#what i need hayley kiyoko

[yellow-computer-mouse]

" Sure I would kiss you, I'll lay with you You're broke, no, I can't fix you I won't, no, I won't diss you But babe, yeah, I might miss you "

[plain text: "Sure I would kiss you, I'll lay with you You're broke, no, I can't fix you I won't, no, I won't diss you But babe, yeah, I might miss you"]

[the-golden-vanity]

Fresh off my stint with the Pride of Baltimore II, I applied for a more regular gig with my local Yankee privateer, but apparently previous privateering experience is no match for The Waitlist™. Please send good vibes...

Or, you know, send the other people on the waitlist some "sudden scheduling conflict" vibes

[lovestuckyhatemarvel]

I need a fic or a video about these dumb celestial dumbasses set to What I Need (feat. Kehlani) by Hayley Kiyoko because come on

We could be bigger and brighter than space

Ain't no running away

No, real loving is sure

The way that I love, there's no taking my place

Starin' you right in your face

No, don't look away no more

[pitchsidestories]

for the girls II Kika Nazareth x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1347

a/n: dear readers, this is for the girls..and for the anon who asked if we'd write another Kika fanfic. 💜❤️

“Chicas, you haven’t. told us about your Portugal trip yet!”, Mapi clicked her tongue disapprovingly.

It was the dinner night after a big game at the team’s favourite restaurant. Far away from the buzzy and touristy La Rambla, in one of the less busy neighbourhoods where you football players could eat and yap in peace. In this minute the candles were lit by the waiters and turned everything into a warm glow.

“True, did you two enjoy it? Were you girls surfing? The water must be cold by now.”, Ellie mused with a dreamy look in her blue eyes.  

“We did. And it was amazing.”, Kika affirmed.

“Yes, we’ll go there again over the Christmas break. The waves were the best I’ve ever ride on.”, you enthused thrilled.

“You two went surfing?!”, Alexia gasped outraged by your recklessness.

“Yeah?”, the Portuguese forward cleared her throat nervously.

“It was super fun, Ale.”, you replied nonchalantly, slightly annoyed by the older Spaniards mothering, for some time her overprotective side always came through when it came to you.

“Can’t you do something less dangerous?”, Alexia sighed.

“We had everything in control.”, you tried to assure the midfielder.

“Still. In the middle of the season.”, she pouted.

“Don’t worry, we didn’t spend too much time on the water anyway.”, Kika intervened, smiling cheekily, holding your hand in hers.

“Kika.”, you exclaimed blushing deeply.

“That’s too much information.”, Mapi chuckled amused.

“Wait, what?!”, Alexia asked shocked.

“Stop acting like a mum.”, the Portuguese laughed.

“You’re lucky I’m not.”, your captain said through clenched teeth.

In your mind you reminisced about your trip to Portugal which felt like ages ago but was only a week prior. How could you explain to Alexia that every day spent with Kika felt as fresh as a summer’s day no matter the actual weather?

“I was faster than you, Kika!”, you grinned triumphantly, your feet had reached the sea water before your teammates.

“You started early!”, she shook her head heavy breathing.

“Lies.”, you countered smiling innocently.

“It’s true.”, the brunette insisted smirking.

“Whatever.”, you shrugged. What you didn’t plan was to get lost into your friends’ brown eyes. They’re so beautiful you thought to yourself.

“You know that friends don’t look at each other like this?”, Kika observed.

“Looking like what?”, you asked biting your lips anxiously. 

“The way you look at me right now.”, the forward replied earnestly.

“I.. sorry.. I think.. I forgot something at the beach.”, you mumbled.

“Y/n..”

“Do you need something as well?”, you turned your head around to look into her eyes.

“No.”, she denied.

You nodded slowly: “Okay.“

“Okay.“, she replied.

There was nothing else to say so you waded out of the water, forcing your heart to stop hammering against your chest.

Kika joined you a bit later, both of you laying on your beach towels and letting the sun dry the water off your skin.

She never mentioned it again and as the day went on, you started to wonder if you had imagined the conversation you had earlier.

You stayed out at the beach to watch the sunset together but once night started to fall, the temperatures dropped and a slight breeze rolled in from the sea. Kika and you found shelter in the van you rented. It was just big enough for the two of you with a twin mattress in the back and a makeshift kitchen where you prepared a quick dinner for the two of you.

Parked a bit away from the actual beach, you had a perfect view at the waves but without heating, the van cooled down as quickly as the outside temperature.

“It’s getting kind of cold… Do you want me to get another blanket?”, you asked Kika who was, like you, sitting on the mattress with a thin blanket wrapped around herself.

“Uhm… sure.“, she nodded.

Wordlessly, you got up and pulled out another blanket.

“Here you go.“

“Come here, we can share this one.“, Kika decided as she unfolded it and gently placed it over both of your legs once you sat back down.

“Thanks. Who thought it would be this cold in our van at night?”, you asked while sucking in a breath.

Kika laughed: “Definitely not me.“

“Me neither. But now we know.“, you joined the laughter, shaking your head about how unprepared you both were.

“We do. Are you still cold?”, Kika asked while her eyes searched your face.

Your grip tightened around the edges of your blanket, a desperate attempt to keep your hands from shivering: “No…“

Kika clearly looked right through your lie. “Move over.“, she demanded.

You did as you were told while the football player moved closer, pulling you into her.

You cheeks started to burn which you chalked up to Kikas body heat.

“Why are you so hot?”, you laughed.

“I’m Portuguese.“, she replied plainly, shrugging.

“Of course.“

“That must be it.“, she grinned.

“Appreciate the heat though.“, you answered, finally laying down. Kika did the same, never letting go of you.

For the shortest moment, you thought you would both fall asleep until you could feel the football player stir close to you. Her chest was so close to yours that you could essentially feel her rapid heartbeat against your ribcage.

“Why are you so nervous? Can’t you sleep?“

“I..no. There’s something else I’d like to do.”, Kika admitted quietly in the dark.

“What’d you like to do?”, you asked her nervously.

“I’d like to kiss you.”, the forward confessed.

“What about the being friends talk from earlier?”, you raised an eyebrow.  

“Well, what about we stop being friends and start dating.”, she suggested boldly.

“You mean like Marta and Caro, Mapi and Ingrid.”, you began listing the couples in the team with your fingers.

“Yes.”

“I like that. So, you didn’t mind when I glanced at you earlier.”, you realized.

“No, not at all.”, Kika insisted.

“I want to kiss you too.”, you smiled sheepishly at her.

“When what are you waiting for.”, the brunette chuckled.

You didn’t need more than this, you left a featherlight kiss on her lips. “Do you want more?”, you gave her a challenging look.

“Please.”, she responded promptly. Now it was Kika who entangled you in a kiss. The Portuguese tasted like never-ending summer; the warmth spread through your whole body chasing the cold away.

“Wait, so you’re together now?”, Keira’s question brought you back to the present evening.

“Jep, we’re.”, Kika confirmed with a proud grin on her lips.

“If you hurt y/n, Kika…”, Alexia warned her.

“Stop, Ale. You’re neither my mami nor my big sister.”, you interrupted the captain annoyed.

“I promise I’ll not hurt her. I couldn’t be happier.”, your girlfriend declared solemnly.

“Good.”, the blonde nodded satisfied.

“You can calm down now.”, you rolled your eyes at her.

“We should order another round of drinks.”, Mapi suggested enthusiastically.

“Sounds like a good idea.” Kika waited until everyone had a newly filled glass in their hands to toast. “Cheers to the power of love and friendship.”

“To another Barca couple.”, the defender from Zaragoza added smirking.

“You look like a proud aunt.”, Ingrid observed smiling.

“I feel like one.”, Mapi acknowledged, resting her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder.

The rest of the evening was a joyful time with teammates who become friends and some of them lovers.

“And that’s a wrap.”, your girlfriend confirmed once she took a mirror selfie which had the whole team in it.

Slowly each of the women went down a different road which would lead them home so by the end of your walk it was only Kika and you walking hand in hand through the streets which were lit by the lamplights.

“That was nice.”, you hummed.

“Agreed, come on time to go home, meu amor.”, she replied. At the end of the road, you both knew that your place was waiting for you.

“I’m coming.”, you told her, almost running now, because you couldn’t wait to be in the four walls you called your home now with the woman you loved.

[musicsourcedaily]

HAYLEY KIYOKO

What I Need (feat. Kehlani)

[sailormew4]

Happy International Lesbian Day!

Here are some of my favorite Sapphic Ships and awards to them. (Reblog and add your favorite sapphic ship with your own award to them)

Lumity! Congrats for being one of the few Sapphic Ships that ended up being Canon with No Margin to Deny It. You get the Fuck Disney Award!

Anthy and Utena for being the THEE Yuri Ship for Anime. Creating so many tropes as well. Also for being the start of Pink x Purple Ship for me. You get the Trope Starter Award

Bubbline! For being the Slowest Queer Coded Turn Canon in Western Animation. Award for "My Ex Keeps Missing Me, But Her Aim Is Getting Better!"

TogaChako! Congrats for breaking the internet this past weekend. Award for Making Me Scream, Cry, and Throw Up Everytime I See You (I will make them Canon every chance I get in fics)

Catradora! Congrats for being my introduction to Childhood Friends to Enemies to Lovers Ship (this definitely didn't affect my future ships at all). Award for Winning a War with Gay Love!

HaruMichi! Congrats for finally having your love story shown without censors for western audiences. You get the "And Censorship Will Call Them..." Award

Korrasami! Congrats on jump-starting Sapphic (and maybe even LGBT relationships) in Western animation. We salute you! You get the Hand Hold as an I Love You Award

And here's a surprise contender. ZakuMint from Tokyo Mew Mew. You gave the Vibes in 2000s and now you're fully Gay Coded Congrats! You get the Upgrades People Upgrades Award!

It's not as surprising but needs to be mentioned. But here's a Liana and Alexa from Barbie and the Diamond Castle with the award of "Baby's First Gay Coded Movie"

MadoHomu for being my first Doomed Yuri Ship... pray for their safety in the next movie. You get the "Was It Casual" Award.

Harlivy for showing that Men (specifically men like Joker) ain't shit and healing from toxic relationships. You get the Award also for "Be Gay, Do Crimes"

Sashannarcy: To show you what's better than one girlfriend? TWO Girlfriends. You get the "She Has Two Hands" Award

And we'll be closing out with Rupphire! The first Sapphic Wedding I watched on screen. May you live as Garnet forever happily!

And Honorable Mention to Kugisaki Nobara! For being the Most Lesbian of Lesbian to the point where I knew to multiship her with Maki, Mai, and many more. You get the award of "Most Girlfriends" Award

Along with Velma Dinkley who had the Best Lesbian Coded to Canon Lesbian Development. Shout Out to being played by Lesbian Jesus Hayley Kiyoko in a live action!

[bearieio]

ellie w. hcs :3

bc im seeing them everywhere and i need to put in my 2¢. thank you. (also not proofread :P)

⋆ biggest hayley kiyoko fan for like 3 years (the intro to ‘girls like girls’ was her ringtone when she was 14). would beg joel to take her to random record stores that they passed by just to see if they had any hayley kiyoko cds.

⋆ because of joel, she listens to a lot of 70s-90s dad rock. 

⋆ can’t drive for shit. like literally she’s not allowed to drive without her glasses

⋆ she needs glasses btw. she doesn’t wear them because she’s already too much of a loser. but when she does where them, you tease her endlessly about them. 

⋆ can and will sleep on the floor whenever prompted. no blankets, no pillows needed. just her and the floor.

⋆ isn’t allowed to drink any sort of energy drinks on account of a previous incident that had to do with about 3 cans of redbull and 2 large cans of the ‘Java Monster.’

