#( ft. Brett )

[tennesseewynter]

If someone had told Jane Porter that she'd be dating some up and coming director in the heart of Hollywood about five years ago the woman would have laughed in their face. Granted at the time she was very much invested in her job. Biology professor at Stanford and the occasional research trip to Africa with her father when he needed the help. Which she is still doing but her personal life had changed drastically.

A lifestyle she didn't think she'd handle well but here she was doing just that. Balancing it all. Ignoring the shit talk Landon had around him from his previous partner. She couldn't complain about much. Perhaps the paparazzi but other than that the relationship itself was lovely. Coming up to the home, she noticed the front door wasn't completely closed, her first thought was that something had happened.

But upon hearing voices chatting on the other end, Jane leaned in to listen, easily picking up on Landon and Brett's voices. Seemingly in some sort of discussion up until his friend asked specifically if she knew something.

'Told me about what, dear?' Slipping through the door once that question was out in the open felt like a good time to make her presence known. Clearly the director hadn't been expecting anyone. Let alone for her to be home a bit earlier than usual. Noticing the bag after a moment Jane raised a questioning eyebrow at Landon and then Brett as she closed the door behind her. 'Going somewhere?' Despite the cheerful tone the Brit looked anything but pleased. 'Brett,' she greeted Landon's friend before moving further into the house.

INT. HOUSE - DAY

Suitcases are made for proper vacations. Duffle bags are for roughing it and not since his grueling time in Costa Rica has the man prepared for anything quite like this. It’s all there. The probable cause of making headway on this project but something is holding him back. More information and it’s something he chose to set up by way of video call. If anyone is going to convince him this whole thing isn’t for nothing it’s now or never. Grabbing some of his notes to stuff into his personal messenger bag, the director paused at the ring of his bell. Someone decided to drop in on him on a day he has to set aside for final arrangements. Well, shit.

Landon huffed, setting things aside to move through his den. People either camp out or they cause trouble. While he isn’t remotely unknown any longer there is still a want for privacy. Imagine that but here they go. Coming in droves ever since he made it in the spotlight but this current idea calls back to his roots. “Hey, did you not see the cameras and no trespass-?” his question tripped up answering his front door.

“Have you seen the latest edition of Entertainment Mag?” Cutting him off with the magazine held up definitely should shut him down. Or up. Depends on Lan’s mood today but make no mistake the director’s on the cover. Holding it up beside his face, Brett’s finger prodded against the image of filmmaker Landon B. Wynter who is oddly nonplussed about seeing his face on a big time entertainment cover. “Pretty handsome guy. Know who he is?”

When he received no reply it’s time to switch topic. Okay this isn’t the social call his friend thinks it is. “Sorry, I know you hate the attention…”

“Can’t you see I’m busy?” Landon shook his head, leaving his door open despite walking away. An invitation for the other man to come inside and this time it’s pretty obvious. He saw the magazine already. Why would he react any other way? It was a good shoot. Nobody pissed him off during but he understands how people he knows will eat it up. In all the positive ways at least; Landon cocked an eyebrow. “Did you really buy a copy of that?”

Brett closed the front door, casually glancing down at the magazine. “Could I get one for free? Do you have extra copies? Someone at the station is a big fan and if I can maybe get your autograph for her?”

Is that why he showed up out of the blue like this? Really can it be less obvious. “You want me to help you impress someone? Glad you thought of me.”

“No! It’s not for that.” Insisting otherwise paints his palms red. Caught with both hands stained with the truth isn’t he? Much truth as he can cram into his brain on a regular working day. Too much going into his podcast lately, Brett has been late to his Devil’s Hour showcase at the station every day this week. The bosses are not happy. “Heard you might have a project,” he murmured half to himself, eyes fixed on Landon’s duffle bag. Infamous thing survived a rain forest, yellow fever and a group of cannibals as he remembers. “Wait. That’s the doc bag. I thought you were done with docs?”

“Things change,” a vague response from the filmmaker, he packed more things up. “Wanna tell me why you’re actually here?”

Damn he’s good with that. Too good and Brett is absolutely in the know with how things in Hollywood work. At least it’s an eye opening experience seeing a longtime friend swarmed by press all the time. A lot of times he will see the praise. Others he sees that crap from his ex. Whenever Emeline pops up somewhere with Mark ‘I’m such a dickhead’ Lansing a few of the DJ’s brain cells wither. “Cat’s out the bag,” giving a shrug, he shifted to show off the bag strapped to his back. “I’m coming with.”

Landon snorted, giving him a long look that said how hilarious that sounds. In fact his old buddy here swore that he would never travel for a documentary again. The kind that leads them to another country and this will. Except there is something far too serious in Brett’s expression for him to doubt he’s joking. “No. No way in hell.”

“What do you mean no way in hell?! I stuck it to the end for the cannibals!”

“Brett – you have no idea what I am even doing.”

“That’s the beauty of it! Remember? When we were in college and you wanted to just do anything without limits?” Reminding Landon of their days as crazy filmmakers and artists isn’t so out of pocket. “Only thing missing is Claudia but we know she’s a big time actress now.”

“Apparently I'm a big time director and actor,” he scoffed at Brett’s choice of words. “Cosmic never told me I could never go back to my roots. YOU told me to my face a few years ago never again in another country.”

“I meant another country with people who could eat me, Landon. Come on. Original crew has to stick together. Besides, have you told your girl about it?” And there comes the  million dollar question because the look on Landon’s face says it all. @tennesseewynter

[litearra]

zip,   sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.

breath catches at the back of her throat, knuckles brushing ever so featherlight along her spine as @literare zips up her costume. sequins and tulle, dress clinging to every curve. quickly adjusting the skirt before meeting his gaze in the mirror, cheeks a soft rosy pink.     ❝ what do you think? ❞     beaming at him through the mirror.

[neathyingenue]

What’s been going on with Silvia?

An update ft. sticky note doodles

After hearing that her dear friend the Six-Finger’d Scrimshander was living somewhere that wasn’t a house, Silvia has installed it in the guest room of her Side-Streets flat, where they’ve been getting along swimmingly.

Her professional life is going great! Ever since she and Lord Oswald J. Emerson struck a bargain—he writes silly plays, Silvia writes silly reviews, they create public beef that sells tickets and papers—the Prodigal Plebian has practically been printing itself.

