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fictionalgap · 5 months

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Teammate: Too Bad (chapter 1)

Pairing: Hazel Callahan x Reader

Summary: You did something bad and you didn't know what to expect.

Warnings: 18+ themes, swearing, the reader may have uncomfortable thoughts for some of you. Smut will occur in later chapters.

Chapters: Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Song Recommendation: Creep - Radiohead

Notes: Reader and Hazel came from different high schools and meet in the college. This is a College/University AU!

If you asked any close friend of Hazel Callahan from high school, they would tell you that she changed during she got into the college, in a good way.

After she understood the effect she had on others and from a few advice from friends, she started to act and became more cooler and more charismatic.

That sweet, kind, caring Hazel we all know was still there of course. She was still the same person. Just less shy and more confident.

That was what you have heard from other's talking and gossip.

You believed that college was a major life change. Your marks were decent enough to get a scholarship and study your dream major. Also they had a swimming team which was great for you since you liked to swim and wanted to feel like you are doing something with your life other than academics.

You didn't meet Hazel Callahan until the swimming team tryouts.

She was good at swimming. She was fast and her form was almost flawless as coach said. Her being hot as fuck didn't help you stop from being whipped.

Months passed. Everyone's physique in swimming team started to change. Everyone looked better. She… she looked like a literal goddess. Everyone on fucking campus were throwing themselves on her. She suddenly became very popular after the term started. She had that extremely cute laugh on her, whenever she was talking with her friends.

Everyone on the team admired her. You didn't know why but that made your stomatch sick.

You were only her teammate. You weren't friends.

You actually wanted to be her friend. The thing was… you didn't have friends. Not back then. Not now. You were shy and awkward. Your family told you that you looked intimidating and aloof. Your cousin said you look at other people like you were going to murder them. People in school called you a creep and a weirdo.

You didn't know how to make friends. You tried to soften your gaze but being harsh was more natural to you.

It's what protected you from dealing with bullies in high school, after all. You face was usually expressionless and It scared people.

You may look and behave cold but you actually wanted friends. You just didn't know how to make them. You usually studied and googled about weird things on internet so making friends wasn't something that was on your list.

It wasn't something you wanted.

Until now.

Until her.

You wanted to get closer to her at first.

Until you changed your mind.

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Hazel and you got the highest marks in almost every class. Sometimes beating each other by getting one or two points higher. You felt weird whenever you got a higher mark than her. You wanted to feel good but you just couldn't. You didn't know why.

Your teachers loved you and Hazel. Of course, they loved Hazel more. Since she was more kind and more friendly.

You and Hazel were the best in the swimming team. Just like in the academics, you swim good and fast and so did she. Sometimes she got faster one or two second than you.

You wanted to rip your hair and all of Hazel Callahan. She looked so fucking hot when she did though. She had a breathy crooked smile upon her lips, her wet shaggy hair leaving droplets on the floor. You wanted to jump to her bones whenever you see her like that.

This would all be easier If all the girls and boys wouldn't chase her. By time, people on campus learned about her orientation and boys left her for good.

Not that you care.

You only cared about being good at whatever you were doing. Classes and swimming were your priorities.

If only you didn't feel lonely. You just couldn't shake off the feeling of wanting a company. Especially her company. Problem was you were too shy for that. Everytime you felt shy you automatically had that face that says "I'm going to kill you."

You knew you couldn't have her so you started to hate her. Her laugh, her looks, they way she swims, the way she eats, the way she walks, people around her…

Especially the girls.

You wanted to rip their hair apart and show that to Hazel.

Guess she wouldn't laugh at that...

You had a little bit of sadistic thoughts from time to time.

Maybe you were really a creep.

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There were times you felt like Hazel was going to approach and say something to you. You felt too damn nervous those times. You have always averted your gaze as the girls approached to her like thirsty animals in a desert.

You felt something boiling inside you whenever this happened. This time though, something snapped. Before you knew, you went to the locker room and opened her locker since you knew what was her password like a fucking stalker, you saw her stuff facing you. You took them and started to look for clothes. You found a white tank top, black jeans and asweatshirt. You tore them apart with your bare hands and put them into her locker back. You took a deep breath and exhaled as you left the locker room.

It was the last day of first term.

Of course, you got away with it. There were no cameras in the locker room or anyone to see you. Or was there?

The second term started. Hazel knew what you did. You could tell from her staring. You wonder why you haven't been called to coach's office since what happened. Maybe Hazel didn't want to face you? You would be lying If you said you weren't scared. She was twice the size of you and had friends who could do anything for them. From what you have heard, she was in a fight club when she was in high school. She looked cute and innocent but you knew well not be fooled by appearances.

Weeks passed and interestingly, no one bullied you. Did anyone really know? Maybe It was just her. Maybe she didn't know who did it but she guessed it was you since you were the only one who wasn't beaming at her. Maybe you have really scared her. Maybe you showed her that what a real fucking maniac you are and ruined every fucking chance to get close. Ripping the clothes of the friendly, kind, popular girl... All because you were fucking jealous of Hazel. Fucking. Callahan.

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Your swim practice was over and now you were taking a shower. You heard girls talking and giggling but after a short while it ended. You got out of the shower. It was quiet. Everyone left early. Of course. It was friday. There was party and swim team always went to the parties but always a little bit late cause coach loved to make us practice before weekend. Three days without swimming was a no-nono-no for her.

You went out of the shower to see Hazel and two of your teammates talking quietly. You went to your locker. You didn't want to be with her alone after what you did. You dressed quickly. When you looked around, It was just you and Hazel in the locker room.

You gulped.

You threw your bag to your shoulder and were already walking to the exit quickly but a voice stopped you.

"Y/N!" a joyful voice came from behind you. You turned to see a smiling Hazel approaching.

Odd.

And scary.

You exhaled the breath you didn't know you held for how long. You looked at her greyish-blue eyes. They were pretty and hypnotizing.

You were obsessed with the little brown dot on her face.

You also hated her. You tried to remind yourself that.

"Yeah?"

"We are teammates." she stated, confusing you.

'Why she was saying that now?' you thought as you raised your brow.

"Yes." you confirmed her as you looked at the door with one of your eyes.

She shrugghed. "It's just we never talk...you know. Can we talk?" she asked excitedly.

You grabbed your bag tightly and cleared your throat.

" Actually, I have a place to be so If you don't mind- " you tried to reach the door but she reached it above your shoulders and closed the door before you can do anything. She squeezed you between her and the door and now you were too damn scared to look into her eyes.

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sapphicstevents · 1 month

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upthehillart · 1 year

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hellooo I come back with a fic😇 Nothing fancy, just a smutty lesbian adventure in the wilderness lol accompanied by my art!

Please be reminded that this is an explicit, 18+ fic with mature language and explicit/nsfw drawings!! Do review the warnings and don’t read if it’s not for you!

Once Upon a Time in South Siberia on AO3

Summary: When a simple Auror mission goes ridiculously wrong, Hermione and Pansy find themselves lost together wandless in the middle of nowhere.

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~33k (3 chapters + 13 illustrations) Warnings/Content: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Femslash, Post-War, EWE, POV Alternating, Happy Ending, Trapped, Co-workers, Auror Hermione Granger, Auror Pansy Parkinson, Enemies to Lovers, Bickering, Sharing a Bed, Explicit Sexual Content, Flirting, Teasing, Smut, Sex, Switching, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Explicit Language, Explicit Pictures, Swearing, Blood, Action/Adventure, Body Image, Digital Art, some Russian language, Age: 21

Thank you to everyone giving this a chance and leaving a kind comment!! Much love!!💚💚💚

#I don't usually write so keep your expectations reasonable💀😁 but do consider checking out if only to peek at the sketches if u like!#if you have any questions feel free to reach out!#pansmione #pansmione fanfic #femslash #pansy parkinson #hermione granger #sapphic #sapphic fanfic #harry potter #upthehillfanfic

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 10 months

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hii I don't know if you write for Cipher from fast and furious but if you do could I request her with prompt 53 and/or 59 🫶 I absolutely adore your fics

Heyyy @ciphersonlywife !! I just saw faxt X for the second time, and I can’t tell you how much I loved Cipher in it 🔥 So your request comes at the perfect time! Thanks for the quests & Hope you enjoy! PSA: manipulation below. This is obviously not ok or healthy. Be advised.

