#leigh shaw smut
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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.”
#I have no excuse for this other than I love Leigh and I love writing her#might have a lil problem in which I just go overboard every time I do write a fic about her#whatever leave me alone she's CUTE AND SOFT#leigh shaw x reader#leigh shaw fic#leigh shaw smut#leigh shaw#sorry for your loss fic#sorry for your loss#maximotts#motts writes.
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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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Benefits of Car Troubles (part 2)
Summary: Things continue to get complicated between Leigh and Y/n.
Warning: Smut 18+
A/N: Sorry it took so long for this, life gets in the way sometimes. Also I didn't edit this, I apologize for the errors. Thank you @karsonromanoff for the suggestion in the beginning! I hope y'all enjoy and let me know your thoughts!
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Leigh clears her throat and blinks away the tears as she thinks on her feet. “This is my friend, Y/n. I told you I was going out with them and their girlfriend and Jules,” she explains. “You probably don’t remember that I told you I might spend the night here because you wouldn’t look up from your phone for five seconds to hear me,” her words are sharp and you’re trying to hide your surprise. You knew that she could make up excuses but to flat out lie when there was clear evidence against her statements raised some flags for you.
The man looks between you and his wife and her attire and the clothes sprawled along the floor. He takes a deep breath through his nose and nods a few times before bursting out into laughter. He starts shaking his head, you and Leigh exchange a quick look then return your gazes to him. “Figures you were seeing someone. I mean,” he starts to catch his breath but finds the situation too amusing. “I have been having an affair for over a year and I’ve been sloppy about hiding it. Come on, you made it so easy! Those pills take me a couple weeks to adjust, not months! I just thought you were in denial or okay with it. But this,” he gestures to you and her, “this explains it.”
Leigh thought it would hurt to hear the words from Matt. To actually have him admit to what he was doing behind her back. But it does the opposite. It fills her with a relief that the problems with her marriage weren’t because of her. They started with him. However, she is pretty upset that instead of coming to her with these problems, he found someone else to be with while still being married to her. “So that’s it then, we’re getting a divorce,” Leigh says as she pushes him out of the apartment but it looks like Matt has more to say.
She shuts and locks the door and while he’s banging on the door, demanding to be let back in, she leans her body against the wooden surface. You are pulling your sleep pants off of her and burying your face in her pussy without her having to ask you to. Leigh moans as loud and dramatically as she can to assure that Matt can hear her. “Oh yeah, babe! You’re so much better than my husband!” She shouts and that’s what causes the banging to stop. But so do you, Leigh looks down and doesn’t find you between her legs anymore.
She looks around, confused that you disappeared. A soft knock on the door behind her startles her enough to make her jump. She opens the door and that’s when her eyes open. Leigh sits up and scans the unfamiliar room to remind herself where she is. There was a picture of you and who she assumes is your dad working on a car on the dresser and she smiles. You were a little kid in the picture and she thought you looked so sweet. Leigh relaxes a little as she tries to remember falling asleep, but she couldn’t.
Leigh knew she was tired from last night and this morning, but she didn't realize how exhausted she was until you left her alone in your room. Sliding out of your bed, she dresses into something appropriate and makes herself coffee in the kitchen. That's when you come in to check on her again. “Hey sleepyhead, you're up,” you greet with a warm smile. “Teddy had a question for me and when I came back to you, you were fast asleep. I thought I’d let you rest up while I helped open the place up.” You meet her in the kitchen and kiss her cheek. “How’d you sleep?”
The machine stops pouring the beverage and Leigh takes the mug before she answers your question. “I slept pretty well, but had a weird dream,” she adds a few things into the coffee. She was happy that you had a similar taste as her.
You frown at the mention of her dream and lean against the counter by the sink, across from her. “Was it bad weird or good weird?”
Leigh shrugs, “It was just weird. Ended pretty good though.”
You raise your eyebrows in interest, “Oh? How so?”
She smirks as she sets the mug down and steps closer to you. “Well, it ended the same way things started last night,” she says as she kisses you on the lips. “With me against the front door and your tongue working its magic,” she continues. You smile at the thought of her having a dirty dream about you and how normal all of this feels between the two of you. Her in your apartment, making herself coffee. Of course a part of you wants to ask her to make up her mind already and choose you. But you quiet the voices in your head and stay in this moment with her.
“I,” you start, wanting to say the words she already asked you not to. “I was going to order lunch and came to see if you wanted any or if you had somewhere to be?”
Leigh steps back and you watch her grow tense from your question. “I probably should go,” she says softly. You nod, keeping your thoughts to yourself. It was better to keep your mouth shut than to do something ridiculous like beg her to stay. Part of her wishes that you would, tell her that this is more than just sex for you. That you would make promises to her that would give her the strength to leave her husband. But another part of her is thankful for your patience. Thankful that you were sticking around, waiting for her to be ready. Waiting for her to get her life together before you asked more of her.
Once Leigh and her car are gone, you have your assistant order lunch for everyone while you stay in your apartment during the break. You don’t know if you can do this with her anymore. Was it worth it? Was she worth it? Yes, your heart answers almost immediately. It wasn’t what you wanted. Never had you ever thought you would find yourself in such a situation where you fell in love with a married woman. When this started, she had said the marriage was practically over. That there were divorce papers being drawn up and everything. Then you slowly found out that wasn’t the case, by then it was already too late for you. She was so easy to fall in love with.
A knock on your door disrupts your thoughts. You open it to find Teddy holding a couple takeout bags and a drink tray. “Thought you might like some company,” she says with a soft smile. You open the door wider and step to the side to allow her further into the apartment. “So, she spent the night,” she starts once you’ve joined her at the table. You nod as you unwrap your burger. “Is that progress or was that the last time?”
You sigh and think while you chew your food. “I don’t know. With her… it’s hard to tell what is in my head and what is true.”
She nods and plays with her fries a bit, “What’s in your head right now?”
You shrug and take a sip of the soda you got, “That she truly loves me and that she wants us to work and that she is going to tell her husband about us. That she will continue to fight for us when she does tell him.” The admission forms a lump in your throat and fills your body with doubt. None of that is true. Teddy asks what the truth is and you push your burger away from you. “I think I might have to end it. If our love is real, me walking away could prove that. Either we find our way back to each other when the time is right or… and as much as this pains me to say… we don’t.”
Teddy reaches across the table and squeezes your hand. “It’s up to you,” she states, bringing no comfort or clarity. It wasn’t her job to do that, though it would have been nice. You knew where she stood in this situation. In her mind, you were only the getaway car for Leigh. Whatever relationship you built with Leigh wasn’t going to last forever. Part of you agreed with her but otherwise, you wanted to have hope that she could be proven wrong. The two of you finish your meals in silence and then get back to work.
You don’t hear from Leigh that night or the next day or the day after that. She hadn’t made a promise that she was going to call you later but you still expected at least a text message. You thought that night she spent with you had meant as much to her as it did to you. She told you that she loved you and now she couldn’t bother to at least tell you that she was okay. Unless it was just her way of paying you for fixing her car. In that case, it made you feel cheap and used. You tried not to think of it like that. It was just a seduction technique when she said that’s what that was.
Nonetheless, by the end of the third week when you haven’t heard back from her, you go out to a bar. You pick up the first girl that catches your attention, you fuck her in the back seat of her car, and you go home alone. Looking at yourself in the mirror the next day is a challenge but you need to move on from her. You’re almost certain she has moved on from you. Maybe with her husband or maybe with someone new. Someone who can handle a physical relationship without complicating it with feelings. You just wish she at least let you go before she did. So you could stop feeling like you had cheated on her. It puts you in a bad mood all day even though you feel justified in your actions.
However, you don’t go out again and when a client flirts with you a few days later, you don’t reciprocate it. Teddy tells you to stop beating yourself up about it and encourages you to find someone new. Someone available. Then you remind her that the last time you took her advice, you took a creative writing class and ended up here. She points out that when she made that suggestion, getting involved with a married woman was never part of it.
“Don’t blame me for your shitty life choices,” she says before she leaves the building for the day. You shake your head and start closing up the shop. It was then that the ringtone you had set for a specific person rings for the first time in what feels like forever.
Your heart picks up and you look at the name on the contact. You blink a couple of times to assure yourself that it’s real. Then you quickly answer. “Hello,” you fumble on your greeting and make a face a yourself for sounding so stupid.
“Hey,” she whispers, “I’m sorry I haven’t had a chance to contact you again.”
“I figured that you decided to commit to your husband,” you respond, not wanting to dance around the truth anymore.
The line goes quiet and you wonder if she hung up on you but when you look at the screen, the numbers on the call continue to rise. You put the phone back to your ear and wait for her to say something. As she continues to be quiet, you climb up the stairs so you can sit down while you wait for her. Debating whether or not you should hang up on her since she clearly doesn’t care to stay for a half decent conversation with you.
“I chose you,” she states a bit louder this time, no longer whispering.
“You have a funny way of showing it,” you reply in a short tone. Tired of being strung along.
“I know, I know. I’m sorry about that,” she says sincerely. “I just,” she sighs. “I’ve been focusing on me at the moment, because in order to be with you I have to do that. I have to focus on me and on my happiness and on getting out of my marriage.” Guilt starts to creep in on you but had she told you any of this before she practically ghosted you without a warning, you would have been more understanding. You might have waited.
“I slept with someone,” you say, not knowing what else to say. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong,” you take a breath to gather your words to express your frustration. “You left without another word and never responded to my texts so I figured I would move on from you and I slept with someone. It wasn’t good and I couldn’t get you out of my mind… I don’t know why I’m telling you this. You’re not entitled to it but… I don’t know, I thought I should be honest with you. At least.”
The call ends as your rambling does, you scoff to yourself and drop the device on the coffee table in front of you. Maybe it's finally over, the thought brings no relief. Only more heartache. But then your phone lights up with a notification. The message just says, “Let me in.” Confused, you get up and open the door. Finding no one around, you hurry down the stairs to open the entrance to the shop door.
“Leigh?” you call out to the darkness. She comes into the light and your heart fills with relief at the sight of her. But then it tightens painfully and tears spring to the back of your eyes. “You’re here,” you say with surprise.
“I’m here,” she says as she starts to undo the belt around her trench coat. “I’m here for you,” she starts working on the buttons. Knowing where this was headed, you put your hand over hers and shake your head to stop her.
“I can't, Leigh,” your voice cracks as you keep your gaze low, unable to look her in the eye. Because the both of you know that you're lying. You can and you want to, so badly. But you have to push her away. You have put a stop to this. Otherwise you're sure you'll go insane waiting around for her when she inevitably disappears from you again.
“I left him,” she says but you don't look at her yet. You don't want to know what she looks like when she lies to you because it doesn’t feel like the truth. “We still need to have the papers drawn up but I left him. When I went home after that night he told me that he was in love with someone else and—”
“So you didn't leave him,” you sigh, slightly disappointed. “He left you,” you remove your hand from hers. Before this, you already questioned whether or not she really loved you. This brings it to a whole other level of uncertainty.
“No,” Leigh steps closer, “I left him. I moved out. I'm living with my mom right now because I couldn't stay there anymore. I chose you!” She takes your hand and you let her but you don’t close your fingers around her. You’re not ready to let her win this one. Not yet, at least. Not when she has left you hanging for months. She can’t just come back and expect you to accept her with open arms. Not when she hurt you the way she did. Not when she made you believe she really loved you, then didn’t contact you once afterwards. Had she taken a second to let you know that she was busy or that things have been hectic and she will update you when she can, you might have been more willing to hear her out right now. But you’ve been going insane with scenarios of what could be happening to her and thinking that you did something to drive her away.
You lift your head and look out to the street where other businesses were. Several of them are still open. You could see other people and wonder if their lives were easier than this. You almost wish you could trade places with them. None of them know Leigh, none of them have been hurt by her. None of them had to think about her everyday. “What would you have done had he not told you about his affair? Would you have told him about yours that day? Have you told him?”
“I… I don't know what I would have done. I might've waited a little longer before telling him. But that–”
“So he knows about us?” You finally look at her and you can see the gears turning in her head. You know the answer before she says it.
“Well, no, but what does it matter now? My marriage is finally over! We can have this,” she gestures between the two of you and tries to pull you closer by your hand but she is only able to pull your hand to her chest. Instead of being discouraged, she puts your hand flat against her chest where her heart beats. “We can really have this. Isn't that enough?”
In truth, you want it to be. You want the love to be enough but you don’t know that when she leaves here in the morning that she will return. Even a little text message. And without that small piece of trust… nothing will be enough to make this work. “How do I know that you mean it? How do I know that you’re not just using me because you feel bad right now? How do I know that this is as real for you as it is for me?”
Leigh places her hand on your cheek and, against your better judgment, you lean into her touch. Her hand is a little cold but the warmth of your cheek warms it up. “I guess you’re just going to have to trust me,” she drops the hand she held hostage so she can have both of her hands on your face. “Please,” her pleading tone creates a lump in your throat. “Please let me love you. Please be patient with me. Please give me one more chance,” she pulls your forehead against hers and closes her eyes. She doesn’t try to kiss you because she knows that will lead you to believe this is only sexual for her. Instead she holds you to show you that this is intimate. That she feels what you feel and your heart can’t help but reach out for her. You place your hands on her hips and bring her in for a tight embrace. She follows your lead and removes her hands from your face to wrap her arms around your shoulders.
After a few more minutes of standing outside you step out of the hug and invite her inside to your apartment. She kisses your cheek as she accepts and lets you lead the way. Once you’ve locked the doors and brought her into your home you ask if she wants to take her coat off after the both of you remove your shoes and she blushes as she hesitates. “What?” You ask.
“Um, I had a very different idea of how this night would play out. I think it’s best that I keep this on,” she says as she sits on the couch.
“Are you completely naked under that?” A slow smirk curls your lips as you ask.
Leigh crosses and uncrosses her legs as she shifts nervously under your amused gaze. “Technically, we’re all completely naked under our clothes.”
You can’t stop the laughter that bubbles out of you as you join her on the couch. You put your arm around her and gently undo the tie up belt on her coat. “How did you think this night was going to play out?”
She watches your every move carefully so she can know what she is allowed to do. But the energy shift makes her feel safe enough to do exactly what she wanted to do when she got in the car to get here. “I could tell you, but I think it would be better to show you,” she stands up and stands in front of you as she opens up the coat to reveal her red lingerie and her smooth skin. The coat falls to the floor as you find it hard to breathe. Leigh only makes it tougher as she straddles your lap. “I missed you,” she whispers against your lips, without kissing you.
You reach out to touch her but she pushes your hand away and shakes her head. She adjusts her position so that your thigh is pressed up against her pussy. She starts to rub herself against your thigh and you have to bite your lip to keep from touching her. Then she makes a satisfied noise and you can’t help but try to kiss her. Which makes her rise up and take a couple steps back. Seeing her arousal on soaking her underwear makes your mouth water, knowing how good she tastes. You let out a frustrated sigh through your nose. “Are you trying that power play bullshit?” You repeat the words she said to you the last time that the two of you were together.
