#leighton murray x y/n

[babysukiii]

not her type

// leighton is a bit sweet on you (the librarian’s student assistant). you begin to fall for the blonde, until you hear her say something that causes you to reconsider your feelings. //

warnings: leighton is an idiot when it comes to emotions, reader is oblivious but so is leighton, misunderstandings, mutual pining don’t let the title fool you, jealousy (leighton gets jealous), kinda angsty

(i changed my username i was @fckoffjakegyllenhaal)

DISCLAIMER; english is not and has never been my first language. i usually edit my works well but don’t have time anymore. sorry for any spelling errors!

leighton didn’t have the most common sense when it came to dating. she was a genius, and she was the smartest person she knew. she was top of most of her classes, and she knew she was beautiful. though when it came to emotions, and her love life, leighton was nearly hopeless. to put it frankly, she’s an idiot when it comes to love.

when leighton first met you, she already wasn’t off to a very good start. she sauntered into the library in her expensive heels, along with her matching skirt and blazer. as soon as you saw her you were extremely intimidated by her. you were only able to attend this school because your grandma had left you a nice wad of money in her will. even with what she left you, you still had to get a job at the school’s library to pay off the remaining student loans. but you knew you didn’t fit in here. the school was full of pristine, preppy, rich kids. like her.

“i need to rent a copy of the black sun.” she deadpans, as she stands up straight in front of the counter. “then maybe you should go and get it so i can check it out for you?” you suggest in a sardonic manner, and the blonde looks visibly stunned by your careless tone. “okay, i’m assuming it’s your first day here or something, but it’s literally your job to find the books students need.” she points out, and you quirk a brow. “no, my job is to keep the library organized, and help students when they ask for help. key word ask. which you didn’t; you waltzed in here like princess diana and ordered me to get you a copy of ‘black sun’.” you remind her, your words as hot as the fire in your tone.

that’s when leighton takes you in; your long curly hair, and high rise jeans. that top your wearing fits you nicely, and for some reason the fact that you aren’t hurdling to do what she says, leaves a fluttering sensation in her belly. “hey, you don’t have to be such an asshole! excuse me if i thought someone who works in the library was competent enough to get me the correct copy of a book. my mistake.” she fires back, and you shake your head.

“i am plenty competent enough, blondie. i just don’t help self entitled jerks who think the world has to stop at their convenience.” you retort, “now, if you excuse me, i’m taking my first break now. come back in half an hour.” you deadpan; your voice is dry, and leighton’s eyes widen in shock. “you can’t just do that!” she shrieks, and if she wasn’t such a mean girl, you would’ve thought the way her voice changed in pitch was cute as hell. you smirk, “just did.”

leighton lets out a huff, “fine! i’ll just get it on pdf, jerk face.” her lame insult makes you bite back a laugh as she storms away. you can’t help but watch her hips move as she leaves; god, she’s hot but so fucking rude. maybe this job isn’t so bad; getting to tick off straight, prissy girls like blondie was going to the highlight of your career. though you put aside a copy of black sun later that day, just in case she comes back.

which she does.

she returns the next day with this determined look on her face. “okay, yesterday i was a bit of a bitch.” she starts carefully, and you quirk a brow in a bit of interest as you look up from your phone. “a bit?” you question, and her fake smile falls immediately. “i’m trying to be nicer now.” her stony expression causes you to sigh. you reach inside the desk drawer where you hid the copy away for this exact moment.

her eyes nearly widen for a split second as she realizes you did in fact retrieve her the copy of the book she needed. “so you did do it for me.” her voice sounds a bit different now; a little lighter, but you try not to dwell on it. “yeah, well, it’s my job, right?” you respond dryly, as you begin to scan the book, “library card or student id.” you command, and she reaches into her expensive bag, pulling out her matching wallet. she hands you her library card, which you scan quickly and hand back to her. “you have two weeks to return it.”

“i know how the library works.” she grows irritated with the lack of emotions in your voice, and she assumes you’re probably just annoyed by her presence. “sorry, i wasn’t sure considering you don’t know how manners work.” leighton gasps, a look of clear anger and offense etching itself onto her pretty features. “i already apologized for that!” she defends, and you tilt your head, cocking a brow at her. “i never heard an “i’m sorry”.” your fake confused tone is enough to irk her but keep her interested in talking to you.

she closes her eyes for a second, before releasing a defeated breath. “i’m sorry…” she trails off, realizing she didn’t even get your name. “… y/n.” you finish, and her belly flips at the revelation. “y/n. i’m sorry.” she repeats, and you roll your eyes a bit playfully. “it’s fine. i guess you weren’t the rudest rich-priss i dealt with yesterday. why do you think i saved the book for you?” you taunt her, and the flush on her cheeks causes your smirk to widen.

“mmm, i’m sure you probably have a drawer full of books that those “rude rich-priss’s” asked for.” she challenges, and you offer her this infectious smile that causes her to lose her train of thought. “only the pretty ones. the eye candy makes the lack of human decency worth it.” you hand her the book and the mischief in your eyes allows her to know you’re kidding, but your words make her snort. “aren’t you a charmer. see you in two weeks.” she waves the book at you, before turning on her heels and leaving.

god, the pants she was wearing today made her ass look great.

you shamelessly watch her leave, and before she gets to the doors, you call out, “i like watching you leave, blondie.” your crude comment causes her to stop in her tracks; her face is suddenly red as a tomato. leighton’s brain that is usually amazing at thinking of insults or remarks, cannot conduct a single thought. she only scoffs, as she pushes the exit door open, and your grin widens.

you really don’t expect to see leighton outside of the library. it isn’t because you assume she doesn’t go out or hang around campus, it’s because aside from your dorm, you’re only ever in your classes and the library. so when you see her walk into the cheap bar downtown you decided to try by complete chance, your gaze zero’s in on her. an inevitable grin tugging at your lips, and she doesn’t seem to see you. she’s looking around the other side of the room, like a lost puppy. when she walks by, you keep you head low, trying to go unnoticed by her. once her back is to you, you turn your head in her direction; “nice ass, blondie.” you comment with a sneer, and leighton freezes at the sound of your voice.

when she spins around, she attempts to plaster a vexed expression on her face, but as soon as she sees you she sighs. “ugh, what are you doing here?” she asks, attempting to sound annoyed. you wave a can of hard seltzer in your hand, “sorry excuse for a drink.” she mumbles, as she takes a seat in the empty bar stool beside you. you shoot her a defensive look, “hey, i get buzzed quickly and it has less calories in it.” you mutter, a surprise expression taking over the blonde’s face. you just sounded so undeniably girly.

she doesn’t respond before flagging the bartender down, “one long island iced tea, and two shots of tequila.” she orders, handing the bartender her card as she speaks. you gaze at her, “jesus, blondie, rough day?” you can’t help but ask, and leighton sighs. “rough week. you wouldn’t even know the half of it.” she responds, as the bartender begins to make her drinks. “try me.” you challenge, and she glances at you. for a moment she considers closing herself off, but then she remembers what esme and francesca said. about how closed off she was.

she downs a shot that’s placed in front of her and proceeds to tell you everything. how lonely she’s been since she started school, how her brother doesn’t even know how she’s feeling… she even tells you about francesca and esme. “wait, were you really closed off with them?” you ask, and she huffs. “closed off is a little bit of a stretch.” she responds, and you flash her an “are you serious” sort of expression. “you said you were friends with them since you were kids. you aren’t supposed to be closed off with them.” you remind her, and she frowns, taking a long swig of her drunk, finishing the rest of it in a gulp.

“now you sound like them.” she states, causing you to scoff. “look, i’m not saying you being closed off was entirely your fault, blondie. i mean, those girls must’ve been pretty shitty if it made you wanna hide who you really are.” you tell her, and she goes quiet. “i think you just naturally hide yourself from everyone. i mean, i thought i had a little bit of you figured out, then i saw you in this place…” you trail off, and the blood rises to leighton’s cheeks.

“didn’t expect a rude “rich-priss” like me to be in here?” she questions, and the way the ends of your lips quirk upwards causes the butterflies in her stomach to flutter. “exactly. i thought you were more of a frat party kind of girl. i’m sure those kind of boys go crazy over you, blondie.” the way your eyes roam over her mercilessly causes a strange heat in her abdomen. she shakes her head, the thought of frat boys making her snicker, “yeah, they’re into anything with long legs.” she murmurs, “good thing i hate men.” she adds, and your eyebrows seems to raise in interest.

“i just mean—“ she tries, but you cut her off,

“hey, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. there’s plenty enough about guys to hate.” you assure her, and she sinks into her seat. “is that why you’re here tonight instead of hanging out on campus?” she questions, “don’t think i haven’t noticed how many jocks are suddenly going into the library now. just cause you’re working there.” she adds, blabbering slightly. your smile widens at the very leighton-like compliment. “tell me about it, i don’t even think some of the guys who’ve gone in there can read past an eighth grade level.” you throw out, and leighton releases this carefree laugh that causes you to stare at her in awe.

thankfully the look of adoration you’re flashing her goes unnoticed as she adds, “eighth grade is generous.” she jokes, making you giggle.

things change between you and leighton after that. you’re sort of the first person who makes her feel normal. you don’t really expect her to be anything, and talking to you is so much easier than talking to anyone else. eventually leighton begins to find herself, and ends up growing close to her roommate and her roommate’s friend group. you smile at her whenever you see them in the library, and the blonde doesn’t hesitate to approach you.

even though she’s reluctant to admit it to herself, she begins to realize she’s developing a bit of a soft spot for you. maybe it’s more than “a bit”. she starts to sought you out in every room she enters, and every time she’s on campus. when she enters the library, she beelines to wherever you are. you’d be lying if you said leighton isn’t the best part of your days; she is. it’s silly, really, every morning you wake up and get ready with the hopes that maybe she’ll pop up in the library.

when she does stop by, she attempts to make it seem like she’s looking for a book. she doesn’t want you to know that sometimes she just drops by when she wants to see you. so maybe leighton is sweet on you; after hooking up with a few girls at the beginning of the semester she began to notice women more and more. she noticed you the first time she saw you. even though you were nothing like what leighton was usually into; you were soft, and sweet underneath all the sarcastic and witty remarks. you weren’t vastly intelligent, but you were really smart. you read more than anyone she knew.

it only takes leighton four months to pick up on everything about you. your mannerisms, what makes you laugh, your interests, and your disinterests. she pays so much attention to you, she doesn��t even realize she’s becoming enthralled by you. even her friends notice how soft leighton is with you. it’s much more than just a silly crush though; leighton thinks of you as a confidant, and more importantly one of her close friends. you’re actually the first person she tells when she begins to see alicia.

though you feel a little jealous about it, you’re happy leighton is finally coming to terms with who she is. you even tell her this, and it causes leighton’s heart to swell. she still hasn’t figured out why her heartbeat quickens around you, or what the fluttering sensation in her belly is that’s caused by your laugh�� but she is trying not to ruin the best friendship she’s had.

you never meet “alicia”. you aren’t sure what they look like, what their last name is, or how they behave around leighton. though you do notice a lighter aura around the blonde. it’s nice to see her so relaxed, and not so tightly wound up. though the relaxation was short lived because one evening leighton comes storming into the library, and she’s glaring daggers at anything in her way.

“woah, hey, what’s wrong?” you ask, immediately hopping off the edge of the desk you were sitting on. you close the book you had been reading, and your attention is suddenly on the raging force of nature in front of you. “alicia broke up with me. you remember how i told you they got upset about me asking them to take down that picture?” she asks, trying to keep her voice at a leveled tone, but you can hear the bitterness seeping through. you nod, “the one with your expensive ass purse in the back that would’ve been a total give away?” you ask, and she nods, not even adding onto your sarcasm. usually she would.

you frown, “what happened?” you ask her in a gentler manner, “they said they didn’t want to be with someone who’s not out. they don’t want to my secret.” you frown, looking visibly upset by the revelation. “are they serious? it’s been like two months, that’s like a blink! how does alicia expect you to be ready in two months?” you sound just as vexed as leighton, and it causes the blonde’s anger to simmer ever so slightly. “that’s what i said… i haven’t even told my friends… you’re the only person who knows.” the taller girl reveals in this washed out voice that makes your stomach flip.

“yeah, but that’s different. i’m just me.” you shrug, and she furrows her eyebrows, “it’s just easier for me to talk to you, and be me around you.“ she adds, and the heat rises to your cheeks. “why?” you can’t help but ask, and leighton looks taken back by the question. as if she’s never even thought twice about it. she pauses before giving you a little shrug, momentarily forgetting all about her breakup. “well, you’re you.” she explains vaguely, and you let out a breathless little chuckle.

“i’ll take that as a compliment, blondie.” you taunt her, and she feels a smile tugging at her lips for the first time all day. “take it any way you want.” she responds, and you grin. “look, my shift ends in like twelve minutes. wanna go get a few drinks? on me.” you promise her and she rolls her eyes. “my dads loaded, remember?” she asks, and you giggle, “okay, drinks are on you then.” you retort, and she lets out this breathless little laugh.

so maybe you make leighton feel better than anyone ever has. after a night of getting drunk and laughing at drunk couples argue in the bar, she finds the courage to tell kimberly she’s gay. after that, telling people gets easier. maybe it’s because she’s realized you’ve become one of the most important people in her life, and she was starting not to care about the opinions of anyone else. in fact, leighton found herself coming to you for your opinion on everything. even what shoes she should buy.

it was amusing; becoming leighton murray’s favorite person. she complains about everything, she’s prissy, and keeps tide sticks in her purse. she’s your polar opposite, yet you can’t get enough of her. every friday night you both end up in that same shitty bar, giggling while talking about nothing and everything. it’s actually become leighton’s favorite part of the week.

you don’t want to admit it’s become your favorite part of the week as well. the longer you spend with her, the harder you fall for her. her cute smile, those intense blue eyes, the way she complains about every single thing. you like everything about her, even the parts that should annoy you and scare you away. a part of you thinks she feels the same way; there are times when you’re both the only two people in the library, and you catch her staring. not to mention how obviously happy she is around you.

“so there’s this party on friday. usually, i wouldn’t go, but whitney begged me. it’s at the kappa sorority house. can you come? please?” she questions pleadingly, and you flash her an uncertain expression. “a party?” you ask ambiguously, and leighton nods eagerly. “yeah, i know how it sounds, but i’ll be there and the drinks are all free. i mean, of course there is that exception to getting drugged but i can totally be your knight in shining armor.” she begins to ramble, and truthfully, you had already decided to go the moment she flashed you those begging eyes. “okay, fine. i’ll go. but to set the record straight, you aren’t a “knight in shining armor”. you’re more like a knight in vicuña wool.” you clarify, and she can’t help but laugh.

you keep your promise and end up at the frat party on friday. though you’ve been here for a whole semester now, you still hadn’t been to a single party. you weren’t sure if the tight flare jeans and tight yet basic fitted top, was good enough, but you tried not to overthink it. you were here because leighton asked you to be, and you were beginning to think you’d do just about anything she’d ask. as soon as you walk into the dimly lit frat house, the loud music and uncomfortable warmth of the room hits you.

you scan the hoard of students for the blonde, and you find her quickly. you smile at the sight of her, except it falters a bit when you notice how many girls are surrounding her. ever since leighton came out, it was no secret she was always getting hit on by various girls now. hell, she got hit on by girls before she was out, but now it was a whole different story. she was getting all sorts of attention, and a part of her really loved it. you could see the cocky smirk etched on to her features, as she holds onto her glass loosely. she doesn’t seem to see you as you get closer to where she is.

that’s when you can hear what she’s saying to one of the brunette’s flirting with her. “none of you are really my type.” she admits, and one of the girls doesn’t even seem phased. “well, what is your type?” she asks, and leighton shrugs. “my perfect woman would probably be 5’6, good style, preferably from a major metropolitan city, blonde…” you feel your heart crack in your chest as you realize you don’t fit any of those categories. you didn’t really have a type, but you certainly knew you were interested in leighton. it hurt to realize you weren’t anything she wanted.

it’s silly how much her words affected you, you shouldn’t have cared. besides, you and leighton are friends. it’s not like you’re anything more… sure she’s nice to you, makes you laugh, visits you at work every day, and even carries your favorite snack in her purse… but it doesn’t mean she wants to be anything more than friends with you. you turn around to leave quickly, you would have to give leighton some lame excuse about why you didn’t show, but it didn’t matter to you right now.

after the party leighton notices something is wrong right away. you had told her you didn’t feel well over text, and when she asked if you were okay, you didn’t text her back until the next morning. throughout the day, leighton was waiting on your replies; which was strange. you always texted her back fast. right after her last class, she makes her way to the library. when she gets there she gets a bit upset to see you don’t even seem remotely busy; yet as she gets closer to you, she can’t help take in how off your demeanor is.

you look sad, but you’re trying to keep your focus on a book that’s laid down on your desk. “hey y/n.” leighton pipes up, causing you to look over in her direction. you look like a deer in headlights, but you a press your lips together in order to force a smile. it doesn’t quite reach your eyes, and it causes a wave of concern to wash over the blonde. “hey leigh.” you greet her, and she eyes you uncertainly. “you didn’t see my texts?” she asks, and you grimace. “i was super busy earlier, i barely got a break ten minutes ago.” you lie easily, and leighton wants to believe you, but she doesn’t.

you were acting weird, and it wasn’t enough for her to call you out on it. “mhm, well i was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch later?” she asks, flashing you a hopeful smile that makes it very hard to say no to her. “i-i can’t tonight. i have to study for my psych test on friday.” it’s not an entire lie; you have a test coming up in your psych class, but you don’t necessarily need to study for it that much. you know most of the material. you try to ignore the way leighton’s face falls in clear disappointment.

“oh, yeah. sure, maybe we can do something tomorrow?” she questions optimistically, and you nod meekly. “y-yeah! i’ll text you.” you assure her, and you mean it. you’re not just going to ghost and avoid leighton, you just needed a few days or so to get over her. or at least try to. “okay… i’ll see you later then.” you can hear the disappointment etched into her voice clear as day. you simply smile and nod, and she holds in the urge to let out a frustrated huff.

the blonde leaves the library feeling unsatisfied, but she isn’t sure what’s wrong so she hopes it passes. the entire day dragged on without you, and sometimes you were one of the few things that could actually get her to smile.

when leighton texts you goodnight later on that night, a wave of guilt washes over you. she was genuinely worried about you, and even though you had a hopeless crush on her, you knew she considered you a real friend. so the next day, you go back to texting leighton about every detail of your day, and when she shows up to visit you, you come up with some lousy excuse claiming to have had a long lasting migraine yesterday. leighton doesn’t buy it, but she’s just glad you aren’t acting different anymore.

the next two weeks are normal; you and leighton go out for drinks every friday, you get lunch from various restaurants and cafe’s together, and she still comes to visit you at the library every day after her classes. you’re back to you usual happy self in leighton’s eyes. maybe you really did have a migraine that day. though what leighton doesn’t know is whenever she’s not around you go back to feeling down. even quieter than usual.

sure, you knew the chances of leighton murray returning your feelings were slim to none… but you thought you had read all the signs correctly. apparently you were wrong. but you didn’t want to dwell on it too much; besides, leighton was just a crush, right? it’s not like you were in love with her or anything.

sure, you had denied every person who’s asked you on a date, or shown interest in you… but that had nothing to do with leighton.

oh who were you kidding? everything you did was because of leighton. she was your dream girl, and was also becoming your bestest friend. but you knew you had to get over her for the sake of that friendship. maybe that’s why you ended up giving your number to dani martinez, one of the girls on the softball team. she was tall, and had dark black hair that fell just bellow her shoulders; her eyes were dark and full of mischief. she flirted with you every time she came into the library, which wasn’t very often, but she was definitely very persistent.

today you had finally given her your number after rejecting her for two months. the gigantic smile that overtook her features as soon as you did, caused you to genuinely giggle. leighton ironically walks into the library as soon as dani walks out, and she greets you with that colgate smile which always causes the butterflies in your belly to burst. “hey you, come on we’re trying this new greek place today.” she tells you.

you flash her that sweet little smile, and that’s when it hits her that this is the first time in a month that she’s seen that genuine smile. it causes her to falter for a moment, “everything okay? you look happy.” she comments, trying not to sound too suspicious. you nod, “yeah, i’m good. come on, let’s go get some greek food.” you tell her, nudging her shoulder with your own. leighton decides not to press any further. she thought things were okay between you two, but perhaps she was wrong.

relax, leighton, you’re probably just overthinking things.

leighton’s subconscious attempts to soothe her, but she can’t help but wonder if maybe she did something wrong. did she say something rude? she had a tendency to say the wrong thing all the time… but you always understood her. you somehow always knew what leighton was trying to say, and it was nice. she felt like she belonged right beside you, and when she was talking to you, opening up came so easily. not to mention how kind you are, and leighton wasn’t blind. she was aware of how beautiful you are.

in her opinion you were perfect. that’s why it was so hard for her to just make a move on you; if you didn’t feel the same, it would crush her. everything you did already affected her, hell, when she thought you were upset with her last month she had a mini panic attack. today was friday and you canceled on her via text. she couldn’t even complain or ask you why, she knew it wasn’t really any of her business what you were doing on a friday night… but you always spent friday nights with her.

she ends up hanging out with whitney. the two were picking up some food from an italian restaurant down the street from the university. whitney has been wanting to try it for weeks, but leighton wasn’t even in the mood to eat. she was too busy wondering if you were busy with someone else tonight, or if you just didn’t want to hang out with her. she didn’t know which option was worse. she quickly gets her answer a few moments later. as if the universe hates her, she hears that carefree giggle of yours that always made her heart lurch in her chest.

her head snaps around at the sound, and the sight of you sitting in front of dani martinez— the softball teams pitcher— causes her heart to sink into the pit in her stomach. her gaze lingers on you as her eyes dare to tread down to see dani’s hand playing with yours on the table. you’re smiling at the raven haired girl with the same smile leighton thinks about nonstop throughout the day. to see it directed at some cliche jock made her angrier than she cared to admit.

dani martinez doesn’t deserve that smile.

