#veronica hastings x female reader

[oneshotnewbie]

Can you do one where reader is Veronica's shy girlfriend and reader has a panic attack and veronica comforts her

Authors note: It took me really long to post it & I'm very sorry about it. Hope you like it, nonnie!!

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The sun shone through the delicate curtains, bathing the bedroom in a warm, golden light as you stood at the warderobe trying to figure out what to wear to the elegant dinner. Today was a special day - the annual family reunion was coming up. Normally you were excited to see your family again, but this time it was different. This time you were bringing your girlfriend with you, and that was making you increasingly nervous.

Veronica wasn't like the other women you'd dated before. She was more mature, more experienced and almost twenty years older than you. Even though you had fallen in love with the lawyer, you weren't sure how your family, especially your father, would react. They were traditional and conservative, and the idea of you as a daughter dating an older woman would probably be met with very little approval.

With a sigh, you stood up from your spot in the bedroom and began to prepare. You put on a simple but elegant black suit and as you looked at yourself in the mirror and waited for the hair straightener to warm up, you couldn't help the doubt that rose within you. What would your parents think? And your siblings? Would there be an argument?

While you were lost in your thoughts, you didn't even noticed Veronica coming into the room. Only when her hand gently touched your shoulder and she pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek did you return to the present. "Ready for today, darling?"

It didn't take long for her to get a response while placing a hot cup of tea in front of you. "I'm nervous, very nervous." You spoke, leaning back, your head resting on her stomach. "Don't worry, love. We can do this together. I look forward to meeting your family."

You smiled weakly and took a sip of the warm drink before getting to work straightening your hair. Veronica was always so confident and reassuring, even in the most difficult moments. She gave you the courage you needed to get through this day.

After you got ready and took one last look in the mirror to correct yourself, you walked downstairs where your girlfriend was already waiting for you, ready. She grabbed the car keys and together you made your way to your family house. The drive there felt like an eternity and you could feel the nervousness in your stomach as you got closer.

Finally you reached your parents' house and the lawyer parked in front of the driveway. Your heart began to beat faster as you got out of the car and walked with Veronica towards the front door. When you opened the front door, you could already hear the muffled voices of your family inside.

With a deep breath, you entered with your girlfriend and were immediately greeted by your mother, who hugged you with open arms. "It's good to see you again, my child," she said lovingly. You returned the hug, forcing yourself to smile even though your insides were raging with nervousness. Then you turned around and saw your siblings also walking towards you, smiling.

"Y/n!! You're finally here!" your younger sister shouted, taking you into a big hug as well. "And who is this?" She added, pointing to Veronica who was standing behind you.

You swallowed hard and turned to your girlfriend, who was standing quietly behind you, a friendly smile on her lips and a slight air of authority surrounding her. "This is Veronica, my girlfriend." You introduced nervously, searching for her hand, which you quickly found.

There was an awkward silence, followed by curious looks and whispered conversations. You could literally feel the tension building in the room and your heart began to beat even faster than before. But then your mother stepped further forward and smiled warmly at her. "It's nice to meet you, Veronica," she said kindly, holding out her hand.

Veronica returned the smile and shook your mother's hand. "Thank you, it's a pleasure to be here," she replied politely and a sense of relief washed over you when you saw how kindly your mother responded to her. Maybe everything would be okay after all.

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The air was heavy with tension as you all gathered at the dinner table. Your parents, your siblings and you. And of course Veronica, your girlfriend, who is now getting to know your family for the first time. She sat next to you, her grip on your hand under the table light, and you could feel her meeting the tension with ease. Just like she had learned as a lawyer.

Your father, a serious man with a sharp look and a stern expression, immediately started asking questions as soon as the food was served. "Veronica, it is? How long have you known each other?" he asked, fixing her with a piercing gaze.

Your girlfriend took a sip of her wine with pleasure as she met him with a smile. "We've known each other for about two years," she replied calmly, squeezing your hand when she felt it start to shake. Your father, on the other hand, frowned as he examined her. "And how exactly did you meet?"

You felt an uncomfortable pressure building up inside you. These questions were not just curious, but had an underlying threat. You knew how strict your father could be, especially when it came to such personal matters.

Veronica paused for a moment before answering him. "We met in court. She was testifying in a murder case, as she was the lead detective on that case. I'm a lawyer, we worked together at the time."

