Lesbian one shots

Lost - Jasmine x Y/n

Jasmine Paolini x Y/n L/n

Y/N pov

The house trembles with every shout. I curl tighter on my bed, the pillow over my head doing little to drown out my parents’ voices echoing through the thin walls. They've been at it for hours, their anger crashing like waves, relentless and unforgiving. I've always found some solace in their arguments eventually dying down, but tonight is different. Tonight, the storm seems unending, and it's suffocating me. I can't take it anymore. My heart is racing, a mix of fear and desperation pushing me into action.

I slip on my sneakers, grab my phone, and creep downstairs. The front door creaks as I open it, but the shouting masks the noise. I slam the door behind me, muffling the sound of her parents' argument. I step into the night, the cool air hitting my face like a splash of water. The night is dark and cool, a stark contrast to the heat and tension inside my home. I shiver, not from the cold but from the raw nerves that have driven me out into the night. I have no clear destination, only the urgent need to escape. I  run.

The streets are empty and eerie the houses silent compared to the chaos I've left behind. My feet pound the pavement, echoing as I walk, my pace quickens with each step. My breaths come in ragged gasps. Streetlights flicker as I pass, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to chase me. I turn onto a path that leads to the woods, its dark entrance is both inviting and intimidating. As I enter the woods, the trees close in around me, their shadows creating an eerie labyrinth. The further I walk, the more disoriented I become. The usual paths I follow seem to twist and turn in unfamiliar ways.

I've always found solace in the nearby forest, its dense trees and quiet paths a refuge from the chaos at home. Tonight, the forest seems like my only option. The forest is a place of childhood adventures and stories, a vast expanse of trees and mystery. I've always felt a mix of awe and fear towards it, but tonight, it seems like the perfect hiding spot. The trees swallow me, their dense canopy blocking out the moonlight, leaving me in near darkness. My pace slows as I navigate the underbrush, the sound of twigs snapping underfoot the only noise breaking the silence. Panic begins to set in as I realize I'm lost.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out with shaking hands. I dial Jasmine’s number, praying for my girlfriend to answer. Jasmine is my best hope at this time of night, the one person I can always count on. The phone rings twice before Jasmine picks up. The call connects, but the signal's weak, the line crackling with static. “Jasmine,” I whisper, my voice trembling.
"Y/n? What's going on?" Jasmine's voice is warm and reassuring, a lifeline in the darkness. "I... I'm in the forest," I  stammer, my voice trembling. "I'm lost. I can't find my way out." The call crackles with static, making it hard for Jasmine to hear. "Y/n, slow down. Where are you exactly?"

“Help…forest…” The connection drops and I stare at my phone, the words I managed to get out looping in my mind. I hope it's enough. Panic sets in as I realize how deep I've ventured into the woods. The trees all look the same, and I can’t tell which direction I have come from. I'm lost. Hours seem to pass as I wander aimlessly, my fear growing with each step. The forest is a labyrinth, and I'm it's prisoner. I sink to the ground, exhaustion and despair weighing me down. I hug my knees to my chest, the chill seeping through my clothes.

Jasmine pov
Meanwhile, I stare at my phone, the broken message from Y/n replaying in my mind. Help. Forest. The words fill me with dread. Help... forest... Is all I could make out before the line went dead. My heart sinks. I know Y/n is in trouble and I  have to act fast. I grab my jacket and a flashlight, my determination pushing aside the late hour and the fear gnawing at me. I head out the door. I have to find Y/n. I have to find my girlfriend. My mind races as I hurry toward the forest. I know these woods well, having explored them countless times with Y/n in our childhood escapades. I follow the familiar path.

The moonlight barely penetrates the thick canopy above, my flashlight cutting through the darkness like a knife. Every rustle and snap in the underbrush sets me on edge, but I press on, calling Y/n’s name into the night. "Y/n! Y/n, where are you?" I call out, my voice echoing through the trees. The silence that follows is deafening. As I venture deeper, I notice the familiar landmarks. The old oak tree, the moss-covered boulders. But there is no sign of Y/n. My anxiety grows with each passing minute. I can only imagine how scared Y/n must be, alone and lost. Hours blend together as I search, the forest seeming to stretch endlessly. The first light of dawn begins to filter through the trees when suddenly I finally hear it. A faint but desperate cry for help.

