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From Newark to Burlington
"You are that motherfucker who spilt coffee all over me and almost made me miss my plane in the cafeteria and now we’re stuck beside each other for this 4-hour flight; wait a second, did you just fall asleep on my shoulder? Oh god you look cute while sleeping"
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Your day was only beginning but already could not get worse. You needed to get the 10 a.m. plane from Newark to South Burlington in twenty minutes, and the barista was infuriatingly slow.
The queue was moving at a sloth's pace, and when it finally got to you, you could only control yourself not to run from the cafeteria to the gates in a panic. But you had some semblance of self-respect and settled for a quick walk; not everyone was you, though.
When you were just getting to the glass doors, someone from your left, too preoccupied with texting on their phone, crashed right into you, spilling your drink all over the nice suit jacket you bought for your first day at your new job. Great! Perfect! Now you had a ruined jacket, no other clothes to change into for the flight and worst of all: no coffee.
"Watch it, damn it!" you yelled at the person rapidly shooting apologies to you from over your head.
Over your head? What? You stopped to look the person in the face, and could not help but hold your breath for two to three seconds. Standing tall beside you was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, and you'd seen some very fine women in your college days. Art school had all types of exquisite people, from models to actresses and tormented poets who always managed to surprise you in bed.
No, the silvery blond with reddened lips and badass sunglasses was the most gorgeous woman you'd ever laid eyes on.
You didn't know what to say for a bit, watching the regret and kindness wash away from the woman's face and be replaced by an arched brow and an unimpressed sneer.
"I am tremendously sorry," she definitely wasn't, "I should have looked" her tone was icy, and her posture was erect, although her smile was sickenly sweet.
You cursed yourself for your temper and tried to remedy your behaviour by sweetly reassuring her that it was all fine, but all you received in return was a side grin and scrunched nose that didn't convey the normal cuteness you'd think but utter distaste before she walked away in those mile-long legs and disappeared in the crowd.
Only you to fuck up so well what could have been a nice airport chat and, with any luck, exchange of numbers (you were smooth enough, it wasn't difficult to pick up women most times). Sighing, you went to your gate to get on the plane and finally be done with it all. Four hours of flight and you'd be starting your brand new life at Nevermore Academy. All the stress would be worth it.
It wasn't forty minutes later when the last passengers were boarding the plane and you saw her again. That goddess of a woman, walking down the corridor looking at the numbers on the seats. She had a scarf around her hair now and gracious gloved hands you hadn't noticed before. She didn't see you at first but stopping by the seat beside you, she looked up and saw you and the notebooks on your lap. You could guess your face was paler than the white sheets of paper all around.
She breathed deeply, and you briefly wondered if she would start a fight with you right now, in the middle of the plane, to get rid of the earlier stress you caused her. Wait, what? She bumped into you! You were the one with the right to be annoyed!
But she didn't do anything. She didn't even say anything or acknowledge your presence before sitting in the comfortable recliner beside you and picking up a novel from her rather tasteful tote bag (how could a motherf*cking tote bag be tasteful?? What the hell?). She proceeded to read for the next couple of hours, giving you the cold shoulder you were starting to think you didn't deserve all that much. Ok, you snapped at her once, but you apologised, right? Oh, no, you didn't. Well fuck.
You also didn't want to interrupt her and elicit more of her wrath, so you just resigned to admiring her from the corner of your eyes every few minutes. Damn, she was fine.
At eleven thirty, the plane made a one-hour stop at Washington, D.C., and some passengers were starting to get up to walk around or buy some snacks at the airport. You decided to have a stroll and left the tall, mysterious drama queen with her book. She could brood all she liked; you needed that coffee and some fresh air if you were to spend two more hours controlling yourself from trying to pass her a pickup line or not drool over the elegant movement of her fingers turning pages.
She did soft sounds while reading. You noticed it half an hour into the flight. While you were writing some notes and adjusting your schedule for the upcoming week, she would lightly chuckle or release a small huff as if frustrated with the character's choice in the story. It was mesmerising, utterly adorable, and you had to refrain from telling her to shut up if she didn't want to be kissed.
This airplane crush was getting out of hand, and while waiting for your coffee to get ready you decided to act.
Back in the blue-carpeted corridor, you strode confidently to your seat and weren't surprised to find the lovely woman still there. She wasn't reading this time but apparently writing on her phone. You could not abstain from feeling a bit frustrated by it being the entire reason that breathtaking piece of paradise was annoyed at you.
