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bodythieves · 10 months ago

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shane mccutcheon x you | cw: intox!makeout, slight fingering?, dirty talk-ish | stoner!shane, neighbor!shane, anxious!reader (is that how i label this shit?)

THIS IS RLY LONG!

okay, okay. let's be honest here: you are not one for change. you are not one to break out of your routine, one to sway from your typical path. no, rather, you are steadfast in every moment of your day, to an absolute t. some of your friends like to tease you until your skin feels hot, and you look down at your feet. you have a google calendar (your lord and savior) and a prescription for an unnamed anxiety medication that you'd-rather-not-talk-about.

and shane. oh, god, shane mccutcheon. shane was your neighbor in a shitty LA apartment, a hairstylist/absolute fucking menace. every other day, she's sitting on the stoop, feet flat on the ground and elbows on her knees, a cigarette dangled between her lips. she'd smile, check you out- go to say something. but you- being you, of course- would quickly swing open the and duck inside.

today was particularly awful for you, though. your therapist had broken up with you. he was moving to a new practice, they didn't accept your insurance, and you had just gotten so comfortable. remember how we made it known that you weren't great with change? the smallest thing could make you itch. make you feel as if you had lost everything, like it all was over. so, understandably, you were having a meltdown inwardly that you couldn't let out until you reached the sanctuary of your one bedroom apartment and closed that manager's-special, white door. except you wouldn't be doing that, no. not now. because you felt your face betray you as you neared the pathway that led to the glass vestibule of the apartment complex. there she was.

"oh, look," she snorts softly through her nostrils, her lips quirking up into a smile upon seeing your own (even if it was microscopic). she had just sat down to smoke as you neared, her lithe frame hunched over as she picked through a paper cigarette pack. "didn't know you were able to do that." tracking shane's movements, your eyes followed the brunette as her slender fingers plucked out a cigarette, and brought it to that smug grin.

"I've smiled at you before." you said this far quicker than you would've liked to. quick enough that shane could tell you were already nervous. your paces brought you to the cement set of steps before the vestibule, the glass reflecting a soft glare from the setting LA sun. as you came closer, you let your gaze drift over her. shaggy brown hair, a charming disposition- definitely was trying to make you laugh. you cleared your throat, then looked back at Shane's cigarette before she lit it. "do you.. care if i bum one of those?"

um, who the fuck is that? why are you asking for a cigarette right now? oh, that’s right. you were being you when faced with uncomfortable amounts of difference in your typical day-to-day life. your therapist dumped you, your job is mundane, your family is incessantly nagging you, your anxiety is never-

“oh?” shane perked up, the filter of her cigarette now between her teeth as she smiled, rather than her lips. dark green eyes sparkled playfully, but her brows pushed up in an attempt to feign sympathy. she could tell you were feeling off today. after all, you were speaking. “yeah, sure, of course,” she said, fingering open the back with her thumb and taking a look. something about shane’s voice sounded so teasing. as if she wanted to sound like she’d take care of you, like she was worried. her left hand moved up to pull the cigarette from her teeth and her tongue darted out to wet the corner of her lip. A small tsk could be heard from her. “mm.. I only got my lucky left. you don’t care to share, do you?”

you were gonna faint. you were gonna fall over, die, cream your fucking pants. yeah, of course, you thought shane was hot before. why else would you avoid her every time she tried to holler at you? you couldn’t handle that. like we established earlier- you’re a hazard when your schedule is disturbed. but now? right here, standing just a couple feet away from a shane, engaging in conversation, breaking your perfectly time-alotted pattern? the thing that kept you distracted from all the shit of your daily experience? you’d never seen anything hotter.

you felt your body begin moving against your will, sitting down beside shane without missing a beat. your feet became brutus, your mind julius, crying why! you too?! you’re betraying me! as you turn and allow the backs of your sneakers to hit the cement step, lowering yourself down. part of it was definitely to show yourself off to shane. at least a little bit. if you were going to deter from your repetitive habits, why not be a little risky? flirt a little? on the other, you just needed to know that another person was real. what better proof is proximity? “yeah, that’s cool,” your voice is quiet as you take in the sight of shane so close and in such pretty light, your nerves absolutely eating at you.

her lighter was lime green and struggled to spark at first. instinctively, you reach out. you cup your hand around the lighter and use your fingers to hide shane’s cigarette. smoke curls from her nose and she pulls her face away, pinching her brows together as the cigarette began to spark. nodding a silent thank you for your assistance. hush sounds of burning paper, then a cloud of smoke, exhaled through the woman’s nose- you begin to forget. why had you never really spoken to her before? why do you avoid interaction like this?