“is that y/n?” whitney asks, squinting in your direction, “oh my god, is she here with dani? from the softball team?” the dark haired girl asks in a scandalous manner, causing leighton to scoff. “i’m sure they’re just here as friends or something. if y/n had a date tonight she would’ve told me.” leighton sounds as though she’s trying to convince herself more than her friend, but whitney doesn’t let up. “friends? friends don’t sit across from each other while holding hands.”

leighton frowns, her expression hardening as her gaze fixates on you. “i’m just gonna go ask her.” leighton declares, as she attempts to walk over to you, but whitney’s grasp around her wrist stops her. “you’re gonna crash her date?” she incredulously asks the blonde, who’s angry expression falters for a split second. “what else am i supposed to do? just let dani martinez sweep her off her feet?” leighton asks, and whitney flashes her a pointed look.

“haven’t you had months to make a move on y/n?” whitney inquires pointedly, doing nothing to ease the blonde’s vexation. “i’m working up to it!” leighton answers, agitation seeping through her tone. whitney cocks a brow in clear skepticism, “since when do you work up to anything? you’re the most impatient person i know!” whitney counterpoints, and leighton physically deflates. “it’s just… i don’t wanna ruin our friendship.” leighton’s voice is lower than before, and it causes her friends features to soften.

“yes you do; you’re just afraid she doesn’t feel the same or that it won’t work. it’s okay to be scared, you know?” whitney assures the blonde, who scoffs. “i’m not scared. leighton murray doesn’t get scared.” she tries to sound as confident as usual, but whitney can see right through her. leighton’s eyes trail over to you, and her heart cracks as she sees dani lean over the table to move a strand of hair out of your face. the way your cheeks flush in the same way they do whenever leighton fixes your hair for you, causes pure betrayal to course throughout her body.

she knew you weren’t technically hers, but watching someone else do something she always does for you makes something inside of her snap. “order for whitney.” the hostess says, as she brings out a bag of food. whitney gets distracted for a minute and it’s like leighton’s legs have a mind of their own. she begins to walk up to the table you’re sitting at; dani clearly didn’t know you preferred sitting in a booth.

you clock leighton as soon as you see her approaching the table. your eyes widen in slight panic, not because you don’t want her to interrupt your date, but because you didn’t even tell her about said date. the blonde really isn’t sure what comes over her; she hasn’t acted this rude or catty with you since you two started getting closer. yet as she stands beside your table, gazing at you with this intense pair of blue eyes that tell you firsthand just how upset she is… you know you’re in for it.

she folds her arms, not even bothering to greet you or dani. “hey leigh… what are you doing here?” you sound like you’ve just been caught doing something wrong, when you know you haven’t. you’re single, and not even leighton’s type, so why would she be upset about you having dinner with dani? “whitney and i came to pick up some pasta. what are you doing here?” she practically interrogates you, and before you can even think of a proper response, dani— who can nearly feel the jealousy radiating off of the blonde— beats you to it.

“we’re on a date.” the jock pipes up, and leighton can’t even contain a scoff. “i wasn’t taking to you, babe ruth. i was talking to her.” leighton doesn’t even bother looking at the raven haired girl, who’s jaw nearly falls agape due to the rude attitude of the blonde. you feel yourself getting smaller under her gaze, “i’ll let you two talk, i’m gonna get a drink from the bar.” dani declares as she stands up, and flashes you a small, reassuring smile. her gaze goes serious as she looks at leighton before walking off.

a silence takes over the two of you once you’re alone with the blonde. “this is what you bailed on me for?? shitty italian food with dani martinez?” leighton interrogates you, and your eyes lock with hers. “the foods not that bad.” you try to lighten up the mood, but it clearly doesn’t work because leighton is staring at you with this abnormally cold expression etched onto her features. the anger is still practically seeping off of her, and you can’t figure out why leighton is so upset about you being on a date with dani.

“you ditched our friday night hangout so you could go on a date with some wanna be max kepler.” she sardonically says, and you pause. “i don’t know who max kepler is… but dani is nice, leigh. what’s the actual problem here? i know this isn’t about me canceling.” you call her out, and leighton’s cold exterior falters; for a minute you can see just how betrayed she looks. “i just thought… i thought you’d rather go out with me. not some lame jock.” the way she says the words causes something inside of you to snap.

“of course i’d rather hang out with you, leighton, but dani asked me on a date.” you know it’s a stupid response, and you can tell by the way she’s staring at you with a look of disbelief. “so any lame jock asks you out and you’re saying yes? just like that?” leighton’s voice is catty and vexed, yet it sends a jolt of emotion into you. “well, yeah, at least someone’s asking me out. why do you even care? i’m not your type so who doesn’t matter who i choose to go out with?” you ask her, in an inscrutable manner that she’s never seen from you. leighton looks taken back for a moment, and for less than a second, her confused expression makes you feel a little bad. until you remember her words from that night. she specifically told you that you weren’t her type, you were actually far from it.

“what are you talking about?” she questions demandingly, and you go silent, unable to bring it in yourself to reveal to her that you were at that party a few weeks ago. how were you supposed to tell her that you heard what she said, and you were hurt about it? you didn’t want leighton to know you felt anything for her, you already knew she didn’t feel the same so what was the point of admitting it? you didn’t want to ruin your friendship, and you figured the best way was dating someone else to forget about her.

“y/n, what are you talking about?” leighton repeats, pulling you out of your thoughts. “i’m talking about that party you invited me to last month. i heard you talking to your little fan-girls. about your type.” you pettily throw out before you can even think about taking it back. leighton freezes, her entire demeanor shifting from confused to shocked in less than a second. “y/n i didn’t know you were there if i did—“ you cut her off, flashing her a look of disbelief. “if you did you would’ve what, leighton? lied to spare my feelings?” you inquire, undoubtedly angry.

leighton shakes her head rapidly, “no, i—“ she tries but dani returns before she can. “hey… i got you a strawberry margarita.” the jock has this nervous smile on her face, but leighton doesn’t seem to care that dani’s intentions are clearly pure. she doesn’t want any other girl taking you out on friday nights, and buying you fruity drinks. “we aren’t done talking here, martinez.” leighton angrily says, and you frown. “yes we are. dani and i are getting dessert after this.” you glare at her, mentally telling her to stop and go away.

her shoulders fall, and she visibly deflates. “y/n—“ she tries, but you shake your head. “please just go.” you can barely meet her gaze, and her heart clenches in her chest, as if it’s being squeezed so tight it might pop. the blonde wants to say something else, except she doesn’t know what else to say. or maybe she does. maybe leighton knows she should tell you how much she likes you; how despite you being nothing she’s usually into, she is. she’s very into you.

but she doesn’t.

no, instead leighton turns around and makes her way to where whitney is waiting for her. her best friend has a pointed look on her face; she clearly already knows things didn’t just pan out well for the blonde. “let me guess, she got pissed at you for crashing her date?” whitney questions, and leighton is too deep in thought to even hear the dark haired girl. “did you see y/n at that party last month? you remember the one you invited me to for girls night?” leighton asks, and whitney shakes her head.

“no, i didn’t see her there. why? did something happen?” whitney questions, and the look on leighton’s face tells her everything she needs to know. “oh god, what did you do?” the dark haired girl asks, and leighton’s eyes widen. “okay, first of all, why do you assume i did something? and second of all, it wasn’t even that big of a deal. i don’t know why y/n is being dramatic.” she mutters, “she’s only on a date tonight so she could hurt me. i bet she knew we’d be here.” leighton doesn’t sound convincing in the slightest, “we didn’t even know we were coming here until an hour ago.” whitney points out in an irritated manner.

leighton’s facade falls, and whitney can see the way leighton’s face contorts to a genuine expression. “she heard me talking to a few girls at that party last month… i was just talking out of my ass, you know? i was describing my perfect “type” of woman, and y/n heard.” leighton downplays it, and whitney raises a brow. “well, what did you say your type was?” the dark haired woman inquires, as they make their way to whitney’s dorm room. “i just said my perfect woman would probably be 5’6, good style, preferably from a major metropolitan city, blonde…” leighton’s voice fades off as she repeats her words from last month. there’s this overwhelming sense of dread that comes over her, and whitney stops in her tracks to throw leighton a surprised look.

“you basically said y/n wasn’t anything you wanted, leigh.” she points out, and leighton shakes her head quickly. “but i didn’t mean it! i was mostly describing a girl like me.” leighton admits, and whitney cocks a brow at her best friend, “and how would you feel if you heard her saying she wasn’t into blondes? or if she was describing her dream girl and you didn’t fit any of the criteria?” whitney asks, and leighton goes quiet.

“i have to go back and explain to her—“ leighton tries to speak, but her friend cuts her off with a sharp look and a shake of her head. “not now. she’s on a date, leigh. you gotta let her enjoy what’s left of her night. you can talk to her tomorrow.” whitney pointedly says, and leighton glances down at her shoes, letting out a breath. “fine. i’ll just let daniella try and get her into bed.” leighton bitterly says, and whitney laughs. “girl, y/n is so down bad for you, she’s not going to sleep with dani.” whitney assures her, and leighton sighs, unable to shake the thought from her mind.

tonight was going to be a long night.

[jjsmaybank20]

Maybe you could write a Leighton Murray x reader where they are already dating and reader is really physical with Leighton and she surprisingly loves it?

Physical

Leighton Murray x fem!reader

Summary: You're a very touchy person. How will that mesh with Leighton's distant nature?

Warnings: FLUFF FLUFF

Word Count: 701

A/N: So sorry it took so long! Life has gotten int he way, so fics will be kinda random for now. I'll try to get back into it soon! Hope you like it!

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Leighton was never one for physical affection, or any sort of lasting attachment for that matter. Even if she slept with someone more than once, she never let them hold her hand or kiss her outside of sex. No hugs, no cheek kisses, no strings attached. She thought that this was going to be her rule for a long time, and that maybe it would be true for any of her future official relationships that she might have. As soon as she started dating you, everything changed. 

She met you through Whitney, who had met you in the gym when she had been doing weight training for soccer. You had struck up a conversation with her, as you were a very friendly person, and the two of you became friends quickly after that. It didn’t take long for Leighton to realize that you were a very physical person. She saw you giving everyone hugs, and kisses on the cheek. When the two of you were formally introduced, you held out your hand for a fistbump. Leighton was lost, as she thought you were going to pull her into a hug or some other overly affectionate action.

When she asked Whitney about it, her friend gave her a sly grin. “Why do you wanna know? Did you want her to hug you or something? I thought you hated it when people do that, especially people you barely know.” Leighton angrily stutters over her words, making Whitney laugh. “I’m just teasing you, Leight. Y/N does that with everyone. She may be physical, but she makes sure not to make people uncomfortable. I promise, if you get to know her better, the hugs and shit will come quickly.” 

Over time, you and Leighton began to hang out more and more frequently. Whitney’s statement held true, and you slowly began stepping up the physical affection as your friendship progressed. With these actions slowly increasing, Leighton began to encounter something that she never thought she ever would. Every time you grabbed her hand while you walked to class together, or wrapped your arms around her in a warm hug, a swarm of butterflies seemed to overtake her stomach.

When you finally asked her out, she immediately said yes. You were surprised, as Whitney had told you that Leighton never said yes to a date. She was a no strings attached kind of gal. Your date was extremely successful, and a couple dates after, you asked her to be your girlfriend. Once again, she quickly said yes. 

When you arrived, the two of you were hand in hand to absolutely no one’s surprise. You escort the blonde up the stairs to her dorm room where her worried roommates are waiting for her. Before you leave, you grab her face and place a heated kiss on her lips before pulling back and laying kisses all over her face. She grumbles, as per usual, but when you turn around and exit, her roommates see something that they hadn’t expected. Instead of Leighton looking upset, she was bright pink and had a silly little smile on her lips.  In her shock, Bela blurted out, “You like that?!” Whitney smacks her arm, but after a second she reiterates the question in a calmer manner. Leighton thinks for a second before replying, “Yeah, I do. I never thought I would like it, but I really really do.” This statement cures all of the suitemates worries, and they realize that they should leave your relationship alone. You were bringing out a new side of Leighton that had never been seen before, and it was obvious how happy you made her. She was changing her distant ways, just for you.

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nutella

summary: leighton murray x fem!reader. reader brings home a kitten off the sidewalk and is nervous to see how her girlfriend will react. (around 1.4k words)

warnings: small mention of leighton killing reader and alcohol

a/n: first time writing here in a long time and in this fandom so if anyone wants to reach out for tips or just to be friends please do!

Nobody really understood how you and Leighton were together. You were both pretty, sure, but you were so different. You were always more of the quiet, people pleaser type and Leighton was everything but that. So seeing you two together was a shock, especially to the people you guys lived with who saw that Leighton was the one person you weren’t too eager to please. You always felt that when in a relationship, your wants and needs were just as important. You could do without dating someone, but having no friends? That was a little more difficult. So when you came to your roommates, excluding your girlfriend, worried that she would be pissed at you for something you did, they were surprised to say the least.

“I just don’t know how she’s going to react, like, this doesn’t really seem to be much of her thing…” You explained. You lived in an apartment with your girlfriend and your friends Bela, Whitney, and Kimberly and let's just say that only one of the four would possibly have a bad reaction to what you had done.

“Okay, first off, who doesn’t love kittens? They’re, like, tiny fluffy angels of joy. But, um… if she’s not a kitten person, maybe we can spin this as a—uh—therapeutic emotional support thing? Or, I don’t know, is she allergic? Because if she is, then yeah, we might have a problem, but otherwise, I think she’ll come around once she sees its little face. Look at it! It’s practically impossible to be mad when it’s looking at you like that!" Kimberly argued. The kitten on your lap purred and looked at Kimberly with wide eyes.

You found the kitten on the sidewalk in front of Theta on your way to give Nico a case of beer as a thanks for helping you with some French homework and there was no way you were going to just leave the little thing there. So, you emptied out the case of beer (with help of a random frat guy) and put the kitten in the box and brought it to the vet, where you decided that you had fallen in love with it and couldn’t let anyone else have it. Telling the people you lived with didn’t cross your mind until you got home and saw three of your roommates sitting in the living room. Good thing for you, Bela, Kimberly, and Whitney were all immediately excited.

"Look, Leighton might not seem to be a cat person, or like a pet person in general… But, this kitten is about to ruin her whole icy vibe, and I, for one, can’t wait." Bela smirked at the idea.

“Oh my Jesus, Leighton is going to kill me!” You said, covering your face with your hands making sure not to crush the little brown furball that sat in your lap. Leighton’s image was very important to her and having a cute little kitten was for sure, not in her ideal look.

Whitney decided it was time for her to step in, “I mean, I get it—Leighton’s not exactly the ‘spontaneous kitten adoption’ type. But honestly, who can resist a kitten? I mean, she’ll probably be annoyed at first because she’s, well, Leighton. But once she sees how cute it is, she’ll come around. Just give her some time. Worst-case scenario, we find someone else who can take care of it.”

You took a second to think, “No I’m definitely going with Kimberly’s emotional support kitten thing. I think that’ll work.”

Just as you finished your sentence, you heard your girlfriend’s keys through the door and quickly moved the kitten onto the couch beside you and got up to meet her at the door. “God, Y/N, are you trying to give me a heart attack? Like, normal people wait at least three feet away from the door.” Leighton put her hand on her chest feigning shock and rolled her eyes then put her purse on one of the empty chairs in the living room before giving you a smile to show she wasn’t actually mad. She moved her hand to your lower back before pulling you into a short but sweet kiss, not caring that all of your roommates were able to see. At the lack of reaction from the roommates about the kiss (As used to you guys kissing as they were, there was usually at least one fake gasp every time you kissed in front of them.), Leighton looked around at all of you with narrowed eyes. “Okay, you’re being weird, what's going on?”

“Baby, please don’t be mad–” You started, immediately abandoning the emotional support kitten idea, before getting cut off as Leighton noticed the tiny, brown creature staring up at her with bright eyes. The look comically similar to a look you would give Leighton when you wanted to convince her of something.

“Y/N” Leighton started. “What the hell is that?” She asked, pointing at the kitten and giving you a tight-lipped face that, in your head, you called her ‘trying not to be mad at you’ face. 

Whitney, Bela, and Kimberly all quickly got up from their respective seats and rushed into their own rooms. All of which receiving an annoyed look from you and Leighton, albeit for different reasons.

"Okay, baby, hear me out—this tiny angel was all alone and needed a home. Look at those eyes, Leighton! You’re seriously going to tell me you can’t feel your icy heart melting just a little?" You quickly moved to pick up the kitten and held it as if it was a baby while rubbing its belly, causing it to purr loudly.

You gave your girlfriend your best puppy dog eyes, or in this case, kitten eyes, and watched some of her annoyance soften. “"Okay, seriously? You’re trying to win me over with that face? Nice try, but I’m not giving in that easily. It’s gonna knock things over, scratch up the furniture, and I’ll be the one dealing with it."

“No you won’t!” You quickly argued, “5 people live here and Whit, Bela, and Kimberly all already love her so they will for sure help out.” Her expression softened a little more, but there was still a small bit of resistance left. “And I will never make you clean the litter box.”

This promise seemed to be enough for Leighton as she reached out to pet the kitten, "Okay, fine. I’ll guess it’s... kind of cute. But don’t think this means I’m on board with turning our place into a zoo."

You gasped and gave her a bright smile, “You are not going to regret this!” She gave you a smile back and stepped closer to look at the kitten with you and you took this opportunity for another, but slightly longer, kiss.

Leighton was finally smiling at both you and the cat. “Does she have a name?” She asked, causing you to smile sheepishly.

“Nutella,” You giggled.

Leighton, while still smiling, side-eyed you. “Y/N, I said yes to the cat but I will not be having a cat that everyone ends up calling Nut.”

You look at her slightly embarrassed as you had definitely not thought that through, “Maybe we rethink the name then.”

“It’ll come to us,” She smiled back at you.

Later that night, you came out of the bathroom after your nighttime routine to find Leighton on the bed, reading a book about some new mathematical theory (that she would attempt to explain to you later and you wouldn’t even slightly understand, but listen anyway cause listening to her nerd out was always fun for you), with Nutella laying on her chest purring louder than you had ever thought the little thing could.

“Looks like you’ve replaced me,” You joked.

Leighton looked up at you and then down at the kitten and smiled. “I think there’s room for the both of you.”

You laughed softly before getting into the bed next to her. Leighton put her book on the nightstand, careful not to disturb the little furball, and turned off the lamp. You immediately took the opportunity to rest your head on the side of her chest the kitten wasn’t occupying and brought your hand, which normally sat on Leighton’s stomach underneath her shirt, up to pet your new baby. “Thank you for letting me keep her,” you spoke softly.

Leighton brought her hand up to rub your back. “Anything to make you happy, Y/N.” You sighed contently, feeling her hand. “Plus, she’s kinda sweet. It’s like a really small, furry version of you.”

