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tonyspank · 7 months

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YOU RIGHT

Warnings: none i think Summary: You meet Olivia Rodrigo at a party. A/N: part 2?

Olivia Rodrigo x Reader

Fame. It was a blessing and a curse, bringing both adoration and scrutiny. The allure of the spotlight drew people in, but the constant invasion of privacy weighed heavily on those who experienced it.

You never wanted to be famous, with everyone watching your every move and judging your every decision. The pressure to maintain a perfect image becomes suffocating, leaving no room for mistakes or personal growth. It seemed like too much.

Your friends, on the other hand, envied the idea of fame. They saw it as a gateway to success, wealth, and recognition, and hell, it was.

The difference between Jack's and your bank accounts was big.

Jack Harlow, a rising rap artist, seemed to have it all. Jack Harlow, the same guy you used to hang out with and freestyle with in your basement, was now selling out arenas and topping the charts.

Jack Harlow, the same guy who would visit New York just to hang out with you, his best friend.

You'd know Jack since he was just starting out in the music industry. You had witnessed his journey from recording songs in his bedroom to signing a major record deal.

You were proud of him, he was truly like a brother to you, and seeing his success brought you immense joy. Despite his fame, Jack remained humble and always made time for the people who had supported him from the beginning.

Which is why he decided to drag you to a party in downtown Brooklyn, a place he hoped you would enjoy. The party was filled with talented musicians and industry professionals, nearly everyone there had some connection to the music industry.

You follow Jack as he maneuvers through the crowd, making his way to the DJ booth. You watch him dap up the DJ before he introduces you to him. "This is Zack Bia, his shit is fire. I swear to you." Jack says, leaning closer to you so you can hear him over the music.

Zack daps you up, giving you a warm smile before turning back to his DJ set. Zack leans into Jack's ear, whispering something that makes Jack quickly nod his head, you can slightly mouth the words "Oh yeah."

Zack presses a button on his DJ controller, and the music transitions seamlessly into Jack's song, Dua Lipa. He then hands him a mic, and Jack grabs it eagerly, ready to perform.

As the beat drops, Jack's voice fills the room, captivating everyone with his smooth delivery and undeniable stage presence. The crowd goes wild, their energy fueling Jack's performance as he effortlessly commands the small stage.

You find yourself nodding your head to the beat, unable to resist the infectious rhythm. The music pulsates through your body, making it impossible to stand still. Jack puts an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him as you take a sip from your glass.

"Do the next part," Jack whispers in your ear, moving the microphone away from his lips. You laugh a bit, shaking your head. "Nah, man." Jack smiles, "C'mon."

He doesn't give you time to process your response before he moves the microphone to your mouth and starts singing the next verse. Caught off guard, you stumble over the lyrics for a moment before finding your voice and joining in.

Jack starts jumping up and down, his energy contagious as he encourages the crowd to sing along. "So, what's up?" Jack shouts into the microphone, moving it away from you.

You leave the stage, needing a drink and fresh air after being put on the spot like that. When you arrive at the bar, you see a brunette girl sitting by herself, her head down, as she types away on her phone.

You twist your lips, would she mind if you took a seat next to her?

The bartender looks up from cleaning a glass and nods at you, indicating that you can take a seat. When you settle down, you catch a glimpse of the girl's screen, noticing that she's scrolling through social media.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asks, breaking your focus. You quickly glance at the menu and order a shot of tequila.

You can feel it. Her eyes stare at your side profile, but you pretend not to notice and play with the rings on your fingers. What would you say to her if you mustered up the courage to strike up a conversation?

Moments later, the bartender returns with your shot of tequila, accidentally knocking over the girl's drink and proceeding to drop your shot on the table. "Shit! I am so sorry."

You chuckle and reassure the bartender that it's alright, searching for a napkin. "Do you have a napkin?" You ask the bartender, glancing at the wet stain on your jeans.

The bartender searches underneath the counter, unable to find a napkin. "I'm really sorry, but I don't have any napkins at the moment. There might be some in the bathroom upstairs."

You glance at the brunette, who is now wiping her drink off her dress with her hands. "I could also grab you a napkin too, if you'd like."

For the first time, she looks at you, and your stomach does backflips.

"I could come with." She smiles, her brown doe eyes staring into yours. Her smile is warm and inviting, making your heart race even faster. "That would be great," you say, trying to hide your excitement.

You both make your way up the stairs, squeezing past other people who are heading downstairs. As you reach the top, you notice a sign pointing towards the bathroom. The brunette leads the way, gracefully navigating through the crowd.

Huh. This place used to be a studio, you think to yourself, admiring the high ceilings and large windows. You walk into the bathroom with her, turning on the light to reveal a clean and modern design.

The marble countertops and sleek fixtures give the space an elegant touch. You can't help but feel a sense of relief knowing that you won't have to endure a grimy restroom experience tonight.

The brown-eyed girl lets out a huff, searching the bottom compartment for napkins. "Well, I didn't find any napkins, but..." she says, pulling out a blowdryer. "We can use this."

You laugh, impressed by her resourcefulness. "That's definitely a creative solution," you say, admiring her ability to think outside the box. "Who needs napkins when we have a blowdryer?" you joke, helping her plug in the blowdryer.

You sit on the countertop, waiting for the blow dryer to warm up. "I'm Y/N, by the way." The brown-eyed girl smiles and extends her free hand. "Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Olivia," she introduces herself, grateful for the unexpected company in this situation.

You shake hands, and you can't help but feel that this encounter might turn into an interesting and memorable experience.

Olivia raises the blowdryer on the wet spot on your jeans, causing you to jump a bit in surprise. "Sorry about that," she apologizes, her cheeks turning slightly pink.

"You're good, it's just a bit hot."

You smile as you watch her swing the blow dryer back and forth, blowing warm air onto your damp jeans. Olivia looks back at you with a small smile on her lips.

"Did you get dragged here too? Or did you come willingly?" You ask, trying to make conversation.

"A bit of both, you?"

You chuckle softly, your eyes glancing around the room. "Well, I guess you could say I was persuaded to come," you admit with a playful tone. "But I'm actually glad I did. It's been a while since I've hung around Jack...I missed him."

Olivia nods understandingly, her smile widening. "Jack, like Jack Harlow?" You nod in response, confirming her guess. "Yeah, that's the one. We used to be attached at the hip back in high school, but life got busy and we drifted apart. It's nice to reconnect and catch up."

"Do you make music too?" Olivia asks, curious. You shake your head, chuckling softly. "No, not like Jack. I'm more of a listener than a creator when it comes to music. But I've always admired his talent and passion for it."

"You make music, though, right?" You ask and Olivia nods, smiling. "Yes, I do. It's been a big part of my life for as long as I can remember. I like being able to express myself through music and connect with others who kind of relate. It's a form of therapy for me, a way to escape and let my emotions flow freely."

You hum, "I completely understand what you mean. Music has a way of speaking rather than using words." Olivia's smile widens, and she nods in agreement. "Exactly! I honestly can't imagine my life without music."

A comfortable silence settles between the two of you. Another one of Jack's songs begins to play, so loudly that you can faintly hear it all the way up here.

"Want me to dry your dress?" You break the silence, softly taking the blow dryer from her hands. "Oh! Uh, sure, thank you." You smile, hopping off the counter. "You wanna sit? I can help you up."

