Olivia Rodrigo imagines/one shots

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Y/N'S pov:

Me and Liv fell asleep relatively early. Well, she did anyway. She was probably tired after the restaurant incident. I know sometimes she gets stressed out and a panic or anxiety attack kicks in and I felt terrible since usually I help her, but I was busy in the restroom. We are laying together and I have her snuggled into my chest, her arms wrapped around my waist and legs tangled on mine. She looks so peaceful and I gently rub her back. She starts to twist and turn a bit in her sleep and I just tighten my grip on her a little tighter before she relaxes again.

It's almost 2 am and the cycle continues. Her stirring in her sleep, me physically reassuring her she's okay. Finally she wakes up and she watches me scroll through my phone for a while before saying something. "What time is it?" She mumbles into my neck.

"A little past 2am."

"Oh."

"Mhm." I sigh, scrolling on my phone some more.

"Why are you up?"

"Can't sleep I guess."

"Oh." It's quiet again. "Me neither."

"I could tell."

"I'm sorry." she whispers softly. "I think I was just a little stressed out still, sorry."

"You don't have to apologize." I say quietly, feeling sorry that I worded my sentence in a rude way.  "Sorry babe." I kiss her head softly. "Try and get some rest."

"I can't."

I pull away from her but she pulls me back into her, and I laugh a bit. "Can I please sit up and drink some water?"

"Yeah sorry, I just- I don't know." She sighs, letting me go and allowing me to grab the water and take a small sip before lying back next to her.

"What's wrong?" I ask, pushing her hair behind her ears.

"Nothing," she smiles a little bit.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

I lean in to kiss her lips and she lets me. It reminds me of our first kiss, very soft and passionate. I smile in between the kiss, and she pulls away giggling. I let her take a few breaths before I pulled her back into me. This time just a little bit more rough and one hand on her back, the other on the back of her neck.

I slowly make my way down her neck and I can hear her hitched breathing as I suck a little more tightly on a certain spot on her neck. Staying a little bit longer than I normally do, I let go and see a darker mark than I usually left- in a more noticeable place than usual. I continue doing this all the way down to her chest and look up for reassurance to take off her top and bra. She pulls me up for a second and looks at me a little scared.

"Um, I'm having one of those days." She says quietly as I lean over her body. I can barely hear her. "Hm?" I ask, leaning as close to her lips as I can without my lips touching hers. She sighs a bit, "one of those days." She says a little bit louder, but still a small whisper.

"Oh, I see." I stop, and pull her shirt back down. "I didn't know-"

"No!" She stops me, "I mean no. It's okay, you can keep going, I just wanted you to know?"

"You sure? You don't have to say yes just because of me." I ask. A few months ago, Liv told me about how sometimes she doesn't like her body. And that sometimes she hates herself for it, and some days she can't even look at herself in the mirror because she wants to cry. I told her that I understood, and that she needed to tell me the days she felt like this so I would be more aware of certain things. It was a huge deal for both of us, but I was glad that she opened up to me. I know that when she has her days, she rarely even lets me touch her- so for her to let me see and touch her is already crazy to me.