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Mother figure! Leigh shaw drabble

You had always been close with your stepmother, Leigh Shaw, ever since she married your father, Matt. You had been her maid of honor at their wedding and she had treated you like her own daughter. You had a great relationship with her and thought of her as the mother you never got as she abandoned you with your dad. You often wondered what it was like to have a mother, continuously and naively wishing for one up until your 10th birthday when you came to the realisation that it was pointless. That was until your father began dating leigh, she accepted that you and your dad came as a package, she accepted you with open arms. She taught you everything a mother would. She was your shoulder to cry on and the first person you came out to.

But that all changed after your father's mysterious death. You were only 16 years old at the time and it was a difficult loss for you. You expected that Leigh would be there to support you and help you through your grief as she always has been, but instead, she became distant and cold towards you. She shut you out completely even going as far as leaving a room every time you would enter.

At first, you thought she was just going through her own grief and needed space, so you gave her that. But as time passed, she became more and more distant and would snap at you for no reason. It was like she didn't want you around anymore and it hurt, you were loosing another mother.

Eventually, you couldn't take it anymore it was tearing you apart, you had no one to console you. Your uncle Dani was MIA and leigh was being particularly vicious. Your last straw was when she made a comment on your weight in front of her family and you just broke down in tears. You couldn't understand why Leigh was treating you this way. You had always thought of her as family and it hurt to see her push you away.

Leigh was taken aback by your breakdown and she sat down next to you, trying to console you. But her words only made things worse.

'I'm sorry,' she said, 'it's just...seeing you reminds me so much of your father. It's like he's still here and it's too painful for me to bear.'

You were stunned. You never thought that your presence would be a painful reminder for her. You had always looked up to your father and it hurt to know that just being yourself brought her so much pain.

'I had no idea,' you said, wiping away your tears. 'I never meant to hurt you or make you feel like this. I love you, y/n/n'

Leigh's cold exterior continued melting away as she hugged you tightly. 'I love you so much , sweetheart. I'm sorry I've been so distant. I promise to be there for you and support you in any way I can.'

From that day on, Leigh made an effort to be there for you and your relationship slowly mended. It wasn't easy for either of you, but you both knew that your father would have wanted you to be there for each other.

You still missed your father dearly, but having Leigh by your side made you realise things weren't that bad. You were grateful for her and despite the both of you having your off days, you got through it together. the bond between you two only grew stronger as the realisation that grief is not a battle to be fought alone .

A/n- i don't like it

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Grief Group|leigh Shaw x reader drabble

You sat in the circle, surrounded by strangers who shared one thing in common - the loss of a loved one. It was your first time attending the grief group and you couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in knowing that you weren't alone in your pain.

As the group leader went around, asking each person to share their story, your eyes fell upon a woman sitting directly across from you. She was beautiful, with long dark hair and piercing green eyes. But what caught your attention the most was the sadness that seemed to radiate from her.

When it was her turn to speak, she introduced herself as Leigh and shared that she had recently lost her husband in a freak accident . You could feel your heart ache for her, knowing all too well the pain of losing a spouse.

After the meeting ended, you found yourself drawn to Leigh. You struck up a conversation with her and soon you were talking like old friends. After talking for a while You both decided to grab a cup of coffee and donuts not quite ready for your conversation to be over.

As the hours passed, you found yourself opening up to Leigh in ways you hadn't with anyone else. She understood your pain and you understood hers. It was a connection unlike any other.

Before you knew it, the sun was setting and it was time to head home. But instead of saying goodbye, Leigh invited you back to her house. Once you got there you began to settle back into conversation before she brings out a small bong which she claims is her mums in hopes to persuade you to get high with her. You had never done drugs before, but in that moment, you didn't care. You needed something to numb the pain and Leigh seemed to understand that.

As you sat on the couch, taking turns lighting the bong for each other, you found yourself feeling more relaxed than you had in months. You laughed and talked about everything and anything, and for a brief moment, you forgot about your grief.

But as the night went on, the conversation turned more serious. Leigh opened up about her husband and how she was struggling to cope with his death and the fact she was starting to believe it wasn't really an accident. Tears welled up in both of your eyes as you shared stories of your spouses and the memories you held onto.

In that vulnerable moment, Leigh leaned in and kissed you softly. It was unexpected, but it felt right. The two of you fell into a passionate embrace, seeking solace and comfort in each other's arms.

As the night wore on, you both fell asleep on the couch, holding each other tightly. For the first time since your husband's death, you felt a sense of peace and understanding. And as you drifted off to sleep, you knew that you had found a true friend in Leigh, someone who understood your pain and was there to support you through it.

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Hey if you're taking requests how about one of Leigh Shaw from Sorry for Your Loss?

Fem!R and her meet in group or something different if you want. Fem!R is handling the grief of her loved one a lot differently than Leigh does because whoever it was that R lost told them to still be happy once they were gone and in a way got more closure than Leigh got.

Maybe it could be angsty to hurt/comfort when Leigh tries to call R out on how she's dealing with grief and R just tries her hardest to help Leigh through her own grief and maybe they kiss by the end? R telling Leigh that she isn't Matt and she doesn't plan on leaving anytime soon.

Lost in Grief

Pairing: Leigh Shaw x Fem! Reader

Summary: Everybody deals with grief differently, so how do you assure the new woman in your life that you would never do anything to hurt her like she has been.

Angst, Fluff, Comfort.

Warnings: Mentions of death of a loved one, suicide, cancer, depression & grief.  | 1.3K

AC: Thank you for sending this! I don’t believe I have written for Leigh before and unfortunately, I have only been able to watch SFYL twice so bear with me if I make any mistakes! Anyways, with that, I hope you enjoy! x

It’s midnight and you had just gotten to Leigh’s house, knocking softly on the front door of her mother’s home. She not long ago called you in tears, breaking down in grief over Matt’s death. You had met the woman in grief group, the two of you being able to bond over the love for donuts and how they were the highlight of going to group. 

You knew of Leigh’s story, and she knew of yours. The two of you having to deal with different kinds of grief. For Leigh, it was sudden and unexpected. She had questions and nobody to give her answers to them, she had been going through moments of finding out more about her deceased husband that she didn’t know. All the new information only threw her deeper in the darkness of her depression but every now and then, she would smile and share a laugh and you could tell that in those moments, she was feeling okay. 

For you, it was completely different. You lost your soon to be wife to cancer, you had months to prepare for her death, you had no questions but a broken heart and an empty house. But with time and the help of talking to a grief group, you finally saw the comfort your late fiancé left you with. She always said she wanted you to be happy and not let her death eat you up and make you hate the world; she never wanted you to lose sight of the beauty the world held just because you couldn’t share it with her. Of course, you missed her dearly and you will forever love her, but it’s been almost two years and things started to feel differently. 

Leigh opened the front door, her face soaked in her tears as she crashed into your arms. You hugged her tightly, letting her break down even more in your arms. She mumbled things you couldn’t make out through her sobs; things you were sure she would repeat when she had calmed down. You waited patiently for her to settle, giving her as much time as she needed, never letting her go. 

Matt passed away a year ago, the pain never stops, you knew that, but you hated to see Leigh in such pain. If she would let you, you would do everything you could to take her pain away, to make her happy again. Oh, how much you wished to see her truly happy, maybe it would show you a completely different side of her. It was moments like these that made you thankful for the time and comfort you got from your fiancé before she passed, this is what she didn’t want for you, to be in Leigh’s shoes.

“Do you want to grab a donut and we can talk?” You offered when the woman eventually calmed down, pulling away from your hold and wiping her tears on the sleeves of her sweater. She weakly chuckled, “it’s midnight, no place is open” she reminded you. 

“I have some at mine” you offered. She smiled softly with a light nod, “I can’t turn down a donut” she said. 

“I wouldn’t let you” you smiled. 

----

“Nothing makes sense” Leigh frowned after finishing her jam donut, “like, I keep going over everything and I just can’t make sense of it. I mean, I don’t think he just died by accident, but it almost kills me to think he killed himself” she added. This was the circle she continued to keep herself in, no matter how many times she would have this conversation with you, it was almost as if your advice and thoughts went in one ear and out the other.

“And you?” She suddenly snapped, “I don’t understand how you can be as fine as you are” there it was, Leigh’s true thoughts coming through. “How can you just forgive your fiancé for not fighting? How can you live each day not hating the pain she left you in?” She went on. 

“I guess, I had closure” you admitted, knowing how unfair it was for her to hear this. “She told me not to let myself get to a point where her death would consume my life. I miss her every day and I am angry that there wasn’t anything I could do. She simply had bad luck, but I can’t hold that against her. I think you’re angry with him, he left you so suddenly. He left you with so much pain and questions you’re running around trying to find answers too and it's slowly killing you” you added, looking her deeply in her green eyes.

It was silent between the two of you, Leigh didn’t want to admit that you were right, she thought what she had was perfect and nothing could ever ruin that, but it was ruined, it was taken from her by the very person she loved the most.

“and I-“ you paused, breaking the silence. Your eyes dropped to the floor as you ran your tongue over your bottom lip, “I hate seeing you like this” you added in an almost whisper. 

“But you’re right” Leigh replied, letting her tears fall freely. “it’s killing me” she added. 

You slowly looked up at her wanting nothing more than to just tell her how you'd been feeling but now was not the time. “I just wish things weren’t so hard, I wish I just knew what he was thinking, I wish I could’ve helped him. Even if his death was an accident, he was still hurting” she added. 

“It’s easier said than done, I know but you can’t keep running in circles Leigh. You deserve to be happy again, to enjoy life again and I think deep down you know that Matt would want that for you too” you gave her a comforting smile but all she did was nod in reply. “How about you stay here tonight, I’ll take you home in the morning” you offered when your eyes caught the time on the clock hanging on the wall of your living room. 

“Only if that’s okay, I really don’t want to put you out” 

“Don’t be silly, I have guest room” you smiled once more. 

----

It had been a week since you last saw Leigh, after you dropped her off at her home the following morning. She’d been ignoring your texts, hadn’t been in grief group which made you think maybe you had upset her with some of the things you said to her that night. You ran into her sister, Jules, at the store who told you that Leigh had just been working extra classes while their mother was under weather. It helped ease the thought that maybe you had hurt her, but it still didn’t stop your worries. 

A soft knock on your front door interrupted you cooking dinner, you turned the stove to low and wandered over to the door to open it to Leigh. 

“Leigh, are you okay? I haven’t heard fro-“ she cut you off by crashing her lips on to yours in a deep kiss. It was unexpected and sudden but you found yourself wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her close into you, deepening the kiss. 

Leigh pulled away, eyes filled with tears as you gently cupped her face, “I’m sorry, I can’t stop thinking about what you said, and I thought maybe you were trying to tell me something else” she said in destress. 

You wipe her tears, “don’t be sorry” you said, looking her deeply in her eyes once again, “I was. I know Matt hurt you and I swear on my life, I would never do that to you, ever. You need time to heal, I understand that, and I will always be here for you. I’m not him, I’m going anywhere” you added. 

“Do you promise?” She asked, searching your eyes for an answer. 

“I promise” you replied softly.

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for a while

pairing: leigh shaw x reader

synopsis: you get your last chance when leigh comes to get the last of her things from your place.

word count: 1.1k

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“I was wrong, Leigh. Please take me back.”

“I can’t live without you.”

“I’m sorry. I still love you.”

You ran it over and over in your head. Your eyes were trained on the TV in front of you whilst your teeth anxiously nipped at your fingernails. The occasional rustling of bags and boxes made it impossible to enjoy your watching. Truth be told, you only put it on for show, to try and prove to Leigh that you didn’t really cared if she were here, or not here, or anywhere as long as she wasn’t in your head all the time. Keyword: try.

You whipped your head over your shoulder to see her just coming out of your bedroom with a sweater of hers draped over her arm. It was your favorite — grey-blue in color coating her uni’s mascot which has faded a bit since the first time you saw it — and the one you had secretly hoped she wouldn’t take away. It was your favorite because it smelt just like her, and it reminded you of the time she first gave it you on an unexpectedly chilly day.

It was your favorite because it reminded you of the time when everything was alright.

“Y/N?” Your heart leapt in its cage at the sound of her voice.

“Hm?”

“Will you—um. . . help me get my jogging pants from your top drawer?”

“Yeah.” You let out quietly, and followed her to your bedroom.

This was a familiar sight. Leigh in a T-shirt and sweatpants, wandering about, looking to steal a piece of clothing of yours that she could get her hands on. You would kiss her and say, “You can have all the clothes you want, as long as you stay in bed and cuddle with me today”.

But you knew you couldn’t do that anymore, and the dread burned in your mind when you reached up to the top drawer. And she was right there, mere inches away from you, and if only you could take her into your arms and kiss her. . .

“Thanks.” She muttered quietly, taking the pants before heading for the living room.

“Anything else?”

“No, I think that’s it.” Leigh released a huff, looking around as if to pick up on something of hers to take.

You glanced passed the ajar door to your house seeing Jules bent over to load another box into her car. You dreaded the words on the tip of your tongue, but then again things between you and her fell apart because communication was an issue during your relationship. One thing led to another and you’ve lost her.

“Leigh.” You called before you could stop yourself. “I just needed to know. You don’t. . .hate me, right?”

“No. No, Y/N.” She said quietly, furrowing her eyebrows. “Never. Not you, never you.”

You saw the way she looked down as if to hide her distress. Maybe now was the time. I was wrong, Leigh. Please take me back. I can’t live without you. I’m sorry, I still love you.

You only nodded. Jules shut the trunk of her car outside.

Your hands found Leigh’s waist, as you closed the distance between yourselves. She staggered slightly and pressed up against the clothing rack next to your front door when your lips hovered over hers.

“Y/N.”

You did the only thing you could think of when she looked like that, her wavy brown hair in a messy half-bun on the top of her head, her face free of any makeup she wore like a mask to face the world, her eyes soft and beautiful, in the way she gazed at you. You did the only thing you’ve known for a while when she looked like that, when she looked like home.

You pressed your cheek against her as your lips tugged onto hers. Her lips were just like how you remembered them, soft, warm, chapped, familiar; the only pair of lips you wanted to kiss.

“Y/N, stop.” She whispered, placing her hand on your chest. “We’ve been through this before.”

“Leigh—“

“No, we can’t.”

You shuddered at the cold air hitting your bare skin the moment you pulled the cover off. Only moments before she was on top of you, her body flushed onto yours and you thought she never wanted to let go. Now you watched her, her back clothed and slumped as she sat at the edge of your bed, head rested on her folded knees. She looked like a stranger.

Her skin was still warm and sticky when you kissed it, longingly and slowly. You moved your lips over her neck and listened to her content sigh.

“This is the last time. It can’t happen again.”

You knew Leigh, she never accepted a good thing that comes her way, always thinking she doesn’t deserve it. But you knew you would wait for her, and be good to her because you loved her unlike you’ve loved anything before. She just didn’t seem to understand that.

“Stay with me tonight.” You said, closing your eyes.

“No.”

“Please, love—”

“Please don’t make this any harder.” She turned to look at you, and you wished she didn’t. “We can’t do this anymore.”

“Why?” You said. “Tell me, give me a good reason why you broke up with me—“

“Because I’m not good for you!” She shouted, making you step back. “Because I’m not ready. Because when you proposed, I can’t think of a future for us in which both of us get out of this unscathed.”

“Did you break up with me because I proposed?” You asked quietly.

She didn’t reply, and you think you knew that was it. Her eyes grew glossy, as she shifted on her feet.

“Okay.” You whispered to yourself. “Okay.”

“Y/N. . . I never meant to hurt you.” She tugged at your hand.

“I know.” Looking up at her, you forced out a smile.

“If things were different,” her voice wavered, “I know you would have loved me with everything you have, and I would have loved you the same, because you deserve that. But I can’t give that to you. I’m sorry.”

You wiped the tear that has begun to form and rubbed your hand against your leg. You couldn’t break down in front of her anymore, so you chose to keep it all inside.

“Yeah.” You could only say. You made yourself small, tugging at your sleeve of your shirt and taking a step back, because you can’t be that close to her anymore.

You felt two arms wrap around you, and you bit your lower lip, trying hard not to cry.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N/N.” She whispered, as you placed your head on her shoulder, allowing the silent tears to wet her shirt.

You closed your eyes, and the absence of her burned you like hellfire. Your hand was warm with a her touch for a second before you felt her body glide past you, towards the door until it clicked.

She was gone. You sunk to your knees, and sobbed until your chest hurt and your throat dried.

You knew you deserved better than Leigh, but you couldn’t get past the ache in your heart she inflicted on you, and you knew it would be a long time until that pain dulls.

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If I Fall (Leigh’s Version)

Leigh Shaw x Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Anon Asked: Hi! I don’t know if request are still open, but if they are, can I request a Leigh Shaw fic inspired by “If I Fall” by Nick Jonas please? Thank you!

A/N: Okay, after half of a year of working on this, I can proudly say I have finished this ask. Lmao, I’m so sorry for the delay, I hope y’all enjoy it!

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After Matt’s death, Leigh really thought she’d be single forever. Engulfed in a bubble of grief, it was easy to believe the pain would stay forever. 

But after a chance meeting, she realized that maybe things could be different. 

In the simplified version, the two of you met, you warmed up her cold heart, and you both fell in love. 

But like all love stories, things weren’t always so simple. 

So what happened? Well, Leigh could pinpoint five distinct times she fell for you before giving you a shot. 

And let’s just say the two of you ended up with a pretty great happily ever after. 

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a bitch [one] // leigh shaw

summary: you're used to leigh's constant mood swings and unpredictability, but didn't expect she'd ever do something to hurt you like she did.

warning/s: cheating

author's note: an angsty leigh shaw imagine was requested, so here we are! there's one more part to this so enjoy 😊

part two | masterlist | wattpad

Leigh Shaw could be a very unpredictable woman.

Ever since the unfortunate death of her husband, Matt, she'd become very erratic. It was hard to remember what she was like before he died, but then she'd flash me a smile and say something adorable and I remembered. Other times though, she could be as explosive as they came. If you ever got swept up in her mood swings, you'd be screwed.

Despite this, I remained by her side. That's what best friends did. Even when she yelled at me or gave me the cold shoulder or treated me like dirt, I stayed because I knew that was what she needed.

One time, a few months after Matt's death, I was stopping by to see how she was. A prime example of the cold effect she could have on people.

I raised my hand to knock, but the door suddenly swung open, revealing a peeved Jules and a pissed Leigh further behind her in the hallway.

"Hey," I greeted her sister with a smile, but she moved past me moodily. I glanced at Leigh before catching Jules' arm, stopping her. "What happened?"

Jules smiled bitterly. "You know, you should reconsider where you put your care, Y/N. Some people just aren't worth it."

At that last part, she glared over my shoulder, no doubt at Leigh. I turned to look at Leigh, who merely stuck a middle finger up at her sister before storming towards to the kitchen.

"What a bitch," Jules mumbled, making me wince because it was such a horrible word.

Jules shook me off before marching to her car to leave. I sighed and turned around to let myself in to their house. Closing the door behind me, I followed after Leigh and found her making toast in the kitchen angrily.

"Hey," I began softly, not wanting to give her another reason to get pissed off. Sitting on a stool at the island, I asked, "What happened?"

She forced a smile as she grabbed her toast from the toaster and dropped it on a plate. "My sister can't respect my space is all."

