#and jackie knew this olivia Knows she knows

[arolesbianism]

I've been thinking more abt raccoon universe Olivia again and I love her sm she's so fun imagine if your wife plagiarized years of your work and then cut you out of her life with no warning and then had the audacity to invite you to work at the company she founded on the basis of the very work she stole from you. Id have considered murder Way sooner than she did Jackie is lucky Olivia went with the thinly veiled threats route for several years before finally getting a bit bloodthirsty

[iguana-eyanna]

We'll Be Fine

Summary: You get nervous when you try to announce a big surprise to your friends with the help of your husband, Damien.

a/n: I've been watching Smosh a lot and decided to write about Damien cause i love him

You were all on set, getting ready for shooting the next episode for Eat it or Yeet it. You were a part of the cast, joining Smosh at the same time as Damien. Shayne could clearly see how both of you and his friend hit it off. So, Shayne became your personal cupid and set you guys up on your first date. You guys had amazing chemistry, and later became engaged in 2022.

Now you were pacing back and forth, fiddling with your fingers. You were currently hiding in the office as everyone was getting ready in the studio. You hear someone come out and see Damien.

He gives you a nervous smile as he races towards you.

"Hey, we're about to shoot soon. Everyone was wondering where you went." He says.

"I had to step for a second, I was getting nausaus." You said, rubbing your non existing bump.

Today was going to be a special episode as most of the cast members will be doing the episode, but also the announcement that you were pregnant.

You and Damian found out you were three months along when you went to the clinic. You two thought what would be a great way to tell your Smosh family of your news and you knew what to do. You called Garret in secret and helped you cook the whole menu, but catered the big bite.

Now, you felt like your insides were flipping around.

"Hey, don't worry! They're going to love it and they'll be happy for us." He says, hugging you.

You started tearing up and wiped your tears.

"You'd think the hormones would be coming later on." You said.

Damian chuckles and kisses your head.

"You're going to do amazing, We'll be fine. Ready?" He asks.

You nod your head and you two walk in hand to the shooting.

Everyone gets their mic and you talk amongst yourselves till they were ready to film. You take a deep breath and stared at the camera.

"Hey, y'all! Welcome to Eat it or Yeet it. I'm not your regular host as you can see here that Courtney here will be eating instead!"

Courtney waves at the camera eagerly. In order, she sat with Kimmy, Damian, Shayne, Jackie, Noah, Keith, Olivia, Angela, Chanse, Ian, Amanda, Spencer, and Tommy.

You were getting nervous as this was one of the biggest table yet.

"So, today we're doing something a bit different. Today, the contestants must figure out the theme before the big bite! Due to all of us being packed on this table, they must buzz their buzzer first to get the dish they want."

"Because this particular episode is very different from the last, I just know every dish will make us crap out our minds." Noah said.

"I don't why I'm even here, I purposely made sure I had my day off today." Shayne acclaimed.

Damien shares a nervous laugh but no one makes of it.

You then bring over the first dish covered and placed it in the middle of the table.

"Hope you guys are ready for our first dish!" You said, revealing a plate of what appeared to be dyed blue and pink deviled eggs.

Everyone gasps at how vibrant the color is, but you all started the countdown and Chanse buzzed first.

"I need to eat this now cause I can't eat whatever monstrosity there is next." Chanse exaggerated.

You all laugh and count down for him to eat it, and surprisingly he hums in delight.

"Not really a fan of eggs, but it tastes good!" He says.

"The dish is called blue and pink devil eggs! It is pickled egg filling and eggs that have food coloring!"

The next dish, you brought out pigs in a blanket with jelly filling and Kimmy buzzed it. She liked it as she was cheering, saying how it complements the salty taste.

Everyone tries guessing along the way, saying the theme is probably cartoon characters or something relating to their past try not to laugh bits. Oh, how they're all wrong.

Some dishes that you served was a casserole with marshmallows and chocolate but baby corn and baby carrots were buried underneath. Amanda got the dish and yeeted, not liking the combo.

Then the last dish before the big bite was lamb chops, and Shayne and Courtney tied buzzing. Once you all saw the footage again, Courtney was a second ahead by Shayne and got the dish.

The camera pans to Shayne as Courtney indulges on the lamb.

"I just- I'm just going to accept my defeat." Shayne said, as he looks like he's giving up.

Everyone aws as they know that Shayne always gets the worst dishes. You were kinda hoping that Shayne would get the last dish and you had something in mind.

"Okay, this one is a bit heavy so I need Damien to help me." You said since he ate one of the other dishes.

Damian looks up at you, surprised but he surpresses his joy as he follows you to the back.

"They're bringing in a live squid!" Ian screams and everyone shouts out what they think theyre bringing.

Soon, you two walk out with a white box, trying so hard not to smile so much.

"Ready Shayne?" You ask.

Shayne gives an exaggerated sigh and holds out a fork.

"Bring on the pirahna" Shayne says.

Damian places the box on the table in front of his friend and you count down, lifting up the top.

Shayne closes his eyes, thinking that it will jump out. But, he opens one eye and leans over. Both his eyes widen as he sees a cake, but more at what the cake was written with frosting.

"Shayne?" Jackie asks as she looks over his shoulder, reading the cake. She screams out loud and looks up at you and Damian, now close to each other.

"No, you're not!" She says, but smiling as her hands fly up to her cheeks.

Everyone gets up at their seats and look down to why they were acting weird, but saw the pastel rainbow cake with white frosting writing that read:

Baby Haas Coming Soon!

"You're pregnant?!" Kimmy and Courtney screamed.

You nod your head eagerly as Damien hugs you from behind.

"Yep! I'm three months along." You said.

Everyone cheered on and off camera. They all got up and hugged you and Damien, saying congrats.

Shayne was the only one who was in his seat, still shocked.

"Shayne buddy, you okay?" Damien asks, worried what his best friend would say.

He looks up with tears in his eyes.

"You guys are having a baby?" he asks.

Damien nods his head.

"Yeah, man. We are." Damien says, smiling as he finally gets to tell the news to his best friend.

Shayne gets out of his seat and hugs Damien, crying.

"I'm so happy for you two!" Shayne acclaims.

He looks at you and open his arms.

You join the hug and everyone joins in. Courtney turns to the camera.

"We're so happy for our friends starting their family. Like and subscribe and we'll see you all soon!" Courtney said.

You and Damien shared the cake with the cast and crew, as everyone can't wait to see your baby. You and Damien sat next to each other, cuddling on the office couch.

"You see? Everything turned out perfectly." Damien says.

You smile as you lean in and kiss him.

"I'm glad it's off my chest. I couldn't have done this without you." You said, beaming. As you try leaning in for another kiss, your friends disrupt you, fighting over who will be god parents.

Chaos ensued, but you knew you both wouldn’t have it any other way.

[insomnia-imagines-wlw]

First imagine 🤭 kinda scary, this was heavily inspired by @chrissv4mp Drabble on Olivia which just inspired me so much

~

Naturally, you were devasted. You loved Olivia so much, she hung the moon and the stars in the eyes as far as you were concerned. The months you went on your final leg of your American tour were hard - every song you had written for her got harder and harder to sing, until your eyes watered every set. When the tour finally ended, you felt horrific at the idea you couldn’t perform how your fans deserved.

They knew you were upset, flocking to Twitter conspiring what had happened to you. Olivia’s own fans were no better, the anger coming out in some of her songs in a way like never before, and her softer songs hitting her in a way no one had seen. Some fans were taking sides, berating you Or Olivia for breaking the others heart. Others remained neutral - choosing to stay silent on the matter.

But time passed. Many fans forgot about it as the weeks went by, and the dust finally settled.

You found yourself out, an LA nightclub at 2am,the music so loud you could feel the bass in your chest, as you danced with some of your friends. Jackie’s hands found your hips, and you laughed as she pulled you into a close dance.

“You look hot” she mouthed, smirking at how you scoff at her. Her eyes scan the room, and you watch as she pales slightly when she finally spots something. When you go to turn to see what she’s looked at she firmly grabs your arm.

“Don’t” Jackie said simply, face shifting into a glare that made your stomach sink - you had a bad bad feeling who was behind you, so naturally, you looked anyway.

Regret flooding you instantly, Olivia looked good, criminally good. She was staring, her own glare locked into her face, eyes locked onto Jackie’s hand still present on your hips. Jackie tugged you closer, muttering under her breath about ‘pop princess bitch’

You chuckled, against your better nature, turning away from Olivia with a pit in your stomach - you had the terrible feeling that this wasn't going to be an easy night.

“Play nice” you scolded, smiling at the near snarl on Jackie’s face, ever the protective best friend. Jackie remained silent, face souring even further and you felt the presence of someone behind you.

You turned, heart pounding in my ears, as you met Olivia’s eyes for the first time in months. Even with the distaste on her face, she was beautiful, you wondered if you’d be able to even muster up the words to say hello.

“Hey.” Olivia stated simply, before her attention turned to Jackie, demeanour changing like a switch. Malice radiated off her in waves, the sneer setting in before she even spoke -

-“Jackie..fancy seeing you here.” She snarked out, before smiling sarcastically -

“You don’t mind if I cut in do you Jackie?”

Olivia didn’t wait for a response, instead pushing herself between you two, ignoring Jackie’s indignant cry of your name. You called out your assurances, watching as Jackie stormed off with a single wave of her hand. You knew she’d yell at you later, but feeling Olivia’s hands on your body, tugging you near flush against her - you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. The heat of her skin, the touch of her hands, it all felt sinful.

“You’re certainly getting more comfortable with Jackie” Olivia commented, a faux air of nonchalance taking over, but you could feel her fingers clench at your hips.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous” you chuckled, smirking at the girl before you.

Her eyes flashed, something sharp and dangerous, and you were tugged impossibly closer, her breath hitting your ear in a way that nearly made me shudder.

“Is there a reason I should be jealous? Does she make you feel that thrill that I do?” Olivia growled, letting her hands run down your sides,

You practically tremble at the way her words run through you, settling right in your core. You hate it - you hate the way after months apart she’s still able to affect you so strongly. She knows every button to press, the exact words to make you melt, it’s a disaster waiting to happen.

“Look at me - is there a reason I should be jealous?”

Her voice is low, the question husky and demanding - but there, hidden behind the desire and jealousy, is a hint of insecurity. If you didn’t know her better - if you didn’t know her better than you knew yourself, you’d have missed it behind the wall of faux confidence she’d built up. She was nervous - afraid you’d say yes. It made your heart break, and soar, at the same time.

“You know there isn’t” you whispered back, your arms wrapping around her waist, and holding her close. The music was loud, and the crowd in the nightclub even louder, but all you could hear was Olivia. The rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, the slight tremble in her hands still holding you tightly. It was as if you two were in a world of your own.

“I didn’t realise you came back..” you mumbled, unable to stop the shy smile on my face. God damn Olivia Rodrigo and god damn the butterflies she left in her wake.

“My tour ended a few weeks ago...I’m back in the city the last few days” she explained, her own smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

The air between you is fraught with a tension you can’t decipher. Is it the jealousy? The awkwardness of a first meet? The excitement you feel at seeing the woman you held so close to your heart again just inches in front of you.

