#spiderb00bs

"Not in a million years would anyone imagine that the female hockey team's star player would actually be a softie. But Alysa knew better."

warning - masc!reader, i'm in love w Alysa, so i decided to write about :), idk nothing about hockey :/ (i'm a fighter btw)

now playing - Mutt, by Leon Thomas

"Said i'll put my guard down for you, said i'll be vulnerable. So you can break my heart if you want to"

The rink was on fire, which was ironic because everything there was ice. The crowd was screaming wildly, almost as if you and your team were in a life-or-death battle. People jumped, screamed, and kicked with every little move the US hockey team made, and you couldn't deny that in a way you liked feeling the heat of the crowd with you during the games.

The crowd went wild when your stick hit the puck, sending it straight into the goal and driving the crowd crazy. The whistle blew and the game was finally over. The gold is yours. You didn't care much for the celebrations or the shouting, there was only one smile there that you really cared about. In the VIP area, very close to where the game was taking place, was the only person who could make you feel something in the midst of all those people.

Alysa smiled as if she already knew you had the game in your hands, it was almost as if she was sure that the others would have no chance against you and your team. Your eyes darted toward the crowd, locating the girl with colorful hair as if she were the only person there, as if someone were shining a whole spotlight on her.

You smiled under your helmet.

People didn't usually see this side of you, this side that seemed to be completely reserved for your girlfriend. The girls on your team knew you had a soft spot for the figure skater, but seeing you all silly over a five-foot girl was just funny. Alysa was the only person who could pull you out of your tough guy shell and put you on a cloud of love and softness.

Then that cloud dissipated like cotton candy in water. The moment you felt the aggressive touch on your shoulder, your eyes strayed from the angel with colorful hair. The rival team's jersey was all you saw in front of you, and then it was as if ink had stained your eyes, and all you saw was red.

“You know, you may be able to score goals, but maybe your girlfriend will change her mind about you when she sees who you really are.” You never cared about your opponents' taunts. But when they used Alysa, everything was different. “You know I've always had a thing for weird girls...”

You didn't even wait for the girl to finish, your hands pushed her chest hard, making her stagger before being caught by one of her teammates. Blinded by rage, you threw your helmet away, grabbed the girl by the collar of her shirt, oblivious to the gasps of surprise and indignation coming from the audience.

“Say that again!” Your hands tightened their grip on the fabric. “GO AHEAD, SAY THAT AGAIN! I DARE YOU!” The smile on the girl's face made your anger rise, and for a moment, you thought a bloody nose would be just the thing to wipe that smirk off her face.

Fortunately, the team arrived in time. You didn't even see it, but your teammates grabbed you and used all their strength to keep you from breaking free and killing the girl right there. The screams from the audience didn't reach your ears, nor did the shouts from your coach or the pleas for calm from your teammates.

You don't even remember getting to the locker room, you don't remember picking up the gold medal, you don't remember how you left the arena, you don't even remember if you left that girl scared or not, but you remembered her words.

“Maybe she'll change her mind when she sees who you really are!”

The words echoed in your head and the conversation of your teammates seemed like just background noise. Your hands ran through your wet hair, and your nerves were on edge. You weren't exactly the easiest person in the world, and you knew it. But with Alysa, things were always different.

“Knock knock.” The sound of knocks on the door mingled with the voice you loved so much.

The girl entered silently, hands behind her back, posture slightly relaxed, but still stiff enough for you to know that she wasn't exactly happy with what had happened earlier. The girls—polite as always—greeted her with high fives, pats on the back, and a few congratulations for the gold medal she herself had won.

You were still staring at the floor, too embarrassed to face your girlfriend at that moment. Unfortunately, you knew you wouldn't get away that easily when you saw her approaching. The slightly worn shoes she wore appeared in your field of vision, and you finally stopped staring at the floor as if it were the coolest and most interesting thing in the world.

“So... are you going to tell me what happened or...?” Her voice echoed through the space, all your teammates stopping talking the moment Alysa opened her mouth to address you.

It was as if everyone there was waiting for a big reaction, no one allowed themselves to breathe properly, no one seemed ready for the explosion that was about to come, and you swore you saw someone hide slightly out of the corner of your eye.

“She provoked me.” It was the only thing you dared to say.

“And then you went after her? Wow, how mature!” Alysa's voice was low, controlled. And you knew exactly what that meant.

Your eyebrows furrowed, and someone in the locker room sighed.

“Alysa...” You tried.

“No. You know how I feel about this!” She stood her ground.

You got up from the bench.

“You don't know what she said to me!” Your voice was firm, and you swore you saw half of your teammates flinch slightly.

Now standing, you towered over your girlfriend, your body so large that you could have covered her entirely in an embrace without the slightest effort. Your broad shoulders bumped her nose, your muscles tense and flexed, as you looked down at her like a puppy looks at an ant.

All it took was one look into her eyes.

You faltered without even realizing it. Your eyes averted from hers, you looked at the floor while your teammates stared at each other and wondered why you hadn't yet thrown the bench you were previously sitting on against the wall.

“Sit down.” Your girlfriend's firm voice made you obey her like a trained puppy, and all the girls on the team looked mortified that someone had managed to put you in your place.

“You know I'm right.” She started again. “I don't know what she said, but whatever it was, I'm here for you. You could have put the whole team at risk, you could have put yourself at risk. Did you think about that? Huh?”

You shook your head, staring at the floor as you reflected on what your girlfriend was saying.

“I know, but she was talking about you... I just couldn't let her talk about you like that!” Your voice was calm, gentle in a way your teammates had never heard before.

Alysa's hands lifted your chin, making you look into her eyes. Those same eyes that always made you realize how lucky you were to have a woman like her in your life.

“Thanks for defending me, babe. But next time, I'd rather you didn't fall for the provocations of a girl who's literally furious because she just lost the fucking Olympics.” She laughed, and you laughed with her.

“I'm sorry.” You smiled, and then quickly stopped smiling when you heard a chorus of sighs from the girls watching from the stands as your girlfriend lectured you. “Oh, shut up, you idiots!”

Alysa laughed, and so did they.

“I didn't know you had a soft side, captain!” One of the girls fired back.

You raised your middle finger, taking advantage of the moment and making the gesture to all the other girls who were teasing you.

“Damn, captain, she's got you on a leash.” You sighed.

“Fuck you!” You said with conviction, and then held your breath when your girlfriend moved even closer.

Tucking her hands into your hair and pulling your head to her chest, Alysa smiled and giggled smugly.

“No, they're right. I've got you on a leash.” She smiled again, more strongly.

You rolled your eyes. But you knew it would always be like this. Because you would never, ever dare to contradict the love of your life.

Hey everyone, just a little something for Alysa because I've been kind of amazed by her since the Olympics!

I wrote this during my lunch break, so I'm not sure if it's any good. Anyway, I hope you like it. I know I'm not really active, but life has been crazy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Stay safe, drink water,

“The universe is kind enough to give us only what we can carry. So what happens when Nikki wants something bigger than she can actually handle?”

warnings - No freaky!nikki ig, but she's just as obsessed with reader as Bear is with her. possessiveness? and everything you'd expect from the "Obsession" universe. defo oc!nikki i have too, at least a little :/

now playing - Step On Me, by The Cardigans

"You're free to have everything you can see. All that you want from me"

The bar was bustling as usual. The tables were too sticky to rest your hands on, and some of the people walking by always seemed to make a point of bumping into the table where Nikki was sitting. Ian was arguing about something silly with Sarah, talking too loudly for them to hear each other. Ever since he arrived, Bear hadn’t taken his eyes off Nikki. And Nikki—from the moment she saw that you hadn’t arrived with the rest of the group—hadn’t taken her eyes off the bar’s entrance.

Bear was fighting with himself; I mean, he had to say something, he HAD to say something now—this was his chance. Anything—just strike up a conversation. Talk about her hair. Talk about her eyes. Talk about her outfit. Talk about anything. His brain was screaming for something, and the moment he finally opened his mouth, a loud, shrill scream burst from Nikki’s lips.

Bear just blinked. Nikki had already stood up from her chair, spreading her arms wide as you approached the table. Ian rolled his eyes; Sarah smiled slightly at the interaction. Bear just lowered his head and mentally berated himself excessively.

“Damn it, why are you late?” Nikki’s voice came out slightly muffled, since her head was now buried in your chest.

“Yeah, why were you late?” Ian’s voice made you roll your eyes, flashing him the middle finger as you pulled away from Nikki’s arms.

You missed the way she looked at you, or the way her throat rose up and down quickly. But Bear noticed. Clearing her throat casually, Nikki smiled again, as if she hadn’t been slightly hurt by you pulling away from the hug too quickly, or as if she wasn’t curious about why you’d been late to quiz night in the first place.

“Fuck you, you asshole!" You gave Ian a light shove, your eyes darted quickly over the remaining seats, rolling your eyes at the realization that you’d have no choice but to sit next to Ian, but that you could still choose between Sarah and Nikki.

Your eyes quickly drifted to the woman who had been arguing with Ian just seconds ago. Her eyes sparkled slightly—it wasn’t noticeable to others, but it was noticeable to you. The small, shy smile playing at the corner of her mouth made her look kind of cute. Before you could even make a final decision, Freeman’s hand beside you grabbed your wrist, guiding you to the empty seat next to her and Ian.

“It’s okay, I forgive you for being late. As long as we win the quiz night.” Her smile made you smile. Nikki had a beautiful smile; you knew that.

Unlike the others, you didn’t meet Freeman in high school; elementary school was where the two of you really got to know each other. You got into a fight with some idiot who thought it was a good idea to knock over Nikki’s lunch during break time, and ever since then she’s clung to you like she clung to her crystals. You grew up together, building a little world just for the two of you before the rest of them came into your lives.

You don’t know how it happened, but you’d stayed around just because of Nikki. I mean, you weren’t really that close to the others, but you’d let them think they were close to you. Ian was a dick, period. Sarah was never a bitch or annoying to you—she was cool. You remember thinking it was nice to have another girl around besides Nikki—not because you didn’t like her, but you remember a strange feeling every time she was around. And Bear… my God, Bear was a creep. You remember when you got close to him; it was more out of pity than any real friendship. Over time, you started to find everyone a little disconnected—weird, to be more precise.

You were never really close friends with any of them besides Nikki, but after your school years flew by, it seemed that the more time you spent together, the more the strange aura surrounding Bear spread through the group, until it took you all in, one by one.

You were kind of tired of it all, but you still put up with everything for Nikki’s sake.

Your little sister, Nikki Freeman.

You knew it would be painful for both of you when you finally took that first step out of that town, but you knew Nikki’s dreams—you knew she’d understand you just as you understand her. You were going to tell her—you swore you would. But not tonight. At least not yet.

“I’m going to get some shots!” The fog of thoughts cleared when Nikki’s voice came back; she leaned in close to you as she spoke again. “Can you help me?”

“I…” You didn’t even have time.

“I’ll help you!” You didn’t exactly like the way Bear was looking at Nikki, so no matter how tired you were, you’d get up right then even if your legs wouldn’t work, just so you wouldn’t leave Nikki alone with that weirdo.

“Let’s go, the three of us.” Your voice sounded flat, almost as if you were challenging someone to say something.

Bear lowered his head and stood up without saying a word, following right behind Nikki while you stayed a little further back.

The night was a bit of a blur to you after that—laughter, replies, loud conversations. Everything seemed like one big nothing. Your head filled up too quickly, and maybe you were getting too old for this.

Your head seemed to empty completely when you and the others finally left the bar. The air you didn’t even know you were holding in was pouring out of your lungs the moment the night breeze hit your face. You didn’t even think twice before pulling the pack of cigarettes out of the back pocket of your jeans—only to have it snatched from your hand by the very same girl who’d spent her whole life telling you that smoking was bad.

“Hey!” Nikki didn’t even give you a chance to try.

“No. Come on, you know I don’t like it when you smoke.” She turned, looking at you while the others watched the exchange. “Besides, I don’t want to walk the whole way home with you smelling like cigarettes.”

“But I’m not going home!” Your eyebrows furrowed quickly, your feet took an unconscious step back, as you stood between Sarah and Bear. “I want to go to karaoke!”

“Wow, you’ve definitely had too much to drink.” Nikki rolled her eyes. “Can you please drop me off at home? Please, I’m so tired!”

“Nikki...” You tried, oblivious to the glances Ian, Sarah, and Bear were exchanging.

“Please!” she insisted again.

“I’ll take you!” When Bear’s voice cut through your little argument, it was as if all the alcohol in your body had vanished into thin air.

You could have sworn your pupils returned to normal, and you felt a chill run down your spine at the mere thought of leaving Nikki alone with Bear. It was terrifying to you, and even though you never knew for sure why, Nikki always told you not to ignore your gut feelings—whether they were good or bad.

“No.” The silence that followed was almost excruciating. But you didn’t back down, at least not when you saw a faint smile appear on Nikki’s face. “I’ll take her. Fine, you win, okay!”

Nikki gave you a sarcastic smile, muttering a “Thank you” that made you roll your eyes playfully.

You saw her turn to quickly thank Bear. You twirled the keys between your fingers, glancing at the two of them out of the corner of your eye—only for your attention to be drawn to Sarah when you felt her hand on your bicep.

“You’re really not going?” Her voice was low, and you sighed softly.

You’d already promised her you would go; you remember exactly her asking you to stay longer than just quiz night when you left work together. You hated having to do this.

“I can’t leave her alone,” you muttered, impatient with the whole situation.

“She wouldn’t be alone, and you know it.” Sarah’s tone made you lower your guard a little.

“Come on, Sarah. I promise I’ll go next time,” you tried, only for her to shake her head slightly.

“Forget it,” she said, looking away from you. “You always do this when it comes to Nikki.”

Sighing—for what felt like the umpteenth time that night—you glanced quickly toward where the Freeman girl was standing, only to see Bear handing her a small red box. Shaking your head, you looked back at Sarah, who was still standing there with her arms crossed.

“Hey, how about this…” Your hands moved toward her arms, making her uncross them and look at you. “I’ll drop her off at home and meet you and Ian there—is that okay?” Your words were like a sea of roses to the woman in front of you.

Sarah smiled, looking at you again before hugging you tightly. Your hands wrapped around her waist, guided there as if you’d known the way for a long time.

“All right, let’s go, Yn.” Nikki’s voice made you two pull apart. And soon car doors were slamming, tires were rolling, and before you knew it, you were already in the middle of the road with Nikki by your side.

The radio was playing some slow song from the late-night lineup, and you drove in silence while listening to Nikki talk about whatever came to mind. You scolded her so she’d buckle her seatbelt and told her three times to take her foot off the glove compartment, making her roll her eyes at you and call you a buzzkill. And then, amid all the chaos she always seemed to create when she was around you, she stopped. She stared at her fingernails as if gathering the courage to tell you something.

“I… wanted to tell you something,” she murmured.

“I know,” you replied.

“You know?” The surprise in her voice made you laugh softly, leaning forward gently while trying not to take your eyes off the road.

Nikki loved your smile; she hated being like this around you—so vulnerable—but she couldn’t help it, especially when you were this close to her. It was almost as if you were a character she’d written, someone she’d dreamed of having her whole life. She hated loving that feeling; she knew she was going too far. Her characters looked like you; she imagined your smile, your eyes, your features, and it was simply ridiculous how she never let you read anything she wrote because she was so afraid you’d notice.

She could never get very far with the story she was trying to create for them.

“I mean, you’ve been standing there for over five minutes without saying a word. Either you’re having a stroke or you’re just trying to soften the blow of the bombshell you’re about to drop on me.” The playful tone in your voice made her laugh softly, though she didn’t completely forget the weight on her chest. “So, what is it?”

“I’m thinking about quitting. Quitting my job once and for all, you know.” Her voice was low, and as the words came out of her mouth, her eyes remained fixed on you.

You didn’t say anything, finally pulling up in front of Nikki’s house and parking the car. Your hands reached for the key, turning it and shutting off the engine with a smooth, gentle motion. Leaning back in your seat, you finally looked at her, and for the first time in her life, Nikki didn’t know what that look meant.

“Damn." That’s all you said. “Do you want to keep writing? Like, officially this time?” You’d supported Nikki’s passion from the start, and you were happy to hear her say that.

“That’s the plan.” She nodded affirmatively, looking away from you and staring awkwardly straight ahead.