You laughed softly, “I love you, Leighton.” Your smile and tiredness easily audible in your voice.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Leighton said before you both fell asleep.

[hermslore]

Pretty Girl [Reneé Rapp x Reader]

Reneé had been crushing on you for weeks, but you had a boyfriend. She knew you were straight, or at least, she thought so..

Warning : Mentions of smut

[Based on Pretty Girls by Reneé Rapp.]

Part 2

"You know," your hand traces Reneé's chest, "If I liked girls, I'd definitely have fucked you by now.." your voice sultry, whispering in her ear. Reneé pants as you mess with her. "Oh yeah? What about your boyfriend?" she says, biting her lip. "He wouldn't mind," well, shit.

You kiss her, full on the mouth, hands stroking her cheek. Reneé gasps into the kiss. She's liked you for weeks, because you were deliciously hot.

It was her suggestion that you both go to a club, and she knew you were "straight" but couldn't help but have the need to kiss you. And well, it was happening now.

You'd think that Reneé'd be flattered, well, it's pathetic because you're right.

Your hands slip up her skirt as she gasps into your mouth. Your mouth trails kisses down her jaw, to her neck as she whimpers. "You know, you're surprisingly good at this for a straight girl,"

You pull her in by her collar, kissing her neck and then pushing her up against a wall. Her hands travel to your ass, making you moan against her.

You both went home together that day, having an amazing "girls night."

Reneé knew you were wasted and that that night meant nothing to you. After all, it was late, you were drunk, of course you wanted to have a taste of a pretty girl.

She expected nothing more, however her mind kept wondering back to that night. Unexpectedly, you and Reneé kept hooking up, she took you back to her house, you pulled her in by her tie, slammed her against a door, and shoved your tongue in her mouth.

Another time, she pinned you to the wall, her fingers ramming in and out of your clit as you moaned her name softly.

Despite all this, Reneé was your dirty little secret, and of course she wanted more, she really liked you. But, every time she tried to talk about it, the conversation was classic, she could predict it line by line.

You had a reputation as a "straight girl", you had a boyfriend, you were nowhere near in love with the girl as much as she was with you. She'd claim she liked a straight jacket, but you wouldn't even so much as hold her hand in public.

Another time, your hands slipping into her pants as she gasped, "Oh shit," you giggled. You always acted like you guys never hooked up and for Reneé, it was a blessing and a curse. But in reality, you loved having her at your mercy, you loved touching her, you loved the noises she made, but you were just doing this for fun, after all, you were straight, weren't you?

"Wanna go clubbing?" She smiled, against your neck. "Yes, but my boyfr-" you started but she cut you off. "Yeah, your boyfriend's cute," she said, rolling her eyes, pulling you in by your neck to kiss you.

You gave her a look as Reneé realised. "Oh shit, yeah, he can come too."

Reneé went to get drinks for the three of you. When she came back, her heart broke a bit, there you were, kissing your boyfriend in public, his hands touching everywhere she used to touch.

She bit her lip, keeping the drinks down and running out the room, she knew you had a boyfriend, she knew she was gonna get hurt, but she couldn't help but love you.

You saw her face and excused yourself, you ran after her. "Reneé, listen to me, please" you came after her, but she refused to talk to you.

"You know what, you say that I'm your favorite with your hands in between my thighs, but you'll be his in the morning anyway."

"What? What're you talking about? We both agreed to this being for fun, you know it too. I'm straight!" You said, in disbelief.

She chuckled bitterly, looking at you with teary eyes. "Keep on pretending pretty girl."

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A Leighton Murray X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[The Full Version - FINALE; Part Four]

Minors DNI!!!

* (Working with some hefty topics here, as well as some quite explicit smut features along the way, basically!)

Takes place mainly after the events of season 3, as well as occasionally drifting back to events proceeding even before season 1 takes place!

Heavy WIP!!!

* I may have already made some mistakes somewhere; trust me to do that, honestly!

I sincerely apologise for my invasion of the story, as well (or do I?)

Word Count [Exclusive to this Part]: standing around 15.6k!

I hope you enjoy it; there will be more!

!TW(s) [to be expected]: deals in depression + PTSD + anxiety + separation anxiety, self-doubt + self-hatred, handles break-ups, handles suicidal attempts + consideration, masturbation (vague) + smut (explicit), handles topics + types of abuse, smoking, handles a car accident + a love-triangle, matters of hospitality, online ghosting, handles idea/topics of death, swearing + sexual references, jealousy, handles financial struggle/poverty, inadvertent cheating, substance abuse + consideration, feeling + being sick, drugs + alcohol, some nudity, blood, handles weaponry, handles panic attacks + injury detail - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you!

Favour/Let’s Dance in Bars

XVII

“You’ve been crying - why?” Leighton had asked you, shortly after the first time you’d both been intimate together, the way you had, then.

You’d winced, in response to her question.

“W-What do you mean-? I - I’ve not been-”

“I know what it looks like, when you - y’know, cry; I’ve seen you do it before,” she’d interjected, not unkindly as you’d warily allowed your gaze to meet her own, no matter how much it had terrified you, the way it did, then.

“Leight,” you’d begun again timidly, her listening to your every word at the time as she’d nodded to know she’d been paying attention, and always would be from this point onwards, only making your heart falter all over again.

You wondered if it would ever stop having such a reaction just to her being as close to you, as she was then, as well as now.

“I-.. I don’t know why I was crying, okay? I - I guess I just-.. being with you, it - it’s been - the best thing that’s ever happened to me so far, a-and I just-.. Leight, I - I’m scared I’m-.. shit-.. look, it’s nothing, okay? It doesn’t matter, I just - I just wanted you to know that I’m grateful to you, and I probably always will be - you know that, right?”

Leighton couldn’t help, but smile warmly back at you at the time, and not even because she was tired, and the glinting of your eyes was positively consuming every lingering bit of her interest and attention as she nodded slowly, before finding herself giggling softly again.

You winced, faltering as you worried you’d messed up by telling her something like that already, when you’d only met her earlier, that day.

“Fuck, I’m sorry - t-that was - that was probably a lot, just for-.. I’m sorry,” you’d managed, and Leighton raised her eyebrows, the smile still controlling her lips and the light in her own eyes as she leaned forward a little closer to you, allowing her to connect her forehead to your own, at the time, the way it did, then.

“Don’t worry - I’ve heard worse than that, honestly,” she reassured you gently, before delicately pressing her lips to your own again, only making the fluttering come back again as your eyelids had fluttered shut, before the kiss had managed to end, miserably all over again. “It feels good, anyway, h-hearing that - and not just d’you wanna do it again, or meet up again and - y’know, all that kinda shit, and more,” she admitted, as she rested her head upon your chest again, listening to your hardly steady heart beat as it went on, but all you’d felt was guilt, then, when you remembered your next question, and how you’d wanted to ask her exactly if she could come back and see you again.

The next thing you knew, she was carrying you into your bedroom upstairs, seeing as it didn’t look like it was anywhere on the first floor of your own apartment, the way it did, then.

“I can’t believe you’re making me wait even longer,” you whined, “Leight - Leight, c’mon, just - we don’t have to move, we could just-”

But she’d already got up the stairs, by now, and was curiously looking around at the different rooms, ranging from a slightly smaller bathroom, to a couple of similar sized bedrooms on the opposite side of it.

“Which one’s your’s, huh?” She inquired, grinning victoriously down at you as you cursed feebly, before gesticulating toward the one furthest away from you both. “Sure thing,” she remarked, before proceeding to the room you’d gesticulated her toward, the way you did, then, as you winced, and buried your face into the crook of her neck all over again.

“Please, Leight - I need - I just need you to-”

“Don’t worry - I know what you need, baby,” she reassured you gently, and you hesitantly allowed your gaze to meet her own, bud aching all the more painfully by now, but her eyes made you forget about it for a little while, as you smiled softly up at her, wondering what you’d done to deserve her, all over again, now.

“Hey, erm - did it hurt, when - when you - y’know, fell from heaven, when you did?” You managed, eventually, and Leighton raised her eyebrows, before she giggled softly, as she carefully laid you down on your bed, blissfully all over again, as well as delicately, as if she feared she could break you if she handled you any rougher, than she had, then.

“You’re seriously still using that one? I thought you would have-..”

She winced, as she decided against finishing her statement, but you shook your head slowly, as you smiled reassuringly back at her, not wanting her to be afraid of how it would make you feel, to be reminded of the time apart you’d both had together, the way you did, miserably before now.

“I’m - I’m sorry-”

“No, Leight - it - it’s okay, I promise - we’re here, now - what happened before doesn’t matter anymore, okay? We can just-.. I’m just happy, to - to be here with you again, after-.. after everything, a-and whether that changes or not, we - we could just-.. I just want to be here with you, okay? At - At least - At least for tonight, a-and if you want to go after I just - it’s - it’s okay, Leight, I promise just - just be here with me, f-for now, okay? A-And I don’t know I just - I just really need-”

“I’m not leaving - hey, look at me-”

You’d been trying not to again, your eyes watering as you tried to swallow back the lump forming in your throat again, the aching from before hardly there by now even as she was sat beside you, propping herself up on her left elbow as she tried to meet your gaze again, wishing she could try and take the pain away somehow that seemed to often be plaguing you, the way it was, then.

She also wished she could try and take back the fear she’d implanted within you that one day you’d see her again, only to find yourself losing her all over again somehow, the way you had, then, those few years ago, now - at least, anyway.

“Baby, look at me, okay? I want you to hear what I need to tell you, a-and to know that I mean it, m-more than anything, I promise, just - please just look at me, and things’ll get better - I know they will - c-can you do that, for me?”

You hesitated, at first, as Leighton waited patiently for you, her eyes never leaving you as you turned your face toward her again, tried your hand at the best smile you could do, only to fail miserably, leaving you feeling empty, all over again, regardless of the efforts you’d put into it, the way you had, then.

“Leight,” you began again gently, and she found she couldn’t continue again for a moment as your voice rolled over her, small though it was, then, “n-no, okay? You don’t have to do this; you don’t have to-”

“I do,” she interjected without hesitation, the next time; she couldn’t let the night end without you knowing how much you’d always meant to her, and though it still scared her sometimes that she could end up pushing you away somehow by doing so - although it was a possibility highly unlikely, at this rate - she couldn’t run away anymore; she had to fight for you, now more than ever, at this point in time, by now. “I fucking do, Y/n, okay? And it’s not just because I love you, it’s - it’s because-.. I can’t lose you again, okay? I just can’t, I-.. Y’know, sometimes I wonder if I really did hide it that well, h-how much it-.. hurt, when - when I found out you’d gone. I remember I always tried to kid myself, too, but-.. somehow, it was just always - there, k-knowing that you were somewhere else, a-and - and I was just-.. here, a-and.. even when I was with Alicia, I-.. I’m scared I still felt it, but-.. but-.. it doesn’t matter now,” she managed a little more dejectedly, her voice trembling a little, before she smiled timidly back at you all over again, eyes glinting more than they ever had with it before, the way they did, then, “the only thing that does matter is that we’re together, okay? A-And when you wake up tomorrow, we - I’ll still be here; I promise; we both will, a-and when you wake up, I’ll probably already be awake, and I’ll tell you how much you mean to me again, b-because - because you’re everything to me, baby, and nothing can ever change that, I promise - nothing, and it never will again. Y-You believe me, right? Y-You believe I’ll try, this time? Please say you do, I - I just - baby, I-”

She fell quiet, as soon as your lips brushed against her’s again.

She had hardly managed to recompose herself, by the time the caress had ended, the way it did, her eyes a little more half-lidded for a moment as she opened her eyes, melting into the way your touch felt against her right cheek, the way it did, then.

“I believe you, Leight - I promise you I do, okay? You - You’d never hurt me like that; you’d-.. baby, you’d never-..”

Your voice cracked a little as you had to bow your head again, not wanting her to see that you were still on the verge of breaking down all over again, especially when it didn’t help your cause in trying to prove to her that you knew you could trust her, even after you’d lost her before.

Her heart had dropped again, at that; at seeing you so broken, the way you were, then, looking even more lost than you had before somehow even when she was there with you, her right arm wrapped around your waist as you tried to stay calm, not wanting to scare her anymore, the way you were, then.

“Okay,” she managed, eventually, and you expressed relief, a shaky breath escaping you as you nodded hastily, eyes never leaving her own again.

“Okay?” You replied, eyes searching her own as you tried to seek something within them, though you weren’t quite sure what it was, yet, when you did it, just wanting to make sure she knew you were at least willing to try and trust her again, no matter how hard it proved to be eventually - if it did prove to be more difficult than you thought, anyway, if you decided to stay here for the long term - in the end, anyway, hopefully nowhere near after today, as long as things went okay, regardless of what the future might have in store for the both of you, shortly after today, or maybe even sooner than that.

Nobody can know when, or if things will end up going wrong.

You were all the more terrified, when she had you carefully straddled beneath her, your bottom half still uncovered as she delicately kissed at your neck again, the mark she’d created a little darker than it had been before, by now.

You hadn’t exactly done this in a little while. Your last had been Elizabeth, and whenever you thought about it it filled you with dread all over again, you trying to keep your breathing pattern regular as you told yourself Leighton wouldn’t hurt you, like Elizabeth did; she had been just as gentle, the last time, and all the times before that that you’d seen one another again, and you knew you were safe with her, as long as you could help it, somehow.

“I still can’t believe you haven’t let me work on you, yet,” you admitted, breathing a little exasperatedly as Leighton suckled a little further down from your last mark, as if she were intent on trying to create another, already.

She’d stopped, however, when she heard your voice again, lifting her head alongside her eyebrows again as she smirked mischievously down at you, and you felt your heart so easily trembling at such a look from her again.

“Why? You miss how it felt, too? Or, maybe-”

As she leaned down again, her breath hot, and unusually comforting as it was, against your left ear, the way it had been, blissfully then.

“Did you miss how I tasted?” She teased, and you shuddered uncontrollably as your eyelids fluttered a little alongside the feeling as you felt her tongue gliding over the shell of your ear, after that, before there was a littler hint of teeth, finishing almost as fast as it had begun - at least, anyway.

“M-More than you know, baby,” you mustered up, though it made your face burn all the more, her looking pleased at such a response as she nodded confidently as if she’d been expecting as much.

“Good,” she replied simply, “but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you work on me just yet, okay?”

You frowned, evidently disappointed as she giggled softly again, and your breath hitched when you felt the fingers of your left hand trailing down your right side again.

“Fuck - Leight-”

“What? Do you like it when I do that? Maybe you’ll like it even more if I-”

You cursed a little shakily as she trailed her hand even lower, verging on being much too close for comfort, at this point in time, by now.

“Y’know, I think there’s something I haven’t done yet, aside from the usual - yeah, but - if you don’t want me to do it, I don’t want to push you, okay? I could never make you do things you’re not comfortable with doing, okay? I love you, baby, and maybe if you’re already ready we could-”

“No, Leight - we’re not doing that, yet, okay? And you know what I’m going to say; you know that I still need to-”

“You don’t,” she contradicted gently, “Y/n, you - you don’t owe me anything. Well, maybe nothing, but - disappearing - everything else is good, I promise. But still - I don’t want you to feel like-”

When you’d got the idea, you were scared of what it would do; of how she would react, but you were determined to show her how much she meant to you, too, as you perhaps not-so-romantically tried to rub at her inner-thigh, dangerously close to her own central area, like she had been to your own before, not too long ago, now, at least.

“Seriously? You think that’s gonna work? Y/n-”

But she was distracted; you could tell she was, as you leaned up a little to bury your face into the left side of her neck, only making it harder for her to breathe as you gently nibbled at the skin, and she tried not to react too much as she shuddered when she felt your teeth on her skin again, accompanied by the light scrape of your tongue as she rolled her eyes a little, and turned her head slightly so she could rest her chin upon the top of your own head, as she smiled softly, wondering how she’d survived without you, before, the way she had, then.

“You’re still not winning against me on this - I hope you know that,” she teased, and you couldn’t help, but grin against her neck, as you tried not to giggle, before you pressed further and all the more delicate kisses along her neck, and down her left shoulder-blade, over and over and over again now - seemingly, anyway, until it was sadly over, and you’d returned to the same spot you’d been working upon again.

“I’m not trying to,” you claimed, and she scoffed, but you didn’t give in, as you carefully eased her closer up your body with your left arm around her waist, and maybe she wouldn’t have given in, if she didn’t feel you fumbling at her own jeans again, trying to get them undone clumsily, as she shuddered again, the anticipation exasperating her even more as she lowered her head a little, breathing a little shakier than she had been, before.

It shouldn’t have made your heart falter, the way it did, to achieve such a reaction from her after she’d been trying to work on you as much as she had, before, the way she had, then.

It - made you feel good, to say the least; to make her feel the same way she made you feel, all in so little time, as well.

It didn’t take you as long as you thought it would to get the button undone, before you slid the zipper down, and she swallowed timidly again, albeit quietly, as she turned her head again to connect her right cheek to the left side of your face, your hair soft and making her feel so much more at home again.

“I love you,” you whispered again, and your voice didn’t tremble this time as you delicately pressed a kiss to the skin between her neck and shoulder blade again, before you carefully allowed your left hand to slip beneath the now loosed flap of her jeans, before they disappeared into her pants, and her body finally tensed against your’s again, like it hadn’t done for so long - at least, not in a more intimate situation such as this one was, now, the way it was, then.

“Fuck - Y/n-”

“It’s okay,” you cooed gently, and she winced as she buried her face into the crook of your neck again as you lifted your free hand up to the back of her neck, almost head, making her feel a little better and slightly more relaxed, as she breathed a little faintly against your skin, somehow prompting goosebumps to prickle along your arms and legs as she did, but you didn’t want to make any movements too quickly as you wanted her to show you that she wanted you to, rather than have you force it upon her like you didn’t care for her own experience, as much as your’s, instead.

Eventually, she had managed to recompose herself enough in the end to slowly move a little against your middle finger, kissing along your neck again as she did, before you slowly decided to bring your index, alongside the one to the left of your middle into the mix, as you tried to sync the pace a little to rub at her bud as she gyrated against your touch, eyes a little darker and half-lidded again as she moved a little faster, you trying to match her as best you could as she did, but it got harder to concentrate eventually as she played the same wild card against you, arching herself a little so she could reach her right hand between the both of you again, and you’d hardly been able to breathe regularly, by the time you felt her brushing her fingers along your slit and folds again.

“Shit,” you managed shakily, and Leighton smirked back at you, though you could tell she was starting to struggle to continue herself as she affectionately connected her forehead to your own, trying to keep herself calm all over again, albeit unsuccessfully, but she managed it just enough to keep most of the rhythm she’d developed, as she eased your folds apart again, before doing you the same favour as you’d been doing her, at this point. “L-Leight, that - that’s - it - fuck, I-”

“It’s okay, baby,” she managed softly, her voice trembling as she did as she leaned a little closer to delicately connect her lips to your’s again.

“I’m sorry - I’m so sorry, Leight, I - I don’t know why I keep panicking, I’m sorry-”

“Everything’s okay, I promise,” she added even gentler, and her voice soothed you so easily as you nodded a little fainter, leaning back a bit more as she tried to keep rhythm again, you shuddering whenever she added another finger like you had, but eventually you settled into it a bit more as you gripped at the sheet beneath you with your free hand, body shaking a little as it slowly grew to be more and more of an intense feeling, like Leighton had been experiencing at that point, alongside you, too.

She had managed - however - to hide it better than you, somehow or other.

She had also been the first to pull away.

XVIII

She winced as she’d done it, laying back as she tried to recompose herself, wanting to save herself a little more before you could ease her to an alternative high already - it wasn’t time for that; not just yet, anyway.

Your demeanour sank a little, once she’d withdrawn her fingers, alongside herself.

You appeared nervous, however, as you’d got another idea, before you timidly moved forward, and carefully spread her legs a little more.

She could hardly protest against your action, giggling softly - as well as a little exasperatedly - whilst you grinned sheepishly back at her, hands still resting upon her knees as you lingered before her, and couldn’t help, but admire her for a moment; you didn’t think you’d ever seen someone quite like her before, and you’d certainly never felt your heart racing that fast before now, the way it was, then.

“You just couldn’t wait, huh?” She guessed, and you appeared a little taken aback and all the more flustered clearly in response to her assumption.

