#law and order: special victims unit

[bullet-prooflove]

Hey bbz, for the "three words prompt"

Interruption, bed, pillow talk with Velasco

(I miss his floofy hair 😭)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @plaidbooks @witches-unruly-heart @storiesofsvu @rosaliedepp

You’re in the throes of passion when Joe’s phone rings. Your nails are raking down his back because he has you right there on the precipice of pleasure, when he picks the damn thing up.

“Velasco.” He mumbles, stilling his hips as he keeps himself buried deep in your cunt.

You whine at the lack of motion and he places two fingers over your lips to silence you as he listens to the voice on the other end of the line. You bite the tips of his fingers in response and Joe’s eyes almost roll back into his head as you suck them into your mouth before grinding down against his cock.

“I’ll be right down.” He mutters into the phone before he tosses it back down onto the nightstand and looks at you apologetically. “I have to go.”

“Right now?” You ask and Joe sighs, pulling out because he’s already starting to soften due to the change of mood.

“I don’t mean to leave you hanging.” He tells you earnestly. “But there’s been a break in the case and Bruno’s downstairs waiting for me. If we don’t get this guy now…”

“Sure, yea I get it.” You say collapsing back onto the pillows and staring up at the ceiling.

He can tell you’re frustrated, he is too. It’s been a couple of weeks since you’ve had the night off together, it was supposed to be a chance for the two of you to reconnect and now he has to leave too track down some asshole in another borough.

“You can stay…” he begins but you’re already shaking your head as you slip out of his sheets on the opposite side of the bed.

“No point if there no one to make pillow talk with.” You tell him, your voice tight as you tug your jeans up over your ass.

“Alright.” Joe concedes, pulling on his t-shirt before he reaches for his underwear. “I can stop by in the morning…”

“I’m on the early shift.” You remind him despondly as you gather up your own badge, gun and phone from the nightstand.

“Look, I’ll call you when I…”

The door slams and Joe knows you’re already hurtling down the stairs to get away from him. This is what happens when you get hurt or overwhelmed, you bolt and Joe he doesn’t have the time right now to go after you, to make things right.

“Fuck.” He mutters as Bruno’s ring tone cuts through the air, summoning him once more.

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Olivia Benson + her red shirt | 8x22: Screwed

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❝ Is that a flower in your cup? ❞ ❝ It's tea. ❞

LAW AND ORDER: SVU

∟ 8x11 Burned

[rayofninetynine]

the evolution of elliot and olivia's relationship through the years (1999 – ∞)

[novemberhush]

Oh, I forgot Jared Harris had been in S.V.U.!

[kamwashere]

today i find out that the x files and svu are in the same universe

[kwebtv]

Andre Keith Braugher (/ˈbraʊ.ər/; July 1, 1962 – December 11, 2023) Stage, film and television actor best known for his roles as Detective Frank Pembleton in the NBC police drama series Homicide: Life on the Street (1993–1999) and Captain Raymond Holt in the Fox/NBC police sitcom Brooklyn Nine-Nine (2013–2021). Over his career, Braugher received two Primetime Emmy Awards, as well as two Golden Globe Award nominations.

Braugher started his career acting in numerous productions in The Public Theatre's Shakespeare in the Park. He transitioned his career into television gaining roles in Kojak (1989–1990), The Court-Martial of Jackie Robinson (1990), and The Tuskegee Airmen (1995), followed by leading roles in the ABC medical series Gideon's Crossing (2000–2001), the CBS crime series Hack (2002–2004) and the TNT comedy series Men of a Certain Age (2009–2011). He  also appeared in numerous series such as Thief, The Good Fight, House, New Girl and BoJack Horseman.

In 2006, Braugher starred as Nick Atwater in the mini-series Thief for FX Networks, winning a second Emmy for his performance. He appeared on the TV series House, M.D. as Dr. Darryl Nolan, a psychiatrist who helps House recover from his addiction to Vicodin.

Braugher had a recurring role as defense attorney Bayard Ellis on Law & Order: Special Victims Unit from 2011–2015, and starred as the lead character, Capt. Marcus Chaplin, in ABC's 2012 military drama TV series Last Resort. In 2017, Braugher had a recurring role in season 4 of the Netflix animated series BoJack Horseman as California Gov. Woodchuck Coodchuck-Berkowitz. From 2013–2021, he starred in the Golden Globe-winning TV series Brooklyn Nine-Nine as the precinct captain, Raymond Holt. For his performance in Brooklyn Nine-Nine, he was nominated for four Primetime Emmy Awards for Outstanding Supporting Actor in a Comedy Series. (Wikipedia)

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[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

You Feel Like Home

Pairing: Joe Velasco x female!reader

Category: Fluff/Angst

Word count: 1,144

Summary: When a case hits a little to close to home, Joe is there for you and to make sure you feel safe.