"Thank you, yeah..." You place the blowdryer down, gently placing your hands on her waist, before lifting her onto the counter. She settles down, her eyes never leaving yours.

"I've always wanted to play an instrument." You confess, doing the same motions with the blowdryer on her dress. "Really? Which one?" she asks, biting down on her lips, her eyes still on you.

You pause for a moment, contemplating your answer. "I think I've always been drawn to the guitar," you finally reply, meeting her eyes.

"Acoustic or electric?" she asks, a small smile forming on her lips. "Acoustic for sure. But I can't sing for shit, so no one-man band for me," you chuckle, causing her smile to widen.

"Well, who needs vocals when you can make the guitar sing?" she teases playfully, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"What do you do, if you don't mind me asking?" Olivia inquires, her curiosity evident in her tone. "I'm a real estate agent, believe it or not."

"It's not as glamorous as being a musician, but it pays the bills," you say with a shrug. Olivia nods understandingly, her smile still present. "Do you wear a suit to work?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Sometimes," you reply with a smirk. "But most days, I prefer a more casual and comfortable look. I can't distract my clients with how good I look in a suit, you know?"

Olivia laughs and leans in, placing a hand on your forearm. "So, what's the most interesting property you've ever sold?" she asks.

"Well," you begin, "I once sold a mansion to Central Cee, you know, the UK rapper? He had some specific requests for the interior design, including a home studio and a custom-built gaming room. It was definitely a unique and exciting project to work on," you explain, reminiscing about the experience.

Olivia's eyes widen with intrigue as she listens attentively. "Is he the most famous client you've ever had?"

"Actually, no. I didn't directly sell a house to Drake, but I did have the opportunity to assist in finding him a property. And this was a while ago, maybe when he dropped that one Keke song."

Olivia's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Wow, why is that actually kind of cool?' You chuckle, turning off the blowdryer and setting it down on the counter. "Well, it was definitely a unique experience. It's not every day you get to work with someone as well-known as Drake."

Olivia nods. "I can only imagine what it must have been like. Did you get to meet him in person?"

You smile and reply, "Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance to meet him face-to-face. However, I did communicate with his team throughout the process and ensure that his preferences and requirements were met."

You let out a sigh, saying, "If you ever need to find property in the future, let me know." Olivia smiles, nodding her head. "Of course, I wouldn't want anyone else. I don't think all real estate agents help their future clients dry off their dresses when the bartender spills a drink on them." She chuckles, patting her dress to see if it was dry.

"I guess that's just one of the many perks of having a dedicated real estate agent like me," you reply with a wink. Olivia opens her mouth to speak, but knocking on the door interrupts her.

"You guys done in there? We've been waiting for ages!" a voice calls from outside. Olivia and you exchange amused glances before you reply, "Just a moment! We'll be right out."

"Here, I'll help you down." You stand in between Olivia's legs, placing your hands on her waist to support her as she steps down from the countertop.

Olivia's face flushes slightly as she looks up at you, grateful for your assistance. "Thank you," she says softly, moving a hair strand out of her face.

You smile at Olivia and give her a reassuring nod. "No problem at all," you respond, feeling a warm connection between the two of you. You can't help but notice how her hand lingers on your arm for a brief moment before she lets go.

You begin walking towards the door, opening it for Olivia to exit first. A messy-haired boy quickly rushes past the two of you, "Sorry, I have to shit!" he exclaims, nearly knocking Olivia over.

She stumbles slightly but regains her balance with your support. You exchange a knowing glance with Olivia, bursting into laughter at the unexpected interruption.

As the laughter subsides, Olivia thanks you for catching her and playfully nudges your arm. "It was nice meeting you, Olivia." You say, returning the playful nudge.

You give her one last glance before walking towards the flight of stairs. "Wait!" Olivia calls out, causing you to turn around. "Can I have your number? I'd love to keep in touch," Olivia asks, a hint of nervousness in her voice. You smile and reach for your phone, exchanging numbers with her.

Olivia pulls you into a hug, surprising you. You hesitate before returning the hug, wrapping your arm tightly around her waist. You pull away, your hands slightly lingering on her waist. "Don't be a stranger," you say, giving her a warm smile. Olivia returns the smile, nodding.

With a final wave, you turn and continue down the stairs, already looking forward to the next time you'll see each other.

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ncis-nerd · 1 month

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long cases

Ship: Olivia Benson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, SA mention and description briefly, cuddling, pet names.

About: A case gone wrong leaves y/n upset and to make matters worse, y/n can relate to the case so she blames her self but her girlfriend, liv, provides a shoulder to cry on and consoles y/n.

"cmon baby, stop being so shy. it's just me. just mommy, sweetie. lemme see your pretty face, hm?" liv cooed, in attempts to get her little lovie out of burying her face into liv's shoulder. y/n slowly begins to pull away, her teary-eyes met liv's. "Oh honey.." liv sighed sadly. she knew that this last case had taken a toll on y/n. it went so wrong and liv can tell y/n is blaming herself. "livie" y/n's voice broke. the fragile girl began to sob, covering her face with her fingers to spare liv the effort of attempting to console her. there was nothing liv could say to change the outcome of the case but what liv could do, was talk to y/n about it. liv knows that y/n was abused sexually in the past so this is why she relates to this case so deeply.

A few minutes passed, liv was giving y/n the space to cry and let it all out before talking to her. Y/n stood limp in liv's arms, tears stopped flowing. Y/n began to trace circles on liv's back. Liv took this as a sign that y/n was in a slightly better state. "Honey?" Liv gambled. Y/n hummed in reponsed. "Are you ready to talk about it, my love?" Liv asked, not removing the girl from her lap just in case. Y/n and Liv had this agreement that they'd always talk about it. If someone was bugging the other, they would not let it cause an argument or fight. To talk about it and dispute the problem before it gets worse.

Y/n scooted over, leaving some space between the two, but not much. Y/n clutched onto liv's hand, not that liv minded. She knew it helped y/n to talk, grounded her. Knowing that liv was real and she would be okay eventually. "I think the reason this case is getting to me so much is because this has happened to me. Not this exact situation but I was SA-ed. A-and I've told you about it briefly but..." Y/n's voice broke, drawing intense circles on liv's hand. With her other hand, liv reached out to rub y/n's back. Giving her a hint to breathe. Y/n takes a deep breath in response, getting the hint. Liv fixated on y/n's story, nodding at her to continue when she's ready.

"P-part of me wished someone had came to save me, but no one ever did. It got worse but you know what? I grew up, and got the hell out of there." Y/n exhaled, feeling a huge weigh lifted off her chest. "That's right my love. What you experienced, is horrible, I have no words. But you're right, you got the hell out of there and I'm so proud of you for that. Shows how strong you are, look how far you came. You help people everyday, you are amazing, my gorgeous, generous, girlfriend." her voice softened with affection.

Y/n let out a soft giggle in response. Liv, obviously confused, gives y/n a puzzled look in response. Furrowing her eyebrows. "That all started with g's, I just thought it was funny." Y/n squeaked in a happier sounding voice. "Oh? Hm? Funny am I?" Liv pushed, climbing onto y/n, trapping them beneath her. Y/n raised an eyebrow towards Liv. Liv attacked y/n with tickles. "l-livie!" She squealed. "How funny am I now? Hm, sweetheart?" Liv teased. Y/n squirmed beneath her, out of breath "l-liv i can't breath!!" Y/n giggled. "Oh, can't you now baby? " Liv inched closer towards Y/n, pressing her lips against y/n's.

