#thank you so much 💕 i hope to continue working on these next parts soon!

[belovedstill]

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ !!!!!

hoot, hi!!!! thank you, those are many many hearts! i'm immediately thinking of the three next parts of "the new fan" aka the fic inspired by your precious art pieces. for many hearts, i'll try to ramble about a couple of things c:

i'm having so much fun making binghe be shen qingqiu's little dressing assistant, helping him coordinate his outfits and accessories, from the guan on his head to the boots on his feet, picking his fans for him and all! there's one specific fan binghe seems to favour (i wonder which one~) and shen qingqiu finds it cute and humors him every time. this part is still in shen qingqiu's pov but ahhh my fingers itch so much to write binghe's thoughts during these scenes! it has this snippet i'm amused by (i find shen qingqiu both relatable in it, and not):

The original Shen Qingqiu had to be a magpie! Decision fatigue, have you ever heard of it? Shen Qingqiu doesn’t want that many options, please and thank you! Overwhelmed with the number of fans and hair guans and ribbons, he grabs one of each at random, then turns to the bronze mirror to actually put them on— —only to freeze when he spots Luo Binghe standing in the doorway, fingers anxiously curled on the broom handle.

(more under the cut because this got longish 😌)

send me a ❤️️ for a wip-related ramble

parts 3 and 4 are in binghe's pov! i'm very happy of this decision because these come post-abyss. seeing shen qingqiu through luo binghe's eyes is something... and getting to write his thoughts being all over the place, full of memories and nostalgia and bittersweetness? so. good. it's in part 3, when binghe sees shen qingqiu again, that he realises he's no longer allowed any of the indulgence from his younger years 😭

Shen Qingqiu’s standing there, not as untouched by mortal affairs anymore. There’s dirt and dust and stench all around him, and Binghe spies some unevenness in his robes and in his hair. His fingers itch to smooth it out. He tightens his hand into a fist to stop the trembling.

part 4 may or may not be set post-canon 😌 it's not written yet, though

...and as a bonus i'll add one thing that's implied in the already posted first part but i'm not sure if people picked up on it. so shen qingqiu buys a jade pendant for binghe and binghe is very "!!!!!!!!" about it, right? poor overwhelmed thing, so happy and almost unable to believe that this is really happening, he's barely able to speak! but it's not just because shen qingqiu bought a gift for him and only him.

he bought him a jade pendant! or rather, he bought a jade pendant for binghe! right after the merchant advertised it to shen qingqiu as "(...) a jade pendant to gift to his beloved". shizun heard this, and among all the wares, he picked that pendant, and even put it around binghe's neck himself 😌

this won't cause any feelings to further blossom in binghe's heart, i'm sure... haha unlss...

[riiwrites]

Here’s a more spooky request. Maybe dazai has tried watching a horror movie to scare reader so they’ll lean towards him in the movie and he can comfort or hold them but his plan isn’t working because they love horror movies. I think that would be cute and funny. Thank you 💕

“the scariest thing.”

❥ pairing : dazai x reader

❥ genre : fluff

❥ warnings : none

❥ wc : 1k

❥ a/n : i loved writing this so much! although, i’m not a big fan of horror movies but I tried my best for describing some movie scenes.

Dazai greeted you with a sweet smile hidden with a little touch of mischief. He wrapped his arms around you as soon as you stepped through the door

"Ah~ my love, how was your day today?" He asks with such ease as if he’s let out a breath of relief he’s been holding in for a while.

"Hi darling." You replied, accepting his hug instantly when you wrap your arms around the back of his neck and rest your chin on his shoulder.

"Day was good, m’ drained though."

"Oh, you don’t say.."

He has that glint in his eyes as you pull away from his shoulder, raising an eyebrow

"What are you planning?"

"Nothing!"

"Osamu." His smirk only grows when your eyebrows furrow together and a slight pout appears on your lips. He admired that expression for a quick moment before chuckling, placing one hand on your back as he guides you towards the living room, revealing the surprisingly organised sight of blankets sprawled all over the couch, candles lit in the dimmed room and placed on the counter infront of the TV which the channel was switched to Netflix. Your slightly confused expression was suddenly replaced with a look full of surprise but adoration as you stared at the sight.

"Dazai, you did this for me..?"

"Why, of course. I knew your day was going to be rather long and more dreadful than usual, so I prepped you a little something." He smiles at your happy expression, walking over to the couch and taking a seat, patting the space next to him. You oblige obviously and rush over, plopping yourself down onto the blanket from underneath you and sitting on the opposite side of Dazai. He looks at you for a moment looking absolutely bewildered, shocked and almost betrayed.

"Not cuddling up to me after I’ve prepped you such a lovely surprise? I’m wounded!"

"Oh you’ll live!" You say with a smirk, he sighs playfully. "I certainly hope not."

"Osamu."

"Okay okay, sorry!"

Truth was he had already known you would sit on the complete opposite side of him, a big empty bit of distance between you two. He knew how after a draining day sometimes you liked to have your distance, and sometimes you preferred to cuddle up to him, which is why he had crafted the most mastermind plan of all.

"What do you feel like watching?" You ask, keeping your eyes glued to the screen as Dazai has the remote.

"Hm." A smirk adorns his face once again.

"How about a scary movie?"

You turn to him with a smile, being completely oblivious to his 'master plan' as you nod.

"Okay."

He huffs out a chuckle as he throws his head back against the couch, holding the remote in-front of the TV and clicking onto the search bar. 

Around 15 minutes of the movie pass by, and yet not a single reaction out of you. Dazai wasn’t really paying much attention to the movie, only the suspenseful and tension filled parts as he took quick glances at you to try and sense some sort of reaction out of you - but nothing. Dazai continued to stare intently at you, not only because of him trying to sense any sign of emotion, but just because he found you so lovely to stare at. You looked so beautiful when you focused intently on things.

Once Dazai turns his head back to the screen, a loud scream and figure appearing on the screen makes Dazai jump out of his skin, eyes going wide like tennis balls as he yelps.

"Fuck! Oh bella, it’s okay I’ll hold y-"

"Holy shit that was amazing!"

Dazais head quickly snaps to the side to see you - of all people laughing, at the sudden jumpscare.

"Y-you think this is funny..?"

You giggle at the screen as you reply.

"Yeah! The visuals are insane!"

You had the most precious smile on your face that Dazai was actually in shock of. He stared at you with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth as he processed what had just happened. Dazais plan, for the first time in his life - had backfired on him.

He turned away from you and continued to watch the movie, fearing to inject as he didn’t want to spoil your fun or enjoyment of the movie, although he didn’t quite understand how you could enjoy such things.

After nearing the movies end, you’re still smiling so peacefully, whilst Dazai on the other hand looked absolutely mortified and disgusted with what he had just watched. He had really expected you to be all jumpy and startled, him holding you close as you tremble in fear, not the other way around. He felt defeated to say the least - and very humbled. But seeing that sweet precious smile on your face was all the while worth it. You turn to him.

"Are you okay, love? You look rather..disturbed."

Dazai blinks for a few moments before smiling sweetly back at you.

"Yeah..I’m great, I just- didn’t really expect you to act like that."

"Oh! I’ve seen Possum more times than I can count. I love horror movies!"

He blinks a few times again, before looking down at the empty space on the couch

"Oh."

You tilt your head to the side, surprised to see your lover look so dumbfounded.

"What’s the matter?"

"Nothing, I just.." He starts.

"I thought if I got you to watch a scary movie with me then you’d possibly be startled enough to take up the space on the couch and cuddle up to me. But now I look like the fool who needs to be goddamn coddled!" He huffs and crosses his arms, eyebrows furrowing like a little kid. You giggle at his reasoning.

"I mean, I could cuddle you..-"

"Don’t even think about it. That’s my job damn it!"

You laugh, throwing your head back into the couch as you wipe some fake tears off your face.

"Oh my, I’ve outsmarted the Osamu Dazai! Please, how shall I be rewarded?"

"Oh stop it, I can’t take this anymore!!"

He places his hands on his head, shaking his head rapidly as he continues his tantrum, before eventually stopping and falling back into the couch, he sighs loudly.

"Well I’ve certainly been humbled."

You giggle at this, before crawling over to him and sitting on your knees in front of him. He perks up at this and raises an eyebrow as he stares at you.

"What?"

You tilt your head to the side with a cute smile.

"We can pretend I don’t like horror movies.."

He stares blankly for a moment at your suggestion, both eyebrows now raised and his eyes open wide.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He smirks, before grabbing you by your waist and pulling you into his side, you squeal.

"Shhh, it’s okay, I’m here." He says, caressing your hair gently as you snicker

"Seriously?"

"Shhhh, it wasn’t real, only visuals.."

"You sure you’re not just telling yourself that?"

"Let me have my moment, sweetheart."

He smiles as he places a gentle kiss on your cheek, you smile and rest your head against his side, peaceful silence fills the room as the two of you are tangled in utter bliss with one another.

"Okay but seriously, I really need to keep close to you tonight." Dazai says. "Im not having any puppets or massive spiders come through any bags or windows tonight."

"Pfft, yeah okay."

"What? I’m being serious, that was the scariest thing ever Y/N!!" He whines, pressing his cheek against the top of your head, rubbing your arm gently.

Sure, his plan may have failed - and it turned out he was the one who actually needed taken care of. But he got his main goal - you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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For a summer activity, how about Billy and you in battle of the water guns. It would give Billy a chance to do things he never got to do as a kid. 🩶🩷

My dear sweet Katherine,

Thank you so much for participating in my summer sleepover, for reading my fics and for being such a good friend to me. I love you to pieces and I hope you like what I did. I wasn’t exactly sure if you just wanted a moodboard or a fic so I just did both for you. I hope you like it! 💜

Splish Splash

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Couple of swear words, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, smooches

Word Count: 1.1K-ish

Summary: You surprise Billy at work and help each other cool off with something fun.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The walk through the park to get to his office wasn’t necessary but you couldn’t resist on a day like today. The fluffy white clouds were latched to a sky that seemed unending and behind those cotton-like clouds, the early afternoon sky was the brightest of blues.

You could feel the sweat gathering at your hairline and at the back of your neck and beads of perspiration slowly trickled down your chest and disappeared behind the V in your crisp white t-shirt.

You wanted to surprise your boyfriend Billy with something fun.

Briefly, you glanced down into your purse to make sure you had packed them. You couldn’t help yourself when you saw those cheap little plastic water pistols in the window of the toy shop on your way home from work last night. This will be a fun surprise for Billy.

You pictured his childlike smile, the smile that would don his face every time he was able to do something he never got to do as a kid. His childhood and innocence taken from him so abruptly, forcing him to grow up when he wasn’t ready to and to constantly look over his shoulder is something no child should ever have to go through.

And there was nothing you wouldn’t do to help him cope with that.

With each long stride along the sidewalk path was a step closer to getting to see that perfect Billy Russo smile which made your heart soar and flutter with excitement.

Fresh cut blades of grass looked soft as silk and the myriad of scents from the summer flowers floated through the air above their petals which were as soft as satin. The sweet aroma of the summer air was the work of the honeybees that were dancing from flower to flower and they continued to hum at a very low frequency, almost hypnotizing you as you walked.

On their break, construction workers wiped the sweat from their brow as they hid under the trees to escape the heat. Park benches lined with well-dressed people, eating their lunches and letting the sun kiss the high points of their faces before they had to go back to work.

You were getting close to Anvil so you texted Frank. You had given him a heads up about what you planned on doing when Billy was finished with his meeting with Homeland Security.

Please tell me he’s not back yet.

You texted.

Frank’s reply came quickly.

Not yet, kid. You got time and one of those water guns better be for me.

He said with a laughing emoji next to it.

Of course I have one for you too! Be there soon!

Outside Billy’s office was a small table for papers and forms that needed his signature but today there was only one piece of paper that read…

“Choose your weapon, soldier. XO”

And you left three water guns on top of the paper, already filled and ready to go.

You waited patiently under his desk for him to walk through the door. His voice carried into his office, complaining to others about the heat, and to not disturb him until after lunch.

Grabbing the door handle, you heard him pause as he read the piece of paper on the table and if you knew Billy at all, you knew he would take two of the three water guns, leaving one behind for Frank’s taking.

The office door opened slowly but only a little bit, you knew he was sweeping the room for you. Then you heard his firm silvery voice.

“You in here, sweet girl? Come out, come out, wherever you are, my love. I know you’re here somewhere.” He said.

You could tell he was smiling.

Carefully and slowly, you pushed the chair away from the desk and peeked above the large wooden desk plane. You took a blind shot in his direction and hit him in the hand with a stream of water.

Not wanting him to get too close so you would be trapped under the desk, you popped out from under the desk and started shooting but so did he. Every shot he took, he hit you somewhere.

The ice cold water actually felt refreshing as it splashed against your warm skin. Billy’s dress shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his arms were outstretched as he continued to shoot in your direction.

Suddenly, Billy felt cold water hit him in the back.

“Ah, SHIT!” He exclaimed.

Frank had a wide grin stretched across his mouth as he yelled out, “You shoulda been watchin’ your six, Bill!”

And he let out a laugh.

Billy had two guns so he could shoot at you and Frank at the same time.

“Billy Russo, I knew you would take two of them!” You said with a laugh.

And there it was, that childlike smile you had waited all morning to see, it finally happened. Water from your pistol hit him in the face and water from Frank’s left water marks on his dress shirt.

“Well, I’m outta ammo and I gotta get back to work. You two kids have fun.” Said Frank, shutting the door behind him.

With your arms outstretched, you aimed your water gun at Billy.

“Hands up, lieutenant.” You said with a sly smile.

Raising his hands, Billy let the water guns dangle from his forefingers by the triggers.

“Two against one is hardly fair, baby.” He said with a devilish grin.

You started to walk toward him.

“But you had two guns, handsome.” You stated.

Still smiling, he hung his head in defeat.

“You’re not wrong, beautiful. How ‘bout you come claim your prize.” Said Billy, playfully.

You both dropped your water guns on the floor as he cupped your cheeks and claimed your lips like it had been weeks since he had seen you last.

The bristles of his beard gently scraped against your soft cheeks as his tongue parted your lips, gaining access to your mouth so it could entangle with yours. Smiling against your mouth, his kisses were hungry as they moved up and down the sides of your neck.

“Y/n, my love, you always seem to know exactly what I need at the right time, don’t you.” He said. “Thank you, sweet girl.”

Billy never talked a lot about his childhood. He hated it, made him angry, but out of everyone, he chose to talk about it with you.

“You’re welcome, Billy.” You replied, along with a gentle kiss on his cheek.

The bad memories had been replaced with good ones, like today, and they’re memories he’ll never forget. You strived to give Billy the experiences he missed out on when he was young. In your eyes, he’ll always be good enough and he never failed to thank you every single day for telling him that.

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[zepskies]

Hi Zep!! Question time! Apologies in advance for the multiple questions, apparently my sleep deprived brain was on a roll 😂 Are you working on anything fun or have any ideas you’d be okay sharing, kind of like a work in progress? Any more plans to write for Russell again (or maybe once Tracker is back on)? Have you ever thought about doing a crossover type of fic with multiple characters from different shows interacting (ex. Dean and Soldier Boy)? Do you have any Dean headcanons? Or about any or your favorite characters? 👀 Happy answering! 💕

Hey, Michelle! Ooh don't apologize, these are awesome questions! Though I hope you got some rest last night. 😂

Coming Soon: Dream With Me

I actually am working on a 3-part story for the Midnight Espresso-verse (Dean Winchester x Reader) that will start posting next week! It's called Dream With Me, and will be set in 15x20... If you want to learn more about it, here's the announcement with the summary and sneak preview!

More Russell Shaw? (Tracker)

Actually yes, I have considered writing another one-shot for Russell Shaw that would be like an epilogue for Every Second Counts. Or maybe just another one-shot that lives in that world, if you guys still want to read more about those two after I drop Part 5 later today!