Furrowing your brow for a moment, you tried to figure out why she seemed so strange right now. As if your reaction wasn’t exactly what she’d expected.

“Hey, I think that’s really cool, Nikki.” Your hand reached for hers—which was resting on her thigh—grasping it firmly, seeking to offer her comfort.

Freeman’s eyes sparkled, and she felt a shiver run down her spine the moment you touched her. Your hand easily covered hers; it was warm and slightly calloused. Even so, she felt that they fit together perfectly.

“You know I’ll always have your back, right?!” Your voice was softer, as if you wanted her to feel safe. “I mean, I’ll always be by your side, no matter where you go!”

Smiling slightly, Nikki looked up from your lap, gazing at you with tenderness and confidence. You had a way of making her feel that way—it was almost like some silly spell she always seemed to fall for.

“I love you.” The words came out of her mouth as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Never, ever, not even in a million years, would Nikki Freeman have dreamed of saying that to anyone. But with you, everything was easier; it was poetic; it was unconditional. With you, love felt more real; it felt like it could exist; it felt like it could finally be written into her story.

You smiled, and it was as if time had stopped for Nikki. The way you looked at her with such pride was like an arrow piercing her chest—in the most insanely good way possible. She smiled back, tears beginning to well up in her eyes; it felt as though everything around them was working together to make this the perfect moment—the beginning of a real story.

“I love you too, Nikki.” For a split second, her heart stopped. Her smile widened, and she almost lunged toward you. “You’re my little sister! I’ll always support you.”

And then, Nikki swore the universe had smashed your car window and started banging her head against the glove compartment. Little sister? Hell no.

“Sure…” Her smile faltered slightly, though not enough to be noticeable. “Thanks.”

Pulling her hand out from under yours, the Freeman girl grabbed her purse and yanked the car door handle so fast that you almost asked if she was okay again.

“Thanks for the ride.” The car door slammed, and she turned quickly, walking toward the door as if you’d just told her she had some contagious disease. “See you tomorrow!” she shouted from a distance, slamming the door shut right after and leaving you utterly confused.

You didn’t know what you’d done to make her act that way, you didn’t know if you’d said something wrong—something she didn’t want to hear. You didn’t know that Nikki, the girl you’d called your sister just minutes ago, was starting to slide down the front door of her house in the most dramatic and melancholic way possible.

She covered her face with her hands the moment she finally sat down on the floor. Her legs felt like jelly, and her whole heart was beginning to shatter silently. She hoped you’d support her; in a perfect world, she even hoped you’d ask where she was going and offer to follow her wherever she was headed.

She was crazy. She knew it; she’d shake her head as she repeated to herself that she was losing her mind—all because of you. Nikki had never been that kind of girl—for anyone—except for you. It was as if you’d poured poison from head to toe; her heart would fill with hope the moment you walked into the room and drain away again when you left.

She was a lost cause.

Nikki ran her hands through her hair, brushing the messy strands away from her face. Without even getting up off the floor, she slipped her jacket over her shoulders, when suddenly she felt as if she were sitting there, partially suffocated by everything that touched her skin. She was ready to sink back into a pool of melancholy and drama, but the sound of the little red box that Bear had given her before you left fell out of her jacket pocket, making its presence known as if the universe were mocking her.

“You can make a wish. . . at least that’s what it says on the box. . .” She recalled Bear’s words, remembering also how he’d seemed nervous and far too embarrassed for his own good.

She laughed sarcastically, mentally cursing Bear for being such an idiot that he didn’t even know how to buy a gift for the girl he had a crush on. My God, she thought he was pathetic sometimes, but he still seemed like a nice guy to her, despite all his weirdness. To tell the truth, Nikki even tried to stay closer to him than necessary at times, because she loved seeing how protective you became when he was acting really strange around her.

It made her smile.

“What a stupid toy, Baron!” she muttered, picking up the box and twirling it between her fingers to read the instructions.

She opened the box carelessly—quickly and without any delicacy, to be more precise. The sound the box made when she pulled the stick out made her roll her eyes, before she glared at the stick as if it were her personal enemy.

It might have just been her imagination, but the air seemed heavier now, a weight settling on Nikki’s chest as if everything she’d been keeping to herself all this time were about to burst out of her like a demon being scolded and burned with holy water. It felt as if something inside her was screaming for her to say the words out loud, just screaming for her to ask for help, and then, whatever it was that the universe was putting inside her would help her.

“Fuck it.” Gripping the stick tighter, Nikki sighed before staring at it one last time. “I wanted Yn to love me the same way I love her!”

The stick snapped with a low click, and the room remained unchanged. Nothing happened, and the crickets chirping outside seemed to be laughing at her in the cruelest way possible.

But the weight was gone.

“FUCK!” Nikki’s scream was followed by a quick leap away from the door.

Someone was outside, pounding on it as if they were about to die if they didn’t get in soon. The Freeman girl scrambled quickly away from the doorway as the pounding began to intensify. Should she call the police? What the hell is this? It was way too late for anyone to be pounding on someone’s door like this.

“Nikki? Come on, I know you’re in there.” And then she stopped.

Recognizing the voice immediately, the black-haired girl got up off the floor for the first time since she’d walked through the door, walking toward the pounding before flinging the door open.

You were standing there, fist in the air, ready to knock again. You were wearing the same clothes you’d had on at the bar, your hair slightly damp from the rain that was starting to wet the asphalt outside. Nikki hadn’t even noticed it was raining.

“Yn? What are you doing here?” Her question was enough to make you smile, before your face took on a sad expression—which was clearly feigned.

“Don’t leave, please,” you whispered, and it was as if everything had come to a standstill around Nikki. “At least not without me.”

“What are you talking about?” Her voice was uncertain, and you quickly stepped inside the house without even waiting for an invitation.

Your hands grabbed hers, pulling her into her own home as you closed the door as if nothing was out of the ordinary. You were strong enough to put Nikki wherever you wanted, but you weren’t exactly using force, since she’d been practically orbiting around you from the moment she noticed the look on your face.

You made her sit on the couch while you knelt in front of her. Your hands were still clasped around hers as you let them rest on Nikki’s thighs.

“I’m saying I’m tired of acting like everything you do doesn’t affect me, Nikki!” Your voice was practically a prayer to her, as if you were praying to a deity to bless you with all her love. “Nikki, I’ve loved you forever. I knew it the day I saw you, the day you stood up for me in the school cafeteria.”

The words that came out of your mouth made the woman sitting across from you frown. The weight on her chest was gone, but a thread still seemed to hang from her chest, connecting to someone else’s chest.

“Yn, you stood up for me in the cafeteria!” Nikki retorted, letting go of your hands to place hers on your face. “Are you okay?”

“Nikki, you know what I meant. Come on, I’m freaking out here!” Your hands reached for hers, taking her hands in yours again before bringing them to your chest. “Can’t you see how hard I’m struggling to tell you what I’ve always wanted to get off my chest?

“You told me not to leave...”

“Don’t go! And if you do, don’t leave me alone. Take me with you, Nikki.” Even though the rain was pelting your body, you were still hot—too hot for someone who had been almost shaking just a few seconds ago.

“I still don’t get it...”

“Nikki, you’re the only reason I’ve stayed in this shitty town all this time! I want more! I want more with you, Nikki. I love you!” Freeman’s eyes were fixed on you. How was it possible that you were feeling everything she’d been feeling all this time? “I’ve lived all this time with a weight on my chest, and I just want it to go away. No matter how!”

Your words echoed in Nikki’s mind as if they were on repeat all the time. The feelings you were expressing were everything she’d been feeling inside for years. It couldn’t be that similar, right? Her eyes drifted slightly toward the red box lying on the floor; the stick was still broken, and the evidence of a stupid desire was still there.

That didn’t work.

It didn’t stand a chance.

It was just a damn toy!

“No! Look at me, Nikki. Because I’m pouring out everything I’ve spent years writing about you right now! Tell me I’m not the only one! Tell me—do you love me the way I love you?!”

You were there, more vulnerable than ever, on your knees before Nikki, hoping she felt the same way you did. That wasn’t the result of some stupid desire for a useless toy. That was years and years of connection and hidden love. You both felt the same way, and Nikki would never give credit to a fucking stupid toy.

You loved her, just as she loved you.

“Of course I love you. I feel exactly the same way.” Her hands gently cupped both sides of your face. The kind of tenderness Nikki would never share with anyone but you.

Your eyes sparkled as if they held stars within them; you’d finally done it. Nikki had done it. The two of you were on the same page, having fooled yourselves all this time when you could have been together.

“Nikki...” You moved closer.

“Hmm.” Her eyes wandered between your eyes and your lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Do you want to kiss me?” Her fingernails traced the nape of your neck, and she laughed softly as she felt you shiver at her touch.

“More than anything in the world!” Your tongue swept across your lips, moistening them as the two of you got closer and closer to breaking that barrier.

“Go ahead, pretty girl.”

You didn’t wait for her to say it again, breaking down the barriers you’d both been longing to break. You’re not sure exactly how long this feeling had been in your heart, or how long your subconscious had hidden it from you. But Nikki’s lips were just as soft as you’d imagined. Her tongue explored your mouth as if she wanted to memorize every detail, and every movement made you melt.

Your hands gripped her waist like a lifeline, and your brain felt like it was about to short-circuit. You’d always wanted to kiss Nikki, hadn’t you? You were doing it now. Kissing Nikki, your best friend, Nikki. Had you always wanted to kiss Nikki this badly? Why had you never kissed her before? Her hands seemed to be everywhere.

You wanted to kiss her more.

Did you want to kiss her?

You’re already kissing her.

Why are you kissing her?

WHY ARE YOU KISSING NIKKI?

“FUCK! ” Your lips pulled away from Nikki’s as if she’d just shot you in the chest.

Your hands slid off her waist faster than when you’d put them there, and the woman you’d been kissing just a moment ago was now cowering in fear on the couch, staring at you with the most genuine look of fear and confusion in the world.

“What the fuck, Nikki?” Your breathing was ragged, and your hands were trembling slightly.

“What are you talking about?” Her voice was high-pitched, and you were clearly scaring her.

Stop scaring her, you idiot!

“I… I don’t know.” You stammered. Kneeling down again as you tried to approach her slowly once more. “I thought I saw something behind you.”

Getting up from the floor, you finally allowed yourself to sit on the couch, letting yourself sit next to Nikki.

“Damn, I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry.” You wrapped your arms around Nikki’s body, letting the shorter woman snuggle into your chest. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t do that again.” Her voice was a mere whisper. “I thought you’d changed your mind.”

Her words struck something inside you, as hard as an anvil hitting your head. You stared straight ahead as a small chuckle escaped your lips involuntarily. Because you would never regret loving her. You would never let that pain in your chest slip away. You would never let the thread connecting the two of you snap. Because if that happened, everything would come back to her.

And that weight in your chest—it wasn’t hers anymore. Now, it belonged to you.

“I would never regret loving you, Nikki.” Your fingers reached for her chin, lifting her head up so you could look at her properly. “I only ask that you love me the way I love you.”

I was listening to “My Way” by Olivia Rodrigo while writing this, and I thought about how this song would fit into a sequel with Nikki, the reader, and Sarah in a weird love triangle BYEEEE

"Getting married can be one of life's greatest joys. But what happens when the horrors of married life completely overwhelm you? What happens when your fiancée turns out to be a very different person from the one you knew? What happens when the signs indicate that something very bad is going to happen?"

warnings - plot w/ smut, g!p reader, MDNI! | Love being Love, Camila Morrone as Rachel Harkin (cause i was deadly inspired by her show) btw inspired by you and something very bad is going to happen. Mention of blood, murder, n everything you've ever seen Love Quinn do.

now playing - You Are My Destiny, by Paul Anka

Your hands were trembling, your hair was slightly tousled, and a hole was about to open up in the floor if you didn’t stop pacing in circles within five seconds. Fortunately, the door opened just in time to prevent the floor from giving way in an incredibly unusual and impossible disaster.

“What are you doing?” Your best friend looked like he wanted to pull his hair out, and all you could do was take a deep breath and sit down in the chair next to the bedroom vanity.

“I don't know, Drew. I have a bad feeling.”

Looking up at your friend only made you see the look of surprise on his face. Drew knew that in a million years, you would never, ever think that. Especially at a time like this.

“What are you talking about?” He moved closer to you when he saw tears streaming down your face. “Hey, hey, hey. What’s going on with you? You love this woman, Yn! What’s the problem now?”

His hands cupped your face; his desperate eyes were filled with the tears streaming down yours. A sob escaped your lips, and a weary sigh followed shortly after.

Calmly, your hands moved up, grasping his hands on your cheeks. The whole room felt hotter than usual, and the white shirt you were wearing was starting to get damp with sweat.

“I... I think something very bad is going to happen if I marry Love!”

The gears were turning nonstop in your mind, a thousand flashes of moments roaming freely through your brain. Your eyes closed, and for a second, the sobs vanished, the room didn’t feel hot anymore, and all you could feel was peace.

You had never really gotten used to the keys to your apartment. Even though you’d been living there for six months, the weight, the metal, and the purpose of each one still felt strange. Moving to LA was crazy in your head, but you did it anyway.

“Usually the biggest one is the front door key.”

The voice made you jump. I mean, just seconds ago you were in an empty hallway, and now, looking back, a stranger was standing behind you as if the whole place belonged to her. You noticed she had black bags in her hands, and she was climbing the circular staircase that everyone in the building used to get to their homes—since the elevator never seemed to work.

“I... I always forget.” You tried the larger key.

The door opened.

“I told you.” She smiled, and you thanked her.

“I’ve lived here for six months, and my brain still doesn’t seem to adapt to anything here.” You shook your head. She raised her eyebrows.

“Seriously, I’ve been living here for six months too.” Her smile seemed too adorable to be true, and you noticed the tip of her nose was red, probably because of the unusually cold weather in Los Angeles . "Honestly, my only complaint so far is that the elevator never works. But on the other hand, I also like taking the stairs; it makes me feel like a supporting actor on The Big Bang Theory."

“I always say that!” She laughed, and you relaxed. “My friends call me a nerd, but it’s a really good comparison.” You argued.

“I totally agree!” Her eyes looked as bright as the stars, and for a moment you thought she was about to cry from emotion.

How silly.

“I’m Yn.” The words came out of your mouth before you could even think them through.

“Love.”

You remembered feeling butterflies in your stomach that day. It was strange to meet someone like that. Three months later, you had those butterflies again. Love was laughing in the kitchen, Junia and Lia joining in her laughter as they sipped glasses of wine.

You, Drew, and Callie were setting the dinner table. The Yankees were playing like pros on TV, but no one was really paying attention at that point in the evening. The chicken Love was cooking was making everyone’s stomachs growl as the wonderful smell began to spread through the kitchen, and when you all finally sat down to eat, the atmosphere felt pleasant and friendly.

Until it wasn’t anymore.

“Oh, you guys won’t believe who I ran into yesterday at the mall!” Junia began excitedly, grabbing Drew’s hand after patting it a few times.

“Who?” Love laughed, bringing her wine glass to her lips while placing her other hand on the back of your chair, leaning closer to you.

“Get ready!” Junia looked at everyone, as if she were about to reveal the world’s biggest secret.

Love’s eyes were on you, those big, loving eyes wandering over every inch of your face, smiling as you made a funny, suspenseful face.

“Just tell us already, baby! Drew urged. Junia let out a high-pitched, playful squeal as she laughed like a mischievous child.

“Rachel Harkin!” Junia clapped her hands. Drew shook her head. You took a sip of the wine in front of you.

But Love didn’t know that name.

She laughed.

“Who is Rachel Harkin?” The question hit the table like a flamethrower, spreading fire in every direction and burning you in particular.

“What do you mean, who is Rachel Harkin? She’s simply the most annoying ex Yn has ever had in her entire life.” Junia couldn’t hold her tongue, and Drew tried to stop her just in time.

“An ex, huh?” Love feigned nonchalance. Because that’s what she would do—she was the cool girlfriend she’d always been.

You gave a smile that didn’t reach your eyes; Love kept her composure. The wine glass in her hand was being raised with an unusual grip, and she took a big gulp—a gulp that went down, burning her throat.

