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I write for wlw, mlm and mlw and maybe wlm (if requested)

Fluff , Angst , Smut , Hurt/Comfort , Dead Dove If something does not fall under the examples just ask and I consider whether I do it or not.

I will always keep my works with the warnings so that everyone knows what they are about to read.

I write for the pitt and 9-1-1

my requests are open 🔓

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Could you write McKay x female reader fic where we (and Harrison) go to the lake for a fun day (or camping)?

Or Mcvadi but same theme!

Thanks so much!!!!!

I don't write ship posts like McKay x javadi but I can write McKay x female reader I'll start writing tomorrow

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can i request some john shennnn pleaseeee🙏🙏🙏

Thanks for the request ☺️ you can find it here

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Title: Medium Iced, Two Sugars

Fandom: The Pitt

Pairing: John Shen x Female Reader

Summary: Nobody in the ER knew that John Shen was married. Mostly because John Shen never talked about himself. So when a woman walks into the department carrying a Dunkin’ tray and casually kisses him on the cheek like it’s the most normal thing in the world… the entire staff short-circuits.

The ER was chaos.

Not unusual chaos—just the normal kind.

Phones ringing. Monitors beeping. Nurses moving quickly through the halls while exhausted residents tried to keep up.

And in the middle of all of it, John Shen was charting with the same calm expression he always wore.

Focused. Quiet. Efficient.

Dana had once joked that she was pretty sure the man didn’t blink.

Then the ER doors opened.

And suddenly, everyone learned two things at once.

One: John Shen apparently drank Dunkin’ religiously.

And two—

John Shen had a wife.

You walked into the department balancing one of those cardboard drink trays from Dunkin’ Donuts with practiced ease, scanning the room until your eyes landed on John.

Instant smile.

“There you are,” you said warmly.

Several heads lifted immediately.

Because nobody—nobody—talked to John Shen like that.

John looked up from his charting, and the second he saw you, his entire face softened in a way nobody in the department had ever witnessed before.

Actually softened.

Not polite.

Not professional.

Soft.

It stunned everyone into silence.

“You brought coffee,” he said, standing up immediately to take the tray from you.

“Obviously,” you teased. “You forgot breakfast again.”

A few nearby nurses exchanged looks.

Whitaker nearly dropped a chart.

You reached up automatically, fixing the slightly crooked collar of John’s scrubs before kissing his cheek lightly.

And that—

That was the moment the entire ER collectively lost its mind.

“WHAT?” someone blurted from across the desk.

You blinked.

John sighed quietly like he already knew exactly what was happening.

Langdon looked personally betrayed. “You’re married?!”

John glanced at him. “Yes.”

“Since when?” Cassie demanded.

John frowned slightly. “Three years.”

“THREE YEARS?!” Whitaker repeated.

You looked between all of them in confusion. “Wait… none of you knew?”

A chorus of no’s answered you.

Dana folded her arms, staring at John. “You never mentioned having a wife.”

John shrugged once. “It never came up.”

“It absolutely would’ve come up!” Langdon argued. “That’s huge information!”

You laughed softly while John handed you your own coffee cup from the tray.

“He’s kind of private,” you admitted.

“Kind of?” Cassie echoed. “We barely know what music he listens to.”

John took a sip of his iced coffee calmly while the department continued spiraling around him.

“You guys are being dramatic,” he said.

“The man has a secret wife and we’re dramatic?” Whitaker said incredulously.

“Secret wife?” you repeated, amused.

Dana pointed at John. “Do you know how many times this man has worked double shifts and never once mentioned going home to another human being?”

John looked genuinely confused. “Why would I bring that up randomly?”

The entire desk groaned.

You laughed harder now, leaning lightly against his side while he steadied the drink tray with one hand.

And somehow that made everything worse.

Because now everyone had to process the fact that John Shen apparently had a soft domestic side.

Cassie narrowed her eyes. “Oh my god.”

“What?” you asked.

“You’re telling me this guy goes home and acts like a husband?”

John looked offended. “I am a husband.”

“Yeah, but like…” Langdon gestured vaguely. “You’re so… John Shen at work.”

You grinned. “He’s still John Shen at home.”

John nodded once. “Correct.”

“But nicer,” you added.

John looked at you for a moment before the tiniest smile appeared again.

The room erupted instantly.

“Oh, that’s insane,” Whitaker muttered.

Dana pointed aggressively. “See? See what happens when she’s here? He has facial expressions.”

John sighed. “I’m going back to work now.”

“No, absolutely not,” Cassie said. “We’re interviewing her first.”

You laughed. “Interviewing me?”

“We need details,” Langdon insisted. “How did you even get him to date you?”

John immediately resumed charting like he planned to ignore the conversation entirely.

You smiled knowingly. “Honestly? He brought me coffee first.”

The room went silent.

Then every head slowly turned toward John.

John paused mid-typing.

“…traitor,” he muttered under his breath.

You burst out laughing while the entire ER descended into chaos around him.

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Falling Out of Orbit — Final Part

Pairing: Alysa Liu x Female Reader

Featuring: Amber Glenn

Genre: Angst, reconciliation, happy ending

For a few quiet moments, neither of you moved.

You stayed curled against Alysa Liu while she held you tightly, like she was still scared this would disappear if she loosened her grip too much.

The hotel room had gone soft around the edges somehow.

Warmer.

Safer.

Alysa pulled back just enough to look at you properly, her eyes still slightly red from crying.

“You sure?” she asked quietly.

The question caught you off guard.

“What?”

“That you wanna do this again.” Her voice softened. “That you still want me.”

Your heart hurt a little hearing how uncertain she sounded.

You reached up and brushed your thumb gently beneath her eye.

“Alysa,” you whispered, “I never stopped wanting you.”

Her breath caught slightly.

And before she could overthink herself into another spiral, you leaned forward and kissed her.

Not rushed.

Not desperate.

Just slow and certain.

Alysa immediately melted into it with a tiny relieved sound that almost shattered your heart all over again.

Her hands found your waist carefully, like she still couldn’t believe she was allowed to touch you again.

When you finally pulled apart, Alysa rested her forehead against yours and laughed softly.

“Okay,” she whispered shakily. “Yeah. I’m definitely never surviving another breakup.”

You snorted softly. “Good. Don’t make me go through one again.”

“Deal.”

The room fell quiet again before your eyes drifted toward your phone sitting on the nightstand.

Toward the plane ticket confirmation still open on the screen.

Illinois.

Leaving.

Starting over without her.

You stared at it for a long moment.

Then reached over, picked up the phone, and opened the airline app.

Alysa blinked in confusion.

“What’re you doing?”

Without answering immediately, you pressed the cancellation button.

The screen refreshed.

Your flight has been canceled.

Alysa stared.

Then looked back at you slowly.

“You canceled it?”

You shrugged lightly, though emotion still tightened your throat.

“I don’t think I need it anymore.”

The expression on Alysa’s face right then was so openly emotional it almost knocked the breath out of you.

She looked relieved.

Overwhelmed.

A little stunned.

Then suddenly she was kissing you again, smiling against your mouth this time.

“You have no idea how much I love you,” she whispered.

You laughed softly. “I think I’m starting to.”

—

About an hour later, the two of you checked out of the hotel together.

Alysa insisted on carrying your bag despite you repeatedly telling her it wasn’t heavy.

“I’m rebuilding trust,” she informed you seriously while dragging your suitcase through the lobby.

“That’s not how trust works.”

“It helps spiritually.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately.

The car ride back to the original hotel felt strangely normal.

Like slipping back into something familiar after being terrified it was gone forever.

Alysa kept reaching over just to touch your hand like she needed constant reassurance you were actually still there.

By the time you got back upstairs, it was nearly 1 a.m.

You quietly opened the hotel room door—

—and immediately froze.

Amber Glenn sat upright in bed wearing glasses and aggressively eating chips while watching some chaotic reality show at low volume.

She looked over.

Saw both of you standing there.

Then slowly lowered the chip bag.

“…Oh my god.”

You immediately started laughing.

Amber pointed dramatically between the two of you.

“YOU FIXED IT?”

Alysa looked mildly offended. “Why do you sound shocked?”

“Because both of you are emotionally constipated.”

“Amber!” you laughed.

“She’s right,” Alysa muttered.

Amber practically launched herself off the bed.

“Come here, idiots.”

Before either of you could react properly, she pulled both of you into an aggressive group hug.

