#olivia benson x daughter reader

[svuobsessed]

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

[oneshotnewbie]

Liv’s daughter gets her first migraine injection? Of course Liv does it for her cause there’s no way she can do it herself. Its really painful, but Liv comforts her afterwards and they cuddle together.

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The sunlight of the morning sun filtered through the still half-closed curtains. You sat on the edge of your double bed, staring nervously at your lap as you rubbed your shaking and sweaty hands on your pajama pants. In front of you was the long box with a migraine injection that your mother had brought you from your neurologist yesterday afternoon. Your heartbeat raced in your chest as you looked at the needle and injector.

Thoughts raced through your mind, sending you into a panic as you tried to take a deep breath and gather the courage. But the needle in front of your eyes seemed so frightening, and the thought of injecting it through your stomach alone increased your fear. The thought of the pain to come during the procedure made you shudder.

A large lump had formed in your throat as you tried to keep breathing calmly. "You're not a child anymore. You can do this," you whispered to yourself, but that only seemed to make the fear grow even greater. You reached for the included instructions and read through them for the hundredth time since last night. The individual steps were illustrated with pictures and described precisely, but your hands were shaking as if you had Parkinson's and the writing on the paper blurred into a scribble. "Damned!"

Hesitantly, you decided to accept help from your mother and call her. She had offered you her support and was waiting outside in the living room in case you needed her. "Mom?" you asked into the void, looking anxiously at the door. A soft knock on it startled you as you briefly returned to your thoughts. Olivia poked her head through a crack before carefully stepping into the room and you immediately felt relieved when you felt the familiar presence. “Everything okay, my darling?”

You nodded uncertainly and looked at her with wide eyes as you patted the seat next to you. You began nervously picking at your nails, your gaze wandering between your mother and the injection. "Yeah, I'm just... trying to take this injection."

Olivia stepped closer to you, her hands clasped under her chest and already holding her glasses in one of her hands before sitting down next to you. She opened a hand invitingly and you dropped the paper into her hand. "You don't have to do this alone," she spoke softly in a whisper, pulling up her glasses to take a closer look at the injection instructions. Your doctor had already shown her how it worked and what she should pay attention to. But one thing is certain: she couldn't afford any mistakes. She didn't want to cause you pain. "I'm your mother. I'm here to help you, no matter what."

A tiny smile spread across your face and you leaned your head on her shoulder. "Thanks, it's just... the fear of the pain. Dr. Phillips suggested it could be really painful." you gulped and hugged yourself. Olivia noticed your nervousness and placed a reassuring hand on your thigh, gently running her thumb over your clothed skin before resting her cheek on the top of your head. "You've already been through so much, sweetie. You can still do this. You're so strong!"

With shaky hands, you opened the box and pulled out the injector. Your heart raced when you saw the needle in real life. Your mother immediately grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently. "Take a deep breath and breathe out. You can do it, I'm here." You nodded and watched Olivia prepare the injection with steady hands as you took deep breaths and tried to calm your nerves with a little walk around your room. "Ready?"

"Yeah. Let me get it over with," you stood in front of your mother and pulled up your shirt. You quickly closed your eyes, focusing on your breathing as you tried to control the fear. With slow, step-like movements, Olivia approached you and placed the needle on your lower abdomen. The thought of the coming pain caused goosebumps to form on your skin, but you nodded silently and she pressed the injector firmly until it clicked into place.

Under her pressure, your mother felt a moment of tension, followed by a tiny sound of pain escaping your lips as the liquid slowly flowed into your body. Tears welled up in your eyes, but she continued to hold your hand, whispering soothing words to you as she stroked the back of your hand. "A few more seconds, you're almost there."

When the injection was finished, you exhaled deeply as if a weight had been lifted from you and Olivia carefully and carefully removed the needle before dropping the injector to the side. She quickly stood up, put her arms over your shoulders and pulled you close to her. "You did it. You were incredibly brave,"

You smiled weakly at the battle you had won with yourself and hugged yourself tightly to her middle, your head pressed tightly against her chest as you let the rest of your tears fall freely. Kisses adorned the top of your head and caresses were banished to your back as Olivia slowly brought you back to bed. "How about it. I'll let Finn take charge today, you skip school and we have a cozy day in bed?"

"That sounds great, Mom. Is that really okay with you?" you asked, throwing the blanket over your body while your head rested on the pillow. She didn't say another word, took her cell phone out of her pocket and tapped furiously on the screen before turning it off and throwing it on the dresser. "More than okay, my darling."

She disappeared from your room in a flash and you heard the microwave do its work. Shortly afterwards, the smell of sweet popcorn filled the entire apartment and Olivia returned. She had squeezed back into her pajamas and lay down on the bed next to you. You continued watching your favorite show together, occasionally dozing off in your mother's gentle embrace.

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Anatomy

Pairing: Olivia Benson x Daughter!reader

Warning: Angst, emotional neglect, bad mom Olivia for a moment, hints of being a young mum, unedited, self hate almost, mommy issues, let me know if I left anything out

You excitedly ran to the door as you heard the jingle of your mother’s keys, your latest artwork held tightly in your hand her dinner in the microwave. Your mother steps into view just as you open your mouth to speak she raised her hand “I’m tired it’s been a long day, I have a migraine and I don’t want to hear it” you nodded with a swallow.

“Dinner’s in the microwave” you whispered placing your artwork on the counter as you walked to your bedroom passing Noahs ignoring the burning jealousy. Olivia shook her head “she’s always got to be so dramatic” she groaned entering the kitchen, you were sixteen she couldn’t understand why you always acted the way you did.

The rare day Olivia had off was the day that really changed your relationship, you laid on your mother’s big bed ruffling the sheets slightly as you giggled trying to talk to her. “Get off Y/n. I just made the bed, you’re too old to be acting like a child” Olivia scolded so I rolled around more pulling at all the edges she grabbed me by the arm. Kicking me off the bed to remake it with an eye roll like I was never there, ignoring the problem doesn’t make it go away so I left passing Noah on my way.

I could hear them laughing from my bedroom the loud squeaking of my mother’s bed as they jumped on it how strange it was to think as I messaged Eliot to pull me out. I hated to be Olivia’s daughter if only I could’ve been Noah someone she chose- she was stuck with me, I was half of her simply anatomy.

I waited by the door patiently for his message, convincing myself she was just struggling that she was a mother too young or too soon, I was a burden she couldn’t afford. I wanted to explore her mind know what she was thinking when the doctor placed me delicately in her arms, hear what alarms blasted in her head.

“Hey mom, I got you these I thought-“ I was cut off “you didn’t tell me you were leaving” I sighed walking further into her bedroom “I didn’t think you would care”. Olivia laughed thought it wasn’t genuine “no but I noticed, you’re too emotional anytime something doesn’t go your way you run off”.

“I just wish you understood mom” I placed the bag on her bed leaving once more “this is what I’m talking about Y/n” she followed me into my room. She paused at the doorway looking around as I curled up by the windowsill “has this always been here?” Her fingers grazing a portrait “It’s old”.

