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hidden secrets 3/4

AHHH IM BACK SO SORRY I'VE BEEN GONE AGES I'VE BEEN ON MY SUMMER HOLIDAYS BUT IM BACK

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Olivia's pov:

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting long shadows across the walls. I stood by the window, staring out into the night, my mind clouded with guilt and regret. The moon hung high in the sky, its silver light bathing everything in an eerie glow. I turned away, unable to bear the sight, and my gaze fell on her—Y/N, lying still on the couch, her expression a mix of fear and hurt.

I never meant for this to happen. I never meant to hurt her. But the hunger had been too strong, the temptation too great. One moment of weakness, one reckless mistake, and everything had changed. I had changed her, and now she looked at me with eyes full of betrayal.

"Y/N…" I whispered, my voice barely audible. She flinched at the sound, and it broke my heart all over again. "Please, just let me explain."

She turned her head, her eyes locking onto mine, cold and distant. "Explain what, Olivia? That you couldn't control yourself? That you lied to me about not hurting me?"

The weight of her words crushed me. She was right; I had lied. I had kept my true nature hidden, fearing that she would run if she knew the truth. And now, the truth had torn us apart in the worst possible way.

"I’m so sorry," I pleaded, taking a cautious step closer. "I never wanted this for you. I never wanted to hurt you."

She sat up, wincing slightly as she did, and I could see the faint mark on her neck where my fangs had pierced her skin. The sight of it filled me with shame. "You took away my choice, Olivia," she said, her voice trembling. "You took away my trust."

I swallowed hard, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. "I know. And I can't ever make that right. But please believe me, Y/N, I still love you. I love you more than anything."

She looked away, her expression guarded. I could feel her slipping further and further away from me, and I was terrified of losing her forever. Desperation clawed at me, and I fell to my knees in front of her, reaching out but stopping just short of touching her.

“You’re everything to me,” I continued, my voice cracking. “I made a mistake—a terrible, unforgivable mistake. But I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. I’ll give you the world, Y/N. I’ll be anything you need me to be.”

She shook her head, tears glistening in her eyes. “I don’t know if I can ever forgive you, Olivia. I don’t even know if I can believe you anymore.”

I bit my lip, struggling to keep my composure. “I understand,” I said softly. “But please, believe me when I say that I never wanted this to happen. I love you, Y/N. That’s never changed.”

She looked at me, really looked at me, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of the love we once shared. But it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by the cold, hard truth of what I had done.

“I need time, Olivia,” she said finally, her voice quiet but firm. “I need to figure out if I can even look at you without feeling… this.”

I nodded, my throat tight with emotion. “Take all the time you need. I’ll be here. I’m not going anywhere.”

She stood up, walking towards the door. I watched her go, my heart aching with every step she took. I wanted to call out, to beg her to stay, but I knew that wouldn’t be fair. She needed space, and I had to respect that.

As the door closed behind her, I sank to the floor, tears spilling down my cheeks. I had lost her, maybe for good, and the pain was more than I could bear. But I would wait. I would wait for as long as it took, because Y/N was worth it. She was my everything, and I would spend eternity trying to make her love me again.

[n3vee]

Hidden secrets 2/4

!TW! light gore like blood/drinking blood

One evening, as we sat together in the living room, the tension in me reached a breaking point. You were reading a book, your presence soothing and intoxicating all at once. I watched you, my eyes drawn to the gentle pulse in your neck, the sound of your heartbeat echoing in my ears.

"Olivia, are you okay?" you asked, your voice pulling me out of my trance.

I forced a smile, nodding. "I'm fine, just... tired."

You set your book down and moved closer, concern etched on your face. "You've been so distant lately. Is something wrong?

"I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. "No, it's nothing. Really."

But you weren't convinced. You reached out, your hand brushing my cheek. The touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel my control slipping. The hunger was too strong, too overwhelming.

"Olivia," you said softly, "you can tell me anything."

I looked into your eyes, seeing the trust and love there. It made what I had to do even harder. "I... I need to go," | said abruptly, standing up.

"Go? Where?" you asked, confused and worried.

"Just for a walk. I need some air," | replied, my voice shaky.

Before you could respond, I was out the door, the cool night air hitting my face. I walked quickly, trying to put distance between us.

The hunger clawed at me, a relentless force that refused to be ignored. I could still smell your blood, hear your heartbeat, even from a distance.

I found myself at the edge of the woods, the darkness providing a small sense of solace. I leaned against a tree, taking deep breaths, trying to calm the storm inside me. But it was no use. The hunger was too strong, and it was only a matter of time before I lost control completely.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see you standing there, your face filled with concern.

"Olivia, please talk to me," you said, your voice pleading.

"I told you to stay away," I said, my voice low and trembling.

"I can't just leave you like this. I love you," you replied, stepping closer.

I backed away, fear and desperation in my eyes. "You don't understand. I can't control it."

"Control what?" you asked, taking another step forward.

"The hunger," I said, my voice breaking. "I want to drink your blood."

Your eyes widened, but there was no shock, only a deep sadness. "Olivia, I knew what you were. I accepted it. But if you can't control it..."

"I'm a vampire,im a monster. Im supposed to drink blood."I said, the truth I had never hidden from you now feeling like a confession. "And the closer I am to you, the harder it is to resist."

You stood there, processing what I had just said. The fear in your eyes broke my heart.

"Why didn't you tell me it was getting worse?"

"Because I didn't want to lose you," I replied, tears streaming down my face. "I thought I could control it, but I can't."

You took a step back, the fear turning into panic. "Olivia, I can't... I can't do this."

I reached out, desperate to make you understand. "Please, don't go. I love you."

You hesitated, your eyes filled with a mixture of fear and sadness. "I love you too, but l'm scared."

The hunger was too strong, my control slipping completely. Before I could stop myself, I lunged forward, my fangs sinking into your neck. The taste of your blood was intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure and horror through me.

You gasped, your body stiffening in shock and pain. "Olivia, stop!"

I could feel your fear, your pain, but the hunger was all-consuming. I drank deeply, the warmth of your blood filling me, making me stronger. But with each drop, the reality of what I was doing hit me harder.

I pulled back, your blood on my lips, my eyes wide with horror at what l'd done. "I'm so sorry," | whispered, my voice breaking.

You stumbled back, clutching your neck, tears streaming down your face. "How could you?"

"I... I couldn't stop," | said, my voice trembling. "I'm so sorry. Please, forgive me."

But the damage was done. The fear in your eyes was now mixed with betrayal. "I can't stay here. I can't be with you," you said, your voice filled with pain.

"Please, don't go," | pleaded, reaching out for you.

You shook your head, stepping back further.

"I have to. I can't do this anymore."

With that, you turned and ran, disappearing into the darkness. I stood there, my heart breaking as I watched you go. The hunger inside me roared, a beast that refused to be tamed.

I fell to my knees, the pain of losing you more than I could bear. The love we had shared, the bond we had built, was shattered in an instant. I had tried to protect you, but in the end, my own nature had driven you away.

As the night wore on, I remained there, alone and consumed by regret. The darkness that I had tried so hard to escape had finally caught up with me, and I knew that I would never be the same again.

[n3vee]

Hidden secrets 1/4

SOOO I WANTED TO MAKE A VAMPIRE OLIVIA X FEM READER MINI STORY THERE WILL BE FOUR PARTS SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!

I watched you from across the café, the familiar pang of hunger gnawing at me. It wasn’t just the kind of hunger that could be sated with food—it was deeper, darker. You were laughing with some friends, your smile lighting up the room. The sight of you filled me with both warmth and a desperate longing.

I couldn’t help but notice the way the light caught the pulse in your neck, the rhythm of your heartbeat drawing me in. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to rush over and take you in my arms, to taste the sweetness of your blood. I shook my head, trying to clear the thought. I couldn’t let myself go there.

You finally noticed me, your eyes lighting up as you waved me over. I took a deep breath, pushing down my darker urges, and made my way to your table.

“Hey, Olivia!” you greeted, your smile contagious. “We were just talking about you.”

“All good things, I hope,” I replied, sliding into the seat next to you. The proximity made it harder to ignore the scent of your blood, but I forced myself to focus on your words instead.

“Always,” you said, leaning in to kiss my cheek. The simple gesture sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of pleasure and torment.

The evening went by in a blur of laughter and conversation, but the whole time I was acutely aware of my need to be careful. Every touch, every brush of your hand against mine was a test of my control. I couldn’t afford to let my guard down, not even for a second.

As the night drew to a close, you turned to me with that sweet smile that melted my heart. “Walk me home?”

“Of course,” I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. I stood up, offering you my hand. You took it, your warmth seeping into me and anchoring me to the present.

We walked in comfortable silence, the cool night air helping to clear my head. I kept a firm grip on your hand, both for your safety and my own sanity.

“Thanks for tonight,” you said as we reached your doorstep. “I had a great time.”

“Me too,” I replied, meaning it despite the struggle. “Sleep well, okay?”

You nodded, leaning in for a quick kiss. “Goodnight, Olivia.”

“Goodnight,” I whispered, watching you go inside. As soon as the door closed, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. I needed to feed soon, but not from you. Never from you.

The following days were a blur of stolen moments and quiet whispers. Each day spent with you was a test of my resolve, and I knew it was only a matter of time before something gave. I tried to feed regularly, keeping my cravings in check, but nothing compared to the allure of your blood.

One evening, we were at your place, sprawled out on the couch watching a movie. Your head was resting on my shoulder, and I could feel the steady thrum of your pulse. It was driving me insane.

“Olivia, you okay?” you asked, noticing my distraction.

I nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah, just tired.”

You reached up, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “You’ve seemed a little off lately. Are you sure everything’s okay?”

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. “Everything’s fine. Just a lot on my mind.”

You gave me a concerned look but didn’t press further. Instead, you snuggled closer, your warmth and scent wrapping around me like a cocoon. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on anything but the craving.