Warnings: alluding to assault but no details are given

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This case had taken its toll on you, hitting a little too close to home. You sympathized and understood what this poor woman had been through more than you wanted to admit. The brutality of that night played on loop every night. It’s why you’re always on guard, why you had panic attacks, why you haven’t let Joe stay the night, and why you never stayed at his place either. You didn’t want to burden him with your trauma, your nightmares, or being woken up by your screams. You didn’t want him to see you like that.

You did your best to keep your emotions in check but there were times you slipped up, your emotions getting the better of you.

You had been in the interrogation room with Fin when your outburst happened. With one concerned look from Fin, you quickly realized what happened. You had shouted at the suspect for answers — answers to why he did that to you. You excused yourself and raced to the bathroom to recuperate. Unbeknownst to you, Joe and Olivia were watching through the one way glass. The pair shared a concern look before Joe volunteered to go check on you.

You quickly slipped in the door and over to the mirror above the sink. You wiped your eyes with some paper towels from the dispenser and looked yourself over in the mirror. You were a mess. Red, puffy eyes, a runny nose, shaky breaths and your hands had a slight tremble to them.

Mere seconds later the restroom door opened and shut. You didn’t even hear it, too focused on calming yourself down and making yourself look presentable again.

Joe stayed by the door, taking your reflection and watching as you splashed water on your face. Seeing you like this broke his heart. He wanted to wrap you up in his arms but he knew that wasn’t the right thing for you at the moment. He didn’t know what caused your outburst in the interrogation room but your words played on loop in his head ever since you shouted them — “Why did you do this to me?!”

Joe could tell that whatever happened to you must have been similar to the victim of this case. He didn’t want to sneak up on you and scare you, make you think that you weren’t safe. It was this moment that Joe silently vowed to always protect you, to always keep you safe, and to always be there for you whenever you need him. He always cared for you and these feelings you shared for one another were as real and genuine as he had ever felt. It scared him most days but you always knew how to make him feel safe and at peace. He wanted to be that for you too.

With soft, slow steps, Joe made his way over to you. “Can I help?” He softly spoke, gesturing to the damp paper towel in your hand. He stopped to stand beside you but giving you enough space you didn’t feel crowded.

Joe’s voice grabbed your attention. Turning to look at him, you saw his gesture to the paper towel. You hesitated, pondering over if this was a good idea. Those awful flashbacks still banged around in your head, some so vivid you almost couldn’t distinguish between a flashback and reality. You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes in the process and exhaled slowly, opening your eyes. Finally you nodded and wordlessly passed Joe the paper towel. You weren’t sure if you could trust your voice just yet.

Joe gingerly patted your cheeks and under your eyes. He wanted to speak, to tell you whatever happened is over, that he won’t let it happen again but he chose to save those words for later. His top priority was helping you gather yourself, helping you get through this and providing you with a sense of tranquility and safety. He watched your reaction as he cautiously touched your cheek with damp paper towel. He noted how you tried not to shrink away from him. “Did I ever tell you about the time I saw you? The way I felt?” He asked, trying to help you get your mind off things.

You slowly brought your eyes up to his, shaking your head. Once your eyes met his, you felt a wave a comfort and security flow through your body. “Wh-what did you feel?” You whispered genuinely curious.

Joe smiled that radiant smile of his. You always thought it outshined the sun. Joe stopped dabbing your eyes and really looked you over. He knew you probably thought you were a mess but he thought you were beautiful, radiant even. He always had and always would. “I thought you were stunning. So confident. I didn’t know what it was at the time but I couldn’t take my eyes off you. I had a hard time focusing on anything other than you. Now I know that it’s your vibe, your energy, your personality. I saw that passion and determination that drove you to become the most dedicated person I have ever met. It was right then I wanted to know you, really know you. What made you happy, angry, sad, your passions — everything you would tell me.” By this point, your eyes were watering and Joe’s hands were softly resting on your cheeks. The pads of his thumbs gingerly wiped away the fallen tears.

You were overwhelmed by Joe’s genuine words and his eyes had this love and warmth and admiration in them. You brought your hands up to rest on his wrists, your thumbs rubbing over the back of his hands. Joe always knew how to make you feel better, how to make you smile. “You feel like home to me.” You confessed. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You had to tell him.

Joe leaned forward and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead. “That’s all I want.” He felt your arms snake around his sides, pulling him closer to you. He, in turn, wrapped his arms around your shoulders. Joe didn’t care if this sweet moment was taking place in the women’s restroom at the precinct, he just wanted to take care of you and he couldn’t care less about where you were.

