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To Be Another Notch in Your Bedpost

Pairing: Leighton Murray x Reader

Warnings: explicit smut! (18+ MDNI) implied sub/bratty Leighton, implied dom/brat tamer reader, one night stand

(This is my first ever published fic please be gentle! I want to start taking requests for anything Renee/Regina/Leighton so, ya know, tell me if ya like it and wanna see more writing from me)

Word Count: 2700, Part 1/?

Reader has a one night stand with the Leighton Murray.

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This party was everything you hated. Loud, unintelligible music. Drunken idiots everywhere. Sticky spills all over the floor and sweaty bodies brushing against you no matter how much you tried to stay out of the way.

You wouldn’t have even come out tonight if it wasn’t for the fact that your friend basically dragged you kicking and screaming out of your dorm and away from your comfortable Netflix binging. You remained steadfast, though. She could bring you to the party but she couldn’t make you enjoy it. While she danced in the middle of it all, you continued to nurse your one cup of punch against the wall, allowing yourself the guilty pleasure of people watching.

It wasn’t that you thought you were better than your peers, you just couldn’t match their vibe. You couldn’t let go enough. You couldn’t become uninhibited. Your first year at Essex had been an overwhelming one. Making good friends had been hard. Staying on top of your classes even more so. And finding common ground with the legacy and/or wealthy students had been damn near impossible. Your student job in the library was draining, and your dating life had been nonexistent. This party felt like the absolute last thing you needed to decompress.

You were just about to throw in the towel and say goodbye to your friend when someone unexpected approached you.

“Hey wallflower,” she said, addressing you, “a few of the Theta guys are concerned that you’re bored or drugged. Either way, they want it to be resolved.”

The girl was Leighton Murray. A rising queen bee on campus. She was deeply connected to the school, extremely popular within multiple social groups on campus, and easily one of the most stunning women you have ever seen by far.

You chuckle awkwardly and smile at the blonde, “Ah. Well, I am sorry for disturbing the vibe of the party. I know that the frats work hard to make these go well. But truly, I’m neither bored nor drugged, just… not fitting in.”

Leighton raises an eyebrow at you, “I take it this isn’t your usual scene, then?”

“Not at all,” you admit. “I’m much more comfortable in quiet settings with fewer people to worry about.”

Leighton nods and takes a sip from her own drink, glancing over the crowd thoughtfully. She turns back to you, “What made you come, then?”

You shrug, “I was forced by my friend. Apparently my preferred Friday night of watching Queer Eye and baking brownies for myself in the dorm kitchens depresses her.”

Leighton laughs, “It’s not necessarily a bad thing but definitely not how you should be spending your Friday nights in college…” she looks you up and down for a moment, clearly checking you out, “are you… ya know?” She makes her wrist go limp in that recognizable signal and you can’t help but chuckle.

“What? Gay?” She looks a little embarrassed but you smile warmly and give her a reassuring nod, “Yes, I am. Very much so, don’t worry.”

She nods and takes another drink, and you mirror her. Word spreads quickly amongst the sapphic community at Essex and Leighton had been a big topic of conversation lately. The story was that she had recently come out and was making up for lost time. It wasn’t something that you judged her for, but now that she was here chatting you up, it did make you question the depth of her intentions.

You tilt your head questioningly at her and decide to be bold, “We haven’t connected yet, have we?”

Her cheeks flush and she hides her face with her cup again as she responds, “No… we have not…”

“So were you truly sent by the frat guys to come check on me or did you… maybe volunteer yourself for the task?”

She feigns offense at your question and then shrugs, “I will neither confirm nor deny.”

You flash her a knowing smirk and take another sip of your drink. You’re more than interested in her, but you’re also more than nervous. Casual hook-ups have never been your thing and Leighton was the type of woman that you’d want to spend more than just one exciting night with. But for all you knew, that’s not what she wanted right now.

“Well…” she begins quietly, “since you aren’t enjoying yourself here, would it be okay for me to take you somewhere else?”

You slowly nod your head and meet her eyes, “Can I ask you a question first, Leighton?”

She nods back, “Yeah, what’s up?”

“What are you looking for, right now?”

She gives you a confused expression, “What do you mean?”

“Do you want one fun night and nothing more, or someone who might last longer than one fun night?”

She considers the question for a moment, “Is it important for you to know the answer to that before we go further?”

“It is,” you reply, “I just want to manage my expectations.”

She nods in understanding, “You’re the first person who’s actually asked that… honestly, I’m just looking to feel good. Lately, that has resulted in a string of fun nights… but I’m not opposed to having more than that, really.”

