#naomi mcpherson x fem!reader

[gingerjolover]

You're Losing Me - Part 3

Warnings: RPF, angsty + sad, desperate!naomi, neglectful!naomi?, issues in relationship, fighting?

g's notes: surprise shawtayyyy - also sorry this is late, i went out drinking on sat and then was watching the SuperBowl (congrats to kylie kelce's husband's brother ig)

also barely edited but i will be going in tomorrow or the next day to redo allll of my tags, make a tags post, and edit my fics <3

Naomi, sitting at the computer practically steaming with annoyance, is completely oblivious to you waiting outside. They feel stress regarding the fight, that much is obvious, but also a little bit of a sunk-cost fallacy regarding the work they need to get done. Plus, there's a small part of them that believes this will blow over quickly, maybe spending a night apart will be good for the two of you.

So they keep working, feeling a little bad about it, reflecting on how they could've controlled their anger, trying to convince themselves that the defeat in your eyes was nothing more than exhaustion. Slowly, Naomi starts to feel slight resentment, how could you just leave, yeah they agree that space is great but was it the most mature decision coming from you?

After a while, Naomi's resentment begins to simmer down, replaced with a mix of remorse and confusion for what just happened. They realize that they didn't even acknowledge you or your feelings and that it's too late to fix their mistake, wishing they could have extended even a sliver of patience with you.

"Dammit," they say quietly to themselves.

They take a deep breath and continue to work on their computer for a while, but their focus is beginning to fade. They start to feel like their work isn't as important as they are making it out to be; maybe it never has been, and they want to fix their relationship first.

Naomi goes to check your location, seeing that you're not even halfway to Jo and Kelli’s, and it confuses them. Didn’t you leave right after they went inside? Or were you waiting for them to come back out? Did something happen to you on your drive? It’s been over an hour since Naomi started working again. Worry sinks down in Naomi's stomach, settling like a rock.

Naomi wouldn't be able to live with themselves if something happened to you, so they don't even text Jo or Kelli and move to call you. Leaning against the doors of their office, the repetitive rings while they wait for you to answer, causing their heart rate to speed up, the nerves of the unknown and the potential ramifications of this coming-to-head boiling inside them.

Their mouth is a bit dry and they are struggling to control their breathing, wishing that you'd would just pick up the line.

“Yes, Naomi,” you answer deadpan, so unlike your usual sweet, bubbly, and loving greetings, your voice lacks emotion. Naomi cringes at the volume of your voice but can hear the sounds of the road beneath your tires and that you're using Bluetooth in your car.

How you answer the phone sets Naomi's heart racing just a bit more. They feel the guilt weighing on their chest again, like a heavy animal, giving no reprieve or time to get air into their lungs.

"Hey…" they say quietly, "…can we…umm…talk this out? Because this feels…"Naomi stutters, struggling to find the right words to say.

"…bad," they finally breathe out.

“This…feels— bad?” you ask, almost a little confused, tone still defeated and annoyed.

Naomi bites their lip as they hear your response, the confusion and annoyance in your voice evident at their simplistic answer.

They close their eyes and take a deep breath, trying to compose themselves.

"No, no, this isn't just bad…it's like, a train wreck," they finally say, starting to get slightly frustrated again. "This fight is...the biggest one we've had in, I don't know how long... maybe ever. We haven't even had a small one in forever. You and I are always on the same page."

There's a pregnant pause. Naomi can hear you breathing, the sounds of the road accompanying your deep breaths.

“Do you still love me?” you ask quietly, voice insecure and small.

Naomi feels like they just got punched in the mouth. The shock and hurt that pairs with the realization that this isn’t just a fight rocks Naomi to their core. Had their actions pushed you so far that you think this might be over? That Naomi might not love you anymore?

Naomi feels the air sucked out of their lungs, their skin feels like it’s on fire. You are everything. There’s nothing without you and nothing Naomi wouldn’t do for you. They want you to be their wife, the mother of their children (still undecided about that), and their life partner. Naomi never wants you to doubt their love for you and yet, here you are asking exactly that.

Naomi's heart shatters as your tone makes them realize how far this has gone.

"Yes, of course, I love you," they say, sounding a little angry and confused at how you could question that. "Why are you asking me that? How could you ask me that?"

Naomi feels their heart race at this moment, confused about how this suddenly turned so serious. How could you go from not wanting to talk to them to questioning the very nature of their love in an hour?

“But are you in love with me? Do you wanna still be with me?” You ask, voice shaky and a little crackly over the Bluetooth in you car.

"Yes!" Naomi says, their voice raised slightly. "W-what is going on right now?!" they ask. "Of course, I'm still in love with you! What the hell is this? Please let me know why you're thinking about these things." They pause for a moment, starting to feel a little bit hurt by your question.

There's another pregnant pause. Naomi can hear you stutter, like you want to say something but cant find the words. They can visualize it now, your jaw slack, eyes wide and doe-like, trying to find a way to communicate, and even after the devastating blow that was your questions, Naomi feels nothing but annoyance.

"I am not the one making this harder than it should be…" they mutter.

“Because of that! Why are you so angry with me all the time? Why can’t I spend 5 minutes with you when you’re not talking about MUNA or on your phone or computer? Why can Kelli and Jo go and do things? Why can Katie go on vacation? Why can't you and I do those things? Why are we struggling to be on the same page? What about me makes it so difficult for you to give me time when I’m telling you how I’m feeling?” you ask in a slight, passionate tone laced with hurt.

Naomi stops talking as you start going off, trying to process what you're saying.

You're speaking only facts, things Naomi had denied before but now realizes might actually be true. Naomi never intended for you to feel like this. Naomi has always preached about a work-life balance, never wanting to be blinded by the work they do, so much so that they forget how to be a good partner. And even though you're right, they feel caught off guard, feeling like you're angry at them for something that, at least in Naomi's mind, was done unintentionally.

"I…" they begin to say. "I…don't know."

“Is it me? Is something wrong with me?” you ask, Naomi’s heart cracking into a million pieces.

If there was a question that would shatter Naomi's heart right now, that was it.

"No, no no no! Nothing is wrong with you," they say quickly.

Their words seem to be doing little to soothe your feelings, and for a second, they realize that this "fight" might actually be the beginning of an end.

"It's not you…" they start to say. "I mean it's…it's…" they feel a lump in their throat as they start not knowing what to say anymore.

“If it’s not me, then I— I can’t understand why everyone gets your time but me,” you say, tone defeated and sad, voice so small and unsure of yourself, humiliated that you're allowing yourself to sound like this.

Naomi feels a tidal wave of guilt wash over them after hearing your voice, knowing it's killing you inside to feel so small and like you need to beg for attention. Naomi paces, suddenly feeling anxious at the realization that they are truly the villain, pushing you back into the feelings you had in your childhood, having always promised to be better than what you had before.

"Please, sweetheart, it's not like that, you know that," they say, sounding desperately like they are trying to find the right thing to say to make you feel better.

"I've just…been stressed and overwhelmed and, yeah it doesn't give me the right to ignore you like I have, but it's…but it's not personal. I just…." they trail off, not knowing how to finish that sentence. They're starting to feel defeated and confused themselves, not knowing why they've acted the way they have.

You sniffle softly, Naomi's eyes squeezing shut, their fingers pinching the bridge of their nose as they hear you cry softly.

"I didn't mean to fight with you," they manage to say quietly.

Naomi feels lost now, the feeling of remorse and guilt taking over their body again. They don't want this; they want to fix things, to work it out.

“I’m tired Nomi,” you say softly, tone defeated and exhausted. The pet name for Naomi sent a dagger through their heart, the name usually used in between kisses or giggles, sounding sweet and soft from your lips sounds drained now.

They can hear how defeated and tired you sound and know that they've done something terribly wrong. But they're just unsure of what to do to remedy the situation right now.

"Maybe we just need some sleep, and when we are recharged and rested, we can..." they suggest quietly.

“I’m tired,” you say, cutting them off, voice soft but definitive.

Naomi's blood runs cold. Tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of begging for normalcy, and regular conversation. Tired of being ignored or forgotten about. Tired.

"I…I know you're tired, honey," Naomi chokes up, sitting down on the couch, elbows resting on their knees.

"I'm sorry..." they start, breathing out, "I- you don't deserve to feel this tired, can we... do you want to talk about this after you get some rest? Are you almost at Jo's?" Noami asks softly, defeat lacing their words.

“Yeah...will you have time?” you ask, snark missing from your voice genuinely asking.

"Yes!" Naomi says quickly. "Of course, I'll have time to talk to you, whenever you want, I'm not doing anything else important."

Naomi pauses momentarily, feeling more confused by your question.