You decided in that moment that you were going to tell Joe exactly what happened to you from years past. You knew it would be painful and difficult to do so but you trusted your man with your whole heart, soul, and body — with your life. You wanted him to know, if he could tell you about his past then you could tell him about yours. You stood by him and held him as he shared the deepest, rawest parts of himself and there was no doubt in your mind that he would do the same for you.

[cherryaxiel]

Misunderstood

Character: Chester Lake

Description: Chester seems to have misunderstood your attitude towards him...

Rating: Mature - Strong language

Saturday

2:15 am

Hands frozen, eyes widen, mouth agape. I was just given news that my friend, Selina Mavis, has been stabbed while trying to save a woman from being attacked by a serial rapist. Selina has been a close friend of mine since college, the two of us have been with each other through thick and thin, promising to always be there for one another. Having been so close, people thought the two of us were siblings, despite the very obvious physical differences. With that in mind, I was distraught. How could this happen? I should've been there for her. I shouldn't have let her go to the party alone. I felt so selfish for staying at home this night, I should have known this could have happened. 

I packed my essentials into my bag; phone, wallet, and house keys. I rushed out the door, locking it haphazardly. Many thoughts were running through my mind. All I can think of was how this could have been prevented if I had gone with her. It was all my fault. 

3:00 am

I practically ran to the hospital room Selina was in. The doctors were still tending to her, so I sat outside her room and waited. There were two people waiting as well. I didn't know who they were. They were talking but I couldn't make out what they were saying, I was too deep in my thoughts about the whole thing. The same thoughts playing over and over in my mind, it's my fault, it should have been me, I should have been there for her. The voices were getting louder, but I was eventually brought back to reality by a hand tapping my shoulder.

"Are you alright?" A brunette woman knelt in front of me with a concerned look in her eyes, hands on my shoulders.

I nodded, I didn't want to speak. I couldn't. I looked over at Selina through the blinds. I took a deep breath and sighed. Tears started streaming on my face.

"A friend of Selina's?" The man stood behind her asked. I nodded again.

"I'm Detective Benson, and this is my partner, Detective Stabler." She gestures to him. "We have some questions for you, if you don't mind."

"Is she going to be okay?" I asked with sobs in between words. 

Dt. Benson responds "The doctor says she will be okay, thankfully her injury was not severe." I sighed in relief. 

"It should've been me, I should have been there for her." I muttered. 

"It's not your fault. No one could have predicted this to happen." Dt. Benson reassures me in a soft voice.

It takes me a while to gather my thoughts and compose myself. I explained to the detectives that she was going to a party at another friend's house and I didn't go with her because I wanted to take some time for myself after an exhausting work week. I couldn't help but feel guilty for it.

The detectives thanked me before the doctor came to talk to us, stating that Selina would be able to be discharged later in the afternoon and we were allowed to see Selina. I asked the doctor why she was able to be discharged so early. Apparently Selina wanted to be discharged quickly, saying "The sad atmosphere in the hospital was ruining her vibes,” and was not taking no for an answer. I went in first, almost dropping to my knees while my hands held Selina's. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I repeat, sobbing into her hand. Selina disregards it, asking why I was apologizing and that it was not my fault. I looked up, she looked tired and almost sickly, which added another pang of guilt in my stomach.

"Why would you ask to be discharged earlier? You literally got stabbed!" I whispered-shouted.

"I know but I'm fine now! It's no big deal.” Selina shrugs me off. “Is the girl okay?" She looks toward the detectives.

“She’s fine, thanks to you. We have other detectives checking up on her. We’re glad you’re okay.  We need to ask you some questions.” Dt. Benson responds.

Selina has always been one to be optimistic, and she could move on quickly. She was ready and answered them to the best of her abilities. She needed to provide a statement at the police station later on and she agreed to do so once she’s been discharged.

12:00 pm

Selina wanted to shower and change out her clothes first so I did so too. Walking to the precinct of the NYPD's Special Victims Unit with Selina, I kept her close. She walked so confidently despite what had happened. I was always amazed by her ability to move in a dreary world with such a compelling aura. I had a bit of trouble catching up to her. We were stopped at the entrance of the office and greeted by Dt. Benson, who gestured me to the lounge so that she could take Selina’s statement in another room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man sitting at his desk gazing at us. Maybe it’s the fact that I haven’t been on an actual date for several months, but his gaze made my heart beat faster because I’m not one to like attention. Whenever I’m walking with Selina, she’s definitely turning heads but I was never bothered by that. It made me like her more, her confident stature vs my socially awkward personality was a good mix, and we complemented each other in a way. I assumed he was looking at her. I tried to ignore him and walked up to the lounge while Selina followed Dt. Benson to a room. 

