#Shannon x Reader

[adrianvokov]

headers shannon lynch

[abliys]

Shannon berry as abby you’ll never be forgotten☹️

[jinxfestival]

Oh God, how did they not choose her?

[etherealperrie]

The Chart (pt. 1)

"...like a bullet in between your eyes, she is fully loaded & pressurized"

Shane Mccutcheon x OC (Original Character) | The L Word

Word Count: 1.8k

Contains: Queer OC | Reader is a PhD Student in LA | playboy era Shane Mccutcheon | "Solid" by MUNA inspired | Mentions of secondary L Word characters |

Warnings: explicit language, references to drinking/alcohol, and explicit sexual activity

...

The club is hazy, a cloud of nicotine blowing past her nose as she saunters through the door frame. She breathes it in, the smell of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and sex eliciting a near Pavlovian response. Jules’ body is alight with excitement, the stress and nerves she’d bottled up throughout the week in desperate need of a release. What kind of release, though, she’s not sure. Is it something or someone she’s in need of? It doesn’t much matter to her, for the next forty-eight hours she’s free. Free from the library archives and the incessant nagging of her professors and advisors. Free from the writer's block that’s been plaguing her for nearly a month preventing her from making any progress on her dissertation.  

She perches herself on a barstool on the outskirts of the room, her eyes roaming the sea of bodies before her, every one of them here to escape something, to exchange their stressors for a vice. 

That’s why Shane Mccutcheon is here, anyway. A vice. Her biggest vice surrounds her where she stands at the center of the club, her tall frame leant against the bartop, a pair of leather pants accentuating the shape of her body. She doesn’t have to move, women flocking to her side, whispering in her ear. She raises an eyebrow, entertaining their whims, her smile lifting seductively. 

Jules takes a sip of the martini she was handed, the dark haired woman flashing her a smile from the nearby table. It’s dry and Jules doesn’t like olives. In fact, she loathes them. She’d much prefer a vodka cranberry, something easier to get down. But the martini is free. And as a struggling graduate student, the martini tastes like heaven. She winces as she swallows, the gin burning the back of her throat, but she feels her body relax in the same instant. 

Whatever had been on her mind slips away with each sip and soon, the drink is gone. The woman’s eyes widen, her smile growing, an image of her and Jules flashing across her mind, but Jules is already gone. She weaves her way through rhythmic bodies, the bass pumping through her shoes up to her chest so strongly that she can no longer decipher her own heartbeat. And, god, it’s heaven to disassociate, to leave her body and mind behind and move to the music. 

Shane doesn’t dance. Unless a pretty woman initiates, of course, but even in that case the dancing doesn’t last too long before Shane finds herself in the club bathroom with the nameless stranger. Or the alley behind the club. Or a parked car. Shane’s not picky. 

So, she just watches her friends frolic around her, drink in hand. It’s the usual sights for her, she’s here almost every weekend with Alice or Helena or Tina but she almost always leaves them behind. Shane recognizes some familiar faces, waving to some and totally avoiding others. 

But a new face in the crowd draws Shane’s attention. Though, she didn’t notice her face first, if Shane’s being honest. It’s the sight of long tousled hair flowing like soft silk between exposed slender shoulder blades as she moves her body side to side with the beat. It’s the lights reflecting off of her nude back. It’s the way she doesn’t seem to realize just how magnetic she is. 

Shane knows she has to move. A woman like this doesn’t stay on the dance floor for long. She pushes herself from her perch at the bar, eliciting a playful sneer from Alice that she ignores. 

The world is a blur for Jules, every face and body around her morphing together under the purple lights of the club. She laughs at nothing and only to herself, high on feeling. The music shifts to something softer and only then does Jules take a breath, slowing her movements. She closes her eyes for a moment feeling the erratic beats of her heart, grinding her hips to the slow, sensual beat. 

She gasps at the feeling of a body close beside her, a rogue hand grazing her hip. Jules leans into the feeling, reaching back to grasp the hand and pull it closer to her, encouraging the stranger to linger near her hip bone. There’s a breath exhaled before skin meets skin, the warmth of the stranger behind her, holding Jules as she grinds against the woman. 

The touch is heavenly, eliciting a soft moan from Jules as she leans back, resting her head against the woman’s chest. She takes another deep breath, the scent of whisky and cigarettes filling her lungs. When she opens her eyes, looking up at the woman, Jules is met with a pair of hazel eyes shrouded by an artful mess of dark hair, framed with a jawline chiseled by god herself. Shane’s eyes move down to admire Jules’ lips and chest – her imagination running wild with thoughts of what she would do just to feel Jules’ body underneath her own – then back up in a quick second.