You wondered if you were blushing again, too, as you kept your head low for a moment, though you weren’t sure why you were doing so when you knew she wouldn’t leave you because of something stupid like that.

Besides, she found it cute, anyway.

“You’re adorable,” she remarked simply, voice close to a whisper again as she looked back at you, a look of awe akin to your own playing on her face again as she smiled warmly back up at you, reassuring you a little more as you hesitantly looked back up at her, and tried not to let yourself break down all over again, somehow.

“You’re more adorable, Leight - and you can’t change my mind, okay?” You replied simply, and she raised her eyebrows, looking like she’d still try, but you knew how to stop her before she could even begin as you leaned down between her legs faster than she could even consider her next choice of phrasing, the way it would have been, then, if you weren’t on her so fast again and doing her the same favour of running your tongue delicately over where her slit would be, still hidden behind her own pants and jean flaps, though you’d undone them not too long ago, now, the way you did, then.

You’d been right; it had distracted her enough to make her drop her guard - at least almost completely, as she shuddered at the touch, almost as if she’d not been expecting it, before it could happen the way it did, but she loved it nonetheless, even arching her back a little to try and create more friction somehow, but you’d stopped, by the time she had, and she knew the mischievous look on your face that had centred, then, even before you raised your eyebrows, and eased her back down again.

“Fuck - seriously, Y/n? Why did you have to-?”

“If I have to lay still for you, you’ve gotta lay still for me, too, okay?” You managed, and she winced, wishing she’d not held you down before already, given that maybe you’d let her move a little more, if she hadn’t done so, a little earlier by now - at least, anyway.

“Shit,” she whispered in response as she nodded faintly, and you grinned a little smugly as she swallowed a little uncomfortably, trying to be as patient as she could, right now, albeit with nothing short of what you’d call ‘great difficulty’.

You waited, for a brief moment, as you trailed the fingers of your left hand up her left side, revelling in how soft her skin was under your touch, and her heart skipped a beat again as she revelled in the way you caressed her; admired every part of her then, even running your palm up to her throat as she swallowed beneath it again, you revelling at the movement of it too as she grinned toothily up at you, you gazing back at her almost in a daze again as if you couldn’t help yourself, whenever she were before you like this, the way she was, now.

“You look like you seriously want to either kill me, kiss me, or eat the entirety of me - which’ll it be, huh?” She inquired, evidently curious as she gazed back at you, too, eyebrows furrowing just a little though the spark was still there in her light orbs, only making your heart falter again as your lungs forgot how to function completely alongside it, and you raised your eyebrows without any verbal answer, before you delicately applied very little pressure upon her neck, but not enough to stop her from breathing completely.

It seemed somehow easy enough to do that without such dramatic measures having to ensue somehow.

She smiled softly up at you, before carefully leaning forward to delicately connect her lips to your’s again, the way she did, then, and blissfully so, and you almost didn’t want to move your left hand away, still resting on her throat the way it was, but you knew you couldn’t keep it there forever no matter how much you wanted to as you kissed her back even softer, the kiss not so full-on this time, the way it was, before.

You then delicately eased yourself a little lower so you could press a kiss to her throat, her revelling in the feeling again as she let her head drop back down onto the sheet below her, as you proceeded to trail the kisses down a little bit further, before you stopped, and glanced up at her again timidly as if you were requesting something from her, and it didn’t take her long to figure out what it was as you ran the thumb of your left hand over the material of her jacket, and she winced, realising she still had it on, and was too much clothing for the upcoming occasion, but then again she remembered she’d neglected to remove your own brown jumper as you tilted your head partially a little over at her, before she nodded once she’d managed to recompose herself just enough again, your eyes glinting as you carefully made to undo the buttons of her jacket, before she worked with you to get it off, and sat up a little more - you still lingering where you were before as you gave her a bit more room to pull her top off, the way she did, then.

You hardly noticed her chucking the attire elsewhere, after that.

Instead, you were struggling not to admire what had been hidden underneath the top from you, earlier, though it made you feel a immensely like a pervert, nonetheless, you wincing as you tried to hide that you’d been staring, for a moment, but she didn’t mind, giggling as you timidly looked back up at her, face redder than she’d ever seen it before, by now, and not just because you could tell she’d noticed your gaze dropping, the way it had, then.

“Leight,” you began again warily, your voice barely audible, especially when she had inched closer again, hardly much of a distance between you both left, by now, as she smirked in your direction again, and tried to act nonchalantly to further fluster you, especially when she began to work on your neck again, before she delicately began to fumble at the bottom of your own remaining major attire feature.

It was then that you panicked again, hastily shaking your head as you held her at arm’s length, and her expression softened when she noticed how scared you looked, the way you did, then.

“Leight, I - a-are you sure you want this with me? I - I just - I want you to know you have a choice; you will always have a choice, okay? I - I’m not-.. this isn’t - fuck; look, I - I’m nothing like you are; I - I could never be anything like-”

“What are you talking about? Y/n, if - if this is you trying to say that you aren’t perfect again-”

“I’m not, Leight - I could never be, s-so - w-why would you want to-?”

“You seriously still think I don’t want to do this with you? Y/n-”

“But it’s true, Leight - you know it’s true; I’m not-”

“I don’t care about typical stereotypes around perfection, okay? You are perfect, to me; you always have been, and we aren’t all conventionally perfect; why would we want to be? I mean, sure I see myself as perfect sometimes, but - I know that there are still things I need to work on to be a better person than I am, now, and that’s where imperfection comes in, right? No matter what other people might say - and they’re usually all assholes, anyway - imperfections are perfections, and we don’t need to be scared of them - especially when they still give us what we get, in the end.”

You still weren’t sure if you were convinced, or not, a pained expression on your face still as you tried to find the right words to say, but evidently not fast enough to protest against her words, as she made to continue, all over again.

“I was scared I’d never get to see you again,” she admitted, and you faltered all the more, even glancing up at her as your eyes darkened once more, especially when you noticed her own smile failing her for a brief moment, before she’d managed to bring herself to continue as she lifted her right hand up to your left cheek, prompting your heart to skip a beat again as you yourself struggled not to smile back at her, when she was looking at you, the way she was, then. “But - here we are, no matter what we think we should do to get ourselves better, huh? So - what do you say? Do you still think I shouldn’t be here, or-?”

It was hard enough to say no, for many reasons, rather than one.

You drew in a barely audible shaky breath, before you averted your gaze again for an even briefer moment, though her own eyes remained tracked upon your’s the whole time, the way they did, then, as if she were silently hoping your gaze would soon return to her own, given she missed the way it felt already, and it elated her somewhat all the more as you finally brought yourself to find your voice again, only to birth the four small words:

“It’s up to you.”

XIX

So she chose you.

You couldn’t imagine why she’d still want to, as she’d smiled softly over at you, and leaned forward to kiss you ever more delicately again.

The next time you felt her left hand trailing beneath your jumper, you knew you should humour her, though you were terrified of whether she’d still want to stay, if she saw even more of you again, in comparison to her own body.

You helped each other to pull it over your head, you giggling timidly as there was a brief struggle, Leighton teasingly raising her eyebrows over at you once it was off, before she shook her head again, and couldn’t help, but break into a sheepish grin all over again, somehow, the way she did, then.

“So, you like getting into fights with your jumpers now, huh? I’m kinda jealous; you should be saving that energy up for me, baby, not some piece of cotton or whatever it’s made of,” she remarked, and you felt your cheeks heating up again as you silently cursed yourself, finding it harder to breathe again that it had been, before, as she chucked the jumper away somewhat over-exaggeratedly, ever the actress. “I hope you still have some energy left in you after that,” she added a little more exasperatedly as she eased you down onto your back again, smirking as she straddled you beneath her once more, but you were acutely aware that you’d hardly finished with her, as you tried to lean upward a little more to get back at her throat again, but she held you down again, raising her eyebrows smugly down at you as if she knew she’d won already, and had secured the upper hand again.

“Oh c’mon, Leight, are you seriously doing this right now? I thought you were enjoying it when I was-”

“You’ll get your chance to work on me a bit more, okay? But not today; I - I wanna focus on you right now, okay? You deserve it more than I do, so - y-yeah, I’m sorry,” she managed, and you only felt helpless again as you shook your head, hating that she still felt that way, the way she did, then.

“Leight,” you began again softly, but she soon shut you down as she proceeded to kiss you a little deeper, you hardly able to resist her efforts as you melted into the action, the goosebumps coming back much too easily as you did, especially when you felt her left hand brushing against your right arm again, before she carefully lifted your back a little, you moving easily with her as she used her free hand to begin toying with your bra-strap.

You remembered being scared again, but you tried not to let it show much, not wanting to worry Leighton any further than you already had today, but she knew you too well by now to know that something was wrong, especially when you found yourself distractedly biting your bottom lip somehow.

“Fuck,” you whispered shakily, sounding a little more alarmed as you bowed your head a little, afraid you were bleeding.

Leighton didn’t hesitate, however, as she carefully lifted your head, and you could see the worry lingering behind her eyes again.

“Shit, Y/n - please tell me I didn’t do that - if I did, I’m so-”

“It wasn’t you,” you reassured her gently, as you resorted to silently cursing yourself again, “I - I don’t know what happened, I’m sorry, I just-.. I got distracted, I guess, I’m sorry-”

She shook her head subconsciously, not wanting you to apologise as she made to get up off of the bed, remembering seeing a bathroom on the opposite side of the staircase that she could probably get something from to stall the faint bleed, but you didn’t want her to feel like she had to do anything more like that for you as you managed to wrap your arms around her waist, stopping her from getting any further away from you somehow.

“I’m okay, Leight,” you tried to reassure her, as if you could tell that she wanted to help you rather than continue with you like this, and she appeared hesitant at first to believe you as you relocated your left hand up to her right cheek, somehow soothing her all the more as she melted into your touch, eyes never leaving your own without a fight again, “I don’t need anything, I promise, I-.. I just want to be here, with you, a-and things’ll be okay like that - you - you believe me, right?”

She sighed a little faintly as she easily connected her forehead to your own again.

“How about this? I’ll consider believing you, if you tell me what distracted you,” she bargained, and you tensed up a little, not sure if you should answer for a moment as you tried to think up an excuse, somehow, but even that was difficult, when you knew how difficult it was to lie to someone as close to you as she was, as well as Aurora. Harper sometimes, too, just not as often - at least, anyway.

“It doesn’t matter, Leight, I - I just-.. I’m okay, baby, okay? Don’t worry about me-”

“You’re not okay,” she contradicted gently, and you frowned when you noticed that a pained expression had formed a little on her face again in response to you trying to hide your thoughts from her again, the way you were, then.

Your heart had sunk enough recently, even before you’d managed to continue your ploy again.

“I just - it was nothing, okay? I swear, I just - I thought about you, Leight, a-and I guess I just - I don’t know-.. why do you even care, anyway? I’m okay, aren’t I? It’s not even that much blood, I just-”

“It’s still blood nonetheless, Y/n,” she interjected a little firmer, but it made her feel guilty to have snapped a little, the way she had, then, “and - as far as I can tell, anyway, it’s not coming from where we’d usually expect it to come from, is it?”

You didn’t know what to even say anymore as you kept your head low again, after she’d withdrawn her right hand from beneath your chin to finally allow you to do so again.

“Yeah, but - still, it’s not a big deal, Leight; it’s not like I’m gonna die from biting my lip, right? Look, maybe we should just-”

“Why can’t you just tell me? It’s not like I’m gonna run out on you if there’s something wrong, I just - I want to know what’s wrong, Y/n; I want to help you - please, baby - just tell me what’s wrong, a-and I swear I can-”

“You want to help me? After everything, still? You? I still don’t even know why, Leight, I mean - like, you say you love me, but-.. I don’t know, okay? C-Can we just-?”

You didn’t know why you even tried, as you leaned forward to try and kiss her again, but she eased you a little further back as her eyes darkened, the smile long gone, by now.

“Why are you only bringing this up now, w-when we’ve already almost-”

“I don’t fucking know, okay!? I just - all I know is - is that I can’t just forget everything that happened, Leighton - a-and you asking me why I’m lying to you just-.. I don’t know-.. it’s not like you haven’t lied to me, before,” you murmured a little more dejectedly, as well as shakily as you tried to hide your face from her completely, not wanting her to see that you were trying not to cry all over again, the way you were, then.

“Yeah, but-.. I thought - y-you said we could-..”

She winced, before shaking her head again, as she made to get up off of the bed once more, and you didn’t think it would make you feel as empty as you did, when you knew that maybe if you just kept your mouth shut, you wouldn’t have ruined everything again.

That was what you thought, at least, as you stared now tearfully back down at your hands, all over again, miserably - by now, anyway.

“I am trying, Leight,” you managed, and she stopped before the door to your bedroom, her frame faltering a little as she lingered before it, hesitantly turning her head a little to the left of her to show she was listening, no matter how much it pained her to do so, the way it did, then. “I really am, I swear, I just - I want this to work, okay? I really do, baby - I’m sorry; I’m so sorry, I-.. I’ll try and figure it out - I promise you I will, I just - I think I just need-”

“Sleep,” she mustered up, eventually, as she smiled faintly back at you, but it didn’t last for long as the smile disappeared faster than it came, and you thought you saw her eyes were glistening alongside your own, the way they were, then, before she could turn her fade away from you to try and hide it, somehow, the way she did, then.

Part of you wished you’d not seen, given it had made it harder to breathe again, all of a sudden, seeing her trying not to cry like that; like you were, after things had turned sour so unexpectedly again.

You’d probably never forgive yourself - you hoped she knew that, too.

You never deserved someone as good as her; that was all you knew, by now.

When she’d said goodnight, you found yourself wondering if the pills would still be where they were before.

Then again, you didn’t want to take the chance of waking her up, or alerting her even more if you tried to find them downstairs, where she said she’d be sleeping on the sofa, if you needed her for anything.

You sighed heavily, wishing you could take back what happened so easily as you curled up upon your bed again, the tears only seeming endless and all the more painful for your eyes to take as the night went on, each hour just seeming miserably the same again. Without her, anyway.

You couldn’t decide if you wanted to let your eyes close, either, afraid that maybe you’d only have a nightmare again, and that was something else you didn’t want her to know about either. Not yet, anyway, given it was so early into whatever you both had growing between you, again. Somehow.

It was all enough in that moment to distract you from how achy your bud had been, earlier, after she’d been manipulating it and teasing it the way she was, then.

You wondered if you could finish the job - of course you did, but at the same time you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, only feeling worse as you begged for morning to come faster than it was, right now, and as if bad things had a habit of coming on quickly, to make things even better than they were, then - you’d fallen asleep.

Your dad had got drunk again; mum was gone.

You remembered wondering a lot of the time if she was going to come back for you soon; she’d said she would, once, before things had got even worse between them.

You were in your room, it looked like - a little worse for wear; you didn’t find much comfort in it’s walls anymore, not when his focus had been more on you than ever, recently, since mum’s hasty departure.

You’d thought about taking your life then, too, especially after you’d recently split up with Leighton, at this point in time, now.

You sniffled barely audibly, lying in your bed again; he’d recently left the room - there was nothing more you felt you should say about that.

You’d heard worse things about how it happened to other kids, sometimes, but you didn’t know what to think, nonetheless, feeling more empty and lost than you ever had before, that day.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to picture an escape; a way out of here, at this point, so you didn’t know how you’d ever brought yourself to run away like you had, back then, before he could hurt you any further, somehow.

It was hearing the doorbell sounding out that disturbed you about the memory, as it was out of place, like most dreams like these tended to surprise you with, either for dramatic effect or whatever the hell a brain liked to do to torture its carriers, the way it was, you.

Still, after everything.

Part of you wondered if it was your mum come to take you away from him; to get you to someplace safer so everything could hurt less, but as you got up to press your right ear against your door, your heart dropped faster than it ever had before.

Especially when you’d realised it was not her voice, but Leighton’s, instead.

XX

You thought he would hurt her; he sounded - more than mad.

You made to ease your door open before the screaming even started, but it was stuck beneath your touch, and it was mostly - hazy, after that, you crying as you silently begged her to be okay; as you shouted for your dad to open the fucking door - just open it so you could see her again and tell her you love her, the way you’d been wishing you could for a little while, now, even after the break-up, official, or unofficial, the way it was.

You pictured your knuckles bleeding a little from where you’d been banging on the door before you, and to no avail.

The screaming went on, however, and you didn’t know what to do, so you cried for her.

You just cried, begging her to run far away from here so he couldn’t hurt her, too, but the screaming went on, and your ears ached with it, until it was over, so unexpectedly that you felt your heart shatter in your chest as if a light had gone out within it, and with no tell-tale signs before it had occurred, the way it did, then.

It was then that the stomping of heavy footfalls fell upon the staircase leading up to your room and the others, up here, and you didn’t know what to do, curling yourself into a ball as you begged for him to go away; begged for Leighton to be okay, but you felt like there was nothing left for you anymore all the more, and when your dad barged into the room, he was holding a gun; a pistol-looking type, and it had blood on its barrel.

You wondered if it was Leighton’s, and you wished he’d just kill you, by now - you wished he would just end it for you, right then and there, and there was a moment you thought he would, but instead he dropped it on the ground, safety still on, and told you to do it yourself whilst he got himself another beer.

You almost didn’t hesitate, trying not to look at the blood as you lifted the gun up to the left side of your head, shifting the index finger of your right hand so it was over the trigger, until you made to press down, your dad laughing somewhere downstairs, now, but soon it would all be over; you could do it - you really could, as you exerted slightly more pressure, wondering if you’d see Leighton again if you did it - if he had killed her, anyway, only to find yourself struggling in her arms as you cried quietly, and she begged you to stay with her.

You-.. didn’t know exactly how much of it was real, as she had been before you for a moment, her eyes wet as you bled in her arms, wondering how you were still alive, but it was when she’d started shouting for you to keep your eyes open that you heard your dad’s footfalls again, and you’d tried to speak; tried to tell her she wasn’t safe, but all she did was shake you, and hold you even closer to her, until the door was opening again, and you were-..

Home? In your room? In your previous lack of clothing, besides a bra?

You didn’t have much time to focus on what had happened, though, as you heard Leighton’s voice again; heard her crying as you thought she was saying your name, but your ears were still ringing strangely, until you could focus a bit more as you shook your head hastily, and clung shakily onto her again.

“I’m sorry - I’m so sorry, Leight, I - I love you; I love you, okay? I never wanted to leave, I’m sorry-”

“What’s she talking about?” Another voice sounded out, and you felt yourself tensing up again.

Harper was stood at the door, looking a little dejected again, though she tried to cover it well somehow, leaning against the doorframe to the left of her as she watched you curiously, wondering what she’d just walked into, somehow.

Leighton winced at the question, and how awkward the situation just - was, in general, you in hardly any clothing whilst she was still in her previous attire, unable to find herself bothered to get changed, at this rate, after your and her previous interaction, earlier today.

“I - I don’t know - I don’t know why she’s saying that, I’m sorry-”

But she did know - of course she did; she just didn’t know if it would be a good time, right now, for her to explain everything to Harper, somehow, whilst you were in a panicked state such as this one, the way you were, now.

You appeared confused, for a moment, wondering what she meant as you shook your head subconsciously, but you knew there wasn’t enough time to question her response as you tried to find the right words again, before you managed to continue, eyes never leaving her’s again.

“He’s here, Leight - y-you can’t stay here, okay? Not - Not right now, because - because if he sees you, h-he’ll be mad, a-and I can’t let him hurt you, okay? Just - Just please go - don’t let him get to you, too, b-because I - I don’t know if I’d ever be able to live with that, okay? I - I couldn’t, because - because I love you, Leighton Murray - I - I fucking love you, s-so - so run, please! Just run, a-and - and don’t even bother trying to come back because he’ll - he’ll know if you do a-and I - I don’t know, I don’t know, just - just run, now - just fucking run!”

You soon broke down again after that, and she didn’t know what to do as she held you close to her, lifting her left hand up to the back of your head as she cradled you ever closer, a pained expression on her face as she did, trying desperately to put two and two together somehow, albeit unsuccessfully, at this point in time, by now.

“Is there something I’m not getting, or-?”

Harper had inquired, and Leighton rolled her eyes, wishing the third party would just disappear so she could focus on you right now, rather than anyone, or anything else here, right now.

“Yes, clearly - what are you even doing here? You said you just wanted to pick up your bag, or something - wait, why is your bag even here? What the fuck is actually going on, right now?”