Leigh hooks her thumbs through the straps of her panties, “Maybe I wanted to give you something special. You deserve a special night my love.” As she talks, she shimmies out of her red panties and instead of leaving the garment on the floor she turns around to give you a full view of her bare ass as she bends over and picks it up. You have to stop yourself from falling to your knees and burying your face in her pussy. She spins on her heels again and teases you with her panties. She tosses it at you but that’s not what you want. It’s her. It’s all of her.
You no longer remember what air is as you watch her so closely. Leigh enjoys your hungry gaze. To reward you, she slips two of her fingers between her folds to collect her juices. She makes you think that she is going to put her fingers in your mouth but instead she lightly touches your bottom lip, leaving some of her arousal behind, then sucks her own fingers. Lost in the moment you slowly run your tongue along your lip to savor the taste. Never taking your eyes off of her. When she is done, she removes her bra and climbs on your lap again. She runs her nails through your hair as the two of you gaze into each other's eyes. Having her body so close to yours and not being able to touch her was driving you crazier than when she wouldn’t talk to you because she is right here, available to you and she is making you wait even longer.
“Please,” you finally begin to beg. “Please, Leigh, I need to touch you. I need you, baby, I need you so bad.”
She stops playing with your hair and she leans in for a kiss, “Then have me.”
No longer restraining yourself, you eagerly meet her lips with yours and place your hands on the sides of her abdomen. As you kiss her, you move your hands all over her body. On her thighs, her ass, her breasts, everywhere. Leigh does the same, she starts grabbing at your clothing, trying to undress you. Feeling hot, you break the kiss to pull your shirt off and then quickly try to unbuckle your belt and undo your jeans fast enough but you want to focus on her so much more than your clothing. Leigh grabs your hands to make you stop and when you don’t she calls your name which snaps you out of your trance. “What?” You look at her breathlessly.
“Slow down, Y/n. There’s no need to rush, I’m not going anywhere,” she promises and you are hit with that reality. She is staying, she doesn’t have anywhere else to be for once. You nod and take a breath to get some oxygen to your brain. “I’m yours,” she says as if she can read your mind and knows that you need to hear that. “I’m all yours,” she repeats. You kiss her again, this time slower than before. You press your naked chest against hers and enjoy the feel of her skin against yours. You weave your fingers through her soft brown hair and then you gently remove her from your lap and place her on the seat beside you.
You fully pull your pants and underwear off and kick them to the ground. You stand up and you toss your socks on your pile of clothes. “Come on,” you hold your hand out for her. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.” She takes your hand and the two of you practically skip to your bedroom.
The next day, you don’t have much time to be with her. Your alarm goes off, waking the both of you and you find out that you have to drive her home because she revealed to you that she used one of the car apps to get to the shop. You were shocked that she did that while wearing what she wore last night. She gets dressed and you throw on something quickly to get her home so that you have time to shower before work. When you are saying goodbye, a part of you is thinking that it’s going to happen again. That she isn’t going to keep the promises that she made to you last night. That you’re going to text her later and be met with no response from her.
“Can I call you later?” She asks after she kisses you one last time.
“Yeah,” you say, pretending to be cool and not showing how excited you are.
“Okay,” she grins at you. “I love you,” she says.
“I love you too,” you mirror her expression. Leigh steps out of your truck and you laugh as you watch her run up the steps of her mom’s house.
Things run smoothly for a few weeks. You text each other good morning and goodnight everyday. You talk on the phone for at least an hour at night. You take her on a couple of dates in another town to avoid running into people she knows, so she doesn’t have to feel like she has to explain herself. Then one morning, she doesn’t respond with a sweet good morning message. You give her a call at the usual time and she doesn’t pick up or call you back. You force yourself to sleep without her goodnight text.
Unsettled, you’re not sure if you’re supposed to spam her with messages to let her know that whatever she is going through, she doesn’t have to do it alone. You want to let her know that you’re there for her in any way possible. You want to hear from her. You need to know that she is okay. But you stop yourself from sending her those kinds of messages and trust that she will come back to you when she is ready. You read through the messages from the past few weeks to see if you said the wrong thing or misinterpreted something from her. Maybe she was letting you know that she didn’t really want you anymore and you didn’t see it. Maybe she fell out of love with you and you were so blind with excitement that you didn’t pick up on it. Maybe, maybe, maybe…
You fall asleep reading her last message that says she loves you and couldn’t wait for the date that Saturday. The next few days, you force your mind to shut off so that you can focus on work and trust that when you go to her mom’s house on Saturday night, she will be ready for you to pick her up. Teddy notices you spinning out again and she is tired of watching you put yourself through this again. She wanted to do something about it. She wanted to grab you and shake you out of it but she knew that she had to stay out of it. If she tried to intervene not only you would you hate and hurt her, but you could end up doing something stupid because of it. So, instead of telling you what she thinks about Leigh and the way she treats you, she makes sure that you don’t eat lunch alone. She even stays for dinner a couple of nights. And avoids talking about Leigh at all costs. But she contributes to distracting your mind and trying to get you to laugh.
Then the time comes for you to go pick up Leigh. You text her one last time to see if she’ll respond and when she doesn’t you’re uncertain if you should show up. But you do. You drive to her mothers house and nervously adjust your tie with a bouquet of flowers as you ring the doorbell and wait for someone to answer the door.
When someone does, it’s not who you were waiting for. It was her sister that you’ve seen in a few pictures from Leigh’s social media profiles. “You need to go,” Jules says as she keeps the door close to her.
“What happened?” You ask as your heart drops.
“She can’t see you anymore. You have to leave,” she states more firmly.
“Please, I just need to talk to her. I just need to hear it from her.”
“You have a lot of nerve showing up here after what you did! Do you get off on seeing my sister in pain?” This time she grabs the bouquet and throws them to the ground and stomps on the flowers. “Leave!”
Hearing her sister be so demanding, Leigh rushes to the front of the house where she sees your confused expression just above her sisters’ head. “Oh no,” she says under her breath. “Jules!” She calls out and she pulls her sister away from the door. “It’s fine,” she says. Knowing that this will contradict the story she told her family. “It’s fine,” she repeats and tears spring to her eyes as she sees you standing there looking more hurt than she has ever seen you before. “Can you give us some privacy?” She asks her sister.
“Have you lost your mind already? Have the–”
“Jules! Please, just give us some privacy!” Leigh demands.
Jules huffs and she glares at you as she walks away. You nervously clear your throat as Leigh steps out of the house and closes the front door behind her. “I-I brought you flowers but, um, your sister hates me for some reason so they’re on the floor.” You point to the crushed flowers that Leigh closed the door on. It was quite the image. Kind of what you think your heart might look like after the way Leigh has treated it. “What’s happening, Leigh?”
Leigh licks her lips as she thinks of what to say but she is so afraid to tell you. It was hard enough to tell her family. Looking at her life, she felt so messy and not at all herself. But she had to tell you eventually. She wished that you were the type of person she painted you to be in her family’s eyes. The person that left her when she told you. So she could deal with this on her own. So that you wouldn’t actually leave her and that she could leave you and have it hurt less for her. She could handle ending things with you on her terms. She’s not sure she would be okay with you abandoning her.
With a deep breath, she looks to her twisted fingers and says, “I’m pregnant.” She never considered that you would hug her and choose to stay.
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At My Worst
Chapter Seven
Leigh Shaw x GN! Reader
Warnings: None really but fluff and both Leigh and reader being nervous messes.
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18+ MINORS DNI
Y/N was released after a couple of weeks after the incident. Leigh had decided to start on organising the wedding. Asking about the guests from both sides.
"I guess my family and some friends." They told her as they lay on the sofa as per Leigh's orders. "If I could marry you now I wouldn't care about inviting anyone because I just want to be married to you, but I want to give you a wedding you would like to have."
"Why don't we just elope?" Leigh questioned. "Take an unexpected road trip to Vegas and have an Elvis wannabe marry us."
"As much as that would be fun, I think your mom and sister will most likely do a better job at killing me." They chuckled as Leigh glared at them. "Too soon sorry."
"You have no idea how worried I was." Leigh whispered as she held Y/N's hand. "I thought I was going to lose you and I don't ever want to feel that again."
"Well, I am going to quit." They told her. "And I am going to maybe get a job at the local school maybe, especially since I was a star athlete."
"Whatever." She chuckled as Y/N smiled at her. "What?" She questioned.
"I love you so much." They told her honestly before taking a deep breath. "I never really told you but in that cell, you were the only thing on my mind. I wanted to fight for you."
"Y/N." Leigh whispered as she fully faced them.
"I never wanted you to go through that pain again." They whispered. "It wasn't something that I wanted for you so I fought to stay here for you. For us."
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As the weeks went on, Y/N was recovering amazingly with the help of Leigh. The two had set the date for the wedding and Y/N was finally able to pick up their suit with the help of Nat.
"You look dashing." Nat smirked as Y/N came out of the fitting room.
"Yeah? It's not tacky?" Y/N questioned.
"No, the one with the ruffles and the bow tie were tacky but they were for my amusement." She smirked as Y/N shook their head in amusement. "But yes, this is the one." Nat confirmed as Y/N smiled before changing out of it and paying the cashier. "I still can't believe you're leaving us."
"I need a safer job." Y/N admitted. "I did love working there but I can't put Leigh through the pain of losing someone she loves again."
"So you're doing it for her." Nat stated as Y/N nodded as they walked into the coffee shop.
"I would do anything for her." Y/N admitted as Nat just smiled at them before ordering their coffees.
"I think I am going to leave the job too." Nat admitted. "Since that day, I don't feel safe at all."
"I'm sorry." Y/N took her hand as Nat smiled at them.
"You defended me." Nat stated. "But because of the possobilities of what could have happened if you weren't there keep going through my mind and I am scared to go back."
"Well do it." Y/N told her. "Go after the job you wanted before you worked there."
"Just like you." Nat smirked as Y/N nodded taking a sip of there drink.
"Just like me." They smiled as Nat laughed at their goofiness.
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Leigh paced around her mom's living room as she made sure that everything was ready, her mom, Jules and Drew all stood at the kitchen island, watching with amused looks on their faces.
"She wasn't this nervous for her wedding with Matt." Drew stated as the other two agreed as they watched her on the phone.
"So, is the caterer still on board?" Amy asked as Leigh nodded.
"I am just so nervous." Leigh admitted. "I want everything to be perfect for our day."
"Leigh, everything will be fine." Drew told her as she soon nodded. "As long as Y/N is stood at the alter in a suit, ready to say I do as soon as asked, everything will be perfect."
"You're right." She sighed as she flopped down on the sofa. "Where is Y/N?" She soon questioned as she noticed the time.
"They are with Nat." Jules informed her. "They texted me earlier telling me to let you know they may be a little late."
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The day of the wedding approached faster than either anticipated, Y/N had Nat stay with them while Leigh stayed in her old room. Her mom wanted to help her get ready again as Y/N headed over to the venue to make sure everything was set for Leigh.
"Everything is going to be perfect." Nat told them as she stood beside them in her own suit.
"Yeah?" They questioned as Nat nodded.
"Yeah." She confirmed. "Leigh is a very lucky woman."
"No." Y/N shook their head. "I am the lucky one to have a chance at a life with her."
As all of the guests had took their seats, friends of both Y/N's and Leigh's. Even some of their old high school friends were sat in their seats. Ready to witness a true fairytale as the two have been within arms length all of their lives but never knew it.
As the wedding march had begun, Leigh nervously took a shaky breath as she took Drew's arm as he walked her down the aisle. Y/N felt their heart stop as they saw her dressed in her white dress, their smile grew as tears formed in their eyes.
"Leigh, there isn't enough words in any language to say how deeply I am in love with you. Every moment I spend with you, I fall deeper and the deeper I fall there isn't any turning back, although that is something I don't want to do." They told her, Leigh's smile growing with every word spoken. "All I know is that I want to be by your side on every journey we take together as one. I love you so much."
"Wow." She whispered as she wiped her eyes. "Y/N, I had been in a very bad place for a few years before we met in that bar. At that moment, my heart knew I needed you to live. To move on and be happy, and that is what I am. I am the happiest I have been in years. You are my light in the dark and I love you so much."
As the I do's were said, Y/N never waited for the pastor to say the words, they just kissed Leigh passionately. Showing her in that one kiss they were ready for a life full of love and happiness with her.
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WANDA MAXIMOFF MASTERLIST:
WHO I WILL WRITE FOR: Elizabeth Olsen, Wanda Maximoff (MCU), Jane Banner (Wind River), Therese (In Secret), Elle Brody (Godzilla), Leigh Shaw (Sorry For Your Loss), Taylor Sloane (Ingrid Goes West), Gerry (Very Good Girls)
Next Door Hottie (smut, small angst)
Mommy (smut, fluff)
My Wives (smut)
Assistance (smut, angst)
Obsessed (smut)
My Girl (smut, small angst/fluff)
Daddy Knows Best (smut)
Here To Help (smut, fluff)
My Love.. (smut, fluff)
Disobedience (smut)
A Guest (smut)
Two Is Better Than One (smut)
A Deal Is A Deal (smut)
Try It (smut, small angst)
Yours Again (smut, angst)
The Phone Call (smut)
Too Late (angst)
Pierced (smut)
Anywhere Anytime (smut)
Mommy’s Day (smut, fluff)
Keep Going (small smut, angst, comfort)
The Lucky Winner (smut)
The Keeper Of Her Cold, Wretched heart (angst, smut)
Closer (smut, fluff)
Sweater Weather (smut, fluff)
Mother Natures Tears And Fears (angst, fluff, comfort)
Lost In The Pleasure (smut, fluff)
Can’t Help Falling In Love (fluff)
Taste Of Desire (smut)
Cruel Girl (smut, dark)
Follow My Lead (smut)
Eyes Don’t Lie (smut)
You’ll Always Be Mine (angst, dark!!)
Hate Me? Or Love Me? (angst, smut, fluff) (Jane Banner)
Bunny (smut)
Visions (angst, fluff)
Older (smut)
You Deserve Better Than That (angst, fluff)
Attention-Seeker (angst, fluff)
Pick Or Choose (angst, fluff) (Lizzie)
Drunk In Love (fluff) (Lizzie)
…Hate Me (angst, fluff)
Someone New (But I Still Love You)
You Are Loved… (fluff, angst) (Elizabeth Olsen)
Spider-Woman!Wanda (fluff, smut)
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fic: if i bleed (you'll be the last to know) (2/?)
Part summary: Leigh goes on a double date with Jules. You reach a tipping point with Leigh's relentless hostility towards you.
Pairing: Leigh Shaw x Fem!Reader | Word count for this part: 5,072 | Warnings/Tags: None for now... smut eventually, enemies to lovers A/N: So... this turned into more than a two-shot. But it will still be a mini-series. It's also kinda slow burn for a mini series (lol). Also, this isn't canon compliant at all. Meaning, I took a lot of liberties and added stuff to Leigh and Matt's relationship, and it doesn't follow the timeline of the show. With that said, enjoy!
