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sexysapphicshopowner · 5 months

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🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): Modern AU- You and Sevika are coworkers turned best friends at her mechanic shop. She's having a little trouble telling you...something. She uses her Secret Santa gift to you to tell you.

🤎 soft!mechanic!Sevika x bubbly!mechanic!reader

🤎 CW/TW: lesbians being lesbians, Sevika is Sevika but you make her feel things...she's not sure what to make of that, blossoming relationship, pining, christmas, santa, fluff, pet names, first kiss, mistletoe, suggestive talk (you gotta close your eyes though), no use of y/n, not proofread

🤎 A/N: I know I should be writing part 2 to 'Our Love' but this idea (and Sevika period) is giving me serious brain rot. Enjoy my probably ooc ass version of Sev. This sucks ass, butttt I'll make up for it with a better post later, I promise!!

🤎 Notes: most times, I will be explicitly writing a black reader. this is not one of those times. this is a fully ambiguous reader save for the gender- female. I'm a firm believer in the beauty of Sevika's scars so to keep them in this we'll say she's a surviving burn victim.

🤎 Word count: 2.7k

🤎 You were one of the first people to apply for work when Sev first opened her shop

🤎 It was basically run by the two of you the way you became quick friends

🤎 You had come in, already dressed in a worker's jumper, the top half off and wrapped around your waist with a black cami on

🤎 If it weren't for how you were dressed, she wouldn't have even realized you were here about the job posting because she was too busy focusing on how pretty she thought you were

🤎 You started the same day

🤎 It wasn't like you two didn't notice each other, but you both put into your heads that it would be unwise for you to let your attraction go anywhere due to you guys basically running a business together

🤎 So every time you caught yourself drooling over Sev as she worked under the hood of a car, muscles rippling, grease covering her in smudges here and there....whew boy, let's just say you take a lot of....water breaks

🤎 She's no better either

🤎 The way her eyes follow your curves every time you bend over to pick something up

🤎 She stares at your lips whenever the two of you are talking, be it inside or outside of work

🤎 Speaking of which, you guys hang out- a lot

🤎 Within the first month of you working for her, she had already invited you over for dinner- as a friend

🤎 Once you guys become besties, you're over her place more than your own

🤎 You two will talk about any and everything together

🤎 At some point you call yourself trying to ignore your raging crush on your best friend and get a girlfriend

🤎 It ends in you being cheated on serially

🤎 You go to cry at Sev's the night of the breakup

🤎 This is the first time....something happens between you two

🤎 You're both drunk of your asses, you moreso than her

🤎 She's watching you intently as you curse out your ex and ramble on about all the things she wasn't meeting the bare minimum with

🤎 It's not until you've been silent for a while, lips no longer moving, that Sevika looks back up to your eyes, the two of you now dangerously close to one another

🤎 "What's wrong? I was listening I swear," she starts to defend herself

🤎 Your pupils are blown, your eyes glassy and your face flushed- whether from the alcohol, your proximity to Sevika, or a combination of both, you were too inebriated to tell

🤎 You reached up, fingers just barely grazing her jaw as you spoke

🤎 "Your face is so....you're beautiful..." you slurred, fingers ghosting over the scars that were etched into the lower left side of her face, trailing down her neck and disappearing underneath the collar of her t-shirt.

🤎 Her ears burned red hot as she just let you talk

🤎 You continued to slur on, but she chalked it all up to you being drunk until you said some words that made her heart beat faster in her chest

🤎 "'M not....s'posed to....I think....I like you...." you whispered as you leaned against her chest

🤎 Had you been a little more sober, you would've noticed the way her heart started to beat out of her chest at your words.

🤎 Actually, had you been a little more sober...you wouldn't have said that, but shhhh....

🤎 You were out like a light afterward

🤎 It wasn't until that night that Sevika started to get worse with hiding her feelings for you

🤎 She was taking you on more...friend dates

🤎 Buying you flowers because she knew you liked them and "I know you don't have anyone to get them for you right now, so..."