Your brother, who was sitting next to you, looked at her with a skeptical look. You could practically feel him trying to read between the lines, looking for any clue that something was wrong with her. Meanwhile, you felt more and more uncomfortable. The pressure that your family was slowly but surely building seemed to be crushing you. You knew they were worried, but it felt like they were suffocating you in the process.

As your father asked more questions, you felt your breathing become shallower. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest and you could feel a panic attack building up within you. You tried to calm yourself, but the tightness in her chest became more and more intense.

Suddenly you couldn't think straight anymore. Your family's words blurred into a slurred murmur and you felt tears gathering in your eyes. "I... I have to... excuse me for a moment," you mumbled and jumped up before leaving the dining table and walking into the garden.

Your hands were shaking as you leaned against the pillar of the patio, trying to take a deep breath. The sounds from the dining room were muffled, but you could still hear the quiet hum of your family's voices.

You closed your eyes and tried to calm yourself, but the pressure in your chest kept getting stronger. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you fought against the overwhelming feeling. Veronica hurried after you as you stormed out of the dining room and found you sitting on the patio, trying to calm your troubled thoughts. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked softly as she walked over to you and sat down on the stairs.

You sighed as you played with the rings on your fingers, your hands sweaty and shaking. "I'm sorry you have to endure this. I didn't want you to feel like you were being interrogated."

She let out a deep breath and wrapped an arm around your shoulders before pulling you closer to her. "It's okay, after all I didn't become a lawyer for nothing. You don't have to apologize, I'm doing this for you and you know I wanted to meet your family."

You smiled weakly, grateful for her support. "Thank you for being here and doing all this," you said and she squeezed your hand gently, looking deeply into your eyes. "I love you, and I'm sure your parents will like me. They're glad you have a family that cares about you."

You felt somewhat strengthened and determined by Veronica's words. You knew you had to pull yourself together to go back and face the challenge that lay before you. She stood up and held out her hand. You accepted it with a grin and she pulled you up, placing a quick kiss on your lips before heading back into the house, where you prepared to face the stares and questions of your family again.

As you approached the dining table, you noticed your father walking towards you. His expression was still serious, but there was also some relief in his eyes.

“Come here, my child,” he said gently, hugging you tightly. "I'm sorry if I put pressure on you by asking your girlfriend questions. I've been thinking about your relationship with Veronica for a long time, and I have to say, I see more clearly now. She's a remarkable woman, and I see, how happy she makes you."

You were surprised and touched by your father's words. A wave of relief and gratitude washed through you, and you knew that you had finally found the acceptance and support of your family.

With a smile, you turned to Veronica, who was standing next to you, and took her hand. He also turned to the older woman. His look was serious, but also full of recognition. "Veronica," he began, "I hope you take good care of my girl. She means everything to me and I trust you will make her happy."

The person addressed smiled warmly and nodded resolutely. "I'll take good care of her, I promise," she spoke, holding you tightly in her arms, and in that moment you both knew that you would not only take care of yourself, but each other as well, no matter what.

As the family reunion progressed and you both returned to the dinner table, you found yourself becoming more and more relaxed next to Veronica. You laughed with your parents, swapping stories and enjoying each other's company. Despite the initial concerns, everything felt just right.

At the end of the day, as you headed home, Veronica gently placed her hand on your thigh and smiled. "They seem really nice," she remarked quietly as she drove calmly through the streets. You nodded and smiled back, a tired but pleasing smile also reflected on your lips. "Yes, they really are. And I'm so glad you get along with my dad."

And as you enjoyed the sunset together on the way home, you knew that with Veronica by your side, you could do anything - even the family gatherings that were about to happen more often.

[adrenaline-roulette]

He’ll save every one of us Chapter 3

Brian May x Reader with side notes of Roger Taylor x Original female character 

Preview: “There was a contract type thing. Is it binding if it was written on greasy, fish and chip paper?”  “Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s still binding.” “You’re killing me Brian! Aren’t boyfriends supposed to be supportive?”

Chapter three: Kick him out!

