I'm not crying you are!

My soul walked out about the same time my dad did.

[okay-fuckoff]

All my writing:

Olivia Benson  

Olivia Benson x fem reader - (After Hours)

Olivia Benson x fem reader (Long Day)

Olivia Benson x fem reader - (The pool)

Olivia Benson x Sonya Paxton - (Quiet Evening)

Patsy Stone 

Patsy Stone x fem reader - (Late night bath)

Elizabeth Swann

Elizabeth Swann x fem reader (Calm seas)

Lorelai Gilmore

Lorelai Gilmore x fem reader - “Candles” 

Miranda Priestly

Miranda Priestly x fem reader - “Office hours”

Mortica Adams

Mortica Adams x fem reader - “Starry Night”

Misty Day:

Misty Day x Reader (Planting a tree and being gay about it.)

Misty Day x Reader (Going skiing with her because i’m too hot!)

Misty Day x Reader (watching a movie with her cuz we gay)

Misty Day x Reader (Camping Gay Style)

Misty Day x Reader (Proposing and gay panic)

Misty Day x Reader (Sexy times)

Misty Day x Reader (Her coming back)

Misty Day x Reader (Difficult morning)

Misty Day x Reader (Beach day)

Misty Day x Reader (Getting pets with her cuz why tf not?)

Misty Day x Reader (Comfort for the gays)

Misty Day x Reader (going to Paris with her cuz girl gotta travel)

Misty Day x Reader (i know, it makes me cry too!)

Misty Day x Reader (Getting hitched)

Misty Day x Reader (Meeting her)

Misty Day x Reader (Finding the rainbow after a storm and being gay during the storm)

Rachel Green:

Rachel Green x Reader (Proposal Cuz we gay)

Rachel Green x Reader (being gay with her)

Stevie Nicks:

Stevie Nicks x Reader (Cute morning)

Stevie Nicks x Reader (kissing a legend)

[okay-fuckoff]

Diana Frances Spencer

1961 July 1st - 1997 August 31st

Today marks the 65th birthday of Princess Diana, whose "real" name is Diana Frances Spencer.

After her death, she has continued to remain a strong figure for women all over the world, and even though she can no longer speak, or do the things she planned to do, she lives on. Her choice to be kind, graceful, considerate, and strong lives on.

The things she did were not for nothing. The speeches she had still touch people. The individuals she cared for still think of her because she was a kind woman, with emotions, strengths, weaknesses, triumphs, and losses. But she, unlike some others, carried it all to the end, and as she lived, she is remembered, not as a political figure, not as a divider. She faced unbelievable backlash for simply being a woman, for being somebody who cared, for being what she, time and time again, showed she was.

A human, a woman, a mother, and a princess.

She will not be remembered as a story, as a death, as a wife.

She will be remembered as someone who united, who cared, and who saw.

It didn't matter to her who you were, what side you were on, what religion you were, or where you slept at night.

It mattered to her to hear your story, and get it out there, to look you in the eye.

You matter to her, and on this day, which is her 65th birthday, what you can do, which isn't much, is to know that whatever you're going through, she would've cared. Her mission wasn't to magically solve everything, it was care.

And maybe that's the right way to go about today, knowing that in her work, she aimed to soothe, to care, and change, and her memory is with you.

In conclusion.

She cares.

[okay-fuckoff]

Olivia Benson x fem reader

"Strawberry shake"

"The coffees getting cold." Olivia says, coming in unannounced into the office, well it's her office, so guess she can do that.

"Did you have a look at the order, was it a..." She begins, looking at her phone as she comes over and sits down close next to you on the gray cushy couch, the office light dim in the evening sundown. "I believe-" Olivia starts, her arm coming to rest around your shoulder, pulling you in closer to her, she leans in a little.

"It was a strawberry shake, and fries?" She whispers into your ear, then leans back to look at you in the eyes. "Am I correct?" She smiles, her other hand resting on your thigh, just the way you liked it.

"Otherwise we can fix that." She smirks fondly at you, and straightens up. "Have you kept my paperwork safe while I was in the meeting?" She quirks an eyebrow, and leans forward a little to inspect the papers and folders before her on the glass coffee table.

"No touching?" She looks at you, almost serious, then smiles softly again.