Harper winced, but Leighton didn’t let her get away without an explanation as she caught the girl by her right arm, and eased her back into the room so she could block the door to the hallway, folding her arms neatly before her chest again.

It especially pissed her off that she had to let go of you to do it, you crying quietly on the bed again as you held your knees to your chest, wishing the shaking would at least stop, by now, but it wouldn’t go away, and you wished the gun would turn up again, now, so you could put a stop to the mess somehow, like your dad had almost let you do, not too long ago, now - at least, anyway.

“Look, I - I knew you weren’t going to let me in, if-..”

Harper sighed, and Leighton raised her eyebrows over at her, the impatience and frustration clear in her demeanour, right now.

“I just - I wanted to see her, okay? I just-.. she is my friend, if - if not something else, anymore - I guess,” she murmured a little more faintly, and Leighton tensed up slightly, not sure how to respond for a moment as Harper averted her gaze toward you, looking all the more crestfallen in the light of the room when she noticed you were hardly clothed, and Leighton’s hair had got a bit messy in the process earlier.

“If it makes you feel any better - she was gonna tell you,” she managed, eventually, “a-about us, basically.”

“So - she did sleep with you, then?” Harper guessed, almost through what sounded like gritted teeth, the way she did, then.

“Sure, we slept together,” Leighton answered simply, though it wasn’t exactly true; you both had been intending to, but your tendency to revert to previous annoyances seemed to get the better of you, though you wished it hadn’t more than anything else in the world, by now, “we’ve been together a few times, actually - only recently thought about making things serious, though, so - yeah. But she was going to tell you - that’s the important thing-”

“Aside from the fact that she still cheated on me, regardless of whether she was going to tell me, or not, after she did?”

She could tell Harper was loving this.

She knew she probably shouldn’t, but she found it amusing - annoying her, the way she was, then.

And to add the cherry on top, she simply shrugged, a nonchalant expression residing upon her face as she did.

“That’s what she said anyway - don’t hold me to that,” she added, and Harper scowled, before nodding gravely, and making to meander around Leighton again, even barging against her left shoulder a little as she went, but Leighton didn’t care - she hardly even reacted to the action, as she shut the bedroom door behind the girl, and allowed her gaze to blissfully fall upon your frame again, still shaky and much too quiet as you sniffled barely audibly, and breathing pattern seemed too staggered to be normal, right now.

Her expression softened, as soon as she could focus on you again.

She timidly approached you again, though without much hesitation as she sat on the edge of the bed, a pained expression forming upon her face all over again, the way it did, then.

“Y/n? H-Hey, look at me - you’re okay now, I promise - everything’s okay; I’m here, baby, and I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

As soon as you heard her voice again, you hastily turned to face her, breathing shakily as you clung to her left leg, looking up at her through sore eyes as your mouth moved silently for a moment, until you managed to find your voice properly again, somehow, shaky and weak though it was, then.

“Leight,” you managed faintly, and her heart sank at how small your voice was, now, and she couldn’t stop herself as she carefully cradled your body closer to her own again.

“It’s okay - I’m here; I’m always gonna be here, I promise - just - just breathe with me now, okay? Just breathe with me, baby, and everything’ll be okay again - okay?”

Of course you tried. Why wouldn’t you?

You just wanted to be as close to her as you possibly could be, right now, though you couldn’t believe she was still here in the process, the way she was, now, even after everything that had happened between you both, before now.

“Leight, you - you need to go - you can’t stay here with me, okay? M-My dad, he - he’s here, okay? He - He’ll - He’ll hurt you, if - if you - Leight, you can’t stay, okay-?”

You’d cried, but you found you couldn’t bring yourself to let go of her at the same time, neither could you struggle within her arms as you buried your face into the crook of her neck, crying quietly against it as you begged her to stay safe - to just stay safe so she wouldn’t get herself hurt for you, somehow.

You weren’t worth it - that was all you could even think, right now. Nothing more.

She shook her head subconsciously, her eyes darkening as she tangled her fingers within your hair, tears threatening to even escape her own eyes alongside your’s whenever she thought about what your dad had done to you, before.

Except, she didn’t know all of what he’d done, just yet; you didn’t know if you should tell her, for a little while, or even at all, but you knew you probably should someday, if you both were to stay together after today, somehow.

She just wished she could hurt him, whenever she thought about what you’d told her about him, before now, but she was scared she couldn’t, at the same time; she didn’t even know where he was, right now - and you didn’t, either.

She guessed that was that - for now, anyway.

“Shh, it’s okay - and you can’t get rid of me that easily, by the way,” she tried to tease to lighten up the situation, but it only made you more worried for her as you shook your head hastily, your eyes wider than she’d ever seen them before, now.

She couldn’t believe how beautiful they were, still - after everything, somehow.

“No - Leight, please, just - just listen to me, okay? He - He’ll take you away from me; he’ll - he’ll take you, a-and do things and - a-and I don’t know, but - but I can’t let him hurt you too - I just can’t, just - just please don’t let me lose you, okay?”

You begged, and her heart dropped all over again, at that. Especially when she’d heard you say that he’d do something to her, as if he’d done so to you, too.

The question was were the ‘things’ she was thinking of exactly what he was doing, or were they the previous themes of regular violence you’d told her of, before she’d lost you, all those years and seconds ago, now?

“You’re not gonna lose me again, I promise,” she stated determinedly, “I’m right here, Y/n, and here is where I’ll stay now, okay? No matter what, I just - I need you to know that, okay? I - I love you - I’ve always loved you, alright? And it sounds cringey as pig shit, but when you love someone like I love you, you don’t give up on them, because it hurts to even try, and then you wonder if you’ll ever feel really, truly happy again.”

Her expression softened when she thought about it, and your eyes glinted a little as you glanced up at her, trying to process what you’d just heard as your eyebrows furrowed together a little, before you eventually gave in, and buried your face back into the crook of her neck, blissfully all over again.

XXI

You both laid there for a little while, after that.

She was delicately stroking your hair, as you slowly began to fall asleep within her arms again.

She didn’t think she’d ever seen you this peaceful, before now. It was nice.

She smiled softly as she admired you, before she affectionately connected her forehead to your’s, as she wished at the same time that she could try and do something more to make you happy again; to ease you into hopefully forgiving her, even, if you could, possibly anyway.

Her heart dropped at the possibility that you’d never be able to fully trust her again, the way she trusted you, already.

She sighed softly, as she herself tried to close her eyes, again, but she soon enough remembered her earlier words, before she thought back to the day after you’d told her about your dad, and she’d found herself panicking a little in response to it, but not because she was scared he’d come looking for her, but because she was scared for you; she was scared of what might happen if she got any closer to you, and ended up just losing you, somehow, the way she had, anyway, not long after that, regardless of what you meant to each other, at the time, then.

“Why do you even want to know?”

She remembered you asking, as the both of you walked slowly through the park again, though she was a little shiftier than usual, occasionally glancing around to make sure no one was looking at either of you in a funny manner, as well as to make sure that nobody around was from the same college she was due to be attending soon - early next year, anyway, by now.

She’d started a few months after she’d lost you, but she didn’t want to think about that right now, or ever - not now, anyway.

“Why do you think I want to know, Y/n? I care about you,” she’d answered simply, “if your dad’s really hurting you like that, you - you shouldn’t be there with him; he should - he should be locked up, not - not free to just - just do stuff like that, I mean-..”

You’d nodded gravely, after that, and she subconsciously glanced over at you, a pained expression on her face as she watched you keeping your head low, finding it difficult to swallow as you tried not to break down again, though you luckily had some coverage over your eyes, a spare pair of sunglasses Leighton had offered up to you when you’d asked her if she had some, the day before, shortly after your dad had ended up beating you all over again.

“Yeah, well - he’s a rich man, Leight; none of them down at the police station would believe me, or want to follow up on it, so,” you’d managed, eventually, your voice briefly trembling, and Leighton’s heart had sunk again at that, before she’d shaken her head hastily, and she still wondered today what had encouraged her so strongly to then take your hands in her own, before you’d warily turned to face her, finding your heart beating much too fast again as she’d stood before you, that day, something glinting fiercely in her eyes that you didn’t think you’d ever seen in them, before, the way you did, then.

“Don’t say that - you never know if they will, or they won’t, these days, y’know? There’s always a chance they’ll get him, in the end; I promise you there is - he isn’t going to hurt you forever, baby; I know he isn’t, b-because - because I can’t let him, okay? I can’t lose you, Y/n L/n, s-so - don’t make me try and live without you, okay? N-Not like this, anyway,” she’d replied, and you couldn’t help, but smile in response to her in that moment, and the sight made her heart stutter all over again, as soon as it played on your lips, and she found herself missing being able to kiss them again, “a-and even if the police don’t listen - we’ll always be facing this together, alright? Always - no matter what.”

Your smile did falter, however, almost as fast as it had came, the first time, before you made to continue walking down the pathway with her.

“I appreciate it, Leight, but-.. what if it does get worse? What if - What if he-?”

You winced at the thought; of never being able to see, or speak to Leighton again, and as soon as she caught onto what you were saying, it got all the more harder to try and breathe normally again.

“What are you even fucking talking about? He’s not taking you anywhere away from me, okay? You’re going to be fine, I promise - I won’t let him hurt you anymore than he has already, okay? Just - if he ever tries to do anything else, don’t even think about not calling me, because I can’t just let him hurt you like that again. I just can’t, alright? How do you think I felt, when - when you came through the gates and - and your eye was-..”

You’d tensed up again in response to such a question, before nodding gravely as you awkwardly adjusted the glasses even further up your nose again, in case the bruising around your eye was still quite intense, at the time, the way you had, then.

You could still feel her eyes on you; she’d been trying to think of a way to keep the conversation going, worried that the both of you would run out of time to talk to each other, eventually, when she’d undoubtedly have to wait to hear your voice all over again, a notion painful enough for the both of you - unbeknownst to her, then, at that point in time - at least, anyway.

“Leight-”

“I love you,” she’d mustered up, and the both of you fell quiet for a moment, you hesitantly stopping a few paces away from her after she’d stopped a few steps behind you before. “I - I mean - I - I - shit, I’m sorry - I just - I meant - I think I love you, okay? A-And I’m sorry if I - if I said it too fast or - or I don’t know, I just - I’m really sorry-”

“I love you, too - or - I think I love you, Leight; if that’s - y’know - what you’d prefer,” you’d awkwardly cleared your throat, after that, as you were looking over your shoulder at her, and the smile that managed to play on her lips after that made you wonder if your heart would ever beat normally again, whenever she was with you, the way she had been, then.

She’d been unable to hold it back, when she giggled softly, the way she did, before she lowered her head a little, feeling her cheeks warming up a little shortly after that, too, and you wished you could kiss her again, but you knew she wasn’t so comfortable kissing in public, and this was - mightily undoubtedly - quite a busy one of those included public places.

“Y’know, now I’m starting to think I do prefer just the I love you,” she’d admitted, and your heart skipped yet another overwhelming beat, the way it had, then, especially when you found her right arm around your waist, once she’d finally inched closer, the two of you stood a few paces before the duck pond, by now, still in all its glory as if it would always be there and powerful; a driving force of the park, as long as none of the people tried to change it again, like the time there had had to be a petition to stop the park being torn down and built over. That was also a few years ago, now.

You didn’t regret signing your name over and over by changing your number a pointless amount of times once the document had come out, the way it had, then.

“That’s good, then - ‘cause we’re both in true agreement, this time, in that case,” you decided, and she found it much too difficult not to look over at you, and revel in the way your eyes shone in the light, the way they were, then.

She couldn’t deny you were dangerous for her to be around, at the time, especially when she looked at you, and almost forgot her usual requirements centred around kissing other other girls, the way she had been, a lot more, recently.

She also couldn’t believe sometimes how you’d been the first one to create a lull in her relationship variations, before you were followed by Alicia, then Tatum, and then Alicia, all over and over again.

There had been no doubt in her mind, at the time - she would have kissed you, if she didn’t notice a group of student-looking girls and boys walking by, laughing at god knows what as she awkwardly cleared her throat, and let her arm drop away from you as she awkwardly looked away, too, you trying to hide that it had made your heart sink to have things change so suddenly, the way they had, then.

Once the group had gone by, she felt a little more comfortable again, timidly glancing up at you as she smiled softly in your direction, and you struggled to genuinely return the gesture, before you awkwardly shuffled upon your feet, and wondered if you should stay, or not.

You didn’t think it would hurt, as much as it did, to have her pull away like that, but you didn’t blame her; you hadn’t come out at the time, either - not to your dad, anyway.

Neither had you really spoken to your mum about anything like that, either.

So far, only you, Aurora, and Leighton knew, and - you were okay with that.

Then, anyway.

“So,” Leighton cautiously began again, “what do you think we should-?”

She fell quiet again, as soon as you winced, and bowed your head again, sucking in air sharply through your teeth as if something had pained you, and she thought she could see you were blinking a little more rapidly, as if your eye were still paining you, only making her feel worse as she tried to resist the urge to take your left hand in her right one again, no matter how much she wished she could do, right now, the way she had, then.

“Fuck,” you uttered a little sharply, your voice sounding strained; barely audible as you lifted your left hand up to your bruised eye, wiping away something she couldn’t see through the glasses she’d given you - a regret, now, when it worried her to think that you could be crying, right now, and she couldn’t tell, because of them hiding it away from her, now, or not - if you were crying, anyway.

“W-What’s wrong? Are you okay-? Hey, talk to me-”

You tried to calm down, your bruised eye stinging excruciatingly as you tried to fight the remaining tears back, though it only made it worse to have the pain prying for you to release them, the way it was, then.

“I’m okay,” you managed, eventually, albeit shakily enough for her to not believe - at all, at this point in time, now.

“You’re not okay, Y/n; I can tell you’re not okay - just - just show me, okay? Please, I - I need you to-”

You were hesitant, when you made to take the glasses off again.

Her heart sank, as soon as she noticed your eye all over again; it was - just a shock, to say the least, seeing you like that, and knowing that your dad had done that to you.

And she couldn’t stop him.

You tensed up a little, and bowed your head as she shook her head subconsciously, trying not to lose her own train of thought as she timidly reached for your left hand again, and your heart skipped a beat, as soon as you felt her fingers intertwined within your own again.

“Y’know, you don’t need to hide when you’re crying from me,” she cooed gently, and your heart dropped again as you wondered why she was always so good to you, though the both of you were still a bit more cagey with your sexualities at the time.

You certainly didn’t think the both of you would end up knowing each other for this long, the way you did, now.

“Leight-”

“Just - listen to me, okay? You - You need to hear it - I know you don’t like hearing it, baby, but - but you need to; you know you need to,” she insisted, and it was so hard to not kiss her right then and there, “you’ve been strong for too long, now - it’s okay to have a break, sometimes; you - you know that, right?”

You sighed, wishing she’d just give up on you, at this point, no matter how much you knew it would hurt to lose her, the way you did a few weeks after that - at least, anyway.

“I guess,” you murmured half-heartedly, even trying to smile faintly back up at her again - it was all you could manage, right now, but you hated to think you couldn’t be stronger for her, as you silently begged for the conversation to change, not wanting her to worry about you, anymore, the way she did, then. “Hey, Leight, erm - I - I think we should-”

“Wait-”

She began again a little breathlessly, and you fell quiet again, watching her a little nervously as you wondered what she would say, next, not sure if you could hold yourself back much anymore, if you stayed any longer than you had, already, the way you had, then.

“D-Don’t go, yet - I - It’s not been-”

“My dad’s probably wondering where I am, Leight, s-so - yeah-”

“No, Y/n - don’t go back to him, okay? N-Not yet, anyway, just - just - we can - we can stay here until you feel better, okay? Please, baby, just stay here with me, a-and - and he won’t hurt you again - I won’t let him if he-”

You’d never seen her this scared, before.

You couldn’t let it go on as you hastily shook your head, and wrapped your arms around her again.

“I’m okay, Leight; I promise I’m okay, baby - of course I am, when you’re here with me,” you reassured her gently, and she slowly began to calm down again, especially when her arms were around you, too, the way they were, then.

She expressed relief, as you buried your face into the crook of her neck, sniffling barely audibly, before you pressed a delicate kiss to her soft skin again, only making her feel even safer and warmer as she lifted her left hand up to the back of your head, and you revelled in the way her fingers felt in your hair, blissfully all over again.

“I love you, okay?” You cooed even gentler, and she tried to swallow back the lump forming in her throat as she nodded faintly, her heart beating too fast again.

“D-Do you still wanna go-?” She asked, her voice trembling a little as she cursed it for doing so, but there wasn’t much she could do about it, now that it was just - there.

You were quiet, for a moment, and she couldn’t bear the silence; it was - tense, to say the least, but she didn’t want to pressure you into staying with her as she tried not to hold you even closer, though there was the sudden urge for her to do so, the way it was, then.

“I can’t stay for long, Leight - if-.. my dad, he’ll-.. I’m sorry,” you managed, eventually, and she tried not to tense up again, though it terrified her, to think about what could happen, if she let you go back home to him again.

“Okay,” she murmured, trying to act a little more nonchalantly, but it was even harder to do that, than it was not to cry, as she tried to hide it again, and you wondered why your chest was aching still, the way it was, then. “S-Sure - t-that’s - you’re right, I’m sorry - but-.. no, it’s okay - you - you’ll be alright, I know you will - you’re tough, Y/n; you’ll kick this thing’s ass, right?”

“You know I will, Leight; I promised, didn’t I? I - I could never break a promise I make to you, no matter what, okay?”

She nodded reluctantly, as you held her at arm’s length, her trying not to glance down at your lips again as she tried to believe you; tried to believe you wouldn’t disappear, faster than she’d ever met you, before.

“Okay,” she replied half-heartedly, “okay - just-.. if - if anything happens-”

“I call you - got it,” you reassured her gently, and her eyes glinted a little in response to that; she didn’t even know why, truth be told, right now.

“Exactly,” she remarked a little more brightly, than before, and you smirked back at her, before leaning forward to delicately press a kiss to her cheek - that was at least a little more of a ‘friend’ thing to do, so you’d both recently decided it would be okay if you resorted to doing so, rather than kissing the way you normally liked to together, in private, at times.

“Tomorrow, meet me back here - I - I just-.. I need to show you something, okay?”

You’d requested delicately, and she grinned sheepishly back at you, raising her eyebrows again as she did.

“Tomorrow,” she agreed gently, “early as you like.”

“We’ll see about that - shall we, baby?”

XXII

She didn’t want to think about what happened that day, anymore, and not just because it was painful enough having to remember the way you both had to hide your relationship at that point, it was also what happened the day after that pained her more than she could even say.

You see, you hadn’t turned up the next day; she hadn’t seen you for a little while. A few days, actually.

She’d been scared that he’d done something to you, and she even considered going to his house to see if you were okay, but when she’d turned up, she had never felt more uneasy before.

It was enough just to look at the place, to know it wasn’t somewhere good you could be around peacefully, and it only made her heart ache a little more when she thought about it; thought about you, and how you’d had to go through it, the way you had, back then.

“It’s alright to cry, you know.”

Her heart skipped a beat, as soon as your voice - sleepy though it was - sounded out to her left, and she winced upon feeling the tears slowly running down her cheeks, the way she did, then.

She’d hardly noticed her eyes were even watering, before they’d escaped, as she silently cursed herself for getting so distracted, before she carefully turned herself to face you a little more, eyes still shinier than they were before as you didn’t know what to say, nonchalantly watching her as she smiled softly back at you, and god did you feel too warm inside still.

“I thought you were asleep,” she admitted, and you couldn’t help, but grin sheepishly back at her for a moment as you both giggled softly together, and you cautiously reached your left hand up to brush another of her tears away, not wanting ever to have to think of her as being sad again, especially when you didn’t know why yet, the way it was, then.

“I’d rather stay awake, than go to sleep again,” you explained simply, and she raised her eyebrows a little suggestively, only making it harder to breathe than it was before, as you hid your face a bit more, but you knew you couldn’t hide it for long as you glanced back up at her, for a moment, your gaze soon meeting her own so blissfully peaceful again.

You were still mad at yourself for earlier - of course you were; you couldn’t believe you’d snapped at her again, the way you did, and for the smallest of things, no less.

You appeared dejected, then, and it soon made her knowing smile disappear to see you like that, especially after everything.

“Hey, you - you’re safe here, baby - you know that, right?” She inquired softly, and your heart sank even further when you heard her voice trembling again, the way it did, then.