“You guys stressed me out so bad,” Amber complained dramatically. “I was two hours away from making a PowerPoint presentation about communication.”

“You absolutely would’ve too,” Alysa groaned.

“Correct.”

You laughed harder, the sound lighter now.

Real.

Amber finally stepped back, eyeing both of you suspiciously.

“Okay but seriously, if either of you break up again during this tour, I’m transferring rooms.”

“Noted,” you said immediately.

“Fair,” Alysa agreed.

Amber nodded once, satisfied.

Then she pointed toward Alysa.

“She cried into your hoodie, by the way.”

Alysa gasped in betrayal. “Amber!”

“You deserve humiliation.”

You burst out laughing as Alysa buried her face into your shoulder dramatically.

And for the first time in days, everything felt okay again.

—

The next morning at practice, everyone noticed immediately.

Not because you and Alysa were being overly affectionate.

Actually, if anything, Alysa seemed calmer than usual.

Lighter.

Like something heavy had finally been lifted off her chest.

She smiled more.

Laughed more.

Even her skating looked different.

Cleaner.

Sharper.

Happier.

During run-throughs, she landed jumps with a confidence that had been missing the last few days.

At one point, another skater glanced toward her and laughed.

“What happened to you?”

Alysa just grinned.

“Got some sleep.”

From the boards, Amber snorted loudly enough for half the rink to hear.

“Yeah, okay.”

Alysa threw a glove at her.

—

Then came the final performance for that city.

The arena lights glowed overhead while the crowd roared with excitement.

Backstage, Alysa bounced lightly on her skates, looking more energized than she had all week.

You stood near the curtain watching her carefully.

And suddenly she looked over.

Found you instantly in the crowd of people backstage.

And smiled.

Not the polished media smile.

Not the practiced Olympic smile.

Your smile.

The one you fell in love with first.

Warm.

Crooked.

Real.

Alysa skated like she was weightless that night.

Every movement felt brighter somehow.

Freer.

The audience noticed it.

The cast noticed it.

Even backstage after the performance, people kept commenting on it.

“I swear Alysa’s glowing today.”

“She looks way happier than yesterday.”

“What changed overnight?”

Amber nearly choked trying not to laugh every single time.

And when Alysa finally skated off the ice at the end of the show, flushed and breathless and smiling wider than you’d seen in weeks, she came straight toward you without hesitation.

Like there had never been any question where she belonged.

She wrapped her arms around your waist immediately.

“You were amazing,” you whispered.

Alysa smiled against your forehead.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Her eyes softened.

Then quietly, so only you could hear:

“I think I skate better when I know you’re still waiting for me afterward.”

And honestly?

You believed her.

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Falling Out of Orbit — Part 5

Pairing: Alysa Liu x Female Reader

Genre: Angst, reconciliation, comfort

The room went completely still after Alysa’s confession.

I really thought you were gonna be the person I spent the rest of my life with.

Your chest ached so badly it almost made you angry.

Because part of you wanted to stay hurt.

Wanted to hold onto the anger because anger was easier than admitting how much you still loved her.

But Alysa looked so heartbreakingly sincere sitting there in that chair that it was getting harder and harder to protect yourself from her.

She rubbed nervously at her hands before speaking again.

“I know saying sorry doesn’t magically fix everything.”

You stayed quiet.

“And I know I hurt you really badly.”

Your throat tightened.

“You did.”

Alysa nodded immediately.

“I know.”

No defensiveness.

No excuses.

Just guilt.

And somehow that made this harder.

You stared down at the comforter twisted in your hands.

“When we met,” you said softly, “you felt… free.”

Alysa looked up carefully.

“You were happier after retiring.”

“I was.”

“And then when you came back to skating, I was scared at first.” You swallowed hard. “But you loved it again, so I convinced myself everything would be okay.”

Alysa’s face crumpled slightly.

“But after Worlds… after the Olympics… it started feeling like the sport was taking you away from me again.”

She looked like the words physically hurt to hear.

“I never wanted you to feel abandoned.”

“But I did.”

Silence.

Alysa blinked rapidly a few times before quietly admitting:

“I think I was abandoning myself too.”

That made you look at her.

She laughed weakly, rubbing tiredly at her eyes.

“The schedules, media stuff, appearances… it started feeling like 2021 all over again.” Her voice dropped softer. “And I was so scared of burning out again that I just kept trying to push through it instead of admitting I was struggling.”

Your anger softened painfully around the edges.

Because you remembered the stories she’d told you.

How trapped she’d felt before retiring the first time.

How everyone always wanted something from her.

How skating stopped feeling like hers for a while.

And now history had started repeating itself.

Except this time you’d gotten caught in the fallout too.

“You should’ve talked to me,” you whispered.

“I know.”

“You shut me out.”

“I know.”

“You made me feel like I didn’t matter anymore.”

Alysa’s eyes immediately filled again.

“You matter more than anybody else.”

The answer came so quickly it almost startled you.

She leaned forward slightly, elbows braced on her knees.

“I swear to god, you matter more than any medal or competition or interview.”

“Then why didn’t it feel like that?”

That question shattered her.

You saw it happen in real time.

Alysa looked down instantly, jaw tightening as tears slipped free again.

“Because I got overwhelmed,” she admitted shakily. “And instead of leaning on you, I pushed you away because I thought I had to handle everything myself.”

The room fell quiet again.

You hated how much pain was written all over her face.

Hated how exhausted she looked.

Hated that despite everything, all you wanted to do was move closer to her.

Alysa sniffed once before laughing weakly at herself.

“Amber threatened to fight me, by the way.”

That startled a laugh out of you.

“She what?”

“She said—and I quote—‘If you ruin the healthiest relationship you’ve ever had because you suck at communication, I’m actually going to throw a skate at your head.’”

You covered your face, laughing despite yourself.

“That sounds exactly like Amber.”

“She also said I have the emotional processing skills of a wet paper towel.”

“That one might be accurate.”

Alysa groaned dramatically. “Wow. Betrayal.”

The tension in the room loosened for the first time since she arrived.

Not gone.

But softer now.

More familiar.

Alysa looked at you carefully then, her expression turning serious again.

“I don’t want us to end like this.”

Your heart squeezed painfully.

“I don’t either.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them.

Hope flashed across Alysa’s face so fast it almost hurt to see.

“You don’t?”

You shook your head slowly.

“I’m still hurt.”

“I know.”

“And things would actually need to change.”

“They will.”

You hesitated.

“Alysa—”

“No, seriously,” she interrupted gently. “I know loving somebody isn’t enough if you make them miserable.”

That landed hard.

Because she meant it.

“I can’t promise things won’t still get busy sometimes,” she admitted. “But I can promise I’ll stop acting like you’re supposed to quietly survive the bad parts alone.”

Your eyes burned again.

Alysa stood carefully from the chair then, hesitant like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to get closer.

“Can I sit with you?”

You nodded once.

The second she sat beside you on the bed, the room suddenly felt warmer somehow.

Familiar.

Painfully familiar.

For a moment neither of you spoke.

Then Alysa whispered:

“I missed you so much.”

And that completely broke whatever was left of your resolve.

You started crying immediately.

“Oh no, baby—”

Alysa moved instinctively toward you, pulling you carefully against her chest.

The second her arms wrapped around you, you realized how badly you’d missed this too.

You buried your face against her hoodie while she held you tightly like she was terrified to let go again.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered into your hair over and over. “I’m so sorry.”

You cried harder.

Mostly from relief.

Eventually you pulled back just enough to look at her.

Her eyes were red too.

“You really looked awful when I opened the door,” you admitted tearfully.

Alysa laughed weakly. “Yeah, well. Turns out losing the love of your life negatively impacts your beauty sleep.”

You rolled your eyes through tears.

Then Alysa’s expression softened again.

Tentative.

Hopeful.

“Does this mean… maybe we can try again?”

Your heart pounded painfully.

But honestly?

You’d already known the answer the second you agreed to see her.

You reached up slowly and brushed your fingers against her cheek.

“Yeah,” you whispered.

Alysa’s breath caught.

“Yeah?”

“But if this happens again,” you warned softly, “Amber gets to throw the skate.”

A startled laugh burst out of Alysa so suddenly it made you smile for real for the first time in days.

“Fair,” she sniffled.

Then more quietly:

“I love you.”

Your chest tightened warmly.

“I love you too.”