"Here I was, thinking you liked touching" Olivia says, picking up her reading glasses from the table, and putting them up on her forehead. "But, of course, context." She says, picking up her old mug, sipping a little and sighing to herself. "Cold like I said, like all these damn cases I've been looking at." She looks at the floor then at you.

"It's nice to have you here, I know you've got your part time, and the university stuff- and." Olivia sighs, looks down again and puts her glasses on fully, looking over at you.

"I just love the company, I love your company." She says, almost whispered, her eyes serious, but the the lines of her mouth quirks a little, like you already knew this, because she knew it.

"But I promise..." Olivia starts again, her hand squeezing your thigh gently, a soft touch, with a deeper meaning,

She removes her arm from around you and retrieves the soft pink blanket from beside the couch and drapes it, a little for her lap, a lot for your body, and adjusts herself so she can lean forward to her paperwork, then she looks back at you.

"I love you, even when I have to prioritize" Olivia states, looking into your eyes.

"you're my girl, Y/N, I know you want to be close, I get it sweetheart, I do too."

[okay-fuckoff]

Mortica Adams x fem reader

"Starry Night"

The sheets were tangled, the sky outside painted with stars. Mortica's cold hand tangled in your hair, pulling slightly, ever so slightly at the roots.

"My darling." She whispers, softly, lowly. Her breath a little bit too cold to be human, against the top of your head. You lay spread out across the bed, your head underneath her chin. "It's a shame to waste such a luminous night, when we could be dwelling our existence in the graveyard, sweet girl." She murmurs, stroking your cheek with her other hand, her manicure the color of a dead rose, withering.

"We could watch the phantoms wail outside, or perhaps listen to the screams of the innocent?" She says, her voice like honey dripping down. "What do you say, my love?" She asks, tilting your head up to meet her gaze, that sultry half smile splayed across it. She hums, and reaches down to kiss you softly on the lips.

"We could go out there naked.." She begins. "Lay in the grass and pretend that we've already passed, doesn't that sound romantic?" She says, getting up, bringing you with her hauling you gently with your back against her chest, you feel her breasts through her thin, expensive nightgown, funeral black, of course.

"Come on, sit up for me sweet girl." She whispers.

[okay-fuckoff]

Edina Moonsun x fem reader

"Morning after"

The day had been quite uneventful, nothing going on, not really. You'd laid around in Edina's bed all day, looking up at the canopy celling of the four poster bed. She was sleeping, having been out all night with Patsy the night before. You turn to face her, sighing softly, makeup smudged her curls messy, and yet, you felt at home in the chaos.

"Darling...." She began, hands reaching out for you. "Darling- please, water" Edina mumbles. "Water, aspirin, anything other than-" She continued, opening her eyes to look at you.

"Oh- oh darling." Her hands go to your hips under the covers. "oh- you might be all the aspirin i need, granted you go in my-" She doesn't get to finish her sentence, you shift to lay a bit on top of her, hands finding her hair, the soft curls smooth in yours hands.

"Darling- darling, let's go take a quickie, hmm- a quick shower to start the day, huh, sweetie?" Edina says as you part lips, looking up at you, almost pouting, that signature Edina look she did when she wanted something.

"Come on..darling." She whispers, shifting to put her hands more firmly on your hips. "For me..hmm?" She says, smiling softly.

[okay-fuckoff]

Elizabeth Swann x fem reader

"Calm seas"

The sea was calm that morning, the open lower deck windows letting in a breeze, the morning air wasn't too hot, nor too cold. Elizabeth isn't asleep when you wake up, she's still dressed from last night, hat on a bit crooked, but she looks just as strong as she did leading the group of men she did last night.

Her hair is a bit messy, but still beautiful, her white linen shirt a bit wrinkly from the seawater and air.

"morning." she smiles, her eyes meeting yours as she turns her head from her book, looking at you, the books is green leather, pages smeared with ink, but she still reads it, for what you don't know, but that's the case with most things Elizabeth did.

She'd told you little about her previous life, what she was before the sea.

"Are you hungry, my love?" She murmurs, leaning in towards you, gentle, the opposite of her ruling on the ship.

"I can get us something." She inquires, her hand running down the side of your face, tracing your cheek. You nod along, and smile at her, she treasures that smile, that innocence not lost, you were a woman not yet lost to the sea, she held onto that.