⋆ isn’t allowed to own small pets (like gerbils, guinea pigs, hamsters, etc.) because she’d definitely forget about them. 

⋆ owns big dogs. great danes, newfoundlands, irish wolfhounds, mastiffs, st bernards, YOU NAME IT, SHE HAS IT (or has had it)

⋆ when she’s older, i feel like she’d be like one of those white people who has 192793999 dogs for no reason 

⋆ since her mannerisms are so much like joels, you guys argue playfully all the time about how things should be done, often bringing others into it too. 

“jesse, tell her!” he flips her phone screen around to reveal a very tired jesse, “it’s 1AM, ellie-“ 

“TELL HER!” 

⋆ i feel like at random times, she’ll just grab your boob(s). i don’t know why and you’ve never said anything about it, so she hasn’t stopped…… very handsy….

⋆ audibly goes “honk honk!” almost every time she gives ‘em a squeeze.

⋆ she’s a really sloppy kisser. not like boy-sloppy, but like the hot, messy, girl sloppy bc that sounds better and honestly i think her kisses would be the best.

⋆ she was one of those kids who’d eat dirt and find bugs all the time

because of this, she’s the designated bug killer/bug-getter-outter…. idk

⋆ she’s the worst drunk you know.

like literally sssoooooooooo messy oh my god. but you love her nonetheless :)

she’s soo clingy, and, touchy (like more than usual), but also much more emotional and sensitive than usual when she’s drunk or when she’s sick.

⋆ ellie tends to be quite difficult when she’s sick. BUT! you make it work bc you love her and she loves you :>

when you bring ellie her favorite drink from her favorite coffee shop, you literally have to fight her to be able to get out the front door. when you get up to serve her lunch, you’ve got to peel her off of you because she refuses to let you leave her side. when you go and get the medicine she says she doesn’t need…. you guessed it, she fights for you to stay in bed next to her.

“babe, what if i die right here, when you leave- like- BABE PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME-“ she bewails, crossing her arms and huffing at the sight of you leaving her.

⋆ when you catch her playing her guitar, she sometimes gets all shy and plays the wrong chords n stuff. 

“don’t LOOK! >:(” she says, gripping the body of her guitar, glaring in your direction.

“oh!- okay” you say, throwing your hands up in a playful manner, giggling. 

⋆ but the times where she’s not shy about playing in front of you, she’ll ask you if you want to play.

“do you uh- maybe wanna play? i could teach you” she suggests, gesturing toward the stringed instrument.

but then after, she’d tease you about your finger placement :(

“i said the fourth fret, girl, not the second, or, the third!” she says, in between laughs.

“well fourth from the top or the bottom?!” you scoffed, looking at her, still puzzled.

she knows your trying your best but it’s still fun to poke at you when she can >:)

constructive criticism is appreciated !!!

[wlwlovingwlw]

Hayley Kiyoko -

What I Need (feat. Kehlani)

[lizzieisright]

At least I got you in my head (8) (end)

(7)

Summary: Abby is straight. And then you move in with her.

Tags: modern au, fem!reader, straight!abby (she is doing some comphet bullshit), pining, idiot in love and it's abby, reader is gay and tired.

Notes: finally, you both figure your shit out.

Taglist: @abbyily @lillysbigwilly @gravygranules @blairfox04 @frogtits1 @ccinnamongrl @ninazenuk @urmomsgirlfriend1 @sunkissedbibi @couchgarbage @nil-eena @inlovewithelliewilliams @st4rluvrr @mai5mai @machetegirl109 @azelmawrites @rhae-blackqueen @vea-vea-vea @mnim58e @chubeline @strgrlxox @chrry1ovr @littletinyladybugs @shaemonyou @luvrmunson @saffronssapphic @zootedhoe @2012wannabe @elcantsleep

Thank you guys for reading this story and enjoying it! I was very excited when I wrote this chapter and I hope you'd like it too. For some reason Electric love by Børns was playing in my head the whole time as I wrote the reunion part. And the last lines are reference to the Sleepover by Hayley Kiyoko.

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Abby spent her Sunday thinking and thinking and thinking. Even if she wanted to stop she just couldn't, spiralling into the rabbit hole of "does she like me? Do I like her? No, she doesn't like me. I do like her." on repeat. It was still hard to wrap her head around it - in two days her whole perception of herself just turned upside down. And it was good - it always feels good to get rid of this amount of guilt and shame - but it also left Abby in front of metaphorical crossroads and the obvious “what’s next?”.

Abby jumped from being so sure in her feelings to backtracking into “I just figured out my sexuality I need more time”, which was well, true - she did need more time to just..let the knowledge settle.

But you still weren’t home, and her thoughts were too focused on you. Yes, Abby just figured everything out, but the dam that kept her feelings unnoticed broke and now Abby felt everything. The itch she had in her hands before because she wanted to touch you? It was constant now. The desire to call you and just talk? Relentless. She never felt this way about anyone - which was understandable, it’s hard to fall in love with people you’d better be friends with - and the intensity of her feelings was scaring her at times.

Abby spent the first half of Sunday moping around while Ellie provided her silent emotional support and just played games with Abby to keep her occupied. But now and then she’d drift back into her spiralling.

“Abs, until you talk to her all your thoughts have some probability of happening. And it means you’re wasting time, okay? You need to chill.”

“Ellie. Two days ago I learned I’m gay and yesterday I realised I like my roommate. What chill are you talking about?”

“Okay, yeah, my bad. But this spin cycle won’t give any kind of results. Reflect all you want or whatever, but until you talk to her you won’t have an answer.”

“I’m not even sure I want one.”

“You want one, dude. Believe me.” Ellie said somehow menacingly, and Abby didn’t argue.

After Ellie left Abby tried to pick her thoughts apart again, but there was nothing new in her poor brain. Abby felt tired and not lost, but definitely in a dead end. So she decided to use one of her favourite coping mechanisms and hit the gym. The gym always helped, especially with emotions - Abby could box if she was angry or do compounds to concentrate on her form instead of her thoughts, she could stretch just to torture herself and concentrate on physical pain.

Abby packed her bag and went to the gym, hoping for some kind of relief and honestly? A fucking break. She was extremely tired of constant anxiety that changed to sweet memories of you and then changed back to anxiety. Abby wasn’t used to this, so it was taking a huge toll on her - a toll big enough to gain courage to tell you everything. Ellie was right - she needed an answer if she preferred to stay fucking sane.  

And the gym helped. Abby did her safest routine, worried she’d get stuck in her head and hurt herself if she did something different, and while Abby was counting reps and measuring time for the rest period, she didn’t think of you. Her only concern was her form and the mental maths of how much weights she needed to place, how to breathe properly and how to place her feet correctly for the squats.

But the moment Abby left the gym, her thoughts were back. Maybe you already came back home? All your books for tomorrow were at home, you needed them, right? Did you have spare clothes at Cait’s? (where else you’d be? At Vi’s? Abby didn’t even want to entertain the idea, and really, it didn’t seem like you) Abby wasn’t sure if texting you would be a right move right now - she needed space and you probably needed it too. But fuck she missed you.

Abby checked her phone in case there are any messages from you, any messages, even if you'd call her a bitch or something. Just. Any indication you were still in her life.

But no. There was nothing, and the apartment was silent and empty when Abby came back.

Monday went over Abby's head, she couldn't concentrate on her classes which was very surprising: she could go with no sleep and still be present during lessons, but today all she could think about was you. The guilt and shame mixed with excitement and hope and it was driving her insane, being pulled apart by polar emotions like that. Now all these stupid stories from how painful it was to be in love finally made sense to Abby - before you she was never really in love with anybody, but now? Now all these tears and desperation and grand gestures made sense. Coming back to exes? Made sense, because she’d crawl back to you without a question. Forgiving anything? Made sense too.

Fuck, people were really right when they said how powerful love was and what things it made them do for it. And even if it was painful and confusing, Abby felt happy about it, as if her unbearable feelings were a proof of her own humanity. A lot of people before told her she was cold and heartless - Ellie joked about it a lot when Abby didn’t hesitate to tell someone who liked her to fuck off - and sometimes it got to her. Now though? Feeling the sharpest needle going through her heart when she thought of you telling her to fuck off? This pain made Abby feel alive.

Later at practice Abby saw Vi - they didn’t train with each other, different weights, but the days were the same - and Abby expected Vi to be angry at her, but not only Vi wasn’t angry, she actually looked at her sympathetically, as if she knew what was happening in Abby's soul. The guilt and shame were back - yes, Abby was still jealous and yes she still wanted to break every knuckle on Vi’s hands for touching you - but she was self-aware enough to understand that Vi wasn’t a part of this. It wasn’t Vi’s fault that Abby had issues.

And the thing was - Vi was actually fucking nice. Abby didn’t talk to her a lot, but she knew Vi’s story and she admired how hard-working she was and how she stayed herself after all the shit she’s been through. Ellie called her cool, and Ellie didn’t call anyone cool, so Abby felt like she fucked up here too.

But the stakes weren't that high - it wasn't like they were friends in the first place - so Abby decided to make amends. She braced herself for the uncomfortable conversation and went over to Vi's locker when they were changing.

"Hey." Vi looked at her, surprised, but she didn't seem hostile, so Abby continued. "I wanted to say sorry for the other day. I was an asshole for no reason."

"Don't stress." Vi smiled. "I wasn't offended."

"Yeah well. I still said some shit. Sorry again."

"It's okay." Vi seemed to hesitate before speaking next. "(Y/n) was really upset."

"Yeah. I know." Abby nodded, trying to conceal her hurt.

"Do you plan on talking to her?" Vi asked carefully again as she put her shirt on.

"Yes."

"Cool."

It seemed like the conversation was over and Abby went back to her locker, taking her bag out and putting her sweaty uniform inside. She felt relieved after that - if this went well, maybe it will go well with you too. Vi put her things in her bag and walked to the exit while Abby was still changing, deep in her thoughts.

"Have you figured it out yet? Why you got so angry?" Vi asked cautiously, stopping right before leaving.

Abby froze, surprised, as she stared at her t-shirt.

"Was it really that obvious?"

Vi shrugged.

"Kinda. You know, the spidey sense. It's not about your looks, it's just… you can tell."

"Gay aura." Abby smirked, remembering Ellie’s words.

"Gay aura." Vi chuckled. "Good luck, Abby."

"Thanks."

And her words were genuine.

You were still pretty shaken up after the fight - not because of the fight itself or Abby’s words, but because it felt like you were hit with reality in a way that broke your stupid rose coloured glasses. And for some reason it was hard to come to terms with the fact that you overestimated yourself: how you acted based on your emotions instead of using your fucking brain - which is understandable, people lose their brains when they’re in love - and the result was the same. You weren’t planning on confessing at all, instead trying to get over Abby, and it led to the same outcome - you two weren’t talking.

You kept thinking about if you made the right choice by never bringing up the “maybe you’re not so straight” topic with Abby - maybe you should have? Just very carefully? Just nudge her in the right direction? Was it too late to do that now?

Huh, what a fun conversation it could be “hey, maybe you were so angry at me not because I made you uncomfortable in your own home but because you’re gay and jealous?” (which was in fact Cait's entire point about this fight). Even if this would go well, Abby being gay didn’t equal Abby being gay for you.

God, what if Abby would start bringing girls over once she would be out? “Thanks (y/n) for helping me figure out my sexuality, now I’m going to fuck every gay girl on campus because I’m hot as fuck and they all drool over  me”. Fuck.

At this point it was hard to differentiate between your rational thoughts and irrational thoughts: where did your concerns end and overthinking started? You felt confused and all over the place, and even though you knew the only way to fix it was to come home and face Abby, you were too much of a coward to do it.