“The worst, Love! I swear. She was a fucking paranoid, and always seemed to believe she was in constant danger. The girl was a lunatic!“ Junia joined in Lia’s laughter. ”When Yn said he broke up with her at Christmas, I was fucking happy." Lia delivered the final nail to your coffin, and Callie just downed a sip of wine as fast as she could.

Your eyes closed as if you’d seen the devil right in front of you. But Love just laughed. She took another sip of wine and cut the chicken with a very sharp knife.

“Well, it’s a good thing she’s terrible.” The table laughed.

And they kept laughing until the moment the door closed after midnight. As the cars pulled away, Love brushed against your shoulder when you tried to speak to her.

“Love, you have to listen to me. I…” The air felt thin. As if your oxygen had been cut off.

“You lied when you said you were single.” It wasn’t a question; it was a statement.

The room was agonizingly silent, and for a second, you thought about running away.

“Love, I…” You tried again, but she raised the knife.

“You slept with me while you were fucking some other bitch!" Her hands made the perfect cut through what was left of the chicken.

The thighs, a piece of breast, a wing. And then she raised the knife again, pointing it at you like an accusing finger. But that wasn’t a finger; it was much worse.

“Did you lie to them about when we met?” Her eyes were filled with fury; the same sparkle you saw the day you met now seemed far darker.

Your chest tightened, your hands began to sweat, and you wanted to get closer to her just for a moment. So you took a step forward.

“I wasn’t sleeping with another girl.” You took another step, and then she took a step back. The knife looked sharper up close. “We weren’t talking to each other anymore; she was living in New York, and we’d had a nasty fight.”

You stopped in front of her.

“She’d blocked me everywhere. I thought we’d gone our separate ways, Love.” Her breathing was ragged, and you wished you could control everything she was feeling right then. “Love, I thought I could fall in love with someone else. I fell in love with you.”

“THEN WHY THE HELL DID SHE COME BACK FOR CHRISTMAS?” Her scream made your blood run cold.

You flinched at the sound of the knife against the marble when she threw the object onto the counter. Love’s eyes were filled with tears, and you understood.

At least in that moment, you thought you understood her.

It didn’t matter; you handled it like professionals. There was nothing like a good talk and make-up sex to get you and Love back to loving each other like crazy, head-over-heels lovers. But that wasn’t the only time you saw that side of Love. All you wanted was to be able to say it was the only time, that it was something silly, stupid retroactive jealousy.

But you know very well that wasn’t how it was.

The sun was strong that day, almost as hot as the desert sun. Forty slammed your car door so hard it made you close your eyes and sigh. He’s chattering away about his new girlfriend, the one he’s been talking about all month. And now, when his and Love’s parents have organized a big, fancy family weekend, Forty thought it was the perfect opportunity to introduce his new girlfriend.

Your hands slid around Love’s waist when you saw her in the middle of the backyard garden at the Quinn mansion. Your lips pressed a lingering kiss to her cheek—settling for that when you saw the look on her mother’s face as she watched the two of you. Forty had slipped away from your side as you made your way through the house, and you’d never admit it out loud, but you were mentally grateful every time that happened.

“Mrs. Quinn.” You waved at the woman, who ignored the gesture and threw herself into your arms for a friendly hug.

“Yn, finally.” The older woman pulled back slightly, placing her hands on your cheeks and looking into your eyes. “Please, try to knock some sense into your fiancée and tell her not to ruin the day for her brother, okay.”

With a light pat on your cheek, the woman walked away—disappearing through the large door separating the backyard from the house— but not before giving you a goodbye kiss on the forehead.

Feeling Love’s presence by your side wasn’t a bad thing, but feeling Love’s presence right after her mother left the scene was completely different. You never quite understood it, but the woman had the worst tendency in the world to irritate her own daughter. Every time she was around, Love seemed tense. Her shoulders would turn to stone, her throat would tighten, and you could never get very close to her without being caught up in the mother-daughter storm.

You turned slowly, already watching Love pull away and walk slowly away from you, turning her back as if looking at you at a moment like this would make her break down. The dress she was wearing fluttered gently when the wind blew, as did her hair; she looked so beautiful for someone so disturbed. A weary sigh escaped your lips, and your feet mimicked her steps, slowly trying to approach your fiancée.

“Babe...” You tried.

“No.” Love didn’t even let you finish. She knew her mother’s behavior wasn’t directly your fault. But something inside Love made her want to cling to your neck for not defending her the way she wanted you to.

Even though you had literally arrived just two minutes ago.

“You know, she does that on purpose. And it’s so annoying!” Love’s feet were carrying her back and forth across the lawn, and you were starting to get dizzy from all that walking in circles she was doing. “It makes me want to strangle her!”

You opened your mouth to speak. But you closed it right away when Love turned toward you with a furious look.

“You know what she told me? She told me not to ruin this weekend for Forty, because introducing his girlfriend to us is really important to him.” She waited for you to say something. Anything. And then she laughed sarcastically when she saw it wasn’t going to happen. “I know introducing Forty’s fucking new girlfriend is important. But this was all supposed to be our first engagement dinner, for fuck’s sake!”

Her voice rose at the end of the sentence, and you tried to step closer with your hands raised, ready to hold her shoulders in an attempt to calm her down.

However, your attempt fell apart when she took a step back.

“No, Yn. I don’t want you to act like I need to calm down.” Her eyes were glistening with tears of hatred, unshed tears, because Love Quinn always kept everything bad related to her family under lock and key. “As if I didn’t have enough reasons to be pissed off at everyone.”

“I’m not saying that.”

“You thought so!”

“No, I didn’t.”

She stopped, tilting her head to look at you skeptically, taking a deep breath as she watched you approach.

“Look, you’re under pressure. I mean, we all are.” Your hands rested gently on her shoulders as you pulled her closer. “This is our wedding, Love—we’re losing our minds.”

The words echoed in Love’s head, and her gaze fell on you like a poorly concealed judgment. The anger, the frustration, the outrage—and everything Love was feeling wasn’t exactly shared by you. Although Love had no problem with you being her lifeline in moments of losing control, all she wanted right then was for you to react with her.

You could break something, you could yell at someone, you could blame the collapse of your world on someone and start a fight. Love wanted to feel your anger coursing through your veins so she could join you.

But you never let that happen.

On the opposite. You held her close to your chest, let her breathe in your scent deeply, and kissed her hair.

“I’m sorry...” She doesn’t know why the words came out of her mouth. She wasn’t really sorry for her anger at everything and everyone. But you had that effect on her.

“You don’t need to apologize. I’m here for you.” You stepped back, looking into her eyes as you spoke the words from the bottom of your heart. “I don’t mind if you take your anger out on me every once in a while. I’ll always be here to catch you, Love.”

Her eyes were brimming with tears; she knew she would never let you go. She would never let you slip away, because no one had ever been as loving to her as you were. Love knew you were soulmates. You didn’t need anyone else, and no one would ever come between the two of you.

“I love you.” The smile on her face was carefree, almost as if she had completely let her guard down.

You smiled back.

“I love you more.” Leaning in, your lips met Love’s as you shared a loving kiss. “Now how about we go in there and show them that we’re the best couple in the world?!” you joked.

Love laughed, becoming a little too serious for a second, just to say a short sentence.

“Better than all of them!”

“Definitely!” you laughed.

Wrapping your arm around her shoulders, the two of you walked into the house, moving together toward the dining room as you heard soft voices and laughter coming from the room. Living with the Quinns wasn’t an easy task, at least not for someone who wasn’t born rich and certainly didn’t share the same problems and questions as people with such an old fortune.

But you were about to get married; you were about to live a life alongside the Quinn family. God, you were about to become one of them. Maybe meeting Forty’s girlfriend wouldn’t be so bad after all. Someone outside the Quinns—a welcome change from that natural strangeness the family had—would be extremely welcome to you.

The laughter seemed clearer to your ears when you and Love arrived in the kitchen. Your hand slid gently from her shoulders to the small of Love’s back. The woman entered the kitchen with a smile on her face, very different from the expression she’d had seconds ago.

“Oh, look at the brides!” Mrs. Quinn announced your arrival, and then it was your turn to lose your smile.

That black hair, the tattoos, the heavy eyeliner, the perfectly shaped lips. Everything reminded you of a past you’d done everything to forget, a past you wanted to leave buried six feet under.

Forty shifted uneasily. He copied your movement from a few seconds ago as he approached the strange woman in the Quinns’ dining room. Love still had a smile on her face, ready to be the gracious hostess her mother had taught her to be—especially when it came to her brother.

She hadn’t noticed your smile fading yet, but hers faltered slightly when she realized that the persistent gaze of the woman standing next to Forty was directed at you.

“Love, Yn. This is my beloved, the most beautiful, sexy, and dangerous woman in the world.” Forty pulled her closer, as if he didn’t want there to be any distance between them. “Rachel Harkin!”

A sudden knock on the door made you and Drew jump in your seats. The recap of the entire story you and Love had been going over was interrupted by Forty’s voice, which sounded furious from behind the doorknob.

“Yn, what are you doing? You have to be at the altar in thirty minutes! I’m not fucking kidding!” The knocking continued; your body seemed to move on its own as you stood up and grabbed the top half of your wedding clothes.

“Wait!” Drew whispered aggressively, getting up from where he’d been listening intently to the story to follow you. “Look, I get it. Love is a little jealous, but nobody likes having their fiancée’s ex around the family, right?!”

You walked a little further, turning the doorknob and looking down both sides of the hallway, making sure Forty had really left.

“I mean, nobody would like that. I kind of get her.” The man continued, following you with quick steps down the long hallway. “And isn’t it kind of a good thing that Rachel’s gone for good? I mean, she was always paranoid anyway; maybe she left because she didn’t think Forty was her soulmate or something.”

Drew’s voice was laced with a tone of sarcasm and humor that made your throat tighten. Because you knew the truth. You knew everything Rachel Harkin wanted when she approached Forty; you knew she was right about some of the things she said to you that night. Your head felt like it was about to explode as Drew’s chuckle echoed off the walls of the long hallway; he kept saying something about how you might be getting just as paranoid as your ex-girlfriend.

His footsteps behind you sounded like a botched chase, and he barely managed to reach your side before you turned around, grabbed him, and slammed his back against the wall of that creepy hallway.

“SHE DIDN’T DISAPPEAR, MOTHERFUCKER! Your scream sent a chill down Drew’s spine, and for a second, all you could hear in that hallway was the sound of both of your breaths. “She never left…”

“YOU SAID SHE’D DISAPPEARED! YOU SAID SHE’D LEFT FOREVER! ” Love’s screams echoed through the room in the Quinn mansion.

Dinner hadn’t even been properly settled yet when Love hurried up the stairs. After Forty’s introduction of Rachel, Love remembered why that name sounded so familiar, or why her brother’s new girlfriend couldn’t take her eyes off you during the entire conversation.

“Love, what do you want me to say? I don’t know why she’s here! I mean, she’s Forty’s girlfriend. Maybe it’s just an unfortunate coincidence!” You tried, you really tried everything. But calming Love down when she was in that state seemed impossible.

Her nose was red, her teary eyes widening even more with every passive word that came out of your mouth, and all Love wanted at that moment was to crack open your head and reconfigure the entire way you reacted to every little thing.

“SHE DIDN’T COME HERE BECAUSE SHE’S FORTY’S GIRLFRIEND, YOU FUCKING IDIOT! SHE CAME FOR YOU!” Love’s voice rose even higher than before, and you flinched slightly.

The two of you stood perfectly aligned in the distance. The queen-size bed in the room separated the two of you. Love was on the left side, pacing back and forth as she tried to process the fact that your ex-girlfriend was now—in one of the many rooms of the Quinn mansion—on the other side of the hallway. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, and on Love’s side of the room, which meant it would be a difficult task to go over there and cross the invisible line between you two right now.

“Damn it, do you even care about how I feel about all this?” Love’s whispering voice seemed desperate for a reaction from you.

And for a second, you finally understood part of her frustration.

“You think I don’t care about how you feel?” Your head tilted to the left, and your eyebrows furrowed. The tone of your voice was slightly threatening, the kind of tone Love had never really heard before. “Do you think I’d be marrying you if I didn’t care, Love?”

Your feet were faster than your brain, circling the bed; your hands grabbed Love’s wrists, shaking her gently as if that would snap her out of the fucked-up mental state she was in right now.

“DO YOU THINK I’D MARRY SOMEONE I DON’T TRULY FUCKING LOVE?”

“Yn, you’re hurting me!” Her voice dropped from a firm tone to a timid little thing in seconds, and a sense of grandeur washed over you for a moment.

“Great, because now you know how I feel.”

Your eyes locked onto hers like a predator’s on its prey, and even though she was trying not to break character, Love was enjoying every second of your sudden boldness.

You kept staring at Love for five seconds before giving in completely and kissing those beautiful red lips that always seemed so tempting to you. You had never acted like this before; no one had ever made you lose even a shred of your patience, of your sanity. But Love knew how to do this. She knew it all too well.

Love’s fingers tangled in your hair, and the sound of your two labored breaths began to fill the room. The hand on your chest pushed you until the backs of your knees hit the mattress. The softness was replaced by the weight of Love on your thighs as she climbed on top of you. She attacked your lips again, almost like a well-rehearsed ritual; her hands grabbed your shirt as you raised your arms, helping her slide the fabric down your torso.

“Tell me you love me.” Her hands grabbed your cheeks, her nails digging into your skin as you furrowed your brow in confusion.

“What?”

“Say I’m the only one you want.” She commanded again. Her hands slid down to your belt, unbuckling it before her fingers began to undo the buttons on your pants. “Say you’ll never leave me.”

“Love.”

“SAY IT!”

The commanding, slightly raised tone of her voice made you feel strangely aroused. Your cock sprang to life inside your pants as Love’s hand brushed against the denim. Her hand was gentle around you, and the movements she began to make felt like a welcome to heaven.

“Say it, say you can’t live without me, my love.” She stared intently at you, watching you nod in agreement.

Your ragged breathing began to mingle with hers as the brown-haired woman pressed your foreheads together in the midst of the intimate moment. The speed of her hand was slow, almost like an eccentrically good torture. Your hands were tingling, and you grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling it up, hoping that would relieve whatever sense of euphoria you were feeling.

“You can come inside me, baby.” Her mouth slid down to your ear, whispering the words and referring to the lower half of her body that was exposed to you. “Just say what I want to hear.”

“Damn, Love, I could never live without you.” A sigh of pain and pleasure escaped your lips. You could feel the pain coming from the lack of relief, because the way Love was handjobing you was nothing. But the pleasure of her hand sliding over your cock was still there, screaming for more space. “I love you and I’ll love you until I die. Please!”

The words had barely left your mouth when your fiancée’s hands guided you inside her with the greatest ease in the world. You could feel how wet she was, and how her walls welcomed you as if they’d been waiting for you for centuries. Her weight on top of you was like the weight of a feather, but the movements of her hips were like the eighth wonder of the world.

“Damn, Love.” Your hands grabbed her hips, trying to guide her movements, but deep down, you both knew who was really in charge of the situation there. “I fucking love you.”

Her hands grabbed your face for the umpteenth time that day, and her lips kissed you passionately. Without you having the slightest idea, Love began to speed up the grinding, making your cock go deeper inside her. Your mouths parted when you moaned loudly, without a shred of shame. You knew your fiancée loved it when you showed her just how good she made you feel, and you would never deny that to her.

Her hands guided your head to the neckline of her dress, making you lick and bury your face in the warm skin that was exposed. You wanted more than anything to take that dress off her, taste the sweat on her skin, kiss every inch of her boobs like you always loved to do. But you knew that wasn’t exactly the right moment for that. And if you were seeing what Love was seeing, you certainly wouldn’t be doing half of what the two of you were doing at that moment.

Love’s eyes fixed on the door—or rather, on the figure standing in the doorway. Love’s smile widened when she saw the tears of contempt forming on Rachel’s face. The woman who had just witnessed the fight couldn’t bring herself to leave when she saw what was about to happen.

Love had seen the black hair peeking through the crack in the door when the argument got heated; she knew Rachel was there, and it was killing her inside.

Your moans snapped Love out of her daze quickly; the woman clung even tighter to your hair, jumping on top of you with more determination, feeling your hands grip her waist and your cock hit every sweet spot inside her. Her moans grew as loud as yours, and she smiled amid the pleasure when she saw Rachel hurry out of her line of view as she wiped a tear from her face.