I watched her through the glass as she takes the room in “I haven’t been in here for so long” she whispered to herself “you’re always too busy for me” I shrugged with a scoff. “That is not true” she argued “you’re right, you just make sure to spend every second with Noah instead” her face dropped. “Y/n I am your mother” Olivia began to scold “you have a funny way of showing it mom” I sighed with a humourless laugh.

“I love you but I struggle to believe you love me too” I stared out the window to avoid meeting her gaze though I still saw her reflection. She sat on the bed with a sigh “I understand you didn’t get to choose me but you had options” I whispered pulling my knees to my chest.

“But I did choose you Y/n” she glanced up at the ceiling “I just struggle to always choose you because I like to believe you don’t need me, you’re so mature and headstrong I forget you’re only young”. She breathed in loudly as I tore my gaze away from the glass “you’re so much like me it’s scary sometimes Y/n and I’m scared- I always have been that I would ruin you if I stayed too close baby”.

“I work everyday to protect girls your age, connect them with their own mothers while I neglect you convincing myself you understand. I’m so proud of you baby girl and I know I don’t show it enough, I never wished to make you feel anything less than important to me”

“Every part of you is me, I am so lucky to have a daughter like you Y/n. To watch you grow into this incredible young woman and know you’ve done it on your own? I’m both extremely proud and saddened.” I couldn’t help but stare at her as the tears welled in my eyes “You are the best thing that could’ve happened to me, I was young but you gave me reason honey you saved me from self destruction. The hours of torture I inflicted, now you’re all grown I’ve ruined it like I knew I would and you don’t need me anymore” I flung myself into her as I cried.

“I’ll always need you mom”

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TW: vomiting

As soon as you’d returned home from hanging out with your friends you hadn’t felt good. By the time you get in the door your stomach is already rumbling. Your mom looks over at you from where she is sitting on the couch watching TV.

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

“My stomach is hurting,” you said going to change into your pajamas while your mom got you a glass of water.

When you came back out into the living room you sat on the couch where your mom handed you the drink before sitting beside you. You tried taking a couple sips despite how repulsed you felt by the idea.

“You feel a little warm,” do you think you might be coming down with something? “Or was it something you ate?”

“My friends and I got burgers, mine tasted weird so I only ate half,” you mumbled now regretting your choices.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry. I promise you this will pass,” said your mom kissing the top of your head.

Feeling slightly comforted by her words you cuddled in her arms, and managed to drift of to sleep despite your discomfort.

You woke up hours later drenched in sweat with a sharp pain in your stomach followed by cramping. Barely registering the fact that you were now in your moms bed you made a mad dash to the bathroom. You got there just in time to empty your stomach contents.

Your mom was there immediately holding your hair back. “It’s okay sweetheart, I’m right here.” She said as she rubbed your back. You spent the next few minutes throwing up before your body finally gave you a break and you were able to lean back into the comfort of your mom. She wrapped her arms around your shivering body to try and provide you with some warmth and kissed the top of your head. “Come on babe, let’s try and get you back to bed.”

Your mom helped you stand up so you could brush your teeth while she flushed the toilet. She then helped you get back into bed before grabbing a cool washcloth and a glass of water.. “This is in case you get sick again and can’t make it to the bathroom, honey,” she said putting the trash can beside you. “I know it’s hard but I want you to try and take a few sips to keep hydrated.”

“Okay,” after you were done you laid back down and your mom placed the cloth on your forehead allowing you to drift back into a uneasy sleep.

You woke back up throughout the night with to empty the contents of your stomach. Each time your mom was right beside you to hold your hair and comfort you. She was also adamant about making sure to keep you hydrated having you take sips of water, and Gatorade after every episode. Throwing up was something you had always hated which made you so grateful to have her there.

A couple of hours had finally passed without you getting sick so your mom decided to see if you could keep a few saltine crackers, and some ginger ale down. After that was successful you were finally able to take a Tylenol and doze back to sleep in your mothers arms.

You don’t wake up again until the early hours of the morning. When you do you realize how much better you’re feeling. Wanting to still feel more warmth you scoot to your mom snuggling into her side.

Your mother pressed her lips to your temple sighing in relief when she realizes your fever has gone down significantly. “How are you feeling, babe?”

“I’m not nauseous anymore,” you said half asleep. “Just really tired.” You said before closing your eyes again.

Liv smiled happily before kissing your forehead and falling back asleep herself.

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CAN SOMEONE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WRITE OR FIND ME AN OLIVIA BENSON X DAUGHTER READER FIC WHERE YOURE ALSO DATING CASEY THANK U <333

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

hii I love ur Casey fics sm!!

could I please request a Casey Novak fluff where Olivia is ur mum and you get into an accident or something with a perp, whatever u prefer to write and they find out when they’re both at the hospital with you thank youuuu <3

Hey, anon! Thanks so much for this request! This is actually the most fun I've had writing in a while. I was literally laughing out loud writing this. Hope you enjoy! ❤️ –illdowhatiwantthanks

When Worlds Collide

Casey Novak x fem!reader / Olivia Benson x daughter!reader Warnings: hospital times, age difference relationship, under the influence of pain meds, explicit language (let me know if I've missed anything!) Word count: 1.4k

Summary: After a car wreck puts you in the hospital, your worlds collide. In this case, your worlds being your girlfriend, ADA Casey Novak, and your mom, Captain Olivia Benson.

Olivia signed in at the nurse’s station, her handwriting messy from her shaking hands. She knew you were an adult. She knew you could take care of yourself. But what mother wouldn’t be scared out of her mind after getting a call that her daughter was in the hospital after a car crash. The nurses at the station outside the ER had assured her that you were okay, just banged up. But, well, she was your mom. She’d stay worried until she could see with her own two eyes that you were alright.

“Olivia?”

Olivia jumped at the voice, recognizing it immediately.

“Casey, hey,” she said, noticing her ADA’s unkempt appearance. She’d clearly just come from the gym or home or somewhere like that, as evidenced by her running clothes. She looked anxious, too. “What are you doing here?”

“My girlfriend’s here,” she explained, voice shaky as she signed in, too.

“Jesus.” Olivia shook her head. “Must be something in the air today.”

“Are you here for work?” Casey asked, following Olivia through the double doors that led out of the ER waiting room.

She shook her head. “No, actually. My daughter was in a car wreck.”

“Oh, god, I’m so sorry,” Casey empathized. “I hope she’s okay.”

“Yeah, me too.”

They both stopped outside of Room 112, each shuffling awkwardly for a moment.

“Well,” Olivia started. “I hope your girlfriend’s okay. I’ll let you get to her.”

“Same with your daughter,” Casey added, nodding emphatically.

But, still, neither moved.

“I’m sorry,” Olivia tried again. “This is actually my daughter’s room, so I’m gonna go in now.”

Casey gaped at her, face burning. “This is your daughter’s room?”