The movie ended, and you stretched, your shirt riding up just enough to expose a sliver of skin. My eyes locked onto it, and I had to look away before the hunger took over.

“I should get going,” I said abruptly, standing up. “It’s getting late.”

You looked a bit surprised but nodded. “Okay. Will I see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, definitely,” I replied, giving you a quick, almost desperate kiss. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Olivia,” you said, still looking a bit confused. I hated leaving you like that, but I couldn’t risk losing control.

Days passed, and the strain was starting to show. I was more irritable, more distant, and you noticed. I could see the worry in your eyes, the unspoken questions hanging between us. I hated it, but I didn’t know how to make it better without putting you at risk.

One night, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed to feed, and I needed it now. I slipped out into the night, finding a secluded alley where I could hunt without being seen. The blood of a random stranger would have to do.

The hunt was quick, efficient. The blood was warm and satisfying, but it wasn’t enough. It never was. I wiped my mouth, disgusted with myself, and made my way back to your place. I needed to see you, to remind myself why I was doing this.

You opened the door, surprised to see me. “Olivia? It’s late. Is everything okay?”

I nodded, pulling you into a tight embrace. “I just needed to see you.”

You hugged me back, your warmth seeping into my cold skin. “I’m glad you’re here. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” I whispered, my voice breaking. The hunger was still there, lurking beneath the surface, but for now, I could push it aside.

We went inside, and you made us some tea. As we sat together on the couch, the weight of my secret felt heavier than ever. I needed to tell you, but I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.

“Olivia,” you said softly, breaking the silence. “Whatever it is that’s bothering you, you can tell me. I’m here for you.”

I looked into your eyes, seeing the love and concern there. It was now or never. “There’s something you need to know.”

You reached for my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “What is it?”

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the inevitable. “I’m a vampire.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and unspoken. Your grip on my hand tightened, your eyes wide with shock. “A vampire? Olivia, that can’t be real.”

“It is,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’ve been hiding it from you because I didn’t want to scare you. But I can’t keep lying to you.”

You pulled your hand away, standing up and pacing the room. “This is crazy. How… how is that even possible?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted, tears welling up in my eyes. “I was turned a long time ago, and I’ve been trying to live a normal life ever since. But being with you has made it harder to control my urges.”

You stopped pacing, looking at me with a mix of fear and something else—something I couldn’t quite place. “Your urges? You mean… to drink blood?”

I nodded, feeling ashamed. “Yes. And it’s been getting harder to resist. That’s why I’ve been distant. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

You were silent for a long moment, processing everything. Finally, you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. “Have you ever… wanted to drink my blood?”

I looked away, unable to meet your gaze. “Yes. But I would never do it. I love you too much to hurt you.”

You walked over to me, kneeling down and taking my hands in yours. “I love you too, Olivia. But this is a lot to take in.”

“I know,” I said, my voice breaking. “And if you need time, I understand. I’ll give you all the space you need.”

You shook your head, tears streaming down your face. “I don’t want space. I want to figure this out together. But you have to promise me something.”

“Anything,” I said, desperate to make things right.

“Promise me you’ll be honest with me from now on,” you said, your eyes searching mine. “No more secrets.”

“I promise,” I said, pulling you into a tight embrace. “No more secrets.”

We held each other for what felt like an eternity, the weight of my confession hanging between us. But as we sat there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I felt a glimmer of hope. We could get through this. Together.

Over the next few weeks, we worked to find a balance. I fed regularly from willing donors, keeping my urges in check. You learned more about my world, your fascination tempered by a healthy respect for the dangers it posed.

There were still moments of temptation, times when your scent and warmth made it hard to resist. But each time, I reminded myself of my promise, of the love we shared. And slowly, we found a new normal.

One evening, we were walking through the park, the moon casting a silver glow over everything. You looked so peaceful, your hand in mine, and for the first time in a while, I felt like maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.

But as we turned a corner, a figure stepped out of the shadows. My heart sank as I recognized the vampire who had turned me, his eyes glinting with malicious intent.

“Olivia,” he sneered. “I’ve missed you.”

You tightened your grip on my hand, sensing the danger. “Who is that?”

“Run,” I whispered urgently, pushing you away. “Get out of here, now!"

The vampire lunged, his speed blurring as he came toward her. I pushed her away, my instincts kicking in.

"Run!" I screamed, my voice filled with a desperation I hadn't felt in years.

She stumbled back, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. I didn't have time to see if she obeyed; my focus was entirely on the predator in front of me.

He was fast, but I was ready. I met him head-on, our bodies colliding with a force that sent shockwaves through the park. The impact pushed him back, and I took the opportunity to position myself between her and him.

"Stay away from her!" I snarled, baring my fangs.

He laughed, a dark, chilling sound. "You've grown weak, Olivia. Human love has made you soft."

His words stung, but I couldn't let them distract me. He lunged again, and this time I was ready, sidestepping and delivering a hard kick to his side. He grunted, more annoyed than hurt, and turned to face me again.

"You're protecting a human? How pathetic," he spat.

"I love her," I said, my voice steady despite the fear gnawing at me. "And I won't let you hurt her."

He sneered, baring his fangs. "Then I'll just have to go through you."

Our fight was brutal. Every punch, every kick, every slash of claws was a test of my endurance and strength. He was older, stronger, but I had something he didn't: a reason to fight.

Despite my resolve, he was gaining the upper hand. His blows were relentless, and I could feel my strength waning. I risked a glance back and saw her standing there, frozen in fear.

"Run!" I yelled again, but she was rooted to the spot, eyes wide with terror.

He took advantage of my distraction, delivering a blow that sent me crashing to the ground. Pain radiated through my body, but I forced myself to stand, to keep fighting. I couldn't let him reach her.

With a growl, he lunged at her. Summoning every ounce of strength I had left, I threw myself in his path. His claws raked across my side, the pain blinding. I screamed, but I didn't let go. I tackled him to the ground, using my body to shield her.

"Olivia!" she screamed, her voice filled with panic.

I could feel the blood pouring from my wounds, my vision starting to blur. But I couldn't give up. Not yet. I grabbed his head, twisting with all my might. There was a sickening crack, and he went limp beneath me.

Panting, I pushed his body away and tried to stand. My legs gave out, and I collapsed to the ground. She was at my side in an instant, her hands frantic as she tried to stop the bleeding.

"Olivia, please, stay with me," she begged, tears streaming down her face.

I reached up, my hand trembling, and cupped her cheek. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I had to protect you."

"You did," she said, her voice breaking. "But you can't leave me. Not like this."

Darkness was creeping in at the edges of my vision, but I forced myself to stay conscious. "I love you," I managed to say, my voice weak.

"I love you too," she sobbed, holding me close. "Please, Olivia, stay with me. We can get through this. Together."

I wanted to believe her, to hold on to that hope. But the pain was overwhelming, and I could feel my strength slipping away. As the darkness closed in, I clung to the sound of her voice, the feel of her arms around me.

"Promise me," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Promise me you'll be safe."

"I promise," she said, her voice firm despite the tears. "Just hold on, Olivia. Help is coming. Just hold on."

But as the world faded to black, I wasn't sure if I could. The pain was too much, and the darkness too inviting. I wanted to keep my promise to her, to stay with her, but my body was failing me.

As my vision dimmed completely, I felt her grip on me tighten. "No, Olivia, please," she sobbed. "Don't leave me."

The last thing I heard was the sound of her crying, the desperation in her voice tearing at my heart. I had protected her, but at what cost? The darkness swallowed me, and I was left with the haunting sound of her cries echoing in my mind.

The night was eerily silent as she sat there, cradling my limp body. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the blood on her hands. She looked around, hoping for someone, anyone, to come and help. But the park was empty, and she was alone with her grief.

A soft breeze rustled the leaves, carrying the faintest scent of blood. She shivered, clutching me tighter. "Please, Olivia," she whispered, her voice broken. "Please come back."

But there was no response, only the haunting silence of the night.

[n3vee]

can you please do olivia x f reader soulmate au where r and olivia are both famous and they meet at an invent and feel the soulmate burn. i love your writing!

AWHH THANK YOUU SMM I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS

The evening was a swirl of glamorous gowns, dazzling lights, and the murmur of animated conversations. I stood near the edge of the room, scanning the crowd as I sipped my sparkling water. The event was filled with celebrities, each more radiant than the next, but I felt a strange sense of anticipation, like something extraordinary was about to happen.

That's when I saw her.

She was standing by the grand piano, looking effortlessly elegant (a colour that matches your eyes or compliments your eyes lol) dress that matched her eyes. I'd seen her in magazines, on TV, but seeing her in person was different. There was a magnetism to her that I couldn't ignore. As if sensing my gaze, she turned and our eyes met. In that instant, the noise of the room faded, leaving just the two of us in a moment of suspended time.

I felt a jolt of recognition, like I'd known her all my life. It was a feeling that went beyond the superficial charm of celebrity encounters. It was deeper, more profound. She smiled, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

Taking a deep breath, I made my way over to her. My heart pounded with each step, a mix of excitement and nerves. When I reached her, I extended my hand, trying to keep my voice steady. "Hi, I'm Olivia. Olivia Rodrigo."

Her smile widened, and she took my hand in hers, her touch sending a warm thrill through me. "Hi, Olivia. I'm Y/N. It's so nice to finally meet you."

We chatted for a bit, the conversation flowing effortlessly. There was an undeniable connection between us, a sense of ease and familiarity that felt almost surreal. I found myself laughing more freely, feeling more like myself than I had in a long time.

As the evening wore on, we drifted away from the crowd, finding a quiet corner where we could talk without interruption. Y/N told me about her latest project, her eyes lighting up with passion and excitement. I listened, captivated by her energy and the way she spoke with such conviction.

"And what about you?" she asked, her gaze locked onto mine. "What are you working on?"

