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Shadowboxer

This request features CEO and founder of Anvil, Billy Russo, ruminating on life and other things, and who doesn’t want another peek into this mastermind’s brain? The request for this was made by the amazingly fierce @gollyderek as follows:

As a disclaimer, I delved into this having every intention to somehow get Billy Russo into a fluffy situation, but this was the outcome. Either way, I hope y’all like what I’ve come up with. Thank you for reading!

Image prompt 1: Billy Russo x reader

Trigger warning: mentions of murder, sex

Rating: PG13-R due to triggers above as well as language

Word count: 873

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Thanks to @delos-destinations and @the-blind-assassin-12 for beta reading.

Billy stood straight as a rod, shoulders squared and chin slightly lifted. He held a glass tumbler of amber brandy in one hand, sipping leisurely as he looked out at the New York skyline from the large picture windows that presented quite a view, casting varying streams of sunlight and shadow over the hardwood flooring of his penthouse. Silhouette outlined with sunlight, an ethereal glow was cast along the planes of his body. He’d already discarded his suit jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his pristine, white button- up, Hermès tie still in a perfect Windsor knot at the base of his neck.

Narrowing his eyes, Billy peered at a flash of color that caught his eye. Following the slow floating of a hot air balloon far in the distance, he lifted his brandy to his lips, drinking the remainder of what had been left. Fucking Central Park idyllic tourist bullshit. His lip curled in disdain as he continued to stare, only turning away long enough to pour more Courvoisier from his decanter.

It had been a fuck of a long time since he’d thought about you. You, with your smile that rivaled his, your deep dimples and long, black eyelashes. You, with your laugh that sounded like the music of a wind chime, thick hair that always gave off a slight scent of apple from your shampoo. You, with your never ending legs, your perfect ass, your heels that dug into his back as he rolled his hips into yours; you, who could make him twitch just by moaning his name.

He knew he had to stop fucking you when he kept having the invasive thought that it wouldn’t be terrible if you stayed overnight. He knew he had to avoid you; he’d taken you as his plus-one to several high-profile events, and he began to think of you as his date instead of jaw-dropping eye candy on his arm that he’d discard after the gala was over and the sex was done. Billy was having thoughts and urges that he refused to give into. He had to leave you by the wayside because those ideas you’d put into his head without words were dangerous.

Billy had never shied away from danger; he seeked it, encouraged it. He craved danger, it was the only element in his life that he needed. Danger was always there, never a disappointment. It was an integral part of his work, and it wasn’t left at Anvil. When he came home, on the rare instances when he was off-duty, danger followed. It was like a second shadow Billy carried with him.

Danger… Billy lived it. But the danger you brought along with you wasn’t the version Billy had ever encountered. He’d never allowed himself to get involved in love. It was an obstacle that would do nothing but get in his way. He was a very busy, very rich workaholic. Love would get in the way of his work, his reputation, the lifestyle he’d built for himself and enjoyed. Love would push aside the prospect of other women moaning his name while gripping his sheets.

Even if Billy entertained the idea of love— which he didn’t— he absolutely knew that he didn’t have the capacity. He was emotionally unavailable, and as charming as he was, he was aware of the emptiness in his eyes, every day, during his morning routine, looking in the mirror as he deftly tied a flawless Windsor knot just before smoothing gel into his hair. He had no reaction to the vacancy there; it was the very antithesis of the wild, inky black, almost maniacal hatred that consumed his eyes during and after completing a task that had to be done. A self-satisfied look a grandiosity followed, but the impassibility eventually returned.

He was born unloved by a father he never knew and a mother— only in a strict, biological sense, nothing more— who loved meth more than she ever thought about loving her son. Billy had never felt love and was incapable of giving something he’d never had.

Billy inhaled deeply through his nose. He rolled his neck side-to-side, shrugged each shoulder in an attempt to reset himself. He exhaled slowly but felt his jaw flex, his nostrils flare in irritation and disgust. The ice in his tumbler was melting into the brandy, diluting it’s kick. After one more long sip, he turned and walked away from the window, the view, that fucking hot air balloon carrying nothing but delusion.

He would have rented one of those, maybe, if you’d asked him to, for an anniversary or birthday or something to do on a Friday night. He could have, but he didn’t. Billy Russo had to stay grounded, present, waiting, calculating, succeeding. Fuck if he’d ever contemplate the allowance of abandoning those things and losing his head for any sort of clouding in his mind. It was entirely unfathomable. The danger that sank its claws into Billy and attached itself to his life with permanence was ground-level, and as he turned to walk away, it was there, large and distorted, looming in front of him. Danger was the one thing that preceded Billy. And Billy always followed.

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dylanobrusso · 5 years

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All of This: Part 10 - The Finale

We’ve reached the end my friends! Thank you all for reading/liking/commenting/reblogging! It means the world to me!!!

Thank you so much again to @obscurilicious cause I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you lolllll.

This one is a lot of dialogue but it all needed to be said. ;) I hope you all enjoy. I had so much fun writing for Logan for the first time ever and now I want to keep at it!

Trigger Warnings: Language, mentions of substance abuse

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It’d been a month now since you’d seen Logan. You tried texting and calling him after he kicked you out of his house that night, but he screened your calls and left your messages on read.

You were 100% deserving of that, though. Logan let you into his home and opened up to you...and you shat all over him with your “you’re not boyfriend material” spiel. You felt awful. The guilt kept you awake most nights and for a while, you avoided seeing Gabe or anyone who would be in his inner circle in effort to not see Logan. The very least you could do was give him the space he obviously wanted. Shit, you knew it wasn’t just space he wanted...he flat out didn’t want to see you again.

Sure fucked that up, Y/N.

Work, fortunately, kept you busy, but you couldn’t help but to think about him. Gabe was all caught up with the events that happened at Westworld...and at Logan’s fancy beach house. He was worried to return to work the following day in fear that Logan would be a dick to him, but according to Gabe, work was running just fine.

James was released from the hospital less than a week after his heart attack, Gabe told you. He nearly jumped right back into work, despite being told to take it easy. Gabe seemed to become close with Juliet who was now working directly at his building due to wanting to keep an eye on James’ health.

Life was back to normal and you often found yourself wondering if you’d ever see Logan again. Surely you’d run into him at some point since he’s Gabe’s boss. You attended nearly every event with Gabe in hopes to see him...but he was never there. You figured it was for the best.

It was the holiday season now and the streets were lined with Christmas lights and decor. Gabe asked if you’d help him and Juliet put together a Christmas party for the staff, wanting to show appreciation for all the hard work the employees put in over the year. You figured it was Gabe’s idea since James didn’t seem much of a sentimental person, and you were surprised to know Juliet was all for it.

She wasn’t always present at the events that Delos went to, mostly because she had other matters that she had to attend to apparently. This was going to be the first time you’d see her since being with Logan at the hospital. Part of you hoped this was Gabe’s way of setting you up and surprising you with having Logan be there. But your hopes were diminished when you walked in to the ballroom and saw no sight of him.

“Hi, Y/N!” Juliet smiled, waving you over. “It’s good to see you!”

You were surprised by how friendly she was, but you should’ve figured Logan wouldn’t have told her about you and what happened. “Hey, it’s good to see you again too. What are we working on?”

Juliet explained that she wanted to work out an auction for the event, have a “naughty Santa” and a full open bar with holiday themed drinks. “So this is where the backdrop is going to be here for the photographer. I just need to-Oh, excuse me,” she smiled at you when her phone rang. Once she answered, she walked away quickly and you found yourself walking around the large room. Most of the decorations were already put up, with some of the ballroom’s employees working late to set up icicle style chandeliers and large candy canes.

“Sorry about that,” Juliet sighed. “My brother can be so needy sometimes.” Your eyes widened and you had to close your mouth from your jaw dropping to the floor. She was talking to Logan?

“Oh, yeah, I guess he is...” You put on a fake laugh and followed her as she continued to show you what she would need help with. You cleared your throat, not meaning to interrupt. “H-how is he, by the way?”

Her brows furrowed, laughing a little at your question. “Don’t you know?”

“Know what?”

“I just figured you’d know how he is,” she shrugged. “He talks about you all the time.”

Oh my god.

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You faked an emergency, feeling bad for lying to Juliet, but ran out back to your car.

He talks about me? To his sister? About me? It’s been almost two months...

Gabe was just walking inside and you nearly ran into him and the two boxes he was carrying. “Woah, mija! Where you off to?”

“Gabe!” You shouted a little too loudly. “Logan talks about me? Why didn’t you ever say anything? Is it good talking? Is it bad talking? Does he talk shit about me? Ohh, my god, I bet he’s just been talking shit. But Juliet said-”

“Woah, slow down,” he sighed, placing the boxes down. “Yeah, he talks about you,” he nodded. “I know you like him...but you also told me your concerns with getting hurt again, so I didn’t want to tell you.”

“Well what does he say?!”

He laughed, shaking his head. “He mostly asks me how you’re doing. If you’re seeing anyone, what you’ve been up to...”

There was something he wasn’t telling you and you glared, trying to urge the words to come out. “Gabriel Luis Torres, what is it?!”

“Yo no se! He just likes you is all,” he shrugged.

“Is this the part in the movie where I go after him?” You breathed, nearly dancing on your toes. Gabe shook his head and you furrowed your brows. “Why not?”

“There’s something else I haven’t told you.” He grabbed your hand and sat you down next to him on a small side wall. “He doesn’t work for the company anymore.”