“Yeah?” Olivia confirmed, not understanding the confusion.

“No, this is my girlfriend’s room,” Casey insisted.

The two looked at each for a long moment, gears turning until they finally clicked.

Olivia fumbled with her words. “I– you… are you…?”

Casey threw open the door and stared at you, your eyes wide and your smile even wider–you were clearly high on pain meds. “This is your daughter?” she asked Olivia, gesturing toward you.

But you answered all their questions as soon as you spoke.

“Look at this!” you observed out loud, as if you truly could not believe it in your drugged state. “My two favorite women in the whole world are here! At the same time! Wow!”

Casey sat heavily in a chair near the bed. “Oh my god,” she groaned. “Y/N, what?! Your mom is Captain Olivia Benson?!”

Olivia stood at the edge of the room, face burning, looking back and forth between you and Casey, as if she couldn’t decide who to yell at first.

“Olivia, I had no idea. I swear,” Casey said, trying to defend herself.

Your eyes narrowed, as if you were in on the world’s most obvious secret. “I had an idea,” you whispered to Casey in your loudest voice.

“Why didn’t you say anything then, you asshole?!” she yelled, trying and failing to be mad at you. It was so hard when you had that bandage on your head, with your dopey grin, and your eyes so, so clearly full of nothing but love.

“I like to walk on the wild side,” you slurred.

“No you fucking don’t!” Olivia finally yelled. “You’ve been a goody-two-shoes since before you were born. You have a 4.0 in graduate school, for god’s sake. What the hell is happening right now? Are you mad at me!? Are you going through a late-bloomer rebellious stage?”

“Oh, Mom,” you said, giggling at her. If you had looked at Casey, you would have seen her absolutely horrified by how nonchalant you were being. “Lighten up. It doesn’t have anything to do with you.”

“And you!” Olivia railed, starting in on Casey. She sat still, penitent, staring at the ground, as if preparing to accept a well-deserved lecture. “What the hell are you doing with a 20-year-old?!”

“24!” you protested.

“You’re my age! She could be your daughter!”

“I mean, I’m a little bit younger than you,” Casey grumbled.

“Mom,” you whined. “Don’t scare off my girlfriend. I like older women, okay? It’s no big deal.”

“I’m not old,” Casey protested quietly, shooting you a glare.

“Of course you’re not, babe. You’re perfect,” You tried and failed to pat her on the arm, instead just waving your hand in the air.

“I just…” Olivia let out a shaky breath. “I think I need a minute. I’ll… I’ll be back in a few.”

“Uh-oh,” you said, raising your eyebrows at Casey as the door swung shut. “Do you think she’s mad at me?”

Casey sighed and stared at you, brushing a strand of hair affectionately off your forehead. “Maybe a little… I think she’s more mad at me. I’m gonna go talk to her. I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, don’t leave me!” you called pitifully, grasping for her hand.

She smiled and laughed a bit, bending to kiss your forehead. “Are you listening to me?! I said I’d be right back. Calm down.”

Another dopey grin, and you brought her hand to your lips to kiss her palm. “Sorry. It’s hard to listen when you look so pretty.”

Casey beamed at you, her face reddening a bit. “You’re a dork,” she added before pushing the door open to go find Olivia.

Casey almost walked right into her as she stepped out the door.

“Oh,” Casey said, startled. “I was just coming to find you.” Suddenly, the thought that Olivia might have been watching through the sliver of glass in the door made Casey’s heart sink. “Did you, uh…” Her face was beet red by now. “Did you see–”

“Yes,” Olivia interrupted, her voice softer than before.

“I really am sorry, Olivia.” Casey wrung her hands. “I had no idea she was your daughter. If I had known, I would have…” “Would have what?” Olivia prompted, watching Casey closely.

Casey sighed, deciding that honesty was the best policy. “I don’t know actually. I was going to say that I would have made sure you were okay with it, but… I don’t know if that’s true. I really care for her.”

Olivia nodded, seeming to ponder Casey’s words for a moment.

“Do you love her?” she finally asked.

“Yeah, I do.” Casey’s voice was quiet, hesitant. She wasn’t quite sure how Olivia would respond, but she wasn’t about to lie or hide. Olivia’d had enough hidden from her recently.

Olivia sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Okay.”

Casey looked genuinely shocked. “Okay? Really?”

“I mean…” Olivia shrugged. “She’s an adult. It’s not really my place to tell her who to date. And, well, I can’t say you’d be at the bottom of the list of people I know that I’d want her to date.”

This felt a little insulting, considering their long work history, but Casey decided to let it slide given the circumstances.

“But if you hurt her?” Olivia’s voice turned dark for a moment, her glare so piercing that Casey almost had to look away. “Well, I know you know what kind of gun I carry.”

“Jesus, Olivia! I’m not gonna hurt her!”

Now that they were both quiet, they could hear you calling from inside the room.

“Mooooommmm,” you yelled. “Don’t scare my girlfriend, pleasseeeee! I love her! I want her to kiss me!”

Your face lit up when they walked into the room together. “Mom!” you called. “Did you know Casey is an ADA? That’s hot.”

Olivia rolled her eyes and sat on the side of your bed opposite Casey. “Yes, my love,” she said. “Believe it or not I did know about Casey being an ADA.”

You giggled to yourself conspiratorially, as if you’d just orchestrated the world’s best joke. “I know!”

“But Mooommm,” you continued. “Did you know I love her?”

“Now I do,” she grumbled.

You let your eyes fall on Casey, reaching out for her hand.

“I love her hair and her eyes and her face.”

Casey smiled at you, and you continued, letting your eyes wander down her body.

“I love her lips and her–”

“Okay!” Casey interrupted, blushing. “I think we get it, honey. Please stop talking now.”

But you were just so happy. Your head felt fuzzy and light, and the room was bright and warm, and your two favorite people were here.

“This is the best day of my life,” you said, tearing up. Casey held onto one of your hands, and your mom held the other, and for just a brief moment you saw them make eye contact, and it was as if they decided together that there was room for both of them to love you.

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Detective Stabler's Daughter

Y/n begins her Senior year of college in a Criminal Profiler class but she doesn't expect the professor to be so cute. They begin forming a romantic connection without her father Elliot Stabler knowing till she gets abducted. So Detective Stabler and Reid will have to team up together.

1 - Professor Reid

2 - Coffee Thank You

3 - The First Date

4 - Calling the BAU

5 - Finding my Way Back

6 -

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Comments really appreciated ❤️

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✧ Sick

Olivia Benson x college student daughter! reader

Warnings: implied sexual assault, coarse language. your typical SVU case discussion scenes.

Reader becomes an SVU case. Olivia gets the shock of her life seeing you walk into the precinct, teary eyed and bruised all over.