“I…misssd you.” She confessed softly, a nervous tremble in her lips. “I thought about you..a lot, since we last spoke, I was wondering what you were up to..what you were doing, if you missed me too”

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, blush burning at your cheeks as you take everything she’s saying on board. She…missed you? Even after everything had been said and done between you two?

“I did…I missed you a lot..Jackie has been trying to keep my mind off of you, but half the clubs play your songs and I can’t escape you” you admitted, half chuckling at your own commentary.

At the mention of Jackie that same jealous look flashes across her face again, and you’re tugged impossibly close once more. Olivia’s hands are holding your hips tightly, a possessive action in itself, but then she leans in, lips brushing off the corner of my lips, chuckling darkly.

“Does Jackie touch you like that a lot? She breathed out, letting her hand trail up, until she tangled her fingers into my hair. “Do you think of me when she does?”

A soft whimper escapes you at her words, the flush on your cheeks running down your body with a delightful shiver. If Jackie could see you, you’d get an earful about why once an ex always an ex is a good rule of thumb.

At your lack of response, Olivia tugs - making your head fall back with a choked noise of pleasure. You can feel her smirking even if you can’t fully see it.

“You always did like getting your hair pulled..” she continued, a thick air of smugness enveloping every word. With another gentle tug, she pulls your mouths together, a pleased noise falling from someone - you struggle to tell if it’s your own lips it falls from or Olivia’s. As if magnetic, your own hands began to grasp at Olivia’s body, reaching for any part of her you can grab. Her waist, her hips, anywhere your hands can take hold of.

“Missed you” Olivia murmured against your lips, “so fucking bad..”

The heat rising in the dimly lit club, and the feeling of Olivia’s body on yours after so long is enough to make everything feel hazy, and the pleasant rush I feel is only added when Olivia digs her teeth into your bottom lip, dragging a soft whine from you.

“All those pretty noises…all mine”

You shiver at the huskiness in her voice, the sheer possessiveness of her tone, unable to stop yourself from pushing into her - pressing your body flush against hers.

Olivia’s eyes spark with a smugness, visible even under the dim lights.

“Bet no one’s made you sound like that since I left hmm?” She asked, low and heady, her own chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The question, while possessive and thrill inducing, holds an underlying question.

Have you moved on?

“I can’t say anyone has, no..” you murmur in reply, chills running through your body pleasantly, the idea of knowing she still cares making a warm feeling burn in your chest.

Olivia smiles, teasing and pleased, her gaze turning warm as she looks at you.

“Good…no one else has been..with me either” she whispers, an almost shyness in her voice at the admission.

You gaze at eachother, for a long moment, her firm grip on your hair loosening, as she played with the strands, smiling softly. Your own hands, settling on her hip, squeeze, relishing in the feeling of actually having her in your hands again.

This was a bad idea, right? Being with her, seeing her tonight, it was like taking several steps backwards in the journey you’d taken to try and get over her. Though, as she leans in, her lips pressing against yours, soft and quiet like a secret shared between the two of you - you can only say one thing to yourself.

Fuck it, it’s fine.

“Come home with me..just this once, for old times sake” Olivia asks, letting her hand trail down, to take ahold of your own hand, interlocking your fingers together.

Fuck it, it’s fine.

You let her lead you out, chuckling softly at the scathing look she casts Jackie’s way. One more time, for old times sake, didn’t sound so bad.

Fuck it, it’s fine.

[imaginespazzi]

you scare me

 okay the pictures of paige still up make me so sad like omfg

DREW AND AZZI STOP

paige literally cares so much about stephie it gives me baby fever

“i promise ill try to stay” you take that back and get rid of the “try” right now madison

“you’re thinking about her mother” oh my fucking god

paige cannot say no bro

YOUR DAUGHTER AHH

stephie is a narc

i love the way you write jana she’s so fun

“we” bitch

paige not happy

literally pay attention to your wife paige you married her 

“it was meant to be us” stop stop

olivia is a demon

why did they both clock each other ik paige liked it

goddamn edits

olivia is a bitch but i feel like she had every right to become a villain

tiktok captions are the real ops

olivia not coming is devious, but paige not begging her to come is diabolical 

end thoughts: i would hate olivia but i fear i cannot, i want to know the baby daddy really bad maybe you could tell me and maybe ill write pazzi as payment, and i want to know who we think was on the 2028 olympic roster 

Now why are you scared of me?

Welcome to the club. We're all dying of baby fever.

I LOVE JANA!!

literally pay attention to your wife paige you married her - she tends to forget that part...

Paige and her attention whore self secretly very pleased to have two pretty girls indirectly fighting over her fr

I knew you'd understand Olivia lmao. Definitely not a devil without a cause.

Ooooh Pazzi fic as payment is tempting...

GH Olympics 2028 Roster: Paige, Caitlin, Juju, Aliyah, Cam, Stewie, A'ja, Phee, Kah, Sabrina, Angel, Jackie (potentially the actual roster too)

[thegospelhighways2020]

Good Morning My Saints This morning I'm going to Preach about this Angel and the Manchester Arena Attack in 2017 #saffieroseroussos We're Praying for Them Sundays that Passed Away in 2017 from the Manchester Arena Attack Bomb Threat and This Morning today's Lesson is Preach about after life and I was preaching one day and Praying one day until I heard a little voice came down from Heaven On My way to Church Sunday and I heard that voice it was the voice of that Little Girl Who Passed Away in 2017 and I kept hearing that Little Girl she was saying Brother Tony one way of Praying for Angels is another way of Singing and praising God that our lord and our Savior was Born and Died on a cross for our sins god said that we're all saved Judy Garland Passed Away JonBenèt Ramsey Passed Away Moa Björk Layla Salazar Maite Rodriguez Holly Wells Alanis Oliveira Isabella Nardoni Marian McLean Skylar Neese Annayah-Rosa Balmer Norah Lee Howard Makenna Lee Elrod Tess Marie Mata Annabell Guadalupe Rodriguez Eliahna Torres Passed Away Jackie Cazares Passed Away Lily Peters Olivia Pratt Korbel Lily Rose Diaz Adriana Dukic Aubreigh Wyatt Passed Away Riley Faith Steep Riley Ann Sawyers Tristyn Bailey Emma Walker Dominique Dunne Amber Hagerman Angie Housman Karly Sheehan Opal Jennings Sarah Payne Passed Away uh oh uh oh Y'all got quiet now I figured something was going on I knew something wasn't right now we ain't going to get quiet over no praying or worship or praise God we're praying for her this morning We're going to continue to pray for her ya'll we're praying for her family and friends and Supporters how many of y'all folks pray like get down on your knees and really pray pray a prayer for those that Passed Away for those that Went Missing Children We Seen Missing Children We pray for them we're praying we pray for Saffie prayers celebration ya'll know we're praying for her we're all praying for her we're keeping on praying for her Amen just go Home and tell somebody tell your Daddy tell your Mother tell your Neighbors say Brother Tony told us to pray and we're praying we're praying we are praying this prayer for her we're all praying I'll pray for @saffierosememory we pray

[la-appel-du-vide]

11•24•23 - Black Friday 🖤

Black Friday is quite honestly one of my favorite days of the year, thanks to Kena and Jackie letting me join them so many years ago. Usually I am just there to go with the flow, and shop where they want to shop, but this year, Ken and I had a real goal. Thanks to B getting me overly obsessed with vinyl records, I now believe I have to have every exclusive record and color, and so when Olivia Rodrigo announced a secret song version of Guts, available only on Black Friday Record Store Day, it became a must have for me, and Ken too. Not only is it so cool to have all four secret songs on one record, but the record also has an etched butterfly art on it! We knew each record store would only have a few copies, so we were planning to get there super early and wait it out. We decided to go to Lavender Vinyl around 2, because once it hits 8 AM, they give out tickets that let you keep your spot in line, and go take a break until you open at 10. But last minute, Gray Whale announced that in addition to those Olivia records, they also found some SIGNED Folklore CD's! I don't have anything signed by Taylor, and Folklore is one of my favorite albums of all time! So we reluctantly made the decision to switch out to Gray Whale. The downside was that they don't give out tickets, so we just had to sit and wait until 10 AM.

We arrived just after 2, and there was no one else there. We were able to sit in the car until around 4:30, when the next person arrived. From then on, we had to brave the cold and sit out on the sidewalk. It was freezing, dark, and so boring. Kena took a nap for awhile and I listened to my audiobook. At 5, I ran next door to Starbucks to get us breakfast, since neither one of us was feeling that great. Other than that, we just sat there. It didn't take long for a line to wrap around the entire building.

The hours dragged on, and I was ready to be done. B brought some additional blankets and hot chocolates to us around 8, and that helped. And from then on, we played some rounds of Uno until opening.

I loved the way Gray Whale handled it though. They let just Kena and I in first, since we were first in line, and gave us as much time as we felt we needed to peruse the Black Friday items and pick what we wanted, before letting the next people in. It was so peaceful and calm, and it should always be that way. We both got signed Folklore, Olivia Rodrigo, and the new Sia Christmas EP. I also got a copy of Cape Elizabeth by Noah Kahan for Mikayla's Christmas present, since she loves him and this was an RSD exclusive, that is so beautiful like an ocean. I picked up a fat stack of records for B as well, including the Diamond Collection by Post Malone and the Beach Boys Christmas.

Basically, we walked out with a whole HAUL. And I have no regrets. It was fun to walk past everyone in line, knowing we got all the things we wanted, and they just didn't get there early enough haha. Plus, I was just so happy to be warm again.

We met up with Jackie and Marilyn after to hit Target, and then stop for our traditional lunch at Chick-fil-A. We also went to the mall for Bath and Body Works, and then made a run down to the Centerville Target where we picked up mini-brand books that we ordered. We have all seen them online, and wanted to get some ourselves! Each ball has four mini books, but it's always a surprise which ones you'll get. We opened them together to compare, and my favorite of mine was Colleen Hoover's Reminders of Him. They're all really cute though.

Kena and I also made stops at Barnes and Noble and PetCo after Jackie and Marilyn were done for the day, so yeah, we shopped until we dropped. I wanted to go home and just take a nap, but the day was FAR from over. I had to drop Kena off and then run to Brayden's family Thanksgiving, which I was quite late too. But the food was great, again with the mashed potatoes and gravy, but also green bean casserole! Reef was there, which made things a bit more chaotic, but we got through it. He is hard to keep calm when he's on a leash, but other puppies aren't haha. Who could blame him?

And once that was done, I had to run to my mom's little birthday celebration. We had cupcakes and ice cream, and let her open her gift, which was a family photo session from my siblings and I. I think she's excited, other than the getting ready for photos process haha. But other than the weddings, we haven't had family photos taken in so long.

Dad also planned an entire girls day for my sisters, my mom and I the next day as his gift to her, and the whole day was a surprise to her. We took her to breakfast, and then took her on a shopping spree. I think she had a good time, and we all did too. She picked out a new Christmas door mat, some towels, the Charlie Brown Christmas record, some books, a sweater, a pair of boots, some perfume... she killed it. So again, almost two full days of shopping!

