#tabitha hayes x fem!reader

[wambsgansshoelaces]

oooo maybe headcanons about dating the succession girlies? like shiv, tabby, willa maybe even sandi if you like her (nobody else seems to). Or just anything involving any female characters I feel like there’s so little for lesbians out there lol 💜 I love your writing and I think it’s so sweet how happy you are to receive requests and always thanking your anons

I love women so I’m very happy I got this request

and I do love getting requests- it means people enjoy my writing and that makes me feel good about myself. #traumadump but I don’t really have any friends so I get really happy when people interact positively with me. and without anons like you, I can’t have these happy moments. so all the kisses and hugs for you 🫂

thank you so much for requesting <33 please feel free to leave all the lesbian brainrot in my ask box- im a self anointed unlabeled princess and both want to chew on jeremy allen white’s biceps and be cradled (and honestly just looked at) by sarah snook (and various other concerning things with various other people)

please enjoy and let me know what you think x

how you meet (wlw)

Shiv

ᝰ you’re in the bathroom at a restaurant trying to get something out of your eye

ᝰ it’s actually aggravating

ᝰ you’re beginning to cry

ᝰ “hey, are you okay?”

ᝰ you forget about whatever the fuck is in your eye when you look at her

ᝰ she’s gorgeous

ᝰ ethereally so

ᝰ you know you’re going to dream of her tonight

ᝰ so much so that all you say is “eyeball”, your voice cracking

ᝰ “oh, god, yeah. let me see?”

ᝰ you turn so that your body is facing hers

ᝰ she cups your cheek with one hand, using the other to pull down your lower eyelid

ᝰ “i think it’s an eyelash,” she murmurs

ᝰ you spend a bit rolling your eye around trying to push it

ᝰ eventually you do, along with a fat ass tear

ᝰ she wipes it away with her thumb

ᝰ “thank you…”

ᝰ she gives you a smile in response

ᝰ and then she’s gone

ᝰ you’re kicking yourself honestly

ᝰ you should’ve gotten her number

ᝰ you get yourself together in front of the mirror

ᝰ but before you push the door open, it opens on it’s own

ᝰ *she opens it

ᝰ “um, i just wanted to ask, could i get your number?”

ᝰ “please, it’s yours.”

Tabitha

ᝰ you’re out shopping at an outlet mall

ᝰ it’s january, it’s still freezing cold, you don’t have enough sweaters

ᝰ you browse the racks, truly bored out of your mind

ᝰ you like shopping, yeah, but only with someone else

ᝰ and you didn’t have anyone else

ᝰ it’s been lonely

ᝰ you’re stuck between two sweaters, the same price, right under your budget

ᝰ you kind of just hold them in front of you and stare at them

ᝰ “the pink would be so cute on you,” she says

ᝰ when you turn, it’s like heaven and earth collide

ᝰ her hair, her eyes, just her face

ᝰ your heart’s twisting around like you’d stuck it in a washing machine

ᝰ “you think so?”

ᝰ “compliments your undertones.” she takes the sleeve of the pink sweater, her eyes skitting over it appreciatively

ᝰ you hold the other one out at her

ᝰ “this one brings out your eyes.”

ᝰ she looks you up and down, smile playing at her lips

ᝰ you’re pretty sure you fall for her then

ᝰ she takes the sweater from you, grinning now

ᝰ “i’m tabitha. there’s this pretty dress i want to see you try on.”

ᝰ you spend the next three hours shopping together

ᝰ you just can’t bring yourself to leave her

ᝰ you stick to each other like glue

ᝰ you share a pretzel in the food court

ᝰ before she leaves, she asks for a pen from one of the vendors

ᝰ she jots her number across your palm

ᝰ the entire time she’s walking away, she’s looking back at you

ᝰ she’s mouthing ‘call me’

Willa

ᝰ your headphones are on, ambient sounds playing

ᝰ you’re sitting in a secluded nook of your local barnes and noble, reading a new book

ᝰ you’re in your own world

ᝰ you can only vaguely hear what’s going on around you

ᝰ you can kind of hear someone talking

ᝰ so you take a headphone ear off, looking up

ᝰ good god

ᝰ she’s just so pretty

ᝰ so delicately beautiful

ᝰ the way she looks at you?

ᝰ “um, excuse me, do you know where the romance is?”

ᝰ “oh, yeah, of course. want me to take you?”

ᝰ you gather your stuff and lead her away

ᝰ “what’re you reading?” she asks curiously.