"Did you think I'd tell you no?" they ask.

“…Yes?” you respond softly, pulling into Jo and Kelli's driveway.

Naomi is stunned to hear that answer. They're speechless for a second, not sure of how to respond. Earlier when you asked it was snarky, this was a genuine question... had Naomi really proven to be so dismissive?

"Honey…you know that I don't think of you as a distraction that I need to get rid of?" they ask, with a tinge of sadness and frustration in their tone.

"…you know you're my favorite person in the whole world, right?" they ask with no snark in their voice, just genuine concern and confusion.

“I... it just hasn’t felt that way for the last few weeks…” you respond, staring at Jo and Kelli's front door, deciding its now or never, the opportunity has presented itself to have a real conversation about this.

Naomi is quiet for a moment. "…has it been that long?" they ask quietly.

This is beginning to hit Naomi harder and harder the deeper this conversation gets. You've been trying to communicate with them, and Naomi hasn't been listening, not really. Half listening at best.

"Are you saying you haven't felt like my favorite person for a few weeks?" they ask curiously, shame in their words.

“Naomi it’s been like a month,” you say softly, voice muffled. Naomi can practically visualize you running your hands over your face in frustration like you do.

Naomi's heart drops. A month…so this has been building up for longer than they realized. They feel their skin start to heat up. You've felt upset and neglected for a month, and Naomi didn't even realize it.

"Oh my god…" they groan. "…What the hell have I been doing?"

That question is more rhetorical than anything, but it's like it escaped, the utter stupidity that Noami feels is escaping out of every pore. "You've been trying to talk to me about this, and I've been…ignoring you…"

“Not so much ignoring but… distracted yeah… and I get it, I’m not… I’m not asking you to put me above MUNA; I know how much you love the band, and I would never ask you to choose. I just feel like,… what’s the point anymore? I’m practically begging you to pay attention to me,” you say, verbalizing the very thoughts Naomi had gathered in the last 15 minutes of this conversation.

They have spent so much time focused on their work and on the band's new album, and not nearly enough time putting it aside to give you the attention, love, and reassurance that you deserve in a partnership.

"You feel…like you're begging for my attention…?" they ask quietly. "Is…that really how you feel?"

“I mean I left the house today and you got mad and it’s like… you were supposed to come with me… we had plans, I— Emilia’s baby shower was today, and you just—“ you stammer, overwhelmed by the bluntness of this interaction.

Naomi feels a lump in their throat as they think about that. "Emilia's baby shower was today…? Honey, you didn't tell me, did you?" Naomi's voice is filled with confusion and guilt. "Why didn't you tell me you needed me to go with you to this?"

“Naomi, I did, multiple times I mean you even asked me why I was dressed up this morning before we fought. It was in the goddamn calendar! I shouldn't have to ask you to go to events with me!” you say, voice riddled with annoyance and a defensiveness that surprises Naomi.

Naomi feels what's left of their heart drop into their stomach. "I…I don't…remember you telling me…" They take a deep breath, trying to process that information. How did they not remember you were going to a baby shower this morning? Of course, that's why you were dressed up all pretty and holding a gift bag. And it was for Emilia, your close friend, not just some acquaintance.

"God, what…what is wrong with me…" they say, sounding like they're fighting the urge to cry.

“Because I talk and you don’t listen, this is what I’ve been trying to say. It’s why I’m questioning if you even want this anymore! You’ve never been like this, and if there’s something deeper you need to tell me, I can’t keep doing this,” you say with finality.

Naomi starts to tear up, their heart filled with shame as they listen to you talk. You're telling Naomi something they already know in their heart; they just didn't want to fully accept that they hadn't been fully present in the relationship.

"That's…not…I want this, honey …" they whisper. They feel like they're struggling to get the words out, like climbing out of a burning house, trying to save what's inside. "You're my best friend…you're the love of my life, and I want this more than anything…"

They pause momentarily, letting these words sink in for both of you.

“Then fucking act like it!” you exclaim, finally fed up. “I’ve been with you through two album productions and releases, and we haven’t had this issue, so if I’m not the problem and it really is the album and you are so overwhelmed fucking ask Katie and Jo to help you and act like you want to marry me,” you say, definitiveness in your voice, leaving nothing unsaid.

Naomi feels their heart sink even further as they hear how you are talking to them right now. And you're right. Naomi knows you're right, they hadn't been present or attentive or caring, but hearing you express it so pointedly this way still hurts.

"I…I want to marry you." Their voice falters and breaks as they say this, their sadness and shame coming through loudly in their tone. "I do."

“Okay,” you breathe out, unsure where to go from here.

Unbeknownst to Naomi, Kelli sees you sitting in the driveway, opening the door and waving with a sad smile.

“Look um, Kelli just opened the door so— I’m going to go in…”

Naomi feels the spot where their heart used to be pulse, feeling like something is crawling up their throat, struggling to breathe. They want to fix this right now, they need to.

"Can you talk for a second longer, please? I know you probably need some space, but I'm starting to realize how little I've given you these last few weeks…" their voice is filled with sadness and guilt. "Please…can we talk about this in person?" they ask quietly, not even caring how desperate they sound.

It takes everything in Naomi to try and mask the disappointment they're feeling, knowing that they wanted more time to fix this problem that they've caused.

"It's getting late I- I'm tired, I'm not driving back to the house now," you explain softly, rubbing your face.

"Right, yeah... no I get it," Naomi mumbles, wiping their eyes.

There's a long pause, the only sounds that can be heard are breathing from each other.

"I'm sorry I've been so distant lately, I do love you…I love you more than anything, honey" they say softly.

“I know, Nomi."

Naomi feels like they're on fire. Your response doesn't contain you saying "i love you" back. Naomi is quiet for a minute, digesting everything you've talked about. They start to notice how quiet the line has become and wonder if you've hung up.

"Are you still there?" they ask quietly.

“Yeah."

"Can…can you do me a favor then, please?" Naomi says quietly, their voice sounding small and vulnerable.

"Can you just…tell me that you love me?" they ask.

“Naomi—“ you start before Naomi cuts you off, really needing to hear that you love them, even if they don’t deserve it.

"Just…just say it, please," they plead, their voice small and full of anxiety; sharp intakes of breath are doing nothing to halt the turbulence in Naomi's chest.

“Naomi, take a deep breath,” you say delicately; Naomi can hear shuffling and the car door slamming as you get out of your car. Naomi takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm in this moment,

"Please say that you still love me," they beg gingerly.

“Naomi, I love you, I do… okay? I wouldn’t have gotten this upset if I didn’t," you respond tenderly, leaning against your car.

"Are you wearing your ring?" Naomi whispers.

"I’m still wearing my ring; please take a deep breath,” you say gently.

Naomi feels their heart soften a little after hearing you say those words. The guilt creeps in when they realize that even after hurting you, you're still comforting them. They hate how confident it makes them to know you're still wearing your ring. They feel terrible about this whole thing and about how much they've hurt you, but you wearing your ring gives them hope that this is something they can come back from.

"I'm so sorry, baby, so so sorry. I'm sorry I've been…distancing myself like this, honey…it's not right. Can you…can you forgive me?" Naomi asks quietly.

“We’ll talk tomorrow, Naomi, okay?” you say, walking towards the front door. Kelli's eyes are full of empathy, staring you down. Jo stands behind her, furrowing her brows at your tear-stained face.

Naomi stays silent, feeling like a creep for trying to hear your surroundings, hating that youre at Jo and Kelli's instead of home with them.

"Tomorrow, okay. I love you," they say quietly, wanting to hear those words from you again before hanging up.

“Tomorrow… try to get some sleep,” you say, knowing Naomi probably won't sleep, the same as you.

"I will," Naomi says quietly, hoping they sound convincing, wincing when they realize you've always been able to see right through them. "…can I call you tomorrow or should I just wait for you to call me?" they ask nimbly.

“I’ll come home after work; how does that sound?” you ask, voice light and delicate now that you're in the comfort of your friends' home.

Naomi feels a wave of relief washes over her at the thought of getting to fix this face-to-face tomorrow. "Yes, okay, that sounds great; okay, goodnight," they say quietly, ready to hang up before something crosses their mind. "Oh, um, one more thing…" they feel the weight of the impending question on their chest.

"How was the baby shower?" they ask, ashamed.

You sigh softly. Naomi can see how you rub your eyes when you sigh in their mind. “It was— it was good, yeah… Emilia missed you, I— I covered for you, told her you were busy… I think you would’ve enjoyed it,” you say tenderly, trying not to add on to the growing list of grievances.

"Oh…"Naomi suddenly feels a flash of guilt hit them as you mention how Emilia missed them. They hate the thought of that.

