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Dreaming of You (Larissa Weems x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You've been dealing with prophetic dreams your whole life, but when a certain face keeps popping up, you find her in an unexpected place

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of car accidents, mentions of being disowned, swearing, lil bit of smutty stuff

You’d been plagued by odd dreams for as long as you could remember. It had taken a long time to realise exactly how odd they were. You’d see things happening in your dreams weeks or months in advance of your waking life, leading you live in an almost constant state of deja vu. Telling your parents, they’d been brushed off, considered nothing more than an overactive imagination.

That was, until you’d dreamt about your father’s death. You saw it playing out in front of you, the car speeding towards him, out of control, weaving over the road, the impact of the hood against his body, bouncing over the top, left for dead on the road. You’d woken up screaming, images of his blood pooling on asphalt stuck in your brain.

Two months later he was dead.

You hadn’t ever expected your mother to lay the blame of his death at your feet. She’d accused you of causing it, of being a witch, of bringing this all down on her. She’d sent you away to live with a distant aunt.

You’d never spoken about your dreams to her.

Instead, you’d immersed yourself on the internet, doing as much research as possible. You’d gone down rabbit holes, chasing ghosts of people who might be like you. So much of it was bullshit. Until you stumbled across a mention of Nevermore on an old forum many years later.

That was the night the dreams started.

Fingers tangled in silver hair between your legs, tongue lapping at your entrance, pleasure building. You awoke with a gasp on your lips and a throbbing between your legs.

Every night since then you dreamt of the same woman, sometimes gloriously naked, sometimes between your thighs, sometimes smiling at you or laughing. Every single time you woke with an ache in your heart and a need you couldn’t express in words. More often than not you woke unsatisfied, your hand not nearly as welcome as the woman in your dreams.

No name, no clue of who she was or where you might find her, the dreams plagued you in your waking life. Glimpses of your future, still out of reach, but so desperately wanted.

Continuing your search you found Nevermore’s website. A school. You hadn’t been expecting that, but you watched and waited, for what, you didn’t know. This, you knew, was where you were meant to be. It felt right.

It was a gloomy morning when the notice went live. A teaching position had opened up, calling for someone with an understanding of the divine. You sent in your application, knowing it was a long shot, and waited.

All of which led to you standing in front of the door to Principal Weems’ office on your first day as the new teacher. You’d flown through the interview, accepted the position, and moved to Vermont.

You raised your fist, knocking on the wooden door. A woman’s voice called out, asking you to enter. With a deep breath you pushed the door open, stepping over the threshold into the warm office, and froze.

Seated behind the desk, looking up expectantly at you, was the woman from your dreams. Your breath caught. Even if she wasn’t your future, you’d want her to be. Such beauty had no business existing in the world. Your heart was already yearning for her.

“Welcome, “she said standing from the desk. You could have collapsed there.

You walked over as if in a daze. She held her hand out to you and you took it, the first brush of skin sending an electric current through you. You knew that touch, knew what those fingers would be capable of. You were ready to drop to your knees in front of her.

She said your name, the sound of it enough to steal your breath. You’d heard that voice say it, moan it, scream it as you brought her pleasure. You’d heard her whisper it into your skin, heard her caress it with untamed love, heard her say it with a laugh. You wanted her to keep saying it until you came undone in front of her.

“I’ve heard you have premonitions of the future,” she said, retaking her seat, gesturing for you to take one of the chairs in front of the desk. You lowered yourself on wobbly knees, doing your best not to show how much you were trembling.

“Yes, dreams mostly, although I’ve had success with tarot and crystal balls,” you replied.

“I suppose you saw yourself teaching here,” she said with a smile.

“Only metaphorically,” you said, “no premonitions, just a wish.”

“Indeed?” Her brow raised.

“I haven’t met others like me before,” you said, “or at least not that I know of.”

“Yes, some abilities are not as obvious as others,” she said, “I’m glad to have you on our staff.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ve been informed you’ve already been shown to your quarters,” she said, “I must apologise. I usually try to do the introduction. However, a student left a rather unfortunate surprise in the kitchen we were unaware of until now.”

“Kids will be kids,” you said with a shrug. The thought of her showing you the room you’d be sleeping in was too much. Her and a bed being the same room would lead your mind down a dangerous path of memories.

“Yes, quite,” she said, “well, if you have any issues, please do not hesitate to call on me. I look forward to seeing your work.”

She stood, offering her hand again. You took it, hoping the shiver could be played off as nerves. Her eyes swept over you and you wondered what she saw.

You scurried out before she could look deeper, not wanting her to see what your dreams had shown you. You hadn’t been expecting that when you’d sought out Nevermore. You hadn’t known to prepare for it.