"Hey" you started, very charmingly of course, "I thought you'd be hungry by now, I haven't seen you eat since we left Newark and brought you these almond butter and banana roll-ups" you give her a smile you truly hoped was one of your cute ones that every girl at bars said made you look adorably sweet and naive.
She looked up at you and, for the first time, you saw her eyes without sunglasses. Of course she would have beautiful deep pools of blue in which you'd happily drown on. She looked questioningly at the treat neatly wrapped in a fancy cardboard box with leaves and flowers printed on it and back at you. Did you really sound that much of an asshole for her to be so suspicious?
"I didn't know if you were a vegetarian or vegan or whatever, so a went vegan to be safe" you shrugged lamely, trying to seem casual and not at all the weirdo that yelled at someone and was now pathetically trying to pave a road back to civility with them... and maybe a bit more than just civility.
"Thank you," she said uncertainly, taking the tiny package from your hand and sweet Jesus a glove could not make you shiver like that, it was against the law, "You didn't have to" she seemed a bit speechless, and you counted that as better than outright telling you to piss off.
"But I wanted to" you smiled charmingly at her and went to your seat. Some color was beginning to paint her cheeks and you couldn't help the smugness you felt by eliciting a response like that from her. She was not an ice wall after all.
"I wanted to apologise for how I acted earlier" you started again while she untied the lace around the cute box, a sweet banana scent coming from it when opened "I shouldn't have snapped at you, I was just a bit on edge to get to the plane" you chuckled.
"And yet I made it to the plane too, being polite and all" ooookay she was a bit of a bastard then. You liked the sass.
"Yes, indeed you made it" you laughed at that, beginning to feel that bubbly excitement of flirting in your sternum "To my delight".
She laughed with the food in her mouth, bringing her hand to cover it while she tried to control herself and finish eating.
"What do mean, delight? I've acted like a stubborn brooding child for the past two hours" she was laughing a throaty deep laugh now and you couldn't get enough of it. God, this woman would be the end of you.
"Yes, but I enjoyed watching you read. Very regal and imposing" she smiled at that, turning a bit redder but relaxing, her shoulders dropping a bit with a breath.
"So when you aren't being an irritable prat you're a charmer?" she arched a brow at you and you felt it like a blow to the stomach. That girl had some serious balls.
The flight improved 200% after that, with you asking her about the novel she was reading (Emma) and her taking an interest in your general class notes on classical portrayals of discriminated races throughout history. Turns out she supported normie-outcast-relations and thought it was an important issue to address in the modern era (which yes, finally someone agrees with you — it was so goddamn hard to find other normies that weren't scared shitless of people with superpowers) and you had very similar ideas on it.
Larissa, you learned, was not cold and unfriendly at all. She was a sweet bundle of nerves in a position of power at some institution that seemed unable to work without sending her e-mails every half hour. It was actually what she was doing when you bumped at the cafeteria, and you felt like the biggest dumbass on earth when she told you.
Around one you had fallen into a comfortable silence; her arm pressed against yours between the seats. You were slowly pilling up the courage to maybe graze her fingers and see if she would hold your hand when a weight fell on your shoulder and Larissa was sleeping against you.
You were ready to die then and there. Y/n, the happiest puppy alive on planet Earth. She was breathing softly against your neck and her throat was close to your shoulder. Although you really didn't mind the warmth from her small outtakes of breath, that could not be comfortable at all, so you tried to gently settle her until she seemed satisfied enough. If the light moan she made when her nose met your neck was anything to go by, you were sure she was fine. And for the seven hells, you weren't. How did she dare moan so close to your ear? Against your goddamned skin? If you could melt from overheating you would be a puddle at her feet.
The thing was, she wasn't just sinfully gorgeous, she was also heartbreakingly soft and comforting and sweet and everything good that ever existed. You could tell that underneath the mascara her eyelashes were pale and the little tip of her upturned nose was the cutest thing to ever be made in the entire history of the human race. You could spend an eleven-hour flight easily just cataloguing every inch of her face and fantasizing about getting the chance to kiss those lipstick-red lips, wondering if it would smudge and show everyone who saw you what you were doing. You had a feeling it would smudge, and if it didn't you'd have to put extra effort into showing people she was yours.
