#liv talks 💋

[delusionalsturniologirl]

god i don't even need a hair tie, just give me 2 minutes.

[elliehallers]

The thing that absolutely SUCKS about having fandom OCs (this kind of goes for OCs in general, until you release them and gain a fandom) is that you're sitting here going nuts with The Feels™, and no one (save for maybe a couple of good moots, if you're lucky 🫶🏽) gives a shit about them or what you're yapping about.

And, of course, you have to make all of the content for them as well!

[ultranerdygirl]

As sad as today’s entry is, Jonathan (Harker) had me snorting during his interaction with the sailors and the box-carrying dudes at the very end. He’s so fucking cute.

[delusionalsturniologirl]

gnawing at the walls rn 🤗

I need his arms wrapped around me, sliding down my back. I want his hands to grip my ass and pull my hair and to play with my boobs

I need to make out with him so badly

[clarkeyscherry]

A GLIMPSE OF US ❥ ALFIE BUTTLE!

contains: smau, the process of reader and ab going from friends to lovers through social media, madison beer used as face claim.

a/n: i love doing smau’s 😝😝

yourusername: ur fav friendgroup are on holiday , watch out👹

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livvydimartino: ur so gorgeous

┃yourusername: ilysm xx

alfiebuttle: motive with the gang

┃yourusername: omg is that the yoo family guy???

italianbach: slay diva

┃yourusername: i pray for liv everyday

sabinablair_: i love seeing ur face everyday

┃yourusername: and if i kiss u then what xx

user13: just me who thinks ab and y/n would look so cute together???

┃alfiebuttle: i agree

┃yourusername: what was that? must’ve been the wind x

yourusername: lil moi dump xx

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alfiebuttle: u look alright girl

┃yourusername: cheers alf

glambyflo: here’s the beauty

┃yourusername: ty angel xx

user87: met you today you were so nice 🥹

┃yourusername: so good to meet u cutie

┃wroetoshaw: she’s horrible what u on about

┃yourusername: shuuuush

sabinablair_: KISSESSSS

┃yourusername: josh can you fight !!!!!

user23: everyone’s ignoring alfie’s comment ??

yourusername: loving summer w my babies🥹

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chrismd10: bach is a heavy boy

┃yourusername: he almost crushed ur little body bless x

livvydimartino: ur literally angelic

┃yourusername: leave bach and date me pls xx

alfiebuttle: guy in eighth pic is wham

┃yourusername: he is yeah🫦

theburntchip: my bestie

┃yourusername: ly mate xx

user76: isn’t that alfie carrying her?

user56: AB and y/n need to get together already

user0: everyone knows they like each other except them

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yourusername: final night 🥲 don’t ever wanna leave this special place

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sabinablair_: cutie girl

┃yourusername: kissing u

alfiebuttle: ice cream was leng

┃yourusername: my names not ice cream ????

arthurtv: no way you got a photo of me and chris sleeping 😭

┃yourusername: so sorry my friend

livvydimartino: let’s leave the boys in england next time xx

┃yourusername: wholeheartedly agree babe xx

┃glambyflo: oh definitely

theburntchip: was a movie

┃yourusername: hell yeah rn

italianbach: can i steal your hat

┃yourusername: ofc just don’t do anything weird?

georgeclarkeey: why do i look like i’m third wheeling

┃yourusername: cause you are x

user5: alfie and y/n’s comments??? the photo???

user34: no one’s talking about the fifth photo ok

user9: picture 5 is def y/n and AB

yourusername: hard launch? alfiebuttle

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alfiebuttle: came back home with a mrs 💪

┃yourusername: muah 💋

livvydimartino: FINALLYYYY

┃yourusername: teehee😋

sabinablair_: so happy for u girl xx

┃yourusername: thank you sab🥹xx

theburntchip: double date soon?

┃yourusername: um maybe x

┃alfiebuttle: no

glambyflo: war is overrrr

┃yourusername: LOOOL

chrismd10: finally don’t have to deal with the insufferable flirting from alfie

┃alfiebuttle: no you’ll still hear it

┃yourusername: bless xxx

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[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Just You and Me - Chapter 5 (Final)

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Warnings: smut... 18+ only!!!

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~18+ THIS FIC CONTAINS SMUT!~

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The music inside LIV nightclub was bumping as Hazel entered the nightclub for WrestleMania After Dark. She knew he was going to be there. He had just won the World Heavyweight Championship and was on cloud nine. 

Hazel spotted him near the VIP section, surrounded by a couple of Instagram influencers the WWE had invited to Wrestlemania, and she had to resist the urge to roll her eyes.  

Of course, he’s eating it up. Flashing that perfect smile, posing for selfies like he didn’t shatter her less than a month ago.

He looked good, too good for someone who claimed to be heartbroken. Hazel gritted her teeth, trying to shake the knot forming in her chest. Everything about him screamed “unbothered” and it pissed her off. 

This was he first time seeing him in person since she kicked him out of her apartment 

Since he got on his knees and told her he loved her.

Since she told him to get out and not look back.

Since she blocked his number.

Well, tried to. Somehow, his texts still came through. Call after call. Paragraphs she never read, voicemails she never listened to. It had been radio silence on her end. And now, here he was, standing in the same room with her like the past few weeks hadn’t happened. Like she hadn’t been doing the work to forget him.

Hazel rolled her eyes as one of the influencers placed her ugly, manicured hands on his chest. 

Straightening her spine, Hazel tossed her curls over her shoulder and made her way toward the bar, chin held high like she hadn’t just been gut-punched by the sight of him. Jade spotted her first and nudged Trinity, who immediately handed Hazel a drink without saying a word.

“Girl,” Jade muttered, glancing toward the VIP section with a look of mild disgust. “I saw him. He’s doing the most.”

“Let him have his moment,” Hazel muttered before taking her drink to the head. She quickly flagged the bartender down and ordered another drink. Trinity and Jade shared a look. Hazel thanked the bartender as he placed the drink in her hand. She turned towards Jade and Trinity and held her drink up, making them do the same with their drinks. “To moving on from fuck boy champions,” Hazel said, clinking glasses with Trinity and Jade.

Trinity tried to stifle her laugh, but Jade let hers out freely, raising her glass a little higher. “Amen to that.”. 

Josh watched them cheer from his VIP section. He had clocked Hazel as soon as she walked in. His jaw tightened as he took a slow sip from his drink. The girls talking around him started to fade into background noise. 

“You gon stare at her all night or you gon go and get your girl Uce?”  His brother asked, a slight smirk on his lips as he watched his twin. 

“You gon distract your wife?” Josh muttered. “Ion need her in my business right now.” 

Jon chuckled and nodded. “Whatchu gon do about Jade? You know she ain’t gon let you nowhere near Hazel” 

Josh shrugged, “She gotta piss eventually.” 

Jon laughed and walked away from his brother and towards his wife. It didn’t take much for him to ease her away from Jade and Hazel and towards the dance floor. Josh took another sip of his drink and waited. 