Sirens in Your Head ~Cipher(Fast X) xFem College!Student!Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#53. “Shit, right there Daddy, please!! … Uhh… I… I didn’t mean that…!”

#59. “You… find this attractive?”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, fingering, age gap(all legal), pet names, chocking, trespassing, illegal activities, chocking kink, hand kink, Daddy kink, manipulation, etc.

Enjoy (;

How had you, a college freshman and relatively normal young adult, end up working with the world renown cyber terrorist known as ‘Cypher’…?

Well the short story of it is that she picked your broke ass up from MIT and offered you a job.

And the long story is… a little more complicated…

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Cipher had been looking for a good crew ever since Toretto and her escape from her glass cage. And when she heard of a mass hack across all U.S. military equipment, she was intrigued. She was even more intrigued when she found out after some digging that it was done by a MIT freshman.

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That’s how, when you entered your dorm coming back from your chem class, you found the woman who you would come to know you intimately well, leaning back against the opposing wall.

“I… I’m sorry, can I help you?” You asked.

The blonde lunged herself effortlessly off the wall, making her way towards you.

“Sit.” was her sultry reply, indicating towards your desk chair, while she invaded your proximity and locked the door behind you.

The strange woman then watched you sit down without question as she leaned back against your desk. Your breath hitched under her intense gaze. You had to look up to meet her eyes.

She didn’t know what she was expecting, but she certainly expecting you…

“I heard of someone who cyber attacked all of the U.S. military’s key tech… even the classified pieces…” the blonde stared you down as she cooly explained.

“Oh…?” You choked out, your face reddening at her choice of topic.

“Yes. Gotta hand it to the person… pretty clever.” She continued, “Especially when I found out it was a 19 year old kid who hasn’t had any priors… and hasn’t been caught for it…”

Her eyes glimmered mischievously and were drilling into your soul, your own flickering away and doing a terrible job at keeping her at bay. That’s when you noticed the woman’s hands. They were tightly gripping your desk.

And fuck how they were delicious… The idea of them touching you sent sparks through your body and to your core…

You shook your head. You were being found out for a federal crime for gods sake and you were fantasizing about this woman’s hands. But then one of them picks your chin up, directing your gaze back up to her eyes.

Cipher cocked her head amusingly, her eyes scanning you, attempting to solve you. She then removed her hand and a whimper which you desperately tried to stifle escaped you anyway. Your pupils were blown out of proportion, your cheeks ablaze with fusia.

“I want you to work for me…” The woman spoke.

But you didn’t register her. All you could think about was her close presence and her hands which were now rhythmically tapping on your desk. This time Cypher brought her hand to your throat, pushing your head back up to her gaze and squeezing your throat lightly at the same time.

“I don’t like to repeat myself…” she warned, slightly tightening her hold on you.

This time there was no mistaking the pathetic whimper that escaped your lips. And suddenly, the blonde’s eyes flushed with a whole new darkness.

“You… Ohhh, is that what it is…? find this attractive?” Cipher tauntingly purred.

Your breath hitched yet again. You didn’t know whether she was referring to her hand or her choking you or just her in general, but you desperately nodded. She then picked you up by the throat with ease, suddenly switching your positions and pinning you to your desk, eliciting a gasp from you.

“Up.” The blonde commanded.

You hopped up on your desk as fast as humanly possible. Your heart was racing and your breathing was erratic. You immediately looked back up to the blonde. With a wicked smirk, the blonde crept her hands up your thighs, making you shudder. Her hands spread your legs open and hiked your skirt up with ease. You were a flustered mess.

Ciphers eyes never wavered from staring down at you, partially looking for any signs of you not wanting this but mainly wanting to watch ever little reaction she could draw out of you.

“Is this what you want, baby…?” She taunted, her index finger tracing teasing circles over your clothed clit.

Your eyes widened and your hips jerked at the teasing pleasure and pet name. Your mouth formed into a silent O as she continued to lightly tease you. But then she stopped. Your eyes fluttered back up to the blonde, a whimper escaping your lips.

“Oh Baby… I told you, I don’t like to repeat myself…” she growled, her other hand coming back up to your throat and squeezing it deliciously tight.

“I’m… I’m sorry…!” You chocked out in a breathless moan.

At your words, the blonde removed her hand from your neck and that wicked smirk returned. Her hands crept back up your thighs, one staying there to keep your legs propt open, the other snaking it’s way back to your clothed clit.

“Let’s try this again…” she wickedly purred, “Tell me what you want, baby…”

Your eyes rolled back from her torturous pleasuring.

“Want… want you…” you breathlessly pant.

“Want what, baby…? Use your words…” she taunts, moving your panties aside with ease and running her index finger through your folds.

“OhHhHHhh—! Want your fingers inside of me…!!” You breathily cried out.

At this, two of her fingers slipped inside your aching heat, causing you to grab onto her form with a tight grip.

“Good girl… But you might want to keep it down, unless you want the whole campus to hear you…” she wickedly purred, pumping and curling her fingers skillfully inside your soaked cunt.

Your eyes went full white as you rutted against the blonde’s fingers.

“Please please please…!” You chanted.

She then added another finger, making you keel over in pleasure.

“Already so close…? Poor baby hasn’t been properly touched has she…?” She tautingly husked in your ear, using her other hand to choke you once more.

“I—Yes GOD please don’t stop!!” You chockingly cried out, grinding your hips against the blonde’s hand sloppily.

Her fingers then expertly curled against that spongey spot inside you, eliciting another string of pleasurable cries from your lips.

“Shit, right there Daddy, please!!” You screamed as you crashed into your orgasm, your walls deliciously clenching around the blonde’s fingers.

The second you phased out of your blissed out state, you realized what had come out of your mouth.

“Uhh… I… I didn’t mean that…!” You stuttered, beginning to choke up yet again and your gaze fluttering around the room to avoid the blonde’s.

Meanwhile, Cipher pulled her three fingers out of you and stuck them in your mouth, making you come back to reality.

“Work for me.”

You nodded with a mouthful of her fingers and your cum. At your words, Cipher chuckled, bringing her lips to your ear and nipping your earlobe.