Shane lowers her lips to Jules’ ear, holding back a groan as Jules’ grinds herself against her, both of their hands wandering new territory, eager to explore. 

“C’mon,” Shane breathes, sending chills down Jules’ spine. She wouldn’t typically do something like this, but she’d been so hyper focused with work the past few months that she couldn’t exactly remember the last time she’d been touched. She craves it now, especially with Shane’s hands on her body. She’s never felt so alive. Somehow, this woman she’s known for no more than a few minutes knows exactly where to touch her. 

Jules doesn’t protest when Shane laces her fingers between her own, a warm feeling spreading in her stomach as she rubs small circles into her skin as they weave through the crowd towards the back of the club, slipping through the bathroom door. 

Shane’s lips are on hers in the next second, warm and wet, Jules’ hands skimming the length of Shane’s back to tangle her fingers in the ends of her dark hair as they deepen their kiss. Every inch of Jules’ body is on edge, electricity running between the two of them, both hungry for more.

Shane breathes in the faint vanilla scent of Jules’ perfume, peppering kisses across her collarbones and back up to her jawline. She nudges Jules’ back gently against the door frame of one of the small stalls, bracing against it, her expression smug, drinking in the sight of the woman she doesn’t know but so desperately wants to touch, to taste. 

It’s here where Jules really takes Shane in, watching as she takes her bottom lip between her teeth, her gaze slipping down to the oversized white button-up shirt adorning her torso, the thin fabric making it abundantly clear she’s not wearing a bra. Jules swallows harshly, not sure if she wants to touch or be touched. Both, she decides as Shane leans forward to toy with the hem of her top – definitely both. 

She reaches underneath the hemline and eases the fabric up and over Jules’ head, ruffling her long tresses. Shane exhales at the sight of her nude chest, a moan escaping the back of her throat as her eyes rake over Jules’ breasts. It’s a view Shane loves, one she sees often, one she never tires of showing her appreciation for. She steps in, dropping her head to press a kiss to Jules’ sternum, but Jules stops her, placing a hand underneath Shane’s chin tilting her head back to look at her. 

“I want to touch you,” Jules breathes. Shane chuckles, shaking her head. It’s rare someone should think about her before themselves, but the only thing Shane can think about is tasting this woman for herself. That alone might be enough to get her off, no hands needed. 

“You first,” Shane asserts, her voice low, her eyes dark. She needs this, needs to feel her. Jules groans, her whine quickly turning into a whimper as Shane presses her body hotly against her own, kissing back down her chest. Shane sneaks her hand between their bodies, her fingers brushing over the button of Jules’ jeans. Her breath hitches and Shane smirks, popping the button open in one swift movement. Shane slips her fingers underneath the denim and lace, getting a real feel for just how much of a pool had collected between Jules’ thighs. 

A shared gasp escapes both of their lips at the same moment as Shane swipes her fingers in a slow, bold stripe, tracing a feather light touch up and around her most intimate parts. Shane looks up, a rush of adrenaline coursing through her from the feeling, from the sight of Jules gasping with pleasure, her head thrown back, eyes shut. 

“Fuck, look at you,” Shane sighs. She runs her fingers in the same pattern, eliciting another moan. Jules inhales sharply, grinding her hips, desperate for more. 

Three sharp taps on the bathroom door force them apart, Jules covering herself, rushing to the opposite side of the stall. She’d forgotten where she was, her focus on chasing the high and god, she’d been close. She wants nothing more than to finish what she’s started, Shane standing across from her still watching her with the same intensity and desire. 

“Hurry the fuck up in there!” a voice shouts, muffled behind the door.

“We don’t have to rush,” Shane says, closing the space between them again, her hands on Jules’ hips. 

“I think, uh, maybe I should go.” It’s the clearest moment Jules’ had since stepping foot in the club. 

“For what it’s worth, I really wanted to fuck you,” Shane sighs, raking a hand through her hair, leaving the strands perfectly rumpled. Her gaze drops to Jules’ naked torso, as if working to commit the image to memory. 

“I know,” Jules laughs, bending to pick her top up off the floor. She slips it over her head and squeezes past Shane, the stall door swinging as she steps through. Jules takes one last look at herself in the mirror, fixing the smudged lipstick at the corner of her mouth. Shane leans against the doorframe, watching intently. Shane considers for a moment, asking for the woman’s name, but thinks better of it. No point in changing old habits now. She’s probably only passing through town anyway. That, and Shane’s not the relationship type. She knows better. 

Jules turns on her heel and pulls the door open, her eyes widening at the line of women standing outside, each one of them glaring. 

