brother ever since Lucia had taken you in and adopted you when you were eight years old.
Even though Rafael was nine years older he’d always made time for you and though you were close with your mother you and Rafael had been thick as thieves for as long as you could remember.
“I do insist just like I insist on taking you to lunch. Come on. When’s the last time you’ve had a decent meal?” Your big brother quipped raising the infamous Barba brow in your direction.
A sigh fell off your lips Rafael knew you better than anyone having a little sister who was a first responder and working the crazy hours you did you’d often forgotten to eat.
“Last night…” The words tumbled out of your mouth as Rafael’s face hardened giving you a knowing expression forcing a deep huff from your lips as you continue.
“Okay technically it was the night before Herman and the rest of the gang threw me a going away party at Molly’s.” The words tumbled out of your mouth as you stood standing to your feet as Rafael walked you out.
The light brown-haired man rolled his eyes knowing an order of your favorite Chinese food was calling your name.
“Come on let's get some food into you before you blow away or pass out on me.” Rafael sighed throwing an arm around your shoulders as he led you toward the elevators.
“Rafa I’m fine. You act as though I don’t eat. Trust me when I can I do. You know this. I have the Barba genes maybe not literally but metaphorically.
With Abuelita and Mami’s cooking, it was only a matter of time before I become a foodie just like yours truly.” The words tumbled from your mouth as you gave the man a once over followed by your first real smile ever since you’d stepped foot back into your hometown.
“I’m not a foodie.” Your brother sassed knowing that he actually was a foodie and when he’d started dating Sonny that had only intensified. It didn’t help the chatty Italian man was an exceptional cook and one of his main love languages was acts of service.
You were grateful that Rafael had found someone like Sonny, he was warm and loving and made sure that Rafael was taken care of and you appreciated it more than he’d ever know.
It had been hard being away from your family for so many years, but when the opportunity presented itself to move to Chicago alongside joining Firehouse 51 you’d been unable to say no.
Back then you’d been a fresh-faced twenty-four-year-old who was ready to pursue your dream of being a paramedic and saving lives.
Now after a decade in Chicago you were back in New York for a fresh start you knew this would be good for you and that’s what Leslie would have wanted for you as well.
She’d have wanted you to be happy and continue your life not wallowing in the grief that had been all-consuming for the past two years.
You owed it to yourself and you owed it to her to find happiness again. That’s what she’d wanted for you to enjoy living again even with her gone.
It was the only way you knew to keep her memory alive. You needed to start living again and maybe in time you would.
Going out for dinner with your big brother was a good start you felt much calmer as you leant into Rafael’s side glad that you had such a strong support system behind you.
#law and order svu#one chigago#law and order x reader#olivia benson x reader#rafael barba x reader#leslie shay#barisi#matt casey#kelly severide#christopher herrmann#chicago fire x reader#sonny carisi
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Sonny Carisi: Second Chances, Part One
WC: 1739
TW: Angst; break-ups.
AN: This is part of a mini-series. The rest can be found here.
AN2: This first part is Nick Amaro x reader. The following pieces are Sonny Carisi x reader.
You sat in the cool interior of your car, waiting for your boyfriend to finish up his physical therapy. He would be a long road back, but he was making great progress already.
You had met Nick Amaro three years ago when you transferred into SVU from Major Case. Back then, he had been married to Maria and partnered up with Olivia Benson, and you had been chronically single and partnered with Fin Tutuola. You had managed to keep an admirably professional relationship with Nick, even joining him and his wife for a dinner party at their house once, but when his life fell apart with appalling force, you had done what you always do: you swept in and helped him put it back together.
When he was struggling in his marriage with Maria and dealing with the duel issues of her being stationed overseas and his own bitter jealousy, you were there to reassure him that no matter what happened, he had a wonderful daughter.
When he was struggling to come to terms with his son, Gilberto, and the crushing guilt that came with not being in his life, you were there to reassure him that the important thing was that he was there for Gil now.
When he was struggling with his undefinable relationship with your coworker, Amanda, you were there to reassure him (through clenched teeth and carefully chosen words) that he couldn’t save everyone, and maybe Amanda needed to hit rock bottom before she got help.
You had loved Nick within moments of meeting him, but you never acted on it and it always felt like innocent puppy love anyway. For a while, he was married, and then separated, and then divorced, and then hooking up with Amanda. The whole time, you loved him from afar and supported him as a friend and just chalked the whole situation up to unrequited love.