I shrugged, feeling a little shy under her intense gaze. "Just writing some new songs, trying to find the right inspiration."

Her expression softened, and she reached out to touch my arm. "I'm sure whatever you come up with will be amazing. You have such a gift, Olivia."

My heart swelled at her words, and I realized then that I didn't want this night to end. "Would you like to get out of here? Maybe grab a coffee or something?"

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "I'd love that."

We slipped out of the event, finding a cozy little café a few blocks away. It was quiet, almost empty, and we settled into a corner booth, the flickering candlelight casting a warm glow around us. We talked for hours, sharing stories, dreams, and fears. It felt like we'd known each other forever, like we were meant to find each other in this chaotic world.

As the night turned into early morning, I knew that meeting Y/N was no coincidence. There was something magical about it, something that felt like fate. We were two stars aligned, brought together by the universe in a moment of perfect synchronicity.

When it was time to part, I felt a pang of sadness, but also a sense of hope. I knew this was just the beginning of our story, and I couldn't wait to see where it would lead.

"Can I see you again?" I asked, my voice soft, almost vulnerable.

Y/N smiled, her eyes twinkling with the same warmth and affection I'd felt all night. "I'd like that, Olivia. I'd like that a lot."

As we hugged goodbye, I felt a sense of certainty settle over me. This was right. This was meant to be. And as I watched her walk away, I knew that the stars had truly aligned for us.

[n3vee]

Only mine

Olivia's POV

There she was, standing across the crowded room, laughing with someone I didn't recognize. My chest tightened with a mixture of jealousy and protectiveness. You were mine, and the thought of anyone else making you laugh like that drove me crazy.

I made my way through the crowd, my eyes never leaving you. You were wearing that dress I loved, the one that hugged your curves just right. When you finally noticed me approaching, your smile widened, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Hey, babe," you greeted, reaching out to pull me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around you, holding you a little tighter than usual.

You seemed to notice, your eyes searching mine for a moment.

"Hey," I replied, my voice soft but with an edge I couldn't quite hide. "Who's your friend?"

You glanced over your shoulder at the person you'd been talking to. "Oh, that's just Alex. We were just catching up.

I nodded, but couldn't shake the feeling of possessiveness that gnawed at me. "Right.

Well, I missed you."

Your expression softened, and you cupped my cheek with your hand. "I missed you too, Olivia."

That was all I needed to hear. I leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was more intense than usual. I wanted everyone to see, to know that you were mine. You melted into the kiss, your fingers tangling in my hair, and I felt a surge of satisfaction.

When we pulled away, you were breathless, a faint blush coloring your cheeks. "Wow, what was that for?"

I smirked, brushing my thumb over your bottom lip. "Just wanted to remind you who you belong to."

Your eyes darkened, and you bit your lip, a clear sign that my words had the desired effect. "Trust me, Olivia, I haven't forgotten."

I slipped my hand into yours, pulling you away from the crowd and toward a quieter corner of the room. "Good. Because I don't like sharing.

You chuckled, but there was a seriousness in your eyes that told me you understood. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm all yours."

I pressed you against the wall, my body flush against yours, and leaned in to whisper in your ear. "I know. And I'm going to make sure everyone else knows it too."

You shivered, your breath hitching slightly. I kissed your neck, trailing my lips down to your collarbone. You let out a soft moan, and it sent a thrill through me. "Olivia, we're in public," you protested weakly.

I pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. "Then let's get out of here. I want you all to myself."

You nodded, and we made our way out of the party, my arm securely around your waist. As soon as we were outside, I hailed a cab, eager to get you home where we could be alone.

The ride was filled with a charged silence, our hands intertwined. When we finally reached my place, I didn't waste any time. I pulled you inside, closing the door behind us, and pressed you against it, my lips finding yours in a searing kiss.

You responded with equal fervor, your hands roaming my back. I broke the kiss just long enough to look into your eyes. "You're mine," I whispered, my voice husky with desire.

"Only mine."

"Only yours," you echoed, and that was all I needed to hear.

Iled you to the bedroom, my heart pounding with a mix of love and possessiveness.

Tonight, I would show you just how much you meant to me, how deep my love for you ran.

You were my everything, and I wanted to make sure you never doubted that for a second.

As we lost ourselves in each other, the world outside ceased to exist. In this moment, it was just you and me, wrapped up in a love that was fierce, passionate, and undeniably ours.

[n3vee]

Comfort in your eyes

Olivia's POV

I could feel the tension radiating off you from the moment you walked through the door. Your usual smile was absent, replaced by a frown that tugged at my heart. I knew things had been rough for you at school lately, and it hurt me to see you like this.

"Hey," I greeted softly, moving to wrap my arms around you in a comforting hug. "How was your day?"

You sighed heavily, leaning into my embrace. "It was awful. I just can't seem to catch a break."

I held you tighter, wishing I could take all your pain away. "I'm sorry, babe. I know it's been tough. But I'm here now, and we're going to make things better, okay?"

You nodded against my shoulder, and I pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. "Why don't we do something fun to take your mind off it? How about a movie or some music?"

You managed a small smile, and it was like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds. "That sounds nice."

We settled on the couch, the soft glow of fairy lights casting a warm, comforting light around the room. I put on one of your favorite movies, hoping it would distract you from your worries. As the film played, I could see your shoulders relaxing, the tension slowly melting away.

I couldn't help but steal glances at you, admiring the way the flickering light danced across your face. You were so beautiful, even when you were stressed. I reached over and took your hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Thank you for being here," you said softly, turning to look at me. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

I felt a swell of emotion in my chest, and I leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You don't have to thank me. I love you, and I'll always be here for you."

You looked up at me, your eyes filled with gratitude and something else I couldn't quite place. I felt a warmth spread through me, a desire to make you feel loved and cherished. I brushed a strand of hair away from your face, my fingers lingering on your cheek.

"Olivia..." you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

I couldn't resist any longer. I closed the distance between us, pressing my lips to yours in a soft, lingering kiss. I felt you relax even more, your lips responding to mine. The kiss was tender, filled with unspoken promises and love.

When we finally pulled away, I rested my forehead against yours, both of us breathing a little harder. "You mean the world to me," I whispered. "And I'm going to do everything I can to make sure you know that."

You smiled, a real, genuine smile that made my heart soar. "I love you, Olivia."

I smiled back, feeling a sense of peace settle over me. "I love you too. Now, let's enjoy this movie and forget about everything else for a while, okay?"

You nodded, snuggling closer to me as we turned our attention back to the screen. I held you close, feeling your warmth seep into me, and I knew that no matter what challenges you faced, we would face them together.

AHHHH im backk sorry i was gone for awhile i was feeling really uninspired so i took short break but im bacckkk!

[n3vee]

Stars aligned

You had come to the concert with friends, but a misunderstanding had left you stranded outside the venue. With your phone battery dead and no way to contact anyone, you felt the sting of isolation more acutely than ever. As the crowds thinned, you sank onto a nearby bench, fighting back tears.

Just as the first tear escaped, a gentle voice broke through the silence. "Hey, are you okay?"

You looked up, wiping your eyes hastily. Standing in front of you was Olivia Rodrigo, still in her stage attire, her eyes filled with concern. You blinked, unable to believe your luck—or your misery—had drawn her attention.

"I... I'm fine," you stammered, trying to put on a brave face. "Just... a rough night."

Olivia frowned, her brow furrowing in empathy. "It doesn't look like you're fine. Do you need help? A ride somewhere?"

You hesitated, embarrassed by your predicament. "I don't want to bother you. You've already done so much tonight."

"It's no bother," Olivia insisted, her voice warm and sincere. "Come on, let me help. I can't leave you out here alone."

With gentle insistence, she guided you to her car, and you couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over you. Inside, the atmosphere was cozy, filled with the soft hum of the car's engine and the faint scent of vanilla.

"Where can I take you?" Olivia asked as she started the car.

You hesitated again. "I... I don't really have anywhere to go right now."

Olivia's eyes softened. "How about you come to my place, then? Just until you figure things out. You look like you could use a break."

Overwhelmed by her kindness, you nodded. "Thank you, Olivia. I don't know how to repay you."

She smiled, a glimmer of warmth lighting up her face. "Just call me Liv. And don't worry about repaying me. Let's just get you somewhere safe and comfortable, okay?"

The drive to her home was a blur, and before you knew it, you were stepping into her cozy apartment. It was warm and inviting, filled with personal touches that made it feel like a true sanctuary. Olivia led you to the living room, where she handed you a soft blanket and a cup of hot tea.

"Here," she said, sitting down beside you. "This should help. Do you want to talk about what happened?"

You took a sip of the tea, feeling its warmth spread through you. "I came to the concert with friends, but we had a fight. My phone died, and they left without me."

Olivia frowned, her concern deepening. "I'm so sorry. That sounds awful."

"It's okay," you said, your voice barely a whisper. "I just didn't expect to end up alone tonight."

"You're not alone anymore," Olivia said firmly. "You can stay here as long as you need. We can figure things out together."

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time, they were tears of gratitude. "Thank you, Liv. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't found me."

She reached out and squeezed your hand. "Everyone needs a little help sometimes. I'm just glad I was there to give it to you."

As the night went on, you talked and laughed, the weight of your loneliness lifting with each passing moment. Olivia's kindness and warmth wrapped around you like a comforting embrace, making you feel safe for the first time in hours.

By the time you drifted off to sleep on her couch, you knew that this night, which had started with heartache, had turned into something unexpectedly beautiful. And as you closed your eyes, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the serendipitous encounter that had brought you together.

[n3vee]

can you do olivia x reader! where she spots you in the crowd at one of her concerts? and thats how you met? smth cute like that??

AHH SUREE HERE YOU GO I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

The atmosphere buzzed with excitement as you stood among the throng of fans at Olivia Rodrigo’s concert. The lights dimmed, and the crowd erupted into cheers. You couldn't believe you were here, just a few rows back from the stage. Olivia’s voice filled the arena, each note resonating with your soul.