“Call me Daddy…” she purred in the shell of your ear.

~~~

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badasgirlfriend · 7 months

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Stolen Hoodie | Bada Lee Social Media Au

pairings: bada lee x shin nari

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finalgirlrick · 1 year

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Wicked Game

Pairing: Maggie x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: ~suggestive~ towards the end

Summary: A slightly enemies to lovers maggie x fem!reader farm era fic. I'm in love w maggie so this came super easy, I know it's not very popular to write about but w/e!! we all saw those dead city pics. shoutout @weretheones & @normanplusdaryl for encouraging my maggie simpery.

When you first met her, you swore she might’ve hated you. No, you were certain. With her narrow green eyes always fixed on you and a scowl on her face whenever you entered a room, it was hard to have any doubts. It was intimidating. She was intimidating. You were around the same age when you met, the only people in your age bracket holed up in her dad’s farmhouse other than Glenn.

Her bold attitude captivated both you and Glenn, and you often found yourselves talking about whatever new shocking thing you witnessed her doing when you went on runs together. “Did you see the way she just slapped Shane?” Glenn asked completely baffled. “Yeah, she’s just asking for murder,” you joked holding back a grin. Maggie Greene, she was full of surprises -- and honestly, you wouldn’t mind sticking around to see how many more.

There was no denying it, she was gorgeous. It wasn’t lost on anyone with her soft brown hair and the big smile that always stopped you in your tracks the rare times you were graced with it, usually when you bought her something on a run that you overheard her saying she needed earlier. And her distinct farmgirl fashion, maybe you wouldn’t have worn any of it, but she always pulled it off. She could pull anything off.

Slowly, you became more friendly with her, it was inevitable when you were living in close quarters for so long. You eventually realized her earlier stubbornness was just due to being protective over her family and the farm, and you couldn’t blame her for that. Once the initial awkwardness faded away, you, Glenn, and Maggie started having regular game nights to pass the time. They were full of laughter and chaos, and Herschel would sometimes peer in to remind you “rowdy kids” to get to bed, which only made you all laugh harder. A few times, you noticed the old man bite back a smile, in relief that there was still at least some joy in this new world.

You loved seeing Maggie get competitive, or when she would try to trick Glenn into making the wrong move, which was more frequent than not. He was always visibly nervous and stammering around her, and you could tell she was using it to her advantage. She would tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, lean forward with her chest - god that was distracting, flash her doe eyes and that smile and he was a goner. You couldn’t blame him either, you always got butterflies whenever she pulled that move. But instead of reacting like him, you would chuckle and you would exchange a knowing glance with her, a new inside joke between you two. You couldn’t be happier to be a part of it.

One game night, Glenn brought a bottle of wine he had scavenged, making sure to hide it from Herschel. The three of you had your usual nightly routine together, but Glenn started going overboard with the drinking and before you could finish the round of the game you were playing, he was passed out on the floor. “He’s a lightweight, huh,” Maggie giggled. You nodded.

“So, I guess it’s just you and me now,” she pointed out. “Yeah, sorry about that,” you said with a half-smile, feeling those butterflies creep up on you. Her eyes crinkled when she grinned, “You’re funny.” Much to your surprise, she scooted around closer to you, making sure not to disturb Glenn, who was currently splayed out on the floor beside you.

You felt like you were going to lose it. You didn’t have many moments alone with her, and this felt like completely new territory. Plus, the feelings you had developed for her didn’t make this any easier. There was no chance she would ever feel the same way, you knew it. You were going to make a fool of yourself and you were consumed with dread.

“What do ya say we ditch this game?” she asked. You barely made eye contact with her as you replied, “Maybe that’s a good idea.”

“This might be a good chance to get to know each other too.” The remark made you snap upright and you repeated it back to her. She continued, “Yeah, silly. Don’t you think it’s a good idea since we’re spending so much time together?” You gulped unsure of what to say next. “There’s just not much to know about me,” you scoffed.

“Pffft, that’s a downright lie. You might be the most interestin’ person in this house.” You felt your cheeks turn pink and prayed that she wouldn’t notice. “Glenn’s interesting,” you said with a shrug, trying to distract from it. She looked over at him, “Yeah, real interestin,” and you broke out in laughter together.

“Seriously, tell me somethin’ about you. What did you do?”

“I don’t know. I guess I was in school, I didn’t do much,” you sighed. “I was in school for a while too,” she replied moving in closer. Your heart was racing so fast you were starting to think it was dangerous. “I think we might have more in common than I originally thought,” she whispered. She was making those doe eyes and you had to be going crazy. She couldn’t possibly mean…that, right? And why was she leaning in so close to you? In your bewilderment, you questioned her. She chuckled then, but it was different. It wasn’t like when you exchanged knowing glances when she pulled her moves on Glenn. She was looking straight through you.

She took a deep breath in and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and just like that a wave of heat flushed over your body. Her face was mere inches away from yours now. “Do you like me?” she asked softly, almost embarrassed, a look you never saw on her before. Of course you did, you responded. In more ways than one, but she didn’t have to know about that.

She nodded and smiled, and you just about jumped when she leaned in and brushed her soft lips against yours. It was a quick, shy kiss - waiting to see how you reacted and you were in so much shock that your mind went blank. But she was so beautiful, and right in front of you, and what the hell - she liked you. So you seized the moment and kissed her back, the movements getting more passionate and desperate by the second, both of your hands moving and grabbing in places they probably shouldn’t have when Glenn could’ve woken up at any second.

“I didn’t think that was what you meant when you were asking if I liked you,” you admitted after the kiss was broken. “Are you complainin’?” she teased. “No. Of course not,” you giggled and her’s soon followed.

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zqmbiescorpse · 1 year

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MASTERLIST ☁︎

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note: everything i write is wlw, mostly video game characters and yellowjackets, all works are posted to ao3! i'm constantly getting ideas, but when i actually write these things is a whole different matter...

TRUTH OR DARE..

kaitlyn ka x female reader, the quarry, no werewolves, 2.8k words, oneshot

GLADIATOR

johanna mason x female reader, the hunger games, longer series, slowburn, ongoing, 7.5k total words so far

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4,

CLIMBING OUT OF HELL

rachel king x female reader, house of ashes, work in progress :(

AFTER THE STORM

samantha giddings x female reader, until dawn, work in progress :(

DESIDERIUM: AN INTENSE LONGING

laura kearney x female reader, the quarry, work in progress :(

THE MORNING AFTER THE LAST

lottie matthews x female reader, yellowjackets, oneshot, best friends to lovers, lottie gets possessed, 5.6k words

LOCKER ROOM

lottie matthews x female reader, yellowjackets, work in progress :(

POSSESSED / POSSESSIVE

lottie matthews x female reader, yellowjackets, work in progress :(

CLEANING YOUR BLOODY WOUNDS

lottie matthews x female reader, yellowjackets, oneshot, s2 ep7 spoilers, looking after lottie, 1.3k words

A HITCH-HIKER'S GUIDE TO LOVE

older lottie matthews x female reader, yellowjackets, based on a submission, work in progress :(

THE NUMBER FIVE

lottie matthews x female reader, yellowjackets, work in progress :(

requests are open <3 (i think?)

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zoyaofthegardvn · 1 year

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Clingy

In which reader overhears Mor say something not too nice about her... miscommunication enuses!

A/N: Just because I wanted to write some angst! Not too much, though, lol, I only write happy endings on this blog! :)

CW: None! Angst to fluff!

The day had been long, and tiring. You worked at a school in the Night Court, specifically with children ages 5-10. Winter Solstice was approaching, and today was the last day before school was out for a bit of a break. Little ones were so, so antsy about the holiday, and it didn't help that snow had been coming down fast and hard all day, increasing the anxiousness to be released for the break. It was hard to wrangle them all and get them to pay attention to the day's lesson, because truly, you didn't want to spoil their fun.

But finally, the day was over. The children were home with their families for a few weeks, likely already out enjoying the winter wonderland in the glittering Velaris. As beautiful as you thought it was, all you really wanted was to be back home with your mate, wrapped up under the blankets together.

First, though, you had to meet her at the River House, where you know she had been meeting with other members of the Inner Circle to discuss an upcoming visit to the Court of Nightmares. It was only Feyre, Nesta, and Rhys, as Cassian, Amren, and Azriel were all on other diplomatic trips, preparing for the large gathering planned for the upcoming new year.

After winnowing to the front yard, you trudged through the thick snow, not bothering to knock before entering the large estate. It was quiet, Nyx likely occupied with Elain while the others conversed. You could hear their muffled voices coming from the center of the house, where Rhys' office was located.