I pursed my lips awkwardly, watching as she grabbed butter from the fridge. Noticing my silence, she glanced up at me through her eyelashes.

"What?" she deadpanned, pausing from her actions.

"I don't think Jules is trying to upset you," I began, knowing I'd probably regret it. "I'm sure she understands you want space, but she loves you. And when you see someone you love hurting, you feel like you have to do something."

A sour smile broke out on her face as she scoffed. "Wow. Could you have your head stuck any further up Jules' arse?"

"Leigh, that's not what I'm–"

"What the hell are you even doing here?" she snapped. "I didn't invite you, Y/N."

Tensing my jaw, I refrained from getting annoyed. "Believe it or not, I actually wanted to check on you."

She curled her lips into a frown. "Well, I'm fine."

As if to prove that she was, she continued to butter her toast, but when she set her knife down, it slipped off the edge of the table and clattered to the floor. Frustrated, she slammed a fist on the countertop.

"It's okay, I'll–"

"Just get out," she cut me off when I was making a move to help her. I paused, wondering if she meant it, then her deadly green glare settled on my face. "Leave."

Sighing with defeat, I nodded and wordlessly left.

—

Sometimes Leigh wouldn't apologise. She'd act like nothing had happened and we'd move on. Other times, she actually would, surprisingly recognising that she'd done something wrong.

There was this one time when I'd invited her over for the evening to eat dinner and watch some films. The dinner went perfectly fine – we talked, we laughed, we spent time together – but then when we settled in the living room to watch a film, things started to unravel.

I can't remember exactly what she'd said. One second we were choosing a film on Netflix, then she was trying to make plans with me on the weekend. Unfortunately, I already had plans with my girlfriend, Alex, and Leigh didn't seem to like this. She'd made a comment under her breath and though I don't remember it specifically, I knew it wasn't polite.

Before I knew it, we were screaming at each other, arguing over the dumbest things. It started off being about my girlfriend and then the most unrelated stuff was being brought up on both of our ends. Sometimes she could be so aggravating, managing to rile me up and bring the worst out in me. The argument lasted a few minutes before she left, leaving me seething and full of hurt.

It was the following day at work when she came to see me next. I owned a café a few doors down from her mother's dance studio and was working a shift when her sister came through the front door.

I smiled at her when she approached the counter dressed in gym gear, her usual getup when at work with her family.

"Hey, how're you doing, Jules?" I asked.

"I'm good," she greeted with a smile, before it faded. "Just a warning, Y/N, Leigh is incoming in one minute. She wants to apologise."

Eyes rolling with mild annoyance, I let out a sigh. As dreadful as our spat was last night, I knew I had to also apologise to her. I'd said some hurtful things that made me feel all icky inside. Going to sleep after a fight was never a nice feeling.

"I don't know how you've put up with her for this long," Jules commented, picking up a cupcake from the display. "She can be so horrible to you."

I frowned, not feeling comfortable talking badly of Leigh behind her back. "That's not fair, Jules. You know what she's going through."

Jules gave me a knowing look. "I do, but that doesn't give her a free pass to treat you like she does."

Shrugging, I busied myself with cleaning up the crumbs from Jules' cupcake and giving her a plate.

"I take it you're going to forgive her then," she stated, though she definitely knew the answer judging from her expression.

"We both said some things we shouldn't have," I tried to explain so it didn't seem like I was giving in so easily, which deep down, I definitely knew I was, but Leigh was worth it.

Jules chuckled. "Yep, you're forgiving her. Looks like it's Leigh's lucky day."

I didn't say anything as she picked up the plate, ready to take a seat at one of the tables. Just as she was about to leave, she paused thoughtfully.

"You know, if you didn't have a girlfriend already, I'd say you were whipped," she said casually.

Ignoring her words, I watched her take her a seat on one of the spare tables. She made jokes like that a lot, but the truth was that I would probably do anything for Leigh. We'd been best friends since university – that was way too long to simply throw away our friendship because she was going through a tough time. And yes, the girlfriend talk threw me off at times... by the time I'd realised I liked Leigh as more than a friend, she was engaged. And I got over it, but Jules continued with the jokes and I continued to dismiss it.

As Jules warned, Leigh entered the café and caught my eyes with a nervous smile. I returned it, just as nervous as she looked, before watching her approach the counter. She was dressed in gym gear, like her sister, but a fine layer of sweat coated her skin which made me think she may have just finished teaching a class.

"Hey," she said with a rare gentleness to her voice. Her hands rested on the counter, fumbling slightly, before she put them by her sides instead. "How are you?"

Uncomfortably, I played with a loose thread on my apron. "I've been better, not gonna lie."

She exhaled regretfully. "I want to apologise, Y/N. Last night... it wasn't fair what I did. Just snapping at you like that."

I didn't know what to say, so I stayed quiet and avoided her eyes.

"I just get so angry sometimes," she admitted, noticing I wouldn't speak. She sounded exhausted and I looked up to see her running a hand through her hair. "I can't explain it. My anger at you wasn't about Alex or the plans, it was just me."

"It's because you're still hurting," I told her what I'd observed, shoulders relaxing. "And you're not very good at expressing that."

She shook her head, eyes drifting to the till distractedly. "I should be because I keep hurting the people I love."

My heart ached at the devastation in her voice and I put my hand out, motioning for her to take it. Thankfully, she did and I squeezed hers gently.

"Look, let's just forget it happened," I said with a small smile. "I... I didn't exactly say the nicest of things either."

She grimaced, letting go of my hand. "No, I get why you said it. It wasn't fair of me to just start on you like that. You were just defending your girlfriend... God, I can be such a bitch sometimes."

I winced at the word, it grating my ears. "That's not true, Leigh."

"It is." She nodded slowly, rolling her eyes. "Everybody thinks it. Including you."

"I don't think that," I said with creased brows, meeting her saddened eyes. "You're not a bitch. I've never once thought that."

"Really?" She raised a brow, smiling with defeat. "Not even that time when I stole your doughnuts after that fight we had two weeks ago?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

"Not even when I snapped at you for no reason the other day when you tried to help me write my article?"

"Not even then."

Her expression softened with guilt. "Not even when I called you a selfish jerk last night for not wanting to spend time with me even though you have a life of your own?"

I rounded the counter and stopped before her, looking between her guilt-ridden eyes. "Especially not then, Leigh."

She breathed out quietly and I pulled her in for a hug, glad when I felt her relax beneath me. Her arms clasped around my waist and I was glad we were good again.

—

It was a year later when Leigh and I eventually got together as a couple. It was a long time after I broke up with my girlfriend and it was completely unexpected.

I'd invited Leigh to be my 'date' to my mum's birthday party, since the two had gotten on so well in the past. She was happy to oblige, but as soon as we arrived, her mood changed.

I was helping collect the pizzas from the delivery guy when he started to flirt with me. At the time, I didn't even realise, but I knew that Leigh had acted different since it happened. When I finally confronted her about her sudden mood swing, she proceeded to make out with me completely unexpectedly and then admitted she was in love with me.

I'm not gonna lie, it was a good time. Since breaking up with my girlfriend, I'd been single and falling for my best friend all over again. Leigh making the first move was all I'd needed to finally share how I felt, too.

That was six months ago, and since then, we'd been going strong. Of course, there were still times when she had her mood swings and took it out on me (and literally everyone else) without realising, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. I was used to it, used to her. So much that I should have trusted her even when presented with conflicting evidence.

We were at her workplace, Basically News, where she wrote columns part-time. It was a work party she'd been invited to and she'd asked me to be her date, which of course I said yes to. At the moment, we may or may not have been a little tipsy as we stood in the corner, drinking from flutes of champagne.

"Thank you again for coming here tonight as my date," Leigh said with a grin, arms laced around my neck as she held me close.

Pressing a kiss to my lips briefly, she pulled away and left my head spinning, and not just because of the alcohol.

"Any excuse to not be on the closing shift at work is good enough for me," I said playfully, resting my hands behind her waist.

She gasped. "Oh? So it wasn't me who persuaded you to come tonight?"

I pulled a face, feigning forgetfulness. "Hmm, I'm not too sure. Maybe you'll have to remind me why I agreed to come."

She bit her lip to contain her grin, eyes flickering to my lips. Leaning in, her lips met mine and I closed my eyes, enjoying the way she combed her hand through my hair and tilted my head towards her so she could get better access. She was a really good kisser and she knew the effect she had on me as I felt her smirk into it, catching her breath, before chasing down my lips and nibbling on them temptingly.

Remembering where we were, I gently pushed her back and tried to contain my smile. "Make it PG, Leigh. You're at work."

She licked her lips and began to laugh, green eyes darting between mine. "You're just so cute."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "I don't want everyone here knowing how irresistible you are or they might try to steal you away."

Her laughter filled the air, making my stomach flip at the sound.

"Though I think they may already know that because of how sexy you look tonight," I added, eyes fluttering down her body to appreciate just how well she pulled off her fitted black dress.

She raised her brows with surprise, making me mirror her expression comically.

Leaning close to my ear, she said above a whisper, "D'you wanna know something not-so-sexy?"

Her breath tickled my ear and sent shivers down my spine, making me tense up slightly. Judging from the expression on her face, she was very much aware of what she was doing to me.

"What?" I asked with amusement.

"I really need to pee," she said, and I began to laugh because she did, too, and I knew she wasn't kidding. Pressing a kiss to my cheek, she added, "I'll be right back."

Letting go of me, she waved goodbye before going to the toilets. I busied myself with getting to know her colleagues whilst I waited, until five minutes had passed and I realised she still hadn't returned. Deciding to check on her, I headed in the direction of the toilets, only to freeze when I saw something I definitely wasn't expecting.

Leigh was kissing another girl outside of them.

It was her colleague, Abby, that was the first thing I noticed. But I didn't stay to make out anything more as I immediately turned around and walked away, trying to make my brain catch up to what I'd just seen.

Leigh was kissing somebody else. Somebody that wasn't me. Somebody who I had always suspected had a thing for her, but I never considered that maybe Leigh had a thing for her, too.

Definitely not tipsy anymore, I found the nearest table and took a seat, trying not to assume the worst. But how else could I perceive what I'd just seen? It could have been a mistake, though I was so shocked and hurt and angry that I couldn't imagine how. Maybe she'd explain herself to me. Or maybe she'd tell me what actually happened. Maybe.

Leigh returned not long after, finding me at the table. Smiling like nothing had happened, she pulled me up and led me to dance. Not once, for the remainder of the evening, did she suggest that anything was out of the ordinary, nor did she explain herself. And I couldn't help but wonder how I had the worst luck with women.

This one hurt way more than the last time because it wasn't just anyone – it was Leigh.

—

A year and a half ago:

"Danny mentioned the breakdown you had last week because they didn't have doughnuts, so I, er, brought you these just in case."

Leigh cracked a small smile in the passenger's seat before accepting the box I held out to her. I'd just parked up outside the place where she went to her grief counselling group, having offered to drop her off. It had only been a few months since Matt died, but sometimes, the old Leigh shone back through and it made me feel hopeful that she'd make it through this.

"Thank you," she said genuinely, fingers wavering on top of the box, before she lifted her gaze to meet mine. "And thanks for the ride. You didn't have to."

I shrugged, thumb tapping the steering wheel mindlessly. "I don't mind. I just wanna make sure you get here okay."

She sighed, shaking her head, though a ghost of a smile was on her lips.

"Text me when you're done and I'll be happy to pick you up, too," I added casually.

"Thanks," she repeated, though didn't make a move to leave my car just yet. I didn't rush her.

Sadly, the silence was broken when my phone began to ring and my girlfriend's name flashed on the screen in my car where my phone was connected to. Glancing at Leigh, I just about made out the eye-roll she did.

"Sorry," I apologised, before declining the call instantly.

"Why d'you do that? Could've been urgent," she said with a clipped tone.

Oh, no, I thought. Whenever she used that tone, it meant she was picking a fight.

"I'm here with you," I said like it was obvious, hoping that one thing didn't ruin the moment.

She tensed her jaw, looking down as her hair fell around her face. "Whatever."

Before I could think of a way to make her feel better, the screen lit up again and my ringtone echoed through the car. I winced at the glare Leigh sent to the screen. If looks could kill, my car would be toast.

Declining the call, I looked to her worriedly. "What's wrong, Leigh?"

Her glare fell to me. "Why the hell do you keep declining it? She's calling you for a reason."

I raised my eyebrows. "Because I'm here with you? Alex can wait. I'm taking you to grief group."

"Well, I'm here at grief group," she mocked, turning to face me with an unexplainable frustration.

I didn't understand why she was so touchy all of a sudden. The car ride here, she'd been fine. Just a moment ago, she'd been fine. But now... now she was acting unreasonable.

My phone buzzed in my pocket suddenly, followed by a tone that signalled I had a text. Leigh smiled bitterly, rolling her eyes.

"Let me guess," she muttered. "It's her."

Still very much unable to keep up with her mood swings, I didn't answer. Her gaze snapped to mine as she stared at me with disbelief.

"Why the fuck aren't you checking it?!"

I grimaced, my own exasperation slipping out when I blurted, "I'm a little confused to what you want from me right now, Leigh!" Breathing out slowly, I said, "I'm sorry if this is bothering you. I'll turn off my phone next time."

As if I'd deeply offended her, she raised a brow incredulously. "Are you kidding me? Why would this bother me?"

Okay, I was extremely confused now.

"I don't know," I admitted, bewildered.

"Is that what you think of me? Some clingy bitch who won't let you live your life?"

I widened my eyes. "What?! Leigh! I never said–"

"Sorry if taking me is such a task," she said abruptly, moving to put the box of doughnuts on the dashboard.

"I never said that," I told her sternly.

"You didn't have to. I know already. I'm just a burden on everyone."

She got out of the car and slammed the door shut behind her. Meanwhile, my confusion was still trying to make out what the hell just happened.

"Don't bother picking me up," she said through the open window of the passenger's door. A scowl was on her face as she added, "You should go spend time with Alex. She's probably missing you."

Breathing out, I leaned back into my seat and watched her walk away and to the entrance of the building. When she acted like this – so push and pull with her emotions – I was so conflicted. What could possibly be going on in her mind that she managed to flip everything that just happened? A complete 180?

Knowing she'd just need some time to cool off, I shook my head and focused on leaving. But then I remembered my phone went off and pulled it out to see what was so important. Aside from two missed calls from Alex, I saw I had a voicemail, too, not a text.

Grumbling fo myself, still disgruntled by Leigh's attitude, I raised the phone to my ear to have a listen, whilst hoping it wasn't actually anything life-threatening.

At first, all I could hear was some very faint laughing and vague noises, kind of like material rubbing together and breathing. I assumed Alex had left me a voicemail without even realising since I'd done that countless of times to other people, having dropped my phone in my bag without realising it was still on. But then the noises became more distinct and I made out words.

"Jake, stop messing about," a voice said, whom I instantly recognised as my girlfriend.

I furrowed my brows. Jake? Jake as in the guy she worked with Jake?

"If you stop teasing me then maybe I will," a gravelly yet devious voice responded.

My throat went dry when I heard more laughter before it went quiet. It didn't take a genius to understand what was happening, especially when the moans that followed echoed in my ear, begging me not to forget.

Unable to listen anymore, I hung up and threw my phone onto the passenger's seat. Tears welled in my eyes as I glanced over at it hesitantly, almost wishing it hadn't even existed. And as much as I didn't want to accept the glaring fact, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

She was cheating on me.

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lose you [one] // leigh shaw

summary: after Leigh ignores your existence for a few days, you decide to force her out of her room and spend the afternoon with you, but it ends up leading to something more

warning/s: mentions of grief and implied death

author's note: this was requested and I finally got around to watching Sorry For Your Loss (which is so good by the way! i'm so mad it got cancelled), so here is a little Leigh Shaw imagine! It's a three-parter so stay tuned :)

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"Where is she?"

Jules, her sister, pointed up at the ceiling, referring to upstairs, as she finished chewing on a grape. "What did she do now?"

I refrained from rolling my eyes at the reminder that Leigh had been ignoring my calls and texts for the past few days.

"Nothing," I mumbled before leaving her in the kitchen to eat her fruit.

I'd been friends with Leigh long enough to invite myself into her house and let myself head upstairs. When I reached her room, I knocked on the door and tried to hide my impatience with a sigh.

"Jules, I'm not in the mood," her voice grumbled from the other side.

Ever since losing her husband a year ago, Leigh's personality had become more... erratic, if you will. Understanding her mood changes and temper tantrums was a skill in itself, but I was determined to stick by her if it meant she'd be okay. Like now, for example.

"It's not Jules," I called back. She didn't reply, so I said, "You better have clothes on, I'm coming in."

Without wasting a second, I opened the door and found Leigh laying on her bed, thankfully dressed, and looking up at the ceiling. Her room was slightly messy and the curtains were half open, like she'd been in the same position for the past few days. I wouldn't have put it past her.

When I entered, her eyes glanced my way before she continued to stare a hole into the ceiling. I breathed out, unsure what to say.

"Don't look at me like that," she said quietly.

"I wouldn't have to if you'd replied to any of my texts," I retorted, though my tone was anything but harsh.

"I've been busy," she mumbled.

My eyes raked the room once again. "Yeah, I can see that... it's two in the afternoon."

Suddenly, she sat up and narrowed her eyes at me. "Look, if I wanted a lecture, I'd have let Jules in here. If you've not got anything nice to say, you know where the door is."

Rolling my eyes, I ignored her flippant attitude and went to the set of chest drawers pushed against her wall. I rifled through them, earning complaints from behind me, before pulling out some clothes and throwing them at her.

"We're going out," I told her sternly, crossing my arms.

She removed the clothes from her face and gave me a disapproving look. "No, we're not."

"I'm not leaving unless you come with me, so..."

She could be a bitch when she wanted to be, but she knew I could be, too. Our stubbornness was our weakness, since neither of us could back down in a fight. Nowadays, it usually ended with me giving in because I pitied her, but not today. Today I was adamant on cheering her up.

"Fine," she said through a sigh of defeat. "Just get out already."

I smiled victoriously. "See you downstairs."

After waiting for Leigh to get ready and out of the pyjamas I was sure she'd lived in for three days straight, we got in my car and I began to drive.

"Where are we going?" she asked, glancing over at me with mild annoyance, like she'd rather be anywhere but here.

"Not sure yet," I admitted, ignoring the disbelief on her face.

"Then why did you make me come?!" she asked, her attention fully on me now.

I shrugged. "Thought you could use the break." Shoulders relaxing, I added, "I also thought we could spend some time together since we haven't in a while."

I didn't want to say it was because of the fact that she'd been avoiding me, or at least been making no effort to talk to me. I also didn't want to make her feel bad because of those facts, but she seemed to take it personally anyway, resorting to a good old-fashioned Leigh-specialty eye roll.

"I'm not sorry for grieving," she said knowingly, getting comfortable in her seat and looking out the window.

I gripped the steering wheel harder and tried not to let her words make a difference. She had a bad habit of twisting my words or making things seem worse than they were and I knew it was a coping mechanism of hers. She only tried to cope when things got too much, which only confirmed my reason for taking her out today.

"You don't have to be," was all I said, before focusing back on my driving.

—

Halfway through our drive to nowhere, I pulled the roof of the car down so we could feel the wind in our hair and the sun on our backs, since it was a nice day. I also put the radio on, hoping it would ease the tension on Leigh's end of the car.

