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pathologicalreid · 1 month ago

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when the night ends | s.r.

in which your teenage daughter doesn't come home after prom

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst content warnings: underage drinking, missing child, protective parents, prom, drunk driving. word count: 3.46k a/n: i hope u like dad!spencer because i have lotssss of him coming

You startled yourself awake, turning over from where you had fallen asleep on the couch, your eyes snapped open before you had the opportunity to topple over. Sitting up, you looked over to the recliner. In it, your eldest daughter was curled in a ball, sound asleep, just as you had been moments ago.

Slowly, you dragged your hands down your face, the show you’d been watching together still playing on the television while you checked the time on the cable box below.

Your heart dropped to your stomach when your eyes cleared enough to read the clock. It was nearly midnight, and you’d fallen asleep waiting for your younger daughter to get home from her school dance. She hadn’t woken you up on her way in, so you wrapped your arms around yourself while you made your way upstairs to her bedroom.

While your intentions had been to make sure she got to bed safely, you felt sick to your stomach at the sight you were met with. Her room was just the way she left it, your sixteen year old, while usually neat as a pin, had been so excited getting ready for prom that makeup and earrings were strewn around her room. Her lamp was still on at her desk, which had been transformed into a vanity for the event, and Olivia was nowhere to be seen.

“Spence?” You called out softly, not wanting to wake Finn, who you knew was asleep in his bed. You wondered if your husband was still awake, laying in bed reading, or if he too had succumbed to sleep. Your chest ached when you opened the door, finding him asleep with his reading light on. Part of you had hoped you’d find Olivia in there, gravitating to her favorite person to debrief with, likely so she’d have everything fully processed before breakfast. “Spencer,” you echoed, this time a bit louder, knowing you’d have to wake him up.

For better or for worse, Spencer was a light sleeper. Years spent in the BAU had trained him to wake up at the slightest of noises, and it wasn’t a skill that was easy to unlearn. He started to wake up after the second time you called his name, propping himself up on his hands and tilting his head. It took him less than a minute to remember, frowning at you and peeking out into the hallway, “Liv?”

Swallowing thickly, you shook your head, “She’s not here.” You said, watching him stumble out of bed with an urgency you rarely saw from him—the last time would’ve been when Finn hit his head after falling out of a tree. You were fairly certain Spencer had never run so fast before.

As fate would have it, Spencer had more experience with these situations than you did, so you followed his lead, trailing behind him while he made his way downstairs. “Where’s my phone?” He asked, patting the empty pockets of his pajama pants while he prowled the kitchen for the little black box.

You glanced around the room, eyes skimming for any sign of a phone—yours or his. “Who are we calling?” The question was simple enough, you wanted to know who the first line of defense was in this instance.

He frowned, finding his phone exactly where it should’ve been, sitting on the charger and opening it. “Emily,” he answered, having already made up his mind.

Doubtful, you reached a tentative hand out and placed it on his wrist, stopping him in his frantic typing. “Shouldn’t we try to call Liv first?”

Spencer’s shoulder’s slackened, arms falling limply when he nodded once. Your husband switched modes, opening the favorites tab on his contacts and calling your daughter. While the call went out, he reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers before removing the phone from his ear and frowning at the screen. “Straight to voicemail,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. He lifted his chin to look over at you, his eyes finding something else over your shoulder.

Looking behind you, you saw Nell standing nervously, her hair mussed on one side of her head while she teetered on the heels of her feet, glancing between her parents. The commotion had likely roused her from her spot on the recliner. She didn’t speak, waiting impatiently for someone to tell her what was going on.

Considering your options, you looked at her phone, practically an attachment of herself, “Can you find your sister’s phone with yours?”

Solemnly, Eleanor shook her head, “Not if your call went straight to voicemail. That means her phone’s probably dead.”

“Probably?” Spencer asked doubtfully, he hoped for further explanation from your teenager, but you were already moving on to next steps.

Nell shrugged helplessly, “Her phone is either off or dead, which is why it went to voicemail. Livvy wouldn’t turn her phone off for anything while she was out, she knows it’d freak you guys out.” Your daughter pursed her lips, “So it’s probably dead, or…”

You bristled at the way her voice trailed off. “Or what?” Spencer asked, trying not to project his frustration onto your nineteen year old.

“Or the phone’s broken,” you continued for her, watching your husband warily as you broke the news to him. “Nell, can you go on your phone and look at any social media site where you can talk to someone?”

Spencer raised his eyebrows at you, “Livvy doesn’t use social media.”

Nodding, you turned back to face him, “But her friends do, all of the kids she went with have probably been on social media all night long posting pictures with the location tags on.”

“Should I go get Finn?” Nell asked from her perch on the recliner, wondering aloud if her little brother should be involved in this search.

In complete synchronicity, you and Spencer both answer, “No.” Finn was cranky enough in the morning, waking him up at midnight was a sure way to make everyone’s lives miserable tomorrow. “We need to figure out what we’re dealing with first…” You watched Spencer dial a number on his phone, “Who are you calling now?”

Your husband lifted the phone to his ear, “Penelope… if anyone can find a phone while it’s off…”

“It’s her,” you finished for him, nodding assuredly before turning around to look for your phone. You made your way over to the couch, stumbling slightly and using the armrest for support.

Phone in hand, Eleanor watched you with concern, “Mom?”

Shaking your head, you dismissed her concern, pulling the blanket off of the couch and jostling it in the air in hopes that your phone would fall out of the bundle of fleece. You looked down at the couch, tossing the blanket onto the floor while you looked for your phone, breath hitching when you heard it start to ring.

You fished the phone out from between the cushions and checked the contact that was illuminating the screen. It was an unknown number, but you answered anyways, not willing to take any chances. Lifting your phone to your ear, you spoke first, “Livvy?”

The other end of the call was silent, but you weren’t going to be the one to hang up. You waited, listening to the wind blow on the other end of the call. There was a dark pit in your chest at that moment, a horrified part of you thought a stranger was going to start speaking to you about your daughter. Both Spencer and Nell were giving you their undivided attention.

Taking a deep breath, you almost said her name again, tears pricking along your lashline while you tried not to break down. Ever since you had kids, this had been your worst nightmare, one of them not coming home at the end of the day, and now it was your reality—you just didn’t know why.

“Mommy?” A timid voice came through the call, and you sat down on the couch, sinking down into the cushion while fear and confusion and relief spun through your body quickly enough to give you vertigo.

You looked up to meet Spencer’s eyes, hoping to signal him to your relief, “Where are you? Whose phone are you using?” She’d called you by a name none of your kids had used in years, and it sent you into even more worry.

A small sniffle came from your daughter, and your previously heavy heart broke at the sound of her misery, “Uh, I walked to school after the dance. They still have a payphone.”

Confused, you tried to recall the plans that she’d laid out for you in the midst of begging for permission to attend the senior prom, and there was never any information about walking anywhere. “Maya’s mom was supposed to drive you home,” you reminded her, getting up from the couch while Spencer gathered the car keys from a dish in the entryway.

“But…” Liv’s voice trailed off, “I know. I’m sorry. I was gonna walk the rest of the way home but my phone died-”

“You’re not walking home,” You interrupted her, pulling out your mom voice. “You’re going to stay put at school and dad and I are going to come get you. Here, talk to your sister for a second,” you quickly handed off your phone to Nell, surprising her for a moment before she took the phone and talked to her little sister.

You went to the stairs, holding up a hand so Spencer would wait for you while you went to Liv’s room. “What are you doing?” Spencer asked, following you upstairs, growing anxious with every passing moment.

Rummaging through her closet, you sighed at his impatience, “Grabbing a hoodie, it’s chilly outside.” While you fought with a hanger, you nodded at the floor, “We should take her flip flops with us.”

“Why?” Spencer asked, appalled at your suggestion.

Glaring at him, you pointed to the floor again, “She’s been walking around in heels all night. Trust me, she’ll be grateful for the flip flops.”

Taking your word for it, Spencer crouched to the floor to grab her shoes, “Okay, let’s go.”

By the time you took your phone back from Nell and got in the car, you leaned back in the passenger seat of the car. Your brain was still moving a mile a minute, but with Olivia sitting on the other end of the phone call, neither of you could say what you were really thinking. It would have to wait until all of your kids were under the same roof again.

Your husband was similarly tense, his jaw tight while he spoke with your daughter, but the concern never left his eyes, a small part of him wondering if you’d make it to Liv before someone else got there. Silently, he reached a hand over, setting it on your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze before he spoke, “We’re here, Liv.” Spencer moved his hand, using it to unbuckle his seatbelt while you followed suit. “Stay on the phone, we’ll come to you.”

Liv was quiet on the other end of the call, the occasional forlorn sigh being the only sign of life from the teenager.

“Liv!” You called out, nearing the corner where you were pretty sure the payphone was located. You turned the corner, and sure enough, Livvy was sitting on the pavement. Her dress was in a pool of lavender chiffon on the sidewalk, and when she noticed her parents approaching her, she looked horrified.

As you got closer, you could see her face in the dim school lighting, her brown eyes were bleary with tears. Eyes bloodshot in a way that could only be produced by a high school dance gone wrong.

Waiting to speak, you sat down next to her while Spencer tenderly took the payphone from her hands, returning it to the hook before sitting down on the side opposite of you. “Are you hurt?” Spencer asked, the first in a barrage of questions that the three of you had seen coming from a mile away.

She shook her head miserably, strands of hair falling from her meticulous updo while she avoided looking at both of you, “No.”

Unraveling the hoodie from your lap, you draped the cotton over her shoulders, wanting to warm her up after sitting outside for who knows how long. As you made sure her arms were covered and rubbed her arms up and down, you faltered when she started to trembled, shuddering back a sob when you put your arms around her. “It’s okay, lovey. We’re here,” you reassured her, smiling when Spencer pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

“Maya wanted to leave early,” she cried, pulling away from you so she could put her arms through the sleeves of her jacket. “I went with her because I thought she’d have her mom pick us up from wherever we went, but she wanted to go hang out with a bunch of seniors.”

You nodded, sweeping a lock of hair behind her ear while she explained herself, “You should’ve told us Liv.” You weren’t berating her, there would be plenty of time for consequences tomorrow, but right now she only needed comfort.

She used the sleeve of her hoodie to wipe her face, cringing at the makeup that came off on the cuff, “One of the seniors asked me to come, and I wondered… I thought maybe he liked me.”

Spencer bristled at her answer, but one glare from you got him to relax his shoulders, “It’s okay, Liv,” he murmured to her. “It’s okay to want to be liked, you know?”

Her father understood her in ways you’d never be able to. He was the one who had to sit her down both times and discuss the opportunity to skip grades, explaining to her that graduating at sixteen was an option, but she didn’t have to take it. She’d left all of her friends behind in the process, and as time went by, invitations slowed, kids couldn’t reach out when she went to high school without them. The students in her own grade weren’t interested in being friends with someone so young, leaving Olivia ostracized from her own age and her own grade. It helped that Eleanor was just one grade above her, keeping an eye out for her little sister, but with Nell off at school this past year, senior year was hard for Liv.

“I shouldn’t have left, I should’ve just stayed at prom,” Livvy insisted. “I’m supposed to be the smart one.”

Your eyebrows raised in alarm, sharing a look with your husband before asking, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Livvy shook her head dismissively, “Nell’s the oldest, and Finn’s the youngest and the only boy. I’m supposed to be the smart one. That’s my niche. I don’t have anything else.”

“You have plenty,” you insisted, nudging her leg with yours.

Your daughter looked dubious, but intrigued, “Like what?”

Before you had the chance to list off one of her many positive attributes, Spencer answered for you, “You were the only planned baby.”

“Spencer,” you sighed, hanging your head in exasperation. You took a deep breath to chide him, but bit your tongue at the realization that he’d gotten Olivia to giggle—likely his plan all along.

The three of you sat in silence for a moment, and before you got to ask if she wanted to go home, Liv spoke up again, “We went to a park down the road, and one of the guys brought beers. I didn’t…” Her voice trailed off, nipped by nerves while she tried to explain the sequence of events from the evening. “I didn’t think about it until everyone got back in the car and they asked me to give directions home.”

You hummed softly, “They were going to drive drunk.”

Olivia nodded, confirming your assumption. “I asked them to wait a little while before driving, but one of the guys’ girlfriends called and wanted them to pick her up. So, they kicked me out of the car and left anyway.”

“Why didn’t you offer to drive instead?” Spencer asked, ever the logical thinker.

She was silent, staring blankly at the pavement while you figured out the answer on your own, “You were drinking too.”

Your daughter nodded miserably, more tears streaming down her face, “And it was gross! I don’t understand why people drink that stuff.”

You stifled your laughter, knowing she was probably drinking cheap beer that had been sitting in the trunk of a kids car all night, “Are you feeling okay?”

Shrugging, Liv wiped her face again, “I haven’t puked, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Look at it this way, you’re doing better than your sister the first night after we dropped her off at school,” Spencer consoled her, choosing to be lighthearted, but you both knew what he had to do next. “What kind of car are they driving?”

“John’s mom’s old Pacifica,” Olivia answered, propping her chin up on her knees while Spencer pulled his phone from his pocket. Her eyes widened in fear, “What are you doing?”

Spencer sighed, “I have to call and let someone know that they’re out right now.”

“Dad, no!” Liv begged, tears welling in the eyes that he’d passed down to her. She watched in terror as Spencer stood up and typed a number in his phone. “You can’t. Please. They’ll never talk to me again.”

It wasn’t something he wanted to do, per se, but rather it was something he felt duty bound to do. “Honey, they could hurt someone while they’re out driving under the influence. They could hurt themselves. That’s the reason you let them kick you out of the car, isn’t it?”

The teenager faltered, running into a wall when she opened her mouth to rebut. “Mom,” Olivia begged, hoping you’d talk some sense into your husband, but he was making perfect sense.

“Baby, would you rather they never speak to you again or would you rather hear about something happening on the news tomorrow?” You tried to reason with her, letting her rest her head on your shoulder while Spencer hit the call button on your phone.

Spencer walked out of hearing distance while he spoke on the phone, probably to an old contact from the past. The two of you watched him talk while staying seated on the floor, “Nell said you wouldn’t be mad.”

“We aren’t,” you assured her, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “We were worried. Dad was ready to call the BAU in when we realized you weren’t at home,” you told her, watching a shy smile bloom on her face. “I hope you know this doesn’t change anything. We’re still so proud of you, Liv.”

She sniffled softly, “I’m sorry. I was so stupid,” she said mournfully. “I’ll never be that stupid again.”

You hummed, “You were never stupid.”

“Then what would you call it?” She asked, her natural curiosity peaked.

Squeezing her shoulder, your eyes followed Spencer as he made his way back over to you. “Being sixteen,” you answered, and that reasoning was enough for you.

Her father crouched in front of her, gently resting a hand on her knee while he smiled at her. He smiled at her the way he had since the day they first met, “You know I love you, right?”

Nervously, Liv nodded, “Yeah.”

“I know it’s hard to go through school feeling like no one wants to be your friend, and I know how nice it is when someone finally extends that olive branch,” he consoled her. “Someday, these kids might thank you for calling us, and if they don’t, they weren’t worth your time anyway.”

She accepted his hand when he reached out to help her up, letting him pull her into a hug while you rose to your feet, “I just wanted them to like me.”

You smiled, “We like you.”

“You’re my parents,” Olivia countered.

Spencer shrugged, “Your brother and sister like you.”

Your sixteen year old shook her head, “Finn does not like me. He’s just acting like he does because he wants my room when I move out.”

“And he’s not gonna get it,” you reassured her. “You’ll always have a place to come back to, no matter how far away you move.”

Olivia frowned, “Mom, Boston isn’t that far away.”

“To you, maybe,” Spencer interjected, “To us it’s like losing a limb.”

“I think it might be better if you were mad at me,” Olivia suggested, leading the way to the car, groaning at the way you suggested leaving water and Tylenol out on her nightstand.

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hemmingsleclerc · 2 years ago

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Little Verstappen ▏Max Verstappen

-summary: Olivia Verstappen doesn't let her father focus on his post-race interview

The sun had just set on the racetrack, casting a warm glow on the tired faces of the drivers. Max, the winner of the day's race, was in the paddock surrounded by the hum of post-race activity. While journalists clamored for interviews, Max held his RedBull cap in one hand and, to everyone's surprise, cradled his young daughter, Olivia, in the other.

With a wide but tired smile on his face, Max agreed to a quick interview, with his daughter squirming playfully in his arms watching everything curiously. The interviewer, an experienced journalist, adjusted the microphone and began the conversation.

"Max, congratulations on another incredible race. How does it feel to win and be closer to winning your third championship?"

Max's eyes sparkled with joy, but his attention was often stolen by his daughter's mischievous antics, Liv, a bundle of energy, couldn't resist reaching for her father's cap and playing with his face.

"Well, it feels amazing," Max began, his words punctuated by Olivia's giggles. "The team did a fantastic job and the car was just perfect. It's always special to win, but having Liv here with me makes it even greater."

Olivia, not content with just the cap, began pulling on Max's ear, causing laughter from the crowd around her. Max, unfazed, continued answering questions while deftly avoiding her tiny fingers.

The interviewer chuckled: "Speaking of Olivia, what does she think when she sees her father win the race?"

''I don't know'' said Max ''Liv? What do you think?' he asked his daughter in his arms.

The little girl, realizing that the attention was now on her, felt her little cheeks heat up and hid her face in her father's neck, causing the elders to laugh.

"Well, it looks like we'll never know," Max said with a laugh as he rubbed his daughter's back. But the girl quickly turns around and says "My papa is the best driver in the whole world!" with a big smile on her face.

Max smiled at his daughter, who was now trying to put the cap on her own head. "She's amazing. She's my good luck charm and having her here makes everything that much more special. It's hard to describe the feeling of hugging her after a race. She's my biggest fan along with my wife, and I hope one day she understands what her father does."

As Max spoke, Olivia successfully donned the oversized cap, her eyes peeking out from beneath the brim. Max couldn't help but laugh, causing the crowd to join in the merriment.

The interview continued, a delightful mix of racing ideas and adorable interruptions. Liv, tired of the cap, now focused on her father's nose, causing more laughter from the viewers. Ever the professional, Max seamlessly integrated fatherhood and racing in a way that endeared him even more to fans.

At the conclusion of the interview, Max Verstappen lifted his daughter aloft, with the RedBull cap now perched precariously on her head. The image of the champion driver, crowned by his smiling daughter, became a trend on the Internet and was engraved in the hearts of fans around the world.

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starkwlkr · 11 months ago

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you should definitely have Olivia + her brothers do that challenge where it’s like “who’s more lenient” “who’s more strict” and the kids dunk Hugh and Mom head into water or something like that 😭 and then have Mom & Dad do it to them “who is more rebellious” “who asks for more money” “who does their school work” etc

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an: thank you anon for the request!! olivia back at it again with the tiktok trends 😭

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“But I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Well for starters, you’re not supposed to drown me in the bowl!” You were nervous, but prepared yourself.

“Mom, you have to do it for the tiktok!”

Olivia had the bright idea to do a tiktok trend with her family. She found the audio for the trend then quickly explained the trend to her parents. On the table were two large bowls filled with water. When Olivia explained, you were certain so many things would go wrong. You sat next to Hugh, who was more than ready.

“Alright, are we ready?” Olivia asked everyone. Alex and Reese mumbled a ‘yes’ while Hugh have a thumbs up, you nod. “Okay, lets start.”

“Who’s more strict?”

You were dunked into the water by all three kids without warning. It was fast, but it caught you by surprise. “Oh my god.” You said when you came back up.

“Who’s the messiest?” You and Hugh stayed safe for that question. You were both pretty organized people.

“Who’s is the worse driver?”

You already knew it was coming. Your head got dunked in the water by Olivia.

“I’m not that bad!” You protested.

“Who snores the loudest?” Finally it was Hugh’s turn to get dunked. Water spilled everywhere, some splashing on your clothes.

“I don’t like this game anymore.” Hugh wiped his face off with a napkin.

“Who’s more likely to get arrested?”

None of the kids knew the answer so they didn’t do anything.

“Who’s the cooler parent?”

For that, both you and Hugh went down. At least the kids thought you were cool and that was all that mattered.

It was now the kids turn to be dunked into the water bowls. You added a third one since it was Alex, Reese and Olivia. You and Hugh were more than ready to get some revenge.

