FAYEYOKO IMAGINES

Sex-Crazed Loser

"Do you have to bring girls in while I'm home, Faye?" Yoko asked briskly, sinking deeper into the couch cushions as she watched her roommate usher yet another one of her many hookups out the door. Her tone was sharp, edged with annoyance-and something else she refused to name. Jealousy? No, definitely not. The last thing she needed was for Faye to pick up on that. Knowing how much Faye already enjoyed teasing her, admitting to even a shred of jealousy would only fuel the other woman's relentless antics.

Faye turned back with her signature smirk, leaning casually against the doorframe. "Don't tell me you're jealous, baby," she teased, sauntering over to plop herself beside Yoko. Her arm snaked out to drape around Yoko's shoulders, but Yoko shoved it off with a glare, scooting away to create as much space as the couch allowed.

"So angry," Faye mused, her smirk widening. "You are jealous, aren't you, sweet girl?"

Yoko rolled her eyes and focused on the TV, pretending the other woman didn't exist. But the show playing wasn't enough to drown out the weight of Faye's gaze, which Yoko could practically feel boring into her.

After a stretch of silence, Faye sighed dramatically and shifted closer, closing the gap Yoko had worked so hard to create. She pulled Yoko against her side, ignoring the stiff resistance and annoyed protests.

"You know I like you," Faye murmured, her voice dropping into something softer, more vulnerable. She tilted her head, letting her breath tickle Yoko's ear. "I wouldn't have to bring anyone over if you'd just give me a chance. I'm not playing games here, Yo. I'm serious-I like you. Really like you."

Yoko snorted-a short, humorless sound-and shrugged off Faye's hold with more force than before. Her patience had officially run out. Rising to her feet, she turned toward her bedroom without so much as a glance back.

"Goodnight, Faye," she said coldly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Faye didn't follow, but Yoko could feel her eyes lingering. Shutting her bedroom door behind her, Yoko exhaled, leaning back against the wood. Her chest felt tight and her thoughts swirled around Faye's words.

She shook her head firmly, trying to dismiss them. No. Faye was just messing with her-like always. Her roommate had been pursuing her for what felt like forever, but Yoko refused to let herself get drawn in. Letting herself be vulnerable only to be discarded the moment they slept together? That wasn't a risk she was willing to take. It would hurt too much.

Faye was nice, sure-a good person, even. She was always there to help Yoko when she needed it, always cracking jokes or offering some form of comfort. But her endless parade of hookups, brought home without a second thought for Yoko's presence, said all Yoko needed to know. She couldn't let herself fall into the trap of thinking Faye could be anything more than a friend.

Even if she could feel how much Faye wanted her-wanted to sleep with her-Yoko believed staying somewhat friends was the safer choice. It was better this way. Cleaner. No messy heartbreak, no misplaced trust. At least, that's what she kept telling herself.

Perhaps it was her turn to bring someone home for some relief, she thought bitterly. If Faye could parade her hookups around without a care, why couldn't she?

[...]

"Hurry up!"

Faye groaned, glancing over her shoulder at her friend, who was leaning halfway out of the car window and yelling at her like a maniac. The impatience on his face made Faye glare at him, but it only earned her a louder laugh. Shaking her head, Faye inserted the key into the lock and opened the front door, muttering something under her breath about needing quieter friends.