content warnings; vague mentions of past drug addiction if you squint, just fluff and love <3
notes; almost didnât post this bc i hate it, but wanted to stay on track lol. first time writing wlw relationship
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youâd just finished washing the dishes after dinner, rue having slipped outside when your back was turned. she tried to be sneaky about it, dishes were her least favourite chore, but you were always paying attention to her, always keeping half an eye on her, no matter what you were doing.
the two of you had just moved into your first house together last week, both having worked your asses off and saved for years. you were so proud of her, youâd watched her grow and heal after going through so much suffering throughout middle and high school. she still struggled from time to time, and she would never be the girl that she was before her dad died, but she was finally happy again.
you eventually made you way outside, finding her sat on the weathered porch swing, that the two of you had temporarily adorned with a couple of miss match pillows. her head was tilted back, resting against the hard stone as she looked out at the sunset, sky filled with burnt orange, rosy pinks and soft yellow until it met blue.
she looked so content, sat there just enjoying something simple. she turned her head lazily when she noticed you approaching, gaze trailing over your figure. she whistled teasingly, laughing and leaning into you when you sat down next to her, the scent of her earthy perfume filling your nose.
your fingers intertwined, you basked in the weight of her body on yours. your thumb stroked delicately against the back of her hand, stroking over the soft skin there, squeezing gently three times in a row.
i love you.
you smiled when she squeezed three times back before kissing the top of her head.
i love you too.
when her neck inevitably began to crick, and your back ached, you lay down together, rue on her back with you curled up into her. she ran a gentle hand over the top of your head, occasionally playing with a few strands of your hair, or caressing over your ear before resuming her motions.
you could easily fall asleep like this, tangled up in eachother and lapping up the domestic bliss. you traced over her collarbone, fingers swirling over her skin, smiling when she shivered at your soft touch.
the two of you stayed there for a while, happy to enjoy each others company in your new home. the sun slowly set, darkness beginning to surround you as your lids grew heavy and you fell asleep to the sound of rueâs steady breathing and crickets chirping in your front yard.
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Hey baby. I'm sorry that you're just getting this note from me but, I promise you will see me later tonight. I am just finishing up part of your surprise so, I thought I would write you a note.
First off I should just say, Happy Valentine's Day love. I love you so much, I really do. I honestly don't know what I would do without you in my life. I think I'd be lost without you and I don't want to know what it feels like to not have you in my life.
So, about that surprise I was telling you about earlier, I'll be picking you up tonight. I'll message you when I will be coming to get you. I will obviously let you know an hour or so ahead of time so you can get ready.
I am so excited for you to see what I have put together for you. I really hope you will love it. I get worried sometimes that you might not like it or hate it. And I know how snoopy you are so, don't start messaging me asking me what it is because, I won't tell you.
I mean it would not be much of a surprise if I told you now would it?
I also just wanted to write you this note because I wanted you to know how much I love you. I mean, I love you so much I don't even know if words could express how in love with you I am. I mean before I met you I was not in the best place but, you lifted me up.
You have always helped me. Even before we started dating you were always there for me no matter what and I will forever be grateful for that and for you. I honestly still am so shocked that you felt the same way about me as I felt about you.
I honestly thought I would get rejected. I mean, you are so gorgeous and funny and adorable and you have this big amazing personality, who wouldn't want you? Plus, I know I did have competition at the time we met too.
I'm just so glad that you wanted me and that you wanted me for me. Anyways, I'll message you the time soon so you may want to start to get ready soon.Â
Hello, can you write a headcanon about being Maddy's sister and date Rue Bennett?
Yes :)
I think that Rue would be afraid to approach you simply knowing that you're Maddy's sister. It's safe to say that she held a certain respect based in fear for the brunette and she didn't know you well enough to make her own opinion of you.
Rue just made the simple assumption that, because you were a Perez, that you held a certain attitude and snarkiness that your sister did. Which makes complete sense.