“I just don’t understand how he can miss so many practises, and yet Bree won’t agree with me, and kick him out of the band?” You mutter, sitting behind Roger’s vacant drum set. Brian had invited you to Queen’s band rehearsal, with the promise of dinner afterwards. He had been raving about a small fish and chip shop, which he had been going to since he was a child. Once you had mentioned you had never been there, he had done everything in his power to ensure you would go, this had meant cancelling Friday night scrabble with the band, much to Freddie’s anger. Freddie was convinced the only reason why Brian had, conveniently, double booked his Friday night was because Brian knew he would never be able to beat his tripple word score for ‘Innuendo’ which had won him the game only last week. You kick the bass drum pedal twice, in an attempt to release your frustrations, though it does little to help. “I hate to be the barer of bad news Y/N, but didn’t Jake create the Midnight Librarians? Maybe Bree is worried about trying to kick him out of his own band?” Brian suggests, strumming a few chords on his guitar, making sure she was perfectly tuned, as always.

“Well, I mean yeah, he did, but, but… Why should that matter?”

“Because technically, if you were to kick him out of the band that he created, any money you get from the gigs you guys do, would go straight to him. If you signed any sort of contract or anything, saying you agree to be in the band with him.”

“Fuck, there was a contract type thing. Is it binding if it was written on greasy, fish and chip paper?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s still binding.”

“You’re killing me Brian! Aren’t boyfriends supposed to be supportive? Not to find flaws in my wonderfully thought out plans!”

Brian rolls his eyes, resting the Red Special down on his guitar stand. “Your wonderful plan was to stop playing in the middle of your next gig, walk up to him with a beer in hand, shout into the microphone, ‘Get the fuck off stage Jake, you’re fired.’, then pour the beer on his head.”

“And I would have gotten away with it too, if it hadn’t been for you meddling kids!” You smirk, as you swivel around in circles on the drum stool. Brian was right, you ran the risk of losing all the extra cash you were making with your gigs this summer. Granted it wasn’t your only income, but the café you worked at had been giving you less and less shifts this past month, and with college about to go back, you had to save as much as you could!

“Plus, if he came up with the name, then he could make it so you were no longer able to use it…”

“Aha! Saved! I came up with the Midnight Librarians!”

Brian makes his way over to you,  his tall frame looming over you as you grin up at him, head tilted all the way back just to see him, bloody hell Roger had this stool set low! “Has he really missed that many rehearsals?

   You frown, trying to figure out when the last time Jake had shown up for practise had actually been. Granted, he had shown up for the all your other gigs so far, ever since that first night where you had met Brian. So that was better than nothing… “I don’t think we’ve rehearsed with him in close to two months. I mean, he came to rehearsal once, drunk as a skunk. Spent half an hour wondering around my apartment, searching for paracetamol, threw my pack of smokes out of the window, then collapsed in the bath and slept. That was a, productive, afternoon.”

Brian chuckles, resting a hand on your shoulder gently, rubbing soothing circles over your shirt. “Well, it sounds to me like you don’t really have grounds to kick him out, especially not without Bree’s agreement. He’s been coming to the gigs at least, I won’t comment on how well he sounds, but at least he’s been there. That makes it a little bit tricky to kick him out on the grounds of him not showing up…”

The door to the practise room swings open, just as you pout up at Brian, a warm breeze filling the small space. “Afternoon...” Roger smirks, strutting in, glancing over at Brian and your close proximity.  “I see you’ve been warming the seat for me, why thank you Y/N.” Brian rolls his eyes at the leering tone in the drummers voice, and you simply shake your head, pressing your lips against Brian’s when he leans down to meet yours.

Freddie bursts through the door next, the door nearly hitting poor Deaky in the face, as he lets it swing shut behind him. “Shit! Deaky I’m sorry, I thought you were further behind me than that!” Freddie yelps, as Deaky opens the door slowly, a dazed look across his face

“My life just flashed before my eyes…” He mumbles, blinking slowly. Roger howls in laughter at Deaky’s melodramatic response, Brian and you grinning from ear to ear.

Once Frddie has checked over John, making sure he hadn’t actually hurt his favourite bassist, you leap up from the stool, gently pushing Brian away from you in your haste. “Thank god, she moved!” Roger smirks, skipping over to the vacated seat, twirling his drumstick in his right hand once seated.

“Deaky help me! Brian is trying to use logic on me again!” You giggle, racing up to the young man, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. Over the past month and a bit, not only had you grown exceptionally close with Brian, you had come to know the other band members quite well also, with Deaky well on his way to being one of your closest friends.

“Better be careful there Bri, looks like Deaky is about to run off with your woman.” Freddie grins, brushing his long, dark hair back behind his shoulder, and gliding past the two of you, as you hug.