“What? Why?”

“His dad...he’s my boss, Dios ayúdame, but he’s a dick. I’m not too sure what happened, really. But after you guys came back and James was able to return to work, shit went down. I heard yelling from in their office and then Logan just walked out. Haven’t seen him since,” he shook his head, frowning at you. “What I do know is he has trouble with drugs. He’s apparently struggled with it for a while and according to Juliet, it’s gotten worse since he left. He showed up at James’ ‘Get Well’ party not long after, and he looked...rough.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You knew James was shitty and you knew Logan dabbled in drugs, but this was a lot to hear. Apparently James’ party was a few weeks ago and though Juliet would hear from Logan from time to time, they figured he’s just been out and about at parties since nobody had seen him.

“Y/N, you really hurt him. That day he came back to work, he treated me fine, but you could see it in his face.” Gabe frowned at you, shaking his head. “I know German hurt you, but you didn’t even give Logan a chance to prove you wrong.”

You hated how right Gabe always was. You were tired of being stubborn. Tired of trying to keep your heart locked away because of an ex’s mistakes. Logan did live a very different lifestyle then you, but that didn’t make you any better than him. Logan called you on your shit when you saw him at the charity event with German and Gabe. “You think we’re some stuck up, rich assholes, I bet.”

He was right. You did feel that way. You didn’t see how money could make someone have this superior, god complex toward other people. But in turn, you had that mentality toward them...and Logan.

And Logan had been nothing but nice to you! Sure, he would be a bit of an asshole with his “poor people” jokes, but you always knew he was only kidding. God, you’d never felt like this much of a bitch before. The fact that Logan would still talk about you just showed how much your words hurt him.

You hugged Gabe quickly and made way for your car. They may think he’s been out partying, but you knew better.

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You weren’t sure if Logan would even answer the door, but you drove to his house anyway. Thankfully, you’d stayed awake the entire trip to his house so you remembered the cross streets in Malibu in how to get there. A weather alert popped up on your phone showing that a storm was expecting to come today.

It was almost laughable really. California was in it’s driest right now, and you could hardly remember the last time it rained. You slowed down as you approached the stop sign then gunned it down Logan’s street. Once you got out of the car you saw just how cloudy it was. It seemed like it was coming this way as you could see rain way off in the middle of the ocean.

Shaking your nerves, you marched up to Logan’s front door and knocked. No answer. Though you weren’t surprised. You peered through one of the many windows and saw no sign of movement. You did see a lot of clutter in his living room, though. With a sigh, you walked down the steps round the back of the house to poke your head up and see if he was on the balcony. No sign of him anywhere. His pool area was empty too.

Feeling discouraged, you wished you could somehow see inside his garage. At least then you’d know if he was hiding from you in his house or had actually left. Thunder echoed in the air just after a bright flash of lightning. It was only 3 in the afternoon but it looked like it was 8 at night.

Getting back in your car, you tried to think of all the places he’d be. You noticed then that his driveway had a seemingly wet spot, most likely from the car’s A/C. You felt like Nancy Drew but put the clues together that he clearly wasn’t home. Or that he sat in his car for a bit before going in the garage... “Fuck!” You yelled. You were feeling frustrated, wanting to find him. If nobody had seen him since James’ party two weeks ago, who knows where he could be.

Juliet didn’t seem upset when she got off the phone with Logan earlier, though. So he must not be in any sort of trouble. The storm was approaching the shore now, and not wanting to get stuck, you decided to drive off.

Though it was a bit out of your way past your apartment, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to go to the coffee shop in LA. It was finally raining after all and you needed some time to unwind at this moment.

There wasn’t heavy traffic and a normally hour and a half drive only took you about 45 minutes. The parking out front of the shop was full, though, so you drove around to find a nearby lot you could park at. Not far from the shop was the same lot Logan had instructed you to park at the night he took you to dinner at the Japanese steakhouse.

How wonderfully ironic.

The streets were dark from the clouds above and you took your time walking. Most of the tourists around were going inside gift shops, trying to hide out from the approaching storm. A couple of kids on their skateboard flew past you, doing tricks to impress a few girls who were watching.

Once you reached the coffee shop, you saw quite a few people decide to wait for the storm to pass inside. It wasn’t a Starbucks, not even a Barney’s. It was large enough to hold some people but you’d never seen it this busy.

“Hey, Y/N! Long time no see,” the owner smiled. One year in the fall it was exceptionally rainy and you made small talk with the staff, ever since then you became friendly with the owners. “Your usual?”

“Hi, Joey. If you can remember it, yes,” you chuckled, making your way through the long line that had formed. A couple of people griped about him taking your order ahead of everyone else but you figured that was just a perk of being a local. “It’s pretty busy today, huh?”

Joey laughed, steaming the milk for your latte. “Yeah, the rain always brings people in. That’s how we got you to be a loyal customer, isn’t it?” He joked as he scooted behind one of the other baristas to serve coffee to another guest. You hoped that your couch in the corner wasn’t occupied right now. You couldn’t even see down the small hallway because of all the people.

Lightning flashed and shadows formed along the walls as some of the kids inside screamed. The thunder was roaring and the rain soon began to pour down, creating a peaceful sound as it hit the roof. You sighed happily, anxious to curl up on the couch.

“Here you go,” Joey grinned passing you your cup. You reached in to your purse but Joey shook his head. “No, it’s on the house.”

You smiled in thanks and tried to push past the people in line to head back into your corner. At first glance, you were bummed that you saw someone who was already sitting. But another look in front of you showed that it was Logan who was sitting there.

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People around seemed to be oblivious as to who was just sitting there in all his handsome glory. But as you got closer, you saw he didn’t look himself at all. His cheek bones were more predominant, his eyes were sunken with dark bags to match. His usually sleek black hair was disheveled, nearly sticking up on all ends.

Yet there he sat on the couch. Your couch. Well, the coffee shop’s couch. A coffee in his hand, looking out the large window at the rain. You took a deep breath before coming any closer and cleared your throat. “This seat taken?”

He jumped, startled at someone talking to him - or maybe it was your voice? His ears seemed to go back as his eyes widened. He sat up straight as he scooted further into the sofa’s corner, making room for you to sit down.

“Hey,” you whispered.

He stared at you like he couldn’t believe you were actually there. Now that he was actually looking at you, though, you figured he must be high. “H-hey.”

“What are you doing here?” You winced, unsure of what the hell to say. You sat your coffee on the table and leaned toward him, scared to make any sudden moves. He looked so fragile.

“Someone once told me they like to come here when it rains. It helps them unwind,” he smiled then, though it looked sad. You had no idea how bad this drug problem was and seeing it up close broke your heart.

“Logan,” you frowned, cautiously putting your hand on his. He tensed at first but then slowly relaxed under your touch. “Logan, I am so fucking unbelievably sorry. For what I said. For whatever happened with your dad. For whatever it is you’re dealing with. I shouldn’t have left. I should’ve stayed and explained myself further. Hell, I shouldn’t have said anything that I said.”

He didn’t seem to be listening, although you couldn’t tell even if he was. He was looking down at your hands on his, rubbing small circles in his palm with your thumb. He seemed to be taking a deep breath, and when he exhaled, it sounded shaky.

“Can we please talk?”

He looked up at you then with wide, wet eyes. A tear fell down his face when he tried to open his mouth to talk. He shook his head several times, muttering “sorry”’s and you hushed him before wrapping your arms around him. He sobbed into your chest and you rocked him like a small child, rubbing his back and whispering in his ear.

“No. No, you don’t apologize. It’s okay, Logan. You’re okay,” your own eyes were watering now as you held him. You had no idea what brought him to this point. You hoped that it had nothing to do with you, especially since you and Logan had barely known each other when you said those things. Surely you didn’t mean much to him-if at all?

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” he muttered into your shirt. He raised his head to look at you and you used your hands to wipe his tears. “I wanted to see you so many times. I knew you were going with Gabe to all of these Delos events, but my dad...” His voice trailed off, maybe he was unsure how much he wanted to tell you.

“Logan, I only went to those events to see you,” you smiled sadly. “Gabe just told me today...he told me everything. Well, everything he knows. I would’ve made a bigger effort if I knew shit really had hit the fan that badly.”

He sighed, closing his eyes as he listened to you talk. “You wanted to see me?”

“I did. I do,” you corrected yourself. “I just drove here from your house in Malibu. I was trying to find you...I knocked several times but I didn’t see you inside. I figured you must’ve not been home. Then I saw that there was a storm coming.”

“Why would you try to look for me?” He seemed so confused, as if all of the things you said would somehow negate your feelings toward him. Jesus, Y/N, of course he wouldn’t think your feelings were genuine after that.

“Because,” you shrugged. You knew telling him you care about him would sound silly. Especially since how rough you were when you last saw him. “Logan, I don’t deserve to have you hear me out. Not after what I said to you. But I want to help you get home, make sure you’re okay. And then...once you’re sober, if you’re willing, I’d like to talk to you.”

He didn’t say anything but he did lean his head against your shoulder and squeezed your hand.

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The rain cleared nearly as quickly as it came. Logan ended up falling asleep on your shoulder and you gently nudged him awake, seeing how he felt about walking. He apparently had his driver drop him off here so you held on to his hand as you two walked back to your car.

“You can lay the seat back if you want,” you whispered as he buckled in. He just nodded as he reclined the seat and looked out the window. His hand still stayed intertwined with yours as you drove back to Malibu.