And this time when Alysa kissed you, it felt less like fixing everything instantly—

and more like finally finding your way back to each other.

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Hii!! If it's not too much, I'd like to request a fic for Donnie Donahue. Okay, him and fem!reader are both nurses on dayshift and they like each other but are scared to ask each other out b/c they don't want to ruin their friendship and they are coworkers, but everyone else around them wants them together so they hatch a plan to get them together and confess.

Yes I will start writing this after I post the last parts of my mini series for Alysa liu

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Falling Out of Orbit — Part 4

Pairing: Alysa Liu x Female Reader

Genre: Angst, reconciliation tension

You barely slept.

Every time you closed your eyes, you saw Alysa’s face from the moment you said I think we should break up.

Devastated.

Panicked.

Like she genuinely hadn’t believed you would ever leave.

By 8 a.m., you were sitting cross-legged on the hotel bed staring blankly at your phone while sunlight spilled weakly through the curtains.

Your flight confirmation still sat unopened in your email.

Illinois.

Home.

Far away from this mess.

Far away from Alysa.

And somehow that thought hurt just as much as staying.

Your thumb hovered over your messages for almost ten full minutes before finally opening your chat with Amber Glenn.

You typed.

Deleted it.

Typed again.

Finally:

I’ll talk to her.

Just… not if she’s defensive again.

The typing bubble appeared almost instantly.

Then disappeared.

Then reappeared.

THANK GOD.

Also she has slept maybe 45 minutes total so prepare yourself emotionally.You snorted softly despite yourself.

A second message arrived immediately after.

And for legal reasons I was never involved in this.You shook your head, setting the phone down against your chest.

For the first time since the breakup, your breathing felt slightly less tight.

Only slightly.

—

At exactly 11:02 a.m., someone knocked on your hotel room door.

Your stomach immediately flipped.

You stood there for a second just staring at the door, suddenly questioning every decision you’d made in the last twelve hours.

Then another knock came.

Softer this time.

Careful.

You opened the door slowly.

And immediately felt your heart crack.

Alysa Liu looked awful.

Not dramatic movie-awful.

Real awful.

Like she genuinely hadn’t been functioning.

Her hoodie was wrinkled, curls messy and flattened on one side like she’d been dragging her hands through them nonstop, and there were dark circles under her eyes that definitely hadn’t been there a few days ago.

She looked exhausted.

Nervous.

Completely wrecked.

And somehow seeing Alysa Liu — Olympic champion, world champion, the girl who always somehow looked composed under pressure — standing outside your hotel room looking like she was barely holding herself together almost hurt worse than the breakup itself.

For a second, neither of you spoke.

Then Alysa swallowed hard.

“Hi.”

Your throat tightened immediately.

“…Hi.”

Her eyes flicked over your face quickly like she was checking whether you were okay.

Or maybe checking whether you hated her.

“I almost chickened out,” she admitted quietly.

That sounded painfully honest.

You stepped aside silently to let her in.

Alysa walked into the room carefully, like she was afraid any sudden movement would make you disappear.

The door clicked shut behind her.

And suddenly it was just the two of you again for the first time since everything exploded.

The silence was unbearable.

Alysa looked around the hotel room awkwardly before finally rubbing both hands over her face.

“I rehearsed this conversation in my head like thirty times,” she mumbled.

Despite yourself, you almost smiled.

“Only thirty?”

She let out one shaky laugh.

Then immediately looked like she might cry again.

That smile vanished from your face instantly.

God.

She looked destroyed.

Alysa noticed you staring and looked away quickly, embarrassed.

“I know I look bad.”

“You look exhausted.”

“I am.”

The answer came too fast.

Too honest.

You crossed your arms tightly, trying to protect your heart from immediately softening.

“Alysa—”

“I’m sorry.”

The words came out instantly.

Raw.

Desperate.

Not rehearsed at all.

Alysa’s eyes were already glassy.

“I’m so, so sorry.”

You looked down at the floor.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” she continued shakily. “I know you never cared about any of the fame stuff. I know that.” Her voice cracked. “You met me when I was literally retired and buying dinosaur chicken nuggets at midnight.”

A tiny unwilling laugh escaped you.

Alysa looked relieved just hearing it.

“I was scared,” she admitted quietly. “And instead of saying that like a normal person, I said the worst thing possible.”

The room fell quiet again.

You sat slowly on the edge of the bed.

Alysa stayed standing like she didn’t think she deserved to sit beside you yet.

“That wasn’t the only problem though,” you said softly.

Her face immediately fell again.

“I know.”

“You stopped being here, Alysa.”

Fresh guilt flooded her expression instantly.

“I know.”

“You kept promising things would calm down and they never did.”

“I know.”

“And I felt like I was losing you again.”

That one visibly hurt her.

Because it was true.

Alysa sat carefully in the chair across from you, elbows on her knees, staring at the carpet.

“I think…” She swallowed hard. “I think I was trying so hard not to hate skating again that I ignored literally everything else.”

You stayed quiet.

“I didn’t realize I was hurting you until it was already really bad.”

Your eyes burned again.

Because you believed her.

That was the problem.

You believed every word.

Alysa finally looked up at you then, eyes red and exhausted and painfully sincere.

“I love you more than skating.”

Your breath caught slightly.

“And honestly?” she whispered shakily. “That scares me sometimes.”

You frowned a little.

“Why?”

Alysa laughed weakly at herself.

“Because skating has been my whole life for so long that sometimes I don’t know what I’m supposed to be without it.” Her voice softened. “But with you… I never had to wonder.”

That hit you straight in the chest.

Silence stretched between you again.

Not angry this time.

Just fragile.

Then Alysa looked down at her hands and admitted quietly:

“I didn’t sleep in our bed last night.”

Your heart twisted painfully.

“What?”

“I couldn’t.” She shrugged weakly. “Every time I looked at your side of the bed I felt sick.”

You looked away quickly before she could see your expression completely crumble.

And softly — almost too quietly to hear — Alysa whispered:

“I really thought you were gonna be the person I spent the rest of my life with.”

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ummm hi. hello. hi!!!! DONT LEAVE THE FIC UNFINISHEDDDDDD

I promise I won't leave it unfinished 😭😭 I'm sick right now so I will try and post tomorrow

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Falling Out of Orbit — Part 3

Pairing: Alysa Liu x Female Reader

Featuring: Amber Glenn

Genre: Angst, emotional hurt/comfort

The new hotel room didn’t feel real.

It was too quiet.

Too cold.

Too empty.

You lay flat on your back staring at the ceiling, still wearing one of Alysa’s old hoodies you’d accidentally packed because your brain had stopped functioning somewhere between crying in the elevator and booking a last-minute hotel across the city.

Your flight back to Illinois didn’t leave for another two days.

Two whole days.

At first, after the breakup, your instinct had been to leave immediately. Just throw your stuff into a suitcase and disappear before things hurt even worse.

But every flight had been full or ridiculously expensive.

So now you were stuck here.

Alone.

The Stars on Ice tour would continue without you.

And honestly?

That thought made your chest ache in ways you couldn’t explain.

For months, your life had been hotel rooms, arena lights, backstage passes hanging around your neck, late-night food runs with skaters, watching Alysa practice jumps while half asleep in the stands.

You’d built routines around her.

Around them.

Now suddenly there was nothing.

No Alysa beside you in bed scrolling through TikToks at 2 a.m.

No hearing Amber Glenn loudly complaining from the other bed in every shared hotel room about how Alysa snored.

No waking up tangled together before early morning rehearsals.

Just silence.

Your eyes burned again.

You rolled over aggressively, shoving your face into the pillow.

You refused to cry anymore tonight.

Then—

Knock knock knock.

You froze.

Another knock sounded a few seconds later.

Confused, you pushed yourself upright and checked the time on your phone.

11:42 p.m.

Who the hell—

You walked to the door cautiously and opened it halfway.

Then blinked in complete confusion.

Standing in the hallway was Amber Glenn wearing sweatpants, a hoodie, and carrying a plastic convenience store bag full of snacks.

For a solid five seconds, neither of you spoke.

“…Amber?”

“Hi.”

You stared at her.

“How did you even find my hotel?”

Amber looked mildly guilty.

“That’s actually a really great question that makes me sound creepier than intended.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly.

“…Amber.”

She lifted both hands defensively. “Okay, in my defense, Alysa was spiraling, and I panicked.”

That immediately made your stomach twist painfully.