“I’m going to… fuck, Love, I’m going to cum! Your arms circled your fiancée’s waist, embracing her completely as your hips met hers with every thrust.

“Me too. Come inside me, babe.” Her whisper in your ear was all it took for you to completely lose your mind.

Your hips stuttered as the knot in your stomach undid itself, thick strands of sperm spilled directly inside Love, bringing her orgasm crashing down on you like an avalanche. You were both convulsing as you remained connected like the soulmates you were both born to be.

The gasps faded as your hearts returned to their normal rhythm, and Love lay her head on your shoulder as she tried to figure out her next move.

“I’m here, Love.” Your hands traced up her back, caressing her as if she were made of porcelain. “I’ll never leave you.”

You greeted the guests—members of the Quinn family—who were spreading out throughout the Quinns’ large mansion. The outdoor area was decorated with flowers, chairs, and other wedding stuff, and most of the people who had arrived were comfortably enjoying the open bar that had been set up in the huge dining room.

Everyone seemed to want a little of your attention, and you tried your hardest to give everyone equal treatment. But Drew didn’t seem to understand what you were trying to do right now, since he’d been following you ever since you told him more of the story.

“Drew, I already told you to stop following me!” You dragged the man toward one of the first doors you saw, and the two of you ended up together in the pantry. “Damn it, I’m trying to pretend everything’s fine. Can you help me out for a second!”

“Hey, you started all this! I just want to know where this is going.” He said, watching you run your hands through your hair nervously. “Because I swear to God, Yn. If Love is part of a cult or something like that, and they used Rachel as a sacrifice, I’m out of this marriage.”

You paused for a moment. Biting your nails as you recalled the details of that night you didn’t want to remember. Drew’s eyes were slightly wide, and you saw yourself in him for a second. The look of uncertainty, the slightly quickened breath, all the adrenaline of a story heard for the first time. But you remember being worse off than Drew back then.

Because you weren’t just hearing a story from a friend.

You were there.

The lights were dimmed, because now, dinner was about to be served, and the Quinns were fancy and wealthy enough for a candlelit dinner. Love and you had walked down the stairs hand in hand like the perfect couple, only to see Forty and Rachel being absolutely adored by Love’s parents. You thought you’d get some peace once dinner was served. God, how wrong you were.

“Oh, Love, I have the perfect place for your wedding!” Mrs. Quinn began. And if you’d known where that conversation was headed, you certainly wouldn’t have let her continue.

“Mom, Yn and I are still deciding...” The silence at the table was thick, because no one would dare interrupt a silent battle between Love and her mother.

“Then stop deciding. You can get married here! It’s just perfect!” You nearly choked on your wine.

Forty jumped up from where he was sitting, grabbing Rachel’s hand as he celebrated your impending doom. Love’s grip on her glass grew even tighter, and you swore she’d have a shard of glass embedded in her palm if she kept squeezing it like that.

“Mom, I’m sorry, but I don’t think this is the best place for Yn and me to get married.” Love seemed firm, but you knew her well enough to recognize the tremor in the depths of her voice.

And so did her mother.

“Bullshit. Your father and I got married here; you can get married here. Just like Forty and Rachel, when they’re ready.” The woman concluded, grabbing her son’s hand across the table.

Mr. Quinn took a long sip of his wine, Rachel shifted uncomfortably in her chair, and you were calculating whether it was worth losing your sanity to avoid ruining family dinner.

“Can you just stay out of our lives for a second?” You took a deep breath, and Forty squeezed his mother’s hand twice.

“I’m sorry, I just thought you might want a dignified place for your wedding.” That wasn’t a real, sincere apology, and everyone knew it.

“Yeah, because only what you decide is dignified, isn’t it, Mom.” Love’s voice rose slightly, and you tried to grab her hand.

“Love, you’ve always been ungrateful, but I didn’t think you’d make a scene like this in front of your brother’s girlfriend.”

That was the only push it took for the house of cards to collapse. The nasal—and, without a doubt—sarcastic laugh Love let out after that made you realize that the whole dinner had gone down the drain.

“Do you think she cares?” The words rang like alarm bells in your head. “She’s not here for Forty...”

“Love...” You tried to stop her. To warn her that this would only make things worse. But you should have known better than to think Love would listen to anyone when she’s like this.

“Why are you saying that, Love?” Forty, sensitive and oblivious—as always—seemed completely baffled by the way his sister was about to explode over what was, in Quinn family terms, a perfectly normal mother-daughter conversation.

“Did your lovely girlfriend tell you that she used to date my fiancée?”

Your eyes closed, and you sighed in defeat. Mrs. Quinn squeezed her favorite son’s hand tighter, and Mr. Quinn had already opened the second bottle of wine. Rachel and Love’s eyes were locked in an endless battle, and it was almost as if Harkin were challenging Love to finish ruining the family dinner.

“What are you doing here, huh?” Love’s voice was calm, a smooth facade over the turmoil raging inside her. “Did you come here to try to ruin our wedding?”

“Love...” You tried to grab her hand again, only for her to pull it out of your reach as if your fingertips were smoldering embers.

“NO!” Her eyes raged with everything she hadn’t been able to say yet. And all of it directed at the woman you used to think was your soulmate. “She’s trying to ruin our marriage!”

Rachel didn’t seem surprised by anything, her face completely relaxed, almost as if Love’s threats or screams had no effect on her at all. You were starting to get really nervous. Things were starting to spiral out of control, and you didn’t think they could get any better from here on out.

“Why are you so afraid of me?” The one time Rachel spoke up, it felt like a deep punch to your stomach.

A tear of anger rolled down Love’s face, and you braced yourself to catch her in case she tried to jump on your ex-girlfriend.

“Afraid of you?” Love laughed. Or at least she tried to, since the sound was more like a disguised sob. “I feel sorry for you. Coming here after my fiancée as if you didn’t know we were together.”

“Oh, no. I knew you two were together. I definitely knew!” Crossing her arms, Rachel leaned back in her chair.

Her posture reminds you of the days when the two of you were still together. You remember how she always got extremely smug whenever she knew she was right, or when she knew you were hiding something.

“Rachel, what are you trying to do?” you asked, speaking up amid all the commotion for the first time.

“Aren’t you in love with me?” Forty’s question made the black-haired woman roll her eyes.

“What? Didn’t you know your fiancée had been stalking you this whole time?!” Rachel’s words echoed through the room, and for a second everyone fell silent. Rachel leaned over the table, acting as if she were about to tell you a secret. Maybe she was. “Your fiancée is a fucking psychopath, Yn.”

Love was trembling beside you, but not the kind of tremor someone feels when they’re scared—this was a tremor of hatred. The tremor of someone being exposed, as if everything she’d worked so hard to hide was worthless.

“I don’t know how, but this woman got the number to my apartment in LA, told me to stay away from you, and threatened me. She did everything she could to get you, and I don’t even know why!” Rachel’s voice grew louder and louder as the words came out of her mouth.

“YOU’RE LYING! YOU’RE A FUCKING LIAR!” Love’s scream sent a chill down your spine in less than a second. Your eyes closed slightly as the shrill scream lashed at your ears.

“But I did my homework. I know who you are, Love Quinn.” The sarcastic smile on Rachel’s face made Love practically want to stab her right then and there.

It didn’t make sense in your head. Why would Love be after you if you met in such an ordinary, such an unusual way? Rachel’s words jumbled in your head like pieces of a very difficult puzzle. None of it made sense.

“Rachel, are you high?” You could remember your ex-girlfriend’s habit. I mean, the two of you used to share a joint whenever you had a rough day. Staring out the window of her apartment in NY like two washed-up rock stars.

“For God’s sake, yn. I’m not high!” Her arms crossed again, as if she were on the defensive. You understood; she was extremely vulnerable. But she’d put herself in this situation.

“Do you remember ANAVRIN?” Her question sent you straight back to the depths of the relationship you and Rachel shared. “That fucking place you dragged me into when we first visited Los Angeles?” Rachel closed her eyes tightly, almost as if she felt repulsed just by remembering the place.

“Shut the fuck up.” Love tried, mimicking the movements of the woman sitting across from her and closing her eyes.

“What are you getting at, Rachel?” Your eyes were slightly teary.

The whole situation was just a huge mess; you hadn’t had dinner because the whole meal had been ruined before you could even take three bites of your food. Rachel smiled, leaning back in her chair again only to turn slightly toward Forty.

“Who owned that piece of shit hole you called a bookstore, darling?” Rachel’s voice was as soft as a summer breeze. And her hands rose to stroke Forty’s hair, who responded like a hypnotized puppy.

“The Quinns.” He paused for a moment, as if taking in everything that was happening right then. “Mine and Love’s.”

You shifted uncomfortably in your chair. Love’s hand tried to reach for yours, while you discreetly pulled yours away.

“Exactly. You know who was working making that fucking stupid cupcake you loved so much? Your fiancée!” Rachel’s voice grew harsher with every word that came out of her mouth, and you grew more and more fearful. “She saw you that day. She became obsessed with you, she stalked you like a fucking crazy bitch, because that’s what she is. And then, she threatened me to break up with you. Because Love Quinn is a fucking spoiled brat who can’t take no for an answer.”

Your ears seemed to have lost the ability to hear for a second, and you started to think you were going to pass out. Your hands were sweating, and a tear rolled down your cheek. Love was quick, bending down close to you, getting on her knees, and wiping your tears away quickly.

“Hey, honey. Look at me. That’s not true, remember, she’s here to tear us apart!” Love’s words seemed to numb you even more, along with her cold hands on your face.

“I have the messages, the letters she sent me. Every little threat, Yn.” The chair scraped across the wooden floor of the Quinns’ house.

Rachel had stood up; the purse she’d left near the coat closet was now in her hand, resting gently in her soft hands as her delicate fingers picked up the countless pieces of evidence.

“You thought I was paranoid, but I was being threatened and coerced. You judged me for thinking I wasn’t in my mental state. But I know very well every little hell I went through because of you, Yn!”

And there they were, scattered across the dining table: photos of you and Rachel together, threats written in letters cut out from magazines, and worst of all, a check signed by the Quinns, along with a cryptic note telling Rachel to get out of your life as soon as possible.

“Babe, don’t look at that. You can’t believe what she’s saying!” Your hands gripped Love’s wrists, forcing her to take her hands off your face.

Leaning forward, your hands reached for the check, the Quinn family name there—but specifically, Forty Quinn.

“Her plan would have worked.” Rachel looked into Love’s eyes, seeing the rage and tears burning her skin. “If… she hadn’t sent her stupid brother to do the most important job of all.”

The check felt heavy in your hands, because it wasn’t just proof of everything Rachel was saying, but also a testament to how little you knew the woman you were going to marry in less than three months.

“When I saw the name, Forty Quinn. I knew exactly where all of this had started.” Rachel’s hands reached for Forty’s hair again, but this time, the man turned his head away so she couldn’t touch him. “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s not your fault your sister is a fucking psychopath.”

“Enough!” Mrs. Quinn spoke up, seeing how affected Forty was; the woman finally stood up. “This ends here. I want you out of my house—you’ve caused enough trouble already!”

The words echoed in your ears; Love’s tears dripped onto your jeans as she tried to get you to talk to her. Your world seemed to be spinning and turning faster than ever. Love’s hands were once again pulled away from your face, and you stood up from the chair, making the woman kneeling in front of you try to follow you. The shouting between Rachel, Forty, and Mrs. Quinn began to get louder, and you practically dragged yourself to the stairs.

For the first time that night, Mr. Quinn did something, getting up to turn on the old jukebox he liked to keep as a proud relic. The vocals of Paul Anka’s “You Are My Destiny” began to sound like a disturbing scream in your ears, drowning out everyone’s voices as you climbed the stairs like a living dead man.

Seeing you climb the stairs like someone who’d just been hit by a car made something snap inside Love. As she looked back, the woman caught a glimpse of all the chaos Rachel Harkin had just left in the Quinn family’s wake. Forty was crying his eyes out in her mother’s lap, who now looked at Love as if all of this were just another one of her failures. Because in Mrs. Quinn’s eyes, that was all Love ever did. She spoke to her brother, to her parents, and to you.

Stroking Forty’s hair, the Quinn matriarch’s eyes rested on her only daughter, shaking her head before saying in a low voice, “You ruined everything. Again.”

The words lashed through Love’s mind, a bitter taste flooded her mouth, and her teeth ground together as her jaw clenched violently. She couldn’t fail, but she had. Her marriage, the most important thing to her, was now at risk. Once again she had disappointed her mother, who had asked her to do something as simple as not ruining dinner.

Love wasn’t going to pay for this alone. Someone else was to blame for this, too.

Rachel was closing the trunk of the car when she heard the garage door open. The sight of Love Quinn standing in the doorway made the black-haired woman smile sarcastically, shaking her head as she slammed the trunk shut with unnecessary force.

“Did you get what you wanted?” Love’s question made Rachel let out a nasal laugh.

The car keys jingled in the woman’s hand. Rachel knew she couldn’t trust Love; after all, this was the woman who had spent months threatening her. The tips of the keys fit perfectly between Rachel’s fingers, and all she wanted was to get out of that house as quickly as possible.

“I didn’t want to make a scene.” Rachel shrugged, watching Love take a step toward her, moving further into the garage so the two could talk face to face. “But you didn’t give me a choice.”

“You’re pathetic.” Love snapped. “Do you think Yn is going to leave?!” The sarcasm in Quinn’s voice made Rachel look at her with anger in her eyes. “Do you remember what you saw earlier today? She’d never live without me.”

Rachel looked at the floor, trying not to let the tears fall from her eyes. The possibility of you going through with the wedding made her stomach churn; the thought that everything she’d done had been in vain made her feel terribly sick.

“Well, I couldn’t live with the guilt of never having told her the truth.” Rachel’s calm expression made Love twist inside. “I don’t know if she’ll choose to stay, Love. But I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t tell the truth to the only person I’ve ever loved in this life.”

Love laughed harder, looking away from Rachel so the woman couldn’t see the fear hidden in her eyes. Love’s eyes quickly swept over something red, a long handle, slightly sharp. Probably perfect for cutting large animals and trees with very thick trunks.

“I don’t want to bother you anymore.” Rachel turned away. The terrible mistake of trusting someone you don’t know completely. “I hope she leaves you…”

Rachel’s voice was cut short by a bone-chilling scream, just like the searing pain the woman felt in her shoulder blade. Rachel’s scream wouldn’t be heard by the people upstairs, nor by the neighbors, since the Quinns’ house was at least eighty meters away from any other house.

Rachel was on the floor, alone and bleeding. She fell to the floor as if she had expected exactly what was about to happen next. The woman’s sobs were quiet, and all she could do was try to crawl toward the automatic garage door. Her ears could hear Love’s footsteps approaching her fallen form, and terror took hold of her body. The pain felt as intense as anything she had ever experienced, and Rachel closed her eyes as she saw Love Quinn’s shadow looming over her.

“You should never have gotten in my way, bitch.”

Forty had both hands full; he was chattering away as he herded you and Drew toward the altar. The ceremony was about to begin, and all you could hear was your bride’s brother complaining about how he’d had to go hunting for the bride and the best man so the wedding could start.

“Wait. What happened after you went up the stairs?” Drew’s question made you jab your elbow into his stomach.

The two of you were at the altar; Forty had left, warning that Love would be ready in five minutes and that you two should be in position. Junia was on Love’s side of the altar, completely oblivious to the horror her husband was experiencing as he listened to your magical wedding story.

“Drew, I don’t know if we should finish this conversation right now...”

“Yn, we have five minutes to figure out if you’re right about not marrying her or if you’re just overreacting.” He whispered aggressively in your ear, smiling and waving to the guests passing through the rows of chairs to take their seats. “What the hell happened when you went up the stairs?”

You took a deep breath; just like that night, you could feel your heart about to leap out of your mouth. The screams had died down, until they stopped completely. Love hadn’t followed you upstairs, and all you could think was that maybe she needed some fresh air after everything that had happened.

The truth was, you were completely torn. You loved Love, truly. But all of that—all those circumstances that had practically been thrown in your face tonight—were a push to the edge of a cliff, where you genuinely didn’t know if you’d take a step back and save yourself from that fall, or if you’d throw yourself headfirst without caring about anything that had happened.