Jesus, that was a bit too much, wasn't it? But with her cheek pressed against your shoulder, you couldn't help but feel it wasn't. Truthfully it wasn't even near enough.
The airplane landed shortly after, and you dreaded having to wake her up and lose the warm pressure. You didn't have to, tough. The movement caused by the landing woke Larissa, who breathed deeply into your skin and rapidly sat up, suddenly tense.
She was turning a very becoming shade of red, and you had to bite your lip to keep from smiling too much.
"Good morning, princess" you teased.
"Oh, shut up!" she hid her face in her hands "I can't believe I slept on you, oh my god"
"Don't act so mortified. You are much nicer when sleeping, I enjoyed myself immensely" you laughed at her murderous face and you both started getting ready to exit.
You didn't want to lose her at the airport, but after getting your luggage it was quite easy to spot her. You thanked god for your taste in women and approached the tall goddess.
"Hey, I know this might be a little too soon, but would you like to go out for coffee sometime?" you tried the casual excuse to have her phone number, and she laughed. She laughed! The guts!
"I think coffee should be avoided near me" she winked, and you were going to die "But I'd love to meet again, maybe we could have hot chocolate at this cosy cafe in the city I'm near, Jericho."
Your brows went up, was this destiny?
"Actually, I'll be living there for a while til I get settled on my new job, so that would be perfect!"
"Really?" she seemed excited, but a small crease formed between her eyebrows and she looked you up and down before snapping out of whatever thought she was having and picking up her phone to save your number.
You didn't receive any messages, and that was expected just over two hours after you parted. You were about to meet with the headmistress of the Nevermore Academy for your new position as the new history teacher and not having your nice suit jacket was making you nervous. Of course everything would be fine, but you wanted to make a good impression nonetheless.
When the door opened, a redheaded woman led you inside the most extravagant and tasteful office you'd ever seen. But behind the desk wasn't your new boss... seated in a fitted pistachio-coloured dress was Larissa. The beautiful stranger who spent half a flight cosily sleeping on your shoulder just hours ago.
"Y/n y/ln?" Larissa asked politely as if nothing was the bother.
"Principal Weems, I presume" you were so screwed.
"What a delight to see you again so soon" she smiled devilishly.
You were in shock, every inch of your body overjoyed and strangely aroused when a voice knocked you off your half trance.
"Wait, you two know each other?"
Part two can be found here.
#larissa weems x reader#larissa weems#principal weems#teacher!reader#hopeless lesbians#female reader#can be read as gn#gn reader#fluff#humour#normie!reader
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exams are over, my creativity has reared its head, and ive finally finished the smutty epilogue for my fem Rimmer/Lister fic. there really should be more lesbians in red dwarf, but i'll take what i can get and run with it.
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being a hopeless romantic when society is fixated on hookup culture, “situationships” and emotional unavailability makes me feel like I'm in the bottom pits of hell. i yearn for pure romance. waiting for the fairytale I have always dreamed of to come true. but also thinking I won't be loved the way I love is a curse.
#lesbian#wlw blog#lgbtq#wlw#queer#girlswholikegirls#sapphic yearning#wlw textpost#wlw post#pansexual#sapphic#bisexual#hopeless romantic#rant post
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#pathologic#мор утопия#eva yan#cw nudity#nonsexual nudity#sorry I just like drawing naked women#hopeless lesbian
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i’m a hopeless romantic and a horny freak so what’s up with that
#clemmity#nblnb#nblw#wlw#lesbian#queer#sapphic#sapphic nsft#enby#nblnb nsft#nblw nsft#wlw nsft#lesbian nsft#queer nsft#enby nsft#femme4masc#femme4bufch#femm4butch nsft#femme4masc nsft#hopeless romantic#hopeless romance#yearning#yearning nsft
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Fall is for lovers. Fall is for warm tea and warmer bodies. Fall is for kisses that taste like apples and brown sugar. Fall is for long, long showers. Fall is for crafts and homemade clothes. Fall is for holding their hands. Fall is for napping together. Fall is for baking with extra cinnamon. Fall is for falling in love.
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I know what you are
tried coloring it, failed miserably...
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I yearn for a soft love.
Knowing just how they like their hot chocolate. I love having melty sprinkle sludge at the bottom of the mug.
And- the thumb rub thing. You guys know that thing??? When you're holding hands and you rub their hand with your thumb? Or they do it to you??? I love that thing.