You looked away first.

Amber’s expression softened.

“She didn’t tell me to come here,” Amber said quickly. “Actually, she doesn’t even know I’m here.”

That surprised you enough to look back up.

“What?”

“She thinks I went to get ice.”

You blinked slowly.

“…You tracked me down instead?”

“When you say it like that, I sound like a private investigator.”

Despite yourself, a tiny laugh escaped you.

Amber immediately pointed at you. “There it is. Human emotion other than devastation.”

You rolled your eyes weakly, but the tension cracked slightly.

Only slightly.

Amber shifted awkwardly in the hallway. “Can I come in? Or is this the part where you slam the door in my face because technically I am Team Alysa?”

You hesitated.

Then stepped aside silently.

Amber walked in carefully, taking in the room immediately.

One bed.

Suitcase half unpacked.

Your plane ticket confirmation open on the nightstand.

The entire room practically screamed heartbreak.

“Oh,” Amber said softly.

Humiliation immediately crawled up your spine.

“It’s temporary.”

Amber glanced at you carefully. “You’re really leaving?”

“What exactly am I supposed to stay for?”

The question came out harsher than intended.

Amber didn’t seem offended though.

Instead, she quietly set the snack bag down on the small table.

“For starters,” she muttered, “I brought emergency breakup Sour Patch Kids.”

You stared at the bag.

“…Emergency breakup what?”

“Every emotional crisis needs snacks. That’s just science.”

Another tiny laugh escaped you before you could stop it.

Amber visibly relaxed at the sound.

Then the room got quiet again.

The heavy kind of quiet.

You crossed your arms tightly. “How bad is she?”

Amber exhaled slowly through her nose.

“…Pretty bad.”

Your chest tightened immediately.

You hated that it still affected you this much.

Amber sat carefully on the edge of the chair near the window.

“She’s been blaming herself for like… twelve straight hours.”

You looked down at the carpet.

“She should.”

Amber nodded once.

“Yeah. She knows.”

That hurt more than if Amber had defended her.

You swallowed hard.

“She said something awful.”

“I know.”

“She basically accused me of using her.”

“I know,” Amber repeated softly. “And she regrets it.”

You laughed bitterly.

“People always regret things after they destroy someone.”

Amber didn’t argue with that either.

Instead she studied you carefully for a second.

“You know what she said after you left?”

You immediately shook your head. “I don’t wanna hear excuses.”

“It wasn’t an excuse.”

You stayed silent.

Amber leaned forward slightly.

“She said she thinks the world got her back and she accidentally lost herself in it again.”

That knocked the air out of your lungs a little.

Because deep down… you knew that too.

That was the horrible part.

Alysa hadn’t changed into some cruel person overnight.

She was drowning.

And somewhere along the way, she’d accidentally dragged your relationship underwater with her.

You sat down slowly on the edge of the bed.

Suddenly exhausted.

“I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do anymore,” you admitted quietly.

Amber’s expression softened immediately.

“You don’t have to decide tonight.”

You rubbed tiredly at your face.

“She looked so angry.”

Amber snorted softly.

“She wasn’t angry.”

You looked up.

“She was scared.”

The room fell silent again.

Then Amber glanced toward the convenience store bag.

“…I also brought chocolate milk.”

You stared at her.

“Why?”

“Because Alysa once told me you cry harder when you’re sad and dehydrated.”

Your face immediately flushed red.

“Oh my god.”

Amber burst out laughing for the first time all night.

And despite everything—

despite the heartbreak sitting heavy in your chest—

you laughed too.

[whittakermultiverse]

YOU CANT JUST LEAVE IT LIKE THAT AINT NO WAYYYY😭😭😭😭

What if I said I have the other 4 parts sitting in my drafts....

[whittakermultiverse]

Falling Out of Orbit — Part 2

Pairing: Alysa Liu x Female Reader

Featuring: Amber Glenn

Genre: Angst, emotional fallout

The hotel room door shut behind Amber Glenn with a soft click.

For a second, the room was completely silent.

Then Amber saw the disaster.

Alysa stood near the window, breathing unevenly, eyes red already like she’d been trying not to cry and losing badly. One of your hoodies was crumpled in her fist so tightly her knuckles had gone white.

The untouched room service sat cold on the table.

One side of the bed was empty.

And suddenly Amber understood why you’d looked like your heart had been ripped out in the hallway.

“Oh, Alysa…” Amber said quietly.

Alysa laughed once.

It sounded awful.

“She left.”

Amber carefully set the takeout bag down on the desk. “Yeah. I figured that part out.”

Alysa wiped angrily at her face before tears could actually fall.

Which, of course, immediately made tears fall anyway.

“I screwed up.”

Amber leaned against the dresser, watching her carefully. “What happened?”

Alysa shook her head hard like she could physically shake the memory away.

“I said something stupid.”

“That narrows it down exactly zero.”

Another humorless laugh escaped Alysa before she finally sat heavily on the edge of the bed.

For a long moment, she just stared at the carpet.

Then finally whispered:

“I asked if she only liked me better when I wasn’t successful.”

Amber’s eyebrows shot up instantly.

“Oh, damn.”

“I know.”

“No, Alysa, seriously, that’s bad.”

“I KNOW.”

Her voice cracked on the last word.

That shut the room up again.

Amber watched Alysa press the heels of her hands into her eyes, shoulders tense like she was trying desperately not to completely fall apart.

“She looked at me like she didn’t even recognize me anymore,” Alysa admitted shakily.

“Well…” Amber sat down beside her carefully. “Can I be honest?”

Alysa gave a miserable nod.

“You kinda hit below the belt there.”

“I didn’t mean it.”

“I know you didn’t.”

And Amber did know.

Because Alysa Liu had never really cared about fame the way people assumed she did.

If anything, Alysa spent most of her career trying to survive the pressure that came with it.

Amber had watched the comeback happen in real time. Watched Alysa go from genuinely enjoying skating again to slowly getting swallowed by schedules and expectations and media obligations all over again.

Not because Alysa wanted celebrity attention.

But because success came attached to it whether she liked it or not.

“You know what the worst part is?” Alysa whispered.

Amber glanced at her.

“She’s right.”

That surprised her.

Alysa swallowed hard, staring blankly ahead.

“I have been ignoring her.”

“Alysa—”

“No, seriously.” Her voice cracked again. “I kept thinking once the season slowed down, I’d fix it. Once media calmed down, once the tour ended, once everything stopped being so insane—”

“But it never slowed down.”

Alysa nodded miserably.

“And she kept getting pushed back further and further.”

The room went quiet except for the hum of the air conditioner.

Amber finally sighed softly. “You love her?”

Alysa looked offended by the question for half a second.

Then immediately crumpled again.

“So much.”

“Does she know that?”

“She did before tonight.”

Amber winced.

That answer hurt.

Alysa finally broke then.

Not dramatically.

Not loudly.

Just… quietly.

One second she was sitting there trying to keep herself together, and the next tears started spilling down her face faster than she could wipe them away.

“I didn’t even mean it,” she whispered brokenly. “She was just looking at me like I’d become someone else and I panicked.”

Amber’s expression softened immediately.

Because underneath the Olympic gold medals and interviews and sponsorships, Alysa was still just twenty years old.

Still just a girl terrified of losing the person who knew her before the world reclaimed her.

Amber gently took the hoodie from Alysa’s clenched hands before the seams ripped.

“You know,” Amber said softly, “I think part of you got scared she was right.”

Alysa looked up slowly.

“That you really are disappearing into all of this again.”

Fresh tears slid down Alysa’s face.

Because that was exactly it.

The comeback had started as freedom.

Somewhere along the way, it had started feeling heavy again.

And somehow she hadn’t realized she was dragging you down under that weight too.

“I should call her,” Alysa whispered.

Amber hesitated.

“You can.”

Alysa immediately grabbed her phone.

Then stopped.

Her thumb hovered shakily over your contact.

“What if she doesn’t answer?”

Amber looked at her carefully.

“You might have to accept that she’s really hurt right now.”

Alysa’s face crumpled again.

“I hate this.”

“I know.”

“I hate that I made her cry.”

Amber sighed softly before pulling Alysa into a side hug.

For once, Alysa didn’t resist it.

“She still loves you,” Amber murmured quietly.

Alysa let out a shaky laugh against her shoulder. “How do you know?”

“Because nobody cries like that unless they really loved somebody.”