Maybe you needed some time to think, some time away from all the confusion and drama of the Quinn family. Your sweaty hands almost dropped the small suitcase when you picked it up; tossing some clothes inside, you went to the bathroom, ready to grab your favorite hairbrush. But when you came back, you ran into Love, your fiancée who just a few minutes ago seemed completely distraught, now staring at the suitcase you’d packed as if it were a declaration of war.

“Love...”

“Where do you think you’re going?” Her voice was enough to send shivers down your spine, and for a moment you wondered if it was a good idea to argue with her there.

“I think we both need some time to think...”

“I don’t need any fucking time, Yn!” Love stepped closer to you, making you take a step back. “I need my fiancée. Here. With me.”

The way she spoke, the tears threatening to spill from her perfect face. Everything was a reason for you to stay, to forget everything Rachel had said to you, and simply cling to Love as if she were your destiny. You watched Love take another step toward you, clinging to you like a lifeline. Her arms wrapped around your waist as she buried her head in your chest; her nose had memorized your scent so many times that in that moment, she realized you smelled different.

“You smell like desperation. Please, Yn. You can’t leave me.” Your hands grabbed her shoulders, pushing her away as you tried to bring some sense to her mind.

“Love, please. I don’t think it’s healthy for us to be together right now.” The words were enough to make her break down. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to cling to every part of you she could.

Her eyes were glistening with tears, lifeless; her nose, red from crying so much, revealed that no matter how hard she was trying to convince you to stay, everything she was feeling was genuine.

“No, you can’t leave me. We’re soulmates, we’re meant for each other.” You tried to break free from her, which only made her cling to you even tighter. “You can’t do this to me, you can’t!”

“Love, you have to let me go...”

“YOU WON’T LEAVE ME!” The woman’s scream was accompanied by a shove.

Your back slammed hard against the wall; you choked, losing your breath while Love kept trying to make sure you’d never leave that room again. One hand was on your chest, while the other tried to reach the injured part of your back. Love was looking at you as if you had just told her you hated her, and honestly, all you wanted was to get out of that house.

A strange feeling of déjà vu washed over you, and before Love could come at you again, you tried to run. Your feet took off as the woman you called your fiancée came right after you. Love grabbed your shirt as she tried to stop you from turning the doorknob.

On instinct, you jerked your elbow backward, hitting Love in the mouth and sending her crashing to the floor. And then it was as if everything had come to a standstill.

“Fuck, Love.” You crouched down quickly, trying to see the damage you’d just done. “Fuck, holy shit. You’re bleeding! I’ll get a towel.”

“No!” You hadn’t even managed to get up before you were pulled back down to the floor next to Love.

Her mouth was red, and her teeth were stained with blood. You didn’t want to do this; Love knew you didn’t want to do this. But the universe had just given her an opportunity, and she wasn’t going to waste it.

“You can’t leave.” She began, her voice coming out choked and trembling through the blood on her teeth.

“Love...”

“I’m pregnant!”

You know how they say everything in life has a purpose? Love’s words made you feel like a person at the top of a roller coaster—those seconds of euphoria when you’re at the peak, only to plummet faster than you can see. Being a mother was like one of the greatest achievements you could have in your entire life. Bringing a new person into the world, teaching them how to navigate life, having someone—a little companion—who would love you unconditionally forever.

Love, the woman you’d just discovered was a stalker, held your dream in the palm of her hands. Or rather, inside her.

“Love...”

“I found out a few weeks ago.” She reached for your hand, taking it just to place it on her belly. “I love you, Yn. I did all this because I love you more than anyone could ever love you.” Her eyes shone with love and tenderness, a stark contrast to just minutes ago.

“Our baby will love you just as I love you, infinitely.” Her forehead rested against yours, and the sensation of your breaths mingling made you feel at home. “You just have to stay, my love. Where else would you want to go?” Her lips left a quick kiss on yours.

Love’s eyes scanned your face as she occasionally kissed your lips. Tears rolled down your cheeks as Love smiled tenderly at you.

“Promise me you’ll stay forever, babe.” She whispered in your ear.

You didn’t think twice. It was your child.

“I promise.” The words came out faintly from your mouth, but for Love, it was more than enough.

“We’re going to be the happiest family in the world, my love.” Love’s hands cupped your face, making you look at her. She looked at you with tenderness and passion, and for a second you forgot why everyone had been fighting earlier. “I need to tell you one more thing.”

A single tear fell from your eyes when the song chosen for the bride’s entrance began to play. Unlike tradition, Love didn’t want to walk down the aisle to that same old song—no. The orchestra playing “You Are My Destiny” entered your ears like the sound of a thousand chairs being dragged across the floor, like claws scratching a blackboard, like an axe tearing through your skin.

Love was there, smiling at you. A white dress made perfectly for her, as she walked slowly toward you. Everyone in that audience was oblivious to the conflict in your heart, and to the horror you harbored in your mind. You remember every detail, how she told you, how you helped her hide everything, how you went through hell, just to protect what was most sacred to that woman.

Your baby.

“You can’t marry a murderer, Yn!” Drew’s voice whispered in your ear, almost as if it were a living reminder that you couldn’t fall in love with Love again.

Even though you were practically trapped under her spell. All you had to do was resist.

"When your best friend ask you to go ice skating, all you expect is to fall flat on your butt. But it seems like she's the one falling hard"

warnings - none, cute as fuck | request

now playing - Lover Girl, by Laufey

"Oh, what a curse it is to be a lover girl"

“Come on, Yn, you have to let go of the wall.” Alysa’s voice echoed across the skating rink.

Your cold hands were still clinging to the wall separating the rink from the bleachers, and you swore to yourself that if you let go of that wall, you’d die. Skating wasn’t in your blood; it wasn’t even on your mind. God, it wasn’t even on your list of things to do this morning. But somehow, all your ability to say “no” disappears when your best friend asks you to do something.

Alysa Liu, the Winter Olympics figure skating champion, the girl everyone was obsessed with, was the same girl who had texted you that morning telling you to meet her at the place where she practices.

“I don’t think I can do this. Why are you making me do this?" You whined, almost losing your balance as the girl with colorful hair skated gracefully beside you and grabbed your arm.

“It’ll be fun, you just need to trust yourself.” Her hands were gentle on your arm, and every now and then you felt her grip on your bicep tighten.

“Why did I let you talk me into doing this?” you asked aloud, your skates gliding across the ice while Alysa laughed and tried to steady you so you could stay upright.

“Because you love me, and you can never say no to me!” Her head rested on your shoulder as the two of you skated in a slow rhythm.

You just rolled your eyes in response. It wasn’t as if that wasn’t true. Ever since you were a child, you’d never been able to say no to Liu. You had no idea what she did to you, but every time she asked for something and then gave you that cutest smile, everything inside you seemed to melt immediately.

“And you’re doing great.” One of her hands went to your back, while the other held one of your hands. Alysa started skating backward, facing you. “I think you’re ready to try something a little freer.”

Her smile was beautiful, but her words made you panic immediately.

“Wait! What do you mean by ‘a little freer’?” Her little laugh made you try to grab onto her, only to feel her gradually pull away. “No, wait. I’m not ready!”

“Hey, relax!” She was still laughing. And even though you were panicking, you could still notice her smile.

That was the most beautiful smile in the world.

“I can’t.” Somewhere between despair and admiration for her smile, you started laughing too.

That completely desperate laugh, but genuine enough to let out when someone like Alysa is so close to you. Everything about her makes your heart race—the way her hands are warm in yours, the way her hair falls past her shoulders, the way she smiles at you, even when you’re about to have a heart attack.

It all makes you want to figure out what this feeling is that burns in your chest every time you see your best friend.

“You have to try!”

“I don’t know if I want to!”

Her hands gripped yours tighter, her laughter grew louder as you slipped slightly. Your hands sought support from the woman in front of you, and your hands grabbed Alysa’s waist as if she were your lifeline.

Her waist fit perfectly in your hand, her smile reached her eyes, and you didn’t even realize you’d fallen onto the ice until you felt the impact of your back on the frozen rink and Alysa’s laughter growing even louder—if that was even possible.

“Oh my God!” She was gasping from laughing so hard.

Looking around, you tried to make sense of what had just happened. You were on the cold ground, sprawled out and completely defeated. Your best friend was laughing on top of you, as if the fact that you’d dragged her into this fall was absolutely nothing. Your hands were still on her waist, and you could feel her stomach shake every time she laughed a little harder.

“I told you I was a complete disaster.” Your voice came out shaky, a hint of laughter beginning to form in your throat as you tried to hold it in.

Alysa rested her hands on your chest, lifting herself slightly off you, just enough to look at your face and not keep her face buried in your neck.

“You just had to trust me a little more.” Her smile was gentle now, and her eyes didn’t stray from yours for even a single moment.

Everything seemed incredibly calm, as if only the two of you existed in the world. The sound of the air conditioner had been reduced to nothing more than a cold, bone-chilling breeze. The ice didn’t seem to bother your back, and you could barely remember how you got here. Why was Alysa’s warm body on top of you, and why was she staring at your mouth with those unbelievable eyes?

“All I do is trust you.” The words came out as a whisper from your lips.

Alysa’s hands slid upward, caressing your hair as she brushed it back with her fingers. You weren’t sure what was happening right now, or why your heart felt like it was pumping blood to three different bodies, but you were definitely enjoying it.

“I...” Alysa’s lips parted, a single word escaping before her eyes drifted from yours to your nose, down to your mouth, and back to your eyes again.

You were never sure of many things when you were with your best friend, but you knew for certain that she made your heart race like never before.

And maybe today she wanted to outdo herself.

“I'm in love with you.”

The words came out in a whisper softer than anything you’d ever heard in your life. Your ears burned and your eyebrows rose slightly. All you could hear were wedding bells and the sound of a future you never imagined you’d have.

You didn’t even have time to think through the words you wanted to say, at least not when you felt Alysa’s lips on yours. The taste of her lip balm made it feel like you were on cloud nine, and her lips were so soft that you swore you had died and were in heaven.

Alysa gasped when your hands gripped her waist—pulling her closer to you—and her hands tangled even more eagerly in your hair. Shortness of breath was your greatest enemy now, because it was what made the girl on top of you pull away—though not completely.

Your noses touched, and Alysa’s smile seemed the biggest you’d ever seen.

“Are you in love with me?” She smiled even wider, nodding without pulling away from you.

“I always have been. It’s always been you for me.” Her eyes wavered briefly, her mind processing that you hadn’t said a word since she’d confessed first. “I didn’t want to force anything, I’m sorry if I…”

The start of Alysa’s rambling was abruptly cut off by your lips, one of your hands rising to her neck while the other still rested on her waist. The girl with colored hair let out a sigh when she felt you kiss her, this time.

“I’m in love with you too, Aly.” You laughed, and she joined in. “Don’t overthink it.”

Her eyes didn’t stray from yours, but yours dropped the moment you caught a glimpse of her smile. That smile was the most beautiful thing in the world to you.

“We’re still on the floor.” She said.

You nodded.

“I know.”

“Does that mean we’re a couple now?” Alysa’s question made you smile, realizing you needed to reassure the girl on top of you.

Her expression grew visibly nervous when you took a moment to answer; she was definitely starting to wonder if she’d rushed whatever you were thinking you’d become.

“Only if you promise not to put those torture devices on my feet again.” Alysa laughed, relieved.

Standing up, she looked at your feet, seeing the ice skates you’d just referred to as instruments of torture. She’d always thought it was cute how much you exaggerated over simple things.

“But you look so cute when you fall flat on your butt.” She pouted, reaching out to help you up.

“Well, you’re not going to get a girlfriend if you keep trying to kill me!”

"You love hanging out with your friends, but what do you do when your girlfriend wants to spend the whole day in bed with you?"

warnings - actress!reader, based on an article I saw where Sadie said that her perfect day was staying at home... idk, I really wanted to write to her :)

now playing - Feels like, by Gracie Abrams

"I would do whatever you wanted, we don't have to leave the apartment"

The air was cold, snowflakes falling on the ground in New York only made everything seem even more like a romcom. The jacket on your shoulders kept you warm in just the right way, just watching the rest of the city freeze a little while you waited for your drink to be ready.

Time wasn't something you had lately, with the Stranger Things promotions going on and all the interviews you and your friends had to do, waking up without rushing on a Saturday morning and being able to walk freely to a coffee shop near your house was like a dream come true.

The waitress's voice cut through your thoughts, and murmuring a “Thank you,” you headed for the exit, feeling your phone vibrate in your pants pocket as soon as you pushed the door open.

“Hey, what's up?” Your friendly voice echoed on the other line, a smile on your face when you saw Finn's name on the caller ID.

“Hey, are we still going out today? Celebrate the day off!” The man's voice was a little sleepy, and you were sure that the first thing he did when he woke up was call you.

You took a sip of coffee before answering. “Uh, sure. I just have to talk to Sadie, but I'm sure she remembers.” A laugh was heard on the other line. Gaten.

“If she forgot to tell Sadie, she's dead!” The distant voice made you roll your eyes, stifling a laugh that threatened to escape your lips at your other friend's accusation.

“Relax, I talked to her.” You finally declared.

Finn laughed. “Whatever. See you later.” You said goodbye, your feet involuntarily taking you on the path to your apartment.

The cozy scent of vanilla and mint embraced you when you opened the door, taking off your shoes and jacket before leaving the bags with breakfast on the kitchen counter. As cozy as your space was, it was still small—just a refuge for when you decided to revisit New York—so when you didn't see your girlfriend, you assumed she was still asleep, tired from the hustle and bustle of an artist's life.

On tiptoe, the walk to the bedroom you shared was quick, and you almost sighed when you saw her red hair scattered across the white pillows. Smiling, you approached, crawling to the warm blankets before slipping inside.

Your hands embraced the waist of the woman in front of you—who unconsciously snuggled into your chest—kissing her forehead as you watched her slowly awaken from her sleepy state.

“Good morning, Sink.” The slight hoarseness in your voice made Sadie smile, knowing that your throat was always sore because of the winter air.

“Good morning, babe.” The smile on her face made you smile back, too enchanted by your girlfriend's beauty to feel silly around her.

“I bought breakfast.” Your words came out muffled by the redhead's skin in your arms, your lips too busy kissing every inch of her face.

Laughing, Sadie pushed you away slightly, just so her blue eyes could meet yours. “I know, you made the bed cold.”

“Well, someone had to start the day.” You leaned in, kissing her forehead before pulling away slightly, just to see her with her eyes closed, almost as if she were ready to watch you orbit around her. “We need to go out today...”

The redhead's eyes remained closed, a sound of disapproval coming from her throat as your girlfriend threw her head back onto the pillow. You knew Sadie loved to stay home; in fact, you had learned over the years that there was nothing better for her than the two of you locked up at home all day.

“Come on, babe. They're our friends, and it's almost Christmas.” You tried to convince your girlfriend.

Sadie opened her eyes suddenly, staring at the ceiling as thoughts formed in her newly awakened mind.

“I know, and I love them. But do we really have to?” Her question made you want to laugh, hiding your smile as you tried to scold the girl.

“Sadie...” You tried, but all your girlfriend did was sit up in bed, raising her hands to tuck strands of your hair behind your ears.

“Just think, the two of us, alone, a movie on TV that we're not going to watch.” Her words entered your ears like prayers, the tone of her voice making you melt in less than seconds, her hands—which were now on your neck—trying to break down your walls like a sophisticated bomb, and for a moment you didn't know what to do.

“I... I mean, we don't...” Sadie tilted her head to the right, her blue eyes fixed on you, shining with the sun coming through the windows.

Your words got stuck in your throat, Sadie's eyes hypnotizing you more with every second you spent looking at her, and when she approached you, you knew that this would be the end for you.

Her lips touched yours, your hands traced their own paths toward her waist, and you gave yourself completely to that moment. Her skin was warm, and even though her lips weren't as sweet as usual, they didn't feel bad at all.

They made you sink.

At least until the ring of your phone burst the bubble of love you two had built.

“Shit!” you exclaimed, pulling away from Sadie only to return a second later and steal another quick kiss from her lips.

Grabbing the phone from the nightstand, you answered it—but not before showing Sadie Caleb's name on the caller ID.

