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oneshotnewbie · 7 months

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A jogger finds a phone and calls the cops. When they take it and put it into a zip back, they accidentally turn on the phone - revealing a picture of The Captain of the SVU and Reader?

Possible trigger warning: This one-shot includes the mention of blood and kidnapping, the plots are presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

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William Jacobs ran across the Brooklyn Bridge at the same time every morning, trying to beat his best time. But today he desperately thought about turning back and skipping today's sports session - the weather was playing into his cards.

Despite all the negative voices in his head, the young man ran from the Brooklyn bridge to the Manhattan Central Park and back. At this early hour there were hardly any passers-by and only occasionally a few cars drove past. As he took his first step off the bridge, he was inspired by the release of happiness hormones and increased his pace.

William loved being able to look out over the East River and let his thoughts and feelings flow freely. His black hair flowed in the wind and was dampened by the drizzle, her ragged breathing evident in the chill of dawn. When he managed halfway of his way, he was panting like never before in his life - the cold air making it harder to force enough air through his lungs. The young man felt the slight sting in his side, but did not hesitate to stop.

It was not until his head moved towards the entrance of the Central Park that he saw something blue and shimmery lying on the ground. Confused, he stopped and cautiously approached the object, peering left and right to locate other people.

Startled, he jumped back and almost stepped into the street when he saw red-brown stains around it, some of them even splattered on the cell phone he had found. William did not even hear the car behind him screeching to a stop next to him and the car door being opened with an aggressive jerk. "Are you crazy? I almost ran you over!"

But the young man did not answer the older women. She looked at the black-haired guy and saw fear and disgust on his face. His shaky fingers pointed to the main reason he stopped, which was why the woman looked confused on the ground and shortly after promptly walked back to her car in shock. "We have to alert the police." he shouted in a shrill, abnormally bright voice. The stranger nodded her head and pulled her cell phone out of the glove compartment of her red car. She quickly tapped on her phone and held it trembling against her ear.

"Emergency call center, how can I help you?" A calm voice asked on the other end of the line, beginning to type on her keyboard to find out the location of the caller. "We found a phone." she spoke anxiously, earning a sigh from the 911 agent. "Mam, you know this is not an emergency, right?"

William looked confused at the device in the old lady's hand, and in his adrenaline rush he did not quite understand why the sigh was being given. So he quickly snatched the cell phone from her and continued the conversation. "Listen. Here is a cell phone lying at the entrance to Central Park, covered in blood splatters. I also recognize an original NYPD cell phone case."

“Which entrance are you at?” the woman's low voice slowly calmed his rapidly beating heart. He took a deep breath while trying not to let his mind sink into a hole of horror scenarios. He looked around, trying to figure out which entrance he really was at. "Fifth Avenue at the Plaza Hotel,"

"Do not touch anything. I will send you a unit."

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The gentle rain pattered quietly against Olivia's bedroom windows and made her open her eyes just a crack wide. Her tired gaze glowered out and a hand brushed over her face as she watched the night slowly fade away. Her attention turned to the other side of the bed, her fingers curling into the cold sheets next to her.

Her fiancée was no longer lying next to her and she sighed heavily. She usually woke up before you almost every morning, kissing along your naked spine stroking her hand with pleasure over your sides before she remained on your bare hip, waking you up for another day. Olivia loved waking up next to you since she shared a bed with you and enjoyed every minute of it. But she respected your exercise routine in the early hours of the morning and was in no way offended if she started the day without you.

The brunette tried to close her eyes for another five minutes, but quickly abandoned the idea when her cell phone rang. A little angry, she felt around on the bedside table for the annoying-sounding device and answered the call. "Lieutenant Benson?" she sighed loudly, already pulling the blanket off her body.

The brunette, half asleep, rummaged through her closet for some clothes and ran into the bathroom to get ready. "Central Park, I will be right there." When she ended the conversation, she tried to reach you on your cell phone to take you home, but her attempt came to nothing and she did not think about it any further - you had already put your phone on silent often enough to avoid being distracted.

After quickly downing a cup of coffee to wake herself up, she pulled her coat off the hook and slipped through the door into the day's events. The rain worsened on the way to the crime scene, washing every possible mess back into the sewers. When she got out, Amanda and Fin were already standing at the cordoned off area that had been created to protect the evidence from the rain. "What do we have?"