“well,” shane mumbled from the butt of the cigarette, more smoke leaving her nose. “you have a pretty smile.”

you and shane sit in a friendly silence for a moment, but it’s quickly changing. you can feel that shane is checking you out. of course she is- you’re insanely cute. with high features that are just soft enough, making you so easily approachable. if only you weren’t an anxiety attack on legs! taking a glance at her, you can feel your heart pick up motion in your chest, thrumming inside of your work uniform. shane puts her fingers to her lips and pulls the cigarette away with her thumb and forefinger.

“you smoke weed?” you asked her, raising your eyebrow. your fingers moved, taking the cigarette between your own thumb and finger.

“uh,” she said, starting to let out a chuckle. “i mean, yeah. why?”

“you hold it like you’re smoking a joint.”

“hm,” shane smirked a little, letting you take the cigarette from between her fingers. “do you smoke?”

you shrug a little, taking a slow pull from the dart of tobacco, letting the thick smoke hit your throat and sit for a second. it had been a long time since you’d had one, and it always felt so right when you needed it. “sometimes,” you said, still holding your drag in your throat. “gives me bad anxiety on occasion. try to steer away from it.”

“damn,” shane’s green eyes rake over the side of your face, taking in your features as you blew out a faint stream of smoke. “you think this could be one of your sometimes?”

you pass the cigarette back, turning your head slightly to the left so you can look at shane. a sheepish expression crosses your lips and you mull over the thought. but only for a minute.

“yeah. honestly, i could probably use it.” what was a little more change? what was a little more anxiety? at this point, neither could push you any further than you already were. your response to shane’s question caused the brunette to smirk around the filter of the cigarette, and she nodded as she exhaled. you two sat for a few minutes after, sharing the smoke. there weren’t really any words spoken, but the lack of conversation was made up for in exchanged glances. you took a final drag of the cigarette, then dropped it on the ground and used the toe of your shoe to step it out.

simultaneously, you and shane stood on your feet from the stoop of the apartment complex. you looked her over- taking in her tall and dangly frame, hidden beneath a dark gray zip up and loose jeans, hanging from her hips. her shaggy hair was flippy and chopped, a small blonde tuft in the back. she was.. god, she was actually so cute. you looked away for a second, remembering that you were about to join her. upstairs. in her apartment. and smoke weed. with hot cheeks, you turned on your sneaker and moved on to the cement steps, pacing towards the glass door and slipping your key inside. shane’s presence was looming. literally. you felt her come up behind you and grab ahold of the metal frame just above your head, pulling it open wider so you could get in.

christ, you thought. you were betraying everything you knew: routine, mundanity, consistency. to go hang out with your neighbor who brought home new girls every other night, who smoked out the whole complex, who always smiled at you when she saw you. fuck, fuck, fuck- sneakers, both yours and shane’s, lightly thudded on the linoleum steps of the apartment hallway, bouncing off walls. jeez, focus long enough, you were certain you could hear your heartbeat echo back to you. oh, god, oh, god, oh, god- you stand behind shane, she leads you into her apartment. messy, disorganized, totally not you. you are well kept, you are neat, you are- totally about to jump this woman’s bones. you realize this as Shane sits down on her futon, legs spread wide, her lap just begging for you to come sit on it. oh, god. fuck. oh, god, oh-

“fuck,” you breathed out. you’d had to have been holding that in forever, lungs burning and eyes clenched tight. your head fell back on to the arm of shane’s futon and you could’ve sworn that this was all just a dream. that joint was either insanely strong, or you were losing time because of your previously high levels of anxiety and tension. ‘relax’- she had whispered to you, just before this heated session- ‘let me take care of you. i know what i’m doing, swear. only if you want me to.’ of course you wanted to. to deny that would be an absolute lie.