🤎 If you have a hobby like reading or maybe art, she's buying you new sketchbooks and supplies or she's getting you the newest editions of your favorites- all signed because hello??? she's that type of bitch fr

🤎 She gets you guys matching bracelets for your birthday after 2 years of friendship- yes, it's been that long now

🤎 Then comes Christmastime

🤎 You talked her a long time ago into doing Secret Santa with the peeps at the shop

🤎 She doesn't really see the hype, not having much experience with Christmas and it's traditions given her rocky relationship with her father, but she does it (only for you though)

🤎 This is the second annual Secret Santa for the shop

🤎 Just your luck, you don't end up getting Sevika like you wanted

🤎 That's okay though because Sevika got you

🤎 And you know she got you because of how much she's suddenly stressing the secret part of Secret Santa

🤎 Last year, she told you who she had gotten immediately, the two of you picking out your gifts for your respective people together and everything

🤎 Not this year

🤎 This year she doesn't tell anyone, not you, not anybody in the shop- and you know it, you asked around about it

🤎 She racking her brain trying to decide what to get you

🤎 Doesn't help that you're starting to render her useless

🤎 You're catching her spacing out while staring at you more often

🤎 She gets this fuzzy feeling and this misty look in her eyes whenever you're around

🤎 You kinda have an idea that she likes you back, you play into it

🤎 6 months ago, you had started returning her actions- buying her little gifts, making her lunch everyday because she'd forgotten one so many times that now she 'doesn't even have to worry about it', you plan a few friend dates yourself, you cuddle up to her more often whenever you two have your annual movie nights every week

🤎 It's all making her think maybe you know, but...last she checked you kinda liked someone

🤎 You hadn't told her who, even though you knew it was her, but in her mind she was competing with whoever this mystery crush was

🤎 She just wants you to look at her the way she looks at you

🤎 Back to Secret Santa though

🤎 The Christmas party is fast approaching and you still have no clue what the hell you're gonna do to figure out what Sevika's gotten you since you know she's your Santa this year

🤎 You've tried begging, bribing, snooping, everything at this point

🤎 She's keeping her lips locked tighter than a chastity belt at this point

🤎 The party is being hosted at Sevika's penthouse this year

🤎 You aren't allowed to help set up

🤎 You are not happy about that fact

🤎 "Relax, sweets...can't have you snooping in the gifts while we put them under the tree. You might accidentally see whatever your Santa got for you," she teased, running her finger playfully down your cheek

🤎 It was a trick. Your gift is in fact not under the tree

🤎 You decide to play her at her own game

🤎 If she wants to flirt and do all of this stuff for you, you'll do a little something for her as well

🤎 Everybody knows Sevika's got a thing for your body

🤎 You two are best friends

🤎 Best friends.

🤎 You know...those best friends that share a bed like they're a married couple

🤎 The touchy ones that make people question if they're actually secretly in a relationship

🤎 She's never shy about grabbing or smacking your ass- I mean you aren't shy about doing the same to her so it's fair

🤎 The two of you will regularly poke each other’s breasts in passing

🤎 Whenever she’s driving you to you guys’ “friend dates”, she has to hold your thigh- will 100% make up some lie that it’s for your safety (“How does you caressing my thigh make me safer, Sev?” “You’re asking too many questions here, sweets. Do you want me to move it?” “.....no.” “Then let’s ride.”)

🤎 So, with all of that known, you decided to show off said body for the party tonight

🤎 You wore a form fitting dress that was advertised as a sexy Mrs. Claus dress

🤎 The soft fabric clung to your body like it was practically painted on, the cute little fur trimmings not helping cover the fact that the hem stopped right at your mid-thigh

🤎 The spaghetti straps and plunging neckline were hidden underneath your dramatic (faux) fur coat

🤎 You topped it all off with a Santa hat and your matching bracelet Sev had gotten you

🤎 Needless to say she wanted nothing more than to see what you had on under that coat when you were the last to arrive to party- a detail you made sure you kept since she refused to let you come over to help with set up for the party

🤎 Her jaw actually dropped when you finally did take your coat off

🤎 You teasingly closed her mouth, smirking almost knowingly at her, “You’ll catch flies, hotshot.”

🤎 She’s flustered all night

🤎 Not only because you seem to be genuinely flirting with her, but because she knows what she has in store for you

Sevika was a bundle of nerves every time you looked up to catch her staring at you. You were drinking a glass of champagne, talking to...someone...she didn’t know, she was too busy looking at you to figure out which of her employees you were fraternizing with at the moment.

The time to exchange gifts couldn’t come any sooner for her.

She had been trying to work up the courage to just tell you that she’s in love with you for weeks now, and you with your games weren’t making it any easier.