“So, you’re saying that if you hit it off with someone and they asked you out, you wouldn’t outright reject them?”

She nods, “Right. Does that… help you with your concerns?”

“Yeah, it does. Thank you.” You smile again and she smiles back, seemingly moved by your tender nature. You hold out your hand to her and finally introduce yourself and she echoes your name back to you as she happily shakes your hand.

“So… about my offer?”

You giggle and nod, “Get me out of here, Leighton.”

The girl grabs your hand and quickly leads you out of the frat party. You’re able to quickly shoot your friend an explanatory text so that she won’t worry about your whereabouts, and soon enough, you're trailing behind Leighton Murray as she takes you across campus back to her dorm.

You hold onto her hand the entire time. She swiftly unlocks the door to her suite, which is thankfully empty at the moment, and she pulls you straight into her room, shutting the door behind you.

You lock eyes and smile, a little nervously on both of your parts. It was comforting to you that there was some anxiety for her as well. But you’ve never been one to let that anxiousness prevent you from taking the lead. You bring your hands up to her cheeks and cradle her softly as you pull her in towards you and close the distance between your lips. Her eyes flutter shut and a small sigh escapes her as you kiss. The softness of her, the lipgloss she wears, the perfume on her neck… all of it completely tantalizes you and you suddenly have no trouble falling into her completely.

Her hands drift to the small of your back, then she squeezes your ass playfully and yanks you a little closer to her, which prompts you to gently push her backwards so that she’s against the door. Leighton gasps lightly and you smile in the kiss, knowing that your actions have pleased her. Your parted lips give her the opportunity to graze her tongue over your bottom lip and you eagerly accept it and meet her with yours, deepening the kiss.

You begin to trail your hands down her body, letting your fingertips brush skin where it’s exposed and fidgeting with the fabric of her dress as you go down to her hips and hold onto her firmly. Your touch sends a shiver up her spine and she moans. You pause the kiss for just a moment so that you can take a much needed deep breath, but you keep your nose and forehead pressed against her and meet her gorgeous blue eyes again for a second and you can’t help but be in awe, “fuck…” you breathe.

She nods eagerly and pulls you back in for more. You push her back against the door again, keeping her pinned in place as you gently shift her hair out of the way of her neck and you lean down to place kisses on her skin beneath her jawline and along her pulse point.

She sighs and melts, biting her lower lip and burying her fingers into the hair at the back of your neck to hold onto you. Your lips and tongue explore her soft, sensitive skin and you playfully nibble at her earlobe which makes her gasp before you return to her lips and continue making out with her.

You feel her start to rock her hips, trying to grind against you in search of friction where she needs it. You smile and tease her, slowing down your movements and taking your time to worship the other side of her neck and each collarbone.

She groans, “oh fuck… you… tease...”

You smirk and whisper into her ear, “Feeling needy, Leight? If you want something, you’d better ask for it.”

She whines and bites into her lower lip hard but then indignantly shakes her head, deciding to try to maintain a little bit of brattiness rather than just caving right away.

Your hands drop down to her thighs and start to toy with the bottom hem of her dress, inching the fabric upwards bit by bit and making her squirm while you kiss her collarbones and as much of her chest as is exposed by the low cut.

Your fingertips dance over her skin and give her goosebumps as you touch the backs of her thighs feather-light, keeping your pelvis just out of her reach so that when she rocks her hips, she doesn’t find anything to make contact with. You find a great deal of amusement in watching this powerful woman quickly crumble. She pulls your hair harder and gets even more vocal with her whines and groans, cursing in your ear and desperately seeking more deliberate touch from you.

You keep kissing her neck, touching your lips and tongue softly to her hairline and feeling her pounding heartbeat. You barely hear it, a faint whisper escapes her, “please…”

You raise an eyebrow and pull back to look at her face, “Hm? What was that?”

Leighton grumbles and whispers it again, “please… please.”

“Please, what?”

“Oh my god please fucking fuck me!” She finally blurts.

You smile, satisfied, and decide to oblige her instead of gloating any further. You kiss her lips once more before lowering yourself onto your knees between her legs, her mouth falls open and she stares down at you in awe.

You look up at her and maintain eye contact as you hike up the fabric of her dress even more, until it bunches around her hips and exposes her lace panties and an intoxicating inch of skin between her navel and the underwear. You reach your head up and press a soft, cruel kiss to her center over the fabric which makes her jut her hips and groan, falling back against the door a little bit. You can feel how hot and wet she already is and you try not to let that go to your head.

You slide your hands down the skin of her legs and follow your fingers with your lips, kissing her gently, until your hands reach her heels and you start to take them off of her one at a time while watching her face.