He didn’t say anything for the whole ride and you weren’t sure how much of that was due to him being high...or if he just didn’t want to talk to you. Once you parked, he pulled his seat back up and exited the car, walking towards the step of his house. You followed closely behind him and felt nervous he was going to change his mind and turn around, telling you to get lost.

Instead, he opened the door for you before slugging over to the couch. You’d seen some of the clutter from looking through the windows, but this just wasn’t like Logan at all.

On the coffee table was a half full needle, a stained spoon and lighter. You cleared your throat, trying to find your voice at the sight. You’d encountered heavy drug users before but never saw their things lying around like this. Logan had his eyes shut with his head resting against the back of the sofa, and you quietly gathered the things from the table.

You disposed of them in a garbage bag, tied tightly, and took out the rest of the trash in the kitchen before throwing it in the bin outside. Once you felt like the living room was manageable, you tiptoed your way into his bedroom where there was even more clutter. You washed his sheets for him and picked up some more trash along the way. Once you made his bed, you trotted back downstairs where Logan seemed to still be sleeping.

You silently sat on the opposite end of the couch, but your movement seemed to wake him. “You didn’t have to clean anything,” he mumbled, opening one eye to look at you.

“I did. Besides it being the least I can do, I wanted to,” you sighed, watching him sit up.

“Maybe I should hire you as my maid,” he smiled and it was the first time you’d seen him smile - genuinely - since nearly two months ago.

“How are you feeling?” You bit your lip, leaning a bit closer.

“Sober, sadly.” Logan shrugged as he looked over at you. “How are you feeling?”

“This isn’t about me. I want to make sure you’re okay. I-I don’t want to intrude. But did you want to talk about it?”

“Nah,” he said all too quickly. “Nothing to talk about. But if I remember correctly, you wanted to talk about something?” He furrowed his brows, leaning his head back again to rest.

You nodded slowly, turning yourself around to fully face him. “If you’re willing to listen. I don’t deserve you to, but-”

“Cut the shit,” he rolled his eyes, waiving at you to urge you to keep talking. “Just spit it out.”

You nodded before taking a deep breath. “My first apology back at Westworld wasn’t sincere. I fucked up and said hurtful things to you...here...in your own house. The one place you feel like you can unwind and just relax. I spilled all of that on you just after you trusted me with something personal like that, and shortly after we went to the hospital for your dad, Christ’s sakes! I fucked up, Logan. I spoke out of fear...fear from living in the past and reminiscing on all the bullshit German put me through. None of that excuses what I said, but the fact is that I took it out on you. And it was wrong of me to speak that way about you. Especially since I truly don’t even know you,” you were rambling now.

The word vomit came up again and you were hoping you could explain yourself in a way that he could understand.

“Hell, you could probably be the best boyfriend a girl could have! I wouldn’t know, but what I do know is that I’ve been hurt. And with us getting closer that week, I freaked out. I didn’t want to put myself in a vulnerable situation again, and instead, I said some hurtful shit. I don’t deserve you to listen to me, but I’m sorry, Logan. I’m honestly so sorry. I know I can’t prove to you how sorry I am-hell, my last ‘I’m sorry’ apparently wasn’t even true. But I know I’m sorry. For real, this time. You’re not a bad person, Logan. I’m the stuck up, pompous asshole. Not you. And you didn’t deserve that..”

You forced yourself to stop talking then because you know you wouldn’t be able to shut up if you continued. You were tearing up now, nervous to see what Logan’s reaction would be. You have no idea if he even listened to what you said. Truthfully, if you put yourself in his shoes, you probably would’ve tuned out the other person, too.

He sniffed before clearing his throat, twiddling his thumbs on his lap. He said nothing still and you knew he was trying to find a nice way to tell you to “go fuck yourself”.

Sighing, you slowly got up from the couch to grab your bag and made your way toward the front door. You knew your place now. And you deserved it. You’d just put your bag in your passenger seat and opened the driver’s side door when Logan walked outside.

“Feels pretty shitty huh?” He donned a tight lipped smile while he walked closer. “That’s how I felt after you left last time. I kicked you out because I didn’t even have the words to say to all that,” he chuckled. “And now you’re leaving again after all that rambling, and I-” He sighed, shaking his head as he closed your car door. “I’m bad at speaking, too. I just say things without thinking sometimes. I know that’s why I come across as an asshole.”

You weren’t sure where this was going, but the air had left your lungs once more as he stood so close to you.

“You know why I left Delos?” He asked which you shook your head in response. “I was tired of dealing with my dad’s shit. Hearing him say all the things he would say to me, about me. I realized it wasn’t worth it. I told him to ‘fuck off’ and left,” he shrugged. “That day, I wished I had been able to say the same to you, but I’m glad I didn’t. Because even though you said some shitty things, you still apologized. My dad? Heh, he hasn’t muttered an apology a day in his life. You were hurt, and you’re right, it doesn’t justify what you said. I don’t want to be this guy who fits into this rich bachelor stereotype. I don’t want to live up to what my dad thinks of me.”

You stayed silent, wanting him to show that you were listening. You didn’t want to open your mouth and let the word vomit spew all over again.

“Even though you said it, I know you didn’t mean it. You came to find me, to try to help me. I know it’s a cliche’, but maybe actions do speak louder than words.” Sighing, he placed his hand on the hood of your car and leaned. “I never said German’s real name because Cock Sucker always seemed to bring a smile to your face, and I knew that putting a name to the bad memories only delays healing.”

You nodded, wondering if you should say something now or wait. He was seeming to think of what to say next before his face lit up.

“I want a fresh slate. Let’s start over. We didn’t exactly have a great first few impressions of each other. You have a crazy ex who tried to fight me, and even though I knew that, I was selfish and just wanted you in my bed.” He smiled as he placed his hand out for you to shake and you laughed, releasing what little air you had left in your lungs. “Hi, I’m Logan. Some may call me a pompous asshole, but I’d like you to get to know me before you fit me into those stereotypes.”

You chuckled, shaking his hand. “Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m a bitch and have a really bad case of word vomit.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” he grinned, still shaking your hand. “Oh, hey, I see you’re about to leave, but I could really use some company around here sometimes. I don’t know if you know anyone?”

At this point, your cheeks hurt grinning so wide. “I may know someone,” you nodded.

“Perfect.”

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- One year and 6 months later -

“Gabe, we’re going to be late!!” You shouted as Gabe nearly tumbled down the stairs.

“Ay dios! I’m sorry! I have to make sure all the lights are off in this place. It’s so much easier when Eli is home,” Gabe pouted before shrugging on his jacket.

You rolled your eyes, placing your hands on his shoulders and pushing him out the front door. “Yeah, yeah, it’s so hard when your boyfriend leaves you to take care of the huge mansion you two share. Let’s go!”

Gabe drove you two to downtown L.A. where you and Juliet were hosting a small, surprise get together for Logan. It was his one year sober anniversary and you all wanted Logan to feel comfortable, loved and proud. Juliet rented out Logan’s favorite restaurant and invited the people he was closest to.

Since Juliet went behind James’ back and rehired Logan, he was helping the business succeed more than ever before. His sobriety helped him to focus on work and establishing relationships with clients rather than turning to drinking or using heroin.

Juliet even stepped up to her dad and William all while standing up for Logan. James seemed to think of William as the “son he never got to have” and had him work directly under him at an office far along the north end of the coast. Things were looking up for Logan since he checked himself into rehab and no longer had his lunatic father screaming in his ear.

You and Logan remained on very good terms, to say the least. You helped him focus on healthier habits and you both even started working out and cooking together. You started going to therapy to work on some of your own issues (you wanted to also control your word vomit) and your uneasiness to opening up to people.

From the outside looking in, it seemed like you two were now living perfect lives. But it wasn’t easy. There was always those days. The times when you knew to be there for Logan even when he didn’t think he needed somebody. The times when Logan had to tell you to “let it all out” even though you wanted to hold it all in.

“Surprise!” The five of you shouted, grinning from ear to ear when Juliet walked in with Logan.

His jaw dropped, staring at you all surrounding the large table that had balloons and streamers behind it. “What the hell is this?” He laughed.

“For your one year, goofball!” Juliet chuckled, nudging him in the ribs.

“Y/N and I have only been dating for 6 months, though.”

Oh, yeah, and there was that.

Juliet rolled her eyes before his face softened and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. “Thanks, Jules.”

He took long strides toward you next, smiling down at you before placing his hands on either side of your face. “And thank you,” he grinned before placing his lips on yours in a soft kiss that always left you wanting more. “All of this? I wouldn’t have ever dreamed of being able to achieve before.”

“We’re partners, right?” You smiled watching as he licked his bottom lip and nodded.

“I love you, Clue.”

You grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck as you stood on your toes to kiss him again. “I love you, Logan.”

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Omg I just saw that you opened your follower event up to prequel/sequels for your gif Drabble event and I’m so excited!!

And now I need a sequel to my Fiona Gallagher angst gif Drabble with the prompts “That’s my girl!” from the fluff list and “I missed you so much, baby” and “Take off your clothes” from the smut list 🙌🏼🙌🏼

Oh this has just made my day 🥰🥰

Part One

warning: steamy (my first explicit female x female scene! Let me know how I did!, it's brief, but I like it)

Fiona hadn’t spoken to you in five days, and it was killing her. You came around to see the kids, spent a few hours helping Ian study, did a con with Lip, but you never came into the house. Never asked to see her.