You’d take all her gifts with such a grateful smile, throwing your arms around her neck, pressing a kiss to her cheek, but then the very next day you were talking about your mystery crush again.

You hadn’t said anything to the effect that you didn’t like all the advances she had been making, so she knew you at least felt...something for her...but she needed you to know exactly what she felt for you.

You looked up to catch her looking at you again, throwing her a bright smile before you excused yourself from conversation with Danny and his girlfriend who’s name you forgot the second he’d introduced her, moving across the living room to go talk to her, “Hey you.”

Boy if you could feel the way her heart was pumping and how sweaty her hands were the second you walked up.

It took her a few moments- which you noticed- to find her voice, but she managed to smile back at you, “Hey yourself, Ms. Social butterfly. You’ve talked to everyone already.”

You gave a soft shrug, “I mean, it’s not that hard to talk to them, I do work with them all, save for the people who brought their partners. Besides, I haven’t talked to you yet, hence why I’m over here.”

“Hm, true, true....How come you didn’t bring your little secret crush? Not serious enough for that yet?”

If only you know, huh?

You gave a half-hearted shrug, “It’s...complicated.”

“I see. W-” before she could continue, the alarm on her watch went off, signaling that it was time to exchange gifts.

Seeing as she was hosting this year (you had hosted last year), she was in charge of pulling every gift from under the tree and giving them to whoever’s name was on them, that person then trying to guess who bought their gift.

You didn’t get anything.

There’s no way you couldn’t have been chosen. And no one else had gotten their gift from Sevika.

With everyone else focused on their gifts, she pulled you aside into the kitchen, once again fdgety and nervous, “So...”

“So?”

“About your gift....before I....before I give it to you...I have to say a couple of things....”

“Yeah?”

She looked at you for a few moments, you could see her contemplating in her mind what she wanted to say.

She had spent hours in her mirror rehearsing this moment, yet now that it was here, she couldn’t remember a single word she had wanted to say to you.

She blinked as your hand came up to cup her cheek, “Huh?”

You gave a soft chuckle, stroking your thumb over her skin, “I said what’s wrong? You’ve been acting all weird with me all night. You’re nervous. Just tell me, babes, you know I’ll love whatever it is, especially if it’s from you.”

That did not help her calm down.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before looking back to you again, “Okay, so...I know that we’ve been really good friends for....a while now....but lately I’ve been thinking and....I....I like you...you’re nice...and you’ve managed to make 2 years feel more like 20...so...what I’m trying to say is that I....I’m-”

Your lips pressing to her cheek in a fleeting kiss cut her off as she stared at you baffled, sputtering.

You giggled again when she couldn’t come up with something to say, pointing above her head, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

She looked up to find herself standing underneath a sprig of mistletoe. Her cheeks flamed red as she looked away, pulling a small box out of the pocket of her slacks, “Here.”

You eyed her for a few seconds before opening the box, gasping softly at the necklace inside.

You knew that necklace anywhere.

She told you about it the first time you slept over at her place.

She had drawn up the design years ago, saying she was going to get it made when she fell in love with a girl.

You were not emotionally prepared for more than a n ‘i like you’ tonight.

Neither was your makeup when you started crying.

She looked up worriedly, “You don’t like it....” she mumbled under her breath, sounding so unbelievably hurt.

“No, Sev....I love it.....I love you.....”

“You do?”

You chuckled through your tears, “Yes, you idiot. Who’d you think my secret crush was? I thought you would’ve gotten it when I said ‘she brought me flowers yesterday’, but instead you brought me an even bigger bouquet the next day as if you weren’t the only person that had gotten me flowers.”

She rolled her eyes, “Look, I just knew that I really, really liked you, and if I had to compete with someone else to show you how I felt, so be it.”

“You’re cute.”

“And you look like a drowned rat, stop crying sweets and let me put the damned thing on for you.”

You rolled your eyes, turning around anyway as she took the dainty necklace to clasp it around your neck. You punched her in the shoulder, “That’s for saying I look like a drowned rat.”

She took the jab in stride, pulling you closer to her as she lifted your chin with her other hand, “You’re the prettiest little drowned rat I’ve ever seen...”

You bit your lip, looking away, “You’re gay.”

“As are you, your point?”

“My poi-”

“Look at me when you talk, sweets.”