“You’re so gorgeous, Leighton.” You tell her.

She just flushes and nods, helping you by kicking her shoes off and out of the way. Your hands return to her thighs and then slowly, you hook your fingers into the waistband of her panties and you start to pull them down. She moans and you feel an overwhelming wave of heat race through your own body and settle between your legs. You watch her eyes as you pull the fabric down and she carefully steps out of it, then you take a moment to admire her like this and you feel like all of this must be a dream.

“Are you ready, Leighton?”

She nods emphatically, “God yes… please…”

You nod and help her drape one of her legs over our shoulder as you get yourself into a solid position and bring your face between her thighs.

She leans back, putting more of her weight against the door and with one more affirmative nod, you extend your tongue and drag it along her.

You hear her moan and can sense her letting her head fall back against the door as she winds her fingers into your hair and holds your head firmly in place so that you are less inclined to pull away.

Your senses are flooded by the taste and feel of her and your own eyes roll back before you shut them completely and draw your focus into pleasing this incredible woman. Your lips and tongue start to work on her slowly, you moan against her and she grinds against you and you can tell that she’s already anxious for release.

You drag your tongue languidly through her folds and pause to push it inside of her before returning to her clit and circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with the flat of your tongue. You can easily tell what she likes and wants more of and it doesn’t take long at all to build her up to climax. Your lower face is already drenched in her but you stay in place and maintain the pace and motions that she’s responding to, feeling all of her muscles tense, her breathing quicken and her noises intensify. With just a few more movements of your tongue she finally releases with a long, drawn out moan and you start to slow your ministrations as she rides out her orgasm on your face. She beams widely and laughs joyously through the waves of ecstasy, breathing hard, chest heaving.

You do your best to clean her up and then you quickly stand and help support her as her legs weaken. With a simple lift, you bring her from the door to her bed and lie her down and she curls up with a big smile on her face and says, “holy shit…”

You laugh and crawl into the bed next to her and wrap your arms around her while she rests for a moment, catching her breath and regaining her bearings. You spend a few quiet minutes just spooning her and rubbing her back gently and she smiles and hums happily.

Eventually, she whispers, “You know, I’ve slept with a lot of people recently… but what you just did for me… doesn’t even compare. I feel like you’re on a whole different graph…”

You laugh, “What? That can’t be true.”

“No, I'm being one hundred percent serious. That was insane.”

You smile and get close to her ear and whisper to her, “It doesn’t have to be over…”

“Well right, I need to return the favor…” She starts to roll over toward you but you hold her in place and stop her, leaning over her shoulder and kissing her neck lightly, “sure, you could do that, but I’m talking about it not being over for you…” you whisper against her ear.

“Fuck…” she groans, “are you going for some kind of record?”

“I just want to make you feel good…”

“You’re unreal…”

You flash her a playful smirk and she gets up out of the bed and slips a sock over the door handle to her room, “Bela will understand.”

You both giggle and then she excitedly gets back into the bed with you, climbing onto your lap and immediately capturing your lips in more passionate kisses.

The night skips on, continuing to excite and pleasure you both, and you remind yourself no short of a hundred times to thank your friend for making you come to the party.

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Kate: I know you think you're tough, but you are fucking five feet tall!

Yelena: I'm five foot two!!

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Would pay an insane amount of money to see all these characters interact with each other

#tv shows #riverdale #cheryl blossom #slocg #sex lives of college girls #leighton murray #santana lopez #glee #regina george #mean girls #pll #pretty little liars #alison dilaurentis #teen wolf #lydia martin #blair waldorf #gossip girl #euphoria #maddie perez

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alotofpockets · 6 months

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Not here | Leighton Murray

Pairing: Leighton Murray x Flores!Reader

Summary: What will happen when you overhear your girlfriend say a mean comment about the lower class, which includes you? [Full request]

Warnings: Slight angst, reader & Leighton are not out, and reader is Lila's cousin.

Masterlist | Reneé Rapp Masterlist | Words: 1.1K

On your way to the lunchroom you saw your girlfriend talking to a group of Kappa girls. Neither one of you were out of the closet, so you kept your relationship a secret, which is why you never sat together at lunch. You smiled to yourself when you saw her, you continued your way to the lunch room, Leighton’s group being along the way. When you got closer you overheard a part of their conversation, more specifically you heard Leighton say, “Yeah, I mean they can’t even afford to go here, so what are they doing here?” The comment shocked you, as you were here at Essex on a scholarship yourself. You turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

With a somber look on your face you head into Sips instead, not realizing that your cousin would be behind the counter. “Hey Cuz, what’s wrong?” You curse yourself for not remembering Lila’s schedule. “Not really in the mood to talk about it, can I just get a sandwich?” Lila knew you were always very private with your emotions so she knew not to push for more. “Here, it’s on the house.” You take the sandwich and thank her. To keep your mind of what you just heard you decided to pour yourself into your homework. Lila silently dropped off a muffin and a drink on your table before cleaning the surrounding tables.