Pop songs blared through the speakers, some that I knew and some that I didn't. Of course, the ones that I knew I immediately sang along to. Leigh definitely didn't like that, opting to roll her eyes and pretend I wasn't there. But eventually, I knew she wouldn't be able to resist and she began to hum along, making me smile.

On the road that led to nowhere, I noticed a public footpath leading into the forest and decided to take a pit stop, utilising the car park nearby. When Leigh noticed what I was doing, she straightened up and looked around with confusion.

"What are you doing?" she asked, eyes falling to mine.

I tried not to laugh. "We, my friend, are going on a walk."

"You're kidding."

"I'm really not."

I felt her eyes on me as I parked up and turned the engine off. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I opened my car door and met her judgemental gaze, noticing she wasn’t making a move to leave.

"You coming?" I asked with a raised brow.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Of course," I said, not quite stepping out the car but hanging my feet out. "You can either come with me on a nice walk through the forest, or you can stay here and roast to death in the car because of the heat whilst you wait for me."

"Or I can steal your keys and drive home without you," she offered as a third option, smiling bitterly.

Grin on my lips, I hummed in agreement. "That's also an option, yes."

Letting out a sigh through gritted teeth, she wordlessly got out the car and I smiled with satisfaction, knowing she'd give in. Getting out the car, I stretched my arms before locking the doors and joining Leigh's side. She sulked like a child, but allowed me to lead her to the trail ahead.

It was a lovely day out, warm but with a slight breeze that cooled our skin as we walked. Sunlight peeked through the tall trees, reflecting off the greenery and filling me with a sense of awe as I appreciated mother nature up close and personal.

Glancing over at Leigh, I noticed how she fell into step with me but remained closed off. Hugging herself, she focused on the path ahead and stayed quiet, jaw clenched and lips pursed. Streams of light that shone through the trees shone onto her, spotlighting her and making her hair look golden, blinding but in the best way.

I'd never admit it aloud, but I always loved the way her green eyes sparkled in the light, and even when she turned to glare at me, I felt my heart rate speeding up at how beautiful she looked.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," she said dryly.

Not letting her mood get me down, I pulled out my phone and snapped a photo, making her smack my hand away. I laughed and, for her sake, pretended I didn't see the ghost of a smile on her lips.

"That's one for the books," I teased, putting my phone away.

"It's fine, I have plenty of you," she mumbled.

I smiled to myself but said nothing. We continued to walk through the woods, following the trail and myself remembering every turn we made so we could make it back the right way. There were a few other people out, but we passed them with a quick hello (from myself since Leigh was still sulking) and moved on.

Twenty minutes into our peaceful walk, I noticed a wooden footbridge up ahead, possibly built over a stream. Excited, I stopped and looked to Leigh who noticed I wasn't beside her and turned around to see what was up.

"Why d'you stop?" she asked, pulling her hair up into a ponytail impatiently.

I smiled eagerly. "I'll race you to the bridge."

"Y/N," she breathed out, raising her eyebrows. "We're not kids."

I walked forward slowly, smile fading into a frown. "Fine. Sorry for trying to liven things up."

She rolled her eyes and continued to walk beside me in silence. But my pace picked up, as did hers, and I exchanged glances with her, realising she was walking faster than usual. Before I knew it, we were breaking into a run, trying to reach the bridge before each other.

"Thought you didn't wanna race!" I said between heavy breaths.

"I don't!" she called back, her pace picking up as she managed to get ahead.

I sucked up a breath and pushed on, tailing her as she reached the bridge. When she got there, she began to cheer and point at me obnoxiously.

"Ha! I win!" she said with a grin, as I slowed down and bent over to catch my breath. "Sucks to be you."

Her laughter filled my ears as I straightened up, hands on my hips. She looked so happy, even if it was momentarily, and I watched her with adoration, not even caring that I'd lost. She was stunning when she was smiling and I could only hope she'd do it more as time went on.

"I let you win," I joked, waving my hand dismissively.

"Sure you did," she played along, leaning on the bridge's railing as she watched me with amusement.

"You literally exercise for a living," I told her with a shrug. "S'not fair."

"Whatever," she said with an eye roll, smile still dancing on her lips as she turned around to look over the bridge. A gasp escaped her lips as she said, "Wow."

I joined her side, holding the railing to see what had taken her breath away. Then I saw it. A stream ran beneath us and was framed by some beautiful flowers and tall, transcending trees whose branches curled outwards and were covered in green leaves. The sun's rays filtered down through the leaves and made the water look like it was sparkling, rippling with every rock it pushed past.

"Looks like something out of a children's book," I said with disbelief, smile of amazement on my lips.

Leigh hummed in agreement and I glanced at her, seeing a similar expression on her face. Glad she was in a better mood, I looked back to the picturesque view before us and leaned on the railing, merely appreciating the sight.

"This is nice," Leigh said quietly, after a moment.

I tilted my head to get a look at her. She was already looking my way, leaning on her arms and meeting my gaze.

"Thanks, I put it all together myself," I said playfully, making her nudge me with her elbow as I chuckled.

"I'm serious," she said, before looking ahead again. "It is."

Knowing that was her way of saying thank you without actually saying it, I nodded in agreement. "It is."

We admired the sight for a few more minutes before deciding to head back, taking our time as we followed the route I remembered. Leigh was a little less tense this time, seeming to relax into her surroundings a little more. She even had a smile on her face at times which was all I wanted.

"You hungry?" I asked when we reached the car park.

"I guess I could eat," she said with a shrug.

"Well, according to this sign," I said, pointing to a board beside the start of the footpath, "there's a café a little way down the road. Wanna go?"

She motioned for me to go first. "After you."

Green eyes shone bright with amusement as she looked to me with a suppressed smile. Losing my words, surprisingly startled by her gaze, I cleared my throat and took the lead, making her laugh.

I sometimes wondered if she knew the effect she had on me or if she just liked catching me off guard. Maybe it was both.

—

After having a late lunch, or early dinner depending on how you saw it, Leigh and I got back in my car and I began to drive us back to hers. It was quiet, just like our meal was and just like she'd been for most of the afternoon. I was fine with that, I guess, but I felt like she was holding something in.

Turning off the radio, I earned her attention.

"You should try screaming," I suggested casually.

"Excuse me?"

I felt her eyes boring into me with confusion as I got comfortable in my seat. Looking in the rear view mirror, I noticed there were no cars behind us or in front of us. The road was empty as I drove on the edge of one of the many beautiful cliff-sides in Los Angeles.

"Scream," I repeated to Leigh. "It'll feel good. Watch."

Wasting no time, I began to scream at the top of my lungs, being sure to stay focused on driving at the same time. My voice flew into the air as my car sped down the road, leaving me feeling liberated.

"Geez, a warning would be nice!" Leigh snapped, uncovering her ears when I was done.

I laughed. "I did say to scream." Giving her a sideways glance, I added, "Come on. Try it with me. On the count of three."

"This is stupid," she decided, leaning back into her seat and pushing her hair from her eyes as the wind blew it about.

"No, it's not," I said with certainty. "Three."

"Y/N."

"Two."

"Stop it."

"One."

"Y/N!"

I looked to her with a grin before screaming at the top of my lungs. When I didn't hear her join in, I stopped and pouted.

"You gonna leave me hanging?" I asked, looking between her and the road. "C'mon. Last chance."

"Y/N–"

"Three. Two. One."

This time, to my surprise, she joined in and we screamed together, our voices echoing into the hills around us. It was exciting, thrilling and freeing all at once. Once we were out of breath, we stopped and caught it back.

"Felt good, right?" I asked with a grin.

She began to laugh, quietly, slowly, then loudly and hysterically, making me join in. Though, when my laughter faded, I realised she was still laughing, and then I looked over to her and saw tears streaming down her cheeks. With concern, I reached over to comfort her, but stopped when I realised it was weird to do, even for a friend.

"Leigh, I'm sorry, I–"

"No, no, it's fine, I'm fine," she cut me off, wide smile still on her lips as she wiped away her tears with the sleeve of her jumper. "They're happy tears. Y/N. They're happy tears."

I furrowed my brows with confusion, eyes flickering between the road and Leigh. "Are you– are you sure? Because it's okay if–"

"I'm okay," she promised, resting a hand on my arm. "I am. And the screaming helped. You were right."

I almost made a joke about how I'm always right, but my concern for her, despite the smile she wore, was still present. Teary eyes watched me with reassurance and she squeezed my arm gently before getting comfortable in her seat.

"Okay, if you're sure," I said, still uncertain.

We continued driving when I noticed the sun setting and decided to stop the car off to the side of the road. The hills were the perfect place to watch the sunset since it had a perfect view of the city whilst leaving enough space to see the sky in all its glory.

"Now why are we stopping?" she asked, though her voice didn't carry the same venom it did earlier.

"Isn't it obvious?" I asked rhetorically, getting out the car and motioning to the view before us. "We're gonna watch the sun set!"

I thought she'd put up a fight or complain like she had with everything I'd been recommending today, but to my ease, she simply got out the car and joined me. The two of us leaned against the car door as we watched the sun dipping into the horizon, casting an orange-pink hue across the skyline and the few clouds in the sky. It always reminded me of a watercolour painting, like someone had dipped their paintbrush in water and dragged it across the sky.

"Thank you for today," Leigh said, pulling me from my admiration. "I actually had a really nice time. As in, the part I spent with you and not the part where I moped around in bed."

I gave her a half smile. "Anytime, Leigh."

She winced, shaking her head in disagreement. "No, I mean it, Y/N. For everything, not just this." She paused, and I tried to ignore the way the last of the sun's rays made her skin glow and eyes shine brighter than anything I'd ever seen. "You've been here for me, even a year later when other people would have left."

"That's what friends are for," I reminded her, and her eyes flickered to mine, holding a million questions that I couldn't decipher.

"I'm not the best company," she admitted.

"You're not that bad," I said dismissively.

"I wouldn't want to be around me," she continued.

"Who likes to be left alone with themselves anyway?" I said jokingly, making her sigh discontentedly. Smile fading, I lost my humour for the moment. "You're not as bad as you think. And even if you were, I'd still stick around."

She locked her jaw, looking down to her shoes silently. I crossed my arms and looked back to the sun, it lowering into the horizon further and further as each second passed.

"I didn't mean to force today onto you," I said hesitantly. "I just– you didn't reply to any of my messages and I was worried."

She scratched the back of her head awkwardly. "I haven't really checked my phone."

"I figured." Finger playing with my shirt mindlessly, I said, "I got a promotion at work. That's–" I cleared my throat. "That was why I called you the first time."

She looked up, eyes wide with apology. "Oh my God. Y/N, I'm so sorry! That's amazing! I should have–"

"It's okay," I reassured her with a small smile, dropping my arms to my side. "I just wanted to tell you because, well... I just wanted to tell you."

I wanted to tell her because that's what we did. We told each other everything. She was the first person that came to mind when anything good happened in my life. Of course, with everything going on, it was hard to tell her the good stuff when she was going through so much.

"I'm so proud of you," she said softly, and I looked her way when she grabbed my hand. "You worked really hard for this promotion and I knew you'd get it."

A smile crept onto my lips at her words. "Thank you, Leigh. You know that means a lot."

She nodded, mirroring my expression, before squeezing my hand gently. I wanted to look away after a few seconds, but she was still holding my gaze, eyes piercing mine as if conflicted. I suddenly became hyper-aware of her hand in mine, fingers gently tugging mine subconsciously, and the way her shoulder brushed against mine, the contact so natural I almost didn't realise it was there.

When I finally decided to break our staring contest, deciding I'd never know what was going on in her head, she took me by surprise and pulled me forward before kissing me. Her lips pressed to mine quickly, hand letting go and resting on the back of my neck dominantly.

It happened so quickly, my mind working overtime as it tried to decipher Leigh's soft lips against mine, the shiver that ran down my spine from her hand on my neck, the tenderness of her cheek as it came into contact with my nose. I didn't even get chance to react, to kiss her back like I wanted, as she pulled away in an instant.

Seemingly startled by her own actions, she let go of my neck and took a step back. I already missed the contact, my lips feeling cold as she pulled away. I, myself, was taken aback, still frozen with shock at the fact that she'd just kissed me.

"Th– that was a friendly kiss, obviously," she stuttered out, eyes avoiding mine.

I licked my lips awkwardly. "Yeah, obviously..."

"To say thanks," she added unconvincingly. "Y'know?"

"Mhm."

Neither of us looked up as we stood apart trying to understand what happened. Why did she do that? Did she actually want to? Was she caught up in the moment or was she just seeking comfort? I wasn't sure. But I knew I wished I had reacted quicker than I had.

"We should go home," she mumbled.

I nodded in agreement. "Right. Yeah. Home."

The two of us got back into my car, neither of us saying anything as I drove her back to her place. The radio played quietly in the background, filling the uncomfortable silence that formed between us, and I hated that a good day had ended on a bad note.

Pulling up outside her house, I chewed on the inside of my mouth with discomfort. She cleared her throat and still didn't look my way as she spoke.

"Thanks again for today," she said, before opening the door. "I'll, er, see you whenever."

I nodded, eyes focused on the steering wheel. "See you. I, erm–" I wanted to say something about the kiss, but she clearly didn't and I didn't want to piss her off. So, I said, "Tell Jules and your mum I said hi."

"Will do..."

With that, she got out the car and headed to her front door, leaving me sat there for a moment as I tried to comprehend the situation I was now in.

Why did Leigh have to be so confusing?

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I'd better give it a try

Leigh Shaw x Reader

Summary: There are things in life you're born knowing. Others, you have to experience to know. When your best friend faces one of these situations, you are more than willing to help her out. [2.711 words]

Warnings: smut(+18 only!)

Hi, guys! Hope you’re taking care of yourselves. Just a quick information before we start, this story takes place during Leigh's college years, so before Matt and before the ‘Sorry for your loss’ events. Okay, I guess that's it. Good reading!

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It's funny how some days happen completely unexpectedly.

Like when you wake up in a bad mood on a rainy day, but in the afternoon it's a beautiful sunny day and you decide to walk in the park and everything is fine. Or like when you face a horrible traffic and decide to take a shortcut, and then you end up finding a remote spot with an amazing view of the city.

Today is exactly one of those days. Today you woke up in a nervous wreck, completely anxious about the exam you'd have in a few hours for one of the hardest courses you're taking this semester. And the last thing you imagined was that the day would end with you naked and sweaty, entwined with your best friend, who was just as naked and sweaty as you.

It's as if the exam in the morning has drained all your energy, so as soon as your last class of the day is over, you go back to your dormitory and throw yourself on the bed, shoving your face in the pillows and letting the comfort of the bed recharge you.

"You look miserable." Leigh's amusement-laden voice sounds not long after you lie down, and you mumble in response, making the woman laugh.

Leigh is a semester ahead of you and when you entered the university, you started sharing a dorm room. It didn't take long for you to realize that the brunette has a strong temper. However, your personalities matching well together took you both by surprise.

You always laughed at Leigh's sarcastic comments, and the few times that she could control herself and stop some sharp remark from escaping her lips, you always went and said exactly what was on her mind. It didn't take long for you to become best friends.

"Did you nail the exam?" She asks, putting some of her things away in her closet. "It's more like it nailed me." You reply without enthusiasm and Leigh giggles.

"I have news." She announces, throwing herself on her bed, and grabs her laptop from the nightstand and opens it in front of her next. "Do you want to hear it?" The brunette asks, crossing her legs and you lift your head off the pillow enough to look at her.

"Of course! Please bring some joy to my day." You ask in a playful plea and Leigh chuckles. "Drew invited me to write the advice columns for the university newspaper."

Drew is the editor-in-chief of the university paper. You don't really know how he and Leigh became friends, since they're in different programs and you don't remember them taking any courses together. But she announces the news proudly, so you smile, contently.

"No way! That's so cool!" You say, adjusting yourself on the bed to lie facing her, and Leigh raises her eyebrows at you. "Why are you surprised? I love to give advice! I'm very good at it." She adds in a pretentious tone, and you laugh.

"First, I'm not surprised. I'm happy for you." You say and the brunette smiles appreciatively. But then you assume a mocking expression. "And second, you like giving advice or telling people what to do?" You sneer, eyebrows raised in challenge, and Leigh rolls her eyes. "Ha-ha, very funny." She says, throwing a pillow at you, and you laugh.

After that, you settle down on the bed again and Leigh starts typing something on her laptop. You watch with an amused smile as the brunette frowns in concentration, but you must have fallen asleep soon after, because the next thing you remember is an impact against your face.

"What the hell, Leigh?" you complain, pulling the pillow away from your face, but you don't sound truly annoyed, so the brunette giggles. "You didn't answer me when I called you."

"Yeah, maybe it was because I was sleeping." You retort in irritation and Leigh chuckles, not caring at all about your grumpiness. "Why did you wake me up anyway?"

When your question goes unanswered, you look at Leigh, and frown as you see her thoughtful expression. Before you can ask, however, she speaks. "How did you know you liked women?"

The question is sincere, casual, but you are taken by surprise just the same, and you blink a few times before answering. "What do you mean?" You ask, sitting up in bed, and Leigh looks at you, still thoughtful. "How did you know you were attracted to women?"

You ponder for a while and Leigh watches you intently, but soon you shrug. "I just gave it a try, I guess." You say simply and the brunette frowns. You are about to ask the reason for the question, but then she speaks again.

"I wanna do that." Leigh states, resolutely, and you slightly widen your eyes. "I wanna give it a try." She confirms and you blink a few times. "Okay... And how do you want to do that?" You ask and the brunette knits her eyebrows together as if it's obvious. "With you, of course! Kiss me."

"Me?!" You ask immediately, your heart starting to beat faster, and Leigh lets out a giggle. "Sure, why not? Is kissing me such a bad idea?" She asks teasingly and you widen your eyes slightly.

"No! That's... That's not what I meant." You reply, hating the way your cheeks start to blush, and Leigh giggles once again. "Good. Kiss me then." She says casually and you mumble an "okay" as you stand up.

You walk over to Leigh's bed and sit down. The brunette crosses her legs, straightening her posture and looking at you with expectant eyes. "Okay, are you ready?" you ask and Leigh grimaces. "Just do it already." She scoffs and you giggle nervously. You prefer not to think about the reason for your nervousness.

When you place a hand on Leigh's neck, her smile slowly fades and you realize that maybe she is anxious too. So you bring your face closer to hers slowly, and the brunette watches you as you do so. When she closes her eyes, you close yours as well.

Your lips meet in a soft, simple kiss. It's no big deal, so you don't understand why your stomach flips nervously. It doesn't take long for you to pull away from Leigh, and when you do, she frowns.

"Is that it?" She asks, sounding disappointed, and it's your turn to frown. "I thought you were better than this." She scoffs, but you notice a hint of truth in her words, and then you make an offended expression. "I am better than this! Excuse me!" You defend yourself, and Leigh laughs.

"What is it then? Are you afraid of me?" The brunette taunts defiantly and you roll your eyes. "Of course not." You reply half defensively. "Then kiss me right, dammit!" she says, giving you a light shove on the shoulder. "Okay I will!"

And this time you move toward her eagerly, your lips capturing hers in a proper kiss. Leigh sighs in surprise, but then she holds your forearms, matching the kiss in the same intensity as you.