"A blood-spattered cell phone," the blonde expressed, gratefully accepting an evidence bag from another officer. She carefully placed the found object in it and handed it to her boss. "A cell phone? Why were we called?" the Sergent and the detective shrugged and raised their hands in question. "The caller thought it was a cell phone belonging to one of our colleagues, which is why we were notified because a significant amount of blood was found next to it."

Olivia nodded, looking worriedly at the phone in her hand. You had the same case around your phone, she had given it to you as a small gift. She turned it around so the screen was facing her and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the scratch on it. The brunette had almost caused the same one on your phone when she saved you from a bullet a couple months ago.

She always wanted to have it repaired but you would not let her - it was a memory for you. "Liv, are you okay?" Finn asked worriedly, watching as the color suddenly drained from his best friend's face. She nodded in response, looking back from the evidence to the paving stone. A good amount of blood that was not easy to ignore. "Yeah, it is just.."

The tough woman could not finish the sentence right away. The screen turned on on its own, showing a reminder notification on the display. Underneath you could clearly see two smiling faces smeared with light gray paint as a background image.

She recognized the image immediately. Olivia shot it herself when you were recoloring your bedroom together. Olivia swallowed hard, the phone shaking in her hands as she tried to suppress her rising panic. “It is y/n’s. It is her phone."

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oneshotnewbie · 1 year

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A oneshot where Olivia tries to build up the baby bed (Reader is pregnant, Olivia is her wife) and she just don't seem to understand it so reader makes fun of her? Fluff please and thank you

Summary: When an frustrated Olivia Benson, who can usually do everything, fails to set up the baby bed, her pregnant wife has to help.

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"Mmmh.." you groaned softly, trying to kneed out the cramp in your belly, drawing slow circles with the palm of your hand. You could say that you glided pretty smoothly through your pregnancy but once the sixth month rolled in, the baby started to play tricks on you.

Your feet started to swell up painfully and you felt like your spine was about to burst due to the fact that you carried all the weight in front of you. The nausea that usually occurred in the early stages of pregnancy also surfaced and remained almost constant.

Nevertheless, the cravings were stronger than the nausea and now you were laying on the sofa in the newly furnished room, with a pack of chocolates that Olivia had brought you from the small kiosk across the street and watched with amusement as your wife tried desperately to assemble the individual pieces of wood of the white, freshly bought baby bed.

A grunt mixed with the sound of falling wood on parquet and a slightly annoyed moan distracted you from your train of thoughts that you were immersed in. With a wide grin on your lips, you looked at the brunette on the floor, who held her head in one of her hands and shook it slightly while shoving a piece of the brown treasure into your mouth. "Liv, maybe we should ask Stabler how-"

The instructions slipped from her hands and in her cross-legged position, she turned around and crawled the last centimeters that separated you from each other. "I am good, honey. I know how this works," She gave you a quick kiss on your lips that shimmered in the overhead light and laid her hand softly on your hair; her thumb gently caressing your forehead and her head tilted to the side- her eyes lovingly meeting yours.

"Yeah, of course babe. That's why the instructions in your hands were upside down," laughing, you pulled your gaze from her to the purple pack resting on your big and round baby bump. Olivia felt caught in her ignorance and had to act. The only way out that she saw in her predicament was to shut you down.

At least for a short time.

She quickly fished out a large piece of chocolate with two of her fingers and pressed it between your lips. "Shut up, eat your chocolate and let me do it." You scanned her entire form and shrugged, sticking out your tongue, continuing to watch her pick up two wrong pieces of wood again, looking completely overwhelmed.

You peered in amusement as she cursed and groaned for a few more minutes before deciding to act. Despite being over six months pregnant, you refused to take it easy and insisted on going about your daily life as normal.

Kneeling down from the sofa and crawling the last few inches to Olivia´s side, your head momentarily nuzzled into the crook of her neck while hugging her from behind. "Let me teach you better," you whispered and you could feel goosebumps forming on her delicate skin. A very slow kiss reached your lips, her fingers lazily brushing your jaw and softly gasping for more.

Breaking away from her and retrieving the hammer from under her thigh, you gazed at the mess she had made. What she had tried to set up in no way resembled a baby crib. Battered wood and nails piled together into a big pile that vaguely took similarity with a miniature recycling center.

While your girlfriend made herself comfortable next to you, you shook your head in disbelief. How could she, a lieutenant and one of the finest female detectives in history, be so damn messy? In that heap, you could not even see the instruction manual buried underneath.