You weren't trying to be especially quiet, but you also hadn't announced your arrival, either.

The doors to his office were closed, dim light seeping from underneath. As you got closer, you heard someone, maybe Feyre, mention your name.

This, of course, grabbed your attention, and you tiptoed forward gently to listen to what they were saying. Just a few steps away, you heard Nesta ask, "How are you two doing?"

The question wasn't odd as the two of you had just moved in together, so it was only natural that your friends wanted to know how this new stage in your lives was going.

Mor sighed before responding, "It's good."

This made your brows furrow, because if they had asked you, you would have replied that it was amazing, one of the best experiences of your life. You'd have said how much closer to her you felt, how much more in love with her you've fallen and how you can't wait to spend the rest of your lives together.

But, you knew that Mor did tend to keep her romantic life more private than some of the other members of the Inner Circle, just rivaling Amren. She trusted them with her life, of course, but it didn't erase the centuries she'd spent learning to be incredibly cautious with and protective of any love in her life.

There were just some things she preferred to keep private, being honest with these kinds of emotions has always been more difficult for her.

But, still, you wondered if maybe things weren't as perfect for her as they were for you.

You take another step closer, turning your ear to the door. Rhys chuckles, saying, "Just good? You're finally in a place to yourselves and it's just good? What happened to the Mor and Y/N I know, that were always complaining about living with," Rhys pauses, and you can see him deep in thought in your head. "What did she call us?"

Nesta speaks next, "A pack of unruly males?" the smirk evident in her voice.

Rhys and Feyre both laugh before Rhys speaks again, "Yes! You're telling me you're finally away from the Cassian and Azriel," Feyre cuts in, adding, "You too, Rhys!" before he finishes with, "Pissing contest?"

Mor laughs a bit, but she doesn't say anything.

You're really beginning to overthink now, your lips in a frown.

When the laughter dies down, Feyre asks, "Really, Mor, how is it? I miss having you both around."

Mor hums, and you can hear her take a large sip of wine now that you've moved to directly outside of the door, ear pressed to the dark wood.

"I love her, she's my mate, and I'm so glad to take this big step with her, but... it's different." Mor says, getting quieter by the end.

Your heart drops at the statement, and you can only listen as she continues.

"I g-guess.. she's just everywhere, you know? More clingy, too. It's only been two weeks, I'm still seeing how it goes..."

By now, your eyes are brimmed with unshed tears, and you begin to back away, not wanting to hear anymore and too worried you'll be discovered. The word she used, clingy, was ringing in your ears.

Yes, you were quite affectionate and cuddly with her. Especially now that you two had a private home, no risk of anyone seeing you be intimate and close. Not that you two hadn't been in front of your friends, but there was a different feel to it when you could wrap up on the couch together, cook a meal together, or read a book on the porch together completely alone. You loved it, cherished it, especially after spending so long wanting a romance like this, never thinking you'd find your mate.

You were devastated to know Mor didn't feel quite the same, but you loved her, of course, and didn't want anything to end between the two of you. You knew she loved you, but you wished she'd just told you if she was having any doubts about your living situation or if she wished you two could spend more time apart, rather than embarrass you in front of your friends.

Once you'd left the front of the River House, you winnowed away, to your and Mor's house.

You decided to get ready for the evening, that you'll just wait for Mor to return home instead of meeting her. You doubted that she'd notice, and that maybe, she'd appreciate the space you'd given her.

---

It's almost dark out by the time you heard the front door unlock and creak open. You'd begun to make dinner, a pasta sauce simmering on the stove next to a pot of boiling water, bread baking in the oven.

You listened to Mor shed her winter gear, ending with her boots landing on the mat by the front door. Her footsteps padded down the hallway, entering the kitchen where she saw you at the stovetop, back to the entryway.

"Hello, love," Mor said sweetly, before sniffing dramatically. "Whatever you're making smells amazing!"

You turn to look at her over your shoulder, smiling and thanking her.

Her brows drip just a bit in confusion, clearly expecting a more joyous greeting, but you send a loving pulse down the bond in an effort so soothe her, turning back to the food in front of you.

She walks forward, wrapping her arms around your waist, burying her face in the crook of your neck. You make no move to return the embrace, instead, continuing to stir the sauce that's nearly done.

She places a few kisses on your skin, then says, "I missed you today, baby. I thought you were going to meet me at Rhys' earlier?"

You place the spoon down, turning to look at her. "I had a long day at work today, so I figured I'd come home and start dinner early." You smiled at the end, to assure her that it was just a simple plan change.

She looks confused again for just a second, before she smiles and nods, leaning in to kiss your lips. You kiss her back, but pull away before she can deepen it. You didn't want to be cold, but you were still a bit hurt, and of course, you didn't want to seem clingy.

"Why don't you change into some comfier clothes, I'll have the food ready when you get back."

Mor slowly pulls away from you, nodding softly before backing out of the room.

You sigh, turning back to the stove.

By the time the pasta has been drained, added to the sauce pan, seasoned more to taste and plated, Mor is reentering the room. She dons a red nightgown. It isn't especially sexy, it covers her and is quite tame. But she knows how much you love her in red.

As you pull the bread from the oven and begin to place a piece on each of your plates, Mor grabs a bottle of wine from the rack Amren had gifted the two of you.

She pours you and herself a glass, placing them on the tables as you set the plates down. You go to gather silverware and napkins, but she pushes you to your seat, pecking your cheek. "Sit, my love, after cooking all this. I'll get the rest."

Truly, it wasn't much, and it definitely wasn't hard, but you two usually cooked together, so you know she likely wanted to feel like she did some of the dinner work.

You sat and waited, smiling at her as she set your things down on the table.

When she took her seat, you immediately began to eat, waiting for her to tell you about her day.

"So, do you want me to tell you about the Court of Nightmares trip?"

You nodded while sipping your wine, encouraging her to continue.

---

After your plates were cleaned and your wine glasses were emptied, you stood and began to collect the dishes. You hadn't talked much, and spoke little of your day. Your plan was to go to bed within the next hour or so, to give Mor some of the time alone she badly needed. There was a book Nesta had given you that you needed to finish anyway, a few knitting projects you'd started with Elain and had abandoned, some homework for the next term you could get a headstart on making.

Alone time, you decided, would be good for the both of you.

Mor helped you clean, singing a song under her breath to fill the silence. When you were done, she wrapped her arms around you again and kissed you, harder than before.

"I really missed you," she said against your lips, cupping your face with one hand and gripping your hip with the other.

And, of course, you missed her too. That was undeniable, and you can't resist kissing your mate.

"I missed you too, sweetheart, I'm glad you had a good day." You bumped her nose with your own, kissing her again, rubbing her arms and back.

She grips you tighter, pushing your body into hers. She groans in your mouth, and you pull away before it can go any farther.

Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, you say, "I'm really tired, my love, I'm sorry."

She rubs your cheek with her thumb, kissing your forehead before pulling away. "That's okay," she says, always loving and sweet, never wanting to pressure you or make you feel bad. "I want you to tell me about it, I was excited to see you earlier and I got sad that you didn't come," your heart stings at her admission, but she continues on, "but I understand that you're tired. What happened today? Come lay down with me on the couch."

You feel a bit guilty for rejecting her like this, but, as gently as you can, you say, "I think I'm just gonna go to bed, love. I'm really sorry, I'm just exhausted. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow, I swear."

Mor looks a bit surprised at your response. "Do you feel alright, Y/N, do you feel sick?"

You huff a laugh, smiling and shaking your head. You kiss her again, to alleviate any worry. "Just a headache, from the bad day, I think. I'm just going to lay down, you know, in the quiet, see if it helps. I'll likely be asleep pretty quickly."

Reluctantly, with a frown on her face, Mor nods. "Okay, baby. If you think that'll make you feel better."

You hum, "It will. I'm fine, Mor, really."

She releases you and grabs your hand, pulling you to the bedroom. "Let me at least tuck you in?"

You laugh at her, and nod your head. "Alright."

---

Later, in the solitude of your shared bedroom, you attempt to focus on the coursework in front of you.

Mor had, as she said she would, tucked you into bed. She fluffed the pillows, laid you down, dimmed the lights, cracked a window just a bit to cool the stuffy room. Then, she pulled the blankets up to your chin, kissing your forehead before again asking if you're alright.

You reassured her that truly, it's just been a very long day, trying not to be puzzled over her apparent newfound desire to be incredibly close to you tonight.

