#qbwips

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I'd let you ruin me, if only you wanted to.

Do you want to?

Will you ruin yourself and take me down—lift me up—with you?

"Anywhere?... I could ruin us."

i haven't done this in... a while, and this is less a real wip than it is an ongoing thing about my ocs that has no structure whatsoever, but i have been writing and i wanted to share i guess

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“You should stay.”

The words just kind of… come out.

They’d been planning on asking for a while now, so it’s not like they’re surprising themself or having any sort of revelation, but they hadn’t thought of doing it now. It’s drawn out of them, though, by how comfortable Anais looks, curled up on their couch scrolling through her phone. By how much they don’t want her to leave.

“What, like tonight? I’m already staying, dummy,” she says, with only the briefest glance up from her phone. And that’s a way out that Rieke would gladly have taken until not that long ago.

“No, like… stay. For good.”

thank you @dierosenrot for the tag! life has been life lately so i have barely written anything, but here is another snippet from the eva/morgan wip that i am definitely still working on

She could take a seat—on the bed, on the chair by the corner—but she doesn’t. She turns to face Morgan, who has perched herself on the dresser and is still looking at her with that unreadable, curious expression.

Eva purses her lips. Words are never easy, especially not with something like this. But resolve is not something she lacks.

“I’m still thinking about that kiss,” she says, without preamble, each word carefully formed and forced out. Jumping right into the fire.

Morgan doesn’t say anything, not yet, but her posture shifts. She tilts her head to the side (and if running her hand through her hair is one of Morgan’s gestures, this is one of Eva’s), and she leans forward from where she’s perched against the dresser.

“And I want to know if you are too,” Eva presses on, when no response seems to be coming.

“Sweetheart, you’re the only thing I think about these days.” She says it matter-of-factly, as though it shouldn’t be at all surprising. The same way she’s said similar things before. But it sends a jolt of feeling through Eva’s body. “Of course I’m thinking about the damn kiss.”

He wants her, he loves her, so much, and she is burning.

Same Morgan as always.

The same Morgan she’s spent months and months getting to know, that she trains with until she can’t stand upright, that she spends evenings with on the roof of the Warehouse, sitting in silence.

Just Morgan.

(Fucking gorgeous Morgan, Morgan who tastes like woodsmoke and who kisses like she’s a lifeline and whose skin felt soft and warm under Eva’s hands. That Morgan, too.)