Liv fell beside y/n, her hand caressed y/n's face. Their eyes met, and y/n leaned into liv's touch. "I love you so much, babe." y/n whispered quietly. "you are so perfect, angel." Liv whispered in response. They gazed at each other with nothing other than love. They laid in silence, clutching onto one another, falling asleep tangled up in quiet.

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mcbenson25 · 3 months

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Unspoken Bonds (Olivia Benson X Friend! Reader, Rafael Barba X Reader)

Request: Hello, there! I would like to request an Olivia Benson x Friend!Reader were reader and some friends in the alley near Olivia's apartment building. One day, after a fight with her boyfriend, reader is drinking beer in the spot she usually hangs out at, and Olivia talks her into going back into the apartment. They talk, and Olivia cooks her dinner. Olivia asks reader to join her some other time.

A/N: This request has been tweaked with the boyfriend but not boyfriend just someone the reader has been crushing on being Barba and the fight being him leaving the squad after his trial! I hope you like it so sorry it took so long!

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The air in the alley was usually welcoming. The hushed whispers, the laughter.

Today it seemed quiet. Tense.

You walked, a frown on you face as you rushed into the bar. You were not by any means a drinker, but you always came with the squad to drink after a case.

You sighed. There was no one here today and you needed a drink.

Or two or three.

Earlier in the day, a heated argument had erupted between you and Rafael. He was found not guilty and yet instead of celebrating you found yourself even more upset.

He wanted to leave. Leave the DA's office. Leave the squad.

Leave you.

It angered you how you had supported him from the moment he pulled the plug and it had all been for nothing. The weight of the disagreement lingered heavily in the air as you found yourself drowning another drink.

You loved him.

Not that he knew, of course. To him, you were just a friend. Just a really good friend he would call every morning, text every night, laugh with, go on vacations with.

Just a friend.

The whole squad knew you had feeling for him beyond a silly crush. You hadn't wanted to tell him. You were certain he didn't have the same feelings for you. If he did he would have already made a move by now. It had been years since you had met. So many coffee meet-up, trial victory dinners and late night movies.

You scowled as you asked the bartender for another one, not noticing someone eyeing you from across the bar.

Olivia, ever perceptive, noticed the turmoil in your eyes when you walked into the bar. She decided to give you some space but kept a watchful eye. As the night wore on and the three drink became six it became apparent that you weren't going to bounce back from this one easily. Olivia knew how much you cared for Barba. She knew the how upset you were. From the moment you had come back from the courthouse and left with you jacket without saying a word, Olivia knew something was wrong. A call from Rafael confirmed her suspicions. Lots of things were said, lots of unpleasant ones and Olivia listened as he pleaded her to check up on you.

Which led to her quietly approaching you.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked, her tone a careful mix of concern and warmth.

You looked up, offering a small, sad smile. "Hey, Liv. Yeah, sure."

The two of you settled into a quiet corner, away from the prying eyes and the buzzing conversations. Olivia, familiar with the unsaid language of pain, waited for you to open up.

"He wants to leave, Liv," you finally spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. "After everything that happened with the trial, he just wants to start fresh. I can't wrap my head around it, Liv. We fought, and I don't know what to do."

Olivia's eyes softened, understanding the weight of your words. "He's worried about you, you know?"

You rolled your eyes. "Of course he is," you said, sarcasm lacing your voice.

"Why haven't you told him?"

Your eyes went wide as you looked up. "Liv I can't."

"Why not?" Came the careful pry.

You felt something wet on your cheek and you touched it, realizing you were crying.

You were immediately engulfed by a caring warmth. Olivia held you, as the tears continued to flow freely down your face.

"Let's get out of here," she whispered into your ear as she called over the bartender to pay your tab

You nodded as you pulled away, as you tried to wipe your tears away. "No Liv let me pay-"

"No, I think you've gone through enough today." As she glanced down at the receipt she looked over at you and couldn't help but laugh as she passed you the bill.

You looked at it.

Holy shit. 200 bucks.

"Still want to pay?" She asked with a grin and you cracked, giggling as you shook your head.

Olivia finished paying and you tried to get up but immediately felt the weight of the drink your had.

This is why I don't get drunk.

Olivia helped you towards her car, laughing the whole way as you tried to walk in a straight line.

After a five minute struggle you managed to get into her car.

"Is it okay if we go to my place?" Olivia asked.

Feeling a sense of comfort in her offer, you agreed, allowing Olivia to guide you back to her apartment.

Inside, the apartment felt like a sanctuary. She made sure you were comfortable, offering a safe space for you to unload the burden you had been carrying.

"So why haven't you told him?"

You sighed and let out a deep breath. "I don't know Liv. He probably doesn't even feel the same way. We've been friends for years and he's never show any interest beyond our friendship."

Olivia nodded, the conversation beginning to sound awfully familiar. "You won't know unless you tell him. Would you really just let him leave without telling him?"

"I-I-I don't know. Maybe?" You tried, stuttering.

Olivia raised her eyebrows. "Seriously?"

You threw your hands up in defeat. "Liv come oooon! That's not fair."

Olivia shook her head, "It's not fair to either of you."

You were quiet.

After a while, sensing the need for a change of tone, Olivia suggested, "How about I cook us some dinner? A little distraction might do us good."

You managed a weak smile, appreciating the effort to get your mind off it.

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As Olivia moved around the kitchen, getting everything on the stove, she felt her phone vibrate.

A text message.

'Is she okay?'- Rafa

Olivia wiped you hand on a towel as she peaked her head and saw you had picked a book off herself and had begun to read it. She sighed before texting Rafael back.

'Yes but you need to tell her!'

A minute passed before a reply came.

'I will.'- Rafa

She smiled as she looked up at you form on the couch, engrossed in the book, before getting back to dinner.

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As the smell of food filled your nose you began to lose interest in the book you had grabbed from Liv's bookshelf. You stood up and placed it back in its spot before walking to the window, looking out at the city below.

You sighed, rubbing your eyes. You knew you had acted childishly. You knew going to the bar wouldn't and hadn't solved any of your problems.

You knew you had to tell him.

You checked your phone, having putting it on silence after storming out of Rafael's office.

70 new text messages and 20 missed calls.

A new text appeared before you could open the others.

'I'm sorry for today. I hurt you and I need to see you. Let me make this right. Please let me see you.'- Raf <3

Your heart skipped a beat but before you could text back Olivia called out, "Dinner's ready."

As you sat down to eat, the taste of Olivia's homemade dinner mingled with the shared silence made you anxious. She glanced up as your leg bounced erratically under the table.

"Are you ok-"

"He asked to see me!" You blurted out.

Olivia tried to hide her smile as she nodded. "And?"

"I'm going to tell him." You said with determination.

Olivia took a drink from her wine. "That's great. I'm glad."

You smiled as you texted Rafael back as Olivia took another bite from her food, trying to keep her composure as she felt her phone go off.

'Thank you Liv. I owe you a million.'- Rafa

Olivia looked up grinning and you grinned back.

"See my food makes everything better!" She joked.

You laughed. "Thank you Liv. Honestly you're such a good friend."

"It's what I do," She said with a smile as she began to think how she would tell the squad tomorrow.

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Taglist: @wittysunflower, @rocknroll900

Sorry this request took forever. The writing slump was quite real. I hope you all liked it and please leave comments and thoughts as well as requests!! Love you all!