She stands, carefully untangling herself from you, careful not to hustle too much. "You know." She begins, her boots hitting the charred old wood as she made her way over to the grand table in the cabin, the captain's cabin, the one she now owned. "I'd sail anywhere for you, take you any place, show you everyplace." She muses, looking over the map slightly as she passes the table and reaches the sidetable with the ripe fruit they got last docking.

"I'd do it all for you, I'm at your beck and call." She turns around, bringing the bowl of fruit to you, and laying down again, gathering your head in her lap.

"Because-" She begins, smirking, "I know you'll be here for me, even in rough seas, my love, my darling." She murmurs again, a bit more husky. Elizabeth leans down, her nose almost touching yours.

"Are my intentions clear to you?" She almost sounds a bit worried, confident, but worried, as if you saw her as one of those brute men she dealt with daily, as if you saw her as a hunter and as yourself as prey.

"Because I could never forgive myself If i let you believe my intensions with you were unpure." She corrected, looking down at you, her eyes searching yours.

You sit up, she helps you, and she gathers you against herself, you can feel her heartbeat against your back.

You murmur against her neck, "Yes, captain."

"Oh good." She chuckles lightly, plucking a grape from the bowl and popping it into her mouth, then offering you one.

"Lovely." She smiles, and kisses your neck, ever so gently.

[okay-fuckoff]

Miranda Priestly x fem reader

"Office Hours"

New York was rainy that evening, the raindrops raced each other down the window. The office was filing out for the day, people rushing in their raincoats to catch a train home, or a cab to someone. From you're angle you can see her, she's got her legs crossed telephone to her ear.

"Yes- the white ones, not the ones with lace." She murmurs into the receiver, sighing to herself, well really to everyone around to hear. That was Miranda, when she was upset people knew, when she was annoyed people feared it. You stand up, for what reason you don't really know, it probobly was more out of instinct.

She turns around as you come towards the glass doors to her office, one slightly opened, hence the overhearing of conversation.

"Yes, by Monday-" She looks over at you, a quick glance, lips slightly parted. "Yes- no exceptions." She continues, but her attention is now on you, the person on the phone long forgotten.

She hangs up politely, "Yes, bye." well, her version of politely. And lets her chair swirl to face you completely, having faced away from the desk beforehand.

"So." She begins, looking down at her laptop, her glasses on the tip of her nose. "You're in here for?" She asks, letting the implication hang, the implication being that you had no business to be there. But god damn your face. She sighs audibly and lets her chair go back a bit further from the desk, and she pats her lap.

"Five minutes." She relents, looking at you as if you were a particular difficult problem she'd been forced to live with, wether she liked it or not. And she probably did, what other interns did she let sit on her lap on a rainy Friday afternoon?

"Did you eat that salad I sent for you?" She murmurs, half exasperation, half quiet fondness, but it's very slight. She probably cares, maybe.

"Because if you didn't..well, I can always get a reservation for Le Bernardin." She says, looking away slightly, smoothing your hair away from your face with a slight indifference to her own actions, which were in fact, soft.

"But if you're going to be picky whats the-" She begins, but looks down at you, really looks.

"Whatever you want, it's on me." She says, almost too quickly, her hair falls a little messy, it's been a long day. And you really see Miranda, like when you two were on vacation, a fond but exhausted woman, maybe towards others, but also towards the thought of herself. You murmur, "Yes, please".

"Good girl." Miranda says, lowly almost a murmured whisper, and reaches for the telephone again.

[okay-fuckoff]

Lorelai Gilmore x fem reader

"Candles"

The house had become quiet, a few vanilla apple candles lit in the livingroom, the table lamps illuminating the space. Lorelai was on the couch, feet tucked underneath as she gazed at the television absentmindedly. Then of course, she could call you, and so she does.

"Hi, baby" She says, holding the phone to her ear. "no- nothing, just wondering, what's up?" She says, smiling to herself, brushing imaginary dust off her jeans.

"Oh-- pff, I'm just watching like Seinfeld." She says, chuckling lightly.

She looks out at the night sky out the window. "Hey- you know, you could come over, Rory's not home...and well, I'm a bit- restless." She says, almost reluctantly, you can hear the shift in her voice, the usual bubbly candace slightly gone.

"And- well, I could cook-" She begins, but then you say, the way always do, something along the lines of "Or....we could-" and Lorelai's mind goes blank.

"We could." You can almost hear the smirk in her voice over the line as he repeats what you said to herself. "That's sounds like a plan, a naughty plan." She says, you can hear her shift on the couch.