You couldn't help but feel a bit guilty about the distance you'd been putting between the two of you this evening. But, you were admittedly still very hurt. You struggled to both wish that she'd spoken to you rather than behind your back, and be glad that she'd even opened up at all, likely wanting to spare your feelings. You did not want to drive her away from you by being... clingy. But, it was hard to do this, to be so... detached from one another.

You sigh in frustration, the blank sheet of paper in front of you taunting you. You resign to the fact that you will likely not get any work done tonight. Not for your job, not on Nesta's book, not your half knitted scarves. There really is nothing to do but think, and thinking is especially cruel on you tonight.

You... could go downstairs to join your mate. You can picture her, downstairs, cozy on the couch. Either painting her nails, reading a book, or maybe, unlike you, getting some work done on whatever work for the Night Court she'd been tasked with.

But... no. You wouldn't bother her. You'd give her her space, so long as she was happy and comfortable, you'd learn to be too with this new relationship dynamic. Really, so that you never lost her, you figured you had no choice.

It was a little over an hour later, long after you'd called it quits and shut the lights off entirely, that the bedroom door creaked open again.

You listened to Mor gently close the door behind her, and pad her way over to the bed. You were, very clearly, on your side of the bed. Almost to the edge. You hoped this didn't strike her as odd, because you rarely went to bed without her, you hoped it just seemed like you'd rolled over there in your sleep without her to cuddle up to.

She lifted the covers and slid in, yet remained still. You didn't dare show that you were still awake, and so you waited to see what move she made.

Finally, after several seconds of nothing, Mor shifted closer. She didn't cuddle you as intensely as usual, just reached a hand out to rest on your hip. Typically, you'd lay on her chest, or you'd take turns being the little spoon, or you'd lay facing one another with your legs and hands interlocked. You yearned for the contact, to feel her skin on your own. But, you made no move to get closer.

Falling asleep was difficult, especially without the comfort of your mate wrapped around you. But, eventually, under the weight of her delicate hand, you drifted off.

---

The next morning, you woke to sunlight trickling in through the blinds. You could see a bit of dust floating through the air, and you faintly picked up on the sound of yet more snow falling.

Turning to look beside you, you saw Mor, asleep and cozy. She looked so warm, so tired, yet not entirely peaceful. A small frown was painting her face, and you furrowed your brows in confusion. Sitting up in the bed, you leaned down to press a soft kiss to her forehead, then her pouted lips. She didn't wake up at the touch, and you opted to let her sleep in rather than cuddle her until the both of you were awake and ready to start the day.

You shivered at the cold floor touching your barefeet, slipping fuzzy slippers Feyre had gifted you one year onto your feet. You gently exited the bedroom, careful to not disturb Mor's rest.

As you prepared coffee in the kitchen, you studied the snowfall from the window above the sink. It was gorgeous, a glittery white coat making the green of the trees surrounding your property stand out. Your house was tucked away in the woods, as it has been your dream to have a home surrounded by your favorite scenery. The house is private and cozy. But, it is also incredibly close to the heart of Velaris, just located on the closest edge of the city. That decision was for Mor, who loved city night life.

As you observe the weather, you wonder if you made a mistake choosing a home so secluded. The snow was thick and falling fast. Visibility was low, and you didn't need to go outside to know that it was bitter cold. Whatever plans you and Mor had for the day would be no more, as the weather was far too intense for any traveling.

This should have made you excited, squealing with glee. It should have sent you straight back to the bedroom, to sleep in with Mor, or, to wake her up and get her to enjoy the beautiful sight with you.

But, it made you... nervous. Nervous to see her reaction to her being snowed in with you, nervous that because neither of you could escape, one of you, likely her, would decide to leave for good when the snow cleared.

You shake your head, sipping your coffee, feeling silly for such dramatic thoughts.

She doesn't hate you, you thought. She loves you very much, she just needs space.

As if your sour thoughts had summoned her, Mor strolled into the kitchen. You hadn't heard her wake up, too lost in your head.

You turned to look at her, smiling softly over your mug, sending a loving pulse down the bond before you have to break the news to her.

She smiled back, tugging on your bond, walking up to you planting a firm kiss to your lips.

"Good morning, beautiful," Mor whispered against your lips, wrapping her arms around you and hugging you.

"Mmmm, good morning." You pressed a kiss to her hair, inhaling her scent.

You pulled back, turning to grab her favorite mug from a cupboard. "I made coffee, shall I make you a cup?"

You're pouring the coffee before she answers, knowing she'll never turn a cup of coffee down. She nods, then takes your spot at the sink, observing the snow as you had previously done.

"It's coming down hard, I didn't expect all this!"

You wince at the comment, hoping she isn't too terribly disappointed that she's trapped here.

"Yes, I thought yesterday was to be the worst of it. It doesn't look like we'll be able to do much today..." You trailed off at the end, bracing for a sight of disappointment.

When one didn't come, you turned back to her, holding out her mug that now contained coffee sugared and creamed to her liking.

She looked at you, wiggling her eyebrows and biting her lip. She took a deep sip from her mug before setting it down, grabbing your mug from your hands and placing it on the counter, too. She grabbed your hand, pulling you to the stairs, presumably back to the bedroom.

"What are you doing?" You asked, genuinely confused.

"Let's get some more clothes on, silly! There's so much snow to play in!" She giggles as she speaks, like it should be obvious what her plans for today are.

You let her pull you into the bedroom, watching as she rummages through drawers and your walk in closet. She pulls out several layers of clothes for both you and her, throwing them onto the bed. She starts to pull her nightgown over her head before catching your confused gaze.

"What's wrong, Y/N? I thought you loved snow?"

She's right, you do love snow. You loved the look of it, the feel of breathing in the cold air. The snowmen you could build and the snowball fights you were always determined to win. The crunch of it underneath your boots and the smoothness as you held it in your gloved hands.

That wasn't why you hesitated, though.

"I do!" You were quick to clarify, not wanting it to seem like you were the one not wanting to spend this time together. "I just... we can't really do anything today, with it coming down like this." Mor just stared at you, waiting for you to continue. "I-I mean, aren't you a little upset? Didn't you have more things to meet with Rhys and Feyre about? Weren't you going to help plan the New Year party?"

Mor slowly released the hem of her gown, confusion painting her face. "I mean, yes, I did have those plans today, but why would I be upset? It's just a party, one that's still days away." She stepped closer towards you, and you could sense that she was growing a little aggravated. "Why would I be mad that I get a day off, a day to spend at home?"

You wanted to say, because it's a day with me, another day you don't get to have alone. But, you didn't. Your goal has never been to start a fight over this, and so you backed down before one could start.

"I don't know, Mor. I just wanted to make sure you weren't upset about it... the way it looks outside, it could be a few days until everything is back to normal. I didn't mean to imply anything, I'm sorry."

Mor didn't say anything for a moment, just nodded her head and continued to frown.

"D-Do you... do you still want to go outside?" You asked tentatively, the air charged with frustration, confusion, hesitation.

Mor sighed, closing her eyes for a second before moving to pull on a pair of sweatpants, discarding her nightgown and putting on a sweater. "I don't feel like it anymore, maybe later."

She didn't look at you as she spoke, speaking under her breath and hurrying past you to the door.

You tried to grab her arm, to stop her from fleeing, but she moved out of your reach and left to go downstairs.

"Damnit." You muttered under your breath. You had never intended to upset her, but you also didn't think you had done anything to deserve her anger.

But, it seemed like now she truly did need that alone time she'd apparently been craving. You wouldn't stoke her anymore, you'd let her calm down, and you'd stay out her way, even if it mean enduring the radiating disappointment from the bond.

---

You spent most of the morning locked away in the bedroom, staying out of Mor's way. You left once to fix another cup of coffee, Mor was sitting at the table, touching up her red-painted nails. She just looked at you when you walked in, and said nothing as you left to retreat back upstairs.

The book you were reading, while good, wasn't doing a very good job of distracting you. In fact, the longer you sat, the more your frustration brewed.

You really didn't feel like you deserved for her to be upset with you. You had been trying to avoid this, a fight, a confrontation. But you weren't sure how to move past this until you two talked.

A little after noon, you again ventured downstairs, determined to get some food and speak to Mor. You planned to tell her how you felt undeserving of her disappointment, how you felt like it was unfair that she was upset with you for giving her what she seemingly wanted.

She was absent from the kitchen, and eventually, you found her in her office, leafing through paperwork at her desk. You could tell she was trying to busy herself, as just days ago, she had told you the paperwork was mindless, formality bullshit from court to court.

Leaning against the doorway, you ask her, "Would you like some lunch? I think I'm going to make a sandwich, or maybe a salad?"

Mor didn't look up from her work. "No, thanks," she mumbled under her breath, paying you no attention.

"Mor, look at me," you said, calm and with a balanced tone.