That only made Alysa cry harder.

[whittakermultiverse]

Falling Out of Orbit

Pairing: Alysa Liu x Female Reader

Genre: Angst, breakup, emotional hurt/comfort

note: I'm back y'all 😅😅

You met Alysa Liu during the weird in-between stage of her life.

After the 2022 Olympics. After the World Championship bronze medal. After the shocking retirement announcement that had half the skating world confused and the other half worried.

But you didn’t know any of that when you met her.

To you, she was just the girl sitting cross-legged on the floor of a bookstore café arguing passionately about whether jellyfish were “basically aliens.”

She never acted famous.

Never brought up medals.

Never mentioned she’d been the youngest U.S. women’s champion in history or that she’d competed at the Olympics at sixteen.

You found out weeks later after someone recognized her while you were out getting boba.

You remembered blinking at the stranger asking for a photo before turning to Alysa and going:

“Wait… you were in the Olympics?”

She’d laughed so hard she nearly choked.

That was the version of Alysa you fell in love with.

Relaxed. Funny. Free.

For the first time in her life, skating wasn’t controlling her anymore.

And for a while, everything felt easy.

Then in 2024, she returned to competitive skating.

At first it wasn’t bad.

She was happier this time around — lighter somehow. She talked constantly about how different it felt now that she was skating because she wanted to instead of because she felt trapped by it.

You supported her through every early practice, every jet-lagged airport pickup, every competition livestream.

Then came the comeback season.

Then the 2025 World Championship gold medal.

Then the 2026 Olympics.

And suddenly, Alysa Liu belonged to the entire world again.

—

The hotel room felt suffocatingly small.

You stood near the dresser while Alysa Liu paced barefoot across the carpet, still wearing half her Team USA warmups.

“You’re not even hearing me,” you said quietly.

“I am hearing you.”

“No, you’re listening long enough to argue back. That’s different.”

Alysa exhaled sharply, frustrated. “Can we not do this tonight?”

You laughed once, bitterly.

“Right. Because there’s never a good time anymore.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?”

Her jaw tightened.

Ever since Worlds, and especially after the Olympics, everything had changed.

More interviews.

More appearances.

More cameras.

More pressure.

You knew she hated parts of it. Knew fame exhausted her sometimes.

But lately, it felt like there was nothing left for you.

“I barely see you anymore,” you admitted.

“You see me all the time.”

“Alysa, sitting next to you while you answer media emails for three hours isn’t quality time.”

Her face hardened slightly.

“I can’t just ignore my responsibilities.”

“And I’m not asking you to.”

“Then what are you asking?”

You swallowed hard.

“For you to notice me again.”

Silence.

That hurt worse than yelling somehow.

“You forgot our anniversary,” you continued softly. “You cancelled dinner twice this month. Last week you fell asleep during the movie because you’d been doing interviews all day and when I tried talking to you about it, you apologized and immediately checked your phone again.”

“I’m trying my best.”

“I know,” you whispered. “But your best still makes me feel alone.”

For a second, Alysa looked guilty.

Then defensive.

And you knew immediately the conversation was about to go badly.

“You knew skating was part of my life.”

“Yes. But when we met, you were retired.”

Her expression flickered.

“You were happy,” you said. “You actually had time to live.”

“I’m still happy.”

“Are you?”

That landed harder than you intended.

Alysa looked away first.

And suddenly all the exhaustion she’d been carrying seemed to crack open at once.

“You don’t understand how much pressure I’m under right now.”

“Then let me help.”

“I don’t need help.”

“Clearly you do!”

The words echoed through the room.

Alysa stared at you.

Then she said the thing she’d regret almost immediately.

“Maybe you only liked me better when I wasn’t successful.”

The silence afterward was horrifying.

The second the words left her mouth, her face changed.

Regret.

Immediate and awful.

But your chest already felt like it had caved in.

“Alysa…”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“You think I care about medals?” Your voice cracked. “I didn’t even know who you were when we met.”

“I know, I just—”

“No, because if you knew that, you wouldn’t have said it.”

She stepped toward you. “Baby—”

“Don’t.”

That stopped her cold.

Your eyes burned painfully.

“I stayed when skating made you miserable. I stayed through the comeback because I knew it made you happy again.” Your voice shook. “But somewhere along the way, I stopped being part of your life and started feeling like an interruption to it.”

“That’s not true.”

“Then why do I feel like I have to compete with the entire world just to get your attention?”

Alysa opened her mouth.

Closed it.

Nothing came out.

And that silence told you everything.

You grabbed your jacket before you could cry in front of her.

Then finally whispered:

“I think we should break up.”

Her face completely fell apart.

“No.”

Your throat tightened painfully.

“Alysa—”

“No, don’t do that. Don’t say that like it’s already decided.”

Tears blurred your vision.

You still loved her.

That was the worst part.

“I can’t keep begging to be noticed,” you whispered.

Alysa looked devastated now, panic finally replacing anger.

But it was too late.

You walked toward the door anyway.

“Aren’t you even gonna fight for us?” she asked weakly.

You stopped with your hand on the doorknob.

“I think I’ve been the only one fighting for us for a while.”

Then you left.

—

Your vision blurred as you hurried down the hallway.

You wiped furiously at your eyes and turned the corner too quickly—

straight into someone else.

“Oh my god, sorry—”

A familiar voice interrupted gently.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay.”

You looked up to find Amber Glenn balancing a takeout bag in one hand while steadying you with the other.

Then her expression shifted as she noticed your tears.

“Oh…”

Humiliation flooded you instantly.

Behind the hotel room door, muffled movement sounded inside.

You stepped back quickly. “Sorry. I should go.”

Amber glanced toward the room and immediately seemed to understand.

“Did something happen?”

You laughed shakily.

“We broke up.”

Her face softened immediately.

“Oh, honey…”

You shook your head.

“I’m sorry you have to walk into that right now,” you muttered quietly. “You really don’t deserve to deal with our disaster.”

Amber looked genuinely concerned now.

“Are you okay?”

No.

Not even close.

But you forced a small nod anyway.

“I’ll survive.”

And before she could stop you, you walked away down the hallway.

A few seconds later, you heard the hotel room door open behind you.

Then Alysa’s voice — cracked and devastated.

“Amber…”

You kept walking.

But guilt still twisted painfully in your chest.

Because now Amber Glenn had to walk into the aftermath.

Had to sit beside Alysa while she cried over the relationship she’d accidentally broken apart with one sentence she could never take back.

[auddion]

This is a perfect example on how tagging is supposed to be. Not spam tagging every single person that’s in the show. Thank you @mrsmckay for the amazing example.

[internetgurll]

(yuri) heated rivalry

alysa liu x russian figure skater reader

totally suggest listening to my moon my man wile reading

here it was, the 2026 winter olympic games in milan. these were your games to sweep, just like you did at worlds and nationals. your short program was the highest scored at 79.32, there was no doubt in your mind you weren’t going to win gold. the pressure on you was huge, you were representing a whole country on your own. your coach, eteri tutberidze, was banned from being on your side. your choreographer, michael, stepped up and played both roles.

you were under a lot of stress going into the free skate. you knew the way you were training was slowly ruining you mentally and physically, but you didn’t work your whole life to not be the greatest. anything other than gold would be unacceptable. you sat with you legs crossed on a random bench outside the olympic village. your hoodie covered most of your face as you took hits of a cigarette. it wasn’t your proudest habit but it was your way of releasing stress.

the village was quiet for the most part, a couple athletes walking past you from time to time. this was clam before the storm for you. you, yourself, and your cigarettes. no one to bother you, correct you on something, or remind you of what was on the line.

“boo!” someone lightly pushed you from behind. you got up throwing you cigarette on the floor.

“jesus liu don’t do that” you said shaking your head, reaching into you pocket for another cigarette.

“that’s like really bad for you i hope you know”

“i’m aware but we have our unhealthy habits” you offered her the cigarette and she shook her head. you sat back down on the bench.

alysa and yours friendship was somewhat complicated. you grew up together, best friends, then she retired and you moved to russia. you felt you weren’t getting the training you needed back in the states, so when eteri offered to coach you it was a no brainer. alysa tried to get you to stay with her in the states, but you knew it would set you back. you didn’t talk for two years, then she came back and things oddly went back to normal. whenever you two were in the same city you would see each, and it always felt like there was no time lost.

“are you nervous for tomorrow?” she asked drawing little things with her foot in the dirt.