You bite the brunette's lower lip, pulling it towards you, and she sighs heavily. You take the opportunity to slide your tongue against hers, and when they meet, Leigh moans softly, and the discomfort that forms at the pit of your belly is impossible to contain.

When air is needed, you pull your face away from hers and try to suppress a proud smile as you see the expression on her face. Speechless. "Better now?" You ask breathlessly, a teasing smile on your lips, and Leigh looks at you, her eyes frequently descending to your mouth.

"I'm not sure yet." She replies half-airily and puts her hands on your neck, pulling you in for another kiss. You sigh in surprise, but don't hesitate to reciprocate.

You move your hands to Leigh's waist and she's quick to get up on the bed and sit on your lap. The brunette moves her hands to the back of your neck, gripping your hair, and you groan. You give her waist a squeeze, pulling her close, and Leigh moans in response, making the discomfort at the pit of your belly increase considerably. But in a millisecond of rationality, you pull your face away from hers.

"Are you sure about this?" You ask breathlessly, and the sight of Leigh on your lap, with dilated pupils and swollen lips, doesn't help you regaining the rhythm of your breathing at all. "I have to give it a try, right?" she replies mischievously, a smirk on her face that matches her tone of voice perfectly, and kisses you again. Your head spins, but you are still uncertain. "Leigh..."

"Shut up." The brunette replies amidst the kissing, and you're on the verge of forgetting why you are wanting to interrupt her in the first place. "But-"

"Fuck me." She asks, almost begging, and her husky, low voice makes your whole body shiver. You pull her into a kiss even more intense than the one before, and Leigh matches it just right.

You bring your hands to the bottom of Leigh's blouse, tugging at the fabric, and the brunette raises her arms to help you remove the item. As soon as you remove her blouse, Leigh kisses you again, and you toss the garment somewhere on the floor.

Leigh sighs heavily as she feels your cold fingertips against her hot skin, tracing up her back to her bra. With one swift movement, you open the clasp of her bra and move your hands to her shoulders to remove the item completely.

You move your hands to her breasts, squeezing them, and when Leigh moans softly against your lips, you smile. You move your kisses down her jaw and neck, biting her pulse point next and the brunette holds your hair tighter in reflex.

Leigh lets go of your hair only to run her hands down your back, pulling your shirt up. Understanding what she wants, you move away from her to remove the garment, and just as the item falls to the floor, the brunette brings her hands to the clasp of your bra, so you remove it as well.

You kiss once more, Leigh with her hands on the side of your face and you with your arms around her, hugging her. You both sigh with your naked torsos pressed together.

Again you move your kisses down the brunette's neck, down her chest, and she lets her hands roam your body. When your lips reach Leigh's breast, you suck on the sensitive skin and she moans, holding your shoulders firmly.

You kiss and suck her breast, squeezing the other with your hand, and Leigh moves her hands down to your breasts, playing with your nipples between her fingers, and your whole body shivers.

Bringing your lips back to hers, you move your hands down to the waistband of Leigh's jeans. As she kisses you intensely, you unbutton her pants and the brunette sighs in response, making you smirk.

Holding her around the waist again, you lay Leigh down on the bed, placing yourself on top of her. You pull your face away from hers, and the brunette looks up at you intently, pupils dilated and gaze expectant. Then you bring your lips to her neck, and make a trail of kisses down to her belly.

Leigh sighs as you reach the waistband of her pants, and lifts her hips as you begin to remove the item. With the jeans now on the floor, you deposit soft kisses and nibbles down the inside of Leigh's thighs, who sighs heavily, holding the sheet tightly.

When you kiss the brunette's intimacy over her panties she whimpers, and the sound makes your head spin. You stand up only to remove her panties, and when the item finds the rest of the garments lying on the floor, you lean down again.

You look up, meeting Leigh's expectant eyes. Exchanging glances of confirmation, you give her center a deep lick and the long, breathless moan that escapes the brunette’s lips mixed with her taste and smell invading your senses makes your own intimacy throb.

As you suck her clit, Leigh’s moans become increasingly louder and more constant. You’re both sure the people in the adjoining rooms can hear them, but neither of you care.

You bring your finger up to her entrance teasingly and you smirk as you hear the brunette holding her breath. As soon as you stick a finger inside her, Leigh moans eagerly, holding your hair firmly, making you groan.

When you notice she got used to it, you insert another finger, intensifying your thrusts, as Leigh whimpers loudly, moving her hips in search for more friction, wanting you to go deeper, what you do with no hesitation.

You feel her walls getting tighter and tighter around your fingers, her body breaking down in spasms ever so often. But you don’t stop. Instead, you shove your fingers further, your mouth devouring her clit. When Leigh comes undone, she screams your name.

You take your fingers off of her, delighting yourself with the long sigh she lets out in response. You kiss your way up to her neck, and don’t notice the smile on Leigh’s lips as you do so.

When you kiss her jaw, Leigh leans in, connecting her mouth to yours, and you smile against her lips as you match the kiss. The kiss is intense yet a little lazy as Leigh tries to pull herself together from her orgasm.

But it becomes even more intense as the minutes goes by, and before you know it, Leigh spins you both on the bed, placing herself on top of you.

The sudden movement gets you by surprise, but before you can say anything about it, the brunette kisses you again, and you get lost in her lips. The kiss is short-lived, however, as she pulls away a moment later and brings her hands to the button of your jeans.

Leigh takes off your pants and underwear all at once, and her hungry eyes scanning you makes your whole body shiver.

The brunette crawls back up to you, kissing you hard next, and when her wet intimacy brushes against yours, you moan. You feel Leigh smirking against your lips and then she repeats the movement, making you moan once more.

"Did you like that?" She asks teasinling, the air of her breathless whisper brushing against your lips. In response, you hold her hips firmly, pulling her towards you and Leigh lets out a whimper of both pleasure and surprise at the sensation.

After kissing you one more time, the brunette gets up, sitting on your lap, and you watch as she rides you, the friction making the both of you moan loudly. Leigh keeps her hands on your waist, her nails digging into your skin as she moves, and you keep yours on her thighs, pulling her down and pressing her even harder against you, and the brunette moans loudly, throwing her head back.

You watch with adoration Leigh riding you, her back arched in pleasure and her breasts bouncing as she moves. It doesn't take long before you reach your limit, and you squeeze Leigh's thighs hard, throwing your head against the pillow as you moan. The brunette comes undone soon after, falling on top of you and sighing against your neck.

"That was... wow." Leigh says breathlessly against your skin and you nod. "It really was." You agree, as dumbfounded as she is, and Leigh giggles as she rises from your chest and connects her lips to yours.

The kiss is sloppy as you both try to recover from your orgasms. But soon it intensifies and you move your hands down Leigh's body all the way to her core, making her sigh heavily.

But then Leigh moves her kisses down your jaw and neck, nibbling your skin and making you gasp at the sensation. The brunette then makes a trail of wet kisses down your body, and you hold your breath every time she gets lower and lower.

As she goes down on you, you hope your friendship doesn't stay the same.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

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Hey buddy

I have a request for Leigh Shaw and GN! Reader w peepee :)

Reader and Leigh have been a friends with benefits type of thing. Leigh also made it clear about no feelings since she wasn't over losing matt and she just needed a distraction. It isn't until she hears that Y/N has been going on a date with Becca, another widow from grief group.

Leigh then confronts reader about it and she realises in that moment that she has feelings for them which she tells them and then walks away. Ghosting them until they confront her at her home while Amy and Jules are out. They tell her how she has ruined their growing relationship with Becca by making them realise that they have always felt the same. Resulting in Leigh bringing them in for a passionate kiss and reader then asking if they can take her on a date.

Thank you awesome dude.

Love Me or Leave Me

Summary: You and Leigh have a special arrangement that gets disrupted when she finds out that you have been dating her friend, Becca.

Pairings: Leigh Shaw x NB!AMAB!Reader

Word Count: 6,749

WARNINGS:

18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!!

smut, gn!reader amab, powerbottom!leigh, fingering, dirty talk, fluff, agnst, car hookup, fantasies, teasing, foreplay, and creampie.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

“‘What is grief, if not love persevering?’” The nerdy grief counselor reads out to the group from his notebook. “How can we relate this line to ourselves and our own experiences with grief?” 

You sigh and look over to see that Leigh is just as unimpressed as you are with the new counselor. The one that usually led this group had to move to another state and so the organization has been trying to find a replacement. Unfortunately, the only people volunteering their time to help people with loss either haven’t experienced it themselves or are fresh out of college with psychology degrees they have no clue what to do with. You clear your throat and scratch behind your ear before you fake a phone call and leave the group. “I am so sorry, it’s my mother,” you excuse yourself as some regulars in the group try not to snicker. You walk out to your car and without much thought, you move it to a more secluded spot in the dark parking lot and swipe through a dating app as you wait.

Leigh knocks on your window a few minutes later. “I thought you wanted to give this guy a chance,” she says as she climbs on your lap. 

“I did, until he started quoting a comic book character,” you kiss her to trigger the physical response you needed in order to feel something other than the annoyance and the pain of your loss. She is grinding against your bulge to help you harden. It doesn't take you long, it's been almost a full week since the last time the two of you have met up for this since you went on a short trip with your friends. “You look very pretty in this dress by the way,” you compliment her as you dip your fingers in her panties to rub her clitoris. 

“Shut up,” she says, she thinks you only like it because of the easy access you'll have to her. But then again, that's why she chose to wear the dress in the first place. Leigh wasn't much for wearing dresses unless there was an occasion. Her mom was curious as she left the house and although this is the time Leigh normally attended the group, she began to wonder if her daughter was using that as a cover now and hoped that she was going on a date. You kiss as much of her exposed skin as you can while you finger Leigh and as much as she is enjoying the way your fingers know how to move, that's not what she is looking to penetrate her. She pulls your head up from her chest and kisses you hard. “Fuck me already,” she whispers impatiently. 

“Alright,” you say as you unzip your pants and pull out your dick. “So bossy,” you grumble as you penetrate her. “But fuck, I’m not complaining,” you grunt as soon as her warm walls envelope your thick cock. Leigh holds onto the seat as she rides you until she realizes that something is missing. 

“You have a condom on right?” She asks through breaths as she continues to move her body up and down on your lap. 

“Uh,” you try to figure out the best way to tell her that you don't have one on and the best way at the moment as your brain is clouded with lust is, “No.” 

She doesn't stop moving as she hits you upside your head. “Why not?!” 

“You told me to fuck you already. It's not a big deal, I'll pull out. Oooh this feels so good.” You say as you continue to meet your hips with hers. You start to kiss her body and get even more turned on when you realize she doesn't actually mind that you're fucking her raw. 

“Do you use them when you go on dates?” She asks as she slows down. Pregnancy wasn't her concern. She doesn't want to contract anything, she's gone this long without ever getting anything, she wants to continue that streak. 

“No,” you start out plainly just to mess with. This time she stops moving completely and looks at you with wide eyes. You break into a smile. “I don't sleep with my dates. It's only been you since we started this arrangement. I'm clean, I promise. I got tested weeks ago.” 

Leigh sighs as she wraps her arms around the back of the seat. You move your hands from her thighs to her ass. “Don’t scare me like that again, it's not funny.” She moves her hips in a small circle motion and you moan as you tip your head back as you promise not to do that again. With your neck exposed to her, Leigh does something she never really does. She leans in and starts to softly kiss your neck until she reaches a spot that depending on the shirt you'll be wearing after this, may or may not hide the mark she is about to leave. 

As you feel her sucking on your skin you start to pound into her as you're getting so close to finishing. “How close are you?” You ask as you pick up the pace.

“Almost… almost there,” she pants out as she grips onto you. 

“Where should I…?” you ask as you feel the build up of your impending climax. The answer that Leigh almost gives, surprises her and puts her over the edge as she imagines the way it would feel like to have your cock pulsing inside of her, filling her up with your semen. It's been so long since she's felt that. It was a surprisingly extremely rare occasion with her husband. Since he didn't want kids and was on and off depression medication they rarely had sex without a condom and even if they did, he almost never came because the medicine made it difficult for him. As she orgasms her walls clench around you almost as if they were trying to milk you. Her body is tempted to feel your release in full as she has felt you cum inside of her a few times with the condom on. But she wasn't going to feel it tonight. She pulls herself off of your cock, impressed that you held off your release and she grabs a napkin from the passenger's seat, you typically ate something on the way to the meetings. She covers the tip of your penis and uses her other hand on the base to help you cum. You groan as you empty into her hand. 

“I'll see you later,” she kisses your cheek and exits your car. 

Later that month, Leigh is meeting with Becca for tea before Leigh’s next class. The young widow is still teaching at her mother's women's health studio and Becca attends a class when she can to stay fit and stay connected with Leigh. The two have grown closer as Leigh finally started to let people in, slowly but surely, and Becca has learned to respect Leigh's need for space. 

“So, I've been seeing someone,” Becca starts as she stirs her tea slowly with an anxious smirk as she tries to contain her excitement. 

“Really?” Leigh is surprised, she didn't know that Becca was dating. 

“Yeah,” Becca starts and waits for Leigh to press for more information and once she does, Becca's act falls apart as she spills all of her secrets. “So, you know Y/n, from group? That guy that lost his mom? He's also in some indie band that in my opinion is totally underrated and-” 

“Isn’t Y/n nonbinary?” Leigh cuts Becca off, she didn't like it when people misgendered others, especially not when it's you. 

“Yes! Oh shit, did I say 'he'? Damnit,” she shakes her head. “I’m sorry, I'm still learning this whole gender and pronouns thing. Anyway it's Y/n. We've been on a few dates lately and I think it could turn into something. That's if I don't screw it up. Ugh, I hope I don't. I really like him- them! I like them.” Becca hangs her head. “I swear, I'm not doing this on purpose.”

Leigh remains quiet as she processes this information. She had your tongue inside of her just this morning when she accidentally broke a rule and spent the night at your place. Now she's finding out that you're dating her friend? “It’s fine, I think. I don't know. My sister knows more about it than I do. She says that some people don't mind the mess ups as long as you respect their preferences and don't use the wrong pronouns intentionally.” Leigh says to comfort the girl sitting across from her, giving herself a hard time. 

“Ok,” Becca relaxes her shoulders. “But um yeah, what do you think? Is it bad that I'm going out with them? I mean, yeah, we sort of met at the group but we didn't start talking until we matched on a dating app. I completely didn't recognize them on their profile until we met in person.” Leigh asks if you recognized her on the app and Becca laughs. “They did! They said that's why they felt comfortable asking me out like an hour after we matched and they thought I recognized them too. We had a laugh about it. They're really great, I think the two of you would get along if you wanted more friends.” 

Leigh plasters on a fake smile as she tries to ignore the pain this conversation is causing her. She cannot believe that you started to date Becca without telling her when you knew the two of them are friends. “How long have you been going out?” 

“Oh we’ve been going on what he calls 'intentional dates' once a week every week this month but we hang out all of the time. Except when either of us is busy, which they tend to be. But it's okay, they send me cute messages when we're apart. We haven't been physical yet though, we kiss a lot but when I try to make it more, he stops anything from happening. Oh no, you don't think he might be gay do you?” She has a hand over her chest as she worries about what the lack of a physical connection could mean.

Leigh shakes her head as she sips her tea. “No, I'm sure they're trying to be respectful. I mean, your husband died while serving in the military and they have a band that hardly anyone has ever heard of. It can be intimidating,” she reassures her friend while subtly correcting her. Leigh wonders how often Becca messes up when it comes to how you identify. Leigh never fucks that up and doesn't know how people do. Right now, she can't even figure out what you see in this girl. Sure, Leigh knows you're dating around. But as far as she knew, they were meaningless dates that never got anywhere. She didn't consider what it would be like if you actually found someone that you were interested in. Leigh picks up her phone and sends a risky photo she has been debating for sometime on whether or not she should ever send it to you and adds the message, I need you tonight.

“You are so right, Leigh. They don’t know about how bad my marriage was before my husband died. Maybe I should make the first move!” Becca suggests and that sends images to Leigh’s head that upsets her. She doesn’t want to share you with her. She doesn’t want to share you with anyone. Especially since the two of you have been talking about maybe having more sex without a condom. She wanted to feel you coming inside of her but now she can’t have that if you’re seeing someone exclusively. She probably can’t have you at all if you continue to date Becca. Then Becca gets a message and her grin disappears. “Awe bummer, they canceled our date for tonight,” she frowns. 

“Oh no, did they say why?” Leigh sips her tea as she poorly hides her enjoyment. 

“Yeah, they have band practice. They’re going to let me know when they can reschedule.” She sets her phone on the table. “You don’t think they might be pulling away because they’re intimidated by my dead husband right?”

Leigh shakes her head, “Becca, you’re overthinking it. Have they ever given you reason to worry they’re not being truthful?” 

“No,” Becca says as she thinks about it for a moment. “Well, other than the mark he had on our first date. It was like right here and I thought it was a hickey but he said he got it when wrestling with one of their bandmates.” 

Leigh clenches her jaw as she remembers making that mark. How could you lie to her friend like that? To someone who is so trusting and sees the best in people. Then she gets a reply from you stating that you’re free tonight and will make dinner so they have something to eat after. The both of you know it’s against the rules to share a meal so close to having sex. Since the arrangement was friends with benefits, it wasn’t against the rules to share a meal and they have shared many friendly meals. She has even had you over for a meal with her mom and sister a few times. But when it was shared after having sex at night, it left the option of her falling asleep and spending the night again. Which she already did last night. After the first time that happened and she woke up comfortable and in your arms, she freaked out and didn't talk to you for two weeks and that's when it became a rule. It has only happened a couple times since but you always make sure you're up before she is. 

Leigh knows she's breaking many rules with that picture and request, and she knows that you know it as well. The fact that you don't seem to mind it at all gives Leigh a warm feeling inside. She is the person you would rather spend your time with. “What’s that smile for? Do you have a hot date tonight?” Becca asks as she finishes her tea. 

“What?” Leigh breaks from her thoughts and drops her smile. “No, I just, no. Um look at the time, we better get to the studio. I'm the instructor, I can't be late to my own class.” Leigh gathers her things and Becca follows as she gets ready to leave as well. 

When Leigh arrives at your apartment, she is wearing the sexiest outfit she could find in her sister's closet. Jules was more than happy to lend the outfit and bit her tongue in asking too many questions, she was having fun dressing her sister up. It was another rule broken. Never dress up for sex. It's just sex, come as you are. She was starting to worry that she has broken too many rules by now. No more than one meeting within 48-hours. No sleepovers, unless absolutely necessary. No nudes. No meals together after sex. No jealousy. No preventing the other from getting into a relationship, unless absolutely necessary. No feelings, just sex. But the look you have when you open that door says it all. You don't care about the rules anymore. She wonders if you ever have. 

Leigh greets you with a kiss, it's slow and deep. Unusual to the heated rushed ones you're used to. But you don't mind the change. “I have to say, that picture was quite the surprise,” you start as you guide her to the bedroom. 

“So was your tongue this morning,” Leigh says as she bites her lip. “I thought you deserved a gift as a thank you.” 

You hum, “Well, I didn't need one but it is very appreciated.” You walk her towards the bed with your hands on her hips. “You look stunning tonight, you rule breaker,” you have your lips on her neck as the two of you fall on the bed. 