Obviously you'd say you were sorry. And you would stop bringing girls over because she was uncomfortable with it and you weren't an asshole. But you felt like this talk would be only the cover of the real problem - this situation happened not because you were selfish (not entirely), but because you wanted to get over Abby as fast as possible. For some reason you felt like you had to tell Abby you were in love with her - otherwise you had a feeling you were taking advantage of her with the amount of touch and care that was between you. For you these hugs and cuddles and small kisses on your cheeks weren't platonic or friendly, and now when you finally admitted your defeat, you couldn't pretend it was something else.

So you had two choices: tell Abby you were in love with her and let her decide how to change her boundaries or distance yourself from her as far as possible. And if you were younger you'd probably choose the second option - it was way easier than being honest and getting rejected. But this way you'd lose her as a friend and leave both of you with hurt and anger towards each other. And Abby would probably call you out on this and you'd have to tell her what was wrong with you anyway.

So your only option was to confess and face whatever would come out of it. And it was scary.

That was the reason why instead of going home on Monday you still came back to Cait - you couldn't lie to Abby but you couldn't tell her the truth either, so, as one of the cartoon characters said, there was a third option: doing nothing. And you chose it.

Caitlyn wasn't happy with your choice, staring you down as you took your shoes off.

"You're running away from your problems."

"I'm doing nothing about my problems. There's a difference." You sighed tiredly and put your coat on the clothing rack.

Cait stared you down, frowning, but you didn’t have energy to argue with her, so you went straight for the shower. It didn’t help much with your thoughts, but the weight of your anxiety got smaller.

from: Vi

Abby just apologised to me

You stared at your phone as your feelings flooded your chest - Abby was stubborn but she was good. She was doing what was right, she fucking apologised to Vi, and here you were, too scared to face her. If Abby said sorry she felt guilty, and it meant she was hurting while you were hiding from her. You could wallow in misery all you wanted, but the thought that you were dragging Abby down with you made you feel sick. You loved her too much to let your fears hurt her.

to: Vi

How is she?

from: Vi

She got hit in the face

Three times

so

shitty

The guilt washed over you. For Abby to be this unfocused? It meant she was really worried and upset, and you needed to stop it. Fuck it if you couldn’t confess yet, but you needed to resolve this situation and stop indirectly torturing Abby.

to: Vi

Can we reschedule our lesson tomorrow?

from: Vi

Yeah no problem

You locked your phone and went over to Caitlyn, who was reading.

“I’m going home tomorrow.”

“Thank god.” Caitlyn rolled her eyes.

“She apologised to Vi.”

“Amazing.”

“By the way, can I give Vi your number?”

Caitlyn stopped reading and you noticed her pink blush. It was faint, but after years of friendship you knew what it was - you weren’t surprised, Vi was hot and Caitlyn thought she was smart, so of course your question got a reaction out of her.

“Aren’t you two involved?”

“We’re friends. If it’s a no it’s okay. I can totally see why it’d bother you.”

“It doesn’t bother me. I’m not an idiot, I’ve noticed how she looked at me.” Caitlyn was creepily observant and awfully honest. Thank god she didn’t embarrass Vi right then and there, because Cait was unhinged like that. “Give me her number, I’ll text her myself.”

“Cait, you’re terrifying.” You said honestly. “She is sweet, don’t hurt her.”

Caitlyn stared at you like you were an idiot and you just silently showed her Vi’s number so she could copy it.

Three days. It’s been three days since the fight and Abby was exhausted. She couldn’t even sleep, creeped out by the silence in your apartment, twisting and turning the whole night, and if she fell asleep she dreamt of you - either the fight played out differently (you didn’t leave and Abby confessed) or it was 100 and 1 scenario of your reunion.

But then Abby woke up and you weren’t there. She hated how quiet the place was.

At least Abby could concentrate during her classes, even though she opened her dms every 10 minutes trying to gain courage to text you. Why was it this hard? By the end of the day she chickened out and decided to text you if you wouldn’t be home today too. And for some reason Abby was sure you wouldn’t be home when she’d come from classes today. It seemed like you were still pretty mad at her - oh, that was why she was too afraid to text you. Abby - now calmed down, guilty Abby - was not prepared for your wrath if it was still there. And she’d prefer to have it fall on her in person than over a stupid text.

Abby opened the door to your apartment and froze right in the doorway. She could hear the TV from the living room, she saw the lights faintly lightning the hallway and fuck, there were your shoes.

You were home.

Abby took her shoes and her coat off in record time and stormed to the living room. You were sitting on the couch, your legs under you, and you smiled at her sheepishly, as if you weren’t sure that Abby’d be happy to see you. Abby took a deep breath as her heartbeat went absolutely crazy.

“You’re home.” Abby sighed, still so shocked she thought she was dreaming again, her bag falling from her shoulder to the floor with a thud.

“Hi.” You said in a small voice and Abby couldn’t take anymore - you were there and you were smiling at her and she missed you so fucking much.

Abby almost ran to you, scooping you in her arms as you yelped in surprise - fucking hell Abby was strong to pull you up like that.

“You’re home.” Abby murmured into your neck, breathing you in, the same spice and mint as always. You hugged her shoulders and breathed her in too - you missed her crazy. Abby was solid against you and her hand on the small of your back kept you pressed into her as if she was afraid you’d disappear. You clung to her, as you became aware how much you missed her warmth - how did you survive these three days without Abby?

“I’m sorry, I was so selfish.” You told Abby while she pressed you flush against her.

“God, I’m so sorry too, I didn’t mean a word of what I’ve said to you.” Abby said into your hair, her voice soft and quiet and full of remorse. You hummed, comforted by her arms around you, her blonde hair tickling your nose. Abby smelt like home, like someone who would protect you from anything and whatever she said to you on Saturday didn’t matter anymore.

Abby inhaled your scent and closed her eyes, basking in you. She physically couldn't let you go now when she's got you, knowing now why it felt so good to hold you and not being ashamed or anxious about it. Fuck. To hell with it, Abby's never been a coward.

"I figured my shit out." Abby's voice was steady, but her heart sounded like drums in her ears.

"What do you mean?" And your heart was not any better.

"You told me to figure my shit out. I did. I wasn't angry because you were disturbing me or something." Abby pressed you even closer, grounding herself in your presence. "I was jealous."

It was suddenly hard to breathe and you froze in Abby's arms. Did she mean what you thought she meant? God, please, let it be what you so desperately wanted it to be.

Abby moved away a little so she could look at you, because if Abby would get her heart broken now she at least could get it broken looking into your eyes.

"I like you." Abby breathed out and the wave of painful relief hit her. It was good to let it out, as if someone cut open an aching injury and yeah, she was bleeding, but it felt better.

Your brain fully shut down as your ears rang from her words - was it even real? Was it your Abby or another dream? But it was real, and Abby was looking at you, she was waiting for an answer and your own confession ripped out from your chest before you could stop yourself.

"I like you too." You felt your face heat up for some reason, but the way Abby’s eyes lit up made it all worth it.

Abby's eyes grew wide with surprise just before all her restraints crumbled. She took your face in her hands and did what she was literally dreaming about the past few nights - she kissed you. And everything exploded.

Your hands flew to Abby's face and you kissed her back desperately, pressing into her with all you had. Abby locked her arms around your waist so hard your back arched, she needed you close as badly as you needed her.

Abby never felt like this, like every move of your lips on hers set her alight and the hunger she never had before was suddenly making her greedy and desperate to touch you. As if under a spell, Abby pushed you to the couch until you hit it with the back of your knees and sat down so Abby could press you into the seat as you opened your mouth and let her tongue slip inside, making you both groan. Abby felt high from kissing you, the way you were all soft and gentle under her, but not delicate at all, she wasn’t afraid to hurt you because you were real and solid and your fingers on her neck were warm.

And it wasn't enough for Abby, she needed more, she needed to touch your bare skin - so she pushed her hand under your hoodie, kneading your side. You were warm and soft and your scent was all around her, and it was still not enough. She wanted to hear you make the same noise that you made that night for someone else - she wanted you to sigh and whimper and moan for her, she wanted to-

You pressed on her shoulders and Abby backed off, confused.

"We need to slow down." You panted, looking into Abby’s shiny eyes. She was blushing and panting as well, her hand was still on your naked waist, riding up your hoodie enough for her to see your lower stomach. Abby’s eyes went dark as she flicked her eyes from your face to your stomach and back.

"Yeah."

You both didn't move, staring at each other. Abby didn’t want to stop, she wanted to kiss you and touch you and if someone would move away first it would definitely not be her. And then you kissed Abby again, bringing her as close as possible, giving up on any rational thought in your head. You were weak, so when Abby pushed you down on the couch you happily spread your legs for her, getting wet in your pants from how delicious it felt to be opened like that. Abby’s hands roamed across your sides and your hips, groping and kneading your body as if she couldn’t get enough - and she truly couldn’t, appreciating every soft fold she made, every hard ridge digging into her palm. You sighed into her mouth and Abby just needed to press you down into this couch, moving one of her hands to caress your thigh and pull you closer. You felt dizzy, high on Abby's confident, hungry touch, the perfect balance of gentle and rough, so deliciously Abby. No one could touch you like that, like you were hers, your body and your soul, without a hesitation. Abby took what she wanted and you drank it all up.

Abby kissed your jaw and moved down to your neck, leaving an open mouthed kiss just below your ear and you let out a surprised sigh - and Abby’s brain fucking melted. She left more kisses, all shamelessly open, her hot tongue brushing over your skin just to hear you sigh like that. Abby pushed your thighs up so you could close them around her waist and slipped her hand back under your hoodie, getting dangerously close to your tits. That broke the spell on you, bringing you back to reality.

“Abby, wait.” You asked, not comfortable with how fast it was going. Abby looked up to you, waiting for what you wanted to tell her. “We really need to chill.” You caressed her cheek, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down.

Abby wanted to protest, but the horny fog started leaving her head and she understood how overboard she went just now, jumping you like this the moment you reciprocated her feelings. It was too fast.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Abby chuckled and tried to move away, but you didn’t let her, pressing her back to you.

“Just.. lie down.”

Abby listened to you, her hands still under your hoodie, but now she was just caressing your sides gently with her thumbs, sending goosebumps.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You told her as you stroke her hair.

“I’ve missed you too. The worst three days of my life.”

You laughed quietly.

“How did you figure it out?” You asked, curious. Abby sighed, but you waited.

“Oh man, this is embarrassing. I thought I was homophobic, because I hated that you were bringing girls over. Talked to Ellie, figured out I was homophobic to myself.” Abby laughed, and even though you could see the comedy in her words, you couldn't imagine what she had to go through.

“This is such a mind-fuckery.” You said sympathetically. “It must’ve felt so good to realise that.”

“It was. And then I saw you with Vi and what happened happened.”

“Oh god this is fast. Like, did you even have the time to properly process that?”

“Three days with myself would do.” Abby chuckled and you felt the guilt poking your heart.

“Sorry. I felt like I couldn’t just say sorry and move on without telling you about my feelings. But I was scared.” You admitted and Abby hummed, seeing your point. It must've been more scary for you as you knew what was happening in your head and the time turned your fear into full blown terror.  

"How long have you known?"

"That I like you? Pretty much from the beginning, but I tried really hard to stop it."

Abby laughed and you tilted your head to look at her, not understanding what was so funny.

"Remember when we hung out for the first time? When we watched that horror movie that offended you so much?"

"Yeah?"

"I was very confused why you were so far away from me. I was already into you by that point."

"I can't imagine what kind of mental somersaults you had to do to keep it hidden from yourself." You sighed and hugged her harder. “I’m very happy you’re free of the straight curse.”

Abby snorted and looked up to you, just staring, unashamed - everything about you was perfect.