"How the hell are you suppose to actually build anything with this set up? Woman, you need a plan," you giggled and pushed the older one out of her seat. She buckled and briefly fell to the ground. The brown haired busted out in laughter and stayed down; stretching her upper body and head on the ground to continue to watch you. "Smartass."

With a loud clatter of items falling back into the heap, you began placing the individual bolts and wooden planks into small little piles for a better overview. You immediately began to assemble the individual parts that belonged together with quick movements.

Olivia was amazed at your experience in furniture construction. With a tender and loving smile, she watched you without letting go of your figure for even a second.

She had never believed that she found someone like you in her life. But now you had not only become her wife, but also the happiness you had waited for so long that made your little family complete, was on the way.

The clattering fall on an iron object snapped her out of her thoughts and with a scare, she looked at you with wide eyes and open mouth.

"Ouch," you spat rather loudly, dropping the hammer beside you. Your hands immediately cupped your round and swollen stomach. "Are you okay? It is too soon for you being in labor!" Olivia said in a slight panic and slid to your side instantly. "

"Do not worry, it is just the little thing kicking around," you replied rather to your tummy; smiling down at it fondly while massaging it.

Watching you smile like that, she reached out to also feel the vigorous kicking of their baby against the inside of your stomach. The sight of you escaped the spectacle of your baby and settled on Olivia´s radiant face. You cocked your head and just looked at her; your eyes searching intently for hers.

Only when she met your gaze did you recognize the blazing glow in her beautiful chocolate eyes. You leaned in without hesitation and pecked the corners of your lovers lips as she still wore a wide grin on these.

Your deep and intimate kiss extended and neither of you could stop smiling. "I love you, Y/n. Both of you."

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oneshotnewbie · 8 months

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Reader is afraid of all kind of animals and when she is on a crime scene and a dog comes to her, she is a mess and hides behind Olivia.

Authors note: Okay, the dog scene seems like an full blown exaggeration, but those are the words of my best friend, who is terrified of dogs.

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Icy wind howled around the alley´s massive stone walls while being accompanied by a fine drizzle that blackened the gray concrete floor and blended with the scenario in a cruel symphony.

According to the weather records, it promised to be a beautiful summer day, but the end of the night still reigned with it an impenetrable darkness in which only the never-fading fog stood out.

Driven by the storm that was about to end, you wafted through the waving barrier tape to the scene of crime, where your colleagues were already waiting for you. "What do we have?"

You stared sternly at the corpse of a young woman after you knelt down and stretched your cold and shivering fingers under the tarpaulin she laid beneath. She was young, no more than 25, and was apparently a victim of strangulation.

"Patricia Mills, 21 years old. According to witnesses, she was last seen with a much older man and woman in the bar a few blocks from here.

According to camera footage, the three left the said bar around 2am", Fin Tutuola quoted the information he himself had received from the lieutenant. He looked down at you and was not surprised that you still looked a little wrinkled and tired.

Your night tended to be a little shorter than his own, you being the last to leave the department.

You yawned in response to successfully digesting the information he had given you.

"Well, y/n? Did you have a good time last night?" Rollins could not resist asking after she had followed some leads and returned back to the crime scene with Olivia. The opportunity begged to be used for a little teasing of her partner. Just for your annoyed look and your snotty answer, it was worth carefully crossing your nerves with the front toe of her shoe.

"Sure, Mandy. I threw a huge stripper party in Olivia's office yesterday. I was surprised you two did not come back to join," you winked and quickly turned back to the corpse to avoid the glare from them. "What was the exact cause of death?" you asked, quickly tucking the sheet back over the woman's face, the reporters already lurking to snap a perfect photo to the press.

"According to the coroner, the woman was strangled with a thin rope as you have already recognized from the marks," the brunette sighed and continued. "Scratches on her forearms and face indicate that she fought back. With luck, we will have the foreign DNA under her fingernails"

You nodded vigorously and allowed the coroner to put the body in a body bag. "Same procedure as with the other four women. Our serial killer?"

Olivia Benson looked at you and shrugged. It was possible, the train of thought was quite obvious. However, it was the wrong area where the serial killer usually murdered. So it remained to be seen whether the strangulation marks on the neck matched those worn by the other victims over the past month.

"Milo, stop!" screamed a woman at the top of her lungs, bringing you and the others off the spindles of evidence. You watched as a brown Labrador puppy swooped under the crime scene tape and rushed towards you, pointy, white teeth showing and the tongue hanging out.