Leigh lets out a soft giggle in acknowledgement. “You noticed?”

“Of course I noticed, you practically gave me an exam on the rules before the first time we slept together. Well… technically the second time. The first time was an oopsy that got us to the rules.” You lightly remind her as you continue to kiss her body. You love her tastes and her sounds and the way she knows your body like no one ever has before. “What drove you to this?” 

“Don't worry about it, let's just focus on making each other feel good,” Leigh says as she reaches between the two of you to stroke your cock. You don't argue or question her. You rock your hips into her hand until you have to pull away from her to undress. Leigh rises from the bed as you sit next to her and start pulling your pants down. Once your shirt is off, Leigh stands in front of you and when you're not paying attention to her she lifts your chin with her finger. “Watch me,” she says as she kisses your lips. 

You are surprised by her again. Leigh starts to do a little strip tease for you. Pulling her clothing off slower than she ever has before. The way she sways her body around and removes the clothing is unpracticed and a little goofy but you don't laugh, you sit there and stroke your penis as you watch her. You lick your lips as you think about being inside of her again. There isn't anything else on your mind but being with Leigh right now. 

However, Leigh is stressing herself out. She can't tell if you're enjoying her little routine or if you think she is being ridiculous. She rushes the ending of her little performance, thinking what Becca might do in this situation. She isn't sure, she doesn't know if Becca would be a slow and patient lover or a fast paced “let's get this over with” lover. Maybe she has kinks and fetishes. Maybe she's vanilla… Leigh can be pretty vanilla. Did you like that? Did you find her boring? Is that why you continue to date even though you have a sexual relationship with her? “Fuck, that was hot,” you whisper as she presses her naked body to yours, breaking her from her spiraling thoughts. You crawl back further on the bed, pulling her with you, and lean against the headboard. “I should have woken you up with a morning cunnilingus ages ago if this is the thanks I would've gotten,” you kiss her and Leigh smiles for a second until she reminds herself why she is acting this way. 

Leigh is on a mission to make you see that you don't need Becca when you have her. No feelings. The rules echo in her head. This is just sex and friendship, nothing more. She tries to remind herself. At the moment she can't figure out how she ended up in this arrangement in the first place. Maybe it was something to do with that thing Becca mentioned to her about being touch starved. Maybe it was finding out that Matt had an emotional affair with his colleague. She could blame the arrangement on being a young widow and not wanting to give her heart to someone yet. Gosh she was a broken record lately. No wonder you were looking for something or more so someone more stable. 

Your lips bring her back to the moment as you travel her body. “You’re so beautiful,” the compliment warns her heart, you don't normally compliment her so much. And under different circumstances, she might have left and not called you for a week but she loves how soft you're being with her right now. She hadn't realized how sweet you are until the thought of losing you started to become a reality. 

“Let’s take it slow tonight,” she whispers as she lets go of the manic energy she came in with. 

“Okay,” you caress her cheek as you agree. She leans into your touch as you do. You move your fingers under her chin and guide her into a slow kiss. She melts against you as your lips move together. You swiftly move the two of you so that you're on top of her. “Lay on your stomach,” you say. Leigh makes a face. “Just trust me.” 

“Alright,” she flips onto her stomach and pulls the pillows under her arms to prop herself up comfortably. The mattress creeks as you leave the bed to retrieve the massage oil and Leigh lifts her head up. “What are you doing?” 

“I’m going to give you a massage,” you say as you return with the oil. You straddle her legs, your cock laying against her soft bottom, rubbing the oil on your hands before you start to spread it in her back. You are slow and careful with where you apply pressure. Leigh has never been given a massage as part of sex before and she wasn't sure how she felt about it yet. She couldn't deny that it felt good though, you really seemed to know what you were doing. As you rub her shoulders, you start to kiss her neck and as you move your hands lower, your lips and body follow. 

You take a moment to rub and massage her butt cheeks then move onto her thighs. She started to hum as her body was a little sore from the classes she had to teach earlier. Leigh hadn't realized how much she needed this massage until she had your magic hands on her. Then as you're rubbing the back of her thigh, she feels your tongue inside of her and she lifts her head up again in surprise. She had gotten so lost in the other sensations that she forgot for a moment what the two of you were doing. 

You only move your tongue inside of her for a minute or two before you return your focus to the massage. “Lay on your back now,” you say as you are now standing in front of the bed. Leigh flips over again, relaxing into the mattress in a way she never has before. You grab her left foot and start kneading it with your thumbs, following it with circular motions. Leigh wasn't someone that liked her feet touched in a sexual context but it's been forever since she's had a foot massage and the way you were doing it surprisingly wasn't turning her off. She's grateful when you don't kiss her feet. 

You grab the towel you had brought with you and wipe the excess oil off of your hands. You crawl your way back up Leigh's body, stopping for a moment to kiss her pussy. You trace patterns on her skin with your tongue that send chills up her spine. She worries that it's about her too much and that she isn't doing anything to pleasure you but her thoughts leave her mind again as you latch your mouth on her breast with your fingers inside of her. She moves her hands from her sides to touch you as you continue to make her feel everything. She starts with running her fingers through your hair. It was longer than when she met you since you wanted to grow it out this year. She wasn't sure how this length would look on you but as it's grown, she hasn't had a single complaint. Then as your mouth moves across her chest, her hands move down your back. She can't massage you nearly as well as you had done for her but she does what she can and you appreciate the effort. 

When you're done paying attention to her breasts, you pull your fingers out of Leigh. You trace her lips with the coated fingertips until you dip them in her mouth and she licks them clean. Your dick twitches at the sight. You kiss her on the mouth as you line yourself up at her entrance. You move the head of your penis up and down between her wet folds to prolong the action and then you reach for the condom on the nightstand. 

“No,” Leigh stops you as she covers your hand with hers. “I don't want anything between us tonight,” she says. Always wear a condom, no matter what. 

You nod, “Okay.” 

You press into her entrance slowly and it's like she's feeling you for the first time. Like really feeling you. Not just riding you to get her climax. This isn't a drunken decision like the actual first time. This isn't just something that the two of you are doing to pass the time. This is real. The two of you are making love. This isn't fucking. This isn't just sex. It's slow and intimate and passionate. It's something that she wants for as long as she can have you. Leigh doesn't want to lose you to some other girl. 

As the two of you make love, she decides that she isn't going to be afraid anymore. She is going to tell you how she feels about this arrangement and she hopes that you'll feel the same. As she gets closer to her climax her mind is wiped clean, not a thought haunts her as she chants, “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” over and over again. Anticipating her walls squeezing your penis so close to your own orgasm, you start to pull away from her, planning on having her finish on your mouth. But Leigh has other plans as you pull away, she locks her legs around your back, keeping you inside of her. 

“Leigh, I won’t be able to hold off,” you warn her. 

She kisses your mouth, “It’s okay, I want you inside.” Her words trigger the two of you to share the most euphoric orgasms either of you has ever had in your lives. You've never released inside of someone without a condom before and the feeling was like nothing you've ever experienced before. As for Leigh, she is enjoying every pulse of your penis as you empty your balls into her. 

“Fuck, Leigh. What's gotten into you?” You pant out the question with a laugh as the two of you calm down. Once you start to soften, you pull out and roll next to her. Leigh is quick to roll on top of you, laying against your chest as you catch your breath. 

“Nothing, just a thank you,” she replies as she snuggles against you. Holding you as close as she can. No cuddles or snuggles or any physical touch unless it's related to sex. Leigh tries to get her brain working again so she can tell you how she feels but she's also enjoying being in your presence and relaxing in the moment. 

Unfortunately, there isn't a lot of time before your phone starts going off. You grab it from the nightstand and sigh with a frown. “I’m sorry, Leigh. I have to take this.” You kiss her on the lips while you pull away from her. Leigh wraps herself in your blanket as she watches you leave the room. You hop on one foot at a time as you put your basketball ball shorts on and answer the phone. “Hey cutie, what's up? Yeah, it's going great. Yeah, I'm sorry I couldn't tonight. But maybe we can do something tomorrow night?” You say as you walk away. 

Leigh scoffs, she couldn't believe what she was overhearing. You had just came inside of her and you were making plans with Becca. Bubbly, positive, happy, pretty Becca. Not complicated and upfront with her feelings, Becca. Perfect widow, Becca. She gets out of the bed as she becomes blind with rage. She feels so used. Clearly breaking the rules wasn't enough to keep your attention. You still wanted her and not Leigh. 

She angrily grabs her clothes off of the floor and when you return she is almost fully dressed. “What's wrong, Leigh?” You say as you notice how upset she is. 

“You!” she snaps. 

“What?” Leigh storms past you and you follow her. “Leigh, talk to me, please.” You try to get ahead of her before she can get to the door but the apartment is small and she has it swung open before you can push it closed. “Leigh, please, tell me what I did wrong!” You beg as you continue to chase her. It didn't make any sense, she was holding onto you. She let you cum inside of her. She sent you that picture. She was so happy five seconds ago. It couldn't have been the call, you've taken them a couple times before. One time she even answered the phone for you and sucked you off while you chatted with the girl. This doesn't make any sense. 

“You had to start dating my best friend! Didn't you? What? One widow wasn't enough to have on your roster? You had to have two?” She shouts as she spins in front of you. 

“Oh shit,” you stand there dumbly as you realize she knows about Becca. “Leigh, I'm sorry. I didn't think it would be a big deal. And best friend? Really?” She narrows her eyes at you. 

“So not the point,” she starts through gritted teeth as she stops and spins to look at you, “she is still my friend. That's so low of you to put in this position!”

“Shit,” you shut your eyes as you understand where she's coming from now. “Leigh, please, come inside and let's talk about this.”

“Are you going to stop seeing her?” 

“What?”

“It’s a simple yes or no question. Are you going to stop seeing Becca?” She asks again. 

“I don't know,” you deflate. “Becca is the first person, other than you, who seems to get me. We connect well and she's sweet and considerate and goofy and if I'm honest, I kind of like hanging out with her. It's not easy dating these days.” 

“Do you want to get serious with her?” Leigh asks. 

You haven't really given it much thought. You were just enjoying your time with Becca right now. In a similar way you were enjoying your time with Leigh. “I don't know,” you shrug. “Maybe? But what do you care?”

“What do I care? Do you really think I'm so heartless?” Leigh says back. “I care because I’m in love with you! You fucking idiot!” Leigh freezes and her angry expression drops as her blood runs cold in her body. She doesn't give you a moment to respond or even process. Leigh gets in her car and leaves. This time, you don't chase after her. 

Leigh knew she wanted an exclusive relationship but she didn't know how deep her feelings ran. Is she ready to be in love with someone? She isn't sure. Not after the rollercoaster that was Matt and his secrets. You and her were a secret and you kept it so well. Can she even trust you? Do you trust her?

Her phone ringing snaps her out of her thoughts for a second. She knows it's you. She can't answer. This is not an easy situation by any means and she needs to distance herself from you. Figure out how she really feels and maybe you will do the same. There's a chance she could lose you for good. Lose you to Becca. But that could be a good thing for both of you. 

Your phone calls don't stop for the rest of the night. The next day it's text messages and the day after, it's nothing. You finally go silent and Leigh is both relieved and terrified. She has no idea what you're thinking right now. She has no idea how you feel. She cannot believe she said those words to you. What was she thinking? She wasn't. 

The next week she receives a few messages from you, asking to talk, but she never responds. Leigh isolates herself from everyone she knows just in case you try to go to them to get to her. She doesn't hang out with Becca because she cannot stand to hear how great things are between the two of you. Or how horrible things are. Either way, she doesn't want to know. When her mom and Jules try to ask her what's wrong, she avoids the subject and they figure that she's having another “Matt episode” and they leave her be. 

Leigh decides to visit her husband's grave and think about the life they could have had. Would she be in his arms right now while he thought of another woman? Would he have left her for this woman? Or was it a crush that would have faded? Would he ever come around to the idea of kids? Or would that have been their breaking point? Did they get married too young? Did they move too fast? She has so many unanswered questions about their relationship, and he isn't here to help her figure them out. Not that him being here would have been much help. There are so many questions surrounding you and instead of talking to you, she's hoping that ghosting you will keep you away. 

Another week goes by and this time she doesn't hear from you at all. More silence. But there is no peace in it. She can't keep going like this. She wants to call you but she's scared. At least this way, the only person that gets hurt is her. You and Becca can be living happily ever after with each other and she will try to find something simple and easy. The weekend that her mom is away at a retreat and Jules is spending the night at her current girlfriends house, Leigh invites Drew to go out. She drinks and dances and flirts until she finds someone to go home with. It gets hot and heavy and she sloppily makes out with this person, trying to get their clothes off. Except, it doesn't go past the intense kissing because she breaks down into tears. She falls apart in the strangers apartment and they are nice enough to allow her the space to let it out. She ends up passing out there and they let Leigh sleep it off in their bed and they move to the coach. They drop her off at her house early the next morning. 

“Leigh,” your voice is broken and you wake to her slamming the car door shut. Leigh’s face is a mess from sleeping and crying in her makeup but that's not what you're thinking when you set your eyes on her.  You startle her as she climbs the porch steps. “Oh,” you say as you put two and two together. Leigh's hair and outfit are all out of sorts and you remember seeing her like that after a night with you. “Okay then, I'm clearly wasting my time here,” you rise and stretch your stiff limbs, sore from sleeping next to the front door, and wipe yourself off. “I’m sorry, I'll leave you alone.”

Leigh watches you in shock, you're standing in front of her. You're a mess and you're here. She has images in her head of what you would look like by now. Clean and happy and waking up to a nice warm breakfast with Becca. Not here. Not waiting for her all night. “What are you doing here?” The words come out harder than intended and she wants to rewind but it's too late. 

You scoff, “Making a fool of myself, clearly.” You start to walk away but Leigh reaches for your wrist to stop you and you do. It's been far too long without her touch and even this little bit is more than enough to get you to fall apart. 

“I’m sorry, I panicked,” she says in a small voice with her head down. You sigh as you fight against your better judgment. She has a hold on you that you didn't realize was there until you almost lost it. Or maybe you have lost it. You don't know yet. “I’m not good at this. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do.”

You aren't sure if she means that she's not good at ending things or if she's not good at fixing them. You look over at your car and think about the night you ended things with Becca. You still weren't certain if you felt the same way about Leigh or if you had those feelings for Becca so you had to see for yourself. You continued to talk with her after the whole thing with Leigh but you kept your distance. Then you finally took her on a date, ready to end the night in bed with her but throughout the evening you noticed how you had to force yourself to continue a conversation or even pay attention to one of her stories. It was natural with Leigh. When you tried to sneak a taste of her food she got weird and territorial about it, surprisingly Leigh never did. Whatever you thought you had with Becca before Leigh's confession was gone and you realized that the only person you wanted to be with was Leigh. So when you dropped Becca off at her apartment and she tried to kiss you, you stopped her and told her that you had a complicated thing with someone else and that you couldn't continue with Becca anymore. She took it very hard. She was in tears and she couldn't believe that you had strung her along the way you did. You tried to tell her it wasn't like that but it didn't do any good. It was hard to end things with her but it was what was best for the both of you. 

Now you have to work it out with Leigh. Well, either you work it out or you have to let her go. “Just talk to me, Leigh. You tell me that you love me and then you run away. I've been worried sick for weeks and you wouldn't talk to me!” You pull your wrist out of her grasp and pace between her and the front door. Pulling on your already messy hair. “Then I come here and wait all night for you to let me in and you're off fucking someone else!” You stop in front of Leigh with red eyes and tears at the brim. “Am I stupid for being here?”

“No,” Leigh says as a wave of sadness hits her. Her lips quiver and she drops her shoes to grab your shirt to pull you close to her. “No, you're not stupid. I'm so sorry,” you let her lean against you, but you don't wrap your arms around her yet. Leigh sighs, happy to feel you again. “Gosh, I've missed you,” she whispers into your chest. “I didn't have sex with that person. I tried to but I didn't want to. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ghosted you. I should have stayed. I'm sorry. Is it too late?” She pulls back enough to look at you. 

Looking in her eyes, she is being sincere and vulnerable and you've never fallen for anyone harder than you are right now. You know that things won't always be easy with Leigh. But she is worth it. You wrap your arms around her and bring her into a warm embrace. You feel your heartbeat against you and it heals the cracks in your heart. “No, it's not too late.” You hold her. “But I do think we need to start over.”

“Okay, yeah,” she nods and sniffles. “Whatever you want. I'll do it. I just want to be with you,” she holds you tighter. 

“I just want to be with you,” you say as you step back and pull her into a passionate kiss. It didn’t matter to you that she had a bad morning breath with a hint of whatever alcohol she consumed the night before. And your morning breath didn’t affect her either. In fact, she wanted more of you. But you pull away before she can deepen the kiss and rest your forehead against hers. “Will you let me take you out on a proper date, Leigh Shaw?” 

“Yes, I will,” the two of you kiss again.

The End.

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anything with leigh 😍 perhaps hiking with her and having a little make out sesh

I made it a nature trail walking thing because I don't like hiking lmaooo I'm just a lump bUT uh.. here's an actual full fic instead of a blurb, you're so welcome. This is fully unedited though so if you see typos, no you don't

leigh shaw x reader; the nature walk was your idea, playing hide and seek was Leigh's. Maybe the two of you get a little carried away, but what's important is you left no footprints. words: 2.5k

warnings: 18+ only; smut, make out sesh turned sex in the woods; pet names (princess); fingering (r giving); nipple play; groping; a lot of hickies; really just... loving nature and Leigh

It was the perfect day for an afternoon walk. Autumn was finally settling in California, still warm enough during the day for shorts, but the air could get cold enough to need a sweatshirt— hence Leigh’s current outfit choice of black bike shorts and a light sweatshirt brandishing her gym’s logo. Simple, comfortable, and appropriate for your outdoor activity, there were at least ten other women you’d seen just today wearing the same thing, but Leigh was always the center of your attention. The trees and flowers you’d seen as you walked were beautiful, but each time she turned to you and smiled, excitedly pointing out something she wanted you to see, she eclipsed everything. 

So when Leigh beckoned you over again, you didn’t care that she was leading you slightly off the paved trail, only that she looked oh so happy with her improvised game. “Come find me!” 

She didn’t make herself hard to find, not when you could so clearly hear leaves crunching under her hurried footsteps or her barely muffled giggles behind the thick tree she chose to hide behind. Still you played along, calling out her name and searching around trunks you knew weren’t right. When you finally got to her hiding place, you caged her in quickly, arms planting themselves on either side of her shoulders as she squeaked in surprise, “Caught you.”

Leigh let out a breathy laugh, her wide grin matching yours. “So you did. Good job,” You kissed her forehead, warm from her little run, but as you went to pull away Leigh held onto your shirt. “Wait a second, where are you going?”

Your brow furrowed as you looked around, sure that you were facing the right way back to the path, but Leigh stayed firmly planted against the tree. “Back to finish our walk, where else?”

“Stay here…” Leigh saw confusion flash across your face, even in pulling you back until you’d both be hidden behind the thick trunk to any passersby. She wouldn’t have thought it was your first time sneaking off somewhere, but either way, you were being awfully clueless about it and she thought it was adorable. “You’ve been staring at me.”