And Fiona was desperate for you.

Knowing you’d be at Carl’s football game, Fiona made sure to wear a short leather skirt with her jersey; she knew how much you loved her legs. And so she made a show of sitting and crossing them on the bleachers, just a few feet away from you. Of course, once the game started, you were both on your feet, screaming at the refs and cheering Carl on, and Fiona loved how much you loved her brother, her family. You were always there for her, always a supportive, encouraging force in her life—like V, except you two fucked. And as much as Fiona had loved Jimmy/Steve (read: loved, past tense), she knew that she had hit the jackpot with you.

You were her soulmate.

She was watching you now, those big brown eyes of hers tracing your form, hunger for your touch. When Carl broke another kid’s nose, you clapped and cheered as if he’d won the damn game. Fiona watched, touched, as Debbie ran down to you, getting your advice on the popular girls in her class. Liam practically jumped out of Lip’s arms to greet you, and Ian and Lip kept leaving her to go talk to you.

They really loved you. And you loved them. It was clear in your smile, your shimmering, beautiful eyes, your laugh. Fiona felt an ache in her chest as she watched you, and she wondered how in the hell did she last this long without having you with her. How did she go to bed each night without kissing you first? How did she wake up in the morning without her hands on you, your soft flesh warming her up before she was even fully awake? How did she manage the house without you by her side? How did she do a damn thing without her love? Fiona was still deep in though when she felt a hand on her thigh. She turned, wide eyed, to see a man sitting next to her.

“Fiona Gallagher,” he grinned over at her, “Long time.”

It took her a second, but finally she remembered him—and the high school quick fuck she’d had with him all those years ago. “Right,” she took his hand and moved it off of her, “Travis, right?”

He frowned, “Uh, no… Actually, it’s Trevor.”

“Okay,” she said, her disinterest clear. She turned back to the game.

“So, uh… I’m in town visiting my dad,” he started, “I thought maybe me and you could… hang out?” His hand was on her knee again, and Fiona felt the anger rise up in her. But this was Carl’s game, and she didn’t want to cause a scene…

…except then she looked up and saw you watching her—watching them—and Fiona couldn’t let you think she was entertaining this clown.

So she stood up and punched him.

The crowd gasped, and Trevor-Travis ran off, calling her a bitch. But Fiona was only focused on you…

…and the wide smile on your face.

“That’s my girl!” You cried out, nothing but pride on your face.

Fiona was out of self-control, as soon as she saw that smile directed at her, she had no choice but to go to you. She ran to you, launching herself into your arms, and kissed you. Her heart floated when you kissed her back.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” she said, breathless from your kiss, “I was a dick, it’s hereditary, but it was wrong, I was wrong, I’m so fucking sorry, I—”

You silenced her with a kiss. “You’re more than a dick,” you grinned, “You’re an ass. But you’re my ass, and I love you,” you kissed her again, your tongue going into her mouth, making Fiona’s knees weak, “I missed you so much, baby,” you whispered against her pursed lips.

That was all she needed to hear. “Lip, take the kids out to eat after the game,” she said, grabbing a fistful of crumpled bills and thrusting them at her brother, “Take as long as you need.”

He grinned, putting the cash in his pocket, “Right back at’cha.”

It didn’t take long for you and Fiona to get home. She slammed you against the kitchen counter, your mouths connected. She couldn’t get enough of you; she needed you. Fiona Gallagher needed you. And she didn’t need easy. “Take off your clothes.”

You grinned, “Take ‘em off for me.”

She didn’t need to be told twice.

You and Fiona made it to her bed in record time, shedding clothes around the way. She pushed you onto your back on the bed, and for a second, she had to stop.

“What?” You asked, confused.

Fiona shook her head. “Nothing. I’m just lucky.”

She crawled over your body, leaving kisses along the way until she was kissing your mouth again. Her hand shimmied down between the two of you, two delicate fingers stroking your core. The two of you made out like that, tongues sliding together as Fiona fingered you, until you were gasping into her mouth as you came. Satisfied that you were satisfied, Fiona raised her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean, hungry for your taste. You grinned back, gently pressing your hand on the top of her head.

She got the message.

Fiona was an expert at eating you out. She knew how to lick and suck and kiss your wetness until all you could say was her name, and this was no different. If anything, she was more aware of the effect she had on you now, and she was dedicated to making this the best damn make-up sex you’d ever had. Smirking, she took hold of your ankles and held your legs apart. Fiona took a second to admire your pretty, pink pussy, wet and open and all for her. She buried her face between your legs and let go of your ankles, instead reaching up to palm your breasts, kneading your nipples between her wet fingers as you gasped and moaned.

“Fuck, Fiona!” You cried out, legs shaking. You came again, and just like she wanted…

…all you could say was her name.

Grinning, Fiona kissed her way back to your face, her eyes soft as she looked down at you. You were beautiful, you were perfect… you were hers. “Stay,” she whispered, an echo of what she’d said to you that night, the night of your fight, “please.”

You kissed her, “I’m here,” you promised, “I’m not going anywhere. Now, you told the kids to stay out all night, so…

…why don’t you grab the box under the bed and we can really get this party started?”

Fiona damn near flipped the bed, she was so eager to fulfil your request. Truly, she didn’t need to rush like this. After all…

…you had all night.

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Hi, could I please request a sequel to this rio fic? It’s not sitting right with me how it ended😩 maybe a mix of angst & fluff with the prompt “I never meant to hurt you.” But honestly whatever you come up with! Thanks💖

Part One

“Shoot me,” you said again, your gun pointed at him, “now, before reinforcements come. Shoot me, or I’m gonna have to shoot you.”

“I can’t—”

“—They’re already on their way!” You shouted, your whole body shaking. “You have to! Do it, do it and head south,” you ordered, “Just…” You closed your eyes, dropping your gun and tossing it to the side. “…please, Rio… Please…”

Rio whipped his gun out, his eyes glossy as he stared over at you. “I love you.”

And then there was a loud bang, and your body hit the floor. Your eyes fluttered shut, your body not even registering the pain, and as you felt yourself begin to lose consciousness, you heard Rio’s voice above you.

“I love you mama…

…I’ll come back for you.”

Your eyelids fluttered as you dreamt of your last conscious moment. You could see Rio’s eyes, amongst the darkness you were currently floating in and out of, you could see the pain and emotion as he looked at you.

Fuck.

Your career was all but over now, you knew. You’d been tasked with bringing in Rio, and you failed. Sure, you had a pretty good excuse—a shot to your side slowed you down enough for him to get away—but it would take Turner less than a minute to see through it. You groaned in your sleep, feeling the white hot pain of Rio’s bullet burning into your flesh. Your career was over, and a criminal was roaming free…

…and you couldn’t bring yourself to regret it.

As much as you loved your job, as much as you wanted to rise within the ranks—you loved Rio more. You always had. Hell, Rio had been your first love. You’d traded kisses with him on the back of the bus, patched him up after fights, slept in his arms, sneaking out through the window before his grandmother could catch you… Rio was your everything, and as much as you tried to deny it and act like you were over him, you weren’t.

And now he was gone.

You’d told him to head South, and you could only pray that he listened. If he was smart—which you knew he was—he’d be half-way to some comfy island, well out of the U.S’s jurisdiction. He said he would come back for you, and you had no doubt that he would want to, but it was impossible. He’d have to stay away for at least the next few years, if not longer, to avoid detection. Still though, it was worth it.

You woke up alone, greeted only by the steady beeping of whatever machine was currently hooked up to you. Your side hurt, and you covered it with your hand, taking slow, steadying breaths until you could open up your eyes again. Gingerly, you took hold of the remote that was next to you, pressing the button that lifted your mattress until you were effectively sitting up. From there, it was a painful stretch to grab your chart. The gunshot wound wasn’t too bad, according to the doctors; the bullet had gotten lodged in your flesh, which had been the main problem. Rio had been very deliberate with how and where he shot you; you’d be on your feet and back in the field (or, more likely, demoted to a desk) within a week. Sighing, you sat back in your bed, closing your eyes. What the hell had you done? Still a bit woozy from surgery, it wasn’t long before you were falling asleep, dreaming of the same man you’d been dreaming about every night for the last few years—Rio. Your Rio. You were pulled from your fitful slumber by the sound of the door, and by the time you wrestled yourself awake, whoever had entered had already exited.

And they left something for you.

Underneath your hand was a folded piece of paper, and your heart pounded as you opened it. You recognized the handwriting immediately. Rio. His message was simple: “see you soon”. You turned the paper over; it was an itinerary. It included a hotel, a plane ticket, and a reservation at a restaurant down in Miami.

It took you less than six hours to get out of the hospital and on a plane.

Now you sat, bandages wrapped around your side, body sore and still healing, at a brunch spot near the beach in Miami. You were exhausted, but more than that, you were anxious. What if this was a trap? Rio was nothing if not prudent, maybe he wanted to wipe you out, get you off of his back once and for all. But that was the agent in you. You knew he would never do that. Hell, you could still see his eyes from that night—all that pain and horror and grief and love. No, this wasn’t a trap.

But what if he didn’t show?