And Saturday's outing with mom was followed by seeing Elf at Hale Centre Theater with Brayden's parents and sister. It was cute, and had some original funny parts, but overall, I wish they would have stayed true to the movie plot, and it's so hard to live up to haha. But still fun!

There's nothing like a completely full, busy, magical, fun Thanksgiving weekend to get you right into the Christmas spirit!

[onebigerror]

@nomorerhyme​   asked    :    “   we’ve   known   these   people   our   whole   lives   and   they   don’t   know   us   at   all .   "    (    mars   to   liv    )

                    mars   is   right .     no   one   really   knows   the   two   of   them .     maybe   part   of   that   ,   on   olivia’s   part   ,   is   the   fact   that   she   keeps   things   so   close   to   her   chest .     she’s   a   good   listener   ,   a   good   leader   ,   a   good   friend   …   but   ,   she   doesn’t   really   let   anyone   in .     honestly   ,   she’s   only   allowed   mars    &&    natalie   in    ―    and   ,   even   that   took   a   while .     she   supposes   that   it’s   her   own   fault   for   not   being   that   open .     but   ,   on   some   level   ,   she   doesn’t   mind   it   all   that   much .     looking   over   at   mars   ,   liv   cracks   a   small   smile   and   nods   her   head   in   the   positive .     it’s   a   nod   of   understanding   ,   of   comradery   ,   and   her   smile   says   the   same   even   though   no   words   have   left   her   lips   yet .     but   ,   that   is   soon   to   change   …   ,    ❛   they   know   us   on   superficial   levels .    that’s   because   they   don’t   pay   attention   to   anyone   but   themselves .     of   course   they   don’t   know   us .     but   ,   do   we   really   want   them   to   ?   ❜    liv   knows   that   she   doesn’t .

@laebyrinths

blue eyes scan the survivors. almost all of them she'd known her entire life in some capacity and a lot of them she didn't even like if she were being honest. half the occupants of the plane were dead now and the ones that remained were very close to it. mars herself has seen better days but she still feels lucky to have all of her limbs intact and no serious injuries. after a careful sweep of those around them, she came to a conclusion. "they are all assholes." she blurts out loud enough to turn a few heads and receive some glares. "some more than others." jackie and ellie to be specific. the two most useless members of the group seemed to have bonded quite well but that was no surprise. "you're right about that." she'd known liv her whole life. they had been best friends since kindergarten when they wreaked havoc on the playground together. over time that friendship had morphed into something more. love. she knew that she was in love with liv but sometimes she felt the other teen didn't really see her. especially not when natalie was around. as much as she liked nat that still made her extremely jealous. "as long as you really know me that's all that matters." honestly all the rest of them could drop dead and she wouldn't care. as long as liv was there beside her mars had everything she needed.

[katelynnwrites]

pairing: Ona Batlle x f!Reader

warnings: none

word count: 1105

summary: you wouldn’t change anything about your little family, this is the second part of this series

a/n: i named the baby olivia, via for short because i love that name and i would also be totally down to write a part three where the spanish national team meet her so let me know if you want to see that :)

Everything You’ve Ever Dreamed Of

You kick the ball to Ella who smiles at something behind you.

‘We’ve got visitors. Well mostly you.’ She says.

You turn around, a wide smile on your face when you see who they are.

Forgetting the exercise, you jog up to the sidelines where Ona stands. With your baby in her arms.

‘Hi.’ Ona breathes.

‘Hey what are you doing here? Not that I’m not happy to see you. And you too my love.’

You kiss Ona first and then the top of your daughter’s head. She’s fast asleep and her nose scrunches up slightly when you do. You giggle at the sight, Ona does the exact same thing when she’s sleepy.

‘Just missed you.’ She shrugs, a soft smile on her face. She’s wearing a white hoodie and a pair of black leggings, hair pulled up into a loose ponytail.

There’s a slight longing in her gaze as she looks at the pitch and you kiss her forehead gently.

‘You’ll be back out there soon.’

Ona nods but to her it’s felt like forever. Seven months of pregnancy after the accident followed by her postpartum recovery.

She loves her baby and she loves being a mother but she couldn’t wait to be back playing.​​ The Spanish girl was impatiently counting down the days till her doctor gave her the all clear.

She was lucky enough to have a relatively uneventful pregnancy after getting injured, even going so far as to call it easy.

Still, Ona can’t help but grin at the precious bundle in her arms. She leans in to give you another kiss, careful not to wake the sleeping infant.

Olivia was only three weeks old but she had already stolen both your hearts as well as those of your team.

Said team who were eagerly coming over now.

Jackie’s the first to reach, cooing over the little one quietly. Ona laughs softly, gently handing the baby over to the Dutch midfielder. Your other teammates surround them, awing at the cuteness of it all.

All the while, Marc shakes his head with a fond smile knowing that training was over for the day.

******

The baby monitor crackles, the sound of faint crying coming through. You shut it off before it could wake Ona up because god knew she needed her sleep.

Making your way to the nursery, you pick up your daughter, rocking her back and forth.

‘Hi. What’s wrong Via?’ You soothe, holding her close as her cries taper off. Her diaper was dry so that meant she was probably hungry.

‘Okay. Okay love, we’re going to Mama now.’

The baby quietens almost as if she knew that you understood her and were going to give her what she wanted.

Walking back to the bedroom, you gently shake the Spanish girl awake.

‘Hey mi amor, wouldn’t wake you if I didn’t have to but I can't exactly feed her.’ You whisper.

She blinks sleepily, reaching out blindly to flick on the light.

Yawning, she pushes herself up so she can sit against the headboard before she holds her arms out for Olivia.

‘Here.’

Passing the baby to her, you press a kiss to her forehead as she murmurs her thanks.

You settle beside her and she yawns again, rubbing her eyes with her free hand.

Deftly, she pulls down the strap of the camisole she was wearing so that she could nurse Via. It was something she had gotten very used to over the past few weeks.

‘You can go back to sleep if you want, I’ll set her down again once she’s finished.’

Adamantly, you tell her, ‘If you’re up, I’m up too.’

Ona smiles before wincing slightly as Via begins suckling.

‘Just a bit sore.’ She assures you, seeing the way your brows furrowed worriedly.

Still, you watch her as she nurses Olivia until she laughs quietly, ‘It’s not nice to stare.’

Despite the early hour, her chocolate brown eyes are bright, a faint blush on her cheeks as she glances at you.

‘Can’t help it. You’re beautiful.’ You say honestly with a small shrug.

She did, the bedside lamp illuminating her freckles and the lighter strands of her long hair. It didn’t help that she was the mother of your child and she was cradling said child in her arms.

Her blush intensifies as she shakes her head.

‘You don’t have to charm me, I’ve already married you.’

Rolling your eyes, you lean in to kiss her carefully, mindful of Via.

‘I’m not, I’m simply telling the truth.’ You mumble against her lips.

Ona smiles softly, resting her forehead against yours with closed eyes.

‘Te amo.’

‘I love you too Ona.’

******

There’s a proud little grin on your face as you spot Ona on the far end of the field. She’s taking shots on goal with Ivana and clearly enjoying herself.

Her doctor had given her the go ahead a week ago and this was her first training back with the team. She had done some light training while pregnant but this was her first official one since that awful day against Arsenal.

You had a mild ankle sprain keeping you out and taking the chance of a day off, you’d brought Olivia to the training grounds.

She’s all wrapped up in an adorable pink sweater and wide awake as she blinks seriously. It was a brisk morning but you think the layers she has on should be enough to keep her warm.

Ivana notices you and makes to tell Ona but you shake your head, using your free hand to put a finger over your lips. You just wanted to admire her for a bit.

The Brazilian nods before letting out a loud cheer as Ona manages to get another ball into the goal.

‘Your Mama’s so talented you know. She’s incredible.’ You tell your daughter who simply smiles gummily in response.

Holding her closer, you point at Ivana.

‘That’s Aunty Ivana. She’s your Mama’s best friend.’

‘And that’s Aunty Jackie.’

‘And over there is Aunty Ella.’

You finish pointing at the respective people just as Marc blows a whistle, indicating it was time for sprints.

Ona notices you both then, her face lighting up as she gives a little wave. She has the biggest smile on her face as she gets back to sprinting.

Blowing her a kiss, you continue telling Via about whatever else was going on, on the field.

The sky was a bright blue, the sun shining, one of the rarer days in Manchester and you’ve never been happier. How could you not when you already had everything you’d ever dreamed of?

Spanish Translations:

mi amor - my love

te amo - i love you

[storyofmychoices]

Just like the First Time

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist] [A Hand to Hold series]

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC) Book: Open Heart Word Count: ~700 Rating: General, all the cheesy fluff Prompts: @choicesjanuarychallenge2022: beginning ; @wackydrabbles #128 in bold

Summary: Sometimes something so small can say a lot about what is meant to be. This is part of my “a Hand to Hold” series.

Her face scrunched as she fought the urge to pull her hand away and hide her face. The warmth of his fingers interlaced with hers spread through her body, settling in the rose-colored hue kissing her cheeks.

His hands were softer than she expected: large and strong, but gentle, and without callouses. She let out a nervous chuckle, wondering why she had ever thought they might be rough. He was a surgeon. His hands were his tool. Plus, he was Bryce Lahela. Of course, his hands would be just as perfect as the rest of him.

Her own clammy hands now felt cold and unappealing. Olivia stole a glance, meeting his gaze before quickly averting her eyes once more.

He exhaled a soft laugh through his nose. “It’s cute.”

“Huh?” Her cheeks flushed brighter under his continued attention, his eyes never leaving her.

“It’s cute that you’re nervous.” His confident smirk fell flat, giving way instead to something far more genuine, something the smooth, Bryce Lahela hadn't allowed himself to feel in a long time.

“Am not,” she protested, knowing even her tone lacked conviction. "It's just—" A slow smile spread over her face. "This is nice." She cringed at herself, certain she was acting like a schoolgirl with their first crush and not the intelligent woman she was. It had just been a while since she had felt like this, that excitement of something new, something that mattered. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered freely as though they were basking in the warmth and joy of the sun on their wings for the first time. This was more than a crush, this was different. This was special in a way she didn't understand yet.

His thumb brushed softly over her knuckles, treasuring the moment growing between them. He relaxed in her presence. His mind calmed into thoughts of her. For the first time in a long time, he felt he could just be himself, just Bryce. She had this way of breaking down his walls and facades without trying until all that was left was him. He wasn't the heir of moguls, nor the son of convicted criminals. He certainly wasn't that assured party boy he had become known as nor cocksure surgical hopeful the others saw. He was just Bryce, and she made him feel like that was enough.

He played with her soft, delicate fingers laced with his. At that moment, it felt as though the entire world were at his fingertips. He shook the thought growing in his mind away. He didn't believe in the concept of "the one" as if the universe could pre-destine two people perfect for one another. It was a romantic notion but not practical. The world didn't work like that. Still, he couldn't deny her words, as cheesy as they were, this moment with her—this connection, the warmth and comfort he felt—it was nice.

"Hey! Love birds!" Jackie yelled, pulling the pair from their thoughts. "Ya comin'?"