She sighed, refusing to meet your gaze, keeping her attention secured on the papers in front of her. "I'm not hungry, Y/N, I'll figure something out later." She briefly waved her hand in the air, like she was shooing you away.

You roll your eyes, the desire for a conversation gone at the annoyance in her tone. You turn to walk away, but you can't help yourself from saying, "Alone, I'm sure, as you've made it abundantly clear that you prefer."

You're hardly a few steps down the hallway before you hear Mor call, "What did you say?" The sound of her chair screeching backward as she rises fills the silence, but you're still walking away. You knew having a calm, collected talk about this wasn't going to happen after she acted so unconcerned with your presence.

You hear her footsteps enter the hallway, too, Mor trailing right behind you.

"Y/n, what did you just say?"

And, because you're beginning to grow a bit bitter about this whole situation, you say, "Figure it out later."

Her footsteps grow faster, and as you turn the corner to enter the kitchen, she grabs your wrist and whirls you around.

"Are you serious right now?" Her tone is sharp, her jaw clenched, her beautiful face painted with anger.

You laugh, once and humorless. "Am I serious? Are you serious, Mor? Acting so cold to me today," your voice grows sharper the more you think about it, "all because you're locked in this damn house with me!"

Mor's brows scrunch, a mixture of anger and confusion. "Excuse me?! You're the one who didn't want to go outside with me this morning! You're the one who avoided me last night, going to bed early and staying as far away from me as you could!"

You pull your arm out of her grasp, pointing at her, "I never said I didn't want to go outside with you! You're the one who said she didn't feel like going anymore!"

Mor turns, scoffing and throwing her hands in the air like she can't believe what's happening. "Why would I after you had just implied like going outside together was like, the worst possible thing that could happen to you!"

You stare at her for a moment, mouth open and eyes wide. "You're making stuff up at this point! I never did that! I was just thinking about you. Cauldron forbid I care about what you want, Mor!"

You shake your head, your heart is hammering and you're starting to feel the uncomfortable sensation of tears gathering in your eyes and a lump forming in your throat.

When you turn to walk away, before it gets any worse, Mor grabs you again.

"Don't walk away from me! What in the gods name are you even talking about? You seriously think work is all I care about? You know me better than that." She sounds hurt, and angry, but you can't imagine she feels those things anywhere near the same degree as you do.

You sigh, losing the edge to your voice, a tear finally leaking from one of your eyes. "No, Mor, I don't think that. But I do know that being with me, living with me, isn't what you thought it would be. I wanted to save you from that today, that's all."

She stops dead in her tracks, her pacing coming to an abrupt end as she stares at you like she doesn't even recognize you. "What are you even saying, Y/N? Do you even hear yourself?"

"I gave you space last night, and I tried to this morning, so I wasn't too clingy for you," you put emphasis on that word like it was damning you. "But all it did was make you bitter towards me today, Mor. So I'm not sure what else I can do."

Again, she stares at you like she has no idea what's going on. And then, you see it click. Her features slowly grow from angry to sad, and she closes her eyes, tilting her head down. She looks ashamed, like she wishes she hadn't been caught.

A few more tears run down your face, and you swipe them away with your fingers, trying to calm your shaking hands.

"I didn't want to fight about this, Mor, I never did. I heard something I wasn't supposed to. I can't change how you feel, but I can change how I act. Can we just leave this alone? I won't be as clingy, but I need you to stop treating me like I've done something wrong." Your voice is hardly a whisper, and you're turning to leave the foyer you've been having this confrontation in before, for the third time, Mor grabs your wrist to prevent you from leaving.

You don't look at her as she says, "Baby, I am so, so, so sorry," her voice cracks, and the sound of her so upset breaks your heart, despite her being the reason yours has been broken since the night before. "Please, Y/N. let me explain."

You shake your head, pulling your arm away, but she doesn't let go. "There's nothing to explain, Mor. I heard you clearly last night. As much as I wish you had spoken to me about this, rather than embarrass me in front of our friends, what's done is done. You can't change how you feel."

Just as you said to her, moments before, Mor asks, "Y/N, please look at me."

You pull your watery eyes to hers, and truly, she looks devastated.

"That's not how I feel, Y/N."

You smile softly at her, putting your hand on top of the one holding your arm. You push her grasp away, saying, "Mor, of course you do. I'm suffocating, I see that now. I appreciate you trying to make me feel better, bu-"

Mor's cutting you off before you finish. "No! Y/N, I mean it. I do not think you're clingy, I was an idiot to say that."

Before she can continue, you stop her with a hand raised. "Mor, seriously, this is just making it worse. We can figure out how to make this relationship work better, later. I really don't want to talk about it anymore."

Finally releasing yourself from the hold she's had on you, you make your way into the kitchen.

And, of course, your stubborn mate follows you. She watches as you pull supplies from the fridge, meat and cheese and lettuce and other things required for a sandwich.

You spot her chewing on her thumbnail, her newly painted nail, as she watches you.

You sigh as you pull the bread from the cupboard. "Do you want a sandwich, Mor?"

"I want to talk, Y/N. I want to explain, I want to make this right. Please, baby, let me explain." Her voice is pleading, and she sounds close to the tears you were in just moments ago.

You slam two slices of bread onto a plate more forcefully than necessary. "I said I don't want to talk about this anymore. Please, Mor. Enough."

She seems to understand how serious you are, and she doesn't push you any further. She sits at the table as you prepare your lunch, and because you love her very much, and you know she hasn't eaten, you fix her one, too.

---

The day moves slowly, the two of you sticking to doing your own things. You find that the day is easier now that she knows what you know, that it's easier to breathe knowing you've said what you needed to say.

Mor hovers around you, but she doesn't push you to speak anymore. When you leave to sit by the fire in the living room, she moves to the couch with a book in hand. When you decide to work on clearing your front porch of snow, she joins you, shovel in hand and wordless. When you take a hot bath after, she waits in the bedroom, tidying until you're done. When dinner comes around, it's her that makes you a meal, and you nod your head in thanks, the two of you eating her stew in silence.

Long after the sun has gone down, you're in your bedroom, pulling a sweatshirt, matching to your sweatpants, over your head.

The door creaks open, and Mor walks in, both your book and hers in hand. Her face still looks devastated, you've been enduring the radiating guilt, shame, sadness, and disappointment from the bond all day. The only thing stopping you from kissing the hurt from her face is your own hurt, still aching, but a little less raw.

Mor sets the books down on her bedside table, and you can tell she's not going to let the two of you sleep tonight unless she's said her piece.

As much as you'd rather forget about this day, you know that tensions will only grow if you don't allow her to say whatever it is she wants to say, whatever it is she thinks will make this better.

You pull the covers back, settling on the bed. "Can you hand me my book, Mor?"

"Y/N..." Her voice is quiet. She's still standing, like she's afraid that if she gets too close, you'll run away.

You sigh, looking her in the eyes. You're surprised to see them welling with tears, her bottom lip trembling.

Your face scrunches, and you reach a hand out to her. "Mor, don't cry..." Your voice trails off, confusion lacing your tone.

She crumbles at your outstretched hand, like the acceptance is something she thought she'd lost forever. Like she's relieved that you still want her.

She collapses onto the bed, grabbing your hand, crying in earnest now. "I-I'm so sorry, Y/N, I swear to the gods I d-didn't mean what I s-s-said."

You can hardly understand her, and you run a hand through her hair in an attempt to calm her down.

"Mor, please, you don't have to explain yourself... I just want to move on from this."

That makes her cry harder, she's burying her face in your shoulder, shaking her head in refusal. "No! I d-don't want to move on from this, I want to make it r-right," she hiccups on a sob before continuing, "if you'll let me, p-please."

You sigh, kissing her hairline, urging her to pull back and look at you. "Honestly, Mor, I think it'll just hurt worse if you explain why I'm too clingy. I wish you'd just let us change how this," you gesture between the two of you, "works. No hard feelings that way, really."

Mor's face grows frustrated, her tears spilling down her cheeks rapidly. She sniffles, and grits out, "No. I-I don't want anything to c-change!"

"Mor, reall-"

She cuts you off before you can go on. "Y/N, p-please, just listen to me right now. I know I don't d-deserve it, b-but..."

Seeing her so upset, hearing the heartbreak in her voice, the sight of her red and puffy face from crying so hard, it makes you give in. You nod, signaling to her that she can continue, that you'll listen and you'll try to understand.

You brace yourself for the hurt, for her to explain how she feels suffocated by you, that you're too overbearing, just too clingy. You're ready for her to tell you that she loves you, because you know that she does, but that she just needs some space.

She doesn't, though.

She takes a deep breath in, bringing her hands up to rub at her wet cheeks, closing her eyes and collecting herself for a moment.

"Y/N, I-I have no excuse, for talking about you that way, in front of our friends."

She opens her eyes and looks deep into yours, waiting to see if you're going to stop her. When you make no move to interrupt, she continues.