“You’re so pretty.” God it felt good to say it freely, say it without shame, without broken syllables and mumbling.

You smiled and looked away, flustered, and Abby watched you with fascination - she’s never seen you like this.

“Thanks.” You tried to stop smiling but you couldn’t, and Abby’s curious and teasing gaze just made you smile more. “No, stop it.” You said, playfully stern.

“Nah, I’ll do it even more now. Seeing you crumble like this is even better than kicking your ass in Mortal Kombat.”

“Oh yeah? I still cook your food.” You threatened.

Before Abby could answer her stomach rumbled and you laughed.

“Let’s go eat.”

And everything was back to normal, but it also wasn’t. You chatted, catching up on these days you spent apart, telling each other the last gossip and complaining about classes - that was normal. But now Abby could hug you from behind and steal a kiss, her high making her bold, and you could abandon whatever you had on the stove and wrap your arms around her neck, kissing her back. Because now you didn’t have to hide from each other, second-guessing motives and actions. Now when you ate and talked you could hold hands and smile bashfully at each other, and the teasing could end in millions of short kisses. You finally let yourself hug Abby from behind while she washed the dishes and tell her what was happening with Caitlyn and Vi.  

Later you did your usual cuddle time, and Abby held you in her arms exactly like she wanted to. A few months ago you both sat on that couch - awkward and distant, too afraid of each other - to watch a movie, and now you were lying on it, kissing and cuddling, basking in each other as you gently and innocently explored what was an unattainable dream before, caressing sides and hips and ribs without heat but with a desire to get to know.

Abby swore she started to believe in magic when you touched her.

to: els

(the photo of you and Abby, Abby kissing the top of your head while you lie on top of her with the dopiest, lovesick grin on your face)

from: els

FUCK YEAH

you lucky bitch

You laughed when Abby showed you Ellie's texts and nuzzled into Abby's chest.

"Let's do a sleepover today." Abby said as she kissed your temple.

"Where?"

"In my bed."

[elliesbelle]

hello my loves ♡

⚢ my name is belle

⚢ i’m in my 20s

⚢ i am a brown femme lesbian

⚢ my pronouns are they/them

⚢ currently writing for ellie williams & abby anderson from the last of us, and vi from arcane. i’ll expand my fics to other characters as well in the future! feel free to make suggestions for fics, drabbles, or headcanons!

⚢ you may ask to be on taglists for some of my works, but you can instead follow my taglist blog @belleloves

⚢ minors DNI

⚢ no racists, homophobes, transphobes, antisemites, islamophobes, fatphobes, zionists, etc. allowed near me

⚢ if we're mutuals, you can DM me for my main blog :)

⚢ i have a ko-fi if you like my work so much that you feel compelled to tip me ♡︎

palestine will be free

masterlist

the last of us

ellie williams

⚢ fics:

☼ nobody compares to you: series masterlist

chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7, chapter 8, chapter 9, chapter 10, chapter 11, chapter 12, chapter 13, chapter 14 (work in progress)

☼ almost like we knew: series masterlist

chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7, chapter 8, chapter 9 (hiatus)

☼ the heartbreak trilogy: series masterlist

chapter 1: while i die (based on the conan gray song "heather"), chapter 2: rained on with you (based on the lizzy mcalpine song "ceilings"), chapter 3: eviscerated (based on the muna song "everything")

⚢ one-shots:

☼ already over (based on the sabrina carpenter song)

☼ skinny dipping (based on the sabrina carpenter song)

☼ imagine (a world like that) (based on the ariana grande song “imagine”)

☼ how much i need you (based on the olivia o’brien song “hate u love u”)

☼ between your fingers (based on the olivia rodrigo song “the grudge”)

☼ wish she was you (based on the hinder song “lips of an angel)

⚢ texts conversations:

☼ domestic!gf ellie: part 1 (slightly horny but also fluffy nonsense)

☼ domestic!gf ellie: part 2 (ellie gets anxiety from reader not responding)

☼ domestic!gf ellie: part 3 (ellie and reader spend most of their time texting each other at work, it seems)

☼ college gf dealer!ellie: part 1 (featuring pictures of my cat)

☼ college gf dealer!ellie part 2 (living in an off-campus apartment with ellie)

⚢ headcanons:

☼ what ellie would look for in a partner

☼ ellie with an oblivious girlfriend

☼ ellie with the hots for the babysitter

abby anderson

⚢ one-shots:

☼ what i need (based on the hayley kiyoko song)

⚢ texts conversations:

☼ domestic!gf abby: part 1 (abby's love language is acts of service)

☼ domestic!gf abby: part 2 (pranking abby with taylor swift song lyrics)

⚢ headcanons:

☼ loser!abby around her crush

arcane

vi

⚢ coming soon!

[whatwouldsylwrite]

At least I got you in my head (prologue)

Summary: Abby is straight. And then you move in with her.

Tags: modern au, fem!reader, straight!abby (she is doing some comphet bullshit), pining, idiot in love and it's abby, reader is gay and tired.

A/N: The title is from Sleepover by Hayley Kiyoko, because my motto is if I had to suffer Abby has to suffer too. I also have literally no idea where this is going, but the idea got stuck and I needed to write something. 🙃

Jessica here is Jessica from Jessica Jones. (actually all characters here are fictional women I have a crush on, no name is random)

"Listen, I have a friend, she is looking for a roommate right now." Nora said as she drank her sweet coffee you really wanted to steal after she listened to your complaining. "It's super close to the campus."

"I've seen a porn starting exactly like this."

"I wouldn't call Sherlock Holmes porn." Nora shot back and you rolled your eyes. "Do you want her number or not?"

"Is she, you know?.."

"Painfully straight. Don't worry, you won't end up looking for a place because you decided to date your roommate."

"Okay, yeah, give me her number." 

Okay, Jessica wasn't.. that bad. It was cute in the beginning, you two hit it off immediately, her sarcasm bounced off your wittiness perfectly. You liked how cool and un-fucking-bothered she was, she liked you because you were a little shit. You two had so much tension it was bound to explode one day, and it did: you got drunk at home, played some have i never and then fucked for two days straight. Jess was cool, and Jess really didn't like to give any kind of clarity on where you stood even when you asked her to her face. She'd just say she liked you and that was it, and even though it really pissed you off, you didn't press further - Jess was cool, but she wasn't sweet enough to fall in love with. It was getting annoying as she grew more territorial about you, always putting her arms around you in public, which was cute until she started asking about Nora and getting angry when you were with her. 

That was when you decided to tap out and move out - the red flag was fucking screaming in your face. You quickly informed Jessica about it, to which she just flipped you, and you left, not dealing with her shit. And now you were homeless, and the term was starting and you really didn't want any drama. 

So a painfully straight girl would be fucking perfect for a roommate.

to: potential roommate

Hi! I'm (y/n), Nora gave me your number

She said you're looking for a roommate?

from: potential roommate

Hi! I am

Do you smoke?

to: potential roommate

No

from: potential roommate

That's the address

If you can, come tomorrow after six

to: potential roommate

Ok

The place was actually close to the campus and not "beautiful place to have peaceful study sessions. 20 minutes by public transport". You weren't sure if you'd be able to afford it, but it was worth a try anyway, you were tired of sleeping on your friends' couches. The apartment building was on a quiet street, but you knew that this street had a bunch of bars where students spent their time.

It was another win, and it made you want to afford this place even more. You reread the message and got up to apartment 42. 

You rang the bell and waited for the girl to open the door. 

And then she did.

And then you died. 

Tall, muscular, shoulders and arms so defined you felt your mouth going slack. She had freckles on her face, pretty blue eyes with long lashes, stubborn mouth and a long braid. 

Oh no fucking way this absolute lesbian wet dream was straight. Nora set you the fuck up here, you were sure of it. 

"Hi, I'm Abby. You're (y/n)?" She said in a nice melodic voice that had just an edge of something dark and warm, and you woke up.

"Yeah." You squealed, still so shocked and so attracted to her it was getting painful. 

She was painfully straight? Well, you were painfully gay for her right now. 

"Cool, come in."

Oh god. 

Oh god.

She had the ass. Oh what a good day to be a lesbian, you thought, but you politely looked away, feeling like a creep for staring at her. 

It gave you time to look around: the place wasn't too big, but it was cosy and clean, clearly looked after. That was a good sign - Jess was tidy, but she smoked and the whole place just stank of it, her cigarette buds were everywhere. Abby seemed sporty, probably obsessed with her food, but you didn't mind. 

"Do you play sports?"

"MMA." 

Oh for fuck's sake, you groaned inside. How could she be so stereotypically gay and be straight? Well, of course she could, looks and hobbies weren't indicators of someone's sexuality, but it was pretty fucking ironic to you. 

The kitchen was small and tidy, everything in its place and a cute towel hanging from the oven handle. It gave you a 1950s housewife vibe, but it was cute. The living room was more chaotic, pillows and blankets everywhere: on the couch, on the floor, behind the couch (???), big tv and playstation next to the wall with a bunch of games next to them. Likes games, you noted, really feeling like a Sherlock Holmes and laughing at yourself for comparing your basic observation to the fictional genius. 

"Sorry, I didn't have time to figure out this mess." Abby said and rubbed her neck and you had to clench your fists to stop feeling so attracted to her. 

"It's cosy, not a mess." You chuckled. "My previous roommate left bottles instead of pillows."

"God." Abby scrunched her nose in disgust. "Okay, so there's two bedrooms, one is mine and the other one can be yours and if you promise to pay rent on time and not leave your laundry in the washing machine."

"Yeah, that won't be a problem.” You hesitated before speaking up, but you needed her to know you weren’t straight. “I'm a lesbian, by the way. Just in case you have a problem with it."  

"Oh, I don't, it's totally cool." Abby smiled and you smiled back, relieved. Sometimes straight girls got wrong ideas and you wanted to get it out of the way now. You could deal with how attractive Abby was, but could she deal with you finding her attractive - that was a different question. 

You talked about the price for the place, which wasn't too high, but you might want to find more students to tutor if you wanted to not worry about splitting your budget too much. 

You left Abby’s place feeling relieved - you got a place to live in a good location and a roommate who, yeah, was super attractive, but she was straight, and that meant no relationship drama. 

Fuck you, Jess - you thought as you made your way to Cait’s place - I won’t fall for the girl this time.

[usoinked]

🥀Metal and Roses🌸

Summary: Rhea Ripley and Tiffany Stratton couldn’t be any more different. There was a tough, dark-haired Aussie with an edge, exudes raw strength and had a no-nonsense attitude. Then there was a blonde beauty with a glamorous, spoiled persona, lived for the spotlight and wasn’t afraid to show it. The two women clashed from the moment they crossed paths with their contrasting personalities and aesthetics making it seem like they could never coexist. But when night of unexpected chemistry forces them to face their differences—we start to see what may lie beneath the surface of both of them 👀🥀🌸

CW: Smut, Explicit Language, Sexual Tension, 18+ MDNI

Enjoy! 😈🖤

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As she stared into the mirror, she remembered that Rhea was supposed to be coming over soon. The two of them had to go over their plans for tomorrow night on Raw, considering they were now a tag team, set to face Liv Morgan and Raquel Rodríguez. Tiffany was still fuming from Friday—Liv had attacked her from behind, all because Tiffany had taken her sweet time deciding who she would crash the next Pay-Per-View with. Liv thought it would be cute to get a little revenge, so she asked Adam Pearce for a match against Tiffany. But, of course, Liv needed a partner for the match. And who else could stand to have issues with Liv more than Rhea Ripley? That’s how they ended up here.

Tiffany finished slipping her Dior jacket on, just as a knock echoed at the door. She hesitated for a second, already knowing who it was. She got up, walking over and opening the door with a quick flick of her wrist. “Well, this is a surprise. I didn’t think you’d actually bother to show up,” Tiffany teased, putting her hands on her hips.