He watched as Jade and Hazel did two more rounds of shots before making their way to the dance floor. He downed the rest of his drink before making his move. 

Hazel found herself getting lost in the music. The DJ had started to play a chopped and screwed version of Wanna Be by Glorilla. She let the rhythm take over, her eyes half-closed, curls bouncing with every beat. 

She didn’t notice Josh slide in behind her, moving with the same rhythm, matching her every sway and step. Just as she started to turn, two hands slipped around her waist, strong and easy and uninvited. She froze. She felt herself start to melt into his grip, the scent of his cologne bringing back memories she tried to suppress. 

“Jus’ lemme talk to you.” He whispered into her ear, his lips brushing over her earlobe, making a shiver run down her spine. When she didn’t try to pull away from him, he continued. “I missed you, Hazel. I miss the way you used to look at me like I was the only person who mattered. I miss waking up with you in my arms. I know I fucked up, jus lemme make it better.”  

“Josh…” she trailed off as his lips started to trail kisses down her neck. “You hurt me.” 

“I know, baby lemme make it up to you. Prove to you that I only want you.” 

Hazel let out a sigh as she let her head fall back onto his shoulder, their bodies still moving to the beat. 

Josh’s voice was low, steady against her ear. “I’m done with the games, Hazel. No more distractions, no more bullshit. Just us. If you let me.”

Hazel let out a gasp, hands flying to her mouth as Josh opened the door to his presidential suite. The entire entrance way was filled with red roses. Hazel’s breath caught in her throat as she stepped inside, the soft glow of candlelight flickering against the walls.  She turned around to face Josh, who was already looking at her. 

Josh’s eyes were intense, full of sincerity and something softer, vulnerability maybe. “Trinity said you wanted me to prove my love to you.” He spoke softly. “This is me proving it to you.” Hazel’s heart pounded in her chest as she took in the sea of red roses lining the floor 

Josh took a cautious step closer, voice dropping to a near whisper. “I know words don’t mean shit right now. You need to see it, feel it… know it.” His hand reached out, brushing a stray curl from her face. “No distractions, no more games. Just me and you.” He paused and took a deep breath, his voice trembling as he continued. “ I don’t expect you to forgive me overnight. I just want a chance to start making things right. To be the man you deserve.” 

Hazel’s heart pounded, torn between the scars of the past and the possibility of healing. She nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Once their lips met, he melted into her. 

His lips tasted like whiskey and an apology. He lifted her off the floor, roses tumbling under his steps, as he walked them into the bedroom, where Hazel was met with another surprise. That’s You by Lucky Daye played softly in the background as Hazel took in the room. Instead of roses, he had balloons all over the room. “Forgive Me” was spelled out just above the bed. 

“I meant what I said, Hazel,” He whispered against her skin. “I don’t want anyone else. I just want another shot at us.”

It was different this time. Normally, sex between them was rough and fast, but this time was different. Josh was gentle, like he was rediscovering her body. He parted her thighs with reverence, not greed, tracing open-mouthed kisses down her sternum and stomach, pausing at every place she shivered. 

He whispered promises into her skin that he’d do better, treat her better, never make her doubt again. As if every word could stitch the wounds he’d left inside her, seam by trembling seam.

She let out a soft moan as his tongue circled her clit. His fingers pressed slow circles into the muscle of her thighs, while his mouth worked her to completion. She let out a soft cry of his name as she came, body trembling against the sheets as she kissed his way back up her body, 

“I missed you, so fucking bad.” He whispered against her lips as he settled his body between her legs. 

“I missed you, too,” she breathed, her voice hitching as he pushed himself inside of her. Both of them letting out deep moans as they reconnected for the first time in months. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, taking him deeper. The pace was unhurried, something neither of them was used to.  But there was a sweet electricity to it, a current that built and built, her hips meeting his in slow thrusts that made her gasp. She watched his face, the way his eyes locked onto hers. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, his voice rough with want. “Just you and me.” He muttered, leaning down to capture her lips again. 

He angled his hips, hitting deeper, and the sensation was so intense she almost came again, her breath catching in a whimper. She closed her eyes, letting the feeling wash over her, the heat and pressure of him moving inside her, a delicious tension winding tighter and tighter in her belly.

Her climax rushed at her, fierce and unexpected, and she was barely able to choke out his name before she came, clenching hard around him. He groaned, the sound long and low, and buried his face in her shoulder as she felt him spill into her.

They stayed like that for a long time, breathing raggedly, and their bodies tangled together. Eventually, he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back, bringing her with him. She settled on his chest, listening as his heartbeat slowed. 

Josh had closed his eyes, dozing off until Hazel spoke up. 

“If - If we’re going to do this.” She said softly into the dark room. “ I need you to delete her number.”

Josh immediately reached for his pants, which were on the floor. He unlocked his phone and went to his contacts. Hazel watched as he blocked Porsha’s number and then deleted the contact from his phone. 

“I mean what I said. I’m tired of the games, Hazel… I just want you, forever.” 

She curled against him and pressed her cheek to his chest. “Forever’s a long time,” Hazel whispered, her voice muffled against his skin.

“As long as I get to spend it with you.” 

Author's Note: Whew.. finally the final part. I hope you all enjoyed this lil mini series that was supposed to be a one-shot.

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[delusionalsturniologirl]

intro is crazy. (intro is literally me)

[delusionalsturniologirl]

he’s such a lil softie 😕♡

chris still gets excited over stuffed animals :(

[uceyliyahh]

TASTE OF SIN

summary: he warned Chantel once, he doesn’t bite without meaning it But she was already drunk off him — the gold in his grill, the shadows in his brown eyes, the way his voice wrapped around her name like silk and smoke.Joshua Fatu wasn’t human. Not anymore. He didn’t just want her blood — he wanted her soul, her screams, her submission.

warnings contain: explicit sexual content, bloodplay, possessive, and supernatural themes. (Reader discretion is advised), dark romance, vampire thirst, sinful energy.

If you’re not into biting, obsession, and being absolutely ruined by a smooth-talking, grill-wearing nightwalker… this might not be for you.

SO MDNI ‼️‼️

Jey Uso x Chantel

thanks to my homegirl @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the title and summary 🫶🏽

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰

Chantel Sage Carter- Chanti

college student

naive

stubborn

iMessage: Chanti🌹

Instagram: chantibae

best friend: Trick Williams & Liv Morgan

“I need more of you Joshua.”

Joshua Samuel Fatu - Josh

professional wrestler/bloodline clan

nightstalker

possessive

obsessive

iMessage: Bloodsucker💋

instagram: uceyjucey

“You’re such a naive lil girl aren’t you baby?”

Trick Williams

professional wrestler/wolf-pack clan

protective

possessive

iMessage: Trick💪🏾

Instagram: trickwilliams_wwe

best friend: Chantel

“I’m not letting him change you Chanti.”

Liv Morgan

professional wrestler/wolf-pack clan

well-spoken

protective

best friend: Chantel

iMessage: Livv🦋

Instagram: yaonlylivonce

“Chanti honey, you do know what you are asking for right?”