"Tell you what, be over here in ten minutes, or you're getting it." She says, chuckling lightly, but this time there's a quiet intention in her words.

"And baby?" She says, her voice getting a bit more husky.

"No panties, hmm?."

[okay-fuckoff]

Olivia Benson x fem reader

"Long day"

The room was cool, sheets a bit cold, that cozy type of way, you can feel Olivia's thigh, toned, near yours. "Look at this article baby- they have no idea what they're talking about." Olivia chuckles lowly, her hand moves through your hair, you're head on her shoulder.

"I mean, first of all, it started with a citizens arrest." She sighs, her glasses now pushed up on her forehead. She looks down at you, her face totally serious, that way she gets when she's dead set on something. "Baby are you listening?" She asks, smirking just a little bit, the corner of her mouth rising, that signature Olivia smirk.

"What's on you're mind sweetheart?" She asks, a bit softer now.

"Come on, tell me." Olivia's face changes slightly, her hand smooths your hair, and then combs through it again. Her body shifting more towards you, her perfume smells of florals and a signature...something, maybe cedar and strawberry?

"Okay then, if you're not going to tell me....then maybe." She smirks, her other hand on your thigh. "I'll have to figure it out?" She says, her eyes meeting yours, asking for permission. Seeing no fear, she sits up and places herself in front of you.

"Spread your thighs a little for me, baby" Oliva coos lowly, a whisper almost, her voice smooth and soft.

"Good." Her face lights up ever so slightly. "Shorts always in the way huh, Victoria secret always takes the fun out of things.." She says, beginning to hook her fingers in you're sleep shorts. "You know" Olivia begins, that tell tale pitch she goes to, not too low, not too high, that knowing glint in her eye.

"I prefer pajama pants." She says, chuckling lightly again, and leaning down to place a soft kiss on you're hip.

You moan softly, bucking upwards. "Ahh-- there she is." Olivia smiles up towards you, leaning back again.

"Hmm, or maybe I've got work to do...?" She begins, looking away to the side, seemingly indifferent, gathering her hair in a ponytail, glasses now placed on the side table.

"Or...does someone really need me?" She finally says, looking back down at your face. Her hand grips your hip, pulling you further down on the bed.

"Come on, a little wider." She smiles, leaning down to kiss you softly.

[okay-fuckoff]

Patsy Stone x Fem Reader

- Late Night Bath -

The was apartment dark, candles lit.

The bath was drawn, and you were in it. You'd been waiting all day, and finally, after a last minute Harrods run for candles and essential oils, you were here.

"Darling, lean back bit further, I can't see you're tits." Patsy sighed, one of her slender hands around your waist, the other above the water, hovering ever so slightly over an ashtray, a Marlboro light in her fingers, halfway done through.

"You smell good, well other than the fifty oils in this bath, you smell good, Is it that the perfume I got you?" She asks, a bit tired from the day, but still that same Patsy languid carelessness, the one that drove you mad. You nod along and say something along the lines of "yes." and lean back further against her, her breasts aren't wet yet, she isn't that far submerged in the foam, since she's taller than you.

You can feel her chest rise and fall, and her breath on your hair ever so slightly as she puffs smoke, you didn't mind, in fact, this was part of the only fun. You murmur something to her.

"Oh really?"

She smirks, You can see it in the window reflection by the bath. "You want some of my cig, huh?" She chuckles lowly, she lowers the cig slightly and places it before your mouth, by your lips. "Come on Darling, ask nicely." She prompts, her hand around your waist tightening ever so slightly as well, the darling dragged out, whispered softly into your ear.

"Hmm." She says as you mutter "Please...Miss Stone".

She lets you take a deep drag, and takes one of her own, and blows the smoke into the air before you and puts out the cigarette.

"Good girl." She smirks, getting comfortable. "Now about that little problem we discussed earlier..."

[okay-fuckoff]

Olivia Benson x Reader x Sonya Paxton - Quiet Evening

8 pm - Friday - 2009 - Sonya's Apartment in twenty -

The evening came quickly, you got onto the subway and made your way home, it had been a long day, work, school, you name it.

You sit there, listening to your favorite album, watching New York pass you by, get off at your station and after a short walk, finally get to the front door of the apartment.

You open the door and the smell of garlic and something akin to tomato sauce is in the air. "Oh, the hurricane's home." Sonya, sitting on the large dark grey couch, smirking at you. Olivia is standing by the stove, her smile a bit more soft, as Sonya's looks more mischievous.