"I'm sorry I missed that, and I'm really sorry that you had to explain my absence," they stutter, apologetic and guilty. "What did you tell her…about why I wasn't there? Just…busy, or did you say anything more than that?"

“Naomi, I’ll— we can talk tomorrow, yeah? When I get back to the house, I— I gotta go,” you say softly, Jo and Kelli's concerned faces watching you as you hold your head in your hands, trying to stop yourself from crying.

Naomi feels a lump in their throat as they realize you're trying to get off the phone. "Okay…yeah. Okay, that's fine…we'll talk tomorrow." There's hurt in their voice as they say this; they hate sleeping tonight without fixing this. The thought of not sleeping in the same bed makes Naomi nauseated. The worst part is that Naomi is why you're not curled up in your shared bed right now.

"Okay, goodnight, I- I love you...so much," they say genuinely, words cracking.

“Goodnight,” you whisper right before you hang up.

Naomi stares blankly for a minute, trying to calm down and compose themselves. Their heart feels like it was ripped out, and knowing that you probably feel worse makes it feel like it's being stomped on. They can't believe how they've treated you the last few weeks, the missed calls and dates, the lack of communication, the whole co-existing in the same house like roommates is too much for Naomi to think about without spiraling. All they want to do is hold you and tell you how sorry they are. But they know you aren't in the mood for that; you want some space, and Naomi plans to respect that.

As they crawl into bed later that night, your cat and dog occupying the space that is yours, Naomi lets themselves cry, before shaking it off and coming up with a plan to get you back and be the best partner they can be.

[boywithpinkcarnation]

wait guys i’m bored send me munagenius related asks and ill kiki with y’all

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[anathemaloren]

flowers and tea

Naomi McPherson x fem!florist!reader

🌼Warnings - 2 curse words? and english is not my first language

🌼Genre - fluff (i guess)

🌼Word count - 3.4k (WHAT?!)

🌼Notes - OH MY GOD, you don't know how much time I've spent writing this like 3k words???? that's just crazy. also, i wrote this in several classes at school, sorry arturo, montse and chus 🙏🏼 and this is dedicated to carolina who tried to peek into the story and i didn't let her, luv ya bubs

Having her own shop was a dream and a nightmare at the same time for Y/n L/n.  Paying the bills, keeping the flowers beautiful the whole day through, being all day on her feet or dealing with rude costumers were all things Y/n wished she could get rid of. But at the same time, she truly loved her job. Being able to surround herself with flowers was a dream come true, and seeing a smile on the face of a happy customer really made her day. Plus, the shop was in a strategic place in Los Angeles where sometimes famous people came through, and she even had a few celebrities who were usual shoppers. Lucy Dacus stopped from time to time to buy flowers in order to dry them, and considered Y/n a friend. Pedro Pascal always bought flowers for his sister from Y/n, and Ashton Irwin loved to stop by for a chat about how to keep his plants as beautiful as Y/n’s. So, Y/n shouldn’t fall easily for a star, right?

          It was a slow day, so Y/n busied herself rearranging flowers on the back of the shop. She was calmly arranging a bouquet of lilies when she heard the bell on top of the door and a pair of shoes rushing in. Curious about who would come bursting in like that, she lowered the volume of the Glenn Miller vinyl that was playing on the background and stepped into the front of the shop while cleaning her hands on her apron. She then saw a person looking like they had run for 10 kilometres, with curls sticking to their red face, and trying to catch some air.

          “Hi.” Y/n said calmly “Can I help you with something?” she asked. “Yeah, I think you would be unbelievably helpful right now” they said, making Y/n chuckle amused. “Tell me, what can I do for you?” she said, taking her notebook out, just in case she needed to write something down. The person standing on the other side of the counter leaned a bit on it and tried to arrange the curls around their head. “It’s my mum’s birthday, and I’ve been so busy that I completely forgot about buying her something, and I love her very much I can’t just not buy her anything, and I’m meeting her tonight, I can’t show up empty handed” they said without stopping, catching a quick deep breath “. So Lucy told me to come here and say to you that she sent me and that you could arrange something with flowers that have meaning for, like… now… could you?” they finished, looking expectantly at Y/n. The girl just blinked a few times, taking all the information in. “Which Lucy sent you?” she asked, testing the person’s connection to her, not truly trusting them yet, even though they looked like a decent person to her. “Ummm… Lucy Dacus?” they said, with caution. Y/n visibly lighted up, smiling at the thought of the black haired girl recommending her to her friends. “Well, you should’ve started with that.” She said, turning around and starting to walk to the back of the shop, turning around again to gesture to the still nameless person to follow her back.

          If the front of the shop was a dream, full of aromatic plants and antique furniture, the back of it was another level of etherealism. Besides another huge amount of plants and flowers, one wall was a window wall, made out of old looking stained glass of art déco style. There was a table with two chairs were Y/n would have tea, sometimes with someone else, and behind the table there was a bookshelf with heaps of books about flowers and their care and meanings. In the middle of the room there was a worktable with a few half-arranged bouquets of lilies of different colours. Y/n moved with ease around the space, and she turned to face the stranger once she got to the workbench, only to find said stranger with their mouth half opened in awe.

          “Are you okay?” Y/n asked, slightly amused with the reaction she was witnessing. The stranger blinked a few times as if to come out of some sort of trance, and responded after centering themselves in the conversation again “Yeah, yeah, fine” they said, making Y/n’s smile a bit brighter. “I’m Naomi, by the way” the stranger said, finally giving a name to the curious person. “Oh, yeas, from Muna, right?” Y/n said, eliciting a nod from Naomi. “Lucy has told me so much about all of you, I don’t know how I couldn’t recognize you the moment you walked in” she said, making Naomi smile a bit. “She really talks about me to you?” Naomi asked, feeling a wave of affection for their friend. “Yeah, she talks about all of you all the time” Y/n said, giggling a bit “. I almost feel like I know you personally sometimes, although meeting you in person makes me realize she forgot to mention some things” she said, standing behind the working table and moving the flowers around to make space for others. “Like what?” Naomi asked, furrowing their brows, thinking that maybe they had given a terrible first impression, when they had been mesmerized with Y/n since they had seen her. The girl standing opposite to them smiled at them coyly before saying nonchalantly “For starters, she forgot to mention you are even more handsome on real life than on pictures.” The comment made the curly haired blush, not expecting the sweet looking florist to be so flirty and straightforward.

          Naomi’s reaction made Y/n giggle, feeling like she couldn’t stop smiling around them. She didn’t know where the confidence to be so bold had come from, either. She then decided to stop messing around and get to work. “So” she said, clearing her throat before continuing ´´, what did you want for your mum?” Naomi shook their head for a second, pulling themselves together about the flirty comment from before, and answered the question “I truly don’t know, I just want to tell her I love her, and flowers seemed like a good option” they said, being truly bad at flowers. “So you want to send a message with these flowers” Y/n said, looking at Naomi attentively. “Yeah, basically” they answered, doubting a bit about the rightness of their answer. “Well, if you want I can arrange a bouquet with flowers that mean that you love her” Y/n smiled, always loving to do bouquets with deep meanings. “Do you mean flowers mean something specific?” Naomi asked, making Y/n clutch her pearls in feigned offense. “Of course they do! That’s my job you’re talking about!” she said, making Naomi laugh. Y/n smiled and walked over to the bookshelf, picking up and old-looking book, with a pink cover and golden details.

          Y/n sat down on one of the chairs of the table, signalling Naomi to sit in the other one. The florist browsed through the book, in which Naomi could only see beautiful illustrations and paragraphs of what they could guess was information about the flowers in the other page. When Y/n finally had all the information she needed, she closed the book and looked up, only to find the curly haired brunet already looking at her. This discovery made the girl blush and Naomi look away immediately, embarrassed about being caught. Y/n decided not to panic, clearing her throat before speaking “I think I’ve found the ideal flowers” she said “. If you follow me, I can show them to you” she continued, while standing up, already blushing a bit again. Where had all the previous confidence gone? The person now standing in front of her was truly messing with her emotions, and they had only met for roughly 25 minutes, even less.

          Y/n waltzed around the room picking up flowers, oblivious to the mesmerized client who was following her. She picked up the flowers and explained their meanings to Naomi “White carnations mean purity, love and beauty; the azaleas are a symbol of womanhood in China, and they are a symbol of love; daisies symbolize purity and innocence; and camellias represent gratitude and longevity” Although Naomi seemed like they were just hypnotized about the girl’s beauty, her words were also enthralling to them. After coming back with the flowers to the worktable, Y/n asked Naomi about their opinion, at which they could only stutter an OK, making the girl working in the bouquet blush and giggle.