Jonathan Solofa Fatu - Jon

professional wrestler/bloodline pack

loyal

trust-worthy

married

iMessage: BigJon💪🏽

Instagram: jonathanfatu

“I wouldn’t mind having a little sister.”

chapter one

[imnameimswrld]

╰┈➤ ❝ [𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞 || 𝗝𝗝 ꒱꒱

━━ ❪ . . . jungkook x popstar!reader ❫

━━ ❪ . . . description : bullied for being "immature" , y/n goes dark for a whole year, before returning with a new sound, and a whole different aesthetic, and the world is shocked to find just who's been by her side through it all ; ❫

━━ ❪ . . . smau ! ❫

━━ ❪ warnings: none ❫

━━ ❪ fc: dove cameron ❫

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before...

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user jesus, you're not in Disney Channel anore girl, grow tf up.

user ...you know you're not 16 anymore right ? 🤭

user this girl NEEDS to start acting her age or istg

⤿ user wdym ???

⤿ user first of all she's been blonde since her liv and maddies, and she's been all prissy princess when we all KNOW she ain't nothing like that. she needs to grow up, like, yesterday already.

⤿ user there's nothing wrong with her still being blonde tf, YOU should grow up.

user so no one is gonna talk about kim taehyung in the likes ? no ? okay...

one yeah later...

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user THE QUEEN HAVETH RETURNED

uarmyhope 🔥🔥🔥

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ynupdates BREAKING NEWS GUYS !! Y/N was spotted out yesterday in Miami with... JEON JUNGKOOK FROM BTS !?!?!? I'm no kpop fan but what I do is, he is fine as hell, and look at our girl's smile !!!! I love seeing her happy.

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user y/n looks so happy omg 😭

user HAND PLACEMENT !?

user I am so here for this – if I see any toxic army coming for her istg

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user YEARS !?

user y/n was at the ptd show in vegas !? holy shit they've been together for way longer than i expected.

uramyhope ynkook !!!

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[rafecameronsbabygirl7]

Close enough to burn

Chapter two ❦ Debts and other disasters

part:1 💋

summary: Rafe steps in again and Olivia can’t ignore the shift between them. A late-night text, a humiliating misunderstanding and an unexpected moment of softness leave her more confused than ever

warnings: Olivia’s ex Jake (lolol); slight swearing and suggestive assumptions

word count: 2.8k

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She turned to leave—but Jake grabbed her wrist. And the second he did, before she could even react— Another hand clamped onto Jake’s arm. And just like that: Rafe Cameron was there.

Stepping in between them like he’d been waiting for an excuse. Jake’s grip immediatly loosened. The shift in energy was instant.

Jake’s face flickered—surprise, irritation, hesitation. But Rafe? He was completely unbothered. He just smiled, slow and sharp.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you that no means no?”

Jake scoffed. “What, you her guard dog now?”

Rafe’s grip didn’t budge. He just tilted his head, casual, like he wasn’t the least bit threatened.

“Something like that.” Olivia inhaled sharply, but before she could say anything, Rafe’s arm slid around her waist. Her entire body tensed.

“Right, babe?” Rafe murmured, so low only she could hear. Her stomach flipped. Jake’s eyes narrowed. So Olivia—against every logical instinct in her body— played along.

She forced herself to relax into Rafe’s hold, tilting her chin just enough to sell it. Fingertips grazing his chest.

“Right,” she said, voice steady. Jake’s jaw clenched, while Rafe just smirked. That smug asshole was really enjoying this.

“See?” Rafe said, mocking, easy, cocky as hell.

“She’s with me now.” He patted Jake’s shoulder.

“So why don’t you fuck off?” Jake’s nostrils flared, his fingers curling into fists.

For a second, Olivia thought he might swing.

Her heart jumped. But then Jake exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Whatever,” he muttered, before walking away. “Have fun with him, Liv.”

The second he was gone, Olivia spun to Rafe, eyes wide. “Are you insane?” she hissed.

Rafe just grinned. “You’re welcome.”

She pushed off his chest, glaring. “I didn’t need your help.” His smirk didn’t fade though.

“Could’ve fooled me.”

Her stomach tightened. Heat crawled up her spine—from anger, from adrenaline, from something she wasn’t ready to name.

She shook her head, stepping back.

“Don’t do that again.” Rafe tilted his head, watching her. “Don’t act like you didn’t like it, Princess.” She inhaled sharply. “I didn’t.”

He smirked. Again. “Sure.” And then, with one last glance, he walked away. Like he hadn’t just changed everything.

~~~~~

A week later.

For the most part, things went back to normal. Or at least, Olivia acted like they did.

Rafe was still Rafe—cocky, arrogant, and insufferable. He still found ways to push her buttons every chance he got—making some smart remark every time they crossed paths, throwing her an infuriating smirk whenever she rolled her eyes at him.

And she always did. Because that’s how it had always been. Except now?

Now, Olivia couldn’t stop thinking about that night. The way Rafe had stepped in, stood between her and Jake like it was his personal responsibility.

The way his hand had curled around her waist, the warmth of it lingering even after he let go.

The way his voice had darkened, filled with something almost dangerous as he told Jake to leave. She kept replaying it.

Not because she wanted to—but because she knew Rafe. And Rafe Cameron never did anything for free. Never did anything out of the goodness of his heart.

One day, he was going to ask for something.

And when that day came, she had to be ready.

~~~~~

It had been a few days since the party, and Olivia had started to feel some sense of normalcy again.

Until her phone started blowing up.

Jake: Liv, we need to talk.

Jake: Come on. Just five minutes.

Jake: You can’t avoid me forever.

Jake: Liv. Answer me.

Her fingers tightened around her phone. He just wouldn’t let it go. She let out a slow breath, scrolling through the endless messages.

And then, she blocked him. Simple.

For the first time in weeks, she felt some relief.