“Tell Shane to fuck you in the men’s room next time,” one of them sneers as she pushes forward into the room. Jules furrows her brow, tugging at the neckline of her top. She moves past the line and heads for the exit, the name echoing in her mind over the image of the woman smirking up at her mere seconds ago. 

Shane. 

— 

A/N: Hey hey, if you got this far -- thank you! This is my first time writing anything for Shane &/or in the L Word universe, so I hope you enjoyed despite any inaccuracies, etc. I've been wanting to write for Shane for quite a while & when this multi-part idea came to me, I couldn't tell my mind no. Anyway, I hope you stick around for part two and even if you don't, I hope (for what it's worth) you enjoyed part one! :)

[sthefany16]

The Impact of Patrick Wilson on Horror Movies: How Patrick Wilson's Presence Affected the Horror Genre and Why They're So Effective

Patrick Wilson is a versatile actor known for conveying complex emotions and making his characters incredibly realistic. Whether in dramas, musicals or, of course, horror movies, he brings intensity that connects the audience to the characters' emotional conflicts. He has a special talent for bringing everyday heroes to life, exploring a range from skepticism to vulnerability and heroism, making his performances convincing and engaging.

One of Patrick's strengths is his subtle approach. Instead of over-dramatizing or exaggerating expressions, he builds characters in a balanced way, using silent gazes and small nuances that make the audience perceive what he's feeling without needing to say much. (I love the scared face he makes in Insidious 😹🥰) This emotional depth creates a stronger bond with the viewer, who becomes involved in the character's journey.

Patrick Wilson has established himself as a remarkable figure in the horror genre thanks to his ability to bring authenticity and intense presence, elevating suspense and psychological terror in various productions. In movies like "The Conjuring" and "Insidious," Wilson balances his role as a reluctant hero and vulnerable protagonist, bringing humanity that emotionally connects the viewer to what's at stake. This depth makes the stories more realistic and impactful.

The Conjuring is particularly effective due to its constant tension and narrative blend of paranormal investigation and family drama. Patrick, playing investigator Ed Warren, creates a solid emotional foundation that lends credibility to the story and intensifies terror as supernatural events unfold. His chemistry with Vera Farmiga, who plays Lorraine Warren, further deepens the audience's emotional connection, showing the film is more than just a horror story.

In Insidious, his role as a desperate father trying to save his son from dark forces creates urgency and vulnerability, making the film frightening not only for its supernatural elements but also for the terror of a helpless father, elevating the narrative's impact by conveying both strength and fear.

This talent for balancing emotion and restraint makes Patrick Wilson a magnetic presence, and is part of what makes his characters stand out, especially in horror.

[sky-is-the-limit]

No but I know that I am the no1 Shannon Berry as Abby stan but I'm rethinking it cause if I see that woman as Abby, my life will be altered permanently, my delulu levels will rise to an even more dangerous state and I might forget that I also like men at all.

[whousestypewriters]

| ⁞ johnny kavanagh ⭑.ᐟ

key: ಇ fluff | ⟡ angst | ✰ suggestive

nothing here yet!

[hoedamn-eron]

just a thought but i feel like poe dameron would be the type to get intimate with you after finding he has to go on a risky mission, and while being intimate he just whispers stuff like “after this war we’ll get married, yeah, have a few kids..” like 🫠

I’m a little drunk right now so I can’t answer this as coherently as I’d like but I agree

He’d give you such an amazing(ly sad) goodbye

Making LOVE to you baby

Making you feel so good

You’ve probably cum so much you’ve lost count

And it’s common knowledge that Poe wants kids

So when he told you about this risky mission, that he’ll be gone for a while and might not come back, you take advantage of the fact that it might be the last night you ever have together

So you spend it in his quarters ALL NIGHT SON

Anyway

He’d whisper things like

“I’ll come back to you”

“Get married as soon as we can”

“Fuck you feel so good, get you full of me until you’re leaking”

You can’t say anything other than moan his name because wtfffffff is he doing to you

“Gonna make you a mama baby”

“You want a baby? I can do that for you”

STOPPPP

Luckily he makes it back absolutely fine

Where he MAKES GOOD of his promise to you

I’ll expand on this when I’m not so abbreviated, thank you predictive text 😗✌️

[lichoulychou]

"You're safe with me"

Drew thomas x Female! Reader

Movie: The conjuring

Summarization: After your mother *Carolyn's possesion* you had been traumatized and always jumpy thinking bathsheba was still with you so you tell drew about the lately panic attacks and nightmares about the past events that had happened

(WARNING:PANIC ATTACKS, MORBID THOUGHTS, CONFESSIONS, FLUFF, AND KISSES.)