"Hmm?" Olivia hummed, shaking her head as the memory faded.

"Uh—yeah! Coming!" Bryce answered quickly.

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, a shared smile spreading across their faces as if they knew they were reminiscing about the same memory.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with her free hand, tracing her thumb along his with the other. "This is still nice."

"It is." He lifted their joined hands to his lips, brushing a kiss across her knuckles. "That day, just being with you—something so small." He shook his head, trying to find the words. "That was the moment I knew this was the beginning of something special."

"I felt the same way," she admitted, leaning further into him.

If they could stretch the moment out, to let it linger, just a little longer, they would have, but their friends were already waiting for them to catch up.

The moment was over, but it wasn't the end. No matter how many times their hands found one another, that warm, fuzzy feeling always followed. Every time was just like the first time. It was like the universe's way of reminding them they were right where they belonged. Their home was always right there, together, hand in hand.

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I am once again being haunted by "a paradox" holy fuck Olivia what the fuck is going on here what did you get yourself involved with and what did you do after it speak to me Olivia I can't keep living like this

[liaromancewriter]

Butterflies

Premise: Max and Sienna get ready for Cassie’s wedding, taking their duties as Best Man and Maid of Honor very seriously on a road trip from Boston to Newport.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Sienna Trinh x Max Valentine (M!OC) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff Words: 2,775

A/N: I had received two prompt requests from the Sweet Romantic gestures list and they were perfect for this story I wanted to tell for Maxenna.

Prompts: “crying over how lucky you are to be loved by your lover,” and “packing your lover's favorite snack for a roadtrip”

Also submitting this to @choicesjanuarychallenge2022 Day 28 prompt “Privacy”

Outside, the sun was high in the sky on a cloudless and humid July day in Boston. Inside the apartment on the top floor of a brownstone in Beacon Hill, Sienna Trinh adjusted the angle of the small fan on her bedside table so that the cool air hit her overheated face as she finished the last of her packing.  

Sienna hoped the weather was nicer by the water in Newport as she wiped sweat off her forehead. As lovely as their place was, there was no denying that being on the top floor meant the apartment’s temperature was dependent on the elements outside.

She turned up the music not liking how quiet it was. Of her roommates, only Jackie was at home, most likely still sleeping as she was wont to do on her day off. The last few days had been a hive of activity, which had kept Sienna’s mind off how lonely she’d feel once Cassie moved out.

She’d kept busy, helping her best friend pack, dealing with a sudden rise of cases at the hospital, and coordinating with Olivia Valentine on Cassie and Ethan’s whirlwind wedding taking place on the grounds of the Valentine family estate in Newport. They had had only four weeks to plan, but Sienna soon learned that with Olivia leading the charge, nothing was impossible.

Now, the momentous occasion was only five days away. As maid of honor, Sienna had taken the week off work to join Olivia and her event planner at the estate to take care of last-minute details, and more importantly bake the wedding cake. The caterer said they could handle it, but Sienna wanted to make it and had started working on sketches as soon as the date was confirmed.

She tucked a sleeveless, cotton top inside the open suitcase, and adjusted the toiletries bag so that it was buffeted between two rolled-up dresses. She took down the garment bag hanging on the back of her bedroom door and lay it on top of her closed suitcase so that she wouldn’t forget it in the rush to leave.

She picked up the to-do list she’d made over the weekend and ran her finger down the line of items to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. She faltered when she came across Max Valentine’s name with a note to check with him about wedding rings.

Sienna hadn’t seen him since her birthday dinner last month before they’d learned about the wedding. He had been traveling the last few weeks, but Cassie had assured her he was on top of his Best Man duties. The last she’d heard from him had been a text message one week ago to say he was sending champagne for his sister’s going away party.

She knew he was continuing to keep his distance because she’d asked him to. Operation Fake Tea had been their plan to divert the attention of the tabloids away from her. But given their role in the wedding party, she would have appreciated some time on his calendar to compare notes.

She’d just unplugged her phone from the charger when there was a knock on her door. Thinking it was Jackie, she called out for her to come in while she gathered the bits and pieces spread out on her bed and shoved them inside a large tote bag, throwing her wallet on top.

“I’m heading out as soon as Olivia’s driver arrives,” she said without turning around. “There are still leftovers in the kitchen and you’re welcome to them since Aurora and Elijah have plans tonight.”

“Good to know.”

Sienna whirled around at the amused male voice that definitely did not belong to Jackie. Max was leaning against the door jamb, arms folded across his chest as he watched her with laughter in his eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

Her tone was abrupt as she felt the familiar butterflies rise inside her stomach at the sight of him and wondered if she’d ever get used to them.

“Well, hello to you too, Si,” he said, his smile still in place as he crossed the floor to stand in front of her.

“I’m sorry” she said, flushing at how unwelcoming she’d sounded. “I wasn’t expecting you. Your mom is sending someone to take me down to Newport.”

“I know. Me. Is this all your stuff?” he asked, grabbing the handle of her suitcase and folding her garment bag over his arm.

Sienna was still a bit in shock at seeing him after all this time, until she realized that he was halfway down the hall with her things.

“Max, wait,” she called out as she rushed past him, blocking his path. “What about the…”

“Forget the tabloids,” he cut her off. “They’ve moved on for now. Besides, we’re not royalty, Sienna, and paparazzi aren’t waiting outside your apartment building for the money shot. You need to relax and learn to trust me.”

She narrowed her eyes at the neutral expression on his face as he stared back at her. And then she deflated realizing how true his words were. She had enough to do without adding this to her list.

“Fine,” she said a bit ungraciously, “but we have a lot of work to do on the drive over, assuming we’re taking a car that is.”

“Two hours alone with you without any interruptions?” he said with a wink as she locked the apartment door. “You bet we’re taking the car.”

Forty-five minutes later, they’d left Boston proper behind and were heading south on I-93 with the music turned down low. His fingers tapped against the steering wheel while she went over her list with him and updated him on preparations, reminding him of everything he was responsible for. Even though it was a small wedding, there was a myriad of things to get done.

She could have saved herself the trouble and enjoyed the scenery had she realized that he’d been in constant touch with his mother on all the arrangements, had already organized Ethan’s bachelor party, and taken care of their getaway transportation.

“Wedding rings?” she queried, glancing up at him over the piece of paper.

“In there,” he said with a nod in the direction of the glove box.

“You left their wedding rings in the car when you went up to get me?” said Sienna incredulously, taking the jeweler’s box out and flipping it open.

“It’s not like anyone but me knew they were in there or that I’d left them out in plain sight,” he countered. “They’re lovely, aren’t they?”

“Yes, simple yet elegant, just like them,” she said softly before clearing her throat and putting the box back. “Back to the list.”

In response, he snatched the paper out of her hand and threw it over his shoulder to the back of the car.

“I need that!” she scowled, twisting in her seat to see if she could spot where it had landed.

“No, you don’t,” he said, speeding up to pass a slow driver. “Don’t forget, I was raised by one of your kind. You, like my mother, have that list memorized, likely color coded and annotated in that beautiful brain of yours.”

“Maybe, but I wanted that one,” she pouted when she realized how fruitless it was to try and find it in a fast-moving car in the middle of a highway.

“Did you eat anything today?” he asked.

“No, I was too busy packing,” she said, trying to ignore the hunger pangs in her stomach. “I’ll get something later.”

He glanced over, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses and she wondered what he was thinking.

“Why are we getting off the highway?” she asked, voice rising in panic when he took the next exit. “We have a schedule and no time for detours. Turn this car around right now!”

He ignored her, checking the side mirror before changing lanes again and then turned right at the stop sign. She was about to ask him again where they were going when he slowed down as blacktop gave way to gravel.

A few minutes later he parked the car in front of a weathered picnic table at an out-of-the-way rest stop. He switched off the ignition, unbuckled his seatbelt and turned in his seat to face her, removing his sunglasses so that she could see the sober expression in his green eyes.

“I need fifteen minutes with you,” he said, hooking the sunglasses in the vee of his shirt. “No wedding business, no lists, no schedules. Can we do that?”

She regarded him over the console, those damn butterflies fluttering inside her the longer they stared at each other and she knew she wanted this time too before they were swallowed up in the wedding festivities.

“Okay, let’s take a break,” she said, a smile hovering over her lips. “But I wish we could have stopped somewhere with food. I am really hungry.”

He burst out laughing. “Hungry? You mean hangry, right?”

“I wasn’t that bad,” she protested before admitting with dismay, “but I was getting close.”

“I know,” he smirked. “Come on.”

They both exited the car and she came around the front. He opened the rear passenger door and Sienna grinned when she saw him remove a picnic basket and blanket.

“Was this part of your plan?” she teased him as they bypassed the table for a shaded spot under the tree.

“You getting hangry? No,” he joked. “But every road trip needs snacks and there’s no way I was missing out on this experience with you.”

He spread the blanket on the ground, holding her hand as she toed off her shoes and sat down before taking his seat across from her. He undid the latch at the front of the basket and lifted the flaps with a flourish which made Sienna laugh.

“For your dining pleasure today, madam, we will start with bruised, mushy strawberries,” he said in an exaggerated posh accent as he set out their picnic. “Then, we’ll partake of these tiny cucumber and cheese sandwiches with a side of crushed kettle chips.”

He shook the bag, setting it down next to the sandwiches as she continued to beam at him.

“And for the pièce de resistance,” he handed her two plastic champagne flutes before lifting out a bottle, “we have tart and lukewarm lemonade. Only those with a discerning palate can enjoy such a delicacy.”

He broke character at the latter and started laughing at the ramshackle meal laid out before them. His amusement was infectious and before she knew it, Sienna was giggling too. Tears leaked from the corner of her eyes and she covered her face to try to control herself but it was a losing battle.

“Okay,” he said, coughing as he swallowed his laughter, “not exactly what I had in mind when I got everything packed earlier. The heat really did a number on this stuff, so did the drive for that matter.”

She shook her head in amusement as she glanced down at their picnic. Somehow he’d managed to pack all her favorites snacks and she couldn’t be more touched at the effort he’d made.

Always made. Just for her.

Despite everything that had happened, his friendship was the one shining beacon in her life and she’d be lost without it. Knowing someone so incredibly kind and compassionate existed in her life, with his optimism and larger than life personality; it made her realize how lucky she was.

As one thought led to another, she was deep in her feels. Her heart skipped a beat and the flutters in her belly increased as moisture pricked in her eyes and tears tracked unheeded down her cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, Si,” he said with a concerned look, his fingers splaying across her cheeks as he wiped away the tears that continued to fall. “Why don’t we throw this stuff out and I’ll find us a diner or café or something. You don’t have to eat…”

She leaned across the open basket to cover his mouth with hers. His hands cupped the sides of her face as she rose on her knees, her arms circling his neck, her hands on the back of his head pulling him closer. Her tongue darted out to trace his lips, loving the taste and feel of him when he deepened the embrace.

They broke apart when they heard the sound of another car pull in. Still holding each other, they turned their heads to see a family of four depart from a minivan and knew their private time was over.