“fuck you have no idea” you leaned you head back in the bench.

“you’re going to win”

“you just jinxed it thanks” you put the cigarette to your mouth.

“i mean, i could help you clam your nerves”

you looked at her suspiciously because you knew where this was going.

“i don’t think so, nice try” you kept looking up at the sky as her hand met yours. she slowly leaned into you and left kisses on your neck. you let out a sign before gently pushing her off.

“what if someone sees us?”

“you don’t have a roomate right? we could just go to you room” she suggested messing with the zipper of your jacket.

you couldn’t say no to her, she was the one person who you let your guard down for. anything she said or wanted you did it without hesitation. you had her follow a couple seconds behind you as you made your way back to your room. this was an idiotic mistake, you knew that.

the next morning you woke up alone, snoozing your alarm twice before eteri called. she was on her way to your room. you hurried to take a shower and get ready for the competition.

you walked into the elvator bag over your shoulder as eteri went over notes. you were half tuned into what she was saying, as the elevator stopped and alysa walked in with her coaches. you smiled at each other before eteri continued rambling. you shook your head fully listening now. you heard alysa and her coaches whispering. as soon as the elevator opened eteri grabbed your arm dragging you out.

“that girl is no better than you. don’t smile at her she’s competition not your friend” she whispered hardly into your ear.

micheal was already waiting for you two outside the venue. he was looking at his watch and looked relieved to see you two.

“what took you so long?”

“well this one didn’t wake up to her alarm twice” eteri answered dragging you inside the venue.

the vibes were tense, you laced up your skates and eteri checked them before you walked onto the ice. you started doing you basic warmups, slowly more skaters showed up. alysa was one of the last to show up, she smiled at you. you smiled back before eteri snapped at you to stop. warmups went well, you landed all your jumps and your spins were clean. everytime you thought you were done, you were ordered back to practice another move. exhaustion started to hit and you slowly started to loose your momentum. you underrotated some jumps and cut spins off short.

“what the hell was that?” eteri snapped.

“i’m sorry i just feel like im going to faint” you said reaching for some water. you took the smallest sip and gurgled the water. eteri was a tough coach, but she got you results.

“let’s not over exhaust her” michael stepped it. he wasn’t as hard as eteri, he was reasonable and looked out for you.

eteri didn’t say anything just walked away and micheal singled you to follow. alysa was standing talking her coaches as you went by. you offered them a smile and they returned it no hesitation. sometimes you felt envious of alysa. she was in charge of everything she was doing and her coaches actually cared for her. not that yours didn’t, they were just tough on you.

leading up to your free skate you were oddly clam. you were the last one to perform, so being able to see everyone else perform only grew your confidence. you were going to win there was no doubt in your mind.

“good luck” alysa whispered pulling you out of your thoughts. her hand hovering over your waist, before she skated onto the ice.

you counted to stretch and go over your routine watching her on the tv. you had seen this routine a handful of times but today it left you star struck. she skated with so much ease and confidence. for the first time you felt that maybe that gold wasn’t yours. you shook yourself out of your thoughts and did a final run through of your routine, as she got her score.

226.79 was the number to beat. easy enough for you considering your routine scored higher than that at both worlds and nationals. kaori sakamoto was the last person that came between you and the ice. her score 224.90.

eteri gave you a final pep talk, taking you jacket and skate guards.

“listen to me, this is your moment. i’m hard on you because i see you potential. you are going to win that gold, i love you” she smile wrapping you in a hug. you wrapped you arms around her waist as she kissed the top of your head. micheal was waiting for you at the opening of the rink, as you walked out into the arena. the crowd erupted as you walked out, there was dobut you weren’t the favorite to win. and that alone fueled you even more. alysa sat on the chair to the left of the kiss and cry, she watched as you did your laps around the rink. she clapped as you landed your practice quads and encouraged the crowd to cheer louder for you. you couldn’t help but smile as you made your way back to micheal for a final pep talk.

“listen to me, no one deserves this more than you. this is your moment and i’m so so proud of you” he took your hands and he helped regulate your breathing. you never realized how uneven your breathing would get so when micheal noticed it he started the tradition. one you you felt yourself take a full deep breath, you did your handshake and you took center ice. your music started and you went into autopilot, you had perfected this routine. you landed every one of your four quads your spins were controlled and your music ended you knew you won. you ran to micheal jumping into his arms and he span you.

“are you kidding me? that was insane” he screamed helping you put on you guards. you laughed with him before running to eteri, you hugged her quickly before going to get your results. you sat down grinning from ear to ear as you waited for your score.

“the scores please” you grabbed micheal’s hand as the crowd fell silent, “with a score of 146.56 in the free skate, overall score of 225.88”

your heart dropped and before you heard the words “second place” over the speakers. you started uncontrollably laughing and you heard gasps from the crowded. you couldn’t handle your emotions as your head fell into your hands and you started crying. micheal quickly wrapped you in a hug as he tried to calm you down.

“they’re just kidding right? like that isn’t my score” you were yelling now pointing to the board. you were angry and didn’t even think as you stormed off into the locker room. michael ran closely behind you and ereti caught up to you.

“hey calm down”

“clam down? i just lost the gold! you promised me if i pushed myself i would win! i should’ve won!” you were yelling like a maniac, “im not going back out there!”

you started undoing your skates.

up until this point eteri let you get your emotions out. she didn’t intervene, she understood your frustration. there was no logical way you should’ve come in second. the moment she saw you taking off your skates she finally decided to stop you.

“enough!” she startled you as she got on a knee and began lacing up your skates, “listen to me, i know this is frustrating but you won a metal that alone you should be proud of”

you scoffed as you crossed your arms. you bit your tongue as to not explode on her again.

“it’s a shame what happened tonight but go out there, smile and receive you metal”

the anger you felt turned into sadness again and you started to cry. she wasted no time wrapping you in her arms and petting your hair. she let you cry because she knew you were in pain. she worked you tirelessly to make you a champion and now that you weren’t, she felt the guilt start to creep in. once you were clam, she wiped the mascara from under your eyes and helped fix your makeup. you step out the locker room to be met with cameras pointed at you. you smiled before walking over to the backstage manger who instructed you to take your place in the hallway along with the other medalist. kaori tapped you on the shoulder first, opening her arms. you hugged tight and congratulated her. she was directed to take the ice for the medal ceremony. you could feel alysa’s gaze on you and you clenched your fists. you were mad at her, she knew how much you deserved this win.

“you were-“

“don’t” you said coldly before you were directed on the ice. you smiled and waved as you came out, the crowd exploding for you. you took your place behind the second place step of the podium. alysa was called out and you looked anywhere but her, you clapped lazily. this wasn’t her fault, you knew that, but it was so easy to blame her.

the next hours went by in a blur for you. you received your medal with the your best poker face, but as the chairman placed the medal around your neck you felt yourself hold back tears. you kept glancing at yourself on the jumbotron to make sure you looked somewhat okay, but the tears were visible. you wiped them away quickly with the back of you hand. as alysa received her medal you didn’t even try to hide it, you kept a straight face as you lazily clapped for her. pictures were taken with the three of you, alysa gripped your waist and you just hovered your hand above her back. the anthems began and since you were competing as a neutral athlete, you didn’t have a flag or anthem to sing. the two girls were instructed to pose with their flags and you escaped to find a stage manger.

“is it cool if i just head out?”

“why?”

“i don’t have a flag or anthem”

“i guess so yeah, well let know the press you’re going first instead of kaori” she was quick to talk over her headset.

you skated off with your head down, micheal was waiting for you. you handed him the medal off you neck.

“i just want to get the fuck out of here” you said putting on your guards and jacket.

“i tried to get you out the press conference but”

“i know it’s part of being an athlete” you smiled as you two walked to the conference room. flashes following you as you walked up to the table. you adjusted the in ear translator and took a deep breath before answering questions. you felt like a robot just nodding and answering the same questions over and over. how do you after your performance? are you happy with the results? do you plan on coming back in 2030 for the gold?

“are you happy for alysa? we know you were close as kids, do you still see her as a friend?”

you were taken a back, because no really asked such straightforward questions about other skaters. you thought about it before continuing, “yeah i’m happy for her, she deserves success. i obviously respect her a lot as a competitor.”

the press conference didn’t continue much longer after that, you thanked everyone as you left. you waited to the side with micheal and eteri for the group conference to start. kaori showed up first for her press conference, then alysa. she stood across for you with her coahes, they were whispering looking over to you. you coaches must’ve taken notice of this and they stepped in front of you to be blocked from their eyesight.