you feel shane’s breath fan against your neck, the sensation warm and all-consuming. her nose pushing against your jaw and nestling below your ear, soft lips brushing along your skin, ringed fingers slipped up your shirt and ghosted her fingers over your naval, teasing gently at a metal piercing that lay in the skin. her smile could be felt against your neck and she reared back, leaning on to the heels of her feet with a playful grin. her eyes sparkled and she pulled the hem of your shirt up with her right hand, then moved her left from the back of the futon. that hand made its sneaky way to your thigh, pushing your knee into the futon’s black fabric.

“that’s cute.”

“yeah?”

“oh, for sure. you.. got another one?”

“no,” you murmur shakily. you suddenly wished you had more. wished you’d succumbed to those thoughts of impulsivity that rushed through your brain when your spiraled out of control. you thought, for a moment, it would’ve made you more attractive. but… it seemed like shane didn’t mind it. she dropped your shirt and brought that right hand to her mouth, running her thumb and forefinger over her chin. her left then took hold of your black slacks, the uniform for your job, her forefinger hooking into a belt loop.

“that’s okay,” she said, looking at you through her lashes, letting her hand fall as she spoke. “you’d look really good with some more.”

you can’t do this any longer you are losing grip now. you shift your hips desperately, the futon squeaking annoyingly beneath you, but you brush it off. your nerves are shot, you’re insanely horny, you need to get this shit out of your system. “shane,” you mumble lowly, trying to get her attention. you succeed.

but first, she cracks that teeth-rotting smile. the one just sweet enough to make your mouth hurt, and sexy enough to make you sick. then, she does it. she leans in again, and you are full on making out. no longer just slowly kissing, clouded in a smoky haze, kisses tasting of resin and cigarettes. her lips are so soft, her fingers nimble and dexterous as they cup the small of your back. she pulls you. up, into a sitting position, and wraps her palm around the nape of your neck to hold you there. the hand that had pulled you shifted once more as shane lay back on to the futon, and you went right with her. she was handling you. not forcibly, no, but gently, enough to just guide you.

and seeking a safety net in your crumbling control, you let her. you slid into position, right in shane’s lap like you’d wanted to be in the first place. perfect. hanging your head low, you pushed down against your neighbor’s lap and felt yourself rush with a specific heat you only experienced when you knew you weren’t supposed to be doing something. foreheads pushed together, lips a breath apart, you closed the gap. your hands brace the sides of shane’s head and your knuckles nearly turn white from how hard you grasp on to the wooden frame.

shane’s kiss is absolutely filthy. she’s licking, drawing your mouth open as if it were a profound cavern she was in dire need to explore, pulling air from your lungs. you aren’t sure how you’re still feeling at this point, but a trace of shane’s touch runs down across your belly button piercing again and pulls at the button of your slacks. expertly, her lips never once stop moving as the plastic black button pops and she teases down your zipper.

you. oh, you have never been so hungry. you were starving. fuck schedules. fuck routine, to hell with repetition. what was it for anyway? to be comfortable? being comfortable never brought you into situations like this. without thinking, one of your hand relents from the frame and rushes to grab shane’s hand, pushing at her wrist so her fingers would cup just above your underwear, palm right over your pubis. you hadn’t shaved in awhile. though you were tidy, you hadn’t had any in awhile. shane liked it though. you could tell based on how she smiles against your mouth.

words no longer suffice. you clench violently around nothing, your need so heavy that you feel your pulse in the depths of your center. shane pulls away only for a moment to gaze into your eyes as she pulls the fabric of your slacks just slightly past your hips. enough to where she can push your underwear to the side and tuck her fingers against your warm skin, and enough to watch you react.

“you..” shane nearly moans out the word. “you’re.. stupid wet right now.” her brows turn up and she parts her lips, leaning forward on to futon so she could be closer to you. her fingers moved. and you’d never felt something so good. silver rings, soft fingertips, hands that knew what they were doing. you shuddered and jerked, nearly squealing as she ran her thumb over your clit. she looked like she was about to worship you. like she was ready to pray to you. she was so adorable, somehow.