Deaky chuckles, as you releases his arms from around you, while you do the same, still standing close to each other. “You’re right Fred, Deaky and I are going to run off and elope. Sorry Brian, Deaky has won my heart!”

“Typically people don’t warn others about when they are going to run off and elope, they just sort of, do it…” Brian shrugs, a smile paying across his lips, as he fishes his sixpence coin from his back pocket, holding it carefully between his ling fingers.

“See what I mean! He keeps using logic! I can’t take it any longer!” You cry dramatically, fanning your hand in front of your eyes as if pretending to fight off tears.

“You know, he is right…” Deaky half smirks, and your eyes grow wide in their sockets.

“Are you on his side now? I can’t have both of you using logic against me, that’s just not fair!” You cry, stepping away from Deaky, pressing your back up against the door, in an excellent imitation of a frightened cat.

“If you want someone illogical, Roger may be your best bet.” Brian grins, ducking out of the way of Roger’s expertly aimed drumstick. The wooden stick barely missing Brian’s wild mane of curls as it flies through the air, before landing neatly by your feet.

“I am not illogical! And I don’t want to date Y/N!” Roger grumbles, scowling at the tall guitarist to his left, bitter at his missed shot at his head.

You glare at Roger, before crouching down and picking up the lonely drumstick. “This is mine now.” You declare triumphantly, as you slip it into your front pocket. If Roger didn’t want to date you, then there was no chance in hell he would grab for the drumstick with where it was now. “What do you mean you won’t date me Rog? I’m a catch!” You laugh, sticking your tongue out at the grumbling blonde.

“Wouldn’t Bree complain if you and I started dating? Wouldn’t Brian?” He countered, looking down sadly at his lonely drumstick.

“I doubt Bree would care, and Brian is the one who suggested it!”

“Alright fine, how about I date you, and Brian can date Bree?”

“But that leaves Freddie and Deaky left out! Let’s just swap entirely! Roger, you and I are together. Brian you get Bree, Deaky you and Mary are a couple now, and Freddie you get Veronica!” You can’t help but laugh at the shocked expression on everyone bar Roger’s face. None of the men seem to know how to respond to what you had just decided upon. “Come on lads, it won’t be that bad! Think of all the cute quadruple dates we could go on!”

“I’m suddenly really regretting starting this who conversation.” Brian shudders, lifting an eyebrow at where you had stored Roger’s drumstick.

“Besides, Mary has already told me that if she and I weren’t dating, then she would be all over Brian again. She once said something about missing his freakish tallishness. Though at the time she was attempting to reach something in the top shelf of the pantry.” Freddie chimes in.

“To be fair, I too miss Brian’s freakish tallishness when he isn’t around, and I don’t feel like climbing on a stool to reach what I want.” Deaky smirks, as he makes his way over to where he had left his bass, clicking open the latches on the case.

“Hey, Brian..” Roger half whispers, half shouts, causing the taller man to turn on his heel, heading towards his friend. Roger beckons him closer with a few frantic hand gestures, and Brian leans down, so Roger can whisper in his ear. You watch the two exchange their whispered conversation, eye narrowing into slits as the two occasionally peer over their shoulders to look at you. You’re not sure whether to be nervous or annoyed at the secrecy.

“Thanks Rog, I’ll keep that in mind.” Brian smiles, as he steps away from him, before heading over to you, both hands nestled in front pockets, causing his shoulders to hunch as he walks.

 Roger busies himself with ensuring his drum kit is still perfectly set up, while Freddie and Deaky discuss what their new set list should be for their first gig as a new band. “May I help you, May?” You smirk, looking up at Brian as he leans his shoulder against the wall beside you, entwining his fingers between yours.

“Just wanted to finish what we started, before we were so rudely interrupted.” He breaths out, before leaning down and capturing your lips with his. You smile against the kiss, pressing your body closer to his, as he wraps his arms around you waist, yours falling over his shoulders. You allow your eyes to flutter shut, the warm, safe feeling that came from being in Brian’s embrace, wrapping around you like a woollen blanket. That feeling however, came crashing down around you, when you felt Brian’s hand move from where it had been resting on your left hip. Before you have time to process what he’s doing, his fingers have slipped into your left pocket, wrapped around the stolen drumstick, and pulled it free.

