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slightlygaywritesslightlytoomuch · 7 months ago

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Olivia benson x fem!reader

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The scent of burnt coffee and regret hung heavy in the air of Olivia's apartment. Two years. Two whole years had passed since the fight, a stupid, petty argument that escalated into a chasm Olivia never thought you'd willingly jump into. You called her a workaholic, her nights spent hunched over case files a constant reminder of how little time she had for anything else. You, with your fiery spirit and infectious laugh, deserved more than that. Olivia, in a fit of exhaustion and frustration, had thrown it back, words laced with the bitterness of a job that chipped away at her soul piece by piece. "Then maybe you should find someone who has time for you!"

You slammed the door on your way out, the echo of it reverberating in Olivia's ears long after you were gone. She called, texted, left desperate messages on your voicemail, hoping, praying you wouldn't disappear like smoke. But disappear you did. No forwarding address, no trace on social media, your phone number disconnected. You vanished like a ghost, leaving behind a gaping hole in Olivia's life.

The days blurred into weeks, weeks into months. Olivia threw herself into work, the familiar sting of righteous anger and the hunt for justice a poor substitute for the warmth of your hand in hers. She saw traces of you everywhere – in the coffee shop where you always ordered your extra-sweet cappuccino, in the park where you used to steal glances at the stray dogs, in the bookstore where you'd lose yourself in detective novels. Each time, a jolt of hope would momentarily flicker, only to be extinguished by the crushing reality of your absence.

Then came the call. It was a cold, rainy November night, the city slick with the first kiss of winter. Elliot's voice crackled through the line, a raw urgency in his tone. "Liv, you gotta get down here. Warehouse raid. Russian mob. We found girls."

Olivia's throat went dry. Human trafficking. It was an all too familiar story, a stain on the city's soul. But the case didn't register fully, not yet. All she could think about was girls, young lives stolen, innocence shattered.

The warehouse was a desolate, concrete tomb. The air hung heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the despairing whimpers that echoed from behind the heavy metal doors. Olivia and the team kicked them down, a cacophony of shouts and flashing lights filling the cavernous space.

The girls were everywhere. Huddled in corners, eyes wide with terror, their bodies frail shadows under layers of grime. As Olivia moved through the room, a primal instinct kicked in, a fierce protectiveness that burned through the years of jaded detachment. She knelt before a young girl, barely a teenager, tears tracing dirty streaks down her pale cheeks. The girl flinched instinctively, eyes downcast.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Olivia murmured, her voice soft and soothing. "We're here to help you now."

A gruff voice interrupted. "Liv, you need to see this."

Elliot stood by a makeshift bed in a back room, his face grim. Olivia followed his gaze. There, on the threadbare mattress, lay a figure draped in a tattered blanket. It was you.

The blood drained from Olivia's face. Your face, pale and gaunt, was framed by matted hair. Your once vibrant eyes were closed, your breathing shallow. A choked sob escaped her lips. How? Why?

Elliot noticed her reaction, his eyes instantly filled with understanding. "We need to get her to the hospital," he said, his voice gruff but kind.

The sterile white of the hospital room felt like a slap. Olivia sat by your bedside, a vigil kept through the long night. Machines beeped rhythmically, a constant reminder of your fragility. Hours turned into days, and finally, your eyelids fluttered open.

Confusion clouded your gaze for a moment before recognition dawned. Your eyes widened, a flicker of fear giving way to disbelief. "Olivia?"

Her voice was a hoarse whisper, but to Olivia, it was a symphony. "Yeah, it's me. You're safe now."

Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling down your cheeks. You tried to speak, but your voice was weak. Olivia leaned closer, catching your words.

"You left," you rasped, your voice tinged with accusation.

Olivia flinched. "I..." she started, the words catching in her throat. Shame and regret were a bitter cocktail in her mouth.

"Don't," you cut her off, a flicker of your old fire returning. "Just... tell me what happened."

It poured out of her then, a torrent of words – the fight, the desperation, the months spent searching for you. You listened in silence, With a tear slipping down her cheek, Olivia reached out and grasped your hand, her touch sending a jolt through you. The years of separation melted away, replaced by a raw vulnerability that left you breathless.

"I was so stupid, Y/N," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Work consumed me, and I took you for granted. I never thought you'd leave."

You squeezed her hand back, a silent understanding passing between you. The hurt of the fight was still there, a dull ache in your chest, but seeing Olivia like this, broken and filled with remorse, softened the blow.