She said it like the fact it was; you couldn’t deny you’d had your eyes locked on her since she jogged out of her front door to your car a few hours ago. “I always stare at you.” You didn’t know where she was going with this, but her arms were wrapping around your waist and when she finally got you against her, you could smell the light florals of her perfume. Better than any of the various flowers the two of you had sniffed today, hands down.

“I think it’s cute that you stare, especially when you get that silly little smile on your face. I can practically see the hearts in your eyes sometimes… I like it.” She was biting her lip in the way that always made you want to do it for her instead, but this time she was very clearly staring at your own mouth. “Kiss me.” 

“W-What?” There wasn’t anyone else around, most likely wouldn’t be as the sun started to set a few minutes prior, but it didn’t matter. Suddenly Leigh’s hide and seek plan clicked in your head; she wanted you alone. Here. In the woods. “But we’re outside—”

Leigh ended up closing the distance first, impatience spurring her into action. She’d wanted to kiss you since she first caught you staring at her ass while she bent over a cactus bush; you’d tried to avert your eyes, to pretend like you were looking at something else, but the plain rock on the ground you had your attention on didn’t fool her at all. It took you a second to get over your shock and kiss her back, but once you did, there was no stopping. If it was anyone else, maybe you’d be able to reason your way back to the car or make a case for continuing this at home, but not with Leigh. You had to have her whenever she let you, even if that meant pressing her against rough bark in a public park hidden away as if you two were horny teenagers. 

“You just look so beautiful, I can’t help but stare.” You pulled away to let Leigh breathe, but your mouth continued on, trailing along her jawline until you were sucking a mark in the hollow behind her ear. She moaned something soft, letting her head fall back and exposing her pale neck to your onslaught. Satisfied with your first mark, you ducked your head down and raked your teeth over the column of her throat, beginning a whole new pattern of kisses, only stopping whenever you decided some new space needed a hickey. 

She’d have to cover them eventually; the brunette hadn’t seen them, but she could very well feel that pleasurable sting and was well accustomed to hiding the tiny bruises you insisted on leaving each time you laid a hand on her. Leigh didn’t mind them, not at all, but she hated fielding questions and the deep red splotches that you left always rose some. “Jules is going to laugh at me again if she sees me come home with a bunch of hickeys around my neck…”

You chuckled at that, thinking of the ongoing bet you had with her sister of how many questions it took to make Leigh grumpy; it never took many when she started teasing her older sister about her relationship. “You’re the one who brought me over here, asking me to kiss you. What am I supposed to do?” 

“Just…” Leigh shuddered as she felt your tongue lave over each abused spot, the lingering saliva cooling on her quickly in the chilled air, “Just this.” Your lips collided again, Leigh catching your bottom lip between her teeth to leave a mark of her own. She wouldn’t be the only one walking back to the car with evidence of your make out session. You let her lead for a moment, let her slide her tongue over yours, the rough surface coming to soothe the tiny cut you’d suffered from her teeth. 

Instinct drove your hand under the hem of her sweatshirt, your open palm gliding easily up overheated skin. At first when you felt her sports bra, you were content to grope her over it, pleased with her quickened breaths and tiny moans, but after a while it was no longer enough. The stretchy material gave way with a rough pull, pushing the material higher up her chest and leaving her free to your touch. 

“O-Oh..!” Leigh felt exposed, even with the sweatshirt still covering her; if anyone did spot them they wouldn’t see anything, but the thought of being caught in such a compromising position sent a blush up her cheeks. She’d be lying if she said it wasn’t hot though. Her thighs rubbed together as you toyed with her nipples between your fingers, both of your hands now cupping her full breasts. “Fuck…” 

You could feel her start to squirm against you, hips bucking up as she shifted in place and struggled to stay upright. Deviously you parted her legs with one of your own, pressing your thigh into her pelvis just to have her groan heavily into your mouth. “You have got to stop making those noises.”

“Or what?” Quick fingers pinched her sensitive buds at her cheeky question and Leigh was equally quick to cry out, having stopped caring about any passersby. 

“Or,” This time when you pulled back it was only your mouth, hands still glued to her chest where she pushed up against your palms for more. Her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide as she stared up at you through heavy lids. “I’ll have to fuck you right here in the woods, where anyone can see you.” 

To your surprise, Leigh whined, her hips grinding down on your thigh. She’d never striked you as someone who’d be down for sex in such an open area, but then again, you’d never asked. “Oh, would you like that?” She hesitated just for a second, doing her own sweep back and forth or the surrounding area before nodding, flinging her arms around your neck to drag you back in for another kiss. 

This one was different, hungrier, more insistent, as Leigh settled with her decision. “Please… I don’t want to wait..” She hadn’t expected to be so turned on from such a frivolous side quest, but the more you touched her, the longer the two of you spent out here locked in your passionate embrace, the more Leigh needed you right then. 

“Fuck, Leigh. Okay,” This woman was going to be your downfall; you were content enough to spend the afternoon gazing longingly at her, more than satisfied to kiss her for a while even, but you’d never expected the pure pride you’d feel in Leigh Shaw practically begging you to fuck her right in this moment. Not that your sex life was extremely vanilla, but you never could’ve fathomed her wanting this. You flicked at her nipples as she rocked herself on your thigh insistently, clearly having found some satisfying position with how she gasped and held tight to your shoulders. “You’re so sensitive, baby, and always so responsive… I’ve barely touched you.”

You were right of course, you hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary, but something about today set Leigh off perfectly. She was thankful you didn’t mind how quickly she’d gotten worked up; you always were one to appreciate seemingly all of her, “Well I’d very much like it if you touched me more.” 

“Your wish is my command,” Taking her statement for the push ahead that it was, you let one of your hands drop to her abdomen, blunt nails just lightly scratching over her belly to watch her shiver. “I bet you’re already so wet, aren’t you, princess? Couldn’t wait until we got home because you got so needy over just a few little kisses?” You skirted over the hem of her shorts while you spoke, fingers snapping the elastic back on her as she hid her face in your chest. Your other hand fell and rounded her hips, grabbing at her ass and tugging Leigh up until she got the hint to wrap her legs around you. 

Here she was sandwiched between you and the tree, her sweatshirt protecting her back from any unwelcome scratches. She didn’t mind the position at all, until you guided one of her hands away from you and to the thick fabric, instructing her to pull the front to her sternum and hold it. Now her upper half really was laid bare, but you were too busy staring to notice her worried expression. “I can’t just-”

“‘Course you can.. Just keep your hand right there and let me see you.” The hand that left her backside was already pushing past the barrier of her shorts and underwear, your turn to groan as you found her well and truly soaked. “I thought you didn’t mind being out here where anyone could find us.”

Your mouth descended on her like a woman starved, exploring the newly exposed blank canvas for you to mark up at will— these Leigh was less concerned about because no one but you would ever spot them. A teasing finger rolled over her neglected clit as your tongue captured a cold-hardened nipple and Leigh nearly shouted, the duel sensations sending shocks through every nerve. “Fine.. be quick about it then…”

Leigh felt your grin curl over her goosebumps skin and when she looked down, the pair of mischievous eyes she caught had her regretting what she’d said. “So demanding today, really living up to that princess title! I’ll make you cum in no time, but once I get you home, you’re going to let me take my time with you. Deal?”

Taking your time sounded innocent enough, but Leigh knew better. You’d keep her up for hours, on edge with no hope of relief until you decided you wanted it. She didn’t hate it by any means, but clearly she tended to be impatient and you loved whenever you could force her to wait. But you were circling her entrance now, pushing in just to your first knuckle before pulling out and it was driving her insane. If you were going to make her hold off later, she might as well take what she wanted now. “Deal! Please just make me cum, stop teasing!” 

It was such a desperate little plea from the beautifully disheveled woman currently dripping onto your hand, but Leigh hated sounding whiny so whenever she was you knew she truly couldn’t help it. “Needy little thing…” You pushed two fingers into her with minimal resistance, tight walls welcoming you as she instantly began rocking herself against them. Falling into sync was like clockwork, your thrusts meeting hers each time she pressed down. 

Kissing her again was a necessity, needing to feel each whimper and whine against your tongue. The scratchy material of your t-shirt rubbed over her chest each time she bucked into you, an unexpected stimulation that only added fuel to how naughty this all felt. By the time your thumb started tight circles over her swollen clit, she was panting into your mouth, eyes screwed shut and completely unable to keep up with your dominating lips. “I’m close…” 

“Yeah?” Her admission only had you pistoning your fingers faster, the wet sounds of her cunt just barely covered by the rustling of leaves under your feet. You curled your digits at just the right angle, watching as Leigh relentlessly fucked herself on your hand. “Go on, cum for me, sweetheart.”

She had just enough presence of mind to bury her mouth in the crook of your neck as she let go, muffling her screams as her hips jerked and twisted frantically. You held her secure enough that she wouldn’t fall, fucking her through her high until she finally started to settle. As she caught her breath, you righted her shorts and bra, pulling her sweatshirt back into place until Leigh could pass for someone who’d simply run a long sprint instead of having had a loud orgasm just off a nature path. 

Kissing her this time was soft and innocent, your thumbs smoothing over her pink cheeks until she finally opened her eyes. “You alright? The tree didn’t hurt you?” 

Leigh shook her head no, letting her legs down only to instantly start crumbling. You caught her in a flash, careful to support her even as you pulled her upright. “I feel great, but apparently that means not walking for a bit.” It wasn’t fully dark out, still easy enough to see your surroundings; waiting for a few minutes wouldn’t be a problem, but Leigh had other plans. “Carry me to the car?”

You gave her a once over, all shaky legs and flushed face, wide eyes gazing up at you in hopes of convincing you into another favor. Leigh was a capable individual and there was no reason she couldn’t make it the fairly short distance back to the car; you both knew this. You also knew you couldn’t resist those pretty eyelashes and pouty lips. Rolling your eyes, you turned around, motioning for her to climb on your back. “Hop on, princess. If you think wobbly knees are the worst of your problems, just wait until we’re home. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.”

The brunette hopped on before you could change your mind, plastering herself against you as you started the walk back to the parking lot. “Whatever you say, heart eyes.”

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Toxic Cowardice

Line Prompt: 1. “What makes you think I don’t care?” 2. “The way you speak to me? The fact that you don’t reach out, you never ask me how I’m doing, and you just do whatever it is that best suits you.”

Pairing: Leigh Shaw x Reader

A/N: This is my first Leigh story, I just want to try her and this line prompt seems like it suits her…I just hope she’s not too out of character

Word Count: 904

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You slowly stir from your position, hand searching for your phone before you can even open your eyes. The cold material startled you a bit, making your eyes open albeit groggily. You open it to see the messages and found none, you sighed, turning it off before throwing it lightly on the bed

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believe me

Pairing: Leigh Shaw x Reader

Summary: Leigh finds herself enjoying a festive night with someone than being alone, where believing doesn’t feel like false tale of hope.

Warning: (18+), fluff | 5k words

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A festive holiday bloom cheers around, thrusting shades of Christmas merriments unto faces and places, pestering some into spitting verses that wakes their spirits than leave them in their own tranquillity. Jiggle bells chimes piercingly, overplayed music made jaded by radios and people striving in their festive cheers.

And Leigh Shaw, who ironically, doesn’t hate the holiday, but rather preferred the tranquillity aspect of it.

The fragments where she was left alone in her own space, without anyone ushering her into sampling Christmas cookies or festive themed perfumes, without her mother urging her to try on another ugly sweater while her sister slips pass easily with an excuse of work, without pretending that she wasn’t still dodging the idea of Christmas after the last was spend without him, and another year marks that loneliness in her chest.

Though, she had moved on—but festive seasons left her in an indistinguishable state.

Despite that, she had accepted Drew’s invitation for his annual white elephant party. Her friend insisted her attendance as compulsory which left her scowling at the small Christmas themed paper bag that held a large scented candle.

It most definitely wasn’t taken from her mother’s vast collection of candles.

Thus, she found an escape in the kitchen. Hope bubbling in her chest that peace would remain in her own vacant space, and she could for few hours, ignore her required attendance for Drew’s party.

“Honey, can you grab those papers for me?” her mother’s voice resonates from somewhere in the house.

Leigh’s eyes darts around the kitchen and fell upon the stack of papers. “Are you leaving now?” she asked, already taking the steps ahead to take those papers to her mother.

Amy appeared by the kitchen entrance with a large beige tote bag hanging from her shoulder. “Yes, those children have long wishes for Santa Clause this year.”

While she was wallowing in her own pity, her mother had volunteer at a Christmas event made for an orphanage which became a reoccurrence deed after her parents’ divorce.

“And who’s breaking the news to them that Santa isn’t real?” her nose scrunches at that.

Amy crossed her arms with an offended look on her face at the supposed dreadful words of her daughter. “Maybe you could write a letter to Santa to help with that attitude.”

Thus, her mother snatched the stack of papers from her with a victorious smile plastered on her face at her daughter’s shocked face. Leigh doesn’t budge from where she stood, staring at her mother’s form leaving their shared house.

In the silence of her home, Leigh contemplated the idea. Those youthful Christmas evenings which were pleasant and calm. She was seven then, always rousing in anticipation at every sound of bells, aiding herself into being good as naughty children aren’t allowed to enjoy their gift. Though, the spark of mischief does flutter about.

Amy conceived the idea of writing to Jolly Saint Nick as a fun activity for their family. Leigh was beyond trilled at that young age, unaware of fictional versus reality, and only relishing in sheer innocence.

Of course, the sparks of such glee faded after her parents’ separation.

“Oh, fuck it,” she expressed bitterly. The heavy stump of her feet reverberates throughout their typical American home’s agile wooden frame.

Leigh asserted herself an unpredicted task. The white paper she found on her work desk, a pen that was laid on the floor, and an old envelope with a strange yellow tinge. And there, in the comfort of her room, she sat by her desk, tongue peak at the edge of her mouth as she wrote with an undeniable fury in mind.

The letter was written with an imaginal speed, alternating between glaring out the window at someone’s hired Santa Claus, then at the messily laid items on her desk and settling on the piece of paper again. She knew exactly what she wanted to inform the jolly man, from what she had seen in the recent years to that of a folk tale not granting the worthiest wishes.

“Yeah, we’ll see what you think after this!” she was certain at that hour, he would read the fury filled confessional letter and would understand the utmost fury in her chest.

By the time she was slipping the letter inside the enveloped, and gluing it shut, her phone vibrates with a text. It diverted her sheer focus on the significant task which wakes a frown on her face, eyebrows furrowed, and lips pursed tightly.

Leigh was pained at every night glowing from faux light and the morning brighten by the sunrise, and atmosphere so optimistic, that she approached it as the worst symptom. But the envelope holding a letter to a fictional person, those were the seconds where she wasn’t in utter sorrow.

She persevered her clear avoidance for a second longer, then reluctantly checks her phone. A message indicating as a friendly reminder for the party in an hour. The reminder itself fuel annoyance from within, as she sighed, grumbled under her breath and pushed away the mess on her desk out of frustration.

Unbeknownst to her, the letter written in her own privacy and encompassed with a fiery anger, and perfectly folded in a stained yellow envelope, had miraculously fell into the Christmas themed paper bag which was untidily tossed on the floor. It daunts her silently for whatever truth it might carry or perhaps, a letter written in spirits of silliness than sheer hatred.

Leigh monotonous movement paid no mind to the fallen items nor the thought of ensuring her white elephant gift was in perfect condition. She wanted—needed the obscurity of a celebration to end before other requests for her labour were made.

The evening was essentially meant for relaxing, but here she was, mingling as her friend said, and meeting acquaintances to inform of her very much alive state. Despite the whispers observing her sadly, as though her mild happy mask might fall and they would expect to witness the bite of a widow.

Leigh couldn’t place herself in that head space. At least. not for that night. She was uncomfortable herself, and still, she vetted the best way to converse with others and hope the night ends sooner.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” the teasing voice of her friend appeared at her side, and a large arm fell over her shoulder. “I told you. It’ll be fun!”

She held herself from spewing filthy phrases at Drew. “Hmm, very nice. I’m loving the attention for this month’s widow, by the way.”

Drew muffled a laughter, his hand failing at this attempt as he releases the amused sound. “Oh god, Leigh, even death can’t stop your humour.”

“Because death doesn’t stop people from talking, Drew,” Leigh pointed out. “Anyway, when are we starting this? I have the house to myself and I would like some peace before chaos break loose.”

And with that—a loud voice echoes through the hall room, interrupting heaps of conversation, and those snacking to their stomach’s content.

“I’m sorry! Traffic was shit and I’m exhausted. I really need a drink and we can start this.”

In the blooming sound, mixes of cheers and greetings, Leigh’s attention was drawn to their recently arrived guest. There was a certain flair, appearing so out of breath and tired, but carrying the conversation around in such a tranquillity. She wasn’t aware of who had roused such attention, but she was curious to know why.

“Hey, you’re late again,” Drew exclaimed, and hauls Leigh to where their mysterious guest was chatting away. “I told you what time and look at you, arriving fashionably late.”

An excused smile traces the curves of your lips. “Traffic, Drew. It’s horrible and I don’t get how any of you haven’t lost your mind yet,” you explained, then your gaze fell upon those narrowed eyes, a chartreuse shade that seemingly drew your attention closer.

“Leigh, meet my business partner—”

You interrupted Drew as your hand extended coyly in greeting, followed by, “Hi Leigh, I’m Y/n.”

There seemed to be a decided difference between you and Leigh, only kept obvious as she stared at your hand, then meet the gaze of her friend and nodded her head.

“Are we starting this?”

Drew doesn’t prolong the greeting. He understood from very early on that her friend’s patience wasn’t something to tease. Instead, he smoothly led his friend to the empty space on the couch. The party attendees crowd around the same area, eagerly awaiting to exchange their gifts with another.

Leigh situated herself among festive cheers. The overplayed Christmas songs in the background and shameless voices singing off-key, entirely buzzing from the holiday that she wanted to barf in her absolute angst phase.

An announced was made in commence of white elephant. The brief explanation consisted of;

“On this beautiful evening, we are gathered here together. To share our warm embrace, our love and our appreciate. We have our special gifts under the tree. My handsome husband would pass the hat filled with number chits, so everyone picks one. Just one, don’t get greedy! Once that’s done, we’ll start calling out the numbers and you would get your amazing white elephant gift.”

Murmurs around enlightened her, the transparency of those only arousing for gifts more than the celebration of being together. It irks her as they chatted about a thousand different topics, incidents that had occurred which surely wake a glance at her direction, then the hope for those outside to have an equally pleasant Christmas.

After the hat had arrived at her side of the wide maroon couch which neither strangers nor acquittances decided on sitting beside her, only Drew and his husband weren’t treating her like an outcast—she forced a smile, picking a number chit out, and crossing her arms on her lap as they continued.

On the opposite, beneath the pale amber shine from a lamp, you were seated with an amused smile and waiting—then, you met her gaze, the sight of your smiling face made her shift her gaze to the table. Her chest felt unnerving under your gaze, like were people truly that drawn to your charm and were you truly thrilled by such obscurity?

Leigh remained with her riveted facade as the activity continued, regarding the knowing feeling of your firm gaze. She resumed a placid expression on her face while a gloomy calm whirl from within. She nodded her head when her number was announced, muttering her thanks, and cradling her square shaped gift.

Just few more minutes, she had reminded herself with the flickering hope that her freedom would be granted soon enough. And she wouldn’t have to contemplate you for whatever reasons she couldn’t rationalise nor be known to.