( Not very fluent in english sorry:) )

*One week after possesion*

I dial Drew's number to call him and tell him to pick me up for tomorrow morning. Me and Drew we're college students that had discover each other through mrs. and mr. warren's class. They had help through everything tough going on with our house which Im thankful for. Anyways lets get back to Drew.

I wait for a few minutes until he answered.

"Hello? Who's this?" Drew says quite confused that someone might have mistakenly called him

"Oh Hi drew! I just wanted to talk about how maybe you could pick me up for tomorrow I really have something important to tell you" I say, knowing my heavy feelings for drew it had been hard ever since I started admiring everything about him as he might like my sister.

(TIMESKIP)

I wake up in a scared state as I had another one of my previous nightmares. I stare at the clock to see it was already 5:30 am, I sat up and went to get my clothes ready now, since Me and Drew had class at around 7 in the morning.

I get my flared jeans ready, also with my tight polo,black converse and denim jacket.

(TIMESKIP)

I hear Drew knocking at the door so I grab my stuff and scurry through the door.

"BYE MOM AND DAD LOVE YOU!" I said so they know I was going to leave for school.

"Bye Honey, Stay safe!" My mother yells loud enough for me to hear. I open the door to see Drew standing there and smiling cutely.

"Hi Drew! woke up in the right side of the bed?"

"Yeah" Drew says smiling wider at me. I look at his cheek bones and I've never wanted to pinch someone's cheeks until Drew. I was snapped out of my thought's when I heard Drew say.

"Hey? Are you okay?" He touches my shoulder still opening the door for me.

"Yeah sorry, zoned out for a little bit" I say blushing when Drew touched my shoulder. "Sorry Drew"

"No its fine sweetheart, just get in the car." He says smiling at me. I get in the car and he closes the door for me. My cheeks turn into blood red as I just realised Drew had called me "Sweetheart".

I was looking out of the window so Drew would'nt see how bright red my cheeks had turned. I hear the engines turn on and soon we were on the road going to school.

"Sweetheart.. You called last night told me you wanna tell something? What is it? Everything going fine in the house? Are you fine?" Drew asks concerned as he remember's the past occurence.

"Right.. I just you know after the paranormal stuff, its just that I had been having nightmares and panic attacks about it, you know? I always dream about Mom when she was possesed, her eyes are still glued onto my mind like its a stuck bubble gum on a shoe. The panic attacks occur everytime I see them creeping onto me even if there is nothing anymore." I say ranting to him about the things that had been happening after the past events.

"Well sweetheart, you must have gotten pretty traumatized. Dont worry, the thing isn't gonna do anything to you anymore, I would never let anything get to you. Remember your mother fought this demon off just so she could protect you and your siblings. I know she'll do it again and again for you if she could" He says in a soft tone comforting me, his words had calmed me down from the thoughts of my mother and the demon's that had been around our house before even the events.

"Yeah, thankyou for being here for me Drew. Even if we had just met for a few months before this shit happened. I love you." Just then my eyes widen after I had realised I said those 3 words that I couldn't tell Drew before.

The car stops in the parking lot of he school,a huge screech could be heard. Just then I head Drew say "YOU LOVE ME?" he asks me smiling widely, I nod my head "Yes I love you Drew.." I say in a hushed tone. I felt his arms snake around my shoulder and waist hugging me. His face buried in my neck "Yes Yes Yes" I hear drew muffle in my neck "I love you so much too!" Drew says getting me caught off guard.

"I've always liked you! This past few months ever since we met I've developed such huge feelings for you.. I love you so much" He says confessing to me still muffled in my neck .

I hug him back "I love you so much too! Oh drew.." I hug him tightly like he was gonna disappear in my arms.

Just then I feel his hands cup my hands and he kisses me. Shock coursed through my body, but then I come back and kiss him back. We stayed like that for a while until we ran out of breath's.

We press our foreheads together cupping each other faces.

"I love you so much Drew"

"I love you too darling" He softly presses his lips against mine.

"I love you.." then the bell rung and we ran out of the car holding each other's hand to Mr. & Mrs. Warren's class.