Silvia’s also made a new friend, one Youthful Naturalist! She’s been lending him a hand where she can—trying to convince him to move out of his rookery, and keeping her kitchen stocked with jellied eels should he come over, and taking him wherever he wants to go in her zee-clipper.

In the meantime, she’s been growing frustrated with her lack of progress regarding her research on the Third City. If you’ve been with Silvia for a while, you’ll recall that she has been learning Yucatec Maya and chasing leads to discover if there are any pockets of Third City inhabitants untouched by colonialism where she could convince her remaining dad to move with her. (Hm? Inherently contradictory logic? What inherently contradictory logic?)

Enter the Sixth Coil and the freed captives. Several of them are from the original Third City. Silvia follows them to Venderbight, uses her broken Yucatec Maya to explain what she’s after—

They tell her: There’s no such place as you’re describing. We hang around in Venderbight, but even now, there’s nowhere untouched by the Masters, by London.

Silvia presses them—No, there has to be, maybe you just don’t want me there? Why not? Why won’t you let me in?? I promise I’m trustworthy, I won’t tell—

And she finally realizes that she sounds like a fucking conquistador.

Welp! No better cure for a crumbling belief system and self-perception than to zail as far away from your problems as possible! She and the Youthful Naturalist fuck off for a while and that’s when the Delight gets wind of them.

Speaking of wind. The Wax-Wind catches up with Silvia’s ship. Silvia gets a bad burn across the right side of her neck and shoulders.

Not to just rehash everything that happens ever in Evolution, but, uh, shit hits the fan, Silvia gets pretty traumatized. But secretly she’d glad that she’s helping the Youthful Naturalist, proud of both of them. Her search for precolonial Atlantis failed. But here’s another basket to put some eggs in. If they crack the secret to life and death, well, no one else will have to die like Silvia’s other dad, they can have all the time in the world to create their own utopia.

And the other basket of eggs is the Marvellous. She’s been so busy she’s scarcely had time to think of it [I’ve been on the lodging grind for 3+ months ;_;]. But can’t she just win and make the Masters let go of everything, set everyone free, end imperialism, or whatever? That’s how it works, right?

Oh, by the way, no one knows she’s been doing this shit. Not her father-ish figures, not her flatmate, not her partner, not her best friend, not her newspaper employees. Just her crew, and they are pretty pissed at her right now, so she’s been avoiding them.

Around this time, Silvia gets a letter from Shaw (one such father-ish figure) explaining about Nemesis and saying he might not make it back from his final revenge quest.

ALSO around this time (or maybe right after) Silvia gets what really sounds like a last will and testament from Jones (other father-ish figure).

And ALSO also around this time, Brett (Silvia’s best friend) is recovering from learning of the death of his partner.

Then Silvia forgets to be careful, and Caoimhe (her partner) sees her burns and asks what’s going on. She doesn’t buy Silvia’s story about a cooking accident she forgot to tell Caoimhe about (Silvia never cooks), and she really doesn’t appreciate that Silvia tried to lie. Caoimhe gives Silvia the chance to come clean.

So it all comes out. The Marvellous. The scientific voyages. The experimental surgeries. The multiple supernatural enemies. Caoimhe is appalled that Silvia would be taking all these risks without saying a single word—she thought the most dangerous shit Silvia was involved with was printing ill-advised articles about powerful people. Caoimhe’s extraordinarily patient and supportive, but Silvia didn’t even tell her!

The breach of trust frays at their relationship and drags Silvia further into guilt and despair, especially because Silvia’s support network is spread rather thin at the moment!

So… here we are. Silvia’s standing in the crumbling ruins of her relationships and ideals. She needs to help this 20-year-old cheat death, and then she needs to beat a bat at cards, and she’s so, so sad about everything.

This is it folks! We've hit rock bottom! Even I'm not sure how she's getting out of this one :) :) If you made it this far, thanks for reading <3

[The Six-Finger'd Scrimshander - @T6FS; Lord Oswald J. Emerson - @lord-emerson; August Shaw - @zeebreezin; Robin Jones - @viric-dreams; Brett Heroux - @thedandy-detective; Caoimhe Coledoc - @the-insouciant-scientist]

[apyrrambles]

BITCHES LOVE ME !!

This cute little thing ft. characters I’ve drawn macking on wolfgang

Vex and Florian belong to @npdsalad

Mars and Honeydew belong to @honeydewraccoon

Brett and Duckie and Wolfgang belong to me

[rootsrotted]

alan stands and dusts himself off, hands slipping into his pockets after a few half-hearted swipes. it doesn't really matter if his clothes are dusty or not; they'll incur worse at his job. "i know," he croaks, shoulders slumping. there are parts of him that think it would have been better off that way, but he's here now and doesn't have the resources to make another getaway so soon. not even if he wanted to. "i've heard that a lot." mostly dad on a drunken tirade, but it hurts more coming from them. "i didn't just come back for..." he trails off, shaking his head. "i didn't think you'd want to see me." more accurately, he didn't think she'd want to see him without an explanation. he doesn't have a good one to offer, just that he had become so frightened it was killing him. that makes him selfish, he knows that. it's going to take a long time to iron that stain out, he knows that too. "i wanted to make sure you were here, too."

After a moment, Brett makes a noise of disgust and stands up, dusts the dirt off her already dirty jeans. Alan looks pitiful. The last thing he needs from her is a bruise, even if he deserves it.

"I wish you had," she spits. A lie, though her stony face gives away nothing. She's hurt, is the thing, and fuck if she lets anyone see her as anything but infallible. There aren't too many people out and about yet, not too many strangers around to see her burst of emotion, but Alan's here, and that's enough. He's practically a stranger now. Brett looks over and checks on her abandoned groceries before focusing back on the man below her.

"So what? You came back for your little girlfriend? Didn't even bother to clue me in?"

[reneesrapp]

Anything For You - Chapter 15*

(Renee x you)

Your POV On my 24th birthday, I was squeezed between two of my best friends with the short gay one somehow in the front seat. The beaten brown leather of the old Camry squeaks beneath me as I wiggle for comfort. Neither Brett nor Julia have much room between myself and the door, all three of us attempting to find space that is not there. 