Coming Soon? WIP Ideas:

I also have a few ideas that I've been kicking around in my head, or even partially outlined, but haven't fully written yet. Honestly, I'm not sure which one to tackle first. Maybe you can help me with that. 😘

Here they are:

"Don't You Forget About Me" - (Dean x Reader) Basically a retelling of 4x13 "After School Special," but with a Breakfast Club twist. 😜

Beau Arlen one-shot in the Take Me Home-verse. Premise: "Self-defense lesson" lol.

Or a more angsty hurt/comfort shot in the TMH-verse. Premise: "A snapshot of Beau's lingering PTSD from Randy's death."

Yet another Break Me Down (Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader) one-shot, this one set after Calculated Risks. I've gotten several requests to both continue on what happens after that story, but also to tell the story of the reader and Ben's wedding lol. So the premise would be: "At your son's first birthday, with your family and friends present, you and Ben find yourselves reminiscing about the chaotic day of your wedding."

Do you like the sound of any of these?

Crossover Stories:

You know, I've never been a crossover person for some reason. I think my brain likes the compartments of worlds and characters kept within themselves, unless it makes sense to crossover. For example, I couldn't see SPN world crossing over with The Boys world. The "rules" of each are just so different lol. But I have read one or two crossover stories I enjoyed.

Dean Winchester Headcanons:

Do I have Dean headcanons? Oh, yes. Yes I do. 😂

They all live in my Dean Winchester Imagines/Headcanons masterlist, but they're also structured like vignettes that feature Beau Arlen and Soldier Boy as well.

All of these have been requests (**Notes 18+ only):

Headcanon:** How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would react to seeing your breast reduction scars. ❤️‍🩹

Headcanon: How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would make up for pissing you off. 😤

Headcanon:** How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would react to you teasing him under the table. 😉

Headcanon: How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would react to you getting “morning” sickness during pregnancy. 🤢

Headcanon: Personality types Castiel, Sam, and Dean would be attracted to. ⭐

If you have a headcanon prompt for me, whether in "quasi-narrative" form like these^ or as just my headcanon thoughts, I'd be happy to brainstorm one up for you. 😉 I haven't done one of those in a while.

Thank you so much for these questions, my friend! I hope these ideas and headcanons spark your interest. 💕

[angelicsjn]

welcome to the family joshuaaa! Also with all these talks of promiscuous reader (luv u for that babe) can we get the ocs with a reader who tries to smash and pass them the next morning? Like she treats them like a hookup? Thank youuu 💕

YOUR SEVEN YANDERES.

— ROMAN CORNELIUS JAMES BEAUREGARD.

Roman wouldn't really care. He's the one yandere that would actually be your fuck buddy and treats the visits like a smash and dash, so if you acted that way, he'd simply return the favour.

If slowly over time he grows more attached to you, if those yandere tendencies build up, he will begin to view the sexual relationship differently.

He'd grow jealous and pretty much talk you into staying while still masking his emotions. He wants you to stay, but not because he loves you. Totally not that...

— LATEN REED.

Laten is honestly used to people like that. It's actually sad.

His whole life, he's been treated like some sort of doll. Fun until they throw him aside for something else.

So he wouldn't really even think any different than usual — even if he does stalk you, he sees it as 'at least I have some part of them'.

He will try. He will make an effort to make you stay. To see you on public in a none sexual setting to get close to you in other ways, and if that doesn't work he'll give up and continue the way you like it.

He'll just hope you'll change your mind and sit with him during breaks and make the effort he once did for you.

— JAE 'NIKO' LEE.

Due to his need for a secret life from being an idol, he loves the idea of a non-serious fuck buddy. His life restricts him from anything serious, so a quick fix is the next best thing.

As he grows comfortable in your presence, the more controlling he will become, its slow. So slow you don't even notice it.

You'll stay back for a bit longer. Usually, you leave pretty much right after. Then you're on his bed for extra time sharing food and speaking about next day plans.

He loves your sexual nature, the fun of it. Even though he's slowly setting his chains on you, he gives you fun elsewhere.

Doing things that are daring, in the back of dimly lit clubs, in the dressing room before a performance. You name it.

— KAIDAN ALEXANDER WOLFE.

Since our Kaidan is a certified delusional.

He doesn't even notice the truth. He truly believes you love him even after you leave right after.

You say 'I love you' as you reach the peak? He will play that in his head for a month straight and obsess over the fact you said it.

If you notice how delusional he is, you can even use it to your advantage.. to play with him.

He's so obsessed and stupid he would do literally anything and you can turn him into your bitch like its nothing. Sometimes you don't even need to touch him.

— HAYDEN WEST.

Poor baby. He's not built for this treatment.

He's the perfect person to 'use', he's shy. Sweet. Like a puppy, and if you hold the leash, he will follow you. Even if it upsets him.

He hates feeling used. He hates seeing you leave. He hates how you never look at him and how you've only let him kiss you once.

He wants more. He needs it.

After a while, he will break down and pretty much beg for something more, even if it's only small. Five more minutes with you. For you to stay the night sometimes.

Your reaction is up to you, though...

— JOSHUA WHITE.

The possibility of this with Joshua is very slim.

Even while obsessed, God is #1.

He's a 'only if I know you, trust you, and love you' type of person.

So I don't think he'd ever become a smash and dash victim, unless you try REALLY hard to make him like you, make him trust you, all just for a fuck.

You'd need to fake it, manipulate this man, and if you succeed and leave soon after..

This poor baby will internalise it. Wasn't he good enough? It was his first time, he knows he wouldn't be the best. But was he that bad?

— BLAKE CROSS.

Blake doesn't care about stuff like that. He's used to those types of dynamics because it makes his life easier — no attachments.

But, over time, he does grow connected, obviously. Actually, he becomes obsessed. He also becomes possessive.

You can smash and dash him any time, as long as it's only him that you're fucking with.

He starts to make more effort, having food, maybe going out some places together. He shows a different side to him, and it's weird to see him wearing clothes, really.

[idrellegames]

Wayfarer Dev Log 2023.03.06

Hi friends!

It’s been a while since my last proper update in January. I am recovered from illness and mostly back to normal; with the days getting longer and actually having sunlight now, it’s easier to stay focused than it was in the winter. A lot of developments have happened in the interim, so I’m hoping this dev log will serve to get you caught up on things I’ve been keeping under wraps until now.

✦ New Blog Reveal

My blog’s desktop theme has been redesigned and updated! Huge thank you to @ethereal-themes for taking this on, I am in love with the new look.

Desktop theme

About

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FAQ

Character Roster (updated with Episode 2 characters + sortable, including by romance type)

These pages cannot be viewed in the tumblr mobile app, but they can be viewed by inputting the link into your mobile browser. Mobile versions of the updated FAQ information and tag list are forthcoming.

Many thanks to @memaidraws for my new blog portrait of Alexia. 💕

Additionally, I am no longer tracking the tag "wayfarer" for community content. The tag has become overrun with bots that makes it very difficult to filter. If you've created something you'd like me to see, please use the "wayfarer if" tag or tag my blog!

✦ The Public Build

A new patch should be coming sometime in March to fix lingering bugs and issues in Episode 2. This patch will require a full restart of the game. Once it releases, you should not use old saves otherwise you may encounter continuity errors and bugs in later episodes.

✦ The Alpha Build

Work on the next alpha update is progressing. I am still writing slower than I usually do, but I am coming up on the end of a major branch. There should be a new alpha release later in March that will cover one half of Episode 3 Part 1.

Even though not all possible routes will be included, the update will add over 300,000 words of new playable content to the game.

✦ Development Changes

Until recently, Wayfarer was planned to be a free game. This is no longer the case. Though I am not ready to announce the full details yet, the game will be eventually be moving to a free demo + paid full game model later in its development cycle.

Act 1 (which includes the Prologue and Episodes 1-3) will remain free to play. Future pricing for non-Patreon early access to later episodes while the game is in development is TBD.

Because this change impacts some behind-the-scenes things, I am need to gauge how much of Wayfarer’s playerbase plays the game on their phone versus a computer.

If you would like to help me out, check out this poll here and let me know what device you regularly play on!

✦ Wayfarer 2023 Pin-Up Calendar

The Wayfarer Calendar is now closed! A huge thank you to our contributing artists and everyone who donated. Altogether, we raised $1094.54 USD. These proceeds were donated today to the Astraea Lesbian Foundation for Justice.

I am so honoured that the calendar was a huge hit. On behalf of our organizers, I would like to thank everyone for their passion and excitement for this project. It’s too soon to announce whether we will do something like this again for next year, but there may be another calendar on the horizon…

If you’ve enjoyed Wayfarer, used my tutorials, or would like to support my work, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons receive access to the alpha build, a private Discord server, exclusive previews, bonus content, side stories, and other benefits.

(Please note that if you are pledging solely for access to the alpha build, the alpha and the public build currently contain the same content.)

Wayfarer is a passion project and creating it is a full-time commitment. Any little bit goes a long way to help me bring it to fruition.

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[tolietpaperdreams]

HYSTERIA CHAPTER 3

You’ll be happy to know that I'm a liar 🫶🏻

Got a little carried away, and Hysteria is now going to be four parts! How exciting, hope everyone likes angst cause this chapter is FULL of it.

Thank you for reading as always love ya 💕

New couples always seemed to have the habit of not being able to keep their hands off of each other. Bret and Shawn were no exception to that. Bret specifically, found a libido that he thought he’d lost.

He was enamored with Shawn’s body, every reaction and noise the blonde made to his touches drove him wild. If he wasn’t thinking about work, he was thinking about the next position he could put Shawn in.

At first, no one else seemed to notice or care that Bret and Shawn would sneak off to the supply closet or how neither of them wanted to go out and party after a show, instead rushing back to the hotel room to celebrate by themselves.

Everything was fine until Scott came into the locker room one day pissed about how he couldn't sleep the night before.

“I swear to god man, all I could hear was ‘Ohhh don't stop Bret!! Your dick is so big!! Keep fucking me oohhhh my gooood!!’” Scott mocked Shawn’s voice as high-pitched and girlie, but he got the point across.

Bret wasn't as comfortable talking about his sex life in front of the others as Shawn was. He didn't seem to care at all if he was getting made fun of by his friends, but maybe that was just how comfortable they all were with each other. Just sitting there listening to Scott describe in detail everything he heard made Bret’s face feel hot.

He hadn't even told Owen, Jim, or Davey what had been going on yet. It was obvious that Owen had his suspicions, his little brother knew him better than most and could tell there was a reason that Bret didn't seem as miserable. Jim and Davey on the other hand were sort of bitter that Bret hadn't been hanging around as much, only showing up when they were working or traveling. It had only been a few weeks, but he still felt bad about the distance.

“I’ve walked into the showers and Bret’s tongue has been all the way down Shawn’s asshole, and you're complaining about some moaning?” Kevin retorted, shivering at the memory.

Bret felt the color drain from his face. That was not something he had planned on reliving anytime soon. It was an accident. Sort of.

After a particularly fun house show one night, Bret was feeling a little adventurous. He'd never tried it before and Shawn wasn't going to say no to something that felt good. Kevin just walked into the showers at a horrible time.

The act itself was fantastic, it was just Kevin’s screams of horror that made Bret’s skin crawl at the memory. He still took Shawn back to the hotel that night and finished the job.

“Okay okay,” Shawn said chuckling and waving his hands in surrender, “That's enough about my asshole.”

Bret let out a sigh of relief.

“But it’s such a hot topic around here lately,” Hunter added conveniently as he walked into the locker room.

“You’d know wouldn't you?” Kid nodded in Hunter’s direction.

Bret really hoped that was a joke because the last thing he needed was to suddenly start acting jealous around Shawn’s friends. He liked Hunter and thought he was a good guy with a level head on his shoulders, but Bret didn't share very well.

Shawn must have sensed the quick shift in Bret’s demeanor so he reached over and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, “They’re stupid.”

Squeezing back, Bret returned the smile. He trusted Shawn and his friends weren't bad, maybe a little immature for his taste, but they had each other’s backs.

“No, but I would know what your mom’s looks like,” Hunter jabbed back, earning a punch on his shoulder from Kid.

Hunter laughed and rubbed his shoulder before continuing, “Anyways, the boss wants to see you two,” he pointed in Bret and Shawn’s direction.

Kevin broke the long silence that followed, “That can't be good.”

***

The time had come. Bret knew it was coming eventually, but he’d spent so much time shoving it into the back of his brain with everything else going on that it hadn't been a major factor up until now.

Bret would drop the belt to Shawn.

It wasn't because he had done anything wrong; he'd been the champion for months. It was Shawn’s turn to be at the top, it was as simple as that. Bret had put other performers over plenty of times, he wasn't a sore loser, but for some reason, hearing it out loud from the boss made his gut drop.

They walked out of Vince’s office in silence. Shawn didn't seem to have a reaction; maybe he was too scared to show Bret how he was feeling about it.

“I think I should um…” Bret stopped, he didn't know what the next move was, “I think I need to talk to Owen.”

“Good idea,” Shawn kept his tone neutral, but his face was dejected.

Bret didn't have the guts to meet his eyes, “I’ll see you tonight.”

There was an uncomfortable silence that lasted far too long. Bret should say something, he should congratulate Shawn on this, but his own feelings about dropping the belt swelled up. He leaned in and gave Shawn a quick kiss before walking away, leaving the blonde standing in the hall.

It was a horrible thing to do, leaving Shawn standing there, but he wasn't sure what else to do. He owed him an apology, but first, he had to see Owen and fill his brother in on the situation. There was no one else he could talk to.

When Bret found Owen back at the hotel, he didn’t hesitate to spill everything he had been holding back. He told Owen about Shawn, their newly budding romance, dropping the belt, his mixed feelings about it, and feeling terrible about being distant. It was like he word-vomited trying to get his point across, not letting Owen get a word in.

“I don't know if I can do this,” Bret was sitting on the couch in Owen’s room as he raved about his predicament.

He could hardly believe he was coming to his youngest brother for a problem like this, but Owen had a family. In a way, his brother was more emotionally mature than him.

“So you’re fucking Shawn?” Owen asked, ignoring every other part of Bret’s tirade.

Exhaling through his nose, Bret gave his brother a look, “Yes, Owen.”

“Davey owes me twenty bucks.”

“You guys bet on this?” Bret scoffed.

“Jim did too, but he was on my side,” Owen said nonchalantly.

“Owen!”

“Sorry,” His brother shrugged, “Are you using protection?”

“Jesus Christ dude, I can't knock him up,” He regretted his decision to talk already.

“I know but- y’know,” Owen raised a brow.

Bret was quick to defend, “I don't like what you're implying.”

“I’m not implying anything!” Owen held his hands up in surrender, “I don't know how guys do ‘stuff.’”

Bret could feel his head begin to throb, “Owen, I didn't come here to tell you about my sex life.”

“I mean you kinda did.”

He was starting to think that he deserved this torment from his little brother.

“Whatever, that's not what I meant,” Bret exhaled again, wanting to start the conversation over, “The belt. What should I do?”

The answer was right there. Drop the belt. Shawn deserved it, he worked his ass off to prove himself in the company so what was the problem? Was he just selfish? He’d run off from Shawn in the hallway like he was diseased; he couldn’t imagine what the blonde was even thinking right now.

“Drop the belt,” Owen said without hesitation.

“It’s not that simple,” Bret shook his head, eyes locked on the floor.

“You said it wasn’t that simple about having feelings for Shawn too but it literally was. So now is the first test of the relationship, are you willing to give up the title for him?”

“That’s the problem,” Bret sighed and moved his gaze to his little brother, “I don’t know if I am.”

Owen didn’t say anything for a moment; like he was considering his words very carefully.

“Then maybe you’re not ready to be with him.”