But you weren't. You were nothing like Maddy and you always believed that if people gave you a chance, they'd learn that you're definitely the nicer one of the sisters.
You also always thought that if Rue gave you a chance, she'd love you just as much as you loved her.
You watched Rue from afar for a while, listening in, observing, watching the rollercoaster of events that occurred between her dad dying, the funeral, high school, graduation.
You'd listen to the stories that Maddy would tell, the trouble that Rue would get herself into, rehab, drugs, relationships; everything.
By the time that Rue got sober and you and her grew closer, you'd fall even more in love with her and want nothing more than to be with her.
But you'd have no idea how to even tell her.
Maddy picked up on your feelings for one of her best friends quick, a smug smile on her lips at your nervous spluttering of words whenever you'd try to voice how you felt.
Maddy would take on this role of playing match maker, immediately wanting to get the two of you together so you both could get over the nerves and just be happy.
Knowing both of you so well, Maddy spent years listening to Rue talk about you even when she was with Jules and in rehab. Maddy just wanted to gently push the two of you a bit further, hoping that you'd both take the hint.
Eventually you would and you'd go out on a first date and the two of you would just know that this was right. After all the fuck up's, the lies, the drama throughout the years, the other relationships; it was so worth it.
summary: rue offers to give you head after telling her youâve never had a good oral experience.
fandom: euphoria
parings: rue x f reader
warnings: smut, oral (reader receiving), swearing
âSo you mean to tell me that you hate being eaten out?â Rue asked, suspicious eyes. You nodded for the third time. âWhy?â She asked, her face screwed up.
âI donât know,â you shrugged. âIâve just never had any nice experiences when it comes to being eaten out. I think iâm just too sensitive, it always hurts,â you said.
Rue shook her head. âNah, youâre just letting people who are bad at it eat you out,â she said. âSeriously Y/N, youâre missing out. I think itâs better than actually having sex,â Rue said.
You sighed, looking away from your friend. âWell, whoâs good at it then?â You asked.
âWhy? You wanna be eaten out?â She smiled.
âBy someone whoâs good at it! Especially if youâre claiming itâs better than actual sex,â you replied.
âIâll do it for you,â she shrugged. Your eyes went wide, cheeks burning red at her words. âIf you want me too.â
âWhy would you want too?â You asked.
âBecause youâre my best friend and iâm a generous person,â Rue replied. âAnd if iâm honest iâve wanted too for months now,â Rue said. âSo, what do you say?â
âI mean⊠okay,â you replied, feeling yourself getting wet at her words. It was no lie that you had feelings for Rue. You had moved to East Highland about a year ago and Rue was the first person who had befriended, it didnât take you long to develop feelings for her.
Rue smiled, pushing you flat onto her bed. âYou just lay there and let me do the magic,â Rue said. You nodded, looking down at her as she pulled your pants and underwear off your body, positioning herself in between your legs.
Her breathed fanned across your heat and you automatically bucked your hips, eager for her to start.
Rue chuckled. âSo needy,â she said. You let out a whimper as she touched you, spreading your wetness around. âAnd so wet,â Rue said.
You whined, growing annoyed at her teasing. âRue, please, can you just- Oh my God!â You were cut off by Rueâs tongue swirling around your clit and she was right, oral was good when you did it with someone who knew what they were doing. âFuck Rue,â you moaned as she began to suck on your swollen clit.
Your hands flew to her messy hair, gripping harshly onto her curls, your hips moving up and down against her tongue. âYouâre gunna make me cum,â you laughed. Rue looked up at you and you looked down at her, your mouth opening slightly as she continued to lap you up. âFuck,â you moaned.
A knot began to form in your stomach, your hips raising of the bed slightly. Your legs began to shake as your orgasm tore through you, eye rolling into the back of your head. You pushed Rue away from you and she smiled, wiping her mouth before laying down next to you.
âHow was that?â Rue asked with a grin.
You let out a sigh of relief. âAmazing,â you said. Rue pressed her lips against yours, tasting yourself on her tongue.
