I love love love your writing as always!!! let’s get spicy, do u write for sashea? 24/7/15
ive never read/wrote sashea so this was kind of a swing in the dark, but it’s also a 90s punk au which feels right
24. “What are you hiding?” / 7. Modern Historical (20th century) AU / 15. Trapped in a Room Together
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Sasha had been working at the bar for the better part of a year now. It was the type of environment she thrived in - a queer, punk bar in Brooklyn, one that people only knew about through word of mouth, allowing it to stay underground. That was probably why it surprised her when she saw a new face, and it had to be a new face - she would remember this girl without a doubt.
Shea sat down at the bar and smiled, giving her a casual once-over. “Can I get a seabreeze?” she asked, casually strumming her nails on the counter.
“You can get anything you want,” she retorted with just enough flirtation lacing her words. “Haven’t seen you around here, you got a name?”
“Shea,” she answered. “Just moved here from Chicago.”
Sasha nodded and handed her the cocktail. “So nice to meet you, Shea from Chicago.”
“Pleasure’s all mine. And I like your jacket,” Shea hummed, observing the variety of pins that adorned Sasha’s studded biker jacket.
The conversation continued to flow naturally between them, and before either of them knew it, it was the end of Sasha’s shift. “You wanna grab something to eat?” she offered.
Shea nodded. “I’m starving, actually,” she said, following the bartender into the back room so she could grab her things.
“Shit, where is it?” Sasha muttered as she rifled around.
“What are you hiding?” Shea joked.
Sasha didn’t answer at first, finally coming up with her bag. “Nothing, got it,” she exhaled in relief, then went to open the door. “Uh oh.”
“Uh oh? Don’t say uh oh.”
“I don’t know what to tell you then, the door’s jammed,” she grunted.
Shea’s eyes widened with concern. “Fuck, okay, what’re we going to do?” she asked, then began banging on the door before she got an answer.
“...I guess that’s the best option,” Sasha shrugged and joined her with the banging on the door.
But despite all the pounding on the door, no one came to their aide. With no better ideas, Sasha began fiddling with the doorknob, turning and pushing it every which way until it suddenly swung open and both of them nearly tumbled to the ground.
“You guys alright?” Sasha’s coworker, Peppermint, asked as she helped steady them.
“Did you not hear us banging on the door? The damn thing got jammed again,” Sasha huffed.
Peppermint shrugged. “I heard the banging. I just thought it was the type of banging you didn’t want interrupted.”
Sasha blushed, but Shea laughed and replied, “She hasn’t even bought me dinner yet, which is just where we were headed,” she said before the two of them made a quick exit.
2. Kameron Michaels + 8. Shea Couleé & O. Mafia AU
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Kameron let out a groan as she paced back and forth. “I don’t think you realize how important this meeting is.”
Brooke Lynn rolled her eyes. “Really? Because you’ve mentioned it about thirty-seven times since this morning,” she retorted flatly.
“I’m just stressed. If we get these guys as allies, we’re literally untouchable. It’ll change the whole game.”
“I know,” Brooke reminded her. “Who are you supposed to meet with anyway? Their leader? What do you know about them anyway?”
Kameron sighed. “Not much, just that they’re the kid of the original leader. So, you know, totally no pressure. I’m clearly just overreacting.” Her sarcastic commentary was interrupted by a knock on the door, and she was informed that the gang leader had arrived. “Well, here we go,” she exhaled, walking into the meeting room with her right-hand woman in tow.
Going into this blind, Kameron didn’t know what to expect out of the appearance of the gang leader, but she was definitely caught off guard by how gorgeous the woman sitting across the table from her was. She was immediately taken in by her face - strong features, warm but intense eyes, she was awestruck.
“You must be Kameron,” the woman’s voice brought her out of her trance. “I’m Shea, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” she greeted, motioning for her to sit down.
She did, clearing her throat and switching back into professional mode as quickly as she could. “The pleasure’s all mine,” she smoothly replied, and the conversation transitioned to business and it went off without a hitch, resulting in them agreeing to be allies.
Shea turned to her second in command. “Sasha, why don’t you and Brooke Lynn step outside for a moment and get acquainted? I just have a few final matters to discuss with Kameron.”
Both Sasha and Brooke seemed hesitant to leave - you just didn’t leave your leader alone. But they both gave the go ahead, so the two of them left.
“Now,” Shea redirected her attention back to Kameron, “let’s address the elephant in the room, shall we?”
Kameron furrowed her brows. “Go on.”
“I saw the way you looked at me when you walked in,” she said, a smirk playing on her lips. “Let’s just say the feeling is mutual, should you ever be interested…”
“Wha- oh,” Kameron blushed, but smiled. “I am definitely interested.”
you know whats about to happen 👀. Shea/Cracker with 57 Q?
57. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.” / Q. Stripper/Porn Star AU
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Brianna was very supportive of her girlfriend’s career. Shea was great at it, it brought in a hefty paycheck, and it allowed her to keep her night owl lifestyle, so she really had no place to complain.