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frickingnerd · 4 months

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olivia with a sweet s/o

pairing: olivia x gn!reader

tags: fluff, established relationship

even if the two of you weren't together, everyone would be rooting for you two to date!

after all, you two had to be the two sweetest members of the shepherds and were well liked by anyone

the only people who seemed deserving of you two were each other!

whenever the two of you were somewhere together, everyone was smiling and in a good mood

you were so visibly happy with each other that people could see from a mile away how in love you were with each other

olivia seemed to smiling even brighter when you were by her side and the same was the case for you

you brought out the best in each other and it was clear to everyone that the two of you would last forever!

there was nothing that could destroy a love as pure and strong as yours!

#olivia x reader #fe olivia #olivia fire emblem #fire emblem olivia #olivia #x reader #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #headcanons #fluff #dating #relationship #romance #fire emblem awakening #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem #fe

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randoimago · 10 months

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Cherche, Maribelle and Olivia dating S/O, who is very good at stealing various thing, please? Yeah, I've seen similar headcanons for ExU and AoT and decided to request it for FE:A.

With an S/O That's Good at Stealing

Fandom: Fire Emblem

Character(s): Cherche, Maribelle and Olivia

Type of Request: Headcnaons

Note(s): You got it!!

Cherche

She is rather curious about your skills. Where did you learn them and what purpose do you have for stealing things? Honestly, if you're a Robin Hood type with your thievery then that definitely gets some brownie points from her.

I can see her coming up with fun little challenges where you have to attempt to steal an item in her possession. And of course she's going to be riding her wyvern, but that should be no problem with your thief skills, right?

Here's the thing, if you get her gifts then she will be so happy to receive a present but then she remembers what you're good at and gives you a stink eye as she asks if you stole the present that you gave her. And of course, the answer is no (you stole the money to buy the present).

Maribelle

There was definitely some hesitance when she first learned that you're good at stealing. There's just so much negativity with thieves that she couldn't help but be judgmental in the beginning, which she did get over when she actually got to know you. You two are dating now and it's fun to make her pout over the fact that she thought you were a dirty thief in the beginning.

She's still not a huge fan if you steal in her presence. Just promise her you'll steal from bad guys and that's it. Or maybe if you do steal valuable items then they can be given to people that actually need it.

If you ever do get caught, which hardly happens due to your skills, then she's quick to jump to your defense and make up some kind of excuse while you escape. She'll 100% scold you afterwards and makes you promise to be careful.

Olivia

Has absolutely offered to distract some people by dancing while you steal their stuff. She knows with your skills that you could do it without her help, but she likes the idea of being helpful for you with this.

You're her S/O, she's not going to judge you because you're good at stealing. She's dating you for a reason and you being a good thief is not going to cause her to suddenly hate you or anything. That'd be so cruel of her.

Olivia might ask you if you could steal from the rich and give to the poor if you don't already. She just thinks your thieving skills could benefit a lot of people that are down on their luck for dumb reasons.

#fire emblem x reader #cherche x reader #maribelle x reader #olivia x reader #fire emblem cherche x reader #fire emblem maribelle x reader #fire emblem olivia x reader #fe cherche x reader #fe olivia x reader #fe maribelle x reader

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astarlow · 2 years

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Talon Heroes

Important notes: [o] one-shot, [h] headcanon, [i] imagine, [m] mix, [w] writing prompt Here you can find: Moira, Sombra and Widowmaker The lower the fic is the older it is so be aware of my writing, there are a lot of mistakes

Moira

Them reacting to their lost female s/o who's been brainwashed [m]

"I'm on my way" [w]

Headcanons with an insomniac reader [h]

Them living with their s/o who collect big plushies [h]

Interactions you have with them

Them with an s/o who’s a theatre actor [h]

Saving her but getting hurt in return [h]

Lethal [o]

Botanist coworker [o]

The sound of your heartbeat [o]

"who did this?" [w]

Fascination [o]

Betrayed [o]

Repairing the damage [o]

Cookies [o]

Lovely day [o]

Experience [o]

Random things [h]

Alternate Universe (crack fic) [i]

How you met them [i]

Sombra

How they celebrate Halloween [H]

Being roommates with the Overwatch ladies [h]

Interactions you have with them

Mentor killed by her [i]

"So... did you miss me?" [w]

"Please don't leave me alone" [w]

On the edge of dying [i]

"When I'm with you, I'm home" [w]

Dancing with her [h]

Challenge [o]

Flirting [i]

Horns [i]

Artist s/o [h]

Alternate Universe (crack fic) [i]

A song for you [i]

They find you crying [h]

Deal [o]

Last letter [i]

They have to deal with a drunk s/o [h]

From another time [h]

Widowmaker

Them reacting to their lost female s/o who's been brainwashed [m]

Interactions you have with them

Beach Date [m]

Feelings [o]

"Quit it or I'll bite" [w]

"Please don't leave me alone" [w]

On the edge of dying [i]

"I've never felt stronger than when you're with me" [w]

Unwind [h]

Pregnancy [h]

Your secret admirer [h]

Mon Coeur (Vampire Widowmaker) [o}

Monster (Vampire Widowmaker) [h]

Artist s/o [h]

Alternate Universe (crack fic) [i]

Sweetheart [o]

A song for you [i]

Shared love [o]

They find you crying [h]

How you met them [i]

Tired [i]

Last Letter [i]

#moira x reader #sombra x reader #widowmaker x reader #talon masterlist #overwatch masterlist #overwatch writing #moira o'deorain #olivia x reader #amélie x reader #olivia colomar x reader #amélie lacroix x reader

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sivyera · 2 years

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Lego Friends dating HC's

ft. andrea, olivia, mia, emma, stephanie

A/N: Did you know that Stephanie and Mia are tomboys.

⤷ Andrea

Andrea would love singing with you. And if you can't sing she will teach you or just sing to you. She loves going on concerts with you. And when you showed up at one of her concerts she almost cried. She was really happy but she had to stay focused. Liz would tease her a lot. Randomly dancing around the kitchen. Ice cream dates. Pepper loves you as well but sometimes she gets jealous when you 'stole' Andrea. Painting nails each other. She have playlist with songs that remind her of you. Calling till midnight. Teasing each other. Nose kisses.

⤷ Olivia

Olivia was searching some dating advice. Because she is really clueless with dating. But she is trying so hard to learn everything she can. She will even read some books about dating and listen some podcasts. She loves learning new things about you. Dates in museum. Stargazing with you. Reading together. Making new robots together (you can just do what she tell you if you are not good at programming etc..) Watching documentary and historical movies. Her mom loves you. Deep and long conversations. Forehead kisses.

⤷ Mia

Mia has no dating experience. She never thought she would need some. But when you came into her life, you turned it 180 degrees. You give her butterflies. Skateboarding together, you always have so much fun while doing it. Her brother is teasing her because she is often mumbling about you without realizing it. Horse riding. Cuddles are very important to her. It's kind of intimity she loves. Camping and climbing everywhere you two can. She will play with your hair. Watching horror movies and documentaries about animals. Neck kisses.

⤷ Emma

Emma likes to draw beautiful things, so most of her paintings are inspired by you. But drawing you is her favourite thing. Playing with Chico and making him new toys. Baking some cat biscuits for him and do a real mess around the kitchen. Baking everything you can find on the internet. Making jokes only you two can understand. Going in museum. Ice cream dates. She can get insecure sometimes so comfort her with kisses and hugs. Kisses on a cheek. Dancing around a whole house. Drawing birds and butterflies. Putting face masks on each other's faces.