“I know,” you tried to sound convincing; you hated seeing her like this, so you felt as if you should, even if it wasn’t true, and you felt the opposite of safe here - whenever her arms weren’t around you, the way they were, then, anyway.

Her demeanour relaxed a little more, again, at that, and you felt a little better already to see she wasn’t as tense, as she had been, before.

“Good - that - that’s good; I’m happy for you, baby - I’ll always be happy for you, no matter what - okay?”

You hesitated, for a moment; you still felt it wasn’t right, that she was already being so good to you, after how you’d reacted to her, earlier - for not much of a reason, especially.

Sure, it hurt when you heard that she thought you were lying to her, when there had been many times she’d lied to you, herself - whether she’d had to, or not-.. you - you just didn’t know.

And you hoped it would stay that way.

“Thank you,” you managed gently, as you smiled a little warmer up at her, deeming her hopeful again, especially as you inched a little closer to her upon the bed, not liking that there was still some distance between you both, the way there had been some, then.

She’d not wanted to invade your space too much, clearly, when she’d seen how peaceful you were getting to be, a little earlier, by now.

You still wondered why she even bothered doing stuff like that, for you, when all you’d ever done since the day you’d lost her was make things - worse, than they were, before.

You tried to stop thinking about it; tried to tell yourself in silence that you could get over how things had been, before; she was here, now, and that was all that mattered - at least, it should have been, anyway.

“Do you need a hug, Leight?” You inquired timidly, and her heart skipped a beat at the suggestion as she sat up a little more, her eyes glinting slightly as she had to try and find her voice again, for a moment, until she finally managed to get some grip on it again, the way she did, then.

“I - I’d love that, but - what made you want to-?”

You carefully wrapped your arms around her, and her heart stuttered again at having you so close to her, the way you were, then, and she didn’t hesitate as she held you ever closer, resting her chin upon your left shoulder as you buried your face into the crook of her neck again, wishing you could try and be better for her, somehow.

If only it was easier, than just simply thinking of something like that, the way you were, then.

“I’m sorry,” you managed a little more shakily than before, “Leight, I - I’m so-.. I should never have-”

“Don’t,” she cooed gently, though a little more sharply, than before.

You winced, but you hastily shook your head, just wanting her to know that you knew you were wrong, for acting the way you had been, earlier.

“But it’s true, Leighton - I - I was-.. it’s my fault things are still-”

“It’s not,” she contradicted a little more exasperatedly as she held you at arm’s length, eyes never leaving your’s again. “I was the one who pushed you away in the first place, remember? If I hadn’t done what I did, maybe - maybe things would have been different for us; better, o-or - or easier, but - to be honest with you, I’m glad it’s not, b-because-.. fuck, I’m sorry - I’m so sorry, I didn’t want it to be this hard, okay? That’s not what I’m saying, I just want you to know that even - even after everything, I’d do all I could to get here again, because I want to be here with you, Y/n - I always have, okay? I love you so much, a-and - and no matter what happens to us in the future, I will never stop fighting for you-”

You didn’t want to break down again, hastily shaking your head as you tried to fight the tears back; tried to hold what you still had left within you together as you begged her silently to stop, at first, terrified that she’d only get herself hurt if she continued; if she wanted to stay here with you, but even when you tried to voice your concerns, she didn’t give in, as she affectionately connected her forehead to your own again, you sinking against her a little more as you did, not sure what to do with yourself as she held you ever closer, lifting her right hand up to the back of your head again, and somehow it brought you back, as you looked up at her again, revelling within her embrace as your own tears ran too hot, and too fast, but she did you the same delicate favour of brushing each one away as softly as she could, all the while as she tried to make you feel whole inside again, somehow, terrified she could lose you, still, even when you were as close as you were, now, no signs whatsoever of disappearing, at this point in time, blissfully by now.

“Leight-”

You’d managed again, your voice close to a feeble whisper, but she shook her head again, determined to make things right, somehow, as she thought at the same time about everything she’d not done before, too fresh in her head for her liking, the way it was, now, and had been for a little while - at least, anyway.

It had been just bubbling at the surface of her mind, especially since she’d found you again.

So her objective was relatively simple; she had to make it stop, and in doing so she had to bring you back to her, no matter how long it might take her to do so, at this point in time, by now.

“No, Y/n - you need to hear it, okay? I’m not giving up on you - never again, alright? I love you, okay? I fucking love you, Y/n, a-and I thought I could stop, before, but - but when I saw you again it was - it was like-.. I don’t even know, I just - I’m never giving up on you, okay? I’m going to make things right, this time, and whether you - you can, or - or you can’t forgive me, or - or even trust me again after what happened, I-.. It doesn’t change a thing, for me - I’m here for you, now, a-and here’s where I’m going to stay, okay? Always here - I don’t even fucking care how long it could take me to prove everything to you, b-because - because I love you, a-and as long as I can just be here with you, I’m happy - it’s always been like that, for me - always, and it’s not just gonna go away, okay? Don’t ever think you have to apologise to me for anything like what happened earlier, because it’s on me, alright? I know it’s on me; you have every right to be mad at me - you can even hit me, or shout at me, or - or worse if you have to, okay? I just - I want to be right for you, now, and whatever you come up with, I’ll take it, baby - I promise I will - you just have to let me be here, for you, now, and I’m not even asking you to trust me to do that, I just want you to-”

You couldn’t help yourself, at this rate, kissing her unexpectedly just to calm her down, as well as because the feeling always seemed to soothe you from the inside and the outside, too.

It was a double-win, in more ways than one, given it was Leighton especially, and not someone else entirely.

Sure, kissing Harper had had its sweet moments over the months you’d both known each other, by now, but you didn’t think you could compare the way kissing Leighton felt, to how those kisses had felt, before.

And now that you were thinking about it-

“Wait - w-was Harper here, earlier? Or-?”

Leighton tensed up at the mention of the girl, before she shook her head, and tried to think of a good enough excuse to get out of the situation, somehow, sooner rather than later, by now.

Especially after she’d basically told Harper that you both had ended up fully having sex, in the end, and not to mention more than once.

She wished, anyway, since it had been a while since she’d been able to go that far with you - well, beyond the many wonders of foreplay, anyway.

“E-Er, yeah - she - erm - she was, but - she said it was just because she left something here, so-.. yeah,” she managed, “I didn’t want her to disturb you too much, basically, so - so I got her out quickly, don’t worry.”

“So-.. she did - y’know, see me like-.. like I was?” You guessed, and Leighton’s heart sank when she noticed your eyes darken a little, as if you still blamed yourself for even going to sleep in the first place, like you had, before.

“Y-Yeah, kinda,” she answered truthfully, and you cursed barely audibly, but she hastily shook her head as you did, not wanting you to get mad at yourself over something as small as that, “what does it even matter, baby? She doesn’t need to know, o-or concern herself with anything about what happened, a-and even if she does end up being funny about it, then she just doesn’t deserve you, okay? Y-You know that, don’t you?”

“You look about redder than I’ve ever seen you,” you mused, and Leighton winced, before trying to hide her face all over again.

“Yeah, well, that - that doesn’t matter either, so-”

“You really don’t like her, do you?” You guessed, and Leighton tried not to appear frustrated, shaking her head as she tried to find the right words to say again, only to have them fail her, miserably all over again. “It’s okay - you can be jealous if you want to-”

“I’m not jealous, Y/n; I’m the one here with you, right now, aren’t I? Just go back to sleep, you dork,” she remarked a little brighter than before, albeit still quite breathlessly, and you raised your eyebrows, before allowing her to carefully ease you down upon the bed further, your eyes never leaving her own, as she did.

“I love you,” you managed, gently, and her heart stuttered again as she admired you for a moment, a soft smile playing on her lips again as she nodded slowly, before letting her own head rest upon the space beside your’s, eyes glinting brighter where the moonlight reflected off of them, allowed by your exposed bedroom window, the way it was behind you.

“Good - that means you have a great taste in women, honestly,” she teased further, and you couldn’t help, but giggle softly again as she toothily grinned alongside you, and she remembered thinking for a moment she couldn’t believe you were still letting her stay here with you, the way you were, blissfully now.

It was the luckiest she’d ever felt in a little while, and - in a way - she felt-.. fuller, being here beside you.

But she still had a vow to make, you just needed to be on the verge of sleep, when she knew you wouldn’t try and protest again to everything she wished she could do for you.

It took longer than she thought it would, but at least it was worth it.

You’d spent more of your time admiring one another than sleeping, for a little while, but slowly you grew to be more and more exhausted overtime, though it frustrated you to think that you couldn’t stay awake with her, the way you wished you could, right now.

As your eyes grew to be even more heavy lidded, Leighton knew it was almost time as she smiled lovingly back at you, her forehead delicately caressing your own again as she hummed quietly for you a soft version of ‘Clocks’ by Coldplay, and you knew in an instant then that she must have remembered the time you’d both found out that one of your favourite films growing up had been called ‘The Wild’; you thought she would have forgotten that you liked it, too, until she’d begun to hum the main melody of it, the way she did, then.

It soothed you, more than you thought possible.

Made you feel more alive than ever, except you couldn’t bring yourself to try and hum alongside her, much too tired at this point to do so as you saw echoes in your head of how she’d looked at you, the night she’d first met you at the bar, that day.

You remembered thinking her eyes were the most beautiful you’d ever seen, and even more so when her addictive smile reached them, the way they had, as soon as her gaze had fell upon you, that first time.

You soon seeped further into the memory, not even realising you were falling asleep so slowly as you did, Leighton stroking your hair again as you did as you melted into her embrace; you’d never felt so safe before, the way you did, then.

She wondered how anyone could look so beautiful as you, almost forgetting what she was staying awake for, as she winced again, and inched timidly closer to you to close the gap between you both even more, somehow.

“Y/n-?” She cooed delicately, wanting to check if you had really fallen asleep, at this point, and the answer of silence told her that she was in the clear, prompting her expression to soften, though she still looked nervous all the same as she relocated her right hand to your left cheek, your soft skin addictive under her palm, before she drew in a barely audible shaky breath, and tried to find the right words she could use to make her determined vow to you again, without you trying to stop her from doing so, this time around.

“O-Okay, good - you’re - you’re asleep, now - I, erm - I just wanted - I wanted to say first that - that I - I love you, Y/n; I always have, and I always will, no matter what, but - I - I also wanted to say that - even if you can’t forgive me, o-or trust me again after-.. I will always be here for you, okay? I’ll be the best you’ve ever known, baby, no matter what - I just-.. wish I could show you, more, a-and - yeah.. that’s basically all I wanted to say, I just-.. y’know, but-.. sleep well, baby, and maybe - just maybe - I’ll try and make you breakfast in the morning; it’s - it’s a start, anyway.”

Except it hadn’t gone as well as she’d planned, by the time the sun had come up, and so stressfully, all over again.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I was toying with the next part being the finale, but from where I ended the last one it would have meant that there would only be 2k words of reading left so I thought I should make it a longer one for all of my lovely supporters! I hope this format was preferable, but if you have any suggestions for me for future reference I’ll take them into consideration as best I can!

I look forward to writing for Leighton again honestly, and I hope you’re looking forward to the next instalment whenever I manage to finally share it with you again!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

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Poll time

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Hi bb still loving the work 😁I have a request, so I was thinking of a Leighton x masc fem reader. Where reader is on the same team as Whitney and is quite muscular, reader bumps into whit at a party and introduces us to Leighton and reader flirts with Leighton, they spend the rest of the night dancing together but you can tell there is a lot of tension leading to reader taking Leighton back to their place which in tale leads to smut( I will leave the creativity to you of course) kinda at the end it can fast forward to when reader and whit next have soccer practice and Leighton is in the stands waiting for us and it’s all cute at the end ( of course also only if you’re comfy with the request 😙)

Much love 🎸

Stupid Muscle

|| Leighton Murray x masc!fem!reader

|| Warnings; smut, college party, drinking, reader flirting with Leighton, swearing, brief mentions of murder in the joking sense, grinding, breast play, light choking, orgasms

|| Summary; when Whitney meets up with reader at a party, she introduces her to Leighton and the rest of her roommates. Leighton in particular catches reader's eye.

Requests open!

Started; November 6th

Finished; November 7th

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You played for the Essex woman's soccer team, being friends with Whitney. Whom you were currently waiting for at a party. She texted you about ten minutes ago. Letting you know she was almost there, just rounding up her roommates. You chugged back your drink, leaning against the wall and observing the party as you waited. Parties weren't overly your scene. But with friends it was always easier. And kinda fun. Honestly you were grateful to your soccer team; they had your back. Even at parties. A few of them were here tonight, though they're all off doing their own things. However they didn't leave without making sure you would be okay until Whitney got there. You made sure to assure them and so here you were. Waiting for your best friend and her roommates.

It wasn't much longer before Whitney and three other girls walked over to you. Whitney smiled bright and pulled you into a hug," Y/N! Hey! I'd like you to meet my roommates. Leighton, Kimberly and Bela." She pointed to each girl as she spoke, Kimberly and Bela waved to you while Leighton kind of just looked you up and down. Raising an eyebrow.

You couldn't help but blush under her gaze, suddenly feeling incredibly small. "Uh- nice to meet all of you." You gave them an awkward nod. With Whitney now there, things got carried away pretty quickly.

About half way through your fourth drink, you went to find Leighton. Wanting to talk a lot more with her and maybe try to flirt a bit. She was hot. Unbelievably so. You almost couldn't believe that Whitney didn't try introducing you to her sooner. Maybe Leighton was straight and Whitney didn't want you getting hurt; whatever the reason, you hardly cared in your drunken state. If she was straight would still at least try. Couldn't hurt, could it?

You found Leighton by the stairs, looking rather bored and unimpressed with it all. Drinking from a cup in her hand. You sat down beside her on the steps and she glanced at you, lowering her cup from her lips.

"Hey!" You smiled at the blonde," maybe you and I could get out of here? I know some quiet spots." A smirk tugged at your lips, hinting at what you really meant. Leighton couldn't help but roll her eyes at your obvious flirting. Although, not much else was happening for her at the party. She was honestly more interested than she cared to admit. Plus, she did think you were hot. You with all your stupid muscle.

"Lead the way," Leighton raised her voice so she could be heard over the music. You took her by the hand and pulled her out of the party, walking along with Leighton through the lamp lit streets. It was well past midnight by this point, with clouds providing little light from the moon. So all you had was the street lights. Not that you minded, it added a nice glow to Leighton that you couldn't take your eyes off of.

"Where the hell are we going? You're not a secret murderer, are you?" Leighton huffed, folding her arms across her chest. It was colder than she would have liked.

You laughed and shook your head," no, no definitely not. You're too hot to kill anyways. My place isn't far from here, so I thought we could go there and.. well, warm up." You winked, seeing that Leighton must've been cold. You found yourself wishing you'd brought a jacket. Even if only to give it to her.

"Great, you're cheesy." Leighton tried to come off as annoyed, but part of her did find it cute. You were cute. Why did mascs always have to be adorable?

"Come on, you're falling behind!" You started running at a light jog, the grin never leaving your face. Leighton's eyes widened as she watched you run.

"Oh absolutely not, I refuse to run. I'm wearing fucking heels!" Leighton shouted after you, though when she saw you weren't about to stop.. she groaned and tried running after you. Keeping up with a soccer player in heels was not an easy feet. Especially while drunk. When the two of you finally made it to your apartment, Leighton glared at you. Arms folded across her chest," you better have fucking made it worth this. If you're bad at sex I'm out."

You burst out laughing as you opened the door, holding it for her as she went inside," don't worry. You'll enjoy yourself."

The two of you got comfortable in your bed, clothes stripped and blankets wrapped around yourselves. Your lips met her own in a fierce desperate kiss. Her hand came up and cupped your cheek while she straddled you. You couldn't help but moan. The feeling of her lips... her on top of you... it'd been a hot minute since you'd done this; but you were by no means out of practice.

As the kiss deepened, you flipped the positions around. Letting Leighton fall to the bed under you as you now latched yourself to her hips. Moving at a slow grind, clit against clit. The wetness seeping between your folds and down into hers. Combining with Leighton's own. A low sound escaped Leighton's throat as your hand gently cupped her neck. Applying bits of pressure to the centre. Not enough to cause pain but just enough for pleasure.

Your own moans vibrated against Leighton's lips, swallowed by her kiss as her hands explored your body. Moving along your sides and then up to cup your breasts. Massaging the skin there as the kiss broke. The both of you panting, your eyes locking onto hers as you watched her chest move up and down with each breath. You picked up your pace, moving your free hand to grip the sheets as you adjusted. Trying to move your hips in a way that allowed you to apply more pressure in your grind. Leighton gasped, head falling back onto the pillow. You yourself gasped and bit the inside of your lip. Rolling it between your teeth. God, it felt so good. You could feel your stomach twisting in knots and you could only imagine that Leighton must feel the same. With the way her eyes looked at yours, lust and desire mixing in with the blues.

It didn't take long for your knot to pull itself undone. Cumming the same time as Leighton, both of you gripping at each other's arms as you laid yourself onto her. Taking a breather. Though that wasn't where your night ended.

From that night on, the two of you would continue to meet. Even going on a couple of dates before declaring yourselves girlfriends. Leighton even came to one of your games with the rest of the roommates. There to support both you and Whitney. As you got onto the field, Leighton screamed your name the loudest you'd ever heard it.

"FUCK YEAH!! KNOCK THEM DEAD, Y/N! KICK HER IN THE FUCKING TITS!" You could hear Leighton screaming from the stands, both you and Whitney exchanged a glance as you ran past each other. Trying not to laugh. Kimberly and Bela looked absolutely startled by Leighton. Who was absolutely the most enthusiastic out of the three when it came to the game. Hell, as far as you could tell she was the most enthusiastic in the stands. You were sure your whole face was red. As embarrassing as it was, you did love it. You loved her. And you made a mental note to tell her after the game; especially if your team won.

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𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘 ──── 𝘓𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Synopsis: Leighton decides to go to a party with her roommates after coming out to them, and decides to test her luck with a girl by the bar.

Content: Leighton Murray x gn!reader, fingering, thigh riding, alcohol, Leighton def kept her heels on

Word Count: 1.9k

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Leighton Murray nervously adjusted her dress as she entered the lively frat party with her roommates, the pulsating music and laughter echoing through the air. Being a closeted lesbian in college had its challenges, but tonight, Leighton decided to step out of her comfort zone. She had just come out to her roommates, and the energy in the room was contagious. She hoped that maybe, just maybe, she could find a connection that would make her college experience a little less complicated.

As she navigated through the crowd, Leighton spotted a figure standing near the makeshift bar, seemingly observing the chaotic dance floor. Y/N, with a welcoming smile, caught Leighton's eye. Y/N's presence was magnetic, and Leighton felt a flutter in her chest.

Leighton took a deep breath, determined to embrace the spontaneity of the night. She approached Y/N with a false confident smile, her heart pounding in her chest. "Hey, I'm Leighton," she greeted, grabbing a cup while trying to sound casual despite her nerves.

Y/N turned to face her, their eyes meeting in a moment of shared connection. "Hey, Leighton. I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, I'd offer you a drink but you don't look like the type of girl to drink shitty liquor." they replied, a grin playing on their lips as their eyes travel down Leighton's body.

"Can't be too picky in college. Although I do prefer Glenfarclas, I'll take what I can get." Leighton replied with a matching grin, widening it as she watched the look of confusion on Y/N's face.

The conversation flowed effortlessly between the two. Leighton discovered that Y/N loved indie music and had a passion for photography. As they laughed and chatted, Leighton couldn't help but feel a growing connection with Y/N.

As the night progressed, the atmosphere became more electric, and the decision to venture onto the dance floor was inevitable. Y/N, sensing Leighton's hesitation, gently took her hand, pulling her into the pulsating crowd. The colorful lights illuminated their faces as they danced, the music creating a rhythmic backdrop to their growing connection.

In the midst of the chaos, Leighton found solace in the shared laughter and subtle touches. Y/N's hand in hers felt comforting, and the chemistry between them became undeniable. Leighton realized that this unexpected connection was a breath of fresh air, a chance to be herself without the weight of secrecy.

But then came the looks, the amount of men staring at them, it made Leighton's skin crawl.

Leighton pulled them away from the dance floor, seeking a quieter spot to catch her breath. Leighton's heart raced as she looked into Y/N's eyes, feeling a magnetic pull. Y/N, smiling at Leighton's vulnerability, reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from her face.