“Who’s the messiest?”

Hugh and you put Olivia’s head in the bowl. She was already expecting to be dunked anyways.

“I’m pretty sure she has a coffee pot under her bed. Stop trying to be Nancy Thompson, Liv.” Reese teased.

“Who got into trouble more growing up?”

You dunked Alex’s head, Hugh let you do the honor. You had lost count of how many times Alex’s principal called when Alex was in school. You never received any complaints about Reese, while with Olivia it was just a few.

“I’m pretty sure my teachers hated me.” Alex laughed, grabbing the napkin Hugh passed him to wipe his face off.

“Who asks for more money?”

Since both Alex and Reese had their own, that left Olivia to be the one that somewhat relied on you and Hugh financially. Hugh was the one that dunked Olivia in the water.

“Speaking of asking for money…” Olivia smiled.

“No, I’m not giving you money.” Hugh said.

“Fine, a birkin will do just fine.”

“Who is the most rebellious?”

Easy, none of the kids. (But if you were to ask that question a couple years ago, it would be Alex getting his head shoved into the water.)

“Who is the favorite child?”

For the last question, you and Hugh dunked all the kids’ heads in the water.

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elleaitch22 · 1 month ago

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Love on Fire

Chapter 4: Second Chances

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

A/N: Sorry this is so short! This is the last filler before the plot picks up! I hope you love it!! xx Elle

Warnings: Fertility treatment, medical procedures

Word Count: 3.2k words

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Paigey 💗🧑🏼‍🚒🔥❤️‍🔥: whatchu want for dinner?

Princess 💗👸🏽👩🏽‍🍳: Idk. Not burgers. Or pasta. Or Chinese.

Paigey 💗🧑🏼‍🚒🔥❤️‍🔥: chipotle? cava?

Princess 💗👸🏽👩🏽‍🍳: Idk.

Princess 💗👸🏽👩🏽‍🍳: You pick. Please

Paigey 💗🧑🏼‍🚒🔥❤️‍🔥: cava?

Princess 💗👸🏽👩🏽‍🍳: Wrong choice. Try again

Paigey 💗🧑🏼‍🚒🔥❤️‍🔥: LMAOOO. i'll be there w your bowl when i pick you up from the bakery

Paige chuckled and locked her phone, tossing it into her passenger seat before driving the rest of the way to the hospital. Azzi’s texts were always one of the highlights of her day, even the indecisive ones. Especially the indecisive ones. It meant she stilltrusted Paige to show up for her, to know what she needed.

Since she had a 24 hour on shift, 48 hour off shift schedule, Paige was a child safety consultant on her off days. She taught a couple two-day cohort every three days at one of the hospitals in Baltimore.

Her drive to the hospital was short, but her thoughts stretched the whole way there. She’d memorized the phases of fertility treatment just as much as she’d memorized the child safety textbook. She was always preparing for Azzi’s second round. She just couldn’t stand the thought of not being helpful.

In between her first and second classes, she found Dr. Nelson-Agoda, one of the OB-GYN’s at the hospital.

“Hey, Liv!” She smiled, walking up to the doctor.

The doctor looked up from the tablet and grinned, “My favorite firefighter! What’d you bring me today?”

Paige paused, rubbing the back of her neck. “Well, Azzi wasn’t feeling well, so I wasn’t able to bring to anything today. But tomorrow, I’ll bring two things.”

“Whatever,” Liv rolled her eyes. “What’s up, Bueckers?”

“So, one of my friends is trying to have a baby. She did IUI, but the first round didn’t work. She’s going to try again, but when do they normally succeed? Is there anything I can do to support her? When are we supposed to give up, or try something else?” She rambled. “I just wanna be prepared for whatever she needs. Support her, you know?”

“I didn’t know Azzi was trying for a baby!” Liv beamed.

Paige’s eyes widened in panic, “I didn’t say it was Azzi!” At the deadpan look on Olivia’s face, “I think I’ve had two conversations with you where you haven’t brought her up.”

“Okay, okay,” She conceded. “Well she hasn’t told me I could tell people, so act like you don’t know when she announces it.”

Liv pulled her into a tight hug, “You guys are going to have a baby!”

“Well not if it doesn’t work. Can you just answer my questions?” Paige groaned, hiding a smile.

“Well, if there’s no success by the sixth round of IUI, I’d think about taking a break for a month or two, then try IVF. But if she has a chemical pregnancy or a miscarriage before 12 weeks, I’d just do IVF.” She paused. “I don’t know when she should quit IVF though. Some people do it for years, some only do three or four cycles because it’s so taxing and expensive. If you guys want to go with someone different, let me know. I got a few connections.”

Paige’s fingers flew across her keyboard, putting everything in her Notes app.

Baby Making 🤰🏽

Day 3-7: 1 pill/day

Day 10-11: go get ultrasound

Day 12: pick up trigger shot. shot at 9pm

Day 14: insem. appt.

Day 15-28: 1 pill 2x/day

Day 28: test early morning

IUI/IVF

No baby by IUI 6  IVF. ½ MONTH BREAK FIRST!

Chem preg ? or miscarriage before 12 wk  IVF

IVF v expensive. Can take years **do research

“You got any ways I can – ” Paige started.

Olivia’s phone went off, “I have a laboring mom, Bueckers. I’ll see you later!” She called, running off towards her patient. “She’s lucky to have you, Paige.”

Paige didn’t respond. She just gave a small smile and left before her heart got too loud.

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Back at the bakery, Azzi was barefoot in leggings and a cropped tank, wiping flour off her face with the back of her hand. Her curls were a frizzed halo around her head, and she looked beautiful.

She didn’t expect a knock.

She paused, hoping the person would go away.

Another knock sounded. Azzi grunted loudly and walked to the door, her face lighting up when she saw who was there.

“Hi, Katie!” She beamed. She swung the door open, quickly locking it back once it was shut.

Paige’s stepmom pulled the girl into a tight hug. “Hey, baby. Paige told me about the first round not taking. I just wanted to come by, see how you’re doing.”

Tears pricked the corners of Azzi’s eyes, “Yeah, she said a lot of people have to try for a while before they can have a baby.”

“Well, Bob and I tried for a year before I got pregnant with Drew.” She led them to Azzi’s office in the back, sitting on the teal couch.

Azzi nodded into her shoulder. They sat together on the couch, just breathing. “Thank you for coming to check on me, Katie B.”

“Of course, Azzi B. I’ll be here. Whenever you need me, I’ll be here. And you have Paige doing this with you.” Katie reminded.

The younger woman let out a laugh, leaning back. “Oh, I know you have thoughts about that.”

She laughed back, “Well, yeah! I’ve been telling you she loves you forever, Azzi. Maybe you’ll start to see what I’ve been seeing.” She paused, “I’m just happy you’re not doing this alone.”

“I haven’t been alone since they moved next door.” She giggled. “I’m scared though, that this is all going to make me love her more, if that’s even possible.”

Katie was quiet for a bit. “Trying to conceive is known to bring people closer together or rip people apart.”

Azzi swallowed, “So you think it’s going to ruin everything?”

“I wasn’t saying that. I just want you to be careful because it could ruin everything. But it could also be the best thing that happens to you both. You can’t let it drive you two apart.” She explained.

“I won’t let it,” She said, shaking her head. “She’s the most important person in my life.”

Before Katie could say anything else, the front door opened. “Here she comes now,” she smiled.

“Azzi!” A low voice shouted.

A lazy smile stretched across her lips, “I’m in the office! I have another batch of cupcakes to frost before we go home though!”

“Well, I’m gonna get out of your hair. Stop by this weekend, your parents are coming over for dinner on Saturday night.” Katie wrapped her in a tight hug.

The two walked out, Azzi stopping in the prep room, beaming when she sees her best friend.

“Hi Paige! Bye Paige.” Katie called, continuing to the front.

“See you Saturday.” Paige chuckled, following her to the front to lock the door.

Azzi filled the piping bags with six different frosting colors.

“Did you eat today?” Paige asked, unpacking her Chipotle bag.

The brunette thought through her day. “Um, we had those lemon blueberry scones and sausage this morning. But we have this huge wedding order, and Caroline has strep, so I’m still not done.”

A sigh was heard from across the room, “You gotta eat, Az. You know that. And I know you were busy, but if you know it’s going to be a bust day, just tell me. I’ll get something delivered.”

“You’re the best person I know, Paige Bueckers.” Azzi smiled softly. The blonde brought the bowl over to the table Azzi was working at. Azzi looked up from the cupcake she was decorating and was met with a spoonful of rice, corn, and chicken. “Are you just gonna sit here and feed me?” She giggled.

Paige gave her the Azzi smile. “You’re about to be growing a child. My job will be keeping you fed and happy.”

“You always take such good care of me, P. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Tears welled in big brown eyes.

“We take care of each other, always will.” She whispered.

They spent the rest of the night talking about any and everything while Azzi finished decorating the cupcakes.

There was a calendar in the passenger seat. “What’s this,” she asked surprised.

“Oh! I made a calendar, so I can let Stewie know when I need to miss for appointments.” Paige replied, nonchalantly.

The entire way home, Azzi replayed her explanation in her head.

She cared enough to make sure she’d be available for every step.

God, I love her so much.

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The vibes were immaculate in the Bueckers home.

Drew and Kamari were telling a story about what happened when they went out last weekend. Bob and Jon were talking about the new Avengers movie that came out a few weeks ago. Paige, Tim, and Jose were arguing about the best point guard in the league (Kyrie was the only valid answer in Paige’s opinion). Both Katies were talking about who they thought were going to win the conference finals.

Azzi brought out a tray with ramakins filled with personal apple pies.

Everyone dug into their dessert with fervor. Conversations halted, the room filled with sounds of spoons scraping ceramic. Everyone was eating, except for Azzi.

She cleared her throat, but it did nothing to help the lump in it. “So…I’ve been wanting to tell you all something.” She paused, looking at her parents. “I’m going to have a baby. I’m on my second round of IUI to have a baby.”

A beat of silence.

“You’re doing this…alone?” Tim questioned sternly.

Katie’s brows furrowed, “I’ve told you how hard it is. Raising a baby on your own.” Judgement seeped into her tone.

Azzi stiffened, hand wrapping around Paige’s hand tightly. The blonde squeezed back just as hard.

“I think it’s great, Azzi. You’re going to be a great mom.” Bob encouraged, trying to break the tension.

Azzi was tense as she spoke. “It’s something I’ve always wanted. And it’s not like I’m really alone.” She had a wobbly smile. “I have Paige. I have Bob and Katie. And Drew and Mari. And hopefully you guys too.”

“I just don’t want you to regret doing this without thinking it through.” Her mother replied.

Her dad sighed. “This just isn’t the right way to do things, Azzi. We had a plan.”

Bob interjected, “I did things the right way, and I still ended up raising Paige alone until Katie came into the picture. There’s no one right way to build a family.”

“I know that, Bob! I came into the picture. I saw how Katie struggled, and you can’t fault me for not wanting that for my daughter.” Tim exclaimed.

Katie Bueckers interjected, “It’s not like she didn’t think it through, Tim. She made a decision; don’t act like she’s being reckless.”

“We’re just trying to protect her,” Katie responded sharply.

“Why would we support her for making such a stupid choice?” Tim followed.

The room went silent. Tension peaking.

“You say you love her, but all you’re doing is making her feel ashamed. She’s stronger than anyone I know. She’s not doing this on a whim.” She started, tone firm. “She’s doing it with intention, with care, and with more grace than most people twice her age. She doesn’t need your approval. She just wanted your support.”

Azzi’s eyes were misty, breath shallow.

“If we wanted your input, we would’ve asked, Paige.” Katie said, sternly. “Azzi,” her voice softened. “We just want you to think this through. Come home with us tonight, and we can talk it all through.”

Paige stood quickly, hand still linked with Azzi. “Nah, we’re not doing this shit.” She spun and nodded to the door, “Let’s go, Az.”

Katie and Bob scrambled to follow them to the front door.

“I’m sorry that didn’t go as well as you hoped, Azzi.” Bob hugged her tightly.

“We’ll be here if you need anything,” Katie finished. “Let us know when you make it safely.”

They were ten minutes into the trip when Azzi spoke again. “Thank you, P.”

“Always.”

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The next few days pass in a blur.

The four-tier wedding cake and six dozen cupcakes were transported to the massive wedding with no mistake.

Azzi continued to take her Letrozole every morning, and it was wrecking her.

She’d gone two days with a constant headache. She was eating four times a day, drinking a gallon of water, and sleeping seven hours every night. So it was definitely the medicine. And ibuprofen wasn’t helping.

And on day seven, she was having terrible heat flashes. Azzi hated being hot. Everyone, except a blonde firefighter, avoided her that day.

Even Paige was a little wary with her. Azzi’s mood swings were…something. She cried when Paige forgot her pita chips with her Cava order. She got angry with her when she dropped her off to the bakery five minutes later than normal. This that happened often set her off, but she was aware of it. She cried at least once a day apologizing to anyone she felt she was mean to.

One of Paige’s off days fell on a Sunday, which meant she was able to spend the entire day with Azzi.

Ice and KK hugged and thanked her when she walked it.

“She’s been mean all week. She even yelled at KK!” Ice whisper yelled.

The mentioned girl looked at Paige with a pout. “All I did was tell her we needed more raspberry filling for the cupcakes I was doing.”

Paige chuckled quietly, not wanting to set her best friend off, “Alright, alright. I’ll handle it.”

She walked back to the kitchen, continuing through to the prep room when she didn’t see a curly ponytail.

“Hi, Princess.” She smiled, eyes widening a bit when she saw the glare on her face. “What’s up, Az?”

Her face scrunched in frustration, “I forgot the baking soda in one of the muffin batters and now this fucking frosting is either too light or too dark, and I can’t start making this smash cake until the colors are perfect.” She huffed, “And now, I have you in my face asking me what’s wrong.”

Paige’s brows shot up at the last part of her rant, but before she could say anything, Azzi was speaking again.

“Wait, I’m sorry Paige. I didn’t mean that, I promise.” She said, eyes wet now.

The blonde came up behind the brunette. She felt the tension melt a bit when she wrapped her arms around her toned waist. “It’s okay,” She pecked the side of her head. “Why don’t we let Caroline dye the buttercream while you take a break.”

“I really need to finish this though.” She whined.

Paige smirked, “I brought ice cream.”

“CAROLINE!” Azzi shouted, “Please come dye this frosting. I can’t get it to the right color.” She dragged Paige to her office, not even waiting for her coworker to reply.

A pint of cookie dough was plopped on the coffee table in front of the couch, and Azzi got heart eyes instantly.

“You’re so good to me,” Her eyes were wet with tears again.

Paige couldn’t control her laughter this time, “You don’t have to cry, Az. I promised you I’d be here.”

“God, I didn’t have mood swings like this last month.” She smiled around the spoon. “Maybe that means it’ll work this time.”

The older woman set next to her on the sofa, “You’re doing an amazing job with all of this, Azzi. Just relax.” She pulled tanned legs onto her lap and massaged the soreness out of them. “I’m so proud of you.”

Paige’s fingers kneaded the soreness from her calves, but Azzi barely registered the relief over the heat that pooled in her chest every time Paige’s touch lingered just a second too long.

“No, I’m proud of you. You’ve been on Squad for three months now. How’s it been?” She murmured.

Paige knew Azzi was about to take a nap. Her words slurred a bit, so she decided to talk until the girl was finally resting.

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The morning of the ultrasound, Paige was in a terrible mood. She was extremely sore due to debris falling on her back during a rescue call the day before. Her entire back felt like it was locked up and was covered in one big bruise. Because of the pain, she wasn’t able to sleep well at all. There was nothing that ruined her mood more than a night of shitty sleep.

She went to get a massive coffee before going to Azzi’s to pick her up.

The younger woman clocked the coffee before either of them could say anything. “Bad night?” She asked softly.

Paige sighed with a small smile – of course Azzi would notice that right away. “Yeah. There’s a big ass bruise on my back. Couldn’t get comfortable enough to stay sleep.”

“Poor baby,” Azzi pouted, rubbing the blonde’s arm. “I made you breakfast! Maybe that’ll cheer you up.”

She gave her best friend a plate with two cinnamon crunch bagels, four slices of bacon, and fruit salad.

“I’m not even gonna make you eat the fruit. And when we get back from the appointment, I’m gonna make you an ice bath.”

“I hate ice baths. You already know that.” Paige whined.

Azzi giggled, “Yeah, but you know it’s going to help with your pain, so we’re doing it.”

She moved around the kitchen, wiping everything down, just waiting for Paige to be ready to go.

Their trip to the clinic was quick. Azzi was a little nervous, but not too bad. She really wanted it to work this time, but she tried to keep Katie’s voice in the back of her mind. It could take months to get pregnant, and it didn’t mean anything about her or her body if it didn’t take this month.

Paige held her hand through the discomfort of the ultrasound.

“I’m seeing two mature follicles, and your lining looks very good.” Dr. Caldwell seemed impressed.

The blonde leaned over, kissing her best friend on the forehead. And Azzi released a deep sigh. There was a chance, a good chance this month.

As they walked to the car, all of Paige’s tension evaporated. “It looks like a good cycle, Az.” She was beaming.

“Let’s hope it’s good enough this time.” She whispered back.

Later that night, they were back in Azzi’s kitchen, this time for the trigger shot.

Paige kissed her abdomen before wiping the area with another cold wipe. She was so focused that she didn’t even notice Azzi’s thighs squeezing together a little.

She distracted Azzi with firehouse gossip about how Rickea was messing around with James from C shift. Flau and Ant printed pictures of him and covered the fridge with them.

“OW!” Azzi winced. The shot hurt more this time because she wasn’t preparing herself for the pain.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Paige muttered, planting another kiss on her belly. She said another prayer today. “God, please let this baby stick. Let Azzi be a mommy.”

Tanned hands ran through Paige’s head as she knelt in front of her. “When are you going to settle down, Paigey? You’re going to be the perfect wife. An amazing mom.”

In retrospect, she shouldn’t have said anything because the heated gaze she received in response sent warmth straight to her core.

“Yeah? You think so, Az?” Her voice was lower, raspier.

Azzi just nodded, breath caught in her throat.

Yeah, she was completely fucked.

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The insemination came and went.

Azzi was silent during the procedure again, and just like before, Paige filled the silence with gentle words.

On the way home, Azzi finally spoke again. “I wish I could just know now. You know? I hate the waiting.”

“I wish I could just do it for you. I don’t like that I can’t help.” Paige replied.

Azzi grabbed the hand resting on the console. “You’re here, Paige. That’s more than enough.”

Azzi threw herself into work. She filled tons of end of summer and back to school cookie and cupcake orders. Paige brought lunch most days, reminding her that she needed to eat, so she could support a baby.

She waited for Paige to take the test this time.

The blonde sat on the bed, while Azzi washed her hands.

“You good in there?”

“Not really. I’m nervous.”

“Can I come in?”

“Yes.”

They sat shoulder to shoulder as they waited for the timer to expire, except no one moved when the timer went off.

“You want me to look?”

“Please.”

Paige stood slowly, hands shaking as she reached for the test. It was like it was all happening in slow motion. Azzi watched as the test turned over. Paige’s jaw clenched before her head dropped.

“I’m sorry.”

Azzi didn’t cry. Not at first. She just got up, walked to the living room, and sat in front of the tv.

She didn’t let Paige see the breakdown. She didn’t let her see her cry during season seven of Grey’s Anatomy. Cry through Derek and Meredith’s struggles with getting pregnant.

Until two nights later. The bakery had been closed for four hours, but Azzi was still in the back prepping dough for the next morning.

“Azzi?” Paige called out, but Azzi didn’t hear her. “I’ve been waiting at the house for two hours. What are you still doing here?”

She couldn’t hear her. Couldn’t give an answer. She just hunched over the counter, tears falling into the dough she was kneading.

Brown eyes shot up, wide and scared, when Paige finally touched her.

“What are you doing here?” Azzi asked, breathless.

Brown brows furrowed. “You weren’t home. It’s nine, Azzi. I got worried.” She pulled her best friend into her arms.

And she finally broke.

Heart wrenching sobs flowed from her mouth like a river.

“I just,” She wept. “I thought it was gonna work this time. Everything looked so good.” She said between gasps. “It’s so hard, Paige.”