If you’d hoped for a reprieve from your dreams now you’d met the woman, you were sorely mistaken. Every kiss, every touch was burned into your brain, still following you in your waking hours. You could barely look at her without heat filling your cheeks and wetness collecting between your thighs.

On the last night before the students were scheduled to arrive you found yourself watching the sunset out over the water, legs swinging from the dock. Your head was tilted back as you let the cool breeze wash over your skin. A particularly wonderful dream was replaying in your head, one that didn’t leave a throbbing need between your thighs for once.

“You look rather peaceful.”

You jumped, having not heard anyone approach, so caught up in your thoughts. You blinked, turning to look up at the familiar towering figure. You hadn’t been avoiding her, per se. You were just never sure what to say around her.

“I didn’t expect it to be so beautiful here,” you replied, turning back to the sunset.

“You truly didn’t see Nevermore in a premonition?” You could feel her approaching you.

“No I…” She was making it hard to think, “I found the website online. It felt right, me being here.”

“I hope you continue to feel that way.”

You weren’t expecting her to drop down beside you, legs dangling off the pier, arm brushing against yours. It was the closest she’d gotten to you since your arrival, her floral perfume wrapping around you in a way that was familiar, and yet so much better than your dreams. You held yourself still, worried you’d lean into her if you didn’t.

“I’ve been hearing reports from other staff members that you’re settling in well,” she said, “that you’re a kind and conscientious team member. You appear to be fitting in well.”

“I’m trying.” You weren’t sure what else to say.

“It makes me wonder if I’ve done something wrong.”

You turned to look at her. Her blue eyes had lost their sparkle, and her lips were turned down. You hadn’t seen that look before, not in all your months of dreaming about her.

“How would you have done something wrong?” you asked.

“I don’t know. That’s why I thought I’d ask,” she replied.

“Of course you haven’t.” You shook your head, turning your gaze down to your fingers twisting together in your lap. You were already messing up your future.

“You treat me differently from the rest of the staff. You’re more distant with me.”

You didn’t bother disagreeing with her.

“Have you seen something that’s going to happen involving me?” she asked instead.

You felt your cheeks burn and your eyes darted up to her. She tilted her head at your reaction, leaning closer as her gaze swept over you.

“You have.” She didn’t need you to confirm it.

“It’s nothing bad,” you said, “or, at least, I hope you don’t think it’s bad. Come to think of it, it might not be welcome news. This is why I don’t often tell people what I see. They react badly, usually. But it’s not bad. I haven’t seen anything bad about you.”

“When did you have this dream about me?” She looked at you intently.

“Does it matter?” At least she thought it was only one dream.

“I’d like to know,” she said.

“Seven months ago,” you said.

“You told me you’d never had a premonition about Nevermore,” she said.

“I didn’t know you were Nevermore.”

You chanced a glance over at her. She was watching you and you could almost see the gears turning in her head. Your eyes flicked down to her lips, then away again, cheeks heating. You wondered if you’d ever be able to look at her without the flutter of your heart. Your dreams were saying no.

“What happened in this dream?”

You shook your head.

“I don’t think I should say,” you replied, “not everyone appreciates knowing what’s to come.”

“I’m asking.”

You took a deep breath in, turning to look at her properly. The words were ready on your tongue, ready to spill out. She was watching you with a soft look on her face, expectant and open. You could have melted right there.

“Please?”

You surged forward, grasping her face between both hands. You kissed her hard. She froze and you drew back. Your heart thudded in your throat and your eyes widened. Terror flooded your veins.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You got to your feet, spinning around, and doing your best to flee. A strong hand grasped your wrist, tugging you back. You tried to pull free but she only held on tighter.

“I’m so sorry,” you said again.

“I’m rather flattered,” she said and you braced yourself for a reprimand, “but I’m afraid that didn’t answer my question.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, still facing away from her. You couldn’t bare to look at her as you told her, spilling your secrets at her feet, hoping for mercy.

“I have been dreaming about you every night for seven months. Every. Single. Night. And we are clearly more than friends in them. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you but every time I look at you I, the afterimages of those dreams are there. It makes it so difficult to keep my train of thought around you. And there’s no way it would be this difficult if you weren’t to fucking beautiful. It’s driving me crazy.”

The silence in the wake of your confession was deafening. You tried to pull out of her hand again but she was still holding on.

“Look at me.” She sounded breathless, “please.”

You slowly turned, scared to see what she’d do. Slowly dragging your eyes up to her face, you couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat. Her face was so soft, so full of wonder, cracked open to show the light inside her. There was a small smile curling the corner of her lips and her eyes were sparkling.

“I’m not expecting anything from you,” you said, “the future isn’t written in stone. It doesn’t have to go like that.”