Masterlist | Part I | Next Part
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The vet bills hit Leigh's bank account way harder than she’s willing to admit.
She knew taking care of pets could get pricey, but she thought that was just for those on their last leg, like Matt's dog, Rogue. Facing those steep costs made her think twice about turning down Drew's offer a while back to bring back her advice column. So, she calls him up as soon as she pays up a quarter of the charges on her credit card for Visitor's medical expenses.
Drew answers on the second ring. “Hey Leigh, what's up?”
Leigh doesn’t beat around the bush. She never has to with her best friend. “Can we meet at the cafe? I need to talk to you about something.”
“Sure. Be there in 20,” Drew replies right away.
The coffee shop they frequent is a small local business that specializes in cold brews. Leigh’s favorite thing about it is not the coffee though, but its interior: mismatched chairs, bookshelves lining the wall, and the temperature that’s always just right. Leigh arrives first, securing their favorite table near the window. Drew walks in a few minutes later, coffee already in hand, and greets her with a warm smile.
“Okay, spill. What's going on?” Drew asks as he takes a seat.
“I've been thinking... about the column. I was wrong to turn it down. I want back in.”
The look of utter surprise on his face tells Leigh this was the last thing he expected. She senses his response won't be a straightforward yes.
“I'd be thrilled to have you back, Leigh, I really would—”
“But?” Leigh cuts in. She doesn’t need to hear a bullshit ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ excuse. She wishes Drew would just be as direct with her as she is with him.
Drew lets out a sigh. Under different circumstances, saying no to Leigh would be as easy as declining an upsell from a McDonald's cashier. However, ever since Leigh became a widow, rejecting her feels significantly harder, even though he's well aware that Leigh values honesty over pity.
“But the thing is, the new writer’s really hitting it off with our audience. She's had a string of articles go viral lately.”
Leigh doesn’t look at all impressed by that. “Yeah, I heard.”
Personally, Drew’s not a fan of the new writer's style, and honestly, he still prefers Leigh. It would just be a hard sell if he brought this up to management. As the saying goes: if it ain't broke, don't fix it.
“Look, I still think you have a unique voice. You know I’d still take advice from you over the new girl.”
Leigh scoffs a little at that, shaking her head. Drew rolls his eyes; it’s typical of Leigh to never know how to take a compliment. He continues, “How would you feel about guest writing? Maybe for the first couple of weeks, we could find a way to incorporate your insights into a series or a special feature.”
It’s not what she hoped for, but she recognizes the olive branch for what it is.
And she’ll take it.
“I... yeah, I think that could work, Drew. I've got a ton of new ideas, and this... this could be great,” Leigh says. “Uhm, thanks.”
Drew grins. “I thought you'd like that. Let's kick off with a couple of guest pieces, see how it goes.”
Leigh half-heartedly returns his enthusiasm just as her order of cheeseburger and affogato are served.
“Anything new with you?” Drew asks, his voice taking on that tone he reserves for the really good gossip. Knowing Drew's helping her out, Leigh figures a little life update wouldn't hurt as a form of thanks.
That update is about you. And the moment Leigh spills the beans, Drew's face lights up like a Christmas tree. But his excitement fizzles out just as fast when he figures out Leigh's got nothing scandalous to say. All she mentions is how you might've missed the mark by not doing your homework on the guy you were seeing.
“What’s your plan then?”
“Seems like everyone’s asking me that,” Leigh says flatly.
“You took your stray to her place, right? So, there must be some sort of plan. I mean, you could've gone to any other vet if you wanted to avoid her.”
“Yeah, but her clinic's location is so convenient, and I didn't want to shrink my world just for her.”
Drew hums in response. Leigh admits she’s been unusually passive with you. Normally, she'd confront issues head-on, but even almost half a year later, she still hasn’t fully processed Matt’s death, let alone his cheating. She's been trying a new tactic, almost as if by ignoring her problems, she hopes they'll fade away on their own. She seems to be betting on the idea that if she pretends long enough, maybe one day she'll wake up and find those issues have lost their grip on her.
“I don’t know Leigh, the whole thing’s weird,” Drew says, scrunching up his face a bit.
“It’s not like I’m trying to make a friend or enemy out of her,” Leigh replies with a shrug. “I’m just using her services as a doctor, and she’s getting paid for it. That’s all there is to it.”
“Oh, so that’s why you need your old job back. She’s draining your purse,” he says, smirking as he adds, “Bitch.”
“You don’t have to call her that,” Leigh chides, though the corner of her mouth twitches in amusement. Deep down, she understands the twisted satisfaction in disliking someone without having to justify it.
“The funniest thing that can happen is if you two actually end up being friends,” Drew quips, picking up an accidental curly from Leigh’s plate.
Leigh finds that scenario hard to imagine, almost impossible. She doesn’t think she can be friends with someone Matt liked more than her.
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Leigh is hunched over her laptop, with sheets of paper and colorful markers spread out on the table, meticulously designing missing dog posters for Visitor.
Jules, leaning against the doorframe with a mug of coffee in hand, watches Leigh for a moment before speaking up. “You know, you should've done that the second you decided to take Visitor in.”
Leigh doesn't look up from her screen. “His leg needed to be taken care of first,” she reasons.
Jules rolls her eyes, pushing off from the doorframe to come closer. “And? How did it go at the clinic?”
Leigh pauses, then lets out an exaggerated sigh. “I already told you about the tests Visitor had to go through. They said he’ll be fine.”
“I mean with the doctor, not the patient,” Jules clarifies with a smirk.
There's a beat of silence before Leigh quips, “No cat fights happened, I promise,” her eyes going back to her laptop.
“Any chance she knocked off a bit of the bill?” Jules asks, moving to sit behind Leigh to take a peek of her work. It looks like an 8th grader’s art project, but she bites back any criticisms.
“Nope.”
“Told you she’s a bitch,” Jules murmurs under her breath.
“It's not like anyone's doing charity work these days, especially not in this economy,” Leigh argues weakly.
“Yeah, right. Like she needs your money, Leigh. Veterinarians are loaded, if you didn’t know.”
“If you say so.”
Jules decides to drop the subject, and Leigh can hear her shuffling and thinking behind her.
“Hey, there's something I've been wanting to ask you. Don't get mad, okay?”
“Prefacing like that? I'm bracing myself to be utterly scandalized,” Leigh says before smiling and sneaking a glance at Jules.
“Great, you’re cracking jokes again. That’s a good sign,” Jules deadpans but a second later, she’s smiling too.
“Ask away,” Leigh prods.
Jules takes a deep breath, and then:
“Do you think you’re ready to meet someone new?”
Leigh suddenly stops, her fingers just hanging there above the keyboard, unsure of what to do next. What’s the protocol here? If three months is usually the cooling period after a break-up before one can start dating other people, then what's the deal when it's about a husband who's not only passed away but was also cheating? How does that work?
Before Leigh can come up with an answer, she realizes she's already saying no.
Jules groans. “Come on, it's just a double date. It'll be fun. You and me and—”
“I’m really not in the mood to meet other people, Jules.”
Jules cuts in, laying it on thick. “Leigh, seriously, when was the last time you went out and had a little fun? You're practically turning into a recluse. I won't stand by and watch my sister morph into the neighborhood's infamous dog lady.”
“Dog lady? Really?”
“I'm just saying, it's either try something new or start knitting dog sweaters for fun. Your choice.”
Jules can be a real pest sometimes; it’s an endearing quality except when they seem ready to go for each other's throats.
“You think you’re hilarious, don’t you?” Leigh rests her chin on her hand, seriously considering the invitation for a second. “I don’t know how to meet people, Jules. I stopped meeting people when I met Matt. He was my entire world, you know?”
Jules softens, throwing her arms around Leigh’s shoulders. “I know. And I wouldn't push if I didn't think it could be good for you. Plus, I promise, if it's awful, I'll personally escort you out and we can ditch them for ice cream. How's that?”
Leigh senses that Jules won't give up until she gets a yes, so she decides to concede just this time and get it over with.
“Okay, okay, you win. I'll go on your stupid double date. But if this ends in disaster, you're buying me the biggest tub of ice cream you can find,” Leigh says, shrugging her sister off her.
Jules pumps her fist in victory. “Deal! You won't regret this, Leigh. And who knows? It might actually be fun.”
-
The double date goes surprisingly smoothly, except for the occasional touches coming from her date. To be fair, they are typical for a date and are executed with respect. However, for some reason, Leigh finds herself unusually conscious of every physical contact, making her anxious to move things along and call it a night.
As they step out of the restaurant, Leigh mentally scrambles to remember her date's name. She's bracing for the goodbyes, ready to retreat into the comfort of her room, when Tommy, Jules' girlfriend, suggests they cap the night off at a new bar. It turns out Leigh's date has an investment in the place. He jumps at the suggestion, clearly eager to flaunt this detail, perhaps hoping to impress her.
He does earn a sincere, “That’s cool,” from Leigh, just before she slides into the backseat of his car. Tommy quickly calls dibs on the front seat, leaving the siblings sitting next to each other in the back.
The new bar clearly wants to be the town’s next hotspot, but it seems to be trying too hard. It's got this odd vibe where you're not sure if you should be dancing or just looking around, wondering what it really wants you to do. But Leigh agreed to this, and she won’t embarrass Jules by ditching.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
She stiffens a bit as he draws near, the heat of Patrick's breath—Jules had reminded her of his name during the car ride—making her uncomfortably aware of how close he is. She shifts, trying to put a polite distance between them without seeming too obvious about it. “Um, just a gin and tonic, please,” she says.
She practically sighs in relief as Patrick heads off to order, her eyes darting around the bar. The 90s R&B background gets her head bopping, but all she’s thinking about is her couch and an episode of Parks and Recreation waiting for her at home. Jules and Tommy are in their own little world, giggling and looking all cozy. Leigh never thought she could feel like a third wheel on a double date.
Patrick is taking his time, and when Leigh cranes her neck to peer over the bar, she catches him striking up a conversation with a blonde. Her eyes narrow into slits as she watches, both of them obviously charmed by the other as Patrick laughs at something she said, enjoying himself in a way he hadn’t all night.
Leigh feels a prick of irritation. Sure, she hasn’t been giving him the time of his life, but they’re still on a date. Isn’t there some unwritten rule about not flirting with other people when you're supposed to be with someone?
She waits a bit longer, hoping Patrick would remember he was supposed to be getting her a drink and come back. However, he hasn't moved an inch from his spot and is even passing Leigh's drink to the woman as they keep chatting. Leigh’s mind races. She knows she isn’t into Patrick, has been giving him nothing but the bare minimum, yet she can't shake off the feeling of being slighted. It's not like she wanted his undivided attention, but this... this just seems rude.
She catches Jules looking at her, a questioning eyebrow raised. Leigh just shrugs, not sure how to explain the jumble of feelings she's experiencing without sounding petty or jealous.
When Patrick finally comes back with her drink, the mood has already turned sour for Leigh. She musters a polite smile, accepts the gin and tonic with a thank you, but then heads to the bar on her own without saying anything more. At this point, she's indifferent to what Patrick, Tommy, or Jules might think or say of her; she's finished playing nice for the day.
Leigh slams her gin and tonic like it's water, the sting barely registering. She signals for another without missing a beat and strangers start sliding over drinks with cheeky grins. She toasts to nothing, to no one, letting the conversations slip away before they can get even one word out.
By drink number six—or was it seven?—everything's spinning, laughter too loud, lights too bright. Leigh’s clinging to the bar for dear life when she thinks she sees you. But as quickly as the figure appears, it's lost again, leaving her questioning her ability to handle her alcohol. Back in her college days, Leigh could hold her liquor like a champ, thanks to endless nights of partying. But now, staring down at her drink, she realizes she might've overestimated her current tolerance. The alcohol hits harder than she remembers, making her head swim more than she'd like to admit. It's been a while since she's gone this hard, and her body isn't shy about reminding her.
The worst part of it though is why, of all the faces her mind could conjure up, it's choosing yours.
Just as she tries to shake off the bizarre vision, your face appears again, this time on the dance floor, writhing in a sea of thick, sweating bodies. You're dancing closely with a man, and it’s—
It’s Matt.
Leigh blinks rapidly, attempting to dispel the hallucination because it's impossible; Matt is dead—this can't be real.
But the image of you and Matt refuses to go away. She continues to see the way your grind against him, the way you caress his face as you pull it further into your neck. Anger surges through her, hot and uncontrollable, and before she knows it, her last shot of tequila crashes to the floor. Before the bartender or anyone else can even figure out what's happening, Leigh storms through the crowd, pushing her way to what she believes is you and her husband, and shoves the couple hard. The moment she does it, the fog in her brain finally clears.
She saw wrong. They’re just a random couple, looking as shocked as she feels mortified.
Humiliated and more drunk than she's willing to admit, Leigh doesn't stick around to apologize. Tears start to well up as she pushes through the crowd, dodging empty faces while Jules' calls fade into the background. She shoves through the last of the mob, bursts through the doors into the night, and freedom feels just a breath away. But that breath catches, twists into a violent churn in her gut, and she can barely stagger a few desperate steps away from the entrance before her knees are on the cold pavement, and she’s spilling out onto the ground in front of her. A few groans of disgusts from the people around her doesn’t register as she succumbs to the consequences of her indulgence. Shortly after, she remembers why she’s cut back on alcohol, apart from the fact that Matt abhors it, turns him off more than anything.
“Leigh?”
The voice is familiar, even if she’s heard it only a few times. Her head's spinning as she looks up, the chilly air slapping her face after the stuffiness of the club. She blinks, trying to clear the blur of tears and the aftereffects of one too many drinks, squinting at the figure stepping out from under the streetlights.
Your face, more clearly now under the lamp post is kind of sobering her up a bit.
So, were you actually there in the club, or is Leigh so haunted by thoughts of you and Matt—thoughts she's tried so hard to ignore and bury—that she managed to conjure you as a way to finally confront her true feelings about the entire situation? It’s always the battles with herself she never wins.
“Hey, you alright?” you ask, lowering yourself to get a better look at her but keeping back a bit—just enough space for her to catch her breath or in case she needs to throw up again.
Leigh doesn't respond, doesn't even seem to see you're there. You rummage through your crossbody bag, pulling out some wet wipes and offering them to her. She still doesn't look up, but grabs what you’re offering with a little force.
She proceeds to wipe her mouth and then her entire face as you continue talking, words tumbling out in a nervous stream.
“I saw you back there, in the club. I wasn't sure if I should come up to you, you know, with everything that's happened... with me being... well, the person I am in all of this,” you explain softly. “And then I saw what happened, how upset you got. Sorry I followed you here, I…I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
Leigh abruptly gets to her feet, and you instinctively step back, giving her more room than probably needed.
“Why?” Leigh fires at you, her tone so icy it almost makes you regret coming after her. You're taken aback, eyebrows scrunching up in confusion.
Why what?