⤷ Stephanie

Stephanie is cool with dating but still she is not the most skilled. She loves making you happy. Playing basketball together. Playing lots of sports together overall. Going on a walk with Dash. Dash loves you maybe even more than Stephanie does. Watching action movies. Lots of sleepovers. Cheering for her on her competitions and races etc... Supporting each other very much. She will smile at you whenever she spots you in a crowd of people. Hugging you all the time.

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continentalblue · 1 year

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little me wanted to kiss olivia so bad

g/n olivia x reader headcanons

You are the first person Olivia goes to when Ellegaard brushes her off.

"She just brushed me off! I mean I kept fainting but still . . . " Olivia sits down next to you, dejectedly.

"I'm sorry," you say, hugging her. "You're worth so much more than what she thinks of you."

If Ellegaard dies, you are the one who comforts Olivia when she grieves the loss of her idol and/or mentor

Olivia likes building with you. Your ideas are super interesting (and safe, unlike Axel's) and she loves seeing your satisfied smile when a build comes out the way y'all want it to

You would probably have to make the first move. Olivia is hesitant to make the first move. What if you brush her off or reject her?? It would crush her

She's elated to know that you feel the same way. This dork would probably fist-pump when you kiss her for the first time

She loves holding hands with you. Your hand fits perfectly in hers and it makes butterflies rise up in her chest

One of her favorite dates with you is sitting on top of the old treehouse, eating cake and looking up at the stars. The moonlight plays off of your face beautifully

#blue's minecraft world #mcsm #minecraft story mode #olivia mcsm #mcsm olivia #mcsm olivia/reader #mcsm olivia x reader #reader x mcsm olivia #reader/mcsm olivia #you x mcsm olivia #mcsm olivia x you #olivia/reader #olivia x reader #gender neutral #weight neutral #no y/n

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vrisrezis · 2 years

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Could you do headcanons for being the child of Yunan and Olivia?

WAAA RHIS IS ADORABLE

Let me just say, they both have different ways of parenting.

Yunan is definitely the “cooler” mom, and likes to have a lot of fun with you and do dumb stuff with you. She gets you the most fattening foods in the world, any toys you could ever desire and the most dangerous adventures you could ever hope to go on. She lets you hang out with your friends pretty much whenever you want to, and she could even care less if you had a whole s/o!! You could tell her anything, even if you did something bad she wouldn’t get mad at you or ground you. She is truly a mother that you can confide in about anything and even talk to when you might be mad at your other mother at the moment. She may not be the smartest in the world but she is sweet to you, and she will try to reason with you even when you’re being difficult.

Olivia on the other hand is a lot more strict. She does not like being a mean or tough mom, but when compared to yunan it is almost impossible not to be. She gets mad at yunan for it at times, but knows that beneath that toughness yunan just can’t help but be soft around you! Olivia values politeness, posture, cleanliness, etc. she raises you in a similar fashion to how ivy was raised, even if that’s not really you or you don’t like it. She tries not to push too hard on it, she just wants you to have proper etiquette. She expects good things from you, like going to school and getting good grades and will punish you if you do not fulfill those expectations. But it’s moreso a, if you’re struggling she and yunan can help and you’ll be fine but if you’re just simply not trying then she’s upset with you. She assigns chores to you but not too much and aside from that you are spoiled and she doesn’t ask much of you.

#yunan x olivia #yunan x reader #Olivia x reader #amphibia x reader

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percabething · 27 days

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when the fandom is so small that everybody knows everybody

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realangelahernandez · 25 days

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🎵I’m a feminist obviously but I really wouldn’t mind him saving me🎶

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thatsdemko · 1 month

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he’s so American - l.sargeant

masterlist | pairing: logan sargeant x albon!reader. summary: y/n wrote a song about a specific American and fans can’t get over it | fc: Olivia Rodrigo warnings: ig au + fluff. a/n: I know we’ve seen this for Logan A LOT already, but I just thought this would be fun!

y/nalbon

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y/nalbon: guts spilled is out now!!! tell me your favorite song?

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user1: she wrote so American for us logany/n girlies 🫡

user2: so American for obvious reasons

alex_albon: all but so American

lilymhe: love ALL the songs 😁🩷

user3: alex albon is a logan sargeant y/n albon hater 😭😭

logansargeant: love it all❤️

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logiebear: LOGAN AND ALEX WITH A FAN IN MIAMI! HE IS GOING TO WATCH HER PERFORM TONIGHT

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user1: we are losing so American tonight aren’t we 😭😭

user2: aw how nice of alex to hang out with his future brother in law!

y/nupdatez

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y/nupdatez: Y/N IS SINGING SO AMERICAN AS A SURPRISE SONG! I REPEAT SHE IS SINGING SO AMERICAN!

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user1: IN MIAMI TOO? OH SHE LOVES HIM

user2: LOGAN SARGEANT CAN YOU FIGHT

user3: WITHOUT ME??? THIS IS SO CRUEL Y/N

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y/nalbon

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y/nalbon: MIAMI! you were a dream❤️🇺🇸

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user1: pop princess 💜

logansargeant: 💜

user2: Logan is a lucky guy 😔

y/nalbon

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y/nalbon: he’s so American he can’t even use chopsticks correctly 🙄

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logansargeant: must be my teacher is the reason why

williamsracing: 💙

user1: “I’ll go anywhere he goes” 😭 she literally made her tour schedule align with f1 im losing it

user2: she loves that stupid American

y/nalbon: and I think I’m gonna marry him 😁

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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 4 months

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Hello! I love your writing. Can I request an actress y/n story of her doing the Vogue 73 questions interview and some of the questions being cute stuff about her relationship with Tom and the interviewer going viral on social media.

73 Questions with Vogue || Tom Blyth x actress!reader

A/n: this was so fun to write, thank u for the request anon :)

Warnings: none

Wc: 606

Tom Blyth x actress!reader au masterlist

Divider by @pommecita

You step into the grand foyer of your opulent home, adorned with exquisite art and gleaming chandeliers. Vogue’s cameras follow your every move as you prepare to answer their 73 questions. The air is charged with anticipation as fans worldwide await a glimpse into your glamorous life.

"Mind your step," you caution the interviewer, noting the subtle elevation that often catches people off guard. "Oh, thanks," he chuckles in response to your warning, and a reciprocal grin plays on your lips. The interviewer then dives in, initiating the conversation with, "What's your morning routine like?"

You flash a radiant smile, “I start my day with a strong cup of coffee and a walk with Tchai.” As you speak, you gently caress your spoodle, cozily curled up on the sofa.

"Tchai is so adorable! How long have you had him?" The interviewer questions, giving your dog an affectionate pat. "I've had Tchai since I started dating my partner Tom, it was actually his gift to me for our one year," you share with a smile, recalling the moment Tom surprised you with the dog of your dreams.

As you stroll through the expansive living room, the camera captures the elegance that surrounds you. A question about your career follows, and you share anecdotes from your latest film.

“I actually took this from the set of tbosas, it’s a photograph of my character and Coriolanus that was on Coryo’s bedside table during the first scenes,” You show the camera the photo, your grin reflecting the fond memories associated with it.