It was a gut punch. It hurt more than it should have, which is how Bret knew it might be the truth. He didn’t want to break up with Shawn, they were still in the process of getting to know each other in the romantic sense. It was still the beginning, and for the first time in his life, Bret didn’t feel so alone.

He had thought he was ready for a relationship the moment they kissed, but was it all in his head? They moved so fast that Bret had mentally left the belt in the dust. It was the thing that he had worked tirelessly for, for decades. And in the end, the excitement of the new relationship would fade, wouldn’t it? Shawn would probably get bored and move on, but just the thought of that made Bret sick to his stomach.

Shawn was undoubtedly one of the greatest things to happen to him, but was it too good to be true?

***

That night at the hotel, Bret was still distant and stand-offish. Shawn offered him a spot to go to dinner with the guys but he declined, he told the blonde to go enjoy himself and that he deserved it. It was the closest thing he’d given Shawn to a ‘congratulations.’

He thought about going to make amends with Jim and Davey, but Owen told him he would pass word to them after their talk.

So that left Bret to sit and stare at the ceiling. He could go work out, but his head wasn’t in it. He missed Shawn and wanted to hold him and apologize for being weird about this, but he saw the look on Shawn’s face when he told him he didn’t feel like eating out.

He noticed the way that Shawn clenched his jaw and the sadness in his eyes. God, he was such a jerk. A selfish jerk. Shawn was the type, despite his good looks and cocky attitude, that needed some reassurance now and then. Bret had a lot to think about, but he shouldn’t tear Shawn down in the process.

An idea popped into his head after a while. He would go down the street to a little corner store and get Shawn some flowers. Or a card. Anything to show the blonde that he was happy for him and sorry for acting funny.

Half an hour later, he did exactly that. Bret had no idea what he was doing as he stood around and stared at all the different options. Roses were too corny, but Lilies didn’t scream ‘Shawn’ to him. He was the opposite of a kid in a candy store, whatever that would be.

“Can I help you?” A tiny old woman asked from behind the counter.

That social awkwardness that always caused Bret’s throat to close up when he talked to new people reared its ugly head, “Uh, I don’t- I’m not sure- “ He took a second and cleared his throat, “Yes, I need some help.”

“Well, what’s the occasion?” She moved from behind the counter over to Bret.

The old lady was over a foot shorter than him but for some reason, he was the one that lacked confidence. He was very out of his element.

“I need to apologize to my- to someone,” Bret gave the lady an unsure look.

“Not very good with words, are you, sweetheart?” The lady gave him a gentle pat on the arm.

He shook his head in response, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Well that's quite alright, you’re in the right place,” She grabbed a small bouquet of some flowers he didn’t recognize.

“Orchids, dear,” She looked them over for impurities, “They symbolize strength and unity, a very resilient flower.”

That’s exactly what he needed.

“How much?”

***

Back at the hotel, Bret paced back and forth as he waited for Shawn to come back. The old lady at the shop gave him a deal on the flowers and told him that everything would be alright. It was like she read his body language to a tee.

He wasn’t one for trusting strangers much, but she seemed nice enough. Hopefully, Orchids would do the trick.

Yelling down the hallway snapped Bret out of his thoughts. He could recognize that voice in a heartbeat; Shawn was always loud with his friends and he didn’t much care whenever someone filed a noise complaint in a hotel or somewhere else.

Holding the flowers behind his back, Bret waited for the door to unlock and to greet Shawn with a much better attitude. But the door never unlocked, instead, he was met with loud banging on the door and a much different voice.

“Bret! Get out here!”

Hunter’s voice. Of course, it was Hunter, it was always him. Bret quickly shoved the flowers into a nightstand drawer and moved to answer the door.

As soon as he opened it, he was met with a very pissed-off Hunter, but no Shawn.

He raised a brow, immediately confused, “Did you lose him or something? I thought I just heard his voice.”

“No, he went to my room,” Hunter said with no amusement.

A spike of jealousy ran down his spine, but she shoved it down.

“Why?” Bret knew this was leading nowhere good.

“Because,” Hunter continued, “Shawn spent the entire dinner ‘boohooing’ about how you started to give him the cold shoulder after you met with Vince today.”

Bret tried, but was interrupted, “I can explain-“

“You don’t need to. The moment it came time for you to put someone else above yourself, you flaked,” Hunter was not open to hearing Bret out.

It was personal now; because it wasn’t that Hunter was irritated about Bret being too dumb to see the signals that Shawn was sending, but now it was about how Bret hard hurt Shawn. It clearly didn’t sit well with the younger man.

“Just let me talk to him,” Bret did his best to keep his cool, this could all be explained. He would tell Shawn that he was sorry and that he was stupid to even second-guess anything.

Hunter huffed, ”You guys are adults, you can talk to him all you want, but I doubt he’ll listen.”

“Why are you even here?” Bret scoffed, the ability to stay calm was suddenly fleeting.

Shawn had run off to another man’s bedroom, and Bret was the one getting a lecture. It was almost comical.

”Because I was trying to give you a heads up, dickhead. Shawn’s not exactly-“

Before Hunter could finish, there was a loud crash from down the hall. A glass bottle shattered outside the door of Hunter’s room.

“Hitman!” Shawn yelled, emerging into the hallway. He was angry and intoxicated.

Bret’s gut dropped, there was no dealing with Shawn when he was like this. It wasn’t the Shawn he’d gotten to know behind closed doors; the one that loved to watch the TV on low volume because he secretly craved the quiet or the one that woke Bret up with sweet kisses all over his face just because he wanted to. No, this was the Heartbreak Kid. The showboat and antagonist.

He couldn't think of anything to do; he hadn't dealt with Shawn when he was like this. This was the first time it was his problem, at least. Bret gave Hunter a pleading look, but he knew that ultimately, Shawn was his to handle now.

“Shawn, you should keep it down,” Bret suggested.

It wasn’t a command; he just didn’t want to deal with a noise complaint while also managing to get Shawn to calm down.

”Oh, so now you can tell me what to do?” Shawn slurred as he made his way over to them, “I don’t think so, champ. Or should I say soon-to-be ‘former’ champ?”

The jab hit its mark. Bret knew he couldn’t take anything that Shawn said at the moment seriously, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt.

”Just come inside so we can go to bed,” he urged, putting a hand on Shawn’s shoulder.

”Don’t touch me,” The blonde mumbled and half-assedly jerked away, “You hate me.”

”I don’t hate you, Shawn. We can talk about this in the morning,” Bret moved more into the hallway so he could steer Shawn in the right direction.

He jerked away again from Bret’s touch, this time weakly swatting his arm, “He hates me,” he said again towards Hunter.

”Shawn you need to go to bed,” Was all Hunter added.

”Fine,” Shawn grumpily pointed at Bret, “But I’m not going with you.”

Bret shook his head. That was not acceptable. Shawn was drunk and needed to be taken care of, and it was Bret’s job to do so. Maybe there were some ground rules they needed to set because Bret was not comfortable with Shawn sleeping in another man’s room. Even if it was just to sleep.

“Honey-” Bret tried, but Shawn butt in.

“Don’t ‘honey’ me, you jerk,” Shawn drunkenly shoved a finger into Bret’s chest, “I just said you don't get to tell me what to do.”

“It’ll shut him up if you just let him come with me,” Hunter added.

It wasn't that Bret didn’t trust Hunter, but this situation was just not ideal. He was failing at being a good partner; he couldn't even get Shawn to sleep in the same room with him.

“No, I'm sleeping out here,” Shawn crossed his arms, like an angry child.

“You're not sleeping in the hallway!” Both Bret and Hunter said at the same time.

Bret didn’t see another option at this point, he needed to set his feelings aside. At last, he relented.

”Okay fine, take him to yours,” He sighed and gave Hunter a look, both of them knowing that just taking Shawn to Hunter’s room till he passed out was probably the easiest option, “Just get some water into him if you can.”

“Not my first time,” Hunter shrugged as he turned a pouty Shawn away and led him to his room.

Once they were gone, Bret went back inside and sat on the bed. He pulled the Orchids out from the drawer and stroked a purple petal with his thumb. Everything had gone so much worse than he thought.

***

Bret left the hotel door unlocked in case Shawn decided to come wandering back into their room in the night, but he hadn’t shown.

The Orchids were now moved into a makeshift vase made out of the paper coffee cups that the hotel had lying around.

Hopefully, after the catastrophe that was last night, Shawn would hear him out. Bret knew he was wrong in his initial reaction to dropping the belt, but he was doing his best to fix it. Owen’s words rang through his head. Maybe you’re not ready to be with him. That couldn’t be right. Owen didn’t know what he was talking about.

That morning, Bret saw that Shawn’s stuff was still in the room, so there was hope. He got up and got dressed for the gym. They had to hit the road at noon, but there was still plenty of time. He would hit the hotel gym and hope that Shawn was in the room when he came back. He left the orchids out as a peace offering.

The sight of Shawn sitting on the bed when came back from his workout startled him. Evidently, the blonde was a little worse for wear. His long hair was unkempt and he looked exhausted, but that's what alcohol did.

“Hey,” Bret offered gently, entering the room and tossing his gym bag on the nearby couch.

Shawn looked up from where his chin was resting on his hands, “Hey.”

“You feeling okay?” He wanted to approach the blonde but was hesitant.

“Yeah I'm- I'm fine,” Shawn answered softly, remorse in his voice.

They sat in silence for a moment before Bret finally made a move. He walked over to Shawn and grabbed his hand, urging him to stand. Neither said anything as Bret pulled Shawn into a hug. The blonde melted in his arms, burying his face into Bret’s neck.

This was the Shawn he knew. The one that was secretly needy and wanted comfort. They did have to talk about everything but for the moment, Bret was content to stand there and hold Shawn till he was ready to talk. It was a hiccup. Relationships had hiccups, didn't they?

Bret pressed a kiss into Shawn’s hair and gave a reassuring squeeze around his waist. They stayed like that for a while longer before Shawn broke the silence.

“Was that our first fight?” His voice was slightly muffled from where he dug his face into the crook of Bret’s neck.

He let out a small laugh in response, “No way.”

“Our first one as a…” Shawn stood up straight and pointed a finger back and forth between them, “Whatever we’re calling this.”

“Well,” Bret still held onto Shawn’s hand as they both sat down on the edge of the bed, “What do you want to call it?”

He wasn't expecting the bombshell that Shawn hit him with.

“I know what I want to call this, but I don't think you do,” Shawn said, remorsefully.

Bret didn't fully understand what Shawn was getting at. There was a lot they had to discuss, but he thought they were eventually going to get the hang of this.

“What do you mean?” Bret asked, thumb stroking over Shawn’s knuckles, much like he did with the flower petal the night prior.

“I know what I want, Bret,” Shawn said directly.

“Well, I’m willing to give you whatever you want,” Bret added.

Shawn shook his head and sighed, “You’re not listening.”

“What?”

“You’re not hearing what I'm saying,” Shawn squeezed Bret’s hand for emphasis, “What do you want?”

“What I want doesn't matter-”

“Are we just going to sit here and pretend that yesterday didn't happen? That the moment we found out about the title change you didn’t become a different person?” Shawn explained as he took his hand away from Bret’s.

“You wouldn't even talk to me, let alone tell me how you were feeling,” Shawn continued, “You want the easy answer, the quickest fix, and that's not going to work.”

The remnants of Shawn’s touch almost stung. Bret wanted it back, wanted all the fighting to stop. Maybe he did only want the easy way out.

“I got overwhelmed and I'm sorry,” Bret reached for the blonde’s hand again but was met with him pulling away, “It was just a lot to take in at the time, I'm fine now. I wouldn't want to drop the belt to anyone else.”

Maybe you're not ready to be with him. Those stupid words haunted Bret’s thoughts again. Putting doubts into every little thing he said.

“It’s not about the belt, Bret,” He could see the frustration rise on Shawn’s face, “It’s about the fact that I feel like I don't even know you.”

Bret stood, suddenly irritated, “You spent the last three months trying to piss me off every chance you got, but I have to take a little time to think about a giant career change, and all the sudden ‘you don't know me?’”

“You don't think I deserve it,” Shawn stood and got in his face, “You just want to give me what I want so I’ll shut up.”

“Don’t tell me what I think,” Bret’s tone darkened, “And don’t act like you're totally innocent in this.”

“What are you talking about?” Shawn huffed.

“I’m starting to wonder if I need to be concerned about Hunter,” Bret accused as he met Shawn’s glare.

The shock on Shawn’s face was apparent, “Excuse me?”

“You slept in his room last night, why don't you tell me all about your sleepover with your ‘best friend?’ Bret knew he was reaching, but he was looking for any sort of ground to stand on.

Shawn’s tone softened, hurt by Bret’s accusation, “Don’t talk about Hunter that way.”

“Oh, so I do need to be concerned?” Bret was losing his senses; he was never good at losing an argument.

“You don’t know shit about the things Hunter and I have been through together,” The blonde shook his head, “To even think…”

Bret quickly realized he had gone too far, “Shawn, you're right, I shouldn't have-”

“Call me when you're ‘ready to be with me,’” Shawn said dismissively and turned to grab his things.

“Who did- how-” Bret wanted to claw his own skin off.

“You think I wasn't gonna talk to your brother after you disappeared all day?” Shawn tossed his bag over his shoulder and walked past Bret.

“Shawn wait- that's not-” Bret turned to plead with the other man.

Shawn stopped by the table where the Orchids sat in their poor excuse for a vase.

He gently touched a petal and sighed, “I’m sorry about last night, but I can't handle the thought of being with someone who's unsure about being with me.”

***

Bret drove the five hours to the next show alone. It gave him a lot of time to think, but of course, the only person on his mind was Shawn. How in that last moment before Shawn left the room, he saw the blonde reach for the Orchids but left them sitting there in the end. The sudden spike of hope shot down.

There was no anger at Shawn; only sadness. Bret had let him down. And he didn't know how or when, but he’d have to fix it. For real this time.

It was late afternoon when he arrived at the arena for the next house show. He thought about looking for Shawn or the guys but he knew that if he showed his face around Hunter, Scott, Kevin, or even Kid it was no use. They were Shawn’s friends first.

Which left Bret to find Owen, Davey, and Jim backstage. Sudden anger boiled in his gut once he laid eyes on his little brother. He felt betrayed.

“Fucking asshole,” He dropped his bag and charged after Owen, pushing him into the wall, “Do you have any fucking idea what you've done?”

“What’s your problem?” Owen pushed back, but Bret had a grip on his t-shirt.

Jim and Davey moved in to separate the two, but Bret held tight.

“You had to tell him everything, didn't you?” Bret was seething.

“I was being honest, dickhead. Get off of me!” Owen gripped onto Bret’s wrists, trying to push him back.

Bret wouldn't hit his brother. He knew he wouldn't, but that didn't mean he wouldn't teach Owen a lesson.

The force of Jim, Davey, and Owen together finally forced Bret to let go and he was pushed back, hard.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jim looked between the brothers, shocked at what he was seeing.

“You just wanted me to lie to him?” Owen questioned, ignoring what Jim was saying.

“You piece of shit, you told him I wasn't ready,” Bret’s voice cracked, anger and sadness all mixing together to create something much worse.

Davey and Jim were obviously confused but didn't interject.

“All I did was tell him what I got out of the conversation,” Owen snapped back, “Sorry for trying to save feelings.”

“You didn't save any feelings, Owen!” Bret didn't realize there were tears in his eyes until it was too late, “He left.”

“Who left, what’s going on?” Davey interjected.

“This is on you, Bret. I did what anyone else would have done,” Owen spat unapologetically.

It was too late, Bret was too overwhelmed. The frustrated tears fell down his face and he couldn't stop them. He was embarrassed and desperate to blame someone even though he knew Owen was right. The tears weren't there if he didn't acknowledge them, but Davey and Jim were already giving him sympathetic looks.