It wasn’t until you were paired up on a case regarding a future monster, a man who had a torture room built into his home, that you became more than friends. Nick had reacted badly to the man being acquitted, punching him and getting arrested for assault. You helped bail him out shortly thereafter, and that night, you and Nick hooked up after he reached for you like a man who was drowning.
To you, it wasn’t hooking up, which made it sound casual and nonchalant. To you, it was the culmination of more than a year of repressed feelings and one-sided ardor.
You assumed that Nick was just blowing off steam, proverbially speaking, but he kept coming over to your apartment, kept spending time with you. It morphed from just sex into dinner dates and lingering walks in the park and the occasional game at Yankee Stadium. If he never said “I love you,” it was likely due to his abominable track record with women.
He’ll say it someday, you reasoned with yourself. Give him time.
Even when he was seriously injured in a courthouse shooting, a shot to the liver and one to the knee…even when you were there by his side, grasping his warm hand as he drifted in and out of consciousness…even as you smoothed his hair away from his forehead and soothed him as he wept about his police career. Even then, though – he still didn’t say it.
Someday, you thought.
He was released from the hospital, and you moved him into your building because it had an elevator and a nice shower with a low step in – perfect for his continued recovery. You used up some of your personal days to help drive him to doctor’s appointments and therapy. Nick always thanked you profusely, pulling you in for fierce kisses while proclaiming that he didn’t deserve you. Then he’d get a faraway look in his eyes, and you wondered what he was thinking.
When you caught him working through his finances one night, and when you noted how he hid his papers from you when you walked in, you wondered even more. And when you saw a tab on his browser history about engagement ring values, you felt a pleasant churn in your gut.
So you waited for what came next, and in the meantime, you waited in your car for him to finish his therapy.
He exited the building twenty minutes later, still on crutches and with a fistful of papers clenched in his hand. Your inclination was to rush out and greet him, open the car door for him, but you knew that he hated feeling useless, so you waited while he hobbled himself to the car and climbed in.
“Good appointment?” you asked, flashing him a bright smile. He turned and smiled back at you.
“I’m officially done,” he replied. He held up his sheaf of papers and showed you his at-home exercises. “And I’ll probably be off these crutches in a week after that, once the final stitches come out.”
“That’s great!” you exclaimed. You pulled out into traffic and drove home, enjoying Nick’s sunny demeanor. The windows were down and a nice breeze was ruffling his hair, now longer than he usually wore it when he was on duty. “You’ll be back to chasing down perverts in no time.”
“Yeah,” he said, but he didn’t say more.
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It was two days later that he pulled you aside to talk to you. He was sitting on the couch and called you over to sit beside him. He took your hand in his own and looked at you with those big, brown eyes that you could get lost in.
“I wanted to talk to you,” he said with a slight smile. “I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me. You’re the glue that’s held me together the past year…”
You interrupted him. “I’d do it again, Nick. You know I love you.” You noted the slight flinch on his face when you said it and frowned.
“I know,” he said, and he seemed like he was choosing his words carefully. “And you know that I care about you too.”
There it was. Your stomach dropped and you felt a hectic flush break out across your face and neck. The giddy anticipation of being proposed to – you hadn’t wanted to believe it, but the evidence was all there, he was shopping for rings, and you were a detective, for heaven’s sake, it all made sense – disappeared.
If he couldn’t respond that he loved you too now, he never would. Despite the evidence, you had misread the conclusion.
“I’m not returning to the NYPD,” he said, and he squeezed your hand lightly. “I’m…I’m going to move to California. To be near Zara and Gil.” You pulled your hand away from his, and he added quietly, “I wanted you to know first, before I tell Liv and the rest of the squad.”
A small part of you, a stubbornly optimistic, stupid part of you thought that the next sentence out of his mouth would be a plea for you to join him on the west coast. But that part of you was, well, stupid.
“I can never thank you enough…” he repeated, but you refused to look at him, and he trailed off uncomfortably. There was a long, heavy silence.
“I was never going to be enough for you, was I?” you finally asked. You weren’t angry – that would come later, and it would last a long time, but you didn’t know that yet. You just felt drained. Defeated. “All the love and support, all the times I was there for you…it still wasn’t enough.”