"Jasmine?” I turn in the direction of the sound, my heart leaping, pounding in my chest.  "Y/n! I'm coming!" I follow the voice, my pace quickening. And then, through the trees, I see her.
Y/n, huddled and pale, sitting on the ground, her face streaked with tears, her eyes wide with fear and relief. “Y/n!”
"Jasmine!" She cries, relief flooding her voice. I push through the underbrush, the branches scratching at my arms and legs. I run to my girlfriend, dropping to my knees and pulling her into a tight embrace. She clings to me like a lifeline. "It's okay, I'm here, I’ve got you." I whisper, wrapping my arms around Y/n. "You're safe now."

Y/N pov
I cling to Jasmine, my body shaking with sobs. “I was so scared,” I whisper. “I didn’t know if you’d find me.”
“Of course I would,” Jasmine says softly, stroking my hair. “I’d never leave you out here.” we stayed like this for a while, the dawn breaking around us, casting a gentle light on the forest. Eventually, Jasmine helps  me to my feet, and we make our way back. With Jasmine's guidance, we make our way out of the forest. I hold onto Jasmine tightly, leaning on my girlfriend for support. My fear slowly gives way to a sense of safety.

By the time we reach the edge of the woods, the first light of dawn is beginning to break. The walk back is slow, but we finally emerge from the woods, Jasmine leads the way to her house. Where the sight of Jasmine’s house is a beacon of safety, warmth and familiarity. Her home provides immediate comfort.  "Let's get you inside," Jasmine says gently. Inside, Jasmine leads me to the living room. “Thank you,” I murmur, my voice hoarse. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You’ll never have to find out,” Jasmine replies, her tone firm yet gentle. “You’re always welcome here. Always.”

I sink into the couch, exhausted both physically and emotionally. Jasmine disappears for a moment, returning with a blanket and a cup of hot tea. She drapes the blanket over my shoulders and hands me the tea. "Drink this, it'll help," Jasmine states, sitting down beside me. I take a sip, the warmth spreading through me, easing the chill that has settled in my bones. "Thank you," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "You don't have to thank me," Jasmine replies, her eyes filled with concern. "I was so worried about you." I look at her, my eyes welling up with tears. "I didn't know what else to do. They were fighting again, and I just... I had to get away."

Jasmine nods, understanding all too well the turmoil I'm experiencing. "You can always come here, you know that. My door is always open." As the morning light fills the room, Jasmine and I talk. I pour out my heart, sharing the pain and frustration of living in a home where arguments are a daily occurrence. Jasmine listens, offering comfort and understanding without judgment. "You don't have to go back there, at least not today," Jasmine says softly. "Stay here with me. We'll figure something out." I nod, feeling a glimmer of hope. For the first time in a long while, I feel like I'm not alone in my struggles. I have a girlfriend who cares, who understands, and who is willing to help me find a way through the darkness.

As the day unfolds, the weight of the previous night's events began to lift. With Jasmine by my side, I feel a renewed sense of strength. I know the road ahead won't be easy, but with my friend beside me, I feel ready to face whatever comes next. The forest that had seemed so terrifying the night before now feels like a distant memory, replaced by the warmth and safety of Jasmine's home. Together, we can find a way forward, one step at a time.

We spend the rest of the day curled up together, the TV playing softly in the background. Jasmine makes us more tea and some toast, insisting I eat something. We talk about everything and nothing, the comfort of normalcy easing the lingering fear. As night falls, I feel a sense of peace I hadn’t known in a long time. The storm at home seems distant, its roar muted by the quiet strength of my  girlfriend’s presence. In Jasmine’s house, surrounded by warmth and care, I feel safe. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I allow myself to believe that things can get better.

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