"December 1963 (Oh what a night!), playing softly form Sonya's record player, the one she insists on keeping.

"Come to apologize for the snark last night and the disappearing act this morning, baby?" Sonya remarks, standing from the couch. She's in a black tank top, lace, and tailored trousers, her look half undone, as she's home. "Come on, apologize" She says, still somewhat smirking.

"Relax." Olivia shoots her a knowing look. "She's had a long day." She continues, scraping something form a cutting board into a pan on the stove. "Come on, go wash your hands." Olivia says, piping up a slight bit, and shooting Sonya a soft glare as she passes you by, leaning in by your ear.

"Wine, baby?" Olivia asks softly, running a hand through her hair, not looking away from the stove more than for a shot second, flashing you a questioning eyebrow.

"Good girls do what Miss Benson says." Sonya whispers, laughing lightly to herself as she opens the fridge, getting three cans of diet coke and placing them on the kitchen counter.

"I'll have a coke, and miss vanishing, over here, might have half a glass?" Sonya raises an eyebrow of her own. "Oh please." She continues, "In solidarity with the oldest sober woman in the room." She smirks, getting plates for the counter.

You go and wash your hands, apply your favorite perfume, one you knew would get to both ladies. "Ahh, graced us with your presence, huh, Princess?" Sonya chuckles, as you come out of the bathroom.

"Sit down, I bought the little mozzarella pieces you like, did some tomato sauce and cheese" Olivia explains, smiling, her soft, gentle gaze looking you over.

"We were just debating your punishment for not showing up for breakfast" Sonya says, leaning back on the chair she's on, she herself, also looking you up and down, but more assessing than anything.

"Tell me, why did you leave us poor older women alone eating omelettes at six thirty on a friday morning?" she says, plainly, but the smirk is there, then the hand is, her fingers splay gently on your back, rubbing soft circles. "Baby, we missed you." Olivia breathes, smiling, not a sad smile, but a disappointed one.

"Yeah, my lap did, especially." Sonya laughs, not unkind, but a bit biting.

"We need our girl, otherwise breakfast isn't the same." Olivia explains, her hand finding yours, squeezing gently and bringing it to her mouth, kissing your knuckles gently.

"No more disappearing acts in the morning without a note" Olivia begins, smoothing her thumb over your hand. Sonya gets the three cans of soda and pops them, handing you one, her eyebrow slightly raised.

You giggle slightly, maybe a little pout, Olivia catches it, and smiles at you, her hand leaving yours and picking up her wine glass, sweeping the last drops, then looking over at Sonya.

"So, dinnertime?" Olivia says, plating the pasta, the smell of the sauce and the billowing steam filing the kitchen.

"Reward for coming home unharmed." Sonya quips, realeasing her hold on the can, but not without a playful warning look, and handing another to Olivia.

"-Oh and answer your phone, princess, otherwise i'll get you a bodyguard." Sonya snaps gently, slow but efficient, her tone a bit more serious.

"Or better yet, send Fin to surveillance your studies, bet he's gonna be good company" Olivia smirks into her can of soda.

[okay-fuckoff]

Olivia Benson x reader - The Pool - Vacation in Aruba

"Come on" Olivia snorts, looking over at you. "A little sunscreen, huh?" She countiues, looking you over quickly, not too quick. "You're going to burn, I swear, and when you do, i'll have a whiny girlfriend hanging over my shoulder all week." She says, her tone gentle, low.

You cross your arms and look away towards the pool. "There's no avoiding this, honey." She says, her voice slightly playful, her eyebrow raised as you huff, squirming on your lounge chair.

"Look, I'll do it, gently, nicely, hmm?" She coos, standing from her lounge chair and coming over, sitting down by your side, not at the end of the lounger, but level with you. "Come on, scoot." She sighs softly, shifting you a little so your half ways laying against her side.

"Gently okay, I'll be gentle." She assures, that sweet spot between slightly firm and adoring. "come on, on my lap." She gestures towards her toned legs.

You scoot on her lap, cuddling into her. "See, now just lay still baby" She says, beginning with your arms, squirting out a generous amount of vanilla scented sunscreen onto her hand and putting on her sunglasses with her other hand, which had been resting on top of her head.

You look up into the sky, feeling her hands on you, kind and caring.