Nick started to shake his head, and you could see him trying to think of something soothing that was still the truth, but you continued.
“I guess at least Maria was smart enough to move on. Amanda was smart enough to move on. I’m just the idiot who sat around and waited, thought that if I held on long enough and was there for you, you’d see the real me.”
Nick placed his hand on your knee, patting it gently. “I do see the real you,” he said softly. “You are amazing.”
“But not amazing enough for you.”
Nick sighed. “This isn’t what I wanted. I never wanted to be divorced, a father to two kids with two different women, starting a new career mid-life.” He sighed again, heavier. “And I never wanted to lead you on, but you’re so…so you. So accommodating. So easy-going.”
You scoffed bitterly. “So stupid. So blind.” You pushed his hand off of your knee and stood up. “So willing to believe that you were engagement ring shopping.”
Nick sat up, startled. “When did you see that?”
You shrugged. “You were in the shower, and I got online to order dinner. It was an open tab.” You glanced at him and noted the irritation on his face. “I wasn’t snooping, Nick. You left it out there for anyone to see.”
“I’m sorry you saw that,’ he replied as realization dawned across his face. “You must have been thinking…” He trailed off, clearly uncomfortable, then dropped his head in shame. “When Maria and I divorced, she sold her engagement ring.”
“So?”
“So.” He didn’t want to finish, but you held him with the force of your gaze. Let him be uncomfortable, uneasy for once. “So, I wanted to find a similar ring…for when I propose to her again.” He said the last part so softly that you could hardly make it out, but the message landed like a clanging church bell all the same.
You nodded curtly and walked over to the door, grabbing your keys and phone.
“We’ve been talking for a while,” he said after your retreating form. “It’d be best for Zara if we…”
You didn’t catch the rest of it. You were already out the door, down the hallway, and outside. If you could, you would have walked forever, as far from California as possible, up the east coast, through New England and up into Canada until the coastline gave out and you could walk into the surf and let the Atlantic pull you into its chilly embrace.
Instead, you walked to Central park. And when you returned to your apartment late that night, Nick was already gone. He was probably at his mother’s house, but it didn’t really matter.
He had never really been there to begin with.
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It's you and only you
alex cabot x reader
Request: Alex and f reader. reader is ready to propose, a complete bundle of nerves. she waits at home for alex, having done the living room perfect, rose petals, fancy wine, alex's favorite outfit, everything. instead of alex returning home, its olivia, telling her what happened outside the bar. reader doesnt know it was part of a government plan, she just grieves, nearly losing herself, until alex recieves permission to tell her, because she hears whats going on with her gf
Warning: none
Word count: 1.3k +
A/N: sorry if there are any mistakes, i didn't get much time to proof read
and to the requester, i hope you like it! i did take a little different spin towards the end
‘Just a few petals will do,’ you thought to yourself as you scattered the last of the rose petals framing the duvet. Anniversaries were always special in this household, but today marked a even more wondrous occasion. You couldn’t wait to spend the night with Alex Cabot, your girlfriend of four years today, treasuring her. She should be home any minute from work and you couldn’t wait to see her- hold her.
You looked in the mirror and smoothed out the invisible wrinkles on you little black dress that you just knew Alex would just die over. Smiling from ear to ear you looked around the room at the almost perfect scene playing out in front of you. You took your index finger and tinkered with the velvet ring box sitting on your side of the bed just begging to be placed on your beautiful blonde’s finger by the end of the evening. Walking back towards the living room, you turned the labels out on the wine and lit the last few candles setting the perfect ambiance. You heard rustling outside your front door and your stomach got those familiar butterflies just waiting for the key to turn in the lock, but it never came. A couple of knocks rang through the door, and you walked towards the door to open it.
There stood Det. Olivia Benson, one of yours and Alex’s closest friends, you knew she and Alex were getting celebratory drinks after such an hard case with the SVU gang. You looked behind her to see if Alex was walking up, but she wasn’t in sight. You looked back into Liv’s eyes and saw the faint tears behind to bubble in her ducts.
“Liv, where’s Alex?” you asked.
Liv fumbled with the change in her pockets not knowing quite how to tell you, “Y/n..” she began and your nerves were spinning through the roof, “Liv, just spit it out already.”