Tears welled in blue eyes. “I know, Azzi. But you’re doing so good. You’re doing everything to get your baby. And I promise you; you’re going to get that baby. And when you do, you’ll see that it was all worth it.”

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And Paige was right.

Because the next cycle, Azzi’s hands shook as she held a pregnancy test.

Two lines.

She did it.

She was going to have a baby.

#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #pazzi fics #pazzi #paige x azzi #love on fire

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crossbackpoke-check · 2 years ago

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what are ur thoughts on the winners room trope?

ooooo okay surface level analysis: i like winner’s room fics :)

etwas tieferes: i think it’s cool that it’s (afaik) unique to hockey fandom and i enjoy the way it integrates a lot of unspoken rules in hockey with desire/makes them a physical/tangible reality… also the narrative potentials/world-building it opens up can be fun because there’s not really a set of rules for the “winner’s room” trope. are there in-universe rules? who gets chosen? who’s exempt? who gets to pick? where’s it going down? is it the entire room or one guy? what if your (ex)boyfriend is on another team? does somebody need to be taught a lesson or do you need to remind someone who got traded you still love them? also, most important, winner’s room gives you the chance to put two random-ass guys you saw interact for 0.002 seconds and went “hmmm. interesting” about into a Situation and i love that

#yeah buddy!! i love answering questions!!! unironically i have so many opinions!!!!#refraining from putting this in the main text but had to go: yeah who doesn’t love a good g*ngb*ng #it also doesn’t just have to be a bunch of dudes fucking though per always: i think winner’s room fics can bring up interesting dialogues #about the idea of bodily autonomy and self-sacrifice or sacrifice in sports #every fic can utilize a trope their own way so you might have lighter versions or heavier versions and #tw: sa #dub-con/CNC elements which. given the truth of SA and abuse in hockey it’s valuable to have tools to explore and i feel like i need to #address that when i talk about this? obvi dead dove do not eat for some fics re:winner’s room but i think a lot of them do talk about #control and power to some extent if you were to do a deep literary analysis. which we don’t need to. sometimes it’s enough to read a fic one #time because you liked the main pairing and didn’t know SHIT about the flyers and then come back to it years later and absolutely lose your #goddamn mind about the fact that actually you DID know about travis konecny before you thought you did and at one point there were all these #guys that you now know and love who were just like. random fuckers in the sides of the fic. i tend to do that a lot bc i will read for #nearly everything (if i love u. i will read your works even if i don’t know anything about the fandom and also i am always willing to jump #on new ships) so also tangentially i think winner’s room fics are a lot of fun because you can see a lot of different interactions between a #lot of guys like not only is it this guy and this guy but also this guy and that guy and these two interacting around the sacrifice etc etc #tangled web many layers und so weiter. not sure if any of that makes sense but also i’m gonna tag for mentions of sa/wjc/hockey canada stuff #i don’t even really know if winner’s room functions as well even in other sports bc of the Team Identity in hockey & cultural context #liv in the replies #winner’s room can be layered with SO many other kinks and tropes and aus and also just like. i like it & that’s probably all i needed to say #also obvi re: rules for trope there aren’t ever any there’s just some popular variations and we can kinda see some of those forming #but i’m not even sure if winner’s room has its own tag on the archive? i’d have to check i know i have a few saved in my bookmarks at least #OH also if you made it this far. wasn’t sure if this was like a ‘do u got recs’ or a ‘what’s your moral stance’ or ‘hey is this something ur #into’ so. good faith good vibes y’all and if this wasn’t what u meant please elaborate the question i do love answering things #ty for the ask!!!!#for the record i do watch hockey like the leonardo dicaprio pointing meme finding milliseconds of interaction to go HAHA GAY NARRATIVE about

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damiansgoodgirll · 11 months ago

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I BEG YOU

Don’t break my heart part 3 please ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

you ask, i deliver

part one, part two

the judgment day x reader (platonic), damian priest and rhea ripley x reader (platonic), drew mcintyre x reader

‼️family issues, fear of abandonment, reader might have daddy issues, damian and rhea being the besties i need in my life ‼️

don’t break my heart - part 3

it was right after monday night raw ended that you had no energy left in you.

you knew it was going to be complete chaos when the shein version of the judgment day ruined damian’s match. rhea’s blood was boiling at the sight of damian being attacked by his ex members. so, you knew chaos was going to happen when her theme song echoed into the arena.

she told you to choose. she said that no matter what your decision was, her feelings for you weren’t going to change but she made clear that she was going to kick liv and dom’s asses. she told you - you can stay here and wait for us backstage or you can join me - and honestly, you thought about it but ten seconds later you were running by her side.

the crowd erupted in happy screams when they saw you by her side.

rhea pointed liv, you pointed jd, and finn too.

finn knew that you wouldn’t have picked him over damian and rhea but he wasn’t expecting to see you against him.

“don’t do this…” he told you “you’re gonna regret this” he didn’t mean to threaten you, he just wished you weren’t involved at all.

“i don’t care…i’m tired of hiding” and with that you simply attacked him. carlito saw the scene and simply came to the rescue, trying to take finn away from you.

while rhea tried to attack liv, damian was still in the ring with jd so you you went to attack him “move” you simply said. his face was stone cold. maybe finn was right, jd had a crush on you but you couldn’t care less.

of course liv and dom ran away, like the cowards that they are and in the meantime damian took his time in finishing jd.

the crowd cheered when they saw you, dam and rhea standing there in the ring, hugging each other, knowing that no matter what, you would always have each other’s backs.

while backstage, rhea and damian took their time answering questions and doing interviews but you were too tired from the event that occurred that all you wanted to do was to end up in your hotel room and sleep all night long.

walking towards the exit, you spotted drew who kindly waved at you. drew was the same as jey or la knight for you, just kind acquaintances because they were friends with damian and rhea but nothing more.

“hey kid” he smiled at you. his nickname made you smile “great fight out there”

“oh” you awkwardly smiled “that…that was nothing but thank you”

“are you going back to the hotel?” he asked, probably already knowing the answer, seeing you with your bags and tired look.

“yes…i was thinking of calling an uber, i fear damian and rhea will take too long with interviews right now…” you smiled.

“don’t call them, i can give you a ride, plus we are staying at the same hotel right? in downtown?” he asked and you nodded “i’m going back right now, you can ride with me”

“are…are you sure?” you didn’t want to be a bother so you doubled checked.

“positive, let’s go” he smiled and walked towards the rental car he got for the show. you’ve never been alone with drew before, only talked with a few times when he was training with damian so the idea of driving with him for 30 minutes was making you nervous.

but the car ride was quite and silent. not awkwardly silent, just comfortable enough. soft music playing in the background, drew watching the road as you watched some raindrops falling from the sky.

“you have talent kid” he broke the silence, waking you from your thoughts.

“oh, thank you…” deep down you knew you had talent, but that being the reason of getting kicked out of your family always made you feel guilty sometimes. you always wondered and imagined how your life would be if you actually had applied for college as your parents wanted for you. maybe you wouldn’t be this shy or weird while meeting new people. maybe you would be more confident about yourself. maybe you would have a boyfriend and a lot of friends.

there was always that voice in your head that screamed what if

“you don’t talk much uh?” he softly teased, making you smile a little.

“not really, no…i’ve always been like this, i guess…” lie. growing up you were talkative and you remembered your mother always telling you to shut up because you talked too much - what would she say if she could see you now?

“i get it…i was really shy growing up, then i started getting more used to the job, working with live crowds for all these years made me change the conception i had about myself…and i worked a lot on me, that helped me” he said, talking about himself but like he was giving you an advice.

you had to work more on yourself and you knew it, you just didn’t know if you were ready yet.

“yeah…big crowds helped me a bit but i still have to get used to it” you smiled.

“about that…everything okay today?” he didn’t want to overstep but he was worried about you. he couldn’t understand what finn did to make you run away like that.

“oh with finn?” he nodded “yes, he just said some things he shouldn’t have said…nothing major”

“got it” he smiled, realising you didn’t want to talk about it.

the rest of the car ride was spent with him just talking about his family. you were curious about it because he always talked about them so nicely that you actually wanted to know how he felt having his family and friends proud of him “and what about your family y/n? i’ve never seen them at the shows…”

he may have overstepped because you didn’t answer. he knew something because people talked but he didn’t know the full story and the one person who knew the truth was you.

“nothing much to say…they have other hobbies” you tried to avoid the argument as much as possible and you were happy dropped the conversation right there.

once at the hotel you thanked him about the car ride and told him that you were tired enough that you would have fallen asleep in the lobby any minute.

“yeah, i’m pretty tired too” he smiled at you “listen, in case you need more car rides or just someone to talk to, here’s my number, goodnight kid” and with that he left.

he gave you a piece of paper with his number on, kinda old fashioned but you liked it.

once you got to your room, you tiredly took a second shower and change into your pjs. you were so tired that you haven’t even eaten yet but at the moment you couldn’t care less.

before you could drift off, you received a text from rhea.

from rhea🖤

hey girl! sorry we took so long, we just finished with interviews, are you still in the arena? do you need a ride to the hotel?

from you

hey rhea! don’t worry about it! i can’t wait to see all of your interviews! i’m already back at the hotel and ready to sleep lol, but thank you so much for the offer!

you kinda didn’t mention how you got back to the hotel because you knew that if you did, rhea and damian would kept asking you questions that you didn’t want to answer. so you simply told her that you were about to sleep and that you would see her tomorrow.

but before falling asleep, you memorised drew number and decided to text him a “thank you for the ride, have a good night!” and then you drifted off.

drew would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy receiving your text. he was up all night staring at the ceiling and thinking of you. he’s been feeling some sort of attractions towards you but he thought that it was just a game his mind was playing to him. but sitting next to you and driving with you made him realise that maybe his attraction was actually a crush. he wished he could get to know you better but he knew and he saw - from the brief conversation you had in the car - that you wouldn’t open up to him, that he had to gain your trust and he was willing to do that.

morning came and you and rhea were already hitting the hotel gym as you waited for damian to join you.

“so…” rhea started talking “everything okay with the uber last night? did they get you here safely?” rhea knew about all the horrendous stories she read about uber drivers being maniacs so she tried to avoid them as much as possible, and so did you.

“oh…” you thought for a second “no i actually didn’t call an uber last night…uhm, drew drove me back here”

rhea was a little shocked for a moment but before she could say anything, damian both greeted you “what are we talking about here girls?” he gently smiled at you.

“drew as in drew mcintyre?” she asked and you nodded.

“what happened?” damian’s tone was more serious.

“nothing, drew just drove me back to the hotel last night and rhea is shocked about that” you wanted to avoid that conversation as much as possible but their looks made you realise that you would have to explain everything that happened last night.

“why him?” damian asked.

“because you were taking too long and drew saw me calling an uber so he offered? plus we are staying in the same hotel so i don’t see the problem”

“yeah but him?” it’s not rhea didn’t like him, they were friends. she didn’t like the idea of you and him alone together.

“yes rhea, him. he just drove me back, nothing else happened” you sounded irritated and damian noticed it.

“okay well, what matters is that you are here and everything went fine, right?” damian asked, hinting at rhea to drop the topic. she simply nodded and went back to her training.

you were just doing your exercises when a notification pop up into your home screen.

it was a text from drew.

hey kid, no problem at all! i told you, if you need car rides or anything else, just give me a call ;)

“what is making you smile like that?” rhea asked with a hint of curiosity.

“oh nothing, i just received a text…”

“from who?” damian teased you.

“no one you should worry about” you teased back.

“ouch…” rhea pretended to be offended “you’re keeping secrets now?”

“gosh, no! it was nothing important anyway” you quickly replied, tried to focus on your exercises. rhea and damian shared a look without you noticing it, they were determined to find the mysterious person behind your morning smile,

i will keep it mind lol! are you still in bed? i’m working out with damian and rhea and i’m already tired :(

you quickly answered back. in that moment you realised that maybe he didn’t wanna talk to you and you were just being a bother. what if he didn’t want you to text him? what if you were being a bother? what if, what if, what if were already overworking in your mind but before you could think of something worse, drew texted you back.

still in bed but i will hit the gym in a few minutes, i really don’t feel like it after last night but i have to…guess if i won’t be too late i’ll see there ;)

yup, you were smiling like a teen in love and you really couldn’t understand why. it’s not that you had a crush on him, right?

“is it drew?” damian asked.

“what?”

“you have this happy smile since this morning and seeing that last night you and drew were car buddies…something might have happened…” he explained to you.

you were quiet for a minute. nothing really happened between you and drew but you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed his company, even if you didn’t have much of a conversation. he was kind and you couldn’t lie, he was hot, maybe too hot for you but aside from that, nothing happened.

before you could say yes or no, drew entered the gym with his teasing smile on his face.

“morning guys” he said smiling at damian and rhea “morning kid” he said smiling a little longer than to you.

rhea was beyond in disbelief “what was that?” she asked drew.

oh no, you thought. she was ready to cause chaos even outside of the company.

“what?” drew asked.

“that little stare at y/n, what was that?” she asked, a little more irritated.

“nothing to worry about, i just said good morning” he wanted to be petty but you knew rhea was a master in that.

“sure…don’t fuck with me drew” she started to get more defensive over you.

“okay can all we please calm down…” you said making them all turn their heads back to you “nothing is happening, can we please just go back to training please?” rhea was hesitant for a moment “please?” but she knew she couldn’t say no to you when you had those puppy eyes.

she didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable but she didn’t like this whole situation between you and drew.

“fine” she turned around and went back exercising with damian.

is she always like that?

drew texted you, making it hard for you not to laugh out loud. you simply nodded at him and he winked at you, making you blush.

two hours later and you were a sweaty mess “i need a shower, maybe two” you joked with damian, agreeing with you.

“i think i’ll rest for a bit…” damian said and you nodded.

“yeah�� rhea joined “me too…i’m too tired today, plus we have to be back on the road tomorrow…i wanna sleep in today, y/n?”

“i’ll take a shower and then i’ll decide, probably i will order something to eat…” you smiled.

truth was you didn’t wanna stay in. you had to energy to spend the day in bed so you were probably going to sneak out and visit some places. so when you all left, you were quick to shower and to dress up.

wanna have lunch together? take out sounds nice but i think you would like some company :)

you smiled when drew texted you.

sure, i’ll meet you in the lobby in 30 minutes if that’s ok with you?

you waited for his reply with a little anxiety, so when he told you that it was perfect for him, you started your makeover and found something nice to wear.

you couldn’t lie, your heart was beating fast and faster the moment you approached the lobby.

“here we go” you whispered softly, mostly to yourself.

when you saw him, you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. he was a really hot man, you saw him fight almost naked every single week so you were used to it but seeing him all suit up, clean and fresh, did something to you.

“hey kid” he greeted you “you look good” he genuinely smiled at you.

you weren’t used to compliments su you didn’t really know what to say, apart from thank you.

“you don’t look bad either” you teased making him chuckle.

you were kinda surprised when he opened the car door for you. no one ever did anything nice like that - not that you ever dated anyone but being treated nice like this in general made your heart skip a beat.

the restaurant he chose was nice. not too fancy but it was cozy and nice “i hope you like it” he smiled at you.

“it’s really nice drew, thank you” growing up you became shy and more introvert so you didn’t really know how to make long lasting conversations but seeing drew being so happily awkward and shy made you happy.

the first few minutes were pretty awkward, you reading the menu and drew doing the same, deciding what to eat and taking your sweet time with it. you both opted for some fresh pasta and some chicken salad, both wanting to keep it healthy but still enjoying your lunch out.

“how are you y/n?” he gently asked.

“oh, i’m good thank you…what about you? still thinking about your victory at summerslam?” you smiled.

“of course, i will think about that moment for a while now” he chuckled “what about your summerslam?”

“mine was…something” you tried not to make it too awkward but it was like a fresh wound to you, you were still hurting about the betrayal and it will hurt for a while.

“yeah, i can imagine that…do you wanna talk about it?” he asked, fearing he overstepped.

“i…well, i wasn’t really expecting the group to break up like that, i knew there was tension but not that much…you know, they are, were like a family to me” you breathed out “and now damian and rhea are all i have, i can’t let them down you know?” you feared you may have talked too much but with drew’s kindness it came natural to you.

“i’ve been there, betrayals will stay impress in your mind but it will get better eventually…” he smiled at you and you felt more comfortable talking with him.

while eating, he talked about the most stupid things he liked but that made you happy, hearing something new from someone new.

“y/n…” he called, his serious tone more pronounced “can i ask you something? it’s a little personal and you can say no if i make you uncomfortable but i’m just curious…” he asked and you nodded “i’ve heard things…mostly rumors about you…everyone claim to know you but i feel like they don’t even know what they’re talking about” he said and you let him continue “they’ve been talking about you are basically…alone, that you don’t enjoy the other women company, they’ve been talking about how and your family don’t have any connection, how they think it’s your fault…basically a lot of stuff that i’m pretty sure it’s not real…that’s why i wanted to hear it from you, you are the only one who knows the truth…”

you weren’t going to lie but it kinda made you feel bad what your colleagues thought of you.

“i mean…they are not that wrong, i’m not good at making friends, i tried, since i joined wwe but it felt like i wasn’t really welcomed so i decided to stay by myself, at least until i met rhea and damian…and they are quite right about me not being in contact with my family but they don’t know the full story…and if you don’t mind i would like to keep it private for now” it was hard for you talking about your family.

“yes of course, i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable at all, but i thank you for opening up to me, i really appreciate it” he genuinely smiled and you felt like you could probably trust him.

so you ended up lunch with two pieces of cake and fought for who was going to pay. like the gentleman he is, of course, he offered to pay.

“thank you for this amazing lunch drew, i really enjoyed it…it was nice having someone to talk to” you truthfully said once you both got out of his car and he smiled at your genuine words.

“anytime kid” there was a moment after he spoke where you were both silent, not knowing what to do or what to say.

“uhm… i think i’m going to rest for a bit now” you awkwardly signed to the hotel entrance, trying to make him understand that you were about to leave but that you didn’t want to leave him standing right there in front of the glass doors.

“oh yeah, i think i’m going to rest too, so, uhm, thanks for coming with me” he said making you chucked while he got closer to you “i’ll see you on the road” he slowly lowered his head and gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek “take care” he smiled before going back to his room.

now, you were the one who was left standing there in front of the doors.

with your happy face and bright smile, you came back to your bedroom, unbeknownst to you, rhea saw everything from the her hotel room as the window was facing down the entrance.

“oh i’m gonna kick his ass” she said before leaving her room.

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definitely be making part 4, i was just going to wait raw next monday to see if something happens with tjd! if you have any ideas or recommendations let me know in the comments!

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promenadewithme · 7 months ago

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Twelve Days of Christmas - Chapter 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem! reader Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: slight angst (i swear the fluff is coming), sexual content (not sex, but mentions of it), food (sweets, coffee), established relationship (marriage and divorce), motherhood, not proofread and i'm sick so there might be some screwups along the way a/n: i swear I planned on writing a chapter a day and I'm so so so sorry for taking longer than that, but I'm really sick and can't think straight most of the day (I just finished writing this at 1am). I promise I'll try to finish this until Christmas. I hope you all like it, though <3 pls tell me if it sucks.

part 1 part 2 part 3

The rich vanilla scent of something sweet, the empty bed beside you, water running, Liv’s giggles, James’ footsteps. Any one of those things could have woken you. Even though you knew there were a few more minutes before your alarm went off, the noises were a comfort, ones you hadn’t heard in a long while. Ones you did not know if you would hear again after this holiday season. So, you sat there and absorbed it, every little crumb you could catch through the door.

As your daughter’s giggles got closer, you closed your eyes and pretended to be asleep. Liv loved waking you up, so you always let her think she did. Whispers were exchanged before the door to your bedroom opened.

“Mommy” she whispered, caressing your face “wake up, we have a surprise for you.”

Your eyes opened to a pair identical to your husband’s, the same kind, melancholy, piercing steel that reached your soul. Leaning against the door frame, food tray in hand, James watched you both. There was uncertainty in his eyes. Can I come in or not? They whispered. You didn’t know the answer, so you looked back at Liv.

“Good morning, angel” you smiled and pulled her onto the bed, hugging her tightly. Her giggles filled the room as you tickled her sides “What surprise do you have for me?” you asked once she calmed down.