You pull away from his lips, playfully glaring up at him, Brian had just accomplished the ultimate betrayal. “Sorry luv, we can’t have a drummer with only one drumstick.” He teases, brushing his lips across yours one last time.

“How about we get him a set of bongos’ instead? That way he won’t need drumsticks at all!” You suggest, grinning wickedly at the idea. You wonder what would happen if Roger were to walk into the rehearsal room one day, and find his drums gone, and bongos’ in their place. You would have to talk to Freddie about orchestrating that little idea.

Brian throws the drumstick towards Roger, the wooden piece being aimed with far less precision than Roger had initially thrown it with/ “Thanks mate, you’re the best!” Brian waves him off, before giving your hand one final squeeze, as Freddie clears his throat.

“Deaky and I have come up with a basic outline for our new set list, let’s see how far we can get through it this afternoon…” Freddie begins, before Brian raises his hand, something all the band had begun doing when they wanted to speak. It caused less arguments, and made it so everyone could actually hear what was going on. Freddie doesn’t allow for Brian to speak this time however. “Yes, Brian dear, I know that you and Y/N will be leaving at five o’clock. Don’t worry, we haven’t created a four hour set list.” Brian lowers his hand, a sheepish grin on his face.

You laugh softly, before heading towards the old sofa pushed against the far wall, there was a knitted blanket draped over the back, which you had discovered was mostly there to conceal the rather large tear that had formed in the fabric. Beside the sofa was a bar fridge, which played host to what beer had been on sale recently, and a couple of bottles of water. From what Brian had told you, he couldn’t quite recall how long the water had been I there. Knowing you would be here for a while, you make yourself comfortable on the sofa, laying on your side with your head propped up on your hand, watching the four men take their positions. “We’re starting with Keep yourself alive. Y/N, tell us what you think won’t you dear?” Freddie grins, as Roger counts the band in, music filling the small practise room in a crescendo.

The music seeps into your very being, and you can’t keep the smile off your face, this must have been the song Brian had been raving about these last few weeks. He refused to give you any details, other than it was a brand-new song, and he thought it sounded incredible! He was right! “Keep you satisfied…” Freddie sings quietly, as Brian and Deaky play the last few chords to the song, Roger twirling his drumstick once, just for show.

“Holy shit…” You whisper, staring wide eyed at the band before you. Four sets of eyes stare back at you, all unblinking, as if daring you to speak first. “You guys, that was incredible! Do you have any idea how far you guys are going to go? You will make it big with this type of music, everyone will know the name Queen!”

Freddie laughs gleefully giving Deaky a sturdy hi-five, as Roger throws one stick in the air, his bright blue eyes sparkling a the knowledge of people loving their song. Brian steps over to you, reaching his hand out to you, your own hand moving to clasp his, allowing him to help you to stand. “You really liked the song?”

“Of course I did, it was amazing. I never knew you could compose like that, you’ve been keeping secrets from me.” You tease, swinging your hands gently back and forth, between the two of you, your fingers locked tightly together. “Queen will be big, no, bigger than big! You guys are going to be stars! And you, Brian May, will shine the brightest.”

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[oneshotnewbie]

Are you able to write Veronica Hastings x shy female reader, where the reader is the same age as Spencer during the time period where Veronica is running for senator?

They’re at one of Veronica’s important senator things and while Veronica is giving an interview, Spencer goes to the bathroom and runs into the reader who is crying and having a panic attack about the amount of people.

Basically the reader gets upset and tells Spencer not to tell Veronica because she has more important things to worry about but she does anyway and she immediately stops the interview and goes and comforts the reader (while calling her ‘baby’ and stuff like that❤️)

If you just want to throw this request away you can😂 I’m sorry if it sounds like a lot. I’ve been rewatching PLL and I’ve been filled with endless ideas! Sorry if this is too detailed of a description.

Authors note: I wasn't sure if the reader is just a good friend of Spencer's and that's why Veronica cares so much about her or if they are in a relationship, so I just wrote the second variant and hope I was right with it. If not then I'm sorry.

Summary: You were a normal girl with ordinary social behavior. At least until A made your life hell and years after the events have calmed down, you suffer with a violent but hidden social phobia. When a group of flashing newscasters slowly fill the small room and you feel hemmed in, you are pushed over the edge.