“Alex was shot tonight,” she whispered as tears poured down her face and began to stream down yours. “We were leaving the bar, and she was saying goodbye. It came out of nowhere, Y/n. There was nothing we could do.”
“Where is she?” you started rushing around the room to find your keys and purse, “what hospital is she in?”
“Y/n… Y/n…,” Olivia kept trying to get you attention, but you were too busy worrying about the love of your life.
“Y/n!” she yelled at you for it to finally registar to look at her. She walked towards you and grabbed your hands. “She didn’t make it. I’m so sorry, Y/n.”
“What?!” you whole body trembled as you lost your grasp on reality. She couldn’t be gone, not Alex. Olivia wrapped her arms you as you knees buckled to keep you from going down. “She told me to tell you she loves you.” You heart flattered at those words, those were the last words you heard from her on the phone early and the last Alex had ever spoke. This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be true. Your mind spiraled into oblivion as the world around you went dark.
Three years of agony went by, not knowing how to handle yourself after losing the love of your life. Losing every bit of the person you knew you were when she was in your life. Minutes turned into days, and hours into months, and days into years waiting to feel like a shell of who you used to be. Olivia tried her hardest to take care of you as she promised Alex she would, and wishing she could just tell you everything that happened, but knowing she couldn’t. You could tell she was holding something back, but you were just too scared to push back fearing of being hurt more than you already were. But you still had a life to maintain, and you did just barely that. Work and home. That’s what life had come down too no matter how many times, Olivia, Finn or the other tried to get you to realize Alex wouldn’t want you to live like this. But it just wouldn’t be the same, you weren’t the same anymore and you couldn’t quite bring yourself to want to be.
Olivia just left your home, after bringing you dinner and spending the evening just sitting with you trying to hold you grounded. Sitting on the couch you just stared at the tv, when you heard a knock on the door. Grumbling you got up, you opened the door, “What did you leave, Li-” you cut yourself off at the sight in front of you.
“Alex?” you blinked a couple times to make sure you eyes weren’t deceiving you. She smiled her beautiful smile at you and took a step forward and as she did you slapped her arm. “What in the actual hell, Alex?” you exclaimed as she winced.
“Okay, I guess I deserve that.” she replied as she rubbed her arm. You pulled her towards you in a bear hug, “I must be dreaming, right?”
She hugged you back tighter, “No, my sweet girl. It’s me.” You pinched her, “OW!”
“Just making sure. What happened, Alex?” you asked as you pulled her into the living room. She stood there for a minute taking in the room before her, “This place hasn’t changed a bit,” she whispered before looking at you, “Y/n, I am so sorry for all of this. I wish I could have told you sooner…” she goes on to tell you how she was placed in the witness protection program, not only for her safety but for yours. If she was gone there would have no reason for anyone to come after you…, “And now that it’s over with, I’m back. I wish things could have been different, and I know how hard this must have been for you. I would never ask you to let me back into your life as before, but I never stopped loving y-” you didn’t even wait for her to finish as you pulled her in for a kiss. When both of your lips met, as if it was your very first kiss all over again. This kiss meant a end to a new beginning for you and Alex.
Alex pulled back and looked into your eyes, “You have to know I did this all for you, for us. It was truly what was best.”
“I believe you, baby.” you smiled and then frowned. You let go of her hand and rushed back to the bedroom to grab the one thing you had been wanting to give Alex three years ago.
“Darling, what you doing?” you heard Alex shout from the front room. She saw you appear with your arms tucked behind your back.
“Alexandra Amelia Cabot, I truly never thought I would ever get this chance. Three years ago I thought I lost you forever and I had so many regrets of what I should have done and what I should have said during our years together. Now, I won’t take a second longer to waste a minute not making making you mine forever. I have loved you since the moment I met you and that has never faltered,” you bring the ring box out of behind your back, “I bought this a week before our anniversary hoping to be able to ask you that night. I’ve hung onto it knowing it had no other rightful place than to be on your finger,” you got down on one knee, “Alex, will you marry me?”
Alex gasps in surprise, truly not imagining this scenario playing out upon you two reuniting, “Yes!” She pulls you up and wraps her arms around you, “A million times, yes!”
You kiss her neck and giggle at her pure excitement. When you pull back you reach down for her hand to slide on the most exquisite yet simple diamond ring on her finger.
“I love you, baby. It’s you and only you,” you whisper.
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