ᝰ you show her, and you’re both giddily chattering now

ᝰ “what have you read from here?” you ask after a bit, gesturing at the romance shelves

ᝰ “i haven’t read a good romance in ages. i can’t even remember.”

ᝰ “jane austen?”

ᝰ “jane austen!”

ᝰ you’re both giggling

ᝰ “do you have goodreads?”

ᝰ “yes, can i please add you?”

ᝰ you exchange goodreads

ᝰ then numbers

ᝰ she gently grips your forearm, grinning wildly

ᝰ “oh my god, this is so exciting!”

ᝰ you laugh, agreeing

ᝰ “i’m willa, by the way.”

ᝰ “i’m really happy i’ve met you, willa.”

[wambsgansshoelaces]

Live A Little

Tabitha Hayes x fem!Reader

Oneshot

Summary: life is short. might as well live it.

inspired by this ask from lovely anon! there isn’t exactly a plot, I just made it fluffy. enjoy and let me know what you think x

Word Count: 2.549k

If anything, your life was boring. Nothing exciting ever happened to you, and if you were being honest, you were becoming borderline depressed from the lack of interaction in your day to day life. The lines between boredom and excruciating loneliness were staring to blur.

Today, you find yourself sitting in a café. You liked to do work in this shop in particular, the environment light and airy. When you felt yourself beginning to be unable to bear the now perennial suffocation of your worsening depression, you came here, and it all disappeared for an all-too-short while. You liked leaving small doodles and thank you notes on napkins for the overworked baristas. You knew what it was like to need a little relief. You were happy to provide it.

You’re absentmindedly stirring a spoon around in your cup when she sits down across from you. She’s gorgeous, you think. Her hair sits just above her shoulders in beautiful little curls, her eyes twinkling with something you can’t place.

“Hi,” she says, holding eye contact.

“Hi,” you say back carefully.

“I know this is weird,” she tells you, “but I’m trying to branch out more in life. I’m trying not to miss anything special. And you look like fun.” She extends her hand out to you. “I’m Tabitha.”

You quietly murmur your own name back. “Do you do this often? Whatever… this is?”

She shrugs. “Just trying to live a little.”

“What brought you here?” You push the pastry you got with your coffee towards her, and she gives you a small, dazzling smile. Your deadened insides come back to life, as if she was breathing your soul back into you.

She takes a small bite, thinking about her next words. “Needed a breather from my jackass boyfriend.”

As quickly as your spirits hit a record high, they come crashing back down. “Oh?”

“I dunno. He’s… he’s weird, but in a good way, but sometimes not?” She takes another bite. “Just, lately, he’s getting in my nerves. Leaving clothes around the apartment, not spending that much time with me. It’s whatever, though. Que sera sera, eh?”

You take a sip of your coffee. “You’re certainly handling it better than I would.”

She shrugs. “Life’s short. I shouldn’t be wasting my time on tiny things.”

“You don’t think loving someone is serious?” You don’t break her gaze.

She chews on her bottom lip. “I mean, I do. I kind of just… don’t think our relationship is like that.”

You purse your lips. “Sounds like you’re both just fucking around. Pardon my French,” you add lamely.

“Enough about me. What do you do for work?” she asks, changing the subject. You decide not to press her- you’d just met, after all.

You tell her, and she asks questions, genuinely interested. You’re happy to have someone to talk to after such a long time of radio silence.

“I think I do what I do just because I love it so much,” you tell her truthfully. “Even though everything else is shitty, I’m doing what I’m passionate about, so how can I really complain?”

“That’s… really respectable.” She’s finished the pastry, brushing the crumbs from her soft, pink tinged lips. “I could learn a thing or two from you.”

You finish your coffee, an awkward silence lingering.

“Could I get your number? I think we’d be good friends,” she murmurs, soft smile gracing her face. You slide her your phone, and she types in her number. “I’ll text you,” she says, grinning.

You look down at the new contact saved.

tabs <3 ੈ✩‧₊˚

Tabitha texts you the next morning, asking if you can hang out. It starts a chain reaction, the two of you becoming inseparable over the next few weeks.

You go out to eat, out for more coffee, and even to a museum. You’d walked around arm in arm, making fun of the modern ‘art’ on display, gaping at the Renaissance exhibit, giggling with each other at a family of ducks passing by outside.

You get closer as the months leak away from you, and that tingling you’d felt in your chest when you’d first met morphed into a raging tightening of anxiety and awe every time you saw her. Despite the color she brought to your grayscale world, deep down, you knew nothing would happen. For one, you didn’t know if she was even into girls, and two, she had an entire boyfriend to worry about.