"I said some pretty awful things too," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I shouldn't have stormed out like that."

Olivia's eyes met yours, a flicker of hope igniting within them. "Can you ever forgive me?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken longing. You looked at the woman you once loved, the woman you realized you never truly stopped loving. The past two years had been a nightmare, a desolate wasteland devoid of her warmth.

Taking a deep breath, you reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The gesture was small, intimate, a silent promise.

"I already have," you murmured, your voice thick with emotion.

A choked sob escaped Olivia's lips as she leaned forward, burying her face in the crook of your neck. Tears streamed down her face, hot against your skin. You held her close, whispering words of comfort, the silence of the hospital room broken only by the soft beeps of the machines and the rhythm of your intertwined breaths.

As the days turned into weeks, you recovered slowly, your body healing alongside the fractured pieces of your relationship with Olivia. The nights were filled with whispered confessions, apologies, and the tentative rebuilding of trust. You spoke about your ordeal, the horrors you witnessed at the hands of your captors, the despair that threatened to consume you.

Olivia listened patiently, her arms wrapped around you, a silent shield against the encroaching darkness. She held you close as you cried, her presence a source of strength and solace.

When you were finally released from the hospital, Olivia took you back to her apartment. It felt different, the emptiness replaced by a sense of cautious optimism. There were nights you'd lie awake, the echo of the past lingering in the air, but Olivia was always there, a comforting presence by your side.

One evening, as you sipped tea on the fire escape, the city lights twinkling below, Olivia turned to you, her eyes filled with a newfound determination.

"We'll get through this, together," she said, her voice firm. "You and me."

You met her gaze, a smile gracing your lips. "Together," you echoed, the simple word holding the promise of a future rebuilt, stronger and more cherished than ever before. The fight that tore you apart had left its scars, but it had also shown you the strength of your bond, a love that even the darkest of nights couldn't extinguish.

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szaismyqueen · 1 year ago

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All Mine (Chapter One)

olivia rodrigo x gp!reader

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You believe Olivia Rodrigo could pass as the most oblivious person in the world. Everyone else around her, and you, could see how much you treasured her.

They saw how you'd stare so much you'd forget to blink, they'd hear the "I love you's" under your breath.

They noticed it all, the look in your eyes explained it. How deeply in love you were falling with your best friend. You'd never openly admit to it, sure, but you didn't need to. Olivia was easy to love, she was so gentle, so compassionate. It was hard to not fall in love with her.

Quite since you guys were constantly at each other hips, you practically knew her like the back of your palm. You knew her favorite album, her favorite color, her favorite song, and her favorite shirt to wear. God, you knew her better than she knows herself.

The moment you realized you loved her was scary. The two of you were walking down the late-night streets of Los Angles in desperate need of food. Thankfully there was a 24/7 burger joint that you both rushed to, laughing along the way.

It was odd, Olivia hadn't done anything out of the blue. She just sat there, smiling at you as you smiled back. But, that's when your eyes started exploring, taking in every detail of her face, how could you not see this before, she was so goddamn beautiful. She looked amazing naturally, with no makeup, nothing. It was just her, and you loved that. You loved her dark brown eyes, you loved her pink plum lips, you loved her.

Once you noticed, your heart stopped. You felt like the room was shrinking and of course, Olivia took notice of this. Taking your hand, those eyes that you loved staring into yours, showing some much care in them. "Hey, you okay?"

Her thumb rubbed the back of your hand, reassuringly. Never has Olivia's touch left such a mark on you, your body immensely got goosebumps, and you felt as if your heart was going to explode.

You clear your throat, trying to take your mind off the fact that you're deeply in love with your best friend and you only noticed now. "Yeah, sorry! I'm just hungry." You lie. "Oh,"

You can almost visibly see her relax, "I'll go check on the food, be right back." You nod, sending her a smile before she leaves out of sight. You sigh, your hands running down your face, you were so screwed.

After that night you slowly started to pull away from the brunette, you were scared, and that was totally reasonable. You were scared of losing your best friend because you couldn't keep your feeling in check. You stopped coming over, you stopped calling her every day, then eventually you stopped texting. Completely going ghost. Was it a shitty thing to do, yes, were you thinking about that at the time, no?

Olivia didn't know what she had done, she was losing sleep over it. Rethinking about all the stuff she's said or could've done, what did she do to make you ignore her?