What if they had gotten to him? Turner or some other over-eager agent, keen to take over your failed case and bring down the big bad crime boss. If something happened to him, you weren’t sure what you would do. You’d been chasing Rio all your life—first as a lover and then as a perp—if you were being honest, you’d have to admit that there was no you without him. And there was no him without you. Clearly, all this time apart had proven that. You belonged together. It had taken you years—so many years—to finally admit it, to resign yourself to the inevitable. You belonged together. You needed him, just as Rio needed you. And so you would wait, you’d wait for as long as it took, to be with him again.

Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long.

As soon as Rio’s hand hit the door, you felt a change in the air. Suddenly, it was like there was no one else in the room but the two of you, and when he walked into the restaurant, tears sprang to your eyes. He was here. His eyes locked on you immediately, and you saw the guilty frown on his face as he took in your weakened state. You watched him walk over and take a seat across from you, and then you were staring into his eyes again.

And it felt like you were finally home.

“How you feelin’?” He asked, his voice low and scratchy as always.

You swallowed, suddenly nervous. “I feel…okay.”

“Surgery went well?”

You nodded, “Mm hmm.”

Rio sighed, reaching across the table until his hand was covering yours, and you felt your skin burn at his touch. “I’m sorry, mama. I didn’t want it to go down like that. I never meant to hurt you.”

You nodded again, “I know. Me neither,” you paused, “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking,” you started, “and I…. I was wrong.”

“Wrong about what?”

“About us. About you. Needing you,” you answered, letting the tears fall, “I spent so much time lying to myself when I could have been with you…” You looked over at him. “…but I can’t just jump back into things with you like nothing ever happened. We’re not kids anymore; we’ve changed.”

He nodded, “Okay,” he reached over and wiped your tears, and the gesture was so soft that it made you want to start crying all over again, “Name your terms.”

“I have to ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me,” you said seriously. You took another steadying breath, “Before… You said you’d come back for me, and you did,” you began, “and… and you also said…”

“I also said I love you,” he finished for you, “and yes, I meant it. I always have. I love you, Y/N. I’ve loved you since I was 13, and I never, ever, stopped loving you. And I never will.”

Things moved fast after that. Within seconds, Rio was out of his seat and kissing you, and time just kind of became fuzzy once you felt his lips on yours. By the time the ecstasy of being back with him had faded, you found yourself in a hotel suite. You were in bed with Rio, and he was kissing you, touching you with a tenderness that had you sighing with love. He was very careful with you, gentle and loving, every caress a promise. He held you like that all night, and you curled around him, head on his chest, until you fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

Tomorrow, the two of you would be meeting an old acquaintance of his and shipping off to Cuba to start your new life together. And as you snuggled close to the man you loved, you knew that this was where you—and Rio—both belonged.

Together.

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(So I'm not sure if he's saying this or if someone was saying it to him, but I love me some Lip, so I hope you like this!)

It was a Gallagher holiday. A truck transporting kegs broke down right in front of the Alibi, so the booze was flowing freely.

Lip, of course, was not partaking; he was the designated driver, a role he was more than happy to fulfill since he was dedicated to living sober now, but he could still enjoy the atmosphere. And more specifically, he could still enjoy watching your ass as you stood on the bar, drunkenly giving a rousing speech that had the whole place half in love with you. And as per usual, Lip was way ahead of the curve because him?

He was fully in love with you.

He wasn't even paying attention to what you were ranting about, all he could do was watch, a soft smile on his face, as his girl commanded the room. He took you in, unashamedly checking you out, his heart just so... full. So engrossed in you, Lip jumped when he felt a heavy arm go around his shoulder, and his nose curled up in disgust at the accompanying smell.

"She's a keeper, son," Frank said, nodding over in your direction, "Not everyone can get the whole bar to stand still like that," he grinned, his putrid mouth right near Lip's ear, "Everyone's so busy listenin' to her, they didn't even feel me snatch their cash," he chuckled, "Fucking suckers."

"Yeah? Use that cash to buy some deodorant or fucking shampoo or something, yeah, Frank?" Lip snarked, pushing his dad away from hm. He looked up at you again, that dopey smile back on his face as Kev helped you off of the bar to roaring applause. And as soon as your feet hit the floor--

--you were coming over to him.

"Startin' a cult, Keg Queen?" Lip teased, spreading his legs on the bar stool so you could slid between them. He wrapped you in his arms, taking a kiss before you pulled back, sitting beside him.

"Complete with a harem. You think Ian would stick it in me if I asked nicely?" You quipped back.

Lip chuckled, and suddenly, his heart just burst with love for you. Here you sat beside him, his rock, his partner, his biggest supporter. You were his--after years and years of romantic failures, Lip had you.

Karen had sat in that chair. Mandy had sat in that chair. All kinds of one night stands and regrettable hook-ups had sat in that chair next to him while he got shit faced. Now he was sober, healthy, and in love.

You were ordering a drink, and you turned to him, a smile on your pretty lips. "Yeah," you grinned, reaching over to bop his nose, "I love you too, asshole."

He blinked; you could read him so well, better than even Fiona or Ian could. Lip smiled, charmed all over again. He reached out and took your free hand in his, and as he held it, he knew.

You'd be a Gallagher someday soon. He'd make sure of it.

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Omfg can I get a sequel to Miguel thinking his SO was cheating and nearly capping a granny. His SO is like "bitch you really think I didn't clock your car following me?"

Part One

warning: slightly steamy, hints of steam

*gif not mine*

"Hi baby," you hummed, looking up from your phone with a warm smile, "How was your day?"

Miguel smiled back, heart warm at the sight of his lovely wife, so perfect, his little angel, safe and sound in your shared home. Now that he knew you weren't cheating on him, he realized how foolish he'd been. He was just grateful that no one but Nestor knew of his embarrassing fumble, and there was no harm done.

"Hello my love," he came over to you and kissed you, standing up to smile down at you, "Work was uneventful, thank God, so it was a good day. You?"

"I missed you," you confessed, reaching out for him again.

Miguel felt his heart swell with adoration; you were so perfect. He leaned down and took you into his arms, gently falling onto the couch with you. "I missed you too," he cooed, his lips connecting with yours softly.

"I missed you from the moment I woke up this morning," you whispered against his lips as Miguel laid you onto your back, hovering on top of you, "You know... I was still sore, at first, from last night."

"Mm," he answered, his large hand traveling beneath your shirt, cupping your breast, "were you?"

"Mm hmm," you sighed sweetly as he kissed your collarbone, "I like when you make me sore," you wrapped your arms around him, "We should fuck in the car more often."

"Yeah?" He was sucking on the base of your neck now, and you could feel him getting hard on top of you. "Is that what you want? For me to make love to you in the car?"

"Yes."

"Which car?" He asked, kissing you as he spoke. He felt your smile against his lips, and he wanted nothing more than to be inside of you.

"The car you followed me around in today."

He froze, sitting up with wide eyes. For once, he was speechless.

You smirked up at him, that fire in your eyes that was always--even now--so damn appealing to him. "You think I didn't notice your car trailing me, amor?" You teased, sitting up. "You ruined my surprise."

"Baby, I'm sorry," he said, and he meant it, "I thought--it doesn't matter what I thought, I was wrong. And I'm sorry."

"Oh, not yet you aren't," you stood up, "On your knees, Miguel."

Once again, he first felt his response in his dick. He glanced around for a second--no one was around; Nestor and the others were positioned outside, the housekeepers were all occupied...

He got down on his knees.

You looked down at him, your husband, the powerful Miguel Galindo. "Apologize," you commanded.

He licked his lips, and you could see how excited he was getting. "I'm sorry, my love--"

"--Nuh uh," you unzipped your pants, "spell it out," you slid your pants down your legs, "with your tongue."

Miguel took a breath; he'd never been happier to be proven wrong than he'd been earlier with you, and now...

He'd never been happier to apologize.

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Bre! I hope you are doing well! Congratulations on the followers 🥳🤘🏽So excited you are opening up for requests. I had a fluff/angst+ happy ending sequel request for Rio and apartment bae where she is meeting his family and Rhea for the first time 🥺😍 You are a goodess and your stories a god-send 🙌🏾 Thank you love ☺️

("Apartment Bae", I love it!)

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"How do I look?" You asked, posing for your boys

"Sooooo pretty," Marcus replied, not even looking up from his tablet

"You look perfect, mama," Rio added as he grabbed the case of cold beers from the fridge

"You guys aren't even looking at me," you pouted

Rio chuckled, placing the case on the table before coming over to you

"Babe, you've changed outfits six times already, and every time you looked beautiful."

"False," you crossed your arms, "Outfit One was too plain, Outfit Two was too flashy, Outfit Three had too much cleavage, Outfit Four was just plain ugly, Outfit Five--"

"Stop talking," he was in front of you now, and he pulled you into his arms, "You're beautiful, mama. They're gonna love you."

"Abuela already loves you," Marcus reported, "ever since you met my Mom, she's told everybody how great you are, even though I already told them that!"

You laughed, a little ball of pride growing in your chest

You'd met Rhea before, once, when you and Rio dropped Marcus off at her place

It'd been a brief meeting, but Rhea had been kind to you, encouraging even

"You're good for him," she had said

You still didn't know if she'd been talking about Marcus

or Rio

Still, you were getting ready for a barbecue at Rio's grandmother's house, and you were beyond nervous

You'd tried to play it off the last few days leading up to the big event,

but now that it was just minutes away...

... you were panicking

You were quiet on the ride over,

sitting in the passenger seat as Marcus chattered on about the game he was playing,

Rio's hand in yours as he drove

You couldn't help but think this was too soon

This whole thing with Rio was already too good to be true--

--your hot, mysterious neighbor who turned out to be a gangster was interested in you?