“Why do you even care?” she clarifies, eyeing you as if you're the densest person on the planet.
You grasp for something, anything that sounds like you're not just here out of guilt. “Anyone who knows you would be worried,” you say before you can think twice about what it could mean.
Leigh's laugh is sharp, cutting. “You don't know me,” she throws back.
“Yeah, I don’t,” you mumble to yourself. You wish you did, so you could fix this.
Leigh’s anger doesn’t let up. “You know what I think? You're playing the good Samaritan to scrub off your guilt. But not knowing Matt was married? That's on you. I bet you never asked too many questions because you wanted him to be Mr. Perfect—single, ready to mingle, the dream guy.”
Opening your mouth to argue, you find yourself at a loss. Leigh’s not entirely wrong. With Matt, you were in a bubble, caught up in the thrill of meeting someone who seemed so right, so honest. You clung to his every word, wanting to believe in this image of him you'd built up.
The truth is, you never wanted to meet Leigh Shaw; you wanted to believe Matt's only fault was how he ended things with you, by disappearing.
But before you can admit to all of that, Leigh is already storming off. You think about chasing after her, but she spins around so fast at your footsteps, shooting you a threatening look and a low, “Stop following me,” that nails you to the ground.
You keep staring at the spot she disappeared from, long after she's gone, wondering why Matt felt the need to find love elsewhere.
-
Leigh goes home, but not to an empty house. The second she opens the door, Visitor bounds into her arms, full of wiggles and wet nose kisses. Her mom's off somewhere, doing who knows what—Leigh's stopped trying to figure out where or why. Meanwhile, her phone buzzes with a string of voicemails from Jules, but Leigh's not in the mood to dive into those just yet. She decides they can wait till morning, along with the other missed calls and unread messages from strangers, asking for more information on Visitor.
For now, she peels off her socks and pants, leaving them scattered carelessly up the stairs before passing out on her bed.
-
Visitor’s follow-up check-up rolls around way too quickly for comfort. The moment Leigh steps through the clinic door with the dog in tow, you can practically cut the tension with a knife. Leigh's trying to keep it together, but her attempts at civility are imbued with a coldness that can’t be ignored.
With only a small ‘good morning’ from you and a nod from Leigh, you start the consultation, knowing you’d be doing her a favor if you just get right to it.
“How's Visitor been eating?” you ask as you work your stethoscope.
“He eats fine,” Leigh drawls.
You nod, jotting down a note before moving on, “And his activity levels? Any changes there?”
Leigh’s response comes laced with sarcasm.
“Oh, he's just peachy. Running marathons every morning.”
You clear your throat, trying to rein in your mounting annoyance at her childish behavior. “I'm just trying to get a complete picture,” you say.
But Leigh's not having any of it. Her comments grow sharper, her patience thinning, and it's clear she's more interested in taking jabs at you than discussing her dog's health.
Her last sarcastic remark has you drawing the line. “Leigh, you can be upset with me all you want outside of this clinic, but I won't tolerate disrespect while I'm trying to do my job,” you say evenly. “You're welcome to find another vet if you can't keep this professional. I have every right to refuse service if this continues. It's not what I want, but I'm not about to let you treat me any less professionally.”
Leigh goes quiet, yet she keeps her eyes locked on yours, decidedly not backing down. Then, after a tense moment, she mutters a single word, “Sorry.” It's not much, but it's something, and you decide to take it and move on.
“You mentioned something about a blood sample?” Leigh says, steering the conversation back to the reason she came in, and you're all for following her lead on this.
“Yeah, we need to check if his platelets are up and his infections are down, see if the meds are doing their job,” you explain. Then, veering a bit from standard procedure, you add, “Since this is a follow-up visit, I'm going to cut the lab test price in half for you.”
The discount evidently lifts her mood. It's not a perfect truce, but it's enough to get through the examination without any more barbs.
A while later, you're back with Visitor's CBC results in hand. “The infection's gone down, but it's still borderline,” you report, showing her the numbers. “We'll need to keep him on the medication for another week. And I'm adding some multivitamins and a specific diet to his regimen.”
You scribble down the details, then note at the bottom of the pad about the discount—not just for the lab test, but for the prescriptions too.
Leigh takes the paper, scanning the details before her eyes finally meet yours. “Thank you,” she says, her voice softer than it's been.
“You’re welcome,” you reply with a smile before going back to your notebook, looking deep in thought.
Leigh feels like you're back to your usual, friendly self. Yet she thinks she prefers the more raw, unfiltered version of you. The version that called her out earlier. These days, she's starving for that kind of honesty. Because having her as your client can’t be all that pleasurable. She's aware of how challenging she's been, and the straightforwardness somehow makes her feel more understood, more seen.
She wishes people would stop seeing her as Leigh: the one with the dead husband.
Then, out of nowhere, she asks, “When did you start working here?”
It's a seemingly insignificant question, yet coming from Leigh, it prompts you to close your notebook and focus entirely on her.
“I—”
“Because a year ago, I remember meeting a different doctor,” Leigh adds, absentmindedly running her fingers through Visitor’s coarse hair as he sleeps on her lap.
“You’ve been here before?”
It’s a painful memory—one that still sometimes brings tears to her eyes whenever it crosses her mind. Back then, the clinic bore a different name, and she and Matt had come together to say goodbye to Rogue.
“I have when it was still called Palm Coast,” she says.
You nod, understanding the context now. “Yeah, that was before my time. I bought this clinic on a whim after spending a few years practicing in Dubai.”
While most would latch onto the tidbit about your intriguing career history, Leigh zeros in on something else entirely, asking directly, “When did Matt start coming here?”
You shift uncomfortably at her question, and Leigh immediately regrets pushing too hard. She’s about to backtrack when you halt her apologies. “It’s okay. I’m open to talking about it, just not here,” you suggest. “How about over coffee?”
Leigh hesitates, then says, “Okay, let me just text my boss that I won't be able to lead the yoga class this morning.”
“It doesn’t have to be now. Tomorrow works,” you say.
Realizing her assumption, Leigh’s cheeks color slightly. “What time?”
Now it's your turn to feel a bit awkward. “Would 7 work? It's the only time I have before the clinic opens.”
“In the morning?” Leigh says again, making sure she heard you right.
You nod sheepishly in reply.
“Or we could maybe—”
“No, it's okay,” Leigh interrupts quickly. She's usually up before sunrise anyway; the only change would be trimming her morning run a bit. And for a one-time chat to get the answers she's after, she figures she can make such a small sacrifice.
–
“Are you sure you want to return Visitor to his real family?”
True to form, it's Jules who breaks the two-day-long sibling spat. It's usually her who tries to smooth things over with an apology, even on days when Leigh isn't exactly the easiest person to deal with. Her therapist keeps telling her not to always be the one to buckle, especially when she's the one who's been hurt, that Leigh should be the one to step up and make things right for a change.
But here she is, reaching out first, just like always—because waiting for Leigh to make the first move feels like waiting for snow in July.
“Oh, so you’re talking to me again?” Leigh says as if she's gearing up for another round of conflict rather than welcoming peace.
Jules ignores her and continues, “Have you actually tried to find Visitor's owners, or have you just kinda... kept him because it feels good to have him around?”
“So what if it feels good to have a dog who loves you and is loyal to you?”
Jules shakes her head in a condescending manner, which only serves to irritate Leigh further. As soon as her popcorn is done, she heads out of the kitchen, flops onto the couch, flips on the TV, and kicks her feet up on the coffee table. Jules follows her, opting to stand next to the TV, poised to yank the plug out if necessary.
“Leigh, you do understand that taking care of a dog isn't something to take lightly, right?” Jules starts, but she breaks off when the dog in question trots over, tail wagging, trying to coax Jules into picking him up.
Leigh acts like she hasn't heard a word, her eyes glued to the TV screen.
“I thought you'd learned something from what happened with Rogue—”
That hits a nerve. Leigh's quick to fire back, “Oh, and jumping into a serious relationship is super responsible, right? Especially when staying sober is part of the deal.”
Right after the words leave her mouth, Leigh regrets them deeply. She's painfully aware of Jules' long battle with alcoholism, a struggle that began in college and required more than a couple of tries before Jules could claim any sort of victory over her addiction. Leigh knows it's still a sore subject for Jules, still fighting her demons, making her comment unfairly harsh.
Though the retaliation didn’t come out of nowhere. Leigh caught Jules at the club, discreetly sipping a drink she swore off, and chose to keep quiet then to avoid causing a scene in front of Tommy. She had plans to bring it up later, but then her own slip-up with drinking, bailing on her date, and the fallout with Jules spiraled into one of their nastiest rows in a long while.
“Jules, I’m sorr—”
“Just save it, Leigh.”
Jules heads for the door, her hand clenched tight, barely hanging onto her emotions. Leigh feels the situation slipping further downhill, and she can't just stand back and watch things crumble even more. She's about to chase after Jules when the doorbell rings, stopping both of them cold.
But Jules doesn’t even bother with the door; instead, she veers off, storming upstairs with that telltale slam of her bedroom door echoing down. Leigh sighs, stuck in the aftermath, while Visitor starts barking at the door. Dragging her feet, Leigh heads over to open it, half-expecting another problem but hoping for a distraction.
Leigh definitely wasn't expecting Danny, and seeing him there, she gets the sinking feeling that this storm swirling around her isn’t going to blow over just yet.
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Echo - Leigh Shaw x Reader
Summary: Y/n admits her true feelings to Leigh for her to get denied. What happens when Leigh keeps pulling Y/n in to only push her away again? Will Y/n keep coming back or will she finally leave for good?
Warnings: swearing, alcohol, smut, 18+ (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT) , drunkLeigh!, angst.
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A/n: This idea kept popping up in my head so I had to write it. It was inspired by the song “Echo” by Alexander Stewart. I hope you enjoy this oneshot and as always any likes, reblogs and comments mean a lot. Also shoot me a message if you would like to be tagged in any of my works or tagged for a specific character :) enjoy!
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You first met Leigh outside of her grief group in the parking lot. Your sister was the grief counsellor for the group and you would always stop by to help hand out refreshments if you had the chance.
You remember the day Leigh Shaw finally talked to you as if it were yesterday. You had seen Leigh coming to grief group for over a year now and the therapist in you saw something in her. Over time you started to grow a crush on the woman and loved how blunt and straightforward she was; you never ever considered that one day that bluntness would hurt you more than anything else in this world.
Leigh had stayed behind a little to help your sister and you clean up. Once everything was almost done Leigh decided to call it a night mumbling a goodnight to the both of you. You had noticed she seemed more down than usual, so you spotted the extra doughnuts left over from today’s session and grabbed the box and ran out after her.
“Hey, Leigh. Can you wait up for a second” you yelled after her. Leigh stopped and turned around to face you and you felt your heart rate increase against your chest as her sage green eyes, with a blank look, stared into your own. Leigh’s brows furrowed eyebrows as she tilted to the side slightly as she wondered why you were chasing after her.
You jogged the rest of the way up to Leigh and held out the box of doughnuts while smiling widely at her as she frowned, looking down at the box of doughnuts. You caught on to her further confusion immediately.
“Oh, my sister had some of these left over and we weren’t going to eat them. You seemed a little more down in today’s session than usual and I noticed how much you love doughnuts. I thought you could use an extra pick me-up or you know, if you don’t want a pity gift then you could consider them as a thank you gift, for helping my sister and I clear up tonight” you ramble. You start scratching the back of your neck as you avoid all eye contact with her, knowing that if you did your heart might just beat out of your chest or stop completely.
“Thank you, uhm, sorry, I don’t know your name” Leigh apologises as you catch the guilty look flash across her face briefly.
“That's okay, and my name is Y/n L/n. My sister runs your grief group” you explain as Leigh nods in acknowledgement.
“Right, yeah, of course. Well Y/n L/n, it was very nice to meet you and thanks again for the doughnuts. Maybe I could see you again sometime? Outside of the grief group, maybe we could grab some coffee together one day?” Leigh proposes.
“I’d really like that, Leigh, hang on I’ll enter my number into your phone if you’d like” you suggest. Leigh flashes you a smile, the first one you’d seen off her all night, as she passes you her phone. You input your number and hand it back to her before walking Leigh to her car and watching her drive off.
Leigh texted you three days after and invited you out for coffee and that was where a beautiful friendship began. You and Leigh spent nearly everyday together for three months and your crush on Leigh only developed further until you fell completely in love with her.
Over time, as the two of you kept growing closer physically, you ended up sleeping together one night. Since that first time it became a recurring event that whenever Leigh needed you, you would be there and the two of you would have sex.
That’s what leads you to where you are right now watching her grab the rest of her clothes and walk out of your apartment without so much as a word.
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“Fuck y/n. Right th-there” Leigh moans echo your bedroom, her hips thrusting uncontrollably at the pace you’ve set with your strap.
You are completely mesmerised as you stare at the way her breasts bounce as she rides you. You bite your lip to silence yourself from groaning whilst focusing on her perky breasts and erect nipples “fuck Leigh, you are so fucking perfect. Come on baby, that's it; you can do it. Fuck yourself on my cock baby” you purr.
You thrust your hips up off the mattress as hard and as fast as you can as Leigh rides you. You place the soles of your feet flat so that you can thrust at a quicker pace and deeper into her pussy. Her head tilts back in ecstasy as she slides her hands up your torso and lands on your breasts to anchor her as she lifts her hips, sinking back down on your strap, taking the full length of the toy.
You caress her hips before gripping them a little tighter and guide her as she rides you. Pulling her hips down against you whilst you thrust into her as she runs her hands across your chest exploring the shape of your breasts, almost like she wishes to commit the feeling of them to memory.
“Fuck y/n, I’m going to cum baby” she moans as her hips speed up, chasing her high, but you have other ideas.
You lean up so you are sitting as Leigh still bucks against the strap buried within her. You bring your lips to her nipple and run your tongue over it before taking her nipple in your mouth and softly sucking and biting on it before letting it go. You move on to her other breast once again taking her nipple in your mouth as you knead the other one. You can hear Leigh’s ragged breaths as she struggles to reach the orgasm she is so desperately chasing. “Y/n baby please, I need you” she pleads.
You place a kiss just under her breast and bite the skin before soothing it over with your tongue. You pull away at her desperate pleas “need me to help you baby?” you coo into her ear. She shudders, nodding, as your breath tickles her ears just adding to her overwhelming need to cum.
Leigh nods frantically “please make me cum” she whimpers, her body becoming tired as she grinds harshly against your strap showing you how desperate she is.
“Okay baby I’ve got you” you shush her.
In one quick motion you flip her so that she is on her back and she instantly wraps her legs around your waist allowing you better access to her pussy. You pull your strap out of her until only the tip is inside her. Leigh whimpers at the temporary loss. You lean down and start kissing her lips before moving your kisses down her jaw until you reach the sweet spot on her neck. You thrust your entire length into her entrance until you bottom out just as you bite down on the sweet spot on her neck, smoothing the bite over with your tongue. Leigh’s entire body arches reactively into you as she lets out the most perfectly sinful moans which echo the bedroom walls.
