You might not know me, but I know you, and not in a vague kind of way.
What the hell are you talking about?
Your name is Mueller Hayes. You joined the Academy in ‘95, spent your first year on patrol. Speeding tickets for your friends quickly disappear, a little cash for courtesy. Nothing major. Nothing worth making a fuss over. But I see the patterns in your life, even if you don’t.
Fast forward a few years, and, well. Here you are, huh? Got your heard smashed up against the cold tile under the weight of all your bad decisions, and a 600 FICO score. Which is why Paul Gomez owns you.
Law & Order: Special Victims Unit — 26.19: Play With Fire.
Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, SA mention in detail, Fluff, Pet Names, Tickling, Older GF x Younger GF, Age Difference, Slight Mommy Kink.
About: A case gone wrong leaves you upset especially since you can relate to the case so you blame yourself but your older girlfriend Olivia provides a shoulder to cry on and comforts you.
Word Count: 792
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"Cmon baby, no need to be so shy. It's just me. Just mommy, my sweet girl. Let mommy see your pretty face, hm?" Olivia cooed.
The older woman coaxed you out of your little cocoon. Your head was buried in her shoulder.
As you slowly begins to pull away, your teary-eyes met Liv's.
"Oh honey.." Olivia sighed sadly.
She knew that this last case had taken a toll on you. The outcome of the case was so upsetting you took it personally, blaming yourself. Olivia's eyes, full of care and concern for you, scanned your face awaiting your reaction.
"Livie" you called out, finally your voice broke.
Olivia watched as the fragile girl began to sob. You attempted to cover your face with your fingers to spare your older girlfriend the energy of consoling you.
There was nothing Olivia could say to change the outcome of the case but what she knew talking would help her little love.
As captain, Olivia is aware of your background, how you were sexually assaulted in the past. She knew you could relate to the case on a deeper level, which is why you took the verdict so hard.
She sighed softly, her hand stroking your hair as the other caressed your back in attempt to ground you.
A few minutes passed, Liv was giving you the space to cry and let it all out before talking to you. There was no rush for you to open up, she understood. Liv has experienced this in victims and even in her own complicated history.
You sat limp in her arms as your tears met a halt. Your fingers started to trace light circles on Liv's back.
Olivia took this as a sign that you were ready to talk.
"Honey?" Liv spoke softly, her hand resting softly on your back.
You hummed in response.
"Are you ready to talk about it, my love?" The older woman asked, her face scanning you for signs of distress.
You and Liv had this agreement that you would always talk about it. If something was bugging the other, then you wouldn't let it escalate to an argument or fight. To talk about it and dispute the problem before it gets worse.
You scooted over, leaving some space between the two, but not much. Your hand clutched Liv's, not that she minded.
Olivia knew some form of physical touch helped you to ground you. It served as reassurance that Olivia was real and you would be okay eventually.
You let out a shaky breath before glancing back at Liv. She nodded, motioning for you to go on.
"I think the reason this case is getting to me so much is because this has happened to me. Not this exact situation but I was touched... without my consent..a-and I've told you about it briefly but..." Your voice broke, gripping Liv's hand tightly.
With her other hand, Olivia reached out to rub your back. Subtly reminding you to breathe.
"P-part of me wished someone had came to save me, but no one ever did. It got worse but you know what? I grew up, and got the hell out of there." You exhaled, feeling a huge weigh lifted off your chest.
"That's right my love. What you experienced, is horrible, I have no words. But you're right, you got the hell out of there and I'm so proud of you for that. Shows how strong you are, look how far you came. You help people everyday, you are amazing, my gorgeous, generous, girlfriend." her voice softened with affection.
You let out a soft giggle in response. Liv, obviously confused, shoots you a puzzled look.
The older woman furrowed her eyebrows.
"That all started with g's, I just thought it was funny." You squeaked in a lighter tone.
"Oh? Hm? Funny am I?" Liv pushed, climbing onto you, trapping you beneath her.
You raised an eyebrow towards your girlfriend who looked like she was plotting something. Olivia smirked as she attacked you with tickles.
"l-livie!" You squealed.
"How funny am I now? Hm, sweetheart?" Liv teased.
You squirmed beneath her, out of breath "l-liv i can't breath!!" You giggled. "Oh, can't you now baby? " Liv inched closer towards you, pressing her lips against yours.