So, she waited, burrowing her mind into the miniature decorations on the table, some grazed by her fingers in sheer interest. At some point, she had completely redrawn herself from the happening around, and absentmindedly picked at the wrapping paper layered over her gift.

“And number 22! Oh look, it’s our late comer.”

The laughter that erupts, nudged Leigh’s attention ahead and where her gaze fell upon you. An apologetic expression displayed on your face as you muttered several excuses before receiving your gift. Unlike the rest, voices were ushering you into opening your gift with the reasoning of your recent arrival in town.

The small gift that was handed to you—in what miraculous way—was the same brilliantly considered gift by Leigh. The unmissable Christmas themed paper bag that she could perceived among cluster of people, as it was the same paper bag gifted to her by her estranged father, two years back.

It wasn’t anything—and yet, she was anxious. Her eyes widening by seconds that pass, and her gaze fixed on you. The motion of your hand removing the extra crumpled coloured papers inside, how your fingers twitches and the subtle reaction on your face at what you saw. It was confusion at first, till a grin appeared heartily.

A white candle, it was short but wide in size, entirely held by your hand as the other grips the Christmas themed paper bag. It was considered favourable in your gleaming eyes, inspecting it, and sniffing the scent with a satisfied smile.

Among the scene of your contented appearance and her face pulling in a smile, the murmurs wake in disdain sounds. Questions rose of the cost, sneering judgment at the gifted object, and condemning eyes assessing for the culprit on their cheap gift.

Their criticism had only ceased by the sound of your whistle, mockingly at those convicting faces. “A candle,” you muttered, tilting the supposedly offending object in your hand. “It’s funny. I was considering buying one of this, but I was quite busy and now…” you motioned toward the candle, “I have this.”

It was faint, the jiggle melodies drifting in the air and the grumbles of some. Rude, she heard one said. Someone else muttered, boring.

“I’m reading the room and it’s telling me,” you paused, fluttering your eyes for affect before staring absently at the Christmas tree. “It’s telling me that some people love showing off which is weird…isn’t Christmas about being grateful with what you have? Or I’m missing the whole point.”

A blanket of silence made your statement more thrilling, at least, for the captivated mind of Leigh. Perhaps, she wasn’t regretting the idea of attending her friend’s Christmas party. If drama was promised among self-praised and rich brats, she would had happily skipped her way into the party.

You were stunning at that, alluring them into your trajectory and waking the worse of their nightmares. To be called out in front of many, and your triumphant smile stirred a fuming crowd.

“Okay! We all love candles! Don’t we just love them? Let’s move on!” Drew exclaimed, diverting the attention from your outburst and hollering for his husband to announce the next number.

The attention on your form declined as the next number was revealed. Leigh watches warily as you slipped out from their mind and away from the room, without attracting the slightest attention. It propelled her curiosity, blooming furiously to know who and why you had reacted so differently than most, and why she was persuaded into needing to know you.

Leigh stood up with impatience. If the night was to end, it must end by her own preference. By that, the curiosity of which she followed, wide steps and poised body. Her eyes observantly tracked your whereabouts.

It seemed impractical. “I just have to thank this kind person for appreciating a scented candle,” she spoke to herself, the feeble attempt of steering away from her true intention in replace for deception.

A thud from a closed door, directed her towards the sound. Her wanted exit, and where you lingered outside, ignoring the cold wind and clutching the Christmas themed paper bag in your hand. An additional jacket was draped over your shoulder. You were making a desired exit from the party, the same way she desired.

Leigh announced her presence, the same way she would when she leaves them stunned.

“Hey, you,” she uttered with utmost irritation. “What— hey, why are you laughing?”

Leigh furrowed her eyebrows and her mouth gaped, she looked perplexed at the laughter that left your mouth. It does nothing, but made her stomach uneasy, dotting down the unfamiliar sensation in her chest as she approached you. Her ardent gaze fixed on you and gift you clutched to your chest, and the shake of your head, as if, you had changed your mind over something.

“I’m assuming you want this back?” you inquired, without irritation laced in your tone, but something softer and kind. A pointed gaze fixed on the Christmas themed paper bag.

She appeared surprised at your revelation. “How did you know?

“I have my ways,” you teased, straightforwardly extending your hand towards her direction. “Nice to meet you. I’m a big fan of your articles,” you praised her, then squinting your eyes, “You’re not wearing that magical eyeliner, are you?”

This wasn’t the expected conversation she formed in her head. It brooded her mind to what she assumed and what made her need to meet you. While the soft humming of a familiar Christmas song wobbles her heart, the muscle of your throat bobs with that, and it feels like a stroke of youth, the innocence and untainted joy.

There’s a certain spark in your posture, seemingly free from the world’s burden, and vibrant, so alive than the image of herself, reflected on a foggy mirror. And you smiled, mindful to her attentive eyes.

Leigh’s eyes dart the width of your face and hindered on your mouth, where your lips move, talking to her of something she hasn’t registered in her mind. “What are you?” she asked, taking another step closer and clasping your hand in hers.

It's strange—the warmth of your palm, the cold that seeps at the tips of your fingers, the softness of your skin, and the lines in between where she felt a little roughness.

You squeezed her hand, a split second, your gaze fell on linked hands before meeting her ardent eyes and drawing your hand back. “Drew’s business partner for his new gay bar or something, he hasn’t decided yet. So, eyeliner?”

It's even stranger, more so, when her lips curves with smile and her cheeks felt the unfamiliar stretch of skin. “Drew is always changing. He’s very indecisive,” she shared, her body relaxing as the hand that touched yours, pressed on her arm, a palpable itch surfaced. It’s nothing, she convinced herself in blunt falsehood.

Opposite her, contemplation rouse in your mind. “Want to get out of here? I think I saw a hot chocolate booth somewhere down the street,” you spoke with delight in your voice. “We don’t have to, but I think we could use something more exciting than this,” and you vaguely gestured towards where the sound of cheers could be heard.

Leigh played an indifference facade at the offer. “Sure, whatever,” she shrugged.

When the offer was accepted, you grinned, then shake your head, like a silent joke was made and you knew it better than her. But it doesn’t irritate her as most do, as it only increased her curiosity, and she undoubtedly followed your exit from the party she dreaded.

The night breathes a whiff of brilliance and a frosty touch which left throats drought, and thirsty for something warm. Leigh felt that dryness spread from her mouth to throat, and her hands, one holding the gift while the other grasped by the wind. Silence was conveyed between two with something in between, the impulse to speak and the warning to wait.

As soon as the hot chocolate booth appeared in your line of sight, the flair of excitement which she perceived as endearing, appeared with a thumb pointed at said direction while the distinguish warmth latched to her hand, made her motionless. Leigh doesn’t comprehend the touch of your hand over hers, neither did your consciousness reminded you the grasps of strangers.

The childlike manner in which you dragged her towards the booth, establishing a wordy thought of not missing out on something warm, and the soft chuckles that send waves of a new song to her heart.

An elderly couple greeted their new customers. The clasps of hands tighten as the order was made with clear description for the most favourable cup of chocolate drink. Neither Leigh or you, had acknowledged the differences in the night air. Not after ordering and paying while still holding a stranger’s hand, not after sharing a brief conversation about the weather, and only after a comment passed jovial faces, did she realise the unknown, and similarly, so did you.

“Aren’t they a lovely couple?” one voice claimed, sharing years of wisdom in an elderly tone, and the other returned with a soft hum. “Merry Christmas, and we hope you have many more Christmas together.”

The faithful event diverted Leigh’s gaze from the steaming cups to where her hand was linked with yours, the firm touch of something so different, the same that lifts the air she breathes, and upwards where a bemused expression settled on your face. Upon noticing her eyes gazing directly at yours, almost instantly, your hand fell from hers and an obligatory distance was made between two.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, embarrassment spread your cheeks with warmth. “Got a little carried away. You know, hot chocolate,” you nodded your head towards the brown recyclable cups on the counter, before taking one of them in the same hand that once held hers.

Leigh mirrored your action, grasping the cup with her free hand and taking a short sip. She smacks her mouth, tasting the sweetness that tickles her tastebuds, and played on her known unbothered facade. To further push her narrative, she waves her hand with the gift, dismissing the mistake, and nudged her head towards a vacant bench.

However, she found herself deeply invested in your bashful appearance, a vast difference than the peak confidence that woke annoyance within some. Your round eyes, curious and warm, gazed at everything that wasn’t remotely entertaining, while maintaining a clear distance and avoiding eye contact.

“So, you’re new here?” Leigh questioned, adjusting her body to the wooden bench, as you sat contentedly and take mouthful sips of your drink.

Your eyebrows knitted, “Is it obvious?” and the cup was set aside. “Well, I’ve been around,” you briefly explained before crossing your legs on the bench and turning to face her.

Leigh followed your movement, both sitting crossed legs on the bench and facing the other. A smile drew on her face at your antics. The anguish that enveloped her, cease to exist in that hour. It’s almost charming, she thought. The way words flew from your mouth in haste and settled in a heartily laughter, the kind that made her chest feel contented. Despite the look of disbelief on her face.

“Hmm, you’re definitely going to be the talk for weeks,” she enlightened, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly.

You winced at the reminder. “God, what was I thinking?” you murmured, shaking your head.

At the same time, two phares caught between two voices; you weren’t and I wasn’t.

It made Leigh amused. “You’re so cancelled,” she drew out each word slowly, and tucked her bottom lip between her teeth.

“I don’t care,” you shrugged, gaze lingering on her mouth then meeting her eyes. “Plus, I got a candle, a delicious cup of hot chocolate, and a pretty girl by my side. What about them? They have nothing but their prestigious party and pretending. So, I’m obviously the winner here,” you declared, straightening your back as you did.

“Obviously,” Leigh repeated, purposely ignore the compliment that made her cheeks warm, and you, seemingly grasping her teasing tone, repeated the same word. “Obviously,” you said with a fond smile.

Leigh had barely, for the longest time, looked at someone in such captivation. But you were sat opposite her, beaming at the shared conversation, gazing into verdant eyes, so perfect beneath the pale street lights and flickers of faux amber light from stores close by.

“I want to show you something,” she uttered in a whim. “I think you would like it,” she added, the whispers of her heart claimed for more; I think I like you too.

The suggestion left you no room for denial as you nod your head, overcome with excitement for her outstretched hand and the warmth that resurfaced when skins touch.

“I have a feeling,” you whispered, a childlike tone in your voice as she leans closer. “It might snow in California,” the sheer optimism in your voice, almost made her melt.

She doesn’t stop the brief chuckle that fell from her mouth. “You’re silly,” she indicated, squeezing your hand in hers.

And it’s right—the warmth that tickles her chest and yours, the blow of wind that whispers of something so sweet, the glaze of a festive holiday they speak so heavenly of, everything felt right.

The ocean whooshed a song, each wave resonating peace, and tranquillity carried forward to those stood by the structure raised above body of cold water—where Leigh breathes the air of salty and sweet, where your shoulder touched hers, and the pier buzzed for the encounter of two strangers.

Leigh always preferred to remain composed, and exercise her irritation in the privacy of her mind, unless provoked beyond concealing her genuine emotion. However, the feelings that woke with her each morning, and slept with her through the night, seemed like a feeble memory in her mind.

Why did she dread the holidays? Why was she happily immersing herself in your company?

“Aren’t you curious?” the sudden question in the air, made her shift her attention to you. “What’s in that box?” you pointed at the square gift still in her grasps.

Leigh squints her eyes, “Really? Don’t you have your own gift?”

“Ouch, sorry,” you huffed, appearing offended, while the round of your eyes remained with a glint that made her smile wider.

It never happened, it shouldn’t, but she passed the gift to you. “Open it, and I’ll hold this,” she takes the Christmas themed paper bag from you, but the tug from your hand hindered her attempt.

“No, what if you take back my candle?” you asked. “I mean, that’s why you came after me, didn’t you?”

Leigh pondered the question prodding through her mind. There was a liable reason on her intention that led to her tracking you down, accepting your offer and allowing you to lead her away from the dreaded party, and here, where the moon shone an enchanting glow across the night sky and reflecting flawlessly on the ocean.

Leigh takes a step back, her hand spread out on the wooden railing. She felt the coarse texture of worn timber, and the pulsing of her heart through her ears, but she hears the song of a peaceful ocean, and she thinks, this has been the most bliss she had felt in months, years, and just too long.

“I guess, you’re interesting,” she spoke with significance. “A new face, someone who’s not expecting something from me, I don’t know— it happens. Heck, maybe it was something in the drink,” she added the latter part impulsively, fearing a more in-depth confession to leave her heart.

Silence emits between two, and she glance at you, still staring ahead into the endless ocean. There was a quirk of your lips, like a smile teasing to curl and for her heart to drop, entirely surrendering to whatever made her feel better.

“I’m trying to play it cool,” you voiced out, Leigh’s gift placed on the railing while yours daggles from your hand. “But it’s really hard,” you paused, shifting your gaze to meet her.

The penetrating gaze troubled Leigh, but she forced a smile on her face, and for what unknown reasons, she felt the ache of rejection and feared it.

You slanted into her space. “I think you’re pretty,” you whispered. “Maybe, just maybe, I asked Drew if you were coming and…that was the only reason I went to that tedious party,” you confessed shyly, still maintaining eye contact.

Leigh looked at you, as though, the most unbelievable information was thrown her way and she forced to believe it—not that her heart gnawing for those words to escape, for the lump in her throat to fade, for you to come closer and for her to feel you, like how she wishes to know you.

She doesn’t know why, but the first start of it, seemed like the best as she uttered, “Just maybe?” and your smile widens to your round cheeks. “Just maybe,” you replied.

When eyes stayed gazing into each other, heart beats raised to the wondrous occasion.

“And how I can trust you?” she questioned, moving inches closer that she could almost feel your breath fanning over her face.

Then, she felt the familiar and wanting warmth that spread her hand, the same place where your hand rest.

“Like I said, I’m a fan of your articles, and I saw you at the office few days ago, kind of changed my life,” you admitted, “But of course, I tried not being weird about it— and here we are,” you lifted the Christmas themed paper bag.

Leigh doesn’t believe in faith or the universe’s mystical ways of working things out as her mother profusely believed. But a plague of hope pushes her further into your realm.

“Hmm, is this some Christmas hallmark movie?” Leigh turns her hand over, pressing her palm firmly against yours.

“Believe me,” you whispered, a sense of promise laced with your voice, and she fell for it—she believed you. “This is so much better.”

The most unexpected trust merged with a stranger, with you.

She takes a deep breath, and exhaled her worries. Then, the swift grasps of her hand in yours, pulling your body closer. The next act, an impulse press of lips, and she feels your surprised gasp, before your mouth surrendered and you were kissing her back.

She found solace there, without isolation or running off to another temporary escape, and it was you, the stranger who held her close and pressed bodies together.

“A Christmas miracle,” you claimed, slightly winded by the shared kiss. “Or whatever they say.”

The night continued from a fond encounter, an even sweeter kiss, and the touch that left her aching for days to come. A memory made for Christmases to come, better than the last, and perhaps, more beautiful than those fading images in her mind.

“Yes,” Leigh murmured, her hand that found space on your cheek, caress the skin beneath her touch.

Your eyebrows furrowed, confusion swirling in your mind for the answer of an unknown question. “What?”

It doesn’t feel embarrassing or sad, as she answered, “I am wearing that eyeliner.”

Confusion dissolved in your feature as the corner of your lips curls, not knowing to smile or to laugh at the sudden respond.

“Well,” you paused, feeling something wet dribble on your face as you lifted your head to face the sky. “It’s snowing…in California?”

The bewildered expression on your face made her laugh wholeheartedly to the extent of feeling the almost unknown ache in her stomach from laughing so hard.

“It’s rain, silly,” she teased, and kissed you with the utmost desire to feel you, every part of you.

There, where rain fell upon two, an unexpected weather forecast and an unexpected shower of love, where mutual feelings manifest for years to come.

Leigh observes your expression at that hour, for the next, till the morning came, and she felt the same. A growing sense of comfort and love. It fuels her chest to bring you closer with a promise to allow her heart to feel everything she dreaded, and to believe in love again.

And Leigh Shaw, who ironically, despised the idea of celebrating such festive things—found herself wrapped in your arms the following year, her chest bubbling with laughter from a joke shared as her family joined. The festive occasion marked the first year of a beautiful relationship.

“Of course, Leigh had a huge crush on me,” you murmured, pressing a haste kiss on her head.

Leigh doesn’t shift from her comfortable position. “Of course,” she repeated, teasingly slapping your thigh as you purposely conveyed the partly false narrative of your first encounter. “Of course,” you said,and when eyes meet, the love that blooms were promised forevermore.

And where love was found, still unknown to them was a letter hidden inside a paper bag—unopen and forgotten.

But the universe, majestic and all, works in mysterious ways.

Bonus: Leigh Shaw’s letter to Santa Claus—

Dear Satan Santa Claus,

What the fuck is up man?

Everyone’s so excited for you. Don’t people go lay in the snow or go ice skating anymore? I know, I’m from California, but what’s the fuck is up that you have everyone under you spell? I literally saw a mom fight off another mom for the last Santa statue.

You’re fiction. But people believe you more than the news.

I think people believe in fiction more than reality. It’ll be easier to cope, right?

If I pretend that I’m not miserable, then I would be okay. Maybe I can pretend that my life isn’t cursed. My husband, still dead, can’t bring him back, but maybe, there’s this stupid love that latch on to me and I’m happy. Maybe it’ll snow and someone will hold my hand.

I just want to believe in something or someone without breaking my heart again.

New flash; I’m still a widow in my thirties, without a purpose in life.

Tell me, old man, why are people so confident that you would grant their wishes?

You didn’t give me my parents back for that shitty Christmas. A fiction tale, that’s you.

Honestly, fuck everyone for thinking that I shouldn’t feel shit during this time and that I should wake up feeling happy.

And fuck you, Santa Claus. I will never forget the worse Christmases that everyone swore will get better after you came at midnight.

I don’t want gifts. I want to be happy for once without feeling like something bad will happen.

Okay. I’m done.

Yours truly,

Leigh Shaw.

(p.s. i never wanted a ken doll, i wanted two barbies)

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I said behave —Leigh Shaw x f!reader

A/n: I apologize in advance for some grammatical errors, typos and my very bad English since English is NOT my first language you of course do NOT have my permission to copy anything in my work just to claim it as yours, Thank you < 3.

: Leigh punished Y/n for being a really really bad wife.

Warning: 18+ only!!,overstim, we're tied up, eating out, fingering, slapping(not really), hair pulling and our wife being mad in a hot way. I'm sorry but this is not proofread 🤚

"behave and wait for me, do you understand?"

"Yes, mommy"

Last words before Y/n's all alone whining,shaking and crying waiting for Leigh and the fact that she said it like a good girl. Her hands and ankle are tied up at each of 'em bedposts,she feel sticky and hot even drooling at the overstimulation that Leigh put her in but the thing is Leigh didn't even give her a chance to come, "do not come and wait for me" is all so in all. Y/n did that to herself.

Closing the door behind her with two plastic bags holding in both hands,Leigh sigh upon hearing the loud whines coming from up the stairs where her wife belongs. She arrange the food in order and clean the fridge as fast as she can before she get up the stairs to visit her lovely needy wife.