You continue the thrusting into her deeply and hard whilst leaving kisses down her neck, collarbone and breasts, gently nipping her and leaving bites every so often. Leigh bucks hard against you as she runs her fingers up your arms and along your back as she digs her nails into your back to ground herself at the brutal pace you have set.
“Y/n I’m go-gonna cum, fuck y/n” she moans loudly as her walls clench against the strap as her hips and body jerk as she cums hard all over your strap. You continue thrusting into her softly until the last wave of her orgasm has washed over her. You smile at her and kiss her lips and then her forehead before pulling out of her as she whimpers slightly.
You remove the strap and throw it across the room to deal with later as you crawl up the bed and collapse next to Leigh. You place a soft kiss on her temple “you okay?” You ask, passing her some water that she politely declines. You go to wrap your arms around her and pull her into you to cuddle, but she has already leaped from the bed and began getting dressed.
This is what she always does after the two of you have sex. She gets dressed as soon as you have made her cum, leaves, doesn’t talk to you or answer your messages and calls for two weeks, calls you up to hang out, saying that she misses you and the cycle repeats itself.
Every time you try to even remotely bring up the subject of her staying after having sex, she just yells and it always ends in an argument. You keep trying, hoping that each outcome will be different, but they all end the same; her leaving.
You jump up and start getting dressed too, but this only speeds up her process as she opens the bedroom door. You run over to her and slam the door shut with your hand and gently spin her around to face you, but she refuses to look into your eyes. You bend your knees slightly as you cup her cheek, softly, rubbing your thumb over the apples of her cheeks, trying to catch her eyes with yours.
“Leigh please, don’t do this again. Okay? Just please don’t leave like you always do” you plead with her.
Leigh looks up and meets your eyes “I can’t do this, Y/n, this was a mistake. I was lonely and…” “and I was just there. I get it, Leigh. I know the whole script like the back of my hand at this point. At least you’re consistent. I’ll give you that” you cut her off sadly, finishing the same speech she always provides.
“Y/n, that’s not fair” she mumbles trying to reach out for you just so she can offer a few soft touches to pacify you before leaving just like she intended to do in the first place anyway.
“No, you know what’s not fair, Leigh? I am in love with you and have been since we met and you know this and yet you still sleep with me, leave, don’t talk to me for weeks and then repeat the cycle. You know this and you refuse to admit you feel the same way because you’re scared. I get it, Leigh. I do. You’re scared that if you let me in entirely and let yourself feel the feelings you have for me, that you’ll lose me, but I’m still here.
We do the same dance every time Leigh. You kiss me and I kiss you back; we end up sleeping together, and then you tell me it’s a mistake. But it’s not a mistake, and you know it. You know, deep down you have feelings for me too, but you won’t admit them because you’re so scared I’m gonna leave you just like Matt did or that you’re betraying him.. But I’m not going anywhere, Leigh. I am right here. I am always right here where you leave me. I tried to go slow because I thought that’s what you needed. Matt would want you to be happy and move on. I’m not going to leave you like Matt did, Leigh” you sigh, letting all your thoughts out.
Leigh glares at you before stepping forward so she can finally look you deep in the eyes “you know what I’m sick of, Y/n? You psychoanalysing me all the fucking time. You may be a therapist, but I am not one of your fucking patients, and your stupid therapy methods don’t work on me, so stop treating me like one. I don’t need you to be patient with me or tell me you aren’t going to leave me like Matt; instead you should keep my husband’s name out of your mouth. Don’t you get it? I don’t want to be with you. You’re so desperate god, you’re just a good fuck every so often” she yells exasperatedly as she throws her hands up before they come crashing back down against her thighs.
You step back as you feel a pang of hurt in your chest as if someone had just punched you in the gut. You feel the tears start to come to form in your eyes as her mossy green eyes convey nothing but anger towards you. You decide you won’t let her see how much she hurt you, so instead you swallow the lump in your throat and push down the tears.
“Fine, you know what Leigh, fine. I’m done doing this with you. From now on, don’t contact me. I am done trying to make this work. If you are afraid of your feelings then fine, but excuse me if I don’t stick around for you just to insult me and treat me like a punching bag. I refuse to let you drag me down with you. I need to distance myself from you for a while because it hurts too much to be around you anymore” you croak as your emotions become too much.
Something snaps in Leigh when she realises what is happening and her eyes shine with panic, her wide eyes glistening with unshed tears, which then soften as she attempts to reach out for you once more to try and console you. You step back away from her shaking your head as you shrug her off, leading her to the front door as you hold it wide open.
“Y/n please I didn’t mean what I said” she apologises, her eyes pleading you not to do this.
You continue to hold the door open and look down at the ground, avoiding her eyes “bye Leigh” you mumble. Leigh’s tears escape her eyes as she comes to the realisation that she really fucked up this time and wipes them away with the palm of her hand as they fall. She tries to catch your eye once more but gives up knowing you have made up your mind and steps out your apartment door, nearly hitting her on the way out.
As soon as the door is closed you let yourself break down and slide down the door in pain as you feel your heart break, the echo of her voice still in your head.
Little do you know, Leigh is breaking down in her own car as she replays the conversation over and over knowing every single thing you said was right. It takes Leigh a good hour before she can compose herself enough to drive home, but as she does her heart feels shattered.
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You wake up to the vibrations your phone is making as its screen lights up the room from your bedside table. You let out a groan, cursing whoever is calling you in the middle of the night, and reach over blindly to answer the phone without bothering to check the caller ID.
“Hello” you answer groggily as you try to rub the sleep out of your eyes as you struggle to keep them from drooping shut again.
“Y/n baby. I-I am so s-sorry. I can’t stop thinking about you, please ignore…..forgive me. I-I need you baby…I need you close to me a-all the time. I fucked up…god I fucked up baby, I ne-want you close to me” Leigh's slurred voice comes through your phone.
Starting to wake up you hear by her hiccuping and slurred dialogue that she is drunk somewhere. You sigh, this happens a lot.
Leigh blows up at you and pushes you away and then she ends up at some nightclub or bar drunk and phones you apologising and you fall back into her arms every time.
“Where are you? I’m picking you up” you insist. You start to slowly lose your patience like you always do when she keeps slurring her words and not forming any coherent sentences.
Eventually, after fifteen minutes of softly demanding that Leigh give her phone to a bartender do you find out where she is. The bartender informs you that he will keep her safe and cut her off until you arrive to take her home.
Leigh begins to get upset and sniffles when you tell her you have to hang up so you can drive to her.
“Leigh please baby. I need to hang up so I can come meet you at the bar, I’m coming so you need to hang up. The sooner you hang up the sooner I’ll be there” you bargain with her. Eventually, she relents and makes you promise that you’ll be there soon which of course you do.
After quickly flinging on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt, you grab your phone and keys and set off to retrieve Leigh. The whole drive all you can hear is the echo of a combination of different fights you’ve had with Leigh along with all her moans and bursts of laughter. You can’t help thinking that you can’t keep doing this anymore if she refuses to give you even a little reassurance apart from drunk calls that she feels the same way as you do.
Eventually, you find Leigh at the bar sipping on some water. You head over to her and wrap your arms around her waist and you can’t help but feel elated when you see the way her sad face lights up with adoration when she sees you.
“Y/n” she sighs contentedly as she allows her head to lull back against your shoulder allowing the alcohol to fully possess her. You sigh and shake your head when you realise she’s passed out in a drunken state. You thank the bartender and grab her in a bridal hold and take her out to the passenger side of your car. You gently place her in the seat and buckle her seatbelt before gently shutting the door. You then climb in the driver’s seat and drive her back to her apartment.
You pick up her handbag that she had at the bar and rummage for her keys. Once found, you get out of the car and open her apartment door before racing back to the car to gently lift her out. Once in your arms Leigh wraps her arms around your neck subconsciously and snuggles into you chest sighing in her sleep. You shut the car door and lock it before making your way up the stairs and into her apartment, kicking the door shut behind you.
You place Leigh gently on her bed and take her dress off before tucking her under the covers and rolling on her side to ensure she doesn’t choke if she’s sick during the night. You then head into her kitchen and grab a tall glass of water and some tablets for her head, that she will no doubt require in the morning, and place them on her bedside table.
You kneel beside her and brush the hair away from her eyes and mouth as you gaze at her peacefully sleeping with the occasional soft snore falling past her lips. You think it’s adorable and only find yourself wishing that you could wake up to her at least once.
As much as you are in love with Leigh, you know things will never change. Leigh will go back to wanting to spend everyday with you and as soon as the two of you sleep together again she’ll be gone.
You can’t keep holding on to hope that she might change or hold on to the echo of her anymore.You sigh defeated and place a soft kiss to her forehead before grabbing the blanket on the couch and settling down on it to try to get some sleep.
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When Leigh wakes in the morning a rush of pain hits her forehead and makes her dizzy. Disorientated, she attempts to piece her night together. One minute she was thinking of calling Y/n to apologise in the bar and then everything goes blank. Leigh brings her gaze down and notices she is just in her underwear and her dress is on her chair in the corner of her room. When she glances to the left she sees a glass of water and some tablets on her bedside table.
How the hell did she get home?
She groans as she sits on the edge of her bed at the throbbing in her temples. She takes the tablets and gulps the water down before gathering the courage to get up to retrieve another glass for her dry throat.
Leigh stops in her tracks as she enters into her kitchen and sees you lying passed out on the sofa. So that’s how she got home, she pieces it together and groans internally when the flashbacks of her calling Y/n drunk come to the forefront of her mind. Leigh smiles at how soft and peaceful you look as you sleep and decides to make some coffee to thank you.
She doesn’t deserve you, not after the way she treated you. She acknowledges this but still can’t help but to feel excited that you came to her rescue last night. Surely that means you still care right?
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You wake up to the strong smell of freshly brewed coffee and your stomach rumbling. Groaning and stretching you wake yourself up and blink the sleep out of your eyes as they adjust to the light flooding through Leigh’s living room windows.
“Hey, sleepy head” you hear Leigh softly greet you good morning. You mumble a non-coherent good morning as you sit up and accept the mug of coffee she made for you.
Leigh sits next to you and pulls her legs up to her chest as she cradles her cup of coffee in both hands. You take a sip of your coffee and look over to see her looking at you intently.
“Can we talk?” she questions nervously. You nod but stay silent allowing her to speak first.
“I am so sorry Y/n. I know I keep apologising and you don’t deserve that but I need you to know that I never meant a single thing I said that night. I just snapped because every single thing you said was true, I am scared of losing you. Scared of moving on from Matt. I know about your feelings towards me and I have always been aware of them and I’ve not been fair to you. I do love you Y/n, I am in love with you.
I wish I could take everything I’ve done back and just have stayed with you that night believe me but I can’t. All I can do is promise it will never happen again Y/n, I love you. You aren’t just a good fuck, you’re everything to me and I know I have done nothing to make you believe that. Please baby, just give me one more chance. I’ll do anything. Please baby, just let me love you the way you deserve to be loved, to love you the way you love me” she pleads with unshed tears in her eyes.
You sigh, shaking your head as you stand up, placing your mug on the coffee table.
“I can’t Leigh, I’m sorry. I love you but it's just too late” you conclude as your bottom lip trembles at the threat of spilling all your own unshed tears.
Leigh shoots up and places her coffee down and rushes to your side and brings both her hands to your cheeks, wiping away the tears that have fallen. She lifts your face so that your eyes meet hers and you see the pain in her eyes.
“Please baby, it's not too late. I love you just give me a chance” she desperately sobs letting her own tears hit her cheeks, soothingly rubbing her thumbs against the apples of your cheeks.
You reach up and take her hands in yours and you see a glimpse of hope flicker in her hopeful eyes before you lower her hands away from your face.
“You haven’t taken responsibility for holding my heart the way you do. You have known this whole time I have worn mine on my sleeve Leigh so, what else can you expect me to do? If you don’t end it when this is over then you leave me lonely and brokenhearted. Cause everytime you leave me you break me slowly and you’re not there afterwards but you still have a hold on me” you croak.
Leigh tries to reach out for you but you take a step back as she begins to sob begging you to stay, her heart breaking every time you step out of her reach. Is this how she left you every time? Her heart feels like it is slowly shattering and she begins to understand your words.
“If you don’t stop calling, then I can’t let go when you’re drunk and telling me that you need me close. Cause I will come running back to you everytime Leigh but I don’t think my heart can take this cycle we have anymore. Please baby, don’t keep me haunted by your ghost because when you leave me all I hear your echo in my mind constantly” you sob pleading for her to let you go as she is pleading for you to give her one more chance.
“I keep holding on to the possibility that you and I can turn into us. But when that hope turns into dust it's worse than a death of a thousand cuts. So please, can you end it when it’s over?” Leigh shakes her head in denial at your plea.
“No baby, I am sorry but I can’t. I want you and you want me just let me make this right I’ll do anything baby, plea-please don’t leave me” her voice catches in between her uncontrollable sobs as she protests and your heart breaks even more than it already has at letting her go. This was all you wanted but you can’t take the chance of her changing her mind again because you won’t survive this time. You hold her tight against your chest and kiss the crown of her head as your tears fall into her hair and you battle with the lump in your throat and pain coursing through your chest.
“Your echo is in my mind, my body and in my heart every time you leave me Leigh and I won’t survive another. I lay in bed in a wreck trying to forget the echos of every argument after sex, the speech you give me everytime, I can’t do it again baby. You have to let me go” you pull her away from your chest and really look at her trying to convey how desperate you are for her to end your suffering. You love her of course you do. Your eyes fill with new tears and the pang of hurt hits your chest and gut once more at the thought of leaving her but you have to and deep down so does she.
You cup her face in your hands and graze your thumbs over her lips and cheeks and place your forehead against hers “If you don’t stop calling, then I can’t let go. All I hear is your echo. Please baby, don’t keep me haunted by your ghost. Let me go” you completely break and sob with her.
You both know at that moment it’s over and god it hurts.
You place a kiss to her forehead and let it linger there for what feels like eternity before pulling away and heading towards the door.
Leigh catches your hand, her lip trembling as another shot of pain shoots through her chest as fresh tears drop from her eyelids.
“I love you baby, maybe one day I’ll stop being an echo and bring you peace and love instead. Maybe one day we’ll be together. I’ll always hold on to that hope Y/n but I understand why you can’t. I can’t be your echo anymore and I love you enough to let you be happy and move on without me” she sniffs.
You squeeze her hand one last time “maybe one day” you mumble back before letting go of her hand and walking out her door for the last time.
Leaving Leigh alone once again just like Matt.
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October Special Information
Okays, so after some thinking, I have decided to give something for everybody to read. So, I'm calling this 'October Special' which will include Kinktober, Flufftober & Darktober!
Below the cut, you'll find everything you need to know before sending me a request. Please read through this carefully, I know it's a long post with a fair bit of information but I'm trying to make this go as smoothly as possible for myself as the writer x.