Or at least, she thought she did.

~~~~~

The Pelican Yacht Club was bustling that night, the hum of laughter and conversation mixing with the clinking of glasses and the salty breeze rolling in from the docks.

Olivia had been having fun. She’d spent most of the evening chatting with friends, sipping on a cocktail, actually enjoying herself.

And she tried to ignore it—The occasional flicker of a gaze from across the lounge.

Because she knew exactly who it belonged to.

Rafe Cameron. Sitting with Topper and Kelce, drink in hand, leaning back against the booth with that same unreadable expression.

He wasn’t even being subtle. And maybe she was imagining it, but he kept looking. Like he was assessing. Watching. She shook the thought away.

Because it didn’t matter. It didn’t. Until she left for the bathroom. And walked right into Jake.

—

“Liv.” Her stomach twisted. Jake was standing right in front of her. A little too close.

His jaw was tight, his lips curled in something she couldn’t quite place. “You blocked my number,” he muttered, tilting his head.

His eyes flickered over her, his voice smooth, almost taunting. “That was kinda rude.”

Olivia exhaled sharply, gripping her clutch a little tighter. “I don’t have time for this,” she muttered, moving to step around him—

Jake’s hand shot out, about to curl around her arm.

But then a familiar voice cut in.

“You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”

Jake barely had time to turn before Rafe stepped in. Standing too close. Smiling too sharp. And just like that, the air shifted. Jake exhaled sharply. “Oh, great. Rafe Cameron. Again.”

Rafe tilted his head, casual, unaffected. “Yeah, you sound excited to see me.” Olivia should have stopped him. Should have told him she could handle it.

She didn’t though. Because when Rafe Cameron stood between her and Jake, something in her finally unclenched. Because she knew—Jake would listen to him. Jake rolled his shoulders. “Stay out of this.”

Rafe just smirked. “See, I would,” he mused, rocking back on his heels. “But it’s kinda hard when you keep harassing my girlfriend.”

Olivia’s breath caught. Jake froze. “What?” Rafe’s arm slid around her waist. Casual. Territorial. Like it had always been there. Olivia’s pulse skipped. This wasn’t like last time. Last time, she played along. But this time Rafe had decided for her.

Jake laughed, humorless. “Oh, that’s funny.”

Rafe just smiled. “Glad you think so.”

Jake’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “You’re not her type.” Rafe hummed. “Weird. She didn’t seem to mind last night.” Olivia’s eyes widened. She elbowed him. “Rafe.” He barely reacted, smirking down at her.

Jake’s nostrils flared. His jaw ticked.

“Face it, man,” Rafe said, mockingly sympathetic. “She’s moved on.” And this time? Jake believed it.

Because his shoulders tensed, his expression darkened, but he didn’t say anything.

He just exhaled sharply. Then walked away.

—

Jake’s retreating footsteps faded, but the tension he left behind didn’t. The alley was quiet now, just the distant hum of the party inside, the occasional burst of laughter from the docks. But between them?

A charged silence. The kind neither of them knew what to do with.

Olivia’s breath was still a little uneven, her fingers still curled slightly at her sides. She should’ve just walked away. Should’ve turned back inside and acted like none of this had happened. But she didn’t. Because she was still trying to make sense of it. Of him.

Her heartbeat was too fast, her pulse too loud. And she wasn’t sure why. This wasn’t even the first time Rafe had stepped in for her. It wasn’t even the first time he had looked at her like that. Like he was still wired from the rush of it all. Like he hadn’t quite calmed down yet.

Like he was still trying to figure out why he gave a damn in the first place. And the way his jaw was clenched, the way his chest was still rising and falling a little harder than usual? Yeah. He wasn’t any closer to figuring it out than she was.

—

“Okay.” Her voice came out quieter than she expected. Rafe’s gaze snapped to hers.

She lifted her chin, folding her arms. “That’s twice now.” His brows lifted slightly. “Twice?”

“That you’ve stepped in,” she clarified, narrowing her eyes. She let her weight shift to one side, exhaling. “Starting to think you have a habit of saving me, Cameron.”

Rafe’s smirk was lazy, effortless. But his eyes? His marvellous blue eyes. Still dark. “Don’t flatter yourself, Princess,” he drawled. “I just hate that damn guy.”

Olivia let out a short laugh. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe because it was such a Rafe thing to say. Maybe because, for some reason, it made her chest tighten. So she forced a teasing lilt into her voice, tilting her head. “Oh, so this was just you—what? Doing your civic duty?” Rafe just watched her. Something about the way he did it made her pulse spike.

“Something like that,” he said finally. Weirdly that answer made her feel even more unsettled. So she did something she never thought she’d do.

Then she just swallowed her pride. And said—

“Well… thank you.” Soft. A little unsure.

Rafe stilled. Like she had actually caught him off guard. Like the thought of her thanking him hadn’t even crossed his mind.

For a second, Olivia thought she saw something flicker in his expression. Something she couldn’t quite place. Something he wasn’t ready to admit. And then—just as quickly as it came — It was gone.

His lips curled, his stance shifting. And then, a low, amused chuckle. “Wow,” he mused, crossing his arms. “You must be really shaken up if you’re actually thanking me.” Olivia rolled her eyes immediately, the moment was gone.

“Never mind,” she muttered, shaking her head. “I take it back.”

Rafe’s chuckle deepened. But now the air felt heavier.

Which Olivia didn’t like. Not at all.

So she forced herself to say something—anything—to break whatever was happening. Something stupid. Something that made everything worse.

“So, what?” she huffed. “Am I supposed to be in your debt now?” She meant it sarcastically. She did. Really.

But the way Rafe’s gaze shifted, darkened, dropped— She realized her mistake too late. His smirk faltered. Not completely.

Just enough to make her breath catch in her throat. “Depends,” he murmured. His voice was lower now.

“On what?” He tilted his head.

“On how much that thank you really meant.”

Olivia’s stomach flipped. Because this? This was not where she meant to take this conversation. She meant it jokingly, teasingly, sarcastically. Still, the way Rafe’s eyes were fixed on her?

Like he was considering something.

Like he was wondering what else she’d be willing to give? Like she had just unknowingly stepped into very dangerous territory.

She should’ve laughed it off.

Should’ve rolled her eyes, called him a jackass, walked away like she always did. But then her brain short-circuited just long enough for something else to slip out. “And how exactly do you expect me to repay you?”

Silence. A very specific type of silence. The kind that came before something irreversible happened.

Rafe’s head tilted slightly. And Olivia saw it.

The way his gaze darkened just a little more, the way his jaw twitched like he was actually considering answering that. Like he was actually going to say it…

The realization sent a wave of heat through her body. Not just embarrassment. Something else.

Something worse. And she needed to shut it down. Immediately. She did the only thing she could.

She cleared her throat, turned on her heel, and got the hell out of there. “Goodbye, Rafe.” She didn’t look back. Didn’t give him the satisfaction.

~~~~~

Her phone buzzed just as she was brushing her hair. She reached for it, expecting a message from Sarah—or maybe one of her friends asking what she was doing later. But instead? Her stomach dropped.

Rafe Cameron (1 new message)

You up?

Need to talk to you about something.

Olivia froze. Her mind went a mile a minute, flipping through every possible scenario.

What the hell could Rafe Cameron possibly want from her at this hour? No, seriously. What? She stared at the text, heart racing. That’s when it hit her. That’s when her brain went to the absolute worst place possible.

Because this was Rafe. And Rafe didn’t do favors. And he definitely didn’t do things for free. She owed him now. Twice.

Olivia let out a sharp breath, running her hands over her face. “No,” she muttered to herself.

“There’s no way.” She started pacing. “I mean, he wouldn’t. Would he?” A pause. A horrifying realization. “…he totally would.”

—

By the time she made it outside, her stomach was twisted into knots. Rafe was already waiting on her porch, leaning against the railing like he had all the time in the world. His gaze flicked over her, slow, assessing.

And for a split second, Olivia thought she saw the corner of his mouth twitch—like he could tell how nervous she was.