As the concert progressed, you felt an overwhelming connection with the music. Olivia's raw emotion and authenticity captivated you. During one of the songs, as you sang along, you noticed her scanning the crowd. For a fleeting moment, it seemed like her eyes locked with yours.

You thought you were imagining things, but as the song ended, Olivia paused and smiled. "You," she said, pointing in your direction. Your heart raced as you looked around, unsure if she meant you. The people around you turned and murmured, confirming it was indeed you she was addressing.

Olivia's smile widened. "Yeah, you with the (she describes something you'd wear to her concert). What's your name?"

With a mix of excitement and nervousness, you shouted your name. Olivia repeated it, her voice gentle and warm. "That's a beautiful name. Thank you for being here tonight. This next song is for you."

The crowd cheered as Olivia began to play your favorite song. You felt a rush of emotions, the music enveloping you in a way that felt deeply personal. Throughout the song, Olivia’s gaze returned to you several times, making you feel as if the rest of the crowd had disappeared.

After the concert, you lingered near the stage, hoping for a chance to thank her. To your surprise, a security guard approached you. "Olivia would like to meet you," he said.

You followed him backstage, your heart pounding with anticipation. When you entered a small room, Olivia stood there, her face lighting up as she saw you. "Hi," she said, her voice soft and genuine.

"Hi," you replied, feeling a mix of awe and shyness.

"I noticed you singing along, and you really stood out," Olivia said. "It’s fans like you that make performing so special."

You chatted for a while, discovering that Olivia was as kind and down-to-earth as you had imagined. You shared your stories, laughing and bonding over mutual interests. Before you knew it, the night had flown by.

As you were about to leave, Olivia handed you a small, signed poster. "I hope we can stay in touch," she said, scribbling her number on the back.

You smiled, your heart swelling with happiness. "I'd love that."

Walking out of the venue, you felt like you were floating. Meeting Olivia had been a dream come true, and it marked the beginning of a beautiful connection. From that night on, you kept in touch, your bond growing stronger with each passing day. And it all started with a magical moment in the crowd at her concert.

[n3vee]

Meadows

Picnic with Olivia :))

I guide her out of the car and through the soft grass, holding her hand tightly. The scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers fills the air, and the sound of rustling leaves is the only accompaniment to our footsteps.

"Okay, you can take it off now," I say softly, my voice trembling with anticipation.

She pulls the blindfold away, and I hold my breath, watching her face light up with surprise and delight. Before us lies a breathtaking meadow, an expanse of green with gentle hills and a symphony of colors from the wildflowers. Right in the middle is a plaid blanket spread out with an array of her favorite foods: fresh fruits, sandwiches, pastries, and a chilled bottle of sparkling lemonade.

"Do you like it?" I ask, biting my lip nervously.

"Like it? I love it!" she exclaims, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me close. "This is perfect, Olivia."

I laugh, the sound like music in the open air. "I wanted to do something special for you. We've both been so busy, and I thought we could use a little escape."

She leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. "You always know how to make me feel so loved."

Together, we settle on the blanket, diving into the feast I’ve prepared. Between bites of juicy strawberries and sweet macarons, we talk and laugh, sharing stories and dreams under the warm sun. Y/N looks radiant, her hair catching the light, and her eyes reflecting the happiness of the moment.

As the afternoon sun begins its descent, casting a warm glow over the meadow, I feel a wave of affection wash over me. She leans in to kiss me, gently at first, then with more passion. I respond eagerly, my hands coming up to cup her face, my touch tender and filled with love.

She pulls back just enough to whisper against my lips, "I love you, Olivia. Thank you for today. It's been magical."

My eyes shine with unshed tears, and I smile, pulling her close again. "I love you too, more than words can say. And there's nothing I'd rather do than spend my time making memories like this with you."

As the day turns to dusk, we lay together on the blanket, wrapped in each other's arms, watching the sky transition into a canvas of pinks and purples. The world seems to fade away, leaving just the two of us in our perfect little paradise, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the love that binds us together.

[n3vee]

Forbidden love

TW: !HOMOPHOBIA!

Readers pov!

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The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the park where Olivia and I often hung out. It was our favorite spot, a place where we could escape from the pressures of everyday life. We sat on a bench overlooking the lake, the silence between us comfortable and familiar.

"Hey," Olivia said softly, breaking the silence. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you."

I turned to look at her, my heart skipping a beat at the seriousness in her eyes. "What is it, Liv?"

She took a deep breath, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her shirt. "I've been thinking a lot about us lately. About how much you mean to me. And... I just can't keep it to myself any longer."

My heart raced as I waited for her to continue. Her words hung in the air, charged with emotion.

"I have feelings for you," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "More than just friends. I think about you all the time, and I can't imagine my life without you in it."

I felt a rush of emotions—surprise, joy, confusion—all mingling together. "Olivia, I... I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything right now," she said quickly, her eyes searching mine. "I just needed you to know. I've wanted to tell you for so long, but I was scared. Scared of losing you, scared you wouldn't feel the same way."

I reached out and took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Liv, I'm glad you told me. I... I think I feel the same way."

Her eyes lit up, and a smile spread across her face. "Really?"

"Really," I confirmed, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "I've been scared too. But being with you, it feels right."

We sat there for a moment, just holding hands and looking into each other's eyes. It felt like a weight had been lifted, like we could finally be honest about our feelings.

But our moment of bliss was short-lived. As I walked back home that evening, my thoughts were a jumble of excitement and anxiety. How would my parents react? They were always so strict, so set in their ways. I knew this would be a difficult conversation.

When I arrived home, my mom was in the kitchen, and my dad was watching TV. I took a deep breath and steeled myself for what I was about to say.

"Mom, Dad, can we talk?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

My mom turned to look at me, concern etching her features. "What's wrong, honey?"

"It's about Olivia," I began, feeling my heart pound in my chest. "She... she told me she has feelings for me. And I have feelings for her too."

The room fell silent. My dad muted the TV and turned to face me, his expression unreadable. My mom's face went pale, and she set down the dish she was washing.

"Feelings?" my dad finally said, his voice stern. "What kind of feelings?"

I swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Romantic feelings. We want to be together."

My mom's eyes widened, and she shook her head slowly. "No. Absolutely not."

"Mom, please," I pleaded, my voice breaking. "We care about each other. Why can't you just be happy for me?"

My dad stood up, his face flushed with anger. "This is not happening. You will not see her again. Do you understand?"

Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked between them. "Why? Why are you being like this?"

"Because it's not right," my mom said, her voice trembling. "You're too young to understand what you're doing. This is just a phase."

"It's not a phase," I insisted, feeling desperation claw at my insides. "I love her."

"Enough," my dad said, his voice cold and final. "You will not see Olivia again. If you do, there will be consequences."

I ran to my room, slamming the door behind me. Tears streamed down my face as I collapsed onto my bed. How could they be so cruel? How could they not understand?

A few moments later, my phone buzzed with a text. It was Olivia.

"Hey, how did it go with your parents?"

I hesitated for a moment before replying. "Not good. They forbid me from seeing you."

Her response came almost immediately. "I'm so sorry. I can't believe they're doing this. We'll figure something out, okay? I won't give up on us."

Her words were a small comfort, but I knew things were going to be difficult. I didn't want to lose her, but defying my parents would be nearly impossible.

Days passed, and I was miserable. I missed Olivia terribly, and the thought of never seeing her again was unbearable. I tried talking to my parents again, but their stance remained firm. They were convinced it was for my own good, that I would thank them later.

One evening, as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my phone buzzed with a call. It was Olivia. I answered, my heart aching at the sound of her voice.

"I miss you," she said softly.

"I miss you too," I replied, feeling tears prick at my eyes again. "I don't know what to do, Liv. They won't listen."

"We'll figure something out," she promised. "Meet me tomorrow, at the park. Just for a little while. We can be careful."

I hesitated, knowing the risks. But the thought of seeing her again, even for a few moments, was too tempting to resist. "Okay. I'll be there."

The next day, I snuck out of the house and made my way to the park. My heart raced with anticipation and fear. When I saw Olivia waiting by our bench, all my worries melted away. She smiled when she saw me, and I ran into her arms, holding her tightly.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered. "I hate this. I hate being away from you."

"I know," she said, stroking my hair. "But we're here now. And we'll find a way to make this work."

We sat on the bench, holding hands and talking about everything and nothing. For a while, it felt like things were normal, like we could be together without any obstacles.

"I love you," she said suddenly, her eyes filled with determination. "No matter what happens, I love you. And we'll get through this."

"I love you too," I replied, squeezing her hand. "We'll figure it out. We have to."

As the sun set and the sky darkened, we knew it was time to part ways. I reluctantly stood up, feeling a pang of sadness at the thought of leaving her.

"I'll see you soon," she said, kissing my forehead. "We'll find a way."

I nodded, trying to hold back my tears. "I believe you."

As I walked back home, I felt a renewed sense of hope. Our love was strong, and I knew we would find a way to be together, no matter what obstacles lay in our path.

Over the next few weeks, Olivia and I continued to meet in secret. Every stolen moment felt precious, but the constant hiding and sneaking around began to wear on us. The stress of keeping our relationship a secret from my parents and the fear of being caught was overwhelming.

One day, as I was leaving the house to meet Olivia, my mom stopped me at the door.

"Where are you going?" she asked, suspicion in her eyes.

"Just out for a walk," I lied, my heart pounding.

"You're meeting her, aren't you?" she accused, her voice rising.

"No, I'm not," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Don't lie to me," she snapped. "I saw the text messages. You've been sneaking out to see her."

Panic washed over me. "Mom, please, just listen—"

"No!" she shouted. "You're grounded. You're not leaving this house. Ever again."