The rest of the day you avoid Leighton and her texts. You had planned to hang out after both your classes ended but you were too hurt by her words to even send her a message to cancel, so your phone flooded with messages from Leighton, first she was asking where you were, then she started worrying about if you were okay but you turned off your phone so you didn’t see any of them.

You hid at Sips again, head into your school books for distraction, once more. You could feel Lila’s presence and rolled your eyes. “Will you stop lingering if I tell you?” Lila was sat across from you in seconds. “Yes, I promise.” You put down your book and looked up at her. “So, you know how I’ve been seeing someone?” Lila’s eyes lit up, “Are you finally going to tell me more about them?” You knew this was coming. Lila was an observant person, so she realized you were seeing someone months ago, she did however not know you were into girls, so her search for who it was never made any progress. “No, I will not. Just they said something that really upset me. So, now I am kind of avoiding them.”

Before Lila can answer, Leighton walks in. “There you are. You didn’t get my texts, so I thought something had happened.” She says as she walks up to your table. You see Lila’s eyes widen, she finally connected the dots on who your secret partner was. “I’ve got to get back to work. I’ll talk to you later, y/n.” She said against every fiber in her body that was telling her to ask hundreds of questions, she knew you were upset with the person you were seeing, so she needed to give you space.

“Something did happen.” You say as you start shoving your books into your bag. “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about what happened?” Standing up from your chair, you swing your backpack over your shoulder, “Not here.” Is all you say and walk out of Sips, with Leighton right behind you. The girl had no clue what was going on, but by your body language, she knew something was wrong. You didn’t stop walking until you entered your bedroom, you placed your bag on the ground and closed the door behind Leighton. “What’s wrong, baby?” Leighton says moving closer to you to put her hand down on your shoulder. You shake her hand off and move to sit down on your bed. “Okay, let me rephrase that. What did I do wrong?”

“You think I shouldn’t be here?” Leighton frowns at your words, “I’m sorry but I don’t think I’m following.” You look up at your ceiling trying to hold in your tears, “I overheard your conversation at lunch, Leigh. Poor people don’t belong here, maybe you forgot that I fall under that category too, huh?” You start pacing the room out of frustration. Pushing your feelings down today wasn’t really helpful. “I am so sorry, y/n. That’s not what I believe at all.” - “Well you said it, why would you state that without meaning it?” Leighton sits down on the edge of your bed. “You’re right, I shouldn’t say things that I don’t actually believe or stand behind. I just blindly agreed with the Kappa girls in order to impress them and want me in Kappa next year. I know there is no excuse but I want to apologize again. I am sorry for saying that, I promise that I didn't mean it. I won’t ever say anything like it again. You belong here just as much as I do, if not more because you had to work your butt off to get a scholarship here.” The sincerity in her voice made you believe that she was telling the truth, so you sat down next to her on the bed. She gently takes your hands in her own. “I am really sorry, y/n. I think you are amazing, and money doesn’t matter.”

“Why would you want to join a sorority where you have to put up a front to fit in?” You ask your girlfriend softly. “I don’t know. I’ve been struggling with that for a few weeks now. I guess I am trying so hard to fit in to make my mom proud, follow in her footsteps you know. She has always wanted me to join the house she joined, I just don’t want to let her down.” You give her hand a soft squeeze letting her know that you hear what she is saying. “But what do you want?” After a deep sigh Leighton answers. “I want to be me. I don’t want to hide behind a front. I want to be able to be unapologetically myself.” She sighs again, “I guess I should talk to my mom, huh?” You nod, “She loves you, Leigh. I know she will be proud of you no matter what.”

Leighton turns to you and leans in for a hug. “Thank you. Are we okay?” While you wrap your arms around her you tell her, “We’re okay.” You hold each other for a long time, until your phone, which you turned back on on your way to your room, starts buzzing with incoming messages. You laugh, “I’m guessing that’s Lila. I think she kind of figured out that you are the person I am dating.” Leighton gives you a small smile, “First step to being unapologetically me is someone knowing about us, right?” You smile and peck her on the lips, “You’re right.” You check your messages to see if you’re right, the ten messages on your screen all coming from Lila confirmed your suspicions. You turn the sound of your phone off, leaving the messages unread to spend some more one on one time with Leighton.