“Alright, Cameron,” she blurted, arms crossing tightly over her chest. “What do you want?”

He exhaled through his nose, smirking slightly.

“Good to see you too, Princess.”

Olivia bristled. “I swear, if you—” she started, then stopped, exhaling sharply. Her nails dug into her arms. God, this was going to be humiliating. But she couldn’t take it anymore.

She needed to get ahead of this before he could say anything. So, she did the absolute worst thing possible.

She started rambling. “Listen,” she said quickly, words tumbling out before she could stop them.

“I—I know I technically owe you. And I get that. I do. Like for real.” Her voice was higher than normal.

Rafe’s smirk faltered slightly, brows drawing together. Olivia didn’t notice. She was too deep in the panic now.

“And I’m not saying I wouldn’t—” she inhaled sharply, closing her eyes for a brief second before snapping them back open.

“Okay, no, I am saying that. Because I just— I can’t, Rafe. I mean, I would never do that.”

Her words were rushed, frantic. She gestured crazily, unable to even look at him properly.

And Rafe? Oh, he was watching her very intently now. His smirk had completely disappeared, replaced with a furrowed brow and a slow tilt of his head. “What… exactly do you think I’m asking for, Olivia?”

She swallowed hard, feeling her face heat up. She still couldn’t bring herself to look at him. Instead, she vaguely waved a hand between them.

Rafe blinked. “Elaborate.” His voice was too controlled now. Like he was teetering between confusion and absolute amusement. Which only made her want to crawl into a hole and die. She inhaled sharply, words spilling out in a single breath.

“If you’re about to say something like ‘you know what you can do for me, Princess,’ I swear to God, Rafe, I will throw myself into the ocean before I even consider it.”

Silence. The kind of silence that was louder than any noise. Then Rafe let out a sharp, stunned laugh. And then another. And then he was actually laughing.

Olivia felt her stomach drop. Her eyes widened in pure horror. “Oh my God,” she muttered, covering her face. “Shut up. Forget I said anything.”

“Wait, wait, wait—” Rafe barely got the words out, grinning like he just won the goddamn lottery. “Did you seriously think I was asking you to—” Olivia groaned. “I’m going inside.”

Rafe reached out, catching her wrist before she could escape. His touch was warm, grounding, firm but not forceful. It was enough to make her pause. Enough to make her finally look at him.

His grin softened slightly, but his eyes still danced with amusement. “Relax, Princess,” he murmured, voice quieter now. “I was gonna ask you to fake date me, not sleep with me.”

Olivia froze. Her heart stopped, then restarted ten times faster. She blinked, processing. “You—what?”

Rafe just shrugged, like he hadn’t just completely ruined her entire night with that sentence. “You and me. Fake dating. For show.”

He smirked, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. “I mean, unless you’d rather go with your original idea. Since it seems to be on your mind and all.” Her jaw dropped.

And Rafe? He was already smirking, already knowing he just won. But then, before she could storm off completely, his grip on her wrist loosened. His smirk faded just enough to something softer.

“You know I’d never do that to you, right?” His voice was low, steady. Not teasing. Not mocking. Just real.

Olivia stilled. Her chest tightened in a way she didn’t like. Because for the first time in a long time—maybe ever— She believed him. “Good night.” She turned on her heel so fast, he barely had time to laugh before she slammed the door behind her…

[delusionalsturniologirl]

i literally cannot.

made a video for my fellow freaks to let those filthy thoughts wander— enjoy 😘

[downforthegas]

I never thought I’d be doing this, but I’ve abandoned these ocs for a long time. Idk if I’ll post about them a lot (I’m still wh brained lol) but I think it’d be fun to show them off again and give more information on them as well.

Here they are The Gassy Genre Girls!!!

I remember @sweetbubblies making eprocto ocs based on planets, mainly the gas giants! I was inspired and made gassy music genres, but abandoned them a while ago. Here I am, showing them off again! Some of them went through a few design changes and even a few name changes!

Poppy (she/they)💅💋💄

-Based on pop music, mainly mainstream pop

-I feel like her music would be akin to Ari/ana Gra/nde or Sab/rina Carp/enter, maybe with a bit of pink/pan/th/ress in the mix

-Lesbian demigirl

-Best described as a basic white girl. You expect her to be a snob, but she's really nice and down to earth in person

-Out of all the ocs here, she's gone though the biggest change in design. She once had a lolita doll aesthetic but I liked the idea of her representing mainstream pop more

-Farts are little toots and short bassy farts that smell vaguely of bubblegum (and flutter her skirt in the process)

-*Brrt!* *Pllrt!* *Frrbtt!*

-Gets embarrassed about farting in public, but also gets gassy a lot, so this leads to her coming home very bloated by the end of the day

-Her farts get more long and wet-sounding when she rips after a long day

-Rocky is her best friend

Rocky (Rochelle) (she/her) 🎸🛹😂

-Based on alternative rock/punk music, sort of based on Av/ril Lav/igne and Wi/llow Smi/th with a mix of irl artist Poppy (mostly her I Disagree album from 2020)

-Her music is hardcore fun rock, with a few songs that reveal her emotional side

-Bi trans woman (mtf)

-Farts are loud and meaty sounding, usually have a lot of bass and shake anything she's sitting on when it happens

-They smell rancid too, like rotten milk and eggs

- *VVVRRRRBBBPBBBBRBRRLLBBBLRRRTTTT!*

-Lactose intolerant but doesn’t care

-She often likes pranking others with her farts, whether it be farting in the car with everyone, dutch ovens, and even farting on people's laps, like Poppy (but Poppy might like it more than she would like to admit👀)

-She's Poppy's best friend... as far as we know

Rappy (They/them) 🏀👟😁

-Formerly known as Jazzy (I changed the name bc i liked the personality of this character but felt like it fit rap more than jazz)

-My favorite design besides Poppy

-Based on 90s rap, the fun stuff from Wi/ll Smi/th, Kr/is Kr/oss and a bit of modern rap from Doe/chii and Child/ish Gam/bino

-Music is fun and bouncy with a lot of bass and the lyrics tell a story (Rappy likes sharing a lot of their experiences)

-Aroace and nonbinary

-Farts are usually bassy, sometimes fast and quick, some times long and drawn out. There’s a bit of variety in the size, but the bass is always deep, with a smell of rotten beans

-*Bbbrrttt!* *BBBRRBBPBRRTT!*

-Doesn’t mind letting it rip around friends at least. They’ll try to fan away the smell or at least open a window

-They’re Tech’s best friend

Tech (Techno) (She/he) 🎧🎮🫣

-Big shut-in who engages in online fandoms (even the more freaky ones👀)

-Based on techno artists, primarily fandom artists like the Liv/ing Tomb/stone and fandroid music

-Really nice and soft spoken, but loves talking about his favorite shows and movies to her closest friends

-Farts can come in a variety of sizes, sounds and smells, but are usually loud, squeaky and wet-sounding with a garbage scent

-*FLLBLPLLLRRLLPPPRRRTT!*

-Only farts around her close friends, but can be a little awkward about it sometimes

-Bigender and panromantic

-He’s Jazzy’s best friend

Classy (they/them) 🌹🎻♟️

-Uptight, stuck-up, sometimes arrogant, but always wants what’s best for their fellow friends

-Likes to engage in the finer things, like opera, theatre, orchestra, etc.