Summary: Rue notices you in her pre-calculus class, and she realizes that she can't live without you.
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: mentions of drugs and addiction
A/N: hii, this fic is written in second person rather than third person like my last fic, i did this because 1. i was requested to, and 2. it keeps it more gender neutral and it would have been kinda confusing to use feminine pronouns for both rue and the reader. i'm still trying to develop my writing style, (you can probably tell i like metaphors and lists of three lol), but it's still in the works, so if you have a preference for third person or second person please tell me! also apologies if the ending dialogue is weird, it's late and i don't have much practice writing confessions. as always, likes/reblogs and constructive criticism are always welcome, thank you for reading :)
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Rue couldnât exactly say that she âlikedâ doing drugs. She relished the relief they gave her, the escape. They provided a quiet moment for her, a moment where she could be free from the things that constantly plagued her thoughts, self-doubts about her place in the world, anxiety about her future, the fear of forgetting her dad. To her, drugs were like a ship, strong, sturdy, and secure, keeping her safe from the cacophony of the chaotic waves of her life that constantly threatened to crash onto her safe deck. But that didnât mean she âlikedâ doing drugs.
Rue did drugs because she had to, not because she necessarily wanted to. Quite the opposite in fact, Rue wanted more than anything to be completely sober, to be free from the strangling grasp that narcotics had on her, to finally appease the little voice in her mind that chastised her everytime she lit a joint or swallowed some pills. But like everything else in her life, it was hard to stop; it was so, so hard, and she was so, so tired, and at the end of the day, it was just so, so easy to give up, to give in, to stop trying. It was easy, and after everything she had been through, Rue thought she deserved something easy.Â
Rue had noticed you a few times throughout high school, mostly just passing glances, cursory stares, polite hellos, but the first time Rue saw you, truely, genuinely, sincerely saw you, was on the first day of junior year in one of Rueâs least favorite classes, pre-calculus.Â
Rue didnât do very well in school, she was barely passing her classes and she didnât have the willpower to actually make an effort to get her grades up. Besides, the idea of spending her time listening to her teacher drone on and on about trigonometric functions or parametric curves seemed trivial when compared to the idea of spending her time staring at you. You, who sat just one seat away from her. Close enough that she could listen to the way you sighed everytime you were faced with a particularly hard question, close enough that she could watch your jaw clench whenever the people around you were being especially loud, close enough that she could know you, but not close enough for you to know her, and she liked it like that, the security that the distance created. It allowed Rue to observe you, watch you, examine you, all without making herself known.
At first, Rue equated her obsession with you to just being simple curiosity. She told herself that what drew her to you was just inquisitiveness, that you were just a naturally intriguing person. She tried her best to ignore the way her heart fluttered whenever you walked by her desk on the way to yours, she tried to ignore the lopsided smile that always found its way onto her face when she thought about you, she tried to ignore the way her stomach erupted into butterflies everytime you briefly made eye contact with her. For the most part she was successful, and when she wasnât, she could always trust her pills to quiet her mind.
After a while though, it started to get a lot harder to dismiss you. Rue felt like she was seeing you more and more; you were no longer the girl she saw for an hour during pre-calculus, you were the girl that she saw in the hallways, during lunch, at parties, even at Fezco's store. It had gotten to the point where she wasnât sure if you had started going out more, or if she was just finally noticing you for the first time. You were like a disease, plaguing her every thought, infecting her daily routine, even contaminating the blissful peace that drugs typically brought her, and yet Rue had never been more happy to be sick.
It had been nearly a month of staring before Rue spoke to you. She was surprised when it happened; she hadnât necessarily planned on ever talking to you, content to just spend her time watching you, listening to you, occasionally daydreaming about you. So when you walked up to her and asked her to be your partner for an assignment, Rue was pretty sure either one out of two things was happening, she was either daydreaming, or she had overdosed and was now in heaven. While Rue spent most of her time attending church sermons dozing off, she did know that doing drugs was not the kind of activity that got people into heaven, so she felt it was safe to assume that the former was the truth. It wasnât until you repeated your question that she realized that everything was happening in the real world and not just in her head. And that truth excited her.