          When she finished the bouquet, the mixture of carnations, daisies, azaleas and camellias looked beautiful. Y/n’s talent was something that had Naomi’s mouth open in amazement. Their head couldn’t wrap around the fact that two hands and a few flowers had given such result, the florist’s talent oozing from every aspect of the bouquet. Besides from the big possibility of their mum loving the bouquet, Naomi had also fallen in love with the care and talent Y/n had shown making it. Maybe they had also fallen for the hands responsible of such beauty, and the person who controlled them with so much grace.

          Y/n finished wrapping the bouquet, not really wanting Naomi to leave her shop. But she knew she couldn’t stop a big ass pop star that surely wasn’t going to fall for her. “I think this is finished” she said, nerves flowing through her whole body. “We can go to the front now” she continued, now moving to the front of the shop, bouquet in hand. While Naomi paid with her card, Y/n finished preparing the gift. When she turned around to get the business card she always gave out to first time clients, she hesitated when deciding what complimentary flower to give to Naomi. She finally chose a lavender coloured rose. She nervously put the flower and the card in a bag with the flowers. She didn’t know why she was so shaken, Naomi probably didn’t share her feelings; for fuck’s sake, they had known each other for something more than an hour. When Y/n gave the bag to Naomi their fingers brushed ever so slightly, which resulted in different reactions; Y/n let out a sigh, while Naomi froze immediately. When the florist realized they had spent more time than necessary in that position, she put her hand back as Naomi’s suddenly burned. They just blinked a few times, blushed, turned back and marched through the door mustering a rushed thanks and a farewell. Y/n sighed when Naomi was finally out, leaning on the counter and placing her head between her hands. What a naïve thought, that someone like Naomi McPherson could ever like someone like her. Now, she just had to move on, and try to forget about them.

Lucy Dacus had decided to have a quiet night. She had a nice dinner, placed a few candles and played some soft background music. She then picked up her current read, and with a cup of a delicious tea that Y/n had suggested her, she got ready to relax, plunging down on the armchair she loved the most. That relaxing, though, didn’t last long, as she heard the doorbell ring. She groaned, detangling herself and getting up to open the door. If it was her annoying neighbour again, she was ready to throw hands. However, when she opened the door, there was no nosy neighbour on the other side; instead, Naomi was there, nervously biting her nails, and looking a bit miserable. “Naomi? What are you doing here? Are you okay?” Lucy asked, worried about her friend’s state. “Where the fuck did you send me?” they just said, spreading their arms exasperated. “What?” Lucy just said, sincerely confused. Seeing as the only answer from Naomi was a pair of widened eyes, which lead to Lucy sighing and moving from the door, signalling Naomi to come in. Goodbye, quiet night.

          After a cup of tea, Naomi had calmed down, and they had told Lucy about those afternoon events. “And when I finished dinner with my mum I needed to vent, and as you were the one who told me to go to her, I just…” they finished, trailing down at the end. Lucy nodded in understanding, not needing to hear more from her friend before concluding “So basically, you fell head over heels for her and you think she doesn’t correspond your feelings”. Naomi just mustered a “yeah” while dropping their head in defeat. Lucy nodded again, leaning back on the armchair she was sitting in. “Well, we can kind of know how she feels about you” she said, smiling softly, making Naomi shoot their head up, waiting for a solution for their problems. “Did you keep the flower she gave you with her card?” Lucy said, already knowing the answer. Naomi slowly reached for a pocket in their jacket, taking out a lavender rose. Lucy got up and moved towards a shelf next to a window, where she saw rain starting to pour. She took a book from the shelf, under the curious stare of her friend. The book was a Victorian guide to flower meanings, which Lucy had somehow managed to thrift. She looked through the book sat on the armchair again. She could feel Naomi biting their nails and looking nervously at her. Finally, she found it. “It says here that lavender roses mean…” Lucy stopped, looking kindly at the meaning “It’s a flower that represents enchantment love at first sight” she said, looking again at Naomi, whose mouth was now partly opened in shock and eyes completely opened. They quickly recomposed and started shaking their head in denial. “Come on, Dacus, stop playing” they said, not believing what Lucy was saying. “I’m not” Lucy replied, showing the book to them. Naomi was feeling a weird mix of emotions, between shock, denial and complete confusion, with a tint of utter affection. Was this some kind of sick and twisted joke?

          Naomi got up and started pacing Lucy’s living room, not sure about what that really meant. They knew they had liked Y/n, call it love at first sight if you feel like it, but something had bloomed in that flower shop, and not only the plants. Lucy closed the book and laid back, deciding to leave Naomi to walk around and calm down. They finally did, sitting across Lucy again. Taking a deep breath, the curly haired talked for the first time in the last few minutes, breaking the silence that had settled itself on the room, mixed with the sound of drops of the still pouring rain. “What do you think I should do?” they asked Lucy for advice, with a hint of somewhat fear on their voice. “I can’t decide anything for you” Lucy said, shaking their head. “I’m not asking for instructions, Luce, I want your opinion” Naomi said, in a soft tone. Lucy sighed and leaned towards her friend “Do you like Y/n?” she asked, not really expecting a forward answer. “Yeah, I think I do” Naomi said with a sincere voice, astounding Lucy, who blinked and talked again. “Do you want to tell her that?” “I think I do” they replied again. Lucy questioned Naomi for a third time “I have her address. Do you want me to give it to you?” she said, and spoke again before Naomi could say anything “And don’t say that you think you do” she half-threatened. Her friend closed their mouth, opening it not much of a second later “I truly want her address” Lucy nodded, getting up to write it on a blue piece of paper. When she finished, she folded it and gave it to Naomi, who was standing up, nervously playing with their fingers. The moment they had the paper, they gave a heartfelt hug to Lucy, and then sprinted to the door. Lucy saw them get into their car and smiled softly. She didn’t mind a night not so quiet if it was for the sake of romance.

Y/n was laying on her couch, one feet dangling off it. She laid there, looking at pictures of Naomi on Pinterest, although if someone asked, she was reading the Rilke book that was now laying on the coffee table next to her. She sighed, turning her phone off and keeping to staring to the ceiling. How was she so stupid that she had been so enchanted by someone who had been in her store for an hour. She stood up and picked up the book, deciding it was enough pining for someone she probably would never see again. She read a few pages, but didn’t last long before putting the book in her lap and looking out the window. She looked at the pouring rain, which she loved. She knew she should hate the rain, but she loved the romanticism of it all, even though she knew she would never have her ever so idyllic love confession in the rain.

          Just as she was lost on her thoughts, Y/n heard the doorbell ring. She wondered who the hell would be knocking at that time in the night, even more with that terrible weather, which truly didn’t invite to going out. She kept wondering who it could be as she walked to the door, expecting to see a neighbour or someone trying to sell her some stupid product. However, the only person she found waiting outside of her house was a drenched Naomi. Y/n’s eyes opened wide as she took the sigh in, with her breath getting caught in her throat.

          Y/n talked, although the lump she felt on her throat made it a bit difficult. “What are you doing here?” she said, not being able to move herself from her spot on the door entrance. “I needed to see you” they said, with a tint of hopelessness in their voice. Y/n felt like flowers were blooming in her stomach, with the leaves and petals tickling her stomach. “How did you know where I lived?” Y/n asked again, nerves now flowing through her system. Naomi looked a bit guilty before answering “Lucy gave it to me, I asked her for it”. Y/n made a mental note of scolding her later, but asked the last question she couldn’t stop pondering about. “And why did you want to see me, Naomi?” she said, not sure if she wanted to hear the response. Naomi breathed deeply before replying. “I like you” they said, making Y/n’ world turn upside down in a matter of microseconds. She tried to calm down her breath, that was now working, but too fast for anyone’s liking.

          However, Naomi misinterpreted the silence, thinking that Y/n was somewhat outraged by the statement, apologizing while moving back to what Y/n suspected was their car “I’m sorry, this was a mistake”. Y/n snapped back then, following Naomi to their car with a quick pace “Naomi, wait!” she said, trying to get Naomi to look at her. The curly haired, which hair was now not so curly as it was soaked and stuck to their face, turned around and looked at her with a pained look on their face. Y/n tried to find the words, but they seemed to be stuck to the walls of her throat. Naomi exhaled, turning back once more to unlock their car. Seeing as the opportunity of confessing was slipping through her fingers, Y/n decided to take matter in her own hands… literally. She got closer to Naomi and took their face into their hands, pulling them in for a kiss. The kiss was short and sweet, and Y/n pulled away to see what reaction that had elicited from Naomi. They just stared at Y/n with a look of shock on their face, that didn’t last so long, as their brain decided to finally act. Naomi took Y/n face in her hands and kissed her again, now deepening the kiss. The moment under the rain seemed to last forever, as both their hearts synchronized in loud thumps. When they finally pulled away from one another, the rain kept pouring over them with an astounding force that seemed to mimic the strength of their feelings for one another. They were both soaked as they stood outside of Y/n’s house, smiling to each other like the infatuated idiots that they were.