"I'm only away for thirty minutes and you're already a mess?" She said with firm voice the palm of her hand hits the puffy cunt the wetness of it made a slapping noise. "Ah!" Y/n yelped trying to sway her hips away from her rough hand but due to her tied ankles she earned another slap from her. "Trying to get away from me,darling hm?" Leigh asked with eyebrows raised. "Can't even speak properly tsk,tsk" shaking her head. "I-I'm sorry,I didn't m-mean t-" "to come?,I put the vibrator on the low and yet you still came for how many times,four times in just under thirty minutes?" She asked again giving her cunt a slap twice even though she's getting punished,Y/n feel her stomach tightens. "M-mommy please don't..I-" again Leigh cut her words off because she know her too well that she knew her wife's about to come before she could even have a chance to speak and she got it right. She's begging for her to stop slapping her swollen cunt so it won't make her come and Leigh being Leigh..

"You already came many times baby,why are you crying you can't handle being slapped?" She teased circling her two fingers to her clit only to give her swollen cunt a slap. Tears are rolling down Y/n's cheeks as she looks up to her. "Mommy please!,s-sore..m-mommy" she begged. "I got you baby,I'll make it better" she said smirking as she kneel in between her spread legs to position herself on all fours. Y/n squirmed wildly realizing what's about to happen. "Mommy?,w-why— don't— hmp!" She arched her back off the sheets up in the air with her mouth agape and eyes closed shut as warm lips wrapped around her aching clit sucking her bud. "m-mommy!" She gasped out of breath from the overstimulation,sweats are dripping down her body mixing with the wetness in between her legs. Leigh could only smirk as she work her tongue in lazy kitten licks from up to down,dipping the tip inside of her. Her wife's thick thighs all sticky and wet and she could feel it while holding it open using her large hands.

"so slow.." Y/n whimper looking down at her knowing in that way she'll come in no time. This got Leigh's attention as she look up to her. "And now you want it fast?, then who am I to refuse that,I'm not a bad Mommy to you after all,am I?" she teased ignoring the whines and beg of her wife "That's not w-what I m-". Leigh chuckle as she proceed and go back to work on her clit by sucking it hard humming to form a vibration. "m-mean..s-so mean!" Y/n moaned toes curling at the sound of slurping and the feeling of being suck. Leigh raised on eyebrow up at her slamming one finger in her.

Eyes roll at the back of her head as she grasped the sheets veins showing at her neck as she throw it back,Leigh didn't even have to curl her finger when she saw her legs are already shaking and her cunt is clenching and unclenching around her. So soft and sticky under Leigh's palm when she touch her inner thigh with gentle the sound of slurping sound got muffled by Y/n's thick delicious thighs wrapping around her head trying so hard to close it. As Leigh once said 'who am I to refuse that' , she stick her tongue out to dip it all the way in her wrapping her upper lip to her clit so she's sucking her while using her tongue to wiggle wildly inside of her. "shit,shit oh yes mommy...ah!". Y/n met a hard slap on her thigh as 'bad girls don't curse,darling' that voice of Leigh from two weeks ago echoes inside her head. She soothed it with the hand she used to slapped her thighs gently. "T-think 'm gonna come!" She breathe. It feels like she's on top of the clouds feeling dizzy and weak the faster Leigh's tongue move and the longer she spend her time in between her wobbly legs sucking her soul out. She wondered if her wife's jaw never hurt.

"y-yes,yes..can I please?. Please mommy?" She asked. Leigh's finger is no longer inside of her instead her large hands are holding her ass up to her mouth as she suck her dry,she is jerking her hips wildly as that position allows Leigh to devour her to the point where she has to dig her nails down her soft skin to angle her hips at the right place ignoring the lack of oxygen as she knew she'll get her treat,delicious treat real soon.

Her back arched even more if that's possible when the overstimulation hits her. "f-fuck..fuck baby!" She moaned nails digging down the rope around her wrist and she's afraid it will break in to two. When Leigh hummed giving her a permission to come,she didn't hesitate and came all in her mouth."oh my God,Leigh" she breathe as she let her body goes limp. "Yeah?" Leigh smirk freeing her ankles. "mhm,what are you doing?. Free my wrist too" she pout looking up at her wife who's eyeing her hungrily. "I don't want to cook dinner,darling" "it's fine baby, I'll do it" Y/n smile in assurance. "But before that,free my wrist Leigh. It hurts a little" she said.

"Why would I do that?". "Wh—" Leigh turn her around with her ass up in the air and legs spread wide open for her the long rope formed a cross sign as she gripped it tightly due to her shaky body ignoring the burning sensation of the rope around her wrists,Leigh didn't even let her finish as she dive right in to her cunt. "Oh my God" Y/n moaned,eyes rolling at the back of her head as her tongue slipped into her making a yet another slurping sounds. "Fuc—" she push her own her down to muffled her loud moans."I can feel it baby, you're coming for me again" Leigh breathe sticking her three fingers in her curling them all together at the same time. "Y-yes..yes" she scream down the pillow. "Let me hear it" Leigh sigh pulling at her hair to see her wife drooling. "Ugh fuck!,y-yes,yes coming!" She scream pushing her ass down to deepen the fingers. "Good girl,come for me again. Give me more darling" she said cooing at her playfully as she saw her leaning down to meet her deep thrust. "Don't worry sweetheart,I'll do it for you" she shushed twisting her three fingers just to deepen it. Wet smacking sounds from her fingers meeting with her wet cunt could be heard inside the room. Leigh gripped her hair tightly with a moan."I'm coming!" Y/n twitches as she come closing her legs at the process. "f-fuck me more, please!" She begged even though she knew she won't last long not when she's already shaking like literally shaking to the point you'll think she's levitating. "Don't worry baby,I will".

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begging for leigh shaw hcs pls 😭😭 I really don't have any ideas but I would just like to request something for her idk lmao. Maybe some angsty hcs about breaking up with her + a couple of hcs for when y'all make up?? idk I'm sorry 😭 (my request is pretty vague so no hard feelings if you don't want to do it!)

Hey, anon! Thanks for the request!

Don't worry, I loved the hc's! So, let's do it, then!

First real post of the blog, who cheered?

Enjoy!

Send me more requests, pleaseeee!!!!

Also, I love Leigh <3 Baby deserved better :(

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fighting and making up with Leigh Shaw would include...

like i said before, fights between you guys are pretty uncommon. you want to make sure that, after losing her husband so soon, Leigh has a place and a person she can trust and can confide her insecurities to without fear of exposure.

but every once in a while, it's impossible not to have a moment when you lose your mind with each other.

leigh doesn't usually raise her voice but she says harsh things and is sometimes hard on herself and it hurts you.

when grief consumes her in the most reckless way possible, on her worst days, things get even worse, and then yes, she will go from raising her voice to admitting that she wishes she had never met you.

after your fights, no matter how intense they are, leigh always pulls away from you to cry. one, because she doesn't want you to see her crying and because she doesn't want to see you cry either. and the other, because she needs some time to herself to organize her thoughts before she risks fighting with you again.

it usually takes a few minutes, long minutes before she returns to talking to you in a normal tone.

wanting to fix things between you is pretty much a life and death mission for her.

she will literally crawl anywhere you are until she hugs you again and tells you how sorry she is for making you cry and how much she hates fighting with you.

and then, she'll do anything to make up for it, spoiling you and cuddling with you until you're both better.

"I'm sorry, baby, I hate it when you cry because of me."

leigh excessively telling you how much she loves you and how sorry she is that you can't control her feelings.

you reassuring her that everything will be fine and that you will fix everything together.

the night ending with you sleeping in each other's arms and promising never to fight again.

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Healing

Leigh Shaw x Male Reader

For @aloneodi

Leigh still felt it was a dream. Her life with you. The way you came into it, an intern editor at her work. The way you smiled at her when you first saw each other.

It was a little over a year since her husband died when you came into her life. You started out as strangers, then friends, and then friends who went out for coffee together.

You worked with her to edit her columns before they were sent off. You encouraged her gently to try new experiences in life.

It was Jules who flatly ordered Leigh to ask you out. “Ask him out before someone else does”

“Huh?” Leigh looked at her sister in confusion.

“(y/N)! You two are like my reluctant OTP” Jules stated before leaving. Leigh tried to hide the blush forming over her face.

The next day she walked up to you nervous as ever. Surprisingly you were nervous too. You and Leigh practically asked each other out in unison. You had a good laugh before setting your first date for that evening.

First date became a second date, a second became a third and so on and so on. For the first time in a long time, Leigh felt that she was healing. She felt her heart flutter every time you held her hand or held her close while watching a movie or show on the couch.

It's been years since then now. The apartment gave way to a nice house in the suburbs.

Leigh pours herself a cup of coffee in the early summer morning. Her life profoundly better.

She hears sopping wet footsteps from the backdoor. Leigh can't help but sigh.

"What happened?" Leigh can't help but snicker.

"Blame our kids" you answer back, "both two and four legged"

"They tried to give the dog a bath, huh?"

"Yeah and now I look like a swamp creature" you shrug, covered head to toe in fresh cut grass and sopping wet.

"Still quite sexy for a swamp creature" Leigh laughs, getting her first look at you in your embarrassing situation.

"Oh really?" you start walking towards her, "well then get over here"

"No" Leigh shakes her head, trying hard not to laugh.

"Come on, you know you want to!" you run to her.

"Stay away from me, Swampy!" Leigh giggles as she runs away from you.

You chase her around the kitchen, Leigh laughs. Little moments like this always make Leigh laugh.

"I have work today!" she tries to counter.

"We can take a shower together" you counter back.

"You're terrible!" Leigh breaks down in full laughter.

You wrap your arms around here, "well you married me"

"Why do I love you so much?" Leigh leans her head against your chest.

"I could ask you the same question" you kiss her forehead.

"Uh...Mom, Dad?" your kids, both sopping wet and covered in grass too, look at you in embarrassment too.

Leigh simply shakes her head laughing.

Best life ever, she thinks to herself.

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you know just how to be cruel

pairing: leigh shaw x fem!reader

summary: leigh comes over in the middle of the night to ask you a favor.

warnings: 18+ minors dni! soft(ish)dom!leigh (she is still her regular amount of mean), idk probably mommy kink undertones because that's how i live now, fingering (r receiving), oral (r receiving), praise, criminal amounts of teasing, leigh being a rude, condescending bitch but she makes it up to you, leigh being unrightfully possessive (but it's okay bc it's hot), mediocre aftercare bc leigh

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you look at the clock on your phone as you hear a loud, repetitive knock at your door. you ignore it, deciding no good could come from suspicious knocking at 3:45 am on a thursday, sighing and turning over, getting sucked back into whatever trashy reality tv show was coming on.

then your phone buzzes. once. twice. three times in the span of a minute. before you even get the chance to pick it up to see who it is, you receive a call. you look at the caller id suspiciously: leigh shaw. you click to answer immediately, having heard the news about her husband just recently, wondering if she was calling after missing your condolences call when you were told.

before you could even get a word out you here her voice on the other end of the line. short and clipped, no room to argue or joke with her.

"i'm outside, let me in, it's cold out."

you get up and walk to the door, eyebrows furrowed, wondering why on earth leigh shaw would show up to your door at this hour, especially after what had happened with matt. upon opening you see leigh, clearly upset, but not appearing to be sad. the only thing you can see in her eyes is anger.

"leigh, what are you..?" you cut yourself off, not wanting to upset her more or make her feel unwelcome, "are you okay?"

she scoffs at you, rolling her eyes and walking straight past you into your home.

"don't do that, you know better."

you sigh, clearly, this would not be a very pleasant night.

"you're right, i'm sorry. i'll ask again, but if you get pissed, remember you're the one who told me to say it. what the fuck are you doing here?"

"better. lose the tone next time though, it's not cute on you. i need you to do me a favor."

you chuckle slightly, trying to lighten the mood or at least diffuse the tension the elephant in the room has been creating since she stepped into your apartment.

"awfully big talk for someone who is very rudely asking me for a favor."

"my husband died a month ago, i don't have to ask your permission to be bitter. and last time i checked, you weren't in charge of me."

you knew exactly what she was talking about. before she had met matt, she asked you to experiment with her, leading you through a series of heartbreaks and letdowns until you couldn't face it anymore and left her. throughout the six months the two of you were "together" she took you on a totally of five dates, showing up late to three of them. you had begun to feel like all she used you for was sex, and you simply couldn't bear it anymore. not when you were aching for her to love you the way she told you she did.

you look away, biting your lip, taking a deep breath to collect yourself. you didn't want to set her off, and she clearly wasn't in the right place to hear that she wasn't in charge of you either.

she walks towards you slowly, lifting your chin to encourage you to look up into her eyes, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

"you know what i'm here for, baby." she smiled, sickeningly sweet, with a condescending scrunch of her eyebrows and nod of her head. "the question is: are you gonna give it to me? hm?"

you freeze, you feel your chest constricting and can hear yourself swallow thickly, as you consider. ethically, you know it's wrong. you know it will only crush you and give leigh the quick distraction shes looking for, nothing more, but you can't help it. everything about her makes you lightheaded and weak in the knees, and you knew she'd take care of you, she always had been so generous.

"leigh...i don't think-"

"shh, baby, that's why it's perfect. you don't need to think with me, remember?" she looks into your eyes, looking for any signs of true unwillingness, before pressing the softest of kisses just behind your ear. you can feel her smile against your skin as your breath hitches, or course she remembered.

"love..?" she trails off, waiting for some sign of a response from you, settling for a simple look into her eyes. "are you gonna let me fuck you? make you feel good just like i used to?"

you bite your lip, nodding, mumbling a quiet "please.."

you watch the grin spread across her face, she knew she had you the moment you opened the door.

"see! i knew you'd remember how much you missed me!" she pushes you back toward your couch, leading you to sit on the arm as she stands between your legs, wrapping you up in a deep, heated kiss. "hmmm, that's my girl."

you almost retort, going to tell her she has no right to call you that, when, as if she could sense it, she tugged on your hair, clearly a preventative warning to watch your mouth.

as a reward for your obedience, you feel her lips start to move downward, drifting to your cheek, then your jaw, down to your neck, clearly leaving bruises in her wake.

she chuckles against your skin, hot breath tickling your neck, when you instinctively tip your head to give her more room. smiling at the way she'd created a pattern of muscle memory in you that would never fade no matter how many years passed.

you feel her hands untangle from your hair and drop to your thighs, before she pulls back to look at you: flushed and breathless before she'd even started with you. she gently rubs her thumbs in place, causing you to squirm towards her, barely stifling an embarrassing whine. you internally cringe as you can see the gears turning in her head, watching her piece together your reactions, before she gasps softly, clearly having figured you out.

"awww, sweetheart, it's been a while hasn't it? no one's touched you in so long, i bet you're just soaked," her hands drift towards your pajamas shorts, her fingers pulling the flimsy material aside to get a pick at your panties. "oh, honey, look at you. you made such a mess for me! oh, i bet you're just aching, aren't you?"

you nod, canting your hips up as you feel her fingertips barely ghosting along the gusset of your panties. she shoots you a look, cowing you immediately, your pleasure had always been on her terms.

she smiles, before clearly growing impatient herself, pulling your panties to the side and lightly running two fingers between your folds. a shiver wracks your body as she gasps at your wetness, playing with it between her fingers cockily. something about her soft smirk would never fail to make you clench around nothing.

you feel her fingers run up your slit as slow as human possible, until they finally reach your clit, your head tipping back and mouth opening the minute her fingers so much as graze it.

"awww," she exclaims through a chuckle, "god, you really were aching for it. that's it, pretty girl, you just shut your eyes and enjoy it. no thinking, just let it feel good, yeah?"

you nod, moaning softly, as her fingers start to circle your clit, just the way she knew you liked. your nails digging into the arm of the sofa underneath you as leigh played you like a fiddle, muttering dirty phrases under her breath endlessly.

"fuck, you look so good. does that feel nice, baby? oh, i bet it does, sweet girl! yeah, you're welcome, honey, i know this is what you needed."

as you pant and moan underneath her leigh decides she's bored of this, wordlessly bending down to her knees in front of you, fingers drifting downward as well to circle your entrance. laughing when she feels how you try to suck her fingers in as you clench around nothing.

"leigh, please, i need you..." you moan out without thinking, desperate to get her to finally fuck you, "i need you so bad, leigh...please? i'll be good."

"hmm, good girl, begging and i haven't even asked you to yet. just fucking perfect for me." she mutters under her breath as she sinks her fingers into you, blowing softly on your clit to watch your hips jump. "there you go, take it for me, baby. you can do it, come on, be a good girl and just take what i give you."

you moan loudly, grip on the sofa tightening as your nails dig into the fabric. legs subconsciously spreading wider for her of their own accord, every movement of your body fine tuned to her liking.

"that's it, baby, tell me how good it feels. i like to hear that i'm doing a good job." she jokes, winking at you when you fake playfully at her before shutting you up with her mouth on your clit.

your eyes squeeze shut, moaning as she sucks your clit into her mouth, alternating with the pace of her fingers sliding in and out of you expertly. she grins against you, knowing she's winding you up in exactly the right way, touching all the right spots and saying all the right things to make you want her that much more.

she speeds up her pace, apparently intent on having you ruin the upholstery on your couch, smirking when she feels the telltale clench of your walls around her fingers.

"shhh, baby, you have to quiet down, okay? we wouldn't want you to wake up the neighbors, right?" she smiles condescendingly before doubling her efforts, intentionally making you louder for her just to watch you flush at the thought and try to quiet back down before repeating the cycle.

within minutes, she has you cumming on her fingers and her tongue, gripping her hair as she insists on cleaning you up just to hear you whine under her as she teases your sensitive clit.

"leigh, i-"

"shhh, baby, she don't have to talk about it. all we need to know is that it made me feel better, and it definitely made you feel better." she grins, pulling you against her and kissing your head softly, allowing you to lay against her as you catch your breath.

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#17 with leigh shaw pls if it's not taken already! 🤩

blurb replay 2023 — #17 Not The Same - The Aces — Leigh Shaw x Reader | Warning: (18+), angst

The girl of your dream; what a beautiful sight before you, and such a fucked-up idea of love.

“One night,” she whispered, her hands grasping the collar of your shirt as she pulled your body flushed into hers. “Just one more,” and you fell into her sweet words like the hopeless mess she expects of you.

Leigh doesn’t accept the idea you had proposed of love. It’s funny, she’d say with a giggle that warms your heart. While your hands are stained with the blood of your heart, anticipating for her to accept the offering.

It's not hard to realise that you’re better off without her, especially when her silence triggers the woeful thumps in your heart of what you shouldn’t had said. However, it’s not easy to disregard the way your heart has love her for so long.

And there again, you’re stuck inside her apartment on a Friday night.

“We could try,” you expressed tenderly, voice laced of such hope that those eyes of blue that you once believed was home—stared at you with the utmost distaste for your words.

Trying had happened. One date turned into two nights of sleeping together without assuming anything more. A lunch date wasn’t that, it was an expected access for her hands to slip between your thighs.

The dreams of her weren’t the same as reality. Leigh would never suggest for your departure at the sheer hope of more than meaningless time spend together. She would have loved you—

But the reality of her compelled your wishes to spill in tears as you leave her once again, knowing that finality had reached when her interest in you declined by each new message from someone else.

i think that! problematic leigh!