It was two a.m., the smell of the precinct’s cheap coffee hung around the air as the squad was in a heated discussion of their leads for a current case. Everybody was a little annoyed due to the lack of sleep, Liv included. Especially Liv— she was in charge. Fighting the sleep and taking another gulp of the black coffee, her ears perked up when she heard footsteps approaching herself and her squad. Her eyes briefly out of focus due to tiredness but quickly came into focus. She squints, her heart sank to the floor when she realised who it was. It was you. In tears, bruised jaw, bleeding cheek. She rushes over to you, asking you what happened.

She knew you weren’t supposed to be home from college until the day after. So you must’ve came back early. You disclosed the attack to your Mother, who then accompanied you to the hospital for an examination. She sat by your side as you laid on the exam table, feeling more vulnerable and in pain than ever as the doctor began asking you questions, swabbing, poking and prodding you. Each action sent a knife through Liv’s heart— she lets you squeeze her hand to divert away the inescapable pain, your cries made her want to double over and burst into tears, but she stayed strong for you. After a few hours, you were finally back home— the sun was rising, signalling the start of a new day but the adrenaline…it was wearing off and you were hit with exhaustion like a ton of bricks. The squad — Kat and Fin wanted to talk to you but Olivia refused to let them, wanting you to get some sleep first.

Olivia pulled the blinds down then sat in your bed with you, “You wanna get some sleep, honey?”

“Will you stay with me?” You asked meekly.

“Of course, sweet girl. I’ll be right here. Okay? Lay down, close your eyes.” And so you did, snuggling under the covers with Olivia sat in the spot beside you holding your hand.

At noon, Fin came by the apartment with Kat. They needed to talk to you, you knew you needed to tell them everything you know, but you were still feeling like a mess. Your heart still felt like it was racing, you constantly felt like someone was watching you...

They were patient with you, maybe more so than they would any other victim, but you appreciated it nonetheless. You recounted your night, letting them know where you were, who you were with and what you were doing. What you saw, what you heard and even smelt were just as crucial.Your Mom left the room hearing you talk about all that went down, and that was when you spotted a blonde in the doorway consoling her- Rollins.

When they were done with their questions, the promptly left you alone knowing you needed the space and peace. They went back to the precinct and your Mom walks back in with Rollins who came by to see you.

————

"This happened late at night the guy followed her from a bar to the subway. She tried to lose him but he kept following her. She was on her way to the precinct anyway because she knew Liv was working late and wanted to keep her company." Fin began, "Rape kit came back positive for fluids with a match to two cases in other SVUs."

"What bar was she at?" Carisi asks, looking through the file.

"A gay bar."

"Just like in these two cases. The perp did the exact same thing, only this time- they left us DNA.”

Carisi squints, taking a closer look at the information, “Our perp is a woman.”

That evening, Olivia returned to work after you persuaded her to. “We know who it is. The victims on the first two cases refused to testify.”

“One of them responded to us— she wants to testify now. And her case is still within the statute of limitations.” Carisi informs.

“Good, let’s nail this sick bitch.” Olivia declared, “y/n told me she’d testify too if that’s what it takes.”

“Hell yes. Attagirl.” Fin nodded, “We’ll get her, Liv. I promise.”

Olivia scoffs, “Fin- I appreciate it, but don’t speak too soon.”

“We will.”

[idontevenknowwhatt]

Olivia Benson Masterlist

** means 18+

x reader

None yet

x daughter

Not Worth It

[elizabethsnuts]

Would anyone like to request things for toddler!reader?? Any characters I write for is fine 💗 But I have been in a Criminal Minds and SVU mood lately.

[galaxysupreme17]

The Eras Tour

Emily Prentiss X Olivia Benson x Daughter!Reader!

It was a crisp autumn afternoon when Emily Prentiss and Olivia Benson decided to surprise their daughter Y/n with a special gift. Y/n had just finished her classes at the local high school and was relaxing at home, flipping through a magazine in the living room. Emily and Olivia exchanged knowing smiles as they approached her.

"Hey, sweetheart," Emily began, her voice tinged with excitement. "We have something for you."

Y/n looked up, curiosity sparking in her eyes. "Oh? What is it?" she asked, setting aside the magazine.

Olivia handed her an envelope with a playful grin. "Open it and find out."

Y/n's heart raced as she opened the envelope, finding three tickets inside. Her eyes widened with disbelief as she read the words printed on them: Taylor Swift's Eras tour.

"Oh my god," Y/n gasped, her hands trembling with excitement. "Are these...?"

Emily nodded with a grin. "Surprise! We thought you'd enjoy a night out at the concert."

Y/n was speechless for a moment, overwhelmed by the gesture. "Thank you both so much! This is incredible!"

In the days leading up to the concert, Y/n's excitement bubbled over. As a senior in high school, this was a dream come true. She spent hours planning her outfit—a stylish homage to Taylor Swift's iconic looks. She settled on a Reputation tour shirt tucked into high-waisted jeans, a leather jacket, and ankle boots. Emily and Olivia joined the fun, coordinating their outfits to match Y/n's enthusiasm.

The anticipation built with each passing day. Y/n gushed about the concert with her friends at school, who shared her excitement. She counted the hours until the night of the concert, unable to contain her anticipation.

On the night of the concert, the atmosphere outside the venue buzzed with energy. Y/n, Emily, and Olivia joined the throngs of excited fans, the anticipation palpable in the air. Finding their seats amidst the sea of eager concert-goers, Y/n couldn't stop talking about her favorite Taylor Swift songs and the moments she hoped to experience during the show.

As the lights dimmed and Taylor Swift took the stage, Y/n's heart raced excitedly. She sang along to every song, her voice blending seamlessly with thousands of others in the audience. Emily and Olivia watched with pride, their hearts swelling at the sight of Y/n immersed in the music she loved.

During a poignant interlude, Taylor Swift surprised everyone by inviting a fan on stage to sing a duet with her. Though Y/n wasn't chosen, she cheered alongside Emily and Olivia, caught up in the infectious joy of the moment. The concert was a whirlwind of emotions and exhilaration, leaving Y/n breathless and overjoyed by the night's end.

After the concert, the ride home was filled with laughter and animated chatter. Y/n couldn't stop talking about her favorite moments—the electrifying performances, the heartfelt ballads, and the energy that filled the arena. Emily and Olivia listened with delight, their smiles mirroring Y/n's infectious enthusiasm.

"Tonight was unforgettable," Y/n said, her voice filled with gratitude as they pulled into the driveway.

Olivia squeezed Y/n's hand affectionately. "We're so glad we could share this experience with you, sweetheart. Seeing you so happy means everything to us."

Emily nodded in agreement, her eyes shimmering with pride. "You're our rockstar, Y/n. Tonight was magical because we were all together."

As they walked into their home, Y/n hugged Emily and Olivia tightly, overwhelmed with love for her mothers and their bond. It was more than just a concert—a night of music, laughter, and cherished memories, solidifying their close-knit family even more. The night ended with Y/n feeling grateful and blessed to have such supportive and loving parents, and they knew this was just one of many memorable moments they would share.