“Show her, daddy.” She jumped on the bed and James finally came in, slowly and unsteady, to his side of the bed.

After lowering the tray with a tight-lipped smile, he clasped his hands behind his back. Waiting. His military training never quite leaving him. To others, it might seem like a residue habit, but you knew he acted like this when he wanted to keep his shield up. He was upset.

He has no right to be. That voice resonated in your head. And it was right. He was the one who never showed up, the one who stopped touching you, loving you. The one who walked away from this marriage, from his own family, the second things got hard. He was like a ghost, you knew he was there in the dead of night and sometimes left tracks behind, but you never actually saw him. Now it felt like you were being haunted, seeing him in broad daylight, close enough to touch. When was the last time you gazed into his eyes? The last time you saw the light stroke his hair to reveal auburn streaks? The last time you both stopped for long enough to actually look at each other?

“We made pancakes with maple syrup and coffee” Olivia said, and you realized just how long you and James had been staring at one another “Mommy, do you like it?”

Peeling your eyes away from your husband, forced the most natural smile possible “I love it, sweetie. Thank you so much.” You kissed her forehead before looking back at James “And thank you, daddy.”

“You’re welcome.” He nodded, a faint blush painting his cheeks.

God, he was beautiful. You missed this, you missed him. There was so much you wanted to say. You wanted to yell at him, and kiss him, and ask so many questions, then hit him, but then kiss him better again. You wanted any excuse to put your hands on him.

Maybe I’m making a mistake. You thought gingerly.

But then his phone rang, and he said he had to take it outside. Then he left. Again. For what most probably was a work call.

Or not, the anxiety whispered, what would he have to hide from work?

Forcing yourself to believe it was paranoia, remembering that his clients were confidential, and that Liv had school, you brought yourself back to the present. It didn’t even matter anyways, in twelve days you would start the divorce process and all of this would be over.

“Have you eaten?” you asked Liv.

She gave you a sheepish grin and you already knew she had eaten the batter while they were making it.

“What?” you poked, matching her smile. You couldn’t help it, she was just too cute.

“I ate the batter.” She whisper-shouted and hid her head in the pillow.

You stifled a laugh and questioned whether or not she was still hungry, the answer being no. Hand in hand, you took your daughter to her room, leaving her to pick out her outfit of the day while you grabbed her lunch from the fridge and filled her water bottle. After a few minutes, she walked out with her still- tangled hair, a hideous Christmas sweater and pink leggings. Nothing matched, yet it was so authentically Olivia.

“Did you brush your teeth?”

Her answer was running back into her room. No, then. You were leaving her things by the door when James came back in.

“Do you want me to drop her off?” he asked quietly, putting his phone back into his pocket.

“No need, I’m taking her then meeting Wanda for coffee after she drops off Billy and Tommy.” You say, rushing into your room to change into something presentable. Since you were already off work, there was no need to dress business, so you picked out the first gym set you saw. Navy pants and jacket, along with a white top, that hugged your curves perfectly. You remembered James saying he loved how it made you look months ago. He also showed you how it made him feel. It had been a particularly good nailing. To the counter, then against the wall, the bed… You wondered if he still remembered, if you still turned him on.

He was staring at it like maybe he did, but you couldn’t be sure. You were never sure when it came to him these days. The silence was getting far too loud, him just standing against the door looking all gorgeous and delectable, looking at you. It made you feel like when you met him all over again. Not quite certain if he hated you or wanted to fuck your brains out. It always made you say the most awkward things, like the phrase that came out of your mouth before you could help yourself.

“You could tag along if you want” you offered a smile “Though I don’t know if Wanda would want to say certain girl things in front of you, so maybe we could get you a seat by the window, a few tables away from us. I could still get you a macchiato, though. Maybe even something with cinnamon, I don’t know if they still have it, but it would be quite festive, right? I might just get myself a tall glass of Christmas. Christmas in a cup. What rhymes with Christmas?”

You couldn’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth, you usually couldn’t when you were nervous. And you were. This was your best friend, your husband, but also a stranger you weren’t sure you recognized, someone you would soon only have one tie left with.

His eyes gleamed as he looked at you, looking almost in awe, an almost smile creeping in. That is, before he remembered his phone call.

“I wish I could, doll, I really do. But that was Stark on the phone”

“Right.” You nodded curtly, tongue against your front teeth, trying your hardest not to pick a fight over the same topic over and over again. Walking into the bathroom, you slammed the door and started to change.

There it was, the reason you were unhappy in the first place. Your husband was a workaholic. He had a problem, and he did not know how to set boundaries when it came to his boss. He was supposed to be home, with his family, and there he went back. Couldn’t even wait a whole day before giving up on giving his daughter a happy holiday.

“I’m sorry.” He said against the door.

“Yeah, you keep saying that.” You spat out, wiping a stray tear and zipping up your jacket.

“I mean it. You won’t even notice I’m gone. I’ll be back before you know it, before you’re home. I promise”

You opened the door, revealing your husband leaning against it with those same kicked puppy eyes. So unfair considering he was the one doing all the kicking. You should be the one with the adorable puppy eyes. Fucking unfair that you couldn’t stay mad at him when you looked at them. So, you didn’t, you looked anywhere but his eyes. You wanted to stay mad. You couldn’t back out, especially now that you knew he would never change.

“I really don’t care, James. Stay, go, never come back for all I care” You tied your hair in the best ponytail you could muster to keep you busy “You’re never here and we’re doing just fine without you anyways.”

You knew it hit a nerve and you were too scared to look at just how sad he was, so you grabbed your things and met Liv, who waited patiently on the couch. You truly hoped she hadn’t heard anything. You were, after all, doing this for her. With both your jackets, gloves, and scarves on, Liv waves goodbye to her father, who wished her a good day. When she just smiled and grabbed your hand to lead you out the door, you knew everything would be okay. Even if you weren’t.

You relied solely on muscle memory to drop her off since your head was miles away.

“Why was daddy home today?” she asked when you were nearing the school.

Pondering your choices, you glanced at Liv. Should you tell her or not? Would James keep up his end of the bargain or would you both be disappointed again? The last thing you wanted was for your daughter to be sad. He did promise, though…

“Your dad is going to be working a little less during the holidays.” You decided was good enough “He wants to spend more time with you.”

“Really?” she beamed “Oh, we could go ice skating, make gingerbread cookies, watch the grinch, and put up the tree. It’s going to be so much fun.”

You hoped so, you truly did.

“Why don’t you make a list of things you want to do with us before the holidays end and give it to me after school?”

She nodded profusely, grin never leaving her face, and you couldn’t help but smile along with her. Being a mother wasn’t always easy but seeing that you managed to make your child happy made it all worthwhile.

“Alright, time to go” you said, putting your car in neutral and handing Liv her lunch “Have fun, be nice, and learn a lot, okay?”

“Okay, mamma.” She blew you a kiss as she left and you drove off to meet with Wanda for your weekly coffee date.

Wanda was an unexpected friendship, one of those who came out of the blue. She had just moved into town with her husband and twins, but the other moms apparently thought she was ‘too weird’ and someone heard rumors she was a witch. You happened to think there was no such thing as too weird and that witched were quite cool. She turned out to be an incredibly sensitive soul and amazing friend. So, their loss.

The sweet aromas of ground coffee bean, vanilla, caramel, and pastries filled your nose as soon as you stepped into Sweet Tooth, the town’s renown bakery. Known for their amazing seasonal beverages, fluffy cakes, litany of focaccia flavors, and Peggy – the owner and best baker this town has seen. It also helped that the place was a cozy little slice of heaven. You could choose a seat by the window and watch the snow fall as the coffee went cold, or maybe you preferred a place on one of the burgundy couches, the mahogany counters were also nice when you were in a hurry. Either way, there was always a place for you, and Wanda had already found yours for the morning.

“Hi.” She waved you over with a smile, scrunching her nose in delight “It’s so good to see you.”

“You have no idea how good it is to see you.” You said, bringing her into a tight hug.

“What’s going on?” she asked, sitting down on the couch.

Should you tell her or was it too personal? Your mother always did say that a couples’ business was only their own. But she was miles away and your marriage was falling apart. You weren’t even sure if you could be considered a couple anymore. Everything was so confusing.

“It’s a long story.” You settled with.

“I’ve got nothing but time.” She smiled warmly, caressing your hand “Besides, the coffee will be here any minute and I ordered some cinnamon rolls to go with it as well as some Parma focaccia. We’re in for a Christmas brunch here.”

You nodded, gathering your thoughts, but nothing came out except for “James and I are getting divorced.”

“What?” She gasped “Oh, sweetie, what did he do? Did he cheat?”

“No.”

“Did he hurt you? Oh, I swear I’ll end him if he did.” She said, rage in her eyes.

“No, nothing like that.” You were sure he never could.

She turned her head to the side “Then, what?”

“Well, it sounds kind of silly now…” you admitted, sudden tears brewing in your eyes.

“(y/n), sweetie,” she held both your hands, scooting closer “nothing that makes you feel bad is ever silly.”

“I just…” you looked at the ceiling trying not to cry “I feel so alone, like there is only one person in this marriage. He’s never home, we barely even talk anymore, he hasn’t touched me in months, and I just feel like… Like maybe he fell out of love with me a long time ago but is too afraid or too stubborn to tell me and end this once and for all. To let us both be free, be happy. So I told him yesterday night that I wanted a divorce.”

“And what did he say?”

“He said that he’d sign the papers after the holidays were over. We’re giving Liv one last Christmas as a family before we have to share her between Christmas, New Years, Easter, birthdays and god knows what else.” Leaning forwards and resting your head between your hands, you wondered what you could have done differently “This is a mess I never wanted.”

“No one ever wants to be divorced,” she stroked your back “But it’s his loss. I know it’s a cliché to say it, but it’s true. You are a remarkable woman. You are smart, kind, incredibly beautiful, and, in the time I have known you, proved to be a beautiful soul with a heart of gold. If he can’t see that, if he doesn’t want you, then he truly is losing the most amazing woman he could have ever asked for. So, his loss.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you hugged her tightly. Wanda held you, hand running up and down your back in an attempt to warm up your soul.

“If there is ever anything I can do to help, you tell me, okay?”

You nodded against her hair, that shined copper in the daylight. “Thank you for being here, for helping me through this.”

“Of course,” she smiled and rubbed your shoulders “that’s what friends are for.”

Wanda walking into your life was a blessing you didn’t know what you did to deserve, but you would be forever grateful for her. Good or bad days, she was always here. Gossips sessions, crying sessions, trauma dumps, – and now divorces – there was no theme she could not cover, no day she couldn’t brighten with a nose scrunch and an open heart.

“I think that’s us” she said before the barista called out her name “Stay put. I’ll be right back, and we’ll start planning a girl’s trip for next year. God knows we both need a rest from men and cleaning up toys.”

Ain’t that the truth. You thought. A girl’s trip to somewhere with no men, the peace of mind that comes with not having to worry about your husband… maybe even a new vibrator. Something with lots of fancy functions that promises the best orgasm of your life. Yeah, you could get used to that. Maybe being single again wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

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jadedlavendergemini · 10 months ago

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“Babe! I’m here!” Eddie’s voice call from the front door.

You were currently in the kitchen trying to remove the cookies you were baking from the oven while at balancing your almost 12 month old daughter on your hip. “Kitchen, Eds!” You call out.

“Something smells sweet in here,” he makes his way into the kitchen, bending to face level with Olivia who grins back and then proceeds to smother her chubby face in kisses. “Oh and you made cookies! They smell good too.”

You roll your eyes at his lame joke. He doesn’t see as he raises his head back to yours and presses his lips to yours. You kiss him back and pull back.

“So where is it?”

“Sweetheart, you should really trust me more with the shopping.” He says, placing the shopping bag onto the counter.

You carry Olivia to her highchair and gently buckle her in. “Well, last time I sent you to the store for pie filling, I specifically told you Apple pie filling and you grabbed cherry.”

Eddie paused at your retelling, slowly raising his hands in defense. “All I heard was pie filling. I just assumed that it didn’t matter.”

“Of course it mattered! My dad is allergic to cherries, Eddie. You know that.”

“Okay well, most of the time I don’t fuck these things up. So are you ready to see it?”

You placed a few cheerios and sliced up fruit onto the highchair plate for your daughter and looked up at your husband who removed the small Halloween costume out from the bag and held it out the for you to see.

“Eddie what is that?” Your hands dropped to your hips when you realized what you were looking at. It certainly didn’t look like the one you had described to him before.

“It’s Liv’s costume! Just look babe! She’s gonna be the cutest, heavy metal rocker ever! I even got a little inflatable guitar!”

You really tried to hide the frustration that was clear in your features as you stared at your husband.

Taking a deep breath, you move forward a few steps towards him, who still looks excited about the costume and ignoring your look.

“Eddie,” you say, irritation clear in your voice. “That’s not the right costume. You were suppose to get her the bumble bee costume, remember?”

Eddie goes still as he tries to remember the conversation you two had from earlier this week. “Well, I thought- wait, I’m sorry why did she have to be a bumble bee exactly?”

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose with your eyes shut. “Because Nancy told me she’s dressing Becca as a lady bug and we thought it would be cute for Liv to be a bumble bee.”

Eddie scoffed. “It’s No big deal, okay? Maybe she can be a little bumble bee next year?”

“Eddie, she won’t be able to fit that costume by next year.” You argued, turning away from him and tried focus on your daughter who was happily eating her fruits and cheerios.

“Well I guess we could-.” Eddie replies, checking the small digital watch on his wrist. The store would be closing in about twenty minutes. Now he knew he would be in deep shit. “Alright let’s not panic, I have an idea.”

You look at Eddie with a questioning gaze, but before you can even get an answer out of him, he’s flown back out through the door of the trailer. Leaving you and your daughter in the kitchen.

You let out a sigh as you move to place a few more cheerios on the highchair plate. “He better come up with a brilliant idea.” Olivia just giggles in return.

A few hours pass as you and Eddie are walking hand in hand, with little Olivia tucked into your hip. The streets were filled with children running around from house to house with the challenge of collecting the most candy.

You were just thankful that she wouldn’t have to worry about all the sweets that would later cause cavities and unaffordable visits to the dentist at such a young age. You and Eddie agreed that she could have one piece, but not too much. And that would be her first Halloween treat.

You can feel your husband’s hand lightly squeezing yours as your small family continues to walk. But before you could move your head to face him, you hear his voice.

“Listen, sweetheart, you were right.” His voice low. “I should have double checked with you before buying that costume. I’m an idiot, I know.”

You just roll your eyes. “You’re not an idiot, Eds. But I really would like for you to just make a list of what you need whether it’s for the grocery store or a costume store. That way we don’t have these issues.”

The metal head just nods, understandably. “So, you’re not mad mad, right?”

You shook your head. “Not as mad as I should to be, it’s partially my fault. I could have gone out to grab the costume myself and had you watch Liv.”

The two of you were interrupted by a familiar voice. “Is that our little Miss Munson?!”

Olivia is now squealing with excitement, trying to escape your tight embrace. Slowly, you set her down on her feet and watch as she wobbles with full speed into the arms of Joyce.

Joyce and Jim decided to spend Halloween at home, handing out candy and looking forward to see their granddaughter (yes Jim and Joyce finally tied the knot!) pass by.

Joyce gathers the little “Munson Munchkin” (Jim’s nickname for his granddaughter) into her arms for a tight little embrace and pulls her gently back at arms length to inspect her costume. “What do we have here?”

“It looks like, um,” Jim was also having a hard time figuring it out. “She’s, uh, Y/N what is your daughter suppose to be?”

“Well as you can see,” Eddie chimed in. “She is a rockstar with-“

“Bumblebee wings.” You finished off. The looks they gave you weren’t what you were expecting but hey, it wasn’t negative.

“Oh,” Joyce still looks confused but still manages a smile. “So she’s a heavy metal rockstar and bumblebee hybrid?”

“Yep, that’s right.” You replied, trying not to meet you father’s confused look.

“Well she’s just the cutest!” Joyce smothers more kisses onto the toddler’s cheeks.

You look to Eddie who beams that familiar smile of triumph. That same smile that always makes you forget any argument or reminds you of just why you love him.

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I would like to thank @lovelythoughtfulcupcake for reminding me about this one shot I had saved in my drafts! Hope you all like dad!eddie!

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie x mom!reader

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controld3vil · 1 year ago

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atreides and bene gesserit

pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (platonic), austin butler x actor!reader

synopsis: requested by this ask!

⤷ alt: as clueless as you were about your sister's role, it brought you much surprise and joy to see her on the same carpet as you.

notes: reader uses fem pronouns as she's playing a role as a bene gesserit. reader is also described as wearing a sleeveless jumpsuit. and i really enjoyed lea seydoux's performance and hope to see more of it !! this is also COMPLETELY separate from the first two posts ive made since the readers r playing different characters yeah?

When Denise Villeneuve asked you about the role of Lady Margot Fenring, you were genuinely shocked about his decision. You appreciated his works but have never gotten close to any of his sets before. You have worked with directors who've admired Villeneuve for his imaginative mind. And now, you witnessed his creativity in person for the first time.

The role was small and not as significant as the other main leads. Regardless, your character was just as enigmatic and complex as any other in the Dune franchise. Even though your time was short, it was a fun experience to learn and observe from. You weren't able to meet the entire cast after production, but with the NYC premiere, you were able to link up again.

You heard your name being called out. "Hello! How are you?" The well-known comedian and presenter by the name of Amelia Dimonberg was now beside you. In her jet-black corset dress, her style is chic and elegant. She hands you a microphone with the film's title plastered on it. "You look beautiful!"

"Thank you!" you sweetly recuperate, diverting your shoulders to the sight, cutely. You give a little pose before complimenting her own outfit. "You as well!"

"Do you have a memorable day on set that sticks out to you?" Amelia questions, subtly leaning toward your direction. And now you noticed her detailed eye makeup which enhances her outfit altogether.

"Well- I've had, like, only a few days," You let out a quick sigh. Truly it was nothing to be embarrassed about but you could not help but feel shy about it.

"Mmhmm! So all of them?"

"Yeah, all of them!" With ease, your shyness turns into giddy laughter as all you remember from your times on set. Recalling those tiny moments brought a small smile to your face. "Every day counted for me and that was enough."

"Oh absolutely!" Amelia chides, nodding in agreement. She quickly then moves onto the next question, "How long do you think you could last in the actual desert?"

"Oo that's a tough question," Lifting your fingers to rest on your chin as you try to contemplate an answer. "Ideally no- I feel like I could never recover from the heat."

"Yes yes, the heat's very intense,"

"Yeah- no I don't think I'd ever leave my house for that-" You shake your head nonchalantly, acknowledging how most of your scenes already were indoors. You could imagine how you would do in the desert of Abu Dhabi. It makes you appreciate the cast and crew even more for their effort to make filming more comforting and tolerable.

"Where would be your dream location to hang out? I'm assuming your home then since you prefer to say inside?" The blonde interviewer quickly catches on, eyebrows raising intrigued by your response.

Instead, you hummed bashfully, "Actually I think an oasis would be nice." The camera catches onto Amelia's face, fully fixated on you. "Which fits perfectly if I were to live in the desert actually!"

"Mm yeah, smart choice!" She responds more cheerily. "You can maybe go for a swim, you know-"

"Right right," You give her an playful look, "And you don't have to go thirsty!"'

"Absolutely, the best of both worlds," Amelia chirps, doing the same expression. "So this film centers a lot around dreams. Do you have vivid dreams of yourself?"

"Yes! I've uh- I've had many dreams of myself. I mean, this one, for example-" You turn to the camera, waving with the most adorable smile on your face. "'I'm living my dream right now!"

"You're living your dream right now!"

In another section of the premiere, you were walking down the carpet for press interviews and photography. The set where the premiere was taking place was gorgeously made in the shades of black and orange, the perfect theme of the film. The entire venue was outdoors, allowing you to feel the cold air and be more at ease in the crowded space. There were more paparazzi than you had expected, and you suddenly became aware that you were alone. Without any friend or acquaintance to accompany by, you searched aimlessly for a familiar face.

Then there was a holler. And then multiple more came after, it made you confused really. Your head swerves to the sound of the person you so try to look for and immediately you're struck in awe.