Man's best friend was illogical to you. Animals were more of a nightmare depending on how they were trained by humans. But most of the time, those words perfectly described these creatures in your eyes. Dangerous.

Depending on the strength of their bone-crushing teeth, they could rip off an arm or a leg. Dogs could knock you over and break bones depending on their weight. It was even worse when they barked loudly and brought you closer to a heart attack.

It was the traumatizing experience that made you think that way. Since then you were so scared that you tried to avoid the places where they hung out the most with their owners. Every time you met a dog, big or small, made your mind became a haze of fear and panic.

"Take away the dog, take him away!" you practically yelled in the ear of your best friend, Olivia, and dodged aside behind her. Your hands rested frantically on her shoulders, pulling her back toward you with every movement to shield you from the animal.

The dog, his name apparently Milo by the call, was running around sniffing the place frantically before pulling himself up on the Lieutenant's leg and hastily wagging his tail. "Y/n that is just a cute puppy, what is the matter with you?" she coaxed softly, trying to pet the young dogs head.

"Those are little demons! One wrong move and those things will maul you. They are only out for your flesh and blood!" you remarked and pulled Olivia closer to you, your back now completely pressed against the wall of the house.

You were frightened beyond reality, paralyzed in places as you stared at the pup. Olivia, being the concerned and loving type, trailed his thin body with her hands and picked him up, before he could reach you.

Despite your obvious tiredness, however, you suddenly seemed fully awake. Amanda, Olivia and Fin took that as an opportunity to grin broadly at you. "Oh Detective. Are you afraid of dogs?"

They watched as you promptly blushed. You opened and closed your mouth, but not a word came out of you. "Not afraid of dead bodies but god forbid a little puppy approaches her. We know you are a little scaredy-cat behind your badass facade"

You rolled your eyes at Fin´s comment and punched him lightly on the shoulder. No one had tried to hide the deep laugh. You folded your arms across your chest and watched as Amanda took the dog up in her arms and back from the crime scene to its owner, who was standing behind the crime scene tape, tensed and apologetic.

You shook visibly next to Olivia. Gently, she guided your hands into hers, caressing them with their thumbs to calm you down. "Y/n, sweetheart. It is okay, nothing happened to you and nothing will happen to you. We are partners and partners trust each other," she spoke softly and gently pulled you into her arms. "Why did you not ever tell us that you are afraid of dogs?" she queried, stroking your shoulders.

"I did not want you to think the wrong way about me. I am super strong at work and can handle anything but I am scared of dogs? How does that look like?"

"We will both get through this together okay? I will help you overcome the fear so that you become even stronger than you already are," she promised with all her heart, and started moving into the car with you in her arms.

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oneshotnewbie · 2 years

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You are a Detective at SVU and everyone (especially Olivia) thinks they have to protect you while being outside because you are tiny and small but when a suspect tries to hit you with a metal bar, you go all Karate kid. No one knew you were actually close combat trained as a kid (you always hated it but your parents forced you to) and Olivia is all stunned?

"You're lucky you chose to pick a fight with my partner and not me." you belted towards the attacker after you sprinted around the corner to help your partner out of his tight spot. Finn was laying on the floor, twisted in pain, holding his costal arch while the muscular guy above him had already set the metal bar to strike. "Too bad I am here now and I am not very happy about what you did to him."

The suspect laughed out loud as he slowly lowered the bar over his head. "Have you looked at yourself?" he asked you loosely, but you noticed from his stand and the repeated clasping of the bar that he was insecure and nervous. His hands were sweaty and slipped down the handle. He tried to make you feel insecure with his words and his firm voice but however, it didn't do a thing to you. "You have no chance against me!"

While you distracted the younger man in front of him by talking, Odafin had already started to crawl to the side of the alley and pushed himself contorted with pain against the brick wall as he looked back and forth between the two of you.

He was worried about you when he scanned his opponent from top to bottom. He was around 190lbs and definitely had more on his ribs than you with your petite body. You had the advantage of a gun, but Finn knew you wouldn't use it - in all these years he had known you, you were always a person who tried everything else before you took up a gun.

Your partner had already requested backup, silently and quietly without you noticing. It wouldn't be long before you could get help, Amanda, Olivia and Carisi were only a few blocks away. If it didn't look good to you, you just had to hold it off.

But he hadn't expected what came next.