[oneshotnewbie]

what about an Alt oneshot where the reader really struggles with Elliot leaving? Because Elliot was like a father to her so when she finds out hes gone she breaks down crying in Liv's arms. Liv has to have her in therapy because she struggles with feelings of abandonment and being unwanted like she becomes depressed?

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The sound of dripping water echoed in the bathroom. Darkness surrounded you and only a single, lonely candle stood on the edge of the bathtub. Its flame flickered in the gentle breeze that rushed through the tilted window, throwing dark, scurrying shadows on the bare white tires.

You had not been this low to the ground in ages but it was only a matter of time before your family broke. Things have not been going well for weeks between Olivia and her partner, who was like a father figure to you.

Quarrels with unrequited feelings and hurtful situation mixed with the incident at the precinct, where he shot a young woman, was the last straw. Elliot was gone. Swallowed up by the earth without saying goodbye. He had simply quit his job and disappeared.

With an idefinable gaze, you looked into the puny candle flame. You drew your knees up and laid your head on them. Sitting there, your arms wrapped tightly around your body. Lonely, lost and abandoned.

Everyone who ever loved you was gone. Only your mother was still here. But she, too, had her own life. Olivia had her new team, her important job and everything started to seem worthless around you. Just a girl who was only almost grown.

You swallowed hard and put your hand on your chest. Firmly, you pressed against your chest and ran your cold fingers over your sternum. Gasping for air, your nails clawed at thin skin, feeling the pain that wrapped itself around your heart and slowly covered it with black spots.

A single tear fell onto your bare knee and slowly ran down your lower leg, disappearing into the sea of water that encased you. Slowly, you lowered yourself into the bathwater until your body and head were completely submerged in the cool wet. The world around you obliberating and dwindling in waves, you lingered further on your thoughts.

This heart. Bruised and a witness to terribly painful losses. If only you could close this heart off, protect it from further pain, then you would finally be free. You would finally be the girl without ballast, finally be able to be able to love again without fear of abandonment.

You felt awful, started hating yourself even though it was the people you should hate for giving you love and stealing it again. For all the broken pieced they left your heart in.

"Y/n!" the matching face suddenly appeared to the muffled voice entering your ears, the expression bearing a worried and anxious grimace. Olivia quickly pushed her hands through the wall of water, grabbing your shoulders before pulling you up with a mighty jerk. "What the hell are you doing?"

You gasped, took a few deep breaths, and refilled your lungs with the oxygen it needed. The darknes had seduced you and made you forget that your body was already screaming for air while you were lost in your mind. "I-I am sorry"

Feeling the cold gradually sifting through your bones, crushing you and eating you from the inside out, you were thankful that your mother immediately grabbed a towel and wrapped it around your shoulders, gently stroking your upper arms.

There was no sound. Even the drops of water that fell from your damp hair seemed afraid to move. The silence between both of you was so stifling, that Olivia held her breath for several secounds before taking a cautious step towards you, sitting on the floor next to the bathtub before leaning against the wall.

"Y/n?" she breathed, listened strenously into the darkness and looking into your pale face, whose color once had a beautiful beige hue. The sight of her daughter was far more painful than she had ever thought possible and she had to restrain herself from letting tears flow.

A thousand small but sharp needles pierced her heart. The woman knew it had something to do with Elliot´s departure, shortly after telling you that you would probably never come back, you had completely changed character and turned distant. Yes, almost depressed. "I want you to see a therapist," she whispered in a trembling voice and reached out a hand that stroked a stray strand of hair from your face.

Your eyes instantly watered as you began to sniffle. "Was I not worth anything to him? Not even a goodbye?" you whimpered softly, ignoring the sentence that just left your mothers mouth. A single tear trickled down your cheeks, mixing with the pearls of bath water that dripped down your chin in unison.

"Why did he leave us?" you sobbed and she leaned forward, dropping her head onto yours. Your voice cracked, fading until your body shook with silent tears in her embrace. "I thought we were family. H-he was like a father to me!"

Olivia´s hand found yours and intertwined with your fingers gently, as if you would break if she made a wrong move. She understood the pain you endured, knew exactly what such an exit without warning could do to a soul. Especially one as young as yours.

That Elliot chose to escape his emotional problems by disappearing was typical for him. Still, she missed her partner. The warmth that surrounded his body. The perfume that gradually faded and was forgotten. The woman missed the stubborn guy with aggression problems. The man who was a friend to her, if not a lot more.

He was the first guy to show her that there could be a relationship between friendship and family. Strong and unique like she had never felt before in her life. They had solved the most diverse and dangerous cases and defeated the worst people.

Elliot was one of the most important people her daughter´s life, along with her and Amanda but now he was gone. Now she had to sweep up the shards he had left behind and glue them together.

She was willing to stand by you and follow in his footsteps to represent both sides of being a parent. It would be difficult, especially at first, but she knew you could both do it together.

Tears rolled freely down her cheeks as she broke out of her painful thoughts while standing up and slowly pulling your petrified and blunted body out of the bathtub. While she dried you off and dressed you, gently combin your wet hair and blow-drying it, you were completely absent to reality, staring blankly at the cold tiles decorating the sink. 

Shivering and surrounded by inner coldness, you felt like freezing to death. It was too painful to fight it back. Cold was the pain you felt since he was gone, and you did not know if it would ever fade away.

[hotmomsonly101]

Little kicks (Olivia benson x fem reader)

Summary: you’re 6 months pregnant with you and Olivia(your wife) baby, whilst your at work you feel your baby kicking you

warnings: none

every since I told Olivia that we are pregnant, she is by my side 24/7 Olivia is always there for me as is Noah, I barely get to do my job because Olivia is the boss and doesn't want me doing field work she wants me at the station that's is the only way she will let me work is if I stay at the station til after I give birth.

this morning was something, Olivia was called into early and she took Noah to school so I was alone, I had some paperwork to do so I had to get up and go to work, so I get up and slowly walk to the bathroom to take a shower, after I get out I do my hair, and get dressed I put on a long gray dress and sandals and I start to do my makeup and my phone rings

I see the contract name “wife❤️” I answer it

“Hello”I say as I’m doing my eyeliner

“Hey princess, what you up to” she says I can hear typing at her computer

“I’m doing my makeup and then I’m coming to do paperwork” I start on my mascara

“Oh okay baby, please be careful driving here”I can hear the worried tone

“Liv I will be fine, it’s not that far of a drive”I finish my makeup “I’m on the way I’m done with my makeup”

“Okay beautiful can’t wait to see you I love you be safe” I grab my keys and my bag

“I love you to liv” I say and I hang up, I slowly walk to my car and drive to the office, and slowly walk inside and go into Olivia’s office

“Ow ow, I think I’m in pain, your beauty is killing me”she says as she looks at me through her glasses

“Shut up” I say putting my bag on her couch

“Come here”she spins in her chair to face me

I walk over and lean down and kiss her lips slowly she grips on my waist as we share a romantic and intimate kiss we break the kiss and Olivia puts her hand on my belly

“How is my little munchkin”she asks slowly rubbing my belly and planting little kisses on it

“Hasn’t been to active today” I smile and knit my fingers through her hair

After some time I really had to get my work done, so I go and sit in the corner of her office, I don’t really have a desk I mean I do but I prefer to be near Olivia and Olivia prefers me to be close to her in case something happens anyways, since I’ve been going through a lot of pain and throwing up lately liv wants to be able to keep an eye on me just to make sure I’m okay.