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jjsmaybank20 · 3 months

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ok can i make a leighton request?

Her and her gf stuck at Leighton’s parents house in NYC bc of the pandemic?!

The family loves R, thing she’s the best partner Leight has ever had and are always around them. Movie nights, cooking, drinking wine (it’s the pandemic Leighton’s parentswouldn’t care about underage drinking bc they’re being responsible by doing at home…like they have any other choice but yk)

Leighton would 100% love being stuck with her gf all day everyday but she definitely hates her family being added to the mix. They go on drives all the time bc Leighton wants to take her gf away and spend time with her😭

Leighton then texting with R’s brother/sister and asking if they can stay in the spare apartment R’s family owns bc she needs to get away💀

Then they start sneaking off just to be alone🤭

They definitely bake together bc wtf else do they do during these desperate times when they’re not having sex?!😭

Alone Time

Leighton Murray x GN!reader

Summary: Leighton is willing to go to far measures to get you alone with her.

Warnings: L-bomb, just fluff

Word Count: 1k

A/N: So sorry it took so long, I am behind on all my requests because of school. Just hang in there, y'all!

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You love Leighton, and because you love her, you want her parents to love you. Especially with her mother and brother, it is truly a hit or miss. Luckily, you won them over with your charming and caring personality, and innate knowledge of sports, movies, and celebrity gossip.

Thankfully you got them to love you just before the pandemic hit, causing you to be stuck with them almost 24/7. You had been visiting with Leighton over a break when the news was revealed, and your parents lived across the country so you wouldn’t have been able to stay with them. The Murrays generously offered to let you stay with them at their brownstone, and you jumped at the chance to live with your girlfriend and her family.

You loved becoming even closer with them, especially because you wanted to be with Leighton for the rest of your life. You would hold movie nights, game nights, and various other events to keep everyone entertained and distracted from the time pandemic put in all of your hands.

At first Leighton loved to spend her time with you and her family, but soon it started to get old. She wanted to have time with you to herself, instead of having to seemingly share you with her parents and brother at all times. Every time she tried to just be with you, her mom would snatch you away to talk about some gossip she had just heard or her brother would steal you to watch the Yankees game on TV. Even her dad seemed to be conspiring to never let you two have any alone time!

Finally, it gets to be too much for her. She reaches out to your brother, asking him to let the doorman of the apartment your family has in New York know that the two of you would be coming by. He teases her for a bit before telling her he would, and she thanks him profusely. The day after he texts her back, she snatches you up from the couch next to her brother and dad, and drags you out to the car. You are confused, but you follow her obediently.

As you walk around to the driver’s side, thinking that this was just one of your ‘let’s get away for an hour’ drives, Leighton runs around you and blocks your way. “No. I’m driving today.” This catches you off guard, as your girlfriend was a notorious passenger princess. You decide not to question it, but your suspicion never fully dissipates.

As she drives, you notice that she seems to have a purpose. She was taking you somewhere, not just driving around aimlessly. When she pulls up outside of your parents' New York apartment building, you let out a laugh. “Seriously, baby? Did you call my brother?” When she nods shyly, you giggle and wrap your arm around her, pulling her into your side.

You walk inside, thanking the doorman when he gives you the key and hopping right into the elevator. When you get to your floor, you unlock the door and Leighton quickly pulls you inside. She grabs your face and kisses you deeply, catching you off guard. Your surprise quickly fades, and you melt into the kiss as it gets softer. When Leighton pulls back for a breath, she sighs, “Finally. I haven’t been able to do that in forever.”

You laugh again, making a pretty blush form on Leighton’s cheeks. “Baby, we’ve made out almost every day.” She hides her face in your neck, murmuring something unintelligible. “What was that?” She repeats it, and this time it is audible. “We haven’t been able to do that without being interrupted or without other people around. We can finally hang out alone.”

You grin at your girlfriend before moving further into the apartment. “Okay, Leight. We’re alone now. What do you wanna do?” Leighton thinks about it for a moment. “I want to bake something.” You roll your eyes at her, but still smile, knowing how this was going to go. “Oh, you want to bake something? Or do you want me to bake while you sit on the counter and ‘look pretty’? Your words, not mine.” Leighton lets out a carefree laugh that makes you smile softly at her.

“Mmmm… The second one sounds good.” She grabs your hand and leads you into the kitchen, and you get to work baking her some cookies. She hoists herself up onto the counter and watches you move around the kitchen fluidly, every once and a while pulling you in for a short kiss. When everything is put together and you put the cookie dough into the oven, Leighton pulls you in between her legs. She latches onto you, locking you in and holding you as close as possible.