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Everything around you began to hang up, almost to stand still, and you felt an oppressive warmth rising in you that was accompanied by dizziness. Your breath caught in your lungs, every way blocked the air entering it. The tension in you continuously rising.

You were afraid of situations with people that you did not know personally, which did not necessarily make your job any easier. Fear of strangers; it was not possible to assess them and they were all unpredictable. Eventually, each of them could be a monster that was after you once more.

Your hands gripped the sink with ravishing strength, the muscles in your arms tightening rapidly. White skin contoured your knuckles and revealed the fine veins as you felt your eyes burning.

The room in which the crowd gathered around Veronica Hastings felt like a pool full of piranhas ready to attack. Of course you understood that people did not care about you as an event manager who just had to look good standing in the lounge. Yet the unbelievable, cruel fear that something horribly was about to happen was kindled.

Slow, salty tears trickled down the sides of your nose and you narrowed your eyes. The black imagine in your mind´s eye instantly transforming into the memories back to the bunker in which you were imprisoned. The background noise of your girlfriends interviewers sounded audibly loud and disturbing to your ears; amplifying the monotonous ringing in your ears.

Your protective shield had crumbled under the looks of the people who seemed judgemental to you and made your existence questionable. Your strong walls had been broken down.

Frustrated with yourself and the embarrassing situation you did gotten yourself into, you smacked the white ceramic destructively. You tried to cover your ears, blocking out the voices as a deep, loud sob escaped your mouth.

You had to breathe. It was too hard to breathe. You could not. The panic in you grew steadily and tears ran unhindered down your cheeks, smearing the mascara completely. You could not stop the fear corrupting your head piece by piece; destroying your perspective of life.

You vision blurred in your reflection of the mirror. You could no longer see. No longer breathe or hear. All your senses left and all you could feel was the sharp and pricking pain in your chest, the memories that haunted you and the demons that caught up with you.

You were exposed to the panic attack and could not escape it.

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"Attention, everyone!" an auditioner had risen from his seat and was crowding the front of the stage at the microphone. Amused, he waved to the audience of newscasters. He fell silent for a while, clearing his voice before continuing with a smile on his lips. "Let´s greet the Senator from Pennsylvania. Mrs. Veronica Hastings."

There was loud cheering from the crowded room; the photographers sneaking around unrecognized between the rows of seats. He had stepped aside, leaving room for the woman he had announced seconds ago. The addressed stood up from her place, renewed applause enveloped the walls and she thanked them heartily for being allowed to be here.

As the woman immediately began her preface, Spencer stood in a quiet corner of the room with some of the other lobbyists, engaged in an animated but low-key conversation. "Yes, your mother outdid herself today. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly she can host an event like this,"

The brunette sighed and finally searched around for you, the actual creator of this entire event. You were the event manager and in demand in your job as ever. You had often helped her mother and smiled on an an advertising poster for exclusive brands in every town in the are. She envied your freedom and your drive to make it this far. She was more then proud of you.

During her studies, Spencer focused on international relations. This was her dream and her chances of becoming the ambassador´s right-hand man in the near future were increased. Her career was within reach in the diplomatic field. She knew that this way she was always somehow close to her mother and you, the only people who mattered most to her besides the other girls. "Spencer?"

Her head snapped around to one of the girls in front of her and gave them an apologetic look. They responded with a friendly smile. "I am sorry, will you excuse me?" with that, she quickly downed the noble and outrageously expensive drink in the champagne glass, said goodbye to them and headed towards the bathroom to check her makeup.

A clean slate and perfection were the top priorities for this career, everything else was unacceptable.

Spencer followed the long and dimly lit room, barely making out each door in the pallid light. Gently, she ran her fingers over the individual panels that were stuck in the middle of the door and traced the lines of the writing. "Bingo,"

With a firm grip on the doorknob, she threw the door open and gave out a startled scream when she saw a darkened figure in front of her. Pondering why someone was sitting in the dark, she stepped a little into the room and waited for the automatic light to come on. Spencer blinked a few times to adjust to the brightness before she recognized you standing in front of her.

"Y/n, you scared me!"

When there was no answer form her best friend, she stood stock still and could not do anything but cast her gaze over you. The shock evaporated and she looked into dark, wide-open eyes. Fixed pupils radiating nothing but pain, fear and pure panic. "Are you okay?"