“Darling.” Oh, that pet name would get you into trouble, “how about you kiss me again and we see what happens?”

You gaped at her. You had no idea how to respond. All you wanted to do was kiss her again.

“Darling?” She raised an eyebrow at you.

You reached up, hand cupping the back of her neck, pulling her down. The first brush of lips was questioning, needing to know this is what she wanted. Her hands grasped your hips, pulling you towards her.

She deepened the kiss, her tongue sweeping into your mouth. You moaned at her taste, knees turning to jelly. You should have known that she would be phenomenal at this, all your dreams pointing towards it. Her teeth sunk into your bottom lip. You gasped into her mouth, holding her tighter, wanting to thread your fingers through her hair but scared of ruining how perfectly she’d styled it.

You were gasping for breath when she drew away. Her perfect lipstick was smeared and her eyes were smouldering. Your fingers gently touched her kiss swollen lips, ghosting over them. You’d never seen something so beautiful.

“Perhaps you’d like to have dinner with me tonight,” she suggested, drawing back until you were no longer sharing the same air.

“Yeah.” You nodded, “yeah I’d like that.”

She began to walk towards the school, giving you a wonderful view. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from her swaying hips.

“Oh, and darling.” She turned back to look at you over her shoulder, “I hope you know I’m planning on having you for dessert.”

Your mouth fell open before you chased after her back to the school.

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I miss you

Prompt:“I know its been months since we broke up but I just found one of your old sweatshirts in my wardrobe and its making me miss you.”

Pairing:Cordelia x Wilhelmina

Word count: 1092

Warnings: a bit swearing otherwise none

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She new that this was risky and probably absolutely stupid, but she didn’t know what else to do. It was all her fault, she was aware of that. And she was also aware of the fact that Cordelia probably already moved on and had someone knew by now. 

But there was this hope inside of there. This hope she never knew she even had. She wasn’t a person to hope, but she also always thought she wasn’t a person to fall in love with someone, still she did exactly that. And since it happened, the only thing that this love brought to her was hurt. Hurt in any way possible. 

She had been sitting in her car in front of the academy for the past thirty minutes but she couldn’t bring herself to go out there and talk to Cordelia. But wasn’t that exactly why she came in the first place? After a good fifteen minutes more she opened the door of her car and started walking to the big white front doors of the place that ones brought her joy and felt like home to her.

She gently knocked on the door and waited. It was probably just a few seconds but to her it felt like eternity. Suddenly she found herself looking in Cordelia’s eyes. The women who taught her how to love. The women who, for the first time in her life made her feel at peace. Until she fucked it all up.

“How can I help you?” She looked at her like she was a stranger, like they never met each other. Like they didn’t now they’re darkest secrets. Still Cordelia walked away and left the door open. Implying she could follow. And she did that, knowing not to bother closing the door. It would do that itself, or rather through Cordelia’s powers. 

She followed Cordelia up the stairs and into her office. With her cane it was hard keeping up with her so she didn’t answer the question until they were in her office. 

“I know its been months since we broke up but I just found one of your old sweatshirts in my wardrobe and its making me miss you.” Cordelia slowly looked at her.

“Bold of you to come here and say something like that to me, you are the one that broke up with me, remember?”

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Cordelia entered their shared bedroom and looked at her in confusion.

“Why are you packing? Where do you go? Not one of your business-trips again, cause I-,” she couldn’t go on cause she was cut off.

“No, not a business-trip. I’m leaving, I’m breaking up with you.” Cordelia looked at her in disbelief. That must be a joke, they were happy. She had no reason to break up with her. 

“You’re joking, aren’t you? This is insane, why would you break up with me?”

“Do I look like I’m joking to you, I’m fully serious.” Cordelia felt a tear fall down her cheek while she looked at her closing the suitcase.

“But, I love you.” She looked up, sarcastically chuckling.

“Stop pretending, no you don’t.” And with that she grabbed her things and left. What she didn’t see was Cordelia breaking down in the middle of the room and crying her eyes out. 

What she didn’t know was that Cordelia didn’t smile for nearly two weeks after that. It was Madison of all people who cracked the first smile out of her after everything that happened. And even though she smiled again it was rarer than normally. She wasn’t the same as before. 

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“I know that, but not because I stopped loving you.” It was out. She didn’t plan on saying it. It made her weak and pathetic. Crawling back to Cordelia, telling her that she misses and still loves her. But it caught Cordelia’s attention.

“What? If not, then what was the reason? You never told me, you just left.” Cordelia was hurt. It was obvious even to her. 

“I thought you would leave me one way or another and if I just left you before you had the chance to, it would hurt less.” Cordelia didn’t know what to say. Didn’t she know that she was her world?