“yeah,” there’s hardly anything but desire behind your voice now. “yeah, i.. i told you-“ you grunt and jerk your hips.

just as Shane’s fingers begin to move in circles, your eyes flutter shut and you begin rocking your hips.

“i needed that joint.”

shane hums out a low chuckle and nods her head. her thumb leaves your clit for only a moment. brushing south and rubbing along your entrance, she eases the truth from your lips.

“i hoped it would end with this, too.” you tone was airy, so overwhelmed with need that you could hardly hear yourself speak.

and just like that, how the truth did set you free. shane’s lips met yours and she kissed you so slowly. lips locked passionately, as if she were thirsty and the only refreshing thing was your kiss. her fingers moved back to your clit, stroking and pushing in motions that rounded your hood with horrifying ease. this was too good. this was great. this was perfect.

you were never going to stick to routine ever again.

notes: okay that’s it im done Im so sorry to lead up so much to barely anything at all but. BUT I GOT NERVOUS. ANYWAY HERE’S THIS IM TAGGING @thestarkillers bc ik they love shane the way i do and this is for them ok bai ALSO i wrote the second half of this drunk. enjoy!

#PLS GUYS BE NICE THIS IS. THIS IS A LOT OKAY #yapping #brizzy writes things #x reader #x you #shane mccutcheon #the l Word #tlwgq #the l word generation q #kate moenning #shane mccutcheon x you #shane mccutcheon x reader #lesbian #lgbtq #wlw #could be fem or masc reader js #fanfic #fanfiction #should I post this on ao3?

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vvampirelust · 1 year ago

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just thinking about how passionate tribbing w Shane would be….

warnings: smut, tribbing/scissoring... uuhh yeh thats it

So desperate. So close. Shane’s hands pulling your hips into her. “Need to feel your pussy. fuck, come here,” she begs, voice wavering on the edge of breaking. It’s not even about making each other cum. Shane’s obsessed with the way your soft, wet cunt feels grinding against hers. Fitting like two pieces of a puzzle.

You’re buried within her shoulder when you ask, “Yeah?” and Shane throbs when she hears the breathiness in your voice. Shane meets the next slide of your pussy over hers, your slick catching her hooded clit in a way that makes her moan out, fingertips pressing deeper into your skin, “Just like that, yeah.” Sound turning guttural when her head falls back on the pillows. So, you pounce, lips finding Shane’s neck in an open-mouthed kiss, mumbling, “M’right here, baby,” your voice sultry, the need for her evident. Especially as you fuck yourself against her with more force than before, dragging out your own whiney moans, muffling hotly into her skin.

“Gonna fuck you so good,” you whimper, bumping your clit into hers. Shane chases the sensation, hips rising in a rut to kiss your nub yet again. A soft chuckle leaves Shane, teasing tone in her voice, “Oh really?” Mouth working upwards, you trail wet, hot kisses along her neck, reaching the sensitive spot beneath her ear.

Shane’s gasp is drawn out into a near pathetic whine when you angle your hips to properly sit your cunt atop hers. “Uh huh,” grinding slowly, an elicit squelch can be heard from where you meet. Messy pussies seeking out each other’s heat. Tilting her head towards you, fingers sweep back the hair from Shane’s damp forehead, allowing you to look down at that pretty, fucked out face of hers. “You like that?”

“You know I do,” she groans, “best pussy I’ve ever had babe.” Grinning, you kiss her then, giggling as Shane’s mouth drops open so she can fight your tongue for control. Muffled noises of pleasure are passed back and forth, swallowing each moan with fervour. You savour the taste of her tongue, the feeling of the wet muscle swirling with yours, exploring your mouth like she’s done countless times before. Yet each kiss somehow feels like the first. The pace of your thrusts quicken, becoming lost within your need to feel her, to please her. Her breathy whimpers only drive your hips with more urge, swollen and sensitive clits grinding so perfectly. Shane wraps herself around you, hands sliding up your bare back, clutching your body to hers. “Fuck, fuck baby,” she breaks the kiss to mutter against your lips, “don’t stop.”