“Texting, calling, or FaceTiming?” The interviewer probes further. “FaceTiming for sure! I’m too slack most of the time to text, so I'd rather FaceTime people because then I can see their reactions,” you share, casting a glance over your shoulder as you navigate through your hallway, adorned with captivating artworks.

The interviewer then delves into a more personal inquiry, asking, “How do you handle the pressures of fame?” You take a contemplative pause, “I’ve learned to prioritize my well-being and maintain a grounded perspective. Surrounding myself with genuine people helps.”

Entering your plush home office, you take pride in showcasing the awards adorning the shelves. The conversation seamlessly transitions to your personal life, and a subtle smile graces your lips.

“Congratulations on reaching your three-year anniversary with Tom!” The interviewer beams, and you reciprocate, “Thank you!” “Could you share a bit more about your relationship with Tom?” the interviewer inquires.

Your eyes light up, “Tom is incredible. We support each other’s dreams and share a deep connection. He’s my biggest cheerleader. And I'm genuinely grateful to have someone like him in my life.”

The camera follows you into the stylish kitchen, where you casually pour a glass of water. “What’s the key to a successful relationship?” He asks. “Communication, trust, and a lot of laughter,” you reply, your tone sincere.

The resonant creak of the front door interrupts the air, and a familiar voice follows, causing an immediate and infectious smile to light up your face. “Oh, there’s Tom right now,” You chuckle setting the glass down before you make your way to the foyer, the camera effortlessly trailing your every move.

“Hi sweetheart,” Tom removes his sunglasses, drawing you close for a tender kiss before casting a warm smile at the camera. “Go, continue your interview,” He encourages, his eyes filled with affection, as you return the grin and redirect your attention to the ongoing interview.

Moving towards the sunlit terrace, you reveal breathtaking views. The interviewer probes further, "How do you maintain a work-life balance?" You chuckle, turning your gaze towards the camera, "It's a juggling act, but quality time with loved ones is non-negotiable," You point out.

As you ascend the staircase, your eyes meet Tom, engrossed in play with Tchai on the couch. A soft giggle escapes your lips, captured by the camera momentarily fixated on the fleeting connection.

"What's something people don't know about you?" You ponder on the question before replying, "I'm allergic to most flowers," You reveal as a soft chuckle leaves your lips. "Really? I wouldn't have known," The interviewer comments, surprised at you revelation.

"Oh, absolutely! During the filming of tbosas, I couldn't escape the constant sneezing, and my eyes were continuously watery, especially when shooting scenes outdoors in the district. We had to take a lot of takes with those scenes" you confess with a sheepish smile, casually walking backward while maintaining a steady gaze with the camera.

The tour continues through a luxurious walk-in closet, filled with designer attire. "Favorite fashion trend right now?" You gesture to your chic outfit, "Effortless elegance. Comfort meets style."

"What are your top artists that you listen to?" You walk over to your vinyl player, hands flickering through the vinyl records. "That's a tough once since I listen to a wide range of music. But I think I'd have to say my top three would be Olivia Rodrigo, The Neighbourhood, and the Smiths," You smile, picking out the 'Louder than bombs' vinyl and playing 'back to the old house'

"This is actually Tom and I's favourite song from the Smiths," You reveal with a grin. "You seem to have quite a collection of hats, care to share some light about the meaning behind your huge collection?" The interviewer points to a wall where about 20 cowboy hats were hung up.

"Funny story actually, these are hats that Tom and I have either taken, or were given from the set of Billy the Kid." You pick up Tom's cowboy hat, "Those who have watched the series, which you definitely should, would recognise this hat to be Billy's," You showcase the hat to the camera.

"This one I was gifted to by the director," You point to a white hat, "And these ones are from other cast members like Daniel, Alex, Ryan, and a few others," You gesture to the others.

A sudden knock at the door causes you to look at the door where Tom peaks his head around, the camera zooming onto him as he grins. "I made some iced chai's, your with oat milk" He walks in, handing you yours and one for the interviewer, "Awe, thanks babe," You gratefully smile at him.

"Yeah, thank you Tom!" The guy smiles at Tom who smiles warmly before leaving. You take a sip and let out a satisfied sigh from the cold beverage. "Mhm, this iced chai is delicious! Is this something you drink often?"

"Oh I love everything and anything chai. That's why I named my dog tchai cause I love it so much," You chuckle, "Do you usually have it with oat milk?" The interviewer asks as you hum, "I'm lactose intolerant so I drink oat milk,"

“Oh I see, I can tell Tom is very thoughtful, what’s your favourite trait that he has?” He asks a difficult question, “You can’t make me choose, I love everything about him!” You giggle.

“Okay, okay, sorry just say one that comes to mind then,” He chuckles, “hmm, I love the little things he does like putting medicine and a cup of water on my bedside table when I’m sick, buying chocolate for me when he knows I’m not having the best day, braiding my hair when I’m in my office doing work because it de-stresses me.”

“He’s the best boyfriend I could have ever asked for,” You smile like a schoolgirl thinking about him. As the interview concludes, you step into the sunlight, the epitome of success and poise.

The Vogue 73 questions interview becomes an internet sensation, captivating audiences worldwide. Your fans celebrate not just the actress but the genuine, relatable person behind the glamour.

In the days that follow, headlines laud your openness and authenticity. Your relationship with Tom Blyth becomes a the talk of the internet once again. The internet buzzes with admiration, turning the Vogue interview into a timeless moment in your career.

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mcbenson25 · 1 year

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Can I tell you something? CloseFriend!Olivia Benson X Reader

Request: I know you prolly get a ton of these but could you do a (Y/N) x Olivia Benson. Here’s kinda what I was thinking. Y/N was kidnapped for several months, sexually abused, and tortured. Y/N escapes and makes it to Olivia to tell her everything that has happened. Over the past several months. But you can add a twist or two to it. Could it not be like in lovers, but just really close friends

A/N: Guess who came back from the dead! I hope you like it and I'm so sorry it took so long.

Warnings: kidnapping, abuse, beatings, inexplicit mentions of sexual assault, flashback, arson

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Tick Tock

Another day...

Another beating.

Oh how you wish it would end.

“He came in drunk today,” you observed as he stumbled down the dimly-lit room, his movements unsteady and erratic. He weaved back and forth, struggling to maintain his balance with each unsteady step. His arms hung limply at his sides, and his shoulders were hunched. His glazed eyes searched the room, darting back and forth as if searching for something that eluded him and finally found yours. His breath was heavy and labored as he made his way over to the corner you were hunched over in. With each step, he stumbled and swayed, his feet scraping against the pavement as he fought to stay upright. He muttered to himself, his words slurred and indecipherable, and you closed you eyes ready for whatever it was he would do to you today. Your breath came in short, ragged gasps as you tried to calm the pounding of your heart. You were so tired and weak, there was no use in fighting anymore.

You braced yourself, ready for the blow, but it never came. You heard a loud thud and opened your eyes to see his limp body on the floor.

He had passed out.

You sat there frozen as it hit you.

You could escape.

You mustered all the strength you could as you stood up. He had gotten rid of the chains long ago, you had become to weak to fight back, so now with a deep breath, you made your way upstairs your heart pounding in your chest.

You knew you had to be careful, move quickly and quietly.

You were going to be free.

That thought gave you the strength to keep going, to push through the fear and uncertainty, and to make your way towards freedom.

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"We miss you! Where have you been?"