You smile at her and wrap your arms around her body, holding her close. When the timer goes off for the cookies, you have to untangle yourself as best as you can with the resistance from Leighton. When you pull the tray out, Leighton seems to completely forget about cuddling, and instead grabs the treats away so that she can have them herself. You laugh before trying to snatch a few back, but instead, Leighton holds a piece of a cookie out to feed to you.

You open your mouth for her, letting her put it inside before chewing and letting the delicious taste consume your taste buds. When you open your eyes again, Leighton is already looking at you with a lovesick look on her face. She places her arms around your neck and surely states, “I love you, baby.”

You smile down at her, wrapping your arms around her waist. “I love you too, Leight. So, so, so much.” You pull her into a hug, knowing that even in these difficult times, you would still have her support through all of it. She was the one for you, through thick and thin. Leighton Murray was the love of your life, and not even a pandemic could change that.

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mister-supernova · 3 months

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Thank GOD Reneé Rapp has played yet another hot mean blonde woman on screen because I was STARVED for Leighton Murray fics after SLOCG.. I guess patience is a virtue 🙏🏼

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“that’s not my leighton!! 😡🤬”

she’s wearing Vivienne Westwood…

mf that’s Leighton, she just found lesbian tik tok and refreshed her pinterest.

#also she looks hot #renee-ification of leighton murray #renee rapp #slocg #leighton murray #sex lives of college girls #plus she’s dating Alicia #that girl has style

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Im not ready for her to leave 😭

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RENEÉ RAPP as LEIGHTON MURRAY The Sex Lives of College Girls: Season Two, Episode Three: The Short King

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superhaught · 27 days

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I Mean It Different Than You Do

Pairing: Leighton x Reader

Warnings: surgery recovery, pure fluff

Word Count: 2500

Anonymous Asked: Hi! Could i please request a Leighton x fem reader that’s kind of based on the episode of slocg where Kimberly has her surgery and the Kansas guy takes care of her and she thinks hey only thinks of her like tiny Tim lol but instead it’s with Leighton x reader and leighton takes care of a sick reader and finds out that they have feelings for each other and it’s full of fluff! Sorry if this is confusing lol

Took inspiration from Reneé's song "I Do" as well.

Leighton and reader are best friends. Leighton helps reader through their wisdom tooth surgery.

You had found a friend in a very unlikely person.

The first time you noticed her, she was trying to get drunk off of tiny disposable cups of wine while volunteering at the Women’s Center open mic night.

The second time you noticed her, she was sitting down in the seat in front of you in your spring semester astronomy class.

After working on a class project together, you discovered that she was actually a very sweet person underneath her designer clothes, perfectly straightened blonde hair, and chilly attitude. You became fast friends over that second semester at Essex and ended up spending a lot of time together outside of class.

You watched as Leighton Murray grew more and more comfortable with her sexuality over time. As her friend, you supported her exploration of being out and were there for her throughout the ups and downs of her relationships with Alicia and Tatum.

You invited her over to your off-campus apartment when she needed some time to decompress from Essex life. You watched movies together almost every weekend. You forced her to experience some natural New England beauty with brief hiking trips and lake days.

She brought you to parties, took you along shopping and out for lunch and dinner, and earnestly tried to get you more involved in the dating scene. Leighton even set up a dating app profile for you once and you just giggled and said, “I don’t want to meet someone through an app!”

She rolled her eyes at you, “I give up! Don’t you want to start seeing people?”

“I dunno,” you shrugged, “I feel like I have everything I want right now.”

“How are we so different?” the blonde mused, turning her attention to her own phone, which was constantly blowing up with messages. “Well, whatever. I’m not going to force you to date just for the sake of it, but I feel like you’re missing out.”

You didn’t say anything in response. You were reading in your bed and Leighton was laying next to you comfortably. You were holding a highlighter in between your teeth and occasionally shifting so that you could annotate in your book. You had noticed that Leighton had been glancing over at you a few times but you didn’t say anything about it.

She flipped her phone to face you at some point, showing you an instagram post announcing an upcoming Theta party, “wanna go?”

You looked at the date of the party and frowned, shaking your head, “can’t. I’m sorry, Leight. I’m getting my wisdom teeth out that day.”

“Aw shit, really? That sucks…”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’m going to need the weekend to recover. Actually, I was going to ask you if I could get your help with a ride to and from the dentist but you should go to the party so don’t worry about it.”

“No, I'd love to help! You think I’d rather be hanging out in the rancid Theta house than eating popsicles and binging Housewives with my best friend?”

You laughed, “Well I don’t know, would you rather hang out with me after getting wisdom tooth surgery than go to a party and potentially meet a hottie to spend the night with?”