I couldn’t shake off the feeling as I sat in the lounge. He was pretty cute, but I doubt he was looking at me. I’ve never been envious of Selina, she deserved so much, and I never thought of myself as inferior or superior to her. We had our own strengths and were our own respective individuals. Just as I had relaxed into the setting, the door opens and lo and behold, walking in is him. I start internally freaking out.

“Hey, I was told to accompany you.” He sits across from me. Even his voice is attractive, what the fuck?

“Oh…okay.” I basically whispered.

“Yeah, your friend said she didn’t want you to be alone, and to ‘have the cute one accompany them.’ Her words, not mine.” He smirks with his hands raised up in the air like ‘it wasn’t me’. I groaned.  Of course she would do that. She must have noticed that I was glancing at him. She’s been trying to hook me up with different people but none of them ever intrigued me. “So…” He begins, I’m avoiding his gaze at this point. I feel like I’m sweating profusely. Is it hot in here or is it just me? I take quick glances at him.

“Are you okay?” He asks with a worried tone. I nod in response. “You seem…unwell. Your face is red.” 

“I’m fine, probably just the weather or something.” At this point, I’m so ready to leave, I keep looking at the door in hopes of Selina barging in and pulling me out of this place.

“Okay then…” He flips through the paperwork he brought with him.

“Um, what’s your name?” I managed to ask. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Chester,” he replies. I nod at his response before reverting back to my shell.

After god knows how long, Dt. Benson comes through the door, saying that they are done and we could leave. I stood up so fast, my vision almost went to black because I have low blood sugar. I collected myself quickly, and rushed out the door after saying my goodbyes to the both of them. I rushed down the steps and saw Selina already waiting by the door, with a huge smile on her face. I grabbed her arm and pulled her to the elevator.

“Oh my god, why did you do that?” I whispered to her in an agitated tone.

“Oh, come on! He’s cute, isn’t he? I bet you felt great seeing him right next to you.” She smirks.

“I mean, yes, but I was sweating out of my ass!” I run my fingers through my hair. Selina laughs. The elevator doors open and we walk inside. I pressed the lobby floor button. “Doesn’t matter now, we won’t be seeing him again.” I said, feeling a bit sad at the thought.

“Who knows? Maybe fate will bring the both of you together.” Selina chuckles.

Thursday

11:00 am

I really thought it was over. Selina gets a call from Dt. Stabler that she needs to go down to the precinct to pick out the serial rapist from a line-up. Which means I’m going down to the precinct. Which means I am going to see HIM again. Are you kidding me? You know what, maybe Chester won’t be there. I try to be optimistic about it. Selina and I get dressed and make our way down to the precinct. I’m filled with anxiety at the thought of seeing him again. I drown out the feeling by conversing with Selina, or I try to at least. 

Once we got there, I didn’t see him. I let out a sigh of relief. Dt. Stabler greets us and brings us to a room with a window looking into another room. I stand at the back and watch Selina pick out the suspect from the line-up.

12:00 pm

Once she confirms the suspect, we leave the room. All the relief I felt was immediately replaced with anxiety once I saw him again. He notices me and I look away quickly. I’m sweating again. Selina nudges me with a smirk. “Look who’s here…” She sings. Before I could say anything, Dt. Benson approaches us.

“Hey, Selina? The person you saved the other day wants to meet you.” Dt. Benson motions Selina to the lounge. I wanted to follow suit but Selina says “This is going to be quick, you should wait at the door, (Y/N). Dt. Benson, can you get him to accompany my friend?” Selina has a big grin on her face, pointing at Chester. Dt. Benson agrees to it, though a bit confused by the request. I was absolutely gobsmacked, appalled, and shocked. I couldn’t form words properly and before I could even protest, Selina went up the stairs quicker than lightning. Dt. Benson looks at me with a raised eyebrow before moving towards Chester. I skidaddle to the door and waited outside the area, away from the door. I tried to find the nearest reflection to fix my appearance. Chester appeared from the doorway and I stood against the wall, looking down at my hands and making it seem like I’m busy with texts when really I’m going back and forth between my settings and notes app. Thank god I have the privacy screen protector thing.

“Hey, (Y/N). Your friend asked me to accompany you again.” He stood next to me. I give him a quick ‘Hey’ and a glance before going back to my phone. 

“Do you have a problem with me?” He stands with his hands in his pockets.  

“Um, what makes you think that?” I look up at him, slightly taken aback. 