-Based on old opera and classical music, with a look inspired by Mo/zart and Beet/hoven

-Agender and omnisexual

-Ironically has really loud, brassy sounding farts, much to their embarrassment

*BBRRWWAARRRRBBBRBRBRBBRRRRRTTTTTT!*

-Strong rotten milk and egg smell, and it certainly doesn’t help that they’re lactose intolerant

-Likes to fart behind closed doors

-They’re Country’s best friend

-(fun fact: this character was a requested addition. They asked for slick black hair but I misread what they wanted and thought they asked for black hair

Country (she/her) 🍳🥾 🤠

-Introducing the newest addition to the cast!

-Cis and bi (our cis rep lol)

-Sweet and down to earth and isn’t afraid to pick a fight for her friends. Her big, warm smile and confidence inspires others to keep trucking, even on their toughest days

-Her farts are fragrant like Poppy’s, only they smell more like sweet tea, and her farts are often bubbly and sometimes squeaky

-*Bllrrbbprrttt!*

-Inspired by Do/lly Par/ton and a bit of Re/ba

-Likes to encourage others and is always willing to listen to others

-Loves cooking and baking for her friends

-She’s Classy’s best friend

[ladylooch]

Afterthoughts and Alcohol- Liv X Luca

A/N: Part 1 of Liv & Luca's LONG teased angst....

Word Count:3.5k

Stop here & here before continuing on.

Part 2| Part 3| Part 4

The timezone difference between the West coast and East coast has Livia Meier banging her head against the wall of her bathroom stall. Well, metaphorically. 

Luca and the Minnesota Wild have been on a long, road trip. Although Liv doesn’t live with Luca in Minnesota, his road trips still feel like a burden on their relationship. They talk less. He is out with the boys more. Then add in the three hour time difference and they both feel like two ships passing in the night. Liv fights the frustrated tears growing in her eyes as she fixes a smudge of her freshly applied, mauve pink lip stain. 

Heading for my nap. Text you when I’m up 😘

Liv sighs as she slowly walks out of the women’s bathroom inside UBS Arena. She looks down at the message, wanting to tell Luca how much she misses him and how distant things feel with them right now. But it is not the time. Not right before a game and when she is out with her friends for a fun night.

Instead, she sends back: ❤️💋😘

Camilla and Harper, her good friends from freshman year and now floor mates, await outside the bathroom for Liv.

“Ready?” Harper asks, sliding her arm through Liv’s. They begin to walk to the left.

“I think we missed warm ups. Will he care?” Camilla wonders. She nervously bites her lip as the girls weave arm in arm through the busy concourse to the Isles family seats. 

“No. I don’t think Ryder Hughes noticed we missed warm ups on a rivalry hockey night.” Liv laughs at the mere thought. He has the same focus and intensity as his dad, Jack. His ability to block out the rest of the world has always been admirable to Liv. 

Tonight is Girl’s Night Out sponsored by Ryder Hughes. He has been begging Liv to come watch a game to show her some “real East coast hockey” for the past several months. But class and flying to Minnesota and Devils & Rangers games, have taken up most of Liv’s time. She figured it was time to throw Ryder a bone. He has been so helpful and supportive as Liv has begun the process of starting her second book. He is constantly checking in to make sure she has eaten or has enough coffee or has taken a shower in the last three days. Only a year and a half has passed since Liv’s first book was published, but she had forgotten how difficult and stressful it can be to meet her publisher’s demanding deadlines. 

Enter Ryder Hughes as Superman.

And Luca, of course. His role is shaped more by distance than Ryder’s, but Liv tries to shelter those details from her boyfriend. She doesn’t want to make Luca feel bad for missing out on “Librarian Livy”- his nickname for her because of the blue light blocking glasses she wears while she writes.

“Where is Luca tonight?” Harper asks as they sit down in their seats. Liv can feel eyes of the WAGS on her- the Devils and Rangers and Wild and now Islanders girl? The puck bunny label practically writes it’s self across Liv’s forehead. 

“Um, he is in Seattle.” Liv clears her throat of the awkward phlegm setting in from the stares.

“Ugh, I love Seattle! It’s all moody and dreamy.” Camilla murmurs. “Do you ever visit him on the road?”

“No, the road is sacred.” Liv rolls her eyes. “It is where all the bonding and real focus on hockey happens. You know without the distraction of their loved ones.”

“I wanna be a WAG so bad!” Harper whines. “Livy, how do I get Ryder to notice me?”

“I think you need to be European….” Camilla teases, eyeing Liv from the side. 

“Stop.” Liv shakes her head. These two are good friends and always tease Liv about the “hot, hockey men” entranced by her aura.

“Livy, will you sponsor me for Swiss citizenship?”

“It doesn’t work like that.” Liv laughs, bringing her mixed drink to her lips for two quick sips.

“Maybe Lio will marry me.” Harper jokes.

“He is a mess. Stay away from him.” Liv mutters. She likes Harper too much to allow her to enter Lio’s puck bunny trap. Camilla and Harper share a look, shamelessly bonding over their admiration of the oldest Meier child. 

The Islanders win the game against the Buffalo Sabres 2-1 in regulation. The girls want the experience of waiting for an NHLer and no amount of whining from Liv can get them to move along. So they wait, and wait, and wait for Ryder to poke his head out from the tunnel. He gives a wave and big grin, then climbs the stairs by twos.

“Great game!” Harper blurts immediately.

“Thanks for the tickets, Ry!” Camilla cheers as he enters the row.

“Hey ladies, thanks for coming.” He goes in for a quick hug with each one of them, ending with a longer one for Liv. “Good hockey, eh?”

“Looked similar to what I have seen.” Liv pokes his side, shrugging like she is unimpressed. He actually played well tonight. 

“Better colors though.”

“Mmm, I like green. Brings out my eyes.” She narrows them at him when he rolls his back at her. 

“Trust me, you look better in blue.” He points to her plain blue shirt with no representation of his team. “What are you up to after this?” He seems to address the group, but his attention stays on Liv. 

“I don’t know that we have decided.” Liv murmurs.

“Well, we have a green light tonight, so a bunch of the guys are heading out. You wanna tag along?”

“Yes!”

“Duh!”

Both girls chime in for Liv. She sighs, tilting her head back towards the arena roof to consider. She really didn’t write enough this week. She should go home and try to get a couple thousand more words done to feel good going into the weekend. Luca is coming into town next week and she wants to spend all her time with him, not worrying about her next check point.