Rhea gave a sarcastic roll of her eyes, propping herself up with one arm against the door, an annoyed look painted on her face, though she forced a brief, fake smile. “Guess you don’t know me as well as you think, princess.” She lifted her chin slightly. “This won’t take long. Can I come in or not?”

Tiffany stepped aside, letting Rhea into the room, closing the door behind her. “Since we’re partners now for this tag match, I think we should go over some strategy—” Tiffany started, but was quickly cut off by Rhea, who shot her a sharp look, holding up a finger.

Rhea’s voice was firm as she shook her head. “Listen, sweetheart, I don’t follow rules, and I sure as hell don’t need your help to take out Liv and Raquel. The way we’re gonna win this match is by you staying out of my way, and letting me do what I do best—rip Liv and Raquel to pieces.”

Tiffany raised an eyebrow, arms crossing over her chest. “That’s not how a team works. You’re not doing this alone y’know. Liv attacked me on Smackdown too, and I want to get my hands on her just as much as you do. I might not be the muscle here, but I’m Ms. Money in the Bank for a reason, so you don’t get to tell me what to do. If you want to take down Liv and Raquel, we’re doing it together. That’s why we’re tag partners, hello?”

Rhea clicked her tongue, a smirk forming on her lips. “I don’t need you to help me, Tiffany. Your job is to stay on the sidelines, play with those curls of yours, and look pretty while I handle business in the ring. That’s it.”

Tiffany couldn’t help but grin, enjoying the fact that Rhea had acknowledged her looks. “First off, thanks for the compliment,” she said with a wink. “But second off? Rude.” She pouted dramatically, arms still crossed. “I know I’m pretty, but that’s exactly why you need me. Hello? How else are you gonna get the prettiest moonsault ever if I’m not there. I’m known for that by the way.” She bragged.

Rhea rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop herself from letting out a quiet laugh. There was something about Tiffany’s cocky yet playful energy that amused her. She wasn’t sure how, but the blonde had a way of making her smile—even if it was against her will.

Tiffany shot her a sly grin, her eyes glimmering with a challenge. “Trust me, you need me more than you think. That’s why we need to go over strategy for this match.” She said before walking over to the bed and sitting down crossing her legs. “Come on, we can’t win if you just stand there.”

Rhea just looked at Tiffany a moment before pinching the bridges of her nose reluctantly sitting down. “Fine, make it quick.”

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In the ring, Rhea gripped Liv by her hair, a wicked grin on her face as she slammed her into the mat causing Liv to let out a cry. “Aww, Liv, cry me a river,” she taunted, watching as Liv flailed on the mat.

Tiffany, eager to get into the match, bounced on the apron, hands outstretched. “Tag me in!” she shouted, her voice full of anticipation. Rhea glanced at her briefly, but she was too focused on keeping Liv under control. Finally, with a sigh of exasperation, Rhea reached over and slapped Tiffany’s hand, tagging her into the match.

Tiffany entered with a burst of energy, immediately going after Liv. But just as she was getting into her rhythm, Liv immediately crawled over to Raquel who then tagged herself in. The powerhouse slowly entered the ring before her and Tiffany circled each other a few times before charging at the blonde, throwing her weight into a brutal shoulder block that sent Tiffany stumbling back.

Raquel wasn’t about to give Tiffany a moment to breathe. She threw a series of punishing strikes, forcing Tiffany into the corner. Tiffany tried to fight back, landing a quick kick to Raquel’s midsection, but Raquel was relentless, lifting her up and slamming her back into the turnbuckles with a devastating Irish whip.

Tiffany staggered, trying to regain her footing, but Raquel was already on her, catching her with a big clothesline that instantly took her off her feet. Tiffany groaned in pain as Raquel’s strength was overwhelming.

“Tiff! Get up!” Rhea shouted as she slammed her foot down on the steel steps.

She struggled before shouting back, “I’m trying!” as she gave Raquel a massive kick to the mid section as the woman attempted to pick her up, trying to buy herself some time before she was ultimately struck in the face sending her back down to the mat.

The match was greuling, Rhea was tagged back in eventually but not before witnessing Tiffany go through a cruel state of affairs with Raquel. By this time though, Liv was tagged back in as well and Rhea took her opportunity to implement her favorite strategy of them all. Brutality of course.

As Rhea dominated Liv in the ring, her strength overwhelming her opponent, she finally hit a successful Riptide, planting Liv hard on the mat. Just as Rhea was about to go for the three-count, Raquel, who had been outside the ring, slid back in and broke up the pin with a brutal kick to Rhea’s back.

The referee immediately signaled for Raquel to return to her corner, but the damage had already been done. Tiffany, having regained her composure after a brief break, slid into the ring, charging at Raquel and delivering a devastating dropkick that sent her flying out of the ring.

With Raquel temporarily taken out of the equation, Tiffany didn’t hesitate. She hopped onto the second rope, then quickly ascended to the top, launching herself into the air and connecting with a picture-perfect moonsault onto Liv, who was still reeling from Rhea’s earlier assault. Tiffany quickly rolled out of the way, landing on her feet as Liv remained sprawled on the mat.

With Liv unable to recover in time, Rhea wasted no time going for the pretzel pin as the referee slid into position, counting—one, two, three.

The bell rang, signaling the win for Rhea and Tiffany as Rhea’s theme roared in the background. As the crowd erupted in cheers, the two women exchanged a long glance, their tension momentarily forgotten as they stood victorious in the ring.

“You actually didn’t get yourself pinned, princess,” Rhea muttered, walking toward Tiffany, who was staring as she stood up holding her stomach. Tiffany took a long look at Liv remembering that she had her briefcase, with Raquel out of the ring, her mind had an impulsive thought. She ignored Rhea’s comment actually leaving the ring making her way to the time keepers area grabbing her briefcase staring at it longingly before looking back up at Rhea who looked completely serious.

“Don’t you even think about it. You cash that in and Liv and Raquel will be the least of your worries, you’ll have me to deal with.”

“You don’t tell me what to do, I can cash this in when I want and wherever I want” she shot back before clutching onto her pink briefcase and starting to walk away from Rhea but still holding eye contact.

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Tiffany had slipped back into her hotel room, her hair styled in an elegant curled bun. Yet, no matter how hard she tried to shake it off, her mind kept drifting back to Rhea and the ominous threat she’d made. Hmph, we’ll see about that. Just then, a loud knock at the door jolted her back to reality, making her jump slightly. With a mix of annoyance and curiosity, she opened the door wide. “Can you knock any harder?”

Rhea stood there with a cunning smile. “I can do a lot of things harder, want an example?”

Tiffany scoffed. “No, what I want is an explanation for why you’re even here. We don’t have anything left to discuss, and we won, so shouldn’t you be happy or celebrating?”

“This is my happy face,” Rhea shot back, her grin fading into a fierce glare. “But I’m here to warn you. We may have been partners tonight, but make no mistake—you’re still my enemy because of that.” She gestured toward the pink briefcase sitting on the hotel desk. “My business with Liv Morgan has turned personal. I'd hate for you to interfere because you’re really beautiful, and if you want to keep your face that way, I suggest you turn your attention to Nia Jax instead.”

“Excuse me? While I appreciate the compliment, you don’t get to tell me what to do. As Ms. Money in the Bank, I do whatever I want and when I want. I don’t need your permission. I made my point with Liv in that tag match, but we both know she isn't finished with either of us. If you can’t take the title from her before I do, that’s just not my problem. Toodles!” Tiffany retorted, attempting to close the door.

Not having any of that, Rhea blocked the door and forcibly stepped inside, slamming it shut and pinning Tiffany against it. “Listen, princess. You can either go back to your Queen looking like the beauty you are, or I can send you back to Smackdown the Rhea Ripley way,” she said, a dangerous but tantalizing smile flashing across her lips.

While the situation had taken a turn for the intense, Tiffany couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and something else entirely. Rhea did look undeniably hot when she was angry. Wait—what am I thinking? This is Rhea Bloody Ripley pinning me against my own hotel room door!

“Attacking me won’t get you anywhere; I’ll still be Ms. Money in the Bank. And if Nia finds out you’re the one behind this, you'll suddenly have four enemies—Liv, Raquel, Nia, and me,” she shot back, a smirk playing on her lips, sensing that she might have turned the tables just a bit.

Rhea’s eyes narrowed slightly, and for a fleeting moment, the tension shared between them crackled in the air. “You really think you can intimidate me sweetheart?” she challenged, her voice low and teasing, an insinuation hanging between them as the corners of her lips curled upward into a smile.

Tiffany held Rhea’s gaze, despite her heart pounding. “I’m not trying to intimidate you, I’m just making it clear that I’m not backing down from you…..and I do like a challenge,” she replied, daringly.

“Good,” Rhea said, leaning in closer, their faces mere inches apart. “Because I’d hate to see such beauty go to waste.”

The air was thick with unspoken words and shared defiance. Each heartbeat felt amplified, sending an electric thrill through Tiffany.

She could hardly believe the intensity swirling between them as she was pressed against the door, Rhea’s body looming close, the heat radiating off her skin igniting a series of butterflies in her stomach. The atmosphere was charged, electric, and every breath she took felt heavy with possibility.

“What are you doing?” She managed to breathe out not even knowing why she even asked such a question when there was a very obvious answer.

“If you don’t like it, stop me.” she said, her voice thick with anticipation. There was a challenging glint in her eyes, one that dared Tiffany to back down. But she didn’t. And with that, Rhea reached forward, her hand finding the back of Tiffany’s neck, pulling her in closer as their lips crashed together. The kiss was fierce and unyielding, a mix of passion and urgency that told both women they had been waiting for this moment—fighting against it only to find it irresistible when finally faced with their desires.

The warmth of Rhea's body enveloped her, heightening Tiffany's awareness. Rhea’s lips moved skillfully against hers, igniting a fire deep within as she deepened the kiss, the pressure of their bodies against the door drawing a soft moan from Tiffany’s throat. Rhea’s grip tightened, fingers weaving into Tiffany’s hair, pulling her even closer.

Tiffany responded in kind, her hands dancing across Rhea’s broad shoulders, tasting the intoxicating mix of adrenaline and desire. Rhea felt the same way the blonde did, the taste of bubblegum on her drove Rhea near the point of insanity. She pushed forward, her body craving more, and pressed Rhea back until the other woman stumbled slightly, only for a moment, before righting herself, the playful challenge still gleaming in her eyes.

“Feisty, aren’t you?” Rhea teased, her voice low and sultry as she captured Tiffany’s gaze.

“Only for the right person,” came Tiffany’s breathless reply, feeling emboldened as she slid her hand down Rhea’s arm, feeling the muscle and strength there, before resting her palm on Rhea’s chest.

Rhea's expression shifted, desire etched across her features as she leaned in again, their lips colliding hotly. Tiffany's heart raced as she felt Rhea's hands sweep around her waist, pulling her against the other woman. There was something intoxicating about the danger of their situation, the exhilarating rush of feeling every inch of Rhea’s body pressed against her own.

As their tongues danced, Rhea began to take charge, guiding Tiffany backward until her back hit the edge of the bed. Tiffany gasped but didn’t resist as Rhea pushed her down onto the soft surface, their chemistry crackling with every shared breath.

“Still want to keep going princess?” Rhea asked, her voice a whisper, just above the seductive tension in the air.

“Have I asked you to stop once?” Tiffany replied, her breath quickening with anticipation. Her daring challenge seemed to ignite something primal in Rhea, her expression darkening with desire.

With a swift movement, Rhea hovered over Tiffany, her hands trailing down Tiffany’s sides, leaving a path of warmth in their wake. “You have no idea what you’re in for” Rhea murmured, before crashing their lips together again, her body pressing further against Tiffany, settling between her thighs.