“Are you insane? Why would I leave you?”

“Because I’m disgusting and pathetic. The way I stand her admitting everything to you, I can’t even live on my own without missing you everyday. I’m holding onto something I could never have. You are so beautiful, intelligent, funny and attractive. Everybody loves you. While I’m ugly and disgusting, no one loves me. They all just make fun of me. It’s been like that my whole life. Not even my own parents loved me. But you know what? I deserve it. Look at me. I can’t walk without a fucking cane.” 

Cordelia was shocked. She thought she knew the other woman, knew what she felt like, knew that she loved her. But she knew nothing. She felt so guilty for never having doubted her happiness. Or having asked her how she really felt.

“That’s not true. I love you. And don’t even start arguing with me. Because I do and nothing you say can change that. You’re stuck with me. You made my life better. You brought joy to it. And the girls were quite fond of you too. And why would you ever think that you are disgusting or ugly?”

“Have you seen my back?” Cordelia stepped forward and whipped her tears away.

“To be precise, no i haven’t. Because you just wouldn’t let me.” Cordelia slowly stepped behind her. She laid a hand on her shoulder and gently started to open her shirt. Cordelia could feel her tense up under the touch but she didn’t protest so she didn’t stop. 

When she had unzipped the shirt she pulled it down a little. Cordelia heard the other woman sniff quietly.

“You see what I mean now?” Cordelia gently placed a kiss on the other woman’s upper back and zipped the shirt up again.

“No, I don’t,” she turned her around, “you are beautiful. You disability or your back or your cane don’t change that. You will always be the most stunning and beautiful woman to me. I love you, Wilhemina Venable.” Cordelia took Wilhemina’s face between her hands and gently placed a kiss on her lips. She could feel that her lips were wet because of the tears she cried. Still it was the best feeling to be reunited with the woman she loved and thought she lost.

came up with a gwen prompt and ran here as fast as i possibly could, like i said i would hehe

gwen x reader not dating but both have feelings for each other on set, goofing around, reader trying to make gwen laugh and vice versa, thought this could be kind of cute :)

and here I thought that I'd have to wait a while before getting a request from you again ;)

Blooper Reels

Pairing: Gwendoline Christie x Reader

Word Count: 523

A/N: Now this is just a quick one because I have to leave soon, but bonus points to you if you know what show these bloopers are from ;)

Working with Gwen had been a dream of yours when you started acting and you couldn’t believe that you landed a role where you'd play her lover on screen. It was hard being professional at times but at some times you did let your feelings come out to play (for the plot of course) and with the way Gwen received your actions albeit through 'acting' you thought maybe she felt the same.

Before filming started, Gwen had invited you over to her house for dinner. It was sweet of her. She wanted to make sure you were comfortable with her and in all honesty, you were. Gwen was sweet and protective of you. She knew you were still a bit new to the film industry and she just wanted to make sure you knew that you could trust her if you ever had issues on set. It made your heart swell in your chest.

Ever since that dinner, you two were attached at the hip on set. If you weren't busy, you'd watch Gwen film and vise versa. In scenes with each other, you'd make each other laugh on purpose or try to get the other to break character first.

One day, you two had to film outside and it was at this moment that you two were filming a kissing scene.

It was in the middle of the woods, and there were mosquitoes everywhere. Gwen was about to lean into the kiss but you spotted a mosquito on her head. Before she could make a move you quickly slapped her on the side of the head.

"Sorry! Sorry, there was a mosquito on your head…"

Gwen just laughed and nodded in understanding, "Thank you love."

Another time, you two were filming a scene in a car. It was where your characters had a yelling fight against one another. Gwen's character held family secrets from your character.

"Did you know the whole time?! Where I was?! Who I was from?!"

You paused. Wait what? 

"'Who I was from'? 'Who I was from'? God…what?"

Gwen died laughing in the seat next to you as you banged your head against the steering wheel of the car.

Then there was a scene where you two had to film with your other co-star. They were somewhat an antagonist of the show.

The scene starts off with you and the other co-star behind closed doors. Then Gwen was to run into your arms as you reunite. Before the cameras started filming, you and your co-star thought it'd be funny to start off hugging as the door opened.

"And….action!"

The doors opened to you and your co-star hugging. When you noticed Gwen patiently waiting for you, you threw your co-star off of you and the blonde ran into your arms.

After a few moments, all of you started laughing, Gwen shooed your other co-star away, "Go away!"

Another time, you were doing a close up shot while reciting a monologue. When it wrapped up, the cameras still rolling, Gwen came up and picked you up, setting you on her waist before waving to the camera,

"That's a wrap!"