Instead of keeping him engaged, you continued to provoke him and Finn shook his head in horror. "You wanna bet that I will beat up your ass?" you asked with a mischievous laugh and stepped a bit closer to him, knowing that the best method to defend yourself against a punch or kick was to be close to the attacker so they couldn't build up any destructive power.

You didn't show him any signs of fear because you weren't. Your heart was pounding in your chest with the adrenaline rush that run through your veins, your body was shaking with excitement and the urge to force him to the ground - too much time had passed since the last time.

"You don't have a chance."

You let out another laugh and pulled your arms with a skillful movement from below to the bar that he still had a firm grip on, he couldn't look and realize what was happening as fast as you were. Your hands were now placed on the outsides of his and your knee met the middle of his abdomen.

While he was focused on the pain in his midst, you twisted the metal clockwise from his hands and you had him disarmed in seconds. "Bitch."

He hit near your face, contorted with pain, but you ducked with a quick reflex and he hit into the air. With the force that he had in his movement, which had no effect, he turned a little and lost his secure hold. That was an advantage for you.

Your shoulder line was pointing at your opponent to achieve your maximum strength in this position. You jabbed him right in the face, followed by a kick with your protruding foot in the side with such a strength, that he fell against the garbage can that was behind him.

"Hey partner, if there is any stress with the captain, I can count on you, can't I?" you asked with relish and blew the air deeply out of your lungs before moving away from the attacker. You walked up to Finn slowly and reached out a hand to help him up.

He looked at you with his eyes and mouth wide open, almost irritated by your relaxed manner; not saying a single word. He had never seen you like this before, he always thought you were an innocent girl. Almost having him on both feet, his hands reached the top of your shoulders, tearing you around so you could see what was happening behind you.

The man in front of you pulled himself up again after a few seconds of complete incomprehension and you rolled your eyes in boredom. He looked at you angrily, his nose bleeding and his face bright red. Judging by his gaze, he no longer understood the world, how could a small, petite woman destroy him so much?

As he ran up to you angrily, he wiped the traces of blood under his nose away before lashing out again. Immediately you stabilized your base and put your stronger leg back. Your wrist stopped at his elbow and pushed it away while the other arm reached over his wrist to slide it down - letting him punch into nothing again.

In order not to be able to use the arm any longer, you held it tightly in your grip and twisted it. The leg that you had previously put back, swung around and hit him right in the groin before you let it fall to the floor, blocking his foot so he fell.

With pressure you had one of his arms on his back and pressed him against the nearest wall. "I think that was enough exercise at once, thanks for playing the dummy." you sighed heavily.

He still tried to defend himself convulsively so you pulled all his balance out of his legs with a skillful kick in the back of his knees and he fell to the floor, where you sat on him, your shin between his shoulder blades before you looked up.

Your friends stood in front of you and tried to understand and assess the image that was going on in front of them. "How much did you guys see?" you laughed and pressed your shin even tighter into him as he tried to whine out of your grip. Carisi dared to move first to take the troubled man from under you and to accompany him to his car. "Enough." mumbled the brunette of the squad as she walked over to you, put two fingers under your chin and examined your face more closely for injuries.

Amanda had meanwhile joined Finn and put an arm on his back to get the injured man into her car and take him to the hospital. "What the hell happened?"

"Y/n is karate kid!" he called out and looked at you gratefully and proudly. "She kicked his ass so badly. That was unbelievable!"

Olivia let go of your face and you stared at her grinning while she squeezed her right eye tight together and looked at you insistently but impressed. She didn't know the combative side of you and tried to understand how she hadn't noticed in all the years in which she worked with you that you possessed such abilities.

Although she didn't want to admit it, her smiling mouth and dimples, her red cheeks and light hazel eyes revealed that she found it somehow attractive and sexy. "You have a lot to explain."

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oneshotnewbie · 1 year

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Do you do song fiction? If so, can you do 'Sabotage' from Bebe Rexha with Olivia x Reader?

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🎵 Why do I sabotage everything I love? It's always beautiful until I fuck it up.🎵

"No, it is over with us." those words kept ringing in Olivia´s head.

Your voice shrouded in a brine of sadness, anger and betrayal. She looked at you pleadingly, wanting you to stay but with these words, you walked out of her apartment with all your belongings and left the otherwise tough woman wince in place when you slammed the door in her face with a cruel bang.