And more than that...

...he loved you?

Even now, as you sat at his side, on the way to meet his family, you realized how insane this all was

Rio was such a force, such a powerful man, and for him to be interested in you was ridiculous

He didn't see it yet, but he was way out of your league

And, luckily for you, Marcus was too naïve to realize it

Rhea had only met you the one time for about 10 minutes, so you'd been able to fool her for a while

But you knew the truth

You didn't belong with Rio

You were too.... you

And he was him; it was good while it lasted,

But now...

Now they would all know that you were worthless,

and once they knew, they'd say something,

and once they said something...

... You'd lose Rio

"Come on, ma," Rio's voice shocked you back to reality, "We're here."

You looked up; you were in Abuela's driveway

They were several care parked there already

It was time.

You sucked in a breath, and took Rio's offered hand

"Oh my goodness," an older woman exclaimed as you walked into the backyard, her hands on her cheeks as she looked at you

"Hey Abuela," Rio greeted her, a low laugh coming from his throat

"You didn't tell me your lady friend was this beautiful! Hello, sweet girl! Come in, come in," she ushered you closer, and suddenly you were surrounded

Cousins and aunts and uncles were all around you,

complimenting you, asking you questions, congratulating Rio on his luck

You were smiling so big, your cheeks started to hurt--

--it was a sweet ache

Rhea came over and hugged you,

"I told you," she announced, "she's good for him!"

And just like that, the knot in your chest loosened

You looked over at Rio, and you saw a prideful grin on his face

and love in his eyes as he looked back at you

You were right where you belonged, and more importantly--

--you were with the person you belonged with.

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breanime · 3 years

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Okay, okay, okay for the follow-up follower event, first of all, congrats, Bre! You deserve all the followers in the world because you are amazing.

Now for my request. A fluffy sequel Drabble to your Rio x Neighbour headcanons with “I love waking up next to you” and “I’m pregnant”, because I absolutely love those Rio x Neighbour headcanons more than air 🥰🙌🏼💗 feel free to elaborate however you want, because you know I love your creative brain!

Congrats again, Bre 😘😘

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You woke up late; you and Rio had just come home from a vacation the night before, and you were eager to have your at home vacation-from-the-vacation rest. Rio, you knew, couldn't rest if you paid him, and so you were certain he'd be out running the streets when you woke up.

You were wrong.

Blinking yourself awake, you smiled to see your man sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, looking down at you with soft eyes.

"Mm," you hummed, turning onto your side to greet him, "You're home," you closed your eyes as he reached over and placed a large, warm hand on your cheek, "I love waking up next to you."

"I know you wanted to sleep in, ma," his raspy voice made your thighs clench beneath the duvet, "but I also knew you'd be wantin' something to eat, so I brought you lunch."

"Lunch?" You sat up, intrigued, and Rio reached out for you, engulfing you in his arms for a hug.

"Yeah," he kissed the top of your head as you climbed onto his lap, "I noticed you were getting hungry around the same time every day when we were in Puerto Rico. And that you got nauseous every time we passed the burrito cart with all the peppers," Rio shifted you on his lap, so that his mouth was pressed against your forehead, getting lower as he spoke, "And when we made love, you were so damn wet, so ready for me..."

You sighed dreamily as he kissed you, knowing where he was going with this. "Keep talking. What else did you notice?"

"Well," he was kissing your nose now, "I noticed that you didn't drink the whole time," he kissed your cheek now, "and that you only wore heels that one night," he kissed your other cheek, "and that your breasts have gotten bigger," he pulled back, a wide smile on his face, "And I know you want to tell me those two words that I want to hear...."

You smiled back, so happy to be with this man. "I'm pregnant."

Rio's responding grin made your heart skip a beat, he kissed you deeply and slowly, gently laying you back in bed and pressing himself on top of you.

Neither of you spoke--you didn't have to. You understood each other completely. The both of you were beyond happy, the joy was almost overwhelming.

"I love you," Rio said as he kissed you, looking down at you as if you were made of gold.

You grinned back, "I know."

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breanime · 3 years

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If you’re still doing the Follower Up event, can you do a sequel to the drabble where Angel leaves the reader for Adelita and totally regrets it? Please and thank you! 🥺 Also, let me take a moment to fangirl because 1, you’re an adorable human being and 2, I love your writing. Love you! 😍 😘

Part One

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Angel had never hated himself more than he did right now. He sat face down in his bed, fully clothed—shoes and all. He wasn’t sure how he got home, he had an idea that EZ had to be involved, but he didn’t really care. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.

He’d lost you, and that was on him.

In all reality, it wasn’t like he lost you. He hadn’t been negligent when it came to his duties as a boyfriend, he was loving, he was adoring, communicated openly and happily, remembered anniversaries and dates, but then there was the other thing. The Adelita thing. There was something about the woman that had Angel stuck, maybe it was because she was the first woman he’d ever loved, maybe it was the lost baby between them, making him want to try again, indulge in a do-over. At the end of the day, it didn’t matter, the reason. What mattered was that he, Angel Ignacio Reyes, strayed. He did it deliberately, willingly, knowingly.

He cheated.

And what’s worse, he tried to have his cake and eat it too. When you told him, in no uncertain words, to leave and never came back, it was like a slap in the face. Even now, face buried in the mattress that didn’t even smell like you anymore, it stung. Hell, it more than stung. It burned, it ached, it felt like acid in his chest, melting his insides with each wretched breath.

He had the best woman in the world, and he didn’t lose you. He’d thrown you away.

And now you were wiser, his tears no longer swayed you, his apologies meant nothing to you, hell, even his sweet words and loving nicknames only served to irritate you. God, the way you had looked at him… It felt like a knife to the chest, Angel had never imagined that you would ever look at him like that, like you hated him. Groaning, he turned over to his side, staring at the ceiling. Everything he saw reminded him of you; the way you had laughed when you’d walked into his room for the first time, the feel of you against him, curled against his chest as you slept, the smell of your perfume on his clothes—it was all too much.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

Why would he ever, EVER try to throw away what you had for Adelita? He knew she didn’t love him, knew that their so-called relationship had been built on manipulation and lies. He knew better. He fucking knew better, and he fucked it up anyway.

Half-thinking, Angel picked up his phone and dialed your number, etched into his memory by now. He listened to it ring, tears filling his eyes the longer it went on. You weren’t going to answer—and you didn’t. He’d fucked it all up, and there was no way to fix it. He got your voicemail, and Angel heard himself talking before he even registered himself doing the action.

“Baby, I’m so so sorry. I was an idiot; I am an idiot. I shouldn’t have ever… Adelita wasn’t… Fuck, baby, please, I fucked up, and I know there’s no way I can, but if I could go back in time and stop it from ever happening, I would. I love you so damn much, I’ve always loved you, and I just,” he sighed, hand dragging down his face, disgusted and broken and ashamed, “I know you don’t want to hear from me, I know you’re done with me, and I… I get it,” he sniffled, “I get it, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop trying,” he vowed, “I’m gonna make this shit up to you, mi dulce, I’m gonna be the man you need, and you will never, EVER have to worry about me again,” he promised, meaning each and every word with every single last inch of him, “cause I ain’t ever gonna stop loving you, I will love you with my dying breath, and I… I know I fucked us up—that was me, that’s on me. But I love you. And I need you, so… even if you don’t want to see me or hear for me, just know, I’ll always be here for you. Whenever you need me, for whatever you need me for,” he paused, the salty tears falling down his face now, “I love you…

…I’m sorry.”

He hung up.

Angel cried himself to sleep that night.

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breanime · 3 years

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“I’d do anything for you” with Miguel Galindo as a sequel to the You Get Shot Drabble. Need some fluff after the trauma in the first part 😭

Part One

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It had only been a few weeks since you’d taken a bullet for Miguel, and you were already feeling much better. You were still sore, especially around the wound, and you had to slow down considerably, but you were feeling just fine. In the spirit of transparency, Miguel had let you in on his retaliation for your pain (it involved a LOT of trips to his pew and apparently the untimely demise of a goldfish?), but his rampage was thankfully reaching a conclusion. Still, even with all the murder that he was ordering/committing for you, Miguel still made time to be with you.

“Baby,” you sighed, smiling as you took the food tray Miguel brought you, “I told you, I can do these things myself.”

“I know you can,” he reached over and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead, “but I’m here, so you don’t have to.” He looked down at you from your place on the sofa, taking in your relaxed stance, “How are you feeling, mi amor?”

“Good,” you answered, “really good. I’m excited to start physical therapy tomorrow.”

“From 11 to 11:45,” he nodded, “I’ve already confirmed her arrival time.”

You laughed, “Sit with me.”

Miguel was more than happy to fulfill your request. Since you’ve been home, Miguel had taken to cuddling you whenever he could. It wasn’t like him; Miguel wasn’t huge on PDA, and he didn’t like any distractions when he worked, but then again, that was before you’d had a life-altering event happen. Now, he always wanted to be near you, touching you. He would work with you in his lap, or with your legs draped over him, anything to have you close. Now, he shifted you on the couch so he could hold you, and you pressed your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his expensive, personal cologne.

“You’re really going to do the session with me?” You asked, referring to your physical therapy.

“Of course,” he answered, “My plan is to learn as much as I can from the therapist so I can help you myself.”