Half way through i need a break so i grab my water bottle and drink it and close my eyes, my back is killing me, my child will be the death of me, I’ve had the most worst pains like my back, my breast and my feet, I’ve been making sure to get enough rest and drink as much water as I can. Olivia is on the phone talking to someone, I’m not sure who but I slowly stand up and hold my stomach as put my hand on the couch to steady myself.

“Oh fuck” I say as my daughter just kicked the side of me with such force

Olivia looks at me and tells the person that she will call them back and rushes to her face and comes to me

“are you okay honey” she says as she makes her way to me and grabs my waist

“She just kicked me so hard liv, and my back hurts so bad”I look at her getting emotional and tears fall

“Hey baby, it’s okay” she grabs my face with her hands and makes me look at her “just breathe princess it’s okay” she wipes my tears and kisses my forehead as I take some deep breaths

Olivia turns me around and goes behind me and from behind she rubs my belly with her hands and kisses my cheek loving before she lightly lifts my belly so I can breathe for a moment without the pressure of my baby

“Better angel” she kisses my temple

“Yes, I’m not carrying anymore kids” she laughs as I say that “seriously Livy” I tell her

“I know baby but you are so funny” she keeps kissing my temple

Olivia just cradles my baby bump with care, kissing at my temple and whispering loving words into my ears, after some time she lightly lowers it I definitely feel much better that I got a little break of having to carry my heavy daughter only 4 more months til I don’t have to carry a human being in my body

“Thank you Livy” I smile at her

“Anything for you angel” she grabs my face and gives me a loving and gentle kiss, I smile into it

“I love you”I tell her as we break our kiss

“I love you more sweets”she says before she gives me another deep and gentle kiss

For the rest of the day I did my paperwork and hung out with Olivia whilst she did captain duty’s and then we went home so I can relax and sleep off the painful and how pregnancy pains.

[yelenasdiary]

What about a messed up Oliva x daughter fic where reader is at a party and gets saed and her mom ends up working the case and helping her get therapy and walks her through the court thing?

Never Alone

Pairing: Olivia Benson x Daughter! Reader

Summary: A simple party with your bestfriend should be fun and safe but in a blink of an eye, everything goes terribly wrong. 

Heavy Angst, Comfort.

Warnings: She/her pronouns, Sexual Assault (not detailed), Unwanted male attention, Mentions of underage drinking, Mentions of illegal drugs (R’s drink being spiked), Medical Talk, Mentions of Blood and Bruising, Depression Mentions, Language Warning | 1.9K

AC: Please only read this is you want too! Given the topic of the request, I don’t expect people to read this unless they want too. Trigger warnings are in place, please do not ignore them! If you ever need somebody to talk too, my dms/asks are always open. I also want to add, I am from Australia, so idk how the US schooling system works so bear with me. 

Olivia was a little uneasy letting you go to a party with your best friend, but she had plenty of trust in you. She gave you a curfew of 11pm, no later and if you weren’t home or at least text her your whereabouts, she wasn’t afraid to use the team to find you. It was only supposed to be a small get together as your friend explained, you were only 19 years old and you knew the importance of how underage drinking isn’t on the list of things your mother would allow you to do. Of course you’ve had a taste of alcohol before, you’re human. 

The get together was nothing more than a party. At first, it irritated you that your friend misled you just so she could go to this party and try to hook up with the guy she’d been talking too but you decided to just let it go and try to have a good time. You grabbed a red plastic cup and poured yourself some soda, as long as it was in a red cup, people would think you were drinking and not question you. 

Hits from the radio blared loudly through the house of the guy you’ve never spoken to. Jocks could be heard over the music, yelling and laughing as the night went on and the music got louder. You found yourself talking to a small group of people who didn’t’ seem too interest in making sure all eyes were on them, unlike the jocks and popular people.  They were nice and you enjoyed their company, but you couldn’t help noticing the young male across the room who couldn’t stop staring at you. It was uncomfortable and decided to excuse yourself from the group to get yourself another drink of soda and find your best friend. 

“What are you drinking?” An unfamiliar voice came up behind you. Slowly, you turned around and saw the guy from before. To be kind, you smiled softly at him, “oh, just getting my friend some soda” you lied. He took a step closer, “yeah, but, what are you drinking?” He asked once more. He smelt heavily of alcohol which told you more than you needed to know. 

“Just water” you replied. 

“Oh come on, that’s no fun. What are you like a Christian or something?” He chuckled. You chuckled lightly to keep the peace, “I’m more of a babysitter for my friend tonight” you replied. Which wasn’t entirely a lie. Your eyes wandered over to the pool out the back where you saw your best friend sitting in the lap of the guy she’d been crushing on for months. 

“Well, where’s this friend of yours?” The guy’s voice brought you back to him, “huh? Oh, she’s around” you replied beginning to feel a little uneasy and wanting to get away. 

“I’m Milo” he added, reaching his hand out to shake yours. Again, kindly, you took his hand and shook it, “I’m Y/n, it’s nice to meet you but I really should get back to my friend” you said, hoping the excuse wouldn’t bother him. “You’re Holly’s friend, right?” He asked. 

You nodded, “Yeah, how’d you know?” You asked. 

“Sebastian is my best friend” Milo said, “He hasn’t shut up about Holly for weeks” he added with another chuckle but still, something about him made you feel uneasy. “Oh” you said, “well, I guess they both really like each other” you added, racking your brain for another excuse to be able to leave the room. “I need to use the bathroom, excuse me” the words fell from your lips. Milo moved slightly out of your way as you began to move your way through the crowd of people, your new drink in hand. 

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Your vision was blurry as you stumbled drunkenly towards Holly with tears streaming down your face. “Oh my god, Y/n, what the fuck happened?!” Holly gasped, catching you before you fell to your knees. “I n-need to go” you stuttered, “please” you added, begging. She nodded before looking back at Sebastian, “I’ll call an uber” he offered before reaching for his phone. You hung onto your best friend wishing she was your mother, “I ne-need mom” you stuttered once more. Holly swallowed the lump in her throat as she took in the state of you from your busted lip to the grazes on your knees, she tried to fight back the tears as her fear slowly became more and more clear. 

“I’ll take to you her” Holly spoke softly, not letting you out of her hold. 

Holly took you to the ER in a worry. She told the nurses who took you in that she believed you were spiked and that an attack may have happened. You were too in and out of it to even form a sentence at this point, so Holly took out her phone and called your mom. Olivia was at her desk going over some case evidence when Holly’s phone call came through. 