After Rueâs first interaction with you, the two of you were practically inseparable. She lived for the sound of your voice, the melody of your laughter, even the harmonies you would hum under your breath as you were doing busy work. You were intoxicating, exhilarating, addicting, and Rue was definitely an addict.
Rue wouldnât consider herself a particularly religious person. Her mom definitely was, but Rue wouldnât say the same about herself. If God was real, why did he kill her dad? Why did he get her addicted to drugs? Why did he have to make her life so hard? Why couldnât he have introduced you to her sooner? Rue wasnât a religious person, but it didnât take a religious person to know you were a gift from God.
The hard thing about you however, was that you didnât necessarily approve of Rueâs drug addiction. You understood why she did it, and it wasnât hard to comprehend why it was so hard to stop, but you had made it known early on that you didnât support her drug usage. She knew that you didnât disapprove because of malice, or because you wanted her to suffer, you did it because you didnât want her to hurt herself like she had in the past, she knew you did it because you wanted the best for her, you did it because you wanted her to be safe.
When she first started easing off the drugs, Rue thought it was going to be hell. Staying addicted to drugs was easy, and Rue loved easy, but she also loved you, even if she didnât know it yet; and it was those unknown feelings that kept her motivated. The more and more time she spent with you, the less and less time she spent high. Rue was scared that you were going to leave her, and despite your constant reassurance that you were determined to stay, she couldnât help but worry, after all, she felt like people were constantly abandoning her or letting her down, and she would be damned if you were one of them.Â
When you were together, Rue liked to spend her time cataloging things she liked about you. She adored the way you would get invested in the crappy reality TV shows she watched, she admired the way you would bury your face in your hands when she complimented you, and she craved the way your body would rack with laughter when she would tell you what she considered to be the worst jokes ever, and noticing the little things was so, so much easier when she was sober.
It was this habit of hers, her constant cataloging of the things she liked about you that led her to where she was now. Sitting on her bed, with you at her side, and an old season of Love Island playing on the laptop on the foot of her bed. You had your eyes glued to the screen, conflicted as you watched your favorite character get with one of the most annoying contestants on the show. Unbeknownst to you, Rue was also dealing with her own inner conflict, but for different reasons, mainly because the reason was you.
Rue had tried to tell herself that you were just friends, that the excitement that she felt whenever she saw you was purely platonic. But now, seeing you next to her, Rue wasnât so sure. Rue thought about all the things she liked about you, she thought about what life would be like without you, she thought about how you made her feel. She knew you made her feel happy, but it was more than that. You provided a relief, a bliss, a paradise not even drugs could supply. To her, drugs were a ship that kept her safe and protected from the choppy waves of her life, but you were better. You didnât protect her from the waves, you calmed them. You added order to the violent, thrashing, sea that was her life. Rue couldnât fathom living without you, you were a breath of fresh air in a polluted world, and she needed air like an asthmatic. The thought of losing you terrified her, but the thought of being able to call you hers exhilarated her.Â
She was constantly fighting the little voice in her head that told her to stop, to not tread any further past where she already was, to be satisfied with just a friendship. But Rue was tired of fighting, she wanted more and she didnât know what else she had left to lose when not having you hurt so bad.Â
Until she made the mistake of looking back at you, because that was what was at stake, her prized possession that she couldnât bear to lose, you. The idea of not having you hurt, but the mere prospect of losing you completely was a death sentence. She gazed at you longingly, trying to memorize everything about you in case she messed it up. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didnât even hear you talking to her.