Days passed, weeks passed, and then months passed. You and Olivia hadn't spoken a word to each other for exactly six months, ten days, and fourteen hours. To be fair Olivia tried to get in contact with you, but your best friends stayed loyal to you, telling them they couldn't do anything. After a while, she gave up and let you move on.

You left Olivia because you thought your feelings would fade away, but they didn't. They only strengthened and all you wanted was to have her back in your arms. Eventually, it became a problem. You stopped going on, you stopped working on music, you locked yourself in your room only going out to get food. Your friends were worried about you, they tried getting you to explain what happened between the two of you but you never did.

Until Kai practically beat it out of you. "I swear to god Y/NN! Open this door." Kai shouted outside of your bedroom door, repeatedly banging on it. You take the pillow under you, placing it on top of your face. "You know what! Fine!"

Taking that as a sign she's leaving, you relax, turning onto your stomach and pulling your blanket above your head. Your heart nearly leaves your body when you feel cool air hitting your body as the blanket was fiercely pulled off of you.

"You fucking idiot! You forgot I'm from New York." She laughs holding up her credit card, your eyebrows furrow as you sit up in your bed in shock, she in fact did open the door with her credit card.

"Anyways," She takes a deep breath calming herself down. "Get up now. Go take a shower, shave.. please, and put on some fresh clothes."

"Kai-"

"Now, Y/N." You throw your head back, but get up heading towards the shower. After taking a shower, shaving, and putting on some fresh clothes you walked back out to a clean apartment. Confused you walked into the living room, seeing your three best friends. Normally you weren't an emotional person but seeing how they went out of their way to get you back on your feet brought tears to your eyes, Cameron smiled immediately bringing you into a hug, Elliot and Kai joining in.

It's been two months and four days after that day, mentally you were in a better headspace. You haven't thought of Olivia ever since you heard one of her songs playing on the radio, but other than that you didn't.

All that was on your mind was music, your friends, your family, and Skylar. The two of you met through Kai, she was having a small get-together and she decided to invite Skylar. There were only about ten people in the average-sized apartment your best friend owned, the music was really low, and all you could hear were the distant chatter in the living room.

You had left the room to get snacks for everyone, not knowing Skylar got up right behind you, you dropped the container of popcorn on the ground once you turned around, seeing the older woman. "Shit!"

"I'm so sorry, that’s my-" You interrupt, waving her off. "No, you're all good. I'm just too much of a pussy." Skylar laughs, crouching as well to clean up the spilled popcorn. You lift your head, and she does the same, staring into each other eyes. "I'm Y/N by the way... if you didn't know."

"Skylar. It's nice to meet you, Y/N." You smile at her, and she reciprocates, looking back down to hide her blush and finishing cleaning up the mess you made.

It felt nice to start dating again, Skylar was a good girlfriend. She kept you in check, and you were very grateful for her. And you wanted the whole world to know that. A few weeks after you and Skylar made it official you announced it to social media. The comments were mixed, they called her pretty and then the others called her a look-alike of Olivia. Those kinds of comments annoyed you and whenever you'd see one, you'd delete it right away.

You both made your first appearance as a couple on the VMAs red carpet, in the moment it felt amazing. Then, later on, you started to get into your head. You were competing with Olivia and a few other amazing artists for Song of the Year.

Justin Bieber and The Kid Laori performed their song, and then there she was.

You didn't know if it was the lights, the crowd, the atmosphere, or just her. Your heart felt like it was pounding out of your chest, hands were sweaty as if it was over 100 degrees in the room. And that horrible feeling in your stomach, gosh, you needed to go home.

But you couldn't.

You couldn't just walk out of the VMAs, and you didn't really want to. Confusing, right? That's what your brain was at this moment, confused. You were happy to see her, of course, you were. Why wouldn't you be? Would it be horrible to admit you missed her? That you missed her laugh? That you missed her singing? That you just craved her at this point?

You didn't know where this feeling was coming from. You moved on, right? But, why does it feel like you're experiencing that night all over again?

You're knocked out of your thoughts by your girlfriend, "Hey, you okay?" The crowd is loud, so she leans into your ear. You place a hand on her shoulder, reassuringly before nodding your head. She gives you a small smile before turning back towards the stage, you do the same.

The loud instruments play, blasting in your ear before they stop. A familiar tune plays and again they're heard, along with a familiar voice. One that you missed so dearly. You look over to your girlfriend who is surprisingly enjoying the performance, singing along perfectly.