The electric sensation drove Tiffany wild as Rhea’s kisses journeyed down her neck, trailing towards her collarbone. Tiffany arched her back, her body responding eagerly to Rhea’s every touch as she felt Rhea’s skilled hands explore her curves, tugging at the hem of her top.

“Do you want me to take this off?” Rhea asked, gaze flickering up to meet Tiffany’s, seeking permission mixed with playful mischief.

“Only if you promise to show me everything that comes next,” Tiffany pleaded, her heart hammering in her chest.

The intoxicating blend of dominance and submission flowed between them, feeding the fire that burned bright in the chamber. The lines of wrestling both seemingly erased, they were just two women driven by desire, wanting nothing more than to unleash the passion they’d kept hidden until now.

With a wicked grin, Rhea complied, lifting Tiffany's top over her head and tossing it aside, leaving Tiffany feeling exposed yet deliciously free. Rhea took a moment to appreciate the view, her eyes roaming over Tiffany’s body as if committing every detail to memory.

It was a wild, electrifying dance—one that neither was willing to stop as they pushed deeper into the game, teasing and taunting each other in the elaborate choreography of desire. As Rhea continued to explore and possess, Tiffany surrendered completely, ready to embrace every moment.

“Beautiful,” Rhea murmured before dragging her tongue slowly over one of Tiffany’s breasts before letting her tongue ring glide over one of her nipples being sure to take her time relishing in the soft gasps the blonde made. Tiffany slowly spread her legs slightly before gently reaching up and taking a handful of Rhea’s jet black hair into her hands.

The Aussie took that as a hefty invitation before licking over the girls bud once more before fully taking it into her mouth. The only thing that was on Tiffany by this point was her pink thongs that was covering the one thing that would expose her completely. The blonde squirmed in anticipation slightly before Rhea looked up at her smirking seeing how needy she was.

“Someone’s impatient” she said before kissing a path down Tiffany’s torso, eliciting gasps of pleasure from Tiffany, each touch igniting a heat that had been buried under layers of rivalry for far too long. She took the strings of the blonde’s thongs into her teeth before dragging them down to Tiffany’s ankles before sliding them off with ease fully leaving her exposed.

“What’s your safe word princess?” Rhea asked having the most devious smirk in the world on her face. Tiffany glanced down at Rhea’s septum piercing before speaking again. “Uh…Metal?” Rhea could only let out a dark chuckle before raising up the blonde’s legs hoisting them over her shoulders before dragging her tongue slowly through the girls folds causing a soft gasp to erupt from her lips.

Tiffany was tough for sure despite all of that makeup and how obsessed she was with the color pink. But right now, she was currently obsessed with Rhea Ripley who was between her legs. The moans that filled the room was something that Rhea could get use to all day, her voice might’ve been annoying but those moans were everything but that.

“Mmm! S-Shit!” The blonde cried out as she dug her nails deeper into Rhea’s scalp, her legs beginning tremble around the Aussie. She bucked her hips but Rhea’s gaze turned cold as she placed her hand on her lower stomach not only pushing her hips down but making the knot that would slowly come together feel more intense.

Rhea began to twist her tongue in ways Tiffany wasn’t prepared for at all because the moment her tongue ring rolled over the blonde’s clit, that drove her crazy. Sure, Tiffany looked good when she hit Liv with the prettiest moonsault ever in the ring, but she looked fucking perfect being at Rhea’s mercy and squirming around knowing she could go nowhere. The Aussie plunged her tongue deeper as Tiffany began to damn near scream.

Damn. It made sense why Rhea kept sticking her tongue out like that during her entrances or even after giving someone the beating of their life. She sure as hell knew how to use it. Tiffany could forget about the fact that she may freeze up when Rhea comes around after this, later on. Right now she was too busy having the eradicator’s face in between her legs. “R-Right there! Right there! I-I’m gonna c-cum, don’t stop!” She begged doing her best to try and buck her hips but Rhea still wasn’t having any of it. With another slow drag of Rhea’s tongue over her clit, Tiffany threw her head back in between the pillows before letting her toes curl completely as her orgasm hit her like a truck. Her body jolted violently as she gasps for air and rode out her high while her hand was still entangled in Rhea’s hair.

Rhea rolled her tongue over the girl’s clit a few more times loving the jolt of the blondes body before slowly pulling away and crawling back up towards Tiffany before cupping her cheek and engaging in a passionate make out session letting the blonde taste herself in the process. She tasted similar to peaches which was extremely addicting and Rhea couldn’t get enough of it. “You taste just as good as you look” she muttered as she pulled away. Just as she finished though she was caught off guard as Tiffany flipped them both over where she was on top much to Rhea’s surprise.

“You didn’t think you were just gonna make me scream like that and I not at least get a little pay back? You can’t just get away with that” she complained before beginning to remove Rhea’s shirt and matching pajama pants revealing the fact that she had nothing underneath. “You came over here with intentions didn’t you?”

Rhea only offered a devious smirk before speaking. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Tiffany huffed in response before taking in the image of Rhea’s tattoos everywhere. As much as she argued with Rhea, she couldn’t deny that this woman was a piece of fucking artwork. Her skin was so soft and Tiffany couldn’t keep her lips off it. The blonde wasted no time planting kisses on Rhea’s inner thighs before licking over Rhea’s clit agonizingly slow keeping eye contact with the Aussie the entire time.

Rhea’s breath hitched as she stared at Tiffany before letting out a soft gasp the moment Tiffany took her pierced nipples in between her fingers. Rhea raised her legs slightly giving Tiffany more room before she took one of her hands and layered it on top of Tiffany’s forcing it away from her left nipple. Her black nails combined with Tiffany’s rose colored ones as they intertwined together connecting in this intense moment even further.

Tiffany licked over Rhea’s clit once more before suddenly attaching her mouth to it like it was a moth drawn to a flame. The blonde didn’t let up letting her tongue swirl and curl every way it could against her clit and her folds shocking Rhea and sending her head back just momentarily.

The soft moans Rhea once had began to turn into cries as she wrapped her other hand around Tiffany’s blonde hair not caring that she was currently making the bun even messier than it already was. Tiffany could scold her for it later, right now she needed the tightness welling up in her stomach to be released. The Aussie bucked her hips against the blondes face and it seemed that Tiffany didn’t mind at all because she was completely glued between Rhea’s legs to the point where she could stay there for as long as she wanted. “F-Fuck! H-Hnngh!” She let out a slew of curses as she felt her orgasm building. “D-Don’t stop princess” she said gripping onto the girl’s bun roughly by this point due to feeling herself getting close and closer to the edge of coming undone.

The low hum Tiffany let out due to the slight bit of sweetness Rhea had to her was enough to cause her to test the waters and plunge her tongue deeper into the woman before her.

SNAP. The knot inside of Rhea became undone immediately as her moans became delayed. Her body jolted with pleasure as her legs trembled before she let out a long exasperated moan and started rolling her hips to drag out her high.

Tiffany crawled back on top of Rhea before they got into another heated tongue battle, returning the same favor earlier letting Rhea taste herself in the process. As she slowly pulled away, Tiffany felt Rhea tug on some of her locks which made the corners of her lips turn upward.

“So Rhea, still think my voice is annoying?”

Rhea rolled her eyes a bit. “If you keep using it to do more of that and less talking, I might consider taking it back.” She said before getting up and heading to the bathroom to turn on the shower. The blonde followed close behind figuring that it would be better if they showered together anyway considering the events that just took place. 😏

After the intensity of the night and a nice warm shower to accompany it, the two of them found themselves lying side by side in Tiffany’s hotel bed, the soft hum of the city outside and the TV inside barely audible. Rhea stretched out beside Tiffany, her body still warm from the closeness, and pulled the blanket over them both.

Tiffany shifted closer, resting her head on Rhea’s shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest. Rhea wrapped an arm around her, holding her close as Tiffany nestled against her side. The silence between them was peaceful and comfortable.

“You’re not…so bad” Tiffany whispered, her voice soft, teasing just a little.

Rhea chuckled, her fingers gently brushing through Tiffany’s hair. “I could say the same about you beautiful” she replied, her voice low and full of affection.

Tiffany let out a content sigh, her hand resting over Rhea’s, their fingers intertwining naturally. “You’re actually staying?” she murmured.

Rhea smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to Tiffany’s forehead before letting her gaze meet the blonde’s. “After what happened tonight, why wouldn’t I?”

Tiffany’s lips curled into a soft smile as she gazed up at Rhea, her chest still rising and falling in the comfort of the moment. “You seem like the type to leave afterwards.” She shrugged.

Rhea’s smile deepened, her fingers gently tracing the back of Tiffany’s hand. “When something feels this good, you don’t walk away.” she said, her tone steady and reassuring before leaning down and pressing another soft kiss to Tiffany’s forehead before resting her head beside hers.

And with that, the two of them drifted off to sleep, tangled in each other’s warmth, the outside world fading away as they shared a quiet, perfect moment 🖤

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Note: Hi! I hope y’all enjoyed this and I’m sorry if the smut wasn’t that good! I was getting super flustered while writing it 😅😀

Another Note: Also I didn’t proofread this fully so I’m sorry if there’s any errors 😭

[kamaluhkhan]

if it's real, if it's sweet

pairing: shuri x fem!reader

summary: you and shuri are pretty much living in domestic bliss, until a double date leads to a revelation about your relationship. your reconciliation involves you fucking shuri like no other girl has before and giving shuri the best orgasm(s) of her life (and vice versa). let's just say....the two of you live happily ever after <3

warnings: fluff, angst (reader and shuri have an argument), and smut!! mostly sub!shuri, oral (reader and shuri receiving), spitting, squirting, strap-on, tribbing...enjoy :)

song inspo: "cherry" by FLETCHER and hayley kiyoko

a/n: hello! this fic is kind of a part 2 of my first fic i'm not wanting anything (but your loving, your body, and a little bit of your brain) but not much context is needed. there is a lot of plot and smut is mostly at the end. this is set between endgame and wakanda forever. i might do a part 3 that would be very angsty, so stay tuned. also if you're wondering my fancast for harry osborn it's jonathan daviss and for peter parker it's nico hiraga (sorry tom holland!)

"fuck, shuri," you moaned as her tongue touched your folds. "we don't have time for this...."

you had class in an hour and shuri had to get to work, but the combination of the hot water hitting your skin and shuri's tongue in your cunt was something you did not want to give up just yet - even if you didn't want to admit it.

"usana," shuri scolded, looking up at you innocently, as if she wasn't the one who decided to push you against the shower wall and get on her knees in front of you. "it was your idea to shower together this morning."

"well, sorry for wanting to save water," you breathed, your grip tightening on her curls. "the planet is dying."

shuri pulled away from you once more, lips shining with your slick. "well, i didn't realize you cared so much about the environment. if that's all this is...." she got up to her feet and turned off the water. "we better get going, pretty girl."

you whined at the loss of contact and clenched your thighs together at the nickname, something that did not go unnoticed by shuri. shuri ran her tongue across her bottom lip before leaning forward to kiss you, your back pushed against the cool tile and the taste of you faint on her tongue.

hearing your alarm go off reminded you that there were other responsibilities you each had to attend to. reluctantly, the two of you dried off and made your way to your (shared) bedroom. you put on a matching bright orange boyshort / bralette combo before slipping on some jeans and an orange cropped sweater, and moving on to your makeup.

as you got ready, you watched in the mirror as shuri looked in the closet for something to wear, currently only dressed in black briefs and a sports bra. once she picked out an outfit, her eyes caught yours in the mirror.