"I... I am not good at this," she gestures between the both of you, then takes your hand into her own. "I'm not good at... being someone's mate."

You go to stop her, to scold her for thinking that way. She's perfect, the two of you literally made for one another. You'd not change a thing about her, and so far, your relationship had been virtually perfect. But, you swore to listen, so you refrain from stopping her.

"I never thought I'd meet my mate, and... for it to be a woman..." she trails off, and she doesn't have to elaborate on what she means by that. While your friends, your family, have been nothing but accepting and supportive, the same cannot be said for the rest of the world. Generally, Velaris, the Night Court, is open-minded, unfazed by any sort of queerness. And she decided, the moment she met you, she was done hiding her affections for women. She would not hide her mate, both you and her deserved better. But, Mor has seen the worst of other courts, of other people. She's seen terrible things happen to people for not being able to control who they love. She has always, always, been so protective of you, of the relationship the two of you have. It's made her guarded. Even around people she loves and trusts, she finds it difficult to be open and honest about the relationship the two of you have. She's opted for privacy in order to ensure protection. You know that, and it has never bothered you, because of course, you understand it.

"I am still... figuring this all out. How to navigate this, how to be more happy than scared." She pulls your hand to her mouth, pressing a kiss to your soft skin. You smile softly at her, and cup her face, stroking her cheek with your thumb, soothing the still reddened skin despite the tears being nearly gone.

She leans into the touch, and again, she takes a deep inhale, like she's in need of being grounded.

"When they asked me today, how things are going... I-I just... I couldn't be honest." Her voice cracks at the end, and you dread having to see her beautiful face in tears again.

"Y/N, I swear to you, everything is perfect."

"Mor..." you sigh, worried she's just trying to make you feel better about all of this, worried she isn't really thinking of what would make her happier.

"No, Y/N, I mean it. Everything about you, about us... it's perfect," she moves to hold your hand to her face with both of hers, turning to press a kiss into your palm.

"I know it shouldn't, because they're our friends, our family... but it made me uncomfortable, the idea of gushing to them about us."

You give her a curious look, but you say nothing.

"It feels like, if anyone knows how perfect this is, how happy we are... someone will rip it away from us, from me."

And that, that breaks your heart. "Oh, Mor..." you coo, sitting up straighter, holding her face in both of your hands now.

"I really, really, really, have no excuse for what I said. You are not too clingy, Y/N. In fact, I sometimes wish we could be even closer."

You huff a small laugh at that, shaking your head and smiling. "Mor, it's okay, really."

She refuses to let you forgive her so easily, though. "It's not okay, baby. You're my mate, you're it for me. The only thing I'll ever want in life. I don't want to hide that, especially not from our friends. You deserve to be spoken about in truth, about how amazing you are, how easy it is to love you, how I miss you every second we aren't together."

It's your turn to tear up now, and you send a flood of love and adoration down the bond.

"I lied to them, because acting like everything isn't perfect was easier than feeling vulnerable. I treated you terribly, and in front of our friends, too... I am so, so sorry, baby."

You feel nothing but love and sincerity from the bond, no sign that she's lying, that she's just saying this to spare your feelings. You believe her, of course. She's poured her heart out to you, she's chosen uncomfortable vulnerability in order to make sure you know how loved you are.

Hearing what she said about you, knowing she said it to your friends too, it hurt. But, you know she's learned from this. You know that she truly feels terrible, and you now know that she thinks your relationship is just as incredible as you do. You hold no anger anymore, and the only thing left to make you sad is how upset your mate still looks.

"Mor, my love, I forgive you, it's alright." You learn forward, until your forehead is resting on hers. Her eyes flutter shut, and she releases a breath she was holding.

"You do?" She whispers.

You kiss her gently in response. "Mor, I forgave you a while ago. I wasn't angry so much as I was hurt."

She grimaces, knowing how badly she hurt you, but you soothe her with another peck to her lips.

"I understand, Mor. I do. I hope that next time, though, you'll just be honest," she nods against you, a promise to do right by you. "Or, if you cannot, I hope that you'll choose to hold off on answering, until you can talk about us."

"Of course, my love, this will never happen again."

You hum, plant a kiss to her forehead, and pull away. "I know it won't, sweetheart. Thank you, for being honest, and for apologizing."

A few seconds pass in comfortable silence, the two of you just enjoying the feeling of being close again.

Then, Mor speaks. "So.... you'll greet me at the door when I come in?" She asks.

"I will, every day, with a kiss." You emphasize your answer with kisses to her cheek, her nose, her lips.

She giggles and pulls away. "And you'll let me help with dinner? And you'll tell me about your day while we eat?"

"Yes, baby."

"And you'll stay up late and cuddle on the couch with me?"

"Hmm, what if I get tired?" You tease.

She pouts at you, but it's in jest. "You'll lay on my chest, and I'll wake you up when it's time to go to bed."

"I suppose that'll work..." a smirk is evident in your voice, and Mor kisses it quickly.

"And you'll cuddle with me in bed, all night?"

"All night."

"And you'll spend snow days outside with me? And take hot baths with me after?"

"I'd love nothing more."

"And you'll always talk to me, if I've done something to upset you? You'll always tell me how you're feeling?"

"I will, Mor, I promise."

She smiles, and wraps her arms around you. She pulls you down to the bed with her, and you nuzzle your face into her neck, planting a kiss to her warm skin. She tugs on your bond, teasing and gentle. A feeling settles over the both of you. It's warm and sweet, the distinct feeling that all is well.

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A/N: This ended up being way longer than I meant it to be! I hope you all enjoy, angst isn't my usual but I wanted to give it a try. And of course, requests are always welcome! :)

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lynnielovestlou · 2 months

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leeching (ellie x reader)

lil ellie blurb that just came to me. hope u enjoy.

cw: super fluffy

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you and ellie have been dating for almost a year now. she was your first everything. first kiss, first girlfriend, first time. she'd seen every part of you, whether it be sweating, bleeding, crying, no makeup, just woken up, hair messy. and there wasn't a single part of you that she didn't absolutely adore.

the first time you and ellie had an argument, she had a very... different way of getting you to apologize. it was this little thing she called "leeching." she would hug you after an argument.

and she wouldn't let go until you forgave her.

which, in the long run, ended up working. the first argument the two of you had was about her careless tendencies while she was on patrol. she would come home hurt all the time, and it worried you sick. so, she latched onto you. it only lasted an hour before you finally gave in, and she let go.

today was a little different. the two of you argued for what felt like hours, until eventually ellie gave up and started hugging you. her muscular arms were too tight to escape, and boy was ellie stubborn. she wouldn't let you go until you forgave her.

"m' sorry, baby. please forgive me." she mumbles into the crook of your neck. she was laying on top of you on the couch, caging you in tightly between her firm arms.

you had refused to give in to her this time, but it was getting harder by the second. you were starting to sweat, your body sticking to hers.

what made it even worse was that she was peppering slow and tender kisses all over your neck, mumbling "i'm sorrys" into your skin.

"ellieee." you whine, trying to push her off. "i'm hot."

"i love you, and i won't stop until you forgive me." she says, kissing all over your neck and collarbone.

"ellie!" you announce again, trying to push her off. yet still, she didn't budge a centimeter. your clothes were so hot that they were sticking to your skin.

it was clear she wasn't giving up anytime soon.

you contemplate it for a moment before finally giving in with a sigh of defeat, "okay! okay, fine, i forgive you. now get off, i'm hot as balls."

you hear her smug little snicker against your shoulder before she climbs off you and soothes out her crinkled clothes.

"thanks, sweetheart. i promise ill make it up to you. for real this time." she winks before giving you the little bit of space you so desperately craved.

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hpsapphicvalentines · 3 months

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💗REVEALS DAY SIX💗

✨Written in the Stars✨

Pairing: Pansy Parkinson/Hermione Granger

Prompt: A secret admirer

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rodeo-clowns · 2 years

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Hey, can you write relationship headcanons for Sarah Sanderson with a female s/o? I’m lowkey obsessed with her and there’s barely any content on tumblr about her :((

Sarah Sanderson with a female s/o: Headcanons

A/N: Tysm for requesting this! I agree there's hardly any Sarah Sanderson fanfic which sucks bc after watching the second movie my childhood crush on her came back quick! Kinda glad though bc it made me take matters into my own hands and come out of my writer's block. Sorry if there are any typos I wrote this while coming down from a caffeine high lol.

Word count: 395 words

Warnings: None really except a song reference that is supposed to sound like a smut reference lol!