          “I liked the flower” Naomi said, still not getting away from one another. Y/n laughed, touching her forehead with Naomi’s. “It was not as subtle as I intended it to, I guess” she said, making Naomi laugh now. “I liked it better that way” they voiced, giving a small kiss to the side of Y/n lips. It that was a dream, they both hope they would never wake up.

[outofmydepthatapublicbeach]

jj's masterlist

all of my posts are categorized here!! hopefully, i will continuously update it!!!

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julien baker colored mood boards (completed)

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phoebe bridgers colored mood boards (completed)

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lucy dacus colored moodboards (in progress)

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the boys mood boards (completed)

the boys

julien & phoebe

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lucy & julien

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fluff abcs

julien baker

phoebe bridgers

naomi mcpherson

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headcannons

random julien baker 1

request: julien has a crush on singer!reader at the grammys

request: julien x controversially young!gf

request: jo x oblivious!reader

request: naomi x bassist!reader

julien x tall!reader

request: secret admirer julien x reader

request: naomi x popstar! reader

request: julien x short!reader

request: clubbing with naomi

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fics

on the balcony- Julien Baker x fem!reader

comfort from the rain- Julien Baker x fem!reader

the field- Julien Baker x fem!reader

stargazing- Julien Baker x fem!reader

request: once more to see you by mitski- Julien Baker x fem!reader

request: casual?- Julien Baker x fem!reader

request: morning cuddles- Julien Baker x masc!reader

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blurbs

reader coming out to munagenius

phoebe comforts reader after a call from readers dad

reader has an ex in munagenius from years ago-> then dates another member a few years later

more phoebe comfort

katie comfort with comphet reader w/ boyfriend

phoebe comfort reader in the bunks

munagenius comforting reader who comes out

short: julien comforts reader in the bunk

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series

Julien Baker x lacy!reader- part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part5??(maybe???)

[gingerjolover]

for halloween maybe...naomi and gf carve pumpkins and the gf teaches them how to wash and cook the pumpkin seeds

ok since halloween is over....hear me out

naomi and gf already carved pumpkins for Halloween but DIDN'T save the seeds because naomi was like already elbow deep in their pumpkin and throwing all the guts in the trash

but then naomi hears your family or sees something on insta about pumpkin seeds and comes home with two pumpkins and is like "we didn't cook the seeds!!!"

"Nomi you threw your seeds out..."

"Because I wasn't thinking!"

"Its literally November..."

"Then make an autumnal pumpkin babydoll, let me have this," Noami literally whines, like dropping the pumpkins down with a thud

and i feel like you're rubbing Naomi's shoulders bc they're just bouncing around all excited

you lay down a able cloth or something and then get a big bowl of ice water while naomi cuts the pumpkins open

"what's the ice water for?"

"the seeds will float the top and the guts will stay on the bottom so when you get those big chunks with seeds in, you put it in the ice water and rinse them to separate them,"

"ohhhhh"

cleaning out the pumpkins together <3

"I'm rearranging this pumpkins guts....👀"

"NAOMI!"

once the pumpkins are cleaned out, naomi has their hands in the water, def whining about the temp, but separating all the seeds while you're scooping them off the top with a slotted spoon

eventually naomi is like "bro my hands are cold can we switch?"

"never heard that before...👀"

"BABE!"

y'all let the seeds dry out while you carve pumpkins

naomi is def carving a swear word in there which compared to your leaves you're like "really?"

"sweet or salty, baby?"

and naomi is like riddled with decisions just like wide eyed and looking down

you just end up doing both and doing to trays, one sweet one salty

once they're done and cooled, you and naomi sit on your back porch, they 1000% manspread always and then you're just curled into their side as they feed you pumpkin seeds :(

"we're doing this every year from now on," and they say it so casually you're like 🥹

[gingerjolover]

waking up and going sleep thinking abt naomi angst its getting weird may have to see a doctor

i will prioritize you’re losing me just for you baby

(i was gonna be like i’m the only doctor u need but it sounds weird tbh)

[gingerjolover]

bruno baby - naomi mcpherson (muna) x soft!gf/fem!reader

Warnings: RPF, fluffy fluff, smutty talk? but not smut you hornballs, no fundamental physical descriptors except hair that fingers can run through?

g's notes: wow...gingy posting late... who woulda thot.... anyways this is like 4 requests combined (when soft!gf and naomi adopt their pup, fluffy naomi vday, fluffy valentines morning w naomi, and naomi fluff) okay love u all! smut tomorrow! WHO SAID THAT?

also still have to fix all my tags and put my stuff on ao3 but i have some time now bc work hasn't started, once again thank you all for being patient wish i could give all of u a fat kiss on the mouth (consensually)

The sun beams through the sheer curtains, a gentle welcomed breeze entering the room through a cracked window. Naomi wakes up, squinting their eyes, almost confused by their surroundings. You both had only been in the apartment for a few weeks, having finally got settled in between the last tour and the new album recording. They turn over softly, trying not to shake you awake smiling at you laying beside them. The expanse of your bare back calls to Naomi, their lips pressing into the middle between your shoulder blades before putting one hand behind their head, the other absentmindedly stroking your skin in slow, careless patterns.

“Hm?” you hum softly, feeling Naomi’s fingers up and down your back.

“Good morning, sunshine,” they whisper, unable to keep the smile off their face when they wake up next to you. They keep stroking your skin, running their hand from your shoulder down your back, movements soft and gentle, trying to let you wake up gradually. After a while they pause, just resting their hand in the middle of your back, basking in your presence.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you mumble gently, turning over in their arms, your hands gently running over their torso, thumb brushing their scar softly.

Naomi blushes slightly at the touch of your hands over the scar and they sigh happily, leaning over to kiss you softly on the lips. Their gaze is adoring, loving the softness of your skin, the lightness of touch.

“Happy Valentine’s baby,” they respond, voice gentle.

“What time is it?” you squint, leaning over and pushing your face into their neck, kissing it gingerly.

Naomi laughs softly, smiling against your body as they check the time. “10:43,” they reply in a quiet tone, before kissing the top of your head. They nuzzle against you and they sigh contentedly. “I was meant to wake up with a different plan,” they murmur against your skin, speaking so softly you have to press your ear to their mouth to hear. The words are sweet, voice light - even if you can’t hear them clearly, the tone alone tells you enough.

“Oh yeah, what was that?” you ask cheekily, kissing below their ear, hand hovering over your eyes as it’s bright in your room.

“Mmmm…it was a little bit spicier,” they murmur, their voice a little bit huskier than before, a small chuckle accompanying their words. “But maybe for later.” Naomi kisses your temple gently as they continue to hold you, running fingers through your hair and playing with the strands. “Sleep well?”

“You’re such a tease,” you groan, wrapping your arms around their torso, resting your head on their shoulder. “I slept good,” you smile against their skin, kissing their shoulder before you yawn.

“I’m a tease?” they ask playfully, laughing softly as they give you a tiny kiss on your forehead. The words carry a small chuckle and they continue smiling, resting their cheek against you.

“Did you dream of anything?” Naomi asks.

“Mhm,” you shake your head softly “Not that I can remember,” you pout, cheek squished against their shoulder.

“Not even a little bit? Naomi looks at you, their features shifting into a playful, teasing mode. “Not anything at all?” they ask, leaning over and kissing your forehead again. They try to be serious but the amusement is clear in their voice and their expression.

“What are you on about?” you groan. Naomi’s hands move back to your skin, rubbing the expanse of your back, calloused fingers against your smooth skin.

“Mmmm I dunno…just thought you maybe dreamt about me.” Naomi grins, kissing your earlobe softly, their voice still with a hint of humor. Their hands move slowly, touch lingering at all the right places.

“Thought that maybe you missed me, even while in dreamland,” they whisper, voice hushed but clear, a small giggle accompanying their words.

“Do you miss me even while in dreamland?” you ask, leaning up to them, one hand in the middle of their bare chest, nose resting against theirs.

Naomi sighs contentedly when you lean towards them and leans their own head forward. The two of you are face to face now, their fingers pausing to run through your hair. “You know I do.” they reply. “I always do.” Naomi’s voice is soft, gentle, and tender. Their gaze is soft and loving. Their words are a declaration of sorts, one that can only be made after you both decided to move in together, taking your relationship to the next level.