While the goal was to not get emotional on the way to my birthday dinner, I couldn't help but reminisce while my roommates continued arguing around me. To make the driver feel awkward of course. 

While being 23, I've learned a lot. I've learned more at work than I can compile, earning my way to charge nurse on many shifts. I've learned that living with roommates has saved my life many times, and probably theirs as well. And most importantly, I've learned that I can be a stupid fucking idiot and lose Renee, and somehow slowly get her back. 

Much of what I've learned I can wrap up into one sentence: I'm not as independent and invincible as I once thought I was. 

Simultaneously, if I continue to be as stupid as I have been this year, I may not be able to keep the things that matter to me the most.

I was brought out of my thoughts by the driver slamming on his breaks in front of the restaurant and immediately unlocking the doors. Clearly not enjoying our time in his car. 

I follow Brett out to my right, patting the pockets of my medium blue wash jeans to make sure I have everything. I have left one too many wallets in an uber not to constantly double check. 

"Okay, birthday girl. Follow me!" Jake skips in front of me, hopping towards the dimly lit large metal door at the front of the building. I follow him, not being able to contain a small giggle as he struggles to pull open the 12 ft piece of metal. He holds it open with a stupid grin on his face as Julia, Brett, and I file in. 

Immediately the smell of fresh Italian food makes me warm on the inside, glad I'm about to get to grub with my friends. Renee and Alyah were on the way, but Jake quickly got us escorted to our table while we wait. 

We walk past very neatly made tables with white napkins and table cloths, low light candles in the middle, and food that I was drooling over. The restaurant was filmed with the quiet hum of the LA mid-tier elite, Jake falling into that category to get the reservation for tonight. 

We are led to the left of the host stand, three square tables pushed together in the corner of the front room. I use the term room lightly, as there were about 15 other parties sat around us. Julia slides all the way down the booth side, meeting the limestone washed wall, Brett sitting in the chair across from her. I slide in next to her, Jake across from myself. 

Unfortunately, Payton was home sick with a gnarly flu. I gave her some meds before we left and I'm sure she's passed out in bed right now, unconscious to the world. 

"Not us on a birthday date," he laughs, reaching out to hold my hand. A lit candle sat between, the white wax running down into the bottom of the glass cup it was sitting in. Next to that, a small leafy plant in a white pot, the same size as the candle cup, brought some color to each table. 

"You'll have to fight with Nae for that title." My eyes snap up to Alyah and Renee standing at the head of the table smiling. Alyah quickly takes the seat next to Jake, hugging him as Renee slides in next to me. 

The older girl had on loose blue jeans, tucked into a navy and white striped oxford. Over which she had a fuzzy white sweater vest. Her short blonde locks clipped up, the bangs and layers framing her face along with silver hoops and some small glasses. 

"Hi birthday girl," she smiles, sliding her arm around my shoulders and pulling me in for an extended hug. She presses her lips against the side of my head before we pull away. "Have you guys been here long?"

"No, we literally just got settled. Thanks for coming," I say to both Renee and Alyah. "It means a lot that you're all here." The table smiles back to me, the singer on my right placing her hand on my thigh and scratching lightly with her long navy blue nails. I can hear her giggle from next to me, warming my heart, the physical contact warming my stomach.

Our waiter comes over and takes our drink orders, offering us more time to scan our menus. I can't help but to continue glancing Renee, having missed the older one in the past week. She had come to the hospital one day for my lunch break, and we just sat in her car eating Sweet Green and talking. She had also sent me flowers the day after the party for helping with her "horrendously embarrassing scrape". Other than that it was mostly texts and calling. 

We were definitely getting back into the rhythm we had built before we left, matching energy and in all honesty being equally obsessed with each other once again. 

"I have to be serious right now," I say quietly, leaning into Renee's ear. She leans towards me, letting her body press me back into the cushion as I slide my arm around her waist. "I ain't ever seen a bitch look sexy in a sweater vest."

"Ah ah ah," Renee ticks immediately, rolling her eyes. "Not too much, now. Focus on your dinner," she says, cracking a small smile. "But thank you." She smirks with a quick shoulder jerk, leaning in and placing a quick peck on my lips. Before I can tell her to wipe off the lipstick she definitely left, she brings her right thumb to her mouth, licking it quickly and wiping my top lip. "You don't even have to say it," she laughs, turning back to the bigger conversation at hand. 

Dinner was lovely. We had multiple rounds of cosmos and martinis, sharing Italian plates family style, laughing, yelling, and probably being more obnoxious that we recognized. 

They brought out a massive slice of chocolate cake with a candle, all 6 of us sharing that in order to polish it off. Now, the group was going around giving me the gifts I had explicitly asked them not to get me. 

"I'm gonna start!" Jake yells, leaving the table. He comes back with 4 bags, handing them to Alyah, Brett, and Julia. They must have been hiding them somewhere because I had not seen these anywhere. "I know you told us not to get you anything and just do a nice dinner all together, but that's boring."

"And he wanted the thank you," Julia teases as Jake hands me the bag. It's a black bag with black tissue paper, very festive for the celebration. 

"Please guys I don't need anything," I explain, taking the last sip of my Cosmo. 

"Open the damn bag, Y/Ln," Brett says sternly. I laugh, rolling my eyes. I grab the bag from the spot in front of me, not seeing a card, so I just pull out the tissue paper. 

I pull out a small black box, and lift the lid to find an Oura ring. "What the fuck Jake?" I mumble pulling it out. I can't help but feel overwhelmingly excited and slightly guilty that he got me such a nice gift. "This is incredible. Thank you so much."

I have Renee pop out so I can walk around and give Jake a hug. "You can do all sorts of shit with it, but it will also remind you when to sit down and eat and drink water, which you don't do at work," he teases, pulling away from the hug. "You've also been talking about them for years."

"A hydrated nurse isn't a nurse, it's a doctor," I laugh, sitting back in the booth, scooting closer to Renee this time on purpose. 

I open a brand new pair of Nike running shoes from Brett, and a black Yeti backpack from Julia and matching lunch box from Payton. "Guys, seriously. This was so unnecessary, but I really am so grateful to have such a great group of people around me."

"Girl you haven't even opened mine," Alyah smiles, handing me a small purple bag. I laugh and roll my eyes, knowing not to argue with her about receiving a gift. There's a white gift box inside, about the size of a dollar bill. I pull off the top to find a gift card to Nobu, with a small note that says "Treat yourself and your girl ;)".