She knew what the fuck she was doing.

Even still, you brought your eyes back to hers, your voice soft as you whispered breathily, “I love you...”

“I love you too....”

“So....”

“So?”

“What now?”

She looked back up to the mistletoe above her head, pulling you forward so that it was over you now, “I show you how to actually kiss under the mistletoe.”

Kissing Sevika was instantly your new favorite thing.

She tastes like bourbon and cigar smoke with a hint of cinnamon.

Her hands went straight to your hips, pulling you flush against her, her lips were surprisingly really soft- you had yourself to thank for that for helping her “discover” lip balm- sucking you in and drawing all the air from your lungs.

You had a giddy almost drunken smile as she smirked down at you, “I think that may be my new favorite tradition.”

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hopelesslyromanticgay · 1 year

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How about Tara and R grew very close, kissed here and there but then Tara friendzones R. R distances herself and only then Tara realizes that she wants more than friendship

We're Gonna Make It Work

5 times Tara and Y/N shared meaningless kisses + one time they actually meant it. Or: A quick 5 + 1 fic!

Disclaimer: certain themes in this story I don't have tons of experience with, so sorry if not everything's accurate. EX: I definitely haven't been to a college party lmao.

Tara and I met on our first day in college. Freshmen year in college is intimidating enough. Freshmen Year in a big city like New York is terrifying.

We bonded quickly, and soon enough I was spending tons of time with her friend group. I even introduced my roommate, Anika to my new friend, Mindy, and now the two are happily dating. It seems I've seamlessly assimilated into their group.

I've always thought she was extremely beautiful. I really don't want to risk the friendship I've worked so hard to build with her. At the same time, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to try.

The first time we kissed it was an accident. That's all it was. An accident.

She was blackout drunk at a party. Mindy and Anika had disappeared into some room. Chad was doing shots in the kitchen. Ethan was at his dorm, doing homework like the "quirky" pick me he is.

So many people crowded the building, dancing terribly to awful music, drunk on cheap booze. The frat house reeked of liquor and the distinct scent of marijuana.

Not to say I wasn't drunk too, though. Just less drunk than everyone else in the group. There was a slight wobble in my step as I walked from the kitchen to the living room, wanting to sit for a split second.

Tara had a three round winning streak at beer pong against some guy I'd never seen before. In the corner of my eye, I could see her downing a cup every 45 seconds or so. Maybe if the alcohol hadn't clouded my judgement, I would have been smart enough to get her away from that sooner.

It wasn't until I saw her wobbling towards the steps with he guy she had just been competing with that I sprang into action.

In retrospect, can see why people call booze liquid courage. Man, if I were sober, there would have been no way I would do what I did next.

"Hey, Tara, your boyfriend's looking for you," I grabbed her away from the clearly less drunk man in front of me. He reached out and grabbed her other arm, "she'll be fine."

"Her boyfriend is a football recruit," I lied, "he'll beat the shit out of your weak ass."

"What?" she slurred, unable to comprehend what I'm saying.

"I said, your boyfriend's here, let's go find him," I repeated, dragging her away from the situation.

"Why did you do thattttt," she whined once we're out of ear shot.

"He was taking advantage of you, you'll thank me in the morning," I told her, "you're a mess, let's get you home."

Luckily, her apartment wasn't far, because I was practically carrying her down the street. She flutters in and out of consciousness, making her balance even less stable.

The elevator ride was painfully quiet, what even is there to say. I opened the apartment door, guiding the barely conscious Tara inside. Immediately, I saw Sam, sitting in the kitchen. Waiting for us.

"Where were you?" she interrogated, "I was scared out of my mind."

"Hey, Sam, she's pretty fucked up right now, maybe you should wait for her to sober up. I'm gonna get her to sleep, okay?" She nods, angrily. I can tell she isn't happy about this.

I walkedvTara down to her room, setting her down on the bed.

"Goodnight, Tara," I smiled, helping her take off her shoes and pulling the blankets up over her.

"Night Night, pretty girl," she pulled my face down for a quick kiss.

What the fuck is happening? I could taste the burning liquor on her lips. She's gonna have one hell of a headache in the morning. I quickly break away, I can't do this while she's drunk.

The second time we kiss, she's actually sober.

It's a silly situation, really.