🎵 Tell myself I'm safe and lonely With nobody else to break my heart Even though I know you'd never I'm my own worst enemy and think you are🎵

Olivia sat on the floor, her arms wrapped tightly around her legs that were pressed firmly against her body. Tears ran freely from her eyes, cascading down her cheeks and forming a lake down her chin. She had lost her best friend. Her soulmate. The woman she never wanted to hurt and forever keep at her side.

You were her only footing, her pillar in the sea of weary and tiring days that blurred into one another without which she could not be. With you, she found peace, comfort and true love that touched her for the first time and completely enveloped her into a bubble.

But all that seemed over from now on.

🎵 Matches in my back pocket I'm the queen of burning bridges I will only let you down🎵

Olivia started hating herself. It was not her best friends fault that seduced her into kissing him. It was alone her fault. She had fallen for him because of the hopeless and tricky situation she had been during a case and he had just been there- She alone had chosen to be the bad guy in this.

Elliot was her past and you her present. And she wanted you to be her future too.

🎵Why do I sabotage everything I love? It's always beautiful until I fuck it up Why do I sabotage everything I love? The walls are closing in because I built them up🎵

The Lieutenant was suddenly overcome by an urge for oxygen and panicked when she could not get it. The feeling of her body being on fire spread through her veins while her heart grew emptier and colder from your absence. The warmth evaporated from her like a drop on a hot stone.

She felt her heart clench inside, thousand tiny, sharp needles puncturing it; a frighteningly familiar feeling.

🎵Why can't I let myself be happy? (Ooh) Why do I gotta get in my own way? (Ooh) My shoes are worn out, always runnin' From the reasons that I really wanna stay🎵

For the first time in a long while, she felt fear flare up inside her. The overwhelming silence in the lonely and deserted apartment crushed her and she cried out in desperation, but not a sound left her lips.

What had she done? Why would she jeopardize your relationship just to know how it feels to kiss her best friend in a moment of weakness?

The brunette had been stupid. Of all the horrible mistakes she made in her life, this was by far the stupidest she had ever done. How was she supposed to survive without the most important person in her life?

🎵Why do I sabotage everything I love? It's always beautiful until I fuck it up Why do I sabotage everything I love? The walls are closing in because I built them up🎵

She rocked back and forth sobbing bitterly. Lonely and alone, lost and abandoned, she sat there and her heart ached. She pressed her palm firmly against her chest, gasping with an reddened face as her hand slid over her ribs. Her cold fingers gripped her sweater, wishing she could hold your hands instead.

Many who knew Olivia might describe her as a strong woman, but that was just the side of herself she showed on the outside. Inside, life had torn her soul into pieces and hurt her as a result.

Only when you came along and gave her the time she needed to get used to you, you subconsciously had glued the shattered pieces of her heart together with love and adoration.

🎵So don't let me hope too high Don't let me hope too high🎵

The memories tugged at her heart. The atmosphere around her began to cool down as if you had soaked up the energy from the otherwise cheerful rooms and carried them with you when you left, sending a chill down her spine.

Olivia knew that she would feel empty, every second would feel like torture for as long until you were with her again.

🎵 'Cause I will find a way to tear it down every time Don't let me hope too high When everything is right 'Cause I will find a way to tear it down every time I sabotage everything I love It's always beautiful until I fuck it up Why do I sabotage everything I love?🎵

Olivia missed your stubborn, cheeky and at the same time loving nature around her already. Strong and unique, maybe even extraordinary, she had come to know and love you and sparked a close bond between friendship and relationship that ended in family.

After each setback, you'd gotten back up and kept going. You had experienced and survived the most diverse and dangerous adventures together. Defeated the worst of the worst. Together.

And now it all just ended like this. Because of a broken and crushed heart.

🎵 It's always beautiful until I fuck it up Why do I sabotage everything I love? The walls are closing in because I built them up Why do I sabotage?🎵

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oneshotnewbie · 2 years

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Reader is trying to get some peace (depressive) and after work she says down somewhere and tried to sort out her thoughts but then Olivia shows up and comforts her without knowing what's wrong?

For several hours you have sat on the cold bench next to a small park in Manhattan and didn't move, just looked into the far distance of Upper Bay as you watched the sun slowly fade into the water. The only thing you needed was the silence that you fished out of the increasingly empty environment to sort your thoughts and feelings that had haunted you for a while now.

To be honest, you didn't even know how to sort your thoughts, they flew through your head so fast that you forgot the first thought by the time the second one came.