I slide out of the booth again, giving her a hug and a thank you, not really feeling like all of these incredibly nice things were worth it. "Thank you guys," I say, the rest of the table standing up to head out. "Second best birthday after Jake streaking through campus on my 21st," I smirk, shoving my roommate lightly. 

Jake rolls his eyes, walking away from me, talking about how he doesn't remember it and swears it's a multiple year long prank we've been playing on him. 

As we're walking out, Renee grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers as we walk through the restaurant. Her cool metal rings are pressed against my fingers tightly as we step through the large metal threshold, standing on the empty LA sidewalk, the humidity of spring and summer starting to make an appearance. 

Jake, Julia, Brett and Alyah all start walking towards the uber, quickly away from me. As I try to follow them, Renee tugs on my arm, pulling me back towards her. 

"You're sleeping at my place. I left your gift at home," Renee whispers, sliding her hand up my arm and to the nape of my neck. I can feel the goosebumps shoot up my spine, the blonde's breath warm on my ear. I wasn't going to fight the woman, so I just smile, leaning my head into her lips. She places a gentle kiss on my temple, her long nails scratching my scalp. 

After the group climbs into the uber, they wave out the window to me, dumb smiles on all of their faces. 

Since Renee and I haven't been physical, it's felt great mentally. I am loving the important conversations we have been having, but I'm losing my mind. I am really hoping that by inviting me over tonight it will be her signal that she's ready. We have both definitely been feeling the side effects, handsier in public, tension during conversations or initially innocent situations change quickly. 

"I guess that's fine," I tease, wrapping my left arm around her waist, my hand landing on her ass. Renee rolls her eyes, turning into me, our chests together. My eyes lock with the hooded blue orbs, the blonde biting her lip with a smirk. I could recognize that look from her anywhere, and I knew exactly what she wanted. "Where's this damn uber," I mumble, pulling the blonde into my chest. 

Renee laughs lightly, sliding her hands under my sweater and scratching my lower back lightly. I place a kiss on the top of her head, checking my watch. 10:17 pm. Okay let's get this going.

A black Escalade pull up, Renee walking away from it. "I told you to stop ordering these, baby," I mumble, holding the back seat car door open for her. "We easily could have fit into a regular."

"Shut up," Renee teases, getting settled in the far captain's chair as I climb it. "You only turn 24 once. I get to treat you." I roll my eyes, sliding my buckle around my torso as the car pulls from the curb. 

"I just hate when you waste money on me," I explain, grabbing the singer's hand and pulling it into my lap. She looks at me with a small smile before squeezing my hand lightly. 

"There is no waste when it's for you." I kiss the back of her hand lightly, knowing she wasn't going to change whether I asked her to stop or not. I do appreciate it, but I never want her to think I'm with her for the money. "It's your birthday, baby. I promise I won't spend money on you again until I feel like it," she teases, laughing lightly. 

"You're annoying," I giggle, leaning between the seats, the blonde meeting me for a soft kiss. "Thank you." I hope the singer could hear the sincerity in my gratitude, as it wasn't even about the uber, but more about having her by my side. 

After a few quiet minutes in the uber, we pull up to the familiar home the older girl resides in. I hop out of the car, holding my hand out for Renee as she climbs onto the pavement. I say a quick thanks to the driver and shut the door with a thud before following the blonde down the pavers to her front door. 

The shorter girl reaches the door first and starts fiddling with her keys as I come up behind her. I wrap my arms around her waist and press my front firmly into her back, pressing soft kisses along her neck. "Are you ready for your present?" She smirks, her breathing slightly labored. Before I can protest about a present, Renee pushes open the heavy wooden door to reveal her first floor completely decked out in balloons and confetti. 

Blue, white, and gold balloons rested on the ceiling, strings hanging down with pictures of Renee and I on some of them. She had to have printed out 50 pictures, and there were easily a hundred balloons.

I am in awe as I scan the familiar open floor plan entry way and living room, the familiar space now covered in celebratory decorations. My eyes make their way over to the couch, where on the ground pushed up against the corner of the sectional is a neatly made mattress. Not a bed because it's on the floor, but my guess would be the mattress from Renee's room. 

I turn to see Renee on her phone, pressing buttons before music starts playing through the speakers. Something SZA-esqe, very lesbian sex vibes. 

The big lights were off. But a few small lamps around the living area set a warm tone. Confetti and rose pedals were scattered on the couch and floor, and there were electric candles, adding an ambiance of romance. 

"Baby, what?" I laugh in disbelief, slowly walking into the home. I can't help but lean against the couch, my butt on the edge facing away from the mattress. "I can't believe you did all this," I mumble, continuing to scan the entry way before turning towards Renee. She had a huge grin on her face, walking towards me with a quirked eyebrow. "This is wild. Thank you so much. You really didn't have to go through all of this work."

The blonde gets closer as I settle in, leaning comfortably on the back of the cloth couch. She walks in between my legs, placing her hands on my stomach as she bites her lip softly. "You've been really good to me. These past few weeks you've been respecting some boundaries I set even though they weren't easy for either of us to follow at times. I'm so comfortable with you, and you make me feel safe. I did this to show you how much I appreciate and care for the woman you are." The sincerity in her voice caused a lot of emotions to rise in me, both of us holding a space of gratitude for each other. 

I don't want to speak for Renee, but for me, there was definitely gratefulness is having her back, as I wasn't sure if I was going to be an option. "You deserve everything," I say softly, my hands finding their way around the older girl's waist. "I'm so glad I got to spend today with you."

Renee's smile has turned into more of a smirk as she brings her hands to the back of my neck, pushing her body up against mine tightly. "Baby, our day isn't over," she teases, leaning in and placing soft kisses on my jaw line. My breath hitches as I wrap my arms tighter around the singer. "Far from it."

I pull away, connecting our lips, desperate for more contact from the girl below me. Renee immediately tightens her arms around my neck, sighing into my mouth as our lips move together familiarly. My hands finding their way to the singer's ass, one of my favorite spots on her body. I pick her up, Renee pulling away to squeal and laugh at the sudden movement. 