“Livy, your deadline will still be there tomorrow.” Ryder winks, knowing her inner turmoil. He very dramatically juts his bottom lip out at her, then looks up towards the rafters as he bats his eyes. He looks cute and boyish, earning a smirk from her.

“Wow.” Liv snorts. “Fine, but you’re buying my drinks all night. I’m not paying.”

“Beautiful girls never pay with me.” Liv ignores the way Harper and Camilla giggle as they head down the stairs to leave in Ryder’s swanky, black Porsche. 

- - -

Inside the VIP area of some bumping club Liv has never heard of, she lays her head back on the booth and belts out the lyrics to Party in the U.S.A. Ryder is next to her, nursing his second whiskey neat as the rest of his teammates scatter through the upper area of the club. Camilla and Harper are long gone, mingling with the single members of the Islanders while Liv was sitting by herself. Ryder just came and plopped himself down after doing a lap around the level. 

“Are you glad you came?” Ryder smirks as the song finishes.

“Mhm. Thanks.” Liv says genuinely.

“I knew you would feel better if you came out. You’ve been working hard. You deserve to have fun too.”

“I do have fun.”

“Yeah, but I mean have fun here, in New York, not only when you’re jet setting off to Minnesota. You live in one of the best cities in the world and you never do anything the city has to offer.”

“Life for me here is temporary.” Liv shrugs. It is. Once she is done with school, she is going to Minnesota. She wants to build a life with Luca. 

“You’re gonna throw away a whole life here for someone else’s dream?” Ryder asks. “Kinda shitty of him to ask.”

“He didn’t ask.” Liv shrugs her shoulder slightly, feeling defensive. 

“But he also didn’t tell you to stay in the best city in the world for your career.” Liv pauses.

No, Luca didn’t tell her that.

“Maybe Mr. Perfect isn’t so perfect.” Ryder suggests.

“If I wanted to stay, he would support that.”

“Come on, Livy. You think he loves being hundreds of miles away from you for most of the year?”

“What is he supposed to do, Ry? He can’t control where he plays. You know that.”

“Sure, but I hope you know you deserve more than to only be someone’s girlfriend in some shitty, fly over state. I can’t imagine that’s what your parents want for you either.”

“That’s harsh.”

“Maybe, but at least someone here wants what is best for you.”

“So does he.” Liv finishes with a whisper. They both look away from each other, taking drinks to cool off some of the tension. Liv avoids the pull of Ryder’s gaze a few minutes later, wondering if she should head back to her apartment instead of continuing the night.

“Hey.” Ryder murmurs softly. He reaches out for her hand, giving it a squeeze. He watches his thumb brush over her fingers. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get so upset.” He forces a smile. “If you’re happy, I’m happy.” 

But are you happy? An internal voice asks Liv. Are you happy with how many more months of long distance? Or the fact that you and Luca have only talked once on this five day road trip? Or how short the conversation was and the way he goes hours without responding to a text? Will this be how it is in Minnesota? Is Ryder right? Will you only be Luca’s girlfriend, a WAG, and not a published author with a bachelor’s degree and working towards a master’s?

Liv swallows down her nerves, squeezing Ryder’s hand back while pulling in a steady breath.

“It’s okay. I’m okay. I’m fine. Great even.” She finishes, groping for her glass on the table and slamming the rest in one huge swallow.

But the rest of the night, Liv is swimming in and out of reality. She has a hard time being present with the group. The amount of alcohol she consumes doesn’t help. She gets upset when realizing Luca never texted her before he headed to the arena. She was in the bathroom, scrolling through Instagram when she saw his arrival picture posted on the Wild socials. His phone is right there in his hand, but she has no new messages from him.

How is this so easy for him? How is she sitting here spinning her wheels, waiting for any sliver of attention, and he is walking into that arena without a care in the world? Before she thinks better of it, she sends a text to him.

Going to bed. Sweet dreams.

Then she fills her Instagram story up with all the pictures she can take of every Islander and her. She takes shots with their star center, captain, and goalie. Her and Ryder snap tongue out, ultra posed pics. She shoves at Ryder’s face as he tries to hand her another shot. Camilla and Harper join in on the pictures too- sexy, pouty faces as Liv sheds her jacket and runs around the hot VIP area in her black tank top. 

Liv is catching her breath off the dance floor with a fresh tequila soda when her phone buzzes on the bar top.

Your bed looks different these days. Have fun, baby! Call me when you get home?

He is as sweet as ever, which is so annoying to Liv. 

She sees Ryder on the dance floor with Harper, who is falling all over herself at his attention. Liv scoffs. Pathetic. Harper throws her arms around his shoulders. His hands go to her hips, holding her up and in place as her upper body sways. Everything feels like it is getting sloppy. Harper pulls herself into his chest, cuddling up into his arms. He lets her, but his eyes wander up to where Liv is. He raises his eyebrows at her. Liv shrugs in response. Ryder leans down to Harper’s ear, saying something that has her nodding. 

Liv scans the crowd as they wade through to get off the dance floor and to the stairs leading to VIP. Every woman turns their head to look at Ryder as he passes. If he notices, he doesn’t let on. Liv shakes her head in awe of it. She can feel their hot gazes judging her when he stops next to her. He throws his hands on the railing she is leaning on, smiling in greeting at her.

“Another night where you have your pick of the place.” Liv cocks a brow at him. A piece of hair falls across his forehead and instinctively, Liv reaches up to brush it away. Ryder goes still with her skin on his. He closes his eyes for a moment, then slowly turns fully towards her, setting his blue eyes on her face.

“They aren’t the girl that I want.” Liv holds his gaze for three breaths, then looks away, taking a gulp of her drink. She ignores his words, unable to comprehend fully if that was insinuation or not. She can feel the way her body responds to the alcohol. She is a little unsteady on her feet, feeling her inhibitions fall away, and the anxiety dissipate until she feels completely comfortable in her skin. 

The feeling doesn’t last as Camilla and Harper get downright sideways. Camilla is in tears crying over her ex-boyfriend with a rookie who looks like he wants to run through the brick wall to get away from her. Harper is falling asleep on the bench and the bouncer is throwing his thumb over his shoulder that she has to go. Ryder helps Liv get them back into his car. 

“Are you okay to drive?” Liv wonders before getting in.

“Yes. I’m sober. Saw you three getting wild and stopped drinking so you would be safe.” The consideration touches Liv. She is contemplative as she gets into the passenger seat. Her seatbelt clicks into place then Ryder pulls out into traffic. As the car shifts, Liv feels something shifting inside of her too. A softness is growing where she felt jealous and out of control earlier. 

Camilla rushes out of Ryder’s car as soon as he puts it into park. She tosses a wave over her shoulder leaving a passed out Harper to Ryder and Liv. They each take an arm, working together to get her into her apartment. Once inside Liv helps get Harper into bed as Ryder waits in the living room.

“Livy, do you think Ryder fell in love with me tonight? Is that why he is here helping?”

“I think he cares about you, Harp, but maybe try again when you’re sober.” Liv says to her friend. Liv ignores the twisting in her stomach at the thought of Ryder interested in someone. What audacity her tummy has to be churning right now.