The belt, Shawn, how he’d been treating his friends and brother lately, it was all too much. He was made to handle the pressure; he was built to take hit after hit, but this time it all came crashing down.

Bret broke down and cried.

In such a short amount of time, he’d gained everything he’d ever wanted and still managed to mess it all up. His career was important to him but the belt would come and go, that’s how the beast operated.

In his few hours of doubt, Bret had managed to make Shawn feel like their relationship was one-sided. That all Bret cared about was some stupid belt, and not supporting or caring for his partner. God, he was such an idiot.

“What have I done?” Bret shoved the palms of his hands into his eyes, desperate to stop the tears. He couldn't be seen like this, his friends couldn’t see him lose control. He didn’t cry, he’d never cry.

“Hey man, it’s alright,” Jim put a hand on his shoulder, “Whatever it is, it’s gonna be okay.”

Bret continued to viciously wipe at the tears but they just kept coming. He couldn’t stop them. Even Owen didn’t seem angry anymore as he came over to comfort him.

Bret shook his head, “You guys shouldn’t have to deal with this.”

“Oh shut up,” Davey rolled his eyes, but there was a tenderness in his voice, “Yes we do.”

Where would he even begin to explain what was going on? Owen knew, but he didn’t know the events of last night or this morning. How both he and Shawn had said regrettable things, but Bret was the one who had done the most damage.

Owen made Bret look at him; he knew his eyes were red and puffy but his brother kept his gaze.

“Bret, Shawn never said anything about wanting to leave you,” Owen said as gently as he could, “He just wants you to be sure.”

“This is about Shawn?” Jim asked, still frustrated at being left out of the loop.

“I’ll explain in a minute,” Bret forced out, still doing everything could to try to push his emotions down, to no avail.

“Shawn told me everything, Bret. He doesn’t care about the belt, he’s hurt because he wants the real deal with you and he thinks you don't,” Owen explained.

Why wouldn’t Shawn just tell him that himself? He stewed on it for a moment, but then remembered how good he was at expressing his feelings and knew he had no standing. Wouldn't Hunter have said something? But then again, maybe he was just trying to protect his friend.

“I’m sorry for everything,” Bret’s voice sounded weak and he hated it, but the thought of Shawn wanting nothing to do with him was so much worse.

Owen pulled him into a hug, “You don't have to be perfect to deserve love, Bret.”

Such a simple statement, but he didn't know if he could believe it.

[violettduchess]

Hello Violet🥺💖 This is my first time requesting to you, so I hope this is the right way

May I ask for Cyran + rainy days + 🌧? Thank you very much🥺💕 (feel free to ignore if this has been requested!)

A/N: here you are lovely @thewitchofbooks 💜

Cyran x reader, a continuation from his Kiss fic (Italics are excerpts from this fic)

WC: 682

The rain continues to fall, water droplets sliding down the window pane like fallen teardrops, obscuring the view outside of Cyran’s window. He sits at the wooden desk, in the small room above the armory that serves as his office. His red hair is still damp, despite the vigorous rubbing he gave it, the soft towel still hanging around his broad, bare shoulders. The candle on his desk does its best to fight the gray gloom, soft orange-yellow light falling across the parchment where the names of all new recruits are listed in his own neat handwriting. He should be organizing them into regiments, assigning them to the more experienced officers. It’s a task that should take hours, one that should keep him focused. But the thunderstorm in his mind, the one filled with the bright lightning of your kisses, the thunder of your sighs, will not quiet. Eventually he lays his silver-feathered quill down, his head now in his hands.

And then you’re running back towards him and his long legs are swallowing the distance between you until you meet like a clap of thunder, falling into one another’s arms. 

He should have turned away, he should have torn his gaze away from the sight of you rushing towards him, surrender in your eyes. You are Belle, tasked with the important job of choosing the next ruler. You can afford no distractions. Especially not from the likes of him.

And yet he gave in, as unable to resist your pull as the ocean could the moon, and you fell into his arms like a star loosened from the sky, fit there so perfectly, felt so damn good.

A low groan escapes him as he reaches for the tumbler with its small volume of burnt amber liquid. The whiskey may be cheap but maybe...maybe it will get the job done. It burns as it goes down, but even if he were to walk through hellfire itself, he knows deep down nothing could burn away the memory of your kiss.

His kiss is devouring, determined to leave no part of you untasted. He steals your breath, swallows your gasps, drinks from your lips. Over and over he kisses you until your legs shake and your blood is a river of fire in your veins. Soon your mouth is not enough. He needs more. His lips scavenge your cheeks, your jawline, and then lower, following the line of your neck. Everywhere he kisses you burns and the raindrops that land there in his wake feel cold as ice. 

The rain is forlorn as it continues to tap against the window, whispering at him that he is a fool. A fool for losing himself in your lips, the taste of your hot, slick skin mingled with cold rain. A fool for loving the rough pull of your fingers in his crimson hair, the restless feel of your hands over the wet linen of his tunic, the grip of your hand on his muscled arms. 

A fool for leaving you there, dazed with the force of what just happened, your kiss-swollen lips parting as the word “Wait….” slipped past a throat tight with water-logged emotion. 

That croaked word, that whisper on the wind, has buried itself in his heart, the points of it digging in like barbed wire, tearing at him just a little more every time it replays itself in his mind. 

The tumbler is now empty. The rain endless. Cyran pushes himself away from his desk with a growl, knowing that any attempt to work will be a fruitless endeavor. Best to head back to his quarters where he knows a sleepless night is licking its chops, waiting for him.

He snatches up his sodden tunic, flings open the heavy wooden door with the strength of his frustration……

….only to find you there, cheeks damp with rain or tears or both, your hand raised, hovering in the air as if searching for the courage to actually knock.

His heart lurches in his chest…that foolish, hopeful creature with bloody wings.

Before he can move a muscle, before a word can even form, you have found your mettle.

“We need to talk.”

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Part Four: Star Pupil

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He walked towards the open door of your room, smiling gently as the same smell that lingered on your clothing filled his nostrils - heavy floral notes accompanied by something more savory…sandalwood, maybe? He’d considered asking you what perfume you wore when you were awake, but quickly shook his head to remove the thought. What a weird thing to ask. 

🌹 warnings: alcohol consumption, negative self talk/subconscious insecurity, events occuring whilst asleep (being tucked in, nothing nefarious!), love interests are a lil dumb dumb

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The last time Felix was this nervous was the day he’d told his family he was moving away. 

The familiarity of the bar did little to nothing for the butterflies overtaking his stomach as he skimmed the groups of people for the woman of his dreams. 

He heard her before he saw her, the laugh he was so accustomed to hearing from across the bar cutting through the chatter of the other patrons instantly bringing a smile to his lips. 

That was, until he remembered he actually needed to speak with her. 

The smile was soon replaced with a slight frown, brows pulling together as he debated just walking back out to the truck and calling it a night - he made it this far, that’s good enough. Right? 

He could already picture your disapproving scowl and the shake of your head as you chastised him for giving up so quickly. The thought of disappointing you gave him courage, somehow, as he straightened his back and took a deep breath. 

As luck would have it, there was an empty seat on the barstool directly next to Ryujin. Luckier yet, she didn’t seem bothered by Felix’s taking it - he honestly wasn’t even sure if she’d noticed his presence. 

She held her hand up and caught the attention of the barkeep on duty, politely requesting a refill of her drink. Within a few minutes, a new glass of the yellow-pink ombré was set on a fresh coaster in front of her. 

“Maui Sunset?” Felix asked, using his knowledge of drinks to his advantage in an attempt to jump start conversation. 

She turned to him with wide eyes, smiling politely before nodding. Felix returned the gesture, gulping hard as though to keep the aforementioned butterflies from escaping through his lips before raising a hand himself - ordering the same. 

She cocked her head at this, watching as the bartender set an identical beverage in front of Felix. He took a sip, glancing towards her out of the corner of his eye before chuckling. 

“What? Is it really so strange?” 

“I mean, no, I—“ she cut herself off, sipping at her own beverage before continuing, “I’m just not used to seeing a man so unconcerned with ordering a —“ she stopped suddenly again, flushing slightly as she looked down. 

“Girly drink?” Felix offered, smirking innocently at her nervous expression. She nodded again, giving an apologetic upturn of her lips as he kept speaking, “I used to be self-conscious, y’know.” 

“Oh?” She questioned, turning her body towards him as she grew more interested in the man she hadn’t bothered to remember the name of before. 

“Mhm,” he continued after another sip, “My friends would tease me - still do, actually!” 

“Doesn’t it bother you?” she asked, tilting her head to the side after mimicking his action. 

“Used to,” he admitted sheepishly, stirring his drink with the black plastic stir-stick, blending the hues into a vibrant orange.

“What changed?” she was hooked now, leaning forward into her hand - elbow on the counter - as she hung on every word. 

“I figured that it’s not my problem that they’ve got some weird vendetta against sweet things,” he said with a shrug, feigning indifference despite the way his heart raced at her newfound proximity, “Not my fault that I like myself enough not to pretend to like the other things.” 

Ryujin threw her head back and laughed, “I actually feel the same!” Her face still held the mirth of her outburst, in the form of a grin, as she explained, “My friends will always order shots when they wanna celebrate, but I hate the way tequila tastes. They tease me for opting out,” she took another drink, watching Felix carefully as he took in each word, “But I’d rather spend my money and time with something I enjoy.”

Felix’s heart lurched in his chest as she smiled at him, hope filling the deepest crevices of his mind as he finished off his drink, “I’m really glad you agree. You seem really nice,” he admitted, anxious enough that he may as well have confessed. 

“So do you,” she agreed, still giving him a sweet smile. 

“I hate to cut this short, but I only had time for one drink before heading out,” Felix spoke genuinely, feeling guilty for having such a joyful moment while you waited alone in the car. 

“Aw, really?” Ryujin pouted, lower lip jutting out sending a jolt straight into Felix’s heart, “I was hoping to talk more! You’re different, I think.” 

“If you’d like - it’s fine if not -“ he inserted the second bit as an assurance, doing his best to come off as the sweet man he truly was, “ - I could give you my number?” 

Ryujin nodded quickly, pulling out her phone and handing it to Felix - who did an excellent job at containing the giant smile he could feel twitching at the corners of his lips as he handed it back to her. 

“Felix, huh?” she murmured, meeting his eyes once more as she gave him a final smile, “I’m Ryujin.” 

Felix, of course, knew this. But he grinned brightly in response, giving a sweet, “Pleasure to meet you,” before walking towards the exit - allowing his excitement to show the second the door closed behind him. 

You’d just begun to consider catching a nap when a bouncing head of blonde illuminated under the neon caught your attention. Judging by the smile on the attached face, you found it easy to assume that it went well. 

As Felix climbed into the driver’s seat of the truck, the expectant glimmer in his eyes made you ask him anyways. 

“So, how was it?”

As soon as you’d asked, he lit up. Nearly wiggling in his seat as he spoke, he reminded you of an excited schoolgirl being asked to the prom. 

He explained from start to finish, including how nervous he was to approach at all. When he told you about relating to her by choice of drink, you couldn’t help the swell of pride in your chest. He’d found his opening, without you guiding him. 

“She seemed to really want me to stick around, y/n!” he beamed. 

“You should offer classes, your advice really works!” he gushed.

“The execution was just as important, Felix,” you deadpanned, “I may be an okay teacher, but you’re a star pupil!” 

“Really?” His eyes were on the road, but sparkling nonetheless as he received your praise. 

“Really,” you affirmed, unable to contain your own grin at the sight of his contagious smile. 

“I was so nervous,” he admitted, chewing on his lower lip, “I still kind of am. What if she doesn’t get back to me? And then she sees that I’m a bartender and feels awkward? And then she’ll think I’m a creep and then —“ 

“Felix,” you interrupted, cocking a brow as he simply continued, drumming his fingers anxiously on the center console. 

“She’s gonna avoid the bar at all costs and, oh god, what if I messed up and ruined my chances? I knew I should’ve had you come in with me —“ the speed of his fingertips accelerated as he spiraled into his own doubt - though you could’ve felt annoyed, you instead found yourself wishing you could pull him from his mind. 

“Felix!” 

“I always end up having done something irritating when I think everything’s fine, she probably thinks I’m just weird and annoying and—“

“Lixie…” you placed your hand on top of his, ceasing the soft thumps alongside his ramblings. He gave a sideways glance towards you, panic evident despite the brevity of the eye contact, “You did just fine. You’re fine. Breathe.”

And he did. As felt his hand relax beneath yours, you gave it a reassuring squeeze. His long exhale did wonders for the worry you had for him. 

It was difficult for you, seeing him upset. Unnatural, really, to watch someone so full of sunshine and love be shrouded in stormclouds. 

Now content that he wouldn’t continue his self-depreciating tangent, you pulled your hand back - suddenly self-conscious at how easily it came for you to offer him such an intimate comfort after such a short time. 

He was just so comfortable and easygoing, it came so naturally to ground him into reality however you could. Still, though, the awkwardness you helped Felix get away from seemed to take residence in your own mind. 

“I’m sorry—“ you’d started, ready to try to explain why you’d even consider doing what you had. 

“Thank you—“ he said at the same time, genuine gratitude thickening his tone with emotion. 

“Thank you?” you peered at his profile, watching as the streetlights briefly illuminated his features before he faded back into the dark. 

“Well, yeah,” he spoke as though it should be the most obvious reaction, “Sometimes my mind gets away from me, y’know?” 

You hummed, understanding completely how it felt to be aware of your own contributions to your fears but completely helpless to stop it. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak again, still feeling uncomfortable with yourself despite his thanks. 

The cab of the truck was peaceful, quiet but not disconcertingly so, with tire treads against concrete providing a stable white-noise that encouraged the wandering of your mind. Felix had said it was fine, even having seemed to be thankful for your affectionate touch, so why did your cheeks stay flushed with embarrassment? You huffed quietly, both irritated and resigned, before pressing the side of your head against the cool window in an attempt to fight off the lingering warmth in your cheeks. 

Felix flicked on the radio, singing along softly - and an octave deeper - to the pop song that played, seemingly content to settle into the wordless drive with you. It didn’t feel unpleasant to share the quiet - rather than discomfort, the silence itself was tranquil. You quickly found your eyelids drooping as you listened to Felix’s voice, fighting with every fiber of your being to stay awake. 

The warm glow of streetlights passing you by grew fuzzier, Felix's voice further away, and the flush of your cheeks all but disappeared as sleep crept it's way into your bones.

Jisung’s familiar grin brought a matching one to Felix’s features as the former exited your apartment building, spotting the truck easily and making a beeline towards it. Felix had noticed your lack of consciousness as he parked, the peaceful look on your face making him immediately feel guilty at the thought of rousing you from sleep. 

He wasn’t sure that he’d ever seen you look so completely unbothered, each worry line of your face ceasing to exist while you slept. Your lips were slightly parted, typical frown nowhere to be seen as your steady, rhythmic breathing became audible only at the cut of the truck’s engine. He’d reached out to touch your shoulder, hoping to wake you but stopping short at the soft sigh of content you produced whilst curling further into yourself.

He absolutely could not be the one to interrupt that. 

He’d shot a quick text to Jisung, having gotten his number from you after being too nervous to ask following the near-brawl of their meeting, snapping a photo of your sleeping frame to send along with a straightforward, ‘help.’

Luckily, Jisung had been waiting at the apartment for your return. He’d laughed upon seeing the text, staring at the photo of your sleeping face with a mixture of affection and humor. He supposed he should’ve warned Felix about the effect car-rides seemed to have on you - but, then again, he wouldn’t have this absolute gold-mine of teasing material now if he had. 

Felix got out of the driver’s seat and met with him outside of your door, catching a glimpse of your peaceful face through the slightly-fogged glass bringing a sweet look into his eyes. He’d grown quite fond of you in your short time together. He’d almost begun to feel a sense of responsibility for you; for your safety, for your happiness - for you, in general. 