"But Mom, I love her!" I cried, tears streaming down my face. "Why can't you understand that?"

"It's for your own good," she said coldly. "You need to stay away from her. End of discussion."

I ran to my room, slamming the door behind me. Despair overwhelmed me as I realized the gravity of the situation. My parents were never going to accept my relationship with Olivia. They were never going to let me see her again.

The next day, I managed to sneak a quick message to Olivia, explaining what had happened. Her response was immediate.

"Meet me tonight. We need to talk."

That evening, I waited until my parents were asleep before slipping out of the house. My heart raced as I made my way to the park, where Olivia was waiting. When I saw her, the look of concern on her face broke my heart.

"Liv," I began, tears already forming in my eyes. "I don't know what to do. They won't let me see you."

"I know," she said softly, pulling me into her arms. "We'll figure something out. We have to."

We sat on the bench, holding each other tightly, as if the strength of our embrace could keep the world at bay. But as the minutes passed, the reality of our situation sank in. We couldn't keep sneaking around forever. Sooner or later, we would get caught.

"I can't keep doing this," I whispered, my voice trembling. "The stress, the fear... it's too much."

"I know," Olivia said, her own voice breaking. "I don't want to lose you, but I don't want to see you suffer either."

We sat in silence as the sun set

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Days turned into weeks, and the weight of our secret meetings grew heavier. My parents' watchful eyes made it increasingly difficult to see Olivia. Each encounter was bittersweet, a stolen moment tinged with the fear of discovery.

One rainy afternoon, I received a message from Olivia that made my heart skip a beat.

"Meet me at the old bookstore tonight. I have a plan."

I knew the risks, but the thought of being with Olivia again, even for a brief moment, was irresistible. That evening, I made my way to the bookstore, my heart pounding with anticipation and anxiety. The smell of old books and the soft hum of rain against the windows created a cocoon of intimacy and secrecy.

Olivia was waiting for me in a secluded corner, her eyes lighting up when she saw me. She pulled me into a tight embrace, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist.

"I've missed you so much," she whispered, her breath warm against my ear.

"I've missed you too," I replied, pulling back to look into her eyes. "What's the plan?"

"We can't keep living like this," she said, her voice filled with determination. "We need to take control of our own lives. I've been thinking... what if we ran away together?"

Her words hung in the air, a mixture of hope and desperation. The idea of escaping with Olivia, of leaving behind the oppressive weight of my parents' disapproval, was tempting. But it was also terrifying.

"Run away?" I echoed, my voice trembling. "Where would we go? How would we survive?"

"I've saved up some money," Olivia explained, her grip on my hands tightening. "We could start fresh somewhere new. Somewhere we can be ourselves without fear."

I felt a rush of emotions—fear, excitement, doubt. The thought of leaving everything behind was daunting, but the idea of being free with Olivia, of living our lives without constraints, was a dream worth chasing.

"When?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Tomorrow night," she said. "Pack what you can. We'll meet here at midnight."

I nodded, feeling a surge of determination. "I'll be here."

The next day passed in a blur of nervous anticipation. I packed a small bag with essentials, careful to avoid arousing my parents' suspicion. As night fell, I waited until the house was silent before sneaking out, my heart pounding with every step.

When I arrived at the bookstore, Olivia was already there, a look of relief washing over her face when she saw me. We embraced, our hearts beating in sync.

"Are you ready?" she asked, her eyes filled with hope.

"Ready," I confirmed, gripping my bag tightly.

We left the bookstore hand in hand, making our way to the bus station. The city lights flickered in the rain, casting a shimmering glow on the wet pavement. It felt surreal, like we were characters in a movie, embarking on a daring adventure.

As we boarded the bus, I felt a mixture of fear and exhilaration. We were taking a leap into the unknown, but we were doing it together. We found seats at the back, holding hands as the bus pulled away from the station.

For a while, it felt like we were invincible, like nothing could stop us. But as the hours passed and the city faded into the distance, reality began to set in. We had no plan, no destination, just the hope that love would be enough to see us through.

We arrived in a small town at dawn, exhausted but determined. We found a cheap motel and checked in, collapsing onto the bed in each other's arms. For a moment, it felt like we had won, like we had escaped the suffocating grip of my parents and found our own little corner of the world.

But the euphoria was short-lived. The challenges of starting over with limited resources soon became apparent. Finding jobs, securing a place to live—it was all harder than we had anticipated. The stress began to take its toll, and the cracks in our plan started to show.

One evening, as we sat in our cramped motel room, Olivia turned to me with a pained expression.

"This isn't how I imagined it," she admitted, her voice filled with frustration. "I thought we could make it work, but it's so much harder than I thought."

"I know," I said, feeling a lump form in my throat. "But we can't give up. We have to keep trying."

Days turned into weeks, and our situation became increasingly desperate. The money Olivia had saved was running out, and finding stable work in a small town proved difficult. Tensions grew, and the stress of our predicament began to strain our relationship.

One night, after a particularly difficult day, we sat in silence, the weight of our situation hanging heavily in the air. Olivia broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Maybe we should go back."

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. "Go back? To what? To being apart?"

"I don't know," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. "I just don't know how much more of this I can take."

The realization that our dream of escaping together was crumbling was devastating. We had risked everything, only to find ourselves in a situation that felt even more hopeless than before.

That night, as we lay in bed, Olivia held me close, her tears dampening my shirt. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. "I wanted to be strong for you, but I don't know if I can do this anymore."

"I love you," I said, my own voice breaking. "No matter what happens, I love you."

The next morning, we packed our bags in silence. The decision to return home felt like a defeat, but it was the only option left. We boarded a bus back to the city, the journey filled with a heavy sense of resignation.

When we arrived back in the city, reality hit us hard. My parents were waiting for me, their expressions a mix of anger and relief. They had been frantic with worry, and their relief at seeing me was tempered by their disapproval of what I had done.

"We'll talk about this later," my dad said, his voice stern but relieved. "For now, let's just get you home."

As we drove back, I looked out the window, my heart aching with the knowledge that our dream had failed. The city lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors, mirroring the confusion and sorrow in my heart.

Back home, my parents laid down strict rules, monitoring my every move. They were determined to keep me away from Olivia, convinced that it was for my own good. I felt like a prisoner in my own home, the freedom I had tasted slipping away.

Days turned into weeks, and the distance between Olivia and me grew. We tried to stay in touch, but the constant surveillance made it nearly impossible. The dream we had fought so hard for seemed like a distant memory, a beautiful but unattainable illusion.

One evening, as I lay in bed, my phone buzzed with a message from Olivia. My heart ached as I read her words, filled with love and sorrow.

"I miss you. I miss us. But maybe... maybe it's time to let go."

Tears streamed down my face as I replied, my heart breaking with every word.

"I miss you too. I love you, always. But maybe you're right. Maybe it's time."

That night, I cried myself to sleep, the weight of our lost dream pressing down on me. The next day, I faced my parents with a heavy heart, the knowledge that I had lost the love of my life weighing heavily on my soul.

Life went on, but the pain of our separation never fully faded. I carried Olivia in my heart, a bittersweet reminder of a love that had burned brightly but was ultimately extinguished by the harsh realities of the world.

[n3vee]

Jealous hearts

Jealous Olivia :( (this is a request from @swiftsmlb!!)

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I spotted her from across the room, laughing and talking animatedly with someone I didn't recognize. My heart clenched uncomfortably in my chest as I watched them. She looked so happy, so engaged. It was supposed to be our night, and yet she was giving all her attention to someone else.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the rising tide of jealousy. It wasn't like me to get this worked up, but I couldn't help it. She was special, and seeing her with someone else felt like a knife twisting in my gut.

"Hey, Liv, you okay?" one of my friends asked, noticing my distracted state.

"Yeah, just give me a minute," I replied, forcing a smile before making my way over to her.

As I approached, I could hear her laughter, see the way her eyes sparkled as she talked. The person she was with—a tall, attractive woman—was hanging on her every word. It made my blood boil.

"Hey," I said, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. "Having fun?"

She turned to me, her smile faltering a little when she saw the look on my face. "Olivia, hey! I was just catching up with an old friend. This is Taylor."

Taylor offered me a friendly smile, but I barely acknowledged it. My focus was entirely on her. "Can I talk to you for a second?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light.

"Sure," she said, giving Taylor an apologetic look before following me to a quieter corner of the room. "What's up?"

"What's up?" I repeated, my voice rising despite my efforts to stay calm. "I've been standing there watching you give all your attention to someone else for the past hour."

She frowned, clearly taken aback. "Olivia, it's not like that. Taylor is just an old friend. We were catching up."

"An old friend who's clearly very interested in you," I snapped, unable to keep the bitterness out of my voice.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Liv, you're overreacting. There's nothing going on between us."

"Then why did it look like you were enjoying her company more than mine?" I shot back, feeling the tears of frustration prick at the corners of my eyes.

"Why are you acting like this?" she asked, her voice a mixture of confusion and annoyance. "It's just a conversation."

"Just a conversation?" I echoed, my voice growing louder. "You were practically glowing, and she couldn't take her eyes off you. How am I supposed to feel?"

"Like you trust me!" she replied, her voice rising to match mine. "I can't believe you're getting this worked up over nothing."

"Nothing? It didn't look like nothing to me," I said, my frustration boiling over. "It looked like you were enjoying her attention a little too much."

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Liv, you're blowing this out of proportion. I care about you, not her. You have to believe that."

I looked away, feeling a mixture of anger and hurt. "I just... I don't want to lose you."

"You're not going to lose me," she said softly, stepping closer and placing a hand on my arm. "But you need to trust me, Olivia. We can't keep doing this."

I met her gaze, my anger slowly dissipating. "I'm sorry. I just get so scared sometimes. You're everything to me, and the thought of losing you to someone else terrifies me."

She pulled me into a hug, her touch soothing my frayed nerves. "I understand. But you have to trust that I feel the same way about you. You're the one I want to be with."