Leighton smirked at you and shifted a little bit closer to you in the bed, leaning her head on your shoulder, “nah… lately, you’re the only hottie I’ve been wanting to spend my time with.”

“Yeah, right,” you snorted.

“I’m being serious, dumbass.”

You both looked at each other for a moment. You were thrown off by her words, surely she didn’t mean…

“What are you reading, anyway?” Leighton asked, quickly changing the subject.

“Oh, nothing too exciting…” you go on to tell her about the assigned reading you were doing for your poetry class and she listened to you, letting the awkwardness of the earlier conversation fade away.

Leighton hung out at your apartment, enjoying the ability to do her homework in the easy quiet with you rather than amidst all the chaos of the dorms and her suite. You ordered take out and watched a show on your laptop and then she reluctantly got ready to leave to go home for the night. She was packing up her tote bag and then you just blurted it out, “stay.”

She looked up at you, “huh?”

“You could just stay. You don’t have to go back to campus, if you don’t want to, I mean. Like, I’m not kicking you out.”

“Are you saying that I don’t have to go, or are you asking me to stay?”

“Are those two different things?”

She nodded, “yes.”

You took a deep breath, “then… I’m asking you to stay, I guess. I don’t want you to go. Sleep over.”

Leighton smiled and let go of her bag before joining you on the bed again, “okay, let’s watch another episode then.”

You ended up watching another two episodes of tv, eating microwave popcorn in bed and laughing over stupid things.

Life was easier with Leighton.

Your neck was hurting you. You blinked a few times then realized that you and Leighton had fallen asleep cuddled up with each other and left the laptop playing the show. You were now staring at the screen that read “Are you still watching?”

You shifted your body slightly, trying not to wake Leighton up. She moved and you thought you had woken her but she just sniffled slightly and hugged you a little tighter. You carefully got rid of your laptop and adjusted yourself in the bed so that you could lie down fully and Leighton came with you, sleeping on her side with her head tucked into the crook of your neck.

You smiled and pulled the blankets over you both, then turned off your bedside lamp and fell back to sleep with Leighton in your arms.

Leighton had woken up that following morning with a cute smile and said, “that was the best sleep.” The blonde pressed a quick peck of a kiss to your cheek before she got out of the bed and went to the bathroom. She didn’t bother closing the bathroom door all the way. You glanced over at her while she looked in the mirror and fixed her hair.

You didn’t talk about any of it and you didn’t know what to think. Leighton was your best friend. She didn’t have feelings for you. She would’ve said something by now. This was just what it was like to have a close friend, you assumed.

The rest of your week was fairly standard. Classes and homework sucked up your time, but you and Leighton had developed a routine that you always stuck to. You met at Sips for coffee on Monday afternoons. You ate dining hall lunch together on Tuesdays and Fridays. You walked to astro and sat together every Wednesday, and hung out at your apartment Wednesday nights before going to the observatory for your nighttime astronomy assignments.

And in all that time, you never once discussed the cuddling, or the little kiss, so you convinced yourself that you were overthinking it and tried to let it go.

When Friday came around, Leighton had shown up outside of your apartment building that morning with one of the fancier Ubers generously paid for by her father ready to take you to and from your surgery.

You came outside wearing comfy clothes and she smiled and opened the car door for you.

She then got into the car on the other side and sat next to you, “I already went shopping and got everything I thought you might need this weekend to recover and I have a ton of low-energy-investment plans to make sure you don’t get bored. I’m going to stay with you for as long as you want me to, unless I drive you crazy, of course, but-”

“Leight, you didn’t have to do all of that…”

“It’s nothing! I want to take care of you.”

“You do? Why?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “cause I want to, why else?”

“I… I don’t deserve you, Leighton.”

“Oh, shut up. That’s not true,” she paused for a moment then said, “you’re my best friend and I love you.”

“I love you too…”

Leighton waited with you until you were taken back to be prepped and put to sleep for your wisdom teeth extraction. The last thing she said to you was, “I’ll have my camera ready for when you come out of the anesthesia!”

You stuck your tongue out at her angrily as you were whisked away and went unconscious while imagining seeing her face when you woke up again.

You woke up in a different room, lying down flat on a recovery bed. You felt weird but not particularly bad.

Your vision came into focus slowly and the blonde was sitting in a chair beside the bed scrolling through her phone. You made a noise and she turned and looked at you, “hey there,” she said softly, sliding herself and the chair a little closer to you, “how are you feeling?”

Your mouth was all swollen and your head was all wrapped up with ice packs on either cheek. You mumbled, “fine.”