Jisung greeted him warmly, giving one of those hugs that men seemed to think was somehow more macho than just embracing the other - with hands clasped in a prolonged high-five between them and a chaste pat on the back before releasing contact. 

“She’s really out, huh?” he chuckled, peering past Felix to your sleeping face.

“Yeah,” Felix agreed, turning to look towards you as well, “I swear, she was awake one second –”

“And completely zonked the next?” Jisung laughed, reaching for the door. As he pulled it open, your body slumped towards the now-open space you’d once been resting your weight against.

“Shit!” Felix hissed, lurching forward as he watched gravity betray your body in slow-motion. The image his mind conjured of you colliding with the concrete made his chest ache, the mere concept of harm befalling you making him feel as though he could burst into tears.

Without taking the time to think, Felix ducked down, opening the arm closest to you as panic brought a bile to his throat. The fear kept his heart racing, even as your cheek made contact with his shoulder, though his sigh of relief would keep anyone from knowing. He stood slowly, raising you from what had to be an uncomfortable angle to your previously assumed position - save for your head, which now rested in the crook of his neck rather than against the window of his truck - and shot Jisung a half-serious glare. 

“Fuck, that was stupid, huh?” he asked, a nervous laugh covering the actual shame he felt for almost busting your face. Felix didn’t justify that with a response, knowing - or, at least, hoping - that Han wouldn’t have purposefully done something to hurt you. That didn’t stop him from feeling just a tinge of anger towards him, though.

“No harm done,” Felix whispered, giving him a nod before turning back to your frame. The blonde was much stronger than he looked, linking his free arm under your leg to pull you completely from the cab. You stirred slightly, murmuring something completely unintelligible in a breathy, sleep filled tone as Felix kicked the door shut behind him. 

“You got her?” Han asked, obviously surprised by the strength of the man before him. Felix gave him a nod before jerking his chin towards the door to the complex.

“Mhm, can you get the door?” Felix had wanted to say something snide, commenting on the irony of his concern after nearly introducing you to the pavement. Han gave a thumbs up before jogging back to the door - Felix in tow with you cradled in his arms, passing by him through the newly opened door. 

Han squeezed past the two of you in the narrow entryway, climbing the steps with the occasional glance back to ensure Felix wasn’t experiencing a struggle with your dead-weighted sleeping figure. To his surprise, Felix seemed completely unbothered, climbing the steps with the speed of someone unencumbered by another person’s body. 

They made it to your door in silence, save for your occasional nonsensical mumble. Han held the door open wide, stepping aside to allow Felix as much ease as possible to get you inside. The latter held your head closer, exercising extreme caution so as not to wake you up with a doorframe to the skull, side-stepping into the apartment with Han close behind. 

“Where’s her room?” he aired his question with his hand still gently supporting the back of your head, looking up towards Han to notice which direction he pointed in, “Thanks.” 

He walked towards the open door of your room, smiling gently as the same smell that lingered on your clothing filled his nostrils - heavy floral notes accompanied by something more savory…sandalwood, maybe? He’d considered asking you what perfume you wore when you were awake, but quickly shook his head to remove the thought. What a weird thing to ask. 

Your bed being unmade was a stroke of luck, giving Felix a much easier future of getting you tucked under the covers. He approached the side of the mattress, placing your legs down first before leaning down with you to prevent any sudden jolt pulling you from dreamland. With painstakingly careful movements, he slid his hand out from under your hair and went to pull away. 

He was nearly completely removed from you when your fist clenched around the collar of his shirt, tightening with a desperation he hadn’t once seen from you. He turned to look at your face, wondering if you’d woken up and were upset that he’d entered your room without asking, only for you to still be unconscious. The furrow between your brows had returned, though - and your lips had pulled downwards into a frown, lower lip trembling slightly. 

“What did I do..?” you mumbled, sleepiness weighing down what otherwise would’ve been a heart-wrenching whine. Felix tilted his head as he knelt at the edge of your bed, cautiously lifting a hand to brush a few strands of hair from your face. His mind raced as he wondered what was plaguing your dreams, chest aching as he realized that your peaceful rest was being plagued by worry. 

“What?” he asked softly, just in case you were conscious enough to need a reply, “What could you have done wrong?” his words came out sweeter than candy, his eyes never once leaving your face - searching for any inkling of consciousness. 

“I tried…” you whispered, head lolling to the side, “Tried my best…”

“I’m sure you did…” he assured, confusion evident in the upwards lilt of his voice. He moved his hand back from your face as he leaned down to pull off your shoes, only to be stopped by the grip you still held on his shirt. 

“Sorry…not enough…I can be more…” these phrases trailed off into silence, leaving more questions than answers in their wake as your grip relaxed on his collar, leading him to hope the worst was over. He felt his heart break a little at the sight of your mournful expression, breaths coming quicker as your head thrashed in the opposite direction. 

“You’re more than enough, y/n,” his voice was thick as he fought tears of his own, wondering who or what had ever made you feel the need to apologize for feeling less than what you were, “I promise.” 

He moved away for a moment to finally remove your shoes, setting them on the floor next to the bed before pulling the comforter over your shoulders. He placed his hand on your covered back and, feeling your muscles relax under the well-intentioned touch, began to rub small circles between your shoulderblades. Your breathing slowed, the affectionate motion driving away the negative thoughts your subconscious had dragged into your dreams, bringing Felix a wave of relief. 

As soon as he was content that you were no longer in distress, his hand fell back to his side. He stood, grabbing your shoes to place by the entrance as he made his way to the hallway - pausing in the doorframe to send you one last glassy-eyed glance. 

“You really are, y’know,” he spoke softly, watching the rise and fall of your breathing from beneath the blankets, “More than enough.”

With that, he pulled your door shut behind him and said his goodbyes to Jisung. It wasn’t until he was back in his truck that he allowed his emotions to swell. A single tear fell from his eye as he recalled the pain in your eyes whilst you apologized to an unseen force. 

That moment fully cemented his already firm intentions; however it had gone from a bet to a personal mission.

Love wasn’t dead, despite whatever had happened that made you believe so.

Love wasn’t dead, despite the anguish in your unconscious ramblings.

Love wasn’t dead, and he desperately - for your sake now, rather than his own - needed to prove you wrong.

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. . ҂ Enhypen’s reaction to their s/o sitting at the backseat ! . . ҂

. . ҂ Genre: fluff … ot7!Enhypen X Reader . . ҂

— Heeseung ♡

I’m sure this boy will be confused as hell

Would go like “but you like sitting in the passenger seat…”

Won’t force you to sit next to him but would be scared as fuck because he’ll start thinking he did something to piss you off.

“Are you angry at me…? Did i do something wrong?” He gave you those cute pleading eyes and you couldn’t help it but laugh, “No you didn’t, it’s a trend!! And you’re being filmed right now!” You pointed at your phone and kept laughing at his shocked expression.

— Jay ♡

Would look at you weirdly as soon as you enter the backseat.

He would probably go like “i think you skipped a part”

Won’t tell you anything and wait for you to say something about it.

“Aren’t you going to say anything about me sitting in the backseat?” He looked at you confused, “Thought about letting you realize it alone” He chuckled and stopped the car to let you get to the passenger seat. “It was filmed for a tiktok by the way” You turned to him and he made an “oh” face and you nodded, shaking your head disappointedly.

— Jake ♡

A LOST PUPPY PLSSSSS would give you those puppy eyes this bae is so confused.

Would immediately go like “Did i do something wrong?”

Would start driving anyway but would stop in the middle to confront you about it.

“Um, a question” He turned to you who looked clueless, “Why aren’t you sitting next to me?” He pout as you suddenly started smiling and giggling, “Wha—“ “It’s a trend!! I waited for some reaction and got it” You laughed, “Say hi to the camera!!” You waved at the camera and he too, waved embarrassedly.

— Sunghoon ♡

Literally clueless, didn’t notice that at first.

Would go like “uh oh what happened”

Obviously wants you to sit next to him but won’t tell you about it.

“Is it comfortable for you behind there?” He asked. “Hm? oh yeah it kinda is” You chuckled. “But i turned the ac off there” He murmured, “Did you say something?” “Nope, but are you sure it’s comfortable there? I mean it’s way more comfortable in the passenger sit” Before you could say anything, he stopped driving, waiting for you to move next to him. “It’s all filmed you know” You giggled, “At least i look good”

— Sunoo ♡

He noticed the camera as soon as he got into the car, he’s an ace at finding cameras. He still played along though.

If he didn’t happen to find the camera he would probably feel guilty and would go like “I definitely did something wrong”

Decides to tease you for a bit and wait for you to say something about it.

“Didn’t you notice something is different today?” You pointed out, “Hm? Not really, why?” He was looking at you through the front mirror. “I’m not sitting in the passenger seat” “Oh, i’ve noticed that, is it fun there?” He teasingly asked. “Alright stop driving im moving next to you” You moved next to him, pouting and looking out of the window. Before continuing to drive he pecked your cheek, “I know it’s filming” He pointed at the camera and giggled.

— Jungwon ♡

Mind. Is. Processing. Would literally take him years to understand what happened😭

Would go like “They always sit next to me…”

Even before he starts to drive he would open the backseat door and would take your hand and guide you to the passenger seat.

“This is your usual seat, you’re just confused today” He giggled and you couldn’t help it but laugh. He tilted his head in confusion, “You’re being filmed baby! It’s a trend that’s going on right now on tiktok and i decided to try it” You kept laughing and hugged him, “Your reactions are priceless” You pecked his cheek and pat his back.

— Riki ♡

Oh this boy is on TikTok 24/7 so he KNOWS your plan.

Would go like “Not today baby” with giggles.

Before he starts the car, he goes to sit next to you in one of the backseats with a smile.

“Aren’t you supposed to drive?” You looked confusedly at him, “I am, aren’t you supposed to sit in the passenger seat next to me?” He snapped back. You giggled and moved to the passenger seat, “You know that—“ “It’s being filmed, i know” He chuckled and started driving.

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Songbird

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Ah, let’s see…in this part, none really I don’t think.

Word Count: 3.3k-ish

Summary: Part 1 of 3 (maybe 4, if you guys like longer fics, it will be 3) You live in the same building as the “Penthouse Playboy” as you call him. He eavesdrops on you singing in the stairwell and is immediately smitten but you rebuff his charms. It goes back and forth between Reader and Billy's POV. The two songs used in this chapter are Paint It, Black by Ciara and Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman by Bryan Adams

A/N: Based off this ask from my lovely Lily @munsonownsmyass

Okay, a little idea for you 🩷 We know Billy is charming and could get any woman he wants. But... what if he one night meets a woman who doesn't swoon? Someone who doesn't fall for his smooth talking or handsome looks? Of course she's interested (who wouldn't be?), but she's a tough nut to crack. Billy is instantly intrigued and wants to win her over.

I had the idea of a singer reader for awhile now and I thought combined with this ask, it sounded like a perfect combination so I hope you enjoy this and I do have a playlist that goes along with this, it's linked with the series masterlist.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The sky appeared heavy with the promise of a storm that had not yet broken. Would it be rain or would it be snow? It was difficult to tell on this cold afternoon in November, walking home from work.

Everyone on the sidewalk rushed past you and desperately wanted to get indoors before the sky opened up. They didn’t care if they bumped into you or if they knocked your purse off of your shoulder…THEY had to get inside before the rain or snow melted them into the sidewalk next to you. It was an amusing scenario to think about.

Walking in the rain and snow never bothered you. It soothed you, helped to calm you down after a rough day. You did want to get home soon to practice for tomorrow night but you didn’t rush, you took your time walking home, stopping to look in storefront windows and coffee shops.

You could smell the delicious roasted nuts from the vendors on the street from a block away, a baby crying in a stroller coming toward you, and a couple arguing as they drank their coffee walking ahead of you.

Those were just some of the sights and sounds the city produced on a daily basis and on your walk home every day, they were all different. No two days were the same, it kept you on your toes.

A cold droplet landed on the tip of your nose. As you looked around, there were little white flakes floating down, surrounding you as you watched them hit the ground and instantly disappear.

The ground was still a little warm for the snowflakes to stick to the sidewalk but they sparkled like a carpet of diamonds on the patches of grass and the bare tree branches as you continued your walk past the park toward your apartment building.

When you walked inside, you saw him standing in front of the mailboxes. His nickname was “The Penthouse Playboy.” You had no idea what his actual name was so that’s the nickname you came up with for him. He was always bringing home different women, no one steady.

Sure, he was incredibly handsome, an impeccable dresser, and he had a smile that could melt your insides but you knew his type. You knew it a little too well, you dated plenty like him and they were all the same…handsome, charming, and could smooth talk the pants right off of you.

You decided to hang back a little before checking your mail.

He’s made eyes at you a couple of times, those endless dark eyes that looked like two wells of black ink. You could definitely lose yourself in those eyes but you were immune to his charms.

You’d always give him a polite smile but that was it. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to the women he brought home, they were as dumb as a box of rocks but they were very beautiful.

Finally, he headed for the elevators and you could get your mail without an awkward encounter. After checking the mail, you headed up to your not-the-penthouse apartment but it was perfect for you. Changing out of your work clothes, you were trying to remember your set list for tomorrow night.

Your little singing hobby actually turned into a regular weekend gig with a few of your friends. There were a few small intimate clubs that booked you and your band on a semi-regular basis. It wasn’t every weekend but you really were having a lot of fun.

You had always been a little shy when it came to showing off your talent but each time you performed, it became easier. Finding a good place to practice was always a challenge. You didn’t want to bother your neighbors so you never really practiced inside your apartment other than the occasional shower concert.

Your favorite place to practice was actually in the stairwell. It was out of the way, you didn’t really bother anyone and hardly ever ran into anyone while you were out there.

But on your walk home, you had an idea.

Instead of practicing on the same floor as your apartment, you would go up to the top. You thought maybe there’s less of a chance of running into anyone on the top floor. Penthouse Playboy always took the elevator anyway, he wasn’t walking down all of those stairs.

It sounded like a perfect plan.

Billy

It was almost time for you to leave and meet Agent Madani for a drink. After adjusting the cufflinks on your shirt, you added an extra spritz of cologne before putting on your jacket and locking up.

Removing the key from the door lock, you noticed how quiet it was at the top. No one else to wait for the elevator with, it was just you. It was lonely sometimes but you didn’t do relationships, they were a weakness. The company you kept was sporadic and in a matter of hours, they were gone and you’d never see them again. You liked it that way.

You had awhile to wait before the elevator stopped at the top and that’s when you heard her. The melody was coming from the stairwell and it was…beautiful. You needed to find out who she was so you crept closer to the door to see if you could see her face. The dull ache in your chest caught you off guard, it was incessant.

As you inched closer, you finally recognized the song but it was slowed down. It was a version you had never heard before.

I see a red door and I want it painted black

No colors anymore, I want them to turn black

I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes

I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black

With flowers and my love both never to come back

I see people turn their heads and quickly look away

Like a newborn baby, it just happens every day

Paralyzed in place, you stood in silence listening to her. You made sure to stay away from the window of the door so she couldn’t see you and she finally turned so you could see her face, her beautiful face to go along with her beautiful voice. You’ve seen her many times before, getting her mail, talking in the lobby with the neighbors or helping them with their groceries.

She was the only woman that didn’t fall apart at your feet when you would smile at her and was completely immune to your charms. You knew deep down that she was probably too good for you.

Madani was a tough egg to crack too but not like your little songbird here, she liked to play hardball. She would ignore you most times while getting her mail, you’d steal glances at her in an elevator full of people but she never looked back.

That feeling of vulnerability would take over when you would see her but you didn’t like feeling that way. You were used to being in control but seeing her took you out of the driver’s seat and threw you into the trunk.