They pulled away, sitting back down and sharing a secret smile. He held up one of the berries and she bit into the soft fruit, enjoying the way his breath hitched when she nipped the tip of his finger. He used his thumb to catch the trickle of juice that ran down her chin.

“Thank you,” she said eventually, pouring lemonade for both of them and handing him one of the sandwiches. “It’s a lovely picnic. I don’t know how you always manage to find out what I like and just make it happen.”

“I told you once before, Sienna. I know you, just like you know me,” he smiled, devouring the sandwich in two bites.

Then his tone became grim. “Once this wedding is over, you and I need to talk. Really talk. It’s time we lay our cards on the table.”

She pursed her lips as she considered his words, and then sighed. “I know. The day after the wedding, I promise. No more delays.”

He nodded and she squeezed his hand. They finished the rest of their meal talking of other things. His travels, the last days of her residency, laughing at jokes and teasing each other. It was an hour before they packed up everything and headed back to the car, her hand tucked inside his.

A blue butterfly drifted in view, its beautiful wings fluttering and Sienna held out her hand. She was charmed when the butterfly’s wings tickled her palm before it flew away. She followed its flight, eyes wide in wonder. When she looked back down it was to see Max watching her, his eyes soft and full of something she couldn’t quite fathom.

He took two steps and tugged her into his arms, his lips brushing against hers in a light kiss that felt more intimate than the one before. She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his waist, her face pressed against his chest, his chin resting on top of her head.

“We need to get going,” he said with a sigh, his arms falling away. “My mother is probably getting ready to send out a search party as it is. Still want this?”

He held up the folded piece of paper that was her to-do list. She took it from him only to crumble it and throw it in the garbage can.

“If it’s okay,” she began as he held open her car door and she stepped inside, “I’d like to spend the rest of this road trip listening to music and making memories with you.”

“Nothing would please me more,” he said, gently bussing her cheek before shutting the door.

By the time they were back on the highway, music was blasting over the speakers as they talked over it about their favorite artists and concerts they’d been to. Olivia called shortly after, worried about the time, and Sienna told her they’d been delayed leaving Boston.

Max glanced over, one eyebrow raised at the lie tripping off her tongue, and she gave him a mischievous look. He chuckled thinking she could still surprise him and decided they might as well take the scenic route. He wasn’t in any hurry to end this journey and it seemed that neither was Sienna.

The sun was already low in the sky when they cleared the security gates and took the tree-lined road at the end of which the beautiful mansion waited. Just as they reached the curve, he pulled over and set the car to park but kept the engine running.

Sienna looked over at him, confused at the sudden stop. He leaned across the console, his lips closing over hers briefly.

“Last one before we go back to keeping a friendly distance,” he whispered, his forehead resting against hers.

Sienna’s fingers traced the line of his jaw, her eyes locked on his and then she smiled. “Five more days.”

He raised her hand to press a kiss on the inside of her palm. “Five more days.”

It was a promise.

AN 2: Want to know what happened five days later? It was Unforgettable. 😉

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The Intimacy of... (8)

word count: 1.7k warnings: none!

The Intimacy of... singing (badly) with someone in the car

A soft, content sigh falls from your lips as you watch the pine trees whip past you, the sunlight sparkling off the dusting of spring snow making the mountainside scene even more picturesque as you and Brock follow the winding road towards the cabin that was waiting for you, filled with your friends.

If anyone asks, this was your idea; a weekend getaway filled with friends and fun. Did you actually plan anything? Or arrange the renting of the cabin? Or organize everyone’s days off?

No, of course not. That was all Lexie’s doing.

But you were the one who came up with the original idea. So, therefore, you were there reason why you and Brock were driving to Grouse Mountain to meet Thatcher, Lexie, Elias, Quinn, Nils, his new girlfriend Olivia, Jackie, and your other mutual friend Dakota.

“I still can’t believe that Lex managed to snag a cabin big enough for all of us at such short notice,” you muse, turning to look at Brock as he takes another careful turn.

“She’s a miracle-worker that’s for sure,” Brock chuckles. “Thatcher says that she’s basically organizing their entire wedding, even though they already hired like one of the best wedding planners in Vancouver.”

“Yeah, that sounds like Lex.”

You needed to find a way to thank Lexie for making this crazy dream of yours a reality. Without her planning and preparation, you knew that you wouldn’t be where you are now; sitting next to your best friend as you watched the snow-globe world pass you by, the soft sound of Brock’s “relax” playlist playing in the background. Kodaline’s voice flows through the speakers and you swear, you’ve never felt like you were living in a fantasy more than you were now. You weren’t sure how it could get better.

And as soon as you thought that, a familiar bass rift replaces the dreamy instrumentals and you can’t help the laugh that falls from your lips as you look back at Brock, a grin plastered onto his face.

You reach over, turning the knob to the volume up and let Olivia Rodrigo’s voice fill the car.

“Well, good for you I guessed you moved on really easily. You found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks. Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world,” you sing, letting the scathing bitter character of the song flow into your body.

“And good for you, I guess that you’ve been working on yourself. I guess that therapist I found for you, she really helped, now you can be a better man for your brand-new girl,” Brock continues, his sassiness almost outdoing yours and the laugh that falls from your lips is genuine.

“Well, good for you!”

“You look happy and healthy,” you sing.

“Not me!” Brock sings back.

“If you ever cared to ask!” the two of you sing in tandem and you love the rhythm that you were able to create so naturally with him. You don’t know how close the two of you are to your destination and you don’t really care because you are having the time of your life; headbanging, screaming the lyrics, all while Brock’s hands drumming against the steering wheel. You don’t notice when the two of you arrive at the cabin, Brock parking right outside when the bridge hits, arguably your favorite part of the song. You collapse back into your seat that vengeful spiteful character of the song growing inside of you, taking over.

“Maybe I’m too emotional but your apathy is like a wound in salt. Maybe I’m too emotional or maybe you never cared at all,” you sing, your body moving on it’s own, the movements slinky, your eyes heavy as you glance over at Brock. His eyes never leave you, bouncing up and down your body, following the trail that your fingers dance over your jaw. His gaze just goads you on as you continue, slightly amplifying your movements.

“Maybe I’m too emotional or maybe you never cared at all!” you sing, shooting a wink in Brock’s direction and you smile as your body turns to face his.

“Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy, not me, if you ever cared to ask,” you continue to sing, the big and bright smile on your face forcing the same expression onto Brock’s. “Good for you, you’re doing great out there without me, baby – “

“LIKE A DAMN SOCIOPATH!” the two of you yell in unison. The freedom that you feel as Brock and you plunge into the last chorus, letting everything hang out, hair flying and heads banging as the crescendo builds. You never felt happier than you did sitting in this parked car, screaming Olivia Rodrigo at the top of your lungs with the beautiful boy sitting next to you.

“Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily.”

The song ends and Brock turns off the car immediately after, plunging the car into silence. You look over to him, a breathless smile on your face at the pure joy radiating though your body. A very similar expression is on Brock’s face and you can’t help but stare into his sparkling blue eyes.

The silence is deafening as the two of you sit and stare at each other. Why neither of you dared to move, unlock the car, grab your bags and walk into the cabin to see your friends was a mystery to you both. But your mind didn’t dwell on it for long as. Because if it meant that you could spend a few more minutes with Brock looking at you like that, you would sit in this passenger seat for a lifetime.

You can see Brock swallow, his tongue darting to wet his lips and you can feel your heart pounding in your ears. But before his lips move to actually form words, a different pounding, the one of a fist against the window pane, breaks through the silence.

Both you and Brock are startled out of your reverie as you look over his shoulder to see Dakota banging on the glass, their hand waving you in towards the front door of the cabin. You return their wave, shrugging the weird tension that had fallen between you and Brock off your shoulders before you hop out, grabbing your bag from the trunk. A few moments later, you hear Brock follow you, his presence close behind.

“There you guys are!” Lexie exclaims as you and Brock finally push through the front door, her and the rest of your friends scattered around the main living area of the cabin. “We heard you pull up ages ago, thanks to how loud you were blasting Brock’s music, but then you didn’t come in. We were wondering what happened.”

“That’s why they sent me out to check on your two,” Dakota explains, plopping back down into the empty space on the couch. In the back of your mind, you almost curse Lexie for maybe ruining the moment between you and Brock… whatever that moment was. But that thought quickly flew from your mind as you watched Dakota quickly turn towards Jackie and Quinn sitting at the table. “They weren’t making out.”

Your eyebrows furrow at Dakota’s words, confused until you saw a $10 bill pass from Quinn’s hand into Jackie’s. You shoot her a small glare and her only response is a shrug as she slips the bill into her wallet.

“Well, we’re here,” Brock says, blatantly ignoring the not-subtle jests of your friends.

“Perfect!” Lexie says, bouncing from her seat. “That’s everyone then. Come on, I’ll show you your room,” she says beckoning you two up the stairs. You and Brock follow closely behind her as she makes it to the top of the staircase and bounds over to the door at the end of the hallway. You can see her hand hesitate on the doorknob before she spins around to face the two of you.

“Now,” she starts, her almost defensive tone throwing you off, “I did arrange for everyone to have a bedroom but I must have done my calculations wrong somewhere so… this is the only room left. Everyone else is already paired up and unpacked and…” Lexie trails off, choosing instead to open the bedroom door.

It’s a very cozy room, the cabin décor lining the bookshelf and small chest of drawers, the window showing a perfect view of the lake and mountains in the distance. You weren’t sure what the problem was until your brain finally connected the sight of the one queen bed with a red plaid quilt thrown over it. And the warmth of the man that was hovering close behind you.

“I’ll leave you two to fight it out,” Lexie says, quickly shutting the door and you swore you heard a slight teasing lilt in her voice.

You and Brock stand there in silence for a moment, a whole different kind of tension hovering over the two of you before Brock spoke first.

“I’ll take the couch,” he said and you can feel him turn to leave. But you didn’t want to force him to sleep on an uncomfortable couch on his vacation just for your sake.

You also didn’t want to admit that a small selfish part of you wanted him close to you.

“No, Brock. It’s fine. We can share,” you say, grabbing his duffle bag from his hands and placing it in the empty closet.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Why? Are you afraid I might kick you in my sleep?” you reply, using a joke to try and lighten the mood. A rush of relief wooshes through your body as you see Brock smile back at you, relaxing as he plops down onto the bed.

“No, I’m more worried about you drooling on me,” he teases, crossing his arms behind his head as he looks up at you from the other side of the bed. Your mouth drops open at his words, an overdramatic insulted expression painting your features.

“Rude!” you exclaim and feel a hundred times lighter as Brock’s booming laugh fills the room. You roll your eyes, moving away from him to start unpacking your bag. But every so often, you sneak a glance over towards Brock, his head resting against the pillows, hair fanned out around him, eyes closed, his breath coming in gentle waves. And you can’t help it when your mind starts to wonder what it would be like to wake up to him looking like that. And how you instinctively knew your body would fit next to his perfectly.

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Fever

Pairings : Dr. Ethan Ramsey & f! MC Dr. Olivia Valentine

Rating : Teen

Disclaimer : All characters belong to pixelberry and all rights for the song belong to the rightful owners.