The feeling you felt was comparable to the one you felt when you were in the shower - when you lift your entire head under the water and you can only hear the patter of the water on your own head. When it is so loud that everything else fades, although shortly before it could only be heard softly.

It is the only thing you can perceive in this moment.

And suddenly you open your mouth because you can no longer hold your breath and then the water runs into your mouth and you briefly feel as if you are suffocating. Exactly this feeling was pressing on your chest.

Shaking your head to get you out of your own trance, you sipped on the beer you got yourself earlier, hoping you would find out why you were so sad and empty, why you didn't feel like talking. With no one, not even your best friend.

"Have one for me too?" someone asked, making you flinch for a moment. Presumably because of your job, your hand immediately grabbed your gun in the holster on your hip out of reflex, but came off again when you noticed who was standing behind you.

Jesus..How on earth did you find me?"

The brunette giggled before leaning over you, stealing a beer from the six pack and slumping down on the bench next to you. With her keys, that she still had in one of her hands, the beer cap was opened within a few seconds and fell on her lap before she also took a sip and the bottle came to rest in her lap.

"I'm a detective. It's.. kind of my job."

"Yeah, right." you spoke in a scratchy voice as you bent forward - your elbows resting on your thighs as you looked into the distance yet again.

Olivia nervously scratched the manufacturer's label with her fingernails, not knowing how to start the conversation. The change of nature of your personality didn't go unnoticed by her either. Her usually cheerful, open-minded and talkative best friend and detective in her unit closed herself off and revealed very little to nothing about herself anymore and she knew immediately that something was wrong.

“Are you okay, though? You, uh, seemed like you didn’t want to be found.”

You cleared your throat, feeling almost overwhelmed with this question. How could you explain something, if you didn't even know what it was yourself?

The sadness that ached in your bones was bitter and you preferred to scream and cry but instead you fell silent, as if your body wanted to keep you away from liberation and to make you a prisoner of your own soul. Inside, everything was dark and cold, the colors of a rainbow you once had, were fading and blending into a swallowing black; your soul felt frozen.

Your body was feeling heavy with each step you took and your strength was dwindling every single day. "I don't know how to explain it," you stated with a shaky breath, thinking about all the times these past weeks you've pulled yourself together to escape the darkness. Every moment you headed for the abyss, you pulled yourself off the cliff again.

You struggled with the darkness every day and carried on, day after day, even though you knew that the next day would be the same and you didn't wanted to get out of bed in the morning. "I am just so tired."

With a look that she waved sideways into your glassy and teary eyes, she understood immediately. Carefully, she moved a bit closer to you and put an arm around you, pushing you closer to her. Your head fell on her shoulder and your gaze fell on the brown bottle in your hands, which caught the glow of the lantern and reflected them.

"Honey, if you are too tired to speak, that´s okay." she whispered to you. While her lips touched your temple leaving a cold kiss behind, one hand tried to secure the lost strand of your hair and tugging it behind your ear to have a clear view of you again. "Let's sit here and say nothing. I am fluent in silence too."

And then it hit you. Suddenly, you knew why you fought day after day.

You carried on, for the people that you loved and who obviously loved you- for Olivia and the others in your squad and especially for yourself. Because in Olivia's arms, you remembered the good times when the darkness wasn't a part of your life and you knew that you could get it out of the hole with her by your side and could cling to her when your world would start to crumble again.

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Second part of Rabbit hole?

Henry yanked a fistful of your hair and you shrieked in response. Pain shot throughout your scalp and you screamed - you tried convulsive to get away from his tight grip on your hair but the harder you tried to swaddle yourself out, the more he held on and yanked you back in his direction.

Roughly, he dragged you in your apartment along to the living room and threw you forcefully to the ground.

You fell on the small table next to the couch and tore the lamp that was standing on it with you. It shattered into small pieces and when you hit the shards with your hands, they cut wounds into your palms.

Contorted with pain and blood smeared hands, you closed your eyes; the sting that was kindled up to your forearms felt like an inferno. But you got up again, wiping your bloody hands on your jeans before looking at him, your eyes stinging with tears that started to built up in them. You couldn't get on the ground that easily. "What do you want from me?" you screamed frantic.

"Didn't I tell you that you can never leave me?" Henry walked towards you with clenched fists and quick steps and slapped your cheek with the full force of his palm. Your head was thrown aside and instantly you held the spot where it hurt from the hard skin contact.

Before you could fix your gaze on him, his cold and long fingers already wrapped around your neck, the air dwindling with more force that he applied.