“probably talking about how they paid the judges” micheal shook his head.

“are you ready for the gala?” eteri asked to distract you.

“do i have to do it?” you knew the answer, but you had no motivation to skate. you were running through what to caption your retirement post in you head.

“yes and you’ll do great. the routine is so good, maybe if you would’ve today you-”

“not now micheal” you put your hand up, “i need to pee.” they both nodded and moved to let you go to the bathroom. you locked yourself into the closet stall. you didn’t actually need to pee, you just needed to get away from everyone. you sat down on the seat, putting your knees to your chest, this was the worst feeling. you had just failed not only yourself but a whole country. what would happen when you got back home? your thoughts were interrupted with the door opening and someone crawling under into your stall.

“get the fuck out”

“no what the hell is wrong with you?” alysa asked leaning back on the door.

“what’s wrong with me? you knew how much i needed that medal and you took it from me”

“i didn’t take it for you, i won” she crossed her arms.

“you cheated! i beat you at everything and suddenly you win the olympics? it doesn’t make any sense”

“so what are you saying i paid off the judges or something?”

“i would be surprised if you did” you got up to leave the stall but alysa blocked the lock. “god can you let me out?”

“no we’re going to talk”

“you’re insufferable, let me out”

“no because i can’t stand you being mad at me! this is a huge accomplishment for me and you can’t even pretend to be happy for me! you’re being selfish!” she yelled at you.

you were taken back, because alysa never yelled at you. you let out a breath because she was right. your pride, however, would never let you admit to being wrong though. you leaned into her, close enough your lips were almost touching. you held her face and she soften immediately to your touch. you smiled as you turned her around reaching for the door lock and leaving the bathroom.

“idiot” you laughed under your breath. you met with your coaches and went over what needed to be done for the gala. alysa came out the bathroom a few minutes after. she was walking with usual clam demeanor, you looked at her up and down. you winked at her and she scoffed. your coaches looked at you confused, they always had an idea something was happening with you two. they just never dared to ask about it, it wasn’t their business.

the joined press conference was next, you on the left next to alysa. she was mad at you, and rightfully so, but she wasn’t as mad as you were. she stole your medal. the press conference went fairly normal.

“have you all seen heated rivalry?”

you laughed because of course you had, who hadn’t.

“a lot of people would compare the two of you” she pointed between and alysa, “two the main characters is there any true to that?”

you two were stunned, it was a joke, but there was lots of truth to it.

“uh i think the competitive aspect i guess so” you looked over to alysa who nodded in agreement.

“my question is y/n” the next interview stood up and you nodded waiting for thier question. “you had a very emotional response to getting second, do you feel you overrated?”

you weren’t sure if this question was supposed to be passive aggressive or not but it sure felt that way. you thought a second before answering.

“i think my reaction was valid. i had been wining every competition leading up to this one. it got to my head and when i didn’t the results i wanted, it hurt” you nodded before they went onto the final questions.

once the conference was over you excited to finally be alone. you said your goodbyes to your coaches and once you were in your were you finally felt peace. you showered and got ready for bed. there was a knock at your door and you knew exactly who was here. you chose to ignore it, keep her on her toes a bit.

“i know you’re in there, open the damn door” she started trying to mess with the lock.

you rolled your eyes walking over and letting her in.

“look i don’t like whatever this tension is, i wanna squash it”, she was pacing before continuing, “i understand your mad and i would be to. i didn’t mean to take you medal, i just”

she kept talking and she sounded pathetic. you loved to see her this way, she played it cool with everyone else, but the moment she was with you she made a fool of herself. you smiled before walking over to her, kissing to shut her up. she melted right into it, your hands cupping her face and her pulling your waist. the kiss escalated quickly, you threw her down on the bed getting on top her of her and started working your way down. you kissed under her jaw and her neck before taking of her sweatshirt. she stopped you, sitting up in the bed.

“no we’re not doing this until we talk”

you rolled your eyes sitting on the edge of the bed.

“look i’m sorry about everything today, but there’s so much more to this. i like you, a lot and i don’t want to be just a competition hook up to you”

“oh my god alysa” you burried your head in your hands, “i’ve told you since the beginning this won’t work. i’ll be crucified back home if anyone found out about this”

“you don’t have to go back though, you can come back to cali and-”

“no are you dumb? why would risk my career for you?”

she was taken back at that. she didn’t say anything just looked at you stunned. you took a deep breath before continuing.

“look i love you and whatever we have going on, but i have built something for myself. i can’t let it be ruined”

“and i would do that? i would ruin your career?”

“you already did”

she didn’t say anything she got up and slammed the door. you sighed laying back on the bed. you were mad at yourself because you really did love her. you wanted nothing more than to be her girlfriend and love her the way she deserved. in this point of you life however skating was priority and no could come between that.

the next morning, you didn’t wake up to any of your alarms. your phone kept ringing and ringing, and each time you silenced it without even opening your eyes. then there was a knock at your door.

you groaned, dragging yourself up and opening the door.

“good morning, sleepyhead!” micheal beamed the second you opened the door.

“hello, micheal” you said monotone.

“don’t sound so excited, sweetheart,” he teased, tilting his head at you. “i’m thinking this, we go explore the city before practice?”

you nodded, a small spark of energy finally breaking through as you rushed to get ready. micheal made your bed and cleaned up your room, while he waited.

the city was beautiful in a way that almost made you forget everything else. you wandered through little shops, trying different foods, and taking pictures of everything. your mind wandered to last night and how regretful you were on how you treated alysa.

“micheal, can i ask you something?”

he nodded, still eating his gelato as the two of you walked back toward the arena.

“how did you know you liked men?”

he stopped walking, nearly choking on his gelato. you couldn’t help but laugh.

“why do you think i like men?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“you’re a figure skating coach.”

you both laughed. he took a second before answering, his expression softening.

“i guess… when i fell in love for the first time,” he said. “my best friend, back in school. one night we got wasted and…

one thing led to another.”

“ew, michael.”

“oh, spare me,” he shot back, rolling his eyes. “like you’re some kind of virgin mary over here.”

you shook your head, smiling faintly, letting him continue.

“he told me he had feelings for me,” micheal said, quieter now. “and i realized… yeah. i’ve never felt that way about anyone before. we tried to take things slow, but it scared me. you know how it is back home. so… i let him go.”

you frowned slightly. “what do you mean, let him go?”

he exhaled, looking down at the melting gelato in his hand. “i knew i wasn’t ready to be that person. not openly. not completely. and he deserved someone who wasn’t afraid to love him like that.”

his words lingered longer than the conversation itself.

you nodded, but your mind had already drifted back to last night.o you knew you messed up, and worse, you knew a part of you still wasn’t ready to give her everything she deserved. but the thought of losing her was unbearable. if you didn’t say something now, it might already be over for good.

“can i tell you something?” you asked quietly.

“always.”

“i really messed up, micheal. i really like someone, but i’m too afraid of what people will think.”

he didn’t hesitate. “then you need to let her go.”

“i can’t,” you said quickly, your voice breaking just a little. “i don’t want to lose her.”

he looked at you, softer this time. “then be honest. tell her exactly what you’re able to give right now. and let her decide if that’s enough.”

his words settled somewhere deep inside you.

by the time you walked into gala practice, you weren’t thinking about your program or your jumps or anything on the ice. you were thinking about her. running over every word you needed to say, again and again, hoping this time you wouldn’t get it wrong.

she was one of the last to arrive, smile on her face. you didn’t even think about what it would look like, you skated over grabbing her wrist.

“we need to talk” was all you said under your breath. you pulled her into the hallway.

“look i know ive been a bitch to you, you deserved the gold. i’m so proud of you for that. you deserve anything and everything good coming your way”

she looked at you puzzled crossing her arms inviting to you to continue.

“i love you so so much. i want to be able to show you how i feel but it’s hard. i can’t promise ill be the most affectionate in public or even at all but”

“yeah no im not doing this. you’re so selfish you know that?”

“what?”