With a shake of your head, you reassure her, “I’m not stopping…pussy’s too good,” you coo, watching the way her brows furrow, eyes threatening to close as the pleasure builds. “I wanna make you cum,” You tell her, proving so in how your cunt presses to hers.

Shane moans out, back beginning to arc off the bed. “Shit…okay. Make me cum babe.”

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raddest-laddest · 1 year ago

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guess what time it is

#i t ‘ s q u i r r e l m a t i m e e e #her scissors are a very versatile tool #they can be scissors; but she can also take them apart and use them as w e a p o n s (cus i love dual wielded blades)#(she can throw them too cus it’s fun)#quirrel’s such a goober i love drawing him #hollow knight #quirrel #quirrel ma #raddest laddest art #raddest ocs

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evoscancelled · 2 months ago

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men dni!

shane mccutcheon x reader

content - AFAB/fem!reader, nsfw, the l word, lowkey reader is a fucking pervert

characters - shane mccutcheon

synopsis - lazy day kinda smut kinda fluff

authors note - life has been so rough these past few months and I really appreciate everyone who has checked up on me! I miss you guys so much and I miss posting. here is a treat.

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“you’re so fucking obsessed”

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you don’t even realize how long you’ve been down there until shane’s fingers slide into your hair and tug just a little.

“babe,” she mutters, voice all hoarse and sleep-heavy, “you’re still down there?”

you hum, face still pressed against the inside of her thigh. your whole body’s relaxed, one arm draped over her hip like you’ve melted into her. you’re not even trying to do anything anymore — just breathing her in, slow and deep, like you’re trying to memorize her.

“mm. missed this.”

shane huffs a soft laugh, head dropping back onto the pillow. “you’re such a freak,” she says, but there’s no bite to it. she sounds kinda wrecked, honestly.

you barely lift your head. “you act like you didn’t know what you were doing when you sat on my face.”

that gets another lazy laugh out of her — this time a little breathier, kinda smug. “didn’t think you were gonna move in down there.”

“not my fault your pussy smells like heaven.”

she groans and throws an arm over her eyes, but she’s smiling. her thighs twitch a little against your cheeks, like her body’s still remembering what you did to her twenty minutes ago.

“you’re so fucking obsessed,” she mumbles.

you grin, kiss the crease of her thigh, and rest your head back down like you’re not planning on leaving anytime soon.

“yeah. i am. deal with it.”

she shakes her head a little, then slides her hand back into your hair. softer this time. more like she’s petting you than teasing.

“…fine,” she says, voice low and almost fond. “then stay.”

and you do. nose-deep, fully content, not thinking about anything but the way she smells and how warm she is under your cheek.

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williecaptureslight · 1 month ago

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padmaddean · 15 days ago

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Pride month Day 22

Gigi & Nat

The L Word Generation (2019-2023)

#Pride month #The L Word Generation Q #Gigi #Nat #Gigi x Nat #Stephanie Allynne #Sepideh Moafi #TLWGQ

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yours-truly-q · 2 months ago

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~ Your Eunoia ☆·*○.

☆ Synopsis - Does L care about how smart his partner is? (spoiler alert: he doesn't) ☆ Warnings! - a LOT of low self-esteem from reader, NEOT proof-read (I am very tired, pls don't judge) ☆ Pairing/s - L. Lawliet x gn!reader ☆ Notes - Trying something new style wise, tell me what you think! I've also just got back into Death Note (OH how I MISS YOU L ‼️) w/c - 1.1k

"Why do you like me?" You ask L bluntly, the previous silence being disturbed by your abrupt question. Your eyes flick between L and the coffee table, which had recent crime scene photos resting on it, like you couldn't decide what sight to let your eyes settle on. You were nervous, and maybe L could see that through your fiddling hands and body posture which has you curled into the sofa you sat on, like it could personally hide you from his deductive abilities. You knew better though.