"Hmm, feel good, sweetheart?" She says, her voice low and smooth, whispering into your ear, sweet and full of pride she countinues, "My girlfriend is currently the most SPF protected woman here." She says, kissing your earlobe, then your neck, and jawline, small soft kisses.

An older woman passes, Olivia nods at her, stopping her kisses. "Grumpy, much" She whispers to you. You both giggle, hers is more a gentle chuckle and a small smile.

"Been having such a good time with you, Y/N." Olivia says, smoothing over your hair from your face. "So good." She says, leaning back and finishing your chest, tummy and shoulders.

"All set." She says, smiling and nuzzlin into your hair playfully, pulling you back against her as you yelp "Ahhh!" giggling softly, she smirks.

"God, we're lucky this is all inclusive, with your sorbet habit." Olivia sighs, jokingly.

Adding her last remark, leaning back in the sun.

[okay-fuckoff]

Hey!

I’ve just recently come across your work & unfortunately i didnt see your age anywhere on here. and I'd like to know how old you are before i Interact with your stuff. (I don’t want to interact with minors)

Hope you have a great day!

Hi! I'm 20.

Hope you have a great day too!

[okay-fuckoff]

Olivia Benson x Fem Reader - After Hours -

The apartment was dark, a few candles it, and the light from Olivia's laptop shining into her face. "Baby, pass me the wine, please" She murmurs, looking up slightly from her work.

When you do, she smiles, putting the laptop aside and bringing you closer, taking the bottle out of your hands and bringing it to her wine glass, filling it half way, this is her second one.

You murmur something about tasting the wine. "Baby." She sighs, fondly. "You're only twenty, what did I say?" Olivia inclines her head, smiling down at you, an eyebrow raised.

You argue something about "There's only two months left" until you're twenty one. "No, honey" Olivia states, her tone a bit lower now, but her fond smile isn't wavering.

"You can have a diet coke?" She smiles, shifting and putting you into another position on the couch so she can manouver to stand up. "Want that, yes or baby?" Olivia countiues, taking a sip of her wine and putting the wine glass down on the sidetable.

You murmur something. "Not fair" or along the lines of that. "Mhm, well" Olivia starts, standing infront of you, leaning down. "Not fair, isn't going to cut it." She says.

"Coke or nothing, baby." She says, one final time. You shrug, she turns away and goes to the kitchen, opening the fridge. "Ice or no ice?" She calls out gently. "hmm." you respond.

"Baby, words please." Olivia coos, looking back at you as she pours the coke. "Words, you know I need to hear them baby" Olivia states, finally coming back to you, sitting down and pulling you into her lap, putting the glass of coke next to her wineglass.

But then she sees it. The little red, maroon dribble on your bottom lip.

"Baby, did you bite yourself?" She asks, smoothing away the droplet, her other hand around your waist, pulling you in, her perfume a mix of feminine flair and sophisticated deeper tones. "Come on, open your mouth, sweet girl" She coos, tilting your head up. Then she smells it, the wine on your breath. She looks over at the wineglass, now half, the half full it had been before.

"baby...." She begins, her tone deeper, lower, the register she has when you locked yourself in the bathroom to cry, not angry, not upset, just deeply concerned and slightly dissapointed. "What did you do, sweetie, what did I say?" She almost smirks, almost laughs a little.

"Well, good news, it's only nine percent, you won't even get tipsy from that little amount." Olivia begins, stroking your hair back, thens She feels you snuggling deeper against her, shifting a little in her lap.

"Are you excited?" She murmurs, her tone completely sultry, her eyes try locking onto yours, and she softly grabs your chin to tilt your head up to meet her gaze.

"Does my girl need some attention?" She coos, her hand going from your chin to your thigh, softly laying there, her eyes searching for premisson. "mhm." You murmur, nodding along and blushing.

"Yeah, should naughty girls get what they want...really- beacause, I could've sworn, naughty girls don't get rewards?" Olivia feigns suprise, leaning back a little. You shrug, smirking besides yourself.

"Hmm, why don't you go to...." She begins. "The bedroom, and get the nice big toys you like, put them on the bed, and i'll be there in a minute?" Olivia coos, smiling, she lifts you off her lap and stands herself.

"Go on, good girl" She says, leaving a kiss on your forehead, smilng to herself as you make your way down the hallway.