We're at Rockefeller center, shopping for clothes on sale. They put up the ice rink for the winter. Even though it's technically November, I guess New York doesn't care about technical seasons though.

Tara and I stroll down the pavement, warm coffee in our hands. She's very cute all bundled up in her winter gear. A beanie compresses her bangs, and her winter coat looks nearly suffocating yet not nearly arm enough for a New York winter.

"Fuck," she mumbles, looking behind us.

"What's wrong?" I ask, concerned.

"I need you to kiss me, right now," she commands.

"Damn, at least take me out to dinner first," I laugh awkardly.

"Y/N, shut up and do it, I'll explain later," she pleads. I happily oblige her, allowing her lips to make their way to mine. She caresses my cheek through her gloved hands, and I find myself lost in a daze. She's good at this. Her hands slide down my face to wrap themselves around my neck and she slowly breaks the kiss. A part of me wished it would never end.

"So you wanna tell me what that was about?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Creepy ex, wanted to make sure he didn't think he had a shot," she explains. My face falls. Such an amazing experience, ruined by the context.

"I'm sorry, Tar," I pull her closer to me, wrapping my arms around her.

We kiss for a third time a month later.

"Hi," I smile, walking through the apartment door, "why'd you call?"

"I don't know, I'm just bored I guess," she shrugs.

"Okay," I say. To be honest, I needed something to do with my afternoon, and who better to spend it with.

We decide to put on a movie, Clueless. I found some popcorn in the cabinet, so I decided to microwave some up.

I place the metal bowl between us on the couch. I think if I'm much closer to her I might try to kiss her again.

"So, what have you been doing these past few weeks?" she asks.

"The usual," I respond, "homework, my job, and sleeping. And you?"

"Yeah, just homework," she purses her lips, trying to think.

God what I would give to feel those soft warm lips again.

"No, I've also been reading some weird ass Stephen King book about a guy going crazy."

"So pretty much every Stephen King book?" I ask.

"Not true!" she playfully shoves me, "IT is about multiple people going crazy. The Dark Half is about someone who thinks he's crazy, but also knows he's not. There's lots of non insanity related ones too."

"Nerd," I playfully tease her.

"Shut up," she laughs.

"Make me?" I tease her more.

"Nope, sorry, you gotta earn that," she teases back.

I open a beer for each of us, "It's happy hour somewhere."

"It's 4:30, so we're not doing terribly," she reminds me.

"We're great at this," I joke.

"So great at this."

We go back to the movie, it's such a classic. Other than the ending, it's a perfect movie.

She smiles a priceless smile when Cher assumes Tai doesn't know seven multiplied by seven.

"This girl! I swear, she was a perfect casting for Tatum in Stab!"

"You have a great smile," I muse aloud, quickly regretting it. Damn it. Why did I say that?

"Thank you," I can see a blush creeping up her cheeks as she starts to smile even wider.

The movie seems to fade out of view as does everything else except us. The popcorn bowl is quickly discarded and her lips crash onto mine, kissing with a desperation so strong it's almost aggressive. I immediately reciprocate the kiss, leaning forward to get closer to her.

"If we do this," she pants in between kisses, "there's no strings attached."

I nod in agreement.

We fall into a routine of kissing or hooking up no strings attached. I know friend with benefits never works. Especially if you already have feelings for that person but god, she's irresistible.

There's two notable times after that afternoon when it feels different.

The first time, she's coming out of a rough therapy session.

"Hello, this is Y/N L/N," I answer the phone.

"Hey, Y/N, it's Tara," I can hear her voice crack.

"Hey Tara, what's up?" I ask.

"C-can you come over?" she says, trying to sound nonchalant about it. I see right through her facade.

"On my way, stay safe, pretty girl," I rush to the subway, trying to catch the first train I can to her side of the city.

I practically tear down the door to get into the apartment, there's nothing to do but make a beeline for Tara's room.

"Hey Tar, I'm here," I quietly announce.

She bolts up and wraps herself around me in a near suffocating hug. Her tears soak their way through my shirt, and I caress her hair comfortingly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask.

"No," she shakes her head.

"Can I do anything at all to help?"

"You can distract me," she winks. I nod, a little unsure of what to do.

Is this really the right time to hook up with her? Like she should be in a place of emotional stability to properly consent, right?

"Y/N, I know your like panicking about the morals, but please. Just do it. I need it. Please?" she widens her eyes pleadingly. How can I say no to that?