If you're a witch, the two of you would practice spells together and she’d convince her sister to let you join their coven.

If you’re not a witch then she’d constantly do magic to try to keep you entertained.

For example, if you were sad she’d conjure up a cat for you (not Binx unfortunately).

Scaring children together (as well as helping her steal some yknow).

Flying around on her broomstick together.

Pissing off Winnie together (unintentionally or intentionally who knows?).

Her telling you about Billy Butcherson.

Constant back and forth compliments over each other's outfits.

She tries to do silly hairstyles with your hair and fails.

If you have curly hair you take the time to teach her though (she’d still fail but).

If you’re living in the modern world then the two of you have a cute cottage together deep in the forbidden forest where it looks like it's Halloween all year long.

If you're living in the past though, the two of you live in secret in the forbidden forest together.

Constant hand-holding as well as kissing.

Winnie is sick of you two, Mary loves it.

Making each other jewelry.

Making potions together.

Causing chaos in Salem together.

Say you weren't burnt at the stake with the sisters, you stay alive all those centuries waiting for them.

You’re absolutely beaming when she’s revived in the 90s and show her all your favorite things about modern life.

When she fades at the end of Hocus Pocus 2 you cry uncontrollably because she keeps slipping away from you.

She constantly gifts you flowers or random things she found while walking around because they reminded her of you so much.

She gives you the best hugs when you’re sad.

Together, you make such a great duo that even her sisters joke that you should have your own coven (although Winnie would never let that happen).

Swapping outfits.

Trying to stop her from eating beauty products. You’d be like “no, that's not meant to be eaten you could die!” then she looks at you all confused while still drinking facial serum.

Having to explain to her technological advances, which really bloody gets you in the mood (if you know, you know).

Falling asleep in each other arms all the time.

Takes naps anywhere.

Literally anywhere like it gets ridiculous.

Always saying “I love you,” to each other.

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fictionalgap · 5 months

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Roommate: Too Quiet (not really) (chapter 5 - final chapter)

Pairing: Hazel Callahan x Reader

Summary: You thought you were both quiet.

Warnings: 18+ themes, swearing

Other Chapters: Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4

Song Recommendation: Love to Keep Me Warm - dodie

You and Hazel kissed a lot after having sex. It was slow, sensual and devouring.

"I wished you'd kissed me sooner." she breathed down your neck. You could feel her smile on your skin.

You chuckled and bit your lip as you avertes your gaze. "I was afraid."

"Of what?" her brow raised as she questioned.

"Losing you." you blinked.

"Why would you lose me?" she whispered quickly, eager to know.

"I don't know. Maybe you wouldn't feel the same way and you would be bothered by me being around you. Knowing that I have these feelings for you."

She took your hand and kissed your palm as she was keeping eye contact. "I told you. I could never be bothered by you." She was rubbing your hand gently.

"Y/n, I really really like you. In a non friendly way." she smiled and you grinned as you put your head on her chest.

"I really really like you, too Hazel." you raised your head to look into her eyes again.

"Well, then." Her dimples appeared as she put a joyful smile on her face and she grabbed your hand. She locked both of your hands. Such a simple action felt so good.

You moved your face closer to her face and rubbed your nose with hers. She smiled as she joined you. You were kissing again. Her hand was on your cheek.

She stopped all of a sudden. "Wait, you said you were afraid of losing me… I thought I was being obvious."

"Uhhm, my bad. I thought that was your casual kindness and caring."

"I mean, yes I care but I don't spoon feed Josie and PJ. " she grinned as she put her head on your shoulder. You laughed with her.

"I hate that It's going to be morning and, this will end." you said with a low voice.

"End? What do you mean?" she looked at you with worried eyes.

"I mean staying in bed, in silence and in peace, with you."

"God… I thought you changed your mind."

"Hazel! I've just said I really really like you. Didn't I?"

She averted her gaze and she sighed.

"You did but when you say it like that-. Nevermind." she shook her head.

"Hazel, I've always liked you. From the first moment I saw you there was something and that just get bigger and bigger by knowing you. It's the only thing I'm sure of in my whole life."

She smiled softly as her eyes watered.

"Really?" she whispered.

"Really." You started in her eyes intensely.

She pulled you closer in her embrace and you hugged her tighter. You really could stay here forever.

Until you had to pee...

"So, does that mean we are girlfriends now?" she asked, eagerness apparent in her voice.

You pulled yourself from her to look at her. "Yes." you confirmed.

Her smile only get wider. You tired to held your mouth to hide your laugh.

You heard Josie's voice. "PJ, do you know where Y/N is? "

"She's probably in her room."

"She's not. "

"Maybe she's taking a piss Josie! "

"I've just got out of bathroom. "

"Oh my god. Maybe she went outside!" PJ groaned as she rolled her eyes.

"Her phone is on the kitchen table!" Josie felt weird about the situation. She knew something was off.

You and Hazel looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

" That's so strange you know she never leaves her phone. Maybe Hazel knows..." the door was knocked three times. "Hazel?" Josie's voice came from the other side of the door.

"Wardrobe." She whispered to you before you looked at each other's eyes in hurry.

You run into Hazel's wardrobe quickly as she cleared her throat.

"Come in." Hazel shoutes from bed.

Josie stops in the doorframe. "Morning. So, do you know where Y/N is? I saw her phone on the counter but she is not at home? " She raised her brow.

Hazel tried to act as she didn't know. "I- I don't know. Maybe she went to the supermarket. T-to get milk?"

"Oh, yeah... " Josie nodded and Hazel exhaled as she was relieved.

Josie was about to close the door but she stopped. She stood in the doorframe again and looked at Hazel.

"Hazel. She left her phone. She never leaves her phone. " She said suspiciously.

"S-she might be sleepwalking...? " Hazel stuttered.

Josie looked confused as fuck.

"Aren't you worried? " She said as it was the most obvious thing.

"Uhm... " Hazel stood there like a deer caught in headlights.

* a few hours earlier *

PJ grinned like a psycho maniac as she opened Josie's room without any warning. She found the girl who was about to go to the sleep.

"Care to kn-" PJ shushed Josie who was now confused.

"What?" she whisper shouted.

PJ smiled evilly. "They're doing it."

"Who? "

"Hazel and Y/N."

"By doing it you mean-"

"Yeah, Josie. Heard their moans. They think they are so quiet but nature of sex just isn't. " PJ grinned like a kid as Josie's jaw was open.

Josie blinked to herself for a minute.

"So why are you here and not at their door shouting 'Be quiet nerds!'" Jose whisper-shouted.

"Let's tease them a little." PJ smirked mischievously.

* * *

Hazel, Josie and PJ sat on the kitchen table eating their cereals as you showed up from bathroom. You sneaked there when both of them weren't looking.

"Y/N! Where were you? "

"Uh... bathroom. "

"I didn't see you in your room. Didn't see you in bathroom too. Then I check the whole place. You weren't anywhere. I asked Hazel. She didn't know either. "

"Oh... Yeah. Sometimes this curtains still let light inside my room and I wanted the total darkness so I had to- to sleep in my wardrobe."

PJ snorted. "That's a good one. "

"What? "

"Nothing." She shooked her head with a tight smile.

"And I found your phone on the kitchen counter. So we were pretty worried." Josie told you then turned to Hazel with a smug expression.

"Right, Hazel?"

"Yeah. Like were... shocked. Leave a note next time. Please..." she said as she played with her cereal.

All of a sudden, PJ hit the table with both of her hands and stood up from her seat.

"You. little. fuckers." she said with a smirk.

You and Hazel were dumbfounded.

"I heard you. Moaning each other's name."

You looked at each other as you telepathically asked each other. "Were we that loud?"

You decided to drop the act telepathically since they noticed.

"So? " you asker.

PJ was shocked. "You're not gonna deny? "

"Why would I deny? "

Josie smirked at the situation. "She hoped to tease you a little more and see you both struggle." Josie leaned on the table.

" Why did you hide in closet then? Since you don't deny now? " PJ asked.

" I didn't wanted Josie to learn like that. Plus It's awkward. Josie, would you like it If I walk in to you and Isabel after you did it? "

"God, no. Please don't."

"Wait. Did you know what we did before you got in?" Hazel said pointing her finger to Josie.

PJ intervened. "I told her. Yeah. We wanted to tease you. "

"Oh, I wasn't expecting that from you Josie. " you told her.

"Sorry, Y/N but it was fun. " Josie snorted.

"Whatev- wait so all of that 'Where's Y/N? ' talk was..." you looked at her expecting an answer.

"Why am I even suprised after your fake juvie story at trauma bonding session... That was really good by the way. Your face and all... " you moved your hands around your face to emphasize.

"Thank you." Josie smiled proudly.

"And sorry. " She added as she was looking at you then Hazel.

Hazel smiled tightly.

"By the way, Hazel what the fuck? Sleepwalking? Really? "

Hazels mouth opened as she didn't know what to say.

"I panicked. " she defended herself.

PJ smiled smugly as you continue to eat your cereal.

"So, you're like a thing now? Cause both of you are too much of hopeless romantics to do friends with benefits." PJ asked.

"Yes, we are." you answered at the same time and then looked at each other with red cheeks as PJ and Josie snorted milk out of their nose.

"This is going to be fun to watch. " PJ smirked while cleaning the milk on her with a napkin.

You looked at each others eyes softly as you both reached and locked hands tightly.

That's how you both said I love you in silence.

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