(SORRY THIS WAS SHORT I WAS JUST BORED WHEN I WROTE THIS! T-T)

[fleurdelislily]

eagan tehrani x stone!reader headcanons part 4

warnings: mostly fluff but it does get slightly smutty 🤭 also kinda spoilers for queen charlotte oops lol

-ok so since in my little universe Eagan doesn’t go to prison, when Adrian’s compound for the passengers gets blown up Eagan feels bad and gets him a motel room

-you and Eagan were out following a calling together when you ran into Adrian

-you mayyy have snuck out of the house to go with him

-Eagan and Ben have a frenemies thing going on and Ben doesn’t exactly love you hanging out with him

-so you just didn’t say anything!! LOL

-you don’t know Adrian as well so you just stay in the room with Eagan

-but there’s only one bed

-🤭

-you spend the night just chilling in bed talking

-it’s also the middle of winter because IN SEASON 4 THERE WAS SNOW

-so it’s cold

-and those motel blankets look gross and not very warm

-so he gives you his jacket to use as a blanket

-and you literally curl up into a ball under it

-“your dad would be pissed if he knew we were sleeping in the same bed”

-“good thing he doesn’t know”

-at this point you’re just inching closer

-he tucks your hair behind your ear and tips your chin up towards him

-then he kisses you FINALLY

-it’s so soft and gentle

-when you pull back from the kiss you look up at him and whisper

-“I love you, Eagan”

-his eyes soften and he barely gets out “I love you, I love you, I love you” before he takes your face in his hands and kisses you again

-(in my queen charlotte era think that iconic scene where george is all choked up and is like “my heart calls your name” and then kisses her 🥹)

-deeper this time

-you melt into him, into the bed as he climbs on top of you

-you run your hands through his hair

-letting out a soft moan as his lips trail down to your neck

-finding the exact spot that got you to cave in his kitchen

-nipping at that spot and then moving up to your ear, making you shiver

-that photographic memory comes in reeeeally handy lol

-after he just kisses your forehead and you curl up against his chest to fall asleep

-he traces your temples as you doze off

-when mick and zeke show up because Adrian went missing you and Eagan have both had the warehouse calling

-when Eagan runs into Adrian’s room and you follow mick is immediately like

-“what the actual fuck-“

-and zeke being the sweet adorable guy that he is is like “what she means to say is , y/n what are you doing here? we all thought you were at home.”

-“I was just helping with a calling. Mick please dont tell dad.”

-she’s def very suspicious and like it’s so obvious but she promises she won’t tell

-as soon as she walks out of the room zeke literally comes up to you almost laughing and whispers “i could literally feel how flustered you are from outside the motel,” and walks out to the car with mick

-and Eagan is all smug like “oh? i got you flustered, did I?” and pulls you out of view from the window to pull you into a kiss and tickle you

-he’s shushing you as you start giggling and smiling into the kiss

-he sleeps on the couch that night

-youuu sneak downstairs to make out with him in the middle of the night

-he definitely leaves a hickey in a really obvious place on your neck

-when you come down for breakfast in the morning zeke subtly points it out to you and you quick run upstairs to cover it

-also side note but you’re besties with zeke

-when you ask if he’s gonna tell your dad or mick he’s like “of course I won’t. girl code” and zips his lips.

-you’re laughing at him because of course mick taught him that

-when you go to saanvi and vance’s lab to make Eagan have a calling you sit by the bed the whole time

-when saanvi yanks him out of the calling you immediately grab his hand

-seeing him in pain was terrifying

-but you hide it from saanvi and Vance

-except for squeezing his hand

-once they’re gone you pull him into the biggest hug

-when he sees marco’s calling and decides to go to the soup kitchen where the omega sapphire is you go together

-it’s pretty boring but you love spending the time with him when no one else is around

-& stealing kisses when no one is looking

-when you go down to the basement and make it through to the boiler room mick and saanvi are both like 😮

-mick is so onto you now

-so you tell her

-and she’s literally like “im so telling on you when we get home”

-but she thinks you’re cute

-he helps you up on his shoulders to reach some of the bricks where the tiles need to go

-in my version of the story he doesn’t steal the sapphire. angelina comes and steals it somehow because we hate angelina here

-don’t know how to end this lol but lmk if you want part 6!!!

[adrianvokov]

johnnyshannon headers, binding 13 and keeping 13.

like or reblog if you get any header.

[letmeridethatstaff]

I’m gonna make a brand new series after I finish the Truman and (Y/N) show (parody). Based on Wolfblood: I have no idea if that fandom is still alive I just know it lives rent free in my mind since I was a pre-teen/teen. My skills are now decent enough that I’ll actually enjoy it.

So with that being said it’s gonna be maddy’s sis who’s older by like a year or two and a relationship between her and Tom but slow burn.

It’s gonna be minor friendly since Tom and co are minors and writing non minor things for them is yucky (I should not have to state this but ya know). I’m probably gonna start writing it soon but not post it till TTA(Y/N)S is finished

Also wanted to note I’m only gonna write up to the point where Maddy and Rhydian reunite because I don’t think (Y/N) in Jana’s era would work well- even though Jana’s literally my favorite

Another note it should be POC friendly because I’m making her sister adopted

Overall really excited about this!