Leighton hesitated for a moment, then leaned in, capturing Y/N's lips in a soft and lingering kiss. It felt like the world around them disappeared, leaving only the two of them in that quiet corner of the frat party. For Leighton, it was a liberating moment, a step towards embracing her true self.

Y/N smiled, their eyes reflecting understanding and acceptance. "I'm glad I met you tonight, Leighton," they whispered.

Leighton and Y/N, lost in the magnetic pull between them, continued their passionate kiss. The sounds of the party faded into the background as they embraced the warmth and intensity of the moment. Y/N's hands grasped Leighton's waist, their fingertips tracing the contour of her skin.

Leighton's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The taste of Y/N's lips was intoxicating, and she found herself surrendering to the euphoria of the connection they were building. Y/N's other hand found its way to the small of Leighton's back, pulling her closer, their bodies pressed together in an electrifying dance.

The world around them seemed to disappear as they explored the depth of their desire. Leighton's hands rested on Y/N's shoulders, fingers lightly running through the strands of their hair. The air between them crackled with newfound energy, and the quiet corner they had found became an intimate sanctuary.

As they broke the kiss, Leighton's breath caught, and her eyes locked onto Y/N's. A shared understanding passed between them — a recognition of something special unfolding. Y/N's gaze held a mix of tenderness and desire, encouraging Leighton to let go of the inhibitions that had held her back.

Y/N's fingers traced gentle patterns along Leighton's spine, sending shivers down her body.

"You wanna head back to my dorm?" Leighton asked with a sly smile, Y/Ns face matching hers as they nodded.

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The night air was crisp as Leighton and Y/N left the vibrant energy of the frat party behind. They walked hand in hand across the campus, the quietness providing a welcome contrast to the lively chaos they had just experienced. The journey to Leighton's dorm was filled with shared laughter and stolen glances, the connection between them growing stronger with each step.

Upon reaching Leighton's dorm, the anticipation hung in the air. The soft glow of the hallway lights illuminated their faces as Leighton fumbled with her keys, her heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and excitement. She unlocks her dorm door with a giggle, her mood slightly affected by the alcohol she drank previously. She turned to Y/N, their eyes locking in a silent understanding.

Y/N's hand cupped Leighton's cheek, their touch sending a comforting wave through her. "Thank you for tonight," Y/N whispered, their breath hot against Leighton's face.

Leighton smiled, a mixture of gratitude and affection in her gaze. "No, thank you," she replied, feeling a warmth spreading within her.

As they entered Leighton's dorm, the door clicking shut behind them, the atmosphere changed. The space became an intimate cocoon where the outside world ceased to matter. Leighton turned to face Y/N, their eyes meeting in silent agreement. In that moment, the unspoken connection reached a new level of intimacy.

Without a word, Y/N gently tilted Leighton's chin upward, their lips meeting in a soft and tender kiss. It was a continuation of the magnetic energy that had drawn them together throughout the night. Leighton's heart raced as the kiss deepened, the warmth and reassurance of Y/N's touch melting away any lingering reservations.

Y/N pulled Leighton's body backward, dropping to sit on the couch without breaking the kiss with Leighton.

They broke the kiss, a shared smile passing between them. The air was charged with anticipation as Y/N whispered, "Is this okay?", bringing their hands up to tug gently on Leighton's dress.

their bodies were already responding to each other's touch, and Leighton nodded as she leaned closer, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

Their tongues tangled together hungrily, exploring each other's mouths as if they had been waiting for this moment forever. Their hands roamed freely over each other's bodies, caressing and groping with equal intensity. Leighton's dress came off first, revealing her thick thighs and breasts, her nipples erect from the cold weather. Y/N followed suit, pulling off their clothing to match Leighton's naked body.

Y/N pulled Leighton down onto their lap, her straddling one of Y/N's thighs. She kisses them gently, leading her kisses down Y/Ns neck as she grinds her wet folds against their thigh.

Y/N holds onto Leighton's hips tightly, their nails digging into her skin. Leighton reached between them, her fingers finding Y/N's sensitive spot and massaging it vigorously. "That feels so good," Y/N moaned, their voice hoarse with desire as they helped Leighton reach her orgasm on their thigh.

"I know," Leighton panted back, her breath hot against Y/N's neck. "Tell me you want more."

"I do... I need more Leight," Y/N confessed, their hips bucking wildly, Leighton pushing a finger inside of Y/N. The couch creaked under their combined weight as they rode each other harder and faster, sweat covering both of their bodies in a sticky film.

Their breasts hit against each other's, nipples rubbing against nipples in sync with their rhythmic movements. Their moans muffled against each other's necks and shoulders, echoing throughout the otherwise silent room. Leighton's fingers continued to tease Y/N's G-spot relentlessly, pushing them closer to releasing.

Y/N's hands grabbed onto Leighton's ass, squeezing them firmly before slapping them lightly. The stinging followed by the coolness of the air on her bare bottom made Leighton moan even louder, getting closer as she kissed and bit Y/Ns neck.

Leighton's own orgasm was building rapidly, her humping Y/N's thigh hastily. "I'm... I'm close," she whimpered, her voice strained with pleasure.

"Me too," Y/N panted back, their hips picking up the pace, helping Leighton ride them and Leighton's fingers going deeper inside of Y/N. The combined sounds of their heavy breathing and moans reverberated throughout the room, creating a sensual symphony that heightened their arousal even further.

With their hips buckling one more time, Y/N cried out, their body tensing up as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over them. Their climax seemed to last forever, their body shaking as Leighton helped her ride out the high. When it finally subsided, both girls were panting heavily, their bodies covered in sweat and fluids.

Collapsing onto the couch, they stayed intertwined for several minutes, catching their breath and savoring the post-coital bliss. Their hearts were racing wildly in sync, their breathing gradually returning to normal.

Leighton's dorm room felt like a haven of intimacy as she and Y/N laid there, their fingers entwined. The soft glow of a lamp cast a warm light across the room, creating a cozy atmosphere. With unspoken understanding, Leighton gestured towards her room, an invitation in her eyes.

"Would you like to stay?" Leighton asked, her voice a gentle whisper that hung in the air.

Y/N nodded, a genuine smile playing on their lips. "I'd love to."

They moved towards the bedroom, the tension in the room shifting from the excitement of the night to a quieter, more tender energy. Leighton opened the door and sat on her bed, pulling back the covers, to reveal the inviting space where their connection would deepen.

As they settled into the bed, Leighton couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Y/N mirrored her emotions, their eyes locked in a shared moment of vulnerability. The unspoken understanding between them was a comforting presence, allowing Leighton to be herself without the weight of pretense.

Y/N lay down beside Leighton, the soft comforter enveloping them. The warmth of the room and the lingering connection from the night created a sense of serenity. Leighton turned towards Y/N, their eyes meeting in the dim light.

Without a word, they leaned in, sharing a gentle kiss that conveyed a depth of emotion words couldn't capture. It was a tender acknowledgment of the connection they had discovered, and a promise of the intimacy that would unfold as they navigated this newfound chapter together.

As they settled into each other's arms, the room filled with the soft sounds of their breathing and the quiet whispers of the night. Leighton closed her eyes, feeling a sense of peace she hadn't known before. Y/N's presence beside her brought comfort and acceptance, creating a safe space where Leighton could let go of the walls she had built around her heart.

In the embrace of the bed, they fell asleep quickly with their limbs entwined. The night became a canvas for a shared journey, a journey that went beyond the confines of a college dorm room. As sleep embraced them, Leighton and Y/N found solace in each other's arms, the promise of a new day and a deeper connection awaiting them when the morning sun kissed the horizon.

[brooooswriting]

hi, can I request a fluffy leighton x reader where the reader is having just a really bad day (late to class, someone spilled coffee on her, etc) and she’s just super stressed and anxious and leighton notices and tries to make her feel better and helps her through it? and ofc leighton’s roommates are totally unused to seeing her being soft with someone so they’re all shocked and stuff

Softie

Sometimes life just seemed to fuck you over and today was just one of those days. It started early in the morning, or well it didn’t which was the problem. Your alarm didn’t ring as your phone charger didn’t work. You woke up a lot later than you normally did resulting in you getting late to class and after class was finally done and the prof was done lecturing you about being late, you walked out of the room just for someone to bump into you and spill their hot coffee over your shirt. As you were already late you didn’t have time to change for your next course, instead just closing the jacket which was at least a bit better.

When it was finally time to eat, at least in theory, you went back to your dorm room to change and since your phone was still off you couldn’t even text your friends about not coming. Happy to finally arrive at your dorm you opened the door just to hear weird noise coming from your room. It took you a second to figure out what those noises were before sighing, your roommates sex life really always was your enemy. Since you couldn’t go into your room you just grabbed a new jacket to pull over your shirt, hoping that it’d fix the problem at least a bit.

During lunch, your friends sat at the same table as always. Leighton was constantly checking her phone, a worried look on her face. “It’s weird that she’s not answering right?” She asked her friends making them freeze for a moment, it wasn’t often that the blonde was asking for advice.

“Wait, is the leighton Murray worried about someone else?” Whitney asked, fake surprise in her voice as she widens her eyes earning an annoyed look from her friend.

“Did you maybe do something to upset her?” Kimberly asked innocently.

“Oh my god, did you say somebody else’s name during sex?” Bella intervened, making the rest of the group cringe. Especially Leighton who shuddered before shaking her head.

“What kind of question is that? Of course not and I don’t think I did anything to upset her. Yesterday everything was fine, we were out and then she brought me home, kissed me good night and went to her dorm. Later we texted shortly before saying good night and going to sleep. Since then I haven’t heard from her” she explained, wrecking her brain trying to think of anything she could have done. The rest was still kinda perplex, the blonde never talked about her private life like this. It already took them hours to get out of her who she was dating.

“Well, do you know if she had a course with anyone you could ask?” Whitney suggested.

“Oh, Lila. Didn’t you have Econ or whatever with y/n this morning?” She suddenly called out to the girl who was walking by their table.

“Yeah I did, dude was late as shit and left me alone in that boring ass course” Lila complained on and on until the blonde finally interrupted her.

“What do you mean she was late?” You were normally very punctual so this was already kinda weird.

“What do you mean ‘what I mean?’ Class started at 7:30, your hot stuff girlfriend arrived at like 8:15, leaving me alone for 45 minutes. But she did seem like she had a rough night or morning. If she did, that bitch is excused. But only this once” with that the sips manager disappeared.

After a moment Leighton stood up and grabbed her food confusing the rest of them as she didn’t say anything. “Where are you going?” Bela asked.

“I wish I could be looking for my girlfriend but instead I have to go and write a shitty math test that is way to easy anyway” she aggressively packed away her stuff before storming off to her lecture.

You never thought you’d say that you’d rather be in Leightons weird ass math class than at sips. But Thursdays were always extremely full and a lot of the people there were frat boys who treated workers like shit. Normally you were at least two people on Thursdays but Zoe had to call in sick last minute leaving you alone with a whole lot of work. Throughout your whole shift the frat boys tried to humiliate you and made you work twice as hard as they spilled everything on purpose and didn’t throw away anything. Your shift went an hour and a half longer than normal exhausting you even more.

Once you could finally leave you felt like breaking down, your eyes were wet, your bottom lip trembling and you were barely moving your feet. As soon as you entered the building your body moved on its own finding the way to your girlfriend’s dorm who was still panicking. She only knew that you were alive was due to other people telling her that they saw you. “If I don’t hear from her in the next hour I’ll get the police or some shit” she told the others while aggressively typing on her phone. “I have been everywhere. Her sips shift was over over an hour ago. I was at her dorm, the library, the cafeteria and the gym but she’s nowhere to be found” she added.

“Have you looked at sips?” Whitney asked making the blonde scoff.

“It’s Thursday” she answered leaving everybody confused, “She hates it there on Thursdays, so why would she stay longer?” While Kimberly found it unbelievably cute that Leighton knew which days you liked and which not she realized that the blonde didn’t have a clue how shifts might work.

Just as she was about to explain that to her there was a knock on the door. The youngest Murray sibling quickly jumped up to see who was behind the door, a relief sigh leaving her when she saw you. But her relief quickly disappeared when she saw how your shoulders were hanging, your eyes wet and barely sparkling anymore and your lips trembling when you tried to greet her. Everybody looked at you, making it even worse. Leighton quickly pulled you in to the room, her hands caressing your cheek softly. “What happened y/n?” She asked carefully while studying your face.

You tried to speak but every time you wanted to open your mouth, you could feel yourself starting to cry. The blonde didn’t want to force you to speak so she just wrapped you in a hug which made you sob out. “Shh, it’s okay. Everything is gonna be okay” she mumbled over and over, feeling all her roommates watch her. They couldn’t believe it, Leighton was hugging someone and in addition to that, someone who was crying. While they stared at her, she tightened her arms around you as she felt your legs giving out. “Bela, Kimberly couch” she asked. They quickly stood up and set on the seats across the couch so you two could sit there. When your cries slowly died down, the blonde pointed at the fridge, making Kimberly get up to get you a bottle of water. “Thank you”

Once your girlfriend had forced you to drink some water with the words “you don’t want to look puffy later do you?”, she repeated her question from before. “It’s stupid, really” you answered but the look she gave you made you continue. “I just had a bad day” you then explained, looking down at your hands.

“That isn’t stupid, love” she comforted, her hands still rubbing circles across your back.

“Can we ask what happened?” Whitney said carefully. One, she didn’t wanna upset you further, and two, she was scared of Leighton is she did upset you further.

“It’s just, my charger broke so my phone didn’t load which meant that my alarm didn’t ring. Then I was too late to Econ and the prof lectured me like half an hour after the lecture that I was too late and as soon as I left the room somebody spilled their hot coffee onto me, but I was already too late to change. So I had to sit in my next lecture drenched in hot coffee and when I wanted to change during lunch I walked into my dorm just for my roommate to have another one night stand over, so I couldn’t change. And when I arrived at sips I was told that Zoe called in sick so I was alone and it was so full and these stupid frat boys were there so I had to work longer than my shift went and they made me spill oat milk on myself” by the end you were nearly crying again. If it wasn’t for Leighton giving you comfort you definitely would.

“See, I told you Zoe is evil” Whitney pointed out, receiving a glare from Leighton which made you chuckle a bit. The moment the sound left your mouth the blonde stopped glaring and instead smiled at you. “I’m sorry the day was so shitty” she then added.

“Oh, I know these frat boys they’re so rude. They always knock their coffee down on purpose” Kimberly said, hoping that that would help you.

“Did you take on of those anxiety pills?” Leighton asked.

“No, they’ve been empty for like three weeks but the pharmacy isn’t delivering them. I called like 60 times and I even went there but nothing. They’re ignoring me” you explained while playing with the blondes fingers to calm yourself down.

“Wait, are you still wearing the shirt with the oat milk on it?” Bela asked as her eyes wandered down to your shirt. You gave her a nod with your lips pressed into a thin line.

“Alright, get up. You’re going to change and then we are going to deal with the rest” you only whined, moving seemed really hard right now and you’d rather not do anything. But the blonde grabbed your hand and pulled you up and into her room. The others tried to give you privacy but couldn’t help the glance through the open door where they witnessed Leighton pulling the shirt over your head and helping you put on another one. You didn’t even need to be told to get on the bed, instead just immediately falling into it, burying your face in the pillow that smelled like your girlfriend.

“Are you gonna come cuddle?” Your voice was muffled due to the pillow which somehow made the whole thing even cuter to Leighton. She nodded and placed herself next to you so you could cuddle. The fact that you were now going to sleep while it wasn’t even 5 pm wasn’t something she liked as you’d definitely have problems sleeping later but she ultimately decided that an hour won’t hurt after the day you had. She’d just wake you up when it was time for dinner.

“No! I mean today, latest in 2 hours. I don’t care, we’ve been waiting for these meds for weeks now!” Leighton nearly screamed into the phone as she exited her room, “Look if you don’t want a lawsuit you’ll bring them in the next two hours. Oh trust me, I have the money to run you down until you do not have a penny anymore. Thank you very much” when she hung up the phone she saw three pair of eyes starring at her.

“What?” She asked her roommates.

“What was that?” Whitney asked, her brows furrowed while the rest also starred at her.

“That damn pharmacy that’s been blowing y/n off” she shrugged as she sat down next to Bela on the couch. “Oh, Kimberly. Do you still have that calming green tea?”

“Uhm, yeah I do. I think it’s in the drawer over there, take as many as you need” the girl pointed to a drawer close to the fridge making Leighton stand up to find the package.

“Great, thank you. I’m gonna get some of y/ns favorite snacks. Does anybody else want something?” After each of them added at least on snack she quickly walked to the small store on campus to get everything. Once she was back the medication was already in front of the door and she still had enough time to brew your tea before she wanted to wake you. “Alright everybody, here are your snacks” she announced as she placed their bag on the table, keeping yours safely stowed in her hand while she heated up a cup of water.

“Love, come on. Wake up, it’s dinner time soon” she carefully shook you awake before placing a soft kiss in your cheek.

“How long did I sleep?” You grumbled as you hid your face in her stomach, still way too sleepy to think clear. The way the blonde brushed her fingers through your hair nearly made fall back asleep.

“Like an hour, but it’s dinner time and you gotta eat something so up you go” she encouraged noticing your hesitation and the way your eyes were darting around endlessly. It was a typical thing you did when you got anxious. “Hey, it’s alright. I even got you your meds so your mind and body can relax a bit” She presented the meds and the tea to you after helping you sit up.

“Thank you” she only gave you a soft smile and wrapped an arm around you.

Not long after you sat in the cafeteria, just observing the discussion the table had while eating your food. Due to the medication you were a lot calmer, giving you time to rest. Your whole body leaned against Leightons something she actually encouraged. Except for Bela, who once saw Leighton and the first girl she knew of make out, no one of them had ever seen her this touchy with anybody.

“Hey what are you guys thinking about watching a movie before we go to sleep? There’s a new Netflix movie that I think we’d all enjoy” Kimberly suggested, earning a yes from everybody except Leighton who instead looked at you who said yes.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” She whispered to you who was laying on her shoulder. You really liked Kimberly and she was scared that you were only too nice to say no. The nod you gave her didn’t convince her at all so you grabbed her chin to title her head down making it easier for you to press a kiss to her lips.

“I promise I’m up for this” you reassured again, she nodded at you and then at Kimberly who happily clapped her hands.

After all of you finished eating you redecorated the dorms common room so all of you could sit comfortably while watching the movie on the small projector Leighton bought during on of her shopping trips. You sat in front of your girlfriend, your back against her front with a blanket over your legs. To everybodies surprise the movie was actually good and all of you enjoyed it. At least until your eyelids became heavier and you drifted to sleep in her arms. When she noticed that you were asleep she pulled the blanket higher and pressed a kiss to your forehead mumbling a quiet ‘sleep well’.

“Who knew Leighton Murray could be such a softie?” Whitney grinned as she looked at you two earning an agreeing nod from the other two.

“What?!” The blonde asked visibly confused.

“Dude you’re a simp for your girl” Bela laughed enjoying the look on her roommates face.

“I am not” she argued back. “You’re so lucky she’s asleep otherwise I’d beat you up”

“Well, she’d kinda right. But like in a good way, you really care for her and it’s very sweet” Kimberly explained knowing that Leighton wouldn’t do anything to her as you liked her too much. Something that actually proved what she just said.

“Whatever! You guys are crazy” she complained feeling you stir slightly in her arms, “and now be quiet before you wake her”

“Simp” Bela whispered while turning her focus back on the movie only to miss the pillow that was chucked her way.

She knew that she was soft for you and she loved it, she loved you. But that wasn’t her roommates business.

[jjsmaybank20]

can u write another sickfic but this time it's leighton who's sick 🥹 i haven't come across a fic where she's the one being comforted for once

Fine

Leighton Murray x fem!reader

Summary: Leighton insists that she's fine, but everyone can see that she is actually sick.

Warnings: just fluff

Word Count: 489

A/N: Sorry it's so short! Hope you like it anyway.

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Leighton Murray did not get sick. At least, that’s what she told herself as she blew her stuffed up nose into tissue. She did not get sick, this was not a cold, and she did NOT need to go rest back in her dorm room. The blonde did not miss the wary looks her math professor gave her, and she thanked every being above when he dismissed the class 10 minutes early. She rushed out of class, not really looking where she was going, causing her to make solid contact with a taller figure. 