Liv’s boots clack down the hall as she finds Ryder by the couch. He is looking at a picture of the three girls on one of their first weekends at Columbia. He seems out of place with his big shoulders, dark hair, and masculine presence in the overly feminine living room.

“That feels like a lifetime ago.” Liv murmurs, stopping next to him. Their shoulders brush. 

“You have lived a lot since then.”

“Yeah.” Liv smiles. “Can’t believe I’m graduating in a few months. It flew by.”

“The best years do, especially when you find a safe place to spread your wings.”

“I know it’s going to be hard for you when I leave.” Liv murmurs, sensing the sad undertone to his words. They haven’t spoken about this before, but the implication has been there.

“Yeah, it will be. I’m losing my best friend.” To comfort him, Liv laces their fingers together, tugging him towards the door to leave Harper’s behind.

“Come on, knight in shining armor. No need to get sad and sappy tonight. We have months left together.”

“True. Plus, I’ve got one more drunk girl to tuck into bed.” 

“I’m not drunk.”

“Sure, but you aren’t sober.” Liv doesn’t argue about that. Ryder makes sure the door is locked to Harper’s apartment, then puts a guiding hand on Liv’s back to walk her the two doors down to her place. 

Antsy anticipation intensifies in Liv as she pulls her keys out. Her other hand is still laced in Ryder’s comfortably. His thumb brushes along her fingers and she feels butterflies sweep the walls of her stomach.

“Liv. I’m serious. I know you’re trying to change the subject and move on, but I don’t know what I’m going to do without you. You have this effect on me. I am better when you’re around. I’m scared of who I will be without you.”

Warmth and appreciation spreads out from Liv’s chest to her extremities. That feels so good to hear. She has spent so much of the day feeling like an after thought, a throw away item when other things are more pressing. Right or wrong, Ryder fills her cup right back up. She smiles softly at him.

“See? What am I going to do without that smile.” He reaches out for her face, then drops his hand, remembering what they are to each other. Remembering who she has waiting for her in San Jose or whatever West coast city Liv said he was in. 

“We will still see each other.”

“Like this?” His voice gets huskier.

“What do you mean?”

“Just me and you. Like this. Like…” He trails off, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He gets bold, cupping her cheek with his hand. Liv closes her eyes and leans into his touch. “I’m trying so hard not to kiss you right now.” Her blue eyes open again at his confession. 

Liv should say goodnight. Right now. Danger signs bolt upright in her mind. Red flags whip in hurricane force winds. Alarms bang through her head like cartoon cymbals clamoring together. And yet, her eyes drift, down the bridge of his nose, over his slightly red cheeks, to the full, red flesh of his lips. Her top teeth tug her bottom lip into her mouth, then she runs her gaze back up those features to his eyes again.

“Livy…” He whispers her name like a secret. 

Her eyes gravitate to Ryder’s lips again, wondering what it would feel like, for one moment, to kiss someone else. But not just anybody, him. Ryder. Loneliness whispers like a siren to feel warm skin against her mouth again. To be held for a moment, desired, not put on a shelf to be taken down when hockey or school isn’t demanding attention.

Ryder leans in, keeping his eyes open, locked on Liv. Her heartbeat blasts through her ears like a freight train as he stops at 80%. All that is left between them is a slim slice of stale apartment air. His warm breath collides with hers right in front of their noses. She tilts her chin up more, perfectly evening up their mouthes. 

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz

Liv’s phone vibrates in the back pocket of her tight jeans. Her and Ryder stare at each other. Without even checking, they both somehow know it’s Luca. She never told him she was home. Now he likely worries, three thousand miles away.

“I should go.” He sighs dismally. Liv can taste his words in her mouth, feeling the flutter of the air of them on her lips. Then he turns and walks away. 

Liv doesn’t answer Luca’s call. She couldn’t speak if she wanted to anyway. 

Guilt crawls through her veins, icing her chest and making her unsteady on her feet. Ryder disappears into the elevator. Her back hits her door as she clutches her keys to her chest. 

Why did that almost happen?

And what is that sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that mirrors disappointment?

Read more Liv and Luca here.

[delusionalsturniologirl]

i need this man in my bed ASAP‼️‼️ chris where tf u at hoe?!? pull up rn 🤗🤗

guess what is my fav Chris pose

[sitp-recs]

Hey liv!! Do you have any recs of fics where there's an imbalanced power dynamic between them or an exploration of that..I guess it is sexual in a way but also not only in that aspect. I just read sth like this and thought it would be an interesting theme between harry and draco. It doesn't need to be a main thing in the plot..Thank you in advance! Kisses 💋

Hi anon! Yes, I’ve read a few fics like that and it can be a fascinating dynamic indeed! Most fics I thought about explore the teacher x student and boss x employee relationships. I hope you enjoy these:

Defined Parameters by Amelior8or (E, 4k)

Harry is a security officer on a ship stuck in the far end of the Delta Quadrant. Malfoy is the Maquis First Officer they tentatively have an alliance with. If they're going to spend the next 70,000 lightyears together, they need to define the parameters of their power. They just so happen to define it on the Holodeck, during a bout of Turkish oil wrestling.

Love, Actually, is All Around by punk_rock_yuppie (T, 10k)

It's Christmastime, and Harry has just started as the new Minister of Magic. It just so happens that Draco works in his office as well, a holdover from Kingsley's tenure. Naturally, love is in the air.

Crutch by AWickedMemory (T, 11k)

Harry has too much to do, and Draco, too little. The solution? Hire him, of course. Who knew Draco Malfoy would be such a perfect personal assistant?

Little Talks by Femme and noeon (E, 11k)

Draco's been shagging the Head Auror for months now, and he's sure it's just a fling. Until Harry asks him to a Quidditch match, that is, and things go horribly wrong.

Rebuilding Draco Malfoy by khasael (E, 11k)

Draco wants to do something to get his life back on track, but no-one seems to be taking him seriously – until he finds himself in an Auror training session led by Harry Potter.

Exiled by A_factorygirl_69 (E, 16k)

Draco is declared persona non grata by the Ministry after the War. Harry has been tasked with keeping an eye on him, ensuring he stays out of England.

UnKnown by DorthyAnn (M, 23k)

Draco just wanted a second chance, he was willing to work hard, he was willing to do whatever it took, but no one would let him live down his past. But when he recklessly casts a spell promising a new life, he's not prepared for the consequences...

The Four Doors by fluxweed (E, 49k)

It’s been four months since Harry lost his memory. Four months of dead ends and no answers. With time running out until his memories are gone for good, Harry agrees to a course of Legilimency therapy with a renowned specialist: Mind Healer Draco Malfoy.

By the Grace by lettered (T, 140k)

Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.

Tales From the Special Branch by Femme (E, WIP)

When Gawain Robards asks him to form Special Branch seven-four-alpha, Harry Potter knows they'll have to work outside the confines of the law--even though they are the law.