"Let go," You whimpered in pain, crying for mercy, begging for his slight forgiveness. "Please."

The corners of his mouth widened into a grin before he ended in a dark and deeply intimidating laughter, continuing to exert his force on your throat. Once more he pressed you against the wall he had pushed you against before his grip loosened and his fingers snuggled over your face.

Henry stopped at your chin, grabbing it with a firm grip as he moved your face closer to his, feeling his hot breath on your ear. "You belong to me." he whispered to you.

"Let me alone, I don't want you anymore!" you screamed of the top of your lungs as you tried to desperately push him away. You saw your chance and gave him a headbutt that caused him to fall back. Grunted, he held his nose and you saw the blood coming straight from it.

You knew that if you didn't escaped now, it would be your end and Olivia would find you dead in your living room.

As fast as you could, you propped yourself up against the wall and got up, ran towards the door and opened it. But he was faster; throwing himself with his full body mass onto the door.

Fighting, you stood by the door, hoping that in that moment you were stronger than him. You tried to open the door before he broke away from it and it flew open; hitting you in the face and let you fall on the ground.

Immediately the blood began to flow, as if it had opened a tap. Blind with pain, you now stayed on the floor and put your arm under your nose, wanting to stop the flow of blood.

You saw your current fight as lost.

With a time delay you felt how a small explosive device exploded behind your eyes and with the pressure wave that blew up around your nose, the pain worked it's way from the inside out. The burning in your head turned into a shrill scream that escaped your mouth.

You found yourself in a state in which you had always visualized yourself shortly before your death: at the mercy of yourself, shortly before passing out, bleeding.

You heard his increasing despair as his voice changed. As the volume and anger increased, it had grown powerful and younger. "That's what you get out of trying to leave me, Y/n. I will kill you bitch!"

His gruesome laugh mixed with something metallic clicking, it hit you on your temple and put you out of action.

You'd never get out of here alive.

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Olivia was standing at the red light when her cell phone flashed and a new text message from you popped up on her screen. Smiling, she took the electronic device into one hand, while her other still held the steering wheel, and swiped down to read your message.

"Thank you for bringing me homlkyso"

The brunette frowned and watched your message for a while before the horns of the drivers behind her signaled that the green light was already on and that she was obstructing the traffic. She quickly put her phone down and drove off, her thoughts still hanging questioningly on you in the hope that it was just a mistake and that you would text her again right away to correct yourself.

But nothing came.

The overwhelming feeling in her stomach and the rising nausea persisted and Olivia promptly made her park on a free verge to call you right in front of her apartment.

But her ringing went on forever until your voicemail stepped in for you and the slight panic spread in Olivia and let her heart beat faster. In the back of her mind, she still had the incident from this afternoon and the feeling that something was wrong crept more and more into the foreground.

With sweaty and nervous fingers she typed a message into the chat, hoping that you reacted to it and that you weren't in some hopeless situation or were drinking to suppress your feelings. "Message me, I am worried."

She waited; a minute, two minutes..

Then the 'online' flashed under your name and the hooks turned blue. A stone fell from her heart, relieved, and she took a deep breath, exhaling for quiet some time before longingly waiting for your answer.

"Everything's fine. Just dropped my phone as daft as I am. See you tomorrow, boss."

You seemed strange to her; your writing style was completely different, the heart at the end of a chat was nowhere to be seen and she noticed that you called her boss. Normally, you would wait for a reply from her before you went offline - but you were gone immediately after this short and clear text. Olivia's message only reached you with a hook.

Your phone was turned off.

She felt her own heartbeat, which went faster than usual while she listened to the sentences of her former Captain in her head: Always pay attention to your intuition. Nothing and no one can protect you as well as your inner voice, trained by life experience. And if your gut feeling and heart tell you that something is wrong, then it's right.

An involuntarily she nodded. The voice in her head that writhed through her thoughts grew louder and yelled at her. It didn't help her to threw and press her hands against the steering wheel, she couldn't silence it with anything.

"Stop it, now!" Olivia grumbled to herself and shook her head. She knew, that she was just worried about you sliding away from her and you were fine, just had to take a break. She'd dropped you off at home and she didn't think your ex husband knew where you lived in the first place.

She laughed at her own unreasonableness and at the irrational worries triggered by her feelings and protectiveness for and over you, the long working hours, the repeated trauma of yours and your writing -she would ask you about it tomorrow.

If only she would have driven back and looked for you.

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