It was difficult to keep this new feeling you were experiencing under control, you were a marine, a soldier…you were always composed and unemotional. Emotions will get you killed and you were definitely in the line of fire after listening to her sing.

Her hypnotic voice had made you late for drinks. You were never late for anything. She was like a siren enticing a sailor. Your little songbird wasn’t just a mission anymore, these feelings she had stirred up inside of you were something that maybe you could give into for the first time in your life, but will she let you?

You

Sound check went well, it felt good, and you were ready for tonight. Your makeup, hair and outfit were perfect. The club was intimate and the dim lights were a welcome sight as opposed to the bright fluorescent ones in the stairwell in your apartment building.

The stairs outside the penthouse were a perfect place to practice, you didn’t see a single person and you weren’t interrupted at all but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched as you sang but that couldn’t be, could it? But you forgot all about it as it got closer to show time.

There were a lot of familiar faces in the crowd tonight, a lot of the same people came to see you sing each time you performed. You didn’t want to call them “groupies” but let’s face it, they were groupies. They’d sit at the front tables, bring you flowers and hang on your every word.

And you thought getting cat called walking by a construction site was bad, these guys didn’t let up for almost the entire show. The club actually provided you with some security so they couldn’t come near you which you were thankful for.

But you had a sinking feeling, tonight was going to be an interesting one.

Billy

This was the second night in a row you had met Dinah out for drinks, you could tell she wanted to sleep with you by the way she would lean into you as she sipped her drink or brush up against you when she excused herself to go to the restroom. You knew she was using you for something that you couldn’t quite put your finger on yet.

Walking in the crisp autumn air next to her, you were trying to listen as she talked and talked and that’s when you heard it. Paint It, Black…slowed down just like your songbird had been singing it. The music was coming from up ahead, from a club called Berlin.

You turned to Dinah. “Let’s go in here for a drink.”

She looked at you confused. “I thought we were goin’ back to my place.”

“Well, I wanna have a drink here first.” You said, walking ahead of her. And however a sure thing she was, she wasn’t what you desired anymore. She wanted you but you wanted another and when you looked up at that stage, you swore your heart skipped a beat.

It WAS her.

She looked even more beautiful than when you saw her in the stairwell. The way she held the audience's gaze and captivated them with her voice, you stopped dead in your tracks. Her voice gave you goosebumps.

I look inside myself and see my heart is black

I see my red door I must have it painted black

Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts

It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black

She performed like she was born to do it. The microphone was a part of her hand, she held it so naturally and interacted with the audience with just a couple of glances and smiles in their direction.

They loved her.

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue

I could not foresee this thing happening to you

If I look hard enough into the setting sun

My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

She glanced over to the side of the stage where you were standing with Dinah and her face froze for the briefest of seconds before going back to her performance. She obviously was not expecting to see you there and you could feel Dinah burning a hole in the back of your head because you were ignoring her.

She kept trying to get your attention but you wanted to listen to her finish the song because you weren’t able to the night before.

I wanna see it painted, painted black

Black as night, black as coal

I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky

I see a red door and I want it painted black

No colors any more, I want them to turn black

I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes

I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

Hmm, hmm, hmm...

She made eye contact with you again, you made sure to clap louder than anyone else in that room, and the slightest of smiles stretched across her face as she bit down on her bottom lip to try and keep you from seeing.

At that point, you couldn’t deny it anymore. You were smitten and determined to make her yours.

You

As you started to sing your next song, you looked over to your left again, through the stage lights there was no mistaking that it was definitely your Penthouse Playboy. He was still there and he had a date with him…and why wouldn’t he?

She was beautiful, dark hair, deep brown eyes and glowing tan skin, but her eyes quickly narrowed when she saw the way he was looking at you.

Clearly, he wanted your attention but you were determined not to give it to him no matter how handsome he was, no matter how loud he clapped for you and no matter how many times he flashed that perfect smile at you.

Trading cash for a table close to the stage, he sat down with his date. Of course he sat down closest to you and instantly became one of your “groupies.” He hung on your every word and paid zero attention to his date, no matter how hard she flirted with him. She removed her jacket to reveal a silk camisole underneath, with lace detail decorating the top. Surely that would grab his attention…but it didn’t.

To really love a woman

To understand her, you gotta know her deep inside

Hear every thought, see every dream

And give her wings when she wants to fly

Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms

You know you really love a woman

When you love a woman, you tell her that she's really wanted

When you love a woman, you tell her that she's the one

'Cause she needs somebody, to tell her that it's gonna last forever

So, tell me have you ever really, really, really, ever loved a woman? Yeah

Your Penthouse Playboy was staring at you like you had hung the stars in the sky, looking at you in a way you’ve never seen him look at any of the women he brought home before. Apparently you had a knack for being in the lobby at the same time he was when he would bring a “date” home with him.

You made sure to show your regular admirers more attention than him, before taking your break for the evening. The members of the band always took their break outside where you preferred to stay on your stool which is when your smooth talker made his move toward the stage.

Security stopped him before he could get too close but you were kind of intrigued as to what he had to say to you.

“It’s alright, Nick. You can let him through.” You said, sitting down at the edge of the stage with your feet dangling off.

With a concerned look on his face, Nick said “You sure, y/n? I’ve never seen this one before.”

Your Penthouse Playboy scoffed at being called “this one” which made you smile a little too hard.

“No, really it’s ok. He lives in my building.” You said. “Or should I say, I live in HIS building. He looks down at all the peasants under him that DON’T live in the penthouse.” You said with a slightly wicked grin.

You could tell that comment got under his skin a little.

Nick was glaring at Penthouse Playboy as he walked back over to the other side of the stage and left you alone with your new admirer. He was trying his hardest to charm you just with his smile but this wasn’t your first rodeo. His type was all the same and you’ve fallen for it one too many times.

“You, uh…have a really beautiful voice.” He said, leaning in closer to you.

“Thank you.” You said indifferently and took a sip of your water. “What made you descend from on high to come mingle with the common folk?”

“I was walking by and heard you singing.” He said with a tough expression, matching your indifference.

You glanced in back of him at his date sitting by herself at the table.

“I don’t think your date appreciates you talking to me.” You said.

His lips curled back from his teeth as he said “Well right now, I don’t care what she thinks. And right now, I wanna talk to YOU.”

“Oh and you always do what you want, right?” You asked. Sarcasm dripping from your voice and inching even closer to him so you were both breathing the same air.

“Yeah…I do.” He said. “I apologize for never introducing myself before now but you do tend to ignore me when we cross paths…Billy Russo.” With such a short distance in between the two of you, he didn’t have to extend his hand very much for you to shake it.

You finally knew his actual name.

“Well, it’s nice to finally meet you Billy Russo. I’m y/f/n y/l/n.” You said in a harsh whisper.

Billy turned around to glance at his date, she had a scorching glare on her face and he licked his bottom lip as he turned back to face you. The space in between your bodies seemed smaller and his warm breath brushed against your eyelids.

His voice was full of confidence as he said “I’d really love to take you out sometime.”

Shocked that he would have the audacity to ask you out while on a date with another woman, it was another level of confidence or just egotistical, maybe a bit of both.

“I bet you would, Mr. Russo. And you have a lot of balls to ask me out while on a date with someone else. She looks like she wants to spit venom in my face, by the way.” You said.

Motioning for him to come closer so you could whisper in his ear, your hand snaked around the back of his head as you ran your fingers through his ebony colored hair.

“And…you’re gonna have to work a little harder than that, my Penthouse Playboy.” You said sharply, your lip pulled back over clenched teeth and adding a slight tug on his hair before pulling away.

Billy raised his eyebrows at you. “Penthouse Playboy, huh?”

“I didn’t know your name before tonight so I just referred to you as the Penthouse Playboy.” You said with a genuine smile this time.

“Is there something I could do to get you to change that nickname?” He asked.

There was a slight bitterness to your voice as you told him “Like I said, Mr. Russo…you’re gonna have to work a little harder than that. I’m not like the little bimbos you typically bring home.”

You watched as Billy’s date pushed herself away from the table and stormed out of the club, trying to make as much noise as possible on her way out, just as your band members made their way back to the stage.

Pointing to Billy’s empty table, you said to him. “Looks like your date had enough.”

“I guess she did.” He replied, not phased at all.

“Well I do have a set to finish, so you’ll have to excuse me.”

Billy turned to walk away in defeat.

Your expression softened just a little as you said “And Billy?”

He turned back around to face you.

“I’m sorry I ruined your date. I hope you’ll stay for the rest of the set anyway.”

He flashed you that perfect smile again. “You didn’t ruin anything, my little songbird. I’d love to stay. Besides…I have to earn that new nickname, don’t I.”

And with a wink, he headed back to his table and patiently waited to hear what you were going to sing next.

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Aw thank you, friend. 😭😭

I'll admit, finding the time and the energy to write can be very challenging.

Sometimes my weeks are really busy. More than one 11 hour day, short nights and life in general. So, when I do get some free time, I really have to kick myself in the ass to finish chapters. 🤣

Omg that sounds stressful. But I totally get it. I think part of the "finding time" is just creating a schedule for myself. When I was doing my master's I had to write almost every day to work on my assignments and my thesis, so it kind of drilled that kind of schedule into me. Not saying that I'm never lazy or don't procrastinate, because it take a lot for me to get into that mental zone.

But when I do, that's when I can knock out a chapter a night, or every other night, for a week or two until the project is done. And whether it's a series or a one-shot, once I start something, I have to finish it. It's a mental thing with me. lol

I have my outline open, and I knock out sections of the chapter until it's finished. Sometimes I take things out or expand certain scenes along the way, but I tend to knock out a chapter between 1-2 days, depending on how long it is.

But when it starts to feel like work all of a sudden, I lose motivation a bit.

Lol sometimes it does feel like "work." In those moments, I try to push through by putting on a song that gets me into the mood of the story. Or I reread a previous chapter, or I read ahead in my outline to tweak later parts of the story. And then I'll go back to the scene I was working on to continue when I have inspiration and energy again.

But you don't want to let people wait, too. This is my problem since I started writing. 🤣 A probably good solution would be to prewrite everything and schedule the posts (like you do), but I just can't do that. 🙈 I tried, but as soon as I'm satisfied with a chapter I want people to be able to read it right away... yeah, I know. 🤣

Yeah that's my key to posting consistently. I write a few chapters ahead of whatever I'm working on (if it's a series). I know it can be hard though.

I've had my moments where I've been really impatient to put things out, but it really helps me not to feel the pressure that people are "waiting on me" to update when I know the next chapter is already written. It allows me to give a week-after-week posting schedule.

Even if you just write two chapters at a time, that could help give you enough time to finish the next one.

Writing ahead also gives me more time to edit and polish, since my first draft is never my best draft. So what you guys read by the time I post has been edited and looked over several times.

So, I hope you know that you and your hard work in entertaining us is so appreciated! And I'm so happy to be a little part of your community here! 🥰❤

Again, thank you so much, friend!! 🥰 I'm so happy that you enjoy my stuff and continue to support me. I very much appreciate you!! 💕

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does he know || j.t.k.

first fic of the new year?? so exciting! based off a request from @sparrowofthedawnsworld. I'll officially be opening up for requests very soon, so stay tuned for that. <3

summary: ending up in a bar on a karaoke night is definitely a nightmare, until a stranger brightens up the night.

words: 4.7k

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warnings: this is literally pure smut. like really. (18+ minors dni!), also alcohol consumption.

The music in the bar was obnoxious, to say the least, but at least it was a welcome break from the karaoke that had been going on for the last hour. You rolled your eyes as you watched the karaoke emcee start to make their way back to the table set up with a computer and speakers after a thirty-minute break. It was your own fault for walking into the first bar you found and not even looking it up on Google. You’d just wandered in, plopped yourself down on a stool, and ordered a strong drink. It was a small place, a typical not-quite-a-dive-bar with wood paneling that had clearly been up for forty years and road signs and vintage band posters littering the walls. The air was no longer smokey but had the reminisce of years of heavy smoke that clung heavily in the air. But it was clean and the drinks were okay and cheap and it was good enough to drown your sorrows. The bar had been relatively empty when you’d arrived hours ago, but then the karaoke station had been set up and all of a sudden the bar was packed and the first person up had treated everyone with an off-pitch ‘Hit Me Baby One More Time’ followed by a “Free Britney” scream. And then it was round after round of people’s own renditions of hit songs. You couldn’t help the eye rolls or the groans that it seemed you had no control over. You couldn’t blame everyone else for having a good time, it wasn’t their fault that you were miserable, but still, did they have to be so loud and annoying about it. You ordered another drink, still barely feeling buzzed.

About thirty minutes ago, a group of loud guys had tumbled into the bar, ordered drinks, and had been adding to the overall noise and commotion of the bar. Once the bartender set your drink in front of you, you decided this would be your last one and would head out for the night, although you weren’t sure where because going home wasn’t an option. The first notes of ‘All Star’ by Smash Mouth started up and you wanted to leave right then and there, but you’d already ordered your drink. You glanced over at the makeshift stage to see two long-haired guys sharing the mic to scream-sing along and recognized them as part of the group of four that had come in earlier. “Hey, can I get another round of shots please.” A voice said next to you, but you didn’t bother looking over. “Yeah, same as before. Thanks so much, Ollie. You’re the best.” You felt his eyes on you, but continued to stare at your drink and tried to radiate as much Don’t Fucking Talk To Me, I’m Not In The Mood energy as you possibly could. It didn’t work. “When are you heading up there?” He prodded.

You suppressed an eye roll. “I’m not.” Still refusing to look over and hoping he would get the hint.

He didn’t. “Ah, come on. Who comes to Ollie’s Famous Karaoke Night and doesn’t take a turn?”

“I guess me.” You muttered.

There was only a beat of silence before he spoke again. “I’m Jake.”

“Cool. I didn’t ask.” You heard a slight laugh from him, but he didn’t say anything else. A few moments later a shot glass was set in front of you.

“Have a good night, Sunshine.” Jake said with a laugh. You waited until you couldn’t hear his footsteps walking away anymore until you grabbed the shot and downed it and let it warm your body. A free shot is a free shot. The two guys on the stage finally finished and you nursed your last drink and tried to get the bartender’s, who was apparently named Ollie, attention so you could close out your tab. All of a sudden Ollie was rather elusive, so you decided to bide your time. You had nowhere to go anyway.

A cough into the karaoke mic stopped your hand that was bringing the glass to your lips in mid-air. “This one goes out to a special person who needs some cheering up.” Jake’s voice filled the room and then he began to sing ‘Good Day Sunshine’ by The Beatles. A slow and begrudging smile formed on your lips and you couldn’t help but turn toward the stage to watch him. His eyes fell on yours and he gave you a quick smile. You lifted your drink slightly toward him in acknowledgment. When his song ended, he sauntered over to you. He was cocky, maybe a little annoying, definitely too persistent, but you kinda liked all of it when it was tied up with those intense eyes and curve of his lips. You absolutely shouldn’t notice those things about him, but clearly, your eyes had a mind of their own tonight, especially as they trailed down his neck and noticed how low he had his button-up shirt open. Almost his whole chest was exposed and you wanted to lick him. You blinked, trying to figure out where the thought had come from. You weren’t like this. Ever. But now he was in front of you, leaning against the bar with a cocky grin and you wanted to kiss that smile off his stupid face.

“Real cute.” You murmured with an eye roll.

“It made you smile, Sunshine.” He replied. You leaned back against the bar to mirror his relaxed attitude. You bit your bottom lip quickly as you thought for a second and then decided to throw caution to the wind and told him your name. His eyes wandered down to your lips for only a second and then they were back on your eyes. God his gaze was intense. And why did you like it so much? Why did it feel like you were being seen fully and wholly for the very first time in your whole life? “So I can’t keep calling you Sunshine, then?” He asked.