"what?" she asked, slipping on a white mesh top.

you smiled, swiping on some orange eyeshadow (shuri might have been the princess of wakanda, but you were the queen of coordination). even though shuri was moving in at the end of the month -- she needed to go tie up some loose ends in wakanda before coming to live in new york long term -- you loved how comfortably she already fit into your life here. you loved seeing her clothes in your closet, the lava lamp she spotted at a thrift store on the corner of the desk, the photobooth strip of the two of you at a surprise birthday party you'd thrown her last weekend (everyone had a great time and danced and drank until late....needless to say you and shuri showed up very hungover to pepper potts' baby shower the next morning). you loved how you could smell your papaya body wash on her skin. you loved waking up with her arm around your waist, how she mumbled in her sleep about calculations she needed to get done. you loved how she took the subway with you to class, how she visited you at work when you had a slow shift. the two of you had been together for a few years, but your lives had never been this intertwined.

"nothing," you finally responded, finishing with a layer of mango lip gloss on your lips. "don't forget we have that double date tonight."

shuri groaned. "do we have to?"

you didn't particularly want to have dinner with your roommate and his (somewhat) pretentious boyfriend either, but peter parker has been your best friend and partner in crime-fighting for years as well. you owed it to him to give harry osborn a chance.

"if harry's spending more time with pete, it means he'll be spending more time here, so it's probably best that we all get along," you reasoned. you walked over to where shuri was examining her outfit in the full length mirror and wrapped your arms around her waist. she leaned back into your chest, sighing. "please?" you trailed kisses down her neck for good measure.

"fine, i'll do it."

"amazing!" you planted one last kiss on the corner of her mouth before pulling away and gathering your things for class. "the dinner's at 7, but we should probably come back here to change into something nicer. maybe we can meet here and walk over together?"

shuri nodded just as another alarm went off from your phone. "how many alarms do you have?"

"too many, as necessary as they may be," you declared brightly, pressing the cancel button and kissing shuri one last time. you pulled away and she groaned, taking the opportunity to move your shirt slightly and leave bites on your exposed collarbone. you checked the time on your phone.

maybe you could spare a little more time.

the double date was at some fancy italian restaurant in the upper west side. you each ordered pasta dishes and harry ordered a bottle of red wine for the table. the wine came quickly, but given how busy the restaurant was, you anticipated your food would take longer. meanwhile, the conversation flowed naturally from awkward small talk about the weather, to current tv show obsessions (you and shuri were bingeing project runway), to work at oscorp (where you, peter, and harry were interns), and finally to college classes. that's how you found yourself ranting about the lecture in your molecular engineering class from that afternoon.

"i mean no offense to tony - loved the guy - but i know for a fact that my super smart sexy girlfriend cracked that technology years before he did," you declared. "so the fact that my professor -- this white woman, by the way -- uplifts stark tech as the beacon of the future is total bullshit."

"that is total bullshit," harry agreed. "colonizers gonna colonize, i guess."

shuri laughed, a sound you would never get tired of hearing. she had her right arm casually draped across the back of your chair as she held her glass in her left hand, taking occasional sips.

"i mean most of the avengers use nanotech now, right?" harry was directing his question at you, since to his knowledge you were the only avenger at the table, but peter seemed to have forgot that he had a secret identity.

"most of us, yeah," peter answered. you nudged his foot under the table. "ow!" he exclaimed, but once he looked at you, he realized his slip up. "most of them," he corrected, chuckling awkwardly and avoiding harry's gaze. "at least that's what i can gather from my stark internship."

it took a lot in you to not roll your eyes at the fact that peter was still using the 'stark internship' excuse, but harry seemed to buy it.

"anyways, y/n, finish your story," peter suggested.

"well, that's basically what i said in class," you explained.

"that your super smart sexy girlfriend cracked nanotechnology years before tony stark?" shuri wondered.

you shrugged. "pretty much. i also said something about colonizers, but i forget what exactly."

shuri grinned. "that's my girl," she leaned over to plant a kiss on your cheek.

a few waiters came over to bring plates full of pasta, and you all thanked them. your stomach grumbled at the delicious smell, a reminder that you had barely eating all day in between classes. you were so ready to dig in to some quality fettucine alfredo.

"you guys really are a power couple," harry pointed out, gesturing between you and shuri as you started to eat. "how long have you two been together?"

you swallowed a mouthful of pasta. "well, we met right after the avengers split up because of the sokovia accords," you started, clearing your throat. it certainly wasn't your favorite time of your life, but something good obviously did come from that time. if none of it happened, you might not have gotten together with shuri.

"steve dropped me off in wakanda -- i was freshly 18 and he was worried what would happen to me if i went back to new york. so, i stayed there for a while and that's how i met this one." you nudged shuri playfully with your elbow, and she moved a hand under the table to squeeze your upper thigh. "she showed me around, we worked in the lab together and we were friends for a while, of course, but our first non-platonic date was the night before i left wakanda. she brought be up to the top of mount bashenga, we shared a bottle of mango soju that t'challa brought back from korea and then we...." you trailed off, not wanting to necessarily go into the physical details of your first time together. "long story short, we've been girlfriends ever since."

"well, that wasn't our first official date, though," shuri said, taking a sip of her wine.

"oh?" you tilted your head, wondering if your memory was off. but, no, you were sure. it was the night before you left wakanda - it couldn't have been before and it couldn't have been later. your entire relationship had been long distance until recently.

"i visited you in the fall," shuri recounted. "you took me to magnolia bakery to get that banana pudding, we walked around central park, and then we slept together in your dorm while your roommate was at a frat party - that was when we became exclusive."

you chewed slowly, ingesting her words. "that was a few months after i left wakanda though." shuri nodded. "we were already together."

"yeah," shuri agreed. "but weren't exclusive."

"okay, you keep saying that word." at this point, you had completely forgotten your dinner and your double date. "what does that mean, though?"

"like, we were seeing other people," shuri stated casually. she was still eating her pasta, and you grabbed the fork out of her hand. "i wasn't finished with that."

"so you were sleeping with other people? while we were together?"

"well...yeah."

peter's mouth practically dropped to the floor, and harry almost choked on a piece of penne.

you, on the other hand, were silent, frozen. it shouldn't have been that big of a deal - maybe you would have agreed to do the whole friends with benefits thing - but you and shuri clearly hadn't been on the same page. you fell for her, hard and fast, but it didn't seem like she would say the same for you. and you were sure that you'd had the are we exclusive? conversation before you parted ways.

suddenly, your avengers buzzer (an addition made at the request of carol danvers - she swore by them) went off.

harry cleared his throat. "avengers business?"

"yeah," you replied, dropping shuri's fork back in her plate. you glanced at peter, who just shook his head slightly. he would have to sit this one out. "i have to go."

shuri started to call out your name, but you were already out the door.

when you got home later that night, shuri was still up, sitting in the living room with one lamp on. she hadn't changed from dinner, still wearing her patterned suit, but had unbuttoned the top even more. she looked way too good, and if you weren't currently frustrated at her, you would have suggested going to the bedroom right away.

"peter is sleeping at harry's."

"okay," you replied crisply.

you walked to your bedroom and removed your supersuit, looking for some comfortable clothes to wear. your entire body ached, your head throbbing.

"are we going to talk about it, or are you just going to shut me out?"

you groaned, way too exhausted after dealing with a flying green goblin terrorizing midtown. you didn't want to have to deal with this right now. searching through your drawers, you eventually found some sleep shorts and the i <3 wakanda t-shirt shuri had gotten you as a joke.

"i'm tired, shuri." you sat on the bed and started rubbing some lavender body butter on your arms and legs.

"no, you're angry," shuri countered, leaning against the doorframe and watching you go through your nightly ritual.

"can't i be both?" you got up, took off your bra, and slipped on your shorts. you turned to shuri just in time to watch her stare at your bare chest before you finally put on your t-shirt.

"look, you have nothing to be angry about. those first few months, we were keeping it casual, yeah? we were -- how do you americans call it -- friends with benefit."

the way she stated it as though she was explaining scientific theories, the way she was being so casual now like you were overreacting, sent a wave of frustration through your body.

"you can't be fucking serious right now!"

"i don't understand why this is such a big deal! it was years ago!"

you scoffed. "i thought that what we had was real from the start, okay? friends with benefits only works when there are no strings attached, and i remember us very clearly having strings attached. there's no way i would have - i don't know - been so vulnerable with you if i thought it was just sex."

"that's the friend part," shuri continued matter-of-factly. she finally walked into the room, removing her suit jacket and unbuttoning her shirt even more. before long, her top half was only covered by a black sports bra.

you scoffed. "if that's how you act with friends, then i seriously think you need to follow up with the rest of the girls you fucked at the time. how many were there, anyways?"

shuri hesitated.

"answer the question, shuri," you snapped.

"i like sex, you know that! you weren't there, so i had to find other girls to sleep with."

"yeah, i like sex, too! and normally i wouldn't judge you, but we had agreed--"

"we had not agreed ---"

"we had!

"can we agree to disagree? what's the big deal anyways?"

"well, the big deal is that while you were busy sleeping with other girls, i was in my dorm, waiting to spend all my international minutes on a call that would go to voicemail because - oh !- you were apparently busy sleeping with other girls!"

"i kept telling you to use the kimoyo beads i gave you," shuri mumbled.

"are serious right now?" you exclaimed. "i spent most of that semester waiting for you, thinking about you - and you probably couldn't have cared less! i was stressed and lonely and - yeah, i'll say it - horny, while i could have been out having fun too."

"that's not my fault," shuri scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "i doubt you missed that many opportunities."

"oh? how can you be so sure?"

"well, no one knew that you were an avenger then."

when you first started being an avenger, you were a kid. it wasn't until well after you were 18, after the accords and in a desperate plea to get steve and the others to return, that you revealed your identity to the world, press conference and all. which meant that shuri had a point: during your first semester at empire state university, no one knew that you were an avenger.

"so you're saying that girls would only fuck me if they thought i was a superhero?"

"i'm not saying that's the only reason, but it is a big one."

it took a second for the implication of her words to fully sink in. suddenly, the room felt smaller and you hated every reminder that you and shuri were building a life, here, together.

"is that why we got together in the first place? you wanted to fuck a superhero?"

shuri froze, as if she too just understood the turn your argument had taken.

"shuri. answer the fucking question. is that the reason we got together?" her silence made you claustrophobic, and, again, you were way too tired to deal with this. "i'm gonna sleep at mj's." you were about to grab your phone and keys before shuri stopped you.

"wait. baby, please wait," she pleaded. "i didn't mean -- just, let me explain, okay? please."

you looked at her, jaw tense and eyes searching yours, and you couldn't resist. you just had to hear her out. she sat on the edge of the bed, gesturing at you to join her, but you remained standing, arms crossed and waiting for an explanation.

"maybe....maybe i was intrigued by the fact you were an avenger. i thought you were so cool and badass and i wanted to know you, like really know you. and once i did, i couldn't help but fall for you. i wanted to be with you."

"yeah, you fucking other girls really reflects that."

"let me finish," shuri sighed. "when you went back to new york, i didn't think we'd last. i was scared that our time together in wakanda was just some short, passionate fling for you and you'd forget all about me. or, worse, you'd realize that you just want to be friends and i would be stuck alone, pining for you. sleeping with other people was just a protective measure, i guess."

while you were surprised by her confession, you didn't feel entirely satisfied. you did, however, finally sit on the bed next to her. "you didn't think to talk to me about any of this? to ask whether or not i was invested in our relationship?"

"i'm good with calculations, y/n, not people."

being this close to her, you couldn't help but stare at shuri: at the way her jaw looked sharper in the moonlight, her eyes darker, her lips slightly parted as she waited for you to say something.