[okay-fuckoff]

Olivia Benson as your mother - 2010 - "You get caught smoking"

The bell rings, you wait by the entrance to the school, bag over your shoulder.

"Hey, Y/N" Your friend Alice comes over, black jacket, converse and a cigarette packet in her hand, Tracy behind her, same get up, but instead of ripped jeans, she has baggy ones.

"Come on, it's a smoke." Tracy laughs, "oohing" as you roll your eyes. "Look, just try one okay, come on, there's a bunch of us behind the gymnasium." Alice sighs, grabbing your upper arm gently.

And you go along, there's ten minutes until Olivia arrives anyway. "Oh my gosh, you smell so good, is that new Victoria secret perfume?" Tracy gasps, taking out her packet of cigarette's and lighting one, Marabou red's. "That ones so nice, smells like fresh flowers and rich people." Tracy snorts, giggling softly. You reach the corner and see the other kids there, some seniors, some juniors, some you know, some you don't.

"Oh, there's my boyfriend, Brad, he's totally so cool." Alice swoons, running over to a tall blonde guy with thick eyebrows. "Light?" She whines, and he leans over and lights her cigarette against his, each end touching the other for a few seconds.

"Come on." Tracy hands you a cig, smiling. "You don't have to light it like that, miss perfect, here I have a lighter." Tracy sighs and hands you her lighter, purple with little heart stickers on it.

And you do, you light it, take a puff. And boom, you cough, but it feels cool, you feel a slight tingle, like you belong for once, Brad chuckles, Tracy howls, "That's my girl, see not so bad after all?" She giggles, taking a deep drag herself.

"Miss Benson. Miss Harroway-!" A shrill call out from the corner, it's Miss Stewart, your Biology teacher. "Shit- fuck-" Alice cusses, her and brad throwing their cigs on the ground and stubbing them out, Tracy panics and takes out her vanilla body mist and sprays like a mad woman.

"What am I seeing, how- never mind, I'll be everyone of your parents, I've got no words, do you kids even care about what that does to your-....nevermind." Miss Stewart sighs, motioning for you all to scram.

And you do, you throw your cig away aswell, and say goodbye to Tracy and Alice, who scurry away towards the nearest way to the subway. Then you see Olivia's car, parked waiting, probably for the last ten minutes, shit, time went by fast.

"Hey, kid" Olivia calls form the car, rolling down the window. "Come on, i've got groceries!" She smiles, sunglasses on top of her head, hair down, she looks happy, but a bit tired.

You get in, the second you do she sighs. "So." She begins, her tone a little lower. "How was school?" She asks, turning the keys in the ignition, looking in the rearview mirror for oncoming traffic before pulling away from the curb pick up zone.

"Anything new?" She asks again, tone stil lower, she might just be tired.

She looks at you as you get to a red light. "You smell like smoke, or more like it, cigarette smoke." She remarks, tone the same. "Anything you wanna tell me?" She says, checking the rearview mirror again.

You shift uncomfortably in the passenger seat next to her, looking out the window at the street passing you by and mumble something about science class, and "you might be getting a call-".

"Oh really." Olivia says, looking over slightly for a moment. "Did you smoke?" She finally asks, bluntly, not accusing, not shaming, but there's dissapointment in her tone.

"How'd you get the cigarettes?" She countinues. You begin making exuses, everything from, "Seniors" to "Random man" to "We found them, really."

"Y/N, please." Olivia sighs, softly, not mad. "Were not doing that, okay?" Olivia states, her grip on the steering wheel tighting and loosening. "Just tell me what happened, okay, no detours, just the facts." She sighs, again, soft, but there's an obvious tension.

"When we get home, bag's on the counter, jacket in the wash, alright?" She says, turning a corner, your almost home. "And phone in the bowl, asap." She counters, looking over at you again. "Any last minute texts start now, it'll be in there all weekend, got it?"

You can see the apartment, Olivia slows down a little, traffic's heavy in this part of town. "I love you, but I don't love this, and I waited for you" She says, her tone a bit gentler.

"But don't worry, we'll figure it out."

[okay-fuckoff]

Imagine: Olivia Benson as Your Mother - 2010

It's a rainy monday, you're in bed. The celling fan is on, the window's slightly open. You can hear the news on the televison, she's probobly putting her makeup on by now. The phone rings, then stops.