"Anya?!" In an instant, you're seen running towards your sister in the far back of the premiere wall. People were reluctantly used to fast-paced relocations around the carpet. Therefore most did not mind your hasty stumbles through the crowd. It was almost comical how apparent your demeanor changed when you heard her, in fact, videos and pictures caught all of it.

"Hi!" She beams in her white dress robe. Her makeup was glowing, making her skin seem angelic, and sheer without impurities. Her outfit covers her like a nun, covering her head and body in almost transparent cloth. Yet it flows around her so elegantly, almost like she was an angel from the stars. She squeezes your figure firmly, only after releasing to gush about your appearance.

You adored a beige sleeveless jumpsuit. The color is complimented with tiny designs of sparkle. Its seams captured your figure perfectly, as you also wore a gold chain and bulky rings. From the lighting, it looks as though your outfit is shining. And to be completely honest, you prefer comfort over the judging looks of fashion critics. Therefore you wanted to wear something that you could still move comfortably in. Thus you were able to run over to your sister with ease.

Through the other lens and camera, they could pick up some of her words after. "You look so gorgeous! How are you here?!" Anya's expression changes into a perplexed one as she gets a hold of your shoulders, shaking them back and forth.

"I was invited obviously, "You said, mimicking her voice while holding onto her arms on yours. "You didn't tell me you were a part of Dune!" Viewers from afar could tell you were pushing an act, reacting as though you were petrified about how Anya managed to be here in the first place.

"I didn't know you were either!" She giggled, closing in on your right ear. Your sister whispers to you slowly, trying to withdraw from the camera and recordings. "Villeneuve had mentioned something but honestly I just thought it was a joke."

It was your turn to guff. Your mouth opens wide flabbergasted, looking sarcastically offended. "Why would you think he's joking?!"

Anya scoffs lightly, wanting to go further with the joke. "I don't know- I just didn't take his word seriously,"

"Why? Because you didn't think I'd make it into the film?" You accused, eyes widening with a hand over your heart. "You're so cruel."

"So cruel," She smirks up at you, then moves back to be by your side. You see her face forward the flashing cameras, as you do the same. "Come! Let's take some pictures!"

"Your outfit looks beautiful by the way!" Anya Taylor muses, eyeing down at the fine details on your jumpsuit. "It's very... you!"

You give her a nod, before flattening some of the creases, "I thought this color was so exquisite, so I thought it would be perfect for the premiere." You lift your head to look at your sister, before realizing behind her, the upcoming stars of the film were getting ready to take cast photos. "Oh Anya- I think you should go!"

Your sister turns and then gazes back at you with a soft smile. "You should come with me!"

The thunder of cameramen and journalist blurred your focus for a moment. "Are you sure-"

Again the sound of your name is hurdled but this time from someone you haven't seen in a long time. Jessica Ferguson, who too wears a black body suit with veils and bold makeup. She waves her hand almost too eagerly to have you come closer alongside your sister. "Come, join us!"

Videos were filmed of the people gesturing to the cast of Dune in a line. Little by little, the row of people is filled and organized to be in the center of the camera's focus. Some actors had to move spots, due to lack of space or better color semblance on the other side of the row. You stood next to Jessica and Florence Pugh was beside your right, as you tried to stand closer for the picture.

Anya Taylor was on the opposite side, with Austin Butler and beside him, Timothee Chalamet. A noticeable clip taken all over was when the French actor went to greet the English actress, warmly, clasping her hand with both hands as a proper salute as on-screen siblings.

You did not mind the lack of attention. You were happy for Anya for achieving a great role. One with a welcoming cast and crew. It was then your eyes scanned down the row, from Zendaya to Stellan Skarsgard. Then to Austin, whom you've been familiar with since day one. Only him to find your gaze seconds later. You give a little nod and smile before averting your direction to Anya who is already staring at you with gleaming eyes.

You were going back and forth with Jessica and Florence on your travels for a while. From plans reception to favorite desserts, all you three wanted to talk about was food. Paparazzi caught onto your banter quickly and snapped a few photos. You even went out of your way to do silly poses. Followed by Jessica and Florence, then did the same, sticking their tongues out in a rock star kind of fashion. You throw out piece signs, giving a dramatic frown as another flash happens.

Catch-ups were definitely refreshing and fun. Thus why you nearly jump when Austin appeared behind you.

"Oh my gosh, hey!" You stuttered, giving him a quick hug to calm your nerves. "You scared me!"

"Sorry sorry! I just wanted to surprise you!" He leans his head slightly, allowing better eye contact. You felt a few taps on your shoulder and noticed Jessica and Florence scurrying away, with their thumbs up, all goofy and excited.

Your eyes make it back to his. "I would've said hi back at the cast photo, but you were so far away," Shrugging you dismiss your failure as a mild missed opportunity.

But Austin shakes his head in an averted manner. "No- Don't worry about it." You could already sense interviewers and others with microphones closing on you two. You were out in the open, and it's bound to happen. "I wanted to- you know, say hi to you in a less chaotic place."

"I tried looking for you but there's just so many people," You give your costar an exhausted look. It was then a keen young man approached the pair of you. It was the People magazine, as you became aware of the logo alongside their camera and microphone.

"Hey, would you two mind a short interview for People's magazine?"

Truly, this was what premieres were about. The cast and crew meet with fans to show what they have worked so hard for. You brought you no better satisfaction than to praise everyone's efforts. The interviewer then proceeded to have a quick introduction of you and Austin beside you. You both had separate microphones in each hand. Once the video started rolling, you peered at the camera and gave the audience a grin.

"So how are you guys doing? Met all of your lovely cast members yet?"

"Oh absolutely," You emphasized every syllable, nodding. Austin only glances at you in amusement. "It's crazy how many people are here I was so overwhelmed!"

"Yeah, it was pretty crowded," The male actor adds, lowering his microphone slightly.

"Hopefully it will die down!" The interviewer beams. "So what was it like getting to know each other in this film? How was the first day on set like?"

"Oh, well it went very smoothly," You start, staring up at Austin in approval. "Even though my time was short on set, I feel like we had a pretty good rhythm starting out."

"I was about to say! The scenes with Feyd and Lady Margot were really something!"

"Why thank you, we appreciate it," Austin nervously laughs, scratching his ear.

The interviewer takes the lead to discuss your preparation for the role and how it was working with Villeneuve. As new characters, you and Austin both talked about your views on both of your characters. Both are very different yet mysterious to the viewers. Additionally, you two were introduced in a similar scene of the pit fight. The People's Magazine interviewer was compelled to compliment Austin on his opening scene. You knew he had practiced the choreographed fights vigorously. And of which you were lucky to witness on the days that you were present.

"It was completely freeing and different than what I was used to doing," Austin probes, leaning toward your direction. "Were you there for the pit fight?"

"I think I was," You turn, similarly. "I remember watching from afar and thinking wow." Immediately you could sense him eagerly looking down at you with a sly smile. "He was- Austin did amazing with the fight choreography, I was impressed!"

"Was this the first time seeing him in full costume too?"

"Oh yes!" You bonked your hand on your forehead, "He was and I just- couldn't believe it was him!"

Suddenly Austin jumps in, "She was startled when I first came up to her in full costume."

"You came out of nowhere, by the way!" You rebutted, giving him a side glance.

"I didn't mean to," As he tries to reassure his actions, "I wanted to give a good first impression!" It was humorous how playful you two were together despite having dissimilar filming schedules. Though most of your scenes involved Butler, your friendship only became more apparent weeks after working together. It was off and on for months at a time due to being busy in other countries simultaneously.

Eventually, you were able to link up again weeks before the premiere. After waiting a long time to meet up, you almost felt relieved that you hadn't seen your costar in a while.

"And Austin, how was filming with her?! From a character's standpoint, what kind of dynamic do you see playing out?" The People's Magazine interviewer perks up, having the camera transition from his face to Austin's.

"Well I'd say, she's great. You know I've got to meet a lot of amazing people in this film. And," He says your name sincerely, "She's- she's one of those people. I can't say much for Lady Margot and Feyd's relationship- you know there's a lot of that's still not uncovered. We don't really know what's happening but kind of have an idea of something. And to have such a great actress like her, it makes everything feel authentic and- feel the tension." It felt as if you were in a daze, eyes completely focused on his words with such admiration and grace. Before you knew it, you were smiling as if you had won the best possible prize in the world. His compliments to you meant more than you had anticipated really.

Unbeknownst to you, the cameraman had caught your lovestruck expression before directing attention back to the interviewer. "And how about you, Miss Margot?"

"I'd say it's the same," Now looking at the interviewer, only momentarily back at your costar. "Austin's- he's great at all the stunts and acting like a scary dude. Every scene with him was fun to do. Like he's all serious in character but once they yell cut! he's so nice and funny!" Your bubbly laugh breaks as you can feel your face growing hot.

"Well I appreciate you liking my humor," Austin pokes fun at you, fanning a little air towards you.

You mutter a soft thank you! before continuing, "And he's dedicated you know? I remember one scene, a little spoiler, where Feyd is about to be tested by Lady Margot, and I just couldn't do it! I couldn't keep a straight face!"

"Really?!"

"She just kept breaking, I don't know why," The actor shrugs, his attention closely drawn to you. "We had a few takes on a few days."

"We did! We did!" You gave a big frown, "You just have a really distracting face."

"Do I?" Austin asks, between the lines of teasing and coolly.

By the time, other premieres had occurred, people were still focused on your interactions with Austin Butler. Your chemistry on and off screen on the carpet was hilarious. And with how polarizing your characters were, it made many clips of your shared encounters gain attention.

A few short videos were recorded after the People Magazine interview of you and Austin, bashfully talking behind the stage. The two of you went back and forth whispering in each other's ears about what was unknown to the viewer. Through a bird's eye view, the video also catches you hugging your arms before zooming in on Austin's placing an arm around your figure.

Another clip that had been reposted many times was when you both took duo pictures together. As you comfortably shift your weight on one leg, as you turn to have your side face the flashing paparazzi. Whilst the Elvis actor stands beside you at a pleasant distance, doing the same pose to the other side. There was one instance where you lifted your head to make eye contact with your eyes instantly brightening. As Austin's smile widened, only to blow air in your face.

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cosmicflw3rr · 2 months ago

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May I put in a request that's kind of like how everyone mentions Dom and his wife whenever there as Livdom promo, but instead its like Livs wife having to see her wife going through the same thing with maybe a little of reassurance and just soft gayness? If not no worries, have a great day

no one else.

liv morgan x fem! reader

summary: you trust liv. you always have. but the fan obsession with her and dominik starts to wear on you—until a quiet night in your shared hotel reminds you where her heart really is.

A/N: i’m not part of the lgbtq+ community myself, so if anything here feels off, please know it wasn’t intentional. i don’t mind writing wlw stories — i actually really enjoy exploring those dynamics and emotions — but i still want to be respectful and get it right. thank you so much for reading and supporting. it really means a lot.

you’d always been proud of liv.

from the moment she got cleared again, the moment she walked through gorilla at the royal rumble with that smirk on her face, from the moment she started her revenge tour, you’d cheered for her louder than anyone. you always had, it was her time.

but no one warned you how weird it would feel watching her pretend to be in love with someone else—even if it was scripted. even if you trusted her with your whole heart.

watching her on screen, week after week, rubbing noises with dominik mysterio, trading glances and saying things that made the crowd roar. it was good TV. hell, it was great tv.

the chemistry was there—undeniable, magnetic, the kind of thing people couldn’t stop talking about. liv and dom. dom and liv. your phone lit up with it constantly. instagram edits, twitter threads, fans dissecting every interview, every line, every little look like it meant more than it did.

and each week when dom and liv were on tv, you’d constantly see the comments.

‘their wives are strong💔’

‘yo they look in love fr’

‘yea I don’t think it’s a act no more, she feeling dominik.’

some of them made you laugh. some you even saved because the edits were that good. you weren’t blind—you saw what the fans saw. liv and dom were magic together.

but no one ever seemed to remember that liv had a wife watching from the sidelines. one who knew how much liv poured into this story, how hard she fought to make people talk again.

and god, did they talk.

they talked about her eyes, the way she smiled when dom said something slick. they slowed down footage like it was evidence, screenshotted moments that were half-second beats between lines, and gave them meaning that didn’t exist.

but the worst part wasn’t the shipping. it wasn’t the edits or the fan cams or the threads that went viral for the wrong reasons. it was the way they made you start questioning things you already knew the answers to.

like whether that look in liv’s eyes was just performance.

like whether she smiled like that when you weren’t around.

like whether she’d still be yours if the story ever did blur the lines too much.

you didn’t want to feel that way. you hated feeling that way. because liv wasn’t just your wife—she was your best friend.

your person. and she’d never given you a reason not to trust her.

but you were human. and humans get insecure.

so you bottled it up. bit your tongue every time someone tagged you in another “liv and dom are endgame” video. smiled through the backstage convos. reminded yourself this was her job. her career.

but that didn’t make it easier.

especially not tonight.

you stood in gorilla, arms folded tight across your chest, watching the monitor as liv and dom walked toward the ring. she looked so confident. electric. he whispered something to her on the ramp, and she laughed—bright and wild and effortless.

it should’ve made you proud.

instead, it twisted a little in your stomach.

until a voice cut through the buzz in your ears, low and kind.

“hey,” she said, nudging your elbow. “you okay?”

you blinked, torn from your thoughts, and looked over at her. marie stood casually, arms crossed like yours, watching the same monitor—but not with the same tension in her jaw. she was calm. you weren’t sure how.

you nodded, maybe a little too quickly. “yeah. just tired.”

marie gave you a look like she didn’t believe you for a second. she’d been through this too—hell, she was still going through it. even after all the chaos between rhea and dom had fizzled out, the internet never really let it go. some part of her had to know what it felt like.

“how do you do it?” you asked suddenly, voice quieter than you meant it to be.

marie turned toward you. “do what?”

you swallowed. “handle it. the comments. the edits. watching dom out there with liv, acting the way they act every week while the world pretends you don’t exist.”

marie’s expression softened. she tilted her head, considering her words before she spoke.

“you remind yourself that you know the truth,” she said.

marie’s eyes flicking back to the monitor for a beat. “y/n, you have to remind yourself that you know the truth,” she said again, firmer this time. “you know who comes home to you. you know who’s there when the cameras cut. i’ve been with dom for twelve years. I know him better than anyone else in the world.”

your heart swelled a little at that. not out of envy—just… something tender. something that understood what it meant to love someone that long and hold space for all the versions of them the world got to see.

you smiled softly. “twelve years?”

marie nodded, almost bashful. “since we were fourteen. i’ve seen every phase of him—before he even wanted to get into wrestling, before the tattoos, before the boos, when he was tagging with rey, the judgment day. this? liv and him? It’s just a story. one with a shelf life.”

you nodded, chewing the inside of your cheek, arms folded tighter now. her words helped. they did. but your eyes still found the monitor again, and there she was—liv, lit up under the lights, locking eyes with dom as they stood in the center of the ring.

she looked perfect.

but there was that gnawing feeling again. that pit in your stomach. It had nothing to do with dom himself. he was a great guy, and you liked him. he was nice to you, kind, respectful.

but it wasn’t about him. It was about the fans. the way they were constantly drawing lines and creating stories that weren’t there. the way they couldn’t respect that liv, had someone who loved her off-screen.

marie shifted slightly, glancing back at the monitor before looking at you again, this time with a softer expression. “how long have you and liv been together?” she asked quietly, as if she could sense the weight of your thoughts.

you paused for a moment, processing the question. “since 2017,” you said, the words coming out slower than you expected. “we got married in 2020.”

you smiled softly at the memory, remembering how it felt to marry her.

the moment you walked down the aisle was still so vivid in your mind. liv, standing there, waiting for you, her bright smile lighting up the venue.

you’d never seen her more beautiful. tears welled in her eyes, but she was smiling through them, her hands trembling just slightly as she reached out to you.

the world had quieted around you two, and in that moment, nothing else existed but the two of you—just as it had always been, just as it would always be.

you knew then that no matter how loud the world got, she was yours. and you were hers.

“you’re her person,” marie said softly, pulling you back to the present. “and no one can change that. not the fans, not the storylines. you are the one she comes home to.”

you nodded, trying to shake the lingering weight in your chest. marie’s words were grounding, and it helped to hear someone who’d been in the trenches too, but the jealousy still gnawed.

it didn’t make sense—it wasn’t about liv. it wasn’t even about dom. it was about the world that seemed to erase you from the narrative.

“you’re right,” you said, taking a deep breath. “i know she’s my wife. and i know she loves me. i just… i don’t know. sometimes i get stuck on all the noise.”

marie smiled softly, her eyes understanding. “we all do. it’s hard to drown out the noise when it’s everywhere. but you know what? you and i, we got lucky.”

“lucky?” you raised an eyebrow, glancing at her with confusion.

“yeah,” she nodded. “we married two amazing people. people who would fight for us, who would always come back to us no matter what the world says. not everyone gets that.”

you smiled at the way she said it, knowing she was right. she had her own struggles, her own moments of doubt—but she had dom, and you had liv. and at the end of the day, that was all that mattered.

before you could answer, the curtain rustled—and just like that, liv and dom walked through gorilla, breathless and still buzzing from the crowd. liv’s eyes found yours instantly.

and god—that smile.

her whole face lit up like she’d been waiting to see you all night. her pace didn’t slow as she made a beeline toward you, pulling her hair tie loose as she walked.

“hey, baby,” she said, voice excited, and without hesitation, she slipped her arm around your waist.

liv tucked herself against you like it was second nature, her arm slung casually around your waist, but the way her fingers grazed your back was soft. intentional.

“you saw it?” she asked, glancing up at you with that glimmer in her eye. she pulled back putting her hands on her hips.

you nodded, a bright smile tugging at your lips. “yeah. you were amazing.”

dom leaned in and gave marie a quick kiss, his hand resting gently on her waist, soft and familiar.

after a moment he pulled away from marie stepping forward with a friendly grin. “hey,” he said, pulling you into a quick, polite hug. “how you been?”

“good,” you smiled, giving him a light pat on the back before stepping away. “you guys killed it out there.”

dom grinned. “thanks. liv’s been on another level lately. makes my job easy.”

you nodded again, holding onto your smile, even though your eyes flicked to liv for just a second

liv leaned into your side a little more, fingers brushing softly against your lower back, like she could feel everything you weren’t saying.

“hi, marie,” she said warmly, offering her a quick hug too. “you look cute tonight.”

marie smiled. “thanks. you guys lit it up out there.”

liv grinned. “crowd was wild.”

dom turned toward marie, gently tugging at her hand. “you wanna hit catering before it gets raided again?”

marie chuckled, nodding. “yeah, i’m starving.”

“alright, we’re gonna hit catering before they run out of anything good,” he said, already tugging her gently toward the hallway. “text me if any of you want anything.”

“we’re good,” liv called after them, still tucked against you. “get your little fruit cups.”

dom flipped her off over his shoulder without turning around, “good seeing you, y/n!”

“you too, dom!” you said back.

they headed off together, voices fading down the hallway as the buzz of backstage moved on around you.

you and liv stayed right there, still close, but not in a way that felt heavy or uncomfortable.

you glanced down at her. “you not hungry?”

she shrugged, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “not really. i kind of just wanna hang with you.”

“alright, i’m all yours,” you said with a soft smile, giving in to the warmth of her presence.

she kissed the corner of your mouth. “wanna go lurk around like gremlins until the show’s over?”

you snorted. “always.”

liv grinned at your answer and tugged your hand, leading you away from gorilla.

you wandered the halls together like you had a million times before—past production crates, stacks of folding chairs, crew members brushing past with clipboards and headsets. it was familiar. easy.

“we’re like roaches,” liv said, grinning as she pulled you down a quieter hallway, where the noise from gorilla faded into a dull hum behind you.

you laughed under your breath. “speak for yourself. i’m more like… a very cute, very charming gremlin.”

liv let out a full laugh at that, bumping her shoulder into yours. “yeah, you are. you’re my favorite gremlin.”

you squeezed her hand, feeling a little lighter with her next to you. she was still in her gear—those leather shorts, in a cropped ‘livin dirty’ merch shirt—and even under the fluorescent hallway lights, she looked like a star.

“you killed it tonight,” you said, glancing over at her. “that promo was insane.”

she gave you a small, bashful smile, like it still meant something when it came from you. “thanks, baby. i felt good out there.”