[jinxfestival]

Okay, I think most people will always agree that Shannon Berry is the ideal choice to play Abby in The Last of Us.

She has some kind of "Abby energy", something that can't be explained

[etherealperrie]

The Chart (pt. 2)

"...she is not a mirror in which you reflect, she is of material substance..."

Shane Mccutcheon x OC (Original Character) | The L Word

Word Count: 2.3k

Contains: Queer OC | Reader is a PhD Student in LA | playboy era Shane Mccutcheon | "Solid" by MUNA inspired | Mentions of secondary L Word characters |

Warnings: explicit language, references to drinking/alcohol, and explicit sexual activity

...

There’s nothing worse than a hangover. Jules has handled dozens in her time, but all when she was much younger, more agile to bounce back. Nothing could’ve stopped her the morning after a night out in college – hell, she’d taken one of the most important finals of her life hungover and damn near aced it. But now, not even Tylenol is touching the pounding in her skull. 

Sighing, she drops her head into the cradle of her hands, running her fingers through her hair. Her ‘free for the weekend’ motto hadn’t considered that her more productive self made an appointment in the library archives at seven the next morning. She mumbles some half-hearted words of encouragement to herself before shifting in her seat and taking a deep breath. On the exhale she swipes the hair from her neck up into a mangled mess away from her eyes. There’s no one else here – everyone else is home properly recovering, or, maybe waking up with that stranger from the night before in their bed. 

Jules would much prefer that to this. On the circumstance that it might be Shane. She can’t quite shake the vision of her from her mind, having tossed and turned over her all night. Not to say Jules regrets leaving her at the bar, but she can’t stop imagining what it would have been like to stay. The heat of Shane’s fingerprints are burned into the skin around her hip, the taste of Marlboro reds somehow still on her lips. 

“Juliana?” A voice interrupts her daydreams. “Did you want me to get the next box down for you?”

An older woman from the archives stands in front of Jules, her hands perched on the desk for support. Jules shakes her head, clearing her throat. Right, the research. The whole reason she’s here in the first place. The project that quite literally drove her to drinking over the weekend. 

“Please.” 

The woman nods and turns on her heel back down to the front of the room, her skirt swishing with each step. Jules looks back to the papers sprawled across her desk. There are a few photos scattered about, one catching her attention. Picking it up carefully – by the edges as she was instructed prior to entering the archives – she squints to make out the image. 

There’s a blonde woman standing in front of what looks to be a whiteboard full of markings she can’t quite make out. The woman is smiling, obnoxiously big, her pixie cut sticking up in various directions. Jules chuckles, flipping the photo over, a caption scrawled in blue ink on the back. 

Alice Piezecki showcasing ‘The Chart’. Color. 2004.

She can’t stop herself from wondering about the context of the photo. More importantly, how did something this recent make it into the archives so quickly? It’s less than five years old. And into the box she specifically requested, labeled, “A Queer History of Los Angeles County”?. Though, most importantly, how did she not recognize this woman or whatever this chart was? Jules taps her fingers against the desk. It’s maybe not surprising, though, one could study queer history all their lives and never fully experience all its aspects. And Jules’ life has, quite literally, been here – in the California University School of Arts library – since she started her program four years ago. 

Jules flips the photo back over. She stares at the glossy paper, the unintelligible writing on the whiteboard coming to life. It’s a list of names. Well, not a list but a chart, all of the names connected to one another by lines of varying color. Some of the names are emphasized, bolded or circled, somehow noting their significance over others. Most of the names are unfamiliar to her, but Jules jots them all down in her notebook, underlining where appropriate. All of these women, tied together somehow. 

She continues down the line, her handwriting devolving to scrawl, the list impossibly long. Francesca, Marina, Max, Jenny…

Shane. 

Jules stops, her eyes lifting from the paper. A name she recognizes. A name both bolded, underlined, and circled. Her heart pounds in her chest although she’s sitting firmly in her chair. For a second she swears the library has transformed into the club, Shane’s dark eyes staring directly at her. The Chart. The women outside the bathroom. 

“Tell Shane to fuck you in the men’s room next time.” 

Jules laughs to herself. She was so drunk she thought those women were genuinely upset about her and Shane preventing their access to the bathroom. She turns her attention back to the chart, shaking her head with disbelief as she follows the myriad of lines connecting Shane’s name to what appeared to be hundreds of others. She may as well add her own now. She jots it down in her notebook. 

Jules. 

Part of her is angry, her face red with embarrassment. The other part of her can’t believe the discovery she’s just made. Something like this – the chart – would be integral to her dissertation. Before she’s able to make up her mind on her true feelings, the woman from the archives is calling her name from across the room, lifting the next box. Jules listens to the swooshing of her skirt as she approaches, breathing through her cacophony of emotions. 