“Hey, man.” Sitting up in bed, you put the call on speakerphone, just a tactic to prevent your clever girlfriend from signaling you to cancel your plans with friends while you talked to the McLaughlin boy.

“Are you guys coming or what? Let's have brunch.” Caleb's words made Sadie snort before she threw herself on the bed.

“Yes, we're ready. I'm just waiting for Sadie to comb her hair.” You made up some excuse, putting the phone on the bed before starting to pull your girlfriend off the mattress.

"Oh, cool. We'll wait for you two to start eating, so hurry up." Sadie squirmed in your arms, making you tighten your grip around her, lifting her off the bed and placing her over your right shoulder.

“Yn!” A small yelp escaped the redhead, making you laugh as you set her down on the floor, safe and sound—but still sleepy.

“Are you guys okay?” Caleb asked from the other end of the line, listening to the commotion for a few seconds.

“YES! I mean, yes. I dropped the car keys.” You looked at your girlfriend, pointing to the bathroom in your bedroom.

Sadie rolled her eyes, and as she started walking toward the room, you pulled her back toward you. Your hands grabbed her waist, while her hands landed on your chest. The shorter woman frowned when she saw the smile you were wearing.

“We're going to hurry, Caleb. I'll see you in a few minutes.” You said, not even giving the man a chance to say goodbye properly before hanging up and throwing the phone onto the messy sheets.

“I thought you wanted me to hurry.” Sadie scoffed, arching an eyebrow as she looked at you amusedly.

“All right, Miss Smarty Pants, but you look too pretty in those pajamas for me not to notice.”

Your hands slipped inside her shirt—a shirt she had stolen from your side of the closet—and your lips found hers once again. The kiss lasted only a few seconds, and yet it was as if the whole world had stopped.

“Hurry up, or Finn will call me again, and I don't want to get yelled at Richie Tozier style.” Sadie laughed, leaving one last kiss on your lips before turning away.

“Maybe I want to see you get yelled at,” she said, walking into the bathroom.

“I thought you loved me.” Your voice made her laugh.

“I do love you!”

So, stranger things, huh... Sadie rocked it!

Sorry for being MIA. I've been more active on my other blog, but I promise I'll post some requests that have been gathering dust in my inbox here.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! I hope you're all doing well and have a great year ahead.

"You let your girlfriend take out her frustrations on you, even if she made something up. In the end, you knew she was faking it."

warnings - smut 18+, Men DNI | g!p reader, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), p in v | request

now playing - Acquainted, by The Weeknd

"Baby you're no good Think I fell for you, I fell for you, I fell for you"

“For God's sake, are you even listening to yourself?” Your voice rang out firmly through the house.

Your girlfriend hurried upstairs—to your bedroom—while kicking off her heels. One of the Louboutins was thrown on the living room floor, while the other was thrown perfectly in your direction.

“YOU'RE AN IDIOT!” The heel would have hit your chest—if you hadn't ducked behind the couch in time.

“Sabrina, I didn't even want to go to this stupid dinner, and now you're literally accusing me of flirting with a waitress I didn't even look at for more than two seconds!”

The fight started out silly, and you were sure your girlfriend had just found something to take out all her frustrations from the week on—and what's more perfect than you? Sabrina's fury was worse at home than when you two were in the car, and you were praying for this whole argument to end soon.

“Sure, I'm completely crazy and can't tell the difference between normal interaction and FUCKING FLIRTING!” the blonde yelled from the top of the stairs as you climbed up behind her.

Snorting, you entered the bedroom, only to see your girlfriend running to the bathroom—avoiding you like you were the curse. Your fingers worked quickly to unbutton your shirt, and sitting on the bed, you began to think about how this mess would end quickly, which always led to the same solution—apologize, even if it's not your fault.

You sighed.

“Babe, look... I'm sorry, I really don't want to fight with you, I just...” The words vanished into thin air, your mouth going dry when the blonde woman came out of the bathroom.

Standing in front of you was Sabrina, without the dress she wore at dinner, barefoot, now wearing white lingerie—which hugged her curves perfectly—and a see-through babydoll. Your jaw dropped, and Sabrina's eyebrows arched in sarcasm.

“What were you saying, babe?” Her voice was dangerous, but not that kind of strong, hoarse danger, more like a sweet, light, innocent, angelic danger.

You got up from the bed, a smile on your lips as you slid the unbuttoned shirt off your shoulders—leaving you in just your pants. Sabrina looked you up and down, that touch of sarcasm still present in her gaze. You didn't notice.

“I was saying something, but with you like this, I can't remember what.” Your hands tried to grab her waist, but the shorter woman took a step back—as if you had just disrespected her.

“Well, I can remember. You were apologizing and admitting you were an idiot.” The blonde walked around you, preparing to lie down on the bed while leaving you standing there looking foolish. “Now, we're going to sleep. And don't worry, honey, I forgive you.”

Sabrina smiled, snuggling into the sheets while you were still coming to terms with the fact that she was doing all this just to provoke you. The cold shower you took helped you realize that nothing was going to happen that night, and that all your girlfriend was doing was revenge, a terribly horrible kind of vengeful torture.

Being a total hottie!

When you returned to the bedroom, with the lights off and wearing the pajamas you always wore—just underwear—you allowed yourself to relax, lying down facing Sabrina, wondering whether or not you should hug the woman in front of you. Your thoughts couldn't flow for long, because even before your brain sent a message to your body to act, Sabrina had already approached you, pressing her back against your naked boobs, and cruelly fitting her ass into your crotch.

You gasped, your right hand quickly positioning itself on your girlfriend's waist as she writhed on the bed, letting her butt press against your dick.

“Sab...” You tried.

“Shhh. I'm trying to sleep, babe.” She wasn't, you knew she wasn't. You knew Sabrina well enough to know she had a little smile on her face right now.

“Well, me too. But I won't be able to if you keep doing that.” You tried again.

“I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not doing anything!” She snuggled even closer to you, the pressure increasing as your cock began to come to life inside your boxers.

“Damn it, babe. I already apologized. You don't have to make me so horny I could die.” She could call you weak, but you would definitely cry with lust if she continued with that little act.

Sabrina laughed softly, that kind of mischievous laugh you didn't know very well, but feared you loved. Because every time she laughed like that, someone always ended up weak in the knees.

“Why are you so horny, babe? I'm just trying to sleep.” You swore you could scream when your girlfriend discreetly grinded on you, leaving your cock perfectly wedged between her ass cheeks.

Pre-cum was definitely starting to leak from your tip, and the feel of the fabric of your few clothes was driving you crazy. Your hand wandered from Sabrina's waist to her hips, stopping briefly only to reach down and grab your girlfriend's ass.

"You know what you're doing. Teasing me with that clothes, rubbing yourself against me like a slut. Trying to torture me just because you're spoiled.“ Your fingers squeezed your girlfriend's ass through the fabric of her babydoll, and if it was possible, you moved even closer to your girlfriend, whispering in her ear, while Sabrina tried not to visibly shiver as you found all her pleasure points. ”Let me fuck you, babe. Please."

You couldn't see her face fully, but you were sure Sabrina was pouting now.

“Hmm, I don't know...” You grumbled in disapproval, your hands gently lifting the babydoll as your fingers began to masturbate her over her panties. A sly moan escaped her mouth. “All right, if you're so desperate for me. Come on, fuck me good, babe.”

Sabrina smiled at your desperation. Your hands quickly fumbling as you pulled your hands from between her legs to take your cock out of your boxers. Sabrina pushed herself harder against you, as you used one hand to pump your cock, the other pulled your girlfriend's panties aside.

“Damn, babe. I love you so much!” Spitting on your hand, you lubricated your cock, kissing the blonde's shoulder as you aligned yourself with her. “I'll never fight with you again, you're my queen, you can boss me around as much as you want.”

You both moaned as your bodies connected, your head falling onto Sabrina's shoulder as she reached back, trying to grab any part of you—only to end up scratching your waist when she remembered you weren't wearing a shirt.

“Babe, you're so big!” Your girlfriend let out in a whisper. Her mouth open as soft moans escaped, the blonde going into ecstasy with every inch of you that penetrated her.

“You're so hot, Brina. So fucking tight.” Your hand moved up, lifting her leg to allow you more movement.

Sabrina's hand reached up to your hair as you began to thrust inside her. Even with gentle, slow movements, you still managed to leave her in a haze of instant pleasure, the head of your cock hitting her in places that made her see stars.

Sabrina's nails scratched your scalp as she moaned softly, whispering your name. Each of your thrusts made the sound of slaps on skin echo through the room, and as you picked up speed, the blonde's moans grew louder and louder.

Suddenly, the need for closeness consumed you. The hand that had previously been helping you support yourself—comfortably resting on the headboard—slid under Sabrina's head, your arm pulling her closer before gently locking her in an armbar.

The new position made Sabrina shudder, and you gained more speed. Your glans hit just the right spot, one of the spots that made Sabrina roll her eyes and scream in your arms. The hand that was in your hair was quickly redirected to the arm around her neck, and she took the opportunity to scratch the spot as if it were personal.

“Oh... Fuck, right there!” Her eyes closed tightly as she felt you go deep inside her, hitting her G-spot repeatedly. “I'm going to cum, babe. Please don't stop!”

Her words fueled you even more, your thrusts becoming relentless as her eyes rolled back in pleasure again. Sabrina wasn't the only one who was close, because you were also starting to feel that familiar knot in your stomach.

“ Cum with me, babe. Let's go together!” Sabrina felt your lips kissing her shoulder, her head struggling to register the love and tenderness with the lust and brutality you were giving her at the same time.

And as you continued to thrust into her hard, Sabrina bit your arm, your bodies shaking in almost equal rhythms as your orgasms hit at the same time. Her walls tightened incredibly, making it almost impossible to move inside her, so with one final thrust you spilled your seed into her, right after feeling the blonde wet your cock with her juices.

“Are you okay?” The question came out of your mouth with the ease of someone who had done this many times before.

“Amazing,” Sabrina murmured, a happy laugh in her voice as she began to close her eyes.

“Hey, you can't sleep yet. Let's clean up, huh.” You sat up, carefully pulling your cock out of her, hearing a moan of disapproval from the woman in your arms.

“You clean me up, I'll stay here and watch you do it!” she said, that tone of genuine playfulness in her voice—the one you knew so well.

“All right. How about I run you a hot bath and change these sheets, huh?!” You negotiated.

“Deal.” She pushed you, silently commanding you. And you loved it. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

I was on my way home thinking about how I was going to write this request, so I opened Instagram and BAM, I saw this photo of Sabrina, and then, a few minutes later, “I'm Fakin” started playing and I was slapped with a divine idea! So here it is.

Talking about this song, I loved it when I was younger, it was one of my favorites from the album (maybe bc Sabrina seems like a bossy brat and I have a soft spot for women like that. HEY, WHO WROTE THAT?), followed by Tell 'Em, I Can't Stop Me, and Exhale. I also really liked Pushing 20! Well, I like anything this girl releases, so I guess I'm not a good judge lol

Anyway, stay safe and drink water,

"Some (super) cuts from the super cute relationship between you and Hannah, because everyone is totally obsessed with you two's love"

now playing - Teenager in Love, by Madison Beer

"You make me feel like a teenager in love. And you make me feel like I'll be forever young"

“So, you guys worked really hard to get in shape for your characters in the movie!” the interviewer began, looking at you, Nicholas, and Camila excitedly. “What was the process like? I mean, I imagine it must have been challenging!”

The atmosphere was good. Nicholas answered first, proud of the routine he’d struggled to stick to and the dedication he’d shown to become the best He-Man possible.

“Actually, even though it was challenging, it was particularly fun for me.” The blond man’s gaze turned to you, giving you a knowing look as he spoke. “Yn and I worked out together a lot, and I think that made everything feel lighter.”

You nodded, agreeing with his words.

“We were really focused. Camila came to visit us once, and that was a lot of fun too.” You added, pointing to the woman on Nicholas’s right.

“Oh my god. I did!” She began, throwing her head back and making you and Nicholas laugh. “I swear, it looked like they were both training for Mr. Olympia! I felt personally attacked when they told me to add more weight to my exercises.”

Laughter echoed through the room, and the interviewer continued trying to get more out of you.

“Was it a big change for both of you, or were you already aware of how everything was going to play out?”

“Honestly...” You paused dramatically, glancing at your co-stars beside you for a second. “I had no idea what was going to happen to me. I mean, I’ve played characters that required a certain amount of muscle, but nothing compared to how much I had to gain to play Catra.”

“Same here.” Nicholas agreed, nodding as he let you continue.

“Actually, Hannah freaked out when I told her how much muscle mass I’d have to gain!” You laughed softly. “But she supported me a lot, just like she always does.” Nicholas and Camila looked at each other and playfully rolled their eyes.

“Oh no. Here we go again.” The brown-haired woman said playfully, playfully nudging the man next to her.

You rolled your eyes this time, while the interviewer started laughing as your co-stars mentioned how silly you looked every time you talked about your wife.

“Okay, everyone, you can sit down!” Nicholas raised his hands, signaling to the cameras behind the set. “We’re going to be here longer than we thought!”

“Oh my God, you guys are so funny.” You rolled your eyes, joining in on the joke as Camila leaned against Nicholas’s shoulder, pretending to be asleep.

“You know we love you,” the man said, reaching out to wrap his arm around your shoulders from the side.

The interviewer, who was still laughing, was now admiring your interaction, and how lighthearted and fun everything was between the three of you.

“Sorry about that!” Camila began. “It’s just that we really love to tease our hopeless romantic.”

“You can’t come to an interview with Yn Dodd and not expect her to ramble on about her wife.” Nicholas used the arm that was wrapped around you to gently shake your shoulders.

“Sorry, not sorry. I love my wife,” you said, raising your hands in surrender, yet not the least bit regretful.

“That’s so cute!” the interviewer said, before everyone burst out laughing again and answered more questions.

The poor recording quality didn't stop the video from being posted. With the zoom set to maximum, the video quality gradually got worse until it became slightly grainy. But that didn't stop you from figuring out who the two people being recorded in that video were.

The restaurant was quiet; in fact, it was almost the perfect setting for a romantic couple’s lunch. And that’s exactly what you and Hannah were doing in the video.

The wine glasses were half-full, the food was almost gone, and the two of you seemed to be having a light yet deep conversation during the meal. Your hand reached for Hannah’s hand across the table, while you caressed the back of your wife’s hand.

After a while, the video shows the two of you getting up from the table. You walk over to the counter, still holding Hannah’s hand, and then the two of you leave the small restaurant together.

The walk to the car was what went most viral on social media. Hannah was walking a little ahead, and the camera captured the perfect moment when your arms wrapped around her waist. Your lips quickly brushed her cheek, and the smile Hannah gave made the person filming realize that this video was worth its weight in gold.

When the two of you finally reached the car, you loosened your grip on her, just so you could open the door for your wife. With a huge smile on her face, the blonde cupped your face, kissing your lips before getting into the car and leaving you standing there looking like a lovesick fool in the middle of the street.

The next clip was definitely shot with a professional camera. The lens captured all the fans and paparazzi standing outside the event, waiting for any celebrity to come out through the glass doors just to get some footage—in the case of the paparazzi—or an autograph.

The screams outside the building grew louder just as the camera zoomed in. Through the glass doors, the exceptionally well-dressed figures—you and your wife—appeared to be having a brief conversation.

People couldn’t hear them, but they could definitely see the reason for the brief pause in the hallway before leaving the event.

Hannah seemed to be complaining about something; the pout on her face and her slightly furrowed brows made her look impossibly more adorable to you. Some fans fell silent, trying to figure out what was going on, all while camera flashes went off rapidly.

The video continues, showing your wife visibly frustrated as she kept chattering and stomping her foot on the ground. Whatever the people outside were speculating, your next move put an end to their doubts in less than a second.

Kneeling in front of your wife, you motioned to her, and in less than a second, her right foot was now resting on your thigh—her right hand landed on your back as she balanced herself against you. Your hands worked quickly—and gently—removing the heel from her foot, doing the same with the other foot right after.

The look of relief on Hannah’s face was clear, and as she watched you stand up and straighten your posture—her heels in your hands—her arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you in for a quick kiss. The smile on her face said everything you needed to know, and you were happy to have helped her get rid of whatever was causing your wife discomfort.