"You're so gorgeous," she mumbles as she leaves kisses on my neck. I walk us over to the mattress, confetti and rose pedals crunching beneath my sneakers. I focus on not tripping as I lay Renee down, the neck kisses and nails scratching my scalp making me light headed. I place the blonde on the fluffy white duvet below me, smiling when I meet her hooded blue eyes. 

"No you're gorgeous." I wiggle my eyebrows, kneeling on the mattress, and kicking off my sneakers. Renee moves up to lean against the corner of the couch, propping her elbows up on the cushions. As I pull off her boots, I look up to see her smirking at me. I shoot her a wink before tugging off my T-shirt, leaving me in the black bra that I knew was the older girl's favorite. I look up to try to meet Renee's eyes, but they're too busy scanning my uncovered torso and arms. 

"How long until you're don't obsessing over my tattoos?" I tease, crawling up the bed to kneel between her thighs. I put one arm on either side of her hips, propping myself above the singer using the soft pillows. 

"Probably won't end," she laughs as I lean in to leave kisses on her jaw line. Renee's hands immediately find their way to my back, pulling me closer as she terrains the uncovered skin. I kiss up to her earlobe, nibbling on it gently, the short girl letting out a soft moan. Before I can go any farther, the blonde pulls away. 

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" I ask quickly, sitting back on my feet. Trying to ignore the petrifying feeling in my belly that I had misinterpreted everything. 

"No baby, I'm totally fine," she laughs, rubbing my arm with her thumb reassuringly. "I just want you to open your present." I could see her smirking at the confusion on my face, the older girl interrupting us for a present. 

"Right now?" I ask, a little dumbfounded. "Wait, this all isn't my present?" I gesture to everything around us, curious as to how she could possibly have anything else. 

"Kind of," she says, sitting up and grabbing a blue and white polka dot medium sized bag from behind the decorative pillows on the couch. I laugh lightly, rolling my eyes at the extent to which she has gone. "Happy birthday, baby." The smile on the blonde's face was more than enough for me, but I reluctantly take the bag from her. 

"Thank you," I smile, sitting next to her and taking the bag from her hands. I pull out the white tissue paper from the top, a little stunned at what I was looking at. A 7.5, maybe 8 inch black dildo, sitting in a pair of strap boxers. I was almost embarrassed to pull it out. I place the bag next to me, the strap on the mattress between us. 

When I look at Renee, she's staring at me over the glasses with hooded eyes, biting her bottom lip so hard it was turning white. 

"One thing about you, Ms. Rapp. You keep me on my toes and wound up," I say, gesturing for the older girl to straddle me. She laughs lightly, swinging her right leg around, sitting on my upper thighs. Her arms make their way around my neck, her nails scratching my nape softly. 

"I wanted to make today special," she practically whispers, softly kissing my jaw line up to my ear. "And I want you to fuck me." A sharp bite to my ear lobe causes me to moan involuntarily, tightly wrapping my arms around Renee as I feel the arousal in my boxers grow. She moves her lips to the base of my ear, leaving hot wet kisses up and down my neck. I can't help but allow my arms to shamelessly roam the older girl's ass and back, immediately frustrated by the cloth in my way. 

"You have too many clothes on," I pant, tugging on the white fuzzy sweater vest. Renee lets out a deep sigh, sitting back on my lower thighs, slowly pulling off her glasses. She takes her time in folding them neatly, placing them on the couch I'm leaning against. She is clearly enjoying driving me nuts, but I refuse to give her the satisfaction as she slowly pulls the sweater over her head. "Take your time," I smirk, Renee nodding back. 

"Thank you. I will." She untucks the oversized oxford, slowly unbuttoning it, starting from the top and working her way down. The eye contact we were holding here was enough for me to cum on the spot, but please. I can't let this night end. When she finally reaches the last button, she slides the shirt down her arms, tossing it off to the side. 

I continue to be speechless as I now take in the blonde wearing a red lace bra, no solid fabric at all. The pink nipples erect and perky, staring at me. Or maybe I was staring at them. 

Before I can pull the singer closer to gain some contact, she stands above me. "Take off your pants," she says, undoing her black leather belt and jeans. Trying to ignore the heat growing in my stomach, I quickly tug off my own denim, leaving me in my soaking wet black boxers. 

Renee steps off of the mattress, dropping her jeans, a matching bright red lace thong sitting on her perfect hips. Before I can finishing taking in her gorgeous body, she quickly straddles me again, a smirk evident on her face. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I whisper, Renee cupping my cheeks. She smiles into the kiss, pushing her hips down into mine as our lips move together. The slight friction sending another wave of arousal through my body, my core now soaking through my boxers. 

I grab her ass, the bare skin feeling perfect in my hands. Renee moans into the kiss, moving to intertwine her fingers in my hair as she grinds down onto my lap. The older girl moans into my mouth as I push my hips up to meet hers, the cloth of our underwear getting in the way. 

I reach my hand hand up from her ass and quickly unclasp her bra, Renee giggling against my lips. "You're smooth, Y/Ln," she smirks, sitting up and sliding the lace down her arms. 

Before I can come up with a witty come back or take in her mostly naked form, the singer leans forward and reconnects our lips feverishly. I wrap my right arm around Renee's waist tightly, using my left to push us up. I flip us over, gently laying my favorite blonde on the pillows beneath us. "I have my moments," I smirk, sitting back on my heels and taking off my bra quickly. 

"Why don't you slide these on?" The singer questions, holding up the strap boxers. I laugh lightly, pecking her lips quickly before taking them from her hand. 

"You're funny," I smirk, standing up and sliding my boxers down my legs. I can feel my cum on my thighs as I toss the ruined boxers aside. I slide the strap up my hips, settling the fabric on my thighs so that the dildo sits just above my clit. 

I walk back over to Renee, now with my pillow under her hips, legs open and welcoming for me. I spot the red thong still sitting over her core, knowing she probably was too nervous to take it off. "You're sure?" I ask, the older girl and I having never really discussed this. I see her staring at the dildo between my legs, biting her lip tightly. She nods, a smirk evident as she meets my eyes. 

I crawl forward, placing my left forearm next to the blonde to hold me up. I can feel my strap now resting lightly on the blonde's pelvis, Renee sliding her arms around my waist and letting out a heavy breath at the slight friction. I connect our lips gently, Renee moving her hands up and down my back. 