L gives it a bit of thought, hands pausing over a photo at your words, before they continue their descent, fingers brushing the paper. You wonder what he thinks sometimes, how he can find a suspect by their body language and speech pattern alone, what clues he sees as relevant and what ones aren't worth looking at twice. He's so smart it makes you wonder why he would choose you in the first place. You're not particularly smart, you didn't do things he couldn't predict, if anything he sees what you're going to do before you even do it, so why you?

"You're simple and nice to look at." L states bluntly, his voice breaking you out of your thought process.

"Thanks" You roll your eyes playfully at his comment, but consider his words carefully, trying to understand this from L's perspective, what he could mean. 'Simple?' Your face scrunches up in confusion at the word, 'But why does he want that? Does he even want that? If he didn't, then why would he even point it out in the first place?' Your eyes glaze over as you let your head try to break down L's words, hoping that dissecting his reply will lead to a reasonable answer.

"...You're thinking about this too hard." L mumbles loud enough for you to hear, while his large black eyes glance over to you from the corner of his vision. He takes in your expression attentively, before going back to staring intently at two photos that lay side by side.

"Well, it's hard not too when I can't figure out if being 'simple' is a good thing or not." You huff out a laugh, one hand coming up to fiddle with the fabric of your shirt sheepishly. You look away from his form entirely, not sure what to make of this conversation at all.

"It is-" L starts as his index finger taps his lip in thought, no doubt about the case that was presented to him no more than 2 hours ago. "-You are easy to emotionally read, no matter how subtle or obvious your tells are, simple in thought process, so, predictable-" He continues while reaching over the table to grab a file, from the other end of the table, to scrutinise.

"WOW, just call me stupid why don't you?" You joke quietly with a silly smile slapped across your face. Though L makes a mental note to pick apart the emotional and mental connotations that that comment comes with, along with your expression, later.

"-, and, to me, accessible." L finishes, opening the file and taking in the information it presents him, though, before he starts reading, he stares at you with a prominent expression and says.

"You're simple, and that very thing is a quality I appreciate and look for in my environment when all I see is complexity." Then L looks down to his file, like he never said anything in the first place. He almost looks distracted, even though you know for a fact he is nothing of the sort, like he's not listening and you take a moment to admire him, as subtly as you can, in all his glory. The way his black hair shines in the white fluorescent light of the hotel room, how his finger brushes over his lip in thought and most of all, how his dark eyes scan over pages of facts and data. He's so pretty so it's not fair how he's so smart on top of all of that.

'What do you have to offer to him? What do you do for him? What makes him stay?' You look away from L as you let the thoughts quietly fester in your mind, because, they were right, weren't they? Even if what he wanted was simplicity and you were, apparently, that very thing, It's not like you were easy to interact with or be with as a partner. Insecurity lurked in every corner of your mind tainting each thing you said, did or even thought. No matter how far you ran from it, it would always find you and curl its sharp, venomous claws into your heart. So maybe you were simple, but you were in no way easy to handle, and you were just waiting for him to get sick of you and your constant self-doubt.

A small hum brings you out of your thoughts once more, before you notice L placing down the file he was reading, onto the table, and shuffling towards you. He crouches in front of your chair, in his typical L stance, while his eyes bore into your own with a certain intensity you've only seen very few times.

"Do not think that because you doubt yourself, that you are less deserving of my affections. Your value isn't determined by your flaws, nor your failures; nor is your worth in this relationship determined by how much you 'contribute' or 'bring' to the relationship. Your insecurities don't take away from the amount of fondness I harbor for you." His voice holds an air of unwavering certainty, like the mere idea that this could be a false statement was a crazy thought. L's normally deadpan face softened as you scanned his expression, eye brows, lips, nose, for any sign of deception. Then the moment you gazed into his eyes, you saw it, a warm tenderness that L unusually didn't show so freely, but here it was, just so you could confirm that he meant this, confirm how he felt. He was committed to you, and maybe this was his silent way of showing it.