“you looked good out there too,” you teased lightly.

liv shot you a wink. “you tryna hype me up or you tryna take me back to the hotel already?”

you laughed, bumping her hip with yours. “maybe a little of both.”

liv grinned, squeezing your hand again as you wandered deeper into the maze of the backstage area. there wasn’t really a destination—you were just moving, together, talking about everything and nothing.

“you see priest almost bust his ass coming down the ramp?” liv said suddenly, making you snort.

“no, are you serious?”

“swear to god,” she giggled. “there’s a clip already. someone slowed it down and put music over it.”

you laughed harder, imagining it way too clearly. “i need you to send me that immediately.”

“already did,” she said proudly. “i gotchu.”

you shook your head, smiling despite yourself. you passed by a production crate and liv jumped up to sit on it, swinging her legs like a little kid. you leaned against it beside her, arms brushing.

for a second it felt normal. easy.

but liv was watching you closely now, her smile faltering just a little when you weren’t looking.

you kicked lightly at the crate with the toe of your boot, pretending not to notice, but you could feel her eyes on you. she always could read you better than you could read yourself.

“sooo,” she said after a minute, swinging her legs a little. “what’s the plan after we bust outta here? you wanna get room service? or go out to eat?”

you smiled, looking up at her. “honestly, room service sounds fine. I’m exhausted.”

liv lit up at that, bumping your shoulder again. “you know I saw last night on the menu, they had milkshakes. we can split one like the sickly cute couple we are.”

you laughed. “you just want an excuse to steal most of it.”

“uh, yeah?” she grinned, like it was obvious.

you stayed like that for a second, her legs kicking lightly, you leaning against the crate beside her, the hallway around you mostly empty now. it was quiet, except for the distant rumble of the show still going on.

liv nudged you again, softer this time. “you good?”

you hesitated, chewing your lip for half a second before you answered.

you shook your head lightly, trying to shake off the weight that had settled in your chest, but the knot was still there. “it’s nothing. really, it’s just… i’ll tell you later, okay?” you said, offering her a smile, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

liv tilted her head, her brow furrowing as she studied you. “babe, don’t give me that. something’s been off all night.”

you sighed, rubbing the back of your neck. “it’s just… i don’t know. i don’t want to drag you into it right now. can we talk when we get back to the hotel?”

there was a beat of silence, liv’s eyes softening. she could tell you were trying to protect her from whatever was on your mind, but she hated when you kept things from her. she wasn’t some stranger in this—you were a team.

liv reached out, gently cupping your cheek, her thumb brushing over your skin in a comforting motion. “you don’t have to protect me from your shit, babe. we’re a team, remember? so, whatever it is, we’ll figure it out together.”

you swallowed, her words sinking in like a lifeline. the knot in your chest loosened just slightly, but the weight was still there. “i know,” you whispered, looking into her eyes. “it’s just… it feels bigger than it probably is. i don’t want to make it worse.”

her gaze never wavered. “you won’t. not if you let me in. so, whatever it is, we talk about it now, or when we get back to the hotel, but we talk. okay?”

you sighed, a mix of relief and frustration bubbling inside you. “okay,” you said, finally letting go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding. “when we get back.”

you leaned in, your lips meeting liv’s in a soft, lingering kiss. it wasn’t rushed, just a quiet moment between the two of you, grounding you.

when you pulled back, her gaze was still steady on you, and for the first time tonight, you felt like you could breathe a little easier.

before either of you could say anything else, liv’s phone buzzed in her pocket. she pulled away with a sigh, glancing down at the screen. her expression softened as she read the message, and she shot you a look, raising an eyebrow.

“raquel’s asking if we want to hang out in catering,” she said, her voice warm but still laced with concern. “she’s with carlito, dom, and marie.”

you shrugged lightly, the tension still weighing you down but knowing you could use the distraction. “yeah, sure. it’ll be good to get our minds off things.”

liv smiled, the familiar glint of mischief returning to her eyes. “good idea,” she said, slipping her phone back into her pocket before she took your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours. “but don’t think i’m forgetting about our conversation.”

“wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied with a small smirk.

as you both made your way out, the hallways quieter now that most of the action had died down, you felt liv nudge you from behind.

without even thinking, you slowed your pace, and before you knew it, she was hopping onto your back, her arms loosely wrapped around your shoulders.

“i feel like being carried,” she teased softly, her breath warm against your neck.

you chuckled, settling her comfortably, your hands easily finding the familiar spot around her legs to keep her steady. “i’m not your personal chauffeur, you know,” you teased back, though the truth was, you didn’t mind one bit.

“oh, come on,” she said, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. “you love it.”

you could feel the smile on her lips against your skin, her arms around you, the sound of her laughter in your ear—helped chase whatever you were feeling away.

“yeah, yeah,” you muttered, but your tone was softer now, more relaxed. “don’t get used to it, though.”

“i’ll try,” she said, but the playful smile in her voice told you she wasn’t planning on listening.

as you both entered catering, the familiar buzz of laughter and chatter filled the air. marie’s gaze met yours from across the room, and the moment she saw you, her eyes softened.

there was something about the way she looked at you—concern, but also understanding. she gave you a comforting smile, her eyes silently asking if you were alright.

you gave her a small nod, trying to brush off the weight of the evening, but you could feel the knot still tight in your chest. marie, as always, seemed to know when something was off.

liv, never missing a beat, slid off your back and stepped toward the table, pulling your chair out for you with a playful grin.

“after you, my lady,” she teased, her voice warm and teasing, completely unaware of the quiet exchange between you and marie.

you shot marie a wink, a silent thanks for understanding, before you took a seat. marie raised an eyebrow, but her smile stayed, giving you a little nod as she took her place nearby.

you’re curled up cross-legged on the bed, fresh from the shower, hair still damp at the ends. liv’s “LIV’S FINALLY ON TOP” hoodie swallows you whole, soft and oversized, sleeves slipping past your hands as you flick through channels with the remote.

the glow of the tv paints soft blues across the dark room. there’s a quiet hum in the air — not silence, but the kind that feels calm. expectant.

the bathroom door clicks open, and steam billows out before she steps through it. liv’s hair is wet and messy, her towel looped lazily around her shoulders as she rubs at her curls.

she’s in a cropped white tank and tiny black shorts, glasses perched low on her nose — and she freezes for a second when she spots you in her merch.

she grins.

“ugh,” she says, dragging the towel through her hair again as she walks over. “have i told you how hot it is when you wear my stuff?”

you look over your shoulder at her and smirk. “maybe once or twice. but i don’t mind hearing it again.”

she tosses the towel at the end of the bed and climbs up beside you, legs brushing yours.

she tosses the towel at the end of the bed and climbs up beside you, her leg brushing yours. her knee bumps gently into yours

you reach for the remote and click the tv off. the silence that follows isn’t heavy — but it’s real.

liv glances at you, and you don’t even have to say it. she already knows.

you reach for the remote and click the tv off. the silence that follows isn’t heavy — but it’s real.

liv glances at you, and you don’t even have to say it. she already knows.

“so,” she says, voice gentler now. “you said you wanted to talk?”

you hesitate. swallow. the words feel clumsy in your mouth, too sharp for the softness of this moment.

but she’s looking at you with those big, earnest eyes — the ones that make it impossible to lie.

“yeah,” you say quietly. “it’s just…”

you trail off. liv doesn’t rush you.

after a beat, she shifts, twisting her body to face you fully. she crosses her legs in front of you, knee to knee, and rests her hands lightly on her thighs. her eyes never leave yours.

you take a breath. try again.

“sometimes it’s hard. watching all the stuff. the edits. the comments. people acting like you and dom are…” the words stick in your throat, bitter and stupid, but you force them out. “like you’re something you’re not.”

liv’s expression softens. she doesn’t scoff or make a joke. she just listens.

you swallow again. your fingers twist in the hem of the hoodie.

“and it’s not all fans. i’ve seen some stuff that makes me laugh, honestly. the occasional edit that’s actually kind of good. the tweets, the cute captions, the way some people just… get it. i don’t hate it. not all of it.”

liv’s brows lift slightly, but she doesn’t interrupt.

“it’s just…” your voice lowers, quieter now. “some of them overstep. say things like they know you. or us. or dom. like they’ve decided what this is and who we are without knowing a damn thing. and i know it comes with the job, with who you are. i do. but sometimes it just—it gets to me.”

liv’s hand finds yours in the space between you. grounding.

“i trust you,” you say, eyes flicking back to hers. “i trust you with everything. and i trust dom, too. he’s never made me feel like there was a line he’d cross, never said anything that made me question us. he’s been respectful. always.”

liv’s thumb brushes against your knuckles.

“i know,” she says softly.

“i like him,” you admit. “i really do. he’s good to you. and i get why the fans ship it. i do. i just don’t want it to drown out… this. us. what’s real.”

liv squeezes your hand, gentle but firm, and then lets go only to shift closer.

her knees slide around you, legs folding on either side of your lap as she straddles you, slow and sure — like she’s saying i’m here. right here.

her hands lift to your cheeks, cool fingers against the heat of your skin, and she tilts your face so you have no choice but to look at her.

“hey,” she says softly. “look at me.”

you do — reluctantly at first, but you do.

“there is no one else,” she says, slow and steady like it’s the only thing that matters. “no one i think about when i wake up. no one i miss when i’m on the road. no one who gets under my skin or knows how to calm me down or makes me laugh when i don’t even want to smile.”

her thumb brushes beneath your eye, like she’s memorizing every inch of your face. her expression is so open it makes your throat tighten.

liv leans in a little closer, forehead nearly touching yours, voice barely more than a whisper now.

“you’re it for me,” she says. “no one else even comes close.”

you exhale like you’ve been holding your breath for days. her words hit somewhere deep, quieting that restless ache in your chest.

your hands lift to her waist, holding her gently, thumbs brushing the soft skin just beneath the hem of her tank. her presence is warm, steady, real. and in that moment, all the noise — the edits, the comments, the opinions of people who will never know either of you — it all fades.

“you’re it for me too,” you say, voice a little shaky, but honest. “always have been.”

liv smiles, small but so full of feeling, it nearly undoes you. she leans in and presses her lips to your forehead.

then her hands slide down to cup your jaw, thumbs stroking your skin as she looks at you, gaze soft and a little misty behind her glasses.

“i hate that you even have to question it,” she says. “you’ve never been second to anything. not the fans, not the storylines, not dom. you’re mine. and i’m yours. and nothing about a fake pairing on tv changes that.”

you nod, throat too tight to speak.

“thank you,” you murmur. “for not brushing it off. for not making me feel stupid.”

liv snorts, shaking her head. “you? stupid? please. you could wear a paper bag and still be the hottest person in this room.”

you laugh, a watery sound that slips out before you can help it. liv’s thumbs wipe the tears you didn’t realize had gathered, and then she’s kissing the corners of your eyes, soft and slow, like she’s trying to make the ache disappear with her lips.

liv presses one last kiss to your cheek before pulling back just enough to really look at you, eyes soft and sure. “you’re allowed to feel things, y’know,” she murmurs. “and you never have to apologize for that. not with me.”

you nod again, the weight in your chest loosening with every second she holds you.

she shifts a little in your lap, arms draped around your shoulders now, and her forehead brushes against yours once more.

“now,” she says, voice lighter, teasing creeping back in. “are we gonna sit here getting all misty-eyed, or are you gonna let me force you to watch the greatest cinematic masterpiece of all time?”

you blink, already bracing. “…you don’t mean—”

“chucky time, baby,” she grins, pure menace and mischief, pulling away to grab the remote with a gleam in her eye.

you groan, leaning your head back against the headboard as liv gleefully queues it up. “you’re actually insane,” you mumble, but your arms don’t loosen around her waist. if anything, you pull her closer.

“i prefer cultured,” she says smugly, settling back against you with the remote in hand like it’s a throne and you’re her favorite seat.

“you’ve made me watch this five times already,” you point out, burying your face in her shoulder.

“and we’ll watch it five more. because it’s art. cinema. because charles lee ray is misunderstood.”

you lift your head just enough to give her a flat look. “he’s literally a serial killer trapped in a doll.”

liv shrugs, utterly unbothered. “details.”

she presses play before you can argue, and the eerie, overly dramatic opening score starts up — again — filling the room with cheesy horror magic.

liv wiggles excitedly in your lap like she hasn’t seen it a thousand times, her glasses slipping a little down her nose as she leans forward.

you sigh, defeated, but there’s a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth as you settle your chin on her shoulder.

because honestly? if this is how forever looks — wrapped in her hoodie, wrapped in her arms, watching some cursed little ginger doll wreak havoc while liv quotes every line — you’ll take it.

even if you still think chucky’s a little freak.

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lostmymind-0 · 1 year ago

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Sugary sweet | LN4 x Piastri!Reader

Words: 2420

Warnings: diabetes, passing out, hospital

Note: I am not diabetic myself but one of my close family members is, so I wrote this off of how it is for them. I do know that it can be different for everyone and please tell me if I got something completely wrong 🙏

Part 2

Lando theoretically knew that it was wrong to have a crush on his teammates sister. He knew that he should not hope for her to be at every race. He knew that it could destroy the friendship he had build with the young Aussi. But Lando could not help but admire Olivia Piastri, the twin sister of his teammate Oscar Piastri. The young girl was an engineering student and did an internship at McLaren, following their engineers and learning directly from them. The first time Lando met the young girl was at testing in Bahrain, where he also found out that she was Oscar’s sister. Both Piastri twins were rather quiet and introverted but Oscar was the more extroverted one even if not by much. Olivia only seemed to really talk when it was about the car and the engineering side of it. She barely chatted with others but instead watched what was happening around her. He mostly sees her when she is shadowing Andrew Jarvis or Will Joseph at race weekends. He tried to make conversation with her but always got interrupted by eighter an engineer, his coach or Oscar.

The Miami GP was the first time Lando got the chance to really talk to the young girl. It was a shitty race for both drivers and the mood in the garage was not too good. Everyone tried to figure out a way to improve the car for the next race in about twenty days. “How is the team treading you?”, Lando asked Olivia as he joined her to take a look at the data. Confused did the girl turn her head to the brit, looking at him with wide eyes. “Are you talking to me?”, she asked, her voice quiet. “Yeah, there is no one else here. So how is everyone treading you?”, Lando joked and repeated his question while leaning against the counter. “Good…everyone is nice to me.”, the girl admitted with flustered cheeks. “Good to hear that. What do you say to the data?”, “The wear on the tire is a bit much and the aerodynamics are also not too good.”, she said quietly. Looking at the data and recalling the race Lando agreed completely with her. They talked a little more about the car and data before Lando lead the conversation a little bit more to personal stuff. To her own surprise did Olivia felt pretty comfortable talking to Lando. Sure she also felt pretty flustered every time he looked at her but she just hoped he would not notice that. “Liv! Where are you?”, Oscar’s voice interrupted the two as he walked up to them. “I am here, Osc.”, the girl told her brother who looked his teammate up and down, trying to see what he was planning. “We are supposed to eat together, remember?”, he told his sister who nodded. Saying goodbye to the brit the twins left.

“How is your sugar? You seem a bit sweaty.”, Oscar asked his sister as soon as they were out of hearing from Lando. “I am fine. A bit high but I am going to correct once we are in the car.”, Olivia told her brother after scanning the small sensor that was hidden by her papaya shirt, with her phone. “How high?”, “232 mg/dL. But like I said I am going to correct it as soon as we are in the car.”, she told her brother but he was not satisfied. “That is pretty high. Why did you not correct it earlier?”, “Osc, my pump broke and I have to correct manually so I had not the time to do so. I am fine, stop worrying.”, the girl told her older brother by twenty minutes. Grumbling something Oscar accepted the answer and lead his sister out of the paddock. He had tried to get her to tell the team about her diabetes but the girl refused. She hated it when people asked her questions about it or treated her different. She also did not want to appear weak, as it was hard enough for a girl in this industry. Being disabled would not help to be taken as serious as a man, so she kept it to herself. It worked out well for now. No one knew, aside form Oscar of course.

As the race in Imola was cancelled due to flooding did McLaren call every one into the factory to try and solve the problems from Miami. The engineers worked their asses off to try and find solutions. Olivia was there the entire time, helping the engineers and learning from their work. They worked for hours on end when Olivia forgot to check up on her sugar levels. She already knew she was low. The fogginess in her brain and the feeling of being dizzy told her that she was in fact very low. But she could not go right now. They were going over the data with Lando and Zack right now. She tried to listen to what everyone was saying when her vision got cloudy. Right as she wanted to say something to Lando did her speech give up. “Lan…”, was all she got out before passing out. Panicked the brit caught her before she could hit her head on the floor. “What the fuck?”, Zack asked and ordered someone to get Oscar as well as calling an ambulance. Laying her down Lando kept her head in his lap, trying to wake her up. “Did she say anything about being not well?”, Zack asked the engineers she had been following. “No, everything was fine. She seemed tired but we all are so we thought nothing about it. Plus you know how quiet she is.”, one told Zack who nodded. Not long after did a panicked Oscar ran into the room. “What happened?”, he asked and kneeled down next to his sister and Lando. “She just passed out.”, Lando told his teammate, nodding Oscar asked, “Where is her phone?”. Looking around Zack found it on the table behind them. Handing it to Oscar, everyone watched the Aussi as he unlocked it and held it against her arm. A beep appeared before Oscar cursed. “What is going on, Oscar?”, Lando asked, worried about the girl he was holding onto his lap. “My sister is diabetic. Her blood sugar dropped very low, that’s why she is passed out.”, Oscar explained and Lando as well as everyone else was quite shocked to learn this. “Why has she not said a word about it?”, Zack asked the Aussi right as the paramedics walked in. “She wants to be taken seriously and worried that she would not be seen as serious if anyone knew about this.”, he explained and then explained to the paramedics what was going on. They gave her an emergency glucose shot and checked her sugars while waiting for the glucose to work. After about fifteen long minutes did Olivia regain her consciousness. “It is okay. Everything is fine.”, Oscar told his sister as she was still disorientated and unable to form words. Together with Oscar did the paramedics took her to the nearest hospital to monitor her and make sure she does not drop this low again. Lando followed them close behind as he could not stop worrying about the girl. “You like her.”, Zack noticed as his young driver was about to get into his car. “Who?”, “Olivia, you like her.”, Zack repeated. Looking at his boss the brit was unsure what to say. “Go and see her. OH, and Lando, tell her.”, Zack laughed before returning into the factory.

Oscar was not surprised to see Lando walking into his sister’s hospital room. She was asleep and stable right now. Her sugar level slowly getting higher. “How is she doing?”, Lando carefully asked. “She is doing fine. Her sugar is getting higher. Come sit down, she should wake up in a bit.”, Oscar said and patted the chair next to his. “I still don’t understand how this happened.”, Lando admitted, blaming himself for not noticing anything. “She most likely forgot to eat anything while working as well as checking her levels. So she slowly got lower and lower.”, Oscar explained, knowing how focused his sister could get. The two were living together as they went together to boarding school and then also moved together after. “And how did she not notice anything earlier or someone else?”, “She can get very low and still function some times, so it is very hard to tell from the outside. Especially if you don’t know. She most likely knew that she was low but thought she could make it a bit longer.”, “How low was she?”, Lando asked, curious. He did not knew a lot about diabetes but wanted to learn as much as he could. Thinking Oscar said, “Under fifty for sure. Her sensor just said low so it had to be below that. I would guess around 30. Maybe a little lower or higher.”.