But there were times when she would come in towards the end of her shift to take her home that made her stomach twist in knots. Watching Shea perform was beautiful and breathtaking, she just couldn’t stand the way men touched her, or the way she pretended to like it. So, she quickly weaved her way through the club to get to the dressing room.
“Do you want a cigarette? You seem tense,” Farrah, another one of the dancers offered.
“No, thank you, I’m fine. I just didn’t realize how early I was,” she explained, forcing out an awkward laugh that did little to convince the other girl that she was actually unbothered.
Farrah offered a sympathetic nod. “Well, she’s only got about five minutes left of her set.”
Brianna exhaled and nodded, then sat back upright. “Oh, before I forget, I got you something,” she reached into her oversized purse and pulled out a pink tumbler decorated with rhinestones. “Now, I expect you to keep this filled with water, okay? I don’t want to hear about you getting dehydrated again.”
“Okay, Mom,” she giggled and took the cup. “Thank you,” she added.
“You letting her babysit you again?” Shea asked with a laugh as she walked into the dressing room, then directed her attention to her girlfriend. “Hey, baby,” she greeted, walking over and kissing her sweetly.
“You say that as if she could stop me,” Brianna retorted as she pushed herself off the chair and onto her feet. “You wanna get changed before we go?”
Shea nodded and began changing into her street clothes. “You know you could hang out by the stage and watch me, right?”
She looked down and bit her lip. “I mean, yeah, I could… but I can’t really enjoy it with the, you know, audience participation.”
“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” the taller woman laughed. “You know it’s just business, baby.”
Brianna got up to help put away Shea’s stage outfit. “I’m not jealous,” she insisted. “I just worry that one of them might go too far.”
Shea chuckled and draped her arms around Brianna’s neck. “You don’t need to worry about that, okay? If anyone tried anything, you know I could kick their ass and make an example out of them real fast,” she assured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Besides, you’re still the only one I go to bed with every night.”
It did make her relax and smile, she did trust Shea implicitly. “You’re right. Come on, let’s go home.”
And as they walked back out, Brianna held her head up with pride. No matter what her conflicting feelings were, nothing changed the fact that she got to walk out with the hottest girl in the building every night.
2 & 9, fake dating au but one's a vampire and the others a werewolf
2 & 9 - Jan and Shea
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“I thought y’all couldn’t see yourselves in the mirror,” Shea remarked as she watched Jan get ready. “Like, I thought that was part of your whole shtick.”
Jan scoffed as she lined her lips. “They’ve been making mirrors with aluminum backing since the mid nineteenth century and were mainstream by the 1930s. If I had to go without looking at myself, I’d drive a stake through my own damn heart.”
Shea chuckled and leaned against the dresser. “I respect your priorities, but we are going to be late if you don’t pick up the pace a bit,” she warned.
“You can’t rush perfection, Shea.”
“I’m not. Hurry up.”
It didn’t take very long after that before they were out the door. The ball they were attending was one of the most prestigious ones in the supernatural community, one of the rare times that members from all different communities were invited. Jan and Shea saw an opportunity in this when they both received invitations.
One may consider it a power move, but they saw it as a chance to promote unity. They would go to the ball as a couple, using their high ranking positions to display themselves as a power couple. And when they walked in with linked arms, it seemed to be going well. Eyes were trained on them as they made their way into the grand ballroom, holding themselves with poise and elegance.
As with the other couples, they joined the waltz, staying in time with the beat. “Everything seems to be going as planned,” Shea observed.
“It’s not the most difficult task, I’ll admit,” Jan hummed, following as the taller woman led.
“Is that a come on?”
“Maybe later,” she winked.
Shea’s brows rose. “I must say, I’m surprised at you. Pleasantly so, but surprised nonetheless,” she replied. “Perhaps later we can… further flesh out the details of our ‘relationship’. You know, to come off as more believable.”
Jan smirked as well. “Sounds like a perfect plan to me.”
For most couples, going furniture shopping was very much a normal, mundane task. But with Jan’s scattered, high energy and Shea’s calm, focused demeanor, errands were as much of a journey as anything else.
“Right, so the first thing we’re looking for is–” She looked over and realized Jan was no longer right by his side, having wandered over to sit in an egg-shaped chair that could’ve resembled some sort of alien pod. “Bitch, am I gonna have to put you on a leash?”
Jan laughed softly as he got back up. “Kinky, I’m into it,” he teased as they started to walk through the showroom. “Don’t worry, I still have the paint swatch so we can match stuff to the wall,” he assured, taking out a light gray square from his pocket.
“I’m very proud of you,” he chuckled dryly as they stopped in front of the living room setups. “What do you think of the coffee table?”
He shrugged, walking over and tapping it lightly with his knuckles. “Sturdy.”
This time, Shea laughed softly. “Good, sturdy is important. Come on, I know how much you love to talk, give me more to work with.”
And Jan did finally decide to take it more seriously. “I could see it working, like, it’s cool looking, but we can still put stuff on it to decorate.”