You were currently on a FaceTime call with Liv. You smiled hoping it didn't look too forced.

"I know I miss you guys too. I've been traveling. You know, just taking some time to explore the world and see new things."

Olivia looked skeptical. "Really? That's great, but it seems like a long time to be gone without a word."

You bit your lip, feeling the weight of the lie you were telling. "Yeah, I know. It's just been hard to stay in touch with everything going on you know with cell reception and all."

Olivia's expression softened. "Is everything okay, Y/N? You seem...different."

Your heart rate quickened. You weren't the best actor after all. You weren't ready to tell her.

Not yet.

"Liv I have to go, my...," you looked up and made it seem like someone was calling you, "uber ride just got got here and they're telling me to hurry."

Liv sighed before giving you a small smile, not fully convinced. "Alright. Call me when you come home."

"I will," you said before hanging up.

You sighed as you went back to the kitchen.

You were traveling...

but not they way you had told Liv.

You were hiding.

You weren't ready to face the world. Not after everything that had happened. You knew it wasn't you fault but yet...you felt as though it was all your fault.

You had stayed in this house for weeks after you had escaped. Every time you went out you felt dread and anxiety. You didn't trust the world anymore.

And so here you were, cleaning. You had spent weeks cleaning every inch of the house, wiping the grime off the walls and floors, dusting every piece of furniture, throwing out the food that had spoiled in the fridge. You had finally finished. You moved to the corner to pick up a dirty rag, and a sudden sense of dread grips you. You are hit with a flashback so strong it feels like you're living it all over again.

You're blindfolded, your hands tied behind your back. You're sitting on a cold, hard floor, and you can feel the rough texture of the blanket beneath you. You try to scream, but a gag is tied tightly around your mouth, suffocating you.

The memory is so vivid that it takes you a moment to realize it's not real. You're safe. You try to calm your shaky short breaths, but as you look around the room, everything starts to fall into place. The stains on the wall, the cracks in the ceiling, the position of the door, all match that room.

That room that had taken just about everything from you.

Your panic consumed you like a wildfire, burning hotter and higher with each passing moment. It was as if you were engulfed in flames, your body unable to find any respite from the searing heat. Your thoughts were like sparks flying in all directions, each one threatening to ignite another inferno within you. Your heart raced like a raging inferno, its beat erratic and unsteady. Sweat dripped down your face, as if your body was trying to extinguish the flames within. You felt like you were suffocating, the heat and smoke overwhelming your senses. You struggled to breathe, your throat parched and dry as if it had been scorched by the fire. Your mind raced with memories of the past, each one a scorching ember that threatened to ignite a new blaze of panic within you. You can't believe you're back here, in the same room where you endured so much pain and suffering. You feel like you're suffocating, just like you did when the gag was in your mouth.

You ran out of the house as if it were ablaze, your heart pounding in your chest. Once outside, you stumbled to a halt, gasping for air. But as you took in deep breaths, your lungs burned with each breath, and you coughed violently, as if trying to expel smoke from your body.

The world around you swirled, a dizzying blur of colors and shapes, as if you were still caught in the midst of the flames. You stumbled forward, trying to steady yourself, but your legs felt like they were made of rubber.

You leaned against a nearby tree, trying to catch your breath. Tears streamed down your face, stinging your eyes like smoke. You closed your eyes, trying to calm your racing heart and mind, but the memories of the past threatened to reignite the flames of panic within you.

Slowly, you regained control of your breathing, each inhale and exhale feeling less strained than the last. The smoke in your lungs dissipated, replaced by fresh air, and you felt a sense of relief wash over you.

You opened your eyes and looked around, taking in your surroundings with a renewed sense of clarity. You took a deep breath, and with each exhale, you let go of a little bit more of the fear and panic that had held you captive for so long.

It was time.

Time to finally say something.

Your heart raced as you dialed Olivia's number on your phone. You knew you couldn't keep the truth hidden forever.

When Olivia picked up the phone, you took a deep breath. "Hey, Liv," you said, your voice trembling slightly. "Can I tell you something?"

"Is everything okay?"

You hesitated. "Not really," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just...I need to talk to someone. And I trust you."

You heard concern lace Liv's voice. "Of course, Y/N. Whatever you need, I'm here for you."

You took another deep breath, struggling to find the right words. "I...I haven't been honest with you, Liv. About why I've been gone for so long."

"What do you mean, Y/N? Where have you been? Are you okay? Do you need me to come tell get you?"

You shook your head. "I can't really say yet. But...something happened to me, Liv. Something I never thought would happen to me. And I'm ready to talk to someone about it."

You took a deep breath, gathering your courage to speak. "Liv, I need to tell you what happened." You could feel Liv's concern as she listened attentively. It felt like she was right there with you, even though you were miles apart. "I was held captive, Liv. For months. I was abused, tortured..." Your voice trailed off as tears welled up in your eyes. It was hard to relive the memories, but you knew you had to tell her. "I escaped, but I'm still dealing with the aftermath. The flashbacks, the panic attacks. It's like I'm still trapped in that place."

After you finish telling Olivia about what happened to you, she takes a deep breath and her voice hardens. "Y/N, I'm so sorry that happened to you. But I want you to know that you don't have to go through this alone. We will get you justice."

You can feel tears welling up in your eyes as she says those words. Justice is something you had never even considered as a possibility before. But with Olivia by your side, it feels as though it's within reach.

"Liv, I don't even know where to start," you say, feeling overwhelmed.

"It's okay, we'll figure it out together," she responds. "I know it's not going to be easy, but we have to try. You deserve justice, Y/N. And we're going to make sure you get it. Come home."

With Olivia's unwavering support, you feel a sense of hope for the first time in months.

You make your way to your car, a new sense of courage overtaking you. As you drove away, you heard the sound of raw and guttural pain carried through the air, distant yet distinct.

You were going to leave it all behind.

You smiled, knowing Liv would do everything she could to make sure you got justice.

Even if justice had already been served.

As you entered the highway, sirens blared past you, you looked at your rearview mirror, the large smoke clouds taking over most of the sky.

Justice had indeed been served.

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Hey everyone! It's been quiteeeee a while since I've posted. It's been hard with life going on and there were days I wasn't sure if I would make it. I was so unmotivated and considered just not writing anymore. Ive found hope in those around me so I hope to come back strong :)

Message me with requests!

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birdiewriteslit · 28 days

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“so american”

nico hischier x f!reader

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inspired by “so american” by olivia rodrigo

warnings: fluff, kissing

can you tell i love nico in a hat

You were sitting in the passenger side of Nico’s car with your feet up on the dash. The window was down, and your arm was hanging out of it, the cool wind blowing your hair around your face.

It was spring, and the weather was just starting to feel like it. It had been cold for the past few weeks, and both you and Nico were happy to finally be able to enjoy semi-warm temperatures.

You loved driving around Jersey with Nico. You loved sneaking glances at him while he was too focused on the road to notice. You loved how warm his hand felt on your thigh. You loved how his t-shirt fit you and how it smelled like him. You also loved that he let you have aux privileges.

Nico frowned at you as one of your country songs came on the playlist. If his brown puppy dog eyes weren’t covered by his dark sunglasses, they would probably be enough to convince you to change the song.

You giggled at his displeasure, consoling him by lacing your fingers through his that rested on your thigh. He seemed to accept this, a small smile on his face as he shook his head.

He gave you one last once over before focusing on the road again. His smile grew wider. “You look so American.”