Our lips move together slowly, both of us savoring this moment. I bring my right hand to the blonde's left tit, massaging the mound gently. Renee bucks her hips as I twist her nipple between my fingers, the strap now pressing firmly between her clit and my lower stomach. 

She deepens the kiss immediately, starting to grind her hips onto the dildo, attempting to get some relief. "What do you need, baby girl?" I smirk against the older girl's lips, sliding my hand down to the waistband of her thong.

"Please just fuck me, Y/n," she begs, cupping my cheeks and pulling me back to her lips. As our lips move together, I take my index finger down to the hemline of Renee's thong, slowly moving down to her core. I slide my finger under the fabric, swirling at her dripping core for a moment. "Oh fuck," she moans, biting her lip and throwing her head back onto the pillows. 

I roughly pull her thong to the right side, lining my cock up with her entrance. I look up at the blonde who is staring between us, biting her lip hard. She has one hand on my right shoulder, the other on my left collar bone, preparing for me to push inside. 

I slowly slide in, Renee immediately letting out a moan of relief. Her nails dig in my back as I move in and out of her slowly. I don't give her everything, even though I could tell she was warmed up and ready. 

"Your pussy is so good, baby," I mumble, not being able to pull my eyes away from the dripping pink folds as my cock slides in and out. Renee moans in response, eyed shut and head thrown back. 

As I start to put more and more in her with every pump, the base of the dildo starts hitting my clit the farther in her I go. "Baby, I need more. I want to cum for you," she says between labored breaths. I place my head in the crook of her neck, our tits meeting in the middle as I leave open mouthed kisses on her neck. 

She now has her right hand entangled in my hair, her left arm wrapped around my back holding me closer as I thrust in and out. Both of us worked up at this point, clearly needing the contact. Every time I thrust in, the dildo is providing my throbbing clit with some much needed relief. I can't control the moans and sounds coming from my body as I feel my orgasm build, this moment being enough to almost send me over the edge. 

"You're taking it so good, princess," I whisper, biting the top of the singer's ear softly. She moans in response, mouth hanging open while she's staring at the ceiling. I can feel myself getting closer, so I pull out and sit back on my knees, Renee groaning at the loss of contact.  The lack of pressure on my own clit causing some annoyance that I ignore in the moment. "Turn around. On your hands and knees," I tell her, Renee rolling her eyes. "Turn. Around."

I move back slightly to let Renee turn over, getting on her elbows and knees, immediately pushing her ass back into me. The dildo is pressed firmly on her clit, the blonde rubbing her hips side to side for some contact. "Put your fucking cock in me and make me cum," she spits, reaching her hand down in between us and aligning the strap at her entrance. 

I decide not to push her saying please, as I was desperate for the relief as well. I thrust all the way in, Renee practically screaming at the sudden contact and arching her back down and pushing her ass into me. I place my left hand on her hip so as I trust in I can pull her back towards me. My right hand smacks her ass, rubbing the reddened skin as I continue to move in and out. 

I can fell the cum from her center through the cloth of the strap boxers, marking my upper thighs with her pleasure. "Fuck, your ass is so perfect," I whisper, the scene before me so incredible. The blonde's curves and movements are the sexist thing I have ever seen as my touch is making the girl below me drip with cum. 

Renee's moans have turned into screams, her head in the pillow and her ass up as I pound into her. The base of the dildo continues to hit my clit, bringing me closer to the orgasm I was desperate for. "Baby, I'm really close," the older girl says through labored breaths.

"You want to cum for me?" I ask sliding my right hand up to her shoulder, speeding up my thrusts and pulling her to backwards to meet my hips. I was getting so close as the base of the strap hits my clit just right, my face numb, my body begging before release. 

"Ugh, ye- yes," she pants, lifting her head up, pushing herself up on her arms. She arches her back and starts moving back and forth to meet my thrusts. "Please let me cum."

"Cum for me, pretty girl," I say, feeling my own orgasm only seconds away. After one more thrust deep into her dripping cunt, Renee comes undone, screaming out as she arches her back farther, her ass crashing into me. 

"Fuck, Y/n, FUCK," she groans, not meeting my thrusts as her orgasm takes over body. She puts her head into the pillow, tugging it closer into her chest, breathing heavily with her mouth hanging open, more moans falling from her lips. 

As I continue thrusting into the blonde as she rides out her orgasm, I cum, watching the blonde beneath me write as she comes down from her high. I let out a loud groan, pulling Renee closer and doing a few sharp, quick thrusts to get me there. 

"I'm gonna cum, baby," I groan, thrusting once more deep into Renee's center, the white heat of my climax taking over my body. "Fuck," I moan loudly, moving in and out of the blonde to ride my own orgasm out. 

The hard rubber of the dildo quickly becomes uncomfortable, at which point I slowly pull out of the blonde and stand up, taking the boxers off. My core is sensitive as the cool air hits it, my own cum staining the inside of the boxers, Renee's staining the outside. 

I look at the blonde to see she has now laid down onto her back, a soft smile on her face as she sees my climb towards her. "Hi," she laughs lightly as I lay on her right side, opening my arms. She comes and cuddles into me, kissing the base of my neck softly. I pull the blanket from the end of the bed up over us, pulling the blonde closer as we settle onto the warm pillows. 

"Thank you for such an incredible birthday," I say softly, my left hand scratching Renee's lower back lightly. "I'm so happy I have you."

The older girl looks up at me, a soft smile on her face. She brings her right hand up to my cheek, running her thumb along the skin softly. "I'm grateful for you too, baby," she smiles, leaning up to kiss me gently. 

"Round 2?" My eyebrows wiggle as the older girl laughs in my face. 

"You're annoying," she giggles, pushing me onto my back and straddling my lap. My hands immediately find their way to her ass, pulling her closer, a smile taking over my face. But at least you're pretty," the shorter girl smirks, cupping my cheeks and pulling me in for a kiss. 

A/n: HI HI HI HI thank you guys again for reading and supporting the story. I am still crazy busy but have been working hard on writing for you guys. I love you all! Thank you!!