Description : Towards the end of the gala in book 2, chapter 17, a karaoke game is hosted.

Authors note : Hello everyone! This fic was inspired by 1) my love for OH and romance, 2)conversations with people from the fandom and 3) my love for this song. I recommend listening to the song featured on this story, which is "fever" by Peggy Lee, just to have an idea of why I think this song is so fitting for our dear couple. English isn't my first language and this is my first attempt at an Ethan x MC fic, so please be kind with me. Now it's story time! Enjoy!

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The evening was progressing rather nicely, people having a good time,talking and mingling with the crowd, trying to do the best they could to save Edenbrook. Deep down, the hospital staff knew that this last effort, the gala, would just delay the inevitable closing of the hospital. However, there was no way they'd go down without a fight. At the very least, the hospital for as long as it would remain open, would be able to cater to those in need of medical care. Of course, apart from helping people and working there, Edenbrook had become a home to all of the doctors and nurses. Friendships, rivalries, love and pain were parts of the lives of all those people who worked in the hospital.

Things for a certain attending and resident were finally starting to become clearer. It seems that a future of them finally being together was nothing but inevitable.

Olivia couldn’t be more surprised by Ethan kissing her in front of all these people, when just a few months ago he didn’t want to pursue a relationship with her. The attraction and care they felt towards each other,were things they had both realized they felt a long time ago, but they hadn't acted on their feelings. After her albeit brief, but agonizing, brush with death though, the both of them, realized that they shouldn’t waste any more precious time just pining for one another. Dreaming, gazing, yearning for each other's touch and smile. This time, the both of them would take the leap and try. They cared for one another deeply and despite the fact that they hadn’t said the three magical words yet, it was pretty obvious that they did feel the same love and adoration for one another.

So here they are, now as a couple, after hours of talking and persuading people to contribute to their cause. The night would be soon drawing to an end but Naveen had a surprise in store for everyone.

‘’ Ladies and gentlemen thank you all for coming here tonight. We are all grateful for your help and support through these tough times. Before this wonderful night ends we have a surprise for you all. Grab your microphones and let your inner singer soar because we are hosting a karaoke game!’’, he announced with a huge smile.

The crowd cheered and applauded, thrilled for the chance to take part in this last event. This would undoubtedly be very fun and exciting for everyone.

‘’ Wooo! Get ready! ‘Cause ya’ll are about to hear my amazing voice! ‘’

‘’ I think we’ll pass scalpel jockey ‘’, Jackie smirked.

‘’ Jackie you’re no fun you know that right? How about you Oliv? Gonna sing something?‘’

‘’ Mmm… Yeah ‘'

’' At least you have a nice voice unlike some people here ‘’

'' You jealous of me Jackiee? You know that-''

‘’ Wait, you do? How come I didn’t know this Olivia? ‘’, Ethan interrupted, partly surprised. There was a spark in her eyes. "She definitely is up to something." he thought watching her carefully, trying to guess what she could be up to.

‘’Well Ethan it’s not like I sing all the time. Just when I’m in the mood. Okay wish me luck everyone! ‘’, Olivia walked away from the group and went up to grab the microphone.

‘’ Hello everybody! I’m Kyra Santana, a former patient of Edenbrook and now a member of the accounting department. However, at the moment I’m your host for this last part of our gala. Our first contestant is our very own, brilliant and gorgeous, Dr Olivia Valentine who is going to sing a song as beautiful and sensual as herself. Let’s all welcome Olivia singing ‘’Fever’’ by Peggy Lee!! ‘’

After a soft encouragement from Kyra she took the mic.

‘’This song is for someone special to me, who has made me feel things I never thought I would. For you. ‘’ Olivia said looking straight into Ethan’s loving eyes.

Never know how much I love you

Never know how much I care

As soon as she started singing, Ethan was left speechless. "She loves me? She loves me? Oh gosh. Oh gosh. Do I feel the same way? What do I say to her?". Ethan didn't need to think long about that. He knew he loved her. He had for a long time. When he thought he would lose her forever, it was like his world crumbled around him. She was his world. And he wouldn't waste any more time. With a nod to himself, he decided to tell her about his feelings too. If she could be so brave as to pour her feelings into a song and to admit her love for him in front of all these people, then he could find the courage to let his walls down. He was already hers in every single way.

When you put your arms around me

I get a fever that’s so hard to bear

Olivia moved her hips sensually to the rhythm of the music, never breaking contact with Ethan's eyes. She could see the initial surprise when she started singing, telling to him and the world that she loved him. However that surprise turned quickly into what she could only describe as love. He had a drink in his hand but he hadn't taken a sip since she got to the "stage". His eyes were taking in her every move mesmerized and she could see the slight blush on his cheeks. With a wink she broke contact to look at her friends. They were all wearing huge smiles on their faces and quietly supporting her, as always.

You give me fever, when you kiss me

Fever when you hold me tight

When she got to that part of the song she returned her gaze to Ethan who was now smiling warmly at her. With an answering smile if her own, she mischievously turned her back on him swaying her hips and got to move around the stage.

Fever in the mornin’,

a fever all through the night

Truer words had never been spoken. Olivia was on his mind, day and night, occupying his thoughts. He kept thinking of her joyous laugh, her bright green eyes and her soft touch every time of the day. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

Olivia finished her performance and was applauded by the guests there. As she began to step down from the ‘’ stage’’, she felt strong arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her close.

‘’You were absolutely amazing out there love.’’

Before she had a chance to reply, he grasped her waist tightly and kissed her passionately drawing ‘’woos’’ and ‘’ finally’s ‘’ from the crowd cheering them on.

‘’Thank you!’’ she whispered, still a little dazed from their kiss, eyes bright with love and excitement.

‘’For the record, you give me fever every time I see you too, Olivia . I … Every single time. You’re so smart, beautiful and a colossal PITA but… you’re my Rookie. I'm so honored to call you mine. I wouldn’t change that for the world, you know that right? I… I love you too Oliv, so much and I just want you it to be happy and…’’

He was interrupted by his girlfriend’s (he couldn’t believe it, yet it's true) sweet loving kiss.

‘’I know Ethan. It was pretty obvious to me, without you having said the words. But I'll never tire of hearing it. I am so so happy now. And all because of you."

Ethan took her hand and kissed the back of it. "Let’s go home shall we? I have to show you just how much fever you give me, after all.‘’

" I thought you'd never ask "

Ethan led her towards the exit, holding her small soft hand in his big one, while waving goodbye to their friends, having a huge grin in his face.

The night was young and they planned to take advantage of it.

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This is it folks! Thank you for reading!

A special thanks to @caseyvalentineramsey and @actuallybored for encouraging me to try and write this. Also a big thank you to @romewritingshop for being the most amazing beta. 🙏❤️❤️

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Behind the Mask (Rosnali) - Athena2

Summary: Rosé dances with a stranger at a Halloween masquerade party, and tries to find her the next morning.

A/N: Happy early Halloween! I finally finished this and decided to just post it a little early. It's basically just fluff and idiocy, and I hope you enjoy! Please leave feedback if you like, I really appreciate it!! Thank you so much to Writ for betaing!

“Jan, why couldn’t you just have a normal Halloween party?” Rosé asks. “Now I have to wear this stupid mask I can barely see out of.”

“Because a normal Halloween party doesn’t bring the drama like a masquerade party. Think about it,” Jan says intensely. “The excitement, the romance, the passion.” She spins so her striped can-can skirt flares around her. A sparkly maroon eye mask matches the fabric of her outfit perfectly, and Rosé will admit that she looks amazing. Even if her idea is annoying.

Rosé likes her dress, a flowy pink one with sparkles that makes her feel like a princess. But her mask feels weird against her face, and it’s a little too big, covering her cheeks and swooping into her vision if she moves her head too much. She secures it with more bobby pins and hopes it stays.

“She has a point.” Lagoona emerges from the bathroom in her blue mermaid dress with a matching mask in a fish scale pattern.

Jan grabs both of them, pulling them into a hug. “See? We all look beautiful, and this party is gonna be great.”

“You’re right.” Rosé squeezes them both, rushing with affection for her best friends. Tonight they’ll have the party, and tomorrow they’ll eat pumpkin pancakes and leftover candy while watching kids' Halloween movies because they’re all too chicken for horror movies.

The doorbell rings, and Jan flies over to open it, revealing Jackie, who Jan greets with a kiss. A dozen more people trail behind Jackie, in fancy costumes and masks. Rosé blinks in confusion. Last she knew this was just a small party, but the doorbell is ringing again, revealing more people, and it hits Rosé that this is why Lagoona made so much of her blue-green mermaid punch.

“How many people did you invite?” Rosé asks once Jan pulls away from the guests.

“You know…” Jan shrugs, trying to look nonchalant, “just…everyone.”

Rosé sighs and pours herself some punch.

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Everyone is right.

The apartment seems to have doubled in size, and every inch of it is filled by someone in a costume and masquerade mask. Rosé doesn’t even think Jan knows everyone here; in fact, she’s pretty sure Jan just invited anyone she’s ever seen in her life and told them to bring their friends.

Lagoona’s Halloween playlist—which seems to be 50% “Monster Mash”—is blasting, and the apartment is so dark and smoky Rosé couldn’t tell who anyone is even if she could see their faces. Her friend Olivia lifted her mask and talked to Rosé when she came in, but the party became too loud to talk over and Olivia eventually disappeared into the apartment. In this crowd of bodies, Rosé even loses track of Jan and Lagoona, and resigns herself to the chips and punch bowl. She loves parties, but this isn’t her kind of party. She likes seeing everyone, likes them seeing her, likes singing and dancing and being the life of the event, the thing people would talk about the next morning. Not all this mystery.

Rosé sighs, and that’s the moment someone falls into her. Rosé instinctively sticks her arms out to catch the person, noticing the way they fit right in her hands.

“Thank you,” the person says, their voice muted by the noise.

Rosé helps steady the person, and gasps when she looks up, because a Greek goddess stands in front of her. The woman’s mask is white with gold accents, sweeping into soft feathers that blend into her light blonde hair and cover everything except her full lips and chin. Her outfit matches, silky white with a gold belt, bracelet, and shoes, her exposed skin covered in glittery gold body paint.

“Are you okay?” Rosé half-shouts.

The woman nods. “Someone bumped into me,” she says--at least, that’s what Rosé thinks she says, because “Toxic” comes on and barely a heartbeat passes before Lagoona cranks the volume up even more.

Rosé realizes she’s still gripping the woman’s waist. She lets go, then offers a single hand to the woman, which she takes. Rosé leads her to the living-room-turned-dance-floor, heart pounding in her chest. There’s a certain bravery to the mask, Rosé finds. She’s usually confident, fearless, but she feels even more so behind her mask. There’s not as much fear in dancing with this beautiful stranger when she doesn’t know Rosé and Rosé doesn’t know her. Everything feels easier, more fearless, and Rosé gives into it.