Shea smiled and kissed his cheek. “There, now was that so hard?”
“It was painful and I’m dying,” he teased. “The only way to make it better is a slice of chocolate cake from the restaurant.”
He snorted. “How could I forget that I can’t take you anywhere on an empty stomach?” Shaking his head, he guided his boyfriend to the dining area to satisfy his sweet tooth and hopefully regain his focus. And he knew him well, knowing that once he got some sugar to satiate him, they’d be good to go.
And sure enough, Jan had his head in the game as soon as his plate was empty, and they managed to finish their shopping trip without a single argument.
How bout mizcoulee (:D) + envy (that’s the first word I could think of lol).
mizcoulee has such a nice ring to it
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“You have got to stop looking at them like that,” Monét said dryly. “Jealousy never helped anyone.”
Brianna huffed, brows knitting together. “First of all, I’m not jealous, I’m envious. Jealousy is when you have something but worry it might be taken away. Envy is when you want something someone else has. I’m envious of Shea’s girlfriend. Second of all…” She paused, then frowned. “I guess that’s it, actually.”
“You’re also pedantic as fuck,” she added with an eyeroll. “If you want them broken up so badly, you can always just tell her the truth.”
But Brianna sighed and shook her head. “I couldn’t do that to Shea. If she wants to tell her, that’d be another thing, but I’m not gonna push her to do that either.”
Monét exhaled deeply. “So what, you’re gonna sit around like a sad sack while you yearn after your fuck buddy?”
“I mean… yes?”
Her friend pinched the bridge of her nose. “You’re exhausting.”
How about 5, 12 and 17 volunteering for doing something nice? Idk, volunteering at a shelter, visiting old people in a retirement home, cleaning up after a concert or something like that?
ok so i decided to set this in the same universe as the other 5/12 one lol
“You can work with our other volunteers, they’re a nice couple about your age, I’m sure you’ll get along,” the woman in charge of the shelter led Shea down the hall to where Brooke Lynn and Kameron were brushing out two dogs with matted fur. “Brooke, Kam, this is Shea, she’s going to be working with you guys. If you need anything, just holler,” she said before going back into her office.
Shea smiled, sitting down with them and picking up the small dog that wandered over to her. “How long have you guys been here?” she asked, looking between the two.
“Couple months,” Brooke answered, casually looking her over as she continued brushing, then glanced over at Kameron, who seemed to be thinking the same thing. But they didn’t say anything yet.
Shea nodded, picking up a brush and taking care of the dog in her lap. “Did you guys meet here or…”
“We met at a dance class,” Kameron told her. “So we’re, you know, flexible.”
Brooke had turned to scold Kameron for coming on too strong, but she caught sight of Shea’s expression first. She seemed amused, intrigued even.
Shea bit back a smirk. “Huh. Good to know. Bit of a dancer myself, actually. But just for fun,” she explained. “So is there a special technique for brushing them when they have mats like this, or do you treat it like anything else?”
“You kind of want to go at it like this,” Brooke had finished with the dog she’d been brushing, so she moved to sit behind Shea, placing her hand on top and guiding her, resting her chin on her shoulder as she did.
An animal shelter wasn’t exactly the place one would expect sexual tension to develop in, but by the end of the shift, Shea realized two things - one, there were about six different dogs she wanted to adopt and she needed to bring it up with her roommate ASAP. The other was that she might also need to tell her roommate that she might be home late that night.
coincidentally, i got another prompt for the same numbers, so im combining them lol
13 & 17 - Evah Destruction and Shea Couleé
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There was no actual reason for baking cookies to be a two person job. But when the two people involved possessed culinary prowess that would give Gordon Ramsey heart palpitations, it was in their best interest to combine forces to at least try not to poison everyone at the upcoming dinner party.
“I don’t see why we can’t just buy something from the bakery and pass it off as our own,” Evah remarked as she carefully plucked pieces of shell from the bowl she cracked the eggs in.
Shea watched her, trying not to laugh. “Probably because nothing out of a bakery is going to be remotely believable as something either of us can make,” she replied. Granted, it was her fault for insisting that they ‘totally had it under control’ when their friends questioned if they really wanted to do this instead of, perhaps, just bringing a couple bottles of wine.
Evah rolled her eyes at her girlfriend. “I’m never letting you talk me into something like this again,” she mumbled as she poured the now shell-free eggs into the bowl.
“Oh, don’t be so cranky,” she cooed, playfully blowing a bit of flour into her face.
“Stop it!” Evah huffed, taking a pinch of flour and flicking it at her.
But that only made Shea laugh more as she tossed another small scoop of flour at her in continued retaliation. That, of course, escalated into a flour fight that resulted in their kitchen being almost completely covered in a layer of the white powder.
Shea couldn’t help but burst out in a new fit of laughter, but this time Evah did as well. “Okay, okay, maybe we should just go to the bakery,” Shea gave in. “It’ll take enough time just cleaning all of this shit up.”
Evah let out an audible sigh of relief. “I’ll get the paper towels.”