“Here you go, dear,” she says, setting the box down onto the desk with a thud. “Can I do anything else for ya?” 

Jules smiles, lifting the photo up. “Yeah, could I get a copy of this?” 

…

Sunday morning. Sun streams in through the window, bathing the bedroom in a wash of yellow light. Cars honk on the street outside as dozens of locals make their morning commutes. Shane wakes to the light, crossing an arm over her eyes as she yawns. It’s bright. Too bright. She flips over onto back, knocking into something – no, someone – in her bed as she adjusts to her surroundings. 

The room is familiar, her own. 

“Fuck,” she groans. She made a rule a few months ago to go anywhere but back to her own place. It made things easier, much less messy – figuratively and literally. Shane wouldn’t have to worry about women getting attached and she could disappear without consequence. She’s always been good at that. 

“Well good morning,” the woman mumbles, turning to face Shane. She’s pretty, they always are. Her eyes are brown, doe-like, her chin-length red hair splayed out on the pillows, her bangs hanging just above her long, fluttering lashes. 

Shane smiles briefly before pushing herself up and out of the bed. She can’t linger here with this woman even if she might want to. Anyway, she couldn’t really remember where they met – The Planet? No, that was Thursday night. The club, maybe? A memory washes over her, being left in the bathroom stall by that nameless blonde. She needed to get off, to soothe her bruised ego? Maybe, but Shane wouldn’t admit that to anyone out loud. Rejection is uncomfortable, it doesn’t happen to her often. 

“Yeah, good morning,” Shane replies, crossing the room to slip on a t-shirt. She checks herself in the mirror, ruffling her hair until it settles in a way she likes. She turns back to the woman, whose name she couldn’t remember, who’s now sitting up in her bed, the covers slipping down her nude chest. God, Shane could easily give it all up and dive right back into those sheets. She bites the inside of her lip, holding herself to where she stands near the window. “I, uh, forgot I have a couple of clients to get to today.” It’s a lie. She plans on keeping the shop closed today, one of the perks to owning her own salon. In all honesty Shane doesn’t have any plans. 

“Oh.” The woman sighs, nodding. She’s clearly disappointed. Shane looks away when she rolls out from under the covers, fully nude, quickly dressing in her outfit from last night. When she sees the ‘Kit Porter’ branded t-shirt, it all comes flooding back. The alluring eyes that met her as she left the bathroom, the beckoning finger she gave this woman, and the way she could barely make out the road on the drive home, what with this woman all over her. Shane was shameless, she’d have fucked this woman right in the middle of the club, but she’d already been turned down once. Which is how they ended up here, in Shane’s room. 

“Do you need a ride?” Shane asks, raising an eyebrow. 

The woman shakes her head. “No, I’m good. I just, uh, here –” she bends over to pick her bag up off the floor, pulling out a pen. She pulls the cap off and closes the space between her and Shane in a few small steps. Shane chuckles, shaking her head, women never cease to amaze her. She loves them, loves this game of push and pull. I want you, but I’m going to hope you chase me. But Shane doesn’t chase, she doesn’t need to. 

She doesn’t object when the woman takes her hand and flips it over, writing a string of numbers on her palm. The woman smirks, rolling Shane’s hand into a fist and kissing it when she’s finished. “Call me, okay?” 

“Okay,” Shane replies, swerving when the woman comes in for a kiss. The woman laughs and pulls away. Shane watches as she saunters out of the room and out the front door. 

She wonders where she’ll go and if they’ll ever see each other again. Los Angeles, despite its size, is somehow incredibly small. She’d see her again, Shane knows it, and she hopes the woman won’t be upset when they run into one another months from now, when she realizes that Shane never called. 

It’s not her fault, it’s just the way Shane’s wired. 

She yawns, shrugging her shoulders, and swipes her phone from the dresser dialing a familiar number. 

“I can’t believe it!” Alice laughs, tossing her head back. 

Tina slides into the booth, her hands wrapped around a tall cappuccino. She raises an eyebrow, looking between Alice and Shane. 

“Believe what?” she asks. 

Helena leans in, reaching for an almond croissant sitting on the plate in the center of the table. The Planet is where the girls ‘break bread’, debriefing their nights and latest escapades. Though, sometimes, Shane would prefer to keep things a bit closer to her chest, especially the way they’ve blown up the incident of the night prior back at the club. 

“Shane was left high and dry at SheBar last night,” Helena says between bites.

Tina laughs. “Losing your power, Shane?” 

Shane shakes her head. “We were interrupted, she got spooked, no big deal.” She shrugs and sits back against the booth, sinking down into the leather seat. 