The next time of note is also the last time.

I've become unhappy with this whole "friends with benefits thing." I know, it was stupid of me to agree to it in the first place. And don't get me wrong, I've had tons of fun. So much fun. But there's limits to our situation.

I want to be able to tell her how I feel, I want strings attached. I want to take her out on dates, and hold her hand in front of our friends.

It's a freezing cold Thursday, I'm so tired. I forgot my textbooks at Tara's apartment after our "study" session last night, so i had to take a subway back to get them, which made me late the the only lecture I was interested in. Damn it.

I had thirty minutes to kill until my next class, so here I am, in the school courtyard, thinking about Tara.

Do I love her? Yes.

Does she love me? I don't know.

Will telling her I need to be more than just friends with benefits risk everything? Yes.

Speak of the devil and she shall appear, because right as I'm thinking about this, I see a short brunette making a beeline towards me. I think this means we need to discuss this.

"Hey there, tiny Carpenter," I tease her.

"Shut up!" she gets on the tips of her toes to pat my head.

"Do you wanna come over tonight?" I ask, "Anika and Mindy are having a date night?" I figure then would be a good time to tell her.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur and just a few hours later, I hear Tara's familiar voice at my door.

I take a deep breath, "Hey Tar, can we talk? I ask.

"What's up?" she asks.

"I feel like this isn't working," I admit, it's pretty obvious almost immediately what I'm talking about.

"O-oh," she stammers, "why?"

Oh god this is so awkward, like what are you supposed to say, yeah no I'm in love with you.

"I.... cuz friends with benefits never works out when there's feelings involved," I word vomit.

"Oh...."

"Yeah...."

We sit in an awkward silence.

"Tara, please say something," I say quietly.

"I'm so sorry, I can't do this anymore," she gets up and leaves, but I'm frozen in my seat. Unable to move.

I don't see Tara except in a few classes for at least a month. Though it could have been longer or shorter. Not like I want to see her though.

The days begin to blend together in a big lengthy mess.

I barely turn my assignments in, and the best grade I've gotten was a low C.

I go to parties more often than before. Hooking up with strangers, drinking myself to a blackout and being hungover as hell in the morning.

Anika's voiced her concern for me, but I find it so hard to listen.

I'm just numb.

I don't think I ever felt anything before I met Tara, and I don't think I'll feel anything again without her.

And to think of all the times we've kissed, made out and hooked up. Did those mean anything to her? She barely meets my gaze in class.

We haven't talked at all.

Lying down in my bed, I stare at the ceiling, out of the corner of my eye, I can see the date on the calendar.

March 7. It's been four months since our kiss at Rockefeller. I guess I should just forget about that though.

I hear a quiet knocking on my door, "come in, Anika.

The door slowly creaks open and in steps Tara.

"Hey," she says quietly. I scramble up to my feet, preparing to tell her to get out.

"Before you scream at me and tell me to go away, just let me talk?"

I nod wondering why can I never say no to her. I gesture for her to sit next to me.

"Look, I fucked up," she admits, "friends with benefits almost never works out. And I'm so so sorry. I didn't realize fucking it up would mean hurting you. I really thought about what you said."

"What did I say?" I asked.

"That what we had wasn't working," she says.

"And what have you decided?"

"It wasn't," she reassured me, "but it could."

I'm totally taken aback, "If you think I want to be 'just a friend that you sometimes fuck,' you're crazy, Tara."

"No, I mean a real relationship," she blurts.

"Huh?"

"Y/N, I have feelings for you!" she exasperatedly exclaims.

"Y-you do?" I ask incredulously.

"Yeah, I do," I see a blush creep up her cheeks.

"Well I like you too," I smile. She starts to get closer to me, but I stop her, "Look, give me a week to turn around my mental wellbeing, and I'll take you out on a date. I want to do this, but I want to do it right."

"Take your time," she smiles back, "see ya on Saturday for this 'date' you wanna take me on."

She winks, gets up, and leaves the dorm, blowing me a kiss on the way out.

We're gonna make this work.