“Miguel,” you smiled at your loving husband, “Baby, you don’t have to do all that.”

“It’s not a problem,” he answered easily, his chocolate eyes melting with love and devotion as he gazed down at you, “I’d do anything for you, mi amor. Anything.”

You leaned over and kissed him, his mouth warm and soft against yours. Miguel had been especially gentle with you since the shooting, and tonight was no exception. He held you carefully, his touch tender and reverent, kissing you gently as you melted in his embrace. The two of you were having a lot more days like this recently, slow and loving days, days where Miguel would walk away from his desk early just to have time to sit with you. You knew he had been scared out of his mind when you got hurt, and you had taken notice of how deliberate he was being with his time now; he still had to work, of course, but Miguel was considerably more aware of how much time had passed without him touching you, and he didn’t like for it to be over three hours, if he could help it. He had almost lost you, and he didn’t want to lose a single second with you.

“I love you, Miguel,” you sighed against his lips.

“I love you too,” he said back, his warm hand on your cheek, his wedding ring cool on your skin.

This was where you were both meant to be, safe, at home—and together. And Miguel, you knew, was doing everything within his considerable power to make sure things would stay that way. You also knew that, after the massacre that he’d started in your honor, the chances of anyone attacking either of you ever again was slim to none.

You were where you were meant to be.

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breanime · 3 years

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hello beautiful baby i would like to request a sequel to the “could you please stop sending like that” drabble with Mr Coco Cruz 🥰 also i love you

Edit: "dancing like that"

Sequel to THIS drabble

warning: steamy

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"When you're done...come and get me."

Those words echoed in Coco's head for the rest of the evening. It was like his mind was split in two places, his hands worked on autopilot, eager to finish the work as his mind supplied him with visions--memories--of you.

The way your mouth fell into a wide O when he ate you out, how you gasped out his name when he first slid into you every time, the way your pussy clenched around him when you came...

...Fuck, he'd been hard on and off for the last three hours just from thoughts of you.

Actually, no--that wasn't true. You'd started it all off by dancing like that, your ass enticing him with every sway of your hips, every turn of your body. Then you'd come over to him, giving him a taste--barely even a sample--of what he wanted so damn badly.

And then you were smirking, pulling away from him with those tantalizing lips of yours, teasing him.

"When you're done, come and get me."

"Yo, Coco," Angel was putting his helmet on as he sat on his bike, "Good work today, bro."

"Yeah, thanks, man," Coco wiped his oily hands off on a rag, trying to keep his foot from tapping impatiently. He waved as Angel pulled off, the last of the stragglers, not wasting a second to get to you.

He was slamming the door behind him before the dust from Angel's bike has settled.

"Baby," he yelled out, already stripping down, leaving a trail of dirty, discarded clothes in his wake, "baby! Come on, I'm all done and--"

"--and you need a shower," you finished for him, meeting him in the doorway to your bedroom.

Naked.

Coco's dick was so hard, you could easily see the imprint through his jeans, and for a moment, you wondered if he'd already cum in his jeans. "Yeah," he licked his lips, his eyes slowly going over your bare frame, "yeah... Let's get wet, baby."

It didn't take long for Coco to have your back against the shower wall, warm water running down your skin, and his dick inside of you. He was far too worked up to take his time; he didn't need to make love--

--he needed to fuck.

You gasped, your nails digging into his back as he fucked you, your moans and his grunts filling the small space accompanied by the sound of water running.

"Coco," you sighed, moving your nails to dig into his shoulders, "fuck, baby... I'm gonna cum, I--"

"Fucking cum," he commanded, still pounding into you.

You didn't need to be told twice.

You came, shuddering against him, and Coco slammed all the way into you, balls deep--the way he liked-- and emptied himself inside of you, groaning as he felt you wrap around him, eager for more of his seed. More of him.

The two of you stood, connected, as the warm water trickled down your tingling bodies, and Coco took in a breath, his eyes half-closed as he looked down at you. You smiled up at him, your arms wrapped around his neck, hands massaging his wet hair. "I love you, Coco."

"Love you, too," he bent down and kissed you slowly, "but if you give me blue balls like that again, I ain't gonna let you cum for a week," he threatened with a smile.

You smiled back, "Oh, did I give you blue balls?...

...my bad."

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breanime · 3 years

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Breanime’s Follow Up Follower Event

(I'm only taking requests for this event OR gifs for gif drabbles right now)

So I made another milestone with my follower count--thank you all so much! I’m still not ready to open up full on requests, BUT I wanted to do a little event for you all. Please read all the way if you’re going to be sending in requests.

For this event, I’ll be taking doing drabble prequels or sequels to other oneshots and drabbles I’ve written in the past for the following characters ONLY (click each name for the link to that character’s masterlist):

Rio

Angel Reyes

EZ Reyes

Miguel Galindo

Coco Cruz

Tommy Shelby

Jax Teller

DIALOGUE PROMPT LIST

You can also send in dialogue requests with the prequel/sequel requests, but please don’t send in more than 3 prompts in one ask.

I don’t know how long I’ll keep this event open, it depends on how many requests I get, so please follow these rules to request a drabble:

Send in the character name and a brief description of the drabble (OR THE LINK) you’d like me to expand on

Let me know if you want a prequel or a sequel

Optional: Quote up to 3 prompts from the prompt list you’d like to have added into the drabble

Specify if you have a genre you’d like added in: smut, fluff, angst, angst with a happy ending, etc.

PLEASE DO NOT SEND IN MORE THAN 3 SEPRATE REQUESTS AT ONCE, I don’t want to get overwhelmed

Thank you!

Also, don't forget to leave ya girl a tip if you're able 😉

P*yPal: https://www.paypal.me/breanime

V*nmo: @Bre-P14

#breanime's follow up follower event #feel free to reblog!#also feel free to follow me if you arent already

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breanime · 3 years

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Bre’s Prompt List for the Follow-Up Follower Event

For my Follow-Up Follower event!

Rio

Angel Reyes

EZ Reyes

Miguel Galindo

Coco Cruz

Tommy Shelby

Jax Teller

Please don’t send in more than 3 requests total, so that I don’t get overwhelmed :)

Fluff/Romance

“I love you, you know that?”

“That’s my girl/man!”

“I’d do anything for you.”

“I’m with you, no matter what”

“I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you.”

“You’re mine.”

“He can look, but if he tries to touch I’ll break his fingers.”

“You changed my life.”

“I want this forever.”

“Why are you staring at me like that?” “Because you’re beautiful.”

“I’m gonna make you this happy everyday for the rest of my life.”

“I’m gonna marry you some day.”

“When I look at you, I feel calm.”

“You think I would do this for just anybody?”

“If I don’t kiss you, I might die.”

“I’ve always loved you.”

“I didn’t think I’d ever fall in love, and then I met you.”

“Hell yeah, I’d kill for you.”

“You know I can’t say no to you when you make that face…”

“I love waking up next to you.”

Angst

“I hate you!”

“Who did this?”

“I never should have kissed you.”

“Don’t look at me like that!”

“I don’t even know you anymore.”

“You, by far, are the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my entire life.”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“He’s/she’s dying.”

“I never loved you.”

“It was just one time–it didn’t mean anything!”

“So this is it? We’re over?”

“If you see him/her again, we’re done.”

“Please don’t leave me.”

“I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“Please don’t cry.”

Smut

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

“I need to be inside you. Right now.”

“Missed you so bad, baby.”

“Take your clothes off.”

“Let’s see how much I can make you cum.”

“Aw, baby, are you crying?”

“Please, don’t stop.”

“I fucking love fucking you.”

“Why are you wearing clothes?”

“I wanna feel you cum.”

“Does he fuck you like this? Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

“I want everyone to know that you’re mine.”

“This ass is mine.”

“Uh uh, don’t run. Take it, baby. There you go.”

Bonus

“I’m pregnant.”

“We should move in together.”

“Why did you punch him/her?!” “Why does anyone do anything?”

“I’m never too busy for you.”

“Let’s get married. Today. Now.”

“I saw you with him/her.”

“How much did that cost?”

“Who else have you said that to?”

“I want another one.”

“You drive me insane.”

#breanime's follow up follower event

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breanime · 3 years

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Ok, I'm hoping on a plane in 6 hours, so my askbox is open for random fandom questions (like the amazing one I got a few minutes ago about which character I write for had the best/worst development), general chit chat, and thirst.

Requests are closed, and I probably won't be posting any more drabbles for the next week since I'm gonna be in California trying to seduce Richard Cabral, but I'd love for you to go see what I've posted so far in the "breanime's follow up follower event" (search those words on my blog along with "gif drabbles" to find them), or go through my masterlist and reblog and comment if you can!

As always, thank you for reading, and feel free to come and have some NICE, POSITIVE fandom chat in my askbox if you'd like! I'm staying up all night, so talk to me and make sure I don't fall asleep before I get myself to the airport haha!

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illshowyourhurricanes · 4 years

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Heat Wave

This drabble turned 2000+ word one shot is brought to you by this fantastic request from @the-blind-assassin-12:

This took forever and took a completely different direction than the one I had planned. Thank y’all for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

Image prompt 8: Ryan Brenner x reader (related to Bah, Humbug and In the Line of Fire (part two) which can both be found in my masterlist)

Rating: PG for slight language

Word count: 2167

Follower event tag list: @luminex3 @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes @witchygagirl @breanime

If anyone would like to be added to/removed from my permanent tag list, just shoot me an ask!