“Just admit it, Shane,” Alice pokes. “This girl had a moment of clarity and didn’t want to fuck you!” 

“What does it matter?” Bette interjects, lifting her arm from around Tina’s shoulders to interrupt. “It’s not like she went home alone.” A smile creeps onto Bette’s lips, feeling smug as she picks at the crumbs of a muffin. 

Shane shoots her a look. She was certain no one saw her leave with her redhead accomplice. Shane should’ve known nothing gets past Bette. She’s always been hyper observant. 

Alice scoffs, rolling her eyes in disbelief. “I’d say I’m surprised, but I should learn to expect nothing less from you, Shane.” 

Max looks up from his computer for the first time since they all gathered at the table. “Fuck, Shane, I just finished updating the site.” 

This elicits a confused look from the entire group, the taunts towards Shane finally ceasing. 

“The site?” Shane asks, thankful for the attention off of her for a few seconds. 

Alice and Max share a look. 

“I’m having Max put the chart online, you know, make it more…interactive.” 

“The chart?” Tina repeats. “The chart from your apartment?” 

“Our Chart,” Max clarifies. He flips his laptop around to showcase the website to the table. There’s a spindling web of lines connecting various names together. Everyone at the table recognizes their own names, following their own little universes of connection. Max taps on his own name to demonstrate, his cosmo filled with two lines, one to Jenny and another to a name Shane didn’t recognize. 

“Alice, this is ridiculous,” Bette says, directing Max back to the mainpage. “These are the intimate details of people’s sex lives.” 

“And they love it!” Alice defends. 

Shane leans back in her seat. It didn’t matter to her. She couldn’t really understand the obsession with the chart in the first place, when Alice first drafted it. She remembers being in her apartment the day Alice created it, snapping a photo of her. She remembers seeing her own name circled in red ink, her web taking up near half of the whiteboard. She didn’t care. Shane never makes it a point to keep track of her sexual conquests, she simply enjoys getting off when and where she can, with who she can. The human connection. The body of a woman – the way it feels, the way they taste, the warmth of skin against skin. 

“Listen, all I know is that we’ve got just over a thousand hits and the site has only been up for a couple of days.” 

“A thousand?” Helena echoes Max’s statement. He nods. 

“Well shit, Al,” Shane chuckles, taking a sip of her coffee. “To Our Chart.” She raises her glass and Alice smiles proudly, knocking their mugs together.

[r4mmst3in]

You Look Emo

Jared Leto x gn!reader

Warnings: cursing, reader wears makeup, EMO

“You look emo.” You sat next to Jared, who was sitting on the floor, bouncing a tennis ball. He stopped throwing the ball, turning to face you, “And you don’t?” He responded, his frown turning to a smile as soon as he looked at you. “Sure, but…a little less.” You scoot closer to him, your hands interlocking with his. “Don’t worry, though.” You leaned to whisper to him, his head also moving to hear you, “I love emo boys.” You smiled, dragging out the ‘s’ at the end of your sentence. He pulled his head away, staring at you for a moment before flipping his hair and pulling you in for a kiss. He smiled in the kiss, speaking softly, “Prove it?” He scoot, climbing on top of you, his hands tightly placed on your cheeks. You were more than happy to return the kiss, your hands roaming Jared’s body, eventually landing on his waist, your fingers wrapped around the hem of his black jeans. “Jared, can you come here?” You turned to the sound of his brother’s voice, saliva dripping down from your lips, “Uhm—Jared you should..Go see what’s up.” Jared pulled your head to face him, staring at your lips, “He can wait.” His went in for another kiss, you taking a breath before you returned it again. Your hands found his zipper, undoing it and then unbuttoning his jeans. “Jared, what the hell?!” Shannon marched down the hallway, stopping in front of you two, covering his eyes, “Holy shit, I’m so sorry!” He quickly turned around, running his hand through his hair. Jared jumped up and away from you, zipping up his pants in a rush, “H-Hey! Sorry..uh…what did you need?” He looked at his brother, then glancing towards you. Shannon turned his head, “Me and…the guys were uh…thinking of our next show its- just go back to…what you were doing…again..sorry dude..” Shannon spoke quickly, immediately running away once he finished speaking. Jared turned to look at you, “That was…bad.” You laughed, standing up and walking towards Jared, buttoning his pants, “You should go hear what they’re talking about.” You smiled, kissing him on the cheek, “We can continue later, emo boy.”

[pastelavender88]

Are you going to continue The Lies We Tell & The Secrets We Keep?

I plan on it but I honestly haven’t had the time. Also it didn’t get much engagement so it wasn’t a priority for me but I’ll try to get around to it as soon as I can.