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horizonslut · 1 year

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woops— dropped my lesbians

clumsy me

#god i love these two #my favorite #useless lesbians #why was 90% of burning shores just aloy absolutely losing her mind over seyka #i’m not complaining tho #GUERRILLA DO NOT.#I REPEAT DO NOT.#FORGET ABOUT THEM IN HORIZON 3 #hfw #horizon forbidden west #horizon #hfw art #aloy #aloy hfw #hfw burning shores #burning shores #seyloy #seyloy art #burning shores art

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jenjen4280 · 2 months

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There’s a lot going on right now and life has become nearly unbearably stressful for me. I’m really glad that I’ve got such a wonderful, supportive wife. This is a little late for Valentine’s Day, but I dug up a few Photo Booth photos.

It cracks me up how we’re laughing too hard to kiss. The first photo was in the early 2000s, middle one prob 2012 or 2013, and the last is from 2021. A lot of years laughing and loving with my best gal.

Happy belated V Day!

#this is love #butch #dyke #wlw #lesbian #queer #wives #lgbtq #my valentine #useless lesbians #live love laugh #dorks in love

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tsunadesupremacist · 9 months

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Momobami "I'd let you ruin me" Kirari and Igarashi "I'd ruin the world for you" Sayaka are consuming my brain send fucking help these lesbians have me on limbo

#kakegurui #momobami kirari #igarashi sayaka #kirasaya #useless lesbians #menaces to society #partners in gay crimes #like human trafficking and illegal gambling #forgot how this also goes both ways

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apotheosphorus · 5 months

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every time rhaenyra sees alicent and goes, "stepmommy? sorry, stepmommy?" in her little sapphic brain, somewhere in an alternate not westerosi universe, freud rolls in his grave

#house of the dragon #emma darcy #rhaenyra #alicent #rhaenicent #olivia cooke #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targeryan #femslash #sapphic #westeros #useless lesbians #mommy issues #like serious mommy issues #i kinda want both of them to choke me out tbh

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hore4women · 9 months

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Floyd: Uh ohhhh looks like someone has a crush!

Lydia: I do not! It’s not like I stay awake at night thinking about her.

Later that evening:

Lydia in her bed:

Lydia: Uh oh.

#rise of the pink ladies #save rise of the pink ladies #cynthia zdunowski #cynthia x lydia #lgbtq #thespian lesbians #these gays man #useless lesbians #FUCK YOU PARAMOUNT #lydia rotpl

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morewittepain · 10 days

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Im not sure if im doing this right but here it goes

If it isnt a problem can you do velvette x carmilla carmine? I think their relationship would start something like "ho god i actuallly have feeling for her"

velvette x carmilla | general headcanons

A/N: um, absolutely?!?!!! i will take any excuse to write about my wife carmilla, and i've been dying to do something with one of the vees for awhile. thank you anon!! for now these are just general hcs because ya boi is eepy and has to work closing shift tomorrow 😔 but hopefully i'll whip up an actual fic with them someday!!

Warnings: eh... just a lot of sexual tension

Okay, so obviously none of this is wanted, much less planned. Like Anon said, their dynamic is very "GOD DAMNIT I LIKE HER DON'T I??" for... too long.

I'm going to go out on a limb and say that Vel 100% falls first. It takes her a pathetically long time to realize the reason she constantly has such an unquenchable urge to antagonize Carmilla or why she gets so unbelievably frustrated when she shuts her down. So for months, if not LONGER, she's just taking every opportunity to mess with her at overlord meetings.

Oops! Knocked your pen off the table!! And kicked your chair out from under you while you bent down to grab it!! Sucks to suck I guess!!

Oops!! Elbowed you while you were holding three cups of hot coffee!! Would be a shame if your pretty dress got stained, wouldn't it? :(

Vel is a menace and it's honestly shocking Carmilla hasn't snapped and murdered her in the middle of a meeting yet. Everyone assumes it's just because she doesn't want the other Vees after her, but there's just something strange about the look she flashes Vel every time she takes one of her stupid jokes too far. She's frustrated, sure, but she almost looks... curious? Amused?

And there's something even stranger about how quickly Carmilla can shut Velvette up with that very look. It's like when a mom starts to count to three. One glare and Velvette is SAT.

I think Val would notice first and he and Vox would tease her RELENTLESSLY (as if Vox isn't actively thirsting over Alastor's weirdo ass).

Val whistles flirtatiously every time they pass Carmilla and jokes around about hiring her. Vox kicks Velvette underneath the table every time they start bickering and has the smuggest look on his face when she looks up at him. I can never decide between polycule Vees or Vox/Val being Vel's annoying gay dads, but I think for this universe I'm gonna settle on the latter because it's so silly to imagine them teasing her like she's their middle school daughter having her first crush.