I buried my face in her shoulder, taking comfort in her presence. "Promise?"

"Promise," she whispered, pulling back to look me in the eyes. "Now, let's get out of here. Just the two of us."

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "I'd like that."

We left the party, hand in hand, finding a quiet spot where we could be alone. I led her to a small, cozy café nearby that I knew stayed open late. We found a corner booth, and I ordered us some hot cocoa, hoping to warm both of our spirits.

"Thank you for bringing me here," she said, her fingers lacing with mine across the table.

"Of course," I replied, squeezing her hand. "I just needed some time alone with you. I'm sorry I got so jealous."

She smiled gently. "It's okay, Olivia. I understand. But you don't have to worry about anyone else. I'm here with you because I want to be."

Her words reassured me, but I still felt a lingering doubt. "It's just... I see how people look at you, and it scares me. I don't want to lose you."

"You won't," she said firmly. "You're the only one I want, Liv. You have to trust me."

"I do trust you," I said, meeting her gaze. "It's just hard sometimes. You're amazing, and I guess I feel like I have to keep proving myself to you."

"You don't have to prove anything," she said, her eyes softening. "Just be yourself. That's all I want."

Our drinks arrived, and we sipped them in comfortable silence for a while. The warmth of the cocoa and the cozy atmosphere helped ease the tension I had been feeling. After a few minutes, she reached out and took my hand again.

"Let's make a deal," she said, her voice soft but serious. "No more jealousy. If either of us feels insecure, we'll talk about it. No assumptions, no jumping to conclusions. Deal?"

I nodded, grateful for her understanding. "Deal."

We finished our drinks and left the café, walking hand in hand down the quiet streets. The night was cool, but her presence made me feel warm and secure. We talked about everything and nothing, just enjoying each other's company.

Eventually, we found ourselves at a small park. The playground was empty, and we took a seat on one of the swings, gently swaying back and forth. She leaned her head on my shoulder, and I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close.

"This is nice," she murmured, her eyes half-closed.

"Yeah, it is," I agreed, feeling a sense of peace settle over me. "I'm sorry again for getting so worked up. I just care about you so much."

"I know," she said, lifting her head to look at me. "And I care about you too. We're going to be okay, Olivia. As long as we have each other, we'll be fine."

I smiled, feeling the truth of her words. "You're right. We will be."

We stayed there for a while, just enjoying the quiet night and each other's presence. Eventually, we decided to head back to her place. As we walked, I felt a renewed sense of hope and confidence in our relationship. We could get through anything as long as we communicated and trusted each other.

When we reached her doorstep, she turned to me with a smile. "Thank you for tonight, Liv. I had a wonderful time, despite everything."

"Me too," I said, leaning in to kiss her softly. "Let's do this again soon. Just us."

"Definitely," she replied, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Goodnight, Olivia."

"Goodnight, beautiful," I said, watching as she slipped inside.

As I walked back to my car, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. Spoiling her, seeing her smile, it all made me happier than I could have ever imagined. And I knew that this was just the beginning of something truly special.

[n3vee]

Leave some requests in comments or something because im out of ideas😭

[n3vee]

first person Olivia Rodrigo fanfic! I wouldnt say its nsfw but it's little flirty Olivia though😋🤭 its wlw to

Charmed nights

I spotted her from across the room, standing by the bar and chatting with some friends. She looked effortlessly beautiful, her laughter carrying over the noise and drawing me in like a magnet. I couldn’t help but smile. Tonight was going to be fun.

Making my way through the crowd, I finally reached her side. "Hey," I said, my voice smooth as I tapped her shoulder.

She turned, her eyes lighting up when she saw me. "Olivia! I didn't expect to see you here."

I leaned in a little closer, lowering my voice so only she could hear. "Well, I couldn't miss out on the chance to see you, could I?"

She blushed, and it was the cutest thing. "You’re too sweet."

"Only for you," I teased, winking. "Let me buy you a drink."

I signaled the bartender and ordered us both something fancy. As we waited, I couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes flickered around the room, a mix of excitement and nerves. It made me want to spoil her even more.

"Actually," I said, taking her hand and gently pulling her towards the VIP section, "I have something better in mind."

We made our way to a private area where a few of my friends were lounging around. The moment we sat down, I motioned for the waiter to bring us a bottle of champagne. "I thought you might enjoy this," I said, handing her a glass.

She looked at me, eyes wide with surprise. "Olivia, this is too much."

I shrugged, leaning back and draping an arm around her shoulders. "Nothing's too much for you. Besides," I added, letting my hand trace patterns on her arm, "I love spoiling you."

We chatted and laughed, the champagne flowing freely. I could tell she was relaxing, her initial shyness melting away. Every so often, I'd catch her looking at me with a mixture of admiration and something more.

"Come here," I said after a while, pulling her onto my lap. She hesitated for a moment but then settled in, fitting perfectly against me.

"Is this okay?" she asked softly, her breath warm against my neck.

"More than okay," I whispered, wrapping my arms around her waist. "I like having you close."

The night went on, and I found myself buying her little gifts—trinkets from the venue's shop, a beautiful bracelet that caught her eye. Each time, she protested, but I just shook my head, enjoying the way her face lit up with each new surprise.

"You don’t have to do this," she said at one point, turning to face me as she played with the bracelet on her wrist.

"I know," I replied, my voice gentle. "But I want to. You deserve to be treated like a queen."

She smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my cheek. "Thank you, Olivia."

"For you, anytime," I said, tilting her chin up to meet my gaze. "Now, how about we dance?"

I stood up, pulling her with me. The music was perfect, and we swayed together, lost in our own little world. Holding her close, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection. This felt right, like she belonged in my arms.

As the night drew to a close, I walked her back to her place, our fingers intertwined. "I had an amazing time tonight," she said softly, stopping at her doorstep.

"Me too," I replied, leaning in to brush my lips against hers. "Let’s do this again soon."

She nodded, her smile radiant. "I’d love that."

"Good," I said, pulling her in for a final, lingering kiss. "Because I can’t wait to spoil you some more."

---

The next morning, I woke up with a smile on my face, already planning our next outing. I sent her a quick text: "Good morning, beautiful. Free tonight? I have a surprise for you."

She replied almost instantly: "Good morning! That sounds exciting. Can’t wait :)"

I spent the day setting up the perfect date. By evening, I picked her up, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw the luxury car I'd rented for the occasion.

"Wow, Olivia, this is amazing," she said, running her fingers along the sleek exterior.

"Only the best for you," I replied, opening the door for her. "Hop in."

We drove to an upscale restaurant, the kind with candlelit tables and a stunning view of the city skyline. As we walked in, the maître d' greeted us warmly and led us to a private table by the window.

"Olivia, this place is incredible," she whispered, her eyes wide as she took in the elegant decor.

"I'm glad you like it," I said, smiling as I poured us some wine. "I wanted tonight to be special."

We spent the evening talking and laughing, the connection between us growing stronger with each passing moment. After dinner, I took her to a rooftop garden I'd reserved just for us. The view was breathtaking, the city lights twinkling below us.

"This is magical," she said, turning to me with a look of wonder in her eyes.

I took her hand, pulling her close. "Not as magical as you," I said, leaning in to kiss her gently.

She melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around my neck. When we finally pulled back, I couldn’t help but smile at the way she looked at me, her eyes filled with warmth and affection.

"Thank you for tonight," she said softly. "It’s been perfect."

"Anything for you," I replied, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "You deserve the world."

As the night went on, we sat on a plush bench, her head resting on my shoulder. I loved having her close, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. It was moments like these that made all the craziness of my life worthwhile.

"Do you do this for all your friends?" she teased, looking up at me with a playful glint in her eyes.

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Only for the ones I want to keep around for a long time."

"Well, in that case," she said, snuggling closer, "I think you’re stuck with me."

"Good," I replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Because I wouldn’t have it any other way."

As the evening drew to a close, I drove her home, the car ride filled with comfortable silence. When we reached her place, I walked her to her door, not wanting the night to end.

"Thank you, Olivia," she said, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me. "Tonight was incredible."

"I’m glad you enjoyed it," I said, smiling down at her. "Let’s do it again soon."

"Definitely," she replied, her eyes sparkling. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, beautiful," I said, watching as she slipped inside.

As I walked back to the car, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. Spoiling her, seeing her smile, it all made me happier than I could have ever imagined. And I knew that this was just the beginning of something truly special.

[n3vee]

Sad Olivia :(

The tour had been grueling, a relentless schedule of performances, interviews, and travel. Olivia had been pushing herself to the limit, and you could see the toll it was taking on her. Despite her bright smile on stage and in front of the cameras, you knew the truth. When the lights dimmed and the audience's cheers faded, Olivia was left alone with her thoughts, and they weren't kind.

You had just returned to the hotel room after another sold-out show. The euphoria of the performance still lingered in the air, but Olivia's demeanor was far from celebratory. She sat on the edge of the bed, her head in her hands, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

Your heart ached seeing her like this. "Liv?" you called softly, approaching her. "Are you okay?"

She looked up, her eyes red and swollen from crying. "I can't do this anymore," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I'm so tired."

You sat down beside her, wrapping your arms around her. "You don't have to do this alone," you said gently. "I'm here for you."

She leaned into your embrace, her body trembling. "I just feel so empty," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "No matter how much I achieve, it never feels like enough. I feel like I'm drowning."

You held her tighter, rubbing soothing circles on her back. "It's okay to feel this way, Olivia. You've been through so much, and it's natural to feel overwhelmed. But you don't have to go through it alone. I'm here, and I love you."

She clung to you, her sobs growing louder. "I don't know what I'd do without you," she confessed. "I feel like I'm falling apart, and you're the only thing holding me together."

You kissed the top of her head, your heart breaking for her. "We'll get through this together," you promised. "One step at a time. You don't have to be strong all the time. It's okay to lean on me."