Said person caught her before she could fall, and kept their hands on her shoulders. Before she could snap at them, she recognized your concerned voice. “Leight? Are you feeling okay?” Leighton all but melts into your arms, causing you to let out a surprised giggle. “Alright, let’s get you to your room. We can get all snuggled up and relax for the rest of the day.”

Leighton tries to protest, she really does, but the promise of her comfortable bed, some cuddles with her girlfriend, and some quiet to keep her rapidly-forming headache from pounding sound just too good to resist. 

You quickly steer her towards the dorms, rushing her through the entrance and up the stairs when you arrive. Leighton doesn’t really remember much about your journey to the building, which she would blame on the fact that her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls. 

When you reach her suite, you quickly move towards her room. The shorter blonde drops to her bed, and you can’t suppress the laugh that leaves your mouth at how cute she looks. Leighton tries to fix you with a scathing glare when she hears you, but instead ends up looking like an adorable kitten trying to be tough. 

You gesture for her to raise her arms up, and you pull her shirt over her head. When Leighton wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, you roll your eyes. “We’re putting on comfy clothes, not having sex.” Leighton pouts, but she lets you pull one of your shirts that she had stolen from you over her head. You change into some of your sweats that you had left lying around her dorm before climbing into bed with your girlfriend. 

Wrapping your arms around her, you pull her back into your chest. Leighton turns around in your arms, burying her face in your neck and snuggling even closer to you. Reaching your hands underneath her shirt, you run your nails up and down her back. You can feel Leighton start to relax, and her breath evens out against your neck as she falls asleep. You set a reminder on your phone to go get Leighton some medicine in a few hours, but for now, what she needs is some rest. With your girlfriend wrapped around you, your eyes close and you let yourself drift off into a peaceful sleep.

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Roommates??

Request: Leighton x Fem reader with angst in the beginning and ending with fluff

Summary: You and Leighton throw your first party together in your new apartment

Pairings: Leighton Murray x Female Reader (tho pronouns are not mentioned so Gender Neutral also)

Warnings: swearing and I think that's it but if there's something else let me know lol

A/N: okay so this was my first request. Also my first Leighton story too so woot! The ask that the request came from is shared on my page, so if you are that person that requested it, I hope it is okay and you like it, but also if you had something different in mind please message me and I can write something that best fits what you were looking for. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy it. I'm also going to be rearranging things so everything is more organized on a master list and easier to navigate. 🫶🏼

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"Hey, have any of you seen Leighton?" You greeted your girlfriend's former roommates with a quick side hug.

"No, I'm sorry. I haven't seen her since we got here." Whitney said, putting an arm around you and facing you in a different direction. "I could use more wine if you've got it though."

"What do you mean haven't seen her? She's talking wit-" Kimberly started before Bela cut her off.

"You said you had more wine?! Where is that at?"

"Why are you guys being weird?" You removed Whitney's arm from you. "Talking with who Kimberly?" You craned your neck, looking for your girlfriend's blonde locks in your crowded apartment.

You spotted Leighton in the corner. It looked like she was chatting with someone, but whoever it was was too short to be seen over the crowd. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to come up with a valid excuse to interrupt her conversation.

You noticed Leighton's wine glass looked empty, so you grabbed a bottle of her favorite red from the ice bucket and made your way to her with a smile on your face.

You had moved in to this really nice off campus apartment together for your senior year in the middle of the summer. Now that the school year was in full swing, Leighton wanted to host a party and you always found it difficult to tell her no.

You greeted your way through the crowd, shoving people aside while also asking them if they were enjoying themselves and if there was anything they needed. You topped off one or two people's wine glasses on the way over, but otherwise everyone was pretty solid and didn't need shit from you.

As you got closer to Leighton, you learned pretty quickly why her friends were being weird and why you couldn't see the person she was talking with.

You recognized her immediately when you saw her. You had seen photos and heard stories about her. Leighton was currently chatting up her ex, Alicia.

The same Alicia you both agreed to not invite because you didn't really want a long term ex of Leighton's to be in your home.

Here she was though, talking with Leighton and making her laugh.

You probably wouldn't have so much of an issue with it if she didn't date Alicia for as long as she did and if they didn't live together for a summer before finally ending things.

You plaster on a fake smile, swallowing down the argument you're just fucking ITCHING to start right now and make your way over to your girlfriend.

"Hi, babe. Need a refill?" You planted your hand on her lower back and held the wine bottle up for her. She held up a finger to Alicia and turned to focus on you.

"I'm okay, thank you Y/N." She smiled awkwardly and you furrowed your eyebrows, a little surprised by her reaction.

"So are you the roommate Leigh is throwing this shindig with?" Came a voice from below, oops, behind you.

Roommate? You were a little taken aback and you didn't hide that fact. Your hand faltered on her back, falling to your side now.

"Yeah, that's me." You said, trying to hide your disappointment. If Leighton wanted to introduce you as a roommate to her ex, then fucking fine. You'll be a roommate. "I don't think we've met before. Are you a friend of hers?"

"Kinda! Well, technically, yes. We dated for a while. I've been offline and out of state for like a year just working on myself. Now I'm back and when I saw a friend of mine got the invite I thought I would just tag along." She smiled up at Leighton who gave her an awkward tight-lipped smile in return.

Leighton's hand found the back of your shirt, gripping it tightly. Maybe to keep you grounded, maybe to silently apologize. Either way, you didn't care right now. You reached back and brushed her off.

"Cool, well, I'm gonna start making my rounds again. Do my roommate host duty." You emphasized the word roommate and wiggled the bottle of wine.

"I could actually use some, bud." Alicia held up her almost empty wine glass.

"For sure." You nodded, filling her glass obnoxiously up to the brim, leaving the bottle with just enough for you to chug down.

You could hear Alicia mumbling 'what the fuck' while you took your wine to go, ignoring Leighton's attempts to grab your hand and pull you back.

You excused your way through a cluster of people. Despite being upset with Leighton, the last thing you want to do was make a scene and be embarrassing.

You love and respect her too much to pull some shit like that.

You stepped outside into the hallway for a moment. Hiding in the corner and stealing a hit from one of your friend's carts and taking a second to just calm down.

You heard the apartment door open and close and leaned over to look past your friend to see Alicia putting on her jacket and heading out.

You nodded in her direction, telling your friend to look. She turned her head, saying 'ew!' loudly before you grabbed her by her jacket to both get her facing you again and to use her as a shield to hide you while you laughed.

Was it childish? Absolutely. Was it also kinda funny? Yeah, a bit.

When you entered the apartment, Leighton found you immediately, stepping in front of you.

"Y/N, I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't know she was coming. I promise I didn't invite her." You could see the panic in her eyes and knew she was being honest.

But you weren't upset that she was here. No, that wasn't it.

"Roommates?" You asked, your voicing cracking slightly.

Leighton telling her ex that you were her roommate hit damn near every single insecurity of yours on the fucking head tonight.

Like, fine, if she wants to tell the people she thinks will hate crime you that your're roommates, okay. That's no big deal. It's preferred actually.

But telling a very out person, nay, a very out ex-girlfriend that was her longest relationship prior to you?

That just fucking sucks .

"I know it seems super shitty, but I did it for a reason just please-" She was talking fast, rambling nervously and not getting to the point.

"Let's talk about this later, okay? We can't be doing this in the middle of our own party." She didn't say anything, just looked at you with the saddest fucking eyes. "Love you." You couldn't handle her pout. You needed to reassure her that you had no plans to break up with her, but you were definitely going to be talking about this.

She tried to grab your arms again as you walked past her, but the chip bowl was empty and you had other shit that you needed to be worried about first.

---

You stacked another cluster of red solo cups that were scattered across the immediate area and tossed them into the trash bag you've been carting around the living room.

It was 1am and some of Leighton's work friends lingered a bit too long, but she was managing to get them all out the door and to their next destination safely.

There was tension in the air as soon as she walked into the room.

"Why don't we just do this tomorrow?"

"Because I don't want to do this shit tomorrow." You shoved more trash into the bag.

"Can you just come to bed, please?" You ignored her, continuing to clean up the living room. "Fine, do whatever you want. I don't fucking care." She wiped her cheek, turning and stomping out of the room to your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

This felt like more of an attempt to get out of cleaning than anything.

"Why don't you fucking slam the door again Leighton?!" You yelled after her. "I don't think the neighbors fucking heard you!"

Within two seconds the bedroom door opened and slammed shut again and it was most definitely louder than the first time. There also came a faint 'fuck you' from behind the door once she shut it.

---

You didn't end up climbing into bed until about 4am. You cleaned up a majority of the apartment and also took a shower because you felt gross and maybe you were just desperate to kill some more time, too.

You figured she was asleep, so you tiptoed in and around the room quietly using your phone as a flashlight to guide you.

The second you climbed into bed, Leighton turned to face you. So you were clearly mistaken and she had most likely been waiting for you to come to bed this whole time.

Now your anger was quickly turning into guilt.

"Can I talk now, please?" It was damn near pitch black in the room, but you can tell by the sound of her voice that she had been crying and it was feeling almost impossible to be angry at her.

You were most definitely still hurt though. She wasn't off the hook just yet.

"Yes. Go ahead." You nodded even though she couldn't see it.

She scooted closer to you, attempting to initiate contact slowly by tangling your feet together first.

You sighed, your hand slipping into her shirt to rest on her lower back and pulling her into you. Her arm flew over your waist, gripping the material of your shirt tightly.

"I am so sorry I told Alicia you were my roommate. Or well, no. She assumed you were my roommate and I didn't correct her at first and I should've."

"Why didn't you?"

"Hmm?"

You felt like you knew exactly what face she was making even though you couldn't even see her.

"Was there a reason that you didn't correct her? Are you embarrassed by me or something?" You started to pull away and she grabbed your wrist, yanking your arm back and putting your hand back on her waist.

"No, no, no." She rushed out, keeping her hand over yours to make sure you stay firmly planted where you are. "God, I feel like it's gonna sound so fucking stupid when I tell you." She pressed her forehead against your cheek.

"Just spit it out, Leight."

"I just didn't want her to know! She didn't deserve to know. She can think she's slick by crashing our party and thinking she has a chance with me, but she has like the furthest thing from that." She pressed a soft kiss to your jawline. "I love you. I want you. Nobody else...roomie." She laughed and you huffed at her, attempting to shove her away.

Instead she anchored her leg around your hip and rolled so she was sitting on top of you. Your hands rested on her waist, but she grabbed them and pinned them above your head. She leaned down, pressing a soft kisses to your lips that you immediately melted into.

"Call me roomie one more damn time though and all you will get from me are roommate activities." You mumbled between kisses. She pressed your hands deeper into the mattress and rolled her hips over yours, making you gasp.

"I don't believe that at all, actually. But I really love you for trying."

[hermslore]

Pretty Girl [2] | Reneé Rapp x Reader

You're straight but you're in love with a girl. Is that a thing?

Warning : Exploring your sexuality, light angst, fluff, happy ending

[Based on How You Get The Girl by Taylor Swift]

Part 1

Keep on pretending, what does that mean?

You were up late that night, you couldn't get sleep as your mind kept wondering back to Reneé's words. You guys were just fooling around, you were straight, what was happening?

A part of you couldn't help but think about how much you enjoyed being with Reneé, Your boyfriend, Chris, could never make you feel the way Reneé did, she made you so happy, free, and at ease.

You sighed, getting up and washing your face, realizing you probably aren't going to get any sleep now anyway. You opened up your laptop, going on google. You had to find something out.

Am I gay, BuzzFeed quiz.

Taking a deep breath, you took the quiz, flipping through the questions, answering them sincerely. A part of you wondered what your sexuality was, you could be bisexual, but then again, did you ever love Chris or any other boy for that fact?

You attempted the last question, sighing, and took a look at the results.

You are a lesbian!

You stared at those words, refreshing the page again and again, it couldn't be right. You couldn't be a lesbian, you didn't like girls, hell you couldn't not like boys, could you?

It was just a quiz, it couldn't decide what your sexuality was, it was stupid and you shouldn't have done it. Regardless, you kept the laptop down, pulling the covers over you, shutting your eyes. Your thoughts kept going back to Reneé's words, and the quiz's results.

Next night, you weren't able to sleep again. You couldn't stop thinking about Reneé. Maybe the quiz was right, maybe you were a lesbian. You had broken up with Chris earlier, figuring you didn't feel anything for him at all after Reneé had entered your life.

Getting up, you glanced at your phone, 12am. It wasn't that late, and you couldn't wait. You quickly changed clothes, grabbing your phone and keys. You were going to Reneé's house. You didn't care how late it was, you were going to get your girl.

It was raining heavily by the time you reached, but you knocked on her door, and shot her a text saying "I'm here." You hoped she was awake.

You stood there like a ghost, almost shaking from the rain. A few moments later, she opened up the door. "Are you insane, what the fuck Y/n?"

"Please, Reneé, I need to talk to you," you pleaded, you missed her voice so much, hell, you missed her so much. She hesitated but let you in, despite how it was almost 1am.

"I'm so sorry, for everything, I'm so sorry I hurt you or pushed you away. I don't know what was wrong with me, but I really wanna make it up to you, and I'll do whatever it takes-"

She cut off your rambling, "Y/n, it's 1am, are you okay? You could've come tomorrow." You shook your head and said no, to which she raised her eyebrow. "I broke up with Chris," you say. "I'm sor-"

You interrupt her, "No, Reneé, I want you. I want you for worse or for better, I would wait for ever and ever. Broke your heart, I'll put it back together, just please."

She looks at you, and smiles, "Wow, you really figured it out, hm?" Her fingers trace your chin, pulling her closer as she wraps her arms around your waist. Your foreheads press together, as she smiles against you.

She leans in, pressing her lips against yours in a kiss, you kiss back, passionately. That was it, you felt complete, you were in love with Reneé Rapp. She made you so, so happy.

"I really missed you," you say, to which she just kisses you again, making you giggle.

And that's how it worked, that's how you got the girl.

[alotofpockets]

Crush | Leighton Murray

Pairing: Leighton Murray x Jock!Reader

Summary: Whitney notices Leighton's crush on her fellow soccer player and decides to get them together. [Full request]

Masterlist | Reneé Rapp Masterlist | Words: 1.4k

Over the past couple of weeks Whitney noticed Leighton showing up at soccer practice more and more often. She always seemed to have some excuse to be there, so at first Whitney didn’t think much of seeing her roommate sitting on the bleachers and just went to her to see what she needed but over time the excuses started to get less and less convincing. 

That’s when Whitney noticed who the blondes eyes kept lingering on. She smirked to herself, thinking of how to tease Leighton about her little crush when she was done with practice. 

Leighton looks up from her homework when she hears footsteps approaching her. "Oh, hey Whit, done already?" She says casually. "Just a 10 minute water break." Whitney says as she sits down next to the girl. "So, don't worry, you have more time to stare at y/n in a minute." Leighton looks away from Whitney's piercing eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about." Leighton responds. 

Unintentionally, Leighton's eyes fall on you again. Her mouth falls open as she sees you lift up your shirt to wipe the sweat off your face, which puts your abs on full display. "Nice try, Murray, you're drooling right now." 

That's when you look their way. Leighton quickly closes her mouth but you had already noticed her staring. You wave to her with a smirk on your face. Leighton waves back, her smile a lot less smug. What is happening? She thought. She was never nervous around people. "Oh, you're crushing so hard." Whitney says as she gets back up, to go back to practice. 

Later that afternoon, back at the dorm, everyone sits down in the common room. "You'll never guess what happened at practice today." Whitney says, grabbing everyone's attention instantly. Leighton rolls her eyes at the giddiness in Whitney's eyes. Bela and Kimberly look between Leighton and Whitney sharing looks. "Well, come on, don't leave us hanging." Bela interrupts the intense nonverbal conversation.

"Ugh, fine. Go ahead" Leighton says in defeat, knowing they were going to get it out of Whitney one way or another. "Leighton is crushing on a girl from my soccer team." Kimberly squeals, "Oh my god, that is so exciting. Who is it?" Leighton decides to give in and share. "It's y/n." This time it's Bela's turn to squeal. "Wow, Leigh, I didn't know you were into jocks. She has killer abs!" Whitney jumps in, "Oh, Leighton was drooling over them earlier. I think she is very aware of those." Leighton starts blushing, her love life was never on display like this. "Okay, that's enough, thank you." 

Leighton seemed to be the only one not having plans for tonight as one by one her roommates left the dormroom. She decided to change into some more comfortable clothes. She settles on the couch and decides to work on her homework, she's only a couple of questions in when she hears a knock on the door. 

Leighton opens the door and there you are. She didn't know who she expected on the other side of the door but it certainly wasn't you. "Oh, hi, y/n." She greets you. "Whitney isn't here, she left like half an hour ago." You give her a puzzled look. "I'm not here for Whit, I'm here for you. However, by the sound of it, you were not expecting me." Leighton looks down at her outfit, "Yeah, if I knew I would be having company tonight I wouldn't be wearing this." 

You sent a dashing smile her way, "Well, I think you look great. So, let's not worry about that, shall we?" Leighton shakes her head in response. "Yeah, I guess it's too late to worry now anyways. Now, tell me, what exactly are you here for?" She asks stepping back so you can enter the dormroom. "I'm kind of struggling in my math class this year, and Whit said you're really good at it. She said you'd tutor me but since you know nothing about it, I think we have been set up."

That's when Leighton starts getting nervous. Set up? If you thought this was a set up, did you like her too? She decides to put her nerves aside and ask. "Set up how?" Her question gets another smirk out of you. "I've seen you in the bleachers, Leigh. You're not exactly subtle while checking me out on the field." Leighton is quick to look away from the challenging eye contact you are trying to hold. When you notice a blush creeping on your cheeks you add on to your sentence. "On the other hand, you might not have seen me checking you out the moments you were actually doing your homework while you're sitting there." Leighton's eyes meet yours again, she's searching for any sign of a lie on your face but she can't find one. "Oh." Is all she manages to get out. Seriously, what was happening? She thought. What's wrong with me? She was always the confidence herself but around you she was quite the opposite.

You decide to give making Leighton flustered a rest. “So, are you down to help me? It’s okay if not.” Leighton is quick to answer, “Yeah, of course. Let’s sit.” You sit down on the couch and grab your stuff. You are pleasantly surprised by Leighton’s math knowledge and are very grateful that she’s willing to help you. Leighton on her turn was gaining more and more confidence the longer she spent sitting by your side. 

Leighton asked to borrow your pencil to write something down on your paper. She explained what she was doing as she continued to solve the problem in front of you. To your surprise, you actually understood what she was saying, so you nodded along. She handed you back the pencil, your hands lingering longer than needed. You smile before asking if you could take a small break. “Yeah, of course, do you want anything? I can grab you a drink or something.” Without a second thought you answer her question. “What I want is to kiss you. Is that offer also on the table?” The blush rushes back to Leighton’s cheeks. “Okay, that was smooth.” She laughs. “And yes, that is definitely on the table.”

You reach out your hand and place a loose strand of hair behind her ear, letting your hand linger on her cheek as you lean in. Your lips meet in a soft kiss. Her lips feel amazing, you think to yourself as you deepen the kiss. The tutor session was quickly forgotten as you’re making out on the couch. 

After you lay comfortably on the couch with Leighton in your arms. “Want to prank Whitney with me?” Leighton asks as she is playing with your hand. “For sure, what do you have in mind?” She explains her plans before you have to head out. Before you leave though, you share a sweet kiss with her. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Later that night when Whitney walks into the dormroom she is instantly met with an annoyed looking Leighton. “What the actual fuck, Whitney? You can’t just tell people I will tutor them without asking me if I am willing to do that.” She doesn’t even leave room for Whitney to respond before walking into her room and slamming the door shut. 

Leighton was already out of the dorm when Whitney woke up, she had an early class. The rest of the day went on and Whitney didn’t see Leighton anywhere. That was until practice started and she saw Leighton sitting in the bleachers again. Whitney took that as her chance to apologize, so she made her way up. “Hey, Leighton, I’m really sorry. I thought it would just be a harmless thing, my intention wasn’t to hurt you.”

You noticed Whitney heading your way so you followed her up, like the plan you had discussed. “Hey Whit.” You greet your friend. Then you sit next to Leighton and put your arm around her before kissing her. Whitney’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, you are so mean! My plan totally worked.” You both burst out laughing. “Yes, it did work. You still needed to learn your lesson though." - “Fair enough, I am just glad that the two of you found each other.” Whitney says before walking off. You kiss Leighton once more before heading back to the field. It was nice seeing her in the bleachers knowing that she was there for you and only you.