“Hmm… you’re so cheesy,” you giggle, rubbing your nose with Naomi’s.

“Yeah?” Naomi asks excitedly, the expression is playful, teasing, but there’s also a hint of eagerness to their voice. They move their mouth to yours, leaning in to kiss you softly. Their hands move back to your hair, caressing you tenderly.

“I’m cheesy?” they ask teasingly, their voice a little bit breathy after you've released their lips, your kisses having left Naomi breathless. “And I’m the tease?”

You giggle, connecting your lips again. Your hand moves to the back of Naomi’s neck, trying to deepen the kiss, but Naomi stops you, humming and then laughing softly as they pull away, breaking contact with a small smile, clearly amused by your enthusiasm.

“Mmm…someone’s eager aren’t they?” Naomi whispers, before kissing your cheek softly.

“You said you meant to wake me up with something,” you pout. “Are you not in the mood?” you ask, pulling your head back slightly, looking into Naomi's eyes to make sure you're not overstepping.

“Mmm,” Naomi’s voice is soft and gentle, they kiss your forehead again. They pause for a moment as their eyes move downwards for a split second, looking at your lips, then back to your eyes.

“Oh, I’m in the mood,” they reply breathily, voice low and husky, their tone tinged with a playful, teasing note.

“But…?” you ask, knowing there’s a "but" coming.

“But…” Naomi shrugs their shoulders slightly, but they lean down and kiss you, their hand caressing your chin softly, pulling you in. They move their tongue inside to meet yours, the movement slow and deep as if to memorize the way you taste. Naomi's movements are slow and lazy, but calculated, eyes half lidded when they pull away.

“We have plans,” Naomi says, smirking, loving that they can leave you breathless this time.

“You’re such a dick you know that?” you whine.

“Mmm I knowww,” Naomi giggles, sounding incredibly pleased with themselves. They shift to kiss the corner of your mouth, lips pressing small tender kisses to your face.

“Wanna guess what we’re going to do?” Naomi asks in a mischievous tone.

“Wait do you actually have a plan?” you ask face dropping slightly, you both had agreed on a "no gifts" and "chill" valentines day since you both were moving into this new apartment.

“Naomi don’t play around— we agreed,” you say, half-stern.

“Mmm…” Naomi grins slightly, their lips curving up into a tiny smirk as they see how you react. The playful tone remains as they look at you with a teasing expression but their tone softens slightly. Their hands moving down your back, rubbing over you ass softly, resting their hand.

“Baby.” Naomi whispers, voice full of affection. “It’s fine, I promise. I’ve been planning it for a while, I know what we agreed to…but this isn’t a gift.”

“It’s not a gift? Then what is it? An activity?” you ask confused, head cocked to the side slightly.

“Mhm…sure...it's an activity,” Naomi grins, leaning in and giving you a quick kiss before they speak again. “But it’s been planned out beforehand, so…don’t worry, okay?”

Naomi’s tone is reassuring. All the signs point to a fun, enjoyable activity for you both as their hands continue to caress your body, thumbs gently running over your backside in broad circles.

“Just trust me,” they whisper.

“This is— I’m so confused,” you groan softly, Naomi’s hands settling on your ribcage as they laugh lightly.

“Just let go and let yourself enjoy the surprise. I promise everything’s okay.” Naomi whispers, their voice soft, tender, and comforting.

You get the sense from Naomi that it’s a good idea to go with the flow this time, and just let them guide you. It’s been planned before and clearly, Naomi has been looking forward to this. Your body is in safe hands with them. Your heart is beating fast though, with a mix of anticipation and confusion.

You nod gently, leaning back in to kiss Naomi’s cheeks.

“When are we going?” you ask softly. Naomi turns to the clock on their bedside table. “Soon,” Naomi says with a hint of mischief. Their playful tone rings true and they lean in to kiss your forehead. “Just relax, breathe.” Naomi whispers, their hands massaging your waist gently. They kiss your neck softly, you can feel their smirk as their features are obscured from you.

“What do I wear?” you asks softly, moaning gently at Naomi’s sweet kisses to your neck.

Naomi purrs softly and they break contact temporarily. They move their hands lower and press against the small of your back. “Whatever you feel comfortable in, baby. The activity doesn’t really require anything specific. Oh…but it’d be good if it’s something easy to move around in. You don’t want anything too dressy.” Naomi’s tone is still playful but their words are genuine.

“What are you up to?” you ask suspiciously, sitting up in bed, hair messy, eyes puffy as you wipe your face with tiredness.

“Nothing.. just go get ready.” Naomi grins, voice still playful but the tone is still reassuring. They lean back and grab your hips, hands stroking your back and ass in a slow, sensual rhythm. Their gaze is full of adoration and affection.

You huff, kissing Naomi quickly before getting up and stretching, Naomi laying in bed, bare torso exposed with their arms behind their head as they watch you move about the room.

Naomi watches you with a small smile as you stretch and move around the room. The late morning light filters through the curtains, leaving sunbeams on your bed and dresser. They don’t move, just taking in a view as they watch you brush your teeth and wash your face. Their eyes scan your body and they let out a contented sigh.

“You getting up, Nomi?” you ask sweetly from the bathroom.

Naomi grunts in response and props their head up a little bit to see you better, smirking at your bare chest. They yawn briefly as they try to rub their eyes and wake themselves up. They seem to take note of you looking over at their bare torso, smiling softly and rolling their eyes at your question.

“Mhm…just a second. Need to wake myself up too.” they reply in a sleepy, drowsy tone. They let out another huge yawn and stretch their body, letting their limbs hang down over the sides of the bed.

“Want me to start the shower?” you ask softly.

“Please, that would be great.” Naomi replies, groaning slightly and shifting up a little bit, letting you see their entire back as they lean forward as they sit on the side of the bed. They move their eyes over their shoulder to look at you. Their gaze is soft and loving, the expression in their eyes shows affection and adoration as they smile softly, waiting for you to leave for the shower, hearing it turn on.

You smile and wink, heading towards the walk in closet, leaving the bathroom for them to go shower.

Naomi hums softly as you leave. Their gaze trails after you for a beat and they turn away, leaning forward once you’re gone and moving their body up, stretching. They pause for a moment and take in a deep breath. They let it out and then rise up, grabbing their phone off the bedside table next to them.

Music plays from Naomi's phone as you get dressed. Sitting in a simple outfit, criss cross in front of your floor length mirror, doing some basic makeup. When Naomi exits, bare torso damp in a pair of boxers, they smirk lightly, loving watching you do your makeup.

A low whistle leaves Noami's mouth, eyebrows raised softly, an expression of intrigue playing on their features as they push their tongue up to their teeth, eyes scanning you.

“Don’t be weird,” you laugh, tapping your beauty blender into your skin.

Naomi chuckles quietly, standing a little bit behind you. Their eyebrows are still slightly raised and you can almost imagine a small grin on their face, not quite visible from your position and yet still obvious.

“No, but seriously, you look good.” Naomi is still grinning as they move closer, standing above you they speak, their voice low and intimate. Their hands come to rest on your shoulders, squatting so that they can shift your body slightly to wrap their arms around you. Their breath is hot on your neck.

You turn your face and pucker your lips for a kiss, Naomi hums gently as your lips meet.. Their hands stroke your arms tenderly. They press their lips to your ear to whisper. It’s a soft, gentle voice, their tone affectionate and their words playful. “You really do look that good, baby.”

“Go put clothes on you goof,” you breathe out lightly, relishing in Naomi’s affection.

Naomi grunts and shifts slightly, lifting their body back up. They lean down and kiss the top of your head, before standing and patting the top of your head affectionately, walking to the closet to get dressed. You smile at their bare, muscly back as you move to apply some mascara.

Naomi comes out from the wardrobe, fully clothed, admiring your features. The way your eyes look as your applying the mascara, the way your hand is steady and moves with a level of dexterity, mouth slightly agape. As you move they watch you, and the eyes are as affectionate and loving as ever. Their gaze lingers on you, moving over your curves, their knees pushing against your back lightly as a signal to hurry up, a small smile and bright eyes make contact with yours in the mirror.

The doorbell rings, Naomi heads downstairs to intercept the flower delivery and the secret pastries they ordered. And when your both downstairs, kissing between sips of coffee and bites of pastry, Naomi's whispering affectionate sentiments as they pull you into their arms. Four songs later, all considerably fast for how slow you move together, through twirls and dips, Naomi's hands support your body. Confident in how the spin you gracefully, muscles tensing as they dip you lower, the fourth song ending as Naomi playfully holds you in a deep dip, strong hand centered on your back, pressing a searing kiss to your throat.