“I don’t mind.” You looked away from his gaze. “Thanks for the song.”

“Eh, it was the least I could do. Ya know, I was gonna go for ‘Sunshine on My Shoulders’, but thought it would kinda kill the mood a little here.” He shrugged.

“Maybe. The Beatles were a good choice.”

“Mhm, and what song are you doing?” He leaned in slightly toward you. You leaned into him even though you didn’t mean to. It was like your body was acting on its own accord.

“Yeah, nothing. I’m still not performing.” You replied with a soft laugh and a shake of your head.

“Stagefright?” He teased.

“Sure, if that’s what will please you.” You took another sip of your drink.

“It won’t. But I’m glad to know you want to please me.” You hiccuped into your drink and tried not to choke as your face flushed. You quickly set your drink back on the bar. “If there was no one here. Just you and me. Completely alone.” He murmured, ignoring the way your cheeks were undeniably pink. “What song would you sing?”

“I have no idea.” You whispered. His hand reached for your wrist that rested on the side of the bar. You could feel his rough calloused fingers casually and faintly rub circles on your skin. The sensation traveled straight to the depths of your stomach where you hated to admit heat was gathering. This was wrong. You shouldn’t let him touch you in a bar. You should be leaning further into him. You shouldn’t let your eyes flutter close when his lips pressed into yours. You shouldn’t breathe in the scent of him and let it completely overwhelm your senses. And you absolutely shouldn’t try to follow his lips when he pulls away. You opened your eyes and pressed your lips together tightly, trying to ignore the way it felt like they were tingling with the memory of the way he felt on them. “I shouldn’t have done that.” You muttered.

“Sorry.” He replied although he didn’t look sorry in the slightest.

“I have a boyfriend.” You blurted. And his face fell immediately.

“Shit. I’m sorry.” He did look apologetic now.

“No. No. Don’t be. I – uh, I mean. I had a boyfriend. We uh… I think we broke up.” You rambled with a shake of your head.

“What do you mean you think you broke up?” He asked with a humorless laugh. You closed your eyes and opened them again to look up at his confused face. It made your chest feel tight so you looked away and spun on the stool to face the bar again.

“It’s why I was here tonight. We got in a fight… again. Like always. And I told him I was done. And I meant it this time. I really did. I don’t wanna be like this anymore.”

“Be like what?” He asked, his voice quiet.

You scoffed. “You should go back to your friends. I’m just waiting to close out my tab.” You said.

“Pour your heart out to a stranger. It’s what bars are for.”

You sighed. He waited. Finally, you spoke. “I don’t know. I guess it just stopped being right, you know? It happened slowly, but it took a while for me to notice. I looked over at him and realized that it was all superficial. Like I always said he knows everything about me. We’ve been together so long, he’s seen every single part of me. But at the same time, I feel like he doesn’t even know me. Like if he’d be pissed if he knew I was at a place like this. He likes those stupid fucking bars with fancy wines and cocktails that come out smoking with dry ice. He wouldn’t be caught dead in a place with a karaoke night. And maybe I like it here. Maybe I want to sing karaoke and be loud and obnoxious. And kiss pretty strangers. I want to be more myself. And I think I lost that person, trying to be whatever or whoever I thought he wanted. And I don’t fit into that anymore.” You let out a breath. And he was quiet. You looked over at him to find him watching you. His eyes were no longer intense but had transformed into a soft gaze and you wanted to dissolve into him. “I’m sorry.” You said and shook your head. “This is embarrassing.”

“It’s not embarrassing.” He asserted. “It’s your truth. You shouldn’t hide that from anyone. What would he say about you kissing a pretty stranger in a bar without any pretentious cocktails?” He was so close to you that you were breathing him in again.

“He wouldn’t even recognize me.” You smiled.

“Good.”

“Tell me something he doesn’t know about you.”

“About a year ago I got a tattoo. He knows about the tattoo, of course, but he doesn’t know how I got it.”

“I want to know.”

You two shared a smile. The bar had disappeared around you. It was only the two of you left on the planet. Nothing else existed. Nothing else mattered. “He was on a business trip for a week. And I woke up that morning and just decided that I couldn’t stand to be in this town any longer. So I got in my car and I drove. I had no idea where I was going, but I just kept going. Let my windows down and had my music so loud that I couldn’t even hear my own thoughts. And I stopped in a town for gas and across the street from the gas station was a tattoo parlor. Without a second thought, I walked straight in and told the girl in there I wanted a tattoo. I gave her no direction, just how much money I had, and told her to do whatever she wanted. I never felt more alive.”

“Amazing. Can I see it?”

Your face flushed again. “Uh, I can’t really show you in public.”

His eyes darkened. And you felt your stomach flutter. “I’m going to be forward. But my feelings won’t be hurt if you say no.” You nodded to let him know he could continue. “I’d really like to see your tattoo. In private.”

This was wrong. This wasn’t who you were. But then again. Maybe it was who you were because you were nodding again. “Yeah. I wanna.” His face brightened as he smiled and you returned the smile.

He offered you his hand. “Come with me.” You took it and slid off the stool. He turned back to the bar. “Hey, Ollie. Add her tab to Josh’s. He’ll be too drunk to notice.” He winked at you and you let him lead you out of the bar and out into the warm summer evening. “My apartment’s just down the block.” He explained, guiding you down the street. He stopped in front of a record store and you looked up to read the sign, Brothers Records, as he pulled out his keys from his back pocket.

“You own a record store?” You exclaimed with amazement.

He glanced at you. “Uh, yeah. With my brothers and our friend Danny. And Josh and I live in an apartment upstairs.” He unlocked the door and opened it for you to step in. The building smelled faintly of incense and the slightest memory of weed. But you didn’t stop to look around, instead following Jake toward the stairway in the back and then up the stairs. He guided you past a cozy living room and into his bedroom. He gestured to his bed and said, “make yourself at home. I’ll be back in just a second,” and left you alone. You looked around his bedroom, just like the living room you’d passed by, it was cozy. Dark blue walls with a gray comforter on his king-sized bed, multiple Persian style rugs covered a wooden floor, one wall was covered with bookcases of differing sizes but all dark wood and full to the brim of a seemingly unorganized collection of books and the rest of the walls were decorated with band posters and several pieces of unique artwork. You were drawn to one of the paintings and you were still staring at it when Jake returned. You felt his presence in the room before he even made a sound, somehow already attuned to him.

“I really like this one.” You stated, not turning around to face him, but knowing he was coming up behind you.

“Uh, yeah, I did that.” He said sheepishly.

“Hmm, you’re really talented.” You smiled and turned to him and watched as he rubbed the back of his neck and tilted his head, surprised that he was embarrassed by the compliment. It made your heart constrict and you wanted to kiss him, so you did. You leaned into him, pressing your chest into his, and connected your lips with his. He breathed in and then wrapped his arms around you and pulled you even tighter into him as he deepened the kiss. Your own hands found purchase in his locks, soft tendrils of brown hair tangled in your fingers. When he pulled away too soon, your lips chased his lips again and his breathy laugh fanned across your cheek.

“Hold on there, Sunshine.” He set his hands on your hips and pushed you away gently. “I wanted to put on some music. Is that okay?” You nodded and returned your attention to his artwork, committing the thick paint strokes to memory. The comforting sound of a needle being placed softly on top of a record and then a slow melody you didn’t recognize filled the quiet of the room. He moved silently back across the room and his strong hands were on your shoulders and then down your arms and you had to suppress a shiver when the tips of his calloused fingers grazed your neck to push your hair away and soft lips pressed softer kisses into the back of your neck. You melted into him, the hard lines of his body melding perfectly into the soft forms of yours. A sigh fell from your lips when he left a kiss right below your ear and whispered in your ear. “I’d love to see that tattoo, darling.” His deep voice reverberated through your body and buried itself in your core.

You moved in his arms to face him. One of his hands rested on the side of your face and you leaned into his touch and allowed yourself to be kissed by him again. First, slow and languid, taking his time to explore and learn you, finding ways to make you sigh against his lips and moan into him. His hands moved down your body, lighting minuscule sparks along their path until they found a home tight on your hips. The grip he had on you tightened as you pulled his bottom lip between your teeth. When your giggle grazed his lips he groaned and pushed himself into you and your giggle dissolved into a gasp, feeling his solid erection press into you through too many layers of clothing. You felt yourself being walked back into the wall and gasped again when your back was shoved against the wall.

“Fuck. You keep making noises like that…” he started, but was distracted by your exposed neck and he nipped right above your clavicle. You lifted your leg that he’d slotted between his two firm legs and let your knee lightly rub up his inner thigh and slide past his erection before settling your foot back on solid ground. He moaned into your neck and then bit down harder on your pulse point. Your own hands flew to his hips and tugged him into you. You needed more, you needed him there.

“Jake, please.” You mewled.

“Show me your tattoo.” He instructed and stepped away completely from you. You instantly missed the warmth of him against you and had to stop yourself from whimpering. “Come on, darling. Give me what I want. And then I’ll give you what you want.” Your thighs clenched together like they had a mind of their own, but you reached for the bottom of your shirt and pulled it off of you. Jake watched you, no, studied you, one of his hands palming himself over his jeans. Goosebumps covered your arms as you took off your bra, slowly, and then turned to the side to show the tattoo on the right side of your rib cage, always covered with the side of your bra. He stepped over to you and his fingers ghosted over the healed ink. “Beautiful.”

“It’s just a silly tattoo. It doesn’t mean anything.” You muttered, trying and failing to not seem so affected by the way his fingers were barely touching you but were still causing even more heat to pool between your legs.

“It does mean something.” He whispered, his lips centimeters away from your inked skin, his warm breath like a soothing balm over any ills or pains you could possibly still hold within. He kissed your tattoo and your eyes fluttered shut with a soft sigh from your lips. “It’s your independence.” Another feather-light kiss. “It’s the fire deep within you that you never, ever should try and hide away.” He kissed with slightly more pressure. “It’s part of what makes you, you.” One more kiss and you couldn’t take it anymore. You reached for him and pulled his face up to yours, forcing your lips onto his, not afraid to appear hungry and desperate because you wanted him so bad, more than you’d ever wanted anyone. As your fingers twisted themselves into his hair again, his hands found your breasts, squeezing and rubbing and pinching, until you were panting into his lips. His mouth left yours and traveled down to your breasts, taking a nipple swiftly into his mouth.

Your head fell back against the wall which you’d somehow found yourself pushed up against again. “Oh my god, Jake,” you moaned. He pulled back and kissed you hastily between your two breasts, right your heart was before he gave attention to your other breast. “Jake I – I need…” you gasped.

He only pulled back slightly, enough that his voice was only slightly muffled. “Tell me what you need.” And then pulled you back into his mouth.

Your hand tightened around the back of his neck and you tried to focus on speaking, but your mind could barely keep up. You cursed. And he moaned against you. Finally, your brain caught up. “I need you. I need you.” You sputtered. “Please.”

He removed his mouth from you, but only to pepper more kisses down your body as he lowered himself to his knees. When he was fully on his knees, he looked up at you, one of his hands at the buttons of your pants. “You don’t need to beg. I’ll give you anything you want.” He unbuttoned your pants and took his time pulling them and your underwear down your legs and helping you step out of them. He placed a kiss on your stomach and looked up at you one more time and you couldn’t help the flutters in your core at how dark his eyes seemed, how much he clearly wanted you in that moment. “Unless you like begging, baby.” He said but didn’t give you even a second to reply before he dipped into you and his tongue swiped right at your center and up to your clit. You gripped hard on his shoulders, bending slightly over so you could watch him bury his face in between your thighs. His hands tight behind you, clinging onto your ass, and clearly holding you up as your legs started to weaken from pleasure. He flattened his tongue against your sensitive bud and pulled your hips into him, grinding you on his tongue. You understood and repeated the motion and your hands moved on their own accord back to his hair, holding him against you as you rode his tongue.

The music stopped and the only sounds in the room were coming from you and you filled the room. His name and curses and Oh gods tumbling out of your mouth. You threw your head back against the wall and sped up your movements and Jake moaned into you, sending vibrations through you. Your legs couldn’t hold you up any longer and he held onto you tighter as he pushed you over and through your edge and placed soft, gentle kisses on the inside of your thighs when your breathing began to settle. You lazily tugged him up from his knees, although he did all the work, and kissed him.

“Does he know?” He groaned, placing his thigh in between your legs and pressing it against you. You drew in a rapid breath.

“What – what do you mean?”

His gaze bore into yours, his dark brown eyes blown with lust and hunger. And you didn’t know anyone could look at you like that, but now that it happened you could never settle for less. “Fuck.” He pinched a nipple again and you gasped yet again. “Does he know those little sounds you make?” You blinked and tried to think of how to reply, but Jake spoke again before you could. “He doesn’t even know where you went tonight, does he?” You shook your head and he smirked. “Do you think he knows how desperate you were? How much you needed someone to make you feel good? How you rode my face so fucking perfect?” He kissed your neck and you knew he could feel your heart pounding. “He doesn’t know that you’re mine tonight.” His hand gripped your jaw, not tight, but enough that you had to look directly in his eyes. “You’re mine tonight, aren’t you, baby?” You swallowed and nodded. His lips formed into a smirk again as he shook his head. “I need you to say it.”

“I’m yours.” You stated. And you thought it would feel wrong, but it didn’t, not in the least bit. Instead, it felt like the truest statement you’d ever made in your life. Especially when he started to kiss you again and his hand fell down your body and made you warm all over again. Your own hands traveled down the planes of his chest and abdomen to reach for his belt and undid it as fast as you could. As soon as it was undone and you unbuttoned his pants, you reached in to feel him over his briefs, and this time he gasped against your lips and his head fell to your shoulder.

“Tell me you want me.” He muttered against your skin.

“He doesn’t know how bad I want you, Jake.” You replied. And in a blink, you were pulled away from the wall and practically tossed on your back onto his bed. His eyes journeyed from yours all the way down your body, taking it all in as he got rid of his clothes. Your bottom lip found itself between your teeth when he was finally naked in front of you and he was pumping himself in his hand. “I want you.”

“Fuck. You don’t know how bad I want you.” His voice dripped with desire. You moved back on the bed until you were closer to his headboard and opened your legs for him. His eyes dropped lower to where your fingers started a somnolent pattern on your clit. He watched you for a moment before blinking and walking to the nightstand on the left side of the bed. You watched him open the drawer and pull out a condom from the box. He opened it quickly and started to place it on his cock, but you rolled on your side and placed a hand on his wrist, stopping him.

“Can I?” You asked. He just nodded. You pinched the tip of the condom and slowly rolled it down his length, looking up at him. His eyes connected with yours when he tore his line of vision away from your hands on his erection. The bed dipped slightly as he put his knee on the edge and leaned toward you, his hand pulling you toward him by your cheek. You sighed into the kiss and he fully climbed onto the bed, never pulling away from you. Your lips only disconnected from his as he slid into you and you gasped. He used the opportunity and pulled away to look down and watch himself enter you, so slowly that it almost felt tortuous.

When he was in you to the hilt he looked back into your eyes. “Are you okay?” He asked and instead of answering you reached up and pulled him back into you to kiss him. He understood and moved in and out of you. One of his hands clasped onto your hips to anchor himself as he pumped himself into you.

“More, I need more.” You rambled and he delivered. Pounding into you at a pace you didn’t think could possibly feel good, but it did, it felt so good. He was slamming into you, but you kept taking him in, pulling him in, and he gave you everything he had. Your back arched beneath him and your legs wrapped yourself around his hips.

“Does he make you feel like this?” He growled, not relenting his pace.

“No. No one does.” You burst as you screwed your eyes shut from pleasure, somehow already on the verge of another climax.

“Does he know you’re never going back?” You shook your head, unable to find your voice. “Open your eyes. Answer me.”