As you both got closer, you learned more of her relationship with Roman. You’re both lying on her couch as she complains.

“I feel like he doesn’t take anything seriously,” she tells you. “Like… I’m just in a relationship with him for his own entertainment.”

“Being completely honest, Tabs?” You look over at her.

“Hmm?”

“I think you’re in the relationship for the same reason.”

You both just stare at each other for a moment. You know you’re right. She was only with him because he could entertain her- you can tell clearly from the way she talks about and acts around him.

“What, because I think he’s fun?”

“Tabitha,” you chide. “You shouldn’t be in a relationship just to ‘have fun’. Besides , you think *being with him is fun, not his actual personality. Don’t you think life’s be better when you’re loving someone?”

Her eyes never leave yours. “What do you mean?”

“Love is what makes the world go round, isn’t it?”

“Cheesy.”

“Whatever. But you get the point. Life’s better when you’re in love.”

“Have you been in love before?” she asks, shifting so that she’s leaning in towards you.

You take a moment to think. “Yes, but no. It only ever counts if it’s reciprocated, right?”

“But you’ve loved someone before?”

“Plenty of times.”

“And? Is it worth it? Does it make life worth living?”

You sigh. “I wish it’d gone well enough for me to tell you. But based off what I see, what I hope to feel,” you say quietly, “it’s worth everything.”

“How do you know? If you’re in love, I mean?”

“As cliche as it is, you just know.” You lean back into the couch. “And I’m sure you don’t have it with Roman.”

She snorts. “Oh, come on. We’re both perfectly happy together.”

You make a face at her. “But are you? Even if you are, that doesn’t mean you love each other. Whenever you talk about him, Your face is just… the same. He also never does anything for you. Where are the flowers, the romantic dates? Hell, you don’t even fuck, let alone ‘make love’.”

Tabitha’s face sours. “Why so critical? I’m happy, so what’s it matter?”

“I’m just saying you deserve more.”

“I didn’t ask for your opinion,” she says hotly.

“God, Tabitha. I was just saying.”

She gets up from the couch, leaving you all by yourself. ੈ✩‧₊˚

After your disagreement, she doesn’t speak to you for a while. You text, you call, nothing. You’re not sure why she’s upset with you. You don’t think you said anything out of line. Regardless, it stings more than it should when she stops speaking with you. It’s like a piece of your heart was ripped out of your chest, your feelings needlessly hurt.

You decide to leave her be. You don’t want to push her even farther away.

The next few days, you don’t hear a thing from her. You don’t bother reaching out anymore. You’ve already tried.

To your dismay, you can’t get her off your mind. Anything pretty reminds you of her. There’s a stray cardigan of hers strewn on your couch. She hasn’t bothered to come back and pick it up.

You’re lounging on the couch, watching TV when a banging sounds from your front door. Begrudgingly, you open it, finding Tabitha on the other side.

“I broke up with him,” is the first thing she says to you.

You pause. “I didn’t mean to ruin your relationship,” you say back, voice quiet. “I should’ve kept quiet, I-”

“No,” she insists. “I overreacted. I overreacted because you were right. He gave me nothing. The entire relationship was meaningless.”

You stay silent for another moment. “What brought this on?”

“Like I said,” she begins, “you were right. Life’s better when you love. I didn’t love him, I didn’t even want to love him.” You both just stand there, staring at each other. “It’s really horrible, but ever since I saw you sitting in that cafe, I’ve wanted to love you.”

You can’t bring yourself to say anything.

“The entire period I was with him, after you. I… couldn’t get you off of my mind. You’re so… you just make me feel things. Things I haven’t felt before. Things I definitely didn’t feel with Roman. Fuck, I don’t know what I’m saying. You’re just so pretty and so much fun and I want to learn to love you.”

You step forward and press a gentle kiss to her lips. After a moment, she takes your face in her hands, kissing you with a new fervor and pushing you back into your apartment. ੈ✩‧₊˚

You watch as Tabitha raises a flute of champagne to her reddened lips, her delicate throat constricting lightly when she swallows.

She’d brought you to a work gala as your date. You couldn’t stave off the electric feeling whenever her eyes rake over your body.

She raises the flute at you in a mock cheers. “Something in my teeth?” she asks cheekily.

“No. You look perfect,” you answer truthfully. She raises her eyebrows at you and takes another sip.

“Do I really?”

“You’re gorgeous, Tab. As always.”

She shifts so that her hip is touching yours as she peers out at the crowd, smirking. “You should say more nice things.”