“Holly, hi, is everything okay?” Your mother asked. 

“Olivia, I don’t know what happened” Holly started, “she wasn’t drinking, I swear!” She added. Holly's distressed tone only worried Olivia even more than she was, “Holly, calm down and tell me what happened, where are you?” The captain replied, trying to get the girl to take a moment to calm down. 

“We’re at the hospital” Holly said after a moment of silence, “I think she was attacked” she added. The words making Olivia feel sick to her stomach with worry. “I’m on my way” your mother replied before hanging up and grabbing her coat and bag, storming out of her office. 

“Hey, Liv, is everything okay?” Rollins stopped her in her tracks, Olivia turned to her, fighting back the tears of pure fear and worry for her daughter. She shook her head, “I think Y/n was assaulted, she’s at the hospital. I have to go” she replied. 

Nothing more needed to be said, Rollins offered any support she could give and assured her captain that she’d make sure everything was held down at the office. 

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A rape kit was taken along with all over necessary tests. Olivia never left your side at the hospital, waiting for you to sleep off the effects of the date-rape drug you had been spiked with. She had the team shut down the party and get the names of everybody at the party, they took any statements from others who had seen you at the party before they reported back to their captain. Olivia wanted to wait until you were able to tell your story before any other actions would be made.

When you finally awoke, you felt relief to see your mother by your side, you couldn’t help but apologize for the events that took place. 

“Honey, listen to me, you have nothing to be sorry for. No alcohol was found in your system, this isn’t your fault, okay?” She assured you as you broke down in her arms once more. Your memory of the attack was hazy, you couldn’t remember much but you do remember the feeling you had when Milo was talking to you. 

“I don’t want to say it was him, but he just made me really comfortable” you said after explaining the encounter with the young male. Your mother nodded, “We do have some DNA so I’ll get Fin to bring Milo in for question and a sample” she said. Anything you could remember was important to the case. 

You were discharged from the hospital the next day; you wanted nothing more than to just take a shower and curl up into your own bed and forget everything that had happened. Milo’s DNA came back a negative match, so they brought him back in for more questioning, this time from the captain herself. 

“H-how is Y/n?” Milo asked in a stutter. 

“Don’t you dare ask about my daughter” Olivia shot him a deep look making Milo look down at his feet under the table as Olivia took a seat across from him. “I want to talk about what you and Y/n spoke about the other night and why you just couldn’t seem to keep your eyes to yourself” Benson added. 

“Nothing, I just asked what she was drinking” Milo replied, slowly looking up at the woman across from him. “I didn’t mean to make her uncomfortable, okay? I was drunk, I just, I just wanted to get to know her” 

“What about Owen?” Olivia replied, catching Milo’s attention. His eyes widened slightly at the name. “W-what do you mean?” He asked in another stutter. 

“Owen is your brother, right?” 

Milo nodded. 

“Witnesses say that they saw you and Owen take Y/n upstairs and I know your DNA came back negative so let’s cut the shit. What happened?” 

Milo sunk into his chair, unable to look at your mother in the eyes. The room filled with silence which told Olivia more than she asked. 

“Where is Owen?” She asked. 

“I don’t know” Milo replied, “I haven’t seen him last night” he added. Olivia lent forward, “if you tell me what happened, we can work out a deal with the DA. You care about your brother, and I understand that, but you need to tell me where he is” Olivia offered, the room filling with silence once more before Milo broke. 

“It wasn’t my idea, okay? I tried to talk him out of it, but he always gets his own way. He saw Y/n and Holly arrive at the party; he knew Holly was there for Sebastian and wasn’t interested in her. He told me to talk to her, so I did. I didn’t mean for anything to happen, I swear. He just said that she would have a little more fun if she wasn’t sober. 

I didn’t think he was going to rape her! I slipped the drug into her drink like he told me too, as she walked away from me to use the bathroom, Owen followed her after that. Like half an hour later she just wanted to go home, she said she was tired and wanted to go to bed. Owen said that she could take a nap upstairs and told me to help him take her up there. 

I’m sorry, okay?” Milo broke down, “I should’ve known better. The minute he told me this is where the fun begins and told me to keep guard, I should’ve known! I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry” he added. 

Olivia took a moment to keep things professional, “Milo, I need your help to bring him in, okay? Can you do that?” She asked. Hesitantly, Milo nodded.

----

With the case closed and Owen in custody with a confession, Olivia’s worries didn’t end there. Over the past few days, she noticed how distance you had quickly become, it was something she suspected. It was going to be a long road to recovery, and she wanted to make sure you had the best in the business to help you through all of it. 

“I’ll be waiting right here, okay?” You mom assured you in the waiting room of the therapist she’d been recommended for you. She held your hand tightly while the two of you waited patiently for your name to be called. “Can you come in with me?” you asked. 

“If you want me there darling, of course” she replied. You nodded slowly before placing your head on her shoulder. “I don’t want to do this alone” you said softly.

“Sweetheart, you’re never alone. I promise” she assured you, her thumb brushing gently over your knuckles.

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MASTERLIST

Olivia Benson (Law & Order: SVU)

Can You Stay?

Texts from Olivia Benson

Eyes Open

When Worlds Collide (x daughter!reader)

Alex Blake (Criminal Minds)

What You Want (18+)

Inside Your Head

Texts from Alex Blake

Haircut

Alex Cabot (Law & Order: SVU)

Alex Cabot x Reader Headcanons

After General Anesthesia

Alex Cabot x Casey Novak x Reader SFW Headcanons

What You Give

Texts from Alex Cabot (18+)

Carol Danvers (Marvel)

Forgetting

Find Your People (x sibling!reader)

Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn Nine-Nine)

A Hard Day

Just Playing

Headcanons: Coming Out to Rosa Diaz as Transmasc

Passenger Princess

A Little Lunch

Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds)

N/A

Lee Harker (Longlegs)

Cocooned

The Halloween Party

Jennifer Jareau (Criminal Minds)

The Dogs

The Intruder

Fight or Flight (x daughter!reader)

Texts from Jennifer "JJ" Jareau (18+)

The Aftermath

Johanna Mason (The Hunger Games)

Home Again

Casey Novak (Law & Order: SVU)

Clueless

Someone Will See

First Time (18+)

Sunday Mornings

She Likes You Anyway

Empty House (18+)

You're Safe Now

Home for the Holidays

Take Me Out to the Ball Game (18+)

I Need You To

Your Brother's Wedding

Casey Novak x Reader Headcanons

After General Anesthesia

Panic! At the DA's Office

Alex Cabot x Casey Novak x Reader SFW Headcanons

May the Fourth Be With You

Changes

With the Crack of a Bat

Just One Kiss

Texts from Casey Novak

They Go Low

Getting Older, Too

Interrogations

When Worlds Collide

Frozen Oranges

Maggie Pierce (Grey's Anatomy)

Just as Friends

Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)

The Surprise Series Masterlist

Coming Out

Let Me Keep You Safe (18+)

Emily Prentiss x Reader Headcanons

Shelter from the Storm

Don't Lie to Me

Burning (18+)

Tracing You

Tiny (x daughter!reader)

Doxxed

Control (18+)

The World's Largest Box of Condoms (x daughter!reader)

Touchy (18+)

Texts from Emily Prentiss (18+)

White Fang

Arizona Robbins (Grey's Anatomy)

N/A

Natasha Romanoff (Marvel)

N/A

Amelia Shepherd (Grey's Anatomy)

Sick Call

Aces

Tea for Two

Strap Up (18+)

Postpartum (18+)

Playing It Safe (18+)

You're Mine (18+)

The R Word

Left Unsaid (18+)

Texts from Amelia Shepherd (18+)

Callie Torres (Grey's Anatomy)

N/A

Cristina Yang (Grey's Anatomy)

N/A

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1 - Professor Reid

Part 2

Detective Stabler’s Daughter

Here's the first chapter and as always if you have anything you'd like to see. I always leave my stories open for suggestions.