You forced your eyes open and stared up at Jake. “I’m never going back. Never. Never.” You moaned as he pulled out completely and then back into you.

“Tonight you’re mine.” He asserted as his thumb found your clit and circled it. You had no control as your body writhed under him.

“I’m yours.” You panted. “I’m yours.” You repeated as he caused you to run headfirst into another orgasm.

His pace faltered and became erratic as he quickly followed you over the edge. You heard him whisper, “mine,” as he buried his head into the crook of your neck and stilled inside you. You laid together, sweaty and panting until your breathing returned to normal. He lifted himself off of you and laid down beside you, pushing hair from your face as he looked at you. You watched him study you for a few moments. “I think you should get more secret tattoos.”

You laughed.

[bangtan-madi]

Hey madi!! I am almost a corpse waiting for “All of our lifetimes’ “ next part. When are you continuing it? I hope you are 🥺 I love your plot and style of writing so far, and I sincerely hope you keep going🥺🥺🥺🥺 I cannot get enough of the reincarnated couple!!!!!

Hello friend! This comment is so sweet 🥹 tysm for all the kind words and love for the story, I totally do plan on finishing it. It's been a very busy time for me in the last year and a half, with work and moving house and creative juices have been kind of on the back burner unfortunately. But I'm getting to a point now where things are starting to slow down, and I really want to get back to writing, not just the story but lots of others, especially my original works! The next parts for that story should be coming soon. I can't guarantee when, but if anyone wants to be added to the tag list for the story, just let me know! I've tried to make sure that I have everyone that I had last time I posted, but I know some accounts have changed name since then. If you want to be included on the tag list, just comment down below! Thank you so much for the kind words, even after all this time you guys are seriously the best 💕🫰🏻

[5raysofsunshine]

Just Say Yes - Penemily x reader fluff (platonic)

Description: Penelope and Emily comfort you after a break up. 💔

Rating: G. I don’t think there’s even any cursing in this lol.

Wrote this to be a bit cathartic but I hope you enjoy it! 

This is my 2nd fic I’ve ever posted but don’t worry friends there are going to be plenty more coming your way! I’m making this the first fic I post for @sweetprentiss’s Emily Prentiss Birthday Bingo challenge (yes I know it’s not romantic/definitively sapphic BUT if I do a part two it will be more noticeable I promise 😊)! Plus I’m hoping to complete as many fics for this challenge as I possibly can because Emily deserves 💕ALL THE LOVE💕, so be on the look out for more emily prentiss fics coming your way!

Big thanks to my amazing friends iv 🍭 @sweetprentiss and ari 🧸 @imaslutforemilyprentiss​ for helping me out by encouraging and supporting me and reading this thing before I posted it lol. I love and appreciate you guys so much! 🥰🥰🥰

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As you pull open one of the double doors of the BAU entrance, you can't help but notice that the glass door seems a bit heavier this morning. Probably due to the fact that your body feels weak from running on only 3 hours of sleep. You were tossing and turning all night, your mind wouldn't stop racing.

You had spent a good part of your evening breaking up with your significant other. It was a conversation you had wanted to happen for a while, but sadly she was not very receptive. You two had been having problems on and off for the past year, but things had been getting worse and worse the last couple months. The issues you had were not getting resolved, and you were starting to feel dejected and burnt out. You couldn't help how you felt, and you didn't want things to continue to get worse for either of you. It took several attempts at honest communication and lots of patience since there was a lot of crying, but finally your partner realized that the best thing to do was to just let you go.

The interaction took so much energy out of you that currently all you feel is tired and empty. You almost called your unit chief to tell her you couldn't come in today, but you knew that being alone wasn't the best option. Also, you won't admit it but you'd miss seeing the faces of your fellow team members. Everyone has been so nice and yet also incredibly intimidating as far as their intelligence and experience. You've only been working with them for six months now, and you'd hate for something as inconvenient as your break up to keep you from being there for your team. 

You gulp down the last ounce of your red bull before tossing it in the trash can next to your desk. Your body feels a bit too warm in your jacket so you begin to strip yourself of it, hanging it on the back of your chair. You can hear your heart beating in your ears, the organ pumping quickly. You're not sure if your heart is racing due to the caffeine coursing through your veins, or the anxiety of having to face your coworkers when you know you can't hide how you feel right now. 

“Hey sugar plum, how are you doin’ this fine Monday morning?”

You look up from your desk to see Penelope, the team's tech analyst, standing next to your chair. As soon as you lock eyes with her, you watch the smile disappear from her face.

“Oh honey... no offense but you look positively dreadful!”

You nervously crimp your lips together, eyes shifting to the ground to take in the image of Penelope's shiny purple pumps. “Yeah, I uh... I had a rough night.”

A shiver runs through your body as you sense the AC kick in and push cold air throughout the bullpen. You decide to slip your arms back into your jacket, pulling it snugly around your shoulders. 

Penelope pouts, “What happened to make my little miss newbie lose her sparkle?”

You can’t help but smile at Penelope’s sweet words, but the tightness in your chest makes it disappear rather quickly. “Um... can we talk about it in the bat cave?” You suggest to the blonde woman as the need for privacy to talk about this raw subject becomes a necessity. You didn’t want to cry in the middle of the bullpen.

“Absolutely, please follow me!” Penelope offers her hand out for you to take before guiding you towards her office.

Once you two arrive at Penelope’s office, she shuts the door behind you. 

“Alright peanut, have a seat. Tell Penelope what happened.” The blonde woman plops down in her cushioned wheely chair, patting the seat of a neighboring chair.

You roll the empty chair closer towards you to sit down. You take a deep breath, trying to figure out how to talk about the break up without letting your emotions flood out. But you can’t help the tears that start to well up in your eyes when you begin to speak, “So um... my partner and I broke up last night.”

“Oh no!” Penelope’s hands fly up to her cheeks, her lips parted and brows furrowed. “Oh y/n, sweetheart I am so sorry! I know you’ve mentioned you two had been having trouble the past couple months, but it’s still sad when a relationship has to end.”

“Yeah...” You clench your jaw, feeling a heat starting to spread across your face as you try to remain calm while you prepare to explain what happened. This isn’t the first time you’ve confided in Penelope. She is the one person on the team you feel closest to, the tech analyst is just so friendly and you can’t help but gravitate towards her bright happy demeanor like a bug to a light. Despite your nerves about opening up to your fellow teammates, Penelope always manages to make you feel safe to share things about yourself. Especially things that are causing you grief. Sadly you can’t help but wish that you felt that way with your partner... well, your ex partner now.

“So what happened? Spill the tea, girlfriend! I mean, only if you want to because you totally don’t have to if you don’t want to. Only if you’re comfortable! Though you did say you wanted to talk about it so I guess you are but-”

“Garcia, calm down! I’ll tell you, but I need you to be patient with me. It’s all so... fresh. You’re right. It’s sad that our relationship ended. But... it needed to happen.”

Penelope nods, “I am ready to listen whenever you are ready to talk about it.”

You take a deep breath before parting your lips to speak. “So, I tried yet again to communicate with her about how unhappy I’ve been and why. I wasn’t trying to be condescending or mean in bringing things up again, I just felt like I wasn’t being heard when we had talked about things before. Of course, she didn’t take it well and acted like I was being unfair and inconsiderate of her feelings. But the truth is that I’ve always been considerate of her feelings, way too much in fact.”

Penelope’s head tilts to the side, “How so?”

You shift in your chair, crossing your legs and fidgeting with your hands. “Well, in the past when I tried to communicate with her about if I was upset about something she said or did, she would get so upset and make it about her.” The tears start gathering in your eyes, a couple of them falling and landing on your cheeks. “She’d spiral and take things so hard, saying things like ‘you’re right, I can do better, I’m a bad girlfriend, I’m a bad person’ which made me feel terrible for even saying anything so I’d push my feelings aside in order to help her feel better.”

Penelope shakes her head back and forth, “But you shouldn’t have had to do that, y/n! You shouldn’t have to make yourself small just so your partner could be comfortable! Because that means your hurt feelings never got taken care of... you never got taken care of because you had to take care of her. And that’s not fair at all!”

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door before it opens. Emily Prentiss, your unit chief, peeks her head into the room.

“Hey Pen, have you seen...” Emily’s voice trails off when she sees you. You quickly wipe your tears away with the sleeve of your jacket, sniffling to clear your runny nose.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Emily asks, stepping into the room and softly closing the door behind her.

You shake your head, shifting in your chair to stand, "Nothing Prentiss, I'm-"

"Oh no no no! You remain seated young lady! You are not allowed to hide your feelings from the boss lady just because she's the boss lady!" Penelope wags her finger at you before pointing up at Emily.

You glance up at the older brunette, who walks further into the room to stand next to Penelope. Your eyes flick back to the tech analyst, sighing heavily before slumping back into your chair. While crimping your lips together you cross your arms and look at Penelope with a silent plea to tell Emily instead of you having to say it once more. Thankfully, she gets the hint.

“Y/n and her partner broke up last night... it didn’t go well.”

"Oh..." Emily's brows furrow as she nibbles on her bottom lip, her eyes glancing down to the floor briefly before reconnecting them with yours. "I’m sorry to hear that.”

Emily leans back against Penelope’s desk, placing her hand on the blonde’s shoulder. “What do you need? How can we help?”

You shake your head, “I don’t know. What’s done is done, you know? I just... I have all of these feelings that haven’t been properly dealt with for years. I have so much frustration built up after not getting my needs met and feeling like what I wanted didn’t matter... and I don't know how to alleviate it.” 

Emily nods, “I understand. We are here for you, y/n. If you need anything, even if it’s just a listening ear-”

“Or a shoulder to cry on!” Penelope interrupts, “We are here for you.”

You smile, wiping more tears from your cheeks. “Thank you guys... I really appreciate it. I’m sorry to dump this on you-”

“Oh no no no, don’t you start that missy! You are not burdening or inconveniencing us with your problems.”

Emily nods, stepping closer to you. “We care about you, y/l/n. Please believe that. I know I’m your boss, but I trust that you know how much you matter to me and the rest of the team.”

You gasp softly, genuinely being shocked by the brunette’s statement. “I... I matter to you guys?”

Emily and Penelope exchange a look, eyes glancing back and forth between you and each other before Emily speaks, “Well of course you do! You may be new to the team, but you’ve been a great help to this unit. I’m very proud of you and grateful for your dedication and assistance.”

Penelope chimes in, “Absolutely! I am also very proud of you and super happy that you’re here! You’re a good person, my sweet. You have sunshine energy! And it makes me so sad to see you like this. All cloudy and less... shiny.”

You nod, “Trust me, I wish I was less cloudy. But it is what it is. I’ll be okay.”

Penelope nods, a silence falling over the three of you for a moment before Penelope dramatically gasps and flaps her hands. It causes both you and Emily to jump slightly.

“Oh oh oh! How about the three of us go out tonight and focus on helping you feel better! Maybe we can figure out some ways to relieve you of all your pent up angsty feelings! Ways that involve drinks with salt on the rim and tiny umbrellas!”

Emily grins, “I think that’s a great idea, Pen! Come on y/n, what do you say?”

"Oh, uh, you guys are too nice... but I don’t think-"

"No buts! Just say yes!”

You bite your bottom lip in contemplation. A fun night out with two gorgeous women you work with/for? Sounds like it’s just what you need to distract yourself and hopefully release all the stress and anxiety you have over the break up. You watch as Penelope and Emily stare at you with excited expressions. You lick your lips before grinning up at your fellow agents, “Okay! Let’s do it!”

Penelope squeals in delight before jumping out of her chair and enveloping you in a warm hug. “OMG I’m so excited! We haven’t had a proper girls night with you yet,, and now we’re doing it! Oh this is going to be so much fun!”

You laugh as you hug Penelope back, reveling in the physical contact. Penelope peers her head back towards Emily, “Get in here Em, y/l/n deserves more hug power!”

Emily chuckles before walking towards you and Penelope, wrapping her arms around you both. You are now enveloped in warmth and the sweet scents of their perfumes fill your nostrils. The tension in your shoulders melts away as you allow yourself to relax in their arms.

Emily pulls away after a couple seconds and pats Penelope on the shoulder, “You gotta let her go honey, I need you both to get back to work.”

Penelope groans, “But she’s so huggable I don’t wanna let her go!”

You can't help the giggle that escapes your lips as Penelope squeezes a bit harder, finding the blonde's action quite endearing.

Emily chuckles, “Garcia, you’re gonna suffocate the poor girl and we can’t lose any more agents! We need her!”

All three of you laugh with each other for a moment before Penelope reluctantly lets you go and steps back.

You smile, “Thanks again you guys. I feel so much better now.”

Emily nods her head, “Good! Now let’s get through the rest of the day so we can have some fun tonight!”

Penelope straightens her posture and clicks her heels together, “Yes ma’am, right away ma’am!”

Emily holds the door open for you and as you get ready to exit the office you feel her hand touch the small of your back, guiding you out. Penelope follows behind you both, stopping at the doorway to watch as you and Emily walk side by side down the hallway. “Bye my loves! See you later! Don’t work too hard!”

Emily gently pats and rubs your shoulder before you part ways, “I’ll check on you later, okay?”

You nod, “Thanks Prentiss.” 

You walk back to your desk as you watch the unit chief ascend up the stairs to her office. The sadness you felt earlier has now been soothed and replaced with excitement for being with Penelope and Emily for a whole night of fun.

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Thanks for taking the time to read! Hope you liked it! 

Please like/reblog! I truly appreciate any notes I can get lol! 😁

Also let me know if anyone is interested in a part 2 because I’ll definitely try to make it happen if you want it (and it’ll be less platonic, currently thinking about how I’d want to introduce the romantic/sapphic vibes into the story 👀)!

Till next time, my friends! ✌

[thesoundofanicefall]

Hello I read your theory \\the curse behind yu & mika// and that was so good *~* with your great explaintion now lots of thing cleared & i dont feel confuse that much anymore

Though it was terrifying too as sound guren & mahiru chan plan failed right? Then sika won?

Btw I only wanted to thank you for your hard work and your amazing account srslly your page is the best plus your theories i like em a lot *~*💕💕

Hey dear anon! Glad you enjoyed that theory dear and also this is great to hear that I could make it much more clear now thanks ^^💖💖

(the theory dear anon refers to is this one: )

Yeah actually ofc that's terrifying that now Yuu's curse break by Mika's hands finally and so kinda Guren and Mahiru's plan which is humanity's final hope kinda failed too but this was not that much surprising as Shikama doji had promised this before to both Yuu and Ashera that he will collect them both and will meet them soon in near future

So yeah Shikama could predict a lot but we also saw that he is not like a complete God and couldn't predict everything that well as ofc a big part of his plan went to complete mess thankful of whatever Mahiru, Shinoa, Guren and Saito did but sure finally he could start his motivation again

but now that Guren and Mahiru's plan failed does it mean the end? Or is there any kind of backup plan?!

To want to explain this simply yes Guren and Mahiru could guess that the chance for their plan to be fully successful is 50/50 so sure they were thinking about that what if the plan fails? And so what should they do if the plan fails? And why do I say they were even kinda predicting this too?! The reason is because of this

As we can see Guren clearly said that maybe they need to stop this plan. A plan to save everyone and everything and beating Shikama doji and he was saying this with such confidence like he was sure maybe and maybe the plan fails so yep he and Mahiru were both fully prepared for that if anything bad happens then start another backup plan and leave plan A away but ofc Guren decided to continue this in order to save Mikaela

So there's a high chance that although the plan A kinda failed but there's another backup one so if they couldn't finish this one then will start the next one which we may see that second one in future chapters as by whatever I explained before yep plan A failed as Yuu defeated against demon Mika and his curse started to work eventually just as Shikama doji wished and planned.

Hope this was helpful dear anon and thanks a lot for your kind words too this really means a lot to me 🥰🥰