"You will see your worth, for yourself, one day, but for now simply remember that, once again-" L leans in closer to you, chest almost brushing your knees to emphasise his words even more. "-your value isn't determined by your flaws, nor your failures." His voice carries a weight to it that you couldn't name if you tried, but his eyes tell you all you need to know. So even though you're uncertain, even though you don't feel that you're enough, you nod because you know that even if you don't feel worth the trouble, L does and maybe that, in itself, enough.

☆ Bonus!

"...so you like me because I'm stupid is what I'm hearing?" You joke again while leaning towards L in your chair. Whatever tension that had been building between the you two immediately dissipates as you let out small giggles.

"You know that's not what I mean, but if you wish to take it that way then who am I to correct you?" L reaches for his cup, but it can't hide that rare smile of his, that spreads across his face.

#yours truly q <3 #L COME HOME THE KIDS MISS YOU!!#actually I miss you too #come back for me #HE'S ALIVE i scream as the men in white coats take me away #L x reader #L x you #death note x reader #lawliet x reader #L lawliet #death note x you #death note x y/n #comfort #lawliet x you #fluff #hurt/comfort #angst?

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penaltybox-gossip · 6 days ago

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Thank you ex anon

#ex anon #t. zegras #j. hughes #s. marcus #l. hughes #q. hughes

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inktopuck · 7 months ago

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juno | quinn hughes social media au (pt.11)

pt. 10

_quinnhughes

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_quinnhughes little piece of heaven

trevorzegras oh my god stop rubbing it in my face

colecaufield that's what she said

trevorzegras get out

_quinnhughes he can stay

trevorzegras okay so i'll leave

_quinnhughes fine by me

trevorzegras why do you hate me

yournamehughes quinn trevor won't stop texting me about you hating him please tell him you don't hate him

_quinnhughes no can do babydoll

yournamehughes jack give him back his phone

yournamehughes

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yournamehughes bubba's first time at rogers! and how stunning is daddy??? 😍

jackhughes Y/N for the love of god don't make me read shit like this, idc how stunning you think quinn is

yournamehughes quinn? i was talking about arty!

arturssilovs1 🫶🏻

_quinnhughes watch it

yournamehughes or what

_quinnhughes you know what

jackhughes i'm gonna k*** myself

trevorzegras nooo don't kill yourself ur so hot aha

eliaspettersson in uncle petey's jersey!

yournamehughes you're his favorite

bboeser it's because of that big round shiny head of his

yournamehughes no fights in my comments he loves both of his blonde princesses

elblue6 third gen hockey family!!

colecaufield habs draft pick in a few years!

_quinnhughes over my dead body

colecaufield noted 🔪📝

jackhughes

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jackhughes giving my boy all my wisdom

l_hughes06 so... you're giving him...nothing?

jackhughes and this, theodore, is why uncle lukey has no girlfriend and no friends

l_hughes06 he's 2 years old jack he isn't reading shit

yournamehughes are you the one teaching him all these colorful swear words he's loving at the moment

jackhughes no i am not the reason your child curses like a sailor ask luke

l_hughes06 not me. ask cole

colecaufield i didn't think they were going to curse on drag race!

yournamehughes you didn't think they were going to curse on DRAG RACE

_quinnhughes don't forget to mention his godfather is a massive nerd

jackhughes shut up, 7th overall draft pick, the 1rsts are brainstorming

l_hughes the storm? a bit of drizzle

subbanator oh he's getting those 10 jizzy commandments 🫡

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l_hughes06 fuck around and find out #theo

_quinnhughes luke what the fuck is this

jackhughes he left theo alone for 10 minutes in the kitchen while mom was picking up flowers

l_hughes06 i needed to go to the bathroom

_quinnhughes AND YOU COULDN'T TAKE HIM WITH YOU

l_hughes06 bro i draw the line at forcing the kid to stare at the wall while i'm in the toilet

yournamehughes luke why is my child vacuuming

l_hughes06 the caption is self explanatory

yournamehughes did you at least give him a shower before putting him in the onesie?

l_hughes06 ofc do you think i'm a brute

_quinnhughes yes

colecaufield yes

jackhughes yes

elblue6 Luke Warren Hughes is that ALL the flour i had in the house for your father's birthday cake

l_hughes06 ask your grandson

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