After what felt like an eternity for Lando, did Olivia woke up. “Where am I?”, she groaned and sat up a little, now noticing the brunette sitting next to her brother. “In the hospital. You passed out from being low. Again.”, Oscar kind of scolded her, but the truth was that he was always worried about her and her wellbeing. Nodding the young girl tried to remember what happened exactly. “Please tell me I did not pass out in front of Zack and all engineers? Please, Osc.”, she whined, remembering where she was and what she had been doing as she passed out. “I am sorry but you did. I am going to get you some food and a nurse.”, he claimed and left his teammate and sister alone to talk. “You freaked me out, Pastry.”, Lando stated, making the girl blush. “I am sorry. I did not plan this.”, she mumbled, feeling a lot more shy as she was alone with Lando. “I think you also freaked out everyone else. But how are you feeling?”, Lando said and sat down next to her, where Oscar used to sit. “I am better. I should have taken care of my sugar level earlier. It is embarrassing to end up in the hospital because of this. Even more passing out in front of my boss. Do you think Zack will fire me?”, she now panicked. Chuckling at her panic Lando took her hand in his and calmed her down, “Zack wont fire you. No one is going to take you less serious now. Everything is good, love.”. Heat rushed into her cheeks as she heard that nickname. “Thank you, Lando.”, she whispered and looked at him. His eyes were beautiful as well as the little smirk he wore on his lips. “Do you like what you see, love?”, Lando teased her, leaning closer. As she turned her head to avoid his piercing look did his warm, big hand cup her cheek. Turning her head to him. Tension grew as they both slowly leaned into each other. Like magnets. Lando did the last step and closed the gap between them. Connecting their lips in a kiss. Slow at first to give her the chance to back out. To his surprise did she not back out but instead grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer. His hand was in her hair by now, holding her close to him. “What the actual fuck!?”, someone yelled, making the two jump apart. Lando almost fell off the chair as he turned to the door. There stood Oscar. A tray with food in his hand and a giggling nurse behind him. “Osc…I…we…”, Olivia stuttered completely flustered. Lando on the other hand tried his best not to giggle. The girl he had the biggest crush on just kissed him back so his ego was a little blown up. “I think I need to bleach my eyes out.”, Oscar stated dramatically as he put down the food next to his sister on the table. To everyone’s luck did the nurse intertwine, “Miss Piastri how are you feeling? I assume better?”, “Yeah…I feel better.”, Olivia said and bit her lip to try not to blush even more. “I am glad to hear this. We are going to check your sugar level one last time before we let you go.”, the nurse said and tested the sugar level one more time. It was almost completely back to normal. “Okay, we are going to keep you for about an other hour and then you are free to go home.”, the nurse said and left the three alone.

The hour was the longest in Olivia’s life. To say that it was awkward to sit in the room with your crush, who just kissed you and your brother who walked into said kiss when they were teammates was not the most fun. In hopes of help did she even text her mother. But due to the time difference did she not answer her. “Can we please address this? Or I am dropping again due to anxiety.”, Olivia finally said. Both boys looked at each other before looking at her. “Do you have serious intentions with my sister?”, Oscar asked Lando. It was not what Olivia had expected Oscar to say but it was a start. “I do. I really like her.”, Lando told him, in a tone Olivia did not knew from him. it was very serious and not a hint of sassiness in it. letting out a very long and overly dramatic sigh did Oscar say, “Fine. I will not say anything against this if my sister really likes you, what I think as she kissed you, but the moment you hurt her will I push you into the wall with my car. Now if you excuse me. I still need to bleach my eyes.”. With a kiss on the forehead did Oscar left Olivia alone with Lando. “So we both like each other. How about I take you out on a date? We can go out as soon as you are free to go.”, Lando said excited. Smiling a little Olivia took his hand telling him, “I would love to go on a date with you but I think I don’t have the energy to go out right now. How about we stay in and maybe watch a movie or something like that? Or game?”, “You game?”, Lando asked surprised. Feeling a little shy again she admitted, “A little but not on stream or anything.”.

Part 2

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femmenature · 3 months ago

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Better tan him

The creator of this content does not speak English, constructive criticism on grammar is welcome😭

I know Liv identifies as non-binary and uses They/them as pronouns, but I used she/her just because of Vanessa's character!

Pairing: Teen pre-crash Van Palmer/Vanessa Palmer x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Your best friend can't stand your boyfriend and lets you know exactly why.

Warnings: Infidelity, few mentions of sexual topics, bad language.

God, she hated him like crazy. There were moments when the hatred she felt for him made her feel bad, genuinely bad. But when she heard him talk about you, practically guessing the things you liked, her stomach churned and her urge to throw up increased with each of his words. It was inevitable for her to think about how well she knew you, but in such different contexts. While she knew your labored breathing from soccer practice, he knew it at night in your bed, and that bothered her in ways a simple friend never would, and that scared her. But she was more scared of you being with someone who didn't know you in the slightest, while your favorite color was tattooed on her brain, your favorite flowers were in her nostrils every day, the moles of your body knocked on her door every night, and your smile would be eternal as long as her mind lived.

That's practically all that's going through her mind as you tell her about him, so innocently thinking about how your best friend listens to you so closely. But in reality, she's stupidly trying to transmit her thoughts to you through telepathy, so that this torturous idea of having you is crushed by your sure rejection. She knew it wasn't "normal" for others for two girls to be together. They saw it as a sin, and that never kept her awake at night, but if you were to ever think something like that about it, it would be hell.

"Hey, land to Van. Are you listening to me right now?" The change in your voice snaps her out of her trance. She makes sure to clear her voice before answering you. "Yeah, yeah. Of course I'm listening." A frustrated sigh leaves your mouth at her response. "Okay, so I have a simple question. What was I talking about?" The redhead's eyes darted away in confusion. When she gave up on coming up with a terrible excuse, she defensively answered, "I honestly don't know, but I'm pretty sure it was about your little boyfriend."

The air thickened. Your room was quieter now. She straightened, composing her posture, realizing her harsh response to you. Meanwhile, you had your brows furrowed and a pair of questioning eyes pointed at her. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was so upsetting when I talked about my boyfriend with my damn best friend." She can't deny that you're right. She's your friend, just your friend. What could she possibly hold against you? You still hang out with her. What really pisses her off is that you don't do the things with her that you do with him. She can't touch your legs, crave your lips, brush your neck, express her desire to show you how well she knows you and how well she could satisfy you if you give her the damn chance.

"I didn't mean it like that." Her voice sounded tired. Hiding her feelings was becoming more difficult, and she made herself physically noticeable. "But you thought about it, didn't you?" Your sharp words touched something in her. By not telling you what she really wants, she's hurting you in some way. And you hurt her, even though it's not what you really want to say or provoke in each other. But a lack of communication paves the way for that kind of thing, and Van isn't willing to let that continue because of her stupid fear of losing you. Because if she's going to lose you one way or another, she'd rather it be with her heart in your hands.

"Yes, I do think about it. Don't get me wrong, I don't get bored of listening to you talk, I could do it all day. What I can't stand is when it's all about him." Her hands caress her jeans, wiping the sweat off them and her eyes avoid yours to keep her heart rate from increasing. "And it bothers me because it's hard watching someone you love be loved the wrong way. Actually, I don't know if that's what I mean. I don't know if you can love in a wrong way, but you can love them the way they deserve, and I know you deserve more. So much more than him." The last words trailed off because of the constriction of her throat and her overwhelming urge to cry.

For your part, you were paralyzed, watching every action of her body, every reaction of her face, and analyzing every sentence that came out of her mouth. Praying for it to be real, praying that it wasn't one of your lucid dreams. If you wake up, let it be by her side and not in your lonely bed wishing that dream were real.

"And I know I'm self-centered, thinking I could treat you better, but I would. I do. I'm convinced because I'm doing it, because I know and worship everything he doesn't." She lifts her gaze to finally look at you. She does it fearfully, slowly, as if your gaze could kill her. As if any sign of rejection could finish her off. "He doesn't know your favorite movie, and let's just say that doesn't matter. But does he know why you cry at night? Or the times you nervously pick the skin around your nails?" Unintentionally, her voice rises little by little as she talks about him. "And I'm sure he knows the taste of your lipstick very well, but does he recognize that cherry scent by heart that's etched in my mind from having it so close but never getting to taste it?"

"No" was the only thing that came out of your mouth but the only thing she needed. Her gaze connects with yours with a glimmer of hope. "He doesn't do anything you noticed. But there is something you didn't realize" Her confused look encourages you to continue your explanation, so you keep talking while your hands tremble resting on the blanket of your bed, knowing that her hands are inches away. "You didn't notice how much I prayed in my mind that my feelings for you would be reciprocated" You get closer to her, moving a hair from her face and placing it behind her ear before whispering, "and I know you're smelling my cherry lipstick now. I think It's time for you to try it"

Her eyes instantly went to your lips. A small smile appeared on yours, and she summoned the courage to approach you, caressing your hand, stopping the trembling. You closed the distance with each other, giving the kiss you'd both been waiting for, but neither of you knew was on the other's mind.

SORRY if I wrote something wrong, it's 4am in my country 😭

Also, I need, long for, and demand more Van Palmer publications. Tf are you waiting forrr?

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queerteapie · 2 months ago

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Please, I Beg (18+)

Pairing: Agatha Harkness/Rio Vidal/Reader

Rating: Explicit

Fic Playlist: Spotify

Summary: Your friend presses questions into your mind you hadn't thought to ask, and without answers of reassurance, you're afraid her concerns may be right.

Tags: 18+, angst, smut, NSFW, femme reader, light mommy kink, strap, light fingering, threesome

Reader Tags: @filmedbyharkness @agatha-rio-enthusiast @unidentable @fadedbee201923 @bigfinsquidd @katiemay-025

Masterlist | Ao3 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

Chapter Six

The diner isn’t anything special. Red vinyl booths, sticky menus, the thrum of fluorescent lights overhead. Probably wouldn’t have looked twice at it if Agatha hadn’t texted you the night before, casually suggesting it.

"Cute little spot off Sunset," she’d said. "Good pancakes, terrible coffee. You’ll love it."

You hadn’t even thought twice about it then, just smiled at your phone, heart warm, and sent the address to Liv.

But now, sitting alone at a corner booth, nervously tracing the rim of your water glass, it feels a little different. Like you dragged them here with you, even if you didn’t mean to.

Liv arrives a few minutes late, all bright eyes and wind-tousled hair, pulling you into a hug so tight you almost forget the knot in your chest.

"Look at you!" they say, sliding into the booth. "All grown up and mysterious."

You laugh, trying to shake off the nerves. It’s easy, for a while. The two of you fall back into step like no time’s passed at all, ordering the pancakes and the bad coffee, trading half-finished stories about work, about life, about everything and nothing.

But it doesn’t last.

"So," Liv says eventually, propping their chin on their hand. "You seeing anyone?"

You falter, your fork hovering over your plate. The silence stretches half a second too long.

They grin, sharp and triumphant. "Knew it."

You groan, setting your fork down. “It’s...complicated."

"Ooh. Complicated. Spicy. Tell me everything."

You pick at the edge of your napkin, trying to find the right words. How do you explain something that doesn’t have a name yet? Something that feels real but fragile, like a soap bubble in your hands?

"They’re a couple," you say finally. "I babysit for them. And...we’ve gotten close. Really close."

Their eyebrows shoot up. "Like... close close?"

You shrug helplessly. “Yeah. Close close."

There’s a beat of silence.

Then Liv leans back in the booth, exhaling slow. "You’re sleeping with both of them?"

You flinch at the bluntness. “It’s not just-" you start, but stop yourself.

What else can you call it?

You think about Rio’s hands tangled with yours, about Agatha’s mouth on your throat, about the way their house feels like home in a way nothing else has in years.

You think about the way you missed them last night, even when you tried not to.

"It’s more than that," you say quietly.

Liv studies you for a long moment, their expression softening.

"I’m not judging," they say. "Really. I just...you sure they’re not using you?"

You blink.

The words hit harder than you expect. A little off-center punch right to the ribs.

"I mean," they continue carefully, "you’re hot, you're charming, you’re great with their kid," they tick the points off on their fingers. “Of course they’d be into you. But, they’re already a package deal. You’re...sort of…extra."

You open your mouth, ready to argue but the words get stuck. Deep down, you know that fear has been whispering in the back of your mind for a while now.

Not that Agatha and Rio would mean to hurt you. But maybe, it’s inevitable anyway.

Liv must see something on your face, because their own softens even more.

"Just...be careful, okay?" they say, reaching across the table to squeeze your hand. "I don’t want to see you get hurt."

You squeeze back, smiling as best you can, but the food tastes like cardboard after that. And even when you leave the diner, stepping out into the bright Los Angeles morning, you can’t shake the weight pressing against your ribs.

You almost pull out your phone to text them, to tell them you miss them, to ask if they’re thinking about you too.

But your thumb hovers over Agatha’s name...and then falls away.

You shove your hands deep into your pockets and start walking, hoping the morning sun can burn off the chill still clinging to your skin.

You don’t say much after breakfast.

Liv hugs you tight before they go, promises to text later, but the warning they left behind clings like burrs to your skin.

You walk away from the diner feeling heavier than you should, each step dragging a little more.

The rest of the day drifts by in a strange haze. You wander the streets downtown, popping into little shops you barely register, sipping coffee that tastes like nothing, scrolling aimlessly through your phone without ever really seeing the screen. The city moves around you, vibrant and alive, but you’re somewhere far away from it all, stuck turning over the same words again and again in your mind.

Maybe they’re right. Maybe you’re just something temporary. A distraction. Something easy to toss aside when the novelty wears off.

The thought curls tight in your chest like smoke.

When Rio’s message pops up around four, it feels like both a balm and a fresh wound.

Rio: Having fun with your friend? Wanna come over later?

You stare at it for a long second, heart clenched painfully tight in your ribs. You almost say no - you almost let that creeping fear win. But you miss them. God, you miss them. You miss the way they see you, the way they fold you into their lives without hesitation, the way it feels to just be with them, uncomplicated and warm and whole.

You don’t want to lose that.

Not without a fight.

You: Would love to. See you soon.

**********

You try to shove the nerves down as you drive over - music blaring too loud, windows cracked to let the cool evening air whip through the car. It almost works. Almost.

But the second you step through the front door, you know you’re not fooling anyone.

The house smells like something sweet baking - maybe cookies, maybe cinnamon - and there’s a lazy kind of chaos humming through it. You hear Nicky’s laughter from the living room, the crinkle of a snack bag being opened, the low murmur of a movie playing on the TV.

Agatha is curled up on the couch, a book forgotten in her lap. Her gaze lifts the second the door clicks shut behind you, pinning you softly in place.

Rio’s sprawled out on the floor, cross-legged among a mess of Legos and coloring books, Nicky perched beside her, chattering away about dinosaurs and rocket ships. She glances up too and you catch the quick flicker of concern that crosses her face before she schools it into an easy smile.

"Hey, sweetheart," Rio says lightly, patting the spot next to her. "C’mere."

You shrug your jacket off slowly, draping it over the hook by the door, and cross the room on stiff legs. You sink down beside her, trying to smile, trying to pretend everything’s normal but your hands twist in your lap, and your shoulders stay tight, and you can feel the worry radiating off both of them in waves.

Rio nudges your knee with hers, playful but careful.

"You okay?"

You nod. Then shake your head. Then laugh weakly, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes. It all comes tumbling out before you can stop it.

The breakfast.

The conversation.

The warning about being used.

The way it stuck in your gut all day, growing heavier with every hour that passed.

By the time you’re finished, you feel wrung out - hollow and raw and small.

There’s a long silence, broken only by the faint sound of the movie playing in the background.

Agatha shifts first, sliding off the couch to sit cross-legged on the floor in front of you. She reaches out, tugging your hands gently away from your face and lacing her fingers through yours.

Her thumb brushes across your knuckles in slow, grounding circles.

"We're not using you," she says, voice low and unwavering. "We would never."

Rio leans into your side, wrapping an arm around your waist and squeezing lightly like she’s trying to hold you together.

"We’re still figuring this out," she says, her voice softer now, earnest. "It’s new for us too. But if it keeps moving forward - if it becomes something more serious - it’s not gonna be you orbiting around us. You’d be in it. With us. Equal."

Agatha’s eyes don’t leave yours, fierce and open.

"You’re not extra," she says simply. "You’re...you. That matters."

Your throat feels tight. Your chest aches in a way that’s half pain, half overwhelming relief.

You believe them. Or maybe you just want to believe them so badly it hurts.

And maybe, for tonight, that’s enough.

You don’t realize you’re crying until Rio brushes a thumb under your eye, catching the tear before it falls.

"Hey," she says, grinning, trying to lighten the moment. "C’mon. We didn’t break out the emergency cookies for nothing."

You let out a shaky laugh, scrubbing your hands over your face.

Agatha bumps her shoulder against yours.

"So," she says, mischievous again, that wicked spark rekindling in her eyes. "New plan."

You blink at her, still a little dazed.

"Invite your friend over tomorrow," she says. "Board games. Pizza. Whatever. Let them see for themselves."

Rio perks up immediately, sitting back on her heels.

"Charm offensive," she says brightly. "We’re very good at those."

You laugh - really laugh this time, the tension finally cracking apart inside you.

"You’re insane," you say fondly, pulling your phone out of your pocket.

Agatha leans in over your shoulder, her hair brushing your cheek.

Rio practically drapes herself across your back, reading along as you type.

“Hey, wanna come over tomorrow? Agatha and Rio wanna meet you. They’re cool. Also devastatingly attractive and annoyingly funny. You’ll like them.”

You hover over the send button.

Agatha taps the screen lightly with one finger.

"Send it," she says, smirking. "Before we lose the advantage."

You hit send with a theatrical sigh, dropping your phone onto the couch cushion beside you.

Rio cheers softly and throws her arms around your neck, dragging you back into her lap like you weigh nothing.

"See? Crisis averted. Genius plan. We're gonna win your friend over so hard, they’ll be begging for sleepovers."

Agatha chuckles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Or at least they’ll stop filling your head with garbage," she says, eyes soft.

You let yourself sink into them, into the messy pile of limbs and warmth and ridiculousness. The house buzzes quietly around you, Nicky’s movie still playing, the faint clatter of the oven timer going off, the lazy golden light of the setting sun sliding across the floor.

For the first time all day, you don’t feel hollow anymore.

You feel...safe.

Held.

Home.

***********

Later, when Nicky’s finally down for the night - after three bedtime stories, two drinks of water, and one last insistence that he absolutely needed to show you his latest Lego masterpiece - you all collapse on the couch like marionettes with their strings cut.

The house is blissfully quiet now, except for the soft murmur of the TV playing a documentary about ancient shipwrecks.

You’re squished comfortably between Agatha and Rio, a knitted blanket thrown over all three of you, mugs of hot chocolate cradled carefully in your hands.

A pile of half-eaten snacks balances precariously on the coffee table - popcorn, cookies, some gummy bears Rio keeps sneakily tossing at your head when Agatha isn’t looking.

You feel good.

Tethered.

Your phone buzzes quietly on the cushion beside you.

You fish it out lazily, thumb sliding across the screen.

Liv: Sounds fun. See you guys tomorrow. Bring your A-game, I don't lose at board games.

You stare at the message for a second longer than you probably should.

It’s fine. It’s friendly.

But there’s something off about it. Something you can’t quite name. A lack of the usual exclamation points, maybe. Or the warmth you’re used to. The pit in your stomach stirs, unwelcome. You tuck your phone away quickly like you can hide the creeping anxiety along with it.

Without thinking, you shift closer into Agatha’s side, pressing your face into her shoulder.

She doesn’t miss a beat.

Her free arm comes up immediately, tucking you closer against her.

She kisses the top of your head, slow and deliberate, her lips lingering.

"You’re thinking too hard again," she murmurs against your hair.

Rio leans forward to catch your gaze over the rim of her mug, smiling crookedly.

"You okay, baby?"

You nod. Then shake your head. Then shrug helplessly.

"It’s stupid," you mumble. "Liv just texted back. She’s coming tomorrow, but...I don’t know. She didn’t sound like herself. It’s probably nothing, but-"

Agatha cups your jaw gently, tilting your face up so you have to meet her eyes.

"It’s not nothing if it’s making you feel like this," she says.

Her voice is warm. Steady.

A tether against the flood rising in your chest.

"We’re not playing games with you," she says, thumbing softly over your cheekbone. "This isn’t a trick. It’s not some experiment, or whatever else you’re scared it might be."

Rio nudges your foot under the blanket with hers.

"The only game we’re playing," she says, grinning wide, "is absolutely destroying you at Scrabble tomorrow."

You snort before you can stop yourself.

"Wow," you say, voice wobbly with half-laughter. "You’re really talking a big game for someone who tried to play 'quazle' like it was a real word last time we played Scrabble."

Rio gasps, clutching her chest like you've mortally wounded her. “Quazle is absolutely a word in some language," she protests. "I stand by it."

"Baby," Agatha says, gently exasperated from across the room, "you tried to argue it was Australian slang for ‘a soft breeze.’"

Rio shrugs, shameless. "It sounded real. It had a Z. That’s power."

You laugh again - really laugh - and the ache in your chest finally starts to loosen.

Rio’s head whips around from where she's been poking through the snack pile.