“Tabitha, you’re the prettiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen.”

“You flatter me.” She kisses you gently, her lips lingering before she pulls away. “I should be flattering you.”

Your arm snakes around her waist, your hand settling on her bare hip. You pull her flush against you, and her hand comes to sit on the side of your neck, holding her to you. Her dress is skintight, the back completely cut out, leaving part of her hips exposed. The deep emerald of her dress brings out her eyes, makes her skin glow. She’s a fucking vision, and you make sure to tell her every time you can. But that doesn’t mean you don’t want the pretty words, too.

“Go ahead, then.” You smile at her. “Flatter me.”

You both walk, ignoring the invasive stares other guests give you. “Well,” she begins, trailing off to think. “Your ass is perfect. The way your hips fill out your dress is fucking perfect. Every single curve makes me want to drool… Shall I go on?” she asks dramatically.

“Please do.” Your hand leaves her hip, instead reaching for hers. She happily laces your fingers together.

“Your face is straight out of one of my dreams. You’re a dreamboat, baby, you hear?”

You laugh, in turn making her laugh.

The two of you spend the rest of the night giggling at the ridiculous attire of people who have way too much fucking money. ੈ✩‧₊˚

You’re back at the cafe where you first met, staring at each other with stupid grins pasted on your faces. You both know why Tabitha invited you back here. But neither of you felt like ruining the moment.

“So,” she starts, unable to suppress her grin. “I want us to be exclusive.”

“I’m being promoted from fuck buddy!”

She laughs, burying her face in her hands. “Stop! I’m serious!”

You don’t take your eyes off of her, affection evident in your gaze. “Say the actual words, Tabby.”

“I want to be your girlfriend. Will you be my girlfriend? Be my girlfriend.”

You lean across the table, giving her a kiss on the lips. “‘Course I will.”

“I got you something,” she tells you giddily, rooting around in her purse. She takes out a small paper packet and slides it across the table to you. You take it, sliding out a small brass house key.

You’re unable to contain your smile the next time you glance up at her.

The entire walk back to her apartment, you grip each other's hands, moving quickly. She throws her front door open, dragging you inside. The second you’re inside her bedroom, your hands are at her hips, hers cupping your jaw, and you’re pushing her down into her- now your -bed.

You kiss up her neck, savoring every sound that falls from her lips. Every whimper, every moan, you memorize.

The next morning, she’s curled up against you, her head buried in the crook of her neck. Her breath fans across your skin, warm and soft. Her hair is splayed out behind her, and when you wake up, you think that it looks just as good as it did when you fell asleep. You press a soft kiss to her hairline, trying not to wake her up.

Subconsciously, she tightens her grip on you. Your hand smoothes up her spine, your fingers going to stroke at the nape of her neck. She shivers at your touch, making a quiet, contented noise.

You have no idea how you got here. It feels like the two of you had just met, and she had just been complaining about her shitty boyfriend and her shitty relationship, and you were yearning for something you thought you never could have. And yet here she was, in the end, wrapped in your arms.

You feel her lips brush against your neck. “Good morning, baby.”

“Hi, Tabby.” You kiss her forehead, smiling softly to yourself.

“This is probably way too early,” she says groggily, “but I’ve known you for ages, and I fuckin’ love you.”

You are so excited for the rest of your life. ੈ✩‧₊˚

When the day finally comes, you’re doing your best not to cry your makeup off. Your veil runs down your back and onto the floor, and your dress could not have been more perfect.

You control your breathing, smoothing out the fabric of your dress. You smile at yourself in the mirror, tearing up. You made it. You finally fucking made it.

When you see Tabitha, it takes all your will to not break down into happy sobs. She’s tearing up, lips quivering, eyes watering. Her veil is fashionably short, her dress clinging to her hips and bust, cascading into a long train, the fabric pooling on the polished marble.

You reach out to her, and her hand is immediately clasped in yours. You both squeal at each other, feeling like you’ve died and gone to heaven.

“Look at you,” Tabitha coos, encouraging you to give her a little spin. “So fucking gorgeous.”

“Anything for you, Tabs,” you murmur quietly. Your hands slide down her corset, thumbs stroking her sides affectionately. “So pretty. So, so pretty. I love you so much.”

She grins at you, her lips perfectly painted, full and plump. She fixes a stray strand of your hair, her gaze saturated with nothing but pure adoration.

You’ve never felt more elated than the moment when she slips that perfect fucking ring onto your finger, both of you crying, both of you so madly in love.