[sergeifyodorov]

Any interest in grading everyone’s first day of free agency? Would love to hear your thoughts!!

ooh okay ! well as tuned in as i am i didn't catch everything so this is going to be pretty incomplete/fairly uninformed but here's my attempt:

boston bruins: that zadorov contract LOL AND LMAO (i say as if hes not going to immediately skyrocket to excellence.) that lindholm contract might be even worse with the same caveat. A+ for me, a hater

buffalo sabres: what did they even do? C.

detroit red wings: kane is a bad move + jack campbell is fine at that contract + cam talbot is the epitome of "goalies? what's up with goalies?" + why do they have 4 goalies now. C-

florida panthers: lost montour, lost oel, lost lomberg. that reinhart contract is really good though. C+

montreal canadiens: if slaf continues on his upward trajectory that contract looks great; if he doesn't, they're already bad so it doesn't matter all that much. B

ottawa senators: what did they even do? get noah gregor? i hear he's very fast. C.

tampa bay lightning: where do i even start with this one

toronto maple leafs: the problem w/ all of the leafs' acquisitions is that they are Fine, some of them even Good, but they're just overpaid enough for me to not only get annoyed about it but also see 30 ft of insufferably rancid discourse every time i open twitter. B+

carolina hurricanes: appear to have lost half the guys i remember being on their roster, but the one dude they did end up signing was one of the small handful of good deals i saw handed out today. C

columbus blue jackets: this team's quality does not matter. you know what does matter? gaudreau/monahan reunion. A

new jersey devils: brett pesce's good. B+

new york islanders: anthony duclair's good but i mourn what lou lamoriello will make him do with his hair. C+

new york rangers: what did they even do. C.

philadelphia flyers: MATVEI MICHKOV IS COMING. TELL YOUR FRIENDS, TELL YOUR ENEMIES, TELL TRAVIS KONECNY, TELL EVERYONE!!! A

pittsburgh penguins: incredibly committed to the bit of only signing players over 30 and they don't have poj back yet. C

washington capitals: genuine home runs in here. chychrun... pld... matt roy... didn't even give out valuable picks to acquire these assets! A

chicago blackhawks: i think they're trying to crawl out of this rebuild with no other serious potential core members other than bedard, which don't get me wrong is a bad move, but i also think they're not doing a terrible job of crawling out of the rebuild. B

colorado avalanche: kept jo drouin. C+

dallas stars: lyubushkin is incredibly bad and they gave him 3.25 aav. and casey desmith is there. F

minnesota wild: extended one of the sexiest toothless men on earth jake middleton. A

nashville predators: A+

st louis blues: what did they even do. C

utah hockey club: that durzi price is a bit steep but hey, if you've never had the money before i guess you might as well spend it. also sergachev was a BALLSY move i will miss you my cunty mistress. also we (the nhl) have a fucking iginla again... for our health. we need an iginla. B-

winnipeg jets: what did they even do. C

anaheim ducks: what did they even do. C

calgary flames: sharangovich extension + anthony mantha. tidy bit of business. zayne parekh YOU are the 2025 calder trophy winner. C+

edmonton oilers: managed to get a couple good players on nice cheap contracts, improved their rush game even more somehow, and will have to re-print their goalie's jerseys because they now have two different guys named skinner. A

la kings: gave joel edmundson nearly 4 million dollars a year. D

seattle kraken: stole brandon montour from florida. B+

san jose sharks: unlike the hawks, seem to be actively prepared to break out of the rebuild and trying to do it. toffoli? great! wennberg? a little overpaid but they're trying to hit the cap floor at this point so it's quite good! rumours of pavs return to san jose but you didn't hear it from me. B+

vancouver canucks: jake debrusk is gonna be a good linemate for petey imho. the hronek and myers contracts were a little rich but honestly they seem to be a lot more coherent ideologically than they were just a couple years ago. B

vegas golden knights: basically lost every remaining original misfit/otherwise quality forward in an effort to keep marchessault, and then lost marchessault anyway to the Power Of Divorce. and now they have ilya samsonov as their starting goaltender. F

[ruinedsoulsrp]

Annie couldn't help the laugh that left her at his assertion. While Brett was smart in certain ways; book smarts certainly wasn't one of them, yet he still seemed to be set on the fact that he was some genius and it all amused her. Blue hues trailed down to his sculpted physique as his hand landed on his abdomen, before her eyes lifted to his face at his question, brows raising slightly before a small chuckle fell from her lips. "No, no." she said shaking her head slightly through her laugh. "It's like...charity; generosity, doing good for others, that sort of thing." she explained, giving him the cliff-notes version to keep it easy on him.

"stupid? nah-uh, i'm like . . . the smartest guy in my whole frat." despite his middling grades & inability grasp even the most basic common sense, brett was dead-set on the idea that he was some kind of untapped genius. clapping a hand down on his rock-hard abs as he spoke, he raised his other hand to scratch at the top of his head. "but, uh, if we just pretend for a second like i'm not a total brainiac, what does that word mean? philanthropy? is that like . . . a fancier version of philosophy?" which, admittedly, was also not his best subject.

[puppypeter]

You all know what I'm about to beg for after those brett with baby pics... the-head-coach-a-few-years-into-therapy-adopting-a-baby-as-a-(initially)-single-dad-roy kent fic ft heart-eyes-been-in-love-with-his-bff-for-years-(can-i-be-the-other-dad)-jamie royjamie fic

[kitkat1003]

My korb collection (Ft. Brett. The Cat.)

[packagecfgirlyevil]

"coaxing?" she snorted, rolling her eyes. she'd seen guys like him run game plenty of time, and she knew more often than not, it was a lot of big talk and very little action. "sounds almost...predatory," she replied, tilting her head to the side as she looked up at him. she wasn't immune to how close he was, his body just slightly too far to be in her space, but close enough.

she laid a hand on his chest, her dark tipped nails scratching lightly against the fabric of his shirt; "see, i'm a girl who needs to be wooed," she told him, smiling up at him almost innocently. "i like a man who knows what he wants, and isn't afraid to get it. someone who grabs what they want as soon as they get close enough." her fingers tightened their grip in his shirt, pulling him down just enough to let her lips brush against his ear. "and if you're questioning my hunger, brett," she murmured, "then maybe you should test it out for yourself."

brett's lips twisted into a sly smile that hinted at far more than amusement. the flash of her defiance lit him up in all the right ways, igniting that delicious burn of a challenge he couldn't resist. he let his gaze rake down her frame, unapologetic and brazen, then back up to meet her challenging gaze. she was holding her ground, he liked that. his kind of woman was always one with thorns.