There’s an instant connection between them as they dance. Rosé isn’t sure if it’s because of the mystery the masks provide, ramping up their feelings, or just the atmosphere of the party, but she and the stranger dance perfectly together, their bodies curving around each other in unison, occasional touches or moments of eye contact sending jolts through Rosé’s body. It’s like they’re on the same level, knowing how to be around each other. They don’t talk—couldn’t, really, over the noise—but they don’t really need to. The dancing is enough, and Rosé never wants to stop.

She doesn’t know how long they dance, only that the crowd starts to thin out, and then her mystery dance partner pulls away with a bow. She grabs a pen and writes something on Rosé’s palm, her touch gentle as it holds Rosé’s wrist steady, the warmth of her making Rosé’s stomach flip-flop. She kisses the back of Rosé’s hand and heads out, leaving Rosé to dream of her all night.

—-

Rosé wakes up with a head that feels like cement.

She didn’t drink that much of Lagoona’s punch, but she should know by now that it always hits harder than you think it’s going to. She swallows an ibuprofen she somehow had the foresight to leave on her bedside table and falls back to sleep.

She’s in much better shape the second time around, enough that the headache is gone and she can actually get out of bed. Memories of the night before start returning, like the costumes and the masks and the dancing--

Dancing with her beautiful stranger. A stranger who wrote something on Rosé’s hand before she left. Her heart pounds with the memory of the touch as she checks her hand. There’s a splotch of blue ink across her palm, followed by three smudgy numbers. A three--or maybe it’s a half-erased eight--a zero, and then a one. 301. Rosé stares at it, then at the splotch, and realizes that whatever came before it smudged off. It must have been a phone number, and now she’s lost over half of it. The 301 is completely useless to her. She’s blown her best chance at finding the stranger.

Rosé paces her room, trying not to lose hope. The thrill and mystery of dancing with a stranger last night feels so stupid now, with no name or any way of finding who she loved dancing with so much. Maybe Jan will know who it was, and Rosé marches into her room, dodging shoes and water bottles and half of Jan’s outfit from last night.

“Wake up. Please, Jan. It’s important.” She yanks the covers off Jan, wincing at both Jan’s knotted mess of hair and at the whine she lets out. “Do you remember who wore the goddess dress to the party? I danced with her and I want to know who she is.”

Jan groans. “Rosé, I barely remember what I wore to the party.”

“You’re still wearing half of it, bitch,” Rosé says.

“She was too busy being drunk on Jackie,” Lagoona yells from the room next door. Damn, these walls are thin, Rosé thinks.

“And on that awful punch you made!” Jan says, wincing at her own volume.

“Who did you invite?” Rosé demands, her patience dropping by the second.

Jan sighs and rolls on her side, revealing lipstick smeared across her cheek. “I told you, everyone. My friends from work, and from the theatre, and some friends of friends, and--”

“So, what, I’m supposed to stalk everyone you know? All I have is half a phone number,” Rosé says, and it sinks in how impossible this is. She doesn’t have a name or even a full face to go on; how is she supposed to find anyone?

“Just stalk Instagram like a normal person!” Lagoona huffs. “Maybe someone you follow tagged her in something.”

“That’s...actually a good idea.” Rosé flies out of the room as Jan groans and pulls the covers back up over her head.

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An hour later, Rosé is deep into the uncharted waters of Instagram, looking at cousins and friends and siblings of people she follows, all with no luck. At one point she ends up looking at an account for Jackie’s yoga teacher’s wife’s dog.

“Anything yet?” Lagoona asks, shuffling out of her room in a fluffy blue bathrobe.

Rosé sighs. “Nope.”

“Did you see her hair or anything to go off?”

“She had blonde hair. She was an amazing dancer. Her eyes--”

“Could be Brooke,” Lagoona says thoughtfully. “She’s blonde, and she dances. She lives in 604, I think.”

“Worth a shot,” Rosé says. She bites her lip, suddenly worried. “You don’t think this is weird, do you? Trying to find someone I danced with?”

“I mean, she obviously liked you and wanted you to find her, if she gave you her number. And if you find her and she changes her mind, I know you’ll respect that.”

“Of course I will,” Rosé says. Lagoona is right. The stranger did want to be found; it’s just proving a little harder than it should have been. “I’m gonna go see Brooke.”

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As Rosé’s neck cranes up, and up, to meet Brooke’s gaze, she instantly crosses Brooke off the list of possibilities. She’s gorgeous, but the stranger was nowhere near that tall; she was actually a little shorter than Rosé. Plus Brooke’s eyes are a grayish green, and the stranger had big brown eyes, eyes that Rosé kept trying to peek at while they danced because they were so pretty, so warm.

“No, I wasn’t at the party,” Brooke confirms. “Sorry I can’t help--actually, have you tried Kylie? She’s blonde and she loves to dance. She lives down the hall from me.”

Rosé’s heart leaps with hesitant hope. She knows Kylie is friends with Jan, but she’s only seen her briefly, so it’s possible she was the stranger. She knocks on the door, her stomach jumping when it opens. Kylie’s shorter than Brooke, but still a little taller than Rosé, and so pretty that Rosé takes a few seconds to notice her eyes aren’t the right color, either. But she asks anyway, just to be sure.

“Sorry, sugar,” Kylie says, her voice congested. “I wanted to go, but this cold knocked me on my ass and I stayed home.”

“Oh.”

Kylie sniffles. “Have you tried Kameron? We walk our dogs together. She doesn’t like parties much, but she might have stopped by. She lives in 412.”

“Thank you. I hope you feel better!” Rosé calls back, already heading for the stairs.

When the door of 412 opens, Rosé’s heart almost stops. Brown eyes, blonde hair, about her height. Maybe Kameron is the one. But part of Rosé feels like Kameron can’t be. She thought she would know when she saw the stranger, that she would instantly feel the connection again when she looked into her eyes, and she doesn’t have that feeling when she looks at Kameron, pretty as she is.

“I’m not really the party type,” Kameron says, shyly running a hand up and down her muscular, tattooed arm. Rosé tries to think if the stranger had tattoos, but she couldn’t see any of her skin with the gold body paint. “Sorry, but I’m not your girl.”

“That’s okay,” Rosé says numbly. “Thank you anyway.” She trudges back to her own apartment, where Jan is at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee, dress exchanged for a bathrobe.

“No luck?” Lagoona guesses.

“You didn’t tell me Brooke was that tall,” Rosé mumbles. “Her eyes weren’t the right color either.”

“You didn’t say anything about eye color or height.”

“I was going to, but you cut me off!” Rosé says with an anger she doesn’t feel. “Sorry,” she sighs, sitting next to Jan and taking the coffee Lagoona passes her.

“It’s fine.” Lagoona turns back to the stove, flipping golden pumpkin pancakes.

Jan pats her shoulder, the movement wobbly in her hungover state. “Let’s eat and then we can try again. Maybe I can figure out everyone I invited.”

They talk and laugh about the party while they eat, and Rosé feels a little better despite everything nagging at her. With the three of them working together, maybe they can find the stranger and things will work out somehow.

She refreshes her Instagram feed again, met with a set of photos Olivia just posted. She scrolls through them lifelessly and gasps at the third one, of Olivia taking a selfie with a blonde in a feathery mask and white dress. She’s tagged as Denali Foxx, and Rosé almost drops her phone clicking on it. The profile is private, and the person in the profile picture has brown hair, not blonde. But the costume is right. It has to be the stranger, even if the hair doesn’t match, and Rosé’s heart pounds.

“I think I found her!”

She texts Olivia, pacing the kitchen while she waits for a reply.

Olivia: That’s my friend Denali, she just moved into your building actually.

Rosé: Which apartment?

Olivia: 311.

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“--I’m telling you right now, I did not go to your Halloween party! Halloween is just a waste of time, and while we’re talking about time, you should be doing something more important with yours than throwing stupid parties and dressing up in costumes like you’re five—”

“O-okay, ma’am, I’m sorry to bother you.” Rosé backs away from the door before the woman can keep ranting at her. She knew something was wrong when a woman in her fifties answered the door, but maybe the stranger was related to the woman and lived there. Rosé couldn’t give up after coming so far.

All she asked was if the woman or anyone that lives there had gone to the party, and her ears are still ringing.

Rosé sighs and pulls out her phone to tell Olivia that things were a bust, but there’s already another text from her.

Sorry, I meant 301!

Rosé grits her teeth and heads down the hall.

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The door opens, and the same spark from last night tingles in Rosé’s fingers, because she’s found her. She meets the eyes of the woman standing in the doorway and knows without a doubt that they’re the eyes of her mystery stranger; soft and brown and a little mischievous. Her heart skips a beat and she smiles, because she’s finally, finally found her.

“You were in the goddess outfit last night?” Rosé asks breathlessly.

The woman smiles, and Rosé notices the dimples in her cheeks for the first time, no mask to hide them anymore. “That’s me. I’m Denali.”

“I’m Rosé. I’ve been all over the building looking for you,” she says, laughing ruefully.

“But I told you where I live.”

“No you didn’t.”

“I wrote my apartment number on your hand, remember?”

Rosé flips over her hand and looks at the slightly smudged 301, finally noticing how it matches the numbers on Denali’s door. Her face burns as it dawns on her that she had the answer all along. “I...I thought it was a phone number that got erased,” Rosé admits sheepishly.

“No, it was my name and the apartment.” Denali gently takes Rosé’s hand, and Rosé gets the same fluttery feeling in her stomach as last night. “See, my name was here,” she says, tracing her finger over the blue ink smudge on Rosé’s palm.

“Oh my God, I’m an idiot.”

“Maybe,” Denali teases. “But you’re a cute idiot.”

Rosé’s face heats up again at being called cute. Denali’s beautiful too, now that Rosé can see her, with rosy cheeks and her perfect smile and soft brown hair tucked behind her ears. “What about your hair?” she blurts.

“Oh, that was a wig. I figured it went with the look better.”

Rosé runs a hand over her face, shaking her head at her own stupidity.

“Since you told me something embarrassing, let me tell you something too. No one pushed me into you last night,” Denali says, smiling shyly. “I noticed you the day I moved in here and thought you were pretty. I had Olivia find out what you were wearing at the party, and I knew it was too loud to talk, so I figured I’d bump into you and take you to dance. But you did that part on your own.”

Rosé smiles to herself, because Denali wanted to dance with her so bad she went through all that last night.

“That’s not as embarrassing as me knocking on half the doors in the building,” Rosé says, but she lets her smile grow.

“Maybe not,” Denali laughs, and Rosé doesn’t care about this morning; she would have visited every apartment just for this moment alone. She found Denali now, and she’s going to make it count.

“Since we actually know each other now,” Rosé begins, “would you want to go to dinner tomorrow night?”

“I’d love to. I’ll even wear my actual hair and let you see my face.”

“I’ll let you see my face too,” Rosé says, and even though she’ll have to hear hours of gloating from Jan about the party’s success, Rosé looks at Denali’s grin and knows it’ll be worth it.

[n-anon]

Fallout (Chapter 1)

Disclaimer: I don’t know how long this will be yet in terms of chapters, BUT THIS IS A SEQUEL SERIES. If you’re planning to read this, Please read My multi-chapter series of Ready Aim Fire, this will have spoilers to that! I’m linking it down below just so y’all can do so.

Ready Aim Fire Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

Okay done? All good? Then lets go.