“Well, you seem to not look at me, actually it seems you try to avoid doing so, and you would have this annoyed look on your face when I speak to you.” My eyes widened. I have a stoic face, which is helpful when I don’t want anyone knowing what I’m feeling. However, people do misinterpret it as me being annoyed, angry, etc. 

“Oh my god, no, I definitely don’t have a problem with you. It’s a misunderstanding, I kind of have a RBF, so I may have looked annoyed but I wasn’t, I swear!” I explained in a panicky voice. 

“Calm down, it’s fine,” he smiles, “but, why do you avoid looking at me?” He rests his arm on the wall with a hand still in his pocket, leaning closer to me.

I looked down again, fiddling with my fingers. I scratched the back of my head before replying. “Well… when I saw you for the first time, I thought that you were good-looking, and you still are, but I got anxious being around you so I tried to avoid your gaze as much as possible.” I looked at him to see his reaction. My stomach is turning.

“Oh, I see…” A smirk forms on his face. He stands up straight, both hands in his pockets again, and stands closer to me. I might as well shit myself now with how close he is. I can smell his cologne. My heart was beating so fast I could practically hear it out of my chest. I held my breath and my eyes darted everywhere but him. “Call me.” His voice is soft and deeper. I’m going to pass out. He chuckles before handing me his card with his number on it. I take it with shaking hands that I hope he doesn’t notice. He lifts my chin up to make me meet his gaze. 

Selina walks out and sees us, which causes Chester to finally release me from his grasp. I finally let out the breath I was holding. He waves us goodbye, giving me one last look before going back to his desk, and I’m left lingering for more. I'm stood there with his card in my hands trying to compute what the fuck happened. Selina is the one to pull me to the elevator this time.

“Holy shit, what was that?” Selina has her hands on my shoulders, waiting impatiently for my answer.

“I'm literally wondering the same thing.” The elevator door opens, and we walk in, except my pose doesn't change, my hands clutching the card. Selina presses the lobby floor button, letting me indulge in my moment. By the time we reach the lobby, I wake up to reality. Selina and I walk out of the precinct, I'm screaming internally, and I couldn't help but actually smile widely like an idiot.

[sickofthis666]

Watching the SVU episode with Nicky's father and it feels like every character is INSANE, except Nicky. It feels like the episode is trying to gaslighting me lol.

Like wtf do you mean his whole family AND Olivia expect him to party with his father LIKE HE DIDNT USE TO BEAT NICKY'S MOTHER?????

Id even say that Nicky's too nice by only avoiding his dad. If I was a man and my dad who used to beat his wife suddenly showed up after 15 years of absence? Id pummel him to death.

After all the times we've seen Nicky lose his temper and uses his fist, now he decides to use self control?

[bullet-prooflove]

Maybe with: apologies, flowers and kisses ❤️

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Companion piece to:

Interrupted (NSFW) - You and Joe are interrupted by his phone.

You’ve just come off a double when you get home to find the white orchids sitting on your welcome mat. They reside in a pretty yellow pot with an envelope propped up against it. Your name is written in Joe’s blocky form with a couple of kisses tagged onto the end.  You sigh as you pick them up, tucking them under your arm as you use your key to open the door before placing them on the small dining table in your kitchen.

You know that they’ve been chosen specifically for their meaning, that they’re supposed to show a commitment to making things right. The problem is you’re not sure of the reality of that situation because this shit with Joe, it’s only going to keep happening and you need to figure out if you can live with that.

You make yourself a cup of tea before you sit down and open the envelope. There’s a leaflet inside for a bed and breakfast in Lake Placid, along with a post it note with a set of dates.

Let’s get away for a while, Joe has written. Turn off the cellphones for a weekend.

You take the night to think about it, after all you’re exhausted and you don’t want to make any rash decisions. Right now your relationship with Joe is on a precipice and you need to figure out whether to take that leap or pull back and let the whole thing dash itself on the rocks below.

You spend the night tossing and turning thinking of life with Joe, without Joe.  The stuff you see in work, it’s terrible, the worst shit that humanity has to offer and that man he’s a light in the dark sometimes, with his understanding and easy humour.

You’re not ready to let that go just yet, not when it has the potential to be something great.

You text him back the next morning, sipping from a cup of coffee as you get yourself ready for work.

Make the reservation, you tell him. And I’ll pack that pretty thing you like.

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When I tell you this scene solidified my love for this man

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What are you doing here? I work here.

Law & Order: SVU | 7x21: Web

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Law & Order Special Victims Unit: S25E01 'Tunnel Blind'

[neurodiversebones]

i wanna write svu fic bc im going the fuck through it and projecting on my little lesbians so . which one should i write