Your breathing was heavy and your heart was beating hard and fast against your chest. Trembling legs that barely kept you standing and a tremor in both hand made it impossible to move. "I think I am having a panic attack,"

Panic attack was an understatement. You felt like you were suffocating. No matter how many desperate breaths you took, there was not nearly enough oxygen in the air to fill your collapsing lungs. Your hand clutched your white blouse and it looked like you were going to throw up at any moment. "I will get my mother,"

You pounded your chest in desperation, trying to breathe life into it. The dizziness broke out, it felt like being on a sailing ship. "No, please" you only managed a pathetic snarl; you were sure you were going to choke. "She has more important things to do."

But Spencer did not care what you told her. She was intended to shout, even scream. After her mother. In the room full of other people and the Secretary of State, who had come along and embarrassing herself just to make you feel better. For her, it was important how you felt and that you needed help. "You are the most important thing in the world to her. I am gonna get her, no matter what you say."

Your best friend knew that you would only escape the swelling panic attack if you only had her mother by your side. And so she disappeared out of the door faster than she came and ran for her life onto the middle of the stage to get what you needed.

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"Oh god, baby" she whispered softly before she lunged through the door at you, pulling your violent shaking body into her arms and hugging you tightly for a while. You cried, occasionally speaking things between sobs that she could not understand.

"Please stop crying, love. I am here." Veronica said softly and poured little kisses on your top hair. She pushed you a little bit away from her so she could look into your glassy and red-shot eyes.

The senator carefully wiped away some of the tears glistening on your cheeks with one of her thumbs before looking down at your hands, which you were playing with madly; scraping the corners of your skin until it bled.

Sighing, she took your hands in hers and held them tight to break your bad habit. The saintly tears behind your eyes burned as if you had washed them out with soapy water. Air. You needed her so badly but could not make it. Cold sweat formed on your forehead and your vision darkened. "Close your eyes, angel."

You did as you were told and more tears welled up in your eyes as your heart danced in your chest. "Well done, now try to breathe in as slowly as you can." You were drained, completely drained and your body barely obeyed. Everything rumbled inside you and it seemed so clear to you that there was no room to breathe. "Can not."

"Yes you can, I believe in you."

Your hands clenched in hers and you tried to swallow, desperately pushing the air into your lungs most possible. You pounded your chest again and whimpered in desperation. Warm hands pushed past your back and laid down on your shoulders; slowly massaging it.

"Do you remember our first Christmas together?" Veronica began, hoping some happy memories would bring you down. Her hands fell from your shoulders down your upper arms until they settled in your middle and hugged you tightly from behind. "After dinner we sat drunk on the two cuddly sofas with Spencer and laughed uproariously at the Grinch."

Like a toddler, she rocked you in front of the mirror and breathed tender warmth on your neck. Veronica elicited a quiet giggle from you and she started to grin mischievously into your soft hair. "You were curled up on my lap because you did not like his face and his mighty eyebrows."

"He is green and creepy," you began to squeeze out softly between your dry lips, feeling the air slowly enter back your lungs. The senator grumbled in amusement and looked up in the mirror. The last tears had left your eyes and the first lanes of those that had fallen earlier were already drying on your skin. Your lips were no longer pressed together but lay relaxed on each other and formed, in her eyes, into a beautiful grin. "His smile is like the smiley face from the horror movie."

She noticed how relaxed you suddenly leaned your head against her shoulder. She loosened her tight grip on you, yet not completely letting go of you and still ensconced in her embrace. Veronica gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

"Thanks, Ronnie. You are the only one who can calm me down during a.. well, panic attack. But you always pull it off and Iloveyousomuch," you said in one breath, watching her cheeks turn pink despite the words already said many times.

Her face hid briefly in your neck and you felt small pecks on your ticklish and delicate skin before she reappeared and lifted your chin towards her with her index finger so that you had to look at her. Once again, you smiled at her before she started to speak. "Iloveyoutoo," she said, grinning. In one breath, imitating you.

[oneshotnewbie]

REQUEST ;

Are you okay with doing a Veronica Hastings x 20 something female reader one shot, where even though they are in a relationship , the reader is shy and scared to talk or tell Veronica things because Veronica has a very dominant personality. So when Veronica figures this out from someone else, maybe Spencer, she goes and confronts the reader about it ( in a concerned type of why) so Veronica decides to show her how much she loves her and it gets spicy. I know you don’t write smut, so however far you are comfortable with taking it is fine with me.