Light little kisses in the most random and spontaneous places. The bicycle racks at Walmart, doing the dishes, in passing. Idk man I love that!
Doing a puzzle together? Reading something to them? Just staring at them cuz how tf did I end up with someone so insanely gorgeous??? Catching them staring at you?????
Can't think about them without smiling. Can't do anything without thinking about them.
Trying to remember what colours they like you in, and which shirt of yours is their favourite.
Just knowing and being known. Loving and being loved.
#wlw yearning#sapphic yearning#lesbian yearning#love#feeling#spilled thoughts#spilled poetry#spilled ink#spilled words#spilled writing#soft love#love language#longing#feelings#emotions#heartache#soft and gentle and romantic#lovecore#hopeless romantic#dark romanticism#romantic academia#romantic aesthetic#romanticism#romantic#lovers#tenderness#Soft love
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I love how people are celebrating that Agatha is a confirmed sapphic as if she and Rio didn’t totally nearly kiss a few weeks ago.
It’s so like us to be like “Sure she kissed me but does she like me?” This is just a bigger extension of that 😆
#oh lesbians#we’re hopeless#agatha all along#agatha harkness#agathario#rio vidal#agatha x rio#kathryn hahn#aubrey plaza#marvel#lgbtq
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"Communicating with you is not a chore."
The unexpected response I got after thanking my wife for always working through it with me whenever I am having trouble communicating. I have been conditioned by life to assume it is my fault if there is communication trouble and that I am making things harder for other people, so it left me absolutely bawling.
Just autistic things I guess.
#She is my solid ground#I'm her hopeless lesbian#And she is continuously showing me new examples of what love is
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So when are we going to get Eloise and Cressida standing on opposite sides of the dance floor as a string quartet version of Red Wine Supernova by Chappell Roan and then zoom in on them hopelessly staring at each other
#bridgerton#eloise bridgerton#eloise x cressida#cressida cowper#netflix bridgerton#wlw#hopeless lesbians in love but can’t express it#chappell roan#please i beg of you#please Netflix#please AO3 authors have mercy on my poor gay soul
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my favourite girlfailure
#been catching up with dunmeshi and i am in LOVEEEE with marcille i love her soo much omg#her pathetic wet eyes and hopeless lesbianism captivated me#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#marcille donato#marcille#marcille dungeon meshi#farcille#falin touden#falin#dungeon meshi fanart#art#fanart
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i am not meant for casual love. i was born for soul consuming love and obsession. I need earth-shattering, undying love and devotion for eternity. I want a love so sacred and divine that spirits of divinity look down in awe. 🤍
#lesbian#wlw blog#lgbtq#girlswholikegirls#hopeless romantic#wlw#queer#sapphic yearning#wlw textpost#pansexual#wlw positivity#bisexual#sapphic#love language
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So has Vi gotten ANY action, or does the Vi stand for Virgin?
#Arcane#Vi#Caitvi#Piltover’s finest#league of legends#League of Lesbians#she only ACTS suave#Internally she’s a nervous wreck#And a hopeless romantic
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Would you rather
Kiss Wednesday or Kiss Yoko?
Hmm… do you mean on the mouth? Because probably Wednesday then… BBUT!! NOT IN A WEIRD WAY!! Like I think it’d be interesting to know what Wednesdays lips feel lik- WAIT NO LIKE NO I MEAN LIKE ITD BE INTERESTING TO KNOW WHAT KISSING WEDNESDAY WOULD BE LIKE BECAUSE IM PRETTY SURE NO ONE HAS BEFORE AND LIKE ITD BE LIKE RESEARCH AND VERY LIKE INFORMATIVE AND IM GOING TO STOP TYPING NOW AGDHSKSHKSJSGDKBE
#enid inbox#enid sinclair#wednesday addams#wednesday x enid#wenclair#they’re gay your honor#hopelessly in love#hopeless lesbian#gay panic#enid is a lesbian
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As much as I would love to make you love, I would also spoil the fuck out of you. You are sad ? Let me get your fav cake. You are hungry ? Let me cook a meal. You want to relax ? Let order a pizza and watch a movie. You want new lingerie ? Let’s go shopping. You are tired ? Let’s cuddle in bed. Your body aches ? Let me give you a massage.
#I will be the most romantic person ever#I’m a hopeless romantic#gay shit#wlw#lesbian#sapphic#sapphic yearning#wlw yearning#lesbian yearning
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