"Love you," Naomi murmurs, kissing your lips tenderly, hands sliding down to rest in the back pockets of your jeans.

"Love you more," you smile, kissing their chin softly as you stand wrapped in each others arms in the middle of the kitchen.

Naomi smiles at you as they observe you with a hint of amusement, you both share a smile.

“Come on babydoll, let’s get going…” Naomi whispers, their eyes still fixed on yours.

You both grab your belongings, your purse usually the dumping ground for Naomi’s keys and wallet and anything else they bring. You both get in the car, Naomi choosing to drive since they know where to go.

They drive carefully, with one hand on the wheel and the other reaching over to rest on your thigh. Naomi hums with contented affection as they look at you. They pause for a moment and glance at you with a playful tone. Their brows are raised slightly, a small grin plays on their lips as they look at you.

“What’re you looking at?” you tease back gently.

Naomi laughs softly and they glance back to the road. Their voice is slightly teasing as they reply.

“Just enjoying the view. It’s quite nice.” Their voice is low and it has a hint of playfulness to it. They keep driving, glancing at you a few times with that same expression on their face.

“Such a dork,” you giggle softly, hand rubbing their wrist, their thumb moving back forth on your thigh, as you move to lean your head onto their shoulder.

Naomi laughs again and they smile gently in response as they keep driving the car. Their hand moves to hold yours gently as their thumb rubs your palm gently.

It takes an hour to get where you are going, Naomi telling you to close your eyes when you’re about to get close. “Nomi…. what?” you ask, squeezing your eyes tight, one hand covering them.

Naomi chuckles to themselves and they squeeze your hand gently, their eyes flicking back to the road again. Their voice is playful and teasing as they smile, voice low. “Just trust me, babydoll.”

They squeeze your hand softly and you can feel them take a deep breath, slowing the vehicle down and shifting to park. The car comes to a stop, the seat belt clicking off as the sound of the engine dies down slightly.

“I do trust you, you’re just being shady,” you giggle loudly.

Naomi laughs back at you, tone gentle and loving. The air in the vehicle is still as Naomi glances over at you. “I promise, Baby, you’ll enjoy it. Just keep your eyes closed and let me lead you.”

Naomi is all smiles and they look back at you, waiting for your reply.

“Ya’messin with me?” you ask mumbling sweetly, Naomi coming around to the passenger side to open the door for you, putting a hand out to help you out of the car, your eyes still closed.

Naomi chuckles and they nod, “Yeah. I totally am messing with you. But shhhh…I want it to be a surprise. Just let me lead you now.”

They take your hand and guide you out of the car gently. You can sense their amusement as they lead you across the parking lot.

“Are we almost there?” you mumble, laughing softly. A shiver runs through you as Naomi’s hands settle on your hips before opening a door with a bell. There’s an obvious smell, but one you can’t place. There’s also scurrying and barking sounds.

Naomi smiles at your mumbling and laughs softly once more. They whisper into your ear and reply teasingly. “You’re so impatient. Just wait a little more.”

They guide you in and then close the door behind you both. The barking and scurrying noises get louder, their hand is still on you and you can feel them squeeze your hips gently.

“Are we…” you start to ask before Naomi uncovers your eyes gently, your jaw dropped as you stand in the covered entrance to an animal shelter.

“Ta-da!” Naomi exclaims softly as the moment of anticipation you experienced finally comes to an end. You see the shelter and your ears fill with the sound of dogs barking. Naomi holds you closely and their expression is full of affection as they see your shocked reaction. They chuckle softly and they smile softly as their hand rests on your hip.

You squeal gently, turning around and jumping into Naomi’s arms, hugging them tightly.

Naomi laughs softly as your body is in their arms. They hug you tightly, holding you against their strong form. Their voice is genuine, sincere and full of affection as they reply. “See? I told you that you’d love it.”

Their hand caresses your back and their breath is warm as it brushes against your neck.

“We’re getting a cat? A dog? I can’t believe you—“ you say hitting their shoulder lightly, tears of happiness in your eyes.

Naomi chuckles softly as your hand meets their shoulder. Their tone is gentle but a small grin is plastered on their features, they really couldn’t resist the surprise. They’re just so happy to see you so happy. They glance at your tears and their mouth curls up into a small smile as they look at you.

“We’re getting a little furry friend.” they murmur, voice soft and tender.

“Just one?” you ask, with big hopeful eyes, maybe trying to convince Naomi for more than one.

Naomi laughs softly as they see your expression. Their eyes are warm as the affection is clear across their face. They caress your back again and they kiss your head softly as they reply.

“Just one.” they murmur. The way they say it seems to imply that maybe you could convince them for more. They’re still smiling and their voice remains soft and genuine as they look at your hopeful eyes.

“We’ll see about that,” you murmur, sassily leaning into their kiss before turning and walking through the main entrance of the shelter.

Naomi smiles and they squeeze your hand as the two of you walk through the main entrance. The barking gets more intense and your eyes wander around as there are plenty of different animals being cared for and looked after. The shelter is busy and the staff is all working hard, that's clear. Naomi’s hand remains on yours as they glance around the place. They smile sweetly at you. Your eyes are still searching around and you can’t help but notice how adorable the animals all are. You’re already a little overwhelmed.

“There’s not as many animals here as I thought,” you say happily.

“I know you’re doing this for me so I’m not lonely when you're on tour but… dog? cat? both?” you ask, the last word cheekily as your hands run under Naomi’s shirt, rubbing their hips and back gently.

Naomi chuckles as they feel your hands underneath their shirt. They can sense your playful mood and they grin as they reply. “Let’s take a look and see what they have first and then we’ll decide.”

After greeting the staff and looking at some of the animals, one member comes and shows you around, your eyes keep being drawn to a shy pit bull mix, laying in one of the kennels.

“Who’s that?” you ask one of the workers.

The staff member smiles softly, their expression kind as they answer the question.

“That little sweetheart is called Max. He’s a bit shy but he’s very sweet. Just needs the right owner.”

Naomi watches the scene carefully. They seem interested in the pit bull mix as their eyes follow it. They listen closely to the response and they smile softly at the staff member.

“How long has he been here?” you ask sweetly, kneeling down outside the cage. The workers tells you not to expect him to interact much, but Max crawls on his belly, shyly, but towards you, small tail wagging.

The staff member seems surprised at Max’s response to you as he crawls closer. The dog’s movement seems slow and cautious but gentle all the same. The tail wagging is a positive sign and your expression says it all. You look over at Naomi and they’ve been watching closely. Their eyes are locked on yours and Max as he crawls towards you.

“How long?” Naomi asks, pulling the staff member out of their surprise watching Max approach you.

The staff member looks at Naomi before responding, having no problems answering your question.

“We rescued Max six months ago. He was abandoned and abused by his previous owner and the damage was quite severe. But he’s been here long enough to heal properly and now he’s looking for a new home. He’s a very good boy but we haven’t had many people showing interest in him so far. That might change today though…”

“Hi sweetheart,” you whisper gently, sticking a finger through the fence material for him to sniff.

Max stares back at you with his soft, loving gaze. He takes your finger gently and sniffs at it with curiosity in his eyes. You can see as his tail wags a little faster when he catches your scent. The animal's body seems to relax and the staff member chuckles warmly at the sight. Naomi is standing there and they watch the interaction with interest and tenderness.

“Can we go in with him?” you ask the worker softly, feeling attached to him already.

The worker nods their head, their expression full of anticipation. They unlock the cage and they step back, encouraging you to step in with a smile. Max stares at you with affection on his face as he sits there, still as you enter. Naomi still wears that same expression of endearment and they keep their eyes on you, following you inside.

You sit on the floor gently, knees up but open as you wait for max to approach you.

Max's body shifts as he makes his way forward. The little pit bull mix watches you as his tail wags. You can see he wants to approach you but he’s shy and his movement is slow and cautious. He stops to sniff the air for a moment before he walks right up to your knees. Max sniffs at your lap briefly and then he leans his body against yours, letting out a small sigh as he rubs against you.

“Oh that’s a good boy,” you say scratching his ears, looking at him with so much love, tapping his butt gently as you pet him.

Max’s tail wags a little faster as you scratch his ears and tap his butt. He rubs up against your lap more, letting out a contented sigh. He seems more relaxed and the little pit bull mix doesn’t seem so shy anymore. His expression says that he’s enjoying the affection. He leans a little bit more against you as your fingers run through his fur.

“I love him” you say, not even looking up at Naomi.

Naomi smiles as they look at you both and they can’t help but agree. They’re pleased to see how you and Max are getting on so well and their voice is gentle as they respond.

“He is cute," Naomi mumbles, leaning down, letting the chunky dog plop into their lap with an "oof".