Carmilla doesn't talk about Velvette whatsoever. Not to her face, not to Zestial, not even when her daughters keep hounding her about why she lets the other girl keep getting away with annoying her so badly. When she does address it, it's usually some vague half-truth like "acknowledging her only gives her exactly what she wants, which is just attention." But like... that's obviously not all there is to it. Carmilla is just having a hard time rationalizing the fact that this annoying little creature is actually starting to get to her.

How does it happen, though, once everything comes to a boiling point? Good question. Honestly I feel like all it takes is a few good times of really pushing Carmilla's buttons to get her to snap. In Respectless, she didn't really seem to care about Vel's insults (except when they were directed towards Zestial) until she brought up the angel, so really all Vel has to do is figure out exactly what wounds to press and she's cooked.

Carmilla's daughters are obviously a very important thing for her, but not really something Vel cares enough to threaten, so I see her going the more teasing route. Carmilla does something semi-nice on instinct in front of her and every time Vel says something along the lines of "Aw, thanks mommy. Can I get a juice box to go with all this disgusting fluff, or are you going to lecture me about rotting my teeth out?"

Now THAT gets under her skin, and she can only hear it so much before she's letting her temper get ahold of her. And this totally isn't just my lesbian ass yearning on main (yes it is) but imagine Vel mouthing off like that while they're the last to leave the meeting room and Carmilla just full on slings her against the wall. Yeah. Hot, right? Because Velvette surely thinks so.

Her eyes are wide and she's fighting the blush she can already feel coming on, but Velvette still can't shut her mouth.

"Well if you're going to pin me down at least have the decency to choke me first."

Carmilla wrapping her claws around her throat: "Better?"

Yeah, like I said before. Velvette is cooked. So the taunting is quickly turned into something else. I'm gonna call it ✨ enemies with benefits ✨ because there's no way things aren't getting steamy from there teehee.

I don't think "dating" is a word either of them would ever really use, but I do think after a while of whatever they have going on being solely tension-driven, they'd start to soften up a little. Carmilla may be in Hell, but she's very family oriented and doesn't naturally gravitate towards the more toxic/steamy side of relationships, so keeping up the whole hate fucking thing would start to get exhausting.

It starts slow enough. The teasing softens into something less malicious pranks and more shameless flirting. They may not fully spend the night much, but they start to stick around at least a little while longer each time after things wrap up. They're definitely not the type for long walks on the beach, but they're learning to trust each other enough to coexist.

Now, for general relationship dynamic headcanons:

Contrary to Carmilla being older and, you know, an actual mother, Vel is 100% the sugar mommy in their relationship. Carmilla offhandedly mentions liking a necklace she saw in a store window? It's mysteriously turning up at her door. Vel also replaces almost her entire wardrobe with hand tailored fashion she thinks would suit her and always has a little treat when she visits (even though when delivering said little treat she's completely 😐-faced, but she means well I swear. It's the RBF!!) Carmilla could buy the entire Vees building three times with the amount of diamonds Vel has given her.

Gift giving is both of their love languages, although instead of buying things, Carmilla makes them herself. She's an amazing cook and is always making sure Velvette has eaten. The moment she mentions even potentially skipping lunch suddenly there's a five star meal in front of her. I guess you could call that acts of service too.

I also see them going out on super super fancy dates. If Velvette is going to take her out, she's going all the way. They're wearing million dollar evening gowns, hair styled, full faces of makeup, limo, Michelin rated restaurants where the champagne alone is worth ten car payments. Not only is it nice to see her gf all dressed up, but Vel LOVES to show off. And what better to show off than the hot and dangerous overlord enemy you somehow still managed to bag despite being a little brat?

hope that wasn't too incoherent!! like i said, i work a closing shift tomorrow and i still have to stay up long enough to binge listen to the tortured poets department before the suspense kills me LMAO 😭

thanks for the request tho anon!! and don't forget my ask box is still open for anything hazbin hotel atm!! 💞 (canon x canon OR canon x reader!!)

#carmilla carmine #hazbin hotel velvette #carmilla x velvette #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel headcanons #hazbin hotel #hazbin #the vees #useless lesbians #fic request #requests open

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