"i guess it would have been nice to know how much you thought about me," you whispered.

shuri brings her hand up your thigh and under your shirt, stroking the skin underneath your breast with her thumb. you shuddered at the contact.

"i thought about you all the time. bast, i even called other girls by your name during sex. multiple times."

weirdly, you felt a little proud at that. "i guess i really made an impression on you," you hummed. "tell me: did any of those other girls fuck you better than me?" you asked, voice low.

shuri removed her hand from your body, shrugging. "maybe."

"shuri," you warned. "don't."

"or what?" she challenged, leaning forward, the ghost of a smirk on her lips. "are you gonna punish me? because if you want to have your way with me....i wouldn't stop you."

with that, you pushed her onto the bed. she let out a yelp when her back hit the mattress. once you were hovering over her, legs and arms on either side of her body, you did what you yearned to do as soon as you walked in earlier that night: you kissed her, passionately, deeply. you bit her lip as you pulled away.

"you really want that - for me to have my way with you?"

shuri whimpered. "yes."

"you might regret saying that, usana."

shuri loved it when you spoke xhosa, you knew that. she leaned up to capture your lips, but you had other plans.

you kissed down her jaw, her neck, her exposed chest and shoulders down to her stomach. after you fumbled with the button of her pants, shuri lifted her hips from the bed so that you could remove them. once the pants were thrown on the floor, you kissed her core through her briefs, feeling a wet spot against your lips.

quickly, you took off her briefs, being greeted by her glistening pussy. blowing onto her folds, you ran your tongue from her hole to her clit, loving how you already felt her slick coating your lips. shuri lifted her legs so they rested on your shoulders. with this angle, you gathered some of her slick and sunk two fingers into her heat.

"gods, i've barely touched you and you're already about to come," you teased, feeling her clench around your fingers. "are you going to come for me?" all you got in response was whine. with your other hand, you reached up to pinch the side of her hip. "answer me, princess."

shuri propped herself up on her elbows to look at you, just as you removed your mouth from her.

"yes!" she cried. you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel throbbing between your thighs, hearing how frantic her voice sounded - like she needed you and only you. "please, just do something."

at her request, you moved up the bed so that the two of you were face to face, one of your hands holding her chin while the other was still two fingers deep in her cunt.

with your thumb, you traced over her lips. "open." shuri obeyed you instantly, and you couldn't help but clench your thighs together - you had never seen her this desperate. you spat in her mouth, heart racing as you watched her swallow the combination of your saliva and her cum without question.

you continued fucking her with your fingers until she moaned, louder and louder as she reached her peak.

removing your fingers from her pussy, you locked eyes with her as you brought your glistening fingers to your mouth and sucked off her juices. then, you kissed the tattoo underneath her ear, whispering: "have i ever told you that you're the sweetest thing i've ever tasted?"

when shuri smiled, you couldn't help but think how gorgeous she was, how vulnerable she was underneath you, how she was yours. unfortunately, you also couldn't help but think that there was a time when you thought she was yours and yours alone, while there were other girls with her like this.

so, you decided then that you weren't quite done with her.

"you really want me to have my way with you?" you asked once more, just to be sure.

"yes. anything."

you kissed her again, this time rougher than the last. "where's that new strap you made?"

shuri gestured to the closet. you stripped down before retrieving the strap - bigger than any either of you had used on the other before - and adjusted it around your hips. when you turned back to the bed, shuri was completely naked, nipples perked against the cold air, thighs shining from her previous orgasm.

"turn around," you instructed. "on your knees."

again, shuri complied. you knelt behind her on the bed, grasping her hips. you looked down at her cunt, already dripping, and she gasped when she felt you spit onto her hole. without further ado, you thrusted forward.

you both moaned when you started to enter her. shuri invented a strap that allowed both the wearer and the receiver to feel pleasure; hell, you could even feel her walls clench around you, how deep you were inside her. technology was a beautiful thing.

"you okay, baby?" you asked once you were halfway inside her.

"yes," she breathed. she turned her head as much as she could towards you. "keep going."

once you were fully inside her, strap nestled in her warm cunt, your thighs met her ass. you slipped out slightly, only to thrust back in, over and over, until shuri was a moaning mess beneath you. her body started to shake and she almost collapsed onto her elbows, so you reached one hand to her neck and lifted her up so that your nipples brushed against her back.

"more," she moaned, reaching an arm back to help guide your hips forward, faster.

you kissed the back of her neck, trailing your hand down from her neck to pinch one of her nipples. you moved your other hand to her clit, rubbing the nub in tight circles and gathering as much slick as you could. you then took those same fingers and shoved them into her mouth, allowing her to taste her sweetness.

you almost came right then and there, watching how she truly let you have your way with her body. "i never knew you were such a slut," you taunted. you took your fingers out of her mouth so shuri could respond, instead grasping her neck once more, applying just the slightest pressure you knew drove her crazy.

"only for you," she groaned.

after a particularly hard thrust, shuri came, bursting all over the sheets. she collapsed forward on the bed, breathing hard.

"did you just...." the wet stains on the purple silk sheets were enough evidence. shuri just squirted.

shuri laughed, breathlessly. "fuck. i've never done that before."

you took off the strap and turned her over. her skin glistened with sweat and her curls were stuck to her forehead, but shuri would never not be beautiful.

"one more time for me, okay, pretty girl? i want to feel you against me," you whispered. "i want to watch you fall apart, knowing that i'm the one who makes you feel this good."

shuri nodded, allowing you to adjust your positions so that your cunts were touching. both of you were so worked up, you from watching shuri fall apart twice and shuri from, well, her two previous orgasms, that it didn't take long for you to feel her gush against you, and vice versa.

strings of cum connected you as you removed your body from hers. for a few seconds, you both lay on your backs, staring up at the ceiling and trying to catch your breath.

"i'm sorry," shuri finally said. she shifted her body to lay on her side, facing you. "i almost messed this up but --"

"it's fine," you said, turning your head towards her. "it was a misunderstanding."

"i just...." shuri sighs, voice trembling slightly. "i just want to assure you that i would never want to do anything to hurt you. what we have is more real that anything i ever had with any other girl. you were right, it has been like that from the start, even if i almost messed it up."

you used your thumb to wipe away a tear from shuri's cheek. "are you crying because i gave you the best orgasm of your life?"

despite being in tears, shuri laughed. "i'm crying because i love you."

"i love you too, shuri," you assured her, your finger tracing the tattoo on the side of her arm. "also we should probably take a shower before sleeping."

shuri hummed. "you and your showers." the two of you laughed, remembering this morning. "before that, i have something for you...." she got up and grabbed a paper bag on the floor, handing it to you.

one eyebrow raised, you opened the bag and pulled out a bottle of lychee soju. your expression softened. "it was lychee soju," you mused, looking between the bottle and shuri.

"see, i do remember!" shuri grinned. she slipped on her underwear and your sleep shirt before running to the kitchen to grab some mugs. shuri poured the drink into them and handed you one.

as you sipped the bittersweet liquid, you couldn't help but think: you and shuri. this was real.

[zyafics]

okay hi i’m here to yap about my potential smau

song inspo: good luck, babe - chappell roan, causal - chappell roan, sharpest tool - sabrina carpenter

i need to preface this by saying sarah cameron is the loml but she is very messy here bc lbr the john b and topper shit was messy lmao

also i will be lesbian sarah truthing here

so anyway

thornton!reader x sarah cameron where sarah and reader have been best friends since they were kids but they grow closer as they grow up and go to the academy and stuff

to the point where they’re making out, sharing the same bed, shotgunning when they smoke, etc

reader is helplessly in love with sarah and basically acts like her gf

but then all of the sudden sarah’s family is getting suspicious so she starts dating topper leaving reader heartbroken

but sarah is lowkey also still seeing reader but saying it’s all “casual” “friendship” stuff and reader is too in love to resist

and then there’s more but it’d be like spoilers so i’m gonna keep my mouth shut lol

the original idea was sarah secretly dating a pogue when i heard good luck, babe but then i listened to casual and suddenly thornton!reader became a thing

OH THIS IS FUCKING PERFECT!!! THE GAY AGENDA RISES ‼️ i absolutely love the idea of sarah and reader being best friends and "casual lovers" to her using topper as a beard to hide her love for reader 😭 this is going to be SO SO SO ANGSTY I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BONES

i fear ur going to break my heart 💔

also also when i was reading this, can i suggest What I Need by Hayley Kiyoko, Kehlani and Sleepover by Hayley Kiyoko (lesbian jesus!!)

anyways, i love love, PLEASE keep me updated @nemesyaaa COME HERE YOU WOULD EAT THIS UP

[bonesandthebees]

Thoughts on Chappel Roan?

she's the lesbian femininomenon the world desperately needed

ok proper thoughts: I'm not usually super into pop music, at least not the super boppy pop that Chappell makes, which is a testament to how good she is at what she does because I actually love a ton of her songs. I think a lot of it is fun and silly and great to dance to (I should know, I recently went to a Chappell Roan dance party at a bar and it was great). I wouldn't say she's a favorite artist of mine or anything because I only really listen to 2-3 of her songs semi regularly, while everything else I have to be in a super specific mood for.

also, I 100% understand that the queer community is excited to have a lesbian artist be so popular. believe me, I'm a lesbian myself so I'm definitely thrilled. but I also feel like there's a lot of weird... gatekeepiness going around? not exactly the right term but like, I mean with the whole "don't bring your cishet boyfriend to the chappell roan concert" discourse I really started getting the vibe that some fans don't realize that straight people can also just... enjoy her music because it's fun.

I personally think it's great to see a woman that sings very explicitly about her attraction to women get such an intense level of mainstream attention (of course, this isn't to discount other popular wlw artists like Janelle Monae, Hayley Kiyoko, etc. who have blown up in the past, I just mean that Chappell has had such an insanely fast rise that I haven't really seen before), and I can really picture her becoming a bit of a cultural icon in pop music with her wild costuming and great performance skills for the next generation like Lady Gaga was when I was growing up.

ok that's probably more than you were looking for but I actually have had a lot of thoughts on Chappell brewing for a bit so there you go lol

[shaylogic]

There's Something in the Water = Demons

"You're LYING" ~Crystal, Episode 7 He created a portal [to Hell?]!!!

Crystal, girl, you need to learn some demonology and get David's real name. He's some kind of aquatic-based demon. Some sort of brown fish based off Kelli Dunmore's costume Design.

Cat King and Monty had designs based off their animals. Even Esther FINCH had Finch-colored costumes.

@captainfantasticalright has god-tier posts on all the characters' costume designs. Here's the post on Crystal.

I've been noticing Crystal wears lots of brown, which seems to be the demon's color. You especially see these in relevant scenes with the demon, like when she's exorcised and wearing brown shorts.

She's got brown overalls on her hero color purple shirt when she confronts and buries David.

She also has a brown (demon) letterman jacket (reference to Charles' Harrington jacket -- in a boyfriend jacket vibe?) on with a hem that has burgundy/yellow-stripes (like Charles' collar). This is during the episode when she banished David from her head. She's still wrapped up in the concern of him.

Crystal similarly has the red and white stripe hem in ep 4 (with blue jacket to rep Edwin after she bonded with him in the Devlin house). I made a brief post on this here. Here's the image from it:

The demon's name is not David.

That's the human's name.

ALSO ON KELLI DUNSMORE'S WEBSITE she has pics of her work, including the costumes on Dead Boy Detectives, and she had THIS PICTURE FOR SOME REASON

Not really showing the costume design well in this shot that we NEVER SAW IN THE SHOW! Is this a deleted scene!?

I THINK THIS IS HUMAN!DAVID GETTING POSSESSED!!!!

In season 2, Crystal will need to learn the demon's True Name to banish him like Johanna Constantine did in Sandman.

What are we thinking this bitch looks like in his true form?