"you're cute when you think you're giving orders," he drawled, his voice laced with honeyed condescension. brett stepped closer, closing some of that charged distance between them, though not all of it—never all of it. a chase needed room to breathe.

"see, the thing is," he began smoothly, tilting his head as he studied her, "i don't do 'chase.' not really my style. i like… coaxing." he cocked an eyebrow at her then, daring her to question. confidence emanated from him like heat from a flame; there was no hesitation in his stance. "you know, drawing someone in until they come willingly. the game's a lot sweeter when both sides are hungry, don't you think?"

[louisisalarrie]

Ever notice lately there’s no pics of the child standing up straight actually next to someone in the family, he’s either a foot away or slouching and I’m not getting into the posed smile pics no one no child especially continually pose the exact same way in all pics

And I won’t get into how it’s a rare occasion the child is next to B either he’s snuggled with “granny” or she has a drink in her hand and can’t put it down

Maybe it’s just me thinking but usually children take pics next to their mother not their grandmother or “family friends”

All of this is to say, he’s almost 5 ft at barely 9 and he’s looking more like Brett and the step uncle than L every passing day and the faked smile is getting old there is not one person or child who has ever posed the exact same way in every candid or posed pic except for him but nope not suspicious at all

And people trying to say Louis is trying to keep him out of the public eye, okay then why does he let the sisters post pics Granny and the UAs and countless fans who have a fixation on him. I don’t know if people realize as a “father” legally he could have his face scrubbed from the internet and NO ONE could post his pic even Granny or B because courts will always side with the privacy and protection of a minor, I mean unless he’s not then he has no power

think what you will but would Louis actually be okay with his “son” being used for likes and engagement even for his sisters? I would hope not, because for a man that screams privacy that screams hypocrisy

oh that kid is zooming past Louis’ height and looking way more like his real parents every day. It’s wild, and they are definitely trying to make up for it with photos either not of him, or he’s awkwardly positioned with that same smile. it’s getting super embarrassing lol

plus anyone saying that Louis is trying to keep him out of the public eye???? Hello????? what do they even mean lol I know more about that kid and have seen more of that kid than I do Ernest and Doris. fucks sake

[bbutterflies]

thanks for the tag @carpetbug!! 💕

shuffle your repeat playlist ten times

1) After - MUNA

2) Blame Brett - The Beaches

3) Casual - Chappell Roan

4) ceilings - Lizzie McAlpine

5) De Selby (Part 2) - Hozier

6) Damage Gets Done - Hozier ft Brandi Carlisle

7) My Kink Is Karma - Chappell Roan

8) After Midnight - Chappell Roan

9) Shower Beer - The Beaches

10) Deny Me - Grace Gardner

I’ll tag @mostmagical @beatrice1979a @girlstressed 🥰🥰

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

I forgot to add certain characters to my last post 😪 so here are the ones I forgot, also requests are closing soon!

[traumadriven-a]

❝ If there is one thing I've learned through various romantic comedies my sister sat me down and forced me to watch, is that love conquers all. You'll get your happy ending, Brett. That much I feel in my gut.❞ Besides a woman like her deserves it -- he'll go toe to toe with fate to prove that to be fact.

He nods his head about Patrick. ❝ Yeah, that is my bestie, my homeboy, my ride or die, whatever the kids are calling it these days.❞ He lets out a laugh, shaking his head at his own attempt at trying to sound hip. ❝ I've known him since high school ,but I went off to the military and missed a lot. So now I'm making it up to him by working at the same hospital.❞

The offer of Molly's comes along and he smiles. ❝ You know what? I'm in.❞

the paramedic smiles at the trauma surgeon, nodding her head to agree before speaking. ❛ well that's not good. but honestly, it happens to the best of us. and it happens when you wish you wouldn't. ❜ she shrugs and places her hands in her jacket pocket. ❛ i think the part that sucks the most is that we literally got together a few months ago. I think he will be back, but ... you never know when kids come into the equation. ❜

❛ wait, are you talking about patrick hadler? ❜ while chicago is a big city , but it is a small world. and patrick did mention something a few nights ago at mollys. you just gotta connect the dots, and that was something that sylvie could do easily. with the right information of course. ❛ patrick and david are amazing. that's awesome you know them. you should definitely come to mollys bar, get to know us first responders at firehouse fifty-one. ❜

[theranilord]

I'm making an OTP playlist and this is what I have so far:

Spock/McCoy - Battlefield by Jordin Sparks

Brett/Regan ~ Too Sweet by Hozier

Yusuke/Koenma

Goeman/Jigen

Luke/Han

Kallus/Garazeb ~ Hello, Hello by Elton John ft. Lady Gaga

Obi-wan/Qui-gon

Draco/Harry ~ Touched by Vast

Sirius/Lupin ~ Animals by Maroon 5

Sherlock/Watson

Q/007

Bilbo/Thorin ~ Drumming Song by Florence and the Machine

Kili/Tauriel

Thranduil/Bard

Jon/Daenerys

Arya/Gendry

Loki/Hulk

Everett/Strange ~ Take Me To Church by Hozier

Wade/Peter ~ Umbrella by Rhianna

Jack/Ianto ~ Should've Said No by Taylor Swift

Doctor/River ~ I Died In Your Arms Tonight by Cutting Crew

Jayne/Simon

Ardeth/Jonathan ~ Desert Rose by Sting

Crowley/Aziraphale

Seaplane/Sheldon

Hargrove/Harrington ~ Bad Guy by Billie Eilish

Eddie/Chrissy

Glenn/Daryl ~ Radioactive by Imagine Dragons

Jack/Daniel ~ Nobody Does It Better ~ Carly Simon

Hannibal/Murdock

Buffy/Spike

Dar/Tao ~

Charles/Erik ~ Rewrite The Stars from Greatest Showman

Dirk/Tod

Hannibal/Will ~ Bruises and Bitemarks by Good With Grenades

Gear/Hotstreak ~ When You're Sober by Evanescence

Carl/Van Helsing ~ As Long As You're Mine from Wicked

Stone/Robotnik ~ Where Evil Grows by The Poppy Family

I regret nothing.