She smiled, “the dentist said everything went well so you should expect a pretty easy recovery.”

You nodded slowly then looked at her quizzically and mumbled, “do I look pretty?”

Leighton laughed, “do you look pretty? Well, I’ll admit that you’ve had better days but you’re still your gorgeous self, why?”

“I dunno… I thought maybe I wouldn’t be pretty anymore… all swollen…”

“You have nothing to worry about, trust me.”

“You’re so nice, Leighton… some people think you’re mean but you’re not mean you’re so nice… and you’re gay and I love that about you…”

Leighton shook her head and laughed and just held your hand gently while you rested and came back to your senses over the next half hour or so.

Leighton helped you to the car and let you lean against her on the drive back, then she helped you get comfy in your bed and made a little station nearby with drinks and foods that were safe for you to have, and pain meds if you needed them.

She got into bed next to you and fired up Netflix before saying, “you can cuddle against me, whatever is comfy for you.”

You nodded and said, “thank you, baby…”

She raised an eyebrow at your word choice but didn’t say anything. You watched Netflix for a little while but you eventually dozed off against Leighton’s shoulder. You vaguely felt her playing with your hair and scratching your scalp lightly while you rested. You let out a pleased hum and cuddled against her even more closely.

She gently woke you up later and quietly said, “I can hear your stomach growling, wanna eat something?”

You took a second to process what she was saying but then you nodded and she grabbed a cup of applesauce for you.

You took it happily and started to eat carefully, wincing slightly at the experience but feeling happy to have some food.

“You’re the best friend ever,” you began, “taking care of me like this… seeing me in such a pathetic state.”

“I wouldn’t call you pathetic, not at all. You’re cute.”

You groaned slightly.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurting?”

You shook your head, “no, no… it’s nothing, nevermind.”

She lightly poked you in the side and made you giggle, “come on, now. You can tell me anything. Is something wrong?”

You were quiet for a minute, thinking. Overthinking. Playing your entire friendship with Leighton back in your head.

“I see those gears turning, what are you thinking about?”

“I shouldn’t have asked you to take care of me,” you finally stated.

Leighton looked concerned, “What? Why not? Am I bugging you?”

“No!” You exclaimed, “no… you’re perfect… that’s the problem.”

“I don’t understand…”

“You’re so perfect. So perfect. And incredible. And beautiful. And I think I’m an idiot.”

“An idiot? You’re not an idiot… I’m lost, babe, what is this about?”

“I’m so stupid,” you sighed, “you’re never not going to see me as more than a friend are you?”

Leighton stared at you.

“I don’t want to be cute,” you tried to explain, “I don’t want to be just cute to you… I want more… but I’ve gone and fucked it up…”

Leighton started to understand and nodded slowly, “okay, first of all, I just want to state for the record that you have some pretty serious painkillers in your system right now, but with that being said, you haven’t fucked anything up… why would you think that?”

You started to tear up, you couldn’t help it, “you’re never going to like me now… not after seeing me like this. I took too long trying to figure out my feelings…”

Leighton’s brows furrowed, “I like you plenty, this doesn’t change that… wait, what feelings?”

“My feelings… for you… you’re my best friend, Leight… and I thought that was just how it was always going to be… but I think it’s more than that for me and I just didn’t realize and it’s too late…”

Leighton took a deep breath in through her nose and spoke softly, “it’s not too late…”

You looked up at her face and saw tears welling up in her eyes.

“It’s not too late,” she repeated, “not for you and me… I’ll wait for you forever. I’ve been waiting for you to be ready…”

“Leighton… what?”

“I love you, you incredible, oblivious sweetheart.”

You were genuinely shocked, and your reaction was only amplified by how loopy you were feeling, “what?! You love me?! Like, love, love me?”

Leighton laughed, “yes. I thought I was being obvious!”

“You love me?!” You exclaimed again.

Leighton wrapped her arms around you in a hug, “I love you. Are you trying to say that you have feelings for me, too?”

“Yes! That’s what I’m trying to say… I love you, too, Leighton. I really love you. More than a friend. I want to kiss you and I want to be your girlfriend. I don’t want you to go on dates with anyone else. I want to cuddle with you every night. I want you.”

Leighton’s smile was the biggest you’d ever seen it, “that’s what I want, too.”

You looked at her and then your face fell into a frown.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t kiss you!”

Leighton laughed lightly, “that’s okay. We’ll kiss when you’re all better, but for now…” she leaned in and gave you a kiss on your forehead, “there.”

You smiled and nuzzled against her, cuddling closely once again, and whispered, “I love you, Leighton.”

“I love you, too.”

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