You never knew she was such a big fan, it was shocking actually. Skylar would never play her music around you but you have seen a couple of Olivia's songs on her playlist.

You watch the rest of the performance, your eyes never leaving Olivia. As time passed it felt as if it was just you there, no crowd, no backup dancer, no one. Just you and Olivia. Of course, good 4 u wasn't about you, but tonight it felt like it was. The public only knew half of the story about you and Olivia, they knew that you two weren't exactly friends anymore, but they didn't know the reason why.

To be fair, Olivia didn't even know the reason why, only you did.

There had been a few articles saying "Sour" was about you, but it was not. At least, when you two were friends she began writing the album about her ex-boyfriend Joshua Bassett.

Once her performance ends the crowd stands up, clapping, and you join in with a small smile playing on your face. Yeah, you were happy for her. She deserves this, to be in front of a crowd, doing what she loves.

Doja Cat comes onto the stage to introduce Jennifer Lopez, who announces the winner for Song of the Year, Skylar grabs your hand as the screen shows all of the nominees. "And the VMA goes to..." You feel Skylar's grip on your hand tighten and your heart beating even more than it was before. Jennifer opens the card and quickly glances at you with a smile.

"Y/N MYERS!!"

Hearing the arena fill with your song you stand up, smiling. Skylar jumps up bringing you into a tight hug, you two lean side to side before you pull away, placing a kiss on her lips. You never thought you'd win an award tonight. You just wanted to scream out all the excitement and happiness you were holding in for the cameras.

You make your way to Jennifer, waving to your fans on your way. Jennifer hugs you rubbing your back with a "congratulations", you thank her before picking up the award, looking at it for a few seconds before facing the crowd.

"I can't believe I won this award. There are so many people to thank. I first want to acknowledge my fellow nominees." You glance around the room, " I respect you all so much. I want to thank Kali for joining me in the process of making Get You, um.." You look down at the award before looking back up.

"I want to thank my wonderful friends and girlfriend, Skylar. What can I say, guys? You all loved me and stood by me when I was at my lowest, this award is also for us. But most importantly thank you guys, my amazing fans. You all inspire me so much, this isn't just my award, it's ours!" You lift it in the air, smiling as the crowd cheers. Giving one last wave you leave the stage.

The rest of the VMAs was... interesting. And you're absolutely sure the camera caught you with your mouth agape a couple of times at some of the performances. Actually, you and Skylar. The show ended at around eleven, and you were going to attend the afterparty with Kai since Skylar was heading straight home, tired from the long night. You were going to head home with her but she reassured you that it was fine and you should go enjoy yourself.

Now here you were, staring ahead in your thoughts as you held an empty cup that was previously filled with lemonade in your hand.

"What's on your mind, Y/NN?" You blink a few times, turning your head to Kai. "Kai- I... do you think it's weird that I miss her?" Kai slowly lowers her own cup from her lips, slightly tilting her head. "No. Not at all. I do think that you're an idiot and you need to talk to her tonight."

You snort, "Talking to me is the last thing Olivia wants to do." Kai sighs, leaning back into the leather couch. "Why did you guys stop talking?"

"I...I love her. I loved her, yeah." Your stomach had intense butterflies, it felt so fucking amazing to say it out loud. You waited for a reaction from Kai, but she just sat there, waiting on you?

"Wait...that was it? Be so fucking for real, Y/N." What! You furrow your eyebrows shaking your head in confusion. "Wha?"

"Anyone could see that you loved Olivia, I honestly thought you two were secretly dating and she cheated or something. But you seriously stopped talking to her because you were the last fucking one to find out you love her! You're so stupid."

"Um.." You press your lips together, before laughing. Gosh, you were stupid! Now that you think about it, the feeling of being in love with Olivia is so... compelling. "I'm going to get some more lemonade." You tell Kai, getting up immediately. She hums, taking a sip of her drink.

Olivia Rodrigo, Olivia, Liv! She was flooding your mind. You needed a distraction, and the perfect thing was some lemonade, of course. You had to get Olivia out of your head and how in love you are with her, you mean loved. Oh, who are you kidding? You are off your face in love with that girl.

You spot the drink table, quickly trying to make your way toward it. Thinking the path is clear you walk even faster, until you bump into someone, almost knocking them down. As a reflex you grab their waist, holding them tight so they don't fall.

But that's when you notice, how ordinary this feeling is. And that's when you look and see her.

"Olivia," You gasp out.

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