“Are you sure you have your pepper spray?” My father Elliot asked me like the tenth question in the car driving me from our house to my college where my younger sister Kathleen was going to be attending this year.

Sending my dad a glance he was panicking far too much about this, especially since it was my senior year there and nothing bad has ever happened. “Dad, please calm down.”

“You know if anything goes wrong, call 911.” He added another point not hearing me.

I sighed, slumping my shoulders. “Dad! It’s my senior year. I will be perfectly fine.”

“I deal with the worst people in the city, honey. I just don’t want something to happen to you when I’m not there to protect you.” He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel waiting for the light to change green.

We finally pulled up in the parking lot outside the building of my first class. We had already moved my stuff in my dorm but my parents also said if I wanted to come home for a while I could. Getting out of the car I went around and hugged my father when he got out of the car. “Don't worry so much. Besides I'll have my sister here to have my back.”

“Y/n. Dad!” We turned our heads seeing my sister running towards us across the parking lot.

I broke the embrace from him, engulfing her in a tight hug. “Kathleen!”

“I've missed you.” I squeezed her tightly back even though we had only been apart a week since she moved in a week earlier being a freshman.

We finally broke our hug turning to face our father. He was standing in front of us simply just staring at us. He was always overprotective of every single one of his children. “You two need to stay in constant contact with each other. If you can’t reach the other, tell me or your mother immediately.”

“We know dad.” I grumbled loving him but this was a tad much.

Kathleen walked up to him, hugging him. “Dad, stop being such a worrier. Y/n and I will be fine without you breathing down our necks.”

“I love you both - uh I better get to work.” His phone vibrated in his pocket when he broke the hug with her. He began walking away from us pointing his index finger at us rounding the corner out of our sights. “Be responsible. Both of you.”

Kathleen and I said in unison, looping arms with each other heading off in the direction of our first class of the school year. “Love you dad.”

My sister and I entered the building seeing that the room was shaped like theater seating that were slightly surrounding the professor desk and large white board. We decided to sit in the second row seating in the middle for the best view, but where we didn't come off as so eager to learn. Reaching inside my backpack I drew out a light green notebook. “So do you have your sights on getting a boyfriend before you leave here?”

“What no.” I whipped my head around at my sisters question.

She huffed. “Why not?”

“Because I have been perfectly happy doing my college years without a boyfriend and I'm quite sure I can finish out my last one without one.” I explained to her sitting some pencils beside my notebook.

My sister clicked her tongue. “That's my goal for you this year. To get you a boyfriend.”

“How about you focus on your studies.” I reminded her.

The rest of the classroom began filling up with people before a different door was opened and closed behind the person who walked in. The guy that I assumed could only be our professor sat down on a satchel on the long desk. “Good afternoon class. My name is Dr. Spencer Reid. You can call me Professor Reid.”

“He’s cute.” I heard one of the girls in front of us.

I picked up my pencil marking notes for myself across the syllabus we had to have printed out before the first day of class and already read over it. “Awe.” Another girl rested her chin in the palm of her hands.

“I assume you all have read the syllabus but if you have any questions feel free to ask.” The professor explained brushing his hands over his clothes. He was wearing a gray shirt underneath a black suit jacket and some brown dress shoes.

Kathleen tapped my shoulder trying to talk to me. “They are right. He is rather cute.”

“Sssh Kath.” I warned her wanting to pay attention instead of gossiping.

“Okay let’s take a moment now to discuss the difference between a trigger and a stressor.” Professor Reid began the lecture for our first day of class. “A trigger is a sensory event experienced by an offender that precipitates subsequent behavior whereas a stressor is a longer term pattern of behavior or circumstances which pushes a person into behaving differently than they normally would.”

Some of the other girls in the class began twirling their hair and giving him the doe eyes, clearly not paying attention to what he was saying. “You’re probably gonna wanna write this down. I shouldn’t be telling you this but I’m definitely putting this on the final.”

“I’m only auditioning this class.” My pencil moved across the page taking down detailed notes until a girl with long black hair raised her hand in the air.

Our professor raised a brow. “Is anyone else auditioning this class?”

“Oh man. He’s definitely cute.” Kathleen mumbled under my breath.

I rolled my eyes at her statement seeing most of the girls in the class raise their hands answering his question. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Okay - unfortunately that is all the time we have for today. Thank you guys, class dismissed.” He paused, eyeing his wrist watch and dismissing the class earlier than the end time that was listed.

Kathleen began putting her stuff away getting to her feet to leave like most people were. “Cool. Out of class early on the first day. Can you show me around the campus?”

“Yeah sure.” I answered her.

I heard our professor’s voice call out to me suddenly. “Excuse me, miss. Can I talk with you for a second?”

“Uh me?” I turned my body around, eyeing him standing down by his desk.

He nodded yes to me. “Yes.”

“Oooh already in trouble on day one.” Kathleen teased.

I glared at her, waving her off and gathering my stuff to go meet him down at his desk. My sister slipped out the double doors into the hallway. “I’ll find you later. Hi Professor Reid, you wanted to speak with me.”

“I noticed you and your friend were the only ones really paying attention in my lecture today.”

I made a simple noise at his point. “Oh.”

“I just wanted to say thank you. It was kinda embarrassing to learn that the majority of girls in here are auditing my class.”

Hugging my notebook closer to my chest I sent him a kind smile not expecting him to admit that it affected him. “Well uh - thank you for saying that, Professor.”

“Call me Spencer - um only if you want to - if we’re talking like this. Never mind, I shouldn't have said that. That was very unprofessional of me Ms.-“ He stuttered on his words, shifting from foot to foot.

I felt my face turn red at what he had just said until I shook my head pushing whatever I was feeling away since I was a student and he was a professor. “Stabler, Y/n Stabler. I’ll - uh see you tomorrow Professor Reid.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Ms. Stabler.” He replied watching me exit the classroom while I peaked over my shoulder sparing him one glance before I was out of sight.

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