You let out a surprised noise. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Nico shrugged. “You’re listening to country music, for one. I only ever see people’s feet on the dashboard in movies, very American.”

“You don’t do this in Switzerland? You don’t relax with your hand out the window like this?” you teased, making wave motions with your arm in the wind.

He laughed, squeezing your hand as he did so. “We relax. It’s just different here. I like your Americanness. I guess the exception is that you’re wearing a Swiss’s shirt, which you look very pretty in, by the way,” he said slyly, raising your hand to his lips to kiss it.

You felt your face heat up as you watched the smile that spread across his face as he pulled away. “God, Nico, don’t make me blush.”

But that’s really all he did, it was what he was best at. You knew he loved how flustered he could make you if he wanted to. He loved how after five months of dating, he could still easily make you nervous.

The next day, at brunch with your friends, you expressed your utter happiness, but at a table full of mostly single women, it wasn’t received the way you intended.

“I’m serious when I say that I have never seen a more attractive man in my life. Like, seriously, compare him to any celebrity crush you’ve ever had, and multiply that attractiveness by a thousand,” you babbled mindlessly to your friends, who were giving each other looks. “And, ugh, don’t get me started on his accent. It’s so hot, especially when he talks me through it.”

“I’m gonna stop you right there,” your friend said, holding up her hand, a disgusted look on her face. “Frankly, it’s rude to talk about this during brunch. I mean, right in front of my french toast?” She gestured to her plate.

Another friend snorted. “I hate to say it, Y/n, but I agree. You literally only talk about him anymore. It’s like you’re gonna marry him.”

“I might,” you blurted.

Their eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Are you serious?”

You gave a small nod, suddenly uncomfortable by the amount of eyes one you. “I know it’s early but—“

“But you love him,” one of your married friends sighed. “It certainly sounds like you do,” she added after getting some looks from the other women at the table.

You didn’t respond, instead choosing to remain silent as the conversation steadily flowed away from you. You but the inside of your cheek, thinking about how you definitely loved Nico. You knew this before today, but with your history of failed relationships, you figured taking it slow with him was a good idea.

You weren’t lying about marrying him. If he kept this shit up, you were going to.

That night, you were lying in bed, eyes on the bathroom door, where Nico was on the other side. In your shorts and tank top, you were a little cold, and the top blanket wasn’t doing much for you.

When Nico slept over, you rarely made it under the covers. He naturally ran hot, and if you were covered by more than one blanket, you would literally overheat.

Finally, he came out of the bathroom. He was wearing a Devils t-shirt that was well worn and mostly likely from several seasons ago. He wasn’t wearing pants, his boxers out for you to ogle at, although you knew you shouldn’t.

Nico walked over to his side of the bed, stopping before he climbed under the blanket to pick up a book on your nightstand. You’d both read it and come to the conclusion that it was a waste of your good money.

“Why do you still have this?” he asked, showing you the cover. “I can’t believe your friend recommended it.”

“I like reading your notes. I think it’s cute how angry you get,” you admitted.

He set the book down and got into the bed, covering you with his body, instantly warming you up.

Wrapping his arms securely around you, he pressed his face into the crook of your neck. He sighed into your skin, his warm breath fanning out and his stubble tickling you.

He placed small kisses up your neck, trailing along your jaw before capturing your lips with his. Between kisses, he said, “Missed you today.”

Your heart fluttered at his words. “Yeah?” you said, smiling against his lips. “I missed you.”

He pressed one last kiss to your lips before pulling away. He brought a hand up to your face, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear, and stroking your face with his thumb. His lips parted, and his eyes were so big and brown that you genuinely felt like you could lose yourself in them.

“I wish you could come with us when we leave.” Nico was referring to an upcoming roadie. He would be gone for a week.

He was looking at you so sincerely, so vulnerably. “I’ll go anywhere you go,” you whispered.

You knew you couldn’t go with him. It wasn’t realistic. But with the way he was looking at you, you really couldn’t hold back from saying something so sappy.

He glanced down at your lips quickly before meeting your eyes again, his thumb continuing to stroke your cheek. “You would?” he asked softly.

You nodded. “I love you, Nico.”

His eyebrows rose in surprise, like he wasn’t expecting you to say it. His lips parted to speak, but nothing came out.

“Sorry if it’s too soon. I know I’m in love with you,” you spoke quickly. “I don’t wanna just assume that you feel the same about all of it.”

He took your face in his hands and kissed you. When he pulled away, he kept his hands on your cheeks and looked at you meaningfully. “I’ve been wanting to say that for months. Trust me, I feel the same. I love you.”

Your face warmed as he looked deeply into your eyes. You surged forward to kiss him again. You peppered his whole face with kisses, and he laughed as he gripped your waist and flipped the two of you over so that you were on top of him.

He grinned at you when you pulled away, his cheeks rosy and his hair slightly messed. “I don’t think I’ll be getting much sleep tonight,” he said.

Your expression matched his perfectly. “I don’t think so either.”

Even though you didn’t confess that earlier that day, you’d thought about marrying him, this was still just as good.

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Day 8 - Trapped Together

Fandom: Fire Emblem

Character: Olivia

Type of Request: 31 Days of Oc-Trope-R

Warning(s): Panic Attack (nothing full blown, but reading between the lines, you can see that it might've gone that way)

Notes: Olivia is such a great character, I love her v much 🥰

You both were searching an underground base for intel. Chrom wanted to get the drop on the enemy and some spies learned about an abandoned, underground base.

It's not just you and Olivia here, but the two of you decided to search together. That led you both to entering a room, smaller than others, but there was a desk and wardrobe so there are places to search.

And you were mid search before a loud noise was heard, startling you both and the next thing you knew, the doorway caved in with rock and rubble.

"Are we trapped?" Olivia asks after a moment of silence where you both processed what happened. "How did we get trapped?"

"It was abandoned for a reason. Maybe the enemy realized the place is unstable?" You suggest as you notice Olivia's increasing panic at what had happened.

"So we're trapped. Does this room have food or anything? Oh gods, what if we suffocate?" You knew Olivia to get freaked out easily when things don't go to plan. So you walk over to her, grab her shoulders, and look her in the eyes.

"Olivia," you say, "we didn't come here alone. The others will know that something happened and come and help us. We'll be fine." While the situation isn't ideal and definitely scary, panicking now wouldn't help at all. And you know that she's prone to panicking and the last thing you want is her exhausting herself due to fear.

"You're right and I know I should have faith in them, but it's still scary," she says but you see that she is doing better with controlling her breathing. "I'm sorry that you're seeing me panic like this."

"Nope, none of that." You're quick to stop her from any self-doubts or self-consciousness she might have. "This situation would cause anyone to panic. I'm only staying calm because I'm with you." That causes a small smile to cross her face.

You both are able to just talk and keep your minds off of things when you hear the other group finally arrive. They talk to you both, say they'll work to get you out, but that you won't be stuck for long. That knowledge definitely makes you both feel better.

"Hey, thank you for keeping me calm earlier," Olivia says gently as she gives you a shy smile. "I really wouldn't have been able to handle this alone. So, thank you."

"Like I said earlier, I would've been in the same boat if I wasn't with you," you remind her and there are definitely more words wanting to be said, but those can be saved for when you're both in a more comfortable environment. For now, you focus on trying to keep the mood light while waiting for the rubble to be cleared.

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