âI mean, can you believe this? Literally, why would he pick her? She is the most annoying contestant on here!â you exclaimed annoyedly as you watched the show in front of you. âI mean look at this Rue, can you believe â Rue? Hello? Earth to Rue Bennet?â
âReally?â you mused, âwhat am I right about then?â
âUm, the, the thing that you were talking about,â she stammered, hoping her answer would satisfy you. Unfortunately, it didnât, because you looked at her with a suspicious stare and a devilish smirk on your face.
âPenny for your thoughts, Miss Rue Bennet?â you teased, âit looks like you got a lot on your mind.â
âNot really, I was just thinking about us, thatâs all.â
âYeah? Were you thinking about how Iâm the best friend ever?â you joked, putting your hands on your chest in a dramatic display.
âActually, I was thinking⊠I was thinking thatâŠâ Rue bit her lip nervously, loving you was a gamble, and she wasnât sure if she was ready to roll her dice. Rue took a deep breath, staring into your adoring eyes, and it was the way that you stared at her that convinced her to give up, to give in, to finally stop fighting the voice in her head.
âI think, I think I like you,â she whispered. Her stomach dropped as she watched your smile disappear. Ice filled her veins and her stomach twisted as she waited for your imminent rejection.
âReally?â you breathed, heart frozen in anticipation. Rue nodded, her hands fidgeting restlessly in her lap and her lips pressed together, âbecause I think I like you too,â you confessed.
This time it was Rueâs turn to be shocked, out of all the times she fantasized about confessing to you, she never actually thought youâd reciprocate her feelings. âYouâre not messing with me are you?â Rue asked, still reluctant to accept the truth that she so desperately desired.
âNo, are you?â you asked, suddenly petrified that Rue might have just been playing a sick joke on you. But all your fears are wiped away when Rue enthusiastically shakes her head, a smile forming on her lips.
Rue knew that she looked like an idiot, love-sick and foolish, as she sat on her bed staring at you with a dopey grin. But when you asked her to be your girlfriend, Rue thought her heart was about to explode right out of her chest. She vehemently agreed, because how could she not? You were the answer she had been waiting for her entire life, the solution that she needed to save herself from the pit of self-destruction she was trapped in, you were her new fix, and she was addicted.
Rue was no stranger to hardship, her dad passed away, she got addicted to drugs, she overdosed, the list goes on and on. Rue knew she deserved something easy, she was so, so tired, and drugs were so, so easy, but in the end, loving you was so, so much easier, and Rue loved easy.
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summary: The reader wakes up their girlfriend on christmas day.
warnings: none! just fluff
AN: this ones a bit short, but I enjoyed writing it a lot! i missed my rue rue </3i hope you like it!! (i donât have a name for it as of rn sorry my brain is fried) stay safe & happy holidays!
Being able to lay in the same bed as your girlfriend felt like heaven. Her arms wrapped haphazardly around your torso as her hair sprawled across the pillowcases. Her gentle breath fanned out across your neck. You were spending Christmas morning with the Bennettâs and you couldnât be more excited.
The sun was unexpectedly shining brightly in comparison to the cold and snowy Decembers you're used to. This causes you to break away from your dream state and slide into consciousness. You ever so slightly turn towards your phone to check the time. It was already seven in the morning. Youâre not completely sure when the Bennettâs open their presents, but you didnât have to think about that for very long.
âGood Morning! Weâre going to start soon. Good luck trying to wake that one up.â Gia chuckles. âWeâre in the living room.â You reply with a thanks. Thisâll probably take a while. If there was one thing to know about Rue is that she loves her sleep.
There are two ways you could do this. Act like a child and jump on the bed, or shower her in kisses and tickles till she budges. You decide on the latter and get to work. Moving her stray hair away from her face, you lean in and feather light kisses all over her face. She starts to groan as if she isnât enjoying your love. That facade is broken when you see a faint smile appear. Bingo.
âBabyâŠ.baaaaby...Rue Rue I know youâre awake.â You giggle as she tries to keep a straight face. A string of babbling nonsense leaves her mouth. The only coherent thing she happened to mutter was, âfive more minutes please.â
âI didnât want to do it but you leave me no choice.â You suddenly straddle her hips and go straight to her tickle spots. A roar of uncontrollable laughter spills from her mouth as her eyes shoot open.
