HI SASH HI SASH 💥 + 😳 for the oc thing!!!!!!
HI MARS HI MARS
💥 - amber, they/them. the version of hero who has given up their protagonist role, and is now living as an npc - a life that doesn’t go how they imagined
😳 - liela, she/her. a stall owner at a magical travelling market, designed to entrap unsuspecting humans. specialises in love, adoration, and charm magic
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Confession - Liela Lovesworth x Fem!Reader
This is the Fem L oc in question!!! I will post more things about her tomorrow, like a standard bio. I'm still going to write for L and Shigaraki, of course, but she's actually become a f/o of mine and I want to write about her!!
Notes: OC based on "Fem L", story takes place in a college setting, lesbian/wlw relationship, Liela is autistic and reader probably is too, cheesy love stuff, sfw, she is very L but is clingier and sweeter (ha) than him
I'm going to get around to some spicy stuff soon, but for now here's a confession short-story between Liela and the reader.
Word Count: 816
Liela held your hand up to hers for a seemingly trivial reason. She kept a lollipop in her mouth. You watched it bulge her left cheek as she continued typing on her computer with her other hand. It was godlike, almost, watching her type just as quickly with one hand as she could with both, keeping her hand palmed to yours.
You were facing her. This was intended to be a “study session,” and she was surely treating it as such. And yet, there was some weird levity in the air you were puzzled about.
“Liela...what are you doing?”
Her gaze flicked over to you quickly, with owl-like eyes inquiring about you.
“What's wrong?”
You wobbled her spread hand around yours and then continued, “This?” You laughed in a bubbly tone.
“Aren't we..? We're lovers, right?”
Officially, neither of you have said anything about a relationship. But, you had both been spending a copious amount of time together. Somehow you always had a reason to be around her, and she always had time for you, despite both of your busy schedules. Hence, the study session. You two weren't even in the same degree program, but there had to be a compromise.
There was also the physical tension. Neither of you seemed to really have much experience with affection. Somehow her hand would land on your shoulder when you showed her something on your laptop. Or how she'd brush her hand on your mid-back to hurry you both across the street. You'd subconsciously stand very close to her and lean on her shoulder when you were sitting down.
With all this information, Liela thought it was safe to assume that you two were already dating.
You paused for a moment, processing what she said and an immediate blush crept on your face.
“We are?” You beamed.
“Do you not want to be?” She contrasted, with a hint of sadness in her tone. Sometimes interpreting indirect communication wasn't her strong suit, and at other times it's the only way she'd communicate herself.
“No I do!!” You blurted, reassuring her. Her face perked up and she stared at you blunted for a bit. Her hand that was pressed up to your own begins to lock around yours.
“I was trying to hold your hand,” she says. “I didn't know if you wanted me to hold it all the way.”
“Why wouldn't I?”
“I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I know you've said touches make you anxious, but I've noticed we've grown closer.”
“We have. And I actually feel very comfortable with you. I honestly get afraid that you're not comfortable with me. And..you make me nervous.”
“How could I make you comfortable yet nervous?” She asks ignorantly, holding her lips tight to not reveal her own blush.
You tug away from her fast to bury your face in your hands, startling her. Beneath your hands is a wide smile and a deep blush. Muffled, you answer, “because I really like you. I love being around you, and I feel lucky to be your friend.”
The “friend” word tug at Liela’s heart, along with you moving your hand from hers. But, she subsided the negativity and acted boldly. As you kept avoiding looking at her, she crawled over and sat next to you, leaning her light form on yours. You looked back up to her. She held you in her arms this time, taking the lollipop out of her mouth so she could speak clearly.
“I should be the lucky one. You're gorgeous, brilliant, creative. I'm merely the “freak-girl” from class.”
“Are you forgetting that you're at the top of our school, Liela?”
“Intelligence doesn't make up for likeability. Which I suppose goes both ways considering I don't even like making friends myself 99.99% of the time. You're a genuine person, and in a way that I don't see from many people. I love you very much for that.”
She held you tighter when the L word came out, acting as a trap so that you knew her genuineness, herself. You leaned back into her form, adoring her delicate and secure embrace.
“I love you too, Liela. I just didn't know if you wanted me to say it.”
“Why wouldn't I?”
“Ehehe!! 💕” You giggle with a smile as Liela stroked your hair away from your cheek.
“Can I kiss you, sweetheart?”
Your eyes lit up giddy and full of excitement. You nod gently and tell her, “yes.” When her lips met yours, they were incredibly soft and addicting, accompanied by the taste of her lollipop still left over.
“I love you, y/n. I hope that's not too much.”
“It's not. I love you too. Is it safe for me to say that you're my girlfriend?”
“If that's what you want, then yes. I'd love to be your girlfriend. Would you be mine?”
“Of course.”
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