She nodded, her breathing slowly calming as she found solace in your embrace. "I don't know how to make it stop," she said, her voice still shaky. "The sadness, the emptiness. It feels like it's consuming me."

You pulled back slightly, cupping her face in your hands. "We can get help, Liv. You don't have to fight this battle on your own. We can find a therapist, someone who can help you navigate these feelings. It's okay to ask for help."

Her eyes searched yours, hope flickering in their depths. "You really think it will help?" she asked, her voice small.

"I do," you said firmly. "And I'll be with you every step of the way. You're not alone, Olivia. We'll face this together."

She took a deep breath, nodding slowly. "Okay," she whispered. "I'll try. For you."

You smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. "For us," you corrected gently. "We'll get through this, Liv. I believe in you."

As you held her close, the weight of her pain seemed to lift just a little. It wouldn't be an easy journey, but you knew that with love, support, and professional help, Olivia could find her way back to the light. And you would be there, every step of the way, holding her hand and reminding her that she was never alone.

[n3vee]

Bound by shadows

The evening air was cool as you stepped out of the concert hall, the distant hum of the crowd still echoing in your ears. Olivia's concert had been incredible, as always, and the afterparty was in full swing. But right now, you just needed a breath of fresh air. The sky was a deep shade of navy, the stars twinkling above as you leaned against the railing, taking a moment to collect your thoughts.

You hadn't been outside for more than a minute when you felt a familiar presence behind you. Before you could turn around, Olivia's hands were on your shoulders, spinning you to face her. Her eyes, usually so warm and inviting, were dark and intense.

"Who was that you were talking to?" she demanded, her voice low but edged with steel.

"Olivia, it was just a friend from college," you tried to explain, but she cut you off, pressing you against the wall of the building.

"I don't like seeing you with other people," she hissed, her face inches from yours. "Especially not other women."

"Liv, you're being ridiculous," you protested, trying to push her away gently. "We were just catching up. There's nothing going on."

But Olivia's grip on your wrists tightened, her body pressing closer to yours. "You don't understand," she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. "I can't stand the thought of you with someone else. You're mine."

Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of fear and something else you couldn't quite name. You knew Olivia loved you deeply, but her jealousy and possessiveness were becoming suffocating.

"Olivia, you need to let go," you said softly, trying to keep your voice calm. "We need to talk about this."

For a moment, it seemed like she might relent. Her grip loosened slightly, and her eyes softened. But then she shook her head, her expression hardening again.

"No," she said firmly. "You belong to me, and I won't let anyone take you away."

Before you could respond, she leaned in, capturing your lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. Your body responded automatically, melting into her embrace even as your mind screamed for space, for freedom.

When she finally pulled back, you were both breathing heavily. Olivia rested her forehead against yours, her eyes closed. "I love you so much," she whispered, a hint of vulnerability in her voice. "I just can't lose you."

You swallowed hard, knowing you needed to address this but unsure how. "Olivia, I love you too," you said gently. "But we need to find a way to make this work without you feeling like you have to control everything."

She nodded slowly, her grip on your wrists finally relaxing. "I know," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "I'll try. For you."

You reached up, cupping her face in your hands. "That's all I ask," you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "We'll get through this together."

---

The next few weeks were a whirlwind. Olivia's tour was in full swing, and you traveled with her, supporting her at every show. But her possessiveness hadn't waned entirely. Every time she saw you talking to someone else, her eyes would darken with jealousy. She was always watching, always hovering, her need for control a constant undercurrent in your relationship.

One night, after another sold-out show, you found yourself in yet another hotel room, the city lights flickering outside the window. You were exhausted, longing for a moment of peace, but Olivia had other plans. She cornered you as soon as the door closed behind you, her hands gripping your arms.

"Who was that guy backstage?" she demanded, her eyes blazing with anger.

"Olivia, he was just a fan," you sighed, trying to keep your voice steady. "He wanted an autograph."

"Don't lie to me!" she snapped, her grip tightening. "I saw the way he looked at you."

You winced, feeling the bruises already forming under her fingers. "Liv, please," you pleaded. "You need to trust me."

"Trust you?" she laughed bitterly, her eyes narrowing. "How can I trust you when you're always with other people?"

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your composure. "Olivia, I love you," you said softly. "But this has to stop. You can't keep treating me like this."

For a moment, Olivia looked like she might explode. But then her expression crumbled, and she released her grip on your arms, stepping back. "I don't know what to do," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I love you so much it hurts. I can't lose you."

You stepped forward, wrapping your arms around her. "I'm not going anywhere," you assured her, your voice gentle. "But we need to find a way to make this work. You need to talk to someone about this. We can't keep going like this."

Olivia nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I know," she whispered. "I'll do anything to keep you. I'll get help."

---

Over the next few months, Olivia started seeing a therapist. It wasn't easy, and there were still moments when her jealousy flared up, but things slowly began to improve. She learned to control her impulses, to trust you, and to let go of some of her need for control.

One evening, as you sat together on the balcony of your apartment, watching the sunset, Olivia took your hand in hers. "Thank you for sticking with me," she said softly. "I know it hasn't been easy."

You smiled, squeezing her hand. "I love you, Liv," you said simply. "We'll get through anything together."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city, you knew that your love was strong enough to overcome any obstacle. It wouldn't always be easy, but as long as you had each other, you knew you could face anything that came your way.

[n3vee]

OLIVIA RODRIGO X READER ANGST

Title: "The Cost of Fame"

Chapter 1: The Distance Between Us

The lights of the city twinkled through the window, casting a soft glow on the apartment you once shared with Olivia. The place was filled with memories of laughter, music, and stolen moments of peace amidst the chaos of both your rising careers. But tonight, the space felt unbearably empty.

Olivia had just left for her latest tour, a whirlwind of concerts and promotional events that would take her away for months. You understood the demands of her career, being an artist yourself, but understanding didn’t make the loneliness any easier to bear.

You sighed, sitting down at the piano where you and Olivia had written so many songs together. Your fingers hovered over the keys, but no melody came. All you could think about was the growing distance between you, both physical and emotional.

The phone buzzed, and you picked it up to see a message from Olivia.

Olivia:Just landed. Miss you already.

You typed back a quick reply, trying to sound upbeat.

You:Miss you too. Knock ’em dead out there.

You stared at the screen, hoping for more, but the silence stretched on. With a heavy heart, you closed the piano lid and headed to bed, the sheets cold and uninviting without her warmth beside you.

Chapter 2: Fractured Connection

Days turned into weeks, and the tour kept Olivia busy. The time zones and packed schedules made it hard to keep in touch. When you did talk, the conversations were brief and often filled with static from bad connections.

One night, after a particularly rough day in the studio, you decided to call her. The phone rang several times before going to voicemail. You sighed, leaving a message.

"Hey, Liv. Just wanted to hear your voice. Call me when you get a chance, okay? I love you."

You hung up, feeling more alone than ever. The late-night calls that used to bring comfort now only highlighted the gap between you. You knew Olivia was giving her all to her fans and her music, but a part of you resented that there was so little left for you.

The next morning, you woke to a text from Olivia.

Olivia:Sorry I missed your call. Crazy day. I’ll try to call later.

You:It’s okay. I understand. Just miss you a lot.

The promised call never came. Days went by with sporadic texts and fleeting moments of connection. You tried to focus on your own music, pouring your emotions into your work, but every song seemed to turn into a lament for the love you felt slipping through your fingers.

Chapter 3: Breaking Point

One evening, you were scrolling through social media when you saw a series of photos from Olivia’s latest concert. She looked stunning, her energy electric as she performed. There were candid shots of her laughing with her crew, looking relaxed and happy. It should have made you smile, but instead, it felt like a punch to the gut.

She seemed so distant, so out of reach. And while she was living her dream, you were left behind, trying to hold on to something that felt like it was slipping away.

In a moment of frustration, you typed out a message.

You:Olivia, we need to talk. I can’t keep doing this. We’re drifting apart, and it’s killing me.

You stared at the screen, your finger hovering over the send button. Part of you wanted to delete it, to avoid the confrontation, but another part knew it was necessary. You hit send and waited, your heart pounding.

Minutes felt like hours before her reply came.

Olivia:I know. I feel it too. Let’s talk tonight. I’ll call you after the show.

That night, you sat by the phone, waiting. The minutes ticked by, and the call finally came. You answered on the first ring.

"Olivia."

"Y/N," she sighed, her voice heavy with exhaustion. "I’m so sorry. I’ve been so caught up in everything, and I’ve neglected you. I never wanted this to happen."

Tears filled your eyes, but you tried to keep your voice steady. "I know, Olivia. I understand that your career is important. But I need you too. I need to feel like we’re in this together, not just two people living separate lives."

"I miss you so much," she whispered. "I hate that I’ve made you feel this way. I don’t want to lose you."

"You’re not losing me," you said, your voice breaking. "But we need to find a way to make this work. I can’t keep feeling like I’m alone in this relationship."

"I promise," Olivia said, her voice full of determination. "I’ll do better. We’ll do better. I love you, Y/N. Please, don’t give up on us."

"I love you too," you replied, a mix of hope and fear swirling in your chest. "We’ll figure this out."

Chapter 4: Effort and Sacrifice

The conversation marked a turning point. Olivia made a concerted effort to bridge the gap, calling more often, sending thoughtful messages, and even surprising you with a visit when her tour brought her closer to home. Each gesture rekindled the connection between you, reminding you of why you fell in love with her in the first place.

But the reality of your separate lives still loomed large. The late-night calls and fleeting visits were band-aids on a wound that needed more than temporary fixes. You both knew that something had to give if your relationship was going to survive.

One night, as you lay in bed together, Olivia turned to you, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and sadness.

"Y/N, I’ve been thinking a lot about us," she began, her voice soft but steady. "I love you more than anything, but this long-distance thing… it’s tearing us apart. I don’t want to lose you, but I don’t want to keep hurting you either."