âO-okay! Iâm up! iâm up!â She exclaims and you cease your motions. You stay in your spot, straddled over her, to admire her beauty. Rue is one of the strongest people you know (although sheâd beg to differ). Your eyes memorized her smooth skin and effortlessly groomed eyebrows. Her slightly crooked smile and beautiful brown eyes staring back at you.
âWhat you looking at, dork?â Rue tries to hide her blush, but fails. You cup her jaw and caress her cheek. You turn her head to look right back at you.
âMy beautiful girlfriend, who I have the pleasure of spending Christmas with her wonderful family. That family is also waiting on us to get things started. I donât want them thinking that weâre doing something weâre not!â You joke at the end and lean in to award her with a kiss. As you pull away you canât help but giggle at Rueâs blissed out face.
âCome on, loser.â You hop out of her bed and hold your arm out for her.
âCâmon Y/N, stop fucking around,â Rue whined, looking down at you, her eyebrows furrowed. You were positioned in between her thighs, your tongue moving up and down her slit at an excruciatingly slow pace.
âWhatâs wrong Rue?â You asked, eyes meeting hers, your fingers replacing your tongue. Rue bit her lip, looking away from you. âTell me what you want,â you said. Rue muttered something under her breathed and you hummed. âSpeak up, Rue Rue,â you said.
âI want, no I need you to make me cum,â Rue said.
You smirked. âYouâre so fucking needy, huh?â You said. Rue pushed her hips closer to your face. âHey, stay still. Keep moving around and I wonât make you cum,â you said. Rue groaned, covering her face with her arms, you snickered.
Without warning you started sucking on her clit. Rue gasped, hands flying down to your hair, eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her legs twitched as your tongue moved up and down on her clit, her wetness on your tongue. You looked up at her as she fell apart, moaning out profanities as she got closer and closer to her orgasm.
âFuck Y/N,â Rue moaned. âFeels so good.â You hummed against her pussy, your tongue moving as fast as it could against her clit. You moved your fingers towards her entrance, shoving two digits inside, pumping in and out of her wet pussy. Rueâs moans got louder, riding her pussy against your mouth. âIâm gunna cum, iâm gunna cum,â she whined, hips bucking against you.
Her legs shook violently as her orgasm tore through her, pussy clenching around your fingers. You moaned against her, keeping your tongue on her clit until she pushed you away. You smiled crawling next to her and pressing a kiss against her lips.
How about rue and readers (female) first time? With her being all careful and soft since reader is a virgin and nervous đ„ș
Of course!
"Hey are you alright?" Rue asks, her hands soothing over my thighs as I catch my breath, my head falling back against the pillows beneath me. I just give her a gentle nod, but she just huffs, climbing up my body to be able to look down at me, her head tilted playfully. "I don't do that shit, I need verbal confirmation." She giggles, her weight resting on me as she reaches up to cup my cheeks in her small hands.
"Just nervous." I mutter bashfully, her smile growing as she leans down to press a kiss to my cheek, then to the other, and then a brief kiss on my lips.
"We can stop, you say stop and I will-"
"Don't stop." I shake my head, cutting her off as she grins wickedly, her eyes swimming with mischief as she dips down, her fingers slipping under the neck of my shirt to expose my bare collarbone. Her warm breath against my skin makes my whole body shiver, her lips pressing heated kisses against the newly exposed skin has my head spinning in pleasure, small moans leaving my lips.
"If you say so." She chuckles, her fingers dancing up under my shirt, helping me lift it over my head without another word. She's gentle with her touches and kisses, her lips getting lost in every dip in my body, her touch dancing downwards, toying with the band of my sweatpants. "This alright?" She quizzes, fingers slipping under the fabric of my sweatpants and my panties, not going any further as I nod my head breathlessly. "Words, baby."