"Oh, you laughing at me, huh?" she says, mock-offended, eyes narrowing playfully.

Before you can react, she lunges at you, tackling you sideways into the couch cushions.

You yelp, laughing helplessly as she tries to pin you down, her fingers digging in mercilessly at your sides. Agatha laughs too, a low, warm sound from where she’s curled in the corner of the couch, legs tucked underneath her.

"Get her, darling," Agatha calls out, amusement thick in her voice.

"Traitor," you gasp at her, still squirming under Rio’s relentless tickling, but Agatha just laughs harder.

The three of you dissolve into a ridiculous, tangled mess, all laughter and grabbing hands and useless protests.

At some point, you manage to wriggle yourself on top of Rio, pinning her hips with your knees, breathless and triumphant.

"Ha! Got you," you declare proudly, chest heaving.

Rio grins up at you, smug and unbothered. "Oh no," she says, voice dripping with fake fear. "Whatever will I do."

Something bold sparks in your chest - maybe from the victory, maybe from the heat in her gaze - and before you can second guess it, you lean down and kiss her.

Quick and sweet and yours.

Rio kisses you back immediately, easy and eager but the second you pull back, it hits you.

You kissed her.

You kissed her first.

Your face flames so fast you feel dizzy, a soft little gasp escaping before you can swallow it down.

Agatha sees it happen - the way you freeze, the way wide-eyed panic flashes across your face - and her smile curls slow and wicked.

"Aww," she coos, leaning forward, her hand stroking warmly down your back. “Is my little one getting shy now? After being so brave?"

You try to bury your face against Rio’s shoulder, but Rio just laughs and tugs you closer, wrapping her arms loosely around your waist.

"Don't go getting shy on us now," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

You let out a breathless little laugh, trying to play it off, but it’s no use. You can feel the colour rising in your cheeks.

Agatha just smiles - hungry and sweet at once - and crooks a finger at Rio. “Come here, darling.”

Rio turns her head, grinning as Agatha leans in and kisses her, slow and sure, all practiced affection and heat. And then Agatha shifts, moving toward you.

She doesn’t kiss you right away. Just leans in, her lips brushing yours, barely there.

"Good thing I really, really love sharing with you."

You let out the tiniest whimper, your whole body melting into their hands, their mouths.

Agatha smiles against your mouth lazily.

"You know," Rio says, voice dropping low as she nuzzles just beneath your jaw, "the night’s still young..."

"And we," Agatha purrs, fingers teasing at the hem of your shirt, "have a lot of ways we could wear you out."

The only thing you can focus on is the warmth of their hands, their mouths, the heavy, aching promise of everything still to come.

“Should we take this to bed?” Agatha murmurs against your lips, already sitting up. Her hoodie rides up her thighs when she stands, revealing smooth legs and the soft sway of her hips as she leads the way upstairs.

You follow, heart pounding, hand clasped in Rio’s. There’s something reverent in the quiet steps you take down the hallway

The bedroom is dim, lit only by the spill of hallway light and the soft glimmer of the city beyond the window.

Agatha pulls back the duvet while Rio comes up behind you, hands curling around your waist.

“Still nervous?” Rio whispers, kissing the nape of your neck.

“Always, with you two,” you admit, barely breathing the words.

Agatha turns, her voice lower now. “You were so brave making the first move tonight.”

She steps close again, hands gentle as they slide beneath the hem of your shirt, lifting it slowly over your head. She kisses each inch of exposed skin like she’s thanking you for it.

Rio presses in from behind, her hands warm on your hips. Her lips move along the curve of your jaw, trailing heat in their wake.

You’re dizzy in the best way, caught between them, wrapped in touch and warmth and a steady pulse of affection.

Agatha’s voice is barely audible. “Do you trust us?”

You nod. “Yes.”

And you mean it.

She smiles, guiding you gently to the bed. The mattress feels soft beneath you as they continue to undress you slowly, reverently - like it’s part ritual, part worship.

And when Agatha opens the drawer beside the bed, fingers brushing over a few velvet-covered toys and harnesses, she looks to you again.

“Still okay?”

Your pulse thrums, but you nod again. “Yes. Please.”

Agatha stops, her voice firm but kind. “I need you to use your words, little one.”

“Y-yes, still okay,” you manage, your voice unsteady.

They don’t rush. Every touch is slow, teasing, designed to draw out the anticipation, not just the pleasure. Agatha kneels between your legs while Rio holds you from behind, her mouth at your ear, whispering praise and soft encouragement.

And you feel it - not just arousal but this sense of being cherished. Of being chosen.

They’re not just using you.

They’re loving you. In every slow, deliberate way they know how.

And as Agatha kneels back for a moment, she reaches for the harness. You watch her fit the straps around her hips with practiced ease, her eyes flicking up to meet yours now and then - not asking, just making sure you’re still with her. Still saying yes.

When she finishes, she crawls back up the bed, her fingers gentle as they caress your face, thumb sweeping across your cheek.

“You sure you want this, my love?” she asks, voice low and syrupy sweet.

“Please,” you breathe, barely above a whisper. “I beg.”

Agatha’s eyes darken at your words, the corners of her mouth curling into something equal parts tender and hungry. “Good,” she murmurs, brushing her thumb along your bottom lip. “Because I’ve been thinking about this all night.”

You hear the soft creak of the harness as she adjusts it, the toy swaying slightly between her thighs - thick, smooth, and glistening faintly where she’s already slicked it with lube. She strokes along the length once, slow and purposeful, while Rio presses a kiss to your shoulder from behind, her hands now framing your waist.

“You’ve been so good for us,” Agatha says, crawling up over your thighs, the strap brushing along your skin, teasing. “So patient. I think our little one deserves a reward.”

“Don’t you?” Rio’s voice is a low purr at your ear.

You nod, heart pounding. “Please, I want this.”

Agatha shifts closer and presses the tip of the toy against you, teasing. Not pushing in yet, just circling, spreading you where it counts. Then her fingers return, parting you, easing the small vibrator between your folds, switching it on low. Your hips jolt at the buzz, a gasp slipping from your lips as the tremor settles against your clit.

“Sweet thing,” Agatha whispers. “You’re already shaking.”

She presses in slow, inch by aching inch, her other hand gripping your hip to keep you steady.

Rio wraps her arm around your torso, mouth at your ear. “Let her in, baby,” she breathes. “Let Mommy fuck you real good.”

You moan - high, broken, involuntary. Agatha smiles as she bottoms out, filling you completely, then stills. She leans forward to kiss you, slow and deep, her hips pressing against yours, keeping you full.

“Now let’s make you feel everything,” she says, voice thick.

Agatha sets a rhythm that’s slow and deliberate, each roll of her hips measured, coaxing your body to open for her. A vibrator now hums between you, sending shivers up your spine with every grind of her pelvis against yours. Her hand pins your hips with gentle strength, keeping you exactly where she wants you.

You clutch at Rio’s arms behind you, trembling, breath catching with each thrust. She tightens her hold, lips ghosting your ear. “You’re taking her so well,” she murmurs. “You’re so beautiful when you’re being fucked like this.”

Agatha leans in close, mouth at your throat, her voice a low purr. “That’s it, sweetheart. You don’t have to do anything. Just feel.”

It’s overwhelming, in the best way. The pressure, the vibration, their voices, it melts you down to nerves and heat. You whimper, fingers tugging at the sheets, and Rio kisses the side of your face with a soft chuckle.

“Think you can take more, little one?” Agatha asks, slowing just enough to let your hips grind up toward her. “Or do I need to hold you down?”

“More,” you pant. “Please.”

Agatha pulls out nearly all the way before sliding back in harder this time - deeper, grinding with purpose. You cry out, your back arching into her.

“Good girl,” she praises, thumb brushing your cheek, eyes locked to yours. “You’re making Mommy so proud.”

From behind, Rio’s hand drifts down your front, fingers moving toward the vibrator. She tweaks the setting slightly, just enough to kick it up a notch, and your whole body tenses.

“That’s it,” she whispers. “Give in. Let us take care of you.”

Your body jolts as the aftershocks ripple through you, every nerve still alight. Agatha slows only slightly, still rolling her hips in smooth, steady thrusts, drawing your climax out until it feels almost unbearable.

Agatha leans over you, planting a trail of kisses down your jaw, her voice thick with praise. “You’re perfect like this. So open. So full. I could watch you fall apart forever.”

Her words make you clench around the toy, and she groans softly, giving one more slow thrust before she stills inside you.

“Let’s give our girl a little break,” she murmurs, easing out with care and slipping the harness off her hips. “Don’t want to overstimulate you…too much.”

But there’s a gleam in her eye when she says it, one that tells you she knows exactly how far she could push you.

Rio sits back on her heels before removing her shirt, revealing the warm slope of her stomach and the curve of her bare thighs. She licks her lips, eyes flicking to Agatha. “Your turn?”

Agatha hums, brushing sweat-damp curls from her brow. “I thought you’d never ask.”

She lifts the toy from where it still hums faintly, lowering the setting before passing it to you.

“You wanna hold this for me, baby?” she asks, eyes gleaming.

You nod, still trembling, still high on the haze of their touch. Agatha shifts to lie back across the bed, legs spread with slow confidence, gaze steady on yours.

"Come here," she says, voice rough. “I want to see those pretty eyes while you fuck me.” You crawl forward on trembling limbs, still feeling the echo of her deep inside you. But the way Agatha looks at you - darkened eyes lazy with hunger, legs already parting wider - grounds you in a different kind of heat.

You kneel between her thighs, vibrator in hand, and feel Rio settle behind you, her chest warm against your back, her breath ghosting against your ear.

"Nice and slow, my love," she murmurs. "She's sensitive. But so greedy, too."

You nod, pressing the vibrator gently to Agatha’s inner thigh, just to tease. Her hips twitch, the muscle jumping under the toy’s hum.

“Oh, she’s already squirming,” Rio coos, reaching around to guide your hand higher - until the head of the vibrator presses snug to Agatha’s clit.

Agatha lets out a low groan, her thighs twitching again. “Fuck…”

You slowly slide your fingers into her, already slick with the promise of what’s to come. A subtle curve of your hand has Agatha gasping, her breath catching in surprise.

"That's it," you murmur, finding a rhythm, watching the tension build in her body, each breath shorter, her stomach flexing, her hands gripping the sheets.

Rio doesn’t just watch - she wraps her arms around your middle, hands cupping your chest lazily, possessively. She rocks against you while you work the toy in slow, precise circles, her lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Look at her,” she whispers. “Look how beautiful she gets when she falls apart.”

Agatha’s back arches as she lets out a ragged moan, one hand reaching for you, the other fisting the sheets.

"Fuck yes," she gasps, her voice cracking with need. "More."

You oblige, pressing the toy firmer against her clit. Her thighs shake, her eyes fluttering closed as her body fights the edge.

Rio's hand slides between your legs, just to stroke - lazy and indulgent. Not to push, not yet. Just to remind you that you're still wanted. That this isn’t over.

“Let’s make her come,” she breathes. “And then you’ll get to taste it, won’t you?”

Agatha groans your name, the kind of sound that sticks in your spine.

"Don't stop," she pleads, teetering.

"You're so close," you murmur, the words instinctual now. "Come for me, mommy."

Her body seizes, thighs clamping around your hand, and then she’s crying out - high and broken and wrecked as she comes, shaking beneath you, hips jerking and grinding into the toy like she never wants it to end.

And Rio, behind you, moans low like the sight alone is enough to get her off.

“You want to taste the mess you made, sweet girl?” She purrs.

You give a small nod in response - eager and wanting.

Rio eases back from you, the heat of her touch still tingling across your skin. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she crawls over to Agatha, straddling her with practiced ease. She throws you a teasing wink just before lowering herself onto Agatha’s waiting mouth.

Your cheeks flush as Rio begins to grind against Agatha’s face with slow, deliberate rhythm - her moans spilling out low and unfiltered, filling the room with the sound of control and pleasure claimed.

Agatha’s hands grip tight around Rio’s thighs, holding her steady as Rio rolls her hips in slow, deliberate circles against her mouth. The soft, wet sounds fill the room, matched by Rio’s breathy moans - sharp and satisfied.

From her perch, Rio looks down at you with a sly, commanding smile. “Don’t just watch,” she says, voice thick with arousal. “Get down there. Make yourself useful.”

You obey without hesitation, crawling in close, the heat between Agatha’s thighs drawing you in like gravity. Her slickness coats her folds, a decadent blend of her own arousal and the aftermath of Rio grinding above her. You press your mouth to her, tasting her slowly at first - exploring, savoring.

Rio watches you from above, a hand in your hair as you work. “There you go,” she murmurs, rocking against Agatha’s face with a shudder. “She’s all yours, baby. Take what you want.”

Agatha moans into her, the vibration making Rio gasp, and you feel it reverberate against your tongue. She arches again but now beneath both of you, trapped in the shared rhythm you’ve built - her thighs tensing, her grip tightening.

The scene is layered, intense - Rio commanding from above, Agatha writhing between you both, and you lost in the taste and heat of her. It’s messy, intoxicating, and entirely yours.

Rio’s moans rise, a delicious tremble in her thighs as she slows her grinding. “Fuck,” she breathes, hips giving one last roll before she gently lifts herself off Agatha, thighs glistening. She looks down at you with a dark smile, dragging her fingers through your hair before slipping away and settling on the bed beside you, her back hitting the sheets with a satisfied sigh.

You barely have a moment to breathe before Agatha is behind you, her presence wrapping around you like silk and steel. She brushes your hair aside, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

“Think it’s your turn now, sweetheart,” she murmurs, voice dark and indulgent.

Your breath catches as she guides you up on your knees, fingers slipping around your waist with possessive ease. From the drawer beside the bed, she pulls out another harness - leather and gleaming chrome - and you feel your pulse quicken.

“Hold still,” she says, and her tone brooks no argument.

You obey, heart thudding as she fastens the straps around your hips, her hands firm and practiced. Each buckle snaps into place with deliberate clicks, her knuckles grazing your bare skin as she adjusts the fit - tight, secure, perfect.

“There,” she hums, stepping back to admire you, her hand trailing possessively down your spine. “God, look at you. So fucking delicious.”

You glance toward Rio, who lies back now with her legs parted, one hand idly teasing along the inside of her thigh as she watches you with a wicked grin.

Agatha steps closer again, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, then your jaw. “Now be a good girl,” she purrs, her voice low against your skin. “Ruin my wife for me.”

You move between Rio’s legs, the weight of the harness holding you in the moment, in the desire written all over her flushed face. She watches you through half-lidded eyes, lips parted, chest rising with every anticipatory breath.

Agatha climbs onto the bed and slides in next to her wife, their lips meeting in a kiss that’s slow, sensual, and so deeply familiar it makes your stomach flutter. You watch as Agatha’s hand finds its way between Rio’s thighs, fingers sliding through the slick you can already see glistening there.

Rio’s breath catches, hips twitching toward the contact. But she doesn’t look at Agatha - she’s watching you.

“Go on,” Agatha murmurs against Rio’s lips. “She’s ready for you.”

You move forward, guiding yourself into place, the pressure of the harness a steady reminder of what you’re about to give her. Rio moans softly as you push in, Agatha’s hand never leaving her, instead circling and stroking gently as you start to move.

The room fills with the sound of shared breath, whispered praises, and wet, rhythmic movement. Rio's head tips back, her mouth parting in a gasp, and Agatha kisses her throat, her cheek, her temple.

“That’s it,” Agatha whispers, watching her wife unravel beneath both your hands. “Look at you, taking our sweet girl so well.”

Rio’s moans deepen, her body arching between you and Agatha, caught in the pull of both your touches. Every thrust from you earns a new sound from her lips, each one more desperate, more pleading. Agatha’s fingers don’t falter - stroking her with practiced, deliberate pressure - her eyes dark and focused as she watches the way Rio falls apart beneath you.

“Such a good girl,” Agatha purrs lowly, her words just loud enough for you to hear. “Look at how desperate she is for you.”

Rio’s hand suddenly reaches for you, fingers curling around the back of your neck as she pulls you down, her lips catching yours in a messy, breathless kiss. She’s gasping into your mouth, her moans swallowed between kisses as her thighs tremble around your hips. The heat of her is all-consuming - her mouth, her body, the way she holds you like she can’t get you close enough.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers into your mouth. “Please…don’t you dare stop.”

Agatha kisses the edge of Rio’s jaw before whispering, “Let her ruin you, baby. You look so beautiful like this.”

And you do - you move harder, deeper, spurred on by the way Rio’s whole body tightens beneath you, by the way her nails press into your skin, by the low sounds spilling from Agatha’s throat as she watches her crumble. Between the three of you, there’s no space left untouched, no silence unfilled. Only sweat, breath, and the building pleasure curling hot and inevitable in the air.

Rio’s kisses turn frantic, uneven, her mouth parting around a moan as your pace holds steady - deep, unrelenting, coaxed by every trembling gasp and needy plea she offers up to you. Her head falls back against the pillows, breaking the kiss, exposing the arch of her throat as her nails dig into your hips.

Agatha’s voice comes again, soft and knowing. “That’s it, baby. You’re so close, aren’t you?”

Rio can’t answer, she only nods, eyes fluttering shut, hips jerking against yours with growing desperation. Agatha’s fingers move faster, her other hand tangled in Rio’s hair, holding her close as she whispers filth and praise in her ear.

You lean in, your body flush against hers, and watch - truly watch - the way Rio begins to fall apart. Her breath catches, her thighs start to shake, and she cries out, loud and raw, as her climax hits like a wave crashing into her.

She grips you tighter, legs clenching, her body trembling beneath you. Agatha kisses her through it, coaxing her through every second of it, and you hold her - strong and steady - until she finally stills, gasping, glowing, utterly undone.

Between you both, she melts into the mattress, completely wrecked. Agatha brushes her hair back, murmuring something sweet into her ear before looking up at you with a smirk.

“God, look what you did to her.”

Rio lets out a breathless laugh, eyes fluttering open. “You ruined me,” she whispers hoarsely, pulling you down to kiss her again - slow and grateful this time, her body warm and pliant beneath yours.

The room is quiet now, the air still humming with heat and intimacy, but softer somehow, like a song easing into its final note.

Your breathing is slowing, though your body still trembles faintly from the aftershocks, warmth radiating between you and them. You're cocooned in the tangle of limbs and blankets, but it's their voices that anchor you.

“You with us, sweetheart?” Agatha asks softly, voice warm and steady.

You nod, and she brushes your damp hair back from your face, her thumb grazing the edge of your brow. “That’s my good girl,” she murmurs. “You did so well.”

You manage a soft sound in return - not quite words, but enough. Rio slips out of bed for a moment and returns shortly with a warm, damp cloth and a bottle of water. She takes care of you without a word, gentle and attentive, her eyes never leaving yours as she wipes you down, soothing your skin.

“You didn’t just let go,” she says with a small smile. “You flew.”

You laugh, breath catching in your chest, still raw around the edges, but so full of affection you can hardly hold it all. You reach for her hand and she squeezes it in return, sliding back into the bed beside you.

Agatha pulls the blanket up over all three of you, her arm wrapping around your waist to tug you close. Rio curls around your other side, a leg sliding between yours, anchoring you.

There’s no rush. No need to move or speak. Just the soft thrum of shared breath and the cool weight of the sheets wrapping around your sticky skin. Every inch of you feels like it belongs here - caught between their bodies, their warmth, their steady presence.

Agatha kisses your shoulder, slow and lingering. “You were perfect, baby.”

Rio hums into your hair. “We’re going to need a whole day to recover.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk,” you murmur, earning a lazy laugh from both of them.

“Worth it,” Agatha says, voice thick with pride.

The room fades into a gentle hush, broken only by quiet touches and the rhythmic beating of hearts pressed close together. Someone strokes your back - you think it's Agatha - and someone else rubs slow circles along your thigh. You feel completely undone, yet more whole than you’ve ever been.

Rio murmurs, “You’re not going anywhere, are you?”

“Not if I can help it,” you reply, honest and soft.

Agatha kisses your neck. “Good. We’d just have to come drag you back.”

The three of you settle together, the room cooling slowly around your bodies, breath syncing up, warmth tucked between you like a shared secret.

And finally, eyes heavy, heart full, you let sleep take you - nestled between two women who’ve undone you in every possible way, only to put you back together more completely than you’ve ever known.

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