"I don’t want to lose you either," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. "But what can we do? Your career is skyrocketing, and I don’t want to be the one holding you back."

"You’re not holding me back," she insisted, taking your hand. "You’re my anchor, my inspiration. But maybe… maybe we need to take a step back, figure out what’s best for both of us."

The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of the decision. Neither of you wanted to face the possibility of a breakup, but the strain was becoming too much to bear.

"Maybe we need some time apart," you suggested, your heart breaking even as you said the words. "Not because we don’t love each other, but because we need to find ourselves again, figure out what we really want."

Olivia’s eyes filled with tears, but she nodded. "Maybe you’re right. I hate this, but I don’t want to lose you completely. Let’s take some time, focus on our own paths, and see where we end up."

Chapter 5: The Price of Love

The decision to take a break was one of the hardest things you’d ever done. The weeks that followed were a blur of conflicting emotions. You missed Olivia desperately, but you also felt a sense of clarity that had been missing for a long time.

You threw yourself into your music, using the pain and longing as fuel for your creativity. The songs that poured out of you were raw and honest, capturing the essence of your heartbreak and the love that still lingered.

Olivia did the same, channeling her emotions into her performances and songwriting. Her fans noticed a new depth to her music, a vulnerability that resonated deeply.

Months passed, and while the pain of separation never fully went away, you both began to find your footing. You realized that you could stand on your own, that your identity wasn’t solely tied to your relationship with Olivia.

Then one day, out of the blue, Olivia called.

"Y/N," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. I miss you more than words can say. This time apart has shown me how much you mean to me, and I don’t want to lose you. I want to make this work, whatever it takes."

Tears streamed down your face as you listened to her. "I miss you too, Olivia. I never stopped loving you. Let’s figure this out, together."

Epilogue: New Beginnings

The road to reconciliation was not easy. It required compromise, sacrifice, and a renewed commitment to each other. You both made changes to your schedules, carving out time for each other and prioritizing your relationship.

Slowly but surely, you rebuilt the connection that had been strained by distance and demands. The love that had once felt fragile now grew stronger, fortified by the trials you had faced.

One evening, as you sat together on the couch, Olivia turned to you with a smile. "I’m so glad we didn’t give up on us."

"Me too," you replied, leaning in to kiss her. "We’re stronger now because of everything we’ve been through."

And in that moment, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you and Olivia would face them together. The cost of fame had been high, but the love you shared was worth every sacrifice.

[n3vee]

Title: Falling for You

Chapter 1: The Plan

Olivia Rodrigo had always known what she wanted, and right now, what she wanted was you. The two of you had been friends for a while, your paths crossing frequently in the music industry. Despite the camaraderie, Olivia had been harboring feelings for you that went far beyond friendship. She decided it was time to make a move, but subtly—she wanted you to fall for her without realizing you were being wooed.

Her plan began one evening when she invited you over to her place for a casual dinner. You arrived at her apartment, a bottle of wine in hand, feeling grateful for the distraction from your hectic schedule.

"Hey, Y/N!" Olivia greeted you with a warm smile, pulling you into a hug. "Come on in. Dinner’s almost ready."

"Thanks for inviting me," you said, smiling back as you followed her into the cozy living room. "It’s been a crazy week."

"Tell me about it," she laughed, leading you to the kitchen where the smell of delicious food wafted through the air. "I thought we could both use a break."

The evening flowed smoothly. Olivia’s effortless charm and genuine interest in your life made you feel at ease. She asked about your latest projects, your dreams, and your fears, listening intently to every word. As the night wore on, you found yourself laughing more than you had in weeks, your worries melting away in her presence.

Chapter 2: Subtle Gestures

Olivia’s strategy involved small, thoughtful gestures that would show you how much she cared. Over the next few weeks, she made a point to be there for you in ways that were impossible to ignore.

One morning, you woke up to a text from Olivia: *Good luck with your meeting today! You’re going to crush it!* Attached was a photo of a coffee cup with your name on it, sitting on the counter at your favorite cafe. When you arrived, the barista handed you the drink, saying it was from Olivia.

"Wow," you muttered to yourself, touched by the gesture. "She really knows how to make someone’s day."

Later that week, you had a particularly rough day. Your producer had been critical of your latest song, and you were feeling discouraged. When you got home, you found a small package on your doorstep. Inside was a handwritten note from Olivia: *Just a little something to brighten your day. You’re an amazing artist, Y/N. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.* Along with the note was a vinyl of your favorite album.

You couldn’t help but smile, your heart swelling with gratitude. Olivia’s kindness and understanding were starting to get under your skin in the best possible way.

Chapter 3: Growing Closer

As the days turned into weeks, you and Olivia grew closer. She invited you to more dinners, movie nights, and impromptu jam sessions. The more time you spent with her, the more you began to see her in a different light.

One weekend, she invited you to join her on a getaway to a cabin in the mountains. "It’ll be a good chance to relax and recharge," she suggested, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

The idea of a peaceful retreat away from the chaos of the city was too tempting to pass up. You agreed, and soon you found yourselves driving up winding roads, the city fading into the distance.

The cabin was picturesque, nestled among tall trees with a stunning view of the mountains. You spent your days hiking, cooking together, and talking by the fire. Each night, you and Olivia would sit outside, wrapped in blankets, staring at the star-filled sky.

One evening, after a long hike, you both sat on the porch, sipping hot chocolate. The conversation turned to relationships, and you found yourself opening up to Olivia in ways you hadn’t with anyone else.

"I guess I’ve been too focused on my career to really think about love," you admitted, staring into your cup. "It’s hard to find someone who understands this crazy industry."

"I get that," Olivia said softly. "It’s not easy to find someone who gets it. But, Y/N, you deserve someone who sees you for who you really are, not just as an artist."

Her words struck a chord with you. "I guess I’ve never really thought about it that way."

She reached out, placing her hand over yours. "You’re amazing, Y/N. Anyone would be lucky to have you."

Your heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in her eyes. You squeezed her hand, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the hot chocolate.

Chapter 4: Realizations

As the getaway came to an end, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted between you and Olivia. The drive back to the city was filled with comfortable silence, each of you lost in your thoughts.

Over the next few days, you found yourself thinking about Olivia constantly. Her smile, her laugh, the way she made you feel seen and understood. You realized that your feelings for her had grown into something more than friendship.

One evening, as you were working on a new song, your phone buzzed with a text from Olivia: *Miss you. Let’s hang out soon?*

You smiled, feeling your heart flutter. *Absolutely. How about tonight?*

Within an hour, Olivia was at your door, a bottle of wine in hand and a hopeful smile on her face. "I brought reinforcements," she joked, holding up the bottle.

You laughed, letting her in. "Perfect timing. I could use a break."

As you sat on the couch, sipping wine and catching up, you felt a growing tension in the air. It wasn’t the uncomfortable kind—it was charged with unspoken words and lingering glances.

"Olivia," you began, setting your glass down. "There’s something I need to tell you."

Her eyes met yours, curiosity and a hint of nervousness in them. "What is it?"

Taking a deep breath, you decided to lay your cards on the table. "These past few weeks, spending time with you has been amazing. You’ve been so kind and thoughtful, and it’s made me realize something… I think I’m falling for you."

For a moment, Olivia was silent, her expression unreadable. Then, a smile spread across her face, and she reached out to take your hand.

"I’ve been trying to make you fall for me," she admitted, her voice soft but steady. "Because I’ve been falling for you too."

Your heart soared at her words. Without thinking, you leaned in and kissed her. It was soft and tentative at first, but then it deepened, filled with all the emotions you’d both been holding back.

When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless and smiling.

"So, what now?" you asked, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation.

"Now," Olivia said, her eyes shining with happiness, "we see where this goes. Together."

Chapter 5: A New Beginning

From that moment on, everything changed. You and Olivia navigated your new relationship with a mix of excitement and careful steps. You still had your careers to focus on, but now, you had each other to lean on.

Olivia continued to show you the same kindness and thoughtfulness that had made you fall for her in the first place. She supported you through your highs and lows, always there with a comforting word or a warm embrace. And you did the same for her, finding joy in being her confidante and biggest fan.

Your connection deepened with each passing day. Whether it was writing songs together, exploring new places, or simply spending quiet nights in, you cherished every moment. Olivia had a way of making even the mundane feel special.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day at the studio, you came home to find Olivia in your kitchen, cooking dinner. She looked up and smiled as you walked in.

"Hey, you," she greeted, wiping her hands on a towel. "Rough day?"

"Yeah," you sighed, feeling the tension melt away at the sight of her. "But this is exactly what I needed."

She walked over and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a hug. "I’m glad I could help."

As you held each other, you realized just how much Olivia meant to you. She wasn’t just your girlfriend—she was your partner, your best friend, and your home.

"I love you, Olivia," you whispered, feeling a rush of emotion.

She pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes. "I love you too, Y/N."

With those words, everything felt right. You knew that no matter what challenges came your way, you’d face them together. Olivia had made you fall in love with her through her unwavering support, her kindness, and her genuine heart. And now, you couldn’t imagine your life without her.

Epilogue: Forever and Always

Years passed, and your love for Olivia only grew stronger. You both achieved incredible success in your careers, but it was your relationship that remained your greatest accomplishment.

On a warm summer evening, you found yourselves back at the cabin in the mountains, the place where you’d first truly realized your feelings for each other. As you sat on the porch, watching the sun set over the mountains, Olivia turned to you, her eyes filled with love.

"Remember our first trip here?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips.

"How could I forget?" you replied, reaching for her hand. "It’s where everything started."

She squeezed your hand, her gaze soft and tender. "I’m so glad we found each other, Y/N. You’ve made my life so much brighter."

"And you’ve made mine," you said, feeling a rush of gratitude and love. "I can’t wait to