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~ The deadline to have requests sent is September 23rd (AEST). For anybody outside Australia, this would be September 22nd.
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Comfortable With: Daddy/Mommy kinks, Con Non Con, Character x Character, Character x Reader, Breeding Kink, Voyeurism, Desperation, Toys, Bondage, Double Penetration, Lactation Kink, Somnophilia, Exhibitionism. FAB! Reader with a penis and/or Character with a penis.
Not Comfortable With: Scat, Incest, Pedophilia, Character x Male Reader, Body Shaming, R*pe, Racism, Age Regression in a sexual setting.
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If somebody isn’t listed here, it doesn’t necessarily mean I won’t write for them. Please remember that I DO NOT write smut for Celebrity x Reader. Smut is only for Fictional Character x Reader.
Yelena Belova (Marvel)
Wanda Maximoff // The Scarlet Witch (Marvel)
Natasha Romanoff (Marvel)
Kate Bishop (Marvel)
Agatha Harkness (Marvel)
Melina Vostokoff (Marvel)
Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)
Charlie Ross (The Little Drummer Girl)
Kelly Foster (We Brought a Zoo)
Jane Banner (Wind River)
Leigh Shaw (Sorry For You Loss)
Alice Chambers (Don’t Worry Darling)
Taylor Sloane (Ingrid Goes West)
Any Variant Character on THIS LIST
Florence Pugh
Elizabeth Olsen
Scarlett Johansson
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hey bestie,,, uhhh for those NSFW alphabet fun things,,, you know I gotta do it… leigh shaw PLS I am begging and offering french toast 😌🙏🏼
Ignore that I'm finishing this at 8pm
We all know I love Leigh endlessly and god, doing this was so so fun!! I'm excited to do the others!! Also this is a good time so post this because this is the week my Leigh fic comes out hehehe 💖 so without further ado..
NSFW Alphabet: Leigh Shaw
A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)
Oh she's so sweet. Even if Leigh is dead tired, she'll make sure you're feeling okay and that you're both all cleaned up and settled properly. When she's too out of it to do it herself, she'll prod you to do get up, have some water, get all cozy, etc.
Above all, she's so very caring and she wants to make sure you're in your best headspace after sex. If Leigh knows you're alright, she'll feel a thousand times better.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
Leigh loves her legs, mostly because she obviously does a lot of work with them at the studio and in her classes! She doesn't mind showing them off, laying them over your lap, letting you massage her thighs while you watch movies, and she absolutely melts whenever you mark up her legs with dark hickeys.
Her favorite on you are your hands. Before she met you, she was in severe drought for a caring touch. While you were just friends, you still always met her with such love, it almost brought Leigh to tears.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)
When you first started dating, Leigh was more squeamish about it. Not in a prudish way, but she always looked away whenever you licked your soaked fingers after pulling them out of her.
Now she thinks it's hot and typically she's the one to pull you up for a kiss after you've finished eating her out.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
It's a simple thing, something she doesn't truly need to keep secret, she just hasn't been able to figure out how to ask you for it: Leigh is fairly sure she's got a bit of a degradation kink, based off the times you've gotten more carried away and said things you apologized profusely for later.
She wishes you'd stop apologizing and call her your pretty little slut again because she's never cum harder.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)
While she's very much not a virgin, Leigh had never been with a woman before she met you. That meant she often felt really out of place/unexperienced whenever she was with you, but you never looked down on her for it.
Leigh's a smart woman, hates feeling out of the loop tbh, so let's just say she was very intent on not being inexperienced for long. There was a lot of reassurances because as much as you'll never say no to Leigh wanting to take control, you didn't want to pressure her, but nowadays she is very knowledgeable and very good at what she does.
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
She loves being on top, even if you're the one calling the shots. Especially if you're using a strap. There's nothing better than that deep, full feeling when she gets to ride you until she's fully spent.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
It's very easy for Leigh to fall into her head and that's when she'll get more serious about it, or when she wants you to fuck her for a distraction. Either way, she loves that you always try and bring levity in- if you tickle her sides, she'll giggle; if you blow raspberries on her tummy, she'll poke at you for being silly.
Some days it can be hard for her to truly let go, but she appreciates it so much when she can. Leigh loves to laugh and have fun during sex, it's more satisfying for her that way!
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
The girl is so Type A I feel like she's always well groomed. Not that she waxes necessarily, I don't see her doing that all the time, maybe more for vacations or beach days. On the daily, I'd say she's trimmed and neat about it!
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)
She likes intimacy, but she doesn't need it to be romantic to enjoy sex. The first few times you fucked certainly were nooot intimate at all; they were quick and had no strings attached... but then she started having feelings for you.
As soon as she did, Leigh needed that intimacy, needed you to know how much she felt... her demeanor changed, her kisses lingered, she wanted sex to last longer.
If she's in a relationship, she expects some sort of intimacy even if it's just a quick wellness check in before you fuck her into the mattress.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Leigh splurged and bought herself a lovense lush toy, fully thinking it was gonna be super overhyped, but when she got it, she found out it really was just as good as it seemed. For a while she just loved the discreet nature of it, how she could put it in while she was on FaceTime with you and if she was sneaky enough, she could get herself off even while you were busy working.
Eventually she let you connect to her toy control's though and you made up for all of those times you missed out on her orgasms.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
We already talked about the semi-hidden degradation kink, but on the whole, Leigh is unapologetic in asking for what she wants. This kind of goes in hand with the degradation, but she absolutely loves dirty talk.
Talking in general is a big yes from her because it helps her stay present, but talk her through her orgasm well enough- "fuck, you're taking my fingers so well, already clenching around me and everything... I want to watch you cum for me" and you'll find her eyes rolling back to her head, nails scraping down your back, etc.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Her favorite of all is bed; sometimes she thinks that makes her boring, but she doesn't care. She likes being comfortable and she can go longest by herself or with a partner sprawled out in bed.
Also it's perfect for falling asleep right after you're done and she doesn't have to worry about anything past changing her sheets after particularly messy nights.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Leigh adores feeling wanted. Nothing turns her on more than watching your face light up when she wears a nice set of lingerie for your enjoyment or honestly, something as simple as telling her what a good job she's done planning a new event as work.
During sex, whispering about how good she feels, how pretty she looks, etc. can make her cum on the spot
N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
Any hard kinks, specifically anything that involves pain. The last thing she wants to do is hurt you or mark you permanently nor would she want you to do it to her either.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
She ends up receiving most often, but doesn't have any problems giving. It's partially due to Leigh's inexperience (as we mentioned before) with going down on a woman prior to meeting you; you never want to push or overwhelm her and typically fall into making your way down her body and staying until her brain is too fuzzy to function.
That being said, Leigh isn't bad at oral by any means! She's great, you taught her well.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
100% a fan of slow and sensual if she's in charge. She wants to see you, needs to know you're real and present and not going anywhere. She loves holding onto you, scratching her nails down your back, burying her face in your shoulder, really surrounding herself in all of you.
She's not opposed to rough though, loves it too, but she doesn't ask for it that often. Usually you're the one who'll manhandle her or set the tone for some fast sex that she'll fall into it. Which works because some nights the poor girl just doesn't want to think and she needs you to force it all away.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
For Leigh, they're a means to an end. She prefers proper sex, but she won't say no to a romp in the car or even in the park if you promise to be quick about it.
Occasionally she'll say no because the location embarrasses her (i.e. a store fitting room or the locker rooms at the gym), but if you get your hands on her fast enough, it's not too hard to weaken her willpower.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
It's rare she initiates an experimental thing, mainly because she wouldn't know the first place to go looking for things to try. But if you bring something up to her and it's clear you really want to give it a go, usually you can persuade her into doing anything at least once.
Even if she complains about it.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)
Ohhh when you first met her, you thought she'd tap out after just one, but you were pleasantly surprised Leigh can go all night if you pace her out enough.
She wants to hate when you do... the edging, the overly-sensitive orgasms, how sleepy she gets only to be met with your smug little grin inches away from her face... but she can't; you make her feel too good.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
I'd say Leigh owns a few vibrators, definitely at least one dildo. She uses them on herself mostly, but there have been times where she uses them on you. She doesn't admit it often, but she loves to watch you squirm and shake, especially when she can take credit for it.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
She'll tease if she's feeling up to it, like if it's a special day or if she wants your attention. She can be very persuasive when she feels neglected!
In general, Leigh's a cute tease above anything, examples are: bending over in shorts she knows you can see her ass in, going in for a sweet kiss only to blindside you with her tongue in your mouth, sliding past you in tight spaces to wiggle against you.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Leigh tends to be fairly quiet; not because she's necessarily ashamed, but she worries that if she's too loud you'll tell her to hush.
Further into your relationship, you start noticing how she bites her lip or finger to hold herself back and you're quick to stop her, forcing her jaw open or pulling her hand away from her face. Now she knows you like to hear her... but she still makes you work for it.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Early in your relationship, Leigh was still learning your schedule, assumed you were at bored at work, and sent you a... quite suggestive picture of herself in her post-class outfit half out of it really.
Turns out you were at home and, living pretty close to the studio, you rushed down there and fucked her in the same room you found her in. Thankfully she was between classes, but every time Leigh looks at the mirror panel in the far corner and remembers how you'd stretched out her shirt and nearly ripped her leggings with how frantically you needed to get your hands on her, she shivers.
X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)
For lack of a better word, Leigh is just... beautiful. The first time you were allowed to go down on her, you stared until she closed her legs out of nerves, but as soon as you could coax her to part them again, you dove straight in.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
It ebbs and flows really. Some weeks she'll be on you every time you turn a corner, pulling you to some secluded area for a quick fuck, or anything she can get out of you in the limited time she bought.
Other times, when Leigh isn't having a great brain time, she's just more shy and reserved. If she asks for something, it most likely comes in the form of her arms around your waist and gentle kisses until you catch on to what she's after.
Z = ZZZ ( how quickly they fall asleep after sex)
If she's not too in her head, Leigh will snuggle up and sleep so easily, it startles you. Truly she can be mid-sentence and then you'll hear silence and after, light snoring.
Sometimes, she'll beg you to fuck her to sleep which of course, you oblige happily.
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Leigh's five reasons
Pairing: Leigh Shaw x Reader
Summary: The five reasons how Leigh knew she fell in love with you.
Warning: 18+ (General), mention of smut, but mostly fluff!
Word count: 1165
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Reason one—
Leigh dislike attention. If said attention was from people who she knew and genuinely tolerated, then it was okay for her to accept it. But a crowd of people made her sick, especially when their eyes seems struck on her every move. Attention felt like a curse. The look of sympathy crowding their face, even after two years since her husband’s death.
Then, she met you and your attention on her—god, she prayed to the heavens above that your luring eyes on her never fades. Not when your hands move briskly to remove her clothes from her body, fingers slipping pass her core and flicks her bundle of nerves, how your eyes bleeds into hers with the intention of watching her come loose. Your attention never ceases when she’s talking on the phone or when she’s brushing her teeth and you smile at her with the same look.
A piercing feeling. The kind that made her heart bloom when you winked at her and kissed the top of her head.
You remember every little detail about her. Paying close attention to know when she’s at the edge or how she nimble on her bottom lip uncomfortably when she’s nervous. The subtle actions of her body for escape—
“Leigh? Baby, I wanna show you something,” you called out for her, interrupting her conversation with a random guy. He wasn’t pleased, but she smiles adoringly when you pulled her into your embrace and press a gentle kiss on her forehead.
It was so easy for her to give into your hold as you take her away from the noise of people closing in her space.
Reason two—
Leigh hated pointless conversations. Words that aid towards nothing felt like a waste of time to her. Why invest her valuable moment with conversations to fill the silence? She preferred the silence. It became common after his death. People can’t seem to move on or allow her the chance of quiet.
But you in your glorious way—a trait she cursed after the first meeting and generously allowing her mind to fester with its memories of you—is wonderful in conversations. Your words were often laced of kindness and sensibility, based on the occasion. Leigh had seen you angrily spat at someone’s ignorant, and it wrapped her mind into a different stage of adoration. She kissed your hard after the person who faced your rage had walked away. Cheeks heated with anger and you still asked if she was okay.
“I love when you talk.”
And you smiled at her abrupt conversation, “I was talking about the new toaster?”
The smile on her face widens, her hand reaching for you face as she pulls you into compelling kiss—and you were left dazed. Especially when she’s looking at you like you painted the sky blue for her.
“Please never stop talking.”
Reason three—
Leigh hated the colour pink. Too bright, too fake, too—everything she hated. A flashing reminder of her sixteen-birthday party. Puking out her pink cake at the feet of her first crush. The colour of overly fluffy dress that her mother forced her to wear and the same day, her father left.
Out of nowhere, you came before her eyes with a bright pink shirt on your frame. A smile on your face as you said, “On Wednesday we wear pink.”
And she didn’t know it then, but the next week she was wearing a pink shirt too. Mean Girls marathon became a recurrence. If it made your smile as wide, reciting every dialogue, and eyes lighting up as you do—then that’s favourite movie too.
Maybe pink wasn’t bad after all.
Reason four—
Leigh doesn’t forget. In fact, she remembers the first boy who tripped her when she was eight and the stranger who knocked into her shoulder without an apology after. But she does forget her car keys. The bland keychain of an auto company’s name wasn’t evident enough for her to remember. It takes her two trips from her car to her room, then several steps in between where she vaguely remembers her sister taking her keys.
But you were one morning, a teasing smile on your face as you waved your hand with the keys hanging from your fingers. A kiss was pressed so gently on her cheek before she drove off. It was really good day for her.
The next time she saw you, there was a cheeky smile on your face, and you kissed her mouth with a hushed word of surprise. A keychain was hanging from your finger that soon ties around her car keys. The silver chain held a neon coloured butterfly, and it glowed in the dark too.
“Maybe you won’t forget,” you claimed. There was a look of hesitation on your face then you saw her smiling reassuringly at you, “Maybe you’ll think of me instead.”
And she did.
Leigh went to sleep that day with a glowing keychain by her nightstand. The same keychain she held in her hand with such gentleness, and your smiling flashing in her mind every time she sees the neon butterfly.
She doesn’t forget her car keys anymore. It’ll mean forgetting you if she does.
Reason five—
Leigh is excellent at saying no—her mother, her sister, some stranger asking for help—and it was easy as saying yes, but better than people taking advantage of her agreeing with their demand. Saying no became her thing.
Till you came along with the sweetest smile and the glint in your eyes that she ached to see every morning. You asked for her help, something about picking up your fixed laptop and she couldn’t say no. Her answered arrived with a kiss on your lips and her hands pulling you towards her car. The same keychain still intact.
You called her the next day with a hopeful tone of a request, and she came home with a tub of ice cream and a promise to never say no to your sweet face. It became Leigh’s thing to say yes to you and only you—because she loves you.
The next time you smiled at her, the kind that follows with a request, you held her hand first then kissed her cheek and asked, “Would you marry me?”