At your request, the security guards began clearing a path to your car. Two of them stood guard in front of the glass doors, which were now open, to prevent anyone from entering. Meanwhile, the other three guards cleared the way to the car.

The crowd went wild as you approached Hannah, whispering something in her ear before picking her up bridal-style. The blonde laughed, burying her face in your neck as she heard the small crowd outside scream with delight at the romantic gesture.

As you passed the paparazzi and fans, you waved a few times, answering some quick questions while walking briskly toward the car. As you got even closer to the camera that was recording the whole interaction, the guy behind the lens finally spoke up.

“Never letting your girl touch the dirty ground, huh?!” The paparazzi wasn’t rude, and the tone was purely playful, which made you laugh.

Before getting into the car, you turned partially toward the man, seeing the camera pointed in your direction.

“Never!”

The premiere of “Bridgerton” had begun. Red carpets, interviews, and a new season centered on the character your wife brought to life. You were more than proud—you were jumping for joy for her. You arrived together on the red carpet, with Hannah insisting that you stay by her side the whole time.

You smiled and waved, always staying a little further back so your wife could shine. At one point, the paparazzi wanted solo shots of Hannah, which was totally understandable. After giving your wife one last kiss on the lips, you stepped out of the spotlight. The thousands of flashes started going off again, and you couldn’t help but notice how lucky you’d been all these years.

As always, there was a camera pointed at the two of you. The high quality gave away a professional camera. It was no surprise how much people loved you and Hannah together, so it wasn’t strange—at least not like it was in the beginning—when people tried to capture cute moments of you.

You didn’t even notice the camera; it was just one in a million. Your eyes were on your wife. Every detail of her. Her hair flowing freely, her eyes shining—not just from the flashes, but from the fulfillment coursing through her veins—her glowing skin, and how she looked perfect in every way.

You didn’t even think twice. In one swift motion, you pulled your phone from your pocket, found the camera, and pointed it at her. It didn’t matter if everyone there could take better photos than yours with their professional cameras. It didn’t matter if you weren’t the only one taking photos of her there.

All that mattered to you was that the most beautiful woman in the world was there. She truly was one in a million, that one person everyone will notice in the crowd.

“People are saying you're obsessed with me.” The British accent made your ears perk up.

Stepping out of the bathroom, Hannah walked slowly toward the bed, climbing onto the soft mattress and beginning to crawl toward you. The smile on your face showed her that you weren’t the least bit embarrassed by whatever people might be saying.

“I love you.” Your right hand reached for a strand of your wife’s hair, tucking the blonde locks behind her ear. “There’s a difference.”

“Hm…” Hannah tilted her head, her lips forming a playful pout. “Can you explain the difference to me, Mrs. Dodd?”

Smiling, she let her body relax, lying on top of you and resting her chin on your chest, never taking her eyes off yours. The smile on her face was worth more than anything to you, and all you wanted was to grab her and kiss her right now.

“Well... Love is a healthy feeling of care and mutual respect; obsession is just a toxic fixation that seeks control and possession over the other person.” Your hands slid down to her waist, caressing the skin of her back beneath the loose shirt she was wearing—she had stolen it from your side of the closet. “Everything I do for you is because I love you more than anything in the world, Hannah.”

Smiling, you leaned in, lifting her chin from your chest to press your lips against hers. The kiss was gentle, full of passion. Her lips tasted of the same strawberry and mint you’d come to love over all the years together, and the tenderness of the moment made your heart race like a teenager in love. That’s how you felt with her.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” Her voice always sent shivers down your spine. She always had that effect on you.

“I hope time passes agonizingly slowly!”

Ngl, i only wrote this because I’ve been head over heels in love with Hannah Dodd, and there just aren’t enough fanfics about her or Francesca out there :(

The funny thing is, I’m not even a Bridgerton fan, but my TikTok has been bombarding me with Hannah edits, and she’s just so cute!

Anyway, don’t think I’ve forgotten about Nikki. I have some ideas for her too. I’ll be back soon!

Stay safe and drink plenty of water,

"After the storm, flowers bloom. But it seems that you and your fiancée are going through a hurricane to truly reach tranquility. At least she knows that you will always protect her, and she will reward you handsomely for making tears run down her thighs."

warnings - smut w plot, 18+ (oral, p in v, g!p reader unprotected sex - don't be silly wrap that willy), cracked humor (I tried to be funny :/) strongly inspired by "Scary Movie" and any other movie like that

now playing - Tears, by Sabrina Carpenter

"I get wet at the thought of you, being a responsible guy. Treating me like you're supposed to do, tears run down my thighs"

Part 1 | Part 2

The road was empty, the wind blew freely through the windows of your car and messed up Sabrina's curls. The passenger seat looked much nicer with her sitting there. She had a cigarette in her left hand while leaving her right hand out the window, you shared nicotine as if it were a deep bond of love and fidelity. The blonde's laughter filled the car as you and she drove to the final destination of your little backpacking trip.

After Sabrina and Barry's wedding was buried six feet under, you and your ex-best friend were now traveling the world as you had always quietly dreamed of doing. Your fiancée was excited about everything. Leaving everything behind and finally being free enough to pursue the perfect life with you seemed like her dream come true, and she was finally achieving it.

“Could you speed up, I'm dying to roll around in bed with you!” The blonde's voice next to you cut through your thoughts, bringing an excited smile to your lips.

“Do you want to make up for lost time during the trip?” You teased her, looking out of the corner of your eye just in time to notice the mischievous smile on your fiancée's face.

“I want to tire you out...” Kneeling on the passenger seat, Sabrina leaned toward you.

Her hands ran through your hair as her lips moved toward your ear. Leaving a bite mark on your earlobe, Sabrina turned in one swift motion, sitting on your lap with her head turned toward your window. You had to take your hands off the wheel for a split second so the blonde could get comfortable in her new seat—but your hands returned to controlling the car as quickly as possible.

“You're a really horny girl, Miss Carpenter...” Your right hand rested on one of Sabrina's thighs, while the other remained casually on the steering wheel.

“Actually, I have a completely normal amount of horniness in my body!” Her eyebrows furrowed as she began to explain herself. “But I can't help getting wet every time you take control of everything. It's so sexy!”

She kissed your cheek.

“You planned all these trips and drove countless hours just to make me happy, and you want me to just feel nothing about it?” Her hands grabbed your face, making you look at her. “That's not how it works, babe.”

Laughing, you lowered your head for a moment, only to turn your eyes back to the road, your eyes spotting the small inn you had rented for the night.

Following your gaze, Sabrina frowned for the second time in a few minutes; the inn looked completely different from what you had seen in the ad. It was poorly lit, the parking lot wasn't like the photos either, the unfinished paint job and peeling lines made it almost impossible to see where the parking spaces actually were. The wood on the front was slightly rotten and the stairs didn't look very reliable to climb, yet here you both were, contemplating the surroundings where you would be spending the next few hours.

“I'm sure the photos of the inn didn't show this side of it.” You were the first to speak, adjusting the bags—which you and Sabrina had hastily packed—in your hands.

“I'm sure those photos were taken in the last century!” Your fiancée added. “This looks like it's been abandoned since the Wild West!”

Sabrina's heels dug lightly into the sand at the entrance with each step she took, and the rolling bags in your hands weren't helping you walk on the worn floor either.

Without waiting for you, Sabrina knocked on the front door, a door simple enough to be from any abandoned house. She couldn't deny that she was a little apprehensive about what she would find inside. After all, you had spent three whole months traveling and had never seen a place as scary as this.

When the door creaked, Sabrina jumped toward you, grabbing your biceps and hiding behind you like a scared cat. Your eyes widened, and you were ready to run as soon as anything strange happened again.

Fortunately, no monsters jumped at you, but an old man—very much like a zombie—was now staring at you. His back was hunched, his hump almost visible under his white shirt, his mustache seemed to hide a thousand secrets, and he looked at you with his dark eyes for just a few seconds.

“You must be Savana and Yn...” The old man made room for you to enter. “Come in, let's get settled. You can leave your bags right there, Frankie will get them for you.”

Exchanging glances, you and Sabrina entered the room, the blonde still clinging to you, while your hands suspiciously dropped the bags at the entrance.

The wooden floor creaked with every step you and the blonde took. The small reception area ahead was dimly lit and looked like a good place for a spider's nest. Looking at the paintings with faces—which seemed to follow you wherever you went—Sabrina finally let go of your arm, turning and squinting at the painting, as if the object were about to move at any moment.

Approaching the counter, you let the man give you the scariest welcome you've ever received.

“You're staying in room 69, it's a very nice room!” The old man laughed softly, his hoarse, high-pitched voice making the atmosphere even more terrifying than it already was.

Or maybe you were just being dramatic.

Your perception changes dramatically when you hear a blood-curdling scream.

Sabrina's scream.

Looking back quickly, you see the woman running toward you, jumping into your arms like Scooby would with the Shaggy. The room seemed quiet, and then you saw it, the painting Sabrina had been looking at so curiously earlier, moving terrifyingly. The figure's eyes were alive like yours, moving from side to side, wide as if they were about to jump out of the painting at any moment.

“THE PAINTING!” Sabrina screamed once more, burying her face in your neck as if that would keep her safe for the rest of her life. “THE PAINTING MOVED, BABE! I SWEAR, IF I'M LYING, I WANT MY EX-FIANCÉ DEAD IN A GRAVE!!!”

Sabrina's words sounded funny when they reached your ears, but the realization that the painting had apparently moved helped you stay alert again.

“Oh, Frankie, stop playing with our guests and go get the ladies' bags!”

The old man's words echoed off the old walls of the inn, whipping into the ears of the man hiding behind the painting.

Snorting, Frankie came out from behind the painting. The man was tall, with hair cut with a fringe very similar to that of Frankenstein in the movies and cartoons on television.

Living up to his name.

His eyes were low and he had a small smile on his face—probably proud of the scare he had given your fiancée. With a slightly drawn-out chuckle, Frankie pointed to the blonde who was still in your arms.

“I got you, Dolly Parton.” The man's laughter quickly ceased when Sabrina jumped from your arms to the floor.

“Are you insane?” The woman's voice was high-pitched and shrill, and the profanities she uttered were accompanied by slaps to the giant worker's arm. “How dare you! I can sue you for this, you know!”

Turning to the old man behind the counter, Sabrina looked at you with wide eyes. Stammering disconnected words, you gave the old man an awkward smile, grabbed your keys, and said goodbye as quickly as possible.

“She doesn't mean it, we're just tired from the trip. We're going upstairs now, thanks for the welcome.” Grabbing the woman's waist, you guided a grumpy blonde through the corridors of the inn.

Sabrina's arms were crossed, and you tried your best to calm her down as you both climbed the stairs to the second floor.

“That was ridiculous. He almost scared me to death, babe!” She kicked her feet.

“I know, sweetheart, but this place is already weird enough. We have to keep quiet until tomorrow morning, and then we can finally leave and complain all we want.”

At the top of the stairs, you both stopped walking, seeing only a narrow hallway with three doors. Looking at the key in your hand, you raised an eyebrow, wondering how you would get to room 69 if there were only three doors.

“I hope the rooms are hidden somewhere too.” Sabrina, who was peeking at the key numbers over your shoulder, muttered sarcastically.

Walking together, you and your fiancée passed through the first door. No number. Just a small sign that read “Please do not enter!” Moving forward, Sabrina grabbed your bicep for the thirtieth time since you entered the place, silently pointing to the room number.

666.

Letting out a low sigh, you reached out, pulling Sabrina closer to you by the waist. The movement took the woman by surprise, still not fully accustomed to the protective instinct you have towards her. Maybe she would remember that when you were comfortably lying in your room.

If you can find it.

A few steps further on, it was finally there.

Room 69.

“Isn't it ironic that we stayed in the room whose number is our favorite position?” Sabrina winked innocently at you.

Rolling your eyes, you laughed at the woman's words before finally raising the key and opening the room. Entering for the first time, everything seemed in order, surprisingly different from the rest of the inn.

The sheets looked clean and the room didn't smell like mold, but rather a mixture of vanilla soap and a hint of cinnamon. The furniture was neatly arranged and the vintage television gave it a slightly cozy feel.

Walking to the bathroom, Sabrina sighed, turning dramatically and striking a seductive pose in the doorway. Her hands reached for her waist and she raised her eyebrows twice at you—which she always did when she was about to make an inappropriate joke.

“So, shall we start the fun in the bath, or do you want to christen the bed first?” The smile on her face made you laugh as you shook your head.

Approaching her, you grabbed her by the waist, pulling the blonde toward you and planting a tender kiss on her lips.

“I have to wait for the giant in the picture to bring the bags. But how about you start and I'll join you a little later?” Your words made your fiancée roll her eyes, but Sabrina knew you were right.

Then turning around, the blonde entered the bathroom, swaying her hips and leaving you wanting more.

Snapping out of the trance the blonde's ass had put you in, you walked toward the door when you heard a knock. Upon opening it, Frankie's tall figure appeared, and you made room for the man—who looked more like the living dead—to enter your room.

“Thanks, man,” you said sheepishly. Taking your wallet out of your pocket, you pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and handed it to the man as he set the bags on the floor.

“Twenty dollars! I've never gotten that much around here.” His words made you chuckle softly, nodding as you stood near the door, walking him to the exit. "You seem like a nice person. Want some advice?"

Frowning, you shook your head.

“Sure. Advice never hurts...” Suspicion ran through your skin.

“Don't turn on the TV after eleven at night.” It was the only thing the man said before leaving, walking down the hallway as if he had never seen you before in his life.

You looked at the clock.

11 p.m.

Snorting, you closed the door, locking it before heading to your suitcase, looking for comfortable clothes to wear after your shower.

Your spine froze when you heard the noise, static. The room was quiet enough to hear the noise clearly. A little apprehensive, you looked back and saw the television screen tuned to a channel with no signal. The sound of static seemed to get louder and louder in your ears, and for a second you thought about what Frankie had said earlier.

“BABE!” You jumped in fright. “Are you coming or what?”

Taking a deep breath, you exhale through your mouth. Getting up, you walk over to the television, pressing the button and finally making the room silent again.

“I'M COMING!”

The kisses and soapy hands amid the falling hot water made you both want more than just a few kisses. Grabbing you, Sabrina handed you a robe, putting on the other one as she seductively led you to the bedroom.

Her lips were pressed against yours while your hands tried to quickly undo the knot in her robe. Before you could, the petite blonde pushed your body onto the mattress, laying you down only to climb on top of you shortly after. Her hands in your wet hair, your hands squeezing her butt, her soft lips on yours, and the moans she was letting out created a more than pleasurable atmosphere for both of you.

But fate didn't seem to want that to happen.

A grunt.

That's what ruined the mood.

A loud, thick, and very sinister grunt.

Paralyzed, you and Sabrina looked at each other, too afraid to look anywhere else in the room.

You were the first to look away, glancing toward the television only to see static there again, but this time, without any sound. The screen now alternated between static and black, causing you to slowly pull Sabrina away from you. Looking at you in confusion, the blonde followed your gaze to the television, only to let out a scream of terror when she saw a woman suddenly appear on the screen.

Jumping out of bed, you stood up, getting in front of Sabrina as the terrifying figure began to cross the screen and crawl into the real world—specifically into the room where you and your fiancée were. Sabrina's screams grew louder as the woman approached until she finally emerged from the television.

On her knees on the bed, Sabrina grabbed your shoulders, screaming directly into your ears as she watched the woman walk toward you both. With her arms outstretched, she walked while cackling, her hair hanging in front of her face and letting out terrifying grunts.

“Great, first Frankenstein and now we have Samara!” The words came out of your mouth naturally, almost as if you were already forgetting the screams of the woman hanging on your back.

“BABE!”

Sabrina's scream made you react, finally. You grabbed a plant pot from the bedside table and threw it at the dead woman walking towards you.

The glass scattered across the room when you hit the creature's head. You grabbed the pillows from the bed and continued to throw them at the ghost, who had now stopped walking and was covering her head with her hands.

Seeing that your tactic was working, Sabrina jumped on the bed, standing on the mattress and cheering you on!

“GO BABE! YOU CAN DO IT!” The encouragement gave you even more courage, and you grabbed a lamp that was nearby and threw it at the creature in front of you.

Sabrina's screams were now totally encouraging, the bed springs creaked slightly as she jumped frantically, and your battle was about to end when you noticed the creature starting to run towards your bedroom door.

“DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE NOW, YOU BITCH!” Sabrina shouted, excited to see you start chasing the creature to the exit. “GET HER, BABE!”

Opening the door, the creature ran down the hallway like a sprinter, fleeing as fast as it could before tripping over the innkeeper and Frankie. Regaining its footing, the creature ran back down the stairs, at least halfway down, as the noise that followed indicated that it had rolled down the rest of the stairs until it fell to the floor below.

“What just happened here?” The old man approached you, his back slightly hunched as always as he leaned on Frankie to reach the room—which was now beautifully messy. “You're going to have to pay for the broken things!”

Pissed, you frowned, not even noticing Sabrina approaching you to try to calm the situation down. “Pay for the broken things? A CREATURE JUST CAME OUT OF THE TV IN OUR ROOM!”

As you raised your voice, you felt Sabrina's hand gently resting on your back, and because you were staring intently at the old man in front of you, you unfortunately missed the bright eyes she was giving you.

“Well...” the old man stammered. “Frankie warned you not to turn on the TV after eleven!”

“OH, OF COURSE HE DID! HE JUST FORGOT TO TELL ME THAT A LIVING DEAD WOULD COME WALKING OUT OF IT!” Your voice sounded thicker, and seeing you look insanely angry made Sabrina bite her lower lip. “I'm hurt, and you're really asking me to pay for the damage that thing caused?”

Raising your arm, the old man and Frankie's eyes widened as they saw the blood running down your skin. Pieces of glass were embedded there as if they belonged there. And then the two men in front of you backed away as if you had a highly contagious disease.

Exchanging glances, the old man and Frankie shook their heads, already turning their backs on you and Sabrina and walking away quickly.

“WE'LL DEAL WITH THIS LATER! HAVE A GOOD NIGHT!”

And then they ran off, the old man jumping on Frankie's back in a way that made you and Sabrina frown. And then, the two of you stood there, alone in the hallway, not understanding anything that was happening.

“What was that?” Your fiancée's voice was the first thing you heard.

“I have no idea, babe...” Frowning, you grabbed your clothes from the bed and got dressed, ready to start investigating what was going on.

“I'm going to see what's going on downstairs!” The blonde's determined voice made you look at her, quickly grabbing her hand as she passed in front of you, walking towards the stairs.

“Wait! Babe, do you really think this is the safest thing to do?” Looking into your eyes, Sabrina smiled at your words.

“You look so sexy when you worry about me!” Her hands reached for your chest. “Why don't we go back inside and finish what that bitch interrupted?”

Her eyes were mesmerizing, and for a moment you agreed, nodding your head like an obedient puppy as you pulled the woman closer by her waist. Sabrina's lips joined yours, and the kiss was a mixture of feelings too good to put into words.

Then you came back to reality.

“Wait, babe...” Breaking the kiss, you pulled away slightly. "I still have to talk to those two idiots. I'll go there, okay. You stay here and lock the door!"

Agreeing with your words, Sabrina let you go, holding your hand for just a few more seconds before letting you make your way downstairs to the inn. You heard the lock click, and prayed that everything would be peaceful with your fiancée.

Taking a deep breath, you went down to the reception desk. There was no one at the counter, no one in the rooms, no one around. You knocked on the door of the small back room, but there was nothing that could help you.

Sighing, you were ready to turn around, grab your bags, and drive away for the night with your fiancée. Your feet had barely completed the turn when you collided with a body. Your back hitting the door you had knocked on earlier—and even though you couldn't hear it, the two men you had spoken to earlier jumped in fear in their seats, knowing exactly what was about to happen outside—made the woman in front of you laugh, a seductive and deceitful giggle that entered your ears like an alarm bell.

Letting your eyes wander up the woman's body, you saw the black dress that hugged every curve of her body just right, saw her hair—also black as night—extend down to below her breasts, and finally, reaching her face, you saw the blood-red lipstick decorating the woman's full lips.

Her eyes were fixed on you, piercing and intimidating in one of the sexiest ways you had ever seen.

Shaking your head, you woke up from your trance, thinking about what you had just thought.

No one is sexier than your fiancée! Pull yourself together!

“Hello, dear...” She bent over slightly, her cleavage practically in your face. “Are you okay? You're bleeding!” Her voice was drawling and husky, undeniably pleasant to hear, and as much as you didn't want to, it seemed like she was hypnotizing you like never before.

She looked a little like Catherine Zeta-Jones, you noticed.

You shook your head again, these strange thoughts were making you dizzy.

You shook your head again, these strange thoughts were making you dizzy.

“I'm fine, I just came to find the owner.” You stood up, towering slightly over her. Although she was tall, she was still a few inches shorter than you.

“Well, you found something better.” She approached, and suddenly, your back was against the door again. “I'm Carmilla. It's a pleasure to meet someone as beautiful as you.”

“It's a pleasure...” You replied, almost walking through the door as the woman got closer and closer to you.

Her smile was macabrely seductive, and you simply didn't know whether to be scared or enchanted.

“How about we go to my room, we can clean that wound...” Carmilla grabbed your arm. “You seem so weak to be here alone, sweetheart.”

Suddenly, her tone of voice seemed sweeter, almost as if you were tasting the sweetest and purest honey in the world. Your pupils dilated and without even realizing it, you were following the woman to the room you had seen earlier.

The sign for room 666 glowed in a dark tone. You didn't want to go in, but somehow your body didn't obey your mind, letting your feet wander to the entrance of the room. You looked inside the room. A dark red tone like wine decorated the walls inside—it was very different from your room. The armchair in the corner of the room looked cold, but that was where Carmilla led you to sit, closing the door as if she had already won the battle.

“How could anyone leave something so beautiful wandering around like this?!” Her index finger traced your lips, pulling your lower lip down slightly.

“I...” You tried to look at her, beginning to remember that you shouldn't be in that place right now.

Much less with an unknown woman on your lap.

“I'm not alone!” You tried to push her off you. “My fiancée is waiting for me in the room at the end of the hall.” Your hands didn't tickle her, and she just positioned herself better on your lap.

“Well, then let's hurry!” The woman leaned in. "The smell of your blood has done things to me. I can smell it from miles away..."

Your eyes—which had been closed—opened in a matter of seconds when you felt the older woman's breath on your neck. Your hands acted quickly, pushing the woman off you, letting her fall to the floor with a dull thud.

“What are you doing?! Look, I have a fiancée, I told you!” You got up from the armchair quickly, walking towards the front door only to come face to face with the woman from before.

You took two steps back.

“Oh dear, you don't need to be afraid. I just want a little bit of you.” The woman took steps forward.

Smiling, Carmilla revealed her fangs, sharp and ready to take as much blood from you as she could. The woman's eyes were black as darkness, she walked with the elegance of any lady, but in front of you was a vampire.

If you had a coin for every time you threw a lamp at a not-quite-human being, today you would have two coins.

Which isn't much. But it's strange that it happened twice.

You ran around the room, throwing everything you could see in front of you. Carmilla didn't even seem to get tired, she laughed and smiled at your attempts to escape, watching with amusement as you tried to escape her clutches.

“Give up, Cara Mia. You'll never make it through that door!”

In a moment of desperation, your brain no longer seemed to control your body. Your hands grabbed one of the chairs in the dark room, and your arms lifted the object until it broke when you threw it with all your strength at the wall.

Your eyes sparkled when you saw one of the pieces form into a perfect wooden stake. Reaching for the object quickly, you pointed it at the black-haired woman, making her gasp nervously.

Carmilla's eyes widened slightly. You walked towards the door, the stake still raised in front of your body as the vampire took steps backwards.

“You're going to let me out, Carmilla. And no one will get hurt.” Your hand reached for the doorknob.

“You cute ones are always the worst!” You could have sworn her eyes grew even darker, but you didn't have much time to take a second look.

Opening the door, you ran down the hallway. Getting to your room seemed insanely more difficult now, and when you were almost at the door to salvation, you felt the same sensation as before. The fog of guilty pleasure that Carmilla made you feel, leaving you mesmerized as if that was all that mattered.

The thud of your fall alerted the blonde in room 69. She was very reluctant to let anyone in, but she still had a way of knowing if it was really you.

“SABRINA!” You shouted the first time. Carmilla's nails scratched the back of your neck, trying to fight you to get to the perfect spot for the bite. “BABE!”

Crossing her arms on the other side of the door, Sabrina put her ear to the wood, pouting as if you were coming home after a night of partying.

“Who is it?” She knew who it was.

“BABE! OPEN THE DOOR!” Shifting your hips, you crawled closer to the door, only for Carmilla to crawl on top of you again.

“Prove you're the love of my life and maybe I'll do it...” You would die.

Sabrina could hear the grunts of effort you were making, but it could just be another horrible monster pretending to be you.

She wasn't going to fall for it!

And you were going to die.

Carmilla's hand reached your mouth, making you squirm until you managed to break free again. The stake was lying near the door of room 69, and you needed more than ever for the woman to open that door.

So you did the unthinkable.

Desperate situations call for desperate measures.

“BABE! THERE'S A WOMAN ON TOP OF ME!”

The door swung open. Like a portal to another dimension, her furious girlfriend burst out like a warrior. Sabrina's hands were clenched into fists and her eyes were red.

“YOU BITCH!”

Carmilla bared her fangs at the blonde, forgetting for a second that she was trying to draw blood from you.

“BABE, THE STAKE!”

Sabrina looked down at her feet, her eyes widening quickly before finally acting and kicking the stake in your direction.

Things happen too fast—just like everything else on that horrible night. You grabbed the weapon, turning in Carmilla's grip, knocking the vampire off you, only to finish her off with the stake in her heart.

Sabrina's scream was muffled by your ears, ringing loud enough that you couldn't even pay attention to anything else. You just got up with trembling hands.

“Get the bags!” Sabrina ran.

Throwing the bags into the car, you made sure your fiancée was properly settled before getting in and starting the engine. The road was dark, but nothing could stop you from driving as far away from that place as possible. Your foot pressed down on the accelerator as if your life depended on it—which it might have.

Next to you, Sabrina was gasping for breath. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, reminding you that your breathing was also completely irregular. Finding a small abandoned gas station, you turned the steering wheel without thinking twice, having to stop the car so that you and Sabrina could get back to normal.

When the car stopped, you leaned back in your seat, a big sigh escaping your mouth, as you fumbled over the gearshift looking for your fiancée's hand. Sabrina—her head still resting on the seat—looked at you, placing her right hand on your chest while her left intertwined with your fingers.

“Are you okay?” the blonde asked.

You looked at her.

Sabrina's blonde hair was slightly damp, probably from the effort you both made to rush out of that house. The woman's blue eyes seemed brighter than usual, and the sighs that escaped her mouth made you look at her full lips.

“As long as you're okay!” you replied.

Looking into your eyes, Sabrina lowered her gaze to your mouth, a thousand and one thoughts running through her head as adrenaline rushed through her veins.

And then, without waiting another second, Sabrina leaned forward, wrapping her arms around your neck, her lips capturing yours in a loving kiss full of barely contained desire. All night long, all she wanted was to love you, kiss you, and feel you closer. But everything was taken from her with all the events of that disastrous night.

You, on the other hand, weren't expecting the rush of love you were receiving, the adrenaline was also running through your veins as your hands positioned themselves on your fiancée's waist. You had read in one or two places that adrenaline made humans have procreation instincts, but you had never taken it seriously.

At least not until now.

And then, when Sabrina's hands moved toward your pants, you felt that pleasurable shiver run down your spine again.

“Babe...” You tried to speak between kisses. “Are we really going to do this here?”

Your question made the blonde look up at you. The sparkle in her eyes was still there, but the blue had grown darker—almost like the starry night.

“Babe, I've wanted you all night!” Her hands ran through your hair, slightly messing up your curls. “And then, seeing you protect me from all those... creatures. Damn, babe, you made me so wet!”

Her lips moved down to your neck while your hands remained on her waist. Moving, Sabrina straddled your lap—crossing the barrier that the gearshift created between you—lowering the lever that kept your seat at the right angle, just to make you lie down completely.

Your mouth was slightly open, not only because of the silent moans, but also because Sabrina looked like a wild animal on top of you at that moment. Her nails scratched your abs over your shirt, and the kisses she distributed on your neck were slowly turning into bites.

“All that adrenaline got you like this?” you asked, laughing softly as you watched your fiancée go wild on top of you.

“You get me like this, babe.” Her hands pulled your shirt up, the fabric sliding easily over your skin. “Everything about you drives me crazy!”

Her hands grabbed your pants and her fingers worked quickly to unbutton it. The kisses she had been planting on your neck moved down your belly, following the blonde as she knelt and removed your pants.

You lifted your head from the seat back, just enough to see what Sabrina was about to do. You might have been quite surprised at how excited your fiancée was—given the situation—but you would never refuse anything she wanted to give you.

When your pants were around your ankles and Sabrina's mouth was on your cock, all you could do was throw your head back and moan loudly. The blonde's blue eyes were still fixed on you, and your hand seemed to have a life of its own as it reached for her hair—only to rest there.

"Damn, babe. Your mouth is so good." Your eyes finally met hers, and for a moment you held back from cumming right then and there.

“Your cock is so good. I'll never get tired of the taste of you, babe!” Sabrina's voice sounded slightly desperate, as if she were clinging to that moment as if her life depended on it.

Getting back to work, the blonde heard your sighs, heard your moans, felt your fingertips lightly caressing her hair, and closed her eyes, savoring the moment of calm after the storm. Seeing you there, defending her, being protective, being responsible, being everything she never had in a partner... made her incredibly wet.

And she was going to reward you very well for that!

Noticing how tense you were getting, Sabrina let your dick slip out of her mouth with a “pop” that echoed through the car, gently kissing the red tip of your cock. Her knees finally left the car floor, only to be accommodated on either side of your body. Her hands grabbed your face, pulling you into a messy kiss. Teeth clattering, hair pulling, and hands on your waist, your bodies seemed to merge at any moment, and you were pretty sure that was what Sabrina wanted.

“You can't cum yet, babe. Not without being inside me first!”

Her eyes seemed darker, her pupils dilated, and you were sure you were no different. Sabrina's hand moved down between your bodies, reaching for your cock and aligning it with her Intimacy.

Your moans echoed through the room, the fear, tension, and adrenaline of the entire night beginning to dissipate as you both found yourselves in a haze of pleasure. Your hands found your fiancée's hips, beginning to guide her movements, while Sabrina's moans grew louder and louder.

“Fuck. You're fucking me so good, babe.” Her arms wrapped around your neck. “I love you so much...”

“I love you, babe.” Your hips moved up and down in an obsessive rhythm, and Sabrina was sure of what you were saying just by the way you were making her feel good. “I want to live my whole life by your side.”

The words came out breathless, each word fogging up the car windows more and more.

Everything around you seemed perversely poetic.

Your thrusts hit special spots for your fiancée, her mouth open, letting out any silent moans she had been holding back. The sound of your skin together did wonders for both of you, only pushing you closer to release.

Sabrina's grip on your neck tightened, and your fingers were sure to leave a mark on her hips. Her inner walls squeezed you in all the right ways as you continued to relentlessly hit that spot that made her roll her eyes back deep.

“I'm going to cum, babe!” Her head rested on your shoulder, and you couldn't see it, but delicate tears streamed down her beautiful eyes.

Your hips burned, and your muscles ached, but your thrusts didn't stop. You closed your eyes tightly, throwing your head back against the seat only to moan coyly. Your arms wrapped around your fiancée's waist, and at this point the car was rocking more than was recommended.

“Me too, babe.” One of your hands moved toward her head, stroking her hair when you heard her sniffle on your shoulder. “ Cum with me, baby.”

Your words seemed to stop the world, the fog of pleasure you were both wrapped in thickening like poison hanging in the air. Breaths mingled, moans echoed, and sweat made the atmosphere lascivious.

When you both reached the peak of pleasure, your muscles felt like they needed a century's worth of rest. Sabrina's body collapsed on top of you, your cock still buried deep inside her, your juices mixing, and the mess seemed temporarily forgotten.

You ran your fingers through her hair.

“I'll never let you get hurt, babe.” Your voice was calm, and it gave the blonde the comfort she always wanted.

“I know, honey. And I'll never let you go!”

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