Love you and no pressure whatsoever to get this done❤️

Authors note: Here's the first part of the story. Don't worry, the second part will be uploaded in five minutes right after this one! ♥

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Veronica Hastings and Spencer sat at dinner together, the dining table was finely set as the warm light from the ceiling lamp bathed the room in a cozy and inviting atmosphere and the gentle clinking of dishes and cutlery filled the quiet silence. The older one turned the pages of her files while, experienced in the nuances of life, she occasionally looked at her daughter with loving eyes.

The smells of freshly prepared food enveloped the two woman, but the anticipation of dinner and the quiet moment was accompanied by the seriousness and tension of a difficult case that the older woman had just landed. The experienced lawyer had been handling a particularly difficult case and it was obvious that she could not wait to share her thoughts with her daughter, who still young and so full of curiosity, looked at her mother impatiently, waiting to hear what she was thinking.

"Is the case really that difficult?" she asked with a gentle tone, her eyes curiously glued to the white paper, hoping to decipher something overhead.

Veronica sighed slightly and began to describe her impressions of the challenging case. "Complicated litigation that raises many ethical and legal questions," she explained with passionate conviction, and the brunette listened intently as her mother laid out the details that had occupied her mind throughout the day. “My client claims that the company BioGenesis used her genetic data to develop medication without her consent.”

“And what does the company think about that?” the younger brunette asked, taking a sip from her glass. As they worked on their plates together, the conversation developed deeper and Spencer listened intently to her mother, letting her mind wander further about the case.

"The defendant denies the allegations and maintains that my client gave tacit consent. My client never expressly consented to her genetic data being used for research.” she answered bluntly, surprised by her daughter's pointed questions to get a better understanding of the matter. For Spencer it was a fascinating insight into the world of law. "But she participated in several clinical trials without objecting to the use of her data. She provided all the necessary consent forms without reading the fine print."

As the conversation about the case progresses, it becomes clear to Spencer why you were so afraid to tell your girlfriend some of the things that were occupying your thoughts. Her mother had a strong and dominant personality and spoke with a wide range of conviction and confidence that influenced some people to be afraid of her.

"Mom, I admire you for your determination and commitment to justice, but now I know why y/n is afraid to talk to you about certain things and tends to come to me instead," spoke the younger brunette carefully, and dropped the fork back on the plate to fully delve into the topic. Even before you started dating her mother and showed up as just a friend, she had taken you into her heart and treated you like a full member of the family.

Spencer had watched her mother slowly but surely fall for you, and she was happy about it, which is why she hated watching you hide things from her that you should normally discuss openly with her. But she knew from the start that it was not your fault but rather Veronica's personality that made you shy away.

"Spencer, what do you mean by that?" she had now received her mother´s full attention as the lawyer closed her files and pushed them far to the side. With an not entirely understanding look, she cocked her head to the side and smiled, but it was more of a thoughtful than a sincere smile. Despite her intelligence, she did not know exactly how to understand the sentence, which had left Spencer´s mouth.

"Well, in the position of a lawyer, you sometimes forget to put aside your dominant personality at home. That does not mean that you are not empathetic or compassionate towards y/n, but sometimes you scare her just a little bit."

Her eyes were wide and she suddenly seemed agitated and slightly shocked by the last bit of the sentence. She puts her hand to her forehead and rubs her wrinkles as if trying to organize her thoughts. Her expression holds disbelief. Focusing on one object, she stares at the steaming coffee that had caught her attention.

“I never really realized it.” Veronica watched the steam rising from her cup before burying her face in her hands, shaking her head agitatedly. "How long have you known?" she added the direct question to her previous sentence. Raising her head only slowly and distractedly, Veronica looked directly into her daughter's eyes, but her expression remained stone.

"A few months. We have-"

"And you never told me anything about it? You know how important it is to me to do everything right with her so that I can hopefully have her by my side forever," the brunette said sadly, feeling upset that Spencer had not informed her right away. The younger one nodded ashamedly, feeling guilty for not saying anything. She simply did not want to interfere in her mother's relationship, knowing that it was never the right solution. "I am sorry, Mom. I did not want to-"

"Interfering? I know, do not worry. I am not mad at you, I am just afraid I will lose her if I do not show her that she does not have to be afraid of me if something bothers her and that she can talk to me."