Leigh doesn’t hesitate when she pulled you into a kiss with her hand grasping your jaw while the other clutching your shirt—as if, you would disappear, and she couldn’t bare living without you.
Yes, the answer fell from her mouth and into your throat as you moaned her name.
Somehow, you changed the reasons of her dislikes and memories that made her sick with the brightest of smiles and sweetest of intention. You wake her into a difference course of life, and she loved every moment of it. Leigh would never accept it at first, but with you—she was ready to fall, and allow her heart to rest in your palm.
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When I Look At You | Chapter 11
Summary: The parenting adventures of Y/n and Leigh.
Special Writing Guest: @abimess
Warnings: Smut (18+), fluff
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Leigh taps on your face to wake you up. You swat her hand away and groan to make her stop until you hear the wailing baby. Shit, you think to yourself. It’s my turn, you roll to get closer to the edge but misjudged how close you already were and fall off of the bed completely. “If I had a dollar every time…” Leigh mutters in remark to you falling out of the bed often.
You rub your head and with tired, heavy steps, you stumble over to the baby’s room. “Awe, I know, sweetheart.” You lift the baby out of the crib to assess the situation. You have to ask yourself multiple questions. Is her diaper full? Does she need a bottle? Does she have gas? What is it that she needs in order to get back to sleep? Luckily, the problem presents itself pretty fast when you can smell her as soon as she is in your hands. You take her over to the changing table and carefully clean her. You swear that she saves the worst for you. Clearly favoring Leigh over you. Not that you minded, she did spend months creating her and several long painful hours giving birth.
She stops crying as soon as she doesn’t feel dirty and you are filled with relief. On the day she was born, you could’ve sworn it was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. Now you do anything and everything to make it stop. As you make sure to check hard to notice areas so she doesn’t get a rash or an infection, you tell her a story about what her older sister was like as a newborn. She looks like she is listening carefully to every word. You like to believe that she is and understands but there’s no way for you to know.
When she is in a fresh diaper and new pajamas, she wouldn’t allow you to put on the one you took off of her, she stares at you with her green eyes that she inherited from her mother and you smile at her. You use the hand sanitizer close by to disinfect your hands. “Let’s get you back to bed,” you speak softly. Unfortunately, she isn’t ready to return to her crib. She threatens to cry every time you lower her in the crib. Not wanting to hear her cries, knowing there will be plenty of that when you have to do the cry training, you sit on the rocking chair to soothe her back to sleep. You hum a lullaby to her and watch her curious eyes fight sleep for some time. She was only a couple months old, the world was all new to her and she wanted to observe every moment of it. But eventually, she gives in. You don’t move to put her back right away. She was so peaceful and small and fragile and yours. She is yours and she is Leigh’s. She is real. You watch her sleep, completely enamored by her.
You don’t realize that you had fallen asleep until Leigh is taking the baby out of your arms. She didn’t want to disturb you, but your body had feared that you were dropping her. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead,” she says just above a whisper. “You might want to go back to the bedroom. The chair is comfortable but your neck is not going to be forgiving.” She is right, of course. When you sit up, your neck is stiff and it hurts to move.
Walking back to the room is tough but you manage to flop back onto your comfortable bed. You’re grateful that Leigh left the heavy curtains closed. With them shut, not a drop of sunlight could make its way through. Leaving it a mystery of what time of day it was. It didn’t matter. You needed to sleep. As you’re falling asleep, Leigh joins you and she slips herself under your arm to snuggle into your side.
The next time you wake up it’s because Leigh is leaving the bed. It was her turn to tend to the baby. The two of you were exhausted but were finally starting to find a new rhythm with the new family addition. The only one still having a hard time adjusting was Bandit. He was so used to having all of the attention that he wasn’t too happy about sharing it. As of now, he was whining at your feet, requesting that you take him for a walk. Since the baby was born, you’ve been lazy about his needs and have opted to only let him out in the backyard whenever he needed to go. He didn’t like it. He liked his daily walks with you and Leigh.
He pushes your foot again and this time yelps when you continue to ignore him for the extra seconds of sleep. His bark startles the baby and Leigh hurries to the bedroom. “Y/n, take the poor thing outside. He’s scaring the baby!” She demands.
You groan as you tiredly stand up, “Come on, buddy.” You mutter as you pat your leg to get him to follow you. Excitedly, he hops off of the bed and wags his tail while he follows you. Then you open the door to the backyard and he sits, refusing to move. “Damnit, Bandit. I’m tired. What do you want?” You ask desperately, you will give him anything in order to crawl back into bed. “Food? Water?” He stays quiet for those words. “Outside,” he yelps and spins around then sits, so you point in the direction of the backyard but he doesn’t run out the door. Instead, he runs to a direction in the house and returns with his harness and leash in his mouth. He sets it down at your feet and gives you puppy dog eyes to convince you to take him for a walk. You frown at the animal but instead of giving him what he wants, you demand that he go to the backyard.
When he returns inside, you give him a treat before returning to your bed. Leigh was already there, with the baby monitor in her hands. The corner of your mouth lifted slightly as you pried the device out of her hand to look at the image of the sleeping baby. She was so precious. You couldn’t believe that you were part of an experience like this again. When Taylor and Alison had died you were certain that was it for you. Having all of this never even crossed your mind. You are so grateful to have moved past that because you did deserve to have this happiness again. Taylor would have wanted this for you.
You set the monitor on the bedside table closest to Leigh because you knew she loves it to be on her side, then you admire your sleeping wife for a moment. You thank the universe for putting the two of you in the same neighborhood at the perfect time. You crawl in next to her and whisper to her that you love her as you press your lips to her temple.
“Wow, you are stunning,” you say as you approach the woman reading a book beside the pool. “Can I buy you a drink, gorgeous?”
She holds up her hand to show the rings on her finger, “Married, sorry.”
“Yeah, to me. Here you go,” you hand her the beverage and she shakes her head at you.
“I thought you left to go see if our room was ready,” she says as she takes a sip. She is impressed and compliments the flavor.
“I did, and it’s not. So, I got us some drinks while we wait. Oh, you’re right this is good. Can I try yours?” You set your cup on the small table between the pool chairs and reach for hers.
“Excuse me, I do not share my drinks with strangers,” Leigh says, holding her drink away from you. “You could be sick with something and I am on vacation.”
You laugh and tell her to forget it as you continue to drink your own. You get a notification on your phone and you hope that it’s from the hotel letting you know that the room is ready, instead it’s a video from Amy showing Avery trying to teach your daughter how to finger paint the way she prefers it. “I don’t know how I am ever going to go on another work trip ever again,” you show Leigh the video and she takes your phone so she can replay it.
“Damnit, why did you show this to me? Now I want to go home!” She complains before she starts gushing over the footage. Your daughter was getting close to being a year old, she was still too tiny to be dragging her all over the country. Neither of you wanted to leave the baby for this book tour for the second book that you wrote together but it was in the contract that at least one of you went to promote it. Since you and Leigh couldn’t agree on who went, Amy offered to take care of the baby so that both of you did the tour.
“Oh please, you’ve wanted to go home since we left.” You say as you pick up the book she has abandoned for your phone. “So this is what you picked up at the gift shop?” You read the back of the book and find it oddly familiar. Then you look at the so-called author’s name and shake your head at your wife. “Really? You bought a copy of the enemy’s book?”
Leigh shrugs, her eyes remain trained on your phone. As if analyzing every single detail of the video. “I wanted to see what has been keeping my spouse up at night, other than our very loud screaming child. Oh my goodness, look at her! I can’t believe she’s ours.” You watch her face light up when she hears her daughter's giggle and sees the toothless smile that you are convinced is all Leigh. “Also, that is without a doubt your book. Different character names, a few word changes but, it’s your book. They don’t have a case.”
You set it back down on the small table and decide to put it out of your mind for the time being. Today was a rest day. They are very important, and stress has been affecting you physically lately. You sit back and settle in the seat while you enjoy the hotel's beverage. Eventually, Leigh returns the phone to you and mentions how ready she is for the room to be available. She wanted to be in bed, lying in your arms, not with this much space between you and her. You agree, with plans of being fast asleep without the disruption of children running around the pool keeping you awake.
“Leigh?” Someone says and you’re surprised to hear her name so you look in the direction with her. Then you look at her and watch as she recognizes the man that has approached her. He looked oddly familiar but you couldn’t quite place where you’d seen him before.
“Danny, hi,” Leigh politely greets. “It’s um, it’s been a long time.”
The man puts his hands in the pockets of his shorts. “Yeah, it has. Um, wow, of all of the places I thought I’d run into you, I think this is the last place I expected.” She agrees and asks how he’s doing and what has brought him to this location. “I’ve been really good, actually. Uh, I’m here on my honeymoon.”
Her eyebrows raise in surprise, “Wow! That’s so great! I would love to meet her! Unless that’s weird. Is that weird?”
Danny begins to play with his ear as he considers it. “I don’t think so. It doesn’t have to be weird. But she’s at the spa right now. We needed some alone time away from each other.”
“Maybe we can get together for dinner,” you chime in. Leigh jumps, as if she had forgotten you were there for a moment. Danny looks in your direction, now acknowledging your presence.
“That sounds like… an idea,” Leigh says, lacking enthusiasm, not really sure if she wanted to have a meal with her ex and her spouse. You still couldn’t place who he was but assumed he must’ve been a friend that she fell out of touch with over the years. “Danny,” Leigh states his name carefully. She wasn’t sure why she felt she needed to tiptoe around his feelings. It could be because of what he said all of those years ago about replacing his brother. It could be because they dated and things ended horribly. It could just be that she was nervous of how he might respond in front of you and she didn’t want anything to distract from the good day the two of you were having. Whatever it was, she felt a little ridiculous. “This is my spouse, Y/n. We’re here for a work thing,” she finally says.
Danny steps around her lounge chair to shake your hand and the two of you introduce yourselves. “Congratulations, nothing better than being newlyweds,” you kindly say.
“Thank you, and congrats to the two of you. How uh, how long have you guys been together?” He asks as he joins Leigh on her chair without asking. She has to move her feet to make room for him to have a spot on the end. She was annoyed that he decided to stay for longer than a greeting.
You look at Leigh as you try to put a number to the timeline since the two of you officially got together. “I want to say four, almost five years?” She nods along trying to figure it out herself. The two of you weren’t really hung up on knowing how much time you’ve spent together. With how life moved along for the two of you, the time didn’t really matter. What mattered was that you were together.
“Wow,” he whistles. “That’s really great. I’m really happy for you, Leigh. I’m glad that you were able to move on after all.” His words strike you and you realize that he must’ve known her when she was married the first time.
“Oh, did you know Matt?” You ask cluelessly, still trying to put together the pieces. In response Danny starts laughing. You look to your wife to clear up the confusion and she is giving you a concerned expression.
“Danny and Matt are brothers,” she clarifies for you and that’s when you are finally caught up.
“Oh, you’re that Danny. My apologies, when I’m on these tours I see so many people that my mind forgets who everyone is.” You excuse the confusion. “I’m lucky if I remember our daughter’s name!” You joke which steers the conversation away.
“You have a kid?” Danny asks Leigh. “I thought you didn’t want kids. At least, that’s what Matt always told me.”
Leigh makes a face. Why would he tell Danny that kind of lie? “That’s not how it was. Matt was the one who didn’t want kids.”
Danny shakes his head, “No, it was you. I know you pretty well and I knew him better than anyone. Besides, Matt was a teacher, of course he wanted kids. No one teaches kids without wanting some of their own at some point.” The way he’s trying to gaslight your wife makes you dislike him more than you did when you realized he was Leigh’s ex. Not to mention his logic on teachers was off.
Leigh scoffs, unable to believe what he was saying. Part of her knew he was only being stubborn because he liked to push her buttons. But another was starting to think that maybe Matt did want kids, it just wasn’t with her. No, she wasn’t going to let him warp her image of her dead husband again. He was depressed and afraid of being his dad. He told her himself that he didn’t see kids in their future. She remembers trying to convince herself that she didn’t want them either. That she would be happy with only Matt. Maybe they could get another dog or two. That would be enough for her. “I think I know myself better than you do and–”
“Excuse me,” one of the hotel staff grabs your attention. “Your room is ready any time you want to head up.” You thank them and look to Leigh to see if she was ready to leave the conversation where it was. Or if she wanted to keep upsetting herself.
Leigh stands from the seat while she collects her things. “Danny, always a pleasure,” she says, making it clear that she didn’t mean her words. “Let’s go,” she says to you, already halfway to the entrance. You give Danny an awkward tight lipped smile before following your wife. She is quiet the entire way to the room and you don’t know if you should say something or let her live in her head for the time being.
You choose the former. “So, that was your ex,” you state slowly. “He seems like… a guy you’ve dated before.” She scoffs before groaning.
“I don’t know why I was about to let him get under my skin again. Gosh, the second he started talking it was like I was thrown back to that year.” She shakes her head as her gaze wanders to the framed art in the room. “After Matt passed, all Danny could do is remind me over and over again that I didn’t know my husband. It was like a competition to him or something. He turned out to be right about some things. But this, this is where Danny is wrong about his brother and I don’t know why I want to prove it to him until I’m blue in the face.”
You put your hand on her back and rub small circles. “Because you always have to be right,” you offer, half jokingly. She gives you an unamused look as she steps away from your touch muttering that it’s not funny. “I’m sorry,” you say sincerely. “It’s probably some unresolved anger towards him that you never really let go of. I know that if certain people came back into my life questioning my growth it’d send me spiraling. Ugh, and for anyone to suggest that I replaced Allison with our daughter. That would make me sick. You might actually have to hold me back for that one.”
This makes Leigh smile. You weren’t the type to fight, ever. You were such a teddy bear in her eyes. She still didn’t believe you when you said that you pushed the crazy man over when you rescued Bandit. “Oh yeah, you’d be a real problem. Pushing everyone into bags of trash. I might have to get some back up to hold you down.”
“Hey, that did happen! You can ask Bandit, he’ll back me up.”
“Oh, I’m sure,” she says playfully. “Give that boy a treat or two and he’ll corroborate every story you tell.” The two of you share a laugh and Leigh takes a deep breath of relief. “I love how you do that,” she steps closer to you and locks her arms around your neck.
You’re confused, “Do what?”
“Make me happy again,” she kisses your lips. “Alright, time to nap.” She presses her hands on your shoulders. As if to push you away without actually pushing you away.
You hum against her lips as you slip your fingers under her shirt. “I don’t think I want to nap anymore.”
She smiles, “Oh, I don’t think you’ll mean that later.”
“It’ll be fine, I’ll be asleep later. After I make you even happier,” you pull her shirt up and she lifts her arms above her head to help make it easier for you to remove it from her. She beams at you as she resumes kissing you.
“I suppose that will be fine,” she says as you walk her toward the bed. You fall on top of her and the two of you share another laugh.
Your kisses travel down her body as soon as you're properly on top of her, and Leigh's skin shivers everywhere you touch her, her core already aching. As for you, feeling her skin under your lips is like tasting the most delicious - and addictive - of nectar; each new touch keeps you begging for more, the delighted sighs she lets out, making your body tingle.