Description: And as the ashes settle, everyone tries to return to what’s normal....And what’s left.

(TW: mentions of death, burning, and self-blame)

“Its been two weeks. His funerals on Tuesday. Are you coming?” Marvin stared at his hands. Still imagining the fire as it leaked through is fingers, he sighed, staring up at Schneep. “....Yeah. Of course.” Schneep nodded, jotting it down, he then set down the notepad, and grabbed  the cup of coffee, drinking from it eagerly, “Okay. Now talk to me.”  Marvin scowled, “I-I can’t. You know that.” Schneep hummed, “Can’t? Or Won’t? Jackie told me you will hardly speak to him. Hell, you can’t even look JJ in the eye. You did what you needed. It doesn’t make it any easier, yes. But locking yourself up for it in your own little mind prison and not talking is going to make it worse.” Marvin grit his teeth, the urge to just-burst out. Let it all burn.....let it go. He couldn’t. Not now. “Also. Jackie says the police need an account, they want it to go well with the public....That you didn’t mean to burn it down.” Marvin opened his mouth angrily, but Schneep cut him off, “I know you meant to burn it down, we all do. But ze people don’t. They want assurances that as Jackie’s new sidekick you weren’t trying to burn it down. That’s what their calling you by the way.” 

Marvin snorted. He was hardly a sidekick. He was the whole damn show...but the show was a mess. He nodded silently, “Can I go now?” Schneep sighed, then took another sip from his coffee, “Yes. Again, if you ever need to talk....well-You know.” the Magician nodded and with that he stormed out, unintentionally slamming the door as Schneep winced, and turned back to his work. He grabbed his pencil and began working, yet again. Of course, Marvin wasn’t the only one going through something right now...they were all suffering. The pieces were on the floor, and he didn’t know who was going to pick them up. Not without.....Nein. They would make it. It would be hard.....But they had to. His phone rang and he answered. “Dr. Schneeplestein’s office, how can I help you today?” 

JJ stood at the pier, staring at the spot. His fists were clenched, remnants...ashes. That’s all it was now. No heartbeat. Nothing he could do. The blaring yellow of the caution tape surrounding what little was left of them....He was happy. Sad.....All mixtures of emotions he couldn’t express out loud. He thought that when he died...It would return. That he could finally....But that was a dream, a false hope that kept him going. And now? All that was left was just the rubble. He felt the hand on his shoulder and the familiar steps. “Jameson? If you’re not ready we can-” He shook his head, and walked forward, glancing at the crumbled warehouse, “I just want to make sure there are no weird temporal differences...is all. They still found the knife, like you-made....them do. I’m just...worried, call it double checking.” Jackie told him that afternoon, JJ was eager to at least get out of the house, seeing boxes piled up near his door was too much to bare. If he was just stronger-No. They would’ve eventually found out. At least, that’s what he told himself. Jackie motions to the security guards, he had told them that JJ was a private investigator friend, he just wanted to double check, what little the police force knew of Anti-before...this, wasn’t much, but they understood he was dangerous, and could probably kill everyone in town if he wasn’t actually dead. He walked, looking around, what was left of the body of Chase had been removed. He sighed, closing his eyes as tears came up, he couldn’t think of that right now. He had to focus. He reached out for anything. Any sign, looking at his wrists he remembered the connection that was there before everything went wrong. Nothing. Not even a yoink. He turned to Jackie, and shook his head. Jackie seemed to relax, as he patted JJ on the shoulder, and the man left in a daze, he needed to get out. To breathe. Jackie stayed behind to talk to the cops, as he made the long journey home.

Stacy Brody wasn’t sure if she should be relieved or just dying inside, but she cried anyway. Finding out that Chase did none of the things he thought he did, Jackie’s final explanation filled with words of vitriol and persuasion, her mind swam as she tried to wrap her mind around it all, but one thing was clear. Chase had died a hero. And she was going to do what little she could to make sure he had a funeral like one. “Mommy?” She turned to see their-her youngest son, still wearing that hat Chase gave him, he looked so much like-She wiped the tears from her eyes and turned off the sink, “What’s wrong?” She asked, turning to him and pulling on her best smile, “Nothing, honey. Just remembering your dad.” The boys expression grew muted, sad, quiet, “Oh.” She had surmised he would know what was happening soon enough anyway, and what kind of mother would she be if she kept that from them? They deserved to know what happened...what kind of person their dad was, before they started forgetting, anyway. “Is...Are Uncle Jackie and the rest gonna be at the funeral?” Her son asked in a quiet voice, “Of course honey, they’ve assured me they’ll make it.” She knew the kids all loved their adoptive ‘Uncles’ “Now, where’s your sister?” The boy crossed his arms, “She’s still in her room.” Stacy sighed, “Okay. I’ll go talk to her, its time for both of you to get to bed anyway. Its late.” The boy pouted, “But mom-” Stacy walked up and picked him up, he was just 8, and she was tired. “C’mon, help me go get your sister to bed, alright, Grayson? You gotta be strong for mommy. If you go to bed early we can read that story about sharks you love so much.” Her sons eyes lit up and she smiled softly, as he ranted on about sharks, she closed her eyes, we’ll be fine. I think.

‘Oh, so you’re new? Welcome to the group chat! You got a name or nickname you use?’

‘You can just call me Blip for the moment, I usually go by that lol. Sorry to hear about your dad D: that really sucks. If you need someone to talk to, I’m here. We all are, I think. Anyway yeah I know we’ve just met but hey, if you need someone to talk to...’

‘Absolutely! We’ll help you in anyway, if you need anything, we’ll be here for ya Oli.’ 

‘Thanks guys... I might honestly just take a quick break from....everything, ya know?’

‘Understandable, take all the time you need!’

‘Yeah. I think I can figure out how this place works before too long :P’

Oli laughed at the comment, and smiled, she was glad her friends understood that, she let out a hiccup and wiped the tears from her eyes. She just didn’t know what to think right now, Everyone online was saying it was an accident. She wasn’t stupid. She knew Uncle Marvin had something to do with it, and the funeral was the best place to confront him about it, they needed to know the truth, if not for her for Grayson...at least. She sighed as a knock on the door came, and she exited the chat without much of a goodbye, and laid in bed, “Olivia honey, are you awake?” Her mothers voice creeped through, she let out a very fake snore, hoping she’d take the hint as her mother sighed, “Okay...Love you honey.” She heard the door close as she just buried her face in the pillow, and eventually she fell asleep for real, dreaming of fire.

(A/N: THIS IS A LONG BOI. Also sorry for this very sudden, very out of nowhere sequel series, @rogue-of-broken-time’s post about posting fics we never thought we would make really got me thinking, and eventually thinking got me to go like ‘lol what if I wrote a sequel series based in this uni about the aftermath. And yes the sons name is Grayson cuz haha references, and if you get that reference, you get a gold star. Hope you enjoyed, and as for how long this series is gonna be-Uh...No idea lol We’ll see. This is just mostly set-up. If you want to be added to the tag list, as always, send me a DM, comment below, or ask, and I’ll get right on it!)

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[ylaskayekaterina]

Traitor

What have I done wrong?  

 What did I do?      

 What did I do?       

 What did I do?      

  Those are the words swirling in Denali's mind. 

    How could she?       

 How-----       

 How am I not still enough?       

  It was on the news, on the lips of everyone she knew and faceless strangers. 

 HEADLINE:    The young Broadway star Rosé and the new and upcoming pop star diva Olivia Lux shared a kiss at the red-carpet last night!  

 Dread and hurt has spread like wildfire in her entire body.

The words are everywhere, In her twitter, her Facebook, her Instagram hell---- even her tumblr and stan account.  The font might be different and some headlines might have different captions but it only tells her one thing. She kissed somebody else, somebody else who wasn't her. 

  Denali didn't know she was gasping for air until she saw that Kahmora was calling her, with shaky hands she declined the call. Then Mik started ringing her up to until all their mutual friends are leaving her messages and calling her. 

    She read every single article, watched every video that was associated with Rosé and Olivia. She knew their little set up can end up like this, knew the possibility that Rosé  might fall in love with somebody new when she tours all over the world whilst she was in Chicago. She felt like she was stuck in a vast of nothingness.  

Even when she closes her eyes she can still see the headlines vividly.

Rosés  management actually wanted them to break up they advised that to Rosé  but she resisted said that if she says yes to their every whim then what would she stand for. For Denali that was a declaration of love but thinking about it now, if she really did love her why fight for her then only to ruin her now? Only to rip her heart in pieces and shred her soul into shreds. 

She could respect her decision if she decided to leave her for something greater, for her dream. She has always imagined how Rosé would leave her but never in this shade of betrayal.

Rosés management told her that it's only wise to break up since it will be an advantage for her career, She almost let go of Rosé because she wanted the best for her but she fought against it. She said that without Denali this is all for nothing. So they compromised and hid their relationship to the media.

It's not like she doesn't know this is coming, she knows but she shrugged it off in the back of her mind, tossed into the darkest realms of her worst fears. She can tell that Olivia was in love with her Rosie, she saw the long glances she gave her girlfriend, the way she just let her hand linger a little bit longer in Rosés shoulder, the way that she always seems to ask for Rosé. She knows,   she knows.  

Maybe it was her fault for not talking to her girlfriend about, for shrugging it off. The white lies, the phone calls they kept in Rosés private phone, the way she instantly always nods when she spit out white lies outright to her face. Maybe it was all her fault for always trying to excuse her girlfriend’s actions. 

She thought she would wail and scream until her throat become soar, surprisingly. She doesn’t cry, she just stared in oblivion whilst clutching her chest, she badly wants to talk to her to try and understand why she did this to her when the only thing she did in the entirety of their relationship is to love her. 

It's not like nobody has told her about this their mutual friends has told her their opinions about the set up even Rosé's sister Jan and Lagoona has utter their share of suspicions about Olivia but she shrugged it off and maybe she shouldn't have.

This betrayal is a long time coming, the cold lonely nights, the empty bed she comes home to every night and the fact that they haven’t talked for almost a month now has finally led to its course. 

She knew that it might come to this when Rosé told her about the showmance that her and Olivia would be playing up for the cameras but her trust for her girlfriend always suffices her doubts. 

Rosé started to call her multiple times but she just sat there and closed her eyes. She declined all her calls and took out her suitcase. 

For a brief moment she just stared at the ceiling wandering why her first impulse was not to talk to Rosé and fix them because that was the routine that they're used to. For a brief moment a sense of panic arises in her and that made her want to call Rosé. 

She wanted to scream at her, to get mad but at the end she decided against it.

She types out a text to Mik and Kahmora telling them to come to their apartment.  A few minutes later they arrive with worried faces and chocolate chip cookies ice cream in tow. 

When they saw her suitcase, they shared a worried glance at each other. 

I only smiled at them and utter a thank you for getting at my place at such short notice. 

"We brought ice cream and also I hope you don't mind but---" Mik sentence was cut short when Jan and Jackie appeared at her doorstep

Jan hugged her tightly and Jackie pulls her away.

"Thank you for coming guys, Help me pack?" I mutter with a grin that show my dimples.