Liv fell in the empty space beside you, her hand caressed your face.
Your eyes met Olivia's warm brown eyes as you leaned into Livia's touch.
"I love you so much, babe." You whispered quietly.
"You are so perfect, angel." Liv whispered in response.
The two of you gazed at each other with nothing other than love. Laying in silence, clutching onto one another, as you both fell asleep tangled up in silence.
Sliding the CD into the cd player, soft Christmas music started to fill the air and you turned around to see your wife, Olivia Benson standing with her arms opened wide for you. Your face grew a smile as you walked over to you and wrapped your arms around her neck. She wrapped hers around your waist and started swaying with you.
The tv was on Disney plus, Christmas movies lined up, ready for yall to watch. You wanted this Christmas to be a special one, Olivia has been really stressed out these past couple months about a kidnapping case. It involved a child and for months Olivia has been searching for this girl and she finally found her a couple of days ago. Ever since then, she has been trying to relax and not worry about anything else besides you.
"I'm so proud of you liv." You whispered near her ear. "Thank you, sweetheart. I couldn't have done it without you." She replied and you gave her a confused look. "What? I didn't do anything." You said and she shook her head. "Babygirl, without you making sure I rested, ate, and slept, I would have been in the hospital. You always take care of me, and I really love and appreciate you for that princess." Olivia said with a loving look in her eyes. "In sickness and in health" You quoted from yalls wedding.
Olivia smiled and leaned down to place her lips on your soft ones. You kissed her back softly and placed your hands on her waist. Her smile broke the kiss and the two of you laughed softly. The two of you continued to sway to the soft beat of the music and Olivia suddenly stopped ear the door which made you question her. She pointed above her, and it showed mistletoe. You laughed and gently grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her down so you could kiss her again.
"You are sneaky my love." You called her out and she gave you a laugh in return. The two of you stopped dancing and headed over to the couch where snacks and drinks were placed. You grabbed the remote and turned your favorite Christmas movie on. The rest of the night was a night the both of you needed and you couldn't be happier to be by your wife's side.
A/n: Thank you to @charliesangel-est1999 for this request! I hope you all enjoy it! My Christmas/winter requests are opened for all of the people/characters I write :) Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! Take care of yourselves. I love yall!
warnings: angsty / fresh sonny heartbreak~ i might write a part two - ill think about it
THE WARM FUZZY FEELING of the pub across the street fleeted the atmosphere today. A guttural feeling turned you away from its homely touch. Hesitant, you still wandered towards the bar anyway.
After settling in and giving the bartender your usual, it struck you. That primal stare, He was watching you, drunkenly, and the feeling caused you to sigh. You refused to look at him. He wouldn’t win this silent war. You had this in the bag.
It’s not cheating if you watch out of your fixed peripheral; it didn’t even look like you were checking him out watching him. As you pretended to look at each liquor on the wall, varying in color, size, and proof, you purposefully saw him down his scotch, and traveled closer to your barstool, trudging until he settled next to you.
“‘What are you doing here?” You asked.
Sonny smirked, slowly chuckling as he rested his chin on his palm on the bar. “I live here.”
”Not anymore,” You cut in. “I’ll ask again, what are you doing here?”
He sighed, “I work around here.” l
That wasn’t exactly a lie, although there are many better bars to be drunk in on a Friday night, closer to where he worked.
Sonny started to dig around in his pocket, and his slight struggle increased the awkwardness of this interaction. “You left this with my stuff. I figured you would need it.”
”It’s Chapstick,” you scolded. “A piece of fucking wax in plastic. You didn’t drag yourself down here to give me that.”
He began, twirling the Chapstick between his fingertips, “It’s cherry.”
“Yeah. So what?”
”You loved cherries.”
“I love cherries.” Your emphasis made him look up from his fingers, and there was that gaze. Again. “What do you want, Sonny?”
He looks longer, raking his eyes over you, before closing his tab. Sonny stood over you, softening his gaze as he moved closer to your seated position on the stool. His lips hovered, and his familiarity felt comforting.
“Goodnight, Sonny.” You stated, patting a gentle hand on his shoulder and leaving his gaze.
”Night.” He swallowed before walking away, and you intently watched as he walked out the door.