And it's only then the two of you realize how you've barely had this kind of time to yourselves after your little girl was born. There were many exchanges of intimate glances, soft kisses and long embraces. But moments like this, of complete carnal devotion and desire, were extremely rare, always interrupted by incessant crying or incurable fatigue.
So you make the most of the time you have, and as soon as you wrap your lips around her breast, toying with her nipple on your tongue, Leigh lets out a satisfied moan, arching her back for you to be as close to her as possible. Wanting to give them both your full attention, you take your hand to her other breast, squeezing it in your hands the way you know she likes best.
It doesn't take long for Leigh to start pushing your shoulders down, and you take no time in obeying, moving your kisses down her stomach as you scratch her skin lightly, making her shiver under your fingertips. You get rid of her pants and underwear at once, and Leigh would've teased you about your desperation if you hadn't sunk into her the next moment, ripping a sharp moan from her.
"Oh, right there, baby, yes." She whimpers as you suck on her clit, delighted by every reaction you're able to rip from her. No matter how much time goes by or how many new things you experience together, this will always be one of your favorite sights - your wife with her eyes closed and lips ajar, moaning and squirming at your touch.
It doesn't take long for her to reach her high, hands on your hair and her warm cum on your tongue. You lick her clean unhurriedly, smirking at her sharp sighs and tugging on your hair at the overstimulation. "Baby, please, oh, it's too much." She asks behind a tired voice, and you finally make your way back up, leaving a trail of kisses all the way to her collarbone and neck, sucking her skin on her favorite spots, making sure you don't leave a mark.
As soon as you're close enough, Leigh pulls you close for a sloppy kiss, sighing at the mixed taste of her juices and your tongue. "What are you doing?" She asks with a smile against your lips as she feels your hand moving up her inner thigh, and you move your kisses back to her neck, taking your fingers to her wet folds, feeling her sigh. "I'm sure you can give me another, can't you, pretty girl?"
"If you take your shirt off I can think about it." She hits back promptly, trying to disguise the effect your touch has on her, but her fingers tight on your hair giving her away. Your chuckle against her skin makes her shiver, but you pull away soon after, getting rid of the piece of clothing in a swift motion. The garment barely hits the floor before Leigh is pulling you down again, kissing you one more time just as eagerly.
"Oh, fuck-" She chokes on her moan as you thrust to fingers inside her without warning, her wetness helping them slide with ease inside her. As you move your digits inside her throbbing pussy, Leigh gives up kissing you, throwing her head back as her nails sink on your back. The moment as a whole makes your body warm up to the point of boiling, wanting more than anything to rip another orgasm off of her soon.
Pressing your thumb on her clit, you curl your fingers inside her the way you know it drives you crazy, earning yourself an arch of her back and a loud moan against your ear. It doesn't take long for Leigh to come undone after that, your fingers pumping in and out of her in the perfect rhythm, your wet lips kissing the sweaty skin of her neck.
When she's sure she can't take it anymore, Leigh moves one trembling hand to your wrist, begging you to stop. Grudgingly, you do as she's requested, pulling your fingers away from her and feeling her walls squeezing your digits one more time as they leave. You try to kiss her again, but she's in too much of a bliss to match it properly, so you go back to attacking her collarbone.
A few minutes later, however, Leigh's hands find your shoulders, pushing you away to reverse your positions. "It's my turn now." She murmurs against your lips as she sees your confused expression, her mischievous smirk sending a shiver down your spine. So in the next moment she's ridding you of the rest of your clothes, and you're sure as hell not complaining.
The second the tour is over, you and Leigh are in a rush to get home to the baby. Unfortunately, because of flight delays and traffic, the two of you don’t arrive at Amy’s condo until late at night. Not wanting to disrupt the baby’s sleep and not wanting to return to the house without her, you and Leigh decide to crash on your mother-in-law’s sofa for the night. Bandit, who was also staying there, was so happy to see the both of you that he made it almost impossible for you guys to fall asleep. He tries to wedge himself between you and Leigh and when neither of you let him, he settles for laying on Leigh’s chest.
In the morning, there’s a ten month old playing with your face. Her little fingers grab at your nose and lips. You open your eyes with a breathy laugh. She smiles as she claps her hands. Successfully waking you up. You beam at her and greet her in a whisper to not disturb Leigh who was lightly snoring in your ear. You look around the room for your mother-in-law but don’t find her or Bandit anywhere.
“Where’s grandma?” You ask your daughter. Her response is to poke your cheek. You rub Leigh’s side as you try to coax her awake. “Leigh,” you call softly. You nudge your shoulder up and down slightly to wake her up. She is annoyed by your disruption and she pats your face repeatedly. “What are you doing?” You chuckle.
“Trying to find the snooze. I need ten more minutes,” she mumbles against your chest.
“Sweetie, poke mommy,” you say to the little girl who is now patting your face as she copies her mom. “Poke your mommy,” you tell her again.
She doesn’t do as requested which makes Leigh laugh. “That’s my girl.” You close your eyes as you are gently attacked by your family and when Amy returns you dramatically cry out for help. But all she does is let go of Bandit’s leashes. Allowing the dog to join in on the fun as he jumps around Leigh to lick your face while the girls continue to pat your face. “Okay! I’m awake,” Leigh announces as she carefully spins on top of you so that she can face you. She smiles up at you as Bandit makes himself comfortable next to your head and the little girl starts to place stickers on your face. “I bet you’re wishing you stuck to your plan to live alone with a dog now, huh?”
You shake your head, “Never. That was not the life I was meant to have. This is.”
Amy makes a noise that lets the two of you know she was crying and Leigh lays on her side as she asks her mom what’s wrong with her. “I just, I didn’t think you would get a second chance at this. I’m so happy for you,” she says as she dabs the tears with some tissues. Leigh gets up from the couch to hug her mom.
You get up too, scooping up your daughter on the way so that you can make it a family hug. “Thank you, mom,” you say. The four of you embrace for a few seconds longer and you’re the first one to break away because of the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach. “Alright, I’m going to make some breakfast. Here you go,” you hand the girl to Leigh and she happily takes her daughter from you. Amy tries to stop you from making the breakfast that she feels she should make. But you tell her not to worry about it, she’s done enough.
For the baby’s first birthday, Leigh surprisingly wanted a very small and intimate celebration. When setting it up, you recalled the folders of the baby’s first seven birthday parties that she had planned while she was pregnant and she pretended not to know what you were talking about. They were extravagant ideas, far too much for a baby, but you wanted to tease her about her big ideas. However, when you see her happily decorating the cake the two of you baked together, you let it go. As much fun as it is to get her riled up and annoyed, it was heart stopping to see her happy and content.
Besides, the two of you had plenty of fun making a mess in the kitchen while baking the cake. Your daughter was giggling the whole time as she watched her parents throw ingredients at each other. It wasn’t the best example for her young impressionable mind, you’re sure that the two of you will pay for it later when she can reach for things and throw them. But you’re hopeful she won’t make a habit of it. As long as you and Leigh learn how to behave yourselves.
“Why did you want a small party?” You eventually ask after dinner is over and the few guests that were there were all occupied with their own conversations. Drew and Mike, your editor and now Drew’s sort of boyfriend, were spoiling your daughter with attention. Jules was dividing her attention between her daughter and her current girlfriend, who eventually ended up ignoring Jules for each other. You weren’t sure about the girl at first, Jules met her at an AA meeting and was open with you about her problems. She makes your sister-in-law happy, she is really good with Avery, and she seems stable enough so you had hope for them. Then there was Amy and she was having a friendly chat with Leigh’s father, Richard and his current girlfriend. A woman that was significantly younger than him. No one really had much of a thought about her, she was polite and kept to herself most of the time. Leigh didn’t really want her there since she also invited her step-mother Sabrina and her step-sister Evie, but there wasn’t much she could do when he showed up with her and her two rowdy kids anyway. It wasn’t necessarily a small party, but it wasn’t nearly as big as the baby shower.
“You’ll see,” Leigh says cryptically. Then she checks her smart watch for the hundredth time, “Oh, you should bring the cake out and then we can do the presents!” You nod and while she gathers everyone back to the dining table you grab the cake out of the refrigerator. Your heart tightens at the reminder of who wasn’t there when you see their name on the cake. The last thing you wanted to do was connect your daughter to someone who was no longer around. But long before Stevie had died, you and Leigh already decided on her name. Neither of you could think of a replacement middle name so Leigh convinced you it was the best option. It took some time for you to get comfortable with the idea but as she starts to show more and more of her personality, there probably wasn’t a more fitting name. You often wonder if one day she’ll prefer that name to her first name. You place and light the candle before you carefully walk the cake over to the singing group of people.
“Happy birthday, Y/d/n! Happy birthday to you!” They finish the song as you place the cake in front of Leigh and Y/d/n. The baby’s eyes widen at the sight of the flame and before they can extend their curious hand, Leigh blows out the candle and everyone cheers. Y/d/n looks around gleefully with bright eyes, loving the attention. One of the many things that reminded you of Stevie. She claps along with them with the giggle that spreads a warmth through your entire chest.
You and Leigh serve everyone a slice of cake and a couple scoops of ice cream. Once everyone has a plate, she insists that you start opening the presents. You wanted to enjoy the desserts and conversations but she was anxious to get started on the gifts. You suggest that maybe she should open them and she steals your plate from you. The behavior was odd, familiar but still odd. After a few attempts to get your food back and Leigh threatening to toss it out, you sit down and do as she asked so that you could get your cake back.
“Oh wow!” You react to each toy, onesie, tiny pair of shoes, and little outfit with a false enthusiasm at first until you show them to Y/d/n. She loves every single gift making noises to communicate as much. Her reaction made every gift that much more appealing to you and you weren’t upset about not having cake anymore. The toys were the usual stuffed animals and dolls and things that babies her size won’t choke on. Some of the clothing had cute designs, cartoon characters, and funny phrases then one in particular catches your eye. “Promoted to big sister?” You read the shirt a few times out loud. Everyone goes quiet as you process what that means. They exchange glances with each other and with Leigh. “Who is this from? She’s not close to becoming a big sister quite yet, guys.” You laugh awkwardly while digging in the bag for a card or something that will have more information. A small envelope sits at the bottom of the excessive amount of tissue paper. Inside is a sonogram picture with the word surprise written in Leigh’s handwriting on the back. “Are you serious?” You ask your wife who was grinning.
“Yes,” she says and you jump from your seat to wrap her in your arms and spin her around. “Okay! Haha I know you’re excited but I will throw up on you!” She says as pats your shoulders to drop her. You set her down and take her face in your hands to give her a big kiss in front of everyone.
“I can’t help it, I love you so so much,” you say with a bright grin.
“I love you too,” Leigh pulls you in for one more quick kiss.
“We’re pregnant!” You announce it officially to everyone. They start to cheer but Leigh stops them.
“Hold on, I’m pregnant,” she corrects, making you laugh. You make the announcement again, clarifying that she is pregnant. They wait for Leigh to say something before they celebrate. “Okay, be happy now!” She says and one by one, the guests collectively give Leigh a hug to congratulate her. Several months later, Leigh is giving birth to twins. A boy and another girl.
Chapter 12
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At My Worst
Chapter Five
Leigh Shaw x GN! Reader
Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Danny is a dick
18+ MINORS DNI
Christmas came and went fast, although Y/N had to work over christmas day, Leigh made sure to have a second christmas at the Shaw house, which amused both her mom and Jules since they had never seen her so nervous.
Even now as she packed up her things as Y/N had asked her to move in with them as they looked for their own house. Wanting one near her mom and in the neighbourhood she grew up.
"Leigh!" The two heard as they were unloading the van.
"I'll be upstairs." Y/N kissed her temple before taking the box upstairs.
"Danny? Why are you here?" She asked him as he pointed to her hand.
"So it's true then." He scoffed as he shook his head. "You're not wearing Matt's ring."
"I know I'm not." She told him calmly. "This is Y/N's ring, my fiancè."
"So you're getting married? Did Matt mean so little to you?!" He questioned loudly, gaining the attention of passers by.
"He meant everything to me but it is almost five years since he died. Since he killed himself." Leigh told him angrily. "I am allowed to move on! Live my life and not dwell on the future that your brother promised to me before he went and hooked up with Nina."
"Leigh." Danny shrunk down as Leigh shook her head no.
"No, I am allowed to get my happy ever after. Y/N is my happy ever after and you are ruining one of the greatest days of my life." She told him as her eyes stung.
"I think you should leave." Y/N's voice sounded from beside Leigh.
"And you're the fiancè who is replacing my brother." Danny scoffed as Y/N stepped closer to him.
"I am not replacing anyone. Yes, your brother's passing was unfortunate but Leigh is allowed to move on. She has spent the better part of 3 years grieving so let her be happy." They told him sternly as Leigh wiped her eyes.
"Leigh." Danny tried as Leigh shook her head.
"Have a nice life Danny." She told him before she grabbed another box and headed inside.
"I'm sorry." He whispered as Y/N smiled at him. "Just take care of her."
"I intend to just that." Y/N told him. "I know it must be hard especially with your feelings for her but this is good for her."
"I know." He nodded as he stepped away slowly. "Just make sure she is happy and has the family she has always dreamed of." With that he had left in a hurry, leaving Y/N with the last of the boxes and locking the car.
"Are you ok?" Y/N asked her as she sat on the sofa, her head in her hands.
"I guess so." She whispered as Y/N took her hand in theirs. "I am allowed to move on so soon?"
"It isn't so soon Leigh, it's been five years since he passed away." They reassured her.
"You would say that." Leigh chuckled as she snatched her hand away. "You are my new fiancè. My set in stone as my mom said."
"Leigh, you're spiralling." They stood before her, resting their hands on her arms as she shook her head. "Breathe for me." The two had done breathing exercises until she started to sob, Y/N catching her and pulling her into them. Holding her as she cried, soon picking her up and taking her to their room, laying beside her as they held her. Bringing her some sort of comfort.
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As the weeks had went on, Leigh found herself attending group again, needing some guidance in her emotions. She had started to have doubts since the altercation with Danny, soon putting a hold on wedding preparations.
"I uh Y/N proposed to me a few weeks ago." Leigh started as she played with the ring on her finger. "I was happy, extremely happy for the first time in years. Well, I had never really felt happiness like it before, but as Y/N and I were moving my things into their apartment, Danny. My husband's brother showed up by chance. He uh seeing him has made me question is 3 years to short of time before moving on? It's just that things are amazing with Y/N and I feel guilty because I feel like I am forgetting Matt."
"That's completely understandable with how you're feeling." The councellor spoke. "And there is no definite time frame on grief or when you should move on. If it feels right to move on with this person, then don't question it. Let yourself be happy. If they are who you see your future with, go for it because you are allowed to be happy. To move on." As the time went on and everyone had shared their stories, Leigh's phone was on silent as she was getting multiple calls from her mom, jules and Governor Stevens.
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