When you’d left home at the crack of dawn for a job interview— which had gone surprisingly well thanks to Starbucks and an extra shot of espresso— you’d needed something far warmer than the lightweight blazer you’d grabbed on your way out the door. Now, just before noon, you had shed your blazer that had proven to be insufficient earlier, yet you still felt hot in just your sleeveless blouse and pencil skirt. You thought a perk of moving farther up north would be the mild, temperate climate. It was your first Indian summer, though you’d lived in the area for a year, and you had decided it was bullshit. What had happened to the cool, crisp autumn you’d fallen in love with a year ago?

When you pulled open the heavy glass door of the post office, a cold blast of air but your skin, and you stepped inside quickly. The air conditioning felt absolutely fantastic, and you briefly wondered if people would notice if you lingered for awhile, just to soak up the cool temperature, maybe until you were even a little chilly.

You smiled at the thought as you arrived at your box, smack in the middle of the wall of post office boxes belonging to other people. There was a wall of boxes on your left, another on the back wall— yours on the right—and there were more just down the corridor. You rummaged in your bag to find the tiny brass key for P.O. Box 257, tucked away in a zippered compartment in your purse. After the third time it had fallen off your key ring, you decided to hide it away in a more safe, reliable place.

After locating your key and unlocking your box, you stared at the unexpected abundance of envelopes that had piled up over the last week. Who knew so many people still send paper mail? It took two times reaching into the small box to pull out every piece of mail, mostly tuning out to be junk or credit card companies offering you low interest rates. Only then was the box empty— almost. Retrieving the one remaining piece of mail at the bottom of your box, you smiled as you realized who it was from, locking the box back before giving the postcard a good look. It was rare that Ryan sent you postcards.

They were usually letters tucked away inside envelopes, words hidden for only you to see. The decorative side of the card displayed a vintage style print, a drawing of a wooden fence leading out onto a beach of white sand bordering sky blue waters. Welcome to Orange Beach! it boasted in a series of light green block letters, fading into yellow.

You flipped the card around to see Ryan’s familiar handwriting, a mixture of print that sometimes led off to a few letters of scrawled script:

Just passing through. All the sunshine brings you to mind. See you soon.

You could hear the cadence of his voice, the dropping off of the G at the end of certain words, the slight twang that tugged at his pronunciation of vowels. Your smile grew into a grin as you glanced at the postmark, reading September 3rd. Your eyes widened into saucers as you recalled today’s date. Ryan’s postcard must have gotten lost in the shuffle of the mail circuit— the post date was over two weeks ago.

You shrugged it off and secured your key back into the small pocket on the inside of your purse just before tucking Ryan’s postcard inside. With an armful of the rest of your mail, you braced yourself for the assault of the inevitable sweltering heat.

Fucking Indian summer.

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Ryan was just passing through after a rousing five days in Virginia, where he’d met up with Georgie. Where he was going next was still on the table. Instead of restless, he felt fulfilled, still riding the high of busking with his close friend, both of them splitting the money they’d made halfway. He and Georgie played well together, and it usually paid off. He’d shedded his coat and hoodie, managing to stuff the hoodie into his pack and hang the thicker layer around one of the straps of the large bag. His ever-present guitar case, the black leather wearing off around the edges, was clutched tightly in his right hand as he paused near a crosswalk. Squinting in the sunlight, he was grateful for the small shadow the bill of his cap provided. With the transition of the streetlights from green to yellow to red, he crossed the street and walked one more block to reach the post office.

He was low on stamps, had just two left to be exact. Ryan kept in touch with a handful of people and had a flip phone, but he preferred writing letters. They felt more personal, gave him the time to think about what he was saying and write them in a way that he’d stumble on while talking. There were also times when his phone would be dead for days.

It was mid-July, the thick of the summer, and he could feel beads of sweat forming along his forehead, though it was before noon. The old government building was once red-bricked, but had been washed with white in order to modernize the place. The upkeep added a nice touch as well, neatly trimmed bushes contrasting against the bright paint. He pulled at the metal handle on the right of a set of non-paned French doors, the temperature of the air inside bringing instant relief. The building was eerily quiet, the only sounds lowered voices at one end of the building, the light scraping of paper against metal as patrons picked up their mail. Turning toward the sounds of conversation, he walked down the corridor and turned with the layout of the building.

He was surprised at the line of people waiting, a few solitary people in casual attire, one or two dressed in clothing appropriate for the workplace littered between. There was a mother with a stroller holding a sleeping toddler, an elderly couple, and one woman alone in front of him. He nodded politely as you turned your head to the side in curiosity in order to see what type of brave soul had come up behind you to patiently wait for their turn. You saw a man who was about your age, and offered him a friendly smile, turning around to face him.

Ryan instantly found you absolutely stunning. Your smile brightened your entire face, your features all striking, as if they’d been hand-picked specifically for you..

“Good morning,” you said, greeting him casually as if the two of you had been acquainted a long time ago, old friends. “How about that heat wave?”

Ryan chuckled, surprised at your unaffected manner and genuine friendliness. He noticed the way you surveyed his clothing, eyes quickly glancing to your guitar case before lifting to his face again. Your expression hadn’t changed or faltered a bit, that smile still in place. That was a rarity, something Ryan hadn’t come across in quite some time.

He returned your smile with a slightly crooked smile of his own. There’s some thin’ about this woman, he thought to himself. She’s authentic. A good heart, a kind soul. A fire burning within her. Ryan thought that if she was burning bright, he’d volunteer to stand a bit too close to her flames and would pay no mind to the sharp sting of a burn.

“Mornin’,” he replied good-naturedly. “I think I’m used to all sorts of weather, but then a heat wave hits and reminds me I’m wrong.” Ryan looked at you with warm eyes, spoke with a low drawl that made you weak. “Name’s Ryan, pleasure to meet you.”

*** *** ***

It was eerily quiet when you got home, but the silence was just what you needed. You felt like you needed about three showers to wash away the sweat and sticky humidity that clung to your skin, and the only thing that delayed you was the kicking off of your shoes and dumping your purse and mail onto your couch.

After your shower, water temperature lukewarm at best, you felt human again, revitalized. You’ve mulled around ideas for dinner in the back of your mind, made a quick detour into your bedroom, and returned to that couch you’d tossed your things upon, holding a shoebox. Opening the box as you sat and balancing it in your lap, you reached for your purse, pulling out the postcard you’d received, albeit two weeks too late.

Lifting the thick stack of envelopes that were quickly outgrowing their box, you slipped the postcard picture-down into the bottom of the shoebox. Smiling softly, you brought your legs up, crossing them like a child, and plucked several envelopes from the middle of your stack, devouring the letters that you’d read dozens of times before.

Y/N,

Made a quick decision to hop off in New Orleans before heading off toward Chicago. The train station here is directly connected to a streetcar line that leads straight into the French quarter. Maybe I’ll take a ride next time. Maybe you’ll take one with me.

I thought about you most of the day, the way you’d stop to listen to a three-piece zydeco band in Jackson square. I imagine how you’d look with powdered sugar on the tip of your nose from beignets, and the slow nod of approval when you taste real, authentic gumbo.

I heard the roaring of a streetcar clacking over its tracks and knew that I needed to write to you that very second. I miss you, Y/n. Wish it was me & you riding that streetcar to wherever it would take us.

Ryan

Have you ever been to Vegas, Y/N? Beyond all the neon lights, the ritzy hotels and big-name shows, the electricity of the city shifts. Contrary to what other people might think, it’s a great place to play music, beyond the strip, along a street lined with benches and a slight change of pace.. more of a scenic, less chaotic feeling. People stop, and they listen. Really listen. Sometimes I’ll get accolades instead of money, but that’s what it’s all about— telling stories with hope that people can enjoy them and relate.

It’s time for me to go out for the day. Can’t wait until you’re the audience I’m singing to.

Ryan

Y/N,

I’m just writing to tell you that Memphis not only has the best bbq, but also the best peach cobbler. Georgia’s got nothing on Tennessee.

Ryan

Sometimes, when you really thought about it in retrospect, it was wild. In the space of time that you and Ryan shared as a unit, an entire human could be born; the biology of. growing from cells into a living, breathing, viable human being. An entire new life could be created.

And throughout the last nine months, you, with Ryan’s help, had created a new life of your own. You had a boyfriend, one who was absent far more than he was around, yet managed to never weaken his connection. No matter where in the country Ryan’s trains took him, he’d write. There was no way for you to write back to a man with no address, not in a manner of space and time anyway. But in your new life, none of it was liner. The only time that mattered was when Ryan was there with you, and that was when he got your letters. You always responded, saving your words to give to him next time.

Next time. You slid folded paper back into envelopes, a grin breaking into your face as you heard the sound of heavy boots over your wooden porch. Dropping Ryan’s letters back into the shoebox right on time, you replaced the lid as the door opened and shut. There was a soft thudding of his guitar case being set into a corner, and you stood to pad through the house in bare feet.

You met Ryan in the kitchen, watching him down almost an entire cold bottle of water. You adored this man who had needed to buy stamps while stopped in your town, stepping into the post office you’d been waiting in, all by chance. You had never been happier than when Ryan was home.

“Good afternoon,” you greeted him. As he set aside his bottle of water, you rose to your tiptoes to give him a kiss, his lips chilled from the water. Snaking your arms around him, you leaned back and looked at him, a playful glint in your eyes. “How about that heat wave?”

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