Ok so I’ve peeped some of you’re Chole x Reader fics. I just wanna say you have blessed me on my search for a life is strange fic and you’re writing is sooooo goooood queen.😝
You don’t have to do this but I would like to request Safi from life is strange x fem reader if that’s not too much trouble.
pairing: safi fayyad x fem!reader
bestfriend!safi, alcohol consumption, cigarettes, femme4femme vibes, tension, suppressed feelings, suggestive, they both want that cookie so mf bad.
a/n: i’m so happy to hear that, it truly means a lot! lowkey got too nervous and giggly to finish this because safi is insane so i’m posting this now lmao wtf
safi being your best friend she was always the one to be honest. that was both good and bad for someone like you that continued to make bad decisions.
your decisions always turned out to be the wrong ones… the wrong people you should say. one disappointment after another, but your best friend safi was always the one you ran back to, she was always there, even if she had to scold you first.
“i don’t like saying i told you so..”
“yes you do.” she huffs “okay fine. i do. you should really start listening to your best friend and not your ovulation stages.” “what the fuck safi.”
ridiculous but not wrong.
“come on, i’m your bodyguard for the night against yourself. no running off when you’re 5 shots deep.”
the real reason you would usually run off was because more often than not, girls and guys would approach safi and she would mouth an apology and be dragged away to the dance floor.
and yeah she tried to steer you towards people you glanced at more than once, telling you to go talk to them. and sometimes you did, but really you didn’t want anybody else. you had feelings for her that crept up over time, until that night she did a shotgun smoke with a cigarette to you, and when you were playing spin the bottle and the way she held your waist, the way her lips felt and tasted.. you couldn’t deny those feelings anymore even if you tried so hard to run from them.
she held your hand through the small crowd, leading you to a booth. “stay here and i’m getting us shots.” “wow.. not even starting easy?” you look at her questioningly. “are you trying to full on go hard tonight?”
she flashed you a smile glancing at you. “you down?”
you roll your eyes, your tummy turning in excitement at the night ahead. when you both went hard, you went hard. “yeah fuck it.”
you get 6 shots deep and you do in fact want to run off, but safis two fingers inside your belt loop keeps you from getting out of your seat.
“i’m just going to the bathroom !” you insist. “oh really? and into some girls pants?”
“you’re not the boss of me.” you slur. body swaying slightly.
“no but i’m not letting you do something stupid.”
safi laughs, stubbing out her cigarette and moving closer to you, “if you’re not back in 5 minutes i’m chasing you down.”
she lets you go, after you pee you check yourself in the mirror after washing your hands, fixing your hair, touching up your lip liner, seeing how your ass looks. all that dolling up and you’re hoping only one girl will be looking.
as soon as you come out, safi being almost as drunk as you pulls you onto the dance floor, hands all over you like always, you get in the zone, dancing on her with intent to show off and not let anyone get close.
yes you were both drunk but the feel of her hands on your waist and how she held you tight was doing stupid things to your heart, thankfully you had no inhibitions and the alcohol made you more bolder, safi turns you around, hands on your waist still while yours are on her shoulders as some slow song plays now.
you can smell her purfume and feel her gaze so deeply it shakes you almost. like it’s almost supernatural. “you gonna run off?” she asks lowly.
“no. not if you don’t let me go.” you tease.
she chuckles. swaying with you gently to the song. “wouldn’t dream of it.”
her face is closer now, still staring you down. “are you scared i’ll leave you?”
you try to deflect by looking around, finding anything to talk about. this song, the lights, that weird guy over there. “no. you’re just high in demand apparently.”
“ugh. you wish.” you try to pull free but she doesn’t let you. “no no- don’t try and run now.” you huff. “i dunno. it just bothers me for some reason.” you’re dancing around the question, even drunk.
“you know what bothers me?” she adjusts her grip on you. “how you deflect.”
safi rolls her eyes. “you’re so stubborn.”
“you wanna dance or keep interrogating me?” you dodge her read on you and spin around in her arms, she lets it go for now but continues to watch you, admiring you and your carefree energy, even if your carefree energy gets you in trouble.
“we’re talking about this in the morning.” she says next to your ear. you just roll your eyes. “not if we get too blackout to remember!”
feelings were hard, alcohol was a fix, but you knew it would only be a temporary fix. you and your stupid heart. and your best friends stupid intuition and ethereal beauty. you were cooked.