"Yeah," Your mothers voice rings clear, she's near the door. "Mhm, well I'm taking Y/N to school first, yeah-" She goes on, probably nodding along to whatever the person on the other end of the line is saying.

"Come on kid, get up" She knocks softly on the door, you look up at the celling. "It's seven fouthy-five, sweetie" Olivia sighs, not harsh, not too stressed, kindly. "Cereal is on the counter." She remarks, You stand, your hand brushing through your hair.

The digital clock indeed says (7:45).

You get dressed, whatever suits you best that morning, and wash your face, light makeup and your favorite perfume or body mist.

"Baby, I'm not joking around- we'll be late" Olivia knocks on the door again. You reply with something tired and a bit snarky, she takes a deep breath. "Don't give me tone, just get your bag and coat, honey" She sighs, this time, a little annoyed, but nowhere near frustrated.

You make your way out of the bathroom and put your jacket on, your favorite one, and anything else you feel like wearing, maybe a hat, a scarf, gloves, it is a rainy February day after all.

And then you open the door, getting your school books, the ones you had to take home last week, you're behind in maths. "Good, don't forget your pencil case, it's on the couch." Olivia says, not looking up from her laptop, sipping her coffee at the counter. "And no gum, come on, let me check your bag" She says, holding out a hand.

If you give it to her, she nods slightly and takes out the gum if it's there, if you don't she sighs and comes over anyway, opening it.

"I'm not being mean, i'm saving us both from pick up at six, detention hours aren't worth it, and it's takeout night." She smirks, taking the gum out of your bag and putting it in the bowl on the counter, where she usually keeps the apartment keys, and occasionally your confiscated phone. You finish your cereal, she goes and gets changed out of her tank top, having spilled a bit of coffee on it. "Done?" She asks, opening the fridge, getting her lunch for work and putting it in her bag.

"Lunch money?" She asks, straighting up and downing the last of her coffee, she looks you over. "And please zip up your jacket, baby- it's way too cold out." Olivia remarks, going to get her wallet, same place, the blue glass bowl.

"Seven, eight- what nine dollars?" She asks, grinning a little, you tell her the amount you need and she hands it over, giving you a smile. "You know, an energy drink and candy isn't lunch, I hope you know that." She gives you a mock stern brow lift, then turns and goes to the clothing rack and puts on her grey coat and black heels, tying her hair in a ponytail.

"Oh no, not the sneakers, do the boots, it's still winter somewhere in the world." She says, and wether you pick the sneakers or the boots is up to you.

"Okay so, I pick you up at five, then we decide on chinese or pizza-" She begins, getting he black bag form the sofa chair nearby, then she turns to you. "Oh, and I promise- no listen" She interupts you softly. "Look, if I can't make it, i'll text you, and we'll do midnight pizza, i'll pick it up from Dino's, okay?" She smiles softly, looking you over, not assesing, but maybe a slight bit worried, that look she had when she could sense something might be off.

"And hey..." She says, getting her keys to the car and unlocking the front door, turning to you again. "Whatever's been bugging you lately...please talk to me, maybe not now, I get that, but tonight- I promise you, there's nothing you could say, that would ever make me judge you." She says, letting you out the door, and locking it behind you both.

[okay-fuckoff]

Misty Day x Reader (Finding the rainbow after a storm and being gay during the storm)

Rain hit the car window as it prickled down and the rain storm began. It had been on the forecast for today and we thought it would be nice to drive out to the beach and watch the storm come in over the water.

"So ya see, it'll come towards us from there- I've got a real strong feelin that i'm right." Misty explained. We sat there giggling and watching the clouds come in over us.

And soon the rain began whipping down against the car. The thunder came down really hard over the water and i cowered in fear.

"Misty- can we please go back home now?" I complained. "Ya don't have to be afraid of lightning, we're inside the car- it won't hurt us." She said.

Right then another bolt came down, and the thunder was even louder. 

She took me into her arms and held me, after a while i got used to the noises, Misty held me and we both watched the storm pass us by- after a while all that was left was a beautiful rainbow.

"Oh my gosh, Y/N- the end of the rainbows right here!" Misty said, pointing out towards the water. We both got really excited, i took a picture of it and we drove to the docks and went out.

There we stood, just watching the waves crashing in and the colors of the rainbow that ended against the water.

Misty held me close- then she brought me in and kissed me. "I love ya, Y/N" She hummed, smirking. "I love you too." I said, smirking back at her.