#protect Him At All Costs

What anout a Luisa x a Reader who is skilled in massagong, like, the kind of skill that makes anyone melt out of relaxarion and the reader always hellps Luisa to relax after her long days of work, because ley's be honest, agter all the weight luisa has to carry, she deserves a good relaxing massage.

Love it!

Your arrangement had started after you had her help move a particularly heavy screen. She had been rather hesitant at first, feeling that she didn’t deserve such luxuries.

“This isn’t so bad, now is it?” You asked her exposed back as you kneaded her shoulders.

“No.” She sighed. You grinned at how hard she was trying to not be vocal. From then on, once a week, you would have her come over, just to move the screen s few inches, and the reward her with a nice massage.

“So we’re gonna have to stop doing this.” Luisa said during one of your weekly meetups.

“What? Why?” You asked.

“W-well, I l-like you and I uh.” She hesitated, rubbing the back of her neck.

“I like you too.” You said, stepping closer. “All the more reason to keep giving you free-bees.”

“But, won’t your other clients have a problem with this?”

“Don’t worry about them. Now strip and get on the table, I want to see if that knot in your left shoulder is resolving.” Luisa nodded and did as she was told once you were out of the room. By the time you moved in together, the familiarity with her body made the massages therapeutic for you as well, and when she was in her room, she felt no particular compilation to be quiet. You earned small gasps and sighs as your hands worked, the tension draining from her bit by bit until she was completely relaxed. Then it was time for a shower and off to bed, where you’d be snuggled close, her relaxed body, drawing comfort from your presence.

Sleeping with Luisa was a very comforting experience 99.9 Percent of the time. Luisa was the cuddle queen, and had a special appreciation for warm fluffy blankets. However, there was the .01 percent that could be a real beast. You woke up with severe pain radiating from your ribs and made some alarmed and pained noises that snapped Luisa back to consciousness.

“Huh? Wha? Oh! Oh My God What Did I Do?!?” Luisa was across the room, hair disheveled, and night gown off a shoulder as she stoop looking horrified in less time than it took Camilo to prank someone.

“Baby, darling, sweetheart, it’s fine, really.” You lied. Each breath really hurt, but let’s face it, talking Luisa down was sort of priority. You moved to sit up, wincing more. “I’ll go wake your mom, hell I can tell her I was out for a little stroll and tripped down the stairs.” Luisa’s lower lip started quivering and her eyes welled with tears.

“I’m so sorry!” She sobbed, her eyes frantic.

“Honey, angel, amor,” you soothed, walking over and hugging her, in-spite of the screaming ribs. “What happened?

“I-I had a n-nightmare. I didn’t know!” You did your best to rock her back and forth, trying desperately to ignore the ouch in your chest. “Tell me everything.” You started humming to try to bring her off the emotional ledge.

“Th-there were people chasing us, and I lost you in the people running, and I couldn’t find anyone, and my strength went away, and then there were spiders.”

“Oh love, of course you were hugging me tight, I’d be scared too.” You coaxed her to sit on the floor, making it easier to stroke her hair and dry her cheeks.

“I hurt you.” She whispered, almost ashamed.

“It wasn’t intentional, and nothing a snack courtesy of your mom won’t fix.” You promised, bringing her head to your chest. “I love you so much, my gentle Luisa.” A knock sounded at the door, followed by a tired looking Julietta and a concerned Dolores entering the room.

“Mama, I hurt her.” Luisa whimpered, as Julietta took over your place, Dolores handed you a quesadilla, which was eaten gratefully. The relief was instant as your ribs went back where they were supposed to go.

“Good as new.” You announced, kneeling before Luisa. “Light of my life, why don’t we go back to bed?” Pure apprehension flooded her face. “Odds are it won’t happen more than once in a night.” You pointed out.

“She’s right. Get some rest. You need a good nights sleep.” Julietta said, petting Luisa’s hair and kissing her daughter’s face.

“A-alright.” Luisa agreed, standing up and hugging her mother and cousin. You mouthed your thanks as they left the room, earning nods and smiled of acknowledgment. You held out your arms, making grabby hands.

“I could do with some snuggles, I’m starting to get cold.” Luisa gingerly picked you up, setting you on the bed with the utmost care, curling around you.

“I love you. I’m sorry.”

“I know. I love you too.

Life is Strange: True Colors

“You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,

Love like you'll never be hurt,

Sing like there's nobody listening,

And live like it's heaven on earth.”

- William W. Purkey

Clingy Luisa x reader pls

Clingy Luisa x reader

Luisa is very very touch starved and love starved and when you showed her the love and affection she deserves, she melted.

Luisa wanted your attention 24/7 and you were willing to give it to her.

Cuddles are Luisa’s favourite, she gets to hold you and you’re all snuggled into her.

Hugs are just as amazing. Luisa lifts you off the ground and holds you tightly and spins you around, expect at least 300 hugs a day.

When Luisa has chores, she wants you to hang out with her, you do and it’s memorizing seeing her lift so many heavy things.

Sometimes Luisa juggles heavy objects to make you blush.

After every chore Luisa hugs you and gives you kisses.

Whenever Luisa is walking around town, she holds your hand and pulls you close to her.

After Luisa is done her chores, she picks you up and carry’s you back to her room for some well deserved snuggles.

Or you two will go swimming together or go on walks on the beach.

Whenever Luisa has a shower she wants you to join her sometimes you do and sometimes you don’t.

You do have friends and you still hang out with them. As much as you love spending time with Luisa, you love hanging out with your friends too.

Luisa knows she can’t be possessive over you because she’s scared you’ll leave, she encourages you to.

Though Luisa worries a lot, did you bring a knife? Did you have enough to eat?

When you get home, Luisa gives you a bone crushing hug and is super needy after that.

Luisa makes out with you for hours.

She just can’t get enough of you.

Luisa holds you tightly all night and rolls over on top of you.

You don’t wake her up and instead you play with her hair, you’re able to breathe and you love your Luisa blanket keeping you safe and warm.

Luisa hates waking up because she doesn’t want to let go of you, she just wants to hold you all day.

There’s some days where she just takes the day off and spends it cuddling you. Giving you kisses and holding your hand and playing with your hair.

Luisa needs you, you make her happy, you make her feel special and needed.

You loved her clinginess.

Marsha P. Johnson Polaroids by Andy Warhol, 1974.

“I don’t want other people to decide who i am. i want to decide that for myself. ” – Emma Watson

Happy international women’s day!

Whoever made this deserves a kiss, making my two favorite pieces of media combine into one

Knock knock , who’s there? f*** off.

he's just ricky trailer park boys if you think about it