Their expression is full of affection and they keep watching intently, feeling genuinely pleased with how the situation is panning out. Max’s tail wags even faster when Naomi calls him cute. He leans even more of his body weight against you both as you pet him.

“How old is he?” you ask.

The staff member seems pleased by your interest and they take a short glance at Max as they reply. They seem impressed you’re taking so much time with the dog.

“He’s about three-ish years old… and he’s not been treated very well so we think he might be good with older kids or a couple with no children. With his story, having some time alone with his family would probably help him a lot at the start… but he’s a wonderful dog. We’ve just been waiting for the right person for him.”

“Naomi…” you say looking up at them, doe-eyes, wanting Naomi to interact with Max too.

“Yes honey?” they reply gently. Their tone is soft and affectionate. Their eyes are still on Max as they respond to you.

“Can we?” you ask sweetly, Max licking your chin as you giggle.

Naomi laughs softly at the sight of Max licking your chin. His little tail wags and he makes little contented sounds as he licks your chin. He seems so happy for the first time in a long time. Naomi is pleased by this and they're still watching the interaction with affection. As they respond they seem a little hesitant and they shift a little back towards you both.

“…we could, if you’re sure, babydoll.”

“Never been more sure about anything,” you say confidently.

“S’right Max… you wanna come home with us?” you ask, noticing he doesn’t really answer to his name.

“Can we change his name? He doesn’t really seem interested in Max,” you ask the staff member.

Max’s tail wags when you ask him to come home with you. It’s a small reaction but it’s clear that he knows what you’re asking. His ears move to you a little as he seems to focus on you, wanting you to make the decision.

The staff member seems to find this little interaction cute and they chuckle softly as they respond.

“You can definitely change his name. It’ll help with his transition to you. It’s not always best for animals when they go by the name their previous owners gave them.”

“Let’s do it,” you say to Naomi excited, as you get up gently, staying close to Max so he doesn’t think you’re leaving him.

Naomi chuckles at your excitement, getting up and following the volunteer to go fill out paperwork while you stay with the dog.

"Babe... what's his name?" Naomi asks, calling over from the counter, clipboard in hand.

“What do you think of Bruno, Nomi?” you ask softly.

Naomi smiles at the suggestion and they seem to think the name is perfect. They shift their body a little to get a better look at you. Their body language seems to signal approval with how they look at you and they nod their head.

“I like it.” they reply softly, their voice is genuine and soft.

Bruno’s little tail wags as he rubs up against your calf and you hear a contented sigh coming from the little pit bull mix. His little look of affection and warmth melts your heart and you laugh softly at the affection Bruno is showing you.

"Me too," you smile softly, looking down at the dog sitting at your feet.

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"Bruno.... hey, bruno, buddy... move it," Naomi grunts softly, trying to push the pitbull's butt out from their ribcage. They sit up softly, looking down at the two of you cuddling, Bruno's eyes opened in the dark room, staring up at Naomi.

"Look dude, I know she's your mama, but she's my woman and you're hogging her," Naomi croaks out. And as if out of spite, Bruno huffs, pushing his nose into your neck, ignoring Naomi.

"You gotta be fucking kidding... you're so lucky you're cute," Naomi groans, laying back down, settling for reaching their arm across Bruno, hand settling on your ass over the covers.

Bruno's nub of a tail thumps, seemingly happy with this arrangement.

"Oh don't get cocky," Naomi mumbles, trying to fall back asleep with minimal contact with you.

sooo... felt like i once again wrote a whole lotta nothin...probs so many errors...

love u < 3

[gingerjolover]

“I can’t stop thinking of you” plus maybe a soft needy Naomi who misses their gf while on tour because we desperately need more Naomi content 🤭

we LOVE naomi in this house! 🗣️

wc: somewhere around 900 words

naomi mcpherson x fem!reader - #7 "I can't stop thinking of you."

There’s something unique about being on tour with your best friends and feeling lonely. It’s spurred on by the fact that Naomi, Katie, and Jo all have colds, boarded up in their respective hotel rooms on what should've been a fun night off.

Naomi knows you’re busy, anxiousness swelling in their chest at the prospect that this is what you might feel like when they're on stage and you’re home alone. They don’t want to bother you, but they don’t feel well. The longing creeping up their throat, knowing if they were home, you'd be babying them: sitting in the bath, tracing shapes on their back, kissing up their spine and shoulders, the Epson salt and Vicks vapor rub clearing out their sinuses.

Noami checks themself.

Of course, they’re not missing you solely because you’d be taking care of them right now, but MUNA has been booking lately. Between the Eras tour and their own tour, combined with the boygenius shows, you’ve barely been able to keep up, your own work schedule inflicting on the absolute privilege it is following your partner around the country and Europe. But alas, they’re sniffly and alone, flipping the phone in their hands, itching not to call you. 

Like muscle memory, suddenly, the line is ringing. 

Naomi should’ve expected it, but it’s still a punch in the gut. 

“Hi baby!” you squeal happily, loud music in the background, your friends' voices, all talking over one another, also greeting Naomi. 

“Hey,” Noami forces out a chuckle, wincing at the volume. 

“Hold on…. I’ll be right back,” you tell Noami and then your friends. The background music slowly fades, honking, and bystander conversation filters in behind you instead. 

“Hi, babe!” you say happily. The panic in Noami’s chest lightens; you don’t sound drunk, and the protective parts of them preen. You sound energetic, full of life, like you’re having the best time - and Naomi knows you are. Your best friend’s birthday dinner is always a big event. Just a few hours ago, Naomi was convincing you to go out, and now there’s a sick and twisted part of them that wishes you were both miserable together. 

“Hi baby,” Naomi says, trying to rid their voice of any emptiness. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask. Naomi can hear the anxiousness in your voice. They immediately feel bad, guilt coursing through their veins at the quick wish you were both miserable, wanting nothing more than the sensitivity in your voice to fade away. Naomi closes their eyes, rubbing their forehead. How come the one time they feel a feeling you know all too well, they manage to bring you down, too? The empathy rises quickly, hating that you’ve felt this way before and often. While Naomi is on stage, only thinking about the music, you’re at home, worrying about their safety, wondering if they are having fun, experiencing fomo in its truest form. 

“I’m fine, love really– I–”

“Don’t lie to me,” you say firmly. Naomi winces; they knew you would call them out, but they thought they’d at least get further in the conversation. 

“I don’t want to bother you at dinner; you sounded like you were having fun,” Noami says softly.

“I was, but I won’t be able to if I know something is wrong,” you say sympathetically. “Did Franki get you the Nyquil?”

“Yes.”

“Did you take it?” 

“Yes.”

“Are you hydrating?”

“Baby…yes.”

“I just– I don’t like when you’re not feeling well, but–something tells me that’s not what’s bothering you.”

Damn you. 

Naomi bites their bottom lip, tears welling up in their eyes. There’s a brief sniffle before a deep breath, “I- I can’t stop thinking of you.” It comes out needy, desperate, Naomi’s voice thick with emotion. 

Your own throat tightens, and the familiar feeling rushes up your throat, manifesting into a lump. You never hoped Naomi would feel this feeling, the longing. It was a sacrifice you made, that you make, because your partner is worth it.

“Oh baby,” you say softly. 

“I’m sorry…” Naomi apologizes, tears running down their cheeks.

“My love, don’t cry,” you try to say, cut off by a small sob. 

You bite your lip, willing the tears to stay in. Naomi hears a small huff, it’s like they can see you, holding the phone tightly, your fingers clenching on it, biting your bottom lip, and your left foot tapping as you think of a solution. 

“Tomorrow morning, I’ll text my boss and see if I can do remote work for the week… can Franki get me a flight for Sunday night?” you ask, mirroring the image Naomi has in their head. 

“Yeah–yeah I think so,” Naomi says, sniffling. 

“I’ll text her, okay? I love you baby… so much… please get some rest, for me?”

Naomi can only nod, the tears falling quickly. 

“I’m sorry,” they sniffle. 

“Don’t do that, honey,” you scold gently. “How about this… I’ll call you right when I get home, and if you’re awake, we can Facetime. Does that sound okay?’

Your solution is almost identical to Naomi's when the situation is reversed. 

“Yeah,” Naomi whispers. 

“I love you. So much, my rockstar,” you say softly. 

Naomi snorts, “That was cheesy as hell.”

“But it made you laaaugh,” you say in a sing-song voice. 

“I love you babe,” Naomi says, taking a deep breath. You make an audible “mwah” sound, bidding Naomi goodbye with another promise to talk later. 

Naomi lays back on the bed, lying in self-pity for a while. It eventually turns into determination, refusing to let either of you feel this way again.