“yesterday was the best day of my life and you couldn’t even pretend to be happy for me. i came to you trying to fix this and you shut it down, so i don’t care what you have to say im done” she walked off.

you stood there stunned. your nightmare was slowly coming true, you and alysa might be done.

the rest of practice went terrible, you weren’t picking up any choreo. you couldn’t land a single jump or complete a spin, you were falling apart. micheal noticed immediately telling you to leave it off the ice but you couldn’t. alysa seemed unfazed which only made you angrier. not at her though at full at yourself. she was right, you were selfish. how hard was it to suppress your disappointment and just be happy for her? not hard at all. you needed to fix this.

coming back to the village you had one mission, get her to forgive you. you texted and called her, no response. which you expected, so you did the next next best thing. you went to talk to her in person. you underestimated how hard it would be to find her room. you tried every floor, knocked at every door. everyone looked at you like you were some kind of maniac. you felt defeated sitting in one of the lounges. the elevator stopped on the floor and out came amber glenn. you weren’t close at all, just knew each other through competitions.

“amber hey!”

she looked at you confused, “hi what are you doing here?”

“i’m looking for alysa”

“yeah no”

“what? come on please help me. i’ve been knocking on doors the past hour like an idiot help me out”

she thought about it before telling you alysa’s room was upstairs, last door to the left. she texted alysa’s roomate to meet for dinner, so you could talk to her alone. you thanked her rushing up the stairs. you got to the room just as her roommate was walking out, you shushed her as you walked in. you closed the door quietly, alysa was in her bed phone in hand and you could hear your program music.

“can’t get enough of me?” you said scaring her.

“what the fuck? how did you get in here?”

“don’t worry about that, i just really need to talk to you.”

“yeah well i told you i was done. i don’t want to hear whatever bullshit is going to come out your mouth.” she turned her body so that she was facing the wall and not you.

“okay look im really sorry, truly i am. im a selfish piece of shit but seriously alysa look at me.”

she didn’t turn around, you walked to the side of her bed and kneeled in front of it.

“i really want to make things work with you, i don’t just want to see when there’s a competition. i want to be at all your practices, i want-”

“can you just stop? seriously it’s been years this whole on and off thing with you. how do i know you’re not just going to flake again?” she turned to look at you.

“i guess you have to trust me”

“you’re such an asshole genuinely, you think you’re being funny but you’re not. you told me i ruined your career! do you really believe that?”

“no i don’t”

“then why’d you say it?”

“i don’t know”

“you don’t know?”

“no i don’t know. i didn’t want to hurt you, i was just upset about”

“about loosing? yeah you’re such a sore loser dude”

“ouch okay. i know damn well roles reserved you’d be the same”

“no i would be happy for you!”

“really? you left for two years and when i finally started to hit the top you just had the urge to come back” you stood up backing away from her bed.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” she stood up getting in your face.

“you hated to see me winning and you just had to take alysa.”

she scoffed in you face, “you really believe that?”

“i know for a fact”

you starred at each other, there was truth in it. alysa would never fully admit it to you but with the rest of the russian team gone. she knew there was more of a likelihood for her to be at the top. she alyways knew that you would be a hard one to beat, but she didn’t mind. she liked the tension it created between the two of you. she loved when you would get petty with her.

you saw right through her. as much as alysa pretended she wasn’t, she was all about results. she wanted to win, she wanted to be the best.

“you’re really cute when you try to be all tough you know that?” you titled your head.

she rolled her eyes, “you’re really annoying.” she sat down on the bed.

you didn’t waste a second taking a seat next to her. you grabbed her hand encouraging her to look at you.

“i’m really sorry, i don’t like you being mad at me. i should’ve been happy for you” you leaned into her carefully. she didn’t pull back, you placed a light kiss to her lips.

she quickly pulled you back in, her hand already making a mess in your hair. the kiss was desperate. she pulled you down on the bed, you started kissing around her collarbone.

“does this mean you forgive me?” you looked up at her starting to mess with the waist band on her sweats.

“you’re so annoying”

you titled your head and stopped messing with her sweats.

“guess we shouldn’t do this then” you pretend to get up.

she pulled you back by the shoulders. you laughed beginning to undo the tie of her sweats.

there was so much that needed to be worked on between the two of you for this to last. you knew you were ready to take this seriously, trusted she did too.

only time would tell how things would play out.

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[titi-facts]

It is not x reader if you describe the readers fucking key features.

“As he gazed into your blue eyes…” I have brown eyes.

“You’re pale porcelain skin.” I’m black

“Your hair was a mess but you were late so you put it in a messy bun and ran out the house.” I have short ass dread locs.

Genuinely I’m getting sick of this shit. It’s sad that POC creators have to make their own fanfics and specify it’s only for POC because anything else uses specific attributes that usually only a white person could have. It’s such a fucking turn off to read a good fucking story and then for some reason the author has to fuck it up by adding “your silky hair.” Like wtf is happening? If you have a person in mind then you can make it a character x oc that’s okay! But it is NOT x reader when you’re literally turning us into something that’s not even us. Like do some of yall not realize white peoples are not the only ones reading this shit? Ik many ppl have addressed this but some ppl rlly aren’t changing and it’s just so odd to me. If u want to specify how the “reader” looks. Do everyone a favor and just say it’s an OC there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s not fair to people. And it’s not even just about POC. Just in general. Like imagine a brunette reading that shit and it says “your beautiful blonde hair” like???? It’s not fair, it’s just weird. It’s not x reader, it’s x oc and seriously that’s okay!

[whittakermultiverse]

Title: Blanket Thief

Fandom: 9-1-1

Pairing: Evan Buckley x Female Reader

Summary: Buck steals all the blankets. You find a better solution.

You woke up cold.

Not just a little cold—freezing.

The kind where your shoulders scrunched in, your nose felt like ice, and your brain immediately went, something is wrong.

Still half-asleep, you shifted, reaching blindly for the blanket—

Nothing.

Your hand hit empty mattress.

“…What?”

You cracked one eye open.

And there it was.

Every single blanket in the bed—all of them—wrapped tightly around Buck like he was preparing for hibernation.

You stared at him.

He was dead asleep. Peaceful. Comfortable. Completely unaware of his crimes.

“…Unbelievable.”

You tugged on the edge of the blanket.

It didn’t budge.

You tugged harder.

Still nothing.

Buck let out a small, content sigh in his sleep—pulling it even tighter around himself.

You blinked slowly.

“Oh, so that’s how it is.”

For a moment, you considered your options.

1. Start a blanket war.

2. Wake him up.

3. Suffer.

You chose option four.

Carefully, you scooted closer.

Buck was warm—like, unfairly warm. The kind of warmth that made you instantly aware of how cold you’d been.

Without hesitating too much (because if you thought about it, you might chicken out), you slipped your arms around him—pressing yourself against his chest, tucking your face into the space just under his chin.

Immediate warmth.

“…Yeah, okay,” you mumbled.

You adjusted slightly, one leg hooking over his, stealing heat however you could. If he was going to hoard all the blankets, then fine—you’d just take him instead.

It worked.

Too well.

Because a second later, Buck stirred.

“…mm—what’re you doing?” he mumbled, voice rough with sleep.

“Freezing,” you replied, not moving. “You stole all the blankets.”

There was a pause.

Then, groggy confusion:

“I did not—”

“You absolutely did.”

He shifted slightly, just enough to glance down at you.

“…Oh.”

“Yeah. ‘Oh.’”

Buck huffed a quiet, sleepy laugh, one arm instinctively coming up around your back.

“You could’ve just woken me up,” he said.

“And miss this?” you murmured, tightening your hold slightly. “No thanks.”

He smiled—soft, barely there—but you felt it where your cheek rested against him.

“You’re warm,” you added.

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” he teased faintly.

You nudged him. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late.”

His hand rubbed slowly up and down your back, absentminded, comforting.

After a second, he shifted again—loosening his grip on the blankets just enough to tug some back over you.

“There,” he said quietly. “Shared now.”

“Mhm,” you hummed—but you didn’t move away.

Buck noticed.

“You’re still clinging to me.”

“It’s strategic,” you said. “Backup warmth.”

He chuckled softly, pulling you a little closer anyway.

“Sure it is.”

There was a comfortable silence after that.

The kind that felt heavier than sleep, but softer than being fully awake.

Your fingers curled slightly into his shirt.

“…Don’t steal the blankets again,” you mumbled.

“No promises,” he said.

You sighed dramatically.

But you were smiling.

“Then I’m stealing you again.”

Buck’s arms tightened around you just a little.

“Deal.”

And this time, you fell asleep warm.